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Mike had been going out with seanna for over a year and all that time her sister emily would always flirt with him. She was about 14 and seanna was 17. he never thought much of it and usually brushed it off, but one day it was just too much. Mike went over seannas house for dinner. It was nothing out of the usual something he had done a thousand times. Tonight emily was dressed a little different. She had on a very short dress and her boobs had seemed to grow since the last time he saw her. Mike couldn’t help but stare at her. As the night went on mike tried hard to forget about emily and focus on his beautiful blond girlfriend seanna. After dinner her parents decided to go out. They trusted mike and seanna enough to leave them home alone with only emily there. So after cleaning up mike and seanna headed downstairs. They turned on the tv and started to make out after a couple minutes. Things progressed and mike started to massage seannas pussy through her yoga pants. She was very beautiful and he was very turned on but he couldn’t help but think about emily. Her round teen ass and her beautiful brownish hair. Mike focused again on pleasuring his girlfriend, but as she reached her hand into his gym shorts to start stoking his dick, he just couldn’t keep his mind of her younger sister. Imagining her small teen hand stroking his cock. Mike closed his eyes and just pictured emily when seanna whispered something in his ear. "I have a surprise for you" she said seductively. Mike thought it would just be another one of her new bj techniques but when she told him to open his eyes he saw seannas 15 year old sister standing there in a purple bra and thong. He closed his eyes and opened them again just to make sure. Seanna went on the explain how she noticed how mike looked at her. Emily chimed in and told mike that her and her sister were really "close". As in they help each other out a lot. This turned mike on even more and the girls told him to sit back they were going to give him a show. Mike sat back and watched as seanna slowly rubed emilys pussy through her thong. Her pussy started to get wet as seannas fingers massaged deeper and deeper. She pulled the thong to the side and slid one finger into emilys tight cunt. Mike watches as seanna gets down and begins to lick her sisters clit. Mike couldn’t stand just sitting there anymore. He got up and got behind his girlfriend who was bending over and smacked her ass. And then pulls down her pants. She too is wearing a purple thong and mike quickly removes that. He pulls her ass cheeks apart and begins to lick her pussy. She was extremely wet from licking her sister and mike was happy to lick up her juices. He also takes a finger and begins to massage seannas ass hole. Moans of pleasure were coming from both the girls in front of mike. His tongue continued to dart in and out of seannas cunt and his finger slowly penetrated her ass. "im gunna cum!" emily yells as her sister continues to flick her clit. Mike comes over to watch as emily reaches her orgasm and squirt all over her sisters face. Mmmmmm seanna says as she swallows some of her sisters cum. "now its your turn" emily says looking down as mikes raging cock. "holy shit its so big!" "I bet you’ve never even seen a cock before" seanna teased her sister. Both the girls got on their knees in front of mike. Seanna removed her shirt and bra and pressed her C cup tits against her younger sisters smaller tits. Seanna turned and took mikes cock into her mouth. She gently sucked on the tip and circled her tongue around it. She continued sucking until emily placed her hand on the back of seannas head and shoved it onto his package. Seanna gagged but made no objection. The deep throating mike was getting elicited moans from him. Seannas head continued to be pushed down onto his dick and emily looked like she was enjoying making her sister gag. "mmm take it you slut" emily said as she pushed and held her sisters head onto mikes cock. She let it off and seanna was gasping. "now its your turn" seanna said in between breaths. "ohh fuc…" emily tried to say before her face was full of mikes cock. Holy shit mike thought to himself I cant take much more of this. Emily opened her eyes and looked up to mike as her head continued to take his cock. Seanna grabbed her hair and pushed her head back and fourth harder and deeper each time. Emilys mouth was covered in spit and seanna finally stopped thrusting her younger sisters head. " I wanna eat you cum mike" emily said as she slowly got back to her knees and wrapped her small teen hand around his throbbing cock. This is what mike had dreamed about so many times. She started to stroke his cock brining her hand back and fourth. She started slowly and began to pick up her speed, seanna sat on the couch next to them and started to massage her own cunt. " you like it when that little slut strokes your cock mike?" seanna said seductively as she continued to finger herself. " your cock is soo big mike ive never seen one this big before. I don’t even think it will fit im my pussy." Emily said with a wink. This put mike over the edge he started to moan and emily knew to start jerking faster. Her hand pumped his cock and he was about to cum. "hes gunna blow" emily said and seanna came and got back onto her knees next to her. They both looked up at mike and opened their mouths. I have to be dreaming mike thought as his cock started pumping rows and rows of his cum onto their faces. He aimed for emilys mouth the idea of seannas little sister eating his cum made him pump out even more. After he had calmed down emily reached her hand to her sisters cunt and started to finger her. At the same time they made out in front of him and ate his cum off of each others faces. Seanna brought a finger down to her sisters tits and scooped up a glob of mikes cum a put it in her mouth and swallowed it. "you taste soo good mike" seanna said. "yeah ive never tasted cum before but yours is so good" emily said as she fingered her own pussy now. "you better get that back up, you still need to fuck my sister" seanna said pointing to mikes softening cock. Mike grinned as his limp cock began to rise again.

=================================== Ch 25 Flying away from Leslie’s dorm, I turn to be confronted my six pairs of eyes. “Do I have something on my face?” I ask, suddenly self conscious. “Not yet,” my girlfriend states, and for the first time I notice that they’re all naked. I don’t mean light-suite naked, I mean birthday suite naked, and there is a hungry gleam in their eyes, even in the angel’s oversized orbs. A hero’s work is never done, I think wryly, smiling as I strip out of my suite. “The kids will be alright for a bit?” I ask, concerned for the little fellas. “I think there are more than enough of us around to manage them, if it comes down to it,” Summer informs me, before grabbing my face and pulling me in for a kiss. Her tongue wastes no time before darting between my teeth, as I wrap one arm around her slender waist. “The true question is: Is there enough of you to manage all of us?” Shanna asks right next to me, and I feel her hand grip my already hard cock, stroking it into a very delightful mouth. Without breaking the kiss, I look down to see Harana sucking on my pole. ‘My sister said that you will like this,’ Harana’s words appear to me, and I moan to let her know I do. ‘I had you a few hours ago,’ which could only have come from Gina. Summer gasps into our kiss, and I guess that Gina is taking care of her, ‘I can wait.’ Which leaves out Lela. I feel slender hands slip around my waist, and fondle my balls, and the hands feel as though they’re short one finger. Harana’s two tongues feel fantastic, and if I hadn’t already blown my load three times into Gina a bit ago, I likely would have been in sensory overload right now. Breaking off the kiss with my sister, I turn around within the circle of women, and lift Lela up. I bring her down slowly, and moan loudly as that first barrier is breached by my tool, and her fluids start my cock to tingling. Leaning my head down, I aim for her pink nipple, wanting to taste the milk my kids have been getting for the last while, only to be stopped by her. ‘That is for the kids,’ her words admonish me. “You can make more,” I growl, and latch onto her nipple. Sweet milk flows into my mouth, and I swear my cock suddenly grows twice as hard. The life sustaining liquid is warm, and slips delightfully down my gullet. It has a slightly nutty taste, but is also sweet, and I can feel my stomach warm with it. My legs are spread wide to support both our weight, though Lela’s is minimal, and I feel a pair of alien tongues start to swivel around my scrotum. The angel I’m fucking grips the back of my head, as she starts to sing out her climax in two tones. Her inner vaginal muscles ripple along my length, and I know Harana is licking up her sister’s juices as they flow off my balls. Lifting the ship’s owner from me, I set her carefully on the ground, and turn to see Gina and Summer locked in a sixty-nine, while Shanna has her face buried in Harana’s bald cunt. My girlfriend’s rump is up, and I decide it looks like a good place to go next. Squatting behind the dyed-redhead, I slip into her with ease. She turns to smile at me, and I can see Harana’s fluids reflecting the slight light off her cheeks. Harana crawls over to her sister, and she resumes drinking from her sister’s pussy. Shanna pulls off me, then shoves me back, so that she can be on top, and within three strokes, I’m firmly seated within her womb. “Mmm, I love how well you fill me,” she purrs. I’m about to tell her I love her , but she presses her lips to mine, and my mouth tingles as I taste Harana’s juices on my girlfriends tongue. Moaning, I drive myself up into her, forcing her to break to kiss, so that she can cry out in pleasure. I feel her teeth lightly on my shoulder, as I pound her from beneath as hard and as fast as I can. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck, YES!” she screams into the room, and her vagina clamps down hard on me, trying to get me to cum, but somehow I hold back. I know I could just use the light again to recover, but I want to see how long I can last. Shanna’s orgasm continues as I slip in and out of her sopping slit, and suddenly I’m smothered by a tasty pussy. By the taste and my immediately expanding awareness, I know it’s my older sister’s, and I lap up her juices, while Shanna finally comes down off her climax. “No, more,” I hear my girlfriend moan, as she moves off me. My cock isn’t free for long, before Summer leaves a slimy trail down my chest, and I feel a set of hands positioning me for her hole. A grunt/moan later, Summer is trying to get me fully seated in her, but she’s not built like Shanna or her twin. Leaning up, I pull my sister’s chest to my lips, and latch onto her left, switch-sensitized nipple, and she cums immediately. I can see Gina’s head behind my sister, and realize she must be licking Summer’s anus. Then I feel Gina’s knuckles, and Summer gasps, as the blonde starts fingering my sister’s colon. A hand shoves me down hard, and Summer looks at me with a wild hunger in her eyes. Her hips thrust with a renewed intensity, but she never breaks her lust filled gaze with me. ‘Cum for me, little brother,’ I see her words superimposed across my vision. ‘I need to feel you shooting deep inside me. Cum and make me cum while one of your girlfriend’s fingers my ass.’ Her fingernails start to dig into my chest, while her cunny demand’s my seed, but I’m still worried about getting her pregnant. “I’m on the pill, now,” she says aloud, then, ‘Cum in my tight hole now! I’m cumming!’ This time, as her inner muscles grip and pull my rod, and my sister shakes and shudders above me, I loose my ejaculate deep into her womb. I’ve held off my own pleasure for so long, that when it finally hits, it’s like a mountain diving into an ocean of utter bliss. Wave after wave of ecstatic ecstasy flows from my head, down to my abdomen, and pure flame, jets from my loins into my perverted sister. I don’t know how long I lay there, shooting, or even how much I leave in her, but as I reopen my eyes, I notice the yellow light is already on me, and my still hard member is firmly seated within Harana. When did that happen? The angel’s back is to me, but her hips are rocking back and forth, while Gina stands in front of her, hands on the back of Harana’s head. From the look of bliss on Gina’s face, Harana really knows how to use her two tongues. Glancing around, I see Summer off to the side, scooping my cum from within her, and sucking her fingers clean. Shanna and Lela are making out, rubbing their bodies against each other. Harana’s alien canal grips my prick hard, and I moan as her tingling juices sluice out of her. Leaning up, I slip my hands under her arms, and lean back. I grip a breast in each hand, and move my hips against her, truly enjoying the sensations her juices make as the trickle down my member. I see Gina glaring at me for taking away her source of pleasure, and just to be contrary, I stick my tongue out at her. Her glare deepens, and then turns to a smile. I watch warily, still fucking the moaning alien, as Gina walks over to Summer, then Shanna and Lela. A moment later, Lela gets up, and walks over to the other women. All five of them start rubbing against each other, slipping fingers into holes, tongues into other locations, and basically becoming one mass of moaning female bodies. Gina is on her hands and knees, sucking out what little is left of my sperm from Summer. She takes just a long enough break to turn to me, and stick out her tongue, before turning back to her moaning meal. Laughing at a well played ploy, I notice her give a nice little shake to her behind, and know the invitation is there. I’ve already enjoyed her pussy numerous times today, and I’m not going to pass up a shot at her tight ass. My penis is still tingling from Harana’s slick fluids, and I poke my head into her puckered anus. She grunts for a second, and then shoves back hard, taking my whole length into her colon. I can only imagine what Harana’s juices are doing for her. Thus goes the night, for quite a few hours. At some point, I think it was Shanna, the gravity in our room is turned off, adding a whole new level to our enjoyment. * * * The sun is just rising, as Lela’s ship hovers on the edge of the atmosphere. I avail myself of the interesting, alien cleansing utilities. I step into a tube, and just like in some of the Jetson’s episodes, I suddenly find myself clean and feeling slightly refreshed. “Oh, poo,” Shanna pouts. “What fun is that, if you can’t fool around in there?” We both look at my limp and lifeless member, and burst out laughing. I’m going to need a week to recover from last night, much less the rest of yesterday! While Shanna gets clean, I go in to spend some time with my kids. I realize how busy I’ve been, and regret the time I could have been learning about this new species. I’ve been so busy though, and I know nothing of being a father. “They are strong,” Lela’s voice says behind me, and I turn to look at her. It’s rare when she chooses to speak my language. “They’ll live?” I ask, suddenly not sure I want to hear the answer. She looks to them for awhile, and I know she is formulating her response. “Whatever you did for them, made them very strong.” The way she says that seems odd, and I look to the six forms again. Have they already grown? I sense for their life, and just as had happened on the day they’d been born, I can sense it strong and vibrant. Their ‘life’ switch is full on, and I almost get the impression that it’s straining to move even more, but how can you be more alive, than. . . well, alive? “Do they have any names, yet?” I ask, wondering why it never occurred to me to ask before. ‘We don’t give names to our young, until they mature,’ Lela tells me, this time using the nanites. I only nod, as though that makes perfect sense. Shanna walks in, and sees me over the kids, and a soft smile spreads across her face. I think now is a good time to tell her how I feel, but an odd sound plays out, and it takes me a second to recognize the melody from the original Zelda game. Shanna pulls out her cell, and answers it. “We have cell phone coverage up here?” I ask. ‘Leslie,’ is the only response I get, and it kind of makes sense. Somehow the genius has tied this vessel into Earth’s cellular network. My girlfriend hangs up, and looks sheepishly at us. “That was Shannon. She was wondering what I’ve been up to the last few days. Oh, and she was glad to hear that you were okay, Nick.” She looks at her feet, and I suspect what she is hesitant about. “You want to go see her.” I state rather than question. “What? No, there is too much to do up here,” she tells me, but I see through it. “Well, I for one, think it’d be a good idea for us all to see our families before the demons arrive.” The look Shanna gives me could have melted the Antarctic with its loving warmth. She doesn’t want to be the one to abandon the work up here. Summer and I are the last to be dropped off, and we’re surprised to see our father’s car in the driveway. We give each other a significant look, before I send out my awareness and find our father’s switches. “Why do you think he’s here?” Summer asks me. “To get his ass kicked again,” I reply a bit more confidently than I feel. I’m not worried about being able to handle my old man, but mom isn’t aware of what I’d done to him, and I don’t want that coming out. Summer walks right in without knocking, and I follow on her heels, expecting to hear shouting, or fighting. Instead, we find our parents sitting at the kitchen table, chatting amiably. Dad sees us first, and I watch as his face drains of color. This doesn’t go unnoticed by our mother, and when she turns to face us, I gasp. She looks twenty years younger, and while she’d never been anything approaching a slouch, she could almost give Summer a run for her money. For that matter, mom now looks more like my older sister, almost a twin to Summer, than she does a mother. “Nick, Summer,” she says excitedly as she spots us, “I wasn’t expecting you here! Nick, shouldn’t you be in school?” She’s talking fast, and her cheeks are slightly flushed. I also notice that she’s studiously not looking at dad. “I had a day off,” I lie easily, still trying to figure out what is going on. “And why aren’t you at work, Summer?” Mom asks, almost stepping on the end of my sentence. “Gee, mom,” Summer says solicitously, “if I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you didn’t want us here.” Mom’s eyes grow large, and her mouth moves soundlessly for a moment. Oddly, it’s dad that comes to her rescue. “Is that how you talk to your mother, young lady?” His mouth is set hard, as if he’s angry, but it’s spoiled by the look of fear in his eyes. “The real question, dad,” I pipe up, “is why are you here?” The older man flinches at me words and takes a step back, then hardens his shoulders and glares at me. “Perhaps I should mention our last meeting?” I can see he thinks he struck a point, but when I smile back, his look of triumph turns to one of uncertainty. “You mean when we found you with your secretary and told you to never come back?” Summer replies, and this time it’s mom that gets angry. “Now listen,” she starts toward us, “he came and apologized for his behavior. I’ve decided to give him another chance.” “Oh, he did, did he?” I ask, raising my eyebrow, and looking back to the man in question. I remember the switch I’d made in Harley Quinn to make him/her tell only the truth. I take a step towards my dad, using that movement to allow my hand to brush against the backside of my sister’s hand, and simultaneously make the ‘honesty’ switch in my old man. “I’d like to hear him say it too all of us. I love you mom, but you’re not the only one he hurt.” I remember all the days of living in fear under his roof, and doing what I could to stay out of his way. If he can truly say he’s sorry, then maybe I’ll be willing to listen. Summer easily noticed what I’d done, and I see her smile maliciously. She has more reason to despise him, than I do. My father never molested me. We both watch as he swallows a lump in his throat, then steps forward, and places his hand possessively on mom’s shoulder, before she can say anything else. “I realize I’ve made mistakes,” he starts out, and with his ‘honesty’ switch flipped, I know he can’t lie, “and I came back here to see if I couldn’t swindle some of my money back.” He stops in horror, as the words he’d just spoken sink in. Mom turns to look daggers at him, and he takes a step back. “No, wait! That’s not what I meant to say. I wanted to get back on your good side. You meant something to me once, and. . .” He chokes for a moment before he’s able to continue, “And you look so good now, I figured I’d see if I could knock off a chunk of that, before I go back to my girlfriend.” With comic horror, he covers his mouth with both hands, as his eyes flit between each of us. It’s not until I’m standing next to a very angry mom, that I realize that Summer and I have began advancing on our stumbling father. His eyes lock on mine, and I see a bit of determination try to creep out. Pointing a finger at his two kids, he shouts, “She’s been trying to sleep with Nick for years, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already been fucking!” “They have been,” mom’s voice comes out as barely a whisper, but by the way dad’s jaw drops, he clearly hears her. “And what’s more, so have I.” As mom speaks, her voice grows firmer, and rises slightly in volume, until she is nearly yelling by the end. “And the best part is, your son is a better lover, and your daughter is tenderer than you ever were!” The smile splitting my lips grows bigger in proportion to father’s incredulity. “Did I ever tell you, mom, about when dad would slip into my room when I was a teenager, and do all sorts of things to me?” Summer says, and I see the anger in mom double. “Is that true?” she asks him. She’s no longer yelling, but somehow her voice sounds infinitely more dangerous. “Yes, of course it is! How could I pass up such a fine young piece of ass?” Again he covers his mouth in terror, realizing he’d just told the truth again. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers,” mom says, and this time she sounds almost sad. Dad makes a run for the door, but I stiff arm him, and suddenly he is on his back. I squat down to look hard at him. “Remember what I said I’d do if you ever came back?” He nods, and I grin maliciously at him. “I decided to make it worse.” Reaching out, I grab Summer’s hand, and make two more switches in him. The first one will make him horny as hell, and even with my sister’s help, it takes a bit of effort to move it. Once it locks into place, though, I know it will never lessen. The second switch makes him impotent, and it moves with too much ease. Within an hour he’s going to have a terrible case of the blue-balls. A case that will never end. “Go,” I tell the frightened shell of the man I once feared, and he flees the house with a speed I never thought he was capable of. As we hear his tires screeching to get out of the driveway, mom turns to us, pulling us into a hug, and breaks down crying. “I’m so sorry, Summer. I never knew. Can you ever forgive me?” She pleads with her daughter. My sister’s arm goes around her back, and pulls her tighter into the group hug. “There is nothing to forgive, mom. He was the criminal, not you.” “He had me so fooled,” mom continues. “He showed up a couple days ago. I see now that he did it while he thought you’d both be gone.” Her body continues to shudder, as she cries. “He was so smooth, and I thought he was sincere. I’d let my hope blind me to what he really wanted.” Summer and I try to console her, but we’re both lost for the right words to use. ‘Use her ‘happy’ switch,’ Summer mentally tells me. ‘But—,’ I try to reply, but she cuts me off. ‘Can’t you see how much pain she’s in?’ Sighing, I buckle. Since I’m already in contact with Summer, moving the switch slightly is easy. Truth be told, when in contact with my sister, I’m so powerful, that it’s almost harder not to move it too much. Mom draws in a deep breath and pulls away, wiping at her tears. I haven’t taken her grief away, but I’ve made it manageable. “I don’t understand why he became so honest at the end?” Uh-oh. “It’s obvious he didn’t want to be.” ‘Tell her, or I will,’ Summer sends, and backs it up with a serious look. So much for her being willing to back me up, instead of badgering me. “Sit down, mom,” I tell the young looking mature woman. When she’s seated back at the table, I walk up to her, and take one of her hands. She looks up to me, a curious mix of apprehension and trust on her face. I take a deep breath, and start explaining what I can do. At first mom is incredulous, but when I start to point things out to her, like how she recovered from dad’s last betrayal, or why dad acted as he had before tearing out of here, she comes around. “And you magnify his. . . his switches?” she asks Summer. My sister nods, and mom just shakes her head, before a devious gleam enters her eyes. “He’s going to regret ever messing with this family. The only good thing that ever came from him is you two.” I can’t help but feel warm at the statement, but her other comment about making him pay, has me a bit worried. “He’s already suffering,” I tell her, and then explain what I’d done. Looking at it now that I’ve calmed down, I worry that I may have gone too far, but the look of happiness on mom’s face washes that away. Maybe I did go overboard on him, but then again, he deserves what he gets for all the pain he’s caused over the years. “Well,” mom says, standing up, and giving her kids a hug, “I have my two wonderful children here out of the blue, and the future is really looking up.” She pulls back, and there is an angelic smile on her beautiful face. Summer and she truly could pass for twins, when she smiles that way. “I think we should celebrate.” Summer leans forward, and whispers something in mom’s ear, and our mother’s smile turns hungry. ‘What did you tell her?’ I send to my sister. ‘I told her some of the things you did for me with your switches,’ her reply appears to me, and she gives me the same hungry smile. Before mom can even ask, I make the switches to increase her sexual sensitivity, making sure I’m not touching my sister, and mom gives a low throaty moan as she feels her nipples harden, her pussy grow wetter, and her clit become more sensitized. I wonder what she’ll think when something touches her anus. “You two have been very naughty,” mom tells us, squirming in her seat, “for keeping such a secret from me. You’re grounded. Now go to my room!” We all laugh as we rush up the stairs, and turn right to enter her room. “Wait,” mom says, as she spies herself in a mirror on her wall, “do I owe my current looks to you too?” I nod sheepishly. “I wanted you to be happy,” I tell her. “Oh, son!” She gushes as she rushes over to me. She grips me in a tight hug, and I know the tears that start to soak my shoulder are ones of joy. “You’ll never know how happy you’ve made me. Thank you!” “I love you, mom,” I tell her as I hug her back. “I think you deserve a reward,” she tells me, as she steps back, and wipes some more tears from her eyes. Without further preamble, she starts stripping, and so does Summer. Grinning I do the same, and join the two lovely ladies on the bed. ‘You’d better make me stay young forever,’ Summer sends to me, at the same time mom pulls me in for a kiss that is equal parts passion and love. I don’t even hesitate anymore. While Summer’s body slips down mine, and she takes my thick rod in her mouth, I make the switches in her, and reinforce the one’s making mom youthful. Summer moans around my cock, as she can sense what I’m doing while we’re in contact. I slip my left hand down to mom’s snatch, and easily slip two fingers into her. Rubbing the front wall of her vagina, I soon have her juices gushing forth as she cries out in ecstasy. Summer relinquishes my member from her warm sucking lips, and mom rolls me onto my back. I can feel my sister’s hands aiming me for mom’s holy hole, and then I’m moaning as her fiery walls grip me. My sister crawls up the bed, and plants her sopping coochy on my face, facing mom, and like a parched man, I drink her sweet nectar from the source. Fully sunk into my parent’s hole, I can feel Summer playing with her clit, making mom’s moans reach a new crescendo as she clamps her pussy down tight, and I feel a new gush of fluids soak my crotch. “Oh, son! You always feel so good in there,” she croons. “Thank you so much for everything you do. I don’t know another mother in the world that is lucky enough to have two such wonderful and caring kids. Oh, damn, I think you’re going to make your old woman cum again.” Summer cums on my lips, and by the way mom’s cries of passion are muffled, I’m guessing that the two are kissing. Mom plops onto her side on the large bed, and my sibling follows, never breaking the kiss. Summer stays on top of mom, and she wriggles her ass at me. She breaks off the kiss and kisses her way down to mom’s newly firmed breasts, while I get on my knees behind her. I slip all the way until I hit bottom, and she grunts into mom’s nipples. She reaches down to where my sodden cock is connecting us, and moans in frustration. “When am I ever going to get all of you in me? Shanna and mom can, why can’t I?” Feeling bad for her, I say, “You will today,” and start hammering into her cunt, making her grunt every time I strike her deepest parts. When she hits her third orgasm, I quickly make a switch to loosen her womb a little, and she cries out loudly, as I feel that strangling little ring slip around my cock’s head, and my balls slap her clit. “Holy fucking GOD, that’s deep!” she cries, and then can’t get anything else out as a fourth and fifth orgasm crashes through and around her. I don’t let up, and love how that tiny ring feels as it slips back and forth around the sensitive rim of my member. I know I’m getting close, but don’t want to cum just yet, and pull out. I let myself recover for a few seconds, while my sister’s pussy dribbles her juices down onto mom’s trimmed vagina. It almost looks lonely, lying there, and I decide that mom needs some more attention. I slip in to the hilt, as I pull mom’s legs up to my hips, forcing my sister a little more forward. The two women start kissing again, and I slip two fingers into Summer’s pussy to get them wet, then slip them into her ass. “Mmm, do I get to feel my brother’s thick cock in my ass?” She purrs as she turns to look at me. There is so much wanton lust in her gaze that I almost drop my seed into mom’s velvety folds right there, but somehow I hold on. She starts to push back against my fingers, and I easily slip three, then a fourth into her. It’s tight, but I wonder if I can get my whole hand inside her sweet ass. . . My older sibling yelps in surprise when I get my thumb in, and she turns to look at me wide eyed. Mom cums around my penetrating tool, as Summer nearly screams, “Yes, shove your whole hand into my ass, Nick! Oh, fuck, I can’t believe I have my brother’s fist back there, while my young mother’s sucking on my tits.” She grunts as her anus slips around my knuckles, and my entire hand is buried in her ass. “Holy. . . I’m . . . Ungh. . . CUMMING [/b!]” This is finally too much, and I fire gob, after fiery gobbet into my lovely mother’s devouring womb. Mom’s moans join Summers, as we all explode in one large ball of orgasmic bliss. We spend the next couple days setting up a great divorce lawyer, and making sure mom is taken care of in every way, before heading back to the ship. Summer points out something I hadn’t considered. My dad’s career as a lawyer is finished. What good is a lawyer that can’t lie? It takes me quite some time before I can quit laughing. =================================== Ch 26 The ship seam oddly quite, with only Summer, me, the two angels and the kids onboard. The others haven’t yet returned, and I don’t begrudge them the time with their families. Summer gets right to work, trying to come up with various strategies with the two alien sisters, while I spend most of my time practicing my switches in the blue featureless room. I’m trying to come up with some way to defeat the demons, that won’t also kill me or Summer in the process. After hours of making various switches in a number of objects that Lela supplies for me, and still unable to come up with any sort of attack that’ll surely work; I lie on the floor, sweating and depressed. “You’re giving up.” The statement, coming out of the blue, and delivered in a very matter-of-fact tone, with only a slight Asian accent, startles me. “I didn’t know you were back on board,” I say, trying to calm my heart rate. “I just arrived.” I wait for her to say more, but she doesn’t, and I turn to look at her. Sure enough, she’s still there, and surprisingly she’s not turning away from my nearly nude body. “I’m not giving up, just taking a breather,” I tell her, suddenly feeling self-conscious with her open scrutiny. “I don’t understand you,” Leslie states after an uncomfortable pause. Speechless, I can only raise my eyebrow at her statement. Here is inarguably the smartest human being alive, and she can’t understand me ? “You have a supreme power. You can do almost anything you want. You have women fawning over. You’re not shy about using your ability, but you’re afraid to use it in ways that could benefit all mankind.” Stunned, I just look at her. Sitting up, I try to formulate an answer but all I come up with is the very witty and articulate, “Huh?” She gives me a look that says ‘You’re an idiot,’ but I ignore it. Finally, when I don’t say anything else, she sighs exasperated, and says, “You’re obviously no fool—“ despite what her look says, “—and you could be out messing with senators, or even reach the president, and get this country back on track.” When I continue to look at her in shock, she shakes her head. Does she really expect me to manipulate people like that? “I. . . I don’t like manipulating people,” I tell her. “You mean to tell me that all of those women are with you, and you haven’t manipulated them?” The sarcasm nearly drips from her tone, and I feel my face flush with either anger or embarrassment. I’m not entirely sure which one. “Well, I did manipulate Gina, but I really feel bad about that, and refuse to manipulate anyone else,” I try to defend myself. “And your professor? Gina’s mother? The guy you turned into a woman, or even your father?” Each accusation feels like a knife digging into my gut, and I flinch as she throws those names at me. “I’ve been going over your files, while I was home.” She can do that? Her connection with the ship and the nanites are truly powerful. This woman could very easily become very dangerous. Is she can access the ships logs from home now. . . “They were growing pains, as I learned about my ability, except for my father. He deserves what he got, and so did Harley Quinn.” She looks at me curiously at that last name, and I can tell when she realizes I mean Derek. “But think of the good you can accomplish.” “And take away someone’s free will? No, there are better ways,” I tell her firmly. “You could stop wars, create peace, rebuild the economy, and even make yourself rich in the process.” I know I need to stay on her good side, she’s too dangerous to have as an enemy, but she’s really getting under my skin. Maybe it’s just that I’ve been tempted to do all of those things. There are more than a ton of good reasons to do so, but great power comes with great responsibility. Who would I become, if I let myself go down that path? Where would I draw the line? I could kill a terrorist in a heartbeat. Or get revenge on a rapist . . . again. . . But where do I stop? Murderers? Embezzlers? What about jay walkers, or somebody that just pisses me off? No, I stopped going down that road, because it’s too dangerous. “No,” I state firmly, “I have no right to abuse my power like that.” I expect her to glare, or grow angry or even storm off, but instead, she smiles. She just grins from ear to ear, and smiles at me. For the first time I notice how attractive she is. She’s nowhere on the level of Gina or Shanna, but when she smiles like that, her smooth skin, and almond shaped eyes seem to sparkle. “Good,” she tells me, leaving me even more confused, until my tired brain finally catches on. Apparently I’ve been working too hard. “You were testing me!” I accuse her, not feeling upset in the least. Her smile only gets bigger. “You want to ensure I didn’t go power crazy after the battle next week.” “I have to be sure,” she tells me, without a hint of guilt. “I can see why the other women are with you,” she gives my groin an obvious stare before adding, “despite your other assets.” Despite ? What’s that supposed to mean? Standing up, I make no move to hide myself, and if I end up using my hips a bit more than necessary, and if my member swigs more than usual, I can’t be blamed. I’m worn out! Speaking of which. . . The yellow healing light covers me at my command, but something changes, and I see Leslie smiling. I’m growing hard. I don’t mean just a bit harder, but rather, my cock is straining in its skin, trying to reach for the ceiling. Cancelling the light, I look to the other woman accusingly. She bursts out laughing, not even trying to hide her admiring stare. “Since contact with your sister increases your ability, and since you’re not averse to copulating with your own kin, I figured I would help modify the light to help you in that regard.” The smile is still painted plainly in her eyes as she looks at me. Looking down, I can’t believe how hard the light made me. I also feel completely rejuvenated. Looking back up to the other woman, I say, “Since this was your idea, why don’t you be the first to try it out?” Fear enters her eyes, and she covers her crotch. “No, that monster will never fit!” She starts to back away from me, to where I know the portal to be. I command it to stay shut, as I advance towards her. I know that she can override my command, with her vast intellect, but when she reaches the wall, and it doesn’t open, she turns back to me. “You can’t be serious.” The fear is gone from her eyes, and I almost think there might be a bit of playfulness in them now. She slides along the wall, alternating glances from my face to my hard erection, and back. “You have plenty of other women to try that thing out on. Why go for me?” I smile widely as I continue to advance. “Because this was your idea. Because you’re the one in here now.” Showing even more of my teeth, in what I hope is a hungry look, I finish, “And because you’re one helluva fine woman, and your intelligence really turns me on.” She stops and stares as I finish talking, taking her eyes off me long enough to look down her body. Her clothing is modest, but even so, I know she’s not well endowed, and her ass is a little flat, but when she’s smiling, she really is beautiful, and she’s rather slim as well. I use her distraction and lunge for her, but she’s quicker than she looks, and dodges away at the last moment. How did she move like that? I thought I had her. “You’re no slouch when it comes to intelligence either,” she compliments me, “but even you should know that you can’t fit something the size of your wrist through something the size of my little finger.” The thought of her with her little finger inside her tiny kootchy makes me even hornier, and she doesn’t miss the bit of precum that escapes my tip. “Perhaps not, but anything can be stretched when it gets warmed up,” I throw physics back at her. She ponders my words for a moment, and I’m able to get close enough to grab at her, but somehow she bends out of my way again. Is she some kind of martial artist? Growling, I continue with my advance, as she sidles around the room. She remains silent for a bit, and the only sounds that can be heard are our footsteps as we move. “Do you have the tools to warm it up, though?” She asks solicitously, and this time it’s me that stops, wondering if she’d just insulted me. Then I catch the gleam in her slim eyes, and see my chance. “Then I propose an experiment,” I remain still, and she raises one slender eyebrow, inviting me to continue. She also stops moving away. “You allow me to try, and we’ll see whose hypothesis holds true.” She pretends to take that under consideration, but I can already see the answer in the way her hands fiddle with the hem of her shirt. “Shall we set a time limit on that? There becomes a point when no amount of effort will give results.” This time I consider. How long will it take to get her warmed up enough? “Shall we say, thirty minutes?” That should easily be more than enough time. “Done!” she states, and lifts her sweater over her head. I’m right about her breast size. She’s lucky if she’s a full a-cup. After being with such busty women as Shanna and Gina, it surprises me that I’m turned on by the appearance of her slight chest. Her bra hits the floor next, and I command my light-suite off. With her breasts now completely free, I can truly admire the way they sit on her chest, with no sagging. Their soft curves round out nicely with her thin frame, and are topped with the smallest nipples I’ve ever seen on an adult. Stepping up to her, I pull her body to mine, just as her pants hit the floor. They tangle around her feet, and she has to catch herself against me. Not giving her any time to catch her balance, I bend over, and lift her into my arms, immediately latching onto one of her tiny nipples. From her gasp, you’d think I’d sensitized it with a switch, but with her, apparently I don’t have to. The gravity in the room unexpectedly terminates, and I find us floating freely. Looking up her chest, I can see Leslie smiling dreamily back down at me. I have to wonder what’s changed since the last time I’d seen her. She’d been so calm and reserved, and conceited, but then when she is alone with me. . . Maybe that’s it. She has an image to maintain when in front of the other women. Conceited, conservative, and intelligent. I wonder which is the true her? With gravity no longer a concern, I allow my right hand to slide down her back, through her butt-crack, and up to her slit. She’s already wet, and I play with her labia while I continue to enjoy her miniscule nipple. I try to slip a finger into her, but she hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she was the size of her pinkie. I’m going to have to [b]seriously warm her up, if my enlarged manhood is going to make it into her. “Ready to concede the experiment?” She asks, apparently figuring out what I’m thinking. “After only two minutes in?” We’re in mid-room now, slowly wending our way to the ceiling, and I use the hand that’s been failing to enter her, to flip her up to my mouth. I like to think I have a skill in this area, and it’s sure to accomplish my goals. Of course, I could just use a switch to make her looser, but where’s the fun in that? Her pussy has a sweet and tangy flavor to it, as my lips begin their work on her labia. Not even my tongue can gain entrance to her hole, but if I can get past Harana’s and Lela’s outer barrier, then I can get past Leslies. My cock is engulfed in a warm wetness, and I moan into this Asian vagina, even though she isn’t very talented. I’m beginning to wonder how many blowjobs she’s given, when something else strikes me, and I blurt out without thinking, “You’re a virgin!” Her mouth never leaves my rod, but I feel her nod. Holy fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought. Why is a virgin coming onto me like this? ‘Because in a week we may all be dead,’ Leslie’s words appear to me, and I realize I was broadcasting again. ‘You are apparently good at what you do, so I figured I would give you a shot.’ I nod, though that almost makes me feel like a piece of meat. ‘But I didn’t take into consideration the size of this thing. It barely fits in my mouth.’ I attack her cunny with renewed vigor. This genius isn’t dying a virgin, not because I’m going to fuck her as soon as I can cram my meat into her, but because I’m not going to lose next week! She starts making squealing noises when I nibble on her clit, and after only a few seconds of this, she has her first orgasm. I try again to fit a finger into her, and slip my middle finger up to the second knuckle. My finger feels like it’s in a vise, but I use this leverage as I continue to play with her clitoris, and rub her inside walls. It takes two more orgasms to get another finger into her, and on her fifth, she is no longer trying to give me head, but just moaning and enjoying the sensations I’m delivering to her body. It’s been about twenty minutes, and there is still no way I’m getting my dill into her hole. I decide to change tactics, and pull my head from between her legs. And hit my head on the ceiling. Damn, that hurts! Leslie doesn’t miss this of course, and starts laughing at my misfortune. Growling, I pull her body down stopping her legs with my thighs, my cock nestled between us. This also sets us slowly spinning in the zero G’s. I pull her back up just enough to start rubbing my cock along her slit, and slip her other nipple into my mouth. I use my free hand to hold her in place against me. I really enjoy the way her slit feels as it slips back and forth along my tool, and occasionally make pokes to see if she turned on enough. “One minute left,” she murmurs, her voice husky and shaking. Dammit, I can’t lose! I try to enter her again, part of me wanting to just shove forward as hard as I can, but another knowing that you can’t treat a virgin that way. “Time!” She crows triumphantly as yet another orgasm takes her. I expect her to pull away, but she surprises me, as her legs wrap around my waist, my cock poised at her too-tight entrance, and gravity returns. My back hits the floor with an audible thump , and Leslie cries out as the force of the impact drives my sword into her sheath. I’m only in her about half-way, but it feels like the end of my penis is being squashed by a black hole. I’ve never felt anything so tight. There is a fire burning in this woman, and I think the pressure is going to destroy me, but after a couple seconds it lets up, and Leslie looks down at me, panting. “Looks like you were right. Now fuck my tiny pussy. I understand the pain with go away shortly.” That’s Leslie for you. Even when screwing, she stays analytical. I laugh. I can’t help it. Don’t get me wrong, I use my hands on her hips to start her moving, but I laugh all the same. I think if I live to a million years, I’ll never fully understand this woman. I continue the slow movements, waiting for her to get accustomed to having me inside her, and after a couple minutes she takes control. As soon as she does, I lift my head to her small chest, and suckle in her nipple again, feeling the sensation go straight to her cunt by the way it starts to milk me. “I was. . . right to choose you,” she gasps at one point. “You’re determined, and strong. Ungh, you are great at what you do. Umm, ahh!” Gravity flips off again, and once more we’re floating free. I decide to take control again, and judging by how much her pussy has loosened up, while still remaining almost unbearably tight, I pull all the way out except for my head, then drive it back into her slight form. It only takes three thrusts like this before she is having her first intercourse orgasm. I have to stop when she does, out of fear that her inner muscles will rib my rod off. “Damn, that was good. Is it always like that with you, or are you using your ability on me?” Her tone is half breathless, half clinical. I can’t figure her out! “I haven’t used a switch in you, I promise.” Her eyes grow large as I tell her that. She looks down to where we’re connected, and I do too. I can see some slight blood from where we’d broken her hymen, and a fair bit of her natural lubricant. “Then how. . .?” I know what she’s asking, and instead of answering, I kiss her. It’s our first kiss, and despite the fact that we’re already in the act of consummation, she’s hesitant. I don’t let up though, as I press my tongue against her lips, and after a second, she allows me passage, but only to the front of her teeth. I use my hips forcefully again, and when she moans, my tongue finally makes it into meet hers. She cums again, and when she recovers, she’s fully engaged in the kiss, moaning and humping her body against mine for all it’s worth. Her enthusiasm finally does it for me, and I begin firing my wad against the back of her womb, making us both cry out in unison. Gravity slowly reasserts itself as we come down from our shared ecstasy. I find that I’m still hard, but Leslie gingerly gets up, and grimaces. She notices my pointing rod, and weakly smiles. “Looks like the light did its job. The true experiment is a success. Unfortunately you’re going to need to have someone else take care of that. I’m going to be sore for a week!” She shakes her head, slowly. “The things I do for science.” She starts to head for her clothes, but thinking fast, I turn the yellow lot on her, and she freezes in mid step. Standing up, I wait until I’m certain she’s fully healed, and enter her from behind. She moans in pleasure, as her hand goes to the back of my head and pulls my lips down to hers. “I’ve created a monster,” I hear her say, before we begin fucking in earnest. My hand on her clit easily notices how large it’s gotten. * * * “Where are Lela and Harana?” I ask my sister as I walk into the compartment the two angels are usually in. “Lela is talking with the other ship captains, and Harana is taking care of your kids.” She pauses and looks at me for a bit, sucking in her bottom lip, and I know she wants to say something. “Out with it, Summer. If we can’t be blunt and honest after everything we’ve done, then we’re more screwed up than I thought.” “You never really spend any quality time with your kids.” The words are out of her in a rush, and now I understand her trepidation. I have been avoiding them. It’s not like I’ve left the room when they’re there, but I haven’t gone out of my way for them either. I have spent some time with them, but she’s right about it not being quality time. They are from my flesh and blood. Sure they’re not entirely human, but doesn’t that mean they need both parents all the same. Ha! Both parents. As if I know anything about that. My dad had never been there, so what do I have as a role model? Hank Hill, Homer Simpson? What about Clark Kent’s dad? Oh, sure I know they’re all fictional, but those are all I have. I know nothing about taking care of babies. Maybe they’ll be better off if Lela takes care of them. “No, Nick,” Summer says forcefully. Damn my broadcasting mind! I’ll bet the Green Lantern never has these problems. Well, maybe when he’s— “And don’t change the subject. Those are your kids in the other room. I’m not going to let you be a father like ours was. Now march your ass in there, and get to know them.” To say I feel shame, would be to call the Atlantic a pond. She’s right of course (I’m making sure my thoughts are my own). Just because I had a bad example, doesn’t mean I can’t make a better one. Harana is rocking one of the girls when I walk in. She only glances at me for a moment, then returns to her task. I remember how Lela had told me that her race doesn’t care for their kids the way humans do, and I can see that in the clinical way that Harana manages them. I think the only reason Lela takes such care with them, is because we made them together, rather than them being made on her. “Can I have a moment with them?” I ask, and Harana lays the girl down on the soft blankets. She leaves the room, and I just stare down at the six half-human babies. I don’t know what to say. Can they even understand me? Of course not! Their too young. I pick up one of the boys, this one with hands like his mother’s, but skin tone more like mine. He is small enough to fit comfortably in both of my hands. He opens his too large eyes, and looks at me intently for a few moment, then reaches his tiny hand out to me, and smiles. My heart melts, and I feel hot tears stream down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” I murmur. “I should have come sooner. I should have spent more time with you. The demons are coming next week, and I don’t know what to do about them. I brought you all back to life, and for what? To witness your father’s failure?” I shake my head, and the tiny boy looks at me confused. “And here I am, talking to a baby not even a month old as if you can understand.” The baby boy reaches out his hand again, and this time grips my thumb. ‘You will do fine, father.’ The words don’t appear like when the nanites are used, but seem to enter my mind with a chorus of voices, all speaking in unison. Shocked, I look at my other five children. They’re all looking back to me, a serious look on their faces.

How Traditions Start – part 11 A story by Starrynight. Sorry for taking so long and thanks for all my readers. As always comments are appreciated and there is more to come. Enjoy. "Go slow." Presley whimpered as Jack pressed the tip of his erection to her puckered asshole. They were on Presley's bed, she on all fours with Jack on his knees behind her. He spread her juicy cheeks with both hands and held his breathe as he slowly pushed his well lubricated cock into his older sister's butt. "Oh fuck!" Presley moaned as the head of her brother's penis penetrated her backdoor. She moved a hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit, closing her eyes and letting out another moan as Jack pushed himself deeper inside her. It was Presley and Jack's fourth night together, and she decided to try anal sex with him. The night after their first sexual encounter, remembering how she craved sex after her first time with Zach, Presley paid her younger brother another visit. She told him he could come to her whenever he wanted to have sex, and he took her up on it every night since. Presley, being the horny little minx that she was, was thrilled to be having sex daily. Obviously, her brother was still very inexperienced, but what he lacked in experience, he made up for with his eagerness to pleasure her and his ability to get hard quickly. "Uh fuck, it's so tight." Jack moaned as he buried his dick deep in his sister's butt. They were going at it for a while now, and Jack had already eaten his sister's pussy and had sex, with her on top. He came inside her as she rode him, and after, she asked him if he wanted to try anal with her, which undoubtedly, he did. He was glad he already came once; he wouldn't have lasted long inside her tight ass otherwise. "Mmmm, slow." Presley whispered with a moan as Jack started pulling his dick out. She continued to rub her clit and moaned again as Jack pulled his cock out to the tip, then slid it back in, already his shaft entering her more easily. "Oh god!" she called out, moaning as Jack filled her once more, not pausing this time, and immediately started pulling his cock out and pushing it back in. Jack, who until a few days ago couldn't wait for summer to end and to go off to college, suddenly wanted it to last forever. He would finish every day in a steamy fuck session with his sexy older sister, where she would let him explore her naked body, sucking, licking, kissing, nibbling, caressing and fucking until they were both exhausted. It was absolute heaven for a horny young man, and he didn’t want it to end. "You can go a little faster." Presley said after her body adjusted to the intruder. Jack wasn't as thick as Zach and his dick entered her ass more easily. "Oh fuck, not that fast!" she groaned as Jack painfully thrust himself into her, his balls slapping against her pussy as he pushed himself inside forcefully. "Sorry." Jack mumbled shyly and paused for a moment. He tightly gripped his sister's hips and started moving his own again, sliding his cock in and out of her snug hole only slightly faster than when he started. "Yeah that's good!" Presley said with a moan as her brother sodomized her, pleasure hitting her with every thrust of his hips. The room was warm and reeked of sex as brother and sister dabbled with anal sex for the first time together. Their bodies were beaded with sweat, Jack's hair clinging to his forehead as he drove his shaft while moaning, into his sister tight asshole. Presley moaned as well, her bed creaking under their weight as the two continued their forbidden perverse act. Presley was moaning softly, still gently rubbing her clit with her right hand, her heavy breasts swaying back and forth, while her brother quickened the pace. "Fuck, this feels so good!" Jack groaned; still incredulous he was fucking his sister in the ass. He looked down at her as he moved, running his eyes along her smooth bare back, down to his hard shaft sliding in and out of her rosebud. He glimpsed her boobs as they swayed to the side for a moment, then looked at her booty, jiggling each time he pressed himself to it. "Oh yeah, fuck your big sister's fat ass!" Presley moaned in high-pitched voice dripping with pleasure and arousal. Jack started thrusting faster, this time his sister only moaning with delight as he did, his balls slapping powerfully against her pussy. "Oh my god!" Presley squealed with surprise and delight as her younger brother brought his palm down to her ass and spanked it almost hard. "Yeah, you like that?" Jack asked in a sexy voice. He was starting to understand what his kinky sister liked. "Yes!" Presley moaned, jumping as her brother spanked her again, turning her on even more. She started feverishly rubbing her pussy while Jack continued to relentlessly pound her ass. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Presley called out after another echoing spank. Jack moved his hand back to her hips and thrust himself into her hard and fast. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she called out in a shrill voice, a series of high moans escaping her mouth as the pleasure grew stronger. "Oh god!" Jack groaned. He was also getting close, but his nightly sessions with his sister were paying off, and he already knew what to do to last a little longer. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and continued plowing her juicy butt enthusiastically. "Oh my god I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Presley called out and quickly pressed her face down into the pillow, stifling her squeals. Her body suddenly lit up with searing sexual pleasure, electrifying waves of it making her legs tremble. She clawed the covers as her little brother shoved himself into her ass again, sending another numbing wave of bliss down her spine, making her back arch and toes curl at the extreme pleasure. "Oh fuck!" Jack groaned after his sister's naked body trembled under him for what felt like eternity. Pleasure engulfed him as he watched her body contort and tremble, her ass still eagerly accepting his dick into it with each plunge. A low deep grunt escaped his mouth as he fucked his big sister through her climax. Seeing her orgasm was so incredibly hot, it made him groan again as his cock exploded and sent the first load into her tight asshole. Jack let out a series of deep groans, closing his eyes as he ejaculated. Presley finished cumming by now and was breathing heavily on all fours, listening to Jack groan with pleasure as he barely thrust himself into her butt, filling it with his seed as his body burned with euphoric pleasure. He let out a final grunt as the last of his orgasm washed over him, then pulled his cock from Presley's ass with a pop and laid down next to her. They laid on the bed facing each other with content smiles on their faces. They were hot, sweaty, panting, and extremely satisfied. "That was so hot!" Jack said excited, eyeing Presley's naked body then looking back up to her eyes. "I'm guessing you enjoyed my ass." Presley said with a condescending tone, laughing at Jack's eager nod. "Good," she added "because we're going to start practicing that too." She said and giggled as her brother's eyes went wide. She looked down at his dick, half expecting it to get hard again, but he had enough for one day. They laid there for a few more minutes, cuddling together and catching their breaths until they began drifting off. Jack caught himself and reluctantly peeled himself out of bed. Her threw his boxers on, gave his sister a warm smile and quietly left her room, leaving her sprawled naked on the cum soaked bed. -- Presley woke up the following morning to banging on her door. The room was scorching hot, yet she quickly covered herself with the thin white sheet. "Yeah." She called out in a groggy voice, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as the door swung open. "You're not up yet?" Zach asked annoyed as he entered the room and saw her still in bed. "Get up and start getting ready, we're leaving in about an hour." He said and shook his head. "Yeah, okay." Presley said, her voice still sleepy and pulled the cover off as she sat up in bed yawning. Zach felt a stir in his crotch as he looked at his sister naked. Her large round breasts looked as delicious as usual though her nipples were not hard. He ran his eyes along her, watching as she climbed out of bed while facing him and stared at her pink pussy. He felt another stir when he noticed the dry cum plastering her thighs along with a slight pang of jealousy towards his younger brother. "Wow, it reeks in here." Zach said as he sniffed the hot stuffy air, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. He walked over to the window and opened it, letting in a fresh morning breeze while Presley climbed out of bed naked, giving him a great view of her juicy ass as she leaned down to grab a pair of panties from the floor. She stepped into them and turned to Zach just as he headed for the door. "I tried anal with Jack for the first-time last night." Presley said casually in a hushed tone as she grabbed a large shirt and pulled it on. He was the one she came to for help before her night with Jack, and he was the one she confided in after and asked for advice. She watched Zach as he turned around just as he reached door. "You two are really going at it, huh?" Zach enquired, looking at Presley. He knew they continued having sex after their first night together. "I know what he's going through." Presley said with a shrug and looked straight at her brother's eyes. "I remember how I felt after our first time together. I was horny all the time and constantly wanted to have sex." She said and looked at Zach as he gave her a sympathetic half smile and nodded. They talked about this before and he knew that although they had sex a few more times after their first night together, if it was up to Presley she would have made him fuck her silly every night, pretty much like what Molly and he did at the beginning. "Why, are you jealous?" she asked with a naughty smirk. "No." Zach said defensively and blushed. Knowing that Jack and Presley were going at it every night was turning him on. His girlfriend was going to join him towards the end of the summer, but it seemed so far away he was tempted to ask Presley to have sex again, and even wondered if Molly would be willing to go for a roll in the hay just like old times. "But I do hope Jack knows how lucky he is to have you as a big sister." He added quickly, trying to change the subject. "Now get washed up and pack your things. We're leaving in an hour." He snapped at her kindly and left the room. -- It had been a while since the Fletchers went on a vacation the entire family and they were all excited for it. Five days at an exclusive beach resort. They loaded the family truck as Tom went over everything with their friend, Carl, who agreed to watch the place while they were gone. After double checking Carl had all the details, they hopped on and started the long drive there. By the time they got to the hotel, they wanted to kill each other. Driving with your family in a crowded car does that to a person, but the second they laid their eyes on the golden sandy beach in front of them, they forget all about their bickering and fighting. They followed their father to the impressive reception, aweing and oohing as they spotted the pools, bar, gym, sauna and other amenities. They were giddy with excitement as they made their way up to the tenth floor where their rooms were. They were staying in 3 adjoining rooms: A two-bedroom suite for their parents, and two impressive double rooms. After much discussion it was decided that Zach and Jack would share one room, Presley and Molly another, and Lisa would take the extra bedroom in her parents' suite, knowing that her older siblings would be staying up later. They brought up their luggage and declared the vacation officially started. Jack and Zach were laying on their beds watching a basketball game when someone knocked on the door connecting their room with Molly and Presley's. Jack dragged himself off the bed, keeping an eye on the TV, and unlocked the door, pulling it open. "Can I use your shower?" Presley asked with a sweet smile, still in her jeans and shirt from the car. "Molly is in ours and taking forever." She added and took a step into the guys' room, looking over at Zach too. "I think so. We're watching a game anyway." Jack said and jumped back onto his bed. "Sure, go ahead." Zach added, keeping his eyes on the game. "Awesome, thanks." Presley said happily and disappeared back into her room, leaving the door open. A few seconds later, Jack glimpsed Presley entering their room. He immediately turned his gaze to her and gawked, noticing she was completely naked. Zach smiled to himself next to Jack, shaking his head in amusement upon seeing his younger sister naked, then moved back to the game while Presley entered the shower, closing the door behind her. "So, I heard you and Presley were close the last few days." Zach said to his younger brother in a matter-of-fact way. He glanced sideways at his brother as the water started running in the shower, then looked away. "Yeah, I guess." Jack mumbled shyly. It was the first time his brother mentioned anything remotely related to the dirty family secret and Jack didn't exactly know how to respond to it. "Oh, come on, how could he miss that shot?" Zach yelled angrily at the TV, gesturing with his hand to the player on TV. He shook his head then turned back to his brother. "I hope you know how lucky you are." He said with a serious tone. "It was her idea to keep…meeting up with you at nights." Zach said and gave his brother a quick look. "Can I ask you something?" Jack asked nervously after a long silent pause. "Sure." Zach said and turned to look at him, giving his younger brother a serious look. "Did it ever feel wrong for you to, you know…do that with mom, Molly or Presley?" Jack asked fidgeting nervously with his fingers. He looked at his brother for a moment, then turned towards the TV. "Yes." Zach admitted half-heartedly and took a deep breath. "When I was with mom that first time, through all of it, I kept thinking to myself how we shouldn't be doing this and how wrong it was, but it felt so good I couldn't bring myself to stop. Also, my first time with Presley, at the beginning, I kind of felt disgusted with myself for what I was doing to my little sister, even though she really liked it." Zach confided in his brother. It was something he never told anyone. "What about with Molly?" Jack asked. "No." Zach said shaking his head. "I'm not sure why, but with Molly it just felt right and almost natural to be doing it." Zach said, thinking back to all the nights his twin sister and he spent making love when they were younger. "But I can tell you that it stopped feeling wrong after that, or at least it stopped feeling like 'we shouldn't be doing it' kind of wrong." He looked over at Jack and noticed the quizzical expression on his face. "It feels like 'this is so hot' kind of wrong." Zach tried to explain, and Jack nodded understandingly. "Why, does it feel wrong to you?" Zach asked his younger brother. "I'm not sure." Jack said almost sounding relieved. "My first time with each of them did, but I don't think it does anymore." Jack continued shyly. Just like his brother said, his first times having sex with his mother and sisters, a part of him kept saying how wrong and disgusting what he was doing was, but his last few nights with Presley didn't feel that way. He was relieved it was not only him. They kept watching the game mostly in silence, and just as the final buzzer was heard, the bathroom door swung open. They both turned to look as Presley stepped out, a small towel wrapped around her wet hair, and another one wrapped around her body, covering her from the top of her breasts down to her upper thighs. "That was so good." Presley said with content as she dried her wet hair off with the small towel. She looked over at her brothers and saw them starring at her. "What? disappointed with the view?" she asked giggling and moved a hand to between her breasts. "Oops." She said with an innocent voice as she undid the towel and let it fall to the floor, giving her brothers a good look at her naked body: large breasts, flat stomach and pink pussy proudly displayed. She paused for a second so they could get a good look, then turned around. She slowly bent down to pick up the towel, purposely flaunting her juicy ass, and gave her brothers a peek of her pussy lips before straightening back up and sauntering off to her own room while giggling. Jack and Zach looked at each other and started laughing. Jack was shocked that his sister just exposed herself to the both of them like that, but Zach was much less surprised. They heard Presley and Molly talking from the next room, Molly chastising her for coming from the guys' room naked while Presley laughed, claiming her towel just slipped off. "I'm gonna go take a shower." Jack said, trying to hide his growing erection. His brother nodded at him, switching between channels as Jack quickly grabbed some clothes and made his way to the shower, his cock hard and begging for release by the time he closed the door behind him. -- After the family was all clean and dressed, they all walked down to have dinner at the hotel's restaurant. They talked about their plans for the upcoming days with excitement, and afterwards retired to their rooms. They were all tired from the long drive there, and went to sleep early, buzzing with excitement for the days to come. The following morning, they woke up to a bright sunny day, not too hot and perfect for swimming and going to the beach. They started the day with a hearty breakfast and decided to go to the pool afterwards together, before each of them continued to the next activity. They went up to their rooms to change and decided to meet up at the pool. Jack's eyes shot around hungrily as he and Zach arrived at the pool first. All around them there were beautiful women of all ages, mostly wearing small bright-colored bikinis. He eyed a sexy young woman, only a little older than he was, hanging in the pool with some guy Jack assumed was her boyfriend. He stole a glance at her large breasts, covered only by a small pink bikini that left little to the imagination, then continued along after Zach. They headed over to a group of free chairs underneath a large palm tree and put their towels down. A few minutes later they were joined by their parents, their mother in a loose grey beach dress, and their father in a pair of swimming trunks and a Hawaiian shirt. Their parents took a seat next to them, and were shortly followed by the girls, Lisa tagging along her older sisters. Zach waved to his sisters until they spotted him and came over. They were all dressed only in their bikinis and flipflops as they came over and put their things down while chatting cheerfully. Molly was wearing a light blue bikini, not too conservative but not too revealing either, the round cups covering most of her perky breasts. Presley was dressed in a much bolder red bikini, her large breasts covered by two small triangles, and the bottoms comprised of two pieces of fabric, tied on both sides, barely covering her juicy rump. Jack looked at his older sisters lustfully, knowing exactly what they looked like underneath, then looked at his younger sister. Lisa was dressed in a conservative crème-colored bikini that tightly hugged her petite frame. He briefly thought about what it would be like once she turned eighteen, but the thought was quickly pushed out of his mind as his mother stripped out of her dress. Many heads turned, including both of her sons', as Liz revealed her sexy body. She was wearing a black bikini, the top perfectly cupping her large boobs, while the bottom part hugged her fit waist nicely, emphasizing her tight ass. Despite giving birth to five children, she had an amazing figure, largely due to her daily work around the farm. Men and women alike glanced at her, the women enviously, and the men lustfully, some taking a mental picture of her for later use. "Shall we hit the water?" Liz asked, either impervious or ignorant to the looks she was getting. She smiled at her kids and walked over to the nearest ladder, a shivering tingle running through her as she dipped her toes in the water, followed by the rest of her sexy body. The family spent the next hour or so playing around in the water. They splashed and laughed, dunked and chased one another, and just had a good time. Molly and Lisa were the first to head off, deciding to go the private beach. Zach left a few minutes after in the hopes of joining a volleyball game he noticed on the beach. Liz and Tom headed to the sauna, leaving only Jack and Presley at the pool. Presley laughed, breathing heavily as Jack and she climbed out of the pool and slumped down on a couple of chairs next to each other. They were having fun chilling in the pool but were getting tired and decided to rest for a bit. As they laid on the chairs, Jack noticed the looks his sister was getting from guys around and he couldn't blame them. She was on her back, eyes closed, wearing the small red bikini, and her body glistening with water. He looked at her two large mounds, the outline of her nipples barely visible, and looked away before he would get hard. "What do you want to do next?" Presley asked and Jack turned his head to face her. "How about we go check out the beach?" Jack offered and stole a glance towards her crotch. "Yeah, sounds good." Presley said squinting at Jack and sat up. "I want to grab my sunglasses first, I forgot them in the room. You wanna come with or stay here while I go get them?" she asked. The sun was high in the sky by now and much brighter, hurting Presley's eyes. "I guess I'll come with you." Jack said indifferently and got out of his chair. They grabbed their towels, Jack pulled his shirt on, and headed up to their rooms. Inside the hotel, Presley received even more nasty looks from men, some turning around to look at her ass as she walked past. Jack also couldn't look away from her, and on their way up, stayed a step behind her more than once, getting a good look at her flawless butt. When they got to their rooms, they entered Presley and Molly's, and Presley began to rummage through her stuff while Jack stepped through the connecting door to his room to grab a snack. His penis was semi-erect from looking at Presley on their way up, and adjusting his trunks only got him thinking about it which made him harder. "Ready to go?" Presley asked as she entered Jack's room with her sunglasses over her hair. She looked at Jack sitting on the bed with a prominent bulge in his shorts. "You want me to help you with that before we leave?" she asked, gesturing towards Jack's crotch. "I don’t know. What if somebody came in?" Jack said hesitantly. He badly wanted to have some fun with Presley but was worried about getting caught. "I don't think anybody will come up anytime soon," Presley said with a naughty grin, "and I'm not sure we will get another chance alone today." "Yeah okay." Jack said, giving in to his lust. He pulled his shirt off and watched Presley as she walked over and stood in front of him, placing her sunglasses next to the TV. "Just relax and let me take care of you little brother." Presley said with a naughty grin and got down on her knees at the foot of his king-size bed. She looked up at his bare chest, then his eyes, and slid her hands into his swimming trunks. He raised his waist, and Presley started pulling them down, his erect cock springing free in the process. Jack gasped as Presley grasped his cock and let out a little moan as she squeezed it. "Oh god!" he praised as she closed her lips around the head and watched mesmerized as she began sucking on his cock. "Mmm so good." Presley whispered as she pulled her mouth off her brother's shaft while sucking. She smiled at him, tightly grasping his dick in her right hand, and started licking along the bottom of his shaft. She sucked on his balls briefly, then slid the tip of her tongue back up, swirling it around the head before engulfing it with her mouth once again. "Oh fuck!" Jack moaned, calling out low and deep as his sister started bobbing her head up and down his boner. She sucked on it as she did, getting more and more of his meat into her mouth every time and increasing his moans. Jack reached behind his sister's back and fumbled with the string until he managed to untie her bikini top, pulling at the fabric in the front to reveal her hard, reddish-brown, nipples. Presley slowly pulled her mouth of his erection with a smile on her eyes. "Naughty boy." She said with a laugh, her mouth only an inch from her brother's throbbing member. She shrugged out of the top, fully exposing her mouth-watering tits as it fell to the floor. She moaned as Jack squeezed her left breast, tenderly caressing it, then cooed as his pinched her nipple playfully. "Mmm god!" she moaned as he squeezed her nipple harder, a jolt of pleasure shooting from her nipple down to her pussy, before she took him back into her warm mouth. Presley's pussy was dripping as she sucked her brother's dick while he continued to play with her erect nipples, pinching and squeezing them. The damp bottoms of her bikini were only growing wetter as she enjoyed his hard rod in her mouth, thinking of how Jack would devour her soaked cunny once she made him cum. The beep from the door caught them both by surprise, and Jack's eyes went wide with terror when the door swung open a moment later. He frantically looked around for something to cover his erection with and quickly grabbed his shirt, covering his ragging erection with it while Presley stopped blowing him and looked at the door. "Sorry, I, eh, just came to grab something. Don't stop on my account." Zach said nervously as he walked into the room and quickly closed the door behind him. Presley was on her knees, topless, in front of a naked Jack. Her right hand was still on his hard cock which looked like the center pole of a tiny teepee with his shirt over it. Presley gave her older brother a surprised smile, then, to Jack's horror, pulled his shirt away, exposing his erection to their older brother, before taking his cock back into her mouth and continuing to suck it like it was the most natural thing in the world. "What are you doing?" Jack squeaked as Presley blew him with their brother right there. "What? Zach doesn't mind." She said amused, pulling his dick out of her mouth to speak before slurping it back in. Zach couldn't bring himself not to stare, and Jack turned red as his brother watched them for a moment before continuing over to his bag. "Yeah, I just came to change. I was going to check out the gym." Zach explained as he grabbed a pair of shorts, boxers, and a shirt, and placed them on his bed. He turned his gaze away to the sound of Presley sucking Jack's cock and started removing his clothes. He pulled his shirt off, exposing his muscular upper body, then without a shred of hesitation, pulled down his damp swimsuit, revealing his hardening six-inch dick. Presley watched her older brother undressing next to them from the corner of her eye. When she saw him taking his shorts off and spotted his erection, she immediately turned to look at it, and Jack, following her gaze, did too. If there was something that turned Presley on more than a nice hard cock, it was two nice hard cocks, and her wetness grew as she looked at it, stroking Jack as she pulled her mouth away. "You want some help with that too?" Presley asked Zach and laughed while stroking Jack's shaft masterfully. "Seriously?" Zach asked, looking at Presley's gorgeous bare breasts while she jacked off Jack. "Sure," Presley said shrugging, "as long as Jack is okay with it." She said, moving her eyes to Jack's. "Okay with what?" Jack blurted out confused. His sister's hand sliding up and down his cock felt nice, but Zach's presence was making it hard to concentrate, and although he might have been close to cumming before, now he was far from it. "With Zach joining us?" Presley said grinning. She stuck her tongue out and ran the tip along the head of Jack's cock while looking at him. "You mean like a threesome?" Jack asked shocked and Presley gave him an innocent shrug. "I guess I do owe you one." Zach said and turned to face Presley and Jack, his hard dick bouncing. "What do you mean 'owe her one'?" Jack asked as he tried to comprehend what they were offering. It was weird enough having Zach there with Presley giving him a blowjob, but for the both of them to have sex with her at the same time sounded crazy. Presley stopped licking Jack's dick and turned to Zach, exchanging a knowing look. "A few years ago, a little after my first time with Zach. He, Molly and I, kind of had sex together." Presley said shyly. "You had sex with…both of them…at the same time?" Jack asked his brother amazed. "Like a threesome?" he added just to be sure. "Uh hu." Zach said, nodding shyly, his cock twitching at the memory of fucking his two sisters on his bed. "Holy shit!" Jack said amazed and incredibly turned on. "Do you really want to have sex with both of us together?" Jack asked, looking down at his sister. She looked at him with big eyes and nodded, the longing clearly visible on her face. "Then I guess I'm okay with it." Jack said. He wasn't sure he really was, but he could tell his sister wanted it and after everything she did for him, he didn't feel right saying no. Zach looked down at Presley as his arousal grew. He hoped to stay celibate until meeting up with his girlfriend, but he was so fucking horny he couldn’t resist. Seeing all the barely clothed girls in the pool and beach, not to mention his sisters and mom, was making it hard, and walking in on a topless Presley giving Jack head was the final straw. "Go ahead and climb on the bed." He said to his brother and walked behind Presley. She released Jack's cock and stood up straight, watching him shift on the bed until he was on his knees next to the pillows, his back straight and his hard cock pointing towards her. "Are you going to fuck me big brother?" Presley asked in a kinky little girl's voice as she took a step back and pressed her ass into his hard prick. She giggled, then climbed onto the bed on all fours. "Are you gonna fuck my little pussy while I suck our little brother's cock?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at Zach while she moved towards Jack and grabbed his hard cock. "I think I'll snack on your sweet little pussy first." Zach said and squeezed Presley's clad ass to her coos. He slid his hands to both sides of her and tugged on the string at both ends. The knots holding her bikini unraveled and the fabric fell onto the bed between her legs. Zach's cock twitched as he laid his eyes upon his younger sister's juicy tushy. Her pink pussy lips were peeking seductively, and Zach held his hand to it and ran a thumb along her glistening slit, sending a shiver down her spine. Zach climbed onto the bed and lowered his head between her legs. He placed his hands on her smooth orbs, spread her cheeks apart, then pressed his tongue into Presley's drenched snatch hungrily. His sister gasped and moaned, tightening her grasp on their younger brother's dick, then leaned down and took him back into her mouth. Jack moaned as he looked with disbelief at the sight unfolding before him. Presley was on all fours, her warm mouth going up and down his dick while Zach, their older brother, was behind her, his face buried in her hot wet muff. He placed a hand at the back of her head and watched her lips sliding around his shaft. Jack's cock stifled Presley's moan as Zach slid his tongue along her slit. He was teasing her with just the tip, still spreading her cheeks as he tasted her. He started at the bottom of her slit, above her asshole and near her entrance, and licked up, moving the tip of his tongue along her lips to her clit, then back again. He spread her legs a little more, sliding his hands to her soft thighs, and repeated the action as she moaned into Jack's crotch once more. Another shiver of pleasure ran through her as Zach slid his hands back up and pressed his index and middle fingers to her clit. Her eyes closed with pleasure as he rubbed her clit gently, a small circular motion that sent another wave of pleasure. Jack's cock was still in her mouth, but she was barely sucking on it and instantly resumed doing so. In the meanwhile, Zach stopped rubbing her little knob and slid his hands to her upper thighs. His thumbs were on her outer folds and she felt his warm breath on her nether region. "Your pussy tastes so good." Zach said after sneaking another quick taste. She was so wet he could taste her juices on her outer lips, seeping out of her. He placed his lips on hers and stuck his tongue out, getting another taste. Her vagina was warm, wet and delicious, and he was eager for more. He used his thumbs to spread her pink flower open and shoved his tongue deep inside her, licking at her sexual juices eagerly as she moaned again. With her younger brother's cock in her mouth, and her older brother's tongue buried deep in her twat, Presley felt in heaven. She wanted to share a bed with two guys for a while, and after her first time with Jack, she knew it would just be a matter of time until she would convince them to take her together. "Let's switch." Presley said as to her surprise, after sucking him for a while, it didn't seem like Jack was going to cum anytime soon. She pulled her mouth off his dick and straightened up, Zach pulling his tongue out of her pussy and stretching. "Jack, why don't you eat my pussy while I help Zach here." she said and started shifting on the bed. She turned around, facing Zach now and rolled onto her back. Zach moved, getting on his knees beside her and offered her his rock-hard penis. She grabbed it happily and guided it into her mouth, closing her lips around it, and sucked on it to her older brother's moans. Jack looked down at his naked sister and slid on the bed, leaning low. She was on her back with their brother's cock in her mouth and her large breasts two proud mounds, her nipples hard at the top. He placed both hands on top of her bent knees and slid them down, spreading her thighs wider as he did. He cupped her pubic mound with his right hand, sliding his fingers through her landing strip, before brushing her clit. Her slit was gleaming with wetness, and Jack traced his thumb over it seductively. He placed his thumbs on her puffy lips and spread them wide. Her vagina looked like a slick pink beautiful butterfly, and with her labia spread so vulnerably to him, Jack pushed his head between her legs and stuck his tongue out to lick her snatch. Presley moaned into her big brother's crotch as her younger brother snaked his tongue into her pussy and started devouring it. She pulled her mouth off Zach's dick and used her hand to stroke it while raising her head to look down at Jack. "Oh fuck!" she whimpered and let out a small giggle as Jack gave her clit a quick taste. "You're getting really good at that Jacky." She said sweetly, then turned back to Zach's cock and took him back into her mouth. "Oh god!" Zach moaned as Presley swirled her tongue around his shaft with it still in her mouth. He looked down at her pretty face, eagerly sucking his dick, but every few moments could not resist and glanced over at his brother as he ate her pink muff hungrily. He moved his hand to her breasts and started caressing them as she blew him, squeezing them and playing with her nipples. "Mmmm" Presley moaned as Zach pinched her hard nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Jack was still enthusiastically eating her pussy and was now switching between licking her warm velvety depth, to caressing her clit with his tongue. "Ooh" she cooed as Jack slid a finger into her cunt and started fingering her with it, getting her hotter and hotter as he licked her button. He slid his middle finger into her slippery hole a few times, making her moan as she sucked Zach's cock, then slipped another finger inside her. "Oh fuck!" Presley called out, pulling her mouth off Zach's dick as Jack started sliding two fingers in and out of her hot cunt. He shoved them in and out, warm wetness engulfing them with each thrust of his wrist and licked her clit to her growing moans. Her pleasure was building up gradually, from a small warm feeling to a powerful ball of heat inside her. She stopped sucking Zach, her left palm wrapped around his shaft and stroked it to her moans. "Oh my god!" Presley shrieked as Jack closed his mouth around her clit and sucked on it. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" she called out as a numbing pleasure shot through her. "Oh fuck!" she called once more, the pleasure bubbling up inside her. Jack sucked on her clit once more and she exploded. "Oh fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming!' Jack heard his sister call out as she hit her climax. He kept jabbing at her pink goodness with his fingers and sucking on her tasty nib while his big sister started writhing on the bed. Her legs started trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure engulfed her. She moaned and groaned, shutting her eyes as a powerful wave of pleasure shot through her, then opened them. "Oh god yes!" she moaned in a shaking voice as her body burned delightfully, her brother sucking on her clit sending another convulsion from her scorching pussy, down her legs, and up to her hard nipples. Her body continued to shudder a few more moments, pleasure still fluttering along her, then left her motionless and breathless on the bed. "That was so hot!" Zach said, gently stroking his own rock-hard dick while watching Presley trying to catch her breath. Meanwhile, Jack extracted himself from between her legs and sat up on the bed, his erection throbbing. Both brothers looked at each other, then down at their naked panting sister, looking so hot. Jack was so horny he couldn't help himself. His sister's glistening pink pussy was teasing him as she continued to breathe deeply, calling out to his hard dick seductively, openly displayed between her spread legs. He climbed onto the bed and moved slyly, until he was on his knees between her legs. He inched closer, moving his erection towards her cunt until it was hovering over it. He raised his eyes above to his older brother and sister, and blushed when he saw their eyes on him. He grabbed his dick in his hand and pressed it onto her vulva, almost expecting to hear a sizzle as he felt her warm moist skin on his shaft. He moved back on the bed just a bit, then pressed his dick to her clit. Presley gasped, and Jack felt his cock twitch. He traced the tip of his cock along her slit, moving it down, knowing his brother and sister were watching him intently, and when he was finally aligned with her entrance, he raised his eyes, ready to meet Presley and Zach's gazes, and looking at them, he slowly shoved his cock into his older sister's velvety snatch. Presley let out a quiet pleasure-filled moan as Jack entered her sacred hole. She watched his cock part her puffy lips and listened to him groan as he entered her. She slid a hand down her body, pinching her erect nipples before moving them down between her legs. "Yes, little brother, fuck my naughty little cunny." She said in a childish tone and started rubbing her vulva while her brother started moving, slowly thrusting his cock in and out. She watched Jack's cock sliding in and out of her, stretching her pussy with each push, his dick coming out slick each time he pulled out. Zach watched his younger brother fucking his sister and felt so turned on. He watched her womanhood stretch and fill with Jack's shaft and gazed with perverse fascination, his hand drawn to his own hard penis just as a different hand wrapped around it pleasantly. Zach looked down at his sister, grinning as she slowly stroked his hard member. She guided it towards her, then took it back into her mouth. "Uh fuck!" Zach moaned as Presley closed her mouth around his cock once more, her tongue running warm and wet along the bottom of his shaft while her lips closed around it, sending a searing pleasure through him. She took him deeper into her mouth, moving her hand down to the base of his rod and began moving her lips along his cock, the feeling sensational. "Ugh" Jack suddenly groaned ominously as he felt the familiar sensation creeping up on him. "Oh god!" he moaned, making Presley and Zach shoot their glances towards him. He was not fucking her for long, and not very hard, but after the blowjob he received earlier, he could not hold it in any longer. "Oh god!" he grimaced, trying to hold in his inevitable torrent. He sped up, pounding his dick into Presley's cunt with powerful thrusts as his impeding orgasm started closing in. "Uh…Uh…Uh" he moaned, his balls slapping against her ass in sync with his movement. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He let out, his brother and sister watching him as he pummeled his cock into Presley. He gritted his teeth as he held on a few more seconds, the tingling sensation growing and spreading throughout his body. He lowered his eyes, looking down at his cock as it rapidly moved in and out of his sister's pink hole. "Mmm god!" he moaned in a shaking voice, closing his eyes. He gave his sister's vagina a few more thrusts, then exploded with a loud grunt. Jack moaned and groaned as he came inside his sister's hot pussy. Her warm wet walls constricted so snugly around his cock as he began to shoot his incestuous sperm inside her. He let out a few moans as his cock started spouting inside her then stopped, pushing himself as deep as he could inside her and started whimpering with agonizing pleasure as his cock twitched and throbbed. He looked up at his brother and sister, his body twisting with pleasure as he continued to squirt his load inside her. He pressed himself as hard as he could to her, his pubic bone on her clit, and held his dick inside her as his orgasm faded away. After he was finished, he kept it there a few more moments, then pulled out and watched a small glob of jizz leaking out of her cream-pied cunt. "Uh yes!" Zach called out as he shoved his cock deeper into Presley's mouth. He had a hand behind her head and moaned in pleasure as she sucked his cock masterfully. "Fuck!" he called out, his face contorting in pleasure as he started cumming in her mouth. "Oh my god yes!" Zach called out as Presley took more of him in. He could feel the head of his cock touching the back of her throat just as he shot his first load into her mouth. "Fuck Pres, that feels amazing!" he moaned and shuddered as he shot his second load while she moved her mouth along his dick. Zach looked down at his sister's lips around his cock, then down along her naked body as his own body burned with pleasure. He moaned with each load he shot down her throat and looked down at her amazing pussy as his brother's cum oozed out of it. A few last waves of pleasure ran through him as Presley sucked his dick, milking the last of his cum, then he pulled his cock out and looked down at her breathless. Presley swallowed the content of her mouth, grinned up at her brother, then dropped her head down onto the bed. She could feel her younger brother's warm cum dripping out of her, and she moved her right hand between her legs. She scooped some of his cum with her right index finger, brought it up to her mouth and licked it, sucking on her finger seductively. She started giggling as her brothers, who were sprawled out on the bed around her, looked at her wide eyed. "I hope you're not worn out yet." Presley said with a naughty twinkle in her eyes as she moved her gaze between her brothers. "Jack, can you help me clean up a little?" she asked, and her brother nodded. He reached for a box of tissues on the nightstand, grabbed a few, and started wiping his cum from her thighs. He spread her pussy lips apart and dabbed it, cleaning the cum that leaked out. Presley let out a little moan as her brother handled her cunny and noticed he was already getting hard again, his cock semi erect. "Thanks." Presley said when he was done and rolled up to a sitting position, turning to face Jack on all fours. She grabbed his hardening penis, took it in her mouth once more and started sucking. Zach watched his sister sucking Jack's cock on all fours and felt his cock stir. He listened to his brother moan and looked at her gorgeous body, her tits swaying gently. He moved a hand to his cock and started playing with himself as he watched her. "Get over here." Presley said with a wicked grin and patted the bed next to Jack. Zach shuffled over, got on his knees next to Jack and gasped as Presley wrapped her free hand around his erection. "Yes!" Zach moaned at Presley began stroking his dick. He was semi erect in no time, and watched her mouth go up and down his brother's member a few times before she pulled it off. She raised her eyes to his, then engulfed his own rod with her mouth, stroking Jack's already hard dick. Jack and Zach let out intermittent moans as their sister sucked them off. She held the base of their cocks, one in each hand and rotated, bobbing her head along one, then switching to the other. She sucked their dicks until they were both hard and hungry for more. "I want you to fuck me at the same time." Presley said, letting go of their cocks. She straightened up on her knees, facing them, and the sexual hunger was clear in her voice. "What do you mean?" Jack asked unsure. "She wants us to DP her." Zach said, his voice dripping with arousal. "DP?" Jack asked confused. "Double penetrate. One of us fucks her pussy while at the same time the other fucks her butt." Zach explained a little embarrassed. "Oh." Jack let out as his eyes went wide. He turned to look at his sister who nodded innocently and smirked. "You up for that?" Presley asked Jack. He gulped then nodded slowly, feeling nervous. "How do you want to do it?" Zach asked his slutty little sister. "You lay down and I'll get on top facing you. Jack can start from behind and we can switch after a while." She said nervously, and the boys nodded shyly. "I'll go get some lube." Presley said and climbed off the bed. She returned a few seconds later with a tube of some lotion from her room. Zach laid on his back, his hard cock pointing up, and watched Presley as she handed Jack the lotion before climbing onto the bed. She smiled nervously as she moved on top of him, her warm soft skin on him as she dragged her naked body along his. She grabbed his big hard shaft as she moved, making Zach chuckle as she squeezed it, then leaned down and took it in her mouth. She sucked on it briefly, pulling her lips up until they were and inch above her big brother's cock. She let large glob of saliva slide out of her mouth and onto the head of his cock, coating it as it glided down his erect shaft. "Does your big hard cock want your little sister's wet pussy?" she asked in a girlish voice with a pout that quickly turned into a devilish grin. "Oh my god yes!" Zach said eagerly and Presley giggled. He watched as she moved her hot naked body over his, her large tits swaying provocatively. He grabbed them as she got nearer, squeezing and kneading them before guiding his mouth to one. A jolt of pleasure shot through Presley's body as her big brother latched his mouth onto her hard nipple and sucked on it. She cooed as he licked and flicked her nipple with his tongue. He moved to her other boob, awarding it with similar treatment before finally releasing them. "Naughty boy," Presley said with a grin "you like you little sister's tits, don't you?" she asked and sat up on his upper legs, right below his hard dick. "You know I do." Zach said cockily and smiled. "I could play with them all day." He added and shot his hand to one, pinching one of her nipples as she moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Presley moved her brother's hand away and slid her body up his. She froze when her vulva touched his cock. She grabbed his hard dick, feeling it pulse in her hand and pressed it tightly to her vulva, touching her from clit and along her landing strip. She kept her eyes locked on his as she started raising her body, his cock still in her hand. His shaft slid along her vulva as she moved until she raised herself above it. She moved her body forward ever so slightly, aligning her opening with her big brother's dick, then started lowering herself down. "Mmmm." Presley moaned as the tip of his manhood touched her tender lips, almost tickling them. She lowered herself some more, and gasped as he parted her labia. She was wet and ready down there as she looked into her brother's eyes with lust. She moved her hand away and with a single deep moan, impaled herself down his shaft, letting her big brother yet again taste her forbidden fruit. Their naked bodies were oblivious to the fact that what they were doing was wrong as pleasure took hold of them, growing with each inch brother's meat sank into sister's box, stretching it delightfully until she was sitting on top of him, his entire six inches buried to the hilt in her snug muff. "Oh wow, you're wetter than usual." Zach teased as he stretched his little sister's drenched snatch, feeling it clamp around his shaft so deliciously. "That's what happens when I get fucked by my two strong brothers." She said teasingly and rolled her hips around Zach's cock as he grunted with a chuckle. "Go ahead Jack." Presley said and laid down flat on top of Zach, pressing her breasts to his chest with his cock inside of her. "Don't forget the lotion." She said and looked up at Zach as she waited for her younger brother. "Okay." Jack managed to say weakly as he looked at his older sister laying on top of his brother with his cock in her pussy. It was a strange and perverse sight, yet he found it turning him on as he climbed onto the bed and moved towards them. He tried not to touch his brother as he moved closer to Presley, but with his body straight, Presley's legs spread on both sides of him, and her knees bent, there was no way of completely avoiding contact. Jack stopped a few inches behind his sister's gorgeous ass and opened the tube of lotion. He squirted some on his right index finger and slid it into his sister's crack. Presley moaned as her younger brother pressed his finger to her puckered hole and rubbed it. He pulled it away, squeezing some more lotion on it, then pressed it back. He used his free hand to spread her ass and coated her butthole with more lotion before slipping his fingertip in. "Ugh, go slow." Presley jumped and tried to relax, moaning as Jack slipped his finger up to the first knuckle into her hole. He pulled it out, squeezed some more lotion onto her rosebud, then pushed his finger back in. Presley moaned with pleasure as his entered her, knuckle after knuckle moving past her ring and into her until his entire finger filled her ass. Her pussy was still stuffed with Zach's cock, and the feeling was amazing. "You can put your cock in now." Presley said and moaned as Jack swiftly pulled his finger out. Jack was trying to ignore the sight of his brother's cock stuffing his sister's pussy as he prepared himself for his sister's tight rump. His penis was twitching with anticipation, and he squeezed a dollop of lotion on it, sighing at the cooling effect. He stroked his cock slowly, smearing the lotion all along, then moved forward, guiding it to his sister's anus. He spread her left cheek, his shaft in his right hand and nuzzled the tip to her asshole. He then moved his hand away, using it to spread her ass open more before slowly pushing himself in. "Uh fuck!" Presley moaned in a shaking voice as her younger brother slipped his cock into her ass. A feeling of pain mixed with pleasure hit her as the head of his dick penetrated her backdoor, and she breathed heavily as he continued pushing it in. "Is this okay?" Jack asked sweetly as his sister grunted painfully. "Yeah, keep going slow." She said and clenched her teeth as her anus stretched, half of Jack's shaft already in. "Oh god!" she groaned, closing her eyes and whimpering as Jack pushed, shoving the rest of his dick inside her. "Ugh, wait a sec." Presley said grimacing as her brothers filled both her holes at the same time. She felt full to the point of pain and breathed heavily as her body adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation. Jack was doing his best not move with his dick all the way up his sister's ass. His balls were touching the base of his brother's cock, and his sister's tightness only made him want to start pounding into her. On the other side of Presley, Zach was feeling the same. He could feel Presley's cunt tighten as Jack entered her ass, and the feeling was so good, he wanted nothing more than to hammer into her wet pussy. "Go ahead but start slow." Presley said as the initial pain dissolved. It was a surreal feeling having both her brothers inside of her, but it turned her on immensely. She let out a cute little whimper as Jack pulled his dick out of her, moving it out to the head, and waited there as Zach pulled his rigid rod from her pussy. "Oh my god!" Presley squealed as her brothers slowly pushed into her at the same time, the feeling of pain and pleasure overwhelming as her holes stretched in unison. The sensation of fullness was back, one cock in her pussy and one in her ass, but it was better this time, much less painful. She moved her hands to both sides of Zach and held herself up. She looked down at him, her breasts hovering over his face and moaned gently as he and Jack started moving each in turn, their hard cocks slowly penetrating both her holes. "Uh…Uh…Uh." Jack moaned as he shoved his dick in an out of his sister's butt. He could feel his brother's cock doing the same in her pussy, making her ass even tighter as he violated it. He couldn't help thinking how fucked up it was for two brothers to fuck their sister like that, even after all the taboo encounters with his female family members, but a sexy, high-pitched moan Presley let out, quickly turned his thoughts elsewhere. "You can go faster." Presley said as the last of the pain disappeared, her body alive with forbidden and exciting pleasure as her brothers had their way with it. "Uh fuck." She moaned as Zach pound himself into her, his hard shaft slithering along her labia as it made its way deep inside her sacred hole. "Oh god!" she moaned louder a moment later as Jack entered her, his slick member penetrating her nasty hole with a powerful stroke. The three siblings moaned as their disgusting incestuous act entered a perverse rhythm. Presley whimpered and squealed in revolting pleasure as her brothers shared her. Their naked bodies were pressed to hers from both sides, their skin sweaty and hot as their bodies merged, floating them to a plane of indescribable taboo pleasure. Zach and Jack were groaning like animals as they took her, sounding like wild dogs mounting a bitch. Another squeal left Presley's lips as her younger brother thrust his hips forward, crashing into her ass with an echoing slap and making it jiggle as his hard cock violated her tight hole. Presley looked down at her older brother's eyes, a look of focus and euphoric pleasure in them as he too slammed his cock into her wet pussy. "Oh my god I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Presley called out in a shrill voice as an unexpected orgasm hit her with full force. She squealed as her brothers continued pounding her holes and closed her eyes as her pussy started convulsing around her big brother's cock. "That's it, sis, cum for your brothers." Zach said kinkily, slowing down his thrusts, and placed his arms on her hips for support. He could feel Jack still plunging into her ass, but slower and looked up at Presley's face as it contorted with raw pleasure. Jack grabbed his sister's ass and squeezed as she came hard on both their cocks. She let out a sharp scream of ecstasy and Jack shoved his cock deep into her bum and stopped moving. Her asshole convulsed around his dick as did the rest of her body. Her legs trembled from her pussy all the way down to her feet, her toes curling and uncurling sporadically. Zach also stopped moving, his shaft buried inside their sister's twat and held her body as it writhed between them. Presley kept shuddering and trembling, her voice and breath shaking as agonizing waves of female pleasure ran along her body. As her orgasm neared its end, she could not hold herself up anymore and crashed down against Zach's chest, her tits pressed against him as she gasped for air. Jack slowly pulled his cock out of his sister's asshole and sat down on the bed next to his brother. He was rock-hard but waited for Pressley to recover as she laid on top of Zach panting. He stared at her ass mesmerized in the meantime, looking at his brother's dick lodged motionless up her cunt, and studying her gaping butthole until she started sitting up. "Oh my god, I don't think I ever came this hard." Pressley said in a hoarse voice. She sat up on Zach's dick and moved her matted hair away from her face before climbing off him to the side. Her face was flustered and sweaty as she looked at her brothers, then down at their hard members, a small grin spreading on her face. "You guys ready for some more?" Presley asked, her voice still raw. "You sure?" Zach asked uncertainly. "That looked pretty intense." He added. "Yeah, I'm okay." Presley said nodding and gave her older brother a reassuring smile. "But how about we mix it up. I'll get on top of you facing Jack, so you, can put it in my ass this time," she said to Zach, "and you, can stick it in my pussy." She said to Jack. Her brothers nodded eagerly, and Presley quickly started climbing onto Zach while facing Jack. Zach put his hands around his sister's waist and balanced her as she took her place on top of him once more. She placed her feet flat on the bed on both sides of him and squatted up over his cock. He felt a shiver running through him as Presley grabbed his manhood, the hard shaft slick with her cum, and lowered her slick deflowered asshole to it. "Oh fuucckkk!" Presley whimpered looking straight at Jack as she slowly speared herself down her big brother's stake. He stifled a moan behind her as Presley grimaced while lowering herself down his rod. Zach was bigger than their younger brother, his cock longer and slightly thicker, and despite it being slick with her juices, and her asshole already stretched by Jack, it still hurt a little as he stretched it out even more. That was exactly why Presley had Jack start in her butt, and she let out another mixed moan, closing her eyes as her anal ring and insides reluctantly stretched to allow her older brother entrance. "Oh god, that's tight!" Zach grunted as his sister finished taking his entire length. It slipped in easier than their previous time, but it was still a tight fit. He let go of her smooth skin and grabbed the two pillows from behind him before slowly lifting his back off the bed. "Sorry." He said as Presley grunted, then placed the two pillows under his head and leaned back down. Presley was adjusting to the feeling of having her big brother's dick in her ass and leaned back against him. She moved her hands back to both sides of him and pressed her palms flat against the bed, looking at Jack. She smiled at him as she watched him holding his hard cock, and spread her legs wide, placing her feet on the bed and bending her knees. Jack almost shot his load as his big sister spread her legs wide, exposing her pink pussy so vulnerably. He let go of his hard dick and had to take a breath to calm himself down, her bare womanhood looking so delicious he was worried he would cum just from watching. He licked his lips hungrily as he moved closer, a hint of her flavor still on them, and got in place between her spread legs. He let out a gentle moan as he pressed his shaft to her scorching vulva, along her labia and against her pubic mound. He flicked her protruding clit with the head of his dick, making her groan, then placed his throbbing manhood to her steaming hole and shoved himself into her with a single powerful thrust, his sister screaming out in animalistic pleasure. Presley took a deep breath as her brothers filled her once more, double stuffing her holes with their big hard cocks. They started moving almost immediately, Jack first and quickly followed by Zach. She let out a moan as she looked up at Jack, on his knees between her legs, as he thrust himself into her. He grabbed her legs, just under the thighs and pulled them up, spreading them wider as he pushed them towards her body, her feet in the air as she leaned back on Zach. She whimpered and looked at her younger brother as he entered her pussy with primal lust. He started plunging himself into her with long powerful strokes, pushing his shaft as deep as he could into her cunt. He pressed his body into hers from above as he fucked her, while her older brother did the same from below. She was on top of Zach, her lower back on his stomach as he moved his large cock in and out of her ass. "Oh my god yes!" Presley called out as Jack started pummeling her pussy even harder. He grunted as he shoved himself into her, plunging his cock deep inside her slick folds. A second later Zach moved his legs, spreading them to both sides of Jack and planting his feet on the bed. He bent his knees, moved his hands to Presley's thighs, above where Jack's hands were, and started pounding her ass. "Fuck!" Zach moaned, as he propelled his shaft into his little sister's asshole repeatedly. His younger brother was pounding away at her pussy, and Zach could feel every thrust, making her impossibly tight backdoor even tighter. "Mmm!" Jack moaned between clenched teeth as he continued entering his big sister's pussy with full force. He lost his balance when Zach shifted, making him lose his momentum, but was quick to get it back, pushing Presley's legs up a little more as he feverishly pounded his sister's forbidden hole. "Oh my god! Oh fuck! Ugh god!" Presley kept moaning and calling out in sharp high-pitched tones as her brothers destroyed her so good. Her older brother was breaching her asshole forcefully, while her younger brother abused her pussy, the feeling of their hard cocks sliding bare along her ass and pussy, stretching along every forbidden inch of her naked body so disgustingly amazing. It was so wrong and nasty, her two brothers using her vagina, her butt, her naked body all for their perverse pleasure, yet Presley was loving every bit of it. Jack watched his sister's tits bounce as he fucked her hot pussy with endless pleasure. Her eyes met his and were dazed with overwhelming sexual pleasure. He moved his gaze down her naked body, stopping at her exposed pussy and watched it, her full lips parted as he penetrated her flower. He let out a loud moan at the taboo pleasure, and pushed forward with another powerful thrust, slapping his body against her vulva as he breached it, making Presley call out in pleasure again. It was an amazing feeling, fucking his sister so hard with his older brother doing the same to her ass, but he felt he would not last much longer. He looked down at her pussy, bright pink, her clit poking at the top of her parted lips. He tightened his grasp on her thighs, her entire body on fire, and penetrated her amazing cunt with the last of his stamina. "Ugh!" Jack called out as pleasure engulfed his young body. He locked eyes with Presley and smirked as his body was taken by his orgasm. "Oh my god!" he almost sobbed, closing his eyes as his body exploded with pleasure. He erupted inside his big sister's twat with a loud primal grunt, his cock sending electrifying waves of pleasure through his body as his sperm shot out of his penis and into his sister's tight vagina. It twitched with every spurt, making Jack moan and sending more excruciating waves of pleasure through him. Jack's orgasm flowed through him with great force before slowly fading away. His dick twitched inside Presley's box, draining his balls inside her and leaving Jack exhausted. He managed a final plunge into her alluring womanhood before pulling his dick out and crashing on the bed. Presley could feel her baby brother's warm batter inside her after he pulled out. Zach slowed down while his brother came, and with only his dick in her ass, she suddenly felt empty. She took a deep breath, looking down at Jack, but quickly became alert as her older brother picked up the pace. Zach closed Presley's legs and pulled them into her as he shoved his dick into her ass. Her naked body was folded in half, leaning back against his chest. Presley groaned, a deep raw almost animalistic sound, as her brother pushed his cock as deep as he could into her behind. He then rolled her over to her side, placed his hand on her waist tenderly, and moaned as he continued to sodomize her. "Ugh!" Zach grunted as he pushed himself into his sister's ass from behind, slowing down and switching to long deep strokes. He slid his hand up her body, cupped her gorgeous breasts, then pinched her right nipple hard. Presley squealed with pain and pleasure, then watched his hand glide down her naked body and cup her pussy. "Oh fuck!" Presley squeaked as her big brother placed his fingers on her clit and started rubbing it while moving his hard cock in and out of her rosebud. He used his fingertips to stimulate her clit, and quickly returned to pounding her butt. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Zach groaned as he pushed himself into his sister's tushy with echoing slaps of their naked bodies. He slid his hand from her pussy to her hips and gripped her as he hammered his dick into his little sis. "Don't cum, I'm almost there!" Presley begged as she slid her own hand between her legs and took over, rubbing her pussy madly. Her brother groaned as he tried to keep himself from going off, still fucking her ass fast and hard. "Ugh fuck!" Zach groaned as he tried to keep himself from finishing. He managed to hold on a few more seconds, his sister's moaning doing little to help. "Uh…uh…uh, yes, oh god, fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Presley called out as she reached her coveted climax, her body catching on fire. A second later Zach grunted behind her as he stopped resisting, his own orgasm hitting him with full force. Brother and sister groaned and moaned as raw sexual pleasure surged through their merging bodies. Zach dug his fingers into Presley's hips and shoved his dick up her butt as a first load of sperm shot out. Presley felt her brother's cock beginning to squirt in her ass and clawed at the covers as her naked body began to tremble. "Oh my fucking good!" Presley screamed, practically sobbing as her brother shot another load of his spunk deep inside, her body shivering with pure ecstasy. Another electrifying wave of pleasure ran through Zach as he ejaculated inside his sister's bum. He pressed his body to hers and continued pushing himself into her slowly, his cock spewing his incestuous cum into her backdoor as she moaned and groaned like an animal. Her body trembled with pleasure against her brother's as he used the last of his strength for a few final strokes before he stopped moving. Presley's naked body kept convulsing with agonizing pleasure even after her older brother finished draining his cock in her tushy. He pushed his shaft into her ass and held her tightly as her orgasm continued flowing through her body. She trembled against his strong body, her own body sensitive and raw to the touch. He was still deep inside her as the last of her orgasm faded away, sending a few more jolts of pleasure through her. Jack watched his older brother and sister with awe as they lay on the bed motionless; their naked bodies pressed tightly together. He moved to the edge of the bed after pulling out of his sister and watched aroused as they came down from their orgasm. Jack had his hand on his soft cock, touching it as he watched his older sister panting while she recovered from another intense orgasm. A faint beeping sound was heard from the next room, followed by the sound of a door swinging open. A few hushed footsteps followed, then stopped. The door connecting the girls' room to the boys', wasn't shut all the way, and was open just a crack. "You guys here?" A female voice was heard just as the door slowly opened. Jack looked up alarmed and watched the door opening wide before Molly passed through. She froze, standing at the doorway in her bikini and looked at them. All three of them were laying on the bed next to each other, naked and exhausted. He looked over at Zach and Presley, but they were just starring at her blankly. "Oh my god, did you just…have sex?" Molly asked shocked. "Uh hu." Presley said nodding shyly and slowly sat up on the bed, her older brother's limp penis slipping out of her. "All three of you?" Molly asked incredulous, her eyes darting from her brothers' limp cocks, to Presley's sweaty naked body, and down at the cum soaked sheets. "Yeah," Presley said with a shy little grin "I had them fuck me at the same." Presley added shamelessly. "You what?" Molly asked amazed, her eyes going wide. "I had our brothers double team me." Presley continued with a devilish grin. "Zach fucked my pussy while Jack fucked my butt, then they switched." Presley said then paused, amused by the look on Molly's face. "Oh god Molly, you wouldn't believe how hard I came." Presley added lightly, still looking dazed from the sexual ordeal. Molly stared at her sister, then looked over at her two brothers, not sure what to say. "I can't believe you went along with this." Molly said looking at Zach as he guiltily climbed off the bed. "It was her idea." Zach tried to justify himself as he grabbed his boxers and slipped them on. "And you just couldn't resist sticking your cock in your little sister's butt, could you?" She spat, venom dripping from her voice as she shook her head. "What's your problem?" Zach asked annoyed, "if I recall correctly, you didn't object when it was you with Presley and me a few years back." Molly knew he was right. She didn’t know why her brothers and sister having a threesome upset her. Maybe it was because they did it without her, and she suddenly realized how horny she was. "It was a long time ago." Was all she managed to mumble, the anger gone, and gave her naked brothers another look. "Anyway, mom wanted me to tell you that dinner is at six and if you're hungry before you can get some snacks at the bar." Molly added then turned around and walked back to her room, closing the door behind her. Presley, Jack and Zach looked at each unsure. Zach looked at Presley, shrugged, then followed Molly to her room. "Are you okay?" Zach asked his twin sister who was sitting on the bed pouting. "Yeah, sorry about that. It was weird seeing you all like that." She said genuinely and smiled at her brother apologetically. "Yeah, I get it." Zach said sympathetically and took a seat on the bed next to her in just his boxer. "So, how was anal sex with our little sister?" Molly asked sweetly, only hearing how it sounded after the words came out of her mouth. They stared at each other and started laughing. "It was pretty hot." Zach said lightly and looked into his sister's eyes. "I remember you wanted to try that with me when we first started fooling around, but I never let you." She said with a look of nostalgia in her eyes. "Did you ever…try it after?" Zach asked. "I had a few guys who wanted to, but no." Molly admitted. "Did Presley enjoy it?" she asked. "Yes, a lot. Well, she said it hurts a little at the beginning, but we started out slow and she says it feels amazing after she gets used to it." Zach answered. Molly looked at him ponderingly and bit her lip at she thought, feeling suddenly very aroused by their words and the fact that her hot twin brother was sitting next to her in just his boxers. "Do you think I will like it?" she asked her brother nervously, giving him an intense stare. "I don't know, probably." Zach answered, a little lost for words. "You want to maybe sneak off later and fool around? Maybe you could even help me try to see if I like it?" Molly asked shyly. "Seriously?" Zach asked, barely believing his own ears and looked at Molly as she shrugged innocently. "Hell yeah!" he said and watched her face brighten up before she started laughing at his eagerness. "I'm not sure I'll want you to, you know…put it in my butt, but we can definitely have a little fun." Molly said cheerfully and got to her feet. "What do you think?" she asked with a smile on her face. "Sounds good to me." Zach said, starring at her bikini clad body. "Good!" Molly said happily. "Now I was going to hit the gym before I walked in on you guys. Want to join?" she asked her brother as she undid her bikini top. "Sure, that's exactly what I was going to do before I got sucked into Jack and Presley's…playtime." He said, looking at his sister as she removed her top, exposing her perky breasts. She threw the top on the bed and as her brother watched, slid out of her bottoms, exposing her gorgeous vulva. "Stop staring at you naked sister you perv." Molly said teasingly as she got up, flaunting her naked body. "Go change already." She said laughing before turning around and leaning down to her bag. Zach watched her tight little ass displayed so provocatively, then smacked it playfully, making Molly jump and laugh again. Zach gave his twins sister's naked body a final glance then turned to his room, his mind wandering with very inappropriate thoughts. This vacation just keeps getting better Zach thought to himself as he opened the door to his room, only to find Presley and Jack at it again. They were both moaning with Presley on top, her back to Zach as she rode Jack's hard dick. Zach shook his head in amused disbelief as he grabbed his clothes and ducked back into Molly's room. He gave his younger siblings a final glance, then closed the door behind, leaving them to their incestuous fucking.

Something with my Sister Deb It was an afternoon in July, I was about three months short of my seventeenth birthday. I was practicing one on one basket¬ball with my sister Debbie, who would be sixteen in September. Debbie is going into grade ten, while I am going into grade eleven at our school. Debbie is on the basketball team, and I was show¬ing her a couple of moves. This one was to dribble up to the opponent, then pivot, while lowering a shoulder, and then dribble around them, using the shoulder to block them away from the ball. Debbie dribbled up, and made the move, and went around me and made her lay-up. I took the ball, and we did it again. "Now, get the shoulder down low," I said, as I dribbled by. I did not shoot, just tossed her the ball. She did it again, and did it well, shooting a basket. "That's enough," I said. I grabbed a water bottle and had a quick drink. I noticed the top was loose, but did not mention it to Deb. She came over and said, "I think that move will help me this year. I can't see many girls being able to defend that." She tilted up the water bottle, and before I could say anything the top came loose, and soaked the front of her tee-shirt. The water made the tee-shirt transparent, and the tits that I had noticed bouncing while we played, I could now see quite plainly. I had guessed that she did not have a bra on while we were playing, and the sight confirmed that fact. I remember thinking, 'Puffies.' I expected Deb to turn away, but she just took the other water bottle and stood there, and took a drink, letting me check out her chest. I think she even pushed it out some, as she tilted her head back to drink. I just had a real good look. Her tits were not overly big, but jutted out nicely, and as I said, had those nice puffy nipples. It seemed like a little while, when she said "Finished staring?" I blushed a bit, and quickly looked away. Deb just laughed lightly. In the house, I showered while Deb made us sandwiches. She was about done eating when I arrived in the kitchen. She headed for the shower, and I ate my lunch, and hit the living room sofa, figuring on watching some of the ball game. A bit later Deb came in. She was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts, and a hal¬ter top. Rather than sit in one of the easy chairs, she slid on the end of the sofa, making me move my legs up. She was quiet for a bit, then placing one hand on my knee, she asked "So, did you like looking at me?" She definitely caught me off guard with that. I looked at her, and could see she was serious. I nodded, as that was easier than saying something. She looked at me sweetly and said, "I was not trying to embarrass you. I just wanted to show you, show you that I want to be more open. I know that does not sound right, but what I am trying to say is, I want to be able to talk to you. About everything." I looked at her, I had no idea where she was coming from. Debbie and I had always been close. My Dad died when I was five. There had been an accident at the plant where he worked. Mom had never remarried, and while money was not short for the first few years, eventually living on a fixed income while costs went up, made her go to work. I had been wor¬king part-time since I was fourteen, and Debbie had just found a job at the pizza place. I guess my lack of an answer encouraged Deb to explain more, as she continued talking. "I want to be able to talk about sex with you. I can talk to you about everything else. Mom tries, but her view is just a bit old-fashioned." I nodded, and said, "I will help if I can, I am just not sure of our ground here." She just gave my knee a playful jab, and said, "I am just looking for someone to talk to." Then she looked at me and smiled a sweet, sexy smile and added, "for right now, anyway." I shrugged. I don't know if she took that as agreement, but she sud¬denly asked, "You have had sex with a girl, or girls, right?" I just rolled my eyes, and slowly nodded. "Girl or girls?" She asked. I again was reluctant to answer, then finally said, "Girls." She smiled and said, "Thought so. Anyone I know?" I looked down at the floor, not at her, and said, "What makes you think I am going to tell you that." She slapped my knee and said "Listen up, I said I need someone to talk to, I did not say I wanted to pull your teeth." We heard Mom's car pulling in the driveway, and I said a silent prayer. I needed some time to think. Deb must have read my mind, as she said, "Think about it, I really have no close friend, and I want to talk. Judy is a good friend, but I don't have a best friend as such. I just want you to be my best friend in this, like you have been for everything else." I nodded, and said, "I'll think about it." Mom had our Aunt Marie with her. My Mom was thirty-six years old. She had me when she was nineteen. I knew Aunt Marie was a couple of years younger. She was my Dad's sister. She had come around a lot, ever since Dad died, and I knew that over the years she had helped with money at times. I watched my ballgame after that, and after supper I had to drive Debbie over to her friend's place, where she was spending the night. Once in the car, Debbie quickly said, "So, did you think about it?" "Some," I said. "But not enough." "So, who have you done it with?" she asked. I looked at her, and said, "I said, I want to think about it some more, and I don't know if I will tell you that or not." She just looked down, and said, "O.K. Think about it. But in the mean time, I expect Judy is going to want to play tonight. I know she wants to have sex with me. What should I do?" I nearly drove up on the curb. I pulled over and said, "What?" Debbie just smiled sweetly and said, "You heard me, I know Judy wants to get it on with me." I shook my head and said, "So, what do you think?" She piped right up and said, "I don't think I am ready for that kind of serious stuff." I said to her, "Just tell Judy that, then. Tell her you are not ready. If she is your friend, she should understand." Deb nodded and said, "There is not time now, but I will tell you everything. I hope maybe you will do the same." I pulled back out in traffic, and we were soon at Judy's. When we got there, I said, "If you get uncomfortable, call. I can always come and get you." She smiled and said, "Oh, I think I can handle it. I may even play a bit, I just don't want to do it all." She was laughing as she got out of the car. I just shook my head. Driving home, a thought suddenly hit me. Mom. I suddenly was ten years old, and going to the bathroom during the night. I heard a noise, and looked down stairs. I saw Mom on her knees, and she was lifting up Aunt Marie's dress. I don't know why that popped into my head, but it did. As I drove home, my mind was racing. The time I waited for Aunt Marie to finish in the bathroom, so I could use it, only to discover half an hour later, that she was not in there. Where was she? Suddenly little bits and pieces made sense. Mom and Aunt Marie, all these years. I did not feel bad about it - if anything, I was happy for them. When I got home, Mom was watching TV with my Aunt. I smiled to myself. Mom said to me, "Your Aunt is going to spend the night, she can use Debbie's room." I nodded as I smiled inwardly. That had occurred lots of times in the past. I spent the night watching TV in my room, and thinking. It was about eleven and I washed up, planning on hitting the sack. I went down and as I arrived in the Living room, Aunt Marie got up, and went to wash. I went over and gave Mom a small kiss, and softly said, "Mom, she does not have to sleep in Deb's room. I know, and I am O.K. with it all." If I ever had any doubts, they were dispelled by the look on my Mom's face. It certainly left her speechless. I went on upstairs. I slept good. I do recall a little dream about two good-looking women in their thirties having a little party in a bedroom. I awoke the next morning, and went off to work. I took the car, and as I only had to work until one in the afternoon, I picked Debbie up when I got off work. Mom and my Aunt were going shopping (flea-market Sunday), so I said to Deb, "I'll pay for bur¬gers, interested?" "Sure," she said. We went to the drive-through, then parked and ate. Once we were home, I hit the shower, and then the sofa. I was going to watch the ball game and maybe have a short nap. I had a game that night. Debbie soon came in, and came right over. She slid on the sofa, looking down at me. "So," she said. "We on or what?" I looked at her and said, "I guess we are on, but I can stop whenever I want." She seemed to think a bit, then said "O.K., but no chicken¬ing out. If you stop, it has to be for a good reason. And one other thing, unless one of us says different, everything we share is only between you and me. We tell no one." "Good idea," I said. She smiled and said, "So, who have you screwed?" I just looked at her and said, "I don't think I am ready to just jump into that." She stopped short and said, "Oh." Then she added, "I sup¬pose, you are going to make me go first." I replied, "Do you want to go first?" She did not really answer that, just said, "I will." With that, she said, "Let me lie down with you." I was a little doubtful about that, but she pushed me back some, and quickly lay down beside me. She had her back to me, and snuggled close. She then reached over and, taking my arm, pulled it around her, pressing my hand to her belly. She glanced back and said, "Comfortable?" I said, "I guess." She giggled, and said, "I want to feel close when we share stuff. It will make it easier." I think as a test, she let go of my hand, and I kept my arm around her. "So," she said. "Where to start. You know I have gone out with Billy a few time. We have necked some, and he has felt me up. I let him do that. I even let him under my blouse, and under my skirt, but not inside my bra or my pan¬ties. I have rubbed him, but only through his jeans. It felt good having him feel me up, but I was not ready for more." I remained quiet, so she continued. "I liked what we were doing, and yes, it turned me on, but, I don't like him like that. I want to do it with someone that is special to me. Billy just is not special. I mean we are friends, but I don't love him or anything like that. I don't mean I have to love someone first, but I want to at least care a lot more than I do for him." I just held her and let her ramble. "It's the same with Judy. I know she wants to get into some heavy stuff. I mean oral sex with each other and all that. I think she even has a vibra¬tor, I just am not ready for that. Then I think if I ever was to do that with another girl, then she would have to be a better friend. I would only do something like that, if I was best friends with her. Then that is only a maybe." I did not say anything "So, what do you think?" She asked, then giggled and said "I'm not boring you am I?" I laughed lightly and said, "No, you are not boring me. And I think you are handling everything very well right now." Then she asked, "When you screwed those girls, did you love them, like them, how did you feel about them?" The moment of truth had arrived. I quickly said "Before I answer that, did you and Judy do anything last night?" Debbie giggled and said, "Dirty boy." Then she giggled again, and said "We ended up playing with each other. I let her feel my tits, and rub my cunt. But I would not let her put her lips on me. I would not even let her kiss me, but yes, we did make each other cum with our fingers. I would not let her put her fingers in me though. But when she came, she wanted me to put my fingers inside her, so I did." She giggled again and said, "So is that what you want to hear, I had my fingers in her wet pussy." I laughed myself, and said, "You are enjoying this, aren't you?" She giggled and said, "Yes, I am, I just want you to get comfortable with this." I gave in and said, "Comfortable, how am I supposed to be comfortable?" She giggled and said, "So, you going to answer my ques¬tions?" I shrugged and said, "Go for it." She squirmed and turned around, and put her arm around my waist. My arm was still around her. She was intentionally keeping her hips away from mine. She bent her neck and leaned her head on my chest, looking down and not at me. "Sooooo." She let out a deep breath as she said it, then inhaled, equally deep. "How many girls you had?" she asked. "I don't keep count, but five or six," I said. "Wow," was her response. Then she asked "I know any of them?" "Yes, you know some of them," I said. She almost shivered against me. The she whispered, "For now, just tell me one name that I know." I hesitated, and she urged me on with a "Please." "Sherry Barron," I said. "Fuck," she said. "What?" I asked. "I could have guessed that," she said to me. She then giggled and said, "I'll save the rest, so tell me, did you love any of these girls?" "No," I said, "but then again, I did and do like them all. I consider them all friends. There are only a couple of them that I really did not know very well, and I have not followed up with them." "One night stands?" she asked. "Yes, one was, not a one night stand, just at a party. I had just met her that night," I told her. She paused and said, "Maybe you had better explain that." I took a deep breath and said, "It was after a ball game, you know, during the summer I play for the plant. Some of those guys are in their twenties. Anyway, one weekend there was a big party, and I went. To make a long story short, one of the guys' girl¬friends had brought her sister. She was alone, so we hung out at the party. There was drinking and even a little dope." She started to turn here, but I held her and said, "I don't do dope, but some of them were. There was also lots of booze. I had a beer, but do not drink as a rule. Anyway, she was older, probably nineteen or so. She was single and I was there single, so we danced. She was doing some weed, but did not bug me to." I paused, and I could feel Debbie holding her breath waiting. I waited some more. Debbie nudged me with her elbow. "Go on." I said, "I was waiting for you to breathe." She laughed softly, and said "Just get on with it." "So, the party was getting a bit wild. People were necking and there was a lot of feeling going on. Cindy, that was her name, and I were dancing a lot. On slow dances, she just wrapped her¬self around me." I went on with my story. I took a breath and said, "I noticed some couples slipping upstairs, and some others were feeling each other up right out in the open. Cindy just led me upstairs, She did not say anything, just right up the stairs, and into an empty bedroom. So we did it. I mean she was nice, and she wanted it, and seeing all the touching and feeling going on, cer¬tainly had me in the mood." Debbie took a couple of deep breaths, so I said, "If you are having trouble breathing, we can stop." I was laughing softly as I got it all said. Debbie just laughed and said, "You just go right on now, don't be worrying about me." I laughed again, and said, "You asked for it." I went on with my story. "I knew Cindy had definitely climaxed during, you know, us doing it. But once we got back downstairs, it was like she did not get enough. I think that it's the drugs and booze. She had just pulled her skirt back on and her tank top. No underwear. Anyway, soon she was dancing with another girl, and they were feeling each other up. The other girl had her hand under Cindy's skirt, and I knew she was bare under there. They were just getting onto the sofa, when a couple of guys got in a fight in the other room. I looked back at Cindy, and she and this other girl were just starting what looked like a sixty nine, when Tommy Carson grabbed me. I had gone with Tommy and his girlfriend. Tommy wanted to leave before any more fights broke out, so we left, before I had a good look at the two girls going at it." Debbie, was breathing now, faster than normal. "Wow, that was better than I expected," she said. She suddenly rolled off the sofa, and looking at me, with a flush on her cheeks said, "I need a drink. Want a Pepsi?" I nodded. She disappeared, and was soon back and handed me a Pepsi, and put hers on the end table. "Need a leak," she said. She was gone about five minutes. When she came back. she had obviously washed her face. She took a drink and sat down across from me in one of the easy chairs. Even now she was still a little flushed. She smiled a funny smile and said, "That story was hot." It suddenly dawned on me. I slapped my forehead with my hand and said, "You!" She blushed, and I knew I had her busted. "You played with yourself," I said, a little louder than normal. She blushed again, and nodded. The talk had made me horny too, and I had a hard-on that would not quit. Truthfully, what she did is what I wanted to do. I was pressed over a bit, into the sofa, trying to hide my hard-on. "Our talking, I got so horny, I was so wet." She was trying to apologize and explain at the same time. She stopped then and said, "Christ, I'm stupid." She was looking down at where my hips were pressed into the sofa. "I'm sorry," she said. I just looked at her. Her face was still flushed a bit. She then whispered so softly, I could barely make her out. "If you want, I'll help." "What?!" I exclaimed. Her eyes were smoky and she whispered a little louder and plainer. "I want to see it." I just closed my eyes and shook my head. Then she said, "I have never seen one. I felt Billy's, but that was through his jeans. It was not real big either." I only had a pair of loose shorts on. I slowly turned over on my back and let my hard cock tent my shorts. "Oh, my," she whispered. I went to get up, but she quickly rose and met me, wrapping her arms around me. "Please, I want to see it. I caused it, let me help. We don't have to do much." Her voice was coaxing. My resolve was slip¬ping, I was so horny. She very gently pushed me back to the sofa, but she would not let me sit down. She reached for my shorts. My mind screamed, 'Stop her,' but my hard cock screamed back, I don't know what it screamed, but my cock won. Debbie pushed my shorts down, and as she did, my cock bounced up. She gave a nervous little laugh at that. My cock was sticking straight up in the air. Debbie did not take her eyes off my cock. She very slowly reached out, and very slowly and gently took hold of my cock. As she touched it, I moaned, but not loud enough to drown out her moan. She slowly stroked my cock. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and whispered, "It's so big, it's so hot, it's so smooth, it's so hard, it's beautiful." She was stroking me a little faster. She whispered in a low, sexy voice, "Cum for me. I want to see that also." I knew she would see it soon. Her hand felt cool when she first touched me, but now her little hand jerking me was hot to the touch. I watched as her hand held me, stroked me, and then jerked me faster. Deb¬bie wears rings on all her fingers and her thumb on her right hand, and I noticed them all as she jerked my hard cock. "Deb, I'm so close." I was holding back, and wanted to warn her. I really don't think she knew what to do. So she just aimed it at her chest, and jerked me hard and fast. I quickly came, shooting cum all over her tee-shirt. She just smiled as I came, and aimed me right at her tits. Her tee-shirt was soaked, and she looked at it, then up at me. Her eyes were shining brightly. She smiled and said, "Awesome." She continued to softly stroke my cock, as it slowly began to soften. A little cum dribbled down and onto her hand. She had cum on a couple of those neat looking rings. She was fascinated as my cock slowly wilted in her hand. She looked at me again, and said, "That is so neat, I want to hold it some time and feel it grow also." I reached down and pulled her up to me. I hugged her close. I knew then, that she would get that wish. The next week or so went by quickly. Mom seemed happy, but it had been quite awhile since I had seen Aunt Marie. Debbie was busy with a basketball camp, so I did not even see much of her. The following week was more of the same. Debbie was wor¬king at a basketball camp now, instructing younger players. She was still working at the pizza place, so did not have much time. The week of my birthday, my Mom said to me, "Since your birth¬day is on Friday, if you want a little party, it is O.K. with me." I just nodded and said, "Actually, I really don't want a party, I have never felt real comfortable with people making a fuss over me. I guess just a nice supper, maybe a cake, if you have time, and maybe just the four of us." Mom nodded and said, "I can get off early, and make a cake, and … and …" She looked at me and said "Four?" "I would like my Aunt to come," I said, smiling. Mom smiled and said "I will ask her." I smiled also and said, "Can I call her 'daddy,' just once?" Mom's mouth fell open and she just looked at me. She started to say something and then stopped. Finally she said, "You just call her Aunt Marie for now. You hear me?" I said, "Yes, Mother." That night Mom and Debbie were watching TV. I got home from my ball game, and sprawled on the sofa. Mom was in her favorite chair, and Debbie was leaning back in one of the lazy-boys. Mom spoke up and said, "I asked Marie, and she said she could make it. She thanks you for thinking of her." Debbie said, "Time she stopped hiding." Mom looked at her and said, "That's enough, you. Let's just give her some time." Debbie smiled sweetly and said, "I just meant that I have missed her." "Me, too," I said. That seemed to calm everyone down. Later Mom went to the kitchen and Debbie looked at me. She winked and said, "Haven't seen much of you lately." I just shrugged. So she said, "Miss me?" I nodded and said, "Yes, I have missed seeing you." As I said that, she lifted one leg. Her skirt was short enough that when she lifted the leg, it lifted the whole skirt, and I had a great beaver shot of her naked crotch. "You have missed seeing me?" she asked in a soft, teasing voice. I just looked at her crotch, and said, "Yes, very much." She giggled, and said, "Want to see more of me?" I looked at her again, and whispered "You are bad." She smiled and said, "Love it, though." She suddenly lowered her leg, and smoothed her skirt. Mom soon reappeared. When I went up to bed, Debbie followed me upstairs. She whispered. "If you had a skirt on, I would sneak a peek at you." I stopped at the top of the stairs, and she bumped into me. She pressed against me. She whispered "I want you to eat me again. I need it, I have been thinking about it, and know I have waited too long to have you do it again." I looked back over my shoulder at her. She stayed pressed up against my back. She whispered "In the morning. I have the day off, and I know you do, too. Once Mom has gone to work, I want some." She then gave me a little push and said, "Come on get moving." I laughed at her. I had some nice dreams that night. The morning was bright and sunny. I was up before Mom left. She said, "If you go to the beach, remember I am off early. Marie is coming over about five, so dinner will be right about then." "Sounds good," I said. "And listen," she said. "Remember and remind Debbie, to just act normal around Marie." I just nodded. Mom left, so I hit the shower. I was downstairs again, having some breakfast when I heard the shower. I was finished eating and just relaxing, when Debbie appeared. She had dolled herself up some. She had put on some lip¬stick and done her face up some. She had her hair piled up on her head, and had on a short skirt and just a halter top. Her flat stom¬ach was uncovered and she was barefoot. She just said, "Happy birthday." I smiled and said, "Thanks." She made herself a couple pieces of toast, and got a glass of juice. She smiled and moved the kitchen stool over by the counter. I was still sitting at the table, and she made sure the stool was positioned so when she sat up on it, she was facing me. She took a bite of her toast, and opened her legs. The stool had her at my eye level, and as she opened her legs, she made sure her ass was right on the edge of the stool. She did have on panties, but they were white and very thin. I could make out the curves of her mound, and even detect the slit of her cunt. She took a big bite, and said as she chewed, "I'm hungry, how about you?" I just looked at her. She was looking at my face, her mouth was smiling, and her eyes were smiling also. She took another bite, and said "So, cat got you tongue?" I smiled at her and then just said, "No." I did not say anything else, I was more interested in what she was saying. She took a bite, then followed that with a drink. She smiled sweetly and said "If a cat does not have your tongue, I know a pussy that wants it." I smiled and said, "Does that pussy want it real bad?" She looked at me and smiled broadly. She then lowered her voice some and said, "Yes, the pussy wants it real, real bad." She had her legs wife open now, and I said, "It looks like it needs a good licking." She gobbled her second piece of toast, and said, "Oh, it does, it does." Her toast was gone, and she took a big drink and kind of swished it in her mouth, then swallowed. She finished her drink, then slowly slid off the stool, letting her skirt pull up to her waist. She just sort of leaned against the stool, with her bottom showing and asked, "Your room or mine?" "Whichever you prefer," I said. She just reached for my hand, and then led me up the stairs. She did not say a word. Her skirt had fallen back into place. She led me into my bedroom. She released my hand, and turned and asked, "Naked?" I said, "Okay." She dropped the skirt and slid her panties down and stepped out of them, then she pulled off the halter top. She stood before me naked. Her puffy nipples were hard, and pointing at me. She smiled and said, "Hurry up," and motioned to my shorts. I looked at her, and she said, "You, too." I did not say anything, just took my tee-shirt off then pushed my shorts down. My cock, which was hard, lifted to attention, standing out proudly. Debbie stared at it, and said, "All this time I have been flashing you, I have missed seeing your cock." She took my hand and pulled me towards her, but she stepped aside, and gently pushed me down on the bed. I lay there, with my legs hanging over the end of the bed. She walked around to the side of the bed, and got on, asking, "Ready?" "Ready," I said. She moved closer, and lifted a leg, and straddled my head. She was facing down, and slowly, very slowly lowered her cunt to my face. As her cunt neared my mouth, I could see her juice, coating her pussy-lips with a fine dew. Just before she lowered herself completely, a drop appeared, then slowly started to dangle from her cunt-lips. I grabbed her hips and held her there. Slowly the drop lowered. I kept my lips closed, and let the drop land on my lips. It was hot to the touch, and the sweet¬ness of it made me lick my lips. Once, twice I licked my lips, tasting her on me. Then I slowly pulled her down, and licked the length of her slit. Debbie moaned loudly, and then she surprised me. She laid down on me, and saying, "Happy birthday," she sucked the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. As she took me into her mouth, she squirmed her cunt on my face. I tightened my grip to hold her steady, and I devoured her hot, wet pussy. I sucked her cunt-lips into my mouth, then released them and shoved my tongue as deep into her pussy-hole as I could get it. I repeated this a few times. Suck her lips, then tongue her hole. I could feel her trying to buck, but held her cunt to me, keeping her hips steady. In the meantime, Debbie was sucking me like a pro. For someone sucking a cock for the first time, she was doing great. She was a wet sucker, as she slobbered a lot as she sucked. She was also doing a lot of moaning around my cock as I sucked her sweet cunt. As she was up above me, her sweet little pussy was practically dripping into my mouth. She was trying to hump my face, but I held her steady. I slowly lifted her a bit, and let my tongue slide up her slit. I neared her clit, and she tried to press her hips down so I would make contact with it. I let her move, and she pushed her clit onto my tongue. As soon as my tongue made contact with her clit, she moaned loudly, then it felt like she was trying to swallow my cock. I licked her clit with the flat of my tongue, pressing hard on it. Her hips bucked in my hands, and she sucked me harder and faster. I knew she was close, but then so was I. I wanted to warn her, so I pushed her up, and said "Deb, you better stop. I'm close." She just rammed her hips back down and forced her clit back onto my tongue. I licked at her hard and fast, then suddenly opened my mouth and tried to suck her little marble into my mouth, and I licked it hard. I swear she growled, and then she came. Her hips quivered in my hands, and she juiced all over my face. Her hips were squirming her cunt on my mouth, and finally I held her steady, and went after her pussy-hole. Her hole was soaked with her cream, and I sucked at it to get all I could. I just got a mouth¬ful, when I felt my come start. It raced up my shaft. I tried to pull back, but the bed stopped me, and her sucking mouth followed me. I felt the first spurt, then another and another. Debbie was sucking me like she could not get enough. I did not hear any gag¬ging, so I assumed she was swallowing. It felt like she was, as my cock felt like it was being swallowed. I finished coming, and she must have felt it end, because she let up, and just kind of nursed on the end of my cock. As she did this I was nursing at her cunt-hole. I sucked up all her juice, and would gently pull first one cunt lip then the other into my mouth. I gently kissed her cunt, as she slowly came down from her climax. Finally she relaxed and just lay on me. My cock slipped out of her mouth, and she just nuzzled it as she lay on me. She lay there for a bit, then slowly, rolled off me. Once she was off, she quickly turned around, and lay down beside me. I kissed her softly on the mouth with my juice-wet lips. She moaned and kissed me back. She hardly even broke the kiss, just sort of let up some, but our lips still touched and she managed to whisper, "I loved that." She ran her tongue over my lips, then whispered, "Did I do it right?" I kissed her, then said, "You were perfect." She pulled away, and looked at me. She was almost laughing as she said, "I knew your birthday was coming. I decided I wanted to give you a blow-job. I even practiced on bananas." She looked at me and her eyes were dancing with glee. She then said, "Turned out to be as much a present for me as it was for you." I pulled her back down and hugged her tightly. She laid her head on my chest. She kissed my chest lightly and said, "I loved doing you." I squeezed her tight. She then said, "Like you said you would eat me anytime, I'll blow you anytime you want." I just held her. It was not long before she stirred. She whispered, "Just thin¬king about it, is keeping me real horny. Want to do me again?" I did not even answer, I just moved around, and positioned her on her back. I opened her legs wide, and went back after her cunt with my mouth. As I started licking, I thought to myself, 'You are going to beg me to stop.' I pushed her legs up to her chest, expo¬sing her whole crotch to me, and I went to work. She was still wet, and I cleaned this up first, then licked her from her little asshole to her swollen clit. She was soon bucking on my mouth. I lightly chewed on her cunt-lips, and tongued her pussy-hole, lapping up her sweet cunt-juice as it leaked from her. I knew she was horny, so I did not wait too long, until I hit her clit. On the first contact, she moaned and starting cumming. Her ass lifted, and she tried to straighten her legs. I just pushed them back to her tits, and feasted on her upraised cunt. Again she juiced heavily as she came. Once she was down, I just nuzzled her cunt, and kissed it softly. She just moaned. I gradually let her legs down some. I moved down some, and tickled her with my tongue on the sensitive spot between her pussy and her asshole. It was not long when I felt her begin to move a bit, and I went back to her cunt-hole. I tongued her, and got more juice from her. Slowly I moved back to her clit. I sucked her little marble and licked it all over. She was beginning to buck, and I knew she would cum again. She reached down and entwined her hands in my hair, and pressed my head close to her. She was pushing my face to her cunt. She gasped "I'm going to cum again. Oh, fuck, close, close, oh, cumming, cumming!" Again her cunt juiced all over my face. As she came, I went down to her pussy-hole and gently fucked her with my tongue. She just held my head tightly, and moaned as I tongue-fucked her through her cum. I continued to nuzzle her down there, and was about ready to start again, when she pushed me away. "No more," she said. I got up, and looking down at her I smiled and said, "Had enough for now?" She smiled and whispered, "For now." "We hitting the beach?" I asked. She nodded and said, "After I rest a bit." Rest? She slept for an hour and a half. That afternoon on the beach, she had another nap. It was getting close to three in the afternoon when she woke up. "Did I wear you out this morning?" I asked. She just smiled and said, "I'm just resting up. But when I close my eyes and remember, I just want to keep my eyes closed." I laughed softly and said, "Sometimes, I want to do that, and see just how many times you can cum." She smiled and said. "O.K., but not today." She was quiet, then said, "I guess you know, I came three times this morning. I never came more than once before." I laughed and said "Maybe I should just call you my cum bunny with the honey pot." She laughed and said, "Yes, I want to be your cum bunny." Today, as the other day, she waited until I was gathering things up. She was still laying down, and she just opened her legs and pulled her bikini crotch to one side. "Does it look well licked? It sure feels like it." She giggled as she said it. She quickly covered up. The End

Well, here's my personal story....... Ever since I can remember I've had an unusually large clitoris. My clit is about 1 and a half inches long when not excited but when aroused it can be as large as 2 and a half inches in length. It can actually rub against my underwear when walking around. I used to be very insecure about it. When I get really turned on, my little pink rosebud gets really swollen and thrusts itself out past my clitoral hood, until the whole thing is sticking out nearly two inches from my body, just begging to be stroked. When I have an orgasm my clit actually comes out of its hood and twitches involuntarily. It is great for masturbation, but was very embarrassing the first time I was with a man. My husband almost freaked out the first time he saw it when we petted while dating. He said that at first he thought I had a small penis and called it my ‘obscene organ of brute pleasure’ and said that most men would find my clit ‘obscene and gross’. As I was technically a virgin when we married with very little experience with men I accepted his opinion as fact. Now that I am older and wiser, I realise that it was to hide his own insecurity about being poorly endowed. I remember on our honeymoon when I first caught a glimpse of his flaccid uncircumcised penis when he was changing out of his Speedo’s after swimming in cold water and being surprised that I couldn’t see it. Where I expected his penis and balls to be was a dark puckered shrunken piece of skin. I remember feeling a little cheated that he was so poorly endowed. As a nurse I specifically recalled looking after a well-endowed one year-old Sudanese infant who literally had a longer penis than my husband’s shrivelled cock. I then realised why he never let me see or play with his manhood before we married but always took the initiative and went down on me with his fingers and tongue and always with the lights dimmed or in the dark. The first time I showed my ‘obscene organ of brute pleasure’ to somebody else was by accident, when my roommate Amy accidentally walked in on me masturbating. At the time, I shared a room with her in the nurses’ quarters. She apologized and immediately left the room, and later when she apologized again, she added that she couldn't help noticing that I had a really big clit. Did it feel any different, she wondered? Was it more sensitive, and could I have a better orgasm? I had to admit I didn't know, because I had never had the opportunity to compare it to other girl's clits, but it was extremely sensitive and regularly provided me with intense leg-shaking orgasms. My roommate's curiosity was insatiable, and finally she asked me if she could see it again, just for a minute? Well, I was a bit hesitant, being as it was my first time, but when she offered to show me her clit, "just to be fair," how could I resist? I did make her go first, however, and watched as she pulled down her panties to reveal a neatly-trimmed bushy triangle, a tight little slit and a clit tightly shrouded within her clitoral hood. “Let me see if I can tease it out”, she said, and I watched in fascination as she licked her middle finger and then began to lightly rub it up and down on her clit. After a minute or so, it shyly emerged and I was treated to the sight of my first clit (other than my own). It was so small and delicate, and sort of came to a point at the end, instead of being a large rounded knob like my own. By now I was wet and my clit was poking hard against my underwear, straining to escape. I laid down on my bed and Amy reached over and slid my panties down and off. Once I was naked from the waist down she spread my legs open wide and immediately saw my engorged organ sticking out between my pussy lips. She said, "Yes, you really do have quite a large clitoris." My two inch-clit was sticking straight up, red and swollen. I was very sexually naïve having been educated at an all girl Catholic school and initially was very nervous with mixed feelings about letting her touch me that way. Part of me wanted desperately for Amy to touch it now that it was exposed, but as it turned out, I didn't need to. She reached over and put her fingers on it. Her first gentle tentative touch sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my body like an electric shock. "Oh yeah," she said, "you've got a real sensitive sweetie" and I lay back and she continued to caress my clit in a gentle teasing fashion until I almost came right there but managed to restrain myself. I closed my eye and groaned. She noticed. "Does that feel good?" "Oh yes," I found myself saying, dropping my head back a little. "It's so sensitive, please don't stop." Amy lay her head on my shoulder and began stroking my tingling clit. First she gently caressed it with her fingertips, while I twitched and shuddered with aching anticipation. Finally she stopped her teasing, and stroked it between her fingers. She began to run her tongue inside my ear, and I moaned loudly, I never had been so turned on. I turned her head and kissed her, sinking my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues danced, and she massaged my clit. I broke away from her to moan. I was so close to orgasm I could taste it. "God I'm gonna cum soon ohh!!!" I yelled. In response she took her hand off my organ, got down on the floor, sitting between my legs. She then leaned forward and took my stiff engorged organ of brute pleasure into her hot, wet mouth, and slowly began sucking it. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned, clutching her head tightly to my crotch. "Harder!" I began to involuntarily fuck her mouth, while she sucked harder and harder, and I finally I arched my back and screamed, "I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhhhh my Goohhhhd!!!!!!!!!!!" I nearly passed out with the intensity of my orgasm. I bucked wildly and flooded her face with my musky love juices, it was the best orgasm I had ever had up to that time. When I was finally done riding my climactic waves, I pulled her up and began to kiss her lovingly, tasting my love juices on her tongue. Shortly after this episode, Amy transferred to another hospital. We never did it again and I will always remember my first experience of oral sex and my only sexual encounter with another woman on that balmy afternoon many years ago. Amy seemed very experienced and I think she must have been a lesbian as she had expertly titillated my ‘obscene organ of brute pleasure’ to unforgettable ecstasy.

The following story is entirely fictional, however, though that may indeed be the case, you shouldn't believe I haven't enjoyed similar thoughts along similar lines. Though I don't apologise, I warn you now, it may be a little long for some of you...I hope not and for those who do take the time and trouble to read my efforts, I hope you find these thoughts, if not arousing, then at least an enjoyable read. As always, I will look forward to receiving your comments. All I ask, be they negative or positive, you do please at least keep them constructive. My name is Cathy, I'm fifty one years of age and thought I would write and tell you about the most wonderful sexual encounter I recently had. Having reached and surpassed the big "50" It may well be some of you guys consider someone of this age "past their sell by date" . I can assure you, speaking on behalf of women generally, this is rarely the case at all, while speaking from my own, individual standpoint, I have always taken whatever steps necessary to ensure my body remains both in good health and, I like to think, in good shape, taking regular exercise together with a healthy diet. Hence, if I say so myself I still have and still enjoy the ability to turn a guys head. I've have been married to Mike for just over twenty five years. We have three children, two daughters and one son, all of whom have since flown the nest. I suppose my tale indirectly concerns one of my daughters, the youngest, Tanya. She is twenty three and is married to Andy, who at thirty five is a good deal older than her. The two of them often visit usually together though it's not unusual for one or other to call round on their own. One such occasion happened a couple of weeks ago. It was just a few days after new year and Mike still had a few days before he was due to return back to work. We'd been out doing a spot of shopping during the day and having returned I'd cooked something to eat where, throughout the preparation and indeed, for the rest of that afternoon the two of us had consumed a fair bit to drink. At around six o'clock Andy had unexpectedly called round explaining my daughter was on a late duty that day and not wanting to stay in on his own, decided he'd call over for some company. Mike and I offered him a drink, topping our own glasses once more as we did. The rest of the evening was spent watching t.v.chatting and drinking until around nine o'clock, having consumed more than his fair share of alcohol that day, Mike fell asleep on the sofa leaving just Andy and myself to chat. Now I should tell you, the difference in age between Andy and my daughter is not so different to that between Andy and myself. What's more, if I'm honest, from the day we were first introduced I've always had quite a fancy for him. Not that I'd ever tried anything on with him, or for that matter, him with me, after all he was married to my daughter now. Anyway, be that as it may, as we chatted with one another, with Mike sound asleep on the sofa, I felt myself being drawn to him once more, partly, as I've explained, because I found him appealing anyway, but moreso because, though far from drunk, I'd consumed a good deal of alcohol and was most certainly a little merry. A short while later as Andy was pouring himself another beer, he spilt some of the drink down his shirt, getting it more than a little wet. I immediately suggested he remove so I could rinse it out and prevent a stain and having removed it, told him to go upstairs and grab one of Mike's to wear, an idea he was happy to agree to. As I went into the kitchen in order to rinse the stain out under the tap, he disappeared upstairs. I'd finished rinsing out the shirt and had looked in on Mike who was still fast asleep on the sofa, when Andy called out from upstairs wanting to know which shirt he should wear? I made my way upstairs and entering the bedroom saw him searching through the wardrobe. His back was towards me, still bared and for reasons I can't explain, just the sight of his toned, muscular body sent shivers running up and down my spine. To this day I don't really know what came over me but the sight of him stood there caused an irresistible urge to run my hands over his body. I stepped up behind him as he asked me again which shirt he could put on. Ignoring his question I ran my hands over his lower back, feeling his body tense as my fingers smoothed their way over his warm flesh, upwards towards his shoulders. "Hmmm! Why hide a hunky body like this with a shirt?" I replied. Again I felt his body tense, the cause I believed to be as much to do with my suggestive words as it was my fingers soothing over his shoulders. Even now, looking back I have no idea where I got the courage to do such a thing. The reality was, other than kisses on birthdays, Xmas and the New Year I'd never been sexual with him before. I can only put it down to the quantity of drink I'd consumed, that and the dormant desire of attraction I knew existed. In any event, while a part of me knew what I was doing was wrong, right then nothing else seemed important. I couldn't describe how good it felt running my hands over the warmth of his muscular body. For several moments Andy stood there in complete silence as my fingers gently rubbed and massaged their way over his shoulders. It felt so good, the heat of his body against my fingers and even now I remember having to firmly resist the very real temptation to lean close and kiss my way up and down his back. He was still tense, my fingers could sense that and I suspected it was going through his mind the sensible thing to do would be to put a stop to this once and for all. However, the truth was, for a long time now I'd suspected he'd had desires for me and I was almost certain it was these thoughts were causing him conflict, preventing him from simply stepping away. With me now caressing and stroking my fingers over his back and shoulders, the atmosphere in the room had changed. Instead of the light revelry which had existed doownstairs it was now thick with a sexual tension and as much as it was turning me on I knew, for the time being at least, I needed to lighten things. I slid my hands from his shoulders down to his waist. "Hmmm! How about I take this opportunity to see if you're ticklish?" I told him. With that I started to tease my fingers over his waist, tickling him. He reacted straight away, his body clearly sensitive to my touch. Spurred on, I increased my efforts and this time, laughing and wriggling beneath my attack he doubled up falling backwards onto the bed. As he did, so he grabbed a hold of my wrists, his momentum taking me along with him. Again, being older and supposedly wiser I should, at the very least, have seen sense and climbed off the bed but in my tipsy and yes, aroused state I found the simple act of lying between his legs as I tickled him a real turn. Instead I continued to press home my advantage. "Cathy! Stop it! Please! Or else!" "Or else what?" I responded, more than a little pleased my small, five foot three frame had complete control over this six foot hunk. "Or else I'll start tickling you, that's what." He replied. "No, no. That's not in the rules." I argued. "Rules, what rules?" he asked. "My rules of course," "Well rules are made to be broken, so tell me why should I take any notice?" I thought for a moment knowing full well I didn't have an appropriate answer. "Because I said so, that's why." By way of response he moved his hands down and squeezed my buttocks over my skirt. "Now now Andy, what did I just say?" "You said no tickling? I'm not tickling you." "Oh! Then what are you doing?" I asked as he squeezed my bum again. "Isn't that obvious, I'm just having myself a good feel of this sexy little bum of yours," he replied. His words sent a shiver up and down my spine. It was the first time he'd ever paid me a sexual compliment and it felt good coming from him. His strong hands on my bum felt even better. I wriggled myself back against his hands. It was my way, without actually voicing the words, of indicating he should continue. My hands were still on his waist but by now my fingers were stroking over his flesh rather than tickling. We remained in that position for some moments, the two of us looking into one another's eyes, him squeezing my buttocks, me stroking his waist, occasionally wriggling my body. The more I did, the more I knew I was getting him aroused for I could feel something hard beginning to press against me and the very thought I was getting him aroused was turning me on all the more I leant forward, any ideas of tickling him long since forgotten. Our eyes remained locked, still neither one of us saying a word. Our faces now, no more than inches apart. The earlier sexual tension when we were stood by the wardrobe had increased tenfold, filling the room. I looked down at his lips. Lips that were so inviting. I was reminded of a time when I'd once walked in on my daughter and Andy having sex. Walked in is maybe a little too descriptive. Their door had been part open and I'd caught sight of their reflection in the bedroom mirror. They were in bed, their bodies partly covered by a sheet. Even so, from their positions it was clear Andy was taking my daughter from behind. It was of course a private moment and I should have turned and walked away but for some moments I'd stood there captivated by the movement of their bodies, more particularly Andy's who was rhythmically thrusting in and out. My daughters cries and grunts of pleasure, which had excited me most, were muffled by the fact her face was pressed down into the pillow. Unseen I had stood by the door and watched. It had struck me as carnal, almost animal like, especially so when Andy had started to grunt as his pace had increased Then I had watched as he'd grabbed at her hair, pulling her head back violently before mashing his lips over hers where he'd finally bought my daughter to what I can only describe as a violent orgasm. I hadn't stayed to watch any more. I had turned and left but for the rest of that day and indeed for some time to come the moment had stayed with me leaving me wistfully fantasising how it might be to have Andy take me that same way, roughly, holding me, kissing me as he ploughed himself deep into my body. Now here I was, my lips inches from his, aware at the very least, if nothing else, this might at least be my chance to find out how well he kissed. Moments later, unable to resist the thoughts filling my head I pressed my lips down onto his. His lips felt moist, fleshy, warm. I had no idea if he'd accept this. If he'd react and pull away. All I knew for sure was, I kept thinking of Mike, lying downstairs on the sofa, asleep. Never before had I done anything like this. Our marriage was strong...happy and these thoughts filled me with guilt yet as bad as I felt, the truth was, I couldn't remember a time feeling this good about a kiss. Sure, it was wrong. I knew as much but the reality was, it felt so erotic. It seemed as if we'd been kissing for an age, though I suspect it had been no more than a few seconds before Andy finally pulled away. "Christ Cathy! Mike's downstairs." He argued. "He's fast asleep." I countered quickly. "He could wake." "He could but he won't. You know as well as I do with all he's had to drink he's out for the count. Now be quiet and kiss me," I ordered, shocking myself at how bold I sounded." This wasn't me at all but the truth was, I had finally sampled those lips of his and right then I wanted more. I leant in close, wondering if he'd respond once more or if he'd see sense and pull away. He responded, way better than I had imagined for this time when our lips met his tongue began probing suggestively, too and fro over my lips. Wanting more and sensing he did too, I willingly opened my mouth to allow his warm, slippery tongue to slip between my lips. I sucked gently on it at first, enjoying it's feel, allowing him to probe deeper, loving the sensation of its slippery texture as he explored the inside my mouth. His hands slid down the side of my body then further down, his fingers tugging at the hem of my skirt, easing it upwards over my thighs. Again I didn't need to be told I should never be allowing this to happen but all the while his fingers busied themselves, brushing lightly over my thighs his touch felt so sensual and I found it increasingly harder to resist. Moments later, I guess you could say he finally overstepped the boundary. I had eased my lips from his, about to suggest we maybe ought to stop, when I felt his hand slide beneath my skirt. His fingers began lightly caressing back and forth over the lace of my black knickers and instead of voicing what I'd intended, I instead found myself holding onto my breath as the reality of what was happening dawned. I knew then I needed to put a stop to all this once and for all but even as I was thinking these thoughts his fingers began kneading firmly into my buttocks. As they did, so I leant forward pressing my lips over his once more, this time quietly moaning my pleasure into the depth of his mouth, trying to convince myself this was simply one last kiss yet more than aware it was all getting way out of hand. It was all of my own doing. I knew this. I'd been the one to start. I'd been the one, thanks to the drink, feeling horny and it had been me turned on by the sight of his body. More importantly, It had been me, the one unable to resist the idea of touching him and of having the thoughts of getting a kiss or two. I tried to argue that's all it had been. That I'd wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his body against my hands and maybe enjoy the kind of kiss my daughter had had that time. Now, laying there, his body beneath mine with any number of thoughts filling my head, I wasn't so sure. The feeling of being in his arms was electric., though the idea of knowing Mike was only moments away downstairs should have been enough for me to have put a stop to it there and then. Yet while this one thought alone had caused the guilt to come rushing back it did nothing to reduce the feelings I was experiencing inside. Indeed, somehow knowing this, appeared to add to the excitement. Here I was lying on our marriage bed, in the arms of my son in law, sharing a kiss more passionate than I'd done in a long time, aware a big part of me didn't want it to stop. Likewise, I felt Andy too was sharing these same feelings for as the moments passed the intensity of the kiss continued to grow. Our tongues had melded together, the two of us were now eagerly exploring one another's mouth's. No longer were my hands on his waist. One was around his neck, the other under his body, my fingers kneading their way into the flesh of his back. His were holding me close, every now and then his fingertips massaging into my back. Again thoughts of Mike downstairs on the sofa returned as did the guilt. As much as I was enjoying all that was happening I knew it couldn't continue. I had to put a stop to it. I pulled away from Andy's lips. About to tell him to stop, I felt his hand slip between my knickers and bared bum. He immediately started to stroke his fingertips, lightly, back and forth over my anus. That area of the body, for me at least, is most definitely an erogenous zone. The sensation was quite exquisite, and given, there I was in the arms of my son in law, unbelievably arousing. I heard a groan of pleasure escape my lips and at the same time I felt Andy begin to push his hips upwards. I could feel his hardening cock pressing into my body. It felt big. More to the point it felt good. Not just because it was a cock but that it was Andy's cock. Someone I had long held a deep desire for. Lost in the pleasure of this passionate embrace I leant forward to resume our kiss. I think I knew then, at that precise moment in time, despite the fact my husband was only downstairs. Despite the fact a part of me still wanted this to stop, it was never going to happen. I had bought this all about myself and regardless how wrong I knew this was, I was going to have Andy Fuck me. Though I didn't want our kiss to stop I eased back a little from his lips. I was moving my body against his now, enjoying his hardness. "Oh Andy! I can't lie. I've wanted this for such a long time," I gasped, "and with all that's just happened, I think you've wanted this too." "For longer than you could ever know Cathy......But what about Mike?" he questioned. "No, as far as I'm aware, he doesn't want you," I giggled, amazed at myself I could still joke at a time like this "You know damn well that's not what I mean," he replied, squeezing hard on my bum. "I've told you, he's out of it. We both know that." I replied. He slipped a hand around the back of my head and pulled me into a firm, passionate embrace. Seconds later he pushed me away, leaving me wanting. It had been all too brief. "You realise this is a mistake Cathy?" He whispered. "Yes!" I replied, sliding a hand down between our bodies. I pressed my fingers over his hidden member which I could feel was growing bigger all the time. "Yes it's wrong Andy." I said once more. "But you've gotten Cathy's pussy so so horny and right now all pussy can think about is this nice, hard cock" I leant forward where we kissed again, this time I ground my body firmly against his wanting him to know I was enjoying the closeness, the feel of his hardness. Again, after a few moments he eased me away. "You absolutely sure about this Cathy?" I thought about his question for no more than a few seconds. "Yes!! I almost hissed. Then, bolder than I'd ever been in my life added. "I want you to screw me Andy. I want you to take me hard and dirty like you did my daughter that time." He eased me away from his body some more. I could see both surprise and confusion in his eyes. "What do you mean? When? What time?" I smiled down at him and went on to explain what it was I had witnessed that time. He listened, nodding occasionally as I recounted what I had seen, no doubt recalling for himself how it had been. "It was so erotic watching the two of you that day. You were so rough Andy. Almost animal like. Watching you got me so aroused .....and so jealous." Having finished describing all that had happened I looked down into his eyes. It was clear he was mulling it over and I was concerned he was having second thoughts. "I'm sorry Andy. I probably shouldn't have told you all this?" Just then I felt his fingers squeeze my buttocks once more. He smiled up at me. "Not at all Cathy. I'm glad you did and now that you have it's maybe time I told you something." He paused as he collected his thoughts. "I may not have seen you and Mike together in the same way you did me and Tanya but there's been any number of occasions I've seen the two of you kissing. The most recent being this Xmas just gone. That time in the kitchen when he pulled you under the mistletoe." "Tanya had been in the lounge. I'd wandered into the kitchen to get myself a beer, I guess moments after he'd pulled you under the mistletoe. Your eyes were closed but I was pretty sure you had seen me come in and as I watched the two of you I couldn't help wonder if the way you were kissing him was as much for my benefit as it was your own. That you maybe had in mind to make me feel a little jealous. If that were the case Cathy, believe me it worked. Just seeing you in his arms, you can't begin to know how much I wanted it to be me at that moment." "I quickly grabbed a beer from the side and left you to it but for the rest of the evening I couldn't shake the image of what I'd seen from my head. I kept picturing you kissing him. I kept seeing you in his arms So much so, later in bed, when I was making out with Tanya, it was you I imagined beneath me." "Oh Andy! I never knew." I whispered before leaning close to plant another passionate kiss on his lips. I pulled back and smiled down at him. "Is that how you imagined kissing me Andy?" "Yes." He replied. I slid my hand back over his growing erection, enjoying it's hardness, it's size as I rubbed my fingers firmly over his bulge. "Well Andy. Don't you think it's high time we both lived out our fantasy?" Despite his words I could see he still had doubts, that he was almost certainly thinking about my daughter. "You can say no Andy. It's ok but let me just say. I've wanted this for a long time . I've imagined how it would be, feeling you inside me. Now feeling this," I said, as I squeezed his erection, "I want to know if it's every bit as good as it feels." "It's up to you Andy but I'd like you to Fuck me! To Fuck me hard and dirty like you do my daughter. To have you deep inside, screwing me." With all that had been said and now hearing my words of encouragement Andy rolled me over onto my back. Of course I couldn't rid myself of the image of Mike downstairs on the sofa but my arousal was such I was able to push it aside. Having rolled me over Andy immediately pushed at the hem of my skirt, sliding it upwards along my thighs. He took a hold of my lace panties and began tugging them down. I assisted, lifting my buttocks off the bed until he'd pulled them clear and down around my ankles. I kicked them off, onto the floor where he climbed off the bed and for a moment stood facing me. I watched as he reached for my ankles and pulled my body towards the edge of the bed. As he pulled at my body, so my skirt slid higher up my thighs until, with my buttocks teetering on the edge of the bed my pussy was completely exposed to him. He dropped to his knees by the side of the bed and began stroking his fingertips up and down my thighs, from my knees to the very top. I mewled with pleasure, eager to know what he would do next. I didn't have long to wait. He leant closer and I felt the heat of his breath on my thighs as his lips kissed against them, all the while his fingers continuing to tease their way up and down my bared thighs. I opened my legs wider for him then gasped out loud when he accepted the invitation, pressing his lips onto my wet, and more than willing cunt. My mind was a mix of emotion. A part of me felt bad allowing this to happen. I was cheating on Mike and going behind my daughters back yet as wrong as it was, there was no denying, it felt wonderful having Andy go down on me. I moaned out loud aware, with Mike only downstairs, far louder than I should but I didn't care. Since Mike, this was the only guy to do this for me, and right then, I didn't want it to stop. I felt his tongue flick across my swollen clit. I squealed out loud, my body exhilarated by the sensation. I reached down with both hands pressing them onto his head. "Yes Yes! More Andy!. Make me cum! Make Cathy cum on those lips of yours!" I pleaded. Down below, responding to my demand, Andy slid his hands beneath my buttocks, lifting my body up towards his lips as I in turn used both hands to push down on his head. His assault was un-wavering. One minute his tongue flicked and teased back and forth over my clit, the next, probed deeply between my pussy lips, working its way in and out like a small, slippery dick. Again the moans escaping my lips were far louder than I should have allowed. Andy eased back leaving my pussy wanting. I looked down to see him looking up into my eyes. "Careful Cathy. remember, Mike's only downstairs." He told me, clearly concerned we would be heard. His words bought back a flood of guilt. I was aware he was right, that however remote, it was still a possibility Mike could wake and make his way upstairs. Even so, there was no way I wanted this to stop. I reached down and once more pressed my hands lightly onto the top of his head. . "Then you'd better hurry and make this horny bitch cum for you." I told him as I pressed down more firmly. I held my breath as his lips and tongue once more invaded my pussy. His caress was superb and I was in heaven. Mike had always enjoyed giving me oral. It was something he knew I loved and over the years it's fair to say he'd become more than adept at giving, yet the fact was, what happening to me now was altogether different. It may have been Andy was better, though I suspect it was more the case my arousal had been heightened by the reality, this was my son in law and what we were doing was so wrong. The reasons didn't matter. What did matter was, I needed him to finish me more than ever. Still using my hands to keep him there I closed my thighs around his head and began grinding my pussy firmly upwards against his lips and mouth. If Andy was suffering guilt it didn't show. His fingers continued teasing back and forth over the cheeks of my arse as his lips and tongue busied themselves, kissing and sucking and licking on my pussy and clit. He was taking me towards the edge, nearer to climax. My body physically shook with excitement, my moans of pleasure continuous now. I had never wanted something so much. His hands, his lips, his tongue were driving me wild with desire. It was almost though his lips and tongue were as one with my body, each caress, each lightness of touch sending a spasm of pleasure coursing through every imaginable nerve ending. My body writhed beneath his touch as I continued to grind my pussy firmly onto his lips. He was causing me to act in a way I'd never done before, for aside from my moans of pleasure, the words escaping my lips were growing ever more explicit, ever more demanding. "Awww Fuck! Bring me off!" I demanded. "Make me cum you horny bastard!" He delved deeper with his tongue, sucked harder with his lips, my explicit language having the desired affect continued. "Ohhh Yes! Lick me Andy! Fuck me with that tongue of yours!" I cried. Our bodies moved as one now. Me pushing upwards, him working his fingers over my arse, his lips on my pussy unrelenting. The passion was intense, unbelievably so and as I twisted beneath him, grinding my pussy hard onto his lips, I could feel my orgasm take hold. I gasped out loud bucking hard against his lips as my pussy flooded with juices. I writhed beneath him like a grounded fish, twisting, turning, my body never having cum so hard. I could feel my juices squirting and I knew down below Andy was having to work hard to hold back the tide. With one long, final gasp of pleasure I threw my arms backward, my fists gripping the bedcovers tightly one moment, his head the next, my body writhing in ecstasy beneath his as Andy continued to devour both my pussy and juices. Finally, sated, I relaxed my grip against his head allowing him to come up for air, his fingers still caressing my thighs.. I looked up at him, his face, his lips and mouth awash with my juices, the smile on my face evidence of how much I'd enjoyed his attention. "Was that good?" he queried, un-necessarily. ""Awsome!" I groaned, my pussy still throbbing. "Jesus Cathy. For a moment there I thought you were going to wake Mike." I turned my head to one side to listen. The silence confirmation he must still be downstairs asleep. "He's still out of it." I replied, reaching out for Andy with both hands. "Which means it's time I returned the favour." I waited as he rose from his knees before climbing onto the bed. He knelt there as I sat up and reaching for his trousers began undo his zip. "You sure Cathy?" He asked, again questioning the risks involved. "We've got away with it so far." I countered. "After all, having made me cum like that it seems only fair I return the pleasure." I slipped down his zip and peeled open his trousers, edging the waistband down over a pair of white briefs which in turn revealed a very healthy looking bulge. The tight fitted briefs appeared to enhance his size, the outline of his erection easily visible. I turned on the bed, getting to my knees and not wanting him to question the risks again I reached forward and began stroking my fingers up along the length of his outlined shape. The truth was this was the first and only cock I had touched since being married all those years ago and it felt good. I closed my fingers around its hidden girth as I adjusted my position until my eyes were level with his. I pressed my lips onto his wanting another of his tantalising kisses and at the same time, wanting to taste my own juices still smeared on his lips. His lips opened allowing my tongue to probe softly. I could taste my juices on his lips and moaned quietly, loving the sensation of his lips steadily sucking me into his mouth. I heard his moan mix with mine as my fingers continued to slide up and down against the outline of his briefs. Though not wanting the kiss to end I nevertheless eased back, my fingers now curled around both briefs and girth. "You sure as hell know how to give oral Andy so how about I take a turn? Would you like to find out how good Mum in law can be?" I asked. I heard him moan but didn't wait for his answer. Instead I slipped my hand into the top of his briefs and eased down the waistband until his cock leapt free. I knelt back on my haunches to examine my prize. It was impressive. Maybe not as long as Mike's but very definitely thicker, yet it was the head most appealing. A bulbous, bell shaped knob that I remembered thinking seemed the perfect shape for finding a girls g-spot. I could feel my pussy tingle with that very thought and was already eager to explore this beast with my mouth. "Oh yes! Very nice" I purred as I reached out to run my thumb over its bell end to find it was already nicely coated in precum. I leant down where I flicked my tongue back and forth over its slippery head. Andy groaned aloud as I opened my mouth to fully savour the precum covering the head of his cock. Again I heard him moan as I gently lapped it up as if it were cream. I finished by opening my lips and closing my mouth fully over it's head to suck the remaining cream into my mouth, easing back when I had finished. "Was that good Andy? I asked. "Yes!" "And tell me, does my daughter enjoy sucking your cock?" I saw his lips form a grin. "Yes.....she does." He replied. "Hmmm! Then I'd better make sure her mother does it better.....Hadn't I?" I said. I reached out and curling my fingers around his thick shaft I began slowly stroking him up and down. As I did so more of his precum readily formed on the tip of his knob. "My my Andy! I've never seen such a juicy cock. Could it be Cathy has got you aroused?" "Christ Cathy you know damn well you have." Smiling, I leant forward to once more close my mouth over the head of his cock, swirling my tongue seductively around and around his helmet, teasing and licking at his precum, this time, not sucking his precum into my mouth but instead allowing it to remain attached to my lips like an umbilical cord as I eased back. I heard Andy groan and knew he was turned on by both what I'd been doing and the sight of how I must look. Still holding onto his shaft but now looking up into his eyes I purposely guided the tip of his knob around my lips, using it as if it were a lip gloss, except of course, the gloss I was applying was his sexual precum. Again I eased back, keen he should see me with my new make up applied. "How's that for you so far Andy? Is it all you had hoped for?" I teased as I used the tip of my tongue to savour the precum on my lips. "Damn you're a tease Cathy! One horny bloody tease." "Noooo! Not me Andy," I replied, a smile dancing over my lips. "I'm not here to tease. That's just a little warm up. A prelude to my proving I can suck cock much better than my daughter." I reached down and slid the palm of my hand under his balls, my fingers immediately stroking beneath, causing him to emit a quiet moan. I shuffled forward on my knees where, placing a hand around his neck I pressed my lips over his once more, probing between his lips with my tongue. We kissed. Our joint moans of pleasure muffled as our heads turned passionately one way, then the other, one hand stroking his neck, the other beneath his balls, while his slid up and down my back. It was some moments before either of us wanted to break from the embrace. When we did I knelt back on my haunches once more, smiling up into his eyes. "Well Andy. Would you like me to continue? Would you like Cathy's mouth to see what it can do for your lovely thick cock?" "Oh God yes!" He moaned. I bent down, this time my mouth forming a perfect circle as I pressed my lips fully over his swollen knob and allowed my lips to slide a few inches down his shaft. I withdrew then immediately repeated my actions, this time making sure my lips gripped firmly on his shaft as I slid them up and down...once...twice...three times in quick succession before pulling away. He moaned out loud, his eyes closed as I reached forward to curl my fingers around the base of his shaft where I slid my hand upwards, watching as even more of his precum oozed from the eye of his swollen knob to leak down the side of his shaft. It looked so tempting, so inviting, nestled there on the tip of his knob. I had always loved the taste of precum and would often do something like this for Mike. As these thoughts invaded my mind so I was reminded he was still downstairs. I afforded myself a smile. Mike and I could never be classed as prudes. We had often talked to one another of our individual fantasies. Him with another woman, me with another guy but I had never once mentioned Andy as being on my list. I wondered what he would make if he were to walk in right at this moment, or for that matter, how I too would react, him discovering his wife on the bed, sucking on her son in laws cock? I looked down at Andy's cock and again pushed these thoughts aside. As scared as I was about getting caught I wanted this more. The fact I had allowed Andy to dine on my pussy, I knew meant he would visit me again. It raised the argument we should maybe wait for another time when Mike was safely out of the house. The argument made sense but with how much Mike had drunk, I was sure we still had enough time. I reached out and using the fingers of my right hand, smeared his precum from the tip of his cock all the way down his shaft to its base. I leant forward, this time my lips, aided by his juices, gliding effortlessly down his length. I wanted him to enjoy. A part of me a little jealous, I wanted to prove I was better than my daughter. I sucked softly.....I sucked firmly....I bobbed my head up and down with vigour...I swirled my tongue around and around his helmet, all the while my fingers either stroking up and down his shaft or playing gently beneath his heavy balls. Several times I held tightly onto the base of his shaft, sure his moans of pleasure were a sign he was close and each time my action was enough to bring him back from the brink. As dearly as I would have loved to have seen his cock shoot its load, that would have to wait for another time. Despite the circumstances I'd made up my mind. Tonight I was going to have Andy Fuck me. Tonight my son in law was going to empty the entire contents of his balls deep into my cunt. I gorged on his cock once more, stroking his shaft, teasing with his balls, bobbing my lips up and down its length until eventually, pleased with my efforts, I allowed my lips to slip from his gorgeous cock. "Lie down Andy." I told him. This time with little if any regard for the situation he did as I'd asked without question. It was proof, if any were necessary, he wanted this as much as I did. For several moments I stayed where I was, admiring the shape of his cock, loving how upright it stood, teetering over his belly, knowing in just a few moments I was going to lower my pussy down onto its thick, meaty and slippery shaft. He watched me as I shuffled my way towards him before rising off my knees. I got to my feet finding it hard to maintain balance on the bed as I stepped astride his body. I stood still, looking down. Just watching his eyes travel up and down my body, seeing the lust in them, knowing, despite my age he was admiring what was stood before him was enough to cause my juices to flow once more. I looked down at his face, his eyes, for now at least, finally done with checking me out. It made me realise how much a woman enjoys being looked at and I wanted him all the more. "Was that good Andy? Did Cathy pass the test? Was I better than my daughter?" "Damn right you were!" He replied. "My lips spread wide in a grin. "Good, and you should know, I enjoyed doing that for you too. In fact it made me a little jealous knowing how much fun my daughter's been getting, being Fucked by such a lovely thick cock." Below it was Andy's turn to smile. "The thing is...it doesn't seem fair Andy. "I think a cock this good needs to be shared, don't you?" I continued. "Don't you think it only fair my daughter should share your lovely cock with her mother?" Again his lips formed a slight grin. "Somehow I don't think she'd agree with you Cathy." "No. I guess not." I answered as I reached down with both hands to grip the hem of my skirt. I saw the movement of his eyes as I began to ease the hem higher, each hand movement slow, defined, hitching it up inch by inch to reveal more and more of my thighs. The truth was I felt dirty, my doing that for him, yet at the same time it felt so good, knowing his eyes were following my every move. Knowing I had his complete attention. I pressed on edging the hem higher and higher until my pussy came into view. His eyes opened wide when I slid a hand onto my pussy lips. I could immediately feel my wetness as I teased a finger back and forth. Just looking at him I could tell how aroused he was with the idea of my playing with myself. I wasn't the least bit surprised for Mike too had often enjoyed watching me at play. "How about you Andy? What is it you think? Do you think you should share? Wouldn't you like to share your cock with this pussy?" I saw his tongue flick lasciviously across his lips. I saw the look in his eyes, both a sign, if any were needed, he wanted this every bit as much as me. "Yes. You know damn well I would." He almost hissed. "Good! I think it's only right." I said, then closing my eyes I rubbed two fingers firmly over my already wet pussy letting a mewl of pleasure escape my lips. Withdrawing my hand I raised my fingers level with my mouth and flicked out my tongue to taste my own juices. It wasn't so much I wanted to taste more of myself but that I wanted to excite Andy still further. I turned my eyes back towards his. "You've got me more than ready for you Andy." I told him. "But just remember, with Mike only downstairs we haven't as much time as we might like and we'll have to try and be quiet." "If it's not what you want Cathy we can wait for a better time, when Mike's out of the way." He answered somewhat nervously. I reached down to place my fingers back over my pussy once more, again feeling the sense of excitement watching his eyes follow my every move. "Oh don't worry Andy. I shall be looking forward to that time too." I told him "But right now, all I want is to be Fucked. I want to feel this cock inside me. Fucking me like it does my daughter. I want to cum for you Andy but most of all I want to know what it feels like feeling this cock throbbing as you empty your balls inside me." With the talking all done I held onto my skirt as I bent from the knees. Slowly but surely I lowered myself down to his waiting erection. Moments later I slipped a hand onto his shaft ready to help guide him in. I eased down some more and using my fingers to help guide him, heard myself gasp as the head of his cock prised open my pussy lips, embedding itself no more than two inches inside my cunt. It felt good, my pussy having to adapt to his size. I lifted upwards then sank down some more, whimpering as a further two inches disappeared into my cunt. "Oh Andy! You're so thick! I groaned. "Is that a problem?" he asked. "Nooo! Not at all. It was just how I expected you would be." I leant forward to rest my hands eitherside of his shoulders. Using them as a lever I began rocking up and down, each downward movement slowly but surely allowing more of his cock inside. Until now Andy had just laid there allowing me my own time to adjust to his size. I slowed, sensing he was almost all the way inside, confident I would now be able to handle him. I leant closer still, my face inches from his. "I'm ready for you Andy. Do me! Go on! Do me now!" I urged. I braced myself in readiness for what was about to happen. Even so, it was far more than I'd anticipated. It appeared he'd had further to go than I'd believed and when he thrust forward I'd cried out far louder than I should. He immediately stopped, the grip from my pussy lips the only thing preventing his withdrawal. "Sorry Cathy. Are you ok?" "Oh God yes!" I whimpered. "It was just more than I expected was all." I wriggled my hips, loving the feel of him as I bedded a little further down onto his shaft. "Don't stop Andy! Do it! Do me again!" I begged. This time he was more gentle, easing back before slowly pushing his way home. I couldn't believe how hard he felt, never mind how well he filled my pussy. He drew back then thrust again, a little harder this time. Again I was unable to prevent myself from crying out. "Damn Cathy! Have you forgotten Mike?" "I'm sorry Andy. I can't help it. Your cock feels too damned good." He thrust again and this time I was able to hold back my cries. A second...a third time and still not a sound but when he drew back and thrust for a fourth time I could feel his cock pushing all the way home and despite biting down on my lips, I was unable to stop myself crying out louder than ever. Beneath me Andy instantly pulled back. "Christ Cathy. I can't handle this." He told me. He slid from beneath me, his cock slipping from my pussy leaving me feeling empty. He sat up and for a moment I thought it was over, that he'd given up on me. I was wrong. Instead he ordered me to turn around and get onto my knees. I did as he'd asked without question for I didn't want this to stop. Moments later he placed his hands on my shoulders and I felt the warmth of his breath against my neck as he pressed his lips close to my left ear. "Get down Cathy. Use the pillows. Push your face into them to stop your cries.". I felt the pressure of his hands on my shoulders as he pushed me forward and down. Seconds later I was knelt forward, my head on the pillow, my arse up in the air. I turned my face sideways to watch him from the corner of my eye. His hands slid up my legs, up my thighs, pushing my skirt high above my waist exposing me to him. For the briefest of moments he appeared to pull back but when he moved forward it was to feel the head of his cock nudging against my pussy. I groaned quietly as thoughts of him screwing my daughter this way came flooding back. I could feel my pussy juicing with the very idea he was about to take me that exact same way. He pushed forward and down below I could feel the head of his cock opening me up and to stifle the cry I pushed my face down into the pillow. I didn't need to be told this was going to be something special. His cock was so hard, so thick and already it felt like he'd filled me up yet I knew he still had a way to go. He eased back and I turned my face from the pillow just in time for him to push forward again. "Oh God yeeesssss!" I gasped, the pleasure intense as he filled my throbbing cunt ever deeper. When he eased back and pushed home for a third time I knew I was probably only one more thrust away from a climax. Instead he held me there, his cock unmoving, buried to the hilt. I'd never felt so full. The feeling was incredible. I thought back to the day I had watched him screwing my daughter. If I had known then she'd been feeling this good I could never have waited this long. I wanted to push back. I wanted to rock against his cock but his pressure together with the weight of his body were restricting me. I felt his hand slide up along my back. Seconds later his fingers combed through my hair gripping it firmly. It hurt when, using his grip on my hair he pulled my head off the pillow, turning my face slightly back towards him. "Was this how you saw me doing your daughter that day Cathy?" He questioned. "Yes!" I gasped. His grip on my hair seemed to tighten as he pulled my head further off the pillow. It was hurting and I wanted it to stop yet at the same time, his pulling me back like this was causing his cock to press deeper, sending my pussy into spasms. "And is this what you've been wanting ever since Cathy? For me to take you just like I took her that day?" "Oh God! Yes!" I groaned as vivid images flashed through my mind of him taking my daughter. I felt his cock move deeper as he leaned over my body to press his mouth close to my ear. Still gripping my hair he whispered. "Then you'd better make sure that face of yours is pressed hard into that pillow Cathy cos you're about to get the hardest Fucking you've ever had." "I've waited years for this Cathy and this is my moment. You're going to get so much pleasure you'll be begging me to stop. I'm going to make you cum for me Cathy. You're going to cum so Fucking hard down my cock it will feel you can't cum anymore, and when you do, I'm going to Fuck you even harder! I'm going to make you cum again and again and only when I'm good and ready, only when my cock's had enough of sharing this horny little cunt am I'm going to empty it into you, to the point, three days from now your pussy is still going to be dripping my spunk. Do you hear that Cathy? Is that what you want?" "Oh you Bastard Andy! Yes! It's what I want. Fuck me Andy! Fuck me like you Fuck my daughter." He pushed my face back down into the pillow before letting go of his grip on my hair. I remained there pressing my mouth hard into the soft pillow as he began to thrust. By the third thrust I was coming down his cock and if it had not been for his idea about the pillow, it would not have just been my husband who'd have heard my screams. By the fifth and sixth thrust I could hear him growling, almost animal like as if this were his only opportunity to mate. It didn't matter. I was in heaven. I had already cum once and could feel a second orgasm building. I lost count how many times he had ploughed his way into me. I pushed back against his body, rocking too and fro so we were both Fucking with a kind of erotic rhythm. I thought of Mike downstairs and hoped he was still asleep though right then, for all I could care, he could walk in and I could never have stopped. I thought of my daughter but strangely I felt no remorse. If this was what she'd been getting all these years it really did, only seem fair I had some too. She'd always been favoured, well now it was time she needed to learn to share and if going behind her back was how it would happen, then that's how it was going to be. Behind, Andy continued ploughing his meat into my furrow and when he reached down beneath my body to grab a hold of my tits through my top, to use them like someone would rein in a horse, I did nothing more than buck back for as far as I was concerned, he could ride this mare, however and whenever he wanted. That evening with Andy changed me for good. In that one, short space of time I learned things about myself I never knew I had in me. Taken by Andy, I went from being a married, respectable, faithful wife to someone more than happy to cheat on her hubby. So far as my marriage goes, it remains strong. If anything I am now even more attentive where Mike is concerned. As for Andy, he's remained good to his word. When Mike is away on business and my daughter at work, he will often call over to share that lovely thick cock of his with me. My daughter.....she's none the wiser. In reality, she continues to receive regular attention from Andy's cock, the only difference nowadays being, it now has two pussies to keep happy.

I left work early that Friday night because I knew, I just knew my fourteen year old daughter Morgan and her best friend Sadie were up to no good. Boys, I thought to myself, it was definitely boys. I knew it from the way my porn DVDs and magazines were always in a different spot lately whenever I returned home on the weekends whenever Sadie would stay. They would only be slightly off but I knew. I couldn't prove anything yet but tonight I planned to catch them in the act. I said goodnight to my barmaid Cheryl, and headed to my truck. I had no idea how I would react when I got home, I couldn't really blame the poor boys when I got my hands on them. My Morgan had been developed for at least a year now, her body no longer the bean pole it once was as a child but now had nice, wide hips and just enough baby fat on her teenage body. Her breast had grown another size too, and she wasn't embarrassed to show me her 34b bra when she bought it, waiving it in my face and all when she brought it home. Sadie was the polar opposite of my Morgan. She was tall, thin with breasts that had to be a c at least. Her long blonde curls matched her fun; outgoing spirit unlike my Morgan whose dark Italian features shared her more serious, bookworm demeanor. Hell, I thought to myself, maybe they were doing each other. I chuckled at the thought and tried to shake the very sexy image out of my mind. It was wrong for me to think that way about these two girls and I knew it. But what a site it would be to see them two together! The thought made my Dick instantly stand upright against my will. It didn't seem like it would be in their character to be fucking already either, but something was up with my movies and I was going to get to the bottom of it. I turned off my lights as I pulled into the long driveway not wanting to alert any would be violators of my presence. My small cottage in the woods outside of town was perfect for my small family of two, although it felt more comfortable when my Louis was still alive. Losing her four years ago to breast cancer was hard and I certainly could use her help right about now with Morgan. All the lights in the house were out except for the living room, perhaps I was too early. Or maybe too late, they could be in the bedrooms fucking as I sat there looking stupidly at the house. I could have kicked myself! I threw the truck in park, quietly got out and shut the door, run to the house and burst through the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. There sitting on the couch with their eyes glued to the blaring smut movie was my little Morgan, quickly taking notes it seemed, and Sadie trying to deep-throat a banana. The site was almost too much to handle. Watching my baby girl watching porn and becoming interested in sex gave me so many mixed emotions. But seeing her little nipples hard through her shirt, obviously turned on, made me want to suck on her breasts right then and there. I had never thought this way about my Morgan and I knew it was wrong but man, I could teach her things that she wouldn't need to write down to remember. I turned my attention to Sadie and those luscious dick sucking lips wrapped around the banana. She was cramming that thing all the way to the back of her throat and not gagging at all! I hadn't had my dick sucked since long before Lois died and imaging her lips wrapped around my member made me all the more hard. I knew what I had to do and hoped I wouldn't regret it. Quietly, I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed my bottle of Skye vodka, some orange juice, and three glasses with ice, set them on a tray and set out to surprise the girls. They had no idea I was even there they were so fixated on the way the little teen in the movie fit that old man’s big cock in her mouth until I set the tray on the table. "Dad," Morgan cried fumbling for the remote, "I was... We were... I'm sorry." She hung her head down in shame and Sadie nervously bit the banana in half and swallowed it hard. I held my hand up to shush the girls, poured them each their first alcoholic drink with me, and gulped down a strong one while they sipped theirs cautiously. As soon as Sadie knew it was ok she downed her glass and I gave her a healthy refill. "Okay you two, we are going to play a game," Sadie began to smile and clap excitedly in her tipsy state, "truth or dare. And I want you two to be very honest with me and play the game without wimping out. Ok Morgan, truth or dare?" "Dare," she chose cautiously. "I dare you to down your drink." An easy one to start with and my girl obeyed. I refilled her cup. "Sadie?" "Hmm," she thought, "I'll take truth." "Why were you two watching my movies?" The girl looked down. "Sadie, you chose truth." "Well," she started looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes and nervously twirling her hair with her finger, "we were curious." "About what?" I probed. "You know boys and sex. We wanted to see what it looked like." What a relief. The girls were just curious. But the thought of them wanting to know about sex and seeing them sitting here almost exposed turned me on in the worst way. I know I should have left them two alone and gone to bed but I had to see how far I could take this. "Morgan, your turn. Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Did you like the movie?" "Well yea," she began, "but..." "But what?" "Does it really feel like that? Some of the girls are so loud, and some are quiet, but they seem to really like it. How does it feel?" "Well it feels different for everyone." "But it feels THAT good?" She opened up wide eyed. "No baby, it feels better." I laughed. "It's like masturbation but better. You have touched yourself haven't you?" The girl shook her head no. Sadie gave a little smile but didn't respond. "Ok Sadie, what'll it be?" "Dare!" "Have you ever been kissed?" She shook her head no in a teasing shy sort of way. "You?" I asked Morgan who also had not. "Why don't you kiss each other to try it out?" They both made disgusting faces. "Why not? You want to learn about sex don't you? All the girls do it. Watch." I turned the movie back on and skipped ahead to a scene with two girls in it to set the mood. "Come here Sadie," I patted my right knee and when she sat down I asked, "May I kiss you?" She shook her head yes, reluctantly and I softly pressed my lips on hers tasting her sweet strawberry lip gloss. Slowly I opened her mouth with my own dipping my tongue into the warm softness of her mouth. Her tongue found my own and we played for a few minutes dancing about inside our mouths. I pulled my head back and seen pure lust in Sadie’s eyes. "Come here baby," I told my little girl and patted on my other knee. She obeyed. "Can daddy kiss you sweetheart?" She nodded and without thinking I began to feverishly molest my daughter’s mouth with my own. I took turns licking Morgan’s tongue and then Sadie’s. Kissing my daughters lips and then her friends. Finally I sat back and told the girls to go sit back over on the couch. "Sit close together," I instructed. "Morgan, truth or dare?" "Truth daddy." "Did you like kissing me?" She nodded in agreement. "Ok good. Do you want kiss Sadie now, and learn all about sex first hand baby?" Another nod. "Sadie, if you want to continue I dare you to kiss Morgan." Slowly they began, Sadie grabbing Morgan’s chin and moving her closer. They softly kissed each other at first without any tongue, then to my surprise my daughter’s sweet little bit poked out of her mouth and began to play with Sadie’s mouth, pushing it open. As the girls kissed I rubbed my cock through my pants and watched. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would have seen this sight. "How does this feel?" I asked nearly breathless. Good they both responded passionately. "Morgan, take off Sadie’s shirt, then Sadie I want you to help Morgan with her own." The girls obeyed and clumsily got each other out of their pajama tops. To my surprise neither had a bra on. Morgan was quick to cover up her tits while Sadie let me stare in awe over her perky breasts. "Morgan, baby, let daddy see you too." Slowly she removed her hands and exposed her awesome little mounds. They were still growing, and were just at that small mountainous shaped peak off her chest. I nearly drooled at the thought of teasing each of their rosy nipples. "This time while you kiss I want you to rub your boobs together. Then when it starts to feel good pinch each other’s nipples." The girls began again, lips on lips, tongue on tongue and now hands on breasts kneading, pinching, and playing. "That's it girls, yea." I heard myself saying beyond turned on. "Morgan I dare you to suck on Sadie’s tits." Without a word she moved her head down and began to lick her friend’s hard nipple. "Like this daddy?" She asked in between flicks of her tongue. "Let me show you baby." I went over and kneeled by Morgan and scooped her breast into my hand. I began to suck on her softly at first and when I didn't get the reaction I was looking for I sucked harder, my tongue wildly flicking at her hard little nipples, and my teeth nibbling on her flesh. Finally she began to moan, and I knew she was mimicking me and doing the same thing to Sadie by the blondes responses. They were in complete ecstasy but I needed to push them further. "Truth Sadie. Did you like sucking on that banana?" She nodded. "Do you want to suck on me? I taste better." The girls moved to either side to give me room to sit down in-between them. I pulled down my pants, leaving on my boxers and motioned for them to do the same. With just their undies on all of us got comfortable on the couch. We took turns kissing each other; sometimes all three of our tongues would touch sending chills up my spine and electricity to my dick. I grabbed Sadie’s hand and put it over my cock that was still covered by fabric. Instinctively she started to massage my hard rod and I grabbed her head and began to kiss her madly. She pulled my boxers down exposing me and I pushed her head gently toward my dick, forgetting about my daughter for the moment. I watched Sadie as she studied my cock, her hand slowly moving up and down my shaft curiously. "That's it Sadie. Now give it a kiss baby. Right on the tip. And let your mouth do the work. Lick it, kiss it, suck it, and squeeze it how you want." The blonde leaned down, her breasts rubbing on my thigh and began by kissing my tip, then licking it up and down and around. The wet warmth of her tongue touching me made my balls tight with excitement. “Oh, sweetie, that feels amazing.” I told the girl, leaning back and closing my eyes. When she took the whole thing in her mouth and slowly started bobbing up down as deep as she could I began to moan. Her mouth was like a suction, and the girl was taking all of my 7 inches in without gagging, stretching her jay so she wouldn’t scrape. I was amazed at the talent this little teen already had, she even knew how to slurp on it is a sexy manner. It was then that Morgan stopped watching her friend suck her daddy’s cock and began to kiss me again. I played with her tits, rolling her pink nipples between my thumb and index finger, as we enjoyed each other’s mouths, and Sadie kept blowing me. "Daddy," Morgan gasped, "I want to suck you too." I was in heaven. "If you're sure baby, you can play with my cock all you want." And boy did she. My baby sucking my cock was one of the most amazing things I had ever felt. The girls took turns sucking on me, kissing each other and coming up to kiss me. Eventually my hands began to run down their backs, around their thighs, and over their wet little panties. The girls squirmed and opened up their legs wider to let me explore. "I'm about to cum." I moaned. "Keep going Sadie, keep going and I'm going to cum in your mouth. If you want to share it, Morgan, I want you to kiss Sadie. Ok baby, keep sucking just like that, yea... Oh..." And with that I began to shoot my load in Sadie’s mouth. Morgan was right there and when I was all done they began to swap spit and my cum between each other. I smiled at both of them as they swallowed my seed. "Do you girls want to feel good now?" I asked with a grin. “Come sit right here." I got up and the girls scooted closer together. One by one, I spread their legs open and got the intense sweet aroma of their young virgin cunts. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked again, and when they both said yes I went to town first licking each of their pussies over their panties. They wiggled and giggled at first, uneasy and nervous but wanting. I helped them both strip off their underwear and I began my feast with Morgan. I couldn't wait to eat my little girls slit and when I licked it from top to bottom she squealed in pleasure. I began to rub Sadie’s pussy while I licked the soft folds of Morgan, kissing my daughters pink parts, feeling her squirm in mouth. I moved up and began to suck her clit. "Oh daddy, that feels so good!" She cried. It drove me crazy to hear my daughter in such pleasure and I brought my tongue down to her hole and tried to jam it in. "Yes daddy, ooh!" She was so sweet and juicy I wanted to hit her center and pressed my tongue in as far as I could. I looked up to find that not only was my daughter being tongue fucked by me, but Sadie was also sucking on her little hard nipples. I decided to surprise Sadie and began licking her up down, swirling my tongue around her hole and clit as I feasted on her juices. "Come here sweetie," I said to Morgan and swung Sadie’s hips around so she was laying on the couch at a longer slant. "I want you to get up on the arm of the couch and scoot down far enough to be over Sadie’s face. Sadie I want you to lick Morgan’s pussy, ok?" She nodded. It took a few minutes for the girls to get situated but once they did it was a hell of a show seeing my little girl getting licked by her beautiful friend. Seeing my girls head thrown back and hearing her moaning made me dive back into Sadie’s sweet snatch. This time I used my fingers to spread her lips wide before licking and sucking on her wet cunt. I spread open her hole and stuffed my tongue in as far as I could and licked around the opening driving her wild. I careful stuck my finger in her as far as I could go without puncturing her cherry and began to finger fuck her tight young hole while sucking her pink hard clit. "Do you want to go any farther?" I asked the girls driven by ecstasy. I tested, not wanting to do anything they would regret. I knew that anyone who found out would think this was wrong on many levels. “If you do, it has to be our little secret game.” "I will if Morgan will too." She replied nervously. "I want you to take my virginity daddy." Morgan said. "Ok, let’s go up to my bed ok." The girls raced upstairs giggling to themselves. What have I gotten myself into, I thought. Hurrying after. When I reached the top the girls were already in bed. Seeing their naked young bodies curled up just waiting for my cock was enough to drive me mad with excitement. I found my way in between them and laid down on my back. "Morgan, suck my cock some more princess and Sadie come sit up her on my face." The girls did as I asked, and I was able to stretch Sadie's tight hole with my fingers while munching that beautiful pussy. When the girl was gushing with her natural wetness and her whimpering became more intense I knew it was time. "Ok sweetie, if you want my cock all you have to do is climb up and sit on it." Slowly the girl mounted me as Morgan gave her just enough room, yet was still able to suck her friend’s tits. She grabbed my dick with her hand and ran it over her pussy trying to find her hole. “That’s it baby, that’s it!” I heard myself saying. Once it was positioned I pushed my hips up slightly to get the very tip in her tight slot. She gasped in pleasure. "All you gotta do now baby is sit down on it. It'll feel uncomfortable at first but it will get way better." Slowly the girl lowered herself onto me then brought herself up, riding just the tip of my cock. Her soft warm slot was perfectly tight and fit my dick like a glove. She was moaning wildly in excitement when suddenly, and without control, I grabbed her hips and forced my way into her guarded chamber breaking her seal. "Oww," she gasped and then she began to moan "mmm yea" again as she started to ride my cock all by herself. My dick was being swallowed by her cunt as if it was tailor made. Her pussy was milking me and I knew that it was hitting all of her sweet spots as it scraped up against her pussy walls by the way she was wiggling her hips around and crying out uncontrollably. "You're so big, Mr. Allen, you feel so good filling me all up..." The girl managed to make a sentence in between hard gasps. I could sense Morgan’s anticipation and knew she wanted her turn. I lifted Sadie off of my dick and had Morgan climb on top. "You know I love you right baby?" I asked wanting to be sure this is what she wanted. "I love you too, don't worry I want this. Sadie and I have talked about doing this with you for months now." I was totally shocked, but the feel of my little girl’s pussy grinding on my dick brought me back to reality in a flash. My baby leaned down to kiss me and I felt Sadie guide my dick to my daughter’s tight opening teasing her virgin cunt with my warmth. As Morgan kissed me she lowered herself and my dick pushed its way into her hole. She was moaning into my mouth when I felt the weight of my daughter fall back onto my cock. I felt myself break her virgin seal and was almost feeling guilty when my baby began to move herself up and down my cock. The extra heat from the blood made it more intense and I almost came but stopped myself just in time. I wanted to make the girls cum first and I want going to stop until I succeeded. I lifted Morgan off of me and turned her so she was on her knees, doggy style. I told Sadie to lay down under Morgan so the two girls could eat each other out 69 style. Morgan’s ass was in the air near me and I gave her a few light taps and shook her meaty flesh around with me hands. While Sadie sucked Morgan’s clit, I began to molest her opening with my dick making my baby push back on me, clearly in need of it in her. That's when I gave it to her good, nearly splitting her juicy cunt in half with my cock. Her pussy tightened around me as I continued at the same speed, my balls smacking against her ass with every stroke. “Ooh Morgan, you’re so tight baby. Mm, you feel good all over my cock. Do I feel good too baby?” I was spreading her ass cheeks so I could go deeper into her. “Yea daddy. Ooh…” She wailed. “That’s it baby,” I coaxed her as she fucked me back, pushing her ass against my cock. “Suck her clit good now Sadie, lick her sweet pussy too Morgan.” I pushed Morgan’s back slightly so she would pay attention to her friends slit. It didn’t take long after that. Once Morgan tasted Sadie’s salty sweetness while my cock was being rammed into her gripping hole, she was about to peak. "Mmm... Daddy... I... Something is happening.... Mm mm.... Aaaaaa.... Yea..." My baby erupted all over my cock, squeezing her first orgasm all over me. “Good girl, baby,” I told her, slowly fucking her pulsating cunt while her body shook uncontrollably. “You did so good princess, did you like the way that felt?” “M-hm!” She smiled. “That was amazing!” “Get on up her Sadie, I’m wanna make you scream too baby.” I needed to feel Sadie orgasm too, so I had Morgan stay where she was and Sadie climb on top so I could enter both of them. This way Sadie would be spread nice and wide for me. I began to fuck her silky pussy and as I did, her clit would rub against my daughters ass and her nipples would brush Morgan’s back causing Sadie to moan and even screech with absolute pleasure. She began to kiss and lick Morgan’s neck and back, giving caressing kisses to heighten her own pleasure. In this position Sadie couldn’t do much except enjoy the ride and I was giving her pussy one hell of one. I knew she was getting ready to cum because her pussy was squeezing my dick with all of its might, and when the moment finally happened Sadie’s body collapsed onto Morgan’s as her body trembled with orgasm. “Uh, oh, mmm… yea… mmm…Ooh yea…” The child cried out as I continued to rock around inside her. There was no way I could hold out any longer and as Sadie finished I pulled my dick out of her pussy and pushed it deep inside my daughter where it began to spurt my semen out in powerful juts. Satisfied, we were all about to collapse onto the bed when Sadie did the most amazing thing, she began to lick my cum as it dripped out of my daughters cunt! Then she curled up in one of my arms, and with Morgan in my other one, we fell asleep together the same way we would for many weekends to come.

Chapter One If you asked any other guys, they’d tell you she was cute, but nothing special. They’d probably say she was too small, too skinny or too many freckles. Those other guys might point to the plethora of other women around the water park. The MILFs, the huge tits and the surrounding cleavage that was on display for the world to see. Those other guys wouldn’t give her a second glance. Those other guys would rather spend their time hooting and hollering at a bevy of other women. Those other guys are idiots. As I watched her climb the stairs in front of me I felt as if time had been put on hold just for me just to watch her tight behind sway just for that moment. Swish-swash. Swish-swash. I wonder if she knew that I was watching? A kid bumped into me as he ran by, snapping me out of my reverie. He followed the object of my attention up the metal steps and was speaking to her. I picked up a double tube and began to follow the pair, getting in line for the next ride. The hot Carolina sun was beating down on my shoulders, I could feel the heat on my head as I climbed each set of stairs to stand in line for the “epic” slide. I stood just a few feet from her and the kid that had bumped into me. I was grateful for the mirror aviator sunglasses I was wearing. My eyes took in her soft curves, her lightly freckled face and overly long, flawless legs. She was a vision. She had long brown hair and a cute mouth with large, full lips. I suppose I had experienced lust-at-first-sight before. Maybe. Although I couldn’t recall anything quite so intense. Is that what this was? She was … stunning. Gorgeous. An angel. For a moment every sappy love song, every romantic poem made complete sense to me. I hoped I wasn’t staring or being creepy. I was trying to soak in every morsel of beauty out of the corner of my eyes. “But I’m thirsty!” The boy next to her whined. “Well I don’t know what to tell you. We spent the last of the money on that stupid Spongebob ride.” She turned away and was suddenly face to face with me. She was up two steps higher, which put her squarely at my height. Just as quickly she turned back around. At that moment I became entirely too conscious of my hands and my posture. I leaned my 6”1 frame against the railing, hoping that I looked cool, but felt anything but. I ran my fingers through my wavy brown hair, hoping I didn’t look as dumb as I felt in that moment. I wasn’t sure if they were brother or sister or if she was his aunt or some other connection. This lovely vision was wearing overly large sunglasses that hid her eyes and about half her face, which made it hard for me to determine just how old she was. Her skin was very white and was almost glowing in the bright sun. Her two piece bikini was navy blue with white polka dots and was about a size too small for her (b cup?) breasts. They looked bigger on her petite frame. The boy next to her looked to be about 9 or 10. “There’s a water fountain over there by the restrooms.” I wondered who said that before I realized it was me, and I was pointing in the general direction of what I was talking about. My voice had only cracked a little. Why was I nervous? She’s just a girl like any other, right? The kid just rolled his eyes a bit and said something about it being warm water. The girl looked at me and I could have sworn I saw her head move as if she were looking me up and down. She gave a soft smile and a thank you. I smiled in return, grateful for near daily workouts and healthy eating that gave me a solid stomach. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but she seemed demure, elegant and maybe even shy. She continued to stare at me with a bemused smile. I made a stupid remark about the long line. She lifted her head a bit as if she was about to say something and changed her mind. I was fixated on her full lips. They were slightly open and glistening. She looked like one of the movies stars that I could never remember her name. I was smitten. She turned away again and before the moment was lost I finally found my voice again. “I’m Jim.” My name isn’t Jim. No one calls me Jim. I don’t know why I said that. My middle name is James, so I figured that was close enough? What was wrong with me? Why was I acting like this? “Ronnie. This is my brother Alex.” She gestured to the boy, who was now sitting on the steps, waiting for the line to move, his double tube propped against the railing. We made some small talk for a few minutes. I finally eased up around her and made her laugh a few times. Every time she did I grinned like an idiot. I stared at her lips again. When she smiled, she grinned broadly, baring all of her teeth. Is it possible she had too many teeth? We talked about the long line, the heat, the other rides in the water park and she lived about 20 minutes away in the same city as me. Alex was lightening up as well. He stopped whining about having something to drink and seemed eager to talk about all the rides they had been on today. Ronnie obviously took some pride in her younger brother and spoke highly of his academic achievements and their close relationship. I thought that was nice and indicative of a healthy sibling relationship … very unlike my own tumultuous relationship with my sister. We finally got to the top and I found myself liking Ronnie even more than before when I was simply lusting for her. She was sweet, funny, mature. She seemed to like talking to me too, but still hadn’t taken off her sunglasses. Very Jackie O. “Oops. Sorry. Must be this tall to ride.” The attendant at the top stopped Alex. Ronnie spoke up. “No, He’s riding with me.” “No, he’s got to ride with with someone over this height.” He waved his measuring stick, Ronnie was a bit short for that. Her legs seemed long and out of proportion with her torso, but she wasn’t quite five feet. “I’ll ride with him.” I spoke. The attendant shook his head. “But she’s not tall enough to ride alone.” It went back and forth like that for a few moments as Ronnie and I took turns trying to convince him to just let us go. Maybe we should have let the people behind us go ahead, but I was trying to pressure him to just let us go. I asked if all three of us could go in one double tube and he finally caved in. Alex squealed and quickly jumped in the front of the tube and I sat in the back. Ronnie stood over me and grinned. I melted at her smile and then my heart stopped for a moment as I realized what she was about to do. I had incorrectly assumed she and Alex would sit on the front. Facing the entrance to the slide she put a foot on each side of the tube and then slowly lowered herself onto my lap. Maybe she even did it seductively? I wasn’t sure, but my fantasies about this girl were getting out of control. She sat right on my crotch and I had nowhere to go. It was at once extremely hot and extremely awkward. A virtual stranger on my lap? I loved this. Ronnie leaned back, and softly whispered a thank you in my ear as we began to shove off. Her breath was light and gave me goosebumps all along my arm. I immediately felt myself begin to get hard and I knew the cool water wasn’t going to keep it down. Ronnie pushed her cute little behind into my groin again as she tried to help shove us off. I bit my lip to keep from groaning. Alex was already squealing as we finally entered into the darkened tunnel. We started zooming down, banking the curves and all three of us were screaming. This epic slide was faster than you would think was safe. We must have been going 50 miles an hour and it felt like a hundred. I released my grip on the handles and moved my hands to Ronnie’s waist, slightly pushing her buttocks into me and onto my now fully hard dick. She let out a long “ahhh” that could have been sexual, or was my imagination running completely wild? Just before the light at the end of the tunnel, we took a hard bank and all three of us spilled out of the tube and then out of the slide. We were in the pool at the end before we even knew what happened. I came up for air with the two of them and saw them beaming. Alex was going on about how “freaking awesome” it was and Ronnie was now dripping wet with a big smile plastered on her face. She was so unbelievably sexy, standing there in the water with her wet hair dripping down. Her glasses had fallen off and I spotted them in the bottom of the pool. I picked them up and handed them to her, but not before getting a good look at her. She may have been a bit younger than I thought. If I had to guess, with the sunglasses on I had her pegged at maybe 22. Now that I could see her eyes, I was thinking quite a bit younger. 18? Maybe? But what gorgeous eyes. They almost seemed too big, as if she was a Japanese hentai character. We got out of the pool together and the two of them seemed to be waiting on me to put the tubes away. When I got back they were still amped up. “Come on, let’s go find a water fountain.” Ronnie said, but made no move to leave. Against every better judgement I had in my brain, I said “You know what? I’ll buy us some frozen lemonades.” I started to walk away and kind of noticed out the corner of my eye that the kids were having some kind of whispered argument. “Is that alright?” I asked. “Um … yeah.” Ronnie grabbed Alex’s hand and skipped over to me. She stood in front of me, stopping me from continuing to the drinks vendor. Her sunglasses were up on her head now and she was staring me in the eye. I was a bit unnerved and then I realized I was still wearing my sunglasses. What was she doing? Was she was looking into my soul? She seemed satisfied and then with her free hand, grabbed mine and dragged Alex and I to the ICEE stand. I ordered our drinks and paid with the wad of cash I had in my zippered bathing suit. I was grateful I remembered to pick up some extra before coming here because I had nearly forgotten how expensive the amusement park could be. We sat on a bench in the shade and as we finished up our drinks, they were still kind of milling about. They were having some kind of whispered argument and the Ronnie came closer. “Alex is going to go do his thing and I thought we could go to the wave pool? He’ll meet us there in a while when he’s done.” I thought Alex might be too young to be by himself, but really, what could possibly happen to him here? What with security everywhere. And Ronnie … Ronnie had one hundred percent of my attention. She was … perfect. Trouble, yes. But perfect. “Yeah … yeah, that sounds good.” I replied and Alex took off while Ronnie and I started the walk to the pool. I was getting butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t possibly be misreading this situation, but I wonder what she was thinking? Did she like older guys? Not that I knew how old she was. But at 28, I was a good 85% sure I was out of her immediate age group. When we got close to the wave pool, Ronnie grabbed my hand and started pulling me with her. People glanced up as we cut our way through the crowd. My eyes were straight on her cute little bubble butt and I wanted to reach out and grab it. When we were about halfway in the pool she had to start doggy paddling and I was still walking. She kept swimming deeper and deeper into the water. A big part of me knew this was a huge mistake. I should leave before anything happened. But what would happen? I barely know this girl, and I’m sure things wouldn’t get out of hand as long as we stayed in public. At about 5 feet, I was still standing and she turned around, smiled and wrapped her wiry legs around my waist so I could keep her afloat. They felt so smooth on my skin and I gripped her lower back before I started to paddle with Ronnie locked onto me. She started squealing as I struggled to get the rhythm of the waves that were crashing into us. After a few moments I had it timed so I was pushing off the bottom of the pool in time and keeping our heads above water. Ronnie was loving this. She was laughing and smiling as her arms wrapped around my neck. She was lovely as she looked around waiting for the next wave to hit and then shrieking. The alarm sounded and the waves quickly started to subside. That’s when Ronnie looked at me and kissed me quickly on the lips. It happened so fast I was stunned. This was my moment to walk away from this situation and this gorgeous girl. Everything in my head was screaming that this was a mistake I needed to fix immediately. She looked at me and bit the corner of her full, luscious lips, but watching my reaction out of the corner of her eye. “I’m sor--” She started to say before I pushed my lips against hers and felt her small mouth open up. Our tongues intertwined for a moment before I broke it off to look at the people around us. God only knows what they, or the lifeguards thought. But no one seemed to be noticing. A lot of them were flocking out of the pool now that the waves died. She was looking at my lips. She wanted to kiss me again. She wanted more. Oh my god there was no way this was going to end well. I’m not this type of person. I’m a better man than this, I told myself as I crushed my lips onto hers. Now that the waves ended, she settled her hips to a more comfortable location -- namely right on top of my raging hard on. I groaned a bit and gently tried to push her away. “We can’t …” I said, breaking the kiss. “All these people.” She didn’t say anything and moved in closer for another kiss. I obliged. What would the lifeguards think, seeing a late-twenties guy with a young woman making out in public? Surely there were rules about PDA in a family park. Surely they’ll whistle at us and tell us to knock it off. I moved us closer to the wall of the pool, trying to stay out of the line of sight of the lifeguards and keeping my lips locked on Ronnie’s. I gently nibbled on her lower lip and she gasped. I couldn’t help myself. My hands were all over her body, feeling every muscle of her tight supple body. We didn’t break our kiss. Her hips were grinding on me, on my hard cock. With every motion, with every kiss it became harder to stop her until I just … couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. As much as I knew what a mistake this was, I also knew I had no control over myself. It wasn’t just lust or my out of control libido. It was her. I didn’t care who saw or what they thought. There was just me and her in this ocean of water. This was … bliss. Ronnie was an excellent kisser, but I could detect some inexperienced and some hesitation on her part. Like she didn’t know what she was supposed to do next. But her arms finally unwrapped themselves from my neck and she very slowly moved her hand along my chest and moving lower and lower. This was going way too far in way too public a place. But what could I do? At the same time I was thinking this was the hottest thing ever. I felt her tug at the string around my shorts and she very quickly reached in and started grabbing my stiff prick. She somewhat violently tugged at it and I winced. I gripped her wrist and was about to correct her when the alarm sounded and scared the bejesus out of me. The waves were about to start again. Ronnie gave me an awesome smile, her eyes were locked with mine in a gaze I never wanted to break. She turned around so her back was against my chest and I was holding her around the waist. I kept my knees bent a bit so she had a bit of a seat as the waves started up and I started pushing us off the floor of the pool again. Her hands reached behind her as she tried to keep herself stable by pressing my back to her. Near the back of the pool there was one area that didn’t have the same sized waves as the rest of the pool. It was a bit more isolated, but there was still dozen of people around screaming and laughing. “Do you want me to move us into the waves?” I whispered in her ear. She shook her head no, her wet hair splashing me and pushed her butt into my dick a bit more. I put my second hand around her waist and kissed her ear, as we fell into the rhythm of the waves again. Up and down, up and down. My hardon loved the gentle motions and Ronnie’s crotch pressing down on it every time I pushed from the bottom of the pool. As we were underwater, I reached my hand up and grabbed a handful of her perfect breasts. Very firm, and I could feel her very hard nipples. She moaned and leaned her head back into my shoulder and I kissed her neck, letting my tongue press into her making her squirm. I needed this girl. Nothing was going to stop me. My right hand slipped lower across her belly and into her bikini bottoms. I stopped for a quick moment just to see if she would stop me but her eyes were closed like she was taking a nap as we bobbed along in the water. Up and down, up and down. I pressed my finger into her pussy lips. Brushing up against her clit as I felt the smallest, tightest pussy in my life. The heat and slickness of it wasn’t lost in the cool pool water. I moaned into her ear. This was too much. She was so wet and ready for this. To the bystander, it might have looked like my kid sister or niece was simply enjoying the waves. But underneath the water my hands were feeling everything. I slipped my left hand under her bikini top and was playing with her long and hard nipple. With my right I was slowly fingering her and pushing my middle finger deeper into her. My dick was grinding into her covered butt. The buzzer sounded again and the waves stopped. People streamed out of the deep end again and left us bobbing peacefully in the water. “Are you okay?” I asked, with my finger going into her up to the second knuckle. She moaned blissfully. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the pool wall. I moved my hand out of her top, but kept gently fingering her. The minutes passed and I opened my eyes every now and again and the lifeguards were paying us no mind. I would kiss her on the cheek, or the ear or the neck and kept pumping my finger into her. My mind was racing all over the place. I needed to fuck this girl. I was about to explode as it is and I couldn’t think of anywhere in the park to go. Without opening her eyes her right hand reached between us and she went back into my shorts. She was trying to pull them down. I stopped her and told her to wait until the waves started again. So she very slowly stroked me, better this time, more gentle. She was rubbing her small hand around the tip, feeling me and grazing her fingertips on my shaft. The buzzer sounded again and she wasted no time in getting my shorts down a bit. I could feel my cock spring free and kept my shorts around my thighs. I didn’t want to lose them in the pool or pull them down too far. She seemed to have woken up from her reverie and turned around to face me again. My finger slipped out of her. We kissed. I pulled her closer to me I wanted her. I needed her. I’m not sure I ever felt so passionate ever before in my life. My cock was pushing against her bikini bottoms, bumping up on her clit. We bobbed in the water, up and down, up and down. It was killing me not to be inside her. I pulled her tighter and moved my hand underneath to move her bathing suit out of the way. I left her bottoms on her foot and wrapped it around her ankle a few times. When I was satisfied she wouldn’t lose them in the water, I turned my attention back to her. She was still straddling my waist and my cock instinctively pushed against her warm opening. She stopped kissing me and moving. She had a very serious look of concern on her face. Did she want to stop? I almost couldn’t care less. This needed to happen. “... Okay?” I asked, pleading with my eyes. I started to push into her. “Just … go slow.” She gently whimpered as I slowly pushed the head of my dick into her. I didn’t think my penis would even fit in such a tight pussy. She dug her nails into my back and I had her wrapped up and as close to me as she could be. The heat eminating from her was amazing. I began pistoning into her. Just the head at first and as her warm juices began to flow even more. A few more strokes and I was all the way in her. I had never felt anything so tight and warm and beautiful on my cock before. I kissed her as we bobbed in the water up and down up and down. She stopped her smiling ways and was looking at me with complete seriousness. Every time I pushed into her all the way she let out a grunt. Her eyes were piercing into me again, begging me to continue. I was in her. I was fucking her. I was going to cum inside her. She was so tight, so wet, so beautiful and perfect. I almost didn’t have any control. My orgasm came up on me so quick. I just started spurting in her. I thrust as deep as I could as I flooded her with every ounce I had. Was she on birth control? I didn’t care. She didn’t even know my name. As I started going limp inside her, I felt like a tool. Was that even enjoyable? I last a minute. Maybe two. In the post-orgasm clarity the reality of what just happened came flooding to me. I took my dick out of her and pulled my shorts up. I looked around at all the people around me. I thought I saw some old guy looking at me with a look of disgust. I looked away. What the fuck was I thinking?! I had trouble meeting Ronnie’s gaze and when I did she looked at me with a blank stare. This was so awkward now. “I’ve … I got to get going.” She was still so gorgeous and pure. I kissed her. She barely kissed back and didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I started swimming away between the groups of people. My mind reeling. She was 18 right? She had to be. But I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know, did I? What was this darkness that engulfed me so suddenly? I wondered if the police would be waiting for me as I left the pool. Did the lifeguards know? God what just happened was so hot, so surreal. I pushed my way out of the pool, hightailing it around the corner so I could get my thoughts together. Was she following me? I didn’t think so. Plus it was so crowded I didn’t think she’d be able to find me effectively. I stopped at the restroom, going inside to collect my thought. As I walked in, I noticed a red stain on my shorts. Blood? She was a virgin. Oh my god. I felt like scum. I felt like complete scum. No one deserves to lose their virginity that way. With someone they didn’t even know. I pulled off some paper towels and began furiously rubbing the stain. Was it that noticeable? People were looking at me strangely as they filed in and out of the bathroom. “ICEE.” I shrugged and grinned. I needed new shorts. I wanted out of this reminder of what just happened. Of how animalistic I was towards a fucking virgin. Luckily there was a surf shop that sold all your water park needs at the entrance of the water park. I made my way over as quickly as I could, looking over my shoulder every now and again for Ronnie, Alex or security. I picked out the first shorts I saw and walked over to the register with them. I opened my zippered pocket on my bathing suit and reached in to feel … nothing. No cash. No drivers licence. No cards. Did Ronnie somehow …? I threw the bathing suit down and ran out of the store. I was frantic. I was wild. My mind was moving a million miles a minute. I stopped to calm myself. To get my breathing back under control. It’s okay. It wasn’t the money. A couple hundred dollar bills, a couple twenties. Maybe $500 in all. So what? It didn’t matter, I told myself. But I had to get out of here. I walked over to the rented cabanas, which sat next to a quiet pool for those who desired a more relaxing time in the sun. My gorgeous, wonderful fiancée Isabella was laying out, being entertained by half a dozen guys who were trying to impress her, no doubt. This was fairly typical scene for me any time I left her alone. I came up and kissed her on the lips and she introduced me to her new guy friends. As usual they shook my hand, hung around for a minute and then walked away. We talked about the slide and I told her the lines were long and I had walked around for a bit. “We should get going baby.” I told her. I was still scared of the police, security and possibly seeing Ronnie or Alex again. My heart was pounding. We packed up and as we were walking in the parking lot my lovely bride-to-be pointed out the blood stain on my shorts. “Oh … the guy who went before me on the slide cut himself on one of the rivets. That slide is really dangerous!” I said as we got into the car and cranked up the air conditioning. “Oh, God I needed that.” Isabella remarked referring to our day together before resuming our work week. She was rubbing her shoulders and checking out her tan in the vanity mirror. “I’m so glad we decided to do this, Honey Dick.” “Me too, Sugar Tits. Me too.” When we finally got on the highway home I finally allowed myself a sigh of relief and a smile.

What Mommy Doesn’t Know Will Fuck Her NOTE 1: A special thanks goes to Estragon for his copy editing work! What Mommy Doesn’t Know Will Fuck Her Until I read stories on Literotica, I had no idea how many sons had fantasies...or sometimes realities...of having sex with their Mother. I mean, it is not really a conversation one has with their buddies. Imagine this: "Dude, you know who I would really like to fuck?" "Anyone who moves, I imagine." "True. But do you know who my most constant late night focus of my daily stroke-fest sessions?" "Beth, the head cheerleader?" "She's in the top five, no doubt." "Well, who would be number one then?" "Promise you won't judge?" "No." "Seriously, this is really embarrassing." "Fine, I promise not to ridicule you too bad." "My Mom." "That's not so bad. I was expecting Big Bertha or Old Woman Burgess. First, your Mom is ridiculously hot and second I have stroked about my Mom many times." "You have?" "Of course, and my Mom is nowhere as hot as your Mom." "So it doesn't make me a freak?" "Oh it makes you a freak all right. A perverted little freak. But hey, at our age, every guy is a perverted little freak. Christ, even Hamlet supposedly had a thing with his Mother." ...... Anyway, the point is simple. The older I got the more obsessed I became with the thought of sleeping with my Mother. My fantasies shifted from cheerleaders and hot blondes to my forty-three year old blue-eyed, chestnut-brown-haired Mother. She didn't help any either. She was a real estate agent and always dressed-up in skirts and heels. Both of which had become fetishes of mine, probably because I grew up seeing them on the hottest woman I knew. I was a sixteen when I started giving my Mom foot massages after a day at work. She always kept on her stockings and my cock always rose when her stocking-clad legs were on my lap. She had to have known what it did to me, but she never let on and it never went any further then a son giving his Mother a gentle foot massage. She also knew she was still hot. She flirted with my friends and loved the compliments my friends threw at her. She was a MILF and she knew it, and she revelled in it. That said, I never thought I would have the chance to do more than just her feet...and then Halloween occurred. Every Halloween my parents got dressed up as a sweet couple and went to some big party. Every year you could see their excitement for the big day. Mom's creative juices always came alive for Halloween too. She always designed and made the costumes, often starting months in advance. I can't recall all the outfits but do remember a few: Bonnie and Clyde with Mom dressed as a very hot flapper girl (Mom looked stunning in fishnets and the cute bob haircut), Fred and Wilma Flintstone, which had my dick thinking Bam Bam all night (to this day I still have a photo of Mom as Wilma hidden under my bed for stroke sessions), her fifties theme icons, Marilyn Monroe and James Dean (which I also have a picture of hidden for play time), and last year she was Princess Leia while Dad was Luke Skywalker (that kept my light-sabre erect for months). This year they were going as Beauty and the Beast. As always, Mom refused to reveal her costume until Halloween Eve. Now I have always been a believer in destiny or fate. And it could only have been through destiny that the dominos would have fallen the way they did...giving me the perfect opportunity to fuck my Mother. First off, my Dad phoned at five o'clock to tell Mom that due to late bargaining (my Dad is a high powered mediator...the guy you hire to end long standing feuds), he wasn't going to make it home in time, although he might get in late enough to meet her at the party. Mom was furious, because this was a night she always looked forward to, and had put hours upon hours into making the costumes perfect. Although clearly mad at Dad, she still planned to go to the party. A couple of hours later, Mom came downstairs in her Belle costume. My cock was instantly stiff. I have always secretly thought Belle was the hottest cartoon character, in the same way I think Betty is easily the hottest Archie girl. But my Mom dressed as Belle, in the blue dress, her hair exactly the same and the darkest brown pantyhose I have seen, other than Hooter's waitresses, was the sexiest moment of my young life. I did what I always seemed to do when talking to Mom. I complimented her. "Wow, Mom, you could be the real life Belle. This is your best costume yet." "You think so?" she asked, smiling and posing rather seductively. "I know so. Dad would have loved it." My Mom's smile faded. "I can't believe he ditched me, for a transportation union of all things." "I'm sure he will make it back." She shrugged, gave me a kiss on the cheek, like she always did. And she was off. All the stars lined up perfectly. Even the fact I was home in the first place was a long string of fateful moments. Now usually I go out to a Halloween party as well, but truthfully just didn't feel like it. I had been dumped a couple of weeks before by my girlfriend of eight months, Pamela, and didn't really want to see her. So I was watching “Halloween” for the umpteenth time when the phone rang. "Is your Mom still home?" dad asked. "She left an hour ago," I replied. "Shit," he swore, "was she mad?" "Think PMS time cubed and you may be close," I warned. "Double shit," he cursed, "I tried her cell and she didn't answer." I walked over to the kitchen and saw it sitting in the charger. "She wouldn't. It is being charged." "Triple shit," he swore, knowing he was indeed in deep shit. After a pause, "Well, can you leave her a note? This is going to be an all-nighter." "Shit," I repeated, which got a nervous chuckle. Mom was sexy, and caring, but you never wanted to be on her bad side. "I better get her some flowers," he rationalized. I noticed an address on a pad of paper in my Mom's handwriting and assumed that was where she was headed. "Better be a whole garden. This year’s costumes were her best yet." We said our goodbyes and I returned to watching TV. About ten minutes later, a light bulb in my head flickered. A few seconds later the light bulb shoned bright as the sun. I went upstairs into my parents’ room. Lying on the bed was Dad's Beast costume. I put it on and was shocked at how comfortable the costume was. My Mom had thought of everything as it even had two battery-powered mini-fans in it to keep you cool. I also noticed that she had created a velcro opening at the privates, so you could rake a piss without completely taking off the costume. I looked in the mirror. No one would have a clue it was me. I was the same height as my father; I had the same blue eyes as my father; and I had the same voice as my father. I went downstairs, grabbed the address, jumped into Dad's Mercedes and drove to the party. I arrived at the party a few minutes after eleven and was met at the door by my Mom's best friend Gloria, dressed in a Snow White costume. Her face brightened when she saw me. In her usual giddy voice, she said, "Thank God, you are here Ted, Alexis is really mad at you." "I know," I acknowledged, "That's why I hightailed it here." "She's had a few glasses of wine and you know how she gets when she gets into her wine," she warned me. Thinking about the few times I have seen my Mom intoxicated, usually on New Year's Eve, I recall my Mom bring extra touchy feely and very flirty, even with me. The sexual innuendo isn’t remotely subtle. I responded, vaguely, "Tell me about it." Gloria, another of my MILF stroke fantasies, took my hand and led me into her house and downstairs into her party room. There were a dozen people there, all people I recognized from many of my parents’ gatherings. It also seemed to be a Disney Princess themed party. The dark skinned Elma, who worked in real estate with my Mom, was ridiculously hot, dressed as Mulan. Mom's assistant, the chunky, but very pretty Cassidy, was wearing a too-tight Cinderella costume, but the blonde wig really brought out her blue eyes and dimples. The wife of Dad's partner, a trophy wife twenty years younger than him, was dressed as Ariel with mermaid legs and everything. Her vibrant red hair and hypnotic green eyes stood out even more in her mermaid costume. My dick was so stiff I desperately wanted to give it attention. My Dad's best friend's wife, Katie, six months pregnant, was dressed as Sleeping Beauty. She looked incredibly uncomfortable in the ill-fitting costume. Wearing the always hot Jasmine outfit was my Mom's old college roommate, the big-busted high school teacher, Ellie. Whenever Mom and her got together they were incredibly touchy feely and I had many stroke fantasies of them in college munching on each other's cunts. When they are together they talked like drunken sailors and hint at a time when they were really crazy. Right now, my Mom, still in her fucking hot Belle costume, was sitting on Ellie's lap and giggling drunkenly. Her face was flushed in the same way Pamela was when she was horny from me fingering, licking or fucking her pussy. I couldn't see Ellie's hand and I wondered hopefully that my sick imagination was right. Just then one more girl walked in from the bathroom. My mouth dropped. It was our locally famous weather girl Miranda Collington. Dressed as Jessica Rabbit, who I don't think is a Disney princess, but who the fuck cares. Dressed in black thigh highs and I think five inch pumps, I looked at her and was weak at the knees. Miranda had been local weather girl since she was eighteen, back in 1988. She was famous for her long legs which were always, and I mean always, in pantyhose, which was pretty common in the eighties, but was incredibly rare in 2011. Like my Mother, she was a constant focus of my stroke sessions. Distracted by the sight of Miranda, I barely noticed when Gloria announced my arrival. "Look who has graced us with his presence." Everyone looked up and I was greeted warmly. My Mom got off the gorgeous Ellie and staggered towards me. She fell into me and hugged me tight. She slurred slightly, "You made it, honey." Attempting to sound just like my Father, I replied slyly, "Baby, I never planned to miss this." She grabbed my hand and whispered into my ear, "You are soooooo lucky you showed up, Ellie has me so fucking horny." My cock flinched at hearing my MILF Mother talking so slutty and confirming a long held assumption and stroke fantasy. Pushing the envelope, I asked, "How did she get you so horny, honey?" Mom just shrugged. Stunned by Mom's forwardness, I asked, "So what is the plan now?" Before my Mom could answer, with so many nasty possibilities spinning in my head, Gloria announced, "Charades time." My Mom smiled and said, "I guess your blow-job will have to wait." She gave a quick subtle squeeze of my already stiff and eager cock and wiggled away. My Mom sat back with Ellie and padded the couch implying I should join her. I obeyed, like an obedient puppy dog, sitting beside my Mom, who was back on Ellie's lap. I hummed and hawed whether I should put my hand on my Mom's silk stocking legs. The decision was made for me a minute later when Mom grabbed my hand and put it on her nylon leg. I had touched and massaged her nylon feet many times, always fantasizing of my hands being on her thighs and now it was happening. I just sat back and enjoyed the moment. The game started and it was couples. I vaguely watched as the other couples acted things out. When it was our turn, Gloria called me up and handed me a card, I looked at it. Mine was a quote: ‘two heads are better than one.’ I was happy to get an easy one. As soon as my time began I went to work and Mom quickly got it right. My Mom slyly added, her tone dripping in sexual innuendo, "I always thought two, even three, heads were better than one." Everyone laughed and Mom winked at me. The wink and hearing my Mother use such innuendo, made me want her even more. Ellie got up to go to the washroom and I sat back down beside my Mommy princess and she repositioned herself in such a way that she was leaning on me at an angle that completely hid what she was about to do. She slipped her hand inside my costume and fished my cock out of my underwear. I thought I might come right then, but luckily I didn't. She gave me an odd look and said, "Interesting." I asked, suddenly nervous, "How so?" There was a long silence where my Mom seemed to space out before asking me, seemingly sincere, as she gave a solid how-do-you-do squeeze, "Did I get you that hard, Baby?" Without hesitation I confirmed, "It's all you Alexis." Her smile went wide and she began to slyly and unknowingly give her son a hand job. "Baby, your cock is so fucking hard." She kept her hand slowly playing with my cock until Ellie returned to the couch. Mom gave one last squeeze before whispering, "We aren’t done here, baby." I tried to calm down, my head spinning from the fact Mom was just playing with my cock. The next few minutes I watched others play charades and, now more confident, put my hand back on my Mom's thigh. I moved my hand up and down, gently, the touch of her pantyhose covered legs the ultimate tease. The sensual tease continued until it was Mom's turn to act. As soon as she looked at the card she laughed and gave me a wink. This led to yet another twitch down below. As soon as the time began, she made the film symbol and fell to her knees and crawled towards me. It was incredibly erotic. Once she got to me, she stood up and started dirty dancing in front of me. I was so in awe of my Mom's naughty moves I forgot we were playing a game. Her ass ground on my lap and I whimpered in pleasure. Suddenly the answer was obvious and I shouted-moaned Dirty Dancing. She stood up, squeezed my cock with her hand slyly, and flirted, "I hope you are ready for some dirty fucking, baby." One of the guys high-fived me after that comment and Mom leaned into me and whispered, "Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in a couple of minutes." My MILF Mom walked away and I took a deep breath. If I wanted, I could fuck my Mom. The majority of me was screaming 'Go for it', while my conscience reminded me she was my Mother and drunk and unaware that I was not her husband. My cock-head doing the thinking for me, I felt myself standing up and heading to the bathroom. At the door, I took one last deep breathe, one last brief hesitation, before I knocked on the door. Mom immediately opened the door and pulled me in. She smiled, making her even more beautiful and dropped to get knees. I watched, frozen in shock, while she pulled my fully-erect cock out of my the very convenient Velcro opening and took it in her mouth. While I enjoyed the best blow-job of my young life, I pondered the obvious fact that Mom thought she was sucking her husband’s cock. I tried to get my head wrapped around this stunning development, but it was very difficult with Mom’s lips wrapped around my cock. Pamela never gave me head for more than a couple of minutes, so Mom’s eager blow-job was amazing. I just watched from above as my beautiful Mom bobbed up and down on my cock, devouring my dick whole. After only a couple of minutes of constant deep-throat cocksucking, I could feel my balls bubbling, I warned, "I'm going to come soon." She took her luscious lips off my cock and smiled, "Do you want me to swallow it Baby or would you like to jerk off and shoot your cum on my face?" I couldn't believe the choice I was just given. I had come in a couple of girls’ mouths, but had never had a chance to be a part of every guy's fantasy, the porn movie finale. I mumbled like a first time teenager, worried I could have given myself away, "Can I come on your face?" She smiled, "Tell me when you are close, Baby." She took my cock back in her mouth and bopped back and forth, even with more reckless abandon than before. She sucked my cock furiously fast, seemingly desperate to get me off. It didn't take long before my balls were boiling and I moaned, "I'm gonna come soon." She took my cock out and jerked me off with her left hand. Her nasty words both shocked me and led to my final vision, "Come on, Baby, shoot that hot cum of yours all over my slutty face. Come on me, Baby, coat my face with your hot cum." I spasmed, and shot a pretty large load all over my Mom’s beautiful face. My cum landed on her hair, her forehead, her nose and her chin. Once I finished spraying her face, she took my cock back in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, my cock was still fully erect. She took my cock out of her mouth and smiled, while standing back up, "Fuck I love your cock, baby." I replied, shocking myself, "And I love your cocksucking lips." She said, "We better get back, Baby. But when I get you home you owe me a good tongue lashing." I stammered, "O-o-of course," while pushing my still erect cock into my costume. Mom asked, while trying to clean my cum from her face, "Still hard, honey. What has got into you? You’re like your old 18-year-old self." Wanting to end this conversation before she caught on to what she had just did, I answered, "You bring out the best in me, Honey," and opened the door, leaving her to finish freshening up. Returning to the party, all eyes looked at me. I went and grabbed a drink from the bar and Ellie came up behind me and whispered, "Fuck Ted, I was so close to seducing your wife." "What?" I asked, confused by the proclamation. "I am going to fuck her again one day, Ted, that is a promise," she guaranteed, before walking away and going directly to my Mom. The next hour was excruciating. All I wanted to do was get home and hopefully fuck my Mom. Instead we played bobbing for Barbie parts and actually, believe it or not, attempted to do the Thriller dance as a group, which was either damn funny or ridiculously absurd, depending on how you looked at it. Finally, my Mom, who had ignored me for the rest of the night, came over to me all flirty and asked, "So big boy, are you ready to take me home?" I briefly flinched, as big boy was the name she called me when I was young. I stammered, "L-l-let's go." She winked at me and said, "I'll meet you at the car in five." She gave my still rigid cock a squeeze and went to say her goodbyes. I did my thirty-second byes and waited outside. Each second felt like an eternity as I waited for my Mom to come and be an unknowing accomplice to incest. Finally, she arrived and instead of getting in the car, grabbed my hand-paw, and led me to the back-yard. As soon as we were in a secluded spot, she lay on the grass, lifted up her skirt and begged, "Get down here, Baby, I need to come so fucking bad and I want that expert tongue munching on my pussy.” She pulled her pantyhose apart ripping them open to reveal she was not wearing underwear, and I was now staring at my Mom’s cunt. Realizing this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I tried to make every fantasy I ever had come true. Instead of diving into her glistening shaved pussy, with a sexy trimmed patch above, even better than I ever thought it would look, I took off her heels and took her stocking-covered foot into my hand and began to give her one of my famous foot massages. After I started doing it, I worried she would realize it was her son and not her husband. She moaned, "Oh Baby, that is so nice." Instead of talking, I lifted my head off just enough so I could take her stocking-clad toes in my mouth. Something I had fantasized doing to my Mother so many times. "Oh my Baby, that feels so fucking good," my Mom purred, her breathing changing slightly. I spent a few minutes kissing, licking, nibbling and massaging my mother’s perfect silk-covered feet before I slowly moved up her leg, my tongue moving up, ever so softly, wanting this fantasy-come-true to never end. I reached her pussy, her scent giving away her excitement. My tongue grazed her clit and she involuntarily shook. She begged, "Please Baby, lick my cunt. I need to come so fucking bad." It took all my willpower to resist the temptation to bury my face in her pussy. Instead, I continued past her pussy and continued down her other leg. "Damn you, Baby, you are fucking driving me nuts," she whined. I smiled to myself and took her left foot in my hand and mouth. She moaned again and her begging turned to desperate pleading. "Please, that feels so good, you have got me sopping wet, baby. I need you so bad." No longer able to resist, I crawled between the legs of my beautiful Mother and buried my face in her pussy, as good as one could with a Beast head on. It was awkward, and slightly uncomfortable, but there was no way I was stopping licking the cunt I had fantasized for years. Her taste was heavenly and I used my abnormally wide tongue, something genetic I had got from my Father, and licked her puffy pussy lips. Her moans were loud and her body spasmed from my touch. Her juices flowed excessively like a constant stream. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she screamed, "Oh my God Baby, I fucking love your tongue. Shove your finger in, baby." I obliged her request slipping not one, but two fingers in her gaping cunt. As soon as my fingers were inside her beautifully tight cunt, she got overly animated, "Oh fuck, Baby, finger-fuck my box. Make me come all over your fingers." I pumped her pussy with two fingers while sucking and licking her clit. I felt her legs stiffen and knew her orgasm was imminent. I took my free hand and did something I saw on a porn movie last week. I slapped her clit with my hand. That was the final straw as she screamed "Yes, Baby, I'm coming, keep spanking your slut." Hearing her call herself my slut was surreally hot. I kept spanking and pumping till her orgasm finished its course. As soon as it had, she begged, "Fuck me Baby. Fuck me with that big hard cock of yours." It was like every fantasy I had ever had occurred in the same day. I quickly repositioned myself and slid my raging hard-on in her soaking wet cunt. It was heaven. Luckily, I had already come once or this would have been the shortest fantasy come true in history. She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me and pulled me deeper inside her oasis of pleasure. I leaned forward and awkwardly kissed my Mother. She shoved her tongue in my mouth for a sloppy and passionate kiss. Getting aggressive, she surprised the shit out of me when she flipped me over onto my back and straddled me. She engulfed my cock and began riding me, leaning forward so her still very impressive breasts were in my face, barely covered by the thin costume. I desperately wanted to rip her shirt off and suck on them, like I had so many years ago, but my stupid costume prevented the fantasy from becoming reality. Instead, I watched mesmerized at my gorgeous Mother riding my cock with eager enthusiasm. A few minutes of hardcore bouncing and I knew I was going to come. I mumbled through the costume, "I'm gonna come soon, Mo...." I caught myself just in time and attempted a cover, getting aggressive, “Where does my slut want my cum?” I was surprised once again when she continued riding my cock and begged, "Come in me baby, fill my cunt with your hot seed." Such nasty talk was the final straw and I exploded my cum into my perfect slut Mother, a long-lived stroke fantasy coming true. She continued riding my cock, my cum coating her pussy walls. Finally spent, she got off my cock and took me back in her mouth, cleaning my cock with her amazing lips, something no other girl had ever done. After a couple of minutes, she quit cleansing my cock and collapsed beside me. She looked into my eyes, well my costume eyes, and complimented, "You have always been an amazing lover, but tonight was a new high." “You bring out the best in me,” I slyly complimented. We lay there in silence for awhile before she suggested we head home. She left her vehicle at the party, as she was too drunk to drive and we went in my dad’s Mercedes. Half way home, I felt Mom’s hand on my leg and then fishing out my cock from my costume. I let out an involuntary moan when my cock, still hard, was released. I sped home, hoping to fuck my Mother one more time. For the remainder of the drive my Mother slowly stroked her son’s cock. Once in the garage, Mom asked, “You’re still hard, Baby, I can’t remember the last time you could get it up twice, never mind three times.” I replied, “It’s your costume, Baby, it has brought out the animal in me.” She laughed, “Now you’re being witty. What has gotten into you?” Feeling confident, “I don’t know, but I know what wants to get into you.” She giggled like a school-girl and purred, “You are such a bad boy.” “The baddest,” I confidently responded, getting out of the car and then going to the other side and picking up my Mother and carrying her in the house like the dominant man I currently felt. I carried her all the way to my parents’ bedroom and tossed her onto the king-sized bed. My Mother, clearly very horny, a strange smug smile on her face, her voice syrupy sweet, “Do you want Mommy to suck your big cock, again?” I gasped. She knew it was me. I stammered, “W-w-what do you mean?” “Oh, Curtis, did you really think I couldn’t tell the difference between my husband and son?” she asked, her voice still sexy, her hand reaching for my cock. I apologized, “I am so sorry, Mom. I didn’t come to take advantage of you. I came because you looked so upset that Dad wasn’t going to make it.” Her smile never faded as she began stroking my hard as rock cock. “Baby, don’t be sorry. I love your Dad, but he’s gone so much, and even when he is home, he can never keep up with my sex drive. But you....” She took my cock into her mouth and, unlike last time, slowly sucked my cock. She made love to my cock with her mouth, slow and gentle. It lasted a few minutes before she took my cock out of her mouth. She asked, coyly, “Do you want to see Mommy’s breasts?” “Y-y-yes,” I stammered. She slowly, seductively, pulled her small costume over her head, releasing her still firm breasts. I stared in perverse awe at my Mom’s perfect breasts. I was brought out of my sexual trance by my Mom attempting to take off my costume. “Well, son, don’t just stand there. Let’s get you out of that costume.” Through some fumbling and stumbling, I was finally free from my secret identity and now only in my underwear in front of my Mom. Suddenly self-conscious, my confidence washed away with the costume off. My Mom, maybe sensing my insecurity, built me back up, “Has my baby boy been working out lately?” In one sentence, my confidence was back. I replied, attempting to be funny, “Yeah, trying to buff up for the ladies.” She smiled, “Well, I know one lady you impressed.” Her hands pulled off my underwear. She pulled me back onto the bed and onto our lips finally touched. Soft and tentative at first, the kissing became passionate and eager. Time stood still as we kissed like two horny teenagers. Without words we collapsed onto my parent’s bed and ended up in my first ever sixty-nine. I was on my back my cock standing erect like a flagpole while my Mom straddled my face, her silk stocking-clad legs on each side of my head. Her glistening pussy lips were directly above me. I stared like one would a car crash, unable to look away. I felt my Mother’s hand getting a grip of her son’s cock and a few seconds later felt her mouth back on my cock, teasing my mushroom top. The slow rotating of her tongue around my cock was teasing heaven. I grabbed my Mother’s firm ass and pulled her down, her pussy now in my face and began licking. I savoured each lick, her sweet juice as addicting as any drug. As she got wetter, she began to get more aggressive on my cock. I lapped her juices like a man who had finally found water in a desert. I wanted to make Mommy come. I began to suck on her clit and pull it down and let it snap back. She took my cock out of her mouth and moaned, “Keep doing that Baby, Mommy loves that.” She kept her hand on my cock, but as I repeated the clit pull, her moaning began to get very loud and she got animated. “Oh yes, Baby, your making Mommy feel so goooood,” and “You are going to make Mommy come,” and finally her moans so loud that I thought she may wake the neighbours, “Fuck Curtis I’m coming. My son is making me commmmmmmmmmmmmme.” Her juices poured out of her pussy and onto my face and mouth. I continued lapping my Mom’s pussy, eager to receive every last drop of her juice. As soon as her orgasm subsided, she turned around, straddled my cock and engulfed it completely. Are eyes met and she smiled, “Do you want to suck on Mommy’s titties again, like you used to?” I moaned, her ass moving up and down on my cock, “Yes, Mommy.” She leaned forward, dropping her left breast into my mouth. I sucked on my Mom’s nipple and heard her moan from my touch. In this amazing position, my Mom fucked me forever. I moved from her left breast, to her right and back and forth while Mom continued to slowly milk my cock with her pussy. Somehow she tightened her cunt muscles around my cock, making it even tighter. She whispered, “I love fucking you, son. Your cock feels so good in my cunt. Do you like fucking Mommy?” I moaned, “I have wanted this forever, Mom. I have never felt such pleasure.” My mom smiled, “You know this is just the beginning, Baby. We are going to do so many naughty things. What do you think of Miranda?” “She is the second hottest woman I know,” I replied. “I better be the first,” she teased, beginning to ride me faster. “Mom, you are perfection personified,” I moaned. “Would you like to fuck Miranda?” my Mom asked. Surprised, I moaned, “Of course.” “She and I have been playing on the side for years,” my Mom revealed. “She is one amazing cunt muncher.” “No way,” I grunted, the revelation seemingly making my second greatest fantasy come true, not to mention the thought of my Mother as a lesbian was fucking hot. “Way,” she joked, “and she loves young cock. She can go all night long. She is like the energizer bunny, she fucks all night long.” “Oh my God,” I moaned, “I can’t believe it.” Mom began bouncing on my cock taking it completely and said, “Believe it stud. She is my little sex kitten and she will eagerly be your plaything too. Now tell me when you are close Baby, I want to taste your sweet load.” “Yes, Mommy,” I moaned. Watching her ride me like a complete slut, her breasts bouncing in sweet unison, my balls began to bubble in a few minutes and I warned, “I’m gonna come soon, Mommy.” Mom quickly got off and gobbled my cock whole, bobbing up and down clearly desperate to taste my seed. Her fast-paced bobbing was amazing and in less than a minute I was shooting my third load of the evening, the trifecta of coming: on her face, in her pussy and down her throat. Unlike most women, she swallowed my cum completely, and kept bobbing till long after the last drop had been extracted. Finally, she took my shrinking cock out of her mouth and collapsed beside me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. I whispered in her ear, “I love you, Mom.” She turned around and looked into my eyes, “Curtis, I love you too.” She kissed me again, sweet and gentle. She broke the kiss, looked back into my eyes and said, “I also love fucking you.” I chuckled, “I love fucking you too, Mom.” She let out a yawn and said, “Sorry Baby, you have fucked me to exhaustion. I need to crash. Will you stay in bed with me?” “Of course, Mom, I never want to let you go.” She turned back around and I held her tight. In a couple of minutes I heard her soft snores and I too faded into darkness knowing that everything had changed. The end... Continued in part two: What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again

Jan CHAPTER 2 JOHNNY I could hardly believe my luck. Here I was, slow dancing with Linda Ward, the hottest girl in the school! My right hand on her waist could feel the heat of her hip through her thin dress, while she held my left hand in her soft right one. I wasn’t leading though, she was. She was maneuvering the two of us deeper into the crowd of dancers I realized, far from the prying eyes of the teachers that were supposed to be chaperoning this high school dance. That was good, I figured. I was embarrassed by my huge hardening cock and hoped that the outline of it wasn’t showing through my silk boxer shorts and thin jeans. I didn’t dare look down to see what sort of tell-tale bulge was visible; that would just draw more attention to it. Ever since puberty my cock had been a problem. With all the girls around at school, it was hard at least half the time. I was always pointing it this way or that, down a pant leg or up under the waistband of my pants, trying to hide it. Suddenly Linda moved my left hand down to her right hip and firmly placed it there, then moved both of her own hands down to grab through my jeans both of my ass cheeks and pull my whole body firmly against hers. “Ooooh!” I exclaimed, stunned, as shock and lust coursed through me. Nearly as tall as I was in her heals, she drove her pubic mound against my enclosed stiff cock. Somehow she had zeroed in on my cock where it lay hidden down my left pants leg, as if she knew exactly where it was due to some primitive fucking instinct. Meanwhile she pressed her firm, ample tits against my chest, and breathed into my left ear. “How is that, Johnny,” she breathed hotly into my ear, before her wet lips closed on my earlobe. I could only moan in reply. I could feel the softness and heat of her body through the thin layers of summer clothing, almost as if we were dancing naked. I could feel the softness of her tits and the firmness of her nipples through the two thin layers of cotton that covered her and me; obviously she had no bra on. I could feel her cunt mound press against my cock and knew that she could feel the rock-hardness of it straining to burst through clothing and plunge itself into her moist hot cunt hole. “Grab my ass too,” she said huskily into my ear. “Feel my ass with both your hands, Johnny.” I was so stunned it took a moment for me to comprehend what she had said, but after assuring myself that the teachers couldn’t see us, I slowly moved both of my hands down from her waist to caress her firm ass through the tight dress. The material was so thin it almost felt like she was naked. “I’m not wearing any underwear, Johnny,” she explained, confirming my suspicions. “Do you like the feel of my tight, round ass? Do you like the feel of my hot juicy cunt rubbing against your hard cock?” “Ugggghh,” was all that I could breathe in reply, in a delirium of lust. Her thin dress came to only a few inches below her ass. The thought that this beautiful sex goddess was dancing virtually naked with me, and rubbing her hot body shamelessly against me, was driving me crazy. All of her was pressing against all of me, driving me crazy; it was just too much! I wasn’t even listening to the music any more, and we were just standing there dry-humping away at each other, oblivious of our surroundings. More than anything, I felt my cock press against her soft hot cunt-mound. It had poked through the opening of my boxer shorts, such that only my thin jeans and her much thinner dress separated it from her cunt. My rock-hard prick was pointed down atop my left thigh, but I bent my left leg slightly and pushed it up between her legs. She separated her legs to make room. My leg pushed the front of her dress up, such that now her bare cunt was separated from my hard cock by only the thin material of my light jeans. My hands gripped her ass cheeks more tightly and I pulled our two bodies together again, and again, and again, rubbing her mound in tight circles over the bulge in my pants, rolling my prick back and forth between my jeans and my smooth, silk boxer shorts. I thought of the folds of her hot wet cunt mashed and rubbing together and against her stiff clitoris, and I felt her dampness on my prick as her juices soaked through my bulging, stretching jeans. I thrust my cock using my ass muscles, moving my cock in a few inches forward and back, again and again, pounding her cunt. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” I grunted, as I rapidly approached orgasm. “Enough of that, you two,” said a stern voice, suddenly cutting through to what had been a lost level of consciousness, and Linda and I were firmly pried apart, as our classmates looked on and laughed. Clutching our shoulders firmly, big Mr. Reed, the Phys-Ed teacher, led us off the dance floor and out of the gym. “Find a car or a hotel room if you must, but take it somewhere else. Better yet, take a cold shower.” He closed the gym door, shutting us out of the dance. “Separate cold showers, I mean,” he added, before the door was totally shut. “Shit,” said Linda, in anger. “You got me kicked out of the damn dance, with your damned moaning and carrying on.” “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I replied. “Bull shit. I did three other guys before you tonight and none of them were dumb enough to freak-out like you did when they were getting off. Are you a retard or something?” “Fuck you,” I retorted, my anger suddenly building and my cock softening. What the hell? “Not a chance, Johnny boy,” she said, spinning on her heal and stomping away on amazing legs towards a group of girls that were gathered nearby, wiggling her magnificent, shapely, teasing ass at me as she strutted away, leaving me to ponder the mysteries of the female psyche. “Bummer,” said a voice behind me. It was Joey Martin, a casual friend. “Girls can be bitches.” “Hi Joey, what you doing out here?” “I ain’t doing shit out here, so I was trying to bum a ride home. Can you help me out?” I shrugged and signaled Joey to follow me, and we walked towards my old Ford. “I was hoping to drive Linda home, but I guess that ain’t happening. Where you live?” “A couple miles West, off Grant Avenue, next to the dirty book store.” “No shit? You ever been in there?” “Been in there? You kidding? My uncle owns the place.” “No shit!” I said, impressed. I had noticed the place and wondered about it. “Exactly what goes on in there, really? Is what they say true, about it being a fag hangout? It was Joey’s turn to shrug. “Fags, straight, bi, they all go there to get off.” “Gross! They get off right there in the store?” “Sure. My Uncle says his place performs a useful function in society, helping frustrated guys get their rocks off in his store instead of in their cars and causing accidents. You want to check it out for yourself?” I imagined racks full of magazines and DVDs with full color photos of naked babes. “I don’t know. I don’t want to get into trouble.” “Hey, you’re eighteen, right? It ain’t even illegal.” I was seventeen, but figured I could pass for eighteen. I even had a fake ID, if it came to that. Why not? “Sure. OK, I’d like to. But I don’t have much money.” “No problem. I’ll weasel some tokens out of my Uncle. Hey, you ain’t chicken, are you?” I laughed, or at least tried to. My cock was starting to harden again, just thinking about going to a sex store. “Of course not.” “So OK, let’s do it.” “OK.” I didn’t say much during the drive to the store. I was thinking about a lot of things that were happening to me lately, a lot of things that were driving me crazy with lust. There was Linda tonight of course, but she was just a small part of it. There were thousands of sexy girls all over the place, and they were all driving me nuts. In fact, one reason I agreed to check out the adult book store with Joey was that I was in no hurry to get home. My sister and my new step-mother were driving me crazy at home. My sister had been a problem for years. I loved her from a sibling standpoint but lately she was so damned sexy that I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to fuck her hot little body. Jan was as beautiful and sexy as even Linda or Heidi, and she let me know it. I had seen a lot of her body lately, and she had seen mine. Over the last couple of years there had been a lot of times when she caught me changing my clothes or getting out of the shower; it happened so often that I was beginning to suspect that she did it on purpose. Lately I had been staying out until she had gone to sleep, but even that didn’t help much. In the summer heat she slept practically naked. For years now, I had jerked off in my bed while watching her sleep. For the last few nights, I had gazed down at her sleeping body while I stood over her and jacked myself off, used my hand to pump my hard cock until it spurted hot cum into my other hand only inches from her lips or cunt. After all, I had to do something to get myself off, as I was almost always in a state of sexual arousal. A main reason for that lately was my other big problem at home: Heidi. Since returning from the honeymoon a month ago, my new mother in law flashed me peeks at her incredible tits and smoldering cunt at least once a day, and sent me other unmistakable come-on messages several times a day. Her eyes, her lips, her body language, everything screamed ‘fuck me’. I didn’t know what to do about it. She was only a few years older than me, but she was my step-mom for shit sakes! I didn’t want to do anything to trouble Dad; Dad hadn’t been so happy in years. My cock knew what it wanted to do about Heidi, however. All I had to do was think about going home and my big virgin prick became hard as a rock. No, I was in no big hurry to go home. If Joey wasn’t in the car with me, I would be jerking off right now as I drove; something I had done dozens of times to mellow out. I parked in front of Joey’s house; I didn’t want my car seen in the parking lot of an adult bookstore. As we walked towards store, I could feel my prick continue to harden in anticipation of what I might soon be seeing. I was also apprehensive, as despite Joey’s reassurances, I felt that I was doing something nasty and forbidden. Aside from a small neon sign that said ‘ADULT BOOKS AND VIDEOS; YOU MUST BE 18 TO ENTER’, the store was low-key. There were eight cars parked outside, but when we walked in, there were no customers in sight. Like I had figured, there were indeed rows of slick magazines and DVDs sealed in plastic wrappers. Given all the porn on the web, I couldn’t figure how any of this stuff got sold, but my eyes bulged, my jaw dropped, and down the left leg of my pants my prick hardened even further. If someone looked they would easily see it under my bulging pants, but there was nothing I could do about that. I had on occasion been lucky enough to ‘read’ a few soft-core sex magazines from drugstores, but they were nothing like this. On the covers of these magazines were full color pictures of naked women and men showing off open cunts and huge hard cocks. Some were fucking, right on the magazine cover! To top it off, from somewhere in back of the store I heard music and the moans and grunts of fucking. The sounds reminded me of home. “What you think Johnny? Great, right?” “Oh yah, sure,” I said, my throat dry and my cock hard. My jeans and underwear were still damp from Linda’s cunt juice. “You check out the cover art and I’ll get us some tokens. Then we can check out the booths.” Joey walked over to the counter, which I hadn’t even noticed until now. I followed him half way to the counter, trying to look casual. Dozens of DVDs and sex toys were on display there. Behind it stood a big, bored looking man, who stared sternly past Joey at me. “You eighteen kid? You got to be eighteen to be in here,” he threatened. “Sure he is Unk, this is my friend Johnny. Can we have some tokens Unk? We’re a little short on cash tonight.” “You’re always short on cash, Joey. I told you before, this is a business.” “I have some cash,” I volunteered, pulling my wallet out and stepping forward. “How much is it?” “A buck a token, kid.” “I’ll have four,” I said, emptying my wallet and uncrumpling my last four ones. The man laughed, glancing down at the bulge in my pants. “Here’s twenty kid; four ain’t gonna be enough for a horny young kid like you. Next time you bring more cash.” Joey held out his hand to his uncle. “Can we have a few more Unk? We’ve had a bum night.” “Ain’t my problem.” Joey led me towards the back of the store, past rows and rows of magazines. Several of the rows had what I assumed were gay magazines, since they had only men on the covers, with huge hard cocks that were spurting cum, or buried in other men’s mouths, or sunk half-way into male ass holes. I felt uneasy about looking at these pictures and having a hard-on, especially while I was with Joey. I didn’t want Joey to think I was a fag. Joey led us to an open doorway at the back of the store. Through the doorway stretched a long, dimly lit hallway. On either side of the hallway was a row of about ten doorways that opened into booths. Several doors were closed, solving the mystery of the missing customers, but other doors were standing ajar. Similar to lavatory stall doors, they had foot-high spaces at the bottom and top. Coming from the booths was the sound of several different triple-x rated videos; groans, moans and grunts came from everywhere. It was almost as bad as being home while Dad and Heidi went at it. Despite a flowery over-scent, the whole place smelled sweet from jizz. Joey ushered me into an empty both. Inside the tiny room was a big dark-screened TV that accepted tokens, a single straight-backed chair, a small trash can and a half empty roll of toilet paper on a wall dispenser. The purpose of the paper and trash-can was obvious. This was what Joey had meant by men getting off in here; customers were supposed to jerk-off while watching pay-per view sex movies. I even suspected that some of the grunts and moans that I heard around us were not from the videos. Glancing at the closed booth across the hall, I saw under the doorway a pair of sneaker-clad feet with a pair of shorts rolled down around the ankles. The feet were rocking slightly, probably in time with the man jerking himself off. As I stood there taking everything in, feeling both groused out and turned on, Joey dragged in a second chair from another both, closed the door and latched it, took the tokens from my limp hand and fed all of them into the TV. In a moment the 27” screen came alive with the larger than life close-up of a big, hard, black cock pushing in and out of the slick wet cunt of a shapely young blonde that grunted and moaned in ecstasy. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, she grunted, every time the cock slid into her up to the hilt, and pubic bones ground together, sweating black skin slapping audibly against white. My own cock strained to be free of the confining shorts and jeans that restrained it, and I wished Joey wasn’t with me. Joey sat down in one of the chairs and bent down to look through a hole in the wall that I hadn’t noticed before. The hole was round and about five inches across. “Hey, what the fuck is that?” I whispered to Joey. “Glory hole, buddy. Hey, check out the action next door.” Joey moved his face from the hole. I bent down and took a peek. “Shit!” I whispered. On the other side of the thin wall sat a naked middle-aged man, slowly jerking off an erect, bobbing cock as thick as his wrist and at least eight inches long. Suddenly the man stood up and moved towards the hole, and slowly stuck the cock through it, right in front of my face. “Damn!” I said, pulling away to keep it from poking him me the face. Still there was something hypnotically appealing about it though, and I licked my lips reflexively. What would the cock feel like in my mouth, I wondered? And what would lips feel like on my own cock? “Here Johnny,” said Joey, “I’ll show you how it’s done.” Joey bent down and gently licked the tip of the strange man’s giant rampant prick. Then he pursed his lips, opened his jaws wide, and slowly slipped the big cock-head into his mouth, sucking on it like a lolly-pop. “Ohhhhhhh, ugggh, ugggggggh,” could be heard coming through the wall. Shocked and totally groused-out, I stood up and moved away from them. I couldn’t believe it; Joey was a fucking fag, for shit sakes! I suddenly wanted out of there, or at least my mind did. But there was also a woman moaning and getting fucked in front of my eyes on the TV! My cock wanted to stay. My cock wanted to be jerked off and sucked. I felt frightened and confused, but mostly I was turned on. I looked for the door, but Joey’s chair was blocking it shut. Meanwhile, right in front of me Joey licked the man’s cock from end to end, and then popped it into his mouth, deep-throating him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as about eight inches of thick cock disappeared into Joey’s mouth, then reappeared again, as Joey established a slow in-out rhythm. Meanwhile Joey felt the man’s balls with one hand, and clutched at the bulge in his own pants with the other. On the TV, the fucking action accelerated. While I had been watching Joey suck cock, the pair on the TV had changed positions from missionary to doggie style. Now the blonde kneeled on her hands and knees on a big bed, sticking her perfect ass out at the young black stud that was reaming her cunt from behind. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” grunted the girl on the bed, each time the black man drove his huge hard cock into her pussy. She was young and reminded me of Heidi, except this girl was blonde. I could see the muscles ripple under the man’s dark skin, the cheeks of his ass tightening with each powerful thrust. “Yeh, egh,egh, egh,” grunted the man. “You like my black cock, white bitch?” With each thrust I could hear the black man’s sweaty thighs, balls, and belly slap against the blonde’s white ass. They suddenly switched cameras, and I was treated to another close-up of the huge black cock plunging in and out of the swollen, clutching cunt-hole. Shiny milk-like cunt juice dripped from her pink cunt-lips, and from the man’s slick black cock and swollen balls. A sloppy, sucking sound could be heard each time the prick was pulled half-way out and pushed in again. Without thinking, I unbuckled and unzipped my jeans, pushed down my jeans and briefs and with my trembling right hand reached for my cock, clutched it, and started sliding my grasping fingers over it. Mine was a huge, hard prick, ten inches long and as thick as the black cock on the TV screen that was pounding into hot slick pussy. From the lemon-sized reddish tip of my cock, a drop of pre-cum dripped. “OOOOH!” I said, relieved to be pumping my own cock once again. It felt so good! They cut to a shot taken from in front of the girl, who was suddenly screaming with orgasmic release. “Aaaaggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed loudly, eyes closed, mouth open, lips forming and ‘O’, and tongue rolling around inside her mouth. Her ample tits were hanging down, swinging and jiggling as the black stud still pounded into her cunt. Her trembling hands alternately scratched and clutched at the bed sheets. The camera moved lower, until it was looking along the length of her sweating body, past the swinging, dark nippled tits to glimpse the big slick black cock sliding into the wide-stretched, slick cunt-lips, and the big free-hanging black, hairy balls slapping against her. “Aaaaaghhh, aaaaaaghhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaghh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me! More, more, more, yeh, yeh, yeh, ugh, ugh, ugh! Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!” She opened her eyes and smiled as she came and at that moment I recognized her. Yes, different colored hair, but IT WAS HEIDI! I should have maybe shouted or something, but I couldn’t do anything at all except to continue to jerk off my prick, sliding my tightly clutched fist over my prick again and again as I watched my step-mother continue to be fucked by the black stud. “Ohhhhhhhhh,” Heidi moaned, “agh, agh, agh, agh, agh,” she grunted as the big black cock slammed into her juicy pussy harder and faster, sending shudders through her quaking, moaning body. Her beautiful tits were both swinging wildly now, until the man reached down and around her to grasp one of them in his big right hand and massage it as he fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her. “Mumph, mmuuuuu,” came a moan from close by, pulling my attention away from the screen. Joey had unzipped his own pants and pushed them down around his ankles, and was jerking himself off with one hand while he still sucked on the prick sticking through the glory hole in the wall. Joey’s prick was only about half as long as mine, and not as thick, but it was hard and smooth. Joey’s eyes were looking towards me, I noticed. While he sucked on the spit-wetted, bulbous tip of the big cock, Joey was watching me jack off! It somehow excited me immensely to know that someone was watching me jerk-off my cock. Others had caught glimpses of me naked, but this was the first time anyone had seen me jerking off my big, glorious prick. “MMM,” said Joey, motioning to me to move closer to him. Almost as if I was in some sort of trance, I stepped towards Joey, who reached out to grab my prick. “Uggghhh,” I moaned, as his fingers encircled my cock and pumped it expertly, sliding the foreskin back and forth over its length and the ultra-sensitive edges of the soft tip. Feeling someone else touching my cock for the first time sent shocks through me. He pulled on my cock gently, and I moved forward more, until I felt my cock suddenly encounter something warm and firm. I looked down and saw that my cock had been placed alongside the cock that was sticking through the hole. Joey was massaging our two cocks together with both his hands now, rubbing them around on each other, sliding them together, and jerking them off slowly. Then he moved his head down and started licking both cocks furiously, moving from one to the other, moving the two cocks with one hand while he went back to jacking himself off with his other hand. His tongue and lips on my cock were slick and wet and warm and soft. I had never felt anything so good before. I didn’t care if it was it was a guy doing this to me, I didn’t even think about it, I only cared about getting more and more of it. I had to get more. “Oooohhh,” I moaned. I glanced over at the TV screen and saw that Heidi and the black stud had moved again; she was now enthusiastically licking the man’s cum-covered prick. I imagined that she was the one sucking on my prick with her soft lips. Suddenly, Joey totally let go of my cock. I looked down to see what was wrong and saw that thick white wads of cum were shooting out of the stranger’s cock, and into Joey’s open lips while Joey jerked the man’s thick boner with his hands. Joey slurped up most of the jizz hungrily, while the man moaned loudly. “UUUUUUGH!” I was desperate to get off. I found myself jerking off my own cock, and moved it to press against Joey’s already occupied lips. “Suck me,” I pleaded. “Please suck my cock!” After a few more long seconds, when all of the cum had been sucked from the stranger, Joey moved his lips back to my cock He opened his lips wide and put the whole end of it inside his jizz filled mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin of the tip. “Ugggghhhhhhhhh,” I moaned. I had never felt anything like it, and could only moan as my friend’s lips and tongue sucked on my cock. I could feel the added slickness of Joey’s lips and tongue, which were still covered in the other man’s spunk. With one hand, Joey grasped my long cock and slid the skin along its length again and again in rhythm with his sucking, swirling lips and tongue. I felt another hand, reaching around to grab my ass cheeks. At first I thought it was Joey, but then realized it was the stranger’s hand, reaching through the glory hole to fondle my ass and then my firm balls and ass-hole opening from behind while Joey sucked on my cock. I spread my legs and reached back to spread my ass cheeks, giving the man better access. The man responded by slowly slipping his middle finger into my tight virgin ass hole, as he moved the finger in a circular motion and in and almost out, then in and almost out again and again, faster and faster, at last sending me over the edge. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, ughhhhhh,” I grunted spasmodically, as I spurted gobs of hot cum into my friend’s eager mouth, while I was being finger fucked and cock sucked at the same time. All the muscles in my body tensed and my tightening ass-muscles pressed my prick forward, inches further into Joey’s hungry throat, as I spurted more and more, coming with greater intensity than I had ever come in my life. “Uggh, ugghh, uuuuggggghhh!” Almost as suddenly as I had lost control, I regained it, and the monstrous enormity of what had just happened came crushing down on me. What the hell! I pulled away from Joey and the man and hastily pulled up my shorts and pants to cover my wet and shrinking cock. Meanwhile Joey was finally coming also. As he moved a fist rapidly over his turgid prick, cum suddenly shot out of the end of it. “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” moaned Joey, as the big roped of his jizz fell to the floor. It was suddenly very quiet and a little darker in the both; the TV had timed out. I didn’t wait for Joey to recover. I resisted an urge to slug Joey. Instead, I angrily pushed Joey’s chair away from the door and opened it, and walked swiftly out and away from the sex-smell and the disgusting thing I had just done. I didn’t even glance at Joe’s uncle, or at another man that was in the book section. I just wanted the hell out of there, now. I just wanted to get away. “Hey, it ain’t no big thing Johnny,” I heard Joey yell out to me, as I pulled away in my car, burning rubber. Bull fucking shit it ain’t, I thought, as I numbly drove home. My first real sexual encounter and it was with two fags, for shit sakes! I had been worried about girls but now I was even more worried about myself being a homosexual. “Shit, shit, shit,” I yelled to myself, as I drove home. “Now what the hell am I going to do?” Well, if Joey said anything to anyone about this I’d kill the bastard, that was certain. I’d kill the mother-fucking little cocksucker.

Monday morning came, I was still lying in my bed about half asleep when Amy, sweet sexy 13 year old Amy came in undressed and leaned over to take my morning hardness into her hot little mouth, sliding her lips up and down my shaft. I reached over and pulled her hips to my face and shoved my tongue into her hot juicy hole as far as I could, using my lips to munch on her twat. She moaned around my dick, sending a tremor thru my balls as she sucked, raising her mouth off me saying. “Morning Bill ohhhh that’s feel good” shoving her cunt onto my tongue “ Damn I need this eat me” I answered by munching harder on her hairless mound pushing my tongue ever farther into her hot juicy little girl pussy, and then rubbed my finger over her tight anus, she quivered and her tight love hole spasmed as she had her first orgasm in two days, filling my mouth with her sweet teenage girl cum. “Auggggg I’m cum cummmin awwwww eat me eat my pusssssy” She twisted and humped my face almost drowning me. As the last of her sweetness flowed out of her, she raised up turned around grabbed my dick pulling it to her still dripping opening, stuck the head of my cock into her and dropped her hot wet tight pussy onto me filling herself completely. “Yesssss that’s so so so good fuck, you feel good inside mmmee” And began pumping my rock hard dick with her wet pussy. Her heated wet slick cunt stroked my cock like an overdue oil well, pumping for its gold. She bounced up and down so hard her little girl tits looked like two streaks of pinkness shimmering above me, I couldn’t make out her face for all the movement and her hair fling about, kind of like a palm tree in a hurricane. She pumped and pumped me for my seed. As she came again her body went completely violent on top of me moving in ways that didn’t seem possible and yet she was. My balls were filling fast due to the glorious sensation of her mad lovemaking. Her vibrant humping pussy driving my hard love stick insane with pleasure pushing down deep into my balls until they finally screamed ‘enough’ and began pumping her steaming tight twat full of their even hotter cream. We both screamed in wondrous joy. “ I’m cumming cumming take it take all of it ughhhh” “Cummmmmin yessssss feeeel itt cummmin meeee ahhhhhhhhhh” As her tight cunt pumped my balls dry of its heavy load deep into her waiting womb, its sperm in search of an egg to fertilize. We laid there for a few minutes me still inside her warm wet cum filled pussy and kissed softly before she raised off me bent down and licked my dick and balls clean. Standing up she dressed leaned over kissed me goodbye. “Gonna go Bill Fuck you later” And with that she was gone as she did every morning before school. I laid there thinking what a great way to wake up each morning, her mouth on my cock, then her tight wet little girl pussy wrapped around my hard dick working its hardness for my baby making juice and then the release of my seed into her womb, in hopes she’ll get pregnant. Life is wonderful, here’s this sweet little 13 year old wanting me to impregnate her and five of her little girl friends wanting the same. How come I’m so lucky, here’s six beautiful little girls from 11 to 14 years old wanting to become mothers by having my children. And on top of that, the five are virgins, or were, well two still are. Lets see I’ve deflowered Joanne, Linda, and Susie. That leaves Sandy and Glenda to bed and introduce into the world of womanhood and hopefully soon expectant motherhood. Well the day has started and I’ll be here alone until school is over, might as well do some work. Don’t like much, most likely can finish in a couple of days, but I haven’t finished with the girls yet. Not one is pregnant as far as we know and then there’s still the other two I haven’t had yet, maybe one or both will come by this afternoon I hope so, I’m I the mood for another virgin. Oh well the plumbing in the other bathroom waits and the new light switches in the front need installing. Just after noon I got in the truck and headed for the parts house for the new fixtures and then bite to eat. Afterwards I drove to the lawyer’s office to turn in the receipts and pick up my money, after telling them how it was going and that I’ll have it finished in plenty of time to refurnished before the owner returns for Europe. Making them happy and all. Back to the house I headed, but stopped at a video place and shopped for some new movies I haven’t seen. Bought a portable DVD player that run on 120vac or 12vdc or the detachable battery pack. Out to the truck and back to the house. I pulled into the garage and into the house I went, upon entering I could hear noises from my bedroom and as I stepped in I saw a most glorious sight four naked little girls engaged in two sixty-nines. I could tell almost immediately that Amy was under Linda and they were munching on each other’s mound and Joanne was on top of, looked to be Susie hard to tell for this angle, but all four were definitely enjoying themselves, I quickly undressed, sat down and watched, slowly stroked my hardness, what a sight, you could smell the sex in the air and sounds of soft moans and groans and the sloshing of tongues in hot wet pussy holes as they devoured each others twats, damn was it ever erotic to watch. I couldn’t take just watching anymore, so I slipped in behind Joanne grabbed my hard cock and slowly inserted it into her tight wet hot cunt. As I began moving in and out of her slick wet pussy I could feel Susie’s tongue on both Joanne’s clit and my dick, licking and sucking the juices off my shaft as I withdrew out of Joanne’s pussy and out of her hole as I pushed back in, my cock was getting a tongue bath and pussy at the same time and did it ever feel awesome, never had I felt anything even closely to it. It was so good I knew I would be filling Joanne’s womb with my hot seed real soon, too soon for my liking but I wasn’t about to stop, I just kept stroking Joanne’s love pit with my rock hard dick holding back as hard and long as I could. Then Joanne went off, her cunt tighten on my cock and exploded in a hot gooey mass of quivering jelly, twitching and shaking on my dick, milking its head for its substance. “ I’mmm cummmmmmm awwww cumm ohhhhhh “ she moaned. “Fuck I’m cumming take it cummin in in you” I couldn’t keep from cumming as I filled her young belly with my hot semen. “Yesss oh yesss fuck meeee fill my pussy with your cum FUCK Meeeee”. And with that dropped her face back into Susie’s pussy and groaned deep into her cunt setting her off. And as she groaned screamed into Joanne’s hole the vibrations of her vocal climax on my dick spread thru my balls and I seemed to cum even more and harder into Joanne, flooding Susie’s mouth with our mixed cream that Joanne's tight fissure couldn't hold almost drowning Susie. She pushed Joanne off her face and gasped for air then said. “Are you two trying to drown me, damn I never seen that much juice come out of anyone’s pussy” I moved out and off of Joanne surprised, hearing an unfamiliar voice, not Susie’s who I thought was under Joanne, a voice I never heard before. Looked down at this new little angel, her sweet face covered with the overflow of Joanne’s and my cum cocktail. “And you are?” “Hi I’m Sandy you must be Bill glad to taste you” and licked her lips. I sat down and just looked at her as Joanne rolled off to the side, she was about Susie’s size, same hair only a little shorter, her tits were slightly smaller but still very nice, her nipples were two hard buttons sticking out waiting to be suckled, her waist was flat and firm, she had a small patch of jet black hair above her slit, lying there showing just a hint of her pink inner fold, my cock jumped to full attention and twitched with eagerness to get inside her virgin territory. She looked at my manhood and grinned. “Golly is is that for me” “Yes it is see how happy I am to meet you” “Amy said you were big, and when you stuck your cock in Joanne I thought you had stuck your arm in her, it was so huge, it was so hot to see you fuck her, and damn she really enjoyed it too didn’t you girl?” “uhhhh yes why yes I did” “So did I “ I said. She sat up and turned around to face me, leaned over to kiss me I thought, but bent down and swallowed my erection whole bathing me with her warm mouth, her hot saliva spilled out onto my public hair, and if possible I got even harder, I felt him quiver inside her wet mouth as she hungrily sucked like a baby on a tit, I was in heaven, I didn’t want her to stop, I couldn’t stop her, I just sat there with a smile a mile wide on my face as she worked on my cock. Amy and Linda had finally come back down to earth from their mutual orgasms and were sitting there with Joanne watching us. Then Amy said “Damn girl you’re a slut too you’re just like Joanne how can you take all of him like that?” “Leave leave her alone Amy she knows what she doing,” I said quickly. “Hell I can see that and I thought she was a virgin,” Amy sneered. Sandy lifted her head “ I am you bitch it just looked to good not to swallow” And back down on my dick she went. “Now now girls don’t fight, you suck and you shut up,” I growled at Amy. “Damn that feels good oh baby suck suck meee”. Then Amy spoiled it all saying “ Hey you’re suppose to fuck her not feed her” Sandy raised off me and I groaned “Fuck Amy you you bitch” “I want you inside me now, please if you don’t mind” Sandy squeaked out. “Mind of course I don’t mind and I do want you too, now just lay back a enjoy me” She laid down on her back spreading those gorgeous legs of hers opening her treasure for my inspection, as I looked at her tiny pink slit, all I could do was try to catch my breathe before I entered her. I covered her with my body, kissed her hungrily and as our tongues fondled each others, I centered my dick in the opening her hot wet hole. She was so slick and wet from Joanne’s munching I nearly fell into her, even though she was incredible tight, I slipped into her and thru her hymen so quick I didn’t even know I was in her until I hit bottom except for the slight bump, kind of like a worn out speed bump in the road as I ripped her virginity into the past, she just moaned “auggggg” And I was fully inside her. God she was tight and warm, no hot, and so wet. I slowly pulled back till just the head was inside her and shoved back inside, her body sputtered, again and again. I humped her tight little girl cunt, driving myself in her as our arousal grew and grew, she moaned a gut retching noise, as she had her first male induced orgasm, her pussy seemed to suck me deeper into her as she shook thru her climax, bathing my dick with her sweet hot girl cum, I thought she would never quit cumming, however slowly her juices eased off and she began humping her pussy back on to my dick harder and harder, driving my shaft deeper into her, deeper and harder she humped as I pounded into her tight snatch, the warm glow of our mating began slowly increasing inside my balls, building a load of semen for her wanton pussy, closer and closer our climax grew as we pumped and humped. I think we were trying to fuck each other’s brains out. My body was on autopilot as my dick and balls had taken over once again and was pounding her cunt for all he was worth determined to impregnate this lovely little thing the first time inside her. Her pussy tighten up on my staff and I could hear a low moan as she neared her next orgasm, my balls filled rapidly, matching her quaking body. Then it happened she shot off like a geyser, flooding her chamber with her sweet hot honey coating my pumping dick and balls setting off the fuse inside them. She grabbed me and pulled me deeper into her wrapping her arms and legs around me, squeezing the air out of my lings, as her body shook and jerked as if being electrocuted. Somewhere in the mist all of that heavenly feeling I thought I heard a scream or not, may have been my own inner voice not sure. However my baby making cream shot up my cock like a rocket, out the end, into her wet tight cunt filling her, with spurt after spurt of white hot cum, my sperm had to be shooting straight into her womb, I was so deep inside her and her pussy was sucking the very life out of my balls inside her. Her spasming was so damn good I came and came and came in her. I thought I was going to black out before she eased her grip on my chest and air rushed into my lungs allowing me back to earth. And I shot one more load into her overflowing cunt. I just laid on top of her not able to move, still fully inside her as her twitching pussy milked me, trying to get more, but I was done for now. All I could do was just stay inside her warmth, loving every second. The university was a beautiful swirl of colors. Then Amy broke the bubble “ Damn did you ever see anything so so wild?” “Shit girl are you ok you both ok?” “Bill Bill you ok?” Linda shook me, I think it was Linda. Weekly I mumbled, “Yeah yeah I’m good” But I still stayed inside Sandy, fully erect soaking in her hot juice pot. It was wonderful, it so fucking great I didn’t want to remove myself from this outstanding little girl’s tight pussy, I couldn’t and wasn’t going to yet, no way was I going to stop now. After a moment or two I began moving slowly in and out of her hot wet tight cum stuffed cunt, trying to push my seed deeper into her with each stroke of my hard man flesh. At first she made a half feeble attempt to push me off her, but then her body began responding to my prodding and she began humping her hips to meet my thrusts. “Yessss fuck me damnit fuckk meee,” she moaned. And I humped her hot quim a little harder driving my hard cock deep into her, she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me harder into her as I pumped her twat faster and harder, harder and faster I pumped her cunt forcing my dick so damn deep, as deep as it could possibly go, over and over pumping her snatch filling her with my cock again and again. She twitched and humped back under me as I hammered her hole, her hot wet pussy walls gripped me like a velvet vise as her seizures took over and drove her harder and harder into me, and my prick took over pumping into her, we both humped and pumped each other as if tomorrow would never come, driving our climaxes closer and closer high and high, until we both erupted, me into her and her onto me, our cum fighting with each others to see who could out do the other, we filled her, coated me, flooded the bed and I think even the floor. Our mutual orgasms felt like they must have lasted for hours, even thought they were actually shorter it didn’t seem that way to either of us. We both screamed. “Cummmmming cumm augggggg cumm awwwwww” “Fuck I’m cummmmmminnng fuck itt it good so goooddd” “Fuck me ughhhh fuck meeeeeee cuuuummmmm in inn meee” “Sooo so good gooddddd cummmmmmm ahhhhhhhh” Our bodies humped and banged into each other knocking us both silly with pleasure, till finally our climaxes eased down and we both slowly returned to normal, gasping for air, I fell off her to the side and stared at the ceiling blankly. Joanne spoke up “Sandy you ok girl you look well you look huh I’m not sure what you look like” In a soft whisper she said, “ I’m good better than good I’m I’ve been been fucked wondrously incredibility fucked it it was so so damn good ahhhhhhh” Amy snickered, “ Welcome to the club we all know that feeling” Linda popped off, “ Been there done that and just think there’s more to come too” Sandy groaned, “ more more don’t know if I can stand any more not now anyway” “ Bill you ok baby” Joanne asked softly touching my chest gently. “I’m not sure” I groaned “ ask me later ask me what?” I stared into space. “Damn Sandy you bitch I think he’s done for well at least for now” Amy growled “and I didn’t get any “ “I didn’t neither “ sweet Linda added “oh poo”. “I did ha ha” Joanne snickered. Sandy and I just laid there listening to the girls jabber back and forth, as our breathing slowed to normal. She rolled over to me and kissed me lightly. “Thank you Bill that was wonderful I feel stuffed and a tad sore but so damn great, do you do you think we can do it again soon?” “Yes it was good wasn’t it your welcome and thank you huh yeah we can but I can’t right now give me a few minutes will ya?” Amy hearing Sandy spoke up “Sandy you little slut you want more after want you just had God girl give me a break and give him a break he looks like he needs one, beside its Linda and My turns next.” Then Joanne looked at the clock, jumped up “ Shit its getting late I’ve got to go” Amy added “ Damn me too and I really wanted some” Grabbing her clothes and began dressing. Joanne picked up hers and headed to the bathroom. Sandy said weakly, “Can someone give me a hand I need to git also” Linda stuck out her hand “Here” pulled Sandy up and pointed her to the bathroom “ good I can stay longer and I’ve got Bill all to myself” I laid back muttering “Fantastic” The other girls had left the room “Bill honey do you think maybe we could?” “ Huh sure why not looks like just you and me Kid” “Yeah” as she laid down next to me and began kissing and licking on me. I placed my arm around her and began fondling her tits and pinching her nipples lightly as she moaned “ ooooooooooh” I rolled her over on top of me and kissed her sweet lips as I rubbed her smooth little ass slowly, feeling her opening her legs and placed her wet hot gash on my cock, moving back and forth slowly causing me to get erect again. When I was hard enough, she slid her little opening to the tip of my dick and lowered her tight wet pussy onto my hard member. Sitting up to fully engulf me, she was so hot and wet and her pussy walls gripped me so sweetly I knew I would fill her with my seed, but it would take a while and I needed a short reprieve, so I urged her to take control and fuck me. As she was rising and falling on my cock moving her hips back and forth fucking her cunt with my dick, Joanne and Sandy came out of the bathroom and kissed us both. “Damn girl you really wanted to fuck didn’t you” Sandy said “Ye Yeah I I wanted it ughhhh” “Looks like you’re getting it too” Joanne added “ Go girl fuck him good” I reached around Sandy and squeezed her butt “ Thank you Sandy “ and kissed her “enjoyed having you hurry back now” “Oh Thank You and don’t worry I’ll be back as soon as I can” She raised up kissed Linda “ Fuck him good, damn I wish I could stay, oh well gotta go Bye” And with that Joanne and Sandy left, Amy was already gone leaving just Linda with me inside her “ oh you feel so good baby, fuck my dick make me cum inside you” As she humped my shaft “ Oh Bill you you feel big inside m me big awwwwwww” Sliding up and down on me pushing me deep inside her. I laid there watching her hot wet tight pussy working my cock, taking hold of her butt cheeks, I began shoving into her as well, leaned upwards and licked her tits first one then the other before taking into my mouth and biting lightly on each nipple. She moaned “ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Her snatch started vibrating with little spasms that were slowly building as she was getting nearer and closer to her climax, her breathing quicken and her humping grew harder and harder. I try to match her drive with a pace of my own shoving my prick up into her cunt deeper and harder. She was so hot and wet and her pussy walls clinged to my dick so so firm but so so nice I knew I was going to explode soon. As I humped her cunt her orgasm grew to point of overflow and she flushed her sweet cum out of her depths coating my rod and nuts in hot little girl sauce, setting off a chain reaction in me. I flooded her inside with my white hot jizm filling her tight snatch with my cream. “Damn I’m cumming cummin in you auggggggg” “Cum baby cum fill my pussy with your juice cummmmmm awwwwww” Shot after shot of my hot sperm I deposited in her, filling her womb with my seed in hopes of getting her pregnant. As we laid there her still on top, her tiny erect nipples poking me in the chest and her wet hot cum filled pussy wrapped snuggly around my slightly soften dick, she purred, she actually purred I swear. Her cunt muscles slightly twitched, massaging my hardness, as if an attempt to harden me once again. She said “ Bill that felt so good thank you” “No thank you baby I enjoyed having you fuck me” She kissed me, looked into my eyes asking “who do you think will be first” “First oh you mean who’ll become pregnant first?” I rubbed her ass cheek slowly “Well you got just a good of a chance as anyone sweetie” “Don’t know if I want to be first I I’m enjoying our trying too much” “Yeah me too” Then she looked at the clock saying, “ Damn its time for me to get going” And with that she slid off me, stood up, picked up her clothes into the bathroom she went. Shortly out she came fully dressed leaned over and kissed me. “Bye Bill Cya” And then she was gone, leaving me there still recuperating from our afternoon fun. Life is GOOD I thought, the pussy is plentiful, hell it’s running amuck, and I like it.

We finally stopped laughing, and just laid there to catch our breath. Shortly afterwards got up and headed into the bathroom, I ran a shower, stepping in and called for Susie to join me. As she stepped in I pulled her to me and kissed her lips softly running my hands all over her fantastic body. She did have a body, she was just over 5 foot tall, long brown hair, sensual lips, cute smile, blue gray eyes, full hips, legs almost on the large size, but not, just right and very damn nice to look at, small waist, smooth skin, very firm tits about 36 maybe 38, pink aureoles, nipples the size of two thimbles good for playing with and sucking on, a flat stomach and the tightest looking slit with just a hint of pubic hair above. She could easily pass for a 20 year old maybe a 24, hell I’ve seem some 26 year olds who didn’t look as good as she did. I could even feel her parent’s worrisome fears about her every time she left the house. She was one of those girls that made even the birds in the sky stop and stare, and drool as she walked down the street. God she was beautiful and I was the lucky bastard who had just popped her cherry, damn I should be shot for fucking something that sweet looking, but I did and was going to do it again and again before this night was over. And not only just tonight, hell whenever the opportunity allows me to, I’m to knock her up, yep she wants my child growing in her belly, her and five other of her friends, all want to have my children, and she’s the oldest at 14. 14 years old and the willing recipient of my sperm, as is her girl friends ranging from 11 to her 14 years. All six of these young girls want to be impregnated by me. How on earth could any one man be so lucky? I lathed her up and rubbed her firm breast, licked her ear, nibbled on the lobe and ran a hand down her back to cup her great ass. She in turned stroked my cock and balls with her soft little hands. I groaned and kissed her pulling her into me as we fondled each other. My dick grew hard so hard I could have punched holes thru a seven inch thick sleet plate with it, but it was only going to punch her tight little pussy over and over with gusto, until I filled her cunt with my hot cum once again and then again and again. We rinsed off, I shut the water off, stepped out of the shower, picked her up, setting her little ass on the vanity counter, her legs open with me in between them and shoved my cock into her fiery tightness in one lunge and started pounding her little twat like a runaway pile driver, driving my dick in and out of her. She moaned “ Bill ohh Bill fuck my pussy augggg eeee fuck meeee fuck fuck meee god you’re so so big hard FUCK MY PUSSSSSSY” and with that she thrusted her hips back driving me completely inside her hot wet snatch, she would almost come off the counter and I would drive her back on and again and again. Her tight young cunt tighten on my hard shaft in a pulsating wave as I pumped my dick into her, she began shaking and moaning. I knew her climax was about to blow again, I shoved harder into her as she exploded in a mind boggling orgasm she cried, babbled, mumbled something about stars, Moon, sky, volcanoes it was all jumbled up and didn’t make any sense to me, but she flooded her hot wet cock filled chamber spilling her hot juice all over my dick, balls, stomach, the counter, the floor, hell I think she managed to get some of her sweet cum on the ceiling. I couldn’t hold back any longer shoved all seven and a half inches into her as deep as I could, my balls up against her ass, resting on the counter and filled her tight young steaming love pit with my hot sperm, spurt after spurt I filled her, I knew my cum had to be flowing into her stomach as hard as it shot out my enlarged manhood into her. All I could do was hang on for the ride, my dick and balls had taken over and was driving my seed deep inside her hot twat in search of her womb and eggs to fertilize. “Cumming auggggg cumming in your hot pussy aeeeeeee” I pumped her cunt full of my hot sperm. She just mouthed something in silence as I filled her twat with my thick cream and her body shook, her pussy milking my cock for my seed. After a few minutes of moaning and trembling of us both, I began to slip out of her cum filled pussy and almost fell on the floor due to my legs had suddenly turned to rubber, and most likely would have if she hadn’t grabbed me and pulled me into her, wrapping her legs and arms around me holding me like a person fifty stories up in the air holding on to a beam for dear life in a high wind to keep from falling, she jammed her pussy onto my dick as her cunt was still spasming. Her pussy was sucking my cock keeping me hard, buried deep inside her as she had a twitching convulsion and cummed buckets and buckets of her sweet juice. Her mouth was wide open but nothing came out as she silently screamed. It was so incredible. Her pussy had a life of its own devouring my seed and trying to suck my balls thru my dick into her hot little 14-year-old tight snatch. I was in PUSSY HEAVEN, I felt like I had died and was being sucked back to life. I just stood there feeling her young perfect body wrapped around me and my very existence inside her, I silently prayed that she wasn’t pregnant yet, in fact I even hoped that she would be the last of the six to become pregnant, so I could enjoy her body longer. We both finally calmed down as we kissed, my legs came back as I slowly slipped out of her cum laden cunt. I help her off the counter and said weakly, “Sweetheart you clean up while I go the store and rustle up some food and more drinks for us. It going to be a long night if we keep going at this rate and I’ll needed my strength to keep you satisfied. “Oh thank you thank you Bill you felt so good inside me I could use a break too you you’re going to kill me if we don’t slow down some,” “Yeah I know I feel the same and I do plan to have you again and again and not just tonight neither” “ I never felt anything even close to, never even thought of anything so good. I love you. My body and soul is yours for now till ever and ever” “Yes sweetheart I know” and with that I kissed her, pulled on my clothes and headed out for food, drinks and a bit of a rest from her. This young beauty was going to fuck me to death if I wasn’t careful. The stores were just across the alley in back and down a couple of doors, so I didn’t have to get in my truck to go anywhere and I wouldn’t be gone long, I just needed a few minutes away from her and her incredible pussy, God did she ever feel good, her body was awesome and her little hole so tight so hot so fucking good. I loved being inside her. My dick began to stiffen some before I snapped out of my thoughts of her. I picked up some burgers, fries, chips, cokes, some Chinese’s and a six-pack of beer for me later. And back to the house and my waiting 14 year old goddess for some more earth shattering love making. I walked in with my goodies and saw her lying there, propped up on a couple of pillows, with one leg bent slightly under the other, her tight slit looking at me with a bit of my cum just slipping out of her young girl pussy, god she looked good, in fact so good my dick sprang to its full enlarged size nearly ripping my zipper apart. I was so hard so fast I couldn’t get my pants off fast enough so keep from hurting myself. And as soon as my fly was open my cock leaped out towards Susie’s pussy like a starving puppy groping for its mother’s tit. She just smiled and said, “ I thought you went to get us something to eat, but you more look like a man needing some of this” as she spread her beautiful legs for me, opening her tight wet hole just a bit, showing her pinkness, my cock seemed to grow even harder. “ Oh yes I did and I do” I answered as I slid between her thighs placing my head of my hard dick just in between her lips of her hot wet pussy. I once again shoved my hardness into her sweet twat, only this time I just held it in her enjoying her heat and the velvet smoothness of her pussy walls holding my dick just so tight, it was heavenly. I began pulling out of her slowly, very slowly completely out except for the tip of my cock, then back in just as slow till my balls were jammed up against her ass and the head of my dick was fully in her, then back out and back in still maintaining that slow pace, I was enjoying her hot little girl pussy and I wasn’t going to let anything happen to stop me. I kept my slow pace as her orgasm began to build, she tried to hump me faster as her body grew more aroused but I placed my hands on her hips and held her in place as I slowly fucked her, never wavering just the same slow pace and her body responded as her climax grew and grew. She began twisting and moaning under me, but I kept slowly stroking her hot little girl cunt with my rock hard dick. She moaned “ Bill Bill ohhh damn you fuck me FUCK Meeeee” And I still kept my slow pace from tip to base my dick stroked her wet tight pussy, my balls slapping her ass gently as I fucked her and her upcoming orgasm grew and grew, finally to the point she couldn’t tale it any longer, erupting in a huge wave of hot molting ocean of cum and screamed as the most wonderful mind shattering bliss flowed thru her young body, sputtered and shaking in her climax. She shook so hard I thought that she was having a seizure. And then I had to cum no longer able to hold back, my balls released their hot mixture filling her spasming pussy with my hot white seed, load after load of my sperm flooded deep into her quivering cunt. I just laid there deep inside her feeling her steaming snatch milking my dick for all its essence. We both collapsed, me sliding off lying beside her, each other trying to get the world return to normal. I swear I saw stars and meteors dance around the room, before my head cleared and I saw the ceiling above me. We laid there forever it seemed, I then said softly “hungry my dear?” “ Huh Oh yes please I need food and something to drink before you fuck me to death damn that was good” I laughed offering her a burger and a cold drink, taking one for myself and put the others in my little frig. Grabbed a burger and wolfed it down in about three bites, sitting back and enjoying the glow of her young body. She ate slowly and I had another, then she spoke. “Bill “ as she slid next to me “Yes Susie “ I encircled her body with my arm pulling her tight against me. “I love you” and placed her head on my chest. “I think I do too but you’re awful young to keep, I could go to jail if anyone found out about this” I ran my fingers thru her hair. “I know and no one will except us seven, well as least until Linda turns fifteen, then we six can tell our children who their father is and I hope you’ll be here when that happens” “You couldn’t keep me away, I only wish I could come back sooner to see all of you girls and the kids” I answered “and I’m worried how will you girls manage, being pregnant, having my children and supporting yourselves” “Don’t worry I’m rich and I have a trust setup for me, and I’ll be even richer when I’m fifteen and pregnant” “I don’t understand how fifteen has anything to do with it don’t you have to be eighteen for trusts and such?” “Not in this state, if you have the means and if you’re with child or have a child you can be declared an adult at the age of fifteen, some old law that’s still on the books, in fact a person can own property at thirteen, I have the means and I’ll be carrying our child, as will the others, who I can setup with the right kind of means when the time comes. I’ve got some good lawyers” “In fact I plan to open my ranch for a sort of home/school for unwed mothers, namely Amy, Linda, Joanne, Sandy, Glenda and myself. All those having your children, a Bill’s offspring ranch.” Now I’m honored, but you know my name isn’t really Bill, besides wouldn’t it be more likely be called The Prego Club Home and School and what are your parents going to say I’m sure they won’t be too happy about their little girl having my child” “I know, Huh The Prego Club Ranch neat name where that come from” “ Something Amy and I kind of came up with, you know the Prego Club a club for girls to become pregnant by me” “ Cute, funny name, but that doesn’t matter for now, my parents are dead, killed in a car crash I live with my grandmother, but my lawyers and I control my money, with her guidance, so I’ve got everything planed out but I want to be on my own and the only way I can do that is to get pregnant, and your impregnating seed is want I need for now” she looked up at me “and then later after the ranch is up and running and everything has settled down we can start working on our second batch of our kids.” “Second second batch All six of you, don’t you think that’s a little much to hope for, do you really think the other girls will still feel the same later on, maybe one or more might find someone else, by that time “ “Well I not sure about Glenda and Sandy yet, but I know Linda, Amy, Joanne and me of course want you and only you” “That sounds great even if not practicable” “Don’t worry about it now baby just fuck me make me pregnant” as she began playing with my dick again, leaned down and took me into her mouth and I was rising to the call, soon she had a mouth full of hard cock, my rock hard cock in search of a pussy to impregnate, good thing she had one for me. And I refilled her cunt with my seed once again, before we fell asleep in each other’s arms with my dick still inside her pussy. We woke twice during the night and I slipped gently back inside her and filled her with my sperm both times, she loved it. The next morning I was awaken by her wonderful mouth sucking on my cock, getting me ready for some more loving. “Morning sweetheart” I whispered “ Morning” she mumbled around my dick “Why don’t you come up here?” I said as I pulled her up on op of me “you can fuck me for a change” “Huh ok” as she guided my rock hard erection into her waiting hot tight little girl pussy, lowering herself completely filling her twat with my enlarged man meat. “God that feels good” I moaned. “ So good ughhh so so biiig so hard so so deeeep” as she pumped my shaft with her hot wet snatch, her tits bouncing up and down with each thrust, I had to grab them both and gently pinch her nipples, raising my mouth to first one then the other to suck on them and nibble on her rock hard nipples. She groaned and pumped. She would rise up till I was almost out of her then drop like a rock driving me deep so fucking deep into her again and again. I never had a girl or woman who fucked me with so much vigor and need, she was a woman possessed, a woman in need of sperm, a woman who wanted my cock inside her, although she was only fourteen, she was a woman driven by her needs and wants. And she wanted my child growing inside her belly and was going to have it. I would push upwards to meet her downward plunge shoving my cock as far up into her as possible, hitting her insides I though I might be hurting her, but her shaking and moaning told me otherwise as she fucked me hard, her hot tight pussy sucking on my dick, working on drawing out the baby making seed out of my balls into her womb. She wasn’t going to stop till I filled her again. She placed her hands on my chest and pumped my dick with her sweet wet cunt, suddenly she stiffen and her pussy spasmed around my dick as she began cumming. “Awwwwwww ohhh I I’m cum I’m cumming cummmmmmin ughhhhh” as she soaked my dick, balls and my bed with her sweet hot cum. Her juices were so hot and good flowing over me I couldn’t but help answering back as my white hot sperm blew out of my balls up my dick and into her waiting little girl cunt. “I’m CUMMING cummmmin” as load after load of my seed bathed her insides. “Yessss cum in me cum baby cum in my puuussy cum in meeeeeee “ she shrieked. Still pumping my dick with her twitching cunt forcing my seed deeper inside her filling her womb. “Cum in me fill my cunt give me your child oh huh ughhh cummmm” she could feel my hot cream filling her, coating her insides with its warmth which caused her to fuck me harder, her pussy walls milking my cock for all it worth, wanting all my juice inside her vibrating twat. It felt like I came for hours inside her as she worked my dick with her hungry snatch taking everything I had and still pumping for more. I never felt anything like this before, I was completely drain, I felt like it would take days if not weeks before I would be able to have sex again, and really didn’t care either, I was so satisfied and so happily wore out. Susie fell down on top of my chest, me still inside her spasming love pit as she gasped for air, her tits pressed into my chest felt so right and good I just held her basking in her warmth, rubbed her back and ass slowly, as she moaned deeply, her pussy sucking the last of my sperm into her glorious 14 year old body. I was never so happy. We laid there both unable to move, my softing dick still inside her cum filled twat, holding each other like two magnets stuck to each with super glue in between bonding us forever. I loved this little girl; although we just met I would do anything for her. What ever she wanted I would do happily without any reservations if it were within my power to do so. We laid there for the longest, and then she finally said that she needed to go home, but wanted a shower first. I said, “Sure sweet heart I’ll join you” “No you won’t cause if you do I’ll never get out of here” shaking her head “ I’ll just end up with you inside me again and I do need to go” “But” I pouted, looking at her hungrily “ I crave you” “Me too but I need to go and you need to rest up, I’ll be back” and she got up and into the bathroom she went closing the door behind her. I got up and went to the kitchen to fix something to eat, I could hear her in the shower and had to restraint myself from joining her, taking her again. When she came out and into the kitchen she was fully dressed, damn she looked good. Hell she could look good in a potato sack, but so fine in her tight jeans and a two size too small blouse, in fact she looked so good even my tongue even got hard looking at her, she noticed my hard cock sticking out at her and laughed. “God you’re you’re so sexy looking standing there with that monster pointing at me” I moved towards her “ Oh shit looks like I took a shower for nothing” And she took hold of my hard cock with one hand and unzipped her pants with the other. Her jeans and panties hit the floor, her little ass was up on the counter and I entered her hot wet tight young girl pussy once more. Even after all the fucking we’ve done she was still tight, almost virginal and felt so damn good wrapped around my hard cock After I filled her with my hot cream once again, she pushed me back dashed into the bathroom again, freshen up pulled on her jeans and was out the door before I had time to recover and take her again. I looked down and her little girl panties were still lying there, but she was gone. I picked them up and went to have a shower myself, after which I laid down to rest and watch some TV. Sunday football how nice. The day passed slowly and each time I though of Susie my dick would twitch and harden. Finally night came and sleep, dreams of Susie and Susie and her fanatic body.

General Obuma watched with interest, as five police soldiers entered his office. In their midst was a white woman, the prisoner Lieutenant Amin had called him about, who had been arrested in the customs control with an ivory statuette in her luggage. Of course, he would like, personally, to inspect this female smuggler of illegal contraband, a grave crime with a maximum penalty of 20 years. Tanya looked completely in shambles. She was only dressed in a shabby jacket from a uniform. Her face was tear stricken, her mouth was gagged, and on her legs were white blotches of something sticky. A lot of it. Her arms were handcuffed behind her back. Her expression was terror stricken. Tanya looked at the general with pleading eyes, desperately hoping he would help her, whimpering behind her gag. The scruffy condition of the white woman could not hide the fact, that she was very beautiful. Obuma opened the uniform jacket, pushed it down her shackled arms and admired the sight of her 36D tits. Her body was indeed very attractive. Big firm breasts, nice white soft skin, long shapely legs and – the general turned Tanya around – a very shapely behind. The smell of sperm was intense. Below her, where she stood, a small pool of white jizz as forming. Apparently, his men had been very thorough in their cavity search. The general felt the whimpering woman’s attributes, seemingly satisfied with the firmness of her tits and ass. Being inspected like an animal and groped, Tanya gave up her hope of being rescued by the man in front of her. She had just gone through a terrible hour of humiliation and rape committed by the five big black soldiers, who afterwards had brought her to this office. Her vagina and anus was aching from the brutal violation. Seeing the man in his impressive uniform, apparently a high ranked officer gave her new hope of getting out of her predicament. But it would get worse. Much worse. As she stood stark naked, with cum dripping down on the floor, the men held her firm. The general asked the lieutenant to explain the situation. “Sir, this woman had a piece of ivory art in her luggage, Sir. She admitted that she knew it is illegal to export ivory, Sir. She did not want to cooperate, so we had to arrest her to make a proper inspection of her body and belongings, Sir.” “Surely you were very thorough in your cavity search. Did you all inspect her? The bitch is drenched in cum.” “Yes, Sir, we all inspected her ass and cunt very deeply, Sir. Nothing to find.” “What about her oral cavity? Did you also inspect that?” “Not yet, Sir. We had to gag her as she was screaming loudly during the inspection, Sir. I thought you might want to take care of that part, Sir.” “I certainly will. Please unshackle her arms and remove the jacket, so I can see her magnificent body in full.” Shaking and sobbing in terror, Tanya followed the exchange of words in a language she did not understand. It seemed that her torment would continue. Once more, her hands got handcuffed behind her back. “GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES, BITCH!”, the general ordered. “I will personally do the final inspection of you, criminal white slut.” Obediently, Tanya kneeled in front of the big black officer, whimpering and pleading him with her big tearful eyes to let her go. Watching this extremely sexy white woman before him, completely naked and immensely humiliated, made general Obuma’s erection even harder. He ordered one of the soldiers to remove her gag. “SIR, PLEASE HELP ME! I AM INNOCENT! PLEEEASE AUUWWW!” Obuma slabbed her face. Not too hard, as she was worth a fortune. He grabbed the sobbing bitch by her hair, shook her head violently and told her to SHUT UP. He then unzipped his trousers and produced his throbbing cock. “Suck it, bitch. And you better do it good, otherwise you will go directly to jail. You would not want to be in an African prison, I can assure you.” “Please, Sir, I am not guilty in anything (SOB SNIFF). I have never seen that ivory thing before! Please call my husband. He can sort this out. AOUUUWWW!” Again, the general smacked Tanya in her pretty face. She could be right, of course, the statuette was probably a coax and belonged to the customs officer, but he could not care less. He only wanted to FUCK this white bitch long and hard. “Don’t you EVER tell me what to do, bitch! NOW SUCK THAT COCK! Or you will go to jail!” He grabbed Tanya’s head by her dark brown hair and forced his big cock into her little mouth until she gagged and spluttered. He fucked her face deeply for a while, almost suffocating the bitch, then pulled out and forced her tearful face upwards, so their eyes met. Oh, how he loved to humiliate rich white sluts! “Let’s get things straight, bitch. Either you do what I want you to, or I will throw you into the darkest prison in Uganda, where you will be raped to death by both men and women. White people are not exactly popular in Africa. They do not last long in prison. Now, take that cock in your mouth and start sucking.” Desolated, terror-stricken and sobbing, Tanya obeyed order, leaned forward, wrapped her full lips around the big, thick black cock and began to suck. She knew the general was right about the prison. That was the last place she wanted to be. The big dick had a terrible foul taste, as if the general had not washed for several days. Obuma looked down at the white prisoner’s head, bobbing back and forth on his cock. What a wonderful sight and feeling. She actually did a splendid job, almost managing to swallow the full length of his member, especially when he forced her head down on it. Her big boobs dangled invitingly, and he grabbed them, squeezed them and was impressed about their shape and firmness. The general had been told by the customs officer, who had done full body cavity search African style on the bitch in the airport, that she was something very special to fuck. Her pussy was supposed to be extraordinary, and her ass was very tight. While Tanya sucked him, the officer caressed her soft skin, admired her natural complexion and her sweet body odor. White women smelled much better than African women, and they were ten times more sexy. This slut is worth a fortune, he thought. Especially on the slave markets in Congo and on Zanzibar. OH GOD, HOW AM I GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS TERRIBLE SITUATION, Tanya thought, as she sucked the huge black cock. If I could just have one phone call with my husband, I would be saved. The general suddenly took a riding crop from his desk and smacked her round buttocks with it, shouting; “DO IT PROPERLY, YOU DIRTY WHITE BITCH! SUCK THAT COCK AND DO IT FASTER!” OOOHHH IT HURT! Tanya felt the crop hitting her ass painfully, as if it cut her skin to pieces. Desperately, she moved her head even faster on the huge rod. She could feel and taste the precum and prepared for the final moment. As he started cummin’, the general took hold of Tanya’s head and forced his cock all the way into her mouth and throat. “OHHHH GOD! YOU ARE A GREAT COCK SUCKER, WHITE BITCH! SWALLOW!”, he moaned as he pumped his huge load of hot, sticky sperm into Tanya’s mouth. She was almost suffocating, as the black cock blocked her airways and filled both her windpipe and gullet with thick semen. The general forced her head down on the cock, making her almost faint. Meanwhile, the five soldiers had grown new erections watching the beautiful, sobbing Tanya sucking Obuma. They hoped that they might also get a piece of her little mouth, still widely stretched by the general’s big black cock. The general looked at the lieutenant. He owed him a favor, a big one, since he had brought him this magnificent piece of white cunt. “You better inspect this prisoner also, lieutenant, just be make sure her oral cavity is properly searched”. He withdrew from Tanya’s sperm dripping mouth. “Yes, Sir General!”, the officer replied and dropped his pants. “OH SIR! PLEASE!”, Tanya started. “UMMPP”, her mouth was again full of black cock. The junior officer fucked Tanya’s face just as hard as he had fucked her pussy, making her gag and splutter violently. OH GOD THIS IS TERRIBLE! WILL THEY NEVER STOP, Tanya thought in complete despair. She harked and coughed, as the second load of hot sperm filled her throat. The general dismissed the lieutenant and his disappointed soldiers, who would have liked very much to get sucked by the white prisoner. Obuma wanted her for himself from now on. He still had some inspection to do. Finally relieved from black cock in her mouth, Tanya once more tried to appeal to the general. “Please Sir, let me expl..AAUUUWWWW!” She was immediately interrupted by another slap in her face. “SHUT UP BITCH! YOU ONLY TALK WHEN ASKED. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?” He took the riding crop and started whipping Tanya in the most brutal way, hitting her soft skin everywhere. She fell over, screaming from pain and tried to roll away from the punishment. The general smiled, as he continued to whip the shrieking white slut. He concentrated on her tits, ass and thighs, hitting her most sensitive parts with diabolical precision. “AAUUWWW! NOOOO! PLEASE STOP! AUUWWW! SIR, I WILL DO ANYTHING! JUST STOP! OOUUWWW!” Ignoring her pleas, Obuma continued the torment of the white bitch. He wanted to break Tanya completely. Finally he stopped, watched the wailing, pitiful white woman who lay crouching on the floor, shaking in pain and fear. Her wonderful body was full of red marks from his vicious whipping. “Now, bitch, you are my fuck slave. You will do exactly as I tell, you. Is that clear, BITCH!” He managed to sneak a blow of the riding crop onto her labia. “AAAIIIEEEE! AAAUUUUWWW! YES SIR! I UNDERSTAND!” “If you disobey me in any way, you will get another whipping, much worse than this one. WOULD YOU LIKE TO TASTE THE RIDING CROP AGAIN, YOU WHITE SLUT?” “NO SIR! NO! NOOOOO! I UNDERSTAND!” Tanya wailed in her complete misery. “THEN GET UP ON YOUR KNEES AND START SUCKING, BITCH! I want you to make my cock hard, so I can fuck your ass and cunt for the first time. GET MOVING!” The sobbing Tanya got onto her knees and crawled over to the general, who was taking off his pants. His huge member was half erect. She wanted desperately to please him in order to avoid more whipping. The enslaved white wife licked the big member, sucked the balls and kissed the head, before she took the big black cock into her mouth. Using her lips, and tongue the best she could, Tanya hoped that the officer would come fast into her mouth, so her battered and sore pussy and twinkie might be spared for more penetration. “Ohhh, you truly are a great cock sucker, white slut!” The general caressed the slurping and sucking woman’s breasts. “Now I want to FUCK YOU! Come over here, bitch.” The general sat on a couch and pulled Tanya up on his lap, sitting face to face, so she straddled his thighs. Her arms were still handcuffed behind her back. He pointed his huge cock towards her pussy. “Now I want you to sit on my cock and fuck me like never before, slut. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” “YES SIR”, Tanya whimpered and impaled herself on the huge cock. IT WAS SO PAINFUL, as her pussy was so sore after the long rape committed by the five soldiers in the interrogation room. She moved up and down, but only on the upper part of the black rod. The general sucked on her tits and nipples, while she rode him. Suddenly, the general put his large hands on her shoulders and pushed Tanya all the way down, so his big cock penetrated her pussy and womb completely. “OHHH, THIS IS GOOD! WHAT A SUPERB CUNT YOU HAVE! The lieutenant was not exaggerating. It is exactly like getting a blow job while fucking your pussy! God, I can sell you for millions to the Arabs!” “Oh, please Sir, don’t”, Tanya whimpered, while she rode the big black African the best she could. Now, she used the whole length of his cock to please him as much as possible. His big head moved in and out of her sore cervix, the mouth of her womb, giving him the feeling of a blowjob. Suddenly, she could feel her nipples lactating. After so much sex, although enforced on her, and the general’s intensive and painful suckling, the milk started running. Also, Tanya had just been in the gorilla camp for a week, lactating a lot to attract silverbacks, male gorillas. “OHHHH, YOU ARE A REAL COW”, the general exclaimed jubilantly. Eagerly, he grabbed her big tits with his hands and squeezed them hard, while he suckled her stiff nipples. “KEEP ON FUCKING ME, SLUT!” He loved lactating women. Obediently, Tanya bobbed up and down on his huge cock, while the big man drank her milk. Even though she hated herself for the feeling, Tanya could sense an orgasm approaching. After so much sex, although it had been rape, the present intercourse and the strong stimulation of her sensitive tits, her body needed relief. She leaned back, placed her cuffed hands on the general’s knees and fucked him faster and faster. “AAAAHHHH!”, Tanya moaned as she reached climax. “OHHHHH”. She squirted all over the general’s lap. He came simultaneously, roaring like a bull, filling her womb with another huge load of white negro sperm. Tanya collapsed onto the general, completely exhausted, and fainted into a much needed rest. When she woke up, it had become dark outside. Tanya was laying on the couch, where she had fucked the general, with a blanket over her naked body. The handcuffs were gone. Her body was aching, both inside and outside. Her throat was completely dry. She was SO THIRSTY. The general was sitting beside her, looking into some papers. Standing beside the couch was another black man in military uniform. “You better drink some water, Ms. Obutulezi. After all the fucking and screaming you must need a lot”, Obuma said with a grin. He pointed at some bottles on the table in front of them. Slowly, Tanya rose from the couch, wrapped the blanket around her body and eagerly drank two bottles of water. She did not dare to speak, as the riding crop was also laying on the table. Her skin was still hurting from the violent whipping. She glanced at the other man in the room, who seemed to have just as many stars and decorations on his uniform as Obuma. “Oh, allow me to introduce you”, the general said. “This fine man is colonel Muwasana, personal assistant to President Museweni. He is the president of Uganda”, the general added, as he could see that Tanya did not know the name. “I am planning to sell your beautiful body, slut.” Tanya’s eyes filled with tears. OH NO IT GETS WORSE! She thought, but did not dare to speak. “Now, Ms. Obutulezi, you will tidy yourself up. You smell like a whore with all that sperm on your body. Oh, I forgot, you ARE a whore”, general Obuma said mockingly. “The colonel need to test drive you, once you have finished. But you are much too dirty and smelly, so you need to get groomed. Seemingly, Tanya did not understand the expression test drive. God, she is naïve, the general thought. “Test drive means the he will fuck you, Ms. Obutulezi. If you are as good as I have promised, you will be taken to the president who will also fuck you. In Africa, we like to share white bitches like you,” he grinned. NONONO! “Please, Sir, let me go! Please let me call my husband!” Immediately, the general slabbed Tanya’s pretty face and pushed her down on the floor. Seconds later, she felt the violent sting of the riding crop on her body once more. “AUUUWWW! I AM SORRY, SIR! PLEASE STOP, SIR!” The general whipped her without mercy. “YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A FUCK SLUT, BITCH! Do you understand?” “YES SIR I AM A FUCK SLUT! AAUUUWWWW” Desperately, Tanya tried to protect her body against the vicious crop with her arms, but in vain. Finally, the general stopped beating the screaming, wailing woman. “Now, go and clean yourself, bitch. You have 20 minutes. Then we will fuck you again.” Obuma found a towel and a bottle of shampoo in a cupboard and gave it to the sobbing slave slut. The other man, whose name she had forgotten, took her arm and led her out of the office, down a hallway and into a shower room. Once inside, he closed the door, locked it and put the key in his pocket. “Now, bitch, get moving. You are completely drenched in dried up sperm and smell like a horse.” He pointed to the showers. “You are much too dirty to fuck.” Desolated by her terrible fate, being reduced to a fuck slave for black men and seemingly without hope, Tanya began showering, rinsing away the semen covering her body. Meanwhile, the black officer watched her sensuous washing of the voluptuous body intensely. This was fucking unbelievable. God, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met, he thought. I cannot wait to fuck her. Colonel, do remember to clean her cunt and ass for all that sperm." When Tanya shut off the shower and began to dry her body with the towel, her big white tits shaking invitingly, colonel Muwasani could not wait any longer. His throbbing cock felt like the size of a baobab tree. Hastily, he removed his shoes and pants, attacked Tanya, forced her down on her back, held her down with his own body, spread her legs and forced his cock into her pussy. She was completely dry inside, and the brutal penetration was very painful. Her vaginal glands, though, were in top condition after a week of daily fucking and had a life of their own. Immediately, they started smearing her tight orifice, as another big black pole raped the white slave wife. The colonel forced his cock all the way into the whimpering white bitch, penetrating her uterus and being rewarded by the sensational feeling of a vaginal blowjob from the cervix. God, this was great! Never had he fucked a cunt like this! He changed position and fucked the bitch doggy style. She started to moan. God what a whore she is, Muwasani thought, I am raping her and she is about to cum. As Tanya felt the hot sperm hosing her innards, she came like a bullet train. AAAAHHHHHHH! She climaxed and squirted as long as Muwasani kept fucking her. What an incredible woman, he thought, as he felt her jizz splattering his balls and thighs. UNBELIEVABLE. His erection did not stop, despite his ejaculation, and he turned them around, so Tanya was riding cowgirl. “FUCK ME, BITCH!” He slapped Tanya’s big tits, which provoked a splatter of milk on his chest and face. The colonel grabbed her udders and pressed them hard, forcing the milk out in two massive streams. He opened his mouth and drank eagerly. Obediently, Tanya bobbed up and down on the big black cock, as her sensitive white breasts were tormented by big black hands. Meanwhile, general Obuma had found the phone number of the husband of Tanya in her mobile phone. It was early morning in Las Vegas, and Mr. Obutulezi was having breakfast when his wife called him. Or rather, it was her number, but a completely different voice that spoke. “This is general Obuma from the Uganda People’s Defence Forces speaking. Are you Mr. Obutulezi?” He confirmed. “Are you married to a white woman by the name of Tanya Obutulezi?” Another cornfirmation. “Has something happened to my wife?” “You might say so. She is under arrest for trying to smuggle ivory out of Uganda, for which there is a maximum penalty of 20 years in prison”. Oh no, Mr. Obutulezi thought, she has been trapped. They wanted to fuck her, so they probably placed a coax in her luggage during customs control. That is the oldest trick of all. “Where is she now, Sir,” he asked with politeness. He could guess in which direction the conversation would go. “She is imprisoned in Entebbe Airport, Mr. Obutulezi. She is just showering after a very thorough cavity search.” Severe rape that probably meant. Obutulezi asked for general Rwigyema, whom he usually dealt with and paid off for protection. “I am sorry, but general Rwigyema is no longer among us. He was killed in a terrorist attack a few days ago.” That explained it all. Sending Tanya to Uganda on her own without protection from higher authorities was a folly. Why hadn’t someone from his network in Uganda called him with this alarming news? “Oh, I am sorry to hear this. I had a long business relationship with the general. But perhaps you and I could become partners?” What he was saying was how much do you want in bribe to let my woman go. Obuma had briefly checked up on Obutulezi and his business in Uganda and elsewhere. It seemed to be a mix of various trading activities, mainly smuggling and sex slavery, with an official front business of selling toothpaste and cosmetics. An annual share of this could be worth a lot. “Well, as you know, Mr. Obutulezi, Uganda is a state governed by law. I cannot bend the rules”. This meant: It is going to be very expensive. Do I really need her, thought Obutulezi for a few seconds, but decided that she was vital for several of his business activities. He asked as directly as possible: “How much would the bail cost, Sir?” The general estimated a huge amount. After some negotiations, Mr. Obutulezi got the price down, on the condition that the general might keep his wife in custody for another month. “She is very popular already, Mr. Obutulezi. She is going to meet the president himself very soon. As we speak, your wife is undergoing security investigations by his staff.” She is getting fucked, her husband thought. Like everybody else, these men are crazy about her body and exquisite fuck hole. But hey, why not get the best out of the situation. If president Museveni liked Tanya, which he undoubtedly would, he could sell her sexual services to many other African nobilities. Little did Obutulezi know that this was exactly what the Ugandan president himself was planning to do. In two week’s time, 54 head of states would assemble for the annual meeting of the AU, the African Union, in Kampala, the capital of Uganda. Museweni wanted to become president for AU, which was the highest official position on the continent. It did not hold much power, but it was very prestigious. He had already made the bribes and promises, but so had several other contestants who wanted election. If his competitors for the post were offered something very unusual, like a white woman with a superb body and extraordinary sexual skills never heard of before, they might be willing to step down from their candidacies. But first and foremost, the president personally had to make sure that this Ms. Obutulezi was equal to the task.

CW and themes: fantasy, predicament play, magic, peril, temperature play, ice, melting, oral, sex, tiefling, elf, orc, male, drow, interrogation, threesome, bisexual, lesbian, transgender, nonbinary --- The wind was still, and for the first time in a long while the sun had peeked out from behind the clouds, setting its rays upon the rough cut stone of an old drow temple. It sat alone on a small, rugged island near the centre of a lake. In the spring, bluebells covered the island in a purple haze. In the summer, the grove of aspens quivered and shook their thick, greeny-yellow leaves. In autumn, thick clusters of red berries coated the bushes and the local swans prepared to migrate. In the winter, the snows came. It was winter now, and as the pale sunlight trickled down through the leaves it dappled over the floor of the ruined temple and the exposed stairwell. A shaft of light fell down the stairs, down and down until it hit a wall of ice and refracted around the large ice cavern hidden beneath. It was once the resting place of an artefact of terrible and forbidden power, the Joy of Just-Ice, a crystal ball that attached itself to the wearer and brought about the most intense sensations and control over the cold. Now, however, it was a tomb. The light of the sun faintly touched upon the figure of a woman, kneeling besides an ornate throne. Her face was trapped in a look of complete despair and hopelessness, her arm outstretched towards the Joy of Just-Ice itself, a sparkling silver ball. This was her mausoleum, her final resting place. Together she would rest here, watching over the Joy of Just-Ice until the end of time. There was a thump from outside. The kind of thump that usually meant heavy boots upon stone. Another thump. And another. The sunlight entering the cavern was cut off as the figures descended the stairs, blocking its path and filling the hall with long, looming shadows. Three shadows. Three sets of footsteps upon the stone. Three figures filed into the cavern, two cloaked with heavy capes and hoods and one a dark shadow. Steam rose from their flaming torches as they wandered over to a raised dais and pool of frozen water. Like Cloudberry had found before them, the cavern was warmer than the outside. The tallest among them was the first to shuck off their massive, fur-lined cape, revealing veiny green skin and well-defined muscles. An orc male, he wore his hair long and loose down his back. Glittering golden caps covered his tusks, one broken near the base and the other curling up and over his cheek. A braided beard covered his jaw. His green skin was only broken by the crisscross of scars over his torso. Spear wounds, knife wounds, burns and magic blasts; all healed over time. More than could be said of those who attacked him. “Khargosh dear, check for traps.” The orc nodded and surveyed the nearest wall of ice. “Enora, I trust you know what we’re looking for.” The second figure inclined her head stiffly, a tall drow woman carrying a book that looked quite similar to Cloudberry’s, which now lay on the floor by her feet gathering ice crystals. Her eyes were a deep crimson, almost completely black and they seemed to mock anything she looked at. Her mouth was a cruel, thin line that did not smile for any reason. Her outfit was a black leather ensemble, all straps and harness and barely any skin coverage. Drow had no need to fear the cold, and her lithe legs with skin the colour of crushed grapes were open to the elements. Her hips were narrow, giving her a wispy and feminine silhouette. Short white hair cascaded down one side of her face, the other side an undercut. On her chest she wore the insignia of the drow Queen’s personal executioner guild. An assassin. As she flipped through the book with deft fingers it became clear that some of the pages were unreadable, covered in the blood of its previous owner. The commands came from the third figure, slightly smaller than the others, and plumper. Two twisted dark horns snaked out from beneath their hood and over their head, large enough to show that this must be a tiefling with many years behind them. They marched up to the dais with the statue of Cloudberry and the ornate throne, throwing off their black velvet cape and revealing a long train of thick dark hair, trailing behind them on the floor. Unlike the stoic and beanpole-like Enora, this tiefling rogue was a riot of sarcastic smiles and insolent curves. They walked with purpose, each hooved step a powerful blow, bouncing their breasts and exaggerating their wide hips. They ran a finger across Cloudberry’s back as they walked past, leaving a path in the condensation from her ass to her head, and with ceremony sat down in the throne of Just-Ice and surveyed the room. They crossed their legs, the leather of their trousers creaking, and tapped their long red nails against the arm of the chair. Their skin was a deep and unmitigated crimson, the only darker patch being the lips, which were maroon like the twilight sky. Like the drow assassin, they had no need for many clothes to keep them warm. Demon ancestry gave them an inner fire that burned brightly through their veins. The cape, therefore, was for dramatic effect. They wore a simple shirt of white cotton, unbuttoned and fastened via a sash at the waist. The tiefling curled their tail elegantly around their leg and quickly surveyed the scene. “Well well, what do we have here?” Words dripped off their tongue like honey, sweetening the air. Their amber eyes had fallen onto the icy statue of the frozen elf girl. Echoes of the panic and humiliation could still be seen on her face, though icicles had started to form on her hair, her neck, her breasts and her outstretched hand. The tiefling saw something glitter near the hand of the ice maiden, and cocked their head. “Enora dear, how long until you finish that damn book?” The drow seemed to ignore her, before answering snappishly. “Do not call me ‘dear’, hireling. It will be done when it is done.” The tiefling grinned. My my, the dark elves were a short fused people. No matter, we had all the time in the world. Hireling indeed… They smirked to themself, and tapped their nails on the chair even louder. Loud enough to destroy the concentration of anyone trying to read a book nearby. Enora moved further away, leafing through the book at a terrible pace. The mage who had been its previous owner had not been very forthcoming about its contents. Reluctantly however he had finally handed it over to her. She had had to kill him, of course, but at least the book was still mostly intact. As she wandered away from the persistent tapping, she stumbled over something beneath the hoarfrost. Fabric? A pile of discarded clothes, scintillating with tiny ice crystals. She kicked them away and… What was this? It was a copy of the same book she was holding, open to a page depicting what this very temple would have looked like in its glory days. There was good news, and bad news. The good news was, she now knew what artefact was in this temple. The bad news was, someone had been here before. She glanced suspiciously over to the statuette of Cloudberry and picked up the book, frozen stiff with the cold. “Found something, sweetie?” Enora winced, but let the endearment slide. This time. She would be glad when this mission was over, and she could watch the ‘dears’ and the ‘sweeties’ fade from the lips of that loathsome tiefling as she slit their throat. Or no – strangled them with their own severed tail. The suggestion of a hint of a smile played near her lips. But no, for now, she needed this demon’s help. The orc was the muscle, the tiefling was the guide, and she was the brains. If this wasn’t the right place, she would still need their help. She turned to her reclining companion. “We are looking for a relic the size of a small ball. It is the last remaining part of a set of seven objects, called the Offerings of Joy. All others have long since been destroyed, or lost. Each one was imbued with a different elemental spirit… I am guessing this is the ice one.” “A small ball, you say…” The tiefling didn’t seem to be listening, only admiring the hands of the ice statue. “Khargosh darling, I have a task for you.” The orc up until that point had been checking the walls diligently for traps that were not there. “Kargosh… I need you to melt this statue for me. I know how much you like elf maidens.” Enora rolled her eyes. Their entire journey had been constantly interrupted by the tiefling’s merciless tormenting of the poor orc. Insatiable goat-headed fool! She couldn’t count the amount of times they had infiltrated a castle, or a hidden treasure vault, only to find her pleasuring herself with the artefacts or making Khargosh ‘test’ them for safety purposes. It’s true, many of them were highly dangerous sex magic constructs which cursed the user with unsuppressible urges, and had to be removed from their plinths with many a moan and a shudder, but this tiefling actually seemed to… delight in it. Khargosh was not a stupid man. He knew a good job opportunity when he saw one, and travelling the world having magically enhanced sex with a gorgeous drow woman and a tiefling? Now that was living. He put his hand on the head of the statue and felt the cold spread beneath his fingers. He felt something else, too. Her body acted like a conduit for the artefact at her hand. He couldn’t help it, his dick began to swell. As he moved his hand away from the statue small drops of water fell from his fingertips. The sexual urge passed but left him with a lingering bulge. “Well, what are you waiting for?” The tiefling was watching him intensely, their fingers moving in little circles on the arm of the chair. The orc let his hands slip under her frozen body, brushing off icicles and revealing the curve of her hanging breasts. The shape of her nipples brushed against the palm of his hand. As far as he knew, Cloudberry was just a statue, and her nipples had been carved that way to be intentionally hard and firm. He put his fingers on them and massaged gently, letting the warmth of his hands begin their job. Drip, drip. Water was definitely falling off the statue but the shape of her breasts didn’t change. If anything, they were more defined than ever. Khargosh wasn’t one for small women. He liked his mates to be tall, muscular and buxom. But all this frost has given him an idea. Taking up a couple of large handfuls of snowy frost from the ground around them, he moulded it onto the statue’s chest. “Ugh, you’re supposed to be melting it, not making it larger.” Enora sighed. The snow seemed to know what it was supposed to do, and adhered to the statue instantly, making her breasts larger and more of a decent handful for the orc and his giant hands. Compared to Cloudberry, Khargosh must have been a good metre taller, at least. He smiled at his handiwork and cupped her pendulous bust with his hands. Enora rolled her eyes at this childish display, but couldn’t tear her gaze away. Cloudberry was on all fours, with one hand extended and her face held high. The orc ran one of his hands down her back, over her ass, and over her crotch. Water ran down her legs leaving glimmering trails of shine. He licked the water off his fingers. His hand found the ridges which were once her labia and pressed hard against the centre. Liquid trickled down his hand and dripped to the floor. He positioned himself behind her and used his other hand to undo his belt. His dick was thick, uncut and veiny. Green like the rest of him, but its head was a throbbing emerald-tinged pink. His bulging veins were easily the size of a small elf girl’s finger, and his girth would take two elven hands to encircle. Being quite averagely endowed for an orc, Khargosh had always been amazed and a little embarrassed when his non-orcish partners had stared wide eyed at his manhood. He no longer felt the cold, thanks to the power of the Joy of Just-Ice running through him. Only when he first placed his erection against her ass did he feel the frozen bite, but after a few thrusts rubbing his cock up against the groove between her cheeks he no longer felt the chill. Moisture covered his penis, a mixture of melted ice and precum. He voiced his contentment and his grunts echoed around the cavern. The tiefling giggled under their breath and let their hand fall into their lap, not even attempting to conceal their lust as they rubbed their clit through their clothing. Enora was more reserved, a visible blush creeping over her wine-dark cheeks, and an equally visible bulge clearly defined in her tight leathers. In the matriarchal kingdom of the drow, it was not uncommon to find women born with penises, assigned the wrong sex at birth. She bit her lower lip and tried hard to think of something else, as a slight wet patch leaked from the tip of her penis and created a damp spot on her harness. Khargosh’s ministrations were working. Where his fingers had been resting over her vulva, a hole had formed between her lips. He tried to enter it but it was still too small, the lips still too hard and icy to let him in. Instead when he tried to push inside, his cock slipped down between her legs, rubbing against her pussy lips and cushioned on each side by her thighs. He moaned and reached over her, wrapping his muscled arm around her neck and thrusting into her thigh gap. The melting ice lubricated his cock and allowed it to slide easily in and out. As he did so, her legs parted slightly, and the weight of his body pushed her head to the floor. I knew it. The tiefling thought, as Cloudberry began to regain some flexibility. This was no statue… only a silly, silly little girl. Khargosh had barely noticed, the artefact was doing its work on him. He spread her legs out, and with a triumphant sigh lined himself up to enter her. It was still hard to get his girth inside her, but with persistence the ice melted more and more… and just as how adding the snow had increased her breast size, melting her ice was giving him a depth he couldn’t have reached were she flesh and blood. At first just this throbbing tip entered her, but with every subsequent thrust he entered deeper and deeper still, until his entire length was inside her with every push and his balls slapped against her lips. Only orc women, and some tieflings (he thought, briefly, of the one watching him right now) had the elasticity to handle a full blooded orc cock. Luckily, even elf girls could do it when their body shape could be melted into place. Though some flexibility had returned, she was still completely transparent, and the watching party members could see his throbbing cock inside her, improbably deep and pushing hard against her boundaries. “S-she’s a human! No, an elf!” Enora ran over to the statue, ignoring the sweaty orc, and cupped Cloudberry’s face with her hand. “Does she still live? The tiny fool, does she know how dangerous sex magic can be?” Enora’s hand went to her erection, gently stroking the tip with her thumb over her leathers. She had unwittingly touched the statue, and now the artefact will do its magic on her as well. The tiefling bit her lip to see the drow woman get involved. At this point she had lost all pretence of sitting demurely, with one leg over the arm of the chair she was playing openly with her exposed pussy. She didn’t need a cursed artefact to enjoy herself. Her vulva was like a slit with no visible inner labia, only her engorged clitoris poking out near the top. Her pubic hair was black like the cascade of hair that ran messily down over the back of the throne. The drow grabbed Cloudberry’s head roughly, and used two fingers to prise open her stiff mouth. With her other hand, she unbuckled the belt on her hip and her lower harness fell down. With a sharp intake of breath she felt the frozen chill in the air against her hot erection, but in a moment the artefact did its work and any coldness disappeared. Her dick was dark and long, curving up to a tip of light purple. Not as veined as the orc’s, it was hard in her hand. A faint dribble of precum glistened on her black thigh. Enora scared the tiefling. Was it because she was a master assassin, or because her sadism showed itself in her lovemaking? Either way, she watched enthralled as the drow woman picked up the icy girl by the sides of her head (Was she grabbing her long elf ears, or her hair?) and pulled her mouth over her cock. Still translucent, the outline of Cloudberry’s tongue could be seen nestling it, her throat opening to receive it. Enora moaned and held her head in place as she thrust into her mouth, almost cradling her head into her crotch. From his point of view, Khargosh could see though the back of the statue’s neck and he watched as the dark drow cock moved down her throat over and over again. As she melted, liquid dripped from Cloudberry’s mouth and with every push the face fucking created a delicious squelching sound. It was too much, he couldn’t hold it any longer. He didn’t understand the sexual politics of the dark elves, but any woman who could wield a cock with such powerful purpose was alright in his book. He let go, and with a powerful orcish roar he came inside her. Cum spurted from his rose-tinted cock, filling her with hot liquid. The tiefling gasped and grinned impishly as she saw the cum pooling inside her transparent belly, trapped in a swirl of pearly white. A couple of more gentle thrusts later, the orc shuddered and detached himself from the elf girl. “Now Khargosh, she doesn’t look melted at all. You, on the other hand…” He only waved a hand weakly in response, sweat and moisture pouring down his chest. He didn’t have time to reply, because it was at that moment that our brave heroine Cloudberry opened her eyes. Her skin was returning to a slightly more human colour, but it was still translucent. Only her extremities were turning back to her normal pinkish glow. Her pussy lips were red and engorged, cum dripping out of them from somewhere inside her. Everything felt strange. She tried to speak but only a muffled moan came out. “Mmmfh!” At first she thought it was the ball gag still in her mouth, but no… she could clearly taste the savoury and salty mixture of skin and cum and, looking down, she saw the dark drow dick thrusting in and out from between her reddening lips. And then, all the memories came flooding back to her. She had been floating… no, drifting across a lake of refracted glass and secrets. Her eyes has been crystal balls, reflecting rainbows across her vision. Dreaming. She had been dreaming. Naked, her body glowed with a faint pink and blue bioluminescence, the water running past her with clouds of misty tendrils in its wake. She remembered she had frozen. She remembered the Joy of Just-Ice just out of her grasp. Where was she? Oh. Right. She was inside the ball itself, looking out. She closed her eyes and breathed out. Breathed in. And out. In and out. When she next opened them she wasn’t alone. Gazing down over her was… a person? A face? It was hard to make out. “Wake up sleepyhead!” A high pitched voice echoed around her. She sat up on her elbows and lowed around. The figure darted away, perhaps on wings. She still couldn’t quite make it out. “Who are you?” She wasn’t sure if she was speaking, but the words appeared in her mind. “A friend, I guess. I really enjoyed our time together!” She was talking to the spirit of ice which inhabited the artefact itself. “I like you. I think you like me too. Will you take care of me from now on?” “Yes.” She felt herself saying. “I will.” The figure danced in the air above her. “Oh! We’re going to have so much fun! I can’t wait! So let me tell you a secret…” The figure came in real close to her face, and she could see that it was indeed a humanoid. She just couldn’t see it before because it was glowing so strongly. It whispered in her ear and the sound created a tingling sensation all down her body. “When you are my mistress, people will want to get close to you. That’s what happened to my old master. They can’t help it! But every time they experience that sublime joy around you, your powers get stronger. So… don’t hold back! Give it all you’ve got!” Sublime joy. The old world word that meant sex. Specifically, sex magic. Like a flash, the figure darted to the side of the glass and stared out. “Look, here they come now. Remember, the more you make them happy, the stronger you become!” In a haze, cloudberry heard the tiefling’s voice as though from very far away. She vaguely felt hands touch her. She felt the orc’s hard cock rub against her. Slowly but surely, she regained the use of her body. Until eventually… she woke up. “So nice of you to join us my dear, now who might you be?” She came back to reality with a start. “Mmfh.” “Oh, indeed. Enora dear, get your cock out her mouth for just two seconds, will you sweetie?” After a moment of hesitation, Enora pulled her dick away, which came out of Cloudberry’s mouth with a satisfying sucking noise and left a trail of saliva from mouth to penis. The elf girl sat up, panting. She mustered up all her courage. “M-my name is Cloudberry, I am a member of the royal elven mages guild, and- wait, why are my boobs so heavy!?” Khargosh grinned but said nothing, watching her try to fit her breasts in her hands with wonder. “No time for that darling… Cloudberry, was it?” The tiefling leaned forward in their chair and ran a red pointed nail down her cheek. “We have much more interesting things to discuss. For example -” They held up the Joy of Just-Ice on its chain with a gloved hand, careful not to touch the surface with their bare skin. Newly freed from the freshly melted ice, it glistened with moisture and refracted light. “Tell me everything you know about this artefact. Quickly, or the drow queen’s personal assassin…” She gestured to Enora, who stood panting and glaring at Cloudberry, her cock dripping with frothy spit. “…may have to torture you with a little more… intensity.” Cloudberry paled. The head assassin herself? Here!? “No! You can’t do this! I am a member of the guild of mages, I-” The tiefling’s crimson tail whipped out and slapped her hard across the face, snapping her head to the side. “Let me make one thing crystal clear, little frostling. I can do whatever I want.” They stood up from the throne to her full height, hooves firmly on the ground and long, black hair flowing behind her. They towered over the kneeling, half-translucent elf girl. “I am Lintuhäkki Helvetti, I catch all my prey. Little birds like you don’t stand a chance against me.” Cloudberry was silent. She knew this name. It was the most feared name across the entire kingdom. A sorcerer who had gone rogue from the mage’s guild, a rogue, a murderer, a collector of ancient artefacts who sold them to the highest bidder. Why were they working with the dark elves? She didn’t have a chance to finish this thought, as a strong hand grabbed her chin and turned her upwards. Long, scarlet nails dug into her skin. She felt hot breath on her face as the tiefling’s smiling lips brushed against her own. “But you may call me Lin.” THE END…? HOW CAN OUR INTREPID HEROINE POSSIBLY SURVIVE THE TORTURE INFLICTED BY A ROGUE MAGE AND HER HORNY FRIEND? AND WILL KHARGOSH EVER WIPE THAT SMILE OFF HIS FACE? FIND OUT IN PART THREE FOLKS!

I hope you like this story, part 7 marks many things to come in later stories. Please comment and enjoy. Tyler's dad was a real frequent customer of my mom. He fucked her almost as much as John, but not more than Bill. Mom had other guys that would show up from time to time, but these 3 were constant. Mom had plenty of work, sometimes during the day, sometimes at night. She had a few guys that would show up during the morning times, but she worked mostly at night. I would stay with grandma when she worked at night, and sometimes she would come pick me up and drop me off at school. If I wasn't at school, and mom was working, I was usually at my house waiting for mom. I would use the time to watch videos of her, and sometimes even the other girls on the site. I still fantasized about being mom, and I liked going through her lingerie and clothes, and trying things on. I couldn't fill up her bras, but her small thongs started fitting right. I loved wearing them around the house, feeling the fabric up my butt. I had tried getting mom to buy me thongs, but she refused, so I wore hers when she wasn't around. Mom knew I tried on her clothes, I had done it in front of her since I was a little girl, but she didn't mind. I met Tanya a few months before my tenth b-day. Mom and I went over to her house to hang hang out with her and bathe at her pool. We were greeted at the door by a stunning mexican girl in a black bikini. Mom introduced her as a friend from work. She was amazingly beautiful. She was a 22 year old, hispanic, skinny girl, with long black hair, and big hips. Tanya,"nice to meet you, you look so cute, just like your mom." She was on my good side from that moment. She invited us in, and showed us her big butt as she guided us in her thong bikini. Her butt was perfect, and she had amazing legs. She had a perfect walking posture, her hips swerved side to side, and her bounced up and down with every step she took. She had a big house with a pool in the back. Me and mom stripped down to our bikinis, mom was wearing a thong also. We laid down on her pool seats, and she began putting sunscreen on mom. She massaged her body, and the sun glistened off the water, reflecting on her beautiful white face, and mom's body. I was turned on watching Tanya touch my mom. She touched her entire body taking her time on her butt, her legs, her breasts, mom didn't even flinch. My mind clicked, I recognized her as the girl from the video. She was the same beautiful girl that had sex with mom. Tanya continued applying sunscreen, then came over to me. I laid facedown, and she began applying sunscreen on my upper back. It felt good as she massaged the sunscreen on me, moving her soft hands lower and lower. Tanya was talking to my mom about how good her breasts looked. And we started joking of how I would wear mom's lingerie and try to fill up her bras. She reached my lower back, than skipped all the way to my calves. I told them how I prayed I grew big boobs She kept massaging sunscreen on, moving up to my legs. She massaged the back of my legs and it felt amazing. Tanya, "you look more like an ass type of girl." Mom, "What do you mean?" Tanya, "look at her legs, her hips, her ass." Tanya began massaging my butt and mom got up and stared at me from behind. Tanya, "her hips are widening up, she has thick legs, and a bubble butt, how old are you?" She continues massaging my butt. Me, "9." Tanya tells my mom, "you see what I mean, look ate the way her body is developing, she is definitely an ass girl." Mom,"You might be right, she might get it from her dad's side." Me, "I hope not, I really want big boobs." Mom, "My side of the family is blessed up on top, so you will probably grow boobs also." Tanya, "Are you kidding me, there is nothing men like more than a girl with an ass, believe me, specially you looking like your mom, you are gonna have men lined up for you." I loved Tanya. I still wanted big boobs though. On my tenth b-day, Tyler gave me flowers, a teddy bear, chocolates, and those kind of things. Tyler's dad dropped off 100 dollars with my mom, telling her I could buy anything I wanted. Bill took mom and I shopping, and got me new clothes. Mom bought me a cake, and my first set of high heeled shoes. I had been wanting to try them for some time now, and mom got me a really expensive pair. I walked around the mall with them, I was falling every 3 steps. My friends in school gave me a few things, but my favorite gift came from Tanya, she gave me a small two piece thong bathing suit, and a one piece thong bathing suit. It was probably the smallest size available for women, and it fit just slightly big on top, but perfect on the bottom. The next day, Tanya and mom went to the pool, and Tanya said,"well, let me see that ass girl." I put on my one piece and walked out to the pool, and turned my ass towards her to show her. Tanya,"That's a hot ass." She grabbed my buttcheecks and fondled them, 10 years old and you are already developing well, all the boys are going to want you." She let go of my ass after a few seconds of fondling them and I felt sexy like mom and Tanya for the first time. We bathed and swam for a while, they asked about boys in school, and then Tanya started talking about her husband. She went into detail about how he liked fucking her in the ass every single day. She ran away from home and became and underage stripper. She married a well off mexican guy that was about 30. She never left the stripping business, she actually enjoyed it. Her husband liked to hear her stories as he fucked her. She was allowed to prostitute herself for money, but no one could fuck her butt, only he could. Tanya,"He is huge, and he won't give my ass a break, it wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't so big, what am I saying, you know what I mean, you are his favorite pair of tits. He loves fucking you." Mom,"I don't know how you can take him in the ass everyday, he is huge." I realized Tanya's husband had been fucking my mom also. I didn't care of course, but I felt awesome knowing Tanya and mom had gotten comfortable with this kind of conversations around me, forgetting I was a teen. I felt like one of the big girls. Mom,"He is fun to suck on though, makes for an interesting deepthroat." Tanya, "You are such a whore." We all laughed. If it weren't for the videos I was watching, I would have been clueless, but no one seemed to notice I knew more than I should. I kept getting more and more attention at school. I was growing a bit, and my clothes fit a little smaller. I started catching boys looking at me, and girls giving me weird looks. I loved wearing pants and shorts that showed my pantyline. I had a teacher, Mr. Anderson, who I caught looking at my butt a few times. He was a fat, ugly, old white man that I didn't like at all. I would go up to his desk and walk away shaking my hips a little more than usual. I didn't really notice an ass on myself, but I loved the attention I was getting, and didn't care who it was from. Tyler,"I want to kiss you." Me,"ok." Tyler,"uuuhhh, ok." I realized he probably expected some resistance. But he leaned in for a kiss and closed his eyes. It was too late to go back, so I did the same. Our lips touched, and he pulled back blushing in silence. I was dissappointed, I thought he wanted to kiss like mom did, big and long, but it was just a peck in the lip. It was like nothing. Our school had the elementary students and junior high students seperated by a fence. Us girls would talk about how hot the older boys were, and liked hanging out close to the fence to look at the boys. I was hanging out when I heard an older kid calling as I walked by. Juan,"Hey, my name is Juan, I'm Amanda's brother, you are Brenda right." He was a tall handsome mexican kid. Me,"oh hi, I didn't know she had a brother. Nice to meet you." Juan,"I've seen you hanging out with her, thought we should hang out, you want to be my girlfriend." I was shocked, "but I already have a boyfriend." Juan,"Can I be your second boyfriend? No one has to know. I won't even tell Amanda." It felt awesome to have an older kid wanting to be my boyfriend, he had that look of lust in his eyes men give my mom. Me,"ok, but you can't tell anyone." Juan," I promise." Me,"ok". Juan,"I know a spot where we can meet up with no one noticing, let me show you." We walked over to this abandoned part of the school, that was off limits to us students. It was dusty and old, with no maintanance done to the buildings. Some of the older kids would go there to skip classes. Juan,"we can meet here after school so no one can see us. I know it's dirty, but I'll bring some stuff in so we can sit down. Me,"ok." He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. He pushed his lips on mine, and shoved his tongue inside my mouth. I stood a little shocked, but felt like that was a real kiss. He lowered his hands to my butt, and pulled up almost lifting me off the ground. Me,"hold on." Juan,"now that you are my girlfriend, I can do this, or are you a little girl?" Me,"No, I am not." Juan,"good." He continued kissing me, and grabbing my butt. He undid my pants pulled them down, I was standing on my underwear. He continued groping me. Juan,"I like your ass. I don't like little girls, and I can tell real quick if you are one. I'm gonna show you something." He undid his pants, and pulled out his penis. It was hard. I had seen a few from videos and mom getting fucked, but I had never seen one up close and in person. Juan,"Grab it." I grabbed it with both hands, and just held it. I felt it pump and get bigger. Juan,"Get on your knees right in front of it." I obeyed, I knew exactly what was going on, and I played along pretending I was being hesitant. I looked straight at it, he held both my hands and started moving my hands up and down, jerking himself with my hands. Juan,"Just like that, show me your a big girl. Jack me off like that, and kiss it." I knew what he wanted, and I was ready for this for a while now, didn't care who it was. I put my lips on it, and he began pushing his dick inside my mouth. I left my hands stoking it, and began going deeper little by little. He grabbed the back of my head and shivered. I felt his dick pump in my mouth, and then a salty taste with every pump. He came in about 30 seconds of me sucking him. I felt that salty liquid in my mouth, and just swallowed it. It felt thick going down my throat. He looked straight down at me. Juan,"Did you eat it." Me,"yeah." Juan,"Juan, wow! You are awesome. You are going to be a good girlfriend." We left the building and I went to the spot where mom or grandma would pick me up. Mom was already waiting. We left and mom asked me,"How was school." I still had the taste in my mouth, and replied,"It was ok, wish it would have lasted longer, I did learn a few new things though, and made a new friend." Please comment......

The Bimbo Formula Chapter 6: Bimbo Wife's Interracial Gangbang by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Alice I knelt in the back of the gray van, the shag carpeting lining the floor tickling my legs. I ran my fingers through the delightful fibers as the undercover cop, a handsome Black man with a huge cock tenting the front of his sweatpants, climbed in after me. “You drive, Demarkus,” he said to his partner, another Black man who had dreadlocks. I giggled. “Ooh, I love shag carpet. It's so soft on my fingers.” The sirens grew louder as a police car approached the mall. My heart raced. Everything happened so fast. Janet and I were handing out fliers, then we had to help all those poor men whose cocks we made hard, and then these two Black cops pulled me away and told me I had to help them. People were supposed to obey cops. That was why I went with the two undercover cops. They needed my help. Probably because I made their cocks hard, and when a woman did that, it was her job to suck on those cocks and relieve the pressure. I should do that right now, but the shag felt so ticklish on my hands. I giggled, my breasts jiggling in my tight, green dress. I loved green. It made my red hair stand out. The dress was so sexy. It clung to my gorgeous, curvy body. I used to be fat, but thanks to my super-smart, sciency husband, I had the most beautifulest body in the world. “Damn,” the cop groaned as he stroked his cock. “Call the boys. Tell them to meet me at my place. We are going to fuck this slut hard.” I giggled. “Are you going to make me be a naughty wife?” I purred. “Then my husband will have to spank me.” I loved it when Frank spanked me. So I loved being naughty. My pussy clenched as I reached out and squeezed the cop's cock through his sweatpants. He was so thick. I had wanted to fuck a Black man ever since the UPS man showed me his hard cock a few days ago. My special package was in his dick. I had to use my mouth to get his special package, which was his cum. He was delicious. I was so glad he delivered it to me. “Slut, we are going to make you so naughty your ass will be red for a month.” I groaned as he slammed shut the van door. The engine started as my hands dipped in and pulled out the cop's thick cock. It was the biggest dick I had ever handled. I licked my lips. He was so hard. I had no choice but to lean over and suck his cock in between my lips and help the poor man out. “Fuck, Jim, this is fucked up,” Demarkus groaned. “Are we really going to gangbang her?” “The slut knows to obey the cops. And since we're all cops, right, she'll be more than happy to.” “Right,” Demarkus laughed. “What a dumb bitch.” Who was a dumb bitch? Me? I know I was a bimbo, but did that make me dumb? Thinking could be so hard. It took so much concentration. I couldn't think right now. It was too hard to think and suck a dick. And I had throbbing dick stretching my mouth open. I had to suck and focus on relieving Officer Jim's throbbing cock. Not wonder if I was a dumb bitch. I sucked and swirled my tongue around the crown. He groaned as my tongue slid across his sensitive tip. His salty precum leaked out. I shifted my knees, loving the shag tickling my legs while my pussy juices dribbled down my thighs. I would make all the cops cum even if it meant I was a naughty wife. I sucked and bobbed my head, my hand finding his heavy balls. They were full of his jizz, and I had to get all of it out of him to relieve his pain. I massaged them as I sucked. “That's it, slut,” groaned the officer. “You're a fucking slut. A badge bunny bimbo that will do anything to please a cop. Fuck, you are one sexy bitch. Gonna enjoy fucking that White snatch. Mmm, you are gorgeous. I'll stretch your cunt out. You'll never want that husband of yours to fuck you again.” Now that was silly. I loved fucking Frank. How could I ever not love fucking him? He was my husband. It was a wife's duty to love fucking her husband. And I was the chief wife. It was my duty to fuck him all the time. I loved fucking him. I wish he was here, fucking me as I sucked Officer Jim's cock. I had a free hand. I slipped it between my thighs as I bobbed my head on his throbbing dick. He groaned, his dark hands gripping my red hair and forcing my mouth farther and father down his cock. I felt so helpless. My fingers sank into my pussy. I groaned about his dick, loving the way his cock brushed the back of my throat. My mouth was so open. I couldn't believe how much of his cock I took into his mouth. I moaned as my fingers stirred my pussy up. “Let's see if the slut can deep-throat my dick,” groaned Officer Jim. “I bet you know how.” I did. I relaxed my throat, frigging my pussy faster and faster as his cock forced down my throat. I shuddered in delight. My hips undulated as the pleurae built faster and faster inside of me. I groaned about his cock as my throat stretched open. I could barely breathe. It was so exciting. My vision fuzzed as my pussy clenched on my fingers. I swallowed, massaging his dick with my throat as the heel of my hand ground on my clit. I massaged his balls, the pleasure mounting inside of me. My lips brushed his curly pubic hair. Every time I breathed in through my nose, I smelled his manly musk. “Fuck, she did it,” groaned Officer Jim. “I got to snatch of pic of this White slut deep-throating my cock.” I tried to smile as he pulled out his camera. I was modeling again. My pussy spasmed on my fingers as the flash on his camera went off. I moaned as my orgasm burst through me. I hoped it would end up on the internet and everyone could see how beautiful I was modeling with a big, Black dick buried down my throat. “You are one amazing slut,” groaned Jim as I shuddered. “Are you cumming?” I moaned a “yes” about his dick. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure burst through me. I groaned and spasmed, the heat rushing through my body. My pussy spasmed about my fingers as I dug through my juicy hole. I gasped for joy around his cock, my moans muffled the thick shaft. “Shit,” he groaned, sliding my face up his cock, then he pushed me down it. His fingers were so strong as they gripped me. He fucked me on his dick, groaning and gasping every time his tip buried into my mouth. “That's it, slut. Shit, I'm going to blow my load down your throat.” Good. I was helping him feel better. I sucked and moaned, making sure I gave him the bestest blowjob ever. I kept fingering my pussy, stirring more pleasure through me and building myself to another orgasm. I loved cumming. It was the bestest thing in the world. “Shit, you slut,” he groaned, his balls tightening in my hand. “Oh, yes. That's it. Get ready to drink down every drop. I want you to savor my cum, whore.” I would. He slid my head up until only the tip of his dick rested in my mouth. I massaged his balls, eager for his cum. He grunted as I sucked, my cheeks hollowing. I was so enthusiastic to have his cum. I couldn't wait for it. “You goddamn whore!” Cum splashed into my mouth. Thick and salty. My pussy clenched on my thrusting fingers as I swallowed the first blast, the creamy treat coating my throat and soothing the ache his large cock had left. A second blast splashed into my mouth. “Goddamn, slut, drink it! You are such a fucking White whore.” I was a fucking White whore. I loved it. I swallowed his third blast, his cum warming my belly. Another orgasm brewed inside of me. It was so exciting kneeling on the shag carpet in the back of a van, those ticklish fibers rubbing on my legs, while sucking a Black man's dick. I was such a naughty wife. “Shit!” he grunted as the final blast of cum squirted into my mouth. As I swallowed his salty seed, my second orgasm rippled through my body. It wasn't as intense as the first, but it still felt wonderful as it flowed through my body. I moaned and shivered as his cock popped out of my mouth. “Do you feel better, Officer Jim?” I asked, a big grin on my face. “For now,” he panted. “But I'm sure that sexy body will make me hard again.” He leered at my tits almost falling out of my dress. “Oh, yes, that body will make me hard.” “Then I'll make sure I help you out by giving you my bestest blowjob!” “I think I'll need your pussy or asshole next time,” he told me. “Remember, I'm a cop. You have to obey.” “Absolutely, sir,” I beamed. “I have the bestest pussy and the bestest asshole, sir.” “Damn,” Officer Demarkus groaned from the front. “What a slut.” “Amen, brother,” Officer Jim smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank The meeting with the department store manager was a bust. Jordan Mitchel turned out to be an dried-up, old woman who could definitely benefit from the bimbo serum, but I only had enough left for one more treatment, and I was saving it for now. Bringing Becca, the youngest of my three wives, to use as enticement wouldn't work on Jordan. She wasn't even a lesbian. She just sneered at the idea that Becca had been an overweight, ugly girl before my bimbo formula transformed her into the blonde bombshell sitting beside me. “Come on,” I sighed. There would be other stores to sell the serum at. I hoped Alice and Janet, my other two wives, were having better luck getting men to sign their women up for a “bimbo party.” It was like a Tupperware party except the women would be getting the bimbo injection and joining in on an orgy. “I'm sorry,” Becca pouted. “I wasn't hot enough.” I put my arm around my youngest wife. It was so weird having three wives. But it was all Alice's idea. She had taken the intelligent shot when she came up with the entire plan for the party, and the idea to make Janet, her best friend, and Becca, who I recruited to be our bang-secretary, as my wives. Three wives were all I was allowed. Sure I could fuck other women, but Alice put her foot down on me having a larger harem. That was fine with me. I loved Alice, and it was exciting knowing it was just the bimbo serum talking when she was eager to have kinky sex. It was the repressed Alice finally free to have fun thanks to her lowered IQ. Sure it meant Alice would cheat on me. Any guy could talk Alice into having sex with him. She was so gullible, a side-effect of the process, that she would believe anything. But it was hot knowing my wife was so attractive other man had to have her. I put my arm around the pouting Becca's shoulders. “You are so hot. That's why I married you. So cheer up. I love you.” Becca did cheer up. A big smile crossed her youthful face. She snuggled closer to me, looking hot in her light-blue dress. The material was stretchy, clinging to her ample bosom and curvy hips. My dick ached in my pants. “Let's see how our other wives are doing handing out the fliers.” Becca nodded, a big grin on her face. “I bet they have found so many people to sign up. Like six.” I chuckled. “Six isn't a lot. We need ten.” With the money we made selling sex tapes to porn sites, we could afford to make another ten treatments. We would sell those ten treatments for $1000 a piece and then we would be able to expand. “That's almost all my fingers though,” Becca said, holding them out. “See. Six is more than half. I can count.” “Yes, you can,” I snorted and kissed her head. A police siren echoed from outside. I groaned. I had a bad feeling about that sound. A lot of people were walking quickly from the entrance where I left Alice and Janet. Most were men sporting hard-ons. I shouldn't be surprised my two wives put on a show that resulted in the cops being called. I hope they weren't being arrested. I did not have the money to bail them out. “It was a mistake to let Ryan watch them,” I growled, walking faster. Ryan used to be a confident jock, and technically was Janet's husband. He was a prick and I had enjoyed cuckolding him. When he found out that I, a scientist nerd, was screwing his bimbofied wife, he had grown violent. And then Alice, thanks to the intelligence serum, chemically neutered him. Now he was a wimp that did what we told him to do. I burst out of the mall entrance to find a dumpy, female cop handcuffing Janet, one her boobs still hanging out of her tight, red dress. Ryan stood nearby, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably, clearly not sure what to do. And where was Alice? Had she already been arrested? There were no other cops. I guess they didn't feel the need to dispatch a second unit. That was something. The woman glanced at me as I approached, her face butch, her hair cut shorter than most men. “Can I help you, sir?” she asked. “You're arresting my wife,” I said. “Your wife was committing lewd acts in public,” she answered with a bitch sneer. She turned her attention back to Janet. “See, her tit's out. What a skank.” “I was just helping the men out, honey,” Janet pleaded. Cum stained her face. “Alice and I made them hard. They were in pain, so we helped them.” I almost smiled. “And where is Alice?” I asked, glancing around for my real wife. “The Black cops took her away.” “What other cops?” the bulldog woman asked. “I'm the only unit that responded.” “They were undercover cops,” Janet said. “Two Black guys lured Alice off,” muttered Ryan. “Told her they needed her help. They left in a gray van.” “And you let them take her?” I demanded, my stomach curdling. Ryan flinched. “Sorry, sir.” “What's this about some guys pretending to be cops,” the bulldog cop asked. Alice had been taken? My palms went sweaty. I had to find her. I pulled out her phone as the cop went to Ryan, dragging Janet along with her. I called Alice's cell phone. Her ringtone came from nearby. I spotted my wife's purse by Ryan. “Fuck, now how am I supposed to find her?” I groaned, my stomach twisting. “Will she be okay?” Becca asked, her face pale. My heart beat faster. Who had taken her? What if they never brought her back? She would go along with anything. I needed a way to help her. I had the syringe in my pocket. I stared at the squat, toad-like, female cop. She could definitely use the bimbo serum. I pulled out the syringe, used my teeth to remove the plastic covering over the needle, then plunged it right into the cop's ass. She gasped and turned around, her eyes angry. Her hand went down to her belt and she pulled her gun. “What the fuck did...?” Her eyes widened. “Oh, my, it's getting warm.” She shook her head as the bimbo chemical pumped through her body. “What did you...oh, my, oh my, it is getting so warm. I mean...you need to keep your...your...um...why is it so warm? She took her left hand away from the grip of her gun to fan her face, though she still kept her gun pointed at me. She shifted her hips, her eyes growing a little unfocused. And then she giggled and stared at her gun for a moment. “Why am I angry at you?” she asked as her butch-short, brown hair began sprouting. It fell into long, luxurious waves about her face. Her squat appearance vanished, the pudginess retreating, leaving behind soft, feminine features. She actually grew several inches while her waist shrunk. Her tits grew bigger. For a big woman, she didn't seem to have much tits before. Her shoulders narrowed, the bulldog profile completely gone. Her shirt stayed tight, her boobs swelling up to replace the mass lost in the rest of her body. “Oh, my it is hot,” she breathed, and then giggled. “My, oh, my. What am I doing here? Am I arresting you? Is that why I got my gun out.” “I am a doctor,” I told her. “And, as you know, doctors have to be obeyed by their patients.” “Am I your patient, Doctor?” “He's Doctor Frank,” Becca giggled. “Ooh, you are so pretty now.” “Am I?” She glanced down and gasped. “Oh, Lord, I have huge titties now.” She bounced on her feet and giggled. “Look at them. Oh, my. They seem huge. I'm glad I skipped out on the bra today. I never had such big titties. Would you like to see them?” “Yes,” Becca nodded. “Not know,” I said. “Officer...” I glanced at her nametag. “Tyson, you have to help me find my wife. And since I just gave you a medical treatment to make you beautiful, I am your doctor, and you have to obey me and find my wife.” “Right, I'm a cop. I have to help people. And my doctor.” She giggled again. “I protect and serve.” “That's right. So, how do we find my wife?” I asked. “I don't know,” she giggled. “Shouldn't you know? She's your wife.” “But you're a cop. How do you investigate?” “Hmm, I am a cop,” Officer Tyson nodded. “And...we should look at the footage. The surveilly footage.” She giggled again. “Why's it called footage? No foots are involved.” “Right, the mall security cameras.” I seized her arm. “Come on.” Then I glanced at Janet in handcuffs. “First, release Janet. You can't arrest her. She's my wife. And doctor's wives can't be arrested.” “Wow, I never knew that,” Officer Tyson smiled. “Seven years as a cop, and I'm learning so much. Thank you, Dr. Frank.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice “This is where I'm helping you and the other cops at?” I asked, my forehead frowning. It wasn't a very nice place. The van was parked before a rundown house, the lawn overgrown, several rusting cars, one resting on cinder blocks, scattered through the jungle of grass. “I thought we were going to a...a...cop place.” “We're undercover,” Officer Jim laughed, his arm going around my waist. His large hand gave my ass a squeeze and a hot thrill shot through me. My pussy clenched. “Now you got a lot of satisfying to do.” “Yes, siree, officer,” I nodded my head, my boobs jiggling. “Damn, I can't believe this,” Officer Demarkus groaned, rubbing at the front of his jeans. He looked like he had an equally large cock in there. I licked my lips, eager to experience them both. I was such a naughty bimbo wife. I made these men hard then had to cheat on my husband to fix them. I let out a naughty giggle as we walked up to the front of the house. Officer Jim unlocked the door and ushered me in. The house was pretty empty. Not much furniture, only a recliner and a small TV. The rest of the living room was covered in green-and-orange shag carpet. “You like shag,” I giggled as my toes curled into it the ticklish carpet. “Yes, I do,” he grinned as he pulled up my dress, exposing my curvy body. “Mmm, and you look just delicious. I think I need to get a taste of that pussy before it gets wrecked.” The cop's dark hands roamed my body as he pushed me down onto the floor. I loved how their ebony hands caressed my pale, creamy flesh. I shuddered, savoring the shag on my back and ass as I spread my legs wide for the men. Officer Demarkus seized my large tit, squeezing it until it almost hurt. He let out a hungry growl and sucked my fat nipple between his lips. I gasped, my toes curling at the wonderful feel of his lips on my rubbery nipple. “Damn, this whore has great titties. I got to fuck them.” “Knock yourself out, son,” Officer Jim grinned as he kissed down my belly. “Gonna devour me some sweet cunt.” “Fuck that,” snorted Officer Demarkus. He must be the junior partner. He was younger. “Only wimps lick snatch.” “Boy, if you know how to eat pussy, you'll get a girl to do anything.” “Don't need to eat this whore's pussy to shove my dick between her big, White titties,” laughed Officer Demarkus as he pulled off his jeans. “She's an airhead,” Officer Jim. “No,” I groaned. “I'm a marshmallow head. There's so much marshmallowy goodness on my brain smothering out all the bad thoughts.” Officer Jim laughed as Officer Demarkus straddled my stomach and plopped his big, Black cock between my ivory tits. He squeezed them around his warm shaft and pumped his hips, his dick popping in and out between my tits. My eyes widened as Officer Jim dove his lips into my pussy. He licked and tongued me while Demarkus fucked his cock in and out of my big boobs. I groaned, my body undulating against Officer Jim's wonderful lips. “Oh, that's so good,” I gasped as I watched the dark head of Demarkus's dick pop in and out of my titties. It throbbed, the tip glistening with precum. “Officer Jim, yes, you're making my pussy feel so good.” “I'm going fuck your cunt hard, slut,” the older cop growled between licks. My pussy clenched, eager to feel that thick cock inside of me. I gasped for joy, my eyes squeezing shut as I reveled in his mouth licking and sucking. I groaned and gasped while Officer Demarkus panted, savoring every last moment of fucking my titties. “Don't just moan with that pretty mouth, slut,” groaned Demarkus. “Lick the tip.” “Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry, Officer,” I gasped. When the tip of his cock emerged, my tongue flicked out, gathering up his salty precum. Shivers of delight shot through my body, racing down to my pussy. It was so naughty. His cock felt so warm between my tits, and I loved licking his big, Black dick. “That's it, breezy,” grunted Officer Demarkus. “I'm going to shower your face in my cum. It'll be dripping off of you.” “Oh, goodie,” I moaned, my hips humping. “Oh, yes. Cum on my face.” “Holy shit,” a new voice gasped. “Damn, who is this slut?” “Don't matter,” Demarkus grunted. “She's going to fuck us all, right? She loves helping cops.” “I do,” I panted between licks of his cock. Three new Black men had entered, their pants tenting with their painful erections. “I love pleasing cops. Mmm, big, strong, Black cops. I want to help you all.” “What a slut,” groaned Demarkus. His cock throbbed between my tits. “Shit.” Cum erupted. I gasped in shock as the first blast splashed across my face. His salty jizz stained my lips. I moaned, my pussy clenching on Officer Jim's tongue as I the second blast of cum landed on my chin, the hot jizz running down my neck. “Oh, yes,” I gasped, opening wide as the final blast shot into my mouth. I savored the salty taste. The men watching me groaned as they rubbed their dicks. Two of them had pulled their out. Thick and throbbing. I came. My pussy spasmed on Jim's licking mouth. I gasped and shuddered. I writhed in bliss as my pleasure shot through me. There were so many thick cocks that needed my help. More men entered, all hung, Black men, their eyes burning at the sight of my cum-stained face and heaving body. A second orgasm crashed through me while Officer Jim kept licking my pussy. “I'm going to help you all,” I gasped. “Each and every one of you will be satisfied. I promise. Oh, yes. I'll make all your cocks feel better.” The men cheered and called me slut and whore. Music thudded through the house, rap music full of naughty words. I didn't understand most of what they said, but the beat thudded through my body as Officer Jim lifted his mouth. “Slut, it's time to go for a ride on my big nightstick,” he grinned, stroking his hard cock. “Yes,” I moaned, eager to finally fuck a Black man. The old me, lurking in the corners of my happy thoughts, had always wanted to try out a Black man. Officer Jim stretched out on his back, that thick, wonderful, ebony cock rising up hard before him. I licked my salty lips as I crawled to him. Cum rain down to my dangling tits as I reached him, my pussy eager to be stuffed. “Did I make you so hard?” I purred as I grasped his dick. “So hard, slut.” My pussy clenched. “Mmm, I'm such a bad, naughty bimbo. But don't worry, my pussy will make it all better.” “Your married pussy?” “Yes,” I groaned as I straddled his waist. “I've been such a bad wife today.” “Damn,” one of the gathering Black man said. The men were stripping naked, their hard cocks thrusting before them. I made so many cops hard. I was so terrible. I buried Officer Jim's dick to my pussy, smearing it through my labia. I groaned, the pleasure shooting through me. I bit my lip as I guided his shaft to my pussy lips. I swirled agaisnt my snatch before I sank down. His cock pushed into my depths. I groaned as I swallowed more and more of his cock. “Fuck,” he growled, so obviously in pain. “I'll make you feel all better,” I moaned as his deck spread open my pussy. His cock was so thick. I had never had such a large cock in me. I groaned, my back arching and thrusting my tits forward as I took more and more of his cock. I gasped when I bottomed out inside of him. His dick was so deep in me. It was amazing. My pussy almost ached with pleasure. “I'm fucking a Black man,” I moaned. “Look at me. I'm fucking a Black man. Oh, yes! I love it!” “Goddamn,” someone groaned. “Look at that slut. She took him all.” “What a fucking whore.” “I want to get me a piece of her White cunt.” Their words washed over me as I rose and fell on Officer Jim's dick feel better. I moaned through clenched teeth. My pussy was so tight. It gripped to his cock as I slid up. The pleasure roared through my body. My hips swiveled as my cunt stretched wider and wider, my juices flowing. I could ride him faster and faster. The pleasure filled me. I had to fuck him. I had to relieve my own ache as I helped the cop's dick. My tits bounced before me as the pleasure rippled through my body. I moaned and gasped, sliding faster and faster on his cock. “It's so good. Mmm, what a wonderful cock. I'll make you feel all better.” I looked around the room at all the thick, ebony cocks. “I have so many I need to help.” “Fuck, I can't wait. Her ass is mine.” A Black cop came up behind me, rubbing vaseline on his dick. He shoved it right into my ass. I gasped in shock. My eyes widened as my ass burned with pain. His dick stretched me open. I shuddered as his thrust forced my pussy down on Officer Jim's cock. “Oh, my god, I have two cocks in me. Oh, yes.” I gasped. A hot thrill shot through me. There were cameras out. I was being filmed. I was modeling. Everyone would see me fuck two Black men. My pussy and asshole clenched on their thick cocks. “Yes, yes, yes.” My orgasm burst through me as both men fucked me. I writhed between them, impaled on both their cocks. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was. Their dicks sawed in and out of my cumming holes. The pleasure swirled throughout my body as I helped soothe the ache from both their dicks. Their thrusting cocks prolonged my orgasm. My holes were stretched so open. I was stuffed with delicious cock. I squirmed and writhed in bliss. Such wonderful delights rippled through me. I screamed Frank's name. “Yes, yes, film me. Yes, I love modeling. Let everyone see me. Especially Frank.” “This bitch needs to learn how to use her mouth,” a Black man groaned. A cock thrust into my mouth as I was fucked by Officer Jim and the other cop. I had a dick in every hole, helping three men at once. I sucked hard, bobbing my head as another orgasm burst through my body. My flesh was so sensitive. My pussy and asshole writhed about the two cocks, savoring every inch of their dicks. The men both groaned, loving the feel of my holes as I spasmed between them. The pleasure crashed through my mind. It. Was. Awesome. I loved cumming with three cocks in me. I moaned around the dick in my mouth as my asshole and pussy spasmed. My nerves drank in the friction of their thrusting dicks, carrying the bliss through my body and smothering my mind. “Fucking slut,” Officer Jim grunted. Hot cum flooded my pussy. I moaned in delight, my pussy clenching and relaxing, drinking in how delicious it was. I shuddered and moaned, bucking my hips up and down. I loved his cum flooding me. I had helped him, relieving his ache. “Shit,” the cop fucking my ass moaned. “What a slut. She came twice on our cocks. Oh, fuck.” “Flood that slut's ass,” growled another cop. “I need my turn.” The cock in my ass erupted, squirting more cum into my body. I loved it. I sucked so hard on the cock in my mouth as the cop fucking my ass ripped his dick free and another cop took his place, slamming his shaft into my bowels. He slid smoothly into me, my asshole already stretched open and lube. I groaned, loving his dick burying over and over into my bowels. Officer Jim crawled out from underneath me. I rocked between the two Black cops as cum dribbled out of my pussy. Several cops couldn't wait and came hard as they jerked their cocks, painting my body in swaths of their cum. I loved the feel of the cum bathing my body. It ran in hot lines as it dribbled down my sides to my stomach and tits. One line trickled down my swaying breast and gathered on my nipple before it fell to the shag carpet. My pussy clenched and spasmed, my juices flooding out of me another orgasm burst inside of me. I moaned about the cock fucking my mouth. He grunted, and joined me, giving me yummy cum to fill my mouth. I savored the salty treat as he pulled out. “Mmm, come on, Officers, let me satisfy you.” The Cops cheered. They all seemed so hard. Poor men. I would have to fuck them all. So many hunky, Black men to help. I took their cocks in every way possible. They stretched out my holes and came in me or on my body. I dribbled in cum. I loved it. I was helping these men and cumming over and over. It was so wonderful. There were so many man, there was always someone ready to help me cum again. I was the wickedest wife ever. I had no idea how many times Frank would have to spank me. I didn't have enough fingers and toes to count. My body burned with orgasms. I felt like I should grow tired, my pussy, mouth, and asshole sore, but I didn't. The super smart sciency part of me used big words as speculated that it was the bimbo serum. It had changed me. Turned me into a fuck bunny. I loved it. “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, my cum-stained tits jiggling as another cop used my pussy to heal his dick. “Cum in me. Let me make you feel so much better.” “You goddamn slut,” he groaned as his cum flooded into my aching pussy. Another orgasm burst through me. I had lost count of how many explosions of rapture I had. It was more orgasms than I had fingers and toes. My pussy spasmed about his cock, milking out all his delicious cum. I groaned as I shuddered on the floor. I savored every second of it. I looked around the room. They were still hard. “Wow, I'm that hot that I keep making you hard?” “Yes, you are, slut,” a Black cop said right before thrusting his dick into my mouth. It was sour with my asshole. I loved the naughty flavor. I sucked hard when a loud siren echoed outside. The men all cursed, including the guy fucking my mouth. He ripped his dick out as he raced to find his clothing. “No, I wasn't done helping you,” I moaned as I lay on the floor. The siren was so loud. There must have been a cop emergency. They were all fleeing, some out the back door, others racing out the front, barely taking the time to put on their pants. They were so brave to run off and fight crime with hard, aching cocks that needed to be satisfied. I was so proud I helped them as much as I could. I loved helping the boys in blue. Though none of them wore blue. “Shit,” Officer Jim groaned as he sat on his recliner. A busty, sexy cop entered the room wearing a uniform, though her outfit wasn't blue either. It was beige. Her hand was on her gun as she had a big smile on her sexy face. “I finally found you, Alice.” Frank came in after the hot cop. “Alice,” he said, rushing to me, relief on his face. He pushed up his glasses as he fell to the floor beside me. He almost embraced me then flinched. “What's wrong, Frank?” I asked. “Well, you're covered in how many guys' cum.” “I don't know,” I giggled. “I don't have enough finger or toes to count.” “The bitch came willingly,” Officer Jim said. “It was consensual. We didn't rape her.” “Of course it was,” I smiled. “I wanted to help the cops, Frank. Their cocks were hard. I made them hard, honey, I had to help them.” “You're a good woman,” Frank smiled, shaking his head. He glanced at the man. “Did you record it?” “Yeah,” he muttered. “I want copies,” Frank said. He pulled out a business card. “Email them here and I won't press any charges.” Officer Frank glanced at the busty cop, his eyes narrowing. “Is she a real cop?” “Of course I am,” the cop giggled and drew her gun. “See. It's a real gun. I'm a real cop. I shoot bad guys with it.” Officer Frank swallowed. “Yeah, man, I'll do that.” “Come on, Alice,” Frank said. “Let's get you home. You've been a naughty wife.” “I have,” I nodded. “I'm sorry. I just had to help them.” My smile grew. “How many times do you have to spank me?” “Lots,” Frank said. I tried not to be too excited. It was supposed to be a punishment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ms. Beigh My phone rang. I picked it up, my expensive chair creaking as my bulk shifted. “Yes?” “Ms. Beigh,” the sexy tones of my male executive assistant said. “Donna Wilson from research needs to speak to you.” “Does she have an appointment?” I demanded icily. I was the President of Beigh-Taylor Chemicals. My time was too valuable to be wasted by unexpected visitors. “No, but she says it's real important.” Carmanjelo's voice sounded so sexy. The moment I laid eyes on the handsome, Black man I knew he would be my executive assistant no matter how unqualified he was. Now if only I could entice him to fuck me. I thought Black man loved big, White girls. “Fine, send her in,” I growled. The door opened a moment later and Donna Wilson walked in, a stout woman in a lab coat. She ran the testing department. She had a smile on her pudgy face, her fat fingers grasping a tablet. She marched to my desk. “What?” My eyes narrowed. If she wasted my time... “Do you remember that ridiculous project Frank Jackman was working on?” she asked. “The beauty serum?” I asked, rolling my eyes. I had fired the man for wasting $15 million on research, then I fired his wife only a few days ago for helping his new company. It was a satisfying moment. She was denied her severance package. “What.” “I think he cracked the formula and figured out how to make it. I just found this ad online.” She opened her tablet's cover and swiped the screen. A video was frozen. A beautiful woman with flowing red hair was on the screen. I watched the video, my eyes widening at the comparison photos. “That woman cannot be Alice Jackman. She was a whale like you. She must have lost over a 150 pounds in a few days.” Donna grimaced. I could see it in her eyes she wanted to point out my own girth, but she was smart enough to swallow her words. “I think he figured out the beauty serum,” Donna said. “This is based on work he did while employed for the company.” “So it should be ours?” I asked. If this was true, a serum that could make anyone beautiful, it would revolutionize the world. But I didn't let my excitement consume me. “He's looking for investors. And this video doesn't prove anything.” “What if I was one of those investors?” Donna asked. “I could find out more.” “They won't trust you,” I snorted. “Frank and Alice are not the brightest people,” Donna dismissed. “They're brilliant chemists, but completely clueless. Alice kept working here after we fired her husband. How smart could she really be? This will work.” “All you need is a thousand dollars?” The company wasted more than that on far less profitable ventures then a single serum that could do what normally took millions of dollars and hundreds of plastic surgeries. “Do it.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice I lounged in the bath as Ryan washed the cum off my body. Frank wanted me nice and clean before the punishment. Ryan didn't look at me as he bathed me. He was so cute and kittenish, completely harmless. He was such a wimpy, harmless man now. I didn't even feel excitement when he touched me. And that included when he dug his fingers into my pussy to get out all the cum. There was so much of it. I had helped a lot of cops. The door opened to the bathroom. Frank and Officer Nicole Tyson stood in the doorway. The officer had a big, happy grin on her beautiful face. She was so sexy. I wondered if she would be my wife now. I frowned. How many wife was Frank allowed to have? Polgummy was so complicated. “Is it time for my punishment?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited. Frank lifted a syringe. “We need to talk first, Alice.” To be continued...

BimboTech Chapter Eight: Bimbo Wife DPed By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals The fume hood roared as I worked with the chemicals in it. I had an idea for how to make the intelligence serum last longer than an hour. It required just the right combination and percentage of chemicals so the solution didn't burst into a toxic cloud. Hence, the fume hood. I sat on my stool in my private lab in the bowels of BT Chemicals. It was wonderful to have my own lab to do my research. I squirmed on my stool, my busty body jiggling beneath my lab coat, my naked tits swaying against my arms as they worked. The air sucked past me and into the fume hood, an-oven like piece of equipment with a strong fan at the top and an opening, like a narrow, oven door, along the bottom for my hands to stick through. There was a small place to work beneath the fan, including a built in hot plate. “Okay, let's see if solution 23 is the one,” I said. “Yes, Dr. Alice,” the hunky baritone of my boytoy, Carmanjelo, said. I shivered. He sounded so strong. He stood nearby, wearing his own white lab coat and nothing else, his yummy, ebony body on display. He was all muscles and hard cock. Such a hard cock. It thrust from him. He was modified with the same chemical as Frank, letting Carmanjelo have all the stamina he needed, but I added the beta-male compound so he was submissive, doing whatever I said. That big, thick, ebony dick made me so wet. I clenched my pussy. I was a bimbo and even with the intelligence serum giving me my normal faculties, my body was aching to fuck. That yummy itch pervaded every inch of me, my cunt always wet, eager to fuck the biggest cocks I could. And none were bigger than Carmanjelo's monster. I loved Frank's dick, and it was a respectable size, but there was something special about a big, Black cock fucking into my pussy, a strong, ebony body pressed against my busty, ivory flesh. It was so naughty, so wonderfully wrong. And made me so wonderfully wet. “I hope it'll be a success, Dr. Alice,” he said. God, his voice was pure sex. That rumbling baritone promising such relief. My husband didn't mind my boytoys. After all, he had a harem of bimbo wives, and even now was testing the pussy suppository on volunteers, seeing if it would work as a viable a delivery method. If it did, he would be fucking all those bimbos, enjoying their bodies. So if he got to play, it was only fair that I did, too. I dipped my micropipette into Solution 23, depressed the plunger. The micropipette sucked up a controlled amount of the solution, the exact dosage I wanted. I had done my calculations, and this should work. Which is what I thought about the last twenty-two. I brought it over to the intelligence serum in the beaker. I depressed it. The colors reacted, a deep violet blossoming as they mixed. I grabbed a glass stirring rod, stirred the solution until there was an even color. So far, there was no violent reaction producing toxic fumes. “That's promising, Dr. Alice,” Carmanjelo said. “Mmm, it is.” My eyes stared at his hard cock bobbing as he wrote on his clipboard. His Black monster pointed right at me. I licked my mouth. “Now we wait to make sure the reaction is stable.” “Of course,” he nodded eagerly. He lowered his clipboard, dark eyes staring down at my naked breasts with such hunger. My clit throbbed. My thighs, crossed, squeezed tight, savoring the ache from my nub. “Do you have any tasks for me?” “An experiment,” I purred. “To see if you can lick my pussy to orgasm.” “We've done that experiment so many times, Doctor,” he grinned, setting down his clipboard on the table. “Mmm, but to be a valid experiment, the results must be repeatable. We have to do it over and over to be sure.” “Diligent science.” “Uh-huh,” I groaned as his strong arms swept up my body with ease. I hooked his neck with my arm, pulling his strong face down. I kissed him hard, hungrily. Heat washed through my body. I buzzed, trembling. I groaned into his kiss, swaying. This was so wild. So hot. He turned me on so much. I was molten. I wanted to melt right now. My pussy dribbling. I shivered, shaking from side to side as he set me down on the lap table. I leaned back, my red hair spilling off my shoulders. My large breasts heaved. They were so perky despite their size, the bimbo serum giving them such pliant shape. It made me into the perfect woman. “Dr. Alice,” he groaned, his lab coat falling off his dark shoulders. “I'm ready to begin the experiment.” “Yes,” I moaned as he parted my thighs, his ebony muscles rippling. “Ooh, just devour me. I need it so badly. I've been working hard all morning. I need a break.” His strong hands ran up my thighs as he knelt down. He pulled my ass to the edge of the table with ease, his lips kissing at my inner thigh. They were so hot and warm. I shivered, my hands sliding up to my big breasts. I squeezed them. I shook them. My nipples were so hard, aching as his lips kissed closer and closer to my burning cunt. My pussy clenched and relaxed as anticipatory trembles raced through my body. My toes curled. “Oh, yes, run your experiment,” I moaned as his lips reached the shaved flesh of my vulva. “Gladly,” he groaned. He took a long lick up my pussy slit. “Subject tastes spicy, her juices clear and creamy.” “Mmm, yes,” I moaned, shivering as he licked again. “What else do you observe?” “Her pussy lips are engorged with arousal, the flesh dark. When I part her folds, her inner depths are pink and glistening.” I shivered, his fingers holding apart my pussy lips as he leaned in, taking a long lick. “And when I touch the subject, she lets out the sexiest moans, her entire body trembling.” “And why do you think she does that?” He grinned at me, lips glistening. “Because she's a horny bimbo who needs to cum.” “Good hypothesis. Let's find out.” With a primal growl, he buried his face into my pussy, eager to make me cum. I gasped, shuddered, my ass clenching. I squeezed my tits hard as his tongue dived through the folds of my pussy. He licked and lapped, driving me wild with his hunger. I humped against him, grinding on his delicious face as he flailed through my folds. His tongue was excellent. He ate me with such fever, his dark eyes staring at me with such worship. I squeezed my breasts together, blocking the sight of him as I trembled. My pussy clenched, pleasure building in its depths as I stared at waving nipples. I licked my lips, then pulled my right nipple to my mouth. I engulfed my fat nub, sucked. Pleasure shot through my body. It rippled down to my pussy, churned by his wonderful tongue. I groaned and gasped, humping against him as he devoured me. He lapped and licked through my folds. He drove me wild with his licking. He had me groaning, shivering, shuddering in pure delight. He was amazing. I sucked so hard on my nipple, the nub throbbing in my mouth. His tongue dove deep into my sheath, swirling around, caressing my pussy walls. Then he lapped up to my clit. He flicked it, swirling around the sensitive bud. Shooting pleasure through me. “Subject's getting so wet,” groaned Carmanjelo. “Her body twitching. The pleasure has driven her to suck on her own nipple.” I nibbled on my nub, sucking hard. Trembles shook through my body. “Evidence shows the subject coming closer and closer to her orgasm,” he said, rubbing my clit with his strong finger. He pressed hard, massaging my bud. I squealed around my nipple. He buried his face back into my pussy, lapping hard as he frigged my clit. The sparks shot through me. I bucked, moaning about my fat nub. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked on my nipple, my body shaking, squirming. My orgasm building. I tightened my thighs on his ebony cheeks. I heaved and thrashed, the pleasure growing as he churned my pussy to a froth with his tongue. He was so eager to please me. God, he was such a delicious boytoy. My pussy clenched. “Yes!” I screamed and came on his face. Rapture exploded from my pussy. It flowed through me. I bucked and shuddered, grinding on his wonderful, licking tongue. Such gorgeous delight burned through me. It had me gasping and moaning out my pleasure. My eyes fluttered. I squeezed my tits. I ground my hips, rubbing against his licking tongue. Wonderful. Stupendous. Amazing. “You wonderful boytoy. Yes, yes, yes. That's how you please me!” I collapsed back on the table, shivering in delight. “Oh, Dr. Alice, it looks like another successful experiment.” “Uh-huh,” I moaned, my body buzzing. My thighs relaxed. He rose, his body so strong and muscular, that monster dick thrusting before me. “Mmm, time to do one of my own.” “And that is, Doctor?” “How long will it take me to cum on that huge cock?” I shivered. “On your back. I need to be in control of all the variables.” “Yes, Dr. Alice.” God, I loved that voice. He spread out on the table beside me, his dick thrusting up over his belly, a slight curved to his ebony monster. My pussy clenched in eager anticipation. I slipped out of my lap coast as I sat up. I threw my ivory legs over his dark body, straddling him, grasping his thick shaft. And brought it to the lips of my pussy. I groaned, swabbing his dick up and down my pussy lips. I shivered, anticipating that wonderful moment of penetration. His strong hands seized my hips. For a moment, I thought he would force me down his cock, too eager for my pussy. But he was too submissive to do that. “Mmm, yes, I'm ready to begin.” “Do it, Dr. Alice,” he panted. I didn't impale myself down his cock in a single motion, I took my time. I savored his girth stretching apart my snatch. My bimbo-enhanced body shuddered, my large tits jiggling as I took more and more of his huge cock. My pussy walls clung to his girth. The pleasure skirted on the edge of pain as my cunt spread apart, embracing his dick. He speared deeper and deeper in me until my pussy lips pressed into his ticklish pubic hair. “Yes,” I breathed. Every time, the same surge of pride at taking his huge cock washed through me. I clenched on him. And then I fucked him. “Dr. Alice,” he groaned, hands squeezing my hips, holding me but not controlling me. Not guiding my hips or sliding me up and down his dick. Despite his huge cock, he wasn't a real man. Just a toy for me to play with. “Slide that pussy up and down my cock. Cum on me.” “Oh, I will,” I moaned, my tits shaking. The door opened and my husband walked in wearing his lab coat, looking so sexy. A dashing scientist. He was always in great shape, belying the stereotype of nerds being pasty-faced and overweight. Before becoming a bimbo, I fit that stereotype. “Not fucking all your bimbos?” I asked. “Test are done,” He said. “I enjoyed them all. And they're off to their new husbands. Our investors and Director Steffen will be very happy with the results.” “Good,” I moaned, sliding my pussy faster and faster up and down the huge, Black dick. My husband stared at me with such lust, watching my big tits bounce, Carmanjelo's hands roaming my pale body. It was so hot as I watched my husband's khaki pants bulge with his hardon. He didn't often watch me with other men. “Mmm, there's lube on the counter,” I purred. “If you want to join us. I could use more fun.” “And I thought you were working hard,” he said, moving to the counter, shrugging out of his lab coat. “We're on a break waiting on the sample to finish its reaction,” I gasped. “I've been working sooooo hard today, Frank. I need this.” “I can tell,” he said. “Looks like very hard work.” “Uh-huh,” I moaned, my tits bouncing as I slid up and down Carmanjelo's amazing cock. “So hard. But I can handle more.” He pulled off his dress shirt, kicked off his shows, and pulled off his slacks and boxers. His dick bounced out hard. It was big, not Carmanjelo big, but well above the curve. And it was my favorite cock because I loved the man it belonged to. I watched him lube his shaft, my pussy body trembling, Carmanjelo groaning as he savored my pussy sliding up and down his girth. Frank watched me with hungry eyes. His cock glistening, he headed to the table. “Damn, that is a perfect ass,” he groaned as he crawled onto the table behind me. “You gave it to me,” I moaned, my butt-clenching. “Mmm, fuck my ass, Frank. See if your wife can still make you cum after all those bimbos.” “Oh, I know my wife can make me cum,” he laughed, grabbing my hips, forcing me all the way down Carmanjelo's cock. I groaned, squirming, impaled on so much dick as my husband rubbed his hard cock between the cheeks of my butt, ready to plunder me. To make me cum so hard on two different shafts. I groaned as he pressed into my asshole. In a stroke, he was all the way in me, burying with such dominating force. He wasn't a neutered boytoy like my hunky, Black assistant. My back arched, my bowels and pussy clenching down on both their dicks. There was so much in me. So much hard, throbbing dick. “Yes!” I moaned, Frank's hands seizing my tits, squeezing them. “Fuck me! Pound me! Oh, my god, yes!” “Horny bimbo,” he groaned, driving his cock over and over into my asshole. “I am,” I moaned, squirming, stirring Carmanjelo's cock through my pussy. “Give your bimbo wife what she needs!” His balls thwacked into my taint, his groin into my butt-cheeks. The staccato sound made me tremble and gasp in delight. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. My fingernails clawed at Carmanjelo's chest as the pleasure burned hotter and hotter. Two wonderfully hard dicks. It was what I needed. My body drank in the pleasure. My pussy slid up and down Carmanjelo's thick, Black shaft while Frank pumped his dick in and out of my bowels, fucking me faster and faster as his excitement built. I groaned, squirmed, swiveled. I gasped, the pleasure building so fast and so hard inside of my depths. My body trembled. My eyes rolled back into my head. Such rapture filled me. It swelled larger and larger, aching to drown me. Consume me. Frank thrust in, driving me down Carmanjelo's dick. So much cock in me. Stretching out my holes. I arched my back into Frank's chest. His lips sucked at my neck. Friction burned through my body, heat bursting from their dicks. “Yes, yes, yes,” I howled, spasming. “Cum in me. Oh, yes. Oh, flood my body. Fill me with your cum. I need it. Give me what I need.” “You heard her,” grunted my husband, driving so hard into my bowels, my pussy spasming on Carmanjelo's dick. “Yes, Dr. Jackson,” groaned my boytoy. His face contorted. His cock erupted into my spasming, pussy, his Black seed flooding my White, married cunt. The idea alone sent another orgasm bursting through my body. My bowels writhed about my husband's cock. He drove so hard into me. And filled me. “Damn, Alice,” Frank groaned as he pumped the last blast of cum into me. “Why is it exciting sharing you with another man?” “Because you're a horny pervert like me,” I laughed, leaning back into him. “Mmm, so why did you stop by?” “Why...” Frank laughed. “Right, right, I was distracted. We've been invited to a party.” “Oh?” I shivered as Frank pulled his cock out of my asshole, the tip plopping out. A moment later, his cum leaked out and dribbled down my taint. “Whose party?” “Senator Murphy. She invited us at this fundraiser gala in Washington D.C. Wants to talk business opportunities for BT Chemicals.” “Oh, wonderful,” I groaned, sliding my pussy off Carmanjelo's mighty cock. I slid onto the floor, cum trickling out of both my holes. I shivered and then giggled, my insides feeling so wonderful and gooey, my thoughts drizzled with marshmallowy delight, spreading, making me feel so yummy-wummy. “Yay, I love parties. This sounds like it'll be the bestest time!” “Yes, it does,” I said. “So we get to go?” I asked, jumping with excitement, my big tits bouncing. I loved my big tits. They were so amazeballs. I squeezed them together as my excitement surged through me. Yummy cum leaking out of my pussykitty and asshole. I felt so full. “On a plane,” Frank said, reaching into the fume hood. He stared at the beaker. “Is this ready, Alice?” That super-smart, sciency part of me, mostly buried under marshmallowy goodness thought so. “Yes, siree! What's it do?” “It's the super-enhanced version of your intelligence serum.” “Right! I am so super-smart!” I held out my arm. “Inject me!” Frank filled a syringe with the bright pink chemical. Oh, it was so pretty. He grabbed my arm, stroking my unblemished skin. I never had marks from when I injected myself with the smarty serum. My body was always perfect. “You're so smartypants, honey!” I giggled. He blinked, bringing the needle to my arm. “What? You invented this one, honey.” “No, how my... Ouch!” Cool liquid flowed into my veins. I let out another giggle as it spread up my arm and then to my heart. I let out a wee as it pumped through my heart and shot into my brain. My giggles slowed. I blinked, feeling suddenly so foolish as the bimboness vanished from my thoughts. “Well, it's working,” I said. I was always embarrassed right after coming back from being an airhead. I said the dumbest things as a bimbo. But I had so much fun. Frank grabbed his phone from his discarded lab coat, swiped and tapped on it a few times as he navigated it. “Okay, timer's running. Let's see how long this dosage lasts.” I shivered, fell to my knees, and sucked on my husband's cock, cleaning off my sour ass. It was the best way to pass the time. And, hopefully, this version of the intelligence serum would last for hours and hours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals “Now boarding First Class Passengers for American Airlines Flight 537 bound for Washington D.C.,” announced the gate attendant. “Is that us?” Becca gasped, my blonde, barely legal bimbo wife asked, hopping to her feet. She wore a stretchy dress of bright green, which clashed with her blonde hair. Her big tits bounced and jiggled, drawing more than a few eyes. “Yep,” I grinned, holding Alice's hand. She had just taken the bimbo serum, which would last more than long enough for the hour-and-a-half flight to the capitol. She had taken it three hours before we left for the airport and it was going strong. Over the last few weeks, she had put it to good use, working hard in the lab to help me refine the pussy suppository bimbo serum delivery method. I wanted to suppository to act faster. We thought we had it figured out how and would hold another round of testing next week. But for the next four days, we were heading to Washington D.C. on a mini-vacation. We were attending Senator Murphy's Gala tomorrow night, then we'd to stay for the weekend and see the sites. My bimbo wives were all excited to come. Janet hopped to her feet in her red dress, followed swiftly by Nicole in her silver dress, Donna giggled in her yellow, while Veronica bounced in her seat wearing a violet dress. They were all the same, made of that stretchy material that clung to their curvaceous bodies, barely covering ass and pussy, their tits about to fall out. Men had been drooling over them since we arrived. It was all I could do to keep my bimbo wives under control. Alice was a big help. She was a bimbo, too, so they looked to her for how to behave. Not to say there weren't a few naughty incidents. My dick was still wet with Veronica's tight pussy. But I could only fit two bimbos in a bathroom stall, and Alice whispered that Becca managed to suck off two guys while I was “using the restroom.” And I was certain when Janet was pulled out of line for “additional screening” by the TSA, she was fingered to an orgasm. “Okay,” I said, “let's go.” I held our tickets. I had bought out first class on the flight and had plenty of money in case I had to bribe any flight attendants—I had a feeling an-hour-and-a-half flight would be too long for my bimbo wives to stay still. “Follow me.” “Yay,” Becca beamed, moving behind me, grabbing my hips. “Grab me, Janet.” Alice snorted in laughter as she walked beside me. I looked over my shoulders to see a conga line of bimbos forming, Veronica at the rear, looking so excited like she never had flown on a plane before. My cheeks burned as people looked at us. The gate attendant arched an eyebrow. “Playboy bunnies?” she asked as I handed over the tickets. I shrugged. “Something like that. There's a big gala in the capitol.” The woman nodded, taking our stubs. “Okay, Mr. Jackman, you can head down the walkway. Enjoy your flight.” I nodded, leading my women, still conga-lining, onto the plane. The flight attendant, a mousy woman with lank hair and more than a few extra pounds on her hips, blinked at the sight of us. I gave her a tight smile. “They're a little rambunctious, but if they cause any problems, I'm sure we can work something out.” “Rambunctious?” she asked as we headed into first class. “They're so very excited for the first plane ride.” “Wow,” Donna gasped, sitting down on her plush seat. She bounced, which made her boobs bounce. “Oh, we're flying like royalty! Yay! We're the luckiest wives ever.” “Wives?” the flight attendant asked. I gave her a smile as I sat down last beside Alice in the last row of first class seats. There were twelve of them. “Put your seat belts on, ladies.” “Yes, Frank,” the bimbos chorused then giggled. They buckled up then dug into the seat pouches for the magazines. I had a good view of Becca's bouncing tits as she sat across the aisle and one row up from me. My dick throbbed. Alice leaned over. “You're going to join the mile-high club, aren't you?” I nodded my head. “Maybe I can breed Donna better with reduced cabin pressure.” Donna was crushed when she had her period three days ago. Bimbo periods only lasted a few hours, another advantage of the serum. But its arrival meant I hadn't bred her. Alice and I decided Donna, who was Alice's old supervisor and made her life miserable, was perfect to bear our family's first child. Then she'd be our human cow bimbo wife. The bimbos fidgeted in their seats as the flight attendants went through their preflight safety check. It was hard to get my wives to sit still for five minutes, let alone thirty minutes of boarding and now something so boring. They all had their thighs pressed together, and I was sure Janet was masturbating by the way her head craned back. My dick throbbed. Alice had a naughty smile on her face. The plane taxied to the runway. The flight attendants took their seat after drawing shut the curtain separating first class from the rest of the plane. I nodded my head. Privacy from the rest of the plane was one of the reasons I bought out first class. That and I was tired of flying coach. I liked leg room. “Oh, no!” Nicole gasped as the plane roared froward. “Frank!” “Relax,” I told Nicole. The former police officer looked back at me, her face pale. I gave her a reassuring smile. The plane leaped into the air. I sank down into my seat. Becca threw her arms over her head, let out a whooping sound, and clapped her hands together. The flight attendant sitting in the jump seat leaned out to peer down the aisle at her. I gave her an apologetic shrug. My dick grew harder and harder. Janet moaned louder now, definitely masturbating her pussy. Just knowing her fingers were plunging into her tight, juicy pussy made my dick throb. I wanted to fuck right now. I wanted to join the mile-high club. If I could, I would order Donna to climb onto my cock right now. But no amount of bribing a flight attendant would let me get away with that. I just had to be patient. “Yes, yes, yes,” Janet moaned, her seat creaking as she fingered herself more. “You're so naughty,” Donna giggled, sitting beside Janet. “Oh, you're going to be in trouble if you're caught.” “No I won't,” groaned Janet. “Frank said we couldn't have sex. I'm not. I'm playing with my pussykitty. And she's so wet and squishy and juicy and... Yes!” Janet thrashed harder in the seat. The flight attendant's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing dark as Janet's breathy moans echoed through first class. Then she whimpered and went still. She let out a fluttery moan and shifted. “Mmm, let me taste,” Donna said. Through the gap in the seats before us, I watched Donna grab Janet's hand and pull sticky fingers to her lips. The black-haired bimbo sucked Janet's fingers clean one by one. “Damn, when will the fasten seatbelt light turn off,” I groaned to Alice. “Soon,” she giggled. “Then you can get so naughty with one of the bimbos in the bathroom.” “Donna,” I groaned. “I want her bred. I've only fucked her pussy three times today. Not enough.” “Here,” Alice said then leaned over and ducked down. My eyes widened as she unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and sucked it. “Alice,” I gasped in shock, my wife's mouth feeling so warm about my cock. What was she doing? If the flight attendant caught us... God, it was hard to worry about that as Alice's mouth sucked so hard on my dick. My aching balls throbbed as her cheeks hollowed. She swirled her tongue about my cock, bobbing faster and faster, hungry, eager for my cum. And I was eager to explode. Once the fasten seatbelt sign went off, the flight attendants would be up and moving. How much longer until then? It didn't take too long for that to happen, right? Maybe fifteen minutes. And how long had it been since take-off? Ten? I grabbed my wife's red hair, sliding her mouth up and down my dick. Her fingers found my balls, massaging them, working my cum to explode into her hungry mouth. She was such a loving wife, making sure my needs were met. I let go of her hair and shoved my hand between her warm thighs. She parted them, inviting me to slide higher. I pushed beneath her stretchy, green dress and found her thong soaked with her juices. I pushed the thin cloth aside and brushed her shaved pussy. She purred on my cock. “Damn, you are juicy, Alice,” I groaned, hoping the flight attendant didn't realize where my wife's head had gone. I worked my fingers in and out of her twat as she sucked so hard, moaning about my dick. Her pussy clenched on my fingers, burning with her excitement. She squirmed in her chair, the leather creaking as her tongue licked at my crown before she slid her mouth farther down my shaft. Only to suck so hard on the way back up. I groaned again, the pressure building in my balls as she sucked and worshiped my cock. She was so hungry. So naughty. So delicious. I loved it. I groaned again, digging my fingers over and over into her twat. She trembled. The heel of my hand found her clit. I rubbed hard on it, bringing a low moan that vibrated about my dick. It was heaven. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to groan as loud as possible as my dick ached, throbbed. A ding chimed above me. “This is the captain. I've turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, but please keep it on while you're sitting.” “Fuck,” I groaned. The flight attendant stood. I churned my fingers faster and faster into my wife's pussy. My balls ached. Alice's thighs squeezed tight on my hand, trapping it as she shuddered. Her pussy writhed about my dick as she orgasmed, moaning about my cock as she sucked. “Yes,” I groaned, eyes squeezing shut. My cum exploded into Alice's mouth. The flight attendant gasped. She stared at my crotch as I grunted, my cum spurting over and over into my wife's mouth. Alice's pussy writhed about my fingers, juices flowing past my digits. She swallowed my cum with hungry need. “Shit,” I grunted. “Sir!” The flight attendant's eyes were so wide. “What are you doing?” “Getting a blowjob,” I panted. The woman's eyes were still wild. I fumbled at my pocket with my left hand. I pulled out a wad of hundreds, shoving them at the woman, not caring how much I gave her as the pleasure shot through my body. “Don't tell anyone.” Her eyes widened as she clenched the handful of bills, maybe four or five. She looked over her shoulder at the curtain separating first class from coach then hissed, “Put that away. You can't do that on the plane. At least not in the seats.” “Yeah,” I groaned. Alice popped her mouth off and giggled. “Mmm, sorry. I just had to suck my husband's cock.” The flight attendant shook her head, cheeks so red. The hundreds vanished into her skirt pocket. She took a deep breath as I zipped up. “So, the lavatories are another matter?” I asked. “So long as you're discreet,” she said. “It's not...unheard of for people to do...that” “Join the mile high club?” My wife giggled, face flushed. The flight attendant gave a tight nod. I stood up and stretched. “Thanks for the information.” I pushed by her. She watched me as I stopped by Donna's seat, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. My bimbo wife had a huge grin on her face, her lips shiny with Janet's pussy juices, her tits straining her yellow dress. “I thought she was your wife,” the flight attendant said, pointing to Alice as I led Donna to the lavatory. “Yep, but Donna's our...surrogate. We're tying to have a baby.” “I'm going to be a mommy!” Donna giggled with excitement then cupped her tits. “And nurse Frank and Alice and Nicole and Becca and Janet and Veronica with my big udders.” The flight attendant's jaw dropped as I pushed Donna into the first class lavatory, my dick throbbing. Oh, the world would change once the bimbo serum hit market. I couldn't wait for planes to be staffed by bimbo flight attendants just there to make sure all their passengers had an amazing, comfortable flight. The door closed and locked behind us. It was tight inside, and Donna wiggled so much. She was gorgeous, like all bimbos, even if she had horrible taste in dresses. The yellow was just so bright and cheery. I grabbed the springy top, pulling it down, her tits bouncing out before me. They were so big and soft, her nipples fat and pink. Delight shone on her round face as I hefted her tits and squeezed them. “When they're full of milk, Alice and I are going to suckle from them.” “Yay!” Donna giggled, bouncing and wiggling, such enthusiasm on her face. She was happy as a bimbo. Beside Alice, only Donna had experienced the intelligence serum. She made her choice when she betrayed Veronica and aided us in taking over BT Chemicals. “I want to nurse you and have all your babies!” I smiled at her, bent down, and sucked on a fat nipple. My cheeks hollowed. I wished the milk streamed out of her. She groaned, shivered, leaning back in the tight space. There was hardly room to move in the narrow lavatory, my hip pressed into the sink. I didn't care. She moaned and shivered as I sucked on her nipples. I went back and forth between them, leaving each shiny. I sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed. I nipped her nipples. I stretched out her large breasts as she moaned her delight, her hands busy playing with her pussy. Her yellow skirt had slid up over her hips, the entire garment bunched around her waist. She stroked her shaved pussy lips, smearing her juices across her pudenda and thighs as she took turns fingering her snatch with each hand. “Oh, so juicy,” she moaned. “Oh, Frank, you need to feel how juicy I am with your big cock. Mmm, I have the bestest juicy pussy.” I popped my mouth off her nipple, grinning at her. “Oh, do you?” “Yeppers,” she nodded, an almost serious look on her face ruined by her tongue thrust cutely out the side of her mouth. “I was a super smart sciency person, too. I know things. And I know my pussy is the bestest juicy pussy. I did expearments.” “Expearments?” I asked. “I shoved a pear into my pussy and measured how much juiciness coated it,” she said. “Very scientific. A real pear. I could shove it all in my pussy, not just the narrowy top part.” As she spoke, her hands deftly undid my jeans and pulled out my cock. I was still hard, my dick still wet from Alice's mouth. I groaned as she brought me to her pussy. I stared into her eyes, her hot folds rubbing on my tip. “You do feel juicy.” “Expearments never lie. Everyone knows that pears are the bestest sciency fruits.” “Of course,” I groaned as her juicy pussy sank around my cock. “But did you test the other bimbos with the pears?” She blinked. “No.” “Then how do you know?” I asked, pleasure racing up my cock as I sank deeper and deeper into her fertile pussy. “Maybe Becca has a juicier pussy.” “Oh, no,” she gasped. “When we get home, I'll have to run more expearments!” “Yes,” I groaned, drawing back my hips, my cock aching in her juicy depths. “You have to be thorough. We'll record it for posterity.” “Post-post-postery?” she blinked, stumbling on the big word. “Means make a movie,” I groaned, thrusting into her cunt, the friction of her tight sheath sending pleasure rippling through my body. “Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “We can get Mr. Director back and make another movie! That was so fun. I'm an actoress now!” “Yes, an actress,” I panted, thrusting my cock so hard into her pussy. “Damn, Donna. You're so wet. You're eager to be bred, aren't you.” “So eager! Breed me, Frank! Breed my naughty pussy. I want to be preggers so badly! I'll be the bestest preggers bimbo!” “You will,” I groaned, pounding her, pressing her against the lavatory wall. I nuzzled at her neck, her black hair brushing my face. Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick as I reamed her. I grunted, my balls thwacking into her flesh. It was so hot fucking her on the airplane. Her pussy clenched on me while outside I knew the flight attendant could hear every word. And the bimbos. I hoped Alice was keeping them under control. After I was done, she would have her pick of bimbos to take into the lavatory and fuck. It was only fair to take turns. I sucked on Donna's neck as her exquisite pussy clenched about my dick. A pussy I had improved. My formula had made Donna into this sex-made vixen. This horny bimbo that was eager to be bred by my cock. “Oh, yes, Frank,” she gasped, her pussy clenching on my cock. “Oh, fuck me, Frank. Oh, you're so wonderful. So naughty. Mmm, yes! Pound my pussy! Make me preggers! Breed me!” Her words echoed through the small space. Her pussy spasmed about my cock as she came fast and hard. I groaned, savoring the clenching flesh eager for my cum. She wanted to be bred by me. To be pregnant. I bet she would be so sexy with a round belly. I groaned, my body shivering as I drove so hard into her pussy. My balls thwacked into her clit as she thrashed. Her tits pressed into my chest. She hugged me tight, moaning my name, begging for my cum over and over. “Going to flood you with baby-making spunk,” I groaned in her ear. “Going to breed your bimbo cunt!” “Yes, yes, Preggers!” she howled. “Do it. Cum in me! I need it, Frank. I want to be your pregger bimbo wife and have the bestest juicy pussy!” “Yes,” I groaned, driving hard into her pussy. Her massaging flesh sent rippling pleasure to my balls. The pressure swelled. “Donna!” I drove into my wife. My cum erupted into her fertile depths. She wasn't on the pill. No birth control would stop my sperm from finding her egg. Maybe not today, but I would breed her one day. She would be pregnant with my child. I drew back, my body shivering as the powerful blasts of pleasure shot through my body. I groaned, my back arching. My balls spewed blast after blast of cum into her depths. Behind me, someone knocked on the door. “Sir, sir, your other women,” the flight attendant said as I growled my ecstasy and bred my bimbo wife. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals Another giggle escaped my lips as Frank took Donna into the lavatory. What a funny word, lavatory. It was a bathroom. Why didn't they call it that? I blinked, shaking my head. I felt so hot. My thoughts were all...gooey. I felt so warm and bubbly and I just wanted to fuck. I wanted to strip naked and have a nice, hard dick slide into my pussykitty. She was so hungry. She loved yummy, creamy... “Oh, fuck,” I groaned, shaking my head. Bimboness was invading my thoughts. I had felt a giddy thrill as the plane climbed to altitude. I just thought it was the exhilaration of riding on a plane. It made me so excited that I did something as stupid as suck Frank's cock. We were lucky he bribed the flight attendant. And now... I giggled again. My body felt so hot. My pussy was on fire. I needed a cock to feed my pussykitty. She needed to be petted and have lots of yummy-wummy cream and... “No, no, no.” My heart raced faster. I took the enhanced intelligent serum. I shouldn't be reverting to bimboness right now. And, if I was, why wasn't it happening immediately? When the serum ran out, it was a pretty fast transition into... “Oh, my pussykitty is so hungry.” I stood up, juices dripping down my thighs. I had to stop myself. I couldn't give into my bimboness. Not with Frank in the lavatory fucking Donna. I could hear them moan. The flight attendant gave the lavatory door strange looks, her cheeks crimson. I gave her a big, happy smile. I wanted to make her feel good. To pet her pussykitty. I bet it needed to be stroked as much as... “Shit,” I groaned, gripping the seat. A dizzy wave washed through me. The tide of marshmallowy, yummy delight rose in my mind. What was going wrong? What had happened to the serum? It was like my body was reacting... I groaned in realization. The altitude. What if the intelligence serum didn't work at the cabin pressure commercial airliners maintained? It could cause problems in people, like air bubbles to form in veins causing a thrombosis sometimes if people didn't move around. Something like that was happening in my brain and... I giggled. “A Black cock is what my pussykitty needs.” “Excuse me, ma'am?” the flight attendant said, Frank moaning louder in the bathroom. He was feeding Donna's pussykitty lots of cream. But there were no sexy Black men in first class. Just the bimbo wives. They were all squirming, their pussykitties getting hot, too. I turned and pushed through the curtains to the back of the plane. My eyes widened as I stared down the aisle. There were so many people. And some of them were Black. I clapped for joy, my eyes flicking around for the perfect man to feed my pussykitty. I strode down the aisle, everyone who was awake staring at my big, bouncy breasts and my yummy legs. They knew I was the hottest, bestest bimbo on this plane. I spotted the Black man, his eyes staring at me, his head shaved bald, his lips thick and strong. He was so broad shouldered, like one of those footbally players. The big ones who do all the tackling. Oh, he could tackle me and ram his big, Black dick into my pussykitty. “Hi,” I giggled at him, leaning over. “Want to feed my pussykitty some yummy cream?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc. I stared out the windows of my office located in Washington D.C. The Capitol Building lit up at night, the white marble glowing. The mall blazed with light before it. There was such power here. It was why I headquartered my company right in the heart of it. I wanted it. My company would be the strongest in the world. And that disgusting Frank Jackman's bimbo serum was the key. My office door opened. I didn't look away. I knew who it was. “Is everything ready?” “It is,” came the rumbling baritone of Richard—I refused to call him Dick like everyone else—Miller. “You sure you want to do this, Ms. Savage?” “Yes,” I answered, a smile creeping across my lips. Everything would change at tomorrow's gala. If my scientist couldn't reverse engineer the bimbo serum, then I would use a more direct method to gain the secret. And Richard Miller had all the skills to pull it off. My Chief of Security was ex-Delta Force. The man had skill. I hated relying on one, but men were perfect for any dangerous and violent task. It really was the only thing they were good for. That and their sperm. Pity biology was so...uncreative. “Do not fail, Richard.” “Have I ever failed, Ms. Savage?” I smiled as he left the room. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night's gala. “Annalee, lick my pussy.” To be continued...

The Bimbo Formula Chapter 8: Fucking the Bimbo's Ass by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Frank Donna Wilson's face went red with anger as I grinned at her. Then she giggled. I had promised to fuck her ass after injecting her with the bimbo serum. She was the tenth woman in the living room that had received the treatment. The other nine, all married, were already beginning their changes, their frumpy bodies becoming busty and beautiful. “You are not going to...” Another giggle escaped Donna's lips. She shook her head. “What is going on?” Today was the bimbo party. My wife, Alice, and I had gathered ten women, each paying $1000, to give the serum to. We needed money to expand our operations. Alice and my other three bimbo wives were entertaining the husbands at our house, the entire event recorded by GoPro cameras I left about the living room. I wanted recorded evidence of how naughty my wives were. I would spank each of their asses while watching their performance. I took the ten women to a house up the street belonging to Ryan, a former Alpha Male that had been neutered by Alice's chemical. He now stood in the corner, eyes downcast, as the women began to change. More cameras were set up in the living room to record their transformation and the orgy that would follow. Bimbo women were so horny. I hadn't expected on Donna Wilson being one of the ten. She had been my wife's supervisor when we both worked at BT Chemical. But the bitch owner of the company, Ms. Beigh, had fired us both. Now I had Donna in my grasp. It was no coincidence she was here. Ms. Beigh had learned of my chemical and wanted it for herself. A plan formed in my mind. “Oh, wow,” giggled Kimberly Carter, a blonde with a blotchy face. “It is getting so hot in here. Oh, my.” “You're growing titties,” laughed Natalie D'Angelo, a frumpy housewife wearing too tight pants allowing her fat gut to spill over it as a muffin top. Now that gut was rapidly vanishing and sexy hips were forming. She grew into those tight pants. “So are you,” Kimberly nodded. She reached out and grabbed Natalie's swelling tits through her tight top. “Wow, they're growing in my hands.” Donna Wilson shook her head as her short, black hair sprouted, growing in long, luxurious waves down a face that had resembled a pissed off bulldog but not softened into feminine beauty. She was short, but the bimbo serum addressed that, her legs lengthening in her sweat pants. They fell off her hips as they narrowed into a more feminine shape, exposing just how gorgeous those legs were now. “Mmm, you are turning hot, Donna.” “I am,” she grinned and giggled. “No, wait, I'm not happy with you. You can't fuck my ass.” “But I'm your Doctor,” I told her. “And you have to do what your doctor says, right?” Donna's now beautiful face furrowed as she tried to think. Another giggle escaped her lips. There were a lot giggles echoing through the room. The women were all admiring their new bodies, their clothing stretched by large, round breasts while pants had trouble staying up as their hips had narrowed. They were lean and sexy, a garden of hot, busty women. “I guess you're right, Doctor Frank,” she giggled. “But your a doctor of...of...chem...chemisie.” “Chemistry,” I corrected. “But I'm also your medical doctor now.” “Oh,” she nodded, her brown eyes wide. She licked her lips. “It's so hot in here.” “It is,” Kimberly said, her face no longer blotchy, her lips lush and kissable. “My big titties need to breathe.” “They do,” Natalie gasped, her eyes wide. “I didn't know titties could breathe.” She looked down at her new boobs stretching her sweater. Kimberly's hands were still on them, and the busty MILF squeezed Natalie's tits. “Yes, they do,” Kimberly giggled. “And they can't breathe through this sweater. Right, Dr. Frank?” “Right, Ladies,” I smiled. “In fact, let's everyone get naked so we can see the results.” They obeyed. My dick throbbed in my pants as ten bimbos stripped naked before me, including Donna Wilson. I knew Alice and I would enjoy getting payback with the bitch, and Donna would enjoy every minute of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice The nine men in my living room cheered as Janet pulled down my panties. I was so wet. It was exciting dancing for the men in my sexy lingerie. I had ground on Janet, and that made all there poor cocks so hard. It was so mean of us to make them hard. We would have to use our bodies to satisfy them as my husband transformed their wives. I bet Frank was so hard now, too, and those ten women would have to work so hard to relive his aching cock. I had enhanced his dick with my super smart sciency powers. “Mmm,” Janet purred as she stared up at me. My bestest friend-wife placed my panties against her face and inhaled my soaked crotch. I was so wet and hot. All these men watched us. And one was Black. I loooved Black men. Their cocks were so big and thick. The biggest cocks, even bigger than Frank's. I loved my husband and his dick, after all I was his number one bestest wife, but there was something so wonderfully naughty about a Black man's dark dick thrusting into my White pussy. It made me such a naughty wife. “Who wants her panties?” giggled Janet as she stood up. She was completely naked, her large breasts jiggling. They were bigger than my impressive tits. Her nipples pressed into my boobs, separated only by the thin cloth of my nightie. All the men wanted my panties. “Oh, no, who should I give them to?” Janet gasped, biting her lip. “You can't all have them.” “I have an idea,” giggled Becca, our third wife. The young blonde, busty bimbo had Nicole's red panties over her head, wearing it like a hat. Nicole, our cop wife, wore Becca's sky-blue panties on hers. They were both naked and grinding on each other's legs. “What?” I giggled. “Why don't you give it to the guy with the biggest cock.” My eyes widened. “Wow, that is the bestest idea, Becca. You're so smart.” Becca beamed as she ground on Nicole to the music, her blonde hair bouncing about her youthful face. She was the youngest of Frank's four wives. He was allowed to have more because Doctors could be polgummist. Polgummy was so wonderful and sweet and tasty, and always made me hungry for gummy bears. “Come on, boys,” giggled Janet. “Let's see those hard cocks. Show us how excited we made you.” “I can't believe this is happening,” one man groaned as he unzipped his pants. “What about our wives,” another man asked. “Fuck them,” a third groaned, producing a thick, throbbing dick. “They're getting their beauty treatment. They won't ever know.” “That's right,” I giggled. “Come on, show us your dicks. We love cocks. Don't we girls?” “So much,” moaned Nicole. “It's what makes us such naughty wives. We have to be spanked all the time.” “All the time,” giggled Becca. “Look at how red my ass is. I was so naughty with the delivery man.” More cocks came out. The men all sat on the couches and chairs in the living room. Their dicks all bobbed and waved before them. Most were about the same size, but two stood out, and the biggest belonged to the only Black man. My pussy clenched as I stared at the thick, throbbing slab of ebony cock. I snagged my panties from Janet. “I think we have a clear winner.” “Course it's the Black man,” a White guy groaned. I sauntered to the Black man and his big cock. His eyes were fixed on my big, bouncing tits. I brushed off my red hair from my shoulders, making sure he had an unobstructed view. His dick was so thick and hard. He was in so much pain. He needed relief. And so did my pussy. I straddled his knees, almost pressing my tits in his face as I pulled the panties down over his head. I giggled at my panties digging into his short hair, the elastic band tight about his forehead. His hands seized my thighs. “Damn, you are one sexy woman,” he groaned. “And my wife is going to be as sexy as you when the treatment is finished?” “Oh, yes,” I smiled. “She'll be sexy and horny and so eager for this cock.” “You like my cock?” he grinned. “Yes,” I moaned. “I loooove Black cocks. They're so thick and dark. They make me feel like such a naughty wife.” I giggled again. “I love being naughty. Then Frank has to spank me and discipline me.” I squirmed, my pussy growing more excited. “Have you ever given a lap dance before?” I shook my head. “What's that?” “Something every girl as hot as you should know,” he grinned, his teeth so white between his dark lips. “I should,” I gasped. “Oh, no. You need to teach me. If it is something I need to know.” A flutter of panic washed through me. Why didn't Frank every tell me that I needed to know how to give a lap dance? “What do I need to do?” “First, you need to turn around and press that fine, White ass right on my cock.” “Okay,” I groaned, turning around, his cock rubbing on my ass through the nightie. He was so thick and I loved the way he pressed the satin against my skin as I wiggled into place. “Like this?” “You don't need this.” His hands pulled off my nightie, sliding the smooth fabric up my body. My nipples tingled as they were caressed. All the excitement and sensations rushed down to my wet pussy. I groaned and wiggled as his cock pressed between the cheeks of my naked ass. His hands brushed my tits right before they popped out, big and bouncing. Then he threw my nightie to the ground. “Now I'm ready?” I asked. His hands rubbed up and down my thighs. They were so strong, and I loved how dark they were against my pale skin. “Now you just dance and grind to the music while rubbing that fine ass on my cock. That's a lap dance” “Oh, okay,” I smiled. Becca, Janet, and Nicole ground on each other, Becca sandwiched in the middle. Janet humped against Becca's ass. My bestest friend wife had her big tits rubbing into Becca's back while the men cheered. My three wives looked so hot as they danced. “You have to start dancing,” the Black man groaned. “Right, sorry,” I giggled. “I got distracted.” “You're an airhead, ain't you?” “A bimbo,” I moaned as I let the music thudding through the room guide me. I wiggled my hips and ground back into his thick cock. He pressed between the cheeks of my ass and I ground up and down on him, my big titties bouncing. “Ooh, I like this. Do you like it?” “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Your butt-cheeks are so soft around my cock.” I clenched my butt, squeezing my cheeks down on his cock as I worked my ass up and down. My asshole tingled as his cock rubbed against it. His precum beaded out of his cock, wetting my butt and lubing the way for it to slide up and down between the cheeks of my ass. His hands roamed my body. I moaned at his touch, so glad we was teaching me how to lap dance My pussy clenched and tingled as his strong, big hands caressed me. He rubbed my thighs, massaged my stomach in circles, and squeezed my big titties. “Oh, yes, I love lap-dancing,” I gasped as his dark fingers rolled my fat, pink nipples. The pleasure shot down to my pussy. I shuddered and clenched my butt-cheeks on his thick cock, humping him faster and faster. “So good.” “Damn, you are a slut,” he groaned. “You are just horny. I bet you are drenched between your thighs.” “So drenched,” I groaned as his hand slid down and pressed between my legs. “Oh, yes. Rub me there. I love having my little clitty played with.” His fingers rubbed at my clit. I gasped as the pleasure shot through me. I bucked and shuddered, my hips spasming wildly as I lap-danced. My big titties rose and bounce, slapping loudly against my chest as I jerked up. And came down right on his cock. “Oh, yes,” I gasped as my pussy impaled on his thick, Black cock. “Fuck,” he grunted. His big, thick, throbbing, ebony shaft stretched my pussy. My head tossed back, my red hair flying, as the pleasure raced through me. My pussy almost ached in pain as his dick stretched me out. He was so wide. I groaned and clenched my teeth as his cock buried all the way into my depths. “I'm stuffed so full of your big, Black cock,” I screamed out. His fingers massaging at my clit sent sparks shooting to my stuffed pussy. I bucked and groaned, continuing to lap dance as I rubbed my back into his muscular chest. My pussy clenched and spasmed as my orgasm burst through me. “Yes, yes, I'm cumming on his Black dick. Oh, yes. It's so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I lap-danced and spasmed on his thick cock. My pussy writhed about his shaft. The pleasure rippled through me. My big tits heaved as the pleasure kept swelling and swelling. His fingers rubbed hard at my clit, prolonging my bliss and keeping me cumming. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I gasped and bucked, loving every moment of his thick cock buried into my pussy. His Black dick in my White cunt. His dark hands squeezed my tit and rubbed at my clit. I was in heaven. “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “So good.” My eyes opened. Janet squealed. One of the men had moved to her and shoved his cock into her pussy from behind as she ground on Becca. My bestest friend-wife moaned and groaned, clearly in a world of bliss as she writhed between the man and Becca. “Fuck me,” gasped Janet. “Oh, yes. Use my body to satisfy your aching cock. Don't be afraid. I'm here to help. I'm such a good woman.” A frenzied moan burst from the other men. It was like they had transformed into hungry sharks, and we were their succulent prey. They pulled Nicole and Becca apart and pushed them to their knees. My wives gasped in delight as they were fucked. Becca ended up on her knees, her big titties swaying beneath her as she was pounded from behind. “Keep dancing, slut,” the Black man moaned in my ear. “Time to make me cum.” “Yes, yes,” I moaned. I leaned forward and worked my hips, sliding my pussy up and down his cock. My fading orgasm made my pussy tingle around his dick. I shuddered, loving how big felt as I slid up and down his girth. He was so thick inside of me. My pussy clenched and relaxed on him as I bounced up and down his dick. “I need a piece of the slut, too,” groaned another man. He seized my red hair and pulled my head down. I groaned as his cock slammed into my mouth. He fucked my face up and down his dick, almost hurting me as he pulled my hair. I was so helpless, trapped by his hands. It made my pussy so hot. I sucked on the man's cock as he fucked my mouth. His cock dived down my throat. I swallowed him—I was a deep-throating, bimbo cocksucker—and I tried to work my pussy up and down the Black man's dick. But it was so hard when I was bent over. “Damn,” groaned the Black man. “Fuck the slut's mouth. She loves it. Her pussy keeps clenching on my dick.” “She's a fucking whore,” grunted the man fucking my mouth. “You think our wives will be like her?” “Probably.” The Black man fucked his hips up, bouncing me on his lap as he fucked me. The chair groaned beneath him as his wonderful, hard dick slid in and out of my pussy. I groaned and shuddered, loving every minute of his dick reaming my pussy. I clamped my pussy down on his dick, loving the friction. Another orgasm burst inside of me as the two men used my body to satiate their hard cocks. I was such a naughty wife to fuck both these men. I sucked hard as the dick slammed down my throat and heavy balls smacked my lips. “What a slut,” groaned the man fucking my mouth. His salty precum stained my tongue as he pounded me. “Shit, she can take cock.” “Yes, she can.” The Black man smacked my ass. The sharp, stinging pain flooded to my pussy. I gasped and came again. My pussy spasmed about his dick. I moaned about the cock slamming down my throat as I bucked between the two men. I sucked so hard as I came. I loved it. Their two dicks sent such wonderful flutters through my body. I savored how naughty I was as my pussy massaged the Black man's thick dick. The pleasure rushed through my body, crashing into my brain. “Fuck,” the Black man groaned, adding his moans to the chorus of gasping bimbos and grunting men. The room smelled of sex. Hot pussy. Sweat. Salty cum. Becca already had cum dripping down her sides and to her big tits dangling beneath her. Janet shuddered as the man fucking her pulled out. Salty jizz leaked down her thighs. Another man took the first's place, plunging into her sloppy depths. My orgasm reached its peak. I loved it. My pussy spasmed its final time before my pleasure retreated, leaving me almost floating between the two men, drifting on a cloud of wonderful, naughty bliss. “What a slut,” groaned the Black man. “What a bimbo, fucking slut.” “Yes,” grunted the other man. His balls smacked my chin. They were so heavy with his cum. I wanted her jizz. I sucked hard. “Damn, she's a cock-hungry bitch. Shit.” Hot, salty cum flooded my mouth. I shuddered, a small orgasm rippling through my pussy as the jizz coated my tongue and mouth. I let it pool inside of my mouth, savoring how depraved and naughty it was to drink another man's cum. I was married. My pussy clenched on the Black man's thrusting dick. “Shit!” he grunted and flooded my pussy with his seed. I swallowed cum and savored the jizz filling my pussy. He pulled me down his shaft and grunted with every blast. So much hot spunk filled me. It sloshed around inside my pussy. He let go of me and I slipped off his lap, both dicks popping out of me. “Ooh, that was fun,” I panted. “Thank you for teaching me how to lap dance. It's such a fun way to fuck.” The Black man laughed hard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank I may have overestimated the aggressiveness of ten bimbo women when I told them, “You each need a dose of my cum or your transformation will end and you'll be ugly again.” “I don't want to transform back,” Kimberly moaned. “I'm so hot and...hot now.” “Look at my titties,” groaned Margaret, displaying her large, firm titties gracing her now hot, curvy body. “I can't lose them.” The sexy, naked women swarmed me. Their hands pulled off my lab coat. I groaned as they practically ripped my clothing off. Their hands rubbed my bodies and fondled my cock. They surrounded me, all pressing their big tits against me as they rubbed my body. My dick was in heaven. Three different married women grasped my dick, stroking me. My cock throbbed in their hands. This was so hot. I reached out, fondling breasts, pussy, and asses. The women giggled and cooed as they writhed against each other. Kimberly was the first to get my cock in her mouth. Her warm, wet hole sucked on my dick. Her tongue swirled and sucked hard, eager to get my cum. Natalie knelt beside her, kissing at Kimberly's cheeks as she tried to get to my cock. “Relax, ladies,” I groaned. “There's plenty of me to go around.” I had been enhanced by Alice's serum. I could fuck all night. Natalie's lips found their ways to my balls, sucking and nibbling. The other women, their horny bodies rubbing against each other, cooed and purred. Their hands went exploring, caressing each other. Donna found herself sucking on Margarete's big, dusky nipples. “That's it, ladies,” I groaned. “Explore each other. Your bodies were made to be enjoyed. Don't be shy. Good bimbos love women almost as much as men.” “Wow,” Margarete gasped. “I never knew I should love women.” “Yep,” I grinned. “You're all bisexual now. Explore, enjoy.” My dick throbbed in Kimberly's sucking mouth as the women descended into a lesbian orgy. Natalie abandoned my balls to lick her way down Kimberly's body. The married woman's mouth moaned about my dick as Natalie pressed between Kimberly's thighs and licked at her pussy. “Oh, wow, Dr. Frank, she tastes so yummy,” moaned Natalie. “I didn't know. Pussy is so sweet. Mmm, it's so juicy and delicious.” “Let me taste,” Donna pouted. She pulled Natalie's head away and kissed Natalie's pussy-stained lips. The two women fell to the ground, writhing and moaning, their big tits pressing together. Donna was on top, her ass clenching and writhing as she ground her pussy hard against Natalie's while they madly kissed. I cocked my head, watching their two pussies, both bare of any hair, rubbing together. Their vulvas were flushed red with excitement, their labia parted to reveal their wet, pink depths. Juices ran out of Donna's pussy into Natalie's as they writhed and tribbed each other. “Damn, that is hot,” I groaned as I fucked my cock deep into Kimberly's mouth. Margarete formed a daisy chain with two other women, the trio happily munching on each other's cunts. The remaining four women broke into pairs and sixty-nine. A Black woman devoured her White partner's pussy, her tongue flicking through all her folds. I was in heaven. I hoped the cameras really were recording all the hot wife action. “That's it, slut, suck my cock,” I growled as I fucked Kimberly's mouth. I grabbed her blonde hair as I pounded her perfect face. My dick pressed against the back of her throat. I wanted to bury my dick down it and feel her tight throat constrict about it. But she resisted me. I tried again. Her eyes widened, fear shining in her depths as she choked and coughed. “It's okay,” I told her. “It's all part of the procedure. Relax and swallow my cock. Good bimbos do that. Just relax.” Kimberly did, her eyes growing softer as I pressed on her throat. She swallowed and my dick slipped inside. She moaned about my shaft, her throat so tight and hot. The humming caresses shot up my cock to my balls resting on her lips. “That's it,” I grunted. “You're doing so well, slut. You're a good, bimbo wife. You're following your doctor's instruction.” She moaned and it sounded like she tried to say, “Yes, Doctor,” but I couldn't be sure. I fucked her face, holding onto her blonde hair as I watched the lesbian, bimbo orgy around me. Donna tribbed Natalie faster, my wife's former boss shuddering atop Natalie. Donna's gorgeous ass clenched as she humped and fucked the woman. I would enjoy fucking that ass. Donna owed my wife and I for all the shit she pulled when we worked for BT Chemical. I fucked Kimberly's mouth faster. My balls smacked into her chin. I loved the meaty sound. Kimberly sucked and moaned. My dick ached, my orgasm approaching. I fucked her mouth faster, eager to explode. “I'm going to cum in your mouth, slut, but you can't swallow,” I told her. “Okay?” She moaned in agreement. “Then you're going to push my cum into Donna's ass. Get your tongue in deep and get her ready for her procedure. You'll be my nurse. Okay?” Her eyes sparkled. My dick throbbed harder. My body tensed. I pulled my shaft back until only the tip remained in her mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks sinking in. The pressure pulled at my cock. I groaned and tightened my hands in her mouth. My cock erupted. Cum boiled out of my dick into her hungry mouth. Spurt after spurt flooded her. She shuddered as she drank down my jizz. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to hold it all in, but it leaked out of her mouth, dribbling down to her chin. It was such a hot sight. “Fuck,” I panted as my orgasm reached its peak. “Okay, Nurse Kimberly, administer the procedure.” Kimberly gave me a blank look. Had I used too many big words? “Shove my cum into Donna's asshole with your tongue, slut.” Comprehension dawned in Kimberly's eyes. My cock popped out of her mouth as she turned around and spread Donna's butt-cheeks. Kimberly buried her face between them, not even hesitating to tongue another woman's ass. “Oh, wow,” Donna gasped. “Dr. Frank, what is she doing to my asshole? Her tongue is going in me.” “She's lubing you to be ass-fucked,” I grinned, stroking my still hard cock. “I did promise to fuck your ass, didn't I?” “You did,” she giggled. “That's so naughty of you. You're married, Dr. Frank.” “And so is Natalie and Kimberly, and that's not stopping them.” Donna shook her head with a smile. Then she shuddered again. “Oh, Dr. Frank, her tongue. Oh, wow. She's sticking it so deep inside of me. Oh, wow. And she's pushing something into me.” “My cum.” My dick ached as I watched Kimberly work. The blonde's hips shook as she worked my cum into Donna's ass. Juices trickled down her thighs. I couldn't help reaching down and shoving a pair of my fingers into her cunt. She squeezed down on my fingers. So wet and juicy. I brought them to my lips and sucked them into my mouth. I groaned, savoring her tart flavor. I stroked my dick with my other hand, eager to fuck Donna's ass. Around me, the other bimbo wives gasped and moaned, some already cumming on their lover's mouths. “All the cum is in her, Dr. Frank,” beamed Kimberly, still holding Donna's asscheeks apart. My white jizz stained Donna's puckered sphincter. I groaned at the sight. “Very good, “I told her. “Go have fun with the other women.” “Yes, Doctor,” she beamed, licking her lips. “Ooh, I want to find another ass to lick. That was so tasty.” Kimberly went off in search of that ass to lick. I dropped behind Donna, my dick absolutely throbbing with the need to plunge it into Donna's ass. It was so delicious and curvy now. I seized her asscheeks and rubbed my cock against her sphincter. “You ready, bimbo?” I groaned. “I...” She threw a look over her shoulder, her face flushed with excitement. “Will it hurt?” “No,” I told her and thrust. Her eyes widened. She shuddered beneath me, her body writhing atop Natalie's. The hot wife beneath gasped and moaned, clearly cumming on Donna's pussy. Donna herself let out a low, throating moan as more and more of my cock, wet with Kimberly's spit, slid deeper into her bowels, lubed by my cum. “Oh, wow, Dr. Frank,” Donna groaned. “Oh, wow, that feels so...strange.” “But I bet you love it,” I growled, drawing back and slamming my cock deep into her bowels. “You love being fucked up the ass. You deserve to be fucked up the ass for all the times you tried to screw over my wife.” “Oh, no, I did,” gasped Donna, her body shuddering beneath. “Oh, wow, I was so mean to her. I got her fired.” “You did, cunt,” I groaned as her bowels clenched and relaxed on my cock, but you're making up for it right now, aren't you?” “I am,” she shuddered. “Oh, yes. You can fuck my ass, Dr. Frank. I was so mean to her. Oh, yes. So mean. Mmm, keep fucking my ass. I'm apolomagizing with it.” “Yes, yes,” I groaned. “Show me how sorry you are.” “So sorry,” she groaned, her voice throaty. “Oh, yes, I'm so very sorry. With sugar on top and everything. Oh, yes. Oh, Dr. Frank. Oh, wow. I love apolomagizing. I'm going to apolomagize to everyone this way.” “Good,” I groaned, her asshole rippling about my cock. She shuddered. “Are you cumming, slut?” “Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, bucking between me and Natalie. “Oh, yes, you're cock feels so wonderful up my ass. Do yo accept my apolomagy? Huh, do you, Dr. Frank?” “Yes, I accept your apology,” I groaned. “Keep making my cock feel wonderful. Massage it with your slutty ass.” “Yes, yes, I'm such a slut,” gasped Donna. “And a cunt!” “Ooh, yes. A hot, wet, cunt. And it's rubbing on Natalie's cunt. She's so warm and wet.” Donna bucked again, her head tossing. Her asshole kept massaging my cock as her orgasm burned through her body. “Oh, yes. I'm such a slut-cunt. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I'm a slut-cunt that apolomagizes with her ass.” “Fuck,” I groaned, slamming my dick into her asshole. Her butt-cheeks writhed as I pounded her ass. Her velvety grip caressed my cock. I groaned, slamming into her as hard as I could. She was so mean to my wife. She made Alice's work-life hell, and now she was apologizing with that sweet, tight, hot ass. “Tonight, you're going to apologize to Alice,” I growled. “How?” she gasped. “She doesn't have a cock to fuck my ass with? How can I?” “With your whorish, lying mouth,” I growled. “You tattled on her and got her fired, so you're mouth will lick her pussy until she cums.” “Oh, yes,” gasped Donna, bucking beneath me again as another orgasm burst through her bimbo body. “I will. I will apolomagize with my tongue and asshole. I'll be so sorry. I was so mean. I should make her feel wonderful for being so mean and poopie to her.” “Yes,” I grunted, my balls tightening as I imagined the bimbo between Alice's thighs, my wife grinding her face against Donna's hungry mouth. It would make my wife so happy. Alice deserved it for all the grief Donna put my wife through. “You fucking cunt will apologize to my wife and make her cum so hard.” “Yes!” Donna screamed as her orgasm spasmed through her. Her asshole clenched so hard on my dick. It was heaven. I couldn't take it any longer. I buried into her depths and erupted. Blast after blast of my cum fired from my cock, spewing into the hot, velvety grip of her asshole, basting her with my cum. “Oh, yes, I apolomagized with my ass,” cooed Donna, her face flushed and happy. “And it was so wonderful.” “Yes, it was, slut,” I grinned as I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Then I seized her hair and pulled her around. I shoved my dirty cock into her mouth. “That's it, slut. That's your ass. Taste it. Love it.” Donna moaned in delight around my cock as I searched around for the next bimbo to enjoy. I couldn't wait to sell footage of this orgy to the porn sites. It would be the sexiest hot wive video ever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice I gasped as the needle went into my ass then giggled as the cool solution flooded my butt-cheek. I shivered and then the marshmallowy, gooey happiness on my thoughts melted away and the bimbo me evaporated. “Well, well, well,” I smiled, staring down at Donna Wilson kneeling before me on our living room floor. Cum dripped out of my snatch. I had been fucked three times during the men's party while Frank enjoyed every one of the bimbo wives. I think he had more fun then me, but I had been gangbanged last week. So it was only fair that he had his fun. “I'm ready to apolomagize for being such a slut-cunt to you,” moaned Donna as her hands slid up and down my thighs. Her lips were smeared with pussy juices. All the wives were disheveled when they joined their husbands. Their husbands didn't mind. Their wives were knockout hotties now. We had our $10,000 and the seed money to start our business, but I could tell Frank had other ideas by the glint in his eyes. I stared down at Donna. “She's a spy?” I asked. “Yes,” moaned Donna. “Ms Beigh, that dried-up stick, sent me to spy on you and get your formula and trick you. Isn't that just so mean of her?” Frank nodded, then he bent down and slammed the intelligent serum into Donna's ass. The woman gasped. The fuzziness from her eyes vanished. She let out a squeak of outrage and jumped to her feet. “You fucked my ass,” she accused Frank. “And you loved every second of it,” Frank grinned. What was my husband up to? Now that I could think clearly, I struggled to come up with any ideas, but I was drawing a blank. I was good at chemistry, but it seemed like Frank had something more devious in mind. “The injection we gave you is the first step to ending the beauty process,” Frank said. “If I don't administer another serum within the hour, you'll go back to be fat, frumpy, and ugly.” Donna froze. “That's right,” I purred. “Or, you cooperate and we'll make sure you're happy and beautiful for the rest of your life.” I had no idea what Frank was doing, but I would play along. Donna didn't know the intelligence serum would wear off in an hour, then she would go back to being a bimbo without us doing anything. In fact, Frank and I had no idea how to reverse the process. Donna swallowed. She looked down at her tits. Her nipples were hard and I could see the juices trickling down her thighs. She was still horny. So was I. Bimbos were always horny, even if we had are normal faculties back. “Do you want to be fat?” I asked. “I know I don't. With your body, Donna, you could have a billionaire for a husband. You could have the hunkiest guy with the biggest cock to fuck you. Cooperate, and we'll set you up.” Donna swallowed, a shudder rippling through her body. “What do I have to do?” “How would you like to get back at Ms. Beigh?” Frank asked, holding out Donna's phone. Donna's eyes widened. She squeezed her thighs again. “Do I have to be a bimbo though?” “It's the price of beauty,” Frank shrugged. “Right, Alice?” “It's so worth it,” I purred, reaching out to squeeze her large breast and rub my thumb over her hard nipple. “Didn't you love the orgy?” Donna swallowed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ms. Beigh My private phone rang as I sat at my desk. Once again, my attempted seduction of Carmanjello had failed. My new, hunky, Black executive assistant just wanted to play hard to get. I wore my sexiest outfit, but when you were as thin as I was, almost all bones and no flesh, nothing looked good on you. But there was the possibility of Frank's chemical. I was terrified of surgery. My mother had a routine surgery and died on the operating table. It was an outpatient procedure and the doctor bungled things and killed her. I would not risk my life for just a little beauty. But a single injection that could make me into a supermodel. It was too good to be true. I grabbed my phone. Donna's number flashed. The fat bitch was reporting in. I swiped my phone, “Yes?” “Ms. Beigh,” the woman on the other end answered. Her voice was throaty and lush. “Donna?” I frowned. “Yes, Ms. Beigh. It worked. I sent you a pic. Check your email.” I grabbed my mouse and rolled it on the pad to wake up my computer. I went into the company email, I would never have given that fat bitch my personal address, and found her message. I opened it up and blinked at the picture of the lush, naked woman. My eyes widened. I could see hints of Donna in the woman's face. To prove it was Donna, she held her drivers license in one hand, the other holding the camera before a bathroom mirror. “Holy shit,” I gasped. “It worked. I need to get this chemical.” “Well, I have good news,” Donna purred. “Those idiots Frank and Alice are broke for cash. They had to mortgage their house twice and borrow from three different banks. They're about to hit bankruptcy. Today's endeavor barely lets them tread water. They can't manufacturer and market this chemical without real help.” She laughed. “So they asked me to approach you, Ms. Beigh. Can you believe it? The idiots think I'm helping them.” “I told you they were morons,” I grinned, leaning back in the chair. “They need to meet as soon as possible. They need money fast. They're desperate. I bet with a little work, you could really screw them over.” “How about tomorrow morning? Tell them to be here 9 AM sharp.” “I will,” Donna answered. “I need to go. They're waiting downstairs for the word. I'll tell them the good news.” The phone went dead. I leaned back in my chair and chortled. Frank and Alice were even dumber than I thought. I would make a fortune on this chemical. One injection that would make a woman beautiful. I could charge $10,000 an injection. It would make me a billionaire. And once I was a lush bombshell, I would have all the hot, young studs eager to fuck me. I would enjoy them and ditch them. My pussy grew wet between my thighs. I closed my eyes and fantasized about all my riches as I rubbed my cunt. To be concluded...

The Bimbo Formula Chapter 9: Dominating the Bimbo Boss by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Alice Donna Wilson hung up her cell phone. “Okay, she went for it. You'll have your meeting at 9 AM tomorrow with Ms. Beigh.” Donna swallowed, her hips shifting and making those big, juicy tits of her sway. Since receiving the bimbo serum, my sexuality had blossomed. Gone was the mousy chemist that only let Frank make love to me in the missionary position. Now I loved all aspects of sex, even with another woman. And the fact that the other woman was my former supervisor at BT Chemical, a bitchy, fat harridan that had made my life miserable and now stood trembling in nervous excitement made my pussy so wet. And it was already full of multiple men's cum. I wanted Donna's mouth licking my pussy, cleaning it up. She deserved to pay for how she treated me. Right now, we both had the intelligence serum in our bodies, driving back the bimbo serum's affect on our brains. I really and truly wanted to savor this moment before we both slipped back into giggling, happy bimbohood. “She's going to screw you over,” Donna protested. “Ms. Beigh is a conniving bitch.” “A conniving bitch that wants to be hot like you and my wife,” Frank grinned. My nerdy husband looked so sexy and commanding right now. He always had a fit body and, as I learned since becoming a bimbo, a pretty big cock. Not the biggest cock I had fucked—I knew a few Black guys that really stretched my pussy—but he was delightful to feel inside of me. I loved my husband so much for letting me have fun as a bimbo. My pussy clenched again. “Now, you need to apologize to my wife for being a cunt,” Frank said. “What about the injection?” Donna asked. “I don't want to go back to being fat. Please.” Frank had lied to her, telling her the intelligence injection was actually reversing the bimbo process and she would revert back to her former self if we didn't reverse it. It was how we recruited her to this plan. The fear shone in her eyes. She would rather be hot and stupid then fat and intelligent. But as I learned, being a bimbo was so much fun it was worth that little trade off. “You'll get it after you apologize,” Frank growled. He had grown so confident. I stretched out on our bed, my legs spread wide, my pussy dripping with men's cum. Tonight's bimbo party had been so much fun. “I'm so sorry for being a cunt to you,” Donna said. She swallowed. Her face, which had once been ugly like a toad, was now so gorgeous. Those lips were lush. I had to feel them licking my pussy. “I was just angry all the time. My husband left me for a pretty woman. I couldn't control my weight. Being mean to you made me feel like I had some power.” “Remember how I told you to apologize,” Frank growled in her ear. What had my husband told her? Donna's eyes widened. “No, I'm not gay.” “That didn't stop you from having fun at the bimbo wife orgy,” grinned Frank. “I have it all on tape. After you apologized to me by letting me fuck your ass, you happily ate pussy, sucked titties, and even rimmed Kimberly's asshole.” Donna flushed. “I was a bimbo then. It just seemed so...fun. I couldn't help myself.” “And if you want to be a bimbo again, then you need to apologize to me,” I moaned, squeezing my large tits. My pussy itched. I squirmed on the bed. “Come on, Donna. Apologize with that beautiful mouth of yours. Just dig your face in there and lick my pussy clean.” Donna's eyes fixed on mine. She licked those red lips. Her nipples were hard topping her heavy tits. Her lithe thighs pressed together. Juices stained them. She was a bimbo. The process made us so horny all the time. I think it helped to make us so gullible. We just wanted to satiate our bodies and needed any excuse to give us permission. No matter how flimsy. “Come lick my pussy and apologize for being a cunt,” I moaned. “Apologize to my wife,” Frank said. “And I'll give you the injection. You'll go back to being dumb and happy and gorgeous. We'll make sure you have a hunky man to pamper your body.” Donna took a deep breath. “I've already licked one pussy,” she whispered to herself. Her body trembled. She rocked on the balls of her feet. That made those lush tits jiggle so wickedly. I squeezed mine again. “I licked more than one. They tasted good. And a few even had Frank's cum in them. I can do this. I can do this. “I can do this.” She suddenly threw herself forward, almost jumping onto the bed, and ended up between my spread thighs. The mattress springs sent vibrations rippling across the mattress. Her hands seized my legs, stroking up and down them as she leaned down. And, like she was pulling off a bandaid fast to get it over with, she lunged forward. Donna Wilson, my cunt of an ex-supervisor, buried her lips into my pussy and licked. “Oh, yes,” I gasped as her tongue slid through my cum-filled folds. Her tongue's caress sent flutters of excitement through my hot, horny body. “Apologize for being a cunt. Clean my pussy and make me cum.” Donna's tongue reached my clit. She swirled slowly around the nub. My body shuddered and moans escaped my lips. My fingers sank into my pillowy tits. My nipples ached at the summit of my breasts. My fingers slid up, grasping the fat, pink nubs as Donna teased my clit. My fingers rolled my nipples, shooting more delight down to my pussy. I moaned and writhed on the bed. There were so many times I had fantasized of getting my revenge on Donna Wilson. I had never imagined I would make her lick my pussy, but I had other ideas. Making her do my work, cleaning my house, mowing my lawn, running my errands, getting her fired, even slapping her across the face on the day I quit. But this was the best revenge ever. Her dark eyes stared up my body. Her black hair spilled across my thighs, so silky smooth, so much better than the horrid, short, butch haircut she had before. Now she was so feminine and soft, so gorgeous and horny. Now she loved my pussy. “Mmm, lick out all that cum,” I moaned. “That's four different men's cum in me. Including a Black man.” Frank let out a groan behind him as Donna gasped. She pulled her face away, her lips smeared with cum and juices. She stared down at my pussy half-in-shock and half-in-awe. Was she envious? Did she want to fuck a bunch of men? I bet she did. I bet most women had fantasies like about that. “That's right,” I said, staring at Frank. “I fucked a Black man with a big, thick dick. He stretched my pussy open. Mmm, I came so hard on him. He taught me a wicked way to perform a lap dance. Oh, yes, he had his cock so deep in me.” Frank stroked his hard cock. “You naughty slut.” “So naughty,” I moaned as I seized Donna's hair and pulled her lips back into my pussy. She didn't fight it. She buried her tongue into my pussy and licked up all the cum leaking out. Her moans were so wicked. She loved it. “I was a naughty wife, Frank. And it's all recorded. You can watch all four of your wives being so naughty.” “Yes,” groaned Frank. “Four wives?” moaned Donna. “Uh-huh,” I gasped, pulling her face back down. “Don't stop licking until your done apologizing.” Her tongue dug back into my folds, exploring deeper, searching for more of the cum. I smiled at Frank. Lust shone in his handsome face. I licked my lips as he stroked that hard cock. I created the serum that let his cock cum over and over. His balls produced seminal fluid so much faster than a normal man. And it looked like he needed relief. “Go on, honey, fuck the apologizing slut,” I moaned. “Ram your cock into her pussy. Make the cunt satisfy us both.” “Damn, I love you,” Frank groaned as he seized Donna's hips. “Oh, yes,” Donna panted into my pussy as Frank slammed his cock into her cunt. Her face pressed into my pussy from the force of Frank's thrusts. He wasn't gentle. He wanted to pound the bitch. “Fuck her,” I moaned, humping against Donna's lips. “Fuck her so hard. Mmm, yes. This is so hot, Frank.” “Yes, it is,” he growled. His hand cracked down hard on Donna's ass. “Apologize to my wife, slut.” Donna moaned into my pussy. “I'm so sorry,” she panted between licks. “So sorry. Mmm, let me make you feel so good.” I groaned as her tongue fluttered through my depths. My back arched. The pleasure built inside of me. I shuddered and bucked. My big tits flopped about. My nipples were so hard. I groaned and sighed, my toes curling as I writhed on the bed. Donna panted and groaned into my pussy as Frank slammed his dick into her. The slap of his balls on her flesh echoed through the room. Such a delicious, wicked sound. “Frank,” I panted. “Oh, yes, Frank. Fuck that slut. I love it. She moans into my pussy and that feels amazing. Fuck.” My body tensed. I humped against her mouth. Her tongue drove so deep into my pussy. I gasped and shuddered. I couldn't believe how wonderful this was. We were dominating her. She was our slut for the evening. We had to keep her. Not as one of our wives, but as our sex slave. A concubine, maybe. “You're going to be our slut,” I moaned. “We'll take care of you so long as you serve us. You'll be our little sex slave.” “What?” Donna gasped. Frank's hand cracked down on her ass. “Keep licking, slut.” Donna squeaked into my pussy, then kept devouring me. Her eyes burned with passion. She let out a low, shuddering moan. Her tongue thrust into my depths as she came. Her eyes rolled back into her head and Frank let out a moan. “Fuck, this whore just came,” groaned Frank. “You called her a sex slave and she came. What a slut.” “Yes,” I panted, pulling hard on her black hair. Her moaning lips vibrated my pussy. I gasped and shuddered. My back arched. The pleasure erupted through me. I bucked and writhed, the bedsprings squeaking beneath my thrashing body as our sex slave devoured my pussy and the juices gushing into her mouth. “That's it,” I gasped as the pleasure rippled through my body. “Keep apologizing with that naughty mouth. Mmm, yes. Don't you ever stop apologizing. Oh, fuck, yes. Keep licking me. Keep making me cum, slave.” “Don't stop!” growled Frank. Crack! Donna yelped into my pussy, licking harder and harder. Her fingers tightened on my thighs. The slut loved it. Her tongue flew through my sensitive pussy lips. She kept nuzzling me, sending new waves of bliss that kept my orgasms rippling through my body. My stomach undulated and clenched as the pleasure exploded through my body. I gasped and sighed, savoring every last moment of my delight. My head tossed, my red hair spilling across my face as I gasped and thrashed. “Frank,” I screamed. “Oh, Frank, our slut is making me cum so fucking hard. Oh, yes. She's such a good slave.” Crack! “Yes, she is,” growled Frank, his face twisting. “Are you going to cum in our slut's cunt?” I demanded. “Are you going to flood her with blast after blast of cum?” “Uh-huh,” Frank growled. His hands tightened on Donna's hips. He slammed deep into her. “Fuck, I'm cumming in her cunt, babe. I'm dumping it all in her. That's what she is. My cum dump and your pussy licker. She's our slave.” “Your slave,” squeaked Donna as she thrashed. “Yes,” I gasped as the pleasure burst through me. My back arched. My tits heaved, and then I fell back on the bed, groaning in delight as my vision danced with stars as my multiple orgasms finally hit their peak. I soared on pleasure for this wonderful moment. And then it flowed out of me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Alice and Donna both panted as they lay on the bed. Donna's cunt leaked my cum. It dribbled out of her snatch and trickled across her thigh to the bedspread. Her ass burned red from my spanking. My cock dripped with her pussy juices. “Now can I get the injection?” Donna asked as she panted. “I'll be your pussy-licking slave, Alice, and your cum dump, Frank. I just don't want to be ugly again.” Tears beaded in her eyes. “Please. I'll be so happy. It was so freeing being a bimbo.” I laughed and shook my head. “Did you think Frank injected me with a chemical that would make me ugly?” my redheaded wife asked. “The bimbo process can't be reversed. The serum just restored your normal intelligence for about an hour. Soon, we'll both be slipping into that wonderful, smothering happiness.” “So, Donna, go downstairs and help my wives clean up the house,” I ordered. “You and Ryan will be doing most of the work. I really doubt Janet, Becca, and Nicole are doing much.” “I could just leave,” Donna said. “Naked?” Alice asked. “In about fifteen minutes, you'll be back to being a bimbo. Do you really want to be walking around naked and an airhead at night?” Donna shook her head. “No. I won't leave.” She swallowed. “I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you.” “Apology accepted, slave,” Alice said, then sat up and kissed Donna on the lips. “Now go and clean up our house.” “Yes...Mistress.” A shudder ran through Donna, a smile playing on her lips. “Well, that was a surprise,” I said as I pulled my wife closer. “Now before you become an airhead, let's figure out the plan for dealing with Ms. Beigh tomorrow.” Alice's grin widened. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ms. Beigh “Here you are, ma'am,” Carmanjello, my sexy executive assistant said as he walked into my office with a stack of papers. The African-American hunk had such gorgeous skin and a smile that made me so wet. I leaned forward, my blouse low-cut to show off what little cleavage I had. It did not entice him. No amount of padding seemed to make my bony body attractive. I had hinted how I could shower him with gifts if he just sucked it up and fucked me with that gorgeous body and his big, Black cock. It was why I hired him. “Legal says these are all the documents you require,” he said, “along with the paperwork to file a lawsuit against Frank and Alice Jackman and their company Beauty Technology, LLC.” “Thank you,” I tried to purr, but my voice came off more like a crackle. Carmanjello's polite smile almost slipped. A stab of anger shot through me. He despised me. Why did I ever think hiring an attractive, male executive assistant was the answer. My last one had been a woman, but too pretty. I needed a fat, ugly girl to work for me. Someone I could look down on. Not someone that saw me with disgust. “That will be all,” I said, much cooler. “Let me know when they arrive.” Carmanjello's smile almost faltered. His forehead momentarily creased. Shock widened his eyes. If he thought I would be nice to him just because he was attractive, then he should have sucked up his pride and fucked me hard. If he had given me a few orgasms, I would have treated him right. I smiled at his retreat. There was fear in his posture. Fear was better than desire. Generating fear was true power. Inspiring fear was a skill that had to be cultivated and learned, it wasn't the product of random genetics and luck. Well, it wasn't until today. My fingers rubbed together. Frank's beauty serum would be mine. I would make so much money selling it. And I would be its first recipient. When I was hot and beautiful, Carmanjello would regret not sucking up his pride and fucking me. He would miss out. Men would be lining up to fuck me and Carmanjello would be left in the cold with a big pair of blue balls. I would transfer him to the worst part of the company. We had a plant in Manitoba, Canada. I hoped he liked the subzero temperatures. I swiveled in my executive, leather chair and stared out my window of my corner office at Beigh-Taylor Chemical. I should rename the company. I had screwed over and forced out my former partner, so why should his name remain? I stared down at the parking lot below. Five stories up, people seemed so small. The workers flowed in to start performing their experiments that would make the company more and more money. It galled me to think we let Frank's breakthrough get away. I needed to fire his supervisor for ever thinking his project was a waste of time and resources. I kept looking out the window, hoping to spot the car that held Frank and his wife. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank I tried not to be nervous as I pulled into BT Chemical's parking lot. It had been months since Veronica Beigh had fired me. I parked and looked at my women. Nicole, Becca, and Janet were crammed into the backseat, all giggling with excitement. Donna arrived in her own car, injected with the intelligent serum, to keep up appearances. I glanced at Alice. She had a big, giggly smile on her lips as she shifted in excitement. She wore a dark-green dress with a plunging neckline and a tight skirt. Her large tits strained the front of her dress as she bounced in her seat. “Oooh, this is so amazing, Frank,” Alice giggled. “I can't believe we're back here. Are we working here again?” “Don't you remember the plan?” I asked as I pulled out the intelligence serum. “Right, plan. We have a plan.” She let out a giggle. “What is it? I can't remember.” “You will.” I plunged the serum into her thigh. The giggly smile became a wicked smile as her intelligence returned. “Oh, yes, the plan. Mmm, let's do this, honey.” I climbed out of the car. I wore my best suit and tie, chosen by Alice, and grabbed my briefcase. It had legal papers that Ryan drew up for us. The asshole's past as a lawyer, before Alice's neutering serum turned him into our beta male servant, had come in handy. Alice took my arm and our three wives giggled as they followed behind us. Donna stood in the building's entrance, a big smile on her lips as she waited to greet us. “Master, Mistress,” she purred when we walked in. “If you would follow me. I'm supposed to lead you up there.” Donna strode in front, wearing a dress she borrowed from Janet—they turned out to be about the same size. My eyes enjoyed Donna's ass writhing beneath the dress. I knew for a fact that ass was well-spanked and red. We rode the elevators up to the fifth floor and Donna led us to Ms. Beigh's office. The last time I had been here was when she fired me. Veronica Beigh enjoyed being hands on when she fired people. The only difference in the space before her office was the Black man sitting at the secretary's desk. Alice let out a purring moan. I was learning my wife had a thing for Black men. It was hot to watch her be fucked by one. “Ms. Beigh will be with you in a few minutes,” the man said. His name plate read Carmanjello. “She's taking a very important phone call.” I sat down, my wife beside me. I held her hand as we waited. My stomach twisted. Today would make or break us. Would I be able to outfox the conniving bitch? Or would she gain the upper hand and ruin us? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ms. Beigh “They're here, Ms. Beigh,” Carmanjello reported over the intercom. “I'm taking a very important phone call. The meeting will start a little late,” I lied. Meetings started late always made people nervous and put them off-balanced. My fingers clenched and relaxed. I was nervous, too, but I had the upper hand. I had the paperwork carefully laid out on the meeting table in my office. I sat at the head of the table in my comfortable chair. The remaining chairs were not comfortable at all. I took calming breaths as I let the minutes tick buy. I kept my eyes closed as I vividly remembered the day I thrust the metaphorical dagger into my partner's back and gained sole control over the company. I knew today would be even more satisfying than that day. Finally, it was time. I reached out and pushed on the intercom. “Carmanjello, I'm ready to meet with the Jackmans now.” “Yes, ma'am,” he answered, now trying to sound contrite. Too late. I would start shopping for his replacement today. Carmanjello opened the door and ushered in the Jackmans. Frank, no longer looking like a nerd, strolled in wearing a nice suit. He had a fitter body then I remembered, and he moved with confidence. I frowned. What happened to the scared, nerdy scientist I had intimidated on the day I fired him? And his wife was even more changed. Hers I understood. She went from being an overweight, frumpy chemist to a knockout bombshell strutting through my office in a tight, clinging dress that showed off her enhanced assets. I wanted those changes. Three other women, all equally as busty and curvy as Alice, strolled in, giggling as they moved to the end of the table. They clearly were here as eye candy, a trio of empty headed models Frank and Alice had hired to make their company seem more successful. But Donna had told me the truth. They were on the verge of bankruptcy. They needed cash fast. “It's so nice to see you,” I lied, extending my hand. Frank took it, a smile on his face. “Yes, it is.” Alice then shook my hand, a big smile on her face. “Yes, my husband and I are so excited for this opportunity.” They were so gullible to think I would help them. They sat down, taking seats on either side of me. Frank opened his briefcase and pulled out his own papers. Then he produced a vial of a greenish-yellow liquid with a milky swirl dancing through it. My body trembled as he set a syringe, capped with plastic and filled with the same substance, beside it. “Is that..?.” My mouth watered. “Yes,” Frank nodded. “But the production is expensive. The chemicals and the time to manufacture...we need resources and a proper facility to mass produce. We're looking for a partner to own 25% of our company for a measly $500,000. That'll give us the capital to buy the facility, equipment, and the chemicals. We can hire staff, train them to make it, and be in business in three months. We expect demand to be very high, even with the cost that we'll sell the product at.” I licked my lips, letting his words roll over me as I stared at the chemical. They spoke rapidly, trying to overwhelm me as they described the procedure. They pointed to the bimbos giggling at the end of the table and Alice to demonstrate the results of the treatment. “And there are no side-effects?” I asked. I couldn't pull my eyes away. “None,” Frank asked. “None of the lab mice experienced any issues and as you can see from my wife, she's perfectly fine.” “Well, there's one tiny side-effect,” Alice laughed, “it's increased my libido. But is that really a bad thing?” “No,” I said. “And just one injection?” “Yes,” Frank nodded, then launched into a complicated explanation about chemical bonding and all these big words that my scientist always use at meetings to make their discovery sound so important and profound. Normally, there presentation was on a better moisturizer or food flavoring. But this was actually something profound. Revolutionizing. “So I think you'll see that a half-million is really peanuts considering the way this will change the world of plastic surgery,” Frank added. “We'll make a lot of plastic surgeons angry,” grinned Alice, “but technology has a way of making things obsolete.” I wanted to reach out and snatch the chemical and inject myself, but I held back. The important things first. I tapped the paperwork before me, a smile crossing my lips, then I pushed the first document forward. Frank frowned as he looked at it. “You want to buy our company? It's not for sale.” Alice looked over the table. “And for $10,000. This is insulting, Veronica. We can take our discovery to dozens of venture capitalist firms. They would all line up to invest in our business.” She shoved the paper back at me. “I always knew you were a bitch.” My smile grew and a I reached for the other stack of papers. “I had my legal department gather these up. First, here's the employment contract you signed when we hired you, Frank. I had the pertinent part highlighted.” Frank snatched it from me and swallowed as he read it. “You were working on this chemical's development when we fired you. And since anything you discover based on research performed in our labs is property of Beigh-Taylor Chemical.” I reached out and snagged the syringe. “This is mine. If you don't sign the contract and let me buy your company, my lawyer will file this document with the courts. It's several things. One is a lawsuit asserting my rights to your compound. The second is an injunction to keep you from selling it.” I popped off the plastic cap as both of their faces paled. They both swallowed as I stared at the chemical in the syringe. My smile grew as I watched them squirm. Get $10,000 or go even more in debt fighting a losing lawsuit. “I have proof that this is derived from research performed at my company,” I continued as I tapped the syringe to get rid of the air bubbles. “We have reams of documentation, including you on tape describing your idea. I will win. Sure it will take me maybe five or more years and cost you hundreds of thousands in legal fees fighting it. Or...” They stared into each other's eyes as I stood up. I dominated them. They thought they could come in here and do business with me? They were just pathetic scientist. They never should have been allowed out of the lab. It was a pity I couldn't undo Alice's changes and make her into a fat woman again. But, with that body, she could make a killing as an escort to pay the bills. She did have that increased libido to satisfy. “Where do I inject this?” I asked. “Thigh or buttock,” Frank muttered. His shoulders sagged. He buried his face into his hands. He was crushed. Defeated. I had won. I injected the compound into my thigh. A cool sensation rushed through me. The chemical flowed into my veins. I set the syringe down as my body grew warmer and warmer. I wondered how long the changes would take. Frank suddenly straightened and a victorious smile crossed Alice's lips. My stomach knotted as the warmth spread through my body. Why were they suddenly so relaxed and triumphant? Frank had a smirk on his lips as he pulled out another set of documents. “This document here nominates me to be the CEO of BT Chemicals,” Frank smiled, “with a salary of $5.6 million a year. We had our own lawyer work all night on these.” “He was such a dear,” Alice laughed, then she reached in and pulled out a second document. “And this one says you'll sell us BT Chemical for $10 million, to be paid out over the course of ten years with 0% interest.” “Very generous of you,” grinned Frank. “Why would I...” A giggle burst out of my throat. I waved my hand at my neck. It was so hot in here. “Why would I do any...” Another giggle. I shook my head and looked down at my blouse. It was so tight. My boobs were growing. Flesh covered my bony, thin figure. I gasped, quickly unbuttoning my blouse. My poor tits were aching in my bra. I had to free them. Another giggle burst from my lips. “I need to free my titties. I bet you want to see them.” Why did I say that? It was so hot in here. I couldn't think. I just had to...bare my titties. “Yes, let's see those gorgeous titties,” Alice purred. “Uh-huh,” I grinned as my blouse slipped off my shoulders. I reached behind me and freed my big titties. They bounced out of my bra and jiggled. “Wow, look at them. They're so big and round and big.” I squeezed them. “I have titties.” “Yes, you do,” Frank smiled. “Now, we just need you to sign a few documents. You want to do that, right? It's your responsibility as the President to do it.” “Of course I will,” I beamed. “I'm the Prezzydent. I sign things all the time.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Ms. Beigh happily signed and initialed every part of the documents we put before her while her naked tits bounced and jiggled. They were firm and plump, topped by hard, dark-red nipples that kept brushing the table when she leaned in which brought a gale of giggles from the bimbofied bitch. My pussy was so wet beneath my dress and Frank's cock bulged his pants. I sat on the table's edge by Ms. Beigh as she signed the last paper with a big flourish. “There,” she pronounced. “You're now my company's see-ee-oh. What's that?” “The CEO,” I purred, stroking her light-brown hair, “is in charge of the company and the President's boss.” “That's me,” giggled Ms. Beigh. “I'm Veronica Beigh, Prezzydent of BT Chem-chem-chemychals.” “Uh-huh,” I told her as my fingers slid through her silky hair. It was a gorgeous shade, enhancing her plump lips and wide, blue eyes. “So that means you're Frank's sex slave. The President is always the CEO's sex slave.” “It does?” she gasped in astonishment. “I had no idea.” Another giggle burst through her lips, making those gorgeous tits jiggle. “You know what a sex slave is, Ms. Beigh?” asked Frank. “It's a person that does every thing their Master orders,” she responded. “I used to pay this man to be my sex slave. I would spank his bottom as he ate my pussy and then fuck him with a strap-on.” Her eyes widened. “Are you going to fuck me with a strap-on, Mr. see-ee-oh Frank?” “Master,” he answered. “And I have a big, thick cock to fuck you with.” “I'll be wearing the strap-on,” I purred, my pussy growing wetter. “Because I'm one of Frank's wives. And you belong to us, too. You and Donna are our sex slaves now.” I pointed to the end of the room where Donna lay bent over the table while Janet, Becca, and Nicole took turns spanking her ass.” “Is Donna a Prezzydent, too?” asked Ms. Beigh. “A Vice-President,” smiled Frank as he unbuckled his belt. “Now, slave,” I purred, yanking Ms. Beigh's head to the right so she looked at Frank's cock. “You need to start sucking. It's time to serve.” “Okay,” she smiled as Frank's cock came out. “I'm a good Prezzydent, so I'll be the goodest sex slave ever.” My pussy clenched as the bitch who tried to ruin our lives sucked Frank's cock into her mouth. Ms. Beigh let out the happiest sigh in the world as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed while she bobbed her head. Frank groaned, his hand running through the bitch's hair as he slid his dick in and out of her mouth. I slid up Ms. Beigh's skirt. It clung tight to her now curvy ass. She had been so skinny and bony her panties had half-disappeared into her butt-crack. I pulled them off and discovered a wet, bare pussy, smelling tart and delicious. My hand caressed Ms. Beigh. “The little slut is so wet from sucking your cock,” I purred. “She loves being our sex slave.” Ms. Beigh moaned. It could have been a yes, but it was hard to tell with her mouth around my husband's dick. I pushed my fingers deep into her pussy. She groaned around Frank's cock and, based on the expression on my husband's face, sucked harder. Her pussy clenched on my fingers. She was wet and silky, her pussy sucking at my fingers, eager to be filled by a cock. I pulled my fingers out and stared at them, then I wiped her juices off on her ass. “You were such a mean President,” I purred. “Presidents are good, loving women who always obey their CEO and his wives. They don't be mean to their employees and fire them. Now don't bite my husband's cock, slut.” My hand cracked down hard on her ass. My pussy clenched at the stinging sound. I licked my lips at the red handprint. Frank had given me and my wives red asses before, but I never realized how exciting it was to administer one. “Frank, once a week, you need to give me the intelligent serum just so I can spank her naughty ass,” I groaned as my hand slapped down again. The sound of my hand spanking her ass echoed through the office. “Yes,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward, slamming his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. “And you, slut, relax your throat.” My hand cracked down again as Ms. Beigh shuddered. Frank groaned, forcing more of his dick into her mouth. I swallowed, remembering the first time I deep-throated a cock. That had been so hot. Frank forced the bitch's lips right into his pubic hair. “That's it, swallow my husband's cock,” I growled and smacked her ass hard again. Ms. Beigh yelped. Tears filled her eyes, but she never stopped sucking and her pussy never stopped leaking juices. I had a feeling all bimbofied women loved to be spanked harder, drinking in the pain and the humiliation, their bodies transforming it into pleasurable lust. Crack! “You are our slave now,” I moaned, my pussy so on fire. “Ours!” Crack! “Spank her naughty ass,” groaned Frank, his hips thrusting away, fucking his cock down Ms. Beigh's throat while his balls smacked her lips. “Damn, she loves it. She sucks so hard.” “She's our slut,” I grinned and spanked her wet pussy. Ms. Beigh's muffled moans exploded out of her. Juices squirted from her pussy and splashed onto the carpet while she writhed and shuddered. Frank clutched her hair hard, his face twisting as he fucked her mouth faster. “Cum in the slut,” I groaned, my pussy on fire. I moved to the desk and pushed up my skirt, revealing my bare, wet pussy. “Fuck her and then make her eat my pussy.” “Yes,” growled Frank. “Drink my cum, slut. Every day you'll suck my cock while I work in this office. Then you'll lick my wife's pussy. It's now the CEO and his chief wife's office.” I smiled at my husband. This was our company. We would soon be billionaires. Janet, Nicole, Becca, and I would be the best wives, keeping Frank happy while keeping the sex slaves in line. I was sure we'd pick up more sluts than just Donna and Ms. Beigh. And the wives and I would have our fun. We were bimbos. “Fuck,” Frank growled. His cum dripped out of Ms. Beigh's mouth as he groaned. Then he ripped his dick out of her mouth. “Now lick my wife's pussy, slave.” Ms. Beigh buried her face between my thighs and licked like a good sex slave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank “Oh, yes, yes, yes, lick my pussy, bitch,” hissed Alice as she writhed on Ms. Beigh's mouth. My dick was hard. “Are you going to fuck her ass now?” Janet asked as she spanked Donna's rear. Becca and Nicole had grown bored with the discipline and were tribbing hard on the floor, the sexy bimbos gasping and moaning. “I am,” I grinned, staring at Ms. Beigh's curvy, red ass. “I dreamed of fucking the bitch's ass so many times. I always know she just needed to be fucked hard to straighten her out.” “You did not,” moaned Alice. “No,” I admitted. “But now I do.” I spread those cheeks apart. Ms. Beigh gasped in pain. She licked harder at Alice. My wife fell back, her body undulating as she ground on Ms. Beigh's hungry lips. I brought my cock to the bimbo's puckered, dark sphincter. I slammed into her tight asshole. “Oh, god,” gasped Ms. Beigh as her tight, velvety bowels clenched around my cock. “No, you can't put your cock there. It's my butt-hole. It's so dirty, Master.” “I can put my cock anywhere I want,” I growled at her as I drew back my shaft until only the tip remained in her ass. My dick ached from her tight friction. I savored it then slammed back in. “I'm your Master.” “You're right, Master,” moaned Ms. Beigh as she looked at me over her shoulder. Her lips were stained with Alice's juices and my cum. That's how she should always look. “Fuck my ass, Master.” She shuddered, her bowels clenching down. “It's kinda nice.” “You'll be cumming hard soon, slave,” Alice moaned before yanking Ms. Beigh's mouth back between her thighs. “Now keep licking, slut, and make me cum.” My wife's green eyes rolled back into her head as she writhed on Ms. Beigh's tongue. Our former boss gasped and shuddered, her hips bucking back into my thrusts. Her bowels clenched and relaxed on my dick, increasing the friction. The pleasure rushed out of me. My balls churned as they smacked into her taint. It was wonderful fucking her ass. Her burning-red butt-cheeks rippled every time I slammed into her. She moaned and gasped into my wife's cunt. Ms. Beigh's tongue rooted through Alice's pussy, making my wife shudder on the table. “Oh, yes. You fucking bitch. Mmm, I love it. Keep licking my pussy. This is what you get for being such a bitch. You're our slave now.” “Ours,” I growled and smacked her ass before slamming deep into her bowels. Ms. Beigh's ass clenched and her body convulsed from the hard spanking. She bucked harder into my thrusts, her moans and gasps growing louder. She licked faster and noisier, reveling in my wife's pink, silky flesh. My wife appreciated Ms. Beigh's effort. “Oh, you fucking slut,” gasped Alice. “Oh, yes. That's it. I'm cumming. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. That's what your lips and tongue were made for. Licking pussy and sucking cock. Not being a bitch. Oh, yes.” Alice's impressive tits bounced and jiggled as she thrashed about on the table. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body heaved. She let out a shuddering moan and then collapsed back on the table, a big smile on her lips. “That's good, slave,” I praised, my own balls boiling. “You made my wife cum.” “I did,” beamed Ms. Beigh. “I'm so happy. Did you enjoy it. Did I please you, Mistress.” “Yes, you did,” groaned my wife. “Now make my husband cum. I want his jizz leaking out of your ass. Beg him to cum in you, slut.” “Yes, yes, Master,” gasped Ms. Beigh. She looked over her shoulder at me, beseeching me with those blue eyes. “Cum in my ass, Master. Please, please. Pretty please with sugar on top. I need it. Cum in me. Cum, cum, cum.” “Fuck,” I growled, my balls boiling over. I slammed my dick deep into her ass. “You are our sex slave, Ms. Beigh.” “I am!” she gasped and then her ass writhed on my dick. She let out a scream of bliss as her orgasm burst through her body. I buried my dick to the root into her tight, hot ass. The velvety embrace of her cumming bowels caressed my cock and sent the triggering bliss racing up my dick. My balls answered. My cum erupted into her asshole. I grunted through clenched teeth as I came in my bitchy, ex-boss's ass. I squeezed her hips as my cum flooded her. I drew back and pumped in again, groaning as the last of my cum filled her asshole. I panted, savoring the joy of fucking her ass. Ms. Beigh collapsed on the floor when I pulled out of her ass. I took my wife's hand and led her to the table while our new sex slave shuddered on the floor, savoring her bliss. My cum leaked out of her ass and stained the expensive rug. It was tacky anyways. I sat down on the executive, leather chair, the material cool on my ass and back. I pulled my wife down onto my lap and we gazed out of the window. We had done it. We had BT Chemical. We would manufacture the bimbo serum and revolutionize the world. We'd make a fortune in the process. “I think we should change the name of the company,” I told my wife. “How about instead Beigh-Taylor Chemical we call it Bimbo Transformation Chemical?” My wife smiled. “I don't care. Just so long as I can have that Carmanjello for my executive assistant.” “You want to fuck a big, Black cock, huh?” “So badly,” she groaned, her voice throaty. “Ooh, Frank, I love your cock, but it's so exciting and wonderful and oh, so sexy to be fucked by a Black man.” Her green eyes grew wider and more innocent. “It's one of the bestest things, Frank. I love it. Please, pretty please. Can I have him?” The intelligent serum had worn off. I stared into my bimbo wife's eyes and smiled. “Of course you can. I love you.” Alice squealed. Then she rained kisses on my face, moaning, “Thank you,” between each. I held her and smiled. I had my bimbo wives, my bimbo sex slaves, and a company that would make me into one of the richest men in the world. I was so glad I had Alice's support. I never would have finished the serum without her. She shifted on the seat, her wet pussy rubbing on my cock. She straddled me and guided my cock to her wet pussy. I groaned and fucked my bimbo wife in the executive office of our new financial empire. The END

BimboTech Chapter Twelve: Bimbo Serum Surprise By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals “Alice,” I said when my wife's phone picked up. “Where did you wander off to? I have—” “Hello, Dr. Jackman,” an unfamiliar woman said instead of his wife. My eyebrows furrowed in shock. “Why do you have my wife's phone?” “Because I have your wife.” The woman's words had a throaty cadence about them. There was something in the background that sounded like...licking. “And you are?” “The woman holding your wife,” she answered. “You really should keep better track of your bimbo. They are such airheads. They can be distracted so easily and wander off with the wrong people.” My heart beat faster. Sweat broke out on my forehead. Standing beside me, Senator Delilah Murphy gave me a sharp look, her blue eyes curious. Alice should still have the intelligence serum active. She shouldn't have been easily led off. “Well, let me know where she is, and I'll come pick her up.” “After you give me what I want. If you cooperate, Dr. Jackman, not a hair on her pretty head will be damaged.” Cold shot through me. It rippled out from my belly, flowing through my veins to my extremities. It struck my heart, the beat quickening. Waves of dark dizziness washed across my vision. “Hurt her? What is going on?” She made dismissive, tutting sound. “Really, Dr. Jackman, I thought you were intelligent. I have your wife, and if you want her back, you have to pay my ransom.” “How much?” The words spilled out of my mouth without thought. Senator Murphy's eyebrows furrowed. She mouthed, “Ransom?” “Oh, I don't want money, Dr. Jackman. I want it.” “It?” I shook my head. “What are you talking about?” “The formula to the bimbo serum. Once it is delivered into my agent's hand, I will release your wife unharmed.” Then she let out a throaty moan. “Well, once I'm done using her. Mmm, she really knows how to eat a woman's asshole.” “Who are you?” I demanded. “How do you even know about the bimbo formula?” “I will contact you in two hours. I should be done enjoying your wife by then. Then we shall make the arrangements for the drop. And, Dr. Jackman, no police. If they get involved, well, your wife will disappear forever.” “No,” I gasped, my heart racing. “Please, don't hurt her. I'll cooperate.” Senator Murphy pulled out her phone from a black clutch purse. She texted rapidly on it as the woman on the other end of my line laughed in cruel delight. My heart raced as I pictured Alice hurt. Then the line went dead. My hand trembled as I lowered my phone. “Did I hear that correctly?” Senator Murphy said, her voice ice. “Someone's kidnapped your wife?” “You have good ears,” I muttered, sliding through the apps on my phone. “Are you looking for the GPS on your wife's phone? If the kidnapper is smart, they'll have it turned off now. But don't worry. I have friends in the Capitol Police and the FBI. People owe me favors.” “Not the GPS on my wife's phone. Her GPS.” “Hers?” “All my wives are tagged with a GPS chip, just in case they wander off. It's happened before.” I grimaced, remembering the two times Alice went off with strangers before we implemented the tags. Though she had fun both times, I had been so scared for her. But never this scared. The app opened. The GPS pings came up. All but one were by me in the Smithsonian where tonight's gala was held. The other was across the city. “She doesn't appear to be moving but in an office building.” Senator Murphy leaned in and then cursed. “That fucking bitch!” “You recognize the address?” “I do.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals It was so hard not to cry out to Frank as I licked my kidnapper's asshole while she talked to him. I had no idea who this woman was, but I had to pretend to be a bimbo. I had to be convincing. So I had to moan and coo and worship her asshole. It didn't taste bad. That sour musk filled my mouth as my hands gripped her ass, squeezing and clenching. She moaned, wiggling her hips, taking such perverse delight in dominating me. I went along with it, pretending that I believed she was a witch, calling her Mistress, whatever it took to buy time and try to think. I hoped she believed my lie about the syringe she held in her hand. If I sold it well enough, pretending to be a bimbo airhead, she would believe me. She had found it in my purse, recognizing that it was different from the bimbo serum, the other syringe in there. “Oh, you are such a nasty ass-licker, you bimbo-slut,” moaned the woman. “And I bet my ass taste better than any other's.” “It does, Mistress,” I moaned, my pussy clenching in excitement at the naughty thrill of submitting and rimming her even while my stomach twisted in fright. And that fright was strangely exciting. Exhilarating even. “Of course it does. You just love me, don't you?” “Uh-huh, Mistress. Your ass is so yummy.” I struggled to think of dumb, bimbo things to say. “Just super-duper delicious.” She let out a pleased purr. Nearby, another bimbo—how had this woman made the blonde into a bimbo?—tongued the feet of a redhead watching us. The bimbo wiggled her naked ass, obviously so happy to lick the redhead's toes. This woman had gotten a sample of the bimbo serum somehow, but hadn't replicated the formula. Frank came up with it. It was complex. Something revolutionary. And I was not about to let this bitch have it. It was my husbands. We would profit from it. My fingers squeezed harder at the surge of anger, my tongue jamming deep into her asshole. If I tongued her, I would be less likely to say something and give away my ruse. My pussy clenched again. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to rub my pussy to orgasm. That would take away some of the anxiety. “Oh, yes, you are such a good ass-licker. Oh, I want to keep you. Maybe after your husband is destitute, he'll sell you to me. Mmm, then you'll be my bimbo slave like Annalee. I'll make sure you're happy by letting you lick my ass everyday.” Fear and anger spiked through me. In a bubbly tone, I gasped, “Oh, no, Frank loves me. He won't trade me for anything in the world. Not for a million-billion dollars. He would always keep me.” “Well, I do need that bimbo serum from him. If he doesn't love you...” She shuddered. “Yes, jam that tongue back into my asshole. And finger my pussy. Make me cum again. I'm going to use you so hard.” I moved my right hand from her ass, trailing it down the curve of her cheek and reaching between her thighs. I rubbed her shaved cunt, caressing her plump vulva and thick pussy lips. Then I plunged into her depths, feeling her heat constricting about my fingers. I plunged them in and out rapidly, stirring her up, making her shudder and moan as I tongued her asshole. Her sphincter clenched about my tongue as she moaned. Her pussy was so hot and silky. My own cunt burned. I wanted to touch myself so badly. My bimbo body didn't care about anything but being pleasured. If I didn't have the intelligence serum bubbling through my veins, I would be so happy right now, just glad to give her pleasure. Bimbos were such happy, loving creatures. This horrid woman couldn't be in control of the formula. I fingered her faster and faster, plunging over and over into her depths. She shuddered, her pussy clenching hard on my fingers. She moaned, her hips wiggling from side-to-side. Her juices dribbled down my wrist. I could smell her tart pussy over the sour, exciting musk of her ass. “Oh, yes, you disgusting whore. Oh, you're so dirty. Just devouring my ass. Oh, you love it.” “Yes, Mistress,” I moaned again, keeping my voice bubbly and happy. “And your pussykitty feels so hungry. It needs a nice, big cock to fuck.” “Never!” she hissed, her cunt clamping down on my digits. “Men are filthy. They only make you into a disgusting, dirty thing. And you don't want to be dirty.” Men were wonderful. Far better than this dyke-bitch. “No, Mistress,” I gasped, my two fingers curling, searching for her G-spot. “I want to be so clean. You made me clean with your pussy juices.” “Right,” she shuddered as I tongued her asshole again. Despite how much I hated this woman, her ass tasted wonderful. I jammed my tongue into her sphincter, swirling around as she bucked and shuddered. And then she convulsed hard. Her moans echoed through the room. I shivered, my pussy clenching in envy as her cunt spasmed on my fingers. I massaged her G-spot, her asshole clenching so hard on my tongue as she screamed out her bliss. She bucked against the table, grunting, groaning. And then she let out a satisfied moan as her orgasm peaked. “Mmm, that was good,” she purred. “You can stop, for now.” “May I play with my pussykitty?” I moaned, squeezing my thighs together as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. My bimbo body made me so damned horny that even though I was scared I was also so turned on. “Pretty please with yummy sugar on top. My pussykitty needs to be petted so badly!” “No,” the woman said, something haughty in her tone. I hated her. “Annalee, come here,” the woman said, turning around, her black hair spilling about her tan face. She was in great shape, almost as hot as a bimbo. Could I reach my purse? The other syringe in there contained bimbo serum. If I could inject her... “Yes, Mistress?” Annalee said, the blonde bimbo crawling across the floor to her. “Present that ass. I need to make sure you always stay a bimbo.” “Of course, Mistress. I'm such a goody two shoes bimbo.” My stomach twisted as I watched Annalee's large breasts sway, her blue eyes wide and empty of any thoughts. She had a huge smile on her face. Then she turned around, wiggling her ass at her mistress, a hairless pussy dripping between her legs. The woman injected the syringe into Annalee's ass and depressed the syringe. The bimbo gasped. Her eyes widening. She shook as the serum took effect. I caught her gaze, my heart beating so fast as I witness thoughts blossom to life in those blue depths. The smile fell from her lips. Her eyes blinked. “There, now you will be my sexy slave.” Anger crossed Annalee's face. “Now go fetch the strap-on so I can fuck our new slave's ass. Hurry, Annalee.” My heart beat faster. Would Annalee blow the ruse? I had to get to that syringe. It was my only hope. I opened my eyes wide, pleading with her without words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc. “Yes, Mistress,” purred Annalee. I didn't even glance at the bimbo as she stood up and walked into my office, passing my executive assistant Melissa as she lounged naked against the door. The redhead's hungry eyes followed Annalee. Melissa was eager to take more pleasure from the bimbo. But I was eager to play with Alice. She was so new. And that disgusting Frank's wife. I would return his bimbo with all sorts of naughty programming. I would tell her so many things that would make Frank's life miserable. Alice was so dumb she believed I had enchanted her. Bimbos were so susceptible to suggestion. Alice wouldn't even remember what I looked like once I was out of sight because of my “spell.” I shivered, my body buzzing with pleasure. I licked my lips, seeing her squirming, her red hair spilling down to those big, lush tits. She was wasted on a man. “I'm going to fuck your ass so hard,” I groaned. “I'm going to pound you into jelly.” “Yay!” the bimbo cheered. “I love being fucked in the ass. It's special-wecial.” She turned, wiggling it at me, looking over her shoulder with such delight in her green eyes. “The strap-on, Mistress,” Annalee said, thrusting the harness and thick, black dildo at me. She sounded a little sullen. Was she jealous of the attention I was heaping on Alice? Oh, that added so many naughty possibilities. I could drive Annalee wild, make her so desperate for my attention, just begging to lick my pussy, to get the antidote to the “poison” in her body. I loved degrading my former rival on my company's board. “You know how to put it on me,” I said in a huff. “Come on, Annalee. Why do I even still own you? Alice is a much better bimbo.” “What are you doing?” Melissa suddenly asked. Anger flared through me. I turned to reprimand my executive assistant—she should know better than to question me—when I froze in shock. Annalee had grabbed the syringe of the bimbo serum that was half-sticking out of Alice's purse, pulled out when I grabbed her phone when Frank called. I blinked in shock as Annalee thrust the syringe at me. “Annalee!” I gasped, seeing the anger twisting the bimbo's face. There was no submission. There was no docile acceptance. It hit me right before the syringe pierced into my thigh. Alice had tricked me. The second chemical wasn't a serum to keep a bimbo looking hot and sexy. It was something else. The cold serum flooded through my thighs. The chemical that would turn me into a docile idiot. An airhead. I glanced down at Alice. Such triumph burned across her face. “That's right,” the redhead grinned, her airhead, bubbly joy vanished, her green eyes smoldering. “A bimbo doesn't have to be an airhead with the right injection.” “Please,” I gasped, heat spreading through my body from where Annalee injected me. “Please, I don't need it. I'm already hot.” I cupped my firm, round breasts. “Look at these tits. They don't need to be...” A giggle escaped my lips. The heat flushed through my body. I shook my head. “They don't need to be enhanced. Stop it.” “I can't,” Alice said, rising with grace, her big tits bouncing. I looked down at my breasts. They swelled in my hand. They grew bigger and bigger, the pillowy flesh spilling about my fingers. I shivered. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to be a bimbo. I was supposed to control it. To have my own harem and... I giggled. “What's so funny?” Alice asked as my tits were almost as big as hers. And they kept growing. “Harem,” I said. “Haaaareeem. It's such a funny word.” I blinked, shaking my head. The heat spread through my thoughts. It was so smothering, like a muggy day in the south. But now that mugginess felt so yummy and soft and gooey and... I squeezed my big titties, shaking them. “Look at my big titties. They're sooooo ginormous now.” “They are,” Alice nodded. “And so pretty.” I beamed at her. She was so nice. I was...supposed to be doing something. “You have to give me the bimbo serum now!” “You just took it, silly,” Alice said. “Now you're a bimbo. Isn't that amazing?” “Yes!” I giggled. I glanced at Annalee. “Look at my boobies. They're as big as yours. We're both bimbos. We're both part of my harem.” I giggled again. “Such a funny word!” “But don't you know you've been poisoned,” Annalee said, her blue eyes so wide. Fear shot through me. “Oh, no, poison is so very not good. Quick, you have to suck my wound. Get out the poison. Like a snakebite.” I turned my ass, wiggling it. “I'm afraid that doesn't work. You're going to die unless you get the antidote.” “Antidote?” Alice asked. “Oh, no.” Then my eyes widened. Something rose out of my thoughts. “It's my pussy juices. That's the annidote for your poison.” I shoved my hands down between my thighs, rubbing them through my pussy. Oh, that felt nice. I coated them with my juices then brought them to my lips. I needed the annidote. I licked them, savoring my tart flavor. I shivered. I tasted so good and yummy and wonderful. I shoved my hands between my thighs, giggling in delight as I caressed my pussy. It was so hot and wet and itchy. “That's not the antidote,” Annalee said. “My pussy is. You have to lick it once a day, slut, or you'll die.” My eyes widened. “I don't wanna die. Can I have your annidote?” “I don't know. You'd have to lick my pussy.” I fell to my knees. “Pretty pretty please with gumdrops and sugar and spice on top. Let me lick your pussy. I'm so good at it. I'll drink all your annidote and make cum. I like cumming. Don't you?” “I love it,” she moaned, leaning against the desk and spreading her legs. Behind me, the elevator dinged. I didn't care. I had to lick her pussy. I had to get my annidote. I crawled forward. She smelled so yummy so sweet. I buried my face between her thighs, licking so hard. “That's right, bitch, drink your antidote.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals Alice stood naked with three other women. She let out such a sigh of relief as I stepped out of the elevator with the DC cops and Senator Murphy. The cops froze, blinking in shock and then grinning. One of the naked women, a redhead, stood frozen in a doorway. The other, blonde with a bimbo's body, sat on a desk while a third woman, black-haired, devoured her pussy. “Such yummy delicious annidote,” the black-haired woman, clearly a bimbo, moaned. “Frank!” Alice said, racing across the room to me, her big tits bouncing. I held my arms out wide for her. She crashed into me, her arms going around her neck. She shivered and shook, tears falling down her face. And then she was kissing me. Not my lips, but anywhere she could reach. “You're safe,” I said as the DC cops didn't seem quite to know what to do. They expected a hostage rescue, not a lesbian orgy. The blonde woman only shuddered, her eyes closed. “Eat my pussy, you fucking cunt.” “Annalee?” Senator Murphy asked, walking to the desk. The blonde woman opened her eyes, hardening. “Magnolia's a little busy to plot with you, dyke. She's got her tongue up my cunt.” “What's going on?” I asked Alice as she squirmed in her arms. “I was kidnapped,” Alice said. “Yeah, I know, I spoke to the kidnapper. Is that...Magnolia...?” “She's a bimbo now,” Senator Murphy said. Then her gaze swept around the room. “Thank you, Captain. I think we have things under control here. And, of course, I would appreciate your discretion.” “Yeah, sure, Senator,” the Captain, an older cop with a pot belly stretching his blue uniform, nodded. “What about the man we have in custody downstairs?” “Leave him with my man,” Senator Murphy said. “I think this was all a misunderstanding. I'm sorry to waste your time.” “Right,” the cop said, his voice perfectly level. “Frank?” my wife asked, glancing at Senator Murphy. “She was with me when you were kidnapped,” I explained. “She's quite angry at Magnolia Savage for doing it.” “That's who kidnapped me.” Alice's green eyes were wide, recognizing the name. The CEO of Femme Allure, a makeup company. Alice used their products before she became a bimbo. “Apparently, Magnolia found out about the bimbo serum a few weeks back and contacted Senator Murphy to be her ally. Someone in our company leaked it.” “We didn't discuss kidnapping you,” Senator Murphy said, her words ice as she stared at Magnolia licking the other bimbo's pussy. “Just blocking you from selling it and ensuring her company got the rights.” I looked at Magnolia. “What happened here?” Alice explained while the blonde, Annalee Burrell, came hard on Magnolia's mouth, heaping derision on the new bimbo. But Magnolia was a bimbo now, and the woman was just eager to please Annalee, licking her cunt through all the derogatory names until she fell back on the desk with a huge, satiated smile on her lips. “We have to talk,” Senator Murphy said, her eyes critical. “I thought Magnolia was the woman to entrust the bimbo serum to.” “But now?” “I knew she was a calculating bitch, but I had no idea...” Senator Murphy looked at Alice. “I am so very sorry. I had no idea the woman had any plans at all about this. I don't even know why she did this.” “She thought you were cutting her out,” the redhead, Melissa, said. She was dressed now. “When you invited Frank to your party.” “That paranoid bitch,” Senator Murphy spat, shaking her head. She gave Magnolia, kneeling on the ground with a happy smile on her face, a hard look. “And now she's a bimbo. Permanently?” “As far as I know,” I said. Alice nodded in agreement. “And what about me?” Annalee asked. “Is this permanent? Being smart again?” “It'll wear off in six or so hours,” Alice answered. “That's as long as I've been able to make it last.” Annalee's face fell. “So I'll go back to being like her.” “Unless you get more,” I said. “You're on the Femme Allure's board, right? Senator Murphy told me about you on the ride over.” “Yes. I'm one of the founders. We were friends in college, but she grew cold. She was trying to bully me off the board because I didn't rubber stamp her decisions like the rest of the scared cows did. Which is why she turned me into a bimbo to demonstrate the serum to the rest of the board.” The blonde shivered. “Yes, that is...unfortunate,” Senator Murphy said, voice tight. “So let's have Magnolia make you the new CEO,” I grinned. “She'll do anything if you tell her to.” “It's how we came to own BT Chemicals,” Alice said. “Veronica injected herself with the serum without making sure there were no side-effects. Then she was just so happy to be our wife and give us the company.” Annalee gave us hard looks. “And what's my price to get the intelligence serum? I don't want to be a bimbo.” “Oh, it's a lot of fun with the right people,” Alice said. “But I think I know what my husband's wanting to do. BT Chemicals will buy Femme Allure from you. Your company has all the distribution contacts that our company lacks with retailers. You can get the Venus Serum in every boutique and high-end store in America.” “And Europe, parts of South America and Asia.” Annalee licked her lips. “So I stay on as CEO?” “Of course,” I grinned. Alice turned to Senator Murphy. “And I hope we can count on your support. I know how much you like bimbos. And soon, you can be open about being gay.” “This will change the world,” the lesbian senator agreed. “Women would have to be willing. This can't be abused. I won't have someone made into a bimbo against her will.” “Of course,” I nodded, smiling, seeing the lust in her blue eyes. She nodded her head. Then she glanced at Magnolia. “And what do we do with her?” “Oh, I'm keeping her,” Annalee said. “I can't wait to watch her fuck every guy I tell her to. Huh, won't that be great?” “But I'm a lezzie,” said Magnolia with a huge smile. “I like pussy and tits and more pussy.” “Are you sure? I'm a scientist, remember, and I can tell you with 100% certainty that you also like cocks. Big, thick, throbbing cocks.” “I do?” she asked, her eyes wide. Annalee looked at me, a naughty gleam in her blue eyes. “You do. So go over there and suck your first dick. I bet that will make Frank so happy. After all, he's buying your company. And you want to make him happy, don't you?” “Of course I do. And your a sciemitist. And sciemitists are always right.” Annalee laughed in delight as Magnolia crawled to me, licking her lips, eager to suck her first cock. Senator Murphy shook her head. “Enjoy, Frank. I have to talk to my driver and make sure Alice's kidnapper understands how lucky he is.” “Thanks, Senator.” “Delilah,” she said. “After all, I've fucked two of your wives. I think that puts us on first name basis.” I laughed as my zipper rasped down. Magnolia reached into my dress slacks and boxers, pulling my cock out of my boxers. I was still sticky with Donna's juices. Magnolia took a long lick up my shaft, her brown eyes widening. “Your dick taste like pussy!” she squealed and then sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could. I groaned, swaying at the sudden shock of pleasure rippling through me. I clenched my fists as my dick throbbed. It was so intense. Alice snuggled against me, her naked body pressed into my side. Her lips nuzzled against my ear as Magnolia sucked so hard. “Enjoy. She's a real cunt.” “So was Veronica, and look at how she turned out.” Alice laughed and then kissed me on the lips. I tasted tart pussy and sour ass. I groaned, loving it while Magnolia gave me an inexperienced, though enthusiastic, blowjob. She sucked and moaned, stroking my cock with her hands while she bobbed her mouth on the end. Her tongue darted at random as I moaned into my wife's lips. Alice was safe and sound. It was over before I even came to her rescue. I shouldn't have been worried. My bimbo wife was smarter than me. I held her tight as her kidnapper groaned about my cock, moaning her excitement at blowing her first one. Her passion buzzed around the tip, sending delight tingling through me. I broke the kiss, “Damn, Magnolia, you must really love cocks. You're so hungry for my cum.” “Mmm, you are, slut,” moaned Alice. “Frank and I are also both scientist, so we know a cock-hungry bimbo-whore when we see one. And you are that. You just burn to fuck and suck every cock you can.” Magnolia shuddered, sucking even harder. She squeezed her blue eyes shut, moaning with such enthusiasm about my cock. My balls churned as her hand massaged them. Her tongue swirled about the crown, driving me wild. I gripped her dark hair, my hips thrusting forward, fucking my cock in and out of those red lips, her big breasts trembling below. I savored my domination over this bimbo. She had tried to take the bimbo serum from us and failed. Just like Veronica had. “You are going to love being a bimbo-whore,” I groaned. “You're going to love your first taste of cum. I know you're excited. I can tell.” She only moaned louder, sucking so hard. “Cum in her mouth, Frank,” My wife moaned into my ear. My other hand slid down to grab her ass, pulling her tight. She humped against me, smearing her wet cunt on my dress slacks. “Just flood the whore's mouth.” “Yes,” I groaned, my balls swelling with pressure, my cum aching to explode out of me. “Do it,” Alice moaned, grinding on me. Her juices soaked through my slacks as she shuddered. “Cum in the bitch's mouth.” “Oh, yes,” Annalee moaned, shivering on the desk, rubbing her own pussy. “Make that dyke drink all your cum.” “Y-yeah,” Melissa said. “She's so horrible.” I looked down at Magnolia, her dark eyes shining up at me with such eager lust. The woman who kidnapped my wife was gone. Now there was a far better bimbo in her place. Someone who would only bring joy and happiness, and get such pleasure from it. My hand tightened in her dark hair. I groaned. I flooded her mouth. The cum pumped from my balls. My jizz spurted out of my cock into her hungry mouth. She swallowed it all, squeezing her eyes shut, savoring her first taste of a man's cum. She gulped it down with such enthusiasm, sucking hard to get every last drop. I groaned, squeezing my wife's naked ass as she ground on me harder and harder. “Yes, yes, yes,” Alice hissed into my ear, her bimbo body cumming hard, more juices soaking into my slacks. Magnolia sucked a final time, then she pulled her mouth from my cock. “Wow, that was so yummy. I don't know why I thought I was a lezzie before. You were so right, Mr. Sciemitist.” “Uh-huh,” I said as my wife shuddered against me, her ass clenching beneath my hands. “Now go back to your mistress. I'm sure she'll find more cocks for you to enjoy.” “Oh, I will,” Annalee moaned. “And you will hold your end of the bargain?” “When we see you in the morning and buy your company, you'll get another dose,” Alice said. “Let's make sure everything is final first.” Annalee smiled. “I understand. You don't trust me.” “Trust comes with time,” I shrugged as Alice put away my cock. “Now I need to get my wife back to our hotel room.” “Yes,” Alice moaned. “And keep an eye out on her.” “Oh, Melissa and I will have a long talk,” Annalee promised, glancing at the redhead. Magnolia's executive assistant paled and swallowed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals The bimbos swarmed me the moment I stepped into our hotel room. Frank had them sent there when he came to my rescue. They were all wet, fresh from the shower. After their gangbang at the party, I bet they were just filthy with cum and pussy juices. I was so sad to miss it and so glad to hear about all our new investors. With powerful Republicans and Democrats behind us in both the House and Senate, we would have no problems changing the world. People were just so horny. Sex really did make everything happen. “You're back,” Janet said, hugging me. “I was so scared,” Nicole said, her eyes wide. “Kidnapping is such a bad thingie.” “Crime,” I suggested to the former cop. “Yes, a crime-thingie. I know all about those,” she nodded. “I was a police office.” “Officer,” Frank said. “Such a funny word. Kidnapping. You're not a kid, Alice,” Becca said, pressing on my right. “Your boobs are too ginormous to be a kid.” “Uh-huh,” Veronica nodded, her eyes so serious. “You missed Frank making me preggers,” Donna said, bouncing behind Janet and Nicole. “He was the only cock that fucked my pussy all night. He kept me full of his babies.” “You might be pregnant,” Frank said. “But I'll keep fucking you until you are.” “Yippee.” And then the bimbos were pulling me through the Presidential Suite of the Ritz-Carlton to one of the bedrooms. Their hands touched me, stroked me, like they wanted to make sure I wasn't hurt or anything. And their touch felt wonderful. My body responded. The last of the stress of the night melted free. I was back with my family. Frank and all our naughty bimbo wives. They pushed me down on the bed, their bodies pressing against me, lips kissing and tongues licking. They were like a hungry pack of dogs. The sexiest, hottest dogs ever. Their hands caressed me as they licked and nuzzled my body. Becca and Janet took my feet, sucking on my toes, sending such naughty delight rippling through my body. Donna and Veronica sucked on my fat, pink nipples. They were so sensitive. The pleasure rippled through my body, making me squirm and moan. Nicole slid between my thighs, a huge grin on her face, her brown hair framing her excitement. She buried her into my wet pussy and licked. “Oh, yes,” I gasped as they sucked and licked and nibbled on my body. “Oh, you wonderful bimbos. Oh, I missed you all.” “We were soooo super-duper scared,” Becca said before she sucked on the big toe of my right foot.” “Uh-huh,” Janet moaned before her tongue licked up my sole, making me tremble. “You missed out on the bouquet!” moaned Veronica before she sucked on my nipple. “Bouquet?” I asked in confusion. “Bukakke,” Frank answered, watching us as he stripped naked. “She keeps calling it bouquet.” “So much yummy cum. Just a bouquet of it,” Veronica moaned between hard sucks on my nipple. “Oh, I know. I was looking forward to it,” I gasped, shuddering at the pleasure wreathing my body. I trembled, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was soooo good feeling them lick and tongue me. They drove me wild. Nicole's tongue wiggled deep into my pussy, swirling through my folds. I shuddered, groaning, my body heaving. Donna's lips sucked so hard on my nipple, staying attached as my breasts jiggled. Veronica's popped off, but she found it again, nipping with her teeth, her blue eyes flashing with joy. I groaned, my pussy clenching on Nicole's delightful tongue, her cute nose nuzzling my clit. I shuddered, sparks shooting through my body, meeting the wonder tingling up my legs and racing from my nipples. They were all so wonderful. So loving. I couldn't wait for the world to experience the delight of bimbos. Some men would give their bimbos the intelligent serum, or those bimbos could arrange to receive regular treatments for a cost. But so many would just be these wonderful, caring, happy creatures that just wanted to cum and make you cum. They just wanted to love and be loved. It would make the world so much nicer. So much better. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, humping against Nicole's face, my toes curling as Becca and Janet licked them. Veronica nipped my nipple again, shooting more delight through me. My body responded. I trembled in pure delight, the pleasure building and building in me. I groaned, Becca sucking as much of my breast into her mouth as possible, her tongue batting the nub, driving me wild. I shuddered again. It was all so much. I felt their love. I drank it in. And then I exploded. My orgasm burst through me. I writhed on the bed. It creaked and squeaked beneath me. I moaned and heaved, loving the bliss, drinking it in, letting it wash over me and bathe my mind with such bliss. It was rapture. I never wanted it to stop. I wanted it to keep going over and over, a never ending flood of ecstasy. It sounded wonderful. It had me heaving. I gasped and moaned, screaming out my orgasm for all the hotel to hear. And then I saw Frank as I writhed, stroking his cock, watching me with such relief in his eyes. He must have been so scared. I heaved and bucked, surrounded by our bimbos. Another orgasm shuddered through me. “Nicole,” I groaned. “You need to move, sweetie. Our husband wants to fuck me.” “Yay!” Nicole said, the lithe brunette bimbo bouncing as she moved out of the way, her tits heaving. “She's all wet and hot and yummy for you, honey.” “Thanks,” Frank said, giving her a hot kiss. Nicole shuddered, such joy bursting on her face. They all loved Frank so much. They were all so eager to please him. She grabbed his cock, pumping it while my husband savored the flavor of my pussy on her lips. Then she broke away, ushering him forward. The other bimbos pulled away, clapping and cheering, so excited for Frank to fuck me. Donna and Veronica pulled on his shoulders while Janet and Becca grabbed his cock, guiding it to my still spasming cunt, my orgasm dying. And then Frank was in me and fanned my flames. “Alice,” he groaned, my pussy spasming about his cock. “Frank,” I groaned, beaming at him as he sank all the way into my pussy. A woman's tongue was nice, but I needed a man's cock in me. My husband's. He was almost as big as a Black man, but he also knew how to fuck me with it. His was my favorite cock. I kissed him hard, tasting myself faintly on his lips. I shuddered at my spicy musk, my pussy clenching so hard on his dick as he drew back and slammed in. I moaned, humping into him, wrapping my thighs about his body. My nipples throbbed as my tits pillowed against his strong chest. His heavy balls smacked into my taint, my clit rubbing against his pubic hair and groin. He fucked me as hard as he kissed me. There was such an urgency about his motions, a desperate desire to be in me, to give me pleasure, to feel my embrace. I shared it, bucking into his thrusts, moaning into his kiss as he kept me cumming and cumming. I clutched so hard to him. Rapture washed through my mind. “Fuck her, honey,” Janet said. “Fill her with so much yummy cum,” moaned Becca. “Make her preggers, too,” Donna cheered. “Preggers,” cheered Nicole. “They are so very beautiful,” Veronica said. “Makes my pussy all hot and itch and...oh, Donna, yes pet my pussy!” The bimbos moaned around us, touching, caressing, loving each other. They squealed in delight as I shuddered on my husband's cock. The pleasure washed through my mind as I held him, his balls slamming into my taint. I spasmed about his dick, milking him. And then it happened. That wonderful moment. His cock buried into me. His cum flooded into my hungry pussy. I shuddered beneath him, gasping, moaning. My nipples rasped across his muscular chest as I convulsed, my orgasm bursting even hotter. Rapture flooded my body. Cum flooded my pussy. Our bimbos writhed about us. I kissed my husband. So glad to be safe with him. I shuddered and then I was crying. I was kidnapped tonight. I was taken. I could have been hurt. I might never have seen Frank again. He wrapped his arms about me, holding me, loving me. Making me feel safe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana “Honey,” Natasha beamed as the elevator doors to my secret penthouse beamed. She was naked, as usual. It was costing me a lot more in heating the place to make sure it was warm enough for my bimbo wife to run around naked. “Yay, you're here. I'm soooo horny.” “I bet,” I grinned. “I have a treat for you. This is Kimberley. She's our secret lesbian wife, too.” “Wow,” Natasha said as Kimberley, my new bimbo curtsy of one of Frank's product testers, darted in. I had been with her during the testing, making sure she wanted to be a bimbo. She absolutely did. She was so happy to be sexy and skinny and desirable. Kimberley darted to Natasha, hugging her hard, the pair kissing like they were lovers who had known each other forever instead of a pair of bimbos who had just met. I grinned at them, the heat rising in my pussy. “And you won't have to be my secret wives for much longer,” I said, though neither were paying attention. “It's just two months away. And then the world will change and I can show you off to them.” The Bills were already in draft, passed along by the Senators and Congressmen who also had their own bimbos at home. Some were wives, some were secretaries, and all were volunteers, eager to be as beautiful as possible. Part of me was sad about how superficial women could be trading perfect beauty for intelligence, but another part of me grinned at the two bimbos kissing before me. I wonder how many I could have? And how much longer before I gave in and took the serum myself. I had guarantees from Frank and Alice that they would keep me supplied with intelligence serum. Alice had another breakthrough. It now lasted a little more than a day. Though she said she preferred the hour version. “I just have so much fun being an airhead. You have to try it once.” Maybe I would. But until then, I had two horny women with two yummy pussies and tasty asses to lick. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals My cock throbbed as my pregnant bimbo wife sucked my cock. Five months pregnant, her belly had a delicious swell to it. I sat on the couch in our living room, Alice on my right, Veronica on my left, Becca nibbling on Alice's clit, Janet and Nicole cuddled naked on the chair, their big breasts pressed tight. On screen was Annalee, in a gorgeous business suit skirt, standing before a bank of microphones, wrapping up her press conference. The crawl at the bottom of the news report read: “CEO Annalee Burrell of Femme Allure Venus Serum Press Conference.” The picture shrank as the two anchors at the news desk began their commentary. “I think she explained that quite succinctly,” the female anchor said, a beauty pushing into her forties, her blonde hair falling around her face smooth cheeks. I could see the signs of plastic surgery keeping her looking young. “And it is just a fascinating product.” “Even with the side-effects?” her male co-anchor said. “Well, the FDA and both houses of Congress have held hearings and only a minority of them have objected, along with many feminist groups,” said the female anchor. “But polls show women are eager for this product. Already, department stores around the nation are unlocking their doors to the long lines waiting to get in. Women want the Venus Serum, side-effects and all.” Alice shifted beside me, smiling at the lines of women crowding outside stores. It was like Black Friday. We were about to become billionaires. Trillionaires. “Even noted feminist Senator Delilah Murphy is on-board,” the female reporter said. “And wasn't that brave of her to come out as a lesbian today and stand proud with her four bimbo girlfriends.” “It's happening,” Alice moaned, her voice throaty. My cock throbbed. No more obstacles. The mole who betrayed us to Magnolia was found and fired, our new friends in Congress and the FDA had ensured there were no serious opposition, and Femme Allure had millions of doses of the serum shipped to stores. It was happening. The world was changing before our very eyes. “Up next,” the female anchor said, “I try out the Venus Serum myself. You'll get to see it live on air.” “Oh, that will be interesting,” Alice panted. “Yeah,” I grunted and came into my pregnant bimbo's mouth. Donna gulped my cum down, her eyes sparkling with joy. Alice came a moment later. The news cut to commercial for the Venus Serum. Advertising had been hitting hard, showing women transforming on screen, including one of Senator Murphy's new girlfriends. The world would be far better populated by bimbos. “They're so beautiful,” Veronica giggled. “Just like me. Thank you, honey, for improvising me.” “Yes!” Alice moaned, her orgasm peaking. And then they both kissed me. The other bimbos squealed their love, moving in to swamp us in a loving pile of curvy, busty flesh. The END

I left work early that Friday night because I knew, I just knew my fourteen year old daughter Morgan and her best friend Sadie were up to no good. Boys, I thought to myself, it was definitely boys. I knew it from the way my porn DVDs and magazines were always in a different spot lately whenever I returned home on the weekends whenever Sadie would stay. They would only be slightly off but I knew. I couldn't prove anything yet but tonight I planned to catch them in the act. I said goodnight to my barmaid Cheryl, and headed to my truck. I had no idea how I would react when I got home, I couldn't really blame the poor boys when I got my hands on them. My Morgan had been developed for at least a year now, her body no longer the bean pole it once was as a child but now had nice, wide hips and just enough baby fat on her teenage body. Her breast had grown another size too, and she wasn't embarrassed to show me her 34b bra when she bought it, waiving it in my face and all when she brought it home. Sadie was the polar opposite of my Morgan. She was tall, thin with breasts that had to be a c at least. Her long blonde curls matched her fun; outgoing spirit unlike my Morgan whose dark Italian features shared her more serious, bookworm demeanor. Hell, I thought to myself, maybe they were doing each other. I chuckled at the thought and tried to shake the very sexy image out of my mind. It was wrong for me to think that way about these two girls and I knew it. But what a site it would be to see them two together! The thought made my Dick instantly stand upright against my will. It didn't seem like it would be in their character to be fucking already either, but something was up with my movies and I was going to get to the bottom of it. I turned off my lights as I pulled into the long driveway not wanting to alert any would be violators of my presence. My small cottage in the woods outside of town was perfect for my small family of two, although it felt more comfortable when my Louis was still alive. Losing her four years ago to breast cancer was hard and I certainly could use her help right about now with Morgan. All the lights in the house were out except for the living room, perhaps I was too early. Or maybe too late, they could be in the bedrooms fucking as I sat there looking stupidly at the house. I could have kicked myself! I threw the truck in park, quietly got out and shut the door, run to the house and burst through the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. There sitting on the couch with their eyes glued to the blaring smut movie was my little Morgan, quickly taking notes it seemed, and Sadie trying to deep-throat a banana. The site was almost too much to handle. Watching my baby girl watching porn and becoming interested in sex gave me so many mixed emotions. But seeing her little nipples hard through her shirt, obviously turned on, made me want to suck on her breasts right then and there. I had never thought this way about my Morgan and I knew it was wrong but man, I could teach her things that she wouldn't need to write down to remember. I turned my attention to Sadie and those luscious dick sucking lips wrapped around the banana. She was cramming that thing all the way to the back of her throat and not gagging at all! I hadn't had my dick sucked since long before Lois died and imaging her lips wrapped around my member made me all the more hard. I knew what I had to do and hoped I wouldn't regret it. Quietly, I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed my bottle of Skye vodka, some orange juice, and three glasses with ice, set them on a tray and set out to surprise the girls. They had no idea I was even there they were so fixated on the way the little teen in the movie fit that old man’s big cock in her mouth until I set the tray on the table. "Dad," Morgan cried fumbling for the remote, "I was... We were... I'm sorry." She hung her head down in shame and Sadie nervously bit the banana in half and swallowed it hard. I held my hand up to shush the girls, poured them each their first alcoholic drink with me, and gulped down a strong one while they sipped theirs cautiously. As soon as Sadie knew it was ok she downed her glass and I gave her a healthy refill. "Okay you two, we are going to play a game," Sadie began to smile and clap excitedly in her tipsy state, "truth or dare. And I want you two to be very honest with me and play the game without wimping out. Ok Morgan, truth or dare?" "Dare," she chose cautiously. "I dare you to down your drink." An easy one to start with and my girl obeyed. I refilled her cup. "Sadie?" "Hmm," she thought, "I'll take truth." "Why were you two watching my movies?" The girl looked down. "Sadie, you chose truth." "Well," she started looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes and nervously twirling her hair with her finger, "we were curious." "About what?" I probed. "You know boys and sex. We wanted to see what it looked like." What a relief. The girls were just curious. But the thought of them wanting to know about sex and seeing them sitting here almost exposed turned me on in the worst way. I know I should have left them two alone and gone to bed but I had to see how far I could take this. "Morgan, your turn. Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Did you like the movie?" "Well yea," she began, "but..." "But what?" "Does it really feel like that? Some of the girls are so loud, and some are quiet, but they seem to really like it. How does it feel?" "Well it feels different for everyone." "But it feels THAT good?" She opened up wide eyed. "No baby, it feels better." I laughed. "It's like masturbation but better. You have touched yourself haven't you?" The girl shook her head no. Sadie gave a little smile but didn't respond. "Ok Sadie, what'll it be?" "Dare!" "Have you ever been kissed?" She shook her head no in a teasing shy sort of way. "You?" I asked Morgan who also had not. "Why don't you kiss each other to try it out?" They both made disgusting faces. "Why not? You want to learn about sex don't you? All the girls do it. Watch." I turned the movie back on and skipped ahead to a scene with two girls in it to set the mood. "Come here Sadie," I patted my right knee and when she sat down I asked, "May I kiss you?" She shook her head yes, reluctantly and I softly pressed my lips on hers tasting her sweet strawberry lip gloss. Slowly I opened her mouth with my own dipping my tongue into the warm softness of her mouth. Her tongue found my own and we played for a few minutes dancing about inside our mouths. I pulled my head back and seen pure lust in Sadie’s eyes. "Come here baby," I told my little girl and patted on my other knee. She obeyed. "Can daddy kiss you sweetheart?" She nodded and without thinking I began to feverishly molest my daughter’s mouth with my own. I took turns licking Morgan’s tongue and then Sadie’s. Kissing my daughters lips and then her friends. Finally I sat back and told the girls to go sit back over on the couch. "Sit close together," I instructed. "Morgan, truth or dare?" "Truth daddy." "Did you like kissing me?" She nodded in agreement. "Ok good. Do you want kiss Sadie now, and learn all about sex first hand baby?" Another nod. "Sadie, if you want to continue I dare you to kiss Morgan." Slowly they began, Sadie grabbing Morgan’s chin and moving her closer. They softly kissed each other at first without any tongue, then to my surprise my daughter’s sweet little bit poked out of her mouth and began to play with Sadie’s mouth, pushing it open. As the girls kissed I rubbed my cock through my pants and watched. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would have seen this sight. "How does this feel?" I asked nearly breathless. Good they both responded passionately. "Morgan, take off Sadie’s shirt, then Sadie I want you to help Morgan with her own." The girls obeyed and clumsily got each other out of their pajama tops. To my surprise neither had a bra on. Morgan was quick to cover up her tits while Sadie let me stare in awe over her perky breasts. "Morgan, baby, let daddy see you too." Slowly she removed her hands and exposed her awesome little mounds. They were still growing, and were just at that small mountainous shaped peak off her chest. I nearly drooled at the thought of teasing each of their rosy nipples. "This time while you kiss I want you to rub your boobs together. Then when it starts to feel good pinch each other’s nipples." The girls began again, lips on lips, tongue on tongue and now hands on breasts kneading, pinching, and playing. "That's it girls, yea." I heard myself saying beyond turned on. "Morgan I dare you to suck on Sadie’s tits." Without a word she moved her head down and began to lick her friend’s hard nipple. "Like this daddy?" She asked in between flicks of her tongue. "Let me show you baby." I went over and kneeled by Morgan and scooped her breast into my hand. I began to suck on her softly at first and when I didn't get the reaction I was looking for I sucked harder, my tongue wildly flicking at her hard little nipples, and my teeth nibbling on her flesh. Finally she began to moan, and I knew she was mimicking me and doing the same thing to Sadie by the blondes responses. They were in complete ecstasy but I needed to push them further. "Truth Sadie. Did you like sucking on that banana?" She nodded. "Do you want to suck on me? I taste better." The girls moved to either side to give me room to sit down in-between them. I pulled down my pants, leaving on my boxers and motioned for them to do the same. With just their undies on all of us got comfortable on the couch. We took turns kissing each other; sometimes all three of our tongues would touch sending chills up my spine and electricity to my dick. I grabbed Sadie’s hand and put it over my cock that was still covered by fabric. Instinctively she started to massage my hard rod and I grabbed her head and began to kiss her madly. She pulled my boxers down exposing me and I pushed her head gently toward my dick, forgetting about my daughter for the moment. I watched Sadie as she studied my cock, her hand slowly moving up and down my shaft curiously. "That's it Sadie. Now give it a kiss baby. Right on the tip. And let your mouth do the work. Lick it, kiss it, suck it, and squeeze it how you want." The blonde leaned down, her breasts rubbing on my thigh and began by kissing my tip, then licking it up and down and around. The wet warmth of her tongue touching me made my balls tight with excitement. “Oh, sweetie, that feels amazing.” I told the girl, leaning back and closing my eyes. When she took the whole thing in her mouth and slowly started bobbing up down as deep as she could I began to moan. Her mouth was like a suction, and the girl was taking all of my 7 inches in without gagging, stretching her jay so she wouldn’t scrape. I was amazed at the talent this little teen already had, she even knew how to slurp on it is a sexy manner. It was then that Morgan stopped watching her friend suck her daddy’s cock and began to kiss me again. I played with her tits, rolling her pink nipples between my thumb and index finger, as we enjoyed each other’s mouths, and Sadie kept blowing me. "Daddy," Morgan gasped, "I want to suck you too." I was in heaven. "If you're sure baby, you can play with my cock all you want." And boy did she. My baby sucking my cock was one of the most amazing things I had ever felt. The girls took turns sucking on me, kissing each other and coming up to kiss me. Eventually my hands began to run down their backs, around their thighs, and over their wet little panties. The girls squirmed and opened up their legs wider to let me explore. "I'm about to cum." I moaned. "Keep going Sadie, keep going and I'm going to cum in your mouth. If you want to share it, Morgan, I want you to kiss Sadie. Ok baby, keep sucking just like that, yea... Oh..." And with that I began to shoot my load in Sadie’s mouth. Morgan was right there and when I was all done they began to swap spit and my cum between each other. I smiled at both of them as they swallowed my seed. "Do you girls want to feel good now?" I asked with a grin. “Come sit right here." I got up and the girls scooted closer together. One by one, I spread their legs open and got the intense sweet aroma of their young virgin cunts. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked again, and when they both said yes I went to town first licking each of their pussies over their panties. They wiggled and giggled at first, uneasy and nervous but wanting. I helped them both strip off their underwear and I began my feast with Morgan. I couldn't wait to eat my little girls slit and when I licked it from top to bottom she squealed in pleasure. I began to rub Sadie’s pussy while I licked the soft folds of Morgan, kissing my daughters pink parts, feeling her squirm in mouth. I moved up and began to suck her clit. "Oh daddy, that feels so good!" She cried. It drove me crazy to hear my daughter in such pleasure and I brought my tongue down to her hole and tried to jam it in. "Yes daddy, ooh!" She was so sweet and juicy I wanted to hit her center and pressed my tongue in as far as I could. I looked up to find that not only was my daughter being tongue fucked by me, but Sadie was also sucking on her little hard nipples. I decided to surprise Sadie and began licking her up down, swirling my tongue around her hole and clit as I feasted on her juices. "Come here sweetie," I said to Morgan and swung Sadie’s hips around so she was laying on the couch at a longer slant. "I want you to get up on the arm of the couch and scoot down far enough to be over Sadie’s face. Sadie I want you to lick Morgan’s pussy, ok?" She nodded. It took a few minutes for the girls to get situated but once they did it was a hell of a show seeing my little girl getting licked by her beautiful friend. Seeing my girls head thrown back and hearing her moaning made me dive back into Sadie’s sweet snatch. This time I used my fingers to spread her lips wide before licking and sucking on her wet cunt. I spread open her hole and stuffed my tongue in as far as I could and licked around the opening driving her wild. I careful stuck my finger in her as far as I could go without puncturing her cherry and began to finger fuck her tight young hole while sucking her pink hard clit. "Do you want to go any farther?" I asked the girls driven by ecstasy. I tested, not wanting to do anything they would regret. I knew that anyone who found out would think this was wrong on many levels. “If you do, it has to be our little secret game.” "I will if Morgan will too." She replied nervously. "I want you to take my virginity daddy." Morgan said. "Ok, let’s go up to my bed ok." The girls raced upstairs giggling to themselves. What have I gotten myself into, I thought. Hurrying after. When I reached the top the girls were already in bed. Seeing their naked young bodies curled up just waiting for my cock was enough to drive me mad with excitement. I found my way in between them and laid down on my back. "Morgan, suck my cock some more princess and Sadie come sit up her on my face." The girls did as I asked, and I was able to stretch Sadie's tight hole with my fingers while munching that beautiful pussy. When the girl was gushing with her natural wetness and her whimpering became more intense I knew it was time. "Ok sweetie, if you want my cock all you have to do is climb up and sit on it." Slowly the girl mounted me as Morgan gave her just enough room, yet was still able to suck her friend’s tits. She grabbed my dick with her hand and ran it over her pussy trying to find her hole. “That’s it baby, that’s it!” I heard myself saying. Once it was positioned I pushed my hips up slightly to get the very tip in her tight slot. She gasped in pleasure. "All you gotta do now baby is sit down on it. It'll feel uncomfortable at first but it will get way better." Slowly the girl lowered herself onto me then brought herself up, riding just the tip of my cock. Her soft warm slot was perfectly tight and fit my dick like a glove. She was moaning wildly in excitement when suddenly, and without control, I grabbed her hips and forced my way into her guarded chamber breaking her seal. "Oww," she gasped and then she began to moan "mmm yea" again as she started to ride my cock all by herself. My dick was being swallowed by her cunt as if it was tailor made. Her pussy was milking me and I knew that it was hitting all of her sweet spots as it scraped up against her pussy walls by the way she was wiggling her hips around and crying out uncontrollably. "You're so big, Mr. Allen, you feel so good filling me all up..." The girl managed to make a sentence in between hard gasps. I could sense Morgan’s anticipation and knew she wanted her turn. I lifted Sadie off of my dick and had Morgan climb on top. "You know I love you right baby?" I asked wanting to be sure this is what she wanted. "I love you too, don't worry I want this. Sadie and I have talked about doing this with you for months now." I was totally shocked, but the feel of my little girl’s pussy grinding on my dick brought me back to reality in a flash. My baby leaned down to kiss me and I felt Sadie guide my dick to my daughter’s tight opening teasing her virgin cunt with my warmth. As Morgan kissed me she lowered herself and my dick pushed its way into her hole. She was moaning into my mouth when I felt the weight of my daughter fall back onto my cock. I felt myself break her virgin seal and was almost feeling guilty when my baby began to move herself up and down my cock. The extra heat from the blood made it more intense and I almost came but stopped myself just in time. I wanted to make the girls cum first and I want going to stop until I succeeded. I lifted Morgan off of me and turned her so she was on her knees, doggy style. I told Sadie to lay down under Morgan so the two girls could eat each other out 69 style. Morgan’s ass was in the air near me and I gave her a few light taps and shook her meaty flesh around with me hands. While Sadie sucked Morgan’s clit, I began to molest her opening with my dick making my baby push back on me, clearly in need of it in her. That's when I gave it to her good, nearly splitting her juicy cunt in half with my cock. Her pussy tightened around me as I continued at the same speed, my balls smacking against her ass with every stroke. “Ooh Morgan, you’re so tight baby. Mm, you feel good all over my cock. Do I feel good too baby?” I was spreading her ass cheeks so I could go deeper into her. “Yea daddy. Ooh…” She wailed. “That’s it baby,” I coaxed her as she fucked me back, pushing her ass against my cock. “Suck her clit good now Sadie, lick her sweet pussy too Morgan.” I pushed Morgan’s back slightly so she would pay attention to her friends slit. It didn’t take long after that. Once Morgan tasted Sadie’s salty sweetness while my cock was being rammed into her gripping hole, she was about to peak. "Mmm... Daddy... I... Something is happening.... Mm mm.... Aaaaaa.... Yea..." My baby erupted all over my cock, squeezing her first orgasm all over me. “Good girl, baby,” I told her, slowly fucking her pulsating cunt while her body shook uncontrollably. “You did so good princess, did you like the way that felt?” “M-hm!” She smiled. “That was amazing!” “Get on up her Sadie, I’m wanna make you scream too baby.” I needed to feel Sadie orgasm too, so I had Morgan stay where she was and Sadie climb on top so I could enter both of them. This way Sadie would be spread nice and wide for me. I began to fuck her silky pussy and as I did, her clit would rub against my daughters ass and her nipples would brush Morgan’s back causing Sadie to moan and even screech with absolute pleasure. She began to kiss and lick Morgan’s neck and back, giving caressing kisses to heighten her own pleasure. In this position Sadie couldn’t do much except enjoy the ride and I was giving her pussy one hell of one. I knew she was getting ready to cum because her pussy was squeezing my dick with all of its might, and when the moment finally happened Sadie’s body collapsed onto Morgan’s as her body trembled with orgasm. “Uh, oh, mmm… yea… mmm…Ooh yea…” The child cried out as I continued to rock around inside her. There was no way I could hold out any longer and as Sadie finished I pulled my dick out of her pussy and pushed it deep inside my daughter where it began to spurt my semen out in powerful juts. Satisfied, we were all about to collapse onto the bed when Sadie did the most amazing thing, she began to lick my cum as it dripped out of my daughters cunt! Then she curled up in one of my arms, and with Morgan in my other one, we fell asleep together the same way we would for many weekends to come.

What Mommy Doesn’t Know Will Fuck Her NOTE 1: A special thanks goes to Estragon for his copy editing work! What Mommy Doesn’t Know Will Fuck Her Until I read stories on Literotica, I had no idea how many sons had fantasies...or sometimes realities...of having sex with their Mother. I mean, it is not really a conversation one has with their buddies. Imagine this: "Dude, you know who I would really like to fuck?" "Anyone who moves, I imagine." "True. But do you know who my most constant late night focus of my daily stroke-fest sessions?" "Beth, the head cheerleader?" "She's in the top five, no doubt." "Well, who would be number one then?" "Promise you won't judge?" "No." "Seriously, this is really embarrassing." "Fine, I promise not to ridicule you too bad." "My Mom." "That's not so bad. I was expecting Big Bertha or Old Woman Burgess. First, your Mom is ridiculously hot and second I have stroked about my Mom many times." "You have?" "Of course, and my Mom is nowhere as hot as your Mom." "So it doesn't make me a freak?" "Oh it makes you a freak all right. A perverted little freak. But hey, at our age, every guy is a perverted little freak. Christ, even Hamlet supposedly had a thing with his Mother." ...... Anyway, the point is simple. The older I got the more obsessed I became with the thought of sleeping with my Mother. My fantasies shifted from cheerleaders and hot blondes to my forty-three year old blue-eyed, chestnut-brown-haired Mother. She didn't help any either. She was a real estate agent and always dressed-up in skirts and heels. Both of which had become fetishes of mine, probably because I grew up seeing them on the hottest woman I knew. I was a sixteen when I started giving my Mom foot massages after a day at work. She always kept on her stockings and my cock always rose when her stocking-clad legs were on my lap. She had to have known what it did to me, but she never let on and it never went any further then a son giving his Mother a gentle foot massage. She also knew she was still hot. She flirted with my friends and loved the compliments my friends threw at her. She was a MILF and she knew it, and she revelled in it. That said, I never thought I would have the chance to do more than just her feet...and then Halloween occurred. Every Halloween my parents got dressed up as a sweet couple and went to some big party. Every year you could see their excitement for the big day. Mom's creative juices always came alive for Halloween too. She always designed and made the costumes, often starting months in advance. I can't recall all the outfits but do remember a few: Bonnie and Clyde with Mom dressed as a very hot flapper girl (Mom looked stunning in fishnets and the cute bob haircut), Fred and Wilma Flintstone, which had my dick thinking Bam Bam all night (to this day I still have a photo of Mom as Wilma hidden under my bed for stroke sessions), her fifties theme icons, Marilyn Monroe and James Dean (which I also have a picture of hidden for play time), and last year she was Princess Leia while Dad was Luke Skywalker (that kept my light-sabre erect for months). This year they were going as Beauty and the Beast. As always, Mom refused to reveal her costume until Halloween Eve. Now I have always been a believer in destiny or fate. And it could only have been through destiny that the dominos would have fallen the way they did...giving me the perfect opportunity to fuck my Mother. First off, my Dad phoned at five o'clock to tell Mom that due to late bargaining (my Dad is a high powered mediator...the guy you hire to end long standing feuds), he wasn't going to make it home in time, although he might get in late enough to meet her at the party. Mom was furious, because this was a night she always looked forward to, and had put hours upon hours into making the costumes perfect. Although clearly mad at Dad, she still planned to go to the party. A couple of hours later, Mom came downstairs in her Belle costume. My cock was instantly stiff. I have always secretly thought Belle was the hottest cartoon character, in the same way I think Betty is easily the hottest Archie girl. But my Mom dressed as Belle, in the blue dress, her hair exactly the same and the darkest brown pantyhose I have seen, other than Hooter's waitresses, was the sexiest moment of my young life. I did what I always seemed to do when talking to Mom. I complimented her. "Wow, Mom, you could be the real life Belle. This is your best costume yet." "You think so?" she asked, smiling and posing rather seductively. "I know so. Dad would have loved it." My Mom's smile faded. "I can't believe he ditched me, for a transportation union of all things." "I'm sure he will make it back." She shrugged, gave me a kiss on the cheek, like she always did. And she was off. All the stars lined up perfectly. Even the fact I was home in the first place was a long string of fateful moments. Now usually I go out to a Halloween party as well, but truthfully just didn't feel like it. I had been dumped a couple of weeks before by my girlfriend of eight months, Pamela, and didn't really want to see her. So I was watching “Halloween” for the umpteenth time when the phone rang. "Is your Mom still home?" dad asked. "She left an hour ago," I replied. "Shit," he swore, "was she mad?" "Think PMS time cubed and you may be close," I warned. "Double shit," he cursed, "I tried her cell and she didn't answer." I walked over to the kitchen and saw it sitting in the charger. "She wouldn't. It is being charged." "Triple shit," he swore, knowing he was indeed in deep shit. After a pause, "Well, can you leave her a note? This is going to be an all-nighter." "Shit," I repeated, which got a nervous chuckle. Mom was sexy, and caring, but you never wanted to be on her bad side. "I better get her some flowers," he rationalized. I noticed an address on a pad of paper in my Mom's handwriting and assumed that was where she was headed. "Better be a whole garden. This year’s costumes were her best yet." We said our goodbyes and I returned to watching TV. About ten minutes later, a light bulb in my head flickered. A few seconds later the light bulb shoned bright as the sun. I went upstairs into my parents’ room. Lying on the bed was Dad's Beast costume. I put it on and was shocked at how comfortable the costume was. My Mom had thought of everything as it even had two battery-powered mini-fans in it to keep you cool. I also noticed that she had created a velcro opening at the privates, so you could rake a piss without completely taking off the costume. I looked in the mirror. No one would have a clue it was me. I was the same height as my father; I had the same blue eyes as my father; and I had the same voice as my father. I went downstairs, grabbed the address, jumped into Dad's Mercedes and drove to the party. I arrived at the party a few minutes after eleven and was met at the door by my Mom's best friend Gloria, dressed in a Snow White costume. Her face brightened when she saw me. In her usual giddy voice, she said, "Thank God, you are here Ted, Alexis is really mad at you." "I know," I acknowledged, "That's why I hightailed it here." "She's had a few glasses of wine and you know how she gets when she gets into her wine," she warned me. Thinking about the few times I have seen my Mom intoxicated, usually on New Year's Eve, I recall my Mom bring extra touchy feely and very flirty, even with me. The sexual innuendo isn’t remotely subtle. I responded, vaguely, "Tell me about it." Gloria, another of my MILF stroke fantasies, took my hand and led me into her house and downstairs into her party room. There were a dozen people there, all people I recognized from many of my parents’ gatherings. It also seemed to be a Disney Princess themed party. The dark skinned Elma, who worked in real estate with my Mom, was ridiculously hot, dressed as Mulan. Mom's assistant, the chunky, but very pretty Cassidy, was wearing a too-tight Cinderella costume, but the blonde wig really brought out her blue eyes and dimples. The wife of Dad's partner, a trophy wife twenty years younger than him, was dressed as Ariel with mermaid legs and everything. Her vibrant red hair and hypnotic green eyes stood out even more in her mermaid costume. My dick was so stiff I desperately wanted to give it attention. My Dad's best friend's wife, Katie, six months pregnant, was dressed as Sleeping Beauty. She looked incredibly uncomfortable in the ill-fitting costume. Wearing the always hot Jasmine outfit was my Mom's old college roommate, the big-busted high school teacher, Ellie. Whenever Mom and her got together they were incredibly touchy feely and I had many stroke fantasies of them in college munching on each other's cunts. When they are together they talked like drunken sailors and hint at a time when they were really crazy. Right now, my Mom, still in her fucking hot Belle costume, was sitting on Ellie's lap and giggling drunkenly. Her face was flushed in the same way Pamela was when she was horny from me fingering, licking or fucking her pussy. I couldn't see Ellie's hand and I wondered hopefully that my sick imagination was right. Just then one more girl walked in from the bathroom. My mouth dropped. It was our locally famous weather girl Miranda Collington. Dressed as Jessica Rabbit, who I don't think is a Disney princess, but who the fuck cares. Dressed in black thigh highs and I think five inch pumps, I looked at her and was weak at the knees. Miranda had been local weather girl since she was eighteen, back in 1988. She was famous for her long legs which were always, and I mean always, in pantyhose, which was pretty common in the eighties, but was incredibly rare in 2011. Like my Mother, she was a constant focus of my stroke sessions. Distracted by the sight of Miranda, I barely noticed when Gloria announced my arrival. "Look who has graced us with his presence." Everyone looked up and I was greeted warmly. My Mom got off the gorgeous Ellie and staggered towards me. She fell into me and hugged me tight. She slurred slightly, "You made it, honey." Attempting to sound just like my Father, I replied slyly, "Baby, I never planned to miss this." She grabbed my hand and whispered into my ear, "You are soooooo lucky you showed up, Ellie has me so fucking horny." My cock flinched at hearing my MILF Mother talking so slutty and confirming a long held assumption and stroke fantasy. Pushing the envelope, I asked, "How did she get you so horny, honey?" Mom just shrugged. Stunned by Mom's forwardness, I asked, "So what is the plan now?" Before my Mom could answer, with so many nasty possibilities spinning in my head, Gloria announced, "Charades time." My Mom smiled and said, "I guess your blow-job will have to wait." She gave a quick subtle squeeze of my already stiff and eager cock and wiggled away. My Mom sat back with Ellie and padded the couch implying I should join her. I obeyed, like an obedient puppy dog, sitting beside my Mom, who was back on Ellie's lap. I hummed and hawed whether I should put my hand on my Mom's silk stocking legs. The decision was made for me a minute later when Mom grabbed my hand and put it on her nylon leg. I had touched and massaged her nylon feet many times, always fantasizing of my hands being on her thighs and now it was happening. I just sat back and enjoyed the moment. The game started and it was couples. I vaguely watched as the other couples acted things out. When it was our turn, Gloria called me up and handed me a card, I looked at it. Mine was a quote: ‘two heads are better than one.’ I was happy to get an easy one. As soon as my time began I went to work and Mom quickly got it right. My Mom slyly added, her tone dripping in sexual innuendo, "I always thought two, even three, heads were better than one." Everyone laughed and Mom winked at me. The wink and hearing my Mother use such innuendo, made me want her even more. Ellie got up to go to the washroom and I sat back down beside my Mommy princess and she repositioned herself in such a way that she was leaning on me at an angle that completely hid what she was about to do. She slipped her hand inside my costume and fished my cock out of my underwear. I thought I might come right then, but luckily I didn't. She gave me an odd look and said, "Interesting." I asked, suddenly nervous, "How so?" There was a long silence where my Mom seemed to space out before asking me, seemingly sincere, as she gave a solid how-do-you-do squeeze, "Did I get you that hard, Baby?" Without hesitation I confirmed, "It's all you Alexis." Her smile went wide and she began to slyly and unknowingly give her son a hand job. "Baby, your cock is so fucking hard." She kept her hand slowly playing with my cock until Ellie returned to the couch. Mom gave one last squeeze before whispering, "We aren’t done here, baby." I tried to calm down, my head spinning from the fact Mom was just playing with my cock. The next few minutes I watched others play charades and, now more confident, put my hand back on my Mom's thigh. I moved my hand up and down, gently, the touch of her pantyhose covered legs the ultimate tease. The sensual tease continued until it was Mom's turn to act. As soon as she looked at the card she laughed and gave me a wink. This led to yet another twitch down below. As soon as the time began, she made the film symbol and fell to her knees and crawled towards me. It was incredibly erotic. Once she got to me, she stood up and started dirty dancing in front of me. I was so in awe of my Mom's naughty moves I forgot we were playing a game. Her ass ground on my lap and I whimpered in pleasure. Suddenly the answer was obvious and I shouted-moaned Dirty Dancing. She stood up, squeezed my cock with her hand slyly, and flirted, "I hope you are ready for some dirty fucking, baby." One of the guys high-fived me after that comment and Mom leaned into me and whispered, "Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in a couple of minutes." My MILF Mom walked away and I took a deep breath. If I wanted, I could fuck my Mom. The majority of me was screaming 'Go for it', while my conscience reminded me she was my Mother and drunk and unaware that I was not her husband. My cock-head doing the thinking for me, I felt myself standing up and heading to the bathroom. At the door, I took one last deep breathe, one last brief hesitation, before I knocked on the door. Mom immediately opened the door and pulled me in. She smiled, making her even more beautiful and dropped to get knees. I watched, frozen in shock, while she pulled my fully-erect cock out of my the very convenient Velcro opening and took it in her mouth. While I enjoyed the best blow-job of my young life, I pondered the obvious fact that Mom thought she was sucking her husband’s cock. I tried to get my head wrapped around this stunning development, but it was very difficult with Mom’s lips wrapped around my cock. Pamela never gave me head for more than a couple of minutes, so Mom’s eager blow-job was amazing. I just watched from above as my beautiful Mom bobbed up and down on my cock, devouring my dick whole. After only a couple of minutes of constant deep-throat cocksucking, I could feel my balls bubbling, I warned, "I'm going to come soon." She took her luscious lips off my cock and smiled, "Do you want me to swallow it Baby or would you like to jerk off and shoot your cum on my face?" I couldn't believe the choice I was just given. I had come in a couple of girls’ mouths, but had never had a chance to be a part of every guy's fantasy, the porn movie finale. I mumbled like a first time teenager, worried I could have given myself away, "Can I come on your face?" She smiled, "Tell me when you are close, Baby." She took my cock back in her mouth and bopped back and forth, even with more reckless abandon than before. She sucked my cock furiously fast, seemingly desperate to get me off. It didn't take long before my balls were boiling and I moaned, "I'm gonna come soon." She took my cock out and jerked me off with her left hand. Her nasty words both shocked me and led to my final vision, "Come on, Baby, shoot that hot cum of yours all over my slutty face. Come on me, Baby, coat my face with your hot cum." I spasmed, and shot a pretty large load all over my Mom’s beautiful face. My cum landed on her hair, her forehead, her nose and her chin. Once I finished spraying her face, she took my cock back in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, my cock was still fully erect. She took my cock out of her mouth and smiled, while standing back up, "Fuck I love your cock, baby." I replied, shocking myself, "And I love your cocksucking lips." She said, "We better get back, Baby. But when I get you home you owe me a good tongue lashing." I stammered, "O-o-of course," while pushing my still erect cock into my costume. Mom asked, while trying to clean my cum from her face, "Still hard, honey. What has got into you? You’re like your old 18-year-old self." Wanting to end this conversation before she caught on to what she had just did, I answered, "You bring out the best in me, Honey," and opened the door, leaving her to finish freshening up. Returning to the party, all eyes looked at me. I went and grabbed a drink from the bar and Ellie came up behind me and whispered, "Fuck Ted, I was so close to seducing your wife." "What?" I asked, confused by the proclamation. "I am going to fuck her again one day, Ted, that is a promise," she guaranteed, before walking away and going directly to my Mom. The next hour was excruciating. All I wanted to do was get home and hopefully fuck my Mom. Instead we played bobbing for Barbie parts and actually, believe it or not, attempted to do the Thriller dance as a group, which was either damn funny or ridiculously absurd, depending on how you looked at it. Finally, my Mom, who had ignored me for the rest of the night, came over to me all flirty and asked, "So big boy, are you ready to take me home?" I briefly flinched, as big boy was the name she called me when I was young. I stammered, "L-l-let's go." She winked at me and said, "I'll meet you at the car in five." She gave my still rigid cock a squeeze and went to say her goodbyes. I did my thirty-second byes and waited outside. Each second felt like an eternity as I waited for my Mom to come and be an unknowing accomplice to incest. Finally, she arrived and instead of getting in the car, grabbed my hand-paw, and led me to the back-yard. As soon as we were in a secluded spot, she lay on the grass, lifted up her skirt and begged, "Get down here, Baby, I need to come so fucking bad and I want that expert tongue munching on my pussy.” She pulled her pantyhose apart ripping them open to reveal she was not wearing underwear, and I was now staring at my Mom’s cunt. Realizing this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I tried to make every fantasy I ever had come true. Instead of diving into her glistening shaved pussy, with a sexy trimmed patch above, even better than I ever thought it would look, I took off her heels and took her stocking-covered foot into my hand and began to give her one of my famous foot massages. After I started doing it, I worried she would realize it was her son and not her husband. She moaned, "Oh Baby, that is so nice." Instead of talking, I lifted my head off just enough so I could take her stocking-clad toes in my mouth. Something I had fantasized doing to my Mother so many times. "Oh my Baby, that feels so fucking good," my Mom purred, her breathing changing slightly. I spent a few minutes kissing, licking, nibbling and massaging my mother’s perfect silk-covered feet before I slowly moved up her leg, my tongue moving up, ever so softly, wanting this fantasy-come-true to never end. I reached her pussy, her scent giving away her excitement. My tongue grazed her clit and she involuntarily shook. She begged, "Please Baby, lick my cunt. I need to come so fucking bad." It took all my willpower to resist the temptation to bury my face in her pussy. Instead, I continued past her pussy and continued down her other leg. "Damn you, Baby, you are fucking driving me nuts," she whined. I smiled to myself and took her left foot in my hand and mouth. She moaned again and her begging turned to desperate pleading. "Please, that feels so good, you have got me sopping wet, baby. I need you so bad." No longer able to resist, I crawled between the legs of my beautiful Mother and buried my face in her pussy, as good as one could with a Beast head on. It was awkward, and slightly uncomfortable, but there was no way I was stopping licking the cunt I had fantasized for years. Her taste was heavenly and I used my abnormally wide tongue, something genetic I had got from my Father, and licked her puffy pussy lips. Her moans were loud and her body spasmed from my touch. Her juices flowed excessively like a constant stream. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she screamed, "Oh my God Baby, I fucking love your tongue. Shove your finger in, baby." I obliged her request slipping not one, but two fingers in her gaping cunt. As soon as my fingers were inside her beautifully tight cunt, she got overly animated, "Oh fuck, Baby, finger-fuck my box. Make me come all over your fingers." I pumped her pussy with two fingers while sucking and licking her clit. I felt her legs stiffen and knew her orgasm was imminent. I took my free hand and did something I saw on a porn movie last week. I slapped her clit with my hand. That was the final straw as she screamed "Yes, Baby, I'm coming, keep spanking your slut." Hearing her call herself my slut was surreally hot. I kept spanking and pumping till her orgasm finished its course. As soon as it had, she begged, "Fuck me Baby. Fuck me with that big hard cock of yours." It was like every fantasy I had ever had occurred in the same day. I quickly repositioned myself and slid my raging hard-on in her soaking wet cunt. It was heaven. Luckily, I had already come once or this would have been the shortest fantasy come true in history. She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me and pulled me deeper inside her oasis of pleasure. I leaned forward and awkwardly kissed my Mother. She shoved her tongue in my mouth for a sloppy and passionate kiss. Getting aggressive, she surprised the shit out of me when she flipped me over onto my back and straddled me. She engulfed my cock and began riding me, leaning forward so her still very impressive breasts were in my face, barely covered by the thin costume. I desperately wanted to rip her shirt off and suck on them, like I had so many years ago, but my stupid costume prevented the fantasy from becoming reality. Instead, I watched mesmerized at my gorgeous Mother riding my cock with eager enthusiasm. A few minutes of hardcore bouncing and I knew I was going to come. I mumbled through the costume, "I'm gonna come soon, Mo...." I caught myself just in time and attempted a cover, getting aggressive, “Where does my slut want my cum?” I was surprised once again when she continued riding my cock and begged, "Come in me baby, fill my cunt with your hot seed." Such nasty talk was the final straw and I exploded my cum into my perfect slut Mother, a long-lived stroke fantasy coming true. She continued riding my cock, my cum coating her pussy walls. Finally spent, she got off my cock and took me back in her mouth, cleaning my cock with her amazing lips, something no other girl had ever done. After a couple of minutes, she quit cleansing my cock and collapsed beside me. She looked into my eyes, well my costume eyes, and complimented, "You have always been an amazing lover, but tonight was a new high." “You bring out the best in me,” I slyly complimented. We lay there in silence for awhile before she suggested we head home. She left her vehicle at the party, as she was too drunk to drive and we went in my dad’s Mercedes. Half way home, I felt Mom’s hand on my leg and then fishing out my cock from my costume. I let out an involuntary moan when my cock, still hard, was released. I sped home, hoping to fuck my Mother one more time. For the remainder of the drive my Mother slowly stroked her son’s cock. Once in the garage, Mom asked, “You’re still hard, Baby, I can’t remember the last time you could get it up twice, never mind three times.” I replied, “It’s your costume, Baby, it has brought out the animal in me.” She laughed, “Now you’re being witty. What has gotten into you?” Feeling confident, “I don’t know, but I know what wants to get into you.” She giggled like a school-girl and purred, “You are such a bad boy.” “The baddest,” I confidently responded, getting out of the car and then going to the other side and picking up my Mother and carrying her in the house like the dominant man I currently felt. I carried her all the way to my parents’ bedroom and tossed her onto the king-sized bed. My Mother, clearly very horny, a strange smug smile on her face, her voice syrupy sweet, “Do you want Mommy to suck your big cock, again?” I gasped. She knew it was me. I stammered, “W-w-what do you mean?” “Oh, Curtis, did you really think I couldn’t tell the difference between my husband and son?” she asked, her voice still sexy, her hand reaching for my cock. I apologized, “I am so sorry, Mom. I didn’t come to take advantage of you. I came because you looked so upset that Dad wasn’t going to make it.” Her smile never faded as she began stroking my hard as rock cock. “Baby, don’t be sorry. I love your Dad, but he’s gone so much, and even when he is home, he can never keep up with my sex drive. But you....” She took my cock into her mouth and, unlike last time, slowly sucked my cock. She made love to my cock with her mouth, slow and gentle. It lasted a few minutes before she took my cock out of her mouth. She asked, coyly, “Do you want to see Mommy’s breasts?” “Y-y-yes,” I stammered. She slowly, seductively, pulled her small costume over her head, releasing her still firm breasts. I stared in perverse awe at my Mom’s perfect breasts. I was brought out of my sexual trance by my Mom attempting to take off my costume. “Well, son, don’t just stand there. Let’s get you out of that costume.” Through some fumbling and stumbling, I was finally free from my secret identity and now only in my underwear in front of my Mom. Suddenly self-conscious, my confidence washed away with the costume off. My Mom, maybe sensing my insecurity, built me back up, “Has my baby boy been working out lately?” In one sentence, my confidence was back. I replied, attempting to be funny, “Yeah, trying to buff up for the ladies.” She smiled, “Well, I know one lady you impressed.” Her hands pulled off my underwear. She pulled me back onto the bed and onto our lips finally touched. Soft and tentative at first, the kissing became passionate and eager. Time stood still as we kissed like two horny teenagers. Without words we collapsed onto my parent’s bed and ended up in my first ever sixty-nine. I was on my back my cock standing erect like a flagpole while my Mom straddled my face, her silk stocking-clad legs on each side of my head. Her glistening pussy lips were directly above me. I stared like one would a car crash, unable to look away. I felt my Mother’s hand getting a grip of her son’s cock and a few seconds later felt her mouth back on my cock, teasing my mushroom top. The slow rotating of her tongue around my cock was teasing heaven. I grabbed my Mother’s firm ass and pulled her down, her pussy now in my face and began licking. I savoured each lick, her sweet juice as addicting as any drug. As she got wetter, she began to get more aggressive on my cock. I lapped her juices like a man who had finally found water in a desert. I wanted to make Mommy come. I began to suck on her clit and pull it down and let it snap back. She took my cock out of her mouth and moaned, “Keep doing that Baby, Mommy loves that.” She kept her hand on my cock, but as I repeated the clit pull, her moaning began to get very loud and she got animated. “Oh yes, Baby, your making Mommy feel so goooood,” and “You are going to make Mommy come,” and finally her moans so loud that I thought she may wake the neighbours, “Fuck Curtis I’m coming. My son is making me commmmmmmmmmmmmme.” Her juices poured out of her pussy and onto my face and mouth. I continued lapping my Mom’s pussy, eager to receive every last drop of her juice. As soon as her orgasm subsided, she turned around, straddled my cock and engulfed it completely. Are eyes met and she smiled, “Do you want to suck on Mommy’s titties again, like you used to?” I moaned, her ass moving up and down on my cock, “Yes, Mommy.” She leaned forward, dropping her left breast into my mouth. I sucked on my Mom’s nipple and heard her moan from my touch. In this amazing position, my Mom fucked me forever. I moved from her left breast, to her right and back and forth while Mom continued to slowly milk my cock with her pussy. Somehow she tightened her cunt muscles around my cock, making it even tighter. She whispered, “I love fucking you, son. Your cock feels so good in my cunt. Do you like fucking Mommy?” I moaned, “I have wanted this forever, Mom. I have never felt such pleasure.” My mom smiled, “You know this is just the beginning, Baby. We are going to do so many naughty things. What do you think of Miranda?” “She is the second hottest woman I know,” I replied. “I better be the first,” she teased, beginning to ride me faster. “Mom, you are perfection personified,” I moaned. “Would you like to fuck Miranda?” my Mom asked. Surprised, I moaned, “Of course.” “She and I have been playing on the side for years,” my Mom revealed. “She is one amazing cunt muncher.” “No way,” I grunted, the revelation seemingly making my second greatest fantasy come true, not to mention the thought of my Mother as a lesbian was fucking hot. “Way,” she joked, “and she loves young cock. She can go all night long. She is like the energizer bunny, she fucks all night long.” “Oh my God,” I moaned, “I can’t believe it.” Mom began bouncing on my cock taking it completely and said, “Believe it stud. She is my little sex kitten and she will eagerly be your plaything too. Now tell me when you are close Baby, I want to taste your sweet load.” “Yes, Mommy,” I moaned. Watching her ride me like a complete slut, her breasts bouncing in sweet unison, my balls began to bubble in a few minutes and I warned, “I’m gonna come soon, Mommy.” Mom quickly got off and gobbled my cock whole, bobbing up and down clearly desperate to taste my seed. Her fast-paced bobbing was amazing and in less than a minute I was shooting my third load of the evening, the trifecta of coming: on her face, in her pussy and down her throat. Unlike most women, she swallowed my cum completely, and kept bobbing till long after the last drop had been extracted. Finally, she took my shrinking cock out of her mouth and collapsed beside me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. I whispered in her ear, “I love you, Mom.” She turned around and looked into my eyes, “Curtis, I love you too.” She kissed me again, sweet and gentle. She broke the kiss, looked back into my eyes and said, “I also love fucking you.” I chuckled, “I love fucking you too, Mom.” She let out a yawn and said, “Sorry Baby, you have fucked me to exhaustion. I need to crash. Will you stay in bed with me?” “Of course, Mom, I never want to let you go.” She turned back around and I held her tight. In a couple of minutes I heard her soft snores and I too faded into darkness knowing that everything had changed. The end... Continued in part two: What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again

The Bimbo Formula Chapter 8: Fucking the Bimbo's Ass by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Frank Donna Wilson's face went red with anger as I grinned at her. Then she giggled. I had promised to fuck her ass after injecting her with the bimbo serum. She was the tenth woman in the living room that had received the treatment. The other nine, all married, were already beginning their changes, their frumpy bodies becoming busty and beautiful. “You are not going to...” Another giggle escaped Donna's lips. She shook her head. “What is going on?” Today was the bimbo party. My wife, Alice, and I had gathered ten women, each paying $1000, to give the serum to. We needed money to expand our operations. Alice and my other three bimbo wives were entertaining the husbands at our house, the entire event recorded by GoPro cameras I left about the living room. I wanted recorded evidence of how naughty my wives were. I would spank each of their asses while watching their performance. I took the ten women to a house up the street belonging to Ryan, a former Alpha Male that had been neutered by Alice's chemical. He now stood in the corner, eyes downcast, as the women began to change. More cameras were set up in the living room to record their transformation and the orgy that would follow. Bimbo women were so horny. I hadn't expected on Donna Wilson being one of the ten. She had been my wife's supervisor when we both worked at BT Chemical. But the bitch owner of the company, Ms. Beigh, had fired us both. Now I had Donna in my grasp. It was no coincidence she was here. Ms. Beigh had learned of my chemical and wanted it for herself. A plan formed in my mind. “Oh, wow,” giggled Kimberly Carter, a blonde with a blotchy face. “It is getting so hot in here. Oh, my.” “You're growing titties,” laughed Natalie D'Angelo, a frumpy housewife wearing too tight pants allowing her fat gut to spill over it as a muffin top. Now that gut was rapidly vanishing and sexy hips were forming. She grew into those tight pants. “So are you,” Kimberly nodded. She reached out and grabbed Natalie's swelling tits through her tight top. “Wow, they're growing in my hands.” Donna Wilson shook her head as her short, black hair sprouted, growing in long, luxurious waves down a face that had resembled a pissed off bulldog but not softened into feminine beauty. She was short, but the bimbo serum addressed that, her legs lengthening in her sweat pants. They fell off her hips as they narrowed into a more feminine shape, exposing just how gorgeous those legs were now. “Mmm, you are turning hot, Donna.” “I am,” she grinned and giggled. “No, wait, I'm not happy with you. You can't fuck my ass.” “But I'm your Doctor,” I told her. “And you have to do what your doctor says, right?” Donna's now beautiful face furrowed as she tried to think. Another giggle escaped her lips. There were a lot giggles echoing through the room. The women were all admiring their new bodies, their clothing stretched by large, round breasts while pants had trouble staying up as their hips had narrowed. They were lean and sexy, a garden of hot, busty women. “I guess you're right, Doctor Frank,” she giggled. “But your a doctor of...of...chem...chemisie.” “Chemistry,” I corrected. “But I'm also your medical doctor now.” “Oh,” she nodded, her brown eyes wide. She licked her lips. “It's so hot in here.” “It is,” Kimberly said, her face no longer blotchy, her lips lush and kissable. “My big titties need to breathe.” “They do,” Natalie gasped, her eyes wide. “I didn't know titties could breathe.” She looked down at her new boobs stretching her sweater. Kimberly's hands were still on them, and the busty MILF squeezed Natalie's tits. “Yes, they do,” Kimberly giggled. “And they can't breathe through this sweater. Right, Dr. Frank?” “Right, Ladies,” I smiled. “In fact, let's everyone get naked so we can see the results.” They obeyed. My dick throbbed in my pants as ten bimbos stripped naked before me, including Donna Wilson. I knew Alice and I would enjoy getting payback with the bitch, and Donna would enjoy every minute of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice The nine men in my living room cheered as Janet pulled down my panties. I was so wet. It was exciting dancing for the men in my sexy lingerie. I had ground on Janet, and that made all there poor cocks so hard. It was so mean of us to make them hard. We would have to use our bodies to satisfy them as my husband transformed their wives. I bet Frank was so hard now, too, and those ten women would have to work so hard to relive his aching cock. I had enhanced his dick with my super smart sciency powers. “Mmm,” Janet purred as she stared up at me. My bestest friend-wife placed my panties against her face and inhaled my soaked crotch. I was so wet and hot. All these men watched us. And one was Black. I loooved Black men. Their cocks were so big and thick. The biggest cocks, even bigger than Frank's. I loved my husband and his dick, after all I was his number one bestest wife, but there was something so wonderfully naughty about a Black man's dark dick thrusting into my White pussy. It made me such a naughty wife. “Who wants her panties?” giggled Janet as she stood up. She was completely naked, her large breasts jiggling. They were bigger than my impressive tits. Her nipples pressed into my boobs, separated only by the thin cloth of my nightie. All the men wanted my panties. “Oh, no, who should I give them to?” Janet gasped, biting her lip. “You can't all have them.” “I have an idea,” giggled Becca, our third wife. The young blonde, busty bimbo had Nicole's red panties over her head, wearing it like a hat. Nicole, our cop wife, wore Becca's sky-blue panties on hers. They were both naked and grinding on each other's legs. “What?” I giggled. “Why don't you give it to the guy with the biggest cock.” My eyes widened. “Wow, that is the bestest idea, Becca. You're so smart.” Becca beamed as she ground on Nicole to the music, her blonde hair bouncing about her youthful face. She was the youngest of Frank's four wives. He was allowed to have more because Doctors could be polgummist. Polgummy was so wonderful and sweet and tasty, and always made me hungry for gummy bears. “Come on, boys,” giggled Janet. “Let's see those hard cocks. Show us how excited we made you.” “I can't believe this is happening,” one man groaned as he unzipped his pants. “What about our wives,” another man asked. “Fuck them,” a third groaned, producing a thick, throbbing dick. “They're getting their beauty treatment. They won't ever know.” “That's right,” I giggled. “Come on, show us your dicks. We love cocks. Don't we girls?” “So much,” moaned Nicole. “It's what makes us such naughty wives. We have to be spanked all the time.” “All the time,” giggled Becca. “Look at how red my ass is. I was so naughty with the delivery man.” More cocks came out. The men all sat on the couches and chairs in the living room. Their dicks all bobbed and waved before them. Most were about the same size, but two stood out, and the biggest belonged to the only Black man. My pussy clenched as I stared at the thick, throbbing slab of ebony cock. I snagged my panties from Janet. “I think we have a clear winner.” “Course it's the Black man,” a White guy groaned. I sauntered to the Black man and his big cock. His eyes were fixed on my big, bouncing tits. I brushed off my red hair from my shoulders, making sure he had an unobstructed view. His dick was so thick and hard. He was in so much pain. He needed relief. And so did my pussy. I straddled his knees, almost pressing my tits in his face as I pulled the panties down over his head. I giggled at my panties digging into his short hair, the elastic band tight about his forehead. His hands seized my thighs. “Damn, you are one sexy woman,” he groaned. “And my wife is going to be as sexy as you when the treatment is finished?” “Oh, yes,” I smiled. “She'll be sexy and horny and so eager for this cock.” “You like my cock?” he grinned. “Yes,” I moaned. “I loooove Black cocks. They're so thick and dark. They make me feel like such a naughty wife.” I giggled again. “I love being naughty. Then Frank has to spank me and discipline me.” I squirmed, my pussy growing more excited. “Have you ever given a lap dance before?” I shook my head. “What's that?” “Something every girl as hot as you should know,” he grinned, his teeth so white between his dark lips. “I should,” I gasped. “Oh, no. You need to teach me. If it is something I need to know.” A flutter of panic washed through me. Why didn't Frank every tell me that I needed to know how to give a lap dance? “What do I need to do?” “First, you need to turn around and press that fine, White ass right on my cock.” “Okay,” I groaned, turning around, his cock rubbing on my ass through the nightie. He was so thick and I loved the way he pressed the satin against my skin as I wiggled into place. “Like this?” “You don't need this.” His hands pulled off my nightie, sliding the smooth fabric up my body. My nipples tingled as they were caressed. All the excitement and sensations rushed down to my wet pussy. I groaned and wiggled as his cock pressed between the cheeks of my naked ass. His hands brushed my tits right before they popped out, big and bouncing. Then he threw my nightie to the ground. “Now I'm ready?” I asked. His hands rubbed up and down my thighs. They were so strong, and I loved how dark they were against my pale skin. “Now you just dance and grind to the music while rubbing that fine ass on my cock. That's a lap dance” “Oh, okay,” I smiled. Becca, Janet, and Nicole ground on each other, Becca sandwiched in the middle. Janet humped against Becca's ass. My bestest friend wife had her big tits rubbing into Becca's back while the men cheered. My three wives looked so hot as they danced. “You have to start dancing,” the Black man groaned. “Right, sorry,” I giggled. “I got distracted.” “You're an airhead, ain't you?” “A bimbo,” I moaned as I let the music thudding through the room guide me. I wiggled my hips and ground back into his thick cock. He pressed between the cheeks of my ass and I ground up and down on him, my big titties bouncing. “Ooh, I like this. Do you like it?” “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Your butt-cheeks are so soft around my cock.” I clenched my butt, squeezing my cheeks down on his cock as I worked my ass up and down. My asshole tingled as his cock rubbed against it. His precum beaded out of his cock, wetting my butt and lubing the way for it to slide up and down between the cheeks of my ass. His hands roamed my body. I moaned at his touch, so glad we was teaching me how to lap dance My pussy clenched and tingled as his strong, big hands caressed me. He rubbed my thighs, massaged my stomach in circles, and squeezed my big titties. “Oh, yes, I love lap-dancing,” I gasped as his dark fingers rolled my fat, pink nipples. The pleasure shot down to my pussy. I shuddered and clenched my butt-cheeks on his thick cock, humping him faster and faster. “So good.” “Damn, you are a slut,” he groaned. “You are just horny. I bet you are drenched between your thighs.” “So drenched,” I groaned as his hand slid down and pressed between my legs. “Oh, yes. Rub me there. I love having my little clitty played with.” His fingers rubbed at my clit. I gasped as the pleasure shot through me. I bucked and shuddered, my hips spasming wildly as I lap-danced. My big titties rose and bounce, slapping loudly against my chest as I jerked up. And came down right on his cock. “Oh, yes,” I gasped as my pussy impaled on his thick, Black cock. “Fuck,” he grunted. His big, thick, throbbing, ebony shaft stretched my pussy. My head tossed back, my red hair flying, as the pleasure raced through me. My pussy almost ached in pain as his dick stretched me out. He was so wide. I groaned and clenched my teeth as his cock buried all the way into my depths. “I'm stuffed so full of your big, Black cock,” I screamed out. His fingers massaging at my clit sent sparks shooting to my stuffed pussy. I bucked and groaned, continuing to lap dance as I rubbed my back into his muscular chest. My pussy clenched and spasmed as my orgasm burst through me. “Yes, yes, I'm cumming on his Black dick. Oh, yes. It's so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I lap-danced and spasmed on his thick cock. My pussy writhed about his shaft. The pleasure rippled through me. My big tits heaved as the pleasure kept swelling and swelling. His fingers rubbed hard at my clit, prolonging my bliss and keeping me cumming. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I gasped and bucked, loving every moment of his thick cock buried into my pussy. His Black dick in my White cunt. His dark hands squeezed my tit and rubbed at my clit. I was in heaven. “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “So good.” My eyes opened. Janet squealed. One of the men had moved to her and shoved his cock into her pussy from behind as she ground on Becca. My bestest friend-wife moaned and groaned, clearly in a world of bliss as she writhed between the man and Becca. “Fuck me,” gasped Janet. “Oh, yes. Use my body to satisfy your aching cock. Don't be afraid. I'm here to help. I'm such a good woman.” A frenzied moan burst from the other men. It was like they had transformed into hungry sharks, and we were their succulent prey. They pulled Nicole and Becca apart and pushed them to their knees. My wives gasped in delight as they were fucked. Becca ended up on her knees, her big titties swaying beneath her as she was pounded from behind. “Keep dancing, slut,” the Black man moaned in my ear. “Time to make me cum.” “Yes, yes,” I moaned. I leaned forward and worked my hips, sliding my pussy up and down his cock. My fading orgasm made my pussy tingle around his dick. I shuddered, loving how big felt as I slid up and down his girth. He was so thick inside of me. My pussy clenched and relaxed on him as I bounced up and down his dick. “I need a piece of the slut, too,” groaned another man. He seized my red hair and pulled my head down. I groaned as his cock slammed into my mouth. He fucked my face up and down his dick, almost hurting me as he pulled my hair. I was so helpless, trapped by his hands. It made my pussy so hot. I sucked on the man's cock as he fucked my mouth. His cock dived down my throat. I swallowed him—I was a deep-throating, bimbo cocksucker—and I tried to work my pussy up and down the Black man's dick. But it was so hard when I was bent over. “Damn,” groaned the Black man. “Fuck the slut's mouth. She loves it. Her pussy keeps clenching on my dick.” “She's a fucking whore,” grunted the man fucking my mouth. “You think our wives will be like her?” “Probably.” The Black man fucked his hips up, bouncing me on his lap as he fucked me. The chair groaned beneath him as his wonderful, hard dick slid in and out of my pussy. I groaned and shuddered, loving every minute of his dick reaming my pussy. I clamped my pussy down on his dick, loving the friction. Another orgasm burst inside of me as the two men used my body to satiate their hard cocks. I was such a naughty wife to fuck both these men. I sucked hard as the dick slammed down my throat and heavy balls smacked my lips. “What a slut,” groaned the man fucking my mouth. His salty precum stained my tongue as he pounded me. “Shit, she can take cock.” “Yes, she can.” The Black man smacked my ass. The sharp, stinging pain flooded to my pussy. I gasped and came again. My pussy spasmed about his dick. I moaned about the cock slamming down my throat as I bucked between the two men. I sucked so hard as I came. I loved it. Their two dicks sent such wonderful flutters through my body. I savored how naughty I was as my pussy massaged the Black man's thick dick. The pleasure rushed through my body, crashing into my brain. “Fuck,” the Black man groaned, adding his moans to the chorus of gasping bimbos and grunting men. The room smelled of sex. Hot pussy. Sweat. Salty cum. Becca already had cum dripping down her sides and to her big tits dangling beneath her. Janet shuddered as the man fucking her pulled out. Salty jizz leaked down her thighs. Another man took the first's place, plunging into her sloppy depths. My orgasm reached its peak. I loved it. My pussy spasmed its final time before my pleasure retreated, leaving me almost floating between the two men, drifting on a cloud of wonderful, naughty bliss. “What a slut,” groaned the Black man. “What a bimbo, fucking slut.” “Yes,” grunted the other man. His balls smacked my chin. They were so heavy with his cum. I wanted her jizz. I sucked hard. “Damn, she's a cock-hungry bitch. Shit.” Hot, salty cum flooded my mouth. I shuddered, a small orgasm rippling through my pussy as the jizz coated my tongue and mouth. I let it pool inside of my mouth, savoring how depraved and naughty it was to drink another man's cum. I was married. My pussy clenched on the Black man's thrusting dick. “Shit!” he grunted and flooded my pussy with his seed. I swallowed cum and savored the jizz filling my pussy. He pulled me down his shaft and grunted with every blast. So much hot spunk filled me. It sloshed around inside my pussy. He let go of me and I slipped off his lap, both dicks popping out of me. “Ooh, that was fun,” I panted. “Thank you for teaching me how to lap dance. It's such a fun way to fuck.” The Black man laughed hard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank I may have overestimated the aggressiveness of ten bimbo women when I told them, “You each need a dose of my cum or your transformation will end and you'll be ugly again.” “I don't want to transform back,” Kimberly moaned. “I'm so hot and...hot now.” “Look at my titties,” groaned Margaret, displaying her large, firm titties gracing her now hot, curvy body. “I can't lose them.” The sexy, naked women swarmed me. Their hands pulled off my lab coat. I groaned as they practically ripped my clothing off. Their hands rubbed my bodies and fondled my cock. They surrounded me, all pressing their big tits against me as they rubbed my body. My dick was in heaven. Three different married women grasped my dick, stroking me. My cock throbbed in their hands. This was so hot. I reached out, fondling breasts, pussy, and asses. The women giggled and cooed as they writhed against each other. Kimberly was the first to get my cock in her mouth. Her warm, wet hole sucked on my dick. Her tongue swirled and sucked hard, eager to get my cum. Natalie knelt beside her, kissing at Kimberly's cheeks as she tried to get to my cock. “Relax, ladies,” I groaned. “There's plenty of me to go around.” I had been enhanced by Alice's serum. I could fuck all night. Natalie's lips found their ways to my balls, sucking and nibbling. The other women, their horny bodies rubbing against each other, cooed and purred. Their hands went exploring, caressing each other. Donna found herself sucking on Margarete's big, dusky nipples. “That's it, ladies,” I groaned. “Explore each other. Your bodies were made to be enjoyed. Don't be shy. Good bimbos love women almost as much as men.” “Wow,” Margarete gasped. “I never knew I should love women.” “Yep,” I grinned. “You're all bisexual now. Explore, enjoy.” My dick throbbed in Kimberly's sucking mouth as the women descended into a lesbian orgy. Natalie abandoned my balls to lick her way down Kimberly's body. The married woman's mouth moaned about my dick as Natalie pressed between Kimberly's thighs and licked at her pussy. “Oh, wow, Dr. Frank, she tastes so yummy,” moaned Natalie. “I didn't know. Pussy is so sweet. Mmm, it's so juicy and delicious.” “Let me taste,” Donna pouted. She pulled Natalie's head away and kissed Natalie's pussy-stained lips. The two women fell to the ground, writhing and moaning, their big tits pressing together. Donna was on top, her ass clenching and writhing as she ground her pussy hard against Natalie's while they madly kissed. I cocked my head, watching their two pussies, both bare of any hair, rubbing together. Their vulvas were flushed red with excitement, their labia parted to reveal their wet, pink depths. Juices ran out of Donna's pussy into Natalie's as they writhed and tribbed each other. “Damn, that is hot,” I groaned as I fucked my cock deep into Kimberly's mouth. Margarete formed a daisy chain with two other women, the trio happily munching on each other's cunts. The remaining four women broke into pairs and sixty-nine. A Black woman devoured her White partner's pussy, her tongue flicking through all her folds. I was in heaven. I hoped the cameras really were recording all the hot wife action. “That's it, slut, suck my cock,” I growled as I fucked Kimberly's mouth. I grabbed her blonde hair as I pounded her perfect face. My dick pressed against the back of her throat. I wanted to bury my dick down it and feel her tight throat constrict about it. But she resisted me. I tried again. Her eyes widened, fear shining in her depths as she choked and coughed. “It's okay,” I told her. “It's all part of the procedure. Relax and swallow my cock. Good bimbos do that. Just relax.” Kimberly did, her eyes growing softer as I pressed on her throat. She swallowed and my dick slipped inside. She moaned about my shaft, her throat so tight and hot. The humming caresses shot up my cock to my balls resting on her lips. “That's it,” I grunted. “You're doing so well, slut. You're a good, bimbo wife. You're following your doctor's instruction.” She moaned and it sounded like she tried to say, “Yes, Doctor,” but I couldn't be sure. I fucked her face, holding onto her blonde hair as I watched the lesbian, bimbo orgy around me. Donna tribbed Natalie faster, my wife's former boss shuddering atop Natalie. Donna's gorgeous ass clenched as she humped and fucked the woman. I would enjoy fucking that ass. Donna owed my wife and I for all the shit she pulled when we worked for BT Chemical. I fucked Kimberly's mouth faster. My balls smacked into her chin. I loved the meaty sound. Kimberly sucked and moaned. My dick ached, my orgasm approaching. I fucked her mouth faster, eager to explode. “I'm going to cum in your mouth, slut, but you can't swallow,” I told her. “Okay?” She moaned in agreement. “Then you're going to push my cum into Donna's ass. Get your tongue in deep and get her ready for her procedure. You'll be my nurse. Okay?” Her eyes sparkled. My dick throbbed harder. My body tensed. I pulled my shaft back until only the tip remained in her mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks sinking in. The pressure pulled at my cock. I groaned and tightened my hands in her mouth. My cock erupted. Cum boiled out of my dick into her hungry mouth. Spurt after spurt flooded her. She shuddered as she drank down my jizz. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to hold it all in, but it leaked out of her mouth, dribbling down to her chin. It was such a hot sight. “Fuck,” I panted as my orgasm reached its peak. “Okay, Nurse Kimberly, administer the procedure.” Kimberly gave me a blank look. Had I used too many big words? “Shove my cum into Donna's asshole with your tongue, slut.” Comprehension dawned in Kimberly's eyes. My cock popped out of her mouth as she turned around and spread Donna's butt-cheeks. Kimberly buried her face between them, not even hesitating to tongue another woman's ass. “Oh, wow,” Donna gasped. “Dr. Frank, what is she doing to my asshole? Her tongue is going in me.” “She's lubing you to be ass-fucked,” I grinned, stroking my still hard cock. “I did promise to fuck your ass, didn't I?” “You did,” she giggled. “That's so naughty of you. You're married, Dr. Frank.” “And so is Natalie and Kimberly, and that's not stopping them.” Donna shook her head with a smile. Then she shuddered again. “Oh, Dr. Frank, her tongue. Oh, wow. She's sticking it so deep inside of me. Oh, wow. And she's pushing something into me.” “My cum.” My dick ached as I watched Kimberly work. The blonde's hips shook as she worked my cum into Donna's ass. Juices trickled down her thighs. I couldn't help reaching down and shoving a pair of my fingers into her cunt. She squeezed down on my fingers. So wet and juicy. I brought them to my lips and sucked them into my mouth. I groaned, savoring her tart flavor. I stroked my dick with my other hand, eager to fuck Donna's ass. Around me, the other bimbo wives gasped and moaned, some already cumming on their lover's mouths. “All the cum is in her, Dr. Frank,” beamed Kimberly, still holding Donna's asscheeks apart. My white jizz stained Donna's puckered sphincter. I groaned at the sight. “Very good, “I told her. “Go have fun with the other women.” “Yes, Doctor,” she beamed, licking her lips. “Ooh, I want to find another ass to lick. That was so tasty.” Kimberly went off in search of that ass to lick. I dropped behind Donna, my dick absolutely throbbing with the need to plunge it into Donna's ass. It was so delicious and curvy now. I seized her asscheeks and rubbed my cock against her sphincter. “You ready, bimbo?” I groaned. “I...” She threw a look over her shoulder, her face flushed with excitement. “Will it hurt?” “No,” I told her and thrust. Her eyes widened. She shuddered beneath me, her body writhing atop Natalie's. The hot wife beneath gasped and moaned, clearly cumming on Donna's pussy. Donna herself let out a low, throating moan as more and more of my cock, wet with Kimberly's spit, slid deeper into her bowels, lubed by my cum. “Oh, wow, Dr. Frank,” Donna groaned. “Oh, wow, that feels so...strange.” “But I bet you love it,” I growled, drawing back and slamming my cock deep into her bowels. “You love being fucked up the ass. You deserve to be fucked up the ass for all the times you tried to screw over my wife.” “Oh, no, I did,” gasped Donna, her body shuddering beneath. “Oh, wow, I was so mean to her. I got her fired.” “You did, cunt,” I groaned as her bowels clenched and relaxed on my cock, but you're making up for it right now, aren't you?” “I am,” she shuddered. “Oh, yes. You can fuck my ass, Dr. Frank. I was so mean to her. Oh, yes. So mean. Mmm, keep fucking my ass. I'm apolomagizing with it.” “Yes, yes,” I groaned. “Show me how sorry you are.” “So sorry,” she groaned, her voice throaty. “Oh, yes, I'm so very sorry. With sugar on top and everything. Oh, yes. Oh, Dr. Frank. Oh, wow. I love apolomagizing. I'm going to apolomagize to everyone this way.” “Good,” I groaned, her asshole rippling about my cock. She shuddered. “Are you cumming, slut?” “Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, bucking between me and Natalie. “Oh, yes, you're cock feels so wonderful up my ass. Do yo accept my apolomagy? Huh, do you, Dr. Frank?” “Yes, I accept your apology,” I groaned. “Keep making my cock feel wonderful. Massage it with your slutty ass.” “Yes, yes, I'm such a slut,” gasped Donna. “And a cunt!” “Ooh, yes. A hot, wet, cunt. And it's rubbing on Natalie's cunt. She's so warm and wet.” Donna bucked again, her head tossing. Her asshole kept massaging my cock as her orgasm burned through her body. “Oh, yes. I'm such a slut-cunt. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I'm a slut-cunt that apolomagizes with her ass.” “Fuck,” I groaned, slamming my dick into her asshole. Her butt-cheeks writhed as I pounded her ass. Her velvety grip caressed my cock. I groaned, slamming into her as hard as I could. She was so mean to my wife. She made Alice's work-life hell, and now she was apologizing with that sweet, tight, hot ass. “Tonight, you're going to apologize to Alice,” I growled. “How?” she gasped. “She doesn't have a cock to fuck my ass with? How can I?” “With your whorish, lying mouth,” I growled. “You tattled on her and got her fired, so you're mouth will lick her pussy until she cums.” “Oh, yes,” gasped Donna, bucking beneath me again as another orgasm burst through her bimbo body. “I will. I will apolomagize with my tongue and asshole. I'll be so sorry. I was so mean. I should make her feel wonderful for being so mean and poopie to her.” “Yes,” I grunted, my balls tightening as I imagined the bimbo between Alice's thighs, my wife grinding her face against Donna's hungry mouth. It would make my wife so happy. Alice deserved it for all the grief Donna put my wife through. “You fucking cunt will apologize to my wife and make her cum so hard.” “Yes!” Donna screamed as her orgasm spasmed through her. Her asshole clenched so hard on my dick. It was heaven. I couldn't take it any longer. I buried into her depths and erupted. Blast after blast of my cum fired from my cock, spewing into the hot, velvety grip of her asshole, basting her with my cum. “Oh, yes, I apolomagized with my ass,” cooed Donna, her face flushed and happy. “And it was so wonderful.” “Yes, it was, slut,” I grinned as I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Then I seized her hair and pulled her around. I shoved my dirty cock into her mouth. “That's it, slut. That's your ass. Taste it. Love it.” Donna moaned in delight around my cock as I searched around for the next bimbo to enjoy. I couldn't wait to sell footage of this orgy to the porn sites. It would be the sexiest hot wive video ever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice I gasped as the needle went into my ass then giggled as the cool solution flooded my butt-cheek. I shivered and then the marshmallowy, gooey happiness on my thoughts melted away and the bimbo me evaporated. “Well, well, well,” I smiled, staring down at Donna Wilson kneeling before me on our living room floor. Cum dripped out of my snatch. I had been fucked three times during the men's party while Frank enjoyed every one of the bimbo wives. I think he had more fun then me, but I had been gangbanged last week. So it was only fair that he had his fun. “I'm ready to apolomagize for being such a slut-cunt to you,” moaned Donna as her hands slid up and down my thighs. Her lips were smeared with pussy juices. All the wives were disheveled when they joined their husbands. Their husbands didn't mind. Their wives were knockout hotties now. We had our $10,000 and the seed money to start our business, but I could tell Frank had other ideas by the glint in his eyes. I stared down at Donna. “She's a spy?” I asked. “Yes,” moaned Donna. “Ms Beigh, that dried-up stick, sent me to spy on you and get your formula and trick you. Isn't that just so mean of her?” Frank nodded, then he bent down and slammed the intelligent serum into Donna's ass. The woman gasped. The fuzziness from her eyes vanished. She let out a squeak of outrage and jumped to her feet. “You fucked my ass,” she accused Frank. “And you loved every second of it,” Frank grinned. What was my husband up to? Now that I could think clearly, I struggled to come up with any ideas, but I was drawing a blank. I was good at chemistry, but it seemed like Frank had something more devious in mind. “The injection we gave you is the first step to ending the beauty process,” Frank said. “If I don't administer another serum within the hour, you'll go back to be fat, frumpy, and ugly.” Donna froze. “That's right,” I purred. “Or, you cooperate and we'll make sure you're happy and beautiful for the rest of your life.” I had no idea what Frank was doing, but I would play along. Donna didn't know the intelligence serum would wear off in an hour, then she would go back to being a bimbo without us doing anything. In fact, Frank and I had no idea how to reverse the process. Donna swallowed. She looked down at her tits. Her nipples were hard and I could see the juices trickling down her thighs. She was still horny. So was I. Bimbos were always horny, even if we had are normal faculties back. “Do you want to be fat?” I asked. “I know I don't. With your body, Donna, you could have a billionaire for a husband. You could have the hunkiest guy with the biggest cock to fuck you. Cooperate, and we'll set you up.” Donna swallowed, a shudder rippling through her body. “What do I have to do?” “How would you like to get back at Ms. Beigh?” Frank asked, holding out Donna's phone. Donna's eyes widened. She squeezed her thighs again. “Do I have to be a bimbo though?” “It's the price of beauty,” Frank shrugged. “Right, Alice?” “It's so worth it,” I purred, reaching out to squeeze her large breast and rub my thumb over her hard nipple. “Didn't you love the orgy?” Donna swallowed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ms. Beigh My private phone rang as I sat at my desk. Once again, my attempted seduction of Carmanjello had failed. My new, hunky, Black executive assistant just wanted to play hard to get. I wore my sexiest outfit, but when you were as thin as I was, almost all bones and no flesh, nothing looked good on you. But there was the possibility of Frank's chemical. I was terrified of surgery. My mother had a routine surgery and died on the operating table. It was an outpatient procedure and the doctor bungled things and killed her. I would not risk my life for just a little beauty. But a single injection that could make me into a supermodel. It was too good to be true. I grabbed my phone. Donna's number flashed. The fat bitch was reporting in. I swiped my phone, “Yes?” “Ms. Beigh,” the woman on the other end answered. Her voice was throaty and lush. “Donna?” I frowned. “Yes, Ms. Beigh. It worked. I sent you a pic. Check your email.” I grabbed my mouse and rolled it on the pad to wake up my computer. I went into the company email, I would never have given that fat bitch my personal address, and found her message. I opened it up and blinked at the picture of the lush, naked woman. My eyes widened. I could see hints of Donna in the woman's face. To prove it was Donna, she held her drivers license in one hand, the other holding the camera before a bathroom mirror. “Holy shit,” I gasped. “It worked. I need to get this chemical.” “Well, I have good news,” Donna purred. “Those idiots Frank and Alice are broke for cash. They had to mortgage their house twice and borrow from three different banks. They're about to hit bankruptcy. Today's endeavor barely lets them tread water. They can't manufacturer and market this chemical without real help.” She laughed. “So they asked me to approach you, Ms. Beigh. Can you believe it? The idiots think I'm helping them.” “I told you they were morons,” I grinned, leaning back in the chair. “They need to meet as soon as possible. They need money fast. They're desperate. I bet with a little work, you could really screw them over.” “How about tomorrow morning? Tell them to be here 9 AM sharp.” “I will,” Donna answered. “I need to go. They're waiting downstairs for the word. I'll tell them the good news.” The phone went dead. I leaned back in my chair and chortled. Frank and Alice were even dumber than I thought. I would make a fortune on this chemical. One injection that would make a woman beautiful. I could charge $10,000 an injection. It would make me a billionaire. And once I was a lush bombshell, I would have all the hot, young studs eager to fuck me. I would enjoy them and ditch them. My pussy grew wet between my thighs. I closed my eyes and fantasized about all my riches as I rubbed my cunt. To be concluded...

The Triad and the Village of Pregnant Beauties Chapter 2: Faerie Bondage By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Aoifa – Ke-Thi, Lesh-Ke Mountains, The Kingdom of Haz “Have you seen my husband?” I asked a pair of naked pregnant women, their skin that deep Hazian dusk, their dark hair falling about their faces. They both gave me horny smiles. “That big man that came with you?” “Yeah,” I nodded. Fiona and I had split up to find him. Knowing our husband, he was dick-deep in pregnant pussy right now. He was such a stud. Fiona was still prudish. She had unwound a lot, but she still resisted having fun, complaining about it instead of just embracing it. Seamus knew how to have fun. It was part of his charm, part of what I loved about him. That and his devotion to my twin sister. “Didn't he go off with Kasha and her daughter?” one of them asked the other. “Oh, yes, that vixen and her little minx snagged him,” the second nodded, envy dripping from her lips. “Oh, he is a stud. And you're husband?” I grinned. “My husband.” “And you let him wander like that? Kasha might try to keep him.” “Oh, I think my sister-wife would have issues with that,” I laughed. The first woman shuddered. “She'd probably curse Kasha into a lump of salt.” “Oh, yes,” I laughed. Fiona wouldn't. I wasn't even sure she could, but people thought the weirdest things of twinborn witches and their abilities. “So I better go find my husband before Fiona gets mad. She's so jealous.” The second woman's face paled. “Just go down the lane, pass two houses, go right and down another three on your left.” “My thanks,” I grinned at them, eyes flicking down. Their ripe bellies were so inviting. And their full breasts swayed, filled with that yummy breast milk. My mouth salivating, I went to find my husband. Maybe I could join on the fun. Though that would anger Fiona. She took our duties seriously. And now that she had identified the threat to the village, she was eager to get to solving it. Rogue faeries... I followed the directions and entered the house. Two women, one a mature beauty the other a budding girl, lay on the bed, their bodies dripping in cum, the air reeking of hot pussy and sex. I breathed it in, savoring the lingering traces of Seamus. But he wasn't here. His armor was. His sword. But not him. My stomach tightened. I nudged his chainmail with my toe then moved to the bed. Mother and daughter held each other as they slept, pregnant belly to pregnant belly. My brow furrowed as a chill ran through my blood. Faeries. I moved to the women, my hand sliding down to a long dagger strapped to my waist. My leathers creaked as I leaned over the bed, shaking the mother, Kasha. She just made a mewling sound, shifting and snuggling closer to her daughter, holding the pregnant girl tight. “Pater's cock,” I cursed. Faeries had our husband. “I see you found our husband first,” Fiona said, a biting tone to her words. “A mother and daughter?” “He's not here,” I said, straightening. Fiona gasped, bending down, touching our husband's armor. She crouched, her robes parting to reveal her bare, lower legs and soft, doe-skin shoes. She stroked the metal links of Seamus's chainmail skirt. “Spirits of Divination,” she commanded, her face so pale, blue eyes wide, “reveal the fate of my husband to me!” My skin prickled. I couldn't see the spirits, but I felt when she summoned them. We were united. Somehow, the circumstances of our birth let her manipulate the spirits that permeated the world. Our souls were connected, almost like we were once one being split into two different bodies. It made my head hurt thinking about it. If it was true, I certainly got the fun half. Her forehead furrowed. She stood, looking around, seeing things beyond my sight. “The women and our husband were put to sleep. They'll wake up soon while he was bound and taken away.” “Where?” I asked. “To Faerie,” Fiona answered, her face tightening, hand clenching. “Las's putrid cum,” I groaned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seamus – Faerie I strained at the ropes about my wrists, my muscles bulging. I pushed off against the wall behind me with my ass, bending at the waist to provide more leverage to my arms spread wide. The fibers bit into my flesh, burning, rasping. I didn't care. I growled through it. “I told you they were unbreakable,” the giggling voice said. “Ooh, but I like watching him strain,” a second voice said, an edge of delight to her words. “Look at him fight.” “Those muscles,” purred a third voice, smoky and lush. “But he might hurt himself,” the first voice said. She appeared in the room out of a flash of purple light and drifting, azure motes. She looked like a petite, blonde girl, eyes so vibrant and blue, her breasts small and topped by pink nipples. Behind her back were wings like a butterfly's, blue with red dots spotting them. They fluttered, holding her up a few inches from the ground. “Please, mighty warrior, stop straining.” “Oh, but it's fun when they hurt themselves, Cherry,” the second voice with the edge said. She appeared in a shower of red sparks, taller, her figure curvaceous, breasts large. Red hair spilled about a hungry face, green eyes sharp. Her butterfly wings were bright red with black eyes. “Blossom!” Cherry gasped, whirling on the hungry-faced faerie. “We don't want to hurt him. Right, Midnight?” “We want to play with him,” the purring, sultry voice said. The third faerie appeared. Midnight earned her name, her hair so dark, her body lithe, breasts round. Her butterfly wings were black with swallow tails. Purple whirls swirled chaotic patterns across the night of her wings. “But maybe hurting him can be part of the play.” “Yes,” Blossom grinned, her red wings fluttering. “No!” Cherry objected, stamping her foot in midair, making her small breasts jiggle. “Why hurt him? Look at him? Have you seen a human with such muscles?” “Mmm, they are delicious,” Midnight purred, fluttering closer. The swallowtails of her wings curved down, almost reaching as low as her feet. “They look like marble.” “Yes,” Cherry agreed, her blue eyes sparkling. I glared at them and heaved at the ropes again. I was a paladin of Gewin. I would not be the toy of a three faerie. I had to escape, warn my wives of what they faced in the village. Faeries were skilled in magic, tricky, the bastard offsprings of the Goddess of Crime and the God of Lust. “Please, mighty warrior,” Cherry said, fluttering to me. She reached out, running slender fingers across my chest, her touch igniting fires that rippled through my body. “Stop struggling. You cannot escape. Those are enchanted ropes.” “Yes, you are ours,” Blossom said, her words hard as she hovered closer, arms crossed beneath her large breasts. “So just surrender.” I grinned at them. “Make me.” “Oooh, a challenge,” Midnight said. She licked her lips, her hands sliding up and down her body, reaching for her hairless pussy. None of the three had hair on their pussies, bare and aroused, juices glistening on the sides. “It'll be so sweet if you surrender to us,” Cherry promised, her hands moving lower and lower down my body, tracing my muscles. I fought against the lust shooting down to my cock, but her touch was inspiring, and my dick rose to the occasion. It thrust out before me as I squirmed, swaying, drawing Cherry's blue eyes. Her wings fluttered faster as she looked down, a smile on her lips. Her hand reached my pubic hair. She slid through the fiery curls before reaching my shaft. She stroked it, her touch so delicate. My dick throbbed as she climbed it, the tip aching for her touch. I fought my groan as she stroked it, desire bleeding through me. And magic. I knew there would be magic in her touch. I steeled myself against it, drawing on my oaths to my god. I was a paladin, a divine warrior, blessed with protections. I raised my bulwarks against her magic even as my dick throbbed harder. “Doesn't that feel so good?” Cherry asked. She smiled at me. “Don't you want to be ours? We'll play with you and make you feel so good.” “I'm not your dog,” I growled. “Nor your toy.” “I think you are, Dog,” Blossom hissed. Her hands shot out, squeezing my balls. Hard. I groaned, the pain mixing with Cherry's fingers stroking pleasure across the tip of my dick. I shivered, my body bucking against mixing sensations. I yanked on the ropes, teeth clenched as the pain and pleasure mixed and swirled. Grew more exciting. Blossom smiled as she crushed my balls. I groaned, my body thrashing. Cherry's thumb rubbed circles around my tip, increasing the ecstasy flowing down my dick. It heightened the pain. And the pain heightened the pleasure. They fed on each other, making me thrash, making me want to surrender to their delights. “Bitch, free me and I will tame your cunts,” I snarled at them. “Oh, he's so bold,” Midnight purred, pressing in on the other side of Cherry. Her hands stroked my flesh, adding more delight to meet the pain. She rubbed her round breasts against my side, her pussy riding my thigh. Her shaved lips were smooth and hot, staining my skin in wet passion. “I love it.” “You'll love it more when you're on your hands and knees surrendering to my cock,” I growled, thrashing, pulling hard. Pain burned in my wrists. I was helpless, bound. And that only increased the excitement. The desire to surrender to the three of them and let them please me swelled.. But I was stubborn. I liked to please. I liked to take my women and show them ecstasy. Bending them over tables, hiking up their skirts, devouring their cunts until they begged for my cocks to fuck them. Virgins and wives. Maids and matrons. I claimed them and fucked them. “Surrender like a good dog, Slave,” Blossom hissed, her face twisting with cruel delight as she squeezed my balls hard, pain crashing into the pleasure of Cherry's stroking thumb. “Beg like a bitch for my cock, Whore,” I snarled back, grinning at her. “You'll have to do more than that!” “Because you're a warrior?” she sneered. “He is,” Cherry moaned. “Such a warrior. Oh he makes my pussy so wet.” Then the petite faerie's blue wings flapped. She launched herself up in the air, rising above me. Her legs spread wide as she fluttered her pussy right to my face. Her thighs wrapped around my neck, her hands grabbing my fiery hair. She rubbed her pussy against my face, her small tits heaving above me, her wings beating. “Eat me, mighty warrior,” she moaned. “Just make us feel good.” “So good,” Midnight purred, her hand replacing Cherry's on my cock, stroking it hard, fast, making my dick ache as Blossom continued mashing my balls. I winced at the pain while Cherry's pussy rubbed at my face. She tasted like cherries, that sweet, tart delight. Her slit was virginal tight. Her vulva so hot as she ground on my lips, humping, moaning, in such need of being licked. Their magic kept shooting through me, buried in with the pain and pleasure, assaulting my will. I clenched my hands, bucking as Midnight stroked my dick faster. Despite being squeezed and crushed, my balls boiled with cum. I ached to erupt. The stamina Fiona had enchanted me with begged for release. She enhanced me to stay hard, to keep fucking over and over, to have endurance beyond normal men. And it warred within me. Made it harder to fight them. Especially with Cherry rubbing that hot pussy on my face. She smelled so delicious. I hungered to lick her. “Please, mighty warrior, eat me. I need it.” “Yes, please her,” Midnight purred, her hand stroking faster, my dick aching, throbbing, wanting to cum. “Surrender, dog,” hissed Cherry, clenching harder. My mouth opened as I moaned. Pussy juices flowed in. They tasted so wonderful. I couldn't resist. My tongue shot out, sliding through the faerie's tight slit. Cherry gasped, her wings fluttering faster, her small breasts jiggling over me. “Yes, mighty warrior!” she moaned out in delight. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” “Mmm, that's it,” Blossom groaned. “I feel your will weakening, slave. You are strong, but that means it will be so impressive when you crumble and break. You'll be begging to wear our collar. Feel our whips.” The air hissed. I gasped as a whip cracked across my chest. Blossom squeezed my balls at the same moment pain flared across my chest. Midnight laughed, her hand stroking faster and faster at my dick, excited. “Look at that stripe,” she moaned as her hand flew on my dick. “Hit him again, Blossom.” “Yes!” I groaned into Cherry's pussy as the whip kissed my skin again. The pain flared, sharp and stinging, before sinking into the pleasure. It joined the delight flowing through me, mixing, swirling, enhancing the bliss washing through my body. I thrashed as the whip kissed me again and again. My tongue churned through Cherry's pussy as I groaned and thrashed. My mind buzzed. Dizzy waves washed across my vision as my chest and stomach burned. “Oh, yes, that's it,” groaned Cherry, her body shuddering. “Oh, you are so good at eating my pussy, mighty warrior. You are pleasing me so well. Thank you!” Shame burned through me, twisting as I kept licking her. I couldn't help my self. I groaned and bucked, coming closer and closer to cumming. Midnight must have felt it. her strokes slowed to a teasing crawl, leaving me frustrated, on the brink of erupting. CRACK! And the whip... CRACK! It kept falling. The pain swelled through me. I was a warrior. I drank it. CRACK! Embraced it. CRACK! My balls boiled, fed by the heat of her whip. CRACK! I wanted to cum. CRACK! I wanted to beg for my release. CRACK! I was so damned close. Midnight just had to stroke me faster. CRACK! Gewin's mighty cock, I wanted to cum. CRACK! But I wouldn't beg. CRACK! “Cernere's black cunt,” Blossom moaned. “Out of the way, Midnight.” Midnight released my cock. I groaned into Cherry's pussy, fighting that begging need. My body thrashed, welted and whipped, the pain pulsing with my heartbeat. I needed my release. I needed to cum. I just had to ask for it. Just had to beg like a dog. Never! I would never— Hot pussy engulfed my dick. “Yes!” Blossom groaned, surrendering first to my cock. “Oh, yes, what a cock! Mmm, this is amazing. It's so thick and big.” “Bigger than the others we took,” groaned Cherry, humping so hard against my licking tongue. “Oh, mighty warrior, make us cum.” “Explode,” Midnight panted, her thighs locked about my waist as she humped her cunt up and down my cock. I was dizzy from the pain, and the feel of her tight, hot, wet cunt sliding up and down my dick made me sway. My wrists pulled on the restraints. I growled into Cherry's pussy. My lips locked onto her clit, sucking hard as the faerie-bitched worked her hot sheath up and down my dick. Pleasure rippled through me. Her embrace was ecstasy. My abused balls boiled with cum. The friction of her tight cunt sent ecstasy shooting through my body, stoking the fires in me. I bucked, the ropes creaking while I sucked so hard on Cherry's clit. “What a cock!” howled Blossom. “Oh, Dog, you will be our slave. You will serve us. Pleasure us!” “Yes!” Cherry moaned, humping so hard against me. “I'm going to cum! I love it! You're such a stud, mighty warrior!” “A worm,” Blossom hissed even as she humped harder, slamming her pussy down my cock as she fucked me, her wings beating hard. “Fuck him,” Midnight moaned. “Cum on his dick! I want my turn on that cock!” “It's amazing!” howled Blossom. And then she came on my dick. The faerie-bitch burst with her hot passion. She erupted fast, turned on by whipping me, hurting me. Her hot flesh rippled about my cock as she worked her cunt up and down my cock. Massaging me. Pleasuring me. My balls ached. I growled about Cherry's clit. I sucked so hard on it. The pressure swelled in my balls, screaming out of control. I bucked and thrashed. Pleasure washed across my face as I yanked on the restraints holding me in place. My balls boiled. The pressure swelled and swelled. It had to explode out of me and into her cunt. It had to flood her. “Gewin's mighty cock!” My cum erupted. “Yes!” Blossom hissed. “Give us your cum, slave! You are ours, dog! Not theirs! Ours! We own you! Oh, yes!” She came harder, her pussy spasming silken delight about my dick. I groaned, thrashing, the rapture boiling my mind. Stars exploded across my vision as my body heaved. I breathed in Cherry's musk, growing lightheaded with lust. The magic surged through me, trying to enslave my will. “Mighty warrior!” Cherry howled. Her sweet, tart juices flooded my mouth. I drank her down as my cock pumped its final load of jizz into Blossom's cunt. Cherry pulled at my hair as she writhed. She ground her cumming pussy against my mouth as her sweet moans squeaked through the room. “So good! Cernere's nimble fingers, he's so good,” she moaned. “My turn,” Midnight moaned. “I need to fuck his cock.” “Yes,” Blossom grinned as she slid off my dick. “And he's still hard. He has stamina. Collect more of his cum. We have to sever his connection to them.” “Yes!” Midnight groaned. “He's so mighty,” Cherry moaned. Her thighs unwrapped from my neck. Her body fell back and floated away, her wings not even flapping. Her lithe body writhed. “So amazing. It'll be so much fun collecting his cum.” Why did they want my cum? A whip of red energy appeared, clutched in Blossom's hand. As Midnight impaled her cunt on my cock, her body stretched out horizontally before me like she laid on an unseen surface, Blossom cracked her whip. It stung across my chest, another welt adding to the red lines crisscrossing my torso. I growled through grit teeth as the pain crashed into the pleasure sliding up and down my dick. “Beg to be our dog!” Blossom laughed, her eyes wild as she drew back her whip. It was so hard to fight the pain, the pleasure. I just wanted to surrender. I squeezed my eyes shut, teeth grinding. CRACK! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fiona – Ke-Thi, Lesh-Ke Mountains, the Kingdom of Haz “We have to find the mushroom ring,” I said as I followed the red divination spirit, a type of conjuration spirit. “That's how we get into Faerie.” “And it's another...world?” Aoifa asked as she hurried beside me. “Yes, another dimension just out of sight of ours. It only touches our world at mushroom rings. It's a hidden world, something the faeries made because they're good at tricky magic.” Aoifa nodded. “Okay. Glad you paid attention to Ol' Morgana.” “One of us had to,” I said, annoyance flashing through me. Aoifa had always slipped off to find her own amusements instead of listen to the old, twinborn witch who trained me. We hurried out of the village. The red spirit bobbed before me, divining the way to the nearest mushroom ring. There had to be one nearby. Whoever these faerie were, they would want a convenient place to crossover. “Why are they doing this?” Aoifa asked. “Kidnapping the men then knocking up all the women with spriggan babies.” “Spriggans are just automatons,” I answered. “They cannot reproduce. Their cum has no seed in it. They were just vessels for the seed that fertilized the women. Whose seed, I couldn't say.” “Faerie seed?” I asked. “Faeries do have genders, right? They're not a single-sex raced.” “No, they're dual-sexed. It's possible they are pregnant with faerie babies. Maybe they are breeding an army.” “So why take the men?” Aoifa asked. My blood chilled. “Maybe...so they wouldn't fight back. Maybe they're...” I forced myself away from that line of thought. Seamus wasn't dead, he was taken. “Maybe they're slaves.” “They wouldn't...” I heard the fear in my twin's voice. Aoifa was never afraid. “No,” I said as firmly as I could muster. “They took him instead of killing him. He has to be alive. He is alive.” “Right,” Aoifa said. It took us an hour to cross the fields of wheat around the village and headed into the woods along the valley's edge. Birches rose around us, a stream gurgling out of sight. The ground grew rough. But we scrambled up it. I held the hem of my white robe, moving faster, my heart racing. Seamus was fine. We would save our husband. The conjuration spirit pressed through a grove of thick brush. I followed after, wincing at the scratching branches. On the other side was an opening, the ground littered in dead leaves. In the center grew a ring of small, brown mushrooms. Magic tingled in the air, a humming presence. “That's it?” asked Aoifa, her forehead furrowing as she stared at the ring. “It doesn't look like a portal.” “It is. I can feel it.” “Then open it,” Aoifa hissed. I nodded my head, thinking back to Ol' Morgana's lessons. I took a deep breath, remembering the spirits I needed to summon to open— “Did you hear that?” asked Aoifa. I looked up just as the brush around us exploded. Small, spindly, wooden creatures launched at us, thick dicks thrusting from their crotches as they fell upon us. I gasped in shock, their fingers grasping my robes, their weight throwing me to the ground. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aoifa My dagger thrust before me out of instinct, taking the spriggan right in the face. Cold flames erupted as the automaton fell to the ground twitching. My hand reached for the next dagger. Fiona cried out behind me, crashing to the ground. Her mouth opened to speak. A spriggan rammed a wooden dick into her mouth, hips pumping while its long fingers held my sister's auburn hair. It chittered as it fucked her, a clattering sound of wooden teeth knocking together rapidly. A sound of pleasure. I swung with my dagger, taking another spriggan in the face. It fell to the ground in a burst of cold flame. Excitement surged through me as I was swarmed by the others. They seized my leather pants, trying to haul me to the ground. I found to stay upright. When I heard about the hoard of spriggans who ravished all the women of Ke-Thi, it had made me so hot, so wet. I was eager to be fucked by them. I loved being fucked by monsters. There was something so naughty about being taken by a nonhuman creature. But my husband was kidnapped. I let out a snarl of rage, swinging at one crawling up my side. But another spriggan leaped onto my arm. The weight throwing my blow off-balanced. Fiona moaned behind me, her robes thrown open, a spriggan ramming his cock into her pussy now. She bucked on the ground, her small breasts jiggling as pleasure crossed her face. Spindly fingers shoved into the waistband of my leather pants. The black-dyed leather ripped, exposing my shaved pussy. My large breasts heaved in my leather vest as those fingers rubbed at my wet cunt. “Pussy!” the spriggan said, its voice hollow and wooden. “Pussy!” “Pussy!” moaned the others. “Cernere's black cunt,” I moaned as the spriggan brought his huge, wooden dick to my pussy and rammed it in. My knees buckled beneath the weight of the spriggans and the fiery pleasure ignited in my pussy. The hard, wooden dick dove so deep into me. It spread me open, my eyes widening. My cunt clenched down on the girth, savoring how rigid it was. This was no fleshy cock, but a dildo. A warm dildo. A living, wooden dildo. “Pater's cock,” I groaned. “Pussy!” the spriggan answered. I fell backward, carried down by the weight of the spriggans on me. I landed next to my twin sister. She writhed, the small spriggans fucking her twat and mouth. Long, thin fingers, jointed like puppets, gripped her small breast and twisted her nipples. She moaned about the wooden cock fucking her mouth, humping in pleasure. The spriggan's dick felt amazing in my pussy. “Yes,” I moaned to my twin. “It's amazing! They're going to breed us! We're going to be pregnant!” Saying those words made my pussy clench on the spriggan's dick. I couldn't help it. Lust burned through my body. I heaved and thrashed, the spriggans ripping my clothing off, shredding my leather pants and ripping open my leather vest, exposing my large tits. My pillowy mounds heaved. My nipples were so hard. Their wooden fingers gripped my breasts. Their hard cocks rubbed against my side, smearing precum across my flesh. I shuddered, my head writhing back and forth as I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck my pussy!” I growled to the spriggan reaming my cunt. “Pussy!” “Boobies!” another spriggan moaned. It straddled my torso, its body only a few feet tall. Its dick was almost as long as its body. It rammed that polished smooth dick between my tits, squeezing them about its shaft. The spriggan's face was carved with vague features, its mouth hinged and clicking as it opened and closed. Its expression was frozen, but I could hear its pleasure as it moaned and thrust its cock in and out of my tits. Its wooden tip emerged from between my tits, carved like a human's dick. It gleamed in the sunlight, smeared with its precum. Its small fingers pinched my nipples as it held my tits closed about its thrusting shaft. It fucked so hard, pistoning with the same fervor as the spriggan fucking my cock. “Gods, yes,” I moaned, humping into the spriggan's thrust, my pussy clenching on it. I was so hot. “Fuck me! Cum in me!” Pleasure rippled through my body. It had me dizzy with lust. It was so amazing. That dick plunging over and over into my cunt created such a burning friction. Every thrust filled me, stretched me, had me quivering and moaning. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to erupting on that huge cock. To exploding on it and being lost to the rapture. I couldn't wait. My eyes squeezed shut as it burned through me. I moaned, my breasts jiggling as it worked its cock over and over into me. “Pussy!” “Boobies!” “Yes, yes, yes!” I hissed. “Pussy and boobies! Cum!” The spriggan fucking my pussy thrust into me. Like it obeyed me, its cock erupted. My eyes widened at the hot spurt of jizz into my mouth. It flooded me, splattering across my cervix. I knew it bred me, that even know its magical seed would plant a baby in me. I was pregnant. “Pater's huge cock!” I screamed as my orgasm exploded through me. I couldn't explain why it made me cum so hard. But it did. My pussy went wild about its cock. It massaged that hard, unyielding shaft of wood, trying to milk it as it pumped more and more cum into me. My body shuddered, heaving as the rapture burned so hot through my mind. Stars danced. I gasped, loving it. My feet drummed on the ground. My orgasm surged so hot through me as the spriggan ripped his cock out of my pussy, leaving my convulsing sheath feeling so empty. And then another spriggan filled it. “Yes,” I moaned, the fast pumping keeping my orgasm alive. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!” “Pussy!” it moaned with hollow passion. “Boobies!” gasped the other, thrusting its wooden cock through my breasts. The tip emerged. And erupted. Hot cum splattered against my chin and up my face. I savored the heat of salty jizz staining my lips and features. Cum ran down my cheeks as I thrashed, my orgasm intensifying, my pussy writhing about the new spriggan dick fucking it. I heaved, lost to the ecstasy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fiona The spriggan fucking my mouth came. I shuddered as the jizz pumped into my mouth. That salty spunk splashed across my tongue. The familiar tasted had me shuddering, my pussy clenching about the spriggan reaming my dick. “Oh, yes, make me cum again,” moaned Aoifa, lost to the pleasure. I had tried to fight it, but I couldn't. They felt wonderful. The spriggan in my pussy churned me to a froth. I gulped down all the cum in my mouth. I swallowed it as my orgasm came closer and closer to exploding through me. “Pussy!” Cum flooded my pussy. I shuddered, bucking, the pleasure swelling. Hot cum flooding my married pussy, breeding me with another creature's child than my husband's. That depraved thought propelled my orgasm into explosive heights. My pussy writhed about the spriggan's dick, trying to milk the hard, unyielding shaft. It pumped so much cum into me, splashing against my cervix. I moaned about the dick in my mouth as it withdrew. I sucked in breaths, gasping. “I'm such a bad wife! Oh, yes! Keep cumming in me!” “You're so naughty, sweet sister,” Aoifa moaned, thrashing nearby. “Just cumming and cumming on that spriggan's dick!” “Yes!” I groaned, my body thrashing. “I am. So bad. So wicked!” The spriggan ripped his cock out of my pussy, my hole spasming, eager for more cock. Another took its place. There were dozens around us. The new one grabbed my thighs, lifting them, and thrust forward. But he missed my pussy. He slid down my taint and between the cheeks of my asshole. I gasped as he felt my sphincter. “Pussy!” The spriggan rammed his cock into my asshole. His dick spread open my bowels. I shuddered as the hot, hard shaft rammed like a hot poker into my depths, igniting such a fire in my pussy. I bucked, pleasure cascading through me. The spriggan pumped away as I thrashed my head, plunging so hard and fast in and out of my bowels, lubed by his precum and polished-smooth dick. “Pussy!” another spriggan shouted, jumping in front of the one fucking my asshole. I groaned as it rammed its dick into my pussy. Both my holes clamped down on the hard, wooden shafts thrusting away, my body stretched open. I gasped, my eyes widening as my orgasm exploded through me. Both holes convulsed as I thrashed, the rapture flooding through my body. “Pussy!” they both howled, pumping away at my holes. “Yes, yes, yes! Pussy!” I screamed back. Ecstasy shot through my body. It slammed into my mind. Stars danced through my vision. Darkness fuzzed across my sight. I thrashed in rapture. There was only the pleasure of their two dicks pumping over and over into my holes, driving my married body wild. My cunt and asshole drank in the bliss of their thick, ramming dicks. They stuffed me so full of cock. I loved it. I savored it. I screamed out my rapture for all the world to hear as I came harder and harder, thrashing, bucking, fucking. They pounded me in to oblivion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seamus – Faerie “Please, submit, mighty warrior,” Cherry begged before cracking her blue whip across my body. The pain stung. She didn't hit half as hard as Blossom. I groaned, my dick throbbing, bouncing before me. I shuddered, pulling on the ropes. My cock was so hard. Their magic and my stamina kept me going. They had fucked me each three times, sucking so much cum out of me before they vanished for a time before returning to have more fun. Blossom and Midnight writhed with a few of the missing men from the village, men who wore collars like animals and were so eager to please them. They licked and barked and fucked on command, making Blossom and Midnight cum and cum. “Please, mighty warrior,” Cherry begged, her eyes pleading. “Just surrender.” She flicked her whip again. I hated how I liked the pain, how my body drank it in and yearned for another kiss. Their agony warped through me, twisting my desires. Precum dripped from my cock as I groaned in frustration, my hips thrusting before me. “Please,” she said, her eyes liquid. She moved to me, grabbing my dick, stroking it. “You'll get such a sweet reward. See.” She fell to her knees and licked the tip of my cock, gathering the precum. I groaned. “See, isn't that nice?” She smiled at me and licked again. “If you're mine, you'll get to feel nice all the time.” “No,” I growled. “I'm my own master!” Her tongue swirled about the tip of my dick, her eyes so cute and begging, like a little girl asking her father for a sweet. It was so hard to resist her. Her lips opened wider, sliding down the crown of my dick. I groaned as she sucked on it, the pleasure shooting through my boiling balls. Her mouth bobbed up and down, the pressure reaching to my nuts. My cum responded. I shuddered, aching to cum in her mouth, for that release. She kept staring up at me, pleading with those cute eyes, demanding my surrender. “No,” I growled, ripping my gaze away. “I won't. You can whip me all you like.” Her lips popped off my dick long enough to moan, “I'd rather fuck you!” She engulfed my cock again. I groaned at the surge of pleasure through my body. I bucked and shuddered, pulling on the ropes. They bit into my flesh as the faerie blew my cock. Her wings fluttered, her tongue swirling about the crown. My body heaved, burning from the whips. Every part of me stung. Red lines crossed all my muscles down to my thighs. I yanked on the ropes, savoring the pain biting into my wrists, the ache in my shoulders. I was so helpless. So powerless. It would be so easy to surrender to the pleasure, to embrace being their slave. But I was my own man. I had my wives. I wouldn't be these fairies' toys. No matter how much Cherry begged. Or how amazing she made my cock feel. Her hand reached around my hip, sliding to grope my ass. I groaned as her fingers slid into my butt-crack. She found my sphincter. My eyes widened as her digit wiggled into my asshole, reaching, stirring heat, touching something in me. Something that sent twinges straight to my cock. “Gewin's mighty dick!” I roared as a powerful orgasm exploded through me. My cum flooded her mouth. Blasts of jizz sprayed into her as I bucked. My balls unloaded. The rapture shot through me. I groaned, swaying at the ecstasy stabbing into my mind. It was so intense, so immediate. I growled, aching for more. For it to continue. She pulled her finger away and her lips off my dick. “Mmm, that was good, wasn't it?” she grinned. “See how good I'll make you feel. I'll love you. Just be my mighty warrior. Surrender to me.” She fluttered her eyes. I shivered, my heart pounding. It had felt amazing. “Please. Don't make me hurt you.” The whip appeared in her hand. “Unless you want me to.” She grinned. “Do you like the pain, mighty warrior? Do you like me whipping you? I'll make you happy. Just love me and worship me!” The whip fell. Pain flared. Confusion wracked my mind. Why did I like this? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aoifa – Mushroom Ring, Lesh-Ke Mountains, Kingdom of Haz I groaned, tasting cum on my mouth. I blinked my eyes, my entire body feeling so wonderfully used. That delicious lethargy that pervades all your limbs after you've been gangbanged by so many guys. Their cum leaked out of me. I rolled over onto my back, my stomach swaying. I rubbed it, feeling the swelling curve rising from beneath my breasts and then descending down to my jizz-filled... “Las's putrid cum!” I cursed, sitting up and looking at my pregnant belly. Drying cum crossed it, more splattering my tits and body. “Aoifa?” Fiona moaned beside me. My cum-splattered sister-wife blinked her eyes, groaning. “I'm so sore. I feel like I've been...” “Gangbanged by a horde of spriggans and knocked up?” I asked, staring at her equally pregnant belly. “Oh, no,” Fiona groaned. Her hands went to her small tits. They looked so swollen and ripe. “And my breasts ache, too. Gods, what did they do to us?” She squeezed her tits and milk squirted into the air. “The spriggans bred us, sweet sister,” I answered, my own tits sore, feeling so full of milk. They ached. The pressure needed relieving. “Oh, no,” Fiona groaned, staring down at her pregnant belly. To be continued...

Daughter's Slut Training (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Ten: Mommy is a Slut Too By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Mrs. Umayyah I shivered as I drew the satin panties up my dusky thighs. The red-purple hue of the fabric looked so decadent against my flesh. I groaned at the feel of it, my pussy so hot and wet. It slid over the curve of my rump as I stared at my reflection in the changing room mirror of Leonora's Treasure, the lingerie store in the mall. The cloth cupped my rear, some of the fabric sliding into my butt-crack. I shuddered. I'd never worn underwear so daring. These panties were clearly intended to be seen by someone else. By a lover. Matching the panties was the strapless bra cupping my large breasts into two wonderful mounds. The darker circles of my areolas peeked out the top. My tits jiggled with my every movement. I shuddered, my hijab framing in my lush and mature face. Wearing the symbol of modesty while clad in something so blatantly immodest had me trembling, my snatch clenching. Why was I so turned on? Because my eldest son, Faizel, waited outside of the changing room eager to see me in this. To ogle my flesh and approve the outfit for my “date” with young Carter tomorrow night. An entire night with another boy who wasn't my husband. A boy who'd pay for that privilege. It made me so wet. Made it so worth spending the money my daughter had made being a whore on these outfits. A little investment to make sure that my clients, my horny college students, would pay to fuck their MILF professor. Then I could repay the money I'd lost in online gambling. I was grateful my husband did not pay attention to our finances, instead leaving the household management to me, his dutiful wife. I'd whore myself out as well as my slut daughter to make up the money. It would be such a shame once I refilled our savings. Part of me didn't want to give up my young lovers. But I wasn't a slut like my daughter. I was just doing this to fix my mistake. If my husband found out... He would throw me out. He would never understand. “No more stalling, Mom,” Faizel called, his voice so demanding. “Let me see.” I shivered and nodded. I stepped out, my breasts jiggling in my bra, to face my son waiting in the back of the store where the changing rooms were. It was private, the store understanding a woman might want to model for her lover. Or her son. At twenty, Faizel had a man's body and strength. He looked so much like my husband, minus the beard, with that same broad-shouldered build and muscular torso. Faizel had the strength to treat a woman right. The way my husband had in the first years of our marriage before responsibilities kept him working so much. “Very nice,” Faizel said, cupping my breasts right there in the store. The salesgirl, not much older than him, had a naughty smile as she watched my “young lover” play with my tits. The girl utterly approved. Would she still approve if she knew he was my son? My nipples throbbed in the bra. A tingle rushed through me down to my pussy. I grew even more molten as he licked his lips. His cock tented his jeans, straining to burst out of them. I sucked in a breath as he brushed my hard nubs with his thumbs, massaging them through the satin. “Ooh, that feels so good, Faizel.” “Good,” he grinned, licking his hungry lips. “It's good. But it's not enough. Try on the next one.” “Okay,” I said, loving the strength in his eyes. He wanted to see this. So I would give it to him. I slipped back into the changing room, carefully undressing then grabbing the hot-pink thong. I'd never worn anything like this. It felt so skimpy. I drew it up my legs, wiggling my hips as the cloth in the back nestled between the cheeks of my butt. I shuddered, my thick, black bush peeking out the sides of the panties in the front. I would have to shave my snatch like my daughter did to wear something like this. Although... It did look hot with my curly hairs peeking out. The bra was also hot pink. This one had straps but the cups were made of lace that would do nothing to hide my tits. I pulled it on, the color almost florescent against my tan skin. I felt like even more of a whore, my nipples peeking dark through the pattern, so hard and aching. The underwear made a mockery of my hijab. This was underwear my daughter should wear. I trembled and slipped out, my pussy drooling with excitement. I wanted Faizel to see me in this. I wanted his lusts to surge through him. He grinned when I stepped out. His eyes roamed my bountiful flesh as he let out a groan of enjoyment. “Turn around, let me see that ass in this,” he said. “Yes,” I groaned. “Mommy wants her son to enjoy her body.” “Such a body.” So much throaty passion in his words. “The hottest mom in the world.” His words made my excitement soar. I spun around, wiggling my hips. He smacked the exposed cheek of my ass. I gasped, loving the pain tingling through me. Then he squeezed both my cheeks, groping me, pulling apart my butt-cheeks. “I don't know, Mom,” he said. “You are so sexy in this. But is this the right one? Try on the nightie. Let me see you in that.” “Yes!” I purred, his fingers digging into my flesh, making me feel so wanton. I practically threw myself into the changing room, my hijab swaying about my shoulders. I took off my lingerie as fast as I could without damaging the delicious cloth. I would buy it all, no matter the cost. I had more outfits to try on. It would cost me almost all the money my daughter had made so far. But she and her two friends were whoring themselves out, and Mr. Myers, Kimmy's father, would pay so much to unknowingly pop his daughter's cherry. And with Leyla filming it all... Well, there would be more money coming in. I pulled on the baby doll nightie. It was sheer silk, a silvery gray. It cupped my breast, my dusky flesh bleeding through, my nipples so on display. This did nothing to hide them. The fabric felt so wonderful on me as it swayed down to my hips. The panties weren't a thong, but they were still cut narrow. And even naughtier, they had no crotch. There was a long slit in the gusset decorated by lace. I shuddered as I adjusted the panties on my hips and ass. I could see my black bush peeking through the slit. I ran my finger down the front, found the opening, and touched myself. “Come on, Mom,” Faizel groaned. “I need to see you in it.” A naughty thrill went through me to step out into the store and be seen in this whorish outfit. My entire body, minus my hair thanks to my hijab, were on display. I threw open the door, letting my son feast on my body as I strutted out, a harem slave here to please her lord and master. Hunger smoldered in my son's dark eyes. “Mom, you naughty slut,” he groaned. “You wear that like it was made for you.” “Mmm, are you sure?” I asked. “I'm not too old to wear something so... revealing?” “With those killer tits, Mom?” He licked his lips. “Let me see your ass in those panties.” I turned around, wiggling my hips. “My ass isn't too big?” “It's got just the right plumpness. Now bend over. Let me really enjoy it.” I shuddered, bending over, my hijab shifting, but it was wrapped tight about my head and neck. I felt so exposed. I knew he could see the slit in the panties' gusset. See my pubic hair. The wet lips of my pussy. He could tell how turned on I was and— “Faizel!” I gasped as he shoved two fingers into my pussy, penetrating in me deep. “You naughty boy.” “You're the one flashing your cunt at me, Mom,” he said, some of his boyish mischievousness in his voice. He pumped his digits in and out of my cunt, sending heat rippling through my body. I groaned and squirmed, his fingers feeling amazing in me. “I guess I'm naughty, too,” I groaned, my hips wiggling. I glanced to the right. The salesgirl just winked at me. The girl was a naughty thing. She didn't care that we were getting far, far too physical. Would she masturbate later to this? I groaned, my pussy clenching down on my son's fingers. I wanted the girl to know he was my son. “Ooh, yes, finger Mommy's pussy,” I moaned louder. “You came from there. I brought you into this world, and now you're giving me such pleasure.” The girl shuddered, licking her lips. Her cheeks were crimson. She heard me. It turned her on. Delight rippled out of my pussy. Faizel's fingers pumped faster and faster in me. He let out a throaty moan. His digits felt amazing in me. So thick. Almost as thick as his dick. Ooh, that would be amazing in me right now. Just filling me. I bet my son was so hard. He needed his mother to take care of him. Almost like he red my mind, Faizel acted. I let out a whimper as his jean fastener popped. His zipper rasped. With one hand, he worked to free his dick as he kept thrusting his digits into my pussy, stirring up his mother's cunt to such a naughty froth. “Damn, Mom, you are such a slut,” he groaned. “You want me to fuck you right here.” “I just want to satiate my son,” I moaned for the girl. Her eyes were fixed on us. She had to see how big Faizel's cock was, the size of his father's. I whimpered as he ripped his fingers out of my snatch. Then he pressed me forward into the door of the changing room. It was closed, latched. It held, rattling as he rubbed his cock against my hot cunt through the slit in the crotchless panties. My breasts heaved in the satin nightie, cool cloth rubbing hard nipples. I needed my son back in me. Where he belonged. I needed to feel his youthful passion ramming into me, giving me all the pleasure I needed. He thrust so hard into me. I groaned, my back arching as his dick sank into me. My pussy clamped down on his dick. The salesgirl watched with hot eyes. Her hips shifted more, biting her lower lip as she watched the strength of my son fuck me. He drew back his cock and rammed into me again. The door rattled as his flesh smacked into my panty-clad ass. His dick buried to the hilt in me. Pleasure rippled through my body. My breasts jiggled in the nightie. “Yes, yes, yes fuck your mother!” I moaned. “Plow me, Faizel. Plow me so hard. You need this. My whorish clothing made you erect. Use Mommy's pussy to satiate yourself.” “Yes!” he grunted, pounding me so hard, his dick plunging over and over into me. “Fuck, Mom, fuck!” His balls smacked into my clit peeking through the slit in the panties. He stirred me to a froth. It felt so naughty feeling the panties on me. They should have been the last shield to protect my pussy from being seen and touched, from behind fucked, but these naughty pair let my son slam into me, violating my married cunt. And giving me such pleasure. Delight rippled through my body with every plunge. Friction burned in my pussy. It felt amazing. So wonderful. I groaned, shaking my hips, stirring his cock through me as he pumped faster and faster into my snatch. He filled me to the hilt with his cock over and over. The salesgirl watched, witnessing our incestuous passion. “Faizel!” I whimpered. “Cum, Mom!” he growled, so strong, so commanding. “Cum like a slut!” “Like your sister!” I howled as my orgasm exploded in me. “Yeah, just like her!” he growled while pleasure surged through me. My pussy convulsed on his dick. I spasmed over and over on him. My flesh rippled about his amazing shaft plunging into me. I whimpered, my back arching. So much rapture flooded my body. It felt incredible. I loved it. My eyes rolled back into my head as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through my thoughts. He fucked me so hard. He plowed into me. His dick buried over and over into my massaging cunt. He experienced the rapture of my spasming embrace. He kept my orgasms burning through me, fucking me with that youthful passion I loved. “Yes, yes, yes, you're making Mommy cum so hard!” I moaned. “Oh, Faizel, yes! Such a good son!” “Such a naughty mom!” he growled. “I'm going to flood your snatch!” “Mmm, yes!” I whimpered, bucking back into him, the changing room door rattling so hard. “Do it! Flood your mother!” I almost wanted to go off birth control just so I could have his son. His dick slammed into my snatch. His dick spurted. Hot cum splashed into my pussy. I felt it against my cervix. I whimpered and groaned, my cunt convulsing, milking out his incestuous seed. He grunted and groaned, panting as I satiated him. I made him hard, and now I took care of it. Like every loving mother should. I sucked in breaths as he held me from behind. I winked at the salesgirl. She fanned her face. I knew she would be masturbating so hard tonight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leyla Umayyah Mom wasn't home yet. She must have had a lot of work at college to take care of. Maybe because of my whoring? Since I was using her classroom during her lunch hour to fuck my customers, maybe she didn't have time to do this work normally and had to play catch up today. Daddy would come home and there would be no dinner ready. Maybe I should do something about it? But I had Jalal's mouth buried in my pussy right now, his glasses rubbing on my inner thighs. I shuddered as he licked through my pussy folds. Ever since I promised to hook him up with my friend Kimmy, after she lost her virginity tomorrow night, he'd been so affectionate. He wanted to stay on my good side. And it turned out he was pretty good at eating pussy. “Oh, yes, little brother,” I moaned, grinding across his face. His tongue wiggled through my snatch. “You lick Kimmy's pussy like this, and she'll love you. You'll have a slutty girlfriend that will keep coming back to you.” He groaned and thrust his tongue deeper and deeper into my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head. My nineteen-year-old body shuddered on the couch. I smeared my pussy on his hungry mouth, loved his tongue lapping through my folds. He devoured me with such eager hunger. He licked and nuzzled through my pussy. He had me shuddering and shaking in delight. He made me quake with passion. “Oh, yes, Jalal,” I whimpered. “Oh, you stud. Eat my pussy. Just devour it. Oh, yes, you're going to make me explode so hard on that wonderful mouth. Kimmy will love you.” I grabbed his black hair, my round breasts shaking as his nose bumped into my clit. He wiggled his tongue through my hot depths. He swirled it around my sensitive flesh, sending such incestuous delight through me. My little brother was amazing. The couch groaned and creaked as I humped against him. I whimpered, gripping his hair as he fluttered his tongue through me. Then he flicked it out of my tunnel and through my folds to brush my clit. “Yes!” I squeaked in delight as his tongue swirled around my clit. “Like that. Ooh, yes, never forget a girl's clit. Even a slut like me and Kimmy love this!” His tongue fluttered on it. He batted it so fast. His dark eyes stared at me from behind his glasses. His hands squeezed my ass beneath the couch cushion. My breasts heaved as I bucked, my body squirming against the couch's backrest, the upholstery rubbing on my flesh. The pleasure built and built in me. My orgasm swelled so fast. I would explode on my brother's cock. I whimpered and moaned. My eyes rolled back into my head as he feasted on me with such dedication. “You'll make Kimmy so happy!” I squealed as the front door opened. The heavy steps said it was Dad or Faizel, not Mom. I craned my neck and smiled as Daddy entered the living room, wearing his work clothes. He looked so strong and rugged in worn jeans and fade shirt, his beard thick and black, his eyes smoldering. “Daddy, welcome home!” I moaned as Jalal kept licking me. I shivered, realizing Daddy hadn't seen me with my brothers yet. He knew I fucked them. Knew I was a complete slut, but now he witnessed it. I could see his eyes widening as he fully beheld me as a slut. A nasty whore. He licked his lips, his hands rubbing on his jeans as his dick swelled hard. Just feeling his eyes on me made my pussy so hot. I groaned and shuddered as Jalal sucked on my clit. I stared at Daddy as the pleasure exploded through me. My pussy convulsed and spasmed. Juices gushed out of me as I writhed. “Yes, yes, yes, Jalal, you're so good at that. Ooh, that's amazing!” The rapture swept through my body. I thrashed and heaved. Daddy's eyes drank in the sight of me. He watched with such hunger, his dick tenting the front of his jeans. What a hot sight. I licked my lips, wanting to pleasure him, to give him the same delight Jalal was giving me. Then Jalal lifted his mouth, face dripping with pussy juices. He glanced at our father. “Er, hi, Dad.” His cheeks darkened. “You're, uh, home a little early. Do you want to...?” “Don't stop playing with your sister,” Daddy groaned. “She made you hard. Fuck the little slut. Use her.” “Yes!” I moaned, so glad Daddy understood what I was. Jalal rose, his body so slender and delicious. He was so cute and boyish. But his dick... He had a man's dick, practically as big as Daddy's, and definitely bigger than any of the teachers I'd fucked the last two days. He felt so delicious in me. Daddy groaned as Jalal rammed his dick into me. I shuddered, throwing my legs around my little brother's waist as I watched Daddy. His hands moved to his jeans, fumbling with his belt and his fly. Metal jangled. A zipper rasped. Then his jeans fell down those thick, strong thighs. They were so hairy. He was like a bear. A big, strong papa bear. My pussy clenched on Jalal's cock hammering into me as Daddy pulled out his dick. I licked my lips at the sight of his swarthy shaft. He stroked it, watching his son fuck me. I humped into Jalal, friction burning through my body at the pleasure of his prick plowing over and over into me. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me just like this, Jalal!” I whimpered. “Use my naughty cunt to satiate your cock.” “Yes,” groaned Daddy, fisting his cock, watching me be a slut with those dark, strong eyes. It made me so hot. Jalal groaned and gasped as he plowed into my hot cunt. My brother's dick felt amazing in me. The friction of his hard plunges into my silky depths sent waves rippling through my body. I shuddered and heaved beneath him, my snatch clenching down on his dick as the pleasure built and built inside of me. So amazing. So wonderful. And Daddy watched. I loved having an audience. Especially him. I clawed my brother's back as my passion built faster and faster. Another orgasm already swelling through me, such wonderful pleasure. “He's fucking me so hard, Daddy!” I whimpered, staring at his hand flying up and down his dick. “Just plowing into your slutty daughter's pussy!” “Is she wet, son?” he groaned. “So wet, Dad. She's hot, too. And silky tight! Oh, yes, she's going to make me cum.” “She's drenched your cock with her cream?” “Yeah, Dad. Just drenched it!” “Good!” Daddy stroked his dick faster and faster. “Then fuck your slutty sister's asshole. Ram your dick into her bowels.” Daddy understood me. Such joy shuddered through me as Jalal ripped his dick out of my cunt, moved it down past my taint, and found my asshole. Lubed with my pussy juices, my little brother rammed his dick into my bowels. I shuddered at the velvety heat surging through me. My thighs tightened about Jalal's waist as a throaty moan burst from my lips. Such delicious rapture rippled through me. The velvety friction of my little brother's cock plowing into my asshole filled my body. I whimpered and groaned, bucking on the couch, pressing my shaved pussy into his bush on his pubic mound. I ground against those ticklish hairs, such delight surging through me. “Daddy, he's reaming my asshole so hard!” I moaned, eyes locked on the tip of his dick. “He's just plowing me like the slut I am!” “I can see that, little flower,” Daddy groaned. He moved closer, fisting that thick dick, watching his children fuck with wild abandon. “How does her ass feel, son?” “Amazing, Dad!” Jalal grunted, thrusting so hard and fast into my asshole, sodomizing my bowels with his amazing cock, bringing me closer and closer to erupting. “Are you going to flood the slut's asshole?” Daddy groaned, moving even closer. He was right next to the couch now, standing over us, watching our incestuous passion. “I will, Dad!” “He will!” I moaned then craned my head. Daddy rammed his dick into my mouth. I sucked on the tip of it as Jalal thrust forward. His cock buried to the hilt in my bowels. Then his hot cum spurted. My brother groaned as he filled my whorish asshole with his spunk. Daddy groaned a moment later. I sucked hard on his dick as it erupted. His wonderful, salty jizz filled my mouth. Such a treat. I shuddered, gulping it down, my bowels clenching down on my brother's hard cock. I took incestuous cum from two men I loved. My little brother and my amazing Daddy. I came. Pleasure howled through my body. I moaned as I nursed on Daddy's cock, drawing out every drop of his salty treat. My bowels milked Jalal's cock as I bucked and groaned. Juices flooded out of my pussy, matting down his bush as I groaned against him. My eyes fluttered. Such ecstasy bathed my mind. Daddy saw me being a slut and loved it. I made him so happy. He accepted who I was. I could cry for joy. I was helping the family out, too. I bet I could tell him about prostituting my body. Mom was wrong. He would understand. It wouldn't make him ashamed. Right? Mom did know Daddy well. I should talk to her first. Just to make sure. But I wanted to tell him how I was helping out with the family. How I was doing my part when I wasn't using my body to make him happy. Maybe he could watch me with a customer? The front door opened. “Sorry I'm late,” Mom said. “I was held up at the college grading tests. So we're having Chinese food for dinner and... Oh, this is a naughty surprise. I see our daughter's being a slut again.” “Yes, she was playing with her brother,” Daddy said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. Mom bustled up to him, giving him a loving kiss like a dutiful wife, her hair wrapped up in her hijab, her blouse buttoned up so modestly. She was a slut, like me, but she kept it in the family. Only fucking my brothers. But that was fine since Daddy tended to monopolize me. My brothers needed someone at night to take care of their lusts I inspired. “Yum!” Jalal said, ripping his cock out of my asshole. “You get cleaned up, little slut,” Mom smiled at me, “and then join us.” “Yes, Mother.” Jalal's cum leaked out of my asshole as I stood up. Mom headed to the dining room with the plastic bags full of yummy smelling Chinese food. Jalal darted off to get dressed while I grinned at Daddy, his salty cum lingering in my mouth. He arched an eyebrow at me. “You're not listening to your mother, little flower.” “I just wanted you to know that some of my friends are becoming sluts. Kimmy”—Dad's eyes lit up at her name—“Kendra, and Izzy. I'll bring them over, and we'll have a lot of fun, Daddy. Isn't that hot?” “Yeah,” he said. “But what would your mother think?” “She won't care,” I said. Not since she was whoring the four of us out. “And I think Kimmy will be spending a whole lot of time here. Jalal has such a crush on her.” Daddy's face darkened. “With an American slut?” “Maybe he likes watching,” I said, patting his crotch. “You sure did, Daddy.” He let out a loud growl. “You are such a wicked daughter, little flower.” I fluttered my eyes at him. “But you still love me, right?” He grabbed my ass, pulling me tight against him. “I still love you, little flower. And your body. Bring your friends over. They've been teasing me for years with those bodies.” I grinned at him. I loved being Daddy's slutty daughter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mrs. Umayyah “I can't wait for our date tonight, Mrs. Umayyah,” Carter said the next day. I had on the hot pink thong and matching bra. I bought ten outfits yesterday, using almost all the money Leyla had made. Good thing two of her friends were joining the fun. “Me, either,” I purred. “I'm so wet right now.” The other students had emptied out of my classroom and there was a gap, a minute window before the next round of students would file in. Time to have a little bit of naughty fun. “Why don't you check.” Carter gave me such a hungry smile. He had the same youthful strength as Faizel, matured into a man but still with that boyish enthusiasm for everything. I shuddered as he yanked up my modest skirt and revealed my hot pink thong. I hadn't bothered shaving my pussy. It just felt so naughty with my pubic hair peeking out around the material. Made me feel like such a wanton wife for dressing like this beneath my clothing. On the outside, a modest, Muslim woman. But beneath... Beneath a woman craving to teach young men all about how to pleasure a MILF. To my shock, he knelt down before me and yanked my thong down my dusky thighs. I gasped, my eyes widening as he drew them past my knees. I stepped out for him automatically. His blue eyes smoldered as he stared up at me. He held my panties to his face, letting my skirt drop, and inhaled my musk. “Yes, you are wet, Mrs. Umayyah,” he grinned, standing. “I'll hold onto these until tonight. 5 PM, right? At the Marriott?” I nodded my head. “I'll be there with more naughty underwear for you to take off of me.” He grinned at that, slipping my thong into his pocket just as my daughter and her giggling friends burst in. They were in my next class. Carter said, “Thanks for explaining how exponentials work, Mrs. Umayyah.” “You're welcome,” I said, breathy. He walked past his younger sister Kimmy, ruffling her blonde hair. “Later, sport.” “Bye, Carter,” Kimmy said, her cheeks blushing. The four girls whispered something and they all started giggling wildly. “Thinking about fucking your brother, Kimmy?” I asked, approaching the three. The girl's braces flashed as she smiled, “Maybe. After all, Leyla loves her brothers being in her.” “She can't stop talking about Jalal eating her pussy out last night,” Kendra said, the Black girl's eyes blazing with desire. Kimmy nodded her head, her cheeks even redder. “Well, I'm glad you are excited. Kendra, Izzy, if you still want to be whores, I have dates for you two lined up as well. Money already collected.” I didn't trust those two to give me my full share of $160, plus some of the teachers weren't paying cash anyways. “I'll give you your cut once they're satiated.” “Oh, we're in,” Kendra said. “Izzy and I spent all last night eating each other's pussies just thinking about it.” My own snatch clenched. Maybe I had to try them out. “Okay, take your seats.” Other students filed in, gabbing, oblivious to what was going on. Or where they? The girls were giggling more, giving me scandalized looks while the boys had such hungry looks in their eyes. I shivered, more young men who could pay for my private tutelage. Teaching the lesson passed in a hazy, lust-filled blur. With no panties on beneath my skirt, my juices soaked my bush then dribbled down my thighs all through the lesson. I felt so naughty. I shivered, my nipples throbbing in my bra as my breasts jiggled. I wanted to masturbate right then and there. I wanted to have my male students pool their money and just fuck me one after the other, gangbanging me the way my daughter and her friends would be gangbanged tomorrow by Faizel's friends. I was a boiling mass of horny lust when I dismissed my class. I shuddered as they all left but my daughter, Kendra, and Izzy. Those three girls started stripping the moment the other students had left, baring their young bodies. Izzy's tits were nearly as big as mine but such a pale shade of ivory and dusted with freckles. Kendra had round and firm tits, her nipples actually lighter than her ebony skin. “Okay, girls, satiate the customers,” I said. “They'll be here any minute. They each paid for one of you in particular. Do anything they want.” “We will,” Kendra purred, rubbing fingers through a bush as frizzy as her hair styled in a short afro. Izzy grinned and said, “We'll rock their worlds, Mrs. Umayyah.” “We'll be the best prostitutes in the world for you, Mother,” Leyla said, her shaved pussy on display as she perched on my desk, legs spread wide. I shuddered, my eyes flicking to the webcams. I had an app on my phone that let me monitor them. It was for security systems, but it let me watch while everything was being recorded. Jalal was such a good boy for helping me with this. I would watch it all from the bathroom, masturbating in a stall. I slipped out of the classroom just as the two teachers and the janitor arrived. They all gave me sheepish grins before they headed inside. I heard the girls coo their welcome before the door shut, cutting off the sound. I made a brisk beeline for the ladies' room just down the hallway. More pussy juices spilled down my thighs. And then Clint Elliston stepped in front of me. I faced the tall, dark-haired youth who'd started me down this road of slut-training my daughter. He had such a hungry look in his eyes. He possessed the same manly strength as my son, Faizel. They were both seniors, both so hunky. A cocky grin spread on Clint's face. “Mrs. Umayyah, I have heard such interesting things about your daughter getting gangbanged tomorrow.” “Yes, she is,” I said. “Did my son tell you?” “Faizel's telling everyone. Fifty dollars to fuck your daughter and her friends.” Clint ran a hand through his dark hair. “I don't normally pay for sex, but I'm tempted just to come and watch. Maybe I'll bring Lee. Her pregnancy is making her so horny. I bet she'd love to witness it and not be allowed to touch herself.” I shivered. I had seen how Clint treated Lee and her mother, my fellow teacher, like dirty, filthy whores. His sex slaves. “I don't see how that'll be a problem. I'll just be watching, too.” “Really? But I hear you're for sell, also.” I shivered, my pussy clenching so hard. I had the hour free. “I am. You can enjoy me. For a price.” Clint arched his eyebrow. “How much?” “$200, and I will give you an education.” “Do you think there's anything I need to learn about pleasing a woman?” I shuddered. “Everyone could use a refresher course.” His smile grew so hungry. “Let me give you a counteroffer.” “My price isn't for negotiating. I'm a married woman and—” Right there in the middle of the hallway, Clint plunged his hand into my half-unbuttoned blouse. I shuddered as his fingers slid across my breasts and brushed the top of my lacy bra. He shoved into the cup and found my nipple. He pinched it. Hard. I sucked in a breath as he backed down the hallway. I had to follow him. He had such a firm grasp on my nipple, stretching it. I'd done this to my daughter, and the slut had grown so wet and wanton. I could see why. Such tingles shot down to my pussy. The pain mixed with my excitement. I let out such a naughty moan as he dominated me. Clint pulled me into his aunt's classroom. It was dark inside save for a small beam of white light shining from the wall that separated this room from mine. My insides tightened. Had I moved the poster that covered my peephole? Would Clint notice the light? I whimpered as he led me right to it. My insides squirmed more and more. “You know I found something interesting near the end of last year,” Clint said. “I was fucking my little sister, Alicia, in the ass, when I noticed this little hole in the wall. And I thought I saw an eye watching me.” “W-watching you?” I gasped, my pussy clenching. I used to spend my lunches witnessing Clint fuck his family, his various sisters and half-sisters along with his aunt and other sluts in here. “I—” “So you're saying you don't know how this damage to school property happened?” Clint asked as we reached the wall behind his aunt's desk. He pulled down on my nipple, forcing me to bend over. Then he shoved my face against the wall. I stared into my classroom, witnessed my three whores servicing their men. Kendra was on her knees, the Black girl bobbing her mouth up and down Mr. McDougal's cock, sucking and slurping on it with whorish passion. My daughter was on her back, humping against Vince, one of the college's janitors, who devoured her slut pussy with abandon. Mr. Breen, a Black teacher, pumped his ebony cock through Izzy's big, pillowy tits as she lay on the floor. He straddled her. I could see the tip of his dick emerge from her ivory breasts with his every thrust. I licked my lips, eyes flicking around the room from girl to girl. My daughter's round tits heaved as she humped against Vince's mouth. She gripped his slicked-back, black hair, grinding her cunt on the Italian's man's face. Izzy pushing her big breasts together to make a titty-pussy for Mr. Breen to fuck had my juices dripping down my flesh. His ebony cock looked so hot compared to her pale flesh. Kendra sucked and slurped while Mr. McDougal gripped her afro. He fucked his hips forward, thrusting his dick deep into her mouth. “Take every inch, whore!” he growled. “You little Black slut, take it all.” He jammed his dick down her throat roughly. It made her whimper while her hands were busy between her thighs. “It would be such a shame if someone found out that you had damaged the school,” Clint said, his hands pulling up my skirt. “But I can keep your secret. For a price.” “I know your secret,” I said, my hips wiggling, it was so hot watching people having sex again through a peephole. “I can tell everyone you fuck your little sister. Your aunt.” “You won't do that,” Clint said, his jeans rustling. He held my skirt over my ass. My eyes widened. I had no panties on. He could see how wet I was. “Because you want this. I've seen you staring at me all this year. I took your math class this semester just to see how'd you'd act. Your little married whore-cunt wants me to do this.” He rammed his dick into my pussy. I gasped, squeezing down on him. I whimpered and groaned as Clint pumped his dick in and out of my snatch. The boy who started me down this depraved road was in me. Fucking me like he fucked the sluts in his family. His balls smacked into my clit. He pressed me against the wall, my eye locked on the depraved lusts in the other room. My pussy clamped down on Clint's dick. I let him use me for free. Not because he would tell on me, but because I needed to enjoy this cock. I had wanted it for so long. And now he was in me, fucking me. “Deal!” I groaned, bucking back into him as I watched my daughter cum on Vince's mouth, her body bucking and heaving as the janitor feasted on her barely legal cunt. “That's what I thought, slut!” Clint groaned, burying so hard into me. Slut... My pussy grew hotter. “Yes, yes, fuck me like a slut, Clint!” I didn't care about my marriage right now. I didn't care about being a good, Muslim woman and faithful wife. I let Clint fuck my cunt for free, not doing it to help my family, but to satiate my own cunt. I felt like such a hypocrite for doing this with my hijab on. I didn't take it off. His dick slammed into me as I watched the fun in my classroom. My pussy drank in the friction of his thrusts. The pleasure boiled through me. Stars danced across my vision as my breasts shook in my dress. Clint fucked me so hard, his hips shifting, changing how his cock pumped into me, where it brushed along inside my pussy. He knew how to please a woman. “You little slut!” Professor Breen moaned. The Black history teacher's face twisted in pleasure. Than he came. He splattered the redheaded coed's face. He drenched her with his cum, his back arching as he used her tits. “Yes, yes, yes, she's a little slut,” I hissed. “Like you, Mrs. Umayyah,” growled Clint. “I know sluts, and you are one married whore.” He smacked my ass, and I moaned, my orgasm hurtling closer. Clint would recognize a slut. Had I always been one, like my daughter, my whorish self lurking inside of me. Or had Clint made me one by fucking his women in the classroom next to mine, leading me down this depraved road of pleasure. I didn't know. I didn't care. I just savored his dick pumping in and out of my cunt, stirring my pussy to a hot froth. As his balls smacked into my clit, I watched Professor McDougal cum down Kendra's throat, pumping his jizz straight into the Black whore's belly. She loved it, purring her enjoyment. Pleasure swelled through me so fast, so hot. Vince rose, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his beige janitor jumpsuit. Then he unzipped it while my daughter squirmed. I couldn't see him pull out his dick, but I watched him thrust forward into my daughter. Her dusky thighs wrapped about his waist as he fucked her cunt for money. I whimpered, my pussy clenching down so hard on Clint's dick. His crotch smacked into my ass as he fucked me so hard. He used me like a slut. I moaned and gasped, bucking down into it as Vince groaned his enjoyment. “Let me lick you clean, babe,” Kendra purred, crawling across the floor to Izzy, the Black girl's round, ebony tits swaying. “Ooh, yes,” groaned Izzy, still cupping her pillowy tits as Mr. Breen and Mr. McDougal watched the two sluts. Kendra licked at her friend's face, gathering up the teacher's spunk. They watched, stroking their soft dicks, getting their second winds. Such good whores they were. They kissed, Kendra's ebony tits brushing Izzy's. Their tongues flashed, passing cum back and forth. “You're getting so hot, Mrs. Umayyah,” Clint growled. “Watching your daughter and her friends whoring themselves out for you.” “Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, clenching my pussy down on his cock. “It's so hot. They're just so wicked.” “Oh, yes, fuck me, Vince!” howled my daughter while Mr. Breen and Mr. McDougal gained their second wind. They swapped sluts, Mr. Breen ramming his ebony monster into Kendra as Mr. McDougal enjoyed Izzy's young snatch. The two teachers fucked them hard as Clint fucked me. My fingers curled against the wall. Then my orgasm shuddered through me. My pussy spasmed and convulsed on Clint's dick. I moaned and gasped, my body quacking and quavering as the pleasure surged through me. So hot. So amazing. I was such a terrible wife. Cheating on my husband with my students, being a slut. I loved it. My snatch milked Clint's dick. He thrust so hard into my spasming sheath. He grunted, groaned. My pussy brought him as much pleasure as the barely legal cunts did to the men in the other room. “Mrs. Umayyah,” Clint growled. “Damn, you're so juicy. You want it. You want my cum in you.” “Yes!” I hissed. “Do it! Spill in me! It'll be running down my thighs all day. Reminding me!” Clint groaned and buried into me. My orgasm swelled higher as his jizz fired into my married cunt. I groaned and gasped, my pussy convulsing about his shaft, milking out every drop of his cum as I whimpered. Leyla moaned, Vince spilling into her. Mother and daughter satiating their men at the same moment. Dizzy rapture swelled through me. Stars danced through my vision as my orgasm peaked. Clint's dick fired one last time into me. Left me feeling like a satiated slut. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leyla Umayyah “We had so much fun on our dates, Mom,” I said, bouncing with excitement as we drove to Kimmy's house for my “slumber party.” “I saw,” Mom said, such a dreamy smile on her lips. “I watched in the bathroom.” “Masturbating?” I grinned. “You three made me hot,” she said. “And your afternoon dates, they were just as good as the lunch ones?” “Well, Mr. Jameson didn't eat my pussy out the way Vince did, but he did sodomize me and gave me such an amazing anal orgasm.” I shivered. “He'll be back for more dates.” “Wonderful,” Mom smiled. She had to be happy. The three of us made our family $960 after our $40 cut per date. Which meant I made another $80 today. I wanted to go to the mall, to Leonora's Treasure, and buy something naughty to wear for Daddy. “How long do you think the gangbang tomorrow will be?” I asked. “I was hoping to go to the mall with my friends.” “And spend your spoils?” Mom asked. “Well, I'm sure it'll be over my mid-afternoon. So treat yourself.” “I will,” I said, grinning at Mom. She was so relaxed now. Not so uptight. She even was leaving her blouse partly unbuttoned, showing off those nice tits of her. Of course, she wore her hijab. She wasn't as complete a slut as I was. She pulled into Kimmy's driveway. Her parents were loaded. They had a big house on the outskirts of town. Such a juicy excitement shot through me. Mr. Myers's car was in the driveway. It would be so hot to watch him fuck his own daughter. To pop her cherry. “You'll take care of Daddy tonight, right?” I asked as Mom parked the car. “Since I'll be here. You need to give him as much sex as you can, Mom.” “Oh, I plan on getting all the sex I can get tonight,” she purred. “Now let's go proposition your friend's dad.” Tonight would be the absolute best night ever for Kimmy! And I was so glad to be here to witness it. To be continued...

Daughter's Slut Training (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Seven: Daughter's Naughty Discovery By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Mrs. Umayyah My nineteen-year-old daughter Leyla slumped to the floor, trembling from the force of her whorish orgasms. Her naked, dusky body was flushed, her round breasts rising and falling as she sucked in deep breaths. Her brothers' cum leaked out of her pussy and asshole. She took their dicks in both her holes at the same time, learning to please two men at once. I lowered the camcorder, the recording saved on the memory card. The video of my daughter fucking her brothers would be the perfect recruiting tool for new Johns to fuck her. Plus, I could sell copies to help refill the savings accounts I'd drained because of my online poker addiction. Then my husband never had to find out what I did. And he got the benefit of enjoying our daughter's nubile body. My own body buzzed from my orgasms. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, letting my skirt fall down my legs to my ankles. I felt so hot in my conservative dress, once again buttoned to the neckline, my hijab covering my hair. I stared at my fingers, coated in my juices, a hunger to suck them clean flowing through me. Memory of eating my daughter's pussy today flooded through me. I licked her clean of President Carver's cum to keep him happy. He ran the college I taught at, so keeping him happy was important. My daughter's pussy had a delicious flavor. Now I wanted to taste myself. To suck on my fingers and revel in my own taste. “I got homework to do,” Jalal, my baby boy, said. He gathered his clothing and gave me a grin before rushing off. “Let me help you out, Mom,” Faizel, my eldest at twenty, said. His voice a deep, rumbling bass, not still youthful like his little brother. He seized my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth. I shuddered, my eyes staring at his naked body. So strong and muscular, his skin the same swarthy brown as his father. He could be Karim except he lacked my husband's beard, my son's cheeks still clean-shaven. I groaned as he sucked on my fingers, licking my juices off them. My eyes flicked down his muscular body, stopping at his half-hard dick. It was just in my daughter's asshole. What would that taste like? He should be cleaned. But Leyla looked out of it. I could rouse her, make her do her duty as a slut, but... A mother could help out her son, too. “Come with me,” I told my son, setting the camcorder down on the shelf as I walked to the stairs. I felt my son's eyes on me, lusting after me the same way the young men I taught math to did. Those same hungry, young eyes. “What are you up to, Mom?” he asked, voice thick and commanding. “Taking care of my son,” I said, throwing a look over my shoulder and smiling at him. The same sort of smile I used to beguile his father at eighteen. “Your cock is all dirty. Let your mother clean you up.” He gave me a big grin. My pussy burned as I climbed the stairs, that wet itch sending needful tingles rippling through my body, just begging to be naughty. My panties soaked up my juices leaking out of me. My clit throbbed against the sodden fabric. My breasts jiggled in my bra as we went up the stairs. I tried not to rush, but I was so aching to satiate my pussy. I gained the top of the stairs and headed for Faizel's room, throwing open his door and sauntering inside. He followed me in, his hand flicking the door closed behind us. It almost did close but didn't latch. I didn't care. I was already on my knees, staring at that big, thick cock thrusting from the dark curls of his bush, his heavy balls swaying beneath them. He had such stamina. His father was insatiable at this age. Once we were married, he would fuck me over and over, sometimes all night long. But we never did all the naughty things I'd done with my sons. Anal sex. Blowjobs. Double penetration. “Mmm, yes, let mommy take care of you,” I groaned, running my hands up and down his muscular thighs. “Let me clean off your whore-sister's ass from your cock.” He just smiled at me while his hands grabbed my hijab, pulling it off my head. My black hair spilled about my face. He ran his hands through the silky strands as I leaned in. I breathed in, smelling his salty precum mixing with the sour tang of my daughter's asshole. Such a depraved hunger shot through me. My tongue flicked out, swirling around the crown of his dick, tasting Leyla's bowels on my son's dick. He groaned, hand tightening in my hair. I caressed the tip, cleaning off my daughter's ass. My hands squeezed his muscular thighs, loving how hairy they were, how strong he was. “That's it, Mom,” he groaned. “Just suck all of Leyla's ass off of me. Mmm, you are a naughty mom.” “A good mom,” I groaned. “One who loves her sons so much.” He just grinned at me which turned into an open-mouth groan as my lips slid over his dick. I shuddered, sucking at his dick, the sour flavor of ass swelling in my mouth. It was such a dirty taste, something so naughty. Heat rippled out of my pussy, my body quivering as I slurped on my son's cock. My tongue danced about his shaft, working to clean off every bit. I'd seen Clint's women do this, sucking their ass off his dick. He'd fuck their mouths, make them swallow every inch of his shaft. Deep-throat him. My pussy clenched as I took more and more of my son's cock, staring up at him and taking such motherly pride in the pleasure crossing his strong face. “Damn, Mom,” he panted as his dick brushed the back of my throat. “You're not going to do that? Svetlana doesn't even do that.” Svetlana was his American girlfriend, a whore who put out. She wasn't good enough to marry my son, but she had holes for him to satiate his desires. Still, she should do this much for my son. Maybe I should talk to her. I kept pressing my mouth down his cock. I relaxed my gullet, fighting my gag reflex. I coughed once then shivered as his dick slid down my esophagus. I sucked in breaths through my mouth, my throat stretched so open. It felt so weird, so wrong. But the moans my son made caused me to shudder. So worth it. “You are the best mom,” he groaned as my lips pressed into his thick pubic hair, my tongue caressing his sour shaft. “Damn, yes.” I swallowed, massaging his dick with my throat. He groaned as I drew back my mouth, sucking so hard, polishing his dick. My tongue danced around his cock, searching for every bit of sour musk remaining. I wanted him so clean. I shuddered, my hands squeezing his thighs, my fingers wanting to attack my dripping pussy. My cunt smoldered. A fire ready to erupt in my nethers. I sucked harder, bobbing my mouth, fucking his cock down my throat over and over. It went easier and easier. His chest rose and fell above me, muscles rippling as he savored the pleasure of his mother's mouth. “I'm going to cum so hard, Mom,” he groaned. “Shit. Just keep sucking and deep-throating me. You are such a great cock-sucker, Mom. Just the best.” My pussy clenched. My tongue danced around the crown of his dick before I slid my mouth down his shaft again. He groaned as I swallowed his cock once more. He worked down my gullet, my moans massaging his dick. Pleasure spilled across his face. I sucked hard, sliding my mouth up his dick. The sour musk almost vanished, only the salty taste of his dick remained. And what a wonderful flavor that was. A heady wave washed through me. I felt so wicked. Such a naughty mother. “Mom!” he grunted, my only warning. Hot cum spurted into my mouth. My son's salty treat spilled into my mouth. I shuddered, the thick cream spilling around my mouth. I savored the flavor, another tremble racing through my body. I gulped down his jizz. It warmed down to my belly while my son groaned. Such pleasure spilled across Faizel's face. I gave him this rapture. My mouth. I excited him. He thought I was hot. Sexy. He grunted as he spilled the last blast of cum into my mouth. I swirled it around, loving the taste in my mouth, savoring it before I gulped it down. “Damn, Mom,” he groaned, breathing heavily. “Just damn.” I popped my mouth off his dick and rose. “Mmm, there, you're all clean.” “And what about you?” he asked, his hands seizing my hips. “I bet your pussy is on fire.” “I was just helping out my son,” I said, shuddering as his hands slid up my body to cup my large breasts through my blouse and bra. “That's all.” He squeezed, brushing my hard nipples. “Mmm, right.” He backed me to his bed, kneading my tits. I sank down on it. And he followed. Such a naughty boy. He knew he shouldn't do this with his mother. I wasn't a slut like Leyla. But he wanted me too badly to care. His fingers moved from my breasts to the buttons. He worked them down. “Mmm, do you like your mother's tits?” I asked when he'd opened my blouse, exposing my dusky breasts cupped in a cream colored bra. “Definitely,” he groaned, pushing the blouse off my shoulder. His hands moved behind my back as the top slipped down my arms. He found the clasp of my bra, unhooked it with skill. My breasts swayed as he pulled it off. “They're amazing.” His hands squeezed my naked tits, my brown nipples thrusting hard and fat. He pressed his face between them, nuzzling at the breasts he nursed at as a baby. I shuddered, his lips kissing and sucking at my inner slopes, face turning back and forth to love both my boobs. “Do your friends ever talk about me?” I asked, his fingers rubbing my nipples as he enjoyed my tits, tingles racing down to my molten pussy. “Oh, yes,” he grinned. “They think you're a MILF. A—” “Mother I'd Love to Fuck,” I purred. “I know the term. So they find me sexy?” “Oh, yes, Mom,” he panted. “You got these big tits. You can't hide them. Even in your conservative blouses. They all stare at them. And your ass. You have a great ass. You and Ms. Samuels are the two MILFs all the boys want to fuck. The hottest teachers at our college.” “Both MILFs with big tits, huh?” I asked. “Yeah,” he groaned, squeezing my soft breasts with those strong hands. I shuddered as he sucked on my right nipple, his lips sealing about the nub. My body squirmed beneath him, the bed creaking. As he loved my tits, I remembered the way the boys in my class looked at me when I unbuttoned my blouse during my last lesson. Especially Pete. He had that virgin vibe. And his parents were rich... “Oh, Faizel, yes,” I moaned as my son nibbled on my nipple. “Mmm, such a good, strong boy. Yes, yes, you know how to treat your mother.” His mouth popped off my nub, leaving it wet and glistening. “Yes, I do. I know just what you need.” I groaned as he engulfed my left nipple. He sucked so hard, sending the pleasure straight down to my pussy. His hands stroked down my smooth belly to my skirt. He found the claps, loosening it. I lifted my ass, helping him push it down my thighs as he loved my breasts. Then his hands found my panties. His thumbs hooked the waistband. He peeled down the cream-colored satin. Cool air brushed my drenched bush. My pussy tingled. I squirmed, my snatch begging to be touched. My panties joined my skirt on the floor. His hands pushed my thighs apart. He popped his mouth off my nipple, his eyes locked between my legs. On the pussy that birthed him. I licked my lips as my son leaned down and pressed his face into my black bush. I shuddered as my son licked through my pussy. “So how does it feel having a mother all your friends want to fuck?” I asked as pleasure rushed through me. His tongue dragged through the folds of my married cunt, flicking my clit as he stared up at me. “Makes me glad I get to fuck you.” “You are such a bad son. That's your father's pussy you're licking.” “Yes, it is,” he said with such pride. Then he licked my snatch again. My entire body quivered. The pleasure rushed through me as he ate my pussy with such gusto. When Leyla did it, she had a gentle lust. She hungered for my snatch, licked me hard, but she didn't have this rough domination of my cunt. She didn't try to own it the way her older brother did. Faizel devoured my cunt like he owned my pussy. He swirled his tongue through my sheath, probing the hole that birthed him. Pleasure rushed through me. I drank it in, loving the incestuous delight of my son pleasing me. I gasped and moaned, humping against him as his nose rubbed against my clit. “That's it,” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, that's how you thank your mother for everything she's done.” “You've done so much,” he groaned. “Like sucking my dick clean of my sister's asshole.” “Yes, yes, yes!” I shuddered, his tongue diving deep into my snatch, stirring through my folds. I was on fire from watching my son fuck my slut-daughter and then from sucking his dick clean of her ass. My orgasm swelled so fast. “Getting your dick clean to fuck pussy.” “Your pussy,” he growled. “That's why you did it.” I shuddered, biting my lip. I wasn't a slut. I wasn't. “Just being a good mother.” “And I'm being a good son.” He sucked on my clit. Hard. My orgasm exploded through me. My pleasure squeaked through me. I gasped and shuddered. I humped against him as the rapture flooded through my body. My big tits heaved as the bed creaked beneath me. My thighs locked on his head, holding him in place as he sucked on my clit. Then he jammed fingers into my convulsing snatch. My eyes rolled back into my head. I savored the pleasure of having my cunt eaten. A delight Karim never gave me, but one I'd learned to enjoy from my daughter. And my son showed me such skill at it. His fingers pumped in and out of my cumming snatch. My flesh spasmed about him, drinking in the friction of his plunging digits. His tongue flicked and battered my clit, the sparks setting off new explosions of orgasmic delight. My son kept me cumming. He kept me gasping and moaning and heaving on the bed. He plundered my pussy, gave me such rapture. My mind boiled. I loved having my pussy licked. I gripped his curly hair, holding his face to my cunt. “Yes, yes, yes,” I snarled. “Oh, my son is such a stud. I raised such a strong, young man! Oh, yes!” He stared up at me with such hungry eyes. He needed something from me now. “Fuck me,” I gasped as the pleasure raged through my body. “Fuck your mother with that big cock! Let Mommy's pussy make you cum so hard!” He grinned at me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leyla Umayyah I held my phone to my ear, trembling, waiting for my friend Kimmy to say something. My brothers' cum leaked out of my pussy and asshole as I knelt on the living room floor. All the dazed euphoria of my many orgasm from taking both their dicks in my holes vanished, swallowed by the fear that I'd ruined my friendship with the blonde girl on the other end of the line. Today, after servicing my first customer, President Carver, I found my friend Kimmy waiting for me in hall outside my mom's classroom. She was shocked my mom had whored me out. And, in a fit of sluttish lust, I took advantage of my friend. I kissed her. I fingered her pussy. I made her cum so hard. But when I wanted her to return the favor to my slutty cunt, she freaked out and fled. I'd been nervous all day that I ruined our friendship. She was such an innocent girl. As close as an American girl could get to being a good, Muslim woman. She dressed modestly, except she left her blonde hair uncovered, and was a virgin. She'd never done anything sexual with someone until I molested her nineteen-year-old cunt in the bathroom at our college today. “Kimmy, say something,” I said. “Leyla, I...” Her voice was quiet, almost strangled. “I... Just wanted to...” “It's okay. You can say it.” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the condemnation, for the anger and betrayed hurt. “I want to apologize.” I blinked. “For what?” “For...you know.” I shook my head, utterly baffled. “I really, really don't know, Kimmy. I was the one that kissed you. Fingered you. I should be apologizing. I shouldn't have done that.” “No, no,” she said quickly. “I...I liked that. A lot. I...I never came before. Not even when I...I touched myself.” “You masturbate?” I asked. “But you never cum?” “I would feel good, but...nothing like what we did. None of those fireworks.” She swallowed. “I knew you needed me to...to do the same to you. I should have... But I was so confused. We're both girls. And I like boys and... I just freaked out. I should have... I should have made you cum, too. I'm sorry.” “You don't have to be,” I said. “Really. It's fine. You were scared. That's okay. I'm just glad we can still be friends.” “Of course.” I could hear the smile in Kimmy's face. I pictured her beaming as she sat on her bed, surrounded by her stuffed animals, braces glinting on her teeth. “We'll always be friends. Me, you, Izzy, and Kendra. Best friends forever.” “Forever,” I said, sighing. I leaned back against the couch, spreading my thighs apart. I stared down at my shaved twat, my younger brother's cum staining my flushed vulva. My finger rubbed at the jizz, drawing milky patterns across my pudenda. “So you don't mind that I'm a slut?” “No, no.” She paused. “In fact... I kind think it's...it's hot.” “Really?” I asked, forming a little heart out of cum, the pearly jizz drying on my skin. “Yeah. I mean... You fucked your brother Faizel at college today.” Something breathy had entered her voice, her words coming out quicker. “I couldn't stop thinking about that all day.” “Ooh, so you want to fuck that hunky brother of yours?” I asked, my finger sliding down to my clit. I rubbed my little nub, sparks shooting through my body. Carter was cute. “Not my brother.” She sounded hesitant again. “Well, who?” I so wanted to know. My finger danced faster on my clit, my pussy clenching, more of Jalal's cum pouring out of my cunt. I squirmed on the wet spot made of my brothers' combined jizz leaking out of my holes. “You can tell me. I've fucked both my brothers, my dad, and the president of my college. Nothing you can admit that would shock me.” “It's my dad.” She let out a girlish squeal of excitement. “He's just so sexy. I think about him all the time.” “Ooh, I bet. Having sex with my dad is amazing. It's my favorite.” I trembled. “I just feel so close with my dad. Like it's so special that we're having sex.” “I want that!” Kimmy said. “I want to be a slut just like you. But I don't know how to do it. How to have sex with my dad. How'd you do it?” “My mom trained me.” My eyes widened. “I just had the most amazing idea. Let me talk to her. I bet she can train you, too. Help you fuck your dad.” “Really?” “Really.” I winced at the shriek from my friend. I pulled my phone from my ear as her girlish excitement, and incestuous lust, burst out of her. I couldn't help smiling. I would help my friend discover her inner slut. Just like mom did for me. “Okay, let me talk to her. I'll let you know what's going on.” “Yes, yes,” Kimmy said. “Oh, Leyla, you are the greatest friend ever. I could just kiss you.” “Oh, I'll hold you to that,” I told her. “Kiss me. Finger me. Lick my pussy. I want to feel those braces on my twat.” “Deal,” she said. “I would gladly lick your pussy all day if it meant I could make love with my daddy!” “You will. No guy can resist a slut. I'll talk to you later.” “Bye!” I wanted to keep masturbating as I ended the call, but I was so excited. I hoped to my feet, my round breasts jiggling before me. Cum trickled down my thighs, leaking out of both holes. I loved it, feeling like just such a slut. I gripped my phone in hand, my pussy on fire, and then wondered where my mom was. Not in the kitchen. I didn't hear any sounds of dinner being started. She must be upstairs. I took the stairs two at a time. Just as I reached the top, I heard a woman moaning. Panting. I froze, blinking. I looked down the hallway. Faizel's door was cracked open. The sounds bled out of there. Did he have Svetlana in there? Had his girlfriend come over while I was out of it recovering from my orgasms? “Fuck me,” the unmistakable sound of my mother's voice said. “Fuck your mother with that big cock! Let Mommy's pussy make you cum so hard!” Confusion struck me. I padded down the hallways, reaching the door. I pushed it open, seeing my mom lying on her back naked, her big tits heaving. Faizel rose from between her thighs, his mouth and chin smeared with her pussy juices. His big cock thrust before him. He crawled up her body, his dick swaying. Her hand grabbed his shaft, guiding it to her dark bush with greedy excitement. Why was Mom fucking Faizel? I was available if my brother needed more satisfaction. I was just downstairs. He could have rammed his dick into my pussy or I could have sucked on him. Or he could even have enjoyed my asshole again. I liked it when he fucked me in the asshole while I rode Jalal's cock. But why was mom doing this? She rubbed his cock up and down her pussy like I would. Like a slut would. Was she...? My hand drifted down my stomach to my clit. I rubbed it again, watching as Faizel rammed his cock into our mother's cunt. Her body shuddered, her big tits jiggling as she took his dick to the hilt, pulling him down for an incestuous kiss. As I frigged my clit, my fingers moved on my phone, almost on their own, opening up the camera app, hitting record. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mrs. Umayyah I kissed my son so hard as his dick filled me. He felt so amazing in me. His cock spread me open, gave my pussy the relief it had craved all day. Masturbating while watching President Carver fuck my daughter and then my two sons using her holes hadn't been enough. I came, more than once, but this is what I needed. A hard shaft in my pussy pumping away. The bed creaked as he pounded my pussy. My son plunged over and over into me. Such an incestuous thrill shot through me to feel him in me again. He belonged in my cunt. My thighs locked around him, my hips undulating, pumping away, meeting his thrusts. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. They spilled through me, leaving me gasping and groaning. My eyes rolled back into my head, stars dancing through my vision. My clit savored his pubic bone slapping into my crotch every time he buried into me, his balls heavy as they thwacked into my taint. I loved it. My body drank in his youthful passion. His strong chest crushed my breasts. Faizel broke the kiss. “That's what you need, Mom.” “Yes,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, Faizel, fuck your mother. Mmm, you need to cum so badly, don't you? Just dump your jizz into me.” “Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, thrusting harder and harder. His balls smacked so hard into me, full of that incestuous seed I wanted to feel spurting inside of me. “Damn, Mom, you have such a hot, tight cunt.” “And you have such a big cock.” My snatch clenched down on his dick. “Oh, yes, I raised a hung son!” Motherly pride met incestuous pleasure. They swirled together inside of me. Delight spilled through me, rippling through my body with every thrust of his dick into my depths. He grunted, groaned, staring down at me with such lust. Yes, young men wanted me. I was a MILF. A mother they wanted to fuck. And they had such energy. They thrust so hard. My fingernails clawed at his back as he hammered me. His dick pumped away into my silky hole, the friction burning so hard, leaving me dizzy with euphoria. My neck arched, my vision dancing around the room and— “Leyla!” I gasped; my slut-daughter was masturbating in the doorway while peering in at us. “Oh, Leyla, yes, watch. This is how a slut fucks a stud. Mmm, come closer. Get a good view.” “Yes, Mother,” my daughter said, so submissive. She pushed the door open, her cell phone clenched in her left hand, her right frigging away at her clit. Probably texting her friend while masturbating. She couldn't do anything without her phone at least in her pocket. But I didn't care right now. Not when my eldest son fucked my pussy so hard. Nor with my daughter watching, her dark eyes staring at the meeting of incestuous flesh, mother and son coming together in forbidden union. It made me feel even more wanton. Her firm, youthful breasts jiggled as she frigged her clit, little whimpers escaping her lips. “Yes, yes, just watch your brother fuck me hard!” I groaned. “See how I'm holding him. How I'm pumping away with my hips. How I moan. You have to moan. They have to know they're giving you pleasure. It makes them feel like they're studs. And your brother is such a stud! He's fucking me so hard. I love it!” “You love it?” Leyla asked, her eyes so wide. “Don't you love it?” I groaned. “I'm a slut.” “Yes, you are,” I panted, my snatch tightening on her brother's dick, pleasure rippling through me. “Such a naughty whore. You're going to make Mommy so much money.” “Uh-huh,” she purred, rubbing her clit faster. Faizel kissed and nuzzled at my neck as he fucked me. He rammed that amazing dick so hard into me. I clutched his muscular body to me, drinking in my daughter's presence. She watched, learning new ways to please her clients. She would be the best whore. Such a good earner. Her hand gripped her phone so tight as she masturbated. She slipped two of her fingers into her shaved snatch, Jalal's cum leaking out around her digits. She rubbed the heel of her hand into her clit, grinding against her bud as she fucked her twat. She got off on watching her brother fuck her mother. Just like a slut should. My orgasm swelled faster and faster with her watching. I kept staring at her youthful titties. Those young boobs all the male teachers would pay so much for. They would slobber over them, pawing them, before they fucked her barely legal cunt. I would make so much money. “Oh, yes!” I groaned, my orgasm swelling faster and faster. “Faizel! I'm going to cum!” “Yes,” he grunted. “Cum on my dick, Mom. Milk it. Milk out all my cum into your cunt. Then Leyla can lick you clean.” “Yes!” whimpered my daughter, her entire body trembling, her fingers squelching as they plunged into her sloppy snatch. “I will, Mother!” The little slut came saying those words. I could see it in the way her body convulsed, the way she whimpered. Such pleasure crossed my daughter's face, her tongue dancing across her lips. She hungered to lick my pussy clean of Faizel's cum. His dick plunged into my snatch. The friction burned hot through me. His pubic bone mashed into my clit. Sparks exploded. My pussy convulsed about his dick. I bucked and spasmed beneath my son. Euphoric rapture surged through me. He groaned, driving his cock into my cunt's milking embrace. Every thrust sent more waves washing through me, drowning my mind in ecstasy. “Cum in me!” I gasped. “Cum in your mother!” “Yes!” he grunted and buried into me. His cum spurted hot into my depths. I savored the incestuous thrill, staring at my daughter as her brother filled me to the hilt with jizz. So many yummy drops of spunk for her to lick out of me. More orgasms for my body to enjoy. I loved having a slut for a daughter. “Ooh, there's so much for you to enjoy,” I panted, my orgasm peaking through me. Faizel grunted, his dick spurting a final time. “You're going to feast on me.” “I am, Mother!” she whimpered, breasts jiggling as her orgasm died down in her. She pulled out her fingers, bringing them to her mouth, licking off her own cream and Jalal's cum. I shuddered again as my son panted atop me. I savored his weight on me. I stared at my daughter, noticed her shifting her hips. She looked like she wanted to ask me something. She must have come looking for me for a reason then lost control of her slutty pussy when she found me satiating her brother in her place. “Did you need something?” I asked. She flicked her eyes to Faizel. “Can we talk, Mother?” “Of course, of course,” I said, pushing on my son. He rolled off of me, bringing a whimper from my lips as his dick popped out of my pussy. I clamped a hand over my snatch, trapping in all that yummy cum for my daughter to enjoy. “I always have time to talk to my good, little slut.” I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she liked being referred to in that way. Her back straightened, thrusting out those firm, youthful breasts of hers. They bounced and jiggled, her nipples so hard atop them. I fought the urge to bend over and suck on the nub. So instead I just grabbed one between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on it. I turned her around and led her out of her brother's room. I loved leading her like this. Faizel grabbed his phone, texting on it, a big smile on his face. His eyes flicked up to me, smoldering with the promise of more pleasure to cum. My pussy tingled in delight. I tugged harder on my daughter's nipple as I fought such a wanton moan. As I led my compliant daughter down the hallway, I wondered what she needed to talk to me about. Did she have qualms about being a whore? No, no, she loved it. I could see it in her eyes. She was proud to help her family out by using her body and... What if she told her father? “I hope you will be discreet about your prostitution,” I told her as I led her into my bedroom. “Discreet?” “With your father.” I twisted her nipple. “He doesn't need to know just how much of a slut you are. He's already ashamed enough that you're a little whore without knowing you're selling your body to other men.” “But... Doesn't he want to know how I'm helping the family?” “He wouldn't accept the money if he knew how you earned it.” I rolled her nipple between my fingers. “But don't worry, I know how to explain the new money to him. So you don't need to worry one bit. Just another secret to keep from him.” “Like when you have sex with my brothers?” I gave her a look. “That's just me helping out my sons while you're busy.” “But I was downstairs and—” Leyla sucked in a pain-filled breath as I pinched her nipple hard. “You were recovering from your orgasms. I didn't want to push you. I was concerned about you, but Faizel needed satisfaction. You turned him on so much. You're too much of a whore for your own good, okay?” I gave her a smile. “I love my little slut.” I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. “Now, what did you need?” I let go of her nipple and spread out on the bed, my left hand still clamped over my pussy. I parted my thighs and smiled as she slipped between my legs, setting her phone on the bed beside her. She leaned down, black hair sweeping about her youthful face. “My friend Kimmy called,” she said as I lifted my hand so she could feast on my pussy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leyla Umayyah I took my first lick through my mom's pussy. Her explanation about why she was with my older brother sounded so believable. But there was something about how...enthusiastic she was with Faizel. She wasn't just doing it as a chore. She enjoyed my brother fucking her. But shouldn't she only want Dad to fuck her? Her tangy pussy juices and Faizel's salty cum stained my tongue as I stared up at her. She shuddered as I took another lick. The two flavors burst to life on my tongue. A naughty thrill shot down to my pussy, growing another whorish itch in me. “And what did Kimmy want?” Mom asked, her hips shaking. Between licks of her yummy pussy, I told her about the conversation. Mom drank in my words, and the delight of my tongue dragging through the folds of her pussy. She shuddered, hands playing with her stomach, her big boobs jiggling. More and more cum leaked out of her pussy as I spoke, forcing me to lap it up before I could continue. I loved the flavor so much. My mom's pussy and my brother's jizz. Such a wrong, incestuous delight. Something no daughter should experience in a perfect world but one I was so glad to enjoy. I was a slut. And the perks were so delicious. “That's very interesting,” Mom said when I finished telling her about my conversation with Kimmy. “Uh-huh,” I purred, pressing my face into the folds of her snatch, her thick bush tickling my cheeks and nose. I loved the feeling. I licked and nuzzled. Mom groaned, her hands sliding faster on her stomach, rubbing her smooth, dusky-brown skin. I stared at her jiggling breasts, loving the way they moved and rippled, her dark nipples swaying at the top. I reached up her body, grasping both her boobs, massaging them as I feasted on her creampie. My tongue wiggled into the depths of her pussy, swirling around. I scooped up more of my older brother's cum out of Mom's snatch. Salty cum infused with tangy pussy cream. My own juices poured down my thighs, my twat growing hotter and hotter with every lick. “Very interesting,” Mom said, her hands cupping mine, pressing them into her boobs. Her pillowy flesh spilled over my fingers as she guided my hands, moving them around her tits. To her hard nipples. “Having another slut would help us make more money,” Mom mused, her hips grinding against my pussy. “And her father has money. He would make a very good client.” My mom shuddered. “Ooh, isn't it so hot having a man pay to fuck his own daughter?” “Uh-huh,” I moaned into her snatch. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I wanted to pull my hands away from Mom's boobs, but she held them in place, massaging them into her tits, rubbing my palms into her fat nipples. The hard nubs rubbed on my skin as she squirmed, grinding her snatch on my face. I licked faster through her snatch. I gathered up the last drops of my brother's spunk, leaving only tangy pussy juices to enjoy. Good thing I loved hot snatch. I fluttered my tongue through my mom's pussy, rubbing my nose against her clit. She moaned, her tits rising and falling faster and faster beneath her hands. Her excitement built and built. Her dark eyes smoldered, staring down at me as I feasted on her incestuous cunt. A smile played on her lips. “Ooh, I have the perfect idea,” she groaned, her pussy growing hotter on my mouth. “What?” I asked, my cunt tightening, aching to be touched. A tremble raced through my body as I waited to hear. “Maybe Kimmy should invite you over for a slumber party on Friday night.” Mom squeezed my hands tight into her tits, her fingernails biting into the back of my hand. “Okay,” I panted then fluttered my tongue through her snatch again, making her squirm and groan. “Her mom's out of town this weekend, right?” she asked. “A business trip.” I nodded my head, smearing my mouth through my mom's pussy. “So it'll just be you two girls and her father.” “What about her brother?” I asked. “He might be around.” “On a Friday night? I bet he'll find something to keep himself occupied.” Mom smiled broadly. “Maybe Faizel can help us out. Hook him up with some pussy or something. I have Carter in one of my classes. He's cute. Girls will be fawning over him.” “Okay,” I said. Mom humped harder and harder against me, her excitement building. “I'll drop you off and proposition her father. I'll show him the video of you fucking your brothers and then make him think it's you he's fucking that night while Kimmy's “asleep.” But you'll need to blindfold him. Then Kimmy can slip in and ride him instead.” “Oh, Mom, that's hot,” I moaned then sucked on her clit. “It is,” she moaned, squeezing her hands tight about my tits. Her body shuddered beneath me. “So hot! It'll be one wild night for everyone!” She smeared her pussy across my mouth. Her juices flooded out, tangy and wonderful. She quivered in orgasmic delight. I lapped up her flood, my hips wiggling as the itch built and built in my own snatch. I wanted to cum so badly. I had to masturbate. I tried to pull my hands from Mom's tits, but she kept them pinned in place as she shuddered through her orgasm, smearing her snatch against my face, bathing me in her incestuous cream. “Mmm,” she whimpered. “Oh, my little slut is such a good pussy licker.” Her eyes flicked down at me. “And you have a hot cunt, don't you?” “I do, Mother,” I whimpered, jerking harder to get my hands free. “Mmm, why don't we sixty-nine? Let your mother take care of that hot pussy. Even slut-daughters need their mother's love.” I hesitated. She must have enjoyed licking my pussy earlier if she wanted to eat it again. My mother was a slut. What should I do about that? It would hurt Dad so much to learn the truth. Should I keep it from him? I moved even as my thoughts were conflicted. I straddled my mom's face. Her hands seized my firm ass, pulling me down to her mouth. She nuzzled against my pussy as my dangling, black hair brushed her thighs. “Mmm, some of your brother's cum is still in your snatch,” she purred right before she licked me. I shuddered, her tongue dancing through my folds. I whimpered, leaning my mouth down to her pussy. I pressed into her folds again, licking her with delight as pleasure flooded through my body. I didn't know what to do about Mom being a slut instead of a good woman. But right now, I couldn't think about it. Not with that delight rippling out of my cunt. I whimpered into her snatch as my mom's tongue fluttered into my pussy. She swirled around, rooting out Jalal's cum, savoring my baby brother's jizz. “Oh, that's good,” she groaned, her fingers kneading my ass, pulling me tight against her body. Her big breasts rubbed on my stomach. My smaller tits pressed into hers. I shuddered atop her, squirming, grinding my shaved snatch on her mouth as I feasted on her tangy muff. Our tongues danced through each other's pussy, pleasing each other, reveling in lesbian incest. I lapped from her clit through her folds over and over. My fingers reached around to pull apart her labia, exposing her pink depths. I buried my tongue into her delights, soaking it in her tangy cream, making her whimper into my pussy. “Such a slutty daughter,” she moaned, her fingers sliding into my butt-crack. She found my asshole, stroking it. “Mmm, you're going to make Mommy so much money.” “I am,” I groaned. “Me and Kimmy will..” “And maybe your other friends, too.” “Yes, Mother.” Her finger jabbed into my asshole. Her mouth latched onto my clit. She sucked hard. Such pleasure surged through me. My slutty cunt drank in the sensations, my whorish bowels savoring her finger pumping in and out. My orgasm swept through me, a naughty tsunami of euphoria. I moaned into her pussy, squirming and bucking atop her as I drowned in ecstasy. I kept licking her, making her moan about my clit. We licked and devoured each other. Mother and daughter. Two naughty sluts needing our pussies pleasured. I kept licking her. So long as we were coming, I didn't have to think about what that meant, what I should do. My eyes flicked to my phone as Mom quivered beneath me, her tangy pussy juices flooding my mouth once more. I concentrated on her clit. It was easier just devouring her cunt and letting her finger my asshole. To be continued...

Doctor's Incestuous Family (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Two: Sister's Anal Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! James Wilson I hadn't had a real chance to talk with Jenny, my eighteen-year-old sister, since we made love during their lunch break at school today. We had shared our passion, committing the most wonderful incest I could imagine. We took each other's virginities and discovered new aspects of each other. I had no idea my little sister was so hot. So sexy. So wanton. She had been an eager and active participant, falling to her knees, sucking my cock, begging me to pop her cherry, to cum in and breed her. It had been so wild hearing my uptight, little sister say those words. I never thought she was interested in sex. Not really. She dressed so conservatively, baggy clothing, long skirts, high necklines. Not like the other eighteen-year-olds at our college. Or my fellow nineteen-year-old sophomores. When she burst in on my secret spot on the school grounds where I vaped, a small clearing amid rhododendron bushes behind the school's gym, I had thought she would tattle to our mother. Mom was a doctor, and she hated smoking. Jenny was always tattling on me, following me around, being annoying. Now...she could follow me around all she wanted. What I did not expect to happen after she caught me was for Clint and his little sister, Alicia, to have sex where we could watch. Clint was a legend at our college. Last year, when I was a freshman, he was the junior who had knocked up Pam Hiragawa and his cousin Melody Samuels. He strutted school with both girls on his arms, his own private harem. Rumors persisted he even fucked his other cousin, Lee; his two sisters, Zoey and Alicia; and his aunt, Ms. Samuels, who taught me History this semester. It had been so hot hearing Clint fuck his little sister. He took her hard. She begged him to cum in her, to breed her. Jenny and I had listened, growing hotter and hotter. There was such envy in Jenny's eyes as Clint devoured Alicia's pussy. And then we were masturbating. I was stroking my dick, my sister fingering her twat. We grew hotter and hotter, and before I knew it, I was devouring Jenny's pussy. I made her cum. I fucked her. Came in her. And that, I think, was why she was so nervous when the city bus dropped us off two blocks from our house. She was silent as we walked home. Normally, I wouldn't have even said anything to her, letting her walk ahead while I texted my friends. “You okay?” I asked her as she walked, so tense, up to the door of our house. “I'm fine,” she said, her voice strained. Jenny was a cute girl, her light-brown hair held back from her face by a pink headband, her cheeks delicate, her lips pink and kissable. Beneath her dress and tights, she had a sexy body with round breasts and pink nipples and sleek thighs. She definitely could dress better. “Is it about what we did?” I asked as she pulled out her keys from her purse. Mom was at her practice and Dad was long gone. “It takes more than once to get pregnant.” Jenny shook her head. “I'm in the middle of my cycle.” She jammed the key into her lock. “It's the best time for me to get pregnant. And it can take only once.” She shivered. “The precum alone leaking from your cock has enough sperm in it to impregnate me.” “Really?” I asked. “Didn't you pay attention to Mom's lectures?” Jenny shouldered open our front door. “She was quite clear with me.” Our mother was a gynecologist and an obstetrician. If anyone would know, it was her. I swallowed, my stomach tensing. “So...is it for sure that I...?” “Knocked me up?” Her voice grew brittle. “No. There's no guarantee your sperm will find my egg. There's a lot of factors from incompatible blood types to acidity levels in my vagina to your sperm's mobility. It's why couples can try for months and months and not conceive. But...” She walked to the couch, dropped her purse and bookbag, and slumped down onto it, her face pale. I closed the front door and followed her. I sat down beside her, closer than I would have. Things were different between us. What happened today was special. She was my little sister. I wanted to protect her, love her, make her feel better. I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me. “Well, I'm here for you. Whatever you decide.” Her hands rubbed at her stomach. “You mean that?” “Yeah.” “And what about Mom?” She squirmed. “She's going to find out. I can't hide a pregnancy from her. Not her.” “Well, you're eighteen. Girls get pregnant at your age.” “She'll be so mad.” Her blue eyes trembled as they stared up at me. “She'll hate me.” “Mom won't hate you.” I squeezed her shoulder. “I won't let her.” “What do I tell her about the father?” “That it was a stupid one time thing, and you don't really know him. He goes to another school, you didn't catch his name, and you have no way to contact him.” “So I shouldn't say you're the father?” My heart clenched. Panic boiled through my stomach. “Jesus, Jenny, no. She'll kill me for real. You're my sister. What we did was illegal.” “That didn't stop you from putting your cock in me and fucking me and cumming in me,” she pointed out, her hand resting on my thigh. “Well, no,” I swallowed. “But you wanted it. You were begging for it.” “Begging for it?” she arched an eyebrow. “That's your excuse?” Panic swirled through my stomach. “I... I mean. You were consenting. You were the one who fell to her knees and sucked my cock.” “Relax.” She gave my thigh a squeeze which sent a tingle racing up my leg. “I'm not going to tell Mom.” I gave a big sigh of relief. “Thanks.” “I know you think I'm a tattletale.” I flushed. “Sorry.” “No, no. I was. I just...wanted your attention. Ever since I can remember you've been my cool, older brother and I wanted to be your wife. I told Mom that when I was five or six, and she laughed. Said it was normal and I'd grow out of it. But I didn't. When I hit puberty and...things changed.” “Developed?” I grinned, my eyes flicking down to her breasts. Her clothing didn't emphasize them, but I knew they were round and succulent. “Yes.” Her cheeks were so red. “Well, I wanted to be your wife, but also your girlfriend. Your lover. I...wanted what happened today so badly. So that's why I'm always around. I just wanted you to notice me. And when you didn't, I would get mad and...” “Tattletale.” She nodded. “Sorry.” “So you went out there wanting me to pop your cherry?” I grinned. “You were hoping you'd, what, catch me jerking off instead of vaping.” “Well, I know you like Ms. Samuels and her big boobs, and you have her right before lunch, and the way she dresses...” Jenny shifted, glancing down at her own breasts. “And every boy in my history class talks about how they want to 'tap that ass' as they put it.” “Well, she does have great cans,” I said, watching her squirm. “But so do you.” “Really?” There was such a hopeful edge to them. “Oh, yes, little sis, you have a hot body.” Her hand stroked higher up my thigh. “James...” She said, her voice tight. “You know...you already came in me today... And...if it's already too late...” My dick throbbed. “Yeah, it probably is. So no harm, no fowl if we....” Her hand reached my cock, rubbing it through my jeans. I ached and throbbed, groaning as she squeezed and relaxed. The pleasure rushed through my body. My toes curled in my shoes as I let out a groan of delight. “You are a horny minx, sis.” “Thank you, big brother,” she cooed, squirming. “Will you eat my pussy again? It was so amazing. I came so hard on your lips.” “Yes,” I groaned. “But first, get naked for me.” “Here?” She bit her lip, looking around the living room. “Mom won't be home for two hours at least. Let me see that sexy bod. Those tits. Show me how much better they are than Ms. Samuels.” Her grin grew and she let out an excited squeal before throwing her arms about my neck and kissing me hard. Her lips melted against mine, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. I held her, kissing her back, savoring how naughty this was. Her body pressed against mine, feeling the shape of her breasts as she tried to devour my mouth. My little sister was a horny minx. I loved it. Her arms tightened, clinging to me with a hungry need. I felt how much she wanted me, how much it meant to her that I was paying attention to her. My dick throbbed in my jeans, aching to bury into her pussy. But I had to please her first. Clint devoured Alicia's pussy before he fucked her. And it was clear his little sister would do anything for him. And I think I understood why. He gave her what she needed. He devoured her pussy, made her cum, and let her be his little princess. Guys I knew just cared about busting their nut. None of them had meaningful relationships. They had girls they hooked up with. Some were almost like real girlfriends, but they would cheat on them if they had a chance. They didn't care about the girl. Why would they? Modern girls thought they had to put out, that they were emancipated and should just give themselves to the guys because if they didn't, others would. And the guys loved it. Jenny broke the kiss, breaking away from me. “You really think my tits are better than Ms. Samuels?” “Yes,” I groaned. “I love you, big brother,” she grinned, her hips shaking as she pulled off her headband. Her brown hair fell about her face and shoulders, sweeping around as she shook her head. “That's hot,” I groaned. She beamed at me, her hips rolling. “You think I'm hot, big brother?” “Yeah.” My mouth was so dry. “Yeah, I do.” Her fingers went to the buttons of her dress. “Good.” I squirmed on the couch, my dick throbbing so hard as I watched her fingers work each button of her dress. My heart pounded in my chest as she revealed her snowy flesh. Then the racy red of her bra. She dressed like a frumpy church wife, but her underwear was so hot, so sexy. It was so shocking to see such a lacy bra, the material transparent in spots, letting her pink areolas and nipples peek through. She shrugged out of her blouse and wiggled the skirt down her hips, exposing her white tights covering her racy, red panties. They almost were a thong cut. Such a naughty pair of panties. She stepped out of her skirt and turned, showing her ass. The panties only covered the top half of her butt-cheeks before the fabric narrowed into a strip vanishing into her crack and clinging to her pussy. “Yes,” I panted, rubbing my dick through my jeans as she peeled off her tights, exposing the creamy flesh of her butt clad in those panties. “Those are hot. I love them.” “My cheekies?” she asked, bending over, the crotch tight against her pussy. She smacked the naked part of her ass. “They're so naughty. I just had to buy them. It makes me feel so wicked walking around in them and no one knows. No one but you, big brother.” “Yeah,” I panted as she stepped out of her tights. She was so slim and sexy. She straightened, reaching behind her and unfastening her blouse. I licked my lips, squeezing my cock so hard through my jeans as she shrugged out of her bra straps. They slipped down her arms, the cups sliding away from her breasts. She dangled her bra to her right, giving me a teasing look over her shoulder before she dropped it. “Where did you learn to do that?” I groaned. Her cheeks when crimson. “Um...porn. And I practiced in my bedroom.” “Stripping.” “Yeah,” she said, wiggling her hips, her ass swaying. “For you.” “Damn, I love it.” She turned around slowly, her round breasts jiggling. They were a lush pair, ivory flesh bleeding into pink areolas, her nipples small but hard, thrusting at me as she faced me. She trembled, putting her hands on her hips, trying to look sexy, but at the same time there was a vulnerability about her, a fear glittering in her eyes. “You are the sexiest girl, sis,” I panted. “Damn, I am the luckiest big brother in the world. Your tits are amazing.” Every word relaxed her, transforming her pose from the vulnerable into the sensual as her confidence swelled. Her smile grew smokier. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, the fear vanishing from her eyes, replaced by smoldering desire. Then she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her hips. I had already seen her pussy when I pulled them off her hips just hours ago, but I still salivated, leaning forward as the first brown curls of her bush appeared. She rolled her panties down farther and farther, exposing more of her pubic hair, and then her slit half-hidden by her curls. I smelled her excitement, a tart musk that only made me harder. “Now it's your turn,” she grinned. “Let me see my sexy big brother naked.” I blushed. “Really? You think I'm sexy?” She nodded her head, her hands stroking up and down her body. “You are so cute. All my friends whisper about you.” “Really?” I grinned at her, arching an eyebrow. “I'm not having a threesome with you and one of my friends,” she told me, eyes narrowing. “Had to try,” I shrugged as I stood and peeled off my t-shirt. I played soccer for school and my body was tanned by a summer practicing and playing with my friends. She let out an appreciative moan, licking her lips. I grinned at her as I unfastened my jeans, pushing them down along with my boxers, my cock popping out hard, bobbing before me, my balls aching. “Tada,” I said, standing naked. “Come on, let me see that ass,” Jenny purred. “Girl's like a guy's ass?” I asked, glancing down at my dick. “What about my cock?” “Girls like muscular chests and tight asses. Cocks are okay, I guess.” “Huh,” I said, turning, letting her stare at my ass. I gave her a booty shake which made her clap. “Yay, shake that ass!” she cheered, sounding like a guy at a strip club. Then she smacked my right cheek and squeezed it. “I'm so glad I can do this, big brother.” “Yeah,” I groaned as she pressed against me, her pussy and silky pubic hair rubbing on my butt-cheeks, my cock throbbing as she ground on me. “You're all mine.” Her hands slipped around my stomach, rubbing my abs as she ground on me. I straightened my back, her nipples hard against me. Her lips kissed between my shoulder blades. “And you're mine,” I groaned, my dick growing hotter. “Oh, what are you going to do to me?” “Devour you.” I spun in her embrace, my dick smacking into her hip. She giggled as I seized her, pulling her naked body tight against mine, her breasts rubbing on my chest as I kissed her hard. I pushed her down on the couch as our tongues wrestled, my cock rubbing on her stomach, throbbing. My sister felt so hot against me. I shivered, my tongue probing deep into her mouth as I kissed her. She was so hot. So lithe. I wanted to fuck her so badly. But her pussy brushed my balls, so hot and wet and in need of her big brother's attention. I broke the kiss as she squirmed on the couch. I kissed down her neck, my hands stroking her sides, finding her breasts. I shuddered as I cupped her naked tits, squeezing their firm plumpness. I loved how soft they were. How they felt in my hands. And how my little sister moaned as my lips reached her nipples. “Big brother,” she gasped as I sucked on a pink nub. My tongue explored her nipple. The texture felt delicious on my tongue, winkled and silky at the same time. I sucked hard, making her buck and shudder. I nibbled on it, doing everything I remembered from porn. I sucked so hard, taking as much into my mouth as I could while my fingers played with her other nipple. I pinched and rolled the little nub. I loved the sounds my sister made. She gasped and moaned, squirming, her legs spasming, brushing my naked sides. I squeezed and kneaded her breasts while I played with her nipples. I made her moan and gasp. And that was so hot. “Big brother,” she kept moaning. It was such a sexy thing to hear. My heart beat faster every time. “Love you, big brother.” “Love you, too,” I moaned between sucks on her wonderful nipple. My right hand wandered down her body as I kept playing with her nipple, swirling my tongue, sucking hard, making wet plops every time my mouth popped off. My hand reached her stomach. She squirmed, sucking in a breath as I went lower and lower. And found the silky curls of her pubic hair. Her thighs spread wide, inviting, as my fingers caressed her pubic hair. I stroked her silk as I went lower and lower. She grew hotter, wetter. Her flesh was feverish. And then I found her slit. She dripped. Moans sang from her lips as I rubbed her pussy. I stroked up and down her slit, my fingers parting her folds. I found her pussy's entrance and penetrated her. My dick throbbed. This morning, this hole was virgin territory. No one had gone in here before me. I had broken her in. I had taken my sister's cherry. As her tight snatch clenched on my two probing fingers, my cock ached to bury into her again. Just pull your fingers out of her and let me fuck her, my cock seemed to say. We'll both enjoy it more. I ignored the voice, my fingers pumping into her silky flesh. She was so hot. My thumb slid up her silt and through her curly pubic hair, finding her clit. She gasped, her body bucking as I massaged it, my lips sucking so hard on her nipples. “Oh, big brother,” she moaned, her voice so throaty. She humped and writhed on the couch as I pumped faster and faster. “Oh, that's so nice. Oh, you're such a wonderful big brother.” “I am,” I panted, looking up at her. “I'm going to make you cum so hard.” “Yes,” she moaned, her body trembling as she squirmed. “Oh, I bet you are.” I sucked on her nipple again, pumping faster and faster through her pussy. She moaned, her back arching. I sucked on her left nipple, now. Savoring its texture as I made her moan and squirm. Her thighs wrapped about my waist, gripping me as her pussy clenched and relaxed about my fingers. She grew hotter, wetter. I pumped faster and faster, rubbing my thumb hard. I groaned, releasing her nipple and falling to my knees, her thighs sliding up my sides. I pushed them apart so I could lean in and lick at her folds as I fingered her. I loved her tart juices. Pussy tasted amazing. And this was my little sister's pussy. I fingered her faster and faster, my tongue flicking up to her clit. I sucked on it as I pumped in and out of her silky folds while she squirmed. “Big brother,” she moaned, fingers grabbing my short, brown hair as she trembled. “Oh, yes, big brother. Oh, fuck yes! That's it. That's amazing. Oh, yes! Oh, my god, yes!” She heaved as her orgasm spilled through her. She humped against me. Her eyes fluttered. Her tits bounced as her orgasm burned through her body. Her pussy spasmed on my fingers. I groaned as I sucked on her clit, loving the fact I made my little sister explode. I made her cum. I gave her this pleasure. My fingers pumped faster and faster, reaming in and out of her as she thrashed on the couch. I lapped up her juices, licking around my fingers. Her flesh felt amazing as it spasmed on my fingers. My dick throbbed in such envy. “Big brother, you're such a stud. Oh, god. I want you in me! I want to fuck you! Please, please, big brother. Fuck me! Cum in me! Make sure I'm bred!” She was caught up in the lust again, just like before, not caring if I knocked her up. I didn't care either. Everything else could wait. There was something so primal stirring in me. She wanted me to breed her, and I wanted to do just that. It was pure instinct. Incestuous instinct. I ripped my fingers out of her pussy and moved up her body. Her hands grabbed my cock, guiding me into her pussy. I reached beneath her, grabbing her ass, clutching her as the tip of my dick brushed the wet folds of her pussy. I rammed in. “Yes!” we moaned together as I sank into her spasming folds. She still orgasmed around my cock, her pussy milking my cock. My hands gripped her ass, two fingers on my right hand sticky with her pussy juices. She moaned, humping up to meet my thrusts, my balls smacking into her flesh. I pounded her hard, my cock boiling. I had to cum so badly. She kissed me, her hands grabbing my ass, pulling me into her as she humped against me. Her pussy kept spasming about my dick. Somehow, she was still cumming. One orgasm rolling into another. Was that possible? “Damn,” I groaned, my fingers clenching on her butt-cheeks. “Do you keep cumming?” “Yes, yes, yes,” she squeaked, bucking so hard into me. “Girls can do this... Multi-orgasmic... Yes!” I felt like a stud. I made my sister cum and cum. I hammered her pussy, my dick burying over and over into her depths while her silky pussy massaged my dick. My balls boiled. My cum swelled in them. Her thighs locked so tight about my waist. She humped against me, moaning, her head tossing, brown hair flying. Her breasts jiggled, brushing my chest as she writhed. Her head leaned back against the top of the couch, screaming out her pleasure. “Finger my ass,” she moaned as I kneaded her butt. “What?” I gasped in shock, the words almost throwing off my strokes. “I like to finger my butt when I masturbate,” she moaned. “Do it. Shove your finger in their, big brother! Please!” I didn't need to be told twice. I spread her butt-cheeks and delved my finger into her asshole. I brushed her sphincter. She groaned and gasped, her eyes widening as my middle finger, slick with her juices, probed into her tight, velvety asshole. She came harder, bucking beneath me as I probed deeper and deeper into her tight bowels. It was so different from her pussy. My dick ached, throbbed. I had seen anal in porn before. What would it feel like to fuck my sister's asshole? “Shit,” I groaned, her asshole clenching on my finger. “I'm going to—” Keys rattled in the door. “Mom!” I gasped as fear shot through me. A primal panic filled me. I ripped my cock out of my sister's pussy. Mom's keys fumbled with the lock. She would be in the house in moments. We had to do something? I looked at our clothing lying on the floor, my sister gasping, her blue eyes wide. “Clothes!” I bent down, scooping up as much of hers and mine I could. “Then...bathroom.” There was a first floor bathroom down the short hallway from the living room to the kitchen. The front door opened. My sister and I, holding bundled clothing, fled, our hearts racing. My shoulders tensed, waiting for our mom to scream out at the sight of our naked forms fleeing the living room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dr. Bernice Wilson I couldn't get the image of Cheryl Elliston being fucked by her twenty-year-old son out of my head. After my exam of the pregnant woman, it gnawed at me. She told me she had a one-night stand while on vacation in Cancun, but her body wasn't tan at all. And Clint had knocked up both his cousins. I knew Cheryl and her sister Vicky were close, their children growing up together. And if Clint was fucking his first cousins, who else was he fucking? Even stranger, Cheryl was...excited to be having a baby at her age from a stranger. What if it was Clint's? It was so illegal. So wrong. And yet...it had my pussy tingling. It had me thinking of my own son, James. He had grown into a handsome, young man. He was athletic, with the same boyish handsome face his father had that had me swooning in my younger years. And those blue eyes... It had me so out of sorts. I couldn't focus at work. And since I had no afternoon appointments at my clinic, I decided to head home early instead of working on paperwork like normal. I needed to think, reflect, figure out what to do about Cheryl. Should I confront her? Should I call the police? I bit my lip. Why did it make me so excited picturing Clint and his mother together. I imagined the young buck mounting his busty mother. Cheryl was still gorgeous with her dyed-blonde hair and skinny body. She worked out and ate right. Fuck Mommy, Cheryl moaned in my imagination. Mommy's been so lonely since your dad left me. I blinked at that, Clint shifting into James in my thoughts. Cheryl's husband didn't leave her. Hers had died. And I had been so lonely since Doug abandoned us for that twenty-two-year-old tart who worked at his office. I shook my head. I couldn't be thinking those sort of thoughts. James was my son. My flesh and blood. I spent ten hours delivering him into the world. I carried him inside me for nine months. I couldn't have sex with him. Couldn't let him slide back into my body. I trembled as I walked up to my house's front door, my mind whirling. It twisted my stomach even as my pussy grew so hot. It was wrong. I kept telling myself it was wrong. I would be a horrible monster if I seduced my nineteen-year-old son. I needed to get laid. I needed to find a young stud, someone in his twenties, and just get fucked. Have a one-night stand and get my horniness out of my system. My hands fumbled at my keys. Having a one-night stand sounded like so much work. Especially when I had James in sleeping down the... “No,” I hissed at myself as I struggled to jam the key into the lock. It scraped across the metal before popping in. I twisted it, looking down, lost in my thoughts as I pushed open the door. I stepped into my house, shaking my head, my deviant thoughts assaulting me from— Bang! I blinked at the door being shut hard somewhere in the house. I looked around the living room. “Jenny? James? How many times do I have to tell you not to slam the doors?” I moved into the house. There was a musty smell that reminded me of...pussy juices. I smelled that enough at work. I shook my head. It couldn't be that. I passed into the living room and groaned, spotting a wet spot on my couch. “They need to wipe up their messes,” I muttered. The downstairs shower hissed on. I frowned at that. No one used the downstairs shower. I walked down the hallway to the bathroom door, water splashing. The exhaust fan hummed to life. I knocked on the door. “Mom?” Jenny squeaked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jenny Wilson My heart thudded as Mom knocked on the door. She saw us. She had to have seen us. I stood naked before the door, trembling. James had been smart enough to turn on the shower. Maybe...we could convince her we were showering together to save water. For the environment. That was a thing, right? “Why are you showering downstairs?” Mom asked. My eyes widened. She didn't know James was in here. “Um...James was hogging the upstairs bathroom,” I lied. “And I really needed to shower. I just felt...” “Grody from school?” Mom sounded amused. “Yeah.” James pressed up behind me, his hard cock wet with my pussy juices as it rubbed on my ass. I shivered, his arms sliding around me, one sliding up and cupping my breast, the other reaching for my pussy. I shuddered, biting back a moan as he found my clit. What was he doing? Mom was on the other side of the door. “Okay, honey,” Mom said. “I'll let you have your shower.” “Sure,” I said, trembling. Then, without meaning to, asked, “Why are you home early?” Why did I do that? It was so stupid. I wanted her to leave, especially with James's hands stroking me, his dick rubbing on my ass, his lips nibbling on my neck. Which was wonderful. We were locked in here. We could have more fun. But not if Mom was just outside the door. Although a naughty thrill ran through me. Mom was just outside, and my big brother's fingers danced on my clit, shooting pleasure through me. “I just...had a weird day at the office,” Mom said. “Mrs. Elliston came in pregnant.” “Isn't her husband dead?” I asked, remembering the funeral we went to over a year ago. “Yes.” “She's Clint's mother, right?” My eyes widened. Clint was fucking his little sister. Had he also fucked his mother? Had he bred her? My pussy clenched. “You know Clint?” Mom laughed. “Well, I guess you did meet him a few times.” “He goes to my school. He's a stud. Has two girlfriends.” “Three,” mom said as James let out a low groan, his cock moving, sliding down between my butt-cheeks. “Three?” I gasped as the tip of my brother's cock slipped between my butt-cheeks and pressed on my asshole. He couldn't be doing what I think he was doing. “Yes, he also has knocked up his cousin Lee,” Mom said. “Apparently he's dating her and her older sister Melody. Plus this girl named Pam Hiragawa. It's scandalous, right?” “Yeah,” I moaned. “I mean, they're his cousins.” I looked over my shoulder at James as his cock pressed on my asshole. I shook my head, eyes wide. What was he doing? He mouthed, “I need to cum.” “Pussy,” I hissed in a low voice. That was where his cock belonged. “What was that, honey?” Mom asked. “Nothing?” I squeaked as James pressed forward, his dick popping into my asshole. My sphincter stretched around his pussy-lubed cock. It burned. I groaned, leaning forward against the door, rattling it. My big brother worked his dick deeper and deeper. I shuddered. It was like my finger but a million times thicker. He stretched me out, making me groan. “Are you okay?” Mom asked. “Yes,” I groaned. “Just...stretching. Sore. PE was intense today. So strenuous. And...” I stifled another groan as James worked deeper, his fingers dancing on my clit and rubbing my nipple, shooting bliss through my body, crashing into the heat burning in my ass. “Well, I better let you hop in the shower before you waste all the hot water.” “Yeah,” I squeaked, my voice so tight. My big brother's cock was all the way in my asshole. “Enjoy your shower.” Mom's footsteps retreated. “I will!” I moaned. Then, once it was safe, groaned, “Big brother!” I shuddered as he drew back his cock through my bowels, sending more burning heat through me. My face twisted. It almost hurt. Almost. “Sorry,” he groaned. “I was just about to cum when Mom interrupted us. And then you were wiggling that cute ass. I couldn't resist.” “And why not my pussy?” I moaned as he slammed into me, my butt-cheeks jiggling as I groaned, the door rattling from the thrust, my arms bending like shock absorbers. “You asked me to finger your ass,” he protested, drawing back and slamming in, the burning becoming...different. “Finger my ass not fuck it,” I groaned as his balls smacked into my taint, his crotch slapping into my butt. He was so deep in me. I shuddered, shifting. “Sorry,” he groaned, rubbing my clit faster, sparking such wicked pleasure through my body. “You're just too sexy to resist.” “Am I?” I groaned, a smile crossing my lips as the pleasure fluttered through me. He thrust in again, my bowels clenching, the heat beginning to feel good. “I guess...it's not that bad.” “It's heavenly,” he grunted, pinching my nipple, thrusting harder, faster. His cock slammed so deep into my asshole. He grunted with every thrust. I could tell how much he liked fucking my asshole, how much pleasure my bowels gave him. That made me shudder and smile. I made him feel good. I wiggled my hips, clenching down with every thrust as he reamed over and over into my depths. I groaned, savoring the bliss. He buried into me, making me tremble. My asshole clenched down so hard on his dick, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. My own orgasm building inside of him. “Mmm, so you like my ass?” I moaned, growing hotter and hotter. “You like fucking your little sister's asshole?” “So much!” he panted, his strokes thrusting deeper, harder, our flesh smacking together while the shower ran. “You're so tight and hot. Damn, you are sexy, little sister.” I beamed. “And what about my pussy?” “Love your pussy. Love your mouth, too. Love everything about you.” I gasped as his fingers shoved into my pussy, fingering me again as he reamed my asshole. My back arched into his chest as the pleasure fluttered through me. He ground my clit with the heel of his hand, fingering me so hard, so deep while he fucked my asshole. The two different sensations met and swirled together. I panted, groaning through clenched teeth. My eyes rolled back into my head. My hips rotated, bucking back into him. Our flesh slapped together louder and louder. Mom moved through the house. She might catch us. “Yes, yes, finger me, big brother. Fuck my ass and make me cum!” I didn't care. It was hot taking this chance, The danger spiced it up. Maybe mom would find us. Hear us. My pussy clenched on his fingers, my bowels on his cock. “You are so sexy,” he panted. “So hot and silky. I'm going to cum so much into your asshole.” “Do it!” I hissed, trembling, cumming. My body bucked and squirmed. My moans echoed through the bathroom. Mom could definitely hear me as I came. And I didn't care. Not when my big brother fucked me. Not when he gave me such taboo passion. It burned through me. The wonderful rush of bliss shot through me. It boiled through my brain. I shuddered, my pussy spasming on his dick as his cock buried over and over into my depths. He pinched my nipple with the other hand. I loved it. I loved being fucked by my big brother. “Jenny,” he groaned, burying into me, his cum firing into the depths of my asshole. I drank it in, loving the sensation, my bowels writhing about his cock as I trembled in his arms. My brother loved me. My brother would be there for me. No matter what happened. My eyes rolled back into my head, moans bursting from my lips. “Yes!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ James Wilson I trembled as I sat on my bed, waiting. My bedroom door was open. I stared out it. I could just see the upstairs bathroom door if I craned my neck. I rubbed my sweaty hands on my jeans, waiting for Jenny to return. The last two weeks had been amazing. We had fucked every chance we could. At home. At school. We would have quiet quickies while Mom was cooking dinner. We would make love on my bed or Jenny's before Mom got home from work. At night, we would slip into the other's bed, trying so hard not to make any noise as we writhed in passion. But Jenny's period was late. We knew this might have happened. The bathroom door opened. Jenny walked out holding the pregnancy test. She rushed into my bedroom, closing the door behind her. She stared at me, her face twisting with apprehension as she gripped the test. “You're pregnant,” I groaned. She nodded her head. I took a deep breath. “Okay.” She stared at me, studying my eyes. “Just...okay?” I reached out, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me. “I told you, I'll support you.” I pulled her down on my lap. “Whatever you decide.” “I want it.” She gave me a smile, tears burning in her eyes. “It's ours, James. Something we made. A bit of you and me together.” “Okay,” I told her and kissed my pregnant, little sister on the lips. To be continued...

The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies' Naughty Game Chapter Three: Dr. Rita's & Officer Cindy's Fairy Romp By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Ms. Ji-Woo Kim I followed the ice river in the direction of the moon. The direction of the Lands of Transition. I didn't know what else to call the strange piece of geography I walked beside other than an ice river. I don't mean it was a frozen stream, but it was almost like a glacier. But a glacier flowing through a channel far, far faster than it should. The ice moved. It rippled and crashed together. Once, my daughter Yunjin was a girl scout, and she'd spent a summer obsessed with polishing rocks she'd find. I would forever hear this grinding sound as the rock polisher rumbled away. The ice river sounded like that but amplified. It was at once violent and majestic, full of raw power that dwarfed me, but that power was restrained, channeled in the direction towards the Land of Transition. Guided by something that had dominated it. I strode naked through the snow, my futa-dick hard before me, my petite body wholly unaffected by the chill. The snow was cold and yet felt comfortable on my bare feet. I marched with purpose, my silky-black hair sweeping about my shoulders. I would not lose. My business needed my futa-dick. It had almost failed before I met B. My dream of Mizzytique, my makeup company, almost lost because of my own weakness. My own inability to seize my female workforce by the scruff of the neck and give them a good shake. To inspire them into productivity. And then B gave me my futa-dick. It inspired my workers. Gave me confidence. My ex-husband always claimed women made poor leaders because they didn't have cocks pointing before them. Well, I had a cock far bigger than his. I was so determined to win this contest, marching towards the Land of Transition through the night of Winter, that I didn't notice the fey until she let out a purring moan. I blinked, snapping my gaze to the right just in time for a snowball to hit me in the face. The naked woman perched on the rock howled in laughter. Her ice-blue breasts jiggled as she mocked at me, her white hair, looking more like frost than silky strands, sweeping about her slender shoulders. Her lithe legs kicked through the snow at her feet as I spluttered in outrage. “Ooh, look at you,” the fey said, “strutting through Winter with such determination.” “I am fighting for Winter!” I hissed. “So show me some—” I squealed in shock and dove to the ground as three snowballs rose into the air around the fey. They streaked over my head as I belly flopped on the powdery snow, puffs of white exploding around me, my cock and tits stinging from the impact. The fey laughed louder. Her breasts heaved as she threw back her head. “I can't... The way you... Just belly-flopped... Like a whale... Frozen nights... That was...” I glared at her. She reminded me so much of Brittney Rakes. “This is how you treat one of Winter's champions?” I snarled, pushing myself up, snow falling off my body in a cloud of white. My small breasts quivered in outrage. “Show some respect!” “Respect,” she said, rolling her eyes. “To a Mortal? You belly flopped because of a few snowballs!” She clutched her stomach, laughing again. “What can you fight, little Mortal? You're scared of these.” I set my teeth and marched at her as her powers gathered five snowballs this time. They rotated in the air, the snow packed tight, glittering in the silvery light of the moon. Something wicked glinted in the fey's eyes. “Do it again!” the fey shouted. “I want to savor it. To remember the great Winter champion screeching like a scared rabbit and throwing herself to the snow on her belly over these!” The snowballs streaked at me. The old me would definitely have belly-flopped again. The old me was weak. She lacked confidence. She hated confrontation. But I had learned. A leader needed to be strong. Even when her instincts screamed at her to be weak. She had to project strength and confidence. She had to appear in charge. Because then she would be. I raised my arms before me. The snowballs pelted my body hard. Snow exploded around me. A wash of fine white crashed into my face, clung to my hair. I spluttered, shaking my head, and charged forward, screeching like a warrior, my big futa-cock bouncing before me. The fey's laughter trailed off as I reached her. More snowballs rose, but I seized her arm, twisted it behind her back, and pinned her to the rock she perched on. I knew how to deal with disobedient employees. Disrespectful fey could be handled the same way. CRACK! My hand fell hard on her ice-blue rump. She gasped in pain, a rosy color rising in her pale flesh. Her butt-cheek jiggled as he squirmed on the rock. I savored the stinging impact on my palm. I drank in the way she squirmed as I kept her pinned to the rock. A snowball hit me in the back. CRACK! “You can't do this!” she gasped. CRACK! Her ass had a nice, rosy glow about it, that crimson blush spreading through her. I admired it as I asked, “Why not?” “Because you can't!” she pouted, her legs kicking. CRACK! “You're the one acting like a brat,” I hissed. “Like a naughty, little girl.” CRACK! “And I love punishing girls when they're naughty.” I licked my lips, the ache burning across my palm. Such a satisfying feeling. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thighs. My dick throbbed before me. CRACK! I smacked down hard on her rump. She squealed in pain, her entire body convulsing. Her legs spasmed behind her. Her breasts rubbed against the rock as she squirmed. White hair swayed about her supple back. And her whimpers... Such sweet whimpers of pain. But mixed with something else. That wanton, awakened pleasure that a good spanking stirs in a woman. I smiled, spotting her hairless pussy lips sparkling with dew. CRACK! “Please, please!” moaned the fey, her body bucking again her ass glowing crimson. “Stop!” “Why should I?” CRACK! “Because!” she howled, more and more pussy juices trickling out of her cunt, staining her thighs. “It hurts!” “It's a punishment,” I purred and cracked my hand down again. SMACK! But not on her ass. My hand landed on her pussy. She squealed in rapture and agony. I massaged her juicy snatch, her pussy lips almost burning. I drew my hand away and licked my palm. I savored the flavor of her tart cunt. I reveled in the delicious taste. CRACK! She groaned in relief, my hand landing on her ass this time. “I'm sorry,” she moaned. “Sorry for what?” CRACK! She squealed again, her ass clenching so tight. My dick throbbed as I stared at the glowing rump. My own pussy juices leaked out as much as hers. It took all my self-control not to fuck her yet. But I was having too much fun disciplining her. “Sorry for making you belly flop and for laughing at you.” CRACK! “Why did you do it?” I asked as she whimpered again. “Because it was fun!” she gasped. “I was bored. And you looked so silly. Marching with such determination. Not bothering to enjoy the beauty of the world around you. Hurry, hurry, hurry. What's the rush?” I ignored that. “So you think you can just throw snowballs at someone because you're bored?” “Well, yes.” She sounded confused. “Don't you do what you want? Don't you use that big, throbbing clit-dick you have whenever you're horny?” She wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with juices. She didn't have a futa-dick. Did not all faeries have them? “Don't you just stick that dick in any hole you want?” she asked. I did. But the women were always willing. “So I could just slam my dick into your pussy?” I asked, moving behind her, rubbing the tip of my dick on her dripping cunt. She whimpered. “Yes! You have me dominated. You can ravish me!” I moved my cock up her slit and between the cheeks of her butt. I found her sphincter. “I can even fuck you here? Just ram it into your bowels because I'm bored.” “Ooh, yes,” she groaned, wiggling her hips, stirring her puckered sphincter around my dick. “What's your name?” I demanded. “Alp Luachra,” she groaned. “And yours?” “Ms. Kim,” I smiled. “Remember it. It's the name of your new futa-boss.” “Boss?” she frowned. “What's that?” “It means I get to fuck your ass whenever I want.” I thrust into her asshole. My eyes widened as the velvety heat of her bowels engulfed my dick. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her grip as I sank into her. Pleasure shuddered through me. I gripped her hips, moaning out my rapture as I sank deeper and deeper into her. She whimpered, her asshole clenching down on my dick. Her body quivered, her bowels squeezing down so hard on my invading shaft. It felt delicious. She was so cold she burned around my dick. A frigid fire that bathed my futa-cock in rapture. Pleasure flowed down my clit-dick and into my pussy. My cunt clenched as I drew back through her velvety sheath. The fey whimpered, her back arching. I slammed into her bowels again, my black bush pressing against her crimson asshole. She groaned in pain-filled ecstasy, her bowels squeezing down so hard on my dick. I loved it. I drew back and slammed in again and again. The friction burned around my plunging cock. She sang out in pleasure and agony. I smacked over and over into her well-spanked asshole, reminding her of her punishment while giving her rapture. “Oh, Ms. Kim,” she whimpered, her asshole massaging my plunging dick. Such rapture shuddered through me. “Oh, this is awesome. You're amazing. Ooh, yes, you're my futa-boss. You can fuck me whenever I want.” “You're just a slut for my futa-dick, aren't you, Alp Luachra?” I hissed. “Just begging for my futa-cum to flood your asshole?” “I am!” she groaned. “You're so big. You're bigger than those futa-fairies who fly through the air thinking they're better than me. Ooh, yes, I love your clit-dick, Ms. Kim.” I smiled, pumping away at her. I could never give up the submission of my employees, even one as bratty as Alp Luachra. I had to keep my girl-dick. I had to defeat Summer's futas. I would defeat them. I would dominate them, spank them, and make them beg for my cock to plow their slutty cunts. I would spurt so much jizz into them. My small tits jiggled before me as I fucked Al Luachra's velvety bowels harder and harder. Such rapture shot through my body. My futa-dick tingled in her embrace. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my ovaries approaching a boil. “Cum in me, Ms. Kim!” the naughty fey begged. “Please, please, flood me with your burning cum! You're so warm! You're so hot! You're melting me!” “Good!” I hissed, pounding her. I leaned over her body, squeezing her round tits from the side. “Just scream out your rapture. Let everyone hear how hard you cum on my dick.” “The best dick!” Alp Luachra howled. “Uh-huh,” I moaned. She bucked up into my thrusts, smacking her spanked rump into my crotch. Her moans echoed over the rumble of the ice river. Her bowels grew hotter and hotter about my dick. She squeezed over and over on it. Then her back arched. Her moans sang out. Velvety bowels spasmed about my dick. I shuddered as she came. I slammed my futa-dick into her convulsing sheath. The friction stimulated my girl-dick. The pleasure shot up my shaft to my pussy. “Cum in my bowels, Ms. Kim!” she howled. “Please, please unload in me!” “I will!” I moaned and buried to the hilt in her. My eyes fluttered. My dick drank in the friction of her writhing asshole. Pleasure exploded in my cunt. Juices squirted down my thighs. I gasped and groaned, trembling as I pumped futa-cum over and over into her bowels. Stars danced before my eyes. I gazed out at the beauty of Winter, the frozen landscape utterly unchanging, every square inch of it beautiful in its own ways. Towering, blue mountains rising up into the glittering skies, fields of snow that shimmered beneath the starlight, pristine and untouched. The air so crisp. Every inhalation frigid, making me feel so alive. And then something jolted into my soul. It shot up from my cock. I gasped, bucking as my orgasm peaked, the rapture dancing through my thoughts. The cold spilled through my entire body. A nimbus of icy blue exploded around me. My dick popped out of Alp Luachra's asshole. I stumbled in the snow, falling onto my rump. I gasped, the energy fading around me. Alp Luachra still lay bent over the stone, my futa-cum trickling out of her well-fucked asshole down to her juicy pussy. “What did you do to me?” I demanded, gaining my feet. “Gave you my blessing, Ms. Kim,” she purred. “I think you'll find it useful against those Summer whores.” She winked a frigid eye at me and then vanished in a puff of snow. “Blessing?” I muttered, holding out my hand. Snow swirled in a circle in my palm. I smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Becca Brittany The sluggish river I followed, made of ice but flowing with the consistency of a Slurpee from Seven Eleven, melted into real water as it hit the valley. It flowed down the autumnal slope towards a forest, the trees covered in yellow and brown and auburn leaves. I took a deep breath, glancing around, my blonde hair swaying about my bare shoulders. Despite all the nude newscasts I'd done for the last month-and-a-half, I felt so naked and exposed as I moved down the slope to the forest. I wished I was clothed. What if one of the Summer futas spotted me? I hurried for the cover of the forest. I needed to have some sort of advantage if I were to help Winter win. I didn't want to give up my futa-dick. My daughter loved to fluff my cock. She spent so much time sucking on it, keeping me hard for news broadcast. I loved watching myself give reports and seeing the back of her blonde head bobbing as she pleasured me. No way I was letting Summer take that joy from me. I entered the woods. I winced as my bare feet stepped on dried leaves. They crunched, breaking into powdery bits. The entire ground was carpeted in them. I couldn't take a step without making noise. I hesitated, peering around the trees, wondering what I should do next. A giggle erupted behind me. I gasped in shock and spun around. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dr. Rita Jones “Well, that's a problem,” I said returning to the spot where I appeared on the shore of the wide river. My fears were confirmed. I was on an island in the middle of a river as broad as the Mississippi. The current flowed fierce and fast. I crouched down on the sandy shore, staring at the distant side, my futa-dick swaying before me. My dark toes dug into the pale soil as I pondered what to do. “I could swim it,” I said, talking to myself. I felt so alone and isolated. Why had Leanan Sidhe dropped me onto an island? I bet the other futas from Summer were entering the Lands of Change by now. I must have wasted an hour or two circumnavigating the island. What if we were at a disadvantage? What if they need me? “Why do you look so sad?” I gasped in fright, my heart almost exploding out of my chest. My round, ebony breasts heaved before me as I scrambled to my feet. But instead of standing, I tripped in my frightened haste and landed on my back on the soft, wet sand. A blue face appeared over mine, sea-green hair clinging wet to her delicate features. She had curious eyes, large breasts swaying before her, her fat nipples a darker shade of blue than her sapphire skin. She had feminine curves, all rippling and rolling like gentle waves. “Are you okay?” she asked me, her voice soft and melodic. “Yeah,” I said, my eyes sliding down her body to a hairless pussy. She didn't have a futa-dick like me or Leanan Sidhe, but thick pussy lips glistening wet. Her entire body had a sheen like she'd just gotten out of the river. “Good,” the fey, she had to be a fey, said, smiling. “I didn't mean to frighten you. I was just wondering why you were so sad. The Islet is a place of beauty and love.” “I need to get off of it so I can fight for Summer,” I said. “And...” I swallowed. It was such a stereotype. “I don't know how to swim that well. And it's so far to the bank.” “I can swim!” she said brightly. “I'm Naiad. I love to swim.” I blinked at hearing a name out of mythology. “Yeah, sure, why not? Naiad. That makes sense.” The fey smiled at me. “So, you can help me?” I asked. “Can you help me?” she asked back, shaking her hips. “What do you need?” I asked, my heart beating faster. “I don't have much to give.” “I think you have a lot to give.” Her hands shot down, grasping my ebony cock. “Ooh, you're so big. My pussy will love this cock. And I bet you have so much seed in your ovaries. So much goody-yummy girl-seed.” “You want my cum?” I asked. “It's magical. It heals people.” Her eyes widened in utter delight. Then she threw herself at me. “Yes, yes, give me your seed, and I'll get you across the river.” Before I could answer, she straddled me, her hot pussy, wetter than any cunt I had ever experienced, slid down my dick. I gasped, my eyes widening as her sloppy twat slid down my shaft. It felt like she had already fucked a dozen futas. But I didn't see any cum leaking out of her. It had to natural slickness. Her pussy juices flowed out of her, matting down my pubic hair as my futa-cock throbbed in her depths. “Do we have a deal?” she asked, a big smile on her lips. “Hell, yes!” I moaned. “Yay!” Her arms and legs wrapped tight about my body, pressing our breasts together. Her pillowy mounds felt so wonderful against my tits, our nipples pressing together. Tingles raced down to my futa-dick buried in her dripping cunt. Her mouth met mine, kissing me so hard, her eyes so bright. Then she rolled us hard to the right. I gasped in shock as we plunged into the water of the river. Its warm current engulfed us. We floated, her sea-green hair fanning around us as she pumped her hips up and down my dick. I wanted to panic, to freak out at being beneath the water, but her cunt felt so silky and hot on my cock. Pleasure rippled out of my shaft, making my twat clenched and my body tremble. She breathed into my mouth as she kissed me. The sweetest air filled my lungs. Bubbles exhaled out of my nose, rising around us as we tumbled through the water. My body spasmed in utter delight as we made love in a world of blue. I felt weightless, cocooned in warmth. Her pussy pumped up and down my dick. Her tongue danced in my mouth. I clutched her ass, squeezing her rump as she fucked me. She moaned her delight, breathing more and more ambrosia into my mouth, keeping me alive as we drifted through our underwater world. Sunlight played on the rippling surface. Beneath, beautiful coral grew at the bottom of the river, bright pinks, lilacs, and pastel blues abounded, forming such delicate shapes that passed us by as we reveled in ecstasy. I held her tight. My nipples kissed hers as our bodies heaved together. She kept pumping that wonderful pussy up and down my dick. Her hands stroked my back, fingernails biting into my flesh as she moaned her pleasure into our kiss. Breathing more life-giving air into my lungs. My futa-dick ached and throbbed in the embrace of her pussy. I shuddered, my tongue dueling with hers, lost to the passion. My hips thrust, meeting her pumping hips. She swiveled her hot cunt about my cock, shooting delight into the depths of my pussy. I wanted to scream out my rapture. My fingers clenched on her tight asshole. Our nipples rubbed together, kissing, caressing, shooting delight through my body, my pussy clenching. My pussy lips caressed by the warm current. It stroked them like naughty fingers, tingling my pussy lips. I loved it. A naughty idea popped into my mind as my fingers found Naiad's butt-crack. I grinned into our kiss, staring into her deep-sapphire eyes. Her pussy clenched as she felt my exploring digits brushed her asshole, circling her puckered opening. Something glittering in her eyes. Invitation. Her cunt tightened so hard on my dick as I shoved two fingers into her tight asshole. Her velvety bowels gripped my digit as she humped her snatch faster and faster up and down my girl-dick. The friction was incredible. The pleasure shuddered through me. My ovaries came closer and closer to cumming. Bubbles exploded from my nose as my orgasm built. I trembled in her embrace, buggering her asshole with my fingers, savoring the silky glide of her cunt on my clit-dick. My toes curled in the water, my legs spasming in delight. The pressure built in my ovaries. I jammed my fingers deep into her bowels. My dick thrust into her cunt's far reaches. Her silky embrace gripped every inch of my futa-cock. Pleasure surged down my shaft to my boiling twat. The water caressed my pussy lips, the final sensation that shot rapture through me. I erupted into her cunt. I moaned my pleasure as I filled the naughty fey-slut's snatch with my girl-cum. She bucked in my arms. Her bowels tightened about my exploring digits. Her pussy writhed in orgasmic delight about my spurting clit-dick. She milked my cock as we drifted through the water. We kissed so hard. She breathed so much life into my lungs as we thrashed beneath the river. Over and over, my cum fired out of my dick. I pumped her snatch full of my jizz. Giving her my seed. Was I breeding the fey? Would I have another daughter living in Faerie? Ecstasy drowned my mind. I shuddered, moaned. I didn't even notice the river washing us onto shore. I broke the kiss, screaming out my wordless ecstasy as her pussy milked out every bit of my cum from my girl-dick. “Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, you wonderful futa.” She stared down at me, drops of water glittering like diamonds as they ran down her blue skin. Her big tits swayed. “You gave me your seed.” “The sweetest payment ever,” I panted, trembling as her pussy's spasming died on my futa-dick. Then she kissed me again. She breathed into me. I shuddered, feeling something more than air entering me. Power. My body convulsed. I felt the water droplets on my body suddenly lift away. They danced around our squirming bodies then fell like rain upon us. “There,” she said. “A little gift for making me cum so hard. Something to help you, Champion of Summer.” “Thanks,” I breathed, trembling as Naiad rose off my futa-dick. Her pussy clenched tight, not letting a drop of my futa-cum escape her. Maybe she was full of other futas' jizz. That was why she felt so sloppy. She stored it in her. What a naughty creature. Then she dove into the water. I rose, looking around, and shivered. I was close to the Lands of Transition. The current had swept me far down the river while I writhed in her embrace. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kimberly “Kimmie” Miller I followed the Year's Divide river, feeling like a million bucks. I took down my teacher, Ms. Marcie. I kicked her ass. She thought she had me, but I showed her. I shivered in delight, remembering the pleasure of pumping my cum into her asshole. And then watching her vanish. No way Summer was losing this one. Not when I was on the team. I was a Pussycat. A kickass cheerleader. I would win this competition. I grinned, heading north down the river, spotting a forest ahead. I bet I could ambush one of those Winter whores in there. Ooh, I was eager to defeat another one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Officer Cindy Matheson “I am never getting to this fighting zone,” I complained, peering down across the unending sheet of ice I walked on. I'd trudged for what felt like hours, and still was marching across the frozen lake. The ice was so smooth like a mirror, reflecting the night sky. The moon still so low on the horizon. If I understood B correctly, it would have to be overhead for me to enter the Lands of Transition and kick those Summer futas' asses. “There has to be a faster way to travel?” I hissed, my toes flexing against the ice. It wasn't cold or even slick despite its mirror finish. I stared down at my reflection, my black hair framing my fierce face, my large breasts swaying. Another face, skin pale as milk, peered over my shoulder in the reflection, her expression curious. I jumped in fright, my heart exploding, the chill of adrenaline pumping through my veins. I whirled around, casting my gaze around for the owner of the face. Something zipped through the night sky, a trail of white vapor. A laugh giggled as it zoomed back down to the ground, landing before me. A figure appear, slender and girlish, skin pale, breasts budding mounds, hair sky-blue and constantly moving about her face like she stood in a breeze that didn't touch me though we stood only feet apart. Her head cocked to the side. “What would you give me?” I frowned at her. “Give you?” “You said you wished there was a faster way. What would you give me to get it?” She giggled and then zipped around me like a vast current of air, her body becoming a white streak. I spun around, spotted her standing behind me, her arms behind her back, her face leaning forward, such a mischievous look in her eyes. “Who are you?” I demanded, my dick throbbing at her form, so innocent and yet so whorish, on display as she moved closer. “I'm Sylph,” she grinned. “And I can get you to wherever you need to be. But what will you give me?” “Isn't it enough that I'm fighting for Winter?” I asked. She waved a dismissive hand. “I'm not a faerie. I don't care about Bean Sidhe's schemes. She thinks too much. Plans, plans, plans. Who needs those? It's more fun to just do things!” She stood right before me, rising on her tiptoes, pushing her face up into mine almost like a lover about to plant a kiss on my mouth. My thoughts turned to Marcie, my girlfriend. Was she fighting in the Lands of Transition right now? Did she need my help? “What do you want?” I asked. “What will you give me?” “What do I have to give?” I asked. “I'm naked.” “Hmm,” Sylph nodded. “What about your daughter.” “You want me to give you Amber?” I demanded. She nodded her head. “Her and me could play games forever and ever and ever! Dancing through the skies. I like playing pussy games.” “I'm not giving you my daughter,” I snarled. Not even to keep my futa-cock. “Hmm,” she said, tapping her foot. “I could...I could make you cum,” I said. “I could give you pleasure.” Her eyes brightened. “I like pleasure.” Her hips wiggled from side-to-side. “Do you know what pleasure I like the most?” “Having your small tits kissed?” “Nope,” she grinned. “I bet you'll never guess.” She spun around, her hips wiggling more, her cute rump dancing. “It's soooo naughty.” Naughty, eh? I flicked down her body, a grin growing on my lips. “You like having your asshole rimmed.” She gasped. “How did you know?” “Well, I happen to be the best ass licker in the world.” I leaned down, my big boobs swaying. “I tell you what, I lick your asshole and make you cum, then you fly me to the Lands of Transition.” “Deal,” she said. Then she whirled around, bent over, and grabbed her ankles. Her legs were spread wide, the cheeks of her butt parting just enough to expose the pink, puckered rosebud of her asshole. “Please, please, lick me!” I fell to my knees, a surge of depraved hunger spilling through me. I grabbed her butt-cheeks, parting them more. My futa-dick throbbed before me, thrusting between her legs. I breathed in, smelling the sweet musk of her pussy then the sour tang of her asshole. I pressed my face between the fey's butt-cheeks. I nuzzled against her sphincter. I rimmed her asshole, my tongue swiping across her backdoor. She let out such a cooing moan. Her body's wiggling smeared her asshole across my lips. “Ooh, yes, that's so nice, futa,” Sylph purred. “Officer Cindy,” I groaned. “Yes, yes, Officer Cindy, keep licking my asshole. You have to please me. I want to cum! I love cumming from ass play.” “Naughty slut,” I growled and locked my lips on her asshole, sucking. She squeaked in delight. Her butt-cheeks clenched on my face. I savored her sour musk, my tongue probing against her asshole. I caressed her tight ring then pressed against it. Her sphincter resisted, clenched so tight. But my tongue was persistent. I wiggled and worked and prodded. She let out a low groan as my tongue probed into her asshole. I reached into her velvety, sour sheath, swirling it around through her rectum. “That's so good!” she moaned. And then she proved how limber she was. Her hot mouth engulfed the tip of my dick. Bent over like she was, she could just reach it as it bobbed between her legs. I gasped in pleasure, swirling my tongue through her asshole as the sucking delight shot down to my pussy. It was such a shock, making me quiver. My hands dug into her butt-cheeks as rapture surged through my body. Her lips sealed tight about my cock. She sucked so hard, her tongue dancing across the crown of my dick. My pussy clenched. Juices flooded out of my cunt as I moaned into her asshole. I tongued her bowels, making her shake and wiggle. And moan about my dick. My fingers found her hot pussy as she sucked my dick. I stroked up and down her pussy lips, teasing her. Her juices dripped down my fingers. I found her little clit, massaging it. She whimpered, her bowels clenching down on my probing tongue. And she sucked so hard on my dick. Pleasure rippled through my body. My orgasm swelled so fast. Her mouth so hot. Her ass tasted so good. I frigged her clit and swirled my tongue through her velvety bowels. I made her tremble and moan. Winds swirled around us, caressing my body with frigid touches that sent exciting tingles racing to the tip of my futa-dick. Sylph's body trembled. Her asshole writhed about my tongue. She moaned so loudly about my futa-dick. I rubbed her clit as her juices squirted out of her pussy, anointing my big breasts. I groaned into her asshole, trembling, drinking in the pleasure of making her cum. My pussy clenched. My dick erupted. Hot cum spurted into Sylph's mouth. I probed my tongue deep into her velvety bowels as my body shuddered. Pleasure pulsed through me. Stars danced through my eyes. I shuddered, whimpered. Every blast of cum bathing my mind in ecstasy. I loved it. Sylph popped her mouth off my dick. She spun around on me while I trembled in the grip of my orgasm. She kissed me hard. She shoveled my own salty futa-cum into my mouth, mixing with the sour flavor her asshole. And then something poured into my mouth: energy. Winds howled around us. They swirled around us as I kissed Sylph, snowballing my cum back and forth with her. My eyes rolled back into my head. My hands gripped her slender shoulders as my orgasm peaked through me. “Mmm, that was wonderful,” Sylph moaned when we broke the kiss. “Thank you for that yummy cum. I gave you something special.” “What?” I asked, the wind still dancing around us. “Something useful,” she smiled. “The wind!” Then she hugged me and we soared into the air. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Becca Brittany I found the source of the giggling. It was a golden-skinned woman with hair the color of auburn leaves. She leaned against a massive oak tree, her fingers plunging over and over into her pussy. She kept laughing and cooing her delight. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Ooh, I'm going to cum so hard.” My dick throbbed and twitched. She didn't have a dick at all. She wasn't even human, let alone one of the Summer futas. She was a fey. My futa-cock throbbed. My pussy grew so wet as I watched her plunge her fingers into her pussy, her auburn thatch covered in juices. “I need to cum so badly.” Her eyes found mine. “Won't you make me cum?” She pulled out her fingers. “Please, please, please.” She licked her fingers. “I need something bigger than inside my pussy.” Lust shot through me. I didn't think, couldn't think. I just ran towards her across the carpet of leaves. I pinned her body against the tree trunk her breasts rubbing against mine. I kissed her on the mouth, tasting her honey-sweet pussy juices. And rammed my clit-dick into her snatch. The fey shuddered against me as I buried into her. Her pussy gripped mine. She giggled into our kiss, her body undulating. I pumped my hips hard, fucking my futa-cock over and over into her depths. Pleasure rippled through my body. “Oh, yes,” she purred, breaking the kiss. “Oh, yes, this is what I crave. I need the amazing Becca Brittany's futa-cock in me!” “You know who I am?” I gasped in shock, staring into her green eyes. They were such a deep color, like the shade of spring leaves. “Of course I do,” she whimpered. “You're the futa-reporter. You're famous.” I grinned at her, my hands sliding up her body as I fucked her hard against the tree, her silky snatch massaging my cock. “I am famous.” “Yes, you are,” she purred, humping against me. “Mmm, yes, just ram that girl-dick over and over into me. We're both going to cum so hard, aren't we?” “Yes, we are,” I groaned. The pleasure surged through me. It boiled through my ovaries. My moans sang out through the autumnal woods. “And who are you?” “Want to interview me?” the fey moaned, her thighs wrapping about my waist, gripping me so hard as I fucked her. “Yes,” I moaned. “I'm Dryad!” she breathed. “Ooh, yes, what a lovely cock. So good. You're going to make me cum so hard.” “Dryad,” I breathed, savoring it. I would write a best-selling novel about this. I would tell the world about my wild time in Faerie. How I won the contest and defeated those sluts of Summer. I wasn't giving up being the famous futa-reporter. “And what court do you serve?” I panted, our nipples kissing, her pussy squeezing down on my dick. “Neither!” she moaned. “I'm a wild fey.” She giggled. “Ooh, we're getting so wild now, aren't we, Becca?” “So wild,” I groaned. Pleasure rippled through me. Her pussy gripped my futa-cock so tight. I drove into her so hard as my hands cupped her breasts. I squeezed them. The tree rustled and groaned as I plowed into her. She squirmed against it, gasping out her rapture. I would make this slutty fey cum on my dick. I would make her howl and moan. She bucked against me, undulating her body, grinding her clit into my pubic bone every time I buried into her cunt. Her snatch tightened as I drew back, increasing the friction. I loved it. “Mmm, what reward are you going to give me?” I panted, remembering B mentioning Fey would give us gifts if we pleasured them. She gave me a wicked grin. Her arms stretched over her head, her tits jiggling in my hands as she undulated. “What type of gift would you like?” “Something to help me win,” I groaned, sliding my hands up her sides. Her pussy clenched in promise on my dick. I shuddered, my fingers stroking past her smooth armpits, utterly hairless. Then I worked up her smooth arms until my hands gripped hers, raised above our heads. I kissed her again, plowing hard into her, so eager for my reward. My orgasm built and built in me. My pussy dribbled juices down my thighs. I moaned into her mouth, my tongue dancing with hers, building us both to our explosion or rapture. I pumped away into her pussy. She whimpered, her snatch clenching down hard on my thrusting dick. The tree rustled overhead. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. She broke the kiss, howling, “Yes, yes, yes! I Love cumming!” “Good!” I snarled, lost to the pleasure of fucking her spasming pussy. I drove my dick hard and deep into her juicy snatch. “I'm going to cum so hard in you.” “Do it!” she howled. I slammed forward. As the branches seized my wrist, my dick erupted. I gasped, groaned. Pleasure fired through me as my cum pumped into Dryad's hot cunt. She moaned and whimpered. Her body thrashed. Her breasts heaved. Her spasming snatch milked out my seed as I swayed, the skeletal tree limbs gripping my wrists. I blinked through the pleasure, looking up and seeing my hands bound tight by the tree. “What?” “Mmm, such a good cum,” she purred as her body melted into the tree, her pussy sliding off my dick in the process. She vanished into the bark. “What's going on?” I shouted, shuddering, my heart screaming in my chest. I shook my wrist, but the tree held me fast. “Let me go!” “Well, well, well,” a voice said from behind me. “Looks like you got yourself into a predicament. Maybe I can help.” I threw a look over my shoulder. A brunette with a round face grinned at me. She was my daughter's age, her breasts youthful firm. She cocked her hip, her futa-dick swaying before her as a toothy grin spread across her lips. I didn't recognize her. I groaned. “Yep, I'm one of Summer's futas,” the girl said, stroking her dick. “I'm Kimmie! And you're that sexy Becca Brittany.” “Oh, no,” I groaned, twisting my wrists in the branches, but they held me tight. “And I am a big fan,” Kimmie grinned as she advanced. “I have wanted to fuck you ever since I became a futa.” “This is not fair!” I howled. “You bitch, Dryad! Let me go!” The tree giggled as Kimmie grabbed my large breast and ran her thumb across my nipple. I was so fucked. To be continued...

Doctor's Incestuous Family (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Six: Hidden Family Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! James Wilson My hand clenched into a tight fist as I fought against my surging orgasm. I sat at the table in our breakfast nook, my mom beneath the table, her mouth engulfing my cock, sucking on it with such a wanton lust. Since last night, when she had sneaked in my room and woke me up with a blowjob, she had been a changed woman. Five years of sexual repression spilled out of her. Since Dad ran out when I was ten to marry his secretary, she hadn't dated once. She hadn't gotten laid. And now all her pent-up desires were bursting out of her, turning her into a slut eager for my cock. This was the second blowjob she had given me this morning. The first was after I had fucked her ass in the shower, breaking in her virgin territory. She didn't mind her sour musk on my cock. It was insane and I loved it. But I was also fucking my younger sister, Jenny. And she was pregnant with my child. Mom found out about the pregnancy, but not that I was the father, and had freaked out. The pair had fought this morning. I wanted to get this all out into the open, to have my mom and sister know that I was fucking the other, but they both swore me to secrecy. They had stared at me with these pleading eyes and... “Fuck,” I groaned, my balls boiling, my dick throbbing. It was all so messed up. Mom was scared of going to jail for incest and fucking her nineteen-year-old son while Jenny was scared Mom would have me arrested for molesting her. But I had a solution to fix everything. I just had to keep from cumming long enough for Jenny to come downstairs. I squirmed in the chair, groaning as Mom sucked even harder. She was so hungry for my cum. Her hand reached into my boxers, massaging my balls as her warm tongue swabbed about the crown of my dick. Upstairs, Jenny moved around, finished with her shower. She was in her room, changing. She had to come downstairs and catch Mom sucking me off. I could keep my word and they both could discover that I was fucking them both. And, hopefully, they'd handle it. But Jenny loved me and didn't want to share me, and Mom was acting so weird around my sister. Like she was jealous of the attention Jenny was giving me this morning. “Come on,” I groaned, my ears craning for the tell-tale creaks of my little sister coming down the stairs. Mom moaned and sucked even harder, her hands massaging my balls. She took my plea to Jenny as encouragement to make me cum. I leaned back into my chair, the wooden frame biting into my shoulder blades through my t-shirt. The excitement of getting caught surged through me. It was so hard to resist not cumming. Especially with my hot mom sucking my dick beneath the table, the pancakes she made me steaming on the plate before me. My teeth ground. Every suck was wonderful torture. My balls boiled, the cum aching to erupt and flood Mom's throat. She would drink it down with such hunger. I had to stop thinking about that, but I could feel her silky, bleached-blonde hair spilling about my thighs. The tablecloth moved as she bobbed her head. I knew her large tits swayed in the purple housecoat she wore. She was naked beneath, her flesh so inviting. “Damn, Mom,” I groaned. “Damn, you want my cum so badly.” I groaned. Why did I say that? It just made this harder and harder. Jenny's bedroom door opened and then closed. My teeth ground harder. I just had to hold out for another minute. I just had to resist the wonderful, hot, wet sucking of my mother's mouth. My hot mother with those lush tits and that ass... Damn, her ass was so tight. It was velvet wrapped about my cock and— “Fuck!” I snarled again, my balls aching to explode. Footsteps creaked on the stairs. My heart beat faster, tensing, ready for my sister's reaction. Mom's mouth popped off my cock. “Dammit, I thought she would shower longer.” “What?” I panted as Mom shoved my throbbing erection back into my boxers. “You can't stop, Mom. I was so close.” Mom crawled out, adjusting her robes, her huge tits swaying. “Sorry, your sister is coming.” Jenny walked into the kitchen a moment later, wearing a pair of tight, hot-pink shorts I had no idea she owned and even tighter, pink t-shirt with Care Bears on it firing a rainbow from their bellies. It was a shirt she hadn't worn in year and was far too small, molding to her braless tits. They were round and firm. Mom's eyes narrowed, her eyes flicking down my sister's body. “Aren't those clothes a little...old?” “They still fit,” Jenny said, her eyes equally hard as she moved up to the table and sat beside me, her tits jiggling. It was hard not to ogle them as I sat between the two women, Mom looming over us, her large breasts almost spilling out of her robe. My dick throbbed so hard in my shorts. I was so close to cumming, and Jenny's outfit wasn't helping my dick calm down. Or Mom's. Damn, they were both so fucking sexy. “Really, that shirt looks far too small for you,” Mom said, voice so tight. Jenny just smiled. “Well, I thought we were doing yard work today. No point in getting my new clothes dirty. Right, Mom?” Mom ground her teeth. “Fine.” “And no pancakes for me?” Jenny asked, her voice light. “Or do hussies not deserve to eat.” Mom took a deep breath. “Coming right up...dear.” “Thanks...Mom.” I shivered despite my hardon. I had to do something about it. I opened my mouth to say, “Mom was just sucking my cock and I knocked up Jenny,” when fear stopped me. The way they were acting was so catty. Blurting out the truth might just make things worse. And then I might miss out on enjoying both their bodies. They were both so wonderful. So exciting. I loved them both. Mom stalked away, heading for the kitchen, her back so straight, her bleached-blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders. Jenny gave a vicious smile as she shifted in her chair, her brown hair sweeping loose about her shoulders, no headband holding it back. The moment Mom walked to the stove, Jenny's hand shot to my crotch, giving my dick a squeeze. Her eyes widened. In a hushed voice, she whispered, “Oh, no, you've been hard this entire time?” “It's fine,” I groaned as she squeezed me. She shook her head, biting her lip. The table was between us and mom. Jenny leaned her head against her left hand, her elbow braced on the table, the perfect poise of boredom. But her right hand reached into my boxers, pulling out my cock. My eyes widened. I almost objected since Mom was nearby, but then I didn't. Maybe this was a better way to get caught. And I really needed to cum. “So we are going to tackle the whole backyard today,” Mom said, trying to sound light and airy. “Need to get everything winterized.” “Uh-huh,” I groaned as Jenny's warm, soft hand slid up and down my cock beneath the table. “Sounds sooo fun,” Jenny said, rolling her eyes, affecting boredom so well as she jerked me off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jenny Wilson It was so naughty jerking off my big brother while my harridan of a mother remembered to make me breakfast. I couldn't believe she forgot. My hand stroked faster, loving the feel of his thick dick in my grip, my pussy clenching. It would feel so much better in there, but I couldn't get away with that at the breakfast table. But it was so hot doing this under Mom's nose. If she thought I was a slut, then I would be the hugest slut for James. My big brother would get so much ass and pussy. He would be satisfied night and day. My hand stroked faster. James groaned, shifting on the chair. My heart raced, glancing at him as I leaned on my arm, my blue eyes widening in warning. He couldn't give this away. It was such a risk, but I was so angry, and so horny, I just didn't care. I had to do this. I had to be naughty under Mom's prying nose. Dried-up old prune! Just because she didn't want to fuck any longer, didn't mean she had to be so nasty to me. No wonder Dad left her. I bet Tiffany puts out regularly. I mean, they have two kids already. My cheeks warmed. I wanted more kids from James. I knew it was so wrong, but that just made my pussy wetter and wetter. I wanted the warm, throbbing dick in my hand breeding me over and over. My clit ached. I pressed my thighs tight, stroking his cock as mom flipped the pancakes. “Damn,” James groaned low. “What was that, honey?” Mom asked, flashing my brother a big smile. “Just...thinking about all the work today,” he said. “Busy day.” “Very,” Mom said, her hips wiggling in her robes. James looked at her, hunger in his blue eyes. He better not be fantasizing about Mom while I was jerking him off! I squeezed his dick harder. He groaned, glancing at me. He needed to pay attention to me. I was the mother of his child. I was his lover. Not dumb Mom. She would never jerk his cock off under the table or drink his cum or even let him fuck her ass. I would! Me! My hand flew on his cock. My muscles burned. I ignored them. James tried to take a bite of his pancake. He groaned and leaned back into his chair. His chest rose beneath his t-shirt, outlining his sexy muscles. And then his dick throbbed. I felt the cum pulse out of his dick and splatter the bottom of the table. I grinned, jerking his dick, savoring every blast. My pussy clenched with each one. He groaned, the last several blasts weak dribbles, the cum running over my hand. I loved it. “Better?” I asked him. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Thanks.” Mom glanced at us. “What are you two whispering about?” “Nothing,” I said, pulling my hand away from his crotch. As Mom dished up my pancakes, I lifted my hand to my lips. I quickly licked at the white line dribbling down the back of my hand. I savored the salty cum, shivering in delight. James groaned, his hands putting his cock away as Mom walked up. “Right, nothing,” Mom said, then she glanced at James. “Are you annoying your brother again?” “I don't annoy him,” I huffed as she set my plate before me. She almost tossed it, the pancakes sliding across the white ceramic. “Sure,” Mom said, sitting across from us, her protein shake before her. Why did the old cow care about looking thin? She had those huge, saggy tits anyways. Not firm titties like mine. I sat up straight, my breasts thrusting before me as I cut my pancakes with the side of my fork. James's eyes flickered at my tits. “Ready to tell me who the father of your child is?” Mom said. “I don't know who it is,” I said slowly, carefully, making sure she could understand. “Right,” Mom sneered. “Is he married? Are you a little homewrecker like that slut who married your father?” “I doubt a college student is married. And I don't know who he is.” “Just like you don't know who put that cum on your panties.” Her eyes flicked to me. “Unless you want to accuse your brother of something.” “Leave James out of this!” I hissed. “He's done nothing wrong. He has nothing to do with my baby.” “Jenny,” James objected, and guilt shot through me. “It is a teacher. A married teacher.” Mom shook her head. “I can't believe it, Jenny. How did you do it? Were you dressing like that? Flashing those perky tits at him like a complete—” “Mom!” James shouted, his fist slamming on the table. Mom and I both jumped in shock, plates rattling. “We're a family,” he growled. “So act like it. Stop calling her names. She's pregnant. It's not the end of the fucking world. People have sex.” “But...” Mom swallowed. She took a deep breath. “I'm sorry, Jenny.” I blinked in shock. It made my pussy so hot seeing James stand up for me. I smiled and dug into my pancakes. They tasted so good this morning. Mom may be a bitch, but I had my big brother on my side. My pussy was so juicy. I bet there was a wet spot forming on my shorts. I didn't just forget to put on a bra this morning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ James Wilson “No, that's not how you do it,” Mom hissed. “Come on, Jenny.” “I know how to do it, Mom,” Jenny hissed back, the pair glaring at each other from opposite ends of the flower garden as they weeded. “See. I'm doing it just fine.” I groaned. All morning, they had been snapping at each other. It was so damned annoying. I was glad I had to mow the lawn now. At least the sound of the engine chugging away would drown out their bickering. Why did I make those stupid promises? Why did I feel like I had to keep them? Because they looked at me with those pleading eyes. Because I loved them and didn't want to break my word to them. Because they were both so hot and sexy and I wanted to cum again in their holes. I was so hard. Not only were they fighting with each other, but they were also flirting with me. They kept giving me smoky looks and whispering naughty things whenever I came by. Mom wasn't wearing panties, and she proved it by yanking up her skirt real quick and letting me see her brown bush covering her pussy, her juices glistening on the curls. And Jenny... Those shorts she wore were so small, so tight, the crotch molding to her pussy, giving her the greatest cameltoe of all times. She would kneel, wiggling her ass at me as she worked, her pussy lips perfectly outlined, a dark spot in the center of her crotch. She would suck on her fingers, too, her tongue swirling around them. Mom would stretch, her breasts thrusting against the tight tank top she wore, her nipples so hard. And that skirt she wore... It was a tennis skirt, so short, riding up her thigh as she worked, her hips wiggling, the skirt swaying, hinting at the possibility they could ride up farther and flash her pussy at me. It was torture. I was so damned hard. I yanked on the lawnmower's starter twice before it coughed to life. The roar drowned out their current bickering. I sighed in relief, pushing it forward. It mowed through the grass of our large backyard as I walked forward, passing the house as I mowed the first leg. I reached the fence, turned to face the direction of my mother and sister. Groaned. The narrow crotch of my sister's shorts had somehow pushed to the side. Her brown-furred muff peeked out as she worked, her body positioned to aim her exposed pussy right at me. I froze, my dick throbbing as I licked my lips. It was such an invitation. I just wanted to go over there and fuck her. To pound that sweet, pregnant cunt right here, right now. To let Mom see how sexy my little sister was. How there was no need to call her a slut. Especially since Mom's skirt had ridden up even higher as she bent over, her face almost pressed into the flowerbed's dark soil as she worked. I swallowed, her hips swaying, the skirt sliding back and forth. Her brown pubic hair peeked out at me, too, as her movement caused her skirt to rise higher and higher. My hand slipped off the safety lever, the lawnmower dying. I wanted them both. I had to have them both. But they were so jealous of each other. They both wanted me all to themselves. Would it just make things worse if everything came out? Not all women were like Clint's family, willing to share him with others. Most women, in fact, weren't like that. He had hit the jackpot. I had only come close. Mom turned her head, a huge grin on her face. “Is something wrong, honey? You're just standing there.” “I...” “Yes, big brother,” Jenny asked, giving me such a mischievous grin. “Something wrong? See something distracting?” Mom glanced at Jenny, sitting up so her skirt fell down her body and covered her. “Yes. Is someone teasing you!” Jenny just laughed as she straightened up, wiggling her hips to let her shorts cover her properly. “Right, because I'm such a slut I want my big brother to fuck me. That's so gross, Mom.” “Good,” Mom said, nodding in satisfaction. “It is gross for you to flirt with your brother, Jenny.” I yanked on the starter. The lawnmower roared to life, drowning out their argument. I pushed forward, trying to ignore the throbbing in my shorts. A moment later, Jenny hopped to her feet and stalked off into the house while Mom just went back to weeding. I had no idea what they said to each other, but it made me mad. I wanted to seize them both and shake them so hard. Then fuck them both. Then watch them fuck each other. They could sixty-nine, licking my cum out of each other's pussies. My dick was lead in my pants. I reached the flowerbed and turned the lawnmower, heading away from Mom. My face was on fire. I kept pushing the lawnmower forward, my heart racing. I reached the fence, turned, groaned again. Mom's skirt had ridden up and her fingers rubbed at her pussy as she gave me such a sultry wink. And then my sister banged out of the house, holding a drink in her hand. Mom straightened, her skirt falling down to hide her naughty activity. Jenny gave me a smile as she sauntered across the lawn, her nipples so hard as she casually walked in front of the lawnmower and went back to work. The wet spot on her shorts looked even larger. My heart raced in my chest as I turned the lawnmower, mowing away from them. I went three paces when it died again. I frowned, grabbing the starter and yanking. It sputtered and died. “Something wrong?” Jenny asked. “Out of gas,” I said. “I forgot to check it.” “Distracted?” Mom asked, shaking her head. “Guess so,” I said. “I'll go fill it up.” I pushed the lawnmower down the side of the house to the front yard and the open garage. Our house had a weird layout. The garage didn't face the street, our driveway curving 90 degrees to turn into it, and instead faced the large row of tree-like hedges that formed the border of our property. No one could see me through the open door. “Fuck,” I panted, pulling out my cock. They both had me so hard. I had to jackoff. It would be so much better if one of them was here to fuck, but I just needed relief. I leaned against the wall, reached into my jogging shorts and boxers, grabbed my cock, and yanked it out. I stroked my throbbing shaft, groaning. “Need some help with that?” the purring voice of my little sister asked. The precocious eighteen-year-old sauntered into the garage, her hips swaying, tits bouncing. She had her hands behind her back and a huge grin on her lips. Her blue eyes sparkled as she sauntered towards me. “Yes,” I snarled. I seized her, pinning her against the wall beneath the dirty window that looked out on the side of the house. I kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. My hands went to the waistband of her shorts, fumbling at the snaps. Her tongue dueled with mine as I thrust down her shorts. I grabbed her naked ass, squeezing those lush cheeks as my dick rubbed against her warm stomach. She moaned into the kiss, one hand sliding beneath my t-shirt, the other grabbing my cock, stroking it in her hand. I moaned as she brought me to her dripping pussy, rubbing me against her folds. She broke the kiss, groaning, “I've needed this for sooooo long.” “Yes,” I groaned as I thrust, sinking into her pussy, my hands gripping her ass. “I don't care that Mom's outside.” “Me either,” she gasped, her pussy clenching down on my dick. “I almost want her to catch us. To see who I'm a slut for.” “We should tell her,” I panted, sliding through her hot, tight tunnel. She was so silky. Her pregnant pussy amazing.” “No!” she hissed, both her hands clawing at my back beneath my shirt, her hips undulating. “I don't ever want to stop fucking you. She'll ruin it.” “She might not,” I panted, pumping away, savoring the hot silk of her pussy. “That prudish bitch wouldn't understand!” “She's not a bitch,” I growled, thrusting harder, my balls smacking into my little sister. “Oh, yes, that's how you fuck your little sister,” she groaned, ignoring my words. “Just ram it into me.” “Yes!” I growled. I pounded her hard, the pleasure building in my balls as I reamed into her pussy. I squeezed her ass, groaning and grunting, savoring every inch of her tight sheath. She was so hot. So tight. She clenched down on my dick with that delicious pussy. I loved being in my little sister as much as I loved being in my mother. I loved this cunt on my dick. The friction spilled pleasure through me. She moaned, not loud, but enough to let me know she loved it. Her fingernails bit into my back as she worked her hips. “That's it,” I growled. “Take my cock. Mmm, you just love it! You just love your big brother's cock fucking your pregnant cunt!” “Shush!” she groaned. “Not so loud. Mom will hear.” I slammed into her harder. “Doesn't that just make it hotter?” I asked. “The danger?” Her pussy clenched on my dick. “Oh, my god.” I shivered, moaning louder, hoping mom would hear us. I pounded my sister hard against the wall. She moaned and gasped, undulating against me. I growled, glancing at the window. Would the sounds carry to Mom in the backyard? “Take my cock!” I growled, almost shouting, being as loud as I could. “Take it! I love fucking your pussy!” “You're going to get us caught, James,” she whimpered, humping back into me. “Oh, god, this is so risky!” “So risky!” I agreed. “And you love it.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jenny Wilson “I do,” I moaned, my head rubbing on the window as that wonderful cock pressed on me. My head craned, twisting. I peered out the window, my eyes widening. I could just see Mom working on the flowers at the side of the house. I twisted more, my hips undulating. It hurt my neck to crane like this. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to stare at her, to gloat as James fucked me. I wanted to be the slut she accused me of being for my big brother. I loved him. I loved his hands on my ass, his cock reaming my pregnant pussy, the incestuous thrill of our forbidden affair. “Wait,” I moaned, pushing on his chest. “What?” he groaned. “Fuck me from behind,” she purred. “In the ass.” Like a slut. “Yes,” he growled, ripping out of my pussy. I groaned as James spun me around. He was so strong. My feet shuffled, my shorts around my ankles. He pressed me against the window, my cheek lying flush. I stared at Mom working, oblivious to how naughty her children were. And then James's cock, wet with my cunt juice, pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I shuddered in delight as his wet tip rubbed up and down my crack, searching for my sphincter. I groaned when he found it, his dick pressing at my asshole. “Yes,” I groaned, the glass so cool on my cheek as he slid into me. “Jenny,” he moaned, so loud, not caring that Mom might catch us. He was so bold. So strong. I loved it. His cock sank into my bowels. I had taken him over a dozen times back there. I wasn't as tight as the first time, but it meant he could slide in faster and pound my asshole so hard. I loved it. His cock reached deep into my bowels, my pussy clenching as pleasure rippled out of me. The friction's heat radiating to my cunt. Juices dribbled down my thighs as he pulled back and thrust again. The window rattled as my body shook. I groaned again, staring at Mom while I was being such a slut. A hussy. A wanton whore fucking her big brother. “You love it up the ass,” James groaned as his crotch smacked into my ass hard, his dick burying so deep into my bowels. “You love your big brother fucking your asshole.” “I love it so much, James,” I groaned, clenching my bowels on his cock as he drew back. “Pound me.” “Yes,” he growled as he thrust harder. His balls smacked into my taint as he pounded my asshole. His hands slid beneath my tight t-shirt, a top I hadn't worn in three or four years. It was so small. I loved how it felt on me, molding to my braless tits. I was practically naked. James loved it. His hands groped my breasts as he reamed my asshole. He pumped faster and faster, the heat building, swelling in the depths of my pussy. I loved it. I bucked back into him as he reamed his dick harder and deeper into me. He buried his cock into my depths. He stirred me up, making me quake and quiver in delight. “Just fuck my ass, big brother,” I groaned, loving calling him that. My pussy clenched as my body trembled. “Fuck it so hard,” he groaned, so loud. But Mom didn't hear him. She kept working in that short skirt. She called me a slut! Look at how that hussy was dressed today. I bet she hated all the attention James paid me now. He wasn't her darling son any longer. He was my lover! His strokes were so hard, slamming into the depths of my bowels. His balls thwacked over and over as the pleasure swelled in me. I wiggled my hips, meeting his strokes. The slap of our flesh echoed through the garage, mixing with our moans and pants. Mom looked around. Then she stood up. My ass clenched so hard on James's dick. She was looking for me. She stood up, brushing at her knees. I shivered, moaning louder, the orgasm swelling in the depths of my pussy. Mom walked out of sight. I heard the back door slide open. “James,” I moaned, my orgasm bursting through her. Mom was looking for me. She could catch us. See that James was all mine. “Jenny,” he panted as my bowels writhed about his cock. “Damn, Jenny!” The pleasure raced through my body as he slammed over and over into my spasming asshole. The rapture burned through my mind, mixing with the exhilarating fear of being caught by Mom. I shuddered in James's arms, heaving and thrashing, juices flooding down my thighs. “Jenny?” Mom called. “You're supposed to be weeding.” “Fuck,” James groaned, slamming into my asshole. He sounded almost...disappointed. And then his cum splashed into me, banishing that crazy thought. How could he ever be disappointed in flooding my asshole with his jizz? I shuddered, my orgasm surging through me as he pumped load after load of cum into my bowels. “Jenny, where are you?” Mom called, heat in her voice. “Damn,” James groaned, his cock thrusting a final time into my asshole. Mom's footsteps came closer. “Pull out,” I hissed, fear burning through my orgasm. “She's coming.” “Damn,” he groaned again, pulling out of me. I yanked up my shorts, his cum leaking out of my sore asshole. I buzzed with rapture as the garage door opened. I spun around, fastening my shorts, glad for mom's minivan hiding us as James shoved his cock back into his shorts. Mom walked around the minivan as James grabbed the gasoline and began pouring it into the lawnmower, filling the garage with the eye-watering odor of fuel. That had to cover up any smell of sex. Mom gave me a hard look. “Bugging your brother again?” she asked. “Maybe,” I shrugged. “Or maybe I was...” I spotted weedkiller on a nearby shelf. “Looking for the spray.” I snagged it, and Mom arched her eyebrows. “For ten minutes?” I shrugged at her. “We were just talking, Mom. I'm allowed to talk to my brother, right?” “Yeah, Mom,” James laughed. “What did you think we were doing in here?” Mom bit her lip. “Well, you found it. Get back out there. I need to talk to your brother about something.” “About how I'm the world's biggest slut,” I muttered beneath my breath. James gave me a sharp look. “Whatever. I got what I needed.” My asshole clenched. His cum leaked out. Oh, I loved that feeling. I made sure my hips wiggled as I sauntered out of the garage. I could feel James's eyes on them. He was all mine. As I stepped out into the cooler air, I frowned. James really got off on the possibility of getting caught. If he was louder, or took a little longer, we would have. I'd have to talk to him about that. As hot as it was pretending we might get caught, it would be a disaster. And I would not give him up for anyone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ James Wilson “I was such a bad Mommy, wasn't I?” Mom purred the moment Jenny walked out of the garage. Mom's hands slid up the hem of her skirt so slowly. Since I was kneeling to fuel the lawnmower, her crotch was right at eye level. “Teasing you while you were out there. I bet you came in to...take care of business.” “Mom,” I said, my heart racing. My cock, though I had just cum, twitched to life as that skirt rose higher and higher. “This would be so much easier if we told Jenny.” “So she could be even more of a brat?” Mom demanded, eyes flashing, her hands freezing with her skirt half-raised up. “Look at her. She'll throw it in my face. She'll probably report me to the police.” “She wouldn't do that,” I protested, staring at her skirt. “And you don't want to give this up, right?” she asked, lifting her skirts higher again, exposing more of her creamy thighs. “No,” I groaned as her pussy came into view, her pubic hair dripping with her excitement. I set the gasoline can down, licking my lips. “Mmm, I'm such a wicked Mommy,” she purred again, her free hand sliding through her folds, “for flashing this juicy snatch at you. I loved your reaction. How you froze while mowing earlier. You find Mommy's pussy so beautiful, don't you?” “Yeah,” I nodded, my dick straining my shorts now, just as hard as earlier. “It makes me so hard.” An idea popped into my head. I had just fucked Jenny's ass. Her sour musk covered my cock. Mom knew the flavor. She would recognize I had just fucked a girl in the ass. Jenny. It would all be out in the open. “I need my cock sucked, Mom. You made me so hard.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dr. Bernice Wilson “Mmm, Mommy's sucked your cock enough,” I purred. “She's not the only one in need. Watching you working today, in that tight t-shirt. And those shorts! Oh, my big, strong son has such a yummy ass.” “You sure you don't want to suck my cock?” he asked, unzipping his shorts. “You didn't get to finish earlier.” “Because of your bratty sister.” I shuddered. Then I opened the minivan door, hitting the garage remote. The outside doors clanked closed as I turned back to face him, leaning against the closed minivan door. Then I raised my skirts to flash my yummy pussy. “And I'm horny, too. Mommy needs to teach you how to eat pussy. It's important for your education.” “Then you'll suck my cock?” “Or do something else naughty,” I purred, my pussy clenching. “But you need to know how to please a woman.” He groaned, licking his lips. He stroked his cock with one hand as he leaned forward, unable to resist the juicy pussy that birthed him. I shuddered as he buried his face between my thighs. He nuzzled at my juicy folds. His tongue licked and dragged through my pussy, making me shudder in pure delight. He was bold. He didn't hesitate. He wasn't afraid of it or thought it would taste nasty. He wasn't like his father at all. He buried his lips right into my furry cunt and licked. I shuddered, seeing his blue eyes looking up at me from between my thighs. He had done this before. And he loved it. Who was his girlfriend? “That's it,” I groaned, hips undulating. “Eat Mommy's naughty pussy.” I loved calling myself Mommy, reinforcing how taboo this was. It made my cunt so wet. “Just devour your wicked Mommy.” “Yes,” he groaned and licked again. The minivan's door creaked as I undulated against it. His hands slid up my thighs, abandoning his cock to caress me. I shuddered, loving his touch as his tongue caressed my folds. He had his face pressed so tight, his nose rubbing my clit as he dove his tongue deep into my cunt's depths. I groaned. All morning I had been dripping wet. I needed this so badly. I ground my pussy on my son's hungry mouth. I clutched at my skirts, holding them up so he could swirl his tongue through my depths. He sent such teasing delight through me, my moans echoing through the garage. “Just like that,” I purred. “That's how you eat your naughty Mommy's pussy. But don't forget Mommy's clit. You have to love that, too.” His tongue flicked up through my folds. He found my nub, caressing it. Then he batted it, sending sparks shooting through my body. I groaned, my pussy clenching while I sucked in my pleasure through my teeth. “Yes, just like that,” I groaned. “Such a good son. Oh, you know how to take care of your mother.” His strong hands squeezed my ass. I breathed in, the smell of gasoline and his tongue bathing my cunt had me dizzy with delight. I swayed, my breasts heaving beneath my tank top while his tongue plunged through my pussy. He stirred me up. He drove me wild. The taboo, the incestuous delight swelled in me. I was addicted to the forbidden orgasms he gave me. I couldn't fight this any longer. I embraced being a naughty mom. What was the harm? James loved it. So long as Jenny never found out, or got wicked ideas of her own. Little strumpet couldn't be trusted. His tongue flicked and batted my clit. One of his hands moved, reaching around my leg and rubbing at my pussy. I groaned as his two fingers penetrated me, fingering me as he sucked and played with my aching bud. “James!” I gasped, my orgasm swelling so fast. This was so hot. His fingers plunged in me. They were nice, not as nice as his cock, but they sent rapture flooding through me. My clit ached as I humped and groaned. My pussy clenched on his digits, the pressure growing and growing. It burst through me. I bucked, writhing against my minivan. I moaned and shuddered as my son made me cum so hard. The rapture flooded through me as my pussy spasmed on his fingers. I wished it was his cock. “Fuck me!” I howled as the rapture boiled through my mind. “Mommy needs your big cock in her naughty pussy!” “Yes,” James growled, his lips stained with my pussy juices, passion in his blue eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ James Wilson I abandoned my plan to have Mom suck my cock and taste Jenny's ass on it. Hearing her beg to be fucked was so hot. I rose, bringing my dirty dick to her pussy as I ripped my fingers out of her cumming depths. She groaned as I slammed into her. My eyes widened as I buried into her depths. She had no idea I had just fucked Jenny's asshole. This was so wrong. So taboo. I groaned, drawing back my hips and thrusting my cock back into her pussy, washing my cock clean of my sister's bowels in my mother's hot cunt. “Fuck,” I groaned as her arms wrapped about me, fingers clawing at my back. “Fuck Mommy's naughty cunt so hard!” “Uh-huh,” I groaned, driving my cock over and over into her pussy. I shuddered, loving the incestuous plunge, fucking my dirty cock into her pussy. “Take it!” “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. My balls boiled as I rammed over and over into my mother's depths. I kissed her hard, letting her taste her sweet musk. She shuddered, her pussy clenching on my cock as her tongue savored her flavor. Her fingernails scratched across my t-shirt, the cloth blunting the scratches. The minivan rocked, the shocks squeaking, as I plowed my mom so hard. The door creaked, the panel warping. I loved it. I gripped her ass so hard, feeling her plump delight. Her butt wasn't as tight as Jenny's, but she was still wonderful. My sexy, curvy mother. I kissed at her neck, ramming over and over into hot pussy. My cock savored the incestuous embrace. My balls swung, smacking into her taint. She shuddered. I breathed in her scent, tinged with sweat and the perfume of flowers. I groaned. “You're fucking Mommy so hard!” she gasped, her body shuddering. “You're going to make Mommy cum so hard.” “Good,” I growled. “I'm going to flood you with cum. I'm going to breed your naughty cunt.” I knew she was on birth control, some sort of implant that lasted for years, but I didn't care. I loved the fantasy of breeding both my mom and sister. “Take it!” “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her body bucking. “Breed your naughty Mommy!” She came. Her fingernails bit so hard into my t-shirt as she heaved against me. Her pussy went wild about my dick. Spasming, convulsing, milking my plunging dick. The pussy that birthed me was so hungry for my cum. So eager to be filled. I shuddered, slamming into her depths. I squeezed her ass so hard as the pressure burst out of my balls. I grunted with every incestuous blast. I flooded my mother's cunt with my jizz. I groaned, drawing back and burying a final time into her, savoring the rush of pleasure through my body. “Oh, yes, that's what Mommy needed.” “Such a wicked Mommy,” I panted into her ear. “Mmm, yes,” she purred. “You're Mommy's big, strong son.” I shuddered. I wanted to tell her that I was also Jenny's big, strong brother. That I bred her. But fear held me back. I didn't want to ruin everything. And maybe, just maybe, their fighting would mellow out in a day or so once Mom came to terms with Jenny being pregnant. It didn't. For the next three weeks they fought all the time. And that made them both horny. I had two women after me, both so eager for my cum, fucking me at any chance they could. I loved it. And yet... yet I wanted more. But I also didn't want to ruin a good thing with the two women I loved. I needed advice. There was only one person I could talk to. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dr. Bernice Wilson “And your daughter is looking healthy,” I said, moving the ultrasound on Lee's stomach. The nineteen-year-old wasn't showing yet. She was only at sixteen weeks, a little early to do an ultrasound, but she was just so eager. But you could tell the sex at this age. “There's our baby, Master,” Lee said, sounding so happy. Clint, holding her hand, gave her a proud look. She returned an impish grin. I shivered. He was such a handsome son. And I knew he had knocked-up his own mother, too. And, from the way Vicky, his aunt and Lee's mother, looked at him, she was fucking him, too. I bet Clint was even fucking his sisters, Alicia and Zoey. Good thing I had my son all to myself. I wouldn't put it past my daughter to seduce him. I still didn't know who the father of her child was. She was sticking to her ridiculous lie. I wondered what teacher was fucking her. But I had no proof. She was lying to protect him. And I bet he was married. Little homewrecker. I finished my exam and stood up, smiling at the way Vicky gazed at Clint. I looked at James the same way. A hot shudder rippled through me. He had fucked me just this morning, a quickie before his sister woke up. He pounded me hard in my bed and left his cum in me. I was such a naughty mother, but I loved feeling his cum inside my pussy. Back where he came from. It was so hot. Vicky sauntered over to me, her black hair falling in curls about her beautiful face. She was a few years younger than me, so beautiful, and with a great figure. She taught at my children's college, and was both James and Jenny's professor. “You're just glowing, Bernice,” she said. We had been friends for years. I was her and her sister Cheryl's gynecologist, delivering all five children between the two women. “Things have been going great,” I answered. “So...you found the joys of a young lover?” My cheeks reddened. I nodded my head. I hoped she didn't think it was my son. Though she wouldn't judge me. “Just make sure you're taking precautions,” she said. “Unless you want to get pregnant.” I blinked at that. “You went five years without a lover. It can be easy to get out of the habit of taking birth control.” Her grin grew wicked. “Unless you want that stud of yours to breed you. James is a handsome boy.” My eyes widened, but not because she figured out that my son was my lover. Her words had jarred a warning voice in me. I should have had my period five days ago. I rubbed at my left arm through my lab coat, feeling the small bump. It was my Nexplanon implant. It was good for another two years of birth control. But nothing was a hundred percent. “Don't worry,” Vicky said. “Your secrets safe. I understand.” Her eyes glanced at Clint. “My sister and I both understand.” “Thanks,” I said, realizing she misunderstood my fear. The moment they were out of my exam room, I drew my blood and ran the test, ignoring my other patients. It was simple test. You could tell a woman was pregnant by the hCG levels in her blood or urine. It was what a home pregnancy test indicated. The hormone doubled every two to three days after conception during the early stages. I looked at my levels. I was pregnant. My son had bred me. The world spun around me. To be continued...

Daughter's Slut Training (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Six: Daughter Takes on Her Brothers By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Mrs. Umayyah My eyes flicked from my daughter lying on her back, her first customer's cum leaking out of her well-fucked and bald snatch, to President Carver pulling out his wallet from his discarded slacks, his dick soaked in my daughter's juices. A hot tremble raced through me. I pulled my fingers out of my own snatch, my orgasm buzzing through me. Masturbating to my own live sex show was an added bonus of whoring out my daughter to pay my online gambling debts. No longer did I need to watch that stud Clint fucking his aunt, sisters, and other sluts through the peephole I drilled into the classroom next door. “Mom?” Leyla asked, her round breasts rising and falling, dusky and gleaming with a sheen of sweat from her exertion. Her raven-black hair clung to her flushed face, her dark eyes still dazed and glossy from her orgasms. “Hush,” I purred. “Just making the customer happy. And you are such a mess now. We can't have you leaking cum out of that whorish cunt all across the college campus, can we?” “No, Mother,” she said, such a good, submissive daughter. Even if she was a complete whore. She'd never be pure like me. “Here,” President Carver groaned, pulling out another five twenties from his wallet and shoving them at me. I slipped the bills into my skirt pocket, joining the hundred he'd already paid to fuck my daughter hard. “God, lick her clean. I want to watch that little slut writhe on your face. Your own daughter...” “I know, she's such a slut,” I said with the patience all mother's had discussing the foibles of their children. My snatch burned as I sauntered to my nineteen-year-old daughter. I grabbed her silky thighs, freshly shaved along with her pussy in the shower this morning. That was after she licked her brothers' jizz out of my snatch, cleansing me after I was forced to take care of them while she was busy with her father all night. A mother couldn't let her sons suffer hardons. “Mother,” she whimpered again as I leaned closer and closer to her pussy. I'd never eaten cunt before, I was a good and pure Muslim woman, but my daughter had devoured mine several times. I knew what to do to make the little strumpet howl and earn President Carver's money. Keeping him happy was important. He ran the college I taught at. With him addicted to Leyla's cunt, he'd look the other way as I whored her out to other teachers and staff. To all those men who lusted after the barely legal coeds strutting through the halls, all those whorish, American sluts showing off far too much flesh, driving all the men wild. Women should be modest. Men couldn't help themselves. Just slaves to their cocks. That was why us women had to be pure. And when we couldn't, the men had every right to use us. I licked my lips and inhaled, breathing in the salty scent of cum mixing with my daughter's tangy musk. My mouth salivated. My pussy ached. I wiggled my hips, nuzzling my lips into my daughter's shaved snatch. Her wet heat smeared across my face. My tongue dragged through her folds for the first time. Leyla's doe-soft, brown eyes widened as my tongue lapped through her snatch, gathering tangy cream and salty jizz. Her entire body trembled. Her breast jiggled. Her stomach tensed. Then she let out an explosive groan when my tongue brushed her clit. “Mother!” “Yes,” President Carver groaned. Out of the corner of my eye, he rubbed his soft, wet dick. So thick, wider than my husband and sons but not as long. My pussy clenched as I licked through my daughter's cunt again. My tongue gathered her cream and his spunk. The two flavors mixed on my tongue, coming alive. I groaned, pressing my lips tighter against my daughter, my hijab brushing her thighs. My nose rubbed on her clit, my every inhalation full of her wicked scent. Such an intoxicating thrill ran through me as I cleansed my daughter, helping her perform for her client. She squeezed her thighs about my head, grinding her hot snatch against me like a wanton slut, so eager for her orgasm. My cunt itched to be touched, to be stroked. I ignored it, concentrating on the performance. My tongue probed into Leyla's silky cunt, finding more of the president's cum to devour. My tongue teased my daughter. I rubbed my nose on her clit. She whimpered. She groaned. She squeezed her breasts, dusky fingers digging into perky mounds. “That's it,” groaned the president, his dick swelling in his hands, inspired by the whorish passion of my daughter. “Eat your slut's creampie. Lick up all that cum from your child's cunt. Such a bad mother.” “She is,” whimpered Leyla. “Oh, Mother, yes. That's so good. Lick deeper. There's more of his cum in my cunt.” My tongue thrust as deep as I could reach into her snatch. My tongue swirled, gathering their mixed fluids. I groaned, loving the taste. My tongue thrust in over and over, searching for more. I wiggled my hips. My pussy smoldering in my panties. I clenched my fingers on my daughter's thighs, fighting the urge to masturbate. I had to keep up the performance. I had to clean my daughter's snatch. The flavors melted on my tongue. The president's salty cum. My daughter's tangy pussy. What a treat. I curled my tongue, scooping it out of her twat. I shivered, shuddered. Whimpers escaped my lips as I feasted on my daughter's cunt. “Oh, yes, Mother!” she bucked. “I'm going to cum on your face!” “Yes, yes, cum on your mother's face!” groaned President Carver. “You little whore. Just explode.” “I will, sir,” my daughter gasped. Her fingers found her nipples, twisting, pinching, abusing the little nubs as her passion swelled. “Mother, please, my clit! I need you to play with my clit.” My tongue flicked up through her folds, brushing her little bud. She trembled, gasped. Her thighs tightened against my hijab, pinning the cloth tight against my modestly covered hair. I sucked on her bud, her entire body trembling. And then she moaned out in pure rapture. Tangy cream flooded out of her pussy. It poured into mine. I drank my daughter's pussy cream. The president groaned, moving behind me, his cock fully hard again. I ignored him, focusing on my daughter's snatch. On her delicious juices. And on the cum washing out of the depths of her twat. I gathered it on my tongue, loved it. Then froze as she screamed, “Mother!” The president hiked up my skirt. A wanton shudder rushed through me as he flipped it over my ass, his hands squeezing my rump through my panties. His finger dragged down my rear to the gusset of my underwear, pushing the crotch into my pussy lips, feeling how wet I was. “What are you doing?” I groaned, lifting my face from my daughter's pussy. “I'm married. My pussy is off limits to you.” “Is it?” he asked, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down, exposing my cunt to the air. I quivered then groaned, his cock sliding through my bush to rub on my pussy lips directly. “Or is your pussy for sell like your daughter's cunt?” The tip of his dick nudged at my pussy. Only my husband should touch me there. I was a good woman. Not a whorish slut. But President Carver's dick felt sooooo good. My pussy was on fire. And his cock was so thick. What would it feel like in me? My hands squeezed my daughter's thighs as she thrashed in orgasmic bliss. “How much for your cunt, Mrs. Umayyah?” the president asked. “I'm not...for sale!” I panted. Then, with the greatest effort of will, I stood up and yanked down my skirt. I spun around, facing him, my breasts heaving in my blouse. My pussy burning, itching, demanding to be pleasured. “If you need to get off again, fuck my daughter. You paid for her holes!” A look burned in President Carver's eyes, lust. He stared at me as a woman he wanted to feast on, a slut he wanted to devour. To use. A tremble ran through my body. I stepped back, my hands clenched so tight. A force pulled at me, like gravity, drawing me towards his cock. “I did pay for her holes,” he said and flicked his eyes to my daughter. “This time.” I shuddered, taking a deep breath. He may think he could buy me, but I wasn't a slut. I wasn't. I backed up to one of my student's desks, perching on it, my panties still bunched around my thighs. My hand traveled up beneath my skirt. Found my pussy. I groaned as he seized my daughter and flipped her onto her belly. I rubbed my hot flesh, giving my cunt the satisfaction it craved. I thrust four fingers into my greedy hole. Pleasure shivered through me as my daughter grunted out in pleasure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leyla Umayyah Confusion wreathed me as I came down from my orgasmic high. My mother did something slutty for money. She licked my pussy clean of my client's cum. Just like I did for her this morning, cleaning my brothers' spunk out of her when she was forced to satiate the desires I caused in them. I couldn't believe it. I was so dazed by it, I wasn't paying attention until President Carver seized my hips and flipped me onto my belly on my mother's desk. I gasped, my tits pressing into the cool surface, my nipples throbbing. My feet found the floor. I was bent over the desk now, my rump quivering. His hands seized my butt-cheeks. And rammed his dick into my bowels. My pussy juices staining his dick gave him some lube, but it still sent a burning shock through me. I gasped in a mix of pain and rapture. His dick seared into my velvety asshole, And that felt exciting. It felt so naughty. Only a slut would enjoy this. So I did. “Yes, President Carver, fuck my daughter's slutty asshole,” Mother moaned, fingering her pussy again, her lips smeared with my cunt juices and some of my client's spunk. It made her look so slutty. Faizel claimed our mother was a slut. But...she couldn't be. She was so...proper. But...she licked my pussy for money and... “Yes!” I groaned, the pleasure swelling in my asshole as President Carver fucked me without mercy. He hammered his cock into my rectum. He sodomized me with a hungry passion. “Fuck my ass! Satiate your cock in my bowels! Oh, President Carver, yes! Work that cock in and out of me! I love it!” “Such a slut you raised, Mrs. Umayyah!” he grunted. “Such a little whore.” “Uh-huh,” Mom cooed. “She is. Enjoy that sweet asshole. It's practically cherry. Only her father's enjoyed it.” President Carver grunted. He hammered my asshole hard, plowing his dick into my bowels. I savored it. He buggered me with such passion. His balls smacked over and over into my taint. I kept whimpered, cooing as the pleasure surged through me. So hot. So rough. So primal and naughty. My pussy dripped juices, the heat swelling in my depths, turning my cunt into molten lava. I bucked my hips up, my rump smacking into his crotch. I savored the sound, flesh meeting flesh. The sounds of fucking. Of being a whore. My bowels clenched on his dick, massaging him, pleasing him. “Please, please, dump your cum in my asshole, President Carver!” I gasped. “Just erupt in me.” “I will, you little tramp. Goddamn, this sweet ass!” He planted his hands on either side of my body, hammering my asshole so hard. He pressed my body into the desk, my clit rubbing on the sharp edge. “I'm going to fill your ass with my cum.” “Good!” I groaned. “Yes, yes, do it! I need it.” “My little slut!” gasped Mom, her tits heaving beneath her dress, her hijab slipping on her face, letting some of her black hair peek out. I ground my clit against the desk edge as my asshole drank in the rough friction of President Carver's hard thrusts. He reamed my asshole. He sodomized me with every ounce of passion he possessed. I loved it. His strokes pumped his thick cock in and out of me, giving me such pleasure. My next orgasm swelled in me. Another wonderful explosion of rapture. I grunted and moaned, hips wiggling, stirring his dick through my bowels. I couldn't wait for the explosion. For the euphoria to shower through me. I clenched my bowels on his dick. His cock hammered so deep into me. I whimpered. I groaned. I came. My pussy convulsed. Juices squirted out of my snatch, flooding down my thighs. My bowels writhed about his dick, caressing that amazing shaft. My back arched, pressing my tits harder into the desk's smooth surface. It creaked beneath me. My nipples drank in the sensation. “President Carver!” I whimpered in euphoria. “Such a slut!” he growled, thrusting so hard. “Cumming from being ass-fucked. What a whore!” “An utter slut!” gasped Mom, her body heaving, her climax surging through her. “Cum in her asshole!” He rammed his dick into me. Erupted. I savored the liquid heat of his cum pumping into my bowels' depths. I loved it. My asshole milked his cock. I groaned, whimpered, waves of rapture shooting through me. Euphoria left me dizzy. I stared down at the floor, my black hair swaying about my face. He grunted with every blast. He bathed my asshole with his spunk. I reveled in the naughty feeling. “What an utter whore,” he panted, pulling back his cock. He plopped out of my sphincter. His cum trickled out of my well-fucked asshole. I just panted, trembling, dazed by my pleasure. Behind me. President Carver dressed. He left by the time I recovered enough to stand. More cum leaked out of me. Mom handed a pair of panties she produced from her purse. I guess she was ready to contain messes. I pulled them on, letting the cotton absorbed the jizz leaking out of me. Then I fetched my conservative blouse and skirt, drawing them on, too. “Here is your share,” Mom said, pulling out $40 from her pocket, handing me the two bills. “Mine?” I blinked in shock. “Whores get their cuts,” she said. Then she cupped my flushed face and kissed me on the brow. “Enjoy the rest of your lunch break. After classes, I'm planning another lesson with you. Both your brothers will help.” “Yes, Mom,” I said. “And don't give away your pussy to any guys but your father or brothers,” she added. “I'll find the men to fill that hot cunt of yours with the dicks you crave.” I trembled. “Yes, Mom.” “Good, go. I have to get ready for my next lesson.” I left her classroom behind. I blinked in shock, spotting my friend Kimmy waiting in the hallway. The petite blonde was the closest an American girl got to being a modest Muslim. She didn't wear any sort of covering over her hair, exposing it to the world, but her clothing didn't flaunt her body. She was innocent, a virgin, and so utterly cute with her braces on her teeth, making her seem younger than nineteen. “You had sex...with President Carver?” she asked, her cheeks crimson. Her eyes flicked to the two bills in my hand. “He paid to enjoy me,” I told her. Kimmy's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened. “Your mother whored you out?” I nodded, and then a slutty tingle raced through my nerves. A sudden lust for my friend blossomed in my pussy. She had this innocence that just begged for defilement. I couldn't help myself. And why should I? I embraced my inner slut. I should enjoy myself when I could. And she wasn't a guy. Kimmy gasped as I seized her hand, the crumpled bills pressed between our palms. I dragged her towards the nearest girls' restroom. She stumbled after me as I led her to the rearmost stall. I shouldered it open, the metal door banging into the wall. “Leyla!” Kimmy gasped as I hauled her in and slammed the door shut behind her. “What are you—” I kissed her. Hard. She froze as I pressed her against the stall wall, my lips working on hers. She trembled like a deer, whimpering, frightened of the desires bursting inside of her. Desires that she needed to embrace. She could be a slut without any shame. Americans reveled in it. They celebrated it. She wouldn't disappoint her parents. Men would still even marry her used body, just accepting that their women were whores while younger. My tongue pressed on her lips. I wiggled past, brushing the braces on her teeth. I caressed them, feeling the rough texture. They added something naughty to the kiss. My friend whimpered again. And then her lips moved. Worked against mine. Kissed me back. I knew she had a slut lurking in her. I cupped her ivory cheeks with dusky fingers, kissing her harder. My black hair brushed her blonde strands. My other hand slid down her body, brushing her side down to cup her hip. She groaned, her head tilting back, eyes squeezing shut. Her braces rubbed on my lips as we kissed. My tongue pressed deeper into her mouth, brushing hers. They danced around each other as I taught her how to kiss. Her lips grew more and more aggressive, her body swaying against mine. Making my pussy itch. My hand on her hip grasped her skirt. Then I drew it up. The fabric rustled. Her eyes snapped open when she realized what I was doing. I stared into her baby blues as we kissed. I kept hiking up her dress until I felt her naked thigh beneath my fingers. Then my hand explored upward. Kimmy broke our kiss. “Leyla! What are you...?” Her eyes widened as I brushed the crotch of her panties. “No!” “Yes,” I groaned, my fingers wiggling through the leg band to brush her silky bush. I felt wet heat. Her excitement. Then I found her pussy lips, her slit virginal tight. “Please, please, I'm not into girls,” she whimpered as I stroked up her slit. “Then why are you so wet?” I asked, kissing my friend again. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth as I parted her tight folds. I felt her inner petals, soaked in her excitement. I brushed her hymen stretched over her pussy's entrance, full of little holes. I caressed back up and found her clit. She spasmed. I worked her little bud, making her whimper and groan against me. Her body trembled. Her juices flowed, slicking my fingers dancing on her clit. She sucked at my tongue. Her hands grabbed my waist, digging into my flesh through my blouse. My nipples ached as I rubbed my tits against hers, wishing we were both naked. I loved the heat of her on my fingers. I loved how I made her coo and whimper. The way her body trembled as I massaged her clit. I pressed hard against it. She groaned so loudly into my kiss. Her hands tightened. Her fingers almost hurt digging into my side. I inspired such passion in her. I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. “That's it. Just let yourself go. It's okay to be a slut. I love it.” “I'm not, Leyla,” she gasped, her body trembling. “You don't get wicked desires?” I asked her. “You don't finger yourself thinking naughty thoughts?” “I...I...” She shivered. “I do. But...” “And don't tell me you hate my touch. You love it. you're dripping wet. Just like me. Touch my pussy. Let's make each other cum.” Her hands tightened again on my sides, her body trembling. She gripped me with such a desperate fear, afraid of what would happen if she let go. I grinned and kissed her sweet lips again, loving her, showing her it was okay to let her slut out. Her clit throbbed beneath my dancing fingers. I savored massaging her little bud, my own pussy growing wetter and wetter. My asshole clenched, forcing out more of President Carver's cum. Her body tensed beneath me as I felt her excitement build and build. And then she came. I made my friend cum. Such dizzy delight washed through me. She groaned and whimpered against me. She gasped and shuddered. Her juices flooded out hot around my fingers. Her blue eyes fluttered as the rapture passed through her. Her hands moved, sliding around to cup my ass. She pulled me tight, utterly surrendering to her desire. Her body shuddering against mine made me so hot. My nipples and clit throbbed. My pussy dripped juices. My sphincter tingled. I wanted her to eat me. I wanted to feel those rough braces sliding through my cunt. Her tongue licking cum out of my asshole. I wanted to utterly corrupt her. To show her how awesome being a slut was. All the orgasms she would get. All the men she would please. So many things to show her. “Leyla!” she gasped, her head snapping back, breaking our kiss. “Yes, yes, yes!” “See, it's amazing!” She whimpered again, her body convulsing a final time. My pussy on fire, I stepped back. I brought my fingers to my lips. She stared at me through lidded eyes, watching as I licked her sweet pussy off my digits. I savored her musk, my tongue swirling around them like they were small dicks. My free hand hiked my skirt, revealing my panties. “Now it's your turn.” Kimmy bolted. Before I could stop her, she burst out of the stall. I shuddered, crying out her name, but she was gone. I caught just a glimpse of her blonde hair flying behind her as she fled the bathroom entirely. “Oh, no,” I groaned, my stomach twisting. I didn't mean to frighten the poor thing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mrs. Umayyah Clint's eyes were on me as I lectured about math. I felt him ogling my big breasts. Even in my conservative blouse, their size stretched out the material. He was such a handsome, young man. Sitting back-straight, tall, his shoulders broad. He had a chiseled face and intense, dark eyes that hungered for me. I had seen him naked, his muscles rippling as he drove his big cock in and out of his women's mouths, pussies, and assholes. He used his sluts in every way possible. He had a harem, all related to him by blood. “So how is this equation useful?” I asked, pointing at the chalk board, my pussy growing so hot. It wasn't just Clint staring at me. I felt the other young men I taught lusting for me. Evan and Vince and especially Pete. A depraved tremble went through me. How had I never noticed their attention before? The way their eyes followed me as I walked back and forth showing far more interest in my breasts than the girls in the classroom. They lusted for me. Was I a MILF to them? A mother they'd like to fuck? A naughty tingle ran through me. Ever since President Carver rubbed his cock on my cunt, I'd been horny. Masturbating while watching him sodomize my daughter didn't help. The desire had built in me through my last two classes. And now to realize all the boys were ogling me. I knew young men fantasized about fucking their hot teachers. I just never thought of myself as one of them. Now a slut like Vicky Samuels, Clint's aunt, I could see them lusting after. The way she dressed, her big tits on display in low-cut blouses, designed to make her young students pant after her like little puppies. I inspired that same lust. “That's correct,” I said, teaching on autopilot. I turned around, staring at the chalkboard. I picked up a piece to make a mark on the equation when I hesitated. Then, quickly, I undid the top three buttons of my blouse, creating a delicious cleavage of my dusky flesh. Feeling so depraved, I modified the equation. I whirled around, my big breasts swaying in my blouse, Clint's eyes hungry on my cleavage. Pete's almost bulged out of his skull, his fists clenching. “Now do you see how we can use this equation?” All the boys drooled over me. How much would these young men pay, hypothetically, to have sex with their teacher? My pussy clenched. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leyla Umayyah For once, I didn't have to wait around the college while my younger brother, Jalal, fucked around with his chess club. I drove him home as soon as school ended. He was so eager for our special training. I had no idea what it was. I was even more shocked to see that Mom and my older brother Faizel had beat us home from school. “We are going to have so much fun with you,” Jalal grinned, his hand rubbing at my panties as I drove. He shoved it between my thighs the moment he got in the car. “Oh, yeah?” I asked, my pussy dripping with excitement, my asshole a sticky mess with President Carver's drying cum. “What are you training me on?” He just grinned at me and ripped his hands from beneath my skirt. He pushed up his glasses on his slender, boyish face, then darted out of the car. I shivered, turning off the engine. I followed him to the door, my body trembling. Faizel was already naked when I walked in, stroking his hard cock. Mom had the camcorder in hand, a big grin on her face. Jalal pulled off his shirt, revealing his body, skin darker than mine. He had a slender build, not the muscular strength of our older brother. Faizel inherited our father's manly form while Jalal was a more sensitive boy, smart and shy. And so horny. “It's time for you to learn to please two men, slut,” Mother purred. My pussy clenched. “Yes, mother.” Faizel sprang from the couch. I gasped in shock as he seized my black hair. “Come here, you little slut,” he growled, throwing me down to the floor. His dominance just made me so wet. He and Jalal stood over me, their dicks so hard. “Strip naked then get us ready to fuck your whore-holes.” “Yes!” I panted, my body responding to his confidence, my pussy growing so hot and wet. Mom let out an envious groan, the camera trained on me. I had a feeling she would offer videos of my whorish behavior to my clients, too. I trembled, my nipples so hard as I ripped off my blouse, not even bothering to unbutton it all the way. My youthful breasts sprang out. Jalal seize my right one, squeezing hard. “That's it, slut. You're going to make us both cum today.” “Yum,” I moaned as I worked off my skirt, difficult since I was on my knees. But I managed to get the skirt and my stained panties off. I trembled, Jalal letting go of my tits. Their cocks bobbed before me, both so thick and hard. Faizel's edged out Jalal's in size by just a bit, but they both had inherited Dad's prowess. Precum beaded their tips. Acting on instincts, I seized both their dicks, stroking them, pulling their tips close to my slutty lips. I shuddered, fisting them as Mom filmed. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thighs, more cum leaking out of my asshole. I sucked Faizel's dick into my mouth first. He was the eldest, after all. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his muscular chest rippling as I sucked on his thick dick. My tongue bathed the tip, loving the flavor of his precum. But I didn't ignore my little brother. My hand flew up and down his dick, making him groan. He pushed up his glasses as his face twisted with pleasure. I shuddered, feeling like such a slut. I sucked harder on Faizel's dick, making him grunt in delight. Then I switched. My lips popped off my older brother's dick and swallowed my younger brother's cock. Jalal let out a gasp of delight. I sucked and slurped on his shaft, fisting my older brother's prick hard. I pumped my hand up and down his girth as I pleasured Jalal. “Such a sweet sister,” Jalal groaned. “Yes, she is,” Faizel panted. I switched cocks again and he groaned, “Fuck, yes, little sis. Suck my dick. We're going to fuck that whore-body of yours so hard.” “So hard,” Jalal echoed. Their words made me so hot. I fisted their cocks, going back and forth between them, Sucking, slurping, pleasing. My saliva dripped down my chin and ran down their shafts to my pumping hands. Their dicks throbbed in my hands to the rhythm of their passionate hearts, Jalal's beating faster. I savored the flavor of their precum staining my lips. I trembled, my pussy growing so hot and juicy. More and more cream ran down my thighs. The itch swelled in me. I wanted to touch myself, but my hands were busy. Mom filmed it all. “That's it,” grunted Faizel, his chest rippling as he trembled. “Damn, baby sis, what a slut. We're going to drench your face in cum.” “Drench your face,” panted Jalal, his eyes wild behind his glasses. “Oh, yes! Just cover you! Such a slut.” “I am!” I moaned as I switched dicks. I could feel their passion mounting. Their pleasure building. Such whorish desires surged through me. I stroked their cocks faster and faster, switching their dicks with such speed. I hardly sucked more than once, my head whipping back and forth, my hair dancing about my shoulders in sweeping arcs of silk. Then, by some instinct burgeoning in my hot cunt, I pulled my lips from both. I aimed my brothers' dicks at my face. I stroked their dicks as fast as I could. I stared up at them, seeing the pleasure in their faces. The building passion. I knew their cum boiled in their balls. “Cum on my face, brothers!” I howled. “Drench me in your jizz! Let it splatter all over my skin.” “Yes,” Mom hissed, the camera aimed right at my face, ready to catch my dusky features painted in pearly, incestuous cum. “Do it!” I snarled, so lost to my depraved lusts. “Drench me, brothers!” “You fucking whore!” grunted Faizel. His dick erupted first. Hot cum spurted from his cock, splashing the left side of my face. I shuddered, the hot cream rippling over my features. Then Jalal, letting out a grunt, copied his older brother. His cock spurted incestuous jizz. I moaned, opening my mouth wide, thrusting out my tongue to catch my brother's salty cream. They bathed my face. Ropy lines painted across my cheeks and forehead. Spunk ran down the bridge of my nose, soaked my eyebrows. More splattered my hair, matting down my curls. I felt each pulse shoot down their cocks before jizz splashed on my face. I loved it. I moaned with such lust. I savored the flavors of their mixing jizz. My tongue flashed out of my mouth, whipping around my lips to gather every drop of their spunk I could. They both grunted as I fisted them. I squeezed out the last drops onto the tip of my tongue. “What a whore, baby sis.” “Yes, a whore,” echoed Jalal. “I am,” I groaned, my mouth full of cum. More ran down my body. “And I love it!” I released their cocks. They stayed hard as they watched me scoop cum off my face, bringing it to my greedy lips. I felt Mom watching me, her eyes smoldering. Did she hunger to lick the jizz off my face. Was she truly a slut like me, just pretending she wasn't. The way she ate my pussy... “Damn, baby sis,” Faizel groaned as I dragged my fingers up my cheek, gathering more pearly jism on them. I popped them in my mouth as he stroked his own dick. Their cum coated my face, my neck. Some even ran down to my breasts. “What do you say, brother? Do we fuck this whore hard?” “Yes,” Jalal groaned. “Just like we talked about,” Faizel grinned. “Take control of the slut. Show her who's in charge.” “You are,” I breathed, my fingers scooping up cum off my neck and popping the salty treat into my mouth. Jalal groaned. Then he fell to his knees and grabbed my hair. I squeaked in pain, my pussy clenching hard, as he pulled me over him. He sank onto his back. I ended up straddling him, my pussy rubbing on my brother's hard dick. An incestuous thrill ran through me. “Fuck that cunt down my dick, sister,” he growled, sounding so strong and authoritative. Even with his glasses on, his face transformed into such manly power. I loved it. Mom whimpered, still filming but with only one hand, the other digging her skirt into her crotch, fingering her hot pussy through her clothing. How would Dad react if Mom was a slut? “Fuck my cock, slut!” Jalal snarled, seizing my nipple and twisting hard. The pain shocked me into motion. A wet, wanton moan rose from my throat as I seized his dick. I lifted up on my thighs, guiding him to my dripping pussy. Then, with a loud groan, I impaled myself down his incestuous shaft. My brother filled my pussy. He reached deeper in me than President Carver. I whimpered, grinding my clit into his pubic bone, his thick bush rubbing on my clit. My body contorted. My asshole clenching, forcing out more cum from the depths of my bowels. “Look at that,” Faizel grunted as I rose on our little brother's dick. “The whore's already been fucked in the ass today.” “Yes, she's such a slut,” Mom moaned, fingers digging so hard into her crotch. “Fuck her asshole.” My eyes widened as Faizel knelt behind me. “Two cocks? At the same time?” “Just like a slut would enjoy,” Faizel said. “Right, Mom?” “Of course,” she answered, her voice tight and breathless. I trembled, my pussy clenching hard on Jalal's cock as our older brother rubbed the tip of his dick against my asshole. He pressed against my sphincter, the president's cum lubing the way for him to slip in with ease. His drove me down Jalal's dick. My eyes widened. Two cocks were in me. They filled me to the hilt. I whimpered, squirming on them. Both my holes stuffed with my brothers' shafts. Pleasure radiated out of me, two different but delicious flavors of euphoria. The silky, wet heat from my pussy and the rough, velvety fire from my asshole. And then Faizel fucked me. “Oh, yes!” I howled, my head snapping back, my body pressing into Faizel's muscular chest. “That's... That's... Wow!” My hips moved by whorish instinct. I found a rhythm with my older brother's hard, forceful strokes. I moved on both their dicks. My pussy slid up and down Jalal's cock as Faizel sodomized me with his powerful thrusts. His balls smacked my taint, slamming me down Jalal's shaft. My little brother groaned. His hands seized my tits, squeezing hard. His face twisted with pleasure as he enjoyed the delight of my pussy. My hips danced, stirring both their dicks through my holes as the euphoria surged through me. It reached my mind. “Oh, yes! Oh, that's so good. Fuck me, brothers! Fuck my whorish holes!” “Yes, yes, yes,” hissed Mom. “Plow the little slut. Fill her with your cum!” “We will, Mother,” Jalal groaned, fingers finding my nipples, twisting. Pleasure shot from my nipples to my pussy and asshole. Two different fires drank in the sensations. My cunt and bowels clenched down on their shafts. Incestuous rapture raged inside of me. My orgasm swelled and swelled as my brothers' cocks reamed my body over and over. Flesh slapped against flesh. My crotch into Jalal, my ass into Faizel. Every stroke of their dicks swelled my rapture. It grew and grew inside of me. It promised to engulf me. To bury me in a tsunami of incestuous ecstasy. “What a slut,” grunted Faizel, pounding my asshole harder, increasing the wonderful friction. “A slut,” Jalal groaned, twisting my nipples so hard. “I am!” I whimpered, my head swaying, my body growing drunk on pleasure. “I'm going to... Yes!” My pussy and asshole writhed about their dicks. Rapture surged through me. Ecstasy hammered my mind. My body convulsed between them. I spasmed out of control as their dicks filled my holes over and over. They fucked me, Jalal thrusting upward as our brother thrust downward. Their dicks slammed into my cunt and bowels over and over. And that kept me cumming. Rapture raged through my body. I squealed and gasped, beyond words, beyond thoughts. There was only the press of our flesh. My brothers' dicks filling my cunt with their incestuous lusts. Their thick, long cocks reaming to the depths of my twat and bowels. They filled me over and over. I loved it. I drank it in. I never wanted it to stop. “Fuck that little slut,” hissed Mom, trembling, a stain spreading across her skirt as she rubbed her pussy through it. “Plow her! Cum in her!” “Yes, Mom!” Jalal groaned, his face twisting with pleasure. “We'll dump so much jizz into our slut-sister!” Faizel grunted, ramming that cock into my spasming bowels, driving my convulsing pussy down Jalal's dick. “Yes!” I whimpered, quivering, another orgasm surging through me. Stars danced before my vision. “Cum in me, brothers!” This time, Jalal came first. He grunted, thrusting upward as Faizel's stroke drove me downward. Our flesh slapped together. Then his cum spurted into my hungry cunt. I groaned, my little brother's spunk filling my twat. A moment later, Faizel groaned. His hands squeezed my hips. His dick unloaded into my asshole, adding more spunk to my bowels' depths. I quivered, both my brothers' jizz pumping into my holes. I whimpered in orgasmic rapture. And the camera captured it all. Immortalized my whorish pleasure. I found the lens, staring into it as my rapture burned through me. I grinned at it, so proud I pleasured both my brothers at the same time. That I used both my holes at once to make them cum. I only wished Dad was here, his cock filling my mouth. All three of my holes used at the same time by the men in my life. The men I loved. “What a slut!” Mom hissed as my orgasm peaked through me. “I am!” I howled to the camera, my holes milking out the last of my brothers' jizz. And then I collapsed into a gasping, panting, quivering mess. Faizel ripped his cock out of my asshole. Jalal pushed me off of him, his shaft plopping out of my cunt. I could only lie on the floor, my entire body buzzing, incestuous jizz running out of both my holes, making a mess on the living room carpet. I stared at the ceiling, slowly cumming down from my orgasmic high. My fingers idly played with my messy pussy, bringing cum to my lips, savoring it mixed with my tangy cream. The same delight my mother feasted on earlier today. Was she a slut? She couldn't be. She couldn't do that to Dad. Yes, she helped me train. Yes, she helped out my brothers when I couldn't, but that didn't make her like me? She was just being a good mother. Helping out her children. But she licked out President Carver's cum out of my pussy... For money. I shook my head. No. She did that to help with the performance. He offered to fuck her for money, and she refused. She pointed out she was married. She would never hurt my father by being a slut. He was such a wonderful man. She could never betray him that way. And I bet he would be so proud to learn that I made $200 whoring today. $160 for the family and $40 for myself. I wondered if he would give me a treat for applying my whorish predilection to help out the family. That had to be why Mom whored me out. Why should she let me be a slut for free when guys would pay for my body? My cell phone rang. I groaned, spotting my discarded skirt. I crawled to it, more cum leaking out of my holes, and fumbled around. I manage to untangle my skirt and dig my cell phone out of my pocket before the call went to voice mail. Then I froze when I saw who it was, my finger hovering over the green circle, about to swipe it to answer the call. It was Kimmy. My stomach tensed. Was she calling to tell me she hated me for fingering her in the bathroom? Had my whorish behavior ruined our friendship? I swiped the green circle, took a deep breath, and said, “Hey, Kimmy.” To be continued...

The Triad and the Village of Pregnant Beauties Chapter 3: Pregnant Twins By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Fiona – Mushroom Ring, Lesh-Ke Mountains, Kingdom of Haz I clutched my pregnant belly, my stomach twisting. It couldn't be Seamus's child. I licked my lips, the familiar flavor of cum coating my mouth. My breasts both ached. They had swollen larger, ripe with breast milk. The creamy liquid beaded at my nipples, mixing with the cum smeared across my body. “I'm filthy,” I said and shuddered. Now that the lusts had passed, I wasn't nearly as happy about being covered in spriggan cum. “Speak for yourself, sweet sister,” Aoifa said, giving a wicked giggle that made her large breasts jiggle above her swollen stomach. She looked so radiant pregnant, sexy and fertile. I concentrated and said, “Spirits of change, cleanse our bodies of the spriggans cum.” It should be our husband's babe swelling her stomach. I rubbed my own as the orange spirits rose around us and danced around our bodies, cleansing the cum from us. Aoifa giggled while I wondered just whose child did I carry? A faerie's? “There's something off about the cum,” I said. “It's definitely not spriggan cum. It would taste woodier.” “How would you know that?” Aoifa asked, raising an eyebrow. I flushed at her implication. “Because I paid attention to Ol' Morgana's lessons. Not because I've made a habit of sucking off spriggans.” “At least before today.” Aoifa's blue eyes flashed at me, an impish grin on her face. “Can you take anything seriously?” I asked as I struggled to stand up. It was so awkward being so pregnant. She just kept grinning at me. She stood with her usual grace, like her swollen belly didn't have her off-balanced at all. I felt like I wanted to tip forward and found myself leaning back to compensate. I shook my head at my torn robes. There was no time to return to the village and our horses to get clean ones. Aoifa's tattered clothing held onto her body better, the straps holding her braces of knives tying the scraps to her. “Very well, let's go to Faerie and rescue our husband.” Aoifa shook her head. “He is in for one big surprise.” “Yes,” I said, feeling suddenly so guilty. I didn't mean to cheat on him and carry someone else's child. “Cursed spriggans.” Aoifa approached the mushroom ring, a steel dagger in hand. “So, I believe we were about to cross over when we were so rudely interrupted.” I nodded my head and concentrated my will on the spirits. I focused my attention on the mushrooms, feeling the power contained in them, and exhaled. “Spirits of summoning, activate this circle and open our way to Faerie!” I pointed at the circle, the gesture wholly unnecessary, but I couldn't help myself. Green spirits rose out of the world, a horde of them, responding to the force of my will. They surged past me, dancing with joy, and settled into the mushrooms. The toadstools glowed green, the energy from the spirits reaching out to each other, forming a complete circle. “Oh, my,” Aoifa said, her eyes widening, her pale body painted in green light. Normally, she couldn't see the spirits at work. But they were opening the portal between realities. The green light grew brighter and then shimmered. A curtain appeared, wavering in the air. When it parted, it revealed a cavern, the walls covered in glittering gems, streaks of gold and silver veins working through the dark stone. Spirits of all sorts danced on the other side. That was...unusual. Normally, the spirits hid in things, only coming out when a witch called them. But in Faerie, they were dancing so happily, playing with each other, dancing and swirling around each other. Was that normal? “Well, let's go,” Aoifa smiled and threw herself through the curtain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seamus – Realm of Faerie “Just surrender and be my pet,” moaned Cherry, her pussy sliding up and down my cock. I groaned, fighting her magic digging into my bulwark. My oath to Gewin held, but it crumbled with every hot, wet slide of her pussy on my cock. Her cunt gripped me, her body so lithe as she hugged me, rubbing her small breasts on my chest. “No,” I grunted, pulling at the ropes. But they still wouldn't budge. I was trapped. There was no way to break free. I would surrender. I would become her pet. No! Fiona and Aoifa were still free. They would come. My wives wouldn't abandon me. “I'll love you as much as them,” Cherry moaned, her pussy molten on my cock. “I won't let Blossom or Midnight hurt you. I'll love you and care for you. You'll be my favorite pet.” I grunted, teeth clenched against the rising orgasms, my balls building towards another explosion. Over her shoulder, I could see some of the men from the village. They were the other faeries pets, begging to serve them, accepting the whips and flails. “Keep whipping me, Mistress,” moaned one strapping man, kneeling without restraints while Blossom flogged his ass with a magical flail. It was pathetic. I didn't want to be like that. But Cherry's pussy... The faerie worked that hot cunt up and down my cock as she fucked me. She was so tight, her snatch sucking at my cock eager for my cum to spill in her. She cooed in my ear, promising me so much. But I'd just be a dog to her. Yes, her favorite, but nothing but a hound expected to beg for scraps from her table. She moaned, working her sweet cunt faster and faster. The pleasure swelled through me. It reached through my body. It was so hard to fight her with that ecstasy wrapped about my cock, massaging me, bringing me closer and closer to erupting. “Please, mighty warrior,” moaned Cherry. “You're so handsome. I don't want Blossom and Midnight to hurt you again.” “I...do...” I groaned. I could fight the pain, but the pleasure...? How could I fight pleasure? My body yearned to surrender to it. “I can hurt you,” Cherry moaned. “If that will make you happy. I want to make you happy. I'll take such good care of you.” Her magic reached deeper, tendrils climbing over my mind's redoubt, reaching closer and closer to covering me in worship for her. I groaned, banging my head back into the rock wall, my balls aching to erupt into her sweet pussy. Then she suddenly gasped. Her pussy clenched hard as she shuddered. “What was that?” Blossom turned from whipping her slave and Midnight stopped riding her pet's cock to look over her shoulder. Blossom's red butterfly wings fluttered as she spun around, her red hair swaying about her shoulders. “Someone has entered our mines,” Blossom said. Hope surged through me. “Two someone's,” laughed Midnight. “Maybe they didn't appreciate our gift.” “Or maybe they came to thank us,” Blossom said, a dangerous glint in her eyes. Cherry started fucking me again, moaning, “Take care of them while I work on the mighty warrior.” Blossom's wings twitched. She muttered something that had Midnight giggling wickedly. Then the two faeries soared out of the room and down a table, leaving their slaves panting on the bed, both sounding dazed, dominated by their magic. “Mmm, just me and you,” Cherry moaned. “Isn't that nice?” Her magic redoubled its effort to penetrate my defenses, but my wives were coming. Hope buttressed my defenses. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aoifa “So, slaves for a mine?” I asked as we walked through the tunnels, passing the missing village men as they used bronze pickaxes to dig out the gems in the walls, adding the gorgeous stones to piles of glittering riches. Unlike gems mined in our world, these came out perfectly cut. And they were huge. My hand twitched, eager to take a few. “They're all naked and whipped, too,” Fiona said, her cheeks blushing as she walked stiffly beside me, looking ahead instead of appreciating all the muscular men around us. Some of them had great assess. And big cocks. “Must be female faeries,” I grinned. “They must be using Seamus hard. The idiot must be in heaven.” “They're also ensorcelled.” My sister glanced at one. “There are enchantment spirits clinging to each of them.” “Really? Faeries control spirits like you do? They're witches?” “The spirits aren't being forced to do it.” Fiona face twisted. “They are happy to obey.” “Great,” I said. I looked around. “So do all mushroom rings lead to here? Is this like the entrance to faerie?” Fiona shook her head. “Unlike the Astral Realm, Faerie is conterminous with our world.” I blinked. “What?” “It matches up location to location. While its geography is different, a mushroom ring leads to the corresponding location in Faerie. If we found another portal, say five miles away to the east, we would exit into our world five miles away and to the east.” “I see,” I said. “That...makes some sense. And the Astral Realm...doesn't?” I didn't know much about the Astral Realm. The gods were said to dwell there, each with their own home, and when you died, your soul went there, either to your god's home, to a place of punishment, or...just left to wander. “The Astral Realm is coexistent with our world but not conterminous. It exists all around us equally, but there's no correlation between locations. The Astral Realm is said to be infinite.” “How big is that?” “It's unending.” Now that hurt my brain. It hurt my brain so much I almost missed the subtle clue of an impending attack. But I heard the flutter of large wings and, luckily, my instincts worked even as my head ached trying to picture what an infinity was like. My knife hissed through the air, making Fiona gasp. Purple energy suddenly burst, knocking my knife out of the air as two faeries appeared flying down the tunnel. The one in the lead was red-haired and winged. The one behind her was darker, black wings with purple swirls, her skin even paler. “Spirits of protection, defend us,” Fiona shouted as a blast of purple energy shot from the red-haired faerie. I jumped to the side, but it was awkward with my pregnant belly. Instead of the graceful roll, I sprawled on my back, groaning. A red shield sprang up before my sister and me, catching the blast. The purple rippled about the red like water splashing against a wall. “Twinborn witch,” the red-haired faerie said, her eyes narrowing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seamus Cherry looked over her shoulder as she fucked me, biting her lips. Purple flashes came down the corridor. She frowned, like she was seeing something that I couldn't. Her hips stopped pumping her pussy up and down my cock, her small breasts rubbing on my chest as she breathed. “That's not good,” she whispered. The magical bonds suddenly felt different. They were still strong, but it was like what was powering them wasn't as effective. Cherry's attention had wavered. She was staring down the corridor and not...focusing on my bonds. I acted, heaving. “Gewin, give me strength,” I grunted as my muscles pulled on the magical rope. The strain ran through my arms. My muscles ached and burned as they pulled. I growled through clenched teeth as I hauled on the bonds. Cherry snapped her head around, eyes widening as she realized what was happening. The bonds ripped. “No!” she gasped as I dropped to the floor with a grunt. My hands seized her, ripping her off my cock. She squirmed in my arms as I wrestled with her, stumbling forward. Her butterfly wings fluttered, brushing my arms and leaving powdery dust on my skin. “You have to stop,” she gasped as my hands shifted on her squirming body. I had one on her thigh, sliding up her flesh as she squirmed. My other hand tried to grab an arm and twist it behind her back. “Please! I don't want to hurt you!” “I'm not your slave,” I snarled back, grasping her arm and twisting it behind her back. Purple exploded from her. Pain flooded my body. I spasmed, my hand on her thigh shooting upward. Fingers pressed into her pussy as I growled through the hurt shooting through my body. I stumbled forward and fell atop her. She grunted and squirmed beneath me, pouring the agony into me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fiona The spirits fought me. They didn't want to obey me. I had to throw out my will, forcing them to obey me. They acted sullen. I was lucky to get the shield up in time. The energy blasted against it as I grit my teeth, keeping my will sharp, holding the spirits in place. It didn't make sense. Spirits loved me. I was a twinborn witch. I never had to try hard to get them to obey me. They were happy to obey me. But the faeries were using spirits, too. They danced around them. The faeries didn't even have to speak. The spirits just responded out of instinct or maybe through unspoken commands. The fairies thought, and the spirits acted. Because the spirits were from here. The realization struck me. This was where the spirits came from. They loved the faeries even more than they loved me. They were happy to obey them. And I was making them resist. Aoifa gained her feet. She dodged out from my shield, her pregnant belly swaying before her. She threw daggers at the black-haired faerie. They hissed through the air, glinting with deadly steel. The swallow-tailed faerie gasped, fear on her face as she dodged around them. The daggers clattered off the wall. Purple energy followed Aoifa, but my twin sister was fast, racing away. I focused on the red-haired faerie. I couldn't just hide behind my shield. I had to attack. My forehead furrowed, sweat breaking out over my brow. I shrank the shield, letting half of the conjuration spirits go. And then I went on the offensive. “Spirits of destruction, smite down my enemies,” I howled, forcing orange evocation spirits to surge towards the faerie. Red conjuration spirits leapt to her defense. Purple energy shot from the faerie. It was like the spirits fed her the power, but she was the one who used it, directing it in a pure form. They clung to her body, pulsing as she threw up defenses. The evocation spirits clinging to the faerie's wrist glowed brighter. She stared at me with a wild look in her eye. And then beams of purple energy shot out. They slammed into my shield. I gasped, the force boring through them. I abandoned my attack, the evocation spirits I controlled surging towards the faerie, powering her beam more. My heart hammered as I reached out my will, grabbing more conjuration spirits with my desire and forcing them into my shield. They danced before me, agitated, not wanting to save me. “Please,” I groaned to them. “Protect me.” “The little bit of faerie blood in you isn't enough,” laughed the redheaded faerie. Her wings fluttered behind her. Something glittered in her eyes. And then purple enchantment spirits surged towards her. They poured out of the stone and gathered on her round breasts and hairless pussy. They pulsed, feeding energy into her body. I could see it moving through her veins. And then she exhaled a cloud of purple radiance. It swept at my shield, a fog. My eyes widened. I struggled to turn my shield into a cocoon, to cover myself. But the conjuration spirits fought me. The shield spread wider and wider and... The fog rolled over me and struck me. Overwhelming lust surged through me. The faerie laughed as I turned, gazing at my sister dodging the black-haired faerie's attacks. She was so beautiful and regal, so graceful with her heavy breasts and pregnant belly. Milk flicked from her nipples as she danced, white pearls soaring through the air. A hunger over came me. I pounced on my sister. “Fiona!” Aoifa gasped as I seized her and carried her to the stone floor. “What are you doing?” I latched onto her pierced nipple, suckling so hard. I groaned as her milk flooded my mouth, her nipple ring twisting as I suckled. It tasted so wonderful. This sweet, hot, creamy liquid flowing into my mouth. I nursed from my twin, gulping down milk as the purple cloud descended upon her. “Yes,” my sister moaned. “Oh, my sweet sister, yes!” “Look at them,” giggled the redhead. “Just a pair of horny, human sluts. Eh, Midnight?” “Mmm, and twins,” laughed the dark-haired faerie. “Blossom, this is hot.” I ignored them. I didn't care about them I suckled on my sister's breast, my hand roaming her body. My tongue played with her nipple ring between sucks. Our pregnant bellies rubbed together. My pussy was so hot. Burning for her touch. Her hands stroked me, finding my tits, squeezing them. “I need your milk,” moaned Aoifa. “Move, sweet-sister. Let me suckle from your tits, too.” Still sucking, I maneuvered around her, working across the stone floor of the mine. My breasts were so swollen, so aching to nurse. I gulped down her milk as I dragged my breast across her cheek. My nipple found her lips. My twin sister suckled. My pussy clenched. Juices dribbled down my thighs as we suckled at each other's breasts. We both moaned about the other's nipple, gulping down the creamy treat. It was so amazing. My nipple tingled as the milk squirted into her hungry mouth. Every suckle shot pleasure to my cunt. My hips wiggled. It was so amazing. “Just a pair of hungry sows,” Midnight chortled. “Just pigging out on each other's milk.” “And look at her cunt,” Blossom said. I shuddered as a hand dragged up my thigh and reached my wet pussy. “Her pregnant pussy is dripping with passion. She's getting off on it.” “How long before they eat each other's pussies?” I suckled hard, my pussy clenching. I moaned my disappointment as the faerie's fingers withdrew. My eyes looked down my sister's body. Beyond her pregnant stomach was her pussy. She would taste so delicious. I could lick her. She could lick me. I swallowed a final mouthful of cream. I swished it through my mouth, loving the taste. My pussy needed satiating. And I knew my sister's did, too. Her thighs swung open and close as she squirmed on the rocks. My mouth popped off my sister's nipple. She suckled hard on mine, gulping down my milk. I screamed out, “Sixty-nine!” Aoifa released my nipple. “Yes!” “So pathetic,” laughed Blossom as my sister and I moved. “So easy to control by lust.” “Not that warrior,” Midnight said. Warrior... Seamus? We were here to...save Seamus... I had to focus. We were... And then my face was between Aoifa's thighs. We were on our sides, our pregnant bellies pressed into each other's tits. I hugged her, gripping her ass as I bent around her pregnant belly to bury my face into her pussy while she did the same to mine. I licked my sister's shaved cunt, gathering her tart juices, and moaned. Her tongue lapped through my hot cunt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seamus The pain surged through me. I had to stop her. My fingers were in her cunt. I could feel her hot passion about my fingers. She had been close to cumming when I broke free. Her flesh was on fire. So wet and silky. I pumped my fingers in and out of her, staring down at her face. Her blue eyes widened. Her blonde hair spread out from her face while pleasure shuddered through her. The pain lessened as I fingered her cunt. A smile crossed her lips. “Mmm, yes, make me cum,” she purred. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt. I stared at them, realizing something. The agony still surged through me, aching every part of my body. But I resisted it. “You must really want to cum.” “So badly, my pet,” she moaned, wiggling beneath me. “I love cumming.” “And I'll let you cum,” I grinned at her, rubbing my fingers together. “I'll let you cum on my cock. I know that's what you want.” “No, no, you're my pet,” she objected, confusion flicking across her face. “I command you to make me cum.” The pain flared through me. I snarled and smeared her pussy juices on her lips. I shook my head, pushing my body away. The purple energy ran across my skin. I rose on shaky legs, my muscles trembling as the agony ate at me. But I was a paladin of Gewin. The god of war girded my limbs with iron. “No!” I growled, staring at the cave. Moans came from there. “What are you doing?” she asked as I took a step for the exit l. “I want to cum.” “Do you?” I growled, staring down at her. She reached out, grabbing my dick. She stroked it in her hands. I was hard, aching. “I want to cum so badly. So make me cum.” “Then beg,” I said, seizing her hair. I held her in pained fingers. My body shook. The agony burned through my body. My bones rattled as her purple energy danced over me. “What?” she blinked. “Beg for my cock,” I panted. “Say, 'Master, let me fuck your huge dick so my slutty pussy can cum.'” Her eyes were wide. A tremble shot through her. Her breasts quivered. “You're not like Blossom and Midnight,” I continued, the pain lessening as her brow furrowed. “You don't like giving orders. You were begging me to be your slave. You didn't seize me, you were pleading.” She shook her head. “You're my pet.” “Really?” I pulled her lips closer to my dick. “Then why would you do this?” I yanked hard. Her mouth opened as she gasped in pain. My cock rammed into her mouth. The faerie's blue wings, dotted with red, fluttered behind her. Her mouth was so warm and wet on my cock. She moaned about it. The pain dwindled. Less purple energy crackled across my muscular body. “If you were strong, if you were a dominant faerie, then why would you let me do this?” I gripped her blonde hair in both hands now, fucking her mouth down my cock. “Why would you surrender? You beg. You plead. You cajole. That's how a submissive acts! That's what gets your little faerie-cunt hot and wet.” I ripped her mouth off my cock. She gasped for breath, droll dribbling down her chin. “Isn't it? Your pussy has never been hotter.” She tried to look down, but I yanked her head up. Her blue eyes were so wide. “Answer me!” “Yes,” she whispered, squirming her thighs. “Now say it!” I shook her head, her eyes flicking to my cock. “Beg!” “Master, can you please my pussy and make me cum with your big cock.” The pain vanished. I let go of her hair and she fell onto her back, spreading her legs. Her hairless pussy was a tight slit weeping juices. She shuddered, her small breasts rising and falling as I fell to my knees between her thighs. “Grab my cock and bringing it to your faerie-cunt, slave,” I growled. “Yes, Master,” she moaned, her entire body shaking. A smile touched the corners of her mouth. Then she grabbed my dick and brought it to her pussy. She rubbed it up and down on her hot flesh. She shuddered, her eyes widening. Then she found the entrance to her pussy, staring up at me with those sweet, submissive eyes. “Fuck me, Master,” Cherry moaned. “Please! Please! I need you in me!” I rammed my cock into her pussy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fiona My tongue flailed through my twin sister's pregnant snatch. Her tart juices stained my lips, coating my cheeks. Pleasure rushed through me. Her tongue caressed through my folds and brushed my clit. I shuddered every time, rubbing my pregnant belly into her pillowy breasts. It was so hot. It was so wonderful. I devoured her cunt. I was out of control. I needed to make her cum as badly as I had to orgasm. And her delicious tongue built the pleasure in me. She whipped it through my pregnant cunt, teasing me, driving me wild. “Aoifa, you wonderful sister,” I panted, shuddering. “Yes, yes, yes, eat my cunt.” “Make me cum, sweet sister,” Aoifa moaned, her fingers digging into my ass. “Make me cum,” sneered one of the watching faeries. “Look at the sows just rut and feast. They came here to save their husband.” “But now they're our slaves, too,” laughed the other. “Ooh, we're going to make you watch as he fucks us. As we whip him.” “He'll call you filthy cunts. Ugly whores.” The words angered me, which made me eat my sister's pussy harder and harder. There was a part of me that wanted to lash out at them. Seamus would never say those words. He loved us. He was too strong to be their slaves. He wasn't a weak sow like I was. I pigged out on my sister's cunt. I devoured her tart juices. They were amazing. Wonderful. They coated my lips with creamy delight. I moaned, my every breath full of her sweet musk as I squirmed against her. My nipples throbbed on her swollen belly, aching with milk. My pussy clenched as her tongue swirled through my depths. I came closer and closer to cumming. My fingers dug into my sister's ass, pulling her pussy so tight against my hungry lips. I shoved my tongue into her cunt's depths, swirling around, making her groan into my snatch. She found my clit, sucking on it. “Aoifa!” I gasped, my orgasm hurling closer and closer. “I'm going to explode.” “Pair of Saphique-cursed lesbians,” laughed one of the faeries. “They just love pussy.” “They're going to eat each other's cunts until they die,” giggled the other. “While their husband fucks our bodies and makes us cum and cum!” “Disgusting dykes!” I shuddered, the humiliating words shooting through me. My pussy clenched. My clit throbbed in my sister's mouth. I came so hard. My pussy spasmed. Juices squirted out of my snatch as I heaved and moaned into Aoifa's cunt. Her lips released my clit to drink down the flood of my cream. Wave after wave of rapture washed out of my pussy and into my mind. Ecstasy inundated me. It swirled through my mind, washing over my thoughts and making me squirm and moan. I sucked on my sister's clit hard, making her buck as the pleasure consumed me. Stars danced before my eyes. I moaned out my pleasure. “Aoifa, I love your mouth! Such a wonderful sister!” And as I screamed, the ecstasy did something else. It washed over that part of me enchanted by the spell. The part making me so horny and out of control that I didn't care about the horrid things the faeries were saying. How they would make our husband fuck them while we had sex until we died. How he would insult us. How he would be their slaves. I had a moment of clarity. And I used it. “Spirits of dispelling, cleanse the foul lust from our minds,” I moaned into my sister's pussy. My will surged out and seized the spirits. The faeries were still laughing about us. They weren't paying attention. They were being pleasured. They had the village men fucking them from behind, ramming cocks into their pussies while they moaned out their demeaning and insulting words. Aoifa shuddered as she was freed, too, from the lust enchantment. She froze for a moment, but then she kept licking me, tonguing me. Keeping up the charade. “Yes, yes, yes, now make me cum, whore!” moaned my sister. “I want to cum so hard! You are such a lesbian whore!” “Lesbian whore!” laughed one of the faeries as my sister's hand moved from my ass. She was up to something. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aoifa My sister was so smart. I don't know how she fought off the lust long enough to dispel it. I was lost to their spell. I didn't care about anything but eating Fiona's pussy and having mine eaten. But now, my thoughts were clear. Mostly. Because Fiona still sucked on my clit. And that was making my pussy boil. I was so close to cumming. But I had to act. We had to subdue these faeries now. They were distracted. This was our chance to defeat them. My hand slipped into my pouch. It contained all manner of items. Including my maidenshair rope, made from the silkiest of Tuathan hair. It was so fine and supple. And it was enchanted by my sister. I pulled it out as I humped her mouth. “Yes, yes, yes, you're going to make me cum ,you lesbian whore,” I moaned, knowing the faeries would love it. “Spray your cream all over her face,” laughed Midnight as her pale body writhed in the embrace of the dusky-skinned, Hazian man. I threw the rope at her and sprang into action. As I gained my feet, my twin sister's pussy juices dripping off my face, the rope hissed through the air. It crashed into the Midnight and the man she was fucking, wrapping about them both. It bound them together. Her eyes widened in shock as I drew a dagger and seized her hair, yanking her forward. She fell to the ground, the man fucking her grunting. I straddled her waist, rubbing my hot pussy on her thigh as I leaned over and shoved my nipple into her mouth. I put my knife to her throat, knowing she would be afraid of steel. “Suckle, bitch,” I moaned. She did. I smiled. “Mmm, Saphique's virgin cunt, but that's nice.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seamus Cherry's pussy sucked at my dick as I reamed it in and out of her. I held her ass with my left hand as I plunged over and over into her pussy, her small breasts jiggling. My right reached down her body, seizing a nipple and squeezing hard. Pain and pleasure crossed her face. Her cunt clamped down on my dick as she moaned and trembled. Her wings, spread out like a cape on the ground, fluttered ever so slightly as she whimpered and moaned. They had hurt me, and it had been exciting. They had whipped me, inflicted pain on me, and it had made my dick throb. I plunged my hips faster and faster into her cunt. My balls thwacked over and over against her taint. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Master!” she moaned. “Spill your seed in me!” “Because you want to pleasure me?” I growled, twisting her nipple. “Yes!” she howled. “Yes, yes, yes. I want to pleasure you, Master!” Those words set her off. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. I groaned, her hot flesh writhing about my plunging cock. I pulled on her nipple, stretching out her breast. Her face contorted with rapture as she humped against me. Her moans sang through the cave, her thighs so tight about my waist. She milked me, eager for my cum. I could see it in her face, in her eyes. She burned for my cum spurting into her depths. I growled, plunging my dick faster and faster into her pussy, my heavy balls thwacking her taint. The pressure built. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fiona As Aoifa sprang away from me, I acted. She threw her rope at Midnight, so I went for red-haired Blossom. She was cumming hard, her head thrown back, her breasts squeezed by the hands of the Hazian man plowing her cunt from behind. “Spirits of restraint, bind her and bring me my sister's dagger!” I shouted, forcing my will outward. The blue abjuration spirits acted, surging under the control of my will. They fought me, but my will was too great. Blue energy wrapped about Blossom, yanking her from the man fucking her. She spasmed, moaning, as she crashed to the ground at my feet, her arms pinned to her side, her legs sealed tight. Angry eyes stared up at me. “You Las-damned sow, I'll—” The other abjuration spirits brought me one of Aoifa's throwing daggers that lay scattered through the tunnel. Blossom's eyes widened as I fell to my knees, my pregnant belly swaying. I grunted, planting the dagger against her throat. “Yes, yes, yes,” Aoifa moaned in throaty, orgasmic pleasure. “Drink my milk, faerie-bitch! Drink it all down.” Blossom trembled, her throat fluttering as I loomed over her. “P-please, don't hurt me.” Tears fell down her cheeks. The haughty cruelness had vanished. “W-we weren't really g-going to kill you. W-we would have freed you.” “But kept our husband as your slave? Along with all the other men?” I looked around. “We gave the women, gave you, new men. In your bellies.” Anger surged in me. “Whose sons? Who is the father of my child?” “Your husband. Seamus.” She shuddered. “All the women carry the sons of their husbands or lovers. We wanted to compensate them.” I looked around. “And this was all so you could have slaves to mine for gems?” “They're pretty. And it's so hard to do it ourselves. Human men are so skilled at labor.” Blossom shuddered. “Please don't kill me.” “I want your word,” I hissed, “that you will free all the men, including my husband, that you'll let my sister and I go, and you and your fellow faeries never cause problems to humans again.” “I p-promise,” she said. “I want you to say it.” I pushed the knife tighter. Such anger boiled through me. Keep my husband! “I promise!” “Say it once more!” I snarled. “I p-promise to free all the men, including your husband, that I will let you and your sister go, and the me, Midnight, and Cherry will never cause humans problems again.” Faeries were devious creatures, but they had to hold to their word given thrice. A red conjuration spirit appeared, forming a four-leaf clover speckled with silver. It floated in the air before me, spinning around. “My token... My promise,” Blossom said. I seized it and released her. “Take me to my husband.” I shouldn't have been shocked to find Seamus fucking the third faerie. He pounded her cunt, her blonde hair flying about her head as she moaned and orgasmed, begging to be flooded by his cum, calling him master. “Gewin's mighty cock,” my husband groaned, his fiery hair swaying about his rugged face as he buried into her, flooding her cunt. “Yes, yes, yes, Master!” moaned the faerie. “Thank you for using my pussy.” I arched an eyebrow. “Master?” Aoifa gave an appreciative, purring giggle. She, clearly, approved of what our husband had been up to. Seamus looked up. I gasped, seeing the welts crisscrossing his chest. He had been whipped. But he just grinned at us. “Had to tame her faerie pussy. I see you dealt with the other two.” “They have given their word that this is done,” I said, rubbing at my pregnant belly. His jaw fell. “Fiona... Aoifa... You're...” “Pregnant,” I beamed at him. “You're going to be a father soon.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seamus – Tuatha Valley, Lesh-Ke Mountains, The Kingdom of Haz It was strange being in our home. Since our marriage, we'd visited only twice. We spent our time wandering the mountains looking for adventure. And hot women. Not that I would tell Fiona that. We were home because Fiona wanted to give birth here. I squeezed both my wives breasts, bringing their nipples to my mouth. Their tits rubbed on each other's, Aoifa's so big, but Fiona's so firm. Milk squirted from their nipples and landed on my tongue. I groaned, savoring the mix of their creamy milk. “Seamus,” squealed Fiona, kneeling beside Aoifa on our bed. “Mmm, you just can't get enough of our milk.” “He's ravenous for it,” Aoifa giggled. “It's so good,” I moaned before engulfing Aoifa's nipple. Her piercing made it exciting to nurse, her milks squirting in a wider spray, bathing across the inside of my mouth. “Better drink up,” Fiona said, her hands roaming my muscular body. “Once we give birth, it's all for your sons.” “And they'll be so hungry,” groaned Aoifa. “If they're anything like their father.” I popped my lips off Aoifa's nipple, grinning. Then I leaned over and suckled on Fiona's nipple. She gasped, her tight stream of milk squirting into my mouth. I loved how it splashed against the back of my mouth before spilling across my tongue. They both tasted so creamy and delicious. Aoifa was sweeter and Fiona's richer. But they both were amazing. I gorged on them, moving back and forth as my hands slid up and their thighs, reaching for their hot pussies. I slid through Fiona's silky curls and Aoifa's smooth folds before I found the entrances to their pregnant pussies. They both moaned as I penetrated them. Their flesh was so hot and tight about my fingers, clenching down as I probed into them. “Oh, yes,” Fiona purred as I latched onto her breast again, suckling hard. “Mmm,” moaned Aoifa when I switched to her nipple, batting her piercing before I suckled and gulped down her milk. My dick ached as I drank more and more of their milk. I fingered my wives so hard, jamming into their depths as I went back and forth between them. I loved their nipples, their milk. It was so exciting to feast on them. They both moaned and gasped, twitching, rubbing their pregnant bellies together and into my stomach. It was so exciting. They were both so radiant, glowing with the new life. It was such a shame the spriggan seeded my wives and not me. But at least it was with my seed. “Seamus!” Fiona gasped, my thumb rubbing hard on her clit. Her pussy tightened on my fingers. I leaned over and latched onto her nipple, suckling hard. Her hand seized my hair, holding me in place with a death grip. Her sweet moans sang through our small home as she gasped out in orgasmic delight. Her pussy spasmed on my fingers, juices flooding out around my hand. “Oh, my wonderful husband,” Fiona moaned, rubbing her swollen belly against mine. “Oh, yes, that's amazing. Keep nursing!” “Stop hogging him, sweet sister,” moaned Aoifa. “I'm so close, too.” “Fine,” Fiona moaned, letting go of my hair. I didn't fight as Aoifa yanked my head over to her breast. There was something exciting about letting her guide me, moving me. I latched onto her nipple, suckling so hard while my body remembered the kiss of those whips. How exciting that was. Aoifa's sweet milk flooded my mouth. My fingers curled in her pussy, rubbing at just the right spot. To make her go wild. She screamed out in bliss, bucking so hard, her fingers tearing out my hair as she came. “Gods, you are such a stud, Seamus,” Aoifa moaned, her pussy spasming about my fingers. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” “Mmm, he is,” Fiona groaned, her voice so throaty as her orgasm died. Fiona's hands pressed on my chest, pushing me back. I didn't fight it. My mouth popped off Aoifa's nipple. She kept spasming, her orgasm burning hot through her body. Her juices coated my hand as I stretched out on the bed. My fingers slid out of their pussies. “Mmm, someone deserves a reward,” grinned Aoifa, her hand touching my cock. “And you have your own cream to share.” “So salty,” Fiona purred, pressing her cheek against her twin sister's face. They weren't identical, but they did look like sisters, the same cheekbones and noses, their eyes the same blue. I was so lucky to have them. Their tongues lapped up my cock together, traveling to the tip. My dick shuddered as the twin sisters sucked on the spongy, pink crown of my dick. My balls tightened. I brought my fingers to my lips, licking off their tart and sweet musks, savoring the delight mixing with the aftertaste of their creamy milk. Their tongues swirled on the tip of my dick., meeting and brushing as they pleasured me. I groaned, my chest rippling. The welts had faded in the week it took us to reach home. I groaned as Aoifa's hand scratched at my chest, leaving bright, red lines. My dick throbbed. “Pater's cock, yes!” Fiona's blue eyes flashed up at me. She smiled, her hand massaging my balls. She sucked on the very tip while Aoifa's tongue lapped at the sensitive part where the helmet met my crown. She circled it, making me tremble. My balls boiled. “You two spoil me,” I groaned. Aoifa grinned at me. “You're just lucky we let you fuck all those women.” Fiona's mouth popped off my dick. “Let him?” Aoifa giggled and moaned, “You could stop him, sweet sister, with your powers.” Aoifa engulfed my dick, sucking hard. Fiona flushed before she nuzzled back at my dick, sucking on the shaft. Her fingers massaged my balls. They boiled. I grunted, twitching as Aoifa sucked so hard, her cheeks hollowing. The pressure built and built, eager to explode out and bathe my wives faces. My hands shot out, grabbing their hair. I held Aoifa's black silk and Fiona's auburn locks. I lifted their faces, pressing them together. Aoifa's hand stroked my cock, aiming it at their faces. “Gives us your cream, husband!” “Yes!” I groaned, eager to obey. My cock erupted. Their mouths opened. My cum splashed across their lips, painting them with white. Their tongues flew out, gathering the jizz. I grunted, spasming with each blast, loving the sight of my cream landing on their chins and lips, dripping down their faces as they turned, kissing each other. Sharing my cream. I grunted, the pleasure burning hot through me as I watched. Their pink tongues flashed, passing back and forth the salty cum. It was so deliciously wicked to watch. I took a deep breath, savoring the joy of having two pregnant wives. Then Fiona's eyes widened. Pain flashed across her face. She bolted up, her hands going to her stomach. Her face twisted. She let out a groan. And then she fanned her face, hissing out breaths through clenched teeth. “What's wrong?” I asked. Aoifa eyes widened. “Oh, you have got to be kidding.” She sat up, clutching her own belly. She let out a grunt. “At the same time?” “What's at the... Gods, you're both going into labor?” “Yep,” Fiona nodded. “You're about to be a father.” I grinned at them. Excitement surging through me. “I am about to be a father.” Aoifa rolled her eyes. “You're already a father, Seamus. How many women have you knocked up over the last few years? How many bastards of yours are out there?” Fiona's eyes hardened. I shrugged. “No idea.” My hands went to their bellies. “But these are our children.” That made Fiona smile. Until she groaned again and screamed, “Get our mother, Seamus! Don't just sit there like a useless lump on a fallen log!” I grinned broader, nodding my head. I was about to be a father. Gods damn, that was remarkable. The END

Uncle Dave had separated the girls into different bathrooms and had them shower so that they had squeaky clean bodies. They were asked to put their hair into pigtails and to wear only a robe when they came back out. He loved girls' hair long . . . in this case down to their titties, and with their hair up that way, it would not get in the way of "other" planned activities he had in mind. At the same time, he washed up at a sink in the master bedroom, applying scented body lotion. He also had the girls re-apply their makeup, complete with the flavored pink lip gloss that he couldn't wait to soon be applied to his mighty shaft as he was about to take them into a more "wicked" or kinkier side of his fantasies. He had another round of beer poured as they came out into the living room in their princess robes. They saw the previous liquid brew and began to drink from the familiar 40 ounce mugs. "I don't believe how crazy this stuff makes my body feel," said Meghan putting the glass on the table. "You mean HORNY don't you," mused Haley as she gulped down a third of it in one try. "Uh-huh . . . that too. So what's next Uncle Dave? Is your BIG Barney all ready to shoot some more cream at us?" asked Meghan looking at his crotch as he stood next to the table. "If it isn't . . . I can promise you girls will soon make it HARD and FULLY ready for action in a few minutes. Let's move into the master bedroom onto the bed and see what we can do to amuse ourselves." The girls gulped down their beverage and followed him. They noticed he had spread a large thick drop cloth over the king-sized bed, probably not wanting their parents to notice their naughty shenanigans, especially if it involved liquids. I brought along some toys that I think you will enjoy." He took out a couple of blindfolds, several 12" Velcro inch-wide strips, a dildo that accurately resembled a thick 10" cock, a can of chocolate whipped cream and a few other items. "I need a volunteer to start," he said. Both girls smiled and looked at each other. "I'll go first," said Haley bravely not knowing what to expect. "Do you want me up on the bed?" she asked expectedly. "Yes. Just sit up on the side for a second, so that I can put this over your eyes," he asked, placing a blindfold across her forehead and then pulling it down to hide her vision and making sure it was attached in the back. "This part of our game is what we will call "Trust". It's a version of what we were doing earlier . . . but things will get a bit more kinky and it will mostly be you girls having things done to YOU . . . but I will of course share my body whenever it is desired." The girls laughed at his comment. "If I am NOT supposed to be seeing anything," Haley reported, "Then this thing is working just fine." "Great . . . now just lay back and relax. You've got to trust us to take your horniness to a new level. These sessions will be a bit longer than the five minutes we were doing earlier. Meghan and I are going to leave the room for a second to talk things over and then we will start." Haley heard them leave and Meghan giggle out in the other room and then they came back. "I need to move you closer to the corner of the bed Haley," said Meghan as she helped her friend shimmy over to one of the corner posts of the four post bed. "Now lie on your back and lift your arms over your head and I am going to use one of the Velcro strips to tie your wrists together," she said. Quickly both Meghan and her uncle wrapped up her wrists but also slipped another strip into the circle of Velcro and wrapped it around the post of the bed. In this new position, Meghan pulled her butt down towards the end of the bed so that she was stretched out. As she was being moved into this position, her robe opened up and a six inch separation gap of terrycloth made her bare breasts become partially exposed. Lying this way, her young breasts sunk into her chest and with her long pig tails on the sides of her face, she looked more like a little girl than a middle school age beauty. Haley kept silent and became very anxious to see what they had planned. Slowly she felt her robe being pulled apart at the sash and then the sides pulled apart and she was pretty certain, she was now totally exposed to their glances and future actions, which made her nipples begin to become rigid with anticipation. All of a sudden, she felt someone's mouth capture her small breast and begin to suck her aureole and nipple. The sensation was thrilling and soon a second mouth was doing the same thing to her other breast. Tongues were flicking back and forth and suction was being applied to her buds that were now fully stiff with arousal. This lasted for several minutes and then both mouths moved away and two hands slowly moved down her quivering body towards her moist pussy. She wished she could see what they were doing as her legs were being gently pulled apart, more than likely by each of them. Suddenly a finger, or some feeler began to rub over her pussy lips, in a gentle circle, and then exclusively onto her bare clit. Whoever it was . . . knew exactly what they were doing and because it felt so good, she didn't care. To add to that stimulation, her nipples were again fondled, but this time they were being pinched and turned and with all three areas being manipulated at the same time. As a result, Haley began to breathe much faster and a definite moan began to leave her quivering lips. This lasted another minute or so which brought a new shaking of her body and if continued her second climax. But then it stopped. "Times up," she heard Uncle Dave say and her wrists were unbound and she felt her robe was being pulled shut and the robe tied. "Sit up," she heard Meghan say and soon her blind fold was off and only Meghan was standing there. "That was awesome, but rather quick," she said slipping off the bed. "My turn," said Meghan, "and I don't want this robe on anymore," she said slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor and showing her friend her naked figure. She hopped up on the bed with her legs slightly open. Haley noticed she had a prominent hood over her clit and the beginnings of inner lips protruding out between her pussy lips. She wanted to bring her friend off right then, but as Uncle Dave entered the room, she stepped aside and let him take over. "What . . . no robe? Do we have a sex fiend in our room? Looks like we need to tame her! Go ahead and put on her blindfold Haley. It's time to move to a new level of excitement." He waited for Meghan's eyes to be covered and then asked her to get on the bed, but to kneel with her legs apart and place her hands in front of her, but close together. As Haley placed the Velcro tightly around her wrists, Dave carefully moved her more towards the center of the bed. "Be right back," Meghan heard him say and just like he had taken her aside, he must be doing the same thing with Haley. They were gone for several minutes and she heard a moaning coming from the other room and then someone moved behind her on the bed. Suddenly she felt what she thought was Uncle Dave's cock slip between her legs . . . and the key word was "slip" as he began to move his erect cock back and forth, which began to touch her pussy from down below. "How does that feel Meghan," she heard Haley say. "Great!" she said as the man's long cock continued its path back and forth. "Notice how slippery his COCK feels? How do you think it GOT like that?" she asked suggestively. "Not sure," whimpered Meghan as she continued to get more and more aroused by the man's actions. "It’s because I LICKED HIS COCK for him . . . and it tasted great in my mouth," said Haley suggestively, moving right next to her ear. "I wiggled my tongue ALL around and slurped my mouth all over his magic wand. I thought he was going to shoot his jism again, but he wanted to come in here with his BIG COCK just for you!" Haley then wiggled her way under Meghan from the opposite side while she lay on her back so that she looked up at her friend's bare titties. Soon Meghan felt Haley's lips sucking her breasts that hung slightly down since she was on her knees and then her hand cupped her other breast. "I love touching and SUCKING these stiff titties girl," she said in between each playful suck. "Don't it feel great when I pinch them like this," she said taking both nipples in her fingers and thumbs and applying pressure to both little cupcakes. "Ohhhhhhhhh . . . that feels . . . the BEST. My pussy is on fire with you pinching and him rubbing his COCK in between my legs," she moaned. All of a sudden Dave dismounted and then a "SMACK" was heard as he landed an open faced slap on his niece's bare ass. "What the fuck!" said Meghan as she felt the pain on her uncovered little butt that was up in the air. Then a second "SMACK" was heard. Meanwhile Haley continued to suck the girls' titties and empathized with what she must be feeling, since her body jerked each time he came down with the next "SMACK". Uncle Dave opened up a jar of Vaseline and coated his middle finger liberally with the ointment. He reached in between her legs with his extended digit and found the entrance to her pussy and began to slip it in and out. Dave turned his finger around and around as he drove it deeper into her love shaft. "Oh . . . God," she moaned as he began to move it in and out 2-3 inches at a time, and as he finger fucked her, he raised his hand and "SMACK" . . . he ricocheted a quick slap on her cute little teen ass but continued to drill even deeper into her hot hole. He examined where he had placed his hits . . . and her white cheeks now showed his finger marks in red. He smiled as he continued to finger fuck the school girl, allowing her to feel the satisfaction and a "sampling" of what was yet to come soon. Haley felt her tittie being pulled and twisted by Uncle Dave and knew that was the signal to stop so she slid out. She watched the horny man with the HUGE COCK get off the bed, as he coated his shaft with the Vaseline that was on his finger. Haley released the Velcro strap from her friend and helped her with her blindfold. "I hate to admit it . . . but that felt REALLY awesome! The sting from his slaps like went right through my ass to my pussy and it throbbed and twitched with joy. I didn't ever think it would like multiply those HOT sensations all over my body. Whew! Stay tuned . . . I think you're in for it next." Haley noticed how red faced Meghan was from her experience and also how her stiff nipples poked out signaling her "raw" exploits. Haley knew the routine and put on her own blindfold this time and got up on the bed. She patiently waited and wondered whether Dave was going to insist that Meghan SUCK HIS COCK, like SHE had to . . . a few minutes earlier and suddenly she heard a slurping noise only a few feet away and some moaning. "Guess what Meghan is doing, Haley?" asked Dave. Haley began to laugh before she answered. "I'll bet she is on her knees in front of you . . . and holding your cock in her hand and SUCKING YOU OFF! Am I right," she giggled. "Are you sure, that blindfold is on tight? It's almost like you can see right through it. Honey, let Haley know if she guessed correctly." It might have been how horny she was becoming . . . but Meghan was truly enjoying the "service" she was giving her uncle. She lifted her mouth off his COCK for a few seconds and said: "I LOVE TO SUCK COCK. I DIDN'T THINK I WOULD . . . BUT WAIT UNTIL I GET BACK TO SCHOOL FROM THIS VACATION. I WILL SUCK ANY BOYS COCK THAT DROPS THEIR PANTS IN FRONT OF ME . . . NO SHIT!" and with that she opened her mouth again and licked the tip and then surrounded her mouth around his thick shaft. "That's enough for now Meghan . . . it's Haley's turn and she looks truly ready! Let's kneel on the bed like Meghan did, but put your hands behind your back for me," he asked. As Haley followed his instructions, her titties were thrust forward as she squared back her shoulders. Her brown hair hung in pigtails on either side of her face and she looked almost like a cherub kneeling that way. "Scoot ahead a bit for me . . . that's it," he said as he picked up the 10" cock-like dildo that he had brought out earlier. Meghan looked at the phallic shaped object and began to fantasize on how her uncle might use it. He flipped on the switch at the base and a quiet hum began to sound. This caused Haley to perk up her ears in an attempt to identify the noise. "We’re going to play with some of my toys Haley, and this one is a lot of fun for horny girls like you. Have you ever seen one before?" "Not really . . . is it the thing that looked like your COCK that you brought out earlier?" she asked as she felt the man move the vibrating shaft up her sides and over her young chest. He soon concentrated the tip on her nipples and almost instantly they perked right up, in response to his placement. Being in this position and having her hands tied behind her back caused another bit of excitement as the man continued to massage her breasts. "Keep kneeling, but spread your legs for me honey . . . I want to make you feel REAL good," he suggested, and she followed his lead. Dave then moved the dildo down past her tummy and slowly closer and closer to her dripping pussy. He playfully moved the tip along the insides of her legs and just as she expected him to touch her love nest . . . he would move it down the other leg. Again and again, he teased her, getting closer and closer to her aching twat. Than all of a sudden "Smack" and her body switched from pleasure to pure mild pain. A few seconds later he began his path to her pussy with the dildo . . . this time just barely touching her clit and making her shake in excitement but then "SMACK" his hand would again spank her tight little ass and just like her friend had explained . . . the one sensation would evolve into the other and she was beginning to enjoy the contrast. "Lean forward some Haley, because you and Meghan are going to do what you did at that sleepover party and kiss for me. I want Meghan to rub her clit for me as she kisses your lips . . . like she's never kissed before, and if she touches those stiff titties of yours . . . I'm sure you would like that too. Go ahead now . . . " he said turning slightly to watch the two 11-year-old girls touch their lips together. Meghan wasn't suspecting his instructions but zeroed in on her friends light pink lip glossed lips with her own and they began. At first Meghan held her friends face in both her hands as she began to French kiss. As her uncle taught her earlier, she thrust her tongue into Haley's mouth and the two fought with their wiggling tongues. Satisfied the two girls were following his instructions; he now aimed the tip of the vibrating shaft into Haley's slippery love lips and began to gently rub her clit again with it, causing a loud moan from the girl. Slowly he fed the instrument deep into her tight twat, much like he hoped to do soon with his own shaft. Deeper and deeper he lodged the dildo, carefully turning it ever so slightly. Haley now was bucking her hips in total satisfaction as the device wiggled the insides of her cavern with its vibrations. And then he just left it there and got up on the bed and moved over to where the girls were kissing. Meghan had a couple of fingers in her own pussy as she continued to kiss her friend's lips. As Uncle Dave moved closer, Meghan looked up and noticed how close his cock was to their lips. What was he going to do . . . she thought . . . and all of a sudden he gripped the base of his shaft and began to drop it in between both girls' preteen lips. Earlier in the day, Meghan would have been repulsed by this activity, but having just sucked the man's cock minutes earlier, she welcomed what he was doing. "What . . . is that?" Haley moaned between kisses as Dave had now placed his rod in between their lips. "Kiss and LICK my COCK girls. I want you to move your mouth and lips all over my BIG PURPLE VEINED AVENGER!" Both girls began to cover the 7" cock with their kisses and soft pink lips. They both kept turning their heads so that their playful tongues could excite the man. Soon his shaft was being covered by their lip gloss (which he had hoped for earlier), which was an added thrill for him. After a few minutes, Haley moved away from his shaft and said: "That thing uhhhhh in my PUSSY. . . is driving me ahh. . . crazy Uncle Dave . . . it just keeps making my twat twitch and I just gotta cum. I can't kiss her any more . . ." Soon Meghan and her Uncle watched the girl’s body begin to literally shake and quiver . . . and her face turn all RED. "Ah . . . shittttttttttttttt," she yelled as her climax took over her preteen body. Dave used the opportunity to just FUCK Meghan's mouth with his cock . . . just like earlier. Haley wished she could touch her nipples as she continued her climax. Her shivers began to subside and she hoped for now, the dildo could be taken out. Uncle Dave sympathized and pulled his cock out of his niece's mouth and turned off the device. Haley was unbound and she slowly got off the bed. Luckily it was Meghan's turn she thought, wanting a few moments to relax from her experience. "Okay girls . . . it's time for the main event. Let's both of you sit on the edge of the bed for me and put on your blindfolds." By now they wished they could just watch whatever it was they were going to be doing, but made no fuss about it. Haley heard Uncle Dave open the jar to the Vaseline and wondered what he had planned. Soon his slippery fingers entered her twat as he began to lubricate the entrance and insides with thick gobs of the ointment. Meghan was treated to the same treatment and soon Dave looked at the glistening openings to two tight virgin pussy's right in front of him. "Okay girls . . . I want you to place your hands on your ankles, open up your legs WIDE and lean back so that your feet almost touch the bed. The girls fumbled for their legs and soon both rocked backwards, knowing their asses and bare pussy's were now WIDE OPEN for whatever he wanted to do next. "VERY nice my little sluts," he said moving first in front of Haley, and now gripping his cock at the base, he placed it on her virgin lips and gently moved forward . . . but only an inch or so . . . allowing his mushroom tipped bulb to enter her pussy. An instant reaction chimed from her lips: "Oh Uncle Dave . . . finally you're going to FUCK ME! Ohhhhh that feels SO GOOD!" she moaned . . . but as soon as he heard those words he pulled out his shaft, and did the exact same steps to Haley, whose pussy was almost parallel to her friends. This time he began to thrust his cock in a bit deeper into her tight opening and she too verbally welcomed his organ into her body. "I'm going to grab one of your hands girls . . . and just let them go where I take them," he said as he reached in between their bodies and took the hand that was on the ankles that were almost touching each other. He quickly placed Haley's hand on Meghan's pussy and then Meghan's hand on Haley's. "I know this is a bit uncomfortable girls, but I want you to rub each other's clits for me and make the other girl feel fantastic. The girls giggled for a few moments, trying to find that special spot on the other person's body, but once fingers were in motion; they both began to moan with pleasure. He waited until each showed signs of a possible climax and then reaching into his backpack . . . he took out the short little leather whip that he had saved for this portion of the day. As he watched them carefully excite each other, he aimed the whip across their white little butts and quickly flicked it back and then let it snap across their cheeks. Each girl screamed in surprise and pain because of its impact on their bare asses. "Ouch, that hurt," said Haley, momentarily stopping her twiddling fingers on Meghan's clitoris. "I GUESS so," said Meghan who managed to keep rubbing Haley's cunt for her. "Don't stop doing what you were asked to do ladies or there will be consequences. Keep rubbing each other’s clits . .. regardless," and then he carefully flipped the whip again against their rear ends. "Crack" it sounded and the girls again began to verbally react to the pain. Next, Dave moved in front of his niece and slowly shoved his cock head into her hot little slippery hole. He began to buck his hips back and forth and soon more than half of his cock was stuffed inside his virgin niece. He was expecting to find a layer of skin, that covered her hymen but as he continued his thrusts . . . so far none existed. He withdrew his shaft and moved over to Haley and elected to do the same, but once again as he lunged forward, now ¾'s of his cock was buried inside her pussy, only the tight sides of her walls hugged his shaft. It was exciting to feel Meghan's fingers trying to rub Haley's clit just above where his cock continued to fill up her love hole. He was all set to use his whip again, but was enjoying himself so much that he began to ram his cock in as far as he could into the cute little brunette's pussy, banging his pubic bone up against hers. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk, Dave. That feels so goooooooooooooood. Keep FUCKING ME ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh, she screamed. "Meghan's turn," he announced withdrawing his shaft from the moaning girl. "It seems both of you have opened things up inside for me. Wasn't I the first?" he asked before aiming his cock at his niece's pussy and then literally slamming it in as far as he could go. "We . . . used . . . . candles . . . Uncle Dave . . . at a . . . party to get . . . . the path ready . . . and YOU turned . . . out to be the first GUY!" said Meghan trying to talk as her uncle kept moving his cock in and out of her pussy lips. "Works . . . . for . . . me," he said with a smile on his face. "The (slam, slam) BIG question (slam, slam) is who will be the . . . (slam, slam) first to feel (slam, slam) my hot cream (slam, slam) shoot against their pussies!" He withdrew and moved back over to Haley and shoved it in. "ME, ME, ME," he heard from both girls lips as he continued to deflower the young girl with his pulsating cock. He began to give each girl 5 thrusts with his cock as his climax came closer and closer. Back and forth he switched positions until finally he wanted his niece to be the lucky one. All of a sudden as he entered her pussy, he felt his semen climb up the shaft and then completely explode inside. He kept it there for a few seconds as his hips bucked at rocket speed and then carefully withdrew it, still belching away and inserted his wand into Haley's pussy, where he finished shooting off inside the girl. Finally the constant attention given to their clits proved to ignite two simultaneous orgasms that sang out for the next several minutes causing their bodies to twist and quiver in full climax. Hopefully this would be the beginning of many FUCK SESSIONS he thought, before the week was over!

*I'm kind of a big fan of incest! I think it might be from having no siblings of my own. If you aren't interested, turn back now! :) ___________________________________________________________________________________ If there is one thing a sixteen year old girl never wants to happen is for her daddy to catch her naked somehow. I found that out the hard way. Molly obviously thought she was home by herself. She had no idea that I was down in my basement office catching up on some lost work. I needed a break and headed upstairs to the kitchen to grab a drink and a lite snack before dinner. When I entered, there was my daughter Molly, totally naked, closing the refrigerator door. I was in shock and did nothing but stare. Molly, however, was in more shock than I was as she froze into place and dropped the full pitcher of iced tea on the floor. There she just stood, her bare feet mixing with the puddle of tea. Surprising each other was the reason I could do nothing but stare. I know she was more surprised than I was though. Once she realized what had actually happened, Molly went running to her room. And what kind of father was I to just stand there watching her nakedness run out of the room? A curious one I realized. My daughter, I had to admit, was growing into a very lovely young woman. It was the first time I had ever seen a sixteen year old girl naked and I could not get the picture of seeing Molly out of my head. My daughter's body was beautifully pale, just a hint of sun touched it. She had the prettiest set of breasts. They were small and perky; their flawlessly round shape a perfect handful and her nipples were the nicest shade of soft pink accentuated by the paleness that surrounded them. However, the bare spot between her legs was more intriguing. The crease that formed there was perfectly vertical and the pale hue of Molly’s skin set it off beautifully. The smoothness around it looked so natural, as if no hair ever grew around it. It seemed to have no signs of ever being touched. With no pubes gracing it, its puffy plumpness showed splendidly as Molly stood there in total disbelief. I went back down to my basement office, taking my snack and drink with me, and still, I could not shake the picture of Molly in my head. My sixteen year old daughter was absolutely lovely. Her body so slender and so beautifully pale. There was not a flaw on her young body. Nothing at all wrong with her. Molly was just as perfect as any ever made. I did good when I made her with her momma. Still, I could not shake the feeling I was beginning to have towards my daughter. Meanwhile, Molly felt herself shaking under the covers of her bed. She had scrunched up into a ball as the shock of her daddy seeing her naked sixteen year old body took hold of her. It was the first time that any guy had ever seen her naked. Not even the guy she had been recently seeing ever got a glimpse of her naturalness, so her daddy being the first one really unnerved her. The tears soaked her pillow as her body continued to shake in the aftermath of her daddy catching her at the refrigerator without a stitch on her body. “What had she been thinking!” was the silent thought she had to herself. Molly had wanted to be comfortable after a long day of classes at the high school and being nude made her comfortable. She never banked on someone being home. Especially her daddy. Finally, Molly’s shaking had subsided and she uncurled her body and slung the covers off of her still nude body. She got up and walked over to her dresser and looked at her reflection. As she stared at her nakedness looking back at her, she began to smile. Molly knew she was beautiful. At least she thought that to herself. But another thought came to her as well. A thought she knew that she should not have been having, but could not help to feel. Molly wondered what her daddy had thought of her body. Now that the shaking and the shock of having him find her naked in the kitchen had surpassed, Molly felt her body getting warm at the thought. Did her daddy really like what he saw? There was only one way for Molly to find out. Molly slipped on one of her many night shirts she always slept in, but nothing else. She felt its soft fabric rub against her soft naked skin, her small nipples reacting in puckering and extending outward as the stimulation of the night shirt’s slight roughness slid over them. Then she felt the tail fall over her round bare ass and touch the backside of her legs at the bend of her knees. Molly loved the feeling of being naked under it. She took one last look at herself in the dresser mirror, smiled that devilish sixteen year old smile, and walked out of her room. As she made her way to the basement stairs, Molly knew what she was about to do was morally wrong. But she had too. She had to know what her daddy had thought of her nakedness. Even though him catching her had at first shocked and scared her, the afterthought of him seeing her sparked an interest to want to find out exactly how he felt. Molly went through the kitchen where the incident took place and paused and smiled again. She began to feel comfortable with what she was about to do. As I sat behind my desk in the lowest level of the house working on some contract for work, I heard the creak of the door open. I could see the basement stairs from where I sat and looked up. Slowly, I saw bare feet then the soft paleness of the bare skin of my daughter’s legs descending. Was it wrong of me to want Molly to still be naked? I thought and answered myself, ‘Not wrong, just not moral.’ But she was not, as I soon saw the hem of whatever it was she was wearing at her knees. I watched her come down the stairs in a sexy erotic way until she stood on the platform that led to where I was sitting. Molly stopped and smiled her sixteen year old smile I had seen so many times when she wanted something. I actually loved it when she looked at me that way. It meant I would always give in to my daughter. I could not help it. “Hi daddy,” Molly said as she twirled her foot on the platform floor, forming an arch as if she was standing in the sand with her bare toe. “Hi Molls,” I answered. “Whatcha doing?” Molly asked as she stepped down and started walking over to me. “Working on drawing up a contract for a client.” “Oh, I see.” I knew what was happening. My daughter was testing me. Molly was trying to make up for what happened in the kitchen earlier. “You know Molls, you don’t have to play this game with me,” I said as I put my pen down on my desk. “I know why you came down here. I don’t need an explanation as to why you were in the kitchen that way. I was your age once. I know. You were experimenting. I am just sorry it was me that caught you. It would have been better if it had been your mom.” “I don’t think so. Mom would have given me a lecture. I’d never hear the end of it. You wouldn’t, like now. You don’t care. Plus, I’d never be able to ask her what I want to ask you,” Molly said and snickered as she leaned on the front of my desk with both arms. I looked at her with a questionable look. “Ask me something?” “Yes, daddy. Ask you something. I want to know, and be truthful with me, but did you like what you saw?” I leaned back into my chair as Molly rolled a pencil back and forth on the front of my desk. My daughter was asking me if I liked seeing her naked. I tried to play it off. “Molls, really? Come on now. You know better than to ask me something like that. It’s not ethical. Just let it go.” “Uh huh, that’s what I thought,” my daughter said and smiled as she straightened her body and stood in front of my desk. “Thought what? Don’t you try to get into my head. I said let it go,” I answered and picked up the pen again to work more on the contract. “Oh daddy! Please! You are avoiding my question. I know when you do that, there’s more there. You are too easy to read. You did like what you saw. You are still imagining me naked I can tell. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you are still seeing my little breasts with their pink centers and the soft line of what is between my legs.” “Molly, you really need to go back upstairs. Now! Go!” I exclaimed to my daughter so I would not give anything else away subconsciously. Molly backed away from my desk and just when I thought she was going to do as I said, she did the opposite. I watched my daughter as she took the night shirt’s tail and slowly lifted it. Little by little, I saw her bare skin being revealed as it traveled up, her thin pale colored thighs showing. She took her time lifting it as if she wanted to feel its trek across her delicate skin. Slowly, the end of the night shirt exposed the perfect fleshy fold between her legs. Seeing it again was now more sensual. The smooth mound that led to it was nice and plump and I was sure it felt good to her to trace a finger over it. The night shirt’s edge hugged the contoured curve of her bare hips as Molly gently pulled upward, still revealing soft paleness. The soft skin of her flat stomach with its tiny down-like fine hairs made any guy want to slowly feel his way to her sensual spot. I sat there watching my daughter reveal her sixteen year old body to me again, knowing that I should not be looking. However, I could not take my eyes off of her. No matter how much I tried to look away from her slowly exposing nakedness, my head was glued to her. The fabric of the night shirt just kept drifting upwards and finally, the soft roundness of her tiny perky breasts came into sight. Before I knew it, there was my daughter standing naked in front of me again. And she was just as beautiful as she was earlier. Molly slung the night shirt on the floor and stood there letting me take in her nude body, this time a little more than before. I could tell her skin was so soft and the pale hue of her body set off all of her most delicate features. The pastel pink of her tiny nipples on their small mounds, and the tender perforation that formed between what she used to stand, was perfectly presented in prize fashion. My daughter was more of a young lady than she knew. “Now daddy, tell me the truth,” Molly spoke in a very sexually saturated tone, “Do you like what you see?” I sat there looking at my sixteen year old daughter standing in front of me totally nude trying to develop words that described her natural beauty, but I was in awe of the view. I had heard what she asked me, but no words would come out of my mouth. I was busy staring at her key pieces of sensual desire. “Daddy, did you hear me? Tell me, do you like what you see?” Molly asked again and actually struck a few poses, turning her naked body around and then back to face me. I put down the pen, rubbed my face, and said, “Molls, I very much like what I see. You look so delicate, so damn breakable, and oh so very beautiful.” “I am delicate and breakable. I’ve never been broken daddy. I’m still intact. You are the first male to ever see my naked body. Twice now.” My daughter was still a virgin. She had just admitted that to me. No wonder her pussy was perfectly formed. Not that that would have any bearing on virginity or sex for that matter. Her natural chasm was perfectly vertical with no flaws at all. Even if Molly had been touched or deflowered, I would have never been able to tell. “Don’t you want to touch me daddy? Aren’t you wondering what my body feels like?” Molly asked as she ran her hands over her delicate curves. As her hands hugged the contours of her bare hips, I watched and did wish my hands were the ones caressing her naked body. I knew it was morally wrong, but my daughter chose to show me her nakedness herself. Molly knew what she was doing. “Oh God Molls, I’d love to feel you, tickle that tender pale skin of yours, but. . .” “No buts daddy. Please feel me. I want to know what it’s like for my own flesh and blood to touch me. I want to know I please you.” “Seeing you like this is pleasing enough, Molls.” “Not enough for me, daddy. I want you to run your hands across my naked body. I want to give myself to you. Come on daddy, let me feel your touch.” I had too. I could not avoid it any longer. I stood up and walked from behind my desk and to where my daughter was standing. I stood in front of her, my tall body making her short one look up to me. I looked down into her deep blue eyes and she smiled that smile that always melted my heart. I always gave in to my daughter and she was making me give in to her now. This was no longer wrong. It finally felt right. I reached out and touched the bare skin of her shoulder. I watched her close her eyes as my hand massaged the curve of it. Molly’s skin was warm and soft and I felt the bumps form on it from my gentle stimulation. She tossed her long natural blonde hair to the side as my hand traced down her arm. Molly’s eyes remained closed as my hand found hers and gently squeezed. Her hand felt wonderful in mine. Slowly, I took my other hand and touched the left side of her bare waist. The contour of it was just as warm and soft as her shoulder. I let go of her right hand and rested my hand on the bare waist of her right side so both were now equal. I pulled my naked daughter close to me. Molly wrapped her arms around me and I ran my hands over the small of her back. It felt so good to hold something so tender and erotic. “Don’t I feel good daddy? You never knew that I could feel so soft and so pure.” I let out a soft moan and drifted my hands lower. I felt the firm roundness of Molly’s bare ass, cupping her cheeks slightly. Again, I felt warm softness of skin. I began to massage her ass in circles. It jiggled slightly under my touch. Somehow, I found my hands spreading her cheeks apart. My fingers settled between them and I could not help but run my finger over her butthole a little. As I felt the tender hot ripples of it, Molly began to moan. It was hot and puckered under my finger as I traced a circle around its ridges. “Oh, daddy, that feels. . .feels. . .oh God, that feels so hot! I’ve never felt anything like that before.” “I can tell you like it. Your little butthole is quivering every time I circle it..” “I can’t describe the feeling. Do it again daddy!” I did as she wished and circled her tight little virgin ass again with my finger. Again, it crumpled under my touch, tightening when my finger circled it and loosening when my finger drifted away from it. I could tell it wanted to take my finger inside. But did I dare? Yes, I dared. I ran my finger up her crack, feeling the warmth of it and listened to Molly take deep breaths, then ran my finger back down and circled her bodily orifice that served as an exit. Its ridges were still hot and still puckered in quivering jolts. Once I felt the pulse that drew it inward, I let my finger linger over it until it pulsed outward again. I knew as I circled my finger around it once more, the natural reaction would be for her to pulse inward again and I would be ready. I kept my finger on her anal opening and when I felt it quiver inward, I let my finger be drawn inside with it. “Uuuhhh,” sighed Molly loudly as she felt my finger sink into her hot anus. “Oh. . . my. . . God! DADDY!” Molly exclaimed from my finger tickling inside her tight outlet. I did not say a word. I just kept my finger inside Molly’s round ass and let her enjoy the feeling. I knew it was something that she had to get used to, but I could tell she was enjoying it just as much. I could feel her anal sphincter grip onto my finger ever so delicately as I moved it in and out and around inside. Her little ass was giving more and more, becoming looser and looser the longer I massaged. It felt wonderful to know that I was pleasing my daughter. Molly began to breath quicker and deeper. Her body began to get hot and I could see the dollops of sweat bead ever so sweetly on her pale beautiful skin. Her moans became longer and faster, coming one right after another. I actually looked at her round face and she was biting her bottom lip while scrunching my shirt up in both hands making a fist. Yes, I could tell Molly was thoroughly enjoying it. “Oh, daddy, that. . . feels. . . so. . .” Molly said through her hot moans, “You are making me so wet!” I stopped after I heard her say that. Wet? I was making my virgin daughter wet? I asked myself and began to wonder if I had taken this to far. To tell the truth, it had already gone to far and well, what was done was done. However, I had to see how wet my daughter was. I pulled my finger out of Molly’s ass and as I did, her tone emptied with it. It was a very satisfied tone that sounded. I pushed her back slightly and could not help but look at what was between her legs. What had once been a perfect vertical sensual line between them was now engorged, her inner lips now poking out. Molly was definitely correct. She was more than just wet; Molly was dripping. Her pussy was glistening with her virginal fluid and I could see the wet sticky trail of her hot release running down the inside of her thigh down to her knee. As I looked down, I could even see the damp droplets of her core on the floor underneath her. I smiled as I looked at her delicate face and Molly smiled back. I could tell she wanted more. Much more. But was she ready for it? Could my sixteen year old daughter’s virgin pussy be ready for my finger? We were going to find out.

College Daze - Chapter 1 “You in?” I asked my eighteen-year old sister Tandra. “Yeah, let’s hit the road” she answered, double checking that her seat belt was properly latched. I slipped my van into reverse and started to back out of the driveway of our parents house, experiencing a shot of deja vu from this same scene last year. Back then, my little sister had stood at the side of my vehicle looking like she’d lost her best friend. I could still see the tears in her eyes as I pulled away for my trip to my first year of university. That memory was burned into my brain, along with the pain I’d felt at leaving home, our parents, and especially my bratty twerp of a sister. Tandra and I had been close all our lives, and had shared a lot of intimate information over the years of high school. When she’d come home looking like she was on cloud number nine, I knew she’d had her first sexual experience, which she told me all about, right down to the smallest detail. I’d had an erection for most of her tale. Just seeing me aroused and squirming had brought a giggle to her pouty lips. I’d had a girlfriend for most of high school, Cassie Mansden, and my sister had pried all the details of our first time of lovemaking out of me. Afterwards, I was kind of worried that Tandra would blab her little head off, and had promised myself that I’d keep my big mouth shut after that. But my sister never said a word to anyone, raising my appreciation of her discretion several notches in the process. In fact, she and Cassie had become close friends. How much information about me they shared, I had no idea. This year would be Tandra’s first experience of living away from home when she started her advanced education at the same university that I attended. Mom and Dad had suggested that we split the cost of a two-bedroom apartment just off campus. I’m not sure if their reasoning was economic or if they hoped that we’d keep an eye on each other for safety and security reasons. All I knew was that the two of us had struck a mutual agreement that neither would pass judgement on the other when it came to dating or sex. All the evidence from the years of growing up indicated that if one of us had someone over for the evening, it would be no problem. In fact, I didn’t see too many problems on any front. Actually, I was looking forward to having my sister for a roommate, simply because Tandra was a much better housekeeper than I’d ever been. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve never been too keen on living in a pig stye apartment, but I’m nowhere near being a “neat freak” either. My roommate from last year, Dave Preston, had never seemed to care just how many dirty dishes were piled in the sink, nor how high that pile got. I think he must have been breeding dust-bunnies as a biology project, because he seemed to be allergic to vacuum cleaners. I needed the financial assistance he brought though, so just kept my mouth shut and did what was necessary to keep the health board from having the place condemned. “Looking forward to this?” I broke into Tandra’s silence. “You figure you can put up with your big brother? I’ll warn you, it could get rough, especially when it’s exam time. I can get pretty intense studying, so plan on becoming celibate for the two weeks before we write our finals.” “I know what you’re like, Keith. I’ve been around you my whole life. Remember? Just don’t make me come home to a garbage dump and naked bodies all over the place. One or the other might be okay, but both at the same time? No way. Try it once and I’ll never have to worry about nieces or nephews, guaranteed.” If it had been anyone besides Tandra, I might have been worried. But this was my little sister, complete with her warmth, caring, and more consideration than a brother has any right to expect. I reached across the seats to give her hand a squeeze as a sign that I really did appreciate how easy-going she was. She acknowledged my gesture with a quick peck on the cheek, something that had started between us mysteriously when I was in grade ten, and had just started dating Cassie. I have no idea what happened to induce her to kiss me that first time, but I still enjoyed the closeness between us, and those kisses were a part of it. “When did you stop being such a bratty little twerp?” I quizzed her teasingly. “Me? A bratty little twerp? Never!” she snapped back in a mockingly hurt tone. “I never had time to be a brat when you became a complete asshole, especially when you started high school. And while we’re on that subject, when did you stop? Being an asshole, I mean.” “Who? Me? When was I being an asshole?” I used my best wounded pride imitation. “Umm, let’s see. I’d say it started when I was about two or three, and lasted until . . . until you got laid the second time. I don’t know how Cassie managed it, but she did turn you into something approximating a human being. I mean, I’ve never been particularly religious, but that was as close to a divine miracle as I’ll ever see! God, that girl was good!” She was right, in more ways than one. Cassie was pretty special, even now. She was studying at a Fine Arts school not far from the university, and we still got together whenever our busy schedules allowed. On more than one occasion, we’d even had some mind-blowing sex. She could think of positions and fantasies that would have embarrassed the Happy Hooker, I swear! “You ever see her any more?” Tandra broke into my reverie. I glanced sideways and was presented with my sister’s look of concern. “Yeah, we still go out once in a while, but it’s not the same” I confessed. “Shit, I miss her, Sis.” Despite being in the same city as the university, Cassie’s life was starting to take on a new direction, one that diverged from my own. Sure, we talked to each other a lot, and even went out on the occasional date. But we were drifting apart in spite of all our efforts not to. I’d realized that if my dream of becoming an architect were to come true, losing Cassie would be a part of the cost. It’d hurt like hell inside, and I’d even gone so far as to call Tandra on the phone when I just had to get it out of my system. She’d listened to me rant and rave about my frustrations for a good two hours, never saying anything more than her heart-felt support for her big brother. God, I loved her for that. The rest of the trip went by quickly, spurred on by our incessant bantering. Tandra really was a good travelling companion, even spelling me behind the wheel for an hour or two when my eyeballs threatened to slam shut about halfway to our destination. I’d bought the van to do local deliveries for a courier company, and should have been used to several hours behind the wheel. Our Dad had co-signed the loan with me, knowing that I needed the income to pay for my schooling. That was the independent streak in me that he’d instilled over the years. I wondered if my sister had inherited the same trait. Time would tell. It was twilight when we finished off the three hundred mile journey, not including the time it took to find the apartment building. In spite of my sister’s cajoling that I ask someone for directions, we drove around and around until I found the place. There was no way I was going to admit being lost. It’s a guy thing. We talked to the building’s manager for a few minutes, then rode the elevator to the second floor apartment that would be our home for the next ten months. Actually, it was a nice place, although a little barren with no furniture in it yet. Walking in the front door, there was a small but adequate galley kitchen to the left that opened to a combination dining area and living room. To the right and down a short hallway was the main bathroom on the right, a decent-sized bedroom on the left, and a huge bedroom straight ahead at the end, complete with an ensuite that held a gorgeous tiled shower in an all-glass enclosure. Tandra claimed the smaller of the two rooms, citing the fact that the main bathroom was just across the hall from her. I suggested she take the larger room, which would allow her the privacy I thought she deserved, but she was adamant that her idea made more sense. I’d learned a long time ago that arguing with my sister was an exercise in futility, and our rooming set-up was now cast in stone. “Damn!” I cursed quietly. “I forgot that we’ll need furniture, and it’s a little late to be shopping tonight. Would you mind if we just hauled up what we’ll need for the morning, and crashed on the floor tonight, Sis?” “Keith, if it was anybody but you, I’d tell you to fuck off. But for one night, I think I can live with the inconvenience. There’s a couple of boxes of blankets in the back of the van that we’ll need. Thank God this place has carpet on the livingroom floor, though. It’ll be a bitch to keep clean, but it’s soft enough to sleep on, for one night anyway. First thing tomorrow, we unload our shit, then go furniture shopping. That’s the deal here, okay?” “I’ve got a better idea” I countered. “Let’s just unload everything and get it up here. We can store it in the big bedroom for now, then unpack once we get some furniture. Sound like a plan?” “Yeah, okay, but I’m not looking forward to lugging all that shit around tonight,” Tandra told me in no uncertain terms, “and you’re buying supper afterwards. You got anything in mind that you’re going to feed me?” “Umm, let’s see” I started to tease her. “If I hang you by your heels from the ceiling and feed you nothing but milk for a year . . . “ “That’s veal, you asshole! And if you’re trying to imply that your sister’s a cow, you’ll be singing really high notes when I’m finished with you!” Damn, that girl could give as good as she got. I kissed her forehead as a peace offering, and I could swear she leaned into me when I did. I knew, in that moment, that we’d get along just fine. “Let’s go, Kiddo” I murmured, then spun her towards the door and gave her ass a light smack. I’d never done that to her before, and wondered if I’d live long enough to see another sunrise once I had. Tandra rubbed her butt mockingly as she gave me a saucy grin. No words were exchanged between us, yet that connection between brother and sister seemed to instantly strengthen. It felt good to be able to joke with one of the most important women in my young life. My sister isn’t the most substantial female I’ve ever known. At five-foot seven, she’d have to wear her entire wardrobe to tip the scales over the one-fifteen mark. But she packed as much up to the apartment as I did, and never complained once. It took us over an hour to get everything upstairs, and when we were finished, we were both in desperate need of a shower. Tandra rummaged around until she found the box of towels that our mother had supplied for us, then located the soap and shampoo. She headed for the main bathroom, but returned within seconds. “That tub’s going to need one hell of a good scrubbing before I’ll use it” she declared, her first complaint of the day. I glanced inside the doorway, and had to agree with her. “Yeah, I see what you mean. Bathtubs aren’t supposed to be black like that, are they?” I agreed as my nose involuntarily wrinkled up. “Go use mine, and I’ll wait out here for you. Where’s your suitcase, so you’ll have something clean to put on?” There was a mysterious gleam in her pretty blue eyes as she headed for my bedroom door and the waiting shower. Just before she opened that door, she turned to me and made a suggestion that almost stopped my heartbeat. “Get your stinky ass in here, Keith. You need a shower worse than I do. I wonder how much hot water we can get out of this place?” “Tandra, what the fuck are you talking about?” I squeaked out, my failing voice betraying the hope that she was suggesting we share the shower. “That stall might be big enough for two, but you’re my sister, for god’s sake!” “Look, asshole,” she almost commanded, “I have to live with you for the next year. If you think I’m going to worry about you seeing my naked body, or me seeing yours, you’d better get your head re-examined! You’ve seen me in my bra and panties before, and it’s not like you weren’t running around in just your shorts when we were growing up. That adds up to three pieces of clothing between the two of us. Doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it? We’re bound to see each other nude around here at least once. Any good reason to delay the inevitable?” In a way, I was floored, but the idea of seeing my sister in her birthday suit had a definite appeal to it. The fact that she’d see me naked was almost irrelevant to me. I’ll admit that the thought of being allowed to gaze at her svelte young body was doing things to my cock that could prove embarrassing. Whether it was Tandra or me that would suffer from the sight was still unclear. My sister picked up the towels and facecloths we’d need, along with the soap and shampoo, then disappeared into the ensuite. I heard the water begin to splash on the shower floor, swallowed hard, then peeled off my sweat-soaked T-shirt. With more than just a little trepidation, I undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor, which left me wearing nothing more than my shorts. That, and the beginnings of a raging hard-on at the thought of Tandra’s naked body about to be displayed for my visual pleasure. She came back out and whipped off her shirt, revealing her firm and perky breasts still clad in her bra. Sure, I’d seen her running around in a bra before, but never as well displayed as now. My over-active imagination paled in comparison to the reality of actually being able to study her breasts, which I estimated to be somewhere between a B- and C-cup. Without any hesitation or apparent modesty, she started to undo her pants, and I felt her eyes rivet themselves on my semi-erect manhood. “You planning on doing laundry in there, or are you going to take those off?” she inquired. I swear that the gleam in her eye became bright enough to illuminate the entire room without the use of lightbulbs. By now, she was standing in front of me wearing just her bra and panties, and I couldn’t help but get that image of her pussy burned into my brain as it strained against the fabric of her bikini panties. As if on queue, my tumescent cock rose to full erection, with the attendant tenting that goes with it. “Oh wow!” Tandra exclaimed. “Is that because of me?” There was a teasing quality to her tone, and something more. It was almost as if she was looking forward to ogling my naked form. I swallowed hard again, then bit the bullet and let my shorts slip over my hips on their way to joining the rest of my clothing. By now, Tandra had unfastened her bra, revealing every sensual detail of her upper body. It was impossible to miss the fact that her nipples were hard as diamonds, projecting a good half inch from her areolas. She was as turned on and horny as I was! God, I wanted to feel those magnificent orbs in my hands, to twist and pull her nipples in an effort to give her some pleasure, to suckle on her until she came for me! Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and let them drop. My little sister had one of the most gorgeous pussies I’d ever seen, high and proud, and completely hairless! I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of me, leaving a smear of lubricating liquid at the tip of my cock. Tandra moaned softly as she took in the sight of her naked brother, and I saw the tip of her tongue mindlessly sweep across her lips as her eyes locked onto the sensual sight before her. I’d never considered whether my body was anything special before, and wasn’t about to do an analysis now. But hers was something that most men can only dream about. Now I was being treated to the real thing, in all three dimensions. Even Cassie hadn’t gotten me as horny as my little sister had me right now. “Your bigger than I thought” she murmured, “and if you keep that up, I’ll be dripping wet for the whole year.” Her voice brought me out of my fantasy world and back to reality. I was a little shocked, although pleasantly surprised, that the sight of my naked body appealed to my little sister. I was torn between molesting her until we both climaxed, or hitting the shower in the hopes that neither one of us would have to suffer through our potential embarrassment any longer than necessary. I finally managed to get my legs to work again, and headed for the bathroom, inviting Tandra to precede me. The sight of her firm bubble butt wiggling in front of me as we went through the doorway did absolutely nothing to relieve my straining erection. We entered the shower stall, with Tandra passing through the door first, and a strained air of unfamiliarity permeated our little world. Just as soon as I closed the shower door and turned around, I felt two arms snaking around my neck, and the soft smoothness of feminine skin pressing against me. “You like the look of my tits, don’t you Keith?” my sister growled at me in a sexy voice that I’d never heard from her before. “Tandra, if I was allowed to design the perfect woman’s breasts, yours would be the prototype model I’d want to start from” I told her, our heads now pressed together at the forehead. “In fact, I think yours would be the production model. There’s nothing about them I’d ever change.” She rolled her head up so that we were nose to nose, literally. She was too close for me to focus my eyes, although I couldn’t help but see that lustful glint of arousal in hers. I was hoping that she’d keep going until our lips found each other. I also knew that if she didn’t, I would. “You can touch them, if you want” she invited. I felt my hands take on a mind of their own, sliding up her ribs until she was cupped in my palms. I couldn’t help but grasp her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, tentatively twisting and pulling on them until I heard her moan in delight, then becoming more aggressive as I tried to give her even more pleasure. “Can I?” was all she said as she pushed her chest tighter to my palms. I had a good idea of what she was referring to, but wasn’t one hundred percent sure. It didn’t matter at that point, because whatever she wanted, I knew I’d give her with no hesitation. I muttered in the affirmative. The result was Tandra’s hand wrapping itself around my straining shaft, the feel of her soft, silky fingers on my skin like a massive electric shock. I felt an involuntary groan bubble up inside me, and just as insistently escape from my lips. “Good God, Tandra,” I heard myself groan, “that feels so damned good! I’ve never thought about you and me like this before, but now that we are, I can’t figure out why not. Damn, but you feel so good in my hands.” “Do you have any idea of how long I’ve wanted to do this to you?” she murmured over the sounds of cascading water. “When you told me about you and Cassie being together, I was so damned jealous of her that I could have scratched her fucking eyes out! But the reality is a lot better than my imagination ever was. Keith, I really want to feel you cum for me. Please?” “Only if I can feel you cum for me too, Sis. You have no idea of how bad I want to feel you climax. But I doubt I’ll ever get enough of these gorgeous tits of yours. Can I cut my hands off and stick them inside your bra for the whole year?” “Mmm, what a horribly delicious thought!” she declared in a tone even more sexy than before. “I’d love to have your hands on me every waking moment of the day, but the thought of all that blood from your wrists isn’t getting me any too enthused. How about we just leave them attached to your wrists like they are now?” It was at that moment that I started to roll my head back enough to get to her lips, although she was ahead of me by a fraction of that same second. I felt her lips lightly brush against mine, and pushed my tongue out in a lustful request for an entangling duel between the two of us. She responded with a heat that I couldn’t ever remember feeling before, her want as strong as anything I’d ever run into in my life. As we danced back and forth between each other, her hand began to slowly slide down the length of my shaft, then back up until her index finger tickled and teased my opening as she twirled it in the slippery wetness of my pre-cum. My left hand moved of its own accord up her chest, then down her arm and along her ribs until I had one cheek of her ass in my grip, squeezing and sampling her soft and pliable buttock while I pulled her closer to me. Our lips remained locked as our kiss became more and more insistent. In response to my ministrations, Tandra let out a deep and louder groan, pulling me even tighter to her with the one arm still around my neck. As she did, I felt her begin to rub the head of my cock along the length of her labia’s slit, her now obvious wetness coating my cock even as she transferred my own pre-cum to the folds of her outer lips. I returned her sensuous groan with one of my own. “I want you, big brother” she whispered in my ear as we finally broke from that searing kiss between us. “I’ve wanted you for over three years. Hell, if I’d had my way about it, you’d have been my first, instead of Pete Maguire. But you were with Cassie, and I could never have lived with myself if I’d come between you two. However, that was then, and this is now. I need you, deep inside me, taking me, and letting me have you.” Tandra stood up on her tip-toes, then manoeuvered me to her slippery entrance, and I lifted her by the cheeks of her ass to help her guide my cock inside that heated tunnel leading to her love chamber. It took her a few seconds to stretch enough to accommodate my spongy cockhead inside her velvet-lined interior. As I slipped into her, all I was aware of was the tightness of her cunt on me. She almost howled in ecstasy as she took every last inch of my cock inside her until I was buried to the root. “Oh God, Tandra!” I exclaimed in total amazement. “You’re so tight on my cock! I could stay inside you forever, and it still wouldn’t be long enough!” “Mmm, yeah” she let me know. “I feel so full with you deep inside like this. I want more of you than just this one time, Keith. We have a whole year ahead of us, and I’m not about to settle for just a quick tease, or a one-shot piece of tail. I want what Cassie’s had for the last four years. I want my big brother.” It was more a statement of claim than anything else, with my heart welcoming her to stake out whatever she wanted of me. At first I thought it might just be the heat of the moment, but a quick survey of my feelings told me that it went deeper than that. I was hers if she wanted me, hook, line, and sinker. There was now nothing I wouldn’t do for this gorgeously beautiful woman attached to my groin, even if she was my little sister. Maybe it was because she was my little sister, I discovered inside myself. Almost instinctively my hips began to rock, slowly pistoning my hard cock in and out of Tandra’s steamy love canal, bumping my pubic bone against her clit. I could almost feel her nubbin knotting on me as we sensually fucked, both my hands now grasping and pulling her ass as I helped her find our common rhythm. She began to hump her hips against mine, meeting my thrusts with her own, then pulling back at the same time I did. Despite the difference in our height, we seemed to fit together like a glove on a hand, and neither one of us was interested in taking that glove off. “You’re going to make me cum in a minute, Keith” Tandra quietly moaned in my ear. “Do you have any idea of how badly I want to do that for you?” “Not as bad as I want to feel you cum on my cock. God, but you feel good!” I just had to tell her. “Why did we wait so fucking long to do this? Huh? Any idea?” “Nope, none, but I’m glad we are now. Geez, I’ve wanted you to do me forever. Now that you are, I want you to do me all year long!” She paused as though contemplating something of a major revelation, then added, “Baby, I’m so close! Make me cum for you, big brother, then fill my little cunt with your seed! God, I want to feel you spurting inside me!” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she began to gasp for air, her breathing laboured and raspy. At the same time, I felt her vaginal walls begin to flutter on my cock, then clench and grasp me as though I was her last hope of hanging onto something that anchored her. That mewl of ecstasy that she first emitted became almost a scream as her body began to spasm and tremble. She almost crushed the air out of my lungs with the grip of her arms around my waist. I’d given my sister something that I’d never considered before, a mind-shattering orgasm. I loved every second of its rapturous joy as she came hard, her pussy flooding my groin with her juices. My sister was a bit of a squirter, I found out, and I loved the sensation of her ejaculate erupting around my twitching shaft, its flow taking me right to the edge as it blasted over the rim of my purple helmet. Those vibrations of her orgasm were all it took to send me beyond the point of no return. Even as my balls tightened against me and my cock throbbed at the flooding of my shaft with that life-creating nation of sperm inside me, I pushed my hips as far forward as possible, leaving me buried deep inside Tandra’s love chamber as string after string of my semen percolated out of me and into her clenching pussy. My eyelids closed of their own volition, revealing a riot of blinding flashes of light to my semi-conscious mind. It was only as the last few dribbles oozed out of me that I became aware that I’d lifted her right off the floor as she balanced on the base of my manhood, and only her strong grasp of my body kept her there. I let my conscious recognition of our surroundings invade me just enough to ease Tandra back down to the shower floor, refusing to allow that euphoric afterglow to release me any more than I had to. I could feel the aftershocks of her climax as they rippled through her young body in response to the incestuous coupling we’d made. It was only when she became cognisant enough to reconnect with the outside world that we even thought of moving from our joint stance. “I felt that” Tandra mumbled. “I felt you cum inside me. Never have I wanted to feel a guy fill me with his spunk like I wanted yours, Keith. Tell me that this was the first of many days and nights together? Lie to me if you have to, but tell me anyway.” “This is the first of many days and nights together, Tandra,” I started to tease her, but inside, I knew that it was the truth, “and that’s the truth, so help me Hannah!” I added, then kissed her deeply and passionately as an emphasis of my promise. “It had better be the truth,” she almost demanded of me, “because I’ve learned two things this evening. One, this shower has lots of hot water, and I think we’re going to need all we can get. Two, I love my big brother more than I ever knew before. You may have been Cassie’s guy until now, but you’re mine as of today. I’m just wondering if I’ll have to share you with her. Shit, I sure hope not. Being in your arms, and having your cock inside me like this is too good to ever let go.” “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about Cassie” I tried to reassure Tandra. “Just keep in mind that I do love her still, and probably always will. But she has her life to live, and I have mine. How you and I fit together is something that we’ll just have to discover one day at a time.” I brushed my lips on hers once more, and was engulfed by her overpowering return kiss, one that demanded that I surrender to her completely. It was the easiest capitulation I’ve ever been through with a woman. “Maybe we should think about getting washed?” my sister broke into our post-coital bubble with her practicality. “ I really would like to get something into my stomach, before it begins to think my throat’s been cut.” Reluctantly, I pulled back from her just enough to allow my softening cock to slip out of her, and the last vestiges of her on the rim of my cockhead sent reactive shockwaves from my groin to the rest of my body. I grabbed the shampoo and started to wash her silky hair, its fine texture a thrill to experience. Tandra purred as I massaged her scalp. Then I rinsed her head before applying her conditioner. She usually let it sit there for ten to twenty minutes, she told me, before rinsing it back out. During that time, we gave ourselves the luxury of washing each other, me paying particular attention to her breasts and pussy while she made damned sure my cock was as clean as possible. Her touch was almost enough to get me hard again. I knew I wanted to make love to her, but first she was entitled to fill her empty tummy. I’d have to wait until we got back from eating, and I almost resented the physical demands of the human body. We rinsed off, then stepped out into the bathroom and dried each other off. On opening the door to the bedroom, that blast of cool air raised goose bumps on our skin, propelling us to find some warm clothing. It was while she was slipping her breasts into her bra that Tandra broke the warm silence. “Keith, would you be okay with being naked around me when it’s just the two of us here? For some perverted reason, I have this burning desire to let you see my body as much as you want. Not that I don’t want to enjoy the sight of yours, but it’s up to you whether you’re comfortable being nude around the apartment.” “Good one, Sis” I chuckled. “That’s like asking a blind man if he’d like his sight back. Now how about we get dressed and get out of here, so we can get back here and I can undress you again?” She must have liked that idea, because once we had clothes on, she almost dragged me through the door without opening it first. I wondered what she felt like eating, and her first choice was a burger from the nearest fast-food outlet. The thought of something that was full of tasteless fillers left me wishing I didn’t have to eat ever again. What I had in mind was a nice, thick, juicy steak, with every fattening condiment known to man, beast, and medical science. We split the difference and went for ribs and spaghetti. To celebrate our new life of independence, I even ordered a bottle of wine. The waiter wanted to see Tandra’s ID, and she was proud to be able to produce legitimate evidence that she actually was of legal age. The meal was a little more expensive than I’d had in mind, but the company I shared it with was worth the extra cost. The clock that my sister had hung on the wall just before we’d left said it was eleven thirty when we got home again. It had been a long day, and we were both thinking seriously about some toothpicks to hold our eyelids open. Between the two of us, it wasn’t long before there was a useable sleeping platform made of blankets, sheets and a couple of decent pillows. That bed looked so welcoming that neither one of us gave a thought to modesty, undressing right there in the living room. I turned out the lights only to hear my sister suggest that pulling the drapes closed might give us a little more privacy. To be honest, I hadn’t noticed the exposed large window until she mentioned it, realizing that if anyone had been looking in, they’d have seen both of us standing around naked. When I apologized to Tandra, she almost laughed herself silly. “If anybody wanted to look at my body, I wouldn’t care tonight” she giggled. “I’m warm, my tummy is full, and I’m with the guy I love. Anything after that is merely a bonus . . . especially for a peeping Tom! Maybe we should give him a show that’ll curl his pubic hair.” Only when I was under the covers and laying next to Tandra did I realize just how tired I was. I had no idea what kept her going, and her stifled yawns suggested that it wasn’t much. I reached out an arm for her to cuddle on, and she laid her head on my chest while she draped one leg over my thigh and an arm around my midriff. She felt so warm, so soft, so wonderful. I could have happily stayed in that position for the rest of whatever. “Want to make love?” she asked, her tone wavering between a question and a request. “Yep” I told her. “Are we going to?” she wanted my opinion. “Probably not. I’m just about asleep, and as much as I want you, it wouldn’t be too fair to you if I fell asleep in the middle of it, would it?” “Kind of thought you’d say something like that. To be honest, if we did, you’d probably have your little sister sprawled on top of you and snoring in your ear within five minutes. But first thing tomorrow morning, I have all intentions of fucking you until you wake up, then screwing your brains out until breakfast is served” she threatened me. “Yeah? And just who’s going to make breakfast if we’re busy making love? This place didn’t come with room service, you know” I softly teased her as I blew lightly into her ear. “Good” she countered. “I was kind of counting on that. That gives me all damned day to ravish my big brother’s body. I think I’m going to like this hotel.” We both giggled at her declaration, finally surrendering to the sleep that was about to conquer us anyway. The last thing I remember was Tandra’s soft and soothing voice bidding me a good night. I think I mumbled something back to her, right before I dropped off. Just don’t ask me what I said. The next morning, I awoke feeling completely disoriented. I was in a strange room, in a strange city, sprawled out on a strange floor, and being kept warm by a strange something-or-other. That morning fog took forever to lift, only allowing the pieces of the puzzle to fall back into place after it had dissipated from my brain. The first thing I recognized was that the something-or-other laying on my chest was my sister. The second thing I understood was that she was absent-mindedly playing with my cock, her fingers lightly twirling around my spongy bulbous head. With those two facts established, I decided that the rest didn’t matter. I also came to the conclusion that Tandra’s fingers on my cock felt absolutely undescribable, and so did the erection she’d induced. I rolled my head over to kiss the crown of her head. “Mmm. Morning, Keith” she softly greeted me. “Sleep well?” “Like a log. How long have you been awake?” “I dunno. Maybe half an hour?” “Why didn’t you wake me up, silly girl?” I chided her. “Because you looked so comfortable sleeping there that I just didn’t have the heart. Besides, I felt so warm, safe, and close to you like this that I didn’t want to move.” She lifted her head and presented her lips to me. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse, and pulled her tightly to me as I kissed her, softly at first, but with more want and passionate need as we held that kiss for several minutes. I could feel her almost melt as the heat of our desires grew. She started to pull her head back, gasping for air just as soon as our lip-lock was released. “Good God, where’d you learn to kiss like that? Cassie?” There was a twinge of either jealousy or envy in her question, and that bothered me for some reason. “Let’s call it something that my little sister inspired in me. I’ll have to introduce you to her some day. She’s quite the woman” I just had to tease her. She took the hint, letting whatever was eating her insides dissolve and flow out of our world of mutual love and affection. “Umm, your sister. She’s about five seven, dirty blond hair, passable boobs, and a fat ass? She’s got a big brother that can be a bit of an asshole sometimes? Is that the girl?” Tandra took up the torch of our playfulness. “Nah, I think you’ve got her confused with someone else. She’s got gorgeous blond hair that glows in the dark, breasts that would make a centerfold model green with envy, a butt that’s to die for, and a body that just won’t quit. Her brother’s quite a nice guy, actually. Not sure who you’re thinking of, but she sure doesn’t sound like my little sister. In fact, she sounds kind of scary” I took back the lead. Tandra released my semi-erect cock long enough to give my thigh a resounding smack. “A nice guy, huh? Like fuck he is! Always teasing his little sister relentlessly is more like it,” she corrected me, “but he’s a loveable son-of-a-bitch.” “Well! If you’re going to be like that about it, Miss Hayes, I think I’m going to get my ass in gear and get on with my day!” I pouted. “Can you use some company?” I was asked in a voice that sounded just like a lost child’s. “Oh, okay, but only until we find your Mommy, little girl” I whined in a similar tone. Tandra grabbed my nuts and started to squeeze harder and harder. Within seconds, I was in real pain. “You going to apologize for treating me like a little kid, or become a eunuch?” was her only warning. Again I capitulated, but more for the sake of future generation than anything else. “Geez, you sure know how to hurt a guy!” I groused once she’d finally released my nuts. “One night together and you’re acting like you own me or something.” I tried to keep any maliciousness out of my voice. It must have worked, because she became quite repentant. “Would you like me to kiss it better for you, little man?” she went back to teasing. “Yeah, I would” I threw out a challenge. Wrong thing to say, because she scooted down under the covers and began kissing and licking my balls like they were an ice cream cone. It was only a mere moment or two later before I felt her lips on the tip of my cock. Despite the pain of having my scrotum almost reduced to two dimensions, she felt absolutely fantastic as she slowly let her lips open just enough to take half my cock into her mouth. That cute little tongue of hers circled around the rim of my purple helmet, driving me to a state of horniness that I couldn’t recall ever having had before. “Tandra, let me taste you. Please?” I almost begged, and my sister spun her hips around so that her pussy was right in front of my face, all without easing her oral grip on me one iota. Her pussy lips were beginning to distend, revealing both her little pink pearl of passion and those soft pink inner lips of her cunt. There was a prevailing odour of her musky sex that I found irresistible. I let my tongue slide along her now-opening slit from just above her pucker all the way to her knotted nubbin. Even with half my cock in her mouth, she groaned in delight. But when I dipped the tip of my tongue into her oozing entrance, she released me long enough to voice her lustful approval. “God, Keith! You’re a fucking cunt tease, you know that? Do that again. I dare you!” Never one to pass up a challenge, I did it again. And again, and again, and again, all while her head began to bob up and down on my shaft. It took every ounce of my concentration to do Tandra’s perfect pussy the justice it deserved, but the more I concentrated, the more insistent her ministrations on me became. In desperation to be able to make her cum before I shot my load down her throat, I slid two fingers inside her, then pushed up gently on her G-spot. She exhaled quickly with a groan of pleasure without letting her grip on my cock ease up, the resulting vibrations like nothing I’d ever felt before. In retaliation, I gently latched onto her engorged clit and sucked on it, running the tip of my tongue around the base while still teasing the inside of her love chamber. Within moments, she was gasping for air in ragged breaths, all while still forcing herself to keep up her pace on my manhood. It was all too much for me, and as she started to threaten an orgasm, I had to warn her of my own pending climax. “Tandra!” I almost howled. “I’m going to cum, Sis!” As though spurred on by the news, my sister’s lips seemed to clamp a little tighter on my cock, her tongue to dance a little faster, and her sucking to intensify. As much as I wanted to feel her cum before I did, she had me right on the edge within seconds. My balls tightened and my shaft expanded as it filled with my semen in preparation to send the population of a nation of wiggling life-creators down my sister’s hungry throat. As an attempt to divert my concentration long enough to take Tandra over the edge first, I gave her clit one hard suck as my fingers danced over her G-spot. She immediately broke into a spasmodic tremble as her orgasm erupted inside her, accompanied seconds later by the gushing of my spunk as I exploded in her mouth. We each fought to give the other more pleasure than we were receiving ourselves, a tough trick to pull off in my case. What my sister was doing to me almost caused me to black out, but as much as I wanted to scream of the euphoria she instilled in me, I refused to let her orgasm play out until she was completely spent. I think she had the same objective, because we both floated above the plain of our consciousness for what felt like years. It was only as the last few dribbles burped themselves out of me that I could let my head fall back enough to breathe, and as Tandra’s tongue continued to play on my cock, I was beset with aftershocks that threatened to immobilize me completely for the rest of the day. I felt Tandra collapse on my thigh as she fought to regain her breath, then wiggle around until she was laying beside me again. She crawled into my waiting arms, then almost expired back into unconsciousness before kissing me deeply, and with a passion I had never experienced before. I could taste the saltiness of my own seed on her lips as it combined with the juices she’d sprayed over my face. We kissed for several minutes, neither of us wanting to let the other one go. “You have no idea, Keith, “ my sister moaned in her exhaustion, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.” “What, get your pussy eaten, you mean?” “Aw shit, don’t turn into an asshole on me. Not now. Just love me, and let me love you. Okay? Right now, I need you to be my brother, not some shithead tease.” I kissed the top of her head as a token of apology, then hugged her tight. “Im sorry, Sis. It’s just that you’re so much fun to tease that I guess I go overboard sometimes. But just in case you might want to know, you have the best-tasting pussy I’ve ever been privileged to eat. God, I love it when you cum for me like that. But you don’t squirt when you’re being sucked off, do you?” “I don’t? Shit, I’m sorry, Keith. It’s just that I’ve never been eaten out very much, so I wouldn’t know. But speaking of, where’d you learn to lick a girl like that?” I noticed that she never mentioned Cassie this time, and I was glad of that. My girlfriend, now soon to be ex-girlfriend it seemed, had never really enjoyed oral sex, so my exposure to its delights had been somewhat limited. After tasting Tandra though, I had all intentions of correcting that situation. “No need for apologies, Sis, especially after a fantastic blowjob like that one. I’d ask where you learned to suck cock, but it’s probably none of my business, and it doesn’t matter anyway. All I know is that I’ve never had anything like that done to me with as much sensual feeling before. I just wondered if there was a reason that you don’t squirt when you cum on my tongue. You sure did on my cock last night, and that’s something else I’ve never been through before. You have no idea how good that felt.” “Umm, maybe if we practise, I’ll start to squirt when you eat me? You think? I want to please you, so bad, Keith. I’d even let you fuck me up the ass, if that’s what you wanted. I’ve only been done back there once, and it was horrid. I got my asshole pounded until it almost bled, and I was sore for a week. But I love you enough to let you take me back there, if that’s something you’d like to do.” “Tandra, if it doesn’t work for you, it doesn’t work for me. Maybe one day we’ll try it, but if it doesn’t give you pleasure, we stop. Immediately. Understand? Doesn’t matter what it is, if it feels ungood, we stop doing it. And you have to tell me just as soon as it becomes uncomfortable, not after we finish. Your pleasure means more to me than my own. I love you too much to ever want to have you suffer because of me.” I couldn’t emphasize that aspect hard enough. The first girl I’d ever been with had tolerated our sexual activities only because she thought that’s what I wanted. But when I found out, I felt absolutely horrid inside, and promised myself that I’d never do that to anyone ever again. But in the case of Cindy Horwath, the damage had been done, and we went our separate ways without me being allowed to make things right with her. “We have a deal, Keith,” Tandra let me know, “but it’s a two-way street, okay? If I ever do something that makes you uncomfortable, you have to let me know right away. Promise?” I nodded my acceptance of her terms, then kissed her softly one more time. “Tell you a secret, big brother. I sure could use a coffee right about now. If you take me over to Timmy’s, I’ll buy.” That was another one of those offers I couldn’t refuse. We got dressed and headed out to the coffee shop. At first, Tandra insisted that all she wanted was just the coffee, but when I ordered a cinnamon bun, she broke down and had one too. I’ve never seen anything disappear so fast, with the possible exception of my paycheck! After coffee, it was time to tackle the unpacking, with Tandra taking another hour to find places for everything so that we’d be able to find them when they were needed. I offered my sister a late lunch on our way to go furniture shopping, and she made up a grocery list so that we wouldn’t spend our last nickel on eating out. As much as I enjoyed taking her out to restaurants, Tandra was quick to point out that we really couldn’t afford that kind of luxury. And then there was the furniture problem. Actually, it wasn’t really a problem finding what we wanted or needed. It was more a case of being able to pay for it all. It didn’t take advanced calculus to figure out that the cost of new furniture would be a lot more than our funds would ever be able to carry. I was of the opinion that we’d pick up what we could afford, then look for the other items when we had the cash. Tandra said she had a better idea. “Keith, run me back to the apartment and let me grab my laptop. I’ll treat you to Starbuck’s, and maybe we can find most of what we need.” I had no idea what she had in mind, but did as I was told. Long story short, my sister searched the local online want-ads, then made a few phone calls. By the end of the day, we had two beds, two large bureaus and a dresser, a sofa and two chairs, a large office desk and chair, and a dining table with four chairs. More importantly, we still had most of our cash. It took us two more days to pick up and move all that furniture, but considering that my sister had saved us over two thousand dollars, a couple of days of driving around and moving some furniture was nothing. That money could be put towards some of the less important luxuries that we’d like to acquire, or held as a financial cushion until we both had a reliable income. It was on the way home after we’d picked up the two beds that Tandra insisted we stop and buy two new sheet sets. The ones that we’d brought from our parent’s place wouldn’t fit properly, although we could make do with the blankets. In a binge mood, she picked out two sets of satin sheets for the queen-size bed that would go into my room. Her logic was that we’d both use that bed almost exclusively, but she’d picked up a single bed for her room, in the unlikely event that we had overnight guests that weren’t aware of our situation. At the moment, that was everyone in the world. We were heading home with all the new bedding when Tandra sprung the rest of her idea on me. “Keith, we don’t have anything pressing tomorrow. What say we give that big bed a good christening tonight? We have two sheet sets for it, so we can launder one set in the morning, and put the second set on the bed.” “Why would we buy new sheets, then run them through the laundromat the next day?” I couldn’t figure out. Hey, I wanted to be an architect, not a rocket scientist, for heaven’s sake! Give me a break! “Because, silly,” she explained, “ by the time the sun comes up tomorrow, that first set will be covered in our juices . . . or have you forgotten just how horny your little sister can get? Buddy, I have all intentions of riding your cock tonight ‘til I can’t ride no more!” True to her word, we made love that night until the morning sun interrupted us. By the time six o’clock arrived, we were dead to the world, both from our long day, and from all the energy we’d expended. I’ve never cum so much, either before or after that night. I lost count of how many orgasms Tandra had. I stopped counting somewhere around two in the morning. I also have no idea how one female can produce that much juice. Those new sheets were absolutely soaked with our combined cum, girl-cream, and whatever else we left behind. I was beginning to think I’d never get another hard-on for the rest of my natural life. Tandra walked with a definite bow to her legs the next day. It was a night I’ll never forget, and I hope she won’t either. She even squirted me once or twice while I was licking her pussy. Her flavour was worth the wait until she could. Trust me. I heard one of our cell phones ring somewhere around noon as it dragged me out of my foggy sleep. Why I hadn’t turned the damned thing off I’ll never know. It sat on the edge of one of the bureaus that we’d put next to the bed, and as she was closest, Tandra slapped her hand on the top of that piece of furniture until she finally found the offending device. Glancing at the call display, I saw the colour drain out of her face as she read the screen. “Shit!” she proclaimed. “It’s Cassie. You want to answer it, or let it go to the mailbox?” “Fuck! I want to just let it go to message, but I have a bad feeling that I’d better answer it.” With many reservations, I took the phone and flipped open the lid. “Hello?” I tried to sound like I’d just recovered from being Rip Van Winkle. “Hi, Keith” an overly-cheerful voice greeted me. “You settled in yet? I’ve got two whole days with nothing to interrupt us. I was going to come over and see the new place, and maybe help you break it in.” My mind was whirling at something just short of light-speed. How the hell was I supposed to explain that my sister was my new roommate? Or worse, that she was now my lover, and I was hers? And was this the time to let Cassie know that her and I were no longer and item, as she had a habit of calling two people that were in a relationship? As much as I understood that this day would come along eventually, I really wasn’t prepared for it to be today. “Hey, Kitten, as much as I’d love to see you, this week and next are going to be a bitch. I’ve got to see about getting back on with the courier service, pick up a whole bunch of little odds and sods for this place, and seriously consider cleaning the apartment up. It looks like a war zone, and definitely not fit for entertaining. Not even close. Monday and Tuesday are registration, which leaves me Wednesday to hit the book store. Classes start next Thursday, and knowing the work load, we’ll have our first assignment by Friday. So, as you can see, I’m going to be looking for another two or three hours in the day, and maybe another day in the week. But I really do want to see you. How about I get through this coming week, then call you, and we’ll see what we can come up with?” God, I wanted to cross my fingers so that my excuses wouldn’t count. As much as I realized that Cassie and I were over, I still cared for her, and wanted to let her down with as little pain as possible. Whether or not I could pull that one off remained to be seen. “Yeah, okay.” Her voice was saturated with disappointment, and despite my resolve, it was all I could do to not break down and reverse my decisions. But I wouldn’t be able to explain Tandra to Cassie, either as a roommate, or as a lover. Not without my now ex-girlfriend getting her feelings hurt. She may not have been the best lover in the world, but Cassie Mansden had been someone that I had almost been ready to spend the rest of my life with. That was something that I couldn’t deny, nor just close the door and walk away from. Tandra could see the worry in my face, and kept as quiet as a church-mouse, God love her. She did extend a hand towards me in silent support, and I took it gladly, feeling more love for my sister in that one moment than I had ever known in my whole life. “Call me, Keith?” Cassie’s voice broke into my thoughts. “I really want to see you again, when we can. I’ve missed you over the summer, you know. More than I ever thought I’d miss anyone. I love you, Baby.” Right about then, I had to fight to keep my fingers uncrossed for saying what I knew she wanted to hear. Not so much that it was a lie, but more that what I felt and what she thought I felt were now a long ways apart. “I love you too, Kitten. You take care, okay? I’ll call. I promise.” With that, I cut off the call, then just sat there, my mind forgivingly blank. It was my sister that pulled me back out of my funk. “You okay, Keith?” she asked, the feelings of love in her voice palpable. All I could do was nod, but I wasn’t so sure of whether I was or not. “Do you think she knows? Or even suspects?” Tandra inquired. “I have no idea, Sis. I don’t think she does. I mean, why would she? I haven’t told her that you’re going to the university, or that you’d even be in town. God damn, I hate this! How the hell do you tell someone that’s been such a major part of your life that it’s over? And how do you help them deal with the pain, the disappointment, the heartbreak? Fucked if I know!” I almost screamed. “Any idea of how you’re going to tell her? Or, for that matter, if you even intend to tell her? I may be your sister, and your lover at the moment, but I don’t own you Keith. I can’t force you to do something you don’t want to do. As much as I want you, and you may want me, I can’t ask you to make a choice between me and Cassie. Face it, I’m exactly where I shouldn’t be, in your bed, making love to my own brother. Maybe I should move back into the other room and use my own bed. Maybe that’ll give you the space you need to figure out what it is that you really want.” “It’s not my bed, Sis,” I corrected her, “it’s our bed. Both of us. We christened it together, and we’ll damned-well wear the fucking thing out together.” “No, Keith. It’s your bed. Mine’s in that other room, just for times like this. Do you have any idea just how badly I want to be here with you, making love, sharing our lives, giving you all the love you deserve, supporting you when things go for a complete shit? But all that doesn’t change the fact that I’m in my brother’s bed, and that coming between you and Cassie makes me feel like the Other Woman. I don’t like this any more than you do. But I’m the one that’s in the wrong place, and for the wrong reasons. Not you, and not Cassie, either. Me. No one else.” I could understand what Tandra was trying to say, but it just didn’t sit right inside me. Okay, maybe we’d gone too far out on the limb. Maybe what we’d learned from books about incest was right, and we were both completely wrong in crossing that line anyway. Maybe she was the other woman, as she put it. But in spite of all that, it didn’t change the fact that we’d made love together, that we’d developed a new connection between the two of us, and that I loved her more than anyone else in the world. All that had to be included in the equation before it would balance. It was possible that I’d put the horse before the cart, finding someone else to love even as that spark between Cassie and I sputtered its final death throes. No, if Tandra and I were meant to be together, and I fully believed that we were, then we’d go through this together. I’d probably have to take more shit than I really wanted to endure, but if that’s what it took, I’d happily do it for the sake of my little sister, even if we hadn’t become lovers. Now that we had, my resolve was even stronger. “How about some coffee?” Tandra burst into my sullen thought pattern. I loved her a little bit more for pulling me out of that misery. “I want to try out that coffee pot we picked up, and we got coffee yesterday. We’ve even got cream. You aren’t using sugar again, are you?” “No, I’m still sugar-free. Coffee sounds great, Sis” I conceded. Tandra rattled around in the kitchen for a while, then came back to the table while the coffee brewed. She sat down wordlessly, almost trying to stay out of my thoughts, then relenting as she slid a hand across the distance between us, almost as an anchor against the turmoil raging inside me. I gratefully took it, maybe squeezing it a little too tight. She didn’t complain; didn’t even wince. I apologized for my excess by lifting it to my lips and kissing each finger individually. We sat in silence until the machine quit bubbling. As she stood to return to the kitchen, I held her hand in an effort to keep her as a part of me for as long as I could. “I love you too, Keith” was all she said. It was all that needed to be said. I could feel the truth of her declaration, and its strength seemed to flow into me, reviving my tired soul. I released her hand, and she went to get us a cup of coffee each, complete with exactly the right amount of cream in mine. “I have a bad feeling that this is going to be a shitty day” Tandra expressed her observation. “We both knew that we’d have to deal with Cassie. I’d just hoped it wouldn’t be quite this awkward. She’s been good for you, as a girlfriend, and you know I’m right. But she’s also been a good friend to me. I just hope she doesn’t hate me for stealing her boyfriend. Tell me I’m not out of my freaking head?” “No, you’re about right bang on the money, Sis. But Cassie and I have been drifting apart for months now. Whether you’re here or not, we’ll end up going our separate routes eventually. I guess I’ve known that since before the summer. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself before now.” Despite Tandra’s attempts to the contrary, I could feel myself sinking back into that black pit of confusion. “You still love her, don’t you?” It was a tough question to hear, and a tougher one to answer. Yes, I still had feelings for Cassie Mansden, and they ran deep. But they weren’t deep enough to hold the two of us together any more. That much I’d known inside myself for quite a while. I guess I’d held on in quiet desperation. “Yeah, I do, Sis. I guess, in a way, I always will. God, I hate to have to hurt her, but anything else but the truth is a lie, and I can’t do that. I can’t lie to her. Never could, any more than I could lie to you. I feel like shit!” “Probably no worse than I feel, right now. You’re going through the guilt of dumping a girlfriend that you still love, and I’m fighting the same feelings for betraying one of the best friends I’ve ever had. We sure are a couple of assholes, aren’t we?” I had no words to answer her with. All I could do was stare into my coffee cup and pray for some kind of revelation. Right now, I’d have settled for a lightning bolt to the back of my head. I had to agree with Tandra that I was definitely an asshole, but there was no way I’d agree that she was. I was about to tell her that, too, except that the intercom buzzed loud enough that I almost spilled my cup. “Want me to get that?” Tandra inquired. “Nah, I think I’d better. After all, it’s my name that’s on the index. Not sure how that happened, but until we can get it corrected . . . ” I reluctantly got up to answer the grating interruption, flipping the “Talk” button to ask who it was. “Hi, Baby. I thought I’d pop over and give you a hand cleaning up. Can I come in?” Shit. As if the day hadn’t been bad enough, now Cassie was right on my doorstep. Inside, I wanted to tell her to go away, to leave me alone, to quit complicating things. Instead, I looked to Tandra for her opinion. She thought for a second, then nodded her head almost as a concession to what we both knew was going to happen eventually anyway. “Umm, I just got out of the shower, Sweetie. Can I get about five minutes to get decent?” “You mean you’re naked? Quick, let me in! I want to see what I’ve been missing all summer!” I swallowed my trepidations, then hit the button that releases the door’s lock. When I heard the door open, I let go of the intercom key. “Guess I’d better get dressed, huh?” Tandra made the obvious question. “No sense making a bad thing worse.” “Would you grab me my robe and throw it out here, Sis? I may as well look like I’ve been in the shower.” “Won’t work. Your hair’s dry. She’ll know your bullshitting. Tell her you’re on your way into it, and that the intercom’s buzz rattled you. Maybe that’ll keep her satisfied for a while.” With that, Tandra ran into the bedroom, got dressed after throwing me my robe, then scooted into the other bedroom and mussed up the bedding. Her foresight was a lot better than mine, that was for sure. As she came back out, there was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it” I volunteered. “May as well face the music without you getting caught in the middle.” “Keith? Just remember that I love you, very, very much. We’ll get through this. Okay?” With that little thread of encouragement, I went to the front door and welcomed Cassie. “I thought you said you were just out of the shower?” she questioned before she was even inside. “Did I? Actually, I’m just on my way in” I fibbed. “Oh? Want some company? To wash your back, I mean.” Cassie offered, that gleam of hope and lust in her eye unmistakable. “Kitten, you don’t want to be in there, trust me. I smell like a race horse, and probably look even worse. Why not grab a seat, and help yourself to coffee. It’s fresh, and the cream’s in the fridge. I think there’s sugar in one of the cupboards. I’ll be out in five minutes.” I could see the reluctance in her face, and that glint in her eye that I had once loved almost seemed to extinguish itself. Cassie made her way into the kitchen and was rummaging around in the cupboards when Tandra came out of the main bathroom. I hadn’t seen her duck in there, but like I said, her foresight was a lot better than mine. “Hey, girlfriend!” my sister greeted our guest. “Long time, no see! How’ve you been?” “Tandra! What are you doing here?” Cassie returned with genuine feelings of happiness at the sight of her friend. “Mom and Dad were driving me crazy, so I volunteered to help Keith get settled in. He’s been bugging me to look into some part-time classes for credit towards an English major. Maybe while I’m here, I’ll take him up on the idea” my sister made up as an excuse for her presence. “Awesome! God, but it’s good to see you again! I’ve missed our girl times! But if you stay here, where are you going to live?” “Hey, slow down! I haven’t even found out if I can get in yet. I’ll worry about the rest of it when I know more about what I can get and what’s available. If the worst comes to the worst, maybe I can crash on my brother’s sofa.” I ducked out of the room, which felt like the air pressure had doubled from the discomfort of Cassie’s presence. Five minutes later, I was dressed and back at the table. I noted that Tandra had relinquished her seat and was now sitting across the table from me. Perfunctorily. I kissed Cassie’s cheek, feeling no enthusiasm in the normally affectionate greeting. She gave me a quizzical stare that went on for more minutes than I cared to endure, then turned to my sister to ask a question. “Tandra, could I have a few moments alone with your brother? Please?” “Sure, no problem. That bathtub needs a good scrub anyway, and it ain’t going to clean itself.” Then Tandra got up and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Cassie turned and stared at me for what seemed like years, her lips clenched tight as her eyes studied me intently. I waited for the other shoe to drop, my heartbeat almost racing as the dreaded conflict seemed about to rear its ugly head. “Keith,” she finally spoke, “what’s happened to us? We haven’t seen each other since last May, and I feel like I shouldn’t be here, almost like I’m intruding. Even before the summer, we started to drift apart, and maybe that’s my fault. All I know is that I’ve missed you, that I love you, and that I want to be with you. But you seem distant, somehow. So, what’s the story?” “I don’t know, Kitten. You’ve been busy with your studying, and I’ve been working my ass off with this heavy course load I’ve got. I guess we got too busy to keep tabs on each other. I get the feeling that we’re on different and diverging courses in our lives. I don’t have any answers, either. Maybe you do?” Again she stared at me, her mind a hidden whirl of thoughts and confusions. I wondered if I’d survive her inquisition, and whether our friendship would be strong enough to let us still be able to talk to each other afterwards. “I need an honest answer, Keith” she finally let go in a quiet and sombre tone. “Is there someone else?” “Yeah, I think there might be, Cassie. It’s too early to tell yet, though.” Cassie? I never called her Cassie. It had always been my favourite nickname, Kitten, since two weeks after I’d first met her. That fact wasn’t lost on her either. I watched the joy leave her face, along with some of the colour. In that one moment, I would have killed to be anywhere but under Cassie’s scrutiny. Here it comes! I told myself. The one question I just know you’re going to ask, and the one I really never want to have to answer. Please, Cassie, for the love of God, don’t ask! It was almost as if she’d heard my thoughts, and asked anyway, out of spite. “Anyone I know?” she almost hissed, and I felt my little world fall apart.

Thanks for everyone's positive comments. I intend to keep this story going for some time. As I said once before, I try to write a chapter, let it sit a day or two, then edit it. That way I hope the story will flow more evenly. I really love the build up of a story, so sex is still several chapters away. CHAPTER 3 Discovering Exhibitionism. Lisa and Tom continued to cuddle, half naked on the couch for a bit longer before both going off to bed. Neither bothered to re-dress, Tom picking up his lounge pants to carry up and Lisa her panties, they both plodded upstairs to their rooms and to bed, Tom stopping in Lisa’s room to tuck her in and give her a good night kiss. He noticed she got into be without her panties and smiled to himself. Saturday, Tom woke first and took a quick shower, throwing on some light cotton shorts and a t-shirt and headed downstairs to make some breakfast. His mind remembered the previous night and he felt ok about it all. It all seemed so natural and, since it was a teaching moment, so right. He was not thinking about future encounters though. After about 90 minutes, Lisa comes bounding down the stairs wearing just a robe. She had also taken a quick shower and just threw on the robe to come down and greet the most important person in her life. She was very energetic today, filled with a new energy. “Good morning, daddy” she says bursting into the room and over to him to give Tom a big kiss and hug. “Well, aren’t we in a good mood” he says cheerfully. “Yea, I slept better than I have in weeks” Lisa tells him. “Well that is one of the other benefits of masturbation, it can help you relax and sleep better” “Yea! That was one of the best feelings I’ve ever had” she beams. “And dad, thank you for letting me watch you. It was just amazing how your sperm shot out and everything. Every time I think about it, well” and her voice goes into an almost whisper “I get all tingly down there.” And she giggles. She then looks down at her dads crotch, sees a slight outline of his flaccid cock under the thin cotton material. She reaches out her hand and pats it gently, “and how’s my little buddy today?” she ask rhetorically. Tom chuckles and by causally allowing her to touch him in this way only serves to encourage her continued freedom. He pours her some OJ as she goes to the pantry and gets out some Cheerio’s for breakfast and prepares her own breakfast. When she sits down on the tall kitchen stool, her robe falls away from her thighs and with only the belt at the waist, Tom can see she is naked beneath and her pussy is now exposed. Lisa chatters away about nothing, unconcerned she is exposed. “Dad?” she asks as Tom pours another cup of coffee. “Yes, sweetie?” he responds. “I really liked masturbating last night and, uhm , well, I mean I feel like I want to do it again and again. Is that ok? I mean, I guess, how often can I?” she stammers out her question. Tom smiles, “Honey, you can masturbate as much as you want.” He assures her. “well, I mean try not to do it in public” he adds teasing her a bit. “Ha Ha, very funny” she playfully smirks back at him. “No, but like so at home I can do it all I want?” She asks. “Well honey as long as it doesn’t interfere with your normal chores or school work” he answers, but doesn’t realize the underlying question. Lisa has the idea that as much as she wants also translates into anywhere she wants. They chat on again on different subjects. Lisa tells him about other things happening at school. One of her friends named Kelly liked this boy and was trying to get him to notice her, but ended up tripping and falling and her dress exposed her panties to everyone in the cafeteria. And how one of her teachers was talking about the ships from the Spanish Armada and slipped up and said ‘shit’. Lisa giggles at each of these folly’s and Tom listens attentively and smiles with her. Finally Tom tells her he is going into the basement to work out and asks if she can clean up the kitchen for him. His workout takes about an hour and he climbs the stairs slowly and sweating profusely. When he reaches the top his ears pick up a small moan and as he rounds the corner to pass through the living room, Lisa is there lying on the couch, robe off, completely naked, legs spread wide rubbing her clit furiously. One hand is pinching and playing with her nipples. She looks to be close and Tom cannot resist, but to stand there a moment watching. Initially, her eyes are closed, but as she feels it building up in her, she opens them a second and sees her dad standing there. This excites her more, feelihg so vulnerable, yet so open and free. She realizes he is enjoying watching again and this takes her to new heights. Her hips start to thrust and she turns slightly to, unconsciously, show herself off to her dad. She feels, for the first time, sexy and sensual as she starts to understand how she can excite a man with her body and actions. She cries out with another powerful orgasm. As she recovers, she smiles big, “Hi dad. Whew! That felt soooo good” she says casually and so open about it, her legs still widely spread. “I may have to do this all day” she giggles. Glancing down, she sees the now wet with sweat cotton material is clearly showing the outline of Tom’s fully erect cock straining against the material. “Looks like someone else needs to do it again too.” She observes. Tom looks confused a second, then follows her eyes, “yes, well, you need to be careful young lady. The sight of a woman naked and masturbating will excite most men.” he admonishes her in a teasing way, but he never tells her it’s not appropriate to do that so openly, so she, of course, takes it as permission. “I need a shower more than I need that right now.” He adds. “Oh, ok” she acknowledges. “Yea you kinda stink” she adds giggling as she teases her dad. He really didn’t stink, but it was how they joked at school with each other too. Lisa gets up from the couch and casually follows Tom up, not bothering to put on her robe. “Are you just going to run around naked all day?” he asks “Can I? I kinda like it. Last night I was nervous when you first saw my, uhm, well you know, but now I’d rather not wear anything if that’s ok. It will save on laundry” she adds the last like she is trying to make more selling points for her position. As they walk up the stairs, Tom sees no harm and agrees. “Just keep your robe handy in case we have unexpected visitors.” He cautions. As they enter his bathroom, Tom strips off his shorts. His cock is semi hard now, not fully. Its only now, despite her examination of his genitals last night, she realizes her dad is shaven smooth around his cock and balls. Not having much hair there herself, she just didn’t think about it. “Dad, do you shave here?” she asks reaching out and running her fingers over the smooth part. “Yes, it’s neater and easier to keep clean” he explains. Lisa looks closer and finds lots of stray hairs. “Well you need to do a better job” she says feeling those patches. “It’s hard to do it by yourself. You can’t see everything” he explains. “You want some help? I can shave these hard to reach spots if you want” she offers. “Maybe, we’ll see. Tom sets about getting ready for his shower. Lisa doesn’t bother to leave, but sits on the chair kept there that used to be her mother vanity seat. The shower door is clear and as she chats away with her dad as he showers, she watches him. She is finding that seeing him nude and in various states of arousal, arouses her too. She leans back and begins to masturbate again while watching her dad through the clear glass doors of the shower stall. Her chatting getting less and some moans escaping her lips, Tom peaks out to see her rubbing herself again, eyes fixed on his cock which is in the process of re-hardening. Tom shuts off the water and steps out and begins drying off. Lisa continues to openly rub her pussy, legs spread lewdly again. Her eyes go from his cock to his face and she watches his eyes go from her face to her pussy. Rubbing herself, her dad’s eyes watching makes her feel so naked and so vulnerable and this feeling really excites her. She tries to open up further. She wants him to see her pleasure herself, not fully understanding why. She feels nasty, but in a good way and then her orgasm hits her with full force and harder than either of her first two. She doesn’t know the word for it yet, but Lisa has just discovered she likes to be watched. She’s just discovered her exhibitionist side. Tom moves to catch her before she falls off the chair for her powerful orgasm. In doing do, his cock brushes her upper arm and springs off that, smacking her in the cheek. He gets he steadies back on the chair. “You ok sweetie?” he asks almost ready to laugh. “That was a good one, uh?” Lisa finally catches her breath. “Oh wow! Dad they seem to just get better and better.” She pants. She then looks at her dad, then his cock, then his face again. “Daddy, do it. I want to see you do it again” she says with some seriousness behind her words. Lustful seriousness. Although he would really like to do it for her, he resists for now. “How about instead, you help me shave these hard to reach spots, and then maybe I’ll do it for you. It’s easier to shave around if my hard.” He explains to her. It makes senses so she gets up off the chair and invites her dad to sit down. She takes the razor and shaving cream from the sink and then kneels down at his feet. “I’ve never done this, so you’ll have to tell me what to do” she smiles up at him. “Put some shaving cream in your hand first, then smear it around where you are going to shave” he instructs her. Lisa fills her hand and then awkwardly smears the thick cream around his hard cock as he spreads his legs wider to give her access. She holds his cock with her other hands to manipulate it. “Over you balls too?” she asks glancing up. Tom nods. “Lift your legs up higher, you have a lot of hair under you balls.” She says and as he does, his asshole gets exposed as well. She rubs cream there as well. All lathered up, she begins tentatively shaving and after the first stroke she looks at the razor and a mound of cream on it, realizing she needs to clean it each time. Getting up and going to the sink, she rinses it. “Take that bowl and fill it with water, then you can just dip it in each time to clean it off.” Tom suggests to her. “Oh, yea, good idea” she says happily and begins to fill up the bowl. Once done, she’s back down between his legs shaving and touching. Tom stays hard the whole time and Lisa gradually gains confidence and by the time she is done, she has shaved him the smoothest he has been in a long time. “There, all done!” she exclaims with a sense of triumph. She then glances up at her dad with a more serious look. “Dad, please, let me watch you again.” She pleads. Tom smiles, then nods. Her pleas are like magic to him and he reaches down and wraps his hand around the shaft and begins to masturbate with his daughters face quite literally inches from his hard cock She watches as intently as she did last night. She studies his movements. She even gets so close at some point he can feel her breath when she exhales. He reaches down and cups and massages his balls. Tom knows the word he is feeling right now as she observes him so intently. He feels naked and vulnerable. Nasty and lewd. His balls tighten up and he cries out in orgasmic bliss as his cock starts to shoot cum. This time, his cum flies into his daughter face. She gasps with open mouth after the first one hits her and the second hits her open mouth. The third, her chest and the rest oozes out. Lisa smacks her lips, tasting her father cum for the first time. Salty, musky, but not bad, but the texture is weird. As Tom’s orgasm subsides, he steady’s himself on the chair. “Oh wow! God that was strong” he pants. “You got it in my mouth” Lisa says, not angry but surprised. “Oh I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean too. Maybe you shouldn’t get so close next time.” He says. “Is it bad for me? I mean to get in my mouth?” she asks. “Oh no, honey. A lot of women love it. They love to get it all in their mouths and swallow it. Others, not so much.” He tries to explain in his post orgasmic state. “Well, I swallowed it” she says, more as a fact than bragging. “Taste isn’t bad, but the texture will take some getting used to. Is that when women give guys blow jobs?” she asks Recovering a bit more now, Tom turns back to her and sees her scooping some more off her face, studying it and then tasting it again. “Yes honey. Women can give a man a blowjob and let him cum in her mouth. Of course, men can lick a woman’s pussy and make her feel pretty good too” “That’s all oral sex, right?” she asks to check her understanding. “That’s right honey” he says as he takes wash cloth and wets it with warm water. “Let me help clean you” he says as he observes her taking her second finger full and putting it to her mouth. “Unless you just want to lick yourself clean.” He teases. “ You seem to like the taste.” Lisa looks at her dad a bit sheepishly. “I guess it’s not too bad. I could get used to it.” She says and holds her face to invite her dads cleaning. Tom gets her cleans up and wiped down as they chat on about oral sex a bit longer. Tom dries his hair and finishes getting cleaned up. As he walks naked into his room with Lisa in tow he goes to his drawer to get some more shorts. “Dad, don’t put on anything. Can you stay naked with me today?” she asks like a little girl. Tom turns to her, “Really? You like being nude so much?” He ask for confirmation “Yea and I like seeing you that way too. It makes me tingle down there.” She confesses. Tom similes. “Well then, maybe we should just become nudists” he offers as a half joke. “OK”, she agrees not knowing much about it, but it sounds good and it will keep her daddy naked so she can see his nice cock. Even flaccid, it looks heavy and thick. Tom chuckles and takes her hand and they go back downstairs to spend the day naked. It’s really fortunate that Tom’s house sits on about 25 acres of heavily wooded land and is virtually secluded. This means they can even go outside around the pool naked and not be seen and this is exactly what they do. Lisa, when she jumps in the water, is thrilled by the feeling of water around her naked form. They play in the water together various games such as “Marco-Polo” and “Blind Man’s Bluff”. In the process of this, they touch each other a lot, some by accident, some on purpose. Tom gets hard and Lisa loves to play with it. She takes it in her hands and strokes it some. She pushes her butt against his cock as well. In addition to touching his cock, she makes sure her dad touches her too. She pushes her pussy into his hand or her budding tits against his arm. Tom realizes what she is doing and doesn’t hesitate to rub her a little or just cup her mound or her breast from time to time either. They both know these are sexual games, but both enjoy them. After about an hour of this, Lisa is pretty worked up. “Daddy, I need to rub myself again, come watch me.” She tells him taking his hand and leading him out of the pool. She goes over to one of the lounge chairs and lays back, immediately spreading open her legs. “Sit on the end” she directs him so she can feel lewd again. As she reaches down to rub her clit, she suddenly has an idea and uses both hands to spread her pussy lips apart. “Can you see inside me, dad?” she asks with a smile. Tom makes a show of looking. “mmm yes I can. So pretty and pink and really wet” she grins at her. “I can even see your hymen” he says excitedly to please his daughter. “That’s what makes me a virgin, right?” she asks remembering her sex education class. “Well, that’s sort of right. What really makes you a virgin is not ever having sex. Sometimes, girls break their hymen doing other things, but they are still a virgin.” He explains. Lisa lets her pussy close and starts to rub her clit directly. Tom watches her and observes not only her pussy and fingers, but the smooth, young, supple skin on her inner thighs. He reaches out gently and caresses the smooth skin. “Oh!” Lisa exclaims in surprise. “I like that.” She tells him. Tom smiles and continues to caress her. His fingers tracing up her inner thighs, almost to her smooth pussy and back down again. Now two hands, one on each thigh. With the touching and watching, it adds to Lisa’s feeling of being so exposed. She begins to rub faster, already feeling it building in her. She begins to talk to add to it. “Daddy, this feels so good” she pants softly. “I love rubbing myself for you. I want to cum so bad”. Saying the words out loud really do make it more real, thus making her exposure more real. Tom listens to her words and when she tells him she wants to cum, he gets caught up in the ‘conversation’. “Cum baby, cum for daddy. Show daddy how you please yourself. Make that pussy cum hard” he repeats over and over. This and being outdoors and exposed makes Lisa so excited. It doesn’t take long until her hips begin to undulate into the hair as her fingers fly over her clit. “Oh yesssssss, daddy, I’m cummmmmmingggggg” she pants out…”Watch me cum, daddy!” she groans as her body starts to convulse and shake. Her orgasm is not really more powerful than previous ones, but this one lasts and lasts. While in reality it was only about 30 seconds of continuous contractions, it seemed like it lasted several minutes. Lisa finally collapses and breaths hard trying to catch her breath. She can hardly move for several minutes. Tom watches her silently, giving her time to recover and let it all sink in. Finally, she smiles up at him. “I didn’t think it was going to stop” she says tiredly. “Those are the best ones, aren’t they?” he responds. Lisa just nods and relaxes a bit. After about 10 minutes, she looks up at Tom. “Dad, I have to go pee, can you help me up? Not sure if I can make it to the bathroom.” “Just pee in the grass” he suggests. “It’s no big deal.” “Really?” she asks looking back at Tom then over at the grass. “Help me up!” she again says holding out her arm. Tom stands and helps her to her feet. Lisa walks over to the grass and gets another naughty thought. She turns back to her dad to make sure he’s watching, spreads her legs and only bends them slightly and starts to pee. It kind of goes all over the place, some running down her legs, some arching out. She giggles as the pee flows, but watches her dad the full times, finding another little thrill of being watched doing something dirty. Lisa is also a bit surprised that the warm pee flowing down her legs feels kind of good too. When she finishes, she just comes back and lays back on the lounge, not worried about the traces of pee still on her. Tom moves up and cuddles next to her on the lounge. Tom now reaches down to his own hard cock and starts to stroke it again. Lisa adjusts her position to watch better. She watches his hand slide the skin up and down over the head. She watches the precum leak out. She remembered how he cupped his balls earlier, so now she takes one hand and reaches down and cups and gently massages his balls, helping him like he helped her. His hand gets faster and faster. It is not long before Tom cums hard again, his cum arching into the air and coming back down on both of them. When he’s done, Lisa scoops some of his cum on her fingers and licks them clean, then sucks the cum from Tom’s fingers. The skies become overcast as they lay there cuddled together. They soon drift off to sleep for about an hour as the fluids dry on their skin.

I would like to thank The Englishman for the subject matter that helps hold this erotic theater experience together. And now for our story . . . Students are trying out for parts in a middle school version of A Midsummer Nights Dream. What they don’t know is that the director has already narrowed it down to one young actress to play the role of Titania and he insists on personally educating her how to act out the role. Sounds kinda highbrow at first, but give it a chance and watch what he does with/to the girl to make sure she gets into the role. Grab something to drink or smoke and sit back and enjoy Maddie’s journey. Act 1- Innocence Slowly Lost Dr. Johnson had dismissed the other candidates but allowed Maddie and Michael to stay. Michael was only there to add to the legitimacy of Maddie staying by herself. He had just asked Michael to kiss Maddie, pretending that he was Oberon, one of the characters in the play. "You call that a kiss, boy?" sneered Dr. Johnson. "You looked as if you didn't want to kiss her at all. Are you sure you wouldn't rather be kissing a boy?" "No sir," said Michael with unaccustomed boldness. "I like Maddie and I was happy to kiss her." "You're not supposed to be happy about it - this isn't a sex education class. But you are supposed to at least appear happy, to look as if you want to do it. I wasn't convinced at all - a pretty feeble kiss if you ask me." The sly teacher turned to Maddie and said, "How did you feel about that kiss, pretty girl? Did it feel as if he meant it?" "I thought we were just acting, sir. I didn't stop to think about whether Michael meant it or not," said Maddie, unsure as to what answer the man wanted. She suspected that whatever she said would be turned against Michael and that seemed unfair but there was also a petty irrational desire to please the teacher too. "No such thing as just acting!" snapped the teacher. "Acting springs from the heart and the soul, not the words in some damned script. I'm sure a pretty girl like you has been kissed before, so how did this boy's puny effort compare with other boys who've kissed you?" "I haven't been kissed before, sir. That was my first kiss." "Then I'm sorry for you that your first kiss was such a dismal one. I can only hope that the next man who kisses you makes a better job of it." "I think you meant boy, sir - the next boy who kisses me," Maddie corrected the teacher nervously, aware that his meaty fingers were caressing her upper arm. "Who knows?" answered the teacher dismissively. "Anyway that's enough for now. You've both done enough to earn the chance of an audition but only just." "This year the school drama production, which I am producing and directing, will be 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'. This is the synopsis and a scene from that play," said the teacher with an unpleasant smirk. "It's a complicated plot about confused identities, treachery, betrayal and love - lots of love - and just to make the plot even more confusing, there is a play within the main play. Michael will play Bottom who is a character in the main play but also has a part in the mini-play inside that." "Is my character in the main play?" "Absolutely! You are playing Titania, the beautiful queen of the fairies and the wife of Oberon, the fairy king - it's all there in the script I just gave you. Now I want you both to go into the corner and read quietly to each other - get to know the sense of the scene and then we'll see how well you understand your characters and how good you are at bringing them to life. Is that clear, Maddie?" She shrugged off his insolence and coupled with Michael to review their lines. Her part was Titania, the queen of the fairies which pleased and flattered her immensely. According to the script, Oberon, the king of the fairies sends his prankster servant, Puck, to acquire a magical flower, the juice of which can be spread over a sleeping person's eyelids to make that person fall madly in love with the first thing he or she sees upon waking. Puck obtains the flower, and Oberon tells him of his plan to spread its juice on the sleeping Titania's eyelids. The scene opened just after Titania had woken after having the charmed potion applied to her closed eyes. Apparently Michael was to play the part of Bottom, whose head had been magically transformed by Puck to that of a donkey. It was equally apparent that Michael had no lines so it made no difference whether he could read them or not. She realized it made sense now that there were no lines for Michael's character. Obviously with the head of a donkey, he would be unable to speak anyway. "Well, let’s get started . . . what are waiting for?” said Dr. Johnson rather abruptly. “We're wasting time here. Put the blanket on the ground and lie down on it as if you're sleeping. Then I want you to wake up and stretch. Look around you as if you're still half asleep and not sure where you are." Maddie reluctantly arranged the blanket as instructed and lay herself down. "Okay, good," said Dr. Johnson in a kinder softer voice. "Now wake up slowly - lots of stretching." Maddie began to understand that her teacher's voice was soft and gentle when things were going right and she determined to obey his instructions as far as she could. For some reason she wanted his approval, she wanted to please the man. She opened her eyes and stretched her arms out, yawning widely. "Good, very good," encouraged Dr. Johnson. "More stretching now, straighten your legs and arch your back, put some real effort into stretching - convince me you've just woken up." That sounded easy enough and the young girl did as he directed her, unaware that the arching of her back was causing her little breasts to strain against the fabric of her thin blouse and her stretched legs afforded a view almost all the way up to her panties. Maddie might have been unaware of her display but the camera he had turned on next to him on a tripod didn't miss a moment of it and its powerful zoom lens made the most of the opportunity. "Bravo!" encouraged the teacher with warm enthusiasm. "Very well done! Now, you're awake but you don't realize that Puck has spread the love potion on your eyelids while you were sleeping, remember?" Maddie nodded eagerly, unaccountably happy to have earned praise from the teacher. She began to think for the first time that she might be able to actually do this. "Good, so the effect of the potion is to make you fall madly in love with the FIRST creature you see when you wake up. Remember this is a comedy but you have to play it straight. Only the audience sees the joke that the beautiful ethereal fairy queen will think she's madly in love with an idiot who has the head of a donkey." "Okay, now Maddie, I want you to really show me some real acting. You've just woken up and the first thing you see is Bottom. The potion makes you think he is the most beautiful creature you have ever laid your eyes on and you instantly fall madly in love with him. You have to show the audience how much you love him. Touch his face tenderly and stroke his beautiful ears." Maddie reached up and followed the teacher’s instructions. She gently touched Michael’s ears and pretended to look at him with absolute love in her eyes. He also moved his hands up and caressed her shoulders and then boldly moved his palm over her breast. Suddenly she became uncomfortably aware of the tingle it caused in her tiny sensitive orbs. She soon realized that her developing breasts were ultra-susceptible to touch and they didn't seem to care who or what stimulated them. "You need to relax more, my dear, with a boy’s normal affections," said her teacher, his voice a little gentler and kinder now. Secretly the teacher knew he would be playing what he just saw over and over again in his office with his pants unzipped, and longed to be the next one to fondle her hopefully naked cones. “Michael, I have seen enough of you on stage for today. I will be having more tryouts later this week and I want you to be a part of them. For now, I want to work with Maddie alone and see if she is really ready for this part,” he said. Michael was surprised by his abrupt remarks and gathered his backpack, said goodbye to Maddie and left the auditorium. Act II- Enjoying Her First Joint "Your parents DID sign the permission slip allowing you to be here until 6:00,” inquired Dr. Johnson, looking at his watch. “Yes,” said Maddie. She watched Dr. Johnson march up the aisle and lock the doors to the auditorium. “You need more work Maddie, and I am going to demonstrate what must take place if you want this part . . . do you understand?” “Yes sir,” she said. "I just watched you act surprised when Michael touched your chest. First of all, if you truly love a boy or man, you wouldn't object or make a fuss if he accidentally touched your breasts would you?" "I-I don't know," mumbled Maddie. "I suppose not," she admitted, embarrassed and uncomfortably aware of Dr. Johnson's eyes almost caressing her tingling breasts with his eyes. "Of course you wouldn't make a fuss I mean who could blame a boy for wanting to touch such beautiful breasts - they might be very small but they're just as pretty as the rest of you." Maddie blushed and squirmed in her seat, uncomfortable at having her teacher talk so personally about her budding breasts, especially as he was not bothering to hide the fact that his gaze was now more avidly fixed on them than before. What made it worse was despite her embarrassment, her breasts were tingling in a way that appeared to suggest they liked being talked about. "If you get the part, it does not matter who plays Bottom. You have to act as if you love him," shrugged the teacher. "It seems to me that Michael was more into his role than you were in yours. Perhaps you need some of that love potion that Puck put on Titania's eyes..." "But that isn't real - it's just a made up story" protested Maddie. "There's no such thing as a love potion in real life." "I see," murmured the teacher, nodding as if he understood perfectly. "You have to understand that none of this is real. It's just a story and it isn't just the potion that is make believe. Our job as performers is to make it real, to bring it all to life for the audience and make them believe that even the potion is real." "I wish the potion was real," muttered Maddie realizing she might be losing this part unless she could start acting more genuine on stage. "So, if there WAS such a potion, you'd be happy to use it if it helped you to act your part on stage?" "I suppose so," confessed Maddle. "I really want to be Titania but I'm only in middle school and it's kinda difficult sometimes trying to act like someone older.” Well I'm pleased to hear you say you want the part because the moment I saw you, I knew you would make the perfect Titania. So pretty and delicate and so tiny, exactly like a real fairy queen - you're perfect for the part." "D-do you really think so," asked Maddie, feeling flattered despite her reservations about the teacher. "I may be able to help with your problem," he said softly. "I haven't got any love potion but I do have something that will help you to relax and it may even make Bottom look a little more attractive to you." "That sounds a bit like a magic potion," said Maddie with a faint smile. "It kind of is but there's no magic about it." Without any hesitation, he lit the joint he had in his pocket and took a long puff on it to make sure it was burning well. Then he offered the joint to the trembling and surprised young girl. She shook her head emphatically. "I don't smoke, sir." "Of course you don't smoke. What kind of teacher would I be if I offered tobacco to a student anyway? This isn't tobacco - it's just a herb that lots of actors use to calm their nerves before a big performance." "I've never heard about anything like that," murmured the youngster nervously. "Of course not, you're not an actor yet are you? This is a carefully guarded secret in the acting profession." "Really?" "Of course really. You have to trust your director, Maddie and besides I'm a teacher - would I lie to you? "I suppose not," she muttered, still unsure about taking the offered joint from his hand. "Just try a puff or two and if it doesn't settle your nerves enough to be able to play the part of Titania, I will just have to select someone else for the part,” he admitted. Maddie could see the fairness in what he was saying. Not thinking of any other consequences, the nervous youngster took the smoldering joint from him and stared at it hesitantly before raising it to her pretty lips. She took her first tentative draw on the joint. The smoke burned her throat and she coughed painfully as the drug made its way into her lungs. "Not so fast. You've never done this before," said Dr. Johnson in a gentle voice. "Just take a tiny little puff until you're used to it." The naïve youngster tried it again, sucking a small amount of the smoke into her lungs and holding it there for a moment as her teacher instructed her. This time it went down a lot more smoothly and she began to feel the first soothing effects of the drug. She was pulling in her third drag of smoke into her lungs when Dr. Johnson said: "I still want to see you dance," said her teacher with a smug smile. "You want me to dance? Now?" "Of course. The fairies dance a lot in this play and the queen always leads the dancing." Maddie stood unsteadily and her teacher reached out a hand to steady her. His large hairy hand remained, holding her upper arm even after she had regained her balance. "Are you sure you can dance?" he asked. "I'm a bit wobbly," confessed the youngster. "I'm sorry." "That's okay; we can leave the dancing for another time - perhaps when we have your costume ready." "A costume? I get a costume too?" asked the excited girl, unconsciously taking another puff on the joint. "Of course you do - we'll have to get it made to your size of course and that might take a day or two." "Made just for me? I feel like a star already," gushed the youngster, feeling slightly dazed from the effect of the weed. "You are a star. That's why I want you so much for the role - you're just so perfect for it." The drug and the cunning teacher's hypnotic voice flattering and feeding her self-esteem were having the effect of exciting the naïve little girl as well as mellowing her fears about the role. She was trying so hard to treat this seriously but for reasons she didn't understand, nothing seemed to be very serious or important at the moment. She was suddenly confident that whatever difficulties there might be, she would be able to make it work. She was certain that there was nothing she couldn't do to make things right. "The only problem I am having is your shyness and inability to relax enough to love a man with a donkey's head," said Dr. Johnson shaking his head sadly. Dr. Johnson put a comforting arm round the young girl's shoulder and pulled her gently towards him. She relaxed and allowed him to hold her close, not minding or even really noticing that his fingers were stroking her arm again. If anything, the gentle caress was soothing but she was still worried that she could lose her big opportunity and more importantly, she was desperate not to disappoint her teacher. "What can I do?" she moaned. "I don't want to spoil your beautiful play and I really do want to be Titania." "Well, if you want it that badly, perhaps I can help if you'll let me. It's up to you of course and you must never tell anyone I helped you because that would be unfair and against all the rules." Maddie couldn't understand why it would be against the rules for her teacher to help and teach her something - wasn't that his job? But she decided to play it off. "I see," said Maddie as without thinking about it, she took another puff on the joint. "So you know what's right and what's wrong, don't you?" he prompted her. "I think so," the twelve year old said softly, not at all sure about anything at all anymore with the effects of the marijuana coursing through her veins. "The secret is to become Titania. Forget about Maddie - forget everything except the life you have as Titania. You must feel her feelings, including her love for Bottom." "I'm sure I can do that now," said Maddie excitedly. "I can be Titania..." "And kissing Bottom, an ugly stupid man with the head of a donkey? Are you sure you can do that?" "Titania can do it and I'm Titania," answered the young girl, knowing, from the encouraging smile on her teacher's face that she had finally said the right thing. "Very good!" praised her teacher. "Now we can get on and see if you really can be Titania." "But how can we do that?" asked the gullible child. "Michael has gone home for the day." "But I'm still here. If you really want to play the part of Titania, you need to show me that you can become Titania." "I can, I really can," said Maddie, certain now that she could do it and anxious to convince her teacher. "Well, if you're really sure, I'll let you practice with me." "But you're my teacher - I'm sure you aren't supposed to kiss me." Dr. Johnson shrugged. "It's ACTING not real kissing - you have to stop focusing so much on one little part of the action. You're right though - I'm not supposed to kiss any student even if it is only acting and it would be even worse if anyone knew I kissed a twelve year old student. I want you to play the part of Titania so much I'm willing to take the risk to help you out but you can never tell anyone I helped you." "But you’re much older than me," she said. "It's acting, remember? I mean it's not as if either of us will enjoy it, now is it?" "I suppose not," whispered the youngster as she drew heavily on the last of the joint and dropped the butt on the floor. "But if we don't enjoy it, how can it seem real?" "Well done!" praised the crafty teacher. "You've just summed up the whole point of method acting. We won't enjoy kissing each other and, as you rightly pointed out, we shouldn't even be doing it - but it won't be us kissing, it'll be Bottom and Titania. Do you see that now?" "I think so," said Maddie nervously. ACT III- Camera in Place: Action! "Okay, let me reposition the camera and we'll practice down here on the couch instead of that hard dirty floor onstage - sound okay to you?" The confused youngster nodded but she wasn't at all sure what she had agreed to. She soon found out when Dr. Johnson returned from positioning the camera and sat back down next to her. He put his arm back around the drug puzzled child and turned her to face him. "Right, this is what I want you to do. Forget about the kissing and everything else that's worrying you. We aren't going to kiss until I'm sure you're ready, okay?" Maddie nodded; silently relieved that kissing her teacher had been postponed, even if only for a while. A small voice in head was insisting that kissing a teacher would not be such a bad thing - especially a teacher whose eyes and voice made her shiver in places that they probably shouldn't. "I want you to focus everything you've got on what the scene is really all about," said the teacher smoothly. "It isn't about kissing or anything like that. It's all about how the love potion makes Titania fall in love with the most unlikely person in the whole world. I want you to think about how much you love me..." "B-but I don't love you!" protested Maddie and then added in a puzzled tone, "Do I?" "No, not you - but you are Titania now and Titania loves me with all her heart. The potion makes Titania fall in love with the first person she sees and that just happens to be Bottom, who just happens to be played by me at the moment - it could just as easily be Michael or anyone else. I want you to really become Titania while you're playing the part. Do you understand?" Maddie nodded but she was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything with the effects of the drug coursing through her veins and Dr. Johnson's hypnotic eyes gazing at her as if he knew all her secret feelings. "So just think hard about how much you would love me if you were Titania and you had that love potion in your eyes - you need to be Titania and imagine how she must be feeling. Feel what Titania feels and say what Titania would say to the love of her life. It might help if you say it at first without doing anything." "Say what?" asked Maddie nervously. "Say the words. Let Titania speak her feelings through you. Imagine you're Titania, the most beautiful and passionate of all the fairies. Imagine how she feels when she sets eyes on the love of her life. Forget the play and the script - let Titania speak through you and tell me how she feels. Release the passion in her heart and loins for the man she desires more than anything in the world. Allow Titania to say how much she loves me." The dazed youngster tried hard to focus on being Titania. She imagined the splendid costume that would be made to her measurements and how it would look on her when she stepped out onto the stage. She would be the queen of the fairies and everyone would be looking at her but they would all see Titania because that is who she would be. That made it all okay surely - it wouldn't be her saying the words and feeling the emotions but Titania. It would be Titania who was madly in love with Bottom and kissing him, not Maddie. The effects of the marijuana and the hypnotic tone of Dr. Johnson's voice reinforced the mood, persuading the impressionable young girl to lose herself in the role of Titania, the play was gradually forgotten and the words in her script meant nothing compared to the love that Titania felt for this strong handsome man and without thinking about it, the words and feelings just tumbled from her mouth. "I love you, my handsome prince," she gushed as the role took over her fuddled mind and she became Titania, the queen of the fairies. "Fair queen," replied Dr. Johnson. His face so close to the young girl's that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek, his hypnotic voice in her ear. "How can you be so cruel to mock me thus? I am no prince. I am but a common man, a plain and ugly man, never deserving of the love of one as fair and beautiful as you." "But I tell you it is true, my dear sweet handsome man - I love you with all my heart and wish with all my heart you would not doubt me." "I cannot help but doubt your sweet and charming words because they are but words and words can deceive so easily and hurt so cruelly." "Think you so little of me that I would try to deceive my love so carelessly. Must I show the proof of my love for you?" "What proof can you show to one such as me? More cruel mockery from those sweet lips, perhaps?" "My lips do not mock you sweet sir. If you will not trust my words of love then allow my lips to prove my love for you without words. Just one kiss from these lips will prove my love for you." Something in the young girl's mind realized dimly that she had crossed an invisible barrier by moving from words of love and translating those words into an offer of physical reality but she paid no attention to the vague warning in her head. Over-riding every thought in her brain was the passion that Titania felt from this man and her desperate need to show her love was true. Titania had to prove her love and she had to kiss this man, this object of her desire and of her unbridled lust. She realized that she wanted to kiss him, needed to kiss him... Her soft lips pressed childishly to Dr. Johnson's in a timid, chaste kiss. It was an innocent enough kiss, if a teen child kissing her middle aged teacher on the mouth could be described as innocent, but it was still sufficient to make her heart beat harder and faster. Dr. Johnson took the opportunity to press his lips more firmly to the naïve youngster's, his large hairy hands sliding along the smooth delicate skin of the child's slender arms, stroking and caressing the almost baby soft surface of her shoulders. "You say you love me, fair queen and your kiss is certainly sweet and charming but not convincing. It is the kiss of a child, and not that of a queen whose heart you claim is filled with passion. Open your lips to me as a lover should and show me your words of love are true." Maddie did not hesitate. Suddenly the most important thing in her life was to prove Titania's love for the man who was holding her so closely. Her soft lips parted and Dr. Johnson's tongue flickered between them with the speed of a rattle snake. For a brief moment the young girl felt a flutter of a thought that she ought not to be doing this but the thought was lost as she reminded herself that it was not Maddie but Titania who was allowing the much older man to kiss her this way. It was Titania who yearned to feel her lover's lips on hers - Titania's tiny breast that the man's hand was suddenly caressing lightly - Titania whose nipples were reacting to that subtle touch by stiffening and tingling. It was Titania who was responding by pushing her sensitive budding breast hard into Dr. Johnson's cupped hand - a hand which responded by holding and squeezing her delicate mounds. Dr. Johnson could scarcely believe his luck. He had spent the previous night fantasizing and masturbating to his mental images of this most perfectly formed girl. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined he would be in the position of having his tongue probing the warm inside of her sweet innocent mouth or his big meaty paw holding and squeezing her tiny breasts. So beautiful, so perfect - he wanted to love her and for her to love him in return even though he knew beyond doubt that anything he did with the girl would corrupt and destroy the very innocence which made her so irresistible. He wanted her innocence and her sweet, young body. He wanted her complete submission when the time came to fuck her. Desperation and lust for the child overcame his natural caution as he took her delicate hand in his. There were no objections or signs of resistance from the young girl as he guided her hand to rest on the outline of his swollen cock beneath his trousers. For a brief moment he felt the child's tiny body tense and stiffen against him. Then her soft lips pressed a little more urgently against his adult mouth and her tiny hand moved with tentative curiosity, investigating the length and thickness of his urgent erection. His erection was throbbing painfully inside his trousers and he wondered how the spell-bound child would react if he opened his fly and exposed his engorged cock to her. Would she snap out of her trance and scream bloody murder or would she, as he had fantasized, take hold of his throbbing shaft and jerk him off to a massive orgasm? "Titania, my love," he breathed into the child's innocent mouth, building and maintaining the illusion of their characters in the play. "You are truly the queen of the fairies and of my heart." He felt the small delicate hand tighten and grip his throbbing penis as the girl's lips tightened on his thick tongue, sucking it deeper into her mouth. The sensation was electric and he tried to imagine how much more explosive it would feel if it was his swollen cock inside her mouth instead of his tongue. The delicacy and sweet softness of her interior was something he could never have imagined and was something he could scarcely believe he was experiencing. The naïve girl whimpered softly as Dr. Johnson's hand tightened its hold on her small firm breast and her hand squeezed harder on his erection, threatening to make him come before he had the chance to open his zipper and expose his naked flesh to the touch of the youngster's delicate fingers. Act IV- The Dream Leads to the Climax Suddenly a strange ethereal dream crept upon her, enveloping her in a soft, hazy mist of unreality. She was standing in the cloud of mist, trying to make sense of it. There was someone else there with her but she couldn't see who it was. Then the fog began to thin and she saw a familiar face, with a confident masculine smile - it was him, Dr. Johnson. Maddie trembled and stirred inside her dream. The smoke from the second rolled joint he was puffing curled and clouded, forming the mist which enveloped the scene. Slowly the dream unfolded and she began to understand why the teacher was smiling. She was standing in front of him and he was looking at her. She was holding a T-shirt in her hand, the big purple one she'd purchased recently at the store to sleep in. She had no idea why she was no longer wearing it, but she felt vulnerable, being with him again, dressed in only her bedtime panties with her small naked breasts open to his gaze. The fog thinned a little more and the dream changed with a jump cut. The man was sitting in a big armchair in front of her, watching her carefully, studying her as he drew heavily on the joint. She struggled to escape from the strange dream. The fog thickened slightly for a moment, but then it lifted again. She didn't recall having moved but she was standing in front of him. His hands were reaching for her. She whimpered helplessly as she felt his fingers touch her waist and then her hips, finding the waistband of her panties. She knew he was going to remove her panties. She wanted desperately to stop it from happening, but her arms and her hands wouldn't move. She could only watch helplessly as he slowly peeled her little panties over the taut rounded globes of her pert bottom and hips, sliding them down her thighs. She was completely defenseless, locked in her dream with an adult man, her teacher - and he had stripped her naked. The fog swirled enveloping her but then once again it cleared. "Don’t worry . . . We won't be interrupted," whispered Dr. Johnson as he kissed and nibbled at her sensitive ear lobe. "I won't ever force you to do anything, my queen you don’t want to," he assured her. "But I want you to be sure that you want to do this." She didn't look at all sure but she nodded her head hesitantly. Looking downwards, she said: "It's my fault that it's all stiff," she said nervously looking at the bulge in his pants. "Just don't get cross if I do it wrong," she said. "I won't be cross, whatever you do my love, I promise I will truly enjoy." "Okay," she nodded, "but you'll have to tell me what to do?" "Well, we have to get it out first, don't we?" "Okay, umm... you want me to do that?" she asked hesitantly, clearly hoping that he would decline the offer. He suddenly realized that Maddie's mind hadn't really contemplated the reality of her impulsive offer. Her child's mind simply didn't have the experience to think ahead or imagine what was actually involved in his next wicked fantasy. "It'd be nicer if you do," he said softly, "but I'll do it if you prefer." "It's okay, I can manage," she said bravely as she turned her body and wriggled down from the couch so that she was kneeling eagerly awaiting to see the swell in Dr. Johnson’s pants. He felt her little fingers fumbling with his belt and he almost came on the spot as his eager cock pulsed with renewed anticipation. She was suddenly all business as she struggled patiently with the belt buckle for a few moments and then he heard a small satisfied exclamation of accomplishment as she finally managed to release the buckle. There was a moment's hesitation and then she popped open the button at his waist. He didn't know whether she was acting as herself in the real world or still trying her best to play the part of Titania. She was breathing heavily now, her little hands trembling, her tiny fingers hovering indecisively over the tab of his zipper. She looked briefly up at him, panic and uncertainty displayed vividly in her wide eyes. "You want me to do it for you my love?" he said trying to remain in his role and also trying to help her surmount her fear. Maddie shook her head. "Okay, just take your time," he said gently. "Just pull the tab and unzip me." "I can't," she replied nervously. "Yes you can," he insisted. "I know that you must be nervous but you can do it, especially if you want to play this role in MY play." He watched as the young girl pursed her lips tightly and narrowed her eyes in concentration, trying to find the courage to take the last step and display his shaft. She took a deep breath, filling her tiny lungs and made a decision. She reached tentatively to find the tab of his zipper and gripped it between her fingers and thumb. He watched as, (with her tongue held firmly between her lips) she slowly tugged it downwards, gradually easing his zipper open. She paused with his zipper only halfway open . . . her little hand now shaking badly and her breath coming in short shallow gasps. "That's it, sweetheart," he whispered encouragingly. "Just a little more now. Pull it ALL the way down." She clamped her lower lip between her teeth, turning her lip white from where she was biting so hard on it and, with a sudden burst of courage; she jerked his zipper all the way down. The back of her fingers grazed his pulsing erection, through the material of his underpants, as her little hand jerked his zipper down and he wasn't able to stifle the groan of mixed pleasure and frustration. She pulled her hands back and looked at her teacher fearfully. "Did I hurt you?" "No, my darling Titania, you didn't hurt me," he groaned. "It just felt really good when your fingers touched my COCK." She stretched out her hand and stared at her little fingers, puzzled. She hadn't even been aware that she'd brushed against his shaft. She tentatively reached down and lightly touched the swelling beneath his underpants. His cock jerked visibly and he groaned loudly. "Oh Wow!" she breathed softly. "If it does that when I just touch it . . . what's gonna happen when I wank you?" she said not knowing where she had learned that language or why she was even saying it. "I'll probably moan and groan a lot and eventually I'll cum." "Come? Come where?" "Haven’t you ever finished off a boy or man before? We usually dribble a little bit first, but then we launch our huge loads. When I finish or cum . . . my thing, my COCK will do the same except it won't be dribbling that’s for sure." He heard her draw a sudden quick breath and she repeated, "Cock? Is that what you call it?" He nodded. "Cock," she repeated, tasting the word, savoring it on her tongue. "Why won't it dribble?" she asked. “Because a certain very sexy and beautiful girl has made it so excited and hard that it'll probably spurt all over the place," he explained. He realized he should probably have phrased that a little better or maybe not even told her at all, because her little face screwed up in an expression of disgust and she muttered, "Eww, that's gross”, she said but then reassuring herself she said, "But I am sure Titania wouldn't be surprised by it. What do I do now?" she whispered. "Pull my underpants down over my COCK to let it out," he gasped. "Oh my God," she breathed softly, "I don't know if I can." "If you want the part in the play, you will not delay any longer!" he warned. "Just do it!" She jumped, startled by the tone of his voice. He thought for a moment that she would rebel and refuse to do it but she was still high from smoking the joint and conditioned to doing as she was told especially when that adult was stern and ordered her to do something in a voice that didn't sound as if it could be argued with. Something deep inside her went onto automatic as her little hands reached for the elasticated waist of his underpants. He gasped as her little fingers curled under the waistband and gripped it tightly. She ignored his reaction and tugged the stretchy fabric over his swollen cock to release his now impatient erection. She recoiled, startled, as his engorged shaft escaped its confinement and flipped out, pointing its swollen head and full length straight at her. He thought, for a moment, that she was going to faint as she froze and her eyes closed protectively. He didn't think that he was especially “well endowed” in the genital department but nothing that the girl had ever seen before had prepared her for this. He reached down and stroked her hair gently, trying to calm her. "Stay in your role, sweetheart”, he whispered soothingly. ""Open your eyes and have a look at it. I know it's a bit scary but it can't hurt you. In fact it likes you and that is why it is so HARD." He felt her tiny body tremble as she swallowed nervously, taking deep breaths, trying to summon her courage and calm herself. She opened her eyes slowly to see his engorged cock bobbing gently in front of her face. He didn't want to allow her time to panic or retreat. She whimpered submissively as he took her limp wrist and holding it firmly guided her trembling hand to his throbbing cock. He suppressed the moan of pleasure that threatened to spill from his lips as her cool fingers brushed the surface of his naked shaft flesh for the first time. Unresisting, she allowed him to curl her fingers around his penis, wrapping as much of his thickness in her tiny hand as it could hold. He held her hand in place around his cock and began to move it slowly up and down. "There," he breathed softly, "it isn't so bad, is it my Titania?” She looked up at him with a nervous smile and shook her head. "Feels funny," she said in soft voice, lowering her gaze to where her hand was holding his cock. "What feels funny?" he asked gently. "My cock feels funny or you do?" "Both," she giggled nervously, her gaze never shifting from where her little hand was wrapped around his shaft, slowly jerking him off. "It feels hard inside but soft and hot on the outside - and it makes me feel funny inside." "It's okay," I said soothingly, "you're still a bit nervous, that's only natural." "No, not that kind of funny - a sort of tingly feeling in my tummy, 'cept it isn't in my tummy." "Lower down than that?" he suggested gently. She bit her lower lip and nodded. "You mean that it makes your little pussy feel all tingly?" She gasped and blushed. She obviously knew the word but she'd never heard an adult use it so boldly and directly, and certainly never in reference to her own young vagina. Her wide eyed gaze never left his cock for a moment. It was as if she was still completely overwhelmed by the appearance of the first adult cock she had ever seen. He continued to grip her little hand, slowly pulling it up and down, sliding the skin up his swollen shaft and then pushing slowly back down again. "Think you can do that without me?" he whispered gently. "It'd look a bit silly if I was doing it without you," she giggled, a little of the old Maddie (before smoking the joint) bubbling back to the surface as her confidence slowly returned. He was astonished at her resilience, at the way she had managed to adjust to what was happening. Her little hand which, until now, had held nothing more frightening than an ice-cream cone was wrapped around the hard pulsing flesh of a grown man's cock and she was eagerly masturbating him. He lifted his fingers from hers releasing her hand. She continued to pump him slowly and surely, without any hesitation. "That's it," Dr. Johnson encouraged her, "Just . . . like . . . that." She smiled and her little tongue came out to wet her lips as her hand moved steadily up and down his shaft. He could hardly believe this was happening. He had a young girl on her knees in an empty auditorium and she had her little hand wrapped firmly around his erect cock pumping him and she was giving every appearance of enjoying what she was doing. Her mouth was open now, her moist lips slack and her eyes half closed as her breath came in deep gasps. It was obvious that she wasn't just enjoying it - she was actually getting aroused by the sight and feel of the first hard cock that she had ever held in her hand. "Still tingling?" he asked softly as he moved his hand down from her shoulder and gently covering her teen breast. She nodded, "It's getting stronger," she gasped softly. His hand moved a fraction of an inch, stroking her stiff nipple that was poking out the front of her blouse. "Inside you?" "Ye-es," "Inside your pussy?" She nodded, sucking her lip between her teeth and releasing it again. She was still showing signs of embarrassment at his use of the word. But there was something else too. It was as if his awareness of her moist pussy and his reference to it in a sexual manner, was increasing her own awareness, focusing some of her attention on the feelings that her young body was generating in that area. He moved his hand a little more so that now he was cupping and fondling her tittie. He began making small circles on her breast, slowly, very slowly concentrating his efforts on both erect nipples. Leisurely he placed his thumb on the tip and then let each forefinger slowly and gently pinch her buds, making her whole body shiver with excitement. Her grip on his cock tightened slightly and she softly moaned as his fingers began to magically fondle her young breasts. Keeping up his attention on one nipple, he allowed his other hand to slowly unbutton the top of her blouse. Maddie continued to grip her teacher’s cock but she soon realized he had . . . although somewhat awkwardly . . . unbuttoned ALL of the buttons on her top. Hearing no complaints from the young girl, he grasped both sides of her blouse and opened it up so that her hidden conical treasures were now on display. The girls’ breath began to almost pant as she felt her teacher cup and fondle her naked breasts. No person had done this before to her, and she knew she should stop his obvious attempts at seduction, but quite frankly with the buzz she was enjoying, she had no intentions of doing so. “Titania my love, come up and sit beside me and shed your top so that I can enjoy looking at those young breasts that have been hidden so long. The fairies will be here soon, but I want to bring us both to a well-earned climax.” She knew he was just trying to make up lines from the play to match what he was doing, but she was getting so hot at that point that she followed his commands. Maddie momentarily let go of his stiff cock, stood up, slipped off her top and sat back down right next to him. Her naked apple-like titties were perfect in shape and their pink nipples were now as erect as the man’s cock she was sitting next to. “Oberon my sweet,” she said following his lead at making up lines, “Should I capture this COCK of yours in my hand again and bring you off?” Yes my love and that is my goal for you as well my exquisite little flower,” he said now recapturing both her breasts in his hands. The stiffness of her buds caused him to go one step further as he leaned forward and captured her closest rigid nipple in his mouth. As he began to make love to her bud, the young girl had once again found his cock and began to wank on it. Feeling her fingers back in place on his naked shaft, he realized the last few minutes had been so shameless for him that he felt he was now entering heaven. He continued to lick and suck her breasts for the next several minutes. Around and around he lathered her nipple with his slippery tongue. At the same time, his fingers had found the same open baggy leg of her shorts as before, and he gradually moved his fingertips deeper inside until he found the leg hole of her panties. Maddie was trying her best to concentrate on masturbating her teacher, but once his fingers entered the private intersection between her legs . . . she closed her eyes in lewd anticipation. “Do you still feel that tingling, my love,” he asked as his fingers now crept under the closest leg hole and gently worked their way to her moist epicenter. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yes my Oberon. That feels soooooo awesome!” “Then you will like this even more Titania,” and soon his middle finger began working its way into her slippery lips. Mimicking his waiting cock, he continued to move one and then two fingers in and out of her aching and itching hole. Utilizing his experience he was soon concentrating on her clit as he began to rub her hot spot back and forth and up and down, not knowing exactly which way she liked best. The shivers were now almost constant as Maddie’s body began to shake with her climax. Dr. Johnson continued to finger fuck the young girl as she moaned her satisfaction. After several minutes he said: “That is what happens when you follow that “tingling”, my Titania and my directions. I look forward to doing that many more times as we get to know each other better. But it’s time for you to finish what you started in my pants. Did you enjoy what I did to your titties with my lips and mouth?” he asked tentatively. “That was the BEST that my little titties . . . AND body have EVER felt,” she volunteered. “Well . . . now . . . that is what you are going to do to my COCK in your lovely hand. I want you to lean over . . . lick the tip of my shaft and make it all slippery. As you may know, this is how Titania satisfies her king so no objections, just DO what I ask!” His command was sudden but still feeling the satisfaction of her recent orgasm; she did not hesitate to follow his orders. He looked down at the young girl. She had her head off to the side so that he could watch her tongue and lips begin to cover his cock head with her slippery spit. Holding his shaft at the base she continued to lather up the length of his rod with her juices until soon it was all slippery. “Keep holding my organ like that Titania and carefully moving those pretty pink lips OVER your teeth, I want you to SUCK MY COCK!” The girl had heard the words before, but now she found herself eagerly moving her mouth and lips over her teacher’s shaft in an up and down almost bobbing fashion. He allowed her to continue with her actions for a few seconds more, but then finally moaned out the following: “I am going to shoot my hot cum my sweet. Drink and swallow the first few shots in your mouth and then I want to watch you spray those pretty breasts of yours with the rest of it!” Maddie then felt him begin to buck his hips and soon the first rope of cum erupted inside her mouth, followed quickly by a second. Not believing the force of his ejaculation she yanked the belching cock out of her mouth, spraying her face and lips along the way and aimed the next several loads at her developing breasts. Dr. Johnson watched with squinted eyes as Maddie’s young tits and chest were soon coated with his slimy semen. Slowly his spurts began to slow down until finally they stopped. Curious about the consistency of his cum, Maddie opened her hand and began to rub his love juice all over her naked breasts. “So do I get the part . . . Dr. Johnson?” she asked hopefully, letting his cum curds gather across her stiff nipples. “You just about have your part down Maddie. One or two more sessions like this . . . should bring you up to speed to play the role of Titania.”

I am a published author who has not always been able to write EXACTLY what I want. Some things are not "acceptable" for publication, and therefore I am grateful there is a site such as this. I realize the story may be lengthy and chapter one does not contain a whole lot of sexual ccontent, but please keep reading, it will definately get steamy... What happens under the covers…stays under the covers… “This will surely go down in the record books as the storm of the century.” The meteorologist’s voice bellowed from the 32 inch flat TV screen. That was the last thing Sarah Sheldon heard before the lights flickered, once…twice, and then everything went dark. Her body stiffened, paralyzed by her fear of storms. “Shit!” she shrieked. “Daddy…? The power’s out!” Of course he would have already figured that one out for himself, but Sarah had been afraid of storms for as long as she could remember and the idea of sitting alone, staring at nothing but darkness, made her petite body shiver with fear. Or was that because along with the lights, the heat had been instantly severed by the blustery weather as well? She reached for the throw blanket draped across the back of the couch and wrapped it around herself until just her face was sticking out of the soft fleece. “Daddy!” she yelled again. “I’m right here, sweetheart.” Sarah couldn’t see him, only the dim beam of light shooting out from the flashlight he held in one hand, which was quickly consuming its last bit of battery power and looked as those it would die at any second, but his deep, soothing voice resonated from somewhere in the curtain of darkness behind her and instantly eased some of the tension that had coiled itself deep inside her. She hated storms. It was her subconscious mind reminding her of the fiery havoc Mother Nature could injuriously inflict upon them at a moments notice. Just as she had done all those years ago when her own mother had been forced to veer off the road to avoid hitting a fallen tree, only to find herself face to face with another much larger, more menacing trunk that she had no hopes of avoiding. It had been the effects of an angry hurricane that had stolen her mother from her that night eight years ago. Her mother, Danielle, had been alone, on her way home from a double shift at the hospital, braving the heavy, vision impairing rain and blustery winds, while a much younger Sarah and her father waited for her at home. In Sarah’s eyes, all storms had the capability of causing the same heart-wrenching devastation, even this one. The power suddenly going out was proof that this was a storm to be reckoned with too. She heard her father’s heavy footsteps as he crossed the room. Her eyes were slowly beginning to adjust to the eerie darkness and the puny beam of light her father carried made it possible to just make out his large silhouette as he stopped in front of the bay window and drew back the curtain. “Looks like everybody is without power.” Michael Sheldon stated calmly. The streets were vacant except for the occasional car that dared to brave the monumental blizzard despite the cute weatherman’s continuous warnings to stay off the treacherous roads. Sarah had been alone, so totally entranced the handsome face and beaming smile on the TV screen that she had become temporarily distracted from her fears. Her body had felt warm and tingly with a sudden, indescribable dampness formulating between her thighs. Her erotic musings had been shattered instantly, however, by the sudden darkness that had engulfed her and its crude reminder of what was going on outside. As a slow moving vehicle crept passed their house, Michael could see just how bad the storm had gotten as the car’s headlights illuminated the heavy snowfall that was quickly transforming their quiet neighborhood into a dangerous blanket of white. He hated storms, perhaps just as much as his young daughter did. The painful memories that always managed to surface during a time like this left him cold and trembling, and it wasn’t due to the temperature. He had lost half of his soul that night eight years ago as his beautiful wife, his best friend and mother to their only child, fought exhaustion to get home to them after covering a shift for a co- worker who was unable to make it in because of the storm. Dani had refused to listen when Michael had asked her to stay put, wait out the storm in one of the staff bunkrooms. She had wanted to be home with her family and so ignored his warnings. Now she was lost to him forever. The pain was sometimes just as raw as if it had happened only yesterday, yet Michael had somehow managed to put the pieces of their shattered life back together. For the sake of his daughter, Dani’s daughter, he had no choice, he couldn‘t fail either one of them. Being a single father wasn’t always easy, however. A social life was virtually nonexistent when you have a small life depending on you every second of the day. At least that’s what Michael had repeatedly told himself over the years. Sarah is a teenager now, a beautiful, spirited young lady who willingly takes a great deal of the workload off of his own tired shoulders, leaving him plenty of time for dating, but Michael often chooses not to. Sarah has become his entire world now that her mother is gone and being with her is what makes him happy, keeps him going when he recalls how life has disappointed him. “Do you think the power will be off for long, Daddy” Sarah asked, a shiver trailing up the length of her spine. His daughter’s voice sounded so small coming from the other side of the room and although Michael could barely see her, he didn’t miss the fear that laced her concerned words. Although she would be turning 16 next month, it was sometimes hard not to think of her as his little girl. While other times, when she walked through the house in just a T-shirt and tiny pair of panties, just like she was wearing tonight and every other night before bed, he would find himself taking note of all the wonderful changes that has taken shape in his young daughter’s body. Her breast, although not overly large, appeared high and perky with perfectly taut nipples that would often press against the thin fabric of her shirt whenever she was cold, which seemed to be quite often lately. Her ass was perfectly rounded, not too big, not to small. Just the way he likes it. The way he likes it? Why should it matter if his daughter has an ass that he likes? It doesn’t matter; Michael reminded himself quickly, she’s my daughter. She looks more and more like her mother everyday. That’s the only reason he assesses her beauty, takes careful note of the vibrant green eyes that sit in her perfect, heart shaped face and … the sexy little body that she does little to conceal while walking around in front of him. Sexy? Was Sarah, his baby girl… sexy? The same child who had refused to let him out of her sight for almost two years following her mother‘s death, gripped by the fear that if he left the house he might never come back, just as she had done. The same fragile youth who oftentimes woke up screaming in the middle of the night, even now, as another nightmare shatters her peaceful slumber. The same selfless young woman who spends little time doing the things that teenagers normally do, and more time taking care of his needs. That Sarah? Was she sexy? Hell yeah, he reluctantly admitted to himself. Since Dani’s death he has always seen Sarah as the sweet, fragile daughter who craves her father’s love and protection, and Michael has been all to happy to give her his complete devotion, but was it possible that his innocent little girl has grown up? That while he fought against the pain, refusing to let go of his dead wife‘s ghost, Sarah has come to need him less and less? Was it possible she no longer needed him as much as he needed her? The thought was daunting. After all, the old Sarah would have climbed onto his lap and clung fiercely to his shirtfront the minute the first light flickered, but the new, older Sarah, was still perched on the sofa, silently enduring the darkness. Michael stared at her for several long minutes. For as long as he could remember it has been just him and Sarah. Camping, fishing, weekend dinner dates and movie tickets, everything they did, they did together. Occasionally Michael would chastise himself for monopolizing too much of his teenaged daughter’s time, just to ease his own loneliness, and would force himself to go out on a date, but it usually didn’t amount to anything more than a friendly dinner and a peck on the cheek at the end of the night. He would always promise to call them, but then he rarely ever did. He could probably count the number of times he has had sex, since his wife’s death, on one hand. Of course that doesn’t include the routine jack off sessions his body requires just to achieve a moment of peace, contentment that would last long enough to overlay the haunting memories that made it impossible to fall asleep. He needs a woman in his bed, and not just for sex. The loneliness that consumes his nights was, at times, unbearable. He misses the closeness that he used to share with Dani, her soft voice being the last thing he heard before closing his eyes. None of the women he dated seemed good enough to meet his Sarah. She was so precious to him, so sweet and innocent. He loved being with her, loved making her smile. She had a beautiful smile, perfect white teeth and soft, red lips, the kind that looked as though they would feel and taste amazing. Taste amazing? What the fuck? “Daddy I’m c-cold.” Michael brushed away the disturbing image of him kissing Sarah in a way that was anything but fatherly and rushed over to where his little girl sat shivering on the sofa. He really needed to consider getting laid. He slid beneath the blanket and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his large body. His hands rubbed briskly up and down her arms, over her back, attempting to warm her delicate flesh. She snuggled against him, sighing happily as she soaked up the heat that radiated from his body. “You smell so good, Daddy.” she whispered as she inhaled deeply. Her small hand mindlessly slid inside and up the front of his sweatshirt and lightly stroked the thin patch of hair that covered his hard chest, wanting desperately to crawl inside his skin and be consumed by his warmth. Her father was only 34 and his youthfulness showed in his strong, well maintained physique. She oftentimes found herself checking him out while he mowed the grass in just a pair of shorts, sweat coating every tight inch of his impressive chest and shoulders. Or when the two of them would go camping, forced to endure the close confinement of their four person tent, Sarah, who was supposed to have her back turned to allow him some privacy, would sneak a peek at his firm backside and thick, muscular legs while he changed into his pajamas. That was the first time Sarah had felt the unmistakable dampness that coated her inner thighs and the arousing warmth that fluttered in the pit of her stomach. Since that day she has made it her mission to catch her father unaware, to see his hard naked flesh. The thought disturbed her at first, but her teenaged curiosity soon won out and she accepted the inevitable, she was attracted to her own dad. The feel of Sarah’s fingers, caressing him in a way that was almost intimate sent a mass of tingles straight to his groin. Michael felt his cock twitching beneath his tight jeans. Anger and disgust rose up inside him, sickened by the thought that his body would betray him like this. Michael pushed her hands away and abruptly stood up. His heart was pounding fiercely in his chest as an unwanted wave of desire flowed through him once again. No… No way! Desire and Sarah were two words that did not belong in the same thought! Michael stalked off to the kitchen to fetch a beer. He needed to be alone. He snatched the matches off the back of the stove and lit the two small candles that sat on the table, then turned and opened the refrigerator. Just as he popped the top of his beer can and took one long, deep swallow, Sarah came into the room. He could barely make out her petite figure, standing in the dimly lit doorway, wrapped up tighter than a Christmas gift beneath the blanket. The vision would have been comical if not for the hurt look in his daughter’s eyes. “I’m going to bed now.” Was all that she said before quickly turning and rushing from the room. No hug? No kiss? It had been their nightly routine since Sarah was just out of diapers, but tonight, she had looked dejected and sad as she walked away without offering either one. Michael was shocked by how disappointed he felt. He enjoyed the feel of her soft lips as they caressed his cheek while she held him tight up against her budding breasts. You’re a sick man, Sheldon. Michael whispered in the empty kitchen. * * * Michael downed his beer in one last gulp, reached inside the refrigerator for another one and headed up to his own room. There was no telling when the power would be back on so he may as well get under the covers and attempt to stay warm, disappointed that his nightly jack off session would have to be without the aid of his favorite porn video, Daddy’s Love. Daddy’s Love? Of course he knew what the video was about, fathers fucking their on screen daughters, he should know he’s seen it a thousand times, but why was it that, until this very minute, he had never questioned what had motivated him to buy it? Had he subconsciously been desiring his own daughter? He already admitted to himself that he found her sexy, but did he also want to fuck her, like the men in the movie? Taking their daughter’s innocence and loving them like no father had any business doing? No, No, No! He was horny, who wouldn’t be when they only got laid 2 or 3 times a year, but he wasn’t some sick pervert who dreamt about ravishing his own daughter. Was he? No. Absolutely not! With a cold beer in one hand and a candle in the other, Michael carefully navigated his way through the dark hallway. As he neared his daughter’s door he suddenly stopped. He felt bad about the way he had pushed her away when all she had been doing was trying to soak up some much needed warmth, but if she only knew the lust-filled thoughts that had been running rampant inside his head, while she innocently touched his bare flesh, she’d understand. Not that he intended to ever tell her about the disturbing images. After grabbing an extra blanket from the hall closet and stuffing it under his arm, he quietly opened her door. The room was dark and frigid. The moon streaming through her window offered some visibility as he set his beer on the dresser and moved towards the bed. Sarah was in the fetal position, huddled beneath a mountain of blankets with just her head left uncovered. She was already asleep. Michael just stared down at her for several long seconds, absorbing the beauty of his young daughter. She was no longer a child who could be placated with simple words, he had hurt her feelings and would have to make it up to her. Tomorrow. Right now, the aching between his legs told him he needed to get far away from the cause of his incestuous thoughts, and stroke himself until every lustful image was exorcised from his brain. He gently laid the blanket atop her sleeping body and bent down to kiss the top of her head. Just as his lips were about to brush against her forehead, Sarah lifted and turned her head and his lips found hers instead. Michael was startled but didn’t immediately pull away. Her lips were just as soft as he’d imagined they would be. He moved his lips softly over hers, tentatively, teasing her with quick, innocent kisses, carefully concealing the dangerous fire this simple kiss was igniting in him. When he felt her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, and her tongue traced a path across his bottom lip, he couldn’t help parting his lips for his daughter’s gentle invasion. The first sweep of her tongue inside his mouth was like a thousand tiny firecrackers had been set off inside his pants. His cock instantly swelled and pressed painfully hard against his zipper. Michael dared to deepen the kiss, placing one hand at the nape of her neck and holding her still while he plundered her mouth like a man dying of thirst. His tongue probed deep inside her wet cavern and was met by the hungry flick of his daughter’s tongue. What the hell was he doing? This is Sarah, his baby girl, making him hornier than he had ever felt in his life, yet he was unable to pull away. He had to stop before he did something they’d both come to regret, but as Sarah continuously shoved her tongue deep inside his mouth, he was lost beneath a heavy cloud of lust. The kiss was hot, passionate, and was making his dick hard enough to pound nails with. How far was he willing to let this go before he put an end to it? He couldn’t fuck her…could he? Sarah didn’t seem to be in any hurry to end the taboo kiss. But that was all she wanted…right? She must be a virgin… right? The thought of some other man fucking his beautiful daughter sent an unexpected jolt of jealously straight to his heart. What the fuck? How could be even be considering having sex with his minor DAUGHTER? Had years of loneliness turned him into some kind of sick predator? Michael abruptly ended the kiss. He stared into Sarah’s confused eyes for a long second before pulling away. “Good night, Sweetheart.” His voice was full of pent up longing. A need that would have to remain unfulfilled. His cock was hard and weeping with disappointment, but he had to be the adult, the parent. Wasn’t it his job to protect his daughter from perverts like him? But even as he scolded himself for letting the simple kiss turn into a heated exchange of want and desire, Michael knew that when he got to bed, he would not need to watch Daddy’s Love, his mind was all to willing to conjure up its own erotic images, scenes were he touched, tasted and fucked his little girl with no care as to the consequences. Damn! He was going to burn in hell for this! Chapter two Michael downed his last beer in three quick gulps, hoping the cool liquid would help sooth the unwanted ache between his legs. It didn’t. The air in his room had turned icy with the loss of power and their only heat source, but still he tore his clothes from his body and quickly threw himself beneath the heavy quilt. He groaned as the soft material brushed against his throbbing hardness, causing a heavenly tingle to course through his lower body. His hand immediately found the unruly organ and, not caring that his straining hard-on was caused by his incestuous thoughts of his 15 year old daughter, began to stroke the engorged flesh. Michael closed his eyes, knowing that when he did images of Sarah’s lips pressed against his, her hand gently caressing his heaving chest, would assail his mind, but he no longer cared. It was all in his head, a fantasy. That couldn’t hurt anybody…right? His hand moved faster, gripping his cock with vise like precision. He could feel the steady ooze of pre-cum as it dripped like a leaky faucet from the head of his cock. Images of Sarah in her tight T shirt and tiny lace panties swam behind his eyes, making his strokes faster, his breathing harsher. Release was within his grasp. His daughter’s name fell quietly, like a gentle caress, from his lips as he threw back the covers, knowing that when he came, it would be an explosive, sticky mess. Just as he bared himself to the cool air, and felt the knowing tightness in his cum-filled balls, his bedroom door flew open. Sarah’s petite figure quickly rushed into the room. Michael had just enough time to throw the covers back over his oozing cock before Sarah slid her trembling body in beside him. “W-What are you d-doing?” Michael panted. Frustrated by the interruption and his need for completion. “I’m soooo c-cold, Daddy. Please k-keep me warm.” she shivered. Her cool skin against the side of his body was like a cold bucket of water thrown in his face. Michael instantly snapped out of his lusty trance and wrapped his arms around his daughter’s trembling body. Disgust filled his mind as he realized how close he had come to crying out his own daughter’s name while preparing to expel his heavy load. He had to stop thinking of her like that. But even as he scolded himself for his unfatherly behavior, Michael could feel small fingers entwining themselves in his chest hair, a soft yet firm thigh rested atop his bare leg, just inches from his semi-erect cock. He prayed that his innocent daughter would not feel the puddle of pre-cum that had moments ago dripped down his heavy meat and pooled in the trimmed thatch of pubic hair at the base. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? The object of his inappropriate desire was lying nestled beside him, half naked, innocently stroking his bare flesh in an attempt to share his warmth, and his cock was once again twitching with need. He knew he should push her away, but at the same time acknowledged that they needed each other for warmth. Even if that warmth was coming from the fire she was unknowingly igniting in his groin. He was an adult, he should be able to ignore it…right? Wrong! His dick seemed to have a mind of its own. As Sarah’s soft lips pressed against the side of her father’s neck she felt his body tense, yet he remained silent. Emboldened by this, Sarah planted innocent kisses along the column of his neck, breathing in his fresh, masculine scent. Sarah was inexperienced when it came to pleasuring a man, yet she had decided long ago that who better to teach her than the man she loves and trusts most in the world. All of her friends had already lost their virginity and constantly belittled her for not making the same leap into womanhood. None of the boys at school interested her in the least. She wanted a Man. She wanted Daddy. At first she had fought against her unnatural attraction, telling herself that a man as handsome and experienced as her father would never want anything sexual with his virginal daughter. She almost convinced herself to give up the absurd idea that he should be her first lover, afraid that his rejection would be humiliating and ruin the wonderful bond that they shared, but as she routinely paraded her newly obtained curves around the house, wearing very little to cover her B cup breasts and tight ass, she was once again encouraged by his reaction. She had given him a hard-on on more than one occasion. Including tonight. Sarah hadn’t missed the hard flesh that had nudged against the side of her thigh when she had boldly kissed her dad. He hadn’t pushed her away as she had feared he would, instead he temporarily lost himself in the gentle kiss. For a brief moment he had kissed her back as if he was fueled by…desire? For her or for any female flesh? Did it matter? She had laid in bed, shivering even though her blood was boiling inside her veins. She had let her mind wander down that familiar path, fantasizing about what it would feel like to have her father touch her, taste her and fuck her as no other man has ever done. The image of his bare flesh, hard and aroused, flashed in her mind and she had found herself cupping her fingers over her quivering pussy to try and ease the ache. Her fingers had moved under the waistband of her panties and rubbed briskly across her engorged clit, trying fiercely to relieve the building pressure that assaulted her body. It wasn’t enough, she needed more. She needed him. Sarah had had no choice but to pull her fingers out of her damp panties, wrap a blanket around her chilly body and head to her father’s room. As she stopped outside his bedroom door, gathering up the courage needed to seduce him, she could hear a muffled sound coming from the other side of the door. Carefully she turned the knob, knowing that her father never locked his door just incase she had one of her horrible nightmares and needed him. She quietly pushed the door open a crack. When the sounds from inside didn’t stop, she knew her presence had not yet been detected and so she pushed the door open a little further. The room was dark. She could just make out the shape of her father’s large body lying in the center of his bed, but could not make out the details of what she imagined was a magnificent body. But what she heard was enough to make her pussy tremble. Heavy breathing filled the air. She could hear the soft creaking of bed springs with every movement he made, smell the intoxicating scent of male desire and heard her name escape his lips with a breathless sigh. He was masturbating AND he was thinking of her!! Sarah felt the instant moisture that seeped from her untried pussy and soak her panties. Encouraged by the sounds of her father pleasuring himself, knowing that her timing was perfect and she would no doubt succeed with her plan, Sarah pushed the door open and stepped into the room. * * * With his daughter snuggled up against him, her soft thigh draped over his leg and her warm lips nuzzling the crook of his neck, it was hard not to let the strangled moan escape his lips. Just minutes ago he had been fantasizing about touching her, degrading himself for wondering what it would feel like to be inside her tight passage, and now…now as her soft curves were pressed firmly against him, his cock sprang to life with renewed vigor and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his fingers through her thick hair and tilting her face upwards. Their lips met for a gentle, experimental kiss. Soft at first, just a sweet brush of his lips, father’s against daughter‘s. Michael made no demands of her, just waited to gauge her reaction. When Sarah suddenly parted her lips and slid her tongue into his mouth, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, Michael couldn’t refuse. The gentle caress of lips soon turned ravenous, hungry. Passion exploded in the air around them as Michael pulled his daughter’s small body on top of him and kissed her passionately. All coherent thought left his brain, melted his conscience as he felt her wet panties slide against his rock hard flesh. The friction between her panty-covered pussy and his hot, naked cock was heaven, but the knowledge that his daughter was wet with desire…for him, nearly sent him over the edge. His hands cupped her firm ass and pulled her tight against his aching flesh. He tried to grasp at some semblance of restraint, attempted to reign in his demanding lust, and remember who it was that was making his mind swirl with need, his body ache with pent up hunger, but his sweet, sexy daughter made it nearly impossible when she began grinding her pelvis against his erection. The soft mewling sounds she made against his lips were driving him insane. Michael tried to console himself with the rationalization that perhaps if this was all they did, pleasuring each other while she still had her panties on, it would be okay. But deep down he knew, as sure as he knew the sky was blue, that he would never be satisfied until he was seated deep inside his young daughter’s body. No! I can’t violate my little girl for my own selfish pleasure. She’s a virgin AND she’s my daughter!! But before Michael could push her off of his trembling body, the dreaded words fell from her lips. “Make love to me, Daddy.” Michael’s heart nearly burst from excitement. Did he really just hear what he thought he heard? His 15 year old baby wants him to fuck her? No, she had said make love. He did love her, more than anything in the world. Would it really be so bad if he showed her that love…physically? His cock swelled to an unbelievable fullness at the sound of her soft, breathless plea. She wants him… and he wants her, more than he’s ever wanted a woman since Dani, and while her small body laid atop him, grinding her pussy against his manhood, kissing him with more passion than a 15 year has the right to display, Michael knew this was meant to be, no matter how wrong it may seem. Sarah is his lifeline, his heart and soul, and tonight…she will become his lover as well. * * * Michael’s large palms grabbed Sarah around the waist and rolled her onto her back, their lips never parting. His tongue probed deep inside her mouth, telling her without words how much he wanted her. By the time he released her lips to trail hot kisses across her face, to nibble at her earlobe, they were both breathless. Michael yanked her small T-shirt up over her head, exposing two perfectly round, firm breasts. He could see the young, creamy flesh, illuminated by the soft light of the moon that shone through his bedroom window, making him smile in appreciation. His mouth was instantly back on her heated flesh, kissing and licking its way down her neck until his tongue reached one perfectly erect nipple. He licked across the sweet nub and his daughter’s back arched up off the bed with approval. He suckled her for several minutes before moving to the other breast and repeating the same delicious treatment. She smelled so good, like vanilla and spice mixed with the scent of her arousal. He already knew she was wet as she had rubbed her soaked panty-clad crotch against his pulsing dick earlier, but when he finally moved lower on her body, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her tiny thongs and lowering them down her petite figure, he growled with hunger at the sight of her glistening wet pussy. The covers were pulled up around him, attempting to keep the chill at bay, as Michael spread his sexy daughter’s legs and settled his face between her thighs. The first gentle lap of his tongue had her whimpering with excitement. He couldn’t suppress the moan that welled up in his chest as his fingers parted her lips and he sank his tongue between the puffy folds, licking softly at her young flesh. When her ass lifted up off the bed, pushing her cunt further into his face, Michael knew his baby girl was already close to reaching that wonderful peak. Her responsiveness drove him on. He hooked his arms around her thighs, urging her back down onto the mattress as his tongue licked up and down her dripping slit. When he found her sensitive nub and sucked it into his mouth, Sarah once again bucked against his face. This time her fingers fisted in his hair and she held him to her, squirming beneath him while he licked and sucked her clit relentlessly. “OH God, Daddy!” Sarah whimpered. “I…I’m…gonna…” her sexy pants egged him on, making him lick faster, suck harder. “Don’t…s-stop…please don’t stop!!!” she begged. Stopping was the last thing on Michael’s mind. His daughter’s pussy was unlike anything he’d ever tasted. So wonderfully sweet and satisfying. He could do this all night, tongue her glistening slit while she thrashed beneath him, voicing her pleasure. Michael knew the very second it started. When her body tensed and her breathing became raspy and quick. His baby girl was about to have her first orgasm. He couldn’t wait to have her juices covering his face, sliding down his throat. He slid one finger into her wet channel, careful not to penetrate her too deeply. She was so tight, so wet. As he gently probed her vaginal walls, slowly moving his finger in and out of her, Sarah dug her fingers into his hair and screamed out her pleasure. She came so hard, and for so long, unlike anything Michael had ever seen. Her enjoyment made his cock ache to be deep inside her, adding to her pleasure, while feeling her tight inner muscles clench` around his finger. “Yes! Yes! Daddy!…” she cried. “Fuck yeah!” Michael had never heard his little girl use vulgar words like that before and the thought of her saying them for the first time while he was lapping the cum from her pussy, made him want to shoot his load onto the mattress beneath him. Her body thrashed against his, but Michael fought to hold her down. He wasn’t ready to stop licking the sweet cream that was flowing from between her legs. Every lick from his experienced tongue was like an explosion in his mouth. Michael had never been with a woman that was capable of squirting, but as he pumped his finger in and out of his daughter’s tight passage, pressing upwards to hit that sweet, erogenous spot, cum flowed from her body like a broken water pipe. Michael was all too eager to lick up every drop. He didn’t want to stop. It was like he was entranced by her taste, her moans of ecstasy, but when his torturous caresses became too much for Sarah’s incredibly sensitive flesh to bear, she gently pulled his hair and begged him to stop. Michael quickly slithered up her body until his hips rested between her thighs. His glistening lips captured hers once again and he delved deep inside her mouth, sharing with her the amazing taste that lingered on his tongue. His swollen cock rubbed against her wet pussy, making her quiver with anticipation. Sarah was the first to break the kiss. She sucked in some much needed air and stared into her father’s eyes. Her smile was ravenous as she stroked his hair, the hard muscles of his chest and then lower. Her hand slid between their bodies and for the first time she took her dad’s cock in her hand. Sarah gently caressed his throbbing meat, using the fluid oozing from the slit of his cock head to glide easily up and down his hard shaft. She had never touched a man like this before and the excitement she felt as her father moaned and arched into her caress was empowering. He was so big, so hard. Possibly 8 inches or more, and thick…Holy shit was he thick! A moment of fear washed over her as she thought about having this enormous rod deep inside her virgin body, stretching and filling her, but when her father set his lips to hers once again, gently stoking her inner fire even higher, her apprehension slowly dissipated behind a renewed cloud of lust. The pleasure he had just given her was incredible, better than she could have ever imagined. Love swelled in her heart and all she could think about was returning the favor. Sarah released her father’s cock from her hand and attempted to roll him onto his back. She wanted to taste that wonderfully hard organ, but was suddenly pushed back down onto the bed. Sarah felt a moment’s disappointment and stared at him with confusion. “I want to taste you too, daddy.” she protested. “Not this time, baby. I’m too close.” he whispered against her lips. Then she felt the head of his cock as it probed her slick entrance. “I need to be inside you.” Sarah smiled and braced herself for the first penetration. She knew it would be painful, but she trusted this man with her life. She nodded and her father slowly slid his cock into her hot channel. Just the head at first and Sarah sighed with relief when she felt no pain, just the wonderful connection of their bodies. Michael’s eyes never strayed from his daughter’s face as he slowly pushed into her body. She was so amazingly wet and TIGHT!. He only had the head of his cock inside her yet the muscles gripping his shaft already had his balls screaming for release. How would he ever hold out long enough to fill her completely? He wanted to make her cum again, feel her sweet juices gushing onto his cock as he fucked her to orgasm. “Ready?” he groaned. Sarah answered him by wrapping her legs around his waist, urging him to take her. When Michael pushed deeper she moaned. When he buried himself to the hilt, breaking through her womanly barrier, she cried out and dug her nails into his back. “Fuck!” they both shouted in unison. Michael couldn’t believe the incredible pleasure he felt at being deep inside his daughter’s tight pussy. Sarah couldn’t get passed the burning pain that his huge cock had created. She felt as though she had just been ripped in two. They both went still as their bodies adjusted to the unfamiliar sensations rippling through them. He kissed her tenderly, first her lips then her tear-stained cheeks and behind her ears, his gentleness helped to ease some of the agony caused by his painful penetration. Michael didn’t dare move for fear of hurting her further and because the pleasure was so intense his seed threatened to spill out of him at any second. He lowered his head until he was even with her breast then laved the nipple with his wet tongue causing a tiny whimper to escape her lips. He needed to keep her aroused, stoke the dwindling embers of desire that had been obscured by the pain, rekindle the fire they had created together. At this point he was so aroused by his teenaged daughter there was no way he could stop even if she asked him to. Her pussy was so hot and tight, gripping his dick like a mini vise, making him clench his teeth as he fought to remain still, remain in control. He wanted her badly, but he didn’t want to hurt her. The pain was slowly subsiding and in its place a delicious warmth and fulfillment was starting to emerge. Sarah could feel every delightfully alarming inch of his cock as it pulsed deep inside her. She knew her father was forcing himself not to move, not to hurt her any further, and his willpower was a testament to his love, their love. She rocked her hips, letting him know it was okay to move. And that’s exactly what Michael did. His long, thick cock moved painstakingly slow in and out of her body until he felt the tension drain from her trembling limbs. He watched her face transform from a look of searing pain, to instant pleasure. He smiled down at her as he increased the pace of his thrusts. He still didn’t take her as hard or as fast as he wanted to, instead, as it was her first time, he reminded himself to go slow. There would be a next time, of that he was certain. She felt too good to not have over and over again. “Does that feel good, Baby?” Michael whispered into her ear. “Oh Yes, Daddy. It feels amazing.” she sighed. “Faster, Daddy. Please.” Michael picked up the tempo of their love making, thrusting into Sarah’s tight cunt again and again. He would pull his thick cock back until it was almost all the way out of her clenching wetness before plunging back in again, deeper with each thrust, his bulbous head rubbing repeatedly against that special spot buried deep within her tunnel. Sarah was panting and clawing at his back. The same tingling sensation that she had felt when her father had been eating her pussy was slowly spreading across her heated flesh, starting in her toes and moving up her body until it pooled at that wonderful bundle of nerves between her legs that was still swollen and achy. Instinct guided her fingers to that sensitive spot he had been licking earlier and she began to massage it in a gentle, circular motion. “That’s it, sweetheart. Rub your little clit for Daddy. Make yourself cum for me.” Her father hissed. His own climax was hovering a little too close for comfort. He didn’t want this to end yet, it felt too incredible. He wanted to stay inside his little girl forever, pumping in and out of her deliciously tight pussy, feeling her small body rise and fall to meet each demanding stroke of his throbbing cock, but he knew that wasn‘t going to happen. And he was right. Sarah’s fingers were moving frantically across her swollen clit, making her moan and writhe beneath him. He picked up the pace once again, anticipating the joy she would give him when she came all over his pounding cock. She did not disappoint him. With the first wave of ecstasy that passed through her petite body, Sarah’s screams filled the room and her body gushed it’s sweet nectar once again. “Ohmygod… ohmygod…Yes!” Sarah cried. “Faster!” Michael pumped in and out of her frantically, driving his cock in as far as he could get it and still wanting to be deeper. The feel of his daughter’s young pussy gripping his dick as he hammered in and out of her, the swishing sound of her sloppy cunt as her feminine juices continued to squirt from her climaxing body, was too much to handle. Michael released the restraint that had been almost nonexistent since sinking deep inside Sarah’s warmth. He came harder than he ever remembered cumming before in his life, Even with his wife his orgasms hadn‘t been this intense. “I’m cumming, Baby!” he roared. Rope after hot rope of cum shot from the head of his cock to spray the inside of her vaginal walls as he pushed one hard final thrust deep inside his little girl’s pussy. Michael shook uncontrollably as his spent body pressed Sarah into the mattress. He couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t move as wave after wave of sweet aftershocks sizzled through every nerve in his body. The last thing he remembered before sleep claimed his sated body was Sarah’s soft giggle as she said, “Damn, it got hot in here!”

CHAPTER 2 - Dad Masturbates for Lisa. After the post orgasmic bliss begins to fade from Lisa, she speaks into her father’s chest, “Dad, do you masturbate?” she ask softly. Tom pauses for a moment, but again, he’s always been honest with her. “yes honey, I masturbate too.” “Is it as good for you?” she asks curiously. “Well probably. I do enjoy it. It’s really the closest thing to sex I’ve had. Lisa lies there still thinking. “So guys don’t have clit's, right? So how to guys do it?” she asks with an almost confused tone. “Well honey, you know that men have penises. Well typically those penises get hard when they are excited. Then they can wrap there hand around it and stroke it up and down…very much like it were to going in and out of a woman’s vagina.” He tries to explain. Lisa lies there trying to contemplate this. “It gets hard cause of the blood that flows into it, right?” She asks to confirm her understanding of the sex ed course. Impressed, Tom confirms with a smile, “Yes, that’s exactly right”. Lisa now finds herself looking down at her dad’s crotch as her rests on his chest. “Are you hard now?” she asks innocently. Tom feels a bit of embarrassment. “uhm, well, yes I am” staying with his honesty philosophy. “Was that cause I masturbated in front of you or you saw my, uhm pussy?” she ask using the term most of her classmates use. Tom takes a deep breath, “Uhm well yes. I hope you’re not creped out, honey, but watching a woman masturbate has always been a particular turn on for me.” He confesses to his young daughter. “It’s OK, dad” she tells him. “Do you need to masturbate now?” she asked again innocently. “I’ll take care of it later” he tells her. Lisa lifts her head off his chest and looks into his eyes. “You can do it now. I’d like to watch. I mean, well, I don’t fully understand and I want to know. I mean like they say men squirt stuff out, the sperm when they cum, is that right?” she fires questions at him. Tom can’t help but smile, “well yes that’s true, but honey, I’m not sure it would be good…” then he hesitates and thinks. “oh geez!” he exclaims in conflict with his honesty plan. “OK, but you cannot tell a soul you saw me do this” he tells her, knowing he really has nothing to worry about. “I know dad. Most kids my age can’t talk to their parents about this either and I know a lot of people would take this as bad, but I really don’t understand all of this stuff.” She says almost pleading. “I understand sweetie. OK, I’ll masturbate for you and try to explain the male parts to you as best I can” he finally relented. A bit reluctant, Tom hesitates for a moment then finally stands up and pushes down the lounge pants. His hard cock springs out, but is not seen by Lisa until he sits back down. But then, his 7 inch cock sticks straight up from his lap. He hears Lisa gasp as she sees her first cock and glances over at her. They both smile. “So that’s hard?” she asks, now more curious than concerned. “Yes, this is a hard-on or erection.” He answers truthfully. “How hard is it?” she asks, eyes and face going from his cock to his face. “See for yourself” he offers as there are just somethings that need to be experienced rather than explained. Lisa looks at his cock for a moment, then tentatively reaches out and runs one finger up and down its length. She then squeezes it between her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes and face turn to Tom’s face as she takes her hand back. “It’s both hard and soft at the same time” she says in wonderment. “Yes.” Tom agrees, “It’s filled with blood kind of like a water balloon.” He explains. “What’s that” she says pointing to the clear pre-cum that is now forming at the tip. Tom explains what it is and offers her to feel how slick it is, which she again does with her thumb and forefinger. “So the sperm is in this after you cum?” she confirms. “That’s right, honey.” “OK, masturbate. I want to see it squirt out”. Tom chuckles at her abruptness and then takes a deep breath. He’s very excited at this point, about to stroke his cock while his daughter watches intently, but at the same time, he nervous for the same reason. The only thing that comes close to watching a girl pleasure herself is being watched by a very interested girl pleasuring himself. He reaches down, wraps his hand around his cock and slowly begins to stroke the skin up and down his cock, eyes going back and forth between himself and his daughter watching him so intently. As the pre-cum builds up and runs down, he soon is past moving the skin and his hand is easily sliding up and down. This is the best way, he knows. Soon he reaches down and massages his balls, something that catches Lisa’s attention now too. She studies all his actions and anatomy. Tom knows he won’t last long, but tires to make it last as long as possible. He explains about the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside of his penis just below the head and how stimulating that area can really excite a man. He also explains how sensitive the head become after cumming and how massaging the testicles can add to a mans pleasure. He is able to keep it going for almost 5 minutes, but then he just can’t hold back any longer. His hand goes faster and faster. Soon his body begins to tense up as he feels it building in his balls and he lets Lisa know in gasps so she can be watching. His balls pull up to his body and soon he cries out as his hips thrust upward and his cum leaps from his cock, arcing in the air and landing on his chest and stomach. When he finally comes down, Lisa looks at him with a really huge smile. “Oh my god, dad, that was awesome!” she says eagerly. “This is the sperm then?” she asks dipping her finger into one of the puddles. Lisa is full of curiosity and examines the sperm on her fingers, feeling its slickness, tentatively sniffing it as Tom watches. “This is what made me.” She says in wonderment. “Yes, honey, that is what made you.” Tom confirms with a smile. Lisa examines it, looks over at the puddles on her dad’s chest, then down to his cock which is now soft and much smaller than when she first saw it. “Awww, it’s so cute when its small” she says, then as casually as if it were a finger, she reaches down and picks up his cock between her thumb and forefinger, turning it to see it from different angles. “It’s so soft now”, she observes looking up to Tom’s face. Tom smiles back warmly at his daughter. “Without all the blood in there it’s now like a deflated balloon.” He says with a chuckle. “And this is where the sperm is made?” she asks running her fingers over his balls. “That’s right. I guess you did learn something from that class.” He says. The setting seems so surreal. They had each just masturbated in front of each other and now his daughter was examining his privates so casually and he was allowing it and even encouraging it by casually responding to each of her questions. “This hole where the sperm shot out, is that where you pee from too?” she ask still holding his cock, turning her face towards his. “Yes, exactly.” He confirms. “Dad, you think I could watch you pee sometime? I mean, I know it may sound gross and all, but it, well, I don’t know, I just feel like I need to see it.” She rambles on. Tom chuckles a little, “Well honey, after we’ve just masturbated in front of the other, there is not much else to hide, is there?” He responds. This response causes something to click in her mind. It is true they had both done that. They were both still naked and Lisa felt oddly comfortable that way. She also feels oddly comfortable with her dad seeing her masturbate and she him. Instinctively, she knew it would not be the last encounter of this nature as did Tom. “Honey, can you run and get some paper towels so I can clean this up” Tom asks Lisa indicating the sperm still on his chest and stomach. Lisa smile, releases his cock finally and goes to the kitchen for some paper towels. She returns and begins to wipe him down, even to his cock again. She has quickly become comfortable with touching him there as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Oddly, Tom allows this and feels just as comfortable. /*************** chapters may be slow to come as I like to write them, then let them sit a day or two before reviewing and editing. Please be patient and there will be many chapters, but if you're in a hurry for them to have actual sex, you may get bored.

The school year was well on its way, and Katie was determined to get Mike's attention. She was finishing up middle school and was very excited about starting high school in the fall, where she could meet "older" boys. Mike, already a freshman in high school, had a small problem. He began to jack off just about . . . whenever he got a chance, inside or outside of school. He especially liked to fantasize about girls who had only just begun to develop "titties" as he liked to call them. He had recently barged into his bathroom at home, during a family reunion and had caught his 14-year-old cousin with her bikini top off. The image of her young orbs with the light pink nipples poking outwards was still fresh in his mind when he walked past Katie the Friday before. Up until recently, he had not paid much attention to her, being a neighbor across the street and a few doors down. But he had suddenly realized she matched the package he was looking for . . . and when she suggested that he come over to her house after school, he was at first surprised and then thought this was going to be something that held great promise. How far would the younger girl let him go? Would she flash her titties at him? Could he get her to touch his oversized cock? Time would tell if any of these fantasies would even begin to materialize. Katie had suggested 3:30 the following Monday. She knew her Mom wouldn't be home until 6, so that gave her a few hours to get to know Mike better. But she wasn't just planning on getting to know him by herself. In fact, with the help from her friends Tami and Amy, she had planned to get him to like her. She knew she had to offer both her lips and her colt-like body to the boy. Just that naughty thought made her tight little pussy moist with desire. Her Dad had split several years back and she began to realize . . . that's why she was so curious about boys . . . and their COCKS. Mike got out of school a half hour earlier than Katie, so he decided to walk past her house. As he inspected the yard, he looked around for a dog or some sign of a person inside, but saw no one. Checking for any nosey neighbors . . . he walked up the driveway trying to look into a few windows. Different window dressings kept his voyeuristic tendencies from being satisfied, so he went to the back of the house and looked through an open window, which turned out to be the bathroom. Instantly his cock began to grow. Right in front of him were three little white bras and a couple of pairs of panties . . . he was certain belonged to Katie. Damn he thought, if only he could stick his cock inside one of the cups of her bras and shoot his load inside. How great would that be . . . if she fitted that particular one (without looking) over her titties and his hot cum smeared all over her nipples? He then focused his attention on a pair of light blue panties that looked very new and shiny. How fun would it be to pull that pair up over his cock and then begin to jack-off against the slick material? Shit was he ever horny. He looked over his shoulder and noticed he really couldn't be seen much by any neighbors . . . so he zipped down his Levi's and yanked out his over-sized rod. Soon the 7" shaft was sticking out through the opening and he leaned over and began to spit on the purple head making it all shiny. The large bulbous head had already begun to leak sticky pre-cum out of the tiny slit. As he fantasized more about Katie, he curled his fingers around the tip of his shaft and very slowly began to work his cock. He had deposited enough saliva to make his thick shaft very slippery as he squeezed the head and began to buck his hips back and forth. How fun would it be to feel up her titties under her bra like the ones he was looking at? Maybe he could get her to stick her hand down his pants and bring him off just like he was doing right now. Being 15-years-old, it only took him a few seconds to begin to feel that itchy wonderful feeling between his legs as he was getting closer and closer to blowing his load. Maybe he could get her to strip naked in front of him and pinch her titties. . . or even rub his cock up against her bare pussy. That was the last thought that went through his mind as he closed his eyes and began to shoot cum all over the back of the house. He deliberately moved his cock from side to side spraying the dark stained T-111 with gallons of his juices. Slowly recovering, he looked at his watch and realized he had better get home and change or else Katie would catch him with his cock out . . . which began to make his hard-on come back alive. Meanwhile, Katie was sitting on her bus, knowing her bus stop was the next one on the route. On either side of her were her two best friends, Tami and Amy, who were in the same grade. Ever since telling them about her plan to have Mike come over . . . they were equally as excited. Tami was a very cute blonde, with pretty blue eyes but a very slight figure. Her titties were more like half tangerines on her chest, and it was exciting for her to pinch them at night and watch the hard nipples expand into stiff little pebbles. Amy on the other hand was a few months older than the other two and she had already developed apple-like titties on her chest. Katie liked looking at Amy's titties through the tight clothes she wore and wondered whether today she would get a chance to see her young tits all bare; maybe with Mike's mouth all over them! Katie knew both girls were rather horny, having recently had them both over to her house for a sleepover. She had snuck some rum from her mother's stash and had made rum and Cokes for her friends outside the house in their tent they stayed in overnight. After they were all a bit tipsy, they played Truth or Dare almost until dawn. At one point she had both girls rubbing themselves off at the same time as she read dirty stories to them. She had collected a few magazines and porn books from her uncle's stash (her mother's brother) and brought them to her house and hid them under her mattress so her mom wouldn't know. She wouldn't soon forget the sound of her best friends reaching orgasm as they twiddled their twats as she rammed her middle finger into her own moist wet hole. Just thinking about it made her almost cum on the bus! As the bus came to a stop, she winked at her friends and they worked their way to the front of the bus and navigated down the three steps to the pavement. Katie found her key inside her purse and the three young girls walked up the front steps ready to meet Mike, up close and personal. As they entered the living room, Katie raced to her room to shed her school clothes. Passing the bathroom, she remembered her underwear that were hanging on the shower bar and quickly yanked them off. Looking past the garments, she noticed a stream of sticky stuff on the window pane, but didn't think much of it. Once in her room, she stripped off her clothes entirely, including her socks. She walked over to the full length mirror on the back of the door and inspected her 14-year-old body. She was beginning to get a shape with her cute bubble butt in the back, but her titties were still only the size of lemons on her chest. The air conditioning was on and soon her nipples began to sprout upwards and suddenly a wicked grin crossed her face. She was going to have fun making her friends do things with this boy . . . VERY NAUGHTY THINGS she thought! She realized she was more of a voyeur than a participant. While Katie was changing in her room, Tami and Amy were switching into the clothes they had brought with them. All three girls had gone shopping over the weekend and had bought matching outfits, which they thought Mike might enjoy. Tami took her new top out of her backpack as she watched Amy do the same thing. The girls had bought light blue tank tops that had three small flowers across the chest with the words "Life is Good". They also bought a pair of darker blue Reebok cut shorts, with stretchy cotton/spandex fabric that molded across their loins. They knew from watching older girls . . . that the best way to get Mike's attention would be to leave off their underwear, so they took turns using the bathroom and putting on their outfits. When Tami came out of the bathroom with her new white athletic shoes and the rest of the outfit on, Amy noticed how the fabric molded over her friend's pussy, showcasing the tiny "V" between her legs. Amy was still a little shy about not wearing a bra, but since her friends were dressing the same way, she thought she could overcome the initial embarrassment. She took the two pieces of the outfit with her to the bathroom and closed the door. She quickly whisked out of her school clothes, slipped off her bra and looked in the mirror at her titties, still encased inside her dainty cups. Amy playfully brought her finger up and touched the tip of the white bra cup and wiggled her finger. Almost instantly the hidden nipple underneath, poked upwards and the unmistakable shape caused her to smile. She unsnapped the bra in the front and carefully lifted it off her young chest, displaying her titties to the man in the mirror. She pushed her shoulders back and thrust her slight developing chest forward. At the same time, she slipped down her panties and she was suddenly naked. Amy knew it was a bit kinky, but she moved her fingers in between her pussy lips and wiggled her finger back and forth against her clit. Shivers began to take over her body as she remembered listening to Katie read dirty stories to her the other night. She especially remembered the one about the young girl that let her boyfriend put his cock in her mouth. For some reason, that nasty thought excited the 14-year-old passionately. A loud knock on the door brought her back to reality. "I gotta pee Amy. Hurry up!" said Katie already dressed in her outfit. She had deliberately twisted her nipples before pulling the tank top over her titties. This was going to be some real fun. "I'll be out in a second," said Amy desperately pulling up her blue shorts, sans her panties, up to her waist. Just like Tami, the tight shorts showcased her wet pussy lips underneath, leaving little to the imagination. She then pulled her new tank top over her head and tucked it into her shorts and snapped the top button. She looked at herself in the mirror, straightened her straps and soon realized her developing titties looked the best of the three girls and with a smile . . . she gathered her clothes and left the bathroom. Amy and Tami waited nervously in the living room as Katie spruced up the bathroom and then came out and joined them. Everyone looked at each other's outfits and began to laugh. "This is wicked awesome . . . girls!" said Tami wiggling her upper body and posing for the others. "And to truly act WICKED . . . is what we are going to do," stated Katie as she leaned over and tried to kiss Amy on the cheek. Amy screamed and then moved to the end of the couch. The doorbell rang and suddenly the girls were silent. Katie rose up and announced to the girls: "I'll get it. I wonder who that might be?" and then everyone started to laugh hysterically. Outside Mike overheard the laughter, and suddenly got scared. He thought only Katie was going to be home. Why did he hear at least two other girls laughing. Suddenly Katie's pretty face appeared in the glass of the storm door window and his stomach began to flutter and his cock began to rise inside his Nike shorts. He debated upon wearing his boxers, but after seeing that the outline of his rigid cock was almost transparent on his shorts, he decided to just wear them and a muscle man tank top. He had begun lifting weights and his chest was beginning to represent those workouts. The door opened and Katie stood with her hand on her waist, striking a quick pose. "Hi Michael . . . or do you prefer Mike?" she asked teasingly. "Hi Katie . . . either one works . . . but people pretty much call me Mike," he said looking over her outfit, which did nothing to stop his cock from rising even more. The light blue top sat proudly on her developing chest and he was almost certain he couldn't see any type of bra or underwear underneath. A quick glance downward was equally as stimulating as her dark blue Reebok cut shorts, with the stretchy cotton/spandex fabric . . . faintly showed off her pussy underneath. Damn she was hot! He suddenly hoped he could walk past her and quickly manipulate his shaft into an upward position so that the stiff cock wouldn't give away his instant arousal. Little did he know, Katie was already inspecting his plumbing down below, and her heart began to flutter as she watched his growing shaft ricochet into a full grown erection. She couldn't wait to inspect his very stiff pipe! "Then come on in . . .Michael. A few of my friends dropped by and we are ready for a little party." "Thanks," he said processing her words. He turned slightly and moved his hand across his boner and pushed it up against the middle part of his shorts so that it would not stick out and impede his walking. He continued forward and heard the back door close and then the unmistakable sound of a dead bolt being pulled over and down into place. Shit this girl was serious about not being caught with a guy in the house he thought. "Just go into the living room and I will introduce you to my friends who are almost as excited as I am that you could come by and party with us." "Party" he thought? What kind of party? Dope? Drinking? Sex? He walked in and noticed her best friends sitting on the couch and then realized all three girls were wearing matching outfits. Damn he loved that sort of stuff . . . and to make things better, his quick inspection told him the others were lacking underwear as well underneath their outfits. His fantasies were interrupted as he felt Katie's hand touch his shoulder. "Michael . . . this is Tami," she said, still keeping her hand in place and then slowly moving it to the center of his back. "Hi!" he said awkwardly . . . as he waved to her. This girl had similar breasts, but something about her blue eyes and blonde hair made him attracted to her instantly. "Pleased to meet you Michael," said the smiling girl. Remaining seated, she was treated to a side shot of his HUGE erection that had now moved off slightly from the center. She had never seen a real cock before, so this was extremely arousing to the little blonde nymph. "And this is my other best friend Amy," said Katie as she teased the boy by allowing her fingers to slip into the back of his shorts as he leaned downwards to shake Amy's hand that she offered to him. Whether by design or not, Amy leaned slightly forward, allowing the material from her slightly over-sized tank top to pull away from her chest and immediately display her bare titties to the boy. As he shook her hand, he stared down her top and almost shot his load as two handfuls of teen breasts came into view and at the same time, Katie's soft hands had begun to rub up against the bare cheeks of his backside. "Wow!" was all he was able to get out as he kept shaking her hand. Amy began to smile, knowing what he was looking at. After a few seconds, she sat back upwards and let go of his hand. "Why don't you three get to know each other a bit more, Michael. I will go and make us a couple of cold drinks. Is rum and Coke OK?" she asked. He turned slightly surprised and said "Oh sure . . . thanks." He felt her hand pull out of the waist band of his shorts and then he saw her turn around and head for the kitchen. "Why don't you sit here between us," said Tami, moving slightly to the side. "So Michael. Do you like to see and read PORN?" The question caught him truly by surprise, but he managed to look at the blonde girl and honestly nod his head up and down. "We do to. A couple of Saturday's ago, Katie had us overnight in her tent outside and she read us some real naughty stuff that made us all horny." As she finished, her eyes traveled downwards and to the right as she focused on Mike’s cock that was now poking out the slick fabric of his shorts. "Yeah it was great! I didn't know I could get that turned on, by listening to someone read really dirty stuff like that," said Amy as she opened up her legs slightly, knowing her young mound was now more visible to the boy. "Would you like to see if we can find some nasty stories online . . . and maybe you could read them to us," she suggested. The boy looked up at a desk not far away and noticed a large 21" flat screen monitor with the Microsoft logo sailing across the screen and also two chairs on either side of the main computer chair. "That would be pretty wild girls. . . but why not?" he answered. The three looked at each other and began to laugh. "Then let's get going. Katie will join us in a few minutes," said Tami as she placed her hand on Michael's upper thigh and then as she was rising up, nonchalantly moved it slightly towards his cock . . . allowing her fingers to graze against the edge of his expanding shaft and she quickly gave it a rub. She then played it off and walked over to the computer. Michael couldn't believe this girl, who he had never met before . . . had touched his stiff cock and turned to Amy who had watched the little episode. There was a glowing but devious smile on her face as she whispered in his ear, "Did you know these were real?" and with that she grasped his hand and placed it over her cupcake shaped titties. Without thinking, the boy quickly felt her up, as her stiff nipples massaged the tips of his fingers showing how rigid they were. And then she stood up carefully taking his hand off her chest and joining her friend. Michael again adjusted his rigid cock as he walked over to the monitor that had originally shown the screen saver but now displayed the image of two bare-chested girls, maybe 14 or 15-years-old standing on each side of an older boy whose naked body and stiff rod was lewdly plastered across the screen. Michael had never seen anything this revealing before as he stood behind Amy who had sat to the right of Tami. "Whatcha think?" asked Tami as she turned around. "Let me slip over and let you sit down". The vivacious little nymph turned the large black leather chair towards Michael and then moved aside. How could he not sit down? His loins were almost on fire with desire as his ass touched the leather. "Wow! That's really . . . uh . . . you know . . ." but he didn't finish. "HOT!" said Amy knowing the boy was entranced by the image on the screen. "I like this pic, because those two girls have small tits like mine," said Tami as she unexpectedly pulled up her tank top and proudly displayed her bare chest to the boy. Michael could not believe what was literally inches away from his mouth and lips. He expected her to drop the fabric, but instead she curled her fingers under the hem and rolled it up to her neck. "Don't cha think I look like them . . . except my nips are a little bigger, right?" Amy had never seen her friends titties before, and without thinking she moved her hand between her legs and slowly began to rub her slit as she watched the expression on the boy's face as they both inspected Tami's titties. Since Amy had no panties on underneath, she began to shiver with relief as her middle finger began to rub little circles over her twat. Michael knew it wouldn't take much more before he would blow his load. He loved Tami's pink pair of nipples and would have given anything to lean over and place them inside his mouth. But he felt it necessary to respond to Tami. "Yours are much nicer . . . Tami. I truly . . . um like yours," he said. "What about these Michael? You keep staring at them . . . so why don't you take a good look," said Amy as she followed her friends lead and pulled the tank top out of her shorts and pulled it up towards her chin. Her beautiful breasts slowly came into view, with her nipples nearly matching the stiffness of her friends. She had never let a boy see her naked before, so this made her heart begin to pound with excitement. Little goose bumps began to grow around her stiff nipples. As she was showing off her titties, she noticed that the head of Michael's cock had begun to slip past the waistband of his shorts and the dark purple head made an unexpected special appearance for the girls. She wanted to say something about its massive size, but heard Katie coming into the living room. Both girls dropped their shirts back into place. "How about a little something to get us started," said Katie as she came up to the trio in front of the image on the screen. "Shoot, it looks like you guys started without me! Here, Michael . . . I made this one especially for you!" she said handing him a tall Coke glass. Her sudden appearance caused the tip of his cock to shrink slightly inside his shorts which was a disappointment to Amy who wanted so badly to slip that thing into her mouth. Damn she was horny! For the next ten minutes or so everyone pretended to like the drinks Katie had made, even though the youngsters were not use to the flavor of liquor and it took some effort to get the liquid down. She had brought a pitcher with her and she had made enough for refills which she gradually poured into everyone's glasses. Pretty soon all four teens were getting more and more toasted. Not knowing any better, Katie had used an entire bottle of Jamaican Rum her mother had brought back from a cruise to make the drinks. The image on the screen had dissolved back to the screen saver which prompted Katie to begin her little plan. "Shake the mouse Michael. What was that image on the screen before?" she asked. The three horny girls watched him wiggle the mouse and the original image of the kneeling teens in front of the boy's cock came back into view. Each of them was becoming more and more shit faced polluted. "Looks pretty hot and makes me very horny," volunteered Michael as he inspected the screen again. Suddenly he felt Katie's fingers on his shoulders. He still could not believe what was going on. Two girls on either side of him and one massaging his neck from behind . . . shit he had to be in heaven. "Click the mouse Michael . . . we want you to read us a little story and let's see what happens . . . OK?" she asked expertly placing her thumbs on his neck and rubbing her fingers along the top of his chest. Without answering, he clicked the mouse and large text appeared on the screen. He looked over the words, his cock now ready to explode. "Go ahead Michael . . . let's hear it!" she said whispering in his ears. Michael cleared his throat, and began reading . . . ‘Amy and Tami had never seen a boy's cock before, but they talked Michael into showing them his. He told the girls they had to pull off all his clothes and then take off their tops for him. They giggled but took off their tank tops and let the boy look at their bare breasts. He was getting very horny as they unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled down his jeans. Once he stepped out of his pants, his big COCK was pushing against his boxers, making it look like some weapon of mass destruction underneath. The girls knelt down on either side of him and slowly worked his boxers over his rigid COCK and then past his knees to his feet below.’ Michael clicked the mouse and a second picture came into view. It was the same as the first one, but this time the girl's heads were very close to the boy's cock and no longer was his head or feet in the picture. Everyone looked at what was on the screen, and by now the rum was racing through their bodies. "FAR FUCKING OUT," said little Tami as she stared at the boy's rigid organ on the screen. "He certainly has a BIIIGGGGG One, doesn't he," said Amy giggling. "I'll bet Michael has one about the same size . . . am I right?" asked Katie as she moved her hands inside the boy’s muscle shirt and over his chest. Amy and Tami watched their friend tease the boy with her hands. "Kind of the same size," said Michael as he began to become even more aroused by what Katie was doing. He felt her fingers find his nipples and begin to pinch them. It made him shiver with excitement. "Let's have Michael keep reading, but let's do like the girls in the picture and take off our tops," ordered Katie as she slipped her fingers out of the boy’s top, stood up and quickly pulled her top over her shoulders and then threw it on the couch. Michael tilted the chair a quarter turn, and there in front of him was the topless girl he had been fantasizing about for the last several days. He zoomed in on her chest and her bare titties. "Like what cha see big boy?" she teased as she looked at her breasts and then begin to pinch and twist her nipples. Very quickly her buds became stiff and a wicked smile came across her face. Amy and Tami followed suit and soon Michael was surrounded by three topless girls, each with their own unique pair of titties now showing. "We're going to switch chairs Michael so that you can continue your story," she said as she went to the piano and pulled the bench over behind his chair. "Everybody get up!" she said and soon Michael was back sitting, with Amy and Tami on either side of him and Katie behind as before. "Everybody needs to be topless, so get this thing off!" ordered Katie as she reached alongside his body and then towards the waistband of his shorts. Mischievously and deliberately teasing Michael and to the amusement of her two friends, she slipped her fingers into the waist of his shorts, supposedly finding the bottom of his shirt, but making sure she found the tip of his cock. She playfully wrapped her fingers around the tip and began to gently twist it and then she quickly pulled out the material and then yanked it over his head. "Keep reading," she said as everyone watched the screen. As the image switched back to text, Katie continued to tease the boy by slowly rubbing her two titties back and forth across his neck and back. Despite her antics, he attempted to continue to read . . . ‘Amy and Katie could not stop looking at the boy's cock as they knelt beside him. It must have been 7 or 8 inches long and the boy suddenly got the urge to grasp the rigid pole and to display his cock closer to the girl's faces. He had to be careful, because if he wasn't he would have instantly shot his sticky wad all over their mouths. Little did he know, they wanted that to happen! Slowly, the boy began to yank on his cock, but at the same time he moved a few inches closer to Katie's face and then let the soft velvet mushroom tip touch . . . first her cheeks and then her lips." Michael clicked the mouse and again a much closer shot appeared as the boy was now rubbing the tip of his long cock up against the moist lips of the young girl. Everyone stared at the image on the screen, all equally as horny as the next person. Katie was still rubbing her titties against the boy's neck but also noticed that her two friends had slipped their hands inside their shorts and were now rubbing themselves off. She smiled and decided to go one step further in the seduction of the boy. "Michael, what are Amy and Tami doing right now that is very naughty?" The boy looked to his left and saw an embarrassed Amy pull her hand out of her shorts. A split second later, he looked down at Tami's hand still inside her shorts and he smiled. "Probably getting themselves off! This is simply awesome!" he said, deciding not to think about hiding his bulging shorts. "Not yet it isn't . . . Ok everyone . . . take off your shorts and we are going to move around a bit." Everyone was so hot at this point; shorts were flying in all directions. Hairless pussies were soon on display and then at last, Michael yanked down his own shorts and instantly his baseball bat of a cock came into view, bobbing from side to side. He could feel his cock begin to twitch just enough to catch Amy's eye. The moment it began to stir, she shifted a little, leaning a little bit closer to it . . . to get a better look. His cock began to straighten out a little more and now, the head of his organ was beginning to blossom into a large pink mushroom. Amy adjusted her position, scooting down a little so her head was now at the same level as his crotch, until her head was only about a foot away from his cock. She was breathing a little heavier now, and Michael could swear he could see her licking her lips. And still his cock grew larger and harder. It began to rise in such a way that now the head was completely out in the open for everyone see. From time to time, Tami would look over at his face to see if he knew what was happening but he began to grow confident and acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary, despite displaying his 7" cock in front of three teen girls. Soon his cock was completely erect . . . now throbbing and twitching. He could see all three girls, including Katie fully mesmerized . . . looking at his hard-on, and fantasizing about his shaft being their first. He looked again under the computer table at Amy and how her eyes were wild with the image of his swollen organ as she moved her hand upwards, past his shin and knee. Without any notice, he began rubbing up and down on his 7" shaft. His right hand . . . lingered on the pink mushroom head. The girls noticed he had the beginnings of a nice little thatch of curly hair at the base of his cock and his balls hung below. Almost enthralled at the stark appearance of Michael's naked cock, Katie continued her group seduction. "Michael will still keep reading . . . but I want Amy to center herself on her knees in front of him . . . and us two will sit on either side," said Katie winking at Tami. Amy was surprised at what she had been ordered to do, but she was secretly excited to look more directly at Michael's underwear free cock. With some trouble she inched her way in between Michael's legs. She placed her hands on his knees and pulled them slightly more open so she could snuggle closer to him. Her nipples were fully taunt with desire as she kept her hands on his knees, but leaned forward. There in front of her . . . was her first real cock . . . and it was HUGE! He had obviously started to grow pubic hair around his cock, but that just made her more excited . . . knowing he was older than she was. "Go ahead Michael. Click the mouse!" said Katie. She moved her bare legs up against his and almost on cue so did Tami. The alcohol had taken its toll and without any hesitation the girls on either side slipped their hand between their legs and began to rub their twat as the boy continued . . . ‘Amy always wanted to feel and touch a boy's cock. So she centered herself in between the boy's legs and then let her hands move along the inside of his limbs . . . closer and closer to the BIG prize in the middle". The girls read the words on the screen as Michael read them out loud, but below, Amy moved her hands to match his words, as she gently moved her fingers along his inner thighs. Closer and closer she came to his hanging balls and long shaft. She stopped herself from reaching out and holding it . . . as she listened to Michael continue. ‘Amy, you are going to like touching and feeling boy's COCKS. They love it! Go ahead and carefully wrap your fingers around the base of MY cock, and then squeeze it slightly. Ohhhhhh yeah! You are the BEST’. Michael couldn't believe the kneeling 14-year-old in between his legs was mimicking the story perfectly. ‘Now move your hand up and down, but keep squeezing my cock at the same time. Not bad . . . but it's a little dry. To make boys happy . . . you MUST get their COCKS all wet. What should you do right now . . . to make my cock get wet?’ Michael said, reading from the screen. He clicked the mouse and the next shot on the screen was the girl's mouth circling the boy's cock. Without being told to do so . . . Tami began coaching her friend kneeling on the floor. "Amy, lick the head of his cock with your tongue . . . he will love it!" And just as she was being instructed to do, Amy nervously stuck out her tongue and began to coat Michael's cock with a layer of her spit expecting it to taste gross . . . but it didn't. She playfully wiggled her tongue on the underside of his cock and the boy began to twitch and shake. Soon the entire shaft was covered with her spit as she kept licking his cock like her very favorite Popsicle. Now it was Katie's turn to give instructions. "You know you want to taste what it is like . . . So go ahead Amy . . . PUT HIS COCK IN YOUR MOUTH AND SUCK HIM OFF. SHOW US WHAT IT IS LIKE. SLIP THAT COCK IN BETWEEN YOUR LIPS AND LET HIM SHOOT HIS LOAD IN YOUR MOUTH. JUST DO IT!" The two girls leaned closer to watch Amy under the table. She had her hand around his organ . . . just below the crown and then she slowly let the tip of his cock pierce the space in between her lips. She moved her head slightly forward . . . and slowly her slippery lips were lubricating his shaft as it was being swallowed up inside her mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fucking A . . . ," cried Michael. “Curl those sexy lips of yours . . . over your teeth and suck me off!” The sensation of her tight slippery lips hugging his knob was almost too much to gain control as he felt his hot juices begin to move up the shaft. Then Amy tried something she saw in a movie and began to bob her head so that the underside of his cock was being stimulated by her fixed lips. Up and down the girls watched her friend bob and then Michael began to moan. Katie clicked the mouse and almost simultaneously the boy in the picture sprayed his seed all over the girls face . . . as Michael pulled his cock out of Amy's mouth . . . and began to shoot load after load of hot cum all over the pretty girl. Keeping her mouth open, Michael kept shooting his juices into her oral cavity to the point of not only filling it up . . . but making it overflow and then dribble down her chin onto her cupcake shaped titties. Meanwhile Katie and Tami thrust their fingers deep into their hairless twats and began to bring themselves off watching the horny sight. Minutes later Michael's cock began to shrink and everyone looked carefully at Amy's face and chest that were now completed covered with hot sticky cum. As everyone tried to recover, Katie located the mouse and clicked onto another file entitled, "How Tami Learned How to FUCK" which would be the next story the three girls would act out with Michael's help. Stay tuned!

Inside the Bus Krista nervously boarded her friend's school bus outside her school. She was an 8th grader and the year was almost over, and she wanted so badly to hang with a group of friends that included Holly's brother Jeff. He was a cute 9th grader and was very "hot" in her book. He had this thing for younger girls and was not above having them do things for his kisses and touches that would prove to him they would be loyal, without worrying about getting parents involved. Krista had fantasized all day about the note Holly had passed to her in class, from her brother about today's initiation. She just wondered whether she would have the guts to do it . . . especially on a school bus. Holly and Krista immediately went to the back of the bus, knowing their friends would be gossiping about who would still be left on "American Idol" that evening towards the front. The bus pulled off and the adventure began. Soon the bus driver had moved into a nearby subdivision where the traffic was light. "Are you all set?" asked Holly with a smile on her face. She pulled out her cell phone from her purse, looked towards the front of the bus and then back at her friend. "Do you really have to take a picture? It's embarrassing enough for me to flash some guy!" said Krista, reaching under her somewhat tight sweater and locating the front clasp of her bra. "Uh, huh . . . Jeff wants proof and then while he looks at it, downstairs in our basement, he will shoot his stuff into our mouths while we watch. Hey, don't forget . . . I have to be topless when he is doing that too!" she exclaimed. Holly watched as Krista twisted and turned as she successfully worked the little white garment off her shoulders and into her lap. Holly immediately grabbed her bra and placed it in her purse. "Why'd you take that?" asked Krista, suddenly turning red with embarrassment realizing later she would have to enter Holly's house without anything covering her titties. "He wants more proof that you did it. Don't worry, I will get it back from him later tonight. Let's get going. I don't want the bus driver to get suspicious. Leave your parka on so they won't be able to tell what you are doin in the front of the bus and roll up your sweater past your boobs and let's make some guy's day." Looking out the back of the bus, "There's a guy and he's alone . . . and he's kinda cute. Go ahead Krista . . . show him your titties!" Holly watched as her best friend curled her fingers under the base of her sweater and quickly rolled it up . . . higher and higher . . . until a pair of perky adorable breasts appeared. With some difficulty she pulled the sweater up to her neck, quickly turned around and raising her body up onto her knees, her bare titties came into perfect view to the unsuspecting man following the bus. The red flashing lights came on and as the man stepped on his brakes he looked up and watched the 15-year-old flash her titties at him. Outside the Bus Sam was single and constantly horny. He was somewhat frustrated to be following a school bus, since being around 3:30; he knew he might have to endure several more stops. He saw the side little blinking stop sign come out from its enclosure and looked up at the students. He couldn't help but watch a young girl, pull up her top and give him a most satisfying glimpse of her naked titties. Soon a second face appeared laughing and then he saw the flash of a camera. He expected the girl to duck down, but watched her sidekick give her instructions. The embarrassed girl slowly captured her stiff nipples with her fingertips and began to pinch them. Since the distance between his car and the bus was only a few feet, Sam was treated to quite an erotic performance. It was obvious, the young girl had begun to blossom . . . with her perky, puffy, pointed breasts fully on display offering him a fantastic opportunity to become fully aroused. Krista looked down at the man, as her nipples turned into spikes up against the glass and watched as he began to rub his pants in obvious enjoyment at what she was doing. For a brief second . . . she was aroused at the power she had over him. At the same time her nipples continued to swell, sticking out like jelly beans. Suddenly the bus lights were turned off and both girls ducked down and the bus moved forward. Probably the most exciting part of what Sam had seen, was that this girl was the perfect age for the carnal fun he had in mind. Just thinking about her hot lips sliding over his long rigid cock and all the sucking she would be doing before begging him to shoot every ounce of his thick cum into her mouth and down her throat was almost too much. What she didn't know was that this wasn't just a fantasy. He was going to take the necessary steps to make it happen for both of them. The bus driver moved to the next block and Sam deliberately stayed several car lengths behind, wanting to see where the girl . . . or girls for that matter, got off the bus. What none of the three realized, was that a perfect storm was brewing. Krista and Holly were going over to Holly's house for the evening and Jeff was going to actively continue his initiation ceremony with Krista, since none of the parents were going to be home. Krista already had permission, so Sam was soon to be in the driver's seat, but he didn't know it yet. The side doors of the bus opened and Holly and Krista stepped out. They headed down the street a few houses and ran up to one of them. Sam took note of their location and turned down the side street and parked the car. Since this neighborhood was primarily made up of parents who both worked, it did not seem strange for Sam to walk down the street and up to the front porch of what he would soon learn was Holly's house. He peered inside and saw the two young girls sitting at the back dining room table talking and laughing. He looked behind him, and sensing the coast was clear, he knocked on the front door. Soon Holly came to the door and opened it. "Can I help you?" asked Holly in a cocky sort of way. She looked at Sam and then her mouth dropped open; this was the guy Krista had just wiggled her bare titties at moments earlier. "Oh, I am sure you can. Because if you don't . . . you both are going to get into a bunch of trouble with your parents AND the police. Sooooo, let me in and let's get to know each other A LOT better," said Sam pulling the door open . . . and wide enough to enter the house. Not paying much attention from across the room, Krista asked: "Who was it?" "Uhhhhhhh . . . the man in the red car behind the bus, and he wants to get to know us," said Holly. As Sam followed Holly into the dining room he watched her tight little ass wiggle back and forth in her dark blue pleaded skirt. Both girls were still in their school uniforms, which gave Sam even more reason to celebrate. Holly sat next to her friend and for the first time he got a chance to see what he had captured. Krista had blonde hair up in a ponytail and Holly had long dark brown hair that came down to her titties. Both girls looked about the same in terms of breast development . . . but with luck he would know for sure very soon. "So Holly . . . this is your house?" asked Sam. "Yes . . ." she offered cautiously. "When can I speak with your parents?" "Not until late. They both work afternoons." "I see . . . do you have any brothers or sisters?" "A brother . . . Jeff. He should be home in about an hour or so." "What should we call you mister?" asked Krista, who was beginning to get self-conscious as Sam kept staring at her titties. She wished she had been able to put on her missing bra, still in Holly's purse. "Let's just call me Uncle Sam . . . fair?" he said. "Do you girls know how much trouble you can get into for indecent exposure?" he asked, watching the look on their faces. "It was Krista . . . not me!" said Holly trying to get out of trouble. "Holly! It was you and your brother that made me do it!" said Krista. "I see. So really both you . . . and Jeff is it? . . . that are accomplices? All of you are in this together . . . am I right?" The girls nodded their heads. "And let's see," said Sam picking up an electric bill off the table, "Your parents are the Andersons. I guess I have all the information I need. The police will be in contact," he rose up and began to leave. "Please mister . . . " said Krista. "Uncle Sam . . . remember?" said Sam. "Fine . . . please Uncle Sam . . . isn't there something we can do to change your mind? I was just trying to be popular with Jeff and his friends. I wasn't trying to hurt anyone." "Maybe we can make an arrangement between the four of us. Tell me everything about what you guys had planned . . . and leave nothing out!" For the next five minutes both girls explained what was supposed to happen. He especially liked the part where Jeff was going to shoot his wad in both their mouths . . . and truly had every intention of letting that take place . . . in fact with luck he might even take pictures of that event happening. "Let's say I don't go to the police. What could you two do for me that might make things even?" he asked with a grin on his face. "How about us doing some chores? Like gardening or raking leaves for you at your house?" asked Holly. "I can cook pretty good. Maybe I could make you some cookies?" offered Krista. Sam was beginning to get an erection as he watched the girls eagerly offer suggestions . . . not knowing that seeing and touching their naked bodies was their only way out. "Those are great ideas . . . but let's start . . . with both of you taking off your sweaters for me." "What!" exclaimed Krista . . . suddenly remembering her bra was in Holly's purse. "I don't see a problem . . . girls. It will just be a quick repeat of the show Krista gave me a few minutes ago. But this time, Holly will go first . . . and I don't want to hear anything except, "Anything you say Uncle Sam" got it?" Holly began to realize, this guy was just like her horny brother and if she had any chance of not getting into trouble, she would have to follow his instructions. "We don't have much choice Krista. I suppose I should stand up, huh?" she asked. "That would be fine. But I need your friend here to sit alongside me while I check you out. Come on over Krista and sit right here," he said pointing to the seat next to him. Krista navigated her way past her friend and sat in the seat on the left of Sam. As she sat down, Holly stood up and reached for the bottom of her sweater and began to pull it upwards. "Give me your hand Krista. I want you to feel what happens to a man when he is looking at someone as cute and naughty as your friend here." Innocently, Krista moved her hand sideways . . . but almost instantly Sam thrust her hand into his lap, directly over his huge throbbing cock. She tried to take it off, but he opened up her fingers and deliberately placed it over the head of his erection . . . that was now sticking out of the front of his pants. "Just squeeze it, honey. Learn what it’s like to touch a big cock. Don’t worry . . .You will be doing much more than that with it very shortly." Krista's heart began to pump out of control. She had never touched a boy's cock before and as she slowly began to manipulate his organ with her hand and fingers, somehow this act was beginning to get her aroused as well. His stiff rod was truly HUGE. Soon he was demonstrating how she should manipulate it with her fingers, curling the shaft and moving it up and down. Meanwhile Holly had lifted her school sweater over her head and what came into view was a delightful white skimpy bra, like Krista's . . . with two hidden titties underneath. She placed the sweater on the chair next to her and then said, "Your turn Krista!" "Krista is very busy right now Holly. So let's keep the show going . . . show me your bare tits Holly . . . and take off those panties for me, too. And don't forget . . . just do what you are told!" Holly had done similar things before for her brother before, but to do it in front of a strange man . . . was kind of scary. Soon she reached behind her back and her dainty bra unattached, as the clasp was opened. She slipped her thumb under the strap over her shoulder and moved the soft cups from covering her bare breasts. Instantly two lemon-sized breasts appeared to his delight . . . with their light pink nipples beginning to grow VERY stiff. Meanwhile, Krista's hands had begun to explore Uncle Sam's long shaft. As Holly was reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties, the horny man whispered in her ear, "Take it out of my shorts, and look at it." Krista, mesmerized by the man's huge cock, ran her hand down over his belt buckle, then softly over his bulging, but restrained cock through the heavy material of his jeans. She freed her other hand (from in between her legs), and using both hands, opened his belt and the snap of his jeans. She carefully lowered his zipper, and hungrily stole her way into his jeans. Soon, the cute . . . but very naughty girl was visibly enjoying the feel of his rigid cock, as she caressed its full length the best she could through his cotton shorts. Despite its rigid girth, she couldn't believe how soft his firm cock was in her hand. As she curled her fingers around his glans, his sticky precum drooled onto her hand and at first she thought he had peed on her. As Sam watched Holly find the tops of her panties, with some difficulty, he surprised both girls by rolling slightly sideways, taking Krista's hand off his throbbing cock for a brief second, and by using his thumbs, scooped his jeans and shorts down to his knees. He kicked slightly sideways, freeing one leg, so he could spread his legs, just in case he wanted the little nymph to kneel in front of him. Krista, not missing a beat appreciatively caressed and fondled his now bare and magnificent cock, looking at it with awe. "Wow, it's huge! How awesome is that . . .Uncle Sam?" was her only statement. Sam winked at her and continued to watch Holly step out of her panties. Krista began to move her now damp hand up and down the man's 7" shaft, much to his delight. Sam looked over at the cute brunette across from him. Her cute titties peaked through her long mane of hair and her nipples were fully aroused. He could not help himself as he leaned directly across, and looking at the young girls eyes, desperately cupped her tits and then began to manipulate her stiff nipples. Holly closed her eyes, soon realizing this man knew just how to excite her. "I love your tits Holly, but I think to show me everything, you better stand up on the table right here in front of me," he said letting go of her excited breasts and tapping the space right in front of him. Holly smiled at his request and secretly looked forward to seeing what her friend was doing with the man's cock under the table. Her brother had made her manipulate his cock a lot lately and she wanted to compare the size of their organs. She stood on her chair and carefully moved directly in front of Sam. He looked up and once again appraised the girls budding breasts, but soon realized at this angle he could easily look under her pleaded skirt at her bare pussy lips. The fact that she was still in her white socks and gym shoes added to his arousal. "Krista . . . what should Holly do, so that we can see her better?" he asked. Krista for a moment looked up from the man's magnificent cock at her friend’s legs and then somewhat embarrassed realized her bare pussy was almost on display. "Have her tuck the bottom of that skirt into the top part of it, and you can look at her coochie." "You mean her PUSSY . . . and yes that is a great idea. And while she does that I want you to take off your sweater for me and show me your titties up close". Moments later, Krista pulled off her sweater, knowing this horny guy was going to instantly inspect her chest. His eyes got wider as he examined her titties, close up. At the same time, Holly's hairless pussy was left wide open just inches away from Sam's mouth. He found himself with his face close to the joining of her legs; her plump, hairless pussy, lips slightly open and glistening with her juices. Like a moth to a candle he was drawn to her there; his hands rising to part those beautiful nether lips. As his hands touched her moist lips . . . he parted her, leaned across and gently licked her clit. Holly cried out with a little "oooohhhhhh" but then he stopped as he felt Krista take his hand and move it over to her bare titties. He smiled and leaving Holly for a moment, he did what he had been longing to do since he saw these breasts on the school bus, he opened his mouth and began to suck her entire tittie inside his mouth . . . licking and twirling her bud back and forth, and then fully concentrating on her rigid nipple, which he tongued and gently bit for several more seconds. After sensing her arousal, he paused and whispered in her ear: "I want you to put some of your sweet kisses on my BIG COCK Krista. Sit back down and lean over and kiss it for me." Without any hesitation Krista leaned across and gently kissed, first the base of his cock with his pubic hair tickling her chin, and then slowly working her way up to the tip of the man's cock. At the same time, Sam watched the girl's hand thrust under her skirt and savagely rub her pussy, showing her obvious excitement. Again he captured her closest tit, this time with his hand and he allowed his fingers to begin to gently pinch her bare nipples, causing the buds to stiffen in seconds. As Krista continued to plant kisses on Sam's cock, he leaned over and used his tongue to flash out and flick Holly's engorged clitoris. This time she moaned loudly "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" and grasped the back of his head with both her hands......pressing his face into that wonderful wetness of hers . . . grinding herself into his face and mouth. With his spare hand he grabbed the giggling girl’s ass with the palm of his hand and pulled her closer. Without any hesitation he thrust his tongue deep into her warm pussy and began to literally fuck her with his cock-like tongue. Holly began to gyrate her hips to match the man's thrusts. After a few minutes of applying pure joy to the 15-year-old, he backed away slightly and seeing Krista's blonde hair he slipped his fingers through it and gently pushed the girls head downwards. Krista began to object, but then she heard him say, "Suck My Cock!" and immediately the girl's mouth opened allowing his shaft to slip inside. He let go of her tittie, and placed both hands around Holly's naked ass and began to savagely lick her clit and pussy. Slowly getting used to having a cock in her mouth, Krista began to bob her head up and down attempting to improve her technique like she had watched in a porno movie. She remembered Holly telling her that boys liked to have their COCKS sucked, so carefully she pulled her teeth over her lips and she began to hum and suck at the same time. Her fingers were now desperately rubbing her own pussy and she had actually inserted two of them into her warm cavern. All three lovers were into their own world as they began to feel their bodies begin to shake with total arousal as their climax was seconds away. Before long, Krista was ramming her finger up her hole, Holly was bucking her hips in rhythm to the man's cunt licking and Sam was beginning to shoot a steady stream of hot sticky cum into the 8th graders mouth. Suddenly sensing that her mouth would overflow with the man's juices, she moved her mouth away for a brief second and his erupting cum sprayed all over her face instead. Eagerly swallowing his erupting volcano of slimy juices, she eagerly went back for more. Slowly the trio slowed down and finally stopped. Holly looked at the clock and suddenly announced, "We gotta stop! Jeff will be home in ten minutes!" Sam sat back and thought for a moment. "I want you two, to hop in the shower together and clean off. When you come back, get back on your school outfits, but no underwear . . . and I want both of you to put on one of Jeff's undershirts! I will be downstairs waiting and hiding. Now get!" Minutes Later Jeff had to almost continually place his hand over the nonstop boner in his pants on the ride home from school so as not to embarrass the girls sitting beside him (although one of them he would have loved to have pulled out his long shaft and shot a load of cum all over her face). He knew he had both his sister Holly and Krista exactly where he wanted them (i.e. as his future full-time sex slaves) and couldn't wait to get in the house and make them do whatever he wanted . . . right in front of him! He also couldn't wait to see the pictures he had asked Holly to take as proof that Krista had flashed her pert little pointy breasts at an unsuspecting driver . . . as well as the girl's bra which he would add to his collection. Lately he had gotten off by shooting his wad into the cups of these bras he had taken from girls, as he fantasized about the girl's titties and he was certain Krista's would be used the same way, but not before he shot his load into her mouth first. He wondered whether the 8th grader had ever even seen a cock before, let alone having tasted cum. The bus came to a halt in front of his house and he quickly said goodbye to Tammie as he adjusted his cock in his pants and headed towards the front door. He was so confident that his parents were not home, that he zipped down his pants, yanked out his huge cock and balls and entered the house, noticing his sister Holly and Krista sitting on the couch. Krista might have been incredibly embarrassed at the boy exposing himself, had the episode not taken place minutes before, but since she was already hot for his body, she instead marveled at the long throbbing shaft sticking out of his pants when he entered the living room. "Hey Krista . . . what's shaking girl? Were you a good girl on the bus on the way home?" He suddenly realized both she and his sister were dressed somewhat strangely. They both had on their school outfits, except for some reason they were both wearing his powder blue rib tank undershirts with thin straps, instead of their normal white blouses. "She did just exactly what you asked . . . and here is proof," said Holly proudly handing her brother the print she had just created on the computer. Jeff immediately checked out the image of the topless 15-year-old in the picture, and his cock twitched with excitement, knowing shortly he would be inspecting Krista's titties first hand. Little did Jeff know that Uncle Sam was down in the basement with Jeff's confiscated camera, ready to continue his blackmail when the trio headed downstairs. "Excellent!" said Jeff as he continued to look over the picture of Krista. As he inspected the image, he wrapped his hand around is lewdly pointed bare cock and began to loosely wank on it up and down for a few seconds. Krista remained seated on the couch, staring at his actions and very erect shaft. "You should put that thing away! The neighbors might see you," said Holly, also looking down and inspecting his equipment. It was not the first time she had seen his cock . . . in fact lately, he often made her service him with hand jobs and even on rare occasions (usually to get out of trouble) blowjobs. Jeff ignored her comments . . . "Krista, I love your bare titties in this picture! Did you enjoy showing yourself off to that guy? Come on over here and let me give you a kiss, like I promised," he said. Krista stood up, and was still obviously excited by his mere presence in the room. As he turned to greet her, his cock and balls, which were hanging outside of his pants, lewdly swerved back and forth causing her instant attention and mild alarm. She realized her taunt nipples had begun to harden at the sight in front of her, but there was no time to hide her stiff buds. Jeff was almost a foot taller than her as she looked up at the handsome boy. He was equally as turned on by her developing body and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. At the same time, he pulled the 8th grader close to him, allowing his huge naked shaft to press up against her stomach, with the head just barely touching the base of her lemon-shaped titties. Since there was nothing between the two of them, other than the thin boy's undershirt she was wearing, it almost felt like they were rubbing up next to each other NAKED. But this was no simple, "thank you" kiss. Jeff turned his head slightly and eagerly drove his tongue into her mouth. The 15-year-old had never kissed a boy before, let alone with as much passion as he was exhibiting. He continued to grind her tight little ass into him and as his tongue began to wildly twist and turn inside her mouth, he let the tip of his cock rub back and forth between her developing breasts, moving between her small orbs. Next he eagerly pulled up her pleaded school skirt to slip his hand under her panties, but was erotically charged to find out, she wasn't wearing any! His fingers probed her naked skin and mound as his digit headed south toward her moist hole. Holly had sat down on a nearby chair and had to admit watching her brother literally molest her best friend was very arousing! She slipped her own hand in between her legs, under the skirt and began to wildly rub her clit. Krista was moaning louder and louder as she felt Jeff's body slip down about a foot and all of a sudden his throbbing cock was being directed in between her legs. She knew they would have to go downstairs, in order to satisfy the agreement Sam had made with them, so she whispered in his ear: "This is sooooo awesome Jeff! But can we go downstairs? Someone's gonna see us and I will get in a bunch of trouble!" Almost as if the light switch had been thrown, Jeff backed away. He inspected his cock which still had the moisture from between her legs still coated on his shaft. Would this younger girl let him fuck her? Time would tell. But he knew he would at least get her to suck his cock, which was of course, part of the deal. "Cool. Let's all go downstairs and have some fun! Come on girls, let's go." Holly immediately pulled her hand from between her legs and stood alongside her brother. With a 15-year-old nymph on either side of him, he wrapped his arms around both of them, hugging them close. As they began walking, he pulled the undershirt out of Holly's skirt and then simultaneously slipped his hand under both shirts and instantly found two excited titties to squeeze and fondle. As they approached the steps, both girls had closed their eyes as he began to twist and turn their stiff nipples in between his fingers and thumbs. "Rub my cock you little sluts . . . we are going to have more fun than you've ever had before!" he said watching first Holly circle her moist hand around the base of his cock and then Krista do the same thing covering his purple head. With some difficulty the trio navigated their way down the steps frigging each other. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, precum had begun to ooze out of the tip of Jeff's cock . . . as they moved their way over to the couch. "Time to strip off my shirts girls! I want to see four naked titties, right NOW." Both girls were surprised at how fast things were moving and just before sitting down, they winked at each other and slowly . . . and seductively began to pull up their tops. "STOP!" yelled Jeff, suddenly getting a better idea. He pulled over a small stool and pointed to Krista. "Let Holly take off your top, and get up on this!" "You are one horny guy," said Holly as she mischievously slipped her fingers under the front of Krista's top and using her thumbs, began to pull the garment up past her breasts as she focused on her nipples poking out the front of the shirt. Deliberately keeping her thumbs out, she made sure to diddle the girl's nipples as she moved past them, making Krista giggle with embarrassment. She knew how this felt on her own body and slowly manipulated her friends bud's and then slipped the garment over her head. As she tossed the top aside, she exposed the slight swell of the underside of her breasts. Krista was beet red being topless in front of the middle school boy, but since his cock was sporting a huge hard-on, it didn't seem to matter. "Very nice," said Jeff moving in front of the young girl, closely examining her breasts. He reached up and wiggled his thumbs across her nipples, much like his sister had done, and marveled at the stiff buds. Since she had been elevated on the small stool, her titties were right in front of his face, and without asking permission he leaned across and immediately captured one of her breasts inside his mouth and began to wiggle and generally tongue her breasts. It happened so quickly that Krista almost fell off the stool with excitement. Where had this boy learned how to do this, she thought? Soon her entire lemon-shaped breast was inside his mouth as he continued the assault on her sensitive nipple. After a few minutes, Krista felt her juices begin to trickle down her legs, and she began to become even more aroused. Jeff moved his mouth away from her titties for a brief second and then said, "Someone forgot to wear their panties today, huh?" and then as he switched breasts, Krista's hips moved as she felt the boys quivering fingers, lift her skirt and slowly navigate over to the space between her legs. This was a new experience for both she and he as Jeff deliberately stuck out his middle finger and traced the entrance to her love canal. With eyes wide open, Krista said, "Ohhhhhhhhh Jeff . . . you shouldn't do that!" but did nothing to stop his probing tentacle. Soon he was discovering her hairless twat and playfully began to wiggle the clit he knew was the center of the girl's desire. He was noticeably aroused finding her so wet, that he slowly, buried his finger inside her crevice, twisting and turning it to add more pleasure. Soon he concentrated on just her clit, and pretty soon her body began to quiver and shake with an intense orgasm. She was so surprised at the boy's expertise that she began to buck her little hips back and forth, driving his finger deeper into her pussy an inch or so at a time. Her scent began to fill the air, and a silent Uncle Sam aimed the camera and let the first picture transfer itself to the digital membrane of the camera, beginning his blackmail adventure. Luckily, with Krista's moaning, the shutter was not heard. She could not believe what was happening, as her body shook all over . . . as her orgasm continued to electrify her body. After a few minutes, Jeff slowly stopped sucking on her tits and withdrew his finger from her pussy. "And that is just the beginning," he said as he looked at the 15-year-old girl, and kissed her on the lips. He was tempted to have her take off ALL her clothes, but elected to wait until he was done forcing his sister's clothes off instead. Meanwhile Uncle Sam, hiding in the next room had taken out his long shaft and eagerly waited to see what this middle school boy had next in mind as he began to work his 10"cock. "Okay Holly . . . you're next. But I must admit you look a hell of a lot better in this skinny top than I do . . . What made you guys change into these?" he said placing his hands over her small breasts and then ever so gradually opening up his fingers so that her stiff nipples slipped in between. He playfully squeezed his fingers together, adding pressure to her stiff buds, knowing they would spike up and get her more excited. "We thought you might like us in these little tops, especially without anything on underneath," she said beginning to get aroused by her brothers' magic fingers. Her parents had never seen them "fool around" before, but ever since Holly began developing titties, Jeff had a hard time keeping his hands off them. And lately he made her walk around the house in nothing more than a pair of panties while they were home alone. Yesterday they had found one of her daddy's porno tapes hidden on a shelf in the basement and they both stripped down to their undies and masturbated in front of each other while watching the flick. She couldn't believe her daddy got off on videos about girls her own age . . . it must be hereditary. "I do . . . and it’s time for Krista to take off your top while I sit here in this comfortable chair and watch", he said scooting the stool aside and sitting in a nearby recliner. Uncle Sam was hoping he would choose that seat since it was facing away from his hiding spot and he could move closer to the action without being detected. Krista turned slightly sideways so that both Jeff and Uncle Sam could see the action better. She moved closer to Holly and slipped her hands down past her ribs to the base of the shirt. She moved somewhat closer to get more leverage and slowly the light blue shirt began to rise . . . first showing her bare stomach and then a small lump of skin which turned out to be the base of Holly's titties. Although the girls had slept over at each other’s house before, this was the first time Krista had seen her friend's naked breasts and when they came into view, she paused for a moment to inspect them more closely. Looking like a pair of firm delicious apples, Holly's breasts were now fully exposed and as Krista was bringing the top over her friend's head for a brief moment their tits touched, sending a bolt of excitement throughout their bodies. There in front of Jeff were his sister's naked girl breasts. Yes, Naked. And Perfect. Although they were somewhat small, they seemed a perfect handful, smooth, firm and milky white. Her nipples were tiny dots, taunt and erect. In the exact center of each upturned breast, they had the effect of making the small orbs look larger on her tiny frame. As he stared at her beautiful tits, his cock sprang to attention even more, if that was possible. Both Jeff and Sam were caught up in this vision of innocence, and they both grabbed their cocks at the same time. Two 15-year-olds developing pointed breasts touching each other couldn't have been more erotic, and Jeff decided to exploit this for a few moments more. Krista tossed the top on the floor and looked at her friend. "You girls are tooooo much! I think I need to see that again. Put your hands at your sides and rub your titties together for me. I know you'll like it!" The girls both turned red with embarrassment AND excitement, but secretly they both had enjoyed their sudden tittie touch seconds earlier, and the thought of prolonging this experience was very arousing. Holly took the lead and aimed her nipples so that they would come into direct contact with Krista's and soon that union caused instant excitement between their legs, for both girls. Both girls leaned forward and sandwiched each other’s breasts against each other as they felt their stiff nipples generate a warm spark of energy that shot right down to their bare electrified pussies. This nipple touching continued for several minutes as Jeff yanked on his cock while watching. He wondered how far he could get the girls to go, without them becoming homophobic towards each other. "Rub each other’s pussies while you keep doing that. I know you'll love it!" "Jeff . . . you watch WAY too much porno . Why would I want to do that?" asked Holly, still rubbing her tits against her friend's chest. But before he could respond, she felt Krista's fingers move down her bare tummy . . . and then further down past the pleaded skirt to the bottom of the garment. Then slowly underneath back upwards towards the intersection between her legs and then . . . as her breathing began to increase . . . Krista's fingers were eagerly rubbing her moist hot pussy. Krista's fingers felt the lips of Holly's twat below the triangle of her pubic mound. Her lips were small and tight and they parted slightly to reveal a pearly pink inside, but that was something only Jeff could stare at from his vantage point. Although against her moral code, Holly wasted no time and began to finger fuck her best friend's pussy as well, probing with her extended finger into Krista's moist hole. In and out she jammed her finger, loving the role of the aggressor and knowing she would be given the same treatment back. Now two hairless pussies were on display . . . and Jeff knew he would shoot his load if he kept wanking on his magic wand much longer. "My turn!" he announced, as he pointed to the floor on either side of him, encouraging the 15-year-olds to kneel on either side of him as he scooted slightly forward in the chair so that his throbbing organ could be serviced by both sweet mouths at the same time. The girls reluctantly paused, with all four nipples at full attention and both pussy boxes energized with indecent foreplay. "Down on your knees and it’s time to SUCK COCK!" Krista might have been unsure of herself had Sam not already provided lessons but she was actually thirsty to taste Jeff's cum. She didn't waste any time. She reached out and took hold of his cock with one hand and leaned toward him. Her soft lips touched the tip of his cock and it throbbed. She looked up at Jeff and smiled. Then staring into his eyes, her lips parted and her head moved back downward. The end of his cock slipped between her pink lips and into her mouth. She paused with just the purple tip inside. He could feel her tongue circle the head . . . and travel around and around, just like Sam had taught her. Then she pulled back and released her hand from around his cock and winked at Holly who had been watching her intently. "My turn," said Holly as her pink tongue left her mouth and began to flick across the shiny head of his cock Krista had left her. She then placed her hand around his shaft at the base and started licking up and down his joy stick. Her hand began to move up and down gently, jerking him slowly. Sam had moved to within a few feet of the back of the chair and could not believe what he was watching. Jeff was receiving one of the best tandem blowjobs he had ever seen! After a few minutes, Holly began to speed up, knowing what he liked. Her brother started to moan at the incredible feeling. Her fingers held his shaft tightly and began to pump up and down. Her head bobbed faster. At this speed she couldn't take him in as deeply and used her hand to cover the exposed part of his cock. She worked her hand in time with her lips. Although his eyes told him that only half of his cock was between her lips, it felt like she was swallowing the entire length each time her head bobbed forward. He looked up at Krista watching his sister swallow his cock. He concentrated on her bare titties as his sister put the final touches on an unstoppable geyser of hot cum. Krista's pert breasts were perfectly formed. Firm and upright. A small but perfect handful just begging to be cupped in the palm of his hand as he reached out and captured both her breasts. Her nipples were just bursting to be pinched and twisted. But his cum was boiling and ready to burst. He began to pant and moan. Krista leaned closer wanting to watch him shoot his stuff and as he let go of her tits . . . now just inches from the tip of his cock and he began to spasm. Holly moved her mouth off of his shaft, but kept ramming her hand up and down until his cum gushed out. And not just a spurt! Three long continuous ropes of cum were aimed at Krista's face and then slightly lower towards her breasts as a long sticky stream of hot cum splashed across her chest. In the background Sam had zipped up his pants and he quickly made himself presentable. He instantly moved in front of the chair where Jeff was being serviced and aiming carefully snapped a perfect picture of the trio fornicating in all their glory. "What the fuck!!!!" yelled Jeff, his cock still shooting cum, except this time Holly had aimed it up into her own mouth and she quickly gulped down the last traces of her brother's juices. Krista pretended to cover up her perky tits, to go along with Sam's plan, but she was still fascinated by the long streams of cum all over her body. "Jeff you are busted!" yelled Sam moving closer to the startled boy. Holly placed her arm across her breasts as well, trying her best to look surprised and worried. "What for?" asked Jeff, his cock now shrinking back to normal size. "Statutory rape. And I have the evidence right here," said Sam pointing to the camera. Jeff suddenly became silent. He knew about statutory rape, but had never dreamed he would be caught in a situation like this one. He and Sam argued back and forth for several minutes until Jeff knew he was beaten. Sam excused the girls to get cleaned up and they sprinted upstairs leaving the two guys together. "Are you going to call the cops?" he asked, pulling up his pants. "I should . . . and you know it . . . but I am a business man and maybe you and the girls can work your way out of this thing. Go upstairs, take a shower and be back here in 10 minutes."

-------- Part 1 -------- Living in a cramped apartment wasn’t easy, and as a girl, sharing almost every aspect of my life was tremendously complicated. Since we lived in the downtown area of a large city, space was hard to come by; my mother, my sister, and I had to share two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a small living room that had a kitchen attached as an after-thought. The bathroom was disgraceful, each of us our own sets of makeup, our own razors, our own shampoos, our own towels, etc. Everything always got mixed up, and my sister would often use my stuff, whether intentionally or not. Worst of all, though, I had to share a crowded bedroom with my younger sister, Rebecca, or Becca for short. We usually got along well, but the notion of having very little privacy often infuriated me. In addition to having to wait for the bathroom’s vacancy, I couldn’t look at the computer without the fear of someone peering over my shoulder, and I couldn’t change clothes without waiting until someone left the room, and I couldn’t play with myself at night without the anxiety of my sister hearing the commotion. Becca was a cute girl, and she was growing nicely into a woman’s body. She ran track for the school, so she had a healthy frame with a flat tummy, and her shaven legs had a modest muscle tone. Her hips were maturing into the ideal hourglass figure, and she boasted beautifully shaped breasts. Her light brown hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail, reached to her shoulders. She wore makeup lightly, and she had an earring in each ear. Her face was flawless, and her skin was smooth. When she smiled, she showed off her adorable dimples and her pearly teeth. Overall, Becca was becoming quite a head-turner. I, too, took pride in myself. My body was similar to Becca’s, except that my hair was a darker shade of brown, and my breasts were slightly bigger. But even in an all-girl family, and even though we were all very attractive, we were very asexual; apart from when we first got our periods, Mom never talked about sex in any capacity. Mom never discussed boys, condoms, masturbation, etc. Also, Becca and I never discussed anything either, and even when we changed clothes, we did it in privacy because we never felt comfortable seeing each other naked. Indeed, life was tough in the small apartment, but I managed to survive. One day, however, our sisterly relationship began to change. Becca and I had come into the apartment after having visited the community pool. We wore bikinis, and there were several cute boys around outside that made me horny. It didn’t take a lot to arouse me, and I felt the need to touch myself daily. I just assumed my horniness was a normal part of being a girl. “Hey, Becca,” I said. “Yeah,” she replied in her soft, cute voice as she dried her hair. I joked, “I think that boy was staring at you.” She blushed. “What?” “Yeah, you know,” I continued. “How do you know he wasn’t staring at you,” she retorted with a cheeky grin. I smiled. As much as I was interested in the cute boys, Becca, too, was fabulous. She wore a bikini, which was enough to shroud her private areas but also showcased her figure fairly well. In fact, her top even revealed some of her sideboob, which I had caught myself gazing at. Becca’s body often fascinated me. Even though I was more mature than her, she was a stunning girl, and I often scolded myself for thinking such thoughts about my sister. “I’m going to take a shower,” I said. “Okay,” Becca replied. “I’ll change in the bedroom.” I nodded and walked into the bathroom. In the bathroom, I stripped naked and turned on the water. I loved taking showers; it was the only time I had to enjoy my privacy. My favorite thing to do was sit on the floor of the tub with the showerhead against my pussy. Often, I could cum in fewer than three minutes, so I assumed that nobody would suspect what I was doing. On this particular day, I had every intention of doing the same thing. But as I tried to step under the water, it was bone-chilling cold. I waited a few more minutes, but the water was unbearably frigid. I tried to walk under it, but my body couldn’t handle the chill. I turned the water off and put my clothes back on. Becca was sitting on the couch in the living room. “Becca,” I said. “Yeah?” she replied. I said, “The water isn’t working.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “It won’t get hot,” I replied. “Tell Mom,” Becca answered. “She just got here.” Mom, after hearing Becca say her name, poked her head out of her bedroom. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “The water won’t get hot,” I said. She rolled her eyes and went to check for herself. Likewise, she came out after a few minutes and said, “You’re right.” After a five-minute conversation with the landlord, it became evident that I wasn’t going to be able to take a shower that day, and that I was going to have to wait until tomorrow to satisfy my teenaged hormones. I thought about fingering myself on the toilet, but that would’ve been too noisy, and it always took more time to use my fingers than it did with the showerhead. Perhaps my sex drive was higher than most girls, or maybe not. I was in the mood to play with myself, but since I was unable to, I was horny for the rest of the day. But Becca was doing homework in the bedroom for most of the night, and then she just sat on her computer. Mom always occupied the TV in the living room. There was no place for my privacy. Becca even made it worse; she wore a low-cut tank top without a bra, advertising a bit of her cleavage. I tried to ignore things like that, especially since it was my sister, but sometimes I had trouble. In order to relieve myself, I decided that I was going to wait until Becca had fallen asleep, then I was going to play with my pussy right next to her. It was risky, but it was the only way I knew how to alleviate my sexual tension without drawing suspicion to myself by sitting noisily on the toilet. Around 11:00 p.m., Becca was still on her computer when I walked into the bedroom. I asked, “Are you ready for bed?” Becca nodded. She put her computer down and started removing her items from the top of the covers, and then she took off her jeans; she always wore a pair of panties to sleep in. This night, in particular, she wore a light green pair. “Are you tired?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘yes.’ “I guess so,” she replied. We shared a bed, which took up most of the room. On either side of the bed there was only about a foot of space, and at the front of the bedroom, there was a desk and two dressers. There wasn’t room for enough space for two beds, but we didn’t mind sharing since the bed was large, and neither of us tossed and turned too much during the night. Becca climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin and cuddled herself. “Good night,” I said. Becca whispered, “Good night.” I climbed in bed beside Becca, but there was still a considerable amount of space between us. Since I had lain on my left side, I was facing her direction to watch for her to fall asleep. The room was dimly lit by the streetlight outside, enough so that I could see everything in the room with a minimal level of detail. I wanted to play with myself, but I had to wait for Becca to fall asleep. Normally, I was a heavy sleeper who dozed off fairly quickly. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t control my horniness; thinking about it all day had only made it worse. Becca, though, wasn’t falling asleep. She lay on her back twirling her fingers in the air, biting her nails occasionally. I began getting frustrated. I lay still, though, fearing that I would only keep her awake if I moved. Eventually, she stopped playing with her hands and slipped them under the covers. After having lain in bed for nearly thirty minutes, and just as I thought she was close to falling asleep, Becca softly cleared her throat and took a deep breath. She shifted a little so that her body was in a new position; she lay on her back, but she bent her knees. Through the dim light of the bedroom, I could see the figure of her body. Of course, her face and neck were uncovered, but the rest of her body lay beneath the blankets. Under the covers, I saw the hill that her breasts made followed by the valley created by her stomach, which was overshadowed by the mountain her knees had produced. Perhaps she was uncomfortable or unable to sleep. For a few moments, Becca didn’t do much of anything other than lie still. My eyes were open, squinted rather than fully open. She kept glancing at me, but I suspected that she couldn’t tell that my eyes weren’t closed. Suddenly, I noticed something small wiggling in the valley of her blanket, just above where her pussy would be. Slowly, the blanket moved up and down over her waist as if she were slowly rubbing her pussy. She was very calm, though, and the rubbing moved without haste. I couldn’t tell if she was fingering herself or if she was simply twirling her thumbs as she had been doing earlier. Nonetheless, I became intrigued, and my heart started to pump furiously at the slight implication that my little sister might have been playing with herself. A few more moments passed, and I observed every motion she made. Her face was still, and she breathed regularly, but the slow motion under her blanket was steady. Momentarily, she stopped. She looked around the room, even glancing at me for a few seconds, presumably to see if my eyes were opened or closed. I guess she couldn’t see my peeking, and the movement beneath her blanket continued, but it had become more vivid. But still, the movement was slow, and Becca was otherwise motionless. My heart continued to race as if it expected me to run a marathon. I tried to control my breathing to pretend that I was asleep, but my pounding heart made it difficult to relax. Evidently, though, Becca didn’t notice my silent panic, because the movement under the blanket continued. Abruptly, the movement quickened, and now it was accompanied by a sound. The sound was likely from her hand either rubbing against her panties or the blanket. It was now clear to me that she was rubbing her pussy, and my heart started beating harder than before; the thumping was so hard that I could feel it in my head. I couldn’t believe that watching my sister pleasure herself. The mound her hand created under the blanket was moving faster, and Becca was no longer perfectly still as it must’ve started to feel good. In the shadows, I saw her lips tighten as she became more focused. Her chest began to move the blanket up and down faster as her breathing accelerated. Her knees started to sway back and forth ever so slightly. All the while, her hand movement over her pussy became louder and noisier. Already, I had became hornier than I had ever been in my life; I felt an intense tingling sensation in my pussy, and I felt it growing wetter and wetter. While the movement under Becca’s blanket remained consistent, and the fapping noise against the fabric remained unchanged, the slight sound of wetness filled the air. It was soft, but I could hear her fingers sliding up and down her pussy aided by its juices. It sounded like her hand was moving with greater ease as the juices made her pussy slipperier. Becca’s mouth started to change shapes; she varied between having it open and having it closed, and sometimes she clinched her teeth. Her rubbing became even quicker, and the fapping noises amplified. Her breathing became obviously strained, and it was clear that she was about to cum. She started making cute noises, but she obviously tried to hold back the volume. Occasionally, she uttered a hollow ‘ugh’ sound, or sometimes a breathy sigh. The harder and faster she rubbed herself, the wetter I heard her pussy become, and the wetter I felt mine grow. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, and my heart couldn’t take any more excitement. I felt like I was about to have a stroke from the immense amount of pressure the thrill created. But I lay as still as possible, and I tried my best to fake my sleep. In many senses, I was terrified to move; just one squirm or maneuver could cause Becca to stop altogether. And at this point, Becca was close to cumming, so close that she started squirming. Faster and faster her hand moved, and louder her fapping became. Her heavy breathing and breathy moans contributed to the noises of her pleasure. Her hips started to shift in the bed, and her chest rose and fell quickly now as she was close to cumming. Her knees started to wiggle back and forth under the blanket, and her mouth continued to vary between open and closed. Finally, Becca placed her left hand behind her head and clenched the pillow. She took one last gasp of air and then started shaking beneath the covers. She was cumming. As the pleasure resounded throughout her body, her head ducked forward, then back. With every wave of pleasure that shot across her body, she ducked her head forward again, then back. Her face continued to twitch, and her knees shook back and forth. Her hand stopped moving, but perhaps the pleasure was too much for her to handle. She sounded like she wanted to moan, but the only sound that came out was a voiceless gag. Her body finished convulsing, and she lay still. For a few moments, she lay with her knees in the air, panting, trying to catch her breath. Once she was relaxed, she was ready to sleep. She pulled her hand from under the covers, and I heard her panties’ elastic band pop against her skin. She put her fingers to her nose and smelled them. To conclude the day, she rolled onto her side, facing away from me, and fell asleep. I was in awe, and mixed emotions were bouncing around my brain. My heartbeat was so incredibly intense that I had trouble breathing. How could I have been so infatuated with my sister? Why did she make me so wet? Does she do this every night? These were the questions I pondered as Becca drifted to sleep. She must’ve cum so hard that her body was exhausted. Becca fell asleep almost immediately after she rolled over. At last, I could relieve myself. I rolled onto my back, and then looked toward Becca again just to make sure that I had not disturbed her. I slipped my hand under my pajama bottoms; my pussy was wetter than I had ever felt it before. Slowly, I started rubbing circles around my pussy, spreading my juices all around. Briefly, I took my fingers out and played with the goo on my fingers. It was warm, sticky, and slimy. I smelled it just like my sister did with hers. My hand sneaked under my bottoms again, and I started to finger myself. It felt good, and the already-present tingling feeling immediately grew stronger. My slow rubbing only lasted for a few seconds. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, so I started rubbing my pussy with a serious amount of furry. My lady fapping was loud, but Becca was asleep. Even if she could hear me, the thought of her listening to me excited me even more. I rubbed myself so hard and so fast I felt like I was going to cum in less than a minute. Then I started to use my fingers like a cock; I took two fingers and plunged them inside of myself. I wiggled them around, and then started pumping them in and out. My pussy was so wet that it sounded like my fingers were wiggling around in a jar of jam. I was loud, but I didn’t care, and I kept going. The pleasure was so great that I could not have stopped even if I wanted to. My body was taken captive by this gratifying feeling. I felt myself about to cum, and before the orgasm even hit, I knew it was going to be better than any other I had in my life. The pleasure spread throughout my body until every part of me was tingling with satisfaction. Suddenly, I started to cum, and my body shook so violently that I would have woken Becca if she weren’t a heavy sleeper. I shoved a pillow in my mouth to keep myself from screaming, and my legs wriggled all around the base of the bed. I started squirting in my pajama bottoms, and I was unable to breathe because the pleasure was so intense. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and continued to allow the torrent of satisfaction to swell throughout me. Eventually, such pleasure retreated, and I was left with my hollow body, dizzy and breathless from my cumming. I lay still, but I could see my breasts rising and falling quickly with every inhale and exhale. Gradually, though, as I relaxed, my breath returned to normal, and I lay destroyed like an island paradise after a hurricane. I felt my pajama pants, and they were soaked. I had never squirted before, and I was somewhat proud of myself. I felt my pussy, and the juices had leaked all the way down so that it was dripping toward my ass. Initially, the juices made my crotch feel warm, but as time passed, it became cool. I didn’t care, though; it was a fantastic feeling. I looked toward Becca, as still as a rock, and she hadn’t moved. I rolled over and fell asleep. The next morning, I heard a banging at the door. “Time to get up!” Mom shouted. “Caitlin, Becca! Get up!” “Okay,” I replied as I sat up. Mom peeked her head in the door. “Why’d I have to say it five times?” she asked. I shrugged my shoulder. I was in such a deep sleep that my body didn’t want to wake up. Mom left the room, and I looked at my pants, which were dry by that point. I looked at Becca who was still asleep. I stared for a few minutes, but then I decided to wake her. “Becca,” I whispered. She didn’t hear me. “Becca,” I said in a louder voice while tapping her on the shoulder. “Huh?” she mumbled as she lifted up her head. She looked dazed and confused like she had slept very well. “Time to get up,” I said. She replied, “Okay,” but put her head back on the pillow. “Becca,” I said again while giggling, “get up.” Finally, she lifted herself up and sat crisscrossed next to me. Her eyes were heavy, and her speech was slow. The blankets rested around her waist. “Did you sleep good,” I asked. She nodded while she rubbed her eyes and yawned. Mom opened the door and came into the room again. “Mrs. Ford next door said you can take a quick shower over there.” “Okay,” I said. I asked Becca, “Do you want to go first, or me?” “I’ll go,” she said. She climbed out of bed, and I caught a decent glimpse of her crotch as she spread her legs to stand up. I had seen her in her panties before, but this time was different. Even as she was collecting her clothes, I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her body was beautiful, and her legs were fantastic. But her crotch was hidden by a delicate piece of clothing. When Becca left the room, I stayed seated on the bed. My mind replayed what had happened during the night, and I already felt myself growing wet again. I tried to suppress the thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. Never had I considered my sister as a sexual being. I had always subconsciously wondered if she ever played with herself, and what she truly looked like without any clothes, but I didn’t really care since that was her business. But now that I had watched her cum, I couldn’t keep my mind off of her. When my time came to take a shower, I gathered my things and went across the hall to Mrs. Ford’s apartment. When I had dressed and returned to our apartment, Becca was gone. “Where’s Becca?” I asked Mom. “Carly came over, and they started walking early,” Mom replied. “Okay,” I said as I headed into the bedroom. Mom stopped me, “Hey, there’s a plumber fixing the shower today. He should be here when you’re at school.” “Cool,” I said. I closed the bedroom door behind me. Immediately, I noticed Becca’s clothes on the floor in a pile. Out of curiosity, I picked up her panties. They had a stain in front of where her pussy was. I gave them a sniff, and they smelled just like my pussy goo had smelled the night before. Realizing what I was doing, I quickly tossed them aside and felt guilty again. During school, all I could think about was Becca playing with herself the night before. As a result, I was horny all day long, and I couldn’t wait to get home and find enough privacy to relieve myself. After school, my basketball practice had been cancelled because the coach was ill. The cancellation assuaged my fear of having to go a couple of more hours being ridiculously horny. I felt the need to scolded myself for thinking of Becca in a sexual way. It didn’t seem right or natural, but I couldn’t help it. During the entire walk home, I continued to think about what Becca had done last night and the amazing, squirting orgasm that it had caused me to have. When I got home, I was alone. Becca was running for the track team, and Mom must’ve been at the store or something. I put my book bag down and immediately went into the bathroom. I turned the shower water on, and then I peed. While the water warmed, I looked at my panties, which had a wet spot on the front about the size of a golf ball. I was unbelievably horny, and to my delight, the water heater had been fixed, and the shower was steaming. I stepped under the hot water and detached the showerhead straightaway. I sat in the middle of the tub as far back as the hose would reach. I spread my legs as far as I could, and I placed the spout against my pussy. Right away, I didn’t feel much. I moved the showerhead farther away from my pussy, then closer until I found the perfect position. Then it felt heavenly. I leaned back so that my body rested on my left arm while my right arm held the showerhead. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the boys from the pool that I usually thought about. I couldn’t though; my mind kept returning to Becca. I tried to picture a cute boy jerking his hard cock, maybe cumming on himself, but all I could think about was what Becca would look like if she were fingering herself totally naked. After a battle of imagination in my mind, Becca won, and she was all I focused on. As the pleasure grew, I cared less about my self-established morality about how I was lusting after my younger sister and more on the soon-to-explode orgasm. With the showerhead, it never took me long to cum. The tingling feeling spread from my pelvic region to the rest of my body until my muscles tightened. It had been less than a minute before I started to cum. As I came, I tried my best to be quiet, but I breathed loudly. My toes curled, and my left hand balled into a fist. The orgasm was sweet and gentle, but certainly not as ravaging as the night before. I threw the showerhead to the side and rested my head on my knees. After a few moments, though, I realized I wasn’t done. It was rare that I ever attempted to have multiple orgasms, but I thought I’d go for it. I leaned back again as I did earlier, and returned the showerhead to my pussy. Immediately, the pleasure came back, and I thought about Becca. I imagined Becca watching while fingering herself. Again, the tingling gratification ravaged around my body. Before long, I started to cum for the second time. I gasped, and my knees closed and squeezed against each other, trapping the showerhead and my hand between. My body briefly shook, but then I had to back up and toss aside the spout because the pleasure was too intense. The second orgasm was better than the first, but I wanted more; I wanted to cum like I had last night. For the third time, I placed the showerhead against my pussy, and in fewer than 20 seconds, I started to cum. This time, which perhaps occurred with record quickness, was so strong that I had to cover my mouth with my left hand, and my entire body twitched as waves of pleasure coursed through my veins. I turned the water away as the pleasure was too much to bear, but once my pussy had recovered from the water’s attack, I tried again; I wanted so badly to repeat the potentially untwinable orgasm I had the night before. I tried for a fourth orgasm, and my pussy was so raw and sensitive I could hardly take it. I breathed hard and deep, and before I even started cumming, my body bounced up and down like never before. I leaned my head backward so that I faced the ceiling, although my eyes were closed. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and I let out a moan of considerable volume as I started to cum for the fourth time. My body shook with such violence that I almost fell backward. Again, the orgasm was too much for my pussy to handle, and I threw the showerhead aside. I quickly turned the water off, but I remained seated for a few moments, catching my breathing, thinking about what I had done. Not only was I ashamed at myself for thinking of my little sister the entire time, but also I was nervous that I had moaned so loud that, if someone had come home without my knowing it, they surely would have heard my pleasure. I stood up, dried myself off, wrapped myself in the towel, and peeked out the bathroom. Without actually exiting, I shouted, “Mom!” After no answer, I said, “Becca!” Still, there was no response, so I knew I was home alone. In the bedroom, still naked, I sat on the edge of our bed. I was disgusted with myself, and while it had only been a day, I became increasingly worried about my thoughts. I thought playing with myself would’ve cleared my mind, but it only made things worse. Even though I came four times, which was my all-time record, I still couldn’t shake my lustful thoughts. Later that night as Becca and I prepared for bed, I became horny all over again, simply by thinking about what Becca might do once she thinks I’m asleep. She sat against the backboard of the bed staring at her phone. Her legs were spread, and the shape of her pussy was perfectly pronounced by her underwear. I tried to look away, but I saw my sister differently than I had until last night; before, she was my little sister. Now, however, she was a beautiful girl, soon-to-be woman, who enjoyed exploring her body when she thought she was alone. To calm my mind, I tried to start a conversation: “So, what did you do today?” “Nothing, except school and practice,” she replied in her soft voice without lifting her head from her phone. “Oh,” I said. “What are you doing tomorrow?” I asked. Becca glanced at me and shrugged her shoulders, then went back to her phone. Evidently, she wasn’t interested in having a conversation with me. After a few moments passed, I said, “I’m going to bed now.” Becca replied, “Okay.” I crawled under the covers, and Becca followed not too much later; she turned off the light and lay beside me. Very quickly, all of the negative thoughts I had throughout the day vanished. My disgust and anguish that tormented me for lusting after my sister had disappeared. I was suddenly ready to have a repeat of the night before. I lay on my side, perched to watch Becca pleasure herself for the second night in a row. I didn’t know if she would, but I didn’t want to miss anything. After having lain motionless for thirty minutes, Becca lifted her knees just as she had the last night, and before long, there spawned a gentle movement above her pussy. My already-fast-pounding heart pounded harder, and my unbearable anticipation was relieved. Just like the last night, Becca lay still, but as the movement under the blanket accelerated, her mouth started to move, and her chest began rising and falling more quickly. As Becca continued to finger herself, I felt myself growing extremely wet. The movement under Becca’s blanket quickened so that the fapping noises filled the air. Finally, she came harder than the night before: her hips sunk into the mattress and her breasts elevated into the air. Her knees flattened, and her feet swirled in circles. She breathed heavily, and she tried her hardest to keep from moaning. After she stopped cumming, she smelled her fingers and then rolled onto her side. Of course, just as the night before, I was hornier than imaginable. Once Becca was asleep, I fingered myself so furiously that squishing sounds filled the room and probably could’ve been heard outside of the bedroom. When I started to cum, my legs shook, and I squirted for the second night in a row. Exhausted and relieved, I rolled over and fell asleep. The next morning, Saturday, I woke up naturally. Lying on her stomach, Becca was still asleep. But I had pulled the blanket during my sleep, and Becca’s ass was exposed to the room. Her panties did little to cover her smooth, rounded butt, and I couldn’t keep from staring. Suddenly, though, I remembered that Becca was my sister, and I began scolding myself for my lustful thoughts. For the remainder of the day, I felt remorse and guilt. I knew that Becca was cute, attractive, and in many cases, irresistible, but she was my sister. I couldn’t rationalize being turned on by her body. Such were my emotions for next eight days; every night was a repeat of the night before, beginning with my waiting for Becca to pleasure herself, and ending with my fingering myself and squirting in my pajamas. The practice of listening to her masturbating had quickly become a routine. And I quickly adopted two faces: during the day, I was shameful of my lustful thoughts, and I had considered talking to a counselor or something about it. During the night, however, my guilt in its entirety disappeared, and I became a sexual being who craved watching Becca rub her pussy. I was stuck between two worlds of emotions, and I wasn’t sure how to handle them. I was becoming terrified of myself, fearing that I was going to become a creep or a monster, and I considered that if Becca ever found out what I was doing, she would never speak to me again. On the ninth day after I had first watched Becca play with herself, I promised myself that I was going to go to bed before Becca, and if I couldn’t fall asleep, I was going to toss and turn so much so that she would know that I wasn’t asleep. It came time for bed, though, and my ugly nighttime persona reared its ugly head. As we lay under the covers, I made the on-the-spot decision to take my sexual gratification one step further: I wanted to reverse the roles and let her watch me. I was terrified, and again, my heart thumped so hard and fast that I could hardly think. I tossed and turned to make it look like I was having trouble sleeping. All the while, Becca lay still waiting for me to drift to sleep so that she could touch herself. About twenty minutes after we went to bed, which was before Becca would have normally started rubbing herself, I slid my pajama bottoms to my ankles and off of my legs. Not only was I going to finger myself for Becca to see and hear, I was going to be entirely bottomless. I faced the dark ceiling. This night, though, was a full moon, so the room was more illuminated than it had been the past week. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Becca was also looking straight at the ceiling. I spread my legs apart but didn’t prop my knees up as Becca had done. Instead, I lay them flat so she could definitely see my hand moving under the blanket. My pussy was already soaking wet, and I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life. I didn’t know if she was watching me yet, but I started to slowly rub myself. I took one finger and slid it up and down the slit of my pussy. The wetness allowed my finger to move with ease, and I was so horny that even one finger made a soppy-wet noise. It felt amazing, by my nervousness made it impossible to focus on the pleasure. I thought that it wasn’t too late to give up and go to sleep. For a moment, I almost quit. I even started to lean downward to put my bottoms back on. I continued, though, and I wanted Becca to see and hear everything, but without her knowing that I was doing it on purpose. Next, I took four fingers and rubbed them up and down against my pussy. Before long, my fingers were soaked, and the wet noises grew louder than before. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the figure of Becca’s head turn toward me. I almost panicked; I knew for sure that she was watching, and now I just had to perform my act. I rubbed myself faster; my fapping became louder as the pleasure intensified. Though I had never been watched before, the more the satisfaction grew, the less nervous I became. I started rocking my hips ever so slightly, and my breathing became noticeably louder. I even started playing with my breasts with my left hand, sliding my cold hand under my loose t-shirt and fondling my hard nipples. I stopped rubbing myself for a moment to rest my hand. I could still see that Becca had not moved, that she was still staring in my direction. I inserted two fingers inside of my pussy and started to slowly slide them in and out. The friction felt fantastic, and my soppiness became even louder. My heart was ready to jump out of my chest. As the pleasure grew and spread to other parts of my body, I rocked my hips more than before, and I increased the speed of my finger fucking. I bit my bottom lip, and I closed my eyes. I could feel that I was getting ready to cum. With my left hand, I clinched the pillow beneath my head. As my hips continued to rock faintly, my legs started to wiggle back and forth, pulling the blanket a little. I was now fingering myself so fast and hard that the noise was unbelievably loud, and Becca was hearing every bit of it. Finally, I started to cum. The tingling sensation erupted through my body, and I convulsed. I breathed heavily and loudly, and my legs bounced all over the place. As I had the nights before, I felt myself squirting all over the place, but this time, I wasn’t wearing pajamas. The warm liquid that shot from my horny pussy spattered onto my legs, the blanket, and the bed sheets. But quickly, the pleasure rushed out of my body and left me fatigued. I lay without motion aside from my fast breathing. Then I took my hand, covered in cum, and wiped it on the bed sheets to the left of my head. I rolled toward Becca and pretended to sleep. Becca was frozen for several minutes, and I don’t think she believed what she saw and heard. But once my breathing returned to a normal pace and volume, and once I ceased to move, I suppose she thought I had fallen asleep. She slowly moved her body and looked me in the eye. I squinted though, and the room was too dark for her to tell that I could still see. Then she leaned toward me and touched the sheet where I had wiped my fingers. She rubbed her hand across the sheet, and she must’ve been curious with my girly goo. She smelled it, and she even played with it for a few moments. Before long, though, I could hear her slide her panties to her ankles. She spread her legs, not so that her knees were in the air, but so that the bottoms of her feet were pressed against each other. She started fingering her already-wet pussy; she sounded wetter than any of the nights before. After about 20 seconds of her fingering, she started panting like a dog, and she started squirming beneath the pleasure. As she continued to play with herself, her legs moved from side to side, and her mouth was wide open the entire time. To my surprise, she started to cum in less than one minute after she started. I must’ve really set her off. She shook like she was having a seizure, and while she was talented enough to keep from moaning, she exhaled like she had something stuck in her throat. She fingered herself so hard that her legs raised her body into the air, and the blanket slipped and fell to the bed. I could see her hand pleasuring her pussy, but only the shadowy outline. As her pleasure subsided, her legs gave out, and her body fell back to the bed. Her hand stopped moving, but she continued to squirm for several seconds. A few moments later, she quit moving, and at last, she lay stationary and relaxed. Like me, she smelled her fingers and wiped them on the blanket. Then she stretched, pulled up her panties, covered herself up again, and went to sleep shortly thereafter. I, too, fell asleep.

Chapter 1: Hi reader. My name is Jasmine. I won't tell you my age, but I bet if you pay attention you can probably make a pretty good guess, lol. I'm pretty young though. But I really am very mature for my age. As I write this, I'm imagining all the people it might reach, letting so many strangers know my secrets, knowing the things I've done. I'll go through life from now on wondering if that cashier knows... that guy on the train knows... someone in my life knows... and just like right now, I'll get soooo hot. I'm already horny pretty much alllll the time. My pussy is like never not slippery. It was kinda becoming a problem, lol. I masturbated alotttt at home but I'd also get really horny walking to school or in class or wherever and it would drive me nuts. I'd get so wet my panties got all soaked and alot of the time it would leave a mark on my chair. It all started when I went swimming one time in a friend's pool, only I couldn't really swim yet, and her dad was holding me up to float. But he had one hand under my chest with one finger touching my nip through my undershirt, and his other hand under my hips, with one finger kinda wriggling between my legs a bit through the fabric of my panties. It made me feel warm and fuzzy in my tummy and I ended up kinda making motions pretending I was just trying to swim, but kinda spreading my legs so I'd bump up on his finger better. That night I slept over and didn't have dry undies so I just slept in a large tshirt, and I woke up a little bit because the door opened, but I kept pretending to be asleep because it was after 10 and I thought I'd be in trouble for being awake. And her dad came in and sat down next to me and stayed there for a while, I guess to make sure I was asleep. And then he started slowly lifting my tshirt. I heard him kinda gasp/choke when my pussy became visible, and groaning "Oh my God..." when he pulled the shirt up to above my nips. I heard a zip and then breathing that slowly got harder, and then a sort of wet slappy noise for a minute, and then it stopped and I felt something warm and wet slowly trail along my chest and touch my nips, and then felt it touch my mouth, pushing between my lips a little bit and touching my tongue. It tasted salty and kinda nice, so I murmured and licked at it a bit and heard her dad moan and felt him putting his hand on my knee and pulling my leg to the side, and then the taste was gone but the slappy noise came back and I felt the warm wet thing softly rubbing up between my legs and bouncing at the same speed as the slappy noise. I was starting to feel really funny, and then I heard a hiss of breath and just felt warmth flooding the outside of my pussy, some warm gooey wet stuff covering me and tickling me as it dripped down to the bed. A minute later I felt him wiping me with something, and he quickly left. When I was sure he was gone and that my friend was still asleep next to me, I licked my lips and tasted more of the salty stuff, pulled up my nightshirt again, and started petting the spot where the warm wet thing had been sliding. The feeling was weird and the longer I did it the funnier I felt in my tummy. I fell asleep an hour later with my hand still between my legs, rubbing myself in my sleep. I didn't cum that night, I didn't even know what cumming was yet. But ever since that day I'd touch and pet myself whenever I could. A few months later I was awake at night again, and at the time I'd started trying all kinds of different things to rub myself with. I had a pair of smooth plastic sunglasses and was rubbing them up and down on my panties, the little gap between the lenses flicking at my button, and outside my room I heard the same slappy noise again, and soft moaning. I got up and snuck out to see what it was, and dropped down to the floor and crawled over to my dad's room and peeked through the crack in his door. He was on his back on top of his blankets, with his hand around a big thing that was sticking out from between his legs, kinda pulling on it up and down. I finally knew what it must have looked like that night when my friend's dad touched me. I watched in amazement, wondering why I'd never noticed that thing before sticking out at the front of dad's pants, licking my lips at the memory of the salty taste of my friend's dad, wondering if my dad's thing tasted like that too. His movements got faster and I started rubbing myself again, crouched in front of his door and watching him stroke himself, watching his face. His eyes were closed and he was kinda frowning with his mouth slightly open, and it almost looked like he was in pain, but somehow it made the place between my legs even hotter and I petted myself faster, until he moaned and arched his back and something shot out of the tip. Now I knew what had been dripping down my pussy that night. He stopped moving and I snuck back to my room. Wow. I didn't know why, but I felt funnier than ever in my tummy, and it felt like the place between my legs was hot and throbby. I took off my panties and looked. It looked a bit puffy, and when I touched it it tingled. I kept touching it, little strokes near the top where it felt the best, on the little bump there. And I thought about the night with my friend's dad, only this time I pictured my dad instead, and the hard thing between his legs touching me, and... It felt like heat and tingling was collecting from my entire body, in that one little spot where I was touching myself, and my whole body tensed up... And I whispered "Ohhhh daddy..." and I felt a release, and a squeeze, and a release, and heat, and wetness, and tingles, and twitching, and WOW! It felt like all the tension that had built up in my body was pouring right out of me from between my legs! After that, there was no stopping me. I touched myself even more than before, only now I knew how to take it all the way to the finish. Eventually, using my computer, I found out that it was called masturbation, that I was cumming, that I had a clitty, that what I'd seen and felt were penises, that they produced cum too. I was obsessed with finding out everything there was to know about sex, and even more obsessed with making myself cum over and over again. If I had an hour at home alone, I'd cum 12 times. That was like 2 years ago and it was getting so bad by last year that I didn't know what to do anymore. I was cumming more easily and frequently than ever, watching porn, reading sex stories, fantasizing, masturbating - and even cumming when I wasn't playing with myself at all. On bumpy bus rides, on the back of a friend's bike, even once on a rollercoaster while sitting next to a stranger, lol. Then I met someone that really changed everything. Chapter 2: I have a laptop and sometimes I'll sneak on it in the middle of the night when dad's asleep, and a while ago I was on it at 2am. Usually I just look at porn and stuff but sometimes I try to chat to people. Not very often though, because if I tell the truth about my a/s/l they just get weird and leave, or lecture me that I shouldn't be there, and if I lie about my age they just wonder why I won't turn my webcam on. Anyway, I was reeeeeeally really horny that night, so I was kinda more daring than usual and went to the chatroom with the name "slippery_lil_clitty" and got the usual avalanche of pm messages and invitations to view cams. I always click accept on the cams and look at the cocks that fill my screen, but they usually disconnect after a while. So this time a guy invited me to view his cam, and O. M. G. he had such a gorgeous cock!!!! It was big, not like freakishly huge but really impressive and sooooo rock hard, you could see all the veins standing out on it. I soooo wanted to lick and suck it, and he teased the crap out of me, lol. He just sat there and used just his fingertips to stroke it sooo slowly, pulling the foreskin all the way up and then down again, sloooowly making the head peek out and make the skin go tighter until the head slipped through it. It looked shiny and wet and delicious and I wanted it sooooo bad. Then he messaged me. James: Like what you see? This was it, he'd ask about me and find out my age and disconnect, or I'd lie and he'd ask me to cam and I couldn't. And that gorgeous cock would be gone, I actually got sad at the thought. So I thought, fuck it, I'm screwed either way. slippery_lil_clitty: wow, yessssss. It's incredible! James: Show me that clitty of yours. slippery_lil_clitty: I can't. James: Why not? slippery_lil_clitty: because you'll leave when you find out my age. James: I'll also leave if you don't. How old? So I told him my age. He stopped typing, sat back in his chair on cam, and for what seemed like ages, nothing happened. Then he started to sit up and reach for his desk again, and I knew this would be it. He'd grab the mouse and disconnect and that would be the end of it. God I hated being this age. He started typing. James: Turn your cam on. My heart was pounding in my chest. He didn't disconnect! At least not yet. He wanted me to go on cam. Omg. I'd never done this before, but I really didn't want him to leave. Seriously, his cock was THAT gorgeous. But I was naked! I quickly pulled my blankets up to my chin, took a deep breath, and sent the cam invite.His eyes went wide for a moment and then he looked at me for a while. James: You weren't lying. slippery_lil_clitty: no. James: You're very, very pretty. slippery_lil_clitty: thank you. James: Why are you all covered up? slippery_lil_clitty: because I'm not wearing anything lol James: Lower the blanket. I hesitated. He covered his cam with his hand, and the pang of regret on my face must have been visible. Noooo! Come back, beautiful cock! James: Lower. The. Blanket. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and let it drop to my waist. Again I was sure he'd disconnect, let's just say I don't exactly have an impressive rack yet. At the time I was pretty much flat, just two rock hard nips on a slight swelling of flesh.I slowly opened my eyes again, and he was staring intently at the screen, licking his lips. James: Wow. slippery_lil_clitty: yeah. I know, disappointing. James: No. You're beautiful. I laughed, but his face... could he mean it? He sure looked like he liked what he saw. I felt a little less shy and began to relax, then toy with him by smiling coyly and using one finger to flick my hard nips. James: Get rid of the rest of the blanket. slippery_lil_clitty: um James: Do it or I'm gone. I'd learned my lesson the last time, and simply obeyed. I pushed the blanket down and away, completely naked now. Nervous again, but also hornier than I'd ever felt before. I felt exposed, like I could almost *feel* his eyes on me, touching every part of me, and I wanted to open my legs, feel his gaze touch me where I needed to be touched most... James: Wow. That smooth little triangle... Spread your legs for me baby. James: Oh. My. God... I spread my legs slowly, exposing my little pussy to full view, and the wetness between my legs was actually visibly glinting in the soft light. He was squeezing his cock with a hard fist now, appearing to breathe heavy, typing with one hand only so as not to release the death grip he had on his cock. James: Lick your finger and rub your nips, honey. I did as he asked and discovered something I'd never known before - wet nips were sensitive to air, and they quickly seemed to get even harder and sent a weird tingling feeling all the way down to my pussy. I wriggled a little at the effect. James: Lower your right hand and extend only your middle finger. Barely touching, start at the top of your pussy and run your finger lightly along the left lip all the way to the bottom, then up again on the right. As horny as I'd constantly been for the past year and as much as I'd masturbated, I'd always just gone straight for my clitty and never experimented with the sensations a light touch could bring to the rest of my pussy. It was starting to throb as I languidly circled my pussy with one lazy finger, my knees pulled up showing my core to this stranger. James: Place your fingertip softly at the bottom, in the center of your pussy, and slowly caress upwards along the slit... On it, not between it... I shivered as my finger passed tantalizingly close to my clitty, only separated from it by my pussy lips. James: Do it again, but press just a little harder this time, let your fingertip slip between those juicy lips slightly... stop before you reach your clitty baby, don't touch it yet. James: Lower your other hand and spread your lips with two fingers. James: Ohhhhh my God you're so fucking perfect... James: Keep yourself spread open for me honey... Run the finger of your other hand gently along your inner lips, up one side and down the other, across the top just above your clitty... James: Good girl... Keep gently circling... God you're so soft and pink... I'd never wanted to rub my clitty so badly before in my life and felt like I was going to cum at the slightest touch. I was panting hard at this point, moaning softly, staring at his cock greedily and picturing it next to my mouth, imagining kissing it, licking my lips... James: Put your fingertip on the entrance to your hot little hole, sweetie. Put just a little pressure on it, let your fingertip slip between your inner lips and into you just a little, then back out... Keep dipping into your sweet little honeypot like that baby... feel how wet you are... James: You're a virgin, aren't you. I bit my lip and nodded, still convinced anything might make him decide I wasn't worth his time. James: Go just a little deeper, up to the first knuckle, but no further. You might feel your cherry, don't push against it. When your fingertip is inside you, curl your finger inside you, up towards your clitty... I groaned. The area I was pressing on felt swollen and sensitive, and was almost like touching my clitty from the inside somehow. I could feel my pussy squeezing around my finger, my hips started to buck involuntarily, trying to fuck myself deeper onto my finger. All I could picture now as I stared at his cock was it taking the place of my finger, pushing itself into me, my pussy squeezing it and trying to pull it in deeper... He was beginning to stroke himself in earnest now, long slow firm strokes, milking his cock for me.... James: Are you close? I nodded. James: Me too. Let's cum together, sweetie. Rub yourself inside with little circular motions honey... and with your other hand, take your clitty between two fingers and squeeze it softly, pull on it a little, roll it around between your fingers... Cum for me baby... Imagine yourself placing your pussy on the tip of my hard cock and slowly pushing down, impaling yourself on it, taking me inside you deeply as I get closer to cumming, feeling me stretch and fill you... You want me to fill you, don't you honey? You want to feel my hot creamy cum pumped deep into your tummy... Cum for me sweetheart... Cum baby... Cum... I barely had time to read his message before his cock started to pump out gushes and gushes of creamy white cum that ran all over his hand, and oh God I was cumming so hard nothing else mattered, all I could think about was my gushing pussy and his creaming cock, not caring if I woke up my dad, moaning loudly "Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh yessssss I'm cummingggggggggg....!!!" Chapter 3: After that night, I kept in touch with James and talked to him for hours every day. Sometimes he'd watch me make myself cum for him, other times he'd just answer my questions and teach me tips and tricks about my own body and about men, and I could talk to him about anything I thought or wondered about. I didn't get to see his cock much, he was married and it was kinda risky for him, but a few times I got some really amazing close up views and he showed me where and how men like to be touched and sucked. I owe pretty much everything I know to him. Anyway, I was talking to him one day, telling him how hard it was to be horny all the time and dripping through my panties when I'm at public places like school. We exchanged mobile numbers and he told me to text him if I ran into trouble. I was in history class, and I'd told James I had a total crush on my history teacher. He was 48 and really grumpy, most kids hated him but the grumpiness just turned me on. I texted James, and he started to tease me. SMS message: Jazzy... Look at him. Imagine if he knew you were wet right now thinking about him. Do you think he'd get hard? I bet he would. Can you picture his cock swelling up in there? Imagine him in his bed, stroking his big swollen cock to the thought of you... I quickly raised my hand and asked to be excused, and basically RAN for the bathrooms. I made sure all the stalls were empty and texted back "Stop it! You're gonna make me embarrass myself! I'm gonna have to masturbate in the bathroom or I won't make it through class! I ran out so fast I didn't even put my eraser down, lol" SMS message: No, don't. Trust me sweetheart. No one will know. Put the eraser in your panties... pressed up against your clitty... and go back in. I walked back in selfconscious as all hell, feeling the eraser squish against my button with every step. I sat down and it pressed up against me, I almost moaned but managed to stick to a soft sigh. It was the second half of class, and we usually got to work by ourselves, getting a head start on the homework. Everyone, including my teacher, were bent over their desks. SMS message: I assume you're back in your seat by now with the rubber poking between your soft little lips, bumping that excited little button of yours... Write him a letter, honey. Pretend you're doing homework but write down all the things you want to do to him. Was James insane??? I couldn't let mr. Ashford know!! And then, as if he'd read my mind; SMS message: Don't hand it in, sweetie. Just pretend he'll read it... As horny as I was, that actually sounded like a good idea at the time. So I wrote. Dear mr. Ashford, Right now, I'm sitting in your classroom watching you grade papers, and I'm looking at the outline of the bulge in your jeans. I've liked you for ages and I'm so incredibly wet for you. I have an eraser tucked in my panties right now, pressed up against my clitty, and I'm wriggling my hips a little bit, trying to hump it, feeling it caress my pussy and bringing me closer to cumming right in front of you... You won't even know it, but soon my pussy will contract and release and gush juices all over my panties, and I'll be cumming to the thought of you... Your hard cock between my soft wet lips, on my hot tongue, inside my tight slippery pussy... I'm gonna cum, sir... I'm cumming for you... And I was cumming alright. My entire body tensed up and twitched as I clutched my desk, my pussy spasming crazily, me trying to keep a straight face, convinced everyone in the room would see, would know, and only cumming harder despite the setting. Or maybe because of it... And, right in the middle of the orgasm I was trying to pretend I wasn't having, the principal came in and spoke my name. I jumped up so suddenly I felt the eraser slip out of my wet panties and clunk onto my chair. Oh my god. Chapter 4: I walked back into the classroom a little dazed. My dad, in the hospital? Apparently he'd had a minor heart attack. I was stunned. The principal had been really concerned and sweet and I kept telling him I was fine. My dad would be ok, he'd just have to stay for observation for a while, he'd asked the principal to tell me what had happened and to go stay with our neighbours tonight, and that they'd take me to see him tomorrow... I was pretty weirded out. It all just came outta nowhere. The bell rang, I packed my stuff, my classmates all hovered around asking useless questions like "are you ok" and I couldn't wait to get outta there. I was halfway home before I remembered what I'd been doing before the principal called me out to the hallway. Had I packed away the letter?? The eraser??? I stopped behind a tree and looked through my whole backpack... nothing. Oh my God. Had they still been there when I came back in? Had I just left them? Maybe they just got knocked to the floor and the letter got crumpled up and would end up in the trash when the janitor came. But what if one of my classmates got it? What if mr. Ashford did? No, that would be too big of a coincidence. I was sure it'd just gotten lost somehow. I got to John and Gina's and they were warm and welcoming as ever. I'd known them since I was born and they were basically family, slightly too young to be the grandparents I'd never had, but they acted like it anyway. Gina had cooked my favourite meal (spaghetti!) and insisted I have some of the home made chocolate pudding she always makes me, but I wasn't really hungry and it only made them more cuddly and worried. I couldn't exactly tell them I wasn't just upset about my dad though! They let me stay up late and snuggle on the couch while we watched a movie, and I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I woke myself up with soft moaning sounds. I'd only opened my eyes a crack before I realized where I was and what was happening. John had been behind me on the couch, sharing a blanket with me, and Gina was on her own one seater recliner, asleep - I must have been dreaming about James or mr. Ashford, because in my sleep I'd started grinding my butt into John's crotch. Oops... Except... I felt a bulge. Was John... turned on?? I couldn't believe I was even considering this, but seriously, I was ALWAYS horny and the one thing I wanted more than anything was cock... so I pretended to be asleep and kept rubbing up on John. I was pressed against him so closely at this point that his lips were touching my ear, and his breathing got steadily more laboured. I don't know what it was about the sound of his soft grunting, but in that moment I became determined to make him cum no matter what. I shifted a little and groaned as though I was dreaming, angling my butt up so the bulge in his boxers would fall just under it and become nestled between my legs, tilting my torso sideways and arching my back so my rock hard little nips would poke through the fabric of my sleep shirt. Wriggling around his bulge I moved my arm to his side and found his forearm, stroking it and moving towards his hand. John froze, but I gave no indication of being awake, and his heavy breathing soon started up again. I gently took his hand and moved it to my hip, murmuring something nonsensical, and started moving it down towards the front of my panties. And when he first made contact with the very obviously damp crotch, his breath caught in his throat and he groaned. Finally he got the hint and placed a finger along the fold in the center of my panties, and started softly stroking. Ohhh God it felt incredible to have someone else touch me, my hips started moving back and forth towards his hand and back to his bulge and my juices started flowing more than ever. I moved my hand back behind me and reached for his bulge, and once again he froze - his hand shot away from my pussy and to my wrist, trying to stop me. But my continued grinding made him falter, and as his grip relaxed, I moved his hand back to my pussy and very openly and obviously reached for his bulge again, caressing it before pulling his boxers slightly down. He whispered. "Jas... are you awake?" I no longer cared and opened my eyes, looked at him biting my lower lip, and reached into his boxers, grasping his incredibly hard cock and guiding it out. "Jas, what are you doing??" "Shh. You'll wake Gina." That shut him up alright. She was still asleep, but her recliner was almost facing us, and all she'd have to do was open her eyes to see something was going on. Or maybe she wouldn't know. We were moving very slowly, and the blanket covered us. He could stop and maybe get away with it. So I started pulling my shirt up, exposing my rock hard nips and guiding his other arm, the one I was laying on, towards them. He gulped and started to paw at me, softly squeezing and flicking. I pushed the blanket down, exposing his hand's work on my panties, hearing him groan at the sight, and I reached back again. His cock felt so hard under the skin, but so soft on the outside... I aimed it back down between my legs and reached back to his hand on my pussy, moving my panties to the side. Finally feeling his skin on mine, his fingers softly and easily burrowing between my slippery lips, shooting incredible shocks through me with every touch of my button. I began thrusting my hips again, now feeling my slippery pussy slide along the outside of his hard shaft, coating him in my juices, jerking him off between my legs, moving more frantically the closer I got to cumming, wanting to feel it inside me... My shirt up and blanket down, panties to the side, all Gina had to do was open her eyes and she'd see us completely exposed, her husband draped around my basically naked body, his hand pawing at my nips and his fingers slipping and sliding on my pussy, the wet shiny head of his cock poking through to the front of my crotch and grazing my clitty. Me intentionally tilting my pussy up to him on one of the strokes, before moving back again and feeling the head of his hot cock pressed up against the entrance of my tight little hole. Again, his hand on my hip, stopping me from going further. Me pushing back ever so slowly anyway. The head of his cock stretching my opening and finally, with a slight pop, entering me. I froze at the incredible sensation - even just the tip of a penis inside me felt hotter than anything I'd ever experienced before. I felt my pussy squeezing around the throbbing head, like it wanted to pull it in deeper, and as John groaned hotly in my ear, I soon got the idea and started purposely using my pussy muscles to squeeze him more. We were completely holding still, but inside me my pussy was jerking him off and trying to suck him deep into me, and he gripped my hip tightly. "Jas... stop.... please...." Oh God his groans were incredibly hot, I was so close to cumming... and I kept squeezing him... massaging his cock with my silky little hole... hearing his breathing turn erratic... feeling his cock swell up inside me... and as he began to cum into me, I came too, feeling happier than ever before, feeling almost satisied. Almost. Chapter 5: John had slunk off to bed right after it happened, and hadn't spoken to me all morning other than minimal formalities. I was sorry he was so bothered by what had happened, but mainly just annoyed that he hadn't been willing to really fuck me deeply, let me taste him, satisfy all the urges I'd had for so long. It all just felt like one big tease to me, and very unfair. I still had my cherry, for chrissake! Of course I knew I'd come on to him, and that he felt like a molester, and that he was married... But I was sex crazed, and none of those things really mattered anymore in my mind. I just wanted the itch finally scratched. So I found some lame excuse to get mad and storm off to school. In retrospect, poor John probably thought I was mad he "took advantage" of me. He still tries to avoid me. God I was frustrated that day. I stopped twice on my way to school and furiously rubbed my pussy to orgasm, once on the path in the woods and once behind a bus stop where cars could have seen me. I couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of that head stretching my little hole, of the hot cum pumping into me. I was obsessed and distracted as hell all day. Even in history class, believe it or not. Despite my favourite teacher sitting just a few feet away from me, all I could do was stare out the window and wish the throbbing heat between my legs would go away. Apparently he was paying attention, though, because after the bell rang and I packed my things, he stopped me and waited for my classmates to leave. "Jasmine, are you alright?" "Yes, sir, I'm fine." "You seem awfully distracted today." "I'm sorry sir." "Your father is doing well?" "He's just under observation." "I see. Jasmine, I'm concerned about you." "I really am fine, sir." "I'm sure, but do me a favour and come see me later this afternoon anyway." "Sir? School's out." "At my house, Jasmine." This confused me so much all I could do was mumble my agreement. On my way back home I started to wonder. The conversation had been about my dad, and I'd obviously seemed bothered in class. That's what it would be about, right? It couldn't be about the letter, could it? He hadn't seemed to be acting strange, had he? I went home intending to log on for a while and chat to James - no such luck, he was offline. I sat in my window seat and tried to read for a while, but wasn't having much luck focusing - and when I saw John mowing his lawn, I was washed over with frustration again and gave up entirely. For the next hour, all I did was sit there working myself up into a worried frenzy. Every possible horrible outcome of the meeting, and even some impossible ones, played through my mind. By the time I was due to leave for mr. Ashford's place, I was an emotional wreck. I headed to mr. Ashford's and stopped at a bench one block away from his house. I was nervous. Really, REALLY nervous. I knew I was going to be late, but for ten minutes I couldn't bring myself to get moving again. My life would be over if he knew! My phone vibrated. SMS message: Take your panties off before you go in, sweetheart. No matter what happens, you won't stress as much knowing you're not wearing undies. You'd be surprised how much a little secret like that can take the pressure off a situation ;) good luck baby. James! Thank God! He'd read the offline messages I'd left for him and come to my rescue. And a rescue it was, because even just thinking about it made me grin and completely shifted my mood from terrified to mischievous. I took a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear, reached under my skirt and slipped out of my panties, quickly tucking them in my blazer pocket. As I walked (almost skipped, the breeze on my pussy felt really naughty and nice) up to mr. Ashford's porch, I felt another pang of dread but quickly rang the doorbell anyway. "Jasmine. You're late." He looked serious. Seriously concerned or seriously annoyed, I couldn't tell. "I'm sorry, sir." "Follow me." He made a pitstop at the kitchen and offered me an orange juice, then led me to his study and sat down behind his desk, indicating for me to take a seat on the sofa. Was he trying to look professional or just putting distance between us? I made a point of bending over to put my drink down, making the hem of my skirt ride dangerously high, before sitting down. "Jasmine, there's something I'd like to discuss with you, and I wanted this conversation to take place away from school because I want you to understand that I have no intention of letting this interfere with your academic career, if it can be avoided. I'm on your side here, do you understand?" What? Remember, no panties. I tried to focus on my pussy, knowing that if his viewing angle was slightly lower he'd be able to see up my skirt and between my legs. Mmmm. "No, sir, I don't." "Jasmine, let's not play games." Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. He was toying with a worn pink eraser as he spoke, tapping it on the desk as he twiddled it. MY eraser. Oh crap... "I... I'm not playing any game, sir." My eraser. Coated in my juices. Being touched by his fingers. Mmmm... "Jasmine, we both know why you're here. I found your note, and I'm very concerned. Do you understand that if this became official school business there would be serious consequences? What you wrote was... Incredibly inappropriate. Now I understand that you're going through a difficult time with your father in hospital, but I believe you wrote this before that particular incident." "Yes, sir." I hung my head and tried to look contrite, but the reality of the situation really wasn't sinking in at all. The only thing I could think of was... Here I am... Alone with mr. Ashford in his house... my pussy secretly exposed... "Now Jasmine, I also understand that a girl your age goes through certain developments and feelings. And while they all may be very normal and even healthy, it's important to also learn to control them. Poor decisions at this stage can severely impact your life, and forever, Jasmine. It's only natural for a girl to explore these things, but you are simply not mature enough to act on them in any way or communicate them to any other person in this manner. There are people that are all too willing to take advantage of you and you simply must learn to avoid these situations until you are more grown up." I looked up, unbelieving, beginning to feel angry. "Sir, with all due respect, how grown up am I? Do you even know me?" "Jasmine, I've been a teacher for 28 years and I've seen countless young women like you-" I stood up and cut him off. "Like me? You think I'm just like everyone else? You DON'T know me. You don't know the FIRST THING about me. I can make my own decisions, because I'm more mature than you think, mr. Ashford." "That's what every little girl thinks, but-" "Little girl?!?" I walked over to the side of his desk. "I am NOT a little girl." "Jasmine... I know you think you know it all, but you are confusing fantasy with reality, letting your daydreams carry you too far. I'm sure some things are fun to dream about, but do you honestly think you'd be ready to carry them out in the real world? It's not what you imagine it to be, and you don't have the strength of character for situations like those yet." I eyed him silently for a few seconds. "Wanna bet?" I placed my hand on my thigh, slowly trailing my fingers upwards, pulling the hem of my skirt up as I went, watching his eyes blink rapidly as he tried to decide what to say to "snap me out of it". The side of my skirt held up to my hip, the fabric still covering my bare pussy, I slowly raised my exposed leg and moved it over his lap, placing my foot on the far armrest of his chair and leaning my butt on the edge of the desk in front of him, sliding on it until I was positioned directly in front of him. I began to raise my other leg to his other armrest, trapping him. "Jasmine..." I ignored him and leaned back on his desk, pulling my skirt up to my waist slowly, closing my eyes and knowing he could see everything, trailing a finger up my inner thigh right in front of his shocked face, teasing myself. Circling my pussy, softly petting the slit, sighing at every touch. He was frozen. "Right here, mr. Ashford. This is where I imagine you touching me, this is where I dream of your cock sliding, probing around, looking for its way into my body..." He'd moved closer, I knew that even with my eyes closed. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. "Mmmmmm. Look at me, mr. Ashford. I'm right in front of your face, completely open, waiting. Look at how wet I am, listen to the slick sounds of my finger dipping into my hot little hole and spreading my slickness around my throbbing little button. Touch it for me, mr. Ashford. Please, sir. Touch my little pussy." I felt his breath on my leg, and then him kissing my inner thigh, his hand running softly up my other thigh and then finally touching me, his fingers sliding onto my pussy lips, spreading me open and gazing at my pussy, one rough finger gently landing on my desperate clitty, beginning to slowly circle my button... And stopping. "No... We can't... What am I doing…" He began to pull away and I quickly reached down, grabbing his hand and pressing it onto me and gyrating my hips, masturbating myself with his lifeless palm, moaning "Please sir... I need this so bad... Please let me cum..." He groaned. "Ohhhhh God." He grabbed my wrist, pushed it roughly away and took my hips in his hands, pulling me closer. He seemed to suddenly GROWL and all I felt was the softest hottest wettest feeling I could ever have imagined. He had his lips around the top half of my pussy and was sucking on it, pulling my clitty into his mouth and lapping at it with his tongue, grunting the entire time. It hadn't been more than a few seconds before I grabbed him by the hair, grinding my pussy into his face, moaning "Ohhhhhh yessssss mr. Ashford I'm cummingggggg in your mouthhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", thrashing and spasming against his lips and tongue as I felt him moan his "Mmmmmmmmhh"s loudly into me and slurp madly while my pussy flooded his lips and tongue with my cum. He kept licking and sucking at me even as my orgasm subsided, and I wondered for a few seconds why it felt like he was bouncing, until I leaned on my elbows and saw him jerking off furiously, with his mouth still latched onto my dripping pussy. It was so incredibly hot to see his face buried between my legs, his eyes dreamily half closed, slurping and grunting like a starving man while he stroked his cock. I softly stroked his hair and watched as he made contented "mmmmmh" noises into my pussy, suckling at me like a baby, drinking in my juices and working my clitty to make more. I almost let him continue, but I slid away from his head, his expression of horror almost comical until he realized I was just sliding down off the desk and between his legs, taking him by the wrist as he had done to me and pushing his hand roughly away from his cock so I could take over. My first close up of a real cock, and my God it looked delicious. It twitched slightly with his pulse and looked strained to capacity with the blood filling it, precum oozing freely from the tip. I took it in my hand and was again amazed at the silky feel of the skin, then tilted my head sideways and sank down to the base of the shaft, placing soft kisses and licks on the underside as I worked my way upwards to the head. His knuckles were white from gripping his armrests and he sounded like an animal now, huffing and grunting as he stared down at me working on his cock. I fluttered a soft kiss on the tip and snaked my tongue out, giving the head a little lick and pulling back, his precum visibly stringing from his cock to my tongue. I brought my tongue into my mouth and closed my eyes, savouring my second taste of precum. Opening my eyes again I looked up and stared ferociously into his eyes, before growling myself and engulfing the head between my soft warm lips and suckling on it gently while lapping at it with my tongue, making him groan and place a gentle hand on top of my head. I was in heaven with my mouth full of cock, and so hot I felt like I was going to cum again without so much as touching myself. I reached down and began running my fingers in an upside down V-shape between my pussy lips, placing my clitty between them and pinching them together, massaging it while worshiping this delicious cock, moaning on his hot meat as I fingered myself to the blowjob I was giving. I circled the head with my tongue inside my mouth and licked at the underside, using my tongue to pull him deeper into my mouth, engulfing more and more of his hard shaft as he dug his fingers into my hair, wanting to taste more, to feel more, sucking and licking and sinking down. Until he was at the back of my throat and I felt like gagging, but God I didn't want to let go, not now, not when I finally had a cock inside at least one of my hungry holes. And he didn't want me to pull back either, he pushed my head further down and raised his hips up to meet me, and all I could think to do was swallow, working my throat muscles around his throbbing meat and taking it all the way into my mouth, feeling him penetrating my throat, my lips reaching the very base of his shaft and still sucking, licking, swallowing, moaning, fingering... Feeling him pull back slightly and push forward again hard, in longer and longer strokes until he was thrusting almost all the way out of my mouth and into my throat again. Fucking my mouth and throat hard and growling as he whispered to me. "Yessss.... you little whore... take it... Take my cock... Ohhhh God let me fuck those soft little cherry lips... taste my cock... Drink my cum you little slut... Ohhhh fuck I'm cumming deep in your hungry little whore mouth, I'm cumming, take my hot cream..." And me cumming hard all over my hand at these words, hearing him roar as he came, flooding my lips and tongue and throat with his delicious creamy cum, and me swallowing, sucking, licking, swallowing, cumming, cumming, swallowing, swallowing... Chapter 6: As I guess I should have expected, as soon as mr. Ashford had blown his load in my hungry mouth, everything changed back. He wouldn't let me near him, wouldn't look at me, kept apologizing like I hadn't enjoyed it. He even had tears in his eyes when he asked me to please forgive him and please leave. Nothing I could do could convince him to give me what I needed most. Very frustrating. I went home. I couldn't face another night at John and Gina's and just dropped a note through their mail slot informing them I'd be at home and I was old enough to look after myself. All I wanted to do was take a long quiet soak in the hot tub.I got in the tub before filling it and laid down on my back, letting the water level slowly rise around me, filling my ears and making the world silent. My hands absently caressed my body and pinched my nips. The water level rose enough to start tickling my pussy, and I thought back to how it had felt to have my clitty in mr. Ashford's mouth. My hand traveled lower and played with the water streaming from the faucet, angling a small drizzle from the stream towards my clitty. The way he'd taken me into his mouth, sucked me in, licked me like he'd wanted to devour me... I scooched my butt down and raised my legs to the edges of the tub, letting the stream of water fall directly on my burning button. With my eyes closed, I thought back to his rock hard cock throbbing on my tongue... And to John's cock, teasing just the entrance to my little hole... Why hadn't they let me keep going? Why wouldn't anyone just fuck me deeply? All I wanted was to be filled... completely... My hips writhed under the stream, making the water land sometimes on my clitty and other times my hot little opening, teasing me but not penetrating. Frustrated, I turned on the jets - ohhh. A strong beam of water shot itself into my little hole, opening me about as far as John had, the tap still streaming on my clitty, reminding me of being sucked by mr. Ashford and almost-fucked by John at the same time... Why didn't they want me? What was wrong with me? And as I came, I cried. An hour later, James was trying unsuccessfully to cheer me up. James: Come on, sweet pea. Drop that silly towel and make your sweet pussy giggle for Jamesy ;) slippery_lil_clitty: yeah right. So you can get weird on me too? James: You know I'd never do that, honey. You have to understand that not all men are like them, and that they do want you. They're just afraid. slippery_lil_clitty: HA. THEY're afraid?? Good one. I thought they were supposed to be the allknowing adults and I was the stupid idiot. James: Sweetheart, listen. You're not stupid. You know that if they got caught it would ruin their lives. It's not about not wanting you, it's about not being sure you won't tell on them, that it's not a trap. Society doesn't think someone like you should be having sex, and rightly so. Most girls your age are absolutely not ready for this, and anyone that takes advantage of that is a monster. How do you expect them to know you're different? They're just scared you'll change your mind and tell on them. slippery_lil_clitty: you think I'd do that? James: Of course not. But they don't know you like I do, sweetie. slippery_lil_clitty: great. Then why don't you fuck me? James: I'm trying :p slippery_lil_clitty: no. I mean for real. Why don't you? James: Oh honey. You know my situation. I can't just pick up and leave for a day with no explanation to my wife. Don't you think I wish I could? slippery_lil_clitty: but if you could, or if I was there, you really would? James: God, a thousand times YES. You have no idea how beautiful you are, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you, or my cock out of you. So how about it, can I see that lovely smile now? I smirked a little despite myself, but quickly wiped the grin off my face. slippery_lil_clitty: I'm too mad to smile. James: So... Don't get mad, get even ;) slippery_lil_clitty: what, tease them half to death until they're as miserable as I am? James: I don't know about your teacher, but I know at least one guy whose bedroom window faces yours... slippery_lil_clitty: so? James: Put the laptop on your desk, facing the window, and sit in your window seat. I frowned. What did he have in mind? I decided to just go with it and do as he said. This was James after all, and he'd never steered me wrong before. Listening to James always meant surprisingly happy outcomes. So I got comfortable on my wide cusioned windowsill, between the window and the laptop. James: Perfect. Now just do as I say, no need to type. Ok? I started to reach over to type back, but caught myself in time and just nodded. James: Hehe, exactly. Now unwrap your towel and drape it lightly over yourself, just covering your nips and between your legs. I looked out the window - no lights on on the visible side of John and Gina's house. I unwrapped myself and draped the towel over my nips, guiding the tail end between my slightly spread legs. James: reach under the towel with your left hand and pinch your nips softly, your other hand under the towel on your pussy. Tease yourself, baby. Slowly. Match my rhythm. His cam view moved down to where his hand was agonizingly slowly stroking his gorgeous cock, close up so it filled my entire screen, larger than life. As I watched and petted my soft pussy lips, I couldn't help but get into whatever this was. I still didn't know what the point of the window seat was, but whatever it was it was working, I was as hot and bothered as ever in no time flat. We languidly enjoyed each other's bodies like this for at least half an hour, teasing but not cumming, before James typed again. James: Don't look now, but your neighbour's curtain just fluttered. Wait a few minutes and turn your head slowly with your eyes half closed, tell me if you can see him peeking out from behind it. Don't let him know you saw him yet. My heart raced. It wouldn't be Gina, she was infamous for passing out on her recliner and only waking up at 3am to go upstairs to bed. If someone was there, it would be John. I tried my hardest to calm down and continue what I was doing, slowly turning my head with my eyes half closed. At first there appeared to be nothing, and I actually felt disappointed. But then, a glint - John's glasses, without a doubt. He was there, and he was watching. Oh my God. I equally slowly turned my head back to the laptop and gave the cam a meaningful look and slight nod. James: Good. Match my pace, honey. Just a little faster - the towel should start to slide down, don't stop it when it does. James' strokes increased in speed, and my petting followed suit. He was right, the towel soon started to slip down from my chest, exposing first one rock hard nipple to the harsh glow of the nearby streetlight, then the other. James: Pretend you're still playing with yourself, but use your lower hand to pull the towel down bit by bit until it's just covering your mound. I somehow successfully managed it, and now almost all of me was visible through the window. Still a glint. John hadn't left. James: Hold your hand slightly above your pussy and raise your hips towards it. Ride your hand honey, and keep moving it higher and higher. I'd barely started following this instruction before the towel slipped off entirely. I was completely exposed, masturbating in full view of both James and John. I moaned and bit my lips at the thought, ready to explode. James: I know that look. Don't cum yet, baby. Time to really get this show started. Get on your knees facing the window. Pretend you're just looking at your own reflection. Kiss it, french kiss it, press yourself up against it. Try to fuck your reflection. You can see the laptop reflected in the window - when you see my next message pop up, turn around again. Delirious, I obeyed. I got on my knees facing the cold glass, looked it up and down and nuzzled it, kissed it. Pressing up against it it grazed my sensitive hard nips and I moaned at the sensation, fogging up the glass with my breath and feeling my hips buck, my little mound bumping the glass. Spreading my thighs to slide down, feeling my mound dragging on the glass, pulling my clitty up, rubbing it on my own reflected clitty. Repeating the movement more and more intensely, masturbating fully on the window now... And there was the message. I turned my head. James: Put the laptop on the window seat, next to your head. Lie down. Show him how you lick and suck a cock. His hands dropped away from the screen, just his cock remained. And I went to work, licking my own laptop screen but imagining his cock. Trailing my tongue all over it, kissing and sucking as best I could. James: God baby that reflection looks so fucking hot I can almost feel your mouth on me. Get on your knees and put the laptop between your legs with the screen just behind your butt. What? Oh fuck it, just do it. As I placed the laptop on the window seat facing the window and began to straddle it, I saw my own reflection and the reflection of the laptop - oh wow. James' cock was huge on the screen, and I appeared to be straddling it. I quivered as I watched him start to thrust upwards on the screen, the reflection looking like he was pushing into me. I began to mirror his movements, sinking down on each of his upward thrusts, fingering my clitty and pinching my nips as I watched myself being "fucked", the image so vivid I could almost feel it. A twitch in John's curtain, a rapid movement near the bottom - he emerged from behind the fabric and faced the window. He was stroking his cock and watching me! I was so ready to cum, and James' balls were drawing tight as they always did just before he came, and... Both my men, cumming at once, one aimed into my starving pussy and the other coating his window with his cream in front of my face, me licking my window in the places the cum was landing on his, imagining the taste, cumming hard with both of them, and feeling dizzy and blacking out for a few seconds - actually almost fainting from the pleasure of this strangely distant threesome. I knew it hadn't been real, and that the whole thing had even been a little silly, but I was happier. John did want me. And James, bless him. Even from afar he'd been there for me and helped me to make John jealous. He really was an amazing friend. I decided then. James had been the one to accept me when no one else would. He'd advised and taught me things about myself and others that I'd never known. He was there for me no matter what crappy situation I found myself in. He should be the one to pop my cherry. Chapter 7: For the next day or two I tried to convince him to visit me, but he kept insisting he couldn't. He didn't have an excuse to give his wife. His stupid wife that wouldn't even fuck him anymore. He was giving up having sex with me, having anything he wanted from me, just to keep that stupid selfish bitch happy. He just couldn't get away. I eventually stormed offline and stopped replying to his texts, I was that pissed. But just because he couldn't come to me didn't mean I couldn't go to him, right? I was home alone and unsupervised! I could easily sneak out for days and my dad wouldn't know, he was in the hospital. John wouldn't come check on me, he was being weird. And all I had to do to get out of school was call mr. Ashford and tell him to make sure I got the day off, and he'd be too scared I'd rat him out to say no. So I looked up James' address and hopped a train. It was 1am when I finally got to my stop, and wandering the streets at night in a strange place was kinda spooky. After walking around for an hour and starting to think I was lost, I finally found James' street, and then his house. But what was I gonna do, ring the doorbell? I was almost convinced this had been a really stupid idea until I remembered a chat we'd had weeks earlier about how he'd forgotten his keys and spent an hour waiting for his wife to get home, only to be reminded that they kept a spare in a fake rock next to the porch. The rock was easy to find even in the dark, but now what? I decided I'd come all this way and might as well sneak in and try to get James' attention without alerting his wife. I stuck the key in the door and cringed when the hinge squeaked a little, but nothing happened and the house stayed dark and quiet. So I snuck up the stairs and started looking for James' bedroom. There it was. The door was open, and they were both in the bed, asleep. She had her back turned to him. Of course. What a total complete bitch. She'd even called him stupid that time he forgot they had a spare key. And what girl lets a guy (and a cock) like James just go to waste and never fucks him?? Man I hated her. I don't know why I did what I did next, but I tiptoed into the room and to the foot of their bed, and stripped. I lifted the covers at the bottom of the bed and crawled under them on James' side, sliding up his body until my face reached his boxers. I put my hand on the crotch and pawed at him softly, feeling the outline of his soft cock under the thin fabric, kissing the swell in the material, reaching into the flap to grip him and guide his cock out, stroking it and feeling it begin to twitch and swell in my hand. He groaned. But didn't move. I stroked him to a full erection and gasped at how much bigger it looked up close. I couldn't resist anymore and engulfed the head between my hot wet lips, suckling and sliding them up and down his shaft the way he'd taught me to. He groaned again and stirred, and I watched as his hand reached over to his wife and under her nightgown, fingering her but apparently still asleep. I was sure she'd wake up, but she just moaned and opened her legs to grant his hand better access. He must have thought she was doing this... I held his hard cock still in my mouth, feeling the pulse on my tongue, suckling on it softly like a baby bottle, and watched as his hand moved more intensely on his wife's pussy, fingering her deeply... And she began moving her hips, fucking his fingers, still asleep. It didn't look like it would wake her up after all. I couldn't wait any longer and slid my body further up his, finally placing my knees on both sides of him and sitting upright, his cock sticking up proudly in front of my pussy, reaching up almost to my chest. I raised myself up a little and began stroking his shaft with my pussy lips, coating him with my wetness, stroking my clitty along his hot cock. He opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and jerked half upright. "JASMINE WHAT..." I quickly put my hand over his mouth and gestured at him to shush, but his wife was already getting restless - he'd stopped fingering her. I quickly took his hand and guided it to her pussy, but he looked at me like I was insane and pulled away. So I started to stroke her clit, and as she fell back into a peaceful murmuring hip thrust, he finally got the idea and added his hand to mine, sinking his fingers back into her while I continued to tease her clit. As we masturbated his wife together, I looked down at the place his cock met my pussy and looked back up at him questioningly, and he followed my gaze and stared, softly groaning and looking up at me with a nod. And so I rose up until I was positioned above him, his swollen head pressed up against the entrance to my hot little hole, and sank down, feeling the pressure of his smooth slippery head on my smooth slippery entrance, both lubricated but still having to push and stretch painfully, and finally my pussy enveloped him to just below the head. I groaned and held still for a moment, getting used to this new feeling (he was bigger than John had been), feeling my pussy spasm around him as it slowly relaxed to accomodate the invader. When it felt perfectly nestled inside me, I pushed down further. There it was. My cherry. And the pressure I was putting on it with James' cock stung. It hurt more the harder I pushed, but I NEEDED him inside me. I moved back up, closed my eyes, and sat down hard - and a searing pain ripped through me as I impaled myself, his cock sliding into me deeper than anything had gone before. He whispered to me to stop, to take it slow, but I no longer cared about the pain. I was only halfway and I needed him to FILL me, my pussy was squeezing and pulling at his cock like it was a matter of life or death, and I kept pushing through the pain, impaling my tiny tight hole on his huge gorgeous cock until there was nothing left of it that wasn't buried inside my tiny body. My pussy was spasming crazily around his cock now and I started sliding up and down his shaft, my pussy muscles squeezing and jerking him off, pulling at him and milking him, feeling like I was still empty even when he was buried to the hilt, even when I looked down as I fucked him and saw his enormous cock disappear into me entirely, saw it making my tummy swell each time it went in. I needed more. My greedy little pussy was hungry for his cum, and when he told me to stop or he'd explode, it just milked him harder, trying to suck every drop out of him and drink it deep into my unprotected little body. I couldn't stop. I was going to cum on his incredible cock and there was nothing in the world that could make me stop now. Finally I was being fucked. Finally I'd get filled. All the while he was still fingering his wife, but watching me - and I kept stroking her clit, but watching him. And she was about to cum. She was going to cum, oblivious to the fact that the hands that were bringing her to orgasm were her husband's and his lover's, that as she was blissfully ignorantly asleep and cumming on our combined fingers, he was buried inside a young girl, in her own marital bed... "Cum inside me... please... please.... I... I need... please... cum... cummmmmm...." I don't know who started it, but all three of us exploded then. His wife moaning loudly and coating our intertwined hands in her juices, unknowingly blessing our union as her husband pumped my tiny hole full of the creamy cum that rightfully belonged to her, should have been hers, my pussy spasming and contracting and milking his cock for more, drinking every drop in deeply as it fluttered on his cock with its own cumming kisses. Chapter 8: Which brings us to now. I just got back and I still have his load buried inside me. I stuffed my panties into my little ravaged hole to keep the cum in. And I felt satisfied. For a while. But already it's not enough. I need more. I told you earlier that I'll always wonder if the people I meet have read this. Maybe you'll do the same. Now that you know about me, maybe you'll wonder if that's me walking down the street tomorrow, or sitting across from you on the train. Maybe it will be me. And maybe you can help me quench my thirst, just for a while. But until you come along, I have to find a way to scratch this itch again, and soon. Daddy gets discharged from the hospital today... END - [email protected] xoxo

"Hello? Is anyone home?" My daughter, Lindsay, had been talking to me about her upcoming party, but mind had drifted. She was a junior in college, but her best friend Kristy was a senior this year and would be graduating. They were making as many excuses as they could to hang out with each other as they could. "I'm sorry sweetie. I haven't been able to concentrate much lately." "Sounds like you need to get laid," she quipped. "Mmmph," was all I could say to verbalize my agreement. My wife was an amazing woman. She had the smarts, the sense of humor, the endless kindness; all of it. In fact, the only part of our relationship that wasn't enviable was our sex life. We had our daughter in our thirties. While this afforded us a better financial situation and greater patience than we could have mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a heavy burden on our already struggling intimate relationship. We had already been together for twelve years when we had our daughter. By this time, we had settled down to only having sex a few times a year. When Lindsay was born, my wife refused to let her cry herself to sleep in a crib and took up sleeping on the couch with her. This went on for eight years before my daughter finally started sleeping in her own room. By the time she did, the damage had been done. My wife and I were never able to quite get comfortable in the same bed after all those years apart. We would cuddle for the first hour or so, and then she would inevitably make a comment about being sore - and go sleep on the couch again. Every once in a while, we would attempt a quickie here or there, but she was always so paranoid about Lindsay catching us that things usually ended with only one of us getting to finish, neither of us getting to finish, or her getting me so nervous and worked up that I couldn't stay hard. Slowly, as time passed, we just tried less and less. "Don't you think it's kind of weird to comment on your dad's sex life?" I asked. I wanted to say that after almost four years of not having sex at all, the idea of "getting laid" isn't exactly a realistic goal; but I didn't want to dive any deeper into this conversation than I had to. "Not really," Lindsay responded. "We've always been open and honest with each other. Besides, you have to actually be having sex in order to call it a sex life." "And what would you know about that?" I immediately regretted asking that question; knowing it couldn't possibly lead to anything I'd be comfortable discussing. "C'mon dad. Mom and I talk. I know it's been forever since you guys had sex." "Listen sweetie. I'm glad we can all talk about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents' sex lives, are two different things," I stated. "Whatever. I'm just saying that maybe if you got laid, you wouldn't seem so run down and tired all the time. You know, put some excitement back in your life. Get the blood flowing!" It was about this time that I realized this conversation could end up going into something I wanted to discuss even less than my own sex life; and that was my daughter's. I knew that as soon as my daughter had her first period, my wife had put her on birth control. Lindsay never seemed like the desperate or slutty type to me, but I knew she wasn't naïve or shy either. While I didn't believe she was sleeping around, I also had convinced myself a that she probably wasn't a virgin anymore either. Maybe this was because I had lost my virginity at such an early age, or maybe it was just the way Lindsay always seemed so casual about the topic of sex; but my guts told me my daughter wasn't completely innocent. Lindsay was watching me, almost as if she could tell I was debating on how far to let this conversation get. I saw a brief grin flicker across her face before she abruptly turned the subject back to her upcoming party. "I really want this to be perfect dad. Please say you'll help." I wasn't even aware of what she had asked me to help with, but since my wife was out of town all weekend and the following week, it didn't really matter. I would be the only authority figure around, and therefor stuck with the duty of trying to keep my daughter and her four friends happy for one night. On the bright side, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possibility that four hot young females (not including my daughter) might be running around in my house in their underwear this weekend. Of course my logical side immediately stepped in to remind myself that even if they decided to forgo pajamas for some kind of lingerie thing, a bunch of young girls aren't going to want some forty-something year old man like me hanging around and gawking. Reluctantly I replied, "Sure sweetie. Whatever you need." "Promise?" she insisted. "Promise," I confirmed. That night, I couldn't stop thinking about my daughter's upcoming party. At first I was just dreading the fact that I would have to share a house with five young girls that I knew would be wound up, but slowly my perv side came out again and I started to wonder what the girls would be wearing to bed. While I knew it would probably be a bunch of oversized pajamas, I couldn't help but hold out hope that at least one of them would be wearing a pair of shorts that would be way too small, or maybe one of the girls would even dare to show off some sexy lingerie; or at least a tee shirt with just some panties. The thought one of the girls tight asses just peeking out from some tiny shorts was enough to make me hard, and I began masturbating to my dirty fantasy. With my wife downstairs on her couch, I had the room to myself and was really getting into my "session". I had visions of bringing the girls snacks or drinks, only to find them lying on the floor in their underwear – tight beautiful asses barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Lindsay's best friend Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to watch a movie and wigging her butt against the lump in my pants. What I didn't realize was that I was now talking out loud in my fantasy, encouraging the girls by name to carry on with their teasing. I was jerking even faster as I turned my thoughts to Lindsay's other friend, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her reveal her young body to me in my mind. Just as I was fantasizing about entering her, I lost control and started cumming all over my stomach and chest. My orgasm was intense as my body tightened and the last of my orgasm dripped from my cock. That's when I saw her. Lindsay was standing in my doorway with her mouth open and eyes wide. I almost screamed she surprised me so much. Trying to grab my blankets and cover myself, I kept stuttering apologies and asking why she didn't knock. "You left the door open," she said plainly. "I'm so sorry Lindsay. You shouldn't have seen that. I was just...just..." but I couldn't finish. Lindsay seemed to regain her senses as she looked up at me and smiled. "Sorry dad. I know I shouldn't have walked in on you, but I thought I heard you say..." she paused "...anyways, I was just surprised to see you doing that, and next thing I know you were, um...you know," and she made a spraying motion with her hands. "...finished," she translated. "I...um..." I was still speechless. "It's all good, dad. If mom's not going to take care of you, then there's no shame in doing it yourself," she said with a chuckle. "We're all human!" And with that, she turned and left the room. I lay there for a while, recovering from the intensity of my orgasm and the shock of seeing my daughter watching me shoot cum all over myself. There was nothing to do about it now. I kept wondering how much she had seen, or even more important - how much had she heard? It's one thing for her to catch me jerking off, but another thing all together if she heard me fantasizing about her friends. I was only half aware of talking out loud while I was doing it, so I really don't know how loud I was being. It would be really awkward if she heard me talking dirty to her friends in my head. These thoughts raced through my mind until I eventually fell asleep. The next morning, Lindsay acted like nothing happened as we ate breakfast and waved my wife off to her week-long conference. As soon as her car was out of sight, Lindsay grabbed her jacket and purse. "Where are you headed off to?" I asked. "Kristy's," she answered. "We're gonna go over the stuff we want for tonight." "I hope you not planning anything too wild," I said. "Depends on your definition of wild," she replied with a sly grin. "I have a special surprise I want to set up for the girls, but I'll need your help. I'll be back around four o'clock to go over everything with you." I started thinking that this party was more coordinated than I had originally thought. I had figured on it being just a bunch of girls sitting around, watching movies, and talking about boys; but it seemed my daughter had something a little more structured in mind. Not one to worry before I have all the details though, I shrugged my shoulders and began working on the to-do list my wife had left for me. At almost exactly four o'clock, Lindsay came through the door. I had just finished cleaning the garage and sat down to relax when she walked into the living room and saw me. "Dad!" she exclaimed. "You can't look like that!" "Why?" I asked. "I'll probably just hang out up in my bedroom most of the time." "No sir. I have plans for you." "That doesn't sound good." "Oh, I think you'll be OK with what I have in mind," she said, grinning again. Now I was really worried. "I need you showered, shaved, smelling good, and ready for inspection in thirty minutes." "Really Lindsay? I was kinda looking forward to the free time by myself." "I'll be you were," she teased, and I knew she was referring to the night before. "...but I need your help to make this party special. Besides, I think you'll enjoy this more than lying around by yourself jerking off." Trying to ignore the brashness of my daughter's comment, I played along and replied "I don't know. I've gotten pretty good at it through the years." She smiled at my joke, but made no reply other than to shoosh me off the couch and up the stairs to get ready. As I trudged up the stairs, she came up behind me and playfully slapped my butt. "Let's go, old man. I told everyone to be here about six o'clock," she teased. "...and no jerking off in the shower either!" I laughed nervously, not knowing how to respond to that jab. Even though I only had thirty minutes, I took my time to make sure I was extra clean, smooth, and fresh. If I was going to have to spend time around the girls, then I wanted to make my best impression for Lindsay. It might have also been a little stroking of my male ego, and hoping at least one of the girls might think I'm hot for an older man. Even if nothing happened, it would still be nice to know I still got it. So forty-five minutes later, I presented myself to my daughter for inspection, with a quick apology for taking longer than she gave me. "No problem," she responded. "You did a good job!" she noted, giving me a quick head to toe. "You're looking pretty dolled up yourself," I noted. She had put on heavy eyeliner (which I find really sexy on most women), lipstick, and some other touches. She had also thrown on a very short schoolgirl-style miniskirt and an unbuttoned, but tied together, blouse. I could see edges of her hot pink bra peeking out in various locations around her chest and shoulders. "Thanks daddy!" she said, cocking one leg back with an innocent little half twist. When I looked up, I could tell I had been caught looking. Trying to save face, I quipped "Headed to the Britney Spears comeback tour?" "Ha ha! You're showing your age again, dad." Ouch. That was a low blow. "It's part of my surprise," she explained. "I asked all the girls to put on something extra sexy tonight." "What!?" I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt stuffy. "I don't know if it's a good idea for me to be hanging around if that's what you guys are planning on wearing." I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with this whole thing. Between the visions my perverted mind was creating and the outfit my daughter was wearing, I could feel my cock start to react a little. "You promised to help," she reminded me. "Besides, wouldn't you like to see Kristy in something sexy?" "That's a little inappropriate, don't you think? I'm more than twice her age, Kristy is your best friend, and I'm marr..." but she didn't let me finish. "I heard you last night, dad," she said simply with wicked grin. She was grinning at me a lot lately. "I think maybe you misunderstood somethi..." I tried to explain in a panic. "You were saying both Kristy's and Amy's names last night when I walked in on you dad. I was standing there for like five minutes watching you." Then she added with a wink, "You're a dirty, dirty man, daddy" My mind was trying to cope with two different revelations at that moment. One - that I had been caught saying God-knows-what about my daughter's friends while masturbating, and two - that my daughter had not only walked in on me the night before, but had stood there watching me until I had finished and opened my eyes to see her standing there. I just stood there, wanting to say something, but thinking of nothing to say. This was not a conversation I ever expected to have with my daughter. She was obviously not offended or upset though, as she seemed amused watching me process all of this. "Don't worry dad. I won't tell my friends or mom. They're your fantasies. Enjoy them!" I stared at her speechless. "Besides, why do you think I told them to dress up tonight when I knew mom would be away?" she asked. "And they agreed to dress up like that?" I asked back incredulously. "Well, they don't know it's for you, but yeah. They agreed to it." My mind was finally starting to wrap around the reality of what was happening, and I could feel my cock start to swell again. I was actually going to have these young girls running around my house in sexy outfits, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to wake up and realize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already awake, and this was no dream. My mind kept going back and forth between excitement and guilt. Trying one last time to maintain at least some semblance of a responsible adult, I started to make my counter-argument. "Forget it dad," Lindsay interrupted. "I know you're trying to be "appropriate" and all, but the girls are already on their way over and I'm holding you to your promise to help tonight." Then she very slowly and purposefully looked down and stared straight at the bulge in my pants, causing it to swell a bit more. At this point I was almost completely hard. "Besides," she continued, still staring at my crotch. "I think you like the idea." She looked up again. "Now let's get set up. Kristy called while you were in the shower and they're on their way." Lindsay leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then proceeded to lead me down to the basement family room where the girls would be hanging out all night. As she walked away, I couldn't help but check her little outfit and wonder just how far she would have to bend over for me to get a peek... When we walked into the family room, I saw Lindsay had already set up some things in preparation. The back of our family room has a small squared out room/entryway area that provided outside access to the basement family room. Lindsay had strung up a blanket as a makeshift curtain, closing off the small area from the rest of the large room. The main floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the house, blankets, and a few of our family sleeping bags thrown over to one side. The couch and the futon had also both been pulled out to provide more lounging/sleeping area. "Looks like you've got it pretty much taken care of down here. What's up with the blanket hanging in the back?" I asked. "That's where I'll need your help," she replied. I started to walk back, but she caught my arm and said, "Not yet. Let's wait till everyone gets here first. I want to make sure no one is going to chicken out." "Chicken out? What are you planning Lindsay?" "You'll see." And with that, the doorbell rang. I made my way to the kitchen as Lindsay answered the front door. Judging by the voices, all the girls had arrived at the same time. They greeted each other loudly, which only emphasized the sudden drop in volume when they started whispering to each other. "Boy talk" I thought to myself before hearing a loud burst of laughter break out. Just then Lindsay poked her head into the kitchen to inform me they were going downstairs and asked if I could bring the pizza we had ordered down when it arrived. I agreed and watched as she headed back to the foyer to lead the other girls downstairs. When the pizza arrived, I paid for the food, gathered some paper plates and towels, and gave my crotch a quick glance to make sure nothing was too obvious. I couldn't stop thinking about what Lindsay had said about the other girls getting dressed up too. Taking a deep breath, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a speeding, giggling blur of brunette hair and large tote bags. "Sorry Mr. D!" two voices exclaimed from behind my pile of plates, boxes, cups, and assorted things I carried. I half-turned, half caught out of the corner of my eye, two petite figures rush by into the bathroom behind me. Regaining my bearings, I stepped into the living room and deposited everything on the table Lindsay had moved along the side wall. Nervous and excited, I finally allowed myself to look up - but the girls were gone. Then I heard voices behind the curtain Lindsay had set up over the back entrance. "Are you serious!?" I heard Kristy's voice say. "...but what if your dad comes down?" "Don't worry about my dad," I heard Lindsay reply. "He has plans for the night. He won't even be here." Now I knew something was up, because Lindsay knew I wasn't going anywhere. She had made me promise not to go out so I would be here. "Pizza's here!" I called out, announcing my presence. I heard a fresh batch of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my daughter poked her head out. "Thanks dad." Her face seemed slightly blushed. "Anne and Elizabeth went to change into their sleep clothes." She winked as she said this. I didn't know who Elizabeth was, but I knew Anne was also one of Lindsay's closest friends. I guessed that Anne and Elizabeth were the two giggling brunettes that almost ran me over in the hallway. "I think that's all we need," she continued. "I'll come up and say goodbye before you leave." She said this with a wink, indicating I was to play along. I'll admit I was pretty disappointed I didn't get a chance to see any of the girls in their outfits, but then I scolded myself for acting like a teenager and headed back upstairs. As I walked by the bathroom, I could resist taking a quick peek through the open, old-style key lock on the door. Almost as soon as I had put my eye up to the keyhole though, I quickly pulled back. It looked like one of the girls had been turned towards the door, and I swear I saw her eyes flicker towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a second, expecting to hear offended screams about perverted old men, but no screams rang out. Once my heartbeat slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the briefest glimpse of a cute, small, naked butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to recapture the image in my head, but it had been so brief and fast that I couldn't keep the picture clearly in my mind. Trying to be a good guy, I headed up the stairs before I could convince myself to take another peak.About twenty minutes later, Lindsay came bounding into the living room and plopped down next to me on the couch. Her tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I couldn't help noticing she was wearing thigh-highs; another of my weaknesses. I didn't even know my daughter owned thigh-highs. "So I'm heading out for the evening, am I?" I asked. "What?" she asked. I told her I could hear her talking to her friends when I took the pizza down. "Oh, that," she said. "I was just telling them that so they wouldn't know it was you." "I see," I responded half paying attention to her and half paying attention to the movie I was watching. Then what she said clicked. "Wait. What do you mean so they won't know it's me?" "You'll see," she responded, echoing her earlier promise. "Go around outside and meet me behind the curtain downstairs in an hour." "If you say so," I agreed. "Anything else?" "No, but make sure you get something to eat, drink - and use the restroom before you come down. It's going to be a long night and I don't know if you'll get a chance for a break" "What in the world are you up to, Lindsay?" Now I was worried. "Just meet me downstairs in an hour," she said as she started to walk away. "...and don't forget to go around the outside of the house. You're not supposed to be here, remember?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll see you in an hour," I replied blandly. Secretly though, my curiosity was peaked. I might actually get a chance to see Kristy in a sexy outfit after all! An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a little nervous about what Lindsay's plans might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the family room behind the curtain. I could hear a movie playing and occasional comments by the girls. As tempted as I was to peak out and see what was going on (and what the girls were wearing), I didn't want to ruin Lindsay's surprise. I kept quietly behind the curtain for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell her friends that she was going to get things set up. When one her friends asked to help, she turned down the offer and told them they were not to look until she said so. A few seconds later she stepped behind the curtain and asked if I was ready. "Um...I think so" I replied dubiously. "Let me check your breath," She leaned up into my face as I gently blew. "Good!" she confirmed. Then she asked me to step outside with her for a second. When we were outside, she looked at me with an almost sad smile and spoke. "Dad... I don't know how to say this in a way that won't shock you, so I'll just come right out and say it." "Ok," I could tell that as confident as she had been all day, she was now genuinely nervous to say what was on her mind. "Dad... I set up this party to get you laid." "What!?" I barely choked out. "Please listen, dad. I know that you and mom haven't had sex in years..." "Lindsay, this isn't somethi..." "Just let me finish," she interrupted. "I know you would never cheat on mom under normal circumstances. I also know that even though you have fantasized about Kristy and Amy, I know you would never actually try anything or hurt any of my friends." She continued, "...but you are a man, dad. I'm not stupid. I know what men want. I'm actually pretty amazed you haven't cheated on mom already. Sex once every few months probably sucks, but I don't know how you managed to go without for years." I was still at a block and didn't know what to say. Was I hearing all this right? My own daughter was trying to get me to cheat on her mother, with her best friends? Lindsay could see it was taking me a moment to process all of this and took advantage of my continued silence. "I got this idea from a college social site I was on. They were talking about different kinds of parties and games," she continued. "Most of them revolve around drinking, sex, or both – of course. The one that really caught my eye though was called The Anonymous & The Curious." My daughter was looking up sex games on forums? My daughter wanted me to play sex games with her friends? My mind was still racing and my mouth still was not working as my daughter continued. "...and the guy sits in the chair with a hood on all night. As the night goes on, if any of the girls want to check out his penis, she can do it without worrying about the guy knowing who she is, or if she knows who the guy is, or worrying about being judged. She can just look, touch, experiment, play, kiss, suck, or even fuck the guy's dick as much as she wants – whenever she feels like it." The block in my mind released. "What the hell kind of websites are you getting on Lindsay!?" I almost yelled. "You want me to sit in a chair so your friends can play with my dick?? Forget that it's your friends or that your mom is my wife. Have you even considered the age difference involved here?" "Dad!" she interrupted. "Be quiet or you'll ruin everything. Yes, I thought about all of those things. The girls don't need to know who you are, or how old you are. Your head will be covered by the hood I got. Besides, I already told the girls about the party and they loved the idea! We don't have a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a chance to see what a real man's penis is like without the embarrassment. If you think about it, it's kind of like hands-on sex education. Whenever they're ready, each girl can come over and check you out - well, your penis anyways. I told them I could guarantee the person I picked would understand the rules and know that it's not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be patient, kind, clean, and STD free." She paused as she could see I had more questions to ask. "What about pregnancy?" "I have condoms if we need them," she stated simply, and pointed through the door window to a small mixing bowl sitting on a table by the chair she had set up. It was full of a variety of condoms. "We collected them from various places" she said, answering my next question before I could ask it. "And what the hell did you do to that chair?" I asked, also pointing in the window. The chair Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded plastic dining chair. It appeared to be a normal chair, but for one exception. The front center of the seat had been cut away. The actual sitting portion of the chair was now shaped like a large "U" with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just enough side edges to hold the chair together while supporting my legs – provided I keep them slightly apart. The whole thing had been crudely covered with what looked like thin foam padding and a soft fabric. I could also make out four wide strips of Velcro at the top of each chair leg, just under the seat. "I tried to make it as comfortable as I could, but I wanted to make sure your balls had room to hang so the girls can get to them too if they want." My head started spinning as my daughter made this last remark. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in years and my throbbing cock was now poking straight out in my pants. Lindsay didn't make any notice of it, so I tried to ignore my excited state and asked her about the straps on the chair. "I'm not really into S&M stuff," I said. "The straps are to help make the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in control and free to explore and experiment at their own speed. If things go like I hope and the girls get comfortable with everything, maybe we can take them off later." I was searching my head for some logical argument to make. My grip on morality was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any reason to resist further. My daughter had planned everything brilliantly, and left me little to work with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The details and reality of what she was suggesting were finally beginning to congeal in my head. "So they won't know it's me, and I won't know which of them is...um, touching me, right?" My resistance was almost gone now. "Well..." she began. "...that's where I modified the website's idea a bit. I made you a special hood you can see out of almost perfectly, but they won't be able to see you." I felt my cock throb against my pants when she said this. I would actually get to watch these young girls use my cock for their own curiosity and pleasure, without them knowing I was really their best friend's dad. Then a thought occurred to me. "What if they change their minds or get freaked out?" I asked. "I told you. I already discussed this with them. They're really excited, dad. Kristy told me she already masturbated twice this morning thinking about it, and Amy told me she was already soaking wet when she got here." That was it. My last barrier of hesitation and decency washed away as I finally nodded to my daughter. "Ok," I resigned. "I guess you got all the answers, and I did make you a promise." "Yay!" my daughter cheered as she clapped her hands, kissed me right on the lips, and gave me a big hug. I became all too aware of my massive erection pressing against her as she held me. She must have felt it to, because when she let go she looked directly down at my bulge and said "Let's get that thing some of the attention he deserves." Quietly we stepped back inside the house behind the makeshift curtain. "Time to get naked, daddy!" Lindsay said with enthusiasm. I was about to protest, but then realized at this point it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to pull my boxers off when one last detail occurred to me. "Um, you're not going to be...you know...um, participating," I asked hesitantly. It was one thing to let her friends fondle me anonymously, but I didn't think I was ready to let my own daughter touch me like that. "No dad," she answered quickly. "I already told the girls I wouldn't be doing anything since I know who the guy is. I told them it would make things way too awkward." "Oh. That makes sense, I guess." "Besides, Kristy has already offered to throw a party at her house for me." "WHAT!?" I yelled in a whisper. "I'm just kidding dad. I'm not "participating" here or at any of my friends' houses." she laughed. "Right," I said, confirming her statement to myself more than anything. And with that, I leaned over and slid my boxers off. Now I was standing completely naked in front of my daughter with a full erection. "Wow, dad!" Lindsay exclaimed. "Mom's an idiot for not taking advantage of that on a regular basis." She was now staring openly at my aching cock. "Well let's get you strapped in." As I sat on the chair, I realized that I had even less surface to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the chair not only left room for my balls to hang freely, but also left most of my ass exposed too. My daughter knelt down in front of me and reached out for the Velcro straps. She managed to wrap the front straps around my legs without any problems. However, when she leaned over to get to the back straps, her arm brushed against my cock making it jump. "Sorry" she said, but from the smile on her face I had my doubts. Then she leaned over for the last strap. She was making an exaggerated show of trying to avoid accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her chest to my crotch as she bent over for the last strap. As she wrapped the last strap around my arm, I felt her chest come into contact with my member. I might have thought it was an accident, except that she didn't pull away. I could feel the flimsy material of her shirt against the shaft of my cock. "Just...having...trouble...with this...last....strap..." Lindsay grunted. It seemed like she was having trouble on purpose, and I could feel the rough lace edging on her bra. If she moved any more I would be touching... Then it happened. Lindsay got the last strap on with one final stretch, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her breast press roughly against the head of my naked penis. The soft heat of her skin against mine caused my body to react unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her soft flesh and groaned. "Easy there big chief," my daughter kidded as she stood up. "Why don't you save that for the girls?" "Sorry," I said sheepishly. I didn't know what else to say. "No worries," she replied with a smile. "Well, are you ready?" "As ready as I can be." "You can say that again," she said looking down at my crotch. "Well, here we go." And with that, Lindsay placed the hood over my head. She was correct. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its black material. It was no more restricting than wearing a pair of sunglasses. My chest was pounding as I realized this was really about to happen. There was no turning back now. "Now remember," Lindsay whispered. "You have to act like you can't see who's touching you. You can't say any names. You can't talk to the girls directly – unless it's to moan or say they're doing a good job or something. You don't want them to figure out who you are." Then without warning, my daughter reached out, took my hard cock in her hand, gave it a quick squeeze, kissed me on the cheek, and said "I love you, dad. Have fun." Then she disappeared behind the curtain to rejoin the other girls. I could hear the other girl's asking Lindsay if everything was ready. Lindsay assured them everything was going to plan. Their penis had arrived and her dad was gone for the night. She told them the movie had about fifteen minutes left, and then she would unveil their surprise. The next fifteen minutes seem to take an hour. I could hear indistinct whispers and laughter coming from the other side of the curtain every now and then. The time to myself gave me a chance to really digest what was about to happen, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls. Lindsay and Kristy were both the same age and had grown up together. At one point along the way though, Kristy was moved up a grade. Kristy had long, straight, light blonde hair that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5'8" and slightly taller than my daughter. She had the kind of body that Playboy looks for. She was petite in the waist, but had a gorgeously curved ass and large breasts that seemed too big for her thin frame. If they had still been printing the magazine, she would have been a lock for a centerfold. Her green eyes, pouty lips, and the permanent look of mischief on her face made her a constant focus of my fantasies. Lindsay, my daughter, was about 5'6" with an athletic body. Her medium length dark blonde hair contrasted her bright blue eyes beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her tight muscular butt and legs. Her hips weren't as curvy as Kristy's, but her butt was hard and protruded nicely when she wore tight jeans and sweatpants. Her breasts were a small C, but looked perfect on her sporty body. I had to learn a very long time ago to get used to the way boys would look my daughter up and down when we were out. Amy was the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life. Amy was a freshman, just over 5', and very petite. Her father was white American and her mother was Japanese. Amy, it seemed, got the best of both worlds. Her short, shoulder length black hair and deep brown eyes always drove me nuts. Her petite body was elegant and graceful, even for her age. While she didn't have the curves the other two girls had, she had just enough to tease something truly sexy under those clothes. The last girl I knew at the party was Ann. Ann was a freshman too. She had met Amy in school, and through Amy she had met Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the same size and build as my daughter, with just a bit more curve. She was also very athletic, but with much larger breast – I guessed DD. She had just a little more curve in her hips, and her butt was also slightly bigger than Lindsay's. Not that it was flabby by any means! She just always seemed to have a tiny bit more jiggle than Lindsay. Ann had those jet-black eyes that I have always loved, and a seductive innocence in her face that, while it drove me wild, never seemed quite real. Out of all the girls, I was most interested to see how Ann was going to react to my daughter's experiment. The only other girl at the party was Elizabeth, and I only knew her name because my daughter had said it to me earlier. The only thing I could say for sure about her was that she had the same black eyes as Ann, and she had a tiny, sexy little butt. I came to this conclusion after realizing Elizabeth must have been the girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would have recognized Ann if it had been her. My mental review of the girls and their bodies was suddenly interrupted by loud hoots and hollering. It sounded like the movie was over and the girls were ready for Lindsay to make her big reveal. My erection went down a little bit with nervousness, realizing I was about to be exposed to these girls. The sounds of all the girls walking across the room told me I was out of time. I could hear the girls giggling as a hand that must have been Lindsay's reached behind the curtain. "And now ladies, I present to you..." she pulled the curtain aside with exaggerated flourish. "The Penis!!" I was glad for the hood at that moment. Not only had I turned bright red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped open and didn't close again for minutes once I saw the girls in their outfits. I could have been drooling and would not have known it. While I had seen Lindsay's little schoolgirl outfit, I was not prepared for the heavenly vision that stood there in front of me at that moment. The first thing I noticed was Elizabeth, as she was the unknown of the bunch. She was definitely younger than all the other girls. Her tiny, petite frame showed just the slightest curve in her hips, and her small breasts were just buds. She had the same black eyes as Ann however, and after a closer look I realized she must be Ann's younger sister. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties that looked too small for her. They appeared to have been stretched to their limit just to get them on. I could see the edges of her pubic mound just sticking out on either side of the crotch material, and a very obvious case of camel-toe. Her top was a simple white t-shirt that said "Cutie" across the front in large, pink, outlined letters, and she was wearing pink and white striped knee socks. The overall effect of her outfit was very naughty lolita-esque. Ann was standing next to Elizabeth wearing a similar outfit. She had on the same t-shirt, but it seemed barely able to contain what was underneath; while her panties were light pink and higher cut than her sister's. I was dying to see what they looked like from behind. She had also had on knee socks, but hers were solid white. Next my eyes travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald green sheer one-piece. She had her hair held back with a head band and was also wearing black thigh-highs. I could easily see her small, dark nipples pressing against the sheer material. My eyes wandered down between her legs, but I couldn't make out any hair there. Either the outfit's crotch was solid, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could stand. My cock was standing straight up with no shame, and all I could do was sit there and admire these gorgeous young girls. Finally, I let my eyes settle on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, white silk robe. It hung open and revealed a sexy white bustier, matching white lace high-cut panties, and white thigh-highs with vertical stripes patterned into them. A white satin choker with a diamond embedded in the middle topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my swollen cock and licking her lips.

A SPECIAL BOND Long Weekend at the Lake ___________________________________ No institution or agency may use this work for other than the intended purpose – to provide personal entertainment. All characters are fictional. This is a work of fiction. Of fantasy. It’s called ‘My Right of Free Speech.’ If you do not approve of youngsters engaged in various sexual acts . . . or if you live in one of the God-forsaken States that bans possessing/reading such material . . then please, PLEASE, go someplace else. This is not some 4 page fuck/suck story. This story consists of 35 Chapters! It has the main story, the back story, lots of detail, enough sex to satisfy almost everyone and some humor. It will be posted in multiple segments. Lastly, ‘A Special Bond’ is a Trilogy. ‘Long Weekend at the Lake’ is the second part and will be followed by the Prequel and finally by The Later Years. I’ve spell-checked and re-read the chapters multiple times. Yet I am sure there are spelling errors, grammatical problems and incorrect words. I don’t have an editor! Just read and enjoy. Many of you provided constructive comments, resulting in changes. This includes some of the names (too many ‘K’ names) that caused confusion. As the other two parts are still under development – I ask you provide comments and suggestions. If you don’t like it – let me know why. If you DO, let me know also. DSGIRLSD Characters: Kathy Evans – Age 31 Rob Evans – Age 36 RJ Evans – Age 16 Kayla Evans – Age 15 Aunt Christy Peters – Age 36 Uncle Tom Peters – Age 37 Ken Peters – Age 17 Candace Peters – Age 14 Chapter 1 of 35 School had been out for the summer for weeks now. Robert Jr, or RJ as everyone called him, was starting to feel that edge of boredom. Certainly he had a whole group of school chums, most of who were on the High School Football Team with him. However, several of his buddies were gone on vacation with their parents and siblings. Those that were still in town had started to become a little repetitive to hang out with every day. Kayla had a gaggle of girlfriends and like most 15 year old teens seemed to spend an eternity on the phone talking to them. Kayla had just finished her freshman year while RJ had completed his sophomore year and he was looking forward to his Junior year and advancement to the Varsity Football Team. Kayla had blossomed into quite a beauty. She now stood over 5’6” tall and her wavy strawberry blond hair flowed below her shoulder blades and she had pale hazel eyes that seemed to change color with their surroundings. Puberty had come early, no it was more like puberty had arrived like a freight train, upon Kayla. From the age of 11 she started having periods, her hips flared out, her waist narrowed, her strawberry mane seemed to thicken and grow and inch a month, and her breast went from non-existent, to a ‘B’ cup at 12, and now a 34 ‘C’ at age 15. Kayla was not only tall, but athletically built from years of gymnastics, with legs that seemed to go up forever, 34 inch hips and a 21 inch waist. Her stomach was flat and toned, unlike many of the teen girls at Cheyenne High School who had flabby guts! Kayla’s mother, Kathy, as well as her Aunt Christy, were both natural blonds. Kayla’s father, Rob, had light red hair. The combination of her Mother and Father no doubt accounted for the beautiful head of strawberry blond hair Kayla had. It also gave her just a smattering of freckles about her face, and across her chest. Her father had always told her that freckles were “angel kisses”. RJ had blond hair like his mother and both he and his sister had very fair complexions. Shortly after his 16th birthday, RJ approached his father one afternoon. Rob Sr. worked long hours and commuted home on the weekends from Washington DC. RJ understood his father was often exhausted from his work-schedule, so he bided his time in approaching his father. “Dad, may I have a word with you” RJ asked as he approached his father while lounging on the patio one Saturday afternoon. “Sure RJ, what’s on your mind, son?” “Dad, I’ve been thinking that now that I have my driver’s licenses and all, well, I was thinking that I’d like to buy a car.” “Oh, you have, have you? You know RJ a car is a pretty expensive investment. What were you thinking about getting?” “Well Dad, I’m thinking that I’d like to get a pickup truck. That way I can have transportation, and if I find a job this summer while school is out, I’d have a truck for my job. I’ve been saving all my money for some time now . . .over two years, and I have about $3,500. I’d like to get a Toyota Tundra like your truck some day, but I know they cost a lot more then what I have right now . . so I figured I could find something older, and maybe smaller. What do you think Dad?” “Your mother had told me you were saving all your money, for some time now. But you are correct RJ in that you will have a hard time finding a reliable truck for $3,500. How about you let me think about it for a while, and I’ll talk to your Mom about it. OK?” “Sure Dad. Thanks for thinking it over for me.” RJ knew better than to press when his dad said ‘he’d think about it.’ To press his point further would result in a definite ‘No’! Late Sunday afternoon RJ and Kayla were watching TV in the Family Room when their parents returned from town. Nothing was said, and Kathy set about making dinner, while Rob got the barbecue fired up. The family sat down to dinner together and after a while, Rob cleared his throat. “RJ, your mom and I discussed what you approached me with yesterday . . . you know about buying a pickup truck. Well son, we don’t think you should be wasting your $3,500 on some truck that in all probability will be a piece of junk . . . which is about all you could get for that price.” RJ tried to mask his disappointment, but it showed through on his face. He put on a brave face never the less, and said “I understand, sir. Maybe after I save some more money we can talk about this again,” RJ questioned. “Well RJ, you Mom and I thought that we’d make you a proposition.” “What’s that sir?” “Before I tell you the proposition RJ, I haven’t seen your report card for end of year yet, how are your grades doing in school,” his dad questioned. “Doing good Dad, I have two ‘A’s and three ‘B’s” RJ reported in a chipper manner. Actually Kayla was a straight ‘A’ student but both Rob and Kathy knew that while school was harder for RJ, he worked at it very diligently. “Two ‘A’s and three ‘B’s is pretty good RJ . . . which one of those grades is your math grade?” “Math is one of the ‘B’s Dad” RJ reported. “Well son, I wish that math was one of the ‘A’s and I’d like you to try and bring that grade up for me next year. OK?” “Yes Sir, I’ll try . . but I have a hard time with Geometry Dad.” “Well RJ, those grades are certainly good enough for me to tell you our proposal. As I said your Mom and I don’t think you’ll get much of a truck for $3,500. So our proposal is, we’d like you to put that $3,500 in an account for your college. We’ll match the $3,500 in your college fund if you promise to keep putting your savings in the college fund from here on in.” RJ swallowed hard. “But Dad if I do that then I’ll never get the money for a car of my own!” “Oh, I guess I forgot to mention the part where I give you the key and the Pink Slip to what used to be my Toyota Tundra!” Rob passed the ignition keys to RJ attached to a new key fob. RJ didn’t know what to say. At first he was not sure he grasped what his Dad had just done. His father’s Toyota Tundra was beautiful, about 3 years old, jet black with crew cab and only had about 30,000 miles on it! Finding his voice, RJ finally said “But Dad, if you give me your truck, what are you going to drive when you’re home?” Rob grinned. You Mom and I just came home from the Toyota dealer, and MY brand new White Toyota Tundra is sitting in the driveway beside your truck!” Again RJ didn’t know what to say. Kayla however said “Kool. Daddy does this mean that when I get my driver’s license next year I can have Mom’s Mercedes?” “NO it certainly does not mean that Kayla . . . for what your mother’s Mercedes cost, you could buy a couple of Tundra’s. We’ll cross your bridge when we get to it.” At that, the whole family went out to the driveway to see Rob’s new truck, complete with all the options available, and for RJ to slide into what was now his new ride. “Hey big brother,” Kayla grinned, “take me for a ride in your new truck?” RJ looked questioningly at his dad, and then his mom. They just nodded and Kathy told her children not be gone too long as it was getting dark and she would worry. RJ gave his dad and mom a huge hug and thanked them profusely. Kayla ran into the house and grabbed her purse. As Kayla flew out of the house she slid into the passenger door of the truck and fastened her seatbelt. As RJ gingerly backed out of the driveway, Kathy loudly admonished RJ to drive carefully. As Kathy and Rob walked into the house, Katy lamented “I worry about them being out on the road, particularly at dusk.” “Relax honey, RJ took Driver’s Training and from what I’ve seen of his driving he seems to be very conscientious” Rob replied. With that, he slapped his wife’s ass to hurry her along inside! Chapter 2 of 35 “Where would you like to go ‘K’” which was RJ’s pet name for Kayla. “Let’s go down to our spot at Big Bend, down off Johnson Road” Kayla said to her brother with a wicked grin. Big Bend was a secluded spot along Johnson Creek that Kayla and RJ had discovered some time back. It was ‘their special place.’ They had been there many times to skinny dip and partake of other extracurricular activities! “You’re kidding ‘K’” RJ said. “Mom told us not to be long.” “Oh we won’t be very long” Kayla said with an evil look. Johnson road was two-lane and twisty. RJ kept his eyes glued to the road, carefully approaching each switchback in case there was a slow hay wagon just around the next corner. Kayla had slid over to the center of the seat, once they were out of visual range of both their parents and the general public, including any of their friends they might happen to pass. Kayla had pulled her blouse out of the skirt she wore and RJ was wondering what all the squirming about was for. Kayla reached her hands up behind her back and under her blouse and unclasped her bra. As only a girl can do, she then shrugged her shoulders and snaked her arms out of the bra straps, still under her blouse. Finally she reached up through and arm hole and withdrew the whole bra. Folding the bra Kayla placed it on the seat and for the first time RJ was fully aware of his sister’s actions. “Kayla, you are crazy – do you know that” RJ asked? “Crazy for you big brother” Kayla grinned. RJ reached the dirt turnoff on Johnson Road that wound its way to the spot they affectionately had named Big Bend. A spot where the creek widened inordinately, it had sandy beaches on both sides and huge overgrown Oak Trees hung over the creek itself extending out from the shores. The dirt path narrowed and as RJ carefully guided his new truck so as not to scratch the doors on an overhanging bushes, Kayla worked the buttons on her blouse such that it hung open to her waist, barely concealing her light pink areola and darker nipples. Excitement coursed through her, and her nipples stood erect like the erasers on a pencil. Big Bend was technically on Twin Peaks Ranch, through which Johnson Creek flowed. However, in all the times RJ and Kayla had come to this place, always on bikes before, they had never encountered another soul. RJ pulled into a wide spot at the end of the dirt path, and cut the engine. No sooner had he started to turn towards his sister, than she thrust herself into his arms and started kissing him wantonly. Conditioned mouths opened for one another and tongues started to swirl. As RJ returned his sister’s passionate kisses, instinctively his hand rose to her breast as it always did at these times. RJ’s hand found Kayla’s blouse already open and her ample and firm breasts exposed to his touch, absent her bra. Kayla finally came up for air as RJ rolled Kayla’s engorged nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing an involuntary shiver from his sister. “God I needed this RJ” Kayla whispered in his ear breathlessly. “My, aren’t you a horny little thing this evening” RJ teased her. “Damn right I am” Kayla said, “what with Daddy home for the weekend, we haven’t had sex since Friday afternoon!” “K, sometimes I think you are a nymphomaniac!” RJ continued to tease his sister, all the while fondling her wonderful tits. “Look who’s talking. I suppose you aren’t horny at all RJ?” Kayla leaned in and started planting kisses all over his face, increasing her sense of urgency. RJ ran his fee hand up his sister’s thigh and Kayla automatically spread her legs wider, urging her brother to touch her female treasure. RJ cupped her sex. “Jesus K, you’re absolutely dripping sex. What’s gotten into you tonight?” “What’s gotten into me is that I have thought about nothing else but you fucking me, for two days now!” RJ snaked his finger under the elastic of his sister’s panties and was greeted by a gooey mess. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so wet as you are now, sis” RJ again said. “God RJ, I want you to fuck me so bad . . . .but I’m mid cycle right now, and we don’t have any rubbers!” RJ knew his sister was right, they both understood the rules and understood they were inviolate. Still he had the urge to rip off her panties and pound his cock into her soppy pussy right this instant. RJ thrust two fingers into her swampy womanhood and there was so much sex-lube it made squishy sounds. “God Yes! RJ finger fuck me. Rub my clitty brother, I really need to get off!” RJ pushed his two fingers into his younger sister as far as they would go and started to rub Kayla’s most sensitive spot with his thumb. “YES . . . oh Jesus, RJ, . . . . I’m gonna cum so quick baby . . . . fuck, you make me so hot big brother . . .” RJ continued finger-fucking his sister through the leg-hole of her panties, Each time his fingers thrust, more girl-goo would ooze out making Kayla’s panties sodden. Kayla’s cries and moans were stifled only in that RJ had his mouth glued to hers and was busy plunging her mouth with his tongue. Each time RJ thrust his fingers in, Kayla would buck wildly on his hand. Suddenly Kayla pushed back, breaking the kiss. She let out a shrill scream and her whole body went rigid. Kayla grabbed RJ’s wrist and held it hard against her pelvis, pressed on RJs thumb with her clit with all her might. She was panting so hard, her whole body rigid, and focused on the volcano erupting in her loins, that RJ feared she would hyperventilate. After a minute, Kayla collapsed into a heap and tried to catch her breath. “You alright K?” RJ looked as his panting sister with concern. “No I’m not OK you fool” Kayla laughed, “I am in ecstasy! RJ, I just can’t imagine that there is another guy on the planet that can bring a girl off with their fingers . . . like you can.” With that Kayla struggled to sit up and again planted a very wet ‘thank-you’ kiss on her brothers lips. As Kayla started to try and straighten her dripping panties and skirt, RJ spun in his seat and looked like he was going to start the truck. “What are you doing, RJ? Hold on a minute” Kayla said to her brother. She then grasped the passenger door handle and leaped out of the truck. RJ thought that his sister needed to pee and was going to squat behind a bush. Instead, she raced around the truck and opened his driver’s side door. “Turn sideways big brother,” Kayla said, “turn-about is fair play.” As he did Kayla reached into his lap and began to unzip his pants. She had to be careful as RJ’s ample cock was straining at full erection against his blue jeans. “You don’t have to do that K,” RJ said. “Maybe I don’t, but I really want to. You just gave me a super orgasm and I love you so much, I want to make you feel good too” Kayla told her brother. “What I SHOULD do, is let you fuck me with that giant cock of yours RJ . . . . mid-cycle or not . . . . rubbers or no rubbers . . . . I really should let you dump your load in me!” “It’s OK sis . . . I really don’t mind waiting” RJ assured her. “No it’s not OK, RJ . . . .you’ll just wind up jacking-off later . . . I know you are very horny and we won’t be able to sleep together with Daddy home for the weekend. I’m so stupid, I don’t know why I didn’t think to grab some rubbers before we left” Kayla finished. Kayla had worked the zipper down on RJs Levis and had his cock free of his underwear. RJ had an unusual cock for a 16 year old, in that it was approaching 9 inches. They knew because he and Kayla had measured it once. They had a debate about whether you were supposed to measure a guy’s cock from the top, from tip to public bone, or on bottom from tip to ball-sack. RJ had assured his sister you were supposed to measure on the top. So, they had measured on the top and found it just short of 9 inches, and almost 2 1/4 inches around. Kayla had asked RJ if he was done growing his penis yet and RJ had said he wasn’t sure. Kayla was OK if he didn’t get any longer, as sometimes he would hurt her a little bit when he hit bottom. However, RJ said he would like to get thicker. Kayla said she didn’t know why boys were so concerned with their penis size, as she couldn’t believe that being thicker could provide her any greater pleasure that RJ gave her now. RJ told her that boys worry about size, for the same reason girls worry about how big their tits are gonna get! Once Kayla had RJs cock free of his underwear, she started to stroke him up and down, as she had a hundred times before. “RJ, don’t hold back . . we don’t have a lot of time and I want to make you feel good for tonight.” With that Kayla wrapped her lips around the head of RJs cock while she continued to stroke his shaft for all she was worth. RJ moaned as his sister’s warm lips engulfed his manhood. She had this technique of swirling her tongue all around his Glans, followed by a sudden and strong sucking sensation. This drove RJ mad every time she did this. RJ knew that at some point she would bite him. RJ had admonished his sister a hundred times not to nip at the head of his cock! Kayla always laughed and told him to ‘be a man about it . . . besides a little pain is good for you!’ Somehow, Kayla would sense when RJ was getting close. Perhaps it was the imperceptible (to him) swelling and widening of the head of his cock. At that point, just as RJ would be feeling the stirring in his balls, she would strike. She called it a ‘love bite’ . . . just a little nip, she would say. But to RJ’s engorged and ready to pop member, it would feel like a dragon had chomped down on him! Perhaps Kayla had some masochistic genes. Secretly, RJ had to admit to himself that although it was painful to have the head of one’s penis bitten, it only lasted a second and the heightened rush it gave him when he ejaculated was immense! Kayla practiced her technique and each time she sucked hard, RJ bucked his hips against his sister’s warm mouth. After just a few minutes, Kayla has him worked to a fever pitch. He wondered how she had become so excellent at this, as he knew for a fact that his sister had never performed this act with anyone but him. Suddenly he felt it, the stirring deep in his loins. The guttural urge to release. He bucked his hips and there it was . . .the painful nip on the head of his cock, which in turn sent him over the edge. RJ saw an explosion of stars as the combination of the painful bite and the surge of his semen created an exquisite orgasm for the 16 year old boy. RJ had another sexual oddity. He produced an unusual amount of seminal fluid. When he popped, squirt after squirt roped it way into his sister’s sucking mouth and down her throat. Kayla loved his taste and would love to drink his cum all day, if she could. After about 5 or 6 very strong ejaculations, followed by a couple of minor contractions RJ felt in his balls and prostate, he collapsed in a heap in the driver’s seat. Kayla licked him clean and stood upright now in the door. “So, big brother, was I a passable cock-sucker for you this evening?” “Kayla, you know I don’t like it when you call yourself a cock-sucker. But yes, you are one very accomplished person at oral sex!” RJ could only grin back at Kayla’s smile, knowing she had just given her brother . . . her lover . . . much pleasure this evening. Kayla walked around the truck, buttoning and tucking in her blouse to her skirt, and jumped in the passenger side. “We better be getting back” Kayla said, “mom will be getting worried. She told us not to be gone long.” RJ put the truck in reverse and carefully backed out of ‘their spot’ onto Johnson road. As he accelerated out of sight, 11 year old Penny Benjamin stood up from the spot where she had been crouched in the bushes. Penny was dressed in a two-piece bathing suit and she had a towel around her neck. The bottoms of her two piece suit were around her knees and she was furiously rubbing that ‘special spot’ she had recently discovered between her legs. She was there now, and felt the tightening in her tummy that signaled that ‘good feeling’ that rubbing her ’special spot’ always created. As Penny rubbed her clit furiously, suddenly there it was. She shuddered and became totally rigid as she pushed on her magic place. Her breathing was ragged and her chest had a deep flush to it. She had had yet another ‘good feeling’ as she called it. As Penny pulled her bathing suit up, she thought to herself, ‘I don’t know who those kids were, but I hope I can see them again some time!’ While Penny could not see what the boy in the truck had done to the girl, she certainly had a bird’s eye view of what the girl had done to the boy. She and her girlfriends had giggled about ‘blow jobs’, as her girlfriend called them, but she had never seen one before. It didn’t take RJ long to drive home. As he and Kayla entered the house through the garage they found their father sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper and their mother at the sink just finishing the dishes. Rob Evans didn’t look up from his paper but he asked his children “So, where did you two wind up going?” Kayla hated lying to her Daddy, but she couldn’t very well tell him where they had really been. So, she said the first thing that came to her mind. “Oh we just went and had some Ice Cream.” Kathy Evans was just turning from the sink to look at her daughter. As she did, she glanced up and down her daughter. Kathy reached out as Kayla passed, grasped Kayla’s wrist and simply said “come here honey,” pulling the teen girl toward the sink. It took Kathy all of 1 second to note that her daughter was not wearing a bra . . .and she was quite sure she had been when they left. Still grasping Kayla’s wrist, Kathy picked up a damp dishrag from the sink. Kathy had a bemused look on her face when she said to her daughter “looks like you got some of that ‘cream’ on your blouse honey!” Kayla’s eyes got huge and the expression on her face said ‘what are you doing, Mom?’ and gestured at her father with her eyes, as he sat, still reading the paper. Kathy still had a smirk on her face as she said to Kayla “I wasn’t sure it would cum . . .off.” Kathy had made a very slight pause between the word ‘cum’ and ‘off’ as she rubbed the glob of semen with the dishcloth. “Kayla, why don’t you put that blouse in the washer so it won’t stain, sweetie? Then you can go and take your shower.” Aside from the stain on the blouse, Kayla reeked of sex and Kathy could smell the girl. As Kathy released Kayla’s wrist, Kayla’s eyes were still wide. It was all Kathy could do not to burst into laughter. As Kayla exited the room, Rob sat there still reading the paper and totally unawares. A couple of minutes later, RJ reappeared in the kitchen. “where is K” he asked his mom. “She’s doing some laundry, why don’t you see if you can give her a hand RJ” “OK” he said cheerfully, and went in search of his sister. Bt the time RJ found Kayla, she was already in the shower. He was tempted to jump in with her, but that was way too risky with their father home. Sometime later, RJ entered Kayla’s bedroom and found her already propped up in bed, reading. “Going to bed early tonight K?” “Yea, I’m kind of tired tonight. I think you wore me out” she said with a wide grin. “RJ I need to tell you what happened when I came in from the garage earlier though.” Kayla then went on to explain to her brother that their mother had found a dollop of Cum on her blouse and made a show of cleaning it off. RJ just laughed. But Kayla said that she was quite sure their mother had been enjoying her discomfort with their dad in the room reading the newspaper. RJ leaned in and gave Kayla a big hug and a very warm goodnight kiss. “God, I hate not being able to sleep together when dad is home on the weekends” RJ said. “Daddy is off back to Washington in the morning. After he leaves why don’t you come in and surprise me? I love the way you wake me up” Kayla laughed out loud. RJ gave her a quick peck and said “see you in the morning. Love you little sis.” “I love you too big brother, g’nite.” Chapter 3 of 35 A few more weeks drug by. Some of RJs school buddies returned from family vacations. Many had fun with their families’ vacations and told RJ all about it. RJ wished that his dad didn’t work so hard, and so far from home, in Washington DC. RJ remembered when they used to have family vacations or long weekends at the lake aboard their 30 ft Party Hut. Kayla had her brood of girlfriends, including Mary Cunningham, who had been Kayla’s best friend since early grade school. Their birthdays were within weeks of each other and Mary and Kayla were inseparable, except when Kayla was spending time with RJ. Sometimes the three of them would hang out together, but RJ and Kayla would have to be sure to avoid being too demonstrative in front of Mary. One time, while walking through a mall in an adjoining town, RJ had absentmindedly held Kayla’s hand. Mary saw this and asked “Why are you guys holding hands?” “Don’t you ever hold your brother’s hand when you walk together” Kayla had replied nonchalantly. “That dweeb! No, I wouldn’t hold his hand if he begged me. Probably get koodies or something” Mary said forcefully! Kayla and RJ laughed at Mary’s remark. They both knew Mary’s brother and he was a dweeb! Kayla changed sides so that RJ was now in the middle of the two girls. Kayla gestured to RJ that he should hold Mary’s hand also as Kayla grabbed his opposite hand. Kayla looked over at Mary and said “There, now people will think that RJ has two girlfriends.” Looking up at RJ she teased further, “You are such a stud RJ . . . keeping two girls at the same time!” “You guys are the weirdest brother and sister I’ve ever known. You’re not supposed to even like your brother” Mary said. However, she made no attempt to release RJ’s hand. Secretly she kind of liked it. She’d had a crush on Kayla’s brother, but she would never say anything to Kayla and risk jeopardizing their special relationship. After Mary made her comment, both RJ and Kayla had the same thought; they needed to be more careful about absentminded displays of affection after having dodged that bullet. Kayla’s thought was ‘thank goodness RJ hadn’t suddenly kissed me, as he sometimes did out of the blue!’ The more RJ thought about the family vacations and weekends at the lake with the boat, the more an idea began to take hold in the back of his head. His father arrived home on the train late Friday evening. Now that RJ was driving and had his own truck, he volunteered to drive to the train station to pick his father up. Kathy was happy to let her son do this, as it would give her time to shower and put on the new negligee she had picked up in anticipation of this weekend with Rob. When he got home, he’d find her lounging on the bed in the new black see-through negligee . . . absent any panties of course! Rob would be too tired to do anything after his arduous week at work Kathy feared, but it would plant the seed, probably giving him cause to dream, and in the morning when he was rested she knew he would ravish her to the point where she’d have trouble walking. Both she and Rob had abnormally high sex drives, and if it wasn’t for the kids being under foot, they would probably fuck non-stop on the weekends! The train was 10 minutes late arriving and RJ waved at his father as he walked from the platform. “Where is mom” his father asked while putting his briefcase and bag in the back seat of the truck. “I told her I’d pick you up so she didn’t have to go out tonight. Hope you don’t mind?” “No not at all. Thanks for giving mom a break. How are you and Kayla doing this week” his dad questioned. “Fine. Just a little bored. I wish I could have found a summer job” RJ replied. “Well son, the economy sucks right now. Just enjoy your summer off. Soon enough you’ll be out in the work-force with your nose to the grindstone.” Not too much else was said on the short drive home. Rob trudged up the stairs with his bags while RJ went to look for Kayla, finding her watching TV in the Family Room. “Where’s Daddy” Kayla asked seeing her brother come into the room alone. “He went upstairs straight away. He probably had other things on his mind, besides searching you out” RJ said with a knowing smirk on his face. “I don’t think they’re ‘doing it’” Kayla said. “Mom says that Daddy’s usually too exhausted, after being gone all week, to have sex with her on Friday nights.” “But we won’t bother them too early in the morning so they can have some ‘special time’”. “Kayla, that’s just weird!” “What’s weird?” Kayla didn’t understand what RJ meant. “That mom talks to you about her sex life. Do you guys tell each other everything,” RJ replied. “Yes. As a matter of fact we do tell each other everything. Mom and I don’t have any secrets from each other!” That actually scared the hell out of RJ. While he and Kayla were both comfortable with the special relationship they had with each other, RJ knew that society frowned greatly on brothers and sisters being lovers. He shivered to think of what details of their love-making Kayla had been sharing with their mother. “Well Kayla, all I know is that while dad is home on the weekends, doing, or not doing, whatever with mom, I don’t get to sleep with MY favorite girl!” “RJ, don’t be such an ass. Dad only gets to sleep with mom three nights a week. You and I get to sleep together 4 nights a week. Do you know how many times we fooled around this week, in one way or the other, now that school is out?” Kayla didn’t wait for her brother to form an answer. “15!. We’ve either had sex, done oral, or you finger-fucked me, or I jacked you off 15 times this week. And I didn’t count the 30 minute make-out session we had on Wednesday in the living room, when mom came home in a bad mood and caught us, and told us to knock it off!” “Geese Kayla, I didn’t want to start a fight” RJ said. “Sometimes RJ, I wonder if all I am is a convenient piece of ass to you” Kayla pouted. RJ sat on the sofa next to her. “Don’t ever say that K. I love you, you know that. I can’t help it if the Evans’ genes make me extremely horny! Besides, tell me with a straight face that by Monday morning when Dad goes back to work, you won’t be climbing the walls with hornyness, and be begging me to fuck you” RJ said. Kayla never could stay annoyed with her brother. Besides she knew he was right. More than once when her daddy was home, Kayla had been so horny that she considered slipping into RJs room for a ‘quickie’. But she knew the rules, and wouldn’t violate them, less her mother take away the privileges she gave to Kayla and RJ. RJ kissed Kayla, after looking over his shoulder to make sure his mom and dad were not in sight. “Don’t be mad at me?” “I’m not mad at you RJ. Honest. I’ll see you in the morning” Kayla said as she turned off the TV and prepared to go to her room. RJ awoke alone in his bead. He could smell the bacon and hear it sizzling in the pan. As he trudged down the stairs in just his boxer shorts he could see Kayla was busy making breakfast consisting of bacon and scrambled eggs. As RJ walked up behind his sister he said “Morning K” Kayla turned around, put down the spatula, placed her arms around RJs neck and leaned in to give him a warm kiss. RJ pushed away and warned “Careful Kayla, mom and dad could be around.” “No. I listened at their door before I came down. They’re ‘doing the deed’ so they won’t join us for about an hour.” With that Kayla leaned in and placed a passionate kiss on RJs lips and he pulled her tight to him. Kayla had on a tee shirt and panties and RJ could feel her erect nipples poking into his bare chest through the thin fabric of her tee. As Kayla broke the kiss she said to RJ “You were right.” “Right about what” RJ wanted to know. “I’m so fucking horny already I want to lean over the counter and have you pound my cunt!” RJ laughed, but the erection snaking its way out of his fly told that him that he was just as aroused as his sister. RJ kissed his sister again quickly as said “Maybe we can find an excuse to go somewhere together today and you can have your way with me!” As an afterthought RJ said, “or maybe mom and dad will go out, and we can have some play time here.” “RJ you know the rule – no fooling around in the house when Daddy is in town!” “Yea-yea” RJ said and changed the subject. “Breakfast smells good; can I have some of that?” The two teens sat quietly and ate their breakfast, except for when RJ reached across to get the Salt and Pepper. He purposely rubbed his sister’s tits through the tee, causing her to shiver in delight. Then he briefly cupped her sex through her panties. Kayla had playfully swatted his hand away, all the while secretly wishing she had a way to sit on her brother’s engorged cock! Around 10 AM their parent’s made an entrance. Kathy had on a shorty-robe over top of the black negligee but the lace bodice showed above the cut in the robe. RJ and Kayla both noticed the swell of their mother’s breasts, allowing maximum cleavage to be displayed, barely concealed by the lace top. Rob had on his pajama bottoms and his customary robe. Kayla had already placed her and RJs dishes in the dishwasher and was sitting at the breakfast bar drinking coffee with RJ. Kayla looked up at her mother and could see that she was absolutely glowing. ‘Geese, Daddy must have really made love to her, for her to be almost giddy’ Kayla thought to herself. “What can I make you two for breakfast” Kayla wanted to know as she poured cups of coffee for both her parents. “You don’t have to cook for us dear, I can do that” her mother said. “Sit. Relax” Kayla said to her mom with a knowing grin that caused Kathy to blush. Even though Kathy and Kayla shared details of their sex lives, it somehow made Kathy a little embarrassed that her 15 year old daughter obviously realized that her mother had just had her brains fucked out! “Just the bacon and some eggs will be fine honey” Kathy told her daughter, as RJ poured both his parents a large glass of OJ. RJ noted that both his parents seemed both well rested and in an extremely good mood. He sensed that now was the time to broach the idea that had been forming in the back of his mind for several days. “Dad, Mom, there is something I’d like to discuss with you” RJ led off. “It’s something I have been thinking about for days.” “Of course honey, is something wrong” his mother wanted to know. Kayla had turned in surprise. RJ had not discussed anything with her. She just hoped that RJ wasn’t going to piss off their father, and ruin any chance they had of sneaking away together today. Rob just waited for his son to proceed while he sipped his coffee. “Nothing is wrong mom. Well” RJ took a deep breath; “I was thinking that summer is half over already. I was thinking about how we used to do long weekends on the lake before dad started traveling to Washington DC. And the thought struck me. Dad, you know that you insisted that both Kayla and I take the Coast Guard approved USPS boating courses.” Rob nodded his head, but had no idea where this was headed. Kayla was even more confused about what RJ was babbling about. Continuing RJ said, “Well, I was thinking that being as Kayla and I both have our boating certification, you might allow us to take the Party Hut Pontoon Boat up to the lake for a four day weekend and do a little camping. Now that I have a drivers license and my own pickup truck, I can tow the boat . . . and, well, I thought that it would be fun for Kayla and I to go camping like we used to . . .and I understand that you have to work and can’t do this right now . . . but it seems like a nice idea . . .” RJ ran out of gas and truly was babbling. He hadn’t rehearsed his ‘sell’ very well, as he had approached his father almost on impulse. As soon as RJ stopped talking Kayla exclaimed “OH WOW! That would be so cool . . Can we do it Daddy? Please? Will you let us?” Kathy started to respond, “Oh I don’t think so kids, I think you’re a little young to be going out to the lake by yourselves.” “Well you could go with us Mom”, Kayla blurted out. “No I couldn’t honey. You Father is only home on Saturday and Sunday so I can’t be at the lake 150 miles away, while your dad is home for the weekend. I’m sorry but I don’t think so kids.” RJ and Kayla tried to mask their disappointment. It really did seem like a cool idea. Rob had been strangely silent through all of this exchange. Turning to Kathy he said, “Look honey, I don’t usually disagree with you . . certainly not in front of the kids. But we spent the money to get both our kids the training and boating certifications specifically so they would be responsible boaters.” “And we’re both excellent swimmers” Kayla interrupted her father’s thoughts. “Yes, and they are both accomplished swimmers” her father smiled at Kayla. “While RJ was asking, I was sitting reminiscing that my sister Christy and I did our first boating trip to camp at the lake, in a run-down 20 ft Bayliner I had purchased . . . and at the time I was only slightly older than RJ.” “You had your own boat when you were 16, Dad?” RJ inquired. “Yes, I’ve always owned some sort of boat. A few times when you kids were little and we moved, I was without a boat for a year or two, but generally, I’ve always had a boat. “However RJ, the Bayliner was a lot less boat to handle than the 30 ft Party Hut!” Kathy sat there staring at her husband. It was true that they rarely had disagreements in front of the kids, particularly when the discussion was about the kids! It seemed to Kathy that her husband was actually about to approve of RJs pipedream. “Rob, do you really think this is wise? I mean there are a hundred things that could happen to them. Maybe next year we’ll all be able to go out together?” “Kathy, if your answer is really a ‘NO’, then I wouldn’t argue. But our children are responsible, they are mature for their age, they get good grades. They don’t do drugs . . . You DON’T do drugs do you kids????” Rob said with a grin. “DADDY!” Kayla exclaimed “how can you even ask such a thing” Kayla lamented. “Not even a little Mary-Jane now and then, Kayla?” Rob was enjoying teasing his daughter. Kayla gave him a disgusted look, but she realized he was being a tease. “Can we get back to the subject at hand” Kathy pulled everyone back. “Rob it seems like you are Ok with this?” “I’m just saying, the kids are getting older. And it isn’t like they are going out without training.” Kathy realized she was being set up. While she had no idea why her husband wasn’t against this, she realized also that if she put her foot down, she would be viewed as the “Bad Guy”. Changing tact Kathy said “Rob, isn’t there a lot of preparation necessary to get the boat ready for a 4 day trip to the lake?” “Yes and no” Rob said without blinking an eye. “The storage yard maintenance guy makes sure the tires are kept properly aired up and shaded from the sun with tire covers. They also keep a trickle charger on the batteries so they won’t get sulfated. They also make sure the cover doesn’t blow off so the boat is secure while in the yard and doesn’t get totally filthy.” “RJ, we’ll need to pick up the boat and check everything is ship-shape, and she’ll need a thorough cleaning, while I am home this weekend” Rob concluded. That ploy had backfired on Kathy. She thought when she’d asked about ‘preparation’, that would be Rob’s queue to say yes, it was too much work for the kids to go out. “Dad there is one problem that I thought of” RJ said. “What’s that son?” “Well, I have not towed something as large as the Party Hut. While I’m not too worried about towing it, I just realized I don’t know how to back it up properly” RJ told his father. “Right” his father said, and Kathy though maybe Rob would come to his senses. “Well RJ”, Rob continued, “While I get dressed, you go out on the shelves in the garage and get the towing mirrors for your Tundra truck. First thing on the agenda is to go get the boat and give you some towing instruction and practice. On the way home we’ll go to the big parking lot at the college, and I will teach you how to back up the boat trailer, using just your side view mirrors.” Kathy sighed. She had been planning on getting her kids out of the house so she and Rob could run around naked and fuck their brains out all day! Now it looked like the boys were going to be playing with the boat all day. Rob turned to Kayla who felt as though she had been watching the back-and-forth of a tennis match, with all the discussions going on. “Kayla, you have as much or more work to do than RJ does! I know you kids think that boating weekends just ‘happen’ but you are about to learn how much planning, and WORK, you mother went through to make a boating weekend pleasant for all of us. Kayla, you mother will tell you, and show you, what needs to be done, but I expect YOU to do all the planning and get everything provisioned for the weekend. Understood? “Yes Daddy. Understood!” Kathy still couldn’t believe that she had been sucked into this scheme. She could see however, that Kayla was as excited about this as anything she had seen her daughter get excited about in some time! The boys had been gone 2 ½ hours already and Kayla had asked her mother to explain all the things that needed to be accomplished. Kathy said “First thing, sit down and plan out each of your meals, plus any snacks. Space is limited – even on the Part Hut – so you have to know exactly what you are taking. We have all the plastic food bins and coolers stacked in the garage. When you do your meal planning you have to think about what each one of you like to eat, how much, and the relative size of things to store. You can only fit so much in the ice chests, so you may have to think of things that don’t need cooling to be edible.” Kayla had gone to the garage and found the stacks of plastic bins that she remembered her mother used to pack with clothes, dry goods and snacks. She also found the two Igloo Ice Chests, one of which was very large, and one being smaller. While the men were absent, Kayla had already cleaned all the plastic cases and coolers. Unlike her mother who had always made hand written lists, Kayla went to her room and fired up her laptop. She created a spread sheet, labeled it ‘Meal Planning’ and listed Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner and Snacks, in four rows, underneath columns labeled Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. She then went about populating the list. An hour later, Kayla emerged with a print out for her mother to look at. Kathy was pleasantly surprised at her daughter’s organizational skills, but felt there was too much non-nutritious food on her list. So, while they adjusted some of the meals, with Kayla making corrections on her laptop, between the two of them they actually had accomplished much of the grocery list they would need to provision. The men arrived back at the house 2 1/2 hours later and Kathy and Kayla heard a honking out front. Looking out the window, they saw RJ at the wheel of the Tundra, and he was backing the boat so this it was closer to the curb and parallel parked. The girls came out grinning and Kayla could not help but give her brother a warm hug. “How was it RJ? It is hard to tow the boat” Kayla asked her brother. “No, with the extension mirrors it is easy. I just have to remember to make turns wide so I don’t run over a curb with the trailer” RJ replied. “What about backing up” Kayla asked. “Dad taught me this really cool method of being able to point the back of the boat in the direction I need it to go, just by hand placement on the bottom of the steering wheel Kayla. We went to the College parking lot; Dad put cones out, and had me back up a number of times between the cones, all from different angles. After a while I got the hang of it pretty good.” Kayla jumped up and down with excitement. “Oh RJ, were going to the lake – I can’t wait!” RJ hadn’t realized his sister would be so jazzed by the idea. But he was excited, that she was excited. Kayla talked a mile a minute about the food lists, meal planning and all the things she had done with their mother while the guys were picking up the boat. While all this was going on, Kathy quietly went up on the Party Hut and rummaged through the drawers. When she came down, she said “You boys get some buckets and soap and clean this messy boat. Kayla, I have something I want to show you sweetie.” While the men started hosing off 2 years worth of dust and grime, and broke out buckets of soap, the girls retired to the breakfast bar. Kathy turned to her daughter and said “I had hoped I find these still on the boat. They should make some of your chores easier to get ready.” Kathy handed Kayla a sheath full of lists. One was marked Meals” . . . just like the one Kayla had already worked on. One said ‘Kids Items’ and dealt mostly with toys, games, blankies, teddy bears, etc. Kayla realized that these lists had been developed over many years of family outings. One list was entitled ‘Personal Items’. As Kayla scanned it, she saw things like tooth paste, sunscreen, hand lotion, . . . birth control pills, douche . . . now Kayla realized the thought that had mother had put into the trips. Kayla would probably not have thought to bring douche apparatus on a camping trip . . but it wasn’t a bad idea, given the amount of sex that was likely to happen. Kayla shuddered, what if they had left home and she had forgotten her birth control pills . . .THAT would have put a damper on things, now wouldn’t it?! “Mom these are fantastic” Kayla responded. “I wouldn’t have thought about some of this stuff. I will take these lists and put them on my computer. Where you have the quantities, I can just enter that in my spreadsheet any time the length of a trip changes. “Of course I don’t think we’ll be taking Blankies or Teddy along any more” Kayla laughed as did her mother. The guys were busy going through all kinds of checklists for the mechanical preparation of the boat. “RJ there is still one thing that could ruin your whole weekend outing” his father said. “What’s that dad” RJ quickly perked up. “Well, when we put the boat away, I ran the gas out of the carburetors, but the fuel in the tank is no doubt stale, even though I put gas stabilization into the tank. There is a possibility that there could be some problem with the carbs.” Rob explained to his son. “So what do we do” RJ wanted to know. “First we put the engine flush kit on and connect to the garden hose. Next let’s drain all the gas in the boat tanks into a jerry-can. Then we’ll put 5 gal of fresh gas in the boat tank, plus some carb cleaner, plus some octane booster, plus some more gas stabilization agent. If the engine won’t run, I am afraid you are out of luck son, until we can get the carbs rebuilt.” RJ felt a slight sinking feeling, but he held out hope as his father showed him what to disconnect to drain gas, etc. 30 minutes later, they were all ready with fresh gas and additives in the boat tank. Rob explained to RJ the technique to apply the choke briefly and try to start the engine. Rob then walked over to turn on the garden hose and said “OK RJ, give it a try.” RJ followed the instructions his father had given him and cranked the engine. Three times he attempted to start the engine, but it would not fire. “Dad what is this little red tab on the coil-cord laying on the floor” RJ asked his father. “That’s the reason the boat wont fire RJ. That’s the emergency stop kill switch lever!” Rob showed RJ how to plug it in, and explained its purpose. Sure enough when RJ tried the engine again, it fired and ran sporadically with a huge cloud of smoke. Eventually the engine smoothed a bit, but even after 15 minutes, Rob had cocked his ear to the motor and said “RJ, I think we have a fouled plug. Let me go and look for a set of spare spark plugs, I think I have some in my tool box.” While Rob rummaged trying to find the new spark plugs for the boat, Kayla came out to see how her brother was progressing. “Hey RJ, how’s it going?” “Looks like we have a fouled plug” RJ said to his sister. Kayla reached out quickly and grabbed RJs crotch causing him to yelp. “Hey brother I don’t want your ‘plug’ to be fouled!’ Kayla laughed at the double-entendre. She then leaned in to whisper to her brother, ensuring that no one could overhear. “Just think RJ, 4 whole days alone together. We can run around naked all day and you can screw me until your dick falls off!” Kayla laughed and grinned. Then seeing her father was returning, she excused herself back into the house to work on her chores. Father and son worked into the evening to ensure that all mechanical and safety equipment had been checked. Rob showed RJ how to use and program the GPS and went over the VHF radio with him. He then opened the boats log book, and showed RJ how to reach emergency numbers for the Park Ranger, police and other services at the lake. The very last thing he went over was to remind RJ how the shower system and porta-potty was to be operated. Rob said to his son, “The shower doesn’t afford much modesty but you and Kayla can act as lookouts for each other while showering to make sure no other boats are approaching from the rear. The curtain doesn’t exactly close properly back aft.” As an afterthought Rob said “I know that we guys can just pee off the back of the boat, but your sister will appreciate the porta-potty. Make sure you remind her of the proper sequence for flushing and locking the handle.” RJ doubted that Kayla would use the porta-potty, except to do #2 maybe, but he’d remind her how it worked. About 7PM Kathy had dinner ready and the four of them came together in the dining room. There was endless chatter about what all each had done and found out. At one point RJ said “Boy dad, it was a good thing we checked the wheel bearings, they really needed some grease!” Rob nodded his acknowledgment. Kathy remarked that Kayla had both updated and automated all of her old check-lists. After dinner while RL and Kayla were doing dishes, they chatted about how much fun they were going to have, and RJ remarked about some of the interesting places on the lake that he remembered, and that he hoped they could find them again. Kayla and RJ heard the phone ring and their mother answer it. They could tell that it was someone their mother was familiar with from the general tone, but they couldn’t hear the conversation. About a half-hour later the two teens entered the family room to find their mother had just ended the phone conversation and they all joined their father who was sitting in his recliner. “That was your sister Christy” Kathy said to Rob. “Oh? How are they all doing up there” Rob wanted to know. “Everyone is fine. I got to telling Christy all about what’s going on here and all the preparations for the lake outing, and she said that it sounded like a blast. She said it reminded her of when you and she used to go camping at the lake, Rob! You’ll have to tell me about that sometime . . .I don’t recall you mentioning that before” Kathy said. “Anyway, kids, Aunt Christy said that Candace and Kenny were driving her nuts and they were bored to tears for something to do. As Kenny has his driver’s license, I suggested that Candace and Kenny might like to come down and go to the lake with you two. Wouldn’t that be fun?” The blood drained from Kayla’s face. She could see her plans for a getaway with RJ going down the drain. “Mom, this was supposed to be for RJ and me. We haven’t even seen Ken and Candy for three years almost. What if they are obnoxious or something? They might ruin the whole trip.” Kathy gave her daughter a long stare. She sensed what the real agenda might be. “Kayla, when you all were small and they lived down here, you kids were together all the time and got along wonderfully. It’s unfortunate that they are about 3 hours away . . Actually it’s a shame we don’t get together more often but schedules never seem to mesh. Anyway, Kenny is 17 now and drives and Candy is 14. It should be fun to have someone along who is around the same ages as you and RJ . . and besides they are family.” Kayla wanted to argue but she knew ‘the stare’ when her mother gave it to her. Kayla couldn’t figure out how to get their cousins ‘un-invited’ and Kayla knew her mother was really not in favor of this trip for RJ and herself anyway. So, to argue further might get the whole thing canceled! “So, when are they going to be here” Kayla asked her mother. “Christy hasn’t even talked to the kids yet. So it’s not even for sure” her mother responded. Kayla thought, ‘there’s hope yet!’ However, not 15 minutes later Kayla’s hopes were dashed again as a series of rapid fire text messages started to arrive from her cousin Candace, or Candy, as everyone called her. “OMG. Can’t believe we get to see u.” “TNX for inviting us.” “What we can bring?” “What u wearing to lake?” “RJ driving now?” Finally Kayla sent one text message of her own. “I’ll call you” was all she said. Kayla went to her room and called her cousin Candy. Candy was gushing as they caught up on everything. They talked rapid fire for an hour and a half and touched on every subject they could imagine. Candy wanted to know what to bring, and Kayla said “let me email you all the check-lists. That will give you a good feel for what we’ve identified for ourselves, and you and Kenny can work off the same items. Don’t worry about any of the food stuffs as Mom and I will take care of that . . . . unless, you or Kenny have some special food you need or allergies or something. Candy assured Kayla that she and her brother had no special food needs. Candy opened the email while they were still talking and said “Oh my God, you have so much detail, I’d of never thought of all this stuff.” Finally the two teen girls rang off and Kayla went to find her mother and father. RJ was sitting with them in the family room. “So, how was catching up with Candy” her mother wanted to know. “Fine. They are very excited to be coming along. Actually after talking to her, she seemed like a really sweet girl” Kayla concluded. “I wonder what she looks like” RJ asked without thinking. He was met with a death stare from his sister, and he felt chagrinned. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough, they’ll be here Thursday evening about 6 PM” Kayla said. “Gee, the last time we saw them Kenny was 14 and Candy was 11 . . I’ll bet they have changed a lot by now” Kayla trailed off. Everyone was tired from a frenetic day of doing chores in preparation for outfitting the boat for the trip. Kayla went to get her shower. Rob and Kathy retired to their bedroom, feigning fatigue. RJ took the opportunity with his parents behind closed doors to pop into the shower while Kayla was in there. He poked his head around the shower curtain and peered at his sister’s luscious body. “What are you doing idiot! Do you want to get caught by Daddy?” Kayla wailed. “Relax. Mom and Dad are in the bedroom and I heard the door lock behind them. We both know what that means” RJ said. “Still, you shouldn’t be in here RJ. It’s too risky” Kayla protested. “I just wanted to tell you that I know you were disappointed that Kenny and Candy got invited . . but let’s just try and have a fun weekend. OK?” “RJ, it’s just that I had things planned to be alone with you for a whole weekend, with no parents around.” “I know, but I’m sure we’ll get to sneak away from our cousins at some point for a little hanky-panky” RJ laughed. “It wasn’t a ‘little’ hanky-panky I had in mind” Kayla replied, “it was a ‘lot’ of hanky-panky!. “Now get out of here before you get caught!” “OK, but I just wanted you to know I love you . . and I’m looking forward to our little get-away, cousins or no cousins” RJ said. His lips brushed Kayla’s and he was off to get his own shower and turn-in for the night. Behind Rob and Kathy’s locked bedroom door they were locked in a passionate embrace. “I still can’t believe you are in favor of letting Kayla and RJ go off alone with that big boat,” Kathy said. “The kids will be fine Kathy. I’ll be a great memory for them.” “And what’s all this reminiscing about camping trips between you and your sister, Christy” Kathy wanted to know. “Oh, I’ll tell you all about it some time when I’m not so busy” Rob said, and he slowly raised the back of Kathy’s skirt and started playing with her ass. “right now I’ve got some important things to take care of with a very beautiful lady” Rob smiled, as he inched his fingers under Kathy’s panties and began to finger her swampy hole. “So what game do you want to play tonight” Kathy grinned lasciviously. “How about Cowboy and Indian maiden? You know the one where I ride your pony side-saddle” Kathy giggled. Rob tossed his wife of 15 years on the bed and started to ravage her. As he worked his way down to her crotch and started to tongue her through her panties, Kathy let out a squeal. Chapter 4 of 35 Sunday was much like Saturday had been except that their parents didn’t make an appearance until almost 11 AM. Once as Kathy went to her room to get something, she heard her mother’s muffled cry of ecstasy from behind her mother’s bedroom door. Inching closer she could hear the faint sound of bedsprings squeaking and the occasional rapping of a headboard. Kayla stood stock-still trying not to breathe in order to hear what was going on. While she couldn’t hear very well through the wall, she did suddenly hear her mother cry out “OH FUCK ME ROB! Give me all your baby juice . . . fuck me harder!” Listening outside to her mother only made Kayla itchier between her own legs and Kayla thought briefly about returning to her own bedroom to rub her pussy to orgasm. Kayla had retreated to the breakfast bar when her mother made an appearance at 11AM. Kathy sat at the bar and Kayla got up to pour her some coffee. RJ had gone out of the room for a moment. Kayla came up behind her mother and sat the coffee in front of her. Kayla reached around her mother to give her a hug. “Morning Mom. You OK?” “Never better dear” her mother replied with a song in her voice. Kayla leaned in while still embracing her mother from the rear and whispered in her ear. “You look like the cat that ate the Canary . . your hair is wild . . your cheeks are glowing . . . do you think your legs will ever come back together Mom? How long were you guys at it???” “Four hours and I lost track of the number of times. But that’s none of your business and don’t be rude Missy” Kathy said to her daughter giving her a friendly swat and laughing. “Geese Mom, I didn’t think you guys could last four hours at your advanced age” Kayla teased. Kathy turned and gave Kayla a hard swat on the ass! “Advanced age? I can still take you over my knee Missy!” The girls were still laughing when RJ came back in the room. “what’s so funny” he wanted to know.” “Oh nothing – just girl talk” his mother replied. “Well where’s dad? I was just re-checking everything on the boat and I found two tie down straps that are badly sun-rotted. I think we need to replace them’ RJ said to his mother. “Kayla give your brother $40 from my cupboard hiding spot please. RJ, why don’t you go to Home Depot and buy some new straps. I’m sure your father would approve” Kathy told her son. Kayla did as she was told and handed the money to RJ who started to leave. As he went through the garage door Kayla called to him, “wait for me RJ, I’ll go to Home Depot with you.” As soon as RJ was out of earshot Kayla said to her mom, “No hanky-panky while we’re gone young lady!” Kathy laughed at her daughter’s remark. “Don’t worry – we’ll be good. Now Go” her mom retorted. Kayla raced out to RJs truck and slid into the passenger side. She immediately scooted to the middle, not caring if one of their friends might see her sitting beside her brother. What Kayla hadn’t seen was her father standing in the upstairs bedroom window looking out at them. As Rob watched, he first wondered where RJ was going, and then seeing Kayla scoot over beside RJ; Rob wondered why Kayla was sitting so close to her brother? As RJ drove away from the house Kayla placed her hand on RJs thigh. Then she ran her hand higher and fondled RJs rapidly swelling manhood through his Levis. “Wanna go somewhere and fuck my brains out for a while big brother?” “Kayla, God you are one horny girl!. Look sweetie, we really need to get a lot of stuff accomplished while I have dad home with his know-how. Besides, I think Dad would question why it took us so long to run to Home Depot 15 minutes away, and not get home for 2 hours! I promise little sister that in the morning after Dad leaves for work, I’ll slide into your bed and give you the best sex you’ve had in a long, long, time!” Kayla threw RJ a pouty look, even though she knew he was right. She slid her hand a little lower, but kept it on RJs thigh all the way to the store. Even though Kayla had stopped fondling his penis through his Levis, RJ still had to make an adjustment, before he got out of the truck, less all the customers see he had a raging bonner! Sunday turned out to be very busy with Rob and RJ replacing straps and finding some more things in need of maintenance, including a badly leaking water pressure pump. Kayla and Kathy went to the store with the food list which Kayla had already adjusted for 4 people instead of 2. The girls spent the afternoon packing dry goods and clothing into plastic bins. All the food stuff went into the freezer or refrigerator. Kathy explained that Thursday afternoon they would get dry-ice to keep the steaks frozen, and pack everything in the Igloo coolers, then ice everything down. By 9 PM everything had been rechecked twice and RJ had received some further instruction from his father. They had eaten an impromptu dinner, as all four were busy. Kayla and Kathy had packed some of the clothing items RJ and Kayla would need, but her mother told her, they would put the finishing touches on clothing on Thursday afternoon. Kathy suggested that they needed to check the weather report for the weekend, as it was no use taking jackets for the evening if the heat wave continued. All four showered and collapsed for the night. Monday morning Kathy and Rob awoke very early. Katy said “I wish you didn’t have to be gone to Washington all week. I really miss sleeping with you!” Rob leaned in and began kissing Kathy. “I miss you too baby” he said to his beautiful wife. Rob fondled Kathy’s ample breasts and her nipple stiffed immediately, Feeling the nipples rise against the palm of his hand, Rob began to roll and squeeze each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Kathy gave a shiver and let out an audible moan as Rob continued to play with her tits. Rob’s hand trailed down her torso and across her flat abdomen. As his hand approached her public mound, Kathy automatically spread her legs to allow him access to her girl-treasure. Kathy was totally shaved and Rob often told her that he liked the ‘little-girl look’ on her. “God you’re wet baby” Rob said, as his finger slipped into the folds of his wife’s hot pussy, and he sank it to the hilt. “I’m making lots of girl juice for you – cause I need you cock in me this morning” Kathy said. “Well I can’t just jump on you and have my way with you. That wouldn’t be fair,” Rob said. “Yes, that’s exactly what I need. I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me all night, and I’m about to cum from just your finger . . . so get that cock in me buster! Besides, we only have about 30 minutes before we have to get up and get to the train station” Kathy said as she reached for her husband’s rigid cock. The two lovers made no further foreplay. Rob simply mounted Kathy in conventional position and his iron hard cock sank right to her cervix, as Kathy made an ‘oomph’ noise. Kathy tilted her pelvis and locked her legs around her husband, crossing her ankles. This allowed her the leverage to drive herself up onto Rob’s manhood, each time he was thrusting downward. Kathy moaned and cried out as Rob pounded her sodden cunt. Squishy noises could be heard as Katy lubricated so much. Kathy began urging her lover on, saying that she was about to cum all over him. Rob stroked furiously, and even though they had only been coupled for 15 minutes, Rob could feel the tension rising in his balls. “Give me all your baby juice Rob” Katy cried. “Fill my fucking hole up!” Rob redoubled his efforts and moaned “I’m about to cum . . I’m gonna give you a huge load this morning baby!” “Yes . . . yes . . . YES . . .give it to me . . . fill me up” Kathy wailed as she humped upward so hard it almost threw Rob off her. Rob could feel the head of his cock mash into the soft tissue of Kathy’s cervix each time he thrust. Finally he could take no more and jammed his cock into her snatch as hard and far as it would go. Rob suddenly felt a soft elastic like ring around the head of his cock and pulse after pulse of potent baby spunk poured into Kathy. Feeling Rob’s cock probe into her cervix caused Kathy’s eyes to fly open and she fucked him back furiously, trying to drive his entire length into her womb. “Fuck . . . OH GOD. . . CUMming . . . .” Kathy panted trying to breathe during the throws of one of the most intense orgasms he’d had for a while. Finally Rob collapsed on top of her and she allowed her legs to fall to his side. Robs softening member was still lodged inside the tip of her cervix though. “God that was intense” Kathy croaked out. “Glad I please you” Ron whispered, as he planted a kiss on her lips. “I don’t think you’ve ever gone up inside of me like that before. Man did that feel good!” “Mmmmm . . .we’ll have to try that position more often” Rob replied. Rob made an inordinate amount of seminal fluid and Kathy could feel his ample amount of cums starting to leak out of her and run down her butt towards the bed. Kathy pushed on his chest, “time to get up before we make a big mess on the bed.” Kathy cupped her panties to her crotch as she ran to the bathroom to keep drops of cum from falling on the carpet. She jumped into the warm shower and felt glob after glob of Rob’s seed plop out of her to the shower floor. Kathy sometimes mused that ‘with all the baby juice that Rob produced, she was amazed she hadn’t been pregnant more than twice. Thank goodness for good birth control pills! Chapter 5 of 35 [Revised] RJ awoke as he heard the sound of a car engine and the garage door opening. Through bleary eyes he could see his alarm clock read 5:50. He had set it for 6AM, but had beaten the alarm. He looked out the window and saw his mother and father backing out of the driveway. He went to the bathroom and took his morning leak, willing his ‘morning wood’ to go down so he could pee properly. He then washed his hands and splashed water in his face. He went down the hall to his sister’s room and entered through the closed door. Carelessly, as he crept into Kayla room, he left the door ajar behind him. Kayla lay on her back with the sheet midway between her waist and her chin, leaving her breast exposed. RJ stood and marveled at his sister’s tits. Kayla had now gotten up to a ‘C cup, “usually” as she had told RJ. Her breasts were firm and stood out from her 15 year old frame nicely. As was the case with many redheads and strawberry blonds, her areolas were light pink in color with much darker nipples. Kayla had extremely sensitive nipples and sometimes RJ could just about make her climax just by playing with her nipples. The problem was that Kayla became so aroused from nipple-play that she would just about rape RJ. Kayla became very aggressive when she was highly aroused. So RJ had never actually gotten his sister off from nipple-play alone, because she always insisted on fucking at that point! The fact that Kayla was naked on the top, meant she was also naked under the covers, as she usually liked to sleep nude. RJ’s cock had already started to swell to its full length, just under 9 inches, as he looked at Kayla’s tits and thought about what he was about to do. Slowly he approached the foot of Kayla’s bed and carefully lifter the covers up. Kneeling, he snaked his way up under the covers and found Kayla had her legs slightly spread already. RJ wanted to surprise his sister by pleasuring her before she awoke. Moving higher RJ nudged his sister’s thighs and she spread them further automatically. Her breathing told RJ that she was still asleep however. RJ lightly placed a kiss on the top of Kayla’s mons and stuck his tongue out to probe the top of her folds just above her clit. This elicited a moan from his sleeping sister. RJ carefully moved his tongue lower and licked upwards along the length of her teen slit, touching her clit for the first time. A much louder moan escaped Kayla’s lips and she shifted slightly in bed. RJ thought he’d awoken her, but she breathed deeply still in the fog of slumber. RJ zeroed in on her now engorging clit and started swirling his tongue around her sensitive spot, alternately swiping his tongue into her outer lips which were getting wetter by the second. As RJ again probed her clit Kayla said “oh . . . OH . . aahhh” and grabbed the side of RJs head thrusting it harder against her cunt. “What a pleasant surprise” Kayla panted. “Glad you like it” RJ mumbled with his face buried in his sister’s crotch. Now he spread her lips wide apart with his hands and began tonguing the inner folds of Kayla’s snatch in earnest. Kayla flailed about and moaned loudly. After only a minute or so Kayla pushed her brother’s head away while simultaneously bucking her hips against his face. Shuddering in bliss Kayla said “Get up here and fuck me now!” RJ raised his head and said, “Not a chance K!” I told you this was going to be special this morning. Your first orgasm is going to be on the tip of my tongue. I want you to lay back, concentrate on the special spot between your legs and think about the gallon of cum I am going to dump into you next!” Kayla flopped back and closed her eyes as RJ again started lapping at her swollen pussy lips. He started tracing a ‘figure 8’ around her clit button which caused Kayla to buck and squeal. Kayla was already racing towards the abyss. Not having any sex while her father was home during the weekends just made her that much more wanton and out of control. RJ was fucking in and out of her pussy hole with his tongue and alternately sucking on her well distended clit. Kayla’s head flopped from side to side with the sensations driving her wild. She started grunting and almost crying as her pace of humping back at her brother’s tongue increased. RJ sensed that she was very closed to sexual release and it was at this moment that he extended his arms upward so that he could reach Kayla’s nipples while continuing to eat out her pussy. Kayla humped furiously as RJ played with her nipples. Simultaneously RJ squeezed both nipples between his thumb and forefingers and nipped down on key clit. Kayla saw stars manufactured from both the unexpected pain of the bite, and the exotic pleasure it brought on. Suddenly her whole body arched and became stiff and she started to shudder rapidly and let out a very loud scream. While the scream was still in her throat, RJ released her clit and started swirling his tongue around it again. All of a sudden he felt it against his lips; Kayla was convulsing and ejaculating liquid all over his mouth while he continued to suck on his sister’s engorged girl parts! Kayla convulsed out of control and kept making what could only be described as a humming sound. Suddenly she collapsed down on the bed and was panting like a race horse. RJ had heard his buddies talk about girls ‘cuming liquid’ but he always thought it was a fairy tale. Kayla pulled at her brother’s head and said “Fuck me quick RJ” RJ laughed and flopped on his back beside her. “Nope, you fuck me sis. Ride me cowgirl style.” In the blink of an eye Kayla scrambled over her brother’s prone body, grasped his rigid cock and placed the now purple head against the saturated lips of her cunt. In one bold motion she plunged down onto his member and said only “Oomph!” Kayla started rocking her pelvis back and forth on her brother, making sure to rub her clit against his public bone, and scissoring as much of his 9 inches in and out of her as possible. Kathy had returned home from the train station after dropping Rob off and was ascending the stairs when she heard a loud scream from upstairs. Kathy hurried up at first thinking Kayla had been hurt. The noises she heard from Kayla’s room soon became clear what the real source was. Kathy found Kayla’s bedroom door standing open about 25% of the way. She cautiously peered around the door and saw her daughter squatting over her son and just beginning to place RJs huge erection into her vagina. As Kayla pushed downward suddenly Kathy heard her let out an “oomph” sound. Kathy stood mesmerized as she watched her daughter rock back on forth on her son’s erection. It was obvious that Kayla was quite excited and she practically ‘mewed’ as she rode RJ faster and faster. Kathy thought she was about to witness her daughter have an orgasm, but all of a sudden Kayla stopped and repositioned her feet. Placing her feet beside her brother’s hips, Kayla was now in a true squat over her brother. Kathy had not seen RJ naked in a long time. Kayla had mentioned that her brother had a large penis, but Kathy was taken aback. Kayla was squatted over her brother and had at least 6 inched of his cock-shaft exposed not in her vagina. Yet there was still some of RJ buried inside his sister. She heard Kayla say “RJ I’m very close . . I want you to concentrate on dumping a really big load in your little sister’s cunt! I should be able to cum again when I feel you cumming in me.” With that Kayla started riding up and down on RJs shaft by flexing her thigh muscles and haunches. Kathy watched her daughter slide very slowly all the way down RJs cock shaft till their public bones touched, only to raise herself back up until only the tip of his monster cock was still with her. Twice she rose too high and RJ slipped out of her. Immediately Kayla would grab his slippery member and place it back at the entrance of her hole. Kathy was amazed to see the size of RJs penis and in length it rivaled his fathers, with a fiery head that was now almost purple, but perhaps not quite as thick around as Rob’s. Suddenly Kayla started riding up and down faster and faster. RJ had his hands on his sister’s tits and was playing with her nipples again. Kayla grasped RJs biceps for balance as she could not afford to let him slip out now. RJ was moaning loudly and Kayla’s hips were now a blur bouncing up and down on him. Suddenly RJ cried “Sis . . . . . cum . . . “ and that was all he got out. He arched his pelvis so high that he lifted Kayla off the bed impaled on his cock. He started spewing potent baby juice into his sister as rope after rope of his cum entered her. The sensation set Kayla over the edge and her own orgasm struck like a sledge hammer. “OH . . Fuck, oh FUCK! . . . . yes . . . yes . . YES!” She screamed. RJ collapsed back onto the bed and his sister shuddered on top of him for many more seconds. Kathy realized she had been rubbing her own pussy through her slacks, even though Rob had just fucked her brains out an hour earlier. Kathy slowly backed away from her daughter’s door making sure not to make any noise. She turned and went into her bedroom and in a few minutes heard the shower running. She was fairly certain her children were in the shower together! Chapter 6 of 35 {Revised] Monday was a busy day. Kathy took her daughter to shop, not only for the things that Kayla had put on her lists, but Kathy had decided that the curtains in the ‘Hut’ part of the Party Hut Pontoon Boat needed to be changed, as they were now badly sun-faded. As Kenny and Candace were coming down for the weekend, Kathy wanted nice, brand new, beach-towels, bath towels and sheets on the boat also. Mother and daughter made their way to the mall. While Kathy went to Bed, Bath and Beyond for the towels and sheets, Kayla drifted away down the aisle-way after extracting some cash from her mother. Kayla went into Frederick’s of Hollywood and went to a specially marked bathing suit rack to see if they still had a bikini she had seen and had her eye on for a couple of weeks. A 20-something clerk asked if she could help the teen girl, but Kayla said she knew what she was looking for, as she looked through the racks of Bikinis. “Damn, it’s gone” Kayla muttered. “If you tell me what you had your eye on, I may be able to see if we have one in stock in the back” the sales-girl said. Kayla explained in detail what she remembered of the white Bikini. She explained the functional sting ties at the side, the brass ring between the two bra components of the top and the fact that it had a single small rose embroidered off-center along the waist band. “I think I know the suit you are talking about” said the clerk. “What it your size” the young woman wanted to know. Kayla told the attractive sales clerk that she was a 34 ‘C’, but depending on the bra, she sometimes fit into a ‘B’ cup and other times a ‘C’ cup. The sales clerk said to the teen, “well it depends if you are going for maximum cover-up, or maximum display of your cleavage.” “Umm – let’s try the ‘B’ cup Bikini, if you still have one,” the teen replied to the clerk. After several minutes of waiting the clerk reappeared with a positive grin on her face. “You are in luck – we actually had two still in the back that we hadn’t placed on the rack yet.” “Do you want to try it on” the sales clerk asked. Kayla held the bottoms up in front of her, and stretched the waistband out to make sure it would fit her hips. She then looked at the top. The two triangles of fabric looked like they wouldn’t cover much of her boobs. If she were going to be on a public beach, she would have worried if the fabric was going to cover her areolas or not, but that wasn’t a concern on the boat. The fact that the two triangles of cloth were joined between the cups with a brass ‘D’-shaped ring meant there was no adjustment to the top. What you saw – was what you got. “Umm, no I’m not going to try this on; I don’t have on the right underwear. And I know you have rules about trying on a suit without them” Kayla said. The clerk smiled knowingly. “Do you want to see the one with the larger top” the clerk questioned. “No, I’m going to take this one” the teen grinned. “There’s one other thing about this suit that I want to make sure you understand, before you buy it” The clerk said cautiously. Kayla just looked at her unsure of what she wanted to say. “This suit is one of our ‘Rose’ brands . . and those suits are made of a special fabric that . . .well when it gets wet, it becomes pretty transparent. The bottoms have a tri-cot layer in the crotch, so that doesn’t show,” at this the 20ish clerk actually blushed, “but your top and your butt will show through the white suit pretty clearly. Are you sure you wanted to get this one” the clerk asked, sensing Kayla’s age and not sure she would want to show off her body. “OH-Yea, I’m quite sure” Kayla said with a mischievous grin, “that’s why I picked this suit.” A short time later, Kayla found her mother with arms full of packages. “What did you find dear,” her mother asked. “Oh I got a new bikini, it’s just a plain white one” was all the teen beauty said to her mom. Kayla grabbed some of the packages and somehow the subject got changed, so there was no further questioning about the new bathing suit. The girls shopped some more and then Kathy went to Big 5 Sporting Goods. Once there, Kathy bought a new large tow-tube, quite large enough for two people to sit in. “I remember that you kids liked to use this when you were smaller and used to have a blast. I thought that maybe you guys will enjoy getting towed behind the boat when you move from place-to-place” her mother said matter-of-factly. By Monday noon, RJ found that he did not like the feel of the boat’s steering. He disconnected the steering knuckle from the engine, and it still felt very stiff to him. He decided to call his father in Washington D.C. to ask him about it. His father listened and told RJ that this was a ‘good catch’ and that probably there was corrosion building in the steering cable sheath. His father explained to RJ how to first elevate the cable that he had already removed, and the multiple steps involved in clearing the corrosion and then putting a lubricant in the cable sheath. It wasn’t hard, but it was time consuming. When the girls returned home, they found RJ sitting in the captain’s seat, slowing the turning the steering wheel from full left to full right. As the girls approached the boat, Kathy asked her son “What are you doing up there RJ?” “The steering cable was corroded so Dad told me how to lubricate it so it won’t be so tight” RJ responded. “Why didn’t you just put K-Y Jelly on it” Kayla said to her brother, “That always works!” Kayla laughed at her double-entendre. “What do you know about KY Jelly, young lady” her mother retorted! “I know the tube in your night-stand is almost empty . . so I had to buy my own” Kayla laughed out loud. Kathy turned red, and took off running towards Kayla, packages akimbo. “When I catch you young lady, I’m gonna put you across my knee” her mother grinned. Kayla beat-feet for the house, dropping one of the packages along the way, and laughing hilariously. RJ just shook his head at the silly things those two ladies did from time to time. RJ also kept exercising the steering cable which felt much freer than earlier. RJ finished and reassembled the steering. The girls started packing, and repacking the dry goods they had purchased. They also started to assemble the clothes that RJ and Kayla had put on their lists. Kathy set aside 3 plastic bins for Kenny and Candace to put their things into on the boat. Later that afternoon while the girls folded laundry, Kathy said to Kayla “There’s something I want to discuss with you sweetheart.” Kayla could tell from her mother’s tone that she was serious, and not playing around. “Shoot Mom. What’s on your mind?” Kayla responded. “I’m pretty sure I know why you were against inviting Kenny and Candace with you guys” Her mother paused. “I know that you thought you and RJ could have 4 days, away from the parents and over a weekend, where you could have non-stop sex” her mother concluded. “OK. Go on” the teen said cautiously to her mother. “Look Kayla, you and RJ can control yourself for a few days. I don’t think you will die if you go without sex for three or four days. We haven’t seen Kenny and Candy for 3 years. We don’t know what they are like these days, but you don’t need to have any public displays of affection between your brother and yourself. Candy is younger than you, and I don’t think she’s as mature as you were at 14 . . . so just cool it. OK?” “What makes you think she’s so naive? When I was 14, RJ and I fooled around, and you knew about it” Kayla responded. “Well Aunt Christy hasn’t seen any evidence of Ken and Candy showing any interest in each other” Kathy told her daughter. Kayla though ‘oh right. Mom and Aunt Christy talk about everything – no matter how private! Kayla wondered if her Aunt knew about her and RJ.’ Then she realized that her mother had probably had long discussions with her aunt, about her and RJs sexuality. Her mom would have asked her aunt if her kids fooled around too, Kayla realized, that’s how she knew the Kenny and Candace didn’t. “Mom, you know how I feel about RJ! You can’t expect me to keep my hands off of him for 4 days” Kayla lamented. “That is exactly what I expect Kayla” her mother replied. And I want you to be more careful around the house too.” “What are you talking about” the teen wanted to know. “Like this morning when I got back from taking your father to the train station. I came up the stairs and was greeted by quite a show” Kayla’s mother retorted. “It would seem that someone forgot to close your bedroom door, when they came in to do your usual morning routine.” Kayla was now embarrassed. Even though she and her mother talked about everything, the fact that Kathy had watched them ‘in the act’ somehow bothered Kayla. “How much did you see, mom” Kayla asked. “Oh I got to see pretty much all the exciting stuff . . .including my daughter having an excruciating orgasm” Kathy said as sternly as she could muster. “I’m sorry mom” Kayla said, “I’ll remind RJ we need to be more careful” “Kayla, I just don’t want your cousins to see any fooling around between you and RJ. They may not understand, and they may not share our attitude about this subject. So you and RJ need to get all your sex done and out of the way before your cousins arrive Thursday evening!” “Yes Ma’am” was all that Kayla could think of saying now. She was going to kill RJ later for not closing her bedroom door this morning! The rest of the week flew by. Everyone was busy, but things had pretty much gotten wrapped up by Tuesday night as far as the preparations were concerned. Aside from the Igloo coolers and their cousin’s clothes, everything else was on the Party Hut. Kathy tried to give her kids some space also, particularly on Wednesday and Thursday mornings. Kathy made an excuse to go and ‘run some errands’. She knew that Kayla and RJ would have non-stop sex while she was gone. She hoped that would help sate their high sex drives, while their cousins were in town. By Thursday noon RJ and Kayla had finished the last of three marathon fuck-sessions. Kayla had to admit, that the final orgasm was one of the best RJ had ever provided her! Kayla and RJ were fidgety and somewhat apprehensive about the arrival of their cousins. Kathy gathered up the pair and they went off to a supermarket that actually sold Dry Ice. Kathy asked the kids if there was anything else they needed, while they were at the store. Kayla replied that she wasn’t sure they could fit another single thing onto the boat! When they arrived home, Kathy showed the kids how to rig the dry ice in Tupperware containers, so the water from melting ice could not get to it. Kathy then showed Kayla how to stack things that needed to stay frozen directly on top of the Tupperware. Sodas and other things that needed to be kept cold were then loaded around the Tupperware and eventually all the voids in the Igloos filled with ice cubes. Chapter 7 of 35 [Revised] It was only 5 PM and they were just closing the last Igloo lid, when a car drove up. Moments later the doorbell rang. As Kathy answered the door, Kayla and RJ stood back expectantly. Kathy let out a squeal and said “KIDS – I’m SO glad you could come down. And look how much you’ve grown!” Kathy was blocking the view so Kayla and RJ could not yet see their cousins. Kathy stepped back to allow the two new teens to pass and called “Kids, Candace and Kenny are her.” First through the door was a vision that should have been in Playboy, or some glamour magazine. Candace was in white short-shorts and a halter top with a floral scheme. She stood 5’7”, taller than Kayla, and had almost white-blond hair that hung to her waist and was bundled in a pony tail. Her teeth were like pearls and were straight beyond belief. Her completion was ‘peaches and cream’, very fair and she obviously hadn’t done much in the way of tanning so far this summer. Her eyes were striking, in that they were a bright green. Her final attribute was her breasts. They were probably an ‘A’ cup just striving to become a ‘B’ cup but they stood high and pronounced on her chest and on a very slender frame. RJ almost didn’t notice her final feature, she had a small ‘button nose’ with a very slight upturn, and a very easy smile. Kayla was slightly behind RJ and poked him in the ribs as she moved forward to greet her girl cousin. “Hey?” RJ said lightly so that no one could hear. “Stop drooling on her dummy” Kayla whispered, and she moved forward to give Candy a hug. Next through the door was Kenny. As he came careening through the screen door, he had armloads of bags, all but one of which belonged to Candy. He gently sat the bags on the carpet, and stuck out his hand for RJ. “Hi RJ, remember me” Kenny quipped? RJ gripped his cousin’s hand and received not only a firm response, but Kenny’s hand was massive. RJ felt like he was shaking the hand of a bear! “Of course I remember you Kenny, but I don’t remember you being this tall” RJ responded. As Kayla turned from Candy, her mouth dropped open. There stood her 17 year old cousin Kenny. All 6’2 inches of him. He had on a muscle shirt which showed shoulders that looked like a linebacker. His jaw was square and his hair was jet black, like his Father’s, their Uncle Tom, and was cut very neatly for a teen boy. His waist was slim, but his muscles rippled as he moved. Kayla moved forward and Kenny literally scooped her up and gave her a huge hug. He had a broad easygoing smile and actually had slight dimples when he did. His eyes were a pale blue that gave you the impression he was looking through you. While Kayla’s breasts were mashed against Kenny’s chest, she swore her knees became weak. “Kayla, you are even more beautiful than I remember you. Your hair has gotten a lot longer I see, but you still have those little freckles on your nose that I used to love so much.” Kayla caught his scent, mixed with delightful cologne she could not place. “Let me show you to our rooms, so you two can freshen up from your drive” RJ said. With that, he picked up all of Candy’s bags, smiled at her and said “after you, yours is the first door on the right – that’s Kayla’s room.” As Candy started up the stairs, RJ could not take his eyes off of his cousin’s ass. The white short-shorts swayed with a rhythm while she climbed, and RJ got a very tiny glimpse of the pink panties she wore as the top rose slightly above the band of her shorts. RJ showed Candy to Kayla’s room and carefully set down the bags. “If there’s anything you need just holler at me” RJ said and almost stammered. RJ could not take his eyes off his cousin and tried in vain not to stare at her breast which were perched prominently high on her chest, even though they were not huge. Candy smiled sweetly at RJ and said “thank you so much. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” RJ found Kenny and his sister still chatting warmly downstairs. When Kayla saw her brother she said “RJ, why don’t you show Kenny to your messy room so he can freshen up.” RJ showed Kenny upstairs and Kenny put his bag down. “Cool room Cuz” he said to RJ. “I see you play football also?” Kenny was looking at the various Team photos RJ had framed on the walls. “Yes, next year I am Varsity starting Tight End” RJ replied. They chatted briefly and RJ left after pointing out the bathroom door to Kenny. RJ came back down stairs and found Kayla in the Family Room. As he walked up to her, Kayla punched him in the bicep without warning. “OW! What the hell was that for” RJ cried. “That’s for leaving ‘droolie-marks all over Candy! And Geeze you were practically sniffing her butt as you followed her up the stairs” Kayla exclaimed. “I was NOT” RJ proclaimed as he rubbed his arm to get feeling back in it. Besides, it’s not like you weren’t down hear batting your eyes at Kenny and getting damp panties” RJ shot back. Kayla arched her brow and moved toward RJ, who was too quick and took off running before she could grab him! Eventually RJ ‘let’ Kayla catch him in the kitchen. He pulled her close and gave her a quick but warm kiss. “Jealous are we K?” “Damn right I’m jealous. That girl is gorgeous! She is way hotter than me, and she’s a year younger! I can’t blame you for drooling over her – heck I am drooling over Candy myself” Kayla proclaimed. “Kayla, you are still more beautiful” and with that RJ gave her another peck. “That was the right answer, RJ” Kayla said with a huge grin. Chapter 8 of 35 [Revised] Kayla was still in her brother’s arms and RJ hands had now slid down to his sister’s butt. Just then Kathy turned the corner to the Kitchen and saw them. “Knock it off you two! I told you no displays of affection in front of your cousins!” “We know mom” RJ responded. “Kenny and Candy are upstairs. This was our last hug for a while” RJ grinned. “I meant what I said you two” Kathy said, not amused. A brief time later Kenny and Candy came bounding down the stairs. “Boy, something smells good Aunt Kathy, what is that” Kenny wanted to know. “It’s brats and sauerkraut” Kathy replied to her nephew. “We’ll have a salad to go with them also and whatever you guys want to drink.” Kayla turned to look at Candy and noticed she was beat red as if blushing. “You alright Candy?” “Yes. Fine,” the girl said. “She’s just a little shocked” Kenny chortled. “You guys didn’t tell us the bathroom was shared between your two bedrooms . . .I was standing there going to the bathroom and Candy burst in from her room without realizing I was in there!” Kathy walked over to her niece and put her arm around her shoulders, drawing her to her side. “Way to go kids! You might have thought to explain the adjoining bathroom to your cousins . . . not everyone is as lackadaisical about their modesty as you two. Sorry about that Candy” the girl’s Aunt said to her and gave her a little hug. “That’s OK Aunt Kathy; I was just a little surprised. Dinner smells great, when do we eat” the girl said, changing the subject. The kids all ate and talked with their Aunt Kathy non-stop, catching up on family developments and changes. Aunt Kathy reminisced about holidays spent together when they were much younger children. RJ sat entranced by Candy and she would constantly flash him her easy smile. Dinner was finished and Kathy told all the kids that she was going to go up to her room and that she didn’t want them to stay up late and get plenty of rest, as they had a long driver ahead in the morning. Candace and Kenny bid their aunt good night, and thanked her for the dinner. Afterwards the four teens sat around the Family Room and visited. The two boys talked mostly about Football, while the girls talked about everything from movies to their favorite music. About 9:30 RJ said “You know we better be getting some shut-eye. I want to get on the road by 6 AM as it’s a long way to the lake and will be slow going towing the Party Hut. That means we’ll have to be up by about 5 AM to get ready.” “What are the sleeping arrangements” Kenny wanted to know. “We thought that you and Candace would take our rooms, and Kayla and I would crash here in the family room” RJ replied. “That doesn’t seem fair” Kenny said, “and besides there’s only one sofa in here, and it isn’t large enough for two people to sleep.” RJ laughed, “Fortunately that is a problem that has been solved already. When we have friends over, we use these really cool full size blow-up mattresses. Just throw some sheets and a couple of blankets on em, and you’re good to go.” “OK, but why don’t Candy and I take the blow-ups and you guys can still have your bedrooms?” “Yea, that seems like a better idea” Candy chimed in. What Kayla wanted to say, and was thinking was; ‘If you two slept together like RJ and I do, there are two perfectly good beds upstairs just dying for some action.’ However, what she actually said was “Instead of arguing about it, why don’t we all just crash down here on the blow-up mattresses. They are huge, and that way, we won’t be waking mom up in the morning banging around in our rooms and if we hurry, the 4 of us can all use the one bathroom down here in the morning.” “That sounds like fun” Candy said – “it will be just like when we were kids and all slept together in Grandma’s big bed at Christmas time!” Kenny and Candy went upstairs to get their night things out of their bags while Kayla and RJ pulled out the mattresses, plugged in the self filling air compressors and inflated the beds. While this was going on, they got out sheets and top blankets and 4 pillows from the closet. By the time Candy and Kenny had brushed their teeth and changed into their sleepwear, there were two double beds in the center of the Family Room. “Uuhhha, what is the arrangement here – who goes where” Kenny asked. “Me and Candy in the middle, you guys on the outsides, and RJ behind me and Kenny you behind Candy, Kayla replied. We’d put you guys in one bed and us the other, but we’re concerned you ‘jocks’ might try some of that Homo stuff!”. Kayla laughed at her own joke, but Candy laughed uproariously and the thought of her brother with another guy. Kenny was way too macho for any of that kind of stuff she thought. As the 4 teens snuggled in, it took some jostling to get everyone situated. Kayla went to the center first. She had on one of RJs football jerseys and panties to sleep in. As she crawled up to the middle of the mattresses, the jersey rode up and both Candy and Kenny were treated to a glimpse of her panty clad crotch. RJ paid no attention as he’d seen it a hundred times, and it wasn’t Kayla’s PANTIES he wanted to be looking at! Next in was Candy and she too was in a tee shirt with frilly sleep pants. While the sleep pants were modest enough, RJ could not pry his eyes off of his cousin’s rounded ass as it swayed while she crawled up the center of the mattress. The tee shirt she wore was thin and RJ could plainly see the curve of her small breasts and her nipples poking into the material. Her nipples seemed erect and RJ loved the sight. As soon as the two girls were situated the boys slid in from the sides. RJ took the remote control and turned out the room lights. Everyone jostled to get comfortable and fix their pillows. “G’nite everyone. 5 AM is gonna come awfully early. It’s already after 10 PM” Kayla said. “And, you boys be sure to keep your hands to yourself tonight” Kayla joked. Candy giggle at the inference. Secretly Kayla hoped the two boys would ravish them at any second! In less than 15 minutes the 4 teens had all drifted off to their own dreams. Chapter 9 of 35 [Revised] Candy slept fitfully and she kept having a recurring erotic dream. In her dream she kept walking into the bathroom while Kenny was taking a piss, and watching him hold what was obviously a pretty large penis. The ‘accident’ earlier this night, had obviously planted the seed. While she kept dreaming about her brother’s cock, Candy squirmed, owing to the fire building in her loins. Of late, Candy had been plagued with that ‘itchy feeling’ between her legs. She had found that rubbing her ‘special spot’ would bring her relief but she had come to feel that she was some kind of freak because she had these desires every day, and sometimes had to relieve herself more than once a day! In Candy’s dream her brother was now turning to face her while holding his cock out to her, and if to offer it to her. In her dream the cock was engorged and she could not take her eyes off of it. Her breathing was becoming rapid and she felt as if she were on fire. Slowly, from the depths of her consciousness, she began to realize there was more going on. As if still in her dream she felt a sensation on her breasts. She wanted to go back to her dream, but the pleasure being generated by her tits and spreading through her belly could not be denied. Consciousness began to prevail and very slowly the young teen began to realize that the sensations were not a dream, but was happening in real time. Candy could feel the fire between her legs and her sleep pants were getting wet from her excretions. As consciousness finally won the battle over sleep, Candy realized that there was a hand on her breast and was playing with her nipple. For a moment she forgot where she was and her mind was flooded with confusion. She lay stock-still and barely breathed while she came to realize that the arm draped around her and hand massaging her right breast was that of her cousin, Kayla. Candy could not believe how good it felt to have someone else rub her small tits and engorged nipples, not like when she played with herself.. As she was fighting not to lose control, suddenly the hand shifted from her right breast to her left. Again, it rubbed across her nipple which was rock hard. Candy shivered again with desire. Her mind was awash with confusion. Candy held her breath, not able to believe her cousin would be doing this to her. Kayla’s head was right behind her own, and Candy could hear her slow, deep breathing. Kayla was spooned to Candy’s back, and her face was so close to Candy that her lips all but touched the back of Candy’s neck. She felt her breath as the girls exhaled lightly. She smelled her scent. Candy thought ‘she’s sleeping’ . . she must be . . . or is she faking sleep to feel me up. For a moment, Candy didn’t care if her girl cousin was faking sleep or not. Candy cautiously slipped a hand down between her legs and rubbed her secret spot through the fabric of her sleep pants. Candy realized her crotch was soaked, and she needed to rub it and have that ‘special feeling’ she got, so badly. Candy tried not to move too much and started to get more and more excited with the touch to her titties going on. Candy gave an involuntary lurch with her hips onto her probing finger when Kayla increased her bear hug around her young teen cousin. The sudden movement when Candy hunched her hips, caused her brother, who had been lightly snoring not a foot in front of her, to shift and turn. In a moment of panic, Candy thought that her brother was about to wake up and see what was happening with her and Kayla. Kenny rolled over so that his back was now to his sister, but she had become unnerved and more than a little scarred. She couldn’t believe that another girl was touching her. Suddenly Candy pushed her elbow back into Kayla’s side! “Huh . . .what . . . “ Kayla muttered as she jolted awake from the sudden prod. “Quit it” Candy hissed low under her breath so as not to wake her brother or RJ, both of whom snored lightly. “Quit what’ Kayla asked in a confused voice. “Stop touching my boobies” Candy whispered with venom dripping from her words. Kayla rolled over to face RJ and was back to sleep in a minute. Candy however, remained unnerved. She now burned with desire, but could not possibly chance touching herself between her legs and run the risk of one of the other 3 catching her. She could not shinny down out of the bed to go to the bathroom to take care of her needs . . .not without waking someone while she tried to extract herself from the air mattress. Candy lay there in frustration trying to will the feeling in her belly to go away. She was also confused and conflicted about her feelings. Candy had never been touched by anyone, boy or girl, like Kayla had just been doing to her. Once a boy she liked had kissed her . . and she had let him, enjoying the feel of his lips. But when he snaked his hand up to her chest to get a feel of her ‘A’ cup delights, she had hauled off and hit him. Hard! Candy couldn’t figure out what it all meant. And what did it mean about her cousin. Candy glanced at the clock and it read 3:10 AM. At 4:50 AM RJ sat up with a start, dreaming that he had over-slept the alarm. He glanced at the clock and groaned. RJ didn’t realize that Candy was laying there wide-awake as he stood and stretched. Candy was in such turmoil over what had happened earlier, she had never been able to get back to sleep. As RJ arched his back and stretched his arms over his head, Candy could see in the subdued light that he had a huge erection tenting his sleep pants. He was naked from the waste up. RJ stumbled into the downstairs bathroom, preceded by the tent in his trousers. Candy heard his urine splashing in the toilet bowl as he had failed to close the door in the darkness. As he headed back across the room Candy could see that his erection was now apparently gone. She lay still, hardly breathing, so as not to alert RJ she was awake. RJ knelt beside the inflatable mattress and gently shook Kayla by the arm. “Kayla . . . wake up baby” Candy heard RJ say softly to his sister. “Mmmm . . let me sleep” Kayla slurred in response. “No. Wake up my beautiful little nymph” RJ said, trying to rouse his sister without waking the others. Candy thought this odd, as HER brother usually just yelled at her at the top of his lungs from out in their hallway, and he never called her by an endearing name. Kayla started to stir and sat up in the bed. Candy feigned sleep. “Morning baby” Kayla said to RJ. “what time is it?” At precisely that moment the alarm clock went off indicating it was 5 AM. Kenny sat up in bed rubbing his eyes and stabbed the alarm clock off. “Oh, morning guys” he said, realizing Kayla and RJ were already up. He shook Candy’s arm and said “Wake Up lil bit (which was his pet name for his sister) time to get up to the lake” Candy rolled over and sat up. “Good morning Candy”, Kayla said. Candy just grunted at her cousin in response, got up and trudged into the bathroom. “Is she always that grumpy in the morning” RJ asked. “No. Well sometimes” Kenny said “I try not to figure her out.” While all this was going on, the kids realized they could hear bacon sizzling in the kitchen, and the smell of hash brown potatoes started to waft through to the Family Room. Candy passed right by Kayla on her return from the bathroom and said not a word. Kayla used the bathroom and found the other three teens at the breakfast bar. “Mom, you didn’t need to get up this early and go to all this trouble” Kayla said. “No trouble” Kathy smiled at her daughter. “Kayla, would you please pour the OJ and get out silverware for everyone.” Kayla did as she was asked and noted that her cousin had not said anything to her and was avoiding eye contact. This didn’t bode well for a trip they hadn’t even started yet. Kenny and RJ chatted about what the lake would be like. After a quick breakfast Kayla helped place all the kitchenware in the dishwasher and did a quick tidy-up. Kathy turned to the four teens and said, “why don’t you two boys use the downstairs bathroom to get ready, and Kayla and Candace can use the upstairs bath. You guys will no doubt be faster so you can put the igloos and the last of Kenny & Candace’s clothes on the boat.” That plan made sense and Kenny was the first to grab his shorts, a muscle shirt and some underwear and head into the downstairs shower. He was done very quickly and came out dressed but still toweling off his black hair and with a comb in his hand. “It’s all yours” he said to RJ who was sitting at the breakfast bar having another glass of OJ with all his cloths neatly stacked beside him. “Thanks man” he said to Kenny. “Boy, you were pretty quick in there.” “I must be anxious to get to the lake” Kenny grinned. While all of this was going on downstairs, Kayla and Candy had gone up to Kayla’s room to get out their clothes they would wear for the trip. Candy was still not talking. “Candy, can I ask you something” Kayla said. “What” the young teen snapped back. “Are you upset about something? Are you mad at me” Kayla asked the girl. The girl just glared back at Kayla. “Look Candy. If I did something, I’m sorry. Let’s not ruin the trip. What did I do to piss you off anyway” Kayla wanted to know. “Like you don’t know” the 14 year old spit back. “I don’t know” Kayla said forcefully. She took her cousin’s hands between hers. “Look, just tell me what I did to get you so upset” Kayla said. “Just talk to me Candy.” “I suppose you don’t remember playing with my boobies last night” Candy said, looking straight into Kayla’s eyes. “Oh my God . . . . .I thought that was a dream! Candy, I am Sooooooo sorry. Honest! Trust me, I didn’t do that on purpose” Kayla said with passion. To Candy she looked both sincerer and contrite. “Then why were you rubbing my boobies like that” Candy wanted to know. Kayla really hadn’t realized what she was doing. It was coming back now. In the night, Candy had poked her in the ribs and said something to her. Kayla had been deep asleep however, and thought it was all a dream. Kayla was still holding her cousin’s hands in her own and the two stood facing each other. “Candy, let me explain. I have this best friend, Mary. We’ve been best friends since we were like 11! Anyway, Mary and I spend a lot of time at sleep-over’s – either at her house, or at mine. When we sleep together, we like to touch each other . . we cuddle . . . and I’ll touch her boobs, or she will play with mine. I am sure that when we were cuddled together on the air mattress last night, in my mind I assumed you were Mary, while I was asleep” Kayla finished, not sure if she should have told her cousin about Mary, or not, and definitely not sure if she should give her any more details. Candy took a second for what Kayla had just told her to sink in. “So you and . . . this Mary girl . . . .you guys are lesbians?” Kayla let go of Candy’s hands and took a small step back. Then she started to laugh loudly. “God no we’re not lesbians! Both Mary and I like guys . . . we like guys a lot” Kayla responded. “I don’t understand” the young teen said to her older cousin, “if you both like guys, why would you touch each other like that?” “Candy” Kayla paused not sure if she should discuss this further or not, “I’m bisexual” she told her younger cousin. “What’s bisexual mean” Candy wanted to know, now interested. Kayla again took a deep breath; “A bisexual is someone who likes BOTH sexes equally . . . well, not necessarily ‘equally’ . . some Bi’s like one sex or the other more . . . . but I pretty much like girls and boys the same. “Understand?.” “And Mary is the same way” she added. “I never heard of a bisexual” Candy said, “I thought if a girl liked a girl she was a lesbian and if a guy liked guys, he was Gay . . . I never heard of anyone who liked both before” Candy said matter-of-factly. “Some people only like the opposite sex . . . some only like the same sex and some like them both” Kayla said, “It’s just who we are. Have you never had a close girlfriend that you had any feeling for” Kayla asked her cousin. Candy looked pensive. Candy had never dared tell a living soul, but she had one girlfriend that when they hugged each other, Candy would almost melt. Once when the two had been wrestling on Candy’s bed at home, Candy had the sudden urge to kiss her girlfriend . . . but had restrained herself. Candy often fantasized about this girlfriend however, but thought that she must have something wrong with herself! “No, I don’t think so” Candy lied to her cousin. “Sometimes when I am around a beautiful girl I can’t help but want to kiss her . . . or make love to her. Candy, I don’t know if what I did last night was because you are so beautiful . . . or if I was dreaming about Mary . . .I honestly don’t know. But I’d never knowingly do anything to hurt you” Kayla said with sincerity. Candy couldn’t believe her ears. “You think I’m beautiful” Candy repeated to her cousin. She was incredulous. “Hell YES I think you’re beautiful” Kayla responded. “Next to you, I feel like a boy” Kayla exclaimed. “What are you talking about? Your boobs are bigger and you have a figure to die for and you are way cuter than I am” Candy responded. “Yea . . . well, my boobs might be larger, but I don’t have the same dynamite combination that you pack sweetie” Kayla told her. She stuck out her hand and said “Truce? I promise I won’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable again.” Candy shook her cousin’s hand. There was something she wanted to say, but could not bring herself to do it. Suddenly Kayla looked at her watch. “Shit! It’s 5:40 . . you jump in the shower while I do some loose ends then I’ll jump in. RJ is gonna kill me if we’re late leaving” Candy took a shower as fast as she could and emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel and had a second one wrapped around her beautiful long blond mane. Kayla bounced into the bathroom while Candy hurriedly dressed. Candy felt there was no time to blow-dry her long hair so she toweled it as best she could and ran a brush through it, leaving it damp and straight. Kayla was out of the shower and had just wrapped a towel around her midsection when Candy reentered the bathroom. “Kayla” Candy began, “Thanks for telling me all that stuff a few minutes ago. I never had a friend that I could really talk to about that kind of personal stuff.” “You can talk to me any time and about anything” Kayla said and gave her cousin a warm smile. “Kayla I wasn’t fair with you.” “I don’t understand” her older cousin responded. “When I was upset earlier . . . well it wasn’t that I was upset with YOU . . . I was really mad at myself” the girl stammered. “I still don’t understand,” Kayla looked perplexed, “why were you mad at yourself?” “Because” Candy began, and then made a long pause, “because, when you were rubbing my boobies this morning I got that funny feeling in my tummy and I was liking what you were doing to me . . . I was liking it a LOT!” For a second, it looked like Candy might burst into tears. “Kayla, I think I am a lesbian and it scares me.” Kayla took both of Candy’s hands into her own and looked at the girl for a long second. “Candy have you ever had sex with a guy?” “No. Of course not” Candy responded. “Have you ever had sex with a girl yet?” “NO” Candy responded more forcefully . . . “except for you rubbing my boobies last night.” Kayla let out a little laugh. “That’s certainly not having sex! Candy, if you haven’t had sex with a boy or a girl, you can’t possibly really know what your sexual orientation is. When someone touches you like I did early this morning, it is supposed to make you feel good . . .to give you that feeling . . .it was making you horny girl. It is natural. “So you don’t think I am a freak then” Candy was genuinely concerned. “No candy, you are not a freak. You are just a normal, horny, 14 year old girl.” Kayla leaned in and gave her cousin a hug and as she started to release the hug, she leaned to give her a kiss on the cheek. Candy sensing that Kayla was about to kiss her cheek, suddenly turned her head so that Kayla’s puckered lips fell on the 14 year olds own lips. Kayla was surprised and allowed the kiss to linger a second more than it should have. She swore Candy pressed her lips harder. As the two shocked girls stepped apart, looking into each other’s eyes, Candy said “We better finish getting ready.” As the two girls descended the stairs with their purses in tow, each was dressed in shorts and a crop-top. Both still had damp hair and both had put a ‘scrunchy’ around their hair pulling it into a pony tail. It was 6:15 and RJ was tapping his foot and very impatiently said “It’s about time Kayla!” Candy walked right up to RJ and batted her bright Green eyes and flashed him her dazzling smile “Don’t be mad at Kayla RJ. It’s all my fault. There was something that I needed to talk to Kayla about and I’m afraid I held her up.” As Candy said this she reached out and touched the button on the front of RJ’s shirt, looked up and in a small innocent voice said “Forgive me?” RJ melted, and then smiled, and said “I’m just anxious to get on the road. It’s alright Candy.” ‘Damn,’ Kayla thought to herself about what she had just witnessed, ‘this girl is good!’ RJ and Kenny had already taken the Igloos and clothing bins to the boat. Kenny had hefted the large food-laden Igloo onto the boat like it was a feather. As the kids started out the front door, Candy took RJs arm and Kayla thought that her brother’s feet would come off the ground and he’d walk on air. Kenny took the girls purses and miscellaneous clothing and jackets in his arms and they all headed for the Tundra parked at the curb with the boat behind it. As they packed the few remaining items into the back seat of the Tundra, Kathy came running out. “RJ, you guys be careful and don’t you dare forget to call and let me know you arrived OK. Kenny same goes for you, call your parents later.” Kathy gave each one of the girls a warm hug and they started to get in the back seat. Kathy gave Kenny a quick perfunctory hug and turned to RJ. Kathy gave RJ a long hug and a wet kiss on the cheek. “RJ, please drive carefully . . .I’ll worry every minute you’re gone.” “Oh geese Mom” RJ said and rolled his eyes as he got into the truck. Kathy stood at the curb waving as RJ put on his turn signal, even though it was 6:20 and not another car on the road, and eased the boat away from the curb. Chapter 10 of 35 [Revised] Once they had gotten out of town and on the interstate, the traffic was pretty light that time of morning. They had been on the road for 45 minutes and RJ had the radio on PBS. He wanted to hear the regional weather report at the hour. Kayla was sitting behind RJ and Candy behind Kenny. Candy had been awake since 3:00 AM owing to her discomfort with being ‘felt up’ by her cousin. She tried to nap sitting up and leaning against her side window. Candy’s head was lolling about, as she fought to fall asleep. Just as her head rolled to her right, the truck lurched while hitting a pothole. This caused her head to bang into the side window with a thud that elicited a ‘Owwww” from Candy. “Why don’t you lie down? You can use my lap as a pillow” Kayla said to her younger cousin. “Thanks” Candy said and reached over to find her brothers jacket. Kenny’s extra large jacket would easily cover her. Candy snuggled onto Kayla’s lap and lay on her back, with Kenny’s jacket over her. Candy smiled up at her cousin in thanks for the consideration. Candy dozed for about 30 minutes and was having a dream. Suddenly the truck lurched as it hit another large hole. “Damn”: RJ muttered under his breath. As the truck lurched, Candy started to shift off of Kayla’s lap, and Kayla reached across her cousin to grab her, and keep her from rolling off. Kayla had grabbed Candy by the hip and her arm was on top of Kennys jacket, which was still over Candy’s body. As Kayla looked down she saw that Candy was now awake. Candy smiled up at her and repositioned herself on Kayla’s lap. Kayla started to remove her arm and hand from Candy’s hip, but Candy reached up and grabbed her cousin’s wrist. Candy lifted the jacket slightly and placed her cousin’s hand on top of her midriff, covering it back up with the jacket.. Kayla felt her younger cousin’s warm skin under her hand and at first thought nothing of the action. Candy placed her hand on top of Kayla’s and let out a soft sigh. Kayla was not prepared for what happened next. Candy slowly urged Kayla’s hand, with her own still pressed on top, upwards and under her tank-top. As she crept Kayla’s hand higher, Kayla felt the slight rise of Candy’s breast. The 14 year old had not put on a bra. As Candy edged the older girls hand higher yet, Kayla gave her younger cousin a questioning look. Candy raised an eyebrow and grinned slightly. Then she made a small nod of her head, as if to say “Yes, please.” Kayla’s practiced fingers found Candy’s engorged nipple and lightly squeezed it between her thumb and forefinger. Candy let out an immediate shiver and her hand went to her side, leaving Kayla to do as she wished now. With Kenny’s jacket over the top of the younger girl, no one could see what was going on, unless they turned to look directly at the pair in the back seat of the truck. Kayla expertly massaged the younger girl’s breasts, alternating between them. Each time her finger encountered an erect nipple, Kayla would give it a little squeeze. Candy didn’t care that she was in a car heading down the highway. She didn’t care if her brother or RJ saw what they were doing. She didn’t even care if she really was a lesbian right now. She had just been dreaming about Kayla touching her, and now she was! Each time Kayla massaged her tit, drawing the nipple up between her fingers, it was like a lightning bolt to Candy’s crotch. Kayla noted that her young cousin was hunching her hips each time she played with the girl’s nipples. Kayla herself had very sensitive nipples and more than once, RJ had almost given her a orgasm, just by playing with her tits! Candy’s breathing was becoming somewhat ragged and Kayla worried that this might draw the boy’s attention. Candy was now working her hips slightly and had her knees slightly drawn up and spread a little. Candy placed her hand back on top of Kayla’s and squeezed her hand. Candy smiled up at Kayla and Kayla returned the warm gesture. Candy suddenly moved Kayla’s hand away from her breasts, down over her midriff, over her jeans and placed it on her over-heated crotch. Candy pushed Kayla’s finger down onto her most sensitive spot. Candy had on denim shorts and wished that she were naked right now. Kayla could feel the warmth of her cousin’s secretion emanating through her shorts. Candy had pushed her fingers down into the place that made her feel best. Kayla watcher her cousin’s face and Candy’s eyes pleaded . . . ‘make me feel good cousin!’ Candy’s hand rode with Kayla’s. Kayla wished that the leg-hole of Candy’s shorts was larger. Had it been, she would have snaked her finger up the shorts and pleasured her cousin better. Kayla though about unsnapping the denim shorts, but realized they would be way too tight to get her hand down the front and attack her target properly! As Kayla rotated her hand, pressing her fingers into her cousin’s moist shorts, Candy would buck her hips upward. Kayla was sure that one of the guys would look around, and see them playing, at any second now. RJ would not have cared, as he knew all about Kayla and Mary. But Kenny might be in for the shock of his life! Kayla wanted to give the girl the release she had been begging for with all of her queues. Kayla was certain she could get the younger teen off is she wasn’t wearing pants. She did that to Mary all the time. But she wasn’t certain Candy could achieve her goal wearing Denim shorts. Kayla rubbed particularly hard and suddenly Candy bucked up harder – Kayla pressed harder . . . Candy’s legs clamped shut on Kayla’s hand so tightly she thought her wrist would break, and Candy began to shudder all over her body. Kayla looked down at her cousin and saw that she had her eyes tightly shut and a hairbrush handle clenched between her teeth so that she would not cry out. Kayla didn’t know where Candy got the hairbrush, but thought it an excellent idea, as one sexual expletive would certainly alert the boys. Candy shuddered for several more seconds and then the rigidity went out of her spine and she collapsed back down to the seat. When Candy opened her eyes, she had tears in them. She looked up at Kayla, puller her cousin’s hand out from under the jacket and kissed Kayla’s finger tips. As she did so, the smell of her own pussy was plain on her cousin’s fingers. The Tundra rumbled down the highway and when Kayla looked down 5 minutes later, Candy was sound asleep. A little over an hour later, RJ prepared to turn off the interstate to the mountain road that would lead them to the lake. As he exited the freeway, he turned into a gas station and came to a stop. “Anyone beside me need to pee” RJ asked? All of the teens got out of the truck and headed to the restrooms. As the girls entered the Ladies Room, a woman was just leaving. Each girl dashed into a stall and went about the business at hand. They rejoined each other at the sink. Candy looked up at Kayla as she dried her hands. “Kayla, are you mad at me?” “Why would I be made at you, silly girl?” “Because of what I made you do in the truck” Candy blushed slightly as she said it. “Candy, you didn’t MAKE me do anything. If I didn’t want to do it, I would have simply taken my hand away. I liked doing that for you” Kayla grinned, a toothy smile. “Besides, beautiful one – now you OWE me one!” Candy was relieved she hadn’t made her cousin angry and said as much to Kayla. Kayla turned to face Candy closely. “That was very gutsy of you to do in the car. You are definitely one naughty little bitch! I like that in a cousin!” Kayla laughed. Candy started to blush as Kayla grabbed the 14 year old beauty, and pressed her lips to Candy’s. This time there was no mistaking that both girls wanted this and both parted their lips to invite the other’s tongue. Candy had never French kissed anyone before, but she knew the rudiments of it, and now she knew she liked it. A lot! After a lengthy embrace Kayla broke the kiss and looked at Candy. Candy was now very, very, red and blushing. “I can’t believe how much I liked that” Candy remarked. Just then another woman entered the restroom. The two teen girls set about losing the Pony tails and brushing out their manes. The speed at which they prepare this morning didn’t exactly help their grooming. Candy’s long blond hair was like silk. Kayla just could not get over the girl’s natural beauty. Her charm with the boys was self evident, as she had proved in handling RJ earlier in the morning. Kayla decided to return her strawberry locks back into a pony tail, but Candy allowed her hair to flow down over her shoulders for now. As the two girls exited the restroom the boys were leaning against the truck looking at them. Kayla reached into her purse and pulled out a spare napkin. She handed it to Candy who said “What is this for?” “It’s to wipe my brother’s drool off of you” Kayla said. “I don’t know what’s with RJ staring at you all the time – I’ll kill him later!” “I think he’s kind of cute” Candy said, smiling to no one in particular. As the girls approached, RJ handed Candy a Sprite and Kenny handed Kayla a Dr. Pepper. Each of the boys had a Coke in their hands. “I see you two are sharing information about us,” Kayla said, “getting each of us our favorite drinks. Very smooth guys.” Both she and Candy giggled as they got back in the truck. “RJ checked the tires and hubs on the trailer as his father had taught him. As he started the truck he said “It’s about another hour. It looks like we’ll be on the water by 10 AM, barring any surprises.” At 9:30 they entered the Lake and pulled up in front of the Marina store. As RJ exited the truck, he again checked the tires and wheels on the trailer. “Kayla is there anything you can think of that we need, before we launch the boat” RJ asked his sister. “Let’s check the Igloos and see if we need to top up the ice. God, it’s hot here” Kayla concluded. Kenny found that the large Igloo cooler, containing the frozen meats, was virtually a solid block of ice owing to the ‘Dry Ice in the Tupperware trick’ his Aunt Kathy had come up with. The other Igloo cooler was badly depleted of ice however. “Maybe we should have had Dry Ice in both coolers” he said to no one in particular. “Not unless you wanted your Cokes to be a block of ice,” Kayla responded. Kayla asked RJ to get 20 lbs of ice, while Kenny drained the water from the drinks cooler. 30 minutes later, they were in the water and at the dock. RJ took his truck and trailer and parked it at the Marina lot, ensuring all their personal valuables were removed. As RJ arrived at the Party Hut Pontoon Boat, the girls were busy in the kitchen, putting things away and making sure nothing was amiss before they set out for 4 days. RJ plopped into the Captains Seat and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. The first number he dialed was his father in Washington DC. “RJ, what’s up son” his father said as he came on line, “is everything alright?” “I was just calling to tell you we are at the Lake, the towing went fine and that there was nothing to report.” His dad chuckled. “No problems at all huh?” “Except that someone really needs to fix the potholes on the Interstate” RJ lamented. “Anyway, the boat is at the dock, we rechecked everything about a dozen times, and we’ll be checking in regularly . . .or at least as regularly as cell phone coverage will allow” the teen said. “Very good RJ, I trust you. Now go and have a good time” his father rang off. Next RJ called his mother with virtually the same message. She asked basically all the same questions as his father did. His mom wanted to talk to Kayla, so he put her on. Kathy asked how everything was going and Kayla said fine. “Is Candy alright, she seemed a little quite this morning” Kayla’s mother quizzed. “Yea, she’s fine Mom. I don’t think she’s a morning person” Kayla fibbed, “but we’re getting along fine. She’s a very sweet girl” Kayla said, which was true. Five minutes later, Kathy was still talking to Kayla, who finally said, “Mom, we’ll call you. Everyone is waiting to get away from the dock!” After Kayla finally got off the line with her mother, she joined the other 3 at the table. RJ had a chart of the Lake out looking at it. He pointed to a location that showed a stream flowing into the Lake. “Kayla, I THINK this is the spot you and I were trying to remember the other night. What do you say we try and find it and see?” “Aye-Aye Captain” she saluted. “How far away is that” she queried. “About 10 miles upstream. It will take a while to get there” RJ replied. RJ maneuvered the 30 foot pontoon away from the dock and crawled out of the Marina. Visibility on the Party Hut was not great down the sides, because of the enclosed Galley, sitting room and sleeping area. This made RJ nervous in tight places within the Marina, but once on the open lake, it was a non issue. For the first 30 minutes everyone pretty much sat and took in the beauty of the lake. Its tree-lined shore broke open in places exposing white sandy beaches. The shore line was irregular and RJ maneuvered in and out of coves so that they could scout out locations. Kayla turned to Candy and said “Let’s get our bathing suits on, so we can work on our tans while RJ tries to find this spot.” Candy went into the enclosure first and put on a Black two-piece suit. The bottom half was modestly cut but showed off her curvaceous butt . . . which didn’t escape RJs attention. The top was overly modest for the girl sporting an ‘A’ Cup top. The cups slid on the tie-string so that you could adjust the amount of cleavage showing . . .assuming you had cleavage to show. However, Candy had a feature, which had not eluded either Kayla or RJ. Her nipples were prominent. Prominent in that they seemed to be always sticking out of any fabric she wore over them. Kayla went into the enclosed area next and put on the new ‘Rose Collection’ suit she had purchased for the trip. Both RJ’s and Kenny’s jaws dropped when she stepped out the enclosure,. The suit was all white except for a small pink rose embroidered just below the waistband. The suit rode low on the teen’s hips and from the front you could see the muscles emanating from her totally flat abdomen heading south to form the ‘V’ of her most treasured place. The waistband tented over the girls protruding hip bones. From the rear, the suit was an abbreviated triangle that covered most, but not all, of the teen’s ass cheeks. The front and rear fabric was joined at the hips by a very small string, strategically tied over Kayla’s hips above the thigh. The top was another matter. The triangles of cloth forming the cups were small. So small that they seemed to barely cover the girl’s areola, let alone the entirety of her ‘B’ cup breasts [or ‘C cup, as Kayla couldn’t seem to decide]. The cups were connected in the middle by a brass ‘D’-shaped ring. At the sides were two strings that went around her back, and another that went around her neck. When Kayla walked into the sunlight, both RJ and Kenny swore they could see through the fabric and make out Kayla’s nipples. Candy had gone forward to sit on the lounge chairs up there. As Kayla sashayed towards her cousin, Candy could not believe Kayla would wear such a reveling suit in front of the boys. As Kayla sat on the lounge chair beside Candy, her younger teen cousin whispered “Hey cuz . . .your suit is sort of ‘riding up’ . . if you know what I mean.” Kayla chortled, and replied “Candy, it took me about an hour to pick out the threads holding the damn lining in the crotch and make it so it would do that.” “You’re Kidding” Candy asked incredulously. “No I’m not kidding at all” Kayla replied. “Look Candy, the guys know we have pussy’s . . . and they know we have a slit down there . . . so why not show them what they are always trying to see anyway. Besides, I’m covered . . . technically” Kayla grinned. Candy blushed, but she realized that her cousin was a lot bolder than herself, or even more so than she realized previously. “Do you think the guys noticed” Candy asked. What neither of the girls had heard when Kayla exited the enclosure was RJ say under his breath “HO-LY SHIT!” and Kenny’s reply to RJ of “You can say that again!” “God I hope so” Kayla replied to Candy in a hushed tone, “Look and see if they have bonners.” Kayla laughed as Candy blushed even deeper. “I’m not gonna look back at them to see if they have bonners” Candy exclaimed. “OK. But you’re gonna die wondering. By the way, both of the guys got an eyeful of your nipples poking through your top” Kayla said. “I hate them” Candy moaned. “They are always standing up. I wear a padded bra, not just to make my boobies look bigger, but to hide these darn nipples.” “They’re one of your best attributes . . . actually, they’re TWO of your best attributes” Kayla laughed at her own joke. “You shouldn’t hide them, you should be proud to show those babies off!” “The only down side is that my brother may stroke-out looking at them” Kayla grinned again. The two teen girls lay face down on the lounges and took in the sun. Neither said much, but Candy’s mind was awash thinking of the things Kayla had just said to her. After about 15 minutes, Kayla realized how hot it was, and that neither of the fair-skinned girls had yet put on sun block. She got up and went to the enclosed sleeping area where the plastic bins with clothes and personal items had been placed. She looked for the Bin labeled personal items, which was where she and her mother had placed the sun block. As Kayla rummaged through the container a gold box caught her eye, which she knew she had not placed in there. When she flipped the box over she was surprised to find a brand new, 24-pack of Trojan Condoms. They said ‘lubricated,’ ‘Reservoir Tip’ on the box. Then Kayla saw the post-it note on the face of the box. The note read “Open In Case of Emergency – Love Mom.” Kayla was totally confused. Her mother’s hard-rule was that Kayla and RJ only had to use condoms when she was in mid-cycle and experiencing ovulation. At other times she was free to rely on the birth control pills she had been taking for over a year and a half now. What really confused Kayla, was that her mother had expressly forbidden her and RJ to show any signs of affection in front of their cousins. Kayla’s thought was that perhaps this was some kind of cruel joke her mother was playing. Kayla knew that the other kids might be going through the Personal Container, so she decided to put the Condoms on the top shelf of the pantry, where no one would see them. Kayla returned with the sun block and lay on the forward lounge beside Candy. “Want me to put sun block on your back” Kayla asked. “Please” Candy said, “and could you put some on the back of my legs.” Kayla started to smear the sun lotion on her cousins back. She slowly worked in the lotion starting at the waist of her cousin’s two-piece suit and worked upwards. Kayla untied the string in the back of the bra so she could rub the lotion in unobstructed. Candy pushed herself into the lounge and yelped “Hey, what are you doing? The boys will see” “Yea? What are they gonna see with your boobs pressed into the cushion!” Kayla finished Candy’s back and moved to her calves, slathering the liquid on. As she smoothed out the liquid, her hands moved higher on her thighs. As Kayla spread the lotion on Candy she moved to the inside of her thighs. As she did this she allowed her fingers to touch the gusset of her cousin’s bathing suit, putting pressure on the young teen’s crotch. “Jesus Kayla,” Candy whispered under her breath. “Don’t touch me there, the boys will see.” As she rebuffed Kayla, Candy again blushed deep red. “What’s a matter – you don’t like me touching you anymore . . . down there” Kayla asked with a grin. “It’s not like in the truck . . .the boys will see what you’re doing to me” Candy exclaimed! “So . . .we’ll just give em a show” Kayla was now teasing her younger cousin. “Stop teasing Kayla, you know we can’t do anything. And, I don’t want to get worked up either!” Kayla finished and lay on her stomach next to her cousin again. “OK” Kayla said, “time for you to put sun block on my back.” “How am I supposed to do that” Candy whined, “You untied my top!” “Just sit up, I’m sure the guys won’t look at your tits” Kayla teased. Candy ‘humphed’ and reached behind her back to re-tie the bikini top. She performed much the same ritual, as Kayla had just done to her. Candy didn’t have to untie the back of Kayla’s top, as the older girl had already done that. When Candy moved to her cousins thighs and started smearing on the lotion, Kayla spread her legs perceptibly. As Candy moved her hand to the inside of Kayla’s thighs, she was careful not to venture too high up. “Aren’t you going to touch my pussy” Kayla said to younger girl. “NO” Candy said forcefully. The boys will see me do that. “I think they are watching us” Candy said, speaking softly so they could not hear. “OK” Kayla said, “but, if you’re not gonna touch my pussy, then ‘that’s two’ that you owe me. Those IOUs are piling up” Kayla said and smiled to herself. Kayla knew her cousin was totally inexperienced, but it was so much fun to tease her. The two teen girls continued to sun themselves for another 15 to 20 minutes, while RJ plowed the boat up the lake. Kayla spotted a sandy beach off to the side as they traveled along. “RJ, we’re sweltering up here, please pull over to that beach so we can swim for a bit.” “OK K, just give me a minute to swing around” RJ replied to his sister. They had not seen another boat or another person since leaving the dock. In a few minutes RJ had pushed the front of the pontoons onto the soft sand and cut the engine. The two boys walked forward past the girls and opened the boarding gate. Both boys jumped down to the sand. Kayla sat up and had the boys been looking back, they would have gotten an excellent view of the teen’s exposed tits. Candy had seen and she gasped. Kayla calmly re-tied the back of her bikini top and the two girls walked to the rear of the Party Hut. Behind the enclosed cabin where the Galley, sleeping area and so forth was, there was a wide sun deck on the rear, which overhung the engine. Kayla climbed up on the sun deck, looked carefully into the water, and did a perfect dive into the lake, barely making a ripple. Candy followed her cousin into the water and they both came up treading water in about 8 feet of water. Both girls swam about and remarked how good the 80 degree water felt. They played and splashed for a while. Kayla swam up in front of Candy and stopped, treading water. “Wanna touch my pussy now?” “NO” Candy exclaimed, “the boys could come around here at any moment.” “OK but now you owe me three” Kayla was so enjoying teasing her cousin. Suddenly Candy reached down between them and cupped Kayla’s sex with her hand. She held her hand there in place, with her middle finger laid over her cousin’s slit but made no attempt to do anything else for a few seconds. “There I hope you’re happy” the younger girl said, “now I only owe you two!” Kayla was caught off guard as she didn’t expect Candy to actually touch her. Kayla just wanted to tease the younger relative. Kayla looked at the girl and said “that’s a start. But, you’re gonna need a lot of practice to get it right.” Just at that moment the two boys swam around to the back of the boat. Candy looked at the boys, motioned towards them with her eyes, and raised an eyebrow to Kayla as if to say, ‘see I told you they could catch us!’ The 4 teens swam for about 15 minutes until they were cooled off. Kayla and Candy had stayed neck deep in the water and were now standing on the sandy bottom. The two boys climbed back up on the boat, found two large beach towels in a bin, and started drying off. The girls decided to get out of the water also. Candy went up the boarding ladder in the front of the boat first and walked to the rear of the boat to get the towel Kenny offered to her. From Kayla’s vantage point in the water, she swore Candy purposely added a wiggle to that cute little ass of hers as she walked. Kayla climbed up onto the boat ascending the boarding ladder. Candy was looking at the boys and had her back to Kayla as she dried herself. The boys had a look of astonishment on their faces and Kenny said “Holy fucking Christ!” Candy turned and looked at her cousin and she too was astonished. Kayla’s bathing suit had become all but invisible. The small top patches clung to her erect nipples and showed her areola and nipples as though covered with wet tissue paper. The bottoms were just as see-through as the top was and the fabric was riding way up into the crack that formed her vagina. For all intent and purposes Kayla was naked. Naked, except that the wet, clinging bikini, made her look even more erotic, than had she actually been in the buff. Candy was speechless, as Kayla wrung out her strawberry mane up at the front of the boat. Candy grabbed the beach towel from RJ and rushed it up to Kayla. “Jesus Kayla! You can see right through that bathing suit. It looks like you are nude” her young cousin exclaimed. Kayla just grinned and looked knowingly at Candy. “That’s what the ‘rose collection’ suits are known for. They become transparent when wet” Kayla said, as she wrapped the large beach towel around herself. Kayla was facing the boys in the rear, the whole time she spoke, and Candy had her back to the boys. “Look at them” Kayla said to Candy. Candy glanced over her shoulder at her brother and her male cousin back at the rear of the boat. “Lower” was all Kayla said to her cousin. Candy glanced downward, her head snapped back around and she looked at Kayla. “Oh my God Kayla, you gave them both bonners” Candy said and she started to laugh. Both girls lay down on the forward lounges, Kayla still wrapped in the now wet beach towel. Both girls chuckled at the condition of the boys, but tried to be quiet about it. As they lay beside each other Kayla said softly to her cousin beside her, “Don’t think I didn’t notice that your bikini bottom is now ‘riding up’ on you. Just how did that happen?” Candy just grinned as she replied “it’s really hard to get it wedged up in there, while in the water . . . particularly with the lining still in the crotch of the suit!” Candy blushed yet again as she made this confession to Kayla. “Way to go girl” Kayla said to her, “I’m pretty sure it was looking at your crack that gave the boys their bonners!” “SHUT UP, Kayla. I’m already horny enough without you egging me on all the time” the girl said as she lay down and turned her head away from Kayla. Just then RJ started the boat and backed away from the beach. Chapter 11 of 35 [Revised] While the girls dozed, RJ continued following the Chart of the lake and looking at the GPS. After about an hour, RJ made a turn into what appeared to be a large cove. In actuality it was the mouth of a large stream that emptied into the lake. As he cautiously walked the boat into the cove-like area he had his eyes glued to the depth finder and noted that the large Oak trees were starting to crowd into the narrowing stream. The depth under the pontoons remained alright, but RJ worried about catching a tree branch on the enclosure of the boat. A slight turn to the right appeared and as RJ cleared the turn, the depth finder read 2 feet, in a widened area pool. “Kayla I think this is where dad used to bring us, but it looks a lot different as the tress have gotten a lot bigger over the years. Anyway, it’s too shallow to go any further.” RJ cut the engine and asked Kenny to drop the anchor in the shallow water so the boat would not drift back down stream. “I think you’re right RJ, this does look like the place we used to come. And if you’re right, then up around that next bend is where the tire swing is tied to the tree limb over the creek and about a half mile further up is where that little water fall is.” “A water fall?” Candy questioned, “Oh, I want to see that! How big is it? Can we swim there?” Kayla suggested that they make lunch as it was almost noon. Kenny and his sister set about putting the table up, between the two lounges up forward and getting paper plates out. Kayla and RJ had gone into the enclosed area for access to the Galley and to make sandwiches. RJ angled his sister into a corner of the Galley where their cousins could not see them from outside. RJ pinned Kayla against the counter and looked into the eyes of the only girl he had ever loved. “What’s with the see-thru bathing suit? I almost blew my load looking at you in that suit!” As he said this, he added “And I’m getting a hard-on just thinking about it,” he said and pushed his rapidly inflating erection into Kayla’s towel-wrapped lower half. “Kayla swatted at the front of RJ’s board shorts and said “Down boy, you know we can’t do anything with them around” Kayla said, nodding towards the two cousins 20 feet forward of them. However, RJ pressed his lips to his sister, instinctively they both opened their lips and tongues swirled in a passionate French kiss. The two held the kiss savoring each other’s tongues. RJ drifted his hand up to Kayla’s right breast and toyed with the nipple making it stand tall against the fabric. Out at the table in front, Candy was putting down plastic forks and knives while Kenny put napkins at each place setting. Just then a puff of wind caught two of the plates and started to move them off the table. Both Kenny and Candy made a dash to grab for the plates and in doing so; Kenny’s hand had landed on Candy’s right boob as she moved in front of his reach. It was an accident, but Kenny made no immediate move to remove his hand. “Sorry ‘lil bit’” Kenny said to his sister with genuine embarrassment. “It’s alright Kenny” Candy said softly, “sometimes accidents will happen” the young teen said somewhat seductively. Kenny just stared at his sister for a moment, before she broke away. Candy went to the Galley to get condiments, and as she entered the door, she caught out of the corner of her eye Kayla and RJ’s sudden movement. As Candy announced what she had come for, the two cousins seemed to purposely spread apart and acted somewhat ‘guilty’ to Candy. For the life of her she couldn’t figure out what they would be guilty about, and just dismissed it as her imagination. The teens all ate and enjoyed lunch and the camaraderie. Afterward RJ removed all the plates and deposited the trash. From the Galley RJ shouted “Kayla, can I get you something to drink?” “No thanks sweetie, I’m fine” Kayla responded to her brother. Candy raised an eyebrow at the response. As the four lounged after lunch RJ announced that it was way too hot and they needed to put up the forward-half Biminis Top to shade them. Kenny and RJ had that up in a few minutes and everyone lounged about while lunch settled. RJ and Kenny announced they were ‘going exploring’ and to look for the old tire-swing. The girls decided to stay behind and work on their tans. With the Biminis up, the girls retreated to the sun deck on the rear of the boat. Both applied more sun block to themselves and to each other. However, this time there was no ‘touchy-feely’ between the two. As the boys departed on their exploration RJ had called back and said, “Hey Kayla, if you’re going in the water in that suit again, be sure and holler for us!” “SHUT UP, you perv! Get out of her and have fun” Kayla responded. And then under her breath said to Candy, “well, I guess my bikini was a hit then?” The girls sunned and all Candy could think about was all the things that had happened in the last 18 hours. Candy felt that both Kayla and RJ were really cool. RJ was very cute and very sweet. Candy had this thought forming somewhere in the back of her mind, but couldn’t draw it together. Candy felt she had a new best friend in Kayla. Candy realized that while Kayla was only a year older than her, Kayla was much more open . . .particularly about her body . . . than Candy was. To Candy, Kayla seemed to have the maturity of a 25 year old, not a 15 year old. Candy had noted that RJ was always very polite and sweet to his sister whenever they interacted. Candy chalked that up to his being a ‘gentlemen’ and the fact he was just naturally a really sweet guy. Candy and Kenny on the other hand, seemed to have this constant tension between them all the time over the last year. “Kayla, you told me earlier that I could always talk to you . . and ask you anything, right?” Kayla sat up on her elbow, which caused her breast to be exposed to Candy’s eyes. “Yes, and I meant what I said.” Is there something you want to talk about?” “Ummm yea . . “ the teen stammered, “but it kind of embarrassing.” “Don’t be embarrassed” Kayla said, “I’m pretty sure I’ve been where you are right now at one point.” “Well, ummmm . . .” the girl still stammered, “I know you told me that you and Mary do stuff . . .” “NO, I said we make love . . . we have sex . . . I didn’t say we did ‘stuff’ Kayla interrupted her cousin. Candy started over. “Ok, you and Mary make love, but what I wanted to know is what is it like to have sex with a girl?” Kayla looked at Candy and she was three sheets of red in blushing. Kayla looked at her younger cousin for a long minute. “Candy, it’s hard to explain. If you like someone, I mean care for them, then it is wonderful. Girls are soft, and they go slow and unlike guys who fumble around, another girl just seems to know what you want and what to do to make you feel sexy . . . and well, just wonderful!” “You keep saying that I owe you two” Candy said, “but I don’t know what to do” the youngster said almost pleadingly. “Candy, I shouldn’t have been teasing you like that. You don’t need to feel like you have to do anything . . .I told you before I would never do anything to you to make you uneasy. I was just kind of playing with you” Kayla concluded. “But what if I wanted to do something” Candy replied. “But maybe you wouldn’t want me!” “Oh Candy” Kayla said as she put her hands on each side of her cousin’s face “You have no idea how much I want you! You are so fucking hot I can barely keep myself from ripping your clothes off!” “Really? I don’t think I’m very pretty” Candy said softly. Kayla just laughed. “Everyone thinks you’re beautiful. And RJ is going to burn a hole through you if he keeps staring at you. Candy, you just need to relax and enjoy who you ARE. Really, you shouldn’t give a shit about what anybody else thinks anyway, just enjoy being you” the older teen said sternly. Candy steered the conversation and asked ‘How did you and Mary learn how to make love with other girls?” “We actually learned together. It was a slow process . . .it didn’t just happen one day” Kayla said. “We kind of grew into it together. We explored and figured out what we liked.” “How old were you and Mary when you guys were experimenting” Candy asked “11” Kayla replied Candy sat up on her elbow, her breasts now exposed to Kayla’s view, “You’re kidding! You guys have been fooling around since you were 11? “Yea, 11 ½ actually. It all started when we were doing sleep-over’s at each other’s houses.” “WOW . . .11 1/2” Candy mused . . . “man, I’m 14 ½ already!” “There’s no set time . . . you’ll know when it’s time . . . maybe you’ll never want to be intimate with a girl” Kayla said. Both teens lay back down on their stomachs. Candy turned her head to the side, away from Kayla, and looked out over the beautiful lake. After a very long period of time Candy had something else she wanted to ask the older girl. “Kayla . . . you said you’ve had sex with guys . . .what’s it like.” Kayla again pushed herself up to look at Candy, who was now looking back at her. “Wow – inquisitive little thing today, aren’t we” Kayla smiled warmly. “Wow that’s a hard one to answer Candy. With the right guy, if you really care for each other, it is a feeling of love you just can’t imagine” Kayla said honestly. “Physically, I really don’t know how to explain it to you . . . when a guy has his cock in you, it is such a wonderful feeling, but there is nothing else to compare it to. There is this tremendous feeling of fullness inside you . . . and these urges to move and do things . . . and oh, the pleasure it provides you!” “Is it better than with another girl” Candy asked, now seemingly not embarrassed to ask Kayla anything. “Not necessarily better, but entirely different. Man it’s hard to give you examples. For me I love both ways . . .but remember I told you that some people like one sex or the other better . . . and some women would never do it with another female on a bet!” “Kayla, were the boys you had sex with all nice, and did you love each of them” Candy asked next. “Whoa there girl” Kayla said, “I never said I had sex with multiple guys – there has only been one guy” Kayla concluded. “Oh, sorry” Candy said, “it just that you seemed so experienced, I thought you must have done it with more guys.” “Kayla, was he nice? Did you love him? How did you know he was the one to be your first?” Candy fired all these questions at her cousin. “Yes he’s the nicest guy a girl could ever meet. We didn’t rush into anything and it just seemed right to start having sex. And Lastly, I really can’t explain to you how I feel about this guy . . . but it is some kind of love that most girls will never know, I think” Kayla concluded in a very honest fashion. “You said ‘is’ not ‘was’ when you mentioned him Kayla – so he’s still around?” “Oh yes Candy – he’s still around” Kayla responded, the alarms in her mind starting to go off now. “Are you still seeing him? Are you guys still being intimate? Can I meet him some time?” Candy fired back. “Yes I still see him from time to time” Kayla tried to act more nonchalant. “Maybe you’ll meet him some day, we’ll see” Kayla concluded. “Kayla, you know this morning when you said I wasn’t a freak, and that I was just a normal horny 14 year old?” “Yes,” Kayla replied. “Do you really think it’s normal to be horny all the time” Candy said with a worried look. “Candy I can tell you I think it is in our genes. In our family everyone seems to have a high sex drive. And yes I think it’s perfectly ‘normal’ to be horny all the time . . . Because I know I am!” Both girls were propped on an elbow, looking at each other, their faces not far apart. The tops of their bikinis lay on the sundeck under them, and the girls were now perfectly at ease with seeing each other’s tits. Candy’s eyes were moist. “Thanks for talking about everything with me, Kayla. I’ve never had anybody to talk to like this before.” “What about your mom” Kayla said to her “You can talk to her, can’t you?” “NO. I could never talk with my mom about sex” Candy said. “You don’t talk to your mom about this stuff, do you???” “Candy I know your mom. You can talk to her about anything – trust me on this. And YES, of course I talk to my mom about sex and anything else that’s on my mind. Mom and I don’t have any secrets from each other!” Candy’s eyes were now even moister. Impulsively she leaned forward and placed her warm lips against her cousin’s. Kayla leaned forward and embraced the girl. The kissing started in earnest and now the two had their naked breasts mashed together. The feel of her cousin’s breast against her own, sent electric shocks through Candy’s body. The two girls instinctively tried to rub their bodies together and Kayla grabbed Candy’s cute ass to pull her tighter. The girls broke the kiss and paced their breathing, still embracing but looking into each other’s eyes. “Can we make love Kayla, I want you to teach me” Candy said suddenly. Kayla kissed the girl lightly and said, “there is nothing I’d like more, but the guys will be back any second, so unless you want to let two horny brothers have the show of their lives, we need to cool it until we have lots of time and a place. Boy . . . oh I want you though baby girl!” The two kissed again and as if on cue, they heard the guys voices approaching. Each girl replaced her top and tied it behind her back so they could greet their returning brothers. RJ and Kenny went directly to a locker and started looking for a specific long line. “What are you guys doing” the girls wanted to know. Kenny made one swing on the tire and the rope was rotten. He fell into the water” RJ replied. “We’re looking for a new line and we’re going to repair that old swing,” he said with his usual pleasant smile. The girls went with the guys to repair the swing, which was about a ¼ mile up the creek. As the four walked along Kayla and RJ were in the lead walking side-by-side. As they walked Kayla would exaggerate the sway of her hips and bump into RJ’s hip knocking him off balance. He’s purposely would bump into her in return. As the bumping and pushing became more vigorous, all of a sudden RJ reached down and swatted Kayla’s ass hard! The ‘swack’ sound surprised even Kenny and Candy walking behind. “OW” Kayla cried out. “That HURT.” “OK you know you like it, K” RJ remarked off color. Candy laughed and said “Kayla you have a red hand print on your ass.” “RJ’s gonna have more than a hand print on his ass, next time I see it,” Kayla spat! As they continued walking, Candy said to her brother, “poor Kayla.” Kenny put his arm around his sister’s shoulder and pulled her closer. Secretly Candy instantly got butterflies in her tummy. Her brother had not pulled her into his arms in a long time. Kenny remarked, “Oh, I don’t know, Kayla got what she deserved. Maybe I should use a little of that corporal punishment on your ass, when you get out of line?” Kenny made no attempt to remove his arm from around his sister’s shoulders and Candy reached up, interlocked her fingers with his, and held his hand. “What are you thinking about” Kenny asked after she was quiet for a full minute. “I was thinking about whether I should be a good girl . . . or a bad one” Candy said, again Kenny thought somewhat seductively. The mental image of Kenny putting her over his knee and spanking her panty-covered bottom, made Candy weak in the knees. It was also making her bikini bottom moist! The girls watched as Kenny climbed up the tree with the rope, while he and RJ re-rigged the tire swing. The girls were terrified that Kenny would fall and break his neck and Candy pleaded with him to be careful, as she bit on her fingernails out of concern. But his strength and agility, made the task look easier. Afterward the teens played on the swing, except that the girls didn’t want to sit on the filthy tire and damage their suits. Later the boys waited with anticipation as the girls went swimming. They knew that Kayla’s suit would be see-through once more and they each secretly wanted to see the beautiful teen in all her glory. However when the guys turned away and were behind her, Kayla walked out of the stream to her towel lying on the beach. The boys got a view of her ass through the see through suit bottom, but Kayla quickly wrapped the towel around herself putting an end to the show. Only Candy had seen the full frontal view of Candy’s tits, nipples and shaved pussy. This only added to the constant sexual tension building in the 14 year old. The teens walked back to the boat and the afternoon sun was getting low in the sky. They rested and chatted for a while. The boys decided that they would go look for fire wood, so that they could make a fire on shore tonight. The girls said they would work on a nice dinner for everyone. Kayla pulled out a couple of steaks, corn on the cob, vegetable sticks and chips and dip. She also took a small plastic bucket and partially filled it with melted ice water and some ice cubes stolen from the Igloo. Kayla then produced two bottles of wine from the box she and her mother had put aboard. Candy looked at the food and said “Wow, this is going to be a cool dinner. We don’t usually drink wine at our house.” “Mom made me promise that we’d only drink it when we were at anchor for the night . . and then only in moderation” Kayla said. Candy was standing facing the sink in the Galley and husking the corn on the cob. The steak was almost thawed and Kayla had put marinade on it. Kayla walked up behind Candy and put her arms around her cousin’s waist. Kayla leaned down and nuzzled the younger girl’s neck and lightly placed her lips on the side of Candy’s neck behind her ear. Candy sighed and cocked her head to the side to allow Kayla to move her blonde mane out of the way and get better access to her neck. Kayla kissed her neck twice more and then gave the girl a love-bite on the neck. “Hey, no hickeys” the young girl admonished, “I’d have to explain to my mother how that got there!” Kayla ran her hands up her cousin’s torso and right under her bikini top. Kayla softly kneaded the girls ‘A’ cup breasts noting her nipples were again rock hard. “Wanna fool around Baby girl” Kayla asked her younger cousin? “God yes” Candy cooed. “Do you think we have time before the guys get back” the girl asked hopefully. “No I think they will catch us” Kayla said. “But I don’t care if they watch us make love , if you don’t.” Candy came to her senses. “Kayla, you have me so horny after teasing me all day . . . I want to . . . I really do, but I don’t know what Kenny would think, or what he’d say. And he might tell my mom!” Then as an afterthought she said “and what about RJ if he sees us” Candy wanted to know. “Don’t worry about RJ, he once watched Mary and I go at it!” What Kayla didn’t tell her girl-cousin, what she couldn’t say, was that after RJ watched she and Mary get each other off, RJ then fucked Kayla’s brains out for about an hour while Mary watched the two of them fuck, and fingered herself to another orgasm! Kayla gave her cousin a soft kiss and said “It’s OK, you’re probably right, we need to cool it right now . . at least until we have more time alone.” The girls reluctantly separated and finished preparations while Kayla lit the barbecue. The boys returned with armloads of wood and set about making a fire ring out of rocks on the beach. About dusk dinner was finally served. The crickets serenaded the four kids and the boys complimented how good the steak tasted and how Kayla had kept the corn on the cob so tender while barbecuing it. They were about half way through dinner before Kayla remembered she had wine cooling in a bucket. She poured each of the others a glass and sat down with them.. The four teens toasted. “To friendship” Kayla said “No, to new best friends” Candy said and clinked her glass. Kenny thought for a long moment and said “to long lives and lots of loving”. The four teens laughed and clinked glasses together. After dinner Candy and Kenny insisted they would take care of all the clean up and do what little dishes there were. Kayla and RJ went to the forward lounge. While they were cleaning up Kenny said “Fun day Huh? Did you enjoy yourself lil bit?” “Gosh yes, I had so much fun today. I think I got a little sunburned though” Candy said as she pushed on the skin of her forearm. “Yep gonna be sore tomorrow” the girl said as she flinched a little. As Candy spoke she slurred her words a little. “Geese I think I got a buzz from one glass of wine.” “What do you think of Kayla and RJ?” Kenny and Candy had been worried they might be snotty or standoffish. “I think they are great. They are really down to earth. There is something ‘different’ about them though” Candy said. Something that she couldn’t bring to the front of her mind had been kicking around in there all day. “What do you mean Different” Kenny said. “What did you think of that bikini she had on” Kenny wanted to know. “Well it was quite a shock at first” Candy admitted. “But Kayla is very at ease with her body . . . she might be a bit of an exhibitionist . . . but she is comfortable with who she is and doesn’t mind showing a little skin. “I wish I had the guts to be like that” Candy said absentmindedly . . . hell I wish I had a body like that to show off.” Then she caught herself at what she had just said. “Please don’t think I’m some kind of a slut because of what I just said Kenny.” “Candy I would never think you are a slut! And by the way, stop worrying about looking like Kayla, I think your body is hot” Kenny said before he could catch himself. “Errr, well you know what I mean” he mumbled. “Do you really think I’m ok looking . . . or are you just saying that because you’re my brother” Candy wanted to know. Kenny took one look at his sister with her long blond hair, and pixie nose. He looked into her eyes, simulated touching his finger to his tongue and placed his extended finger on her shoulder. He made a sizzling sound and said “HOT . . . smoking in fact!” Candy turned into his arms and gave him a tight hug. “Thank you for making me feel good” she said as she lay her head on Kenny’s chest. As they turned to look forward out of the Galley, Kayla and RJ were sitting on the front lounge, with a candle burning. They were holding hands and Kayla had her head laying on RJ’s left shoulder. They were both staring over at the beach watching the fire flies come out and doing their dance. “See, that’s what I mean . . they’re ‘different’ . . they’re close . . .”Candy trailed off. “Let’s go join them” Kenny said. The girls changed out of their bikinis and cover-ups into shorts and a loose fitting crop top arrangement. While they had on different colors, they both had on very similar outfits. While they were doing this, the boys got the fire started on shore. Kayla brought down the open bottle of wine and the second bottle still sitting in the ice water bucket. She had 4 glasses in her other hand. The 4 teens made themselves comfortable on a large blanket and talked about all the fun they had today, what they would do tomorrow and drank more wine. When they finished the first bottle Kayla open the other, and poured Candy what would be her third glass. “What was your favorite part of today, Candy” her brother asked her. As Candy spoke she was starting to slur her words more. “My fav o rite thing was talking to Kayla . . and doing stuff with her” She told her brother. Kayla just smiled. “What did you guys talk about that was so interesting” Kenny asked. All the alarm bells started going off in Kayla’s head. “Well . . .girl kind of stuff. And she told me to stop worrying about everything and just be happy being me. Oh, and I found out she is a multi – sexual” as Candy said this, she really slurred. Kayla reached out and took the half empty wine glass away from the 14 year old. “I think she’s had enough!” “What the heck is a multi sexual” Kenny wanted to know. Kayla took a deep breath and said “She means Bi-Sexual, Kenny. I’m a bi-sexual.” Kayla said it – she wasn’t ashamed of it, but she didn’t know how Kenny would react to it. “That means she likes guys and girls the same” Candy still slurred. “Yes Candy, I know what it means” Kenny said. RJ had been quiet this whole time, he wasn’t gonna open his mouth and get in any deeper. Then Kenny added “That’s very cool.” “And me and Kayla kissed and stuff . . . and I liked it, so I might be a lesbian Kenny . . . we’re not sure because I haven’t had sex with a guy yet . . . well, I haven’t had sex with a girl yet . . .so we’re really not sure . . but your sister could be a lesbian” she said as she looked as Kenny with doe eyes. “I don’t think you’re a lesbian Candy, but even if you were asexual I would still love you” Kenny said as he pulled her closer and put his arm around her. “An ‘A what’ Candy said. “Man, she’s a regular ‘chatty Kathy’ when she drinks, isn’t she” Kayla said. “Don’t know, I’ve never seen her drink before” Kenny replied, “but I kind of like her this way!” “Oh brother” Kayla said out loud and thought to herself, what WILL she say next. Actually nothing more was said for a long time. Kayla cuddled up next to her brother and sat in his arms watching the fire. Candy did the same with her brother. Neither couple thought anything of it. Kayla would gaze up at RJ lovingly when she thought Kenny and Candy were not watching. Had RJ and she been there alone, they would have already had sex several times that day, and be making love next to the fire right now. Kayla felt a fleeting anger aimed at the intruders. Chapter 12 of 35 [Revised] Candy was not blotto-drunk, but 3 glasses of wine had proved more than she should drink. Candy was both happy and very drowsy from the combination of a long day of travel, the hot sun all day and the wine of course. Kenny nudged his sister who was still cuddled in his arms facing the fire and said “Hey – ‘lil bit’ I think we better be getting to bed. “OK” Candy said very dreamily, while Kenny helped her get to her feet. “Good night everybody” the young girl said as she turned to leave for the boat. When they got to the boat Kenny put both lounges down. They made into a somewhat narrow double-bed on each side with a slight aisle way down the middle between them, but could be shifted so they were side-by-side. Kenny was thinking ‘damn, I should have asked how the sleeping arrangements were to be tonight.’ As he turned to see what Candy was doing, he saw that she had retrieved her football jersey out of her bag and was shimmying out of her clothes in the dim light. However, the light was not that dim, he could plainly see her standing there in pink panties and nude from the waist up. Kenny should have turned away, but he could not take his eyes off of Candy’s ever-present erect nipples. As he stared at her without her knowing, Candy shucked the jersey over her head and stumbled toward the lounge. She plopped down on one side and grabbed Kenny’s hand pulling him down beside her. “Sleep with me big brother . . . like we used to when we were small.” She gave Kenny a brief kiss on the lips and flopped back on the pillow and smiled up at him. Kenny slipped off his pants and shirt quickly sliding up beside Candy, hoping that she could not see the erection tenting his shorts. He quickly rolled on his side, so that Candy was at his back. She threw an arm over him, scrunched up close against his back and gave him a little kiss on the back of the head. “G’nite. Love you” she said and started to drift off to sleep. Kenny lay there for a long time, wishing he would stop having thoughts about his young sister, and willing his erection to go away! When Kayla and RJ came up to the boat they saw their two sleeping teen cousins in the starboard lounge together. Kayla looked at the couple for a long minute, noting that Candy’s pink panties were on display for her and RJ to see, and finally said “They are a cute couple lying there all cuddled up like that.” As she turned away, she placed a light blanket over the two sleeping teens. Kayla pulled off her clothes and unsnapped her bra as she walked aft to get her jersey from her bag. She placed her clothes in her bag and walked back to RJ as seductively as possible, while pulling on her football jersey over her naked torso. As she and RJ settled into the Port side lounge, Kayla whispered to him “Wanna fool around a little . . . they are asleep so they’ll never know.” “I don’t think that when mom swore us to ‘no displays of affection’ in front of our cousins, that meant is was OK to make love when they were asleep 18 inches away from us . . . particularly as vocal as you get during sex, K,” RJ whispered back to his sister. “But they are asleep . . .they probably won’t wake up” Kayla urged her brother. “And if they did hear or see, and told Aunt Karla, or mom, it would be our butts, and then mom would revoke our privileges” RJ said more forcefully, but still under his breath so as not to wake his cousins. “Christ RJ, I’m so horny I could climb the walls! Aren’t you the least bit horny for me” Kayla pleaded. “Kayla, you have no fucking idea how hard it is for me. I’ve got a bonner like steel, just talking to you about it. But we have a really good deal at home . . . and I don’t want to chance loosing that by violating Mom’s trust just because we couldn’t go a couple of days without sex . . . I want to continue to be able to make love with you next week and all the weeks after that” RJ said to his sister. “Kayla if you’re that horny, why don’t you go into the Head and relieve yourself – just be quiet about it!” In utter frustration Kayla rolled over with her back to her brother, punched her pillow, pulled up the light blanket and huffily said “Fine, good night then.” About 3 AM Candy had been having a major erotic dream. This time it was with her brother again but in this dream they were not just showing each other their bodies, but Candy had mounted him and they were having sex. The dream made Candy hot and restless under the blanked and she tossed it off. In her sleep she was still hot, so she sat up and pulled off her football jersey, not waking and certainly not thinking about the ramification. Candy kept having the same dream, each time where she mounted her brother, but each time she was about to insert his penis into her vagina, she would stir and the dream would rewind to the beginning where they were just making out on the boat. As Candy continued the restlessness in her dream at some point she swung herself on top of her brother, lay down on his chest and snuggled in to him. Kenny, also still asleep, instinctively wrapped his arms around his sister, pulling her into a tight embrace and mashing her now exposed tits into his chest. Kenny was having his own erotic dream. He had been dreaming about his sister for the last 2 years. When Kenny had been 15 years old he started having sexual dreams about his then 12 year old sister, this was deeply disturbing to him, as he wondered how depraved he was to be thinking about having sex with a child of 12 – let alone his own sister. Kenny knew incest was wrong. It had worried him deeply that he had continued to have these terrible thoughts about his sister. She was bright, she was articulate and she was beautiful . . . he just knew he shouldn’t be having these thoughts about her . . . she deserved better. Sometime shortly after Candy had rolled on top of her brother, and he had embraced her both of them still asleep, Kenny’s erotic dream caused him to grow a huge erection, With his sister sleeping on top of him, his large, thick, penis crept out of the fly of his shorts, and trapped itself between the two sleeping teens. Kenny slept more lightly than Candy and he stirred as his dream became ever so much more vivid. Now he and his sister were enjoying the sex games they were playing and Kenny was free of worry, and enjoying his play with his naked sister. He felt his sister gently rocking her hips and rubbing her pussy on his engorged cock while she lay on top of him. Kenny came to semi-consciousness and realized that Candy was in fact slowly humping her panty-clad crotch along the length of his erect cock. With her weight, and the fact she was pressing down, his cock was trapped between his sister and his belly. Kenny was uncertain if his sister was truly still sleeping and in a state of dream, or if she was being brazen and had awoken like him. For a moment he lay frozen, not sure what to do. Candy was moving very slowly up and down his cock, pausing when his engorged head reached a certain spot. Candy’s breathing was slow like she was still sleeping. The sensation coursing through Kenny was one of pure lust. He had a fleeting thought that if he placed his cock at the entrance of her vagina she might push down on him, if he could just get her panties out of the way! As quickly as he had that thought, he realized what a terrible brother he was, it was just wrong to want to have sex with your sister, he reasoned with himself. As he fought this internal battle, Candy’s humping motion was starting to increase in pace. Kenny knew that he would lose the internal battle with reason, if he didn’t put a stop to this. Kenny shook Candy’s shoulder lightly and said in her ear “Hold still lil bit.” “Noooo” she moaned lightly,” . . . .feels good” the girl said from within her dream state. “I know baby, but you have to stop” Kenny whispered back “NO . . . want you” The girl said dreamily. “Candy, stop please . . . . you’re gonna make me cum” Kenny pleaded in a low voice. “S’ ok” the girl slurred. Cum on my tummy” Kenny grabbed the girl’s hips, now moving still faster, and said “Stop! Candy, stop it now!” His sister stopped her humping motion and in a matter of a minute or so, was again breathing deeply and obviously back in REM sleep. Kenny was a wreck and was still afraid that he would ejaculate at any second with his sister still lying on top of him. In fact, Kenny would lay there wide awake, listening to his sister’s shallow breathing and feeling the points of his sister’s tits boring into his naked chest, for over an hour before he would be able to get back to sleep. His mind was both in turmoil and torment. The sky was just starting to get light grey when Kayla stirred sometime before 5 AM. The weather had been uncomfortably warm and sticky all night. Kayla had first thrown off the light blanket they had on the bed, and then sometime during the night, had taken her football jersey off. As she came to consciousness caused by the pressure in her bladder she realized she was topless and glanced at RJ. RJ had thrown the blanked off himself during the night, and lay there on his back, with his 9 inch erection tenting his briefs. She thought briefly about surprising RJ with an early morning blow-job, but the pressure in her bladder was building to an uncomfortable level. Kayla looked at her cousins and found Candy lying beside her brother with him cuddled up to her back and his arm draped across her. Seeing they were not awake, Kala stood up clad in nothing but her extremely brief, pale yellow thong. As she stood up and her eyes adjusted to the low morning light, she saw for the first time that Candy was nude from the waist up also, wearing nothing but the pink panties she had on the night before. Like she and RJ, they had kicked off the light blanket over them due to the oppressive heat. As Kayla looked at the semi-nude cute blond girl laying there her first thought was ‘You little minx . . . maybe there is more to you than meets the eye!’ Kayla could wait no more and dashed to the Head to take her morning pee. As Kayla returned from the bathroom, she smiled to herself again seeing her cousin half naked sleeping with her brother. “I wonder what went on in that bed last night . . .cause I know nothing went on over here, that’s for damn sure” Kayla said out loud, but to no one who was awake. Kayla slipped her football jersey back on, and slid back into bed beside her brother. Sometime later, Candy felt the need to use the Head and on awaking, realized she was both nude from the waist up and had no cover over her. She looked around in panic to see if any of the other three had been awake and seen her exposed tits. Seeing that everyone was snoring lightly, she slipped her jersey back on and headed for the Head. Sometime shortly after 6AM Kayla, Kenny and Candy were awakened by RJ busily making coffee in the Galley. The three chatted about sleep, and Kenny said that he had not slept that well, but didn’t elaborate on why. All three agreed it was too hot to sleep comfortably. Candy was still lethargic and laying in bed with the cover over her head. The next thing they knew Candy was sitting up on the edge of the lounge, holding her head in her hands. Kayla appeared beside Candy and held out a large glass of orange juice and 3 aspirin. “Here take these” Kayla said offering the girl the aspirin “It will help with the wine hangover.” The four sat at the table and each had a cup of steaming coffee in front of them. The lake and the stream they were anchored in were like glass. The birds sang and there was a quality about the morning air. It seemed cooler now, but the heat would return later in the day. “Feeling any better Candy” Kayla asked. “My head is still pounding. I don’t think the aspirin has kicked in yet. I’m not gonna drink that much wine again I can tell you that! “Yea, a little more moderation until you get used to drinking might be in order” her brother said. “I didn’t make a jackass of myself, did I” Candy asked the group with worry. “No, you were kind of funny in a way” RJ replied. “Funny how” Candy wanted to know looking at RJ. “Like when you told us all that Kayla was a multi-sexual” RJ told the girl, as the three teens laughed. “What the heck is a multi-sexual” Candy said, feeling that she was being made fun of. Kayla looked at Candy and said “Apparently after thee glasses of wine, you couldn’t think of ‘Bi-Sexual’ and you converted it to multi-sexual. So you announced to the guys that I had told you I was a multi-sexual” Kayla said with a huge grin. Candy was mortified. She looked at Kayla and on the verge of tears said “Oh my God Kayla, I am so, SOOO sorry . . . I shouldn’t have blurted out something you told me in confidence. I’m sorry I repeated your secret Kayla, forgive me?” Kayla looked at Candy for a few seconds. “Candy, first it isn’t really a secret. RJ has always known that I am bi-sexual. And while Kenny probably didn’t need to know, I don’t care that he knows. AND, if Kenny thinks less of me now that he knows I am bi-sexual then I really don’t give a shit! In the immortal words of Popeye, ‘I am what I yam’. Candy, I’m comfortable with who I am” Kayla concluded. While Kayla gave Candy a hug and told her quietly to dry her eyes, Kenny was the one to beak the tension; “Why would I care if you’re a bi-sexual, Kayla? The only thing better than a bi-sexual, is a ‘multi-sexual’ bi-sexual!” Kayla laughed so hard she thought she would pee her pants at Kenny’s innuendo. The laughter was infectious and soon RJ and Candy started laughing too. So, all was right with the world. “Let’s just have cereal this morning for breakfast” Kayla finally said, as she and Candy headed to the Galley. As the two girls walked away, RJ and Kenny’s eyes followed the girls. The two made quit a pair with Candy’s blond hair flowing down to near her waist and Kayla’s wavy strawberry tresses below her shoulder blades. The football jerseys rode up as the girls walked, exposing Candy’s pink panties and Kayla’s butt cheeks as her thong was too small to discern. “God we have sexy sisters” Kenny blurted out without thinking. “You said a mouth full, brother,” RJ replied to his cousin. Chapter 13 of 35 [Revised] The teens finished breakfast and cleaned up the boat, stowing everything back in its place for day two of their adventure. Gradually the pounding in Candy’s head quieted to a dull pressure. The boys went swimming, but the girls didn’t feel like getting wet yet. The girls sat, drinking another glass of OJ and watched the boys swim from their perch on the boat. “Feeling better” Kayla asked her younger cousin. “Yes, much better” Candy said. “I’m a little tired though. I didn’t sleep very well last night. Kayla thought for a second and then replied “yea, it was really hot and humid all night.” “Yes, that and these weird dreams I kept having all night” Candy said without thought. “What kind of weird drams” Kayla wanted to know. “The sexy kind” Candy told her cousin. “I can’t remember the specifics now, but I am pretty sure I was doing naughty stuff in my dreams” Candy said, “maybe I was dreaming about you” she said looking at Kayla. “I doubt that” Kayla said. “However, if you crawl in bed with a boy, and take off your shirt, I’m pretty sure you are gonna have sexy drams” Kayla grinned at the young girl. “How did YOU know I had my shirt off” Candy zeroed in. “I got up to pee early in the morning and saw you laying there in your panties with your shirt off, Kenny snuggled to your back, and his arm draped across you” Kayla replied honestly. “GOD!” Candy exclaimed, “You don’t think Kenny saw me without my shirt do you?” “I don’t know . . .what were you two doing over there last night” Kayla teased. “I was passed out – I got hot I guess. We didn’t do anything” Candy said. “Relax” Kayla said. “What’s the big deal if Kenny did see your tits anyway.” “He’s my brother . . he’s not supposed to see my boobies” Candy replied. ‘Un-Hun” Kayla said, like you didn’t look at his cock when you walked in to the bathroom and saw him peeing at our house!” “That was an accident – I didn’t see that much” Candy said in defense. “OK, well maybe it was an accident if Kenny saw your tits. Why don’t you just ask him” Kayla said. “Yea right . . . Kenny did you see my tits . . . did you like them?” Like I’m gonna ask my brother that! The girls had drifted on to talking about other things by the time the boys climbed back on the boat. The girls were dressed in shorts and yet another halter top, each. The four lay about for quite a while, resting up for the day ahead. “How about we go and see if we can find that waterfall” Kayla suggested. The others readily agreed. Kayla put drinks for all of them in a cloth bag and the boys threw on tees over their swim trunks. The four set off for their morning adventure. As they followed the trail up the creek side RJ and Kayla were several paces ahead. Kenny and his sister watched from the rear as Kayla would occasionally bump a hip into RJ, in a repeat of yesterday’s play. They had passed the swing the boys had previously repaired, when Candy turned to Kenny and said “There’s something I need to tell you Kenny.” “What’s that lil bit” he replied. “Last night when we were asleep I got too warm, and I took my jersey off to sleep” Candy said. “I know” was all that Kenny said. “You do? I hope I didn’t embarrass you, or you don’t think I’m some kind of freak” Candy said. “I didn’t mind” Kenny said, making the 14 year old feel more at ease. “Besides, it was very dark and I couldn’t see anything” Kenny fibbed to his sister, trying to be a gentlemen. He purposely didn’t mention the part where she had climbed on him, ground her tits in to his chest and slowly rode his cock on her panties, all while she slept!” “Kenny, there is something else I wanted to say to you.” “Go on” Kenny replied. “I wanted to tell you I really liked sleeping with you last night . . . and, ummmm . . I want to sleep together again tonight” Candy blurted out. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea lil bit” Kenny said cautiously. “Some people would think it strange to be sleeping in the same bed with your sister at our age.” “Well I don’t” Candy said, “and besides you’re a perfect gentlemen” she concluded. If only she knew how close I came last night to not being a gentlemen Kenny thought. “We’ll see” was all he said to his sister, but he snaked his arm around his sister and pulled her close by his side. Candy’s insides did flip-flop when Kenny pulled her close. Kenny and Candy watched RJ and Kayla walk ahead as they continued to exchange touches, shoves, and looks at each other. The four heard the waterfall before they actually saw it. As they rounded the last turn there was the waterfall, still flowing this late in the summer. The water cascaded from a rock outcropping above and fell down about 70 feet, splashing across several rock ledges along the way. The bottom was a deep pool of clear blue liquid, with sandy beaches on one side of its horseshoe shape. “It’s just as I remembered it” Kayla said to RJ. “This place is beautiful” Candy said to the others, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.” RJ had carried two blankets and started to put them down and smooth them out. RJ brushed out the wrinkles and the little bit of dirt that got on the blanket. As Kayla went to sit down, RJ held out a hand to steady her on her descent. Once all four were seated, the sat in silence and watched the water cascade down to the pool, before it started its journey down the stream. They had sat about 15 minutes and as much as Candy watched the water, she studied her cousins. It seemed to her that they were constantly looking into each other’s eyes only to quickly advert them. There were little touches here and there. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the blanket. Candy had a thought that had been banging around the back of her head since arriving at her cousin’s home, and then throughout this trip, that became crystal clear. Her mind was racing to reconstruct all the pieces, and suddenly it all came to her. Sometimes Candy’s mouth would move before her brain could stop it! “Oh my gosh” Candy suddenly exclaimed, “It’s him . . . it’s RJ . . . how could I not have seen it sooner” Candy exclaimed excitedly, as though solving some great mystery. “Him, who” Kenny said to his sister, “What are you talking about anyway, Candy?” “RJ . . . Kayla” she tried to explain to her brother, but was still not making sense. “RJ is Kayla’s boyfriend!” Kenny looked at his sister as though she had gone nuts. Had he been looking at RJ he would have noticed the blood drain from RJ’s face. “Are you nuts” Kayla exclaimed, but she never should have issued the challenge. “OK, look Kenny. Kayla and I talked a lot about stuff at the house. She has this mystery boyfriend . . . a guys she really loves . . . .she said he was ‘sweet,’ ‘loving,’ ‘thoughtful,’ ‘very polite,’ ‘always looking out for her’ . . she couldn’t say enough about this guy. When I asked where he was, she just said ‘he’s around’. When I asked if I could meet him she was evasive and said ‘maybe someday.’ Well I think I’ve already met him! Have you watched the way they look at each other . . . and they are always touching . . .or bumping hips . . .they can’t stay away from each other!” Candy was spent and sat back on her haunches. RJ had not said a word throughout this. Kayla just looked at Candy for a long minute and finally spoke. “You have a great imagination Candy. You figured this all out in a day, after not having seen us for 3 years?” Kayla said this, trying to discredit her logic. Candy thought for a minute. “Ok Kayla you always say that you are happy and comfortable with who you are.” “Kayla, RJ” Candy said looking each in the eye, “I think you two guys are two of the most truthful people I’ve ever know. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me I am wrong, and that you two are not lovers, and then I’ll leave this alone” Candy said. Kayla starred at her cousin for a very long time. No one said a word while Kayla stewed. “Oh fuck it!” Kayla exclaimed. “I bet you think you’re one smart 14 year old! And you’re a blond to boot” Kayla said. “Hey, I’m almost 15” Candy said and thrust out her chest to make the point. “Yea, well when you’re 15 I’ll be 16” Kayla retorted and stuck out her tongue. The two girls had to laugh at the gesture, but Candy returned to point. “Look me in the eye and answer me” she said to Kayla, not taking her gaze away from the older girl. Kayla drew in a deep breath. And then another. “Ok, yes, RJ is my boyfriend and yes we are lovers” Kayla said with her head held high. RJ could not believe his ears and had no idea what was going to happen from here on. “YES, I knew it” Candy exclaimed while pumping her fist. Chapter 14 of 35 [Revised] “How did you become so smart anyway, you little shit” Kayla said to Candy. “Hey, I’m a straight ‘A’ student, and I’m very observant. If RJ hadn’t been your brother, I would have probably figured it out sooner. But you guys being brother and sister, threw me off” Candy concluded. Kenny had not said a word. He was taken aback by the revelation however. His mind was racing a 1000 miles an hour, particularly given all the un-brotherly thoughts he’d been having about his sister recently. “This is so cool. How long have you guys been together . . . I mean as a couple? Who started it? Who all knows about you two? How do you keep your parents from seeing it? Kayla ran all these questions and more up the flag pole in rapid succession, before taking a breath. Kenny looked at his sister in surprise, seeing that she was not near as off-kilter about this turn of events, as his he himself was. “Geese Candy, I thought you only talked that fast when you had been drinking” Kayla said to her cousin with a grin. However, Kayla began to answer the girl’s questions honestly and unabashedly. “Neither of us really ‘started’ it. RJ and I have always been very close” Kayla began. “We just sort of grew together, we talked about everything when we hit puberty . . . about how he was feeling . . . about how I was feeling. We wanted to learn about sex and we started doing the kid-type stuff. You know, playing doctor, touching, looking, etc. I supposed that one of the things that made it easy for us was that we always bathed or showered together, up until I was 10 and RJ was 11. When I was 11 I got my period and my boobs sprang up almost overnight. That put an end to showering together.” “Go on” Candy urged her cousin forward, fascinated with the detail and genuinely interested in the story. Kenny just sat in shocked silence not sure how to take the revelations of a romantic relationship between his cousins. RJ wished he had never come on this trip. “Well, we were still close except for seeing each other naked. By the time I was 13 though, I was curious about how RJ had changed in puberty. I was helping my mother change the bedding one day and as I stripped the sheets from RJs bed I found a pair of my panties under his pillow. It was a pair I had worn a few days earlier, had not yet laundered and had not yet missed them. Anyway, I pulled out these panties from under his pillow and noticed they were crusty with this yellow looking crud. At 13 I knew that boys and girls both masturbated and I was pretty sure I knew what the yellow crust all over my panties was.” At this point in the story RJ wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. His most guarded secret was being discussed openly with his cousins. As a matter of fact, he wished he was anywhere but here! Kenny however was scarlet red with embarrassment. Had Kayla or RJ been looking at him they would have noticed. Only Candy made mental note of his condition however. Kayla continued, “SO, I confronted RJ about the soiled panties I found under his pillow, and at first he swore he didn’t know how they got there. When I pointed out all the yellowing stains on them, he fell apart and apologized for taking them. I asked him why he did that and he explained to me that he thought about me every day . . . all the time . . . and that my panties smelled like me and made him horny, so he would jack-off in them.” ‘Great,’ RJ thought, ‘now my cousins know that I am a total pervert . . .this is just fucking great!’ Candy turned to look at RJ, who was looking very, very uncomfortable. “So RJ, you are awfully quiet, what happened next” Candy asked trying to engage her male cousin. “We just started fooling around. You know, Kayla wanted to know how boys jacked-off so I showed her. I wanted to know how girls did it, so she showed me. As some point we got to where we would have make-out sessions every day after school before mom got home from work. We would either masturbate in front of each other, or then we got to where I would get Kayla off and then she would do me.” While Candy had RJ talking, he still looked extremely uncomfortable. Candy looked at Kayla, “So who all knows about this, do all your friends know you are a couple?” “NO! None of our friends know anything about this . . . except for my friend Mary, one very smart blond 14 year old, and her very shell-shocked brother” Kayla said looking at Kenny. “RJ and I are not ashamed of our relationship at all, but society in general has a big hang-up with incest. If someone reported us, RJ and I could be placed into a foster home and separated . . . which would kill us.” As Kayla said this, Candy realized she was seeing both sadness and fear on Kayla’s face. “How do you keep your parents from finding out” Candy wanted to know. “My mom does know” Kayla said, “but my dad is oblivious.” “Wow your mom knows, and she’s Ok with everything” Candy asked cautiously. “When I was about 13 ½ or 14 I went to my mom and told her about the feelings I was having for RJ, but we hadn’t had sex yet. Mom was very understanding and told me that some brothers and sisters grew to have feelings for each other, while other’s never did. She told me something I’ve never forgotten; she said ‘Only God can understand what makes two people fall in love – and only God can judge that love.’ Anyway, mom went on to tell me about the pitfalls of society and why incest had become such a taboo over the ages . . .because of all the inbreeding and genetic problems that society had encountered.” “Wow, you’re mom is so cool” Candy said. “I told you Candy, you can talk to your mom too. You’d be surprised how easy it is once you start. Your mom is cool too” Kayla concluded. “So what happened after you talked to your mom about your feelings for RJ’ Candy wanted to know. “Well she answered my questions and told me that no matter what I decided, she would help me through it. She also told me that if I needed help making a decision, she was there to help with that also. Even though I had sex-education in school, mom and I then talked about the danger of pregnancy and STDs. Mom reminded me that at 13 ½ I was perfectly capable of getting knocked-up” Kayla took a break. “Wow, I’m really not sure I could have that discussion with MY mom” Candy said in thought. “So not to be more nosy, but when did you and RJ start . . . errr . . . doing it” Candy pressed her cousin. “Let’s just say I was younger than you are now” Kayla replied. “Actually, RJ and I decided we wanted to go all the way, about a week or two after my talk with mom. One day I went to her and said that ‘I need to be on birth control.’ She asked if I had done anything yet, I told her no, but we were planning on it. She gave me a big hug, told me I was very ‘responsible’ and took me to the Doctor’s Office the next day.” “God Kayla, you have it so totally together. I am so envious of you” Candy said. “Look,” Kayla said, “RJ and I have been totally open with you guys, although I can see that Kenny is still comatose about this. RJ and I are not ashamed of anything we do, and we don’t think society and their damn rules against incest make any sense. We love each other just like any other boy and girl who fell in love. We have one advantage in that we get to sleep together almost every night.” “I don’t know if opening up to you guys makes you think differently of us, or not. But I beg you guys, even if you think we’re terrible people . . . please don’t ever tell anyone about what you know . . . even your mom, although . . . I know my mom tells your mom everything so I would guess that Aunt Christy knows RJ and I sleep together. Like I said, we’re not ashamed but we don’t want Child Services to separate us!” As Kayla said this, she had tears in her eyes. “Candy grabbed Kayla in her arms and said “Don’t cry sweetie’ – God we’d never do anything to hurt you guys.” “We will never, EVER, tell a soul about anything that we’ve discussed, will we Kenny?” “No” was all Kenny mumbled, his mind was still reeling from everything he’d just heard. Candy hauled off and hit Kenny on the arm – hard! “OW” he said and then Candy pinched his fleshy bicep harder. “Wake up!” Candy looked at her brother. “Kenny, say that you swear on my life, that you will never tell anyone . . . especially your jock friends . . . what Kayla and RJ have shared with us!” Kenny’s bicep was turning bright red from the pinch. “All right” he said, “I swear on my life not to tell a soul what we’ve discussed today.” Candy punched his arm again, even harder! “That’s not what I said – I want you to swear on MY life you will never say a word” “Jesus Candy, quit hitting me! OK, I swear on YOUR life, I will never say a word!” “That’s better. See Kayla, I know Kenny will never do anything to hurt ME. So if he swears on MY life, he knows that if he fucks up, ever, I will cut his balls off when he sleeps!” That broke the ice and lightened the mood, and the girls both laughed, although RJ and Kenny didn’t see the humor in Candy’s statement. Candy leaned in and gave Kayla a very tight hug. While the younger girl held the older one tightly, Candy lightly kissed Kayla on her neck and whispered in her ear; “God Kayla I love you. Thanks for trusting me enough to share your life with me.” As Candy concluded she gave Kayla a little extra squeeze and Kayla returned the gesture. As the two girls broke apart Kayla again had tears in her eyes, this time because of the closeness she had formed with her younger female cousin. The boys stood up and RJ said to Kayla, “if we are through playing truth or consequences Kenny and I are going swimming.” With that they two teen boys ran to edge of the pool formed by the waterfall. The jumped in and swam about. As the two swam they both came to rest off at the far end of the pool on a large, partially submerged rock. RJ looked at Kenny who had been very quiet since the whole RJ-Kayla explanation had started. “Kenny, are we still friends” RJ asked. “What are you talking about? Of course we’re still friends – why wouldn’t we be” Kenny said back in all sincerity. “I’m thinking you probably think I am some kind of a freak, having a relationship with my sister!” RJ said, afraid of the answer. “RJ, I am fine with you guys. I just never knew anyone who was in your situation before. At least no one who ever admitted it to me. But honestly, it helped explain some things that have been bothering me” Kenny concluded. “What sort of things that were bothering you” RJ inquired, “if you don’t mind me asking?” Kenny hesitated at first, but figured what the heck. “RJ, for the past couple of years I have been having thoughts about my sister . . .you know nasty thoughts . . . sex thoughts! It’s been driving me crazy and I have been feeling like such a bad person. I don’t know how I could be having these thoughts about that sweet little girl” Kenny continued. “Well because that ‘sweet little girl’ is becoming a woman” RJ said. “And more probably because she IS such a sweet, beautiful and smart girl, it makes her all the more appealing to you. Hell, Candy is one hell of a catch – no wonder you have thoughts about her” RJ said. Kenny looked at RJ, like a light bulb had come on. In all of his self recrimination over his feelings, it had never occurred to him that this could all be ‘normal’ until RJ had said that. “Kenny, have you ever told her how you feel about her” RJ asked. “No, I’d be afraid of alienating her . . . or scarring her off . . . and I could never stand it if Candy wasn’t there for me any longer” Kenny said forcefully. Without further discussion the boys swam back to the girls and exited the water. “Hey girls, go swimming with us” RJ pleaded. “We didn’t bring any suits” Kayla said and Candy concurred. “Well just swim in your shorts and bras” Kenny said. “Are you crazy” Candy said, I paid over $60 for these shorts, they’re good, so I’m not gonna ruin them swimming in them. Besides, I’m not wearing a bra” Candy concluded. “Well, we could go back to the boat so you guys could change into your suits” RJ said, “but it’s a bit of a hike.” Kayla sat up with a mischievous grin. I am gonna ask you guys some questions Yes or No answers only please! The other three teens looked at Kayla in anticipation. “Kenny, have you ever seen a girls tits before?” “Well of course I have” Kenny started to say. “Yes or No only” Kayla reminded him. “Ok, Yes” he said. “In real life, not in Playboy magazine” Kayla asked. “Yes” he said. “RJ, have you ever seen a girl’s tits” “We just told them we sleep together, I think they know . . . “ “Yes or No” Kayla cut off her brother. “OK, Yes” “Kenny, have you ever seen Candy’s tits” “Yes” Kenny replied. “What? When did you see my boobs” Candy interrupted. “Hey I ask the question” Kayla corrected the girl. “OK Kenny, when have you seen Candy’s tits” Kayla deviated. “When she forgets to close the Bathroom door when showering, for instance” Kenny replied. Kayla looked at Candy – “Oh, the old ‘I accidentally forgot to close the bathroom door ploy!’ Candy, that’s the oldest ruse in the book to let your brother see your tits” Kayla said. As Kayla said this, Candy turned crimson and blushed, as Kayla had nailed her action right on the head. “Back to questions” Kayla said. “RJ, have you ever seen my tits?” “Yes” RJ said. “OK. RJ, have you ever seen Candy’s tits? “No” he answered. “Kenny, have you ever seen my tits” Kayla said. “Yes, through your transparent Bikini” Kenny responded. “OK that’s a ‘sort of’ then” Kayla replied. Next question; Kenny and RJ, have both of you ever seen a girls pussy?” “Yes” they both replied. “Real girls, not Playboy” Kayla questioned. “Yes” both boys relied again. “RJ, have you ever seen Candy’s pussy” “No” was his flat answer “Kenny have you seen Candy’s pussy? Oh never mind, the bathroom door thing again” Kayla chuckled. “Kenny, have you seen mine? Oh never mind, the Bikini again, so that’s another ‘sort of’” Kayla answered for him. “Candy, it’s your turn. Have you ever seen a boys cock?” “Kayla!” Candy exclaimed in disbelief. “Answer!” her cousin said. “Yes, I have” Candy said and blushed vividly. “I stipulate that I’ve seen a boys cock” Kayla said. “RJ, you letch” Kayla said, “would you be upset or embarrassed if you saw Candy’s tits and pussy?” “NO” RJ said, almost too enthusiastically. “Of course you wouldn’t’ Kayla said, as she knew RJ secretly lusted after the younger girl. “Kenny, would you be upset or embarrassed if you saw my tits and pussy?” “No,” Kenny said with a grin. “Candy, would you be upset or embarrassed if you saw RJ and Kenny’s cocks?” “Kayla” the younger girl whined. “CAN DY” the older said in response mocking her. “I guess I wouldn’t mind” Candy responded slowly, although she again could have glowed in the dark. “OK gang, it’s skinny-dipping time” Kayla laughed, get out of those clothes everyone. The boys shucked out of their board shorts in an instant and headed for the water. Kayla set about removing her top, bra and shorts and folded them, laying them on the blanket. As Kayla stood in her panties she noted that Candy had her back to the others and was slowly still unbuttoning her top. “get a move on Candy” Kayla said. I’ll see you in the water. With that the older girl dropped her panties and put them on the blanket, then ran to the water. Candy slowly removed the rest of her clothes and underwear tossing them on the blanket, but keeping her back to the others. Instinctively she tried to cover her breasts and genitals with her hands and arm. “I don’t want you guys to look at me when I get in the water” Candy shouted over her shoulder to the three naked teens now in the water. “OK” Kayla shouted back, “Well all cover our eyes and I’ll let you know when.” “You promise?” Candy asked. “I promise” Kayla hollered back, “We’ll all have our eyes covered. “OK Candy” Kayla shouted to her cousin, “You can come in now.” Candy turned and started to run for the water. She got about two or three leaps toward the pool of sparking water when she realized the three others were standing there knee deep in the water, totally nude and exposed and all three had a hand over their eyes . . . . except that their fingers were spread widely, so that they could plainly see the naked girl dashing toward them. Candy hit the water with a huge splash and said “No fair, you promised you wouldn’t look.” “No we promised we’d cover our eyes” Kayla corrected her, “which technically we did!” Candy was all pouty looking. Kayla said, “Look you got to see the three of us naked and you didn’t explode, the three of us got to see you naked and we are fine with it. Candy girl, you gotta get over it. Besides you have a beautiful body.” The four of them frolicked in the pool for a long time. The water temp was over 85, so it was almost too warm, but felt good. Candy tried to remain mostly neck deep while Kayla made no attempt to hide her ample breasts. At one point Kenny came up behind his sister and innocently put his arms around his sister’s mid section. “I’m sorry we tricked you Candy” he said, “but Kayla is right, you have nothing to be self-conscious about with your body. You are very attractive” “Yes, you all are so easy going with it all – I guess I need to grow up a bit” Candy said. “You’re fine the way you are Candy, don’t change anything” Kenny said and gave her a squeeze. As Kenny squeezed her from the back, Candy thought she felt her brother’s flaccid penis against her butt cheeks, and the girl flushed. While the two stood like that they gazed across the pond and saw Kayla in RJs arms and they were kissing madly. “This has been quite the day” Candy said, watching her two teen cousins obviously swapping tongues. “It sure has . . .it’s been illuminating in more ways than one” Kenny responded lightly. “What do you think about all this” Kenny said, while gesturing toward his cousins. “Personally I don’t care if RJ is her brother, or a Martian, Kayla is head over heels in love with him, Kenny.” “You should have heard the way she talked about her ‘boyfriend’, it was like a fairy tale.” “What do you think of RJ” Kenny asked his sister. Candy wasn’t sure what her brother was getting at, but she said “I think he is very sweet, he’s cute, and very thoughtful” Candy concluded. “What do you think of Kayla, Kenny” Candy asked her brother. “She is a free-spirit for sure. She’s fun, outspoken, smart and beautiful” Kenny answered his sister truthfully. Candy spun around in her brother’s encircled arms, now facing him. “Kenny, tell me the truth now, do you think I am pretty at all?” Kenny smiled and grinned at his little sister. “NO I don’t think you are pretty at all” Kenny said, catching his sister by surprise, but she was resigned as that was how she felt. “Candy, I think you are way beyond pretty . . .I think you are gorgeous . . .a smoking hot babe” Kenny said, letting down all of his defenses. Candy grinned up at him and placed her arms around his waist. Kenny was a lot larger than Candy, and her arms a lot shorter. The result was that as Candy embraced him back she pulled him closer. Now she definitely felt the slight rise of her brother’s penis against the front of her leg. “Kenny? What if I told you I want to kiss you. Would you be repulsed or angry” Candy asked meekly. “No, what if I told you I’ve wanted to kiss you for the last two years. Would you be repulsed or angry with me” Kenny answered in response, quoting her question. “Really” Candy said brightly. “You wanted to kiss me from like when I was 12” she asked with a toothy grin. “Guilty” He said. “Why didn’t you ever tell me” Candy asked her big brother. “I didn’t want you to call the police. . . . or worse to hate me for it” Kenny told the girl truthfully. “I could never hate you Kenny.” Candy looked up into her brothers eyes. “So, what are we gonna do about this. Are you gonna kiss me, or are we gonna talk about it all day? Both of them instinctively looked over their shoulder at their cousins, afraid they were about to get caught. Kayla had RJ in a lip-lock and Candy wasn’t sure, but she thought Kayla had her legs wrapped around RJ’s hips. “They aren’t gonna even notice us” Candy said to her brother. Kenny reached up with a free hand, gently took Candy’s chin and guided his lips to hers. For Candy it was like fireworks going off in her brain. Candy should have been forthright with Kenny and admitted to him that she had wanted to kiss HIM, since she was 11! At first their kiss was tentative. But then the intensity grew, and they mashed their lips harder together, and their heads jockeyed for position. Candy was the first to part her lips slightly, inviting her brother to start French kissing her. Candy had learned recently that she liked ‘Frenching’ and Kenny wasted not a moment darting his tongue into his sister’s mouth. Candy swirled her tongue into Kenny’s parted lips and probed deeply. This was an entirely new feeling for the 14 year old. Candy and Kenny were now in full make-out mode and Candy felt the unmistakable rigidity of her brother’s penis rising between her legs. She was somewhat frightened, but her belly was on fire. “Kenny, touch my tits please” The young teen begged. Kenny kneaded her small breasts and played with her nipples, causing Candy to go weak in the knees, moaning “oh my God Kenny – that feels so good!” From behind Candy, a voice erupted, “Hey guys . . . . WHAT are you dooooing” Kayla teased. “Jesus Kayla you scared the shit out of me” Candy said. “I just found out that Kenny has wanted to kiss me for a couple of years, so we were trying that out” Candy grinned. “Kissing” Is that what you call that” Kayla teased her younger counterpart. “Lets go up to the blanket” Kayla said to the other two.” “Aaaaw, I can’t” Kenny said, “I have an erection” “It’s OK” Kayla said, “Don’t worry about it. RJ has a raging hard-on also.” As Kenny looked at his male cousin, RJ grinned back and shrugged his shoulders. Kayla led the way and dragged RJ by the hand. Candy, intertwined her fingers in her brother’s hand, and flowed he cousins up to the blanket. Candy hadn’t seen RJ’s erection very clearly as he and Kayla walked by, but she could clearly see her brother’s massive hard cock swaying from side to side, as he walked to the blanket beside her. The four teens plopped down on the blanket. The boys self-consciously tried to hide their hard penises, which Kayla chalked up to homophobia. Kenny glanced at Kayla and saw that she did in fact have a totally smooth pussy, just as it had looked like through her see-thru bikini. RJ glanced at Candy’s pussy and noted that it had sparse, totally blond hair strategically above her slit. “Now that the cat is out of the bag, so to speak, RJ and I were going to talk to you guys about something. But that was before we saw you guys out in the water” Kayla said. “What’s up” Candy said to her equally naked cousin. Candy was now getting more at ease with being in the buff in front of her brother and her cousins. “First, what’s up with you guys. You seemed to be enjoying yourself out there” Kayla said as she motioned over her shoulder at the pond. “We just got to talking and I told Kenny I wanted to kiss him, and he told me he’s wanted the same for a couple of years” Candy said. “And Candy, how long have you been having fantasy’s about your brother and wanted to kiss him” Kayla said, boring into the point. “Since I was 11” Candy admitted honestly. Kenny was somewhat taken aback to learn this had been a long-time desire for his sister as well. “Candy, it looks like we have a situation here” It would seem that . . “ and as Kayla said this she reached out for both boys, “we have a couple of studs here with raging hard-on’s that we caused with all that kissing and touchy-feely.” As she concluded she grasped both boy’s penises around the base and waived them slightly. Kayla was surprised to learn that Kenny’s manhood was not much longer than RJ’s, but it was bigger in gerth. Kayla could not fully close her hand around Kenny’s, while she could RJ’s cock. Both boys were a little shocked when Kayla grabbed their cocks, but neither moved nor breathed. “Candy, it’s unfair what we’ve done to the guys. RJ and I were going to ask you guys to wait here, while we went back to the boat and did IT” Kayla said honestly. “However Candy, now that I see you have done the same thing to Kenny, I have a different idea.” Kayla had not let go of either boy and looked them in their eyes, as she slowly moved her hand higher from the base of their cocks. “Candy, I know you don’t know how to jack-off a boy, or give them a blow job, so I am going to teach you. If we leave them like this, the boys will get ‘blue balls’ which is actually painful for them.” Candy had been hanging on every word her cousin said, and could not take her eyes off of either her brother’s nor RJ’s inflated cocks. She had never seen such a delightful sight before. “First you have to stroke their cocks up and down” Kayla told Candy “like this” she said as she simultaneously stroked the length of each boy. “The head of their cock is the real sensitive part” Kayla said as she slid her hand to each boy’s glans and swirled her hand around it. Both boys let out an audible grunt when she did this. “See they liked that” Kayla said as she continued to stroke their rock-hard shafts. “You try it now Candy”, Kayla said. Candy reached out and tentatively took hold of her brother’s cock. Kayla let go and coached the young girl saying not to go to fast, etc. Kayla looked at Candy and noted that while she had hold of her brother’s member, poor RJ’s was flailing in the wind. “Candy, what about RJ” Kayla said, you can’t just ignore him!” “Candy flushed and she sputtered when she tried to speak. “Isss . . . is it alright to . . . .you know . . . touch his thingy? I mean he is your boyfriend!” “”That’s very sweet of you to be concerned” Kayla said, “but we’ll make an exception while you are in the learning phase” Kayla said to her young cousin and gave her a slight peck on the cheek. Candy reached out and grabbed RJ’s cock in her left hand while holding her brothers in her right. Candy smiled seductively at RJ and began stroking both boys. Candy never took her eyes off of the two cocks in her hand but she spoke to Kayla; “I can’t believe that something that is so hard can be so soft . . . and so . . . intimidating” the young girl said. RJ’s eyes were closed and he was lost in the feeling of the hand-job his young cousin was providing him. Kenny’s eyes were wide open and he suddenly started thrusting his hips wildly in Candy’s hand. Candy’s hand could not encircle the ramrod thickness of Kenny’s overheated member, so she was having difficulty holding on while Kenny started the bucking motion. Kayla seeing what was happening suddenly reached out and grabbed Kenny’s cock right at the base and squeezed very hard. Kenny whimpered at the sudden pressure. “Hold off a second Candy” Kayla said and her cousin released her grip on her older brother’s member, but kept on stroking RJ’s. “What’s the matter? Wasn’t I doing it right” Candy wanted to know. “No you were doing it very right” Kayla assured her. “But Kenny was getting way too excited and was close to cuming” Kayla explained. “Kenny, you just hold still and relax until the feeling goes away” Kayla said to him while keeping a stranglehold on the base of his about-to-erupt cock. “Candy, while you are stroking RJ, put your lips around the head of his cock, like this.” Kayla then showed the young teen, while she continued to stroke. RJ let out an audible moan. “When you have your lips around the head of his cock, keep stroking, but swirl your tongue all around his cock-head” the older teen said to her cousin. Candy again smiled at her boy cousin and Kayla swore she batter her eyelashes at him, before she bent down and sucked the engorged purple head into her lips. Kayla watched her cousin’s cheeks become concave she was sucking so hard on RJ and he too was beginning to moan in such a way that Kayla was afraid her brother might cum in Candy’s mouth. All the while this was going on, Kayla kept a death-grip at the base of Kenny’s penis, and she could now tell that he was past the point of ejaculation. Kayla said to her cousin, “Ok, give RJ’s cock a rest and you can start again on Kenny. Kenny is going to get excited again pretty quick Candy, so suck on the head of his cock, but when you sense that he is going to cum, . . . when he starts bucking into your mouth, just pull him out, stroke faster and harder, and aim his cock at your tits. Don’t swallow his cum this time . . . I’ll explain to you later” Kayla finished. Candy did as instructed removing RJ’s penis from her sucking mouth with an audible ‘plop’. In truth RJ was disappointed as he felt his cousin had a real talent when it came to sucking cock. Candy found that the head of her brother’s ram-rod was larger than RJs and had become this dark purple mass. Candy could hardly get her mouth around the massive tip. However, when she did, she did everything Kayla had taught her. Candy sucked as hard as she could and each time her brother thrust she would either swirl her tongue around the ridge, or twist her head such that her lips rode around the crown. Even through Candy’s hand would barely encircle her brother’s cock-shaft, she stroked as furiously as she could once her brother started moving into her mouth. Candy tasted a very slightly salty substance. Nothing that was overly yuk, but slightly different. Kenny started thrusting his hips in earnest and Candy became a little frightened that he might shove that monster cock down her throat. As it was, she almost gagged a couple of times, but managed not to wretch. Kenny started grunting loudly and said “No . . . oh Candy ‘ ‘ Here . . . . . “ Candy felt the swell of the gigantic head in her mouth. Instinct told her that Kenny was about to spew his male seed. Following Kayla’s advice she suddenly withdrew the heated member from her mouth with an audible ‘plop’ and using two hands now jacked Kenny’s cock for all it was worth. From root to tip, her hands were a blur on Kenny’s baby-maker. Suddenly Kenny cried out “Cuming . . . “ and his whole body went stiff. The first eruption hit Candy in the neck. She was shocked by the force and the heat of the liquid. She pointed his cock downward more and the second and third shots hit her tits dead on. The shear amount of seminal fluid literally drenched the 14 year old’s ‘A cups. The next two spurts were less forceful and hit Candy above the waist. The sixth and final spurt hit Candy on top of the thigh. Kenny collapsed backwards onto the blanket. Candy looked at the coating of cum which extended from her neck down and which was now running down off the points of her tits and dripping to the ground. Candy ran her fingers through the mess on her body and exclaimed “OH Wow! That was totally awesome!” Kayla looked at the copious amount of cum on her cousin and said “Christ Kenny – how long has it been since you jacked-off. Were you saving up or something?” “Two days” Kenny rasped, trying to catch his breath. “Christ, it must be a family curse . . . . Kenny makes even more cum than RJ does! Kayla exclaimed. Kayla looked back at Candy. “Candy you are a mess, why don’t you and Kenny go for a swim and wash all the muck off yourselves? Then you two can sit and talk for a while. Give me at least 30 minutes before you come back to the boat . . . RJ and I have something we need to take care of” Kayla said with a grin. Candy held Kenny’s hand and they dove into the pond as Kayla had suggested. “Come on stud” Kayla said to RJ, “try not to trip and break that bonner on the way to the boat. Christ I don’t know what is wrong with me, it’s only been two days since we had sex, and I am more horny than I’ve ever been in my life” Kayla exclaimed. By the time Kayla got to the boat her honey-pot was literally dripping girl lube. She was on fire and could not wait any longer to be sated. As soon as she was on board, she assumed a wide stance, bent at the waist over the back of the lounge and told RJ ‘Just put it in . . . fuck the shit out of me Bro.” RJ stepped up behind his sister, grabbed her hips, placed his engorged cock at the entrance to her womanhood and sank his entire 9 inch length in her well lubed channel, right up to the hilt, bottoming his public bone against his sister’s outer lips. Kayla let out an audible ‘oomph’ as RJ hit bottom. Back at the waterfall and pond, Candy and Kenny swam and played for a few minutes. The two naked teens got out and walked up to the blanket. Candy noticed large gobs of her brother’s cum on the blanket and carefully folded it so they would not sit in it. The two lay side by side for a while, gazing in each other’s eyes. “Kenny, there’s something I want to ask you” Candy said. “Shoot” was his reply. “You know earlier when Kayla was questioning us, and she remarked about RJ stealing her panties and jacking-off in them?” “Yes . . . “ her brother replied cautiously. “Well as she told the story, I noticed that you blushed, beet-red.” “No I didn’t” was his reply. “YES . . .you did” Candy corrected, “and I think I might know why. Kenny, over the past few months I’ve had a number of pair of panties go missing. I swear I thought that the washing machine must be eating them. But now I wonder if a certain brother of mine might not have been taking them to pleasure himself with?” As Candy said this, her brother again turned beet-red. “It’s true, isn’t it? I can see it in your face” Candy said. “Sorry” Was all her chagrinned brother could say. “So were you jacking off in them” Candy asked, already knowing the answer. “Yes” her brother said, almost in a whisper. “I don’t get it . . . . I mean what’s the attraction. Why do boys do that?” “It’s the smell of your pussy” Kenny said honestly. “My pussy has a ‘smell’ . . . “ Candy was not sure this was a good thing. “Poor choice of words” Kenny said, “it your girl-scent” he explained. “When I smell that scent, it makes me crazy horny.” Sorry sis he said still chagrinned. “Don’t be sorry – I guess I should be flattered.” As Candy said this, Kenny smiled at his younger sibling. “But Kenny, what did you do with all those panties” Candy asked out of curiosity. “”I threw them away” he said matter-of-factly. “YOU DID WHAT?” Candy said with agitation. “Why on earth would you toss them?” The girl said not understanding. “I guess I was afraid of getting caught” he said with genuine embarrassment, “You know if you saw the stains.” Candy was miffed but thought for a moment. “Well I’ll tell you what, when we get home you are gonna take me to Victoria’s Secret, and buy me new panties . . . and sexy ones too. Deal?” “Sure, as long as you model them for me” Kenny said with a mischievous grin. Candy thumped his bicep with a half-hearted punch and said, “I hope you enjoyed this afternoon . . . I know I did.” “Are you kidding? It was great. But . . . “ Kenny hesitated, “I didn’t do anything for you” he said, and then wished he hadn’t said that. “Don’t worry about that . . . I really enjoyed making you feel good” Candy said with her usual smile. “Do you think we’ve given them enough time” Candy asked, referring to RJ and Kayla. “I don’t know, how long do they usually fuck” Kenny said with a smirk. Candy really did punch his bicep now. “Don’t be crude . . . I’m sure they just wanted to talk!” “Yea, right!” Kenny decided not to debate this any longer, and they got up, slipped their clothes back on and headed for the boat. 15 minutes later they arrived back at the boat and Candy saw Kayla swimming alone just forward of the boat. Kenny proceeded to get on the boat and asked his sister if she needed anything to drink. Candy declined saying that she wanted to talk to Kayla for a minute. Candy stripped out of her clothes and waded into the warm water to join Kayla. “Where’s RJ” Candy asked her cousin. “Snoozing. Guys have this chemical that is secreted when they have sex, and they tend to take a nap, while us girls are wide awake afterwards!” What are you doing out here by yourself” Candy asked. “”Trying to wash about a gallon of cum out of my pussy” the girls said with a wide, wide grin. Candy came up to Kayla and put her arms around her older cousin’s neck. “Thanks for everything and for teaching me Kayla” Candy said, and then softly kissed the older girl. The two exchanged a long kiss with tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouth. “Any time, so long as you’re always going to thank me like that” Kayla grinned at Candy. “Kayla, I need to ask you something” Candy said softly. “Sure, anything” Kayla said, “you know that.” “Kayla, I want to be like you and RJ. I want to give my virginity to Kenny” the young girl said, “but I don’t know how to go about it . . . I mean the right way.” “Are you sure . . . it’s a big step and there is no rush you know?” Kayla wanted to know that Candy had thought this out. “I’ve never been more sure of anything” Candy said. “Have you told Kenny what you want yet?” “No” candy said in a low whisper, “I’m afraid to tell him!” Chapter 15 of 35 [Revised] Both girls dried themselves, wrapped towels around their torsos and joined the boys on the boat. The late afternoon sun had ducked beyond the mountain, providing some much needed relief from the heat. Kayla and Candy went aft to shower. The two teen girls showered together, not being particularly careful to fully close the errant Curtin. The girls had told the boys not to peek with a mock seriousness. The girls washed each other’s hair and soapy hands washed each other’s bodies as well. As they rinsed Candy instinctively bent down and sucked on her cousin’s erect right nipple and kneaded Kayla’s left breast. Kayla’s nipple reacted to the stimulation and stood up a full half-inch into her cousins sucking mouth. “Gurl, you have to stop that” Kayla said, pushing Candy from her breast with an audible sucking sound. “You are going to get me all horny and worked up again, if you keep that up” Kayla said and lightly kissed her cousin. “What’s wrong with that” Candy said as the two naked teens held each other in a slight embrace. “Maybe later we’ll give the boys a show” Kayla grinned. “Right now we better get a move on and feed them!” “Good, we can take care of my ‘lesbian tendencies’ later then” Candy laughed as she ran her hand down over her cousin’s hairless slit. The girls dressed in gym shorts and nice crop-tops. They did their hair and makeup and wanted to look the best for their guys. Kayla decided to let her long wavy strawberry locks flow over her shoulders, while Candy pulled her blond mane into a familiar pony-tail and tied a pink ribbon around it. The girl put the finishing touches on matching pink lipstick and commented to Kayla that she wasn’t sure how long the lipstick would stay on! When the boys saw how nice the girls looked, they complimented them and then one-by-one each boy showered and dressed in shorts and a short sleeve shirt. RJ wore khaki shorts and a button down shirt, while Kenny wore a Hawaiian print shirt, opened slightly down the front which showed off his massive chest. The girls set about preparing Sloppy Joes for dinner and Candy found the fries and quickly cooked them on the gas stove in the Galley. Candy also found individually bagged dinner salads in the cooler and prepared four bowels for the salad, dicing up some oranges and apples to put in the salad also. Kayla opened a bag of dinner rolls and decided they would just eat them cold. The boys had been busy setting up the table forward in the boat, and setting the places for dinner. When Kayla and Candy emerged from the galley with the food, they found a table cloth on the table, and two citronella candles adorning the place settings. The four teens sat and prepared to eat. As the last rays of dusk fell over the boat, RJ sat staring at the two girls. Kayla saw him staring and said “WHAT?” “I was just thinking how beautiful you two girls are, and how luck Kenny and I are to have you” RJ said. Kenny chimed in and said “Amen, brother” as he reached for the bottle of Merlot Kayla had placed on the table. Both girls smiled slightly to themselves. Kenny started to pour the Merlot for the four of them and when he poured Candy’s she held her hand out to signal to stop when her glass was half full. “I want to keep a clear head tonight” Candy remarked. “I don’t know, I thought you were kind of funny after three glasses of wine” RJ remarked, and received a slight kick under the table from Kayla who gave him a dirty look. The four ate and chatted all agreeing how much fun they were having. After dinner Kenny asked if anyone else wanted more wine. Kayla and RJ held out their glasses, but Candy said meekly “only half a glass for me, please.” The girls cleaned up and did dishes together while the boys put away the table, table cloth and moved the candles to the side rails. The Citronella was doing a good job of keeping the mosquitoes at bay. Candy was uncharacteristically quiet while she dried the dishes. “”What’s on your mind Candy? I can see the gears turning” Kayla said. “Oh nothing” was her unbelievable reply. “Trying to figure out what you should do?” Kayla asked, and then added “I told you there is no need to rush into anything. It’s a big step . . .and if you’re not ready . . .” she just let it hang. Candy turned to Kayla, “I’m just worried that if I tell him how bad I want him . . . and how long I’ve wanted to do this with him . . . he’ll think I’m some kind of slut and won’t want me around anymore!” Kayla took her cousin’s hands in her own, “Candy, that isn’t gonna happen. But if you are serious about this, you two need to talk about some things.” The girls came back forward and Kayla asked RJ if there was enough wood for another fire on the beach. RJ assured them that if there wasn’t, he and Kenny would scour some up and they both went to shore to prepare. The girls grabbed blankets, glasses and the rest of the Merlot and waded through the thigh-deep water across to the shore where the boys were busily starting the fire. Once the sun went down a million stars came out and the sounds of the night echoed across the water. The frogs were singing loudly tonight and Candy watched the fireflies dance over the weeds up the shore line from them. Both Kayla and Candy lay their heads in their brother’s laps and stared upwards at the heavens. “It’s so beautiful” Kayla whispered, staring at the heavens. “YOU are so beautiful” RJ said, smiling down at his sister. She raised her head and he bent down and they softly kissed. Kenny brushed the loose hair out of his sister’s face, and smiled down at her. “A penny for your thoughts, l’il bit” he said to his little sister. “Oh – nothing, I’m just staring at the stars” she lied. Inside she was in turmoil. “Candy, talk about a bad poker face” Kayla remarked without raising her head off RJ’s lap. “Everyone can sense you are uptight – so why not talk to him” Kayla said. “Talk to me about what l’il bit . . . what’s the matter” Kenny wanted to know. But his sister remained mute. Kayla couldn’t take the drama any longer, which she considered unnecessary anyway. “She wants you to be the one” Kayla said to Kenny. “The one what” Kenny asked confused. “God you jocks are dense” Kayla fired back. “You know, THE one . . .her first . . she wants you to take her cherry” Kayla said to Candy’s stunned brother. Kenny looked down at Candy and saw that tears streamed down her cheeks. “Why are you crying sweetie” Kenny said as he brushed her cheek softly. “I couldn’t tell you . . . because I don’t want you to hate me . . . or think I am weird . . . but Kayla has a big mouth” the 14 year old blubbered. Kenny picked the girl up in his arms and kissed away the tears from her cheeks. “Candy, I could NEVER hate you” Kenny’s said. He looked in her eyes and then kissed her full on the lips. Candy felt warmth spread through her that ignited a passion and she returned Kenny’s kiss with all her might. As the two came up for air RJ said to his male counterpart, “OK, now tell her how long YOU’VE wanted to get in HER pants!” Kayla smacked his arm and said “God you’re romantic!” Candy looked up at her brother’s face. “Is that true . . . how long,” she questioned. “Since you were 12” Kenny said with a grin. “Oh my God” Candy exclaimed, “I’ve wanted to do it with you since I was 11!” “Ok you two, now it’s time to listen to Cousin Kayla” the older girl said. “I told Candy that she needed to talk about a lot of things with you Kenny . . . practical things” Kayla punctuated. “She didn’t so I’m gonna say some things that need to be said” Kayla concluded. Candy now sat up with her back to her brother and his arms encircled her in a bear hug. Candy looked at her older cousin expectantly. “Candy,” Kayla started “what are some concerns you have about having sex?” “Ummm, I don’t know. I guess I worry that I don’t know what to do. And that Kenny may not like doing it with me” Candy stammered. “And I guess I worry about the mess the first time.” “OK” Kayla said “What are some of your concerns Kenny?” “I’m worried that I’ll hurt her and then she may hate me afterwards. Or that she’ll think later that it was wrong to do this with her brother. I guess I worry that I may not please her in the sex department. I guess I worry about what happens if mom and dad find out. And I guess I’m worried that I’ll get her pregnant” Kenny concluded. “Bingo” Kayla snapped her fingers, “Kenny you get an A-. Candy, you know once you start having sex, pregnancy is a very real possibility. How would you feel about carrying Kenny’s child” Kayla gave Candy a look that bored into her soul. “I’d love having Kenny’s baby in me. But I’d like to wait until I get out of high school . . . . if I can” the girl said softly. “Well you two need to be responsible sexually” Kayla said, and we’ll tell you later how we approach the problem. “Kenny” Kayla said addressing him directly, “How many other girls have you fucked?” “I don’t see . . . “ Kenny started to say, but was cut off by Kayla. “How many” she asked more forcefully. “Three” he said simply “Three? Really?” Candy said lightly as she looked up at her brother. She hadn’t considered that she wouldn’t be his first also. “Here is why that is important you two” Kayla said. “Kenny, I’m gonna guess that at least 1 of these other girls fucked her way through the whole varsity football team . . . and all you guys thought it would be great to share this information with each other . . .and she dated from one to the next of you?” “How could you have known that?” Kenny started to ask . . “There’s always some tart that wants to fuck the entire football team . . .we have one at our school, and so far she’s nailed them all, except RJ” Kayla said. “what about the other two, were either of them virgins?” “One said she was . . . but afterwards I didn’t think so. I think she just said that so I wouldn’t think she slept around and the third girl had had a lot of boyfriends and I know she had a lot of sex” Kenny finished. “And of course you wore rubbers when you had sex with each one of them?” Kayla got to the root of the matter now. “So, there is an excellent possibility that you have an STD then” Kayla struck the blow. “I . . . I . . . I don’t think so” Kenny stammered and Candy looked uncomfortable. “But the truth is, you can’t be sure! Yet neither of you voiced STDs as a concern when I asked you. Candy” Kayla said turning towards her, “this is why I told you not to get Kenny’s semen in your mouth last night. Girls think they can just get STDs from fucking a guy . . .but that isn’t true.” As Kayla explained this, Kenny was starting to squirm. “Candy, Kenny” Kayla said in a softened tone, “Look, there are a lot of advantages to having sex with your brother or sister; First is the availability. You guys don’t have to find a place, or do it in the back seat of a car . . . although RJ still likes it that way. And you can do it frequently. Second, as long as you guys are monogamous with each other you can be sure that your brother or sister is free of any diseases . . . which you can’t say if you date around with guys” Kayla said and looked directly into Candy’s eyes. Kayla continued, “and there is the fact that you already know so much about each other. Dating is full of surprises, most of them upsetting. Spending your nights with someone that you know very well . . .what they like . . what they hate . . . well it is a huge advantage.” Kayla stood up and said “Wait here” to her cousins. Kayla quickly waded back to the boat, went to the Galley and reached up on the top shelf. When Kayla returned to the group on shore, she sat down in front of RJ, leaning on his chest, she said “Tell you what you’re going to do.” Kayla handed the gold box to Candy. Candy blushed when she saw they were condoms. Then she read the note out loud; “Open In Case Of Emergency, Love Mom” she said. “Your mom gave you these” Candy wanted to know. “Not really” Kayla replied, “she stuck them in one of the bins, knowing I’d find them. At first I couldn’t figure it out as she had sworn us to ‘no displays of affection’ in front of you two. So either she figured that I’d fuck Kenny . . . . or she thought RJ might have a go at you,” she smiled at Candy. “Maybe she just put the condoms in for you guys to use” Candy said, motioning towards RJ and Kayla. “No, I’m on the pill and RJ and I only use rubbers when I’m ovulating . . .and mom knows I just finished my period” Kayla said. “No, I’m pretty sure she figured that you two might discover sex while at the lake . . . and if she thought that, she got the information from your mom, as they discuss everything!” Candy thought for a moment and turned to Kenny, “I think mom might of found out you were stealing my panties and jacking off in them Kenny” Candy said. “You too” Kayla expounded looking at a crimson Kenny, “what is it with you guys and panties?” “Regardless” Kayla again took control, “it’s pretty obvious you two are gonna start fucking . . . I’m just not sure when. So here are the rules; Kenny, as soon as we get back, you are going to be tested for STDs including Chlamydia, HPV, and other nasty’s. Candy, as soon as we get back, you are going to talk to your mom about getting on the pill. Both of you will ensure that any time Kenny’s cock goes in that cute little snatch of yours, there is a condom on it! . . . At least until Candy’s birth control pills kick in! Oh, and until Kenny get’s a clean bill, no cuming in her mouth, Kenny and no swallowing, Candy – got it you two?” Candy surged into Kayla’s arms and hugged her while she started to cry. “Oh, you are just the best girlfriend I ever had.” Kayla kissed her on the forehead and tried to breathe while in the bear hug. Chapter 16 of 35 [Revised] Candy looked up into Kayla’s eyes and pressed her lips to the older girl’s. The two girls cocked their heads and began to kiss in earnest. While their lips remained locked Kayla ran her hand up under Candy’s shirt and found that once again she wore no bra. Kayla rubbed the younger girl’s nipples and elicited a long sigh. Kayla pushed the girl back onto the blanket and frantically worked at unzipping her shorts. As Kayla released the zipper on Candy’s shorts she slipped her hand down her cousin’s shorts and cupped the young girl’s sex through her panties. Candy spread her legs wide, causing the gusset of her panties to bridge across her crotch. Kayla felt the material of Candy’s panties getting damp by the second. Kayla snaked her finger under the elastic of Candy’s sodden panties and started rubbing the girl’s outer lips and circling her clit. While they continued kissing Candy whimpered into Kayla’s mouth and her hips started hunching uncontrollably while Kayla plunged her finger in and out of the 14 year old’s slick channel. “Oh Kayla” the youngster moaned, “let me lick your snatch” the hyper-excited teen begged her cousin. “I’ve got a better idea” Kayla said, let’s all get back to the boat. As the two girls climbed on board, Candy attacked Kayla pushing her back onto the Lounge and trying to get her shorts off. Kayla rolled on top of Candy, pushed her unzipped shorts down and started fingering the younger girl once more. Candy was starting to get out of control under the ministrations by her cousin. “Make me cum” she begged Kayla. Kayla looked at Kenny and saw his pants tented way out. “Candy, you’ve been ignoring Kenny and I think he’d like to talk with you” Kayla said to the girl. Candy looked at Kenny and said “Sorry. I was being multi-sexual” Candy said, making fun of herself for misusing the phrase the night before when she’d drunk too much. Candy got up, now wearing only pale flowered panties and her crop-top. She took Kenny’s hand pulling him toward the sun deck back behind the Galley enclosure. Kayla grabbed RJs hand and pulled him down on top of her on the lounge. As he fell on her, she felt his rock hard cock pressing into her. “Did you like the show RJ” Kayla whispered in his ear. “Oh yea” RJ replied, “but I’d of liked it better if you had gotten her off!” “Pervert” Kayla said to her brother as the two of them started making out. RJ had Kayla’s blouse off and was fumbling with her bra snap when they heard Candy’s voice behind them. “Kayla” Candy said in a loud forced whisper. “I need your help”. “RJ I need to borrow your sister” Candy said again whispering. As Kayla turned to look and RJ spun around, there stood Candy in her panties, but nude from the waist up. Candy grabbed Kayla’s hand and started pulling her to the rear of the boat. As they entered the Galley door to the enclosure, Candy turned to RJ and said “RJ, please stay here. Sorry.” Inside the Galley Candy said to her cousin, “I need you to help me . . . I want you there when I lose my virginity . . . please?” “Candy, I’m not sure what I can do to help you” Kayla said. “Just hold my hand . . .tell me what I’m supposed to do . . . I’m kind of scared” Candy ran on. As Candy dragged Kayla to the rear sun deck, Kayla saw Kenny laying there with a huge erection. “Kayla, I don’t know how to put a condom on a guy, and I want to do it for Kenny” Candy said. Kayla opened one of the condom packets and handed it to her younger cousin. Kayla explained to Candy how to do it and Candy carefully unrolled the latex sheath onto her brother, being careful to leave the tip hanging lose as Kayla told her this was important. Kayla grabbed a beach towel, folded it, and placed it on the sun deck. “Candy lay down with your butt on the towel . . . and loose those panties if you’re seriously going to do this.” Candy slid the panties down and plopped onto the sun deck, while Kenny stood there watching. “I have an idea that may help you” Kayla said to Candy. “And Kenny” she said turning to him, “Candy may be uncomfortable and tell you to pull out . . . no matter what, do not remove your penis once you start –got it?” Kenny just nodded. “Kenny, get between Candy’s legs and Candy spread those thighs as far as you can.” Both did as they were told. Kenny supported himself on his outstretched arms. Candy’s slit oozed girl-nectar in anticipation. Kayla took hold of Kenny’s condom-clad cock and touched it gently to the widely stretched lips of the young girl’s cunt. “Kenny, do not thrust into her, until I tell you” Kayla said. Kayla knew how sensitive Candy’s clit was, having brought her to orgasm through her jeans in the car. Kayla began to rub Kenny’s ample cock head up and down Candy’s slit, smearing the girl juice all about her gaping love tunnel and all over the rubber. Candy’s hips began to buck as she became more aroused and was grunting each time Kenny’s cock-head bumped into her clit. Candy was moaning and starting to whimper. Kayla redoubled her effort pushing Kenny’s cock hard against the young girl’s engorged clit and swirling it about. Suddenly Candy went rigid and cried out with a massive orgasm pushing her over the edge. At this instant, Kayla put Kenny’s cock head at the entrance of Candy’s love-tunnel and said forcefully to him – “Push, HARD.” Kenny thrust forward and forced about 2 inches of his monster into his sister. Encountering resistance he instantly shoved harder and the resistance snapped and about half his 9 inch penis lodged into his sister. As this happened, Candy went crazy and started to scream and cry. “Get it out . . . . get it out of me Kenny . . . . it burns like crazy” Candy was crying and trying to push her brother off of her. Kenny panicked and started to back his man-tool out of her vagina. Kayla caught the movement and put her hand on his butt, and pushed hard. “Stop” Kayla shouted at him. “Just hold still!” Candy cried and whined about it hurting like crazy. “Candy, just look in my eyes” Kayla said. “It will start to feel better in a couple of minutes.” “No, it’s too big” the girl whined. Kenny had tears in his eyes as he was hurting his little sister, whom he loved dearly. Kayla squeezed her hand and Candy looked into her cousins eyes. “Just try to relax” Kayla said to Candy. Kenny held stock still for what seemed like an eternity. Every fiber of his body wanted to ram the rest of his cock into this warm, tight, receptacle. After a few minutes, Candy stopped hurting, although she could feel a trickle of blood running down her butt cheek. While the pain was gone, the feeling of being very full was still there. Candy felt new warmth spreading through her tummy. After another minute or two, Candy shifted slightly and tentatively thrust her pelvis up. While she probably only moved a quarter inch on Kenny’s engorged member, the sensation was overwhelming. Kenny’s younger sister thrust again, moving outward, and then pushing more of her brother in. As she did so she let out a satisfied hum. Kenny, sensing his sister was OK now, tentatively started to move his hips inward, lodging more of himself into her. Candy was starting to say incoherent things as Kenny worked to impale the entire 9 inches of his manhood into his sister. Candy pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him madly and he humped into her. Kayla released her cousin’s hand, and said softly “have fun kids” as she turned to leave. As Kayla ducked into the Galley enclosure she literally bumped into RJ. “What are you doing, Candy didn’t want you to watch you know?” “Sorry” RJ said, “but I just had to see.” “Come on, you horn dog” Kayla said to RJ “I need you to fuck me bad” she said as she gripped his obvious hard-on and led him to the forward lounge. Chapter 17 of 35 [Revised] Kayla and RJ almost ripped off their clothes and RJ pushed his sister down on the Lounge. He gazed in her eyes and started sucking on her engorged nipples. Kayla let out an audible moan as she felt the suction on her sensitive tits. “Did you like seeing Candy loose her cherry, RJ” Kayla asked as RJ sucked on her and thrust a finger into her sloppy-wet pussy. “Yea it was hot, K” RJ said. “She really seemed to be hurting though.” “Well, both you and Kenny are far bigger than the average teen male. Once her vagina gets used to the size, she’ll be fine” Kayla said. “I’ll bet you wish it had been you that got to take her cherry” Kayla said baiting her brother. RJ stopped what he was doing and looked in his sister’s eyes. “Kayla, you know that I only have eyes . . . and a cock . . . for you alone” RJ said earnestly. “Yea right!”. As Kayla said this, RJ started a ‘come hither’ motion with his middle finger and hit his sister’s ‘G Spot’. The moment he manipulated the fleshy mound within her special channel, Kayla let out a loud squeal as he whole body vibrated. “RJ quit teasing and fuck me as hard as you can. I’m not gonna last very long . . . and don’t hold back, I want you to fill me with your baby-juice” Kayla panted, starting to lose control. While RJ pounded Kayla with his rock hard cock as hard as he had ever fucked her, in the background they heard various grunts and Candy cry out in what sounded like ecstasy. The events of the evening had gotten Kayla so worked up, that she would have fucked a door-knob if RJ hadn’t been available. Kayla loved it when RJ pounded her with all his might and as she swung her legs up into the air, the ample head of RJ’s manhood would smash into her cervix. As RJ pushed into the teen girl’s cervix, this sent Kayla over the edge! “Oh my God . . . Oh my God” Kayla panted. “God Yes RJ, fill me up” she cried. Kayla locked her ankles around RJ’s back and humped her pelvis up harder to get as much of his manhood to penetrate her spongy cervix as possible. As the head of his cock pushed into his sister’s womb, he started to spew his heated sperm into her. Kayla felt the heat of the ejaculate splashing within her insides, and went crazy becoming so rigid that RJ thought she would break his back. After a few minutes of both teens gasping for breath, Kayla finally said “OH MY GOD RJ . . . that was such a hard cum you gave me. My head is still swimming” the girl rasped out. At the rear of the boat Kenny lay still coupled with his sister. Candy was pretty well out of it, but as she seemed to come back to reality, she started to cry softly. “What’s wrong l’il bit” Kenny asked with great concern. “Are you hurt, baby girl . . . am I hurting you?” Kenny was starting to freak out. Candy grabbed his face and brought her lips back to his. As she sobbed she managed to say “No you fool, I’m crying because I am so happy!” Candy had no idea sex would be this good. Even though it had hurt like hell at first, Kenny had slowly made love to her, and she had managed to have two orgasms. The first was earth shattering and she felt like her insides were being torn out. The second had been less intense, but went on, and on, and on . . . until her toes curled. Shortly after her second orgasm Kenny grunted and shoved into her as hard as he could. Candy had felt the waves of cum filling the rubber to overflowing deep within her. The two had collapsed and now Kenny was nuzzling her neck and whispered in her ear “God, I love you l’il bit.” Several minutes later Kayla had put her underwear and bra back on, and she staggered to the back of the boat and cautiously peered around the Galley enclosure. Kayla saw her cousins laying in each other’s arms and cuddling. Walking up to the sun deck, she tapped Kenny on the shoulder and said “Hey stud, why don’t you grab a bar of soap and wash in the lake. I’m gonna take my girlfriend here, and get her into the shower.” As Kayla led Candy to the shower she asked the girl softly, “Are you OK Candy?” “I’m Fine . . . just very sore” her cousin replied in a dreamy voice. “Yea, well you could have chosen a boy with a dinky-winky to lose your cherry too. But you chose a guy with a horse-cock, so yea, you’re gonna be sore” Kayla said. “But what I was really asking is if you’re OK with having lost your virginity, and done the deed with Kenny?” Candy thought for a brief moment and then replied “My only regret is that I waited so long . . . I should have jumped Kenny’s bod when I was 11 and first started thinking about it.” Kayla looked at her young cousin and said “man you are a mess. You bled like a stuck-pig.” Kayla got Candy into the shower, took off her own clothes and climbed in with her. Kayla took the hand-held shower-head and doused her cousin with it and washed the blood from her buttocks and groin. Kayla soaped both of them up and started to rinse herself, as a large glob of semen suddenly dropped from her shaved cunt onto the shower pan. Kayla stepped out and told Candy to stay under the hot water as long as she wished. Kayla dried herself and put on fresh panties and her football jersey she slept in. Candy took advantage and let the hot water stream over her body and then took that hand-held shower and pointed it at her vagina. The only impetus she had to get out was that after 15 minutes the water finally turned cold. Candy came and sat on the Lounge which Kayla had reclined into the wide double bed. RJ lay on one side snoring lightly. Candy slipped on her jersey but opted out of wearing panties, so the football jersey hung just barely below her crotch. Candy had another towel wrapped around her long blond hair and was patting it dry. Kayla looked at her watch and said “Wow, it’s only 8:45 in the evening. Hard to believe all that happened already tonight” she said referring to the fact that she herself had just received a real hammering in the sex department and of course Candy had just lost her virginity to her brother! Kenny had returned and donned a pair of shorts. He crawled onto the far side of the lounge and was out like a light in 2 minutes. Kayla brushed out Candy’s long blond hair and helped her dry it. As soon as they were through the two teen girls flopped down in the middle of the lounge-bed between their respective brothers. Kayla pulled a light weight blanket over the four teens now all laying together on the lounge. Candy snuggled face to face with Kayla and let out a contented sigh. In minutes her breathing had become shallow, indicating to Kayla that her cousin was also asleep. Kayla was lost in thought about how cool her cousins were, and about how differently this trip was turning out than she had feared. At first Kayla thought she was hearing things; it sounded like the low rumble of a boat engine. Then Kayla saw a very bright light, moving from side to side, coming up the creek toward their spot. When the boat was closer, its spot light eventually fell across the Pontoon Boat. It stopped and illuminated the Party Hut brightly for a second, and then the operator diverted it off of the boat. Kayla sat up and watched a 24 ½ foot Four Winns bow-rider crawl up the shallow creek. Its beefy inboard rumbled lowly while its outdrive clawed at the water just barely making idle. When the new boat was about 50 ft to their side, the operator cut the engine and allowed the boat to drift while a female voice carried across the water. “Ahoy there” the girl said, “Do you mind if we drop anchor and share your cove tonight?” The female on the other boat held a bright hand-held spotlight, which was still illuminated, but aimed away from the Pontoon Boat so as to not blind the inhabitants. Kayla could see the girl but not very well in the reflected light within the cockpit. Kayla could not see the Operator of the boat at all, as he was hidden in shadow. Kayla hollered back across the water “Sure, knock yourself out. We have two anchors out, one fore and one aft, but if you stay there you shouldn’t foul them.” “OK. Sorry to have disturbed you” the female voice from across the water said. “No problem” Kayla hollered back. “Everyone is asleep but me over here.” “OK, we’ll keep the party down then” the other voice responded. “Good night.” “G’Nite” Kayla responded. The searchlight was extinguished on the other boat and she heard a loud splash as the anchor was dropped into the cove from the Four Winns. Kayla could now see the subdued light emanating up from the cuddy cabin below the forward deck and two shadows moving around up on deck. She could not see well, but had the sense that the girl on the other boat had long, dark, hair. The second person on the other boat remained a mystery. Chapter 18 of 35 [Revised] Kayla awoke and looked at her watch. 3:00 AM she saw. ‘Shit’ she thought as she did not want to be awake. But she realized she had to pee ferociously. As she started to scoot down the lounge-bed in the middle she suddenly realized Candy and Kenny were no longer in the bed with her. ‘What the hell’ she thought as she padded toward the Head. She went into the Galley enclosure and went into the head compartment. As she sat there tinkling, she heard first the low groan, and then felt slight motion on the boat. She flushed the Head, and heard the groan again; she exited out the aft door from the enclosure, towards the sun deck. There before her she could see Candy laying on the sun deck on her back with her knees drawn up forming a large vee for her brother. And, she saw Kenny with his massive hard-on slowly sawing in and out of his sister. The girl’s long blond hair lay fanned out on the cushion and Kenny suspended himself above her by keeping his arms extended. Kayla watched as he slowly withdrew all 9 inches until the head of his cock exited the younger girl’s soppy hole. He paused with the tip push just slightly against her opening, and ever so slowly pushed the entire length back into the girl’s tight vagina until their public bones meshed. As he hit bottom, Candy would let out the subtle groan of pleasure. Kayla walked up to their side and poked Candy on the shoulder. “Candy . . . Really? Are you kidding? Aren’t you sore? What are you doing?” she said in a forced whisper, realizing there was now another boat 50 to 75 feet away. Candy turned her head towards her cousin and forced her eyes to focus. “yea . . .I’m a little sore . . . . but I woke up and I was way more horny than I was sore . . . so I woke Kenny up and asked him to do me again!” “Man, I can tell you’re a part of THIS family, Candy . . . any other girl wouldn’t want a cock in her for a week!” Then Kayla smacked Kenny on the arm, “and as for you stud, I can’t see in this light; do you have a rubber on the nasty cock of yours?” “Yes Maam, just the way you told us it had to be” Kenny grinned. “Well don’t be fucking all night, we are gonna move the boat up the lake in the morning, so get some sleep” Kayla admonished as she turned to leave. Kayla had gone back to bed and was having her own erotic dream when she thought she heard Candy cry out. She thought it must have been in her dream, and rolled over to go back to sleep. A short time later Candy crawled up into the middle of the bed, cuddled tightly to Kayla’s back, ran her hand up under her cousin’s night shirt and cupped her ample breast under the sleep-jersey. Chapter 19 of 35 [Revised] Kayla was up early and prepping the boat trying to get everything back in its place. The other three teens were still sleeping. RJ was being his usual sleepy-head self, and Kayla had no idea how late the newest lovers had stayed up last night doing their imitation of mating bunnies. Kayla started coffee and went about making scrambled eggs, bacon and hash brown potatoes. The moment RJ smelled the coffee he sprang from bed and wandered into the Head. Shortly behind him were Kenny and Candy. RJ walked up behind his sister in the Galley and hugged her around the waist and nuzzled her neck. “Know why I love you” he whispered. “NO, why” Kayla whispered back. “Because you make me coffee in the morning” RJ joked. Kayla turned around and swatted his ass, only to be encircled by his arms and drawn in against him. “Morning everyone” Kenny and Candy chimed. “Something smells delicious.” Just then RJ turned and saw for the first time that there was another boat not 4 or 5 boat-lengths off their Port side. “Where did they come from” RJ said to Kayla. “Oh they came in last night, while you all were asleep. I told them it was OK to anchor there.” As Kayla answered her brother, she saw that the boys were staring at the boat and her eyes followed their gaze. There in the cockpit of the Four Winns stood a stunning brunette who looked to be about 5’8” or 5’9” tall with her dark hair cascading down her back to about shoulder-blade height. She had olive skin. Beside her was a taller, ruggedly handsome guy who must have been approaching 6 ft. He too was dark haired and had a terrific physic. His skin also had an olive tone to it and Kayla noticed he had a dark stubble on his face. But it was not that these two were handsome that had drawn everyone’s attention. The girl appeared to be every bit of a ‘D’ cup and had on the world’s smallest bikini. Two triangles barely covered her nipples and her ample roundness flowed out the sides of the suit with abandon. While large, her boobs did not seem to droop, but were pushed together in the tiny suit forming a lovely cleavage. The bottom triangles appeared to be only slightly larger, barely covering her public area and showing off most of her butt-cheeks. While the guys ogled the female neighbor, the two teen girls noted immediately that the guy had dark hair but was cut neatly to collar length, and HE was cut. He had a six pack that would have put the late-night exercise infomercial guy to shame! But what really got the girls attention was that he had on only the tiniest of Speedo’s and his ample package was plainly on display. Had the girls been a few feet closer they could have told if this guy was circumcised or not! “Good morning. Something smells good” the raven haired beauty called across the water to the teens. Kayla hadn’t noticed the night before, but the dark haired girl had a distinctive accent. Italian, Kayla thought. Without hesitation Kayla responded “Good Morning. Why don’t you bring your boat alongside and join us for breakfast?” “Oh, we couldn’t intrude” the girl responded. “It was nice of you to share your anchorage last night.” “It’s no intrusion. Come over, we have lots of food and won’t take no for an answer” Kayla responded. The heard a discussion going on between the girl and her dark haired friend. Definitely Italian, Kayla thought to herself. “We are coming” the girl said in her deep accent and the boys just stared as the nearly naked neighbor pulled up the anchor so they could maneuver close to the Party Hut to tie off. “RJ, Kenny!” Kayla barked. “Stop staring at that girl’s tits and fold up the Lounge bed and stow everything. Kenny, you might want to put that box of rubbers away” Kayla said pointing at the carton that had been carelessly left beside the Lounge the night before. As the two stepped from the Four Winns onto the Party Hut the four teens introduced themselves. The dark beauty said “my name is Gina, and this is Carlo.” The male just about made the two teen females melt he was so handsome. Carlo was quiet but gave the two guys a firm handshake and said “Thank you for inviting us.” Kayla asked everyone to be seated and told them that breakfast would be ready in a minute. Kayla could not take her eyes off Carlo’s Speedos. It looked like he had a snake coiled up in there! Kayla noted that there was no distinctive ridge around the head of his cock like her brother’s. Kayla wondered what an uncircumcised boy’s cock would look like, as she’d never seen one before! RJ poured everyone coffee and fresh orange juice and then the six chatted over breakfast. After Kayla asked, Gina told her that she was 17 and that Carlo was 19. Gina asked if the four teens came here frequently and Kayla explained that they had come with their parents as younger children, but hadn’t been here in years. Kayla asked Gina and Carlo if they came here often. “Often? Yes. When the weather is hot, Carlo and I try to come every weekend . . . it is our little” she paused looking for the right word . . .”our little get away.” Gina went on to explain that ‘they lived near’ in her darling Italian accent. The boys were eyeing Carlo’s boat and he was proudly explaining that it had a large V-8 inboard/outboard in it and although 24 feet long it would do almost 60 miles an hour on the water! And in answer to the boys other question, ‘Yes, the boat belonged to Carlo’, although RJ and Kenny never thought to question how a 19 year old could afford to buy such an expensive boat. Kayla noted that the handsome Italian boy kept looking at Candy. Her light blond hair, fair complexion and green eyes made quite a contrast to the olive skinned hunk sitting opposite her. ‘Opposites” Kayla though . . . they’re supposed to ‘attract’ aren’t they? Kayla noted that Carlo kept glancing at Candy’s tits when he thought Gina would not catch him. As usual, Candy’s nipples stood at full attention. However, Kayla thought it odd the Italian boy would be interested in Candy’s ‘A’ cups with the voluptuous ‘D’ cup beauty sitting beside him. Gina explained to the girls that she was in fact Italian and had come over when she was 7 years old. She laughed and said that ‘she probably retained her accent so much, because her parents spoke only Italian to her’. While the 6 teens sat sipping their second cup of coffee Gina gazed out at the wide pool in which they were anchored. She said casually “We love it here . . . it’s one of our favorite spots on the lake. Did you know there is a small water fall further up the creek?” “Yes. We came here because RJ and I could remember the falls and the rope swing there” Kayla said pointing toward the tire swing hanging from the large oak tree. “Oh, but I see someone has finally fixed that old swing” Gina said in her accented English. “Yea, RJ and my brother replaced the rotted rope and re-did the swing when we first got here” Candy replied to the dark skinned beauty. “Have you been to the falls then” Gina asked. “Yes we were swimming there in the pool under the falls yesterday” Kayla responded. “I think there is something magic about that place, no?” The Italian girl asked looking at the two younger teen girls. “Yea . . . I saw some magic there yesterday” Kayla said, but the double-entendre was lost on the Italian girl. While the boys discussed boats and engines endlessly, the three girls cleared the table and went to the galley to clean up, wash dishes and put everything away. “So you leave this morning” Gina said to the other two. “Yes, we’re going to head up the lake and possibly go to Sand Point Marina tonight” Kayla said. “Sand Point is beautiful, no?” Gina said. “I think Carlo and I will go to the falls and swim today. Maybe we’ll stay here again tonight.” “I hope you’re not going swimming in that suit” Kayla said, motioning to the tiny string bikini the girl wore. “Why not” Gina asked, perplexed at the meaning of what Kayla had said. “Because, if that thing gets wet and it shrinks any, you are in big trouble” Kayla said with a toothy grin, causing Candy to chuckle. Gina got the joke and smiled. Her reply was simply, “I don’t swim in the bikini, so es not a problem.” Gina kind of left the sentence hanging. “I wear this suit because Carlo likes it” Gina added. “Yea, so do our brothers, just don’t ask them to stand up” Candy said, but Gina didn’t get her drift. Kayla noted that Gina said she was not going to swim in “the bikini’ not “this bikini” and was mulling over what the girl had really said . . . or meant. While they finished drying the dishes Candy, who had been uncharacteristically quiet for a long time, turned to Gina and said “Gina, may I ask you a question . . . a personal question?” “But of course Candy” the Italian beauty said. “Look, we’ll probably never see each other again . . . and I am dying to know . . . . we’ll my question is . . .do you sleep with your brother? You know, have sex with him” Candy blurted out. Kayla’s eyes flew open and the Italian girl looked taken aback. Looking at Kayla, Gina said “is she always so direct” motioning toward Candy. “Sometimes her mouth just blurts out whatever is running around inside that pretty little head of hers” Kayla replied giving Candy the ‘what the hell are you doing eyes’. “I never said Carlo was my brother, Candy. Why do you think this” the Italian girl said with confidence. “Well . . . genetics for one. You two have the same hair color, the same bone structure in your face, you’re both pretty tall, you pronounce some words with the same peculiar inflections and you have some of the same mannerisms in your body. If you hadn’t told us your age difference, I might have guessed you two were fraternal twins” Candy concluded. “OK” Gina said, “but how did you make this leap to ask if I was having sex with my brother” she wanted to know. “Well, I think your boat only has a small vee-birth under the forward deck . . .so you two either slept together, or one of you was on deck all night. And then there is the way you two are dressed . . . not much room for changing or modesty . . . so I got the impression you two are comfortable with each other’s bodies. Candy finished and just smiled at the Italian girl. There was a very long pregnant pause before Gina spoke. “OK, I will answer your questions if you answer one for me first” Gina said, looking from girl to girl. “Seems fair to me” Candy said, “shoot.” “Gina smiled slyly and said “Ok then, which one of you two girls was making the moaning sounds in the middle of the night, and then cried out in sexual ecstasy?” Without hesitation Kayla pointed over her shoulder with her thumb in the direction of Candy. “That would be little missy bunny-rabbit here that you heard last night . . . . out on the aft sun deck having sex with her brother!” Candy turned red at the revelation from her cousin but Gina formed a wide smile. “OK, yes Candy, Carlo is my brother. And yes we have sex together. In fact we have sex as often as we can. Our parents do not approve of our . . . . Unconventional relationship . . . so this causes much friction. Carlo and I try to get out onto the lake as much as possible for a little get away. If we are out for three nights, we can make love as much as we want and not get the parents riled up.” Candy looked at Kayla and said “So there are others like us?” “Us?” Gina said. She looked to Kayla and said “So you and RJ . . . also?” “RJ and I have been a couple for a long time. Candy and Kenny just got together” Kayla informed the third girl. They discussed their situations a little more between them and then rejoined the boys, who were still engaged in boating discussions. “Carlo, we must be going” Gina said, “these nice people need to get under way.” As Carlo stood up to leave he shook hands all around but purposely embraced both Kayla first, and then Candy. As Carlo embraced Candy he leaned in and whispered into her ear so that the others could not hear. Candy immediately turned bright red and gave Carlo a mock smack on his over-developed bicep. The two newcomers departed and stepped back on their boat. The four teens on the Party Hut heard Gina say something to Carlo in Italian. In just a moment he returned to the cockpit and handed Gina two cards. Gina handed them across to Kayla, who immediately read them. The first said ‘Sand Point Marina Boat Repair’. It had the address and telephone number on it, and Said Carlo Gianinni on it in bold print. The second card read ‘Sand Point Marina Restaurant’ and then said ‘Dinner Party Guest Pass’ “What are these” Kayla asked her new friend, not sure of the significance. “The first is Carlo’s Business Card” Gina replied. “Carlo owns Sand Point Boat Repair” she said. If you ever need anything at all for your boat, just come in and Carlo will take care of it. “The second card is for the restaurant at the Marina. Just present this card to the Hostess when you arrive and your dinner will be free for the four of you.” “Thank you but we can’t accept that. This is way too generous” Kayla said somewhat embarrassed. “Think nothing of it” Gina replied, “Our parents own Sand Point Marina” she said and laughed. “It was very nice to have gotten to know you all” Gina concluded. As she said this she leaned across the rail, gave Kayla a kiss on each cheek and said “Chao” as she pushed off. The two boys walked to the front of the Pontoon Boat and waived as Carlo and Gina crept away and pointed the Four Winns up the pond to a sandy beach area. The boys continued to ogle Gina’s sparsely clad ass in the micro bikini. Back aft, Kayla turned to Candy and asked “What did Carlo say to you when he kissed your cheek that caused you to blush so?” “He kissed my cheek and whispered ‘I see your boobies standing up for me. Maybe next time I get to see more of them, yes?’ “ Candy grinned and laughed. “When an Italian says that to you, in that delightful accent, it hardly seems like you’ve been propositioned at all” Candy grinned widely. ‘Sure makes a girl think about the possibilities though!” The four teens got under way and as the Party Hut turned to leave RJ blasted his horn in two short bursts to say goodbye to their new friends. The Party Hut slowly crept along on its way down the creek and back to the main body of the lake. Kayla looked at the two cards she held in her hand and said to the others; “Well, this has been one hell of a trip so far . . . I wonder what will happen next?” Chapter 20 of 35 [Revised Sunday was again hot as the four teens crawled up the lake on the pontoon boat. Candy had put on a pale yellow two piece suit that was actually better suited to her body than the one she wore the day before. The bra cups were slightly padded giving her breasts a more rounded look, but hiding her best attribute – the perpetually erect nipples. The bottoms were a high cut over the hips which accentuated her very cute and rounded ass. The yellow color went well with her long blond hair and green eyes. Kayla had switched to a flowered string-bikini. The suit didn’t cover much more of her body than the white one, but the boys would be disappointed as this suit did not become see-through when wet. Both girls had taken the time to brush-out each other’s hair. Because of the heat, they both decided on the ubiquitous pony-tail though, as it was just too warm to wear their hair down. The forward Biminis top was open while they motored so the girls were able to sun themselves. Each time one of them became too warm RJ would pull into a local cove and they would swim. All of them were starting to develop deep tans, which meant the girls were developing contrasting ‘tan-lines’ where they wore bikinis. Kayla voiced her concern about getting excessive tan lines and in no time Candy shucked off her top and walked seductively back to get the sun block out of the Galley. As she walked past RJ and Kenny she gave them a wide smile and locked bright green eyes with RJ. As she walked past, she held his eyes with her own. When she returned back to the front of the boat, sun block in hand, RJ said out loud “what the hell was that all about?” “I think it is fair to say that my sister has become more comfortable with being nude . . . or at least topless . . . in front of us” Kenny replied. When Candy returned to the forward lounge Kayla lay already topless, facing up. “Kayla would you like me to put some sun-block on you” Candy offered. “Sure, if you don’t mind” Kayla said and smiled at her cousin. Candy squeezed some of the cream onto her hands and sat down beside Kayla. Initially she started by rubbing the sun-block onto her cousins abdomen and up her sides. She squeezes more cream from the tube and rubbed it onto her neck and shoulders. She put still more of the lotion on her hands, rubbed the two hands together and looked down at Kayla with a crooked smile. “We can’t leave these lovely boobies to sunburn, now can we” Candy questioned as she placed her hands over each of Kayla’s breasts. She rubbed the sun-block down the sides of her cousin’s tits and all over the upper mound of the boobs. Then she took hold of the nipples and slowly stroked each nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “We can’t forget about these puffy nipples of yours and get them all burned” Candy said with a wide grin as she continued to slowly fondly Kayla’s ample mounds with their now erect nipples. Kayla shuddered. She looked up at Candy through eyes that were becoming glazed. “Aren’t you afraid of the boys seeing us” Kayla asked. “Naw, they already know I’m a lesbian” Candy smiled down at the girl. “I don’t think you can be a lesbian . . . as much as you wanted Kenny’s cock in you yesterday” Kayla replied. Candy watched her cousin’s eyes and could see that the breast-play was getting her excited. “OH that’s right, I’m a ‘multi-sexual’ not a lesbian” Candy said laughing and referring back to her gaff Friday evening. Kayla moaned loudly as Candy rolled her nipples and her hips started a slow rhythmic motion. “You are going to make me cum if you keep doing that baby” Kayla hissed at Candy. “Really? Promise you’ll cum for me?” “Yessssss” Kayla hissed. “Harder . . . . pinch my nipples harder” she purred Candy didn’t exactly pinch them harder, instead she cupped the mound of her cousin’s breast with her hand and as she squeezed the breast, allowed the nipple to slip between two of her fingers while lifting her hand upwards. The combination of Kayla’s nipples being both pulled outward and squeezed at the same time was driving her to ecstasy. Kayla was moaning louder now which had definitely gotten the boys attention. “So close . . . . Candy . . . I’m so close” Kayla whimpered. Cum for me gurl” Candy whispered back. “Cum all over my hands”. Candy twisted her cousin’s nipples even harder, afraid she might hurt the 15 year old. But Kayla just bucked her hips harder with the new effort and bit down on her lip. Kayla was now wild-eyed, desperately trying to gain sexual release. “Candy . . . . please . . . “ her cousin pleaded breathlessly. “Please what, baby” Candy whispered. “Please . . . . I . . need . ..” Kayla rasped out as Candy worked her large tits and nipples furiously. “I need . . . . touch . . . my . . . .pussy . . . “ Kayla managed to croak out. Candy released Kayla’s right breast while she kept working the left one. Reaching down between Kayla’s bucking hips, Candy quickly snaked a finger under the crotch of Kayla’s bikini bottom and thrust a finger in her swampy hole as far as it would go. She quickly worked it in and out of her cousin, concentrating on trying to hit her clit with her knuckle. Candy pinched down on the teen’s nipple and thrust her finger up Kayla’s cunt hard once more. Kayla cried out and thrust her pelvis up into Candy’s hand as hard as she could and became as rigid as stone. Her pelvis vibrated against the palm of the 14 year old’s hand. After a few seconds, which seemed like a lifetime to Kayla, she collapsed and Candy withdrew her finger from inside her cousin’s bathing suit. Candy bent down and Kayla kissed the younger girl passionately. Back aft, at the control console, RJ and Kenny sat slack-jawed after watching the girls. Kenny spoke first, still in disbelief; “God your sister is hot” he uttered to RJ “That’s odd” RJ replied, “I was just thinking about how hot YOUR sister is.” About that time Candy walked by the boys with a grin like a Cheshire Cat on her face. She said not a word however, as she walked by the boys and entered the Galley to wash her hands. After Candy went back forward things settled down and both girls sunbathed topless, although, this new situation did little to ease the hormones raging within their brothers. After about 30 minutes Kayla rolled over, put her bikini top back on, said “I need to go talk to RJ” and she got up and walked back aft. Candy was worried about sunburn on her fair-skinned breasts, so she also put her bikini top back on. As Kayla approached the two boys she tapped Kenny on the shoulder and said “Why don’t you go talk to your sister for a while . . . I need to talk to RJ” Kenny went forward and found his sister standing with her back to him and peering out at the beautiful scenery up the lake. He placed his arms around her waist from the rear and stood and looked out with her. As Kayla sat beside RJ she turned toward him. “RJ, are you mad at me?” “No, why would I be upset with you” he responded. “Because of what I did with Candy just a while ago” she said. “Kayla it’s certainly no secret that you like girls. You and Mary have been fooling around for years” RJ responded. “That’s different” Kayla said, “Mary and I were fooling around before you and I got together, and you knew about her, and you knew that she and I would continue after we became a couple. But you and I always told each other that if we ever wanted to have sex with someone else, we’d talk to each other first, before we did anything RJ, I am really sorry I didn’t talk to you about my desire to have sex with Candy . . . I apologize” Kayla concluded. RJ looked at his sister for a long minute. While it was true that they had sworn to each other that if either one of them every wanted to stray from their monogamous relationship, they would first discuss it with each other and get each other’s permission, RJ had always felt that in Kayla’s case that meant if she wanted to have sex with another guy! RJ hadn’t really considered her fooling around with another girl. As Kayla was bisexual, RJ just always assumed that she would be with other girls from time to time. Perhaps he was OK with other girls, as that posed no threat to him he reasoned. “Kayla, look you really don’t owe me an apology. After all you did it right in front of me. But if it makes you feel better, apology accepted. How about if I give you retroactive permission to fool around with Candy all that you want. My only stipulation is that if you two hook-up again, Kenny and I get to watch!” Kayla laughed and gave him a kiss. “RJ do try to not be such a pervert all the time” she joked. Then she looked in his eyes and said “You’re the best!” After a long minute Kayla asked “RJ, I’ve seen the way you look at Candy, and I’ve seen the way she flirts with you. RJ I think that maybe you’d like to sleep with Candy . . . “ and Kayla let the question linger open ended. “I think you are letting your imagination run away Kayla . . . I don’t look at Candy any special way” RJ defended himself. “Are you kidding” Kayla fired back, “I went to all the trouble to grow these nice ‘C’ cups for you, and you can’t take your eyes off of her perky little tits” Kayla said with a mock pout. “Kayla look, I am not dead, and I am not queer, you and Candy have run around half naked, or all the way naked, since we started the trip, so yea – I’m gonna look. But that doesn’t mean I want to do anything with her” RJ retorted. “All I’m saying is that I would understand if you wanted to sleep with her. Hell, she’s so damn cute that half the time I’m thinking about fucking you, and the other half the time I’m thinking about what it would be like to eat her pussy!” “Let’s just talk about the part where you want to fuck me” RJ said in order to defuse the conversation about him and Candy. Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he realized there was some level of truth in what his sister had just said. As he said this to Kayla, he leaned in and the two started to seriously make out. As was the norm when RJ and Kayla started foreplay with each other, it rapidly escalated and they could not get enough of each other. RJ was trying to keep one eye on steering the boat, and the other eye on Kayla’s bikin top which he was fumbling with to get off of his sister. Chapter 21 of 35 [Revised] RJ had throttled back the boat to a slow walk as he was having trouble concentrating on navigating and making out with his sister at the same time. Kayla had gotten supper heated in her lust and had taken control, as was often the case. The two teens in front were lost in their private world and not paying any attention to what was going on 15 feet behind them. Kenny still stood behind Candy with his arms around her and the two appeared to be gazing out the front of the boat. Candy had leaned back into Kenny’s chest and had her head resting on his shoulder. Kayla was not so far gone in her lust for her brother that she didn’t notice something peculiar with her cousins up front. Kenny stood still with his arms seemingly around Candy, but Kayla noticed his right arm was flexing and moving slightly. More curiously, Candy had her left leg out almost at 90 degrees and her foot was propped up on the Lounge cushion. Kenny seened to be rubbing her tummy . . . or perhaps somewhat lower. “Hey you two, what are you doing up there” Kayla called. From their position, Candy and Kenny couldn’t really turn their heads back to see Kayla and RJ clearly. Candy replied “Right now Kenny is finger fucking me through my bikini and playing with my tits!” “Turn around . . . we wanna see” Kayla said. “No way” Candy replied, we’re not gonna put on a show for you guys.” “If you turn around, you can watch RJ and me while we watch you” Kayla said. “Why, what are you guys doing back there” Candy asked, now curious. “Right now I’m sitting on RJ’s hard cock” was the response from her cousin. “You guys turn around so we can see you, and you can watch what we are doing back here” Kayla again said to the pair up forward. Candy and Kenny disengaged briefly and turned around. This meant that Kenny had to stop what he was doing and remove his finger from his sister’s now soaking wet hole. Candy turned around 180 degrees. In order to facilitate the fingering she was getting from her brother, she put her right foot up on the Lounge seat and held her leg at 90 degrees to her body. Kenny again stood behind her and ran his left hand up her torso and under the biking top, slowly massaging her breasts. His right hand snaked under the elastic of the bikini leg hole, found its target in the swampy confines and plunged back into her vagina. ”Hey not fair” Candy called to her cousins. “We can’t really see what you guys are doing when you are hidden behind the control station!” Kayla stood up and had Candy and Kenny been closer to the other couple they would have heard the audible ‘plop’ as the head of RJ’s cock pulled out of his sister’s tight pussy ring, allowing the air he had compressed within her womb to suddenly escape. Kayla’s bikini bottoms were around her ankles and she had to kick them off to move. RJ placed the boat in neutral, and then killed the engine, allowing the Party Hut to drift on the lake. RJ’s engorged penis stood out through the fly in his shorts to its almost 9” length. RJ unbuckled his shorts and allowed them to drop, after having his erection briefly tangled up in his shorts. Kayla and RJ moved over to the port-side rear lounger, so now they were directly facing their cousins on the forward lounge. With RJ seated now devoid of clothing, and his erection pointing straight up, Kayla straddled his legs, with her back to RJ, gripped his rigid cock, placed it at the entrance of her womanhood and slowly sat down forcing RJ’s entire length into her soaking wet love channel. Kayla moaned as RJ’s hard cock again invaded her tight pussy. She never got tired of the sublime feeling of RJs penis invading her depths. Candy and Kenny watched Kayla and RJ again start their coupling. Candy was taken aback at how erotic it was to watch RJ’s member slowly disappear into her girl-cousin’s cunny. Candy didn’t consciously realize how much watching was turning her on. Or, was it that she herself was being watched in such an intimate act that was driving her to a new and heightened sexual frenzy. It seemed almost impossible to fathom that such a short while ago she had never know the intimacy of a man, but now sex was all consuming. It was all just . . . so naughty!! Kenny was now running his finger in circles around Candy’s clit, and occasionally dipping his finger into her well lubricated love box. This action was driving Candy up the wall as she needed to cum so badly. Although Kayla could see the motion of Kenny’s hand moving under the material of his sister’s bikini bottoms, and his other hand rubbing both of her tits, she asked “how are you guys doing up there” as she slowly lifted and then descended again, using her leg muscles to piston RJ’s cock in and out of her hole. “Kenny’s playing with my clit and driving me crazy with wanting to cum” Candy responded, somewhat breathlessly. “Where is his cock” Kayla wanted to know. “Right now his hard-on is wedged between my butt-crack and his tummy” Candy replied. “But in about a minute I’m going to sit on him like you guys and get his cock in my little pussy.” True to her word, a couple of minutes later Candy reached up and pulled on both the side-ties of her bikini bottom, allowing the garment to drop to the floor between her legs. As she became fully exposed, RJ and Kayla could see the copious amount of pussy lube smeared about her outer lips of her naked pussy, and on Kenny’s fingers. Candy’s eyes were locked on RJ’s and his were on her. It was as if her eyes were asking ‘do you like what you see?’ Then Candy smiled openly at RJ. The gesture did not go unnoticed by Kayla who whispered to RJ, “God she is hot . . . no wonder you’d like to fuck her!” “Yes she is hot . . . . but I never said I’d like to fuck her Kayla!” “It’s OK RJ. . . I can understand why you would want to . . . hell anyone would want to, she is so beautiful. I’ll bet her pussy would be tighter on your cock than mine . . . I mean she is younger . . . and smaller . . . and hasn’t been fucked but a couple of times” Kayla pointed out. When Kayla started talking about how Candy’s cunt would feel to RJ, that was it. The mental picture did him in and he suddenly started slamming into Kayla’s cunt. Kayla caught his urgency and started slamming down as hard on him as he was driving upwards. Both knew it would be but a moment before that fell into sexual bliss. RJ had gotten totally out of control and Kayla knew it. Sensing he was close she said, “I’ll bet if you suck on her pointy little nipples while you fuck her tight cunt, you could really get her off RJ!” RJ felt the contractions and saw white stars in his eyes. He could not dislodge the thought of what it would be like to put his cock into his cousin. She was so beautiful and just so hot! “GOD DAMN IT Kayla” RJ said as his cock flowed large amounts of cum into his sister, “Why did you do that, I didn’t want to cum yet, and I haven’t given you your orgasm yet!” “It’s OK RJ. It was fun fantasizing about you fucking Candy and I enjoyed making you feel good this time. I know you’ll please me later” Kayla said. Kayla sat down on RJ, his cock still lodged in her, his semen oozing out around the seal between his cock and her hole, and his cock starting to become much softer. The two looked forward at their cousins and found that Kenny had taken his shorts off, sat down and rolled a condom onto his 9” monster. Candy emulated what she had seen Kayla do and grabbing Kenny’s erection, placed it at the entrance of her vagina and slowly started to push. Regardless of the large amount of lube she had disgorged, Kenny’s large cock-head had much difficulty pushing its way back past the elastic ring of his sister’s recently deflowered entrance. RJ and Kayla watched Kenny’s penis start to ascend into his sister’s recently invaded womanhood. As Candy pushed more and more downward onto his cock, the other two noted that lots of lube was being displaced around the rubber Kenny wore. “God she’s wet” Kayla said. “She certainly is” RJ answered, “maybe wetter than you get K” “I think that means she really likes to fuck” Kayla said with a huge smile. RJ was thinking about Candy constantly . . . in sexual terms, now that Kayla had planted the seed in his mind, but he said nothing more. Candy and Kenny had only been at it for about 5 minutes. However, Candy was already hyper-excited and she was very rapidly humping up and down on her brother’s large cock. She only could take about two-thirds of the monster into her womb in this sitting position, but she was riding that 6” for all se was worth. Kenny too was getting way too excited. Each time his sister would rapidly slide down his pole, giving off a satisfied grunt each time she became too full to take any more penis in her, he would fight the urge to let go and ejaculate. At about this instant Candy started over the abyss however, her hips became a blur riding her brother’s boy tool and she was chanting ‘Yes . . . yes .. oh fuck ….YES’ as she rode in a frenzy. This frenetic action was more than Kenny had the strength to hold-off on any longer. As Candy cried out and humped for all she was worth, Kenny suddenly reached around, rubbed her clit and thrust upwards with all his might, impaling the 14 year old girl on his entire 9” rod. Candy thought she was already in orgasm, but having her brother drive three more inches into her channel while stimulating her clit, caused her to see stars and scream out in ecstasy! Rope after rope of semen filled the condom and stretched it to its limit. Candy had collapsed and was sitting on Kenny’s manhood. It was probably for the best that his penis began to soften immediately as that prevented the rubber from breaking and eased some of the immense pressure Candy felt in her cunt. After regaining her breathing pattern, Candy stood up on wobbly legs, walked back to Kayla, grabbed her hand pulling her up and said “Shower.” As Kayla followed Candy she looked over her shoulder and said “you guys . . . in the lake . . . and wash off those sticky penises real good.” Chapter 22 of 35 [Revised] After the girls showered, and clean up in the lake for the boys, the four teens made a light lunch and headed back towards the marina at Sand Point. “Kayla, it will be about 3 o’clock when we get to the Marina and I really need a nap” RJ said. “Can you take the boat for a while?” Kayla slid behind the control console as RJ stood up and went to the aft sun lounge to nap. “I didn’t know that you knew how to run the boat” Candy said to her cousin. “Yep both RJ and I got the same USPS boat operations certification.” As Kayla advanced the throttle from the setting RJ had them at, she added “We’ll be fine as long as we don’t hit any of those submerged rocks!” She said this just to screw with Candy who was standing beside her watching. “OH dear” Candy said, having never thought about what would happen if they hit a rock under the water. “Relax” Kayla chuckled and tapped the Depth Finder on the dash. “This little baby here says were in a 100 feet of water . . . I was just messing with you!” Kenny went forward to lay down also and the girls chatted about how much fun they had so far on the trip, including all the sex. At 2:30 Kayla rounded the final bend and saw the opulent Marina complex laid out in front of her high on a hill. “Candy, please go back and wake RJ for me. I don’t know where I am supposed to dock this beast.” Candy went back and saw RJ lying on his back with his arm folded over his eyes to fend off the sun. He was lightly snoring. She shook his shoulder softly and said “RJ, wake up.” “MMmmmm . . . leave me sleep some more Kayla he said in a slur.” Candy didn’t know exactly what made her do it, but after looking over her shoulder to make sure she could not be observed, she bent down and kissed RJ deeply, sticking her tongue into his mouth while mashing his lisps. RJ instinctively put his arm around her neck, pulled her closer and kissed her back, still trying to rouse from slumber. Candy pulled back slightly and said “I’m not Kayla, but you need to get up as we are at the marina.” RJ awoke with a start hearing Candy’s voice and realizing it was her he had been kissing. RJ had been having an erotic dream about his 14 year old cousin, and could not seem to get her out of his minds, since Kayla had made the earlier comment about him wanting to get in Candy’s pants! RJ sat up quickly, said simply “Thanks” and went forward to assist Kayla. RJ didn’t know where to dock either so he picked up the microphone and turned on the VHF radio. “Sand Point Marina, Sand Point Marina, this is 30 foot Party Hut over.” A minute went bay with nothing but silence. “Party Hut, this is Sand Point Marina. Go ahead over.” “Sand Point this is 30 ft Party Hut. We are inbound at the break water. Can you give us directions to your fuel dock and advise how to get to your Courtesy dock, over.” The marina operator advised RJ where to get fuel and advised that the long straight dock on his Port side was the courtesy dock. The operator signed off with “Welcome to Sand Point Skipper. Sand Point out.” “RJ, I’d prefer that you dock the boat and Candy and I will put out the fenders and prepare the dock lines.” In short order RJ found the fuel dock and fueled the boat. He was quite surprised at how much fuel they had burned and decided that he needed to carry an extra 5 gallons in a jerry-can on the way back, as they would be motoring much more briskly on the way back down the lake tomorrow. When they approached the Courtesy Dock they found that it was extremely long, but had very few boats tied up. It was surprising that it wasn’t busier. They found a spot quite near the head of the dock, tied off and prepared to explore the Marina. First however, RJ sent text messages to his Father and Mother’s cell phones telling them they had been out of cell range the previous day, were now at San Point Marina, and all was OK. He ended by saying ‘having a blast – LOL – Love ya’ 5 minutes later Kayla’s cell phone rang and it was her mother. Kathy started out by saying that she was so worried when the kids hadn’t reported in on Saturday. “Mom, we went to that old inlet where the tire swing and water fall was. Remember from when we used to come up here as kids? Anyway, there was no cell service until we got here.” Kathy just said she was relieved and asked again if they were having fun. Kayla mentioned that they had met another teen couple who were really cool while at their anchorage. After chatting for a few more minutes Kayla heard her father in the background say “for God’s sake Kathy, let the kids have their fun and come back to the pool.” Kathy said goodbye saying “Got to go. Have fun and drive safely tomorrow.” The four spent the next couple of hours exploring the Marina and buying some things at the store. They all purchased Sand Point Marina tee shirts as a memento of their trip. They also had a passer-by take their picture in front of the Marina sign. Candy said that this trip would always remain in her mind as it had brought so many firsts and fond things. Kayla just laughed thinking ‘well most girls always remember where they were when they lost their virginity!’ Getting back to the courtesy dock, RJ instructed Kenny how to put up the privacy curtains all around the forward and aft sections of the boat. The girls pitched-in holding sections and snapping snaps in place. “Why are you doing this RJ” Kayla asked. “I just thought it would be good to have some additional privacy as there could be a lot of people walking past us on the Courtesy Dock” was his reply. The four decided that they would all go to dinner at the Marina Restaurant at about 7 PM and decided that they all needed to take a nap first. Three days in the sun and water . . . plus all the extracurricular activities had taken its toll on them. At 6 PM the alarm went off and Kayla and Candy jumped up. By the time RJ and Kenny regained consciousness, they saw the two girls getting ready to depart the boat. Each had a makeup bag and was carrying a dress over their shoulder on a hanger. “Where the heck are you two going” Kenny said, echoing what RJ was thinking. “And where did you get the dresses” RJ added on. Kayla turned to the fellows; “We’re going to the Ladies Room at the Marina. They have showers with plenty of hot water, electricity for our blow driers and lockers for our stuff. You two will find dress-slacks and sport shirts in the very bottom of your clothes bins wrapped in the dry cleaning plastic. Unfortunately we forgot to bring Sport Coats for you guys. Get cleaned up and meet us at 7 PM in the lobby of the restaurant. Don’t be late!” she admonished the two guys. As the girls left RJ muttered “it won’t be us that’s late – Kayla has never been on time in her life!” Chapter 23 of 35 [Revised] The girls loved taking a shower without fear of running out of hot water. The Ladies Room in the Marina was beautiful, complete not only with Showers and lockers, but dressing tables with makeup mirrors, proper lighting and was exceedingly clean. The girls could have stayed under the hot water for hours, but they only had an hour until they were to meet their men for dinner. After they showered, both girls, still wrapped in large towels started drying and taking care of each other’s long hair. Kayla’s dried fairly quickly under the blow dryer, but Candy’s blond mane took much more work as it was so long, and so thick. While they were primping and doing each other’s hair Kayla decided to broach a subject that was on her mind. “Candy, what do you think of RJ” she asked casually. “I think he’s very sweet . . . . and a real gentlemen . . . and very cute . . and I think you are very lucky to have him” Candy replied and then asked Kayla why she asked the question. “Well because my brother has a major crush on you . . . in case you hadn’t noticed. Also, I’ve noticed that you often are trading glances with him or smiling at him.” “Kayla, I think you are imagining things. RJ is YOUR boyfriend . . . and I told you before, I would never . . .EVER . . . do anything to hurt you. I’m certainly not trying to steal your boyfriend. Besides, are you forgetting that I have a relationship with MY brother now . . my own boyfriend?” “Jesus, don’t go all defensive on me. I’m not accusing you of anything. I was talking to RJ and told him that I thought he’d really like to get in your panties! Well he denied it, but only half-heatedly. When he does that I know that he is just trying to be careful not to hurt me . . but he doesn’t always tell me the truth . . . sometimes he says what he thinks I WANT to hear” Kayla explained. “Candy let me ask you a different question” Kayla said cautiously. “If the situation was right . . . and NO ONE was going to get hurt . . . would you make love with RJ?” “Geeze Kayla, I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it” Candy lied to her cousin. Since she had watched RJ making love to his sister earlier, she kept wondering what it would feel like to have his magnificent manhood buried within her. “Besides” Candy continued, “that’s a silly question as I can’t imagine that if I did that with RJ, neither you or Kenny wouldn’t feel hurt” Candy finished. “I was just wondering was all” Kayla said and let the conversation die. By 6:40 the girls were in their dresses with hair brushed, styled and in place. Kayla wore a wrap-around skirt that was above the knee and a white frilly blouse with high collar and pearl buttons down the front. Candy wore a ‘little black dress’ that came half way up her thigh and had spaghetti straps. The silky dress fit her tightly across the bodice, but flared at the hips, coming only half way down her thigh. Under the dress she had on a sexy black lace camisole. She wore her padded bra and it rounded out her boobs and made them look every bit of a ‘B’ cup. Both the bra and panties were a demure white and the panties were a sort of low-rise Boy Cut with layered ruffles. Kayla had finished her makeup and Candy said she looked like a million dollars. Candy had only put on some lipstick and was not planning on anything else, as her mother really didn’t like her wearing a lot of makeup at 14. Kayla looked at her younger cousin and said “We need to do a little more with your makeup.” “I don’t know – what did you have in mind” Candy said. “Just leave it to me” Kayla said as she spun her younger counterpart around to face her. Kayla started with eyeliner and the eyebrows, then very light eye shadow. She chose a pale shade with green in it to accentuate Candy’s eyes. Then she added a little Blush to accentuate her high cheek bones, different lipstick, lip liner and a light lip-gloss. “All done” Kayla said as she spun her cousin back toward the mirror. “What do you think?” Candy could not believe the girl staring back at her was herself. “I don’t know” She replied. Is it too much? What do you think?” “I think you look about 24” Kayla said with a huge grin. At 6:55 the two young women walked into the Restaurant lobby. The receptionist asked if they were “2 for dinner?” “No we’re waiting for two more” Candy said. “For our ‘Dates’” Kayla corrected. The two girls waited on the sofa in the lobby for the boys to arrive. Just then two twenty-something guys walked in and immediately smiled at the girls and said “hello.” The two guys were definitely hunks and both had collar length blond hair with deep tans. It appeared that they could have just walked off of a Southern California beach. “Would you ladies like to join us for a drink at the bar” one of the guys asked as he introduced himself and his partner. “NO thank you” Kayla responded, “our dates will be here any moment. But thanks for the offer.” “It is our loss” the hunk said to them. He handed Kayla a business card and told them that if they ever got up this way again, to be sure and call him. He said he’d be happy to show them around. The two departed and walked into the bar. At 7:00 o’clock the front door opened and Kenny came in followed by RJ. Both boys let their mouths drop open when they saw the beautiful girls. Kenny in particular could not believe that his 14 ½ year-old sister could be transformed into Cinderella. She took his breath away, with her long blond hair cascading down over the short black dress. RJ was also bowled over by the girls. Kayla looked magnificent with her strawberry hair down her back and the beautiful wave back in it after a day on the water. He noticed the frilly white blouse immediately as her breasts strained the front of it. The pearl buttons looked so delicate that he half expected her ample breasts to overtax the buttons and spring free at any second. Perhaps the best thing about the blouse was that it allowed just enough see-through that he could make out the outline of her Victoria’s Secret push up bra. RJs eyes turned to Candy and he had to fight the thoughts that were forming inside his head. She was drop dead gorgeous and her green eyes absolutely sparkled as she displayed her easy smile. He’d never seen her with makeup and the drastic change floored him. He felt a wave of lust for his cousin. The girls stood up to greet them. Each girl had a shoulder wrap draped over her arm and held a clutch-bag. The girls approached the boys and gave them each a peck on the cheek. “Right on time” Kayla said, “we’ll have to give you a prize,” and as she said this she had a knowing grin on her face. Now the boys wished that they had thought to bring dinner jackets on the trip as, while neatly dressed, the boys did not measure up to the beautiful women they escorted. Kayla reached in her clutch-bag and produced the card that Gina and Carlo had given them before they had gone their separate ways. Approaching the Hostess, a tall woman in her thirties, Kayla said “excuse me.” “Yes? All ready for dinner?” The hostess was attractive with dark hair. For the first time Kayla noted that she also had a slight Italian accent and wondered what her connection was with the new friends they had met yesterday. “We were given this card by some new friends and told to present it to you when we arrived. However, I’m not sure what it means” Kayla smiled at the Hostess. The Hostess took one look at the card and gushed; “Signor Evans . . . Signorina Evans, I’m so sorry I did not recognize you. Signor Carlo called in earlier today and told us you might be in for dinner . . . but he did not tell me you were movie stars” The woman said with a smile and a little laugh, glancing at the girls as she said this in her delightful Italian accent. “Right this way, your table is waiting” the Hostess said and picked up four menus and started to walk through the bar area. As the four followed the Hostess through the bar, Kayla and Candy saw the two blond hunks sitting at the bar holding drinks and made eye contact with them. Each of the hunks raised a finger while holding the glass and smiled, saying in essence a discrete ‘hello again.’ The Hostess took the four to the far rear of the restaurant where there was a single well cushioned leather booth complete with high back. Across the opening of the booth there was a velvet curtain on a high brass rod that could be closed to afford the occupants of the booth privacy, if they so wished. Opposite the booth was a large plate glass window that had shaded one-way protective film on it so that you could see out from inside, but those outside could not intrude on the diners. The window overlooked a gorgeous pool and deck where a dozen or so girls in very small Bikinis lounged with drinks . . . some with the obligatory hunk beside them, and some solo. The large booth was separated by some distance from the rest of the booths in the area with a large ornate desk, complete with a vase containing fresh Red roses and a large oil painting of an Italian village hung over the desk. As the two girls prepared to slide into the middle of the booth, Kayla noticed the sign on the stand in the middle of the table that said in Gold guilt letters, “Reserved.” “Oh dear, this table seems to be reserved” Kayla said without thinking it through. “Si Signorina” The hostess said smiling at the couples, “this table is reserved only for you.” The girls blushed slightly, and slid into the middle of the booth followed by their respective guys. The Hostess excused herself and said she’d be right back. “What in the world is going on” Kenny was the first to voice the question on everyone’s mind. “I don’t know” Kayla responded, “but apparently Gina and Carlo hooked us up!” “What I want to know” RJ said, “is who were those two guys in the bar giving you the eye and waiving at you two?” Kayla handed RJ the business card the two hunks had presented, RJ read it and promptly passed it to Kenny to read. “Those were just a couple of guys that tried to pick Candy and I up while we were waiting for you guys” Kayla explained with a mischievous smile. Kenny read the business card aloud; “Edwin A Foxworthy, Attorney at Law” he read. “Geese you’d think an attorney would be a little more concerned about statutory rape” he chuckled. “Are you kidding” RJ interrupted, “just look at these two . . . “ as RJ said this he caught Candy’s eye and smile, “those two guys probably took them for mid 20’s . . . no way they look their actual ages!” That comment elicited a smile and slight blush from each girl, both of whom gave their respective brothers a slight squeeze on his thigh for the compliment. At that moment the Hostess reappeared with a waiter in tow. “John will be your server tonight. John this is Signor and Signorina Evans and this is . . . “ the Hostess suddenly realized she didn’t know the name of the other couple. “Just call me Kenny and this is Candace” he said. Somehow calling the mature looking exotic beauty at his side ‘Candy’ just did not seem fitting. Signor and Signorina’s – very pleased to meet you all. Welcome to Sand Point Restaurant. We are very pleased to have you as our guests” the waiter said as the hostess drifted away. While a busboy filled their water glasses John asked if they would like wine with dinner. “Oh, but we’re . . . “ Candy started to say they weren’t old enough to drink at a restaurant. However, Kenny placed a hand on top of hers, interrupting her. “What this beautiful young lady was about to say was that we don’t know too much about the wines from this area. But, if you could recommend your favorite local wine, we’d certainly like to try it” Kenny smiled at the waiter. “But of course Signor . . “ The waiter suggested a light local wine that he felt would go with whatever the four wanted to eat. In a flash he returned with the selection and did the ‘wine tasting ritual’ with Kenny. “That’s wonderful John” Kenny said after breathing in the wine and taking a slight taste. “Thank you, this is a very good recommendation.” The waiter poured four glasses of wine and prepared to make his leave saying that he would return shortly. As he turned he said, almost as an afterthought, “Signor Evans, would you like me to close the curtain?” “No thank you John, the scenery is too beautiful to close it off just now” RJ replied. Candy’s eyes were the size of saucers at what had just transpired. “Kenny, are you sure we should be drinking in public” she asked in genuine concern. “Relax” Kenny said, I think there is more to our new friends Gina and Carlo then we realized. “I am pretty sure, boys and girls, that we have been seated at the Owners Table! I just can’t imagine what you two girls said to Gina to make such an impression to warrant all of this” Kenny concluded spreading out his hands in the direction of the restaurant and scenery. ‘If only they knew what we discussed with Gina . . and the common secret they shared with Carlo and Gina, the boys would die’ Kayla thought to herself. Thinking back on the questions her cousin had asked Gina, Kayla looked at Candy and the younger girl just raised her eyes in a shrug, as if to say ‘hey – I just asked Gina a question!’ RJ proposed a toast. As the four clinked glasses and sipped their wine Kenny said to Candy; “Enjoy the wine, but take it easy. We don’t want to have any loud discussions in here about being ‘Multi-Sexual’.” Kenny, RJ and Kayla could not help but laugh and probably would never let the youngest amongst them live down the gaff she made on Friday night. Candy just flashed a mock pout and said she would be good. The four looked at the menu and were taken aback at the prices. “Man if we were paying for this I think all we could afford was the BLT sandwich” Kenny said. The four could tell that virtually everything on the menu was al-a-cart. The waiter returned and the four said that they had not yet decided on a main course, but they did order salads which the waiter produced in record time along with bread. He took a moment and topped up each of their wine glasses. “John, if I may ask” Kayla started, “what is the significance of the oil painting over the desk there” she said pointing. “Ah, that is the village of our owners, Signor and Signora Gianinni. It was painted by Signor Gianinni’s father, Giuseppe.” “Is that where Gina and Carlo were born then” Candy asked with interest. “Oh yes, but they came to Los Angeles when they were very young, after the family came to this country and eventually they moved here.” The waiter said he would give them some additional time to decide on their order and left once more. The four ate their salads and shared the bread, occasionally taking a sip of their wine. Eventually the four decided on what each of them wanted for a main course and ordered. While they waited, an older Italian couple approached their table. The four teens immediately recognized them as Gina and Carlo’s parents, the resemblance was so striking. “Signor Evans” the older gentleman stuck out his hand and spoke with a thick Italian accent. He introduced himself and his wife, Signora Gianinni. “We are so pleased that you came by our humble establishment” Signor Gianinni told the four. “Our daughter Gina called and told us about you” his wife said. “The Marina is beautiful” Kayla told the couple. “It’s even more beautiful than we remember it as children.” “Signor, I understand your father painted the village painting over there” Candy said pointing, “Please tell us a little about your homeland.” The older couple briefly told the four the name of the village and its location in Italy, pointing out that they still had ‘much family living there’. The elder gentlemen explained that John would be bringing their dinner monetarily. “Signor Evans, we’d like you four to be our guests at the hotel this evening . . .it would be our honor” Gina and Carlo’s father told them. RJ looked at the Italian elder and said “Signor Gianinni, you are much too gracious. I am afraid we cannot accept your offer however. You see our parents would not approve of us taking advantage . . . particularly when we are supposed to be camping out on the boat. I want to thank you for the offer. Perhaps we’ll be able to come and visit you again some time . . .we’d really like that sir” RJ said with sincerity. The four teens shook hands with the elder Gianinni’s as they took their leave. As the two adults left, the remaining teens just blinked at each other. They had never encountered such a nice, and gracious, family before. As the four sat chatting Kenny casually placed his hand on Candy’s thigh, just above her skirt hem which had now ridden up her leg higher than normal. A hard item pressed back through the fabric into the palm of his hand. The feel of the object confused him as he could not figure out what was causing the hard lump he was feeling. He fingered the object and asked his sister “What is that thingy under your dress that I am feeling.” Candy smiled coyly and replied “It’s one of the snaps on the garter belt I am wearing. See . . . “ As she said this, she rode the hem up displaying the top of her nylons and the clasp holding them up. Kenny could see the white strap descending from above that was part of the garment. “I didn’t know you wore a garter-belt” Kenny said, fighting the mental picture of his sister in nylons held up by such a device and starting to get aroused in the process. “I never have worn one before, but Kayla and I coordinated and she convinced me to get one. She is wearing one also” Candy volunteered. “You are?” RJ asked incredulously of his sister. “I’ve never seen you wear one of those either”. “Sure” Kayla said grinning at RJ. She slightly unfolded the overlap on her wrap-around skirt displaying a lot of thigh, the long white strap on her garter and the snap affixed to the nylon that had a pretty pink bow attached. “GOD! That is hot looking” RJ said, getting aroused himself. “Maybe I should close the curtain on the booth” he joked. Just about that time the waiter and a busboy appeared with their meals, so the four teens had to cool their jets. The four ate the scrumptious meal and complained that if they ate another bite they might explode. As the busboy cleared the dishes, the teens sat and carefully sipped their wine. Before the waiter could appear and ask if they would like desert, the band struck up and the girls wanted to dance. “ Kayla, you know I don’t know how to dance” RJ whined. “Of course you do. Come on, it’ll be fun” Kayla chided the lad. “Kenny doesn’t like to dance very much either” Candy said, but she was pushing him out of the booth to follow Kayla and RJ. The boys did their best and tried not to look too geeky. The band did two fast and modern pop songs, and then switched to an old ballad. Kenny was going to make a run for the table when the second fast song stopped, but as soon as Candy heard the slow song start she grabbed his hand and said “come on – I know you can slow dance.” Kayla did the same thing and both girls had their brother’s trapped to dance at least one more song with them. As they danced, RJ put both arms around his sister’s waist and she had both arms around his neck. They looked into each other’s eyes and RJ smiled at her. Candy and Kenny were doing much the same thing and Kenny was doing his best imitation of the Box-Step. “Having fun” Kenny asked his sister. Her response was a simple “Of course.” After the song ended the four sat and rested, again chatting amongst themselves. John the waiter reappeared and insisted that the four simply must try the Tiramisu which he said was ‘Chef’s specialty and was to die for.’ The four declined the waiter’s offer of another bottle of wine explaining that they had to be up at 5 AM to leave. None of them wanted to wind up blotto on their last night together! They ate the Tiramisu which was every bit as good as the waiter had said, and sipped on the remaining wine. The girls told their respective guys that they didn’t know why the guys were so reluctant to dance, when both of them ‘did very well.’ The Band was back to playing slow songs again, and Candy looked at Kayla saying “Can I borrow your boyfriend to dance with me?” “Sure, if I can borrow yours, to dance with me.” The four got up and joined the other diners on the dance floor. Kenny held Kayla at a respectful distance, but she pulled in closer and actually lay her head on Kenny’s chest, mashing her ample breasts against his chest. After a few minutes, Kenny seemed to relax his posture and held his cousin close to him as they traveled around the floor. On the other side of the dance floor Candy had placed her arms around RJ’s neck and his arms were around her waist as the danced and chatted. Each had said how much fun they had with the other couple. Candy expressed her regret that it was almost over, saying how fast things had gone. As the second slow song started RJ allowed his hands to drift south over Candy’s rounded ass. Candy said not as word as she was enjoying the touch and secretly hoped RJ would be bold enough to go further. While they danced Candy laid her head on his shoulder during a lull in their conversation. RJ was enjoying the feel of his youngest cousin pressed tightly up against him as they danced. Absentmindedly his fingers sensed the lace texture of the garter belt that rode low on Candy’s hips and traversed across her butt. His fingers slowly traced the delicate outline of the garment below her dress and felt the roundness of her ass. Without raising her head off his shoulder Candy said lightly “RJ . . . and you playing with my garter belt?” RJ jerked his hand back up to his cousin’s waist, like a child being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Candy looked up and into RJs eyes. “I never said I didn’t like you playing with my garter belt, I just wanted you to tell me you were.” “OK . . . yes I guess I was” RJ said sheepishly. “It feels very sexy” he said. “That’s good. It feels very sexy to me too” the teen girl said as she laid her head back on his shoulder. “So, why don’t you do it some more?” RJ overcame his embarrassment and allowed his hands to drift south again, this time slightly further and actually cupped the roundness of Candy rounded cheeks. As he did so he discovered the attachment point for the straps that connected to the belt and descended down to her nylons. The whole concept, coupled with the mental picture of his very sexy cousin wearing a garter belt, was seriously getting to him. RJ wanted to stop but he could not prevent himself from fingering the garter strap and moaned slightly. Candy could feel his labored breathing on her neck. He was so close to her, she felt each breath. “Why don’t you do it . . . . you know you want to” she said to him. “Do what, Candy?” “Kiss my neck. I know you want to . . . and you know you want to . . . “ RJ bridged that last millimeter and allowed his lips to softly kiss Candy on her neck. The kiss and each subsequent one, was so tender it caused Candy to shudder. RJ was emboldened and now openly played with the garter strap secreted under her dress. He allowed his finger to trace its path that formed a bridge from the top of the garment on her rounded butt, down to her thigh. They were on the third slow song and Candy was becoming aroused from the touches and light kisses on her neck. As they danced she felt the rise in his trousers. Candy carefully and unobtrusively pressed her vulva forward to make stronger contact with RJ. Candy swore she felt his penis jump. Looking up into RJ’s eyes she said. “RJ?” “Yes?” “Is that erection for me?” As she said the word she thrust her crotch even harder into the boy. “Oh Jesus . . . Candy . . . I am SO sorry” RJ stammered as he pulled back from her. “God you are jumpy RJ” Candy said. “All I wanted to know was if I was the cause of you becoming aroused . . . or if you were thinking of someone else . . . maybe you were thinking about the Playboy Model in last month’s issue for all I know.” “NO . . I mean YES . . . of course it was you who gave me . . . . er, caused me to . . . well, you know what I mean” the very embarrassed RJ stammered. “RJ, you are just the sweetest . . . nicest . . . most gentlemanly guy I have ever known. For the record, I want you to know that you playing with my ass, and kissing my neck . . . got me all excited too!” Just then the music ended and the four teens found their way back to their both from opposite sides of the dance floor. As they all sat Kayla noted that RJ was flushed. “Candy, why don’t we go and power our noses” Kayla asked, repeating the ritual that no woman ever goes to the Ladies Room alone. Chapter 24 of 35 [Revised] Kayla and Candy got to the Ladies Room and they did both have to pee. When they emerged from their stalls, and were standing washing their hands, Kayla caught Candy’s eyes in the mirror. “Candy, I have something to tell you . . “ and after a lengthy pause, “I kissed your brother . . . I’m sorry” Kayla said softly. Candy turned to look directly at her. “Kayla, it’s OK. Did you kiss him on the lips or what?” “Yes . . . more than once I’m afraid.” “That’s OK, Kayla, you brother kissed me . . . on the neck several times . . . but I encouraged him to do it! I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it first Kayla.” “Well, let’s make a deal then. Candy, you can kiss my brother all you want without getting my permission first, if I can kiss Kenny all I want to.” Candy stuck out her hand to shake on it and as the two teen girls shook hands they said “Deal.” The two applied lipstick and freshened up their makeup. Suddenly Kayla turned to look at Candy. “I think I need to become more like you Candy . . .and say what is on my mind – straight out.” “Why what’s on your mind, Kayla?” “It’s not just kissing Candy . . . . “ Kayla scrunched up her face as though it was really hard so say what she wanted to. “What I’m trying to tell you . . . is that I want to sleep with Kenny. Please don’t be mad at me.” Candy looked at Kayla for a long minute and smiled. “This is absolutely crazy.” What’s crazy” Kayla wanted to know, “that I want to sleep with Kenny?” “NO. That I want to sleep with your brother too! I’m sorry Kayla . . . I just can’t help it.” The two teen girls talked in rapid fire. Candy said that she didn’t think the boys would go along with it, even if they agreed it was OK amongst the two of them. “What worries me more is that even if we say it is ok to share each other’s brother . . . later you might change your mind and get mad at me” Candy explained. “And, I just would be real concerned about losing your friendship. Reconnecting with you has been very important to me” Candy stated. “I can see your point Candy, but I think you and I are mature enough, and close enough, that we would not get mad after the fact once we agreed.” Candy thought for a minute and felt that her cousin was probably correct. “I still don’t think the boys will go for it. Both of them are real straight-shooters” Candy reiterated. “Well, I think I have a plan, if you are game to play along. Let me explain.” Kayla spent a couple of minutes explaining her thoughts to her cousin. When the girls came back to the table, RJ said “God, we thought your girls fell in or something!” When the girls were reseated they saw a new bottle of wine on the table and gave a questioning look. “John insisted” Kenny explained. “He said that as we are at the marina dock, and not driving, we can take whatever we don’t drink to the boat with us.” RJ poured Kayla, Kenny and himself another glass of wine, but Candy held her hand over her glass, explaining that she really did need to keep a clear head tonight. John came by to make sure the four didn’t want anything more and told them what a pleasure it was to serve them. RJ and Kenny had each placed $35 on the table and handed John the $70 tip, telling him how much they had enjoyed themselves. Kayla asked the waiter if he could bring her a paper lunch-bag before he left, which he did promptly The waiter then took his leave, telling them to feel free and stay as long as they liked. “Guys” Kayla said, directing her gaze at the two boys, “there is something we need to talk to you two about. It’s a little hard for me, but Candy and I discussed this and I need to be more outspoken like her – so here goes.” “Tonight is our last night together, and we don’t know when we’ll see each other again. I hope it isn’t another 3 years – but who knows?” Anyway, as I said, Candy and I talked and I had to be honest with her. Kenny, I told your sister that I wanted to sleep with you tonight. And RJ, Candy told me that she really wanted to sleep with you tonight. So we wanted to be straight with you guys and see what you had to say” There was a long, pregnant pause and finally RJ said “Kayla, you know I’d never cheat on you.” Then Kenny added “and now that I’ve finally gotten together with you Candy, I hope you understand that I’d never cheat on you either!” “When we talked about it” Candy said, “the thing is, ‘cheating’ on someone is when you go behind their back and as a result of sneaking around, hurt them badly. In this case, we’ve been very open in front of both of you guys . . and Kayla and I gave each other permission to have sex with the other’s boy friend. So we don’t consider this cheating. Kayla and I think we’re grown up enough that we won’t have any problem with this afterwards either. However, we agreed that if you two really are not comfortable with this, or if you just say ‘No’ . . . well then that will be the end of it.” The two teen boys looked shell-shocked. Neither of them knew what to say, although both of them understood they had gotten pretty horny when dancing with the other’s sister! RJ finally spoke and said “man, I don’t know. I wouldn’t be upset with Kayla for being with Kenny, but I damn sure don’t want to take a chance on pissing him off with me!” “I feel the same Bro” Kenny said. “Candy can have sex with whomever she decides, but I don’t want to alienate you because I had sex with your sister.” “As everything is in the open, do you think you two guys would have any second thoughts after the fact” Kayla asked. Both of the boys mumbled a ‘No’ as Kayla looked at each of them. “Well as everyone is so concerned about hurting someone else’s feelings, but is ok with the idea for themselves, why don’t we let ‘chance’ make the decision for us?” The boys looked confused. All Kayla said next was “Candy?” then she gestured at the brown lunch bag with her eyes. In unison both girls raised their butts off the cushion, discretely reached up under their skirts, hooked their thumbs in the side of their panties and lowered them down their legs. Once they had the panties in their hand, they quickly balled them up so the boys could not see details of the panties, and each girl placed her panties in the brown paper bag. Kayla reached out, pinched the bag closed and shook it briskly, turning the bag upside down and rotating it. Candy grabbed the bag and gave it one last vigorous shake. She sat the bag back down on the table. The boys looked at the girls like they were crazy. Neither could believe his sister had just removed her underwear in a public restaurant. “So, here is the deal you guys” Kayla explained. “Chance is going to decide who sleeps with whom tonight. We are going to have you guys place your hands in the paper bag. You will then swish the panties around and after ten seconds you will grab a pair and when we say ‘now’, you will pull a pair out. If both of you have a hold of the same pair, then both you guys will sleep with just that girl. If you both have different pairs of panties, then you will sleep with whoever owns them.” “But what about the girl who didn’t have her panties chosen, if we both have a hold on the same pair?” RJ asked. “We talked about it and Kayla and I are Ok with chance. If you guys are both holding one pair, then the other girl simply goes without tonight” Candy answered. “You guys understand? Ready?” Kayla was smiling. When the girls said to ‘go’, both boys placed their hands in the paper bag. They thought this was the craziest thing they had ever heard of. It was certainly the craziest thing Kayla had ever had RJ do. After swishing nylon fabric around, and constantly bumping into each other’s hands in the bag, the boys could not help but laugh at this zany exercise. The girls egged them on saying, just think – who’s ever panties you get, she’s yours until we get home tomorrow night! Suddenly Kayla said “Ready?” and Candy said “OK NOW!” Chapter 25 of 35 [Revised] Both boys nodded and grabbed onto a piece of fabric raising their prizes out of the bag. The boys looked at the prize in their hands and then at each other. They grinned as each had a different pair of panties in their hands. Then they realized they had no idea which pair belonged to which girl! The boys looked at the girls and said “Aaaahhha, you wanna tell us who got who here?” “I don’t know, shall we tell them Candy?” Candy looked at Kayla in the eyes and she swore she saw the girl nod her head ever so slightly. “OK, I guess we better, before they die of curiosity on us” Candy said. “Kenny, the pair of panties you are holding belongs to . . . “ and she paused for effect . . . “Kenny those are Kayla’s! RJ, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me until we get home tomorrow evening.” “OK boys, time to switch places then” Kayla said. While the boys got up and changed sides of the booth, Kayla locked eyes with Candy and grinned approvingly. Only the two girls knew that Candy had just lied through her teeth! The white French cut panties RJ held in fact were his sister’s and the white frilly boy-cut panties Kenny held were in fact Candy’s own. But Candy had made a ‘management decision’ on the fly, and noted that Kayla was obviously in agreement with the outcome. As the two guys sat down next to their new partner for the next day, the two girls leaned in to give their new respective guy a deep kiss. As it was getting late, and as the Band was again playing slow songs, the teens decided to have one last dance with their new mate for the evening. Kayla and Kenny snuggled on the dance floor, and RJ and Candy assumed their now familiar position with Candy’s arms around his neck, and RJ’s hands draped around her waist and over her curvaceous ass. As they danced Candy decided to ask him a question. “RJ, I feel your hand back there. Are you playing with my Garter Belt again?” “You bet I am” was his quick response. Candy thrust her crotch against his, held it there briefly and ground it slightly, feeling the swell of his manhood. “RJ, is that erection because of me?” “You can bet it is, young lady” he smiled. “RJ, would you like to see me in my bra and Garter Belt when we get to the boat?” Oh boy – would I” was his response. “RJ, would you be upset if I wanted to leave now, and you took me to bed?” Kayla and Kenny saw the other two heading toward the table to get their things, and joined them. As the four teens exited through the bar, carrying a half full bottle of $100 wine, the two lawyer-hunks were still sitting alone at the bar and looked perplexed seeing Candy now glued to RJ and Kayla arm-in-arm with Kenny – opposite the way they had arrived. The four walked down to the courtesy dock to the boat, unzipped the door and stepped aboard. To everyone’s surprise, RJ asked them to cast off the lines, which they did, and RJ very cautiously moved the boat down to the very far end of the tee-dock and asked them to retie the boat. Answering the question on everyone’s mind RJ explained “I thought it might be good to get the boat down where people are not walking by it all night, and any ‘noises’ won’t be heard!” Once everything settled down RJ zipped up the forward wrap-around enclosure and Kayla poured each of them a half-glass of wine from the bottle. “Our last toast of the trip she said – who wants to say?” Candy stood glued at the hip next to RJ with her arm around his waist. Kenny extended his glass out and said “to exciting changes, with some pretty wonderful people.” The four clinked their glasses together and drank. Shortly RJ said “Candy and I are going to take the Sun deck in back. You guys can take the forward lounge.” The four started saying goodnight to each other one at a time and Kenny burst into laughter, “this sounds like the end of a Walton’s episode!” “Goodnight ALL’ Kayla concluded, taking Kenny’s hand in her own and walking forward. Chapter 26 of 35 [Revised] At the forward lounge Kayla looked into Kenny’s eyes as she stood in front of him. Kenny moved forward tentatively and started to kiss Kayla, but pulled back. “Kayla, if you’re not totally OK with this, I would . . . . . “ “Shut the fuck up” was her brash reply. She pulled his mouth into her own and the two started kissing like the world was going to end at any second. Tongues were thrust into each other’s mouths and there was much pawing amid a tight embrace. Kayla thrust her pelvis forward and could already feel the strain of Kenny’s huge erection against the front of his trousers. Kenny fumbled with the buttons on Kayla’s blouse which was complicated by the fact that Kayla had all the buttons on his shirt undone already and was trying to pull it off his shoulders and down his arms at the same time. Kenny stopped what he was doing and allowed Kayla to strip him of his shirt and then held his arms over his head, so she could get his tee shirt off. Having accomplished her goal, Kayla held still while Kenny carefully undid the last of the pearl buttons and let the blouse slide from her shoulders. Kayla quickly folded her blouse and laid it aside, facing Kenny again in her bra. The two started kissing again madly and Kenny was cupping her bra-clad breast with his hands. “Take it off . . . my bra . . .take it off Kenny.” Kenny’s hands shook so badly he was fumbling with the three-hook clasp of Kayla’s white sheer bra. Kayla reached behind herself and in one quick motion unclasped the fastener letting the bra slip down her arms. Her firm breasts stood out like two sentinels and her nipples were hard as rock from the sexual excitement. Kayla stepped back, released the fastener on the side of her wrap-around skirt and let it drop to the floor. Kayla stood in front of her cousin in her white garter-belt and stockings having never put her panties back on after their little ‘panty game’ with the boys back at the restaurant. Finally she said to Kenny who was just standing there, “WELL?” “OH WOW” the boy exclaimed. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it . . . so hot . . . so beautiful. Kayla knelt and undid the snap on the front of Kenny’s trousers. As she peeled them down his hips, his erection sprung through the fly in his boxers and actually hit Kayla on the side of the head. Quickly she shucked his shorts down his legs and Kenny stepped out of the pile of clothes about his feet. Kayla gripped the massive penis about the base with two hands. Without hesitation she started fellating Kenny. As she worked the massive head of his 9” cock into her mouth, Kenny let out a long groan. Kayla jacked the length of his penis with both hands and each time she arched up with her hands she would suck on his glans as hard as she could. Predictably Kenny started to get way over-excited. Kayla stopped what she was doing and had Kenny sit on the edge of the lounge. Kayla took one of the rubbers she had picked up and started to carefully roll it onto Kenny’s penis, being careful not to put her fingernail through it. “Look Kenny, I really want your horse-cock in me. I know you won’t last too long . . . the first time. Just fuck me for all you are worth and let-er-rip. Once you’ve cum, we’ll take off your rubber and put on a second one. Don’t worry I’ll have you hard again in no time. Then we can take more time . . . . and you can get me off about a dozen times” Kayla grinned at the boy. Kayla crawled up on the Lounge and spread her thighs in an inviting vee. Girl lube ran from the lips of her vagina in anticipation of what was to come. Kenny stared at the beautiful site before him. Bending down he started to suck as hard as he could on the blood-filled erect nipples above Kayla’s large tits. While Kayla groaned as he pulled upwards on her nippes with his lips, she stopped him after just a minute. “You can do that during the second round lover, right now I need your cock in me!” Kenny positioned himself between her thighs and Kayla grabbed his cock-base from underneath. She swiped the head of the rubber clad dick up and down her slit, forcing her outer petals open. Kenny was fighting the urge to just ram his cock into the girl to the hilt. Kayla fed the tip harder against her opening and her hole slowly started to yield to the pressure. Feeling his cock making progress, Kenny started inching his penis back, and then pushing forward again, little by little. After a minute or two of this Kayla let go of the base of his cock and pushed her pelvis upwards onto the cock trying to invade her vaginal special place. All of a sudden the head of the monster seemed to get past the elastic outer ring and he was suddenly in the girls pussy about two or 3 inches. Kenny froze, as did Kayla momentarily. “Hold Still Kenny” Kayla asked while waiting for her pussy to adjust to the pressure within it. After a minute or so, Kayla started humping up and down to ingest more of his horse-cock. It only took a half dozen thrust and Kayla had about 6 inches in her womanhood. Suddenly Kenny quit fighting the urge and as Kayla moved her hips upward Kenny thrust downwards as hard as he could. The ram hard meat sank until their public bones meshed and Kayla let out a startled yelp. Kayla felt the force of his cock-head mashing into her cervix and she literally started to see stars from the sensation. Kenny was going to try and hold off his ejaculation as long as he could. This would prove to be a losing battle. However, he backed his cock out of Kayla’s wanton hole about half way and suddenly plunged back into the girl’s womb as fast and hard as he could. As he hit bottom, Kayla cried out “Oh my God!” At the back of the boat Candy had walked back with RJ, holding hands. Each time she looked into his eyes she smiled. There was just something about this guy that made her happy. As they reached the sun deck, Candy turned to face him, took both of his hands in her own and they stared into each other’s eyes. RJ could not help but wonder what caused the constant sparkle in her green eyes. As the two stood facing each other, Candy said “Well . . . are you going to kiss me . . . or what?” RJ leaned in to kiss his young cousin and as he tenderly kissed the girl, she felt his hands trembling in her own. “RJ, relax. I’m not going to bite you. . . Well, I might bite you a little . . . but you’ll like it: She said with a wide grin. When she laughed, RJ could not help but chuckle too. “Candy, I’m sorry” RJ said, “it’s just that I’ve never been with another girl beside Kayla and I’m just a little nervous.” “I understand” Candy said. “I’ve never been with anybody but Kenny . . obviously. But look at it this way, you and I have known each other all of our lives . . . so it’s not like we’re going to do the deed with somebody we hardly know! Let’s just enjoy being with each other?” Feeling more at ease with the situation, RJ made the move to kiss Candy passionately. It was like electricity flew between their lips. They could not get enough of each other and each time RJ kissed her again, it was like there was a direct jolt to her pussy. Actually, Candy had the sensation of her vaginal muscles contracting each time he pressed his lips to hers. RJ leaned into her and pushed her back onto the cushion on the sun deck. As he did so he fell on top of the girl and started not only mashing his lips to hers, but running his hands over the front of her dress feeling her petite breasts. Both of them were rolling around pretty actively and thrusting their pelvises against the other. “Hold on RJ” Candy said as she gently pushed the boy off the top of her. He obliged not knowing what the matter was. Candy smiled at him and explained “this was a really expensive dress. If I damage it, my mom will kill me. Give me a minute.” Candy ducked into the Galley area, took off the dress and hung it up. As she walked back to the sundeck area she exaggerated the sway of her hips. RJ could not take his eyes off of the vision before him. He saw the white garter belt with its small pink flowers. The garter was affixed to white stockings with a pattern up the sides. His cousin wore an abbreviated Camisole top. The Camisole did little to hide the erect nipples poking through the restraining bra below. As she walked up in front of him she stood with her legs slightly parted and her hand on one hip. “Like what you see RJ?” RJ’s mind raced a million miles an hour. He inhaled the light scent of her Jasmine body spray and there was something else. He inhaled the scent of her arousal. His penis was instantly ram-rod stiff. Something was wrong, and he could not bring it to the front of his mind. Then he saw it. Candy stood before him in all her beauty wearing white ruffled panties under which passed the garter straps holding fast to her nylons. The straps caused the panties to tent slightly where they exited the leg hole causing his vision to be drawn to the hint of her mons veneris. RJ pointed to the multi-tiered ruffled panties as he said “Why are you wearing Kayla’s panties?” ‘OH SHIT’ Candy though. Back at the restaurant, when Kenny had pulled the ruffled panties, and RJ had pulled the small bikini panties out of the bag, they had told the boys that the ruffled panties were Kayla’s. The girls had started a web of lies, and now Candy was caught in it. She hated lying, it went against her grain. But she was not going to mess up this opportunity now! “Kayla and I both bought the same panties and garter-belts RJ” she lied. “Don’t you like them?” The teen boy just stared at the vision before him. “Well, DO you like what you see RJ” she asked again with emphasis. “No! I LOVE what I see. Candy you are beautiful” RJ said. Candy stepped forward and RJ wrapped his arms around her while he remained seated. He laid his head against her midriff feeling the silk of the camisole on his cheek. His right hand cupped Candy’s sex through the fabric of the ruffled panties and Candy let out an audible moan as he pushed the panty fabric into her moist slit. RJ kissed the girl’s midriff through the fabric of her Camisole while his finger continued to rub her overheated crotch, causing Candy to buck each time he did. RJ looked up into her eyes. Her long blond hair was flowing over her shoulders and spilling down in front of her tits. As Candy locked eyes with RJ, she grasped the hem of the Camisole and in one motion pulled it over her head. She tossed her head, again causing her mane to fall down in front of her small breasts. Eyes locked, she reached up behind her, and unfastened the clasp of her bra, allowing it to fall off her shoulders and tossed it to the ground. “RJ” Candy said in a whisper, “I wish my boobies were bigger for you.” “Candy . . . I love your boobs just the way they are. Even if you ever grow bigger tits, I want you to promise me that you’ll keep these awesome nipples of yours!” As RJ said that, he drew one of her nipples between his lips and started to suckle like a baby. Candy’s knees almost buckled from the sensation. RJ pulled aside the gusset of her now sodden panties, and thrust his middle finger into her wet and wanton confines. His cousin produced a lot of lube so his finger slid easily to the hilt. As RJ made a ‘come hither’ motion with his finger impaled in his young cousin’s pussy, Candy’s knees did buckle and she fell on top of him. RJ attempted to continue to finger-fuck his beautiful cousin but she was frantically wrestling with his belt and trousers, trying to free her prize from its confines. Finally RJ kicked his pants free of his ankles and Candy immediately grabbed his erection, which was prominent through the fly in his boxers. The two started making out, each trying to masturbate the other, which was futile with all the thrashing about and kissing. Candy had a death grip on RJ’s magnificent manhood and was stroking him furiously. The two finally came up for air, while Candy slowed down her ministrations on his cock. “RJ . . . I want to ask you a big favor” Candy whispered softly. “Sure, what is it?” “RJ, I want to feel you in me, without that damn condom. I want to know what your cock feels like in me . . . please.” “Candy, you know that is dangerous . . and you know the rule, until you get on birth control.” “RJ, Kayla said you had excellent control about when you cum, and that you can go for a long time before you ejaculate. So just put it in me for a little while. Please” she pleaded. “Candy, even that is dangerous. The pre-cum, which is a sort of lubricant, contains sperm all by itself. So a girl can still get pregnant, even without the guy cumming in her!” “OK, but I just finished my period four days ago. So I am not ovulating and if you don’t cum in me . . . . we should be fine. Please RJ, I really need to feel you, to feel what it’s like, without a rubber” she pleaded her case. “Just for a little while” RJ relented, “but when I pull out, that’s it. . . . I’ll be careful” he said, but thinking this was a terrible idea. Candy lay on her back and lifting her hips, took off the ruffled panties. Her thighs formed an inviting vee to her now hairless womanhood and RJ carefully positioned himself above the girl, while she smiled and her green eyes twinkled. The anticipation was killing her. RJ leaned down and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and meeting hers. As he did so, the tip of his penis touched the delicate outer lips of her vagina, causing electricity to surge through the aroused girl. RJ gripped the base of his rock-hard cock and ran the head up and down her slit. Her sex-lube flowed so freely she was soaked. The slickness of her slit, allowed RJ to move his cock-head all about and bump into her erect clit. RJ hadn’t noticed, but as she became more and more sexually aroused, her clit became quite distended. He continued to tease while Candy tried in vain to buck the monster into her hole. RJ slapped the head of his cock hard against her clit, and she went off like a fireworks. He’d not yet penetrated her, and Candy started to orgasm, crying out, convulsing and desperately trying to get him to stuff his enormous cock in her. He nails dug into the flesh of his back as she shuddered again and again from sexual release. RJ swore that as she orgasmed, she became even wetter, discharging more liquid over the head of his penis. RJ held still, the large head of his cock poised pressing her outer petals open. In one slow, continuous motion he slid his entire 9” cock into her cunt. As he did so, Candy again cried out in orgasm, strictly from the invasion going on in her pussy. She bucked upwards as hard as possible and felt his cockhead bottom out inside her. Once all the way in, RJ remained still, but Candy made humping motions and was breathing so fast he feared she would hyperventilate. Finally still, RJ looked down in her eyes and she smiled saying “Fucking-hell RJ, you feel so good in me. I can’t believe what it feels like to have a cock in there without a condom on it. I love it!” RJ remained still for a long time. Candy, for her own self, was savoring the feeling of fullness. RJ was having a different problem. Although he normally had excellent control, and would provide Kayla with multiple orgasms before he allowed himself to ejaculate, Candy was a different matter. Candy was tight as a velvet glove around his penis, and the urge to pump in her for all he was worth, and shower her insides with his seed, was overpowering! RJ finally overcame his urge to cum in the young girl, and slowly started sawing in and out of her young cunt. Each time he would withdraw he brought his cock out until the large purple head, was barely contained by Candy’s inner lips. Each time he would drive all the way forward, Candy would let out an audible ‘oommmph’ as he hit bottom. “RJ, what is that you are hitting in there. It hurts when you do it, but at the same time it feels so good!” “It’s your cervix. If I am hurting you, we can stop” RJ offered. “NO. Don’t stop. I like it.” “Let’s try something different” RJ said. Without withdrawing from Candy’s soppy cunt, he lifted her legs up so they were draped over his shoulder. This had the effect of turning her cunt hole, and her cervix, upward in a more direct line with his cock head. He started his descent back to her depths and as he neared his entire length, felt the soft pliant membrane of her womb. He felt the resistance and Candy yelped slightly. “If it feels good, and doesn’t hurt you too much, push up hard” RJ encouraged her. The hurt didn’t matter. The urge to impale even more of this wonderful cock in her was overpowering. Candy pushed up with all her might, and sensing her desire, RJ pushed down hard. Both teens felt the sensation as Candy pushed up even harder and the massive head of the penis within her pushed through the entrance of the young girl’s womb. Her mind exploded like a thousand rockets. She screamed out in pleasure and her nails raked RJ’s back from the top of his shoulders to the small of his back, causing large welts. Candy’s orgasm seemed to go on forever, and she could not fathom that RJ had just brought her off for the third time in such a brief period. RJ suddenly withdrew with an audible plop and Candy whined for him not to take it out. “RJ was trying to catch his breath, and whispered “Sorry, but you don’t know how close you came to getting a sperm-bath in there!” Candy looked up at her male cousin and was crying. “Oh RJ, thank you” she blubbered. “You make me feel so wonderful.” The two cuddled. Each was lost in their own thoughts. Candy loved her brother sure enough, but the feeling she had for RJ were undeniable. Being with RJ was so different, she could not explain it. “RJ, I haven’t been fair to you . . .you haven’t cum yet. I could give you a blow job” the girl said hopefully. “Let’s just rest for a minute” RJ said. “You really took a lot out of me, Candy.” The two just cuddled and RJ spooned to Candy’s back for a long time. RJ eventually started kissing on Candy’s neck, which was a real erogenous zone to her. Candy reached behind her and started to fondle RJ’s flaccid penis. Even though it had only been 10 or 15 minutes, RJ’s manhood answered the call and Candy felt him become erect in her hand. Candy rolled over to face him. Her eyes filled with tears. “What’s wrong? What are you crying” he wanted to know. “RJ, we go home tomorrow and then I don’t know when we’ll see each other . . . when we’ll be able to do this . . .again” she cried softly. “Don’t worry, we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. Promise” RJ said. All this time Candy had been stroking his erection, which was now like steel. “RJ . . .I know you can’t put your cock in my pussy any more without a rubber on it. But . . . . “she let the thought pause . . . “I have one more virgin hole . . . and I want you to be the one to take that cherry . . . .that is if you don’t think it’s too gross!” RJ caught her drift immediately. “Candy, ass fucking isn’t for everyone. Some girls find it very uncomfortable” RJ said matter-of-factly. “I know” Candy said, “Kayla told me all about it. I know it will hurt, but I know you will be gentle also” She smiled at him in such a way that it melted his soul. “Are you sure Candy?” “Never more sure of anything” Candy again smiled. RJ went to the Galley and found the bottle of KY. Candy said it was too cold as he first applied it to her anus. Candy had excreted so much sex lube previously; RJ was able to smear that around also and stuck a finger in her nether region. Candy winced and, and then he put in two fingers. Candy was overcome by the excitement of her cousin fingering her ass. Kayla had said it could hurt, but with two fingers in her bowel, all she felt was excitement! Candy knew that RJ and Kayla had ass-fucked. Kayla had told her about it and that it caused an orgasm that was indescribable. RJ was now sawing his two fingers in and out of Candy’s backdoor and was purposely spreading his fingers in an attempt to ‘loosen her up.’ RJ got between her legs once more and positioned his rock-hard cock-head at the pucker of her anus. His cock was smeared with KY and Candy’s back door was ever so slightly open from RJ’s recent fingering. RJ knew she would be very tight – for one thing she was built pretty petite. He pressed the head of his cock against her sphincter and said simply “try to relax, Candy.” Candy felt the pressure and she willed herself to relax. RJ was making little ‘nudging’ motions and if his penis was entering her, Candy could not feel anything except the resistance. At one point RJ stopped, and put two fingers in her anus again. As quickly as he withdrew his fingers, he pushed at her pucker in earnest with his erect penis. Candy felt pressure and it DID hurt, causing her to groan. RJ sensing her discomfort immediately stopped pushing. “NO don’t stop RJ. I’m trying to relax, but your cock is so damn big” the girl lamented. RJ again applied pressure and felt the ring start to admit him slightly. With all of his will power he fought the urge to just ram his cock as far into Candy as it would go! Candy felt the slight sensation of her anal ring loosing and said out loud “Oh, fuck it!” As she said this she thrust her ass upwards and with a searing pain, the head of RJ’s penis popped through her elastic ring and about 2 inches more went in her ass. “Oww . . . oww . . Hurts . . HURTS “ Candy cried out at the new invasion. RJ started to back out, but Candy held his butt with both hands and said “RJ . . be STILL. .. . DON’T move!.” After a couple of minutes, Candy went from hurting like hell, to horny as hell. She started the humping motion and RJ quickly responded, with each effort edging more of his KY coated dick up her rear entrance. Candy quickly lost control and was thrusting as hard as possible each time he moved his tool back and forth in her. RJ too was panting like a stallion breeding his mare. Motion was a blur and suddenly RJ cried ‘Oh Christ Candy . . . can’t hold back much longer . . . . you’re so fucking tight . . . “ And at that instant, despite his wanting this to last forever, RJ blew a huge load in his young cousin’s ass. Candy felt the flare of his cock head raking her bowels as she heard his warning. When the first pulse of cum seared into her, it sent her over the edge. She cried. She flailed. She screamed out. Her whole body went rigid and once again she raked RJ’s back with her fingernails. There were now a total of 16 bright red streaks across his back some of which were bleeding slightly. RJ pounded her for all he was worth and neither teen realized that he had ejaculated 6 different times into her receptive ass, or how much fluid he had pumped into her. Both teens collapsed in a heap. As RJ lay on top of her heaving for air, and his erection softening, Candy realized she had a new problem. She pushed him off her and made a dash for the Head. Candy returned to the sun deck where RJ remained and she was walking very gingerly. As she lay down beside RJ she said “God Baby, I don’t know how you can make so much cum.” Both were silent for a long time. RJ got up and went to the Head to get cleaned up. As the two teens snuggled together, Candy said “RJ, I’m happy you got one of my cherries.” “Yea, I did – didn’t I?” “And RJ, I guess anal sex with you is pretty messy sex . . . but I want you to know that you can fuck my ass any time you want. God, that was awesome RJ. Thank you, baby.” As she concluded she lightly kissed him and snuggled, both still nude. As they lay there savoring these new feelings felt for each other, they heard Kayla loudly cry out in ecstasy from the front of the boat. Chapter 27 of 35 [Revised]. Candy awoke and padded to the Head. After peeing she looked at her watch to see it was about 4:30.’ Damn, only about 30 minutes before everyone got up and they were to leave’ she thought. The thought of going home made her sad and more importantly, sleeping all night with RJ, even discounting the sex part, gave Candy this all-over warm glow. She had the conscious thought, ‘God, what has this guy done to me in such a short time?’ Returning to the Sun Deck she saw her lover still sleeping naked. However, RJ had yet another erection. Candy felt could not let a good erection go to waste! She wanted to spend all day making love with this guy, but she was more worried in what they could accomplish within the 30 minutes left before the alarm went off! She started sucking on his cock and working her hand up and down the shaft. RJ moaned, deep in dreamland. Candy realized that RJ might take some time to ejaculate - or was that true when he was dreaming and not in conscious control? RJ sputtered awake as Candy sucked on the engorged head of his penis. “Morning . . . What are you doing there Baby” he said to his young cousin. “RJ, make love to me one more time before we have to get up and go home. Please?” Candy picked up a condom and rolled it onto RJ’s hard cock, complying with the rules. Boy, she secretly wished that RJ could fuck her ‘bare-back’, as he called it, one more time before they parted. Perhaps if she begged him with sad puppy-dog eyes he would relent? She shivered at the thought of how wonderful that felt last night. Candy started to lay down anticipating missionary-style sex. However, RJ stopped her. “Sweetie, why don’t you get on all-fours and we’ll try something different?” Candy did as she was told and knelt on the sun deck cushion. RJ paced a pillow and told her to put her head down on it, as he knelt behind her. RJ grabbed onto her hips as he placed the head of his condom-covered prick at the entrance of her love-channel. The girl was already lubricated, getting herself aroused from giving him the blow job. RJ slid his cock to its root all the way into her in one fell stroke, eliciting a loud moan from the appreciative girl. He then pulled his penis all the way back out. Again, placing the tip at the entrance, he rammed it home. He repeated this action again and again. The sensation of getting fucked ‘doggy style’ for the first time was intoxicating to Candy, who felt her guts beginning to churn in sexual excitement. After several minutes of this thrusting Candy suddenly felt herself slipping into the abyss. She cried out that she was cumming, but RJ just maintained his thrusting. The girl’s sexual release drug on and on. Candy whined and cried feeling the depth of it all She could not believe how much different this felt from the sex she had the evening before. She wondered what it would be like to have RJ’s cock in her ass in this position. Candy had the thought that she was truly becoming a cock-hound. She wondered if she was a whore at heart and would soon be jumping on any cock that was available to her. Candy had the thought that she was a ‘very, very naughty girl . . and should be punished!’. Odd, that at that very instant, she should have the thought about how naughty she was and that she should be punished for being such a slut. For just then RJ slapped her ass pretty hard. The ‘smack’ sound shocked Candy, but nowhere near as much as did the sexual excitement that having her ass spanked rocked through her body. “RJ you spank like a girl!” Candy taunted him. As he withdrew his cock from her love channel on the next trust, his right hand again fell very hard onto her upturned ass-cheek. “Swack” the sound echoed in the early morning stillness. “Geese RJ, is that as hard as you can hit? You call that punishment” Candy spat at him. She had goaded him and had gotten under his skin. ‘Swack, smack, SMACK!’ RJ’s hand fell unto her right buttock with all his might. Her ass was now beat red and she had a tear in her eye from the stinging. While she was lost in thought about how naughty she was, and that she DESERVED to be punished, AND how much sexual excitement having her ass spanked brought to her, RJ’s pace had quickened and he was now ramming her from behind with all his might. His entire 9 inch organ was sawing her in and out and she was again nearing release. RJ leaned down and took both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and started rolling them. Candy bit her lip at the sensation and started to go off in bliss. RJ squeezed her pale pink nipples . . . pretty hard . . . Candy saw stars and the white light of orgasm all at once, but with SO much more intensity than the previous orgasms she had shared with RJ. RJ stiffened against her back side and was crying out in his own release, as wave after wave of potent baby juice filled the condom. Shortly, both teens toppled to the cushion, spent, but with Candy totally ‘out of it!’. Candy carefully removed the rubber from RJ’s deflating cock and wondered at the sheer amount of ejaculate in it. “Baby I don’t know how you make so much cum” she said peering intently at the liquid trapped in the rubber. She got a wash cloth and cleaned him up. “Candy, I’m sorry if I hurt you. I feel bad about getting carried away like that.” “Are you kidding RJ? I think that anytime I get mouthy with you, or do things that displease you, you should probably put me over your knee” Candy said in a serious tone. “RJ, look I need to tell you this . . . I like it when you are forceful with me . . . in fact you can’t believe how much it turns me on for you to be in charge!” Both of them were still lying beside each other when the alarm clock went off at 5 AM. The four teens hurriedly dressed and got everything stowed. RJ warmed the engine and verified both fuel tanks were in fact full, plus the 5 gallon Jerry Can, as today’s run would stretch the limit of his fuel range. It was decided that once they cast off the girls and Kenny would make breakfast while underway, with RJ driving. Once clear of the breakwater RJ turned the Party Hut down the lake. The sun rise was spectacular coming up over the mountains to the East. The girls decided to start breakfast, while Kenny continued to re-pack dirty clothes and tidy up. RJ was going to run at a much faster rate down the lake then when they came up, but he had to watch fuel consumption closely. He estimated it would take about 3 hours, without stops, back to the launch ramp and his truck. While the girls worked in the kitchen to make eggs bacon and biscuits, and wait for the coffee to come down, there was a bit of discomfort evident. Kayla finally turned to Candy, took a deep breath, and decided to broach the subject that was on her mind. “Candy, we heard you guys last night. It seems like you had a pretty good time with my brother?” “Yea, we heard you guys too. Seems like you and Kenny really got it on?” “Candy, you aren’t upset because Kenny and I had a lot of sex last night, are you” Kayla asked with genuine concern. “What? Wait . . . no . . I was worried that you might be mad at me for having like non-stop sex with RJ last night” Candy replied. “Why would I be mad at you? We agreed to this whole thing!” “Kayla gave Candy a warm hug. I was so worried that you might have gotten concerned, or changed your mind. So, how WAS my brother in bed?” Kayla asked with a grin. “He was wonderful” Candy exclaimed. I lost track of the number of times he made me cum. And then we did it again early this morning!” Candy had this silly grin on her face. “So did you enjoy my brother? How was it?” “Candy, I don’t know how you get Kenny’s cock in you. That thing is huge” Kayla grinned at her cousin. “But I will say, once you’ve had that monster in you, you definitely know that you’ve been fucked!” The girls laughed, now clear that no one harbored any guilt. Breakfast was laid out and RJ lashed the steering wheel so the boat would head straight into the center of the lake, while he took time to eat. While they ate breakfast Candy sat, uncomfortably because of her reddened ass, beside RJ and Kayla sat beside Kenny. Candy cleared her throat and said “So you guys” directing herself at Kenny and RJ, “Kayla and I talked to make sure everything is cool between us for having slept with each other’s boyfriends, just so you know. How are you two with everything?” “Candy, we told you girls we were cool with everything last night. We are. Right RJ?” “Right on” RJ said simply. “Good, because the day isn’t over yet!” Kayla said with a laugh. The four chatted amiably about how much fun they had experienced on this trip. Everyone lamented the fact that it would be over soon. After breakfast was cleaned up the four watched the scenery slide by. Candy sat next to RJ on the Captain’s Bench Seat, while Kayla and Kenny were in seats up front. After 30 minutes and again at 60 minutes, RJ meticulously checked his fuel consumption against distance traveled on the GPS. At the speed they were running, he would not make it on the two internal fuel tanks, but with the extra 5 gallons in the Jerry can, they should be safe. A little over an hour after they had finished breakfast they saw a familiar boat coming up the lake. It was the Four Winns owned by Carlo and Gina. As the two boats slowly closed the distance between them the four teens waved to get their attention. RJ throttled back to idle and Carlo swung his boat around in a wide arch to pull up beside the Party Hut. As Gina thru a line to the girls, the four realized for the first time that she was topless. She wore the smallest black bikini bottoms the teens had seen, so small it was not even the size of a thong. Gina’s breasts had hardly any sag which was phenomenal for her 36 ‘D’ chest. The two boys ogled her tits which were topped with two very dark and very much erect nipples and areolas about the size of a silver dollar. Gina’s olive skin had a sheen to it from the sun-tan lotion she wore. “I like that look on you” Kayla said, nodding her head to the Italian girl’s naked breast. “Oh, Carlo likes me to not wear a top when we are alone on the boat. I do it to please him . . . and because I like it too!” The girls looked down at Carlo who was smiling, and noted that his ample cock was semi erect and looked like a coiled snake inside his every-present speedo trunks. “I spoke to Mama this morning, and she said you declined to stay at the hotel rooms?” “We just couldn’t impose, Gina. The Dinner was wonderful and the scenery is gorgeous. We wanted to thank you both again, so much, for everything you did for us.” “It was nothing” Gina said. “It was great to meet you all. I hope we have the opportunity to all get together again sometime. Carlo and I would like to get to know you better and show you some other magical spots here on the Lake.” “Carlo, we must be off to home . . where Papa will be very unhappy we have again spent the night together on the lake” Gina concluded. As Carlo engaged the drive, Gina said “Ciao” and the four teens waved goodbye to their new friends. As RJ started the boat back down the lake, Candy said to no one in particular, “that girl has the biggest tits I’ve ever seen! I wonder how Carlo can keep his hands off of them?” “Guys, you don’t mind if Kayla and I go topless like Gina do you? Candy asked this as she shucked her blouse and bra off. “NO” both guys answered in unison. “Didn’t you say that you and RJ got to have early morning sex before we all got up this morning to leave, Candy” Kayla asked out of the blue. “Yes, why do you ask?” “Oh no reason” Kayla said with a laugh. Handing Kenny a condom she said “Come with me stud” and dragged him back to the sun deck where she would again ride his 9” monster. This time Kayla decided she would ride him ‘Cowgirl Style’ and get in one last round of sex before they reached the launch ramp and headed home. Kayla thought that she would ride him as slow as she could go – making this last as soon Kenny & Candy would depart for home. 3 hours and 20 minutes after leaving Sand Point they entered the breakwater for the marina and launch ramp where they had started way last Friday. Everyone was subdued as they loaded the Party Hut back on its trailer and their personal things in the bed of RJ’s Toyota Tundra. The four sent their parents text messages after not being able to reach any of them on their cell phones. The messages said they had arrived safely and were headed back home.

The Knight and the Acolyte Book Six: Heart's Longing Chapter Four: The Virgin Shaman By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Xandra – Black Glass Aerie, The Island of Birds The dark, misty clouds swept across the jungle below. I crouched on the ledge, watching the rain-laden clouds rush across the island. They washed like gray surf around Mount Peritito just below the lowest part of the aerie. I peered at the clouds, trying to spot the travelers through them, my fingers playing with my air totem. The totem was carved from light balsa wood, sinuous lines reminiscent of currents of air swirling about the mountain. The air elemental my totem controlled danced before me, magnifying my keen vision. But not even my air elemental could allow my sight to penetrate the storm clouds. The totem focused my will, allowing me to control elemental servants. I had four totems, each carved from a different wood and with different designs. My fingers never stopped moving on the totem, tracing the lines and keeping the elemental servant on task. Greater shamans, like my mentor Farsight, could summon an elemental and give it a task to perform without needing constant supervision. My will wasn't so strong. The storm's edge drifted closer. Soon, I would spy the strangers traveling the path from Baraconia. They were a welcome distraction from the preparation for tomorrow night's marriage dance. I spotted the travelers by chance, idling my free time by staring at the jungle. They were a motley group. Fascinating. An elf led them, naked like the stories claimed, walking beside a halfling. And then a woman in armor, perhaps a knight, in the company of a priestess. The last three were a mage in red robes and two men of races I could not recognize. One hulking and swarthy, his face pierced by bone. The other had skin as black as midnight with ears as pointed as the elf's. But there were no male elves. They were one of the five hermaphroditic races birthed by Matar: elves, gnomes, nixies, sylphs, and the dreadful dragons. The storm cleared. I smiled as I scanned the trail, only visible in small patches through the dense canopy of the jungle. But I knew where to look and... I spotted the knight, her red hair spilling about the shiny shoulder plates of her armor. Why was a knight coming here? The imps residing in Mount Peritito's caldera were under control, held back by elemental wards. What other Quest would send— Lightning arched from the jungle and struck the knight. She fell as my heart constricted. I gasped a single word: “Couatl.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Xerathalasia – Collserola Jungle, The Island of Birds A pleased smile covered my lips despite the rain hammering us. The heavy drops crashed through the jungle's canopy. I had never experienced such a torrential deluge. It came out of nowhere, the steamy day overwhelmed. Minx laughed beside me, the little halfling's arms thrown wide, child-like joy shining in her drenched face. Minx and I led the party down the jungle path. Mount Peritito, at least before the sudden deluge, rose before us, a black monolith peeking through the dense canopy. I was teaching Minx how to scout. Her thieving instincts helped greatly. She knew how to move with soundless steps and the advantages of using cover. But she was clueless when it came to reading nature. I showed her tracks left by birds and beasts, pointed out disturbed brush and bent fronds, and animal spoors. “Be aware of everything,” I had told her. “Sounds and smells are as important as vision.” She was quick and observant. As the day went on, she spotted more and more animal signs. So it was hard not to smile at her rapid improvement. One day, I would teach my daughter these skills. She must have been born by now, looking so small in my wife's arms. Guilt twinged my stomach. “Oh, I missed afternoon showers,” Minx laughed again. “I loved the rains. Made it easier to sneak on roofs.” “Yes, I can see the advantages. Masks your sounds, and no one wants to look up in such a downpour.” “Exactly.” “But doesn't the rain make for treacherous footing?” Minx shrugged. “Added to the fun.” As quickly as the rains started, they stopped. The cacophony retreated to near silence, punctuated only by water dripping from everything. The birds, which had been chirping loudly before the rains, were still silent. I frowned, my ears twitching. The muggy wind shifted. “What was that?” Sophia gasped. “Afternoon showers,” Minx answered. The cold scent of reptilian scales brushed my nose. As Minx said, “This time a year they're very—” as I said, “Something—” Lightning arced out of the brush and struck me in the chest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Journeyman Mage Faoril I jumped as the lightning bolts arched out of the jungle. The hair on my arms stood up, and a stomach-turning scent of burnt air filled my nose. Thrak, Angela, and Xera all dropped, hit at near the same instant. Sparks danced around Thrak as he collapsed hard on the ground, muddy water splattering about his face. My hand shot down into my robe's pocket, grasping the vial of Thrak's cum. I pulled it out, my thumb popping of the cork and breaking the magical seal preserving the seed's potency. I didn't have to think about grabbing it. I had done it so many times. I brought the vial to my lips and downed it, the thick cum flowing down my mouth. As warm and as salty as drinking it from the source. The power filled me. Movement slithered out of the jungle. A thick-bodied serpent, vibrant-green scales and a collar of purple feathers about its neck. Its mouth opened. It hissed. Lightning danced along its fangs. As I stared at the monster slithering closer, knowledge danced through my head. Couatl. Feathered serpents thought to have been bred by avian shamans to guard their aeries. Many have escaped into the wild. Feral. Dangerous. Use lightning to stun prey. It flicked its tongue at me, coming closer and closer. Couatl have been known to mate with women. Netavias in his “Travels across the Nimborgoth” speculated that avian females would use the monsters for sex, skirting the rigid monogamy laws and customs of their race while their males were out hunting or on war parties. Of course, Ventaries ridiculed Netavias in his “Treaties on the Avians of Roc Isle.” According to him, no avian woman would even think about violating her marriage oaths with man or monster. It went against their very nature. Why was I just standing here recalling what I learned? I should act. I trembled. I had to do something. Its tongue flicked again. It tasted the air, smelling with its tongue instead of with its nostrils. Couatls were thought to be created by merging rocs with serpents. Often shamanistic creations were created in that fashion, using elementals to create the effect. Kobolds created warg in a similar manner, merging kobold and wolf, making intelligent, deadly predators. No, focus. What was wrong with me? I seized the power within me. I would wrap the serpent in air then open a hole in the ground and bury it. Two more of the foul couatls slithered out. Sophia screeched as one crawled over Angela's unconscious form. I sent out the power of elemental air, seized the wind and... Nothing happened. Nothing flowed out of me. I gasped, trembling. Relaria's yowl echoed through my mind. My palms grew clammy. My stomach roiled. I tried to seize my magic. I grasped the power, and it spilled through my metaphysical fingers. I shivered. It was so dangerous. What if I lost control again? My breaths came faster and faster. The world spun about me. I pictured Thrak hurtling from me, almost killed. It was too much. To powerful. I couldn't be trusted with it. The couatl lunged at me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chaun As the couatl crashed into Faoril, I fell to my knees. I slung my lyre's case off my back. I did not want to expose the strings or the wood of the instrument to such humidity. After the deluge, the air swam with moisture. If the damp warped my instrument or weakened the strings, the music would not be perfect. But I had little choice. Whatever magic Faoril tried to use had not been effective. She screamed as the couatl wrapped its sinuous body about her. At the Bardic College of Az, I had taken classes on bewitching monsters. Different beasts required different techniques to placate them. Lullabies worked well on ogres while trolls were susceptible to befuddlement. Griffins could be befriended and hippogriffs scared. But many monsters were primal, responding to only the most basic of drives. And none were more basic than lust. My fingers strummed across the strings, chords of low, throbbing notes pulsed through the air. The couatl, crushing Faoril's body and bringing strangled screams from her mouth, paused. It lifted its head and looked at me. A pink tongue flicked out. Another hissed. The one coiling about Angela's unconscious body bobbed its head, its crimson feathers undulating. The couatl wrapped about Faoril's body pulsed color down its scales, a rippling mottle of violets and blues. Its body flexed, coiled loops sliding about Faoril's body. Electricity danced about its scales, bringing gasps from Faoril. Not gasps of pain, but pleasure. Being fucked by the couatl was better than being eaten until a more combatant member of our party recovered from the stunning lightning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Minx The dull-brown scales of the couatl glistened in the sunlight streaming through the canopy as it rushed for the unconscious Xera. A flash of anger surged through me. The couatl were a problem for the halflings who settled on the Island of the Birds, and one the avians refused to accept responsibility for creating and letting escape into the jungle. I pulled my knife from my sheath and stabbed the couatl as it reached Xera's twitching leg. “No, she's mine to play with.” My knife scored along the thick scales of the serpentine monster. It hissed, a thin line of oozing blood trickling down its body and reaching its crimson feathers. The collar of feathers expanded around the head, forming a hood. The couatl opened its mouth. Lightning danced on sharp fangs dripping with saliva. “Cernere's nimble fingers,” I gasped as I dived behind a thick tree. Lightning crackled. Smoke burst, rolling about the tree trunk. Sap sputtered and boiled. The couatl hissed again, and another flash of lightning scored the tree I hid behind. The thing slithered across the mud, making a squelching sound as it circled me. I ran deeper into the jungle. Lightning exploded behind me. I yelped, the hairs on my arms standing up as another bolt arced past me and struck a tree in front of me. Sparks danced on the wood, and flames sputtered for a moment then snuffed out, leaving curling, gray smoke behind. I dodged to the right. Bushes rustled behind me. Twigs snapped and wet leaves squished. I splashed through a puddle and jumped over a root. I ducked vines as lightning shot over my head. Fire flared to my right. My heart hammered. “You think you can eat me?” I laughed. I had to lead it away from Xera and the others. I couldn't let any of them die. How could I steal the sword from them then? Fear twisted in my stomach. If any of them died, the quest might fail. Especially if Xera perished. She was necessary. Her keen senses and wisdom were vital to get the other sword pieces. One was lost in the Mirage Gardens. A place even harder to get into than the Doge's Great Vault. The couatl hissed in frustration as it slithered after me. I threw looks over my shoulder as I dodged through the jungle. It crashed through the underbrush, head raised. Lightning danced across its skin. When it splashed through puddles, the current arced in blue-white lines from its body, like the wiggling legs of a centipede. When it crashed through plants, they shriveled from the electricity, smoking and almost catching fire. They would burn if the jungle wasn't soaked in water. “Is that really the best you can do?” I laughed, flashing a grin. Despite my fear for my companions well-being, exhilaration ran through me. It was a chase. I was the best at escaping. Only Xera had ever caught me. But I needed to do more than escape it. If it lost me, it would double-back, go for Xera while she still lay stunned. Halflings were known to be knocked out for a half-hour or longer. Maybe elves, who were even bigger, would recover faster, but I wasn't sure. So what could I do? I had my alchemical bombs. I shoved my hand into my pouch, shifting through the supplies. I brushed the clay balls. I had my alchemist mark each one with a different symbol. I brushed one with a spiral, a damiana bomb. I didn't need to drive the creature mad with lust. How would that help? The next ball also had a spiral. I dug deeper, ducking a low-hanging vine. I brushed a one with an X carved onto the side. Chamomile. My sleep bomb. I laughed, “Oh, you're going to love this.” I whipped out the sleep bomb and spun as I jumped. The couatl burst out of a brush, feathers spreading wide, mouth opening to discharge lightning. I hucked my bomb with a sideway throw, snapping my arm around. My aim was true. The bomb struck the couatl right in the mouth. Purple smoke erupted, covering its face for a moment. I hit the ground, one foot in a muddy puddle. I almost fell as my foot sank into the mud, throwing me off balance as it gripped me. The couatl emerged from the smoke, hissing in anger. “Vedr's queef,” I groaned. The creature was not asleep. Sleeping bombs worked great on humans and halflings. I assumed they would work perfectly on everything else. The couatl lunged at me. Its body coiled into a spring and launched through the air so swift. I gasped and dived to the side. Every hair on my body stood up as it surged past me. I felt the electricity humming around it. A hands breadth closer, and it would have stunned me. I would have made a small meal, an appetizer. My heart racing, I scrambled to my feet as it whipped around and hissed. I had one other type of bomb in my pouch. Lightning crackled. I threw myself to the ground. I rolled on muddy leaves as the bolt arched over my head. I shoved a hand into my pouch, searching for a bomb marked with the chevron. Spiral. The couatl slithered closer, tongue flicking. Another spiral than an X. It coiled to strike. X. X. Spiral. Come on. I had four of each type. Where was the— Chevron. I smiled as I grasped the acacia bomb and ripped it out. I threw it as the serpent lunged. The bomb struck its belly right below the collar of feathers. A white-brown gunk expanded when the clay shattered, reacting with the air. I rolled to the side The serpent landed next to me, the foam expanding, tangling it up with fallen branches, bushes, and the side of a tree. Its muscular tail thrashed as its head jerked, trying to break free. It hissed as the foam spread down its body, immobilizing more and more of it. I loved sticky bombs. I stood, pivoted, and jammed my knife through its eye, punching into the monster's brain. It stiffened. Its tail thrashed a final time, then it fell limp. “I am the best,” I chortled as I tried to wrench my knife out. But it was stuck. “Vedr's queef,” I groaned as I tugged again. “Don't be stuck. You're ruining the moment. Stupid knife.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Angela My armor groaned and rattled as I came swimming back to consciousness, propelled by the blessing of Gewin sunk into my skin. Chaun sung a passionate melody. Memories of the lightning bolt arching out of the trees shot adrenaline through my body and— Something was wrapped about me. Scaly and warm. The serpentine monster had me trapped. Its tongue flickered in my face. A collar of feathers spread out around its neck. A couatl? Electricity coursed over its skin. I gasped as the current rippled through my body. It wasn't the stunning bolt, but something different. Something that tingled my nipples and clit. I gasped, my pussy flushing wet. The electricity coursed through me, awakening all the pleasure centers of my body. I moaned and convulsed, my eyes widening in bliss. “Angela!” Sophia shouted, brandishing her glowing, enchanted dagger. She drew it back to stab the monster. “No,” I gasped, my mind flooding with a rush of sensations. “No, no. Not yet.” “What?” she gasped. The serpentine monster's shifted its body, a coil pressing between my thighs. The electricity raced up and down my legs, curling my toes and caressing my pussy. My cunt clenched, and I bucked against it, squeezing my thighs about its muscular torso. It slid up my thighs, the scales caressing me almost as deliciously as its electricity. It pressed against my pussy, pushing my chainmail loincloth to the side. I humped against it, loving the direct, electrical current caressing my clit and labia. My sex burst with pleasure. My back arched and I moaned in bliss. “So good!” “Its trying to rape you,” Sophia gasped. “Let it,” I panted, not caring. “So good. The electricity... You have to feel this, Sophia.” “It's a boy monster,” she huffed. “No.” Beyond Chaun strumming his lyre, Faoril moaned in equal ecstasy. The mage humped against the coiled loops of her couatl lover. Her robe was open, her breasts pressed against its serpentine body as electricity arced across its scales. I wished my breastplate was off. I kept grinding my clit and pussy against its belly scales, loving the smooth plates and the dipping valleys between each segment My clit ached as it slid over and over the joint. Stars burst before my eyes as the pleasure swelled in my pussy. I came so hard. My thighs tightened about the boils. I hugged the monster's serpent-like body. Its tongue flicked my face. I kissed the snout, tasting the dry scales. Its tongue penetrated my mouth. I didn't care. It was so hot. Pleasure raced up my body, as intense as the electricity. My nipples throbbed against my breastplate. I humped harder, faster, smearing my juices as the monster's body moved. Its muscles clenched, squeezing me for a moment as it shifted. “Yes!” I gasped when something hard emerged from a hole and prodded my pussy. A cock. “Yes, yes, fuck me!” “Chaun!” Sophia shouted. “Stop playing your lust song. It's affecting Angela, too.” “No, no, don't stop,” I gasped as the couatl's dick entered my pussy. Spines covered its shaft, massaging the insides of my pussy. The creature's electricity arched from its cock into the depths of my cunt. My orgasm intensified. The pleasure coursed through me. I spasmed and shuddered, bucking in its embrace. “So good! Pater's cock, yes!” “Chaun, stop playing.” “But they'll attack,” Chaun answered. Sophia raced to Chaun. I didn't care. The dick pumped deep into my pussy. The monster's body tightened about me with each thrust. Its muscles undulated down its body. It hissed and caressed my face with its tongue. I stroked its scales down to the feather collar. My hands tingled numb from the electricity while my body heaved. My orgasm never stopped. The electricity kept it alive. It was wonderful I bucked into the thrusts, my pussy spasming on the cock, milking it. “Cum in me. Oh, yes.” The music died. “Ram that dick in me. Keep up the electricity.” Beyond Chaun and Sophia, Faoril gasped, “Oh, gods, yes. That's it. Fuck my pussy. Pater's cock, this is amazing.” “Why are they still fucking?” Sophia demanded. “So good,” I answered, my head lolling. My brain swam with delight. Nothing could compare to the wonder of the electricity shooting through me. I kissed its snout again, my lips numbing and fuzzing. My pussy ached. My muscles spasmed so fast, so hard. And his cock... Such powerful thrusts lancing into my depths. The rippling bliss washed over me. I didn't care about anything. Sophia shouted. Chaun spoke. Faoril screamed her bliss. My world shrank to my electric lover. I hugged the monster, drinking in the ecstasy of the lightning arcing off his cock directly into my cunt. The couatl hissed louder. Its strokes grew faster, driving his cock deeper and deeper into me. Its body clenched and relaxed on me, squeezing me tight with its passion until it almost hurt. I bucked and spasmed in its coiled embraced. “Cum in me,” I begged. The monster listened. It drove its cock into my depths. It hissed. Electric cum splashed into me. I bucked hard into the creature. My hands gripped its hard scales while my pussy's spasming milked out more and more jizz from its spiny cock. My back arched, grinding my clit against its belly scales, my orgasm intensifying. “So good. It came in me, Sophia. It's the best.” The dick slid out of my pussy. A hot flood of cum escaped. I smiled as the electric current died. My head lolled. My orgasm finally reached its peak and withdrew, leaving me buzzing with pleasure. I smiled, blinking my eyes, finding Sophia's gaze. She shook her head.v “It was amazing,” I grinned at her. “Just the—” The couatl's entire body clenched about me. The air drove from my lungs. My eyes bugged. My armor bit into my flesh. I bucked, struggling to breathe, but it was coiled so tight about me I couldn't expand my lungs. “Angela!” Sophia shrieked, then she lunged in with her knife. The sleeves of Sophia's robes billowed as she stabbed her knife, holding the hilt with both hands, into the side of the creature's head. Her blade, enchanted by Saphique, sliced through the monster's scales and skull like it was cheesecloth. The couatl spasmed. I gasped as it squeezed even harder. I thought it would kill me. But then it went limp, dead. I groaned, pushing on the heavy coils, heaving them off of me. I sucked in wonderful breaths of air as I rolled out of its embrace and lay on my back, not caring I was in a muddy puddle. “Angela,” Sophia said, shaking her head, “you really have to stop indulging your monster fetish. They always try to kill you after you've fucked them.” “That's half the fun,” I grinned at her. Sophia rolled her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Faoril The couatl came in me. My pussy spasmed harder as the surge of electrified cum spilled into my body. I bucked and heaved, gasping in delight as my pussy milked out every drop of the monster's cum. More energy swelled inside of me, two distinct reserves of power—orc cum and couatl jizz. The monster hissed out its pleasure. The electricity stopped coursing through me. Then it strangled me. I tried to gasp as I squirmed, but the creature had driven all the air out of my body. I had to stop it. Fear had driven away the pleasure from my mind. I reached into the reservoir of power, tried to seize it and— Cold sweat broke across my body. I recoiled from the power. Fear held me. I was about to die. I had to use it. I had to— A wild scream preceded Minx bursting out of the jungle, a bloody dagger in hand. She landed before the monster. It raised its head as Minx thrust her dagger right into the monster's eyes. The couatl spasmed about me, its body loosening its hold on me. I sucked in a deep breath. “Thanks,” I coughed, my voice hoarse. “No problem,” Minx said then tried to jerk her knife from the creature's eye. She groaned, “Not again.” I crawled out of the monster's coiled body and moved to Thrak. His chest rose and fell. I sighed in relief. I fell across his chest, holding him while my thoughts raced. Why couldn't I use my magic? I reached for it again and— I shuddered. The cold sweat raced about my body. My stomach twisted. It was too dangerous. What if I lost control again? Tears beaded in my eyes. Thrak groaned. I lifted my head as his eyes opened. For a moment, they were unfocused. Then he groaned and found my gaze. “What hit me?” “Couatl lightning,” I answered, hoping he didn't notice my welling tears. “Stunned you for about a quarter hour.” I looked away to wipe my eyes. “You must have made short work of it,” he grinned. “Bet the monster didn't know what hit him.” “Nope, I killed two,” Minx said. “Sophia got the third.” She had one foot planted on the dead couatl's head as she strained to rip out her dagger from its skull. “It...got to me too fast,” I said. “Then it...” “Fucked her.” Minx grinned. “I could hear her and Angela screaming their heads off as they enjoyed the monsters.” “The electricity was amazing,” a pleased Angela moaned, her voice drowsy. “Ooh, I came so hard and so often.” “Why didn't your magic work on it?” Chaun asked as he packed away his lyre. “You drank your vial of cum and stared at it, but nothing happened. Did it rebuff your wind somehow?” Thrak caught my eyes. I looked away. “Yes. And then it struck me and sent electricity coursing through my body. It was...overwhelming.” I realized my robe was open. Couatl cum slicked my thighs, mixed with my juices. I closed my robe and belted it. Thrak put his arm around me and pulled me to him. I hugged him for a moment, my thoughts whirling. I was scared of my magic. How did that happen? “What happened?” he whispered. “It rebuffed my magic,” I whispered. I couldn't be scared of my magic. I was a mage. Well, a warlock. It was all I had now. If I couldn't use my magic, I would be useless to the Quest. Angela needed me to perform the Ritual of Reclamation. I took a deep breath. There was nothing to be afraid of. I had used magic for years and years. There were few practitioners more skilled than I was. I dueled a Master Mage and won... By killing Relaria. I closed my eyes. No, no. I couldn't fall into that trap again. I needed to cast a simple spell. Something that couldn't go wrong. I was filthy. I needed to be cleaned. A simple mix of air and water. I touched the source of power from Thrak's jizz and— A violent shudder went through me. My stomach heaved. I twisted my head and groaned as I emptied its contents onto the ground. “Faoril?” Thrak gasped. “I'm fine,” I panted. I spat out a bit of vomit. What was wrong with me? I had nothing to fear from my magic. I was in control. But the memory of Thrak flying away from me twisted my stomach. I clenched my clammy palms and closed my eyes. I wanted to cry, but everyone was looking at me. They couldn't know the truth. I took a deep breath, trying to stop my trembles. “Sorry, just...reacting to what happened.” “I don't blame you for throwing up,” Sophia said, pressing her shoe against the couatl she killed. She pushed its head to the side. “These things are icky.” She shuddered. “Snake monsters are the worse.” “Worse than spider monsters?” Angela asked. Sophia blushed. “Sliyth wasn't that bad, even if she did lay eggs in me.” Sophia grinned. “And it was hot when she cocooned me. I was trapped and helpless.” I blinked, almost forgetting my problem. What was she talking about? But it didn't matter. Nothing did. As we gathered ourselves and trudged onto Mount Peritito, the inescapable thought clutched at my mind—I was useless. It wouldn't leave me. It gripped me as we made camp at the base of the mountain. I didn't forget it as I made love to Thrak, pretending everything was normal, forcing myself to gasp and moan. But I could see it in his eyes. He knew something was wrong with me. As I lay in his arms, trying to sleep, I hated myself more and more. Hated myself for fearing my magic. For killing Relaria. I hated myself for the simple mistake that cost me my chance to be a Master Mage. I would have been happy if I had passed the test, if I had preserved the lemures cum properly. I would have been back at the Collegiate Tower, researching magic, making discoveries, having the life that bitch Saoria had because I was a failure as a mage. No, I wasn't a mage. I was a warlock now. The most useless warlock in the world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Acolyte Sophia – Black Glass Aerie, The Island of Birds Climbing the mountain was the worst. The trail was so steep, and often we had to climb up rickety ladders made from thin trees lashed together with vines. They were crooked and uneven. No one had shaped the boards into straight planks. And the ladders wobbled. As we climbed, birds flew about us, watching us. The avians transformed. They were the only duel-sexed race that could change into another form naturally. No human, halfling, dwarf, goblin, or orcs could. But the avians were gifted the ability to change on adulthood. From what I could recall from my boring tutors, it was a rite of passage into adulthood for them. They earned a new name and became full members of the tribe. But it was annoying hearing them sing, like they were mocking us for having to climb up the mountain while they flew on the wind currents. It took most of the day to reach their aerie. We could see it high above us once we left the jungle covered shoulders of the volcano behind and worked our way up the cliffs of black basalt. The higher we climbed, the further I could see across the jungle until Baraconia appeared as a smudge on the horizon, the sea a haze beyond. And still we had to go higher. The last ladder we had to climb was the worse. It was over a hundred feet tall. The wind gusted around my robes as I climbed. My hands gripped for dear life. The old me, the one who lived the soft life in the temple, never would have made it to the top. She would have taken one look up the ladder and thrown a tantrum like a child. It was hard to remember it was only four months ago that Angela and I left Shesax. I had lived a lifetime in those four months, seen so many things. And even forced myself to climb a giant, rickety ladder so I could reach an aerie of avians. I groaned when I reached the ledge jutting out from the volcanic rock. I rolled off it, my legs jelly. I staggered as I stood straight, leaning against Angela. She didn't seem winded at all. Xera and Minx already waited as the avian delegation arrived. Avians looked like delicate humans when not birds, their skin even lighter than mine. Their hair was colorful, pale blues and bright reds and vibrant purples. They wore simple clothing, wrap around skirts and loose tops for the women, short kilts or loincloths for the men. They were often stitched with colorful beads in exotic patterns. Their leader had a white kilt. For an Avian, he was broad-chested, his shoulders as wide as mine. He was compactly muscled. Though delicate, like the others, there was no denying his strength. He marched forward and inclined his head slightly. Angela inclined hers. “I'm Knight-Errant Angela of the Order Deute. I am here pursuing a Quest.” “I am Flint,” the avian answered, his voice had a sing-song quality about it, “Chief of Black Glass Aerie and guardian of the Flame of Peritito. What cause has a Knight among our peaceful aerie?” “I am here for the piece of the High King's sword kept in the mountain's heart,” Angela answered. The chief's face clouded. Another avian strode forward, old, his skin dry and transparent, revealing the blue lines of his veins spider-webbing across his skin. He paused by the chief, his eyes studying Angela. “No one can enter the mountain's sacred heart without a shaman's permission,” Flint declared, glancing at the old man. My heart sped up. Shaman. The Lesbius Oracle's prophecy echoed in my head: The Nameless Shaman who shall find her heart. Would we meet her here? Then we only had one more to find—the flaming woman. “Too dangerous,” the old man declared. “No shaman of Black Glass Aerie is foolish enough to drop the wards choking off the imps who plague the heart.” He waved his hand. “Go back, crawlers. There is nothing for you here.” Angela and the shaman, named Farsight, spoke heatedly for a half hour as the sun sank towards the horizon, but the old avian would not budge. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Xandra I perched above, watching the strangers. Their posture was stiff. They spoke together as Chief Flint and Shaman Farsight transformed into birds and launched from the ledge. The Knight and her companions had come here for a reason. Why? I studied each of them. They were all so amazing, the petite halfling bouncing on the balls of her feet, the naked elf standing unashamed at exposing her flesh, the brawny hulk looming over all, the heroic knight, the reserved mage, the youthful priestess, and the ebony man. He was so delicate, almost Avian, but with ears like an elf. I did not recognize him from any of my lessons. Not human with those ears, but there were no male elves. He strummed a lyre as he spoke with the group, his voice singing. With beauty. My heart beat faster. My fingers gripped the edge of the ledge. I brushed back my light-blue hair out of my face as I studied him. Every avian knew we sung with the voice of birds and that no other could sing with our beauty. And there he was, melodic, his harmony rising on the wind, complex and relaxing. How? How could he make such wonderful music? The traders who ventured to Baraconia always mocked the singers and troubadours they heard performing in the halfling's city. And then he came. A name rose on the wind. “Chaun, it's hard to think when you're playing,” Sophia said. “Why didn't you use that music when we were meeting with the chief?” “I can next time,” the ebony man answered. “Chaun,” I smiled. Wings fluttered behind me. I bolted in surprise, spinning around, my cheeks crimson, flushing like I had done something wrong. Farsight stood before me blurring from snowy roc into his avian form. His eyes narrowed. “The outsiders will be staying the night,” he answered. “They have been invited to the marriage feast to enjoy the festivities. In the morning, they are leaving. You will, under no circumstances, agree to take them past the wards into the caldera.” “She's here to slay the imps?” I asked. Farsight shook his head. “Far worse foolishness. She seeks the piece of the High King's sword our ancestors placed into the caldera. We were entrusted to guard it. We shall not fail the flaming woman's trust in us. Understand?” “I...yes...” I swallowed. “I wouldn't.” I took a deep breath. “The strangers...will be at the wedding dance. Watching us...” “Does the thought of strange men seeing you dance naked excite your body?” Heat burned in his eyes. He loomed over me. “Do you wish to tempt them with your whorish body? Do you wish to drive them to ecstatic fervors like you do me?” “I...I...I'm unwed, so of course I shall dance.” “Like any would accept a bride without her adult name.” He blurred into a roc and flew off as tears burned in my eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chaun I sat cross-legged in the circle with the rest of the members of Black Glass Aerie, my hands clapping to the drumming beat. Older avians, males and females, played large, hide drums. The beat was frantic and lustful, making my heart race. Everyone in the circle sang, their voices all lovely, beautiful. Sophia, sitting beside me as she cuddled up to Angela, had tears of joy in her eyes, moved by the song. It was perfect. An entire village worth of voices all singing in perfect harmony. No one was off-pitch. No one sang their note too early or too late. I had trained for years at the Bardic College to sing what came naturally to the avians. A rhythmic clapping entered the circle. Only the young men made it by slapping their bare thighs. Each wore only simple loin clothes, their bodies painted with strange designs in various colors of paint, no one's pattern exactly alike. The rhythmic thigh-slaps grew faster and faster, building to a crescendo. “Oh, wow,” Sophia groaned. “Oooohhh,” Minx cooed as she sat on Xera's lap, bouncing and squirming like an excited child. The young avian females entered the circle in a line, each naked, their body painted in swirling designs. I had always heard the avians were a privative race, monogamous to a fault. I had been eager to seduce a married avian tonight, to take on the form of her husband and cuckold him, breaking their monogamy. My dick had been hard all evening, hoping the festivity tonight would include plenty of alcohol to lure a husband into an early sleep so I could enjoy his wife. Everywhere I looked in the circle was a married female, their white auras shining so bright, committed to their husbands in a way I had never seen among humans, dwarves, or halflings. These women would never stray from their husbands. And the thought of bedding one ached at the root of my cock. And now their unmarried women were dancing naked before us. Each one stopped before a young male, dancing, strutting, letting their bodies move to the music, small breasts jiggling, thighs glistening with feminine excitement. Maybe the avians were more open about sex then I had heard. One of the young males looked up at his dancer. He leaned back on his hands, thrusting his chest out forward, his loin cloth tenting. The young avian, her hair the color of ripe strawberry, straddled him. Before all the witnesses, she slammed her pussy down on his cock, her back arching and moaning as she rode the man. Other young males looked up at their women. Those that didn't, the female moved on to another. Sophia let out a disappointed moan. “Won't any of them dance before a woman? Or me? They are so delicious.” Angela giggled and then kissed her lover. “Wow, I had heard of this ritual, but I never thought it was so sensual,” Faoril said as she sat beside Thrak. She had the first smile I had seen on her face since the couatl attack. “I can make your cock sprout if you want to attract one,” Minx giggled as she looked over her shoulder at Xera. A sky-blue-haired avian maiden stopped before me, her hips dancing, undulating her ass at me. It was slim and pert, curving gently from her supple back before leading down to her thin thighs. My dick hardened. Seducing a married woman could wait. If one of their unmarried women wanted to enjoy my cock, I would enjoy her cunt. I looked up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Xandra I danced before the ebony man. Chaun. Three other avian males had rejected me. None wanted a nameless bride. They wanted a woman who could transform into a majestic bird, someone with whom they could dance with through the sky. They wanted a woman, not someone cursed to permanent adolescence. I danced with my ass to the stranger, shaking my butt and working my feet in the soft sand while the pounding drums shook through me. Despite the hurt of being rejected once again, the excitement of the music, the clapping, the moans of the other virgins losing their maidenheads and mating with their males slicked my thighs and ached my nipples. I turned, my hands running over my body painted with swirling designs to inflame a male's lust. I had painted myself salacious this year, vibrant purples and reds swirling about my breasts and leading down to my pelvis. I sculpted my pubic hair into a thin strip leading down to my pussy. Anything to entice a— Chaun looked up at me. His ears twitched above his silvery hair. His handsome face stared up at me with such desire. A male wanted me for his bride. Tears beaded in my eyes. My heart beat faster. An outsider. I would have to leave Black Glass Aerie, but was there even a place for me here? My place was with my mate. And I finally had one. His cock tented the front of his strange pants. I moved to him, straddling his waist, my hips still undulating. He licked his lips as his hands fumbled at the lacings. He pushed his pants down, his ebony cock thrusting up thick and hard. Was it bigger than an avian's? Would it hurt? I didn't care. A male wanted me. Chaun didn't care that I didn't have my adult name, that I couldn't become a bird. He couldn't become a bird either, so why would he care that I couldn't? He saw me as a female, desirable, fertile, the mother to hatch him strong sons and beautiful daughters. I sank down to him. His hand seized my hips. They slid around and grasped my butt, squeezing. His touch was soft and arousing. His fingers left burning excitement in their wake. He guided me to his cock. The tip brushed the wet folds of my virgin pussy. “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, Chaun.” He smiled as I ground on his cock. “What's your name?” “Xandra.” I flushed, fearing his rejection when he heard an adolescent's name instead of an adult's. But I was of age, nineteen. More than old enough to be mated. “Beautiful,” he groaned and pulled me down his cock. Joyful tears beaded in my eyes as his cock pressed on his hymen. My maidenhead resisted for a heartbeat then tore beneath his girth. I sank down his cock, embracing him with my virgin flesh. I shuddered as such delight rippled through my body while his cock reached so deep into me. I stretched around him, engulfing every inch of my mate. “Chaun,” I moaned. “You are so beautiful, too.” He grinned at me, his fingers tightening. He gripped my ass and guided my hips, showing me how to make love to him. My eyes danced as every inch of my pussy sliding over his dick sent pleasure racing through me. And then his face leaned forward and he sucked my small, red nipple into his mouth. I gasped. My fingers tightened on his shoulders through his strange shirt. The fabric was so smooth. My eyes closed as the pleasure of his sucking mouth rippled down to my pussy. “Chaun.” I loved moaning his name. “My Chaun.” My clit brushed into his groin when I slid down his cock. My pussy clenched each time the pleasure surged from my nub. I loved it. My hips undulated when I bottomed out, grinding my clit into his flesh before I rose again. His fingers kneaded my ass as he nibbled on my right nipple. Then he switched to my left, teasing it. My arms moved, hugging his head. I kissed his silvery hair as the pleasure swelled more and more in my depths. Masturbation paled. This was heaven. And the music kept playing, my tribe singing, welcoming the new mated pairs to the aerie as they sang their wordless praise to Luben, God of Love and Marriage. Chaun lifted his lips from my nipple, staring up at me. I kissed him hard, my passion bursting out of me. This was my mate. Once he came in me, we would be united forever. I moaned into his lips. His tongue brushed my lips. I gasped in shock at his tongue's pressure. I opened my mouth, inviting him in. My tongue caressed his. It was such an intimate moment. I rode him harder and faster. I came. I screamed into our kiss as my pussy spasmed about his cock. The pleasure raced through my body. I came on my husband's dick. I slammed down on him, squirming and writhing. Star danced through my mind. I breathed through my nose, inhaling his spicy musk. I hugged his neck tight, holding him. I never wanted to let him go. His hands tightened on my ass. Then he lifted me. He slid my spasming pussy up and down his cock. More pleasure burst through me. When I masturbated, I stopped when I came. I never knew I could continue the delight. But Chaun knew. It was wonderful. Amazing. Another orgasm rushed through me, following in the wake of the first. I broke the kiss with Chaun, my head tossing back. I moaned his name again while my small nipples rubbed against his chest. They ached and added to my delight. “I'm going to cum so hard,” Chaun groaned. “Yes,” I moaned as his fingers dug into my ass. “Yes, yes, yes. Cum in me, my husband.” “Husband?” He grunted as I slammed down his cock. And then his seed erupted into me. Hot and thick, splashing into my fertile depths. I hoped he fertilized my egg. That would be so wonderful. I quivered, a third orgasm bursting with powerful ecstasy through my body, drowning out everything but him. My Chaun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chaun Xandra's pussy milked my cumming cock as my mind reeled. Husband? How could I be her husband...? The ritual. I glanced around the circle. The other couples had finished, the females collapsed on the males. And now the former maidens had the same shining, white auras about them as the married women. Maidens no longer. They were wives. The coupling was a marriage rite, performed before their entire tribe. The pleasure pumped out of my cock and raced through my body. I moaned, turning to face Xandra's shining face. The white aura sprang about her body. She was married. To me. In my mind, an image rose like it did when I looked at any married woman. The image of her husband. My eyes widened. It was an image I had never witnessed from a woman, not even Princess Adelaide. No changeling ever had. It was myself. I burned in Xandra's thoughts. I was the man she loved, the man she was married to, the man whose form I would have to assume to seduce her and cuckold her husband. To cuckold myself. “I love you so much,” Xandra gasped, nuzzling into my ear. “My husband. You chose me before Luben and the tribe.” My world swam. To be continued...

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter One: Virgin Taken by the Futa Ghost By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 I ran through the dark forest, branches reaching for my long hair, my heart hammering in my chest. This place was cursed. Yokai and Onryō stalked between the tangle of trees and maze of roots bursting out of the broken, folded ground. “Mitsuko-hime,” I called, my words swallowed by the dark trees. “Please, Mitsuko-hime, don't do this. I'm sorry.” Everything had gone so wrong today. It was supposed to be magical. I had done it. I had contacted the great kami Hangetsu, and I had been transformed beyond a mere woman. A cock. I had done it. I had achieved what we needed to be together. My princess and I could be together. Branches tore at my red hakama and white haori. I gasped, one of my red ribbons ripped out of my black hair. My heart thudded more and more as I pressed through the woods, following my heart, letting it lead me through this place of death, Jigoku bleeding into the real world. She was close. My princess. I burst past the large rock and stopped. I gazed at the mighty pine tree rising before me. My eyes widened in grief at what hung from its limb. I clutched my hands to my breasts, pressing my haori and kimono tight against my bosom as I fell to my knees. “No,” I cried out in grief and regret. “No, Ōjo-sama!” Tears fell from my eyes as shame overwhelmed me. I had failed her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 500 years later... Yoshiko Stenet walked down the street towards her school, the Redwood Academy, the warm, California sun shining down on her glossy-black hair. She had her mother's hair, the fine, blue-black silk of the Japanese, spilling about her shoulders and framing her face. It was round, the skin a light-olive, her cheekbones delicate. But it was her eyes that were most unusual. Caucasian eyes, gifts from her father's family along with her buxom chest. Her eyes were round and blue, giving her face an even more exotic cast. Earbuds in, she nodded her head to the beat of K-Pop playing from her phone, streaming off a Pandora station as she walked down the street. She loved Korean pop music even if she couldn't understand the words. It was so upbeat and cheery most of the times, giving her a light step. Girls Generation played, a chorus of eleven or more members of the idol group singing. Her shoes smacked on the sidewalk as she shuffled along to the beat of the song. Listening to the music made going to school slightly bearable. She really, really didn't want to go to school today, and she was trying not to think of the reason, losing herself to her music. The half-Japanese schoolgirl, just turned nineteen before the start of term a month ago, let her head bob and her feet almost skip, her black skirt swirling about creamy-olive thighs, and long, loose socks pulled up to her knees like many of her favorite Korean pop idols would wear. Lost to her music, she didn't hear the girl crying out her name from behind. Yoshiko jumped when her best friend burst from behind her and darted in front of Yoshiko, forcing her to stop and yank out her earbuds, her heart thudding. “Lori,” groaned Yoshiko. “Don't do that.” “I called your name, Yoshiko,” Lori answered, a big smile on her lips, her red curls dancing about her head as she walked backwards. Lori was a head taller than Yoshiko, who was used to being one of the shortest girls wherever she went. “And you didn't hear me.” “Sorry,” Yoshiko answered, wrapping up her earbuds. She resisted the urge to give her friend a bow like her mother always did when greeting someone. “Were you just going to keep walking without me?” Lori asked. “Good thing I was paying attention, or you would have reached school while I was still waiting.” Yoshiko blushed as her friend fell in beside her. “Sorry. I was just caught up in the song. Lost track of how far I had walked.” Lori narrowed her eyes. They were such pretty eyes. Yoshiko's heart thudded faster. Her friend was hot, wearing a low-hipped jean skirt, hints of pink panties peeking out as Lori's green halter top's hem rose up an inch, flashing bare waist. Yoshiko had a crush on her friend for awhile, not that she would ever act on it. Lori, unfortunately, was straight. And Yoshiko didn't want to ruin their friendship by trying to pressure Lori into experimentation. The one time they had kissed had been a disaster. “Did you get that paper done for Epinosa's class?” Lori asked, stretching her arms over head, which lifted the hem of her halter top, exposing two more inches of enticing belly and the hint of her bellybutton. “Yes,” Yoshiko said. “Spent all day yesterday working on it. My fingers felt like they would fall off from all that typing. Such a boring subject.” The paper was on the effect that poverty had over the course of multiple generations and the outcome of their success. “Why did we take this class?” “We needed a social studies credit,” Lori said. “But you could have taken an easier class than Epinosa's,” a male voice said from behind them. Yoshiko let out a frightened squeak, jumping into the air before whirling around and glaring at her other best friend, Chris. He had a huge grin on his face. He was tall, his blond hair a ruffled mess like any good Californian surfer, his face tanned from the outdoors. Yoshiko had to crane her neck to look at him. His height gave him an advantage playing basketball, but it sucked for Yoshiko to look him in the eye. “How long were you behind us?” Yoshiko demanded. “Since Lori jumped in front of you,” Chris said as he stepped up, putting his arm around Lori's shoulder. She looked short against him, which made Yoshiko feel like a midget. “And you didn't say anything?” Yoshiko demanded. “No hi or good morning.” “I did. You didn't hear me.” Lori nodded her head, grinning. They made a cute couple. Yoshiko realized that if Lori had to be straight, then she should date a decent guy, and Chris was that guy. He was friendly and funny. He didn't treat Yoshiko differently for being gay. When she came out at eleven, Chris just shrugged and asked if she wanted to play a game of pickup basketball like always. It wasn't a big deal to him. She was Yoshiko, his friend. It didn't matter if she was gay, straight, bi, asexual, pansexual, or one of the other types. He was a decent guy. So Yoshiko was thrilled, and jealous, when he and Lori finally hooked up over the summer. The pair finally had gotten past that stage of flirting friends both edging at the line, wanting to cross it, but afraid what it would do to their relationship if things went disastrously wrong. But they hadn't messed it up so far. The trio talked as they walked the last few blocks to the Redwood Academy, the small, private high school they attended. They passed through the old gate, a wrought iron sign with Redwood Academy arching over their heads as they entered the ground, their school's buildings, all old, red-brick buildings, lay scattered around the picturesque lawns. Yoshiko took a quick breath, her eyes darting around, looking for— “What happened to the tree?” she gasped, pointing at the large Japanese Pine Tree that grew on the lawn before the school. Unlike pine trees in the states, the Japanese Pine Tree had a wide canopy, branches reaching out like a man with a thousand arms stretching them in every direction at once. The needles were a bright, pale green and the bark quite reddish. Instead, a huge chunk of its branches lay on the ground, one of the main trunks split in half and looked burned. “Looks like a lightning strike,” Chris said. “From the storm last night.” “Oh, that's terrible,” Yoshiko said as they walked down the path towards the school's entrance. “I loved that tree.” “Yeah,” Lori nodded. “Remember last year when we tried to climb it and almost were caught by the security guard? Someone was supposed to be on look out.” “I was,” Chris said. “Only I was on lookout in the wrong direction. Besides, you didn't get caught.” Yoshiko nodded her head, staring in a daze at the tree. The needles looked paler, almost gray, like the lightning had killed the tree. And the bark didn't have that warm luster, but had dulled to a rust-red. “Miyu's quite interested in it,” Chris said, pointing out the Japanese girl standing before the tree. She was an exchange student and was in both Yoshiko's math and English classes. “She's only been here a few weeks,” Lori said. “Maybe it reminded her of home.” Miyu did appear homesick. She still wore her school uniform from Japan: a pleated, gray skirt; a white, buttoned down shirt with a gray vest over it; and a red tie hanging down the front. Her socks were like Yoshiko's, loose and baggy, clinging tight just below her knees. Miyu bowed to the tree and a flush of heat washed through Yoshiko as the gray skirt rode up Miyu's thighs. For a tantalizing moment, Yoshiko hoped the skirt would slide up enough to show off her panties. But that only happened in Anime. “Weird,” Lori said again. “You're half-Japanese. Why is she bowing?” “Respect, I guess,” shrugged Yoshiko. “I grew up in the States. I'm as much Japanese as you are.” “But doesn't your mom tell you stuff about this?” “Not really.” The trio moved on and entered the school's main building, passing into the grandiose halls. The Redwood Academy was built at the turn of the last century. The ceiling was high over head, the entrance wide, the floor marble. Statues of Greek gods, Apollo and Aphrodite, faced each other, Aphrodite's right breast bare, the suggestion of a nipple dimpling the stone. It was art, so the various protests over the years had kept it from being removed. Yoshiko hardly gave it a glance as she walked in, her eyes scanning. No sign of her. “Well, I'll see you for PE, Lori.” “You're not going to run faster than me today,” Lori called as she and Chris went right. “Later, Yoshiko,” Chris said, flashing her the peace sign. Yoshiko took a deep breath and ventured down the hall, shifting her backpack on her shoulders. She had only gotten twenty feet when Kat Rollins, leaning in a drinking fountain alcove, sauntered out to Yoshiko. The taller girl had a sneering smile on her lips. “There's the dyke,” she said as she sidled up to Yoshiko. “Got it?” “Yes,” Yoshiko said, her insides squirming. She unslung her backpack. “B work, just like you requested.” “Good, good,” Kat said, light glinting off the spike collar she wore about her neck. Kat dressed in a punk style, her tights artfully slashed, the hem of her skirt frayed, her top transparent, revealing a hot-red bra beneath. Yoshiko unslung her backpack and fished around in it. She pulled out the answers to the physics homework and handed them over, trying not to glare at Kat. Why did you even choose the class if you're not going to do the work? Kat grabbed them and grinned, flipping through the notepaper. “Good, good. And I have a feeling you'll be doing my history homework tonight. Mr. Page is going to assign us something annoying. I can feel it.” “I thought it was just this once,” I protested. She rounded on me, pushing me against the wall, looming. “Listen, little dyke. I own you. Unless you want the pictures on my camera spread across social media. And the video. You can hear the other girls showering on it.” Yoshiko's cheeks burned hotter. “It's so obvious that you're in the locker room masturbating while your classmates were washing up after exercising. Got excited by their bodies, huh?” “Please, don't do that,” Yoshiko squirmed, mortification writhing through her stomach. “So I own your dyke ass. You do my Physics and Ancient History homework, and no one will know that you like to play with your clam during PE.” “It was just that once,” Yoshiko said, lowering her eyes. “Right,” Kat sneered before pulling away. Yoshiko squirmed. She shouldn't feel ashamed for being a lesbian. Not in this day and age, but being caught masturbating in the locker room was too much. The other girls would start to look at her weird, wondering why she had to masturbate. Wonder if she was lusting after their bodies. All wet and soapy and beautiful, a sheen of water over their silky skin. Heat burned between Yoshiko's thighs, that naughty itch which had gotten her in trouble. She didn't even know how Kat had caught her. She didn't share PE with Kat. Why was she even in there to begin with? “I just showed up early for PE,” was Kat's excuse. Maybe it was true. But Yoshiko found it so horrible that she had been caught. How could I have been so stupid? Yoshiko headed to her first class, math, and struggled to focus as they covered calculus. The math was challenging, and normally she excelled at it, living up to her Asian stereotype. Of course, her Asian mother was dumb as a brick when it came to math while her father was the smart one. Next she had Physics. With Kat. The bully had a huge smirk as she turned in her homework to Professor Moore, an African American man who looked nerdier than most of the school's chest club. Kat sat by Yoshiko, playing with her phone, using her text book to hide it, not even paying attention. Why should she? I have to share my homework with her now. Lori failed to run faster than Yoshiko in PE, her next class. The pent up frustration from Kat's bullying kept Yoshiko running fast, unwilling to slow down and let her friend keep up with her as she raced around the track, running her mile. “Damn, what devil is chasing you?” Lori asked when she finished a half-minuted after Yoshiko, the redhead clutching her side. “Nothing,” Yoshiko said with a dismissive wave. “Nothing?” Lori arched an eyebrow, planted her hands on her hips, and, despite looking like she was about to run out of air, she said, “Don't say that to me. It's not nothing. Come on, spit it out. Your parents fighting again?” “No,” Yoshiko shrugged, her cheeks burning. She couldn't admit it to Lori that she was masturbating in the bathroom. Thinking about Lori herself. Just seeing her friend strip naked, bending over before her, had set off Yoshiko's lusts. That ass was too gorgeous. Yoshiko just wanted to love it and... No, she's with Chris. She's not gay. We're best friends. Don't ruin it by doing something stupid. Something we'll both regret. “Then what is it?” “Nothing.” Lori's eyes narrowed. “Is it Kat? Is she messing with you again? I'll go kick her ass.” “Don't do that,” Yoshiko groaned. “That'll just get you in trouble.” “So it is Kat.” Lori spat. “Just because they named the school's library after her dad last year doesn't mean that rich bitch can strut the school like she owns the place.” “I think it does,” groaned Yoshiko. “Her dad donates a ton of money. And she knows it. Look at how she dresses. That's not appropriate at all for school, but none of the teachers care. She's just copying my homework, okay? Nothing else.” “Why are you letting her?” Yoshiko shrugged. “Easier than putting up with her bullshit.” “Oh, Yoshiko, don't be like that. Don't let that cunt—” “Lori,” gasped Yoshiko, her cheeks reddening. “Well, she is a cunt. A cunty cunt cunt cunt,” Lori said and Yoshiko found herself giggling at the obscene word. “So don't let that cunty cunt boss you around.” “It's fine.” She put her arm around Lori, loving the scent of her friend's shampoo and the smell of salty sweat. Naughty ideas surged through Yoshiko as she tried not to look at her friend's gray tank top molding to a round pair of boobs. “Just say the word,” Lori said, leaning in closer, “and I'll kick her ass. Let them expel me.” “No,” Yoshiko said firmly. “Then I would have PE all by myself.” Lori grinned. “You just like looking at my ass in these gym shorts.” Yoshiko blushed and said, her voice tight, “Maybe.” Lori laughed louder. “That's why you have to let me win. So you can stare at my ass as I run before you. I don't mind if you look. That's what friends are for.” Yoshiko joined her friend in laughter. It was hard to stay glum around Lori. After their laughter died down, they had to run the mile again. There didn't seem to be much of a point in doing it, but it was exercise, and after two hours of sitting in class leaning, PE was a welcome change of pace. Yoshiko let Lori win. She did have a great ass. They showered in the locker room afterward, and Yoshiko did her best not to ogle her friend or Annis Shaw or Polina Pajari, the two other girls that had great asses. Especially Polina. The Russian beauty had an ass that was made to be grabbed, and Yoshiko thought about it a lot. Maybe she's gay or bi, Yoshiko wondered as she washed her body, staying away from her pussy. All she needed was to masturbate in the showers this time. Kat came in early, lounging by the lockers, a smirk on her lips as she watched Yoshiko. The half-Japanese girl shivered. Those eyes were so possessive. It was like the homophobic girl thought that she owned Yoshiko now because of those pictures. Lori shouldered into Kat. “Whoops, didn't see you,” Lori said as she strolled past. “I don't see bitches that well.” Kat just grinned at Yoshiko. Yoshiko and Lori headed to their social studies class, meeting Chris on the way. It was their last class before they had an hour break before lunch. Then they only had two more classes to go. Yoshiko liked that schedule. It made the afternoon more bearable knowing there were only two more classes left after lunch. She ate quickly. Lori arched an eyebrow. “You're an eager beaver.” “I want to talk to Ms. Lindon about my English paper,” Yoshiko said. “I'm a little stuck. She has the hour free, I think.” “Afraid you'll get a B?” laughed Chris. “No, an A-,” giggled Lori, sitting on her boyfriend's lap. “Just try to chew your food before swallowing.” “I am,” Yoshiko said. She finished eating and darted off, excited to talk about her paper. She had a great take on Pride and Prejudice, and she was hoping Ms. Lindon would agree with her about it. English was by far Yoshiko's favorite class, mainly because Ms. Lindon was such a beautiful woman. Tall, sultry, a brunette with beautiful curls that fell in waves about her face. She was always wearing such short skirts. With nylons. Yoshiko loved nylons. Especially stretched over a girl's ass. She didn't watch traditional porn, preferring to look at sexy drawing of Anime characters instead, but if she found a picture of a woman in pantyhose, she could masturbate to it for hours, stroking up and down her virgin flesh, bringing herself to gasping orgasms. Her feet echoed down the empty hallway. She passed classes occupied by other students busy at work, a tingle shuddering through her. Nipples were hard in her bra, her pussy feeling nice and juicy. Fantasies of something wonderful, something intimate, blossoming between her and her teacher danced through her head. Yoshiko had her suspicions that Ms. Lindon might be gay, too. She stopped before her teacher's door, taking a deep breath as she peered through the small, rectangular window set in the door, glass sandwiching chicken wire. She could see Ms. Lindon's desk. Yoshiko blinked at what was on the desk. Kat Rollins was bent over it, her face twisted in pleasure. “What?” Yoshiko gasped, watching her bully shudder on the desk, head thrown back in obvious pleasure. She could just hear the girl's faint moans through the door. Her stomach twisting and pussy burning, Yoshiko leaned to her right. She had to see what boy was with Kat. It angered her that Kat and some guy would have broken into Ms. Lindon's classroom so they could fuck. “She is such a bitch,” Yoshiko murmured. “I should...” Her words trailed off. Ms. Lindon fucked Kat. With a strap-on. Heat flushed through the lesbian schoolgirl as she watched in shocked awe. Ms. Lindon was as beautiful and regal as ever, naked save for her pantyhose which clad her thighs, hips, and the curving swell of her ass—Yoshiko could just see that if she leaned to the right. Ms. Lindon wore the strap-on over it, purple vinyl harness, a dildo of matching rubber reaming into Kat's cunt. Ms. Lindon's large breasts bounced up and down as she reamed the homophobic girl, fucking Kat so hard, ramming her dick into the girl's dripping snatch. What is going on? It didn't make any sense to Yoshiko. For the last year, ever since she met Kat on her first day attending the Redwood Academy, the bitch had bullied her for being an open lesbian, calling her dyke and muff diver, sneering down her nose. And here she was being fucked. Hard. And she loved it. Her hips rocked back into Ms. Lindon's thrusts, the cheeks of her ass rippling with each stroke of the teacher's hips, slamming her dildo into Kat's cunt. Heat burned between Yoshiko's thighs as she watched. The faint itch that plagued her during PE swelled. Her hips squirmed as her juices flooded out into her pussy. She shuddered, blue eyes so wide as she watched in envy. Her virgin pussy clenched. Why didn't you choose me, Ms. Lindon? Yoshiko would love to lose her virginity to Ms. Lindon, to finally go all the way with the beautiful, sophisticated woman, to learn how to a please another girl at the hands of her teacher. She stared at Kat, wishing she was in the bully's place. Yoshiko's hips shifted, her clit throbbing. “Fuck me,” Kat hissed. “Fuck me so hard.” “You like it, you dyke slut?” demanded Ms. Lindon, her voice so commanding, so authoritative. “Huh? You like it when your Mistress fucks your dyke cunt?” “So much,” moaned Kat. “I love it. Ream me. Fuck me. Pound me to oblivion, Mistress.” “Dirty dyke,” moaned Ms. Lindon. “I know all about you perving on the girls in the locker room. Ooh, those naughty videos you record of them showering. How often do you jill off to them at home?” “All the time,” gasped Kat, throwing back her head. “And who's your favorite?” Ms. Lindon leaned over Kat, the teachers large breasts swaying. “Yoshiko!” The watching Yoshiko let out a shuddering groan. She shifted her hips, her pussy lips burning, tingling with the excitement. She squirmed, savoring the sensation racing up and down across her pussy lips, like finger stroking her, driving her to wilder and wilder heights of excitement as she watched them fucking. “Oh, yes, she's a tasty girl,” moaned Ms. Lindon. “Looking so cute and adorable with those blue eyes and Asian features. I bet you cream your panties every day because of her.” “Yes,” hissed Kat. “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress. Oh, you should see the video I got of her today. In the shower, soaping those lush tits, her eyes staring at her redheaded bitch of a friend in the next stall.” “Another girl you masturbate your filthy, dyke cunt to?” demanded Ms. Lindon. “Yes!” Kat's head threw back. “I'm going to cum, Ms. Lindon. May I, Mistress? Please?” Ms. Lindon slapped her hand down hard on Kat's ass. Yoshiko jumped, her pussy burning worse, the teasing, itching trembles stroking up and down it driving her wild. She bit her lip, about to cum along with Kat. In the middle of the hallway. “You may cum, you worthless slut,” Ms. Lindon groaned. “Then you'll show me all the naughty videos you took of those nubile, barely legal girls. Mmm, their eighteen and ninteen-year-old bodies glistening with water and covered in soap. Oh, yes, yes, yes.” Yoshiko's knees quivered. She was about to cum. In the middle of the hallway. In the middle of her school. People could walk down the hallway and see her at any moment. She cast a gaze around. The girls' restroom was only a few steps away. Gasping for breath, she raced for it, Kat's moans echoing through Yoshiko's ears. She crashed through the swinging doors, her footsteps echoing through the tiled room. Like the rest of the school, the bathroom was ornate, porcelain sink stands with delicate faucets, the stalls made of carved wood stained a light brown, an almost yellow tone to the wood. She raced down them to the last stall, throwing open the door. The sensations on her pussy drove her wild. She plopped down on the toilet seat. “Oh, god,” Yoshiko groaned as she shoved her hands beneath her skirt. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed on the crotch of her panties directly. She didn't pull them off. Her gusset was soaked by her juices. She could smell the spicy musk of her pussy bleeding through the fabric, adorning the air. Her back arched as she stroked up and down her grove, mimicking the electric tingles racing up and down her slit. She let out a groan, her fat nipples tenting her blouse, so hard they poked through her thin bra and top. “Oh, yes,” Yoshiko groaned, her eyes squeezed shut, picturing Ms. Lindon's thrusts fucking the strap-on into her virgin cunt, the teacher's big breasts bouncing over her head. “Take me, Ms. Lindon.” You are such a delicious thing. Not like that horrible, slutty dyke, Kat. No, you are so sweet and beautiful. Oh, yes, my delicious, Japanese delight. The toilet seat creaked as Yoshiko shifted on it, stroking up and down her panties faster and faster. She pressed the cotton into the folds of her pussy, warm juices bleeding through, coating her fingers. She shuddered, finding her clit, rubbing it, making her legs spasm, her feet brushing the stall door. The pleasure rippled through her while her orgasm built in the depths of her cunt. She could see Ms. Lindon's busty breasts bouncing over her, the delicious desire on the teacher's face, the feel of her nylons rubbing on Yoshiko's inner thighs. It'll be so magical if she makes love to me, Yoshiko moaned. She can teach me everything, then I can show Lori. I can love her body. Yes, yes, yes, Lori moaned in Yoshiko's thoughts. I can ditch Chris. We can date. Oh, we'll be such amazing lovers. Right now, Yoshiko didn't care about betraying one of her best friends to be with the other. Her lusts were driving her wild. She frigged her clit hard with one hand, the other stroking her pussy lips through her panties as she pictured loving her redheaded friend, giving her every wonderful sensation she could. “You'll love it so much,” Yoshiko groaned through clenched teeth, so close to cumming. I will, Lori moaned. Tingles ached Yoshiko's nipples and she imagined it was Lori's fingers pinching and rolling them. You have such lovely tits. So big and soft. And your nipples... I have to suck them. “Yes, yes, yes, suck them,” moaned Yoshiko, her body trembling, on the verge of cumming hard. “Lori, yes!” Yoshiko came. Her body spasmed on the toilet. Her feet kicked the stall door, the wood groaning, the metal latch rattling. She tossed back and forth, her eyes rolling back into her head as she hissed out breath after breath through clenched teeth, ecstasy boiling through her mind. Her pussy convulsed. Waves washed through her body. It electrified her. She moaned, eyes fluttering. Her hips bucked up from the toilet seat and then crashed down as she let out a long, low groan of delight. “Lori,” she sighed, her eyes fluttering as the pleasure peaked through her, picturing her redheaded friend's smiling face. Yoshiko lifted her fingers from her crotch, coated in her clear cream. She smeared them on her lips, closed her eyes, and imagined her friend kissed them as she sighed, with such longing, “Lori.” Lips kissed Yoshiko back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lori sneezed. “Bless you,” Chris said as Lori squirmed on his lap. She sneezed again, her head snapping back. Lori opened her mouth to say something when a third sneeze racked her body, her collarbone actually aching from the force. She blinked, reaching for a napkin on the table to clean off her hands. She wiped them off, wondering at her sudden sneezing attack. “Someone's masturbating to you right now,” Chris laughed. “What?” Lori gasped, twisting around to stare at her boyfriend, her red curls brushing across his face. “You know, in Anime, when someone sneezes it means someone's talking about you. One sneeze, you're being praised; two sneezes, you're being badmouthed; and three sneezes means someone who loves you is speaking about you. While masturbating.” “Right,” Lori said. “I don't think the masturbating part is accurate.” Chris shrugged. “Well, where is Yoshiko?” “Speaking to her English teacher,” Lori answered, giving her boyfriend a hard look. “And she's not masturbating to me. We're friends. And while I know your pervy mind wants to see us go at it, not happening. She's like a sister to me.” “Fine,” Chris groaned, shifting. “Next time you sneeze three times, text me. Maybe it's me masturbating to you.” “Do you do that?” Lori asked. “I mean, we have sex. I'd think you'd jerk off to another girl or something.” “I do.” His arms tightened on her. “But those last set of pics you sent me had me stroking my cock hard.” Lori giggled, her pussy clenching. “Maybe I'll send you a few more. You do have to stay late with that project tonight. Something to distract you.” “You are cruel,” he groaned, his cock hard against Lori's ass. “I know,” she sighed and gave her boyfriend a kiss over her shoulder. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yoshiko froze, her eyes wide. Lips kissed at her mouth, tasting her spicy pussy juices she had smeared on her lips. But there was no one in the stall, no one who could kiss her. And yet she could feel soft, feminine lips nibbling on her lower lip, a tongue lightly licking. A soft feminine voice sighed: Ōjo-sama. Yoshiko tried to speak, but she couldn't. She was being kissed. A body was straddling her. Yoshiko could see her skirt pressed down to her crotch by someone unseen. Hands stroked down her shoulders. Panic shot through Yoshiko as the soft hands gripped her breasts. Someone unseen was in the bathroom. A girl. A ghost girl. A lesbian ghost girl. The fingers moved across Yoshiko's blouse and found the buttons. They popped open one by one, her blouse parting, revealing her breasts straining a white bra, youthful flesh jiggling as Yoshiko struggled. The fingers stroked her bra, exploring, feeling her hard nipple through them. Ripples of pleasure shot down Yoshiko's body. She groaned, struggling to move as the ghost played with her nipples through the bra, pinching and rolling the nubs. The lips broke the kiss, and Yoshiko gasped for breath. “Who are you?” she called out to the ghost. “What are you doing to me?” ...Mitsuko-hime... the voice sighed again, a distant echo. The cups of Yoshiko's bra pushed up. Her large breasts spilled out. She gasped, eyes bugging as unseen fingers pressed into the flesh of her pillowy tits. The female ghost massaged them. A wet tongue licked at Yoshiko's right nipple then sucked on it. “Oh, god,” Yoshiko groaned, the pleasurable sensation on her nipple shooting right down to her pussy. She squirmed more, her hands trying to seize the ghost, but they phased right through her body. “What are you doing to me?” The answer was soft, whispering in a musical tongue which was vaguely familiar. Japanese? The ghost is speaking Japanese. The lips sucked harder. Teeth lightly nippled Yoshiko's nipple. She watched her turgid nub move and wiggle as the ghost loved it. Yoshiko groaned, her pussy clenching. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was crazy. A ghost was sucking on her nipple. Something hard pressed against Yoshiko's belly as she squirmed again. The ghost sucked harder. Yoshiko could hear the wet suckling sound now. A faint outline appeared, a girl's shape, hair falling about the face nursing at Yoshiko's breast, hands sliding down to her skirt. It was the suggestion of a girl, like the lines an artist might use to roughly sketch out a drawing in pencil before committing to more permanent options. The mouth moved to her other breast, sucking hard. Yoshiko squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy dripping. The ghost moved, still sucking, her hands lifting Yoshiko's skirt, unveiling the white panties, crotch soaked dark. Fingers stroked across her panties, so familiar. “You were touching me while I was watching them,” groaned Yoshiko, recognizing the light flutters she felt while standing riveted before Ms. Lindon's door. And then the fingers hooked her panties They pulled them down, unveiling a thick, black bush hiding the lips of her pussy. The ghost slid down Yoshiko's body, seizing her hips, pulling her to the edge of the toilet seat. Yoshiko felt the ghost's breath wash across her pussy The faint lines grew more substantial. A hint of black colored her hair, white covering her shoulders, and a hint of red cladding her thighs. And then the ghost licked at Yoshiko's pussy. ...Ōjo-sama... “Oh, yes,” Yoshiko groaned as she felt the first touch of another on her pussy, the tongue licking across her virgin folds and flicking her clit. “Can't believe a ghost is the first girl to go down on me. Oh, god, but that feels good. Oh, yes, Miss Ghost, oh, wow, lick me.” The ghost did. She licked and fluttered her tongue through Yoshiko's virgin folds, caressing hymen, labia, and clit. Yoshiko moaned, her large breasts jiggling as Yoshiko humped against the ghost's licking. She could feel the ghost licking through her sex's folds, devouring the juices pouring out. The ghost loved them, moaning her delight between whispers of Ōjo-sama and Mitsuko-hime. Her tongue licked and her lips nibbled. And as she drank Yoshiko's juices, the ghost became more and more real. The strands of black hair, mere suggestion before, grew more and more solid until they draped silk across Yoshiko's thighs. Soft, almond eyes stared up at Yoshiko, brown and burning with desires. A delicate nose pressed into the folds of Yoshiko's pussy as the Japanese ghost worshiped. The ghost wore clothing, white cloth wrapped about her shoulders, her legs covered in the red. They were the thick pants worn by Japanese in their traditional clothing, the legs wide, almost like skirts divided into trousers. They're called hakama. Yoshiko's eyes widened in realization. “You're a shrine maiden. A miko.” The ghost kept licking, her tongue digging through Yoshiko's folds, making her squirm and gasp. Her toes curled in her shoes as the ghost of the shrine maiden devoured her pussy. The shrine maiden's lips reached Yoshiko's clit. Sucked hard. Yoshiko came. Her virgin pussy clenched, her hips humping up into the air as she gasped and shuddered. Pleasure rippled through her body. She moaned, eyes fluttering as the pleasure washed through her body. “So good,” moaned Yoshiko. “Oh, yes, thank you, shrine maiden. Oh, you're so wonderful. Such a delightful ghost.” Her body spasmed as the pleasure peaked. The shrine maiden rose, her pale lips and cheeks smeared with juices. Her skin was as light as Yoshiko's, almost the white of a Caucasian, but with just enough of a tinge olive to them marking her as Asian. Her white, outer garment—I think it's called a haori—was open, showing off a white kimono beneath, nipples pressing hard topping the swell of round breasts. Her hakama were loose on her hips and... A cock thrust from the girl's crotch, springing from a thick, black bush. Through the curls, Yoshiko could make out the folds of pussy lips wrapped about the base. The dick was thick, a darker olive than the ghost's face, the tip throbbing, dripping with precum. “A futanari!” gasped Yoshiko, recognizing a dickgirl from browsing pictures of Anime girls. It was a popular fetish, many artist turning sexy women into futanari, the Japanese word for hermaphrodite. “Oh, no,” groaned Yoshiko as the futanari shrine maiden moved in, bringing her cock to Yoshiko's pussy. “I'm not really into futas.” The shrine maiden kissed Yoshiko hard on the mouth. She could taste her juices on the ghost's lips as the cock rubbed up and down on her pussy. Yoshiko shuddered, a surge of heat shooting through her pussy. The feel of the girl-dick on her pussy lips was... Arousing. Intoxicating. A desperate urge shot through Yoshiko, possessing her. The schoolgirl's legs locked around the futa-ghost's hips, pulling hard. The shrine maiden moaned into Yoshiko's lips as her cock pressed on the schoolgirl's maidenhead. “Mitsuko-hime,” whispered the shrine maiden. It hit Yoshiko what the ghost was saying. It was a name. Hime meant princess and when used as a suffix meant... “I'm not Princess Mitsuko,” Yoshiko gasped even as her legs pulled the ghost closer, the cock stretching her hymen. Pain flared, but Yoshiko wanted that cock in her, lost to the possessive lust. “But...but... Take me!” “Ōjo-sama,” breathed the ghost as she thrust. Yoshiko's hymen stretched and tore. She groaned as her cherry popped. The futa-ghost's dick slid into Yoshiko's untouched depths. Hot friction raced through her body as her juices lubed the way for the thick shaft. The ghost let out the cutest, sweetest moan of delight as she slid into Yoshiko's pussy. Moaning in rapid Japanese, the ghost drew back her dick and thrust again. And again. Yoshiko moaned, her hips locked tight about the ghost's waist, thrusting up her hips to meet the wonderful cock slamming into her depths. Their flesh slapped together as the futa-ghost fucked Yoshiko with unbridled passion, her blue-black hair dancing about her head as she gasped and moaned, crying out in Japanese. “So good,” moaned Yoshiko. “Fuck me, Miss Ghost. Fuck me with your girl-dick. A futanari ghost! I can't... This is... Oh, yes...” Pleasure burned fast in Yoshiko as her pussy gripped the thick cock reaming her depths. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She moaned and gasped, humping into the ghost's thrusts. Yoshiko moaned, her pussy clenching, drinking in the delicious pleasure. “Mitsuko-hime,” gasped the shrine maiden, her eyes shining with desire. And then she kissed Yoshiko hard, tongue thrusting in. Yoshiko's nipples, pressed against the silk of the shrine maiden's kimono, tingled. The toilet creaked and groaned as both girls savored their pleasure. Yoshiko's pussy clenched and relaxed on the thick cock as it drove her closer and closer to her orgasm. I'm being fucked by a futanari ghost. She took my cherry. This is amazing. The bliss swelled in her depths. She ground her clit into the ghost's groin every time they bottomed out. Yoshiko's hands gripped the ghost's clenching ass, pulling her in tight, savoring the round butt-cheeks in her hand as her clit throbbed. Her pleasure swelled. And then it boiled through her. Hot, spasming heat engulfed her body. Yoshiko moaned into the ghost's mouth, Yoshiko's thighs tightening about her futa-lover. Her pussy spasmed on the amazing, impossible, supernatural girl-dick reaming into her depths, milking the cock. The lesbian schoolgirl thrust her tongue into the futa-ghost's mouth as ecstasy reached her mind. The ghost's arms tightened about Yoshiko's body. Her dick buried into the hot depths of Yoshiko's spasming pussy. Her flesh convulsed and massaged, milking the dick. Ghostly futa-cum spurted into the depths of Yoshiko's pussy. The tingles set off another orgasm. Yoshiko broke their kiss, her fingernails digging into the ghost's ass, and screamed, “Yes, yes, yes. A futanari ghost is cumming in my pussy. So good!” “Mitsuko-hime!” The ghost's beautiful, porcelain face contorted in pleasure, mouth open in a small O as she dumped her ghostly jizz into Yoshiko's body. The ghost spasmed on Yoshiko, trembling as she moaned out her pleasure. And then she burst into a thousand motes of glittering light. Warmth rained down on Yoshiko's body. The schoolgirl shuddered on the toilet, her body still spasming, her pussy convulsing, the hot jizz boiling in the depths of her pussy. ...Ōjo-sama... “What just happened,” panted Yoshiko as she lounged on the toilet, feeling the ghost's seed leaking out of her freshly deflowered pussy. A powerful shudder rippled through her. “How do I summon you again?” But there was no answer. The ghost was gone. Yoshiko panted, her eyes fluttering. She had to find a way to make contact with the ghost again. She couldn't believe how amazing sex was. The lesbian schoolgirl yearned to feel that girl-cock in her again. To be continued...

The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies' Naughty Game Chapter Three: Dr. Rita's & Officer Cindy's Fairy Romp By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Ms. Ji-Woo Kim I followed the ice river in the direction of the moon. The direction of the Lands of Transition. I didn't know what else to call the strange piece of geography I walked beside other than an ice river. I don't mean it was a frozen stream, but it was almost like a glacier. But a glacier flowing through a channel far, far faster than it should. The ice moved. It rippled and crashed together. Once, my daughter Yunjin was a girl scout, and she'd spent a summer obsessed with polishing rocks she'd find. I would forever hear this grinding sound as the rock polisher rumbled away. The ice river sounded like that but amplified. It was at once violent and majestic, full of raw power that dwarfed me, but that power was restrained, channeled in the direction towards the Land of Transition. Guided by something that had dominated it. I strode naked through the snow, my futa-dick hard before me, my petite body wholly unaffected by the chill. The snow was cold and yet felt comfortable on my bare feet. I marched with purpose, my silky-black hair sweeping about my shoulders. I would not lose. My business needed my futa-dick. It had almost failed before I met B. My dream of Mizzytique, my makeup company, almost lost because of my own weakness. My own inability to seize my female workforce by the scruff of the neck and give them a good shake. To inspire them into productivity. And then B gave me my futa-dick. It inspired my workers. Gave me confidence. My ex-husband always claimed women made poor leaders because they didn't have cocks pointing before them. Well, I had a cock far bigger than his. I was so determined to win this contest, marching towards the Land of Transition through the night of Winter, that I didn't notice the fey until she let out a purring moan. I blinked, snapping my gaze to the right just in time for a snowball to hit me in the face. The naked woman perched on the rock howled in laughter. Her ice-blue breasts jiggled as she mocked at me, her white hair, looking more like frost than silky strands, sweeping about her slender shoulders. Her lithe legs kicked through the snow at her feet as I spluttered in outrage. “Ooh, look at you,” the fey said, “strutting through Winter with such determination.” “I am fighting for Winter!” I hissed. “So show me some—” I squealed in shock and dove to the ground as three snowballs rose into the air around the fey. They streaked over my head as I belly flopped on the powdery snow, puffs of white exploding around me, my cock and tits stinging from the impact. The fey laughed louder. Her breasts heaved as she threw back her head. “I can't... The way you... Just belly-flopped... Like a whale... Frozen nights... That was...” I glared at her. She reminded me so much of Brittney Rakes. “This is how you treat one of Winter's champions?” I snarled, pushing myself up, snow falling off my body in a cloud of white. My small breasts quivered in outrage. “Show some respect!” “Respect,” she said, rolling her eyes. “To a Mortal? You belly flopped because of a few snowballs!” She clutched her stomach, laughing again. “What can you fight, little Mortal? You're scared of these.” I set my teeth and marched at her as her powers gathered five snowballs this time. They rotated in the air, the snow packed tight, glittering in the silvery light of the moon. Something wicked glinted in the fey's eyes. “Do it again!” the fey shouted. “I want to savor it. To remember the great Winter champion screeching like a scared rabbit and throwing herself to the snow on her belly over these!” The snowballs streaked at me. The old me would definitely have belly-flopped again. The old me was weak. She lacked confidence. She hated confrontation. But I had learned. A leader needed to be strong. Even when her instincts screamed at her to be weak. She had to project strength and confidence. She had to appear in charge. Because then she would be. I raised my arms before me. The snowballs pelted my body hard. Snow exploded around me. A wash of fine white crashed into my face, clung to my hair. I spluttered, shaking my head, and charged forward, screeching like a warrior, my big futa-cock bouncing before me. The fey's laughter trailed off as I reached her. More snowballs rose, but I seized her arm, twisted it behind her back, and pinned her to the rock she perched on. I knew how to deal with disobedient employees. Disrespectful fey could be handled the same way. CRACK! My hand fell hard on her ice-blue rump. She gasped in pain, a rosy color rising in her pale flesh. Her butt-cheek jiggled as he squirmed on the rock. I savored the stinging impact on my palm. I drank in the way she squirmed as I kept her pinned to the rock. A snowball hit me in the back. CRACK! “You can't do this!” she gasped. CRACK! Her ass had a nice, rosy glow about it, that crimson blush spreading through her. I admired it as I asked, “Why not?” “Because you can't!” she pouted, her legs kicking. CRACK! “You're the one acting like a brat,” I hissed. “Like a naughty, little girl.” CRACK! “And I love punishing girls when they're naughty.” I licked my lips, the ache burning across my palm. Such a satisfying feeling. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thighs. My dick throbbed before me. CRACK! I smacked down hard on her rump. She squealed in pain, her entire body convulsing. Her legs spasmed behind her. Her breasts rubbed against the rock as she squirmed. White hair swayed about her supple back. And her whimpers... Such sweet whimpers of pain. But mixed with something else. That wanton, awakened pleasure that a good spanking stirs in a woman. I smiled, spotting her hairless pussy lips sparkling with dew. CRACK! “Please, please!” moaned the fey, her body bucking again her ass glowing crimson. “Stop!” “Why should I?” CRACK! “Because!” she howled, more and more pussy juices trickling out of her cunt, staining her thighs. “It hurts!” “It's a punishment,” I purred and cracked my hand down again. SMACK! But not on her ass. My hand landed on her pussy. She squealed in rapture and agony. I massaged her juicy snatch, her pussy lips almost burning. I drew my hand away and licked my palm. I savored the flavor of her tart cunt. I reveled in the delicious taste. CRACK! She groaned in relief, my hand landing on her ass this time. “I'm sorry,” she moaned. “Sorry for what?” CRACK! She squealed again, her ass clenching so tight. My dick throbbed as I stared at the glowing rump. My own pussy juices leaked out as much as hers. It took all my self-control not to fuck her yet. But I was having too much fun disciplining her. “Sorry for making you belly flop and for laughing at you.” CRACK! “Why did you do it?” I asked as she whimpered again. “Because it was fun!” she gasped. “I was bored. And you looked so silly. Marching with such determination. Not bothering to enjoy the beauty of the world around you. Hurry, hurry, hurry. What's the rush?” I ignored that. “So you think you can just throw snowballs at someone because you're bored?” “Well, yes.” She sounded confused. “Don't you do what you want? Don't you use that big, throbbing clit-dick you have whenever you're horny?” She wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with juices. She didn't have a futa-dick. Did not all faeries have them? “Don't you just stick that dick in any hole you want?” she asked. I did. But the women were always willing. “So I could just slam my dick into your pussy?” I asked, moving behind her, rubbing the tip of my dick on her dripping cunt. She whimpered. “Yes! You have me dominated. You can ravish me!” I moved my cock up her slit and between the cheeks of her butt. I found her sphincter. “I can even fuck you here? Just ram it into your bowels because I'm bored.” “Ooh, yes,” she groaned, wiggling her hips, stirring her puckered sphincter around my dick. “What's your name?” I demanded. “Alp Luachra,” she groaned. “And yours?” “Ms. Kim,” I smiled. “Remember it. It's the name of your new futa-boss.” “Boss?” she frowned. “What's that?” “It means I get to fuck your ass whenever I want.” I thrust into her asshole. My eyes widened as the velvety heat of her bowels engulfed my dick. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her grip as I sank into her. Pleasure shuddered through me. I gripped her hips, moaning out my rapture as I sank deeper and deeper into her. She whimpered, her asshole clenching down on my dick. Her body quivered, her bowels squeezing down so hard on my invading shaft. It felt delicious. She was so cold she burned around my dick. A frigid fire that bathed my futa-cock in rapture. Pleasure flowed down my clit-dick and into my pussy. My cunt clenched as I drew back through her velvety sheath. The fey whimpered, her back arching. I slammed into her bowels again, my black bush pressing against her crimson asshole. She groaned in pain-filled ecstasy, her bowels squeezing down so hard on my dick. I loved it. I drew back and slammed in again and again. The friction burned around my plunging cock. She sang out in pleasure and agony. I smacked over and over into her well-spanked asshole, reminding her of her punishment while giving her rapture. “Oh, Ms. Kim,” she whimpered, her asshole massaging my plunging dick. Such rapture shuddered through me. “Oh, this is awesome. You're amazing. Ooh, yes, you're my futa-boss. You can fuck me whenever I want.” “You're just a slut for my futa-dick, aren't you, Alp Luachra?” I hissed. “Just begging for my futa-cum to flood your asshole?” “I am!” she groaned. “You're so big. You're bigger than those futa-fairies who fly through the air thinking they're better than me. Ooh, yes, I love your clit-dick, Ms. Kim.” I smiled, pumping away at her. I could never give up the submission of my employees, even one as bratty as Alp Luachra. I had to keep my girl-dick. I had to defeat Summer's futas. I would defeat them. I would dominate them, spank them, and make them beg for my cock to plow their slutty cunts. I would spurt so much jizz into them. My small tits jiggled before me as I fucked Al Luachra's velvety bowels harder and harder. Such rapture shot through my body. My futa-dick tingled in her embrace. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my ovaries approaching a boil. “Cum in me, Ms. Kim!” the naughty fey begged. “Please, please, flood me with your burning cum! You're so warm! You're so hot! You're melting me!” “Good!” I hissed, pounding her. I leaned over her body, squeezing her round tits from the side. “Just scream out your rapture. Let everyone hear how hard you cum on my dick.” “The best dick!” Alp Luachra howled. “Uh-huh,” I moaned. She bucked up into my thrusts, smacking her spanked rump into my crotch. Her moans echoed over the rumble of the ice river. Her bowels grew hotter and hotter about my dick. She squeezed over and over on it. Then her back arched. Her moans sang out. Velvety bowels spasmed about my dick. I shuddered as she came. I slammed my futa-dick into her convulsing sheath. The friction stimulated my girl-dick. The pleasure shot up my shaft to my pussy. “Cum in my bowels, Ms. Kim!” she howled. “Please, please unload in me!” “I will!” I moaned and buried to the hilt in her. My eyes fluttered. My dick drank in the friction of her writhing asshole. Pleasure exploded in my cunt. Juices squirted down my thighs. I gasped and groaned, trembling as I pumped futa-cum over and over into her bowels. Stars danced before my eyes. I gazed out at the beauty of Winter, the frozen landscape utterly unchanging, every square inch of it beautiful in its own ways. Towering, blue mountains rising up into the glittering skies, fields of snow that shimmered beneath the starlight, pristine and untouched. The air so crisp. Every inhalation frigid, making me feel so alive. And then something jolted into my soul. It shot up from my cock. I gasped, bucking as my orgasm peaked, the rapture dancing through my thoughts. The cold spilled through my entire body. A nimbus of icy blue exploded around me. My dick popped out of Alp Luachra's asshole. I stumbled in the snow, falling onto my rump. I gasped, the energy fading around me. Alp Luachra still lay bent over the stone, my futa-cum trickling out of her well-fucked asshole down to her juicy pussy. “What did you do to me?” I demanded, gaining my feet. “Gave you my blessing, Ms. Kim,” she purred. “I think you'll find it useful against those Summer whores.” She winked a frigid eye at me and then vanished in a puff of snow. “Blessing?” I muttered, holding out my hand. Snow swirled in a circle in my palm. I smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Becca Brittany The sluggish river I followed, made of ice but flowing with the consistency of a Slurpee from Seven Eleven, melted into real water as it hit the valley. It flowed down the autumnal slope towards a forest, the trees covered in yellow and brown and auburn leaves. I took a deep breath, glancing around, my blonde hair swaying about my bare shoulders. Despite all the nude newscasts I'd done for the last month-and-a-half, I felt so naked and exposed as I moved down the slope to the forest. I wished I was clothed. What if one of the Summer futas spotted me? I hurried for the cover of the forest. I needed to have some sort of advantage if I were to help Winter win. I didn't want to give up my futa-dick. My daughter loved to fluff my cock. She spent so much time sucking on it, keeping me hard for news broadcast. I loved watching myself give reports and seeing the back of her blonde head bobbing as she pleasured me. No way I was letting Summer take that joy from me. I entered the woods. I winced as my bare feet stepped on dried leaves. They crunched, breaking into powdery bits. The entire ground was carpeted in them. I couldn't take a step without making noise. I hesitated, peering around the trees, wondering what I should do next. A giggle erupted behind me. I gasped in shock and spun around. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dr. Rita Jones “Well, that's a problem,” I said returning to the spot where I appeared on the shore of the wide river. My fears were confirmed. I was on an island in the middle of a river as broad as the Mississippi. The current flowed fierce and fast. I crouched down on the sandy shore, staring at the distant side, my futa-dick swaying before me. My dark toes dug into the pale soil as I pondered what to do. “I could swim it,” I said, talking to myself. I felt so alone and isolated. Why had Leanan Sidhe dropped me onto an island? I bet the other futas from Summer were entering the Lands of Change by now. I must have wasted an hour or two circumnavigating the island. What if we were at a disadvantage? What if they need me? “Why do you look so sad?” I gasped in fright, my heart almost exploding out of my chest. My round, ebony breasts heaved before me as I scrambled to my feet. But instead of standing, I tripped in my frightened haste and landed on my back on the soft, wet sand. A blue face appeared over mine, sea-green hair clinging wet to her delicate features. She had curious eyes, large breasts swaying before her, her fat nipples a darker shade of blue than her sapphire skin. She had feminine curves, all rippling and rolling like gentle waves. “Are you okay?” she asked me, her voice soft and melodic. “Yeah,” I said, my eyes sliding down her body to a hairless pussy. She didn't have a futa-dick like me or Leanan Sidhe, but thick pussy lips glistening wet. Her entire body had a sheen like she'd just gotten out of the river. “Good,” the fey, she had to be a fey, said, smiling. “I didn't mean to frighten you. I was just wondering why you were so sad. The Islet is a place of beauty and love.” “I need to get off of it so I can fight for Summer,” I said. “And...” I swallowed. It was such a stereotype. “I don't know how to swim that well. And it's so far to the bank.” “I can swim!” she said brightly. “I'm Naiad. I love to swim.” I blinked at hearing a name out of mythology. “Yeah, sure, why not? Naiad. That makes sense.” The fey smiled at me. “So, you can help me?” I asked. “Can you help me?” she asked back, shaking her hips. “What do you need?” I asked, my heart beating faster. “I don't have much to give.” “I think you have a lot to give.” Her hands shot down, grasping my ebony cock. “Ooh, you're so big. My pussy will love this cock. And I bet you have so much seed in your ovaries. So much goody-yummy girl-seed.” “You want my cum?” I asked. “It's magical. It heals people.” Her eyes widened in utter delight. Then she threw herself at me. “Yes, yes, give me your seed, and I'll get you across the river.” Before I could answer, she straddled me, her hot pussy, wetter than any cunt I had ever experienced, slid down my dick. I gasped, my eyes widening as her sloppy twat slid down my shaft. It felt like she had already fucked a dozen futas. But I didn't see any cum leaking out of her. It had to natural slickness. Her pussy juices flowed out of her, matting down my pubic hair as my futa-cock throbbed in her depths. “Do we have a deal?” she asked, a big smile on her lips. “Hell, yes!” I moaned. “Yay!” Her arms and legs wrapped tight about my body, pressing our breasts together. Her pillowy mounds felt so wonderful against my tits, our nipples pressing together. Tingles raced down to my futa-dick buried in her dripping cunt. Her mouth met mine, kissing me so hard, her eyes so bright. Then she rolled us hard to the right. I gasped in shock as we plunged into the water of the river. Its warm current engulfed us. We floated, her sea-green hair fanning around us as she pumped her hips up and down my dick. I wanted to panic, to freak out at being beneath the water, but her cunt felt so silky and hot on my cock. Pleasure rippled out of my shaft, making my twat clenched and my body tremble. She breathed into my mouth as she kissed me. The sweetest air filled my lungs. Bubbles exhaled out of my nose, rising around us as we tumbled through the water. My body spasmed in utter delight as we made love in a world of blue. I felt weightless, cocooned in warmth. Her pussy pumped up and down my dick. Her tongue danced in my mouth. I clutched her ass, squeezing her rump as she fucked me. She moaned her delight, breathing more and more ambrosia into my mouth, keeping me alive as we drifted through our underwater world. Sunlight played on the rippling surface. Beneath, beautiful coral grew at the bottom of the river, bright pinks, lilacs, and pastel blues abounded, forming such delicate shapes that passed us by as we reveled in ecstasy. I held her tight. My nipples kissed hers as our bodies heaved together. She kept pumping that wonderful pussy up and down my dick. Her hands stroked my back, fingernails biting into my flesh as she moaned her pleasure into our kiss. Breathing more life-giving air into my lungs. My futa-dick ached and throbbed in the embrace of her pussy. I shuddered, my tongue dueling with hers, lost to the passion. My hips thrust, meeting her pumping hips. She swiveled her hot cunt about my cock, shooting delight into the depths of my pussy. I wanted to scream out my rapture. My fingers clenched on her tight asshole. Our nipples rubbed together, kissing, caressing, shooting delight through my body, my pussy clenching. My pussy lips caressed by the warm current. It stroked them like naughty fingers, tingling my pussy lips. I loved it. A naughty idea popped into my mind as my fingers found Naiad's butt-crack. I grinned into our kiss, staring into her deep-sapphire eyes. Her pussy clenched as she felt my exploring digits brushed her asshole, circling her puckered opening. Something glittering in her eyes. Invitation. Her cunt tightened so hard on my dick as I shoved two fingers into her tight asshole. Her velvety bowels gripped my digit as she humped her snatch faster and faster up and down my girl-dick. The friction was incredible. The pleasure shuddered through me. My ovaries came closer and closer to cumming. Bubbles exploded from my nose as my orgasm built. I trembled in her embrace, buggering her asshole with my fingers, savoring the silky glide of her cunt on my clit-dick. My toes curled in the water, my legs spasming in delight. The pressure built in my ovaries. I jammed my fingers deep into her bowels. My dick thrust into her cunt's far reaches. Her silky embrace gripped every inch of my futa-cock. Pleasure surged down my shaft to my boiling twat. The water caressed my pussy lips, the final sensation that shot rapture through me. I erupted into her cunt. I moaned my pleasure as I filled the naughty fey-slut's snatch with my girl-cum. She bucked in my arms. Her bowels tightened about my exploring digits. Her pussy writhed in orgasmic delight about my spurting clit-dick. She milked my cock as we drifted through the water. We kissed so hard. She breathed so much life into my lungs as we thrashed beneath the river. Over and over, my cum fired out of my dick. I pumped her snatch full of my jizz. Giving her my seed. Was I breeding the fey? Would I have another daughter living in Faerie? Ecstasy drowned my mind. I shuddered, moaned. I didn't even notice the river washing us onto shore. I broke the kiss, screaming out my wordless ecstasy as her pussy milked out every bit of my cum from my girl-dick. “Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, you wonderful futa.” She stared down at me, drops of water glittering like diamonds as they ran down her blue skin. Her big tits swayed. “You gave me your seed.” “The sweetest payment ever,” I panted, trembling as her pussy's spasming died on my futa-dick. Then she kissed me again. She breathed into me. I shuddered, feeling something more than air entering me. Power. My body convulsed. I felt the water droplets on my body suddenly lift away. They danced around our squirming bodies then fell like rain upon us. “There,” she said. “A little gift for making me cum so hard. Something to help you, Champion of Summer.” “Thanks,” I breathed, trembling as Naiad rose off my futa-dick. Her pussy clenched tight, not letting a drop of my futa-cum escape her. Maybe she was full of other futas' jizz. That was why she felt so sloppy. She stored it in her. What a naughty creature. Then she dove into the water. I rose, looking around, and shivered. I was close to the Lands of Transition. The current had swept me far down the river while I writhed in her embrace. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kimberly “Kimmie” Miller I followed the Year's Divide river, feeling like a million bucks. I took down my teacher, Ms. Marcie. I kicked her ass. She thought she had me, but I showed her. I shivered in delight, remembering the pleasure of pumping my cum into her asshole. And then watching her vanish. No way Summer was losing this one. Not when I was on the team. I was a Pussycat. A kickass cheerleader. I would win this competition. I grinned, heading north down the river, spotting a forest ahead. I bet I could ambush one of those Winter whores in there. Ooh, I was eager to defeat another one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Officer Cindy Matheson “I am never getting to this fighting zone,” I complained, peering down across the unending sheet of ice I walked on. I'd trudged for what felt like hours, and still was marching across the frozen lake. The ice was so smooth like a mirror, reflecting the night sky. The moon still so low on the horizon. If I understood B correctly, it would have to be overhead for me to enter the Lands of Transition and kick those Summer futas' asses. “There has to be a faster way to travel?” I hissed, my toes flexing against the ice. It wasn't cold or even slick despite its mirror finish. I stared down at my reflection, my black hair framing my fierce face, my large breasts swaying. Another face, skin pale as milk, peered over my shoulder in the reflection, her expression curious. I jumped in fright, my heart exploding, the chill of adrenaline pumping through my veins. I whirled around, casting my gaze around for the owner of the face. Something zipped through the night sky, a trail of white vapor. A laugh giggled as it zoomed back down to the ground, landing before me. A figure appear, slender and girlish, skin pale, breasts budding mounds, hair sky-blue and constantly moving about her face like she stood in a breeze that didn't touch me though we stood only feet apart. Her head cocked to the side. “What would you give me?” I frowned at her. “Give you?” “You said you wished there was a faster way. What would you give me to get it?” She giggled and then zipped around me like a vast current of air, her body becoming a white streak. I spun around, spotted her standing behind me, her arms behind her back, her face leaning forward, such a mischievous look in her eyes. “Who are you?” I demanded, my dick throbbing at her form, so innocent and yet so whorish, on display as she moved closer. “I'm Sylph,” she grinned. “And I can get you to wherever you need to be. But what will you give me?” “Isn't it enough that I'm fighting for Winter?” I asked. She waved a dismissive hand. “I'm not a faerie. I don't care about Bean Sidhe's schemes. She thinks too much. Plans, plans, plans. Who needs those? It's more fun to just do things!” She stood right before me, rising on her tiptoes, pushing her face up into mine almost like a lover about to plant a kiss on my mouth. My thoughts turned to Marcie, my girlfriend. Was she fighting in the Lands of Transition right now? Did she need my help? “What do you want?” I asked. “What will you give me?” “What do I have to give?” I asked. “I'm naked.” “Hmm,” Sylph nodded. “What about your daughter.” “You want me to give you Amber?” I demanded. She nodded her head. “Her and me could play games forever and ever and ever! Dancing through the skies. I like playing pussy games.” “I'm not giving you my daughter,” I snarled. Not even to keep my futa-cock. “Hmm,” she said, tapping her foot. “I could...I could make you cum,” I said. “I could give you pleasure.” Her eyes brightened. “I like pleasure.” Her hips wiggled from side-to-side. “Do you know what pleasure I like the most?” “Having your small tits kissed?” “Nope,” she grinned. “I bet you'll never guess.” She spun around, her hips wiggling more, her cute rump dancing. “It's soooo naughty.” Naughty, eh? I flicked down her body, a grin growing on my lips. “You like having your asshole rimmed.” She gasped. “How did you know?” “Well, I happen to be the best ass licker in the world.” I leaned down, my big boobs swaying. “I tell you what, I lick your asshole and make you cum, then you fly me to the Lands of Transition.” “Deal,” she said. Then she whirled around, bent over, and grabbed her ankles. Her legs were spread wide, the cheeks of her butt parting just enough to expose the pink, puckered rosebud of her asshole. “Please, please, lick me!” I fell to my knees, a surge of depraved hunger spilling through me. I grabbed her butt-cheeks, parting them more. My futa-dick throbbed before me, thrusting between her legs. I breathed in, smelling the sweet musk of her pussy then the sour tang of her asshole. I pressed my face between the fey's butt-cheeks. I nuzzled against her sphincter. I rimmed her asshole, my tongue swiping across her backdoor. She let out such a cooing moan. Her body's wiggling smeared her asshole across my lips. “Ooh, yes, that's so nice, futa,” Sylph purred. “Officer Cindy,” I groaned. “Yes, yes, Officer Cindy, keep licking my asshole. You have to please me. I want to cum! I love cumming from ass play.” “Naughty slut,” I growled and locked my lips on her asshole, sucking. She squeaked in delight. Her butt-cheeks clenched on my face. I savored her sour musk, my tongue probing against her asshole. I caressed her tight ring then pressed against it. Her sphincter resisted, clenched so tight. But my tongue was persistent. I wiggled and worked and prodded. She let out a low groan as my tongue probed into her asshole. I reached into her velvety, sour sheath, swirling it around through her rectum. “That's so good!” she moaned. And then she proved how limber she was. Her hot mouth engulfed the tip of my dick. Bent over like she was, she could just reach it as it bobbed between her legs. I gasped in pleasure, swirling my tongue through her asshole as the sucking delight shot down to my pussy. It was such a shock, making me quiver. My hands dug into her butt-cheeks as rapture surged through my body. Her lips sealed tight about my cock. She sucked so hard, her tongue dancing across the crown of my dick. My pussy clenched. Juices flooded out of my cunt as I moaned into her asshole. I tongued her bowels, making her shake and wiggle. And moan about my dick. My fingers found her hot pussy as she sucked my dick. I stroked up and down her pussy lips, teasing her. Her juices dripped down my fingers. I found her little clit, massaging it. She whimpered, her bowels clenching down on my probing tongue. And she sucked so hard on my dick. Pleasure rippled through my body. My orgasm swelled so fast. Her mouth so hot. Her ass tasted so good. I frigged her clit and swirled my tongue through her velvety bowels. I made her tremble and moan. Winds swirled around us, caressing my body with frigid touches that sent exciting tingles racing to the tip of my futa-dick. Sylph's body trembled. Her asshole writhed about my tongue. She moaned so loudly about my futa-dick. I rubbed her clit as her juices squirted out of her pussy, anointing my big breasts. I groaned into her asshole, trembling, drinking in the pleasure of making her cum. My pussy clenched. My dick erupted. Hot cum spurted into Sylph's mouth. I probed my tongue deep into her velvety bowels as my body shuddered. Pleasure pulsed through me. Stars danced through my eyes. I shuddered, whimpered. Every blast of cum bathing my mind in ecstasy. I loved it. Sylph popped her mouth off my dick. She spun around on me while I trembled in the grip of my orgasm. She kissed me hard. She shoveled my own salty futa-cum into my mouth, mixing with the sour flavor her asshole. And then something poured into my mouth: energy. Winds howled around us. They swirled around us as I kissed Sylph, snowballing my cum back and forth with her. My eyes rolled back into my head. My hands gripped her slender shoulders as my orgasm peaked through me. “Mmm, that was wonderful,” Sylph moaned when we broke the kiss. “Thank you for that yummy cum. I gave you something special.” “What?” I asked, the wind still dancing around us. “Something useful,” she smiled. “The wind!” Then she hugged me and we soared into the air. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Becca Brittany I found the source of the giggling. It was a golden-skinned woman with hair the color of auburn leaves. She leaned against a massive oak tree, her fingers plunging over and over into her pussy. She kept laughing and cooing her delight. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Ooh, I'm going to cum so hard.” My dick throbbed and twitched. She didn't have a dick at all. She wasn't even human, let alone one of the Summer futas. She was a fey. My futa-cock throbbed. My pussy grew so wet as I watched her plunge her fingers into her pussy, her auburn thatch covered in juices. “I need to cum so badly.” Her eyes found mine. “Won't you make me cum?” She pulled out her fingers. “Please, please, please.” She licked her fingers. “I need something bigger than inside my pussy.” Lust shot through me. I didn't think, couldn't think. I just ran towards her across the carpet of leaves. I pinned her body against the tree trunk her breasts rubbing against mine. I kissed her on the mouth, tasting her honey-sweet pussy juices. And rammed my clit-dick into her snatch. The fey shuddered against me as I buried into her. Her pussy gripped mine. She giggled into our kiss, her body undulating. I pumped my hips hard, fucking my futa-cock over and over into her depths. Pleasure rippled through my body. “Oh, yes,” she purred, breaking the kiss. “Oh, yes, this is what I crave. I need the amazing Becca Brittany's futa-cock in me!” “You know who I am?” I gasped in shock, staring into her green eyes. They were such a deep color, like the shade of spring leaves. “Of course I do,” she whimpered. “You're the futa-reporter. You're famous.” I grinned at her, my hands sliding up her body as I fucked her hard against the tree, her silky snatch massaging my cock. “I am famous.” “Yes, you are,” she purred, humping against me. “Mmm, yes, just ram that girl-dick over and over into me. We're both going to cum so hard, aren't we?” “Yes, we are,” I groaned. The pleasure surged through me. It boiled through my ovaries. My moans sang out through the autumnal woods. “And who are you?” “Want to interview me?” the fey moaned, her thighs wrapping about my waist, gripping me so hard as I fucked her. “Yes,” I moaned. “I'm Dryad!” she breathed. “Ooh, yes, what a lovely cock. So good. You're going to make me cum so hard.” “Dryad,” I breathed, savoring it. I would write a best-selling novel about this. I would tell the world about my wild time in Faerie. How I won the contest and defeated those sluts of Summer. I wasn't giving up being the famous futa-reporter. “And what court do you serve?” I panted, our nipples kissing, her pussy squeezing down on my dick. “Neither!” she moaned. “I'm a wild fey.” She giggled. “Ooh, we're getting so wild now, aren't we, Becca?” “So wild,” I groaned. Pleasure rippled through me. Her pussy gripped my futa-cock so tight. I drove into her so hard as my hands cupped her breasts. I squeezed them. The tree rustled and groaned as I plowed into her. She squirmed against it, gasping out her rapture. I would make this slutty fey cum on my dick. I would make her howl and moan. She bucked against me, undulating her body, grinding her clit into my pubic bone every time I buried into her cunt. Her snatch tightened as I drew back, increasing the friction. I loved it. “Mmm, what reward are you going to give me?” I panted, remembering B mentioning Fey would give us gifts if we pleasured them. She gave me a wicked grin. Her arms stretched over her head, her tits jiggling in my hands as she undulated. “What type of gift would you like?” “Something to help me win,” I groaned, sliding my hands up her sides. Her pussy clenched in promise on my dick. I shuddered, my fingers stroking past her smooth armpits, utterly hairless. Then I worked up her smooth arms until my hands gripped hers, raised above our heads. I kissed her again, plowing hard into her, so eager for my reward. My orgasm built and built in me. My pussy dribbled juices down my thighs. I moaned into her mouth, my tongue dancing with hers, building us both to our explosion or rapture. I pumped away into her pussy. She whimpered, her snatch clenching down hard on my thrusting dick. The tree rustled overhead. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. She broke the kiss, howling, “Yes, yes, yes! I Love cumming!” “Good!” I snarled, lost to the pleasure of fucking her spasming pussy. I drove my dick hard and deep into her juicy snatch. “I'm going to cum so hard in you.” “Do it!” she howled. I slammed forward. As the branches seized my wrist, my dick erupted. I gasped, groaned. Pleasure fired through me as my cum pumped into Dryad's hot cunt. She moaned and whimpered. Her body thrashed. Her breasts heaved. Her spasming snatch milked out my seed as I swayed, the skeletal tree limbs gripping my wrists. I blinked through the pleasure, looking up and seeing my hands bound tight by the tree. “What?” “Mmm, such a good cum,” she purred as her body melted into the tree, her pussy sliding off my dick in the process. She vanished into the bark. “What's going on?” I shouted, shuddering, my heart screaming in my chest. I shook my wrist, but the tree held me fast. “Let me go!” “Well, well, well,” a voice said from behind me. “Looks like you got yourself into a predicament. Maybe I can help.” I threw a look over my shoulder. A brunette with a round face grinned at me. She was my daughter's age, her breasts youthful firm. She cocked her hip, her futa-dick swaying before her as a toothy grin spread across her lips. I didn't recognize her. I groaned. “Yep, I'm one of Summer's futas,” the girl said, stroking her dick. “I'm Kimmie! And you're that sexy Becca Brittany.” “Oh, no,” I groaned, twisting my wrists in the branches, but they held me tight. “And I am a big fan,” Kimmie grinned as she advanced. “I have wanted to fuck you ever since I became a futa.” “This is not fair!” I howled. “You bitch, Dryad! Let me go!” The tree giggled as Kimmie grabbed my large breast and ran her thumb across my nipple. I was so fucked. To be continued...

CHAPTER 2 - Dad Masturbates for Lisa. After the post orgasmic bliss begins to fade from Lisa, she speaks into her father’s chest, “Dad, do you masturbate?” she ask softly. Tom pauses for a moment, but again, he’s always been honest with her. “yes honey, I masturbate too.” “Is it as good for you?” she asks curiously. “Well probably. I do enjoy it. It’s really the closest thing to sex I’ve had. Lisa lies there still thinking. “So guys don’t have clit's, right? So how to guys do it?” she asks with an almost confused tone. “Well honey, you know that men have penises. Well typically those penises get hard when they are excited. Then they can wrap there hand around it and stroke it up and down…very much like it were to going in and out of a woman’s vagina.” He tries to explain. Lisa lies there trying to contemplate this. “It gets hard cause of the blood that flows into it, right?” She asks to confirm her understanding of the sex ed course. Impressed, Tom confirms with a smile, “Yes, that’s exactly right”. Lisa now finds herself looking down at her dad’s crotch as her rests on his chest. “Are you hard now?” she asks innocently. Tom feels a bit of embarrassment. “uhm, well, yes I am” staying with his honesty philosophy. “Was that cause I masturbated in front of you or you saw my, uhm pussy?” she ask using the term most of her classmates use. Tom takes a deep breath, “Uhm well yes. I hope you’re not creped out, honey, but watching a woman masturbate has always been a particular turn on for me.” He confesses to his young daughter. “It’s OK, dad” she tells him. “Do you need to masturbate now?” she asked again innocently. “I’ll take care of it later” he tells her. Lisa lifts her head off his chest and looks into his eyes. “You can do it now. I’d like to watch. I mean, well, I don’t fully understand and I want to know. I mean like they say men squirt stuff out, the sperm when they cum, is that right?” she fires questions at him. Tom can’t help but smile, “well yes that’s true, but honey, I’m not sure it would be good…” then he hesitates and thinks. “oh geez!” he exclaims in conflict with his honesty plan. “OK, but you cannot tell a soul you saw me do this” he tells her, knowing he really has nothing to worry about. “I know dad. Most kids my age can’t talk to their parents about this either and I know a lot of people would take this as bad, but I really don’t understand all of this stuff.” She says almost pleading. “I understand sweetie. OK, I’ll masturbate for you and try to explain the male parts to you as best I can” he finally relented. A bit reluctant, Tom hesitates for a moment then finally stands up and pushes down the lounge pants. His hard cock springs out, but is not seen by Lisa until he sits back down. But then, his 7 inch cock sticks straight up from his lap. He hears Lisa gasp as she sees her first cock and glances over at her. They both smile. “So that’s hard?” she asks, now more curious than concerned. “Yes, this is a hard-on or erection.” He answers truthfully. “How hard is it?” she asks, eyes and face going from his cock to his face. “See for yourself” he offers as there are just somethings that need to be experienced rather than explained. Lisa looks at his cock for a moment, then tentatively reaches out and runs one finger up and down its length. She then squeezes it between her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes and face turn to Tom’s face as she takes her hand back. “It’s both hard and soft at the same time” she says in wonderment. “Yes.” Tom agrees, “It’s filled with blood kind of like a water balloon.” He explains. “What’s that” she says pointing to the clear pre-cum that is now forming at the tip. Tom explains what it is and offers her to feel how slick it is, which she again does with her thumb and forefinger. “So the sperm is in this after you cum?” she confirms. “That’s right, honey.” “OK, masturbate. I want to see it squirt out”. Tom chuckles at her abruptness and then takes a deep breath. He’s very excited at this point, about to stroke his cock while his daughter watches intently, but at the same time, he nervous for the same reason. The only thing that comes close to watching a girl pleasure herself is being watched by a very interested girl pleasuring himself. He reaches down, wraps his hand around his cock and slowly begins to stroke the skin up and down his cock, eyes going back and forth between himself and his daughter watching him so intently. As the pre-cum builds up and runs down, he soon is past moving the skin and his hand is easily sliding up and down. This is the best way, he knows. Soon he reaches down and massages his balls, something that catches Lisa’s attention now too. She studies all his actions and anatomy. Tom knows he won’t last long, but tires to make it last as long as possible. He explains about the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside of his penis just below the head and how stimulating that area can really excite a man. He also explains how sensitive the head become after cumming and how massaging the testicles can add to a mans pleasure. He is able to keep it going for almost 5 minutes, but then he just can’t hold back any longer. His hand goes faster and faster. Soon his body begins to tense up as he feels it building in his balls and he lets Lisa know in gasps so she can be watching. His balls pull up to his body and soon he cries out as his hips thrust upward and his cum leaps from his cock, arcing in the air and landing on his chest and stomach. When he finally comes down, Lisa looks at him with a really huge smile. “Oh my god, dad, that was awesome!” she says eagerly. “This is the sperm then?” she asks dipping her finger into one of the puddles. Lisa is full of curiosity and examines the sperm on her fingers, feeling its slickness, tentatively sniffing it as Tom watches. “This is what made me.” She says in wonderment. “Yes, honey, that is what made you.” Tom confirms with a smile. Lisa examines it, looks over at the puddles on her dad’s chest, then down to his cock which is now soft and much smaller than when she first saw it. “Awww, it’s so cute when its small” she says, then as casually as if it were a finger, she reaches down and picks up his cock between her thumb and forefinger, turning it to see it from different angles. “It’s so soft now”, she observes looking up to Tom’s face. Tom smiles back warmly at his daughter. “Without all the blood in there it’s now like a deflated balloon.” He says with a chuckle. “And this is where the sperm is made?” she asks running her fingers over his balls. “That’s right. I guess you did learn something from that class.” He says. The setting seems so surreal. They had each just masturbated in front of each other and now his daughter was examining his privates so casually and he was allowing it and even encouraging it by casually responding to each of her questions. “This hole where the sperm shot out, is that where you pee from too?” she ask still holding his cock, turning her face towards his. “Yes, exactly.” He confirms. “Dad, you think I could watch you pee sometime? I mean, I know it may sound gross and all, but it, well, I don’t know, I just feel like I need to see it.” She rambles on. Tom chuckles a little, “Well honey, after we’ve just masturbated in front of the other, there is not much else to hide, is there?” He responds. This response causes something to click in her mind. It is true they had both done that. They were both still naked and Lisa felt oddly comfortable that way. She also feels oddly comfortable with her dad seeing her masturbate and she him. Instinctively, she knew it would not be the last encounter of this nature as did Tom. “Honey, can you run and get some paper towels so I can clean this up” Tom asks Lisa indicating the sperm still on his chest and stomach. Lisa smile, releases his cock finally and goes to the kitchen for some paper towels. She returns and begins to wipe him down, even to his cock again. She has quickly become comfortable with touching him there as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Oddly, Tom allows this and feels just as comfortable. /*************** chapters may be slow to come as I like to write them, then let them sit a day or two before reviewing and editing. Please be patient and there will be many chapters, but if you're in a hurry for them to have actual sex, you may get bored.

CHAPTER 2 - Dad Masturbates for Lisa. After the post orgasmic bliss begins to fade from Lisa, she speaks into her father’s chest, “Dad, do you masturbate?” she ask softly. Tom pauses for a moment, but again, he’s always been honest with her. “yes honey, I masturbate too.” “Is it as good for you?” she asks curiously. “Well probably. I do enjoy it. It’s really the closest thing to sex I’ve had. Lisa lies there still thinking. “So guys don’t have clit's, right? So how to guys do it?” she asks with an almost confused tone. “Well honey, you know that men have penises. Well typically those penises get hard when they are excited. Then they can wrap there hand around it and stroke it up and down…very much like it were to going in and out of a woman’s vagina.” He tries to explain. Lisa lies there trying to contemplate this. “It gets hard cause of the blood that flows into it, right?” She asks to confirm her understanding of the sex ed course. Impressed, Tom confirms with a smile, “Yes, that’s exactly right”. Lisa now finds herself looking down at her dad’s crotch as her rests on his chest. “Are you hard now?” she asks innocently. Tom feels a bit of embarrassment. “uhm, well, yes I am” staying with his honesty philosophy. “Was that cause I masturbated in front of you or you saw my, uhm pussy?” she ask using the term most of her classmates use. Tom takes a deep breath, “Uhm well yes. I hope you’re not creped out, honey, but watching a woman masturbate has always been a particular turn on for me.” He confesses to his young daughter. “It’s OK, dad” she tells him. “Do you need to masturbate now?” she asked again innocently. “I’ll take care of it later” he tells her. Lisa lifts her head off his chest and looks into his eyes. “You can do it now. I’d like to watch. I mean, well, I don’t fully understand and I want to know. I mean like they say men squirt stuff out, the sperm when they cum, is that right?” she fires questions at him. Tom can’t help but smile, “well yes that’s true, but honey, I’m not sure it would be good…” then he hesitates and thinks. “oh geez!” he exclaims in conflict with his honesty plan. “OK, but you cannot tell a soul you saw me do this” he tells her, knowing he really has nothing to worry about. “I know dad. Most kids my age can’t talk to their parents about this either and I know a lot of people would take this as bad, but I really don’t understand all of this stuff.” She says almost pleading. “I understand sweetie. OK, I’ll masturbate for you and try to explain the male parts to you as best I can” he finally relented. A bit reluctant, Tom hesitates for a moment then finally stands up and pushes down the lounge pants. His hard cock springs out, but is not seen by Lisa until he sits back down. But then, his 7 inch cock sticks straight up from his lap. He hears Lisa gasp as she sees her first cock and glances over at her. They both smile. “So that’s hard?” she asks, now more curious than concerned. “Yes, this is a hard-on or erection.” He answers truthfully. “How hard is it?” she asks, eyes and face going from his cock to his face. “See for yourself” he offers as there are just somethings that need to be experienced rather than explained. Lisa looks at his cock for a moment, then tentatively reaches out and runs one finger up and down its length. She then squeezes it between her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes and face turn to Tom’s face as she takes her hand back. “It’s both hard and soft at the same time” she says in wonderment. “Yes.” Tom agrees, “It’s filled with blood kind of like a water balloon.” He explains. “What’s that” she says pointing to the clear pre-cum that is now forming at the tip. Tom explains what it is and offers her to feel how slick it is, which she again does with her thumb and forefinger. “So the sperm is in this after you cum?” she confirms. “That’s right, honey.” “OK, masturbate. I want to see it squirt out”. Tom chuckles at her abruptness and then takes a deep breath. He’s very excited at this point, about to stroke his cock while his daughter watches intently, but at the same time, he nervous for the same reason. The only thing that comes close to watching a girl pleasure herself is being watched by a very interested girl pleasuring himself. He reaches down, wraps his hand around his cock and slowly begins to stroke the skin up and down his cock, eyes going back and forth between himself and his daughter watching him so intently. As the pre-cum builds up and runs down, he soon is past moving the skin and his hand is easily sliding up and down. This is the best way, he knows. Soon he reaches down and massages his balls, something that catches Lisa’s attention now too. She studies all his actions and anatomy. Tom knows he won’t last long, but tires to make it last as long as possible. He explains about the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside of his penis just below the head and how stimulating that area can really excite a man. He also explains how sensitive the head become after cumming and how massaging the testicles can add to a mans pleasure. He is able to keep it going for almost 5 minutes, but then he just can’t hold back any longer. His hand goes faster and faster. Soon his body begins to tense up as he feels it building in his balls and he lets Lisa know in gasps so she can be watching. His balls pull up to his body and soon he cries out as his hips thrust upward and his cum leaps from his cock, arcing in the air and landing on his chest and stomach. When he finally comes down, Lisa looks at him with a really huge smile. “Oh my god, dad, that was awesome!” she says eagerly. “This is the sperm then?” she asks dipping her finger into one of the puddles. Lisa is full of curiosity and examines the sperm on her fingers, feeling its slickness, tentatively sniffing it as Tom watches. “This is what made me.” She says in wonderment. “Yes, honey, that is what made you.” Tom confirms with a smile. Lisa examines it, looks over at the puddles on her dad’s chest, then down to his cock which is now soft and much smaller than when she first saw it. “Awww, it’s so cute when its small” she says, then as casually as if it were a finger, she reaches down and picks up his cock between her thumb and forefinger, turning it to see it from different angles. “It’s so soft now”, she observes looking up to Tom’s face. Tom smiles back warmly at his daughter. “Without all the blood in there it’s now like a deflated balloon.” He says with a chuckle. “And this is where the sperm is made?” she asks running her fingers over his balls. “That’s right. I guess you did learn something from that class.” He says. The setting seems so surreal. They had each just masturbated in front of each other and now his daughter was examining his privates so casually and he was allowing it and even encouraging it by casually responding to each of her questions. “This hole where the sperm shot out, is that where you pee from too?” she ask still holding his cock, turning her face towards his. “Yes, exactly.” He confirms. “Dad, you think I could watch you pee sometime? I mean, I know it may sound gross and all, but it, well, I don’t know, I just feel like I need to see it.” She rambles on. Tom chuckles a little, “Well honey, after we’ve just masturbated in front of the other, there is not much else to hide, is there?” He responds. This response causes something to click in her mind. It is true they had both done that. They were both still naked and Lisa felt oddly comfortable that way. She also feels oddly comfortable with her dad seeing her masturbate and she him. Instinctively, she knew it would not be the last encounter of this nature as did Tom. “Honey, can you run and get some paper towels so I can clean this up” Tom asks Lisa indicating the sperm still on his chest and stomach. Lisa smile, releases his cock finally and goes to the kitchen for some paper towels. She returns and begins to wipe him down, even to his cock again. She has quickly become comfortable with touching him there as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Oddly, Tom allows this and feels just as comfortable. /*************** chapters may be slow to come as I like to write them, then let them sit a day or two before reviewing and editing. Please be patient and there will be many chapters, but if you're in a hurry for them to have actual sex, you may get bored.

A SPECIAL BOND Long Weekend at the Lake ___________________________________ This is a work of fiction. Of fantasy. It’s called ‘My Right of Free Speech.’ If you do not approve of youngsters engaged in various sexual acts . . . or if you live in one of the God-forsaken States that bans possessing/reading such material . . then please, PLEASE, go someplace else. This is not some 4 page fuck/suck story. This story consists of almost 30 chapters! It has the main story, the back story, lots of detail, enough sex to satisfy almost everyone and some humor. It will be posted in multiple segments. Lastly, ‘A Special Bond’ is a Trilogy. ‘Long Weekend at the Lake’ is the second part and will be followed by the Prequel and finally by The Later Years. I’ve spell-checked and re-read the chapters multiple times. Yet I am sure there are spelling errors, grammatical problems and incorrect words. I don’t have an Editor! Just read and enjoy. Characters: Kathy Evans – Age 31 Aunt Karla Peters – Age 36 Rob Evans – Age 36 Uncle Tom Peters – Age 37 RJ Evans – Age 16 Ken Peters – Age 17 Kayla Evans – Age 15 Candace Peters – Age 14 Chapter 1 of 29 School had been out for the summer for weeks now. Robert Jr, or RJ as everyone called him, was starting to feel that edge of boredom. Certainly he had a whole group of school chums, most of who were on the High School Football Team with him. However, several of his buddies were gone on vacation with their parents and siblings. Those that were still in town had started to become a little repetitive to hang out with every day. Kayla had a gaggle of girlfriends and like most 15 year old teens seemed to spend an eternity on the phone talking to them. Kayla had just finished her freshman year while RJ had completed his sophomore year and he was looking forward to his Junior year and advancement to the Varsity Football Team. Kayla had blossomed into quite a beauty. She now stood over 5’6” tall and her wavy strawberry blond hair flowed below her shoulder blades and she had pale hazel eyes that seemed to change color with their surroundings. Puberty had come early, no it was more like puberty had arrived like a freight train, upon Kayla. From the age of 11 she started having periods, her hips flared out, her waist narrowed, her strawberry mane seemed to thicken and grow and inch a month, and her breast went from non-existent, to a ‘B’ cup at 12, and now a 34 ‘C’ at age 15. Kayla was not only tall, but athletically built from years of gymnastics, with legs that seemed to go up forever, 34 inch hips and a 21 inch waist. Her stomach was flat and toned, unlike many of the teen girls at Cheyenne High School who had flabby guts! Kayla’s mother, Kathy, as well as her Aunt Karla, were both natural blonds. Kayla’s father, Rob, had light red hair. The combination of her Mother and Father no doubt accounted for the beautiful head of strawberry blond hair Kayla had. It also gave her just a smattering of freckles about her face, and across her chest. Her father had always told her that freckles were “angel kisses”. RJ had blond hair like his mother and both he and his sister had very fair complexions. Shortly after his 16th birthday, RJ approached his father one afternoon. Rob Sr. worked long hours and commuted home on the weekends from Washington DC. RJ understood his father was often exhausted from his work-schedule, so he bided his time in approaching his father. “Dad, may I have a word with you” RJ asked as he approached his father while lounging on the patio one Saturday afternoon. “Sure RJ, what’s on your mind, son?” “Dad, I’ve been thinking that now that I have my driver’s licenses and all, well, I was thinking that I’d like to buy a car.” “Oh, you have, have you? You know RJ a car is a pretty expensive investment. What were you thinking about getting?” “Well Dad, I’m thinking that I’d like to get a pickup truck. That way I can have transportation, and if I find a job this summer while school is out, I’d have a truck for my job. I’ve been saving all my money for some time now . . .over two years, and I have about $3,500. I’d like to get a Toyota Tundra like your truck some day, but I know they cost a lot more then what I have right now . . so I figured I could find something older, and maybe smaller. What do you think Dad?” “Your mother had told me you were saving all your money, for some time now. But you are correct RJ in that you will have a hard time finding a reliable truck for $3,500. How about you let me think about it for a while, and I’ll talk to your Mom about it. OK?” “Sure Dad. Thanks for thinking it over for me.” RJ knew better than to press when his dad said ‘he’d think about it.’ To press his point further would result in a definite ‘No’! Late Sunday afternoon RJ and Kayla were watching TV in the Family Room when their parents returned from town. Nothing was said, and Kathy set about making dinner, while Rob got the barbecue fired up. The family sat down to dinner together and after a while, Rob cleared his throat. “RJ, your mom and I discussed what you approached me with yesterday . . . you know about buying a pickup truck. Well son, we don’t think you should be wasting your $3,500 on some truck that in all probability will be a piece of junk . . . which is about all you could get for that price.” RJ tried to mask his disappointment, but it showed through on his face. He put on a brave face never the less, and said “I understand, sir. Maybe after I save some more money we can talk about this again,” RJ questioned. “Well RJ, you Mom and I thought that we’d make you a proposition.” “What’s that sir?” “Before I tell you the proposition RJ, I haven’t seen your report card for end of year yet, how are your grades doing in school,” his dad questioned. “Doing good Dad, I have two ‘A’s and three ‘B’s” RJ reported in a chipper manner. Actually Kayla was a straight ‘A’ student but both Rob and Kathy knew that while school was harder for RJ, he worked at it very diligently. “Two ‘A’s and three ‘B’s is pretty good RJ . . . which one of those grades is your math grade?” “Math is one of the ‘B’s Dad” RJ reported. “Well son, I wish that math was one of the ‘A’s and I’d like you to try and bring that grade up for me next year. OK?” “Yes Sir, I’ll try . . but I have a hard time with Geometry Dad.” “Well RJ, those grades are certainly good enough for me to tell you our proposal. As I said your Mom and I don’t think you’ll get much of a truck for $3,500. So our proposal is, we’d like you to put that $3,500 in an account for your college. We’ll match the $3,500 in your college fund if you promise to keep putting your savings in the college fund from here on in.” RJ swallowed hard. “But Dad if I do that then I’ll never get the money for a car of my own!” “Oh, I guess I forgot to mention the part where I give you the key and the Pink Slip to what used to be my Toyota Tundra!” Rob passed the ignition keys to RJ attached to a new key fob. RJ didn’t know what to say. At first he was not sure he grasped what his Dad had just done. His father’s Toyota Tundra was beautiful, about 3 years old, jet black with crew cab and only had about 30,000 miles on it! Finding his voice, RJ finally said “But Dad, if you give me your truck, what are you going to drive when you’re home?” Rob grinned. You Mom and I just came home from the Toyota dealer, and MY brand new White Toyota Tundra is sitting in the driveway beside your truck!” Again RJ didn’t know what to say. Kayla however said “Kool. Daddy does this mean that when I get my driver’s license next year I can have Mom’s Mercedes?” “NO it certainly does not mean that Kayla . . . for what your mother’s Mercedes cost, you could buy a couple of Tundra’s. We’ll cross your bridge when we get to it.” At that, the whole family went out to the driveway to see Rob’s new truck, complete with all the options available, and for RJ to slide into what was now his new ride. “Hey big brother,” Kayla grinned, “take me for a ride in your new truck?” RJ looked questioningly at his dad, and then his mom. They just nodded and Kathy told her children not be gone too long as it was getting dark and she would worry. RJ gave his dad and mom a huge hug and thanked them profusely. Kayla ran into the house and grabbed her purse. As Kayla flew out of the house she slid into the passenger door of the truck and fastened her seatbelt. As RJ gingerly backed out of the driveway, Kathy loudly admonished RJ to drive carefully. As Kathy and Rob walked into the house, Katy lamented “I worry about them being out on the road, particularly at dusk.” “Relax honey, RJ took Driver’s Training and from what I’ve seen of his driving he seems to be very conscientious” Rob replied. With that, he slapped his wife’s ass to hurry her along inside! Chapter 2 of 29 “Where would you like to go ‘K’” which was RJ’s pet name for Kayla. “Let’s go down to our spot at Big Bend, down off Johnson Road” Kayla said to her brother with a wicked grin. Big Bend was a secluded spot along Johnson Creek that Kayla and RJ had discovered some time back. It was ‘their special place.’ They had been there many times to skinny dip and partake of other extracurricular activities! “You’re kidding ‘K’” RJ said. “Mom told us not to be long.” “Oh we won’t be very long” Kayla said with an evil look. Johnson road was two-lane and twisty. RJ kept his eyes glued to the road, carefully approaching each switchback in case there was a slow hay wagon just around the next corner. Kayla had slid over to the center of the seat, once they were out of visual range of both their parents and the general public, including any of their friends they might happen to pass. Kayla had pulled her blouse out of the skirt she wore and RJ was wondering what all the squirming about was for. Kayla reached her hands up behind her back and under her blouse and unclasped her bra. As only a girl can do, she then shrugged her shoulders and snaked her arms out of the bra straps, still under her blouse. Finally she reached up through and arm hole and withdrew the whole bra. Folding the bra Kayla placed it on the seat and for the first time RJ was fully aware of his sister’s actions. “Kayla, you are crazy – do you know that” RJ asked? “Crazy for you big brother” Kayla grinned. RJ reached the dirt turnoff on Johnson Road that wound its way to the spot they affectionately had named Big Bend. A spot where the creek widened inordinately, it had sandy beaches on both sides and huge overgrown Oak Trees hung over the creek itself extending out from the shores. The dirt path narrowed and as RJ carefully guided his new truck so as not to scratch the doors on an overhanging bushes, Kayla worked the buttons on her blouse such that it hung open to her waist, barely concealing her light pink areola and darker nipples. Excitement coursed through her, and her nipples stood erect like the erasers on a pencil. Big Bend was technically on Twin Peaks Ranch, through which Johnson Creek flowed. However, in all the times RJ and Kayla had come to this place, always on bikes before, they had never encountered another soul. RJ pulled into a wide spot at the end of the dirt path, and cut the engine. No sooner had he started to turn towards his sister, than she thrust herself into his arms and started kissing him wantonly. Conditioned mouths opened for one another and tongues started to swirl. As RJ returned his sister’s passionate kisses, instinctively his hand rose to her breast as it always did at these times. RJ’s hand found Kayla’s blouse already open and her ample and firm breasts exposed to his touch, absent her bra. Kayla finally came up for air as RJ rolled Kayla’s engorged nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing an involuntary shiver from his sister. “God I needed this RJ” Kayla whispered in his ear breathlessly. “My, aren’t you a horny little thing this evening” RJ teased her. “Damn right I am” Kayla said, “what with Daddy home for the weekend, we haven’t had sex since Friday afternoon!” “K, sometimes I think you are a nymphomaniac!” RJ continued to tease his sister, all the while fondling her wonderful tits. “Look who’s talking. I suppose you aren’t horny at all RJ?” Kayla leaned in and started planting kisses all over his face, increasing her sense of urgency. RJ ran his fee hand up his sister’s thigh and Kayla automatically spread her legs wider, urging her brother to touch her female treasure. RJ cupped her sex. “Jesus K, you’re absolutely dripping sex. What’s gotten into you tonight?” “What’s gotten into me is that I have thought about nothing else but you fucking me, for two days now!” RJ snaked his finger under the elastic of his sister’s panties and was greeted by a gooey mess. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so wet as you are now, sis” RJ again said. “God RJ, I want you to fuck me so bad . . . .but I’m mid cycle right now, and we don’t have any rubbers!” RJ knew his sister was right, they both understood the rules and understood they were inviolate. Still he had the urge to rip off her panties and pound his cock into her soppy pussy right this instant. RJ thrust two fingers into her swampy womanhood and there was so much sex-lube it made squishy sounds. “God Yes! RJ finger fuck me. Rub my clitty brother, I really need to get off!” RJ pushed his two fingers into his younger sister as far as they would go and started to rub Kayla’s most sensitive spot with his thumb. “YES . . . oh Jesus, RJ, . . . . I’m gonna cum so quick baby . . . . fuck, you make me so hot big brother . . .” RJ continued finger-fucking his sister through the leg-hole of her panties, Each time his fingers thrust, more girl-goo would ooze out making Kayla’s panties sodden. Kayla’s cries and moans were stifled only in that RJ had his mouth glued to hers and was busy plunging her mouth with his tongue. Each time RJ thrust his fingers in, Kayla would buck wildly on his hand. Suddenly Kayla pushed back, breaking the kiss. She let out a shrill scream and her whole body went rigid. Kayla grabbed RJ’s wrist and held it hard against her pelvis, pressed on RJs thumb with her clit with all her might. She was panting so hard, her whole body rigid, and focused on the volcano erupting in her loins, that RJ feared she would hyperventilate. After a minute, Kayla collapsed into a heap and tried to catch her breath. “You alright K?” RJ looked as his panting sister with concern. “No I’m not OK you fool” Kayla laughed, “I am in ecstasy! RJ, I just can’t imagine that there is another guy on the planet that can bring a girl off with their fingers . . . like you can.” With that Kayla struggled to sit up and again planted a very wet ‘thank-you’ kiss on her brothers lips. As Kayla started to try and straighten her dripping panties and skirt, RJ spun in his seat and looked like he was going to start the truck. “What are you doing, RJ? Hold on a minute” Kayla said to her brother. She then grasped the passenger door handle and leaped out of the truck. RJ thought that his sister needed to pee and was going to squat behind a bush. Instead, she raced around the truck and opened his driver’s side door. “Turn sideways big brother,” Kayla said, “turn-about is fair play.” As he did Kayla reached into his lap and began to unzip his pants. She had to be careful as RJ’s ample cock was straining at full erection against his blue jeans. “You don’t have to do that K,” RJ said. “Maybe I don’t, but I really want to. You just gave me a super orgasm and I love you so much, I want to make you feel good too” Kayla told her brother. “What I SHOULD do, is let you fuck me with that giant cock of yours RJ . . . . mid-cycle or not . . . . rubbers or no rubbers . . . . I really should let you dump your load in me!” “It’s OK sis . . . I really don’t mind waiting” RJ assured her. “No it’s not OK, RJ . . . .you’ll just wind up jacking-off later . . . I know you are very horny and we won’t be able to sleep together with Daddy home for the weekend. I’m so stupid, I don’t know why I didn’t think to grab some rubbers before we left” Kayla finished. Kayla had worked the zipper down on RJs Levis and had his cock free of his underwear. RJ had an unusual cock for a 16 year old, in that it was approaching 9 inches. They knew because he and Kayla had measured it once. They had a debate about whether you were supposed to measure a guy’s cock from the top, from tip to public bone, or on bottom from tip to ball-sack. RJ had assured his sister you were supposed to measure on the top. So, they had measured on the top and found it just short of 9 inches, and almost 2 1/4 inches around. Kayla had asked RJ if he was done growing his penis yet and RJ had said he wasn’t sure. Kayla was OK if he didn’t get any longer, as sometimes he would hurt her a little bit when he hit bottom. However, RJ said he would like to get thicker. Kayla said she didn’t know why boys were so concerned with their penis size, as she couldn’t believe that being thicker could provide her any greater pleasure that RJ gave her now. RJ told her that boys worry about size, for the same reason girls worry about how big their tits are gonna get! Once Kayla had RJs cock free of his underwear, she started to stroke him up and down, as she had a hundred times before. “RJ, don’t hold back . . we don’t have a lot of time and I want to make you feel good for tonight.” With that Kayla wrapped her lips around the head of RJs cock while she continued to stroke his shaft for all she was worth. RJ moaned as his sister’s warm lips engulfed his manhood. She had this technique of swirling her tongue all around his Glans, followed by a sudden and strong sucking sensation. This drove RJ mad every time she did this. RJ knew that at some point she would bite him. RJ had admonished his sister a hundred times not to nip at the head of his cock! Kayla always laughed and told him to ‘be a man about it . . . besides a little pain is good for you!’ Somehow, Kayla would sense when RJ was getting close. Perhaps it was the imperceptible (to him) swelling and widening of the head of his cock. At that point, just as RJ would be feeling the stirring in his balls, she would strike. She called it a ‘love bite’ . . . just a little nip, she would say. But to RJ’s engorged and ready to pop member, it would feel like a dragon had chomped down on him! Perhaps Kayla had some masochistic genes. Secretly, RJ had to admit to himself that although it was painful to have the head of one’s penis bitten, it only lasted a second and the heightened rush it gave him when he ejaculated was immense! Kayla practiced her technique and each time she sucked hard, RJ bucked his hips against his sister’s warm mouth. After just a few minutes, Kayla has him worked to a fever pitch. He wondered how she had become so excellent at this, as he knew for a fact that his sister had never performed this act with anyone but him. Suddenly he felt it, the stirring deep in his loins. The guttural urge to release. He bucked his hips and there it was . . .the painful nip on the head of his cock, which in turn sent him over the edge. RJ saw an explosion of stars as the combination of the painful bite and the surge of his semen created an exquisite orgasm for the 16 year old boy. RJ had another sexual oddity. He produced an unusual amount of seminal fluid. When he popped, squirt after squirt roped it way into his sister’s sucking mouth and down her throat. Kayla loved his taste and would love to drink his cum all day, if she could. After about 5 or 6 very strong ejaculations, followed by a couple of minor contractions RJ felt in his balls and prostate, he collapsed in a heap in the driver’s seat. Kayla licked him clean and stood upright now in the door. “So, big brother, was I a passable cock-sucker for you this evening?” “Kayla, you know I don’t like it when you call yourself a cock-sucker. But yes, you are one very accomplished person at oral sex!” RJ could only grin back at Kayla’s smile, knowing she had just given her brother . . . her lover . . . much pleasure this evening. Kayla walked around the truck, buttoning and tucking in her blouse to her skirt, and jumped in the passenger side. “We better be getting back” Kayla said, “mom will be getting worried. She told us not to be gone long.” RJ put the truck in reverse and carefully backed out of ‘their spot’ onto Johnson road. As he accelerated out of sight, 11 year old Penny Benjamin stood up from the spot where she had been crouched in the bushes. Penny was dressed in a two-piece bathing suit and she had a towel around her neck. The bottoms of her two piece suit were around her knees and she was furiously rubbing that ‘special spot’ she had recently discovered between her legs. She was there now, and felt the tightening in her tummy that signaled that ‘good feeling’ that rubbing her ’special spot’ always created. As Penny rubbed her clit furiously, suddenly there it was. She shuddered and became totally rigid as she pushed on her magic place. Her breathing was ragged and her chest had a deep flush to it. She had had yet another ‘good feeling’ as she called it. As Penny pulled her bathing suit up, she thought to herself, ‘I don’t know who those kids were, but I hope I can see them again some time!’ While Penny could not see what the boy in the truck had done to the girl, she certainly had a bird’s eye view of what the girl had done to the boy. She and her girlfriends had giggled about ‘blow jobs’, as her girlfriend called them, but she had never seen one before. It didn’t take RJ long to drive home. As he and Kayla entered the house through the garage they found their father sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper and their mother at the sink just finishing the dishes. Rob Evans didn’t look up from his paper but he asked his children “So, where did you two wind up going?” Kayla hated lying to her Daddy, but she couldn’t very well tell him where they had really been. So, she said the first thing that came to her mind. “Oh we just went and had some Ice Cream.” Kathy Evans was just turning from the sink to look at her daughter. As she did, she glanced up and down her daughter. Kathy reached out as Kayla passed, grasped Kayla’s wrist and simply said “come here honey,” pulling the teen girl toward the sink. It took Kathy all of 1 second to note that her daughter was not wearing a bra . . .and she was quite sure she had been when they left. Still grasping Kayla’s wrist, Kathy picked up a damp dishrag from the sink. Kathy had a bemused look on her face when she said to her daughter “looks like you got some of that ‘cream’ on your blouse honey!” Kayla’s eyes got huge and the expression on her face said ‘what are you doing, Mom?’ and gestured at her father with her eyes, as he sat, still reading the paper. Kathy still had a smirk on her face as she said to Kayla “I wasn’t sure it would cum . . .off.” Kathy had made a very slight pause between the word ‘cum’ and ‘off’ as she rubbed the glob of semen with the dishcloth. “Kayla, why don’t you put that blouse in the washer so it won’t stain, sweetie? Then you can go and take your shower.” Aside from the stain on the blouse, Kayla reeked of sex and Kathy could smell the girl. As Kathy released Kayla’s wrist, Kayla’s eyes were still wide. It was all Kathy could do not to burst into laughter. As Kayla exited the room, Rob sat there still reading the paper and totally unawares. A couple of minutes later, RJ reappeared in the kitchen. “where is K” he asked his mom. “She’s doing some laundry, why don’t you see if you can give her a hand RJ” “OK” he said cheerfully, and went in search of his sister. Bt the time RJ found Kayla, she was already in the shower. He was tempted to jump in with her, but that was way too risky with their father home. Sometime later, RJ entered Kayla’s bedroom and found her already propped up in bed, reading. “Going to bed early tonight K?” “Yea, I’m kind of tired tonight. I think you wore me out” she said with a wide grin. “RJ I need to tell you what happened when I came in from the garage earlier though.” Kayla then went on to explain to her brother that their mother had found a dollop of Cum on her blouse and made a show of cleaning it off. RJ just laughed. But Kayla said that she was quite sure their mother had been enjoying her discomfort with their dad in the room reading the newspaper. RJ leaned in and gave Kayla a big hug and a very warm goodnight kiss. “God, I hate not being able to sleep together when dad is home on the weekends” RJ said. “Daddy is off back to Washington in the morning. After he leaves why don’t you come in and surprise me? I love the way you wake me up” Kayla laughed out loud. RJ gave her a quick peck and said “see you in the morning. Love you little sis.” “I love you too big brother, g’nite.”

I'm Callie and I have a friend named Jeanette. We're best friends and have had a select few small arguments, but that's it. Her parents got divorced 3 years before I met her in high school just before we were Juniors. My dad died when I was little and I live with my mom. We all live in New Jersey, where Jeanette and I are both in college and inseparable. I'm 24 and she is 23, but she still lived with her dad John. He's 42, but looked more like 35 honestly, and I thought he was a little attractive to me anyway. I had a thing for him, but didn't wanna risk ruining my friendship with Jeanette, but I still managed to find out a couple details as were in her room doing some homework. "I notice that we're the only two females around here now. Is your dad not dating anymore?" I asked. "Well I guess not. I don't know if he has just stopped trying or what. I haven't heard about any plans he has with anyone. I suppose he could just be testing the waters. But I don't know why he wouldn't tell me though. On the other hand, if my mom wasn't the one, then I don't know if there is anyone else he'll wanna settle down with honestly," Jeanette replied. "OK then. I just noticed I guess, I mean not that I'm noisy or anything like that, slap me if I should just mind my own business," I said. "Yeah, I'm gonna slap you smart ass, and as if you are not noisy Callie. I know you are like the female Sherlock Holmes," Jeanette replied. "I don't mean this to be offensive, but bleep you," I said. "Well bleep you too," Jeanette replied. Then we both laughed and worked on our homework. I seriously debated quite a few times to tell her I had a thing for her dad, but still just decided not to. Anyway one Tuesday afternoon, I came over to visit, but she was nowhere to be found. Although I did find her dad sleeping on the couch. So as he was sound asleep, I had an idea. I came up to him and I got down on my knees. As you can imagine, having an idea and following through with it are 2 different things, so it took me a minute to go through with it. I very slowly started undoing his pants. Then I lifted up his boxers and took a quick peak at his cock. It was a really good size, I couldn't measure it of course, but it looked like 7 1/2 inches when it wasn't hard. I didn't touch it though, I didn't wanna risk him waking up. So I slowly buttoned his pants back up and I went to Jeanette's room. She showed up there about 20 minutes later. "Hey, sorry I'm late. Just fucking Brian, not literally of course. He canceled another date we had for tomorrow night. It wasn't even an expensive date either. We were gonna go to TGI Fridays or Applebees, but what the fuck ever right? Screw it," Jeanette said. "But did he give you any reason?" I asked. "Nothing specific, but I think his member might be entering some other girl's forest though, call me crazy," Jeanette replied. "OK then, he's a dumbass anyway, but that still sucks, I guess we should start working on homework," I said. "Yeah, but can I ask you something?" Jeanette asked. "Sure, shoot," I replied. "I know you and Andy broke up a few months ago. Did you two ever do the deed?" Jeanette asked. Then I blushed a little. I was not one to brag about my sex life, good or bad. "Yeah. On his birthday and a few more times after that. Why? You just need to hear some sex stories?" I asked. "Well something like that. I don't know if I'm just not attractive or what, but Brian just hasn't been all that interested I guess. I don't know any other explanation than him getting it from someone else. I mean I know I'm not a model, I only have B-cup breasts, but still. What's not to like?" Jeanette asked. We went on for a little while and she kept complaining about Brian. I know it's a friend's duty to listen to that kind of stuff, but the whole time I was just thinking about seeing her dad's dick. I was thinking about him ramming me and just having great passionate sex. Of course I couldn't tell her that, and she did notice I was just starring off into space though. "Callie are you listening?" Jeanette asked. Then I came back into reality. "Yes, I'm sorry. You were saying?" I asked. "Anyway, maybe I've just been too focused on sex and not waiting long enough. Now either he wants to wait because he cares about the relationship, or he's getting it from somewhere else," Jeanette replied. "Well, who knows? Do you have any real evidence for you to really suspect him cheating though? I mean like a bra or thong that belongs to someone else? Or anything else like that?" I asked. "No, but what should I think? I mean really?" Jeanette asked. "I don't know Jeanette," I replied. "I'm sorry Callie. I know I'm bitching up a storm, but I still gotta wonder what the hell is going on with him," Jeanette said. Then I gave her a hug and we did our homework again. After we were done, about an hour and a half later, I left and John was watching TV in the living room. "Oh hi Callie, when did you get here?" John asked. "Like an hour and 45 minutes ago. I was just doing some homework with Jeanette," I replied not looking at him. He noticed something was a little off with me. "Is everything alright Callie. You seem distracted or uneasy," John said. "Yes, and I'm fine. Just getting a little hungry I guess. And we just did a lot of homework, so I guess I'm just ready to eat Mr. Taylor," I replied. "Oh OK. Are you leaving now?" John asked. "Well I was planning on it, I gotta go home and eat dinner," I replied. "OK, well see you later then," John said. "See you later Mr. Taylor," I replied as I was walking. "You can call me John!" John yelled. "Will do now!" I yelled back. Then I left, I was just embarrassed I guess. Even though he had absolutely no idea about it, he did notice something was a little off though. So a few weeks went by, I got a couple more sneak peeks at his dick again. It was great to say the least, but one Wednesday afternoon, I came up to him once again as Jeanette was out most likely bitching at Brian. John was sleeping, so I came up to him once again as I was on my knees. "OK let's see it again," I whispered. By then it became easy you could imagine, so then I undid his pants again and this time I actually touched it. I just touched the sides with the tips of the fingers, and it was really nice. Even nicer than I had imagined, but unfortunately for me, that got me horny, it was unfortunate because when I'm horny, I press my luck on things. So I grabbed his dick in my hand. I very gently stroked it a little. I was just so turned on at that moment, I felt my pussy start to get wet. I closed my eyes for a minute as I was breathing in and out slowly, but then out of nowhere, I felt something touching my boobs and I opened them. "These are really nice Callie, I love C-cups," John said. "Oh holy shit Mr. Taylor," I replied as I got away from him. Then he leaned up, but didn't put it away. "You don't gotta be scared Callie, come over here," John said. Then I slowly came over to him and sat down with him. Then he slowly gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "So you were just curious like 8 times now?" John asked. I was shocked, did he really know about all those times? "You knew about all those times I looked at your cock?" I asked. "Yes, but it's nothing to be embarrassed about, I won't tell you if you don't. Although I can't say I've been with someone in their twenties since I was in my twenties. I had no idea that you were interested in me before a few weeks ago. So are you really interested, Callie?" John asked. Then I put my head down, but he gave me a hug. Then I gave him a kiss. I'd never been with an older guy, so this was gonna be good. "So how was that?" John asked. "Great, can I have another?" I asked. Then we kissed again as I started grabbing onto his nice dick. I began stroking it again and he actually was enjoying it. "Wow, you got some soft hands Callie," John said. Then I pressed my luck again. "Thank you, can I suck on it?" I asked. "Whatever you are comfortable with Callie, I don't mind," John replied. I wanted to do it for so long, I couldn't resist. So I got down on my knees on the floor and took his nicely sized dick into my mouth. I went back and forth very slowly for a minute and he was moaning softly as well. "Holy shit Callie, that feels good," John said. That made me even happier as if it was possible. He put his hands onto my head and made me take a little more of his dick, but not too much though. I sucked on a handful of dicks before, but his was the best. It was big, long and thick. Then he laid his head back and tried his best to hold his load. He said he never been with a younger girl, so it was first times for both of us. "Holy shit again Callie. All your boyfriends must have fucking loved you," John said. Then I stopped for a minute. "No, I don't think they loved me. I guess they didn't find me all that attractive. I think Jeanette has the same problem," I replied. "Well don't let it get you down, someone may come along and sway you off your feet," John said. Then I leaned up, gave him another kiss and then took his dick back into my mouth. I went as far down as I could. I went down probably 7 inches I think. I just couldn't take anymore of his nice dick though, but he still let out some nice moans. "Damn Callie, obviously you really wanted to fuck me. You wanted to fuck me badly, how can I say no to a sweet young thing like yourself?" John asked. I did want him badly. It was not just a bucket list item that may never happen. It was something I really wanted, and it was actually happening. He started leaning forward and put his hands onto my butt. He squeezed my butt cheeks through my pants. Then I leaned up and gave him another kiss as he put his hands onto my boobs again. "Are you comfortable with this?" John asked. "Yes," I replied as I stood up. "Are you sure?" John asked. "John, I want this, I wanna have sex with you John, just how you did with Jeanette's mom," I replied. "I won't shoot you down there my lady," John said. I began undressing right in front of him. I took my shirt off first and then my pants to build up anticipation "Would you like to take off my bra and underwear?" I asked. "Yes," John replied as he stood up and took off his pants and boxers completely. Then he took off my bra and then my underwear too. I took off his shirt once he was done. We both looked at each other completely naked. I don't know which one of us were more stunned, for the time being, I'd call it a draw. "Wow, you are absolutely stunning Callie," John said. "You don't look so bad yourself," I replied. Then he got a condom. I laid down on the couch as he put it on. He got on top of me and slowly inserted his dick into me. It felt amazing, even better than I thought about when I masturbated thinking of him. I always thought about him ramming me hard, really hard, like in the porno movies. "Yeah I like that John. Ram me please, do it hard," I said. Then he did start ramming me rather hard, and I couldn't help but moan rather loudly. "Oh shit John. That feels so damn good, please keep going like that, don't stop," I said. He laid a few more kisses on me. On my face and head. Then he leaned down some and started licking and sucking on my nipples as well. "And you got a fantastic rack Callie, perfect sized boobs too, you must make Jeanette jealous," John said. "Yes I do as matter of fact. She has seen me naked and said a few things," I replied. "No kidding, that's kinky, I like that," John said. We kissed again and he started ramming me rather hard yet again. I put my hands onto his ass and squeezed his ass cheeks. I liked that too. I felt my boobs pressing up against him. I had C-cup boobs, and they were pressing up against him nicely. Then we both wrapped our arms around each other as best we could. "Oh fuck me John. Fuck me really hard. Hard enough to make me scream," I said. "Ask, and you shall receive," John replied. Then he started ramming me so hard, that I seriously started screaming almost instantly. "Oh shit John. That feels so fucking good inside my wet pussy. Keep ramming me like there is absolutely no fucking tomorrow!" I screamed. Then he was thrusting his dick into my pussy as deep as far he possibly could. He made me moan louder than I had ever moaned before in my life. I was just screaming for over a minute. "We don't wanna attract any attention to ourselves. But it's good you are enjoying yourself," John said. "I'm fucking enjoying that huge cock inside me. I want that nice cock inside me forever," I replied. Then we both kissed each other yet again. Then we both started moaning very loudly. We both were about to have huge orgasms. Then he pulled out and took off the condom. He came on my stomach as I came all over the couch. Then of course we were breathing in and out very slowly. Then we both cuddled together on the couch. "Holy shit, that was good," John said. "You are telling me John. Wow," I replied. Then we kissed again. "Well I just don't think we should tell Jeanette though, I think she might be a little pissed off. And that's a understatement in every sense of the word," I said. "I think you are right Callie. When we do this again, we'll just have to make sure she is gone," John replied. "You wanna fuck me again?" I asked. "Yes. I haven't had sex that good since Jeanette's mom honestly, and she was just very freaky and kinky, but shit just happened I guess. Maybe I just got her pregnant too early. I love Jeanette, don't get me wrong, but who knows?" John asked. "I couldn't tell you that," I replied. Then we just cuddled for awhile. The whole time Jeanette was gone. We weren't sure where she was exactly, but as long as she wasn't there, I could cuddle with a guy that was over 15 years older than me completely naked. I was sure if she found out, she would just blow a gasket. "Well we should get dressed before Jeanette comes back," John said. "Yeah, you are right," I replied. Then we both got up and started getting dressed. We both wanted it to continue. The sex was absolutely amazing for both of us. So we did continue it. We'd fuck whenever we could, but we did have to be careful not to let Jeanette find out.

RAISING PETER, Chapter One (Learning about life) .************************************************************************************************************ This is a total work of fiction. The story includes incest bi-sexual, group sex, and water sports, among other things. If you are offended by any of these, this is not the story for you. If you’re reading just to make smart remarks about the errors in the story, save your time, they are there. I just do the best I can and try to improve with each story. To those who have given constructive criticism, thank you for your advice and your votes. ************************************************************************************************************* They always say the best place to start is at the beginning. For me, I guess that would be when I was about five years old. As I grow older and think back that was the first memories I can recall. From the title you may think this is a story about making a cock rise to full erection. This is true to a certain extent but it is more about my life. My name is Peter Bishop and I‘m the only child of Horace and Beverley Bishop. My Dad is the senior loan officer at the local branch of a large banking system. Mother is the manager of the woman’s department at the local department store, which is part of a worldwide chain. We lived in a nice house in a good neighborhood and with their combined income, money was never a problem. Mom and Dad were always neat, well dressed and made sure I was the also. They were always so polite, with a big hello and a hand shake for everyone. Only problem was, that was as far as it went, it was just a big front they put on. They had no close friends, almost never went our socially and I never saw any signs of love and affection between them or toward me. Now, don’t get me wrong, they were never mean or abusive to me. It was more as if I wasn’t even there. What made it even tougher, there were no other kids in my neighborhood, so I didn‘t have any close friends either. Growing up, my closest friend was our fifty-five -year-old neighbor, Mrs. Molly Wheeler. From the time, I was two months old until I was fourteen years old Ms. Molly was my babysitter while my parents worked In her younger days, Mrs. Molly was a schoolteacher. She went to a substitute after their first child was born and a stay-at-hone mother after the second child. Then there was a third and forth child. Her husband was the general manager of a large manufacturing company and his salary allowed her to stay home with the kids. All four graduated high school and collage, got jobs in other states and eventually all four were married and starting their own families. After the last child completed collage and all four had landed good jobs Mr. Wheeler retired and they looked forward to growing old together. Nine months after her retired, (four months before I was born), Mr. Wheeler died of a massive heart attack. After I was born, Mrs. Molly volunteered to baby-sit if Mom wanted to go back to work, I enjoyed my time with Mrs. Molly and I come to love her as if she were family. She was a very open minded, cheerful, loving person that showed me more attention in one day than my own Mom and Dad in fourteen years. Everything I knew about life I learned from Mrs. Molly. Of course, I have no memory of my infant years with Mrs. Molly. I guess my first memories was when I was about four or five years old. She would talk to me about things and explain things to me. If I had questions, she would take the time to answer them. When I was still too small to be left alone in a bathtub , she would draw us a tub of water and we would take our bath together. For a sixty + year old mother of four grown children she was still a nice looking woman. Even at my young age, I could see the difference between men and women. When I asked her questions about the difference in our bodies, she would explain in terms that I could understand. She told me, as I grew older, my body would go through many changes and that I should keep an open mind and welcome, not fear the changes. She also told me it wasn’t wrong for us to be naked and take our baths together but most people wouldn’t understand. She thought it would be better if I didn’t tell anyone. As I grew older, I found a lot of pleasure in rubbing my little wee-wee. Mrs. Molly told me I had reached the age when it would be safe for me to get in the tube alone. I always enjoyed that time, I would take plenty of time rubbing and stroking my little pee-wee. I had also found it quite exciting to rub my finger around my asshole. One day, when I was about eleven years old, I was in the tub pumping my growing cock and fingering my sensitive ass when I had the strange feeling come over me. My whole body was tingling and my legs were getting week and wobbly. Just as I though I was going to pass out, liquid come out of my pee hole. It scared the hell out of me and I started screaming. When Mrs. Molly come running into the bathroom I had one hand on my cock and one hand on the rim of the tub to steady myself. Small drops of the liquid were still dripping out of my pee hole. Mrs. Molly started laughing, “My little baby is on his way to becoming a man, you just ejaculated, you had your first orgasm. She was still smiling when she walked over to the tub, pulled my hand from my slightly softened cock. She gently washed my hand and then my entire genital area. She helped me out of the tub, dried me off. Then, still naked, she led me to the kitchen, set me down and began to explain what had just happen to me. After the first time, that became one of my main goals in life, to make my little cock CUM as much and as often as I could. About a month before my fourteenth birthday Mrs. Molly told Mom and Dad that she was going to sale her house and move to Texas to be near two of her children and three grandchildren. She told them she and I had talked about it and she was sure I was old enough and very capable of taking care of myself. Mom and Dad didn’t have much to say about it but they didn’t seem to disagree. I knew I would miss my good friend. We spent a lot of time during the last weeks talking about us and how life would be so different for both of us. She had some long talks with me about becoming a man. She was very open about sex, the fun, dangers and cautions I should be aware off. I really didn’t understand all that she was telling me at the time but I listened because I knew she had my best interest at heart. Her oldest son, John and youngest daughter, Becky was there the last week to help her pack everything and get ready to move. The moving van was loaded and on it’s way. Mrs. Molly was planning for then to spend their last night at a motel. The were going to go out to Rivers Edge, our town’s best restaurant. I was surprised and honored when they ask me to join them. I was even more surprised when we arrived at the restaurant and found a birthday cake and the staff came over and sang Happy Birthday to me. Before we left that night Mrs. Molly told me she would always think of me as part of her family and she hoped I would remember our years together. We were all crying by then and I assured her she would always be in my heart and on my mind. I was up early the next morning to be sure I was there when the three of them come by for a final good-by. I felt like I had lost my only friend in the world as I watched their car pull away from the curb and out of sight. A For Sale sign was placed in the yard that same day. The house was on the marked for almost a year. A crew would come by about every two weeks and mow the lawn and clean inside. It was a Friday in the middle of July. Mom and Dad had already left for work. I was in the kitchen cooking up one of my favorite, French toast and bacon when I heard all the commotion next door. I looked out the kitchen window and saw a van, with a trailer filled with mowers and other tools, in front of Mrs. Molly’s house. People were busy cutting grass, cleaning windows and getting everything spick and span. I saw a SOLD sign over the For Sale sign Next morning I heard the loud rumbling of a big truck. I hurried to the window to see what was happening. There was a large moving van parked at the curb next door and I could see a late model pick-up truck and an SUV parked in the driveway. I watched several men in coveralls moving furniture and boxes into the house. Then I saw a couple that looked to be about Mom and Dad’s age walk out to the truck and talked to a couple of the workers. I heart sank, “Another older couple” I thought as I watched them walk back to the house. I was just about to walk away from my window when the couple came back out of the house, followed closely by a boy and girl. My heart jumped for joy when I saw they both looked to be about my age. The four of them stood and talked to one of the workers for a couple of minutes. The man and woman walked back into the house but the boy and girl stood on the sidewalk, talking and looking around. I guess they were sizing up the neighborhood. When they turned sideways to me, I got a good profile of the girl. She was wearing a pair of very short shorts and a snug pullover top. Even from this distance, I could see a great set of breast and a bubble ass that looked like it was going to burst out of those tight shorts. I felt a little tingle in my cock and it started to stiffen a little. Without even thinking, I reached down and started rubbing my cock. A knock on my door snapped me back to reality. “Peter, are you awake?” Mom asked in her pleasant business tone. “Yes Mom, I’m up and getting dressed.” “Wear something nice, we have new neighbors and we need to go welcome them to our neighborhood.” I had seen our new neighbors in their simple shorts and shirts and I knew, as usual, we would be overdressed. I took a quick shower, shipped on a pair of dress slack and a dress shirt but no tie. When I got to the kitchen, Mom had bacon, eggs and toast ready. She and Dad were already dressed and event though it was Saturday Dad was dressed in a coat and tie and Mom was dressed in one of her fancy work dresses that always come about two to three inches below her knees. We ate a quick breakfast, and then the three of us walked next door to meet the new family. The four of them was walking out the front door just as we walked up. Dad made the interdictions, “Hello, I’m Horace Bishop; this is my wife Beverley and my son Peter. We’re your next-door neighbors and we just wanted to welcome you to our little neighborhood. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Alex Morgan and this is my wife Susan, our fifteen-year-old daughter Kay and our fourteen-year-old son James. It was easy to see there was quite a difference in the two families. Alex was about six feet, brown hair and eyes and in his shorts and t-shirt, he had that fit outdoor look about him. Susan was about the same height as Mom but she was wearing shorts that showed of a pair of very shapely legs and a sleeveless blouse that buttoned up the front. She had only one button fastened and a bowknot tied just below her nice 38-C cup breast. Her short blond hair just framed her face to make her bright blue eyes seem even brighter. Kay was a smaller version of her Mom except her blond hair was about shoulder length. When I looked at James, it was almost like looking at myself. We were about the same height, dirty blond hair and light blue eyes. James and I were the last to shake hands and he just held on and asked if I would like to help him move some of the thing to his room. Dad started to say something but Alex spoke up, “Hey, that’s a great idea if Horace and Beverley don’t mind. Dad just nodded then told Alex he and Mom would leave and let them get back to work. I followed James into the house. He found a couple of boxes in the den with his name on them, he grabbed one and I followed him with the other box. James had the room that I used when I stayed with Mrs. Molly. It looked different with his furniture and different drapes. The boxes we had were filled mostly with under shorts, knit golf shirts, t-shirts, and socks. I was handing the clothes to James and he putting them where he wanted then. Susan came to the door and told James to find me a shirt and pair of shorts so I didn’t mess up my nice clothes. James picked out a pair of shorts and a shirt about the same as he was wearing, then went to the closet and found me a pare of topsiders. He and I were so engrossed in our conversation that I forgot I was commando. I changed my shirt and without even thinking I had kicked my shoes off and had my pants down around my knees when the cool air hitting my exposed privates before I remembered I wasn’t wearing underwear. I was hoping James hadn’t noticed but I realized it was a little late, “Nice package there Pete, I’ll bet you have a lot of fun whacking that tool.” I could feel my face turning hot. I quickly put the shorts on and as I was pulling them up, I heard a female voice behind me, “Nice cheeks there new neighbor.” I quickly turned just in time to see Kay walking away from the door. I felt like my whole body was blushing. James laughed, “Lighten up Pete, I hope it don’t piss you off but your Mom and Dad seem a little up-tight and straight laced. You don’t seem to be like that and you’ll find we’re a very laid back, easy going family” “This wasn’t a very good first impression and I’m sorry for exposing myself like that,” I said. James laughed again, “Well, you sure impressed Kay and me and from the rise in your shorts, I would say you’re not too embarrassed.” James asked me if I would go to the den and pick up another box with his name on it. As I entered the den, I saw Susan bending over, looking through one of the boxes. “Where the hell is it at, I know it should be in this box.” One look at that full, heart shaped ass sticking in the air caused my sensitive cock to stand out even more. I adjusted my semi-erection so it wouldn’t be as noticeable, “Susan, can I help you find something” I startled her, causing her to jump as she turned to look at me. She didn’t stand up as our eyes met, then she looked down at the front of my shorts and smiled. “I was looking for the corkscrew, I thought it was in this box but I don’t seem to be able to find it, can you help me look for it Pete?” I saw another box with “Kitchen” written on the side of it. I opened the box and found the corkscrew stuck down in the corner. I handed it to her and she leaned over, hugged me, and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Pete, you’re a real sweetheart.” I could feel my face getting hot again and knew I was blushing a bright red. Susan called James and Kay as we walked to the kitchen. Alex was already there with the bottle of wine and a plate with crackers and cheese. Susan mixed fruit juices with the wine for us kits, then poured her and Alex a glass of wine. We set around the table, sipping our drinks, munching on the snacks and getting to know each other a little better. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. On my way back when I got close to the kitchen I could hear Alex and James talking. I didn’t think anything about it until I heard my name mentioned, and then I stopped and listened. “James, do you really trust him that much. I know you two seem to really hit it off but we have just met him today and that would be a lot of trust.” “I know Dad, I understand all that but there is just something about him. He is like the brother I never had and I really trust him.” Everyone was quite for a couple of seconds then Susan spoke up, “I really like him, and I don’t think he has much of a family life at home. Maybe we could just let him know he is welcome here any time and James can spend some time with him and see how things work out. Once our secret is out of the box, good or bad, it is out for ever.” I heard them all agree with Susan’s ides but it left me very confused. I knew they were talking about me but I had no idea what it all was about. I quietly backed up to the hallway, and then started walking with heavy steps through the den to be sure they could hear me coming. When I started to set back down Kay started laughing, “Did everything come out alright” Susan punched her to be quite and before I even realized what I was saying I come back with, “Yes it did, I kept a firm hand on everything.” This time Kay and I were both blushing but we all laughed about it. Alex slapped me on the back, “Hay Kido, I know we’ve worked you hard today and we still have a few more things we need to do. If it’s okay with your Mom and Dad, would you like to continue helping? Then if you know of a place close by, we will all go out to eat. I told him I was having fun and would love to help. I told them about a family restaurant near by that Mrs. Molly and I often went to and I thought they would enjoy it. Susan asked for our phone number then left the room to call Mom and Dad. She returned shortly with a big smile and thumbs up, “Your Dad said it would be fine and I told him it may be a little late when we got back and I asked if it would be okay for you to spend the night. James and I started taking the boxes to the different rooms while Alex, Susan and Kay put their things where they wanted them. We found four boxes marked for Kay. One was marked shoes, two was marked underwear and one was marked mixed. When we set the boxes down, James opened the one marked underwear. He pulled out a pair of very sheer bikini panties. He put both hands inside and held them up, “Gee sis, these sure are very small and thin,” he laughed. “Give me those, you would do anything to get into my paints, you fucking pervert’ Kay was laughing as she jerked the panties off James’ hands and stuffed then in a drawer. I knew I was blushing but I was also getting turned on thinking about how Kay would look in those panties.. Kay looked at me, “I guess you also want a pair of my panties to play with?” I immediately shot back, “Not unless it’s the ones you’re wearing right now.” I was expecting to get my blushing face slapped. Instead, Kay and James both laughed and Kay said, “Damn Pete, you’re bigger pervert than my brother. We worked a couple more hours, then Susan suggested we stops for the day. Susan told me James would have a change of cloths I could wear after our shower. James and I headed to his bedroom and Kay followed us up the stairs to her bedroom. Both bedrooms had it’s own bathroom with a shower. James started undressing as soon as we walked into his room. At first, I set down on the edge of the bed. James looked over at me and laughed, “You know the shower is big enough for both of us and your cock is bigger than mine, so if it don’t bother me, it shouldn’t bother you. We’re not gonna have time of jack off now anyhow. I had spent most of the day shocked and blushing but enjoying the hell out of it, so why should it change now. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped the shorts to the floor. As I fallowed James into the bathroom I was a little surprised that I was rock hard and bobbing up and down as I walked. As James reach in to turn the shower on, I saw his cock was as hard as mine.. I though about some of my talks with Mrs. Molly, how I would change as I grew older and the things I would encounter. With both of us in the shower together, it was impossible not to rub against each other from time to time. Once, when we were both turning in the shower our rigid cocks bumped together. We both blushed a little then laughed as James took his cock in hand like a saber, sticking my cock on either side. I wasn’t sure this was something we should be doing but it felt so good I was not about to stop him. When he stopped playing, he handed me a washcloth and asked me to wash his back. As soon as I was through with him, he took the cloth and return the favor. I had never had a male hand touch me before and I had mixed emotions about it but I didn’t want it to stop. We finished the shower, dried off and James picked out two sets of pants and shirts. They were the same style, just different colors. We dress and headed for the den. As we stepped into the hall, Kay’s door opened and she walked out at the same time. I stopped dead in my tracks and I could feel my mouth drop open. Kay had pulled her hair back in a French twist. She had added a little makeup and was wearing a tank top and skintight dungarees. She was beautiful. When our eyes met, I had a feeling run through my whole body that I had never felt before. Sexually, she was smoking hot but there was something else and I was not sure what it was. When James turned and walked down the hall, Kay handed me a tissue wrapped around something. As she walked in front of me I looker and saw it was a pair of her panties wrapped in the tissue. I inhaled quickly when I saw what I was holding. Kay looked over shoulder and laughed, “Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it.” As I started to stuff the panties in my pocket, I felt a little dampness. I took them back out and felt the crock. It was very damp and when I held it to my nose I could small the mixed odors of sweat, what I though might be urine and a kind of musky, sexy small. I found the dampest spot, put in my mouth, and sucked on it. It was like nothing I had ever tasted before but my brain and my cock told me loud and clear that I wanted more. We had a great dinner at the restaurant and we were all very tired by the time we arrived back at the Morgan’s house. We were all ready for bed. Susan asked me if I would have a problem sharing a bed with James. I told her we would be fine, that we would have plenty of room. I followed James up the stairs with Kay close behind me. Just as James walked into his room Kay call me, “Hey you, can I have them back now?” I knew what she was talking about, “No way, I’m keeping them for the time being.” She was smiling when she asked, “What are gonna do, sniff them while you jack off?” “I just might, that would be very hot.” Still smiling she said, “Just so you know, I pissed in them a little before I gave them to you.” “I know, I’ve already smelled and tasted. them” Kay didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds, and then she smiled again, “You are a dirty little pervert. I’ll try to save you another pair. Maybe I can soak them with a little more piss next time, you don’t need to tell me what you think of that, I can see it from here,” she laughed as she looked down at the bulge in the front of my pants. She turned and walked into her room, giving a little extra twist of the hips as she walked. When I walked into James’ room, he was already naked, stretched out on the bed, pump his very rigid cock. I was already way past anything I had experienced before and I saw no reason to stop now. I stripped and crawled in the bed next to James and started stroking my own cock. I watched as James spit on his fingers, pulled his legs back toward his chest and started rubbing his wet fingers over his asshole. He looked over at me and smiled, “Damn this feels good, do you ever finger fuck your asshole?” I was so nervous and excited, I couldn’t even speak, and I just nodded my head. I followed James’ lead, wetting my fingers and started rubbing them over my own asshole. Then I pushed my middle finger passed my sphincter and into my anal passage. I knew I wouldn’t last long and just before I shot my load, I heard James let out a long, loud moan. I looked over just in time to see a stream of hot cum shoot out of his hard cock and land on his stomach. Just as the next shot flew out I felt my first shot blast out of my own cock and landed on my chest. I was flowing like a river; I had never cum this much. It was covering my chest, stomach and was now slowly flowing down the back of my fist. I glanced over at James. He was fairly well covered in his own cum and he was looking at my cum soaked fist as it was still wrapped around my deflating cock. “Pete, do you ever eat your own cum” James asked as he continued to stare at my wet fist. “Hell no man, I’m not gay” shocked that he would even ask such a question. He laughed, “Neither am I but it dose make me hot to lick my cum. You should try it, no one will know but you and me if you do it,” I watched as he moved his hand to his mouth and made a show of licking his tongue over his fingers. He showed me the cum on his tongue, then swallowed. He smiled as he licked his lips as if it was the best thing he had ever put in his mouth. I held my hand up and looked at my cum coated fingers. I moved them closer to my mouth, still not sure this was something I wanted to do. James laughed again, “It’s not going to make you pregnant. By the way, I don’t think in terms of gay, bi-sexual or lesbian. I think of it more as sexual freedom. You should at least try it to see if you like, if you don’t you don’t have to do it again.” I moved my hand to my mouth and touched my fingers with my tongue. I rolled it around in my mouth, I looked at James and smiled as I licked my tongue across my fingers, showed him the cum on my tongue and swallowed. I thought back to some of my talks with Mrs., Molly about encountering new things and being bold enough to try them before I ruled them out. James surprised me again when he reached over and scoped up a large wad of cum off my stomach and sucked it into his mouth. My head was spinning, I was in a state of confusion and my cock was hard as a rock again. I didn’t even remember either of us moving but before I realized it, James and I had our tongues in each other’s mouth as we locked in a passionate kiss, When we broke the kiss, I started laughing. James gives me a very puzzled look. “I was really looking forward to my first kiss but I never expected it to be another guy.” “Fear not my friend, if you hang with this family, there will be lots of them from everyone, we hug and kiss a lot” James said as he jumped out of bed and headed to the shower with me following close behind. I had so much on my mind I was a little slow in falling asleep. Finally I drifted off and don’t thing I moved until James woke me the next morning. We dressed and started down to the kitchen. When James opened the bedroom door Kay was standing in the doorway across the hall. “Morning sis” James said as he walked on down the hall. When I started out of the room, Kay reached out and took me by the arm to stop me. She then pulled down on my chin, causing my mouth to open. She stuffed something in my mouth, I could tell it was another pair of her panties. They were much wetter and the taste was much stronger. She put her mouth up next to my ear and whispered, “Try sucking on them pervert, I just cum and pissed in them, nice and gooey,” I was even surprise at myself when I looked her dead in the eyes and bit down and sucked on the panties. Kay just looked at me, I thing a little in shock. Then she gives me a lingering kiss on the cheek and whispered, “Pete Morgan, I’m not sure what it is but you make me feel a little unusual. I asked, “Is that a good or a bad thing, “I’m not sure but as soon as I decide, I’ll let you know.” As I turned and started down the hall, Kay reached down and took my hand in hers. James was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. Alex joined as we walked through the den. We entered the kitchen together where Susan was busy at the stove cooking bacon and eggs. Alex walked over and gently kissed her in the lips, “Good morning my darling.” Then James and Kay followed with their kiss on the lips and, “Good morning Mom. I started to set down at the table, “Pete, didn’t you forget something?” Susan said in a very firm voice. I looked around and all eyes were on me. I walked over to the stove, put my arm around her shoulder and gave her a soft but lingering kiss on the mouth. “Good morning Mom and thanks for everything. “Kay, you’ve been up to your shits again haven’t you.” “Sorry about that Mom, I just couldn’t resist” Kay said with a big smile on her face. Suddenly it dawned on me that Susan could taste Kay on my lips as I kissed her. I felt my first blush of the day but I was sure, hanging out with this family, it would not be my last. After breakfast and the kitchen was cleaned, I told everyone I was going to go to my house for a short while but if they didn’t mind, I would be back shortly. No one said anything but Alex walked over to a desk, took a couple of keys out of a small box and handed them to me. “Pete, the only doors you’ll find locked in this house is the front and back door. Here are your keys to those doors so you can come and go as you please.” I tried to think of something to say but words failed me. Alex smiled and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked to the door. No need to say anything, just make your self at home. As I walked across the yards to my front door a thousand thoughts were bounding around in my head. I wished I had Mrs. Molly here to talk to. When I walked in the house, Dad was setting in the den looking at some papers and watching TV. I spoke as I walked through, he just grunted but never even looked at me. I walked on into the kitchen where Mom was taking dishes out of the dishwasher. I though of this morning greeting with Susan and thought I would try the same with Mom. Mom turned from the dishwasher with some cup and glasses in her hand. I was standing at the end of the table as she walked up in front of me; look at me, “Peter you need to move so I can get by to the cupboard. I just turned and walked out, heading for my bedroom. I did notice that Mom’s eyes were red like she had been crying. That just added to the questions and confusion. I set down on my bed and started reviewing all this in my mind. Why were my Mom and Dad always so distant and cold? Why couldn’t they be more like Alex and Susan? I thought about James and the two of us jacking off in front of each other and me licking up my own cum. I realized I was still holding the house keys Ales gave me. I reached in my pocket for my key ring with our house keys on it. When I pulled it out the pair of Kay’s panties I had stuffed in their earlier come out with the key ring. My cock was already stiffening a little just thinking about James and me. I lifted the crotch of Kay’s panties to my nose and I could still smell the combination of piss and pussy juice. My cock imminently went from half-mast to a throbbing, rock hard. I pulled Kay’s dirty panties in my mouth, pulled my cock out and start slowly pumping and I sucked on the crock of Kay’s panties. I jerked my pants down around my ankles, removed the panties from my mouth long enough to spit on the head of my cock, then the fingers of my other hand. With the panties back in my mouth, I laid back on the bed and started jacking my cock and fingering my asshole. It didn’t take long until I was shooting ropes of cum all over my chest and stomach. As I drained the last few drops of cum out of my softening cock, I removed the panties from my mouth, dipped them into my warm cum then put the panties back in my mouth. As I laid there catching my breath I started laughing, just thinking about how I must look, stretched out on my bed, my cum coated cock in one hand, a finger jammed up my ass and a pair of soiled panties in my mouth that belong to a girl I had known for less than two days. The main thing that made me laugh was the fact that it was all very exciting to me and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I would do this same thing and more. I knew I needed to talk to my old friend, Mrs. Molly. She would tell me the truth, was there something wrong with me or was this what life was really like outside of my little sheltered world. I had Mrs. Molly’s phone number and she had told me to call collect (this was before I had a cell phones) if I ever needed to talk with her. I told Mom I was going out for a few minutes. She didn’t even question where I was going. I walked down to the corner store where they had a phone booth. I dialed the operator and giver her the information. She held me on the line as she made the call. I heard a hello on the other end but it was Mrs. Molly’s youngest daughter, Becky who answered. When the operator told her it was a collect call from Peter Bishop, I was afraid she would refuse the charged. “Yes operator I’ll accept the charges….Mom, its Peter calling.” In just a couple of seconds I heard Mrs. Molly’s pleasant voice, “Hello Peter, is everything alright. I told her I hoped she wouldn’t be mad with me for calling but I needed to talk with her. I quickly filled her in on everything, meeting the new neighbors, jacking off with James, he and I kissing each other and me tasting my own cum, Kay giving me her dirty panties and what I did with them. I even told about overhearing all of them talking about a secret and if they could trust me enough to share it. Then I told her about everyone, including me kissing Susan on the mouth this morning. When I finally stopped talking Mrs. Molly was very quite for a few seconds then she told me, “Peter, please hold on for just a minute.” I could hear Mrs. Molly and her daughter talking but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. Then she was back on the phone, “Peter, over the years we have talked about a lot of things but there are some things I didn’t tell you but I’m going to tell you now. It is about what some call family love, open family or family sexually freedom.” As she started talking, I could hardly believe what she was telling me. She and her husband had raised their children in this way. When she first started baby-sitting me, they had all discussed if she should share this lifestyle with me. They decided that since I wasn’t blood kin it would not be safe to go that far with me. She had shared as much as she thought would be safe but never allowed me to have any real sexual contact with her or any of her family. She told me she thought that was the big Morgan family’s secret. If they liked me and learn to trust me, more doors would be opened too me and I would need to decide if this was what I wanted or not. I should always remember, it’s a secret I would have to keep forever. If the wrong people found out what was going on, it could cause many problems, maybe even going to jail. “Mrs. Molly, can I ask you a very personal question?” “Of course you can Peter, you can ask me anything.” “At your age, do you still have sex?” Mrs. Molly started laughing and I could hear her talking to daughter. “Hello Peter, this is Becky, Mom’s youngest daughter, I hope you remember me. The answer to your question is YES, Mom still has sex. As a matter of face my husband, David, says she still gives the best blowjob of anyone in the family and just so you know, you are now part of our love family, so hopefully you’ll get to judge for yourself some day. Mrs. Molly come back on phone, she was still laughing. “I love you Peter and as long as I live I’ll always be here for you. I think I’m right about the Morgan’s and I think you’ll fit right in. Give it some time and just let it happen.

This is a story about something simply beautiful between a mother and her son. It was a hot summer day; the heat seemed to knock the air of you when you walked outside. I naturally was outside laying by the pool in our back yard. Now, I have always considered myself a beautiful woman for 43 years old. I have had many men tell me so through the years. I am 5'3” tall and I weigh about 125 pounds. I have long curly naturally red hair, and I have 32C bust. No, not the biggest breasts in the world but they are proportionate to the rest of me. Now back to my story. I have been divorced for nearly ten years now and I have a twenty year old son who would rather live with me than live with his father and his twenty-four year old girlfriend. We have always managed to get along the two of us; never had any bad arguments or anything, and he was always able to speak to me about things that normally his father would have taken care of; such as girls and kissing and things of that nature. I knew many years ago that Daniel had been masturbating when he thought I wasn't around. I would often find that his underwear would have many cum stains on them. Of course this never bothered me; after all I know that young men have needs just as anyone does. There was only one instance before the one I am about to tell that I caught Daniel jerking-off. He was thirteen at the time and I could hear a strange sound coming from his room, so I ran upstairs to see what was wrong. When I opened the door Daniel was at his computer watching porn with headphones on so I couldn't hear it. I could see that he had one hand on the mouse and the other tugging his shaft very ferociously. Without a sound I turned around and left him to his business. I can remember have a small smile come across my face as I left his room that day, and ever since then I have tried to knock before I came into his room. He was nearly grown now an adult legally, but to me he would always be my little boy. The thought of him growing up and leaving soon saddened me, leaving me to be alone in this big house. Of course I would think about my friends keeping me company and this would lighten my mood somewhat. Now as I was saying I was laying by the pool tanning when Daniel came sneaking up to me and yelled BOO! Right behind my ear. I jumped up off the towel he scared me so bad. When I did this my bikini top popped right off. All I could do was try to cover them with my forearm and race for the top. “Damn it Daniel how many times have I told you not to do that,” I said. “Wow, sorry Mom I didn't for that to happen. I just thought you would jump a little that’s all” “Well...you scared me half to death; now turn around so I can put my top back on” “Alright, alright mom,” he laughed (I would be lying if I told you that I was not upset at, but I am also really quick to forget about it and just go on with the day.) After I got my top back on I turned around and gave Daniel a hug and said, “Its okay baby, I was just in deep thought.” As I pushed up against him for the hug I could that he had an erection as it was poking me in my stomach. It took me off guard a little when it happened but I played it off like I didn't notice anything. The rest of the day was nearly perfect. I had finished tanning and started preparing dinner, just as I finishing setting out the plates Daniel came running down stairs and sat down at the table. “Hey mom. What's for dinner?” “I made a Cesar salad and some baked Tilapia” “Sounds good. Is it ready yet?” “Almost just waiting for the Tilapia to finish up.” We both just sat there for a few minutes not talking just looking around the kitchen as if we were playing a finding game. I finally broke the silence with: “So have been talking to any girls lately, I know I haven't seen anyone since ummm Jennifer was around” “No I haven't talked to any in a couple week actually and, and Jennifer was just fucking crazy” “DANIEL!!! I can't believe you would talk like that in front of me” “Mom...I am twenty years old I think I can talk like an adult in front of you. After all you do it too.” He's right I have been known to curse like a drunken sailor at times. “You're right baby I'm sorry. Now what made her so 'fucking crazy'” I made sure to emphasize the phrase. “Well, we had only been dating for about a month and she was already talking about kids and marriage and I just really didn't want that, I still don't. I just want to be wild and free for while” “I can understand that baby your young and handsome, I am sure you just want to go screw a few women have your fun.” I knew the second the words came out of my mouth that I had messed up. “MOM!” “Ohhh sorry Daniel I just know you’re at that age where sex is constantly on your mind and as a guy you just want to well...hump every woman that moves.” “Well yeah but I didn't think I would discuss that with you.” “What is your mother not hip and cool enough to talk to you like a friend?” “No, you are the coolest mom but it’s just a little creepy I guess thinking about you thinking of me having sex” “I guess it is kind of weird, but if you ever want to talk about it you know I will listen” “Well I would like to talk about something if you have time now” DING! The timer on the stove went off and I asked Daniel if it could wait til after dinner. He said that it was fine. We sat there quietly again while we finished our meal. After dinner we went to the living room and sat on the couch. “So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked. “Well it's a little embarrassing for me to admit.” “It's okay baby you can tell me. After all I used to change your diapers now what’s more embarrassing than that.” “MOM! God your right that IS embarrassing, but this is too.” “Well just go on with it then” “Okay, I have been having a lot of...dirty thoughts here lately about doing stuff” Of course I knew what he was talking about; he had been having sexual urges and desires; all of which are perfectly understandable. For some reason though I got curious as to what EXACTLY he had been thinking about. “About what?” I asked in my best nonchalant voice. “I don't know things like sex, and blowjobs, and hanjobs, and cumming in a girl’s mouth and...” At this point he must have looked at me, and I can only imagine what I must have looked like because he just froze and turned breaking eye contact and he tilted his head down the way a dog does after being hit with the newspaper for shitting on the carpet. I sat froze for what seemed like several minutes, just in pure shock that my son would confess such a thing to me. I quickly gained my composure, I opened my mouth to talk but he beat me to it. “Mom, I'm sorry I even mentioned it, I just thought you could help me with my feelings you know.” Help him with his feelings? What did he mean by that I wondered? “No Daniel, I am sorry you can always be open with me. You just kind of caught me off guard there a little. Now how do you thing I can 'help' you with this” “I da know, maybe give some advice on how to get the thought out of my head all the time.” “Well son, every time you start feeling this way just go.....you know....take care of it.” “Mom if you're talking about jerking-off, then I should say that I do but it doesn't last very long the thoughts just come right back” 'I hate to ask honey, but are you a virgin?” “Yes and No I guess Jennifer used to blow me I would eat her out but that’s as far as it ever got” I couldn't believe what my son and I were talking about, it was wrong in way, but at the same time I was just helping him out by giving him some advice. Yet something deep down inside of started to awaken, like a mighty beast that had sat dormant in my loins for the last twenty years. I could feel it boiling up my legs...and I even could feel my pussy give a little cry for attention. I didn't know what was happening to me. It almost felt as if my son’s story was turning me on. The beast purred announcing that it was now fully awake. “Ohh...really?” “Yeah...Mom I am just going to stop now okay, we can talk about it some other time.” At that moment Daniel sprang from the seat and nearly sprinted up stairs to his room. I sat motionless on the couch deep in thought. “What did he mean by help? How many times did the do that stuff?” I wonder how big his cock is.” I stopped myself right there, how could a mother think things like that about her only son...”It felt pretty big when it was poking me this morning”... “NO, STOP!” I said to aloud. I'm just going to go take a shower and ease my mind. I went to the linen closet and got a towel and my robe and started upstairs to the shower. I got the water nice and hot just the way I liked it and climbed in. The hot rush of water was nice for relieving me of my thoughts, but I just couldn't help but thing about the way it poked at me at the pool side earlier. “I bet he's at least 7 inches or better and as thick as a banana.” Just as the thought crossed my mind the beast lunged forward inside me and I felt my pussy get very wet and warm deep inside. I couldn't help myself I instantly reached my hand down to my nearly bald pussy. (I only had a small landing strip of hair) I began to rub my clit back and forth flicking and teasing for a while and slowly making small circles around it. I keep rubbing it and then I sunk my middle and ring fingers deep inside me and played with my g-spot making the come hither motion over and over and harder. I let my other hand make its way to my left nipple and squeezed it hard. I rolled it and pinched with my thumb and index finger. I could feel that I was about to burst. I keep up the pace on my g-spot I could feel it coming, I released my fingers just in time to shoot my cum all over the front of the shower. I almost buckled when I came so intensely. I hadn't had an orgasm like that since my early thirties. I licked my fingers, tasting my cum on as I cleaned them. I finally came around and finished washing myself. I turned off the shower and when I flung open the curtain there sat Daniel on the toilet completely naked with a very impressive erection in his hands. I just stood there in shock as my son jerked-off in front of me. “DANIEL!!! What are you doing?” I tried to sound angry but after the amazing orgasm I just had I couldn't muster the attitude. “Ohh mom I could hear you moaning all the way in my room. I sneaked in and watched you make yourself cum.” Now the entire time he was talking he never stopped rubbing his throbbing cock. I must admit that I couldn't keep my eyes off his manhood. “Well....what gives you the...Can you stop doing that Daniel?” “I don't think so Mom I too far gone now, I have to finish,” he said now stroking harder and faster. At this point my pussy had made up my mind for me all I could do was stare at my son as he tugged on his meat. I felt a smile come across my lips as I said “Well...if you must I guess.” As I said this Daniels face lit up as if he had just gotten his favorite video game for Christmas. He began to jerk-off even harder now. I felt my pussy get wet again as I sat there naked watching my son pleases himself to me. I absentmindedly reached down and stopped his hand and eagerly took its place. I started slowly going up and down on his seven inch shaft and got faster and faster. Daniel had leaned his head back against the wall and was in pure ecstasy. I stopped jerking him off and go to my knees in front of him. I slowly ran a finger from the tip of his purple head down his balls and touched his ass hole lightly. I licked his tube slowly up until I reached the top. I then let him enter my eager mouth and I eased my way down his hard cock making sure to get it really wet. “Oh my god mom, that feels so fucking good” “Mmmmmmmm is all I could say with such a large cock in my mouth. He tasted so good, it had been at least three years since I had had a dick in mouth and I loved every second of it. I continued to go up and down up and down on my son’s large dick, I would go fast then slow I would suck on the tip and lick his slit. I felt Daniels had reach done my front as he played with my tits as best he could from that angle. I stared going faster now; I had his cock good and wet. I let it go all the way in my throat until my chin was rubbing his balls. I could feel him starting to swell knowing all too well what about to happen I pulled him out of my mouth and started jerking him again. “Baby,” I said. “I want you to cum for baby; I want you to cum for Mommy.” “I am Mom I'm going too I'm...I'm...OHHHH MOMMMMMMM!!!” I let him come all over my face and in my mouth. Load after load of hot cum spewed out of his cock and landed in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could the rest went to my face, hair, and tits. After he finished we just sat there, I had put my head in his lap, my face still covered in his cum. I was so happy and I didn't fully understand why at the time. I knew what we had done was wrong, but at the same time it felt right. I looked up my beautiful handsome son, he grabbed a towel and wiped his juices off my face and leaned in pulling my face towards his and gave me a long passionate kiss as one expects from a lover. He told after he had caught his breath that, “Mom I love you very much but next time lets go to your bedroom, my neck is killing me.” We both laughed. I didn't care anymore however long this was going to last, I was going to” make every second count. “Baby next time I'm going to show you things that you will never forget. And we again began to kiss each other.

My name is Jeanette, some have said I'm pretty and I consider myself sort of popular, at least among my freshman class. I was 5'4" and weighed about 90 pounds my breasts were only a-cups, my favorite features on me are my firm butt and athletic legs. I joined the flag team at our high school. It was the end of freshmen year and a lot of the older boys were inviting me to their prom. I liked boys, but so far I hadn't accepted any offers. I just thought all these boys just wanted to be the first to pop my cherry. I'm sure I'm probably right. My father wasn't the richest man in town but he was up there. Our family was well known in town, my dad always hosted a party around Christmas time and invited just about everyone who was anyone in town. Now I was focused on school. Mr.C's class was hard for me. Not that I was bad at math, I just didn't like it and not turning in home work in his class most the year was catching up to me. My grades were low and I needed to pass. I did not want to start next year in freshman geometry or retake it during summer school! This class was even harder because I had a crush on Mr.C. So hard to focus on what he was saying about shapes when the only shapes I saw where his strong arms and legs. Not to mention the bulge in his pants. He always had a bulge. "It's a sock," my friend, tommy whispered. We had three classes together. He knew about my crush and knew where I was looking now. I shoved him, then pointed to Mr.C's feet, "big feet." All the girls on the flag team joked about boys with big feet having big dicks. I had asked Tommy about it, once. He said it was bullshit but he had small feet. He wouldn't say how big his dick was either. "Jeanette!" A voice snapped. I looked up and MrC was looking right at me. Oh crap, what did I miss. "Jeanette, I need to speak with you after class." He said, turning back to the chalk board. The other kids giggled at me and snickered. Tommy made gestures like MrC and I were going to make out. I slapped his hand. I needed to listen and focus. I met up with my friends Cynthia and Aida after school and we walked home together. The four of us were best friends Cynthia and Aida were a little closer, I always thought it was because so many people thought they were sisters. They had known each other longer so it didn't bother me. I had known Tommy longer then them, we were three years old when our parents started arranging play dates for us. He practically lived next door to me. Tommy and I lived the farthest so in the end it was just us. "So did MrC kiss you after class?" Tommy teased. "Oh yeah then he slipped me his big dick!" I joked. Tommy didn't like that. "You wouldn't know a big dick if you saw one!" "Maybe, show me yours and I'll tell you if its big." I don't know what was getting into me, teasing my friend like this. I thought Tommy liked me, like all the other boys. He looked at me seriously, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I was sure he was messing with me, "fine. In your room." I said walking up to his house. Any minute he's going to stop and say no way. He opened the door and let me in. I walked down through his living room to the hall and looked back. He was right behind me. His mom traveled for her work and was rarely home. His dad worked until 5:30 sometimes later during the week but he was really good about spending time with Tommy on the weekends. I reached his door, he walked right in. Fine. He wants to play this out, I'll not be the one to chicken out. I closed the door behind me. "Well, let me see it!" I taunted. "Together!" He said. He unfastening his button and zipper. Oh crap, he was serious! I saw a smile on his face. If I backed down, he'd never let me live it down now. And if I did it... He'd be the first boy in school to see mine! He just waited, watching me. Holding his pants up with both hands. "If we really do this we can never tell anyone! I mean it Tommy." His smile got bigger. "Promise me! We are just looking, no touching!" I emphasized. "Ok, I promise. I won't tell a soul." He swore. "Now let's see it. 3..." I put my fingers in my waist to pull my leggings and panties down. "2..." I was nervous what would he think of mine? What was his like? He was right I really wouldn't know if it was big or small I'd never seen one before. "1!" He declared. I saw him dropping his pants so I yanked mine down too. Out of his pants and underwear flopped his penis. "That looks really big Tommy! There is no way that would fit in here." I couldn't believe it. The thing was big. I expected a penis to be like a pencil this was like a cucumber. Guess a guy's feet had nothing to do with his size. He leaned forward, "well this isn't fair, all I see is a little slit. Can you show me the rest of it?" I looked at myself, I trimmed the hairs that were growing down there because it looked gross to me. I don't like body hair on me to I shave my whole body, legs, arms, private, everything but my head. He could see all of it. What more did he want? "That's all of it, idiot!" I was getting upset. Here I was bearing my pussy to my friend and he said it wasn't enough! He was the first boy since my dad when I was little to see this! "Ok, ok. But where is the hole? Where am I supposed to put this in?" He indicated his large cucumber that was now pointing a little upward. "Ugh!" I grunted in frustration. I pulled my leggings and panties off my feet and sat on his bed with my legs open. He walked around to look between them. "First of all, you are not putting it anywhere." "There?" He asked pointing down ignoring me. "What!? No, that's my asshole! Don't ever even think of putting it there! Ew!" I yelled. Looking down at myself I understood what he meant. My labia were closed tight, he couldn't see my vagina in there. He had never seen this before. That made me calm down a little. "Here, you put it here." I said opening my lips so he could see my teen hole. He leaned closer to inspect it. Nodding a little then stood up, close between my legs. His cucumber almost touching me, now it was pointing straight. Looking me in the face with its one eye. I stared at it. The tip was bigger around then the rest and had a mushroom shape to it. There was a very distinct ridge between the tip and the shaft. His long shaft ended in a small patch of pubic hair. Below it was a small sack. Curiosities made me reached out and touched it. It was warm and soft. I expected it to be slimy or feel like sandpaper. I squeezed it a little, hard. So that's what they meant by hard on. I wrapped my hand around it. "My hands look so small on it," I said. Focused on his warm pole. I slid my hands up to the tip and felt at the ridge a little before exploring the rest of the tip. It felt a little squishier then the rest. I rubbed it with my fingers and slid my hand back down the shaft to brush my fingers in his pubes. Then down around the huge meat to a very soft sack. I felt around gently so i wouldn't hurt him. Inside the sack were two hard peanuts, or acorns. They moved away from my fingers as I toyed with them. I put my hand back on the long shaft and joined it with my other hand. It was so big! I had to move both my hands and still couldn't cover the whole thing. I rubbed it up and down and watched it move with my strokes. There was moisture on the tip. That wasn't there before. I moved my hand up to it and felt it. Just wet, like water. I always though cum was thick. I pumped his shaft and a little more came out. I pumped some more but nothing happen this time. Maybe I did it wrong. I pumped again, and again. Nothing. I gripped it harder and pumped again and again. Still nothing. I used both hands and tugged on his dick. He stumbled close to me. He was standing against the bed now. His body didn't sway when I pumped him anymore. His cock head was dry still. I pulled it down a little and kept pumping. Surely there was more of that watery stuff. How did I make it come out the first time? His cucumber was practically touching my pussy. I wiggled closer and rubbed that hot tip against my outer labia. Careful not to let him inside. I felt a chill down my back. I pumped again and it rubbed my lips some more. "That feels so good," I told him. "Uh huh," was all he said. I pushed his tip against my lips again and again. I wanted to feel more. I rubbed it in between my outer lips and felt it brush against the inside. I quivered. "Oh that was even better," I told him. I rubbed his mushroom against my opening. I pulled it back and looked. His tip was wet with my juices this time. I rubbed my juices along his entire length. "Uh... Ok..." He said. "We better stop." "Wait just a little more, please" I begged. "I like running my wetness on it. It feels so hard and smooth." I looked at him his eyes were closed tight. Ok he didn't pull away so that must mean it's ok. I slid it along my lips again and got more goose bumps then slid it down my slit to the hole where all my juices where aching to escape. I rubbed it there even pulled a little of his mushroom in me until it started to hurt. I pulled it out and my juices were all over the top again. Using both hands I spread my juices down his shaft and rubbed it all around him. Like leaving a mark on him, 'I was here' it said in my mind. Suddenly he grunted and his dick twitched on its own. And I saw it burst like a fire hose! Thick hot white milk burst onto my stomach in a long stream. His hose twitched again and another rope sprayed onto my little pussy. Several times he sprayed me. I was so fascinated at watching it shoot out that it never occurred to me that I should aim it anywhere else. He slumped a little the eruptions had stopped. I milked his shaft and was rewarded with a few more drops. A little bit more oozed out but stayed on the tip. I shook it to make it fall. The drop stayed there. I wiped his tip off on my wet lips. A lot of his cum had dropped down my pussy, between my legs and onto the bed. A big glob of it sat right on the slit. I touched it lightly and it wiggled like gel. He looked at me and then at his blob of cum. He looked proud. I leaned back so it wouldn't fall. We were fascinated by his cum on my pussy. I didn't even move when he touched my lip with his hands. He then wiggled his hands to the sides opening my lips a little. I felt the cum begin to sink between my lips. "Wait! It's moving don't lose it." I said like his cum was a pet we could keep and watch grow. He nodded. And put both hands on my little vulva to keep the cum from dripping away. He played with it moving his fingers around and playing with my lips. I started to feel a little tingling as he used his fingers to brush his cum back on top of my pussy lips. He spread my pussy open a little and his cum oozed in between them some more. His fingers gently played with my slit. I shifted as the tingling wouldn't let me sit still. His fingers were much bigger than mine. They were like hot dogs probing at my slit. I looked back down between my legs. His cum was shrinking. The glob getting a little less pronounced. Tommy was still holding the area and using his thumbs to rub and play with his cum between my lips. I laid back on the bed, "mmuhgh" escaped my mouth. His thumbs moved more and more sounds came out of me. He stopped moving. "Uh, Jeanette?" He started to ask. "Don't stop," I whispered. I saw him nod and continue rubbing me just like he had been. My legs instinctively opened wider. My head fell back to the bed and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Mmm uuh," I moaned at his thumbs. A few more moans escaped my throat. Then I wanted him to stop but at the same time I didn't. I wasn't able to say anything. My hands reached down for his, I wanted to yank his hands away. Instead I held them right where he had them. His thumbs rubbed against a little button above my hole. "That's it!" I herd myself shout. He rubbed it again and my body shook in tremors. I saw spots in my eyes. And the room did a spin. My hands had finally obeyed my mind and pulled his away. I lay there with his face next to my slit hands hovering above it for a few minutes. I didn't want to move. The tremors dwindled then were gone. I looked down at my, now pink slit. I'd never played with myself so I had never felt that before. "That was great," i panted. "Where did your cum go?" I asked disappointed our pet was gone. "Uh, well..." He hesitated. I sat up and looked at the bed it had a wet spot where I was sitting but no big glob of cum. "Tommy? Where is it!" "I tried to tell you before... It was there," he looked down between my legs. "And then it just got sucked in", all at once." "What!" I was yelling. "You came inside me!" I got up and picked up my clothes. Pulled them on and walked out. I was nearly at the front door when he yelled back to me, "wait Jeanette! Please don't be mad at me!" I turned, angrily. He had dressed too. "Fuck you Tommy! You don't want me to be mad! How could I not be mad!!! You fucking came inside me!" I shouted. I turned to open the door but it was open already. His dad was standing there, mouth open. I ran out the door crying all the way home.

My Neighbor Michelle Introduction: I first had sex with my younger neighbor Michelle when I was 19 and she was almost 16. I wasn't a virgin but she was. I'm in my twenties now and Michelle and I had always lived next to each other so it was natural to show affection towards one another. We were very close, even from a young age. But the thought of fucking her didn’t seem like a genuine possibility until years later. I think it was back when I was about 16 that I first saw Michelle naked by accident. I think she was 13 at the time, but would turn 14 later on in the year. She already had a great figure, her boobs hadn’t grown out fully yet but she had the sexy round ass of a girl at least 5 years older! She had a flat stomach, pencil-thin legs and a smile that would give a corpse a boner! Michelle was always a perky girl and her bubbly personality fit her look perfectly. She acted very girly and had a high-pitched voice. Her voice was as cute as her face and she had about shoulder-length, dark red hair and glowing blue eyes. Anyway, I should just say that the past three years or so we both have grown up quite a bit and I had even had a steady girlfriend for a while when I was a still a senior. We had both remained friends after I graduated and still lived next door to one another but that was the extent of it. Michelle knew my cheerleader ex-girlfriend from school and had tried out as a cheerleader herself but didn’t get picked. I’d graduated the past May and was not interested in attending college. She was a junior and didn’t have a steady boyfriend so we spent a lot of time together watching DVD’s at her place or mine even though we weren’t dating. That weekend, the one that it happened, our parents had all four left to spend the weekend in Las Vegas and I spent the weekend at Michelle’s house. That Friday night, we were watching a movie and ended up in our usual position, her head on my shoulder and our legs rubbing against each other’s. I decided that this was my opportunity to make a move on her, so I put my hand on her knee. She moved, but had readjusted her body to where her hand was now on my chest. My cock started to crawl down my leg as I started moving my hand, skipping past her crotch and going to her lower belly. It was hovering lightly over her torso until I finally came in contact with one of her squishy little breast. Her eyes opened and immediately she took my hand off. “What are you doing?” She yelled. I angrily jumped up and went out the front door to my house. I kept hitting my head thinking I had ruined a great relationship and how much of an idiot I was. I didn’t turn on my light and just went to my room and lay still on my bed. I thought about ways to fix the mistake I had just made. I kept thinking to myself ‘Man, if only Michelle was like Jane.” I eventually fell asleep because of how deep into my thoughts I was. I woke up later that night with the phone ringing out in the hallway. Michelle was calling. “Michelle…why are you calling? Are you alright?” I asked, thinking it was an emergency. “Ted, I thought about what happened, and I’m really sorry.” She answered. “No, I’m sorry Michelle. I shouldn’t have done that and I really hope it doesn’t screw up our relationship or anything.” I answered. “Look Michelle, I don’t find sex wrong, I think people should be able to make love with anyone they choose to.” She told me that she also felt the same way but hadn’t thought of me in that way before. I told her I’d see her at her home the next afternoon and that I wanted to go back to sleep. I rang her doorbell at 4:30 pm as promised and she answered wearing just a tight pair of yellow knit shorts and a braless black tank top cut off just beneath her small tits! My eyes opened really wide and I asked if she was going out with friends or something. Her reply shocked and delighted me more than I could believe at the time. “Ted, I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday evening.” She said, looking me right in the eye. Then she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big, wet kiss and pulled her body tightly against me! I moved inside the doorway still holding her tight. As soon as the door closed my right hand instantly went under her top, flesh-to-flesh with her bulging little tit. Man they felt amazing. Squishy, tender, firm and her hard nipple was like a doorbell button that made her moan! I broke the tongue kiss and ran both my hands down her curvy back, lifting the short little top over her head. Once it was off, I could see her large areolas; however, because it was sort of dark, I couldn’t see much. I decided to turn on a table lamp, but as I did, Michelle came up behind me and immediately lifted off my muscle shirt in the same manner I had her tank top. When I turned, she started feeling up my washboard stomach. “Oh my god, Ted you have such a sexy stomach.” She said as she ran her fingers through every crease in my stomach. I pulled her closer to me and started to suck on her nipples as my hands cupped her taut ass cheeks firmly. Her head tilted up as I sucked one and then the other one, hoping to get a rise out of Michelle, but to my disappointment, nothing came of it. “It…tingles.” She said weakly. I pulled my face away from her chest; and looked straight down to her little shorts. She looked down at my cut-off denim shorts and saw a pole coming out of the leg. I quickly made eye contact with her and we both started opening the top button on our pants. I kicked mine away quickly then unzipped and took off her pants, pulled down her panties and saw her hairy little pussy. She made a shy smile as she took off my jockey briefs and saw my cock in full erection. I pulled her closer to me, until my cock was rubbing against her belly and we started kissing once again. Michelle moaned again as I laid her down on her sofa and pulled her leg up. I positioned myself on top of her and started to guide my cock into her pussy. “Wait…This…this is my first time…” Michelle said. I stopped, dumbfounded. My cock had already split her outer lips apart and the tip was waiting at the hole. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked. “I…I don’t know. I just wanted you to know. I’m kind of scared. This feels wrong somehow.” She said. I was more than a bit frustrated at this point. She didn’t know what she wanted! Her conscience said ‘no’ but her sexy body was saying ‘yes…yes…yes’. I decided to help sway her decision. I pulled away and guided my face down into her pussy. Once I got down to her slit, I split the hairy outer lips apart with my fingers. “Wait, Ted, can you wait?” she asked, almost begging. I ignored her. I slowly started to lick her fresh smelling pussy. The honey glazed over my face as I lapped my tongue up and down through her slit. “Wait w-w-wait…” She protested as she started to feel a definite tingling sensation taking over her young body. When I looked up, I could no longer see her face, she had tilted her head back pressing her hair into the cushion. Besides her lovely bush, I could see two gorgeous little hills that were pointing at the ceiling. Michelle started to moan as my tongue licked gently over her throbbing clit. My plan had worked, she made no more protests as I learned that I was the first to taste her; at one point I stopped licking and instead had sucked some of the juice that had accumulated inside her. I drank the hot nectar and continued to eat her out. She tasted so good. Salty, yet sweet. Tangy and juicy. It was like a drink only reserved for gods that was accidentally sent down to earth. I lapped my tongue thru her pink inner slit over and over as she groaned softly. I couldn’t get enough of Michelle’s succulent young pussy. I sucked up another pool of juice and finally started speeding up. My tongue became more and more ferocious; it was like a hungry dog ravenously eating raw meat! She tasted so good, I had to have more. My head bobbed up and down over her slit, trying to drink every last drop. As my tongue increased its speed, so did Michelle’s moans. Faster and faster, I licked, and shorter and shorter Michelle’s breath got until, “UUUUGH!” Michelle finally yelled. Her pussy contracted and she shuddered all over; I was certain this was her first orgasm ever. Her 16 year old body started to flinch and twitch as I grabbed two fistfuls of her bare ass. Michelle’s moans almost made her sound like she was crying. Her body convulsed; her hips shook violently. I could swear that the muscles in her ass were twitching. Several pulses went through her entire body as she was taking in the full effects of her orgasm. Finally, she recovered from it and her breathing slowed and got deeper and her hands instinctively started massaging her titties. “O my god, that was amazing…” She said. Her juices dripped from her pussy onto the sofa cushion. “O my God.” Michelle repeated over and over again. “Are you ready for my cock?” I asked. “O god yes!” she said excitedly. My cock started throbbing in excitement. Years of fantasizing had finally become a reality. Until that day, this stuff only happened during my thoughts while I masturbated to them. I eagerly guided my cock to her hairy pussy lips. Michelle let out a long grunt and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I pushed the full length of my cock into her slowly, making sure she enjoyed every second (I was initially careful of breaking her hymen, however, apparently she had lost it several years back while riding her bike). I was relieved, because I really didn’t like seeing blood when I fuck someone new. Her pussy was so hot, wet and amazingly tight. I almost felt guilty that I had to loosen it up. Her warm pussy wrapped around my cock; it was so moist that it even though it was tight, it was easy to push and pull. Once completely in, I started to pull out my cock slowly. “Ohhh” Michelle moaned as I slowly started fucking her. We were in the missionary position; our eyes made contact and we started to kiss as I continued drilling out her new hole. Her tongue flinched whenever I pushed my boner in. Moans and groans filled the room as we enjoyed sex together for the first time. I felt pressure in my cock rising as she started to yell when my motions became too hard for her to take. Michelle’s small titties flopped up and down. She made a loud moan as I ravaged her body. I wished I had a video because I just knew her sweet face looked amazing as she enjoyed her first fuck. “I’m about to come.” I yelled. This was the moment I was waiting for; the tremors began in my balls as I squirted several strong spurts onto her belly. “O my God I love your cock inside me!” Michelle yelled. We started to catch our breath as we recovered from our first fuck. Our fingers interlocked with one another as I told her, “You see? Nothing at all is wrong with this.” She smiled as I pulled her up into a sitting position on the sofa. My softening dick rubbed against her thigh; it was like a snake in tall grass. “I’m so glad you were my first Ted. I’ve wanted to have sex for a long time but just didn’t like the guys I was going out on dates with.” She whispered. “They were always so pushy and I didn’t want my first time to be in some damn car seat.” “Me too Michelle, you have no idea how many times I masturbated thinking of you. You have been making me get hard for a long time.” I said. She smiled and we started to kiss. I felt my cock quickly growing again. “Ready to come again?” I asked. “You bet.” She said smiling. Michelle got on her back with her legs wide open and I guided my semi-hard cock back toward her delicious pussy. I pushed in and pulled back, letting my cock get back to its full erection while it was just slightly inside her. This time, I started at the same slow speed, but thrust deeper each time. Our hips were rhythmically in-sync with one another. I kept my motion as I kissed the base of her neck. Her head tilted up towards the ceiling. She let out a quiet, but satisfied moan. Michelle took a handful of my ass as I slowly sawed my cock in and out of her. She bit her lip and tilted her head up; I could feel her arms push my ass to give me more thrust. “Do you like having me inside you?!” I asked. “You have no idea.” She whispered. Sweat dripped from my body onto hers. As my body started molding itself to hers, she started to claw her nails across my ass. I stopped my motion. “Ted please don’t stop…” she said eagerly. “Babe, your face is so cute when you’re horny.” I said. “UGH, hurry up Ted!” she said. “Want to ride on top of me this time?” I asked. “Okay, she answered.” We changed positions. She climbed on top of me, but didn’t know exactly what to do. “Do I just pump?” she asked as I slipped my solid shaft back inside her deeply. She started to ride me. It wasn’t exactly the best ride of my life, but I didn’t expect her to instantly be better. She was just too tight and would have to really get some practice relaxing as she fucked. She put her hands on my chest and started thrusting her ass forward and back. To make the ride better, I started to thrust my hips up into her pussy whenever she would thrust herself down. After a couple of minutes, she said that she was getting tired of riding me. It was her first time, so I didn’t want her knees to get sore. I decided to lift her up by her ass and just pump my cock into her slowly while I carried her. Michelle wrapped her arms around my neck as I thrust into her. Then she got back her rhythm as it was easier for her not to do all the work. She seemed to like this position the most as her moans were loudest every time I pushed my cock deep up inside her. Eventually I laid her back down and I got back into the missionary position. Our pace started to quicken. I lifted up her legs; I used them as leverage. Harder and harder, I pushed into her. Michelle’s moans became higher pitched. Our breathing became ragged and short as we fucked. “DEEPER GO DEEPER!” She yelled. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open. I felt my orgasm building up as I increased my speed. “Oh OH OH!” she yelled. “Do you like fucking me Ted?” Michelle said over and over, as I lifted both her legs up for more leverage. I pushed my cock into her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Her hand started massaging and pinching her nipples. Her groans had become so frequent now. I let out a loud whimper as holding back my orgasm reached its limit. I pushed my cock one last time into her tight teen pussy and held still! “Oooohhhhhhhh” I moaned as my balls exploded and squirted waves of hot, sticky cum into Michelle’s wet pussy. She climaxed almost immediately after me. I felt her pussy contracting again tightly clamping down on my shaft. She let out a long, satisfied moan as our juices intertwined with each other… …That’s all you get here! Next story Michelle and I get caught by her dad! I have this odd feeling that she is going to try him on for size real soon! All naughty little girls love their daddies!

Denny’s Breakfast Treat First let me say I’m just your average 50 year old guy. No Adonis or jock looking dude. I work 50-60 hours a week running a warehouse operation for a large corporation in Austin, Tx. One of my night shift crews was having some problems so I decided that I would work nights for while and get the shift back on track. Monday night was rough. Working nights after years of 7 to 5 takes some getting used to. On my way home I decided to get some breakfast so I wouldn’t have to cook at home. There was a Denny's on the way home that I stopped at occasionally after work or when I was headed home after a movie late or a late evening ride. I went in and took a seat in a booth and waited for a server. I heard a female voice behind me say “Morning, what happened to get you in here this early?” I turned and saw a waitress named Mercedes that had waited on me several times before. “One of my night shift crews is having some problems so I decided that I’d work nights for while.” “Oh that’s too bad.” As she stood there with a hand on my shoulder smiling down at me. My eyes were at a level with her breasts and I couldn’t help but notice that her uniform hid a healthy looking pair. “What do you want this morning?” I turned to the menu hoping she hadn’t noticed me gazing at her chest. “I’ll take ham, eggs, and hash browns.” “How do you want your eggs? Hard? “Sure.” “Do you want toast or would you like some warm Mexican………tortillas this morning?” Was she coming on to me? “Warm tortillas?” “Yes sir. They’re getting hot right now.” “When will they be ready?” “About 45 minutes.” I looked at the clock. It was 6:15, 45 minutes until shift change. “I think I would like that.” “I’ll be back with your breakfast.” I watched as she walked away. At 5’2she looked like she might be a 34D and be carrying a couple extra pounds. It was hard to tell in that uniform. She had classic Hispanic features especially her honey brown skin. When I had been here before I had talked with her a little and I knew she was 27, never married and no kids. She had never mentioned a boyfriend just a roommate but never said if it was a man or woman. Guess I would find out today. She brought my breakfast out put her hand on my shoulder and stood close after she put it down. I was the only one in there for about 30 minutes. She spent a lot of time by my table making sure the food was good and I had everything I needed. It got busy just before 7 and I didn’t see her again until she brought my check. “Thank you. I’m going off shift now, if you need anything one of the other servers will help you.” She smiled and walked away. I paid and walked out to my truck. I got in thinking it must have just been an old man’s fantasy. I started my truck and drove around the building headed for the driveway. A door in the back opened and out stepped Mercedes. She had on tight Levis and a tank top with a windbreaker. I didn’t see the extra pounds I thought I saw earlier. What I did see were a pair of pokey nipples under her tank top capping a large pair of breasts without a bra. Her ass looked perfectly round and hot. She waved and ran out to my truck, her large breasts barely bouncing. She jumped in on the passenger side and said “Let’s go to my place.” She gave me directions and we were off. She only lived about a mile from work. She said she usually walked but a ride was welcomed. When we got to her apartment building she had me drive around back. She said she had an assigned space that was never used since she didn’t have a car and the carport would keep my truck from getting hot. When I parked she jumped out, came around to my side and grabbed my hand. She led me to a stairway and we went to the top level, the fourth floor. She said she liked this apartment because there was no one above it and it was on the end so there was only one adjoining unit that shared the kitchen/dining room wall. It was great for privacy. She gave me a quick tour. There were two bedrooms, full of girly stuff, two bathrooms, the same, a living room, kitchen and dining area. We went back to the living room. “Have a seat on the couch. You want a cup of coffee or something?” “I’ve had enough coffee, how about or something.” “Oh, right to the point. Let me go slip into something comfortable and then we see about slipping you someone comfortable.” I found her TV remote and turned it on to some morning news. I wanted to know what today’s weather was. The weatherman said the same thing he had been saying for a week, hot, sunny and no rain. As I turned the TV off Mercedes came back into the living room. “Ta Da. You like?” “Wow,” was all I could get out. She had on a yellow mesh baby doll that had a single tie under her breasts with a matching mesh g-string. The yellow enhanced her dark complexion and the mesh confirmed there was no fat on her. Her hard, dime sized nipples looked to be at least an inch and a half long centered on dark brown areolas that were bigger than silver dollars. Thru the mesh thong I could see her bald mound with her outer lips peeking from her slit. “All I get is one word, wow.” “I’m sorry I was stunned to find out you were hiding all that fabulous body under your uniform. I mean you looked good but this is like expecting one of those Cracker Jack gifts but getting a million dollar lottery ticket instead. So WOW.” She did several slow turns for me. “I’ve been hit on so many times I try to cover up at work so I don’t get bothered. You’ve been coming in for a while and always been nice but I have caught you looking. I haven’t had a boyfriend for awhile and when you came in I thought why not.” “I don’t know if I’m looking for a relationship.” “You misunderstand. I don’t want a boyfriend. I want more like a friend with benefits, someone for sex, and fun, but no commitment. If you’re up to it I’ll give as good as I get.” “Why don’t you come over here and let’s discuss this?” Mercedes walked over and standing between my legs, bent at the waist to kiss me. I had an unobstructed view of her 36D breasts covered with a wisp of lace. As we kissed and swabbed each other’s mouths with our tongues, I pulled the ribbon that was holding the nightie to her breasts and let them free. I rubbed the palms of my hands over her nipples and areoles and she moaned softly into my mouth. She broke our kiss, placed her knees on the couch outside my legs and bracing herself on the back of the couch leaned forward bringing a nipple to my mouth. I greedily sucked on the offered morsel. “That feels so good. My nipples are sooo sensitive. I can orgasm just from someone treating them right.” I decided that I was going to be the next one to treat them right. I took my hands from her breasts long enough to slip her nightie the rest of the way from her shoulders. Now she was bent over me wearing only a tiny g-string panty. I put my hands back to work massaging and rubbing her breasts as I alternated sucking on each nipple. Her nipples were large when I started when I started but being sucked and rubbed they had swollen until they were almost 2 inches long and as big around as my thumb. I was rolling her left nipple between my teeth and biting gently when I felt a shiver go thru her body. She moaned louder and pulled my head hard against her. Her breast was covering my mouth and nose making it hard to breath. “Oh damn, that’s one of the best orgasms I have ever had. Thank you.” She released my head and I took a deep breath just before she clamped her mouth on mine and gave me a passion filled kiss. I reached down with my right hand and placed it over her thong and mound. Her thong was soaked. Her nectar was dripping from the material. I pushed the material aside and tried to slip a finger into her slit. “You can do that later. It’s my turn to take care of you.” She kissed me on each cheek then pulled me forward so she could pull my shirt over my head. She pushed me back on the couch and kissed my neck. She got on her knees on the floor then moved down my chest kissing and nibbling one of my nipples as she rubbed and pinched the other, just like I had done hers. She was kissing and licking her way down across my stomach as her hands unfastened my pants. I raised my hips so she could pull them and my boxers down. She rose up enough to remove my boots and pull my pants the rest of the way off. With my pants off my eight inches were pointing straight up. “Now that’s a nice looking dick.” she placed both her hands on it. “My hand doesn’t quite go around it. You are the biggest I’ve ever had.” She began stroking on my dick and milking pre-cum as she did. She was smearing it over my dick making it slick and sliding her hands faster. “You keep that up and I’m going to blast cum all over you, me and the couch.” “I’ll take care of that.” She placed her lips on my dick and kissed it. I watched as she slid her lips over the head then added several more inches to her mouth. As she sucked and pumped the top 3 inches in her mouth the right hand was sliding up and down the bottom 5 inches. As she put her left hand on my balls and rubbed I looked up to see the front door open. Before I could say anything a slender blonde stepped in and put a finger to her lips for me to be silent. She stepped inside closed the door very carefully and leaned back against the wall to watch. She looked to be about 5’4’ and maybe a 34B. I looked back down at Mercedes sucking and stroking my dick. I watched her lips stretch when she was pulling up off my dick and roll over her teeth as she pushed it back in. I could feel pressure starting to build in my groin. I looked up and the blonde had her skirt pulled up to her waist. She was not wearing panties and had one hand frantically working her clit. That sight was enough. “I’M READY TO CUM.” I thought she would pull back off my dick but she pushed her head down until I hit the back of her throat. I blasted my seed deep into her mouth and she try to swallow each blast but my cum started leaking out around her lips. The blonde started moaning out loud. When my dick quit pumping cum in her mouth Mercedes pulled it out and looked back at the blonde. “How long have you been there Rose?” “Long enough to watch you give one hell of a blow job.” “I thought we had an agreement?” “I thought you were supposed to lock the door and put the little tag on the door so I would know you didn’t want company?” Mercedes smiled. “I guess I got in a hurry” “I case it matters, Hi I’m Bill.” The blonde walked over to me without lowering her skirt, and held out her hand. “Hi yourself, I’m Rose, Mercedes roommate” then she sat down beside me. Mercedes still had her hand on my dick stroking it slowly not letting it go soft. I watched as she reached over to Rose with her right hand and slipped two flingers into her wet pussy. She pumped them in her hole several times then placed them to her own lips. “Deeeliiciuos, would you like a taste?” “Not until I get a taste of you to compare it to.” Without missing a stroke on my dick, she reached down and slid her two fingers thru her dripping slit. She brought them back up and held them out to me. I took her hand, pulled it close and licked her fingers. “Uummm, the nectar of the gods.” When Rose heard that she put her fingers into her pussy and offered them to me to compare. “Ladies I’m going to have to declare a tie. You both have sweet tasting pussies.” Mercedes let go of my dick and stood up. “Let’s go to my room and finish this in private” and gave Rose a sly grin.” “Does that mean I’m not invited?” “Maybe later, that will be up to Bill.” I stood up and Mercedes led me to her room. She closed the door behind us and I tried to hug her. “Wait a minute I have to get something.” She went out the door still wearing her yellow bikini panty. I need to do something about that. She came back with a little door hanger in her hand. She showed I to me. ‘Keep out. This means you Rose.’ I laughed as she hung it on the outside knob and closed the door. “Now, where were we, before Rose came in and you didn’t tell me.” I pulled her into a hug and bent down to kiss her. When she put her arms around my neck I picked her up and laid her on her bed. I rose up and just looked at her. “What?” “You look magnificent.” She held her arms up to me. I lay down and we hugged. “Thank you. I needed that.” “Is that all you need?” “No, I need you, now.” I kissed her lips and started working my way down, kissing her neck and chest until I could take her breasts in my hands. She had orgasmed from my treatment of them earlier and I intended making it happen again. I was manhandling them as I switched back and forth between her nipples sucking and pinching on them. She was moaning louder as I worked them harder. When I started biting on her nipples and areola she arched her back and her body shook. “OH FUCK I’M CUMMING. DON’T STOP. DON’T STOP.” I continued biting and pinching until went limp. I kissed my way down her flat, taut stomach as I continued to maul her breasts. She started shaking again and as I took one hand and moved the small thong aside I could feel her wet slit still leaking juices. I put my hands on her on the back of her legs and pushed them to her sides and spread them. This opened her slit so I could slide my tongue between her lips and into her pussy. She shuddered and more of her sweet juices flowed into my mouth. She put her hands on my head and was hunching her slit into my mouth as she gasped for air. I stopped driving my tongue into her hole and gave her a chance to come down from this last orgasm. When she topped shaking and was breathing more normally I told her to grab her ankles and pull them back as far as she could. I was pleasantly surprised when she put her legs under her arms. I slid her clit out of its hood and took it between my thumb and index finger. As I rolled it between them and pinched it I slid my tongue down her slit and across her little brown pucker. I circled it around her crinkle asshole and pushed it against her sphincter. “NNNOOOOO, I’ve never let anyone put something in my ass.” She made a feeble attempt to push my head away but failed. My tongue penetrated her asshole and I pushed as deep as it would go. I was using my tongue to fuck her ass. “OH MY GOD. I have never felt anything like that.” I removed my tongue and raised my head to look at her. “Do you want me to stop? I will if you say to.” “NO, NO PUT IT BACK IN. DO MY ASS.” I pushed my tongue back in her ass as I pushed a thumb into her wet pussy. After a minute of probing her ass with my tongue I pulled it out and replaced it with my thumb. “Oh shit what did you put in my ass?” I stroked her ass with my thumb. “That’s my thumb. Does it hurt?” “No, but it feels so much bigger, and it’s in deeper.” “Do you want me to stop?” “No just give me a minute to get used to it.” I sucked on her clit as I slowly stroke her asshole with my thumb. After several minute I felt her sphincter relax. I removed my thumb and pushed two fingers in. She moaned and pushed her ass against my hand. I nibbled on her clit and felt her asshole clench my finger. She was still moaning. “Stop, please stop. I need your dick in my pussy, pplleease. “I pulled my fingers from her ass with a pop and got on my knees. I ran the head of my dick thru her slit to wet it. “Is this what you want?” She hissed “YYEESSS”. I put the tip at her hole. “Are you very sure?” She hissed “YYEESSS” again. I took it away from her hole and rubbed it thru her slit some more. “You don’t sound that sure to me.” “Fuck me. Put your dick in me and fuck me until I cum. Fuck my hole until I scream. Just fuck me now.” “That’s more like it.” I put the head of my dick at her hole and pushed my way in. The head went in followed by 4 inches of my dick. “Oh shit, oh shit. Give me a minute. I’ve never had a dick that big around in my pussy.” I pulled back until only the head was in and pushed again until my balls hit her asshole. “IIIIIEEEEEEEE……. What……. Happened…… to…… wait……. a minute?” she gasped out between deep breaths. “Sorry, my little head has a mind of its own.” “Well, tell your little head he’s in for one hell of a chewing out.” “ He says he can’t wait.” She smiled and said “Stop talking and fuck me.” I pulled most of the way out and started making long slow strokes in her tight velvety sleeve. The friction was amazing. Her 27 year old pussy was as tight on my dick as an eighteen year old. She said “Uuummm that feels so good” as she moved her hips up to meet me. She was using one hand to rub and pull her nipples. The other was rubbing and slapping her clit. I stroked faster and harder as she got closer to another orgasm. I felt pressure building but was doing my best to hold off until she peaked. I slowed my thrusts and did not push as hard into her but I was losing the battle. Then I saw her back arch and she threw her head back. Shudders went thru her body. As her already tight sleeve started milking my dick I blew my load. Blasting my pent up cum deep into her. She was yelling “IIII’MMMMM CCUUMMING, OOOHHH DDDAAAMMMNNNN III’MMMM CCCUUUMMMMIIINNGG. FILL ME DEEP WITH YOUR DICK AND SEED. “ I made one last thrust into her pussy and stayed there. As her pussy milked the last drops of cum from my dick Mercedes took her legs from behind her arms and locked them around my waist. She put her arms out and I pulled her up to me. “Don’t take it out. I want to just hold you and feel your pulse thru it.” I moved us to the side of the bed so I could sit with her in my lap, impaled on my dick. We sat that way, hugging. I asked “Are you ready for seconds?” “Oh damn, I’m so full and satisfied I think we should just cover up and sleep.” She unlocked her legs from my waist and got up. “Oh there is one thing I need to take care of first.” She got on her knees between my legs, took my dick in her hand and licked it clean. She sucked my balls into her mouth and swabbed them clean with her tongue. She stood up smacked her lips, pulled me up and said “let’s go to bed. Maybe when we get up you’ll get to go where no man has gone before.” It was 9:30 in the morning when we turned out the lights and pulled the covers over us. I went to sleep with Mercedes head on my chest and her hand holding my dick. I was dreaming about the fabulous blow job the girl from Denny’s had given me. It was so real I could feel her wet tongue sliding around the head of my dick. My eyes opened and it took a moment to realize where I was. I was in Mercedes bedroom where I had had great sex with a 27year old waitress from Denny's. I looked down and the covers were moving up and down. I threw them back and there she was with my dick in her mouth smiling up at me as she kept on bobbing her head up and down on my shaft. She pulled my dick from her mouth with a pop. “I thought you might like this better than an alarm. I was working on getting more of your fine meat in my mouth, watch.” She took my shaft back in her mouth and pushed down. When my dick hit the back of her mouth I could feel her swallowing. The head slipped into her throat and she swallowed some more, getting another inch in. 6 down and two more to go. She raised her head up took two deep breaths and pushed down again. This time when she swallowed the head and two inches went in her throat instantly she kept swallowing and gave another push. She was snorting air thru her nose that was now against my pubes. She had all eight inches in her mouth and down her throat. She pulled my shaft from her throat and rose up. “I’ve never deep throated a cock that big before. I wanted to do it before you left.” “When am I leaving?” “That’s up to you. I just didn’t want to wait and not get another chance.” “Keep doing the things you do and I’ll be around for a while.” She crawled up straddling me, with her mound pressing my dick against my belly. She bent down, kissed me then rose up enough to reach between us to stroke me fully hard again. She rose up some more and wiped the head thru her slit, covering it with her juices. Placing it at her hole she lowered herself until I was buried fully in her tunnel. “This feels so good. I’ve never had one this big in me. I hope we can do this often.” “I have to go back to days in two weeks. Is there any way you can get your shift changed to days so we can still spend time together?” She was steadying herself with her hands on my chest as she rode up and down my shaft. She had her eyes closed and was moaning as she bit her lower lip. I guess I will have to wait for an answer. As she slowly rode my shaft I put my hands on her breasts, rubbed my palms across her nipples and periodically squeezed them. She moaned as she opened her eyes and looked at me. “I wish tomorrow was Saturday so I could do this all night. Your cock sliding in and stretching my pussy is making my insides tingle like never before. What did you say just a second ago?” “I have to go back to days in two weeks. Is there any way you can get your shift changed to days so we can still spend time together?” “My manager has been trying to talk me into days for months but nights have kept me out of trouble, until today?” “I’m trouble?” “I serve a guy breakfast. I invite him home, have incredible sex in the morning and again in the afternoon and don’t know if I can get him to stay after I said I didn’t want a relationship. That’s trouble.” And she said all this as she was bouncing on my dick. “Do you really want me to stay?” “Well, this place is a little small for three but it would be nice if you spent a lot of time here.” “Do you like to swim and layout in the sun?” “What’s that got to do with this?” “Humor me.” “Ok, yes I like to swim and lay in the sun.” “Get dressed. I know where there’s a pool we can use. Pack a bag for work tonight and I’ll get you there on time.” “What about this? I’m not finished.” “I promise to make it up to you before you go to work.” S he smiled and said “You better.” 20 minutes later we were headed out the door. I didn’t tell her where we we’re going and headed to my house. I lived about 20 minutes out of Austin in a semi rural area. I had 5 acres with a three bedroom ranch, a three car garage and a swimming pool in the backyard. Not bad for a single guy. When I pulled in the drive she asked who lived here. “Someone very close.” I took her for a quick tour of the house and ended at the pool. “Let’s get in. The best part is we don’t need suits.” “The owner won’t mind?” “Definitely not.” We stripped and jumped in the pool. We splashed around for a while before she put her arms around me and hugged. She said “This is different, different but fun. It’s been a long time since any guy just wanted to take me somewhere just to have fun. They usually just want to impress me so they can try and get me to bed. This is the first time someone talked me out of bed.” We got out of the pool and I ran in the house for some beach towels. I spread them on the deck and watched as Mercedes lay down. She looked like a dream. The sunlight on her dark complexion made her look twice as good as when she was naked in the apartment. I could get used to seeing this around my pool every day. She startled me back to reality. “Whatcha thinkin about?” “How delicious you look laying there and how you should be there every day.” “Bet the owner’s wife would have a different opinion.” “He’s not married. He just rattles around this place when he’s here.” “You seem to know him pretty well.” “About that.” “Is this where you tell me you two live together?” “Oh, hell no. I’m as heterosexual as they come.” “Then what?” “I’m the owner. I thought I’d bring you over and see if it’s big enough. Then maybe we could spend your days off here and work days at your place.” “Smiling she said “I already know its big enough.” “The house.” “Oh,” giggling. “What about Rose?” “She’s a big girl. That would be up to her, and you, of course. As long as I have lots of time alone with you, I’m good. “Lay down here with me and let’s discuss it.” I lay down and she cuddled up to me. Her head was on my shoulder and she had put an arm and leg across me. The heat from her body and the late afternoon sun made me want to ravish her body. Before I could start she raised her head and smiled. “Did you mean what you said?” I smiled. “About what?” “About how delicious I look and how I should be here every day.” “Every word.” “You mean I could live here with you, sleep in your bed and have your dick to suck and fuck all I want?” “Well when you put it that way, yes.” “When do you want an answer?” “Today, tomorrow, next week, whenever you decide, until then we can play it by ear.” She sat up straddling me giggling almost like a little girl. “When can I move?” “When can you get on days and decide about you and Rose?” “I can talk to my manager when I go in tonight we can talk to Rose in the morning after you pick me up. Is that good?” “It works for me. Now where were we?” She scooted back, bent down and put my shaft min her mouth. She made sure it was wet and then moved back up until she could slide the head thru her slit. She lined it up with her hole and sat down. “You promised we could finish what I started.” She started rocking back and forth, sliding my dick in and out of her. “Oh wow. That makes me feel so full. Sitting on it with it all the way in, I feel like the end is pushing against my stomach. I wish I could sit on your dick always.” I took her breasts in my hands and pulled her down where I could put my mouth on one of her nipples. Her swollen nipples were almost 2 inches long. I held it between my lips and rolled it with my teeth. When I flicked my tongue over and around the sensitive tips she shook all over and thru her head back moaning. I said “I’m close. It won’t be much longer.” “No, don’t, please,” as she tried to roll off of me. She was still coming down from her orgasm and her body was not cooperating as she fell over sideways. When I laughed she reached over and slapped my dick. I yelled and any thought of cumming disappeared. “My daddy always told the boys ‘Don’t bite the hand that feeds you’. I always tell the boys ‘Don’t laugh at the girl that fucks you.” She when she regained full control of her body she leaned over and kissed the head if my dick. “Sorry baby, but it was for your own good.” She moved next to me, laid her head on my chest and was quite for a while. In a soft voice she said “Remember this morning when you, uh…well… you were playing with ……” “You mean when I ran my tongue around and then in your tight little ass then put my fingers in and fucked it with them?” “Yeah that. Before this morning I never let anyone do anything back there. Now I think…..maybe I ……you know.” I laughed a little and said “Your really having a hard time with this aren’t you?” “It’s not funny, dammit. It’s not easy finding the words to ask someone to put his big cock in my ass.” “You just did. Are you sure you want to do this?” “If you’re gentle like this morning, yes.” “Ok let me up for a minute.” I went inside and got a bottle of lube. When I came back out Mercedes was on her knees with her head on a pillow on the deck. Her legs were spread slightly and her to glorious round butt cheeks were aimed at the sky. Here little pucker ass was clenching with her deep breaths and I could see moisture leaking from her slit as she anticipated what was to come. I got on my knees between her legs and looked at her ass for a minute before I placed a few drops of lube in her crack. I rubbed it across her pucker with my thumb and she pushed back slightly. I was using one of those oils that warm when you blow on it. I leaned down and softly blew on it and watched as the circle closed slightly then relaxed. “Whoa, what was that? It feels so warm.” “Cherry flavored warming lube.” I blew again and her cheeks shivered. Some more drops and I rubbed them around her sphincter with my tongue. I pushed my lube coated tongue against her hole and it slowly gave way. She let out a loud moan and pushed back on my tongue. I tongued her hole until I felt it relax just a little. I rose up, took my shaft in my hand, and rubbed it thru her slit before plunging it in to her wet tunnel. I put some lube on my right thumb and pressed it against her little rosebud. It slipped in and I pushed it as deep as I could. “Oh damn I’m full again and I’m tingling from my ass to my tits. Please don’t stop now.” I pushed my thumb in as I stroked her tunnel with my dick. She was moaning steadily now and grunted each time my dick hit bottom in her vagina. I put more lube in my hand and replaced my thumb with two fingers. I was pushing them in as far as I could on each stroke. Her moans were getting loader I added a third finger and worked them around, stretching her little asshole so it would accept my dick with less pain. I felt it ease its grip on my fingers. “Are you ready?” “Oh god yes, as ready as I will ever be. Just please be gentle.” I pulled my dick out of her pussy and took my fingers out of her asshole. I added lube to her juices on my shaft and dropped some on her ass and rubbed it in one more time. I put the tip at her sphincter and pushed, the head and 2 inches of my dick when in. “OH, SHIT. STOP. I need a minute. It’s so big.” She had put one hand back on my stomach trying to hold me back. I saw first her arm and then the rest of her start shaking. “Do you want me to take it out?” She smiled over her shoulder and said “God no, it doesn’t hurt that much I just need time to get used to my asshole being stretched around a baseball bat.” “How about I stay still and let you push when you’re ready?” Weakly she said “Ok.” She was taking short rapid breaths as I reached under her touched her clit. She jumped like she had been shocked. I rubbed her clit then slid my fingers thru her slit and jammed two of them in her pussy. She let out a long loud moan as her asshole relaxed and she pushed back against me until all 8” were buried in her bowels. “OH FUCK IT’S ALL INSIDE ME. DON’T MOVE, JUST KEEP IT IN.” she was taking deep breaths and every few times she would shudder and her ass would clinch me so tight it felt like a tourniquet. Her breathing returned to normal or as close to normal as you can with 8” of cock in your ass, and she relaxed a little. She looked smiled back at me again. “I’m ready, start slow and fuck my ass.” I began making slow short strokes adding length as I went. Soon I was pulling out until only the tip was inside. I sped up slightly not wanting to take a chance of hurting her. I could feel the first indications that I was going to cum. I said “I won’t last much longer. Your ass is just too tight.” “Then fuck me hard and make me cum with you.” I grabbed her hips and jammed my dick into her over and over just as hard and deep as I could. I had reached my limit. I thrust one more time and held it deep, shooting hot loads of cum deep into her bowels. She wailed “I can feel you’re hot cum in my ass. My god I’m ccuummmmiiinnnggg.” She collapsed forward and I fell with her. She was out and I was close. I rolled us onto our left sides. With her head pillowed on my arm, my dick still in her ass, I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes again the sun was setting which meant it was around 6:30 or 7:00pm. Neither of us had to be to work until 10pm so we were good. Sometime while we slept she had squeezed my shaft out of her and it was lying limp. Trying not to wake her I moved my arm from under her head and rolled her onto her back. I moved her legs apart and put her feet so they held her knees up. I Moved close looking at her puckered asshole with a little drop of my cum leaking out the moisture glistening on her slit and the lips peeking out of them. I lowered my mouth to her slit and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. As it touched her clit, her thighs clamped down on my head. “Oh what the fuck?” I looked up and Mercedes had risen up and was supporting herself on her elbows. She smiled at me and released my head from her thighs. "Don’t you like my wake up alarm better?” “Mmmmmm, that was awesome. What time is it?” “About 7pm. What do you think about a quick shower and Mexican food for dinner?” she pulled me up and kissed me, licking her juices from my lips. “I sure taste good on you. Will dinner be as good?” “Probably not but I won’t get to eat again until breakfast. And you know what that causes.” “Ok, let’s get going.” We picked up our clothes, she grabbed the travel bag she had brought and we headed into my shower. I had one of those showers big enough for two, or three, people to share. I had installed one of those three head shower units that sprayed you all over with random spray patterns. I stood and watched Mercedes dance around in the water rubbing soap all over her body. This was a scene right out of those locker-room porn movies and it was making hard again. She saw me watching and wiggled her finger for me to join her. I stepped in the shower and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Holding me close, she slid her sexy, soapy body all over me. She reached down with one hand and stroked my shaft. “Does this mean we’re not going out?” “I just want a quick snack, ok?” she dropped to her knees, rinsed the soap from my dick and sucked it into her mouth. Like she had this morning she sucked and pumped the top 3 inches in her mouth as her right hand was sliding up and down the bottom 5 inches. She put her left hand on my balls and rolled them around. Damn she could give a blow job. I was already feeling cum boiling up. She must have felt my dick twitch. She pulled it from her mouth, smiled up at me and said “Cum now. Cum all over my face, let me feel your hot seed on my skin.” That’s all it took. I shot thick ropes of cum, hitting her in the forehead, the nose and eyes. When it stopped shooting out and was just dribbling she the head between her lips and suck on it like a straw trying to get every last drop. She stood up rubbing my over her face. She pulled me to her and we kissed. I could taste the saltiness of my sperm on her lips. She pulled away. “I’m ready now let’s go.” I smiled as I looked at the cum starting to dry on her face. “Are you going to wash your face first?” “Pouting she said “You don’t like it?” “I think you look gorgeous but it may not be received so well at the restaurant.” She stamped her foot and said “Fine.” After a moment she said “Did you like that? Wait until you see me when I put my hair in pigtails and wear my slutty school girl outfit.” This was starting to look like the next few months would be very interesting. We dried each other then she picked up her clothes and bag and went to the other bathroom. “Stay out. I’ll be out when I’m done.” I put on jeans and a long sleeve shirt then rounded up the helmet and jacket she would need to ride with me tonight. She came out of the bathroom she was wearing a pair of very low rise tight jeans, a scoop front tank top and 4”heels. It was obvious there was no bra on her magnificent breasts. She did several slow turns for me. “You Like?” “The only thing better would be you naked on my bed. Do you like being looked at in public? “I love it when men look at me. My nipples get hard and I get wet, knowing they want me and can’t have me. If it bothers you I will tone down.” “I love the way you look. You can tease but remember your mine.” I told her we were taking my motorcycle and handed her a leather jacket and helmet. “Now you’re trying to hide me.” “Not even, I would be heartbroken if I caused a blemish on your body. Besides you wear it into the restaurant unzipped, when we get to our table put both arms back so I can take if from you, it makes your breasts more prominent and pulls your top tighter. I’ll take you to my favorite bike leather shop and get you some hot leathers.” “That’s sounds good.” She pulled her long hair into a pony tail and put on the big full face helmet I had for her. “This thing is heavy.” “We’ll get you a lighter one when we get your leathers.” We got the rest of our gear on and left for dinner. She had her arms around me holding on. The problem was that one arm was holding me tight to me and the other hand was rubbing my dick thru my Jeans. When we got to the restaurant I had to stand between two cars and straighten my dick so it did not make a tent. She was giggling at my discomfort. We only waited a few minutes before they seated us at a table in the middle of the room. Mercedes put her arms back like I had told her. I slipped the jacket off, put it on her chair back and slid her chair forward as she sat. “Oooh a gentleman.” When I bent over to kiss her she whispered “Did you see the looks I got from the men?” I sat down in the chair to her right. She put her hand on mine on the table. “Thank you for taking me out and for thinking I’m pretty enough to show off.” “Any guy that’s not gay should be proud to have you on their arm anywhere.” “Most guys my age think dinner out is Jack-in-the-Box and having fun is hopping into bed.” “Does that mean its ok to take you to the Oasis for a sunset dinner tomorrow? She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Why are you being so good to me?” “I’m trying to get you in bed.” “We’ve already done that, several times. So why are you doing all this?” “I’m trying to get you in bed, again and, again and, again and, again, as long as you want. “She dried her eyes and smiled. “You will, you will, you will, you will, for as long as you’ll have me.” She didn’t say much the rest of the evening. She just smiled at me a lot and picked at her food. About 9:30 we decided it was time to leave. I had to drop her off at her work and then go to work myself. I pulled up at the entrance to the Denny’s and we got off the bike. I took her helmet and put it in one of my saddle bags. I turned back to her. She threw her arms around me and held me tight. “Promise me you will be here in the morning.” I looked down into her pleading eyes and said “You can count on it.” “Promise!” “I promise I will be here in the morning. In fact why don’t you keep the jacket with you, you’ll need it in the morning.” She hugged me tighter and said “I’ll be waiting and ready.” She emphasized the ‘Ready’. She stepped back and turned towards the doors. I got back on the bike and I heard her holler “HEY”. I turned to look at her and she was holding the jacket open with her tank top pulled up above her breasts. “Something to look forward to.” She pulled down her top, waved and went inside. I rode to work with the image of her 34D breast in my head. What was tomorrow going to bring. Stay tuned for part two

Due to the abuse of spammers and other idiots, I have restricted the comment section to members only. Members should also feel free to PM me if they wish. Lucky Whoa! Jason's Return to the University As Jason drove from his family's home toward the university campus where he was a grad student and teaching assistant, his thoughts were on his newly acquired powers. Due to a recent lab accident, he could influence other people's lives merely by thinking of the changes he wanted to make for or to them. He could control their actions merely be thinking about what he wanted them to do. He had made several changes to his family, friends, and others around town. Jason felt his life was about to take a serious turn. Whether these changes would be for the better or the worse would be determined later. As he arrived home Sunday evening, he tried to mentally unlock his front door. He was not successful. However, the barking dog that was keeping him awake that night quieted when Jason sent him the angry thought to shut up. Therefore, Jason concluded his powers would work on animals as well as humans, but not on inanimate objects such as locks. The following Tuesday evening a home basketball game was scheduled. Jason attended the game and was mildly surprised to see the cheerleaders were still going without their bras. He then remembered he had not rescinded his previous request of them. Before he had gone home for the weekend, he had attended a basketball game. Prior to the game, he had stood outside the cheerleaders' closed locker room door and wished that they would cheer without their bras. Every one of them had all complied. Their bouncing tits had kept him semi-aroused throughout the game. This game was no different. In addition, the crowd seemed to be yelling with the cheerleaders louder and much more enthusiastically than normal. The cheerleaders seemed to be enjoying their efforts as well. Jason quickly recognized the newest member of the cheer squad. The Freshman that had caught his eye and flashed her tits at him while she practiced had made the squad. Shortly after the game started, she spotted Jason sitting behind the cheer squad's seats. She smiled broadly, waved enthusiastically, and subtly shook her tits from side to side for Jason's entertainment. The home team won the game. While the crowd and team celebrated the victory, Jason made his way to the floor. He quickly found the brunette cheerleader and hugged her. Into her ear he whispered, “Congratulations on making the cheer squad. I'd like to get to know you. Will you have dinner with me tonight?” Without hesitation, she smiled and agreed, “I think I'd like that. I'll meet you in front of the auditorium as soon as we shower and our coach dismisses us.” Jason smiled and said, “That will be great. I'll see you then. I'll wait beside the big oak tree to the right of the walkway.” He then headed out the exit and toward the agreed upon meeting spot. About half an hour later, Jason spotted his dinner date coming out of the auditorium's main entrance. When she saw Jason waiting next to the tree, she sprinted up to his side and gave him a firm hug. She looked up into his smiling face and asked, “Are you ready to go?” Jason took a few seconds to take in the vision loveliness that was on his arm. Her still damp hair had been pulled back into a pony tail that bounced and waved in the breeze as she had come toward him. Her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle. Her cheer outfit was in the bag she carried and had been replaced by a black mid-thigh length skirt and snug fitting dark red blouse. She still wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were obviously erect and were creating nice firm bumps in the blouse. White socks with the school logo on each ankle and white deck shoes completed her attire. Neither spoke a word as they stood arm in arm next to the ancient oak tree. Finally Jason broke the silence. He stepped back, held out his hand, and said, “Hi, my name is Jason. It is a pleasure to finally properly meet you.” She seemed startled but quickly replied, “Oh! Jason, my name is Sharon. I am so glad to meet you too.” Sharon hesitated a short time before continuing, “I want to tell you how thankful I am to you.” Jason was confused. “Why would you be thankful to me? I haven't even taken you to dinner yet.” She took a deep breath and replied, “Do you remember when I flashed you at our practice?” Without waiting for an answer, Sharon continued, “I don't know why I did that. Something in my head just told me to do it. Anyway, I'm nineteen-years-old and up until then I had been extremely bashful. I'm from a small farming community and had never ventured far from home. Even though I was a cheerleader in high school, I didn't have many dates. I was always too shy to talk to the nicer boys, and I wasn't interested in the rowdier boys.” Sharon's bashfulness seemed to have melted away and her inner feelings came bubbling to the surface. She continued, “When I flashed you my boobs, something broke free inside of me. I became much more relaxed and began relating to other people much easier. Strangely, I began to enjoy showing myself off just a little. That's why I didn't wear a bra to meet you.” Jason looked at Sharon's chest again. He smiled and said, “I can tell. You have a very nice pair of breasts, Sharon. I really appreciate the view, and I'd like to see more of them later. But for now, shall we get going? I'm hungry.” Jason then took her hand to lead her to his car. Once there he helped her into the passenger seat. He then went around the car and slid in behind the steering wheel. As he settled into the car's seat, he looked at Sharon's tits again and thought, 'Perhaps I can get a good look at that pussy later tonight as well.' Sharon gasped and squirmed in her seat, gazed at Jason's crotch, and smiled broadly. “Yes, let's get going. I'm feeling a little hungry too.” Jason took Sharon to a nice restaurant where they continued to chat about their lives. He told her about his family and she told him about hers. It turned out that Sharon had a twin sister, Susan, who was still just as shy as Sharon had been. Jason immediately began thinking of the possibilities of having both sisters willing to give him pleasure. They had just finished eating when Sharon took a deep breath and looked Jason in the eyes. Almost breathlessly she asked, “Jason, will you take me home now? There is something I've been wanting to do all evening.” Jason politely replied, “Of course I'll take you home. Were do you live?” Sharon looked dreamily at her date, giggled, and said, “No Jason, I mean take me to your home.” Jason rose and took Sharon's hand to help her up from her chair. She squeezed his hand as she stood. She then continued holding his hand as she let him lead her out of the restaurant and to his car. She scooted close to him for the short ride to his off-campus apartment. The ride home was uneventful. Sharon's need to show Jason her pussy continued to grow stronger as the minutes slipped by. Again, just like when she flashed her tits at him, a compete stranger at the time, she had no idea why she had an overwhelming urge to show Jason her most intimate parts. For some reason, she just knew she had to show this man her pussy. She had thought about it all evening. She had become aroused and very wet between her legs. She was so glad she made it a habit of shaving herself before each game. Once they arrived at his apartment, Jason politely opened the door for his date. Sharon asked, “Please Jason, where's your restroom?” When Jason pointed the way, she told him, “Thank you. I'll be right back.” Sharon then kissed his cheek before heading down the hallway. As she ducked into his restroom, Jason quietly said to himself, “This is turning out much better than I thought.” He then turned on some soft music, poured them each a glass of red wine, and dimmed the lights. Just as he sat on the couch Jason heard the restroom door open. He looked up and saw Sharon coming toward him. She was nude from the waste up. Her firm C-cup breasts stood proudly on her chest. Her hard nipples prominently perched on top of her fleshy mounds. Her hair had been brushed out and formed a dark halo around her face and cascaded over her shoulders. Sharon smiled and said, “I thought you might like to see my boobs again.” Jason smiled, but before he could speak, she reached down to the hem of her short skirt and lifted it to her waist. She was no longer wearing her panties, and Jason could easily see her well shaved pussy. Her juices that were leaking from her had made her puffy pussy lips shine. “And I thought you might like to see my pussy too.” She stood there holding her skirt up and continued, “God, I hope you don't think I'm too forward. I don't know why, but I feel the same way I did when I flashed my boobs for you. I have an irresistible urge to show you my pussy. I've been hot and wet for you all night and....” Still seated, Jason smiled up at his guest and interrupted her, “Sharon, you look absolutely delicious. I love bald pussy.” He then reached out, took hold of her hips, and pulled her close to him. She gasped when he kissed her bald pubic mound. “Oh Jason, no one has ever kissed me there. As a matter of fact, no one has ever touched or even seen me there.” “Then you're a virgin? I knew it! There's nothing like the taste and aroma of a fresh virgin pussy.” He then firmly placed a lingering kiss on her pubic mound just above the beginning of her slit. He tilted his head up to look into her eyes and gave her pussy a gentle lick that ended with a flick to her awakening clit. She gasped again and breathlessly said, “Oh God Jason, please go slow with me. I want you, but I don't know what to do.” “That's alright Sharon. I'll help you along and, since it will be your first time, I'll be as gentle as I can with you. Come with me.” Jason then took her hand and led Sharon to his bedroom. Sharon nervously took Jason's hand and followed him to his bed. Once there, she kicked off her shoes and dropped her skirt to the floor. Except for her socks, she then stood nude in a man's bedroom for the first time in her young life. She was getting nervous and a bit frightened. Her lack of experience made her nervous, but it was knowing there would be pain that was making her fearful. Jason could see Sharon was shaking and a bit frightened of what was about to happen. He gently took her into his arms and firmly hugged her. He felt her begin to relax as he stroked her hair with one hand while his other rubbed her lower back and firm butt. He then took her hands in his, looked into her eyes, and told her, “Sharon, you have a beautiful body. Your days as a cheerleader have made you firm yet soft. I will certainly enjoy our time together, and I hope you will as well.” He then silently thought, 'Sharon, you will feel very little pain when I take your cherry. Then you will enjoy your first fucking.' He then pulled her nude body close to him and kissed her with passion. Jason could feel Sharon's anxiety fading away. Sharon easily pulled her hands free from Jason's grip and began unbuttoning his shirt. She soon had it off and tossed it to the side. She then knelt in front of him and released his belt, unsnapped his pants, and lowered his zipper. Jason helped Sharon push his pants and boxers down over his hips and down to his ankles. Jason was fully erect and his seven-inch cock was ready for action. It was then that the naive teen got a good look at the first real cock she had ever seen. It was right there in front of her face. Sharon gasped, “Oh!” She leaned back, sat on her heels, and asked, “Jason, how will that thing fit in me? How can it? It's so big, and I've never done this before.” Jason helped Sharon to her feet and again took her into his arms. He softly told her, “It will fit. I promise you that before this night is over, you will be loving the cock that took your cherry and filled your pussy.” He then lifted her into his cradling arms and gently laid her on his bed while crawling in beside her. Her head had remained cradled in his right arm while she scooted up close to him. They gazed into each others eyes before enjoying a long and passionate kiss. Jason then began kissing and nibbling his way down Sharon's firm body. He paid particular attention to her tits. He sucked and nibbled her nipples until she was writhing on the bed beneath him. The then sucked hard on one spot between her tits. He continued to suck that spot until he had given Sharon a prominent hickey centered between her tits. Jason then continued kissing and licking his way down her body. She giggled when he delved his tongue into her belly button. His next stop was her bald pubic mound. After he placed a lingering kiss on her well shaved pubic mound he began licking the entire area. Sharon cooed, “Oh Jason, that feels so nice.” She then began spreading her legs for him. Without taking his lips off her mound, Jason turned so his body was sliding in between her legs. Sharon spread her legs wide enough for his shoulders to fit between her smooth thighs. He then kissed just a little further down and placed a kiss directly over her snugly closed virginal pussy lips. Sharon gasped but did not resist Jason's efforts. Jason then gave her one slow pussy lip parting lick from her asshole to her clit and inhaled deeply. Sharon thrust her pelvis up to Jason's face and cooed, “Oh Jason, what are you doing to me. That felt so exciting.” Jason smiled up at her and replied, “Hummm! There's nothing like the taste and aroma of a virgin's fresh pussy. Would you like me to stop?” She begged him, “Oh God no! Don't stop, Jason! Please don't stop!” He had no intentions of stopping. Instead he dove tongue first into her awakening hole. Jason lapped, kissed, sucked, and probed as deep as his tongue would let him into her rapidly moistening pussy. He quickly had Sharon writhing on the bed beneath him as she felt an orgasm building in her core. Just when he felt she was about to explode in orgasm, he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it gently with his tongue. Sharon grabbed the back of his head with both hands, pulled his face tightly to her soaking wet pussy. As her orgasm exploded deep in her core, she began rapidly thrusting her pelvis up to Jason's face. In a gasping voice, she cried out, “Oh God yes! Eat me! Eat my pussy!” She then thrust up and held her ass off the bed while Jason continued sucking her clit. When Sharon began to relax and lowered her ass back to the bed, Jason released her clit from his sucking lips. He slowly and gently kissed and licked her hole which was oozing with her juices. He soon had her building toward another orgasm. This time, when she seemed about to go over the edge, he crawled up her body until his cock's head was snuggled between her pussy's outer lips. The teen cooed, “Oh Jason, are you going to take me now?” He answered with a whisper into her ear, “Yes, Sharon. I'm going to pop your cherry now.” As she hugged him tightly, he began pressing his cock forward. Her virgin pussy was very tight and seemed to resist Jason's entry from the beginning. Sharon grimaced when his cock's head pushed against her intact hymen. He softly whispered into her ear, “Are you ready?” With a bit of hesitation, she replied, “I think so. I'm not sur.... Aiiiieeeee. Oh God! Ooooh!” Sharon's entire body tensed. Jason had suddenly pushed through her hymen and fully entered Sharon's thight pussy. His cock's head was nestled against her cervix. He held still to give her a chance to get used to a cock in her pussy. He could feel her pussy muscles trying to relax and get accustomed to the invader in her depths. He again whispered in her ear, “Are you alright?” “Yes. I'm fine. The pain wasn't all that bad. It felt like I had been stung be a bee. Now I just feel full. You were right Jason, I like the feeling of you filling me so full.” Jason then began sawing his ridged seven-inch cock in and out of Sharon's tight pussy. “Oh baby, your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.” With a gasping voice, she replied, “Yes! Oh yes! Fuck me, Jason. Fill my pussy with your wonderful cock.” Jason slowly began to add speed and power to his thrusts. He was soon pounding Sharon's cunt with all he had. She responded by wrapping her legs around his legs and returning his thrusts. “Umph! Umph! Umph!” She grunted each time Jason's cock bumped into her cervix. Jason warned her of his impending eruption, “I'm about to cum baby.” In a gasping voice, she replied, “It's okay. I'm safe. I'm on the pill. Give me all you've got. Fill my pussy with your cum. I want to feel you pumping in me.” The teen begged. Jason slammed deep into her horny hole and began cuming deep in her cunt. He bathed Sharon's cervix with its first load of cum. At the same time, Sharon's orgasm washed over her. She raised her knees and pressed her heels into Jason's ass. Thus she held the spewing cock in her depths tightly against her cervix. She cried out, “Oh God yes! Fill me with your cum. It feels so warm and wonderful.” As her climax ebbed, she released Jason's ass and lowered her knees. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. She kissed her lover and cooed into his ear, “Oh Jason, I never knew it could be so good. I loved how your cock filled may pussy and then you filled me with your cum. I want to do this again real soon.” Jason replied, “We will, baby. We will very soon.” He then thought, 'Don't you want to clean my cock. It has your blood, your pussy juices, and my cum all over it.' Sharon giggled and said, “I hope so. I feel I need to clean you up, but I don't know what to do.” Jason laughed and told her, “Honey, all you have to do is lick and suck my cock until it's clean.” Without hesitation Sharon turned her body and took Jason's cock deep into her mouth. As her tongue swirled around the shaft, she bobbed up and down and sucked hard. She quickly noticed Jason wasn't getting soft. Instead he began thrusting up into her mouth. As his cock repeatedly pushed at the entrance to her throat, he gave her another mental suggestion. 'Take my cock into your throat, baby. Then swallow the cum I give you.' Sharon then began pushing Jason's cock deeper into her mouth and partially down her throat. She was unable to take all seven inches but she did succeed in pushing a couple of inches of cock into her gullet. She felt his cock swell in her throat and heard Jason groan in pleasure. She began swallowing hard. She then felt the first spurt of cum shoot into her throat. The sensation of her swallowing had caused Jason to begin unloading into her throat. She was able to take the first two spurts in her throat before she had to pull the cock out and suck the remaining cum into her mouth. When Jason's cock stopped cuming, she let it slip from her lips and looked up at a smiling Jason. She smiled back, showed him the cum still in her mouth and swallowed. Jason then silently willed his cock to soften and he and Sharon cuddled before dozing off to sleep. Just as Sharon fell into dreamland, Jason gave her one more silent suggestion. 'Sharon, you will want me to fuck you every weekend. You want to invite your twin sister to come for a visit. Ou want to share me with her. You will bring her with you next time you come to see me.' Early the next morning Jason and Sharon were both rushed. Sharon had an early class and Jason an early lab to supervise. AS they kissed goodbye at Jason's door, Sharon said, “I may have a surprise for you Friday evening. I hope you like it.” Jason smiled at her for he already knew what her surprise would be. They then rushed out to Jason's car and they hurried to the campus. Due to conflicting schedules, they didn't see each other the rest of the week. Susan was excited when her twin sister called to invite her to the university for a visit the following weekend. Even though it was only Wednesday afternoon, she started packing right away.

I was awoken again by the sound of laughter, doors shutting and a heavy trolleys being carted down the hallway. It was becoming intolerable. There were a multitude of guests moving in and out of the room next door. Gales of laughter and chatter signalled their arrival and departure. In hindsight, all the paparazzi and security downstairs should've tipped me off that something was going on in the hotel. Suddenly I heard a female voice call out rather loudly from just outside my door, "Are we done yet?" "Almost, I'll send the next one up," replied someone further in the distance. To their credit, they were both clearly trying to keep their voices down. But I could still hear them clearly. The clock read 11:45 pm. I had been falling asleep and waking up for over an hour. Frustrated, I stormed out of my room and into the hall and knocked angrily on the door of the room adjacent to mine. The door opened quickly and before I even laid eyes on the person inside, I said, "Excuse me, but it's almost midnight and I'm REALLY sleep deprived and you and your friends have been making a lot of noise." "I'm so sorry. I'm almost done for tonight. I'll try to keep the noise down," replied a female English accent. I had seen the person standing before me countless times on TV and in magazines, and yet despite that, I couldn't quite believe it was really her. She looked me right in the eyes, and gave me a beautiful smile. I know it's cheesy to say, but Emma Watson was more beautiful in person than in the movies. She clearly realised I wasn't in the best of moods and decided not to say anything further. But when Emma Watson looks you in the eyes and smiles, any anger you might have had vanishes in an instant. Eventually, I said, "Okay, this explains a lot. You're Emma Watson aren't you?" "So they tell me." "And all those people were-" "Journalists," she said. "My flight came in late so I missed the press conference earlier today. And my publicist thought it would be a good idea to let the top tabloids and film blogs get one-on-one interviews with me. We've gone way over time." "I'm sorry, I hadn't realised it was you. I just figured with all the noise coming from your room and all the men apparently lining up..." A bemused look crept across her face and suddenly I realised how I sounded. I would not blame her if she were to hit me. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I'm not implying...it's just...fuck. I'm really tired," I stammered. To my surprise, she laughed and said, "No no, don't apologise. I get it. If there's a long line of men entering a girl's hotel room late at night; that girl's likely to be an actress or a hooker." 'Just remember that you said that and not me,' I chuckled. I was glad to see she was apparently not the stuck-up diva I was half expecting. In fact, she seemed anything but a huge movie star. She was shorter than me, my age and wearing a surprisingly pedestrian jeans and shirt ensemble. She could've passed as an average university student. "I would've thought someone of your stature would be up in the penthouse," I said. "Some foreign diplomat has booked out the place," she replied before asking, "You know my name, but I'm afraid I don't know yours." She leaned against the door frame in a manner that was strangely alluring. For a moment, I actually forgot my own name. But I recovered quickly and replied, "Nate." "Emma," she replied and extended her hand. "Yeah, I know," I laughed nervously, still very much star struck. We shook hands. Her grip was firm, and her hand was smoother than I thought possible. She felt real, she looked real and her perfume smelt real, but this whole exchange still felt like it was a dream. Meeting Emma Watson just should not factor into my daily schedule. I mean, the mere geographical distance between where I live in Australia and her home country of England should be enough to guarantee a lifetime of separation between us. "I hope I didn't wake you," she said with surprising sincerity. "I'm glad you did, or we wouldn't be having this conversation. I love your work," I said, whilst trying hard to curb my enthusiasm. "That's very nice of you to say. What do you do for a living?" "Lawyer. Well, a graduate lawyer anyway. I'm still at the bottom of the food chain." "Still, you're a lawyer. That sounds exciting." "Says the famous actress." She laughed. "You sound Australian." "I am." "What's with the hotel room? Did the girlfriend kick you out of the house?" she asked with a wry smile. In the back of my mind, a small part of me wondered if the girlfriend remark was just to see if I was single. Another part of me thought I was a fucking idiot for even thinking she would be interested. But then, she did seem very normal. And I know many relationships that have started with innocent conversations like this. But the mere thought of the word "relationship" entering into this train of thought meant I was having delusions of grandeur. "Actually, I'm from out of town. I'm just in Sydney for a few days on business; mainly observing court proceedings. What about you? I swear I saw you on the news earlier tonight." "Film premiere. I was suppose to fly into Sydney this morning, have a press conference and then attend the premiere, but my flight was delayed and I only arrived about 5 or 6 hours ago. I barely made the premiere. And now I've been subjected to almost two hours of interviews." "Time to get a new publicist I think." She gave a tired laugh. "I think you're right." There was a momentary pause. She continued to lean against the door frame and look down the hallway absently. I had eyes only for her. It was strange to be this close to her. I could smell her intoxicating perfume, see every strand of hair and every tiny detail on her face. She wore a lot of makeup, but considering she was giving interviews and had a premiere only several hours earlier, it wasn't much of surprise. "How much longer are you in Sydney?" I asked. "I have a few more interviews tomorrow, a photo shoot and then I'm off to New Zealand the next day. You?" "Attending a trial tomorrow from about 9-5 and pray to God the matter doesn't drag onto the next day. But more likely than not, I'll probably leave Sydney the same day as you." Suddenly, a female voice called out from down the hall, "Emma! Empire Magazine is here for you." Further down the hall by the elevator stood a professional looking middle aged woman, and with her, presumably the Empire Magazine interviewer and a cameraman behind her. Emma turned to me for a moment and whispered, "Kill me,' before waving them over. "Nice meeting you Miss Watson," I said. We shook hands again as she said, "Please, you look the same age as me. Call me Emma." I smiled and turned to leave but suddenly found her still gripping my hand. I turned to face her again and for a moment, she looked as if her words had left her. Dare I say she even looked slightly nervous. It was a strange sight to see a famous celebrity like her at a loss for words. It was even stranger given the fact she was talking to me. Eventually, she blurted out, "I'm not doing anything tomorrow night." This took my by surprise and I struggled to play it cool. "Neither do I." "Great," she said sounding relieved. "Great." "Just knock anytime after 5." Suddenly her publicist was pushing her into the room and the Empire Magazine crew quickly followed. Neither of them gave me as much as a glance. I walked in a daze back to my room, not quite believing what had happened. Should've grabbed an autograph or a photo I thought as I drifted off to sleep. *** My first thoughts upon waking up the next morning were of Emma. Last night felt like a dream. I had woken up, got out of bed, went across the hall, talked to one of the biggest movie stars on the planet and fell asleep again two minutes later; it could've very easily been a dream. But then, my dreams of meeting beautiful actresses usually involve more nudity. This was real. Emma Watson was next door. That was reality. A wide array of fantasies went through my head; each one more ridiculous and unlikely than the last. Eventually, I put these thoughts aside and grabbed my iPad and Googled "Emma Watson". Most of the results were expected. "EMMA WATSON- WIKIPEDIA" "EMMA WATSON- THE OFFICIAL WEBSITE" "PEEK-A-BOOB: EMMA WATSON'S LATEST RED-CARPET WARDROBE MALFUNCTION" The latter really wasn't a big deal; just the tabloids spouting their typical drivel and blowing something way out of proportion. Other search results were more recent but not exactly interesting. "EMMA WATSON SHINES AT SYDNEY PREMIERE OF NEW MOVIE" "EMMA WATSON RUMOURED FOR ARONOFSKY'S NEXT PROJECT" Some other search results however... "EMMA WATSON BREAKS UP WITH BOYFRIEND" I clicked on the link immediately. The article was dated only 3 months ago. The subheading read: "SOURCES CLOSE TO HARRY POTTER STAR CONFIRM SPLIT CITING ERRATIC FILMING SCHEDULES AND LACK OF COMMUNICATION IN RECENT MONTHS" For some inexplicable reason, this excited me. But even I knew this excitement made no sense. This was Emma Watson after all. Her being single doesn't exactly mean I get to fill the void. That's like saying I get to play in the English Soccer team because David Beckham is out injured; it just doesn't work that way. But then I remembered her words to me last night: "I'm not doing anything tomorrow night" and "just knock anytime after 5". The thought continued to occupy my mind all morning. I continued to think about it while I was eating breakfast, while I was at work and every other second of the day. Was this a date? Was it just a drink? There was only one certainty; if I wanted to do something, I needed to do it quickly. We would both only be in Sydney for another day and God knows when she'd ever return to Australia. But even as these plans and schemes ran through my head, I knew how ridiculous they were. I sat through the trial in Court that day and barely paid attention. Closing arguments are MUCH longer in real life than in the movies. I was just as restless when the judge came to a decision and delivered his verdict late in the afternoon. I sat in the public gallery taking notes and thinking about Emma. Where do I take someone like her on a date? Her million dollar pay checks aside; should I be chivalrous and pay for the meal? Court was adjourned at 4:45 pm. I found myself practically running back to the hotel. I arrived at 5:05 and almost knocked on her door then and there. But I decided it probably didn't look good if I knocked only five minutes after five o'clock, sweating, out of breath and still in my work clothes. So I went inside my room, showered, picked out a nice set of clothes and spent about 20 minutes trying to look impeccable. The whole time I wondered what she was doing. Was she going above and beyond preparing a potential date like I was? Was she anxiously waiting by the door for me? Did she forget? I knocked on the door at 5:30. I had butterflies in my stomach, I was sweating and I was unable to keep still. Funny thing though; no one came to the door. In answer to my earlier question; it turns out she did forget. *** It was 8:00 pm. I sat at the hotel bar sullenly drinking a beer and eating a burger. To be honest, I was enjoying the beer much more. For the entire day all I thought about was Emma. I concocted all these unlikely fantasies in my head, but I now considered them all completely impossible. I missed what ever tiny and insignificantly small chance I might have had. To get over this monumental disappointment, I turned my attention back to the reason I was in Sydney, my work. My mind turned away from Emma and back to case law, fresh evidence and grounds for appeal. On the one hand, appealing the verdict would be relatively easy. However, given the fact that this matter was moved to a different jurisdiction and my firm already briefed the matter out to an independent barrister, no one is quite sure who should- "This seat taken?" said a familiar voice. It was almost frightening how attuned I was to Emma's English accent. Every word was so precisely pronounced giving her diction an air of sophistication. I turned around to see her; even in my dreams she didn't look this beautiful. I tried to find one imperfection but I couldn't. She wore what appeared to be a Burberry coat and beneath, just regular jeans and a sleeveless blouse. While she dressed like any other twentysomething year old, she also exuded a very glamorous Hollywood quality. It's probably her makeup and very elaborate hairdo; not to mention her absurdly large sunglasses she wore, at 8:00 pm no less. "I'm not interrupting you am I?" she asked after I didn't respond. "No, God no," I said, instantly forgetting all my dull musings about work. She sat down next to me as I tried to think of something clever to say. As before, my words failed me and the only quip I could come up with was, "Nice sunglasses. Do they only come in extra extra large?" Emma smiled tiredly before replying, "It's all part of my never ending game of hide and seek with the paparazzi" "Who won today's game?" "Considering the hotel concierge is outside shouting that only patrons are allowed inside, I'll give them this one." The scent of her perfume filled the air; it lured me in and I didn't want to leave her side ever again. She smiled at me and casually took some chips off my plate before ordering a beer for herself. How the hell can she make something this ordinary look so damn sexy? "You look really pretty," I said dumbly. "Thank you," she replied in an almost shy manner. "Seriously, you look really good." "Hair and makeup courtesy of Vogue Magazine. Just got back from a photo shoot." "Oh. I just assumed you were going somewhere nice." "I am. I'm having a drink with you. Sorry I missed out date, the photo shoot and interview ran overtime like always. I would've called, but I didn't have your number." There was so much to process in so little time. Not least of which was the fact she used the word "date". I decided to seize the opportunity. "Not too late to go somewhere. Pick a place." She flashed me a very endearing smile and said, "Sorry, but I'm really tired, I think I'd prefer to spend the night in the hotel. And also, don't take this the wrong way, but if I'm seen leaving this place with you, TMZ will be running an article about how I have new boyfriend by dawn tomorrow." "I'd actually be perfectly fine with that." She laughed before subtly changing topics and asking, "How was your day in Court?" I smiled at her question; partially because I didn't expect her to remember our conversation. Despite the very good impression she made, I still expected her to act very stuck-up and elitist. But aside from her Burberry coat which I could only assume was as overpriced as anything bearing the word "Burberry", she still exuded a very down-to-Earth vibe. "Well, my client is completely fucked. So there's that. How was your day?" "Pretty good. Interviews went well and I learnt some kick-arse hair and makeup tips from the girls at Vogue." "So you're enjoying Australia then?" "I love it. The people here are great. People here have much less of a "fuck you" attitude than the States and are less snooty and pretentious than England." "You've clearly never been to Melbourne." "And you've clearly never been to Brown University or London," she replied, laughing. She took a few more chips off my plate which brought a smile to my face. I hadn't expected to be sharing food with Emma Watson. Such small innocent acts like this brought me more joy than I thought possible. "I'm sorry I seem to be eating all your food but I've barely eaten a thing since breakfast. The studios been running me ragged. I'm starving." "Don't worry. I like watching you eat." This time she visibly blushed. I sat there for a moment trying to figure out if what I just said was charming or creepy. I suspected the latter. In order to change topics, I said, "Oh, I almost forgot." I reached into my bag on the barstool beside me and pulled out a copy of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows". She laughed the moment she saw it and took my pen without question. "You didn't think you'd get away without signing something did you?" I said. "Don't worry, I'm use to it,' she laughed, before adding; "Such a shame though, I was starting to like you, but you just had to bring up Harry Potter didn't you?!" "What wrong with Harry Potter?!" I chuckled. "You obviously don't like talking about your work. I don't like talking about mine. And seriously, of all the books you got 'Deathly Hallows' " "I would've gotten 'Prisoner of Azkaban' but they were sold out." "Shame, it's my favourite." She finished writing something on the inside of the book and handed it back to me. I put it back into bag without another word. Emma ordered another drink having already finished her first. We lapsed into a momentary silence. I looked at her carefully for a moment and realised she was tapping her foot on the floor furiously and simultaneously tearing apart a napkin. I realised just then that for whatever reason, she was nervous. Why, I could not say. But then it dawned on me that for all her fame and riches, she was still a 23 year old girl having a drink at a bar with a guy she just met. Could it be that she was just as scared of me as I was of her? Even the mere notion seemed ridiculous, but here we are. After a moment, she said, and I suspected more to break the silence than anything else: "A signed copy of that book will fetch you a few hundred quid on eBay." "I'll keep that in mind." More silence. She just sat at the bar leaning heavily on one elbow sipping her beer. I peered beneath the makeup and realised how tired she was. I just sat in Court all day but now that I actually thought what she said, I realised she must've been on the move constantly. "Tired?" I asked. "Very. And jet-lagged," she explained. I watched her as she brought the cold beer to her lips and drank almost a third of the pint at once. I loved that she could just sit at the bar and have a beer; somehow I had expected her to be the Cristal drinking type. I finished up my dinner as she looked around the bar for a moment before turning to me and saying; "That guy sitting at the end of the bar on my left." I looked past her down the bar to see an ordinary guy in his 30s looking at us. Not surprisingly, he appeared very interested in Emma but seemed harmless enough. "What about him?" I asked. "Is he taking photos of me with his phone?" I looked at him carefully and saw his iPhone was sitting on its side on the bar. He subtly had his finger on the camera button and appeared to be furiously taking photos stealthily. "Well I'll be damned," I muttered, "should I call security?" "No, let's just go," she sighed. "I thought you didn't want to go out." "I don't. We'll head up to my room. It'll give us some privacy. We'll have a few drinks." I didn't hesitate to say "yes" and was already on my feet before she could say another word. Before we left, Emma got the bartender's attention and said, "Can I grab two of those bottles!" Emma said, pointing to some champagne bottles on the top shelf with labels didn't recognise. This took the bartender by surprised, I assume partly because Emma Watson was speaking to him but also because no one probably asked to buy that brand of champagne. "Two? One bottle is quite pricey." Emma just chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him. He caught on pretty quickly that price wasn't going to be an issue for this girl. He grabbed two bottles from the top shelf while Emma placed what appeared at least eight $50 bills on the counter. "And could you have sent up to room 1138 whatever my friend was eating. I'm starving," she said before turning to me and asking, "Do you want anything?" "I've got everything I want right here," I replied not too subtly. Emma casually handed me both bottles, grabbed her purse and stood up. "Will you forgive if I abandon chivalry and not offer to pay for these?" I said, while trying to pronounce the name of the French champagne label in my head. "Don't worry. I can afford it." "Yeah I know. I Googled how much you earn," I muttered. *** Getting to Emma's room took much longer than I expected, in no small part because we were stopped repeatedly by her fans who approached her asking for photos and to shake her hand. I was exhausted just watching this, but Emma, ever the consummate professional and was patient and polite to every single on of them. Eventually, we finally reached our rooms. I blindly threw bag into my room, hearing the books and folders inside crash with a loud thud against the cupboard, before closing the door and hurriedly walking into Emma's room. It was certainly smaller than I expected for a celebrity, but still considerably larger than mine. It was clearly a room meant for a family, but I suppose with the penthouse booked out, this was the next best thing. And the hotel had clearly added a couple of extra luxury amenities to make her feel at home from considerably more expensive furniture to a comically large gift basket. Emma hadn't even touched the gift basket save for a bottle of wine which stood mostly empty beside the basket; I only spotted one glass. "Make yourself at home Nate. I'll be back in a minute. Just need to freshen up," she said, before adding, "and open up the champagne. I need a drink." "Yes ma'am." I sat down on the couch and opened the bottle of champagne and filled two glasses I found in the kitchen (the fact this hotel room even had a kitchen took me by surprise). I drank a large portion my glass to calm my nerves and quickly refilled it so Emma wouldn't notice. I decided I'd try to take it easy on the alcohol. I only just realised I already had several beers down in the hotel bar. But then, so did she. In fact, now that I thought about it, she finished both of her beers remarkably quickly. I didn't know what to make of the fact she brought me up here along with two bottles of expensive champagne. I was lost in these thoughts when Emma slinked past and sat down on the couch beside me and grabbed her glass. She had taken off her coat and slipped out of her heels. She rested her bare feet against on the table and casually took a sip and turned on the TV without saying a word. Her jeans clung tightly to her legs and her sleeveless blouse showed off her slender arms. "Emma, that perfume of yours is something else." "You don't like it?" she said with a hint of concern in her voice. "Oh no, I love it. You smell so damn good." She blushed and turned away for a moment taking a large sip of her champagne before replying, "Something I picked up in Cannes during the film festival. I'm glad you like it." I looked at her once more; it seems looking at her is all I'm capable of doing around her. She just had this wonderful quality, beyond her fame, which just made her impossible to turn away from. At the moment, all I could think about was how perfect she looked. And I don't mean that to be hyperbole, I mean she actually looked perfect. Everything from her makeup to her hair just seemed that much neater and flawless compared to when we first walked into the room. Was this for my benefit? She noticed I was staring at her and asked, "What?" "Nothing, you just look so..." I said before trailing off. Emma leaned in close to me on the couch and asked in a seductive voice, "Yes?" I couldn't help but chuckle nervously as I forced myself to tear my gaze away from her eyes for a moment. I was going to reply with a cheesy pick-up line when I spotted something in my peripheral and said, "You're on TV." Emma turned to the TV and sure enough, there was footage of the film premiere from last night. Emma reached for the remote and turned up the volume. I was thankful for the distraction. I was hopeless at flirting under normal circumstances much less with famous actresses. On the television, Emma walking down the red carpet in an ornate white dress. The reporter said, "Harry Potter actress Emma Watson was 20 minutes late for the Australian premiere of her new film and walked down the red carpet alone. The 23 year old actress later cited a delay with her flight in Kuala Lumpur. Watson was eventually joined by her co-stars for photos, but not before an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction caused her to bare more skin than she would have liked, causing a flurry of photos from the press." "Oh fuck me!" Emma muttered exhaustedly before adding, "I didn't even realise." I struggled to suppress a smile but Emma shot me a glare that was two parts embarrassment and one part annoyance. "It's not as bad as you think," I said comfortingly. "You're just saying that. They didn't even show any footage." "Well it's all over the internet." Emma looked surprise and said, "Have you seen the pictures?" "Um..." I trailed off as Emma looked at me again with those eyes of hers. She didn't seem particularly angry, just embarrassed. Her face was red as a beet as it became more flushed. "I may have seen a couple of articles about it this morning," I continued. "And?" "Like I said, it's not bad. Just a hint quick glimpse of your...um," I stammered, not sure how to best phrase it. "My tits?" Emma suggested with a nervous smile. "No, just you nipples," I replied hesitantly. "Oh God," Emma groaned, burying her head in her hands. "Actually it's more like nipple. Only one of them was visible." "I just had to pick the dress with a lot of cleavage didn't I?" she muttered, more to herself than to me. "I wasn't even wearing pasties last night." "Wearing what?" I asked. "Pasties. They're these little patches that cover your nipples. Actresses use them all the time when they're filming a nude scene or on the red carpet to avoid stuff like this. They've saved me from a few awkward wardrobe malfunctions in the past," Emma explained. "Still, don't worry about it. Not really a big deal. And you looked great." "I looked great? Or my nipples did?" she asked wryly. I thought about the question for a moment and before slowly replying, "Both." Emma laughed and gently placed a hand on my forearm. Emma Watson was touching my arm. It's strange how something so innocent could feel so good. It only lasted for a moment though. She quickly reached for her champagne glass again and took another sip. And a few moments of silence, Emma said, "It could've been worse I suppose. The dress hugged my body rather closely, so I had to go commando last night." "Commando? You mean no...um...no panties," I asked slowly as my mouth suddenly went dry and my pulse suddenly quickened just a tiny bit. "None," she said. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Emma jumped to her feet and headed to the door. Her food had arrived. *** The next couple of hours were a blur. She ate her dinner, we both drank and talked while the TV was on in the background. It was hardly a romantic date. We were just two people hanging out. It wasn't at all how I expected a night with Emma Watson to go. Despite all appearances pointing to the contrary, part of me still expected a prima donna who would complain about all the grease and the amount of calories in her burger. Instead she devoured the whole thing plus her fries and spent a couple of minutes debating whether to order another one. She was just an ordinary girl in her early twenties. Mind you this ordinary girl was famous worldwide and had millions to her name, but as we talked about everything from favourite restaurants to music and even our shared love of 'Game of Thrones', it was hard to view her as anything more than a girl my age who I shared common interests with and whose company I enjoyed for reasons that went beyond her fame. In other words, if this were anyone else, I would've asked her out on a date by now. And call me crazy, but she seemed to be flirting just as much as I was. Long after she had finished her meal and we were well into the second bottle of champagne, we found ourselves leaning on oppose ends of the couch, facing each other with our legs intertwined. Her right foot was running up and down my leg; neither of us made a big deal of it, but secretly, I think by this point, we both knew what the other wanted. I said to her, "So, sorry if this sounds rude, and not that I don't love hanging out with Miss Hermione Granger, but aren't there other people from your film who were at the premiere that you'd rather hang out with?" "Do you hang out with your work colleagues?" "Sometimes." "Just because I worked with them for a couple of months, doesn't mean they're the type of people I'd hangout with. They're good people, but just not my type of people." "But I am?" "You're funny. And aside from the book you had me sign before and the fact you just called me Hermione, you've barely mentioned Harry Potter. A quality I look for in a guy." "Are you looking for a guy?" "Not actively. But I'll admit, I've been keeping an eye out during these past months." "Ever since you split with your boyfriend?" I asked while watching her face carefully to gauge her reaction. She lowered the glass of champagne from her lips and said, "You've been researching me." "You're an interesting person." "Because I played Hermione Granger?" "Partly. But also because you're not at all what I expected." "And what did you expect Nate?" "A spoilt child actress," I said honestly. "You haven't seen me on my bad days," she replied with a smile. "I'd like to." "You really wouldn't. I can be a real prima donna when I want to be. Every bit the bitchy Hollywood celebrity." "Are you sure that's not just you being a woman?" Emma laughed and playfully kicked me. "How very chauvinistic of you." "Alright, so we've established that I'm funny and you're not a prima donna. But I still don't think that explains why you invited me up here." "I'm just feeling a bit lonely I guess." "Really?" I asked. I took that as a sign and sat up straight and pulled her right leg into my lap. "Really," she replied firmly. I placed my hand on her knee and slowly ran it up the inside of her thigh. The champagne had given me a bold courage. I'd been drinking so much I barely realised the significance of what I was doing and to who I was doing it to. All I knew in this moment was that I wanted her. And she seemed very willing. I slid my hand over her coarse denim jeans until my hand was right between her legs, the top of my fingers grazing the zipper of jeans. Despite all that, I could still feel the warmth from between her legs. Emma held her breath and waited for me to continue. She remained still on the couch, with her legs in my laps and my hand between her thighs. Things had escalated quickly. I decided to go for it and laid my hand flat against her groin. Emma inhaled sharply at my touch. I took her reaction as a green light and leaned in a kissed her on the lips. Her perfume filled my nostrils again but this time I could also smell champagne on her breath. This was probably not a good idea. But neither of us cared. Her lips were wet and soft and her tongue... I moved my hand from between her legs and slid it up her shirt. I laid a hand on her bra and pulled it above her breasts and savoured the bare skin beneath my hand and the nipple between my fingers. My hands were all over her. I was so preoccupied I barely noticed the fact she was basically just lying still and not moving much. "I want you Emma. I want you so badly," I whispered into her ear. I reluctantly tore my hand away from her tits and moved it back down to her jeans. I undid the top button and her zipper to reveal her white panties beneath. Without thinking, I slipped my hand into her panties and ran my fingers through her pubic hair. Emma moaned slightly as I touched her most intimate area. All the while, I was still kissing her when she suddenly pulled away and said, "I don't think I can do this." I was barely listening. There was no romance in this moment. I just desperately needed her and assumed she felt the same way. It was like a frenzied dream. I moved my hand further down and felt her tight hot opening at the tip of my fingers. "Nate," she said meekly. I pulled my hand away momentarily before taking her jeans and panties in my hand and roughly yanking at them, bringing them down halfway down her thighs. I was about to undo my own jeans when suddenly Emma sat up and brought her hand to my face. "Stop," she said with authority. "What's wrong?" I asked frustrated. "I'm sorry. I don't think I can do this." "Do what?" "This. We've just met. We don't know each other." "You invited me up remember?" I said in a slightly more aggressive tone than I intended. "I know. It's just, I don't know what I was thinking," she stammered. "I think you should leave." I looked at her pleading eyes. We were both sitting up on the couch, our faces inches away from each other. Her jeans were still pulled down to her knees. I placed both hands on them causing her to shut her eyes and say, "Nate, please." Ignoring the alcohol fuelled impulses in my head, I gently pulled them up her legs and covered up her nakedness. I even zipped her up and buttoned her jeans before looking her in the eyes. She smiled weekly at me before saying, "I'm sorry I lead you on. I don't know what I was thinking. But I think you should leave," she said. I looked at her again and suddenly realised again who this was; Emma Watson. In my drunken lust, I had almost forgotten this fact. The champagne had given me a boldness that surprised even me. I nodded and stood up. I realised now the extent of my drunkenness as I tried not to fall over. Emma fixed her blouse and her bra before standing up as well. Like me, there was also a wobble to her. Despite everything, I leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek. I smiled at her and stumbled towards the door. From the time her food arrived till now, I don't recall much. Only the bitter disappointment at how it all ended. It seemed like only one second before that I giving her one last look and the next I was collapsing on my bed in my hotel room next door. *** This whole thing may not have worked out as I might've liked, but at least I got to kiss and grope Emma Watson. Not many people can say that. It was cold comfort though. But in the end, it was unrealistic to expect something to happen given I've only known her for about 24 hours and we've talked for an accumulated total of two and a half hours at best. It usually takes me two months just to pluck up the courage to speak to a girl. Taking two hours to get to second base is personal growth. But no matter what kind of spin I put on it, it still didn't make me feel any better. As I lay motionless on my bed, my mind wandered to what I could've done or said differently. First things first, I probably should've said no to the second bottle of wine. I wondered if I had acted a bit gentler or waited a little bit longer to touch her, whether I'd currently be in bed with her. But after so much time of analysing my mistakes, I just started to think about her; that pretty face, those slender arms, those thighs and the way her shirt clung tightly to her chest, accentuating her... bountiful features. I recalled how firm and perky her breasts were and how hot she was between the legs. I wanted nothing more than to walk in her room and tear her clothes off and spend all night doing things to her. I wanted my hands all over her slender body. I wanted to hear what sounds she made and what face she pulled when she climaxed. But alas, here I was. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and found myself on Google. Soon, the whole screen was flooded with a wealth of images depicting up skirt shots, cleavage shots, wardrobe malfunctions and surprisingly sexy photo shoots of Emma. Masturbating over images of celebrities is natural to any male, but there was something particularly strange about doing so when that celebrity happens to be in the adjacent room. Nevertheless, a combination of this and the alcohol sent me into a deep sleep. My last conscious thought was whether she'd still be here when I woke up. *** There was a loud knock at the door. My eyes open. I sit up, feeling remarkably alert. Beside me were some scrunched up tissues and my iPhone which had remained on and showed a particularly sexy picture of Emma from some film premiere; evidence of a particularly sordid and unglamorous moment from just before I fell asleep. I slipped my phone in my pocket and threw the tissues in the bin and headed for the door. The effects of the champagne had mostly worn off, although I'd be lying if I said I walked a perfectly straight line. I already suspected who was at the door. After all, who else knew where I was. "Emma. What time is it?" I asked as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. "1:30 am. I can't sleep. But now I feel bad because I see that you had no problem sleeping." "No, don't worry about it. Anything I can do to help?" I asked, desperate for both of us to ignore what happened earlier. "No, probably not. It's just jet-lag I think. I'm just lying alone in bed, it's a bit boring and lonely." Even though I was dreadfully tired and far from focused, I was aware enough to note the tiny implication in what she had said. The tiniest sliver of a request beneath her guarded words. But I wasn't about to dive in headfirst again. Before I could reply, she continued, "I'm sorry I asked you to leave before. That was rude of me," she said. This took me by surprise me. I had assumed I was at fault. After all, I was the drunken lawyer who had forced himself onto a famous actress in a hotel room. It seemed like typical Hollywood scandal. I chose my words carefully and replied, "No, it was my fault. I overstepped." "Not really. I was leading you on but I couldn't pull the trigger on it. I got nervous when things got serious." She was obviously tired. She leaned against the door frame wearing only a hotel bathrobe. I took a good look at her and saw just a tiny hint of shame in her expression. This was turning out to be a strange situation for all involved. "Are you okay Emma?" I asked. "No. No I'm not. I haven't had time to relax in months. I broke up with my boyfriend not long ago and since then it's been non-stop filming movies and doing press junkets for months. It's too much Nate. I just need something to take the edge off. I just need some relief." "Anything I can do to help?" "Well, maybe there is. To be honest, I've been feeling rather under-fucked lately." It took me several moments to process that statement. The meaning sounded clear, but the fact she said it, and said it so freely had me on edge. "Does that mean the same thing in England as it does in Australia?" "Keep me company tonight. I won't get cold feet again, I promise. I don't know what that was before but it won't happen again. I just....I want you." "Have you been drinking since I left," I asked, just to be cautious. "Don't worry, I'm completely sober now," she replied with a mischievous smile. "And you?" "Me too. That champagne wasn't very strong." She laughed quietly, not wanting to wake up anyone else in the hotel. It was an infectious sound and soon I joined her in her laughter. It's true, she didn't appear drunk. But guys like me don't meet girls like her, and girls like her sure as hell don't make such proposals to guys like me. What happened earlier was vexing but in all honesty, it seemed like a realistic end to our courtship. We looked at each other for several long moments, neither wanting to make a move, but both of us clearly wanting it. After a moment, she simply extended her hand. I looked at it for a moment, before taking it in my own. And with that, she led me out of my room and into hers. The moment she closed the door, I made my move. I took and firm grasp of her hand and pulled her towards me before pinning her again the wall next to the door. This took her by surprised, however this time, as promised, she didn't get cold feet. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me and planted a kiss on her lips. She didn't hesitate to reciprocate and before long, we were locked in a passionate kiss. I wasn't inebriated this time and was able to appreciate every little detail from the feel of her slender waist to her soft, supple her lips and even the sound of her soft moaning as we kissed. I don't know how long we continued this way but before long, I made the conscious decision to undo the belt of her bathrobe and pulled it open to reveal the fact she only wore a flimsy white tank top and pink panties. I slipped my hand under her shirt and ran my hands up her sides before I was surprised by the feel of her bare breasts instead of a bra beneath my hand. My thumb momentarily grazed her nipples when she suddenly pushed me away. I thought for a moment I had grossly misread the signals or she was backing out again but instead, she said, "If we're going to do this, you need to give me your phone first," she said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPhone before handing it to her without question. She took it without a word and held the on/off button until it prompted her to power off the device. She did so instantly and placed it on a nearby table. "Seriously?" I asked. "I don't intend to be like Scarlett Johansson or Blake Lively and end up with my tits all over the internet." "After that nipple slip, I think it's a bit too late." Emma laughed playfully punched me in the arm, "Fair enough. But I already had one arsehole in college who tried to film us during sex. Not about to risk that again." "Any other ground rules?" I asked, half expecting her to produce a list. "None," she said placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me in for another kiss. This kiss didn't last very long. I pushed her up against the wall against and kissed her once more on the lips before pulling her top up above her breasts. For a moment, I was frozen by the sight of her perky breasts. I quickly shook off my awe and moved my lips to her left nipple and began sucking on it hungrily. Emma gasped as my tongue moved across her breasts and paying particular attention to her nipple. As I moved from breast to the other, Emma shrugged the bathrobe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped back for a moment to pull her shirt over her head before she did the same to mine. I had to step back for a moment to look at her. She stood there wearing on a tiny pair of pink panties while her tank top and her bathrobe laid by her feet. Her breasts were rather small, but perfectly proportioned in relation to her body. She was a small girl with a well toned body. I looked at her face for a moment and suddenly realised she wasn't wearing any makeup. I was so use to seeing her all dolled up for movies or premieres that it took me by surprised. She had a very natural beauty to her. "What?" she said, noticing my surprise. "I've never seen a picture of you without any makeup. Never noticed you have freckles." "Is that good or bad?" "Are you kidding? It makes you look even cuter." I grabbed her breasts with both hands and began to kiss her again. Her breasts were firm, perky and full of bounce. I got endless enjoyment from massaging and kneading them in my hand and gently pinching her hard nipples with my fingers. After a moment, I ran my hands over her long smooth back before moving down to her rear and sliding her panties long the legs. She was completely naked now and as I took her nipple in my mouth again, hungry to suck on them. At the same time, I also slid my hand down towards the length of her hot tight opening. This caused her to gasped and staggered backwards against the wall. "Sorry," she mumbled. This concerned me for a moment because I thought she would ask me to stop again. But I suddenly realised in that moment what the reason behind all her hesitation was; she was just as nervous as I was. Despite the wealth and the fame, Emma Watson was ultimately just a young twenty-something with what I assumed to be relatively limited sexual history. Her fame had blinded me to that fact. I looked at her in a new light. It humanised further in my eyes and in a way, made her more perfect. I slid my hand between her legs again, this time watching her reaction closely. As my fingers moved up and down her tight hole, she bit her lower lip and waited for me to do something further. I gently inserted one finger partly inside of her, causing her to inhale sharply. I savoured how tight she was and wetness that had begun to grow inside of her. I looked at her and her at me. She placed a hand on my chest and said in almost a whisper. "Let's move to the bedroom." "Too far," I replied. And with that, I pulled my finger out of her vagina briefly before sliding in two fingers back in and applying pressure to her clit with my thumb. She moaned loudly and as my fingers buried themselves as far inside of her as they would go. I saw her knees buckle slightly and wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her steady. All the while I began to finger her with my other hand. With my thumb, I began searching for her clit and with the two fingers inside of her, I began to move them in and out of her with great speed, each time moving deeper inside of her and searching for that elusive spot that would be guaranteed to make her squeal in pleasure. She grew very wet very quickly and soon, every time my fingers buried themselves inside of her, I could hear a soft squelching sound. Emma remained relatively quiet, but her breathing was becoming deeper and much more audible. Once in a while, I'd hit the right spot and a soft cry of pleasure would escape from between her lips. As I held her naked body against mine, savouring the feeling of her smooth, warm skin along the length of mine, I watched her face. That famous face, contorted in pleasure. Her eyes were shut, her jaw slackened. We continued to stand there in the middle of the room, mere metres from the door, my arm around her naked body, my thumb rubbing her clit, my fingers quickening their pace as she became even wetter. We stood there for what must've been a full minute as her breath became shallower and her knees became even weaker. Before I knew it, my two fingers were furiously probing deep inside of her, pressing up against her most sensitive areas. I diverted all the strength into my arms to intensify my wrist and finger action. The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing and the now very audible sound of my sloshing caused by my fingers inside of her. I fingered her so furiously that my arm began to ache, but it didn't matter though. All of a suddenly Emma let out a loud cry as her entire body tensed up. Her back arched backwards and her thighs closed around my hand. Her eyes remained closed and her expression changed from one of shock to pure pleasure as she let out another pleasurable moan until finally her legs gave way, and a fresh wave of moisture enveloped my fingers and squirted onto the carpet beneath out feet. Her naked body collapsed in my arm as I lowered her onto the floor. All the while, I kept my fingers inside of her. Her squirting had covered my hand in her juices. I laid her down on her back and brushed the hair from her face. She still had her eyes close and every few seconds would convulse ever so slightly as she came down from her orgasm. "How was that?" I whispered into her ear. "Amazing," she said between deep breaths. I let her rest for a moment and watched as her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on lips and on each nipple. I just couldn't get enough of her nipples. When she had calmed down sufficiently, I whispered in her ear, "Spread your legs Emma, I'm not done yet." My fingers were still buried deep inside of her and her thighs were still clamped over my hand like a vice, and amidst all that, she was completely wet. I looked down at her naked body and could barely contain myself. She finally opened her eyes and said, "Can we at least move to the bed? I don't want you to fuck me on the floor of a hotel room." I obliged and scooped her up in my arms and moved across her spacious hotel room. I placed her gently on the bed before taking off my trousers. Emma paid particular attention to this and when she saw how hard I was, she simply raised an eyebrow and laid back down on the bed. I climbed on and placed myself on top of her. She was so beautiful. I never forgot once who this was. In my head, I kept repeating her name again and again to hammer home who I was about to make love to. But out loud, I simply said to her, "Spread your legs." Emma did so, albeit very slightly. "Wider," I said. Again, she spread her legs open an extra couple of inches. I smiled and leaned in close whispered into her ear. "Wider Miss Watson." She chuckled nervously at this and spread her legs open as far as they would go. I looked her in the face one more time before aligning myself between her legs and slowly allowing myself to slide the tip of my penis into her wet, hot vagina. She was a very tight girl, but her orgasm had made her so wet to the point where I met almost no resistance. My hands began to freely roam her body as I buried my penis as far into her as possible. Emma moaned loudly as I began to plant kisses along her neck. It is impossible to describe how perfect everything felt in that moment. As I began to thrust in and out of her, it was an assault on the senses from how she looked squirming in pleasure beneath me to the feeling of her breasts and the rest of her naked body pressed up against mine and even the lingering scent of her perfume. I built up a steady rhythm and soon I was moving in and out of her freely and with increasing pace. I gently grabbed her by the chin and looked at her face front on. I wanted it to be in the forefront of my mind that I was fucking Emma Watson. I wanted to see this famous face react as I fucked her. We looked deep into each others eyes as we made love. For a brief moment she smiled, but that quickly disappeared as a particularly hard thrust elicited a loud moan from between her lips. Still, there was no doubting the enjoyment on her face. I reached underneath her with both hands and grabbed her tight ass and pulled her in to meet my thrusts. Emma began to punctuate each of my hard thrusts with increasingly louder moans. I sensed it was becoming too much for her when she clamped her legs down around my hips as if to slow me down. But not wanting to interrupt my rhythm, I forcefully pried her legs open and spread them far apart allowing for maximum penetration with each push. Emma glanced down the length of our bodies and saw my penis moving in and out of with great speed. I watched as she moaned loudly and rolled her eyes back into her head. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth hypnotically with each thrust. I lost track of how long we fucked. I just remembered details like how her legs continued to close only for me to force them open again or the way I grabbed at her breasts as they bounced rhythmically back and forth or even something as simple as the feeling of her tongue in my mouth. At last it was too much and with one very rough squeeze of her left breast and a tight grip on her right wrist, I fucked her hard into the mattress as I felt myself explode inside of her. "Oh Emma!" I groaned as buried my penis deep inside of her one last time. Whether it was my hand that roughly squeezed her breast or the feeling of cum pouring inside of her, Emma let out a loud and long cry of pleasure. I collapsed on top of her and held her tight, not wanting to move an inch. "No keep going! I'm about cum!" Emma pleaded almost desperately. I groaned wearily but obliged her nonetheless. It took a Herculean effort to rise up and continue fucking her before my penis grew limp. I was almost spent. I had saved last drop of cum for that last effort, but never being one to disappoint a lady, I fucked her for just that little bit longer. It didn't take long though. Within no time, her body began to tense up and as before, she arched her back and cried out loudly in pleasure. She writhed in pleasure under me as I wrapped my arms around her body. She continued convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She was spent as we fell into each others arms and embraced. We remained this way for a long time, both of us verging on sleep but still finding an excuse to stay awake whether it was to fondle her breasts or simply to continue kissing. She would reach down and take hold of my penis and gently stroked it as I kissed her all over her body. After a long while, Emma sat up gingerly and crawled across the bed and began to pull the bed sheets over us. But the sight on Emma Watson on all fours, even for just a moment, only served to turn me on once more. I sat up and held Emma by her hips and pulled her back into me once more. At this point, Emma was almost completely out of it and basically just swayed this way and that. I knew that she just wanted to sleep, but at the same time, she didn't exactly protest as I moved into position behind her; she did however reach back to grasp my penis and guide it to her vagina. I think part of her was afraid I was trying to fuck her ass. I slipped my penis into her once more, eliciting a barely audible moan from between her lips. Emma barely had enough energy to remain on all fours so I did most of the work, lazily pushing in and out of her as her buttocks lightly slapped against me. It was a lazy and slow effort, but one that more than satisfied me. Once in a while, Emma would let out a soft cry letting me know she was still awake. After one particularly pleasurable slide into her, I leaned forward and grasped both of her dangling breasts. The sensation of her breasts gently resting on my hands was amazing. Not content to leave my hands in that one spot, I ran my hand across her wonderfully smooth body from her butt-cheeks, to her slender waist and her wonderfully smooth back. Emma reacted to this quite positively, as she made a sound best described as a low pur as my hands explored her body. I felt another orgasm building, although I suspected she had had enough for one night. Not bothering to drag this out or force her to climax for a third time, I returned my hands to her breasts and held them in place as I began my last salvo, thrusting into her from behind with just a little bit more intensity. Emma was nearly completely silent during this and if not for the occasional whimper and moan, I would've thought she had fallen asleep. And finally, after several final and relatively lazy thrusts, I felt what was left in me pour into her already soaking vagina. I didn't pull out of her immediately, instead dragging her back into me and letting us fall back into bed, with my penis still buried inside of her and her firm ass held against me. Emma, completely exhausted, passed out almost immediately. I took a moment to appreciate who I just had sex with. My wildest dreams didn't compare to this. To see Emma Watson naked, passed out and with the result of our collective orgasms oozing out of her vagina was almost a startling sight. As I felt my penis begin to shrink inside of her, sleep overcame me. *** I've been single for a long time and I don't date many girls. Therefore, it's always an odd feeling to wake up in bed with any naked girl curled up against me much less Emma Watson. I call her Emma, but in my head, I always refer to her by her full name; as if to hit home the fact this was all real. Her eyes fluttered as she stirred beside me. "Morning," I mumbled. "Morning." She looked up and me and for a moment, all words eluded me. But I could tell by her face she wasn't going to be the one to speak first so I said, "Can I confess something?" She furrowed her brow and narrowed her eyes for a moment before sitting up slightly and replying, "That's not the best thing to say to a girl first thing in the morning, but okay." I took a dramatic pause before saying, "I don't even like Harry Potter that much." Emma laughed out loud and collapsed back on the bed and wrapped her arms around me. "You scared me for a second! But please, no Harry Potter talk!" "Well we're sure as hell not talking about my work." "You can ask me about any other movie I've done." "I can't name any other film you've done." "Arse-hole!" she laughed, playfully hitting me in the arm. "Actually, weren't you going to do a film with Guillermo Del Toro?" "Yeah, 'Beauty and the Beast' remake. But we ran into financing woes with the studio. The project is in limbo at the moment," she said with little enthusiasm. "What's Del Toro like? "He's great. Really really nice guy,' she said before adding, "Anything else you want to ask me about my work?" She looked at me with adoring eyes in a way that few girls ever had. I suspected I had an idea of what was on her mind. A smart person would've made a move. Instead, I made a bad joke. "Yeah. How does it feel to know you were responsible for the first erection of boys worldwide?" Emma laughed out loud again, this time blushing noticeably. I liked that she could take a joke. And more to the point, I liked she could take my jokes which historically tended to offend more often than they amused. "Gross! I was 11 years old when the first film was made you pervert. Were you one of them?" "No. And I was referring only to the films you made after you turned 18. Besides, we're the same age so it was never creepy in my case." "Well, you can believe that if it helps you sleep at night." "I'd rather you be the one to help me sleep at night," I blurted out. "Ooh, that's a bad line," she said wryly. "I JUST woke up about a minute ago. Forgive me if I'm not at my most charming." "Well after last night, I guess I can let it slide." She rolled onto her stomach and placed her chin on my chest and looked up at me seductively. "My flight doesn't leave till the afternoon and I have absolutely nowhere else to be." "Well, I have to stop at the Supreme Court library but I suppose it can wait. What would we do though?" "Well, you could fuck me again," she said very matter-of-factly. I swept the sheets aside so I could see her completely naked in the daylight. I gently pushed her only her back and looked up and down her beautiful, lithe body. "Like what you see?" she asked. "Very much so." I softly laid a hand on her breasts and held it in my hand. As I said, her breasts were quite small but well proportioned, perky and full of life. I was surprised to see her pubic hair was neatly trimmed; but then she was a celebrity. She also had a rather nice tan, in stark contrast to most girls from England. "Do you have to leave today?" I asked. "I really do." "Will you come back?" She looked and me and sat up, oblivious to her nakedness. She took a moment before answering. "Back to Australia? Maybe. I don't know when but I'd like to. But it won't be for awhile. My schedule is pretty packed." "I can imagine," I said with a hint of disappointment. "But let's not think about that. Just think about all the things you'll get to do to me today." I smiled and replied, "And what about the things you'll do to me?" She gave me a confused look, not quite understanding what I meant. I reached up and pulled her into me for a kiss. Her hair was a mess and got in both of our faces as our lips touched. After a moment, I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down my body. Only then did she catch on. "I never did like doing this," she muttered. Nevertheless, she wrapped her lips around my cock. I groaned loudly and brushed her long hair to one side so I could see her face. I laid my hand gently on the back of her head and helped guide her up and down the length of my shaft. The sight of my penis moving in and out of Emma Watson's mouth was something I never even dreamed about. I could feel her breasts grazing my legs and I could see that long smooth back of hers and her lovely curvy rear. And how it felt...God. It was indescribable pleasure. Her mouth was wrapped tightly around my shaft and she sucked hard and with great vigour. I was in heaven. But suddenly, her head lurched back and her hand went to her mouth. She stood up and ran into the adjoining bathroom. I was confused until I heard her spit and rinse. I laughed and crawled to the edge of the bed to look at her bent over the bathroom basin naked. When she was finally done, she was red as a beet and smiling widely. "Sorry. I try to be that girl but I can never pull it off." "Just so we're clear, I didn't cum early did I?" She laughed. "No. Just a bit of pre-cum. I can't stand the taste." I smiled at her and looked her up and down. Emma Watson; as naked as she could get, wearing no clothes and no makeup and all but handing me an invitation. "I might take a shower," she said. Without another word, she turned around and I watched as her nice, tight, curvy bottom disappeared from sight. After a moment, I heard water begin to run. I literally jumped off the bed to join her. *** True to our word, Emma and I did spend most of that having sex. It was remarkable how quickly I became familiar with her body and what she liked and didn't like. Soon, I was able to play her like a harp and she was more than willing to let me. Although in spite of our urges and our stamina, it wasn't all sex. We spent a considerable amount of time just talking. I got the sneaking suspicion Emma was glad to converse with someone her own age after being stuck on movie sets for so long with a bunch of middle aged actors and directors. Now that we had gotten sex (mostly) out of our system and there was no awkwardly amusing flirting on my part, it was nice to be able to just talk to her without any hidden agenda. Still, I'd be lying if I said most of these conversations didn't take place while we were naked and rolling around on the sheets. We were both 23 year olds with healthy sexual appetites after all. And in her own words, we had both been rather "under-fucked". As result, we made good use of the bed. And the shower. And the couch. And the floor. And the kitchen countertop. We lost track of time during all this fucking that when there was a knock at the front door, it took us both by surprise. "Emma! It's me!" shouted a female voice. "Who the fuck is that?" I whispered as pulled my lips away from her vagina. "Shit, it's my publicist. We're supposed to go over my itinerary for New Zealand. I completely forgot," she whispered back as she climbed off the kitchen countertop and scrambled about the room, trying to find something to wear. "Just a minute Wendy!" Emma shouted in reply. I ran to front door where my shirt was from last night and quickly put it on. I didn't dare make a noise for fear of embarrassing Emma with my presence. I also spotted her bathrobe, tank top and panties where we had left them and scooped them all up. Emma had found some sweat pants and a tight fitting shirt in her room. She tossed me my jeans and I quickly put them on. I tossed her the bathrobe and she quickly threw it on. Before I could give her the tank top and panties, she rushed past me towards the door. She looked back quickly to make sure that I was fully dressed before opening the door. This took me by surprise and I quickly shoved her panties in my pocket and threw her tank top behind the kitchen counter. Emma's publicist Wendy was the woman I recognised for the other night. She walked in and looked at me immediately. "Hello," she said cordially. Emma rushed to put herself between me and Wendy and said, "Wendy, this is Nate. He's a hotel guest in the room next door." "Oh. Hi Nate. I hope I'm not interrupting anything" she said, still obviously unsure why I was here. "Of course not. I'm a fan of Emma's, I mean Miss Watson. Couldn't resist coming over and saying hello. Anyway, I was just leaving." Emma moved to the door and held it open for me before saying, "I'll walk you out. Wendy, make yourself at home." I slinked passed Wendy and basically ran out the door. Emma joined me in the hall out of Wendy's sight and giggled mischievously. I held her in my arms again and kissed her on the lips, all the while making sure no one saw us. "Sorry about that. But I don't want to be known as the type of girl who sleeps with guys she just met," Emma whispered. "It's fine," I said and quickly kissed her again before adding, "So is this it?" "I think so. Wendy is here. And soon, so will a few studio big wigs and other people from the film. We head for the airport in a couple of hours. Sorry it had to end like this." "Hey, I'm just happy we spent this time together. Even if I didn't get to finish you off," I said as I slipped my hand down her pants and between her legs as I had done so many times already. The whole time, I looked up and down the hall to make sure no one was watching. "Don't worry. I don't think I had another orgasm in me," she chuckled. It was then that I realised she wasn't wearing any panties. I suddenly remembered why and reached inside my pocket and pulled out the scrunched up white panties I had picked up only a moment ago. "These are yours I believe." Emma stifled a laugh and took them before patting down her sweat pants. "Shit. I don't have pockets," she giggled. I smiled and continued to keep watch for any onlookers. She looked for a moment as if she was considering quickly changing right there in the hall, but instead she smiled at me and handed the panties back. "Keep it." I laughed and placed them back in my pocket. I held her head in both hands and we looked into each others eyes once more as I said, "I'm going to miss you." We kissed once more for a long long time before she finally broke away and slipped back into her room. We held hands for as long as possible but soon she was gone. I caught a last glimpse of her an hour later when she left her room and headed towards the elevator, surrounded by her entourage. Before she got in, she looked back at my room and saw me. She gave me a quick wave before disappearing from sight. I couldn't be sure, but I could've sworn she got a bit misty eyed. And just like that, she was gone. *** Later than day as the sun began to set over Sydney, mere seconds after I had was checked out of the hotel, I dragged my suitcase towards the exit, smiling the entire way as I recalled the events of the past 42 or so hours. Suddenly, one of the hotel receptionists ran up to me. "Excuse me, sir? You were staying in room 1136?" "Yes, is everything okay?" "Oh no, everything is just fine sir. We just almost forgot to give you this? Miss Watson left it for you before she checked out." She handed me a small package wrapped in ordinary brown paper. I thanked the receptionist and she made her way back to the front desk. The moment I was alone, I tore open the packaging. Inside was a hardcopy version of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban". I opened the inside the front cover and on the title page, the following was written neatly in black pen: "BECAUSE AZKABAN IS THE BEST ONE. THANK YOU FOR A LOVELY TIME. EMMA PS: I MIGHT BE IN AUSTRALIA AGAIN BY THE END OF THE YEAR. DON'T CHANGE YOUR NUMBER. I MAY NEED SOME COMPANY. PPS: AND YES, I GRABBED YOUR NUMBER FROM YOUR PHONE WHILE YOU WERE IN THE BATHROOM. SORRY FOR THE CLOAK AND DAGGER. PPPS: ALSO, I BETTER NOT SEE THOSE PANTIES UP ON EBAY xoxo. I laughed and closed the book with a solid thud. For the next few months, I kept a close eye on celebrity gossip sites and numerous Emma Watson fansites for any news of Emma and specifically, her relationships and projects. Nothing even remotely interesting ever came up. I even considered creating a Twitter account to contact her, but given the massive volume of tweets per day she received and the fact any response would be very public, I decided against it. I resigned myself to fact that lightning doesn't strike the same place twice. But then one day, months later, her IMDb page show two new films coming out later in the year. I wonder if she'll be at the Australian premiere?

Heaven’s Valley A Home Coming Story I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Here I was sitting in the back seat of this wonderful luxury stretch limo…naked. My eyes were closed and my head was thrown back. Sitting between my legs was my new Mother that I had just met a few hours ago. She was also naked She had one hand wrapped around my rock hard cock as she slowly jacked it up and down. Oh fuck the feelings were better than anything I had ever felt in my entire life. “Johnny, he’s beautiful, just like you said he was.”, she remarked to my Dad who was sprawled out on one of the couches. The situation got even better as I felt her warm breath close to my cock. Then I was engulfed by an even better sensation as Mom slid my cock into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and continued to stroke the shaft. Oh my God, I thought I might pass out. I think my toes started to curl. I beat my fists on the car seat and thrust my pelvis to drive my cock even deeper into her mouth. I was a 15 year old virgin. No one had ever done anything like this to me before. My total sexual experience had been solo masturbation. As Mom increased her pace, all the muscles in my body tightened. I opened my eyes to watch this blond goddess suck and stroke my cock. I could see my Dad smiling as he stroked his own naked cock. Mom kept moaning and every once in a while she would temporarily allow my cock to slip out of her mouth. “Give it to me, Jack! I want to feel your load in my mouth. “Oh my God! Don’t stop! Oh fuck, please don’t stop sucking my cock!. I’m cummmmiiiiiiinnnnnggggg!" Suddenly I felt this wonderful release as I shot jet after jet of my load into her mouth. The feeling was so overwhelming, I think I passed out. Perhaps I should back up a bit and explain how I happened to be in this car getting this wonderful blow job. My birth mother raised me by herself. She never told me anything about my father. She absolutely refused to allow any discussion that involved him. She really didn’t have any friends. The only other person we ever saw was her sister. Mom really was a broken woman, always ready to tell you what was wrong with any situation. I grew up with no confidence and zero people skills. I became an introvert. The one bright spot in my life was that I discovered the pleasures of working out at a local gym. I had been fat. And even though I slimmed down and my body proportioned nicely, when I was not at the gym, I was totally unhappy with my life. The year I started High School, mom was killed in an automobile crash. It was a hectic few days as my aunt made the final arrangements. The day of the funeral, my aunt introduced me to a person I had never seen before. He told me that he was my Father. I was speechless. But, at the same time, I had an immediate attraction to this stranger. He was tall and tanned with a gorgeous head of white hair. He had a smooth way about himself and he quickly put me more at ease than I had ever been in my entire life. He told me that he would be in town for a few days and really wanted to get to know me. The next few days were the first happy times I could ever remember. We went out to eat a lot. We went to baseball games. We were together almost all the time. Money didn’t seem to be a problem, in fact Dad was just the opposite of mom. Nothing was a problem. He told me that mom had left him because she didn’t think the life style he lived was appropriate for raising children. It turned out that Dad lived in a nudist colony a little north of Phoenix, Arizona. He and his brother owned several thousand acres there and they had about 30 full time residents. He described the complex as a place built on mutual respect. It sounded as though life was relaxed there. Sort of the opposite of the way I grew up. He invited me to come home with him and live there. It was the first big decision of my life. I agreed to join him. In no time we had sold my mother’s house and were winging our way west to my new home. Dad told me that at the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, we would be greeted by his wife and the three of us would drive to Heaven’s Valley, which is what they called the complex. Eventually, the plane landed. It taxied up to the jet way and we deplaned. As I followed Dad off the plane, this beautiful woman ran up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. My cock started to get hard just watching. She was about 5’10” tall. She had a magnificent tan. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed of a beautiful set of tanned legs, and a halter top that just barely contained her breasts. I could see her nipples poking through the almost transparent fabric. Eventually they unwound from each other and Dad introduced me to my new Mom. She gave me the same bear hug treatment. As I felt her pointy nipples press against my chest, my cock sprang a pretty firm erection. Mom, that’s what she wanted me to call her, giggled a little bit, ground her crotch against mine and whispered in my ear, “I see you’re glad to be here!” I think I must have turned several shades of red. Mom stepped away a little and told me not to be embarrassed, that my reaction was normal and completely acceptable in my new environment. We collected our luggage and Mom led us to her car. It was a large Mercedes stretch limo. After we stowed the luggage, the driver held the door as the three of us climbed in the back of the car. Mom and I sat across the back while Dad sat along the side. Mom wrapped her arms around my shoulders and caressed my chest. I was immediately hard again. She told me that she was glad that I had come to Arizona with them. Then she slid one hand down to my cock and said she could see that I was glad too. I was so embarrassed. No one had ever done that to me before. Mom asked me if Dad had explained their lifestyle to me. I responded that I knew they lived in a nudist complex. Mom mentioned something about that being a part of their life style. Then she suggested that we “Get with the program.” With that she untied her halter-top and slipped out of her short shorts and her little lace thong. She seemed to be totally comfortable with her body. She said it was my turn and when I didn’t move she reached for my short and began unbuttoning it. She ran her hands across my chest. My cock was straining against my slacks. They became her next target. She opened my belt and the top of my slacks and in one tug pulled them and my underwear off. She slid between my legs and began to gently stroke my very hard cock. I saw Dad removing his clothes and soon we were all three naked. It’s a good thing that all the windows were discretely tinted so people walking by couldn’t see what was going on. Mom sucked and stroked my cock until I shot a bigload. I think I passed out, it felt so good. As I slowly rejoined the land of the living, I could hear my Dad laughing. “I guess you like your new lifestyle.” Dad went on to explain that there iving arrangements were based on mutual respect. No one was ever forced into any activity that they were not comfortable with. He also said that it was important to give as much pleasure as you got. Mom has slipped to the opposite end of the seat. She had one foot on the floor and the other on the seat. She was slowly sliding a finger in and out of her pussy. “Do you know what that means, Jack? It means it’s your turn now. Or maybe I should say it’s my turn!” I didn’t know what to do. I guess I had this “deer in the headlights look”, so mom just gently pulled me close to her body. “Kiss me!”, she commanded. I reached over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Not like that! Like this!” She wrapped her arms around my neck. And planted her lips on mine. I felt her mouth open. “Just do what I do, Jack” So I opened my mouth and when I felt her tongue, I followed suit. She began caressing my back and shoulders. I did the same thing. “Now kiss my breasts like that” I moved me mouth across her neck, over her chest and found a nipple. I surrounded it with my mouth and sucked it while I licked it. I think she liked it because she began to softly moan. Mom took one of my hands and pulled it towards her pussy. She pressed one of my fingers into her slit. I was surprised to find that it was very wet and slippery. She started to move it in and out. Then she told me, “Rub it right here!” She directed my finger to a piece of flesh that was sticking out at the top of her pussy. As I touched it, she almost jumped. “Oh that’s good, son!” In the meantime, I had moved my mouth to her other tit. I found that I loved giving her all this pleasure. My cock was getting hard again. Mom took one of her hands and began to slowly and gently stroke it. I was in heaven, making love to my new Mom. She was enjoying it too. Mom took her other hand and began to press my head south. “Lick my pussy, just like that.” I was beginning to get the hang of this now. By now, her slit was actually dripping wet. I slid my tongue from top to bottom, pressing it as far inside as I could. When I got to the top, I wrapped my lips around what I later learned was her clit. Mom really began to squirm. She started stroking my cock faster and faster. “Just keep doing that son, and don’t you dare stop. I’m almost there. You are going to make Mother cum. Oh fuck yes, I’m going to cum. With that Mom moved her head down to the seat and slid my cock in her mouth. I increased the pace of my sucking and licking. I really wanted to give my new Mom the same level of pleasure that she had given me. I felt her body tense. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my head. She pulled my mouth hard against her pussy. I kept licking. Mom began to moan loudly. “Oh yes, Oh fuck yesssssssssssssssssss, I’m cumming, don’t stop. I’m cccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggg.” Mom pulled my cock back into her mouth and began to stroke the shaft furiously a she wrapped her tongue around the head. All this stimulation pushed me over the edge. My body tensed and I could feel the cum shooting into Mom’s mouth. “Oh fuck, Mom. I’m ccccccuuuuuuummmmmming with you.” I wrapped my arms around her butt and held on as wave after wave of intense pleasure swept oven my entire being. I truly was in Heaven. Mom and I lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the afterglow of the fantastic sex we had just enjoyed. Dad was sprawled out on the limo’s side couch. He was still stroking his hard cock. I marveled at how my cock was an exact copy of his. It had the same veins running along its length, and the same large head. It even had the same curve upwards. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I was imagining what it would feel like to reach over and stroke it myself. It excited me to think if holding Dad’s cock in my hands while it jumped and shot a big load. I was about to move to Dad’s side when he pushed a button on the console. “Jim, don’t forget that we need to stop at the City Center to pick Ann up.” He told our driver. I started to gather up my clothes. Dad laughed. He told me that I didn’t need to get dressed. “Ann will be as naked as you are within minutes of getting in the car. A few minutes later Jim smoothly pulled the limo off the main highway and into a large parking lot. He stopped in front of one of the entrances to the center and got out of the car and went to the passenger side rear door. “Good evening Miss Ann. You are looking mighty fine tonight.” As he said that he opened the door and a younger version of Mom slid in next to me. She had the same short blonde hair as mom and a beautiful golden tan. Her white jeans showed off her toned ass. She was wearing a white men’s dress shirt that was tied under her ample breasts. The shirt did little to hide her erect nipples that were straining against the material. Ann looked right passed me and directly at her Father’s hard cock. “Oh Daddy, you look like you could use a hand, or something.” With those words, she quickly stripped off her shirt, Jeans, and a tiny white thong. Like her Mother, she had no tan lines. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a small strip of hair above her clit. It was also a very light blonde color. Ann immediately moved to Dad’s side. She replaced his hand with hers and began stroking his cock in earnest. I could see that Ann had her other hand at her pussy. She was sliding two fingers in and out of her slit while her thumb caressed her clit. Dad reached under Ann's body and took one of her tits in each hand. He had each large nipple between a thumb and fore finger and was squeezing them. “Oh Daddy, you know how sensitive my nipples are. You are making me so hot. I need your hard cock inside me…NOW!!!” With those words she moved her ass in front of Dad’s big hard cock and guided it inside her pussy. As Ann straddled Dad’s cock, I caught a glimpse of her pussy. She has an extremely large clit. And from the sounds she was making, it must be a very sensitive clit, too. All this commotion woke mom up. She started stroking my now rock hard cock. Oh fuck this was a hot scene. She crawled down on the floor and positioned her ass right in front of me. Looking over her shoulder, she commanded me, “Slide your cock in my pussy Now, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck your Mother. Make me cum.” I dropped to my knees. This brought my cock right to the entrance to Mom’s pussy. It was so wet and slippery. I leaned forward and it slid right into the warmest, wettest, most pleasurable sensations I had ever felt in my entire life. Mom crawled forward a little. The effect was for most of my cock to slide out of her pussy. I followed her and that effect was to push my cock into her pussy, to the hilt. I felt my balls bounce against Mom's pussy. Mom meanwhile placed her lips over Ann’s pussy and sucked on Ann’s clit. Ann jumped at this contact. Dad drove his cock into Ann even deeper. This movement forced Ann’s clit deeper into Mom’s mouth. In turn my cock was driven even deeper into Mom’s pussy. Ann leaned over Mom’s back and took my face in her hands. She planted a very wet, opened mouth kiss on my lips and shoved her tongue as deep into my mouth as she could. The four of us moved together fucking each other with great gusto. Dad was the first to shoot. His body tensed up and he cried out, “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” By now Ann was moaning uncontrollably. Dad’s cock in her pussy and Mom’s tongue on her clit was driving her to new extremes of pleasure. As she felt Dad’s cock head expand and then begin to shoot, Ann’s Body tensed and she screamed out that she was cumming too. The contractions in Ann’s body, and from Dad’s cock along with the force of my fucking drove Mom over the edge. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming too. And that was enough to make me cum too. I had never felt anything this good in my entire life. Jet after jet of the biggest load I’ve ever shot blasted against Mom’s cervix. As I was about to pass out from the pleasure, the last thing I remember was Ann taking my face in her hands once again. She leaned close to me and almost whispered, “Nice to meet you Jack. Welcome to the family!” After that great sex, we all curled up in each other’s arms. Mom and I were on the back seat and Dad and Ann were on the side couch. I felt so relaxed. I was coming home. Life would be so good. Soon we arrived at Heaven’s Valley. We went through the elaborate security system and gained access to the compound. We transferred to a double bench golf cart and Dad drove us to his house. As we got off the cart, I noticed a couple on the porch of another building. Of course, they were naked. He was sitting on a rocking chair and she was on her knees with her head between his legs. The way he had his head thrown back, she must have been sucking his cock. I just stood there watching as my cock stiffened. No one else was paying any attention to them. Ann reached around my body and gently caressed my semi hard cock. She whispered in my ear, “I can help you with this, brother. One of our traditions here is that if any one sees someone else that is in need of relief, it’s their responsibility to help take care of the situation.” Mom and Dad just laughed. “We’ll see you inside a little later.” Ann led me by my now rock hard cock across the road and up on to the porch. “Hi Tom! High Diane! This is my brother Jack. He’s moving in with us. He’s fascinated with watching you guys have fun. Do you mind if we join you?” Tom and Diane both waved at us to come on up. Diane kept right on sucking. I could see now that they were a little older, perhaps Dad’s age possibly even a little older. Tom was a little over weight and every so often when Diane came up for air, I could see he had a large cock, although only semi hard. Diane was slender with midsized breasts that hung down low on her chest. She obviously enjoyed what she was doing, and so did Tom. Ann slouched down on a rocker, pulled my body close to her, and swallowed my cock balls deep in one thrust. I could feel her tongue on my shaft as my cock head brushed the back of her throat. She began to slide her mouth up and down my shaft. All the while, she was humming and sucking. The pleasure was intense and exquisite! She had one hand cupping my balls and the other hand on my ass holding my body close to her. I felt a third hand sliding up the inside of my thigh, searching for my ass hole. It was Diane. She was still sucking Tom’s cock, but was feeling me up. Diane lifted her face off Tom’s cock and asked Ann, “Can I play with your new toy? You know how much I enjoy a young hard cock!” Ann nodded her ascent and took her mouth off my cock. I could see a combination of Ann’s saliva and my pre-cum dripping off the tip. Diane moved to a chase lounge and lay down on her back. She spread her legs lewdly and opened her arms inviting me to join her. Ann turned me around and shoved me in Diane’s direction. I climbed on to the lounge with my cock aimed right at her hairy pussy. I eased forward and my cock slid easily into her. Again, it was a fantastic feeling. The sensation of sliding my cock in and out of that warm wet pussy was wonderful. Judging by the way Diane was rolling her head from side to side, she was enjoying it too. I immediately began fucking her hard. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my ass. She was moaning, “Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Faster, oh please fuck me faster.” Ann had moved to take care of Tom. She gently wrapped one hand around his semi-hard cock and began slowly to stroke him. The other hand started to caress her own pussy, paying particular attention to her very sensitive clit. Tom saw the look of lust in Ann’s face and that along with the sensations of her stroking his cock was giving him a big hard on. Ann dropped her head to Tom’s lap and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She continued stroking his shaft. Tom began to moan as the pleasure surged through his body. “Oh Ann, you suck my cock so well. Don’t stop, I’m almost there!!! Ann pushed all of his cock into her mouth and started stroking faster. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh fuck yes. I’m cccuuummmiiinnngggg!” Ann felt his cock jump and the first spurt of his load hit the back of her throat. She drove her fingers as deep into her pussy as she could. That did it for her too. She tensed all over and began to climax. The odor of sex permeated the area. Diane and I both heard Tom and Ann cumming. That did the trick for both of us. Diane held me close and I drove my raging hard as deep into her pussy as I could. I hung on as spurt after spurt of my load poured into her womb, and wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over both of us. I’m beginning to understand how appropriate the name “Heaven’s Valley” is to this place. I can't wait to see what additional pleasures await me here!

ME, MY GIRLFRIEND, AND HER BEST FRIEND: PART ONE Prologue: I was 19 years old in the summer of 1999. It was a Saturday night when my girlfriend Belinda and I went to a party at my friend Chuck’s house. It was like any of the dozens of parties at his place during that summer. At least, it started out that way. It was an unusually cold night for summer in west Texas. I remember Belinda was wearing jeans and a black sweater that clung tightly around her slim waist and b-cup breasts. Her long light brown hair hung in loose spirals down to the center of her back. We’d been together since I was 15 and had been sexually active since about 8 months after we got together. She had taken my virginity the same winter night that I had taken hers. Her sharp latina features were accentuated by her dark skin and that night, like any other, she looked wonderful. At the party, we found the usual crew. There were Chuck and Scotty in the kitchen playing dominos with Joe and Dan, a group of interchangeable girls that worked with Scotty at the steakhouse. Hillary was there and already as drunk as everyone expected her to be, and lastly, there was Marcela. She was Belinda’s best friend and had been since they were in the 6th grade. I met her just after I met Belinda and had always had a mild crush on her. She was also latina, but had darker skin and even sharper features than Belinda did. Her straight black hair was pulled back in a pony-tail that hung just past her shoulders. Much to Belinda’s dismay, she was also wearing a tight black sweater and jeans. They were the same height but Marcela was a little slimmer and had slightly larger breasts. Other than their differences in hair texture and skin tone, they could have easily been sisters. As we entered the kitchen, Belinda and Marcela looked at each other with wide gazes and embarrassment which quickly gave way to light hearted laughter. Marcela then poured us some tequila shots and we headed to the table to play dominos. The night chugged along like any other night. The drinks flowed and everyone’s inhibitions flew out the window. Hillary suggested we play strip poker and then proceeded to take her top off before a deck of cards was even located. Three minutes later, she put it back on. Five minutes after that, she passed out on the floor. It wasn’t until around 3AM that the night took an interesting turn. I was sitting at the kitchen table with Belinda, Marcela, Chuck, Scotty, and a couple of giggling girls from the steakhouse. The bottle of Cuervo was being passed around and everyone was good and drunk. Out of nowhere, one of the giggling steakhouse girls suggested we all play truth or dare. After a moment of everyone blankly looking around the table, we all agreed that it was a great idea, and so the game began. It mostly started with everyone choosing “Truth.” The game began to get boring. Then, something happened that changed my life forever. It was Marcela’s turn. She turned to me and said “John. Truth or dare?” In an attempt to shake things up, I chose dare. I had no idea what Marcela had in store for me. Apparently, Belinda told Marcela everything, including the slightly embarrassing fact that she liked to have me suck her toes. I have never had a foot fetish, but have always been a sucker for just about anything considered taboo, so I was almost always happy to oblige. I suppose this knowledge is why Marcela then said “I dare you to suck Belinda’s toes.” Everyone started to chuckle at the idea. I did too at first, but I had been drinking beer and tequila for about four hours, and the idea of doing something that intimate in front of a room full of people kind of turned me on, so I said “Oh, what the hell.” I bent down and grabbed Belinda’s left leg at the ankle and raised it up to my chest and began to unlace her boot. As I did, Marcela hooted and hummed mock burlesque music. I slid her boot off and dropped it to the floor. I then slid my hands up either side of her leg until I reached the top of her sock. She was looking at me with that wonderful expression of wicked excitement you only really get when you are doing something that you know is wrong. I pulled off her sock and took her foot in my hand. Everyone at the table had their eyes fixed on us as I gently eased her toes into my mouth. As I engulfed them with my lips I saw a fire flash across Belinda’s face that spoke of a wild animal lust I had only caught glimpses of before. The table hooted and hollered their reactions at the sight. Marcela in particular seemed particularly transfixed on us. She had a look of excited curiosity on her face. After about 15 seconds, I pulled away and Belinda collapsed into her chair. It was clear that we were both really turned on by what had gone on. Because Belinda and I both lived with our parents at the time, it wasn’t terribly uncommon for us to sneak off to the bathroom at these parties and fuck each other’s brains out. Based on the look she had given me, I figured that was exactly what she had in mind as she rose from her seat and excused herself. I did the customary “wait 2 minutes” before excusing myself and heading for the hallway bathroom. I arrived at the bathroom door and did our secret knock. I then heard the lock click and I hurriedly let myself in. She was leaning against the sink when I rushed in and grabbed her around the waist. She pulled me close and shoved her tongue into my mouth. I grabbed a handful of her spiraling hair as our tongues battled it out. Without breaking contact, I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up to her neck in one motion. I could tell that this was one of those nights that I was not expected to put on any kind of front. This was basic animal sex drive and that’s exactly what she wanted that night. My hand glided down and squeezed at her left breast. She was wearing a lovely gold bra that on most nights I would have appreciated, but tonight it was only a distracting nuisance. I grabbed the edge of the cup and jerked it down to expose her nipple. Belinda had large pale puffy nipples until they got hard. Then they darkened and the areola around her nipple became course and rigid. I pulled my lips away from hers and moved instantly down to her nipple, taking the whole thing into my mouth and biting at it. As I did, she yanked my belt loose and unbuttoned my pants. I was arching my back like a contortionist to keep sucking her tit and make sure she could get to my rapidly hardening cock with her hands. She unzipped my fly and pulled my dick out and started rapidly jerking it. I reached up with my left hand and jerked the other cup of her bra down. When I let go, her bra pushed both of her tits up and her nipples aimed almost straight up. I leaned back and squeezed her tits as she jerked my cock. I wanted to force her down to her knees and shove my dick into her mouth. I wanted to turn her around and jerk her pants down and ram my cock into her pussy. I wanted to put my finger in her asshole. As I was considering what my next move would be, we heard a knock at the door. Belinda kept jerking my cock (although softer at that point) when I tried my best to sound normal. “Just a minute.” From the other side of the door we heard Marcela’s voice. “John? Is Belinda in there with you?” I looked at Belinda with questioning eyes. “What should I do?” Belinda whispered. I could only shrug. I didn’t want Belinda to stop, but she was so frenzied that I began to wonder what might happen if she started talking to Marcela while she jerked me off. Finally she answered Marcela. “Yeah. What’s up?” Amazingly, she continued to softly stroke my dick. “You guys need to come back out.” “What for?” Belinda asked. “It’s John’s turn.” To this, Belinda let go of my dick and reached up to straighten her bra. She pulled her sweater down and reached for the door as I zipped up my pants. She looked back at me and whispered “We’ll finish this up later?” She opened the door. I was bummed. Actually, I was kind of pissed. Not at her though. Just at the fact that I was going to have some ferocious blue balls. Marcela was standing in the hallway smiling at us. I hadn’t gotten my belt fastened all the way and I guess she noticed. “Did I interrupt something?” She was being coy. Suddenly I remembered how she had been watching the whole toe sucking fiasco and I had my brilliant little idea. “It’s my turn?” I asked. “Yeah.” Marcela replied. “I dared you to suck Belinda’s toes and then you two disappeared.” She paused and bit her lower lip. “I kinda figured you guys wanted to be alone, but I didn’t want to keep playing without you guys.” “Okay.”I smiled. “Then I have a dare for you Marcela.” The look on Belinda’s face was just as curious as Marcela’s. They were both very interested in where I was going with this. “Actually, it’s a dare for you too honey.” I was taking a big gamble. As far as I knew, neither Belinda nor Marcela had ever kissed another girl before. God bless Truth or Dare. I took a deep breath and went for it. “I dare you two to kiss.” They both stood still and quiet just looking back and forth from me to each other. Finally, Belinda broke the silence. “I’m not putting on a lezzie show in front of all our friends.” “Yeah. Me neither.” Marcela chimed in. “Okay.” I calmly answered. “Then do it in here, just in front of me.” Marcela started laughing. The alcohol was taking the edge off the situation. Her ease caused Belinda to smile and lean against the sink again. “Okay, okay. So do you mean like a little kiss, or a big kiss?” Belinda asked. To this Marcela laughed even more. “If you’re going to do it in here, it has to be a big one.” I said. “At least thirty seconds.” “What?!” Belinda exclaimed. “That’s, like, a super kiss.” she laughed as she looked at Marcela to gauge her reaction. Marcela was still smiling, her eyes glazed. “Well, that’s the dare.” I said. “Thirty seconds is a long time.” Belinda said. “Who’s going to count?” “I will.” I said. “No way!” Belinda laughed. “I know what you’re up to! You’re going to count really, reeaaallllyyy ssslllooowwww.” As she trailed into more laughter, Marcela stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. “Let’s just do it.” she smiled. I leaned against the towel rack as Marcela squared her shoulders with my girlfriend. They both laughed and giggled in a dazed way as they inched closer to each other. Then their lips finally touched. They both broke into hysterical laughter and immediately broke away. I threw my hands in the air as if to call bullshit. “Wait, wait.” Marcela said through gasps of breath. “Come on Belinda, we can do this.” They both straightened their backs and tried their hardest not to smile or laugh. Their faces drew closer and they simultaneously closed their eyes. The space between them quickly vanished and their lips were suddenly pressed together. At first their smiles made them look awkward. Then Marcela cocked her head a little and both their expressions changed. Their jaws began to slowly move and they started to really kiss. Belinda opened her mouth a little and I caught a glimpse of her tongue brushing across Marcela’s lips. Marcela fell into it and opened her mouth a little bit too. Pretty soon their tongues were flickering across one another. It was incredible. It was so incredible that I forgot to start counting. Belinda’s arms wrapped around Marcela’s back and Marcela put her arms around Belinda’s neck. Belinda started massaging Marcela’s back as she explored her best friend’s mouth with her tongue and the bulge in the front of my pants began to rise again. I thought that they were about to start taking each other’s clothes off when Belinda opened her eyes and looked over at me. “That’s at least 30 seconds.” With that, they stumbled apart and giggled. I was standing trying to pick my chin up off the floor when Marcela said “Wow! Somebody enjoyed our little show.” I followed her gaze down to the front of my jeans. My penis was sticking straight out making a denim shelf you could’ve put a dinner tray on. She and Belinda both laughed and I couldn’t help but join in. Belinda put her hand on my chest. “Oh, pobrecito.” She reached out with her right hand and wrapped her fingers around the denim wrapped pole. With that, Marcela reached for the door. “I’m gonna leave you two alone now.” She smiled as she closed the door. I reached over and locked it as I jerked Belinda toward me and shoved my tongue into her mouth. I swore I could almost taste Marcela’s lips and it made me so hard I was ready to explode. Belinda quickly freed up my cock again and went back to jerking me off as I pulled her sweater back up and jerked her bra down. I sucked on her tits for a few minutes while she jerked me off. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I bent her over the countertop and jerked her pants and panties down in one motion. I found her wet pussy lips with the head of my dick and worked my shaft in until I was completely inside her. I fucked her hard and fast until she pulsed with orgasm. Moments later I felt my load coming and I pulled out and squirted it all over her ass. ME, MY GIRLFRIEND, AND HER BEST FRIEND Two weeks later my parents went out of town. During those two weeks, Belinda and I probably fucked every day and usually several times. Our sex was different now. It was hotter. More animalistic. We fucked hard and dirty and we said things to each other during it all. Before that night at Chuck’s party, she didn’t really give me head all that often, but now she was doing it all the time. She was even letting me cum in her mouth. I could not have been happier. Because my folks were gone for the weekend, I decided to throw a party. Opportunities like this one were rare and had to be jumped at. My parents own a large four bedroom house with two living rooms separated by a glass walled atrium. I invited the usual crew and called up my alcohol hook-up. I went all out. Beer, tequila, wine coolers for the ladies… The works. At about 9PM Chuck called to tell me that he couldn’t make it. Neither could Scotty or Dan or anyone else that worked at the steakhouse. It just so happened that night that they were having an employee party after the place closed. I was pretty bummed, but I would get over it. I knew Belinda was on her way and I had plenty of booze and the whole house to myself. When she got there I told her that the party was cancelled because of the work party. She didn’t seem to mind. I asked her if she wanted a drink, but she didn’t. She said she wanted to watch a movie. We decided on “Just Cause” because of her undying love for Sean Connery. I was seated sideways on the couch with my back against the armrest and Belinda was lying with her back against my stomach. That night she had worn a Denim miniskirt and a brown spaghetti strap top with sandals. Depending on the outfit she was wearing, she didn’t always need to wear a bra. She wasn’t wearing one tonight and I was quite glad. I was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a t-shirt. Maybe 20 minutes into the movie, I started getting that old feeling and decided to see if she was up for fooling around. I put my hand on her chest just below her neck and began lightly rubbing. She was silent at first and I didn’t know quite what to think. She then moaned softly. Green light! I slid my thumbs under the straps of her top and pulled them to the side. I then slid her top down. The cloth tightened around her breasts and I saw her nipples poking up and holding on to the top of her shirt. I tugged a little harder and her nipples pulled free and her breasts lightly bounced in the pale blue light emanating from the TV. She reached up above her head with her left arm to rest it on the back of my neck and I slid my hands over her breasts. She moaned as I found her nipples with my finger tips and began to gently tug them coaxing them into being fully erect. She arched her back and put her right arm in between our bodies. She found the bulge in my shorts already growing and began rubbing on me. I drew my left hand up to her face and offered her my finger which she gladly took into her mouth and began to suck on. I squeezed her right tit hard with my right hand as she sucked my finger and rubbed my crotch. She threw the blanket off of us and onto the floor as she rose up off of me. She got to her knees and turned around to face me. As she looked down at me, she pushed the straps of her top further down and pulled her arms through. She then pushed the shirt into a bunch around her waist. I could only stare up at her amazing body in admiration for a brief moment before she reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. As she did, my erect penis popped straight out. She grabbed the sides of my shorts and pulled them down to my mid thigh as she bent down and took the head of my cock into her mouth. The muscles in my hips tightened as she aggressively sucked me in. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the base and started stroking as she sucked me off. Then she brought in her left hand to play with my balls. I was in heaven. Her tongue glided along the underside of my dick as her lips and hand moved up and down. Then she lifted her head and pushed her tits toward my dick. She cupped her right breast and rubbed her nipple on the underside of my shaft as she looked me in the eye. She wanted to fuck and so did I. She sat up and started unbuttoning her skirt when the doorbell rang. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. She looked down at me startled as I pulled up my shorts. “I thought you said nobody was coming.” “That’s what I thought.” I answered as I got up. Belinda put her shirt back on as I headed to the front door. As I got to it, I could make out the silhouette of a girl through the decorative etched glass. I flipped on the porch light and immediately recognized Marcela standing on my porch. I opened the door and welcomed her inside. She had a look of confusion on her face. Finally she said “Hey! I thought you were throwing a party tonight.” She looked into the living room and saw Belinda sitting on the couch alone. “Yeah-“ I stammered. “The steakhouse threw an employee party tonight, so it’s just us.” “Am I interrupting?” she asked as she looked at the TV. Belinda answered for me. “Not really. We have a ton of drinks though if you want one.” “Sure.” Marcela said. We turned off the movie and I went to the kitchen to get us all some drinks. We sat in the living room drinking and idly talking for about an hour. It was becoming clear that we were all getting a little bored. In all honesty, I wanted Marcela to leave so Belinda could finish that blowjob she’d started. After we’d all gotten a few drinks in us I started to think about that night in the bathroom at Chuck’s place and how insanely hot it was to watch the two of them kissing. That’s when I suggested that we play truth or dare again. Much to my surprise, they both agreed. At first, it went how you might expect. Everyone was afraid of getting a dare so we were all going with “truth”. As we kept playing, I kept fetching more wine coolers for the girls and more beer for myself. Finally, I decided that the only way this was going to get interesting was to start taking dares, so that became my game plan. It was my turn again and Belinda asked me “Truth or dare?” “Dare.” I said defiantly. “Ooh.” Marcela smiled. “I was wondering when somebody would finally take the big leap.” She said as she took another swig from her wine cooler. Belinda put a fist on her chin and mimicked deep thought. “Hmmm. What stupid things can I force you to do?” Marcela and I stared at her waiting somewhat impatiently. Finally she said “I dare you to do twenty pushups.” “Come on. You can do better than that.” I said. “What do you mean?” she laughed as she took another drink. “The whole point of the game is to make people do things that are crazy and make them uncomfortable.” I explained. “We have the whole house to ourselves and “pushups” is the best you could come up with?” “Fine.” Belinda said as she sat back and started brainstorming. I was expecting something a little more juicy than pushups, but I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. “I dare you…” she paused, smiling in deep thought. “… to run to the mailbox and back, completely naked.” “What?!” I exclaimed. “What about Marcela?” I protested. “She’ll see my… you know.” “Then you can put a sock over it.” She laughed. Marcela was laughing too and it was obvious we were all getting a little more than tipsy. I must’ve been drunk because I stood up and headed to my bedroom to retrieve a sock. I came back out and both girls were standing up waiting for me. I crossed the living room and headed toward the front door. The girls followed me to the entry way and stood watching me as I pulled my shirt up over my head and dropped it on the floor. I turned around and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts when it dawned on me that Belinda didn’t seem to mind if Marcela saw my rear end. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so when I reluctantly pulled down my shorts, I revealed my bare ass to them. Belinda whistled and Marcela laughed. As my shorts slid off my legs, I felt a surge of blood rush into my cock. Here I was standing between my girlfriend and her best friend, getting completely naked. It was exciting and the night felt alive with possibilities. I pulled the sock open and slid it over my dick and balls. “Can’t believe I’m doing this.” I said as I reached for the doorknob. I opened the door a crack and peered outside. I looked in both directions and didn’t see any headlights, so I swung the door open and barreled off the porch. I could hear the girls laughing behind me as I sprinted down the sidewalk leading to the mailbox. As soon as I was within reach, I smacked the top of it and darted back for the porch. As I neared it, Belinda pulled the door open wide and I ran in between them. The door closed behind me and Belinda and Marcela were both laughing hysterically. I was pulling my shorts back up when I looked at Marcela. “My turn.” I said. “Okay, Marcela. Since you thought it was so hilarious, now you get to go.” She looked at me sort of puzzled. I knew Belinda wouldn’t want me to see her best friend naked and Marcela probably didn’t want me to see her naked either, so I made an amendment. “Okay. Since I’m not allowed to see you naked, you can keep your underwear on, but once you get to the mailbox, you have to do ten jumping jacks.” Belinda immediately started laughing. “What?” Marcela whined. “That’s not fair!” “Sure it is.” I said. “You don’t have to expose anything illegal, so you have to do something extra to make it even.” “Fine.” She said as she unbuttoned her skirt. It hung open as she reached up and pulled her top up over her head. She was wearing a white bra and it heavily contrasted against her dark tan skin. Her breasts were larger than Belinda’s and I found myself immediately imagining what they might look like uncovered. She then slid her skirt over her hips and down to the floor. She cautiously crept out onto the porch as Belinda and I watched. I was staring at her ass. It was wrapped in white panties and looked amazing in the moonlight. I had seen her in her underwear before that night. Sometimes she would come over with Belinda to tan when my parents were at work because my back yard had privacy fences. Whenever she didn’t have a swimsuit handy, she would tan in her underwear, so it wasn’t too shocking but I still enjoyed the view. She hopped off the porch and ran down the sidewalk on the balls of her feet. Once she reached the mailbox, she did her ten jumping jacks and Belinda and I were laughing our asses off. She dashed back up to the front porch. As she got back inside, she picked up her wine cooler, took a swig and looked maliciously at Belinda. “Belinda. Truth or Dare?” “I guess I have to pick dare.” She smiled. “Go ahead. Give me your best shot.” “I dare you to run to the mailbox and back.” Marcela said. “Okay.” Belinda smiled. “Naked.” Marcela finished. Belinda looked at her sideways. “What? Neither of you had to get naked!” she shouted. Marcela laughed and said “Yeah, but I’m your best friend and I’ve seen you naked before, and he’s your boyfriend and he’s seen you naked before too.” Belinda laughed pitifully. “This is bullshit. So I’m stuck getting naked all night because of this?” I have to admit that I was loving where this was going. I stood on one side of her and Marcela stood on the other. She began to push her skirt down. “You guys suck.” She continued as her skirt hit the floor. She looked over at Marcela and grimaced. “I’m soooo gonna get you for this.” She threatened just before she grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head. She dropped the top on top of her skirt and then slid her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties. I watched closely as she pulled them down and the little piece of cloth covering her small tuft of dark brown pubic hair peeled away. Suddenly she was standing there completely naked in between us. Her body looked better than I ever remembered. She broke the moment by reaching for the door. She was getting the short end of the stick and she knew it. I guess that’s why she decided to stick it to us and make a big production of it. She stepped onto the porch and left the door wide open. Marcela and I stood in the doorway as Belinda treated the sidewalk like a runway. She walked slowly. Almost seductively. Her tight tan body looked spectacular in the moonlight. She finally reached the mailbox and turned to lean against it. The cool night air had made her nipples stand erect and she lifted both hands in defiance to flip us the bird. Marcela and I laughed in amazement as Belinda sauntered back to the porch just as slowly and then into the house. She took her time putting her clothes back on and my imagination was running wild. The dares went on in that same manner for a good hour. We would each dare someone to do something completely ridiculous wearing as little as possible. I was dared to recite “The Road Less Traveled” by Robert Frost (I had to memorize it for school in the sixth grade and for some reason still remember it) in the nude but holding a bottle of wine in front of my unmentionables. Marcela had to strip down to just her panties and pour us drinks while covering her breasts with the bottles she was pouring from. Every dare Belinda got, she was forced to get completely naked. I didn’t mind in the least. After a while, I got tired of dressing and undressing, so I came up with a plan. “Okay. Clearly, we’re all going to keep daring each other to get naked or almost naked, so why don’t I just grab some towels for us to wrap up with? That way, we won’t have to keep getting in and out of our clothes.” I wasn’t sure if my little plan to see some more skin was going to work, but to my surprise the girls both replied “Sure.” I went to the bathroom and grabbed three towels. I handed them one each and then headed to my bedroom to change. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back toward the living room. I stopped at the door and asked them if they were ready. “Yeah.” I heard them say in unison. I opened the door to a truly wonderful sight. My girlfriend and her best friend were both sitting on the couch with towels wrapped around their bodies covering them from their breasts to their upper thigh. Their clothes were in neat little piles on the floor next to their feet. I must’ve been taken by the moment because I playfully started humming cabaret music and threatening to open my towel. The girls were both laughing as I pulled one side of it completely open. I had my hand on the opposite corner still wrapped around my waist and my little tune was reaching a crescendo. Marcela hid her eyes just before I hit the grand finale and pulled the other side open to expose myself, flashing Belinda. Belinda began hooting as I showed her my manhood. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what happened next. Out of the blue (and before I had covered up) Belinda said “It’s safe Marcela.” Marcela uncovered her eyes and looked up just before I could snap the towel closed. I was completely shocked. Apparently, Belinda didn’t mind if her best friend saw my dick. This thought galloped through my head and immediately started shining a light on all the other possibilities that may lie ahead. “Oh my god, Belinda!” Marcela yelled. “I can’t believe you just did that!” Belinda was just laughing about it. Clearly it was not a big deal to her. I fastened the towel back around my waist and asked the girls if they wanted another drink. They both did, so I headed to the fridge and grabbed us another round. When I got back, Belinda was talking about how good it felt to be naked outside. I have to admit the weather was perfect that night, so I suggested we move the game to the backyard. The girls agreed that it was a good idea and we headed out back. Once you went out the backdoor, there was a paved path that led to a wooden deck with patio furniture on it. Off to the side of the house was a fenced yard with high privacy fences. We all settled in on the deck and I was informed that it was my turn. I remembered that the reason we came outside in the first place was because of Belinda saying how good it felt to be naked in the night air. My dare for her seemed completely logical. I said “Belinda, I dare you to play the rest of the game with no towel.” “I knew you were gonna say that!” she smiled. She then set her drink down and stood up in front of me and Marcela. “You just wanna look at my tits!” she heckled. With a flick of her wrist, the towel swung open and fell to the ground. Her legs stretched up from the deck and met in a small strip of dark pubic hair that caught a bluish glow from the moonlight. Her flat stomach was firm and led up to her small, perky breasts. Her nipples were taught and appeared as dark circles in contrast to the pale flesh of her breasts. The tips of them stretched out into the cool night air and her brown hair melted over her shoulders in large spirals. The sight of her naked body bathing in the moonlight was breath taking. I noticed Marcela’s eyes studying Belinda’s body too. She seemed almost as entranced as I was. Now my girlfriend was completely naked and her best friend sat beside me in only her panties and a towel. This night was turning out much better than I could’ve imagined. It was Marcela’s turn to dare someone. She took a big gulp of her wine cooler and set it on the table. Then she looked at me and said “I have a dare for you Chico.” I smiled back at her and said “What you got?” She looked over at Belinda who was now sitting down again and said “I dare you to take off your towel and rub your penis on Belinda’s boobs.” Just hearing her say that was almost enough to get me hard. I felt my dick throb at the thought of it. “Wow.” Was all I could think to say. I had already grabbed my sock in anticipation of the next ridiculous stunt I would have to perform. Turns out, I wouldn’t need it for this one. Belinda turned her chair so that she was facing Marcela straight on. I stood up and walked over to stand in front of her. As I approached, she scooted forward to the edge of her chair, arched her back and spread her legs. I stood between her knees and opened my towel. By the time it had opened up, my cock was half way stiff. Belinda looked up at me and smiled. Her eyes skimmed down my chest and belly and fixated on my throbbing dick. I let my towel fall to the ground exposing my rear end to Marcela. I looked over my shoulder at her and saw that she was smiling a mischievous grin. I turned to face Belinda and took my cock by the base and began to rub it across Belinda’s chest. I couldn’t believe what was happening and how lucky I was to be in that situation. The tender area just below the tip of my shaft brushed across Belinda’s erect nipple and sent an exquisite jolt of raw nerve data up my spine. After about fifteen seconds, my cock was as hard as a rock. I finally pulled away and bent down to grab my towel. I needed to find a way to get rid of the boner I’d gotten, so I asked if I could get anyone a refill. They were both still good, so I ran inside and got myself another beer. By the time I got back to the backdoor, my cock had softened and I could walk normally again. I sat back down in my chair and Belinda alerted us that it was her turn. She turned to Marcela and said “Marcela, now I have a dare for you.” Marcela was still smiling. “I dare you to pull up your towel and put your hand down the front of your panties for thirty seconds.” “What, and like touch myself?” she asked. “No way!” “Hey, you just dared Johnny to rub his dick on my boobs!” Belinda laughed in defense of her latest dare. With that, Marcela lifted a few inches off of her seat and pulled her towel up around her waist. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She whispered almost to herself as she spread her thighs and found her way under the elastic waist band with her fingertips. Her hand became a bulge under the white fabric of her panties and it slowly started to move and pulsate. She was too embarrassed to get really into it. She just kept smiling and laughing. There was only ever a brief high pitched moan between giggles. We counted the thirty seconds until she was done and she slid her hand out of her panties. It didn’t really occur to me until she was finished that I had just watched my girlfriend’s best friend masturbating in my backyard. It was my turn again and I felt like Marcela had certainly been pushed far enough for the time being, so I turned my attention to Belinda. “I have a great dare for you.” I smiled. “Oh god, what is it?” she asked. I stood up and walked across the deck to where the small bench seat was and turned around. I pulled off my towel and held it out in front of me. Then I sat down and draped it across my lap and leaned back. “I dare you to make a tent.” I smiled. “What?” she asked. I guess I hadn’t been clear enough. “I dare you to give me a boner.” I said. “Only, you aren’t allowed to touch me.” Marcela was laughing again. “This is getting pretty raunchy.” She said. We were all pretty drunk by then. Belinda didn’t seem phased in the least. She stood up from her seat, picked up her drink, and slowly walked toward me. Her breasts gave a little bounce with each step as she approached. When she reached me, she dropped to her knees and looked up at me. She set her drink to the side and placed her hands on her stomach. She then glided them up her body and cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples between her thumbs and fingertips. She moaned deeply and urgently and I felt the first rush of blood heading down to my dick. I glanced over at Marcela and saw that she was watching Belinda’s show intently. Then Belinda rose up to her feet and bent forward. Her breasts were hanging just in front of my mouth. She then arched her back and pushed her hips forward. Her titties were pointing straight up and her legs were shoulder width apart. Her hand slid across her waistline and found its way between her thighs. I could feel my dick beginning to rise as she fingered her pussy in long strokes right in front of my face. I couldn’t believe how uninhibited she was being in front of Marcela. She had only been working on me for a minute or less before the front of my towel rose up like a flag of surrender. From behind her I heard Marcela say “Wow.” Belinda leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth and secretly reached down and gave my cock a little squeeze through the towel. I was as hard as a rock. It was Marcela’s turn again and she had a doozie in store. I couldn’t believe how far we were taking this game. We were pushing a lot of limits. “I have a dare for both of you.” She started. “I dare you to both get totally naked and make out for one minute.” I looked over to Belinda for her approval and was met with her slow smile. The outline of my cock was clearly visible under the towel and I thought about earlier in the evening when Belinda all but tricked Marcela into seeing me naked. Maybe it was the logic, or maybe it was the alcohol, but I suddenly felt that it was safe. Without bothering to pull the towel closed around me, I stood up. The towel fell to the deck and I stood in front of them both completely naked. My cock was sticking straight out now and I felt wonderful. I felt free and could feel the cool night air all around me. I walked across the deck to where Belinda and Marcela were and Belinda stood to meet me. I took her in my arms and pulled her close. I pushed my mouth into hers with passion and force. My dick was sticking into her stomach. To my surprise, she moved to the far side of it instead of blocking it from Marcela’s view. It almost felt like she was showing it off to her. My hands followed the gentle curve of her back and rested on her ass cheeks. I pulled hard on her ass and she moaned as we kissed harder. Her leg came up and I held it in place on my side as she started to grind her crotch against the bone of my pelvis. I could feel the heat and wetness from between her legs as she pushed into me. Then I was shocked to feel her delicate fingers wrap around the base of my cock and begin to loosely stroke me. I looked over at Marcela to see her reaction. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Marcela was staring at us with her mouth wide open. We finally broke away and returned to our seats. I draped my towel over my lap again and took a deep pull from my beer. We were all smiling and feeling the awkward silence building when Marcela finally broke it. “That was so hot!” She said. “I thought you guys were about to start going at it or something.” “Who’s turn is it now?” Belinda asked. “Yours.” I said between sips of beer. “Oh, shit.” She said wide eyed. “I gotta think of something good. Who am I gonna get?” she asked the night air. I was leaning back and enjoying the view. Belinda looked incredible in the glow of the moonlight. There was a twinge of humidity in the air and it gave her dark skin a beautiful sheen. Marcela was watching her every move wondering who she would dare and what that dare would be. Finally, Belinda exclaimed “I got it!” Then she stood up and ran to the back door and then disappeared inside. Marcela and I looked at each other completely puzzled. Belinda returned a minute later and she was carrying something. She hopped up the short steps of the deck and set the items on the table. She had brought my sunglasses and a spray bottle filled with water. She then pulled me up from my chair and led me back to the bench seat. She sat me down and put the sunglasses on me. It was already dark outside, but now with the sunglasses, I couldn’t see much of anything. Just vague shapes and outlines. Then she picked up the spray bottle and sprayed it at my face. Now the lenses were beaded with water and all I could see were dark blurry spots. “Okay. What is all this for?” I asked as she draped my towel across my lap again. “Well,” she started “my dare is for Marcela, but for it to work, I had to make it to where you couldn’t see anything.” She explained. “Can you see anything?” “Not really.” I answered. “Good.” She said. “Okay, Marcela, I dare you to take your towel off and give Johnny a lap dance.” I was in complete shock. Marcela was insanely gorgeous and I had seen more of her body that night than I ever thought I would, and there I was, about to feel her skin on mine. It was truly unbelievable. I couldn’t really see much more than moving shadows, but I heard Marcela ask her “Are you serious?” “Yeah.” Belinda replied. “How am I supposed to do a lap dance? Don’t I even get some music?” she asked. Then I heard footsteps trailing off and the back door opening. Moments later I heard a light thud and a small alarm clock radio hum to life. I heard skimming through stations until she found something she liked. It was the song “Creep” by TLC. (that’s right. 1999) “Oh god Belinda!” Marcela said. Then I felt a brush of wind at my foot accompanied by the sound of cloth hitting the deck. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Marcela had dropped her towel! She was standing right in front of me wearing only her panties and I couldn’t see anything but a muddy silhouette. I wanted to tear the sunglasses off and take in her stunning body so badly that I almost had to sit on my hands. The music was smooth and all of my senses seemed strangely sharp. Suddenly, I felt Marcela’s hands on my shoulders. She pushed me back in my seat. I then felt her legs between mine. I felt pressure as she pushed my legs apart, so I spread them out for her. Then I felt her breath on my face as she put her arms around my neck. She slid away from me and I felt her legs on either side of my right knee. I could feel her weight shift back and forth as she moved to the music. Then she turned around and I felt her hands on my knees as she lowered herself down onto my lap. I felt her ass rest on my lap and move from side to side. My dick immediately responded and began to rise again. Then her bare back was suddenly resting against my chest and she ground her ass into my crotch as she arched her back. Her head was now right next to mine and I could smell the faint feminine smells of her body. My dick was rising fast now and I wasn’t sure if Belinda could see it or not. I wondered momentarily if she would be upset or jealous, but it soon passed. Marcela had been grinding on me for a little over a minute now and my cock was at full attention. It was pressing upward through the towel against Marcela’s ass. When she finally rose, it shot straight up. Marcela turned to face me again and climbed onto the bench. She’d put a knee on either side of me and pushed my cock toward my body. She put her arms around my neck again and I could feel my cock pushing against the soft spot between her legs. Her breasts hung and bounced against my chest. The song was coming to an end, and not a moment too soon. If she’d ground on me like that much longer, I might’ve shot a load under my towel, and that would’ve been a little embarrassing. I was completely amazed at how much she had gotten into it and how aroused I could get just by her touch. The song finally ended and Marcela climbed off of me, panting. She had put a lot of effort into it. I waited a bit until I got the okay to take off my sun glasses. The world returned to me in an instant. Belinda was smiling at me, standing naked in front of me. Marcela had wrapped her towel around herself again and they were both looking at the tent that was now bulging in my lap. “Little excited Johnny?” Belinda asked. “Holy shit.” I said. Belinda and Marcela laughed. It was my turn now. Marcela had just been pushed pretty far and she seemed to be pretty comfortable with everything that was going on. I had been thinking about that night in the bathroom at the party and how I had wanted to see them kiss again all night. I had run out of ideas for stupid or embarrassing dares, so I decided it was time to up the stakes and go for it. I looked back and forth at the two of them and finally said “I have a dare for both of you.” “Oh, boy.” Marcela said. “What is it?” Belinda asked. “I dare you two to kiss again.” I said. “I had a feeling that was coming.” Belinda said. “For how long?” “One minute.” I said. Belinda laughed at me. “You’re such a boy!” “I know. There’s more though. I didn’t get to finish.” I said. “Okay, what?” Belinda asked. Marcela just looked on smiling as I continued. “Okay, I’m gonna turn around. When I’m facing the house, Marcela gets naked too. Then you two press your bodies together so I can’t see anything I’m not supposed to see. Then I turn around and you guys kiss. That’s it.” I spat out. The silence felt like it lasted an eternity. I thought I’d blown it. Game over. The end. I watched their faces. I could see that they were both thinking about it. They looked at each other for a minute and started smiling. “Should we do it?” Belinda asked. “I’m in if you are.” Marcela replied. Belinda broke her gaze from Marcela and looked over at me. “Okay. Turn around.” I stood up and pulled my towel around my waist again. I turned toward the house and waited patiently. I could hear the sounds of cloth moving. I heard giggling and whispers. Then, finally “Okay. Ready.” I turned around to what was the greatest sight of my entire life up to that moment. They were both standing completely nude and leaning into each other. Their breasts were pushed together and the light of the moon caught the edges of their bodies. They were both smiling and staring into each other’s eyes. I was lost for a moment. I could’ve died. Their two young beautiful bodies intertwined in the moonlight. Their nerves and anticipation floating through the air. It was beautiful. “Are you ready?” Belinda smiled at Marcela. “Okay.” Marcela whispered. The distance between their mouths slowly disappeared and their lips touched. The first kiss was sweet. It was instantly clear to me that it was a real love they felt for one another. It was the kind of love born of a lifelong friendship. I watched in awe as they shared this incredibly powerful moment. They pulled back and shared a genuine smile. Then Marcela moved in again. Now each kiss grew shorter and wetter. Soon their mouths began to open a little. Then their tongues touched. It wasn’t long until they were kissing hard and deep like they had that night in the bathroom at Chuck’s party. Soon, they lost themselves. Their heads swiveled and their lips and tongues moved with passion and purpose. Belinda’s hands ran the length of Marcela’s back and rested on her beautiful ass. I saw her squeeze it and Marcela let a small whimper escape her lips. As they moved and shifted for position, their bodies would briefly come apart, and I caught a brief glimpse of Marcela’s bare breasts. Her nipples were darker and smaller than Belinda’s were. They were beautiful. I immediately wanted to touch her. I wanted to taste her. Things were heating up rapidly. Now Marcela was groping Belinda’s ass. Belinda had forced her arm in between their bodies and had found Marcela’s breast with an eager hand. I watched her gently squeezing Marcela’s breast. Marcela was now leaning back from her, making no notable effort to conceal her breasts from my sight anymore. She dug her fingertips into Belinda’s ass as Belinda squeezed her soft breasts. Belinda bent into her and began to lick and suckle at her neck. Marcela bent back further and stood up on her tippy toes. There was a moment of hesitation, but only a moment, just before Belinda bent her head down lower and used her hand to push Marcela’s breast into her mouth. All at once, she was licking and sucking at Marcela’s nipple and Marcela was moaning softly into the night air. My cock was fully engorged. There was no hiding it. It stood straight out and I might as well have hung my towel on it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the scene that was unfolding in front of me. It was incredible. Marcela had lifted her leg up and wrapped it around Belinda’s hip. She was slowly rocking her hips against Belinda and arching her back. Belinda was lapping furiously at her breasts and whenever she took her mouth away, they would glisten in the moonlight from Belinda’s spit. Then it was Belinda’s turn. Marcela pulled her head up and began furiously kissing her. She pushed into her causing Belinda to lean back now and Marcela started to kiss her neck and found a tit with her hand. Belinda started moaning as Marcela massaged her tit and sucked her neck, before dragging her tongue down Belinda’s chest and making circles around her nipple. She flicked at it with her tongue and then took the whole areola into her mouth and sucked on it hard. Belinda Moaned and then something happened that surpassed anything I could’ve imagined. Belinda stuck her hand between Marcela’s legs! Marcela’s entire body quivered as Belinda slowly slid her finger across her clit. Her pace began to quicken and Marcela was moaning dangerously loud as her body shuddered. I could see mild panic on her face. I could tell she hadn’t intended for things to go this far and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it yet. The internal conflict was short lived as she gave way to the pleasure she was experiencing at the hand of her best friend. So short lived, in fact, that she began to slide her fingertips toward the warm place between Belinda’s legs. They stood in the moonlight kissing, fondling and fingering each other for almost ten minutes before they finally pulled away. The mood of the night was somehow different after that. There didn’t seem to be anymore barriers. We were all just going on impulse. I couldn’t make a sound. They were standing close to one another, smiling and pecking at each other. I could hear them whispering. I couldn’t make out any words, but the tone was playful and excited. Then I heard Marcela quietly giggle “Will he do it?” “Let’s see.” Belinda quietly answered. Then, they both walked past me. Marcela didn’t reach for her towel or her panties. We had all gotten pretty comfortable. Belinda took my hand and pulled me along. They sat down side by side on the bench and Belinda pulled me in front of them. “We have a dare for you now.” Belinda said. I couldn’t wait to hear what it was. “Okay.” Marcela was biting her lip. Belinda spoke for them. “We dare you to jack off.” “Oh my god.” I said. “How long?” Marcela smiled at her. Belinda looked back up at me and Marcela bit her lip again. “Until you cum.” She smiled. She reached up and pulled my towel undone. It fell down to the deck at my feet. My cock was less than a foot away from either of their faces. Belinda grabbed it by the base and pulled it closer to her face. She opened her mouth and pulled me in, coating me with her spit. I almost shot my load right then. Then she pulled her head back and spit on the head of my cock. She then reached for my hand and guided it to my cock. “We want you to jerk your fat dick right in front of us. Then we wanna watch you cum.” Marcela licked her lips as I started stroking the length of my shaft right in her face. Belinda was staring at my cock. “That’s it.” She said. “Jerk that fat cock for us Johnny.” She reached over and started massaging Marcela’s tits and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Marcela moaned and quietly slid a finger between her own legs. Belinda saw her do it and copied her movements, which made Marcela’s inhibitions flitter away. They both sat with their legs spread wide and rubbed their pussies as I jacked off for them. Belinda reached over and slid her hand under Marcela’s and began fingering her. Marcela leaned back and moaned as she watched my hand go up and down my cock. Belinda grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. They were now kissing deeply and I couldn’t resist my impulse in the moment, so I leaned forward a little further and rubbed my cock on the side of Belinda’s face as she made out with Marcela. Like an animal, she broke out of the kiss and wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked me in and out vigorously. I pulled back and she spat on my cock again before going back to kissing Marcela. My mind raced and I wondered if Marcela could taste my cock. I wondered if Belinda wanted her to. I kept jerking my cock and watching my girlfriend finger-fuck her best friend. I could feel that I was going to cum soon and Belinda could see it on my face. She slid off of the bench and pulled Marcela down with her. They were both down on their knees in front of me and Belinda took me into her mouth again. She kept sucking me as she ground her fingers into Marcela’s cunt. She pulled me out and asked “Are you gonna cum for us baby?” She was jerking my cock hard and her hand was dripping with spit. Marcela was moaning louder and I could tell she was going to cum too. As she moaned, Belinda said “I want you to cum for us baby! I want you to cum all over us! I want you to cum all over my titties and Marcela’s titties too!” I felt the pressure building at the base of my cock under my asshole. “Would you like that? Do you wanna cum on my little titties? Do you wanna cum on Marcela?” she asked. My legs started to shake. “You want me to lick your cum off Marcela’s titties Johnny?” Marcela moaned as an orgasm crashed through her like a wrecking ball. “You wanna cum on my face?” A jet of white hot cum pulsed from my cock and sprayed across Belinda’s chin and neck. “Fuck yeah Johnny! Shoot that cum all over us!” she jerked harder. The second blast shot across Marcela’s tits. My body tensed and a third burst splashed onto Belinda’s right breast. “Yeah, baby! Cum on my tits!” Then a fourth blast sprayed across Marcela’s chest. “Give us that cum Johnny!” I milked the last of my jizz out of my cock and Belinda sucked the tip until it was empty. Then she leaned over to Marcela and started rubbing my cum into her chest like baby oil. Marcela watched Belinda lick the remaining pearls of cum off her beautiful tits. “Holy shit.” she sighed. We were all spent and had gone so far beyond any experiences we had ever known before. We went inside and Marcela took a shower. She said she was going to head home and she gave Belinda a final kiss goodnight and told her she’d see her soon. After she was gone, Belinda and I took a shower together and made love. Then we fucked again in my bed before falling into a deep sleep.

Introduction This is the first chapter of a very, very long story that has spanned 3+ series (and counting). I use a very slow and methodical style that builds each chapter on top of each other without diving too quickly into the action. So if you're looking for a quick sex story, this isn't for you. In fact, there's no sex at all in this first chapter but it provides the foundation for the relationship between Jenny and her son Chris. Enjoy. “How is it possible for one little girl to create this much mess!” I thought to myself while I spent another morning picking up clothe and trash from my daughter’s room. I loved my daughter Jessie, but she’s not a little kid anymore and needs to learn to clean up after herself. I looked around her room and was met with nothing but untidiness; her bed unmade with pillows on the floor and a bed sheet clinging on to dear life of her mattress, a desk covered from coloring books to magazine clippings to god knows what else, and a heap of dirty laundry on the floor to top it all off. “When did my life become like this” I wondered aloud. I, Jenny, met my husband Charles early on in college and we hastily married soon after graduation. We’ve spent the last two decades together building our own home and family. Now at the age of 38, I was a proud mother of two; a smart and rapidly developing son named Chris, and his juvenile, make my life difficult, little sister Jessie. My husband Charles comes from a classic white American family while I have a strong Chinese heritage. Even though I was born in China, I spent all but the first three years of my life in the US, so despite looking very much Chinese, I culturally associate myself much more as an American than anything else. Upon tying the knot, both our families urged us to start a family as they were eager to become grandparents. When Chris came into the world, we quickly realized that the only way our family would work was for me to stay at home. And right when he was entering the age of kindergarten, I became pregnant with Jessie, robbing my chance to reenter the workforce. Ever since then, I’ve happily accepted my role as a stay at home mom, letting my well-earned bachelor degree rot in an unmarked box in the office room closet. I loved both my kids, but its days like this that makes me wish I was dealing with the mess that adults left than that of my daughter. After finishing with Jessie’s room, I made my way to Chris’. His was almost the complete opposite of his sister’s. Chris’ floor was spotless, textbooks and journals neatly stacked on top of his computer desk, and a laundry basket that was full with actual laundry. I know it’s wrong to have favorites, but I couldn’t deny the fact that Chris was much better on my overall blood pressure than his sister. He was a wonderfully easy child to raise and hardly ever talked back to Charles and me. Chris isn’t very athletic and had never shown much interest in sports, but fortunately for him, also wasn’t anywhere near the socially awkward teenager that his father was. At 5’3, he was just about the same height as me, and from me, had inherited my brown eyes and black hair. However, his skin color and facial features were much closer to his father. In fact, most times, people had difficulty believing he was actually my child as for the most part he looked like any other white American teenager. Chris wasn’t overly popular yet had his fair share of friends as well. I guess you could say aside from having very good grades and a propensity to stay atop of his own education, he was much like any other teenager. After I emptied his laundry basket, I was pleasantly surprised that it was only 11 and I’d have some time for yoga before embarking on the rest of the errands that needed to be done. I had picked up yoga a few weeks ago as a relaxing form of exercise. I inherited great genes from my parents and still looked incredibly young, with many of our friends remarking how I looked 30 instead of someone who was knocking on the door of 40. I had shoulder length jet black hair and a slender frame helped by a fast metabolism. I was only 5’4 but luckily for me, most of that length was encompassed in my long legs. I ran a few times a week and because of it, my legs remained well toned and looked great. Up top I have small but firm 32B tits that seemed just the right size to escape any sagging from getting older. Overall, I was in great shape, especially for being a mother of two, but did notice that with age, my skin was a little bit looser than before. To help fix that, yoga gave me a calming, yet effective way to tighten my muscles and skin. With my yoga session done, I was able to one by one complete my to-do-list. By the end, the time had crept its way to 2:30, usually when Chris got home from school. And almost on cue, I heard the door open and the slow scuffling of shoes as he took them off in the foyer. “Hey mom” he said, seeing me approach him from the dining room. “Hello, honey! How was school?” I asked. “Eh, same as usual. I got a chem test I got to study for” he replied begrudgingly. “Ok, let me know if you’re hungry and I’ll make you something before dinner” I half shouted as Chris made his way up the stairs to his sanctuary. “It’s okay mom, I had a big lunch. Thanks though.” See? Low maintenance and no troubles, right? His arrival did remind me to go to the laundry room and check the dryer to see if the cycle was done. After organizing and separating our clothes, I decided to drop Chris’ off. “Hey honey, some of your shirts –“ “MOM! GET OUT!” he shouted in complete surprise, his hands scrambling to pull his shorts up while he simultaneously tried to cover his computer screen. “AAHH! I’m sorry!” I shrieked, hastily retreating my steps and closing his door. “How could I be so careless? Why didn’t I knock? He’s a teenager for goodness sakes, ughhh!!! I should’ve known better.” I stood confused, right outside his room, unsure of what to do. Do I go in and apologize now? “No, No” I thought. “Right now would be the worst time to go back in” I decided. Instead, I left his cleaned basket of clothe by his door and scurried my way back downstairs. Fortunately, my daughter’s return from school interrupted my agonizing attempt in coming up with a way to handle the situation. “Mommy! Look what we made in art class” she said, proudly displaying a beaded bracelet on her right wrist. “Oh it’s beautiful!” I responded halfheartedly. “I’ll make you one the next time we have art class again!” she exclaimed. “That’s great sweetie” I said softly. “Why don’t you go up to your room and play. Mommy has to go get dinner ready.” My mind was still trying to wrap itself around what to do. There wasn’t much shock at what I saw considering I was fairly sure at that age Chris would be masturbating at some point, but catching him in the act was completely unexpected. I didn’t feel too nervous for myself, but I had no idea how to approach the situation with him. Should I tell his father? Would it be easier for him to have a man to man talk? If I do that, how will my relationship with him be? No, I thought. This has to be something I talk to him about; otherwise he may always feel awkward around me. The more I thought about it, the more I tried to picture it all again in my head. I noticed that I was slightly disappointed that I didn’t actually get to see anything as Chris had covered himself up too quickly. That thought left me uneasy, but I dismissed it as nothing more than common curiosity and any mother would’ve wanted to at least get a glance. Unfortunately, the task could not be delayed forever and soon enough it was time to get him for dinner. I had decided that it was best to talk to him before my husband and daughter saw him. I figured it would ease any tension he might have. “Chris” I said softly, knocking on his door. “Yeah. Come in mom” he answered, barely audible. “Chris it’s almost time for dinner. I also just want to say I apologize for what happened earlier. It’s my fault and I should’ve knocked and respected your privacy.” I gazed at him as warmly as I could, trying to register any type of reaction from him. “I…Thanks” he stammered. “It’s just embarrassing. For your own mom to…you know…” For some reason his words caused my eyes to instantly dart towards his crotch. “What the hell was wrong with me!?” I thought. “Your son is beyond embarrassed right now and you’re trying to check out if he has an erection?” I shook myself free from the thought long enough to answer “It’s normal…at that age.” “Don’t feel embarrassed” I smiled warmly at him. “And from now on I won’t bother you when you just get home from school!” I said with a playful wink. “Mom!” he shouted back with a half-smile. “It’s not… every day...just sometimes.” “Still, I’ll keep my distance, just to be safe!” I joked back at him. “So are we okay?!” I asked concernedly. “Yeah, we’re okay. Thanks for not making it a big deal” he said, staring down at his feet. “Also, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was just…caught off guard.” “That’s okay, honey. I understand. And I didn’t tell your father, so it’ll just be our secret!” I winked again. “Thanks mom” he said genuinely. “So dinner’s ready?” “Yeah! Let’s go eat. I’m sure your father’s starving after a long day of work.” Together, we walked down the stairs and into the dining room where my husband patiently waited for us while my daughter, to the surprise of no one, was already eating. “I tried to hold her off as long as possible, but she prevailed in the end” joked Charles, as he playfully threw his hands up as a sign of his surrender. “That’s okay, dear. You never stood a chance” I answered, patting my husband on the shoulder. My daughter greedily smiled at both of us with a mouthful of pastas, showing off the spoils of her victory. The rest of us watched her display and laughed loudly. Dinner was great and I paid extra attention to Chris to see if he still felt any lingering effects of our conversation, but he seemed fine. His thoughts seemed much more focused on his upcoming exam than anything else. After dinner, I was given the enviable task of dishes. Yet for me, I often used the activity as my personal solace and a time for me to reflect on the events of the day. Only today, my mind kept returning itself to Chris covering himself up at his desk. Over and over again I recollected where his hands were and more and more desperately wanted to get just a peak of him. It got to the point that I began to manifest the image of his dick out of pure desire. The thought both disgusted me and turned me on. I had never before thought of Chris that way, but here I was, unable to get the image out of my head. People always say that woman approaching their 40s begin to have an increased sex drive and I guess I was just another example of it. While my hands were relieved by the cooling water of the faucet, I could feel the fire burning below in my crotch. My pussy was definitely responding to the thought of Chris. Instinctively, I began gently pressing myself against the counter of the sink. It was perfectly leveled with my pussy and each thrust forward brought me a little bit more pleasure and a little more guilt. I repeatedly told myself to stop, that this was wrong, but my hips ignored it completely. Gradually, I picked up pace and intensity, now grinding myself against the counter top. Caught up in the moment, I closed my eyes and a low, but unmistakable moan escaped from my mouth. The feeling forced me to abandon the dishes altogether, my hands bracing the sides of the sink while I erotically rocked my pussy back and forth against the countertop. I was actually getting close to getting off, just a little more - “Mom! I want some ice cream!” interrupted Jessie. Her voice, like a knife, pierced into my personal euphoria, snapping myself awake. I opened my eyes to see her on my left, staring at me. “Earth to mom!” she said, trying to snap her fingers at me. “Oh ice cream. Yeah… Just a little bit sweetie. Your teeth is gonna rot if you have too much” I answered. I was so thankful for Jessie’s sudden interruption. It prevented me from taking it any further. I was shaking, half from the thrill of the countertop, half from the fear of my own perverse thought. I pretty much sleepwalked through the rest of the evening as the guilt finally started to catch up to me. “You okay, dear?” asked my husband beside me in bed. “You seemed a little out of it, long day?” “Yeah…tired I guess.” “Well, get a good night’s sleep then. I got some big clients I have to meet tomorrow” he said, turning off his desk lamp and snuggling into the covers. I groaned, almost too loudly. I wasn’t able to get off earlier because of my daughter and was actually looking towards the possibility of doing so now with my husband. But, like usual, he seemed far too tired to try and initiate sex. I loved Charles, but as we’ve gotten older, and with the kids always in the house, and him moving up at his company, we’ve had less and less time and energy in the bedroom. Nowadays, we’re able to do it maybe once every few weeks. A year ago, once every few weeks would’ve been fine. But nowadays, even before tonight, I found myself less and less fulfilled sexually. It seemed that while my husband’ sex drive decreased near middle age, mine only got hungrier. The frustration caused me to return to Chris again, but this time it was towards what he was watching. I got the sudden interest for what he was using to masturbate. What type of girls were he looking at and more importantly what turned him on? I still hated myself for having such thoughts, but the guilt lessened. It was as if I had begun accepting myself for who I was. And I was no longer able, or even willing to fight it off. My mind raced through scenarios where I could get closer to my son, but I ended up settling on hugs and kisses to start. “Yeah, that’s not that bad” I thought. “Every mother should show love to her kids “I rationed in my head. My own family had never been overly physical to show love and it was a point I made to correct with my own kids. Still, it had been years since I gave Chris a hug or kiss outside of birthdays and Christmas. I had no idea how he would react, but at this point it didn’t matter; the desire I had for him was growing too strong to stop now. With my mind finally made up, I drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning to the music of my cell phone, telling me the day had started. With Chris having to leave for high school so early now, I prided myself in getting up before everyone so that I could make him a real breakfast and spare him an extra 15 minutes of sleep. The thought of Chris brought an instant jolt of energy to my system and led me downstairs. “Morning mom” Chris said lethargically. He clumsily made his way to the kitchen table and hungrily ate his eggs. “Ready for you exam?” I said, over a cup of coffee. “I think so. It’s the first one of the year, so it’s either going to be really easy to help ease us into the class or really hard to scare us straight” he said with a chuckle. “I’m sure you’ll do fine” I nodded approvingly. “Oh…uhm. Thanks again mom for not making a big deal of what happened. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to focus on studying, but it turned out better than I had hoped.” “Like I said, it’s okay. I was the same at your age!” I couldn’t believe what I had just said! I felt like slapping my hands across my mouth and taking it all back. “Mom!” he said blushing bright red. “What?! Your mom has her needs too!” I blurted out. Again, I didn’t believe what I was saying! I had always been pretty open with Chris, but this.., this was different and borderline obscene. Luckily before I could say anything else I regretted, Chris got up to hand me his breakfast plate. “Thanks for breakfast mom. I gotta go catch the bus now.” “Oh, Ok, bye honey! Good luck on your test!” I waved sadly as he left the front door. All the courage I had just worked up to actually go through with my decision and kiss him was wasted. The failure left me a bit dejected, but it made me more determined to make up the mistake in the afternoon. The next two hours were spent cooking breakfast and ushering both my husband and daughter out the door. Usually by the time I had the house to myself again, I would be exhausted. But today, there was something else that I was deeply anticipating. The long morning ritual had given my libido the time to decide I needed to find out what my son was watching, even if every other part told me not to. I eagerly made my way upstairs and cautiously opened Chris’ door, almost afraid that somehow he would be there waiting for me. I turned the lights on and was welcomed by the expectedly empty room. With deep breaths, I walked over to his laptop, flipped up the monitor and clicked the on button. The machine immediately jumped back to life and prompted me for a password. I had already prepared myself with the fact that I was most likely not going to get on his computer, so I wasn’t upset. So I looked around and noticed the external hard drive plugged into his laptop and quickly unplugged it. I ran back to my bedroom and grabbed my own laptop. Luckily, there was no password protection for this and I was able to get instant access to whatever was stored on it. There were a couple of folders that looked school related and a few other game related folders. I opened each folder one by one, until I reached a plain one titled “New Folder” that was seamlessly camouflaged within the others. When I opened it, I was happily greeted with what I was looking for. Inside were a couple of porn videos and picture albums. My pussy was getting wet from discovering all of this and over the next 15 minutes, I took small glances of the videos he had in the folder. There wasn’t anything too surprising or kinky as he was still young and probably just recently discovered porn. Most of the videos were very stereotypical porn plots and settings with mostly girls in their early 20s. The only thing I noticed was that most of the girls in the video were smaller, more petite sized. I suddenly found myself wishing that I was the reason he was into them. The very idea was such a turn on for me. Images of me stripping for Chris appeared in my head and unlike yesterday, I didn’t resist them. The more I let my imagination run wild, the dirtier the scene in my head got; from me casually exposing myself for him to watch, to me letting him fondle me, to me full on blowing his dick. Without even knowing, my hand had found its way down my shorts and was rubbing my pussy. When I finished scanning all the videos, I went back to each one, desperately looking for any indication that Chris was possibly into me. My hopes were ruined when I realized that none of the video were milf or incest related. There wasn’t even a video involving an Asian girl! I was actually feeling disappointed, disappointed that my son didn’t show any interest in me. Through all this, my hand had not left my pussy and by now was slowly fingering myself. The sound of my own dirty act mixed with that of the videos, edged me on even further. I hardly ever masturbated to begin with, and doing it now, in my son’s room, was turning me on even more. I pulled up a random video from his collection and skipped to the middle. My fingers began to fuck my pussy even faster, as I watched the video of the girl getting hammered by a huge cock. But instead of seeing the scene in front me, my brain only saw the image of Chris slamming his cock into me. Suddenly, I was overcome with the desire to make it a reality. “Ohhh YES! YES!!! Chris!! Make mommy cum!!!” I screamed, with my fingers relentlessly attacking my pussy. My body convulsed violently from the strong orgasm and my legs slowly went limp. As I rode the waves of pleasure, my pussy continued to drip all over Chris’ seat. When my heart rate finally came back to normal, I looked down to see a puddle of myself between my legs and cleaned it up to the best of my ability. Before I left, I took one last look around Chris’ room and knew that I wanted more. Simply getting off on the thought of him wasn’t going to be enough soon, I knew that. I still wasn’t too sure how far I was wanted it to go, but I was willing to find out. The next few hours were spent finishing boring errands and housecleaning duties, giving me time to criticize and assess my decisions without the interference of any sexual desires. I kept telling myself that I wouldn’t let it go too far and wouldn’t get too caught up in it. I convinced myself that I was still faithful to my husband, that I hadn’t done anything but just fantasize in my mind. Besides, even if I do get a little touchy with my son, there wasn’t anything really wrong with that. In my heart, I knew that everything I had just said were lies, but I needed to hear it; that even if they were lies, it, in some twisted way, kept my morality in check. I was just worried that, like earlier, I wouldn’t be able to resist myself if things got too far. True to my fears, it was only an hour later when I sat waiting restlessly in the kitchen for Chris to come home. I wanted to see him, and more importantly, I wanted to feel my lips on him, even if it was just a motherly kiss on the cheek. 2:25 my watch read, only a few more minutes. My heart was racing while I eagerly anticipated his return. I felt like I was back in high school, waiting for my date to come and pick me up! Finally, I heard the turning of the keys and the slow creaking sound of the door opening. My legs felt like noodles when I stood up and moved towards the front door. “Hey mom” he greeted. “Hi honey! How was your day?” I said, almost too excitedly. As he took off his shoes and bent down to put them aside, I couldn’t help but stare at his ass. It wasn’t even because it stood out or that I always had a thing for asses, no, it was simply because it was my son’s. The mere fact that looking was taboo made it that much more thrilling. Just when he turned around and was about to answer me, I caught him off guard with a hug. As my hands wrapped around his back, I couldn’t help but pull him closer to me, pressing my tits against his chest and taking a whiff of his natural scent. The hug wasn’t firm enough to suggest anything sexual, but definitely enough for him to feel my presence. I held it for just a few seconds because I didn’t want to scare him off by my sudden action. When I broke it off, I leaned into him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Chris looked at me a bit surprised and unsure of how to react. “So, how was your exam, easy…hard?” I asked, before the silence became too long. “Oh. It seemed easy enough. I’m not completely sure to be honest. I finished before most of the other kids, so, either I did really well… or I did really poor” he replied with a smile. “You’ll be fine. I’m sure all your studying paid off!” “Yeah, I hope so! Oh mom, could you make me a sandwich, I did some last minute studying at lunch and didn’t get to eat much.” “Sure! Turkey or chicken breast?” I asked. “Uh, chicken’s good. Thanks mom! I’ll be back down in a half hour or so.” “A half hour huh!? Someone likes to take their time!” Chris’ face was full of confusion before he realized what I meant. “Mom! I was just going to check my email and stuff, not…you know…” he replied with a shy, but evident smile. “Hehe. I’m just teasing you, honey!” I said, playfully slapping his arm. “Ok, go ahead and take care of your “e-mail” I said, making the air quotes with my fingers. “And just come back down when you want to eat.” “okay, mom” he chuckled while walking up to his room. It felt sooo good flirting with my son! And I couldn’t believe just how proud I actually was. My face was covered with an uncontrollable smile and that familiar tingling feeling was back. Nothing had gone wrong and I think Chris might’ve even liked my kiss! Just thinking about it, I knew that I wanted to do it again and…again! I let myself ride the emotional high for another minute or so until I walked into the kitchen to prepare his sandwich. I took my time slowly making his snack as I didn’t want to suffer waiting for him with nothing to do like earlier. It seemed I timed it pretty well when I heard the sound of his footsteps down the stairs just when I was finishing cutting the last of the tomato slices. “So you finish checking your email?” I asked with a devilish smile. “Mhm! That’s why I came down to get food!” he replied, playing along now. “Oh, now I see where your priorities are! I guess there was another hunger you had to take care of first, huh?!” I said handing him his sandwich with a side of chips. Chris chuckled loudly at my comment as he took his first bite. “Do you want anything to drink? You know… to replenish yourself?” By now Chris seemed much more comfortable with our dialogue and responded accordingly. “I guess some milk… might help” he said with a huge grin. Now it was my turn to giggle at his wordplay. I made my way to the fridge and poured him a well-sized glass of milk. “Is that going to be enough? You were up there for a while…” “Yeah, it’ll be fine” he said through his laugh. I deliberately placed my hand on his left shoulder when I handed him his glass. “So how was the rest of your day?” I asked, trying to distract his attention away from my hand. We were having such a good time that I was scared my touch would overextend the welcome. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to ruin the mood. “Nothing too interesting, especially since I was worried about the exam most of the day. How about you, mom?” he asked looking up at me from his seat. His question spurned my mind to instantly recall what I had done in his room during the morning. “Oh, nothing much either, just the usual cleaning” I said. My hand had now left his shoulder and was playing softly with his hair. “You still hungry, do you want anything else?” I asked, seeing that his plate was nearly empty. “No, I’m good. I don’t want to be too full before dinner.” “Oh, you’ve got a bit of mayonnaise - here, I’ll get it” I said after watching him struggle finding it. I carefully scraped it from the side of his lips and brought it slowly to my own, licking it clean off my index finger. “Yum!” I said with a big smile. Chris’ eyes widened a bit from my action, but it was quickly followed by his smile widening as well. “Do you want the last bite mom?” he said offering it to me. “No, it’s okay. Go ahead and finish it honey!” Just as I finished my sentence, I heard the sound of the front door opening from my daughter coming home. I hurriedly leaned in and gave Chris a kiss on the top of his head. “When you’re done, leave the plate in the sink.” I rushed to go meet my daughter, mostly to stop her from seeing anything unusual between me and Chris. By the time I turned the corner, she had somehow already managed to dump her shoes, backpack, and jacket all over the floor. “Mommy!” she shouted loudly, coming in for a hug. “Nice to see you too sweetie! How was school?” “Good! Our teacher told us that we are going to have a field trip to the arts museum in a few weeks!” “That’s wonderful! What do you want to see most?” “Uhmm, I’m not sure yet. We’re still learning about different things in class so I will know later!” “Gotcha! Ok, go clean up your mess” I said, pointing to the trail behind her. “And go do your homework; no TV until you’re done, ok?” “Fiiiine…” she groaned. When she turned around to pick up after herself, I couldn’t help but grin a bit from her finally following directions. “Thanks mom, for the sandwich. It was great. I’m going to work on homework too now” Chris said as he passed us on the way to his room. “Chris! Can you help me with some of my math homework? We’re learning complex fractions and I have some trouble?” my daughter asked, running quickly after her brother up the stairs. “Sure thing squirt. Try to do them by yourself at first and then I’ll come and help you.” I smiled approvingly as both my children disappeared to the second floor. The afternoon had been so wonderful! Between flirting with Chris and my daughter actually listening to orders, I was left in a really good mood. I checked the time to see that I could afford to do some light reading of my novel before starting the night’s dinner. When I finished preparing the sides and had the pot roast going in the slow cooker, I heard the sound of the TV from the living room. “Done with your homework, sweetie?” I said, seeing my daughter on the sofa watching Nickelodeon. “Yup, yup! Chris helped me with it!” she replied, never taking her eyes away from the screen. “That’s great! So, where’s your brother now?” “He’s in his room I think. Probably doing his own homework; He has a lot I think, his desk is covered with books!” “That’s because he’s in high school. Did you thank him for helping you?” “Yup!” “Ok, enjoy your show. I’m going to check on your brother. We’ll eat once your father comes back, in about 15 minutes or so. Oh, and don’t sit so close to the tv!” I instructed. My daughter lazily waved her arm at me, her way of saying “yeah, yeah, I hear you.” I made my way up the stairs and quietly approached Chris’ room. I knew I shouldn’t but I creepily placed my ear over his closed door, hoping to hear something. Unfortunately, I was met with nothing but silence. “Chris?” I asked, knocking a few times on his door. “Yeah mom, come in.” I opened the door to see him busily studying at his desk and it made me feel slightly guilty for interrupting him. “Working on your homework?” I asked rhetorically while I moved next to his seat. “Yeahhh…” he sighed. “So what’s up?” “I just wanted to thank you for helping your sister. I know you’re really busy with your own stuff, so I really appreciate you taking the time to help her” I said, again playing with his hair. “Nah, it was no big deal. Besides, it allowed me to reminisce about how easy school was once upon a time” he joked. “Well, what are you studying now?” I asked, crouching down a bit to examine his work. As I did so, my right hand naturally swung around his back and grabbed hold of his right shoulder for support. “US history. It’s not particularly hard, just lots to read and memorize, that’s all.” “I see. Well dinner’s just about ready. Do you want to take a break and help me set the table?” “Yeah, that sounds good!” he said. But as he began getting out of his chair, it threw off my balance and I stumbled forward. Instinctively, my left hand reached for the ground to brace my fall, causing my tits to press firmly against the side of his leg. “Whoops!” “Shit! I’m sorry mom, I didn’t mean to trip you!” he said, reaching down to try and help me up. I rotated towards him, with my tits still against his legs, and gladly accepted his hand to help pull me up. I wasn’t sure if through all the commotion he even noticed, but the feeling I had from it was more than enough. “It’s okay honey. It was half my fault anyways!” I said laughing. With my balanced regained, I leaned in and gave him another quick kiss, the third of the day. “Thanks for being a gentleman and helping me up!” “Ok let’s go downstairs and set up dinner!” My husband came back just as the table was finished being set and we enjoyed another interactive family meal. Everybody seemed to be in great spirits; my daughter was excited about her new field trip, my husband about getting some company tickets to the weekend’s football game, my son about finishing his first exam of the year, and me of course from spending the afternoon flirting with Chris. Even though I had no clue whether anything I had done was affecting the way he saw me, it felt too good to stop. I really did feel like I was back in high school again! I spent the rest of the evening enjoying some TV shows in my bedroom with the other important man in my life. When my husband was tired and decided to call it a night, I wasn’t even disappointed that he didn’t want any sex again. I waited patiently until I heard his snoring before I started to play with myself again. The feeling of touching myself right next to my husband combined with the images I had of Chris in my head, got me off incredibly fast, and hard. Soon after, I fell asleep as well, anticipating when I could be alone with Chris again. I awoke the next morning bursting with energy for the day to begin. While I normally dreaded getting up out of bed, I couldn’t wait to do so today. I nearly skipped my way downstairs and into the kitchen to get Chris’ breakfast started. “Morning honey!” I said, spotting him walking into the kitchen. “Good morning, mom. Smells good, pancakes?” he said, moving over to the stove to see his food. With him standing so close, I couldn’t help myself and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go sit down, I’ll get you a plate!” Chris happily took a seat on the kitchen table and I served him a plate. “Do you want any fruit or whipped cream on it?” I said, handing him the syrup. “Nah, syrup is fine.” While Chris ate his breakfast, I went back to cooking up another batch for my husband and daughter. I was hoping that I could finish before he was done and kiss him good bye, but he engulfed his plate too quick for me to catch up. But to my surprise, when he finished, he dropped his plate off in the sink and then walked towards me. “Thanks for breakfast, mom. I gotta go!” he said, leaning in ever so slightly. I was ecstatic that he did and immediately planted a kiss on his cheek. “Have a good day at school!” “Yup, bye mom!” When I heard the front door shut, I nearly jumped in the air from overexcitement! I was so happy that he enjoyed my kisses! I didn’t know if he felt anything sexual about it, but still; he was the one that leaned in and he was the one that wanted the kiss before leaving! The morning set the tone, and over the next two and half days, it felt like bliss! Chris and I settle into a routine where I hugged and kissed him goodbye in the morning and again when he came back from school. He seemed to like feeling my affection and it definitely showed through our conversation. Now, instead of just hiding up in his room like before, we spent the time before his sister got back from school chatting in the kitchen. We also continuously flirted with each other and I took every chance I got to be touchy around him; gently massaging his shoulder as he ate, or playing with his hair, or fixing his collar, etc. If anybody saw us, they would’ve easily pegged us for lovers! Still, as part of human nature, I found myself wanting more. A kiss on the cheek wasn’t enough anymore, I wanted to kiss him on the lips. Just casually flirting with him through talking wasn’t enough, I wanted to slowly seduce him. All these thoughts ran through my head at once while I lay in bed trying to sleep. With tomorrow being the last day before the weekend, I wanted to try something more before I lost the opportunity to do so for 2 whole days. The next morning, Chris and I again greeted each other over breakfast. “So it’s Friday today! Happy for the weekend?” “Yeah, I guess. It’s weird, but this week didn’t feel particularly long. I mean during school it felt long, but at home… it felt short?” he said, phrasing his reply as almost a question. I liked to believe that his comment meant he had so much fun around me that he dreaded going back to school, but I couldn’t be sure. Instead, I took notice of the time and saw that was it later than we both realized. “Honey, hurry up you’re gonna be late!” Chris took a glance at the clock on the microwave and instantly got off his stool, moving towards me for his kiss. Only this time, after I gave him the usual hug, I kissed him hard on the mouth. I didn’t part my mouth so it was a dry kiss and lasted just a second, but it was a big step in our relationship. How he took this kiss was going to determine when and if I could move forward. I nervously pulled my head back to gauge his reaction. Chris’ face was expectedly shocked at first, but he alleviated my fears by closing in and giving me a second hug. “Thanks again mom, I’ll see you after school!” I watched him scurry out of the kitchen, with his head down, trying to hide a smile. With that smile, a big sense of relief fell over me! I was so nervous and worried about kissing him that it completely overtook any joy I got from it; I’d have to fix that in the afternoon! The rest of the day morning was just like any other day, but instead of doing yoga before noon like usual, I decided to do it right before Chris got back from school. I wanted to work up a sweat and for him to see me right after a workout. Also, in place of wearing my normal “mom” clothe, I was going to stay in my workout shorts and t-shirt, at least until my daughter got home. During my workout, I made an extra effort to push myself and held each position longer than usual, hoping that it would give me that extra toned look. The added incentive seemed to pay off when I was covered in sweat at the end of the workout. I checked the clock to see it was almost 2:30, right when Chris would get home from school. I took the few minutes I had left to grab a towel and dried myself off a bit so I wouldn’t look gross. I took one last look in the mirror and was pretty happy with what I saw. My face was flushed and there were still beads of sweat dripping from my forehead, but it made me look sexy. I slowly moved backwards and posed my legs in front of the mirror, happy with the way they looked after the workout. Just as I was about to fix my hair, I heard Chris’ keys jingling outside the front door. “Hello honey!” I said walking towards him. This time, without even trying to take his shoes off first, he moved himself towards me to embrace my hug. Our hug was noticeable tighter than any time before and instead of me breaking it off, he actually broke it off, and turned his face towards mine; indicating that he didn’t want his kiss to be on the cheek. I happily obliged and kissed him again on the mouth, letting it linger for just a second. “Take your shoes off honey! I don’t want the floor to get muddy!” “Oh, sorry mom” he said with a slight blush. It wasn’t until after he put his shoes aside that he actually noticed my attire. His eyes widened a bit before he did his best to cover up his excitement. I almost laughed from his attempt to hide his smile, but didn’t want him to stop looking. “Hungry?” “Yeah! Could you make a grilled cheese sandwich with tomatoes and bacon?” “Sure thing, honey! I’ll call you when it’s ready.” “Thanks mom” he said, giving me another hug before leaving upstairs. I took enjoyment noticing that it was the second time today that he voluntarily hugged me. I was making progress! I rushed in making his sandwich, desperately wanting his eyes on me again. “Chris, your sandwich’s ready!” I shouted from the bottom of the stairs. “Thanks mom, I’ll be down in a second!” “It looks delicious! Do we have any hot sauce?” he asked, strolling into the kitchen. “Way ahead of you!” I replied, handing him a bottle of tabasco. “Let me know if you need anything else, I’m going to wash the pan.” I grabbed the pan from the stove and turned my attention towards the sink. With the gloomy weather outside, the window above the sink actually served as a mirror; allowing me to watch my son eat his sandwich behind me. “So how was your Friday?!” I asked, in an attempt to redirect his eyes on me. “It was okay. The teacher’s seemed to take the two days off as a chance …to … dump… more work on us” his words faltering towards the end. The stutter caused me to look up from the sink and saw through the reflection of the window, that Chris’ eyes were staring right at my ass and legs! The sight made my heart rate go through the roof and I nearly dropped the pan I was washing! While we continued to make small talk, my eyes never left the window. I watched intently as Chris took small glances at me while he ate. He wasn’t openly staring, either out of fear of me turning back around or because he was still confused about his feelings. Regardless, the attention he was giving me was exactly what I wanted! My shorts were by no means obscene, but showed much more of my legs than anything else I normally wore. I wanted to give Chris all his eyes desired, so I just stayed by the sink, pretending to wash the pan long after it was already clean. Chris himself was eating his sandwich uncharacteristically slow, and the longer my back was to him, the bolder he grew in watching me. When I saw that he was finally close to finishing his food, I decided to drop the washing act as well. I turned the water off and made sure to give plenty of hints that I was about to turn around. “Whew, it’s humid today!” I said, fanning my face a bit. The combination of frying the sandwich as well as the heat generated from Chris’ eyes really was causing me to sweat. ‘Yeah it is. Mom, did you just finish working out?” he asked shyly. “Yeah. I ran a bit late today with errands, so I didn’t get my yoga session in until just before you came home! Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing. I just asked since you’re wearing workout clothe.” “Yeah, there are a lot of leg workouts in yoga so I usually wear shorts. You don’t like them?” I asked, trying to sound innocent. “No..no, I do! I do like them!” he quickly replied. “I mean your shorts! I like your shorts! Not..not…that I don’t like your legs!... I mean-“ His stammering made me laugh out loud! “Oh thanks honey! It’s so nice for someone to take notice!” I said, trying to relieve the tension. Seeing his face still bright red from stumbling over his own words, I moved in to give him a comforting hug and another kiss on the lips. “Mhm! I think I got a little bit of your cheese!” I said, with a beaming smile. Chris had no idea how to react and just awkwardly smiled as he stared at his own mother shamelessly flirting with him. I then pulled away and turned to my pose my legs in different positions for him to see. “So you really think it looks good? I’ve been doing yoga for a few weeks now and I wasn’t sure about the results?” “Yeah…Yeah. Your legs looks good, mom” he said reluctantly. “Really?! You’re not just saying that are you?” I teased further. Seeing that his compliment made me happy, Chris’ complexion relaxed noticeably. “No, I’m not just saying that! Really mom, your legs look great!” he said sternly. “Ahh! That’s so nice to hear!” I said, almost shouting. In my excitement, I ran up to Chris and kissed him again! Twice in less than a minute now! His words were music to my ears and what had started out as just a chance to seduce him turned into something more; it was a huge ego boost to feel wanted again! “Oh, I’m sorry honey! I didn’t mean to get you sweaty too!” I said, wiping away the perspiration I left on his face. “Haha! It’s okay mom! No worries!” he said, joining me in wiping it off his face as we both laughed together. Our moment came to an abrupt end when we both heard the opening of the front door. “Here, hand me your plate. I’ll wash it before I go up to take a shower.” As Chris handed it to me, he leaned in to kiss me as well. His kiss was a bit rushed and I distinctly felt his tongue across my lip! “Thanks for everything mom, it was great!” he said, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. “You’re welcome! And anytime you want honey!” I shot back, hoping that he would pick up on my phrasing. But before he could respond, my daughter burst into the kitchen as well. “That smells good! I want one too! I want one too! Whatever Chris just ate!” she said, pointing at her brother. “Sure sweetie, just –“ “Jessie, mom just finished exercising and was going to shower. How about I make it for you instead?” my son interjected. I looked at him proudly, and nodded my head towards him, causing him to smile in return. “Okaaay…” my daughter groaned. “But you have to make it the same way!” “Sure, of course!” Chris said defiantly. “And mom, I’ll take care of the dishes as well. Go ahead and take your shower.” The entire time of my shower, I ran through everything that happened since I walked in on Chris. In less than a week, I had gone from having no sexual feelings for my son, to me openly modeling my leg for him to check out! And even better, we were now kissing and both of us enjoyed it! Chris kissing me on his own was a big indication that he was at least a bit attracted to me. And it was something that I definitely wanted him to explore further! I left my shower feeling completely refreshed, both physically and mentally and when I exited the bedroom, I was met with the strong aroma of grilled cheese. It actually smelled pretty good and I was pleasantly surprised that Chris didn’t burn it. “Well the house is still in one piece!” I said sarcastically. “Mommy, Chris actually did a good job with the sandwich!” she said, offering me a bite. “He did!?” I feigned surprise as I took a little bite. “You’re right sweetie! It’s not half bad!” I said while we both giggled at Chris. Chris just chuckled and shook his head. “I just finished the dishes mom. I think I might go take a nap before dinner.” “Okay honey, I’ll wake you up in time for dinner” I said, while turning my head to take a glance at my daughter. Seeing her back facing us, I quickly walked up to Chris and confidently kissed him, even subtlety slipping my tongue out and flicking it across his lips. Because he saw me check his sister’s position, Chris knew what I was going for and I felt him ever so slightly, kiss me back. I responded by dancing my tongue between his lips, teasing it to be let in. But before things got too out of hands, I pulled myself away. I was too nervous about my daughter seeing us. “Thanks for taking care of Jessie, honey! And have a good nap!” I said. Chris smiled at me and left to go upstairs. I made it a note to myself that this was our first real kiss; the first one where it was undeniably not how a mother would kiss her son. It felt wonderful! For the next two hours before my husband came back, I alternated between trying to cook dinner and battling to keep up with my daughter’s energy level. With it being Friday, she was even more hyper than usual. “Daddy!” she screamed, as she sprinted to the door after hearing the opening of the garage. “Oooh!” my husband grunted when he felt the impact of Jessie’s hug. “And how’s my little princess today?” he asked, picking her up. “Your princess is full of energy today!” I answered for her. Upon hearing my words, Charles took a skeptical look at his daughter and was greeted by her vehemently nodding her head in agreement. “She tired out her brother earlier today. He’s upstairs sleeping now” I pointed towards the second floor. “You did?!” Charles asked rhetorically. “Yup! Yup! Chris made me grilled cheese and then went straight to sleep!” “And where was mommy when all this happened?” he asked to no one in particular. “I was taking a shower after doing yoga and Chris offered to help. I should go wake him up now anyways.” “That sounds like it’s mine and your job to set the table then!” Charles said to his daughter. “Okay!” Jessie agreed enthusiastically. I let the two have their special father-daughter time and went upstairs to have my own special mother-son time. “Chris?” I knocked on the door. “Hmm?” I slowly opened the door into a very dark room, with the only light coming in through the cracks of his blinds. “uhh, what time is it?” I heard Chris mumble. “It’s about 6:30, did you want to eat dinner?” I asked while I took a seat by the foot of his bed. Suddenly, Chris sat up and turned his bed lamp on, allowing me to see his room. I instantly burst out laughing! “Look at your hair!” I shouted, pointing at his head. Chris smiled from my laugh and reached for his cell phone, looking at his reflection on the dark screen. “Oh man, it is pretty bad!” he said, laughing along. I dove for his phone and grabbed it from him. “You look too silly to not get a picture!” “Mom! No, it’s embarrassing!” he shouted, lunging at me to grab his phone. Together we wrestled like little kids on his bed until he finally was finally able to take his phone back. “Ok honey! Enough fooling around, let’s go eat dinner!” I said, pulling him up on his feet. As he stood up, Chris wrapped his hands around me and hugged me tightly, then went to kiss me. Knowing we were safe upstairs, I kissed him back, again using my tongue. Learning from me earlier, Chris copied me and for the first time our tongues met. The contact sent goose bumps all over my body as our tongues danced against each other. There was no denying it now, even if neither one of us admitted it, we were blatantly making out. I was lost in the moment and began kissing Chris back harder, opening my mouth even more. My tongue darted demandingly, against his lips and forced his mouth open. For the next minute or so, both of us recklessly explored each and we started to lose concept of where we were. In fact, it was actually Chris that broke our kiss off. “Mom, thanks for waking me up. But we should probably go downstairs for dinner” he said through heavy breaths. “Yeah! You’re right” I said, shaking my head playfully like if I had forgot about it. All throughout dinner and most of the evening Chris didn’t act any differently towards me. He was still just as friendly as he had been for the past week, but also didn’t show any effects of what had just happened upstairs. That was actually completely fine with me as I hadn’t anticipated things moving as fast as it did. I didn’t know if he was just going to pretend it didn’t happen, or was doing his best to not make it awkward. Either way, I decided that I would follow his lead as I didn’t want to put pressure on him or strain our relationship.

Comments are turned off I am tired of sick bastards using my stories to advance their sick ways. If Any of you have any comments you can email me. Who Me ….. A Wizard II I looked around at the odd group and decided when the Brown wizard said Lady Maxine was gathering a mixed group he wasn't kidding. I heard a chuckle... I looked at Slinky and thought “You can read my mind?” I felt rather than heard 'Yes.' Interesting... but useful … ''Can you read other minds?'' ' Yes read … speak to no..just yours.' Before Cher and Puss had departed they had each given me a book of spells It looks like I had better do my home work I bet I am going to need all the help I can get. Linda the White and her Goblin familiar Roli walked over to me and put her arms around me and hugged. This was very uncomfortable.... I had already established that the ordinary size of these people was almost 6'' shorter than me. A nine year old hugging … it doesn't take a genius to know where her face was. Roli hugged me from behind... Did you know Goblins have sharp noses. I heard Linda mumble something I pulled her away and asked her what. She said, “ Finally my Teacher is here. “ “Hey now wait a minute what do you mean Teacher.” 'Who else do you think trains other wizards.' appeared in my mind from Slinky 'You have to train her. Right now she has wild magic' “ What does that mean” ' She could cast a spell to lite a candle and blow up the room instead.' “ You are my teacher says the Brown,” I was having an uncomfortable feeling in my nether regions “Roli” I reach back and pried her from my butt and it was not easy. Barf was laughing and said “Rather you than me.” I smiled and said, “ Thanks.” We talked way into the night getting acquainted and deciding when to leave. I was becoming tired and Lady Maxine had a servant show me to a room. Ah a large bed big enough for six. Slinky lit on the bed post. The door opened and in walked Linda, Roli with Harper and Ciel right behind them. Slinky laughs silently . I was standing there in my gym shorts “ I am talked out all of you need to go to bed. “ Linda says, “That is what we are here for.” Ciel began taking off her weapons and clothes, Roli and Harper changes to their human form. Slinky changes to her human form and says, “Move over stud.” and pushes me down in the bed, “you get the Middle.” What the hell was I going to do four lovely women and a precocious child. From the right side of the bed a complaining Linda, Roli and Ciel than me then Slinky and Harper . I lay facing Slinky she turned so that I was spooning her. I felt a pair of titties in my back, Ciel was spooning me. I dozed off only to awaken again. I realized my hands were around Slinky and covering her titties. My pecker was out of my shorts and between her legs she was completely nude and was working her pussy back and forth on me. I lay still not letting her know I as awake. She shifted her bottom and got the angle she was searching for and I slid right inside her. I tensed up as I realized there was and extra hand involved. Ciel's hand was holding the base of my pecker. When slinky bottomed out her butt was in Ciel's hand. I tried to lay still, but my hands had other ideas I was rubbing and tweaking her nipples as she continued to move back and forth. Her pussy was very tight and she had excellent muscle control. I had a weird feeling on my hands my fingers were getting wet. I think I figured it out Harper was trying to suck Slinky' s nipples. I guided her to one tit and I played with the other. It was becoming difficult to not move. Slinky”s hips began to move faster I heard her gasp and slide off me. Her body was pulled away from me and I felt a new pussy replacing her. Harper had taken over and pulled me around until I was flat of my back. She mounted me cowgirl style and was riding me. I am glad she was in her human form I don't think I could handle her feathers. Ciel stood up in bed and stepped across my head and lowered her pussy on to my mouth I began licking her small pussy my tongue entered her slit and stroked back and forth she moved her hips rapidly on my seeking tongue I could hardly do more than hold my hold my tongue in one place while she got herself off Harper was also moving at a fast pace also … damn what was with these people why are they in such a hurry...Harper started gasping and if possible moving faster. I bounced her off of me. Then dumped Ciel into the floor. They both jumped up wailing “What's the matter?” Linda and Roli was hollering hey we were next. I told them, “No way in hell You are only 9 and Roli mirrors you.” Linda comes back with, “Who cares I don't.” “I care and it is not happening. And what is the matter with the rest of you. Wham bam thank you maam. What the hell is your problem are you all running a race.” They all looked at me and said, “Lady Max said that boys where you come from are always in a hurry.” ''Well This boy will decide if he wants to have sex & with whom and the next one who goes to the races will be dumped into the floor and not even be shown how she should act.” Now all of you get to bed ...and sleep... no sex. All you girls in the middle I will sleep on the edge.” I looked sternly at each they looked downcast. When I reached Linda it was obvious it was not over. I knew I would have to keep a watch on her... and Roli... The next morning I could tell my group was not happy. Lady Maxine was confused when she looked at the anger in my face. “Lady Maxine... just how many times have you been to my world?” “Never.” “How many men from my world have you had sex with?” “None.” “Then why are you telling these girls lies about how the men on my world like to have sex? And instigating sex with a 9 y.o.?” I am ashamed of you.” “But that was what I was told that your men were always in a hurry and that you would fuck anything even a snake if someone would hold it for you.” “Whoever gave you that information has no idea of what they were talking about. I hope they are not trusted advisers... if they are get rid of them.” I looked around at my mixed group.... “We will leave after breakfast so get your things together.” The meal was very quite as if they had all been sedated. I actually enjoyed it. I noticed Barf glancing at me and smiling... I hope that meant he agreed with me. We stepped out the front door and were met by two Centaurs a male Cherg and a female Twil they were our guides. I talked to Cherg he explained that Centaurs were one of the few creatures that did not affect a change they were always Centaurs. He laughed and said there is always a bit of exploratory sex some one is always curious. But there is no cross breeding... just fun. We made our way through the city and left by the North gate . The first morning went off with out a hitch except for Linda the white and Roli wanting to know when we would start her training. I told her when we stopped for the night we would practice for an hour. She realized this was the best she could do and backed off with just a frown. We did not stop for lunch. Just before we had planned to stop we were accosted by brigands (Aden's words not mine) Slinky had been had been flying ahead when she spotted 7 armed men laying in wait for us. Fore warned is fore armed. Ciel entered their attack zone astride Twil with her bow drawn and ready. Twil also was wielding a bow. As the bandits revealed them self, Ciel and Twil released their strings … two arrows two down. Slinky's bite was poisonous as was Harper's claws. Slinky went for an ear and Harper sunk her claws in ones shoulders. I told Linda Practice time, point your wand at the bandit and chant tie him up. She did this and the bandits lone archer ended tied up with his own bow string. Cherg used his sling to take one of the last two. And Barf hit the final one and had him flat on his back with Barf 's teeth just a hair from his throat. Rowrf and his clipboard was everywhere writing up the account of what happened. Aden had changed to an Owl and sat in a tree observing. Roli went around sniffing each one and chirped if she found one still alive there were two. We questioned them and each told the same story, they were hired by the Green. At the next village we turned them over to the local guard station. We continued on the scenery became boring to me. I swear we passed the same tree twice. I was glad when Cherg trotted back saying he had found a camping spot for the night. If it had not been for Slinky riding on my shoulder and telling me stories I would have went nuts. We came to a clearing on both sides of the road. I flicked my wrist, ala Harry Potter, and set up my tent on the right side of the path. I walked to the other side and spoke to Linda, “Pick you a spot and flick your wand to place your tent. Remember the inside does not have to reflect the outside. Take a peak in mine.'' Mine on the outside had the look of a tarp thrown over a clothes line... but … raise the flap and there was a room twenty by thirty with a huge dining room table with chairs for everyone the table was filled with food. There was roast beef, Chicken, Turkey and Ham. As well as a variety vegetables and sweet stuff. There was a doorway at the rear of the tent which lead to my bedroom. The room was brightly lit with 100 watt bulbs scattered the full length of the room. Now Linda when you get your tent finished we will set every bodies tents in place then adjourn to my tent for supper. I spoke to the Centaurs “I was not sure just what you eat so if you need anything else just let me know. He said he loved the salad greens but on occasion he could be happy with a steak. I heard a whoomph sound and raced out side to see a very embarrassed Linda in front of what was left of her tent. I also noticed her red face and singed eyebrows. I asked, “What happened?” She looked at me and was almost crying, “ Your room looked so bright and I saw all the little globes burning . I liked them, so I made a few and things were alright, until I tried to stuff them with fire. Then wild magic took over and they exploded.” I laughed and told her we would try again and I would show her what to do. So far I haven't used any of the spells from the books. I have been making things up as we go along [Dear reader please do not second guess yourself or me by thinking I am a full fledged wizard. I am just pulling things out of the air and... so far they have worked. I am just afraid that the wild magic will catch up to me and then ...] Slinky Landed on my left shoulder and observed as I put out the fire and restored Linda's tent back to where Linda was with her construction. I told Linda to try to just take the glow of a firefly, but don't hurt any fireflies. And just use that to light her tent... this made her happy. Slinky slid her narrow pointed head under my chin and over to rest on my right collarbone. Her long snaky neck caressed mine. Her Round body was settled on my left shoulder and her tail coiled around my neck to encircle her own head. I was mentally measuring her, I estimate her body at about four inches, her neck and head about five inches and her tail at about six inches that would make her about 15'' long. But she was extremely light. The iridescence of her scales went from red to green to turquoises. When all the tents were erected every creature changed to their human form. When Slinky changed I felt a wet spot on the back of my neck. We gathered in my tent for the evening meal and a discussion of today’s events. Once the meal was over I relaxed in my recliner, all the comforts of home. I pulled out both the spell books and looked at them. I read a couple of pages in one then switched and did the same to the other. My mouth dropped open, I picked the first book back up then compared them … they were the same. I chuckled the Brown was helping in his own way. I lay one book down and took the other over to Linda. “ Linda here is a spell book for you to study. As we travel I will test you so learn the spells well. You will need them while we travel and when we arrive at the Castle.” She squealed and grabbed me to give me a hug I felt Roli at my rear. Damn That nose. I pulled them off me and left for my tent. It was nearing 10pm when I turned out the lights and crawled into bed. Slinky slide into the other side. I didn't say a word just turned on my side and closed my eyes. This was more difficult than it may seem in her human form she resembled Rachel Weisz even to her long kissable neck. All in miniature, Rachel being 5' 7'' and Slinky being not an inch over 4' 6''. Her breasts looked like large lemons cut in half but on her were the perfect size. Her hips and legs made me think of my sisters Barbie doll come alive. I drooled when I looked at her. I guessed her measurements at about 27- 18 – 28 yep I drooled. But I set the rules... I drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night I awoke with my arms around a delightful package and she was still asleep but cuddled into my body. I stroked her body spending an extra amount of time on her nipples. I slid my hand down her hairless body to her lovely smooth pussy I lifted my hand to my mouth and wet my finger. I slide that wet digit into her slit and tweaked her clitoris on the second tweak her eyes flew open. I lifted her tiny body higher in the bed then I moved down and engulfed her pussy with my mouth. I sucked her outer lips in my mouth and simultaneously speared her slit with my tongue. She spasmed in the throes of ecstasy I licked on up to her clitoris and swirled it around for another spasm. Slinky was a very sensual being and didn't take very much and she was in another climax. I lost count of her climax es at six. I kissed my way up her body and reached her tits … they sure didn't taste like lemons but were very sweet her nipples were iron hard but pliable once they were inside my mouth. I sucked and tweaked and twisted. After a few minutes Slinky took over and flipped me on to my back and she mounted me. She started to speed up but I grabbed her hips and held her still until she calmed down then holding on to her hips I allowed her to rock her hips backward and forward. Sweat was dripping off slinky and I, her body began to tense and grasp as she moved. Slinky began snarling and her movements went from rocking to rotating. Her eyes were turning red. I was getting a bit frightened she was on the verge of morphing I could feel her Tail having morphed already it began slashing into my legs the heat was becoming unbearable her pussy was as if it were on fire. I could see her neck elongating. Then she was twisting around and slammed down and she climaxed a moment after I had exploded. With the explosion I passed out. Sometime later I awoke in fright I still had a hard on and could feel movement around my cock. Slinky was back as a dragon and was draped around my cock her tail was slithering around it and she was licking it from end to end. The frightening thing about this... She looked over my cock and into my eyes her tongue sliced out an her mouth slid over my cock head... Her bite is deadly.

Traci is hiking a forest trail just outside her home town. She is a beautiful black girl wearing a pair of short white shorts, black pull over blouse, black panties and bra. As she walked the trail she was thinking about her new on line friend in Texas. She had let him know she wanted to learn more about BD/SM and confided in him that she had rape fantasies which made her very wet when she thought about them. He had promised to help her live out her fantasy if she would come visit him. She was in such deep thought she did not hear the approaching foot steps behind her. Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind swiftly holding her arms behind her with one arm and clamping the other over her mouth. Pushing against the bend of her knees with his own he forced her to the ground. She could not scream with his hand on her mouth. He forced her face down on her stomach with his weight on top of her. In a stern convincing whisper in her ear. He told her if she screamed when he removed his hand from her mouth he would gag her and punish her very hard. He ask if she understood and she nodded her head with tears running down her cheeks. He removed his hand from her mouth and slapped her face as she gasp for air. He quickly hand cuffed her wrist behind her with a pair of steel cuffs. As she began to cry harder and attempted to scream he pushed a large red ball gag into her mouth behind her front teeth holding her mouth wide open and effectively preventing anything but a muffled noise from her. He pulled her up by her hips forcing her butt up and head down. She struggled to get away and received several hard slaps to her butt cheeks for her effort. The pain on her ass from the spanking made her attempt to scream through the ball gag bringing more tears flooding onto the ground. She felt his hand moving across her ass to her pussy. She became very embarrassed as he approached her pussy knowing that he would discover her unwanted arousal from the rough treatment she had received from him. He smiled as he ran his fingers under her shorts leg touching her thin black panties covering her wet pussy. She heard him laugh and say “ Thought you were enjoying yourself.” She screamed and tried to get away from his prying fingers on her pussy even though she felt the heat building in her pussy and stomach. He slapped her ass hard several times and grabbed her by the hair on her head pulling her to her feet. He said “I think it is time to get serious about having some fun with you. “ He pulled her by the hair to a spot standing her between two trees and tied her feet spread to opposite trees spreading her wide. After tying her ankles so she could not run he removed the hand cuffs and tied each of her wrist to the same trees he had tied her feet to placing her in a standing spread eagle. He had forced her off the trail to a spot where he had stashed a bag of ropes and toys. She watched in terror as he went to the bag and pulled out an eight inch blade skinning knife. She could see that he wore a ski mask covering his face and head. All she could see was eyes and mouth. He was a well built man. She could not help thinking if he had a large cock. Looking at the front of his wrangler jeans she could she the outline of a sizable hard cock. Against her wishes her pussy got even wetter as she thought about that cock deep inside her pussy or even her ass. Her focus came back to the knife in his hand as he approached her. She screamed and struggle hard against her bonds trying to get away from the knife she knew he was going to cut her to torture her. Placed the knife to her the left side of her waist just above her shorts waist band. She jerked away thinking he was going to cut her. She heard him say “ Be still you stupid black bitch or you will get cut. “ She froze and stared into his eyes. She felt the knife slide under her shorts waist band with the sharp edge out. She realized the knife was sharp as a razor as he easily slid it down the left leg of her shorts cutting them apart. He moved to her right side and did the same and the shorts fell to the ground between her feet. He placed the knife under her chin at the neck line of her pull over blouse and cut the collar band. Placing the knife in his belt he used both hands to rip her blouse down the middle exposing her black bra holding her beautiful breast. He could see her nipples were hard and trying to poke through the bra. He smiled knowing that she was aroused even if it was not her will. He looked her in the eyes and placed his hand over her pussy feeling the very wet crouched and laughed at her. To humiliate her he ask “ Having fun are we?” She shook her head “No” and began crying with humiliation. “ My little black bitch you will be begging me to fuck you by the time I finish with you.” He used the knife to finish cutting off her blouse and cut the bra between her tits and let it fall to the side. He was amazed at the size of her globes and the large brown nipples. His cock got so hard he thought it would get out of his pants before he was ready. He cut the shoulder straps and let the bra fall to the ground with her shorts and bra between her feet. He used both hands to squeeze her tits hard making her scream into the ball gag. He loosened his grip on her tits. As she settled down from the pain in her tits breathing hard he suddenly pinched her hard nipples between his thumbs and finger causing a searing pain in her nipples. She pulled hard against the ropes holding her arms up and out and screamed hard into the ball gag with tears flowing down her cheeks onto her tits. She begged “Please stop it hurts so bad.” At the same time she felt the juices dripping from her cunt. She felt like she was going to cum from the pain in her nipples. She fell limp in her rope bondage when he released her nipples. She hung there moaning and crying wondering why her body was reacting with arousal from the cruel treatment. She had not noticed when he went to the bag and came back with a blindfold and it made her jerk as he placed the leather over her eyes and buckled it behind her head. This made her feel totally helpless. Tied spread eagle between two trees, gagged, blind folded, and wearing nothing but a pair of thin black panties to cover her nakedness. She could not see him but could hear him moving around behind her. She suddenly jerked forward as he slapped her ass with his open hand. He spanked her several times enjoying the way she squealed and jerk against her bonds. He stopped spanking her after making her try to beg for him to stop. She could hear him as he moved in front of her. She jerked hard backward when his hand grabbed her pussy lips over her panties. She heard him laugh when he found her panties so wet from the spanking her juices were dripping on the ground. “ Did you cum from the spanking my little black bitch.” “ Looks like I grabbed the right girl.” I think you are just a little black slut.” His words humiliated her making her cry. “ Keep crying and screaming my little black slut. “ It just makes my cock harder to fuck your pussy and ass. “ “ Then I am going to make you suck my big cock down your throat until I get hard again. “ Then we can fuck some more.” “Will you like that?” Traci shook her head no and cried harder trying to beg him to let her go. She suddenly went to her tip toes as he grabbed the panties pulling them up hard between her pussy lips giving her a very painful wedgie on her clit making the fire travel from her clit to her tits and back. Her knees went weak as she fought the fire of an orgasm racing through her stomach and pussy. The panties gave way to the pressure and he ripped them from her body dropping them between her feet. Traci felt the unwanted arousal in her body as he pushed two fingers in her cunt curling them to hit her G-spot. He felt the pressure on his fingers as her cunt muscles squeezed his fingers. She was screaming as loud as she could into the ball gag. He smiled and started to fuck her G-spot with his fingers increasing the speed and pressure of his brutal finger fucking as her screams turned to moans of pleasure and she pushed against his hand helping him finger fuck her. Traci was fighting the orgasm pushing for release in her body trying not to give him the satisfaction of making her cum. She was about to cum when he told her “ Don't you dare cum you stupid black slut until I tell you to or I will punish you hard.” She could not hold back any longer as his cruel words lit the fuse in her cunt making her scream and jerk for several minutes with one of the hardest orgasm she ever had. “ I knew you could not hold it.” “They never can.” I like that because I enjoy punishing dirty little slut whores.” As she hung in her bonds jerking and moaning from the explosive orgasm he went to his toy bag and came back with a thick flogger. She was near recovering from her orgasm when he swung the flogger striking her across both ass cheeks with a hard painful thud making her jump forward as far as her bond allowed. The scream she let out made him smile and his cock jump in his pants. He let her recover and told her. “ We are going to play a game.” “ I will flog your body until you are wanting it to stop bad enough to beg me to fuck you hard.” He started to flog her back working his way down to her ass and down her legs. She jerked and fought her ropes while screaming and begging him to stop. When he stepped around and started flogging her big beautiful tits and stomach she was thinking she could not take the abuse any longer but refused to beg him to fuck her. When he landed a hard blow to her wet pussy she jerked so hard against her ropes she thought they would cut her and screamed as loud as she could. When he flogged her pussy a second time she begged him through the sobbing tears to fuck her pussy hard. “You disappoint me my little black bitch.” I thought you could hold out longer.” Laughing with pleasure and his cock throbbing he dropped the flogger on the toy bag and stepped behind Traci. He dropped his pants releasing his raging hard cock. Pulling her ass back making her push it out to him giving him better access to her cunt he pressed his cock head between her pussy lips. He smiled when she did not attempt to move away from his cock. He shoved his cock into her pussy with one hard thrust all the way to his balls. Traci screamed with the sudden assault on her cunt. He held her to him until he felt her pussy walls squeezing his cock. He started pounding her cunt hard and deep. Traci could not stop the fire of an orgasm building in her gut. She started to cry and beg him not to do this to her. He just smiled and continued to pound her pussy hard. He reached around and started to toy with her clit as he fucked her hard and deep. Traci felt the pleasure in her pussy and body and started to moan and push against the intruder in her pussy. Suddenly the orgasm of her life hit her hard sending her pussy juices gushing around his cock. He could feel his own orgasm building and pulled out to keep from cumming. Traci hung limp in her bonds sobbing and moaning from the pleasure she just experienced. He did not want to cum until he had fucked all her holes. To let his cock settle down a little he retrieved a battery operated hitachi from his toy bag. Traci jerked and let out a moan of pleasure as he knelt in front of her and pushed the buzzing monster between her pussy lips and pushed up to her clit. Her pussy lips wrapped around the monster as it stimulated her clit to another hard orgasm making her scream and try to get away from the buzzing monster. He stayed with her buzzing her to two more orgasms. She was begging for him to stop making her orgasm telling him she could not take it any longer. He smiled and pushed two fingers in her cunt under the hitachi. She could feel his fingers working on her G-spot as the buzzing monster worked on her clit. She exploded with another orgasms making her squirt her juices up his arm. She had never had anyone make her squirt before. The orgasm lasted so long she passed out. When Traci came to she was tied with her arms parallel across her back, rope around her big tits tightly binding them making them stand out. She felt rope around her arms and body pinning them so she could not move them. Traci's head was down and her ass held in the air with a rope around her lower stomach across her hips and tied to a tree branch above her. Her ankles were still tied to the two trees holder her open and accessible giving free use of her cunt or ass hole. When she tried to move she felt the clothes pins he had put on her big brown nipples. “ My little black bitch is finally awake.” She looked to the side to see him sitting on the ground looking at her. She felt so helpless and vulnerable. He had removed her blindfold and she got her first look at the huge cock. She felt an involuntary twitch in her pussy when she thought of how it felt when he was brutally fucking her earlier. He smiled and started to get up telling her he had mercy on her by lubing her ass to take his cock while she was out. Traci started to cry and beg him not to fuck her ass since she had never been butt fucked before. “ Oh! That's good I get a virgin ass for a change.” He told her it should be real tight on his big cock and laughed a sadistic laugh. Traci was crying and begging as he knelt behind her and pressed the head of his cock against the little opening to her ass. Traci begged and tried to avoid the intrusion in her ass but he kept steady pressure until the head stretched her little hole and the head of his cock slipped in her ass. Traci screamed with pain and he smiled as his cock twitched inside her virgin hole. Traci tried to relax to lesson the pain and he slowly pressed his big cock deeper and deeper in her ass. When he got the whole cock in her ass and his balls was resting on her pussy he held still until he felt her ass adjust to the intruder and she stopped screaming and started to moan. He slowly fucked her ass until she started to meet his thrust with her own. She was moaning in rhythm with his thrust and she could feel the pleasure building in her body as another orgasm was building. He was thrusting harder and faster as he reached around to work on her clit with his fingers. Traci screamed and slammed her ass on his cock driving him deeper in her ass while she squirted juices down her leg onto the ground. He could not hold his cum any longer he shot his cum deep in her bowels. Traci felt the hot cum on the walls of her colon and had another squirting orgasm. He lay own her back with his cock deep in her ass until he started to go limp and pulled out releasing his cum from her ass letting it run down her ass across her twitching pussy to the ground. He stood and untied the rope hold her hips up. He moved around in front of her and grabbed her hair pulling her painfully to her knees with her legs still tied wide apart. He took the ball gag from her mouth. As she was working her jaws to get the feeling back he pulled the cloths pins off her nipples letting the blood rush back into her nipples causing hot pain. Traci screamed with the pain in her nipples and he shoved his semi hard cock in her mouth. He pulled her head down on his cock by her hair until his cock was deep in her throat, her knows against his pubic bone and her chin touching his balls. He held her there gagging until tears ran from her eyes. When she struggled and her eyes were bulging and begging him for air he let her off his cock to get another breath of air. He pulled her face to his cock but she refused to open her mouth. Reaching down her pinched her nipple and pulled up hard making her scream with pain. While her mouth was wide open with her scream he rammed his cock deep her mouth and face fucked her until he shot cum down her throat. He pushed her face down on the ground and untied her feet while she sobbed and her body twitching. As he walked away he told her she could call the cops if she wanted to but he had the on line profile where she said she wanted to experience a fantasy rape and he had talked to her Texas friend about her. “ I know you enjoyed what I did to you and when you want it again come for another hike dressed in short shorts and I will oblige you.” He thanked her for a great time and laughed as he walked away leaving her tied on the ground. She would have to walk back to her car tied up and naked.

Aunt Sue Part 4 Sue was a bit disappointed when her sister, Mary and brother-in-law, Bob arrived. Her sexual romps with David would have to end. The taboo experience had awakened lustful desires. She felt like she was 18 again. It didn't take long to get into "tourist" mode. Sue was having a great time in spite of not getting to play sex games with David. They toured the local landmarks, hit all the scenic sites, and visited two state parks. The few days they had together flew by. The morning before they were to return home, Mary got up early to do some last minute shopping and David went with. Bob was trying to sleep, but a ringing cell phone kept waking him up. Curious, he finally found David's phone laying on the kitchen counter. Two missed calls from his best friend Greg he noticed. "Odd that David would forget his phone", Bob thought, "He doesn't do anything without it." Bob remembered the day he bought it for David and how David carefully opened the box. Together they did the set up, wifi connection, etc. He even remembered the pass code they put in; 0,9,8,7. He pushed the buttons and the phone opened up. As he set the phone down his thumb hit the touch screen and the photos opened up. Intrigued, Bob scrolled through the various pics enjoying himself. But when a photo opened of the hole in the door to Sue's room, Bob took a sudden intense interest. Zooming in he could see Sue naked through the hole in the door. What had David been up to? Walking down the hall with phone in hand Bob knocked hard on Sue's door causing it to push open. Looking down he could see the absence of the knob and the vacant hole. "What's up?" Sue questioned as she approached the door. "I have something I have to show you." He said. "I hope you understand. I'm so embarrassed but you need to see this." "What could be so embarrassing Bob? Sue said smiling. With that question Bob showed Sue the first pic taken through the hole in the door. She was undressing and down to her bra and panties. The next pic had her topless and the third totally naked. "I'm afraid David has been spying on you." Bob said. "I am going to take care of this as soon as they get back. He is going to get it." "Now wait a minute." Sue replied. "The door knob is missing and that is my fault. I should have had it fixed. And he is still a teenager full of hormones. I understand Bob. It was an attempt to take a peek and his hormones took over." "But he didn't have to take pictures!" Bob exclaimed. "No, but all teens take pics of everything." Sue said. "And actually, I find it flattering that he would take a pic of me. Who would think he'd want to see a 40 year old naked?" "Well I know why." Bob said as he scrolled through more pics. Bob came to pics of Sue on her hands and knees, naked, with her full tits hanging down seductively. The next pic was of her ass very close to the door. Then of her bent over with her pussy right up to the hole. Bob was mesmerized. The next pic was of Sue's face close to the hole with cum dripping down her lips. ”I'm sorry Bob," Sue said putting her hand on his shoulder. "Things got out of hand." "But, but it looks like you did, did, things with him." Bob stuttered. "Please let me explain Bob." Sue consoled. "Please listen to me. Just be calm and listen." "Ok" "He is a healthy teenager doing what is normal." Sue explained. "And when I caught him peeking at me I was thrilled. He didn't know I knew he was there. I should have been angry but I have not had a man around for years. I was excited that David was interested. Can you understand that?" "I guess. I mean I get that." Bob said. "So you liked it?" "More than liked." Sue said. "I loved it. It turned me on. I felt young and exotic.. I put on a show for him and that's what you are seeing. I felt like I was a stripper giving him a lap dance or something." "But, but, this pic looks like, you know, on your lips." Bob said. "Well Bob, he pushed his penis through the hole and I didn't do anything to stop him." Sue explained. "I took advantage and that is my fault. I know better, but at that moment it just got away from me. I was living out my stripper fantasy. At the time it seemed natural." "This is going to be hard to explain to your sister." Bob said. "And what do I say to David? He's too old to spank." Sue laughed at that. "I think we don't say anything." Sue said. "That is what is best. It is our secret. David doesn't know you looked at the pics and video's. No one will ever know and that will keep the family together. Please don't tell Mary. It just won't work out if she knows." "He took video's too?" Bob asked as he scrolled through the phone. The video he focused on was of Sue sucking David's cock - but there was no door in between them. Then another teen showed up in the video and began fucking her from behind. Lots of cum shots. Loads of cum over Sue's body. Bob was speechless. "Let me explain." Sue said. "They asked me to cooperate or the pics might end up on the internet." "They blackmailed you?" Bob asked to confirm. "That sounds so sinister." Sue said. "It was innocent. Just two boys looking to get a look at a naked woman that just got out of control. Can you imagine looking through this and seeing a naked woman for the first time. Here lets close the door and see what you think." Sue closed the door and began to stroll around the room seductively. She knew he would look. She knew he was hard from watching the video. She had to convince him to not talk. Sue began a slow strip tease for her brother-in-law. When completely naked, she paraded around the room again. Sure he was watching, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled to the door. She watched her brother-in-law stare as she got closer. Her huge swaying breasts and wiggling ass were very persuasive. Sue opened her mouth and put it up to the opening. Immediately Bob's cock came pushing through and into her mouth. The flared tip was so big that it barely fit through the knob opening. But no time for comparisons. Sue took it in and sucked. Mouthing and sucking and licking the cock-head, Sue shuddered in pleasure. Bob pushed harder until Sue could hold the shaft in her fist and still have the entire flared tip in her mouth. Bob pushed harder and Sue gasped in wonder. Pulling her mouth off but continuing to stroke Bob, Sue said, "Can you just imagine how David felt? Can you feel how I feel Bob? I crave male attention." With that Sue returned to her oral assault on Bob's cock-head. She wanted to tear the door down and feel him inside her. Bob was pushing faster and swelling in her mouth now. The eruption followed quickly. Sue continued to suck and lick him. Completely out of breath, Bob pulled out of the door and gasped. Sue opened the door and said, "Now you understand how this can happen." "But what about the one from behind. Who was that anyway?" Bob said. "Never mind who he was. If you must know he's David's friend, a neighbor, and I know him too." Sue explained. "Things just happen. It's OK. You have to trust me." "But some of that is no accident!" Bob exclaimed. Sue then got down on her hands and knees. She crawled so that her ass faced Bob and jiggled her rear end. "Now can you imagine watching me suck your friend's cock. What would you do?" With that Bob got on his knees behind her and slid his cock into her wet pussy. And it felt good. Bob fucked her like a teenager. His long, thick cock was tight inside his sister-in-law. Sue twerked her ass as Bob pumped. His cock felt bigger on each thrust. Pulling out suddenly, Bob flipped Sue over to her back and drove his cock into her again. Her legs locked behind Bob and their bodies slapped together lewdly. "This is how it happens every time." Sue said. "Please don't tell." Bob continued fucking her. Groaning and slobbering like an animal. Sue knew he couldn't talk now. She just took pleasure in being fucked by her biggest cock ever. Bob pulled out again. This time he climbed on her higher and slid his cock between her double D's. Sue pushed her tits around his cock as he fucked. Her tongue lapped at the tip as his thrusts extended. Cum shot out covering her face. "Lick it!" Bob commanded. "Your sister never swallows it! Suck it all Sue, suck it!" Sue was never happier to be obedient. Bob got up standing over her, grabbed David's cell phone and took a pic. "What the hell was that about?" Sue wondered. But satisfied and relieved, she laid back with a smile. Her face still covered in cum. Bob walked out of the room picking his clothes off the floor.

That night was a turning point for me. I don’t know what came over me. Sure my husband and I were no longer having the amazing sex we used to, and the amount of sex was still steadily dwindling. I suppose I’m to blame really. I still hadn’t dropped the baby weight and it’d been 6mths, not to mention my hormones were just beginning to balance out after the birth of our youngest. Honestly there’s no excuse in the world to justify what I did…. But I refuse to regret it now, not after all it revealed in the end. I was going out with a few girlfriends that night. A local bar, a hole in the wall really. Not feeling in the best of spirits I chose to roll a joint to smoke prior. This wasn’t normal behavior for me. Heck the only reason I had the pot was because I’d bought some for my mother (that’s a whole other story). The weed had kicked in by the time I reached the bar. I quickly began drinking to cover my ass if my friends began to question my state. After a couple drinks I spotted him. He was older, maybe by 20yrs, which would put him in his mid-40s. He still looked good. Not that I planned to do anything…. No harm in looking though. Another drink or two passed, enjoying the company of my friends. The mix of weed and booze were doing a damn good job of loosening me up. Mr. older man and I locked eyes a few times, nothing too flirtatious just a glance here or there. I excused myself before I could finish another drink; I was in desperate need of a piss. The jukebox called my name as I headed back to my friends. I paused to deposit a few bucks and pick out a couple of my favs. His hot breath on my ear as he leaned in behind me and whispered “you want to come back to my place?”. A familiar tingle shot between my legs. Before allowing the whispers of sanity to sink in I spoke a simple “yes”. He said he’d meet me outside in 20mins. Making my way back to my friends I wondered what I would tell them. We were all friends, my husband and I, along with them and their spouses. I couldn’t let them suspect anything. “I think I drank too much. I’m gonna call it a night and head home.” I lied out my ass. “You need one of us to drive you?” “You ok girl?” “You ok to drive?” They all asked at once. “No no I’m fine…. Just a headache… Y’all have fun.” Once again lying to my friends. They told me to be safe and hugged me goodbye. Finally I walked out of the bar into the cool night air, just what I was getting myself into I wasn’t sure. Following him to his place I started to feel a panic. No it was more than a panic. I was already feeling tinges of guilt, I was terrified, yet there was also need and excitement mixed in. I hadn’t felt wanted like this in so long! Walking toward the front door I thought “this is it, you can still turn around and leave, no harm done” but then he turned to look at me with a wicked smile on his face, pushed open the door and ushered me in. When I heard the lock click I felt a sudden wave of nausea. My whole body shook lightly, standing there in this stranger’s living room. He didn’t say much. We both knew we weren’t there for small talk. He walked to a nearby desk and pulled a bag from the drawer. He began forming lines. He snorted one line then another. Looking back at me he asked “you want some?”. Besides the joint earlier, I hadn’t done drugs (especially hard drugs) in many many years. Without thinking further I said “sure”. He handed me the rolled up bill. I snorted half a line in my right nostril, then the other half with my left. My sinuses were on fire. He snorted two more lines and handed the bill back to me once again. I was barely able to finish my second line. The taste in the back of my throat nearly making me gag. He offered me a soda which I gladly accepted. I took a few sips, feeling more at ease with the drugs seeping into my system. He wasted no more time and took me in his arms and began kissing me hard. Without warning his tongue was probing my mouth. Clothes were coming off quickly, thanks in large part to him. I was practically paralyzed in shock of what I was allowing to happen. Now completely naked, I felt his hands roam my body. My hands followed suit and I found myself touching him as he was touching me. The drugs were really hitting me; it was becoming hard to focus. Next thing I knew I was on my knees with his hard cock down my throat. I sucked like there was no tomorrow. He grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my mouth till he shot his first load deep down my throat. I continued sucking till I was sure I’d drained him. He then sat me on the couch and knelt between my legs. His hands ran up my thighs, over my tummy, on up to my large breasts. He squeezed them while taking turns flicking first one nipple then the other. His hands remained on my breasts as his head traveled down to my pussy. My nails dug into his back as he licked and sucked me to orgasm. I moaned out loud as I shook with pleasure. Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, he quickly wrapped his arms under my legs bringing my ass to the edge. In one thrust his hard rod slid deep inside my soaking wet pussy. I grasped the fabric of the couch as he pounded me like an animal. Both of us grunting, moaning, screaming, and spewing every curse word imaginable. After some time he stood, panting and pouring sweat. Instinctively I turned and positioned my knees near the edge with my ass high in the air. He took ahold of my hips and plunged back down deep in my cunt. My hands clung to the back of the couch as he fucked me into a fog. I was screaming out so loud my throat hurt and my mouth was dry. He slowed down to catch his breath. I took the opportunity and reached back to wrap my fingers around his cock to position the head at the entrance of my ass. He pushed the head in without much effort. I was no stranger to anal sex. Reaching for my tits, he began twisting and pulling my nipples as he steadily inserted his cock into my bowels. Once he was balls deep he retracted half way then proceeded to slowly fuck my ass. “Harder! Fuck my ass harder!” It must have been the drugs talking. He gladly obliged my demand. His hands returned to my hips as he started ramming my ass hard & deep. One hand slid from my hip to play with my clit. I was holding onto the couch for dear life as my second orgasm hit. “Oh my fucking God!!!!” His body tensed along with mine as he unloaded in my ass. We were both spent for the time being and thus collapsed on the couch. My heart was pounding so hard I feared what kind of affect the mix of drugs and booze was having on my body. I was radiating heat and sweating profusely. I closed my eyes trying to regain control of my body. When my eyes opened he was handing me a wet hand towel to clean myself with. That cold wet rag felt amazing on my clammy skin. Meanwhile he went back to the table and snorted another two lines. This time he didn’t bother to ask if I wanted any, he just handed me the rolled up bill. “Fine” I thought “just one more line.” His hands were all over me before I could finish the line. His mouth assaulted mine as his hands grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me up. We continued kissing as he walked us back to the couch. He sat down and I quickly got the hint. I held his tool and guided it into me. There was no going slow. This was all animal lust. My hands rested on his knees as I leaned slightly back and road him hard and fast. One thumb rubbed on my clit and the other my left nipple as his mouth found my right nipple. It didn’t take long before I was approaching yet another orgasm. He wrapped his arms around me holding me as my whole body convulsed for what seemed like forever. Once it subsided I collapsed onto his chest. He rolled me over until I was pinned between him and the couch. He captured my wrists holding them above my head, plunged his tongue down my throat, and began his assault on my pussy. He ground his pelvis into mine harder and harder. After some time I felt him tense up, I knew it was coming soon. Sure enough a few more thrusts and I could feel his hot cum coating me from the inside. He stayed on top of me for a few moments catching his breath. We unceremoniously cleaned ourselves, got dressed, he gave me his number, kissed me goodbye, and then walked me out. It all sank in as I drove home. By the time I reached my house I felt beyond sick. As soon as I got out of my car I couldn’t hold back the vomit any longer. I puked till there was nothing left. Then I crept quietly into my home. Walking past the room my husband and I share I could see him there sleeping, unaware of what his wife had been up to. I showered immediately. I couldn’t stand any traces of the stranger on me. I dressed in sweats. I couldn’t bring myself to get in bed next to my trusting husband. Instead I sat in the rocking chair on the front porch. I chain smoked my way to sunrise, until my husband came looking for me. “What’s wrong? Why are you out here?” he asked concerned. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was cry…. Again. I thought I had no tears left but I was wrong. “Baby what’s wrong? What time did you get in? How long have you been out here?” he reached out to hold me but I pushed him away. “Oh god baby you’re freezing! Tell me what’s wrong!” I was crying harder and shaking my head “no”. “Did something happen last night I should know about? When I couldn’t get ahold of you I tried your friends and they said you had left well before them…. Where were you?? Talk to me, you’re freaking me out!!!” He sounded almost panicked. “I …. I …. I’m …. Sorry …. “ It was barely a whisper. “Sorry for what? You are scaring me baby!” Tears were forming in his eyes now. “Please tell me!” I could tell he was trying to stay calm. “I …. Can’t… I’m so …. So sorry …. “ I was blubbering between sobs. “Did you do something last night?” I could tell he didn’t want to ask, part of him probably didn’t want to know. All I could do was cry and shake my head “yes”. He took a deep breath, pausing and preparing himself for his next question. “Did you sleep with someone?” His voice was shaking and tears rolled down his perfect face. I shook my head “yes” and just repeated “I’m so sorry!” My eyes were like fountains. What he did next surprised me. He held me tight, rubbing my back, comforting me. “It’s all gonna be ok. We’ll get through this I promise. I love you baby.” My brain was so confused by this. I was relieved, but this made no sense. He should be angry. He should be yelling. Call it women’s intuition if you will, but I just knew something was off…. How right I turned out to be…. To be continued.

The Adventures of Ann: This Adventure is Titled Boats and Snakes The names in my story are not real to protect the innocent as well as the guilty parties involved. Hello, my name is Ann and I would love to share some of my adventures with everyone. I am a very happily married 56-year-old woman. It took me three marriages before I truly found happiness as well as pleasure. I will be sharing with you just what I had to endure and face until I found my happiness. I have been married to my current husband Jack for 36 years now. I love him with my heart and soul. He is my lover as well as my best friend. I am his little slut as well and I would not have it any other way. He made me what I am today. I will start with my telling a story about some very recent fun which just happened last weekend. This will give you an idea of just how much of a slut I have become. Then in my later stories I will tell of my life and how unfulfilled it was until now as well of my recent fun times.. There will be some hardship for others and me along the way however that is how life is sometimes. I will also share pictures of my fun if we had the camera along with us. I cannot post them here but you can email me at [email protected] if you would like to see them. We have a boat that we keep docked at a local lake. We both love and enjoy our time spent at the lake. We love to fish and when the fish are not biting, we have other fun in the back bays. I also love to give other angler a little show sometimes when they pass our boat. I usually fish in a swimsuit as well as to fish topless. I never used to expose myself until I meet my husband. He loves me to dress sexy and to show just what I have. I found out in time I enjoyed it as well. I love other men and women checking my goods out when I show them. I am bisexual so I enjoy the women as well. My story starts on Thursday afternoon. It was a warm day in June I had just finished some housework when I decided I would lay out in the sun. I had started my tan back during the spring by going to the indoor tanning booth. I already have a deep dark tan but I like to give it some regular sun as well. I went to our bedroom where I took off all my clothes. I checked myself out in the mirror. I have medium length hair and I am a brown-haired woman, sometimes it is curly and sometimes I just spike it. Today it was rather just flat, as I was not going anywhere so I did not do it. I am about 5’3” my weight is average as a woman does reveal her true weight. I stared into the mirror at my 40 c breasts. They hung nicely on my chest not as perky as they used to be however, I have not had any complaints about them. My eyes roamed down my body noticing that I could stand to tone up my midsection just a little, which I have begun to work at. My eyes fell upon my hairy bushy pussy. Black curly hair filled the front of my mound as well as at the sides of my pussy. I spread my legs a little letting my pussy lips roll out from between my legs. I wet my finger then rubbed it lightly between my hanging pussy lips. They shined in the mirror with my spit on them. I slipped my finger up inside my pussy and started to run it in and out of it. My big boobs bounced slightly as I fingered my pussy. I added two more fingers to my pussy and I went to town shoving them in and out as fast as I could. I was soon squirting juices from my pussy. My juices flowed freely as they splashed against the mirror and ran down both of my thighs. I brought my wet fingers up to my mouth where I licked at the juices on them. I sucked them into my mouth cleaning my own juices from them. I looked into the mirror as I sucked my fingers clean. My thighs were still wet with juices, which I rubbed back into my pussy. As I did this, I thought what a dirty little slut I am. I grabbed my tanning lotion and squirted it onto my tits. I rubbed it into both of them causing my nipples to grow hard as I did. I pinched and pulled at my nipples when they were at their hardest. I felt my pussy begin to twitch and I thought I had better stop before I never make it out into the sun. I finished applying the lotion before I slipped into my one-piece black swimsuit. It is very low cut and my boobs never really stay inside. My slippery wet boobs rubbed together as they fell from my suit as I made my way out back. We have a huge back yard with an enclosed patio at one side to keep the neighbors eye from seeing the fun we have sometimes on our patio. We have chairs, a grill and a built in hot tub on our patio. I grabbed a lounging chair and I laid almost flat in it on my back, which gave me a view of our back yard. I slipped my sunglasses down and pulled my swim top to the side of my boobs exposing them to the sun. I turned the radio on and closed my eyes as I soaked up the sun light. I fell asleep as I lie there in the lounging chair. I awoke to the sound of a lawnmower. I opened my eyes to find that the lawn company my husband had hired was here cutting the grass. I saw that it was not Fred, the regular landscaper. He is in his fifties or so and the person cutting our backyard looked to be around eighteen or nineteen at the most. I also noticed that the boy was paying more attention to my tits than mowing the yard. My sunglasses are very dark and I did not move as I watched him. He mowed right up past me staring down at my tits. On his next pass, I opened my legs a little before he got up to me. My hair around my pussy had to be showing out each side of my crotch. The young man’s stare went from my tits to between my legs. He took his hand and he rubbed at the front of the shorts he had worn. I gave myself a little smile knowing that he was enjoying the show. His back was to me as he mowed away from me so I reached down and I moved the crotch of my swimsuit to the side a bit further. One of my pussy lips fell from the suit. The young man came up toward the patio and before he got to there, he stopped and stared at my exposed pussy lip. The young man was rubbing wildly at the front of his short as he stood there with his mouth hanging open. The bulge in his shorts had grown nicely from when he had first started to check me out as he mowed. I moved slightly and he went back to pushing the mower toward our patio. I sat up and smiled at him as I removed my sunglasses. He smiled back as he stared at my exposed hanging tits. As he went back to mowing, I ran inside where I grabbed two beers from the icebox. I returned to the patio just as he was making his way up to it once more. I held up the bottle of beer to him and motioned for him to join me. He turned the mower off and joined me on the patio. “Looks like you could use something cold to drink,” I said as I handed him one of the beers. “My name is Ann, and have a sit,” I added as he took the beer. “I am Jason,” he replied sitting down in a chair. “I am helping my dad with his lawn care for the summer before I go off to college this fall,” he added never taking his eyes from my tits, which were still hanging from my swimsuit. “I tucked the girls back into my suit as I said, “Sorry about that they have a mind of their own,” as I smiled at him. “Sorry about staring but those are very nice,” Jason replied turning a little red in his face. I smiled at him as I replied, “I am sure you have seen better ones on your girlfriends.” Jason shook his head no, as he said, “None of them have as big of ones as those.” I reached in and pulled both my tits from my suit as I asked, “Are you sure none of them were this big?” Jason just stared at my exposed hanging tits with his mouth hanging open. I took my beer bottle and I ran it between my tits as if it was a cock and my tits were fucking it. I moved the cold bottle to my nipples where I ran it across my nipples. The cold bottle caused my nipples to double in size as he looked at them. “You may touch them if you like,” I said to him as I removed the beer from them. Jason jumped up and his hands were all over both of them. He stood at the side of my chair feeling my tits up with his hands. He squeezed them and ran his fingers around my hard nipples. I told him to pull on my nipples and he did as I had told him. His crotch was right at eye level as he played with my tits. I reached out and cupped his hard cock through his shorts. Jason moaned a little as I squeezed at his cock then started to pump at it through his shorts. His hands fell from my tits as I pulled his shorts down exposing his hard throbbing cock. It was of average size maybe six inches. I saw that a massive amount of pre-cum was oozing from the head of his cock. I could not help myself as my mouth took the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked at all the pre-cum as it oozed into my mouth. I took one of my hands and I wrapped it around the rest of his cock. I started to pump at his cock as I sucked on the head of it. Jason moaned and rocked his body toward my mouth. I started to work my mouth down his cock when suddenly his cock twitched then jerked in my hand. “AHhhhhhh,” Jason moaned loudly. His cock fired a powerful blast of cum into my mouth. It caught me by surprise and I choked slightly as cum fired deeply into my throat. I removed my mouth as I pumped at his cock with my hand. His cock jerked again as cum shot from his cock. His cum splashed onto my exposed tits. I pumped at his cock until it spit no more cum from it. I licked and sucked what little bit was left on the head of his cock. After I had cleaned cum from his dick head, I left go of his cock and looked up to him from my lounge chair. I wiped some of his cum from my lips as I thought damn that only took a few minutes and wondered if I really was that good. “Sorry about that, but this is my first time,” Jason said shyly looking at me. “You never been with a woman before?” I asked him. “I have been with girls my age but I always cum as soon as they touched my cock,” Jason replied nervously but still staring at my exposed tits. I stood up from my lounge chair and I grabbed his hand as I said, “Let’s see if we can work on that,” as I led him inside and to our bedroom. I pushed him back onto the bed and then pulled his shorts the rest of the way off him. He lies there staring at me in just his tank top and his sneakers. I noticed that his young cock was starting to grow hard once again as I climbed onto the bed. I got onto my knees next to his face and I hung my big tits down into his face. I ran them over his face then shook them at his face. Jason stuck his tongue out and I ran one nipple then the other across his tongue. He opened his mouth and I dropped my boob down on it. Jason went to suck on my tit. I love to have my tits sucked on and I really love it when you are a little rough with them. Jason did not start with a gentle sucking; he was sucking it hard as I pulled my tit away from his mouth just enough to feel his suction pulling at my nipple. My hands went to his head as I moaned, “Show me some teeth.” Jason closed his mouth and he actually bites my nipple, as I yelled, “Gently don’t bite it off.” However, when I felt his bite at my nipple my pussy gushed with juices. I reached down and rubbed at my pussy through my swimsuit. The crotch of it was soaking wet with my juices. Jason soon got the hang of it as his teeth gnawed at my nipple. I slipped a couple fingers up inside my pussy pushing my suit to the side. I buried them into my pussy before I started to run them in and out of it. I popped my one tit from his mouth and popped the other into his mouth. Jason did the same to it chewing at it as I fingered fucked my pussy. “AHHHhh,” I moaned loudly as my thighs shook. An orgasm came over me and my pussy juices coated my two fingers. I twirled them then pulled them from my pussy. They were wet and shiny with my juices. I popped my tit from his mouth and wiped my fingers across his lips. “Taste my juices,” I said to him as I did. Jason licked then sucked at my fingers getting all my wetness from them. I looked to his cock to see that it was hard and dancing with pre-cum seeping from the head of his cock. I pulled my fingers from his mouth as I got off the bed. I slipped out of my swimsuit slowly as Jason watched me intently. I told him to play with his cock as I slowly worked my suit from my body. His hand went to his cock and he started to pull at it. I pulled my suit down to just where you could see the start of my hairy pussy. I teased him a bit before I pulled it down over my pussy and off my body. I tossed it to the corner, as I stood there naked in front of Jason. I cupped my breasts with both my hands as I smiled at him. I rubbed my hands over my tits feeling them up as I did. I reached my hand under one as I brought my tit near my mouth I stuck my tongue out as I slowly licked at my hard nipple. Jason’s hand was going a mile an minute on his cock as he pulled at it. I told him to slow down and to save it for me. His hand went to just rubbing at his cock as I teased him some more playing, licking and sucking on my tits. I dropped my tits from my hands as I lifted and placed one leg up onto the bed. I made sure he had a good view of my hanging pussy between my legs as I did. I pulled at my hanging pussy lips pulling them apart showing him how they stretched out from my hairy pussy. I left go of my lips as they smacked back together dripping with my juices. I ran my fingers between my pussy’s lips once then climbed back onto the bed. I climbed on top of Jason as I pushed his hand from his cock. I straddled his chest them straddled his face. I placed my hairy pussy onto his face. “Lick my pussy,” I said as I sat down onto his face. His tongue licked wildly at my pussy lips then his tongue parted them. I started to rock on his face as he buried his tongue up inside of my pussy. This kid had a long fat tongue and it felt good as he probed the depths of my pussy. In mere minutes I moaned, “AHhhhhh shit.” My pussy contracted and my clit swelled. A powerful wet orgasm came over me. My pussy opened and squirted deeply into his mouth before I lifted up from his face. My juices gushed again coating his whole face with my juices. I scrambled my pussy down from his face as I straddled his midsection. I went from my knees into a squatting position above his hard cock. I reached down between my legs taking his cock into my hand. I placed it at the opening of my pussy. I squatted down onto his cock taking it all up into my pussy. His cock slipped deeply into my hole as I did. I went back to being on my knees as I started to ride his cock. I looked to his face, which shined with my juices. I lowered my face to his as I kissed and licked at his face. I rocked on his cock as I kissed at his face. For someone who had ever had sex before Jason was soon pumping his cock upward as I rode him. I was slamming my pussy down onto his cock and my juices were flowing down his cock and my thighs as I did. “Grab my ass and pull my butt cheeks apart,” I screamed at Jason. Jason’s hands went to my butt and he pulled them apart each time I slammed my pussy down onto his cock. I love having my ass pulled apart as I ride a cock. I think it is because it makes my asshole wink and makes me to want to take a cock in my ass. This was what I was thinking about letting him do to me. Suddenly Jason screamed out, “AHhhhhhh ANN.” I felt his cock twitched then jerked as I slammed my pussy down on his cock and I left it there. I felt his cock swell then jerk again as it shot cum deeply up into my pussy. I gently rocked on his cock as I watched his eyes go close and his face making cute little expressions as cum filled my pussy. I felt his cock growing soft so I slipped from him. As I rolled off him cum ran from my pussy that his cock had shot up into me. It ran and dripped from my pussy as I got off the bed. I went into the bathroom and returned with a towel. I wiped cum from between my legs and on my thighs. I went to Jason who lies sweating in our bed. I wiped the mixture of my juices and his from his cock and gave it a little lick as well. His cock gave a little jerk as my tongue ran across it. I patted it with my hand as I said, “Save it for the next time, my husband will be home shortly.” Jason jumped from the bed in a hurry. He grabbed his shorts and slipped them back on over his cock almost falling over himself as he did. I told him to slow down he had plenty of time. When he was dressed, again he stood there staring at my naked body and me. I smiled at him as I asked, “Is something on your mind?” Jason asked, “When you said next time did you mean it?” “Yes, that is if you want too,” I replied. Jason smiled as he replied, “Ann if you were not already married I would ask you to marry me.” “Go finish your yard work,” I replied with a little laugh as well as turning a little red in my face. I was still blushing as I walked him out back and returned into the house myself. I went straight to the bathroom and turned the shower on before I looked at myself in the mirror. I stood there thinking how Jason’s remark was probably one of the sweetest I have ever gotten. I looked at myself in the mirror. I thought how nice it felt to know that an teenager thought I was sexy enough and hot enough for him to tell me he would marry me. I took a long relaxing warm shower feeling good about myself. I walked from the shower into our bedroom to find Jack standing there looking at the mess in our bed. There were wet spots from both my juices and Jason’s sperm. Jack had the still wet sticky towel in his hand as he turned to me. I stood there just staring at him. Jack smiled as he asked, “Just who was the lucky SOB that had fun while I was hard at work today?” I smiled back at him as I replied, “The lawn guy.” Jack gave me a funny look as he asked, “Isn't he a little older for your taste?” “Not him his son,” I replied as I went to him. I rubbed at his cock as I added, “Let me tell you all about it.” We both had to jump into the shower once I had finished telling him of my fun today. Jack also made sure I got that butt fucking I had wanted to do with Jason as well. He even pounded my asshole a little harder than normal as he told me I should have called him at work before I played. That is one of the rules Jack has for me. I am suppose to tell him when I am about to have fun and with whom. Jack tells me it is more for my safety however; I know it is so he knows who to go look for if something was to happen to me. Jack is a special man in that he loves me so much. He will give me anything I ask for or I ever wanted. He is a strong, big, muscular man who is really just a big teddy bear unless you piss him off. Jack is ex military, he was in law enforcement when I met him and he runs his own security service now in which he does bodyguard work, private detective work as well as being a diamond courier. Jack has spent some time in Iraq through the years on security details for companies as well. I hated that part of his job the most because I always feared I would lose him over there. Jack is also very good at his job and the men that work for him all respect him as well as I do. His only other rule for me is no play with his employees. Which went both ways as he has some lovely women that work with him as well? I have a problem with jack being with another woman. It was not always like that but now it is and you will learn why in future stories. That was an adventure I had on Thursday and my adventure for the weekend began with a phone call Friday night. The husband and I were out having dinner when his cell phone rang. He told me it was his friend Chris before he answered it. He talked to him while I flirted with a man in his thirties sitting near us. The man had been eying me up from the time we sat down at our table. He was with a girl whom I did not know whether she was his wife or his girlfriend. She was a plain woman as I once was. I had worn a very low cut tank top that showed off my 40 c boobs rather well. His eyes like most men went straight to my tits as we walked by him. I gave him a little smile as I sat down at the table. I sat where he had a straight view of me as well as of my big tits. The man was not discreet about staring at my tits as we sat there. I would lean forward from time to time giving him a better view. The woman with him was not thrilled when she realized he was paying more attention to me than to her. However, I saw she was checking out my tits as well and she had even smiled at me. Now normally I do not tease a couple unless I know they enjoy it as well. These two seemed to be OK with it so I continued my tease as Jack talked to Chris. The reason I do not like to tease a couple is that I do not want to become the reason of their break up or of their falling apart. I am a woman who knows the heartache when another woman comes into your husband’s life. As I stated before there has been some bumps in my road to my happiness. I do not want to be the cause of others bumps in their life. However, the woman and man seemed to enjoy looking at me and they were smiling and talking to each other as they did so I believed they were happy with what I was doing. I dropped my fork to the floor and I bent down to pick it up from the floor. I knew in doing so they both would get a full view of my tits hanging from my tank top. I gave my tit’s a little shaking as I reached down then looked up to them. They both were staring intently at me but not at the smile, I had on my face. When I sat back up their smiles grew bigger. My husband eyes across from me grew as well. His eyes focused on my boobs as well. I glanced down to my tits to see that the girls had fallen from my tank top. I was sitting there with my tits fully exposed. I smiled at the couple across from us as I slipped the girls away. Jack finished his phone talk as he said, “The girls got away from you I see.” “Yes this tank top does not hold them in well,” I replied with a smile. “What did Chris want?” I asked Jack. “He is free this weekend and he wanted to know if I was going to the lake to do some fishing,” Jack replied. “I told him he was welcomed to come with me if he wanted too,” Jack added. “Oh I see so I have to stay at home this weekend,” I said rather sadly. “I did not say that,” Jack replied. “You are welcomed to join us as the boat fits three nicely,” he added. “I promise you both will not regret taking me along,” I said taking his hand into mine. Jack smiled as he replied, “I just bet we won’t.” Chris and Jack have been friends for many years. They hunt and fish together all the time. I never really teased Chris that much as he was happily married and I was friends with his wife as well. His wife once told me he was a very good lover and he knew how to use the eight inches of cock between his legs. However, she was not into sharing him with anyone so I left it at that. Chris and his wife got divorced earlier this spring. He was very unhappy about it and it took him a while to get over it. I felt sorry for him as it was due to his wife being unfaithful to him that brought about the divorce. I have never been truly unfaithful to my husband as we have an understanding between us. We both used to allow each other to have fun with someone else as long as the other knows about it. However, Jack stopped having fun with other women years ago due to me having problems dealing with it, which I will get into during another story. I told Jack I had to go to the bathroom and excused myself from our table. I went into the restroom and I entered the stall closing the door behind me. I pulled down my jeans and then my panties. My panties were wet from my juices, as I had gotten a little horny teasing at our table. I rubbed my fingers through my hairy pussy coating them with my juices. I slipped my fingers into my mouth as my pee started to trickle from my pussy. I sucked at my fingers as my pee turned into a full torrent. I slipped my fingers from my mouth and stuck them down between my legs. My warm pee splashed against them as I rubbed at my pussy. My pee turned to but a trickle as I brought my wet fingers back to my mouth. I licked as my pee that dripped from my fingers. Yes, I am a girl who enjoys pee games especially pee from a woman’s pussy. I will allow special men to pee on me however; I am not really into that. I licked my fingers clean then pulled my panties and my jeans up before leaving the stall. When I got out of the stall, I noticed the woman who had been sitting across from us at the mirror. She was fixing her hair and she smiled to me in the mirror. She turned to me as she said, “You turned us both on with your little show,” as she smiled at me. “Thank you it was my pleasure,” I replied to her as I checked my own hair in the mirror. I noticed she was staring at the top of my tits that were sticking out of my tank top. I bent over giving her even a better view. When I did, I saw that her light blue jeans had a big wet spot between her legs. I turned to her and I looked to her crotch. “Looks like you enjoyed it quite well,” I said pointing to her pussy. “My husband was rubbing my pussy and I came in my jeans,” She replied smiling at me. My eyes looked into hers as our eyes met. The next thing I knew our lips were touching as we kissed each other fully on our lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as my hand went between her legs. I rubbed my hand through her wetness as she broke our kiss. The woman moved her lips to the tops of my breast were she started to kiss and lick at them. She slipped her hand into my tank top and she scooped a tit from it. As her tongue licked at my nipple, an old ugly woman walked in on us. “Get a fucking room you tramps,” she said as she went into a nearby stall. The woman and I busted up laughing and we walked from the restroom. She went to her table and I went back to ours. I was explaining to Jack what just had happened when the woman walked over to us. She handed me a piece of paper. “Here’s my phone number call me sometime I would love to talk,” the woman said smiling at me before her and the man she was with walked out the restaurant. Jack shook his head, as he said, “I just can’t take you anywhere,” giving a little laugh as he did. Jack and I went to an early show then back home where we climbed into bed. We made love as only the two of us can. We have sex with other but the sex between us is making love. No matter how many men I have had sex with not one of them makes me feel as Jack does. Sure, some of them have given me great sex and a few have been lousy in bed. However, none of them makes my toes curl as Jack can. As we lie in bed, my hand drifted down to his cock. Jack has a lovely cock even in the older stages of his life. During the prime of his life, his cock never went soft. His cock is about 7 ¾ inches when fully hard. When he was younger I could get it to stretch to nine however he lost an inch or so to age or maybe I worn it off him. My hand brushed against his cock then I took it into my hand. His cock started to get hard as I moved my hand back and forth on it. I kissed at the nipples on his chest as I pumped his cock with my hand. His cock grew hard and started to throb in my hand. I looked up to him as I asked, “Is it OK to tease Chris at the lake tomorrow?” “No,” Jack replied. He smiled as he added, “I was thinking more like you just fuck the hell out of him.” Jack’s cock throbbed in my hand as I replied, “I would like to do that.” I pulled the sheets from Jack as I slipped down between his legs. I was on my knees and my elbows between his legs. I pumped at his cock with my hand as my tongue licked across the head of his cock. I took the head of his cock into my mouth sucking on it. I started to work my mouth further down around his cock. I had about half of it in my mouth when I started to bob my head up and down on his cock. I moved my hands to his balls and rolled them in my hands as I sucked more of his cock into my mouth. I kept bobbing my head up and down his cock working my mouth down further each time my head went downward. I did this until my lips were at the base of his cock. I stopped with his cock fully in my mouth. I moved my tongue around the inside of my mouth against his cock. “AHhhhhh,” Jack moaned as I sucked deeply at his cock. I used my tongue as I sucked deeply at his cock. I slowly started to move my mouth back up his cock. I was sucking hard on it as I did. The head of his cock slipped from my mouth with a popping sound. His pre- cum started to ooze from his cock. I toyed with his pre-cum on his dickhead. I twirled my tongue in it tasting it before I kissed at the head of his cock taking the pre-cum onto my lips. I pulled from his cock as the pre-cum trailed from his cock to my mouth. I pulled back until the string broke and snapped back to my lips. I stroked his cock with my hand as I ran my tongue around my lips removing the pre-cum from them. I smiled at Jack as I climbed over top of his cock. I squatted above his cock, which I took into my hand. I rubbed it at my wet pussy a few times. I slipped his head up into my pussy as I slowly lowered my pussy onto his hard cock. While still squatting over him I started to bounce on his cock. My big tits bounced freely as I did. Jack’s eyes were on my tits as they bounce in front of his face. He reached both hands up to my tits taking one in each hand. His fingers wrapped around my tits as his thumbs went to my nipples. “AHhhhh Shit,” I moaned out as his thumbs twirled at my nipples. I slammed my pussy down onto his cock as I fell to my knees. I started to rock back and forth on his cock as fast as I could. My nipples grew hard as his thumbs played against them. I felt my pussy contracting as my first orgasm came over me. “AHhhh Jack,” I moaned loudly as my pussy juices flowed around his cock. I started to move up and down his cock as my juices flowed from my pussy. I knew if I were to look at his cock, it would be soaked with my juices. Jack removed his hand from my tits as I fell forward. My tits were now hanging in his face as I rode up and down on his cock. Our bedroom filled with wet sounds as my pussy slipped up and down his cock. Jack took one tit then the other into his mouth as he sucked at each of my nipples. His hands went back around both my boobs as he smashed them together. He took both my nipples into his mouth. I felt my pussy twitching again as he sucked at both my nipples at the same time. His sucking at my nipples made me think about how fun it was when my tits were full of milk during and after I was pregnant with our first and only child. A lovely daughter who will also play a role in my stories. Jack started to bite lightly at my nipples. “AHhhhhhhh,” I moaned as another orgasm raced through my body. I slammed my pussy back down onto his cock and rocked lightly on it. Jack released my tits and removed his mouth as I finished my second orgasm on his cock. I arose from his cock and went to beside him on my hands and knees with my butt and pussy toward his face. I looked at his cock. It was slimy with my juices. I took it into my hand as my mouth closed around the head of his cock. I sucked and licked at the head as his finger toyed with my pussy. I ran my tongue up and down his cock tasting my juices from it. I pulled my face from his cock as I said, “Take me from behind.” Jack scooted up, he got behind me as my hands, and face went down into the bed. He rubbed his cock at my hairy wet pussy for a second then slipped it up inside of me. He started out with slow deep strokes as he increased slowly the speed at which he was fucking me from behind. Soon he was slamming his cock into my pussy as his balls swung upward against my clit. My pussy sucked at his cock as I felt his big hanging balls slamming into my clit. Another wet orgasm came over me as he slammed his cock to my pussy. “AHHHhhh Fuck,” I screamed out as his cock slipped from my pussy. His cock was wet and slippery from all my juices. It had slipped from my pussy when he had drawn back to far. I backed my pussy toward his cock as he thrust forward with his cock. His dickhead slammed against my asshole. “AHHhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned as his cock buried itself deeply up my ass. Jack started to pull his cock from my ass as he said, “Opps sorry about that.” “NO leave it there and fuck my ass,” I screamed out as I worked my butt back toward his cock. I am an three hole girl thanks to Jack. He showed me just how enjoyable anal sex could be. I had tried it with my other husbands either however, they were to rough or it was over before I could enjoy it. Jack’s hands went to my hips as he eased his cock deep into my asshole. He held it there until I started to rock my butt on it. He started out slowly moving his cock in and out of my asshole. He worked his way up to a deep and steady pace as my ass took all of his cock. I reached under myself with my hand. I rubbed and toyed with my clit as his cock fucked my ass. My clit swelled as I rubbed my fingers on it. His balls were slamming into my open wet pussy, which was dripping with my juices. Jack slammed his cock deeply into my asshole as he pulled me back to him he yelled, “Going to cum.” My fingers pinched hard at my clit as I felt his cock swell then throb in my ass. My own orgasm came over me as I felt his cock spewing his load into my ass. My pussy squirted against his balls, which only made him shoot more cum up into my ass. I pulled my ass from his cock and I spun around grabbing his cock with my hand. I pumped and pulled at it as I lowered my face to it. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked the last few drops from it. I keep my asshole clean so I do not worry about tasting my shit when I do ass to mouth with him. We both fell to the bed and I cuddled up next to him as he wrapped me in his arms. I ran my hands over his chest as I said, “You are the best and I love you.” “I love you too,” Jack replied as his lips touched mine. Jack held me as I lie with him. I rubbed his chest as I watched him fall asleep. I lie next to him thinking about just how wonderful of a life we have had together in the last 36 years. Tears of happiness filled my eyes thinking how once I never knew a man like Jack existed. I drifted to sleep thinking about the wonderful times in my life with this man and of those yet to come. The next morning the alarm went off and we arose from bed. Jack jumped into the shower and I was going to join him however if I had we both would have to shower again. I went to the kitchen and got the coffee going. I sat there in my little robe drinking coffee when Jack came into the kitchen dressed. “You better get ready Chris will be here in about ten minutes,” Jack said. “TEN MINUTES,” I yelled as I ran from the kitchen. I went into the bathroom and got the shower going. I checked my hair and thought it was good enough as the wind was just going to blow it around anyways. I jumped into the shower cleaning last night sex from myself. I even used my little enema bag to clean my ass out just in case it got lucky today there as well. I wrapped myself in a little towel and returned to the kitchen. I filled a cup with coffee and I turned to see Chris sitting with Jack at our kitchen table. I had not even noticed him when I walked into the kitchen. I looked at him as he looked at me. Chris was not looking at my face or at my tits in the towel. I looked down further on my self to see what he was looking at. The towel I had wrapped around myself did not cover my hairy pussy. My full bush was sticking from under the towel. I smiled at Chris as I said, “Good morning.” Chris smiled back as he replied, “It is a fine looking morning,” as he stared at my hairy pussy hanging from beneath my towel. I took a few sips of my coffee then told the boys to give me a few more minutes and I would be ready. I placed my coffee cup into the sink making sure the boys got a good view of my ass that was also sticking out from under my towel. “Be right with the two of you,” I said as I walked from the kitchen shaking my ass as a good slut does. I stopped when I was out of their sight and I heard Chris as he said, “Dam your wife has got my cock hard already.” “And the fun is only beginning,” Jack replied with a little laugh. I heard them high five each other as I hurried to the bedroom. I knew then that the boys must have planned all of this. I put on my black one-piece low cut swimsuit, then a tee shirt, and a pair of shorts. I slipped my sandals on and returned to the kitchen telling them I was ready. The fishing was great in the morning and by 11 that day we had 10 walleyes in our live well. Plenty to have a fish fry later tonight. The morning started out cloudy but by now the sun had came out and it was getting warm. The boys had just removed their shirts and I told them that I was going to join them as well. Chris turned to me as I stood up in the boat. I turned my back to him as I slowly pulled my shorts down off my butt and down my legs. I removed my shorts and tossed them into the bag I had with me. I bent over as I did. My swimsuit had gathered between my butt cheeks from sitting to long and when I bent over it went further up the crack of my ass. I could feel the wind blowing my pussy hair as I bent over. I looked back to Chris whose mouth was just hanging open as he stared at my ass. I reached back with my hand and pulled my swimsuit from the crack of my ass. I pulled it away from my body exposing my ass and pussy to him. A long loud wolf whistle came from Chris as I did. “Oh sorry about that I forgot you were even here,” I said with a little laugh as I turned toward him. Chris looked at me with a smile on his face as he stared at my tits. I took a hold of the tee shirt covering the top of my swimsuit. I pulled it off over my head exposing the top and inner parts of my tits to him as I did. I bent over as I grabbed the bag and stuffed my tee shirt into it. As I did, I felt my tits falling out of my swimsuit top. I looked to my tits to see them swinging back and forth to the waves around us. I grabbed the suntan lotion from the bag as I stood back up. My tits were exposed to Chris and Jack and they were both they stared at them. I sat back down and I squirted some lotion onto my hands. I then took my hands and rubbed the lotion into my tits. My nipples grew hard as I rubbed the lotion into them as well. My tits shine as if they had oil on them oil. I sat back in my seat exposing my tits to the sun. I sat that way for a few seconds before I looked to Chris as I asked, “You don’t mind if I leave the girls hang out do you? ‘’ “Not at all,” Chris replied smiling at me gawking at my big tits all oiled up in front of him. I smiled back as I replied, “You might want to check your pole instead of my tits,” as I point to his fishing pole in the rod holder. His rod was almost touching the water. He stood up and he yanked the pole back setting the hook on the fish. I was staring at the huge bulge in his shorts as he reeled in yet another walleye. It looked like a real nice one and so did the fish that he reeled into the boat. After he took it off his hook, he handed it to me. “Would you hold my fish so I could get a picture of it?” Chris asked me. I sat up in my seat with the fish in front of my tits. I did not put them away as Chris took out his camera phone. Chris clicked a few pictures then he looked to me. “Could you hold the fish a little lower so the picture will show just how big it is compared to those lovely tits you have?” Chris asked me. I did as he asked as I replied, “I guess you can tell everyone it was at least an 40 C walleye,” giving a little laugh as he clicked away with his camera phone. We added his fish to our live well and we went back to fishing again. I did not join them as I lay back getting more sun onto my tits. About a half hour later, I told Jack I had to pee. Jack took the boat back into a bay and pulled it up onto land. I stepped from the boat tucking the girls away as I stood there looking at the woods in front of me. I turned back to the boys as I gave them a look. “There are no snakes in there so go piss,” Jack said giving a little laugh shaking his head from side to side. “What if there is and one bites me on my pussy or on my ass?” I asked giving him a serious look. “Go with her Chris I will stay with the boat,” Jack replied. Chris stepped from the boat and he took my hand as he said, “I will guard that ass with my life,” as he led me into the woods. We walked a ways into the woods and Chris stopped. He then took his foot brushing a pile of leaves away from the ground. He did it until you could see only bare ground for about five foot around. He walked from the area he had cleaned and looked to me, as he said, “No snakes here,” smiling me. I walked to the center of the land he had cleared. I squatted down as Chris turned away from me. I pulled my swimsuit to the side at my crotch exposing my pussy. “Hey, how are you going to watch for snakes if you don’t watch me pee?” I asked still squatting as I did. Chris turned toward me and his eyes zeroed in onto my exposed hairy pussy. I smiled as my pee started to trickle from between my legs. It started slow then turned into a stream of piss. I pushed harder making it blast from my pussy as water does from a garden hose. You could hear my piss as it hit the ground in front of me. Chris was standing close enough that when my pee gushed out it splashed against his foot and legs as it hit the ground. He just smiled at me never moving from where he stood. I peed until it turned into a small trickle, which dripped from my hairy pussy. I looked up to Chris as I was squatted on the ground. “I thought you were watching for snakes,” I said to him smiling. Chris looked around then back to me as he replied, “I was and there are none.” I reached up to his big hard cock, which was tenting his shorts out as I asked, “What about this trouser snake here?” As I gave his, cock a quick squeeze with my hand. Chris smiled as he replied, “It is a friendly snake that does not bite.” I pulled his cock free from his shorts as I said, “Lets see if it spits,” as I moved my mouth toward his hard cock. I licked at the head with my tongue. My tongue flicked around his disk head as if it was a snakes tongue. I then took his cock into my mouth. I worked my mouth up and down on it taking more of it each time my head went down. I was squatted in front of him as I sucked at his cock. I work my mouth all the way to the base of his cock and I started to suck deeply at it. “AHHHHhh FUCK Ann,” Chris moaned out loudly. I started to pull my mouth back off his cock. As my lips reached the head of his cock, I wrapped my hand around it and started to pump on it. I was not ready for what happened next. I felt his cock swell in my hand and the head twitch in my mouth. A huge cum blast shot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with force. I gagged slightly as I removed my mouth swallowing the thick cum he had just blasted into my mouth. I pumped at his cock with my hand as I did. “AHHhhhhhhhh shit that feels good,” Chris moaned out loudly. Thick ribbons of cum spewed from his cock. The thick gooey cum splashed warmly against my face. His cum was thick and heavy as it spewed from his cock. I pumped at his cock until it fired no more cum from its head. I gave his cock a quick lick then stood up in front of him. I could feel his cum running down my face and over my lips. I used my tongue to lick at his cum near my mouth. “I suppose you don’t have a towel do you?” I asked with his cum dripping down onto my tits. “No but I have this,” Chris replied sticking his tongue out from his mouth. Chris kissed me and then he licked at his own cum running down my face. I kissed him and tasted his cum from his tongue as we French kissed. I love a man who cleans up after himself. We did this until he had cleaned my face free of his cum that he had deposited onto it. Chris broke our kiss as he said, “Sorry about that Ann it has been a long time and that load was building up for a long time.” I smiled to him as I licked my lips and I replied, “I rather enjoyed it myself just was not ready for it to happen as quickly as it did.” Chris gave a little laugh as he said. “I was a little quick on the trigger but damn woman you can suck some cock.” “You will see just what else I am good at later,” “But we have better get back to Jack before he thinks we have gotten lost,” I replied. Chris took my hand and walked me back to the boat. We found Jack in the boat still casting out for fish. I do not even think he missed us. Chris helped me into the boat and I sat down as Jack came over to me. “Well, were there any snakes?” Jack asked me. “No and I only saw one but it did not bite me,” I replied giving him a big smile. Jack smiled as his hand went to the top of my tits and he said, “I see you did not get bite but one spit upon your tits,” as he wiped his fingers into Chris’s cum still on my tit. Jack licked cum from his finger as he added, “And a tasty snake it is.” We all gave a little laugh as Chris climbed back into the boat after pushing us off the bank. Chris looked back to Jack as he started our motor. Chris told Jack thanks friend, I really needed that. “There is more to come if you like,” Jack replied smiling to Chris then to me. “I would like that and thanks Ann,” “I always had fantasies about you,” Chris said smiling at us both. “We will work on those tonight,” I replied licking my lips. That is just a little tease of some of my adventures. I will be writing more of my recent fun as well as writing about just how all of this came to be. There will be some heartache as well as dirty hot sex in my stories. There will be incest, Bi sex, interracial, pee play, pregnant sex with milky tits and doggy play as well. The reason I write is that it makes me even hornier as I type of my fun. I hope you enjoy my writing as well. I am no writer and welcome your thoughts as well as your comments. Let me know if you enjoyed my story. Ann Jack

“Blake? Blake…wake up” “What!” Blake opened my eyes to see, who was disturbing his sleep, already half knowing the answer. Once his eyes were fully open, he saw his beautiful sister, in mini skirt, and a tight shirt, covering her large breasts. He knew she had no bra on, because he could see her nipples clearly. Sabrina was his older sister by a year; she was the one who brings him all the bad reputation. She is a year older than him and three inches shorter than him, standing 5’7, with long silky dirty brown hair. She plays hockey, and basketball, and she also does cheerleading. This makes her be in top physical shape, she weighs 150 all muscle no fat. She was our schools slut; she basically had sex with every single one of the football team players, except Blake. Even though she was now changing and is trying to build her reputation up, she occasionally brings people to her bedroom. Blake on the other hand was a golden angel, who every teacher loves, every coach wants on their team, every girl wants to get their hands on. He was 6ft, 185 pounds of solid muscle, he was the team’s wide receiver and got so many touchdowns, people come to the football games just to watch him play, and already colleges were looking for him on the team. He has short black hair, green eyes, dark eyebrows, golden brown skin from being outside so much. “What do you want Sabrina?” He asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice “Get up! That’s what I want…mom told me to wake you up…” “No she didn’t…mom told you to don’t disturb me…” He said going back to sleep “Okay…sorry Blake…I am bringing someone over and I want you to stay out of the way…please…I will do anything…please” she begged, and gave her puppy-dog eyes. “Sure…anything for you big sis…when is he coming?” he said, and she immediately gave him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek “Thank you Blake…I knew I could trust you…in 10 minutes” she smiled and went out of the room and closed the door. Blake had fantasized numerous times to fuck his sister, he masturbated in the shower, bedroom, she was basically his dream girl. He got up and made my bed, used the bathroom and started looking for my I-pod. “Where is it?” he muttered, anger creeping up, he often slept with his I-pod on, and now he can’t find it. He looked underneath the bed to see if it had fell in the crack. He put his hand underneath and searched for it, instead he found a golden key, which read BR. Blake looked at the key and was about to throw it away when he remembered who gave him the key. His dad gave him the key; he gave it to him right before he died in the hospital. The reason why his parents split up was because his dad suspected that his mom was cheating on him. When he was on his death-bed, after hit by a car, he gave him the key to the basement and requested him to keep an eye out for the family. Blake was a little kid then so he kept the key hidden; now he found it. Blake immediately ran downstairs and went to the basement, nobody ever used the basement except for his dad. He slowly pushed the key and turned, and pushed the door, it swung open. Blake walked downstairs and flicked the light switch. He saw five big screens, a computer, a chair, and a remote all lined up. Blake reached for the remote and turned the screens on and immediately all the screens buzzed into action, one by one. He saw everything that went around the house; he saw his mom’s bedroom, bathroom, family room, attic, his own room, bathroom, his sister’s room and her bathroom. He saw his sister on the bed, feeling her tits, gently squeezing them. The amazing part was, these cameras were excellent, they captured every movement in color and displayed with amazing clarity. He then went to the computer and turned it on, it took a while for it to turn on and he saw there was a long list of folders. He clicked the top folder and it read out the date, he clicked again and it showed the list of bedrooms. He chose his own bedroom, and played the file. It took a moment to load and then he saw himself in his bedroom, masturbating, moaning and screaming. “Holy shit dad! This is probably the best present you ever gave me!” He clicked the latest file which was last week, and looked at Cristina’s videos, he saw men fucking her, he saw her masturbating, sleeping, he saw everything she did. Blake smiled and glanced over at the screen, he saw a guy kissing his sister Sabrina. “Sorry dude…she is mine from now on…she is my…my…slave” he grinned. He went to the computer and downloaded some videos of her masturbating and having sex into his phone and carefully shut down the computer and shut the screens off. He climbed upstairs, closed the door and carefully put the key in his room, he would make a copy of the key later. He opened Sabrina’s door and watched while his sister was making out with the guy. “Get the fuck off her” Blake yelled. The reaction was immediate, the guy jumped off her and was standing up facing Blake. Blake recognized him, it was Chad. Chad played Hockey, he was little shorter than Blake and skinner than Blake. “Get the fuck out of the house…” “Blake what are – “Shut up Sabrina” “Alright dude…I am leaving…” “No Chad…wait…I will call you” she called out as he sprinted downstairs. “What the hell Blake?” she screamed out to him. She got up and started throwing fists at him, but Blake easily blocked them. He grabbed her hands and pinned them. He pushed her on the bed, and pinned her down “Blake…get off me now!” she said as menacingly as she can. “Shhhh…” Blake slowly spread her legs apart, and positioned himself between her. He moved closer to her and his dick was straining to rip his pants. He rubbed his hips against her hips, just smiling at her. “Blake…what are you doing?” Blake didn’t answer; he moved down and kissed her hard, tasting her sweet little mouth. Sabrina immediately tried to push him away but he was much stronger, and he pinned her hands, she moved her head to the right, and Blake kissed her neck biting it gently. “BLAKE STOP IT NOW!” she screamed, Blake finally stopped and let go off her hands, they sprung up immediately and slapped him in the face. Blake just laughed and got off her, dragging her with him, so she was on her side. He pinned her legs down and both her arms. “Sabrina…you are so hot…you turn me on so much” “Let go of me you sick creep” “Why would I do that? I got something to show you…” he reached into his pocket and got his phone out, and played the video. “Look at you getting your pussy pounded…and now look….oh my god…you are so hot like that” Blake commented and he felt her go limp, she stopped struggling. “What is going to happen if I send these to your colleges….or post it on the school website…or send it to everyone you and I know” “Blake please don’t do that…that will kill me…please” “Don’t worry baby girl…I have no intention of doing that…if…” “If…what?” she asked, Blake kissed her neck and grabbed her firm breasts. He sucked on her ear lobe. “I think you know what I want” he turned her around so she was facing him, he stroked the hair out of her face, and looked at her beautiful face filled with worry. “What do you want Blake?” She asked fearfully, he slowly reached downward her stomach and reached her pussy, he went underneath her skirt and found no panties, and he rubbed her cilt in a circular motion, making her moan. “Yes…that’s what I want….” He whispered “Blake…we can’t…we are not suppose to…you are my brother…” He just laughed out and stroked her face. “I will tell mom…tell her you are blackmailing me…tell her you are the one who sent the videos…tell the school…” “Who will believe you? Mom loves me…she will believe anything I say…and she will get even mad for bringing guys into the house…” “Blake…” she pleaded and tears were running down her face, as much as Blake hated the kind of things her sister does, he deeply loved her sister. She looked after him, protected him when they were younger. As she grew older, she ignored him, hanged out with older kids, pushed him back, this was the Sabrina he hated. He placed his arms around her and hugged her tightly, letting her cry on his chest for some time, while he gently stroked her hair. After she stopped crying, he got up, brought his boxers down and displayed his massive dick. Blake didn’t have a small dick, it was massive, standing 9in and thick, he had all the pussy in the world. He looked at Sabrina’s expression on her face, and laughed out, he was positive she never saw a dick bigger than his. He motioned her to touch it. She hesitantly grasped the base of his dick, and it barely fit in her hand. “Ohhhh…stroke it baby…ohhhhhh…just like that…up and down…little bit faster…” He didn’t need to tell her anything, she knew exactly what she was doing, she started stroking it faster and harder, and was playing with his balls. She stopped right when he was close to cumming. She pushed him on the bed so he was sitting down. She sat at his knees, pulled her hair back and took his dick in her mouth. “Ohhhhh….ahhhh…” Blake grabbed her hair and made a fist, he started guiding her in and out, loving the heat from her mouth. He moaned when she twirled her tongue around the head. So far, no girl he fucked took his whole dick down her throat, and he planned to change that. “Baby..take it all the way in” He slowly guided her head down his shaft, he moaned when her throat muscles squeezed his dick. He forced it even further, until she started gagging, he stayed there enjoying the feeling. “Suck on it while it come up” he ordered and slowly let go of her head. She obeyed his command, she sucked as she went up, and he almost exploded right then. He forced it down her throat one last time and exploded down her throat. He shot loads and loads of cum into her mouth and finally let go off her head. “Good girl” he whispered “That was a big load” She stroked his limp dick which was 6in long, admiring the length and the width of it. She kept on looking up to him and smiling. “My turn” Blake said, he lifted her up and threw her on the bed, and ripped her panties off. He removed her shirt from her skin in one smooth manner exposing her big tits. “I love those tits so much…” He got between her legs and kissed her, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He knew Sabrina hated every minute of this, but he also knew her body loved every minute of this. “Mmmm” he moaned into her mouth, exploring her mouth, gently sucking on her tongue, running it over the top of her mouth. He then broke the kiss, and kissed her neck, gently sucking and biting her neck, he slowly moved up to her ear and sucked on her ear lobe, tickled the back of her ear with his tongue and then stuck his tongue in her ear. “Mmmmm” she moaned, as her pussy was drenching the bed. Blake moved down to her perfect tits, sucked on her nipple leaving a shiny and wet spot, and he moved to the other nipple, and did the same. Sabrina was shaking and quivering, Blake found out that she has sensitive nipples. He took her hard nipple into his mouth and licked it, and gently bit it, he held the nipple with his teeth and flicked it over and over. “Yes Blake…YES just like that…ohhhhh….I can’t believe I am enjoying this…” she moaned as he moved to the other nipple. He did the same and moved downwards, kissed her stomach and moved to the forbidden area. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, to a small patch of blonde triangle. He ignored the pussy and started planting kissed on the outside and was massaging her thighs. “Mmmm” she purred He then kissed her cilt sending waves of pleasure up her body, he took it into his mouth and sucked on it, making her moan. He flicked it and gently bit it, and twirled it around his tongue. He could tell she was having an inner battle, she enjoyed everything they did and at the same time she hated the fact that he was her brother. Blake knew she was getting close to orgasm; he spread her pussy and shoved his tongue deep in her hot pussy, and stroked her bare ass, used her juices to wet his finger and pushed it into her throbbing asshole and licked her outer lips sending her to frenzy. She shook uncontrollably, shaking all over, her juices flooding his face. He tried to captures as much as he can, loving the taste of her juices. “Now baby…I am going to make you scream my name out…” Blake whispered “No Blake…please…we shouldn’t do this…it incest!” She tried to stop him, Blake looked at her pretty eyes and then leaned down and kissed her hard. He entered her pussy, admiring her tightness, despite her being a slut. He went until his head was completely in and then moved out. He continued doing this, moaning out loud, making Sabrina moan out loud too. “Beg me to fuck you…” “no…take it out” she whispered, Blake pushed in completely, hissing in pleasure, he leaned down and kissed his hot sister and grabbed her tits and ran his finger over her nipples, rolling them. “Ahhhh…okay…fuck me!” “more effort…” “PLEASE FUCK MY BRAINS OUT BLAKE!” she screamed, Blake grinned and started thrusting in and out of her pussy, going out slow and thrusting in with speed and strength. He was playing with her nipples, and loved as her legs were wrapped around him. She started fucking him back, as he increased his tempo and pace. He found her cilt and started rubbing it in circles. “Blake…I am almost there…keep going” she panted Blake gladly accepted and fucked her harder and faster grinding his hips into her, making her moan. He was getting really close and his balls were churning with his cum. The head of his dick swelled up, Sabrina noticed this. “OH SHIT BLAKE I AM NOT ON THE PILL!” she screamed and moaned at the same time Blake pulled out as fast as he can and exploded all over his tits, and stomach his seed was shooting all over. Sabrina brought herself to an orgasm. “That was amazing…why the fuck weren’t you on the pill” “Shut up…its none of your business…now leave me alone…” “Not yet baby…I see some drops of cum on your pussy” He dove right in and licked her clean, tasting his cum with her juices. “Suck my dick…while I eat you out…don’t make me cum yet..” Sabrina jumped at his command and straddled him. She stuck her pussy in his face and took his limp dick in her started sucking it. He took his tongue and entered her ass hole, licking around it, tasting her sweet ass, he hate hairy asses, but his sister’s was nice and shaved. “Mmmm…I love you ass” He spread her pussy and started eating her out, stuffing his tongue as deep as it goes. As his efforts intensified so did Sabrina’s she took him deeps and licked his balls. He bit on her cilt and gently pulled and made her cum for the third time in a row. “AHHHHHH” she screamed as her juices spilled out, she took my dick out of her mouth and collapsed on the bed. I dragged her up and turned her around and gently kissed her neck and started to enter her asshole. She immediately jumped up and moved away. “PLEASE DAVID NOT MY ASS….YOU ARE TOO BIG…” Blake thought about it. As much as he would love to fuck her up the ass, he knew that would break her, and he deeply loved his sister. “Okay…” He concluded, and he saw her relax. He moved closer to her, so that she was sitting between his legs and leaning against him. He put his head on her neck and hugged her closer, and gently kissed her neck. “Are you hungry?” He asked her and she nodded her head. “Good…start sucking my dick…” He ordered her, she was surprised, but obeyed his command and took his dick into her hot mouth and sucked his dick taking half of it into her mouth. Blake moaned and grabbed her head and thrust it deep in her throat and moaned out loud, when her muscles started working she gagged on it, and attempted to swallow his dick. This brought waves of pleasure through his body and his dick got bigger and he let out a big load. Sabrina struggled to swallow all his load and started choking, he took his dick out of her mouth and sprayed cum all over his sisters face. “You look so sexy…don’t wipe it off” he ordered her “You hungry?” He asked her again, she shook her head, and Blake laughed “Don’t worry…lets go…I ordered Pizza….” Just then the doorbell rang. “Follow me downstairs…Don’t wear any clothes…” She silently followed him downstairs and took a seat on the sofa, as her brother ordered her. Blake went to the door. “Hi…I am Dave…you order pizza?” “Yeah…here you go….” He paid twenty bucks for the pizza and the coke. "Blake...I cant fuck anymore...i am too sore..." “Fine…call Jessica…I want her ass” “What!?! Why?” She asked “I told you I want her ass, I want to fuck her…” he said, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into him. He cupped her breasts and started kissing her neck. She tried to get up but his grip was firm. “Why would she fuck you? You sick creep” she said “Baby…am I really such a sick creep? Didn’t you love what we did together?” She shook her head vigorously. “Oh yeah? How come your pussy is getting wet by the minute?” He challenged, he got up, pushed her on the bed and got her phone and handed it to his sexy sister. She stared at him and grabbed the phone, he stretched and jumped on the bed right next to her. He took his sisters hand and put it on his dick. “Stroke it” He ordered, and she obeyed him stroking up and down. Blake closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. “Hey Jessica?” she squeezed his head and cupped his balls “I am fine…why don’t you come over?” “Sure…you can even spend the night here…” “How long?” “5 minutes? Ok…see you then” she finished talking and shut the phone. “She said it will take her ten minutes to get here…” she said and pulled her hand back “Oh my…that is such a long time…what will we ever do?” He grinned and moved his hand towards her ass and pushed his index finger in her tight ring. “Blake…you promised…” she begged him and he simply nodded and kissed her. “Want anything to eat? And don’t dress…I want you naked” he asked her, she hesitated for a minute and then shook her head. He shrugged put his boxers on and went downstairs to get himself a drink. He checked his phone for texts, got some from couple of girls, he quickly texted back and poured himself some juice. He hear the doorbell ring and he went to open it. “Hey Blake…whooooo…nice” Jessica complimented his body. Jessica was in the same grade as his sister, she was shorter 5’7 and 120 pounds. She has short black hair which comes down to her shoulder blade. She has petite tits and a cute ass, she however has the most beautiful face and luscious lips which beg to suck a dick. She wore a yellow shirt, which showed her tan, and some shorts. “Hello? Are you going to invite me in?” she asked “I am sorry…come in Jess…she is upstairs…want something to drink?” he asked her “Yeah…what are you drinking?” “Orange…” He went to the fridge and poured another glass of orange juice and gave it to her. She took couple of sips, and he almost got a boner watching her lips drink the juice. “So Jess…how are things going with you and Ricky? Hot sessions?” he asked her. “Not really…he is such a lame fuck….” She complained, Blake grinned thinking about the things he will do to this girl. “She is upstairs, here let me get your bag…so you are sleeping over huh? We will have fun…” He reached for her bag, and picked it up, it was pretty heavy considering the fact that she was only staying for two days. “Damn it is heavy” “You will manage” She laughed, squeezing his biceps and punching them. He led her upstairs and threw the bag in the guest room. Jessica started walking towards Sabrina’s bedroom. Blake watched her wiggle her ass, and he got a boner the size of a football field. He followed her and grabbed her by the hips and pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply, she was surprised at first but then pushed him away. “Blake!” she whispered fiercely “Come on Jessica…look at my dick…it is aching to be inside you” he pleaded, slowly pulling down his boxers. She gasped when she saw the size and she closed and opened her mouth. “No! I am going out with Ricky” she said unconvincingly, and tried to push him away “So what? Ricky won’t mind…and besides you liked the last threesome with my sister and some other guy…” She looked at him with utter shock and disbelief and he smiled at her. “Sabrina didn’t…she wouldn’t…” He shook his head and moved his hands down to her ass and squeezed it and pushed her in his sister bedroom where she was naked on the bed. “Sabrina!” she yelped “Hi Jessica…” “Why are you…did you fuck your brother?” she accused her “NO! Well…yeah…he forced me to…” she said with defeat in her voice, Blake looked at her a gave a smile, he grabbed Jessica, spun her around and kissed her passionately, his lips slowly pulling and massaging her, she didn’t respond for couple of seconds but later returned his kiss, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and explored it, she unleashed the lust and grabbed his head. “Mmmm” she moaned into his mouth, Blake loved the way she was kissing him, he lifted her up by the hips so that her legs were on his either side and he was keeping her up with his hands. He moved her to the bed and dropped her. She squealed and squirmed when he grabbed her clothes and took them off, revealing her beautiful body. He loved her tits, which were perfect, and her smooth skin and her curves which were beautiful but not as defined as his sister, staring at him with disgust. “Jessica…eat Sabrina’s pussy out” Sabrina glared at him, but obeyed his command, she got on top of Jessica’s face and lowered her pussy into her mouth. Blake enjoyed the sight of these two beautiful girls, he lowered down to Jessica’s tits and sucked them into his mouth, she shook and moaned loudly, and he found out that she is very sensitive. He did the same to the other breast and moved down to her pussy, which was covered with blonde curls, he went down further and hit the treasure. He took her hard cilt into his mouth and deeply sucked on it while humming, the vibrations and the sucking made her go crazy “Mmmmm” she moaned into Sabrina’s pussy, making her grind her pussy into Jessica’s face. Blake sucked, bit, teased, pulled, and twirled her clit into his mouth, he loved having absolute control over this girls body, and pulled he lips apart and stuck his tongue into her pussy devouring her pussy, tasting her sweet juices which tasted much more different than his sisters. He licker everything in her pussy, she buckled her hips and her juices leaked out of her pussy. “AHHHHHHH” she screamed into Sabrina’s pussy making her explode, he watched as both his girls exploded. Sabrina collapsed next to Jessica, and panted. Blake’s erection stood tall and proud, and he rubbed Jessica’s pussy with it, making her squirm, he did this for a couple of minutes and entered in her tight pussy, and groaned. He pushed in all the way, loving the tightness, and moaned out loud as waves of pleasure hit when his dick pushed against her cervix. “Blake you are soooo big” she groaned, as her pussy stretched to accommodate his dick. He waited for her to relax and then slowly started moving in and out with long and hard strokes. He massaged her breasts and grinded his hips into her hers when he thrust in. “Blake…go faster…I am almost there” Blake was surprised when he heard this, but he thrust faster and harder and played with her sensitive nipples, sending her over the edge and making her explode, her juices started flowing around his dick giving one of the most pleasurable moments. He pulled out after she came and pointed his dick and lined it up with her asshole, and thrust in, she screamed with pain. “BLAKE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!” she screamed “Relax…I want your ass…relax…” He leaned down and kissed her played with her nipples, relaxing her, he then pushed in a inch and then pulled back and pushed in again and kept on doing this until she was comfortable and moaning. He then pushed in another inch and fucked her until she relaxed and kept on doing this until his whole dick was inside him. She moaned with pleasure as I grinned my hips into her. I kissed her deeply, ramming my tongue deep inside her, she was the type of girl who loves to be dominated. I then started fucking her without mercy, squeezing her ass, and rubbing her pussy. “Your ass is so tightttt!” he moaned as she squeezed his dick. “AHHHHHH…I AM CUMMMINGGG AGAINNN” she moaned, he slapped her tits, squeezed her nipples and pulled them as she orgasmed Her juices leaked down her pussy and onto his dick. He knew he was close to exploding, as he felt the familiar feeling in his balls. He thrusts became faster and harder, his balls slapping into her ass, and he loved every second of it. She squirmed underneath, him, wrapping her thighs around him, and ripping his back with her fingers. “HERE I GOOOO” He thrust in and exploded in her ass, cup sprayed all over ass, he then took his dick out of her ass. He grabbed Jessica’s phone and took a picture of her gaping asshole and sent it to his phone. “Suck it” he ordered her, she leaned down and sucked her juices and his cum, until he was nice an shiny. “Who is better? Me or you boyfriend?” “Definitely you…god I never orgasmed like that and I didn’t think anal sex would be this fun…your sister WILL share you with me…” she finished He laughed lifted her up and threw her on the bed, he then slept in between Sabrina and Jessica. He grabbed Sabrina and rolled her over, so her head was on his chest and her breasts were crushing into him. She then hugged him tightly unconsciously and put her leg over his dick. Jessica put her head on his shoulder and did the same. He smiled and fell asleep, with the two naked beauties on his either side. He woke up, with Sabrina, she looked at him in the eye and realized she was clinging on to him tightly and pushed him away, and went to the bathroom, giving him a ugly look. He smiled and caressed Jessica’s ass, thinking about how good his day was so far. He slowly got off the bed, without disturbing Jessica and followed Sabrina to the bathroom. He saw his naked sister, washing her breasts which had cum stains. “Damn…she is hot!” he muttered and got in the shower behind her, and cupped her breasts, her reaction was immediate, she pushed him away and slapped in really hard and pushed him against the wall and slapped him again. She started pounding and throwing punches at his chest, he let her punch for a while then grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer to me. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Are you telling me you didn’t like what we did? You didn’t like having your pussy pounded by my big dick! You didn’t like having you pussy filled by my meat!” He countered “No…” She said weakly “You didn’t like how I touched you….or the pleasure I gave you” He massaged her pussy lips and stuck his middle finger in her warm pussy slowly. “Stop…” He stopped and pulled his finger out. “I love you…I love you body…I will give you pleasure…I will fulfill all your fantasies…” “But…we are not supposed to be doing this…” “Nobody will know…and those who do will envy you…and beside we are not marrying…or anything…we are just satisfying our sexual needs…” “Ok…” He hugged her tightly and kissed her. He gave her some time for herself, and got out of the bathroom, went to his room, put on some fresh clothes and went downstairs and turned on the T.V. He saw his mom pull in the driveway and was surprised. He went outside to see why she was so early. “Hey what’ up mom?” “Hey Blake…nothing I forgot my file…I left it on the kitchen table…” “Oh!” He saw his mom, move into the living room, and search for her file. She had long dirty blonde hair, 38DDD breasts, amazing ass, and flat stomach, she was about 39, but she was a MILF. He is going to have to go down to the basement and look at some videos.

Ellen sat at her desk working on the Company’s Profit and Loss report. Ellen started as a temp 6 years ago and worked up the ladder to the position she is in now, administrative assistant to the COO. She had worked very hard in and out of the office to get to where she was at. As she worked on the report, she is buzzed. “Yes sir.” “Ellen can you please come in here, and lock the door when you enter?” “Be right there” Ellen looked around the office as she turned around in her chair. She shifted in her chair, and raised her skirt up. She reached under her skirt and slowly slid her lacy thong down her hips and her toned tanned legs. She opened her desk drawer and laid them inside and took out a band and pulled her long brown hair into a pony tail. She got up, adjusted her skirt and walked to the door behind her desk. With her hand on the door knob, she took a deep breath and entered. As she was instructed she closed and locked the door behind her. She turned to face her boss with a fake smile on her face. As she starts walking toward his desk, she begins to unbutton her blouse. “You need something sir?” “Yes Ellen, I do” Pete was a 52 year old married executive. He had a reputation for making the companies he worked for a lot of money. He was an obese guy and as the young, sexy Ellen approached him he lifted his belly and began to unbuckle his pants. As Ellen approached she opened her blouse, he black bra was full of her 34 DD breast. “Take your bra off and let me see the titties I bought for you.” She knelt down and reaches back to unhook her bra and let her titties bounce free as he pulled out his small pudgy cock. She went straight to work. She opened her mouth and engulfed his entire length with out preparation. She cupped his balls as she bobbed her head up and down his cock. His hands were all over her tits, pulling her nipples as he moaned and pumped his hips pushing his cock into her mouth. “Ok I am ready” Pete said sternly. Ellen stood up and pulled her skirt up, and bent across his desk. Her breast pressed into the cold wood. Pete, with his pants around his ankle moved behind her and rammed his cock into her smooth, tight pussy. He took hold of her hips and pounded her hard. Ellen moaned as he pounded her, she lifted so her nipples rubbed across the smooth wood of the desk. The hardness of the desk was sending electricity through her body. She was going to actually cum this time, if he lasted a few more minutes, instead of having to fake it. She heard Pete begin to moan, she knew it was coming so she squealed softly and squeezed her pussy lips tight around his cock, and faked another orgasm as she felt Pete release his cum into her. He pulled out and fell back into his chair as he breathed heavy. Ellen bent over and picked her bra off the floor and put it back on then adjusted her skirt. “Don’t forget your 2 o’clock appointment with Mr. Smith, and its your anniversary, so I had a dozen roses delivered to you wife’s office.” Ellen said as she exited Pete’s office. Ellen stopped by her desk, and took her thong out of it and stuck it into her purse and headed to the restroom to clean up. With Pete’s cum running down her thigh, she opened the door to a stall and entered. Once she was cleaned up she returned to her desk to finish her work. The mail ran at 1:30. Josh, the guy from the mail room gave her a wink as he laid a stack of mail on her desk. Josh was a college student and the son of one of the lower executive. He was a few years younger than Ellen but she found him cute, so as he walked away she smiled at him as she pushed her bangs out of her face. As she fumbled through the mail, an unmarked envelope caught her eye. There was no name or address, so she gave into her curiosity and opened the envelope. In the envelope was a note with a smaller envelope inside it. The note read: “Meet me in the mail room at 4 pm….J” Ellen opened the smaller envelope. Inside were several photos. Tears built up in Ellen’s eyes as she saw the photos. Every photo was of her. There were photos of her with Pete, Mr. Smith, the CEO and Mrs. Norris the director of finance. The final photo was unfamiliar to her. It was of an erect cock. A very nice cock Ellen thought. She put the photos back inside the envelope and placed them in her purse. The rest of the day was a waste. Everything Ellen tried to do, she messed up. Her mind kept going back to the photos. If this person knew about her affairs, who else did? How did he get the photos? She watched the clock as she nibbled on her finger nails, a habit she had in middle school. By 3pm the butterflies in her stomach had turned into eagles. At 3:30, Pete came back from his meeting with Mr. Smith. He laid a stack of files on her desk. “We will go over these tomorrow. I am leaving. Did you make those reservations for me for dinner tonight?” “Ah yes sir. O’Malley’s at 7:30.” “You are a sweetheart Ellen.” He walked into his office and gathered his things and left. For the next 20 minutes Ellen starred at the clock. At 3:50 she took a deep breath and got up. She reached down and picked up her purse and headed for the elevator. As the door closed she pressed the “B” button then the non-stop button. She watched as floor by floor passed by until the door finally opened at the basement. She slowly stepped out of the elevator. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the mailroom, she slowly walked down the pathway between the bends and desks. Suddenly a bright light flashed into her eyes. “I can’t believe you actually showed up, but I guess you didn’t have much of a choice did you?” a voice out of the darkness said. “The lovely Ellen Griffis, were you scared those photos would end up in every executives mail? Or were you afraid the other ladies would find out just how you moved up the ladder so fast? What was it Ellen?” “Who are you and how did you get those pictures?” “Oh Miss Ellen, you are in no position to be asking questions. Now if you do not mind would you please move toward the light?” Ellen slowly did as the voice commanded. As she moved closer she saw a figure step in front of the light. It was Josh. “Josh, why are you doing this?” “Because, I want what everyone down here says I can never have.” “What?” “You. Ellen I want you.” “Josh, we can’t do this. I can’t.” “Why not? Because I don’t wear a suit or because I don’t have 6 figures in the bank?” Ellen lowered her head. For the first time she was being referred to as a high priced whore. The saddest part was, that was exactly what she was. She had moved up in the company only because she had fucked her way there. She had used her talents to satisfy every person she had worked for, including Josh’s father. “Ok Josh” Josh moved closer and took her by the hand and led her to another room. In the room was a small cot. The only light in the room came from 3 candles that sat on a table. Josh led her to the cot and moved in to kiss her. She backed away. “I don’t kiss” Josh continued to move his head toward hers. Their lips met. Ellen liked the gentleness of his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and soon their tongues were entangled. Josh’s hand slowly moved to the buttons of her blouse and slowly unhooked each one. As the last button was unhooked he pushed her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. He kissed down her neck and his hands moved to her back and unclasp the hooks of her bra. He lifted his head as he removed it, uncovering her full breast. He took a breast in each hand and squeezed softly looking down at them. Ellen smiled as his amusement with her breast. His thumbs pressed her nipples as her hand moved to the button of Josh’s jeans. Ellen pushed Josh’s jeans down his hip. His cock, the one in the photos, sprung up from its denim sheath. Her fingers wrapped around it and she began to slowly stroke him as he played with her breast. She slowly lowered herself to her knees. She felt her wet panties tighten against her pussy as she kissed the head of his cock. She slowly opened her mouth and took his cock in. She moved her head back and forth as Josh began to moan and pump his hips toward her welcoming mouth. He placed his hand on her head as she attempted to take his entire length in her mouth. Josh puts his hands under Ellen’s arms and raised her to her feet. He turned her around and pressed her against the wall. He knelt down behind her, rubbing his hands up your legs and ass. He took the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down, and tugged the skirt and it fell. Josh pressed his lips into Ellen’s ass cheek, rubbing his hand between her legs. He hooked his fingers into her thong and pulls them down. He kissed her ass again as his fingers rubbed her smooth lips. With his other hand he spread her ass and lets his tongue pressed against her ass. He pressed his fingers between her moist lips. His tongue ran up and down her tight ass. Josh stood and sat on the cot. Ellen turned around. He laid back as she walked slowly to him. Josh watched as she approached. Her shoulder length brown hair, her enhanced but beautiful breast, flat stomach, smooth pubics and long tanned legs, he smiled. Ellen threw a leg over Josh and the cot, and straddled him. She took his hard cock into her hand and held it up as she lowered herself down on it. Josh gripped the sides of the cot as he felt the velvety walls of her pussy envelope his cock. She took his cock, and placed her hand on his chest as she began to move up and down. She picked up her pace as she rode him. He gripped her leg to get her to slow down. She slowly moved up and down his cock. For the first time in a long time, she was enjoying sex. Josh sat up and took her left nipple into her mouth. He began to pump upward meeting her thrust. Both were lost in the ecstasy as their thrust became more intense. Ellen felt her orgasm building as she moaned from the pleasure she was getting from Josh. Her legs gripped tight as she tossed her head back and with a loud moan, her orgasmic juices exploded around Josh’s cock. In a chain reaction, Josh’s cock shot jets of hot cum inside Ellen. Both fell exhausted on the cot. The next day at 1:30 Josh came by her desk and sat the mail down. With out a word, he winked and rolled his cart on by. While sorting the mail, there was another unaddressed envelope. Ellen smiled as she opened it. Inside was another photo, a photo of the panties she had worn the day before. Attached was a note, “You forgot these. Same time, same place…J’

I gave notice at work today. My boss knew it was coming. He is sorry to see me go, but I don’t need to work anymore, and I need a change anyway. Today I got the check. My wife was killed as a result of a mix up with a pharmaceutical company. They made a terrible mistake in the manufacturing process, and tainted pills got out. It wasn’t many, and they caught it early. But not early enough to save my wife and six others. We all got large settlements on the condition that we not talk about. After the lawyer’s cut, I got 1.75 million dollars. I’d rather have my wife, but no one asked. I was just back from lunch, and my floor was empty. There were only a handful with offices up here. Some were on their day off, some were still at lunch, and the rest were working on the floor, taking care of business. I was just waking up my computer when Mindy walked in. Mindy is in her 30s, brown hair, brown eyes, nice figure, C-cups boobs. I’ve always thought she was hot. She barely knew I existed. I could count on one hand, in the ten years we had worked together that she had been in my office. Granted she had no reason to be on this side of the building, which made her visit odd. “I heard you gave your notice” It was common knowledge what happened to my wife, and everyone pretty much guessed that I had gotten a large chunk of change. I hadn’t said much about it, but mighty oaks grow from little acorns. I answered back and she made small talk for about a minute, but it was obvious she wanted something. I had a feeling I knew what. “I need $30,000” Mindy asked So it starts. I went into a speech that I had actually rehearsed that I was not going to give money away or invest it with anyone. This was blood money and I was going to use it live the life my wife would have wanted me to. That was basically bullshit, but I was hoping the implied sentiment in it would keep people at bay. Mindy started to get emotional and blurted out. “Please, I’m desperate. I have to have the money” OK. I’ll bite. “Why?” I asked She got quieter and said that she couldn’t tell me. Yeah, that was going to work. I’m going to start giving away money to every pretty face that asks for it, just because. “Well, in that case, No” “Please, I’m begging. I’ll do anything. I have to have $30,000 in a week” “If you will do anything, how about starting with telling me exactly why.” “I can’t. I could go to jail” Perfect what is she trying to drag me into. “Look, I don’t want any part of anything illegal. I’ve probably heard too much already. Let’s just pretend like you were never here” “No! You wouldn’t be in any trouble. I’m the one…” and then she stopped, figuring she said too much. “OK, give. Tell me what the hell is going on, or leave.” I was curious and a tiny voice was whispering in my ear. “I took $30,000 from John’s church building fund and the audit is in about a week. He’s Treasurer and you can probably figure it out from there” I could. John is Mindy’s boyfriend/fiancé. In today’s complicated world they were not married, but had just bought a house together. They were as good as married, but it would likely be even more complicated than normal should they break up. Add in that she had evidently stolen church money using her boyfriend’s name and not only was she in legal trouble, but her relationship would end too. “So, let me get this straight. You stole 30 large from the church and you want me to pay for your theft. I’ll be out the money and you will be scot free? What the hell did you do with thirty grand anyway?” “Central City. I think I have a problem” “Really? You think?” Central City is one of three places in Colorado where gambling is legal. I think I now knew all I needed or wanted to. “Will you give me the money?” “Take off your cloths” I said. It was out before I could stop myself. But as the words came out, I realized I had nothing to lose. I was quitting this job. I had enough money, if I invested it wisely, to live on, and if she ended up giving in, I would get something I hadn’t had since my wife died. I expected her to just say no, call me a name and walk out. Mindy had a reputation as being a bit of a bitch. But she just stood there, either stunned or thinking. “If I take off my cloths for you, you will give me the money?” She was desperate. “No, but you can see the direction this is going” “Fuck you! You pervert! I’m not sleeping with you! Not for any amount of money. I’m not a whore!” Well that was more like it. She stomped off and I thought about it the whole rest of the day. I was more than half expecting a call from my boss or HR. But it never came. Maybe she didn’t say anything to anyone. That meant she was thinking about it and so was I. By the end of the day I had my plan, in case she came back. In the ensuing days Mindy at first just glared at me when we passed each other. Then she would avert her gaze like she hadn’t noticed me. By the sixth day, I didn’t see her at all. Five PM on the sixth day I see Mindy approaching my office. Before she gets in the door I stop her by saying “If you’re here to talk about $30,000, then you just stop and listen. I was deeply offended by being called a pervert. So I figure I am due an apology and you have some punishment coming before we discuss anything” “I’m sor…” she started to say. “Shut up. I’m going to pick both the punishment and the apology. You just take your ass over to Wal-Mart and bring me a ping-pong paddle. Then when you get back, you better be butt naked when you walk into my office.” “Wha..What are you going to do? “I can’t hear you. Now move your ass. It’s five o clock and I want to go home like everyone else. I’m leaving in 30 minutes, and I might not be in at all tomorrow. Short timer’s disease” She just stood there. “Clock’s ticking” Then she turned away without saying a word. I would have my answer in 30 minutes. Either I was going to get a sex slave or she would turn her self in. It was worth the wait to get the answer. 25 minutes later Mindy is back in my hall, fully clothed, but carrying a Wal-Mart sack. She walked up and down the hall checking to make sure we were alone and then to my delight she started to strip in the hall outside my window. Her blouse and skirt came off first. She was wearing no hose on those gorgeous legs of hers. She had a matching underwire bra that came off next, showing be the tits I had been ogling for the last decade. The nipples were protruding and pink. She turned away from me quickly, showing me her shapely ass by default. Mindy has a perfect heart shaped ass that she kept toned with regular trips to the gym. I always liked when she wore knit pants or jeans, as they hugged her curves so well. Now her thong panties were showing me more of them then I had ever seen. “Leave the shoes on” I said. She was wearing heels today; I loved the way they made her legs and ass look. She put one hand across her chest and the other covering her bush. Then she said in a calm and sincere voice. “I’m sorry for what I called you. Can we please talk business now?” “First, I’m glad that you noticed that this is a transaction. Second, I told you, I pick the apology. Words are not going to be enough. But first we need to get punishment out of the way. Give me the bag” She handed it over revealing in the process that her bush matched her brown hair and was neatly trimmed. I took the paddle out of the bag and then out of the package. “Lean over my desk, with your hands directly under your forehead, and your forehead on the edge of the desk. I want those boobs dangling and I want to see that pussy of yours when you bend over” “Please, can’t we talk about this first? This is happening too fast.” “Bend over the desk, take your punishment, or leave. The choice is yours” She had made the choice when she went to get the paddle. She knew what was coming then, and she was just stalling. “Fine, I’m going home. Tell John and the auditors I said hi” With that she bent over my desk and I got to see Mindy’s most private areas. She was quivering and I decided to get started with a bang. I drew back and gave her a forceful swat. She screamed as her ass gave to the paddle and it immediately started turning red. She came up. I said “Scream loud enough and you’ll draw the night watchman. You can explain what’s going on while I go home. Now bend back over. I’m tired of this stalling and bullshit” She did as she was told and in quick succession I hit the same ass cheek four more times. Not quite as hard as before, and slow enough so I could still see her ass give to the paddle and then spring back, each swat adding more color to her shapely ass. She had only grunted and squirmed with each swat, but when I paused she quickly asked if we were done. I told her to stop talking and I would tell her when we were done. I worked her other cheek the same way and after a total of ten swings her ass was red and complaining. “Get up” She did so, and reached back to rub her very red butt. “Now for your apology. I think I’ll take a few minutes with those delicious looking tits and then you can give me the best blow job I have ever had. Don’t forget to swallow” She started to tear up a bit. “Knock it off. This is your own doing. Think of it as penance for your theft. You stole from the church, breaking a trust with them, and John. And for what? So you could gamble. Bring those tits over here” She walked over and to where I had sat down in my chair. ‘Put your hands behind your head, and don’t you dare pull back” Then I proceeded to maul her fleshy globes. She was past prime and there was some sag, but not a lot and them were still plenty firm. I squeezed them, pushed them together, licked them, sucked the nipples, lightly bit the nipples, twisted them, and blew on them until they were hard. Then I started over and did it some more. God, I was hard. I reached back and grabbed her ass and pulled her in close to bury my face in them. I heard her wince as her sore ass was squeezed, but she did not pull away. After another minute, I could take no more, and I pushed her back and undid my pants, pulled down my underwear and unveiled my cock. I sat back down. “The best I have ever had” I reminded. And she went to work. She had done this before. She varied her tempo, but was always going up and down. She periodically tried to throat it all, and eventually succeeded. Her tongue was always on the underside providing pressure. The whole time I had one hand on the back of her head, and the other mauling her tits and tweaking her nipples. I knew I wasn’t going to last long as it had been months since I had sex. “Here it comes” I announced and applied downward pressure to Mindy’s head. With that I came like I hadn’t since I was a kid. It felt like gun fire coming out of there. Mindy was doing her best to swallow. But, I’m guessing that she doesn’t “let” John or any of her past johns cum in her mouth, she was not in practice. After a bit of sputtering and gaging however, the deed was done and she got off her knees. “Are we done?” “Sure, was there something you wanted to talk about?”

My name is Emma and I am 22 years old. I was brought up in a well to do middle class family and now live on my own with a private income. I do not need to work and I spend a good part of every day at the stables tending to and riding my grey gelding. In practising my dressage on the horse I love the feeling of exerting firm discipline and control on the animal, and executing the various manoeuvres of the different dressage tests in preparation for competitions. This gives me a sense of power, of being in charge. I have long golden hair that almost reaches my waist, and a trim neat figure with firm pert breasts above a taut midriff, long slender legs and a cute tight pair of firm muscular buttocks. I think my button nose and heart shaped lips give me an enticing look, and I like the way men look at me, with an undercurrent of admiration and desire. But when my story starts, I am troubled. Perhaps because of my slightly haughty nature and upbringing, because I had always attended girls’ schools and know little of how to get on with men, and because I yearn for something else I cannot quite define, I do not have any close male friends. But I am restless and my frustrations are clearly deep seated. I have started having weird and powerful dreams, vivid enough that I can remember every detail when I awake. In these dreams I am somewhere I don’t consciously recognise; the places always seem atmospheric in some undefinable way, as though a hazy mist obscures the view and I am groping to understand where I am and what I can see; and I always feel rather than know for certain that I am not fully or properly dressed. There is this feeling that maybe I have no underwear on beneath loose flowing skirts, or clinging silk blouse; or that my blouse is partially unbuttoned showing more of my cleavage than I would normally show; or that my skirts are lifting in a warm breeze displaying my skimpy panties or revealing thong. And there is always someone else there, just watching me, saying nothing, doing nothing, someone that I sense is a young man, powerful, in control, but faceless, no identity that I can grasp. The feeling excites me, and I try subconsciously to make the dream move on a stage but I always wake up before anything else happens, my skin flushed, my nipples tingling and needing me to caress them, dampness between my thighs and the overpowering urge to rub myself there too, to assuage the effects of these erotic moments that seem to besiege my nightly slumbers. It is just very frustrating for me that the details are so vague, that I cannot identify the stranger who silently watches me, nor even the full details of my own role in these dreams. And then one day I took part in a dressage competition at a venue about 10 miles from my own stables. There were probably about 20 horse trailers and maybe about 40 horses in all. As ever at these events most of the competitors were young females, but there were a number of young men, some of whom I recognised from other competitions. A number of the young women were accompanied by boyfriends or husbands, to lend moral support or more actively to help with grooming or tacking up. But this day, as I unloaded my horse from the trailer and got him ready for the competition I became aware of a tall young man, probably about my own age, dressed all in black, black jeans, a black roll-neck sweater, black shoes and a black fedora. He was wandering around the horses on his own, not obviously with any of the riders, not talking to any, but stopping every now and then and watching them as they prepared the horses. I noticed that he stopped about 30 yards away from where I was tacking up my horse and silently watched me. I hardly dared to look in his direction but as I busied herself around the horse I stole glances and he was still standing motionless watching me, quite directly. At first I felt annoyed, but there was something familiar about him and despite myself, I found my breathing quicken, and began to feel the flush of arousal as though his watching me was somehow altogether more intimate. As I finished my preparation of the horse, and went round the trailer to my 4X4 to don my riding jacket and my hat and gloves, I realised, almost with disappointment, that he was no longer there watching me. But I was left with a strong feeling that his watching me was so very like the dark stranger in my dreams. I mounted the horse, went to the warm up area, and took the horse through his paces before being called to the competition arena. When the judge rang her bell, I entered the arena and trotted the horse up the centre line, before turning left round the arena. Immediately I saw him standing at the side of the arena watching my performance intently. Almost in defiance, and despite some primeval urge to respond to his presence, I decided to totally ignore him and concentrate entirely on the dressage test, riding what I thought was a rather good test. At the end, after bringing the horse to a halt in front of the judge and bowing, I turned to leave the arena and allowed myself to glance around again. He was still there and he gently touched his hand to his fedora in salute before turning and striding away. That gesture did more to unsettle my emotions than almost anything he could have done then. For the rest of that day I could not get him out of my mind. I was intrigued and did not think of him in any sexual way, but my subconscious was clearly on a different wavelength. That night my dream was particularly vivid. I was walking in an indeterminate landscape, and was vaguely aware that I still had my riding boots on and my crisp white dressage blouse, but mildly concerned that I no longer had my jodhpurs on, and my long slim legs were naked from boot to skimpy thong. I always wore a thong when riding as the jodhpurs were thin stretchy material and anything else showed a distinct panty line, which was unsightly. I know I have an attractive bottom, and hugged by tight jodhpurs it was I feel sure one of my best assets. As I slowly walked, the black figure appeared ahead of me, facing me, only this night it wore a black fedora. With a gasp I realised it was the young man from the dressage, and then I also realised he was carrying a long dressage whip. He touched his fedora in salute just as he had done earlier, and I stood still, wondering what he wanted. He approached closer and I was rooted to the spot. I had not really registered what his face looked like that afternoon and now he was still faceless, a shadowy figure in this vague landscape. No words were spoken, but I felt that I sensed rather than heard his command. I parted my legs and stood, my booted feet apart, then placed my hands on my head, pressing my elbows back to thrust my chest out towards him. He nodded, then I felt him slowly reach out with the whip and invite me to kiss it. The last couple of inches of a dressage whip is not woven leather like the rest but is a frayed end and I kissed it, knowing that by so doing I was accepting his intentions to do with it whatever he pleased. He started by lowering it and brought the tip to the inside of my left knee. I wanted to squirm, to step out of range, but I could do neither as the tip of the whip ran teasingly up the inside of my thigh, just brushed gently across the crotch of my thong, then down the right thigh. I trembled at the caress of my crotch, the frayed end of the whip still sufficient to make itself felt on my sensitive labia. Then he lifted it and slowly outlined the curve of my breasts, pressing firmly against my blouse in my hands raised position. As the whip touched me there, it dawned on me that I didn’t seem to have a bra on beneath my blouse, and I felt the erotic response of my nipples growing and in turn thrusting against the cotton of the blouse. He took the whip away and nodded again, and without any words being spoken, I brought my hands down and unfastened the buttons on the front of the blouse, all the way down, before placing my hands again on my head, elbows pressed back. Now the tip of the dressage whip returned, and excruciatingly slowly lifted one side of the blouse to expose my right breast. The whip slowly encircled my pert firm breast, before just tickling over my tumescent nipple, and I knew that I had never felt so aroused in my life. To my utter dismay, I came to from my sleep and the dream, although able to remember vividly every tiny detail. My body was lathered in sweat, beneath my nightshirt my breasts felt as if they were two sizes bigger than I had ever remembered, and my nipples felt tender and tingly. I pulled the nightshirt off and then my panties, which were also soaking, and lay naked on my bed. For the next hour I tried to go through the dream again and again, but now my fingers were active on my breasts, teasing out my firm nipples, and between my legs, on my clitoris and between my swollen labia. I came to orgasm several times before I eventually fell into a dreamless sleep. It was the following weekend and I was once again entered into another dressage competition. I wondered all week if I would see him again, and though after the dream part of me was afraid of my reaction to seeing him, most of my being couldn’t wait for another encounter. I deliberately arrived early though that was not the best thing to do for the horse, got him rubbed down and tacked up, and left him tied up with a haynet while I had a look round the site. I did not get very far when I saw him again, to my surprise with a younger girl preparing a horse for the competition. He still had on black jeans and sweater, but no hat today, and I wandered around the trailers till I could watch him, but not be obvious about it. The girl was maybe about 16, and my first reaction was that she was remarkably similar in figure and looks to myself. Perhaps the young man had a particular liking for our type of girl. She had on tight cream jodhpurs that showed her firm buttocks and no panty line, a neat white blouse and stock that sensuously clung to small firm breasts, and as I watched she bent to clean out her horse’s hooves. I gasped, partly in embarrassment, partly in shock, as the man casually ran his hands across the girl’s fully stretched and curved bottom. The girl wriggled and laughed and when she stood upright again the man said something then just as casually palmed her breast through her blouse. The girl just stood, her head thrown slightly back, her eyes half closed, obviously used to and enjoying this treatment. I returned to my own horse to finish my preparations and as before took the horse to the warm up area. I was unsure of my own reaction to what I had just seen, partly jealous, but partly feeling that in reality the man had behaved much as he had in my dream, exerting some unspoken power and control over the girl. The girl was also warming up her horse by now, but the man was nowhere to be seen. I found myself wondering if his very existence was a trick of my mind, a figment of my overheated sexual imagination. The girl was on before me and seemed only to do one test, whereas today I had two tests. As I went through the moves on my first test, I could see the man standing at the edge of the arena watching me intently, and though I was concentrating on my paces, I realised that he had not put a hat on today. When I had finished and was leaving the arena, I steeled myself to turn and look him directly in the face. He was certainly only a year or two older in appearance than me with a handsome manly face, a small moustache and goatee beard, and piercing blue eyes. He looked me straight in the eye, then nodded and smiled before turning away. I returned to the warm up arena to await my next test, and as the other girl was finished assumed that she and the man would have by then departed. However as I was called and rode round the arena awaiting the judges bell to start, I saw with a jolt that both he and the girl were now standing at one end, ready to watch my test. Determined to impress them, I concentrated totally on the manoeuvres and ignored them altogether until I had finished and bowed to the judge. Then as I walked the horse back down the arena and looked in their direction, I saw that they were both looking directly at me and smiling. Almost out of some devilment I smiled and nodded back as I simultaneously noticed that he had one hand on the girl’s buttock and the other round her and holding her breast. This was being done in such a way that I could not avoid seeing it, and I assumed with a frisson of anticipation that I was meant to see it. He was sending me some covert signal about his power over women and I knew that he understood my eagerness to receive that message. In acknowledgement I raised my whip and touched my riding hat with it, and the man bowed to me as the girl continued smiling. Once back at my trailer I felt sure the man and girl must come round to speak to me, but they must have had the girl’s horse loaded ready to depart as they immediately left without any more contact being made. Deep down I was disappointed though I did not know what I really expected or how I would react to some approach being made. Seeing the man openly caress the young girl intimately had left me feeling aroused and now that they were gone strangely deflated. When I had got my horse in the trailer, ready to go, I went back and looked at the riders’ lists and identified the young girl as Rachel Smythe. I was however no wiser about the man’s name or where they came from. I thought a lot that evening about the way he had caressed Rachel, almost saying to me that he could do what he pleased without Rachel objecting, and I let my imagination create various scenarios about their relationship. To my disappointment, however, the day’s exertions had left me tired out, and I slept soundly without dreaming at all. During the week I had a training session at a nearby stables and to my surprise Rachel was there with her horse. We got talking and Rachel told me that the man, Ranulph, owned a riding school about 10 miles away. She implied that Ranulph was interested in me and that he may suggest to me, if I played my cards right, that I move my horse to his stables. She would not be drawn on any other details and said Ranulph may be in touch. That night I had another dream. I still had my riding boots on but otherwise I was sure I was naked. I was walking through the misty landscape when two people appeared in my path. I stopped and one disappeared behind me; I though it could be a girl, but the person had a swirling black cloak and hood and I could not tell who they might be. The other person, a man, stood facing me. He was as ever dressed in black, with a fedora, but he now removed his hat and I became aware of his piercing blue eyes. Instinctively, without clearly seeing any more of him, I knew it was Ranulph, and I presumed the girl behind me was Rachel. He nodded and I felt impelled to put my hands on my head again and spread my legs. The girl behind me reached round and grasped each of my naked breasts, and slowly and wonderfully teasingly started to stroke them in ever decreasing circles towards my burgeoning nipples. Without prompting I spread my legs, aware of Ranulph’s steady gaze on my nudity, and he smiled. From somewhere he again produced the dressage whip, and without preamble flicked it up between my legs, gently nipping my labia and sending tremors of erotic sensation through my body. He flicked me there for several seconds, and then I thought I heard him tell me that in future he wanted me shaved down there. By this point Rachel had reached my nipples and was drawing each of them out to a point, leaving them highly sensitive to any further attention. She then dropped her hands one to my pubic area and the other to my bottom, and commenced a thorough fingering of my clitoris, labia and rectum. He then shifted the whip to flick at my breasts and more particularly my large nipples, and as they engorged even more with the tickling bite of the whip, I realised as if in a flash of inspiration, where my destiny lay. I needed to be dominated by this man, to obey him explicitly, to give myself to him totally, to let my newly discovered submissive nature rule my behaviour henceforth, and to abandon my lonely existence for the pleasures of being commanded to explore my burgeoning sexuality. Suddenly I was no longer afraid, no longer shy and timid, but eager to please and eager to be the sexual plaything of Ranulph and indeed whatever he might introduce me to. In my dream the twin assaults on my erotic being by Ranulph and Rachel brought me to the brink of orgasm as I awoke, to find myself fingering my breasts and clitoris and riding wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. The next day I went out to a nearby town and bought what I would need to shave all the body hair from my body and leave my skin silky smooth. I usually kept my body hair well trimmed for hygiene reasons, but I had never removed it. That evening I had a long steamy bath, then lathered all round my public area and between my legs and around my sex lips and anus. It took a while to use the lady-shave razor to remove it all and I then used a wax preparation to complete the smoothing process and extract any remaining small follicles. Having rinsed it all, and dried myself with a hot towel, I viewed the result in the mirror and got quite turned on by my own appearance. I could not say I looked like a child as my body was obviously, very obviously that of a young woman, but everything was on display, my sex lips engorged by the attention and excitement, opening just enough to expose my clitoris, also protruding in response to the inevitable stimulation. I felt sure that this was exactly what Ranulph would want, even though it was the man in my dream that had indicated I should do it.

In comparison with other similar establishments, St Saviour’s orphanage is a large, bleak and imposing building. More a series of buildings attached to each other rather than one building, each builder trying to stamp his authority on the overall structure. Standing in its own private grounds and set back from the road, the only way into the property is by a long and winding driveway. At the rear of the main building are several smaller buildings, an enclosed courtyard next to the old stables and a large walled garden. Foundered by the Marchant family in 1837, it has provided care and shelter for children who have lost their parents at sea, for the past 60 years. Located in the St John’s Wood area of London, it serves, through the family connections with the navy, much of the south coast of England. In keeping with naval traditions, the day-to-day routines and discipline at St Saviour’s are harsh and the children are treated very roughly. This has always been justified as character building, but the staff has always taken full advantage of this excuse, to satisfy their own sadistic lusts. [ part 1 ] Alice Marchant It was into this atmosphere that Alice Marchant was born in 1862, her childhood and teenage years spent learning all about the running of St Saviour’s, that one day she would inherit. During her wonderings around the buildings and grounds, she would enjoy watching the children being punished. When she was older, she always took an active part at the special punishment parades, held in the great hall every Friday night. Special, because the punishments were much more severe and carried out in front a packed hall of complete strangers. She would enjoy wielding the birch rods, which were always used without mercy. Full to capacity audiences, watched as the children were punished and thrilled to their screams and erotic struggles in return for helping to raise much-needed funds. Alice would also enjoy helping matron with the children’s daily hygiene, which included; genital cleansing and enemas of hot castor oil that were kept in for hours afterwards with stout mushroom bungs. Many a child was thrashed for not co-operating during these treatments, although there were some children who were stoic enough to endure them. The result of this stoicism was that they would be treated even more cruelly the next time. Another of Alice’s favourite pastimes was to assist at the children’s sexual response sessions. These would included; forced masturbation and orgasm control training using special harnesses, that tightly encased their genitals and fitted snugly over their tenderised anuses making it very painful to sit and walk. All this ignited a real passion in Alice for this type of activity and when she was twenty, much to her delight, her parents left her in charge of St Saviour’s orphanage to retire and sail on the open seas. Alice now had the chance to develop her passion for inflicting these painful abuses and punishments and she encouraged her staff to compete against each other to find new and exciting ways of making these routines and treatments even more entertaining. Alice had been able to operate St Saviour’s in her own special way since her parents left her in charge nearly fourteen years earlier, but then she received a telegram from the admiralty a couple of years ago, that changed everything. It was announced that new regulations in naval procedures, meant than those orphans who would normally have been sent to St Saviour’s, would now be sent to a newly built naval institution nearer the coast. This also meant that as the children got older and left to return to the navy or go into service, they wouldn’t be replaced. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the admiralty also cut its subsidy, making it more difficult for Alice, to continue operating in the way that she had enjoyed and large debts started to mount. The family capital that funded the running of the orphanage, also started to dwindle as her parents found new ways of enjoying their retirement, but then her world changed. Alice’s, dreams finally became a reality when she inherited St Saviour’s a few month’s ago, after the loss of her parents in a tragic accident at sea. The funeral was a sombre affair, with only Alice, her staff and a few friends from the navy attending. It didn’t take long for her to greave and Alice soon realised that this fate now gave her the opportunity to put the changes she so desperately craved into operation. Heavily in debt and on the brink of her world crumbling around her, Alice made a brave decision. Like-minded individuals would be invited to a meeting and persuaded to become governors and introduce others as patrons. Alice, felt sure that they would take up this opportunity, but would she be able to persuade them to pay for the privilege. Specialist equipment and apparatus would be installed and changes made to the children’s daily routines. Larger and better facilities including an infirmary would be built. A fresh intake of children, boosting St Saviour’s dwindling stock would be purchased from other establishments, through contacts that Alice had made in the trade so to speak and there would be no restriction on how much she could pay to be sure that the children were healthy, attractive, and able to respond favourably to all the sexual and physical abuses they were going to receive. It was now time, Alice decided, to find new ways of measuring the children’s responses to both pain and pleasure. To use drugs to calm their nerves and heighten the sensitivity of their skin making even the lightest spanking feel painful and real thrashings unbearable. New treatments would be introduced such as; the use of nettles and rough massage to awaken tired and flagging genitals. A journal and a photographic record would also be kept, cataloguing the children’s responses to the various treatments and punishments and used to show potential patrons who had been carefully chosen, in the hope of gaining their interest.

Entry One: --- me [Karen], mind reading, Jerry, Hilda Have you ever wanted to know what a guy's thinking when he's looking at your fanny? Or is it obvious enough anyway? I'm clairvoyant. I'm only about average in looks, but at times I know exactly how a guy wants to see me as well as he does. I'm pretty enough and have a good figure. If I choose to I can make myself look like the fantasy he would like to see me as. Does it surprise you that my main use of mind reading is for satisfying my own voyeur tendencies? Should I be out interrogating prisoners? Frankly, I'm not interested in conflicts, either between nations or cops and robbers. I don't owe them anything and have no reason to not just enjoy myself. But knowing what people are thinking about you isn't always fun. I usually want to know, especially if a guy is lusting for me. But if he isn't, and should be, than I guess I'd have been happier not knowing. The best thing is that I know the guy I'm flirting with or fucking is thinking nice things about me. It's easy for me to detect a mean streak long before getting involved with a guy. What's as much fun as reading people's thoughts about me and no risk to my own ego, is reading a guy's thoughts about another girl. And reading her thoughts as well. Hilda, our secretary, has the type of figure I wish I had. I guess I'd like to be taller than her five-two, but otherwise she's nearly perfect. At twenty five, I'm hardly old, but though only six years my junior, she seems like a younger generation. Most of it is probably the difference between a professional woman and a receptionist. There are guys here I'd love to fuck who won't address me by my first name because I have more status then they do. But I don't resent Hilda. Instead I enjoy seeing the thoughts going through the male heads around her. Bees and honey. I probably enjoy peeking around inside her head as much as theirs. She's had two affairs here. But if the guys had any inkling how insecure and eager she actually is, every one of them would already be inside her pants. I know she wouldn't say no to any of them if approached nicely. Not even Harold who fears he'd be impotent with her. Hilda's such a darling she feels sorry for him. One time I caught her thinking that he was older than her father and that he probably needed what she could offer more than any of the younger guys. Harold is a nice old man. But I'd make no better a sex partner for him than Hilda would, because he's a tech and I'm sort of his boss. He doesn't see me as too young, just impossibly higher up the status ladder. He doesn't even get an erection when I wiggle my fanny at him! This morning I watched an erotic encounter Hilda had with Jerry, my boss. Jerry's married but plays around. I've thought of seducing him, but it's less complicated doing it with someone you don't report to. Hilda doesn't work for Jerry, but as a member of management he could easily be accused of harassment if he gave into his fantasies. I know Hilda would never complain, even if he raped her. At least she doesn't think she would. It's one of her favorite fantasies. Not just a generic rape, though she also has that desire. She specifically imagines Jerry cornering her in a closet, pinning her against the wall, and suddenly filling her vagina with his manhood. In her dream, she only mildly resists, and afterwards blackmails him. The payment she demands is that he do it again on a regular basis! Even in her fantasy it's not really rape. In practice, if they ever do get together, he'll ask and she'll willingly comply. Or maybe someday she'll get the courage to ask him. Hilda wears clothes that are a bit risque. But no one seems to mind. Even the older women just smile and think of her as a child playing around. I know if I tried showing off a fancy bra under a translucent blouse, or the shape of my nipples, indicating no bra, under a tight stretchy knit, I'd get frowns from the same women. As a professional, I'm senior to most of these women, so I'm fair game for their back biting. Even the tight clothing and short skirts I often wear give them fuel for gossip. But at twenty five and with a good figure, I'm not about to start wearing loose tailored suits. In fact, I could care less about dressing appropiate to my position. I like making money and having a private office. But each promotion only seems to put me farther apart from the younger crowd that I'd like to stay a part of. I don't ever want to become a manager. I have to admit, however, that with her looks, age, and personality, the teenage teaser clothes look better on Hilda then on me when I wear stuff like that outside of work. When Jerry walked up to her desk she stood up as she always does. This still means she has to look up at everybody, even me. Most people think she does it because she doesn't have to look up as much. It took me a while to decide that she's trying to show off her legs. Not just trying, either. Hilda wants everyone to like her, even me. Maybe not everyone. She could care less about the same older women who are so tolerant of her. She looks down on any woman who doesn't try to look sexually attractive. If such a female has potential she's a prude. If she's just old or ugly than Hilda thinks she's pathetic. Hilda apparently places me higher in her ratings of females than most of my male coworkers. She's always seen me as an equal competitor, possibly a friend, and could care less where I fit in the professional pecking order. I knew Hilda wanted to be my friend. I just didn't know if I'd enjoy mentally snooping on her nearly as much. Usually, it makes me feel a little guilty. So I was friendly with her, and she liked me. But she didn't quite feel she could be intimate with me. Yet someday there'd be some crisis, and being the closest thing here she has to a female friend she'd come crying on my shoulder, and I'd be stuck. This mind reading thing makes it hard to keep friends. And it hurts when I lose one. This morning, when Jerry walked up to her desk, Hilda got up and stepped away from it, giving him a good view of her whole figure. In three inch heels, she's about five-five and looks all legs. Well, not all legs. The rest of her certainly gets noticed as well. Jerry was trying not to look too obvious while looking. Although he wasn't looking at me I could see what he was thinking. This is what Jerry was thinking. Apparently he'd been thoroughly enjoying the upper view before she got up from her desk. And today Hilda was wearing a see-through with a fancy bra underneath. It sort of pushed her up, while baring most of her glands above the nipples. The bra was lacy, with a pattern covering her nipples. It looked like elsewhere you might be seeing her skin through the transparent lace. But it could also be a nude colored lining behind the lace. In which case the object was still to make it look like her tits were fully exposed, not just on top. And knowing that a girl wants to look naked is as much a turn on for most males as seeing her actually naked. I readily admitted to myself that her breasts looked very sexy. Hilda has a beautiful baby face with luxurious long blonde hair. Now, standing up, he just had to give the rest of her the attention her waist, fanny and legs demanded. Of course, Jerry had seen all this before. Hilda never wears anything remotely conservative. Jerry didn't mind giving her crotch some attention. He'd just wanted to savor her tits for a while longer. Hilda's sexiness is so automatic she's not even aware of most of it. When I ask her something, she stands up. It's just habit. Besides she doesn't even know she doing it to show off her legs. When she's walking anywhere and there's someone behind her that cute little ass of hers puts on it's own display. Even when it's me behind her. I don't think she cares. There might be someone else with me. Or maybe she wouldn't mind having me as a lover. I know she's had girl-girl relationships. In fact, I know too much about her to ever be honest with her. I also know she prefers men. However, I've seen her walk by when she didn't see me. And that fanny of hers takes on a different mode when there's no reason to make any special effort. Her regular walk is quite pretty, just not as sexy. Jerry had some documents he wanted copied. Normally, he'd have just done it himself. It wasn't a big job, hardly worth bothering someone else about. Nor was this something Hilda was supposed to do. But she welcomed small tasks to keep busy. She welcomed almost any task that gave her an excuse to get up and walk around. The copier was about a hundred feet down the hall, and he watched her walk to it. He was still watching when she bent over to fill the paper tray. Hilda was putting on her usual show but was also consciously aware of his attention and enjoying ever second of it. Her skirt wasn't unusually short, but she made sure it rode up enough to show a bit of her panties. At the rate these two were going, she'd finish the task with him still there gawking at her. Though this acknowledgment of his purpose would have pleased her, Jerry himself didn't want to be so blatant. "Stand still and pretend you're talking with me" I said, after walking past him and turning around, so that while looking at me he was still looking at her. "She wants you to look anyway, so go ahead." Jerry and I have this unusual relationship. One time when I caught him looking down my blouse, after intentionally presenting him with the temptation, I laid several things on the line. The first thing was that I loved it when he did it. Second was that showing him my bra was my way of sublimating my desire to go to bed with him. "Jerry. You're my boss, and you're married. I know you fool around a little, and if you weren't my boss I wouldn't mind being one of your girlfriends. And if you weren't married we could pretend it was something more than just sex. But until I find myself working for someone else, we'll have to contend ourselves with just looking. Don't be disappointed. We could reorganize anytime. Anyway, you don't need another lover on the side, and peeking at my panties could spice up the afternoons for both of us." As I said this, I pulled up my skirt. I was wearing transparent panties so it was really my pubes I showed him. Since then I've flirted with him incessantly. It's fun because with our understanding, I can't go too far. With other guys, I could find myself either in bed when that hadn't been my intention, or being accused of being a cock tease. In fact, my activities with Jerry if they'd been one sided, could be called sexual harassment. But Jerry enjoys looking as much as I enjoy showing. I've met his wife several times, and somehow she knows I'm not one of his lovers. Maybe she doesn't really know, but I know she thinks she knows because of my special ability. Since I'm an attractive woman who's constantly around her husband and not screwing him, she sees me as an ally. Maybe in fact, my little displays do curb some of his interest in extracurricular sex with other women. I know without using my special ability, that he loves the entertainment I give him. But not being his lover, I have no reason to mind him giving Hilda the same type of attention. "You know she's practically jail bait for you. If you're really hard up, I'll go to bed with you. As a favor. But if you're not desperate, I think you should stick to your regular girlfriends or your wife. By the way, if you show any more interest in her, she's going to proposition you. Better slow down a little if you don't want to find yourself in that position. But I certainly understand your desire to enjoy the view. She practically has me wetting my pants. And I prefer men!" "Is my interest that obvious?" "To me it is. Probably to anyone else who can see the bulge in your pants. Anyway, there isn't a guy working here who can avoid looking at that sexy fanny when she walks by. I see all the erections, while you guys are too busy looking at her to notice each other." He was cool enough to avoid looking down at his crotch. He could feel his erection, and knew that looking at it would accomplish nothing. We'd passed the point in our relationship where he'd have any reason to hide it from me. In fact, when I was giving him a show I practically demanded he show it to me as a reward for my efforts. Yet we both knew that I wasn't the least bit jealous that this sign of interest was due to Hilda not me. In fact, I was probably the only person inside the building, maybe even anywhere, with whom he could safely discuss his erotic interest in a girl half his age. He thought of himself as a hopeless suitor, being married and much older. I could have told him that she lusted for him in spite of his age. But, of course, that was one think I didn't tell him. "What color are her panties?" "Huh?" "Come on, she just flashed them at you, didn't she?" "Was that intentional?" Jerry had this idea that, being a woman, I knew what other women were thinking. I don't know how many times I've told him I could tell what he's thinking. Usually, if we're alone, he looks down at his crotch, which always gives both of us a laugh. I'm always telling people that someone's thoughts are obvious, and people assume I mean it in the usual sense. Jerry's belief in my ability to know other woman was a bit too close to the truth. However, I was careful not to react negatively. I simply answered his question. "Pretty much. It's so natural for her that she can't help it. But she knows she just showed you her panties. She even knows exactly how much she showed you. I'd guess it was between two and three inches. With bikinis that low cut, much more and she'd be showing you the waist band. Hip huggers like those stop about eight inches below her real waist. When she stands up and pulls her skirt back down, you can see the outline quite clearly. Of course you've already had the opportunity. You know that whenever a girl wears a tight white skirt she knows she's telling everybody what she has underneath. Showing off the outline of your panties is even considered a style today. I've seen tights advertised that have seams where you'd wear a thong. Seen through your dress or slacks people think that's what you're wearing. Letting people know or think you wear thong underwear is the new in thing, like going braless a few years ago. Hilda knows we can all see the outline of her bikinis. It's not as suggestive, I suppose, as her mammary display. But every little bit helps. Her fanny display and chest display only compliment each other." "Much the same as having two pretty and sexy women in the area is more fun than having just either one of you." His smile when he looked at me made it perfectly clear I was the other woman. Well, after all the flashing I'd done, and all the resulting erections, we both knew without saying anything that he considered me attractive. I could hear behind me that Hilda had finished, and was walking toward us. I turned to look at her. If a person's feeling a strong emotion like lust, I can read them even if we're both looking in opposite directions. But if the persons looking at me or thinking about me I can do better. I do better still if I'm looking at them, like I was now doing with Hilda. She wasn't quite looking at me, more at Jerry. But even without full eye contact I could read her thoughts perfectly. With full eye contact I can always read surface thoughts perfectly even if the person is trying to hide them. Hilda wasn't trying to hide anything, mental or physical. As soon as she decided she couldn't successfully tempt Jerry, she began striving even harder to do so. Her posture became so good that to Jerry it looked like her tits were about to poke right through everything. No minimizer bras for that female! As much as I liked looking at Hilda's chest when she was in the mood to flaunt herself, it was even more erotic to look in Jerry's eyes and see his mental image of her. Jerry was having so much trouble controlling himself that he was almost curt with her when she handed him the papers. As he turned away, the look on her face was distressed. She hardly was aware of me looking at her, until I said something. "Hilda, I think I need to go to the ladies room. Perhaps you'd like to accompany me?" She immediately recognized the ancient formulae for "lets go talk about men". She followed me, more curious about what I'd say than hurt by Jerry's cold response. I'd just told myself earlier that I didn't want to become intimate with this delectable example of sweet femininity, and here I was about to give her advice. Or maybe just guidance. Either way, I'd opened myself to the relationship she wanted even more than hopping in bed with Jerry. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for him to control himself around you? The reason he left so suddenly was that he was about to cream in his pants!" For some reason she found this delightfully funny, and for a while couldn't stop giggling. I admit, I laughed along with her, in spite of the fact that I knew Jerry had ejaculated and was now in his office trying to clean himself off. It had caused him a degree of distress. "Hilda. He loves looking at you, especially when you do things like bend over showing him your panties. But he's afraid of having an affair with you. He's even afraid of discussing it. And all this time he thinks you'd reject him anyhow. If you want to have an affair with him you could easily seduce him. But it won't make him happy. And if he's not happy, you won't be either. You're not the type to get pleasure only for yourself out of a relationship. Actually, the happiest you could make him is by just doing what you do now, if he just had some way of being sure it wasn't going any farther." "But he's having affairs with other women, isn't he?" "Yes. And no, I'm not one of them. I don't actually know who they are, but I know they're older than me and all married. Women Martha doesn't have to be worried about. With you he's afraid he'd start thinking silly things, like leaving her. And that would be silly because they love each other. He just needs more variety than one woman can give a man. But from us, all he needs or wants is a little tease show. And that's what you want to give him, isn't it?" "I guess so. I never thought about it that way. I think I enjoy showing off to my boyfriends even more than having sex with them. But usually I'd feel guilty flirting with a guy if I wasn't prepared to go all the way. I never flirted with a married man before coming here. I guess that makes the situation a lot different." "Well, the best thing to do with Jerry is enjoy the showing off without bothering with the sex. Best for his sake, and you'll get the most enjoyment out of it as well." "Karen, are you busy tonight?" This was what I knew would happen. Actually, I kind of liked the idea of being friends with Hilda. It was just the probable eventual breakup I wasn't looking forward to. One thing that helped prolong some friendships was being very honest about myself, except for telling about my special ability. This always encourages the other girl to open up as well. And surprisingly, it often works with men as well. If Hilda volunteered information about herself, it would be less likely that I'd accidentally reveal information I wasn't supposed to have. In my experience, women love to be able to bare all to a friend or lover, exposing and opening up their mind and soul as much or even more than their bodies. Maybe the two go together. The few prudish women I've known were also very closed mouth about their feelings. I agreed to have supper with Hilda and make an evening of it.

His scent….I can still smell it in the coffee. I thought this was over. Done and finished with to be no more once again. But these were his final words to me before I went far away from where he could follow and track me. With a staid and heavily serious expression, he looked into my vigilant and alert damn eyes to tell me the harsh and cruel-like words themselves: “You think you can succeed to get away from me. The honest truth is that you can barely triumph to do anything like that. I will be there with you wherever it is that you run off to. I will haunt you always and without any slight bit of fail. You will not live to see the joy and happiness of life itself. I swear on this. You will not ever enjoy life and all the goodly qualities that it boasts and possesses!” I am all alone. Everyone has already gone by this time. I am seated still and fixed frozen and motionless here, typing and resolving out a few things that Turner will want to see finished and carried through by the dawn of tomorrow coming, Tuesday--7 April 2020 that is. Well, I should finish this up quickly and get on going my way. I probably and definitely should. I am not dragging any helplessly tired foot out of this office up till I am through and ended with the present task at hand here. It is sharply cold and chilly outside here. Midtown Las Vegas, Nevada State. Damn it! I forgot to carry and bring my coat with me here for work. And now I will have to suffer and pay for that silly damn mistake of mine. Crap it straight into the bin. I have no other alternative than to pull through the whole nasty and excruciating ordeal. As I make my way through the restless people, I wonder what it will be like if I were to meet Charles anew. He is the monster….he has always been the monster, who won’t rest until he has devoured and consumed me up into nothingness. Oh God! Does it have to turn out like this yet again? Huh? I expect to find some cabs here at the Trill Manor Junction Square. Rather, I see and sight absolutely nothing at all. What does this have to mean then? It is either I take a tramcar or maybe a public train straight damn to my apartment. Schroeder must be waiting. Hard; restless; like a bee that has not yet come across that valuable and precious something that it is searching and scouring for. I wonder why she still hasn’t called me up already…..I only wonder…..I ring her up instead. “Hey. You have been expecting me to show up there, haven't you, sweet chocolate babe?” “No. And I wouldn’t miss you if you slept out there in the cold or in whatever damn shack it is that you feel like taking a nap in.” “Sorry to disappoint you. I am actually on my way there.” “Alone?” “Yes, I am all alone. I got from the office quite a little bit late than normal and acceptable. I thought you were supposed to process and read that on your own, or were not you, sweet babe?” “No problem, Tori. I will be waiting for you. Safe journey on your part!” I make it late to the rail station. I am expecting that they have closed by now. I will have no choice but to get on a public bus. Three hours of walking? I can’t bear that anymore. I have gone on foot enough already this early morning. It is now night, and somebody with a sick and wicked mind that I don’t know might attack and assault me for no any sound or sane reason at all. I have heard enough of such horror stories already. And I don’t want to be on another episode of The Tragic Most Things That Might Happen To You At Night Time with Brody Cooper interviewing and interrogating me throughout the whole painful and agonizing recalling-up ordeal of mine. Duh—huh! It is twenty minutes now since I have been last walking on the street alone there. I am perched and stooled down at some Rail Depot—I forgot to call up and even swat up its name. This shouldn’t be terrible though. What matters is that I get home—straight into Courtney’s loving and supportive arms and hug and tell her what the hell I’ve been exactly through and for what purposes precisely. Yeah……yeah! Enough of this silly brain talk for now! The tramcar is moving slowly and bit by bit. I feel like I should kick and smash its windows up for eating and chewing up my time very slowly and annoyingly before my very own face and eyes. Yeah! Even yell and shout out at the driver like I am the hornet of a big, awful train itself. What is he even thinking? Wait a second! Has not he been drinking too much liquor—huh? There is a couple seated right there in front of me, chatting and smiling and laughing to themselves. How do I know they are apparently wed and jingled-the-bell-up? Well, the way the are postured and positioned in the face of the other…..it is all so obvious and evident. If that’s not truthfully so, maybe one of them is preferably married, possibly the man who looks very much older and senior than the poor girl my own exact age. Hmnnnn. She is going out with my grandpa, right? Bad choice on her part! It is not that I envy and feel jealous for her. I just don’t. I solely question if he really and to the fullest brim makes her intensely and incredibly happy. What about you yourself, Tori? My conscious asks and conjectures me. Me? I am happy and very much free with the way I am presently. Okay. This is my plan for now. First work hard and diligently in life. Then after that find someone worth your whole attention to marry and settle down with. Maybe I should do the actual opposite. Like throw myself into the big pool of love before I get ugly and dispeacable and then seek my life and goals and desires later on? No way. It would be torture to me, I swear. I just what to get what I want to nab first, and then nab and hold on to other things later on. Back in the Cape, so many people who knew me were every time wondering why I never became jealous at all if they happened to be paired into strings and groupings of two that romantic and affectionate way. My dreams come first just like my precious damn life itself. I don’t want anything to get in my way. Unfortunately and very much sadly, a lot way more things than I thought possible have harassed and badgered me up. But this has not stopped me from fighting and contending to be where I want to get myself to. Love careless sometimes can ruin up your entire building of life and priceless wishes. Better keep it in watch and safeguard than regret it later on. Okay, I could have stayed with Charles or Pearly, and made them both wildly happy and in seventh heaven……all at the expense of risking what I have long worked for and wanted to have in life? Hell no! I was faced with a choice. I had to choose between them and my coming self. And I went on for the later. Like they say, no sacrifice comes without any sort of painful cost. I had to suffer some things just to lose them and thereafter in the end score the ball into the goal post and triumph furiously. I hope I don’t have to come to this scenario again. Finally, I am a few bearable steps away from home. As I walk in the breezing and fanning cold, I am thinking of what else I have to do with my coming spare time. Yes. I can be sort of a careless and unthinking alcoholic most frequently of the times. But then there are those precise times that a thoroughly tired and to the inch dead beat exhausted lazy me do not do any sort of tad bit mite work. I am thinking. What better way than to fall in love now? Yes, it would be all wonderful and beautifully great indeed. I mean…….I am good-looking and socially standard and average in character and deeds. It would be not be that much hard to find love here and any goodly shoulder that I can lean and brace myself on. Stop it, Tori. Don’t think about love……it will just come to you on an unexpected moment, and you better just keep your heart open and highly willing to receive it. At times I do feel that I am left out and lagging behind in this whole love thing. But then I hardly and barely am not. My heart and instincts tell me so. If I die young and beautiful without ever deeply and heavily falling in love then that will be it. If I do, the excellent and better still! Dying young again? It can easily happen….it has taken place so many times with so many people after all. When I push the door open, I see Courtney perched and seated down there on the mammoth brown couch where she is typing up and surfing something on the net on her laptop. What? A dating site? She is dating Gavin now and they both met on some dating website online. Of course! Things don’t have to end online there. They have met and hanged out with each other a couple row times now. “Chatting with Gavin?” I ask her coolly and steadily as I close the door behind me. “Kind of,” she replies calmly and sedately. “He is as of now in some night club with his guy friends. I wonder what manners and mentalities they are etching up into his proud mind. And I hope it doesn’t affect and touch me afterwards on, or will it, Tori?” “You know how guys are like. You can’t restrain them from what they want to be—or can you?” “You are right there, sweet buddy.” “Good. What is there to eat for supper if I may ask?” “Am I your cook?” She gives me that go-find-out-in-the-kitchen-for-yourself look that is a bit impolite and bitter to some marginal extent. Fuck her for it! Jeez! This girl and her bossy behavior! It drives me nuts and crackers like I am going to choke and throttle her up direct on the throat. Seriously! Our kitchen is sizeable but not so big again, neither is it that all inconsiderably and helplessly small either. No, it is perfectly not. It is well and nicely kept. And all so magically and beautifully clean. If you see it, you will be like, “This certainly has to be polished up for some perfect GO-SPOTLESS advert.” Courtney and I always like it this trim and immaculate sort of. What must I eat for tonight, huh? A cup of yoghurt will do, with boiled eggs and Italian Pane Siciliano bread and the Chinese Keanu Reaves chicken salads and a bit slice of Berwick—or is it Bacon sandwich? Whichever name is suitable. This is what I want to gobble and guzzle up for tonight. Seriously; dummy! Once in the living room, I seat and entrench myself right next to Courtney. She is there on her laptop, busy typing and scribbling something up. “So what is going on here if I may ask—pardon me, girl, but I have to be snoopy and dowdy with you just this once more time around?” Her eyes wander to me and then stray off back to her huge laptop screen. “It is just that…….I am telling him not to misbehave and annoy me up. If he does, I won’t forgive or let him off for it.” My God! This woman here with her long flowing red hair is extremely beautiful. I, on the contrary, have long cascading chestnut brown hair and dark goldish skin and sparkling amber-like eyes. Yes. I am from Western Cape in South Africa and my name is Tori Wolf. Before I moved my way here, I was back there in the tip and farthest off south of Africa, trifling and messing around with Charles Berlusconi. The only thing I want right now is to have him kicked and booted mercilessly out of my heart and life itself. He has no rightful and deserving place here. Screw him for that! “And you? You are still thinking about Charles Berlusconi right?” My God! It is slightly a little bit painful to accept that I would devote my priceless and golden moments over just fantasizing and drooling about him. Well, this is not the actual and verifiable truth. I once loved him. So very much indeed; but not anymore! I can’t escape him now. He is part of my history and gone life itself. And I have to live with him in my heart without loving him up till the day that I breathe my last in this small sick little world of ours. It is the same on his part too. The guy is this dazzlingly beautiful, and you don’t always get around to see his drop-dead type anyhow, and he has lots and lots more of girls or even less or just one like he wants to. I have literature.com and Hollywood celeb gossip-up life myself. Yes. I am so much interested and absorbed in Hollywood and its glamorous celebrities. I do work for some Paparazzi agency here in Las Vegas part time. I lost Charles. He lost me. We both lost each other, but the beautiful truth is that I would never be more happier than I am now if I were with him. He has got another totally different life from mine. He wants to be a Pastor, I dare hear. He wants to be The Ladies’ Best Man, I dare unravel. I want to embrace and love Hollywood. There is no way we can fit in together like this. I will want to write and scrawl all latest celebrity articles, and he will be just there, telling me I should rather stop my nonsense and sing for him ‘Amazing Grace’ continually. I will want to fan and follow my favorite stars, and he will be ever looking upon them and their achievements to be nothing other than the works and master-crack-pieces and organizations of the Great Illuminati itself. I will be a wicked remediless devil before his very eyes and face. I just don’t mean to say that I cannot be spiritual and very much godly focused. I can be! But we will and shall evermore be very different in deeds and tastes. I want to eat the Bologna sandwich. He wants hell-names-what inexistent sandwich. “I am not thinking about Charles Berlusconi, Courtney. Or maybe you want me to start drooling and falling madly in love with him all over again?” “No, Tori. I didn’t say that.” “Then don’t make me think about him another time. Or if you dare do, know that he is not the most important thing that matters to me in my life right now. You hear that, chocolate girl?” “Sure, candy sexy Tori.” “Thanks by the way. Who told you I am hot damn candy sexy?” “Don’t talk as if I don’t get around to see you strutting about naked on your way to the Jacuzzi. You have a so hot body just like mine that you should let it be enjoyed and relished by dudes.” “Not for now, silly intelligent girl. Drop the act—please, I add kindly.” “Fine.” She has almost given up on me. Wow! This neighborhood is the most perfect and to some dimension not roughly noiseless. I have lived in places before that were noisy and drumming incessantly like a rock musical concert that starts without any sure and distinct ending. At least everyone here seems to be minding their own business. Or if they are not, they are not all that overly snoopy doggy type so as to make a living out of spying on other people’s lives and advancements and downfalls. I know what I am describing here. I have met and seen it with my very own eyes before! “So, girl, what do you think ‘bout falling in love this time around again?” Courtney asks me noiselessly and gently calm. I am thinking……Tori falling in love again? It would be wonderfully cool. But whom does this has to be this time ‘round? “I don’t know. What about you?” “You deserve to be in love, man! Go think it all over again.” I laugh out loud. “I have waited for this moment so long. To be twenty-five, and free, and to fall so deep in love thoughtlessly and without any tad bit of worries about it.” “As in what people will say and talk about you, right?” “I don’t care about that. People unfailingly talk. I see no reason why they should stop talking about me being in love. They must carry on with their truth and lie blended dirty talk, but I do not care or give any slightest mite damn as concerns it. I can be in love with whomever it is that I feel like. I cannot be in love if I don’t want to be. This is not a forcing matter; and this is not a people-shying and shrinking away from matter.” “It is good to learn that you have grown this fast already, freaky girl.” “Thank you—I really appreciate it.” “So can I bring him over?” Holy shit! Who now? Who has been eyeing and thinking of hearts and roses about me? Who is this one? I always feel very much uncomfortable being looked and espied at like……crap! As a matter of fact, I am not able to look people in the eyes and face for that relatively long either. If I do, it will not be me but somebody else. That is just how I am. And some people find this to be seriously and terribly annoying of me. I don’t just care. But I can be nagging and a pain in the ass most of the times. It is just that I have to work hard at concealing it. But this one, considering that he has been looking at me without my attention and awareness, I am not bothered or stressed up by it at all. No—I am not shy. I am just very much conscious and overreacting at times. “Who is this WHO, Courtney?” “I won’t reveal his name to you, but I just want you to know that somebody has been observing and monitoring you seriously.” Oooooh! I didn’t know or expect that either. Who could he be? Do I know him or not? I can’t tell this too soon. No way possible! I have studied how I fall in love and came up with this discovery: If I fall in love with someone good and peacefully well at start, we will end up violently and dramatically and scandalously bad and ugly. But if I step into love with hatred and bitterness and non-peacefulness, then we will end up well and beautifully. This was so true with Charles himself. I started hating and despising him, and in the long run, we were both tender and affectionate and dearest and blah…..blah………blah. But like they say, not every fairy tale is meant to last happily ever after. I could have been everything that he wanted me to be. I could have tallied and remained long in his presence so he can come and spend wonderful, glorious times with me. At first I was almost all this until it clicked into me from nowhere particularly that falling in love with him would change me and my gleeful visions and whole being and self into someone that I would not have wanted to be in the very first place. And that’s what made me become so indifferent and negligent towards him. I deeply want someone that I can relate to and share the same or if not harmonizing then corresponding world with. And that someone is not Charles Berlusconi either. “So who is this one, Courtney?” I ask eagerly and patiently. I can’t wait to hear that valuable name. Not that I am in love with him already. No way possible. I just want to know who it is. I mean is he worth the sacrifice and everything else from me? “You shall be meeting him on the rightful good time. That’s all I can reveal, Tori. Goodnight for now.” And off she goes straight to her bedroom, leaving me wondering and thinking about everything that she has actually said. Someone interested in me? It must be a total joke. I was not looking forward to anything like this, or was I? No way probable. In my bed, I can’t sleep. I close my eyes and truly I see him there. Charles Berlusconi. Why won’t he leave me alone? I don’t want to think about him or even see him any more. Enough has been enough of us. But he is just there in my reality and imaginary world. Whenever I notice and realize that I am starting to fall for him deeper and more deeper again, I do everything in my power and will to forget and erase him from my priceless feelings and heart. I can’t go on like this………I have to be with someone else in order to forget him. Only then will he stop harassing and badgering me up as he will be fully aware that I am no longer his but part and whole parcel of someone else. I find myself thinking back to this particular day. I am at Kaapstad Church with Ally, walking outside when a Charles-Berlusconi age mate says out raucously as if asking someone else, “Hey you, where is my woman, huh? Where is she?” Oh, he is meaning Mirth. Tori’s natural rival. I am also wondering where she is too. Where are you, Mirth, please? Your guy man here wants you, dear!? Before long, Charles appears from that other side. He is with his sibling brother, walking gracefully and assuredly. Then they stand still and begin to click-clack something on their phones. This is not the first time they are playing this kind of game on me! I don’t know what their plans and intentions are, but whatever it is that they want from me, they are not going to get or win it eventually. No way will I let that ever happen. I am determined to slip away from his trap and catch on the other hand too. It may be painful; but then it is not any bit painful at all. I have to get away from him. Fast; hurriedly; and assuredly too. Even if they growl and snarl at me like gone-mad-dogs for solely that. I have to do it. I have done it before after all—and I can do it well and excellently again. Mirth is the most beautiful girl that I have ever met. She lives in me, Tori. She is part of me. We are both different in nature and behavior and characteristics. She is just there inside me—my helpful conscious, the voice that always speaks in my mind and tells me what to do and what not to. She is a being and person of her own, and I know that one soon coming day, she will manifest herself to me in her own full beauty and glory and attractiveness. For now, her beauty is of gentle quietness as if it has never had being at all. Charles. That is the name that rings in my mind like a bell when I wake up. I can see him. Right there before me. I know what he is. I know what he does, which no one else does not really know and are even not fully conscious of. Mirth made it all clear and apparent to me much to my own shock and mesmerism. Enough of this silly mentality now. Ah-ah! Life does not begin and end with him. I was born and raised up without him after all. I will die without him in the very end. No wonder I must be in love any sooner from now. I don’t want Charles’ name echoing and pealing in my nasty damn quiet mind and his handsomely face bothering and tormenting me up. Some other name must be ringing in my mind like sweet music. My heart and whole naked self must belong to someone else. I have to be in love sooner than possible so that I can forget and be finally and triumphantly over Charles. Yes! Very quickly indeed! Whew! What a relief it shall be for me only then! Courtney is up early. Las Vegas is a very busy town and place, I am aware. So preoccupied and active just like most towns here in the USA and the overall world itself. DUH-UH! “Good morning, Tori,” she whispers and hisses to me in between a seemingly crucial phone call. Of course! It is obvious that she is talking and shooting the breeze up with Garvin Wright. He is her man and protector after all. He has every right in the world to talk with his girl and learn what she is doing and what she is as well up to. And me myself? I have Hollywood to spare me the die with envy and jealousy phase. Fast to my online world. What’s fresh and trending here in TINSELTOWN? Holy shit…….some newly celebrity has gotten her first big ever role in a $95 million budget action horror movie about zombies and the undead and I have that opportunity and chance to interview her about it. Yes. I shall work my way into it early this afternoon. Celebrities are cool, fashionable people. I know. They are human, and not THE ALL SUPREME AND SOVEREIGN GOD. For that we must not worship and idolize them. Too sad this is not the case anymore. Many and so often a time, their fans revere and look up to them like they are really divine and worth the Godly status. I wonder. Are such fans merely jocular and fooling around or are they serious and kill-dame-hater state devoted and attached to them. I can’t truly tell. And I myself being a celebrity? Have I ever imagined that? Oh yes—we all have, in those relatively silly and unrealistic moments of ours in the blithe and glee of life. But you know what? Reality always has a nasty sweet little surprise for us in store, or does it not? Some of us come to be bigger or smaller celebrities themselves whether we like it or not, we plan it or not, we kill for it or not—and the rest of us will always have something valuably and far much important to do in our lives. That is just life. Don’t envy a Hollywood star, Tori, they are much the same just like you, only that they are more loaded in their pockets….and more importantly, famous and well-known than you. This—my most beautiful Mirth advices and counsels me frankly. I don’t want to be star, mama! I am tempted to wish and dream to be like one every passing minute, but I know that I will not be such either in this life or the one to come if opted-for by me. Work is the usual. Enjoyable and interesting in the early hours of the morning, and then tedious and unbearably exhausting as the sun goes on. I work at The Young’s by morning. Not as a full-time employee. I do part-time work here. They haven’t shifted and crossed me over into their full-time category yet. Only after they have seen how good or worse I work and how worthy or not I am for the consummate employee sort of office and assignment. We are into advertising and marketing here. And I handle all the receptionist duties and obligations. Mr. Logan Hamilton is my boss. I am under his charge and direction. His office is just a few breaths next to my small comfortable desk that has got a very expensive Mac computer and technological equipment displayed and accommodated on it. The building itself is all high and soaring and thirty-two floored up. But not so is my job title and wage scale itself. I make up to $35,000.00 per year, and I am very much happy and satisfied about it. When toiling in the afternoon at the Graham House of Paparazzi, I make a bit lot much more there depending on how successful and triumphant I have been in my endeavors and achievements. If I do well, I get paid well. If I do badly, even the pay and all the other allowances are bad as well. The highest thing I sold was about $15000.00, and I got a small tiny 1% of that. Seriously! That is just life on my part, and I have come to learn to accept and embrace it. It be for better, for the worse still: for richer, for poorer: for beautiful, for uglier still. I don’t know how ‘Great’ or ‘small’ I will be in this life. I just keep going and carrying on with everything that befalls me. I know that I do not have my life and destiny under my wish and control. If I did, I could be all the great-most things that I want to be in this life. But then I am not. Neither am I horribly awfully poor either. I am not high, but then again I am not any low. Thank God for it! Courtney Schroeder. She comes from an agreeably wealthy and affluent background. Some rumors suppose that her father is a grand multimillionaire himself. On the phone, she is always like, "Hey daddy, you know what? My five old month car just broke up. I really need a new one. Will you do me a favor of getting me it? Momma, can you believe I saw this beautiful Gucci dress at some shopping mall here in town. Even Tori here with me liked it. I want you to spoil your girl a little bit by buying her it. Will you do that please? It is just two thousand dollars, mother! Cole. I need you to deposit XXXX dollars into my Barclays Bank account. That's an order from Dad and not me." For all this, I do not envy or plot to kill her with my own two bloody hands. She is all rich because she is lucky. I wish her well even though I am not entitled to the very same privileges as she is. Yeah! For real....... Keyshawn Gibson is the freshest Hollywood big break trending now. Only time will prove how big she is to become. For now, she has appeared in over eight hit movies as a supporting cast and she is as of presently making her first ever film starring in 'Clawed' as Suey Eastwood, an Irish top most assassin who gets hired to kill the American president. In the movie, she has never ever failed with her former targets, but will she this time around? Regardless, I am going to interview Key Gib in person this very present day and I must prepare and do my beforehand and earlier-on Internet research and survey about her. Will you come join me, huh?

Going for a walk. 20 years ago, I guess you would have called me a player. I was young, fairly good looking, self employed as an artist with a long list of clients, and lived in a great condo on the near north side of Chicago over looking lake Michigan. I dated a steady bevy of beautiful women, almost all of whom, wound up in my bed. Life was good. As time goes by though, we mature and eventually I wanted to move from the hustle and bustle of city life. My art, these days, had grown into a lucrative website design business and that I could do from anywhere so, after 20 years of living in the city, I decided to find a nice, little place in the country. After 3 months of looking I found the perfect spot. Just 45 minutes southwest of the city, set on a quiet, rural road on a couple acres of wooded property. As soon as I got settled I started walking in the evenings. Walking was my favorite work out and it kept me slim and trim. It had become a ritual of mine. I’d been walking every evening for the last several years. In fact, taking a long walk in the evening was one of the factors that led to my decision to move. I just didn’t feel safe walking in downtown Chicago anymore. The road I lived on, though extremely dark, was, otherwise, perfect for walking. I had measured it. From my house to the end of the road and back was just over 4 miles. Since there were only 6 houses on that whole stretch of road, it was very quiet and peaceful. The only fly in the ointment, was a jack-ass kid who lived up the street with his parents. I got the low down on him from a neighbor just after I had moved in. It seems no one in the neighborhood liked him. A tall, strong kid of 19 or 20, he and his 5 or 6 buddies, pretty much, terrorized the area with their hot rods, driving up and down the road at 70 and 80 mph. It seemed everyone in the neighborhood was afraid to challenge him in any way so he did what ever he wanted. Even his parents were, either afraid of him themselves, or just didn’t care what he did. The only good thing was his younger sister. A beautiful blond with the body of an angel. My guess was that she was 16 or 17 years old. I would see her sunbathing in their back yard sometimes. I maybe 43 years old, but I still love looking at gorgeous, young ladies. On several occasions, Jake, that’s the jack-asses name, and I tangled. Several times I screamed at the top of my lungs as he drove his souped up Mustang by me like we were at the Indy 500. I called the cops a few times, only to be told they couldn’t do anything unless they saw him themselves. I made no secret of the fact that I had called them and vowed to continue calling the cops until I got results. On one particular beautiful evening, several months ago, I decided to double my walk. The sky was clear and I could actually see the stars now that I was in the county. As I walked past the home of my nemesis, I saw the garage door was open and Jack and several of his buddies were inside drinking beer and being their vulgar selves. I kept walking to the end of the road, then turned and started back. This time, as I approached the house, Jack and his buddies were standing at the side of the road with an extra beer. “Hey man,” said Jack, “have a beer with us.” “No thanks,” I said, as I continued to walk by. “Ah come one, no hard feelings. I don’t want to keep fighting, we’re neighbors.” Jake’s words seemed to be sincere. Well, this looks promising, I thought. Threatening to call the cops certainly didn’t help, maybe I can get him to slow down by using some strategy. Had I known his parents were on a two week vacation and Jack and his sister were home alone, I may have reconsidered, I’m not sure. Jack and his friends were all smiles as he stretched out his hand to offer me the open beer. “Okay, thanks,” I said as took the beer and started to bring the bottle to my lips. As I tilted back my head and put my mouth around the opening, I immediately realized the liquid in the bottle was not beer. I had never tasted piss before, but from the smell and the taste, I was sure they had pissed in the bottle. I could hear the guys laughing as I spit the foul stuff in the lawn. “You bast,” before I could get the rest of my cursing out of my mouth, I felt a sharp blow to the right side of my face and stumbled backwards, right into one of the other guys who grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. Before I could get out another word, Jack lunged forward with his knee and caught me perfectly, right in the crotch. I immediately saw stars. The pain was intense. I tried to double over to relieve some of it, but Jack’s friend still had my arms pinned behind me and kept pulling me up. My body broke out in a cold sweat and I was fighting to keep from going unconscious. I could feel Jake squeezing my cheeks together and forcing the bottle in my mouth, but I couldn’t do much about it. “Are you refusing our hospitality?” he asked as he forced the piss down my throat. I tried to move my head to keep from drinking but someone grabbed my hair from behind and held it in place. I tried to spit it out but they forced me to swallow about half the bottle. I was still in excruciating pain. I was hoping, now that they made me drink their piss, that they would let me go, but no such luck. I could feel someone undoing my belt and pulling my pants and underpants down to my ankles. I felt the cool, night air caressing my sore privates. I was still in a fog as I felt a guy under each arm drag me down the drive and into the garage. I could hear the garage door going down as they dropped me on the cold, concrete floor. The pain from Jake’s knee was finally starting to subside. As someone started to remove my shoes I tried kicking and fighting back, but I was no match for all of these young, strong men. They subdued me with little effort. Jake was giving orders to rip my shirt off and take off my shoes, socks, pants, and underpants. In no time I was laying there completely naked. Jake was kneeling on my back keeping me on my stomach while someone else had a hold of my hair again. “Hey, Pete,” Jake barked, “in the corner, on the second shelf over there, there’s some duct tape. Grab it and bring here.” Peter came right over with the tape. “Now, tape up his hands real good.” I struggled but to no avail. In a moment my hands were helpless to me. “Johnny,” I heard Jake’s voice again, “get me one of the ping pong paddles from the basement.” “Will do,” was the return. I was absolutely helpless now. I was totally naked with my hands securely taped together and several young, strong, guys surrounding me with, who knows what, in their minds. In just a couple of minutes Johnny was back with the ping pong paddle. “Okay guys,” Jake said as he sat down on a metal folding chair, “pick him up and put over my lap and hold good.” I was starting to get the idea. Jake was going to paddle me. I couldn’t believe it was happening even as the guys picked me up and laid me across Jake’s lap. Suddenly I felt the sting of the paddle just as I heard the loud creak from it hitting my bare skin. I tried to jump off his lap, but I was being held in place. I could hear the other guys laughing. Again the paddle came violently down on my butt cheek and again and again. I was screaming for mercy but none was coming, just more of the same. Try as I did to keep from crying from the brutal beating I was receiving, I just couldn’t help it anymore and tears started to cascade down my cheeks. Suddenly, from the direction of the door between the house and the garage, I heard a female voice. “Hey, what’s going on?” It was Jake’s younger sister. She was standing there witnessing my humiliation. “This is our new neighbor,” Jake answered, “you know, the ass hole who called the cops on me.” “The guy that’s always peeping at me in the back yard? Hey, can I have a couple of cracks at him?” “Sure, come on over.” I could see her coming closer out of the corner of my teary eye. Just then several more quick, hard blows. Again I cried out and more tears streamed down my face. “Now aren’t you sorry you were peeping at my sister?” Jake asked sarcastically. “I think you should tell her you’re sorry, don’t you?” “Yes, I’m sorry, “ I managed to get out through my sniffles. “You’re sorry what,” again Jake taunting me with his voice. “I’m sorry I was peeping at you,” I cried. I felt a couple more whacks and squirmed again trying to get some relief. “I better not ever see you looking at me again, you hear me,” she said just as she delivered the last of her blows. “Yes, yes I hear you.” “You ever going to call the cops on me again?” I heard Jake ask. “No, I swear, I’ll never call the cops again, I promise.” Jake pushed me off his lap and back on to the cold garage floor. Again I hoped this would be the end of my debasement. I prayed it would end, but had no idea how I could go on living on this street after this. Little did I know, the worst was still to come, much worst. “Jeez Jake, what are you doing?” I heard from one of Jakes friends. “I’m going to make him my bitch,” answered Jake. Just then I felt my legs being kicked apart and suddenly I felt Jake laying on top of me. I could feel the weight of his body pressing mine more firmly onto the floor. Jake reached up with his left hand and grabbed the back of my hair pulling my head backward, then I felt the most horrifying feeling of my life as Jake stuck his finger up my butt. “How does that feel my little cunt?” There was a new evil tone in Jake’s voice. I could hardly speak with my head pulled back. “Oh please, please don’t. I promise, I’ll never bother you again, never,” I begged. Jake rammed his finger in and out of my anus rapidly. It was then that I realized what the other guy meant when he asked Jake what he was doing. I could feel Jake’s bare skin. He had pulled his pants down and was now laying on top of me. Jake leaned in close. I could feel his breath just an inch from my left ear. “Ready to become my bitch,” he whispered. I was terrified. I couldn’t see, but I felt his prick and balls between my legs. I didn’t have a homosexual bone in my body. I never had a homosexual thought and now, here I was, naked in front of a bunch of guys about to be fucked in the ass. My mind was in turmoil and I couldn’t comprehend what was happening until I heard Jake grunt and felt the extreme pain as he forced himself inside of me. It felt like someone pushing a hot poker inside me. I screamed, both from the pain and from a sense of the worst shame I’d ever felt. Again Jake grunted as he pushed himself deeper into my rectum. The cold, hard cement floor was scraping my skin as I felt him pull back a little then push as hard as he could sending his entire cock far inside of me. I felt his balls hitting my own. Somewhere in the back ground, I could hear the other guys cheering him on. Then I heard his sister laughing, I had forgotten about her. She was standing there watching the whole thing. I could hear some of the other guys yelling. “I’m next,” I could hear them call. I knew this was not the end of my raping, but probably only the beginning. The pain from Jake’s, on going, rape of my ass was starting to diminish a little, but I knew the shame would never go away. Jake’s thrusts were getting faster and harder. I knew it was just a matter of time before he would climax. Just then it happened. I could feel his cock twitching as it fired shot after shot of hot cum far up my ass. Finally, I felt his sweaty body collapse on top of me and I could hear his heavy breathing. After a minute Jake started to get up. “Who’s next,” he said. “Not me,” I heard one of say. I got a faint glimmer of hope that Jake might be my only rapist. “What’s the matter, Larry,” Jake said. “Hell, you’ve got the biggest cock of us all, you have to fuck him.” “Not with you sister standing there watching me, I’m not.” “Well I’m not shy,” I heard another voice say. I heard a zipper go down and I could see feet coming in my direction. I could hear him pulling his pants down. He lowered himself in place and I felt him adjusting his cock at the opening of my ravaged ass hole. He laid on my back and put his hands on my shoulders. Then, with out any more warning, pushed back on my shoulders as he pushed himself up, all the way in, in one motion, and my second rape was in progress. I couldn’t help but grunt with every thrust. My tears mixed with the sweat coming from my forehead. It seemed like an eternity before the second guy started to cum. Finally, for the second time, I felt his hot seed bury itself deep in my rectum. He lifted himself off of my back and immediately another body took his place. As I laid there with my third rapist busy at work, I could hear Jake trying to convince Larry to take his turn. “I’ll fuck him if she goes in the house,” Larry said. “Okay, sis, you heard him.” “That’s not fair,” I heard from the female voice. “I’ve seen my share of cocks, Larry, yours can’t be that special.” “I don’t care, Jenny, I not going to pull it out and fuck some guy in the ass in front of you.” “Come on, Sis, in the house,” Jake’s voice sounding more stern this time. I heard the door shut behind her and now new that Larry was going to take his turn in my ass as well. As my third rapist finished I heard one of the other guys. “Damn, look at the size of that thing.” “Now you know why I wanted to make sure Larry took his turn,” I heard Jake say. I couldn’t move. I was not only exhausted, but I was so full of shame that I didn’t even feel human anymore. I felt someone kick my legs further apart and assumed it was Larry. He took his place behind me and, with little effort, rammed his huge cock into my well lubricated ass. As new sense of pain riddled my body. He must be enormous I thought as I dealt with my anus being stretched to conform. Finally it was over. I could feel copious amounts of cum oozing from my grotesquely stretched anus. I laid there, completely unable to move. I could hear Jake and his buddies, now dressed again, drinking beer and laughing hysterically. This I heard Jenny’s voice again. “Hey guys, can I play too.” I heard them all break into new levels of laughter. “Sure,” said Jake, “go to it.” I could hear Jenny’s foot steps coming closer. Then I felt something cold at my back door opening. It was big with a rounded tip. I guessed Jenny had a cucumber from the refrigerator. With no more ceremony, she pushed it in. It was even bigger than Larry’s cock and again, my anus was stretched beyond it’s limits. I cried out in pain again to the amusement of everyone, including Jenny as she rapidly fucked me for, what seemed like hours, while laughing the whole time.

It was only six months ago when she met him and now she couldn’t believe he was paying her way to the United States and agreeing to fully take care of her until she got on her feet. Emma met Joe when he came to Brazil on vacation and they struck up a lasting friendship. Being an orphan, Emma had to fend for herself and it was hard at times but she always managed to at least have a roof over her head. Two years ago when she reached the age of sixteen she was tossed from the orphanage and told she was on her own. She was working as a cleaning lady at a small diner in the village she lived in about fifty miles north of Sao Paulo and Joe’s first day in country he stopped in for tea. During his one month stay in Brazil, Joe would come in every morning for tea and after the first week, he had Emma show him the countryside during the evenings. When he left her country he had promised to send for her as soon as he got all the proper paperwork completed for her entry into the United States of America but she never expected it to happen. Here she was, heading to the airport to begin her new life in America and with her was a list of other sixteen to eighteen year old female orphans whom Joe said he would send for later. He had told her not to mention anything to them about their possible exit from Brazil and to only ensure she had a good address for them. She had their full names, addresses, date of birth and physical description along with a current photo of each. Joe told her to just tell them she wanted the picture so she wouldn’t miss them as much. Emma was a petite five foot two inch and 105 pound beauty. Her jet black hair set off her green eyes and they would sparkle in the sun light. She had full pouty lips and the whitest teeth Joe had ever seen. Her 34B breasts were firm as melons and the nipples were over a quarter inch long and as big around as a green pea. She had nice wide hips that drove Joe wild and her tight buttocks filled out jeans like a glove. Although she wasn’t a virgin, she had only been with two men in her young life before Joe and her vagina was sweet and snug when they had sex. Emma loved Joe’s large house located on the outskirts of Louisville, Kentucky and enjoyed the privacy his ten acres afforded him. Growing up in an orphanage and then only able to afford a small room, she was sure this was the biggest house ever built even though Joe assured her it was normal size for the area. Not only did she have her own bedroom and private bath, but also what Joe had called a sitting room where she could relax and be alone if she felt the need. The orphanage taught all the children English due to many of them being adopted by Americans. Emma done everything Joe instructed her to do to please him sexually and was happy to do it. During the first month, it was just her and Joe and Emma thought they would be a couple in love forever, but that was all about to change. After dinner, Emma cleaned the kitchen up and put the dishes in the dishwasher as she did every night. When she walked into the living room to join Joe on the sofa to watch TV he was standing with a shopping bag in his hand. Joe told Emma to shower then put the outfit on that was in the bag. He further instructed her to be sure to put on makeup and make herself as sexy looking as possible. Emma beamed at the thought of Joe taking her out finally for a night on the town and almost ran up the steps to get ready. Once out of the shower, Emma applied her makeup then went to the shopping bag. She was surprised to find only a pair of fishnet thigh high stockings, a garter, six inch stiletto heels, and panty and bra. Perhaps Joe had the dress downstairs to surprise her with, she mused. Dressed in the attire Joe had provided her, Emma went downstairs to present herself. Even before she reached the living room, Emma heard several voices and was bewildered. As she entered the room, Emma immediately saw a group of four strangers in the room with Joe. They were all sipping a drink and Joe beckoned her to come by his side. Joe said it was time for her to start paying him back for all the money he spent bringing her over to America. When she looked at him quizzically, Joe said she was young, beautiful and had a body all middle aged men desired. She would do everything they told her to do and if she didn’t perform to their satisfaction, he would have to punish her. Being Emma’s first time to be gang banged, Joe had instructed all the men in what was permitted and what wasn’t. The men were to be in the room together and they could either use her one on one all of them at the same time. Although she had never had anal, they could take her in this manner and also orally or vaginally. If she protested in any manner, they could slap her around with an open hand or pull her hair to persuade her to rethink her position. They couldn’t however, punch her or disfigure her in any manner. With the limitations, Joe only charged the men one thousand dollars each and would give them four hours of pleasure with her. Having Emma get on her knees the men told her to take one man’s cock out and suck until hard and then do the same to each other three. Timidly, Emma nervously worked the zipper on the first man’s trousers and finally had his half flaccid penis in her hand. With a combination of licking and sucking per the man’s constant directions Emma had the displeasure of tasting his urine as she took the head into her mouth. Holding her head steady the man slowly began moving his hips as he fed Emma more and more of his now growing member. By the time he was fully erect, he was shoving it so deep into Emma’s mouth that she was gagging and slobbering. Her drool dripped from her chin and coated his meat in a thick saliva base. Emma repeated the process until all four men were rock hard and their cocks dripping from her salivating mouth. Emma lie flat on her back on the center of the king size bed as instructed while the men removed all articles of their clothing. As one man slid his saliva covered cock into her sweet tight vagina, another man turned her head to one side and made her suck on him. With one cock deep in her vagina and another fucking Emma’s throat the men groaned like animals as they moved in unison. Soon Emma felt her hands being moved and placed on the other two men’s cocks and when she didn’t stroke them automatically, they didn’t waste time in slapping her firm breasts to get her attention. Being so excited, none of the men lasted long and within a couple of minutes two cocks were spewing hot gooey sperm all over her hands and arms as the third man withdrew from her vagina and shoot a thick load on her flat sexy belly. When the smell of cum filled the air, the last man pulled his thick cock from Emma’s mouth and shot his load all over her face and breasts. Emma knew they would be taking her again in a short time and she also realized next time they would have more control and probably force her to do more to them. Joe told Emma to go wash up thoroughly then come back and change the sheets on the bed while the men had a drink and time to rejuvenate. When the four men headed back to the living room, Emma voiced her displeasure of the evening to Joe. Emma didn’t even see Joe’s arm move but felt the sting of his backhand across her mouth as she reeled backwards and hit the wall. Looking at her with eyes like cold steel, Joe reminded Emma she had a debt to pay and for her own sake she better keep her opinions to herself. She was then told to cold clean up and change the bed as ordered and then come down to the living room to take care of the quests. As soon as Emma returned to the living room freshly washed and her makeup touched up, Joe ordered her to come to him. Grasping the back of her neck firmly in his right hand, he led Emma to the pool table and shoved her face into the felt covering the slate and told her to spread her legs. Joe looked over at the four men and noticed one who already was very excited and hard again. Joe asked him if he’d like to be the first to take Emma anally and to teach her a lesson in obeying orders. When the man positioned himself behind Emma he wanted to know if he should apply lubricant first. Joe told him to just dry fuck her and maybe then she’d realize her purpose in life was to serve men. Keeping his grip on the back of Emma’s neck, Joe held her in place as the man’s cock tore the inner walls of her ass as he plunged all of his cock into her at once. Her screams only made the other men in the room more excited and Joe could see them begin to stroke their own cocks. Grapping her firm small hips in his hands the man brutally pumped in and out of Emma’s ass. The pain was intense and even after the initial pain subsided Emma sobbed as she thought her ass would never be the same again. Faster and deeper the man went inside her ass, his heavy balls swinging and smacking her clitoris with each plunge. Emma ass became numbed to the man’s invading cock and soon her sobbing was replaced with a forced soft moan. Emma knew if she appeared to be enjoying the man, it would excite him and perhaps he would cum soon and leave her alone. As her moans increased the man’s excitement increased also and soon he filled her sweet upturned ass with a nice creamy load of his sperm. The other three men followed suit and by the time the last man emptied his balls inside Emma’s bruised and raw ass, cum was dripping out in thick gobs. Joe lifted her head from the pool table and tossed her to the floor before telling her she smelled like a whore and needed to go clean herself up and then go to bed. Joe knew he would need to take some drastic steps to prepare her to please men fully and openly but he had all the time in the world to do it. No one in the area even knew she existed and all men were from out of town so he could keep her captive as long as he felt a need to. Some of the men on his list who wanted her had sadistic tendencies and they would be willing to pay almost anything to be able to torture a woman for an evening. Men who enjoy the torture always got more intense if their victim complained and sometimes went overboard. Joe had to ensure Emma never complained since he didn’t want her permanently disabled due to some lunatics over doing it. When Emma came down to breakfast the next morning she had her suitcase in her hand and told Joe she wanted to go back to Brazil. Walking across the room, as soon as Joe was within reach he punched Emma so hard in the stomach that she doubled over and dropped in a heap next to his feet. Coughing and trying to suck air into her lungs, Emma thought for sure she was going to die. Joe picked the one hundred and five pound beauty off the floor by grabbing her hair. Holding her erect with one hand, Joe looked directly in her eyes as he told her he owned her and the only place she was going was to the stove to fix breakfast for him. Below releasing his grip on her hair, Joe punched her one more time but in the chest. He knew he cracked at least two ribs and maybe three from the blow and that would give her a constant reminder who was in charge. Emma have walked and half crawled to the other side of the kitchen and dutifully prepared a full breakfast for Joe. Joe told Emma from this day forward she would only speak when told to and whenever she addressed him it would be with either “Sir” or “Master” When Emma didn’t respond and answer Joe, he put her in a bear hug and squeezed against the newly fractured ribs until she begged her Master to let her go. Emma was unaware of the rooms in the basement and when she was led there by Joe she knew he had planned to get the other orphans over here also for use as whores. On one end of the large room were half dozen small rooms containing a bed, toilet, sink and a small monitor. These rooms had heavy wooden doors to secure the victims inside. Once the door closed they would be in total darkness since no lights nor were windows visible in any of these rooms. The rest of the room had a series of chains approximately twenty feet long. One end of the chains was secured to the floor and the other end each had an ankle bracelet attached. Looking around the room, Emma realized the chains were that length to allow the women to get to the shower and also to a line of chairs with a large screen monitor in front of them. There was also a water cooler and a refrigerator in the room. On the opposite end of the basement were various types of beds and chairs so the quests could use the women. Joe attached on chain to Emma’s right ankle and told her the only reason he was doing it was due to her defiance with the guests and also towards him. When he asked her if she still wanted to go back to Brazil, Emma said she did. Joe backhanded Emma so hard that he knocked two of her back teeth loose. Joe then asked her again if she wanted to go back to Brazil and she said “No Master, I want to stay here with you and do as you order.” Kissing her tenderly on the mouth, Joe told her to go rest and they would talk more in the morning. Since Emma was the only one in the basement, Joe didn’t see the need to close the door. When Joe greeted Emma the next morning and asked her how she slept, Emma replied in a defiant voice that she slept just fine. Walking over to her and taking her small right hand into his left one, he held it firm. Taking a pair of pliers from his back pocket, Joe clamped on the nail of her little finger. Without a word, Joe jerks the nail off in one clean move and watched as the blood formed around the torn skin. Emma screamed in pain as Joe dropped the nail onto the concrete floor. Joe reminded Emma to always address him as Sir or Master and every time she forgets another nail will be removed. Knowing it was important to keep the momentum going in his favor; Joe shoved Emma to her knees and ordered her to suck his cock. Still crying but more fearful of his revenge on her, Emma fumbled with her throbbing hand to remove his cock from his pants. Her sweet soft lips immediately wrapped around the head of it as Joe grabbed a hand full of hair. Holding her head in a vise like grip, Joe forced the entire length of his cock into Emma’s mouth. Keeping her chin and nose pressed against his crotch, Joe loved the way she gagged and her saliva poured from her mouth. Grinding his hips in her face until he no longer felt her resisting him, he pulled her head from his cock. She was slightly blue as the lack of oxygen had made her pass out. Slapping her roughly in the face brought Emma around and Joe told her to suck it and drain his balls down her throat. With every ounce of energy she could muster, Emma licked and sucked her Master Joe’s cock and fondled his cum fill balls until he began to moan and pump like a wild man. Hot streams of thick cum filled the young woman’s mouth like molten lava. Emma gagged and struggled to drink all of his seed, but she was too slow and some of the cum dribble from her mouth. As Joe watched his precious seed splattering the floor he was enraged. Once his cock was drained fully, Joe told Emma to lick the cum from the floor and not miss a drop of it. As Emma licked the nasty floor clean, Joe ground the heel of his boot against her nail less small finger. The pressure of his heel crushed the bone and turned the tip of the finger into a bloody mess. Yanking Emma to her feet, Joe took her over to the row and chairs and had he sit on the end chair. Joe left the room and told Emma to just sit and not say a word or move. When he returned, He had some alcohol, bandages, a small saw and a torch. Joe then taped Emma’s hand securely to the arm of the chair to prevent her from moving it. Joe placed a one inch diameter wooden rod in Emma’s mouth sideways and told her to use it to bite down on if the pain was too extreme. Taking the small saw, Joe cut the tip of Emma’s little finger off to the first joint. He watched as the girl’s eyes filled with tears and her mouth was biting hard on the wooden rod. Joe then took the small torch and seared the open would to stop the bleeding, before dousing it with alcohol to sanitize. Using the gauze bandages and medical tape, Joe wrapped the finger after applying ointment and promised the girl it would heal fine. Looking her directly in the eyes, Joe said he hoped she was beginning to learn that she had no life of her own. He owned her and if she wanted it to be a somewhat pleasant existence then she better learn her place. Over the next three weeks, Joe ended up removing two more nails and knocked out a couple more of Emma’s back teeth before she addressed him as Sir or Master automatically. Her voice infliction also had changed and now her responses were filled with a respectful fear for her master. Today would be Emma’s final test before Joe decides her eventual fate. Emma sits obediently in front of the large monitor as images of sadistic driven men are shown abusing and at times disfiguring their female victims. Emma witnessed extreme beatings, cuttings, rapes and genital abuse and not once did she voice her displeasure to Joe. As Joe sat in the chair next to Emma, he watched her constant reactions to the abusing of the women on the screen and noticed Emma was somewhat detached from the happenings. Reaching over, Joe nonchalantly bent the thumb of Emma’s right hand back until it snapped at the base of it. Although Emma winced from the pain, she didn’t cry out or say a word to Joe. Moving over to the little finger of the same hand, Joe snapped it also at the base and then twisted it in a sadistic manner. Emma only squeezed her eyes tighter to stifle the tears of pain but again, not a sound emitted from the lovely woman’s lips. Looking straight ahead at the monitor as ordered, Joe was impressed with the determination Emma now had even while in dire pain. Joe could see the finger and thumb begin to turn black already and swell up to almost twice their original size. Leaning in, Joe kissed Emma on the lips and as she was trained to do, she returned the kiss with the passion of someone deeply in love. As her tongue snaked in Joe’s mouth, tasting his saliva, she only twitched and stiffened momentarily as Joe pushed the six inch blade into her flat stomach. Holding the knife in place, Joe twisted it and tore her insides up just enough to cause the maximum pain and yet not endanger her life. Emma never let a sound escape her throat and Joe was extremely pleased with her results. She listened well during her training when Joe told her the more pain she showed outwardly would only excite a sadist to do even more harm to her. Joe was confident in her ability to restrain from showing any pain and hopefully she could also teach this to the new recruits. Joe cleaned the knife wound and after sewing it with precision stitches, he applied a sterile dressing to it and apologized to Emma for putting her through it. Joe wasn’t sure why, but it was important to him that Emma knew all the pain he had put her through was for her own good in the end. Joe had received all the necessary documents required to bring the other girls over from Brazil and now it was up to Emma to call them and convince them to come over to the United States. Joe was planning on flying them into the Cincinnati, Ohio international airport and then transports them to Louisville via van. He was aware that bringing in ten Brazilian girls ranging in age of sixteen to eighteen might cause a little concern and wanted the heat to settle around the Ohio area if any raised. Joe explained the two options that was open to Emma and let her decide her own fate. Option one would be she would get the girls to come to him on their own accord and help him train them as complete sexual slaves. If she chooses this option, she had to realize they would be subjected to the sadistic ways of some of the clients since that’s where the big money was. Emma would never have to service another guest and in fact would be Joe’s lover and share his bed and his house. Option two would be she not convinces the girls to come over and then she would be the main slave for all of Joe’s guests. Under this option, Joe warned her that once he received the required twenty five thousand dollars from a sadist, he could not protect her. For that money, Joe guaranteed the guest total control of the woman for eight hours with no limits or restrictions. Joe then placed the stack of documents on the table along with a cell phone and walked out of the room. Joe wasn’t stupid however and had programmed the numbers for the ten girls into the phone and had it programmed where no other number could be dialed. Joe went to the video booth next to the large basement room and watched and listened. He no more than sat down, when Emma called the first girl and very excitedly told her how wonderful America was and how great a life she had. She was very convincing and after less than a half hour had all the girls eager to come to Joe and begin their life anew. When Joe reentered the room, Emma came to him and kissed him long and deep and whispered in his ear that she will be the best mistress ever to him. She handed Joe the documents and phone and professed her devotion to him and his business. The girls will arrive within the week and the training will begin. How many will survive the demands of the guests? There is however a steady supply of girls from Emma’s country to replace them should it become necessary.

Ginger Sullivan was tall. Very tall. Standing at 6’-2,” she towered over all the boys and girls in her high school senior class. She was eighteen and had stopped growing, but her height made her stand out in a way that made her uncomfortable and lonely, since boys never asked her out. Ginger was more beautiful than many of the models you would see in glamour magazines, with a willowy toned body and long fiery red hair, but she wasn’t into fashion. She loved sports and spending time outdoors running, hiking and swimming, but her favorite sport was volleyball. Although she had a very shy, sweet personality, she was very competitive when she played volleyball. She wanted to be the best and worked hard to try to accomplish her goal of winning a scholarship to the major university located about an hour north of her town. Ginger’s parents were blue collar workers and her father had tried to start his own business, but their town was on the decline with many young people moving to the university town after graduation for better job opportunities. They did not have enough money to pay for Ginger’s university and she was worried about carrying the debt of student loans. Her coach was Cliff Harrison, who was a state champion basketball player and had won a scholarship to the same university where she wanted to play volleyball. He was a top draft pick for a championship professional basketball team and played for two years after he graduated, but knee and ankle injuries had ended his career. He had made some money from basketball and from an inheritance from his parents, and bought a modest house near the university, as he really enjoyed the energy of the busy university town. He became the physical education teacher at Ginger’s high school, where Cliff had also attended. He also coached the women’s volleyball team and Ginger was his star player. Although he was now 25, he remembered what it was like to be the tallest student in school, as he was 6’-4” tall. He hoped Ginger could lead them to a volleyball championship, as he wanted to coach for his university alma mater, so he didn’t have such a long commute every day. Winning the championship would not only give Ginger the opportunity for a scholarship but would also help him win a coaching position. He had watched Ginger not only develop as a volleyball player, but also develop into a beautiful young woman, but he tried to put those type of thoughts out of his mind. At the latest after school practice he became frustrated with Ginger’s performance. “Ginger, why do you keep missing those easy shots?” he shouted at her. “I’m sorry Coach Harrison, I’m just so distracted. My parents aren’t doing well financially, and I need to not only help us win games, but I also need to keep my grades up if I am going to have any chance to win a scholarship.” “I understand Ginger, but you have to get into the zone, where you focus on nothing else but being in the moment you are in and getting the ball over the net. I know you can do this. You just have to have the confidence in yourself that I have in you.” “Thanks Coach, I really appreciate all the help and guidance you’ve given me over the years. I’ll try not to disappoint you and the team.” Ginger idolized Coach Harrison and even had a crush on him, as he was very handsome and well built. She wished she was closer to his age, although she was very focused and mature for an eighteen-year-old. “Ginger, it is not about disappointing the team or me, it is about disappointing yourself.” Ginger put her head down in embarrassment and hoped she would do well in the coming game against their rival school. Ginger had helped her team start the season with an undefeated record, but they needed to keep their winning streak to advance to the state championship. The next game Ginger did well but she missed many shots and her team barely won the game. Unbeknownst to Ginger, Coach Harrison had convinced the scout from the university to see Ginger play in the final game of the season, which was only a few games away. The coach called Ginger into his office after the game. “Ginger, you did good today, but not good enough. We are going to be playing against harder teams in the remaining games, to complete the season and we need to win all the games to make it to the State Championship.” He didn’t tell her yet that he had convinced the scout from the university where Coach Harrison attended, and she wanted to attend to come to their final game. There weren’t that many games until the final game of the season. “I’m sorry Coach, I really am trying to stay focused but I’m nervous about getting the scholarship and about disappointing everyone, including myself, if I don’t.” “Ginger, we’ve talked about this. When I played basketball, I had a lot distractions, including thousands of fans either cheering me or booing me. Being able to ignore all other thoughts in your mind besides winning is the difference between a true champion and an also ran player.” As Coach Harrison looked at Ginger, he realized how beautiful she really was and how attracted she had become to him. Although he always looked at her like a younger sister, he was now looking at her with lust in his eyes and he prayed these feelings would pass. The next game they won, but again Ginger played in a lackluster distracted fashion. Coach Harrison was also distracted, as he watched Ginger run up and down the court with her long ponytail swaying back and forth. It was then that the good and bad sides of his brain came together with a plan to make Ginger more focused, but also satisfy his newfound lust for the sexy teenager. His scheme would be for her own good, he rationalized to himself. After the game, he told Ginger he wanted to speak to her after everyone had left, which she found odd. She hung around the locker room moping about her subpar performance, which was going to make it difficult to win the rest of the games before the final game. After Coach Harrison was sure everyone had left, he called Ginger into his office. “Ginger, I want you in my office right this minute!” He had never spoken to her in this way before and she was scared about what he might say. Would he kick her off the team? She meekly walked into his office and sat down in the chair in front of his large wood desk. “We’ve talked about your performance many times, haven’t we?” “Yes, Coach. We won again today through, right?” “Ginger we have tough games to win next to go undefeated this season and make it into the state championships. You really need to focus more.” “I know Coach.” “Well, I have some good news and I have some bad news.” “What’s the good news?” I’ve convinced the scout for the women’s volleyball team at the university to come see the last game of the season. She is an old friend of mine from when I played basketball there.” “That’s great! Thank you so much Coach Harrison! What’s the bad news though?” “You are in competition for the scholarship with the star player for the team we are playing in the last game. She is stronger than you, faster than you, tougher than you and has scored many more points than you have. You have very little chance of beating her and getting the scholarship.” Ginger started crying. “But Coach, isn’t there some way I can train to beat her?” This was the moment he knew he had Ginger where he wanted her to satisfy his lust for her. “We only have a few more games to play before the big game against her. “My father was a drill sergeant and trained me to be tough and never crack under pressure. His physical training at boot camp could very painful, but I had plenty of time for him to train me for the battle to win the championship season. He trained me with the same program he trained his soldiers.” He continued with the story. “He pushed me beyond my physical limits of pain, and it worked to focus me during the game, to be afraid of him inflicting more pain on me from additional training after the game, for punishment if we lost. But we would need to do an accelerated training for you, and oriented toward a woman not a man.” “That sounds like a great idea. What do I have to do?” “Ginger, stand up and take off your clothes.” “What Coach? Is this a joke? Why do you want me to do that?” “It is part of me training you that nothing can embarrass you or stopping you from reaching your goals, even being humiliated. Not worrying about missing a point, ignoring anyone screaming at you from the stands and not worrying about your scholarship.” “I don’t know Coach. This feels so weird.” “Ginger, it took a lot of effort to get the universities’ scout to come see you play. But I don’t want you to embarrass me if you can’t beat our archrival in the final game of the season. Maybe I should call her and tell her not to come?” Ginger panicked when she heard that. “No, no Coach, please don’t tell her not to come. I’ll do it.” “Now we seem to understand each other. Stand up and take off your jersey.” “But Coach no one has even seen me naked.” “Well there is a first time for everything. Your being naked is only the start of your training to not be self-conscious and to get more focused during a game.” Ginger was terrified of his remark but slowly peeled off her jersey, standing there with her sports bra and shorts still on. “Now take off your sports bra. “But Coach you’ll see my breasts.” “When we get done, being embarrassed about me seeing your breasts will not be a big deal.” Ginger was now softly sobbing, but took off her bra, but covered her small but perky tits with her hands. “Put your arms down. You’ll need those hands for other things.” Ginger was really puzzled and terrified now by what was coming next. “Lean over my desk and reach your arms out in front of you. Put your bra on the desk.” She slowly bent over the desk and waited for what he would do next. He came up slowly behind her as she started shaking with fear. In one swift motion he yanked her gym shorts and panties down to her ankles, exposing the most beautiful ass he had ever seed. He made her lift her legs one at a time so she could step out of her shorts and panties. Ginger heard him unbuckle his belt and pull it out of the belt loops in a whooshing sound. “Coach Harrison what are you doing!” He had his gorgeous teenage star over his desk with nothing but her sneakers and socks on. He knew he could get fired and even arrested for this, but he didn’t care anymore. All he cared about was how much he wanted her. “Ginger, have you ever heard of domestic discipline?” “No.” “It is a practice for husbands to keep their wives in line. Whenever she does something wrong, not good enough for his liking, or she talked back to him, he humiliates her by making her take her clothes off and spanking her. My drill sargeant father did it to my mother and it made her a much better wife and mother.” “That’s crazy. This is gone too far. I don’t want to do this.” “Well I guess you don’t want that scholarship.” “Okay. But please don’t spank me with your hand too hard.” “I’m not going to use my hand. My father always used his belt on her. It was much more effective.” She panicked and tried to struggle, but he held her down and shoved her sports bra in her mouth. “Now stay still Ginger, so we get through this quicker.” She waited for the first strike, which came quickly as she heard his belt whistle through the air. After the belt hit her pale white ass cheeks, she screamed into the gag. He struck her with the belt a few times, with her screaming each time, and then stopped for a moment. “I’m going easy on you. You should at least feel lucky that no one is watching you get disciplined. To humiliate my mother more, after I turned eighteen and won the high school championship, as a reward he would let me watch her getting disciplined. She eventually started loving getting belt spanked and would start rubbing her clit while he gave her the spanking she deserved.” Ginger was horrified by what she was hearing but started blanking out of her mind what Coach Harrison was doing to her. She couldn’t believe it, but she actually started getting wet imagining Coach Harrison’s mother getting spanked by his father, while Coach Harrison was forced to watch, probably with a huge erection. She wanted that scholarship and if this is what it took, she didn’t care anymore. He stopped for a minute as he started seeing her teenage slit glistening with moisture. He pulled the sports bra out of her mouth and started rubbing his fingers up and down her slit. “It looks like Ginger likes being spanked, like my momma did, huh?” “No, I don’t like it. I don’t know why I am getting excited I can’t help it.” “I guess we’ll have to spank you more. Maybe your little pussy will stop leaking juices down your leg.” He started belting her again as she moaned in pain, but she was now leaking even more fluid from her cunt and she started moaning a little. “Please Coach, please stop,” she cried. How many times did your dad spank your mom when she was naughty?” “Until he got horny and needed to relieve himself.” “Relieve himself? What do you mean by that?” Coach Harrison grabbed Ginger off the desk and pushed her to her knees in front of him. He yanked down his gym shorts and his rock-hard erection sprang out in front of her. “He would make her suck his cock.” “Please Coach Harrison, please don’t make me do that!” “It is part of your training to build mental toughness. When I was 19 and won my first university championship, as a reward he made my mom suck my cock after he spanked her. “Now open your mouth!” He slapped her cheek hard a couple of times until she opened it and he grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock deep into her throat until she felt she would throw up. “That feels great Ginger,” he moaned. “Just like when my mom would suck it. Dad would make her play with her clit while she sucked me. Do it.” Cliff kept ramming his cock deep into her mouth until she started gagging. She was afraid of him getting even rougher, so she obeyed and started rubbing her clit, which started her aching for release. She had always admired her coach but couldn’t believe that sexually humiliating her would help her play better. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, while Coach Harrison fucked her young mouth faster and faster. She knew he was going to come soon and tried to pull back, but he held her head in place as he exploded in her mouth, almost drowning her with the biggest load he ever shot in his life. Ginger also exploded with an intense orgasm. After his well satisfied penis deflated in her mouth, he pulled it out with a pop and quietly said, “now go take a shower. Hopefully, you will play better next game.” Ginger silently went to the showers as Coach Harrison felt a little guilty about manipulating his teenage star player to satisfy his lust for her. After her shower, he told her to bend over the desk as he gently rubbed some ointment onto her red cheeks. He could barely control himself to not try to take her virgin cunt right there and then. The next game Ginger played great and even scored more points and the team won the game easily. Ginger pushed herself so hard in the game that she strained her back a little. Coach Harrison was very happy that she had improved quite a bit and thought that maybe it was because she was afraid of getting another spanking. But he still felt she was not quite playing up to her potential. He told her to stay after the game again. “Ginger, you played really good and I feel bad about what I did to you after the last game to motivate you. You played a little too hard and hurt your back. We need you in good shape for the next game. We only need a couple more wins and then the scout will see you play in the final game and you may win that scholarship.” Ginger felt relieved that her coach seemed happy with her. “Take your clothes off Ginger.” “Are you going to spank me again?” “No, I am just worried that you pushed yourself so hard that you hurt your back. I want to give you a nice massage so you can play the next game with full force. “Okay, thanks.” Ginger slow took off her clothes and laid down on her stomach on the trainer’s table. Cliff got out a bottle of massage oil and slowly massaged her body, starting at her shoulders and working his way down to her calves and feet. He got up on the table and straddled her hips, so he could work on her lower back. Ginger was purring with delight. “Oh Coach, this feels so wonderful. I can feel my muscles loosening up. Thank you so much.” “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my star player. But we only have one more game after the next one until you have to face the strongest meanest player in the conference. I don’t think you are tough enough yet to handle her.” As he continued massaging her, a smile came over his face. When I won the really tough second year championship game and my mom had been really bad that week, he gave me a special treat.” “What was that?” “After her weekly spanking, he let me fuck her up the ass." Coach Harrison took the massage oil and squirted some onto Ginger’s crinkled little butthole. She soon had a look of horror on her face. “Coach. No, please not that!” “Ginger this is for your own good. We need to make you not afraid of pain.” Cliff pulled down his shorts and lined up his throbbing weapon against her tight asshole and unceremoniously jammed it into Ginger’s anal cavity as she wailed in pain. “Please, please take it out! It hurts so bad!” He slowly started working his cock in and out of her asshole. “Ginger just relax. My mom used to scream at first when I would sodomize her, but she eventually loved it after she stopped all that silly crying and wailing.” She tried to relax her sphincter, hoping that he would come fast. He reached for her hand and put in under her crotch and she knew that he wanted her to be humiliated by her playing with herself as he reamed out her tiny teenage rectum. He pulled on her ponytail and gently choked her as he slammed in and out of her. Soon both of them orgasmed with a mighty roar, and he laid on top of her satisfied that he was toughening her up for the last two games. He got off the table and came around to her face, as he had some cum leaking out of the end of his cock. He put his cock up to her mouth and said, “clean me off.” She looked at him with a slightly disgusted look but obediently opened her mouth and licked him clean. He looked at her with a smile and said, “let’s go take a shower. That was great. The last time I gave an ass fucking so great was to my mom." “Shower together?” “Of course, together silly.” Coach Harrison lovingly washed every inch of Ginger’s body and even washed her hair and toweled her off. She hated that his humiliation of her made her so excited, but she felt compelled to keep following his new coaching method. The next game Ginger was absolutely on fire. She made the most points ever and totally dominated her opponents. She did miss a couple of points though, but Coach Harrison thought she was almost ready for the big game. By this time, she knew she would have to stay after everyone else and was afraid of what might happen today. “Ginger you should go take a nice hot shower to loosen up your muscles. We got the big game coming up and we want you to get that scholarship.” She was confused. Maybe her performance was good enough that he wouldn’t do humiliating things to her to motivate her. She got in the shower and started soaping herself off. She came out of the shower into the training room and the coach was standing there looking at her with both lust and admiration. He came up behind her and rested his large hands on her muscular shoulders. He started gently kissing the back of her neck and reached around under the towel to caress her young breasts until her nipples stood up stiffly. She was worried about what he was planning this time. “Coach what are you doing?” “Getting you ready?” “Ready for what?” “Ready for the final preparation for the big game. Take off the towel and get on your hands and knees.” Ginger had a bad feeling about what might happen but was hoping maybe he would just spank her again and slowly got down on the floor. “When I won the university championship and got a first-round draft pick, do you know what my dad gave me for a present?” “No.” “He let me belt spank my mom myself and then fuck her hard. I was still a virgin and I was honored that my mom would be my first.” “How did your mom react to that?” “By that point she believed that not only did a husband have the right to her body any time he wanted it, but that her son should also have the privilege if the father said so.” “Are you going to try to take my virginity? I want to stay a virgin until I’m married. You fucked my ass, wasn’t that enough?” “Ginger, getting your virginity taken by force will really toughen you up for the next game.” Coach Harrison lined up his cock to Ginger’s virgin cunt as she winced, and then he slammed into her when she wasn’t expecting it. Her cries of pain filled the tiled walls of the locker room, but the cries eventually turned to moans and then the sound of a soul searing orgasm. He didn’t want to get her pregnant, so he pulled out and turned her around and made her open her mouth as so he could come in her mouth. In the final game, Ginger was invincible. She totally dominated the best player in the league, and they won easily. The scout from the university was very impressed and both her and the coach thought she had a good chance of winning the scholarship and he might win a coaching position. After the game Ginger was wondering if the coach would try to do anything with her. “Ginger can you come in my office please.” She slowly walked into his office and sat down. “You did great today. Congratulations. We should find out in several weeks if you got the scholarship.” Ginger left the office and hoped she had impressed the scout. The team went on to win the state championship. One day the coach told her he wanted her to drive up to his house to meet in private and she wasn’t sure what was in store for her. She made the long drive to his house, which was very close to the university. She got out of the car and rang the doorbell. “Come on in Ginger! I have some good news for you!” She was hoping it was about the scholarship. “You’ve won the scholarship and I got the coaching position, but there is only one problem.” “What’s that?” “It doesn’t cover the whole yearly tuition. And it doesn’t cover room and board, and it is too far for you to drive back and forth to your house with your studies and volleyball practices and games.” “That’s so disappointing. What am I going to do now?” “Well you know I am friendly with your father. I told him it would be no problem for you to live here with me. I can also use some of my inheritance to pay the part of the tuition that is not covered.” “Why would do all that for me?” “Because I am in love with you Ginger and have been for a long time. I also asked your father if I could marry you and he said he would love to have me as a son-in-law, but he wants us to wait to get married until after you graduate so the other players on the team won’t think I am treating you better than them because we are lovers.” Ginger had a look of shock on her face. “So, you want to marry me?” “More than anything.” “Coach Harrison, I want to be with you too more than anything. I’ve been in love with you for a long time too.” “I’m glad to hear that but you have to stop calling me Coach Harrison! By the way sorry if I got a little rough with you. I thought it would make you afraid to not getting punished if you had a bad game.” “Cliff, I have something to tell you. After your punishment every game, I didn’t play better to avoid getting punished, I played better hoping you would get rough with me because it turns me on so much. My dad is like your dad. He believes in domestic discipline too. Every week I could hear through my bedroom wall my father belt spanking my mom and her crying, but then I would hear her moaning and them coming after he fucked her so hard the headboard was banging against my wall. After I turned eighteen, he would have me watch him belt spank my mom so I could learn how a wife must obey her husband. He started getting excited watching my mom’s punishment that he would also spank me. Soon he would make me suck his cock or he would fuck me up the ass after her spanking and my spanking was over. He never put his penis in my pussy though, as he believed my pussy should only belong to my future husband. I loved when my daddy put his cock in my mouth or fucked me up the ass and I dreamed it was you doing it to me.” “What did your mother think of that?" “She thought it was great that I was getting trained properly before marriage.” “Ginger, I have something to tell you too. I found about everything you just told me when I asked for your hand in marriage. Your father shared his wife disciplining philosophy with me, and I told him how my dad also trained my mother the same way." Ginger looked at Cliff with a big smile. She walked over to him and looked at his belt. “Cliff, this is my daddy’s belt that he would spank me and my mom with. Why are you wearing it?” He grinned back at her. “He gave it to me as a present. Kind of like a family heirloom,” he chuckled. Ginger looked at Cliff smiling again and unbuckled the belt, put it around Cliff’s neck playfully and led him towards the bedroom. “How long is it going to take for me to work off my tuition and room and board you are paying for?” “I think you will need to spend the rest of your life paying it off,” Cliff laughed. “By the way, I know you had oral and anal sex with your dad, but please don’t call me daddy when I fuck you every day.” “Well I know you lost your virginity to your mom, but please don’t call me mommy.” The house echoed once a week with the sound of Cliff’s belt and Ginger screaming “please hit me harder!” Ginger’s team was well on their way to having a championship season but had one player Lisa who needed to step up her game. Ginger and Lisa started spending time together and became best friends. One night, Cliff was making dinner for him and Ginger, when she walked into the house with Lisa. Cliff looked a little puzzled. “Hi Lisa, what are you doing here?” “Ginger told me you have some great training methods to help me improve my game and toughen me up against stronger players.” He looked at Ginger, who turned and kissed Lisa on the mouth. Cliff’s jaw almost hit the floor. He realized they had become lovers. This was not a huge surprise though because Ginger had told him she was bisexual. “Yeah Lisa, Cliff taught me everything I know about proper training,” Ginger slyly smirked. Lisa looked at them both and said, “so when do we start the training and what will you do to make me a better player?” Cliff and Ginger led Lisa over to the couch and they all sat down. Cliff grabbed Lisa quickly and struggled to get her over his lap, as Ginger held her down and pulled down Lisa’s gym shorts and panties. Ginger handed Cliff her daddy’s belt, as he gained control of Lisa. “Hey, what are you guys doing?” Lisa screamed as Cliff started belting her teenage ass. Soon Ginger got up and went into the bedroom and in a few minutes came out again and walked over to the couch. She started rubbing Lisa’s now soaking cunt as Cliff kept hitting Lisa with the belt. Lisa looked up and had a horrified look on her face when she saw Ginger wearing a huge strap on dildo. “Cliff, can I help discipline Lisa? She told me her daddy never spanked her, so I think she will need more pre-game training than I did.” “Sure, you can help. Do want to fuck her pussy or ass with that dildo?” “It’s up to you Cliff, I was trained to do what I am told,” she giggled. Lisa soon loved her training and became a much better player. Lisa and Ginger helped the team to win the state championship and both girls enjoyed their weekly training sessions with Cliff. After a few months of these two horny girls physically wearing him out, he thought to himself, “I think I need a coach myself. Coach Viagra.” Luckily the other girls on the team played well enough that he didn’t need any training sessions with Coach Harrison. Lisa eventually met a nice boy and Ginger and Cliff taught him how to train Lisa, which took pressure off of Cliff and less wear and tear on his belt. Ginger and Cliff both remained close to their parents, and Thanksgiving family dinners with the parents, and their son and daughter, were always lots of fun for everyone.

One day, there was this kid, 15 years old. His name was Seth Basham. He wasn’t unpopular in school, or a weirdo. He wasn’t fat. Actually, he had really good friends, though, he liked being alone. Seth was straight, he has had a few girlfriends, and had one currently. He was 5’9, 179 pounds with brown hair that hung below his ears. His hair was always messy, even if he brushed it. Seth had nice blue eyes, barely tanned skin, and a, just starting to develop, six pack. He was a virgin, but Kayla, his current girlfriend had been talking to him about sex yesterday. But they barely got to see each other outside of school. One day, Seth heard about demons that have sex with humans. The incubus and succubus. Incubus being the male demon and succubus being the female. Seth was very intrigued by this, as he was already fascinated with the paranormal, now he can fuck it. Seth looked up information about these things and how to summon them. The sex was said to be better than any you could have with another human, and it was as simple to get them as practicing a ceremony to summon them. The next night, Seth drew the circle, lit the candles and summoned a demon, though he got the names mixed up and summoned an incubus (the male) instead of the succubus (the female). After he completed the ceremony, nothing happened. Seth thought maybe he didn’t do it right. So, he layed in the circle again, and did the ceremony over. After a second failure, Seth started thinking this was just some fake bullshit someone made up. That night, Seth stayed up later than normal, thinking of fucking a succubus, that he thought was called an incubus. Seth stroked his 8 and a half inch cock, 4 and a half inches in girth. After a about 10-15 minutes of jacking off, Seth came all over his chest. He quickly wiped it off with his underwear he wore earlier, and fell asleep nude, as he normally does. The next morning, Saturday, Seth woke up at 6:30am and hopped in the shower. Seth is an only child, no mom, and dad goes to work at 5:30am and doesn’t come home until 9:00pm. Seth got out of the shower at 6:56. When he walks down the hall to go back to his room and get dressed, his towel falls. It felt more like it had been pulled off, but Seth pays no mind to it, thinking the towel just fell. When he bent over to pick up the towel, he felt two giant, and warm, hands wrap around his waist. Reaching from almost the middle of his back, to under his belly button. At the same moment, he felt an extremely painful ache in his asshole. It got stretched enormously wide. Seth yelled, “AWW, SHIIIIT!” he looked behind him, but saw nothing. Only the hall. Seth grew wide-eyed and his jaw was hanging open. Then, he clenched up as he felt the warm thing in his ass slide in further. At first, it was just barely in, but it was so thick! The thing in Seth’s ass had to be at least 5 and a half inches in girth. As it slid into him, it got thicker the more it went. Seth would have fell on his face if he wasn’t held in place by the giant hands. It felt like hours to Seth, though merely seconds and the demon was fully in Seth’s 15 year old virgin asshole. Seth became fully erect, not being gay, but the anus on a male is a G-spot. The demon had a 13 inch long cock, reaching around 6 and a half inches in girth, nearing the base. It was phenomenal he fit it all in this 15 year old boy’s asshole, that never had anything go into it. The demon started pumping Seth’s ass, slow. Seth felt balls the size of softballs hitting him in the back of the thighs. Seth was getting fucked in the ass, by an incubus. He reached to his hips where he felt the hands holding him. Seth felt the hands in his hands, they were massive, and very warm. Seth started relaxing, the girth of the demon cock stretching him so nice, he started to get used to it. The demon started to fuck Seth harder now, forcing deeper. He plunged Seth’s tiny asshole very fast. Seth started to scream in pain and ecstasy. A couple seconds later, he felt similar feeling hands, to the ones around his waist, around his head. Seth’s jaw dropped, again, at there still being nothing there, but he was getting fucked. He kept screaming, until another massive cock intruded through his lips. This one was just as thick as the last, same length, too. Seth didn’t really want to, but he had no choice. The demon cock was forced into his mouth, and the head hit the back of his throat. The incubus just left his cock in Seth’s mouth, and after a while, Seth couldn’t breathe. The incubus finally pulled out and Seth grabbed a huge gasp of air. After a few seconds, the demon cock was back in his mouth. The first demon was still fucking Seth’s asshole, with all of his 13 inch cock. The second demon started stuffing his foot-long cock down Seth’s throat, and despite he resists, the demons balls were slapping on Seth’s chin within seconds. No matter how hard Seth tried to push the incubus away from him, he couldn’t budge him one inch. The two demons were working Seth, one in his ass thrusting violently in and out, and the other doing the same, to Seth’s face. When the incubus cock in Seth’s ass went in, the one in his mouth pulled out. And vise versa. Both demons only pulled out a few inches until thrusting back in, hard. To Seth’s surprise, he could actually breathe without the demon taking his cock out. Almost as if the incubi had some sort of power to make him able. The cock in Seth’s ass was easily reaching into his colon, outside the rectum. And the cock in his mouth made it into the beginning opening of his stomach. Seth started cumming violently and uncontrollably, because he was really enjoying his anal and mouth fuck from these demons. Seth’s cum shot so far, some hit him under the chin, the gist of it, however, hit the demon in the ball sack pounding against the top of his chin, and a bit below it. When Seth came, his asshole almost forced the demon cock right out of him. Before Seth was finished letting go of his many lines of cum, and done with his ass convulsing, both demons shoved hard into Seth, on both ends. The two demons both appeared from thin air. Both quite large, muscular, one light reddish, brown. The other more darker brown with tint red. They had a very enticing, yet evil looking face. They both thrusted into Seth’s ass and mouth a few more times before finally releasing a ton of cum inside him. Seth’s stomach was filled with demon cum, squirt after squirt of it. The demon wouldn’t stop, and he was down Seth’s throat while he was cumming. All this while the other incubus drowned Seth’s colon in his cum. The two demons finally stopped cumming, and after a few more pumps into Seth’s face and ass, they pulled out. They both pulled out very slowly, letting Seth feel them slide out. Then, they both disappeared as quickly as they came. For now…

There were many years that I had students in my class that I found very attractive. Yea they were a lot younger, and yea I had thoughts of being with them, but never pursued it because I was so much older. This particular semester was no exception, and even though Ashley wasn’t in my class, I saw her in the hallway quite often, and every time I saw her, I wished she was in my class. From the first time I saw her, I had to do a double take, and when she smiled at me in the hallway and said, “Hi,” I was instantly attracted to her. She was obviously Latina, kind of tall, had long brown hair with blonde highlights, and even though she was thinly built and flat chested, she had a great figure, especially in jeans. She wore glasses that I think added to her allure a little, and even though she still had braces, “What an inviting smile,” I thought. Ashley had great lips, I think accentuated by her braces and as she walked past me and headed down the hallway with her friends, I couldn’t help but turn to watch. Long legs, nice firm little butt, and as I turned and headed to my classroom, I smiled, wanting to see her again. Like I said, she wasn’t in my class, but I was able to interact with her pretty much everyday, and as time went on, I became infatuated with her. Her tall thin frame, and her friendly outward attitude, big eyes, and sexy lips, had me subconsciously trying to justify my feelings for her, but deep down I knew she was too young to pursue. Over the next few months, we kidded with each other whenever we talked, and she seemed to become more easy going, and when I started to be a little flirtatious, I knew I had to be careful. I wanted to be with her, I had thoughts of having sex with her, and not wanting to push her away, I quickly had to tell myself to stop before it became inappropriate. However, I do think there was a mutual attraction we were feeling, one we both needed to suppress because of our age difference, and with me being a teacher, I knew I couldn’t act on. More and more, I wanted to be with her, but there was no way. Suddenly one day, Ashley suddenly asked if she could start coming in early for extra help. I of course wholeheartedly agreed, naively feeling it was just an innocent request. She seemed excited, I was too, and being able to see her and be with her every morning was nice, but again I had to be careful. One morning as we finished, Ashley asked if I could stay late. I was hesitant but again naively told her, “Of course.” I was always hoping something might happen between the two of us, wishing that maybe there was a way to ask her out, or that maybe she’d say something that would signal it would be okay, but again I would tell myself, “There was no way, you’re too old.” Ashley continued to come in early, and stay late so we could work on her assignments. However, her assignments wasn’t the reason she was coming in, because they were basically done, and we usually ended up just hanging out and talking. When it finally dawned on me that she might have a crush on me and that’s why she wanted to spend time with me, I was thrilled, but nervous too. Maybe it was because I paid attention to her, or that she felt comfortable joking around with me, in any case, I was delighted that she found me interesting enough to want to spend time with me, however I knew I needed to keep my distance. I continued to want to be with her, and feeling she was just infatuated, I continued to tell myself that I needed to be careful, and thought to myself, “What was I going to do if she wanted more.” In a way, I felt that we both wanted to be with each other but didn’t know how to acton our feelings, we were left with spending what little time we had together thinking, “What if.” One afternoon however, while we were working on one of her assignments, time had gotten away from us and when I looked at my watch, I said, “Wow, it’s late, we should probably get going.” When we both looked at the clock, Ashley smiled and simply said, “Your right,” and then turning back, we looked at each other. There was an awkward pause, but then the opportunity to be alone with her innocently presented itself, and it would soon become obvious that she wanted to be with me. Standing up and walking toward the door to my classroom, Ashley asked, “Think you can give me a ride home?” I was apprehensive, but being it was kind of late, I told myself it was just an innocent request, especially when she said that she would have to walk home because her parents were out of town. Looking at her, I hesitated, worrying, “What would people think?” However, when I realized how far she would have to walk and being it was late, I decided I should probably give her a ride. She was visibly excited and reaching over, she gave me a big hug saying, “Thank you.” I couldn’t help but smile as she hugged me. It felt great to hold her and smelling her faint perfume was nice, and as we looked at each other, I nervously said, “Well, we should probably get going.” Heading out of the building, it looked like everyone was gone and as we cut across the blacktop area on our way to the parking lot, I could see it was basically empty. Looking around as we moved toward my car, it didn’t look like anyone noticed us leaving together, or at least I hoped no one did. In the car, Ashley seemed a little nervous too as we left, but when I asked her which way I needed to go, she seemed to snap out of it. Looking at me, she pointed which way to head and as I drove, she gave me a few directions. I tried to keep it easy-going, making idle chit chat, and nervously joking around with her. Everything seemed to be going okay, and after we made a few turns into the nearby neighborhood, Ashley looked over at me and said, “This is it.” Stopping out front of a small house, she undid her seatbelt, and holding out my hand wanting to shake hers, she turned back, looking down at my hand briefly. Ashley then took my hand, and as we looked at each other, I felt there was something else she wanted to ask. Ashley then shyly looked down and after a pause she blurted out, “Do you want to come in?” I was shocked, and again hesitated but as I looked at her she said, “It’s okay, no one’s home.” Troubled I thought, “What should I do?” And when I didn’t say anything right away she seemed almost apologetic saying, “Maybe you can wait until I get inside?” I was torn, I wanted to be with her, I wanted to go in but I was having conflicting thoughts about being alone with her. Smiling as we looked at each other I said, “Someone will probably show up soon.” Ashley then reached over, touching my hand, and as I looked at her, she quietly said, “They’re out of town, visiting my grandparents, it’s okay, you can come in.” I had forgotten, “There was no one home,” and now after telling me, “They we’re out of town,” and seeing her looking over her glasses smiling, it was obvious she wanted me to come in. Thinking, “Maybe it was she didn’t want to go inside alone,” and then immediately realizing it was the opening I was looking for, I thought, “If I don’t take it, it’ll never be there again.” As she opened the car door, she looked at me questioningly and said, “Thanks for the ride.” Immediately, without hesitation I said, “Well, maybe I can come in for a little bit.” Ashley looked at me smiling excitedly and said,”Okay, come on!” She seemed very anxious, which made me nervous but when I saw her beaming as I looked over, I smiled and unbuckled my seatbelt. Quickly getting out of the car and going around to where she was, she looked at me and again said, “Come on,” motioning for me to follow her. I became very paranoid as we headed up the walk, cautiously looking around to see if anyone was watching, but being it was dark, I didn’t notice anything, but still made sure to hurry into the house. As we went in the front door, the living room was immediately to the left and the kitchen was further back, and as Ashley asked if I wanted anything to drink, she put her backpack down and walked toward the kitchen. Inquisitively I asked, “What do you have,” as I boldly followed her into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door Ashley said, “Well there’s water, Pepsi, and there are a couple beers, if you want one.” Looking in hesitantly, there was a pause and when I asked her to choose, she said, “How about we share a beer.” Smiling, I agreed and as she handed it to me, I opened it and immediately took a big drink, hoping it might calm my nerves. Smiling, I passed it over to her, and after taking a drink, and choking it down, she handed it back to me. I don’t think she really drank but as we stood there sharing the beer, making idle chit chat, we eventually finished it. Ashley now asked, “Wanta go watch some TV?” Seeing her smiling, I agreed it was a good idea, and when I asked, “Why don’t you grab another beer,” she again smiled and grabbed one from the refrigerator. Ushering us out to the living room now, and over to the couch, I instinctively sat at one end. Looking up at her, Ashley handed me the beer and as I took it, she sat next to me, and scooted closer. It was nice to be with her and then as I took a drink, she leaned over and suddenly kissed me on the cheek. I was shocked, and as I looked at her I smiled and asked, “What was that for?” I could see she was blushing and there was a brief pause as we looked at each other, but then Ashley quickly replied, “Thanks for the ride home,” and finished by saying, “and for wanting to hang out.” I couldn’t believe it and as I looked at her, I casually put my hand on her thigh and told her, ”I always like spending time with you.” This again made Ashley blush and as she put her hand on mine, and I too looked at our hands, I gently gave it a squeeze. Looking up, Ashley smiled and then as we looked at each other, she leaned into me and gave me a side hug. Instinctively, I put my arm around her and hugging her back, I gave her a kiss on the head. It felt really good to hold her, but when we leaned away from each other, she seemed to look at me startled. Smiling at each other briefly, I gave her a more serious look, and then leaning toward her, she closed her eyes. Kissing her on the lips, I nervously looked for a reaction. I had wanted this and when she seemed to kiss me back, I felt she was okay with it too. Leaning away, I patted her on the thigh, and as she opened her eyes and she saw me looking at her, she smiled and gave me a hug. After hugging for a little, we sat back and held hands as we gathered our thoughts. Looking over at her, I subtly said, “That was nice,” which made her smile bashfully. Grabbing the beer off the table, I casually took a drink from the beer and then handing it to her, she took a drink too. Seeing it was almost empty or maybe needing to gather her composure, Ashley asked, “Do you want me to get another?” Nodding, I said, “Sure, if you want to.” Ashley quickly stood up and hurried into the kitchen to get another, and as I sat there waiting, I knew I had a big smile. Sitting there impatiently waiting, I heard her open it, and then as she came back into the living room, I watched as she took a drink. Smiling at her as she moved closer, she handed it to me, and then as she sat down, I too took a big drink. Setting it down, we scooted closer and then as I nervously looked at her, I casually put my one hand on her leg. Ashley immediately leaned against me, and as I pulled her closer, she looked up at me and we ended up kissing. Passionately kissing, I started to worry, realizing what was happening, and not sure I should be there, I held her away. As we looked at each other I asked, “Are you okay with this?” I was super nervous but when she smiled and leaned into me again, and said, “Yea,” I found myself smiling. Pulling her close and holding her, it didn’t take us long before we were kissing again, letting our tongues explore each other’s mouths. As Ashley started feeling on my back, I slid my hand up her leg until it was on her crotch. It took a moment, but when she felt what I was doing, she quickly brought her hand around, and pushing it away she said, “No, don’t.” We were still kissing, but I sensed some nervousness, and not wanting to go too fast, I simply moved my hand back down her thigh. Looking at each other now, I eventually put my hand on her waist, and when I gave her side a little squeeze, she smiled. Even though Ashley had a slight frame, her body felt so good and as we started to make out again, I gradually moved my hand up to her chest, until it was right under her left boob. Ashley drew in a breath as we continued to kiss, and then as I moved my hand up to feel on her boob, she opened her eyes and put her hand on mine, stopping me. I could feel she had on a bra, but again she was very flat chested, so her bra was very small. Continuing to gently feel on her little tits as we looked at each other, I could feel her erect nipples pushing against her top. Ashley instinctively looked down now at my hand as I felt on her tits, and then looking back up, we again kissed. I could feel Ashley was smiling as we kissed, and then as she playfully bit my lip, I smiled too. It was so hot, I couldn’t believe it, and wanting more, I slowly and awkwardly moved my hand to her crotch again. Feeling on her pussy through her pants, I reached my other hand down to my crotch and as I adjusted my cock, she looked down too. I already had a hard on and when she realized what I was doing, she now curiously groped for my cock through my pants. When Ashley felt how hard I was, she suddenly stopped and pulled her hand away. Looking at each other there was a pause and when I asked, “Are you okay,” she again looked down and smiled mischievously. Ashley then reached down and boldly tried to undo my pants, which made me look down too. I hoped she’d get them off, but seeing her struggle, I leaned back trying to give her better access. Eventually, I had to help her and as we looked at each other, I smiled and thought, “Oh my god, is this really going to happen?” Adjusting my pants, she looked at me a little confused, and asked, “What’s wrong?” Nothing was wrong and as she continued to look at me for reassurance, I smiled and then reached down, quickly unbuttoning my pants. Ashley immediately looked down, and anxiously watching as I got them umzipped and gradually inch them down. Eventually, I wiggled a little, letting them drop to the floor, and when she looked up at me again apprehensively, I smiled. Ashley immediately looked back down, because it had to be obvious that I had a hard on, and seeing my boxers bulging, she was definitely curious. Catching herself, she looked up at me smiling, and then hastily reached out, she grabbed at it. I was still worried but as she eventually took hold of my cock through my boxers, and squeezed it, she again looked up at me. She was smiling but seemed to be somewhat fixated on it, and when I reached down and put my hand on hers, gradually having her start to rub it, she turned a little on the couch. Asking her if everything was okay, she looked at me and after a nod, I leaned down to give her a kiss. I hoped that she would try to pull my boxers down, and after a little bit, I knew I needed to help her. Reaching down with both hands, trying to inch them down, Ashley suddenly grabbed the bottom of the leg holes, which made me smile as she slowly pulled them down. Again adjusting my cock, so it wouldn’t hang up as she pulled them down, she suddenly stopped. I didn’t want her to stop and so I reached down, continuing to pull them down. It was obvious she was apprehensive but I think she wanted to see it too, and when my cock suddenly flopped out, she leaned away. Smiling, I took hold of it and even though I wasn't fully hard, she watched as I pulled on it. Looking at her, all I could think about was wanting to fuck her and when I let go, letting my cock hang, she nervously looked up at me smiling. When she saw I was smiling too, her eyes went back to my cock. Ashley seemed cautious, but still seemed curious too. I’m sure she was thinking, “ What should I do,” and then as she timidly looked up again for guidance I smiled.y told her, “Go ahead,” trying to convince her it would be okay to hold it. As she looked down again, I reached out and taking her hand, I casually placed her little hand around my cock. Ashley was unsure, and pulling away scared, she again looked at me. Leaning over, I gave her a kiss and when I said, “Don’t worry,” she smiled. She had small hands, and as I again moved her one hand toward my crotch and placed it around my cock, Ashley looked down, watching. As I slowly moved her move her hand up and down the length, she hesitantly looked up at me again, which had me ask, “Are you okay?” Ashley sheepishly smiled and as she again look down as she stroked my cock, she asked, “Is this right?” It was better than okay, and when I smiled and nodded, she looked down again and continued to stroke it. I hoped she might want to go down on me, but I didn’t want to press my luck. Instead, I reached my one down, and as I tried helping her, she looked up at me. I think she suddenly got a little nervous, because she was now rubbing my cock at arm’s length. Grabbing her chin so she would look at me, I smiled and the. gave her a reassuring kiss. Ashley, suddenly let go and quickly putting her arms around my neck, she gave me a big hug. It startled me but I immediately thought, “How nice it was to be able to feel her body next to mine.“ Making out with her now, I wanted to see more of her, I wanted to see her little tits and when I again brought my hand up, and briefly felt on them, I hastily tried to lift her shirt up over her head. Bringing her hands up to her chest, stopping me, I looked at her. Ashley was smiling and then as we looked at each other she suggested, “Wanta go to my bedroom?” Smiling, I immediately agreed, and as we started to stand up, I pulled my boxers back up and quickly leaned forward grabbing my pants off the floor. Ashley smiled and then taking my hand, she led us down a short hallway. I was nervously excited as we headed toward her room, but along the way she enthusiastically pointed out a bedroom on the right, a small bathroom on the left, and then a door to her parent’s bedroom next to that. After briefly looking in, she pulled me into the bedroom at the end of the hall, across from her parent’s room. As we went in, Ashley said, “This is my room.” As I followed her in, she quickly went over and sat on the bed. She then laid back, and smiling, she spread her arms over her head. It was hard to not stare at her body as she laid there with her legs spread, and even though I couldn’t see anything, I desperately wanted too. Ashley now turned onto her side and leaning on her elbow she said, “What do you think.” Moving over, I wanted to reach out and grab her as she laid there, but instead I sat down on the bed next to her. Ashley’s bedroom was rather small, but as I looked around, she had a window that faced the street, and her room was decorated nicely. Her bed, I figured must have been a twin, with a dresser and a matching nightstand that had a lamp. Continuing to look around some more, she had a couple posters on the walls, and a shelf with a few items on it. Eventually, I nervously stood up and walked around looking at the knick knacks and posters, and when I looked back at her laying there, she was still leaning on her elbow, smiling and watching me. Smiling back, I hoped she would ask me to stay, and after a pause I said, “You have a great room.” Ashley continued to smile and then said, “Why don’t you sit back down,” as she reach her hand out patting the bed. Looking over at her I thought, “I’m in deep now,” and as I dropped my pants on the floor, I quickly moved over to sit next to her. Ashley shyly giggled a little as I sat next to her on the edge of the bed, and when I instinctively put my hand on hers, we looked at each other. I wanted to kiss her but a sudden feeling of concern came over me. I was worried about what we were about to do and looking away I nervously said, “Maybe I should get going.” Ashley looked at me concerned and as she put her hand on my back, there was another short pause. Scooting closer to me, I looked over at her and she said, “Why do you want to leave?” I really didn’t want to and as we looked at each other, she said, “I want you to stay if you can.” Ashley’s eyes shyly looked away now, but when I took her hand, she looked back up at me. I knew I wasn’t going to leave and when our eyes met, I turned to face her more and gave her a kiss. Closing our eyes as we kissed, I eventually pushed my tongue into her mouth. It startled her at first, making her pull back, but she didn’t stop, instead she tilted her head slightly. I wanted to make it happened and I was seriously aroused by the thought of making love with her, but I was also nervous knowing it was her first time. Continuing to kiss, I moved my one hand up under her boob again, and as I gently cupped it, she again gasped and we stopped kissing. Ashley then glanced down as I put my hand on her boob, and giving it a gentle squeeze she looked at me. I worried, but seeing her smile, I realized she was okay with it. Looking at each other now, I was at a lost for words, but as she sat up on the bed until she was kneeling, I stood up. Smiling at me, I quickly climbed on the bed with her and when I smiled back at her I said, “This is nice.” Kneeling in front of her, Ashley put her arms around my neck and as we again kissed I thought, “This is so nice.” I knew she was interested and felt she was giving me permission, but I continued to think, “Should I really be here?” I decided to do it and taking her hand, I looked at her and said, “Ashley, you’re really pretty and ... ,” but before I could finish she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Quickly returning the kiss, I grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her closer. We only kissed for a second or two and as we stopped and looked at each other again, I worried, I didn’t know what to do, but didn’t want it to stop, and after a paus, Ashley asked, “Are you okay. Looking at her for a second, I quickly said, “Yea, I’m okay, and then inadvertently asked, “Are you sure you wanta do this?” She seemed confused, but I needed to know and when she said, “Yea, don’t you,” I smiled and gave her a hug. As I held her by the waist, I looked at her and after a pause I smiled and said, “I’ve thought about being with you for a long time, Ashley.” This made her shyly smile, and then leaning toward her, we again hugged and I gave her a kiss. This really felt good and as I gave her another kiss, I moved my hand up until it was on her one boob. Gently feeling on it, giving it a sublte squeeze, she gasped as we kept kissing. Feeling on both of her boobs now, I could feel her little nipples were getting hard. Ashley’s shyness seemed to be fading a little, and again I thought, “Are we really going to do this?” Reaching around her, feeling for her bra strap, quickly unhooking it through her top, Ashley immediately leaned away, covering her chest as her bra dropped off her shoulders. Looking at her, I immediately tried to lift her top over her head. Smiling, Ashley eventually lifted her arms up, letting me quickly slipped it over her head. Casting it off the bed and turning to look at her, she was blushing as she held her bra against her chest with both hands. She was obviously nervous to let me see her body but when I again kissed her, she inadvertently let her bra straps fall down her arms. Telling her, “It’s okay,” she smiled, letting me take it off. Tossing it aside too, she again covered her chest, crossing her arms. As we looked at each other, I gently pushed her hands down, exposing her firm little boobs. She really was so pretty and seeing her firm little tits and hard little nipples, I instinctively reached up, to feel on them as we looked at each other. She didn’t stop me and after a simple little kiss on the lips, I moved to kiss her neck and then kissed my way down her chest. Closing my eyes as I started kissing and sucking her right nipple, she exhaled in anticipation. Ashley was so sweet and when she didn’t stop me, I moved my hand down to feel on her crotch. Continuing to tongue and suck her nipples, as I tried to fel on her pussy. Yea she still had on her jeans, but when she casually spread her legs a little, giving me better access as I felt on her pussy, she took a deep breath. I wanted this and when she didn’t stop me, I moved backup to kiss her. Immediately I tried to undo her pants, and when they unbuttoned easily and I started to unzip them, she reached down grabbing my wrist, making me stop. I didn’t want to, but knew I should. Ashley was so young and my suspicion of her never having been with a guy before had to be true, but for some reason I felt that right now she wanted to be with me. Acknowledging her, I stopped and moving my hand to her side, I kissed her. Continuing to kiss, she seemed to relax a little and as I laid her back and pulled her pants down, she gave me a concerned look. Smiling, I grabbed her pants by the legs and as I started to pull them off, she giggled and then lifting up, I pulled them down. Throwing them to the floor, Ashley quickly grabbed her panties, and as I watched her adjust them so they would come off too, I smiled seeing her pussy through her powder blue panties. Ashley was so pretty, and even though she was rather skinny and flat chested, I couldn’t help but admiring her, thinking how I wanted to be in her. However, when she saw I was staring, I think it made her a little self-conscious because she again tried to cover her chest. Looking up and smiling at her as she lay there, I could seeing a concerned look on her face, which made me became a little nervous. However, when our eyes met, and I saw her smile, I immediately slid on top of her. Ashley scooted back a little, and as I moved to lay next to her, putting my leg over hers, I gave her a kiss. Eventually, I climbed back on top of her, and spreading her legs, I made sure to press my cock against her pussy. Trying to keep my weight off her, I reached down, gradually slipped off my boxers. Smiling at her as I struggled to get them off, I eventually went to kissing her after casting them off the bed. Again making sure to press my cock against her, I slowly moved down kissing her neck and then kissing down her chest, feeling her little titties. I wanted to see her little pussy and I wanted to eat her, “If she’ll let me,” I thought. It didn’t take long before I inched my way down until I was kissing the insides of her legs. Looking up at her briefly and see that she was laying back, I immediately started mouthing her pussy through her panties. Running my tongue in her slit, she grabbed the covers. She was definitely wet and smelling her wet little pussy, I pulled her panties to the side. Ashley leaned forward and as I put my tongue into her slit, she put her hand on my head. Lightly licking pussy, she brought her knees up. Indulging in eating her pussy, making sure to flick her clit, Ashley arched her back and spread her legs a little more. Realizing she had probably never done this before, I looked up at her briefly. She had her eyes closed and smiling, I pull her panties aside a little more. Looking down at her pussy and spreading her lips a little with my finger, I again plunged my tongue in her slit. Ashley suddenly rose up on her elbows, and when I looked up at her again, I put my one hand on her stomach, trying to steady her. Moving up and kneeling in front of her now, I slipping my fingers under the band of her panties. Looking at each other and smiling slyly, I gradually started trying to take them off. Her panties were definitely damp and as I continued to look up at her as I pulled them down, Ashley instinctively reached down to cover her pussy. Getting her panties over her feet, she seemed to smile, which made me look away and smile too as I dropped them off the bed. Quickly climbing back on top of her, I kissed her and then kneeling in front of her, I started to gently massage her thighs. She only had a small amount of pubic hair, but it looked like she must trim it, and when I started to finger her, she smiled and laid back. I wanted to fuck her and as I laid on top of her again, and pressed my cock against her, Ashley grinned, which made me lean forward and give her a kiss. I’m sure it was obvious that I wanted to fuck her, but I needed her to know it was okay. Kissing her neck, I eventually moved my way back down tonguing and sucking her nipples briefly before moving down further until I was between her legs. At first she tensed up as I got between her legs and gently spread her soft little pussy lips with my fingers. Ashley again laid back, and as she willingly spreading her legs, I moved in the eat her pussy. She really was tight, and after licking and tonguing her slit, I pushed my tongue into her, eating her pussy. Ashley did reach down, touching my head with one hand, but didn’t stop me. I desperately wanted to be in her, but I wanted to try to get her off first. She smelled so good and as I continued to plunge my tongue into her and flick at her clit, Ashley started to wiggle and moan a little. I felt she was probably going to cum and when she started squeezing my head between her legs and arch her back, I knew she was close. Suddenly, she leaned up putting both of her hands on my head, telling me to stop as she tried to pull me up. Not stopping, wanting her to cum, wanting her to get off, I kept eating her. Ashley continued to squeeze my head between her legs, grinding as she lay back. Desperately trying to tongue her clit, she let her legs drop and again reached down, grabbing my head, saying, “Stop!” Feeling her legs quiver a little, I looked up at her, and after wiping my mouth, I gradually moved up, kissing her body until I was on top of her. She was out of breath but smiling and as I leaned up and kissed her, I made sure the head of my cock brushed up against her pussy. It startled her a little I think, because she pushed me away saying, “No,” under her breath as we continued to kiss. Moving down a little, making sure my cock wasn’t touching her, she stopped pushing me away. Ashley was still reeling a little and as we kissed, I again moved up and reaching down, I tried to guide my cock in her. Whispering, “Relax,” Ashley wrapped her arms around my neck as my cock pressed against her pussy. At first, she didn’t realize what I was doing, but eventually said, “Stop!” She really was so tight, and raising up slightly and looking at her, I could see she was worried. As we pause and looked at each other, I finally asked, “Do you want me to stop?” Ashley didn’t say anything right away, but as she reached her one hand down to her pussy, blocking me, I asked, “Are you okay?” She seemed scared, unsure, and as I tried to tell her it would be okay, Ashley looked down saying, “I’m not on birth control.” I should have realized, but after a brief pause she smiled at me and asked, “Do you have anything?” “Oh my god,” I thought. I knew I should have been carrying at least one condom, but as we continued to look at each other I sadly said, “No, I forgot to bring one.” She was definitely worried but as she looked at me, Ashley suddenly said, “You can’t cum in me, Okay?” Smiling back at her I nodded and asked,”Are you sure?” Nodding her head, it was obvious that she was nervous. Smiling, wanting to reassure her that it would be okay. Moving up and kissing her as I positioned myself on top of her, she again said, “Remember, don’t cum in me.” Leaning forward, I kissed her and said, “I promise, and then said, “I won’t.” I couldn’t believe it, she was going to let me fuck her, but I knew I had to be careful and as we looked at each other I said, “Just tell me if you want me to stop.” Ashley smiled sheepishly and nodding her head she again said, “Just go slow, okay?” Nodding and kissing her again, she laid back, putting her hand on my hips. Moving my hand down, grabbing my cock, I slowly tried to push into her. Ashley tensed up a little, which made me tell her to relax. She was wet but still so tight. I needed to try to loosen her up a little and as we continued to kiss as I moved my cock up and down her slit. It must have felt good, because she did seem to relax a little, and as the head of my cock touched her pussy, she took a deep breath. I wanted to be in her and as I tried to guide my cock into her, Ashley grabbed my waist as I slowly pushed into her. She was so tight, I didn’t want it to hurt, and seeing her wincing a little, I knew I had to go slow. Ashley now moved her hands to my chest, and as she pushed on me a little, I stopped, pulling out a little. I wanted to be in her, and kissing her, I again worked my cock up and down her slit. I didn’t want her to stop me, and as I pushed into her again, I hoped she’d eventually relax enough, letting my cock in her. “Oh yea,” I thought as the head of my cock slip into her, and when I gave her a kiss, she smiled. I was in her but not all the way and as I slowly worked my cock in and out of her, it really felt good. Leaning up and stopping, I asked, “Are you okay?” She nodded but I could see it was still a little uncomfortable, and as I continued to try to fuck her, Ashley again pushed on my chest saying, ”Go slow.” Leaning forward and kissing her, she kept her eyes closed, but seeing her smile, as I started to move my cock in and out of her. Hunching over her, with my hands under her shoulder, kissing her neck, thinking about how good it felt, I wanted to cum. Pushing deeper into her, continuing to move my cock in and out, it didn’t take long before I was close. Moving my cock in and out of her faster now, and breathing harder, I simply said, “I’m going to cum.” Hearing this, it freaked her out and immediately pushed on me saying, “Don’t cum in me!” Looking at her, I could see she concerned and as she continued to push on me I smiled and said, “I won’t.” I knew I had to pull out, but it really felt good, she was so tight, and when I again hunched over her shoulder, and started fucking her, I desperately wanted to cum before she stopped me. Breathing hard, I was close, I wanted it to last, I wanted to wait to pull out until I was about to cum. Suddenly, as I pushed deep into her one more time, I suddenly felt my cock jerk inside her a little. In a panic, I quickly tried to lift up off her, and as I reached down grabbing my cock, it jerked inside her again. Desperately squeezing my cock, hoping I hadn’t cum in her, I hurriedly lifted off her and kneeling between her legs, I leaned forward and let it go. Ashley now leaned up on her elbows and watched as cum initially shot out on her stomach. However, when my cum inadvertently dribbled on her pussy, she pulled away, scared. It felt so good but as I looked at her and squeezed the last little bit of cum out on her thigh she said, “You didn’t cum in me, did you?” I worried that maybe I had, but I wasn’t sure, and when she saw me smile, she reached down, touching the cum on her stomach. Watching her as she looked down and ran her fingers though the cum on her stomach, I could see Ashley smiling. Sitting back, out of breath, Ashley reached down to her pussy. Suddenly, feeling cum on her pussy, she became concerned that I had cum in her. Looking at me, almost hyperventilate a little, Ashley was freaked out, and thinking the worst she hastily said, “You came in me, didn’t you!” I didn’t know what to say and like I said, I wasn’t sure if I had or not, but as I looked at her, I felt she might start to cry. I needed to try to reassure her that I hadn’t and quickly I leaned up and said, “It’s only on the outside.” Grabbing the sheets, she immediately started to frantically wiping the cum off her stomach and then her crotch. I really hoped that I hadn’t cum in her and as I watched, she bent her knees slightly, I thought I saw cum trickle out of her pussy. Taking a second look, I thought, “Oh no, what should I do?” Instinctively looking up at her, I reached over and as I rubbed her legs, I tried to convince myself that it was only on the outside. Yea, I was scared and I’m sure she was worried too, but then Ashley all of a sudden reached down, putting her fingers in her pussy. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and quickly blurted out, “No don’t!” Ashley instantly stopped and looking at me I said, “You shouldn’t put your fingers in you after touching my cum, and after a moment I said, “I don’t want you to get pregnant.” Looking at her fingers and seeing cum on them, she hastily wiped her fingers on the covers, realizing what she had done. Ashley now nervously looked at me, which made me suggest, “Maybe you should go into the bathroom and clean up. Nodding, she got off the bed and immediately headed toward the bathroom. I tried to follow her, but Ashley quickly turned and looking at me said, “No, I’ll do it,” which made me back away and say, “You might want to take a shower.” Ashley smiled and then quickly scurrying into the bathroom, she closed the door. I could hear her turn on the water and as I sat there, continuing to worry about what I should do, I decided I should probably get going. She was only in there for a short time, and as I started to get dressed, I heard the water shut off. Pulling up my pants and quickly put my shirt on, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Looking over as Ashley came back into the bedroom, she was smiling but when she saw me getting dressed she said, “What’s wrong, and then asked, “What are you doing?” She looked concerned as she stood there holding the towel around her and when I stood up and buttoned my pants I said, “I think I should get going.” At first, she looked disappointed, but as she stood there and we looked at each other, Ashley nodded her head. Giving her a hug and kissing her on the head she said, “Yea, it’s getting late.” I continued to worry about her getting pregnant, and when I didn’t see her for a while, I didn’t know what to do. However, she did eventually show up, which was a relief and when she approached me, I asked, “How are you doing?” Ashley simply nodded and smiling she asked, “Can you help me later with some of my assignments.” Smiling, I was glad everything was good between us and more importantly, she wasn’t pregnant. What a huge weight off my shoulder that was, because it could have gone terribly wrong. As time went by, working with her became fewer and fewer and even though we did see each other a lot, and we did occasionally flirt with each other, we never spent time together again. Even though Ashley moved on to another school, she continues to be on my mind, and when I think about the time we spent together, I wish we could do it just one more time.

Educating Cindy Cindy was 13 and in Junior high. She was a tiny little thing and her little titties had just started to develop. She hadn’t developed pubic hair yet but her period had just started and she was experiencing new feelings. Her Mom and Dad were divorced and she lived with her Mom and she missed her Daddy. When Mom got a new boyfriend Tom, she liked him right away and being an affectionate little girl she always gave him hugs and kisses before she went to bed. She would lay awake in her little baby doll nightie and think about how it would feel like to be a big girl. One night she woke up and had to go to the bathroom to pee but as she passed down the hall she heard noises in the living room and she peeked carefully round the corner to see what it was. There was “ uncle “ Tom and Mommy laying on the couch and they were both naked . Mommy was kneeling over uncle Tom and had his “ thing “ in her mouth and she was sucking on it and uncle Tom had his face buried between Mommy’s legs licking her private parts. Mommy’s big white titties were hanging down and she was holding one in her hand and squeezing the big brown nipple. Uncle Tom was licking Mommy’s privates, while his big hands were squeezing the cheeks of Mommy’s bare bottom and he was rubbing his finger around the entrance to Mommy’s tushie hole. Cindy watched him slide his finger into Mommy’s little brown hole and then Mommy gasped as uncle Toms’ thing jerked and all of a sudden some white stuff started leaking out of Mommy’s mouth. Cindy suddenly got scared and softly went back to her bedroom. She lay awake for hours thinking about what she had seen. She felt funny when Mommy came in later and kissed her goodnight. Soon uncle Tom moved in and things were nice. He would buy her presents and sometimes she would sit on his lap at night while they watched t.v. and he would cuddle her and tickle her. Mommy thought it was cute and said she thought Cindy liked uncle Tom more than her. Cindy jumped up and ran to Mommy and said “ You’re my Mommy, I love you “ Mommy said she was just joking and not to worry. Mommy and uncle Tom were sleeping together and often as she went past their bedroom door on her way to the bathroom she would peek in and she would see them fucking. She knew what fucking was because her Mom had told her that was how babies were made, only Mom didn’t call it fucking…she said it was making love. Her friends at school called it fucking. Whatever it was called, it made her feel funny inside as she watched uncle Toms’ thing slip in and out of Mommy’s private place. Cindy would go to the bathroom and touch herself between her legs before she peed, and it always felt wet after she had watched her Mom and Tom. Mommy had to take a night job at the restaurant and that’s when Tom started to put her to bed at night. Mommy had said Tom would come up and tuck her in but Tom made her go upstairs and change into her nightie and then come down and sit on his lap. He would hold her tight and give her little kisses before he carried her up to bed. Then he would give her a nice big wet kiss like he did with Mommy. Cindy liked it. It made her feel grown up. One night when she came down in her nightie, he made her model for him. She twirled around and shook her little bottom like she had seen the dancers do on t.v. Uncle Tom pulled her close and squeezed her little tushie and said she was a good dancer. Soon she was dancing for him every night and he showed her how to bump and grind like the big girls. Then he would pull her onto his lap and give her long kisses. One night when he carried her up to bed he laid her down on the bed and lifted up her nightie and started to blow on her tummy. She started to giggle. He rolled her over and blew on her back and then started to fondle the cheeks of her little ass. He had patted her little bum before but this time he was squeezing it and it felt good. The next night he lifted her nightie and gently touched her little titties. “ You know you have pretty little titties don’t you” he asked . “ Are they as pretty as Mommy’s” she asked him. “ They are so pretty I am going to kiss them “ he replied and he bent his head and started to kiss her titties all over. He popped one into his mouth and started to suck on it while he softly squeezed her other one with his hand. “ Does it feel good ? “ he asked her. She felt very funny inside but she didn’t want him to stop so she said she liked it. Now when she came down to sit on his lap, he would take the top of her nightie off right away and start to squeeze and fondle her little breasts. It seemed like her breasts were growing bigger every day and her nipples were getting harder and harder. She would sit on Toms lap with her back snuggled into his chest so he could reach around and take one tittie in each hand and he would squeeze and fondle them for the longest time. She knew he liked doing it cause she could feel his hard thing pushing into her bum through her nightie. When he carried her up to bed he would run his hands down inside the back of her panties and cup her cheeks to lift her up off the ground as he carried her. When he laid her down on the bed,, he would turn her over onto her tummy he and slip the elastic of her panties down over her bum a little and bend over to kiss her bare tushie. It felt good when he licked her bottom and sometimes his tongue slipped down into her crack a little. One night while she was lying on her back in bed and he was kissing her titties, he slowly slipped his hand under the waistband of her little panties and moved it down to cover her tiny pussy. “Do you like that ?” he asked She was so surprised she just lay there petrified. “ Shall I stop “ he asked, but his hand kept softly squeezing her little mound and her pussy. She couldn’t speak and she felt weak and her pussy was quivering under his touch. “ You’re getting to be a big girl and I knew you were ready for this “ Tom said. Almost without thinking, she knew uncle Tom was going to take her panties off and she made no move to stop him as he slipped them completely off so that now she was totally naked. She never said a word but just kept looking up at him with doe like eyes as he started to rub her pussy all over. His soft fingers gently parted her little lips as he explored the folds of her sex. All the time he was smiling down at her and he would bend down every so often to kiss her. It just seemed so natural as her lips parted when he slid his tongue into her mouth. She just instinctively knew how to kiss, and she was enthralled watching his fingers moving over and in and out of her pussy. He rubbed two fingers gently up and down just inside her little vagina and then dragged them up over her tiny hard nubbin. She felt her little tushie tighten and contract and she cried out with pleasure as Tom rubbed her little clit even harder. Then he stood up and spread her legs even wider and put his finger right inside her little hole and started to push. She was just too tight and it wouldn’t go in. She cried out in pain and uncle Tom took his finger out and said he was sorry, then he kissed her mouth and her little titties some more and the pain went away. The next day was Saturday and Mommy didn’t have to work so they all went to the movies and had a nice day and that night Mommy put her to bed instead of Uncle Tom. She was dreaming about how uncle Tom had touched her and she woke up feeling wet and she had to pee, so she went down the darkened hall to the bathroom. The light in the living room was on so remembering the last time, she sneaked up to the entrance and peeked inside. They were on the couch again and Mom was sitting on top of uncle Tom and he was sucking on one of he tits but then Cindy screamed in surprise as she saw that they were fucking again but this time uncle Toms big cock was stuck up inside Moms little pink asshole and he was pumping it in and out like crazy.. Cindy turned and ran back to her bedroom cause she knew she was in trouble for watching them. A little later Mommy came into the room and sat down on her bed..” Don’t worry sweetie, “ Mommy said. “ I’m not mad at you. “ “ But Mommy, what were you doing ? uncle Tom had his thing in your bum .“ “ Is that how you make babies ? “ “ No, No,” Mommy said. “ We do it that way so we don’t make babies. You have to do it in the front to make babies, but men love to do it in your bum cause it’s nice and tight.” “ Do you like it in your bum Mommy ? “ Cindy asked. “ Sure, now and then it feels good, but some girls like it that way all the time, “ Mommy replied. Mommy kissed her again and then left. Cindy’s mind was racing and it took a long time to fall asleep Sunday night Mommy had to go to work and Tom was a little uneasy when she sat on his lap. “ Don’t worry Uncle Tom , Mommy explained what you were doing last night. “ Cindy couldn’t believe her own ears as she suddenly blurted out “Will you rub me again like the last time, it made me feel so good. “ Cindy still had her clothes on; a little pair of white shorts and a pink blouse. Uncle Tom unbuttoned her blouse and took it off and then reached around and undid her bra so that her titties were free and exposed to his gaze. Cindy never resisted as he laid her down on the couch and bent his head to her breasts and started to suck on them. Almost immediately his hand reached down and started to unzip her shorts. Quickly he pulled her shorts and her panties off and his hand found the moist slit of her little cunt. Once again his fingers rubbed her all over, sending goose bumps up her back but as soon as he tried to put a finger inside her, her pussy tightened up and got too dry and his finger wouldn’t go in. “ You’re just too dry, “ he said. “ We need to get you wet inside.“ Tom knelt on the floor in front of the couch and laid her down on her back and then spread her legs apart and lifted them over his shoulders. Her vagina was now wide open and only inches from Toms’ mouth. He bent his head a little and sank his tongue into the damp folds of her pussy lips. Cindy almost passed out. It happened so fast and the sudden fiery feeling in her stomach was burning down into her pussy. Uncle Tom started to lick and suck and nibble all around the outside and insides of her pussy. His tongue lashed up against her little clit and it soon popped out of its sheath to meet his tongue. Even though somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she shouldn’t be doing this, she just couldn’t stop, Her body was on fire and the pleasure was so intense, she just wanted more and more. Uncle Tom licked harder and harder and her little mound got softer and softer and inside her vagina got really wet. She never even really felt it as uncle Tom slipped one finger into her pussy and then two and slowly started to ease them up inside her. There was no more pain, just a nice full feeling and he started to slide his fingers in and out of her pussy while continuing to lick her clit. His fingers went in deeper and deeper and suddenly there was a stab of pain and she cried out in agony but uncle Tom just kept pushing and pushing and finally his fingers were all the way inside of her and the pain began to subside as he continued to now slowly move his fingers inside her as he kept pumping them in and out. Her tummy started to churn and she cried again and her hips began to buck as she went into the throes of her first orgasm. Wet sticky fluid spilled out of her little cunt, all over uncle Tom’s fingers and face. She looked down and saw blood all over uncle Toms hand and chin and she got really scared. “ Uncle Tom, uncle Tom ! I’m bleeding, what’s happening to me. “ “ Don’t worry,” he said as he held her close. “ You’ve just lost your virginity and had your first orgasm all at the same time. “ “ But uncle Tom, will I have to go to the hospital to get my pussy fixed. “ “ No, it will be fine, “ he said as he carried her to the bathroom and gently washed all the blood and mucus out of the folds of her pussy and off her pubic mound. When she was all clean he put talcum powder over her pussy and carried her up to bed. “ You’re a big girl now, ” he said as he gently rubbed her pussy one more time and then he kissed her goodnight. The next night they were on the couch watching t.v. and Tom had taken her panties off and was slipping his fingers in and out of her pussy again. As he was rubbing, she noticed the bulge in his pants getting bigger and bigger. “ Do you know what that is, “ he asked her. “ Sure,” she said. “ It’s your penis, “ “ I’ve seen you put it inside Mommy when you fuck her. “ “Would you like to really see it up close, “ he asked her. Before she could reply, he stood up and took off his shorts and turned to face her. His cock was standing straight up, hard as a rock and it was huge. She had seen it from a distance but never realized how big it was. It was 10 ½ inches long and nearly as thick as her arm. “ Do you like it, “ he asked. She was speechless but she managed to stammer “ It’s beautiful, but it’s so big , how does it ever fit inside Mommy ? “ “ Well as girls get bigger their pussies expand inside and cocks even bigger than this one will fit inside, “ he told her. “ Here, why don’t you touch it and see what it feels like,” he said as he took her hand and placed it on his cock. Her little hand wouldn’t fit around it so she had to take both hands and lock her fingers together before she could get around his shaft. It felt hot and sweaty and her hands were trembling as she held it. “ Now move your hands up and down, “ he said as he showed her how to masturbate him. Every time her hands reached the top of his cock, he had her squeeze harder and the big purple head kept getting bigger and bigger. Soon she was pumping his cock faster and faster and his balls were screaming for release. “ Cindy, quickly! start licking the head of my cock, “ he said. She put her soft little tongue on it and licked it about half a dozen times and then he exploded, shooting huge amounts of creamy white cum all over her face, her mouth, and her eyes and into her hair. She hung onto his cock for dear life and it just kept shooting and shooting the stuff out onto her until uncle Tom just collapsed onto the couch. She was an absolute mess. She was just covered in the stuff. Some had gone into her mouth and it had a funny taste but it was sweet, so she swallowed it and then she licked some more off her fingers and she swallowed that too. Uncle Tom was watching her and said “ You’re just like your mom, she likes to swallow my cum too. “ Then he said “ When you get big enough, I’m going to fuck you just like I fuck your Mom .“ “ But I’ll never get big enough for your big cock to fit inside me,” she replied. “ Oh yes you will,” he replied, “ and it will be sooner than you think’ Cindy had turned 14 now and her body took a sudden growing spurt. Her breasts almost doubled in size and her nipples were now getting big and brown like her Mommy’s but the tips were still puffy and soft. Her hips had widened a little and she now had lots of hair around her pussy. Uncle Tom said he liked it better when she was little and her pussy was bald but he still rubbed it and licked it almost every night while Mommy was at work. He had slowly taught her how to suck on his cock and nowadays she was able to suck about ½ its’ length into her mouth. She tried to do it deeper but she started to choke and uncle Tom said she needed more practice, but not to worry because even Mommy couldn’t swallow it all. Over the next few months they kept fondling and sucking each other and Tom was amazed at how great a little cock-sucker she was turning into. She could swallow almost 8 inches of his cock now. Even her Mom could only handle an inch more. That was the nice thing about teenage girls. Once they learned how, they just loved sex, and never got “ headaches “ or got “ too tired “, they just wanted more and more. Her tits, or “ boobies “ as she called them seemed to be growing every day and she said it hurt to keep them in a bra all day, so the minute Mom was out the door Tom would open her blouse and unsnap her bra, then lift the cups up over her big tits so that he could get at them and then he would lick and suck and fondle her breasts and nipples until she started groaning with pleasure. It was never long after that before his hand was up under her skirt feeling her pussy and then he would soon slide her panties off, but leave her skirt on so if anyone unexpectedly showed up at the door, she could cover up real quick. As soon as the panties were off, he would lay her down on the couch and lift her skirt up around her waist and then lower his face into the folds of her warm moist waiting pussy. She couldn’t get enough of his tongue and she had learned how to ask for what she wanted. She would moan and scream “ deeper uncle Tom, oh yes ! right there on my clit, suck me suck me !” and then “ I’m cumming,! I’m cumming !, lick it harder, “ and then she would grab his head and scream as her body twisted and bucked and finally climaxed. They were always messy orgasms and Tom got to lick and swallow lots of cum juice. As well as the oral sex, Tom was also now able to get three fingers up into her cunt without hurting her and she would put her arms around his neck and squirm her little ass around so he could get his fingers in easier. As he worked his fingers in and out of her vagina he would hold her ass cheek with the other hand and then one night without any warning he slipped a wet finger into her anus and pushed it in as deep as it would go. She jumped a little with surprise but never pulled away or cried out, so he kept stimulating the soft inside of her rectum and soon she was squirming around on both the fingers in her pussy and the finger in her ass. When she came, she went wild with excitement. They laid there resting for a long time but Tom kept his finger in her ass the whole time and then it slipped out with a soft little squish. “ My tush feels a little wet, “ she told him. “ I need to go clean up, “ but uncle Tom said “ let me clean it for you, “ and before she could think, he had turned her over on to her tummy and had spread her legs and proceeded to stick his tongue between her cheeks and started to lick all around her little brown ring. The wonderful taste and pungent musky odor of her ass drove Tom wild and he sunk his tongue into the depths of her little hole and started licking the insides of it like a man possessed. He never even had time to get his cock out of his pants before he shot his load and ejaculated in his shorts. As she helped him clean up Cindy said “ Wow ! you really enjoyed licking my ass, didn’t you. “ Soon the ass thing became a regular part of their sex play and she looked forward to Tom finger fucking and licking her asshole as much as she did to his licking and sucking her pussy. Sometimes when he started to try and lick her pussy, she would say “ No! do my ass instead, “ and she would get up on her hands and knees and spread her legs for him so he could get at her ass easily. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it. A few months later Tom just couldn’t stand it any longer. He just had to try and fuck Cindy. She had been asking him to try for some time now, but when he finally took her up to her bedroom and stripped her completely naked and took his shorts off she began to feel a little scared. His cock was just so big ! How would it ever fit. “ We need to get you wet first, “ he said as he spread her legs wide apart and began to suck and lick as deep inside her cunt as his tongue would reach. Soon he stood up and slid her butt toward the edge of the bed and raised her ass to match the level of his cock. Trembling, she watched as he as he gently placed the huge purple swollen head of his cock softly into the outer lips of her pussy and nudged it up against the entrance to her vagina. She looked at the massive 10 ½ inch length of his incredibly thick bulging cock as it nestled in the entrance to her young womanhood and almost fainted . Slowly he pushed his hips towards her and she watched in awe as her outer lips started to open and his cock began to gently ease in between the soft purple lips of her inner labia. Half the head was into her vagina when suddenly it started to hurt real bad and her pussy felt like it was tearing open. She screamed, and Tom immediately pulled his cock out and started saying, “ I’m sorry ! I’m sorry !“ He bent down and kissed the lips of her pussy. “ No, don’t blame yourself uncle Tom,” she said. “ it’s my fault! my pussy is just to small and tight for your big cock . I want you to fuck me so bad but what can we do ?” “ Nothing , until it gets bigger,“ said uncle Tom, “ but I can fuck the outside of your pussy and it will really feel good for you,” he said as he took his fingers and spread her outer lips wide open. Then he laid his cock into the crease of her cunt and folded the lips back around it. Holding the lips together with his fingers he started to slide his cock up and down along the length of her pussy, rubbing hard up against her clitoris as he moved. Soon she was writhing and moaning in ecstasy as his big cock slid up and down against her swollen and inflamed clit. Its’ big purple head reached up past her belly button and was almost touching her tits that were jiggling up and down with the exertion of her movement as she strained up against him. His balls were slapping hard up against her ass as he moved on top of her and soon she was racing towards her climax. Her pussy relaxed and softened and started to squirt cum juice all over uncle Tom’s cock and balls. Seconds later uncle Toms balls tightened, his cock jerked and he shot his milky white semen up onto her belly and tits and clear up into her mouth and face. She greedily slurped up the cum in her mouth and off her lips and then uncle Tom took and started smearing the rest of it all over her tits and belly and rubbing it in like it was face cream. Later they showered together and uncle Tom told her that he had a few more ideas that might help his cock fit inside her pussy and he would tell her about them soon. Well, “ soon, “ was the following Friday night and uncle Tom brought a bag with a package and a video tape inside it. He told her he had rented the movie at an adult book store and that if they watched the movie stars fucking, it might show a way for him to get his big cock inside her. Tom had purposely rented a movie starring “ Big “ John Holmes, who had one of the largest cocks in the adult movie business. He slipped the cassette into the VCR and soon the couple in the bedroom scene started undressing each other. The girl was a tiny Japanese lady who was even smaller than Cindy and John at 6ft 2inches was almost twice as tall as her. John’s cock was still soft as she started sucking on it but Cindy could still see that it was a huge cock. The more the Japanese lady sucked, the bigger John’s cock got and the lady’s eyes started to grow wide as she saw how huge it was. She stopped sucking for a minute and took a big ruler that was laying on the table alongside the bed and held it up to John’s cock to measure it. Cindy couldn’t believe what she was seeing. His cock was almost 14 inches long and as thick as one of those big salamis that were in the meat case at the grocery store. It reached from the little Japanese lady’s hand, clear up to her elbow. She put the ruler down and started sucking on the big cock again. Cindy could see the muscles in her jaw working she as sucked and pulled on it, until slowly but surely it started to disappear inch by inch into her wide open mouth. The lady tipped her head back like a sword swallower at the circus and unbelievably almost 2/3 rds’ of the big cock slipped down into her throat. That had to be about 9 or 10 inches. “God, “ thought Cindy, “ that has to be clear down into her stomach .” While they were watching the movie, Cindy had been holding uncle Tom’s cock and she could see and feel it growing in her hand. Uncle Tom’s cock was big but “ Big “ John’s cock looked like it was half as big again. “ John’s cock was now sliding smoothly in and out of the lady’s mouth and it was amazing to watch as almost the whole length disappeared each time she sucked it in. After a while the lady stopped sucking on the big cock and she started to slowly jerk it off while at the same time she took Johns big balls into her mouth and started to suck on them. She was able to stuff both of them in her mouth together and you could see John was really starting to get aroused. She released his cock and lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide as John lowered his head and started to lick her little pussy. It looked really small and Cindy suddenly noticed that it was shaved clean. The lips were really puffy and pronounced and John spread them wide open as his big tongue snaked in and out of her pussy. She threw back her head and moaned as she frantically clutched at her own breasts and squeezed the swollen nipples. John stopped licking after a while and stood up and began to squeeze his own cock as the Japanese lady started to rub and finger her pussy. She sank two fingers deep into herself and soon she was frantically rubbing her cunt with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other. John knelt down between her legs and started to guide his cock towards her opening as the lady reached down with both hands and held her pussy wide open for him. Cindy had uncle Tom’s cock in a vice grip as she watched the actor place the head of his cock into the Japanese lady’s cunt and slowly begin to push his hips forward. Cindy couldn’t believe her eyes at what happened next. It wasn’t a hard fast push and it wasn’t a slow push but rather a gentle easing, and right before her eyes, that entire huge cock slid smoothly into the lady’s pussy with one fluid movement until it was completely buried in her. John’s balls were resting up against her ass, as she slowly lifted up her ass and wrapped her legs behind John’s back. The camera zoomed in and now you could see just how thick John’s cock was and how much the lady’s pussy was stretched open. They lay there locked together and not moving for a moment, and then John slowly started to withdraw his cock inch by agonizing inch, until it was half out and then he pushed forward slowly and buried it up to the hilt again. Three or four times he did this, each time a little faster and then soon his cock was moving in and out of her at a smooth steady pace. Each time it came out you could see the muscles in her vagina squeeze and contract and then soften and relax as it sank back in again. They fucked like this for an eternity then John easily lifted her up and turned her over onto her hands and knees and started to fuck her “ doggie style. “ From this angle you could see just how big and long his cock was as he pumped it in and out of her. Cindy couldn’t imagine where it was going … it had to be almost coming out of her throat. Next John stood up, still holding the lady impaled on his cock and lowered himself to a sitting position so she was in his lap with her legs spread wide. Now he placed his hands under her ass and started lifting her up and down on his cock. She then started feeling her own pussy and rubbing her clitoris which was really red and it looked like a ripe cherry as it stuck out from under the hood of it’s sheath. All the while he kept lifting her up and down so she was riding his cock like it was a pogo stick. You could see he was ready to cum. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her and she reached down and grabbed it and started jerking him off like mad. He shot a big load of milk all up over her pussy and belly and she rubbed it into herself. Uncle Tom said they weren’t allowed to cum inside the girls in the movies, in case they got pregnant. Cindy was so excited watching the movie that she tried to bend down and start sucking uncle Tom’s cock, but he said, “ No wait ! there’s more.” The scene changed and this time John was with a dark haired girl who was a little bigger but still tiny compared to him. The action was already in progress and she had just finished sucking John and now she was on her hands and knees and John was behind her between her legs and he was licking clear up and down the length of her pussy from clitoris to asshole and then ramming his tongue into her ass as deep as it would go. Every time her sank his tongue into her anus she would moan and squeal with delight. Then John lifted her up by her hips like she was a feather and sat her down into his lap. His cock was sticking out from his crotch like a tent pole and Cindy was fully expecting to see him slip that big cock into the lady’s pussy but what actually happened next was amazing and left Cindy speechless with astonishment. He lifted her up by the ass and placed the head of his cock into the tiny brown ring of her asshole and she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock. It didn’t really slide in and he didn’t push it in, it just kind of oozed in. Her tight little ring of muscle just relaxed completely and his cock disappeared into the depths of her rectum like magic. The whole 14 inches went in, right up to his balls. For a while she just sat there, impaled on his massive cock and you could see her sphincter expanding and contracting as it adjusted to his size and then John started moving his hips very slowly so that just a inch or so of his cock would come out and then he would slide it back in again. Soon he started pulling more and more out each time and then she was riding up and down on about 8 inches of his cock with each stroke. She was moaning so loud, you couldn’t tell whether it was from pain or ecstasy but soon she reached down with one hand and started rubbing her own pussy and soon a huge purple colored clit popped out from under the hood of its sheath. She worked herself into a frenzy as she kept rubbing it harder and harder, then she reached down and cupped John’s balls in her other hand. Now John was groaning and he started to lift her higher and higher into the air until finally on each up stoke his cock nearly popped out of her ass, before close to 11 inches would plunge back into her again. He was going faster and faster and suddenly he tensed up and his balls jumped up and down as he shot a huge load deep up into her anus. The camera zoomed in to focus on the white cum seeping out of her ass down around John’s cock and onto his balls. Tom reached up and turned off the T.V. “ How did you like that,” he asked. “I’m amazed,” she said. “I saw you fucking Mom’s ass a long time ago but I never realized just how much it could stretch to take such a big cock. “ Tom replied, “After I fuck your pussy I’m going to fuck you in the ass too, but you’re not quite ready yet. “ Cindy looked at uncle Tom and said, “ I’m really horny now, do you think your cock would fit in my pussy tonight ? “ “Maybe ,“ said Tom, “ but I’ve brought something along to maybe make it a little easier.” He reached into the sack he had brought out and pulled out a rubber thing that looked like an imitation cock but it was softly rounded on one end and then widened out slowly into a bulbous knob on the other end and there was a rubber hose attached to the base that was connected to a squeeze bulb that was similar to those attached to a blood pressure cuff. The whole thing was about 3 inches long and about as thick around as three of Tom’s fingers. “What on earth is that, “ Cindy asked. “ It’s a “ butt plug, “ uncle Tom told her, “ but it works just as well on a tight pussy.“ He then took out a tube of K-Y jelly from the sack and smeared it all over the plug. ”Now just lay back and spread you legs and try to relax,“ uncle Tom said. He took another glob of jelly on his fingers and worked it up into her vagina until she felt very slippery inside. “Don’t hurt me,” Cindy said, as he gently placed the narrow end of the plug into her vagina and started to slide it through her lips and into her warm love canal. Before she realized it, the whole thing was inside her and it hadn’t hurt a bit. “ It feels a little tight but it feels nice,” said Cindy. Tom started to squeeze the bulb and the plug started to slowly expand inside her cunt, gently stretching the walls as it got larger. It had expanded about half an inch when Cindy moaned a little and Tom slowly released the pressure and deflated the plug. He kept doing this for about 20 minutes, each time pumping the plug up a little more so her pussy kept expanding. Each time it expanded he held the pressure longer, so her vaginal muscles could adapt to the stretching and then he would deflate it again. Cindy never cried out cause it didn’t hurt. It just felt like her pussy was incredibly full. All the time Tom was kissing her and caressing her breasts to help keep her relaxed and she started to feel really mellow. At the end of this time her pussy had expanded to almost twice it’s normal size but as soon as Tom took out the plug, it closed back to its normal size. “O.K. lets see if that helped, “ said uncle Tom as he knelt between her legs and started to push his cock up against the entrance to her cunt. “ Now relax baby, ” he said as he gently started to push forward. Slowly his cock started to ease through the portals of her vagina and soon the head was inside and his cock was slowly sliding in. “ Oh God ! uncle Tom, it’s going in. I can feel it and it doesn’t hurt.” Tom pushed a little more and about four inches of his throbbing cock had now worked its way inside her. Still she wasn’t crying so he kept pushing until 6 inches of his cock was wedged into her pussy between those soft silky lips. He figured that was about enough for the first time, so he stopped and just held his weight off of her and let his cock stay there while her vagina contracted around it. After a bit he began to move and slowly he started to pump six inches in and out of her tightly clenched pussy. She had her arms wrapped tightly around him and she whispered, “ I can’t believe it Uncle Tom, you’re actually fucking me and it feels wonderful.” “ Do you think you could take more,“ he asked her. “ The hard part is over. Once the head is in, it gets easier.” “ I’ll try,” she replied, ” but go slowly, don’t hurt me. “ Gently he pulled his cock almost all the way out and smeared some more K-Y jelly over it and then eased it back in. The fresh lubrication helped and this time it went in about 8 inches. Once more he stopped for a moment and then said ,“ it’s almost in my love. Are you ready? “ “ Yes, “ she replied hoarsely as he moved forward again and then his whole cock was in her! It felt incredible. His little girl was not quite 15 yet and here he had 10 ½ inches of man cock buried in her tight pussy clear up to his balls. He could feel them lying softly up against her ass as they lay there not moving, just luxuriating in the sheer sexual wonderment of what they were doing. They were lovers and they were fucking for the first time. Cindy was giddy with joy. Her uncle Tom was finally fucking her and his big cock was way up inside her body. It felt so good and warm and like it belonged in her. She never wanted him to take it out, but her body wanted more. “ Fuck me slowly uncle Tom , do it slow, “ she begged, and Tom started to move his hips just a little at a time and the big penis began to thrust in and out gently. “Not too much,” he thought to himself. ”Just two or three inches at a time until she gets used to it “ Cindy was slowly moving her own hips back and forth to meet his movements and she could feel the massive size of his cock as it moved in and out of her. It didn’t hurt at all and she whispered, “ do it a little faster uncle Tom. “ He began to increase the speed of his thrusting and more and more of his cock was slipping in and out of her pussy. Cindy was starting to make little sounds in her throat, and she gasped, “ Don’t stop! please don’t stop.“ Tom pushed harder and pumped faster and soon half the length of his cock was sliding in and out of her slippery little pussy. He was holding his weight on his hands so as not to crush her but she had her hands around his back and was lifting her ass off the bed to meet his thrusts. Gently he lowered himself onto his elbows so that their bellies were now locked together and gave one more gentle shove that sent his whole cock into the depths of her vagina. She cried out just a little but Tom kept moving. His cock would come out all except for the head and then he would plunge the entire length back in to her sweet little cunt. Long hard thrusts that caused her to cry our every time it sank in to its full length but still she clung to his back and pushed back to meet him. Her hands slipped down and clutched at his buttocks as she tried to pull him even deeper into her, and her thighs fell even further apart as she raised her legs and locked her knees around his hips. He could feel her mound start to soften and her pre-cum juices started to lubricate his cock as it plunged in and out. It was an incredible sensation on his cock felt the friction against the wall of her tight tight pussy, yet at the same time she was bathing his shaft in soft warm juices. She was cumming and Tom was starting to lose control. He was fucking her so hard now, that his balls were slapping noisily up against her ass with each thrust. She was crying now and the tears were streaming down her face but still she kept fucking him back and digging her nails into his ass cheeks. With a loud animal cry she started to cum and her flailing arms were beating him around his back and sides as hard as she could. Her pussy was gushing sticky liquid and then she climaxed with one last almost vicious thrust of her hips. Tom’s balls were starting to explode and he wrenched his cock from the greedy grasp of her pussy at the last moment and shot his load all over her belly and breasts. They were both completely wiped out but Cindy gently took his cock in her hand and was squeezing it softly as they fell asleep. Hours later they woke up and Tom gently reached over to cup her pussy in his hand, She winced a little and said, “ be careful my love, it’s a little sore. “ He looked down at her pussy and saw that it was all swollen and that her outer lips which were normally a soft pink, were now a deep purple color and looked slightly inflamed. Her whole pussy still looked very tiny and vulnerable and it was hard to believe that just few hours ago he had deflowered her with his huge cock and now he felt a twinge of guilt. He lowered his head and tenderly licked the swollen lips.“ Baby, I’m so sorry, “ he said “ I didn’t mean to hurt you. Does it hurt bad ? “ “ It’s not too bad uncle Tom,” she said. “ It’s just the outside. The inside doesn’t hurt at all. I was so carried away I just didn’t realize how hard we were fucking each other.“ Then she asked, “ Uncle Tom, did I do it right? It was so good for me, I though I was going to die but did I make you happy? “ “ Oh sweetie,” he assured her, “ you were absolutely fantastic, you fucked me like a real grown up woman. ” “ Do I fuck as good as Mom? “ she asked. He evaded the question, by answering, “ You are both fantastic, but I still have a few more things to teach you. “ “ Like what, “ she asked. “ Well there’s still anal sex. You remember when you saw me fucking your Mom in her butt and how that guy in the movie stuck his big cock up that little dark haired lady’s ass ? well I’d like to try and get my cock into your ass if you’ll let me.” “ I don’t know,” replied Cindy. “ Do you think it will fit?” “ Oh, I’m sure we can find a way” said uncle Tom. “ Well if it will make you happy, we can try, “ said Cindy, “ but not tonight, it’s late and Mom will be home soon “. She was right. They just had time to shower and get into their separate bedrooms before Mom came home from work. Cindy was 15 now and her sexual appetite was insatiable. After that first time Tom really fucked her, she just wanted more and more. Tom swore that if she didn’t have to go school, she would want to fuck all day long. Cindy wasn’t interested in boys her age at school. She had dated a little and soon discovered that 15 year old boy’s cocks’ were nowhere near the size of uncle Toms’. She had necked in the back of cars and even sucked a few boys off but most off them came before they even got their cocks out of their pants. She just had to rub them through their pants a little and it was all over. However, and fortunately for Tom and Cindy, her Mom had thought Cindy was so well developed for her age, that it would be a wise precaution to put her on birth control pills, so she and Tom were able to fuck with wild abandon and not have to worry about accidental pregnancy. After the first cycle on the pill had passed and it was safe, uncle Tom finally fucked her without pulling out at the last moment. He shot a huge load of hot semen as far up inside her pussy as it would go. It was a new sensation for her and she loved it. They were fucking so much now, it was a wonder uncle Tom could keep up. He would fuck Cindy sometimes twice in an evening and then sleep for a few hours and then fuck her Mom in the early morning before he would leave for work. He knew he was one lucky guy being able to fuck both mother and daughter at the same time. Mom showed no indication of suspecting anything but she always had to suck him real hard and finger his ass to get him hard in the mornings. Now, Tom was working really hard to groom Cindy for anal sex. Often he would sit her on the couch naked and slide two fingers gently into her ass while he kissed and fondled her stomach and breasts. Then he would make her lay back and watch as he slid his fingers in and out of her anal passage, gently massaging the inside walls as he moved his fingers around inside her. She was getting used to it and enjoying it and she loved to masturbate uncle Tom while he was doing it. She would pull on his big cock and make him cum all over her tits and then she would lick up the cum with her fingers. He would also slide his fingers up her ass on a regular basis as he fucked her. She seemed to like that even better. After a few weeks of this, he tried finally to get his cock into her ass but it just would not go. He pushed and she pushed back, but her sphincter muscle would not relax enough for the head of his cock to break through that tight little ring . The big bulbous head of his cock was just too big. Even though it could now spread the inner lips of her pussy open with ease and slide through into her waiting vagina, it just would not go into her anus. Then one night he brought out the butt plug they had used when he first tried to fuck her pussy and that made all the difference. The little plug fit tightly but easily into her asshole once it was lubricated and he began the ritual of pumping it up and then deflating it until her tight little rosebud began to stretch. It didn’t seem to hurt her but it took well over a week of inserting it every night until finally he could get three fingers into her asshole. Something she really liked was when he would pump up the plug in her ass until it was nice and tight and then he would lay her on her back and slow fuck her in her pussy with his big cock. Another new sensation was when he would slip a finger into her ass and his thumb into her pussy at the same time and then squeeze them together so that all separated his thumb and forefinger was a thin little membrane of skin between her cunt and her rectum. That felt delicious! He would always lick her ass when they were finished. A week later, after more stretching with the plug, he tried again and this time there was limited success. The little ring of muscle opened up and the head of his cock was able to force its’ way in, but she cried out for him to stop because it was too dry and it hurt. His cock was also sore as his foreskin was stretched way back. He eased his cock back out and then bent forward and pushed his tongue into her hole as far as it would go. He licked and pushed and twisted his tongue around inside her asshole and she started to relax again . Now he took a large amount of K-Y jelly and smeared it up as far into her rectum as he could get it and then he smeared the length of his cock with the silky substance. “ Now lie on your side and lift one leg, “ he told her. When she had moved into position, he slid one of his legs between her legs and crawled up until the head of his cock was touching her asshole again. The little hole was actually partially open and as he pushed his hips forward, the head of his cock slipped through easily this time and his cock started to slide into her waiting ass. Before he realized it, his cock was half way in and there was no pain for either of them. Just a wonderfully tight but still slippery feeling as his cock moved past the walls of her rectum. He pushed more and it just kept sliding in deeper and deeper and soon it was in all the way and their pubic hairs were touching each other. He reached up and held her tenderly as he cupped her breast and felt the swollen nipples growing harder in his hand. He just lay there and flexed the muscles of his cock as it lay buried inside her. She was totally relaxed and moaning gently. “ Oh god ! that feels so good uncle Tom, “ she whispered. “ Try squeezing the muscles in your ass, “ he told her, and as she did, he nearly went through the roof with pleasure. “ Are you ready for me to fuck you now? “ he asked and when she said yes, he started to slowly move his cock in and out a little, increasing the length of the stroke a little with each thrust until it was moving smoothly up and down about half the length of his cock. He didn’t want to pump too much of his cock into her all at once for fear he would hurt her so he took his time and it was a good three or four minutes before the whole length of his cock was sliding in and out of her in a slow but firm gentle rhythm. There was no crying like the first time he had fucked her pussy and her arms were wrapped around his neck and she was kissing him all over as he continued to fuck her ass while at the same time he cupped her cheeks with one hand and started to rub her clitoris with the other. She started to cum and began squeezing his neck harder and whispered into his ear , “ keep fucking me slow uncle Tom, I’m going to cum for you,” and as she spoke she released her juices and bathed his hand and balls with the sweet sticky essence of her womanhood. Simultaneously Tom’s balls started jerking wildly and his scalding hot milky load catapulted up into the depths of her bowels. She moaned again with pleasure as she felt it’s warmth deep inside her and then she shuddered and whispered, “ I like anal sex “ “ Baby, you were terrific, “ said Tom as they dozed off still locked in their tight embrace. Cindy wasn’t kidding! She did like anal sex and she wasn’t shy about asking Tom to “ do her ass. “ She still liked it in her pussy too but she just seemed to go wild when Tom was in her ass. She was turning into a bit of an exhibitionist and liked Tom to fuck her in positions where she could watch in the bedroom mirror and see his cock sliding up into her ass. Tom enjoyed it too. It was really erotic to watch his cock slipping in and out of that tiny asshole and the fact that a little 15 year old could take all 10 ½ inches of his cock in her ass was still almost unbelievable. You could watch and actually see the tight little muscle of her asshole expand and open up to accept his big cock and then it would cling to his cock as he pulled back on the out stroke. About ½ an inch of transparent skin, or membrane, would cling to his cock and her little rosebud would pucker backwards and then it would all go back in again as he thrust forward. She soon learned how to reach down and hold his balls as he fucked her and she knew just when to slip a finger into his ass as he came. The truth was, she was a much better fuck in all ways, than her mother, but Tom didn’t dare tell her that. Toms’ sex life was too good to be true. He still had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Yes, it was too good to be true, but as with all good things, it had to come to an end. Teenage girls loved sex but the biggest problem was that they couldn’t keep their mouths shut. Cindy knew how to keep her mouth shut around Toms cock alright, but then she made the fatal mistake of telling her best girlfriend about how she was fucking her Mom’s boyfriend and that he had a 10 ½ inch cock. Naturally her girlfriend didn’t believe her so Cindy had to prove it. But how? They devised a plot whereby Cindy would get Tom to start fucking her at a pre-determined time and then Janet, her girlfriend would sneak in the back door 10 minutes later and watch them from the kitchen. It was a good plan and would have worked except that a few things went wrong. First Janet was a little early and when she snuck in and peeked around from the kitchen they weren’t actually fucking yet. Tom had Cindy’s panties down around her ankles and he had her bent forward over the back of the couch with her legs spread and he was on his hands and knees behind her with his tongue buried in her pussy, licking both those pink spread lips and her little puckered asshole at the same time. Tom still had his shorts on but she soon reached in and started to take his cock out and fondle it. Janet almost passed out as she saw how huge it was and she audibly gasped before she could stop herself. Tom spun around and saw her and said “ Oh shit ! “ who the hell are you ? “Janet ! you idiot, “ shouted Cindy, “ you were supposed to stay quiet and just watch. “ “You know this girl ?“ asked uncle Tom incredulously. “ What the hell is the matter with you ? Do you know how much trouble I would be in if people found out what we are doing ? “ “ Oh don’t worry uncle Tom, Janet won’t say anything , she just wanted to see your big cock and watch you fuck me. ” Tom was amazed. “ You want me to fuck you while your friend watches ? “ “ Sure, why not, “ said Cindy. She turned to Janet and said, “ get naked so you can enjoy this.” Janet was a little hesitant but she reached up and lifted her sweater over her head and unsnapped her bra to reveal a gorgeous set of tits and then she stepped out of her skirt so she was standing naked except for a little pair of lacy blue bikini panties. Tom was still partially in shock from the whole situation and his hard-on had drooped but seeing this almost naked girlfriend of Cindy in front of him, made his dick start to rise again despite his apprehension. Cindy reached for him and started to fondle his big cock and as soon as it started to get hard again she knelt down and started to suck on it. Soon it was hard and up to it’s amazing 10 ½ inch length. Cindy was taking about 8 inches at a time into her mouth as she sucked him off and Janet just stood and watched amazed. “ Holy shit Cindy ! “ she said. “ You weren’t kidding….its' huge ! how can you swallow it like that ?” Between gulps Cindy said, “ Uncle Tom showed me how. It’s not that hard really. Even you could learn how to do it. “ “I’m ready uncle Tom, “ said Cindy as she pulled him towards the couch and lay down on her back with her legs spread wide. “ Show Janet how you fuck me.” “ Come over here so you can see real good Janet, “ said Cindy as she pulled her legs up to her chest and spread her cunt as wide open as possible for Tom to see. Tom didn’t need to be asked twice. He moved between her legs and placed the head of his cock into the entrance to her vagina and started to push. Right in front of Janet’s unbelieving eyes, Cindy’s pussy opened up to accept his manhood and the great cock slowly disappeared from sight in one slow continuous thrust. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his balls touch her ass and she knew he was all the way in. He started that slow delicious pumping, pulling the whole length of his cock almost out and then slowly plunging it in again. He was leaning over her and kissing her at the same time when Cindy whispered in his ear “ Why don’t you reach over and feel Janet’s tits uncle Tom, I know she wants you to. “ Janet was watching the whole thing zombielike and offered no resistance as Tom reached for her and pulled her to him. He kept fucking Cindy while at the same time he started to fondle Janet’s breasts and squeeze her big hard nipples. Janet was moaning and hanging on to Toms neck and before she knew it, Tom had pulled her panties down over her ass and his hand was between her legs feeling her wet pussy. She started to writhe as his fingers delved deep into her vagina and started to rub her clitoris. “Oh yes ! Oh yes ! “ she cried as Tom rubbed the hard little sex button, driving her mad with desire. “ Here Janet, “ said uncle Tom as he helped her step out of her panties, “ Sit up on the back of the couch and face me and spread you legs. “ Janet did as he asked and then Tom leaned forward and grasped the cheeks of her ass while at the same time lowering his face into her pussy. Janet almost came unglued. She was sitting straddling her friend Cindy who Tom was fucking, while at the same time he was eating “ her “ pussy. Cindy leaned her head backwards and was able to watch uncle Tom’s tongue furiously licking her best friend’s cunt, while at the same time he was beginning to fuck “ her “ harder and harder. Tom’s cock was moving faster and faster and Cindy could feel her insides starting to churn as her orgasm began to build. Tom’s balls were beginning to tighten and jerk. It was almost time ! Janet grabbed Tom by the head and began to grind her pussy into his face. She was cumming too ! Tom’s cock convulsed and shot a stream of cum deep into Cindy’ fiery insides. Cindy let out a groan and bucked her hips one final time as her pussy released it’s wet sticky juices to bathe uncle Toms’ cock and Janet screamed as she climaxed and soaked Tom’s face with her juices. The three of them collapsed in a heap and lay there exhausted for the longest time. Finally they recovered and uncle Tom made Janet lick his cock and balls and then made her lick Cindy’s pussy also until all the cum was cleaned up. Cindy seemed to enjoy watching her friend licking her and Janet seemed to enjoy doing it. Tom let Janet jerk him off later that evening and she got to really taste his cum. As he shot his load, Cindy pushed a finger up his ass to heighten his pleasure. Damn ! this evening had turned out alright after the initial shock, Tom thought to himself, as they sent Janet home a satisfied believer. This whole scene could turn into a really great deal if he played his cards right. Not only could he fuck both mother and daughter, but also the daughter’s best friend. He was sure he would fuck her, but it would have to wait until next time. Friday night Janet came over again and in no time they were all completely naked on the living room carpet, rubbing and sucking and feeling each other. It turned out that the last time Janet was there, was the first time a man had ever licked her pussy, so in no time Tom had his head buried between her legs again and was noisily sucking and licking her wide open cunt. She had a lot of dark pubic hair and Tom had to keep parting it with his fingers so he could get his tongue all the way inside her. She was loving it and her pussy was soaking wet and real slippery. Tom slipped two fingers up inside her and then three and began to pump them in and out as hard as he could. She moaned a little but kept pushing back against his hand as he continued to finger fuck her. “Janet, “ Tom said “ do you want me to fuck you ?” “ Oh Yes ! Oh Yes ! please fuck me Tom, “ she cried out. Obviously she wasn’t a virgin but Tom wondered whether she would be able to take his cock or not. “ Lay down on your back and lift your legs a little, “ he instructed her, and “ Cindy, kneel down by her head and hold her wrists tight. “ Cindy’s eyes had a funny glint to them as she did as he asked. Tom then crawled up between Janet’s legs and positioned the head of his cock up against the entrance to her pussy. “ This may hurt a little, “ he said, “ so just grit your teeth and hang on to Cindy.” Then without any warning he bucked his hips forward and plunged his cock hard into her vagina. It must have gone in about 7 inches on that first thrust, and she screamed out in pain, but Cindy hung on to her hands so she couldn’t move and screamed, “ Fuck her uncle Tom, fuck her hard ! give her all that big cock, she told me she wants it. “ Tom pulled back and lunged again, this time sinking the full 10 ½ inches into Janet’s waiting cunt. She was screaming and yelling, Stop! it hurts,“ but at Cindy’s urging , Tom started to fuck her harder and soon he was sending the whole length of his huge cock slamming in and out of her tight little pussy as fast as he could go. She cried out for a while longer but then started to moan and grip his hips with her legs and soon she was fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Her voice was almost incoherent as she cried out. “ fuck me, fuck me, Oh God, Oh shit ! it feels so good, don’t stop ! “ Tom kept fucking her, first fast then slow and then fast again. She was ready. Tom could feel her pussy start to relax and her pubic mound go soft as the first drops of her cum started to swirl around his cock. Then her orgasm started in earnest and she was drowning him in her juices. Her legs had him in a vice-like grip as her hips bucked against him and Tom literally had to fight to get his cock out so he could shoot his cum up over her tits and face. He didn’t know if she was on the pill or not, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Once again the girls both licked up Tom’s cum and sat there grinning like Cheshire cats. “ Well ? said Cindy. “ Now do you believe me ? How did it feel to get fucked by that big cock ? “ “ Unbelievable,“ replied Janet. “ It hurt so bad at first, I thought I was going to die, but then once it was in and Tom was fucking me, I thought I was going to die again, but this time from sheer pleasure. I had no idea how a cock could be so huge and how good it would feel once it was inside me. “ You’re a luck girl Cindy, having Tom to fuck you whenever you need it.” “ I know, “ said Cindy as she snuggled up to Tom. Before she left that night, Janet whispered to Tom,“ My parents are going away this weekend, could you get away from Cindy and come over to my place Saturday night , and fuck me again, just the two of us ? “ “Don’t tell Cindy,“ she added as she left. Tom thought about it for several days before he decided ….. What the hell Janet was a good fuck and Cindy didn’t have to know. Saturday, Tom told Cindy and her Mom that he was going to go bowling with some friends that evening but he wouldn’t be too late and he would be home before Mom got back from work. He drove off at about 7:30 and was parked behind Janet’s house 15 minutes later. When he had looked around and made sure there were no cars in the driveway and he could only see Janet through the windows, he knocked on the back door and Janet rushed to let him in. “ I thought you wouldn’t come,“ she said as she rubbed up against him in greeting. “Well, this is off to a good start, “ Tom thought to himself as she led him through the house to her bedroom and they sat down on the bed. “ I know you think this is weird,” said Janet, “ but would you just let me see your big cock and hold it for a little while first. “ “ Sure, “ said Tom and unzipped his pants to help her get it out. She reached into his shorts and took the now swollen monster into her small hands and began to slowly tease it up to it’s full size. She was still amazed at it’s size and she could just barely get her hands around it as she began to rub and fondle it. Tom stood up and stepped out of his shorts so she could get at his cock better and then proceeded to slowly strip off her clothes until she was completely naked. There was no doubt she was a gorgeous well developed little thing. Her breasts were large with big pointy brown nipples and her pussy was covered with a huge mass of dark pubic hair. She took a hold of Tom’ big cock again and started to rub it all over her body. Over her face, licking his balls as she went, then down to her tits where she squeezed it between them and masturbated it with the big soft orbs. She sucked the head into her mouth every time it moved up between her breasts and deliciously ran her tongue under and around the swollen glans. She then pulled him down on top of her and pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips and humped up and down on his cock without actually letting it go in. Tom then rolled her over and spread the cheeks of her ass so he could see her little puckered anus, and did the same thing. Just rubbed the huge bulb of his cock up against her back door without actually entering. She gasped as she felt the size of it up against her little asshole but she humped her ass up against his cock to enhance the feeling. Tom picked her up and sat her down in her lap so that his cock was rubbing up against the inner lips of her pussy but the head was sticking straight up between her legs so she could fondle it while she moved up and down against his cock. Tom had both her titties in his hands and was squeezing them and pinching the nipples while she humped up and down. She was soaking wet and was ready to be fucked but although Tom was nearly blinded with lust, he still thought to whisper “ How old are you Janet ? “ “ I’m 16, “ she replied. “ Are you on the pill “ he asked. “ No, “ she said, “ but it’s safe to fuck me today “ Tom was still dubious, but despite his misgivings, he moved his cock into the entrance to her vagina and started to ease it in. She was just incredibly wet and ready and her pussy muscles were completely relaxed. His cock slid in easily all the way to the hilt and then she contracted her muscles and started to squeeze his cock. The pleasure was unbelievable. How did a 16 year old learn how to do that ? She moved her ass back against him to meet his thrusts and they lay there slow fucking for an eternity. Tom felt her pussy get even wetter as she came and then he started to cum too. No thrusting, just gentle short movements and his hot semen started to slide out of his cock in long slow squirts until he had emptied his balls deep inside her vaginal cavity. Janet felt the heat as it shot into her and moaned loudly as she gripped his cock even tighter. They lay there spent, until Toms cock finally lost its erection and slipped out of her cum soaked pussy. After a while they showered and then later that evening Tom made her suck his cock hard again. She wasn’t as good as Cindy but she had learned how to swallow about 7 inches of his big cock and he showed her how to gently chew on it as she sucked. He then made her kneel on the bed and hold on to the headboard while he crawled up behind her and licked her pussy and her little pink asshole. She squealed as she felt his wet tongue slide into her ass, but he grabbed her hips and forced his tongue in deeper. “Are you going to fuck my ass Tom ? “ she cried, as his tongue burrowed deeper. “ Maybe,” Tom replied, but then he moved up behind her and roughly pushed his cock into her pussy from behind. She gasped momentarily as the big cock forced its way between her lips and sank into the depths of her pussy but she soon recovered and started to fuck him back. Suddenly she felt Toms finger rubbing around the entrance to her ass and then he gently started to push his finger into her anus. It went in a full 3 inches but damn it was tight. Then she felt something cold and wet as Tom squeezed some liquid stuff around her asshole and on his fingers and then he started to work the stuff into her tight little hole and in minutes her ass had loosened up and Tom had three fingers inside her rectum gently probing its depths. He kept fucking her harder while he was feeling her ass and she could feel herself starting to cum. Before she knew what had happened, Tom took his fingers out of her ass and pulled his cock from her pussy and then in one quick movement he placed the head of his cock up against her asshole and pushed hard. Involuntarily her sphincter muscle relaxed and his big cock started to slide into her anus. It went in hard and fast and he had 6 inches up inside her before she started to yell. “ Oh God ! you’re killing me, “ she cried. “ Take it out, Take it out ! “ Tom eased his cock backwards and the pain started to subside but then just as it was almost out, he lunged forward and shoved it in again. Once again she screamed and once again he pulled it out but again he quickly pushed it back in and after about the 5th lunge she stopped screaming and was just moaning and crying softly but she didn’t ask him to stop. Tom reached down and spread some more lubricant around his cock as it slid in and out of her ass and now it was beginning to move easily. He couldn’t get his whole cock in, she was just too tight, but this would do for now. Soon he felt that familiar tightening in his balls and then his cock shot its’ hot load way up into her rectum. She cried out once again when she felt its fiery heat wash against the tender inner walls but then she relaxed and reached between her legs to feel his balls. She massaged them for awhile and then with a soft squishy “ plop, “ his cock slipped out of her ass. She turned over and threw her arms around his neck while she pressed her body up against him and whispered, “ That was my first time that way Tom. “ “ Did you like it ? “ he asked. “ It hurt a little at first but then it was nice, “ she said. “ Cindy told me that you fuck her ass all the time and she really likes it, so I kind of knew what to expect. “ Tom continued to sneak over and fuck Janet on a regular basis and so far Cindy didn’t seem to know anything about it but the situation was beginning to get uncomfortable. Janet kept telling him that she loved him and wanted him to only fuck her and not Cindy. Tom tried to explain that he lived with Cindy and her Mom and that it was really hard to suddenly stop fucking them. How would he explain it to them. Janet said she didn’t care. She wanted him all to herself and that they should run away together to Mexico or somewhere. Tom told her not to be silly but then the bitchy side of Janet started to show through. One night she told him if he didn’t run away with her soon, she would tell Cindy’s Mom how he had been fucking her daughter for the last 3 years. Tom got really angry and told her it was over and she had better keep her mouth shut, or she would be in real trouble. Tom hadn’t seen Janet for almost three weeks and Cindy never mentioned her, so he thought “ the silly little bitch must have gotten over it “ He was back to fucking Cindy and her Mom on a regular basis and things were going well. He had gotten a raise at work and Cindy’s Mom was now night shift manager at the restaurant. Life was good. Tom bought a new motorcycle and he often took Cindy riding. Then the shit hit the fan. It was Friday night and they were in the living room. Cindy had just sucked Toms cock to get him hard and she was kneeling up on the couch. Tom was standing behind her and had all 10 ½ inches of his huge cock buried deep in her ass and was fucking away like crazy. Cindy was bucking and yelling “ Fuck me uncle Tom, fuck me harder, “ when suddenly Cindy’s Mom was in the room and she was screaming incoherently. She was white with anger and she rushed forward and jumped on Tom’s back scratching and hitting and biting. “You bastard ! you dirty rotten cheating bastard ! Get off her, “ she shouted as they fell to the floor. Cindy screamed and cowered against the couch as her Mom continued to beat Tom about the head with her fists and tried to kick him in the balls. Tom jumped up and covered his balls and shouted. “ It’s not what you think Moira, “Cindy begged me to fuck her, she cant get enough. “ “ Liar ! screamed Cindy. “ He’s lying Mom ! He was raping me “ “ Shut up ! both of you. I’m not blind. You were enjoying every minute of it you little bitch and Tom ! how could you ? She’s not even 16 yet. I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch,” Moira shouted as she ran to the kitchen and came back with a huge carving knife and started to slash at Tom. Before he could pull away she had opened a big gash in his arm and nicked his belly. The cuts weren’t that deep but there was lots of blood and Cindy started to scream with fear. Tom wrenched the knife away from Moira and hit her hard across the mouth knocking her to the floor. She lay there in a heap yelling, “ Get out of here you bastard. If you come near me or Cindy again, I’ll kill you for sure. ” Tom took the hint. He ran into the bathroom, washed and dressed the wound, then ran back to the bedroom where he threw some clothes into a bag and minutes later was out the front door crying “ I’m sorry, I’m sorry. “ They heard the motorcycle fire up and then he was gone. They never saw him again. He called a week later and had Moira send some more of his things by UPS to an address in Colorado and that was the last they heard from him. Cindy was sent away to a boarding school for girls and her Mom went back to work at the restaurant and tried to pull the shattered pieces of her life back together. Two months later Janet disappeared and was declared a runaway ?

Nurse Cindy! I was in the Hospital for a few days when I was Eighteen or so for an appendectomy, I was 5'9" tall, about 130 pounds, medium brown hair, fuzzy mustache, and Hazel eyes, I have a little grin sort of like Elvis did yea I was cute LOL ! I was to have surgery that next morning first thing, I was given sleeping pills to help me relax and get a good night sleep, But somewhere around, must have been dawn, I woke up and had the shock of my life. There was this nurse in my room. She had my groin all soaped up and was shaving my private region, stomache, balls, Dick, all of it. Not only did it feel good I had a huge erection. It was early in the morning, I was on sleeping pills, and someone had hold of my cock with warm soapy lather! Tell me would that not lead to a hard on ? Damn I was so embarrassed, she looked up at me with a huge smile, and said good morning sunshine. Early riser I see, rolling her eyes towards my erection and shaking it slightly, Just getting you ready for surgery in a little while, I'll be done in a minute. I said, all dry mouthed....Ok. I had complications during surgery, and was given blood so it left me week and kind of wiped out. So after my surgery, I was told that I needed to walk the corridor at least, 5 times a day Everyday. I was still pretty weak, but managed to get it done by the help of hospital staff. By staff I mean nurses, and there were some nurses, short, tall, thin, portly, blonde, brunette, red head, some wore skirts, some pants, some with the little white cap, some not. Most of them on the day shift where pretty and a little sexy but they were way to busy to fuss much over me. The night nurses seemed they let themselves go. Most were overweight, hair not fixed well, bad attitude was what I noticed most. But this one nurse on the evening shift she was...well...HOT... A little red head, long hair middle of her back, Green eyes, pouty lips, sexy smile, wore white stockings, short white skirt about 5'3" 100 pounds, her name was Cindy. Cindy was not only HOT as I said...she was so nice, gentle, caring. The thing you would most like to see in a Nurse, Not to mention HOT! Do you Remember the Nurse that came to my room and shaved me it was none other than,... Yep Nurse Cindy~! She didn't pay to much attention to me when she came in to check my vitals, more like all business. but most of the time I was given shots or pills for pain and was out of it when she came in. I would ask her how her day was and she would be all professional, but when she took my blood pressure, pulse, she would lean in to remove the blood pressure cuff and her nice 34C's would brush my arm i would get hard instantly. It was kind of hard to hide 7 inches when you are naked and wrapped with only a thin blanket. One day i had felt pretty good & walked the corridor 5 times all at once it was pretty close to shift change so i went back to my room & lay down i knew the instant i returned that i had over done it. I was a bit weak & in pain. About that time, a day nurse came in and told me it was time to walk again, i told her that i did them all at once. She told me not to argue with her or give her that crap just cause I didn't want to do my walking! I told her that I wasn't lying, she didn't believe me. So I had to walk the hallway again. I was in so much pain when I returned I asked for a pain shot and drifted off to sleep! When I woke Cindy was leaning over me she asked how I was feeling I told her much better, thank you. She Wiped my forehead and told me she heard what had happened with the day nurse and that she was sorry that she was such a bitch! Cindy looked at me and our eyes met for what seemed like hours, she surprised me...leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and asked if that was better, i said yes with a smile on my face and a little red. Seemed she was good at making me blush. Sometime later Cindy came back in and I asked why she looked so sad Cindy informed me that her boyfriend was moving away and she was feeling sad, and that they were fighting about it. I told her that i was sorry about that and that I also knew how it felt to be alone and I did. Divorced parents, brother in the Air force, Mom working 2 jobs and never at home. Cindy looked at me and said...maybe you do know and understand at that. We smiled again at each other, she reached down and patted my right leg very near my growing cock and told me she also understood about my little or not so little problem as she squeezed my leg. She asked me if I would like her to come back later and give me a sponge bath, I said that I would enjoy that very much. My Heart was pounding through my chest! She came back later with some vanilla pudding and fed it to me, I noticed her blouse was the zip up kind, and it was down enough for me to see her cleavage I said mmm she asked me, you like that pudding huh? I blushed and licked my lips as I saw her do the same She winked at me. Cindy fed me pudding, then she ate some, and would lick her lips and feed me some more. I watched her watching me watch her. Damn she was Hot, she then did something that totally shocked me to this day...she dropped her hand below the bed & i saw her skirt move a little. She showed me her fingers were slick and wet. When she opened her fingers up there were strings of her wet pussy juice webbed between her fingers and when she squeezed them back together they made a squishing noise. She looked around to see if anyone was near and put her fingers to my lips rubbing her cunt juice on my lip near my nose, rolling her fingers across my lips as if to wipe it all off her fingers. She asked me if I liked the smell of her pussy? I Moaned my approval. She then shoved her fingers in my mouth! I licked and sucked her fingers as she moved them in and out of my mouth rolling them around so as I would get all her fingers clean, even spreading them apart in my mouth so I could lick between her fingers! She pulled her hand away as I was still sucking her fingers and licked my lips when they were gone from my mouth, swallowing hard. she patted my cheek and said good boy, informing me she would return for my bath a little later! Shit I didn't know what to do i was not a virgin but never had a hot older woman like this! Cindy left and I got up to take a piss. My cock was just sticky and dripping pre cummm out of it, I had to piss in the shower to keep from getting it all over the place. That did relieve some of the pressure and I went to lay down & fell asleep. I awoke to Cindy in the room with me, the door was shut, the curtain drawn, my blanket was gone, my gown was open and the side railing was down on one side. She was washing my cock with warm soapy water, I was hard as a rock. She pulled my legs up and sideways and started soaping my balls and my cock. It felt so damn good, she rinsed and dried me She started putting lotion on my cock & rubbing up-n-down my hard shaft till it was well coated, she looked up and saw me looking at her and smiled then winked, just a little extra something for understanding how lonely i felt, she told me. she unzipped her top and she was pulled her tits out, They were firm and her nipples were long and hard. She reached down and under her skirt again and I saw that her fingers were wet, she rubbed her sweet nectar on both her nipples and moved strait for my head. She came to my head and put one of her nipples to my mouth, as she was stroking my cock...she said relax honey you still have stitches, she stuffed my mouth full of her tit, and pulled my head to her tight as she stroked my cock up-N-down in slow strokes. She said cummm for me honey, I don't have much time, she stroked me harder and faster. she knew i was about to cummm, and she moved rite to my cock and threw her tits over it just as i was starting to shoot my load, she let go and closed her tits around my vibrating shaft i said oh Cindy Im Cumming... I started shooting cumm all over her lovely pink tits splashing all over her nipples, she bounced up n down a few more times till I was spent. She rubbed my cock clean on the head, put her lips on it and sucked as she stroked from the bottom of my shaft to the ring below my cock head. I could feel her tongue licking and swirling around the head, swallowing all that was left. Looking up at me she slowly pulled her tits off my melting and happy cock. She then used both hands and rubbed all my cumm in to her tits and nipples, before washing her hands and zipping up her top. She gave me a huge, very passionate kiss on the lips using all her tongue, moaning in to my mouth...! Cindy washed me up pretty fast And tucked me in walking sexy, shaking her ass looking back at me and down at her own ass. She said till next time Alan! If you like the story Don't miss what happened two days later in the second next story! Alan007!

At The Pool Last summer, my life changed due to two things happening. First, I retired and secondly, a 12-year-old boy and his grandfather introduced me to sex, man to man. It all started in the change room of the local pool. I was into fitness, so I went to the pool four times a week, to swim laps. After a few days, I noticed several other men were always at the pool at the same time every day I was. We got talking and formed a small swim club, just a few older men who liked to stay fit. One of them always brought his grandson with him and the boy always ended up in the changing room after we swam. I was usually the last out of the room and one day, I saw that the boy was still hanging around when everyone else had left. I had noticed in the past, he seemed quite interested in watching us change, especially when we were toweling off. I started to watch him and the others after that and I saw a few of them were semi hard every time they pulled their trunks off. The boy watched them intently and seemed to be offering himself to them in subtle ways, so I thought. A smile here, a rub there. Just little things but noticeable. A few days later, the grandfather approached me as we were getting out of the pool. We chatted a bit until he stopped me and looked right at me. I wondered what was this was all about and I stepped back a little from him, not knowing what he was going to do or say. “I was wondering,” he began, “if you would like to come over with me and my grandson for a coffee today?” I hadn’t expected this and I knew I had nothing planned for the day other than a few errands so I agreed. “Good,” he said. “Meet us out front after we change.” I nodded and we proceeded into the change room. When I entered, I noticed a couple of the other members of the group were smiling at me. The boy was too and I wondered if I was getting into something I would regret later. I changed quickly and found the two of them waiting for me just out in front of the building. “Come on,” the boy said. “Our motor home is just over there.” Motor home? I hadn’t noticed it before and I soon found out why as it was parked the furthest away from the building in a corner of the parking lot. “You don’t need you car,” said the grandfather over his shoulder. “Leave you stuff in your car and come on over and join us.” I did exactly that and knocked on the door to the motor home. The grandfather answered and let me in, offering me a seat. I didn’t see the boy but it didn’t garner my attention, as least, not right then. The grandfather and I talked a bit and finally the boy appeared. My mouth dropped open at the sight of him as he was only in a skimpy pair of shorts that hid nothing. They were old and torn especially around his groin. I wondered as I stared at him if this was a set up of just what was going on. “Well, what do you think,” the grandfather asked, breaking me out of the stupor I was in. “I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered. “What do you think of the boy?” he asked. I hesitated. “What am I supposed to think?” I asked. The grandfather smiled and pulled the boy over to him. “What do you think about this?” he asked as he ran his hand up and over the boy’s chest. “Doesn’t he look inviting?” Now I knew what was going on and I looked from one to the other questioningly. “He’s only a boy,” I said. “What exactly are you asking me?” He didn’t hesitate at all. “What I’m asking you is if you would like to have sex with my grandson?” There is was, out in the open. “Several of the others have enjoyed his body or have watched the two of us together. Would you like to watch too?” I didn’t know what to say. Never have I even thought about sex with another male and now I was being offered a young boy as a sex partner or the opportunity to watch him and this grandfather have sex. I really didn’t know what to say. “Well, why you’re deciding, we’ll start and if you want to join us, please do,” said the grandfather, as he quickly pulled the boy’s shorts off. I watched his hand go around behind the boy and spread his ass cheeks. Taking a finger, he pushed it up into the boy’s ass hole and started to finger fuck him. The boy closed his eyes and moaned, leaning forward giving his grandfather better access to him. He looked right at me and smiled before lowering his eyes to my crotch. When he did that, my cock gave me away as it started to harden and push against the front of my pants. The boy noticed it right away and reached out to fondle me while his grandfather continued finger fucking him. The boy didn’t flinch as his grandfather put two then three fingers up into him. Moaning softly, he seemed to be pushing back against his grandfather’s fingers that were thrusting quickly in and out of his ass hole. I looked at the grandfather and he was watching the boy fondle me. I caught his eye and he smiled. “Looks like you’ve made up your mind,” he said. “The boy likes to fondle cocks and balls but he like to suck cocks and balls even more. Why don’t you let him take your pants off and you will enjoy him just as much as I do.” I couldn’t resist any longer so I lifted my hips off the seat after undoing my pants and let the boy pull my pants and underwear off me, exposing my hard cock. I thought I heard both of them groan a little when they saw my hard cock sticking straight up in the air. The next thing I knew, the boy leaned forward and engulfed my cock in his mouth. He started to suck me as I moaned at the feeling of his hot mouth around my cock. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the boy’s actions completely. After a few minutes, I heard a rustling of clothes and opening my eyes. I found the grandfather had removed his clothes and was standing behind the boy, rubbing his hard cock up and down the boy’s crack. Up to now, I had never thought about fucking anyone in the ass but here I was, watching a grandfather and his grandson getting ready to fuck and enjoying what I was seeing. The grandfather suddenly got onto his knees and spread the boy’s cheeks wide apart. With a sigh, he started to lick up and down the boy’s crack, paying special attention to his hole. I could see his tongue lathering the boy’s hole and finally, entering the boy’s ass. Through the boy’s legs, I could see the grandfather rubbing his hard cock as he continued to tongue the boy’s crack. After a few minutes, he stood up and moved right up to the boy. Aiming his cock at the boy’s hole, he thrust his hips forward and entered the boy, groaning loudly as he did. The boy, in the meantime, was now bobbing up and down my hard cock as his grandfather started to fuck him. They both seemed to be enjoying the sex and I wondered how long this had been going on since the boy was so young. “I’m coming,” the grandfather suddenly cried out. “I’m coming in your ass boy.” He closed his eyes and leaned back, pushing his cock as deep into the boy as he could while he spewed hot come deep up into the boy’s canal. I couldn’t hold out any longer after watching the two of them and I started spurting my hot liquid into the boy’s mouth and down his throat. He swallowed and swallowed as I came like I have never come before. I finished and my softening cock slowly slid out of the boy’s mouth while the grandfather stepped back, letting his cock slide out of the boy’s ass hole. “God that felt good,” the grandfather said. “There’s only one thing I need now and that’s a hard cock up my ass.” The boy stood up and immediately went behind his grandfather and pushed him forward at the waist. The motion made the man lean over me and he took my soft cock into his mouth and started to slowly suck me as his grandson fucked him from behind. After a few minutes, I felt my cock starting to respond again so I lifted my hips up and put my legs over the arms of the chair, exposing my balls and ass hole to the grandfather. He stopped sucking my cock and leaning forward a little more, started to lick the insides of my groin and down towards my ass hole. God, it felt so good, so I turned around and pushed my ass into his face, immediately feeling his tongue pushing against my hole, trying to get inside me. I pushed back against him and felt his tongue slowly enter my ass. The thrusts of his grandson fucking him from behind moved him against me harder and his tongue went further and further inside me with every thrust. I reached around and spread my cheeks open, inviting him to tongue fuck me more and more. I heard the boy groan loudly as my ass was getting a thorough tongue fucking. The grandfather groaned too as the boy came inside him. When the boy finished, I turned around and forced my cock into the grandfather’s mouth and holding his head, started to fuck his mouth hard. It didn’t take long for me to start to come inside him and I felt him swallowing as I spurted over and over again. When I finished, I was quite exhausted and I told them I needed a rest. They both just grinned at me. Several minutes later, there was a knock on the door and when the boy opened the door, there stood two of the other swimmers with big grins on their faces. They came in and eyed the three of us, ogling our nakedness. I could see from the bulges in the front of their pants, they were there for the same reason I was. Was this the start of something?

Candice was a nice girl. She always made good grades in school, and never got into any trouble. All of her family said she was the perfect child. Her 14th birthday was just around the corner, and she was very excited. Unbeknownst to her, her family and her boyfriend Sam had planned a surprise party for her. They would always do nice things for her. Her father was a very prominent lawyer in a big city, and her mother was an emergency room doctor at one of the university hospitals. Needless to say, they weren’t hurting for anything. No matter how busy her parents were, they always made time for their perfect daughter. With just a week until her birthday, they were especially busy with their careers and the party. At school, she was a very popular girl, head cheerleader, and dated the football team captain. She was always getting stared at by all the boys because she had grown so much in the past year. Just last year, she had knobby knees and was flat chested. This year, she had blossomed. Her first menstrual cycle came during the summer. Her mother had rented a limousine, and had taken her to a very fancy restaurant and bought her a new wardrobe. “Now that you are becoming a woman, you need to act and dress as one” her mother told her. In the short 7 months since that day she has developed B cup breasts, and has slimmed down to that nice coca cola bottle shape. Her blonde hair is shoulder length and matches perfect with her bright blue eyes. Her appearance is very important to her, so she only wears name brand clothes and keeps her hair styled in the latest fashion. Even when she is in a hurry, she makes sure her hair and makeup is done. Lots of people have said that if they were to compare her to anyone, it would be Marilyn Monroe. Whenever she walked into the room she was always getting looks from all the boys in her class, and she even caught a teacher looking a time or two. The week before her birthday party went by very quickly, and Saturday had come before she knew it. That night she was supposed to go out with her boyfriend to a movie and then dinner, anything she wanted. She chose to go and see the newest chick flick at the theater, and without a single complaint Sam sat through the whole movie, and actually started to enjoy it. This made Candice very happy. She had chosen to go to her favorite restaurant near her house, some small caf?hat served foreign foods and expensive coffee. On the way there, Sam made a wrong turn “by accident” and just happened to wind up very close to her house. He said he needed to stop and use the bathroom real quick at her house and she made no objections. It was cold that night as it was in November, so she decided to go in and get her sweater. When she walked through the door, “SURPRISE!!!!!” All of her family and closest friends jumped out to greet her. She was in shock and amazement as to how everyone could have planned this without her knowing about it. They all came up to her one by one to give her kisses and hugs and to wish her a happy birthday. Her friends all gave her the gifts they had brought for her and she opened each one with enthusiasm. Her favorite gift was the one Sam had brought her, that brand new mp3 player that she had been wanting. Her parents were the last one to give her their gift, a personal vacation to Australia all expenses paid. This would be her first time away from home by herself. She was so exited. Her plane would leave in two weeks during her winter break. After the party, she and Sam continued with their plans to go to the little caf?own the street. Her face was just illuminating with delight and surprise on the way there that Sam couldn’t help but to smile. They arrived at the caf?nd went in to sit down. Sam had made arrangements for the staff to reserve her favorite table in the far back of the dining room in the corner. He had set up for them to light some romantic candles for their dinner. When they had made their way to the back of the restaurant, the candles were lit, and there was two wine glasses there with a bottle of sparkling grape juice in a bucket of ice. As they sat down, their song came on. “This is so romantic” she said He just sat there with a slight grin, as he knew that this was going to be one of those nights she wouldn’t soon forget. When the waiter came up she ordered her favorite dish. When they were done with their main course, they ordered dessert. Sam had gone down to the local bakery and had a black rose cake specially made for her with HAPPY BIRTHDAY printed on the stem. The waiter brought out the cake and she could barely contain her happiness. She loved the cake so much she didn’t want to even cut into it, however they did. It was her favorite cake, chocolate cake with strawberry icing dyed black to color the rose. After the cake, they ordered some Italian coffee to top off the meal and dessert. Once they were done with the coffee, they left the caf?o go for one more surprise. Sam asked Candice to close her eyes as he drove so the surprise would be better. I know what you’re thinking; she’s only 14, so how is this guy driving? Well her mother met Sam and liked him so she let them go out. They have been together now for over 3 years and they are both still virgins. They made the pact to stay virgins until marriage, so it would be something special both could share. And as true love is, they have both stayed true to their vow, and neither has lost their virginity. While Sam is driving, Candice thinks back to how they both met and the night they both realized they were in love. As Candice is reminiscing, she begins to smile ever so softly. Sam glances over and sees this very sensuous smile and begins to think to the future. Secretly he is planning to ask her to marry him as soon as she gets back from her trip. He begins to smile as he pictures her face glowing from the rush of the past few weeks. As he pulls into the gravel road where her next surprise awaits Candice realizes that they have turned off of the main road and is wondering why. Excitement builds as they slowly pull down the path getting closer to their destination. Her eyes still shut, the car pulls to a halt and she hears Sam open his door. Next, she feels her door being opened for her, yet she keeps her eyes closed as asked. Sam leads her to a spot not far from the car. He tells her he will be right back and to keep her eyes closed and she agrees. She can hear water flowing to her left and birds chirping to her right. She feels the heat from the engine of the car in front of her and the cold chill of the November night behind her. Suddenly she hears soft music coming from the radio of the car and then Sam’s door shut. His arms wrap around her from the back and she melts into them. She asks if she can open her eyes and Sam agrees to let her. As she does she is greeted with the rush of her sudden eyesight being restored to her. As her eyesight is coming back to her, she notices where she is. This is the little spot on the river where they had their first picnic. With Sam behind her and his arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace, they begin rhythmically swaying with the music. She turns to him and they hold each other and kiss ever so softly. They are both caught up in the moment and fall ever so much more in love. They danced and kissed for what seemed like hours. When they decided it was getting late, Sam led her to the door of the car and opened it for her as any gentleman should. She took her place in the car and waited for him to enter. Just as Sam was reaching for the door handle Candice heard the most disheartening sound she had ever heard. “Twink” This was the sound of Sam getting hit with an aluminum baseball bat in the back of the head. Just after she heard this, she saw Sam’s head come through the driver side window, shattering it to a million pieces. Whatever was happening to him just kept going. As he was sliding down the door, the same sound was resounding, with more and more force. She realized what was going on; Sam was getting beaten with that bat. She immediately began to let out the most blood curdling scream as she was reaching for her cell phone to call the police. As she was dialing 911 the horror that she didn’t know exactly where she was hit her like a ton of bricks. Just as she dropped the cell phone and began to open the door to run, she became aware that the sounds had stopped. She heard nothing at all in fact. She called Sam’s name, but he didn’t answer. She slowly opened the door and stood up. She looked around and didn’t see anyone, so she slowly walked around the front of the car to take a look at Sam. He was beaten very badly and barely hanging on to life. His breaths were bubbly and he was groaning from the pain. She looked for his keys, but couldn’t find them. They weren’t in the ignition of the car and not in his pockets. She told Sam to hang in there and she was going to get some help. Just as she stood and turned to run toward the road there was a searing pain in the left side of her head. As she woke up, the horror of what had happened set in again. She began to scream as she realized that she didn’t know where she was. It was a dark room with cement walls and a very low ceiling. The floor was dirty with feces and what smelled like a combination of urine, blood, and vomit. She was wearing her sweater and white cotton panties. She had no idea where her pants were, but that was the last of her worries right now. Right now she needed to figure out where she was and how she could get away. Searching frantically for a door or window, she came across a metal hatch along the third wall. She was very disoriented as the room was almost pitch black. She felt the hatch from top to bottom and side to side and found no way to open the door. As she started to bang on the door, the door flew open and hit her in the forehead, sending her flying backwards onto the dirty floor. As she regained her bearings she caught the first glimpse of her assailant. She couldn’t make out any distinguishing marks, but she did see that he was approximately 6’2” tall and heavy, he had to be around 350 pounds. She could tell he was bald and he seemed to walk with a limp. “Shut the fuck up and listen to me, bitch!” She did exactly what he said. “If you ever want to get out of this alive, then you will do exactly what I tell you and say nothing about it. Do you understand me?” She nodded. “You will eat when I say, you will sleep when I say, and you will fuck when I say. Do you got that?” Again, she nodded, but this time she began to sob as she thought about how her virginity was sacred to her. Sam and she had planned to lose their virginity together on their honeymoon, and now that plan is ruined. “I said, shut the fuck up! I don’t want to hear that goddamned sobbing bullshit!” With that said he raised his hand, balled his fist, and punched her right in the forehead. The only thing she remembers is the bright light from being punched and the pain of hitting the floor very hard. When she woke again, the room was dark. Darker this time it seemed. She began to stand up, but lost her balance and fell hard on the floor, landing on her right knee. Hearing the noise, the beast of a man went to the hatch and opened it, carefully this time. The light flooded the room and she winced at the pain it struck in her eyes. She dared not to make a noise or cry for fear of being hit once again. She had a searing pain in her head, worse than a migraine headache. Her eyesight was coming back to her and she was able to see more of this mammoth man. He was white, probably in his late twenties or early thirties, bald, and had a long goatee. Candice was trying to remember everything she could about this man for she was to tell the police whenever she got out of this, better yet, IF she got out of this. “Do you know what’s happening?” She shook her head yes. “If you do as I say, you will eventually be able to leave here, and in one piece.” Candice shook her head yes and looked to the floor, wanting to cry. She knew what would happen if she did, so she decided to just keep quiet. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Candice” she replied. “Well Candice, people call me Repoman. You might want to get used to calling me that, because you will be here for a while. Now let me ask you a question Candice, are you still a virgin?” “Yes” she replied, with a whimper in her voice. “I have brought you here to get you pregnant, and have the baby. My wife and I cannot have any kids and there are no babies in the system to adopt. We have been looking for candidates all over, and you caught our eye. You are smart, beautiful, and wealthy. Now if you behave, maybe we can eventually take you from this room and into something more suitable, but if you do anything stupid, that possibility will be lost. You will stay in this room for a while so that when and if you are to leave this room, you will appreciate where you go then and you won’t want to come back here. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” Candice replies wearily. “Well then, I guess the time has come for you to lose your virginity.” Candice begins to cry. The man leaves the room and shuts the hatch behind him. Candice thinks about Sam and wonders if he is okay. She thinks back to all the plans and promises made, and it makes her fall deeper into depression. She thinks of ramming her head into the concrete wall over and over to try to kill herself, but decides that it would only knock her out. She thinks of trying to fight the man off and maybe he would just kill her if she was too much to handle, but she again decides against that as she wants to see her family and Sam again. However, she does decide not to give her virginity away without a fight. Just as she stops crying, the hatch opens yet again. She is shocked to see two people in the bright light this time. She sees the man called Repoman, and she also sees a woman. The woman looks to be also in the late twenties, with short hair, and probably 145 pounds. “Candice, its time.” he says in a deep voice. As Candice thinks about what is about to happen she gets sick to her stomach. Suddenly she vomits, and the man and woman laugh at her. “It will only hurt for a few minutes.” the woman says. “If you relax, you just might enjoy it, hell, I’ve never had any complaints.” Repoman says with a chuckle in his voice. The woman snickers at this last statement. “Trust me honey, he knows what he’s doing.” the woman says. Just then, the man lunges for her, and knocks her to the floor. He begins kissing her and groping her breasts. Candice tries to push him away and turns her head away from him. She grabs his hands and tries to force them from her chest. She is no match for him. He overpowers her every move. He grabs her hands and puts them together then slams them to the floor and holds them there. He leans in again and tries to kiss her yet again, but she turns again. The hulk of a man seems to be getting frustrated and let’s go. Candice thinks she has successfully avoided the attack this time, but quickly learns otherwise as she is slapped so hard she begins to bleed. Shocked from the impact of the hit she stops resisting. “I told you that you wouldn’t get hurt if you did what you were told, but you didn’t fucking listen. Stop fucking fighting it and let it happen. You might as well get used to it, because it’s going to happen on a regular basis before and after you get pregnant.” he screams at her. With this being said, he goes to kiss her again without restraining her, and is successful. He reaches out for her breasts and touches them with no resistance. He makes his way down to her white cotton panties to the soft pink mound between her legs. She winces at his touch, but does not put up any resistance. He sits her up and takes off her sweater to reveal her white cotton, b cup bra. He gets excited at the sight of the 14 year old girl on the dirty floor in nothing but her bra and underwear. As he is excited he feels the fabric of his pants holding his huge erection back. Candice glances over to the woman in the corner looking at what was happening. She was shocked to see the woman sitting in the corner with her pants around her ankles and her fingers up to her palm in her sopping wet pussy. “Take off my pants, bitch!” Candice reluctantly complies. She reaches out and grabs his belt and tugs at the buckle finally freeing it. Then she pulls at the button of his jeans popping it loose. Finally she reaches for his zipper and unzips it all the way down freeing his manhood. She gasps at the sheer size of it as she has never seen a real live cock before. Truthfully, it scares her to death because she knows that there is no way that thing will fit into her tiny virgin hole. “Put it in your mouth. And if I feel any pressure or teeth, I will break your fucking neck, do you hear me!” She nodded and opened her mouth as wide as it could go. She slowly put her mouth over the head of it and immediately started gagging at the horrible thought of putting his cock in her mouth. He reached down and forced her head toward him making her take it all in. She gagged and felt the bile and vomit come halfway up her throat. She pushed him backward and he let her so she could catch her breath. The thought of her chocolate and strawberry black rose cake all over his cock made her even queasier. At this thought she finally vomited all over the floor. He threw her a bottle of water and told her to rinse out her mouth and spit it on the floor then take a swallow. Meanwhile the woman in the corner was watching intently and the thought of him making her take all of his cock in her mouth and down her throat made her cum. She rubbed furiously on her engorged clit and was ramming her fingers in her well lubed pussy. As she was ramming her fingers in as fast as she could she had an earth shaking, juice squirting orgasm. With pussy juice all over her hands and puddling on the floor beneath her glistening pussy, she sat there shuddering. Repoman looked over and saw what she was doing and went over and put his cock in her face. She looked up at him and took it in willingly with a hunger for his cock that would rival starvation in a foreign country. Acting like she had to have his cock in her mouth just turned him on so much that he was on the verge of blowing his load. The woman felt his cock swelling in her mouth and took him all the way down to his balls and began licking his balls with his cock down her throat. She stuck her index finger in her pussy to get it lubed up enough to slide in his ass with ease. Positioning her finger on the tight little sphincter she wiggled it in and quickly found his prostate. She began rubbing it in time with his thrusts and he pulled out his cock from her throat and let his kids go all over her face. She was gasping for air and holding her mouth open to catch all of the cum she could so she could swallow it and waste none. After he had spent his load, she looked at his cock and saw a little cum remaining on it and took it in again to clean him completely off. With this task completed he turned his attention back to the dirty little bitch on the other side of the room. “Are you done puking now?” he asked. “I think so” she retorted. He made his way to the other side of the room and told her to open wide and she complied. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her face to the base of his cock. She gagged a little but he didn’t budge. He held it there for what seemed like eternity. When she was done gagging he began to move it in and out. You could see the bulge in her throat where his cock was moving in and out. She thought it was going in her lungs as they were on fire. He pulled out just as she thought she was going to black out long enough for her to get some air, and then he was back in fucking her throat. As she was squirming and gagging and turning red from lack of air, the vibrations of her whines was the icing on the cake and he shoved his cock as far as it would go and let his second load go. She had no choice but to swallow every drop as his cock was deep in her throat. Once he was done raping her throat, he turned his attention to the sweet little cherry between her legs. He called his wife over and reminded Candice that if she did anything stupid that she would regret it. She got down between her legs and began licking the thin fabric of her white cotton panties. A wet spot formed at the spot that was her virgin entry hole. When she had enough of tasting her panties, she moved them to the side and tongued her sweet clit. The taste of her juices and the smell of her innocence were too much to bear. She then began to lick up and down like she was eating an ice cream cone. Candice began to moan a little and grind into her face with every lick. She then stuck in her pinky to get her ready for more fingers, moving it in and out slowly. Once she had relaxed a little, she pulled out her pinky and stuck in her middle finger. Still licking her clit, she moved her middle finger in and out and round and round. She found her hymen about halfway in, and confirmed that she was still a virgin. This brought a grin to her face as she was thinking what her husband was going to do to that tight little pussy once she had her primed. She searched for the g spot in the tight little honey hole. She finally found it, and began rubbing it furiously while licking her clit and outer lips. It was too much for Candice to bear and she had her first orgasm. Pussy juice flooded her tight hole and ran down Repoman’s wife’s hand and down her butt crack and wound up on the floor. This made Candice very upset to think that she could have an orgasm at a time like this and she began to cry again. That didn’t sway the couple’s intentions not one bit. The woman stood up and looked at her husband, smiled and then went over to him and kissed him very deeply. He could taste the juices in her mouth. He grabbed her hand and began sucking her fingers to clean off any remaining juices that were left. His cock was standing at full attention after watching his wife just make a 14 year old virgin girl have her first orgasm while being raped. He headed her way, and Candice knew what was going to happen next. As he knelt beside her, he reached for her panties and she shied away. He grabbed her leg and pulled it violently toward him giving her the meanest look she had ever seen. She knew he meant business. “Open your fucking legs bitch, or I will hit you again. I’m losing my patience with your stupid ass.” he yells. He reached down and grabbed her panties by the crotch and yanked them hard away from her. With a rip and a scream they were torn away revealing her luscious virgin pussy. He couldn’t wait to get inside of her. He leaned his head toward her pussy and welled up a spit wad, and spit on her pussy to get it wet. He rubbed the head of his cock on her wet slit to make it just a little easier to get in, then positioned the head at her tight little young virgin hole. He slowly slid the head of his cock in and it wouldn’t go any further. He pulled it out and slid it in a little more intently this time and made no progress. Feeling frustrated, he pulled out and shoved it back in with force. He went about halfway in and it stopped. There was something blocking his passage, and he knew what it was, it was her hymen. This brought a smile to his face. He reared back and shoved his cock in with all of his force. Candice let out a horrified scream from all of the pain and burning in her pussy and he ripped her hymen to pieces. As she was screaming, Repoman began laughing and then pulled his bloody cock all the way out and rammed it in to the hilt. She was screaming still from the fire in her no longer a virgin pussy. She thought back again to what she had planned with Sam, and realized now that all that was lost, forever. She began crying again and he slammed into her repeatedly. His cock was ramming her so hard she was slowly sliding across the floor. She could have sworn that the head of her cock was hitting the bottom of her stomach. As all of this was going on the woman in the corner had gotten a chair from outside the hatch and turned it upside down and began riding the leg of it. Seeing her husband take the virginity from this vulnerable little girl was turning her into a sex maniac. As she was riding the leg of this chair she began feeling those intense waves of pleasure again. With the leg of the chair squeezed into her wet pussy she was moving up and down as if she was on a pogo stick. She was going into the first of many orgasms with the chair in her, and as this first orgasm hit her she began slamming herself down on the leg of the chair. This just sent her overboard and a wave of multiple orgasms flooded her body. She began shuddering and shivering as she was overcome with ecstasy. Once the wave of pleasure had subsided she sat there for a moment regaining her composure. She slowly slid herself off of the leg of the chair. There was a small trail of pussy juice and traces of blood running down the side of her leg. She found the torn white cotton panties, sniffed them, and then proceeded to wipe the juices and blood from her leg and pussy. Repoman could take no more as the tight wet pussy that surrounded his cock began to spasm as Candice had her first intercourse orgasm. She let out a few quiet moans between the loud sobs of sadness. He felt the wetness from the orgasm and let out a long loud groan as he spit his seed deep into her womb. He shuddered as he spent his load into the deflowered young girl. He pulled out his cock and let the pool of pussy juice, blood, and semen pool on the ground beneath her. Candice just laid there taking in all that had just happened, still sobbing and crying. As he got up, Candice slid over to the corner and pulled her knees up to her chest and put her head down between them. He walked over to his wife and told her how good she was, and this in turn, turned her on yet again. She reached down and grabbed his cock and told him that she needed it, hell she craved it. “Get your ass over here you little bitch!” the woman yelled out. “I want you to eat my pussy while he’s fucking me. Lay down and put you head between my legs and lick my pussy just like I did to you.” The woman instructed. Candice did as told. The woman straddled her face, and squatted down to make sure Candice was able to do what she was told. She then bent forward so that she was on her hands and knees, and started licking the fluids from Candice’s pussy. As she was leaning forward, Repoman came up from behind his wife, and slammed his cock into her. She let out a moan so deep he could tell she really needed it. He began slamming into her just like he had Candice. She began moaning and writhing, and grinding into him like a bitch in heat. The more she did that the harder he slammed her. From time to time he would pull his cock out and force it into Candice’s mouth and down her throat. His wife began to get louder and louder and was breathing so hard she was almost panting. He knew she was almost ready to cum. He pulled out his cock and placed it at the opening of her asshole and slammed it into her. She let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead. Candice winced as the scream pierced her ears. Repoman just looked down and smiled as he knew what was about to happen. He pulled out and slammed back into her with a vengeance, and his wife just grunted this time. She was adjusting to the size of his cock nicely. As he was reaming her ass with his huge cock, Candice was licking furiously at the growing rosebud that was turning red at the top of the wife’s pussy. With all the action going on, Repoman’s wife was at the top of her climax chain. As he rammed his bulging cock into her one more time, an explosion of passion was going on. First the wife let loose a spray of pussy juice and drool, and then Candice came furiously with her fluids leaking out onto his wife’s tongue and the dirty floor. Next, Repoman couldn’t stand it anymore and he blew his load half in his wife’s ass and the rest on Candice’s face. Surprisingly, Candice was licking the remainder out of the reamed anus and whatever was dripping across her pussy. Once all was done, Repoman stepped back and his wife got up, and they slowly grabbed their clothes and made their way back to the metal hatch leading to the hallway, shutting and locking it on the way out. Candice was left on the dirty floor, naked, shivering, crying, and in disbelief. She drifted off to an exhaustive sleep thinking of all the things she had just been a part of. When Candice woke up, the first thing she noticed was the smell of dried blood and semen in the air. While she was sleeping, she didn’t seem to move from the spot where she had passed out in. She slowly sat up and was quite dizzy. As she slowly regained her steady feet, she stood up and all at once she felt some kind of fluid running down her leg. She reached her hand down to get a sample and brought her hand to her face. Upon first inspection, she didn’t know what it was, but later figured that it was semen. She couldn’t believe how much was draining from inside her. All she could think of was the amount had to be gallons. She found her sweater over in a corner torn to shreds, and used it to clean herself as best as she could. Once she was done, she made her way to the chair in the corner that was used for something that was way away from what it was supposed to be used for, flipped it right side up, and sat down. As she sat there, there was a rush of what had just happened a few short hours ago. She began to think about how she was forced to suck cock for the first time, and how she was raped by a woman and a man at the same time, and sadly how she kind of liked it. She was shocked by this realization. “Oh my god, what have they done to me? They have made me into a whore.” She thought to herself. How could she ever explain this to Sam and her parents?

I was tired. We all were. It had been a long day, having been up since 5:30am. My friend Alex and his dad had picked me up in the morning to take me on a long planned Boy Scout camping trip to the local mountains. This was what we called “car-camping” which meant no hiking with packs. It was mostly for fun and experience for the youngest scouts. But Alex and I weren’t the youngest, nor were we the oldest. We had enough experience to know what we were doing, but we were not old enough to be in charge of anything major. Which was great for us. It meant a more or less carefree weekend of minimal supervision out in the wilderness where we could get into all sorts of the mischief that young boys get into. It turns out that my experiences wouldn’t be remembered quite as fondly as my friends. But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Jason. I’m what you would call the shy, quiet kid at school, and that was the case even in scouts. I was smaller and lighter than most of the kids my age which contributed to my general insecurity. I had black hair, light skin and blue eyes. I stood out against my friend Alex who was larger, several inches taller than me and built for football. He loved football. I never saw the appeal, but we were best buds, so we could often be seen throwing a football around in between rounds of me stomping him in whatever the video game of the month was. He was different than me in many ways, his curly light brown hair, light brown eyes, and strong build made me look even smaller than normal. But he was always by my side. We had each other’s backs, and no one messed with me because of that. The car ride was long, and we picked up several other boys on the way. We quickly got bored and most slept due to the early wakeup. Once we got to the camp site though, the mood quickly changed. Excitement spread through the car and we began talking about all of the things we would get to do over the weekend. We hopped out of the car into a bright sunny day and an endless expanse of trees and wilderness around us. Being good scouts (well, at least in our parent’s eyes) we began setting up tents and the camp. Alex and I quickly found two other friends of ours, J.D. and Matt. They had been waiting for us because we were planning on piling the four of us into one large 8 man tent. “Sup guys,” Alex said as we got close. “Finally!” exclaimed J.D. “We’ve been waiting to set up so we can go exploring. Matt said he knows a lake around here that we can hike to and get away from these other losers.” I smiled as we got to work setting the tent up. J.D. was adamant about setting up our tent as far away from other people as possible, which I thought was odd, but I went along with it. I was just glad to be back with the group. While I hadn’t been friends with J.D. or Matt long, they were both longtime friends of Alex and they had welcomed me into the group unlike most of the kids at school or in scouts. “How far is the lake?” I asked. “Only about a mile and a half. Not far, but far enough that no one else will want to go out with us,” said Matt. I liked Matt. He was taller than me and had blonde surfer hair, but was slim like me. He shared a lot of my personality traits and we got along great. J.D. on the other hand was very different from the rest of us. He grew up in a rougher household that didn’t have as much money. Our Boy Scout troop sponsored him a lot so that he could go on trips with us. He was about the same height as Matt, but his brown hair was scraggy, and his white skin was darker than the rest of ours. He was nice – as long as you were his friend. “We should get going,” said J.D. “If we take too long, we’ll get roped into teaching the younger scouts.” We all agreed, so we grabbed a few things we thought we’d need, told one of the adult leaders we’d be going on a hike to the lake and set out. The day was great. We laughed while hiking and went for a long swim in the lake despite it being freezing. As we lay warming in the sun afterwards, I caught J.D. and Alex looking over at Matt and me sitting away from us. They were whispering about something as they looked over at us, but I thought nothing of it. I was more interested in warming up. Eventually, J.D. and Alex came down to join us and we all lay shirtless, with wet bodies, sunbathing in a row. Our young bodies glistened in the sun as I looked down the line. I noticed Matt’s thin form breathing gently with his eyes closed. Alex’s looked like he was having trouble getting comfortable on the rock due to his build. I watched his muscles shift around, stirring feelings inside me. I knew I was into boys. Alex knew too, as my best friend. It wasn’t every day I got to see three almost naked bodies lying in the sun. There wet shorts pressed tight against their skin and I could see feint cock outlines on all of them, which was amazing for a young gay like me. As I looked out to J.D. at the end of the row, I noticed him watching me. I looked away in embarrassment, but not before I noticed a slight smirk on his face. *** Eventually, after a long day at the lake and running around, and a campfire, it was dark and it was time to get into our tents. While I was rolling out my sleeping bag I heard a whispered argument coming from outside the tent. I looked out into the now dark wilderness to see my 3 friends huddled close having some sort of heated discussion, but I couldn’t make out the words. I then saw Matt storm off towards the cars with his sleeping gear. Strange, I thought. But whatever, more room for us. “What was that about?” I asked as Alex and J.D. got to the tent. They shared a look I couldn’t make out because of the low light. “Oh, nothing much,” said J.D. “We were just annoyed that Matt preferred to sleep in the car instead of with you.” The way he said ‘with you’ was odd, but I thought nothing of it at the time and simply completed getting ready for bed. Once we were all in our sleeping bags, we continued chatting for what seemed like hours under the glow of a small light, just enough to see if we had to get up in the middle of the night. As the conversation eventually died down, I began to roll over to get some sleep. Tired, I was getting comfortable on my sleeping mat when J.D. asked “Hey, Jacob, are you a virgin?” I paused, confused by the sudden change of subject and how personal the question was. I was friends with J.D. but it still felt odd he would drop that out of nowhere and single me out. “Um. Ya.” I said. “Why.” “Oh, just wondering,” said J.D. “Just wondering because you are gay” “Uh. Ya, but what does liking guys have to do with it?” I didn’t hide the fact I was gay, but I didn’t broadcast it either. No need to make my life more difficult than it needed to be. And what did being gay have anything to do with losing my virginity? If anything it was harder to find another gay boy my age where we lived. Everything got quiet for a while, and I rolled over to forget the weird question and go to sleep. As I tried to sleep I heard whispering between Alex and J.D. I tried to ignore them, but they began shifting around out of their bags so finally I asked “Hey, what are you guys doing?” “Oh. Um. Hey Jason. Alex and I want to compare dicks, to see who’s bigger. We have a bet going. We want to see yours to so we can settle the bet.” Now I was confused. The conversation was odd and out of the ordinary, especially for Alex, and J.D had a weird tone in his voice. I wasn’t necessarily against the idea, just something was off about them, almost like seeing a bad actor in a movie. It felt almost like they were reading a ***********. “No man, I’m good,” I replied. “Come on Jason, I’ve seen it before, just show it to J.D.” said Alex. Something was off and it was making me uncomfortable, but they kept insisting that I pull down my pants. “All teenage boys do this at some point,” said J.D. “Dude, its ok, trust me,” said Alex. Reluctant, I told them fine, and we all got out of our sleeping bags to pull our pants down, but I made sure they did it first. Immediately I saw a size difference. Alex and J.D. both had similar sized penises, probably about 6.5 inches. Mine was obviously smaller, at about 5.5 inches, and thinner. While I had seen Alex’s before on accident when we changed or something I had never really paid attention. In the low light of the tent I could just make out how both of them were thick and veiny. Also different between us was that both Alex and J.D.’s dicks were getting harder and mine was not – I thought I was the gay one… “Ok you saw it,” I said. “Mine is obviously smaller. You guys settle you damn debt. Now let’s just go to bed.” “But I thought you were gay, Jason. Don’t you like seeing our dicks?” said J.D. I looked over at Alex for support but he seemed to be following J.D.’s lead. Alex was looking at me weird, eyeing me hungrily. For the first time, I went from weirded out to nervous. “What’s going on guys?” I said. “We’re friends. Not some weird boyfriend threesome.” Then something unexpected happened, J.D. grabbed my shoulder. I flinched, but he held firm. “I’ll tell you what,” J.D. whispered firmly. “Both me and Alex are horny, and – well – you’re gay. So since you enjoy that kind of queer shit, why don’t you let use you for a bit. You’ll like it, so there’s nothing to worry about. Right Alex?” “Right,” he replied, still eyeing me in a weird way. “You guy are fucking crazy. Go fuck each other over a log in the woods if you guys want. Leave me out of it. I’m not in love with either of you, and I’m definitely not losing my virginity to one of you assholes. I thought you two were both straight.” I was getting very annoyed. This was out of character for Alex, and while I knew J.D. could be an asshole, he’d always been nice to me. I pushed his hand off my shoulder and grabbed my sleeping bag, but as I did I felt Alex and J.D. grab me and quickly pin me to the floor of the tent. Before I could cry out, they had stuffed a shirt in my mouth. “Mmmph,” was all I could get out. I squirmed under their weight. My heart was starting to race. My mind was racing. I couldn’t figure out what was going one. Slowly I began to realize that all three of us were naked and they were both on top of me. Holy shit they are serious, I thought. No they can’t be serious, they’re not going to fuck me. The next thing I knew I felt a hand rubbing my ass, slipping a finger into my ass crack near my hole. I instantly tried to recoil, but it was useless against their hold. That didn’t stop me from struggling as I went into a full panic. But my efforts only wore me out, and they were content to wait me out. “Are you done Jason? We haven’t got all night.” J.D. laughed. “I’m going to be nice and use some lube, but if you keep struggling, I might wipe it off. Now be a good gay boy and stop moving.” I felt J.D. shift on top of me, mounting me from behind. Alex held my arms and head down, while my muffled yells went unanswered. I felt something hard moving around my ass crack which I could only assume was J.D.’s throbbing cock. On feeling it, I again started flailing, or rather tried to, doing everything I could to break free, but it was no use. Alex was too strong and heavy. I whimpered, as J.D. searched for my hole with the head of his penis. On finding it he said “Don’t worry Jason, gay boys like you enjoy this kind of thing.” What came next was something no boy can prepare for. J.D. began to push his Vaseline lubed penis inside of me. As he pushed I felt my tight hole stretch, and stretch until I thought I couldn’t take it. And I couldn’t. The pain hit me like a sharp knife cutting my insides as he slid inside me. I cried out to no avail, my eyes beginning to water and blur from the pain. “Please stop” I tried to yell, but what came out was a wordless, muffled scream. “Oh my fucking God,” cried J.D. “Alex, holy fuck this is good.” J.D. began to thrust. Gently at first, but it didn’t matter. The pain was excruciating, my ass had never been stretched like this before. J.D. started to ramp up the pace, each thrust increasing the sharp pain and throbbing ache in my ass. His hard dick slammed against my colon wall with each thrust sending shocks through my abdomen, and leaving me with sensations I couldn’t describe. He thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, until I couldn’t bare it anymore. I began to sob, worn out from struggling, my body gave into the abuse and I gave into the unending pounding. And still he continued for what felt like an eternity. Each thrust rocked my small body. My arms were held firm by Alex’s hands and knees, my face rubbed against the cold, smooth tent floor. I kicked my legs behind me, but J.D. simply pinned them with his own legs and continued using me. The pleasure in J.D.’s voice and breathe was obvious and each moan of pleasure only reminded me of how my sensations were opposite his. My hole was stretched past the limit and each thrust felt as though it was ripping my ass to shreds. His long cock reached deep inside me, filling like I didn’t know was possible. I did my best to twist and look up at Alex. He was my only hope. My best friend. But as I looked up, I didn’t see my friend. Looking down at me was a wild animal, with that hungry look, eyeing me like his next meal. I saw his throbbing hard cock above my head, and his face showed no mercy for my struggle. He noticed me looking up at him with tears streaming down my face, and he shoved my head back down to the tent floor, tightening his grip on me. All the while, J.D. continued his incessant pounding. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but eventually I heard his breathe quicken and his moans get louder. “Oh shit. I think I’m going to cum.” His breathe quickened even more. “Shit, should I cum inside him? “I don’t know,” said Alex. “I’ve never done this.” Next I felt a few hard thrusts, J.D. cried out in pleasure, and collapsed on top of my defeated body. But I didn’t care about him. My only thoughts were about the pain and the tears streaming down my face. I should have felt relief that he had stopped fucking me, but I didn’t. I felt betrayed. Used by the very people I trusted as my friends. J.D. felt heavy on top of me, his heavy breathing causing him to rock my small frame. Alex let go of me and leaned back. I took it as my opportunity to shake J.D.’s tired body of me. I crawled to the corner of the tent, yanked the shirt out of my mouth, and curled up. Crying in the corner, my hand felt my aching hole. I winced as it was tender to the touch. I felt sticky cum dripping out and my hand recoiled back realizing what it was. “You liked it?” said Alex. “Fuck ya,” replied J.D. “You taking a turn now?” At the sound of that, I looked up in fear at Alex. My best friend, the one who had not only let J.D. rape me but held me down, was going to fuck me too. I trembled in the corner. “Please Alex. Please no. It hurt.” He looked at me, and I could see him thinking it over. His dick was rock hard, throbbing in the low light of the tent. He sat there for a while, then eventually crawled over to me. I froze, dreading the inevitable. “No not tonight,” he said. I breathed a sigh of relief. My body sinking even more into the floor of the tent. Alex reached out and stroked my hair. “You’ve had enough I think. You did great, bud.” He smiled down at me. I didn’t know what to think. He gently helped me get into me sleeping bag. Once he was in his, he gently moved next to me and again stroked my hair. I continued crying for a long time. I was in pain, and I could feel J.D’s cum leaking out of me soaking a spot through the sleeping bag. J.D. fell right asleep. His gentle breathing mixed with the peaceful sounds of the wilderness outside the tent. Alex continued to stroke my hair and head. As calm as my surroundings had now become, I was in a state of shock and confusion. I didn’t know what to do, who to tell, how to feel. People had always told me sex felt good. What J.D. had done to me had not. All I remembered was pain, a pain I still felt aching. I laid awake for hours, thoughts racing through my head, crying on and off. Eventually, as the pain dulled and the exhaustion took me, I fell into a restless sleep.

Part I I carried Mia, totally unconscious, to my bedroom and laid her in the center of the bed. The fifteen year old breathed steadily and deeply, a sure sign she was not about to come to. Looking at her laying there, so sweet and innocent looking, I almost had second thoughts, but pushed them away. She was going to get exactly what she deserved, the fucking bitch. I unzipped my slacks and pulled my hardening nine inch cock out and stroked it a few times to get good and stiff. Once my staff was fully erect, with veins showing near the surface and pre-cum on the tip, I climbed onto the head of the bed, near Mia’s face. I turned her face to my cock and rubbed the tip over her lips, cheeks and neck, until her porcelain skin glistened with my pre-cum. Then I used my fingers to spread her lips open and slid my cock into her wet warm mouth. I let her lips close naturally around my throbbing shaft as I began sliding it in and out. A couple times she made soft gagging sounds, until I got the hang of how deep into her throat I could go. Even though she wasn’t actually sucking me, the whole experience...face fucking my drugged 15 year old virgin daughter...made me incredibly hot and I soon felt my climax approach. I took hold of a handful of her long blond hair and fucked her mouth hard and fast. Groaning deep in my throat, I knew my orgasm was just about to happen. I pulled my cock out of Mia’s mouth just in time to squirt my jiz all over her angelic face. “Aaaaahhhhh,” I moaned as I splattered Mia’s face with my hot sticky cum. I left the mess on her face to dry so in the morning she would know very well what I’d done to her. I lay beside Mia for a few moments, catching my breath, before continuing. Looking at her, I thought about the last two years, since my wife, her mother died. I know it sounds fucking terrible to say about my own daughter, but we were never close, even when my wife was alive...and now I virtually hated her. Since my wife died, Mia had become impossible, swearing at me constantly, skipping school at will, being brought home by the police, smoking pot in our home, you name it. Now I was finally putting my foot down, in a way she would never forget. I knelt next to my daughter, and began stripping her. Initially, I started to unbutton her blouse, then realized there was no point in being delicate. So I tore the blouse open, causing buttons to pop off and scatter. Turning her upper body, I pulled the sleeves down her arms and off. Once the blouse was removed I tossed it aside and tore her bra off in a similar manner, leaving light red marks on the sides of her chest wear the material had resisted ripping. Now she lay there topless, still out cold, and I admired her tits, easily 36C with big dark nipples. Next I tore the button off her jeans, ripping the zipper in the process. My heart was pounding in the anticipation of raping my daughter...who I had drugged to assure her lack of consciousness...and I pulled her panties down with her jeans. I tossed those garments with the rest of her clothes, and took a long moment to gaze at her impressive body. My eyes drunk in the curve of her tits, rising and falling as she breathed, then passed to the flat of her stomach, and continued on to her long legs (she’s 5' 9"), tan and shapely from lots of tennis and other outdoor activities. My eyes lingered down the outside of her left leg, down to her petite feet and toes, complete with pedicured nails. Then I worked my way visually up the inner part of her leg to her smooth and creamy thigh. Finally, my vision fell to her cunt, with the fine lustrous patch of corn silk-like hair. And the folds of her virgin pussy, looking so warm, moist, and inviting. My cock was quickly stiffening again as I continued my violation of my teen daughter. Taking hold of her soft round tits, I squeezed them firmly, before rubbing her nipples roughly between my thumb and forefinger. They quickly hardened like small pebbles. I pinched, pulled and twisted them until they stood up tall, turning slightly red with blood rushing to the surface of her skin. Next, with heart racing and breath quickening, I took one into my mouth. I sucked it like an infant nursing at it’s mother’s breast. I took the entire tit into my mouth, as though attempting to devour it. After a time, I moved from one tit to the other, giving it similar treatment. Now my cock was fully erect again and I felt an urgency to get the deed done. Sitting upright, I contemplated her pussy, stroking it with my fingers. After spreading her legs to a rather obscene width, I played with her cunt, finding her slightly swollen clit. Rubbing it with my fingers caused her to sigh softly, but did not threaten to awaken her. The sleeping pills I had dropped into her pop had her out good. Slipping a finger into her cunt, I met the expected resistance of her hymen. She had been careful to preserve that, at least for now. Now I moved between her legs and lowered my head, sniffing the musky scent of her pussy. Then I tasted my daughter’s cunt with a long slow wet lick. God, I was getting so fucking aroused by this! I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips and flicked my tongue over her clit, causing another soft sigh from the unconscious teen. I sucked her clit into my mouth and it released sweet juices, which I slurped up happily. I went back to licking her pussy, going at it like a crazed animal. She made only the same sighing sounds as earlier when her orgasm hit, but the flood of juices pouring from her cunt signaled that she had indeed climaxed. I licked her cunt clean and dry. Now I readied for the act that would ruin all Mia’s plans. Her mother had been heiress to a small fortune, a result of my father-in-law’s business acumen. Much of this fortune was endowed to Mia when her mother died, to be granted to her on her sixteenth birthday, with two provisions. First was that she still be in school at that time...this she technically was. The second provision being that she still be a virgin on her sixteenth birthday...this she would not be! Raising Mia’s legs so they draped over my own, I scooted forward on my knees until my cock head was against her pubes. Taking my thick hot shaft in my hand I pressed it to her fuck-hole. The head of my cock slid into her just a bit and I took hold of her hips and pulled her to me, hard. My cock slid into her a bit more, but I realized she was still intact. Pulling her to me again, I thrust my hips forward, feeling the resistance of her maidenhood, then feeling it give way. My cock slid deeper into my sleeping daughter’s pussy and I began pumping her with long slow strokes. She sighed again, but this time I paid no attention. The act was done, she wasn’t a virgin any longer. My cock slid deep inside her and I reveled in her tightness. Taking hold of her firm young ass I increased the speed of my fucking. Now pounding her deep and hard, I was nearly out of my mind with lust, lust and the joy of knowing I was truly fucking my daughter in more ways than sexually. I lifted her ass off the mattress with my strong, unyielding hands and drove my cock into her cunt, trying to literally impale her on it. The bedsprings creaked noisily and I was grunting and groaning as I thrust my rod to the depths of Mia’s pussy time after time after time. Finally I felt my orgasm approach, as I pounded myself into Mia with great animalistic fury. Sweat ran off my face in streams and felt near exhaustion from the ferocity of my fucking, but still I slammed into Mia’s pussy over and over again. When I knew that at last my climax was at hand, I pulled my throbbing, aching cock out of Mia’s cunt and squirted a huge amount of sticky, warm cum over her stomach and tits, just another sign for her to discover of what I’d done to her. “MOTHERFUCKER!!!!” I shouted as my climax washed over me in waves. I collapsed onto the bed next to my daughter. Laying there for some minutes, I finally caught my breath and was able to stand steadily. Picking up the Polaroid camera on the night stand, I took a shot of Mia’s face, with my cum drying to a thin crustiness on it. Then I photographed he belly, with my jiz still wet on it. Finally, I shot her pussy and the bed sheet under her, both spotted with blood, sure indications that she’d been fucked royally. Leaving the snapshots on the night stand next to her, I left her to sleep in my room as I went to a very satisfied sleep in the guest room. Part II “NOOOOOOO!!!!!,” came Mia’s howl of shock upon awakening in the morning. She had slept late and I was almost finished with breakfast. “What did you do to me, you fucking bastard?” she screamed at me as she bounded down the stairs. She entered the dining room on a dead run. She stood there seething at me, totally naked, having not taken the time to grab so much as her robe. I looked up at her calmly. “I fucked you,” I answered simply, as I finished off the last of my eggs. “It won’t work,” she argued. “It doesn’t count if I’m raped.” She was a slut, but she was a bright one, understanding immediately the reason for my actions. I shook my head. “Check the will, babe. It says you lose out on your inheritance if you are not a virgin on your sixteenth birthday,” I explained. “It doesn’t say a word about any exceptions for rape,” I smiled smugly. “I’m calling the police,” she threatened. “You’ll go to prison for this.” She turned to the wall phone. “Yes, I’ll go to prison, and then what of you?” I asked. She froze with phone in hand as I answered my own question, “You’ll go to a foster home of some sort, until you’re eighteen. But then what?” I mocked her, “You, get a job? That’s a laugh! But that’s what you’ll have to do, with me in prison,” she frowned. “Now, I promised your mother I would take care of you financially, and I will...but not from a prison cell!” I looked at her confidently and awaited her response. “Do you know how much I fucking hate you?” she asked icily, if somewhat rhetorically. I pushed my chair away from the table and stood. “Well, that may be, but I’ve got to tell you, standing there all bare-assed naked is giving me notions,” I looked her naked body up and down lewdly. She shook her head and tried to cover herself with her hands. “No fucking way asshole!,” she vowed, turning to exit the dining room and head up stairs. I followed her. She quickened her pace, and so did I, but just enough to stay close. She ran up the stairs, with me hot on her heels. Entering her bedroom, she tried to slam the door on me, but I got into the doorway too fast and threw my shoulder to the door, causing her to go sprawling on the floor. Barely rising to her feet, she half crawled, half jumped into her bed. Landing on her stomach, she pulled her knees to her chest, balling up into the fetal position. “NO! Don’t you dare touch me, you fucking pervert!” she warned. Climbing onto her bed, I saw the inviting target her ass presented to me. “Oooo, what do we have here?” I asked teasingly. I put one hand firmly on the back of her neck to hold her in place and stroked her ass with the other. “Don’t touch me,” she begged, her sky blue eyes glistening with tears. Ignoring her, I pulled my cock, already fully erect, from my jeans. I spat into my free hand a half dozen or so times, and smeared the spit on her ass crack and then some on my cock head. Reaching under Mia, I managed to spread her knees just a bit and pressed my cock head to her puckered asshole. “No, please don’t Daddy,” she pleaded. I wondered when I had become “Daddy.” Tossing that thought aside, I forced my thick cock up Mia’s ass about two inches...hot damn, she was tight! Her asshole was stretched way beyond its normal limits by my two inch thick cock. She buried her face in her pillow and screamed into it. I took firm hold of her hip with my free hand....still holding her in place by the neck with my other....and drove my cock deep up my daughter’s asshole. I could feel her entire body tense up and she again screamed into her pillow. I pulled my cock out so just the tip was still inside Mia, then paused for a few seconds before slamming it home again. I slapped her bare ass with a resounding “CRACK;” damn I was enjoying myself! I began pumping her asshole with long smooth strokes, and it loosened up and accepted my bludgeoning rod more easily. Mia wasn’t making much noise now, and she seemed to emotionally accept what was happening as well as physically. Feeling she wasn’t likely to struggle now, I took my hand off her neck and now used both hands to work her hips against my thrusts. I gave myself up to the ecstasy of the moment and closed my eyes as I continued my long slow fucking of my teenage daughter’s asshole. When I opened my eyes some moments later, I saw Mia was now supporting her upper body on her hands, with her back arched and head thrown back. She was rocking her hips forward and back of her own accord and had begun to moan obscenely . I reached a hand under her and fingered her pussy. She was practically dripping wet. “Oh yeah Daddy,” she cooed. “Finger my cunt while you fuck my asshole. I’ve had a bunch of guys’ cocks in my asshole, but never any as big as yours. Fuck, this is so good!” I worked her clit over with my finger and she quickly reached climax. “OOOOOOYEEEEAAAAHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed as her orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer. I continued to pump her asshole as she gasped to catch her breath. Reaching under her, I grabbed her tits and fondled the nipples. “Yeah Daddy, play with my titties,” she encouraged. “Cum in my asshole Daddy...I want to feel your hot cum squirt up my asshole.” Hearing my own daughter use such language, as I reamed her sexy asshole, drove me nearly out of my mind. “I’m gonna cum,” I shouted as my own climax got very close. Taking hold of Mia’s hips again, I slammed my cock into her 3 last times, extra savagely, eliciting a sharp “unhg” sound from her with each thrust. Then I shot my cum deep into her asshole. “WHHHOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO” I whooped as my entire body felt as if it were electrified. My cock continued to spasm and shoot additional doses of cum up Mia’s asshole for several moments before my orgasm finally subsided. Mia and I collapsed onto the bed, her in my arms. After several moments, she broke the silence. “Well, I guess we figured out one way we can get along,” she suggested, with a wink and a grin.

My Next Door Neighbour wears Nylons My hands were dug deep into my jeans pockets and my head was tucked into my chest to avoid the worst of the chill wind that was blowing across the fields to my right as I walked up the steep hill towards our house. During the day I would have had some cover by walking up the backstreet but my Dad locked the yard gate at 9pm ‘in case of burglars.' Who would want to break into our meagre terraced house was lost on me but he had his rules; so I had to enter the house from the front and it faced out onto the Northern hills. As I fumbled in my Levi jacket for my keys I noticed that next door's downstairs curtains were partially open. I don't know why but I thought it odd as every other window in the street was in complete darkness. Curiosity took over and I slowly raised my eyes towards the light as I opened the small gate at the bottom of our garden. It wasn't the bitter cold wind that now made me freeze to the spot, but the sight that greeted me when I looked through our neighbour's window. My Mum's best friend was standing in the corner of the room and pulling her dress over her head revealing her massive knockers inside a lily white bra and a small pair of red knickers under a nylon slip. I silently closed the gate and crouched down so as not to be seen. Nancy dropped the dress to the floor then ran her hands over her breasts before slowly stepping out of the slip. I could no longer feel the icy wind as my mouth hung open. Deliberately not looking out of the window Nancy raised her hands behind her back and fumbled with her bra fastener. At 14 I'd had my own problems opening bras so sympathised with her dilemma but she soon unbuckled the hooks and held the bra against her magnificent orbs for what seemed a lifetime, then pulled it away from her chest and her unfettered knockers wobbled as she leaned to her side and placed the underwear on a chair. My recent intermittent forays into the world of teenage sex hadn't prepared me for anything like this - my next door neighbour looked like a sexy film star as she stood in the corner of her living room now only wearing a skimpy pair of red knickers brown stockings and a big white suspender belt. Sex was in its infancy in the mining villages of North East England in 1972 and although I'd managed to get two girls to let me feel their tits in the six months since my 14th birthday that was the sum total of my sexual experience apart from the occasional well thumbed copy of Health & Efficiency. I knew that you had to put a ring on the third finger of a girls' left hand if you wanted to get inside her knickers. My face was burning up and my stomach churning as the middle aged woman ran her hands across the front of her pants then, after a gap of 10 seconds that felt like 10 minutes she pulled the knickers down and stepped out of them. My eyes were just focussing on her hairy bush when she suddenly turned around and switched the light off before quickly disappearing through the door that was behind her. Despite the freezing wind I was now covered in sweat but more importantly I had a hard on the size of Blackpool Tower. Thankfully Mum, Dad and my brother were already asleep as I tip toed up the stairs to my own bedroom. In a well practiced Winter manoeuvre I took my clothes off and put my pyjamas on in one slick movement meaning I was never fully unclothed in the cold room. Once inside my bed I immediately began tugging at my still hard cock reliving the show that Nancy had put on. I spunked into a sock inside two minutes which was a bit of a record, bearing in mind I hadn't cracked one out for nearly three days. I woke up with another stiffy remembering the previous nights events and knocked a second load out into the sticky sock before getting up for breakfast. School dragged all day as images of Nancy and her huge boobs were now burned onto my brain and I began evolving an array of over complicated ways of seducing her. Later that evening the family were settled in front of the TV when the back door opened and a familiar voice called out "Only me." As was her way Nancy sauntered into the living room without a care as to whether the family might be discussing some important Political topic or engaging a naked game of Twister. To nobody's surprise we were all actually gathered around the ‘goggle box' watching a Soap Opera and drinking tea as my parents chuffed away on cigarettes. Although she called in 6 nights out of every 7 she was welcomed like a long lost relative and I was despatched to make another pot of tea. I liked Nancy a lot; I always had - even before the events of Tuesday night. I'd known her most of my life and she was the polar opposite of my Mum as she was always up for a laugh, plus she openly swore in general conversation and on their occasional nights out got very drunk and I had overheard Mum tell Dad that she flirted with other men much to my Mum's embarrassment. She was a year or two younger than my mother and married to Jack who worked at the local coal mine like my Dad, but Jack was a drinker and when not at work would normally be found in the pub. Another thing about her was the way she dressed. My Mum, like most of the other women in the village wore ‘dowdy' but ‘comfortable' clothing around the house and usually had a housecoat on too as they were always cooking, cleaning or ironing. But not Nancy, she always looked smart, in a nice dress or skirt and smart blouse and her hair and make up were always immaculate. When I returned to the living room with the tray of tea she was sitting in my place on the sofa next to Mum. After handing around the cups I sat on the carpet next to Dads chair. I went back to watching TV as my Mother and neighbour chatted and gossiped. After a few minutes I shuffled to get comfortable and secretly looked across at Nancy who was sitting innocently enough with her legs crossed chatting to my Mum, but from my vantage point I had a view up her skirt and right up between her legs. I got a clear look at her brown stocking tops, suspenders and the crotch of a pair of shiny white silk knickers. I was instantly even more uncomfortable as my cock sprang back into life inside my tight jeans. Over the next 10 minutes or so she crossed and uncrossed her legs 5 or 6 times each time giving me a special view of the loose knickers. I was soon dangerously close to spontaneously cum-busting in my pants. Eventually she got up to leave and as Mum walked her to the door and Dad went off to the loo I made my escape and whipped my cock out the second I made it to my room. It only took a few tugs and spunk was flying in all directions! Sadly neither of these events was repeated in the following week even though I walked home late from the pub on Friday and Saturday nights in the hope of seeing her strip again and when she visited Mum the combination of her sitting in the same seat and me in my vantage point never happened. It was only on the Sunday that the penny dropped that her husband would have been working the nightshift earlier in the week and at home on the Friday and Saturday - DOH! The following Thursday evening I was all alone watching Top of the Pops on the TV when the back door opened and a familiar voice called out, "Only me." As usual Nancy sauntered in to our house unannounced. "Is your Mum in?" She innocently asked as she curled her arms under her massive bosom and shivered. "It's frigging freezing out there tonight." She laughed so heartily her chest wobbled. "No." I rasped through an instantly dry mouth, "She's at the Bingo." Now, with the benefit of hindsight Nancy should have known this as my Mum went to the Bingo every Thursday night regardless of the weather or time of year, in fact one family story claims that her waters broke during the last game the night I was about to be born. "Never mind." She smiled, "put the kettle on while I warm my arse up." As I stood up Nancy moved in front of the roaring coal fire and did something she'd never done before - she lifted her skirt up to her hips revealing her full black stockings that were being held up by a deep white suspender belt and a pair of shiny cream knickers and pointed her backside towards the coal fire. I desperately tried to be nonchalant as I left the room and boiled the kettle. As I stood in the adjoining doorway Nancy continued standing with her skirt around her hips and chatted inanely about her Grandson and something about the price of cauliflowers. When I returned with the tea she finally let her skirt fall to her knees then lit a cigarette. "Do you want one?" She asked and proffered the packet. I nodded and took one out of the packet. As I put it in my mouth she leant forward to light it giving me a good view down the cleavage of her red wool cardigan that clung to her chassis. I sat nervously smoking in front of an adult as she kept chatting, smoking and brushing imaginary dust from her cardigan and skirt. After a minute or two she smiled an enigmatic smile and sat suspiciously close to me on the sofa, making sure that our legs touched. "I didn't think that you would be home tonight." She lied as she sipped her tea and fluttered her long eye lashes. "I was just watching this then going to the Youth Club for a game of darts." I stammered and pointed towards the TV. "Darts?" Nancy chuckled as she ran her red finger nail across my thigh. "I thought a strapping lad like you would be out shagging some young girl somewhere." "I wish." I coughed as her finger got dangerously close to my stiffy that was now hurting me. "Ooh!" She giggled as he finger touched my cock. "What's this? Don't tell me an old woman like me can have this effect on a lad like you." Still with her cigarette between her fingers her whole hand was now stroking my cock through my jeans. I couldn't say a word through a mixture of fear and adrenaline. "My, my, it's a biggun!" My middle aged neighbour laughed again as she stubbed her cigarette out and then cupped it in her palm before leaning forward and kissing me full on the lips and pushed her nicotine flavoured tongue past my teeth. At that moment I fully expected my balls to explode. "Take your cock out and show me how big it is." She whispered when she broke our kiss. I immediately began fumbling with my belt and flies until my jeans were around my knees and my cock was standing out like a flag pole. At the same time Nancy had unbuttoned her cardigan and her massive ivory orbs were now only 6 or 7 inches from my face. "Mmmmmmmmmm." She purred as her hand went back to my cock, "I was hoping it would be a biggun like your Dads." My Dads?????? But the thought went out of my head as she pulled my face into her chest with one hand and began wanking me with the other. She'd obviously done this before as she was even better at wanking a cock than I was and I thought that I was a Grand Master. I was soon kissing and sucking her tits through her bra until I got brave and scooped them out of the cups at her urging and sucked on her big brown nipples. This scenario felt like it lasted a lifetime but in reality I shot my load over her hand in only a minute or so. I was devastated and elated in equal measures as I handed Nancy my handkerchief to wipe her hand with. "I'm sorry about that." I mumbled. "Oh don't worry sweetheart, I wouldn't have expected anything else." The auburn haired woman grinned as she slid her cardigan off and removed her bra, "we've still got another hour for you to finish the job properly." My eyes were out on stalks as she stood up and slipped her skirt off followed by her knickers. All of the magazines I'd seen had women's bits airbrushed out and here was my middle aged next door neighbour standing in front of me naked apart from her suspender belt, stockings and shoes. Her bush looked amazing as it covered the bottom of her belly and went right between her legs. Nancy's tits hung pendulously down and filled her slim top half. "Not bad for an old ‘un, am I?" She chuckled as she moved into a couple of modelling poses. "You look wonderful." I gasped as I tugged at my still stiff cock. Nancy soon moved back to the couch and knelt beside me to feed her tits back into my mouth. I sucked her nipples like a starving baby until she moved away and kissed me again then slowly kissed her way down my chest and belly until her hair touched my aching cock. I heard her sigh and take a deep breath before she kissed my bell end then opened her mouth and slowly slid it past her soft lips. Remember that this was 1972; I'd never even fingered a girl and only one of my friends had had sex with a girl so a woman sucking my cock was way out in the stratosphere of teenage fantasies. Her head bobbed up and down as my rock hard cock slid in and out of her hot mouth while I nervously fumbled with her great big dangling tits, and stroked her nylon covered legs. After about five minutes of the most amazing sensations that I would ever feel Nancy came up for air and her eyes were now glazed over and sparkling. Without a word she stood up and stroked her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples which made her wince then she stepped forward and straddled me. "Are you ready?" She whispered through her full red pursed lips. I nodded and she put her left hand between her legs then took hold of my quivering cock and guided it towards her hot wet snatch. Nancy was now grinning manically as she shuffled slightly then shifted her wait before sitting on my long hard cock. "Oh sweet Jesus!" She whistled as she impaled herself on my 6 inches. Not another word past our lips as she slowly moved up and down my shaft biting her bottom lip. (As she fucked me her tits smothered my face which would eventually become one of my special kinks.) As Nancy continued to ride me like a stallion my hands were all over her body like an epileptic spider monkey - I was squeezing her tits, fondling her voluptuous arse and stroking her legs. Her legs of course were covered in the finest, shiniest nylon and that as much as any other sensation I experienced that night would stay with me the longest. Eventually Nancy began panting as her fucking became faster and more frantic. She was now throwing her head backwards and forwards and began to look angry as she pumped my young cock with her tight cunt muscles. "Aaahhhh.....Ooohhh.....yes yes yes yes.....Oh YES!" She panted then gasped as she gripped my shoulders and crushed her swinging tits against my face. My neighbour clung to me for a few seconds then uncoupled our bodies and stood sweating in front of me. "Do you need to cum?" She gasped as she stroked her tits. I nervously nodded. "Do it doggy then." Nancy instructed me as she knelt on the sofa and gripped the top cushion. "Come on then." She wheezed, "Shove it in." I didn't need telling twice and still with my jeans around my ankles I shuffled behind her magnificent freckled arse and pushed my cock between her cheeks. I found some resistance as I thrust forward. "Not in that one; you cheeky bugger!" Nancy cackled as she took hold of my cock and pointed it towards the entrance of her gash, "not tonight anyway." With a deep breath I pushed and her cunt soon swallowed my cock and she gasped. "Oh God yes!" Nancy hissed as I took hold of her hips. "Fast and hard Sweetheart; you won't hurt me - fast and fucking hard!" With that instruction I did as I was told and don't think I took a breath for the next three minutes as I banged and pounded her streaming cunt with all the energy I could muster until with one last Herculean effort I stood up on tip-toes and fired three hot rounds of teenage spunk as deep into her middle aged cunt as I could muster. I clung to her hips as another couple of spurts joined the rest of my spunk and I eventually withdrew and took a step back. Nancy remained kneeling on the sofa and I took the opportunity to view my handywork. Her legs were still wide apart and strings of my white cum were running out of her stretched pink cunt and dropping on to our vinyl sofa. Her long pubic hairs were matted with sweat and spunk but best of all; I got to see her twinkling arsehole. When she'd recovered her breath Nancy moved off the sofa and gave me a big cuddle and an even bigger kiss. "Was that your first time?" She whispered. "Yes." I replied. We went on to be lovers for the next 5 or 6 years and she taught me many things that I have put into use in the ensuing years and it's Nancy I have to thank/blame for my nylon fetish and insatiable love of anal sex. She died 10 years ago and at her funeral there were another 4 other guys who attended that I knew and like me had all come without their wives.

My Pretty Little Slaves – Chapter 13 – Training of Nadine, Hawaiian girls and Sophia, Spring Break Cruise and a Trip to the Cayman Islands. Character Introduced: Josie, 14, daughter of Fred and sister of Jolene, white, 5'1 Red Hair Green Eyes 34C breasts Janice, 14, daughter of Fred Josie's identical twin, white, 5'1 Red Hair Green Eyes 34C breasts Claire, 12, sister of Jolene twin of Clairice, white, 4'11 Brown Hair Blue Eyes 32D breasts Clairice, 12 sister of Jolene twin of Claire, white, 4'11 Brown Hair Blue Eyes 32D breasts Ray, 40, white 5'11, 5” cock Madison, 36, wife of Ray, white, 5'7 Red Hair Blue Eyes 38D breasts Grace, 16, daughter of Madison, white, 5'5 Red Hair Blue Eyes 36D breasts Kelli, 14, daughter of Madison, white, 5'4 Red Hair Blue Eyes 34C breasts Brooklyn, 11, daughter of Madison, white, 5'2 Red Hair Blue Eyes 32B breasts Ray Jr., 17, son of Madison, 5'9, 9 ½ cock Erin, 33, Ben's Lawyer, white, 5'9 Blond Blue Eyes 38D breast Gary, 24, Ben's Friend Notary Public, black, 12” cock Charlotte, 32, District Attorney, white, 5'11 Red Hair Green Eyes 34D breasts Tiffani “Tiff”, 14, white, 5'2, Brown hair and eyes, 34C breasts, swan-like neck Nicole, 16, sister of Tiff, white, 5'4 dirty blond hair – deep blue eyes, 36D breasts, swan-like neck Sandra, 36, mother of TIFF, white, 5'6 dirty blond – deep blue eyes, 38DD breasts, swan-like neck Jessie, 31, real estate agent – Cayman Islands, white, 5'8 blond – light blue eyes, 36DD breasts From Chapter 12. Ben then starts to suck on Jolene's pussy and then mounts her and starts fucking her hard. Her sister are watching as they make love. Ben looks at them and tells them when they make the decision to be his slaves that he will take care of each of them. He proceeds to pound Jolene who is squealing in pleasure. “Master, I love you. Please get me pregnant with your baby. Make me yours”. “Baby, you are mine. I protect my women, just asks Laurie or Renee”. When he is done he tells Jolene and her sisters that they are to stay with him and that he is going to get their father to sign over custody to him when he gets back in town. Jolene's sisters thank him and tell him they love it at his house. “Girls this is your house now. I will take care of you”. Story continues after Ben cums in Jolene's pussy. “Jolene did you tell your sisters that you are pregnant?” Ben asks as he gets off of Jolene. “No I think you just did” Jolene says. “Ben, can we suck on BIG FELLA and clean him off?” Josie asks as her three sisters come over and wait his response “Sure”. They suck and lick on BIG FELLA, until he gets hard again. “Ben, I want to be your slave. I want you to make love to me. Please take my virginity” Josie asks. “Do all you want to be my slaves?” Ben asks Janice, Josie's identical twin and Claire and Clairice twelve year old identical twins. “Ben, we have talked to Becky and Jolene about this. We all want to be your slaves. We want to be breeder slaves. We all want to give you as many children as we can. Becky had Doctor Reynolds prescribe fertility drugs to us. We are yours to have. We hate our father and want to belong to you. Please take our virginity and make us women” Claire says. “Did Becky go over the training with you and about the tattoos?” Ben asks “Yes Master” Clairice says and her sisters nod. “Well I will take your virginity today, but training is going to have to wait. I will get Sheila to give you your back tattoos today marking you as my property. I accept you as my slaves. I will train you when we go to the Cayman Islands after the cruise” Ben tells them. “We are going to the Cayman Island, Master?” Josie asks. “Yes, I will need to get your passports rushed. I will call my friend in the State Department to rush them through. You don't have passports already do you?” Ben asks them. “No, Master we don't, but I know where our birth certificates are and I can get them if you have somebody drive me to my house” Jolene tells Ben. “I will have Tiffani drive you over there tomorrow. Do you have any idea when your father is going to show up again?” “No, I really don't care if he ever comes back. You and Becky are my family now. I am now yours Master. As our my sisters, if my father does not agree to sign custody over to you I might just beat the crap out of him until he does. I hate him, he has no love nor regard for us” Jolene tells Ben. Ben then takes Josie and spreads her legs. He starts kissing her and then sucks on her 34C breasts and then after she moans in pleasure he moves down to her honeypot and starts to suck on her pussy. He licks her slit and then sucks on her clit, when she starts to cum he stops and lifts his head. “Where the hell do you think you are going, Master, get back to work” Josie tells him as she pushes his head back onto her pussy. Ben, smiling, then starts to suck and lick her pussy and spreads her pussy lips. Ben then starts to suck on her hole and eventually sticks his tongue in her extremely tight vagina. He inches his way until he strokes her hymen. She has the same reaction to this as Peggy, she starts screaming and bucking her hips. Josie starts cuming on Ben's face as he continues his licking of her hymen. “Oh GOD MASTER, that feels SOOOO good” Josie says as he continues his assault on her hymen and pussy. He sucks her to three orgasms and then pushes and erect BIG FELLA past her hymen in one stroke. “OUCH, GOD DAMN that hurt like hell” Josie says as her new Master pushes all the way to her cervix. Ben stops and tells her “Josie baby, the worst is over. Just relax and get use to the size of BIG FELLA”. Ben stays there enjoying the tightness of her once virgin pussy. After about ten minutes he starts to pump slowly in and out of her pussy. He gradually begins to pick up pace, after about forty-five minutes he begins to really pound her hard eventually he starts to jackhammer her pussy and when he is about to climax he pushes deep and hard until her young cervix gives way and lets BIG FELLA into her womb. “Josie, are you on birth control?” Ben asks as he is almost out of breath. Josie shakes her head no. “I am going to get you pregnant eventually, here is your first shot”. “Go for it Master, make my sister pregnant. Get all my sisters pregnant” Jolene tells him. When Ben finally finishes cuming he pulls Josie into his arms and tells her “Josie, baby you are safe with me. You will never ever want for anything ever again. You are part of my family now, and I take care of my family”. “Janice, your next. Are you ready to become a woman, to become my lover?” Ben asks. “Yes, Master. Please make love to me. Take my virginity and make me yours” She tells him. Ben grabs BIG FELLA and tells her to suck him back to life. She complies and starts to suck BIG FELLA. Janice licks the head and shaft and then takes the head into her mouth and starts to suck on the head. “Master, your cock is so beautiful” Janice says as she looks up at him while she licks on the shaft and balls. “Becky honey can you get my pills for me?” Ben asks as she goes to get them she comes back and gives him his supplements and vitamins. “I need to call Abigail and have her refill your supplements and bring home you vitamins, you are running out” Becky tells him as she picks up the phone. Ben is erect and puts Janice on her hands and knees. He separates her legs and pushes BIG FELLA into her tight fourteen year old virgin pussy. “OW, Master, please go slow” Janice tells him as he pushes to her hymen. “Baby, you are mine. This is going to hurt a little when I take your cherry, it will get better. I love you baby and I am going to take care of you” Ben tells her as he pushes past her hymen and then thrusts all the way to her cervix. Jolene comes over and sees her virgin blood on her thighs, “Sis, you are now a woman. Ben's woman, I love you we are going to be so happy here with our new loving family”. Ben starts to stroke her harder and faster. He does this for about fifteen minutes and Janice yells,“OH GOD, MASTER. You are making me cum. God this feels great”. Ben pounds little Janice for another hour before he pushes BIG FELLA past her cervix and starts to stroke her womb. After he deposits his load inside her womb he exits her pussy with a large pop sound. “Baby, you are now a woman” Ben tells her as she rolls to her side, “No, I am your woman. That was fantastic”. Sheila comes in and asks Ben who needs to get tattooed. “Let's start with Joe, then Emily and Julia, finally Jolene needs to get all her tattoos done also. Her sisters here need to have “Property of Ben Barnes” tattooed on their lower back. Joe needs to have “Becky's Toy” tattooed on his upper arm. “Mr. Cunnilingus” tattooed on his lower back and “Pussy-Licker” tattooed on his chest. He also needs to have his tongue pierced in three places, nipples and scrotum also pierced along with his ears. Emily will show you”. Sheila takes Joe, Emily and Julia to the dining room and sets up her equipment and starts with Joe. It takes her two hours to complete Joe's tattoos and piercings and moves on to Emily and then Julia. When they are done with their piercings and tattoos they come back to the pool area and show their master. “Thank you Master for my tattoos and piercings” Julia says to Ben with a lisp. Ben is pounding on Claire at that moment, she is moaning and groaning as he strokes her long and deep. He is pounding the cervix in her twelve year old pussy. “You are so welcome my sweet Julia, welcome to the family. I love you and so does everybody else here. How do you like Joe's tattoos and piercings ladies?” Ben asks. “Well Ben, I like them. Although he needs to put his collar and leash back on. And then come back over here and suck on my pussy” Becky tells her husband as everybody sees Joe jump and put on his collar and leash and run over to Becky. “Mistress Becky, please let me have the honor of eating you out” Joe asks her with a lisp. Becky spreads her legs and Joe goes to town on her slit and young pussy. He lifts his head and looks at Ben. “Thank you Master, you made me a very happy man. I will take care of your women with my tongue” He looks at Becky and smiles as he goes back to work. He works hard at getter her off. He makes her come twice sucking all her juices down. “Mistress can I have another orgasm please?” Joe asks her. “You are asking me if you can give me another orgasm?” Becky asks him. “Mistress, it is my pleasure to give you as many orgasms as you will let me. I will spend the rest of my life making you happy” Joe tells her. “I think I like my present Ben” Becky tells him as Joe goes back to town on her pussy. “Joe from now on you will always be at Becky's side, especially when I am not there. You will do what she tells you. Do you understand?” Ben says to Joe as he puts the thumbs up to him. “Master, I think Joe loves his new job” Emily says with a smile. Ben finally pushes through Claire's cervix and starts to fuck her womb. “OH, Master I don't know where BIG FELLA is but he is really deep inside me” Claire tells him. “Claire, baby, I am in your womb. This is where I am going to give you my seed. You are now mine” Ben says as he starts to groan. He cums in her womb for ten minutes and then pops out. “Janet, Tiffani can you bring down the air mattresses and set them up in the living room. I am going to sleep in there the next couple of days. Tomorrow I start my training of Nadine, Sophia and the Hawaiian girls” Ben asks them. “Master, take it easy on yourself. Do not over work yourself or BIG FELLA. You have all the time in the world to train these girls. They are not going anywhere” Tiffani tells him. “Master, I am yours. You can train me whenever” Sophia tells him, “As long as you keep fucking me on a regular basis. I love my family here and I am not going anywhere unless you kick me out”. “I am staying also, but you need to get me pregnant with my mother and my friend Master” Nadine tells him. “Tiffani, mother, I will take it easy. I am going to make love to Clairice now. Are you ready, Clairice? Their is no rush you do not have to do this if you do not want” Ben says “Ben, I am ready, I want to be apart of the family” Clairice says. “Clairice, you do not have to have sex with me to be part of this family. I will take care of you as I will all of your sisters. If you want we can wait until you are ready. Know this, you are loved and we all will love you for the rest of your life” Ben tells her. Clairice has tears in her eyes as she tells her new Master “I want you, I really do. Please make me a woman. Your woman, I want you and only you, no one else”. “Clairice, baby you are my woman, I will not let anybody else make love to you if you do not want to. That goes for all my women. You are mine. Now if you don't mind, come here and suck on BIG FELLA and get him hard” Ben tells her as she comes over and takes BIG FELLA into her hands. “Master, who gave your penis that name? You did not do that did you? It is appropriate but a little strange” Clairice asks. “My dear loving wife, Becky. She is the one who gave my cock that name and had it tattooed on the top of it” Ben tells her. Julia, Emily and Nadia and Nadine giggle “Master, you really love Becky don't you?” Nadia asks “With every fiber of my being, she is my north and my south. My beginning and my ending. All this is possible because of her” Ben says as he looks over at his wife having another orgasm from Joe's working her pussy. “Are you enjoying my gift my love?” “Oh, GOD yes. I need to share him with my mom and the rest of my sisters. He is getting better at it as he goes along. Joe, one last orgasm and that is it for the night” Becky says. Joe lifts his head from his mistresses pussy and says “Yes, Mistress Becky. Thank you for letting me pleasure you today” and he goes back to eating her out. Tiffani comes over and sits next to Becky as Ben is getting a tongue bath from Clairice. Clairice is licking BIG FELLA's shaft and balls she then opens her mouth and starts to suck on the head of BIG FELLA. She looks up at her new Master and he tells her “You are doing a great job, suck and swallow. Try to get it down your throat”. She does as she is told and she tries to get BIG FELLA down her throat. Ben then puts his hand on the back of her head and tells her to swallow as he pushes her head down on BIG FELLA. He keeps telling her to swallow as he feels BIG FELLA entering her tight throat and he begins to push harder until she is at the base. He lifts up and he lets BIG FELLA out of her throat and she starts breathing through her nose. “A couple more times sweetheart” he tells her as he pushes her head back down on BIG FELLA. He does this a total of ten times and then tells her “do it again on your own” and she does. “Very good my love” he tells her as she takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth. “Master, you didn't cum yet?” Clairice says. “Baby, I am going to cum in your womb and nowhere else. Spread your legs for me”. She does and he starts to suck on her pussy, he then sticks his tongue deep inside her pussy and strokes her hymen. She immediately starts to cum. When she is cumming he pushes an erect BIG FELLA into her pussy and past her hymen bottoming out at her cervix. “OW, that hurt a little. BIG FELLA feels so big inside me Master” Clairice says as she starts to move her hips. “Fuck me Master, this feels good”. He does for a couple of hours until he pushes through her cervix and dumps his load inside her womb. Meanwhile, Joe finishes up with Becky and moves on to pleasing Tiffani. “I am going to share my toy with all my sisters” Becky tells everybody there. Joe lifts his head “Thank you Mistress Becky, I love my job, Miss Tiffani if I can do anything better, please let me know”. Ben takes Jolene and her sisters to the living room. As Sheila is getting done with Reanna's sex minx tattoo he tells her that these four need their “Property of Ben Barnes Tattoos” on their lower backs and their name on their shoulder. When you girls are done come over to the mattress and join me an Jolene”. Ben then goes over and lays down with Jolene and starts making out with her. He starts at her mouth kissing her passionately then works his way down her throat and to her ample 36D breasts, licking, sucking and squeezing them. “Thank you for giving me your sisters, they are quite beautiful. I will take care of you all” Ben tells her as they watch the sisters get tattoos. “Master, you are going to have to take it easy on my pussy, I am pregnant. Please be careful and don't go too deep” Jolene tells him. “Thanks for reminding me, that is great news. I look forward to seeing our babies grow up strong and healthy. I hope they look like you my love. I plan on breeding you and your sisters, I am thinking on keeping you guys pregnant all the time, What do you think of that?” Ben asks her. “We will give you as many children as you want, My Master, My love. We are yours to do as you wish. Lets see how our first pregnancies go. I wish you would continue to make love to me and give me BIG FELLA every chance you get. I never want to see my father again. I really despise that man, from now on I am going to call him Fred. He no longer is my father” Jolene tells him. Ben is erect and spreads Jolene's legs and inserts BIG FELLA into her and starts to stroke her pussy. Nadia comes in and lays next them and asks “Master, I need a couple of loads in my womb. I am not pregnant yet”. “Nadia, we have plenty of time to give you a couple loads. You will be pregnant soon enough. I will have sex with you next” Ben tells her “Thank you my love”. She lays there watching the two of them enjoying themselves and starts to play with her pussy. When Josie is done she comes over and starts to suck on Nadia's pussy. Jolene looks up at Ben “You really have it rough Master, all these women that crave your love and want to please you and have sex with you. I love you Ben Barnes”. Ben continues to stroke her pussy with long deep strokes making sure he does to penetrate her cervix. He tells her he loves her as he climaxes and then rolls off of her. Janice comes over and starts to suck on Jolene's pussy as she is starting to leak cum, “No reason to waste Master's seed!” she says to her sister. Ben lays there and rolls over to kiss Jolene. “Master, I hope I have a girl so I can name her after my mother Salena. I miss her so much. I know she would love you if she was here, you are so loving and caring”. “Janice, Josie do you like your tattoos? You can get any tattoos you want on your back, I will have Sheila bring over her portfolio after you get trained” Ben tells them. “Yes, Master, Can we getting a hummingbird tattooed on our shoulder?” Josie asks. “Josie, I want all five of you to get a hummingbird on your shoulder blades. I want the four of you to get your names on your left arm” Ben tells them. And Josie, Janice and Clairice comes over and thank their new master. Claire is getting her “Property of Ben Barnes” tattooed on the small of her back. “Sheila can you do a hummingbird tattoo?” Ben asks. She gets up from tattooing Claire and draws a picture of a hummingbird. “Do you like this one?” They all agree. “Can we get “Ben's Hummingbird” underneath of it, Sheila?”. She nods yes as she continues with Claire. When she is done with her first tattoo she starts the hummingbird tattoo, then puts her name on her left shoulder. “Clairice, your next” Sheila says. Ben calls over to Viki's house and invites her to the mansion for the weekend. He then calls Crystal and Martha's houses and tells them to be over at the mansion for the weekend. He then calls Kiki, Kali and Mami and tells them they are going to get trained in the morning along with Nadine and Sophia. Ben then takes Nadia into his arms, “Are you ready my love?”. “Master, I am always ready for you. I love you” She tells him as she kisses him and then moves down his body showing him with kisses, she then reaches his groin and kisses the head of BIG FELLA. She licks around the head and then in one stroke pushes BIG FELLA down her throat. She works on BIG FELLA for about fifteen minutes trying to get him hard. When he is finally hard, Ben pulls her over and puts her on her back with her legs over head. He then pushes BIG FELLA into her warm pussy and starts stroking her long and deep. “OH, MASTER, BEN GIVE IT TOO ME. Pump your will SLAVES PUSSY. There you go pump it. OH GOD I AM CUMMING” Nadia screams as Ben hammers her relentlessly for two hours and then pushes through her cervix. “Nadia, sweetie, are you ready for your load” Ben says to her almost out of breath. “Yes my love give it too me. I am fertile. Give me a baby” is her response as he starts cumming and he cums hard having taken his supplements before his session with Nadia. It takes him fifteen minutes before he stops cuming inside of her womb. He exits her womb and Nadine comes over and cleans off BIG FELLA. Nadia passes out, as Ben goes to sleep with the humming of Sheila's tattooing needle. He has Jolene and her sisters next to him. The next morning Ben wakes up with a soreness, he looks down on his chest and it is tattooed. He goes to the bathroom and looks in the mirror. The tattoo reads “Ben Barnes – A fucking GOD” with a man on a throne. He shakes he head and wonders which one had that idea? He finishes his business in the bathroom and goes back out to the living room, Sheila is gone, she probably thought she going to be in trouble. His lovers are still asleep on the air mattress he looks down and sees Jolene cuddling with her sisters Janice and Josie, Nadia has Nadine on one side and Claire and Clairice on the other side. He goes upstairs and finds Becky, Laurie, Abigail, and Mandy sleeping in the Master bedroom he goes and takes his pills and puts his cock ring on. For the first time in a long while he has to stroke BIG FELLA to get him hard. He is stroking him as he goes back downstairs. He is hard when he puts Nadine on her stomach with her butt in the air. He then licks her slit and puts lube on BIG FELLA and then pushes deep inside of her which elicits a loud moan. “OH, Master that is one hell of a way to wake up in the morning” Nadine says. “Baby, it is time for your training and to make you pregnant” Ben tells her as he begins to push BIG FELLA deeper, harder and faster into her young twelve year old pussy. Ben thinks to himself he has made love to this girl at least a dozen times and her pussy is still so tight. He then feels Nadine start to squeeze on BIG FELLA. She has learned how to use her PC muscles to contract on him. He then starts to jackhammer her. He fucks her for a good hour before pushing past her cervix and dumping a huge load inside of her. He pulls out and tells her “One down, nine to go my sweet little dove. Who taught you how to use your PC muscles?” “Master, Mistress Becky has been instructing us from a book she bought from the adult bookstore. Did you like it?” Nadine asks as Ben gets up to get a drink. “Yes my love it was great. Do you want some just?”. “Please, Master” Becky walks downstairs and kisses her husband. “Becky, whose idea was this?” Ben asks her. “Honey it was one of your lovers. We all think of you as a god, that is “A FUCKING GOD”. “So which one of you had this put on me? Tell me” Ben says. “It was Laurie's idea. Don't be upset. She loves you and wanted this on you to remind you of how much we love you and respect you”. “I am not upset, I wish she would have asked me before having Sheila tattoo me while I slept. How did she get it on straight” Ben asks. “We held you down”. “You girls are sneaky little devils” Ben says as Laurie comes into the living room. “So started without the rest of us, Master. I could hear Nadine all the way upstairs” Laurie says. She comes over and kisses her husband. “I love you honey, love that new tattoo. You god you” Abigail and Mandy follow her they both kiss their Master and then kneel before BIG FELLA and take turns sucking and licking on him. “Need to get you up for the next round BIG FELLA. You got a long week ahead of you. Five beautiful girls want every ounce of you inside of them” Mandy says. Kiki, Kali and Mami come in “Master, we are not on birth control and Becky has put us on fertility drugs. So you are going to get us pregnant also. We probably won't get the massage parlor started for another year so we might as well get started on having children” Kiki says as her friends shake their heads in agreement. “OH, Shit does all my women want to get pregnant?” Ben ask rhetorically. “Hell yes, we all do. Well I don't right now but I in two years yes. But the rest of your girls all want to get pregnant and give you children. Most want to give you at least five or six. Becky wants to give you at least ten. How about you Nadia, Nadine?” Laurie asks Ben is erect and pushes back inside of Nadine “I think I am up for at least fifteen births, I hope to have twins a couple of times” Nadine says, “I want to have at least five more children, Laurie. I never wanted Nadine to be an only child. Now we will be pregnant together and raise our children together with our best friends. It is going to be a little strange holding my son or daughter along with my grandson or granddaughter, but I will get use to that” While they talk Ben continues to pound on Nadine. He fucks her for and hour and then comes in her womb. He does her eight more times that day before taking a nap. “Nadine, that was the shortest time I have ever trained a pussy. Just under twelve hours. You have one fine pussy, I want all my girls to exercise their PC muscles”. He sleeps for about four hours and is awoken by Sophia sucking on BIG FELLA. “Time to get up BIG FELLA, time to train my pussy”. Becky comes in and gives him his pills and twelve supplements. BIG FELLA is erect and ready, as Sophia straddles her Master. “Let me ride the first one my love” she tells him as she starts to grind on BIG FELLA. “Master, thank you for saving me from my nightmare ordeal with my father. I hate him for prostituting me to pay the bills because he was too lazy to get a job” Sophia says. “Sophia, my love, I love you with all my heart. I am going to take care of you. You are loved and will be loved for the rest of your life. Our children are going to grow up to be strong and independent. They will have the best of everything”. Ben rolls her over and then in one hard thrust pushes past her cervix and into her womb. He pounds her womb a very long time and finally cums hard. He doesn't exits her pussy he just keeps stroking her pussy until he is hard again and then goes to town again. “OH GOD YOU ARE AMAZING” Sophia yells. “Master, I am not on birth control. If you get me pregnant you get me pregnant. I am not going to take birth control ever again”. “OK, sweetheart, we will roll the dice” Ben says. “Roll the dice, I am a winner no matter what. I get pregnant I am happy, I am getting the ever living shit fucked out of me by the man I love. I am a winner no matter what” Sophia says as she starts to cum. “Master, we are all so lucky to have you in our lives. We love you and care for you” Nadia says as Julia, Emily and Joe come in. “Joe, I told you to stay beside your mistress at all times” Ben yells at him as he continues to pound Sophia. “Sorry, Master I fell asleep by the pool and just got up. I am so sorry that will not happen again” Joe says as he still has his collar on, he gives Becky his leash. “Mistress Becky, Please forgive my transgression” Joe asks with a tear in his eye. “It is OK, Joe. Don't let it happen again. Let me show you where the Master bedroom is and where you will be sleeping. I think we should get you a large dog bed to sleep in by the foot of the bed, what do you think Ben?” Becky says. “That sounds like a wonderful idea” Ben says. Ben continues to pound on Sophia and finally cums in her womb. After he is finished he exits her pussy and goes takes a dip in the pool to revive himself. He comes back in about fifteen minutes and tells Becky, Laurie and Nadia to join him with Sophia. He puts Sophia on her hands and knees. “Nadia get under Sophia and start sucking on her clit. Becky and Laurie suck on her breasts as Julia sucks on BIG FELLA and gets him hard” Ben tells his girls almost immediately Sophia starts to cum. When BIG FELLA is hard Ben pushes his cock deep inside of Sophia's sopping wet pussy. He fucks her with long deep strokes, he hits her cervix with every stroke as Nadia sucks on her clit and Becky and Laurie suck on her nipples squeezing her ample breasts. He fucks her like this for an hour before pushing through her cervix again and start pounding her womb again. He dumps his third load inside of her womb. He continues this assault on her pussy another seven times. The ladies switch around after every other turn. When Ben is done Sophia tells her lover “Thanks for training my pussy, I love you” and then passes out. Ben then goes takes a shower and then goes to bed in his bed with Becky, Laurie and his bed slaves after taking his pills. He wakes up ten hours later and starts over with Kiki. Ben fucks Kiki, Kali and Mami the same way as he did Sophia. He takes a day to fuck each one ten times. He then, after taking a day off, gets Nadine on her hands and knees and pushes BIG FELLA inside her anal ring. She lets out a loud scream as he stretches her ass out. Ben pumps her little ass long and hard for about forty-five minutes each time. When he is ready to cum he pulls out of her little ass and pushes deep inside her womb and lets his load go there. He does this ten times and then takes a nap. He does the same thing with the rest of his trainees. After he completes their training each of them kiss their lover and tell him “Thank you for training my ass, Master. It is yours whenever you want it”. After he finishes with the last slave he goes to sleep with all of them cuddling with him. He is awoken by Sophia sucking on BIG FELLA. She makes him cum and then tells Ben “It is time to start my oral training”. She has talked to Renee and Sarah they have given the new girls their trick on how to make Ben come fast. She makes her Master cum hard every thirty minutes. After ten hours it is Nadine takes her turn. Every three to four hours either Becky or Laurie comes in and brings him his pills and supplements with a snack to keep up his strength. “Becky, I like this. They get me off faster this way. They still deep throat BIG FELLA, but it does not take forever like it did before” Ben says to her as he looks down at Nadine sucking on BIG FELLA. “What a beautiful sight, sweet little Nadine sucking on BIG FELLA” Becky says. This continues until all his trainees are done with their training. Becky has already called Sheila and she arrive while Mami is still completing her training. “Sheila, I want a flock of doves on Nadine's back, she needs all of her tattoos as does Sophia, Kiki, Kali and Mami when she is done. When you are done with tattooing them I need to talk to you in the den” Ben tells her. When Mami is done with her training, Ben gives her a soda to wash down his seed and then kisses her and tells her that she did good. Ben then goes into the den. When he arrives in the den he calls his military supply person and asks him, “Hey I was wondering if you had those RFID chips ready yet? You know the ones that can track a person worldwide through a GPS location device”. “Ben, Yes we have them for our exclusive clientele like yourself. They are expensive, the chips cost 5k each and the GPS system is 25k with hand held units going for 10k” the supplier states. “I need a hundred chips, instructions for my doctor to surgically implanting them, one GPS system and three hand held units. How soon can I get them?” Ben asks “That is 555 thousand dollars and can be ready in three months, Mr. Barnes” the supplier tells Ben. “Make it in thirty days and I will give you a 45k bonus, if you are later than ninety days I will subtract 10k each day. I will have a contract on your desk tomorrow” Ben says. “I will have them to you in a month, Mr Barnes. Anything else I can get you?” the supplier asks. “I will need some weapons in the September time frame. I will get back to you on this” Ben tells him. Ben then calls Jamal and talks to him about stepping up the hiring of the security force for his new mansion. He tells him he is going to start the hiring in July. He is looking for at twenty five female guards for his women, and seventy five to patrol the grounds. He is going to put an ad in the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, LA Times and Miami Herald. He is also going to put it on the Monster and LinkedIn. He is going to town tomorrow and getting a mailbox and giving him the key to go through the applications. He asks if he is available to meet tomorrow, Jamal tells him he is at his disposal. Ben tells him to meet at Antonio's at 1 the next day. Ben goes and gets something to eat and drink. While he is doing that he walks by and looks in on the tattooing. He gets Becky and takes her into the den. “Becky, I am starting to hire security for our new Mansion and grounds. I intend to hire twenty-five female guards to escort my ladies. Their are guard stations being built around the compound and at the front gate. In total we are going to have a hundred guards patrolling the grounds. I am going to check on the construction tomorrow morning and then I have a meeting with Jamal. I love our new additions, Jolene and her sisters. I think they are going to make excellent slaves. What do you think?” Ben asks her. “I think they are quite lovely and very willing to please. They really need to be cared for, they have been neglected for so long. I thought I hated my father, but they really despise theirs. What are you going to do with Sheila?” Becky asks. “I think she should be punished for giving me this tattoo on my chest without my consent” Ben tells her. “What did you have in mind?” Becky asks. “I was thinking about fucking her brains in. It has been a while since I tattooed her ass” Ben tells her in response. Ben then goes takes a shower and gets cleaned up. When the last slave trainee is tattooed Sheila comes into the den and asks “Ben how can I help you?” “Did you give me this tattoo on my chest?” Ben asks. “Yes, I did. Laurie requested it and she told me she discussed it with you before hand” Sheila responds to his question. “I never approved it and did not want it. I think you need to be punished. Get over here and take off your clothes and bend over the table. She does and does not know what is coming next. Ben has his cock ring on and has his lovely wife get him hard. He then walks behind Sheila and pushes BIG FELLA deep inside of her ass. “Sheila, I am going to pound your ass”. He precedes to fuck her hard “Oh, Master please punish me I have been a very bad girl. FUCK MY ASS!!!!” Sheila says. Ben pounds her ass for three hours and takes BIG FELLA out of her ass and then tells her to swallow his load. “Yes, Master, my love” Sheila tells him and starts to suck on BIG FELLA. Ben cums down her throat. Sheila gets up and thanks him for punishing her. She kisses him goodnight and then Becky. After the training of Kiki, Kali, Mami, Sophia and Nadine is completed Ben takes the girls to his room and sleeps with them. He tells them that they are loved and that he can only be married to Becky, but he loves each one as his wife. He give each one an engagement ring and then gives each one a wedding band. Ben tells each one “I will love, honor and cherish you until I die. You are now mine for all eternity”. They all go to sleep with their new husband, the kiss him goodnight and each other good night. They sleep for twelve long restful hours. ******** Confrontation with Fred ******** Ben is awoken his usual way, with a soft pairs of lips on BIG FELLA and his girls are sucking on BIG FELLA as other are kissing him on his chest and lips. “I love you Master” each one tells him as they look at him in his eyes. After he has cum, which is in Sophia's mouth, they all go and take a shower together. Becky comes in and informs Ben that Fred was spotted back in town. Ben tells her to get everybody cleaned up and dressed. He is going to the den to make calls, he is going to call his lawyer and his friend who is a notary public so that he can witness the documents that are going to be signed by Fred. He then is going to call Fred. Two hours later the Ben's lawyer comes in, Erin, Ben introduces her to Becky and Laurie and then the rest of the girls. Becky notices the Queen of Spades tattoo on the back of her neck and shakes her head. Erin rubbing Ben's crotch “Ben, it has been to long since I had some of this. Do I have time to give you a blow job?” “Erin, you have to ask my wife Becky's permission” Ben tells her. Erin looks at her pleading with her eyes. “You do have a clean certificate on you right?”. “NO, I don't. I have not had sex since the last time I had Ben” Erin tells her. “Damn, that was over three years ago” Ben says. “Way to long, Once you have had Mr. Ben Barnes every other man pales in comparison” Erin says. “OK, you can give him a blowjob. But I need you to get a certificate from Dr. Reynolds” Becky tells her, “I need to protect the family”. “OK” Erin says as she kneels down and unzips Ben's pants and unleashes Ben's massive cock. “Damn, Master when did you get this tattoo? And who named you wonderful cock BIG FELLA” Erin asks as she takes BIG FELLA into her mouth. “Oh, last summer and my lovely wife coined that phrase and had it tattooed on my cock” Ben says as Erin gives the thumbs up. She sucks him long and hard and after a half hour Ben cums down her throat. “Master, I need to have him on a regular basis, I am thirty-three now and am not getting any younger. I want to have children, your child seeing as though I want no other man in me. We can talk about this after we get done with this Fred character. Where are his daughter's?” Erin asks. “They are sitting right there” Ben says pointing to them on the couch. “They are all my slaves, Fred is going to give them to me one way or another”. “Erin, we are never going to live with him again. Ben is our family now, we live here from now on. He will sign us over. Ben has information on him that is incriminating to him, if that fails I will beat the crap out of him” Jolene tells her as her sisters nod in agreement. “You had sex with all these pretty girls already, Ben?” Erin asks. Before she can answer they all turn around and lift their shirts and show Erin their “Property of Ben Barnes” tattoos on their backs. “Yes, I have popped their cherries, in their vagina's at least. I also have trained Jolene fully and she is pregnant with my child” Ben tells her. “I am not giving them up. I will kill Fred first”. “Master, it will not come to that” Erin reassures him as Gary comes into the room. “Erin you remember Gary right? Girls this is my friend Gary, Gary these are my newest girls Jolene, Josie, Janice, Claire and Clairice”. They hear a knock on the door and it is Fred. Fred is escorted into the room. He sees his daughter's and asks “Mr. Barnes, What are my daughter's doing in your house?”. “Well Fred, you left them by themselves for over five weeks. Jolene brought them here and they have been staying here ever since. You have not called to check on them in all that time. I have papers here for you to sign custody of them over to me. I will take care of them from now on” Ben tells Fred. “Do you really think I am going to let you take my daughter's away from me?” Fred says. “Fred, this is my lawyer. I have not call child protective services yet, because I do not want to cause my girls anymore trauma than necessary. Sign these papers and let's be done with this matter and you can go back to chasing those women and gambling your car dealership away” Ben tells him. “Fred, sign the fucking papers. We are not going back to that house with you. We live here. This is our home and our family now. Sign the papers and let us go, you don't love us anymore now that mom died. Be done with it. We are happy now, we have family around us that love us and care for us. We have food now and do not have to fend for ourselves. Sign the papers now” Jolene says. “You girls all want this?” Fred says with a tear in his eye. He signs the five documents that give custody to Ben. “Just so you don't come back and try anything. I know that you are in financial trouble and are about to loose the Ford dealership. If you come back at us I will use that information to send you to prison. If that does not deter you watch this. These are friends of mine who took care of a little issue I had with one of my girls captors” Ben says as he plays the video of Renee's rescue. “I take care of my family. If you cause me or my girls any trouble whatsoever, I will have you exterminated with prejudice. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Mr. Barnes!” Fred says in response. “Oh, By the way, I am Ben's lover and am going to have his child” Jolene says. “We all are his lovers and we all are going to have his children, many many children. Remember if you cause us any problems our Master will kill you. I told him he should kill you after you sign the custody documents, but he said he will let you live with your disgrace” Josie says. “I never want to see you again, Fred” Claire says and they all agree “Goodbye, asshole”. Ben escorts Fred out the front door. He tells him he will take care of them. Fred drives off and Ben comes back into the room. Gary notarizes each document. Jolene asks Ben “Can we show Gary our appreciation?”. “What did you have in mind?” is Ben's reply. “A blowjob from each of us” “You are clean right Gary?” Ben asks and he produces a clean HIV/STD certificate. “I knew I was coming over here so I had the doctor check me out”. “GO for it girls” Ben says as he goes talks to Erin with the documents in his hand. “Damn, it must be true what the say about black men. They are all hung” Josie says as they check out Gary's 12” cock. They all give him a blowjob. Gary bust a nut five times before he leaves. “Ben, I have never busted a nut five times in such a short amount of time, thank you girls” Gary says. “Well you need to rest up. Girls would you like to have sex with Gary this weekend to really show him your appreciation?” “Hell yes” they all say. “Gary, you have to wear a rubber when fucking their pussies” Ben tells him. “I remember the rules, no coming in their pussies” Gary says. Ben then goes into the den and calls his private detective and has him tail Fred. He also calls Sally and Paula and tells them to keep a lookout for Fred. Finally he calls the DA and asks her to keep him informed if she hears anything about Fred creating any complaints about the family. DA “Ben, you need to come to my office tomorrow”. Ben “OK around noon is fine with you”. “Yes, Ben” The next day Ben and Becky go see the District Attorney at her private office. They go in and Ben says “Good Afternoon, Miss District Attorney. Allow me to introduce my lovely wife Becky” “Good Afternoon, Becky” Charlotte says as she comes over and kneels in front of Ben. “Master, I need some of this” she says rubbing on his crotch. Ben looks at Becky and she says “I know she is your slave. I have seen her tattoo on the back of her neck. Go for it”. Charlotte unzips Ben's zipper and unleashes BIG FELLA. She looks up at Ben then Becky and asks “You gave him this name? It is very appropriate”. Becky tells her she did as she witnesses the DA worshiping Ben. After about thirty minutes Ben erupts down her long throat. “Master, it has been way too long since I have had him. What is going on with this Fred character?” Charlotte says as she gets up and goes and sits down behind her desk. “His daughter's have become my slaves, he had abandon them for the last three years. I have documents here that prove that and also some other incriminating things. I just need to protect my women and my new slave girls. Would you like to come over and meet them?” Ben asks “Yes, I would. Becky, if you would allow me. I would love if my master would make love to me while I am there” Charlotte asks. “Before you can have sex with my husband you need to have a clean HIV/STD certificate from our Doctor. I can call him and see if he can check you out today?” Becky tells her. “Please do so, I will call around and make sure my contacts know about this guy Fred. Ben do you have your people on him?” Charlotte asks him as Becky calls the Doctor. “Yes, I do. I wanted you to be aware of him also. Sally and Paula are on the lookout and I have a PI checking him out” Ben tells Charlotte. “Charlotte, Doc can see you in an hour, can you make that?” Becky informs her. “Yes, I can. I will come over with my clean certificate afterward”. “Please stay for dinner, Charlotte” Becky asks her. She agrees and they depart. I feel a lot more secure knowing that Charlotte has our back on this Becky” Ben tells her. “As long as you put her on her back and pound the crap out of her”. Ben calls his guy from the State Department about the passports for Jolene and her sisters and he tells him to FedEx over to him their paperwork and he will get them out within a week. Ben thanks him and his friend congratulates him on his marriage and his son. “Becky we need to take the Jolene and her sisters to Abigail's store and get their passport pictures taken. Call them and have them get ready after our meeting with Jamal” Ben tells her. Ben and Becky meet with Jamal and they discuss the hiring of the security guards. Ben tells him he prefers ex-military. He tells Jamal about the security clearance requirements, and that he will run the ad by him tomorrow. The eat lunch and discuss the details. They say their goodbyes and Ben takes Becky on a tour of the new mansion and property. She sees the security fencing going up and the guard houses. She notices the barbed wire fencing that is being installed around the premises with a secondary fence that will be electrified by solar panels. They then meet up with Ken who is monitoring the construction of the mansion. “How is it going Ken?” Ben asks. “Hey Ben, Becky. It is going great. Everything is under roof, sheet rock is going up, floors are going down. We are going to need the interior decorators involved soon. You are going to need to pick out your bedroom furniture, and other furniture soon” Ken tells him. “I plan on going and ordering the sofas, recliners tomorrow. I think forty recliners will fit in the theater room. I am looking into leather couches for the living room. Plush couches for the family room. Becky you, Laurie, Tiffani and Janet are coming with me tomorrow to go shopping for furniture in Birmingham. I want to get a custom bed for the master bedroom, a double California King Size Bed. I am thinking about a trip to North Carolina when we get back from the Cayman Islands” Ben says. “Mmm, that sound great. You know I love to shop, Ben” Becky says to them. “I don't know a woman that doesn't like to shop” Ken says. “Yeah, yeah yeah”. They put on their hard hats and tour the rooms. “So are we still on schedule for moving in September?” Ben asks. “If not sooner, do you have the interior decorators picked out yet?” Ken asks. “No, put I will do some research tonight and checkout the ones in Birmingham while we are there shopping”. They leave the house and go back to the other mansion. They collect Jolene and girls and head to Abigail's store. They get their pictures taken and head back to the house. Ben calls around and sets appointments with three interior decorator firms in Birmingham. The next day Ben gets the crew going early and they head to Birmingham they go to the first appointment and show them the plans. They are excited to work on it, Ben tells them they have a month to come up with proposal with costs. He tells them that he will send over the plans. They go to the furniture stores that are close to the office and Becky and ladies see a nice leather couch set with end tables. They pick out three plush couches and three love seats with ottomans. They then go to the recliner store and they pick nice leather lazy boy recliners. The manager asks are they serious that they want fifty. Ben says yes and that he wants a volume discount. He tells him he wants them delivered the Tuesday after Labor Day. They go to the mattresses store and pick out king size beds, nice ones. Ben tells them that they want 75 of them. He also picks out a California king size bed and orders two of them. And tells the owner he wants them delivered the Tuesday after Labor Day. They go to the next appointment and like what they hear and tell them what they told the first firm. They agree and he tells them he will send over a copy of the plans. They go to the furniture stores next to that office and pick out couches for the other rooms. They then go eat and head to the final appointment. And tell them the same thing as the first two interior decorator firms. They head back home and stop by Kinko's and have their plans copied and shipped to the three firms and one back to the house. The next couple of days they get ready for their cruise. When the passports come in everybody is ready for the cruise. The girls from Tuscaloosa arrive. Emily has been busy with the slaves in the mansion. She has most of the girls hair removed permanently from their groins, underarms and legs. They will get the others when they get back from the week long cruise. ******** Cruise Trip with the Family ******** The family drive to Birmingham and take a commercial flight to Miami. The next day they get on their cruise ship. Ben has booked the whole deck, he has security guards and each entrance to the deck. Becky looks at Ben and tells him “Of course this is the best rooms”. “Nothing but the best for my ladies, Girls you will notice the security guards at each entrance to the deck. They will keep prying eyes out. That does not mean you can run around naked while on our deck. Please keep your clothes on. He give each of his girls a drink card and a key to their rooms. They go and get into their bathing suits to go out to the pool area. Ben and his ladies are turning heads. Multiple pregnant women, young girls and all those tattoos. Of course, Ben has his security detail stationed in optimal position. A couple of teenagers come up and talk to Reanna,Rachel, Carly, Elfie and some of the other girls. Renee has her eye on her girls. They go swim with their new friends. A girl asks Reanna “Who is Ben, Reanna?”. “You see that handsome black man their with all those muscles?” Reanna asks, “Yes, the one with that HUGE bulge in his swimsuit”. “Yes, we are his girls and you see the lady staring at us. That is my protective mother”. “He is gorgeous, I would fuck him every second of the day if I had the chance” Tiff says. “Yes he is very beautiful, where do you live Tiff?” Reanna says. “I am here with my mother, and my sister Nicole. Our grandmother gave us this trip to take our mind off of my father dying” Tiff says as they get out of the pool together. Reanna introduces Tiff to her mother “Mom, this is Tiffani. She is here with her mother and sister. I am going to take her over to meet Ben”. “OK, Baby. Be careful” Renee says as they go over and she introduces Tiffani to Ben and Becky. “Hello, Tiffani. I am Ben Barnes and this is my lovely wife Becky, Reanna's cousin” Ben shakes her hand. Tiff is blushing and looking right at BIG FELLA stretching out his swim trunks. “It is nice to meet you also, Mr. Barnes” She says looking up to his eyes. “Tiffani, that is my mom's name” Becky says as she motions to her mother. Tiffani comes over and introduces herself. “This is my sister Daniella Ashley she is going to join us in July. I can't wait to hold my sister” Becky tells Tiff. “Where is your mother, Tiff?” Tiffani asks “She is over there with my sister Nicole, you want to meet them” she asks her. Tiffani, Becky and Reanna go and meet her mother and sister. They invite them over to meet Ben. “Ben, this is Tiff's mother Sandra and her sister Nicole. Ladies this is my husband” Becky says to them. Both Sandra and Nicole are staring at BIG FELLA as they shake Ben's hand. “It is nice to meet you Ben” Sandra says as she shakes Nicole out of her trance. “Nice to meet you also”. The girls goes to the pool leaving Ben there. Becky leans over and kisses her husband. “I think you left an impression on them”. Ben shakes his head. Becky gets into the pool with the other ladies and Sandra comes over to her “Becky, Ben is your husband? He is really handsome”. “Well thank you, Sandra, I think he is the most beautiful person I have ever met. I am deeply in love with him”. “Becky, was that his penis stretching out his bathing suit?” Nicole asks. “Nicole, what type of question is that?” Sandra looks at her embarrassed at her daughter's questions. “Yes, that was. He is a well endowed” Becky tells Nicole. They swim around and enjoy the morning in the pool. Ben comes over and asks “Ladies would you join me for lunch?” Sandra “We don't want to impose”. Ben “Becky and Tiffani seem to be enjoying your company I would be more than happy for you and your daughter to join us”. They go and eat lunch after Ben has put on some shorts. Ben “Sandra, I would like you to join us tomorrow when we go out scuba diving. Would you girls like that?”. Nicole “I would love to go scuba diving”. Sandra “No we can't do that, we have plans” Ben “That is fine”. They leave after lunch and Becky hears Sandra tell Nicole that they do not have the money to go scuba diving. When she is alone with Ben, Becky discusses what she heard with Ben. “Honey, I think Sandra could not afford to go with us that is why she said no. I like her and her daughter's, I want to go over there and tell them it is on us”. Ben “Don't be pushy on her. She has her pride. Let me go with you, you have their cabin number right” Becky “Yes, they are five decks below”. They leave and go to Sandra's room and knock on the door. Nicole answers the door, “Hello, Nicole is your mother here?” Ben asks. “Yes come in” The room has two beds, it is so small Becky's closet at home is bigger. “Sandra, I would love it if you and your girls would join us tomorrow. It is my treat. Please tell me you will accept” Becky says “I really enjoy spending time with your daughter's” “Becky, we cannot afford it” Sandra says “We can barely afford to get anything to drink”. “Sandra, I will pay for it. It is no problem. I insist, you and your girls will love scuba diving. Please join us tonight for dinner and drink” Ben tells her. “Which dinning room are you going to eat dinner in?” Sandra asks. “My family is having dinner with the Captain tonight, Please join us” Ben says. “It will be fun. We can go dancing afterward” Becky tells her. “Please mom, lets go have dinner with them tonight” Nicole says and Tiffani pleads with her. “Girls we have nothing to wear at the captains table” Sandra says. “Ladies come with me. Now” Ben says as they leave. They go back to their deck. Ben has Sandra by the arm as he tells the security guard “Sandra and her girls here are allowed on my deck”. “Yes sir, Mr Barnes!”. “You rented the whole deck?” Sandra asks. “Yes I did. All these people are my family members. I love them all. They all live with me in Alabama, well some of them right now. We are going to move into our new mansion in September, these four months are going to drag on. Let's see what size are you girls, Becky help me out” Becky looks at Sandra, “She is the same size a Crystal, we have plenty of clothes that you can try on. Lets see what looks good on you girls” Becky, Sandra and her two daughter's check out what they can fit into for the dinner tonight. They pick out three nice dresses and Becky tells Ben “We are going to the hair dressers to get our hair done”. “OK, charge it to our account Becky. Take all the girls that want to go. Be back by 6 to get dressed for dinner. When they come back they all look stunning. Ben knows his ladies are going to turn heads. They get dressed, his ladies are all dressed elegantly, most with plunging necklines, some with backless dresses. Ben is dressed in his finest Italian suit. They stroll into the luxurious dinning hall, Ben with Becky on one arm and Laurie on his other followed closely by Sandra, Tiffani, Tiff and Nicole. Behind them are the rest of his crew, all of his slaves with Bill, Antonio, and Ken with Carol. The whole dinning room turns around and watches Ben with his ladies. Ben pulls out a chair for Becky then Laurie followed by his guest Sandra, Nicole and Tiff. Ben and the Captain start to talk. “So Mr. Barnes how do you like my little ship?”. “Yes it is a very nice ship. Our deck is very luxurious and plush. Would you not agree, my lovely wife? Captain this is the love of my life. My true north. Becky” Ben says. “Yes it is very nice ship Captain” Becky says. “Thank you Mrs. Barnes. Mr. Barnes you and your ladies sure do beautify this dinning room. Now I know why you requested the added security”. “Captain, I would like to introduce you to my friends Sandra, and her two lovely daughter's Nicole and Tiff. I would be very appreciative if you could upgrade their cabin to something on a deck one below my level” Ben says. “Sandra, Nicole, Tiff it is nice to meet you. Mr. Barnes I will have my people get right on that” the Captain says as he puts up his hand and one of the employees comes by and the captain talks to him and then the Captain asks Sandra her room number. She tells him and he requests her keys. They will move you while we are at dinner. They eat what Sandra said was the finest meal she had ever ate. For appetizers they had seafood bisque, shrimp, and clams casino. They ate lobster, cracked crab and filet mignon for an entree. For dessert they had baked alaska. They drank champagne and toasted to a great cruise. After dinner they went to go dancing, Ben danced with all of his ladies. Bill, Ken and Antonio also danced with the ladies. The Captain came up to Sandra and asked for a dance. The whole ship staff looked on as they danced. For them they have never seen the Captain dance with a passenger before. He danced with Sandra then Becky and finally Laurie. He excused himself after giving Sandra three keys to their separate rooms one floor below Ben's deck. They left a little past twelve, Ben escorted Sandra and her girls back to their new rooms. “This looks much better, don't you think?” Ben asks. “This is unbelievable Ben, how did you do this? Why did you do this?” Sandra asks as she looks at her suite. It is three times as big as her bedroom at home. The bathroom is huge. “My dear Sandra, Becky the love of my life likes you and wants to spend time with you and your daughter's. This just makes it easier. I will see you in the morning for breakfast. Goodnight” Ben kisses her on her hand and then leaves with Becky. They check on Nicole and Tiff. Nicole comes up to Ben and kisses him on his lips. “Becky, will you let me have some of this? I want your husband to take my virginity” “We will see” Becky says as Ben kisses her goodnight “See you in the morning”. They go next door to check on Tiff, they knock on the door and she lets them in. “Thank you for this Ben, Becky. This is a lot nicer room and I don't have to sleep with my sister or mother” She doesn't asks she just kneels in front of Ben unzips his pants and unleashes BIG FELLA. “Becky, I want to show Ben my appreciation” Tiff says as she licks and sucks on BIG FELLA. She then notices his tattoo. “Mmm, BIG FELLA. That is appropriate. You are so beautiful, big and strong” She continues her sucking and licking. Becky tells her to take him down her throat. “Tiff, when he reaches the back of your mouth swallow and keep swallowing until he enters your throat and pushes down your throat. Breathe through your nose. You can do it” Becky coaches her. She is bobbing up and down on BIG FELLA and she finally gets it past her gullet. She then takes it down to the base. She chicken heads BIG FELLA for about twenty minutes before Ben erupts down her throat. “Damn, that was great. You did good Tiff, but I think I owe you one. Becky make sure she doesn't scream to loudly” Ben tells her as he takes her dress off and her bra then her panties. He separates her legs and goes to town on her virgin pussy. He makes her cum by just working on the outer lips of her pussy. Ben then spreads her lips and starts to suck her pussy longer and harder. He sucks on her erect clit and causes her to orgasm and spasm. He then sticks his tongue deep inside of the virgin hole. He strokes her hymen for about ten minutes. “Ben, make love to me. Take my virginity. Please” Tiff says almost begging. BIG FELLA is erect and Ben pulls her legs over his shoulders and pushes BIG FELLA deep inside her with one push. She winces in pain as her maidenhood his taken. Ben then proceeds to make love to her. They have sex for about an hour before Ben pushes through her cervix and dumps his load inside of her. Ben kisses her and tells her that he will see her in a couple hours for breakfast. Ben and Becky then go to their suite. “That was nice, you really like that Tiff don't you Ben” Becky asks as she undresses and craws into bed with Laurie. “Yes, I do like her a lot, that was some sweet tight pussy. She is probably going to tell Nicole” Ben says. “I want to make love with you and Laurie when you take Nicole's virginity. She has a really nice figure. I never thought I would love having sex with women, but I do enjoy it” Becky says as she kisses Laurie. “I love you two” Laurie says as she kisses Ben and Becky, “Does BIG FELLA want to come out and play?”. Laurie then goes down on Ben while Becky sucks on her pussy and Ben sucks on Becky. “Girls, I love this three-way play” Ben says as Becky takes two BIG FELLA size dildos out and tells Ben “Stick this in my ass while you are eating my pussy, my love” and he does with a moan from her. Becky does the same with Laurie. They stay like this for an hour. They finally get to sleep and are awoken by Carly, Reanna, and Peggy. Ben sees Peggy and tells her “I need some virgin pussy for breakfast”. Carly, Reanna and Becky shake their heads as Peggy comes up and straddles her Master and lover and they go at it for about an hour and then go take a shower together. She has a small orgasm and a very large orgasm. While in the shower Peggy reminds her Master, “God, Ben I really love it when you suck my pussy. Will you stick it in my ass Please?” “Sure thing my sweet little Peggy. I love you with all my heart. When I take your cherry I am going to get you pregnant. I want you to have at least five little Peggy's so that Ben Junior can have some virgin pussies to suck on” Ben tells her as he begins to pump her little ass. “You are going to pop my cherry on my 13th birthday, my lover. I plan on taking fertility drugs six months in advance so that I am sure to get pregnant with your child” She turns around with BIG FELLA still inside of her and straddles his hips. “I love you with all my heart. I can't wait to meet my little sister and nephew. I love feeling my mom and sisters belly feeling your child moving and kicking in their bellies. I want to experience that for myself” Peggy says as she moves up and down on BIG FELLA. “Have they picked out names yet?” Ben asks. “Faith picked Vincent William for her son and mom picked Laticia Felicity for my baby sister. Do you like those names, Master?” Peggy says. Ben tells her yes as he starts to stroke her ass harder. Becky and Crystal come into the bathroom and Crystal says “Master, are you going to come to breakfast or pound Peggy's ass all day”. He turns off the water and tells Crystal “I would love to pound my little Peggy all day. I love this sweet little lady. Come over here my love” Crystal comes over to the shower and Ben rubs Crystal's pregnant belly “Hello Laticia Felicity, I can't wait to meet you. I love you my daughter, as I do your mother and aunts. Crystal I love that name Laticia”. He kisses her as Peggy bounces on BIG FELLA. “I love you too Ben Barnes, My Master and lover. I have never been happier in my life” Crystal says “You have made my whole family happy, we all love you”. Right then BIG FELLA erupts in Peggy's colon. “OH GOD, Mom, I love when our lover cums in my ass” Peggy says as she gets off of BIG FELLA and he exits her with a loud pop. “That is a wonderful sound, Peggy” Ben says as he leans over and kisses her. Peggy gets a enema and cleans out her ass as Ben exits the shower. Peggy cleans up and gets dressed again. They all go out and go to breakfast, they pick up Sandra, Nicole and Tiff on the way to the dinning facility. “Did you ladies have a good night sleep?” Ben asks as he takes Sandra and Nicole by the arm with Tiff next to them. “I did, Mr. Barnes. That was so generous of you last night” Tiff says and her mother agrees with her. Nicole looks at Tiff with a funny look, Tiff just smiles at her. When Nicole turns around she rubs her mound. Becky and Laurie take her and whisper in her ear “It gets better the more you have sex. You are pretty sore today?” Becky says. “Wait until he pops your anal cherry tonight” Laurie says with a smile. “I really enjoyed it last night, you think he would have sex with my mother also. She really needs it, I doubt she has had sex in the last seven years. Ever since my father got ill with cancer. I want BIG FELLA in my as much as I can get him” Tiff says. They arrive and go to the buffet and fill their plates. The men, of course, love all the meat. The women head for the fruit and crepes. The girls love the homemade omelets, Ben gets a lobster and crab omelet with cheese. Nicole and Tiff get the same thing. When they are done with breakfast they head out to go to the scuba diving place. Ben escorts his crew onto the boats, he has hired ten boats to take them out to the reef. The go over there lessons on how to operate and the safety precautions. Nicole asks Becky “Have you ever scuba dived before?” “Yes, on our honeymoon in October we went scuba diving in Hawaii” Becky says. “How was it? How was Hawaii? Was it as beautiful as the pictures you see?” Nicole says as Sandra shakes her head “Enough with the questions”. “It's OK, I loved scuba diving it was so beautiful down there”. Ben interrupts her “Not nearly as beautiful as you my darling little angel”, “Hawaii was more beautiful than you can imagine, maybe you will get a chance to go on your honeymoon”. Becky concludes. “Only if I find a “Fucking-GOD” like Ben Barnes” Nicole says referring to his tattoo on his chest. “Young lady is that anyway to talk. I am so sorry Ben for my daughter's comments” Sandra says. “That is OK, Sandra, she was just probably referring to my tattoo on my chest” Ben tells her. He shows Sandra his tattoo on his chest. Opposite the one with Becky's name in a heart. “Is that the only tattoos that you have on your body, Ben?” Tiff asks. “Only ones he can show in public” Laurie says. Tiff giggles as her mother and sister have no clue, yet, in what she is referring too. “I bought you guys these in town, they are underwater cameras that you can take pictures. They are digital and can hold up to 500 pictures. Have fun my friends” Ben tells them as he gives each lady their own camera. “Mr. Barnes, we will return these to you when we get back” Sandra says. “Nonsense, they are yours to keep” Ben says. “Ben I can't” she is interrupted by Ben as he comes over and kisses her on her lips. “Relax and enjoy our time together. I can afford it”. She is hot and horny now. They go diving and Sandra stays close to Ben. They are down see sharks and a whole rainbow of fish. Sandra's girls cannot get over how exciting and enjoyable it was. Tiff comes over and tells him thanks with a kiss on the lips and Nicole not to be out done kisses him also. Sandra says she is a little woozy and asks Ben to help her below. When they are below, Sandra drops to her knees and unleashes Ben's cock. “Mmm, you do have another tattoo. BIG FELLA that is very appropriate. Let me show my appreciation”. She sucks BIG FELLA down her throat and begins to bob her head up and down. She makes him cum in thirty minutes. She swallows every drop of his cum. “You obviously have been with Tiff already. Tonight is my turn, I have not had sex in eight years and am not going to pass up having this BIG FELLA stretch out all my holes” Sandra says as she leans over and sucks BIG FELLA again. Becky comes in and sees Sandra worshiping Ben. Sandra gets off BIG FELLA and apologies to Becky. “No apologies neccesarry, Sandra. I love sharing Ben. You see all the ladies with us are his. We are all his women. He loves and cares for us all. We are his, we all share his mark on our backs. We are all his property, and he is ours”. “You all share him?” Sandra says. “Oh, yes they do. And yes I took Tiff's virginity last night after she gave me a blowjob. It was a very good blowjob for being her first. Tonight I promised to pop her anal cherry”. “Only after you have fucked me unconscious. I don't mind you fucking both my girls. This is a once in a lifetime experience with this cock. I could fall in love with this inside of me” Sandra tells them. “I love Ben, not BIG FELLA. BIG FELLA is great, but Ben is so much more than that. I hope you can understand that, Sandra. He has help each of us in more ways than just in the sack” Becky tells her. Nicole comes through the door and looks just right at BIG FELLA. “I was wondering what was keeping you so long, Mom. I see what it was”. She strips and tells Ben as she takes BIG FELLA from her mother “I want this inside of me, right now” she strokes him hard and then spreads her legs, “Make me a woman, please make love to me.” Ben pushes an erect BIG FELLA into her virgin pussy, Nicole lets out a little scream as Ben breaks her hymen. He starts out slowly and then picks up his pace and begins to throttle her long and hard after about forty-five minutes he pushes through her cervix and pumps a load inside of her womb. “That was wonderful, Ben. Mom, I could get use to that” Nicole says. Laurie comes in and smiles at them and says that they are pulling in to the doc. They get dressed and go out onto the deck. Ben sees that the other boats are back already and the Captain comes down and says to Ben, “Mr. Barnes, it sounded like you were having fun so I delayed our arrival as long as I could”. “Thank you Captain, I was enjoying myself” Ben says looking at Nicole and then Sandra. They get off the boat and Ben thanks the Captains and tells them to add $500 tip to each of their bills. He then goes and shakes the hand of the Captain of his boat. He slips him $2000. He then gives each mate $300. “Thanks for a great time guys” Ben tells them. The mates all look and it is more money than they usually get as tips. “Thank you Mr. Barnes” the mates all say as he waves goodbye to them. He gets in the car with Sandra and Tiff in the back with Becky, Nicole and Laurie is sitting up front with the driver. “Mom, did you enjoy your time with Ben?” Tiff asks as they pull off. “Yes, I did. He is a very good man” Sandra says. “I think I love him, Tiff” Nicole says. “He is wonderful. Becky you are so lucky” Tiff says as she is stroking BIG FELLA through Ben's pants. Tiff leans over and kisses Ben and then whispers to him “I am yours, take me whenever you want” and squeezes his cock. Sandra slaps her daughter's hand, “That is enough of that”. Tiff removes her hand and Sandra unzips Ben's fly and springs BIG FELLA free. With one stroke she deep throats him and starts bobbing up and down on him. “Mom, share you friend there” She takes BIG FELLA out of her throat and before she can say anything Tiff is going down on BIG FELLA. Sandra asks Ben and Becky “Can we take BIG FELLA to my cabin and order dinner in? I think we need to spend some quality time with Ben. Show him our appreciation as a family. What do you think Nicole, Tiffani?” Tiff gives a thumbs up with BIG FELLA still down her throat. “I think that is a wonderful idea, Mom. I want to show my appreciation at least three or four times”. Sandra leans over and whispers in Ben's ear “We are not going to let you go until we have our fill of BIG FELLA, and you have filled us up. I am so horny for you”. “Sandra, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Do you mind if Laurie and Becky join us? It will kick it up another notch. I think Becky has the hots for Nicole” Ben says. Nicole looks into the back at Becky. Becky smiles at her and says “Have you ever been with another girl?” “No, I haven't. But as long as I get Ben and BIG FELLA again then I will be very happy”. The arrive back at the dock for the cruise ship and Ben makes sure everybody is back and accounted for. He tells his ladies that he will see them tomorrow. He then takes Sandra and her girls to his room, it is bigger, and tells them to undress. They all do, Sandra, Tiff, Nicole and Ben's wives. Ben comes over and kisses Sandra, “You are first, I am going to pound you until you loose consciousness. Becky get me my supplements and my cock ring” She does and puts the cock ring on BIG FELLA and then give him his pills. Tiff is quick and starts to suck on BIG FELLA getting him hard. Once he is hard he tells Sandra to get on her hands and knees. Ben then tells Becky to suck on her pussy while he pushes BIG FELLA into her. She tells Laurie and Nicole to suck on her breast. “What about me Ben?” Tiff says. “Baby I want you to suck on Laurie's pussy, after she cums three times I want you to do Nicole and get her to cum three times. Ben then pushes deep inside of a very wet pussy. They go to town on Sandra and after five minutes she starts to cum and cum hard. They continue this assault for a half and hour before she lifts her head as tells them “I have never cum that many times. I am on climax overload”. “Sandra, dear we have just begone to fuck. I think I have at least four hour in me” Ben tells her. “Oh, SHIT. You are a fucking god” Sandra says as they continue their sex session. When Ben finally pushes through her cervix and dumps his load inside her womb it has been five hours. Sandra looks over her shoulder and tells him “Ben, I am yours you can fuck me whenever you like. I have never had sex like that before”. Ben then pulls out and traps his load inside a now unconscious Sandra. “Ben, that was fucking awesome. I want you now. Can you go again?” Nicole says. “Remember, Ben you promised to pop my anal cherry” Tiff says. “Yes and Yes” is Ben's response. “Tiff you want BIG FELLA in your ass?” Nicole asks. “Nicole, I want all of Ben. I am his, no other man will ever have me. I belong to him. He might as well put a tattoo on my backside like all of his other women. Ben, be my Master, I give you my body to do with as you choose. I want to be your slave” Tiff tells everybody there. “My sweet Tiff” Ben says as he lines up Nicole to take it from behind. “I accept you as my slave. It is going to be a difficult relationship with you being in Atlanta”. Ben pushes deep inside of Nicole and starts to pound her. “You keep fucking us like this we will be pregnant in no time” Nicole says. “Girls, if you become pregnant with my child, do not do anything drastic like going to a doctor and getting it aborted. Call us and we will discuss the options” Ben says. “Master, I will get there information” Becky tells her husband. Ben pounds Nicole for two hours and twenty climaxes before he cums in her womb. He rolls off of her and rests for a minute before Tiff takes BIG FELLA into her mouth and starts to revive him. Once BIG FELLA is hard again Tiff takes it and straddles him. She then inserts BIG FELLA into her ass and presses down. “OH GOD, that is fucking tight” Tiff says as she bounces up and down. Ben is enjoying watching her tits bounce up and down as she is rocking back and forth on 16” of hard steel. When he is revived and has his strength back he rolls her over and starts pounding her ass. She yells “Ben I am yours, Master I love you. Pound my ass and put your beautiful seed in my womb”. He fucks her tight 14 year old ass for an hour before pushing a still erect BIG FELLA into her unsuspecting pussy and he pounds her pussy for thirty minutes before pushing past her cervix. “Tiff, you are mine” Ben tells her and starts cumming in her womb. He exits her cervix and falls asleep next to Tiff still engaged in her pussy. Tiff falls asleep as Nicole comes over and tells Ben “I am yours also, In the morning you are going to pop my anal cherry also. I want to be your slave. Right now I am going to make love to your wives”. Ben falls asleep with Tiff as the three girls go at it. He wakes the next morning covered with female bodies, his fourteen year old wife, his fifteen soon to be sixteen year old second wife, fourteen year old Tiff is still in his arms and Nicole has BIG FELLA in her mouth keeping him warm and wet. Sandra is on the floor still passed out and suddenly wakes up and gets up. “Ben, you really did fuck me unconscious. Damn you must of fucked me for at least four hours” Sandra says. “It was more like five. I am going to pop Nicole's anal cherry this morning, do you want to try it?” Ben asks. “Ben, you can do anything to me that you want. I want BIG FELLA inside me every night on this cruise. I am sure my daughter's want BIG FELLA also”. Sandra says. “Well, Sandra, they both vowed their love for me and want me to give them their “Property of Ben Barnes” tattoos on their backs” Ben tells her. “Mmm, that is not surprising. You probably fucked their brains in” Sandra says in response. “Mom, I love Ben. I am his. He is mine. I might have to wait until eighteen until I move in with him, but my body belongs to him. He can have it whenever he wants it, however he wants it. I am his slave just like his other ladies. I will move in with him in three and a half years” Tiff says. “We will see, I know I want BIG FELLA again. And it looks like your sister Nicole wants him also. NICOLE wake up” Sandra says. Nicole wakes up and takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth. Sandra takes over for her and gets him hard. And then starts to ride BIG FELLA. Becky wakes up and takes a shower with Tiff and Laurie and they make out for awhile. The get their robes on and call room service. When room service arrives it has on it three bottles of champagne and breakfast food on trays. Becky signs for it and the girls start to eat and drink the OJ. When Ben is finished with Sandra he joins them and pours the champagne. They toast Tiff and Nicole's decision to join the family. They five of them stay in the room till the next day at dinner when they all arrive at the dinning hall, Renee and Tiffani say that most of been some good loving. Sandra looks at them and says “Yes it was. We are going back for more after dinner”. She goes and sits down next to Ben. “I think she is hooked. I don't think it will be long before she is a permanent member of the family and moves in with us” Tiffani says. “She really seems to be enjoying Ben, I wouldn't know. I can just assume he is great in bed” Renee says. “The doctor said just a couple more weeks, than BIG FELLA is going to be inside of you too” Tiffani says. “I want him so bad, some days I feel like jumping his bones and raping him” Renee says. “Sis, you can't rape the willing”. They eat dinner and then head back to Ben and Becky's room and have at it again. Ben makes love to Sandra with Becky and Laurie. Then he makes love to Nicole again with Becky and Laurie, finally he does the same with Tiff. Ben then tells Sandra “It is time for me to pop your anal cherry”. “Yes Master, pound me my body is yours while we are on this ship. I have to get back to reality once we leave it” Sandra says. Ben pushes BIG FELLA past her anal ring and pushes hard into rectum “OH MY GOD, THAT HURTS” Sandra yells as Ben begins his assault on her ass. He pops in and out of her ass. “Relax, Sandra you will get use to it. I need to loosen you up” Ben tells her. “Do it, I am yours, put it to me” Sandra says almost incoherently as Ben starts to really pound on her ass. Sandra starts to cry and Ben leans over “Are you alright?”. “Yes, don't stop, don't stop keep it up”. Ben does and he pounds her ass. Her breast are swaying back and forth as Becky and Laurie come over and start sucking on them. To their shock she is starting to lactate they drink her milk and tell Nicole and Tiff to come over and try. Again this is almost too much for Sandra. She is on orgasm overload. She has been having an orgasm every five to ten minutes for the past hour. When Ben is ready to cum he pulls out of her ass, whips BIG FELLA clean and then shoves him deep into her womb and erupts in their. “Sandra, I hope I get you pregnant. You produce such beautiful children. If you become pregnant with my child call me and let me know before you do anything drastic” Ben whispers in her ear. They do Nicole the say way after they take Sandra to the couch and let her sleep there. She is exhausted, her stomach is bloated with Ben's seed. “Nicole, Tiffani. You are both mine. Your mother has reservations, she will have to come around before you can move in with me. You have to be on your own and an adult before you can legally move in without your parents permission. Know this, I love both of you. I want to see you guys again. Becky will give you our numbers and address in Alabama. We are only a short drive away from Atlanta” Ben tells them as they go to sleep. The next morning they all take showers and head to breakfast. Ben takes the family ashore on the next port of call and goes shopping. He takes Nicole and Tiff along with Sandra. Sandra tells him she can't afford this. “Sandra, Nicole and Tiffani are mine now. They belong to me, I will take care of this. You have to come around to this realization in your own time. There is a place for the three of you in our family. You just have to accept it” Ben tells her. They go shopping and Ben goes to the jewelry store while Becky takes the girls clothes shopping. He comes back with an engagement ring and wedding bands for both Nicole and Tiffani. When they are done shopping they all go back to the ship and get ready for dinner. After dinner, Ben Becky and Laurie take Sandra and her girls back to their rooms. Ben presents Tiffani with her engagement ring and tells her that he loves her and will always honor and cherish her. He tells her that she is his and that they will be together soon. Have faith he tells her. He then presents her with her wedding band. She proclaims “I am yours Ben Barnes”. He does the same with Nicole and they go and show Sandra. “Ben you are spoiling them” she says. “They are mine to spoil. I love them as much as I do my other ladies. There is enough love for you too” Ben says. Ben then takes Laurie and Becky back to their cabin and go to sleep without having sex for once. The next morning they all hang around the pool and Sandra comes over and thanks Ben for such a great trip. She kisses him and tells him “I am just not ready right now, Ben” She then kisses him again and whispers in his ear “I do love you, and love making love with you. I am just a little scared right now. I love you Ben Barnes you are so sweet. Give me time”. Ben whispers “You have all the time in the world. I love you too. The sex with you and my new slaves girls was great. Keep in touch with us”. With that they part for the last time. This is the last day of the cruise. Ben talks to his ladies and asks each one of them did they enjoy their cruise. To a person they all says not as much as he did. They all did enjoy themselves and the ship. Janet tells him “Master, we all know that we have to share you. You are too good of a man and a lover not to share you”. She kisses him and tells him that everybody is fine with how he spent his cruise. That he probably made Sandra's life. Helped her get over her husbands passing. The next day the depart the cruise ship and head back to the mansion. Ben takes a couple of days to relax and sees his girls off to college in Tuscaloosa. Kaitlin tells Ben “We are all transferring to UAB next semester. It is too difficult not being with the family. We love you and miss you too much to be without you. I hope you understand our decision”. Ben “Kaitlin, honey I love you and I support your decision to come back home. I missed you and your sisters while you were down there”. Ben kisses her and the rest of the crew going back to school. He has a tear in his eye and tells them “This is the last time we will depart like this. Thank God, I hate not having you all here with us. See you in two months”. After they leave Ben tours the construction site and gets an update on the progress. He sees that the fencing is going up around the property. The guard housing and guard station is coming along and will be ready on schedule in August. He talks to Jamal about the electrified fencing and the guard recruitment. He tells him that they are to secure the parameter at at all times. Jamal tells him that he will have interviewing setup by June and asks if Ben can rent an office for the interviewing and have Sheila be his secretary while they are doing the interviews. He tells him that is fine and will look into an office. He then goes and checks on the construction of the mansion. It is going well and on schedule to be able to move in by September first. Ben calls the Architect's office and asks if his plans for the school and office building are ready. They tell them they are and that the plans have been approved and permits should be ready by June. He tells the architect that he wants three copies of each plan delivered to the mansion for him and Ken to study. I want the construction to start immediately I will contact the current construction company and see if they want to bid on it. The next day he receives the plans and takes a copy to Ken and the company superintendent. He tells him to have his company write up a proposal for both, if they need to bring in partners than that is fine. He wants the school to be built by August of next year. And the office building to be built by April. Superintendent tells Ben that he will convey his wishes to the owners. Ben leaves with Ken and asks him when can he start putting in the appliances. He tells him to have them scheduled for last week of August. He tells him OK. “I have a surprise for you Ken” Ben tells him and gives him plans for his own house. It is a luxurious seven bedroom house with all the amenities, three car garage, nursery, large eat-in kitchen. Huge master bedroom with his and hers walk-in closets. Ben tells him that he has already talked to the construction company and they are waiting on him to OK the plans. They say you can be in by Christmas if you approve them this week. “Ben, this is too much. I am going to have to go over these with Carol. There are a lot of rooms” Ken says. “I am hoping you will get Carol pregnant finally. And this is not too much, you are my best friend and I want you close to me and my family. Go over it with Carol and tell me what she thinks”. The next day Carol comes to work with Ken and comes into the mansion. “Ben Barnes, you are too much” Carol says as she strips, knowing the rules. “You are way to generous to us, Ken I want to worship BIG FELLA” Carol says. “Go for it honey” Ken says. “I guess she likes the plans for your new house” Ben tells Ken as Carol deep throats her former Master's cock. “I think she does. We have been trying to have a child for a couple of months” Ken says “Go see Doctor Reynolds”. “We have. We are both on fertility drugs. I have never cum this much in my life” Ken says. “He has you on the supplements that I take, they really work” Ben says. “I couldn't of guessed that, look at all these pregnant women” Ken says. “The ones that aren't pregnant want to be” Ben says in response “You have such a terrible life my friend”. Ben erupts in Carol's throat pumping a huge load into her stomach. When he is done she takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth and tells him “I love you Ben Barnes, you are such a good friend” Becky and Laurie come in and see that Carol just serviced Ben. “I think turn around is fair play don't you Master? We should suck Ken off” Becky says to Ben. He nods in agreement and they start to suck on Ken's 14” love stick. “Ken is trying to get Carol pregnant Becky”. “Well when he is close he is going to have to put his load into her womb, get her wet Ben” Becky says as she continues to suck and lick on Ken's cock with Laurie. “Damn, you have a nice cock Ken” Laurie says. She turns her head when Carol starts screaming out an orgasm. “Ken, you are good at cunnilingus. But Ben is great at it” she says. “Well he has a lot more experience and practice at it”. Laurie takes over for Becky. When he is ready to cum he goes over to his wife and pushes deep inside her pussy and enters her womb and pumps his load inside of her. He cums for fifteen minutes as she continues to suck on BIG FELLA. “Damn, I got to get to work. We have deliveries I need to check on” Ken says as Becky comes over and tells him “Let me clean you off” and starts to suck him clean. Balls and all. “Ken, honey I am going to stay here today with Becky and Laurie. I will call the shop and tell them” Carol says. “OK, my love” Ken says as he zips up and leaves the mansion. “Master, I want BIG FELLA in my ass. I want to feel him inside of me” Carol says. “Becky, once Ben is your Master he is always your Master. I am going to try and get pregnant with Ken for another six months. If he doesn't get me pregnant will you consider impregnate me, my Master?” “OH SHIT, Carol I would love to fuck you in your lovely ass. As far as getting you pregnant, we will cross that bridge when we come to it. Ken will have to agree, I am not doing anything without my best friends consent” Ben tells her. “Ben, I would not do it behind Ken's back. I love him with all my heart. If you got me pregnant we would consider it our baby. Mine and Ken's not yours” Carol says. “I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you and Ken too much to do that to you. Do you like your new house? It can be ready by Christmas” Ben says. She then sucks BIG FELLA hard and gets on all fours. “Give me BIG FELLA, My Master, my love” Carol says. Ben begins to pump her hard. “Did you know that Carol loves Ben, Becky?” Laurie says. “Yes, that was evident when I first met her. I am very secure in my relationship with Ben. I know how he feels about me. I love sharing him. His heart is mine” Becky tells her Ben pumps Carol for a good two hours and climaxes in her colon. “OH GOD THAT FEELS GREAT MASTER”. “Carol, you know I love you” Ben says as he kisses her and then his wives. He leaves and takes a shower. Ben then tells Becky he is going out and look at appliances for the kitchen. He leaves and starts thinking about Ken and Carol. He has his plans in the back and goes to the local kitchen and bath business. He brings his plans and tells him what he wants. “I want my kitchen in light cherry hardwood, plywood boxes and the ends need to be hardwood. He tells them about the island he wants. He tells them about the two double ovens and two stoves and a cook top in the island. Everything is propane. He shows them where the two refrigerators and a large freezer is going. They draw up his kitchen and he likes the cathedral design. He wants crown molding on the top. He tells them that there will be under cabinet lighting and above the cabinets as well. They draw it up and he asks when will it be ready. They tell him in three months. He takes the plans and tells him that he will give them to his general contractor and see if it all fits. He will call them within a couple days to put the order in. He gives them a 10k deposit. Ben then takes the plans to Ken and they go to the kitchen and go over it. It all fits with a couple of minor modifications. Ken tells him he might as well get the bathroom vanities there also. “Ben, you know I have been trying to get Carol pregnant. I want to ask you a favor. I know you are fertile, very fertile. If I can't get Carol pregnant by Christmas will you? I know it is a lot to ask, but you already know her and love her. You are like a brother to me. Please consider it” Ken asks. “Have you thought of artificial insemination?” Ben asks. “Yes, my sperm are a little lazy and that is expensive. Too expensive when we have somebody closer to us that we both love” Ken says. “Let me think about it. We do not need to decide this right now” Ben says, “I will go back over to the Kitchen and Bath place tomorrow. With the plans and go over the bathrooms with them”. Ben goes back to the mansion and makes love with his girls trying not to think of Carol and her proposal. “Becky, you and Laurie need to come with me to the Kitchen and Bath place to look at what I picked out for the kitchen”. “OK, My love. What about Carol and Ken?” “Ken asked me to get Carol pregnant when I went over the plans for the kitchen. I don't know I need to think on it. What do you think?” Ben asks. “It is your choice, I think you should do it”. They go the next day to the Kitchen & Bath place and Becky loves the kitchen layout and cabinet choice as does Laurie. They go over the plans with the owner and tell him that he wants a mahogany double sink vanity in the master bathroom. He tells the owner he wants a 36” vanity in each ensuite bathroom. He asks how long it takes to get a vanity made. The owner says it is the same time frame but can rush something if you need to change something. Ben orders the kitchen and bathrooms. He tells the owner to come up with the price and call him. He says he wants 90% of the vanities to be cherry and the rest being mahogany. He tells the owner the five guest rooms all need to be mahogany. They leave and he tells Laurie and Becky that when they come back from the Cayman Islands that they are going to take a trip to North Carolina to buy custom made beds. The following week they leave for the Cayman Islands. ******** Business, Pleasure Trip to Cayman Islands ******** Ben tells Renee, Becky, Laurie, Jolene and her sisters, Julia, Nadine, Reanna, Rachel, Sam, and Sarah that they are accompanying him on his trip to the Cayman Islands. The girls start to scream. Julia tells her Master that she has never been out of Alabama. “Julia, baby, you are with me now. We are going to travel the world together. That goes for all of you. Now I can't take seventy five women with me every time I go somewhere, but when I can I will take as many as I can to as many places as I can. I love you girls, and want you with me always. I want to share everything with you” Ben tells Julia and the other girls. “Master, you promised to train us while we are in the Cayman Islands remember?” Josie tells Ben. “Yes sweetheart I remember. Reanna and her sisters are going to help you and your sisters with your training. Is that OK with you girls Reanna?” Ben asks. “Master, that sounds like fun to me. How about it sisters are you up to helping Josie with her training?” Reanna says. Her sisters agree, “We can show you our tricks on how to get Master to cum quickly in your mouth”. They get into the jet and fly to Grand Cayman Island. Ben meets with his investment banker the first full day he is in the Cayman Islands. He takes Becky with him and makes her power of attorney on his estate. He tells the Banker that Becky is his wife and is his heir to his estate until his son Ben Jr. is twenty one. After that time Ben Jr. is responsible for the wealth and is to take care of Becky and the rest of the family. He tells the banker to setup an account in Becky's name and transfer ten billion to that account. “Ben, I do not need that money. I have you that is all I need or want” Becky says as she starts to cry. “Becky, my love I want to do this and this is yours to do with as you choose. I doubt even you can spend ten billion dollars” Ben tells her as they kiss. “So how much do I have in my account after the transfer?” Ben asks. “As of today, you have approximately 384 billion dollars, Mr. Barnes” the banker says. “I am thinking about buying some property on the island do you know of a real estate agent that I can trust” Ben asks. “Yes, let me give you Jessie card. She is very nice and a really good agent with high end houses” the banker gives Ben the card. I need to setup some accounts with five million a piece in each one. He gives the Banker the documents that he needs, passports and birth certificates for each of his slaves. When he is doing that he talks with Becky “I am thinking about setting up an account for Ken and Carol. What do you think?” Ben asks. “I think that is a wonderful idea and would be a great Christmas gift. How much are you thinking about?” Becky asks, “Twenty-five million” is his answer. “That is good” “I need you to setup another account and put it in the name of Ken and Carol. I will FedEx over their documents when I get back to the states” Ben says. “It is going to take me a while to setup these accounts. Let me make copies of the documents and give them back to you so that you can enjoy the island. I will call you when they are setup so that you can sign the paperwork” the banker says as he gets up and copies the documents. “Thank you sir” the banker says. Ben and Becky then call Jessie and setup an appointment with her. They go and meet with her. She is a beautiful blond with nice breast. She is dressed in a fine linen outfit. “Jessie, I am Ben Barnes and this is my lovely wife Becky” Ben says “How may I help you, Mr. Barnes?” Jessie asks. “I am going to be on the island for a couple of weeks and would love to see houses. I am looking at least six or seven on a secluded section that can be walled off. They need to be large houses. I have about a hundred people that need a place to stay when we are here. Can you find me something like that?” Ben asks. “Let me look” Jessie says and she comes back with a upscale community that has three adjoining houses that are available. They go look at them and both Ben and Becky like them they are at the end of the road. “What about those houses?” Ben says as he points to the three houses on each side of the road. “They are currently not for sale. I can do some research and see what they are worth and who owns them. I can get back to you in a couple of days” Jessie tells him. “OK, put contingency contacts on these three houses and get the inspector over to check them out. He goes back to their rented house and sees the girls enjoying the pool. “Hey ladies why don't we spend some time on the beach” Ben says to his girls as they run up and kiss him and tell him he has to wear his banana hammock. “Let me get it for you” Becky says as Jolene strips her master. When she comes back she sees her bobbing her head up and down on BIG FELLA. “Ben cannot go out there with a hard on!” Becky says. “Becky, he was a half erect when Jolene undressed him. She is just trying to drain his balls so BIG FELLA will fit into his suit” Reanna says. “I am surprised that you were not doing it” Becky tells her cousin. “We are going to take turns until he cums”. An hour later Ben erupts in Renee's mouth. She swallows his load and he kisses her. “Renee, tonight I am going to make love to you. I am going to make love to you everyday we are down here. You are still taking your fertility drugs right?” Ben asks her. “Yes, Master. Thank you. I have been waiting for this since December” Renee says as she kisses her Master. Her girls come up to her and congratulate her. “Can we be there when you to have sex?” Reanna asks. Ben looks at Renee and tells them “No, the first time is just for me and Renee”. The girls go and get ready for the beach. Renee puts BIG FELLA into his banana hammock and kisses BIG FELLA on his head and tells him “I will see you tonight after dinner. Rest up BIG FELLA you are mine tonight” She then tucks him in and gets up and kisses Ben. “You know I love you, with our without having sex” Renee says. “Yes, I know. I love you too” Ben tells her as he kisses her again. “I wouldn't plan on doing anything too stressful tomorrow. I have been looking forward to this for a long time and I am really, really fucking horny. You are probably going to walking with a limp if you are able to walk at all” Renee says. “I have heard that before, Renee” Ben says as they go outside and head to the beach. “Ben, honey you have never made love to me” Renee says with a smirk on her face. Becky comes out with a bottle of water and his pills. “Ben, I think you need to get a head start on your supplements and vitamins. I think Renee might try to put you in the grave tonight. I have heard stories about her sexual prowess from Tiffani. I am going to be in the bedroom with you two tonight” Becky tells her husband. Ben and Becky go to the beach and the girls are laying out trying to get a suntan. “Master, I need some suntan lotion on my back can you help me” Sam asks him. And Ben comes over and rubs lotion on her back and legs. “Do forget my ass cheeks, my love”. “I need some lotion on me too” Sarah says. Ben moves over and rubs the suntan lotion on her, he rubs it on her legs and works his way up to the top. Making sure to get her ass cheeks. He undoes her top and rubs lotion all over her back, neck and shoulders. He leans over and whispers in her ear “I love you Sarah”. She looks over and tells him “I love you too Ben” and they kiss. “I need some lotion also, Ben” Rachel says. Ben goes over and rubs lotion on her legs, ass cheeks and back, shoulders and arms he leans over and kisses her and tells her he loves her. He does the same with Reanna without her even asking. He sticks a couple fingers into her pussy making her moan after he has completed rubbing lotion on her legs and buttocks. He undoes her top and finishes her upper body. She rolls over and tells him he might as well do her front. And he rubs lotion all over her front. They kiss and she tells him. “I Love you Ben Barnes. You have made me a very happy woman” She rolls over and continues with Jolene and her sisters. Laurie and Becky are next. “Ben, you need some on you too” Renee says and tells him to lay down on his stomach. “BIG FELLA is erect isn't he?” “Renee, how could I not be erect after that, sensual situation. Rubbing suntan lotion on all those young tight willing bodies. I love my life, and my family”. Renee rubs sunscreen on her Master and lays next to him. She kisses him and fondles BIG FELLA. “Ben rest for a minute and we will go into the water” Renee says. They then get up and head to the water. A couple of girls get up and Becky tells them to give Renee sometime with Ben. “Yes, Mistress Becky” They all turn over and watch as Ben and Renee play in the water. Renee then gets on Ben and it is apparent to everybody there that they are having sex in the ocean. “God that is so hot” Rachel says. “I am happy for Renee” Becky tells them. When they are done they wave to the girls and they all go swim with their lover. Sam and Sarah swim over to Ben and tell him “That was so beautiful” Renee swims over after fixing her bottom. “Renee, we love you, mom. We hope you get pregnant and have a boy. Ben will you get all three of us pregnant, Please. We want to share the experience with Renee and Rachel” “It would be my honor, but tonight is Renee's night. I love you girls all of you. I look forward to having many children with you” Ben says as he kisses each of them. “I need to train Jolene's sisters also. I think I can get seven women pregnant in our time in the Islands”. “Master, you think BIG FELLA can handle non-stop fucking for two weeks in a row?” Rachel asks as she swims over. “No” is his response. “I will get you girls pregnant, give me time” “Master, we have all the time in the world. We love you and are not going anywhere” Renee tells him. They get out of the water and head back into the house. They all take a shower and head to dinner. After dinner Ben, Becky and Renee say goodnight. Within fifteen minutes they hear Renee scream out an orgasm. Ben and Renee make love all night and into the morning. Becky leaves the room and goes and fixes breakfast for them. Renee's girls follow Becky into the room and watch as Ben is pounding Renee from behind. “OH, GOD I LOVE YOU BEN BARNES, CUM IN MY WOMB AGAIN” Renee yells as her daughter's come and lay next to her. “Ben is a terrific lover isn't he Renee” Sam asks her. “OH GOD YES, HE IS A FUCKING-GOD. POUND MY WOMB, CUM INSIDE ME MY MASTER, MY LOVER, MY HUSBAND AND MY FRIEND. AS GOD AS MY WITNESS I LOVE THIS MAN”. Ben continues his jackhammer assault of Renee's pussy. He pounds her for another hour before he cums for fifteen minutes in her womb. When he is done Renee passes out. Ben gets up and puts her on her side. He kisses her and tells her he loves her. “Sleep tight my sweet Aunt Renee”. He gets out of Ben and goes to the shower, Rachel Sam and Sarah join him in the shower. They wash their Master, each girl taking a different body part. All three take turns washing and taking care of BIG FELLA. “Master, lover did mom wear BIG FELLA out?” Rachel asks. “NO, but he is extremely tired”. They finish up and then dry off and dry Ben off. They put lotion on his sore muscles and on BIG FELLA. “Thank you for helping Renee, Ben. I love you” Becky tells him has she hands him his vitamins and supplements. The girls take him to their room and put him to bed. They give him an Ensure drink and a protein bar. “Rest now Master, we will watch over you” He sleeps for eight restful hours as his girls watch over him. Jessie comes over and discusses the property with Becky and Laurie. “It seems that Mr. Barnes has a lot of beautiful women around him” Jessie says. “Yes, we are all family. We all love him deeply” Becky says. “What did you find out about the property?”. Jessie tells them “I have a list of the people that own the properties in question and their current market value and what price they owners paid for them. I also brought over the contingency contracts on the properties that Mr. Barnes wanted to buy. I have the key code and can take you over there when you have a chance”. Right then Ben gets comes out of the bedroom stark naked with BIG FELLA dangling between his legs. He walks by them and into the kitchen not even aware that Jessie is there. It is just so natural for him to walk around naked. He comes back out and Becky says “Jessie, the real estate agent came over to discuss the properties we were looking at buying”. Ben comes over and says hello. He shakes her hand and she drops to her knees and starts to suck on BIG FELLA. “I am sorry, I don't know what possessed me to do that. I am single and haven't had sex in a long long time. And have never seen a cock bigger than seven inches. I want this one” Jessie says as she begins to suck on BIG FELLA. “Hold on, Jessie” Ben says “Becky, tell her the rules”. “Jessie you need to get a clean HIV/STD certificate before you can have sex with Ben” Becky says. “OK, I will go to the hospital and get it. Hold on what does that say, oh BIG FELLA I will be right back” Jessie says. She literally jumps up and runs out the door. They hear screeching wheels and she peels out heading to the hospital. Two hours later there is a knock on the door. Becky answers it and Jessie gives her the clean certificate and lets her in the house. Once the door is closed she starts to strip. Becky looks her over and tells her she needs to loose the bush. “Let me help you with taking care of that bush” Becky tells her and takes her into the bathroom and gets her shaved. She then starts to suck on her pussy. “Jessie, Ben's girls are all bi-sexual. Have you ever been with a woman before?” “No, I have not. I see that you are quite good at that” Jessie says as Becky continues to suck on her pussy. Jessie comes in her mouth and then they get up and go find Ben in the living room. “Ben, Jessie has gotten her clean certificate” Becky tells him. “Very good. Do you really want to have sex with me?” Ben says. Jessie runs over and kneels in front of him “I want BIG FELLA to fill all my holes, what are those tattoos on your girls mean?” “Well the “Property of Ben Barnes” is self-explanatory. The Queen of Spades means they prefer black cock rather than white. The one on the back of their necks mean they have completed their anal training, the Queen of Spades on their mounds mean they completed their pussy training. The training consists of having sex with me ten times in a row without interruption in their asses and then their pussies. Finally they have to give me a blowjob twenty times in a row” Ben explains to her as she sucks on BIG FELLA. When she had gotten him rock hard she gets up and straddles Ben. She lines BIG FELLA up and pushes down on him. She rides him for forty-five minutes cuming every five minutes. Ben then picks her up and puts her down on the couch and starts to throttle her like a car piston. He fucks her like this for an hour, she looks up at his tattoo on his chest “YOU ARE A FUCKING-GOD”. Ben then pushes past her cervix and starts fucking her womb. “OH GOD, BEN YOU ARE IN MY WOMB, YOU PASSED MY CERVIX. NO OTHER MAN HAS BEEN THERE BEFORE” Jessie screams. He pounds her in her womb for forty-five minutes and then cums hard for twenty minutes, pissing long streams of cum filling her womb up. “OH, Yeah get me pregnant” Jessie says as Ben exits her. He lays next to her. “Becky, Ben I am yours” she tells him. “What?” Becky says. “You can't think I would ever let another man fuck me after I have had BIG FELLA inside of me? Do you Becky, Ben? I am Ben's this pussy belongs to him” Jessie says. She then leans over and sucks on BIG FELLA getting him hard. “Becky do you have any lube, I am going to take BIG FELLA in my ass now” Jessie says. “Damn, you are aggressive” Ben says. “Master, is that what your women call you?” Jessie asks, he nods “Well, Master. I am your slave, my body is yours. I know you live in Alabama and I am in the Cayman Islands, but I am rich enough to fly back and forth. I am not letting BIG FELLA go. I realize that I have to share”. Becky comes back with the lube and lubes Jessie's ass. Jessie then inserts it in her, and lets out a scream as Ben pushes her down on him. That scream wakes Renee out of her coma she comes out of the master bedroom and watches with her girls. “Who is this, Reanna?” “Mom, this is Jessie. She came over to show Ben and Becky some properties that Ben is planning on buying I guess. Ben came out of the bedroom naked and she saw BIG FELLA and literally took him in her hands and started sucking on him. Becky told her to get a clean certificate and then she could have sex with our Master. Two hours later she was back with her certificate and they have been fucking ever since. She just took BIG FELLA up her ass, she was an anal virgin. Damn, Master, she is really enjoying her time with BIG FELLA” Reanna says. “I think so” Ben says. “Hell yes I am enjoying BIG FELLA. I FUCKING LOVE THIS” Ben again picks Jessie up and puts her on her hands and knees and starts to pound her deep. He fucks her hard for about two hours. “Don't fuck him out, he still has to train me and my sisters!” Josie says. When Ben is ready to cum he pulls out of her ass and then pushes deep inside of her pussy and stretches her cervix out. He then pops through her cervix and pumps another huge load into her womb. “Are you on birth control, Jessie?” Ben asks. “No, I don't care. Get me pregnant. I welcome your child as I do your seed in my womb” Jessie says as she crawls over and gets a pillow and goes to sleep. Ben gets up and jumps in the pool. He cools off and comes back into the living room. “Josie come with me to the master bedroom. It is your turn”. They go into the master bedroom and in five minutes you hear Josie scream out an orgasm and profess her love to Ben. About an hour later Josie yells out “FUCK ME MASTER, CUM IN MY WOMB. GET ME PREGNANT, GOD YOU ARE A FUCKING-GOD. I AM CUMMING”. Ben fucks her ten times in a row. Josie has on average ten orgasms per hour. When they are done Laurie comes in and sees Josie's belly is swollen with Ben's cum. Becky delivered his supplements and vitamins every three hours. Jessie is with her and she bends down and cleans off BIG FELLA with her mouth. “I can't wait until he trains me. I was serious when I told him my body is his, no other man will ever have me” Jessie says. “I know you were serious” Laurie says as she comes back in with a pan of cool water and a wash cloth. “I love this man. I take great pride in making sure he is healthy and clean. I would gladly give my life for him” Laurie says as she finishes cleaning Ben. She leans over and kisses him and tells him “I love you Ben Barnes. Rest up and train Josie's ass next” Josie just smiles as she subconsciously heard what Laurie just said. Laurie and Jessie go take a shower and play a little in there. When they are done the go see Becky, “Jessie can you take me and Laurie to see the properties?” Becky says. “Yes I can Mistress Becky” Jessie says and gets up and kisses both of them. “Thank you for sharing Ben with me. He is incredible” They tell the rest of the ladies that they will be back in a couple of hours. They go and tour the three houses and they both like them. “This will be a nice vacation spot for the family. Do you think Ben can buy those other seven houses? He wants to wall off the property from the road. This will be nice to have you down here to supervise the construction of the wall and other additions that Ben will want” Becky says. “I think Ben has the resources to convince the people to sell” Jessie says. “Tomorrow, I will get Ben to take a break from the training to come over here and make them an offer. You are available Jessie right?” Becky asks. “Yes I am at your disposal while you are down here”. They go back to the house and as they enter they hear Josie screaming “FUCK MY ASS MASTER, FUCK YOUR WILLING SLAVES ASS. PUT YOUR SEED IN MY WOMB. GOD I AM CUMMING AGAIN...”. Looks like training has started again. Renee comes over and tells them they just got started and Ben came once already. “Jessie, can you show me where the best market to buy seafood is located. You all want seafood tonight?' Renee asks. The all tell her yes. “Sure come with me” they go to the fish market and then to the grocery store. They get enough for four days dinners and breakfast stuffs. They head back to the house and enter with the bags, they have bought enough for three trips. They hear Josie screaming and hollering every time they go into the house. When they are done bringing in the supplies they asks “So how many times has Ben cum so far.” “Was just the fifth time. I think they are in bed for the night” Rachel says as Becky comes out of the room caring two glasses. “That was his second round of supplements and vitamins” she tells the group. “OH FUCK ME. YOU ARE A FUCKING-GOD” is yelled from the bedroom. This goes on until two in the morning. They cook dinner, grilled fresh tuna steaks and salad. While they eat they can hear Josie having orgasm after orgasm. “Jessie, this is what Ben does for a living. Making love to his women” Reanna tells her. “How many women does Ben have?” Jessie asks. “With you, I believe the count is up to 85 or 86, it is kind of hard to keep track. In September we are all going to move into a 150 bedroom mansion. Ben Junior is the only baby born so far. My mom is due in July as are four or five other ladies. A couple are due in August. More are due this fall and winter. We are going to have a full house soon. Ben has already had the architect design an addition with another 100 rooms. Some of the twins will be sharing rooms” Becky tells her. “We sleep with each other all the time. Sarah and I sleep with Ben every night we are bed slaves as are Julia and Nadine” Sam tells Jessie. “Jessie, Master has impregnated me and Julia already along with our mothers” Nadine tells her. “We are all going to raise our children together. We all wanted to get pregnant together. Master just accepted Julia and her mother Emily who will permanently remove your body hair when you visit the house this summer”. “Jessie you might as well sleep here tonight so that we can go and see the properties with Ben in the morning” Becky says. “We can always have some girl time tonight” Rachel says. They play till the wee hours of the morning, all the girls are sucking a pussy and having their pussies sucked. Becky at one point brings out her bag of toys and passes them out. Their are orgasms coming from the living room and the master bedroom now. When Ben is finished training Josie's ass at two in the morning he comes out to the living room and witnesses his girls playing with each other. “Now this is a beautiful site” Ben says. They look up and Jessie pulls Ben onto the floor and they takes turns sucking on BIG FELLA and licking and kissing his shaft balls and body. They clean their master off with their tongues and he makes love to each one till the morning. “Master, you really are a FUCKING-GOD” Jessie says. They sleep until noon and Jessie gets up and asks Ben to look over the papers while she takes a shower with Becky and Laurie. He does and then joins them. When they are all clean they get dressed and head to the properties. He is dressed in a very expensive suit and Laurie and Becky are dressed in their designer dresses from Paris. They knock on the first door on the street. Jessie introduces herself and then Ben, Becky and Laurie. The owners invite them and Ben strikes up the conversation with Jessie's help. Ben “Sir, I would like to buy your house from you. I have just purchased the three houses at the end of the street and am planning on buying all the houses on this street. What would you take for this house?” Homeowner “Well I haven't thought about selling. I don't even know what it is worth or if I could find another house on the island”. Jessie “Here is what the appraised at last year. With a 15% increase in real estate price”. Ben “I will give you 500k more than that if you sign today. You will have your money tomorrow” The man and his wife go to the kitchen and talk it over. “OK, Mr. Barnes you have a deal on one condition we find another house on the island and you give us sixty days to pack and move”. Ben “Deal, Jessie here can help you find something on the island”. Jessie “I have a listing here for your examination. I will even be your buying agent for free”. Ben “I will pay her commission, and have my mover friends move you in sixty days for free” Homeowners “You really must want this property” Ben “I plan on walling off the the properties and have an electronic key entry gate to access the properties”. Jessie presents them with a legal document that has their address on it and their intent to sell with the price written in. The owners sign their copy along with two others. Ben signs the documents and Jessie tells to meet her in her office the following Monday she will have the contract drawn up and a cashier's check for the amount. Ben and entourage go to the next house and make their pitch they do that for the rest of the day. By the end of the Ben has committed to buy the houses for over twelve million dollars. The whole street cost him over fifteen million dollars. The go back to the house and get everybody ready to take them out for a celebration dinner. “Ladies, this is to family, love and a nice tropical retreat that we now own. I will show you all the properties we just bought. We will be spending January and probably February down here next year. Drink up ladies. I love all of you” Ben tells them. The next day he goes and gets the cashier's checks for the properties. He goes and meets with Jessie at her office and tells them to put a house in Renee, Tiffani, Janet, Becky, Laurie, Kaitlin, Crystal, Nadia's names. He gives her the documents that she needs. She makes a copy of each and gives them back to Ben. “Ben you have to be the co-owner on each property for at least a year” Jessie says. “That is fine as long as the ladies are the primary owners” Ben says. Ben then goes back to the bank and picks up the bank books for his ladies. Each of his women are now millionaires, ten times over. He then heads back to the house. He enters the house and calls his ladies to the living room. “Ladies, I have something for you” Ben says with Becky at his side. He hands each one their bank books. They all look at them and they see they have a balance of ten million dollars. The first one to speak is Jolene “Master, Mistress Becky we do not need this. We have you that is all I need. Your love and our family. I think the other girls agree with me” they all nod their heads. “Ladies when I told you I would take care of you for the rest of your lives I meant it. You are all millionaires now. You have complete independence, you do not have to stay with me if you do not want to” Ben tells them. “Fuck that, I am never leaving you Master. You will have to kill me” Renee says and her girls agree. “You can keep the money, we just want you” Reanna tells him. “Shit, I never knew it would be so hard to give away ten million dollars, Becky” Ben says. “Ben, they are just saying what all your women are going to say. They love you. You provide everything we need”, she squeezes BIG FELLA, “We love you Ben, not your money or your huge cock” Becky says. “I love his huge fucking cock” Josie says. “I love him too. BIG FELLA is amazing. I don't blame Jessie for not ever wanting another man. Once you have had BIG FELLA inside of you, you never want another man”. “OK, I understand. I just don't want anybody to think that I do not provide for you and that I have something over you. They need to know that you are with me on your own free will” Ben tells them. “Janice, come with me, it is your turn to get trained” Ben tells her. “Yes, Master” is her response. “Renee, Becky come with me. They go into the master bedroom and Ben tells Renee. “I am going to train Janice. I am going to put a couple loads into your womb. I want to get you pregnant. Along with your daughter's Sam, Sarah and Rachel already want me to get them pregnant. They all stopped their birth control. I think Reanna wants to get pregnant also. Hopefully your girls are inclined to having multiples like you”. “Master, I want to give you as many children as I can” Renee says as she start to suck on BIG FELLA. She takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth. She licks on the head of his cock. “Master, your cock is so beautiful” she then takes him deep into her throat and bobs up and down, she gets off of him before he can cums. She then squeezes BIG FELLA's head a couple of times. Ben then pushes deep inside of Janice. “OH, YES. FUCK ME MASTER”. Ben pounds 14 year old Janice's pussy. “POUND YOUR SLAVES WILLING PUSSY. THAT PUSSY IS YOURS MASTER”. He pushes through her cervix after an hour and pours his first load inside of Janice. He then exits her womb trapping his seed in her young womb waiting for an egg to be delivered. “Janice sweetheart, I love you and I am going to take care of you for the rest of our lives. We are going to have beautiful children together”. “Master, I hope I have two or three babies at a time for you. I love you, trust you and care for you. You are mine” Janice tells him. Ben cries at that and exits her young pussy, Renee starts to work on BIG FELLA within minutes he is hard again and start to pound Janice again. When he is ready to cum he pushes deep inside of Renee, pushing past her cervix and spewing his load deep inside of her. Becky gives him his supplements, vitamins and two little blue pills and sucks him hard again once he exits Renee. He pounds Janice and he puts five loads in Janice and five into Renee. They all fall asleep together and in the morning they take a shower together and go to the living room. “Girls you want to take a drive and see the houses we own” Ben asks. They all say yes. The drive by the houses and Ben describes what he is planning the go out back on one of the three vacant houses to the beach. “We have our own private beach, I am going to wall it off on either side so that we do not have any intruders when we are down here. I think a couple months in the winter time and a couple of months in the summertime before hurricane season, this will be a nice place to come to get away” Ben tells them. “You girls want to go shopping? Need to bring something back other than swollen bellies that hopefully have children in them” Ben asks. “Ben, are you actually asking women if they want to shop? Of course we want to go shopping” Becky says and the girls all agree. They go to the local shopping destination and buy island clothes and nice souvenirs for the family and themselves. They have dinner out and then they go back to the house and Ben tells Janice it is time for her anal training. She smiles and says “Yes Master, lover” and heads to the master bedroom with Renee and Becky. They finish her training at 4 in the morning and Ben has put half of his loads into Renee. They sleep to Noon and then go swimming in the ocean till evening and have a nice home cooked meal. After dinner Ben tells Claire “Claire it is your turn to start your training, lets go to the bedroom” they go to the master bedroom and after about ten minutes she starts cumming and cumming hard. He fucks her hard and fast for about an hour before pushing through her cervix and pouring his seed inside her young womb. “Claire I love you, I can't wait to see our children”. “Master, I love you. I love how BIG FELLA feels inside of me. Please continue to make love to me” Claire says. They have sex for the rest of the night, with half of the loads going into Renee. When he is done with her training they fall asleep in each others arms. The next afternoon Claire wakes up still in her Masters arms she rolls over and snuggles with him. Becky wakes up and looks at Claire, “Becky, I love waking up like this in our Masters arms”. She reaches down and starts to rub on BIG FELLA. Ben wakes up and looks into his lovers eyes. “Morning sweetheart, that was fantastic” Ben says to her. “Master, I love you” They kiss and make out as Becky reaches in and rubs her sister slave and kisses them both. “Master, I love our new slaves. They are so sweet and beautiful. I love making love with them and it sounds like you do too” Becky says to Ben. “I do love it a lot, what do you girls think of Jessie?” Ben asks. “I like her, her pussy is sweet. I think she really loves BIG FELLA being inside of her. I love eating her out. How about you Claire what do you think?” Becky asks. “She sucks pussy good, and she is beautiful. I don't know how she can be down here and still be a slave” Claire says. “Let's get something to eat and head to the beach and play in the water a little” Ben says as they get their suits on and eat a little breakfast and head out to the beach with the rest of the family. They stay out until dinner time and go back to the house. Renee and Becky cook dinner while Ben makes love to Laurie in the living room. “I know we haven't done this in a while, I love you, you know that right?” Ben asks her “Yes, my love. You are training many slaves. I know you love me and I love you with all my heart” Laurie says as Ben pushes an erect BIG FELLA inside of his second wife. “I am fertile now, give me a child my love”. The have sex for an hour before Ben is ready to push through her cervix. Becky calls everybody to dinner and Laurie says “FUCK DINNER. It is my turn with BIG FELLA”. The fuck for another hour and take turns who is on top. When he is ready to cum he pushes through her cervix and pumps his load into her for twenty minutes. “FILL MY WOMB, MY LOVING HUSBAND”. They finish their love-making and rest. “You two ready to eat yet?” Renee says. “Can you bring us two plates and two glasses of wine?” Ben asks She does and they eat dinner in each others arms. They fall asleep like that. Becky wakes them up and takes them into the master bedroom. They sleep till the next morning. “Master, you must have been really tired” Claire says. “Yes I was, are you ready to complete your anal training?” Ben asks. “Yes, let me get you breakfast and your pills” Claire says. She goes and gets him his breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast with OJ and two bottles of Ensure. “Master, do you really like this Ensure drink?” Claire asks. “Yes, I like it. Becky did some research on it and apparently it does wonders for your libido” Ben tells her. “I wouldn't think you would have a problem with that” Claire says. As he eats she sucks on BIG FELLA. When he is done with breakfast Becky comes over and takes the tray from him and Claire straddles him and pushes BIG FELLA deep into her young twelve year old ass. She makes him cum after twenty-five minutes. The make love the rest of the day. After the tenth time she leaves BIG FELLA inside of her ass as they take a nap. Clairice comes in after a couple of hours and tells her Master “I am next”. “Yes you are. Let me take a shower and get cleaned up. I will start your training after we eat dinner”. After dinner Ben takes her into the bedroom and trains her pussy. He has Laurie and Becky sucking on her breast as he punishes her pussy from behind. Ben is blowing little Clairice's mind. She is one orgasm overload when she comes down from one orgasm she has another one. This goes on for two hours as Ben's girls come in and witness the love-making session. Ben finally pushes through her cervix and dump his load inside of her womb. He cums for thirty minutes. Becky then goes and gets his pills and give them to him with another Ensure drink and a Gatorade. Meanwhile Reanna sucks on BIG FELLA and gets him hard again. The repeat the previous session. With Reanna and Rachel sucking on Clairice's breast as Ben pounds her. They fuck that way until noon the next day. Clairice has ten huge loads in her womb and can barely move. Ben picks her up and takes her to her bed and snuggles with her as they sleep. When the wake up the get something to eat and start her anal training. He fucks her ass while two girls suck on her breasts and a third sucks on her clit. When they are finished her training she sleeps in her Master's arms. Before she falls asleep she tells him “That was fantastic love-making, I don't think I want to do that ten times again. I am weak from climaxing so many times. I love you Master, Thank you for training me and accepting me as your slave”. “My pleasure baby” Ben replies to her as they go to sleep. They sleep for twelve hours and get up and go to the living room. It is morning time and they rest until everybody else gets up. “Ben you are amazing lover” Clairice tells him. “You are not too bad yourself, sweetheart”. For the next week they lay around the house go to the beach and have casual sex. Jessie comes over a couple nights for a session of love-making. She brings over the sale documents for Ben to take with him. The sales are final and they will be out of the houses by the middle of July. “Jessie when they are out, I want the houses cleaned. I will be back with some of my girls to get it furnished. I will also be back to hire the construction company to put in the brick and block fence around the property. I will order the beds and have them delivered when we come down” Ben tells her. He gives Renee the deed to her house. “Renee, I love you and this is for you and your girls and their children” Ben says. “I don't need this, I thank you for it” Renee says. They leave the Cayman Islands with a new slave their. Ben tells her to plan on coming up to Alabama in September. The final night in the Cayman Islands he spends making love to her. The fly back and are greeted by Tiffani and Janet at the regional airport. They drive back to the mansion and Ben calls all his family to the mansion for a family meeting. When the whole family is there he tells them the news “I have bought ten houses in the Cayman Islands. I put one in Tiffani, Janet, Crystal, Becky, Laurie, Kaitlin, and Nadia's names. They are for the whole family's use. We will be taking a trip down there in January for a couple of months. I also have these for you girls. Wait to open them until I pass them all out. I will go down to Tuscaloosa and give the ladies down there theirs. Alright open them up” Ben says. “This says I have ten million dollars in a bank account in the Cayman Islands” Elfie says. “Yes, each of you have a bank account with ten million dollars in it. You are all millionaires, these are yours to do with as you choose. If you choose to leave me you will be setup for life. I am not going to keep you here against your will” Ben says. Alana looks around and speaks up “I think I speak for everybody here. I don't want your ten million dollars I want you and want to be with you. I am here on my own free will. I look forward to living with all of you in one house. I love you all with all my heart. Do you all agree?” they all shake their heads yes in agreement. “OK, next week we are going to North Carolina to buy custom furniture. Be ready by Thursday” Ben tells them. Each lady comes up and thanks him and kisses him and strokes BIG FELLA. ************ Family Trip to North Carolina to Purchase Furniture *************** Ben tells Becky we need to get a custom double California king bed made for our new master bedroom. You ladies need to make a decision whether you want a queen or king size bed. What type of wood you want it made from. And what design you want. I am going to put four poster canopy beds in the guest rooms. I am also putting on in my master bedroom. I have magazines here for you to look at and decide on something” Ben tells them. Some of his ladies can't make it, Paula and Sally have to work as do Hillary. Ben notes what they want and tells them to plan on moving into the new mansion in September/October time frame. They leave the mansion two days later with Darryl driving the bus. Ben and all his women heading to North Carolina on a two week furniture shopping trip. They get to the Charlotte area and check-in at the Ritz-Carlton, one of Ben's favorite hotels. He has booked the top two floors for his family. The manager asks “Good afternoon, Mr. Barnes. Welcome back to the Ritz. If there is anything you need please give me a call. My cell phone is on the back. What brings you to our fine town?” Ben “We are up here to shop for custom furniture, we need to get beds and bedroom furniture for about a hundred rooms. Need to get a dinning room tables that will seat at least fifty. Do you know of any large custom furniture makers that are in the general area?” Manager “Not off the top of my head, but let me check around. I will call your room in about an hour. Do you already have a list of companies that you plan to go checkout?”. “Yes I do”. “Can I get a copy of that list?” the manager asks Ben and he makes a copy. They go to their rooms and there is a bottle of Dom Pérignon in every room on ice with cheeses and crackers. A note reads “Complements of the Management”. Becky says to Ben “That is a very nice touch. I guess your reputation is getting around Ben”. There is a call on the phone and Becky picks it up. It is Vivian she says there is a bottle of champagne and cheeses in their room. Becky informs her that it is in every room and that they should make sure that the younger ladies do not get drunk off of it. Vivian being the mother said she will take care of that. In an hour there is a knock on the door and Ben answers it. The manger is at the door with the list that Ben provided and also a list of his own. “Mr. Barnes, I called all the owners of the stores on your list and expressed to them that they should take very good care of you and your family. That you are very special guest of the Ritz-Carlton and that I would take it as a personal favor that they would treat you right. I mapped out your destinations so that you can maximize your time. I have the owners names next to the store and his cell phone number, when you get to the store ask for him and he will personally assist you. I also have another list that I put together from a recommendation from a friend in the business. It has a couple of your stores on it, they are large businesses that can handle large orders” the Manager tells Ben. “All the furniture is to be made out of hardwood, no veneers. It needs to be built and ready to be delivered to my mansion by September 1st. I will call your list and see what they say. Thanks for doing this for me” Ben tells the Manager. The manager leaves, and Ben asks Becky “Let's go to the first store tonight and then go to dinner”. “That is fine with me, Let me get the others ready and call Darryl to get the bus in the front” They all leave thirty minutes later for the first store on the list. They enter the store and ask for the owner. The salesman asks who is asking and Ben tells him his name and the person calls on the phone, before the salesman puts down the phone the owner is running from the back of the store to where Ben is standing. “Mr. Barnes, welcome to Hackett Furniture, my name is Paul Hackett how can I help you?” Paul Hackett says almost out of breath. “I am in town to buy furniture for my new mansion. I need furniture made out of hardwood only, no veneers. I am looking at a bed that will hold two California king size beds. I like four poster canopy beds. Do you have any that I can see? And can my ladies look around and check out what you have on display?” Ben tells him. “Sure let me get the salesmen over here to help them” He calls the salesmen and tells them to take care of Mr. Barnes family, take notes and to take very good care of them Ben, Becky and Paul go look at the canopy beds and they see one they like. “Can you make this out of mahogany? Ben asks. Paul says yes. “I want a two nightstands a dresser, two makeup tables with attached mirrors that match all made out of mahogany do you have those on display?” Paul “We have some, We can match that design with the makeup tables with mirrors, Do you want lights around the mirror, Mrs. Barnes?” “That would be nice, Paul, not very big but bright” Becky responds. Ben “I need all this furniture to be made and ready to be delivered by September 1st is that possible?” “Yes, sir” Paul is quick to answer. “I need a large dinning room table that can seat 75, I was thinking something in a u-shape in our formal dinning room. With fluted pedestals made out of mahogany. Do you have any examples on display” Ben asks. “The dinning room tables are over here, we do not have any that seat 75 people, but can design something that I can FedEx to you for your approval” Paul says as they head that way. Ben and Becky see the pedestals they like and asks can those be put on their table. They look at tables and decide on a table they like. The go and meet with the other ladies and some have picked out beds some just want to go to dinner. Ben goes and finalizes there purchases. “I need these items delivered in September, I do not know the exact date because my mansion is not ready to move into yet. I will know something by August. Do you guys deliver and setup?” Ben asks “Depend on where you live?” Paul says. “On the Alabama-Georgia border in Alabama. I will give you the exact address. I figure it will cost more” Paul tabulates the figures and estimates the dinning room table gives the figure to Ben and Becky with terms. For a dinning room table and a double California king size bed, and three sled beds and a couple contemporary beds with dressers that match it is over a two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. “Paul, do you have your wire information? I will wire the deposit over to your account tomorrow” Ben asks him. Paul goes and gives him the information and thanks him for his business. They leave and go out to dinner. The next couple of days they work through the list of furniture stores. They leave Charlotte and head to Asheville to look at the furniture stores up there. They have about twenty more beds to decide on. They go to one store and the ladies fine five beds and furniture that matches. Ben tells the owner his requirements and he agrees to it. He does this until everybody has a new bedroom suite. Most are king size beds. Ben then tells them that they are going to one final store that specializes in canopy beds. They head that way, Ben tells Becky “Becky, I want the guest suites to have luxurious king size beds, with matching nightstands and dressers. I think matching wainscot paneling would look great in those rooms”. They go in and asks for the owner and again the salesman asks his name. The owner hustles down to meet them. Ben tells the owner he is looking for five king size canopy beds with matching dressers and nightstands. He is also looking for matching wainscot paneling. “Do you do that here?” Owner “Yes we do we have samples of wainscot paneling, but lets look at the canopy beds first”. They choose the beds they like, five different ones with matching dressers and nightstands. They then look at the wainscot samples. Becky likes it. Ben “We will take the it all in cherry, all hardwood no veneers. I will FedEx you the floor plans for the five guest suites when we get back home. They are approximately 20x30, would love the door frames to match in cherry also. Can you come up with a ballpark figure?”. Owner “Let me work on that. Janice, can you get refreshments for Mr. and Mrs. Barnes and his family?” Tiffani comes in and asks Ben and Becky to look at the cribs and changing tables. They excuse themselves and go with Tiffani. Ben and Becky both like them and Becky tells the owner “Put ten changing tables and fifty cribs in our order please”. The price tag on the cribs are $500 a piece and the changing tables are $750. Owner tells them “The list price on that is $32,500. I will give you those for $20,000, the wainscot paneling is at least $75,000 in cherry and the furniture is another $45,000. That is a total of $140,000”. Ben “We need it delivered and installed also we need it to be made by September 1st is that date something that you can meet?” Owner “Yes, where do you live?”. “On the Alabama-Georgia border, it is about six hours from here” Ben tells him. “You want it installed also, Mr. Barnes”. “Just the beds, I will have my guys do the wainscot in the rooms”. “OK, I will do it for $5,000”. Ben “Deal, I will wire the deposit to your bank if you give me the information”. The owner goes and gets the information. Tiffani comes in and tells Ben that everybody is hungry. The owner comes back with the information and Ben asks if there is a great place to eat around here. The owner tells him of the place he likes. Ben asks if they can seat 75 and the owner calls the restaurant owner and tells him that he has a special customer that is coming over with a crowd of 75. Owner “Mr. Barnes they say they can seat you and are getting the tables arranged right now” Ben “Tell them we will be there in fifteen minutes”. Ben shakes the Furniture store owners hand and leaves. They go to the restaurant and eat. It is a nice North Carolina Barbeque restaurant. The get racks of ribs, slaw, minced pork and beef. Pitchers of Beer and sodas and have a great time. Becky is walking out of the restaurant and is accosted by a redneck who has been watching her, Ben and the family. Joe is within hearing distance of the encounter. Redneck “What are you doing sweet thing with that big nigger? You should be with your own kind”. Becky “What did you say to me? That is my husband and I love him and he is no nigger. You are!” Redneck draws back his hand to strike Becky as he is tackled by Joe. Joe starts to hit him and proceeds to gouge out his eyes. “How dare you insult my Mistress you redneck asshole. I am going to kill you motherfucker!”. Joe continues to pound on him as the rednecks wife and children look on. A couple of guys try to pull him off as the cops show up. Joe finally calms down and is put in handcuffs. Becky tells the police what the redneck said to her and he was about to strike her when Joe came to her defense. Cop said he almost killed the man, he is going to be in the hospital for a while if he had to guess. He tells her that he is going to have to arrest Joe. Ben comes over and tells the officer that Becky is his wife and Joe is their friend. He asks where are they taking him and tells Joe that he will be getting his lawyers up here. The family get back on the bus and head to the police station where Joe is booked on assault. Ben tells Joe to not say anything and that he has lawyers coming. Ben goes and talks on his phone. He calls his lawyers and his friends. The next morning they meet at the police station with the lawyers. They police say that all charges are dropped and give him the address of the rednecks family home and where he is hospitalized. On the document it lists the rednecks name and that of his wife and kids. His name is Ray 40, his wife Madison 36, and children Ray Jr. 17, Grace 16, Kelli 14 and Brooklyn who is 11. Ben takes Joe back to the hotel and tells him to stay there. He then goes to the hospital with Becky, Darryl and Jamal. He goes to the administrative offices and tells them that he is paying for the hospital bills for Ray. He goes up to Ray's room and tells him that he is paying for the bills, he says “Fuck you nigger!”, his wife Madison shakes her head “I am sorry for my husband. He was out of line with his comment about you and to your wife”. “Shut up Bitch” Ray says as the nurse comes in and tells them they need to leave. “Ray is going to be in there a long time. They say it might be three months before he can get out” Madison says. “Where are my manners, I am sorry I am Madison and these are my children Ray, Grace, Kelli, and Brooklyn” Madison tells them. “I am Ben Barnes, this is my lovely wife Becky and my friends Darryl and Jamal. Can we take you home” Ben asks. “Yes I would appreciate that, Our car got repossessed last month. That bastard Ray has been out of work for six months. He doesn't even look anymore” Madison tells him. They drive back to their house and go in. Ben looks around and tells the girls “You need to get undressed now. You are mine, That bastard father of yours forfeited your life to me. I am now your Master. You are going to be my slaves. I am going to breed all four of you. Starting with the girls. You are going to come home with me and spend the rest of your lives serving me and my friends. You are going to be breeder slaves and fuck toys. Now get those fucking clothes off”. Ray Jr. comes over and yells “You are not fucking my mother and sisters”. Jamal and Darryl subdue him, strip him and tie him to a chair and put a sock in his mouth. “Damn, Ben look at the cock on Ray Jr. I think we can make use of him. Laurie needs a fuck toy. We need to get him fixed though. I think a Prince Albert would look good in that cock of his” Becky tells him. She takes a ruler over and measures his limp cock and then strokes him hard. “Damn, his is 9 ½” long with a nice girth. Are you a virgin Ray?” Becky asks him. Ray shakes his head yes. The girls now have their clothes off Ben examines them. “Now are all you girls virgins?” he asks they all shake their heads yes. “Good, I am going to have to wait to fuck the shit out of your mother. But I am going to take your vicinities right now. I am going to start with Grace's pussy”. He then takes Grace over to the couch and spreads her legs as she looks at her mother in distress. Ben then starts to suck on her pussy which has a musky sweat smell. He licks and sucks her to two orgasms as her mother watches. Becky notices that her mother is getting wet by watching Ben with her daughter. When he is done with giving her a third orgasm he gets up and tells her to suck on BIG FELLA. She shakes her head no and he slaps her “Suck my cock, get it hard” Ben says. Grace opens her mouth and Ben pushes BIG FELLA in. She has a hard time with it as Ben forcefully pushes his cock down her throat. He strokes a limp BIG FELLA in and out of her throat until he gets hard and then he starts pushing all sixteen inches into her throat. When her lips are around the base of his cock he tells Grace's sisters and mother “This is how you suck BIG FELLA, you are all going to do this and get use to this. When you suck my cock you are to take it all the way down your throat. Is that understood?”. They all shake their heads yes. Little Brooklyn is crying a little, she is scared. Ben takes BIG FELLA out of Grace's mouth and proceeds to fuck her. He is not gentle, he takes her virginity in one stroke. He pounds right up against her cervix. He fucks her like a jackhammer for an hour before he breaks through her cervix and then continues to fuck her womb. He cums in her womb after fucking her for two hours. When he is done he pulls out and tells Grace “You are mine, you are going to give me a lot of children. That is your purpose in life, you do that and I will take care of you. All you girls are going to get trained when we are back in my mansion. Training consists of us having sex ten times consecutively in you pussy and then ten times in your ass. You are then to suck my cock, or give me a blow job twenty times in a row. Within a couple of months all four of you are going to be pregnant. Even you my little minx, Brooklyn. I am going to pound that sweet little pussy and ass of yours next. Get over here and suck on my cock. By the way his name is BIG FELLA” Brooklyn reluctantly gets up and comes over and Ben guides BIG FELLA into her small mouth. He tells Jamal to push her head down on BIG FELLA and he does. Ben tells her to swallow, swallow as BIG FELLA is stretching her young throat. When Ben is finally hard he takes BIG FELLA out of her throat, he spreads Brooklyn's legs and pushes BIG FELLA in up to her hymen. “Baby, I am going to take it easier on you. You are so young. I do not really want to hurt you sweetheart. You will get use to BIG FELLA being in you. I am your Master now. I am going to take care of you. You are going to provide me with at least twenty babies. Have your periods started yet?” Ben whispers in her ear. She nods yes. “Good, baby. You are mine. You are going to sleep with me for the rest of your life”. Ben takes his time with young Brooklyn gently stroking her pussy and then pushes deep breaking her hymen and she lets out a cry as he begins to pick up steam. He pounds Brooklyn's pussy for two hours making her cum repeatedly from his efforts. “Madison, I think you baby likes BIG FELLA in her pussy. Do you like BIG FELLA Brooklyn baby?” “Yes, Master. It hurt like hell at first but it is beginning to feel better” Brooklyn tells her new Master. Ben then pushes through her cervix and pumps a huge load into her young womb. When he exits her pussy she looks down and sees her belly swollen. “Master, is that your sperm in my womb?” “Yes my little sex slave, it is. Do you like being my slave?” “I enjoyed you fucking me”. “Baby, I just made love to you, I fucked Grace. I am going to fuck the shit out of your mother when we get to our mansion” “Master, thank you for making love with me” Brooklyn says. “Get BIG FELLA hard for me again, please” Ben tells her as she leans over and sucks on BIG FELLA, she still has a hard time getting it down her throat after a few minutes Ben pushes her head down on BIG FELLA. He loves how her throat squeezes his and is making him hard. Becky comes over after Ben takes BIG FELLA out of Brooklyn's throat and puts her on her hands and knees. She has some vasaline from the bathroom, and smears it on her asshole and BIG FELLA. “Please don't fuck my daughter's ass, Ben” Madison asks as Ben pushes BIG FELLA into her ass. Brooklyn screams and starts to cry a little after a while she looks up and tells her mother “Too late, I am Master Ben's slave” she is rocking back and forth on BIG FELLA. “Master, it is getting better” After about an hour Ben is ready to cum and takes BIG FELLA out of her ass and wipes him off and then pushes him deep inside her pussy pressing against her cervix until it gives way and dumps his load in her womb. Ben the lays next to her and whispers in her ear “Brooklyn, baby you did great. Thank you for giving me your virginity”. She replies “I didn't you took it. But now that you did you own me. You have to take care of me”. “I will baby”. He then kisses her and sucks on her little 32B breasts. He looks up at Kelli “Are you ready, Kelli? Do you want to be fucked like Grace or made love to like Brooklyn?” “Made love to” Kelli says. “I am your Master, you are my slave. My sex slave you will address me accordingly!” Ben tells her as he comes over and spreads her legs “Yes, Master” he then drops his head in between her legs and starts to suck on her pussy. He licks her from her asshole to her clit. He licks and sucks on her clit taking her button into his mouth after it has become erect and proceeds to give her an orgasm. He then spreads her labia sand starts to lick her inner pussy lips and her love canal. He then strokes her hymen which drives her crazy. Kelli starts to buck her hips and she starts to squirt all over her new Master. Ben sucks it all down, and licks her clean. Ben sits on the couch and tells Kelli “Suck BIG FELLA until he is hard, make sure you take him down your throat”. “Yes Master” is her reply as she gets on her knees in front of him and starts to suck on BIG FELLA. Her mouth is bigger then Brooklyn's and takes BIG FELLA easier, she still needs help getting down her throat but after about twenty minutes Ben is hard again. He then puts Kelli on her hands and knees and begins to slowly push BIG FELLA into her virgin pussy. She starts to moan and groan, “Oh, Damn Master that is tight. Go easy”. “Kelli, baby this is going to hurt a lot” Ben tells her as he pushes through her hymen. Once past he pushes all the way to her cervix. He stops there and tells her “You did good, relax and adjust to the size of BIG FELLA. We are going to have a lifetime of love-making head of us” After a couple of minutes he begins to stroke her pussy. He pounds her pussy for 90 minutes before pushing through her cervix and stroking deep into her womb. “Kelli, you are going to have my children. You are going to raise them with me and my family. You and your sisters are going to serve my family. You are to give me multiple children. I always want you and your sisters pregnant. I am going to dump my seed in your womb everyday until you are pregnant. You are my slave” Ben tells her then starts to cum in her womb. “Oh, GOD MASTER, it is so warm” she tells him. “Madison, you see your girls are now my slaves, your son Ray Junior over there is going to be my second wife's fuck toy. Becky's fuck was the one that defended her when your husband was insulting her and about to strike her” Ben tells her while he is still firmly lodged in her 14 year old daughter's pussy. “I am going to take Kelli's other cherry now like I did Brooklyn's. Come over here and suck BIG FELLA until he is hard” Madison reluctantly does as she is told. She is conflicted by her emotions, she is aroused by watching BIG FELLA stretch her daughter's pussies and Brooklyn's ass, she is also at the same time discussed by it. She kneels in front of Ben and takes BIG FELLA into her hands. “Now suck on him, get him hard” he tells her. “OK” is her reply. “OK, What?”. “OK, Master”. She takes BIG FELLA into her mouth and starts sucking, she is better at this then her virgin daughter's, which is to be expected, but still has a hard time getting it down her throat. “How big is your husband, Madison?” Ben asks her. Madison takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth “Ray Sr. is really small compared to you. He is only five inches and really really thin” she tells him. “I wonder where your son gets his size from?” Becky asks as she strokes Madison's sons cock. “I don't know, are you really going to fix my son Master?” “Most definitely, Madison, I can't have him impregnating my wives” Ben tells her as she strokes and licks on BIG FELLA. “How many wives do you have?”. “I think the count is up to 70 right now give or take. You and your daughter's are going to be our servants. Our sexual servants. Deep throat BIG FELLA and quit talking” She does as she is instructed and gets BIG FELLA hard. When BIG FELLA is hard he goes over to Kelli and pushes BIG FELLA into her lubricated asshole which elicits a scream and a few tears. “Damn that is huge, Master” she tells Ben as he begins to pump her ass. “You will get use to it” Ben tells his new sex slave. Ben fucks her ass for the next hour and a half without stop and without mercy. He drives BIG FELLA deep inside her colon. Ben pops in and out of her ass, stretching her sphincter muscle. “You are mine now, Kelli, your ass is mine” Ben tells her and starts to cum in her colon. Kelli is whipped, she collapses after Ben exits her ass and passes out. Ben goes to the bathroom and washes up and takes his pills. Brooklyn comes in and asks “Master, Can I have some more? Will you make love to me some more, in my bed, before we leave this place forever?” “Yes my sweet little sex slave”. She kneels in front of Ben and starts to suck on BIG FELLA getting him hard. She then lays down on the bed, and tells her Master “Come and get it”. Ben inserts BIG FELLA into her once virgin pussy. “Damn, you are still really tight Brooklyn”. “Master, I don't want to be your sex slave. I want to be your lover, make me like your other women. I only want to please you and be loved by you” Brooklyn says. Ben continues to pound her pussy. They fuck for the next four hours and Ben falls asleep with Brooklyn in his arms. When they wake up Ben tells her “I will think about your request. I will discuss it with Becky when we get back to the mansion”. “Thank you, Master. I love having sex with you. BIG FELLA is amazing, so big and beautiful” Brooklyn says as she takes BIG FELLA into her hands and looks into Ben's eyes “I want to be your woman. I know I am only eleven, but I feel a connection to you” she then starts to suck and lick on BIG FELLA. She bobs her head up and down on him and starts to take him down her throat when Becky comes into the bedroom. “Are you two ever going to finish making love? I am beginning to be jealous of Brooklyn” Becky says to them. “Mistress Becky, I am just showing some affection to my Master” Brooklyn says to her after taking an erect BIG FELLA out of her throat and begins to straddle him. She reaches out a hand to Becky. “I love my new Master and lover. I want to be his woman just like the rest of you” she then pushes her pussy down on BIG FELLA. “I love how it feels to have BIG FELLA inside me, he stretches me out, fills me up” Brooklyn starts grinding on BIG FELLA moving him in and out of her pussy at her own speed which amazes Becky on how fast she is taking it. After about 45 minutes Ben rolls her over to her back and starts to jackhammer her. “Pound me my love, GOD I LOVE THIS MAN”. Ben fucks her for another two hours. Madison, Kelli and Grace take turns and come in and witness Ben making their sister his. In the living room “I think Master has a favorite among us Mom” Grace says. “I haven't had a crack at BIG FELLA yet. I don't think he has favorites. I think we will all be happy in his company. Do you like having sex with him, Kelli Grace?” “It hurt the first time he put it in me, but as I got stretched out and use to his size I began to love it. He gave me so many orgasms that I couldn't stand it after a while. I liked it in my ass also” Kelli tells her mother. “I like it, actually I loved it after I got broken in” Grace said. “I am not going to miss this place at all. As long as Ray Jr. and you are with us we will be fine. I think Ray Jr. is going to like being a sex slave”. “I loved my blowjob last night that Becky gave me” Ray Jr. said. When he is finished fucking his new sex slaves he gets up and takes them one by one to the shower and cleans them up. He then gets them dressed and tells them that this will be the last time they will ever see this house. He has yet to decide on Ray Sr.'s fate. Madison says “Fuck him, that asshole” They pack what little they can and put it in the bus and head on board. He tells the girls to get undressed in the back. That he will be having sex with each one of them on the way home. But first he needs to go say goodbye to their father. They arrive at the hospital and Ben goes in and checks on Ray. Ray, of course, is blind and has multiple broken bones from Joe's ass-kicking. Ben pulls up a chair and whispers in Ray's ear “Ray, this is Ben Barnes the man you call a nigger. I just wanted to let you know that your wife and daughter's are now mine. I just got finished popping your daughter's cherries, both in their pussies and asses. I am going to fuck the ever living shit out of your lovely wife when I get back to my town and get her checked out and make sure your redneck ass did not give her any diseases. Oh, by the way, your daughter's love my 16” cock. Each of them took it all the way down their throats. Your baby girl Brooklyn loved me fucking her. She even came back for seconds and thirds. They are now my sex slaves. Your son will be my wife's fuck toy after we get him fixed and get his cock pierced. Madison loves sucking on a real cock, she tells me that you only have five little inches. It is amazing you ever got her pregnant, much less four times. I think Ray Jr. is somebody else child because he is packing nearly ten inches of white cock. I might even let him fuck his sisters if it pleases me. I just thought you should know that before I leave town. You be a good boy and recuperate nicely and don't give any of these nice nurses a hard time and I might let you see your wife and daughter's again. Oh, I guess you won't be able to see them but be able to talk to them. I am going to enjoy breeding your daughter's and your wife. By the time you get out of here they all will be pregnant with my nigger baby”. Ray is under a lot of pain medication and cannot respond, but has a distressed look on his face. Ben gets up and tells him “Ray, I hope you get well soon. Take care of yourself”. Ben leaves the hospital with a huge grin on his face and enters the awaiting bus. “Madison, girls Ray wishes you all well and hopes to get better soon” Ben says as he sits next to Brooklyn who unzips BIG FELLA and looks Ben right in the eye and says “FUCK HIM, that racist asshole cost me more than one friend. He is not going to cost me my lover BIG FELLA” she then starts to suck on BIG FELLA. “This is mine, I want this inside me whenever you want to give it to me Master. I am your fuck slave” she says as she licks on the shaft of BIG FELLA. Brooklyn then shoves BIG FELLA down her throat. She chicken heads on BIG FELLA for a good twenty minutes before she gets off and gets on top and starts to ride BIG FELLA. She is yelling “FUCK ME MASTER, FUCK ME MASTER”. “Madison, I think I have a sex addict on my hands here” Ben tells her. “You made her one with that BIG FELLA. When will we get to your mansion, Master?” Madison asks. “About six hours, why?”. “I want you to get whoever you need over to your mansion to give me a blood test and checkup and give me a clean bill of health. Because then I am going to fuck you to death”. “You can try, Madison, you can try” Ben tells her as Brooklyn continues her bouncing up and down on BIG FELLA. She finally gets him past her cervix and tells everybody, “OH GOD, MASTER is in my womb” They fuck for forty-five minutes before he is ready to cum, Brooklyn senses this and stops riding BIG FELLA and takes him into her mouth and starts sucking on him. When he is done cuming down her throat she gets up and sits on her lovers lap and kisses him. She whispers in his ear “I love you Master, you have yourself a willing sex slave. I am yours do with me as you choose”. He picks her up and sits her down next to him and she goes to sleep. “Brooklyn is so sweet, Madison. Kelli your next” Ben says. “Yes, Master”. Kelli gets up and comes over and leans over and sucks BIG FELLA hard again. Kelli then guides it into her pussy and starts bouncing up and down on him. “Do you like having sex with me, Kelli?” Ben asks her, “Yes, Master. I really don't think I would have ever come across another cock like yours otherwise. I like how it feels inside of me” Ben lets Kelli ride BIG FELLA for about thirty minutes before he picks her up and puts her in the back of the bus that has cushions. It was designed for this purpose, pounding his girls. He starts to throttle Kelli hard and fast. Every five minutes she cries out that she is having an orgasm. After an hour of constant pounding Ben pushes through her cervix and starts pounding her womb. He does this for thirty minutes and finally cums hard inside of her. Kelli kisses her Master and tells him “God that was fantastic, I think I am going to enjoy being your sex slave”. “Kelli have you ever eaten pussy before?” Ben asks. “No, I have not” is her reply. “Well, you are going to have to learn. What Joe, the guy that attacked your father. That is his purpose in life” Ben tells her. “Master, if you don't mind would you do me a favor” Kelli asks. “Sure, if I can” he tells her. “Please don't ever mention my father ever again. I do not want to know that he even exists anymore. He is dead to me” Kelli tell him. “OK”. “Grace, it is your turn. Get back her and bring BIG FELLA back to life” Ben calls to her. “Yes, Master” Grace and Kelli pass each other and Grace asks Kelli “Are you OK, Kelli?”. “Yes, I think I am falling in love with him. I love how he makes me feel” Kelli tells her sister. “Doesn't he make you climax also?” “Yes he does Kelli”. Grace gets down on her knees and starts to suck on BIG FELLA she tastes Ben's cum and also her sisters she looks up at Ben and he tells her “You look so beautiful with BIG FELLA down your throat, I am going to enjoy making love to you and your mother and sisters. The sooner you accept that the faster you can start to enjoy it”. She gets BIG FELLA hard and takes it out of her throat. She climbs on top of Ben and pushes down on BIG FELLA she starts to hump him and Ben asks her “Tell me you enjoy it, tell me that you love having sex with me. Tell me” he keeps this up for 45 minutes and then turns her over and starts to throttle her. “Tell me what I want to hear”. “OH GOD MASTER, You are making me cum over and over again” she screams. “Tell me what I want to hear” Ben says. “OK YES, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FUCK ME. WHO THE FUCK WOULDN'T WITH THAT BIG FUCKING COCK OF YOURS. OH GOD I AM CUMMING AGAIN” Grace screams as she cums over and over again. Ben leans over and whispers in her ear “Tell me that you love me, I know you do”. “OK, God OK. Master I LOVE YOU. Please don't ever stop fucking me. I am yours. I am your slave. Fuck me”. They arrive back at the mansion and they all head inside, Madison and her girls are already naked but as they enter the house Becky tells them the house rules. “Girls, there is to be no clothes worn in my house by any woman unless there are guest in the house. That is a rarity around here. I will get your dress sizes and get you all a dress so that when we do go out you will have clothes to wear. There is to be no hair below the neckline. Emily will permanently remove all your hair below your neckline tomorrow. I will just trim your bush Madison. You will be given your “Property of Ben Barnes” tattoos on your lower backs tomorrow. You will also be tattooed fuck slave on your shoulder, and breeder on your groin. I will be starting you on fertility drugs and pregnancy vitamins tomorrow. You will have to earn your other tattoos. Madison the doctor is on his way, Master is in the pool area getting a rub down by Kiki, Kali, and Mami. Let me warn you. He is probably going to fuck you for at least two days or until you pass out” “Yeah, right no man can go two days straight fucking” Madison says. “You don't know my husband, he might just fuck you into the grave” Laurie tells her. “Bring it on, wait how many wives does Ben have?” Madison asks. “Legally he has only one, Becky. But I am his second wife. I go with him everywhere. Although he treats us all like his only wife. We all love him, and care for him. You see we all have wedding bands on and engagement rings” Laurie answers her. Becky takes Madison up to the Master bathroom and trims her bush, on the way Madison says “This place is huge, how many rooms do you have?” “This has 13 bedrooms, indoor pool and the other usual rooms in a mansion. We are building a new mansion that will have 150 bedrooms and two dinning rooms, living rooms, game room, indoor pool with jacuzzi and hot tub and sauna. We are going to have a large weight room and an entertainment room with stadium seating. A huge kitchen with an attached eating area. Rooms for the domestics, huge laundry facility. We are going to have a whole wing for the children, a extra large nursery for the babies. We will have two nurses on duty twenty-four hours a day. We already have a OB/GYN that is a slave. We are going to have an outdoor pool with volleyball and basketball courts. It will have a large BBQ pit and seating for picnics. We are currently looking at building a school for all our children. We currently have seven teachers that are slaves that will teach in that school. They will be homeschooling us next year” Becky tells Madison. “Damn, Master is really rich” Madison says. “You can say that, lets get this bush trimmed” Becky tells her as she gets her trimmers out and goes to town on the bush cutting it back to stubble, enough for Emily to use her machine. They go to the pool area and Becky tells her to take it easy for a while until Doctor Reynolds arrives. Ben and Becky go to the den to talk about Brooklyn's status. Ben “Brooklyn want to be more than a sex slave. She wants to be an equal with my other ladies. I don't think I will offer that to her sisters or her mother. I want to know your opinion. Should we allow her to be a regular slave?” Becky “You really like her?” Ben “She gave herself so willingly, almost like you did. I like her a lot. I want her to be in our bed, to be a bed slave”. Becky “Brooklyn needs to learn how to perform cunnilingus. If she does good, I will approve her”. Ben goes and gets Brooklyn and brings her back to the den. “Brooklyn, you need to eat your Mistresses pussy now” Ben tells her. “Yes, Master, my pleasure”. “Mistress Becky, I have never done this, but I experienced Master's talented tongue. I will let that guide me” Brooklyn tells her as she kneels between her legs and starts to lick on her slit she works her magic on her anus all the way up to her clit and then back down. Brooklyn then spreads her pussy lips and licks the inside of her pussy and then sticks her tongue down her tunnel. “Ben, I think she passed her test” Becky says as she comes down from a powerful orgasm. Little Brooklyn sucks down all of Becky's cum. “Do I do good Mistress Becky?” Brooklyn asks. “Yes, sweetie you did great. Master asked me if I would accept you as a member of the family and not just as a sex slave. Do you know the requirements?” Becky asks. “Yes, Master has to fuck my pussy ten times straight and then my ass ten times straight without interruption. I will also have to perform a blowjob on him twenty times in a row. Master can have my pussy and ass a hundred times in a row if he wants” Brooklyn says. “OK, if you are willing to go through the training we are willing to accept you as a full member of our family. You will become like one of Ben's wives. We will not make this offer to your mother or your sisters. We might have you have sex with your brother Ray, do you agree to that” Becky asks. “Yes Mistress Becky, but I would prefer to only have sex with Master. I want to provide him with a child every chance I can get pregnant. I want to give him multiple babies. Will those fertility drugs help me with that, Mistress Becky?” Brooklyn asks. “Yes, they should. We can asks Nadia when we go back out to the pool area” Becky says. “Put this ring on see how it fits” it fits perfectly. “OK, when you are finished with your training you are going to get your piercings also. Master is going to fuck your mother silly for the next couple of days and then rest for a couple of days. Then he will start your training. Welcome to the family.” Becky tells her. She jumps up and kisses Becky and Ben “I love you both, especially you Ben”. Brooklyn squeezes BIG FELLA and looks at her Master “Can I have some, Please?” “You sure can, My sweet little lover” Ben says as she starts to suck on BIG FELLA. They fuck for the next two hours, when they are done they go to the pool area and tell everybody the news. “Ladies, I have decided to accept Brooklyn as my wife, and slave. She is going to be trained after I get done with Madison. She is going to be a bed slave and a breeder slave. She is going to be my third wife behind Laurie. Come over and welcome her to the family” Ben tells his girls as he goes and sits beside Madison. “Doctor, did you get a chance to run the tests on Madison here? Is she clean?” Ben asks. “Ben, my dear friend, she is clean and healthy. I have given her a fertility shot as I did her daughters. I gave Laurie a prescription for their fertility drugs. You have quite a collection of beautiful women. Your mom would be proud of you” Doc Reynolds tells him. “Thanks doc. I am going to rest a bit. I just got finished pounding the crap out of Brooklyn. I love that sweet little girl. She is going to make a perfect little wife. I can't wait to get her trained. She is so sweet and very giving” Ben tells Madison. “So are you going to make the rest of us your wives?” Madison asks, “No, only Brooklyn.” is his response. “She is going to be traveling with me everywhere just like Laurie, or course except when her pregnancies will not let her. I plan to get her pregnant once a year for as long as she can bare children”. “Master, she is only eleven. Most women can give birth until they are at least forty. That is over thirty children” Madison says. “Not if she is on fertility drugs. I figure she is good for at least a sixty if not more. Hopefully she can carry mostly twins or triplets” Ben says. “Damn, you want to make her into a baby factory” Madison says. “You don't want to be a grandmother a hundred times over? How about a great grandmother fifty times over? I plan on you getting pregnant at least ten times. With your daughters getting pregnant, I figure you and your girls will have at least two hundred babies. Your babies will eventually be having babies. If you and your daughters have girls then in twelve years they will be having babies. Ben Jr. is going to have fun with his siblings” Ben says. Becky goes and gets Ben's pills while he takes a nap. Madison goes and talks to Tiffani and Janet. “Master just informed me that he plans on getting me and my girls pregnant every year until we can't get pregnant again. He thinks we can give him a couple hundred children. Is he insane?” Madison asks. “NO, Madison he is not insane. He just loves women and wants a large family. You see all his women that are always around him, always taking care of him. You see all of us that are pregnant and showing. Some are not even showing yet. We all want to give him children. Although most will only give him between 5 to 10. Becky wants to have at least 10, Laurie hasn't started yet. Elfie says she is in for at least 15, but that might change. Most of the girls that are between the ages of 12-22 want to give their Master at least ten babies. My sister has been taking fertility drugs and is now pregnant, it is early though. I hope she has twins or even triplets. She probably loves Master the most next to Becky and Laurie. Renee would probably jump in front of a speeding bus if it would save her Master. I love Master, he is my lover, my babies daddy, my son-in-law and my grandson's father. He is the nicest most generous man I have ever met. I love him with all my soul. I thank God everyday that he brought Ben into my life and my daughter's life” Tiffani tells her. “Madison, Ben is the best man I ever met. I brought my sisters with me when I decided to become a slave. He not only accepted me, but also my sisters even though I deceived him. Janie is pregnant with me, we got pregnant in Hawaii with Tiffani. I believe my other two sisters want to get pregnant when we move into our new mansion. I love Ben with all my heart as do my sisters. You will not be a full fledged slave, but you will never want for nothing. You will be in the lap of luxury for the rest of your life” Janet tells her. “I know, my life with my former husband was a life of misery. He was a bastard, low-life redneck. My children were literally poor white trash. At least now they are in a better place. It looks like Ray is enjoying his new life” Madison says. “Just wait until Sheila puts that Prince Albert piercing in the end of his cock. He is going to have his ears, nipples and scrotum pierced tomorrow also” Tiffani tells her, “Ray, can you come over here”. Ray comes over and Tiffani starts to suck on his cock. She sucks him deep down her throat. She sucks him until he cums. “Madison, give Ray a blowjob”. “Ray, can you go again?” Madison asks him “Yes, mom”. “Ray, she is no longer your mother. She is just another woman that needs servicing. You will be sucking on her pussy and fucking her eventually” Tiffani tells him. He responds “Yes, Mistress Tiffani” with a smile on his face. “You like the idea of fucking Madison, Ray?” Janet asks. “Yes, she is a very attractive woman. As are all of Master's women”. “Well after you get your piercings, I am gong to take you to get your vasectomy so that you can't get anybody pregnant” Tiffani says. “Yes, Mistress” is his reply as he moves in front of Madison and she starts to suck on her son's cock. She sucks him deep into her throat and bobs up and down on his almost ten inches of man meat. When she has made him cum she sucks him clean and then tells him “You are a lot better than that asshole of a father you had. How come you never had a girlfriend or had sex before? With a rod like that”. “Mom... or Madison, no girl wants poor white trash as a boyfriend no matter what size his cock is. I never want to go back to North Carolina. I like it here with all these pretty women for me to have sex with and that will love me and make love to me. I don't care if I never have a child as long as I can be a part of this family. I will gladly be a sex slave for these beautiful women”. Laurie comes up and tells Ray “OK, lover boy it is time to come to bed with me. We can't fuck until you are fixed but you are going to sleep with me tonight. My husband is going to be busy for the next couple of days with Madison. He is going to fuck her brains in”. Ben has a surprise for Madison and all his girls. He puts on a robe and goes to the front door and lets Ken in with a new toy for his slaves. Doctor Reynolds is there also at the door and Ben tells him that Madison needs to get a HIV/STD certificate. He tells him she is in the pool area. The new toy is a custom fuck table, it is in the shape of a T with adjustable straps to tie down a girls legs on the “T” part. It has two places for wrist restraints. They set it up and Ben thanks Ken and escorts him back out of the house. Ben goes back into the pool area where the doctor has just finished certifying that Madison is indeed clean. He tells Ben that his new slaves are quite beautiful and that his mom would be very proud of him. He then goes and checks on Ben Jr with Tiffani. Ben then tells everybody that he has a new toy for them and that he set it up in the living room. He tells Madison that she is going to be the first one to use it. The all go into the living room and they see the table. Ben then leads Madison over to the table and puts her face first onto the table. He then lifts her left leg and straps it to the table and then her right leg. He then restrains her arms. “Becky can you go get my pills and my cock ring, please?”. She giggles and goes up stairs. “Brooklyn can you get come over here and work on Madison's pussy for a minute? Get her nice and wet” Ben tells her and she runs over and starts working on her slit. Becky comes back with the things Ben asked for and puts his cock ring on and sucks BIG FELLA hard. Ben then tells the girls to stand back. “Watch this ladies” Ben tells them as he pushes BIG FELLA deep inside of her. He is fucking her so hard that he is lifting the table off the floor. Madison is hollering and screaming, she is either in pain or ecstasy. It is anybody's guess, only thing for certain is that Ben is not stopping or letting up. He holds her hips as he continues to throttle her hard and deep. Ben is only getting about ten inches inside of her, he is hitting her cervix with every stroke. He fucks her likes this for a good two hours. All along Becky, Brooklyn and Laurie ask Madison “How do you like your Master? He fucks pretty good does he?”. The most she can do is nod her head. Ben continues his throttling of her pussy pushing deeper into her cervix. “Madison baby you are going to have to take all sixteen inches”. “Becky, call Abigail and have her bring some smelling salts home. I have a feeling we are going to have to revive Madison after awhile” Ben tells her. “OK, Master. We have those stimulants, you want to put a couple in her ass” Becky tells him. “Yes that is a great idea”. Becky goes and gets the stimulants and Ben pushes two into her anus. It takes her ten hours for the stimulants to wear off and another three hours before she finally passes out. Ben has comes five times, always putting his cock ring back on. The revive Madison and give her another stimulant in her ass and her fertility drugs. Ben continues his assault on her cervix and after another two hours he finally breaks through and starts fucking her womb. When all is said and done Ben has fucked Madison for three days, her belly is swollen with all the loads inside of her womb. “So, Madison, you are going to fuck me to death?” Ben asks her. “You are the Master, my body is yours to do with a you choose. But can I take a break? My pussy is really fucking sore” Madison tells her new Master. “What do you think ladies, do you think Madison has completed her pussy training?” Ben asks. “Hell, Master that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. You were literally fucking her off the ground. That is one pounded pussy. She passed” Janet says. “I agree” Becky says. Most of his ladies have a huge smile on their faces. “I am going to go take a shower and go to sleep. I am going to take Madison with me to the shower, Would you like to sleep with me Madison?” Ben asks. “Sleep, yes, more fucking NO, HELL FUCKING NO” is Madison's reply. “Just sleep”. They go upstairs and take a shower and Ben takes his pills and gives Madison her fertility drugs. They then go to the king size bed and lay down in each others arms. “Master, I can get use to this. You are quite handsome and very well built” Madison says as she strokes his chest and arms. She then kisses him full on his lips and then works her way down his chest and stomach. She then picks BIG FELLA up and starts to kiss, lick and suck on him. “Your cock is amazing, Master”. She then deep throats BIG FELLA and starts to get him hard. When BIG FELLA is hard she gets on top and starts to grind down on him taking BIG FELLA all the way inside of her. “Master, I want to sleep with BIG FELLA inside of me”. “Sure thing, do you like your new life, Madison?” Ben asks. “Master, I love my new life with you. I found my calling in being your sex slave. What are you going to do in ten years when I am 46 and old?” Madison wonders. “Madison, I will be 4o and will have fathered countless children by then. I plan on fathering children until I am at least fifty five. That is twenty five years of having sex with beautiful women. My Becky will be 38 then and will probably be a grandmother. As long as you please me, you will never ever have a reason to doubt your place. Just think this time next year you will be a grandmother, hopefully to at least three children. You will also be a mother. There will be plenty to do and plenty of places to see as a family. After Christmas this year we are all going to our compound in the Cayman Islands for at least a month if not more” Ben tells her. They go to sleep and sleep for the next twelve hours. Ben finally wakes up and goes to the bathroom and takes his pills. He goes back to sleep and is awoken later by Brooklyn sucking on BIG FELLA. Ben looks up and says “Good Morning, my sweet little Brooklyn”. Brooklyn takes BIG FELLA out of her throat and tells him “Master, honey it is evening time. You slept for twenty-four hours. I am in need of some BIG FELLA, I need a load of your potent seed in my womb” she then goes back to sucking him and when she has got him completely hard she straddles him and pushes down on BIG FELLA. After about thirty minutes Ben rolls over with Brooklyn still engaged and starts to pound her cervix. He fucks her for a good hour like that before he pushes through her cervix and cums in her womb. They get up and let Madison sleep. Ben goes downstairs with Brooklyn and tells her to get on the table. Ben then straps her legs to the T part that spreads her out, he then put her arms in the restraints and he begins to fuck her long and hard. “Brooklyn, baby I am going to train you on my new fuck table. I am going to fuck your pussy ten times and then your ass ten times before I release you sweetheart” Ben tells her, she turns around and tells her Master “Thank you lover. Pound my pussy baby”. Chapter 14 – Becky's gift to Ben, a fashion show trip to Paris and New York City ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** So far in this series of stories we have: 466 : Number of Pages 276,651 : Number of Words 16,642 : Number of Lines ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** CONSTRUCTIVE IDEAS CAN BE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING EMAIL ADDRESS: [email protected]

I woke up that morning like a king, or maybe just some riddiculously rich guy that shares a bed with two beautiful women. Mom was on my left and my sister was on my right, I thought about being quite happy to wake up this way every day. I gently lifted the duvet and took sight of my naked family, through the night any garments that had remained on their bodies had been shed, now they were just two beautifully naked women. My Mom's ass was pointing directly at me, while Bobbie was sprawled on her back with her arms up behind her head. I'd have taken a picture of both of them if I'd had my phone with me. I glanced at the clock and new that I had ten full minutes to appreciate the pair of them before the alarm went off, I was surprised to be awake at all following last nights adventures. I had taken my sisters virginity, with the help of our Mom of course, it all seemed magical. A week ago I would never have dreamed about being where I was now, and if I had to dream up a fantasy at all it would have involved Faye. Today Faye and I were going to meet at lunch, everything that had gotten us this far would be laid out on the table. Minus a few details of course, but today the final outcome was very much in the palm of her hands. Today was the day it was all going to end. I slipped underneath the duvet and down the bed, somehow managing to not wake either of them up I left the room and went into my own room. I checked myy phone and saw no new messages or calls, I glanced back at the window as I turned to leave the room, Bobbie was standing in my bedroom doorway. Her hair was a little matted and she looked groggy, beautifully naked still, she reached into the sky and stretched. Her nipples went hard as the goosepimples began popping up over her skin. ''What're you doing?'' she asked. ''Just getting ready for a shower, you should do the same.'' I told her, she smiled and closed the gap betwene us with a few steps. He arms wrapped around my waist and mine around her back, I kissed her on the top of her head and she looked up at me with her round blue eyes, ''Thank you for last night.'' she said. ''Dont mention it, it was my pleasure.'' I replied. ''My pleasure too,'' she shot back, ''Maybe we can do that as a family fun night every night.'' she suggested. ''I have no problem with that,'' I told her. It was when she mentioned family fun night I was reminded of my Father. He was still around somewhere, I highly doubted that he had listened to anything I told him. We made our way out of my room just as Mom came out of hers, she had her pink robe on though it was wide open. She looked as tired as Bobbie did. ''What're you guys up to?'' she asked, then in a playful mood Bobbie reached down and cupped my penis in her hand, ''Nothing Mom.'' she replied to her Mother grinning. ''Good.'' Mom told her smiling, ''I'm guna go and make a start on breakfast, you two get showered and dressed.'' she instructed. We both synchronised a ''Okay Mom,'' and headed towards the bathroom. There were no words between us, no hint or suggestion, but without thinking twice we both climbed into the shower together and turned the water on. Coold water rained down on Bobbie's head, quickly transforming her into what looked to be a drowned rat. A drowned rat with granit nipples. Her supple B-cup breasts would soon match Mom's D-cup, and while I looked forward to that day I appreciated the moment. Grabbing the sponge off the side as the water began to warm I poured body wash all over it, I then began to rub the sponge against her skin. The foam began to form and while sponging my sisters back and arms was a new experience, I couldn't wait to start 'cleaning' her breasts. She turned her back to me and was almost leaning against me as I reached around her and began slowly running the sponge across her chest. ''Feels so much better when somebody else does it.'' she told me, I ran the sponge carefully around each of her breasts, before slipping down to her stomach. She let out a little moan as the soap began to run down to her more sensitive area. ''This shower isn't the only thing making me wet and warm, Doc.'' she said. I smiled to myself as I felt my cock stifen up against her back, she slipped her arm behind her back and I felt her hand wrap around me. She tilted her head to the side and looked at me, we kissed for a moment as the sponge fell from my hand. My hand slid all over her body, tweaking her nipples as she moaned into my mouth, I then wasted no more time and allowed my hand to drop to her clitoris. Her moan turned to a gasp as I cupped her by her tight little pussy. ''I want you to fuck me, right here in the shower.'' she whipsered in pleasure. I didn't have the power to tell her no anymore, we had come too far and the seal had been broken. I put my free hand on her shoulder and bent her over, she reached out to the surrounding wall to support herself as I began teasing her pussy with the helmet of my cock. ''You ready for this, little sister?'' I asked her playfully. ''Oh god yes,'' she moaned. There was enough soapsuds to act as a lube, I slowly began to push my way into her, feeling the tighteness of her recently removed virginity. I felt her clamp around my cock, I ran a hand up her back to sooth and relax her while at the same time pushing further into her. Her head came up and her back arched a little, I was a couple of inches away from balls deep, I knew it was far more than she could take so I stopped it there and slowly began withdrawing, she backed up against me a little, almost as if she was scared to loose what she had inside of her, I slid back into her and repeated the process. She began panting heavily, her moans got louder each time I pushed into her. She even reached back and pulled at her ass cheek, ''Fuck me, yes,'' she panted. I reached under her and cupped one of her breasts, she removed her hand from her buttock and held mine against her breast. My thrusting started to pick up pace now, the water was running down her back and splashing between the pair of us, I could feel my balls tighten with each sound that came out of her mouth. I knew that wherever Mom was in the house she knew what was going on, she probably expected it to. ''Doc, you're going to make me cum,'' she moaned, my hand left her breast and reached down between her legs. I began rubbing her clitoris as I pumped her vagina full of cock, the results were amazing. She began bucking uncontrollably and her moans of pleasure turned into a long begging scream. She came with what I could only imagine to be one of the most intense orgasm's she will ever have. It was certainly the one she will remember the most. Her legs quivered before she slowly sank down to the shower floor, I began tugging on my cock and it wasn't long before I held her by her hair and pulled her head backward, spraying her face with string after string of my man milk. ''You okay baby sis?'' I asked her, she looked up at me with a face full of cum and her two beautiful blue eyes and nodded her head, ''That was,'' she began and then paused, ''amazing. My legs won't stop shaking.'' ''You'll be fine in a minute,'' I told her smiling, ''Let me help you get cleaned off, you can stay where you are.'' I offered. ''Good,'' she replied, ''Because I can't move.'' As soon as I started making my way downstairs the smell of pancakes hit me, I zipped into the kitchen and saw a fesh stack on the table waiting for me. I moved over to Mom who was finishing up her own plate and kissed her on the cheek. ''I love you Mom.'' I told her. She smiled and turned her head to return the kiss, ''I love you too baby, now eat up because you're going to be late.'' A few minutes later Bobbie walked into the kitchen, ''Bobbie,'' Mom began, ''I don't think you've ever spent so long in the shower. Must have bee a good one.'' she said smiling and throwing me a wink. ''Best shower I've ever had Mom,'' Bobbie replied kissing her on the cheek as she sat down. We ate breakfast as a family, and at this point it could be said that we now did everything as a family. I wouldn't have it any other way, either. The school morning was dragging more than usual, maybe it was because I couldn't wait to meet Faye at lunch, or maybe it was because Zak had been chewing at my ear all morning about how I ditched him. ''There's a lot going on at home right now,'' I told him, ''So stop crying.'' ''I'm not crying, my overbearing Aunt had to help me get that achievement. My damn Auntie!'' he shot back. ''I thought you liked your Aunt.'' I reminded him, he had always had a thing for her. Maybe it was down to him having a thing for anything with breasts, but he would always tell me how hot she was. ''I do like her, but when I have to concentrate on a clean infiltration and she's all about showing me her latest tattoo, wwhat am I supposed to do?'' he asked. ''What tattoo?'' I asked, ''I thought she was getting new boobs.'' ''She did, and then she got some kind of bird underneath them, like the one under Rhianna's boobs.'' he told me. I nodded my head smiling because I knew what it was like to look at a member of your family like that. The difference here though was that his Auntie was just two years older than him and had been sexually teasing him like this for years. ''So did she show you her new boobs?'' I asked. ''No, she just lifted her top up high enough to give me the under-boob and a look at her tattoo. Aparantly she doesn't need to wear a bra anymore. I swear man, if I didn't know any better, I would honest to god punch her in the mouth with my cock.'' he said. The dinnerbell finally rang and I told him I would catch up with him as soon as I dropped off some over due homework. My heart began racing as I made my way through a mass of people heading the opposite way I was. I pushed open the twin doors that led to the field and began looking for her, I had a feeling that I knew where she might be though. There was a break in the bushes at the far end of the field, it led to a completely enclosed area out of view from anyone on field patrol. Kids would go there to smoke cigarettes among other things, I made my way towards what we all referred to as the blind spot. I wasn't surprised to see her there waiting for me. She had her arms folded and didn't look impressed to see me, which was strange considering that she had invited me. ''You fucked my mother.'' she spat. You ever heard the expression 'a deer in headlights'? Well that didn't begin to explain the expression that swept over my face. She produced the voice recorder that I had planted in her Mom's room and it all dawned on me, it had recorded everything. I remembered Pamela walking towards me, after stupidly taking a viagra I was a lamb to be slaughtered. She came towards me and began unfastening my trousers, before I could have a second thought she had freed my seven inch cock and dropped to her knees. She didn't need to use her hands, my hard cock wasn't exactly a moving target. She opened her mouth and took about six inches of me without batting an eye lid. Her eyes met mine as her head began bobbing backward and forward, her hair was tied up in a loose bun and I couldn't wait to get my hands on it, so i placed my hand on top of her head and released her flowing red hair. She shook it a little before taking me back into her mouth, her right breast became exposed and I got a look at her lightly freckled flesh and pink nipple. I tried to picture the exact same breast on Faye, but all that was in my head was Pamela. I grabbed a fistful of her red locks and pulled her to her feet, she had a look of lustful excitement about her as our lips momentarily met. I threw her onto the bed and couldn't believe for a moment what I was doing, it was as though an animal had over taken me. She had a smile on her face as she pulled up the dress, her vagina was clean shaven and it took me around two seconds to bury my face into her. Her back instantaniously rose up off the bed while her head was at full tilt. ''Oh my fucking god yes,'' she cried, she grabbed me by the hair then and pulled up up to her, ''I want your cock so fucking bad.'' she told me. Her legs were wide open, knees were bent and her heels buried into the bed. I pushed my way inside of her and slipped in to the hilt. Her jaw dropped and her eyes bulged as her head dropped back down, I pulled open her dress exposing both of her breasts. They were perfection personified, I began thrusting in and out of her with as much force as I could muster, causing both breasts to swing up and down, her nipples were hard and on the move, I tried catching one in my mouth as she moaned and begged me for more. We fucked like animals all over her bedroom, every word exchanged, every sound that was made between us was turned up on the voice recorder. Faye stood there staring a hole right through me as I looked at her feeling nohing but shame. ''I'm sorry.'' I told her, it was the only words I could find. She stopped the recording and took a step towards me, ''I know what she can be like,'' she told me, ''And I'm sure you had no other choice.'' When she said that, I was swept away with a wave of confusion. There's no way she could be okay with me fucking her mother. She hated her Mom and what she and her Father had been doing to her. ''When I heard this the first time, I couldn't actually believe it. I was so angry with you, I never wanted to speak to you or see you again.'' she told me, ''Then I listened to it again, and I was picturing it. And while I was picturing it, I started getting into it.'' she said. Was she serious? I wondered, was she really telling me that she was getting off listening to me and her Mother fuck like rabbits? ''I listened to it again, and again, and again. I had to, I felt addicted. Part of me began to wish that I had asked you to plant a video recorder instead of a voice recorder.'' she said as she took another step towards me. She was almost nose to nose with me now, her school skirt fluttered in the wind and her hair billowed with it. ''I knew that today Mom would be at yoga and Dad at work, so I went home before coming to school. I listened to everything through my earphones, I've been sat here in the blinspot since school started listening to what you and my Mom did.'' ''So, you...'' I began, but was unable to find the right word to finish the sentence. ''The only way I could sttop listening to it, was to--'' she stopped herself and turned away, ''finger myself. So there it is, I orgasmed listening to you and my Mother fuck each other stupid.'' she confessed. I wanted to take her in my arms, to comfort her somehow. She had found her kink, she was just beginning the journey of sexual self discovery, a journey I had began when I first started sleeping with my Mother. ''And it was after you and Mom, that It recorded the most important thing.'' she said. ''What important thing?'' I asked her, she turned back to face me and pressed play on the recorder. She had to wind it on a little while before she got to it. It was the voice of two males talking, two very familiar voices. ''What the hell are you doing? You look a mess.'' said the first voice, which after a few moments I realised was Faye's Father. ''How much longer am I going to have to wait, you remember the deal we made.'' said the second voice, who I quickly identified as my Father. ''I didn't think you would be stupid enough to fuck things up with your family! Why the hell did you walk out on them anyway? That wasn't part of the deal. How the hell am I going to get mine now?'' He demanded. ''I'll make it right don't you worry chief, I'll go over there tonight. I'll go in the back way and through the back door, I'll make things up with Liz and we'll be back on track.'' Dad told him. ''Yeah sure, providing you don't get shit faced before hand.'' ''Don't get brave now boy, I'll smash you in the mouth before smashing that daughter of yours.'' Dad threatened. And then came the kind of response from Faye's Father that would turn your blood cold, ''You ain't touching Faye, until you present me with the ass of your Bobbie.'' Faye stopped the recording, I was in shock as I struggled to understand what I had heard. ''They made a deal, Doc,'' she said, ''A sick, twisted daughter exchange.'' ''We have to do something,'' I told her, ''We need to go to the police or something.'' I said, I felt sick inside. The thought of her Dad going after my sister made me want to puke. What would Mom say? ''We're going to burrn them.'' she told me. For the longest time she had carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, after finding the video camera footage of her Mom and Dad drugging and abusing her, everything was on her. But now it seemed that karma was taking something from me too. Because while I have been somewhat innocent in this whole mess, she would never have known any of it was going on if I hadn't planted the camera in the first place. And now Bobbie was in the line of fire too. Prey to a sexual predator that bargained his own daughter for another mans. Part of me wishes that I had ended it last night when my drunken father stumbled into the back yard. I wanted him to go away for good, to be out of our lives. I could have killed him, and now I wish I had. But that was before I knew what he had done and what he was planning to do. Faye was a hacker, she could do anything when it came to the media we had. The video and now the voice recording all combined together would be a damning package to anyone. ''What are you thinking?'' I asked her. She took a step towards me and without warning she kissed me. The lips I had spent what felt like an eternity desiring were know locked with mine. My hand came up to touch her but I resisted the urge. I wanted this to be what it was, a longing romance that had finally broken into intimacy. Her lips tasted of blueberry and her perfume filled my nostrils, my blood began warming up. The kiss seemed to come with it's own pheromones. She broke away and smiled, ''I've wanted to do that for a while.'' she told me. I returned the smile, though it felt more like a goofy grin, ''You and me both.'' I told her. ''I suppose I really should of thanked you sooner,'' she said. ''Thanked me for what?'' I asked. ''For putting your Nanny-cam in my room.'' she answered.

'Knock, knock, knock'. "Yes?" I called out as I lay in bed casually stroking my cock, like I did most mornings. "Frank. I'm making breakfast," My youngest son Robert's wife asked, "Do you want some?" "I'd love some!" I replied and rubbed even faster, "I'll be ready in a minute." "It'll be hot on the table in 10 minutes!" She laughed, as I immediately conjured up an image of her big tits bouncing and wobbling as she noisily went downstairs. Robert and Marie had moved in with me two months after selling their flat and intending to buy a new house about 15 miles from my home. She is a real livewire; 22, short and chubby with big wobbly tits and an arse to match. She has a mouth on her too -- swears like a Trooper. I like her a lot as she has a great (dirty) sense of humour. As Marie was made redundant at Christmas; she stays at home all day and wanders around in her PJ's which are basically a baggy t-shirt and shorts. Some days she wears a bra -- others not; just letting those puppies swing like nature intended. I finished my wank as quickly as possible; alternating fantasies between Marie and a married woman called Crystal from my local pub that I'd been shagging a couple of months previously. Sadly her husband had become suspicious and I'd had to cool things which was a pity as she was a right dirty mare. Robert is 27 and has an elder brother; Raymond who is 30 and married to Debra. They have 4 year old twins, Jeffrey and Michael. Both sons take after their mother; slightly built and very bright; with both lads going to University. I'm just over 6ft tall and built to match. I worked down the mines for a few years after leaving school then as security on the doors of a couple of dodgy nightclubs before starting my own haulage company that I sold just after my divorce from their mother 5 years ago. I've always liked the ladies and my ex-wife finally got sick of my antics; divorcing me and getting half of the very profitable company. Ray manages a DIY shop and lives with his family on the other side of town. How he got together with Debra I'll never know. His wife is very sexy, slim and pretty with bright copper coloured hair and manages an Estate Agency. My ex never liked her as she thought that Debra was ruthlessly ambitious and dominates Raymond in each and every way; which is a trait that I actually liked. We had grown to be friends over the years; with me offering advice on a couple of household and career problems. Debra was always relaxed in my company and occasionally at family gatherings linked arms with me while walking to the car or whatever. I'd always had my suspicions about her behaviour outside of her marriage and was pretty sure that she'd had at least two affairs in the last couple of years. A friend who owns a couple of bars in town told me that he'd seen her with a guy he knew a couple of times and I overheard one of my sons friends bragging at a Wedding that he had given 'her a right good seeing to' a couple of times and 'she sucked harder than a vacuum cleaner'. I didn't say anything at the time but gave him a couple of digs to the chin later in the evening and warned him about spreading such rumours. Both of these events intrigued me and I found myself rummaging through her underwear drawer whenever I was babysitting. My discoveries impressed me and I made a mental note that my son was a lucky man. Because of the husband's suspicions and my son moving back home I hadn't had sex in six weeks. At 52 and divorced I sometimes worry that 'if I don't use it, it will stop working'; hence my wanking once or twice every day. But not getting any real sex was driving me crazy. Marie wandering around the house in her skimpies until lunchtime then wearing loose t-shirts and short skirts wasn't helping either. As usual Robert had gone to work and Marie was only wearing a baggy blue sleeveless vest and loose pyjama shorts when I walked into the kitchen. I sat at the table fully aware that my dick was still semi-erect. Marie handed me a plate of bacon and eggs then turned to do some washing up. I couldn't take my eyes off her luscious arse as she washed the pans in the sink. We playfully chatted as I ate breakfast with my daughter in law stretching to put the dishes away giving me a great view of her ample arse then she bent over to put the pans away; tempting me to pull her pants down. But thankfully I resisted. She was a real prick tease -- I'd seen her behaving in a similar way when my son was around; especially in the pub when his friends from the football team were around. She always wore short skirts and tops that emphasised her cleavage and certainly wasn't afraid to bend over letting his pals get a free view down her top or up her skirt. When they first moved in I heard them fucking like bunnies every night -- Marie was very vocal! But that had not been as noticeable in the last few weeks. Probably because Raymond was now working long hours; leaving at 6.30 in the morning and not arriving home until after 8 at night. It didn't take a rocket scientist to work out that she wasn't getting any and was now as horny as me. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful apart from Marie not putting a bra on and her nipples sticking out like puppies' noses through her sweatshirt. Even when I popped out to the pub in the afternoon my dick never got any smaller than semi status all day. A couple of days went by in a similar vein then on the Thursday morning Marie knocked on the bedroom door as usual and called out that breakfast would be ready in 5 minutes. "Okay," I shouted back innocently enough, "I'll just be a couple of minutes." "You'll wear that bloody thing out if you're not careful!" My daughter in law laughed out loud. "Cheeky bugger!" I called back as I threw the sheets off to admire my big cock. I keep myself trim for a man my age and have a cock any man would be proud of -- just over 8 inches long and quite thick. It's seen a lot of action over the years and had been the cause of my divorce as I never could keep it in its holster. With her comment still fresh in my mind I didn't finish the job off and decided to keep it for later. I pulled on a pair of jogging pants and grabbed a t-shirt before going to the bathroom for a quick pee and a wash. My dick was still swinging uncomfortably in the loose joggers when I walked into the kitchen. "Well, well, well!" I whistled when I saw that my young daughter in law was only wearing a black ribbed vest that was only just keeping her puppies in place and a pair of red lacy French knickers or boy-shorts as the young people call them were peaking out at the bottom. "What?" She giggled as she turned to face me with my plate in her hands. "I was just admiring the view." I grinned and sat down; adjusting the old fella under the table. Marie put the plate in front of me then walked to the fridge to get some milk for my coffee. Her black vest allowed a clear view of her massive tits from all directions and as she bent over at the fridge the vest rode up at the back giving me a perfect view of her lace covered arse and I swear I could see some fur in the gap between her legs; but it could have been a shadow. When she turned with the milk the vest had hitched a bit at the front too exposing a couple of inches of see-thru lace and through it I could definitely see her dark bush. "Shit!" The chubby hotty grinned when she saw me staring and pulled the vest down to cover her pants but it meant that even more cleavage was now on show. "If only I wasn't your father in law." I beamed as one of her tits nearly fell out of the arm hole. "What's that got to do with anything?" The plump minx grinned as she placed her hands on her hips and jiggled her big tits, "I won't tell if you won't." I arched my eyebrow in a quizzical fashion and didn't say a word. Marie shrugged her shoulders and smiled again. "He's never here to take care of me and I know you're always knocking hell out of that thing, so why not?" She nonchalantly said as she slipped her hand inside her pants. "Are you sure about this?" I asked as I swung my legs from under the table so she could see the bulge in my pants. "If that's as big as I think it is...then yes." She beamed, "Definitely!" I stroked my stiffening cock as she lifted her t-shirt up and over her head . "What a pair of beauties!" I whistled as she dropped the vest on the floor. "Do you think so?" Marie giggled as she squeezed them and lifted one to her mouth to suck the nipple while sliding her other hand back down the front of her red knickers. "In for a penny -- in for a pound!" I thought and pulled my dick out of the joggers. Marie's eyes widened and immediately twinkled. "What are you going to do with this then?" I asked as I waved it from side to side. "Jesus Frank!" Marie chuckled as she stepped closer; "where was Robbie when they were handing those out?" Without asking she quickly dropped to her knees and bent forward to take hold of my dick. I playfully grabbed her hair and slapped her face with it; making her giggle. My young daughter in law then shuffled forward and opened her mouth. I tugged her hair forcing her head back a little and her mouth opened as she squeaked. I guided a couple of inches past her lips then let her do the rest. She was very good. She gobbled and sucked my stiffening rod like the cock hungry tart she was. It was an image I'll never forget as I looked down to see my 22 year old daughter in law greedily sucking on 3 or 4 inches of my big swollen cock. My balls were soon swelling up and she sensed that I wouldn't last much longer so she began squeezing my balls very tightly then popped my cock out her mouth and smothered it with her tits. I must have been around old women too long as I'd forgotten how firm young tits could be. After a couple of good shakes with her mammories I clung onto my chair and was soon spurting cum all over. Some splashed on her chin and the rest slopped across her lily white tits. "Oooh, Frank!" The minx grinned, "There's ever such a lot! Have you been saving it up just for little old me?" I didn't answer and just sat still getting my breath back as she made the last few drops ooze out by pressing her tits together with her forearms and moving up and down. Content that there was no juice left she let go of her grip and began rubbing the spunk into her skin making it shine in the morning light. "Now then; you naughty man." Marie giggled as she stood up, "What are you going to do for me?" "This'll not be hard again for a while." I replied, slightly disappointed at the thought of not being able to fuck my pretty daughter in law. "Can't you think of anything else you can do to pleasure me?" The young girl smiled as she pulled her pants down her fat legs then walked. Naked into the living room. I pulled my joggers and t-shirt off and followed; with my dick swinging. Marie was already lying on the sofa with one ankle on the back and her legs wide apart showing me her glistening pink gash in among all of her dark pubic hair. "It won't lick itself!" My daughter in law chuckled as she licked her spunk covered fingers. I a second my face was between her legs and my tongue running along her slit. Marie purred her pleasure. I was soon lapping her juices up and flicking my tongue across her protruding clit. "Oh yes, yes, yes Frank!" She gasped as I slid a long finger into her twat and sucked on her flaps. Every time my finger was pressing against the back of her fanny she growled and pressed even harder against my face. "You dirty old man!" Marie grunted at one stage, "I hope you've been thinking about me when you're wanking!" I carried on chewing her flaps and clit while finger fucking her. "I've wanted you to fuck me ever since I moved." I couldn't say anything as I had a mouthful of sweaty young pussy. My fingers were soon working overtime; especially pressing on the membrane separating her pussy from her arse which seemed to really turn her on. "I've been fucking waiting fucking weeks for you to fuck me rigid with that big fucking cock!" As best I could, I twisted my hand so my little finger touched her arsehole while the middle finger went in her pussy as deep as possible. My tongue was a blur as I licked her clit. "You dirty fucker!" Marie panted as my finger eased into her dirt box, "Leave my fucking arse alone!" I hoped she didn't mean it and pushed harder until both knuckles of the finger were in her shit hole. "Aaaaaggghhh you bastard......Ooooohhhh....aaaaaggghhhh.....you bastard I'm ......cumming!" She screamed as she grabbed my ears and her pussy began squirting onto my face as my fingers pummelled her two holes. Marie took quite a few seconds to calm down and regain her breathing; keeping me jammed between her legs all the time. She eventually relaxed her grip and let me free. I stood up and my cock immediately sprang to attention; making her grin from ear to ear. "Which way?" I asked as I scratched my bollocks. "Which way?" She repeated as she stretched and pulled her fanny flaps apart to show me her bright pink gash. "Which way do you want to get fucked?" I beamed. "Doggy?" The dirty minx laughed as she rolled onto her knees until she was gripping the back of the sofa and her plump arse was waving in the air. I placed a hand on her hip and guided my cock between the flabby cheeks until it touched dampness. Guessing she liked it hard and rough; I jammed it all in with one hard push making her shriek out. "You BASTARD!" She howled. "That fucking hurts!" I grabbed a swinging tit with my free hand and began banging away like a rabid dog. Marie was in her element -- screaming and swearing as I pounded her hot snatch with my fat 8 inches. "Harder Frank! Fuck me harder you horny old bastard!" She screeched as my cock bottomed out, "Harder you bastard....harder!" I obliged as best I could; eventually letting go of her tit so I could get a better purchase by grabbing her hips. My cock was gliding in and out with more venom than I'd used in a long time. As she swore louder and dirtier I began slapping her flabby arse on each inward stroke making he scream even louder! After a couple of minutes I had to slow down or I could have had a heart attack! I slowly plunged my cock in as deep as possible and began stroking her arsehole. "You dirty fucker!" Marie panted and chuckled as I pushed an inch or so of my middle finger past her sphincter, "You don't think I'm going to let you fuck my arse, do you?" "Yep," I told her as I pushed it in even deeper making her giggle, "It looks well used already." "It is; but you'll split it in two with that fucking thing!" She grinned as she peeped over her shoulder. "So; NO!" I nodded as I got my second wind and began thrusting as hard and fast as possible; replacing my finger with my thumb in her arsehole. The sofa was now rocking and rolling while I began spanking her again. Her arse cheeks were soon red raw and I couldn't hold back any longer......one deep hard thrust and I spewed my spunk deep inside my daughter in law's pussy. I clung on for dear life as my balls emptied for the second time in an hour. Pleased with my work I slowly pulled my cock out; leaving her young cunt slightly stretched; so much so my spunk seeped out as she vigorously rubbed her clit until she came with a loud gasp. We collapsed into each others arms for a few minutes until Marie got up to go to make a cup of tea on her way to the bathroom. She was in her element with all of the attention as I spent the rest of the day fondling her tits and grabbing her luscious arse through her jeans. The next two weeks were taken up with pretty much the same scenario -- Robert would go leave for work at about 7 am then Marie would come to my bed at about 7.15. We were fucking and sucking like love struck teenagers; occasionally with me jamming her dildo up her arse while I fucked her pussy... she loved that. More often than not we'd fuck in the afternoon too -- usually in the living room or kitchen. It was about that time they finally completed the purchase of the house near his workplace so Marie and I decorated it before they moved in. On her last morning living in my home; Marie climbed into my bed as soon as my son left for work. We kissed and fondled for ages; with me managing to get four fingers up her soaking snatch while she sucked my cock. "Wait there." She panted after about half an hour, "I've got to get something." Tits bouncing she skipped back to her bedroom; quickly returning with a pot of Vaseline and a big dildo. "You've waited long enough!" My daughter in law giggled as she took the top off the jar and handed it to me before getting onto her hands and knees. I duly obliged and smeared the stuff onto her tight brown hole then along my straining cock. "Does Robbie like a bit of backdoor action?" I asked as I easily slid two fingers into her tight hole. "Fuck no!" She panted as my fingers got up to the second knuckle; "he won't go near it.....says it's dirty." "My last boyfriend loved it though; but he wasn't half as big as you!" She chuckled as I pulled my fingers out. I laughed and pulled her arse cheeks apart then carefully lined my knob up against the twinkling hole. "Have you done this before?" She nervously asked as the knob stretched the sphincter. "Oh yes." I confirmed as I kept pushing forward, "I love sending married women home with an arse of spunk!" "Oh my God!" Marie began panting as my cock began to feel some resistance. "Just relax baby." I whispered as I withdrew a couple of inches; then pushed again until about six inches was up her chute. "Is that better?" My daughter in law was silent but nodded her head as she clung onto the head board. I was slow and forceful for a minute or two then; as she relaxed began fucking her arse faster and faster making my sons wife scream and squeal with painful pleasure. Bumming my pretty daughter in law was the horniest thing I'd done in years and made my balls ache. I knew that I wasn't going to last very long so made the best of it by puling her up by her huge tits and began thrusting like a Jack Russell -- short and sharp until my balls tightened and my spunk shot out like a silver bullet. I rolled off her and lay flat on my back gasping for air as Marie curled into a ball with her hands stuffed between her legs. As I regained my breath Marie picked up the dildo; "Do you want to do this for me?" She asked and slid it up her glistening cunt until it was fully buried.. "I'll just watch the show if you don't mind." I grinned. "Lazy twat!" She giggled as she began fucking herself and rubbing her clit for what seemed an age. I helped by kneading and sucking her tits until she came with a huge gasp. With Robert and Marie now living on the other side of town and my daughter in law finally getting a job; the house seemed empty with just me rattling about; but it also meant that I could start inviting married lady friends around again; which was a treat after being 'loyal' to my daughter in law for the last few months. After bumming Marie I was desperate to do it again and so was she judging from the text messages she was sending every day. It took some organising but we arranged to meet at my house on a Saturday afternoon while my son was fishing with some friends about 100 miles away. She was hardly over the threshold when her knickers were off and I was soon licking her freshly shaved pussy on the sofa. After I'd made her cum twice she returned the compliment by sucking my dick and swallowing the whole lumpy lot. Still naked we went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Marie was drinking hers as I fingered her bald cunt when I heard the front door open. "Shit!" "Fuck!" Our clothes were still in the living room so I grabbed a tea towel to cover my embarrassment and poked my head around the kitchen door when my other daughter in law called out. "Frank! It's only me." "Oh, hi Debra." I nervously replied as our eyes met. Debra smiled then her face contorted as she realised that I was nervously poking my head and shoulders around the door. "Frank?" The copper haired beauty asked, "Have I....called at a.....bad time?" "Sort of." I replied; flustered and raised my eyebrows. "Oh." She playfully grimaced as the scenario in the kitchen dawned on her. "I'll, Ehm...leave you to....ahem....get on with it." Her face was a picture as she grinned and winked at me. "Ok, I'll....ahem (cough)....ring you later." I gulped as Marie cupped my bollocks from behind. Still grinning Debra gave me a little wave then turned to leave. As she turned the handle she stopped dead in her tracks. "But.....Marie's car is on the drive." She slowly exhaled as she turned to face me; her face suddenly breaking into a mischievous grin. Not knowing what to say I pulled a face like a naughty schoolboy who'd forgotten his homework. "Frank!" She hissed as she marched towards me, "Marie! Are you in there?" "Debra, sweetheart." I stepped out to stop her with one arm outstretched and the other manfully hiding my stiff dick with the tea towel. "It's not what it looks like....I can explain." My daughter in law was now standing next to me and trying to open the kitchen door but my foot and shoulder were holding it closed. Debra was now face was so close to mine as she shoved the door with her shoulder I could smell the nicotine on her breath. "You....you....you haven't heard the last of this!" She laughed and poked me in my hairy chest with her bright pink manicured fingernail; leaving a red mark. Debra then turned on her spike heels and clomped down the passageway only stopping to point her finger at me again; a twinkle in her eyes as she clashed the door closed. When I was sure Debra wasn't coming back I turned to see Marie sitting at the table breaking her heart. Obviously the mood was no longer conducive to anal sex with my youngest daughter in law! We got dressed in silence and I assured her that I would sort things out with Debra and no one would get hurt. Debra didn't reply to any of the messages or texts that I sent over the next two days, leaving me a little bit worried and Marie paranoid. To be continued...

The Daring Naughty Sleepover 6 (ff, Mff, exhibitionist, voyeur) Summary – Cindy and Stacy start their new job cleaning for Mr. Wilson. Previous Chapter Summary – The two young girls continue their naughty sleepover. Teasing boys and putting on a nighttime show for their neighbor, Mr. Wilson. Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don't be a dick with other people's lives! “Ding Dong!” … “Ding Dong!” … “Who the fuck is ringing the doorbell this early?” Cindy asked, putting down her toast. She was sitting at the kitchen counter with her friend Stacy. The two sexy teenagers were wearing only their panties, knowing they still had some time alone before their daring, naughty, sleepover came to an end. “Could it be your mom and dad already?” Stacy asked. She tried to cover her cone shaped breasts with her arms, but one large protruding nipple escaped. “No, definitely not. They wouldn’t ring the bell, silly.” Cindy dismissed the thought, thinking of all the new skimpy clothes, shoes, lingerie, and sex toys laying on the floor of her bedroom. She stood up quickly, making her large, soft, breasts jiggle slightly. She covered he tits as best she could and walked to the living room to peek out of the window. Stacy followed her, hunched over low, trying to remain unseen. “It’s Mr. Wilson!” Cindy said, peering through the curtains. “OMG!” “What the fuck is he doing here?” asked Stacy. “Probably wants to look at our tits again,” Cindy said, straighten up with relief. “Just a second!” she yelled loudly. “Stacy,” she hissed, “Let’s go get on some clothes, quick!” Stacy stood still, unmoved. “It’s Mr. Wilson, Cindy,” Stacy said. “He’s seen your big, fat, tits more times than your momma.” “Oh yeah, you’re right!” Cindy said. Then she added, “He’s seen a lot more than my big, fat, titties!” She cupped her large, soft breasts, remembering Stacy fucking her with the strap-on last night while he spied on them. Cindy’s next door neighbor, Mr. Wilson, was a kind, older man who had lost his wife years ago. They had recently agreed to a business proposition where they would clean his house and get paid extravagantly for it - if they let him look at their tight young bodies while dressed in their sexy new clothes. All the new stuff in Cindy’s room was purchased on his credit card, and last night they had put on a very special show for him with the promise of even more money. It was only yesterday morning, about this same time, when he had his first view of the two, sexy teenage girls. They were naked and thought they were invisible behind the large picture window facing the street. Then, he caught them walking around dressed like cheap sluts and whores and ended up driving them to the mall, with the promise of new clothes, while the two young teenagers flashed him their tits and naked pussies. The girls liked his lecherous attention; it made them feel sexy and desirable, and it gave them a thrill and a sense of feminine power, knowing they could give men and boys hard-ons whenever they wanted to (and, they always wanted to). Cindy and Stacy walked to the door and opened it wide; uninhibited, and proudly showing off their young bodies. Mr. Wilson looked at the gorgeous teenagers a moment before quickly stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Stacy toyed with her nipples while smiling at him. They had already earned a couple hundred dollars each from him, plus all stuff from the mall, and she wanted to keep him happy. Chuck smiled back at her, looked at her gorgeous tits, then Cindy’s. He cleared his throat. “Your mom and dad wanted me to check up on you guys. They’ve been trying to reach you all morning, Cindy.” “I didn’t hear my phone ringing. Oh no! Where’s my phone, Stacy?” Cindy asked, panicked. While she went to look for it, Stacy dialed her number using her own phone. Cindy heard it buzzing from the couch cushions. “Oh, there it is!” she said, relieved. “I remember now. I tossed it after the phone call with Kevin!” “Who’s Kevin?” Mr. Wilson asked. He was curious. He didn’t think they were allowed to have boyfriends. “Just a boy at school,” Cindy said, avoiding the topic. “We pranked called him last night, Mr. Wilson,” Stacy said, playing with her big, fat nipples again until they were hard. “We got him to jack-off over the phone… again…,” she said coyly. “Stacy!” Cindy said. “It’s only Mr. Wilson. He’s cool,” Stacy said. “Right, Mr. Wilson?” “Call me Chuck, or Uncle Chuck,” he reminded them. “Yeah, I’m cool.” “Wanna know what else we did?” Stacy asked. “Stacy…,” warned Cindy. “We gave the pizza delivery guy a boner!” Stacy exclaimed. “And the Chinese food guy!” “On purpose?” Chuck asked. “Of course,” Stacy said. “It’s fun giving guys boners!” Cindy added, now toying with her nipples too. “You girls are something else,” Mr. Wilson chuckled. “You’ve given me a lot of them.” These two teenagers were going to be a lot of fun. “Oh, I spoke to your mother, Cindy. She said it was OK with her if you clean my house for me. I lied and told her I paying you guys $20 a week, each. She thought it was too much, but I insisted, especially with doing my laundry and walking my dog.” “Thanks Chuck!” Cindy gave Mr. Wilson a kiss on the cheek. Stacy followed. Mr. Wilson gave them both an affectionate hug, feeling their firm, youthful, nakedness pressed against him. He sighed when they pulled away. Both girls looked down at his crotch and stared. He was sporting a very noticeable bulge. They grinned at each other. Cindy never noticed how good looking Chuck was before, eying him up and down. His stomach was flat, he had firm muscles, a nice dick, and the little bit of grey at his temples made him look very handsome and distinguished. “Oh, speaking of boners, thanks for the show last night,” he said, looking each girl with his eyes sparkling. Cindy blushed. Stacy beamed. Stacy wanted to get him harder. “Do we get a tip, Uncle Chuck?” Stacy asked, flicking her nipples and then rubbing her crotch. “A bit, fat, tip…?” Mr. Wilson considered that he would love to give them both a big, fat, dick, as he stared at Stacy. She was ready for some hard dick, he thought. She was so daring, sexual, and loved to tease. Then, he composed himself. He reached into his back pocket. “Of course you do! Here!” He flashed them a thick wad of bills. “Thanks for the great show!” He said, as he peeled off $500 in crisp $100 bills. “You two were fantastic!” “Wow!” Stacy said. “Holy fuck, Uncle Chuck!” Cindy exclaimed. “What else can we do for you, Uncle Chuck?” Stacy smiled coyly. Cindy knew there were a whole lot of things Uncle Chuck might want them to do. “Well, how about cleaning my house, for starters, like we talked about? Your folks won’t be home until late this afternoon, so come over about lunchtime. Bring any of the new things you want to hide from your parents and you can stash them at my place.” “Can we earn another tip?” Stacy asked, wetting her finger and tracing around her nipples and then blowing on them until they were even harder. Her nipples where huge and taut, sitting on top of her small cone shaped breasts like big, sweet, cherries. “Absolutely,” Chuck said. “Like I told you before, I have plenty of money, but no pretty girls to look at and share it with.” Stacy walked over to Cindy and began bouncing Cindy’s fat breasts up and down. “Stacy!” Cindy hissed, trying to push her away. Stacy giggled and pinched Cindy’s nipples. Cindy sighed, put down her arms and let Stacy show off for Uncle Chuck. Her titties flopped, bounced and jiggled. Chuck smiled. Cindy winked at him and blew him a kiss. The girls knew they were having an effect on him. Two sexy, young, girls dressed only in their panties? They looked down at his crotch and discovered his cock was fully hard in his pants now. It was big and fat, snaking down his left leg. “Ok, see you at noon!” he said, reluctant to leave. “Oh, and call your parents – both of you. Stacy, if you need a ride home or anything, let me know.” He left and closed the door behind him. “Did you see the size of his dick?” Cindy asked her friend. “It was like, this big!” she held out her hands, estimating his size. “It’s even bigger up close!” Stacy squealed. “Boner number thirteen! Or is it fourteen?” “I forget,” Cindy said, “There has been so many boners lately!” “That’s a good thing, right?” Stacy said. “Right!” They giggled. After finishing their breakfast, they called their parents, hung out a while, and then packed their stuff. They took another long shower together, dried their hair, and put on some fresh make-up. Then, it was almost time to visit Mr. Wilson. ”What should we wear?” Stacy asked. “Well, if we are really going to clean, something sensible. If we are just going over there to give Uncle Chuck another hard-on, we should wear something sexy.” She thought about it some more. “Just put on some sexy underwear for now,” Cindy decided. “We can change when we get there.” “That should give him another boner,” Stacy said, imagining her and Cindy changing in front of Mr. Wilson. She was already getting wet. The girls walked next door carrying their bags and rang the doorbell. Mr. Wilson quickly answered and invited the girls inside his home. Cindy and Stacy smiled at him, feeling a little embarrassed about what they were going to do. Mr. Wilson made them feel very comfortable and safe, showed them around his house and then led them to his spare bedroom overlooking Cindy’s bedroom window. “Wow, what a view!” Stacy said, peering out the window and looking down onto Cindy’s bedroom. Her bed was perfectly framed below the window. She had no doubt Mr. Wilson saw every detail of their lovemaking session last night. She inspected the window pane for splattered drops of cum before turning back smiling. “I certainly enjoyed the view last night,” Mr. Wilson said. “I know you did,” Stacy said giggling. “You missed a spot!” “Ahem,” Mr. Wilson cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, “Girls, this is your room for whenever you want to use it. And of course, to store your things.” He opened his arms and pointed out the closet, the dresser, and of course, the bed. He knew the girls would also need some privacy for their sexual trysts, away from the prying eyes and ears of their parents. “Here is a house-key for each of you.” He handed them the keys to his home. “You can use it anytime, just tell your parents you are walking my dog or something.” “Where is your little dog?” Cindy asked. “He’s so cute!” “Fred is in the backyard for now,” Mr. Wilson said. “Uncle Chuck,” Cindy said, putting down her bags and accepting the key, “How much cleaning are we going to do for you?” “Well, you’re getting paid to clean, do the laundry, and do…, uh…, other things, right?” “Right.” Cindy and Stacy agreed. “So, for starters, how about you vacuum the carpets, dust the furniture and wash and dry my dirty clothes?” Chuck said. “Sounds fair,” replied Cindy. “Great! The vacuum and cleaning supplies are in the hall closet. I already put the laundry in the laundry room. If you need anything, just let me know. Oh, and there are a couple of new outfits in the closet for you.” “How’d you know our size?” Stacy asked. Chuck pulled the mall receipts out of his pocket for the things they had purchased on his credit card and shook one out. It was over a foot long, unfolded. “Your sizes are right here,” he said with a grin. “Oh!” Stacy replied, a little embarrassed for how much they had spent. Chuck, of course, had counted on their guilty reaction, hoping to see more of their tender, teenage, flesh this afternoon. “I’ll be downstairs watching TV,” he said. “Oh, my den is off-limits. It’s the room in the back just off the kitchen. I want you girls to stay out of it. Am I clear?” he said sternly. “Yes, Uncle Chuck,” the girls replied. Chuck smiled sweetly at them and left them alone in the spare bedroom. Cindy looked around and opened the empty dresser drawers. She began putting their new underwear and vibrators away. Stacy opened the closet. “OMG!” she squealed. “What,” Cindy replied, turning around. Her mouth fell open. Hanging in the closet were two skimpy maid’s outfits. “He wants us to wear those?” Cindy asked. “You asked for them, slut, remember?” Stacy said. “I was just kidding around!” Cindy exclaimed. “Well, I’m wearing it. It’s sexy,” Stacy said. “It will feel like just like Halloween!” she added, already deciding to wear it the next ‘Tricks-or-Treats.’ Cindy and Stacy helped each other into the cute, skimpy outfits; all in black and white with a very short skirt, low neckline, a cute bonnet, fishnet stocking and black Mary Jane heels. “Hmmm, I’m skipping the panties,” Cindy said, fingering the flimsy see-through material, deciding to give Chuck a thrill. She felt very indebted to him already. So what if he stares at her naked pussy? “I’m wearing mine, for now,” Stacy said. Cindy had no doubt her more daring friend would be losing them before long. The two hung-up the rest of their clothes in the closet. As Cindy was bending over to grab a pair of shoes from one of the bags, she said, “How do I look?” and wiggled her ass. “Cindy! I can see your pussy clear as day!” Stacy said. “Perfect!” replied Cindy smiling. Dressed in their new outfits, the two young girls descended the stairs and called out to Mr. Wilson. “We’re ready, Chuck!” Stacy said as they walked into the living room. Chuck gave a long, shrill wolf-whistle. “You girls look great!” Cindy and Stacy did a little twirl and showed off their sexy outfits. “Hey, girls, mind if I get a picture?” he asked, picking up a strategically placed camera. “Well, I don’t….” Cindy started to say before Stacy interrupted her. “Sure!” Stacy exclaimed, posing for Mr. Wilson. “Can I have a copy for my scrap-book?” Stacy put her hand on her hip to show off her curves. “Come on, Cindy, I want a picture of the two of us together!” “Who’s going to see these pictures, Uncle Chuck?” Cindy asked. “Just me,” Mr. Wilson replied. “To look at when I’m lonely.” “You mean when you’re horny!” Stacy said, knowing Mr. Wilson would probably be jacking-off to her pictures right after they left. It turned her on. “Are you going to stroke your dick while you look at them Chuck?” Chuck turned red with embarrassment. “And only you are going to see them, nobody else?” Cindy asked again. “Just me, and, well…, if you don’t mind…, maybe a few of my close friends,” Chuck added. “Ooooh!” Stacy said. “Think of it Cindy! A bunch of guys getting horny and jacking-off looking at us!” She felt her pussy twitch and get wet. “Sure, it’s really hot, but…” Cindy said. She was worried about the pictures being posted and her family and friends seeing them. “They will pay you for the pictures, of course,” Mr. Wilson added. “And, it will all be very, very private and discreet. Your parents would never find out.” “How much will they pay us?” Stacy asked. Mr. Wilson had already given her more money than she ever had in her life. Visions of a new convertible popped into her teenage brain. “Yeah, how much, Chuck?” Cindy said, her resistance weakening. She knew kind, old, Mr. Wilson would never harm them. “Well, for a regular fashion photo shoot, where the two of you are not naked or anything? Probably a fifty to a hundred dollars.” “Each?” Cindy asked. “No, for the whole session,” Mr. Wilson said. “That’s all?” Stacy whined. “Now, if you were naked and doing sexy things? Probably a couple hundred each…, maybe more,” Mr. Wilson said. “How much more?” Stacy asked. She loved showing off her body and making guys horny; getting paid for it would just be a bonus! “It depends,” Mr. Wilson began, “Two pretty young girls like yourselves, doing the same things you did last night? If you could find the right buyers? At the least, $500 to $1000 each. More if you had sex with some guys. And, people pay a lot more for videos.” “How do you know so much, Uncle Chuck?” Cindy asked, wondering about her neighbor’s past. “I used to work in Hollywood a long time ago. I started out doing photography and then camera work, then I ended up doing some porn shoots, just for the extra money. Even little directing. Nothing too spectacular. But I got to know some people around the world who are into that kind of stuff…, California, New York, Germany, the Netherlands, Dubai…,” Chuck said. “If you want, I could take a few pictures and show them around to my contacts. Then you would have an idea of what your pictures are worth before deciding. It is all up to you.” “Let’s do it Cindy! Think of the money!” Stacy squealed. “Mmmm,” Cindy thought. “It would be cool to takes some sexy pictures. And the money sounds good. I guess it would be OK, Uncle Chuck!” “Great!” Mr. Wilson said. He quickly directed the girls to pose for him before they could change their minds. He set his camera to take videos, knowing he could always print off a frame or two for the girls. Chuck couldn’t believe how photogenic the girls were. They smiled, acted sexy and even flashed their tits, panties and pussies. When he asked them to share a kiss, he almost had to separate the two of them. “OK, I have enough for now. I’ll take some more shots while you are cleaning.” Mr. Wilson said, not even trying to hide his growing erection. Cindy and Stacy started cleaning Mr. Wilson’s home. Cindy started a load of laundry while Stacy began dusting. She smiled at Mr. Wilson as he followed her around with his camera filming her. She made sure to bend over often, to dust imaginary items near the floor. She also reached up high and stood on her toes, turning to see Mr. Wilson putting the camera up her skirt. Cindy returned in time to catch Stacy peeling off her panties with Mr. Wilson right behind her pointing the camera right at her pussy. “That didn’t take you long, whore,” Cindy said. “How can I be expected to work in soaking wet panties?” Stacy teased. She tossed the panties to Mr. Wilson. He sniffed them before putting them in his pocket. “Sorry, I don’t have any panties to give you, see?” Cindy said. She bent over showing off her perfect pussy and ass. She wiggled her butt at the camera. Stacy got next to her and bent over as well, giggling. Mr. Wilson filmed both of their gorgeous pussies; together, and then zooming to one and then the other. He could see the wetness oozing out of their nearly hairless twats. They were really getting off on this! He was already scheming how to turn all the videos he had taken into a full length porn film. He finally decided to sit down and enjoy the sexy show, leaving his camera on and within easy reach for some extra filler scenes. Cindy and Stacy made sure to clean extra carefully around where he sat. Stacy made a show of vacuuming back and forth, bending over and ‘accidentally’ letting her tits fall out of her top. Her fat nipples hardened. Mr. Wilson’s cock became uncomfortably hard in his pants. “Hey, girls? Do you mind if I…? You know…,” he pointed to his groin. “I’m feeling really cramped up down there.” “Another boner, Cindy,” Stacy whispered. “Should we let him? You know what?” Cindy was curious to see Mr. Wilson’s hard cock up-close. They had watched him jacking-off at his window yesterday but she wanted a better view. “Of course you can, Uncle Chuck!” Cindy smiled. “We don’t mind.” “Yeah, do what you have to do!” Stacy said. “Just don’t forget our big, fat tips!” She pointed her tits directly as him. Cindy and Stacy pretended to ignore Mr. Wilson as he fumbled with his zipper and pulled out his cock. They could see him stroking it slowly as he watched them clean. Both girls made sure to flash a lot of flesh as they pretended to clean. “OMG,” Stacy whispered to Cindy after working her way close to her friend. “I can’t believe he’s jerking his cock right there in front of us.” “It’s so fucking hot,” Cindy replied. She put her arms around Stacy and the two shared a kiss, running their hands over each other’s breasts and asses. “I’m getting a closer look,” Stacy said, breaking their embrace. She noticed Mr. Wilson was taking their pictures again. She casually made her way closer to Mr. Wilson with Cindy not far behind her. She dusted the table at the far end of the couch, eying his cock nonchalantly. Feeling brave, Stacy strutted right past him and dusted the table next to him, bending over low and letting her perky little tits sway slightly. She pretended not to notice. Mr. Wilson filmed her firm breasts and fat, puffy, nipples up close. His cock surged with blood. He pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, spreading his legs to get more comfortable. Cindy came over and dusted the same table Stacy has previously cleaned and slowly made her way near Mr. Wilson too. She couldn’t believe how big his cock was! It was bigger than the dildo they had used last night! Seeing Stacy’s breasts exposed, she too bent over to dust the table next to him. When he pointed his camera at her, Cindy gave her black and white trimmed maid’s blouse a quick tug. Her large, round, breasts popped out. “Oops!” she said, but left them hanging out, swaying back and forth, like Stacy had done. Both girls were now openly staring at Mr. Wilson jacking off, one on either side of him. “Oh, look at that dirty thing!” Stacy exclaimed with a sly smile. “I better clean it!” To Cindy’s surprise, Stacy began to dust Mr. Wilson’s cock with her feather duster, watching Mr. Wilson’s hand sliding up and down his rock-hard cock. Not to be left out, Cindy chimed, “Oh, yes, it’s very, very dirty.” She began to tickle Mr. Wilson’s cock with her feather duster as well. “Hmmm, those look dirty too!” Cindy exclaimed and began to dust Mr. Wilson’s big, hairy balls as they were tugged up and down with each stroke. “Ohhhh, girls!” Mr. Wilson panted. He watched Cindy and Stacy intently watching him stroke his cock. The stared at his thick shaft. They watched mesmerized as his hand slide up and down his hard man-flesh. They noticed the loose skin being pulled up and over his dark-red, flared glans. His oozing pre-cum made his cock-head slick and shiny. Mr. Wilson groaned. Two sets of perfect teenage breasts were so close to him, but so far out of reach. He watched the two teasing girls lick their lips with lust and he imagined those same lips wrapped around his cock. His balls tingled. His cock pulsed. He was going to cum. Mr. Wilson decided not to warn the girls. He wanted to see their surprised expression. Cindy bent closer, her breasts swaying before him. The tingling intensified and spread to his groin. The cum surged up from his balls. His prostate clenched, forcefully ejecting his sperm. It shot through his piss-slit, sending a thick wad of cum up into the air. Stacy flinched when the glob of goo landed on the back of her hand. Mr. Wilson subtly pointed his cock towards the innocent, slutty girls, aiming for Cindy’s heavy breasts. The sperm shot from his cock, arced up and over and splattered on her tits. Both girls stepped back. Mr. Wilson jerked his cock, sending more cum up into the air, landing on the couch and his thighs. He spurted again and again. Having the two girls so close and watching him made it even more exciting. Cindy and Stacy stared at his erupting cock, watching his cum fly! All too soon his orgasm weaken and the last few spurts shot up only a few inches and fell down to land on his balls. The rest of his potent cream gushed in thick flows from his cock and oozed down his shaft, coating his hand. “Wow!” Cindy exclaimed. “Shit!” Stacy said. “That was so cool Uncle Chuck!” “Uh, thanks, I guess,” Mr. Wilson stammered. Now that he had cum, he was feeling a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry I…” He was about to apologize for sperming on them, but needn’t have worried. “Do all guys shoot that much?” Stacy asked, looking and the cum puddles in Mr. Wilson’s pubic hair, balls, and seeing it dripping onto his couch. “And so hard?” Cindy asked, looking at her cum-splattered tits. “It really came out!” “I’m a above average, so I’ve been told,” Mr. Wilson humbly acknowledged. “I’ll just go get cleaned-up now.” “No, you stay right here!” Stacy said. “You hired us as your maids, it’s our job to do the cleaning!” “But, Stacy!” Cindy started to protest, but her friend quickly pulled her away and into the kitchen. “Wasn’t that cool?” Stacy squealed. “Look, I got cum on my hand!” “It was really, really cool,” Cindy agreed. “Look at my tits! He came all over them!” She showed Stacy her cum-splattered breasts. Stacy lifted her hand to smell the thick wad of cum resting on the back of her hand. She sniffed it. Then, she sniffed it again. She put a finger in it and felt its consistency. Then, she licked her finger. She decided she didn’t taste enough to make a decision about it, and suddenly licked it up, leaving nothing but a wet spot on the back of her hand! “Stacy!” Cindy exclaimed, watching her friend roll the man-cream around in her mouth, tasting it quizzically. Then, Cindy watched her swallow. “It’s really weird tasting,” Stacy said thoughtfully. “But it’s not too bad. Try it.” Then she added, “Why do you think I pulled you in here anyway?” Cindy looked down at the sperm on her breasts since Stacy didn’t leave any on her hand for her to try. “Oh, go on, slut,” Stacy encouraged. “You know you want to taste it! You said so yourself!” Cindy lifted a heavy boob to her lips. She licked a wet spot on her breasts, and then latched her lips around a cum covered nipple. She sucked her nipple hard and then declared, “Hmm, I could learn to like it.”. “You may have just earned a promotion!” Stacy exclaimed. “You can be a cum-slut now, instead of a plain old slut.” Cindy stuck out her tongue at Stacy. Her friend continued, “Let’s get you cleaned-up, then we can go clean-up Uncle Chuckie.” Stacy smiled at her friend and then began lapping at Cindy’s sperm-splattered tits. “Oh, you cum-whore!” Cindy said. Stacy cleaned Cindy with her tongue and fingers, feeding Cindy and letting her suck her fingers. Then, they shared a cum flavored kiss. They were getting themselves extremely horny. Stacy quickly got two warm, soapy, washcloths ready. While she wiped Cindy’s breasts, Cindy asked, “Why do you want to clean his slimy old cock for anyway?” “Don’t you want to touch it?” Stacy asked. “I do.” “Oh, you are so sneaky! Yeah, I do too,” Cindy quietly admitted. “Well, now’s our chance,” Stacy said. They adjusted their outfits and returned to the living room. Mr. Wilson was waiting for them, his wet cum growing cold on his cock and dripping onto his balls. Stacy knelt before him and Cindy quickly followed. Stacy took a deep, nervous breath and met Cindy’s eye; she was having second thoughts. Stacy looked at Mr. Wilson’s semi-soft, wet, penis. Being so close, she could smell his cum and she remembered the strange taste of it still in her mouth. Her mind shouted ‘No!’ but her hungry little pussy whispered to her; ‘Yes, yes, yes…’ Stacy had to do it. She wasn’t going to the opportunity to touch a cock pass by. Stacy reached out a tentative hand to wipe Mr. Wilson’s limp cock with the rag. She pressed it against his cock. “Oh, it’s warm.” Mr. Wilson said. “That feels nice.” Encouraged, Stacy smiled and dabbed at the mess he has made, then realizing she needed to be more aggressive to clean him properly, she wiped the rag across groin and around his cock. Cindy watched for only a moment before reaching to wipe his balls. No way was Stacy going to out-slut her or she’d never hear the end of it. Besides, she thought his big, hairy nut-sack was fascinating. Cindy noticed some sperm on the couch and quickly wiped it up too. Then, she gently massaged his balls again before dabbing the wet cloth onto Mr. Wilson’s cock. She suddenly had an idea on how to out-slut Stacy. “Uncle Chuck,” Cindy began. “I need to move your penis so I can clean your balls properly. I know we said ‘no touching’ but…” “Oh, that only applied to you guys,” he replied. “You can touch me all you want, Cindy. You too Stacy.” Cindy grinned and picked up Mr. Wilson’s cock by the head. She then held it gently while she washed underneath it. She changed her grip to grasp his shaft, amazed at the softness of it, when it was so hard just minutes ago. “Here, I’ll hold it for you while you clean him, Cindy,” Stacy said, reaching her hand to grip Mr. Wilson’s cock. “That’s OK, I got it,” Cindy replied, not letting Stacy get her hands on her cock. Since she took the initiative, she felt like it belonged to her, at least for a little while. “But I want to help!” Stacy whined. “Fine!” Cindy answered. “In a minute, but just for a little while!” She wrapped her hand around his shaft and wiped him clean. “Come on, it’s my turn now!” Stacy whined. Cindy reluctantly let go. Stacy grabbed it quickly, in case Cindy changed her mind. “It’s so cool!” Stacy said, running her fingers up and down Mr. Wilson’s cock. Stacy was reminded of Kevin jacking off his cock over the phone, and began to stroke Mr. Wilson like she assumed Kevin did. Mr. Wilson’s felt his tired cock returning to life. How could it not, watching two innocent teenagers play with his cock? While their attention was diverted, he surreptitiously picked up his camera, wanting to get some good close-up action. “There, all clean,” Cindy said, giving Mr. Wilson’s cock a final swipe. Stacy continued to stroke him. “Stacy, I said he’s clean now,” Cindy repeated. Stacy stared at Mr. Wilson’s cock, her eyes widening. “Stacy!” Stacy kept stroking him. “He’s getting hard again,” she whispered. She felt the heavy flesh growing larger in her hands. “No way! Already?” Cindy exclaimed. She thought guys needed a rest between orgasms, and since Mr. Wilson was so old, she assumed he was done for a long time. “Hey, we made another boner! Let me feel it too!” Stacy reluctantly let go of Mr. Wilson’s swelling penis. Cindy wrapped her hand around it and began stroking it. She too felt it growing in her hand. “It’s so warm! I can feel it getting bigger!” “That’s what happens inside the guy’s pants when we make them horny,” Stacy whispered in awe. Mr. Wilson’s cock filled with blood, his arousal rising. Stacy reached in. Soon, both hands fit on his large cock comfortably, with room to spare. He was hard. “It’s so big!” “And so hard! Well, and kinda soft at the same time” “Look at the veins!” “Look at his pee-hole.” “Wow, this is so cool!” “Does it feel good, Chuck?” Cindy whispered. “Are we doing it right?” “Oh, yes!” Mr. Wilson grunted. “I’m going in, Cindy, don’t try to stop me!” Stacy said. Stacy opened her mouth and went down on Mr. Wilson’s cock! “You whore! I was going to do that first!” Cindy whined. She had been thinking of how to out-slut her friend, and, knowing how badly they wanted to suck cock together, she was just about to take Mr. Wilson’s cock into her mouth. “What’s it taste like, Stacy?” Stacy paused her gentle sucking and licking. “Tastes like soap,” she said, before wrapping her lips around his flared cock-head and sucking it. She moaned and licked his glans, tasting the pre-cum oozing from his slit. She moaned again. “My turn now, whore,” Cindy said, jealous of Stacy’s enjoyment. Stacy moved over and Cindy took Mr. Wilson’s large cock into her mouth. She felt the spongy head and licked all around it. “Does it feel good, Uncle Chuck?” Stacy asked. “Oh, yeah,” Mr. Wilson replied. “Just watch out for your teeth, go as deep as you can and pay special attention to the head.” “OK.” “And, its real nice when you play with my balls too.” “Oh, I like balls!” Cindy said. “They are so cool!” The girls were soon lost in lust. They sucked and licked, tickled and slurped. Their pussies were wet. The shared a passionate kiss, tasting more pre-cum, and taking turns sucking Mr. Wilson’s cock and fondling his balls. “Do guys like a girl sucking on their balls too?” Cindy asked. “Oh, yeah,” Mr. Wilson replied. He spread his legs and scooted to the edge of the couch. His large, heavy ball sack hung low. Cindy lapped at it, then took a nut into her mouth, sucking gently. “Balls taste like soap, too!” she giggled, before sucking on his other hairy nut. “You’re going to make me cum if you too keep that up,” Mr. Wilson warned. “Another wet spot,” Cindy said. “Good thing we got the rags already,” Stacy said. “Who needs rags?” said Cindy. She nudged Stacy out of the way and looked up at Mr. Wilson. “I want you to cum in my mouth, Uncle Chuck,” She opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue. That will show Stacy who’s the biggest slut, she thought. “You fucking slut!” Stacy said, wishing she’d thought if it first. Cindy smiled at her friend and then gripped Mr. Wilson’s throbbing cock. She began bobbing her head up and down on it, sucking it and encircling his glans with her tongue. Feeling Mr. Wilson clench his thigh and raise up off the couch a bit, she started bobbing and sucking faster. She pushed as much cock as she could into the back of her throat until she began to gag. Then, she did it again, and then again even deeper. Cindy felt the cock spreading her throat muscles. She took a breath, relaxed and pushed it deeper, until the thick cock-head pushed past her tonsils and into her throat. Stacy watched her friend sucking Mr. Wilson’s cock with both envy and admiration. She was amazed Cindy could fit almost the whole thing down her throat! She watched Cindy bobbing her blonde head up and down, faster and faster. Not wanting to be left out, Stacy fondled Mr. Wilson’s balls. “Oh, shit! Uhhhh. Here it comes!” Mr. Wilson warned. “Oh,” he grunted, then “Aaaaaaahhhhhh!” Cindy’s eyes grew wide as the first warm spurt of thick cum filled her mouth. Before she could decide whether to spit or swallow, another heavy spurt filled her mouth as more of Mr. Wilson’s potent sperm erupted from his cock. “Mmmmmfffff!” Cindy struggled to gulp it down, but there was so much of it! Some leaked out of both corners of her mouth. It was either that or she risked having it come out of her nose! “Hey, save some for me!” Stacy cried. She nudged Cindy away, who was only happy to give up the erupting penis so she could deal with the warm thick mouthful threatening to make her choke. As Cindy pulled her lips from Mr. Wilson’s turgid member, another glob of cum flew from his cock-head and splattered on her face. Stacy quickly took Cindy’s place between his legs and bravely opened her mouth; she was about to clamp her lips around the spewing flesh when another squirt was pumped out by Mr. Wilson’s ball sack. It splashed across Stacy’s lips and cheek. She fell upon the shaft before any more of the gooey baby-batter could escape. Stacy too was taken by surprise as the rich, warm, cum spurted into her mouth. Another forceful squirt threatened to make her gag, so she too pulled away. Seeing the girls only staring at his sex organ instead of pleasuring it, Mr. Wilson grabbed his dick with one hand and his camera with the other. He stood up to save the remnants of his orgasm and jacked his cock above the girl’s faces. Cindy and Stacy automatically opened their mouths, looking like professional porn stars and accepted his cummy offering. His sperm gushed out in heavy rivulets, plopping onto Cindy and Stacy’s surprised faces. Thick cum landed on their cheeks, lips and waiting tongues. The girls leaned their heads together, delighted with the sperm shower they were receiving. The last eruptions gushed from Mr. Wilson’s cock a few more times, dripping and dribbling onto Cindy and Stacy’s smiling faces. He squeezed and shook out the last drops into their waiting tongues, with each girl then licking and sucking his cock appreciatively. The girls looked at each other’s heavily splattered and speckled faces, first with a smile and then with sudden passion. They embraced each other and kissed furiously, their smoldering arousals igniting. Their sopping wet pussies were swollen and engorged with their urgent sexual desires. They stood up holding hands. Their faces were flushed with passion and tinged with a little embarrassment. “Uh…,” Stacy stammered. “We’ll be back in a little while, Mr. Wilson.” “Yeah,” Cindy said. “We’re going to…, uh…, change our clothes.” “Yeah!” Stacy said, tugging Cindy’s hand impatiently. The two ran to the stairs giggling uncontrollably. Mr. Wilson watched them leave and then heard the bedroom door slam. All of them knew what Cindy and Stacy were going to do in the privacy of his spare bedroom. He washed up and then went into his den to check the video feed from the multiple cameras hidden in the bedroom – he had spent most of yesterday afternoon setting up the high-definition cameras throughout the house, with special care taken in the bedroom and living room. With today’s footage and the film he already had of the two teenage girls, he might soon have enough for a full-length movie. He went to his audio/video room and sat at his console. He put on his headphones and then powered on all four of his video monitors. He switched on the multiple video feeds and sat back to watch the show. It was a good thing he had taken a Viagra before the girls visit, as he felt he had at least one more orgasm inside of him yet. “OMG!” Stacy said. “That was so fucking hot!” “I know! I can’t believe we sucked his cock!” Cindy said. “You know what that means - we’re ‘cock-suckers’ now!” “I’m glad we did it together, cock-sucker,” Stacy said. She gave Cindy a hug and the two embraced a moment, then pulled away. Cindy lifted up her skirt and slid a finger up and down her slit. “My pussy is soaking wet!” She held out her glistening finger to show Stacy. “Mine too!” Stacy said. “I can’t believe you let him cum in your mouth!” “That’s what boys want, right?” Cindy said. “Might as well get used to it.” They hurriedly pulled off their clothes, dropping them where they stood, and climbed onto the bed. They giggled at the cum still dripping on each other’s faces, then embraced, kissed, and took turns licking it off. “I sort of like the taste of cum, don’t you?” Stacy asked. “I mean, it’s not weird or anything is it?” “It’s bad at all! And it’s kinda hot, having a guy cum in your month! And, they like it when you swallow. Yeah, I like the taste too,” Cindy said. “But it’s not as sweet as your pussy!” Cindy ticked Stacy’s thighs, just below her cunt. Stacy squealed and tickled Cindy who fell on her back, her naked legs pumping in the air with glee. Stacy jumped on top of her, but their tickle fight was very brief; their searching fingers soon began to caress soft breasts, firm asses and wet pussies. They kissed passionately, their tongues darting in and out in a sexual frenzy before they quickly assumed their favorite position, with Cindy on her back and Stacy lying on top of her. Stacy began to probe Cindy’s pussy with her tongue and fingers with Cindy did the same to her smaller friend. “Oh, yes!” Cindy moaned. “God, I need this!” “Mmmm-mmmph!” Stacy said, her mouth clamped on Cindy’s cunt. They soon began lick and suck at each other with more intensity. They had gotten so turned on teasing Mr. Wilson, having their pictures taken, and then playing with his hard cock. Their long moans and muffled, wet, noises were the only sounds in the room. They soon they felt the fire flaming in their hungry teenage snatches and they began to finger-fuck each other faster. The old bed began to squeak rhythmically. “Oh, you eat pussy so good!” Cindy cried out. “Nnnngh!” Stacy groaned. “Oh, fuck, his cock was so hard! I’d suck it again in a minute!” “Me too!” Cindy moaned. “Anytime! And, I want to get fucked! I wish I had a big, hard, cock fucking me right now!” “Yes! Oh yes!” Stacy cried. “Nnnnaahhh Oh fuck, I’m cumming already!” “I’m almost there!” Cindy said. Stacy latched onto Cindy clit and sucked it before flicking her tongue back and forth on her hard, little nub. “Oh, I’m cumming too!” Cindy said. She began to fuck her friend harder and attacked Stacy’s clit as well. “Ahhhhh!” “Ohhh, shiiiiiitt!! “Nnnnnaaaaa!” “Oh! Oh! Oh!” The girls plunged their fingers furiously into each other’s cunts. They sucked and lapped at each other’s clitorises. Their pussies gushed with sweet, clear, teenage, secretions. “I’m cummm-mmm-mmm-ing!” Cindy moaned as her pussy exploded, sending juices into Stacy’s sucking mouth. Her body heaved and she pushed her cunt hard onto Stacy’s face. “Ah, ah, ah, faster, faster! Yes, yes, like that!” Stacy’s muffled voice cried, as Cindy fucked her faster and slurped her clit. Another wave of bliss, and then another, and then even more made her small body convulse repeatedly. “Soooo gooood!” she cried. “Nnnnnnhhhh!” Cindy squealed as her orgasm shook her. She tasted sperm and pussy on her lip as she bit it to keep from screaming. Then, knowing no one but Mr. Wilson could hear her, she screamed anyway. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” she yelled. “Ah-eeeeeiiiiii!” she cried as she came again and again. Cindy and Stacy coaxed all they could from their mutual orgasms, being so familiar with each other’s young bodies. Stacy took a wet finger and probed Cindy’s ass, giving her friend yet another mini orgasmic thrill. Exhausted, she finally climbed off Cindy and they laid on the bed panting, cuddling, and sighing softly. “Hey, Mr. Wilson, I mean Chuck,” Cindy said from the stairway. “Were going home now.” They entered the room where Mr. Wilson was waiting for them. “Thanks for doing such a good job, uh, cleaning and stuff,” he said, smiling. “You two are fan-fucking-tastic!” “It was a lot of fun,” Stacy giggled. “Thanks for letting us play with your cock! I hope we can do it a lot more!” “Me too,” Mr. Wilson said. “Me three,” Cindy said softly. “And, here’s a bonus. I really liked your ‘special’ cleaning services. You really went all out. I’m proud of you, and you deserve it.” He handed Cindy and Stacy three, crisp 100 dollar bills. Each. “Thanks Uncle!” Cindy and Stacy said. They jumped on him and kissed him with gratitude. Mr. Wilson could smell the sweet scent of teenage pussy on their faces. “What do we do with all this money, Stace?” Cindy asked. “I don’t know, Cin!” Stacy answered. “Our moms and dads are sure to find it!” “Don’t you have a bank account?” Mr. Wilson asked. “No.” “We never needed one.” “How about I pick you guys up from school tomorrow and we’ll go to my bank and sign you up?” “That would be great!” Cindy exclaimed. “Yeah,” Stacy agreed. “But, I wish we could take some of our stuff home too.” “Yeah,” Cindy sighed sadly. “Why can’t you?” Mr. Wilson asked sharply. “Our parents are always walking into our rooms and going through our stuff.” Cindy whined. “Yeah,” Stacy said. “Probably looking for drugs or something.” “And, I think my dad is trying to catch me naked or jilling off. He’s always popping into my room at night or after my shower. I’d never be able to use one of our new toys with him around.” Cindy wished she could play with her vibrator tonight. Another lonely date with Manny-Fingers under her blankets was waiting for her once again. “Really?” Mr. Wilson exclaimed. “A girl’s bedroom is sacred. It’s her private retreat! Your parents have to learn to give you some privacy.” And, he thought, give me more chances to watch Cindy’s tight little body through her bedroom window. “But…,” Cindy started to say. “No. Listen. I can help you. Here’s what you do,” Uncle Chuck began. The girls listened intently. Then they smiled. © Copyright Undeniable Urges, 2020 (the year that shall not be named). Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from the author is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Undeniable Urges, with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

“Hey are sure she’s cool with this? You said that she’s become so anxious she won’t even leave the home, you think she’ll be ok with me living in her house?” Rob was talking with his mom about his new living arrangement. He’d recently gotten the news that moving forward his employer was implementing work from home for all staff. He’d been looking for a reason to break his lease and move out of his crowded apartment for some time and this gave him the motivation he needed. His drive was quickly tempered though, there honestly weren’t that many better places out there. This is when his mom suggested he rent out the basement of her sister Cheryl’s house. Cheryl lived in a pretty great location and from what Rob understood had a big house all to herself. “Oh, don’t worry. She isn’t that bad, and it’ll be good for her to have someone else in the house. Even agoraphobs need company every now and then.” Rob wasn’t thrilled with the idea of being his Aunt’s therapy dog, but for what was essentially free room and bored he couldn’t say no. Growing up he had only seen Cheryl a couple of times. Since he moved to the same state as her, he only saw her twice at the holidays. He’d always thought she was a little weird but she was nice enough. When moving day finally came around Rob only saw Cheryl four or five times as he brought his stuff to the basement. He was impressed how despite her obvious issues with people she was still beautiful for her age looked like she kept herself fit. She more or less looked the same as she did the last time Rob had seen her a couple years ago. The first weeks of the new living arrangement were strange but Cheryl quickly took to the fact that Rob was willing to run errands, pick up groceries, and even cook. Rob didn’t mind these chores and he loved having most of the house to himself. Cheryl seemed to only leave her bedroom to go to her study she used as a gym and office. Around week four Rob stopped seeing her almost all together. She began taking her meals in her rooms, and it seemed like she was avoiding Rob. It got to the point where Rob was only seeing her when he grabbed her shopping lists and dropped off her meals. He was a little concerned but kept it to himself. One Tuesday morning when Rob dropped off his Aunt’s breakfast she gave him a shopping list with some unusual items on it. Rob had noticed that Cheryl was asking for more fiber in her diet but he wasn’t prepared to see diuretics and an enema on the shopping list. It made him a bit uncomfortable but he knew how worried she was about going out and that he was her only access to the outside. Around lunch Rob went on a shopping run and grabbed everything on the list. He hated the looks he got in the pharmacy but toughed through it. He returned to the home with two weeks’ worth of groceries, a trunk full of box wine, and the rest of Cheryl’s list. He was a bit sheepish and just left his Aunt’s items outside her door. When Rob went to drop off her dinner the bag from the pharmacy was gone. Neither said anything about it and the week went on as the normal. The next day Rob assumed whatever Cheryl was going through had been resolved and he put it out of his mind. That Friday Rob was parked on the couch in the living room when he got a text from his Aunt, “Can you bring me a box of the Sauvignon Blanc?” This wasn’t and odd request, especially for a Friday, so Rob got up off the couch and brought her a fresh box. She answered the door wearing a mask which was normal but she was only in a tightly tied bathrobe, “Thank you Rob, you’re a doll. Can you also actually give me a hand with something else?” Rob didn’t think anything of it and agreed, he even put on a mask before entering her room. Cheryl walked him to her bathroom where the enema was on the counter. Rob couldn’t see but was sure Cheryl was blushing hard. Rob was uncomfortable by all this but wanted to see where it was actually going. Cheryl put the box of wine on the counter and poured herself a large glass. Using a straw slipped under her mask she polished off the glass. She turned to Rob, “So you probably have guessed but I’ve had some stomach trouble. I tried to do this by myself but it’s very difficult. I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I had any other option.” Rob’s heart was racing; he knew what she was asking and didn’t know what else he could do. Cheryl was asking him to help her and he couldn’t say no. “Just… just tell me what you need me to do…” Cheryl cleared her throat and took another big sip of wine. Putting the glass down, she handed Rob some rubber gloves and picked up the enema. “So I tried to put this in by myself but I just can’t” She was clearly blushing now as she handed the enema to rob. She took a jar of petroleum jelly and opened the lid, “You’ll take that end and place it, and then you pour water in that other side…” She took another long sip of wine and turned to face the counter and bent over slightly. Rob took a finger load of petroleum jelly and rubbed it around the tip of the enema. Holding the tip as low as he could and trying not to fumble it with the rubber gloves he lifted his Aunt’s robe slightly and brought the tip between her legs. Rob had seen Cheryl in a swimsuit a few times and he remembered how trim she was for 55. As he looked at her tight athletic ass through the robe and thought about what he was about to do, he got a little hard. He brought the tip up till he hit flesh and then he ran it forward till he slid in. Cheryl let out a yelp “NOT THERE!!!” Rob yanked the tip down and started again, he was fully erect at this point. He brought the tip well above where her asshole was and ran it forward again, this time hitting his mark. She let out a little squeak. He pushed it in a little but he didn’t have a great grip and he could see Cheryl tensing her ass. He tried to push it in a little deeper when Cheryl grabbed his hand, “I think we can use the water now” Taking an empty glass Rob began filling the enema bladder with warm water. As he filled it, the water was clearly running down Cheryl’s leg. “I think it’s done, can you please leave” Cheryl was clearly embarrassed and irritated that this wasn’t working so Rob emptied the bladder in the sink and stepped out, closing the door behind him. He knew this wasn’t done and so he waited in her room. Eventually Cheryl opened the door again, and it was clear to Rob she had downed quite a bit more wine. “I looked online and I think it needs to be placed a little further in, also… also I think it works better if I bend over” Rob waited till Cheryl turned to go back into the bathroom before standing up, his erection was raging. Cheryl walked in, spread her legs till they were two feet apart and bent over, resting her elbows on the toilet seat. The petroleum jelly had come off the tip in their last attempt so Rob reapplied heavily. “Just make sure it’s all the way in” Cheryl said as she raised the back of her robe. Rob wasn’t expecting this but was amazed by the sight. His Aunt’s ass was as cute and sculpted as he could have imagined but she also had the hairiest pussy he’d ever seen in person. Clearly she had not been trimming for some time. She had a small amount of hair around her ass but by the time it got to the top of her pussy it was so thick he couldn’t see her clit. Trying not to linger at the sight of her asshole and pussy, Rob adjusted and placed the tip of the enema right on her rosebud. Cheryl inhaled slightly and tried to relax. He held it against her hole for a couple seconds as she relaxed more. Once he thought she was loose enough he began to push it in. The first inch went in easily but as Rob tried to push the next three inches in Cheryl began whining under her breath. Cheryl winced and eventually exclaimed “It’s hurting a little, I think you should pull it out” Rob agreed and pulled in out all the way. “Ok. Just relax and I’ll take it a little slower.” He reapplied petroleum jelly to the tip and began again. He easily pushed and got the first two inches into her, but could see Cheryl tensing her ass. Thinking it might help her relax a little and desperately wanting to fuck, Rob began pulling the tip back and forth working it deeper and deeper into her. Cheryl relaxed as he fucked her with the tip and inch by inch the enema was fully inserted. Rob grabbed the bladder and began filling it up again. Unlike last time the water wasn’t leaking. Grabbing the top of the bladder he slowly filled his Aunt’s ass. She gave a little yelp when he started but was quiet after that. “Ok, I’ve emptied it out.” Rob said as he squeezed the last bit of water out. “Now carefully pull it out and leave the room” Cheryl eked out in a shaky voice. Rob began gently pulling the tip out of her. She was tensing her ass to the point where she was shaking a little, trying not to spill a drop. With a wet plop, the enema was removed and Rob was quickly out the door. He waited in her bedroom again as her heard his Aunt scramble with the toilet seat and released her bowels. After a couple minutes of quite he got up to leave. As he was leaving he heard the bathroom door open, “It didn’t quite work. It feels better but I’m not there yet.” Cheryl looked tired and defeated. She was grasping another empty glass of wine and her robe was coming undone and she didn’t seem to care. “I did also read that stretching might help. I mean we’ve already gone this far.” Rob wasn’t exactly sure what she meant but followed her back into the bathroom. Cheryl was pouring herself another large glass of wine. Once she had downed it she bent over the counter again and lifted he robe exposing her sex. “I read that one or two fingers should do it but that the more it stretches the better” She buried her head in her arms and whimpered a little. Rob grabbed the jar of petroleum jelly and dipped his right middle finger in it. Positioning himself behind his Aunt he pressed his finger against her asshole. He easily pushed it all the way in. Ignoring Cheryl’s gasps he pulled it all the way out and shoved it all the way in. Her asshole was making a little popping noise. Planting his finger in her as deep as it’d go, he began wiggling it around in a clockwise fashion. This elicited a few more gasps, especially when he was pushing on the wall between her rectum and her pussy. Rob removed his finger completely and dipped his middle and pointer finger into the lube. This time he gently inserted the two fingers into her. She moaned as he pushed all the way in. Soon he was pumping them in and out of her, letting her asshole close every time. Rob could barely contain himself; he wanted to fuck her so badly. He’d played with some chick’s asses before but nothing like this. She had literally given him license to do what he wanted to her hole. He began rubbing both fingers up and down the length of the wall between her pussy and ass. Cheryl began moaning softly. With his fingers all the way inside her he could just barely rub her G-spot from the inside. The first time she bucked her hips slightly Rob knew he’d hit the spot. He began pushing hard and rubbing in circles as Cheryl tightened her ass in rhythm. They both ignored the first outright cry from Cheryl but as the orgasm was building in her she had to try and stop him, “Please, ah god, please, don’t, ah, don’t do this”. Through her pleas she was still moving hips to his rubbing and not moving to stop the action. All of a sudden she clamped down on Rob’s hand with her rectums and let out moan. Rob pulled his fingers out and she sighed and whimpered. Her legs were shaking a bit. Deciding to ignore the awkward silence Rob took the tip of the enema once more and stuck it in his Aunt. He easily pushed it all the way in. He filled the bladder again. “I think you should squeeze hard to make sure it doesn’t leak.” Cheryl grunted and he saw her ass tense up. Rob squeezed the bladder into her. As he went to pull the enema out, his Aunt mumbled “You can leave after this, I’ll clean up.” Rob pulled the enema out, took off the gloves, and left her room. Their previous routine continued for a the next couple of days, with Rob bringing Cheryl her meals and them not interacting, but that Thursday when Rob went to drop off Cheryl’s dinner, she was waiting for him. She looked a little different than before. She honestly was just looking healthier. Rob thought on it and he figured she must have run low on wine since with what she had drank Tuesday night she’d probably be empty by now. “He do you need anything? There’s some wine in the fridge.” He asked not really knowing where this all was going. “No, I decided to slow down a bit with all that.” Cheryl wasn’t making eye contact but it was clear she wanted to ask something. Rob wanted to move things along and decided to force a response “Yeah I know you weren’t feeling too good earlier this week. If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know.” Cheryl cleared her throat slightly “Although I did feel better Wednesday, I’m still having some problems. I’d do it myself if I could but I need your help again.” Rob’s pants felt tight. He’d jerked off right after the last time and he couldn’t get the image of fingering her ass to completion out of his head. Rob didn’t want to sound too eager, so he took a quick breath and responded “Yeah, anything you need.” He went to leave but Cheryl stayed at the door. She motioned for him to come in and placed her dinner on her desk. Rob was a little confused because last time she had been in a robe and seemed ready for what was happening. Tonight she was wearing yoga pants and a tee-shirt. Rob could see she wasn’t wearing a bra but he was still excited to see how this was going to go. He followed his Aunt through her room and into the bathroom. The enema, gloves, and petroleum jelly were on the counter again and he didn’t see the box of wine. He was rock hard realizing that his Aunt was going to have him finger her asshole again stone cold sober. With them both in the bathroom Cheryl began undressing. She pulled the tee-shirt off exposing her sagging breast. They still had some perk to them but her age was showing. “I did a bit more research and this article I read said to try to get the enema all the way to the blockage for this to be most effective. So I think we should do a bit more warming up this time.” Rob was only half listening, he was trying to contain his anticipation and not ogle his Aunt too much. She began removing her pants and Rob went to the counter. Now that she was completely naked she grabbed a towel and put it over the toilet seat. She spread he legs and leaned forward, resting her arms and head on the towel. Rob could hardly contain himself. There Cheryl was, bent over, with her ass and pussy fully exposed, and thanks to this angle he could also see her tits hanging and resting on the towel. Rob noticed immediately that there was a big difference. At some point in the last couple of days Cheryl had taken it upon herself to tidy up a bit. She was still much hairier than he was used to but now it was cut back a little and he could actually see all of her pussy. Rob took the jar of petroleum jelly and approached her. For all of her exhibitionism he could still see that she was tensing her asshole. He rubbed his finger in the jar and placed it on her asshole. He didn’t push in just yet, he just rubbed the puckered hole, massaging the area around the opening until he could feel her begin to relax. When he thought she was ready he pushed his finger against her hole and in slid in quite easily. Without really trying he had pushed his finger all the way in before Cheryl gasped and tightened. Rob pulled his finger out and reapplied the petroleum jelly. He realized he’d forgotten the gloves but it was already too late for that. With two fingers he returned to her rosebud. He met more resistance this time and had to pump his fingers in and out to gain any ground. Soon though, he had his fingers back in her. She moaned slightly as Rob repeated his act from Tuesday night. Pushing hard and rubbing up against her G spot. Rob kept at it and started to notice a smell he hadn’t the last time he’d done this. He was so close to her pussy and taking a slight lean back he could see that fluid had started to form at her lips. He kept working her through her asshole and she stopped trying to hide her enjoyment. She was moaning loudly in the towels as Rob felt her tighten up and then all at once release. She fell to her knees, Rob’s fingers slipped out of her as she dropped. Rob went to the sink and washed his hands, they looked clean but it was a habit. Cheryl hadn’t moved, but through the towels she said “Ok, so I think we need to keep going a little to make sure it really works this time.” She straightened her legs and returned to her previous position. “If you have anything big, bigger than, bigger than a finger, I think it might be time to use that” Although she stumbled through the words Rob wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. In seconds his pants had dropped and he had his hard cock out. He grabbed some petroleum jelly and gave his cock a few god rubs. He couldn’t hear his aunt whimper a little as he got behind her, and he saw her ass tighten up again. Similar to before, he took his cock and began to rub it against the outside of her asshole. His precum mixed with the petroleum jelly and pretty soon she was relaxing again. In a slow and controlled manner he pushed the head of his cock against her hole. She gasped into the towel as he slid just his tip into her. He’d barely gotten in an inch when she tightened again, pushing him out. He reached down with one hand and gently grabbed her hip as he guided is cock into her again. This time he was able to push deeper and when she again tensed up he was able to stand his ground. He pulled back slightly and waited for her to relax again before pushing deeper. He repeated this a few more times till he was all the way in. With his cock securely in her he grabbed her wide hips with both hands and began to fulfill his fantasy. He could hear Cheryl grunt each time he bottomed out in her but otherwise she seemed to be comfortable taking it. With his fixation on this act for most of the week, the feeling of her tight ass gripping his rock hard dick was overpowering. In an embarrassingly short time he could feel his climax building. Too caught up in the moment he released her hits and reached down to grab her breast. They may have been past their prime but her tits were just what he needed. Seconds after getting a hard grip on them he began cumming in her ass. He stopped pumping his cock into her and just rested for a second. He could feel her ass tighten a bit and now that he was softening she pushed him out of her. As his cock hit the cooler air he came to and released her tits. Stumbling back he looked at her asshole as it slowly leaked out his cum. Muffled slightly due to the towels Cheryl finally broke the silence, “I, I think I’m ready now.” Rob remembered why he was supposedly here in the first place and pulled up his pants. He went to the counter for the enema. Once the tip was lubed he approached that great ass of hers. He marveled at the site for an instant, relishing the fact that he could see a bit of his seed leaking from her. He positioned himself behind her and pressed the tip against her rosebud. It went in without resistance and he just kept pushing until it was in 10 inches and he hit an obstruction. Using a glass, he again filled the enema, and then Cheryl. Once the enema was emptied he slowly removed the tube from her ass, once more giving her the heads up to clench as he pulled the tip out. He deposited the device on the counter and stepped out to give her some privacy. He waited in her room for a couple of minutes when he heard the toilet flush and the shower start running. He got up to leave when the bathroom door opened again. Cheryl stood in the doorway. She had put her hair up in a loose bun and was staring at the carpet. She hadn’t put anything on so Rob got to enjoy the full view of her fit but maturing body. It had only been a couple of minutes but Rob felt himself stirring again. Cheryl cleared her throat, “I was going to take a quick shower”, and before Cheryl could finish her sentence Rob was underdressing. She didn’t say another word as he stripped naked and approached the bathroom. His erection had become obvious, and Cheryl sheepishly led the way to the shower. Rob followed her, excited to find out what exactly she had in mind. With both of them in the shower, she took a sponge and began cleaning herself in the warm water, taking extra care with her ass and womanhood. Rob stood in the shower watching her as she finished up. Without saying a word Cheryl switched spots with Rob so he was now mainly in the stream. She lathered soap onto the sponge once more and began rubbing down Rob’s body. Rob wasn’t especially athletic but he kept himself in decent shape. He didn’t have washboard abs, but he had enough definition that you knew they were there. He’d never felt as good about his body as he did as Cheryl rubbed him down with that sponge. She worked slowly and thoroughly cleaning him from his shoulders and working her way down. When she got to his hips, she skipped down to his calves and began working her way back up. The water running down his body mixed with the delicate work of this woman’s hands was driving Rob to the brink. He needed to get off, he needed her to give him more attention. As she approached his cock she slowed significantly. When she couldn’t avoid it any longer she ran the sponge up along his leg to the bottom of his abs and then down his shaft. Since she wasn’t gripping hard the motion didn’t work to clean him but he did enjoy it. After two more tries like this, Cheryl released a defeated exhale and used her free hand to hold him steady. Now that she was gently rubbing him clean he had to focus hard not to release. When she began cleaning his underside, running the sponge from his balls up to his tip he had to brace against the walls to keep himself steady. She stopped abruptly and stood, wringing out the sponge and placing it on its drying rack. Rob took this moment to rinse the soap from his body. Without saying a word Cheryl reached around Rob and turned off the shower. She grabbed two towels and passed one to Rob. He was eager to get on to whatever Cheryl was planning, so he hastily dried himself. Cheryl had turned away from Rob and was slowly drying herself off, when she couldn’t delay any longer she hung up her towel and walked out into her bedroom. Rob followed her out and a little fed up with how long this was taking finally resolved to take control. As Cheryl slowly approached the bed Rob grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. Without any more warning he held Cheryl’s head in one hand and leaned in to kiss her on her lips. She pushed back at first, but as one of his other hand rested on the small of her back she melted into him and began kissing back. Rob wanted to dive into her, but he knew that he should treat her like the beautiful creature she was. Rob released her head and reached down and gripped the back of her thighs with both hands. Bending his knees slightly he picked her up and held her for a second before leaning forward and depositing her on the edge of the bed. Taking a half step back Rob began kissing her neck as she lay there. Working his way down her body he lingered on her breasts, gripping them and tracing out her areolas with his tongue. Cheryl was letting out little gasps as her nipples hardened. Rob returned to kissing her, but kept his hands on her nipples, kneading them slightly with his fingers. As he kissed his way down her stomach he could feel her squirming slightly. He approached her hairline and released his grip on her breasts. He couldn’t tell if she was moving in anticipation or in avoidance but either way he gripped her inner highs and pulled on her skin with his thumbs, further revealing her delicate sex. Inhaling her scent, he lowered his face and pushed his tongue through her folds. He found his mark and began circling her hole. Once he felt like he had a good taste of her musk he ran his tongue up through her lips to her inflamed bud. Unlike most of his experiences this week, this was something Rob was familiar with. He began by just slowly lapping at her with his tongue, as her breathing quickened he began flicking her clit side to side with the tip. Cheryl began gently grinding her hips in rhythm with his tongue. Rob alternated techniques to keep up his endurance but he could feel another orgasm building in Cheryl. Her breathing began getting erratic so he licked harder and faster. He felt her reach down and begin pulling his hair, “That’s enough, ah, that’s enough!” Rob knew she still had a little more in her so he pushed through focusing on her body and breathing, until he legs closed on his head and she began shaking. This wasn’t the gentle quivering he was used to but instead a borderline violent display accompanied by a moan that started strong but petered out to a whimper. Cheryl’s legs relaxed and she went limp. Now Rob was ready to get his. He stood back up and pulled Cheryl back to the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and slowly pressed himself into her. Her body was more than ready for this and eagerly accepted his penetration. All the anticipation was almost overpowering Rob. He closed his eyes hard as he began pounding into her small frame. She began to make sharp exhales in time with his thrusts and he felt her tighten her velvety slit. This was too much for him and without warning his seed erupted into her. He collapsed onto his forearms and as he was pulling out Cheryl wrapped her legs around him. Taking the hint he stayed in her and instead wrapped one arm under her torso and brought her further onto the bed so he could lay on her without putting too much weight into her. It was several minutes before their breathing became regular. Cheryl slowly unwrapped her legs from around Rob and released him. He stood and for a second considered leaving, instead he got back on the bed and embraced Cheryl once more.

Pt 2 Chapter V: The Penthouse Anna kissed Brad passionately as her hand caressed and fondled his dick until she was pulling at his stiff cock as he hunched slowly. His breathing became labored as her tongue invaded his mouth and found his. Anna may be older he thought but she certainly knew how to please a man and make him crave her sex. Their tongues danced as both her hands stroked him gently, squeezing his dick until his glans felt straining, his balls swelling. Breaking their kiss Anna said, “Let’s take a swim with Al baby”, and turned and slowly walked away while continuing to pull his cock. Brad walked alongside her as he thought, my god she gets me this turned on and now she wants to go swimming? When they entered the pool area the moist heat seemed to envelope their bodies imparting the knowledge that the huge pool was heated. She let go of his dick and proceeded to run and dive into the pool in a graceful arc that had Brad admiring her body as she sliced through the water with hardly a ripple as she glided down and then back up to the surface. Brad was amazed that there was a pool this size in a penthouse apartment and could only imagine its cost. He was snapped back to reality by Anna’s query of, ”Well hard dick are you going to leave me here alone with Al or do you want some more of this old pussy”, she asked grinning? Al laughed and said, “Get in here son that wife of yours wore my old ass out and I might have a heart attack if I have to try and sate this old nympho alone”. Brad dove in and surfaced beside Anna as she was treading water effortlessly. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself to him and wrapped her thighs around his body and kissed him as they sunk beneath the surface. She hunched her pussy along his hard cock a few seconds as they kissed before breaking free and surfacing laughing. Brad surfaced and shook his head and laughed as he remarked, “Now I know where the saying, pussy good enough to die for comes from Anna”. She grinned and swam to the side of the pool as Brad again marveled at the ease with which she moved through the water. Grabbing the edge of the pool she lifted herself from the water and lay back with her feet on the drain around the pool her ass right at the edge. Her pussy was right at the level of Brad’s face as he stood at the edge where she lay. Brad was drawn to begin licking at her moist pussy, drying the smooth flesh with his tongue as she moaned and writhed as his tongue tormented the skin near her clit. He could taste the chlorine in the water as he sucked it from her pussy. Brad could not believe he found this older woman so desirable but her body was younger than her years, her skin soft and pliable. Anna’s pussy was as soft and delectable as a woman forty years her junior. Her feet pressed down on the drain lifting her pussy as it rolled around his embedded tongue. He was driven to please her as he licked and sucked at her furiously. Brad loved her moans and cries and the way her body tensed as he tormented her ravenously. His own arousement gripped and drove him. When Al placed his hand on Brad’s hip it didn’t faze him in the least. Even when he placed his thin dick head at Brad’s ass hole he convinced himself it was an accidental touch. But when he felt Al’s glans embed itself in his asshole he couldn’t ignore it. His head jerked up and he squeezed his ass muscle tightly around Al’s cock as Al said, don’t stop son, I’m just gonna get a little enjoyment from you as you eat my wife’s pussy, that’s a fair trade isn’t it. Brad was so aroused that when Al reached around him and grasped his hard dick and began stroking it in rhythm to his stroking cock as he fucked his asshole he just moaned and began hunching back into Al’s thrusts. He knew he should feel anger, hurt, gay, something to dispel what he actually felt which was pleasure as Al fucked his long dick into his ass in a steady rhythm while jacking him off. Brad felt his arousement heightening as he tried to tongue fuck Anna’s pussy. Al was fucking him deeper and deeper as he took longer and longer strokes across his sensitive virgin ass muscle. He loved it, he hated the fact that he loved it, but soon he was holding the edge of the pool pressing back into Al’s fucking as he moaned, Anna forgotten, as the older man made him love his actions. “That’s it son, just let it go, don’t hold back, fuck this old dick with your asshole, make me cum son. You want to feel my sperm in your ass don’t you Brad”, he taunted knowing Brad was lost to the new sensations gripping his body. Anna raised her head to see why Brad had ceased sucking her clit and saw his plight. “You old bastard you could have let him finish with my pussy before you indulged in breaking him in”, she said acting annoyed as she slid into the water and took Brads dick from Al’s hand and as she bent at the waist while reaching back, placed him at her pussy and began pressing him into her. Brad felt his dick being engulfed in Anna’s tight warm pussy and his dick throbbed with his excitement. At first the water washed away the lubricating cum and natural juices that would aid his entry but as his glans drove deeper inside her his cock was again lubed by her excitement and her hips agitatedly roughly around his hardness. She pressed against the drain as she held her pussy to Brad’s cock as her husband began fucking Brad forcefully, grunting with each hard thrust. Anna told Al, “Fuck him hard baby, drive his dick into my cunt deep. He’s swelling in my pussy babe, I think he’s about to….oh god…hard…goddamn it Al fuck him hard….I.I.I’m oh shit I’m cum..cumming…..oh fuck his dick’s so hard”, she cried loudly. She was right, Brad was about to cum. His emotions ran rampant as he realized a man fucking his asshole was making him cum but that thought just intensified the craving of what he knew he needed. “Fuck me Al, give it to me, oh god cum in my ass, oh god doit…please doit”, as his dick swelled until every stroke in Anna’s pussy brought him closer to filling her with his cum. “Fuck my as Al, cum in me, please cum in me….I..I….oh fuck…..HARD AL……oh shit yes……c.c.cum..cumming……Ohhhgod..yes”, he cried as he grabbed Anna’s hips while his asshole sent racing thrills that forced him to begin fucking her deep and hard as Al held his dick still allowing Brad to fuck them both with his movements. His dick was spewing hotly in Anna as she reached back pulling him into her as her own intense orgasm gripped her. Brad’s cries excited her while knowing her husband’s fucking of his asshole had him cumming. She felt herself pushed against the side of the pool as she heard Brad cry out,”YES!...YES!....oh god I feel it Al, doit….oh fuck Anna he’s cumming in my asshole…aarrgghhhHHHH”. Al was grunting loudly as he thrust hard into Brad’s ass pushing him into his wife’s pussy forcefully as he drained his balls in Brads colon. Brad felt Al’s dick becoming slimy as his cum coated his dick and he continued fucking his asshole rapidly. It felt nasty, so nasty Brad’s mind descended into a decadent cesspool that had him fucking back into Al’s slimy dick hard begging him, “Don’t stop, oh god that feels good, fuck me Al….ohhhhhhhhh………ungh ungh…….cummin……..oh shitttttt……ungh….ungh……god I can’t stop…..fuck it Al….gimme that skinny dick up my ass…..aaiieeeeEEEEEEE………..aiiieeeee……ungh…ungh..ahhhhhhhhh”. Al had his arms around Brads waist, his hands holding Anna’s hips as he fucked the entire length of his 10 inch cock up Brads asshole driving his cum deep up in his bowels as he forced Brads cock deep inside his wife’s body. Then they all three stood there with Al holding them together as their bodies sporadically shook, jerked with each thrill that arose from any of them. Al was the first to speak as he withdrew his flagging cock from deep inside Brad’s asshole saying, “You got a tight ass there son. I been needing to fuck you ever since I saw your ass moving while you fucked my Anna in the elevator, nice tight ass. You seemed to enjoy this ole dick, this your first time? I kinda figured you had a nice virgin ass.” “Yes it is my first time Al and I’m amazed at how good a dick in my ass felt. I’m amazed about every five minutes with the two of you. You’re quite a pair. I’m beginning to believe I don’t know much about myself or Ashley when it comes to what we enjoy sexually.” “We’re all animals sexually Brad, we just don’t like to admit to ourselves. Society has conditioned us to deny ourselves hedonistic enjoyment of sex. We try to surround ourselves with people that can let that conditioning go and join us in realizing the full potential of our enjoying our bodies and the taboo mental aspects of all kinds of sexual acts. You and Ashley appear to be that kind of people. We will know for sure before you leave. I feel sure, based on your acceptance of Al fucking your ass and both of you enjoying Ashley’s craving enjoyment of black cock fucking that you will be frequent visitors to our penthouse home.”, Anna stated with a smile on her face. Actually I felt reasonably sure in the elevator after seeing both your open-mindedness and spontaneous reaction to sexual situations. It seemed you both were quite willing to experience new things at the spur of the moment and we like that. That’s living life not just existing in it. Turn the monitor on Al and lets see what Ashley and the men are up to. Ashley was relaxing in the hot tub with two pairs of black hands gliding over her body as they massaged and teased her until she felt in heaven. She had never been pampered and caressed like this before. She was expected to do nothing except enjoy her black men’s caresses and massaging hands. Suddenly a large screen rolled down and she saw Anna, Brad and Al in a large swimming pool. Her breathing quickened slightly as she watched her husband mouthing their host’s pussy at the edge of the pool. She began filling with a need to touch herself as Anna responded to Brads deep tonguing of her pussy. As if her mind was read she felt a finger touch her clit and begin softly rolling it under its tip. What is Al doing she wonders as it appears he’s trying to get a closer look over Brad’s shoulder at his wife’s debasing. She sees Brads head jerk up and back and then lower and hang motionless. She then noticed Al’s hands on her husband’s hips and her jaw dropped open and her clit began screaming as she realized Al was fucking her husband in his ass. Her chest was heaving now and the hand at her clit was pressuring her harder, her body jerked and trembled as her arousement built to a fever pitch as she watched Brad pressing his ass back into Al’s skinny long cock like he loved it. Marcus picked up a remote of sorts and pressed a button and she heard her husband begging Al to fuck his asshole harder, deeper. She felt herself blushing knowing these stud black men were seeing everything transpiring. She wondered if she could ever think of her husbands as a man as her two black lovers grinned and joked about how much Brad loved his first ass fucking. Could she ever respect him after hearing him begging for another man’s cum to be fucked deep up his asshole? She saw Marcus and Herman’s dicks stiffening as she thought, these are manly men. Black cocks are what every woman should have fucking her. These men ooze manliness from every pore of their bodies she thinks. This is the kind of man she always thought her husband was, but now……..? She had to admit though that she was wet watching Al fuck Brad while Brad was inside Anna’s pussy. She found herself wishing she was there to see it up close and personal. She knew she couldn’t wait much longer before asking these two black studs to fuck her again as she remembered the feel of them both fucking her pussy at the same time. Her chest was heaving when Herman asked if watching men fuck turned her on, if she enjoyed what she was watching. She blushed as she admitted that yes it turned her on a lot. Herman smiled at Marcus and Marcus rose and knelt on the towel. Herman positioned himself behind his upraised ass and began pressing his huge dick up Marcus’s ass less than a foot from Ashley’s face as he says, “Anything you find pleasure in just ask and you can experience it here beautiful lady. Hearing Marcus’s moans as Herman began fucking him had her flooding her pussy with her wet need. She felt compelled to move to them and began stroking Marcus’s huge cock as it jerked beneath him. Brad was lost to her as she felt the meaty heaviness of his dick in her hand. Her head bent and she placed her lips on his glans and began adoring his black dick with her mouth. It only took a few minutes of sucking such a manly cock to build a hunger of epic proportions in her pussy. She lifted her head and whispered in Marcus ear, “I need you in me now”. He lifted his body and told her to, “Lay here beneath me”. Once she was laying beneath him he lowered himself until his dick was pressing inside her as she moaned at the full feeling his dick presented her as he lay down fully upon her body holding his cock still as Herman pounded it deeper and deeper into her undulating pussy as he fucked Marcus up his black ass. Marcus was lying flush upon her body as he was fucked deeply. Each hard thrust of Herman’s dick embedded Marcus’ cock deeper inside Ashley until her head was flailing side to side with the insanity his dick placed in her mind as his black cock desecrated her husband’s white pussy. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor as she held her pussy up to the punishing stiffness impaling her, stretching her painfully. She loved it, loved knowing that even these manly men took it up their asses which in some crazy way allowed her to still respect her husband. She felt the dick stretching her deeply stiffen and swell each time Herman’s ramrod like cock forced deep inside Marcus’ asshole and knew he was enjoying the feel of being assfucked. Ashley’s mind was succumbing to this new experience and she was lost to the knowledge and emotions of having a black cock providing such intense pleasure to her married white cunt. She couldn’t help but think of Johnny’s huge dick and her need to feel him hurting her with it. Her hands reach up and grab Marcus by his ass cheeks and pull them apart, spreading them as she implores Herman to “Fuck his ass harder baby, drive that black cock into him all the way and make him hurt my pussy. Doit Herman, rip it open, give it to me like my husband is watching you….make Marcus hurt me….please…fuck him hard”, as her thoughts were of Johnny stroking his cock in her panties. The same hunger she felt then was filling her now as she ground up into Marcus’ huge dick. Her mind slipped into a place of desperate need as she watched the screen and saw the three of them cumming together. She had never in her life been so desperate to have a dick cum in her pussy as she was at this instant. She now understood what Gloria meant when she said she loved what happened to her and how she was jealous of her if they were picked. Like her, Gloria had been relatively inexperienced sexually before she was awakened here in the penthouse. Ashley loves what she is undergoing in their initiation to Anna and Al’s world. She glanced at the monitor, her head flailing as she began tensing to the intense pain of Marcus’ African cock stretching her unmercifully. Seeing Brad and their hosts watching her intently, knowing her husband was seeing her so out of control and unable to prevent her plight instilled an excitement that had her orgasm deepening. Spasms coursed in voltage like waves through every cell of her body, waves that had no beginning and no end as she gripped his hips tightly. The pain of his penetrating thrusts instilled one long never ending parade of thrills that had her pleading, screaming, unable to still her body as she hunched uncontrollably into the Blackness provoking the madness she felt. Anna’s manservant Jonathan had stood nearby watching everything transpiring until Anna spoke to him through the monitor saying, “Bring the staff to the pool area Jonathan, and have them ready”. “Yes maam”, he replied as he turned and walked away. Brad was mesmerized by the way his wife’s body moved as she fucked Marcus. Her hips undulated wildly, hunching, rolling, pressing up into his dick until her face was etched with the pain of her deep impalement. Her face also expressed the intense pleasure she felt, a pleasure he knew he could never gift her with his smaller white dick. She was in a heaven of her black lover’s making. He could not understand his own arousement but he knew seeing her used, fucked by black men had him straining the skin of his glans as her screams and passion filled moans permeated his body and had him grasping his hard cock. Shortly, Jonathan entered and turned and watched as 12 nude black men entered behind him. Brad couldn’t help but notice their normally stiff cocks were limp and flaccid as they filed in. Anna turned to brad and smiled and said, “I know how much you enjoy watching your wife being abused by Black cock honey, so you are free to ask as many of the staff as you wish to join her. You already know how that is accomplished.” Brad watched their dicks and blushed at the realization that he was beginning to enjoy this ritual of asking men to fuck his wife. He couldn’t help stiffening at the thought of sucking their cocks hard for his beautiful wife’s enjoyment. He wasn’t sure if it was because of his own enjoyment of sucking their dicks or his desire for Ashley to be gang raped by all the black men there, but he wound up asking them to a man to fuck his seemingly insatiable wife. Brad found he didn’t enjoy sucking a soft dick near as much as a hard throbbing one but his mind was still fogged by the time he had the last man ramming hard into his throat with his stiffly sucked cock. Al laughed as he asked Anna, “Remind you of anyone honey? What say we all mosey over to the hot tub area and watch the fun.” In the short time it took Brad and his hosts to walk to the hot tub area Ashley had already found herself with a hard black cock inhabiting each of her holes, her hands pulling hungrily at two more. Anna motioned for Jonathan to come to her and told him he could feel free to join if Brad were to ask him to, as she looked expectantly toward Brad. Jonathan was flaccid as Brad knelt before the huge black man. He was a giant of a man, powerful appearing and never smiled. Brad took his black cock into his hand and realized why he didn’t care for sucking flaccid cocks. For some weird reason he felt completely homosexual as he began licking and sucking at his thick black dick. His huge presence intimidated Brad and instilled a feeling of the man’s dominance over him. He felt a sissy as his mouth brought Jonathan’s black dick to life so that he could also enjoy the feel of Brad’s wife’s warm inner flesh gripping his manly dick. It hadn’t bothered him sucking their hard dicks but to have to suck their dicks hard from a flaccid state gave him pause. It was as if he was sucking their dicks because he wanted to and they knew it and thought of him as a cocksucker. Even though HE knew he enjoyed sucking them he still wasn’t comfortable with anyone else knowing it. When they possessed raging hard cocks he was merely “Asking them to fuck her, to enable his wife to enjoy those hard cocks”, but to suck a man and instill a desire into his body when his wife wasn’t even present made him feel inherently gay. But his inhibitions didn’t deter him from wanting to see Jonathan buried to his large balls in his wife’s pussy. His head bobbed as his tongue adored his stiffening cock. As he sucked Jonathan’s cock he could feel it growing in his mouth, thickening greatly, lengthening by what seemed three or four times its original state. He heard Anna speak to her manservant as he fucked Brad’s mouth saying, “Feel free to cum whenever you feel like it tonight dear and tell the others to please not restrain in offering up their hot cum to our guests either.” “Thank you maam, I’m sure everyone will be glad to hear that, it’s been a while since they had that freedom.” Then Brad felt his large hands grip his head and begin fucking his now stiff dick into the back of his mouth. He used Brad’s mouth like he would a pussy, holding him as he fucked his dick deeper into his throat with each hard thrust of his hips. Brad choked and tried to pull his head away but Jonathan’s hands squeezed hard upon his head and the pressure felt like he could pop his skull like a pea if he desired. Brad had tears forming in his eyes and a fear in his mind as he was subjugated by this giant black man’s cock. He felt his throat stretched and his throat muscles convulsed as he tried to swallow which just allowed his dick to ram deeper as he moaned his love of Brad’s sucking. He withdrew to Brad’s mouth where his cocksucker couldn’t help but cough saliva over his dick and out his mouth to flow down his chin. Jonathan’s hands squeezed his head and his dick buried itself in Brad’s throat and he trembled once and then his glans swelled and an explosion of cum spewed from his throbbing tip to choke Brad and cause him to swallow quickly. Brad felt humiliated as he tasted black ball juice flooding his mouth until it was overflowing out around his cock as he was unable to swallow as fast as Jonathan’s big balls emptied themselves into his sucking mouth. Brads mind succumbed to his black master as he fucked his fat glans deep in his throat, until choking, the air in his lungs caused cum to fill his nasal cavity, burning his sensitive nasal passages. “Suck it bitch boy, get all that black nut. Show me how bad you want to see your beautiful wife cum on this dick while I make her crave to feel my balls gift her my black children.” Brad did, he sucked and licked every last vestige of his ball’s expulsion from him. Then Jonathan said lick dem balls cunt boy and when he did Brad moaned loudly as his own dick began exploding cum from his balls with nothing touching him. Anna laughed as she lowered herself quickly to her knees and bent and sucked Brad’s glans into her mouth and began literally sucking the remaining hot spurts from his balls. Her suctioning lips had him holding her head tightly as his mind seemed to melt and flow to his dick where Anna swallowed it eagerly. Al smiled and looked at Jonathan and said, “Damn I think he enjoyed you gifting him your babies to taste Jon, he’s a real cocksucker isn’t he?” Brad was humiliated at the whole experience but he knew that he enjoyed it and would gladly do it again. He had felt so helpless in Jonathan’s grasp but that same feeling aroused him beyond belief and as much as he’d try to deny it to others he enjoyed having him force his hot cum down his throat. His eyes found Ashley and she was staring at him but he wasn’t sure she was even aware of seeing him as she cum repeatedly. She had a wild feverish look in her eyes as if there was something unleashed within her that even she never knew dwelled in her body. Anyone could tell that her mind was incapable of sensible thought processes. Her mind and body could only respond to each new stimuli by hunching and writhing out of control. Her body was covered with perspiration, the light making her body appear to glisten. Seeing her tense and moan as black balls propelled their hot cum from long black cocks to cover her body in pearlescent white globs and streams had Brad moaning his excitement. His chest was heaving as he seemed to feel his wife’s excitement gripping her as she felt hot cum injected into her pussy, ass and forcefully shot into her throat. Anna lay down beside Ashley and spread her thighs and was quickly impaled and groaning as her hips began a rapid hunching as Herman’s dick began fucking quickly to her depths. As her arousement heightened Herman rolled her atop him and a long black dick found its way into her bowels. Al moved to her face and offered his wife his long skinny cock which she immediately sucked into her mouth and began sliding it into her throat. Al’s ass rolled and squeezed until a thin black guy knelt behind him and with a hand on Al’s shoulder placed his thick glans at the older man’s asshole and began pressing into him with a forceful steady pressure. Al groaned loudly and began pressing back into the guy’s pistoning dick saying, “Yeah that’s it take my ass, give it to me son, you know what I like, hit it hard”, as he obviously loved being ass fucked by the black man. Brad couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. He walked over by Al to watch the black cock stroking in his ass and the elderly man grabbed his dick and began sucking it like he needed its cum to survive. Brad couldn’t help but grab his head and begin hunching into his mouth as the sensations Al’s tongue caused as it ran slickly around his glans had him moaning. Brad saw a black man around 25 years old move behind him but he didn’t realize the man’s intentions until he felt his assshole being forced open and a hot throbbing registering against his gripping anus. The man wrapped his arms around him and held him close to his black body as he began slowly moving inside him. Brad glanced across at his wife and saw her being fucked in her pussy and ass while staring at him. Her eyes shone with a lustful excitement as she watched his body writhe between Al and the man fucking his asshole so sensually. Brad was becoming increasingly drawn under the spell of the arousement caused by the large black cock stretching his ass deeply and the wet sucking of Al’s talented mouth. Watching Ashley, seeing her arousement fogging her eyes had Brad moaning, body pressing first rearwards and then holding Al’s head as he pressed into his suctioning mouth. Seeing the black dick fucking her asshole made it seem he was feeling her pleasure as he felt his own ass being fucked so wonderfully. Their gazes locked as they seemed one person, the same feelings coursing through one as the other. They both felt such a love for each other as they realized they both loved their sexual awakening under the huge black cocks that pumped joy into both their bodies. They both yearned to be in the other’s arms but the sensations filling them both had them quickly approaching orgasm and when it happened they moaned together. Al sucked hungrily at his dick as he fed him his cum. As his butt squeezed while pressing another hot load into the suctioning heaven of the old man’s lips his black lover filled his ass with his own liquid release. Brad felt like the black ball juice pumping up his ass was being shot completely through his body to be expelled out his jerking cock as Al’s lips coaxed repeated blasts of seething lava like cum to explode into the hot cauldron of his mouth. Brad saw his wife’s orgasm, her head thrown back, mouth gaping but no sound flowing from her as he knew she was feeling both huge dicks pumping like fire hoses within her as they filled her with their own volcanic expulsions. Her body trembled, then began shaking with intensity as her moans began and kept increasing in shrillness until she screamed her pleasure as they fucked their black sperm into his wife so forcefully she felt ripping. “OH GOD YES!, aaarrrggghhHHHHHH……….yes…..yes……oh fuck you’re killing me……….fuck…me…….ohhhhhhhhhfuck……so fuckin big…..arghhhh……….hurt….oh fuck…..hurt it………..DOIT!........aaiiiiieeeeeEEEEEEEEEYESSSSSS…….oh god…cum…i.i.in…his..a.a.a.ass”, she screamed and moaned as she watched the black man fucking her husband begin holding him tightly as his hips thrust hard into Brad’s undulating asshole. Seeing her husband grinding his ass back into a spewing black dick, fucking Al’s mouth, the look on his face screaming of his enjoyment at a black cock filling him, had her own orgasms’ intensity increasing with each hot blast into her soul from either black man fucking her. All of Anna and Al’s manservants knew what was expected of them. This was a treat to them. Normally they had to use their cocks for the pleasure of their guests, many times not being allowed to cum until Anna or Al collected their hot sperm from them in some sexual manner. But this time they could cum whenever and wherever they felt like it. Having a beautiful woman like Ashley to unload their tight, full nuts into was an extreme pleasure, especially as her husband heard her acceptance of their large hot loads of black baby sperm. Ashley seemed insatiable as she lay with open thighs allowing any black cock that wished, to experience the hunger her white pussy had for its hot juicy loads of sperm. Brad could easily discern his wife’s inability to say no to any man with black skin that wished to pound her pussy full of his cum. His heart was heavy wondering just how her new addiction to black cock would affect their relationship. He lay beside her trying to remember what it had been that brought the slut out of her earlier today. He remembered “Hernie” fucking his beautiful, normally reserved wife like a common slut, basically in public and her obvious excitement at the feel of another man’s dick inside her. Earlier he had been the only man to know the feel of her pussy clenching his hard dick, the only man to have defiled her pussy with hot ball cum. Now as he lay watching her hips drive up forcefully into a black cock while begging him to fill her husband’s pussy with his cum, he had to wonder if that was true. Watching her as she held his smaller white dick in her fist as she ground her pussy into the black dick she seemed to crave he found it hard to believe he had satisfied the hunger she was exhibiting now, Or that she had really been faithful all those years. His love for her made him believe her just as she had to believe he had never dreamed he could sex another man before the excitement of the day freed them both from any inhibition or pride they had brought to the penthouse with them. Brad wanted to believe if he had known what was to transpire when they stepped into the elevator earlier that he wouldn’t have got in it. But as he watched his wife adoring a black cock with her lips and tongue, his dick pulsing as he remembered Jonathan fucking his own throat he knew he was lying to himself. He crawled to her and smiled at her as he placed his mouth on Marcus’s cock and began sucking him. Ashley felt her pussy fill with a hunger for cock as she sucked Marcus with her husband till his dick was flowing precum. “Hold it for me Brad, I have to have it me in baby. God that was so hot sucking black dick with you”, she said, as she positioned her pussy over the cock Brad held straight up for his wife to plunge her pussy down on. “Oh god baby, I could never get enough black cock now. Look how he fills my pussy honey…ohhhhhh..god….Marcus I love your dick baby”, she moaned lovingly. Brad felt so close to his wife as she touched him, steadied herself with her hand on his shoulder as she rose and fell on Marcus’s now moving dick. “Oh god Brad all these guys are so much bigger than you baby. Every time I cum I just need more and more honey. I can’t understand why I never felt like this when you fucked me baby. The more of his dick she pressed into her pussy the more desperate her hunching became as she rose and fell on his dick , her breathing becoming loud gasping sounds as she rammed onto his up thrusting black dick. Brad saw a heat in his wife’s eyes, a gleaming like she had flames dancing within her as her hand reached out and found Brad’s head and pulled it to her pussy as she leaned back on Marcus’s body saying, “Eat us honey, please baby, I need you to be a part of me enjoying other men’s big dicks. I need to know you still love me Brad after watching me with all these wonderful black men!” Brad knew what she was feeling, it was the reason he sucked men so that she could enjoy their huge dicks. He had wanted to be a part of her pleasure also. He crawled between Marcus’s spread thighs and lay down as his arms wrapped his wife’s thighs and began sucking and licking at her clit avidly. Her hands reached down and held her husband’s head as she pleaded, “Lick his dick baby, let me see you lick my juices off his cock as he fucks me. Fuck me Marcus, make me cum on your dick so Brad can suck it off. Oh my god Brad you’re…you’re making me…….ohfuck…suck me….oh damn baby! Oh baby, seeing you…arrghhhh…licking…aarrgghhh….another man’s aaiieeee…dick…ungh……w.w.while ……he’s…f.f.fucking….ohhhhhhhgod…..m.m.my…aarrghhh pussy……c.c.cumming…….ohFUCK…..Oh shit Marcus……yes…yes……ohgod he’s hurting my pussy so good……lick us honey…….aarrggghhhhHHHHHH” Brad was boiling inside, his dick was jerking wildly. He needed to cum, he needed to fuck his wife but he watched as Marcus fucked his wife, saw his fat cock pistoning in her fitfully and then noticed his asshole. It appeared wet with cum oozing from it as his body moved as he buried his dick into Brads wife. Brad moved closer and pressed his white dick into Marcus’s asshole and began fucking him in earnest as his wife grunted and groaned as she ground her pussy into his black cock. Brad began rolling Ashley’s clit beneath his thumb as he roughly fucked Marcus’s ass. Marcus was moaning, his ass lifting to Brads cock but ramming Ashley’s pussy with each lifting of his hips. Brad needed his wife’s lips, needed to kiss her as his hands squeezed her tits as he fucked her black lover. He felt his balls lifting close to his body and when Marcus squeezed his ass hard down on Brads cock he exploded in his spunk filled asshole. Brad’s mind felt confused, torn. He wanted to hold someone, he thought he wished he could put his arms around his wife and hug her as he spewed deep into Marcus’s body but if she hadn’t been atop him he was sure he would have lain on his black body and held him close as his black ass squeezed and milked his cum from his white cock. God he thought, I may even kiss him I feel so close to him, NO!, NO!, his mind immediately rebelled. He threw himself backwards and lay there panting, trying to come to terms with his sexuality in his mind as Marcus rolled Ashley onto her stomach and began persecuting her pussy roughly. Being assfucked had him excited and wanting to cum. He fucked her deep, hard, ramming into her pussy as she cried out in pain but her ass was lifting into each hard thrust of his blackness. Brad watched his ass cheeks squeeze and his hips ram downwards forcefully as he yelled his pleasure. Brad found it hard to believe his semi-hard dick was again pulsing as he watched his wife’s white body pressing up into Marcus’ rough, grinding thrusts. Her hunger had her hips lifting her pussy so forcefully she lifted his black body while her hips gyrated, grinding into his black cock until he swelled within her. Her cries begged for him to fill her pussy as she bucked and hunched back into his volcanic like eruption expressing her need for what she was experiencing in not only her body but her mind. Anna and Al both began clapping and Al said, “Damn if I ain’t gonna have to start filming these two with our blacks baby. Well, its late, lets turn in and leave these lovers alone. Marcus before you go show them to their room. “Yes sir”, he replied quickly. For the first time since they got off the elevator Brad and Ashley were in each other’s arms. If there was any doubt of the condition of their marriage it was dispelled from them both as they kissed. Everything else was sex, but the passion in their kiss was love. Ashley lay with her head on his shoulder on the floor and sighed, “I love black dicks honey, god I hope I can still feel you after all that”. You’ll be fine after a few days at home Marcus assured her as he apologized for eavesdropping. “I want to thank you both for the wonderful day today. We all enjoyed your beautiful wife Brad and I also enjoyed you also, I am a kinda anal freak, Al’s responsible for that I guess.”, he said with sincerity in his voice. Ashley sat up with her arms wrapping her legs and asked, “Other than the obvious sexual benefits why do you guys stay here Marcus, don’t you feel like slaves being at their beck and call all the time”, Ashley asked him seriously? “Yeah, sometimes I guess, but we are paid to do it rather handsomely and the times they have guests like you two we all enjoy our jobs tremendously”, he replied “Not to be nosey but what are big wonderful black cocks worth today’, Ashley asked laughing and then added, “I’m sure not as much as the pleasure you imparted to me is worth” Marcus said, “Trust me you wouldn’t believe me if I told you”. “Really, I would think Anna and Al would pay reasonably well”, she replied, thinking he meant the pay was not very good. “Oh I didn’t mean they didn’t, just the opposite in fact. None of us would ever have a reason to leave this job until we can’t get it up anymore. By then we won’t have to worry about finances though. I probably shouldn’t say anything but I believe you can be trusted not to reveal this conversation so I’ll just say mid six figures. All the manservants are paid the same except Jonathan and he’s responsible for running the penthouse and the payroll and just about everything to do with this place so I can’t imagine what he earns.”, he says. Brad almost chokes as he realizes the guys fucking his wife and himself make almost as much as he does. Laughing, Brad asks, “What are the educational requirements to get a job here I might be interested for that kind of money.” Marcus thought he was being serious and answered, “Well most of the guys have degrees, some two or more and a few masters. Jonathan has a doctorate in business management. Just so you know, that big dumbass black bull act of his is just to turn on the guests, he is really a very gentle giant, very well-mannered, courteous and considerate of everyone’s feelings. Anna would never hire a thug type even though we’re trained to act the part for certain of her guests. They must have been impressed with you two. I have never known them to cancel a party at the last minute like they did today. Catherine seemed worried as hell also, I think she’s afraid her and her husband have fallen into disfavor because of them cancelling the party. The party is a real power trip for her as she usually gets to pick the couple for Anna and Al. I had better be quiet before I get myself fired for talking out of school.” Marcus showed them to their room and Ashley put her arms around him and kissed him very passionately for a very long time as Brad stood there feeling uncomfortable as his wife kissed him like she had only kissed him before. Brad could tell she wanted him, wanted him to enter the room with them. When they finally broke the kiss Brad said, “I’m ready for the hot tub baby, what about you?” She seemed torn. Her hand absent-mindedly fell to Marcus’ hardening dick and held him as she glanced at her husband with what appeared to be a silent pleading in her eyes for him to understand as her hand stroked his black cock slowly. “Maybe Marcus would like to join us baby”, she said with a nervousness borne of the throbbing at her clit. Marcus replied, “I would really like to Ashley but once we’re dismissed it is considered inappropriate for us to entertain a guest. I’m sure we will play again tomorrow if you’re not sore from today, if Brad permits it.” Ashley looks at her husband and says, “Oh Brad will permit it won’t you honey”, while letting his cock drop from her hand with a disappointed sigh escaping her lips. “Oh yes, anything to keep you happy sweetie”, he replied. “Well I guess I’ll say goodnight then”, Marcus says as he turns to leave, but Ashley’s hand grips his lingeringly, causing him to pause and smile before she finally allows him to leave. After Marcus walked away Brad looked at her and said, “You really love fucking those black guys don’t you babe. You’d have had him sleeping with us tonight wouldn’t you honey?” “Yes”, she replied wistfully. “I’d love to watch him fuck your ass while you fucked me Brad, or have him fuck my ass while I sucked you, or…….”. Brad cut her off mid- sentence laughing and saying, “I get the picture you little nympho now shut up before you get me hard again if that’s even humanly possible. They entered the “Room” which was more like a penthouse apartment in any building but this one. The hot tub would hold a dozen people and everything in each room was the most modern and most luxurious that could be had. The whole suite, which is what it actually would be called anywhere else appeared to be set up for any kind of sexual pleasure the occupants wished to enjoy. Ashley found a small remote looking device on the dresser in the bedroom and was gazing at its buttons as she tried to figure out how to turn the tv on. Then she realized there was no tv. She remarked to Brad that she found it funny there was no tv in the room. He bent and picked up what also appeared to be a remote and pressed the power button. There was a whirring sound and suddenly the wall became what appeared to be a large screen with a beautiful video of an ocean beach displayed with a menu in the center. Above the bed what seemed to be a projector was shining brightly. Clever, Brad remarked. “Then what is this”, she asked. She pressed a button labeled “Swing” and a fixture on the ceiling opened and what appeared to be one of those sex swings was lowered in the center of the room. She began pushing buttons and the swing rotated either left or right as she pressed the appropriate button. She also saw, Up, Down, Set Stroke and confusingly, “Piston”, which she pressed and watched as the swing began lifting and falling smoothly. A subset of buttons below Piston were labeled Rough, Smooth, Rotate and Combo. Rough had the swing lifting, almost jerking up and then seemingly allowed to free fall after rising around ten inches. She pressed Combo and nothing happened. Turning the remote over she found instructions saying to press combo and then any two of the other buttons in the subset. She pressed Combo, Rotate and Rough. The swing began rotating as it lifted and fell as before, turning 360 degrees as it rose and fell continuously. Her pussy was filling with moisture as she imagined the fun to be had with this swing. At the bottom of the remote was “Table” with a subset of Rise, Lower, Tilt and also Rotate. They were both amazed to see the carpeted floor open and a narrow table rise on what appeared to be a large hydraulic cylinder. It was obviously designed for a person’s body to lay upon it. Beneath it in small compartments were an assortment of various size black dildos that appeared to snap into a hole in the cushions at the lower back area of the table. The whole top of the table seemed to float horizontally in any direction for a foot or so. They were both intrigued but neither felt up to experimenting with it at that time. Ashley returned the swing and table to their respective hiding places and suggested they relax in the hot tub while wondering what other hidden treasures there were in the different rooms. Even the hot tub had strategically placed water jets that could easily evoke intense orgasms in Ashley’s body and did. There was even an apparatus on a hose that Brad placed his cock into and was soon bending, moaning as swirling water sucked at his hard dick and seemed to suck his cum from his balls. They both soon realized this was not the place to relax with the water jets marked “Intimate” turned on. They decided they both needed to be in the bed holding each other tightly while reflecting on the day’s events. “This is what I could never live without”, Ashley says as she snuggles close to her husband’s body and holds him. She feels safe, secure, loved, when they are together like this. All day as she felt her body being used, made to cum in ways she had never experienced before, she missed this feeling. She would readily admit her love of the way everyone that touched her made her feel sexually, instilling pleasure that was indescribable but this feeling she has with Brad is more fulfilling and satisfying than any sex could ever be. Besides, she thinks, if she can have both why deny herself the feel of those wonderful black men stretching her, filling her so deeply with their hot ball juice. They both drifted off to sleep as they wondered what new sexual discoveries would unfold in their lives at this penthouse. Ashley’s last words before slipping into an exhausted sleep were, “Damn what a wonderful way this is to assure your job is secure honey”. Chapter VI: Arianna’s Blackening! Doug is up early awaiting his friends arrival. Within minutes of his arising he sees them pulling in the driveway. Once he has them inside he tells them of his plan and then goes up to awaken Ari. He lies down and puts his arm around her and begin lightly kissing her lips while squeezing her ass cheeks and allowing his fingers to play over her skin. She pushes him away and yawns loudly as her arms stretch up to the ceiling before falling around his neck as she moans, “Good morning my big cocked brother”. Her lips find his and she kisses him displaying the same passionate hunger as she had yesterday. Her hand finds his dick and she squeezes it as if to make sure what they shared yesterday was real and his dick was that big. She pulled at him as she broke their kiss and asked, “Will you think me a nympho slut if I ask you to fuck me right now brother?” Doug rolled her over till she lay atop him her legs lying astraddle his. He opened his thighs and said, “You want to fuck before breakfast?” “You can be my breakfast”, she replied as her lips again found his. She didn’t see him motion for Derrick to come join them. Doug held her head as they kissed and Derrick eased onto the bed between their thighs and began pressing his hard black cock into her pussy. Mmmmmmm she moaned as she thought it was Doug entering her pussy. Her hips began moving, gyrating around the hardness at her center as it entered her deeper and deeper. Breaking their kiss she moaned, “God I love your dick Doug”, as she began hunching, hips holding her pussy to the swollen invader entering her. Doug gazed in her lust filled eyes and asked her, “You still want to fuck my black friends Ari?” He began huching his now hard dick against her groin and suddenly it dawned on her that it wasn’t her brother fucking her. “Oh my god Doug who’s fucking me? Its not….oh my god….it is……oh god I’ve got a black guy fucking me don’t I?” Ari was instantaneously ablaze with a hunger that had festered inside her since the first time she had seen Johnny’s hard dick. Every sensation in her pussy became magnified as her arousement grew more intense with each driving thrust of his black dick. Derrick had just pressed his black balls against her clit when she exploded. Her entire body tensed, then as she realized she was cumming on a black cock her moans became loud and her body trembled as she begged, “Fuck me…ohgod your dick feels so fucking huge……doit…fuck me hard…..ohfuckyeah….like that…..YES!......oh god please don’t stop……oh god Doug….he’s so good…..c.c..can’t….s.s.stop cummin.” Her hips wriggled forcefully each time her spams relaxed, but the next hard thrust of his cock again had her holding her pussy back to his rapid pounding screaming, “FUCK ME…..OHGOD…fuck me with your black dick….oh my god it’s so hard, so fuckin huge…aaarrgghhhhHHHHHHH……..oh shit Doug he’s rippin my fuckin pussy……fuckme!.....don’t stop…hurt….me…..aaaiiieeeEEEEEEE.” Derrick was leaning over her back, his weight on his outstretched arms when suddenly his body fell on hers and he began roughly fucking his black dick as deeply as possible into Ari’s pussy. “OH GOD…he’s gonna cum in my white pussy…..YES…oh fuck I’ve wanted this so long…….cum….CUM…oh fuck please cum….oh damn I need it so bad…fuck it hard…gimme your cum…goddamn it give me that nigger cum…AAArrRRGHHHHHHHHHFUCKIT…….oh god I feel it…….fuck Doug he’s cumming….aaiiiEEEEEE Don’t stop………oh god I’m cumming so good…….oh god Doug his cum is so fuckin hot. Doug had crawled from under her body and was sitting on the edge of the bed stroking his dick. God she loves his dick he was thinking as he watched his sister be dominated by his friend’s cock. Ari was out-of-control, screaming, hunching back into his dick explosively, ramming into his deepest, hardest thrusts like a woman possessed. Doug felt his cum about to explode from his balls and he placed his dick at his sister’s mouth and her head moved quickly to engulf his fat glans and began sucking him almost viciously. She craved cum, her tongue flailed his cock, head bobbing as she attempted to force him down her throat, her moans gurgling in her throat as the hunger she felt expressed itself. She began sucking hard on just his glans and he heard Derrick’s moans and groans and felt his own cum explode from his tip as he held his sister’s head roughly to his spewing cock. They all moaned and groaned as time stood still while their bodies tensed repeatedly. Derrick tensed, stabbing Ari’s pussy as his hot cum splayed forcefully into her deepest depths. Ari tensed as she felt Derricks cum seem to be pressed all the way up into her throat and coughed out desperately around her brother’s cock as he choked her deeply with it. Doug tensed as his sister sucked his cum forcefully from his balls. She felt she could die as they forced their cum in her from both ends of her body. The heat from their cum spread through her until it felt as if her entire body was aflame as she gagged, unable to breathe, she didn’t care, all that mattered for those moments was the womanly feeling these two cocks instilled in her as they spew repeatedly. Then just as she thought her life was ended Doug backed his throbbing dick to her mouth allowing her to cough and clear her airway as she undulated on the black dick still jerking strongly inside her. It seemed an eternity of hard stabbing thrusts before Derricks ardor began to wane and his body relaxed upon her’s. Rolling from her body Derrick moaned and said, “Nice to meet you Ari”, as he chuckled. The three of them lay there panting, chests heaving as Doug asked Ari, “Well sis you like Derricks black dick?” “Oh my god Doug, YES!, I love his wonderful black dick”, she exclaimed as her hand slowly held and stroked his cum coated dick while she gazed at its blackness. “Thank you Doug for making my dream come true, and thank you for fucking me so good with your black dick Derrick. I hope you plan on using that black monster some more with me today because I know I need it!”, Ari said almost gratefully. “Why don’t you jump in the shower sis and me and Derrick will go fix us some breakfast!” Doug said to her. “Yeah I need one from all the fucking we been doing, I’ll be right down as soon as I scrub up a little”, Ari said as she stretched showing off her perfect body before turning and entering her adjoining bath. Doug and Derrick smiled at each other and waited. It only took seconds before Ari screamed, Oh my god! And then ohhhhhhhhfucck…….oh shit yes……oh damn…….fuck me!.....so fucking big and hard Oh god I love my brother so fucking much….ohhhh…ohhh ….god you’re ripping my pussy so deep….no, no…god no don’t stop….fuck me…..THERE…shit yes right there….aaaarrrgghhhhhhYYEESSS. Marvin picked Ari up and walked with her bouncing on his hard black cock back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed with her screaming how bad her pussy hurt and in the next cry shouting for him to fuck her hard. Ari was atop him fucking her pussy down onto his dick crazily, hunching wildly as she screamed how big Marvin’s black dick was. Watching her had Doug and Derrick’s cocks jerking with need. Derrick moved behind her and Doug handed him a bottle of astroglide and watched as he coated his cock until it gleamed with wetness. Then he began pressing his fingers into Ari’s ass coating her anus muscle liberally before handing the bottle back to Doug and begins to press his dick up her tight ass. Ari screamed as he penetrated her, forcing her sensitive ring of nerves to open widely as it engulfed his fat dick. Her hand reached back to try and press him out of her body but he persisted in forcing half his black dick into her ass before stopping. Ashley felt her asshole ripping, stretching and burning as Derrick entered her. Then as he stopped Marvin began fucking her smoothly, rapidly without hurting her deeply and soon she was hunching her clit against Marvin’s body and the hard invader of her ass began coaxing streams of pleasure to join the pleasure her mashed clit instilled in her mind. Sensing her need Derrick began stroking slowly and Ari began moaning with the knowledge she had two hung black guys fucking her simultaneously. She felt so slutty knowing how much she loved having their black cocks in her body. What had seemed so taboo all these years now felt so right, so good, so deep. Gazing down into Marvin’s face as he fucked up into her white body she knew he knew she loved fucking his black cock, knew by the wetness inside her how much she truly loved having a black man inside her white body. The sensations they instilled drew her so close to these men, each time she tensed in a new orgasm she lowered her face and kissed him as her pussy ground down into his hurtful length while he ground up into her forcefully. “I think your sister is coming closer to being a black cock slut every time these nigga dicks make her cum Doug my man”, Derrick says while gazing into Ari’s eyes”. “Wrong, I became a black cock slut when Derrick filled my pussy with his black babies, I just felt so damned slutty when his cock began spewing his hot juice inside me knowing it’s a black guy violating me. Its so different with a black cock than a white one. Doug is huge but the feeling’s not the same mentally, its sorta like Doug has his own taboo feeling because he’s my brother and you guys have your own intense way of making me cum. I’ve never felt that way with any white guys and I just don’t even think they turn me any more now. Oh my god….oh god yes..right there…..oh god I’m…I’m..ohhhhhhhhhh damn Doug…thank..you…..arrghh thank you so much big brother………..Shit…shit…..oh my fuckin god I love black cocks….AAAIIIIEEEEEEE DOITHARD!....YES…..YES…ughhh…….unghhHHH……….cum…..cum..in..me…….needit…..so..bad! Doug watched his sister cum repeatedly as his friends both fucked her using long vicious strokes of their dicks. Her head flailed wildly as if she was trying to shake the madness they instilled in her body from her mind. Seeing that she couldn’t escape their hard dicks she seemed driven to make them cum to rid herself of the insanity of pleasure she was permeated by as they fucked their black cocks into her soul, addicting her to the frenzied hunger their dicks caused to overwhelm her mind and drive her actions. When they finally filled her, the scream from her lips could probably be heard down the block as her body shook violently, intensely until she slumped between them exhausted. They both extracted their bloated cocks from her pussy as she grabbed them both saying, “My god where does all these dicks go inside me, they’re so fucking huge. Look at all the cum running out of me Doug, my god have you guys been saving up for a month to fill me up. Then she lay back and moaned as her thighs squeezed together and she said, “Oh my god how could I possibly want more of these black dicks, I must really be addicted, and then laughed loudly.” “Tell you what sis, why don’t you and I go fix breakfast and these two can take a quick shower and then join us. You guys hungry”, he asked them as he winked? “Yeah, I’m starving for some more of your sis’s pussy man, but I guess I should put some fuel in the tank so I can show her a black man’s stamina”, Marvin said laughing. Doug took Ari’s hand and started for the door as he asked her, “Well sis are you glad I brought them down here for you?” “Oh my god yes Doug. I’ve already decided I’m gonna go to school with you guys. But you have to promise to make me study because I could get all wrapped up in just fucking these guys 24/7, and that’s not even thinking of how much I’ll be fucking you. You are still going to fuck me after watching me go crazy on their black cocks aren’t you, I mean you don’t think bad of me do you?” Doug stopped and took her in his arms and kissed her. He knew she was as lost to their kiss as he was. He had never experienced such a depth of passion as he does each time her lips meet his. The love he feels for Ari could never be equaled he knew. Sharing their love with each other is the utmost showing of trust between two people. It pains them both that they can only share that trust with those that enter their bed. “Ari, I will always love you no matter who you fuck, of that you should never doubt in the slightest!”, he told her sincerely. Again they kissed and were again swept away to a place where only they existed. Breaking their kiss Ari lay her head on Doug’s chest and squeezed him tightly and said, “I love you so much Doug, I can only hope to someday find a man that I can love like I love you right now. Doug smiled and said, “Well until you do, you have plenty of hard cocks you can focus some of that love on, including and especially mine!”. Ari smiled and said, “C’mon we better make some food before I have to feel one of you guys in me again. I believe this is gonna be a long day brother.” They entered the kitchen and as she bent looking for a skillet in a cabinet she saw the streams of cum running down her thighs and commented on it to her brother who said, “Here I’ll wipe it off for you sweetie”. Ashley didn’t think anything when she felt a hand press between her thighs with a rag and began wiping at her inner thighs. She really didn’t think anything when she felt a dick entering her sloppy pussy. She knew it was Doug. But when she looked down and saw the Black Hand pressing between her thighs and beginning to rub her clit as the cock opened her widely all she could do is grip the edge of the counter-top and moan her pleasure. “Ari, I’d like you to meet my friend David”, Doug said as she began a slide into a place she had recently visited often. “Oh god Doug this one is so much fucking bigger….oh my freaking god……oh god Doug…too big…oh fuck I can’t take it……..ohhhhhh fuck I love it…..so fat…..oh yes……fuck I feel so full…..oh god I’m c.c.cummin already…..fuck me….oh fuck he’s killing my pussy…….doit…pleasedon’t stop…..arrgghhhhhh goddamn you Doug…….oh fuck……oh god I can’t….s.st.stop……oh fuck……gimme that dick….big…black unghh….dick.”, Ari cried. David’s dick was fat, hugely fat and stretched Ari’s pussy like it had never been opened before. He kept rubbing her clit as he fucked his ebony dick deeper and deeper into her mind as well as her body. Her hips couldn’t be stilled as she fucked back into his hurtful black cock. She felt his dick opening her as her pussy gyrated around him as her desperation to have him fully in her became overwhelming. He was so huge, so fat and wonderful. Every small movement of his dick or her pussy sent streams of pleasure roiling throughout her existence. Her mind felt overwhelmed as he subjugated her completely with his black dick. Each time her cunt squeezed him her clit swelled and as his fingers lightly rolled it she moaned as she felt a weakness flowing through her, a submission to his every desire. “Yeah baby sis, fuck dat white pussy back into my big dick. Tell your brother how much you like being a black man’s cock slut”, then to Doug he says, “You like watching your baby sis cum on black dicks don’t you man, don’t try to lie about it cause dat hard dick tells all dere is to know.” “I do like it Doug, I love feeling hot black dicks fucking me and it really turns me on knowing you like seeing me do it. Oh damn David….you’re so damn huge………I’m gonna cum again….fuck me hard…..oh god doit….pleaee doit…….aarrrhgghhhhaaaiiieeeEEEEEEEEE…….ohhhhhh………ohmygod……YES don’t stop….aaiieeEEEEEEEEE……..I love it…ohhhhhh..god..I…do..love your black cock………fucking me! PLEASE tell me you’ll fuck me all day………..oh my god Dave….getting bigger…..ohhhhfuck….ohshit…hurts Oh god its swelling so big….CUM….CUM IN ME!.......OHFUCKYEAH….aarrgghhhHHHHHHHh…killing me….aieeEEEE…..oh god its burning my pussy so deep….so much…….fuck me…fuckmeeee……..oh god he just keeps cummin……aaiiiiiEEEEEEEEEE…so far in my pussy……..yesssSSSSSSSSSSS….ahhhhhaaarrgghhhH Oh fuck I love you…love your black fat cock cummin in my pussy…aarrggHhhhHHH David drained his balls in Ari’s pussy and then lowered her to the table top face down with her ass at the edge. She lay there gasping for breath while saying, oh damn, it feels like a piece of me is missing without his dick in me. God my pussy feels so gaped. When she feels another hard dick pressed into her she’s sure it’s her brother’s and she cries, “Oh god Doug, fuck me”. Doug smiles as he says, “Ari I want you to meet Gilbert, another black friend of mine. Oh yeah, his dick is bigger than David’s” Doug’s dick is aching he wants to fuck his baby sis so badly but he wants all five of his friends to fill her first. Gilbert holds Ari’s hips as he begins stroking into her pussy as she says, “Damn Doug, he feels so hot inside me, so good…..oh yeah……oh my god are all black guys this fuckin big…….I want to have them all fuck me if they are….ohhhhhhhhh……..ohhhhhhhHHHHH……..Oh shit I love this so much……just one big black cock after another………fuck me Gilbert…..show me how big dicked nigga’s fuck a white pussy Make it good baby…give it to me like you know I need it”. “Watch your tongue girl, you don know what you doin calling a brother a nigga. You might get more than you can handle.” Ari had already found out how much she loved feeling her pussy tortured by black cock so she taunted him, “Just like a nigga to make excuses for his lame ass dick, I need a white guy to fuck me I guess. Gilbert knew what she wanted, knew she was just messing with him to have him fuck her hard but he played along. He liked to fuck white women hard and rough and having her brother watch him subjugate her bitch pussy with his black dick would be extra thrilling. “I tole ya to watch your tongue little gal, now you gonna get fucked nigga style!” He grabbed her hips and began roughly fucking his huge cock into her pussy. Ari hadn’t realized just how much bigger he was than any of the blacks she had fucked so far. Not only was he larger in girth but in length also. With his first hard ramming into her depths she began screaming and trying to claw her way across the table to escape him. He held her firm to his fucking of her pussy though and she cried, tears running from her eyes as he persecuted her deeply. She was sobbing, crying out how he was killing her. Doug couldn’t stand the sight of her being hurt and he told Gilbert to take it easy. Hearing her brother tell Gilbert to take it easy she screamed, “NO, No don’t stop him, I love it Doug, fuck me Gil, hurt my pussy, oh god he was fucking me so good….he fucked me like I always dreamed a black guy would. Gilbert persecuted Doug’s sister’s pussy with his dick until she was completely lost, screaming, reaching back to pull him in tighter even as tears rolled down her cheeks in rivers. She couldn’t get enough of his black dick as she professed her love of him and all the rest of them. When Gil finally let loose his huge load of lava like cum while fully embedded in her pussy Ari began pulling her hair and screaming, hands in fists beating the table top as she held her pussy to his deepest thrust as he spewed hotly repeatedly, against her walls. Each time he backed off an inch and then rammed another hot load into her pussy she’d moan and beg him not to stop. When he withdrew his dick a flood of cum ran from her to puddle on the floor beneath. She slumped and was about to slide from the table when a large black man caught her and lifted her to the table top on her back. He was tall and his gargantuan cock was at a level with her cum filled cunt. He smile at her as he pressed his dick into her entrance while saying, “Just one more nigga to drain beautiful then we can start all over.” Ari watched as he began pressing into her, saw his coal black body and his thick girth. It looked like a small tree trunk and filled her with a fear of him being inside her. Her breathing was deep, hurried as she felt him entering her. Shit he feels good she thought. She felt her mind again falling into the abyss of pleasure their black dicks kept her wallowing in. “Oh my god Doug, I love you so much brother. You have made my dreams come true today….ohhhfuck here I go again…….doit…..oh goddamn you’re so big, so wonderfully huge…..Don’t wait….I want you to fuck your big cock into me and cum quick before I pass out……oh fuck I love this…….yes…yes…..don’t stop……all of it…I need it all…..aiiieeEEEee god you’re tearing my pussy up so good……oh damn I hope there ain’t no more black guys here cause I can’t take nothing bigger than this…….ohhhhHHHHHHGODDYES……FUCKME!!.......gimmee your dick…all of it!...........Oh god doug they just keep making me cum…..aiiieeeeEEEEEEEEEE. After he finished terrorizing Ari’s pussy and had left the largest hot load of cum yet inside her he lifted her to him and with her weight forcing her pussy down on his elephant sized cock he kissed her warmly and thanked her for allowing him to cum in such a beautiful woman. Then as an afterthought he said, “By the way I’m known as Big Rob” Even after all she had done she blushed with his compliment and began to thank him but stopped and gazed around and then thanked all of them for making her dream cum true in such a fantastic manner and said she hoped to spend the rest of the day getting to know their cocks even more intimately. Big Rob carried her up to their parent’s bedroom and lay her on the bed and extricated his cock from the tight confines of her pussy and said, “I think it’s time for us to get to see Ari’s reaction to her brother fucking that tight pussy. Doug was ready, his dick had been aching for hours it seemed. He still didn’t want to just fuck his sister, he felt more about her than just a piece of ass. He lay down with her and pushed her hair from her face, picking the strands that stuck to her forehead from perspiration with his fingers and then while holding her chin he kissed her lightly. The love they felt for each other immediately flooded their bodies and their emotions swept their minds into a vortex of passion. Their kiss was deep, meaningful and caused their breathing to quicken as their hearts began pounding in their chests. Doug could never just fuck his sister, he loved her too much now. His hands roamed her body lightly as she began to writhe beneath them. His lips moved to her earlobe where he kissed, nibbled at it as he whispered he loved her. The scent of her hair was intoxicating and the skin of her throat soft as he gently sucked at her there. The perspiration upon her skin left a salty taste in his mouth. He savored it as his lips trailed over her shoulders, biting, kissing, and licking at her wetly. Her chest was heaving, barely audible sighs escaping her lips as her hands held him to her body. Knowing it was Doug’s mouth upon her had her in a state of intense arousement. Seeing black men stroking their erect dicks as they watched her and her brother make love added to that arousement so deeply she had to close her eyes to keep from orgasming already. She felt her brother’s tongue making light teasing circles around each of her breasts, his breath wafting over her erect nipples like a soft touch. Her chest thrust up to his kisses, the yearning in her swollen nipples becoming an ache that begged to be touched. His tongue tip laved gently around her aureole, teasingly close but never touching the ache in her nipples. First one breast and then the other until only her pride kept her from begging him to suck her nipples hard, to pinch them, anything to quell the need she felt there. But he left them yearning as her upper body twisted and turned, his mouth teasing lower and lower until his tongue ran slowly across her protruding rib cage, licked at her stomach wetly as her moans filled the air. Her pussy was filling with her love of her brothers teasing and it gaped and clenched as if screaming for him to be in her there. Her clit begged to be touched as it swelled, pulsed to the beat of her heart. Doug’s tongue continued to lick at her stomach, his tongue flatly upon her skin as his tongue laved from just above her clit upwards to her ribcage, again and again until her whole stomach was covered with his saliva and the air made it cold upon her inflamed skin. Their gazes locked and he saw her silent plea for release displayed in her eyes, biting her lip with the need her brother instilled in her body. As she watched, his tongue slid along the valley of groin and thigh until it was directly above her clit, then he sucked hard on the skin there as her hips lifted and her hands attempted to press his mouth lower to the throbbing she felt. Instead he repeated his slow licking on the other side, again sucking at the skin around her now visible orb of need. He watched it pulse, swelling and receding with each light touch of his tongue or lips upon her skin. He slid down between her thighs and opened them widely as he gazed at her beautiful body writhing. He knew she felt exposed, vulnerable, pussy undulating with her need. Then she remembered the others present and seeing their black dicks hard, jerking, precum streaming from them as they craved her pussy again sent such intense thrills racing from her mound that her thighs closed quickly against her brother’s body and she moaned loudly. Doug spread her thighs again and saw her pussy gaping, clenching, as her hips had her mound undulating, hunching into an imaginary cock as her body and mind craved to be fucked hard. She felt desired, special, knowing every man including her own brother wanted to take her roughly, to pound their hot ball loads deep inside her. Doug’s teasing had her mind and body inflamed, she wanted all of them to fuck her, to gang rape her, make her scream as they relieved the torment her brother has instilled in her body and mind. It was all she could do to keep from screaming, begging them all to fuck her, to stretch her pussy deeply with their dicks, and then flood her hotly with their pent up need of her pussy. She especially needed Doug her brother to gift her his babies against her deepest walls as she tensed her release repeatedly as the love they share unites them as one. “Man, thats some hot shit watching Dougie boy turn her on knowing its his baby sister, Damn!”, Derrick exclaimed. “Yeah, think what it will be like watching him nail his mom. That woman is fucking HOT, HOT, HOT. Wonder if he will really talk her into it”, Big Rob asked? “If he does I’m gonna tear that white woman’s ass up. I’ll have dat bitch screaming my name. His mom is fuckin model material and he says he thinks she plays with dat pussy thinking bout some black dude with a dick as big as his own. Yeah I hope she decides to try her boys dick, that ass and pussy will be right here wit us if she do, my men. You know Dougie will turn her ass out to us if she fucks him just like he did Ari”, Marvin chimed in. “You really think it was Doug’s idea for Ari to fuck us man? That girl is one black cock hungry slut. Doug didn’t do that, she already had that hunger before any of us touched her. She wants these black cocks my man and she would have had em even without Doug’s help. That wasn’t a show she put on for nobody she fucked us every one like a woman possessed because she wanted dese dicks”, David added. “All I got to say is I hope her mom loves to have that pussy pounded as roughly as her baby girl daughter does. I thought she was gonna break my damn dick hunching into it so fuckin hard. That girl may be small but she damn sure all woman. We’re gonna have to make this gal number one in the Mandingo Hall of Shame cause she is the biggest most intense black cock slut we ever nailed in my book”, Gilbert intoned, as he pointed to Ari’s writhing body. Doug’s mouth found her thigh and began a slow mouthing, sucking, biting and licking slowly down her soft inner thighs until his breath flowed over her mound instilling an even greater craving as her eyes silently pleaded for him to fuck her. His mouth repeated its slow trip over her soft skin on the other thigh as Ari’s moans became soft cries and her body twisted in a craving agony. He licked alongside his sister’s mound, his tongue grazing her labia but never pressuring them, first one side then the other as he sucked hard at the skin beside her clit each time his mouth neared its visibly pulsing ache. Her hips lifted as her clit screamed to be sucked hard as the skin near it was. He knew she was in a personal agony as her clit grew tauter with each hard throb of her heart as it craved the pressure of his touch. He placed his hands beneath her knees and rolled her pussy up where she could watch her brother teasing her pussy. But her pussy was not his objective as she found out as she felt his tongue sliding along her ass crack. Her ass was a sloppy mess of black men’s cum but that didn’t deter his tongue from entering her soaked crevice and begin laving slickly over her anus. Ari’s mind was afire as she felt Doug licking strongly over her sensitive ringed muscle. The sloppy feel of his licking imparted an exquisite slutty feel of its own. It made her feel so depraved as he sucked and licked her anus, tongue tip probing shallowly as she couldn’t help but press into his pressured probing. Her asshole was already gaped and open from the assfucking she received earlier and feeling his tongue licking around inside her avidly, instilled a need to be entered deeply there again. He slid two fingers into her ass and began fucking her with them as she moaned and pressed into them with force. His own need became an intense ache and though he hadn’t planned on it he couldn’t prevent rising and placing his dick at her anus and forcing into her depths. Arrrgggghhhhhh she cried as her hips lifted to his downward thrust. “Oh god Doug, fuckit, oh damn that feels so good baby. I needed you in me so badly.” Doug knew he wouldn’t last long. He had been hard since Derrick had first entered his sister’s ass. Ari’s ass was slick with black ball cum and his dick slid easily deep inside her even with his thick girth. “Cum in my ass Doug, doit baby..I know you need it, don’t hold back, give it to me……oh god..ohgod…I’m cumming…..ohfuck……i..d.d.din’t know it was….aiiieeeeEEEEE…….fuckme hard brother…….oh shittttt…….ohfuck I love you fuckin my ass….aarrghhhHHHHHH”. And Doug did, he rammed his cock into her colon and blew his mind into her bucking asshole soon after her own violent release. Withdrawing from her ass he fell to her pussy and began pressing his tongue deep inside her still clenching pussy. He knew the slick emissions coating and engulfing his flailing tongue was his friends cum and his sister’s cum but he didn’t care, he couldn’t care as all he could think of was pleasing his sister. If he could have he would have stuck his entire head within her to suck and lick within her. It was this need to become one with Ari that had his tongue gathering the black ball juice her own wet release flushed from deep inside her. He was excited and nothing deterred him from providing her pleasure. Ari’s mind was aghast at the eagerness Doug showed to suck her well fucked and filled pussy after all the black men had fucked her and left their large ball loads inside her deeply. Knowing he loved her that much had her mind melting as she felt him sliding around inside her gaped pussy, tongue engulfed in the expression of all their pleasure. She couldn’t stop cumming, couldn’t stop her orgasms from washing their cum from deep inside her to be licked and sucked from her by her brother’s excited mouthing. Doug drank of her like a thirst crazed man drinking from an oasis. Ari would have thought this to be an act of a depraved person before today but as her brother enjoys her river of pleasure she feels it is nothing more than a display of the love he holds for her and returns that love by tensing her joy repeatedly. A couple of the guys decided to go out and grab a few buckets of KFC chicken and sides and said when they returned everyone could take a break before continuing to initiate Ari with their large black cocks. To be continued!

Tasha's Webcam Show Ch 2 Tasha continue's her webcam show, with an unexpected surprise from her new lover Bullet. It's been two weeks since my last live webcam show, where I ended up getting fucked by my dog Bullet and sucking my little brother C.J's cock live on webcam. With everything happening so fast, I didn't realize how much my life had changed after that night. I was no longer known for shaking my ass and masturbating for my webcam fans, I was now the black girl who not only likes doggy cock, but I also engaged in incest with my younger brother. I felt a bit humiliated in the beginning, for doing such nasty things while a bunch of strangers watched online. But once I realized how much I enjoyed fucking my dog and sucking my brother's cock, I began to relax. Not to mention all of the money my freaky show generated that night. Who knew that black bestiality and incest would be such a turn-on for so many people? But after raking in $5600.00 that night, I knew that I had found my nitch! I lied to my brother, telling him I only made $1500.00 that night. So his cut was only $750.00. But he no longer cared about the money. He was more interested in getting his young cock sucked again. "Come on Ta-Ta, suck me off again," says C.J. as he stroke his big cock over his shorts. "Who says I ever intended on sucking your big cock again? It sure as hell wasn't me!" I shot back. Knowing that I fantasized about sucking his cock again. But he doesn't need to know that. I could tell that C.J. was up to something when he walked into my bedroom and locked the door. I looked over at him as he hopped onto my bed with me. "What do you want C.J.?" I say as I shoot him an evil look. "First of all, lose the fucking attitude. Secondly, you still need for me to keep your little secret, don't you? Plus, today is my birthday. So come on sis. Hook a brotha up!" "FUCK" I shout out loud, for forgetting that this little punk was blackmailing me. "Okay, calm down you little shit! We can work out an agreement. Yes, I need for you to keep your big mouth shut, and no I don't want mom and dad to find out about me and Bullet. But I'm sure you wouldn't want for me to tell them that you made me suck your cock either." "No, I don't" "Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, let us get down to business." I began to pace back and forth, trying to come up with a hot idea for tonight's show. It wasn't long before I came up with the perfect theme for my freaky fans. I hopped back onto my bed next to C.J, to tell him what I had planned. "Since today is your birthday, I'm going to make you my guest of honor for tonight's show." "Fuck, yeah" "I thought you might like that." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ After informing my brother C.J. about my plans for tonight's show, I took Bullet to the backyard and gave him a good bath. Making sure to scrub his big doggy cock really good. I wasn't sure of what I was going to do with Bullet during tonight's show, but the thought of sucking Bullet's big doggy cock was making my pussy wetter than ever before. So that night after my parent's left, I went out to the backyard to smoke a blunt with C.J., then I started to get dressed. Since tonight's show was going to be special, I decided to wear something extra sexy for my fans. Instead of wearing my normal t-shirt and booty-shorts, I wore my black leather mini skirt, with the matching leather v-neck top that really showed off my amazing tits. After turning on my music and setting up my camera, I heard C.J. entering my bedroom. "Okay birthday boy, have a seat" As I pointed to the chair I had placed in front of the camera. I was searching through my phone for my playlist, when I felt my dog Bullet brushing up against my leg, eagerly waiting to bury his big doggy cock into my hot pussy again. "Calm down boy, you'll get your chance," I say as I pat him on his furry head. It was showtime! So with the music blasting (When We - by Tank) and my brother C.J. sitting down in a chair, patiently waiting for his birthday surprise. I slowly make my way in front of the camera and begin to give my brother C.J. his first ever lapdance. I was so high and so turned on, that my pussy were juices already flowing. As I gyrated my hips and ass on C.J's raging boner, I could feel my little brothers breathe on my neck, making me even hotter. So, when he began to kiss the back of my neck while squeezing my tits through my top, I couldn't help but let out a moan. "Oooohhhhh, Goddammit C.J!" I say, as I bite my lower lip and begin to play with my hot snatch. I was so turned on that I didn't realize that C.J. had now picked me up and thrown me onto the bed. "I'm about to suck on your juicy clit Ta-Ta!" Say's C.J. as he slowly removed my skirt and my top, leaving me totally naked, and at his mercy. I watched as my little brother C.J. undressed, letting his thick 9-inch black dick rest on his leg, with lots of precum oozing from the tip. As much as I wanted to suck my little brother's cock again, I wasn't about to pass up the chance of getting my pussy eaten. So, I just laid back and let it happen. I could tell he was no amateur pussy eater because he knew exactly what he was doing. Unlike most young boys his age, who can barely find your clit. C.J. took his time. First, he took his time and kissed all around my pussy, before gently blowing on my throbbing clit, then sticking out his tongue and licking me from my asshole, to the top of my clit, all in one motion. "Oh shit C.J. don't stop! Eat my pussy you sexy motherfucker!" As C.J. continued to suck on my clit while shoving two fingers into my pussy. I began to pound my fists into the bed, as a multitude of orgasms ripped through my body. "Oh my God, C.J. please don't stop!" After sucking on my pussy and bringing me to multiple screaming orgasms, C.J. finally took off his t-shirt, showing off his chiseled chest and 6-pack abs. As he climbs on top of me and starts kissing me while stroking his big cock. "Do you want this big cock Ta-Ta?" He says while looking me in the eyes. "Maybe" I shoot back. Trying to let my little brother know that I'm still in charge. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy sucking my dick the other day" He says with a cocky smirk upon his face, as he slides two fingers into my dripping snatch. Bringing me close to having another orgasm. "Oh shit, give me that dick baby" I say as I slide down underneath my brother's hanging cock. With my brother still fingering my twat, I began licking the underside of his cock, all the way down to his huge swinging balls. "Oh, goddamn! I knew you wanted that dick! Put that dick in your mouth, Ta-Ta!" And I did. Before licking the tip one last time, then taking all 9-inches down my throat. I felt like such a nasty bitch, knowing that thousands of strangers were watching my little brother turn me out. But that was only the beginning. Because what happened next, was about to take things to a whole other level. With my brother sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, while he was squeezing my tits, my dog Bullet decided it was time for him to get involved. Soon I felt Bullet's rough tongue lapping at my clit, causing me to take even more of C.J's cock down my throat. I was in pure heaven with my dog happily licking my cunt, while getting T-bagged by my brother. I know my fans had to be enjoying tonight's show. Because I was getting even more turned on, knowing that we were being watched by total strangers. After Bullet had licked me to multiple orgasn's, C.J. thought that it would be a good idea if he and Bullet switched places. I was kind of nervous at first. But the more I thought about sucking Bullet's big doggy cock, the hornier I got. Soon, I was eager to suck my dog's cock. I patted the bed a few times, as Bullet hopped up onto the bed, with his big cock already out of its sheath and swinging between his legs. It didn't take long for Bullet to figure out what was going on. Because before I knew it, he had made his way over to me and lifted his furry paws up on the headboard above me, before inserting his slimy doggy cock into my throat. Within a few seconds, my dog Bullet was rapidly face-fucking me with his cock. Letting the head of his long slimy doggy dick hit the back of my throat, while his fury tail wagged across my sensitive nipples, causing me to shiver and quiver in ecstasy. As I began to gag on Bullet's cock, I could feel my brother C.J. lifting my butt off the bed, then placing a pillow underneath me, before rubbing lube onto my asshole, then inserting my favorite 12-inch black dildo into my puckered asshole, while gently rubbing my clit. I'm an anal lover, so I began to bounce my ass up and down with each stroke, trying to take more of my dildo into my ass, as I continued to suck my dog's cock. Then, without any warning, Bullet's cock suddenly erupted. Sending Bullet's doggy cum straight down my throat. He must've saved that load for a while. Because no matter how much I sucked and swallowed, he just continued to skeet hot doggy jizz down my hatch. To my surprise, Bullet's cock was still hard when he finally pulled it from my mouth and sat down next to the bed. Meanwhile, C.J. was slowly removing my huge dildo from my asshole, which made a loud pop sound as he pulled it out. We both stared in amazement at the puddle of my pussy juices that had managed to soak the middle of my mattress. I was just starting to catch my breath when C.J. hopped on top of me and started kissing me passionately. I figured he wouldn't kiss me, knowing that Bullet just unloading a shit load of cum in my mouth. But he continued to kiss, bite, and suck all over my lips, before flipping me over and lowering my dripping snatch onto his rock hard cock. His 9-inch cock wasn't quite as big as Bullet's massive 10-inch doggy cock, but it still took me a few strokes to get acclimated to his size. He went back to kissing as I bounced my ass up and down on his huge cock. Soon I was cumming and cumming hard. "Holy shit C.J. you're gonna make me cum! I'm gonna fucking CUM!" As I was cumming on my brother's cock, I felt C.J. tap the bed twice, making Bullet hope onto the bed, and before I knew it Bullet once again had his paws on my back trying to mount me. Only this time he entered my ass. And in one long, deep stroke all 10-inches of Bullet's doggy cock went straight up my ass. Causing me to break my kiss with my brother and grip his shoulders hard and scream "Oh my God, you sick motherfucker! You made him fuck my ass! This is soooo fucking nasty! Soooo fucking nasty, C.J." But C.J. just smiled and plowed my pussy, while my dog Bullet was balls deep in my ass. With Bullet doggy cock deep in my ass, my brother C.J's cock began to press against my g-spot, making me squirt all over him with each stroke. "Fuck...fuck...FUCK I'm cumming!!!!" I could feel C.J. reaching up and spreading my ass cheeks, allowing for Bullet's big cock to go even deeper into my bowels. "Holy shit, Ta-Ta. I can feel it! I can feel Bullet's cock rubbing against mine! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum! Aaarggggghhhh!!!! And as my brother pumped his load into my cunt, I felt the knot at the base of Bullet's cock making its way into my gaping asshole. "Oh no, that's too much! He's too fucking big! Make him stop C.J.! Make him stop! Then I felt Bullet's cock explode deep inside my bowels. As Bullet's doggy cum was spraying my insides, I noticed that C.J. had a frightened look on his face. I figured that some of Bullet's cum must've dripped on him. But once I heard my father's voice say. "What the hell is going on in here?" I knew we were in for a long night. To be continued....

My sister and I had always been close. When my mother passed away we were quite young. Amy was older than me and sort of raised me I suppose. We remained close into our 20s. Amy moved interstate with her job. I got married to Barry and we often spoke on the internet. I would tell her about me but she was less forthcoming. She never got married or even had a boyfriend. She just didn’t seemed interested in men. For a time I even thought she was gay but I never raised it with her. It was none of my business I suppose. A year later Amy got a transfer back and bought a house in the next suburb to me. I was overjoyed and visited her a week after she arrived. She looked so happy but she said she didn’t have any intension of finding a man. She said she had a dog, Trigger. We looked out into the backyard and there he was. A huge German Sheppard. “At least she has someone” I thought. After all, everyone I knew had a dog. Even Bruce and I had one, a Golden Retriever, Oscar. “Does he come into the house” I asked. “No, not when I have someone here” she replied. I guessed that was perhaps he wasn’t friendly and after all he was quite large. Sis and I talked and I let slip that things between me and Bruce were not all beer and skittles. What I didn’t tell her was that he seemed to have lost interest in me to the extent that we hadn’t had sex for several weeks. He kept saying work was draining him and he was too tired. If it wasn’t for my masturbation sessions I would have been climbing the walls. Amy twigged that there was something wrong and bit by bit, over a couple of visits, she dragged out the whole sorry story. I assured her that he wasn’t having an affair, although she expressed some doubt. It was a Saturday and I dropped into Amy unannounced. I knocked and it was several minutes before she opened the door looking flushed but she assured me she was fine. I walked into the lounge room and Trigger was lying on the floor licking what appeared to be a huge penis. I was shocked and Amy tried to steer me to the kitchen. “What is going on" I said. “Nothing. Now let’s have coffee” she said. “What is up with Trigger” I asked “that is so disgusting”. Amy was shaking and in the end I told her to sit down and I would make the coffee. Just then Trigger walked into the kitchen and pushed his nose under Amy’s skirt. As I looked I could see she wasn’t wearing knickers. She was trying to push Trigger away and saying “No boy. Down”. Then she led him by the collar and put him into the backyard. She came back and sat down. She was still red in the face. “Amy, what is going on love?” I asked “there is something strange, I know it”. She kept trying to change the subject but her reluctance to explain only made me push more. Finally she looked at me and said “Trigger has been a God send Jan” she said “he is my companion and my relief when I need it”. She was very red in the face. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Do I need to spell it out?” she said. It took several seconds for me to suddenly understand. “Oh shit. You mean? Oh no don’t tell me. That is disgusting” I stammered “you and the dog? Oh God Amy”. I walked over and hugged her. I didn’t know what to say. My sister was a dog lover in the true sense of the word. I told Amy I had something to do. I didn’t. I just wanted to leave. My mind was spinning. How could this happen. I hurried home and sat in the lounge trying to understand. Just then Oscar came to the sliding doors to the backyard and barked. I looked up and saw him. He was standing there peering at me and obviously wanting to come inside. I actually tried to imagine him as a sexual partner. “My God, stop thinking like that” I said to myself. Suddenly I felt the need for sex. My husband would be home soon and I wanted him. Perhaps to expunge the idea of my loving sister with her dog. I went and had a shower and put on my most revealing dress. Short and low cut. The dress that always used to get my husband going. The phone rang. “Hi” said my husband “we are working late tonight. I will eat here. See you around 9 or 10 I think”. I hung up the phone and I almost cried. I needed him to take my mind off my sister’s obvious obsession. “Bugger you” I yelled out loud. Going into the bedroom I stripped naked and for the next almost an hour I used my recently purchased vibrator to get myself off numerous times. And when was I most turned on? When I visualised Amy having sex with Trigger. I realised that the lack of my own sex with hubby made Trigger exciting. “You dirty slut” I cried as I again climaxed. When Barry got home I was passed wanting sex with him and he wasn’t interested in me. Situation normal. I was dreading my next visit with Amy. I made several excuses in the next couple of weekends. I was about to call Amy and make another excuse when the doorbell went. I opened the door and there stood Amy. “Hi Jan. We need to talk” she said and pushed past me and walked into the lounge room. “You have already guessed that Trigger fucks me haven’t you?” she said. I was shocked at her frankness. “Yes” I said. She continued “and you are dodging me. Judging me. Aren’t you?” I nodded. “Well I don’t care honey” she said “I am happy and he satisfies a need. The same as that vibrator you use because Barry won’t have sex with you. You know I could train Oscar to take care of you”. Then she came and hugged me and kissed me. “Oh God Amy I could never do that” I protested. She kissed me again. “Amy what are you doing?” I cried. “Jan for years I have wanted to make love to you” she whispered “let me show you there is more than one way to enjoy sex”. I protested, tell her it was so wrong but she wasn’t listening. I fought the feelings inside me. It had been so long since someone had wanted me, had kissed me tenderly, had turned me on. I had never had lesbian feelings and certainly never for my sister. But now my heart was beating faster and my legs felt weak as she led me into the bedroom. My body refused to fight as she undressed me and then herself. We fell on the bed together and now I was kissing her back. “Oh Amy please stop” I whispered even as she began to rub my clit. I moaned and all thoughts of stopping left me as first she licked and sucked my nipples and then worked down to my pussy and clit. My first lesbian orgasm was so strong I thought I would faint. My second and third were just as strong. “Make love to me darling” Any whispered in my ear and as if my will had left me I slid down the bed and returned the oral favour to my sister. Afterwards we clung to each other. “Oh Jan that was so good” Amy whispered “was it good for you darling”. I could not deny that at that moment I felt so satisfied and I told her so. “Will you forgive me for Trigger?” she asked. “Yes honey” I answered. “Would you like to know how good it feels?” she continued. “God Amy I don’t think I ever could” I replied. “Well maybe just having Oscar lick you would be fine” she said. My pussy twitched at the thought of having an animal pleasuring me. “Oscar’s tongue will feel 100 times better than mine” she said. We had a shower together, another session on the bed and Amy said she had to get home to feed Trigger. After she left I sat and tried to digest what had happened. I looked into the backyard at Oscar. Could I ever let him lick me? Could it go further? Back to the bedroom with my vibrator while I thought about that. By the time my toy had got me off the third time I was thinking “licking isn’t real sex is it? Being licked isn’t THAT disgusting is it?”

I'm packed and ready to go. I woke up today at 7AM. I had to head out to the airport at 3PM. I ate breakfast then worked out in the mini gym my dad set up in the garage. As I'm finishing up my last minute check list of what I need to take to Cancun, my phone vibrates. I check and see a text from Violet. "Hey Luke. I just wanted to know if I could stop by so I could say bye before you head out to Mexico." I reply back with "of course." I finish my check list and wait for Mrs. Taylor to show up. I’m glad she texted me first. I was going to text her to see if I could see her quickly before I left. I had a question to ask her in regards to my trip. Ten minutes later my doorbell rings. I answer, and Violet walks in. "Hey Luke." "Hey,” I reply. She hugs me and walks to the living room. She sees my bags and luggage. "So you’re all set to go I see." "Yep. Going to head out to the airport later in the afternoon." Violet just smiles and looks at me. "Need a ride there? I can take you. It'll be no problem whatsoever." I thank her but tell her that I don't want to be a bother. She wouldn't have it though. "Luke I am taking you to the airport! It's the least I can do for you. You've been nothing but kind to me. You've done a huge favor for me that would have been a pain in the ass right now if you didn't help. The least I can do is give you a ride." I finally gave up the effort of stopping her favor for me. I reluctantly agreed to let her take me to the airport, but didn’t plan on asking her my question just yet. I started to laugh. Violet did have a sense of humor. It's funny how she mentioned pain in the ass to me. I still can't believe what happened between me and her last night! Yet she's sitting next to me acting like nothing happened. "So you feel better now after last night?" Violet nodded. "Thanks to you Luke I've been going regularly since last night. I'm totally better now." Violet grabs my hand and smiles at me. I can't help but to smile back and rub her hand. I stare at her. Today she wears a t-shirt with yoga pants on. I was feeling horny again. I knew I was going to take a chance at ruining our friendship again but I just had to fuck Mrs. Taylor again. "Violet about last night..." She just looked at me. "Yeah Luke?" I tell her what I have to say. "My favor for you...I didn't just do it as a gesture of kindness to help with your issues. I wanted to have sex with you. And I still want to right now." Violet didn't know what to say. The look on her face told me she was shocked to hear what I had to say and that she just didn't know how to reply to me. "Umm...well uh..." She stuttered for a little bit. "Luke, I really appreciate what you did for me. I was desperate and sickly. What we did was for one reason and one reason only. To relieve me from my pains and help me go to the bathroom again. You did that. I almost regret having to use that solution because I'm married. And I do love my husband. I just didn't want this to grow into a personal deep relationship like this Luke. I don't want to cheat." I was disappointed with her reply. But I wasn't shocked either. "I'm really sorry if I offended or made you uncomfortable.” She understood and accepted my apology. "I say we do something now before you go...what should we do?" I thought about it for a moment and then suggested swimming. I had a nice pool in my yard. Violet loved the idea. "Sounds like a great idea Luke! I actually have my bikini on now. I was hoping to go do some laps at the YMCA later on but I guess now I can swim here at your pool." I ran up the stairs and quickly changed into my swim suit. I get downstairs and back into the living room. Violets gone. I look around for her. I hear some noise out in the back. I go to the kitchen and see that the back door is open. I see Violet standing out by the pool. I'm about to join her when she starts to strip. She slowly pulls her shirt off and adjusts her bra. She then slowly grabs her yoga pants and pulls them down. Her big ass cheeks pop out of her pants and wiggle back and forth. She steps out of her clothes and bends over to pick them up. Her bikini is thin so I can see a nice view of her ass and pussy lips. I'm hard at this point. I sit down in the kitchen to control my erection. The last thing I wanted was for Mrs. Taylor to see my bulge and make her uncomfortable like she seemed when I told her what I had to say about last night. As my cock starts to shrink I hear footsteps coming up to the back door. Violet walks in and looks at me. "Everything ok?" I tell her I'm fine and I'll be out in a minute. She looks at me and gives me an understanding smile. "Ok but don't keep me waiting." When my erection is gone, I join Violet by the pool. She's already in the water doing her laps. She was fast! She definitely was the swimmer. When she finished her laps she looked up at me. She could tell I was impressed with her performance. "I used to be able to do many more laps when I was young. I was a state champion high school swimmer back in my day." "Well I’m impressed!" Violet grins and does another lap in the pool. I jump in and swim over to her. We chill in the pool for some time. Violet then goes to the shallow end and stands up near the ledge. She has her eyes closed and looks up into the sun. Damn she's smoking hot. I know what she said about how she felt about us having sex again. But there's no turning back for me now. I'm going to try everything I can now to get into those panties. I go up behind her slowly inching up on her. "It's beautiful out today isn't it?" She agrees with me and stays out leaning on the ledge looking up near the sun. I guess she was sort of tanning in a way. I rub her shoulders and lean into her. She just groans and lets me continue. "That feels good..." I rub her arms back and forth and finally touch her ass underwater. Violet gasps softly but doesn't panic. "Luke I told you how I feel about this. We shouldn't do this. It's not right." "Shhhh..." I whisper into her ear. "I just want to make you feel special and give you the kind of care and satisfaction you deserve. Don't think of this as wrong. Think of this as me taking care of a women's needs while her husband is away." I slowly kiss her neck and run my face up and down her neck. I rub my body against hers sensually. Violet is still hesitant but I can slowly feel her starting to open up to me. "This feels so good. How can something so wrong feel so right?" I just chuckle. "The only thing that's wrong here is that a beautiful woman like you isn't getting the attention she deserves. But I'm here to fix that." I turn her towards me. We stare at each other and I lean into her. She does the same and we start to kiss. Our kiss was passionate. We kissed like star crossed lovers. We tongued and played with each other's lips and tongues. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. I finally broke it. I kiss her neck as I unclip her bra. Violet just moans and smiles as I throw her bra to the side. I'm not too worried about our neighbors seeing anything considering I had a secure fence around my yard and I knew that both my neighbors on both sides of my house were out of town. I kiss her breasts. I massage each tit and suck on her nipples. Mrs. Taylor just moans softly to herself enjoying the moment. "Yeah baby...mmmm suck on those boobs. Yes just like that...oh I'm so horny now!" Violet kept moaning and softly mumbling to herself. It was such a turn on for me. I suck her globes and lick her breasts for a while longer, then stop. “Come with me.” I tell her. I take her hand and escort her out of the water and walk her over to an outdoor recliner by the pool. I bring Violet close to me and start to kiss her seductively again. While our lips are locked, my body pressed against hers, I take my hands and wonder down to her waist area and play with her bikini. Without much trouble, I’m able to pull them down slowly as Violet groans as we continue our deep kiss. I feel her legs spread apart to allow her bottoms to slide completely down to her ankles. My hands explore further behind her and feel the curvature from her lower back to her thick ass cheeks. Her skin is so smooth, warm, and dripping wet from the pool. I break our kiss and pull away from her to adjust the top of the recliner to a completely flat lie-down position and sit down onto it. “Ok Violet. I want you to turn around facing the opposite way and stand up with your legs in between me while I lay down. Squat down and sit on my face.” She giggles. “What are you going to do to me?” I tell her to come over and find out. I lay back onto the recliner as I watch Violet bring herself over to me. She’s fucking perfect! Seeing her entirely naked, with her tanned wet skin, large breasts, curvy body, lustful eyes and smile, it was so much to take in! Felt like I was living a wet dream! Violet turns herself facing the pool as she backs her way up toward my face, standing in between me and the recliner. I watch in slow motion as Violet bends down slowly onto my face. My eyes stare up into her enlarged pussy lips dripping wet. I could tell she was aroused and that it was not just the pool water. With both hands I grab each of her thighs and lower them down to her rear cheeks. Violet softly moans as my hands grab onto her smooth wet skin. “Sit down on my face completely.” I tell her. My face is almost immediately smothered as Violet sits down and I’m briefly suffocated from her body weight mounted on my face. I panic for a moment as I’m temporarily unable to breath but calm down when I inhale and smell the arousing scent of her pussy. I love her scent, it’s so inviting! I open my mouth and extend my tongue to get a taste of her sex. She tastes sweet as I also get a salty flavor from the pool water. My tongue slowly pushes its way into her clit as it spreads her lips crawling its way into her love tunnel. I can feel Violet’s body shift left to right on top of me as she struggles to keep her balance and stay squatted on my face. I feel her breathing hard and moaning, struggling not to scream out loud. I use my hands to grab her thick cheeks and spread them out so my tongue can slide further into her shaved snatch. As I struggle to breathe in the process of slipping my tongue in and out of her, Violet shifts her body upright and leans forward giving me the freedom to take some deep breaths and then bury my face back into her pussy with my nose pressed against her arse. I take my right arm, using it to gain access to slip in between her legs and find it’s way to the front of her hairless cunt. I feel her pubic area as it’s slightly prickly from a recent shave. My fingers find her vaginal lips and slip inside easily. “Oh yes baby!! I’m so wet!” Violet let’s out a scream when I find her G-spot with my right hand fingers as I slip them in and out of her warm tunnel in a repeated motion. She’s dripping now with pussy juice. “Oh yes Luke! Oh God!!” She groans as her legs continue to shake uncontrollably as it’s more and more challenging for her to keep balance. “I have to let you know...ohhh yeahhh....I’m a squirter! If you continue just like that, I’m going to make a mess on your face!” Violet warns me. I respond by keeping my hand underneath her in between her legs and fingering her twat while my tongue slides in and out of her pussy from behind. My tongue is soaking wet with my saliva and her juices flowing steadily as I know I’m moments away from opening her flood gates. Violet can’t contain her cries anymore as she’s begging me not to stop. “I’m almost there!!! FUCK!! YOU’RE SO GOOD!!” With my nose still pressed up against her bum hole, I knew I wanted a taste of it. I push my head back away from her rear. My fingers still sliding in and out of her cunt, I raise my head a bit higher. With my left hand, I use it to spread her left ass cheek as wide as I can. I spit into her arse a few times, marinating it with my spit and her pussy juice. I take my right hand out of her twat and spread her other cheek. “I want to taste your asshole.” “Hmm....yes baby. Eat my ass. Enjoy it.” Violet squats her knees more as she moves her body forward bending over making it easier for me to spread her ass cheeks wider. In doing so, Violet takes over and reaches down to her crotch and fingers herself rapidly trying to reach her climax. With her other hand, she holds herself up by grabbing onto the edge of the recliner. I spit a couple more times into her puckered booty hole and then take my right hand that’s glistening with her pussy juices and slide a couple fingers easily inside. Her sphincter completely wraps up around my fingers as they slide in and out of her ass. Once I’m confident that her asshole is wet and lubricated to my liking I again take both my hands and spread her cheeks wide. I lean forward up to her ass as my tongue slides up from her pussy lips to her asshole. Her arse is slightly gaped after fingering her, making it easy to slip my anxious tongue into her anal canal. With her cheeks wide open, my hands squeezing her soft wet skin, I inch my head up further so my tongue can slip in deeper into where the sun don’t shine. Violet grunts furiously throughout this process continuing to finger herself rapidly. “I’m almost there!! Eat my asshole! That’s it baby!!” With my tongue lodged deep inside her ass, I pull in and out with my head tongue fucking her bum. I don’t mind the saltiness from the saline pool as thats mostly what I taste. I felt so dirty eating her asshole. It turned me on even more as my cock is completely hard, pressed against my swim suit. It hurt from the pressure. I need to relieve the pressure sooner than later and let it spring out like it wants to. I can feel the sensitivity of my tongue pressed against Violet’s nerve endings in her ass. Each time my tongue slips back into her rear, I feel her bum trying to push my tongue back out. Violet is hysterical at this point and begs me to play with her clit again. I take my right hand and reach in between her legs. I feel Violet grab my hand roughly as she guides me to her soaking wet cunt and places it near her G-spot. I go all out with massaging her clit, slipping three fingers inside her as I finger her to a much needed climax. Violet screams as she removes my hand from beneath her and sits down completely on my face. I’m barely able to open my mouth as I’m greeted with her pussy juices pouring down my face and into my mouth. I try to drink as much of her nectar as I can before I’m forced to push the weight of her body off my face to breathe. By the time Violet is able to stand up, she loses her balance and catches herself before falling over completely to the side of the recliner. She laughs out loud trying to regain her breath and composure. I’m able to see some of her juices continue to drip out of her twat and down her leg. I’m soaked from my nose down to my chin with her juices glistening on my face. "That was one fucking amazing orgasm!” Violet tells me breathing heavily. I just laugh as I stand up and stretch. We were both still wet from the pool but also sweaty from the outdoor heat and intense oral sex I gave to her. We dry ourselves and then walk into my house and upstairs to my room. When we get up there, Violet pushes me onto my bed. She removes my swim suit, yanking them hard from my waist down to my legs. My cock sprang out instantly, finally relieved from the pressure of staying inside my tight swim suit for too long. Violet removes my swim suit and tosses it to the side of my room. "Ok Luke you gave me one epic orgasm. I plan on doing the same for you. I grin. "I can't wait." Violet grabs my cock and strokes it up and down. She then licks my tip. She starts to lick me from the tip to the bottom of my cock. She then sucks me while stroking me hard. It's a great feeling and she's definitely good at giving blowjobs but I wasn't sensing an epic orgasm coming soon. Mrs. Taylor then starts to deep throat my cock down as far as she could take it down her throat. When she started to choke, she released and pulled back. She did the same thing a few times. Violet then started to do something that actually started to make me SUPER horny! She licked my testicles and sucked on my ball sack while slowly stroking my cock up and down. It almost tickled the way she did it. She kept sucking and kissing my sack. I felt my orgasm coming. Violet then licked me from my sack to the tip of my cock. She then took my cock and shoved it into her mouth and stroked me hard. I finally came. Hard! Load after load shot deep into her mouth. And she took all of it this time! When my orgasm finally calmed down, Violet let go of my cock and spit into her hand. She saved some of my spunk. She took it and rubbed my cock with it. "I want you in my pussy this time." I was already starting to lose my erection after my epic orgasm. But as soon as Mrs. Taylor told me to fuck her pussy, I became hard again instantly. I lay Violet down on my bed. I finger her pussy one more time to make sure my cock will feel nice and comfortable in her. She just moans. "Do it already Luke. Fuck me! Give me the satisfaction I crave!!" I grab my cock. I tease her a little as I rub my cock up and down her pussy lips. I finally insert my cock slowly into her. My cock slides in easily between how wet she is after her orgasm by the pool and rubbing my cock with my cum. She's tighter than I thought she'd be. I remembered last night when I fucking her in the shitter, my cock slipped into her vagina. It didn't feel as tight then. Now that I'm in her vagina and getting ready to fuck her, I'm feeling the tightness. Probably because it's been so long since she last had sex. Violet just moans. "Ohhh Luke...your big dick feels so nice in me. Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard!!! It's been so long since I've had this feeling!" I obey and do what she asks of me. I start slowly. Thrusting in and out. Then we pick up the pace. I fuck her faster. I'm humping her as I fuck Mrs. Taylor hard. "Oohhhhh shiiiitttt....yeah baby! Fuck me!! Fuck me! Fuck! I'm going to cum AGAIN Luke! Fuck me!!! Treat me like a SLUT!" Every time I pounded deeper into Violet's pussy her dirty talk increased. I loved every moment of it. I was a long way from cumming anytime soon because of my last orgasm. "Shit Luke! I'm cumming baby!!! Fuck me harder! Deeper!! I felt a rush of what felt like piss going down my cock. Violet came with such a violent force, she squirt AGAIN! Damn, she wasn’t kidding when she warned me earlier about being a squirter! I slowed our pace down and pulled out of her. "New position baby." Violet got up and smiled. "I wanna ride you." I laid down on my bed. Violet fixed her messed up hair from all the wild sex. She stroked my cock a few times, then climbed onto my bed and aligned her pussy with my cock. Once she was in, she started to bounce on me. She was in control. For now. She was fucking me as hard as she could jumping up and down on my bed. "FUCK YEAH baby! C’mon Violet! Fuck me! Is that all you got?? AW SHIT!!" Violet loved dirty talk. "Is this what you want Luke?" Every time she asked that she'd press hard against my chest and slow herself down. She’d take my the entire length of my shaft down as far as she could into her pussy and rub herself on my crotch. It felt great. She'd then fuck me at a fast pace again. After a while of her bouncing on my cock, I took control. I pushed in and out of her pussy thrusting up and down. I spanked her ass while I pounded her. She loved it. "Spank my ass baby. Fuck me!! Harder!" We continued fucking. And just when I was starting to get the urge to cum soon, a phone started to ring. I ignored the phone but Violet told me to hold off for a second. We stopped fucking. It was her cell phone ringing. Without pulling off she reached for it on my night stand. "Shit! It's my husband!" I tell her to calm down. "Call him back later. I'm going to cum." She looks at me and shakes her head. "I have to take this now. He has a very limited amount of free time to call. It'll be quick. It has to be anyway before they send him back to work." I grunt but nod. With that, Violet answers her phone. "Hello? .........Hey honey! How are you? ..... That's good. ...... How's work going for you?.... Yeah.....uh huh.....oh wow.......” While she talks on the phone my cock started to shrink in her. I start to push up and down in her slowly fucking her to try to maintain my erection. Violet just gives me a stern “You Better Not” look. “When do you think you'll be home honey? ......In a month?....sounds good....I miss you Hon-mmmmm.” Violet tries to hide the fact that she's fucking me while talking to her husband. She's not doing too well. I'm slowly picking up the pace again to keep my erection going. Violet lets out a few moans on the phone. “What's that honey?....oh I'm fine...I just uhh-have some shoulder cramps and my lower back has been sore......yeah I don’t know what it is, but I might have to visit a chiropractor......ok you got to go?....ok bye..love you too honey...be safe.” Violet hangs up. She playfully punches me in the arm. "What the fuck is your problem? My husband heard me moaning cause of you!” She asks with a smile on her face. I laugh as we start to pick up the pace again. "Sorry I couldn't help myself." Violet quickly gets over it as she starts moaning again. My orgasm was near. I fucked Mrs. Taylor hard as her ass bounced up and down my cock. I spanked her ass too as my orgasm was rapidly approaching. "I'm gonna cum Violet!" Violet kept moaning. "Cum in me baby!!! Cum inside me!! I reached my hand behind her ass as I continued to fuck her. I fingered her asshole as my orgasm hit hard, even more sensitive than before! My cum shot deep into her pussy. "YES baby!!!! Fuck!!!! Your cum feels so good in me!!!!!" I shot my loads deep into Violet. My dick actually hurt in a good intense way from the ecstasy of the moment. When my orgasm subsided, Violet got off me. She then put her crotch close to my face. "Mmm Luke....open up." I opened my mouth wide as Violet pushed her pussy out and let my cum slip out of her onto my tongue. I swallowed some of it. "Save me some Luke. I want to taste your seed baby." I sat up and spit my cum into her mouth. She swallowed all of it in one big gulp. We kissed and tongued again tasting each other. We laid down for a few minutes. I looked at the time. 12PM. We still had a few hours until I had to head out to the airport. "Let's shower together Violet.” She kissed me and grabbed me by the hand. We walked to my bathroom. I got the water running. Violet stepped in and I followed right behind her. She turns around and faces me. I push her into the front corner of my shower. We kiss passionately as the warm water pours down on us both. I kiss her neck slowly as she stands upright with her hands reaching behind me grabbing onto my ass pulling me close to her. Her nipples are erect as I play with them with my free hand and massage her breasts. We continue to make out until I pull back and grab some soap. Violet takes the bar of soap from my hands and lathers my body for me. I then do the same for her. When I get to her ass, I turn her around and massage her cheeks lathering each with generous amounts of soap. “Here, let me clean you out inside.” I take two fingers coated with soap and shove them up her asshole. Violet grunts as she stands with both her arms against the front wall of the shower for balance. I finger her asshole slowly, taking my time, enjoying that familiar sensation of her sphincter wrapped around my fingers. She’s so fucking tight! After we get out of the shower, we both get changed. Violet goes down to the pool to get her bikini and clothes. I put on some fresh clothes and make sure I have everything in my room that I need for my trip before I head downstairs. Violet waits for me by the front door. "I'm going to head to my house and throw some fresh clothes on and relax for a bit. I’ll be back here a few minutes before 3 o’clock so I can take you." Violet thanks me for the great time we had today and opens up the front door. It’s now or never, if I’m going to ask her the question I’ve been meaning to ask her since she got here. "Hey Violet." She turns to me. "Yeah?" I clear my throat. “So...I know you said last night that you have some days off from work this week, right?” She nods at me with a quizzical expression on her face. “Give me one second,” I tell her as I make my way to the kitchen counter to grab a paper. I bring it back to her. She reads it and then gasps. “Luke! What is this??” With a smile, I tell her it’s an airfare confirmation booked for Cancun with her name on it. “How would you like to spend this week with me in Cancun? I think you’ll have a blast!” Violet stares at the paper and then at me. "You bought me an airfare ticket to Cancun???" I laugh. "Yes I did. And I paid for your resort expenses too when I came back home from your place last night. Would you like to come along? I honestly understand if you can’t make it, this is way too last minute and I should’ve asked first.” Violet opens up her arms and leans into me with a big hug. “Of COURSE I’ll go!! You shouldn’t have! I’m so flattered and happy! I don’t know what to say! Thank you!” We hold onto each other as I rub her lower back with my hand. “No need to thank me. Honestly, you’ve thanked me enough by coming over today and being open to having some fun with me.” Violet leans up to me and kisses me softly. “You’ve made me so happy Luke. Since last night, since I’ve met you, you’ve been nothing but kind and gracious to me. I can’t thank you enough for all of this.” We stay in each other’s arms for a brief period of time, before I pull away. “Well....I think you have bags to pack. Don’t forget to grab your passport. And let's meet here a few minutes before 3. I’ll get us an Uber to take us to the airport.” Violet gives me a huge hug. "I’ll pack as quick as I can! I'm in need of a serious vacation!" She leaves to her house to go pack. About five minutes before 3 o’clock, I lock my house and make my way down the drive way with my luggage to the car. The driver helps me put the bags in the trunk. We wait a few minutes for Violet. Just when I'm about to call her, she rushes out of her house with a big luggage and a back pack. The driver quickly helps her and we head out to the airport. NEXT STOP: CANCUN!! END OF PART 2

“Melissa, please sit down.” Steve, my husband had gestured with his hand, inviting our neighbor to sit on the sofa. “Make yourself comfortable.” Steve then sat comfortably in his recliner. When Melissa sat down, I handed her a glass of wine. I then sat on the opposite end of the sofa. Melissa appeared nervous. For all intent purposes, she had every reason to be nervous. As for my husband, Steve was his normal self. His composure, his demeanor was that of being relaxed…seemingly, in control of his surroundings. Before he said anything, he took a sip of his wine. “JoLyn mentioned the conversation that you had with her this morning. Am I to understand that you want me to spank Karen?” Karen was Melissa’s 14 year old daughter. For the past few months, Melissa was becoming more and more concerned with her daughter’s behavior. Her grades were in the decline, she was hanging out with a bad group of teens and her overall attitude and behavior was worsening. And so, in a rather brash manner of speaking, Steve opened the doors…the topic of discussion was going to be focused on her daughter. In the back of my mind, I knew that Steve was going to include Melissa into our discussion. “I suspected that Karen was smoking. Aside from smelling it on her clothes, I found a pack of cigarettes in her jacket. She said that they weren’t hers…that she had loaned her jacket to someone.” Melissa sipped her wine and continued. “I’ve noticed too, that some money has been missing from my purse. When I mentioned this to Karen, she denied it. She thinks that I’m not supporting her and that I’m always picking on her.” For the past 9 years, Melissa had been our neighbor. She was 37 years old, a bank manager…her personality was always upbeat; she was a successful and happy woman. When she moved into the neighborhood, our families became good friends. It was a sad day when we learned that her husband had an affair with his co-worker. The affair was something that Melissa wasn’t able to handle and so, she filed for a divorce. In a blink of an eye, Melissa became a single parent. Her husband had little interaction with his daughter…and so, little by little, Karen’s attitude began to change. “What happened yesterday?” Steve knew what had happened because, I had told him about my conversation with Melissa. But I knew that he wanted to hear it from her. “I received a call from the police. Karen had gone out with a few of her friends to the mall. She was caught shoplifting. She had attempted to steal a few cd’s…as soon as she stepped outside, the security officer approached her. She wasn’t able to produce a receipt…her friends all ran off in different directions; the store called the police.” Steve then responded with a very practical question. “A full day…24 hours have gone by. When you went to pick up Karen at the store…were you embarrassed and humiliated?” In soft voice, Melissa said. “Why yes…I was.” Another question popped out from my husband’s lips. “JoLyn told me that you recognized the security officer from the bank. Did he recognize you?” Melissa took a sip of her wine and said. “I’m quite sure he did. He didn’t say anything…but, if I recognized him, I’m sure he knew who I was.” Steve then asked a very simple question. “What punishment if any…did you give to Karen?” Melissa took another sip of her wine. “I didn’t really punish her. I mean, I did and I didn’t.” She had this pleading look to her face, as if she was trying to convince Steve that Karen had learned a lesson, without having been punished. “Steve, her friends abandoned her. When I went to the store, she was all alone…scared, crying. I think that experience alone…well, I think she learned a very valuable lesson. Maybe that experience was or should be her punishment?” From where I sat, Melissa didn’t sound convincing. And Steve must have felt the same way. He was quick to speak. “If you feel that way, then why are you here?” Melissa’s voice was weak and yet, she found the courage to speak. “Steve, this isn’t easy for me to ask…I mean…I never would have dreamed that one day…I would be asking you to spank my daughter. But I know in my heart that Karen should be spanked for the theft.” “Melissa, if you had been caught shoplifting at your daughter’s age, or for that matter, at any age, how would your parents have punished you?” From looking down to the floor, Melissa then looked up at Steve. Without blinking an eye, she said. “My father would have strapped me.” Melissa than began to cry. I then moved closer to her and placed my arm around her shoulder. I looked at Steve…he seemed to understand my thoughts. Our neighbor was reaching out to us…she needed our assistance. Steve nodded his head and I felt a smile form on my face. I knew that he was going to agree to Melissa’s request; he was going to punish Karen. “Melissa,” Steve asked, “When you suspected that Karen was stealing money from you, in order to buy cigarettes…did you punish her?” A soft answer came from Melissa’s lips, “No.” Steve and I had already experienced the teenage years with our own daughter. She was in her final year of college. We were very proud of her, of her accomplishments; she was a responsible, intelligent and mature young woman. From an early age, our daughter was well aware…that if she mis-behaved; she was going to be punished. We didn’t always resort to spankings…but, she was well accustomed to her father’s strap. Melissa had regained her composure. After taking a sip of her wine, she said. “I’m disappointed in myself…at the same time; I know that Karen has to be held accountable for her actions.” From our past conversations, Melissa knew that Steve and I believed in spanking our daughter. Our daughter wasn’t perfect…but we expected her to be respectful towards others; we expected her to be polite. When it came to her school work, if she brought home anything less than a “C”…well, she knew that she was going to feel Steve’s strap. Her school work was her job, and so too were the few chores that we expected her to complete. We believed in a reward system…our daughter earned a very nice allowance for her completed efforts. There had been a lull, a very quiet moment. And then, Melissa asked. “What type of punishment do you think Karen deserves?” Her question was directed towards Steve. Steve was enjoying the moment. Whether Melissa was aware of this or not, he was preparing himself; I knew that he wanted to dominate her. As he sat n his recliner, I could tell that his mind was working in overtime, thinking of what he might want to do to our neighbor. I knew that he wanted to bring her down a peg or two and Steve was well rehearsed in humiliating a person. As Steve sipped on his wine, he said. “Melissa…based on everything that you’ve said to me. I agree with you. Karen should be punished. I think she should be held accountable…and I dare say, if I’m to become her disciplinarian, in due time…you will see a significant difference in her attitude and behavior.” In a soft voice, Melissa asked. “Would…would you use a belt?” “Melissa,” Steve said. “Karen will spend some quality time over my lap. My hand will leave an imprint on her bare bottom. She’ll spend some quality time in a corner. I’ll introduce her to my paddle, and finally…yes, I’ll give her a strapping that she will not soon forget.” “Will…I mean, do you want me to be present?” Melissa asked in a soft voice. “No, your presence won’t be needed. You’ll be standing outside of her bedroom door. JoLyn will be with you and she’ll keep you there, in the hallway and you’ll have to endure listening to your daughter’s pleas…you’ll have to listen to her screams; her crying.” Steve had Melissa’s attention. She was nodding her head as if she was approving everything that he was saying to her. I was still sitting next to her; my hand was holding her hand. “I’ll be close to your side…and it’s very important for you to stay with me. It’s important for you to hear your daughter…no matter how bad the spanking might be; she deserves it.” My voice was re-assuring to Melissa; she continued to nod her understanding. Steve’s voice was then heard and Melissa was quick in turning her attention to him. “We have a slight problem though…and that problem Melissa…is you. You have a decision to make and you need to make your decision now.” Melissa had a confused look to her face. Steve continued to talk. “The mere fact that you’re asking me to do something that you should be able to do…I agree with you; you should be disappointed in yourself.” Steve had allowed his few words to settle into Melissa’s brain. And then he continued to speak. “I think you should be held accountable for your shortfalls as a parent; as a mother. And so, if you want me to punish your daughter…you first, are going to be the recipient of my strap.” Steve’s words, the statement he had made, was a matter of fact…there was no room for confusion, there was no room for discussion. Melissa sat across from my husband…her eyes grew very wide…her mouth opened wide, as if she was in a state of shock. “You can’t be serious.” Melissa said. “I’m being very serious.” My husband demeanor never changed; he remained relaxed and at ease. Melissa looked at me. It’s as if she was looking for my support…it’s as if she was waiting for me to speak up, to argue on her behalf. I sat by her side and remained quiet. Melissa stood up and walked away from the sofa. It’s as if her mind was racing in thought. Finally, she turned towards Steve and said. “There’s absolutely no way that I would ever allow you to spank me.” My husband seemed to accept her decision. “Then, we have nothing else to discuss. You probably should go home.” Melissa wasn’t expecting to hear Steve’s decision. His voice was a strong indication, that his mind was made up…that there was no room for discussion. Melissa stood frozen in place…confused, seemingly nervous. Her lips were quivering, as if she wanted to say something. “But…but…I need your help. I’m at my wits end. Steve, I’m asking for your help.” Melissa appeared to be on the verge of tears. The last few drops of her wine had been swallowed. Her hand was shaking when she placed the wine glass on a table. “Melissa,” Steve said. “You told me that you were disappointed in yourself. As I’ve already said, I agree with you.” As Steve was speaking, Melissa resigned herself to listen. “You expect, you want your daughter to be held accountable and yet, as a mother…as your daughter’s mentor…you shirk your responsibilities as a parent.” Steve’s voice had been crisp, precise and accurate. Melissa stood frozen in place; her knees were now trembling…a tear was seen on her cheek. Steve rose from his recliner and approached Melissa. “Melissa, if you want me to punish your daughter…you’re going to have to learn what it means, to be held accountable.” Again, Melissa looked in my direction. It’s an eerie feeling when someone looks into your eyes…wishing that you would speak up. Melissa was looking for a defense team…because Steve was her judge and jury. In that quiet moment, I’m sure that Melissa realized that I was going to defend her. Ultimately, she nodded her head in agreement. Steve had Melissa’s attention. While he looked directly into her eyes, he said. “I’m going to humiliate you.” Steve allowed his words to settle into her brain. And then, he continued to speak. “You think you were humiliated when you walked into the security office? As I said, I think you were. Yet, you didn’t handle the situation in the right way or in an appropriate way. You allowed your daughter to walk away…without being punished.” Again, Steve allowed his words to settle into her brain. “You’re going to cry…and I’m the man that is going to bring you to tears. You’re going to feel the same strap…that your daughter is going to feel.” Steve turned his attention to me. “Honey, take Melissa upstairs to our bedroom.” When Steve spoke again, Melissa knew that he was speaking to her. “JoLyn is going to take you upstairs. She’s going to lead you to a corner in our bedroom. I want you to stand in the corner. I will expect to see your nose planted into that corner. I’m going to give you a little time to reflect, to think of the reasons, as to why you’re being punished.” Steve nodded in my direction. I took this as a cue, I quickly approached Melissa. Taking her by her hand; I led her out of the living room. We didn’t say a word to each other...and of course, I was wondering what she was thinking about. She was deep in thought, seemingly lost in thought, as we made our way upstairs to the second flood. Once we stepped into my bedroom, I quickly led Melissa to a corner. I had never had the privilege of introducing a corner of our bedroom to another person. Never in my wildest dream, did I ever think that one day, my neighbor would be standing in a corner, in my bedroom! Typically, it was my nose that was always stationed in the corner of a room. “You need to stand here.” My voice was soft spoken. My heart was beating a mile a minute. “Steve is expecting your nose to be resting in this corner.” Though Steve didn’t mention this…I told Melissa to stand with her arms down to her sides. As Melissa was contemplating putting her nose in the corner of my bedroom, she suddenly spoke out. “JoLyn, what…what exactly is Steve going to do to me?” Melissa appeared to be very nervous. In a soft voice, I said. “Melissa, you agreed to Steve’s terms. He’s going humiliate you…and I’m quite confident that you’re going to receive a strapping.” Melissa was nodding her head…as if she was saying “no.” It’s as if she was questioning her decision. She suddenly said. “I can’t do this.” Melissa’s emotions were showing signs of inner turmoil. Her breathing was heavy. I knew that I had to do something to soothe her nerves. I reached out and began to caress the side of her face, I lightly stroked her hair…and when I spoke; I looked directly into her eyes. “We’ve known each other for a long time. In the time we’ve known each other…have I ever lied to you? Steve cares about you…if he didn’t care…trust me, you wouldn’t be standing in my bedroom.” Wanting to ease Melissa’s nerves, I continued to talk to her. “When my attitude, my behavior or my level of obedience falters…well, Steve disciplines me.” Pointing my finger towards the corner of my bedroom, I continued to talk. “I’ve faced this corner on many occasions…and now, it’s your turn. Steve wants to give you an opportunity to reflect…to understand the reasons for your punishment. That’s why he wants your nose in the corner.” Melissa eyes grew wide. Even more confusion was seen in her eyes. Whispering, she said. Steve…your husband spanks you?” “Yes, he does.” I could only provide her with a warming smile. “And now, it’s your turn. Steve is going to hold you accountable. You have to trust him. If he tells you to do something…whatever it might be…above all else; you need to obey him.” She was nodding her understanding. “And…and you’re ok with this? This isn’t going to upset you?” Melissa asked? “No, it’s not going to upset me. Steve is my husband. I love him and I know that he loves me.” I allowed my words to settle into her brain. I have no idea what overcame me…but at that precise moment; I brought her into my arms. I nestled my nose into her neck…her bodily fragrances were intoxicating. It proved to be too much for me…I kissed her. When my lips came into contact with her lips, her eyes were wide open…her body stiffened. I caressed her back; my tongue darted out of my mouth and touched her lips. My hand came to rest at her waist and so badly, did I want my hand to go further south. When our lips broke free, when we stepped away from each other…my heart was pulsating…I could feel that sudden heat from between my legs; my pussy was damp. I knew that I had to prepare Melissa for the corner. I softly said, “I’ll be by your side…I won’t be able to save you from your punishment, but I won’t leave your side.” I then turned Melissa towards the corner. “Steve expects you to be standing in the corner.” I motioned her to take the remaining few steps towards the corner. “He expects your nose to be in the center of the corner. Remember…you need to obey his every word.” Before Melissa stood with her nose in the corner, she said. “The kiss…it was nice.” My smile…well, it caused her smile to appear on her face. She understood the meaning of my smile. Her last words to me, before she faced the corner were. “Is it going to hurt?” I didn’t want to lie to her. I brought my body close to hers and whispered. “Yes, it’s going to hurt.” My voice then rose with authority. “You deserve this strapping…now face the corner.” Melissa stood very quietly in the corner. Once her nose was placed into the center of the walls; she remained motionless. I began to pace my bedroom…from pacing; I would sit on the edge of my bed. Melissa was nervous; her emotions were on display…there were times when I heard her sob. I’m sure her mind was considering the un-certainty of her situation. Melissa knew that she was going to be humiliated and strapped…but, to what degree? Even I…didn’t have the answers to those questions. Melissa’s arms remained down to her sides, she was fidgeting; on more than one occasion; she bent her knees. She was finding it difficult to remain standing in a corner while having to wait. Sometimes, the waiting period…well, it was just as harsh…as was the actual punishment. Perhaps Melissa was reflecting on the reasons…as her nose remained tucked into the corner of the walls; she cried. When Steve entered the bedroom…the quietness at that particular moment was un-nerving. Melissa sensed his arrival; her body became rigid. She remained motionless in the corner. I was seated on the edge of our bed…Steve walked over to me…bending at the waist; my husband kissed me. I met his tongue with my own tongue…it became a magical moment; our tongues were dancing a romantic tune together. His hand cupped my right breast…looking into my eyes, he said. “I love you JoLyn.” As if my pussy needed a jump start! The warmth of his embrace, the taste of his mouth, his tongue…to feel his touch; my pussy was on fire. When he stood up straight, I noticed the bulge in his pants. In that precise moment, I knew that Steve was mentally prepared to discipline Melissa. I found myself becoming very curious, seemingly anxious; I wanted to watch my husband punish our neighbor. Steve walked over to the corner where Melissa was standing. He placed his hand on her shoulder; her body shivered. Melissa was wearing a pair of dress slacks…typical clothing that was worn by a professional lady. Her blouse was pink in color…a very soft tone of pink. At that particular moment, I found myself wondering…as to the color of her panties. Steve’s hand left her shoulder…ever so slowly, he began to trace his hand down her back…once again; Melissa’s body shivered. Steve’s hand finally came into contact with Melissa’s ass. At his leisure, he began to caress her ass cheeks. Melissa was petite, her weight and height were compatible to each other. I had always been envious of her weight, her ability to stay in shape. At that precise moment, a thought came to my mind…a thought that my mind had never considered before…I wondered if Melissa had any pubic hair protecting her vagina. Perhaps my mind traveled in that direction for a reason. I was watching my husband…his hand began to probe its way in-between Melissa’s legs. Without being told, Melissa bent her knees slightly, allowing Steve easy access to her crotch. He cupped her crotch with his hand…Melissa moaned. That moan was meaningful to hear…I knew that Melissa’s pussy was wet. Without asking Steve…I’m quite sure, he was aware too. When Steve withdrew his hand from Melissa’s crotch, his voice filled the bedroom. “I will expect you to listen to my voice. You will not question my authority. I will expect you to be obedient.” He leaned in closer to Melissa and said. “Do you understand me?” Melissa’s nose never left the corner…she continued to tremble in place. But her voice, her answer was clear. “Yes…I understand.” Steve came over to where I was seated on the bed. “Melissa, come stand in front of me.” When Melissa removed herself from the corner, she took a deep breath. Her eyes locked onto my eyes, perhaps to seek re-assurance; I smiled. She looked so beautiful…and still, she was nervous. Those few steps from the corner to where Steve was standing may have seemed like an eternity to her…but finally; she was standing before my husband; her neighbor. She was within arm’s reach…and Steve took full advantage of this. Looking directly into Melissa’s eyes, he reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands. He caressed, he lightly massaged her breasts…in a quick moment; he tore the buttons off from her blouse. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have any idea how expensive this blouse is?” Melissa lost her composure. Knowing Steve as I did…her blouse was nothing more…then a blouse. It could be replaced. As I said, Melissa stood within arm’s reach of where Steve stood. Steve remained silent…but his arm, his hand was about to communicate to the side of Melissa’s face. The sound of his hand making contact…the initial shock that was seen on Melissa’s face; all proved to be priceless. Melissa yelped out, her hand immediately grabbed the right side of her face. Steve remained calm. Melissa was seated on the edge of the bed…frantically, rubbing the side of her face. Steve reached out and took hold her hair. Instantly, Melissa’s hand reached for Steve’s hand…in a rather quick second; Melissa was standing on her two feet. Again, she yelped. Once she was standing, she was looking directly into Steve’s eyes. “For the remainder of this evening…I own your ass.” Steve hadn’t released Melissa’s hair. He was standing very close to her…his voice didn’t stutter. “Before I punish you…I’m going to give you an examination.” Steve released Melissa’s hair. She remained standing; a tear flowed down the side of her face. “Honey, would you like to have a better look at Melissa’s tits?” Not wanting to give up this opportunity, I stood up. I moved in front of Melissa…her hand was still covering her face. I took her hand in mine…bringing it to my mouth; I kissed her hand. I caressed the side of her face. It was reddish…I’m quite sure the initial impact had stung. I kissed the area of her face; her eyes closed. I then focused my attention towards her chest; her breasts. She was wearing a white bra…when I caressed her breasts through the thin material; her eyes opened. I noticed too, that her chest was moving at a fast pace. “Do you mind…if I touch your breasts?” I asked her. She nodded her head back and forth and softly said. “No, I don’t mind.” I then took hold of the bottom of the cups to her bra…and lifted them up and over; her breasts were on display. It was a rough way to bare Melissa’s breasts, but for whatever reason, Steve was including me…seemingly empowering me and I have to admit; I was enjoying the moment. Steve interrupted my revelry. I felt his hand on my shoulder and knew that my moment had come and gone. I stood to the side. Steve looked Melissa’s breasts…but said nothing. When he looked into her eyes, his voice was harsh. “Take off all your clothes except for your panties.” Melissa’s eyes grew wide. Delicate moments had passed. Melissa could only tremble in place. “I expect you to obey me. I don’t expect you to question my authority.” Steve’s voice was filled with such conviction. As soon as Steve had said these few words to Melissa…with trembling fingers, she began to slowly undress. Melissa kicked off her heels; her fingers fumbled with the opening to her slacks…the zipper being lowered seemed to pierce through the silence of our bedroom. She was wearing white panties…her blouse was ruined…in a short manner of time; her bra and blouse were discarded on the floor. Melissa was looking in every direction…yet, whenever Steve spoke, it was then that she would look directly into his eyes. She was never aware of the bulge that was living inside Steve’s pants. It was so prominent…and I knew that with a little encouragement, it could be freed. But I wasn’t going to interfere with Steve’s plans…from past practices, when he was ready; he would ways to satisfy himself. Delicate moments had passed. Melissa could only tremble in place. “I expect you to obey me. If you don’t…you will suffer the consequences.” As soon as Steve had said these few words to Melissa…with trembling fingers, she began to slowly undress. Melissa kicked off her heels; her fingers fumbled with the opening to her slacks…the zipper being lowered seemed to pierce through the silence of our bedroom. She was wearing white panties…and when she had removed her torn blouse, her bra…I was in complete awe; her nipples stood erect. “Your tits…they’re a bit small and yet, very firm. Your nipples are very prominent.” My husband’s observation was very accurate. I knew from experience that Steve was planning to humiliate Melissa. Upon hearing Steve’s words, Melissa glanced downwards towards her breasts. She continued to tremble in place. Melissa couldn’t contain herself; her will to speak out, got the best of her. And of course, this was all in Steve’s plans. “There’s nothing wrong with my breasts!” A devilish grin appeared on Steve’s face. His reaction was so quick, that Melissa wasn’t able to react. He had raised his hand…my eyes grew wide; his target was Melissa’s face. SLAP!! The complete side of Melissa’s face shook as Steve’s hand met the right side of her face. Once again, Melissa’s hand reacted quickly, covering the tender spot. Her eyes grew wide, out of total dis-belief…and from her mouth, she yelped loudly. Almost at once, her eyes began to tear up…the sound alone sent shivers up and down my spine. Steve then spoke in a deliberate way. “I made an honest evaluation. I agree with you…there’s nothing wrong with your tits. In the future, I hope you’ll think twice before you speak. I will expect you to speak to me in a polite and respectful tone of voice. Anything less is not acceptable…and I will be quick in punishing you.” Steve had asked Melissa if she understood him. She nodded her understanding and said. “Yes.” Steve was quick to correct her. “Yes Sir.” Melissa looked into Steve’s eyes. Her breathing was somewhat calm…her hand still covered her face; her voice was soft. “Yes Sir, I understand.” “Place your hands on top of your head and interlace your fingers.” Melissa took a deep breath and followed my husband’s instructions. In a deliberate fashion, my husband worked his hand down into Melissa’s panties. Finding what he was looking for, he said. “I have a few more observations. Your cunt is wet.” He looked straight into Melissa’s eyes as he spoke. “Tomorrow, when you show me your cunt…I will expect it to be bare. If you need any help in shaving your pubic hair…you can ask for JoLyn’s assistance.” A moment later, Steve had withdrawn his hand from Melissa’s panties. “Spread your legs wide apart.” Melissa was breathing deeply…her heart was beating a mile a minute. A few more deep breaths; she then complied with my husband’s demands. “Wider.” My husband commanded. Without hesitation, Melissa complied. “You’re going to amuse us. Though you may want to resist…eventually, I’m going to win and have my way with you.” Melissa looked so beautiful in her submissive stance. She was resigning herself to Steve’s plans and I heard my husband say the word, “us.” He was including me into the scenario, into his plans; I was becoming so aroused. Standing in front of Melissa, Steve then said. You’re going to pee in front of us.” Melissa looked in my direction. I shrugged my shoulders. Steve walked away and entered the master bathroom. When he returned, he was holding a medium size plastic container. Melissa was frozen in place; she was in a mild state of shock. Steve slipped his fingers underneath the elastic waistband of Melissa’s panties…and while he looked her in the eyes, he began to slowly pull them down to her knees. Though her legs were spread wide apart, the material began to stretch. My husband knelt down on his knees…Melissa’s beautiful pussy was only inches away from his face. Melissa was doing her best to maintain her breathing…her body continued to tremble. Using one of his hands, Steve reached around and slid his hand under her ass cheeks and between her legs…using his fingers, he spread Melissa’s pussy lips wide apart. Melissa began to sob. Anticipating Melissa reactions, Steve was quick to say, “Don’t say a word. I’m going to introduce you to the truest meaning of humiliation.” He lightly tapped the inner side of Melissa’s thigh. In her position, she nodded her understanding. Amidst her sobbing, she said. “Yes Sir.” It’s as if she was able to read his mind…Steve surely would have left his hand print on the inner side of her thigh, if she had uttered a word of complaint. With his free hand, Steve grabbed the container; he placed it between Melissa’s legs and held it close to her pussy, centered over her urethra. Again, Steve’s voice was heard. “From this moment forward, you will remain silent. The only time I will want to hear your voice…is if I ask you a question.” When Steve asked if Melissa understood him, she softly spoke. “Yes Sir, I understand.” With such conviction, Steve then said. “I want you to pee for me…now.” Every muscle in Melissa’s body tightened, while she stood in her precarious position; she began to openly cry. Steve ignored her tears. He tapped her urethra a few times…after a couple of minutes had passed; he tapped a couple of more times. It became a magical moment…a few droplets appeared. Steve was deliberate in his pursuit to have Melissa pee against her will…and so, he provided a few more taps with his finger. A few moments had passed and then, Melissa began to pee furiously in the container that Steve was holding between her legs. When the last droplets were released, Steve placed the container on the floor. He then directed his attention to me. “Honey, will you please wipe and or clean Melissa’s cunt for me?” I leaped off from the bed. This was my cue…my husband needed my assistance. I went into the bathroom and came back with some Kleenex. I knelt before Melissa…the view, her scent was intoxicating. This was the last chance I would have to see her pubic hairs…droplets of pee were entangled in her pubes. I looked towards my husband and he nodded his approval. I set the Kleenex aside and brought my face closer…as I did, the tip of my tongue drew in each droplet. Melissa’s knees were buckling. She was so close to losing her balance. It was Steve, who assisted her…grabbing her shoulder, so she could remain standing. “You need to stay in position, while we clean your cunt.” Melissa felt my soft tongue against her vaginal opening…her body stiffened, her first moan was a strong indication; she had felt my tongue at her entrance. I slowly began to lick the entrance to her pussy, up to her clit…and then slowly, my tongue licked the outer edges of her labia. I repeated this over and over again…and Melissa couldn’t stop the process; she was becoming very aroused; her pussy was wet. As I tasted Melissa’s pussy, enjoying every precious moment…I heard Steve’s voice. For a moment, he had interrupted her train of thought. Her moans became silent. “Do you like having your cunt licked?” Steve was helping Melissa to stay on her feet, in her submissive squatting position. From where I was kneeling, with my face pressed against her vaginal opening and with my tongue tasting her labia; I heard Melissa say. “Yes Sir.” “Has a woman ever licked your cunt before?” Steve asked. Melissa was trying her best to remain focused. Her body was responding to my tongue…I continuously licked the entire entrance to her pussy, every so often; my tongue would find and flick her clit. Melissa’s breathing was intense. Still, I heard her say, “No Sir.” I know that Steve was enjoying himself. “JoLyn’s licking your cunt…shouldn’t you say thank you, to her.” Her body was experiencing small spasms. Her leg muscles were working overtime in trying to keep her upright. Amidst her moans of pleasure, I heard Melissa say. “JoLyn…thank…thank you.” It was a magical moment when I heard Melissa’s reaction to my tongue as I furiously began to lick her clit. “OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh!!” I looked at Melissa’s pussy…her juices were visible. My saliva was intermixed with her bodily juices…using my fingers, I deliberately spread her outer vaginal lips. Melissa moaned deeply. I then attacked her clit with the tip of my tongue…in a very gentle way; my tongue began to make small circles around her clit. Melissa was in ecstasy…her breathing was irregular, her body was swaying back and forth…and when I felt Steve’s hand on my shoulder; I knew I had to stop. When my tongue left her pussy, Melissa voice resounded. “No please…don’t stop!” I began to massage Melissa’s inner thighs…her muscles were tensed. I didn’t want to upset Steve and so, my fingers never came close to touching Melissa’s pussy. Her eyes were closed when my face was buried into her pussy…when my tongue left her clit; her eyes opened wide. As if in disbelief; her state of pleasure had come to an end. “Stand up.” Steve’s voice had been sharp. It snapped Melissa’s revelry of passion. Her face was flush…her body was sweating. I began to wonder; just how close was she, to reaching her orgasm. When Melissa stood up, Steve then worked her panties back up over her thighs…a second later; her pussy was hidden from my view. A second later, Steve was standing. He took Melissa’s hand and guided her to the foot of our bed. Facing our bed Steve then said, “Melissa, I want you to kneel on the floor…raise yourself, your upper body up and over the frame of our bed.” Melissa was at a loss of words. Her mouth was trembling…yet, so was her entire body. She fought to pull herself up over the frame of our bed. When Melissa came to rest; her abdomen was teetering on the wooden frame. I had been in this position before. In all honesty, it’s not a comfortable position to be in. The longer you remain in this position; the pressure continues to mount on your abdomen…it was a good thing that Steve had forced Melissa to pee. I’m quite sure that he didn’t want Melissa to pee on our bed. Steve was satisfied…he wanted Melissa to experience dis-comfort; she was in a vulnerable position. Soon, her state of mind would follow. With Melissa’s body lying over the frame of our bed, Steve then said. “Keep your arms over your head.” In the back of my mind, I knew what Steve’s intentions were. I had been in this position before. Melissa wasn’t going to enjoy the next few minutes. “Now Melissa, spread your legs wide apart.” Melissa complied. “Melissa, if you move from this position, I will secure you to the frame of our bed.” In a rough manner of speaking, Steve hooked his fingers into Melissa’s panties and quickly pulled them down to her mid thighs. He then went to the night table and retrieved some latex gloves and KY Jelly. Standing behind Melissa, the familiar snap was heard. Perhaps Melissa understood what the “snap” meant. She was trying to look over her shoulder; her eyes were filled with such fear and anxiety. “What are you going to do to me?” She asked. SLAP! Steve was quick to deliver a hard spank to Melissa’s ass cheek. Melissa reacted with a high pitched yelp! “OUCH! That hurt!” “You were told to remain quiet. The only time you should speak, is when and if, I choose to ask you a question. It’s in your best interest to comply too my instructions.” As he was speaking, Steve was looking directly into Melissa’s eyes. “Do you understand me?” Melissa turned her head away from Steve. We both heard her say, “Yes Sir.” When I heard Melissa’s yelp…my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to provide myself with a better view, so I placed myself behind Steve. I was able to see my husband’s hand print on Melissa’s ass cheek. Her white creamy skin was soft to the touch…and now, a blemish of red was seen. Imagine a simple slap on one’s ass and then, redness…I knew in my heart that Melissa was not accustomed to having her ass spanked. Steve’s bulge…I wanted to reach out; I so badly wanted to caress his bulge with my hand. It was prominently on display in his jeans. I had this feeling that Melissa still wasn’t aware of Steve’s state of arousal. Her focus was on her state of distress. With Melissa being in distress…having noticed Steve’s bulge…having had the opportunity of tasting Melissa’s pussy; I became lost in my own selfish thrones of pleasure. I envisioned Steve’s pre-cum. In my mind, I could just picture his fresh cum oozing its way out from his pee slit. Capturing his pre-cum with the tip of my tongue…bringing that distinct flavor into my mouth; my pussy shivered in excitement. With Melissa being seen in her submissive position…I was able to view, to appreciate a different angle of her pussy. The rear view angle…with her legs stretched tight; her smooth ass jutting rearward like an offering; I was mesmerized. A moment like this could not be wasted…my body yearned to be touched. I undid the button to my pants. Neither Steve nor Melissa heard my zipper being lowered. I worked my hand under the waistband of my panties; I was soooooo wet! My body shivered in pure delight when my fingers touched my clit. I held back the urge to moan…I wanted to tease my pussy and enjoy the show that was un-folding before me. Steve parted Melissa’s already spread ass cheeks with his fingers. As he bent over, I was able to catch a glimpse of her anal opening. It was so small. When Steve’s finger came into contact with her anus…immediately after; Melissa’s body tightened. To add to Melissa’s dis-comfort, Steve asked her a simple question. “Melissa, have you ever been fucked in the ass?” Hearing Steve’s question, Melissa looked over her shoulder and said. “What kind of a sick question is that?” Melissa had lost her composure. Steve’s intent was meant to rattle her nerves…and upon hearing her voice; his face showed his smile. At that particular moment, I was able to appreciate Melissa’s facial expressions. Her eyes grew very wide. She watched in horror, not being able to move; she wasn’t able to react. Steve had raised his arm; his hand was held high into the air. With such force…my husband’s hand crashed against Melissa’s right ass cheek. SLAP!! A handprint suddenly appeared. Melissa’s high pitched YELP ascended throughout the bedroom and seemingly, her voice had bounced off the walls. It was an electrifying moment. The sudden pain caused her to squirm…but the way her body was positioned over the frame of the bed; she wasn’t able to get up. Steve continued to apply pressure to her back…she buried her face into the comforter and sobbed. “Melissa, If I have to ask you the same question twice…you will be one sorry lady.” My husband’s tone of voice indicated that he was very serious. Melissa didn’t look over her shoulder when she responded. But her answer was clear, amidst her sobs. “No Sir, I’ve never done that.” Steve deliberately began to smear the KY Jelly all around Melissa’s asshole. In many ways, he was teasing her. He was being very gentle…up and down his finger trailed…finally; his finger seemed to zero in. Using small circles, he began to caress her anal opening; his fingers came to rest on the center of her puckered hole. My hand was inside the waistband of my panties. In earnest, my fingers were attacking my clit. I was enjoying the scene that was unfolding before me. Melissa buried her face into our comforter…she was adjusting her hips and I’m sure that the frame of our bed was bothering her. She was an intelligent woman…she had to know what my husband’s intent was. She squirmed in a frantic fashion and I noticed that her toes had curled…at the precise moment, when my husband’s finger plunged all the way into her asshole. His middle finger, his entire middle finger; his knuckle wasn’t seen. In one quick motion, Steve had suddenly buried his middle finger deep inside Melissa’s rectum. As for Melissa…her body, every muscle in her body had contracted. Her moans were intense! Her asshole had just been raped by my husband’s middle finger. If I thought I could have gotten away with it…I would have stood up and applauded. Instead, I reached my orgasm…and when I removed my hand from my panties…as if I hadn’t eaten in a week; I cleaned my own fingers. While Steve’s finger remained in Melissa’s asshole, he adjusted his stance. Melissa was grunting…beads of sweat became visible on her skin. My husband was on a quest of sorts. It’s as if he was searching for something within her bowels…in and out…side to side…twisting and turning his finger; his wrist was moving in earnest. Melissa’s head would pop up and then settle back on the bed…her body twisted, she squirmed; her frugal attempts to fight the onslaught of Steve’s finger, became a mute issue. Melissa’s pussy responded. A man’s cock, his second head…well, most people know that a man’s cock has a mind of its own. So too, does a woman’s pussy. Whether Melissa wanted her pussy to respond, at that specific moment…we’ll never know. Ever so slightly, her pussy lips split open. I was able to see some moisture beginning to form between her pouting lips and beneath her thin line of hairs that protected her vaginal opening. It was a beautiful sight. Steve was in complete control. When he pulled his finger out from Melissa’s asshole…he had a choice to make. He could push his finger back into Melissa’s rectum in a slow and yet, progressive way…or he could plunge his finger into the depths of her rectum. Steve controlled the speed and depth. I became so fascinated with Melissa’s responses…her grunts; her moans were so intense. For every time that Steve’s knuckle disappeared into Melissa’s rectum…it became apparently clear to me; she had resigned herself to Steve’s quest. Melissa’s anal sphincter…in its natural way; her sphincter gripped Steve’s finger. Whether she was aware of it or not…her sphincter was working in its proper way. It was such an erotic moment to be able to watch my husband finger fuck our neighbor’s asshole. That familiar “popping” sound was eventually heard; Steve had removed his finger from her asshole. Her body seemed to relax. A split second later, Melissa’s anal opening returned to its normal diameter. When Steve’s finger was out from Melissa’s asshole, she attempted to get up. In a quick motion, my husband placed his hand between her shoulder blades…pushing her back down into position. “You were told not to move.” Melissa…once again, she lost her focus. “The bed frame hurts…it’s digging into my stomach!” My husband motioned for me to get the necessary items. I was only too happy to assist him. In a quick second, I had walked in and out of my walk-in closet, holding a Tupperware container. Opening the lid, I laid out the contents. My husband was applying pressure to Melissa’s back…aside from being extremely nervous; she was experiencing a lot of dis-comfort. Melissa had a terrified look to her face; she was desperately trying to wiggle her body free. All at once, I heard the distinct sound of my husband’s hand…making contact with Melissa’s bare bottom. SLAP!! Melissa yelled out! “That fucking hurts!” Steve gave me my instructions…a moment later; I had applied ankles restraints to both of Melissa’s ankles. Moments later, her spread legs; her ankles were secured to our bed frame. To assist in keeping her legs spread apart, I applied a spreader bar to her ankles; her lower extremities were immediately immobilized. It had been too simple…and as I busied myself in applying the handcuffs to her wrists…I came to the realization that Melissa had never experienced bondage before. As with anyone who is unfamiliar with bondage…once Melissa’s wrists were secured to our bed frame; she fought the restraints. She tried in earnest to escape…but to no avail; she could only cry in despair. When she became tired of crying…her other means of defense was to use profanity. “You bastards! Let me up. I’m not playing this game anymore. You both are sick people!” Steve allowed her to talk…he allowed her a moment to get her point of view across. And then, Melissa’s screams…her vulgarity became a muffled after-thought; he had applied a ball gag to her mouth. It took awhile, but eventually Melissa came to the realization that she was powerless. With her head buried into the comforter…she wept. Steve was standing behind her; his voice was calm. “You were told not to move. You were told to remain silent.” Upon hearing Steve’s voice, she was trying her best to look behind her shoulders. Her eyes said it all…she was scared…perhaps the better word would be; terrified. Steve had retrieved the Lexan paddle. I hated that paddle. It was made of a hard plastic resin and so, it was less porous than wood. The paddle had a smooth surface, which allowed for greater contact with the skin because there would be less air trapped in between the paddle surface and the ass cheek. Steve took great measures prior to using the paddle…and when Melissa felt the cool water being sprayed on her ass; her eyes lit up. She had no idea what was about to happen. When the paddle would land on Melissa’s ass cheeks, Steve wanted the paddle to stick to her rear-end, therefore; he made sure her ass was very wet. Steve tapped the Lexan paddle lightly on Melissa’s bottom. “This moment…is going to become a very memorable occasion for you. You’re going to learn self-discipline. You’re going to learn to obey and not to question my authority. You’re going to learn what accountability means.” The next few words were directed at me. “Honey, remove the ball gag. I want to hear Melissa’s screams…I don’t want anything to interfere with the volume of her distress.” And so, I removed the ball gag from her mouth. Melissa’s body stiffened when she felt the paddle. Truth be known, she had no idea what type of paddle it was. All at once, Steve raised the paddle high into the air and brought it down hard…right across the middle of Melissa’s bottom. Swish…TWACK! I’m quite sure that Melissa felt a hot line of fire across her bottom. She gasped in agony, but didn’t scream out. I knew from personal experience, that the paddle feels like a line of needles stabbing into one’s bottom. Steve noticed Melissa’s facial expressions…he was certain that she had truly felt the results of the paddle. Steve paused a few seconds and then once again, he raised the Lexan paddle high into the air. He brought it down again…just as hard as the first stroke. Swish…TWACK! “Oooowwwww!!” Melissa wasn’t able to contain herself. The paddle struck another line of fire across her ass. I notice that her fingers clawed into our comforter. Steve raised the paddle again, higher this time, and brought it down again…I sensed that he used more of his strength. His aim was lower, the less protected area of one’s bottom…just before where Melissa’s thighs began. SWISH…TWACK!! Melissa’s voice resonated through our bedroom. “Yeeeooow!!” I’m quite sure that her bottom felt like it was on fire. Even after only three strokes, the Lexan can truly capture your attention. “Please…please,” she cried out. I moved to the front of the bed…her eyes were watering. Steve remained at the foot of the bed. “In everyone’s life, there comes a time when you’re held accountable for your actions. It’s your turn Melissa.” And with those few words being said, Steve raised the paddle high into the air. Melissa was straining to look over her shoulder…her teary eyes were pleading with him. Steve brought the paddle down hard. Swish…Twack! A new stinging blotch was at a slightly lower angle than the other strokes. Melissa was devastated…she let out a long screeching noise. Her body was withering in the bonds…seemingly; she was trying to suppress the pain. And then, the flood gates opened…Melissa was crying. “Honey, go downstairs and get your cell phone.” I had no idea what Steve’s motive was, but too; I wasn’t about to question him. I ran out of the bedroom, quickly returning with my cell phone in hand. “Call Melissa’s cell phone and let me know when you hear her message.” I was fumbling through my contacts; I knew what Steve’s intentions were. When I signaled to him that I had dialed her number and her answering machine was about to pick up the call; he raised his arm high into the air. Pointing at him at the exact time when her cell phone would be recording; his arm and the paddle slammed into Melissa’s bottom. Swish…Twack!! Melissa’s scream was loud, piercing…her ass cheeks were turning to a brilliant color of red, intermixed with blue. Steve wanted her to have a lasting account of the punishment…the sound of the paddle making contact with her ass, along with her scream…provided this. The pain was settling in…Melissa continued to cry. Her body was trembling…she was no longer trying to free herself from the bonds. Steve then asked Melissa a question. “Is my paddle getting through to you? Are you going to be respectful and obedient?” Amidst her tears, Melissa spoke up and said. “Yes Sir. I’ll be obedient. I’ll be more respectful towards you.” “We’ll see about that.” Steve said. “You’ve got three more swats to endure. That’s only before you go downstairs for your strapping. When you misbehave in this household; I will hold you accountable.” Upon hearing Steve’s words, his explanation…without question; I could relate. Melissa was learning a very valuable lesson. Melissa could have protested, but she remained silent. Her head was pressed against our comforter. Her face was distorted; she gritted her teeth. Tears were rolling down the side of her face…for a small fraction of time; I found myself envious of her. Swish…Twack!! Swish…Twack!! Swish…Twack!! Steve brought down the paddle three times in quick succession. Three very hard diagonal strokes across Melissa’s fleshy bare bottom. Just as quickly as the paddle made contact…three new brightly red patches formed across her bottom. She cried out with each stroke…if it wasn’t for the bonds holding her in place; Melissa would have fallen off our bed. She screamed out, “No more…ohhhhh please no more!” She burst into tears…heartfelt tears. If she had any fight left in her…it was gone. Hot tears ran from her gushing eye and down to her mouth. She began to mutter, just how sorry she was…how wrong she’s been. “I want to be a better mother…I want to be better behaved.” She said…in-between loud tearful sobs. I could see from Steve’s reactions; his smile…he was very pleased with his handiwork. When a person cried as a result of a spanking…it was a reflection that the person had been properly punished. When Steve placed the paddle on the bureau…having mentioned the basement, I knew that there were more tears to come. Steve remained active in his pursuit to humiliate Melissa. As he was putting on a fresh latex glove on his hand, he told me to apply some cold cream to her ass cheeks. When I started the application, Melissa was still sobbing. I was very careful…her ass was very, very warm to the touch. Small ridges from where the paddle made contact to her ass had formed…my hands gently traveled over them. I made sure that her inner thighs were covered in the cream…and I couldn’t help myself; I brushed her exposed pussy with my fingers. When Steve stood behind Melissa…I knew that he no longer needed my assistance. He coated his latex glove with a large amount of KY Jelly. At first, I thought he was going to try and fit his fist into her rectum…but I quickly came to the realization that he was only going to finger fuck her asshole. Instead of his middle finger…Steve used 2 of his fingers. It’s an amazing thing to see, to witness…against Melissa’s own free will, amidst her deep grunts and moans; my fingers teased my clit…as my husband raped our neighbor’s asshole. Whenever Steve’s fingers were embedded into Melissa’s asshole, he would work his wrist in circular motions. He was relentless in his pursuit in finger fucking her ass. Just as he had done with using only one of his fingers; he was in control of the speed and tempo. Melissa never uttered a word of complaint…in fact, at some point it seemed as if she was swaying her hips…as if she was welcoming my husband’s assault on her asshole. When Steve removed his fingers out from Melissa’s rectum…the true reason for his exploration came to light. His gloved hand, his two fingers were smeared with her shit. It was a true indication that Steve’s finger’s had been deep in her rectum. He stood to her side and as if Melissa had felt his presence, she looked into his direction. When he showed Melissa his soiled fingers; she openly cried. Steve went into the bathroom to wash his hands. He had instructed me to clean her dirty hole. Taking a lot of Kleenex…Melissa cried in earnest as I wiped her darkened hole clean. I heard a clank of metal coming from the bathroom. When Steve returned holding a stainless steel speculum, I knew that Melissa’s ordeal was to continue. Steve stood by the side of the bed; he wanted Melissa to see the contraption. “I’m going to use this device to inspect the inside of your rectum.” Steve put on a fresh pair of latex gloves. He then applied the KY over the speculum’s jaws…a quick second later; he touched it to her crinkled pink asshole. “Honey, come over here and spread Melissa’s ass cheeks for me.” My hand was still inside my pants; my panties. Immediately, I stood by my husband’s side...my hands were trembling…her beautiful reddened ass cheeks, the ridges from the paddle; my fingernails found their place within her ass crack. I pulled her ass cheeks apart…the flood gates of my pussy opened up; I felt my orgasm come to life. Spreading Melissa’s ass cheeks…my first attempt didn’t please my husband. “Wider!” He said. And so, my fingers, my fingernails…amidst the lubrication, I clamped my fingers into the cleft of Melissa’s ass cheeks and spread her ass even wider than before. She groaned deeply. My husband was quick in his movements. He slowly inserted the speculum with the handles sideways…then pushed it all the way in. He then rotated the handles downward; he slowly squeezed the petals open…within a second, Melissa’s rectum had been dilated. Steve then twisted the retention nut down tight…holding her pink insides captive for inspection. Melissa’s moans were intense. From experience alone, I knew that she felt violated…her anus was open for the world to see. Her body was sweating and quivering in her bonds. Steve went over to the nightstand and returned with a small penlight and a dental mirror. He proceeded to insert the mirror up inside her now-gaping asshole. The light provided the illumination and Steve was able to inspect all her inner surfaces with the help of the mirror. Whenever the mirror touched the sides of her anus and rectum…she squirmed and twisted her body. It was a fascinating moment. Steve had allowed me to see the insides of Melissa’s rectum. When I reached out to touch her ass…when I ran my finger around her rectum, when I noticed Melissa’s reactions; I became so incessantly aroused. I spit into her anal opening…and I watched my saliva disappear into her asshole. At Melissa’s expense…Steve and I kissed. A very passionate kiss…our tongues were dancing together and I took this opportunity to caress his bulge. Steve’s hands gripped my breasts…he ran his hand down the length of my body; his hand easily gained access into my pants and panties. “Can I do anything to relieve this?” As I asked my question, my hand was massaging his bulge. “You’re going to be the reason for my orgasm…but it’s going to have to wait.” He kissed me again. He removed his hand from my pants, from my panties…he inhaled my juices; I reached another orgasm! Steve then undid the speculum and slid it out from Melissa’s rectum. An amazing thing was then observed…her anus snapped back to its normal size. With a motion of his hand, I knew that Steve was giving me permission to wipe the excess KY Jelly from between her ass cheeks. Melissa had heard our small conversation; she was straining her head to see over her shoulders. Steve turned his attention to Melissa. “We’re going to release you from your bonds. You have a choice to make. I will expect you to turn over on your back…you can make yourself comfortable on our bed. I want you to drape your legs, your knees over the side of the bed. If you fail to obey me; I will secure you to the frame of our bed.” Melissa nodded her understanding. She had been placed in a very uncomfortable position. With the spreader bar having been removed, her ankle and hand cuffs removed; she simply obeyed my husband. I noticed the marks of the bed frame against her stomach…it appeared to be very red and tender. A few moments later, Melissa had positioned herself on the bed…her legs hanged over the side of the mattress. In the process of positioning herself on the bed…Melissa showed me her smile. “I’m sorry that I called you a bastard.” “That’s ok.” I caressed the side of her face. Steve went to the bathroom and when he returned to the side of the bed, he was holding another shiny speculum. “I heard your apology. I think you’re beginning to learn but I dare say; you have a lot more to endure.” As Melissa lay on our bed, Steve asked her if she understood his meaning. In a soft voice she said. “Yes Sir.” “I want you to raise your knees on the edge of the bed…spread your legs as wide apart as you can.” Steve wasn’t content and so, he told me to assist her in spreading her legs wide apart. “JoLyn, keep her legs apart as wide as you can.” Steve then proceeded to lubricate the new shiny speculum and I watched in awe as he closed the jaws. He knelt down; right between Melissa’s legs. When he got into this position, Melissa closed her eyes. Before he inserted the jaws of the speculum into Melissa’s pussy, he said. “You’re going to learn that you can’t hide anything from me.” And so, Steve twisted and pushed the jaws of the speculum into Melissa’s wet pussy…he pushed it in as far as it would go. He rotated the handles down and then he began to squeeze the handles. Melissa squirmed, against her will…her pussy was opening up; I was able to see her cervix all the way up at the end of her vaginal canal. Throughout this entire moment, her moans were intense. She never uttered a word of complaint. Steve had reached for a long cotton swab…in an instant, he inserted it in between the jaws of the speculum, right in the middle of the wide hole. He began to probe around her inner surfaces…then finally, he left the swab inside with the wooden stick protruding. I kept pressure on Melissa’s legs…I wanted them to remain open so that I could enjoy the scene. Steve then slipped the speculum out of Melissa’s pussy…he was careful not to dislodge the swab. Melissa’s inner pussy lips closed around the swab, but her outer lips were puffy and flushed. Within a moment or two, I could tell that Melissa was becoming aroused. I watched intently as Steve spread her outer lips to examine Melissa’s clitoris with his fingers…he was careful to roll it in a gentle way between his thumb and forefinger. Against Melissa’s will…her clitoris became erect. Steve also was applying pressure to Melissa’s urethra, stretching the opening…moving it around…you could see in her eyes; she wanted to pee. Steve was in complete control…he was watching Melissa’s every move. He wanted her to have that feeling, of having to pee…but I knew; he wouldn’t bring her to that point. While using the fingers of one hand…Steve delicately grasped the end of the swab stick…in a very slow way, he began to draw it out of Melissa’s pussy…twirling it around and moving it slightly back and forth. Melissa couldn’t fight the stimulation…her body was tense, her moans were sincere; my own pussy was throbbing! I knew what Steve’s intentions were. He was well aware that with some sexual stimulation, the body’s senses are heightened, thus increasing the effect of physical pain. “You can let go of her legs. Take her down to the basement.” It was an order, an instruction and Steve’s voice was again, filled with conviction. The swab stick was left in Melissa’s pussy…if she was feeling any sexual enjoyment from the swab, it all ended in a quick second. Melissa’s eyes opened upon hearing Steve’s voice. This much I knew, Melissa’s punishment was going to continue in the basement. As I helped her off from the bed and onto her feet, she had a worried look to her face. She knew that something un-pleasant was going to happen in the basement. You could see her look of concern…as soon as we were in the hallway; she was asking me one question after another.” “It’s not over is it?” She asked. At the top of the stairs, I turned and faced her. “No, it’s not over.” She cupped her face in her hands and cried. Hearing her cry didn’t bother me. It’s part of the experience; she needed to express her emotions. I then took one of her arms and led her downstairs. Who would have ever guessed that at some point in my life, I would be leading my neighbor through my home, down into the basement…so that my husband could give her a proper strapping? Our journey to the basement was quick. Reaching the bottom of the steps to the basement, having turned on some lights…I couldn’t help but notice Melissa’s body. She was standing…looking in every direction…no doubt, she was confused and worried, perhaps even scared. She was covering her pussy with one of her hands, her other hand was covering her breasts. “Melissa, don’t cover your body with your hands. Put your arms down. Don’t ever hide your body from Steve.” My voice had been sharp. So sharp in fact, when she looked into my eyes, she complied with my instruction. For that specific moment, I felt empowered. I then led her into the far reaches of the basement. The room we stepped into was chilly and Melissa was feeling the chill; she shivered in place. As she was looking around the room, I grabbed her by her arm and hustled her over to a strange piece of furniture. The strange piece of furniture was a “spanking bench”. That’s what Steve called it. He had purchased it from an antique dealer. As you approached it, it looked like an old fashioned school desk. It was about 3 ½” high, with the flat top angled down about 45degrees away from the front. It had a bar near the floor on the opposite side where the top angles downward. On the front side there was a raised area, like a church kneeler, about 6” off the floor…wooden pegs stuck out to the sides on the support legs about halfway up. On more than one occasion, I had experienced the bench. Because I had been secured to the bench on numerous occasions…Steve knew that I wouldn’t have any issues or problems in securing Melissa to the bench. When I looked at Melissa, I couldn’t help but notice how hard her nipples had become. She stood frozen in place…I didn’t hesitate; I leaned forward and brought her right nipple into my mouth. When I looked into her eyes; I noticed her passion; her state of pleasure. As I caressed her nipple with my tongue…as I sucked deeply on her nipple; her eyes closed. Her moans were intense. From one nipple to the next; I massaged her nipples with my tongue. When I released his nipple from my mouth…looking into her eyes; I was drawn to kiss her lips. When my tongue touched her lips…her mouth parted; our tongues formed a strong union. When our lips parted, I told her it was time. “I need to position you on the bench.” She didn’t put up a fight when I positioned her near the edge of the bench…when I pushed her shoulders down. I noticed that her nipples were now flat on its surface. Her head was looking to the right, to the left; she wasn’t sure what to do. I took her arms and extended them all the way forward. It became an easy task to strap her hands to the bar near the floor. I came around to her backside and hooked her knees behind the wooden pegs. At last, I strapped her ankles to the kneeler part near the floor. From the side profile, Melissa’s body looked like a “Z”. Her ass was high in the air. Her head and shoulders were lower than her ass. Her arms were extended out and down in front of her…as if she was making a dive. Her bare feet were off from the floor. A person who was about to be spanked on the bench, shouldn’t have any leverage to squirm, kick or resist the punishment. The last thing I did…I placed a strap across her back, which held her down to the table. Melissa was totally immobilized…and soon, she would be at the mercy of Steve. It took me no more than 3 minutes to secure her to the bench. I took a moment to look at my neighbor…and she was trying to find me, but I was standing behind her. Steve joined me and together, we were enjoying the view. Eventually, Steve went to a special cabinet, returning to where I was standing; he produced a small jar and opened it. “Honey, spread Melissa’s ass cheeks wide open.” I was only too happy to comply with my husband’s wishes. When Melissa felt my hands on your ass cheeks, as my fingernails dug into the cleft of her ass crack…as I opened her ass up; she moaned. Steve slipped a ginger suppository in Melissa’s rectum. “I’ve just given you a ginger suppository…in time; it will cause an irritable, burning sensation. You’ll feel this sensation in your rectum and anus. Try as you might, you won’t be able to expel it.” I’m not sure if Melissa had heard Steve’s voice, or his explanation. She was struggling in her binds; she was crying helplessly. Steve then took me in his arms and again, his tongue broke through my lips. His hands were all over my body…I knew what he needed…but Steve was in control of the moment. If he wanted to fuck me…if he wanted to have me suck his cock…all he would have to do is ask. In knew that he was going to eventually find relief…he would choose either myself, or Melissa. Or together, we would satisfy my husband’s sexual appetite. As I was massaging his cock through his pants…I so badly wanted him to fuck me. Melissa was moaning…groaning in dis-comfort. She was really beginning to squirm as the ginger suppository took effect. From where I was standing, from my angle…you could tell that she was trying to push something out from her asshole. The suppository was melting inside her rectum. She wiggled and squirmed…as much as she could do against the restraints; she provided us with a perfect picture of her split open ass cheeks and pussy lips. She began to beg and plead…the burning sensation was too much for her to bear. Steve went to a cupboard and produced a 2” wide, well-oiled black strap with a wooden handle. He flexed it…he took a few practice swings, causing a whirring sound as it sliced through the air. Steve stood to the left of Melissa…he held out the strap and measured the distance to be sure the end of the strap would cover both of her ass cheeks. It was such a moment to remember. I can still recall the little goose bumps on Melissa’s ass cheeks. “You will count out each stroke and if you fail to count a stroke…we will start at the very beginning.” A smile was felt on my face. Again, my husband was including me in the scenario. Melissa felt the coolness of the leather against her ass cheeks…she was quivering with fear and anticipation. Steve raised his arm, the strap was lifted high into the air…I held my breath…and then the sound…WHISS…and Steve brought the strap down upon Melissa’s ass. A loud CRACKKKKK! She screamed out. Melissa began to thrash around trying desperately to escape from her bonds…but, there was no escape! A few moments has passed when Steve spoke. “You failed to count out the stroke and so, we will start over.” The same approach was then applied. Steve had raised his arm high into the air…the strap came down with such strength. CRACKKKKK! Melissa’s head rose and her voice was heard; she screamed out in agony. The leather strap…there was no question in my mind; the marks of her paddling had been re-energized. “ONE!” She screamed out, breathing hard. CRAAACCCCKKKK!!! “Two!!” Melissa’s voice rose in pain. Steve’s arm was resting. He waited till Melissa’s scream had subsided. Once again, his arm was raised high into the air. The SWOOOOSH of the strap cut through the air. CRRRAAAACCCCKKK!!! Melissa’s voice, the agony heard within her voice, she screamed out, “Three!!!” Melissa’s body was trembling. I went to the front of the bench…tears were rolling down her cheeks. Steve was preparing his arm…I was in awe…my pussy was extremely wet; her scream filled the room. CRRRAAACCCKKK!!!! “Four!!!” Melissa’s ass was under assault…she began to wiggle her ass in a frantic way. There was no denying it…Steve was enjoying himself; his bulge was still prominent. Steve continued with the strapping…and for each time the strap connected with Melissa’s ass; she screamed in agony. When Steve struck the inner side of her thighs…Melissa’s screams were that much more intense. Yet, she never missed a count. At some point, I felt as if she had resigned herself to the punishment. The strap had done its damage…her inner thighs were reddened; her ass was slightly blistering. After Melissa had screamed out the number 15…Steve approached her. He caressed her ass cheeks and thighs…he was deliberate in spreading her ass cheeks apart and moving them in all directions. “I see no signs of severe injuries.” Steve’s proclamation meant that Melissa’s punishment wasn’t over. Steve took his stance and once again, his arm was raised high into the air. CRRAAACCCKKK!!!! Melissa screamed out in pain. Yet, she didn’t forget to mention the count. Melissa blurted out “Thirty!!” Tears were running down her face. Her ass cheeks and thighs were bruised. Some people would say that Melissa had endured a very severe strapping. In Steve’s mind, she had earned the punishment. Steve placed the strap on a table. He stood back and admired his handiwork. “Your ass is very warm to the touch.” As he was speaking, he began to caress and knead her ass cheeks. “You’re not marked for life…but surely, in the days ahead; you’re going to feel this punishment.” Steve then walked to a cabinet and removed a jar of cold cream. He began to massage the cream all over her reddened, swollen ass cheeks. From her lower back downwards, Steve kneaded the cold cream into her burning skin. He worked his hands down towards her thighs where the strap had hit randomly. At one point, Steve had asked me to spread Melissa’s ass cheeks apart…in doing so; he massaged the soothing cream into her ass crack…and over her exposed and still pulsating anus. I gripped her ass cheeks hard…my fingernails were embedded into her skin…I was intentionally squeezing Melissa’s inflamed skin; I wanted to punish her even more. Both Steve and I then saw an amazing thing…some of the melted ginger suppository was leaking from her asshole. Aside from this, we both noticed that Melissa’s pussy was wet. One never knows…she could have reached an orgasm during the strapping. Underneath the spanking bench…we saw droplets of urine. So many things were seen…and so, we both knew that Melissa had suffered enough. Once again, Steve went to the cabinet…this time, he retrieved two tampons. Extracting the tampon from its wrapper…he bent down and spread open Melissa’s pussy…slowly he worked the end of the applicator inside her inner lips…pushing it all the way in. He withdrew the tube and straightened the string so it hung vertically between her legs. Melissa knew what was happening…and her face turned beet red. The second tampon…well, Steve lubricated the applicator and with a generous amount of KY Jelly, he pushed it right up and into Melissa’s rectum. After sliding the applicator out, he made sure the white string hung free and vertical between her legs. Together, Steve and I untangled Melissa’s body from the spanking bench. We both helped her out from the exposed and awkward position. She wasn’t crying…but once she was free, her hands immediately went to her ass cheeks. She was in a state of shock…she could feel the welts, the many ridges that the strap had caused. We led Melissa back to our bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Steve directed her to bend over the side of the bed. “Spread your legs wide apart.” Once she had complied, Steve pulled first on the tampon string that emanating from Melissa’s asshole, then the one in her pussy. As the tampons plopped out, he placed them both in the trash can. “Go sit on the toilet and expel the suppository…once you’ve done that; take a quick shower.” Melissa straightened herself up and walked over to the bathroom. I was standing by the door. “The door stays open.” Melissa blushed furiously as both Steve and I stood in the doorway…but she was quick to squat over the toilet…a few seconds went by and then the explosion from her ass greeted the water in the toilet. The suppository remnants quickly left her body…and we could hear a strong yellow stream of pee hitting the toilet bowl. When Melissa stepped out from the shower…she looked like a new woman. Her glow had returned to her face…the warm water had done its magic. Stepping into our bedroom, she immediately saw Steve lying on our bed; he was naked. His cock was standing tall. Melissa didn’t argue or put up a fight…maybe in the back of her mind, she knew that at some point; she was going to have to say thank you to Steve. It was a beautiful moment when Melissa…in a very careful way, she placed herself on our bed. She took Steve’s cock in her hands…she began to stroke it…at long last; she inhaled his cock into the far reaches of her throat. Her head began bobbing up and down, the sucking sounds were intoxicating. Within 10 minutes, Melissa’s throat muscles had swallowed every drop of Steve’s sperm. Steve was out of breath by the time his orgasm had sub-sided. Melissa than thanked Steve…she also looked in my direction and thanked me. “It was painful…and yet, I deserved it. If ever I need to be punished again…I hope you’ll provide me with one.” I joined Steve and Melissa on the bed. I knew that Steve had another load of cum in his balls. I wanted him to fill my pussy with his cock, with his sperm. “Melissa, you deserved the strapping…you also took your punishment well.” He then kissed her on her mouth…it was a magical moment, watching as her mouth opened; she accepted my husband’s tongue into her mouth. When the kiss broke, Steve said. “Tomorrow evening…you and Karen are invited over for dinner. After dinner, I’ll bring Karen upstairs to our bedroom and this punishment will be repeated.” The words that I had hoped to hear came true. Melissa asked Steve, “Sir, may I watch?” The answer that she was hoping for…he gave to her. He smiled and nodded his approval.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 02 Dancing with the Devil “I’m sorry I killed you.” Those words veritably bounce around inside my skull, crushing the euphoric mood I’d just been in. Dang-it, Lyden. She’s a succubus! You knew that. Why did you just have sex with her? These thoughts flood through my mind, as I play over the last little while. The sex had been fantastic, if short. Even now, knowing that my death is only a little ways away, I still feel great and energized. I’d thought that I would be exhausted and worn out after being drained by a succubus, but maybe it’s more like a mosquito: They drain you, but you really don’t feel it, until the itching starts. Turning my head to look at her, I’m saddened to see a real tear slide from the corner of her left eye, and drop down to her ear. Once again, I’m shocked to see something I never would have expected. A demon crying? Over killing a mortal? Will wonders never cease. . . Something in my heart tugs at me, and a strong desire to assuage her guilt comes over me, despite the sinking feeling in my gut. “At least I get to die with a beautiful view in my vision.” I give a slight laugh before adding, “And I can even see you clearly.” I don’t expect the response I get out of her. Almost faster than my eyes can see, she’s up and standing five feet away from me. Her eyes are wide, and shock paints her features, while her mouth moves wordlessly. “Are you okay?” I ask slowly. She looks like a dear ready to bolt. A part of my mind takes in her whole beauty, and I can’t find a single flaw in her body. A sparkle at her bald snatch, tells me that even her clit must be pierced in this current guise. “You. . . you’re alive. . .” Her hand covers her mouth, as she continues to stare at me. “Um, yeah,” I reply confused. “I actually feel pretty good. I thought getting drained would make me feel weak and exhausted, but I feel like I could climb Everest without taking a break.” “But, how ? I felt your energy flood into me when you came.” Her legs seem to decide at that point to quit supporting her. “I know this feeling. . . . This life-force I’m now filled with. You should be dead . Time slows as she begins to fall, and somehow I easily stand and reach her before she completely collapses. Catching her in my arms, she stares at me in newfound wonder and curiosity, as time resumes its usual pace. Her left hand slowly reaches up, and she palms my cheek. “Are you real?” she asks me, and I can’t stop the laugh that bursts forth from my chest, a deep sound that actually seems to reverberate through the open fields around us. There’s no malice in my laughter, but pure joy. Not that long ago, I’d thought she wasn’t real. “But how?” she asks again, and I realize that I’m not going to die. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know that I’ll live. I throw her into the air, and I’m surprised at the strength in my limbs. It’s not that she’s heavy; she likely weighs less than a hundred pounds. No, it’s just that before the accident, I probably only could’ve lifted her off the ground; not throw her ten feet into the air. I also catch her easily, as she lands lightly in my arms. Setting her lightly back on the ground, I look down at myself, and almost start laughing again. I’m still skinny, but I have more definition now. Not quite what you might call sculpted, but definitely toned. I can feel the raw strength in me far exceeds the muscle mass to support it. And my cock! Holy Hanna! I’ve never been one of those guys that has to make jokes about how big my cock is to compensate for, well, anything, but I was by no means a monster down there either. I’ve always been comfortable with my manhood. Now I almost feel like I could play baseball with my pecker if I wanted to, and hit a homerun every time! Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating now, but it is bigger than it ever has been before, and that’s while it’s limp. “What are you?” Angela asks me, and I look back to her, wondering about her question. “What do you mean?” I ask in response. “I mean, you were definitely human while you were recovering in the hospital. The amount of energy that flooded into me when you came was enough to feed me for a month, and kill you. By all rights, you should be dead, but. . . but you’ve changed.” There’s awe and wonder in her tone as she steps up to me and runs her hand along my chest. “Maybe it’s this place,” I say, trying to come up with something to explain it. “Every time you. . . er. . . had yours, I was flooded with energy too.” Despite what we’d just done, and the fact that we’re both still naked, I have a hard time talking about her having an orgasm. There is a twinkle in her eyes, as I stutter, but it turns quickly to confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. The energy had to have come from somewhere.” Her eyes examine me again, and I start to feel self-conscious as she ponders. My underwear is nothing more than rags now, so I have to free-ball it as I pull on my pants and shirt. It’s only now that I realize I’ve been moving without the aid of the crutch. I feel better than at any other time in my life, and I find I keep chuckling to myself, truly happy for the first time in a very long time. “I may know someone who might know what’s going on,” she tells me hesitantly. As I look at her, I watch in amazement as her clothes materialize around her. “What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing something in her tone, despite my shock of seeing what I can only refer to as magic. My world isn’t the same anymore. “Nothing,” she tells me, shaking her head, and I know she’s lying, but something tells me not to push it. “We should get you home for now. There’s no telling how much time has passed in your world.” “My world?” I ask as I follow her lightly back to the tree we rode up in. She slows, and twines her fingers into mine as she smiles at me. “The world we’re in now is a shadow of yours. In many ways it mirrors Earth, but because it’s only a shadow, it’s more malleable.” “And this is where you live?” “Many of us live here,” she says blandly. “More succubusses, er, succubae?” I have no idea what the plural for succubus is. “Succubae,” she tells me. “And more than just other succubae. All the creatures from your myths and legends. Those that were persecuted by the humans, and driven from the world we used to share.” Despite her words, I don’t sense any chagrin in her tone. “ We persecuted you ? I thought those creatures fed on humans,” I say, feeling defensive. She laughs before answering. “Of course. The victors always write the history books. Yes, some did feed on humans, but not all of them. That’s like saying that humans are all murderers, because a few bad apples are.” That makes sense, but something about the way she’d said that. . . “You weren’t around when it happened.” “Ha! No, I wasn’t even a mortal back then. That all happened well over a millennia ago.” The bark of the massive oak tree separates, and we step into the elevator, before I ask, “Do you remember how you became a succubus? I mean, how you lost your mortality?” “If you’re thinking that you’re becoming an incubus, it can’t be. I made a deal with a demon, which split off a small part of itself, and I became as I am now.” She must sense my unease at her statement, as she steps away from me, new worry in her eyes. “So. . . . You’re possessed?” I ask. “What deal did you make?” “The deal isn’t important anymore. I’m not possessed as you would think of it. The demon only gave me a small sliver of its soul to meet its end of the deal. A possession is the entire demon taking over. I still have free will,” she informs me, and I know she wants me to understand, but I’m only coming up with more questions. “But as a succubus, doesn’t that make you a demon? So by taking part of the other demon’s soul, you became a demon in turn.” “My actions back then made me into what I am now. Yes, that portion of a soul helped, but didn’t do it on its own.” She steps back up to me, and I hold my ground, not wanting to back away. She had cried when she thought I was dead, so I know she feels emotion. There would have been no reason to fake it after she thought I’d died. “So what do you think is happening to me now?” “I really don’t know. I’m going to ask around, and see what I can find out. In the meantime, I want you to continue living your life as normal, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Depending on how time warps randomly between the two worlds.” The elevator doors open on the parking garage, and I can see my car, still parked in its spot. Stepping out, I quickly realize that Angela hasn’t followed me. “I don’t know how much time has passed in this realm while we were away, but go home.” Before I have a chance to say anything, she tosses me my keys, and the elevator doors close. Great, I think, I have no idea where exactly I am, or even what today is. Pulling out of the garage, I notice that the sun seems to have dipped only slightly, but that doesn’t tell me what day or even month it is. I pull out onto the busy street, and immediately notice how smooth the Orange Bubble rides. The steering is a lot more responsive, and some of the little issues that I realized I’d gotten used to over the years are gone as well. The car is handling better than new. The gas gage on the dash is completely gone, and I wonder how I’m supposed to know how much gas I have without the gage. Pulling into a gas station just to be on the safe side, I’m surprised to see that there isn’t even a spot to put gas in. It doesn’t take me long to figure where I’m at, and I point my car north, and enjoy the speed and power of my remodeled car. To my surprise, the radio announces the date and time, letting me know that I was in the Shadow World for less than thirty minutes. Angela had said that time runs randomly between the two. Walking into my tiny 32nd story apartment, I find a brand new cell phone charging on my kitchen counter. I’d been told my old one had been destroyed in the accident. Turning it on, I see that I have five new messages. The first one is from the company that manages this apartment complex, asking if I want to apply my last payment to the rest of the year, or want a refund. The next four were from Sheila Lance, my boss, demanding to know when I’ll be back in. I call the management company up first, and they inform me that I can only pay one year in advance, and that the rest will be refunded to me. In a daze, I hang up. Who’s been paying all of my bills? The next call isn’t as pleasant. “Your medical leave was burned up a week ago, Mr. Snow,” Sheila informs me rather bluntly. “By all rights, I can fire you right now, and be well within the company’s rights.” Part of me is tempted to quit right away. I have a rather hefty check coming in from the management company, and rent is covered for the next year, but Angela had told me to live life as I usually do. “I’ll be in first thing in the morning,” I tell her, trying to act sheepish, but I’m still full of energy from the excellent sex with Angela in the Shadow World. “Are you laughing at me?” Crap! “No, Mrs. Lance, just trying to multitask while talking. I’ll be in first thing,” I repeat, and hang up before she can say anything else to me. Sleeping tonight is impossible, I realize, as I lay for a couple hours staring at the ceiling. Well, it may be a Wednesday night, but maybe I should go out. Normally I’m pretty self-conscious, but for some reason I’m feeling confident, and walk to a bar that’s a couple blocks down the road. A large sign out front declares that it’s ladies’ night, and I smile as I walk in. I pull out my wallet to pay the cover charge, but the cute redhead at the counter looks at me dreamy eyed, and stamps my hand. What’s going on? Have I changed that much? Shrugging my shoulders, I walk in, and order a cocktail. The bartender, a male, makes me pay, but I don’t mind. The music is blaring and the dance floor’s packed as I watch people shaking and moving to the rhythm. “I don’t remember seeing you here before?” I turn and look down at the owner of the voice. The girl—well okay, she has to be at least twenty-one to be in here—stands only as tall as my chest. Her hair is a warm chestnut brown, and travels the short distance down the length of her back. It’s too dark in here to make out her eye color, other than to note that they’re dark. In her hands is a blue or purple drink—Now why couldn’t my colorblindness have been fixed with the rest of my vision?—that’s half-full. “I was bored, so decided to come out and find some entertainment.” The way she’s looking at me, makes me feel even more confident about myself. She’s not the cutest girl here, but definitely above what I consider to be my league. She finishes her drink, and I decide to play things up. I’ve heard people talk about not buying a girl a drink unless you really know them, but some new instinct says to go for it. Pulling the drink from her hands, I take a quick sip, and know that she’s drinking a purple hooter. I make eye contact with one of the wandering servers. She turns away from whoever was giving her their order, and rushes to me. “A purple hooter for the pretty lady, here,” I tell her, and she rushes off to fulfill my wishes. Wow, this new power could really go to my head. She returns within a couple minutes and hands the glass to me. I hand it to the short girl still standing speechless next to me, and turn back to the waitress. “How much?” I ask, and she shakes herself as if coming out of a dream. “How much?” she repeats my words. “Oh!” It takes her a moment to gather her wits enough to tell me how much I owe, and I pay her, with a decent tip. “My name’s Becky,” the brunette next to me yells at me to be heard over the music, “and you shouldn’t have had to pay full price for that. It’s ladies’ night.” “Lyden,” I reply, holding out my hand for her to shake. Her hand is tiny compared to mine, but her fingers are soft. Just because I feel like it, I bend over, and place a soft kiss on her knuckles. Her knees give way, and I have to move fast to catch her. “Are you alright?” I ask, concerned. I feel a little weak after moving so fast, and she has to blink a few times before she can answer. “Wow, a real gentleman.” Her voice is breathy, as I help her back to her feet, and I notice that she’s somehow managed not to spill her drink. To my surprise, she quickly downs her drink, and pulls me out to the dance floor. At first I hedge a little, as I’ve never been much of a dancer, but I feel the music in my bones, and soon a large group of women surrounds me. They push Becky away from me, and I can see that she looks downtrodden as two other women replace her. For some reason, I can feel my energy draining out of me. At this point, I know that I can have any woman here, but Becky had been the first one to talk to me, so I push the two women away, until I’m back in front of the brunette. She gives me an odd look, and then drags me out to the smoking section. I don’t smoke, never having been able to afford the habit, but I don’t begrudge those that do. As soon as we’re outside, she turns, grabs the front of my shirt, and pulls my face down to hers. As her lips touch mine, I feel some of my energy return, and smile, while I place my hands under her thighs, and lift her up. She’s so light, that I hardly even notice her weight, as our tongues dart in and out of each other’s mouths, and her legs grip my hips. I can taste her drink still on her tongue, as well as mint. I find the source of the mint a second later, as I steal the gum I didn’t know she had, right out of her mouth. “Hey! Give that back!” she commands me, smiling, her arms around my neck. “You’ll have to take it back,” I inform her, and you’d think I just gave her the world, by the grin that blossoms across her face. Had I really thought she wasn’t that cute a little while ago? She mashes her lips to mine, and we fence with our tongues for a bit, before I let her take the gum back. My cock is rock hard, and I know she can’t miss it poking into her. “Get a room!” a male voice shouts, and Becky pulls back, her cheeks red. “That guy’s completely out of her league,” I hear another, feminine, voice say not so quietly. I grind my teeth, as Becky tries to wriggle out of my arms, but I won’t let go. “Yeah, there’s probably something wrong with him,” a different voice says. “Wanna have some fun?” I ask the attractive woman in my arms, and she nods uncertainly. “Play along.” I wink at her, then turn, force her up into the air, and set her softly on my shoulders. It’s been years since I’ve given anyone a shoulder ride, but she’s small enough, that she feels quite comfortable sitting up there. “There is something wrong with me,” I tell the two couples. Glancing at the two girls that’d spoken, I feel another drain of energy as I focus on them. I can sense their knees trembling under my intense scrutiny. “This woman is the only one I’ve found that knows how to properly take care of me. Skanks of your caliber just don’t know how to handle a tool my size.” “Come on, dear,” Becky says right on cue, “Why don’t we go back to my place, and I’ll remind you of just what I’m capable of. Let’s stop wasting our time with these floozies.” It takes all my effort not to laugh at the insulted faces of the four people in front of us. I turn and walk back inside, hearing the women demand that their men stand up for them, and the men saying they will as soon as they’re done with their smoke. I have to duck to walk back in, even as short as Becky is, but I keep her on my shoulders, as I head back to the dance floor. “I really meant that I want to take you home,” she yells into my ear, and I do an about-face, and head for the exit. Word about what happened outside has already made it in to the entrance, and I notice no shortage of women giving Becky an envious glance, and even a few men giving her a calculating one. Something tells me she’s not going to have a problem picking up men here anymore. She points the way to her car, and I set her on the ground just outside. For some reason she seems to get heavier with each step, but I’m still able to set her down lightly. I wonder about how weak I’m suddenly feeling, but get distracted when she tosses me her keys. “I’ve been drinking too much to drive.” “Becky!” someone yells, and we turn to see a dirty blonde-haired woman coming over to us. “Were you just going to leave me here?” “Lisa, oh my god,” Becky spouts, covering her mouth, and looking embarrassed. “I was so distracted by everything. . . I’m so sorry.” Lisa pretty much ignores her, as she turns to look at me. “So, is it true what you said back there?” She arches one slender eyebrow at me, daring me to answer. “Lisa!” Becky reprimands her friend. “I guess you’ll have to ask Becky in the morning,” I tell her, and before either one can say a thing, I duck into the driver’s seat. Both women get into the passenger side and start arguing about who gets to sit shotgun. I don’t even wait for an outcome, before starting the car, and throwing it into first gear. They quickly decide to share the passenger seat, pulling the seatbelt across both of them. Luckily Lisa is fairly skinny and Becky is definitely small enough, that they both fit. The drive is punctuated by both women trying to be as helpful as possible in giving me directions. I actually find it rather annoying, but drive on, nevertheless. Parking the car outside a small home, I get out, and then rush around to open their door. Both women look up to me stunned, and I realize that I’d super-speeded again. I’m really going to need to watch that! This time, however, I’m able to associate the energy drain with the action. Becky stops just outside the door, and seems to hesitate. “I’ve never brought anybody home like this,” she murmurs to me. “Well, if you’re not going to go in and fuck him, I will!” Lisa states and pinches my rear to emphasize her words. This seems to galvanize Becky into action, and she unlocks the door, and pulls me in afterwards. She pulls me down into a kiss again, but I’m feeling too weak to lift her up this time. “Damn,” Lisa says as she enters the home. “I guess I’ll go downstairs, all alone, and entertain myself.” She’s ignored by both of us, as we continue to make out, and Becky leads me over to the couch. Somehow Becky’s kisses lend me a bit of strength, but it’s almost as if I’m a man dying of thirst, and only offered a couple drops of water. My legs strike the couch, and I collapse backwards. The couch is extremely comfortable, and Becky jumps into my lap, not wasting any time with anything frivolous like words. Her hands are on my cheeks, as she sucks my tongue into her mouth. I dig my hands under the back of her shirt, and enjoy how smooth her small back feels. Finding the back of her bra, I unsnap it on my fourth attempt. I’m really not that experienced at this. She pulls away long enough to pull her shirt and bra off, and I get my first look at her bare chest. Her areolas are large, actually covering most of her handful-sized tits. They’re dark, and stand out starkly against her pale skin. My mouth goes dry at the sight, and I pull her torso back to me, latching onto one of her oversized nipples. Her fingers dig into the back of my head, as she moans, and grinds her pelvis against mine. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you have me hornier than I’ve ever been,” she breathlessly moans as she pulls at my shirt. There is a light ‘popping’ noise as her chest pulls away from my sucking maw. I try to latch onto her other nipple as soon as my shirt is off, but she stands up, and begins working at my pants. She isn’t as skilled as Angela was at getting them off, but she hasn’t had 400 years of experience, either. As soon as my pants are off (I still haven’t put any underwear on), she gasps audibly, and I hear a gasp from the stairway as well. Apparently Lisa’s watching us. So much for her entertaining herself. I see the edge of fear creep into Becky’s eyes, quickly squashed by determination. Glancing at my crotch to see what’s causing all the fuss, I gasp as well. I’d seen it limp while in the Shadow World, and been surprised at its length. Now that I’m hard as a rock, it’s not much longer, but it is fairly thicker. I’m worried this petite little woman won’t be able to handle me. Her little hand wraps around the base of my rod, and she gives it a firm squeeze, before leaning forward, and licking the tip. I can already see that the head is too bulbous to fit inside her tiny mouth, but I still watch in fascination as she tries. Have you ever watched one of those cartoons where Wile E. Coyote tries to fit through something that would be physically impossible, yet he does it anyway? Well, that’s what it looks like as Becky slowly fits first my head in, and then starts working down my shaft. I can’t tell if my penis has thinned, or her mouth has stretched, but amazingly she doesn’t stop until I can feel her tongue licking my balls. Pulling her head up and off, a bit of spittle connects her bottom lip to my pipe, as she looks at it in wonder. “I can’t believe I got that thing in!” she exclaims, giving me a couple squeezes to verify its hardness, and then hungrily goes back at it. Her head continues to bob up and down, and I love how her throat feels around the length of my rod. Every time her nose hits my pelvis, I feel her tongue around my scrotum, and moan appreciatively. It doesn’t take long before I feel that familiar churning, and I gently pull her head from my lap, wanting to postpone my own culmination. She gives me a look like I’d just taken away her favorite toy, but I stand her up, and pull down her pants. Her pussy has a small brown landing strip above it, and I turn us around, setting her down on the couch. I allow my lips to lightly brush the inside of her knee, and then trail light kisses up her thigh. Just as I’m about to reach the juncture at the top, I pull back, and repeat the action on the other leg. This time, as I get close, I can see she’s watching me avidly, her bottom lips sucked in between her teeth. Reaching the tip of my tongue out, I lightly lick the sensitive inner lips, making her moan loudly. Without any warning, her hands grab my head, and she pulls me in hard to her wet snatch. Her hips start to hunch and writhe, as I stick out my tongue, lapping up her juices as she cums. I’ve never seen a woman orgasm this fast, and I feel a flood of renewing energy flow into me at the thought of how horny I’ve gotten this babe. As she starts to come down from her high, I use my hands to spread her cunt, and then immediately latch onto her tiny clit. It only takes me a couple nibbles like this, before she’s cumming again, and I can feel her liquids dripping off my chin. Continuing to munch on her sensitive clitoris, I bring her orgasm higher and higher, before standing up and aiming my tool at her hole. It only takes a little pressure to fit the large head into her tiny hole, and once again I marvel that I even fit. Like a key in a lock, she feels like her inner walls were made specifically for my cock, as I slide deeper and deeper into her. “Oh my God!” She cries out, as our pelvises meet. “I can’t believe I’ve got you in me. Fuck me, Lyden. Fuck me and make me cum again!” Her legs wrap around me as I pull back, and then pull me forward again. Every time I’m fully inside her, her eyes roll back, and she moans. We set a fast pace, and pretty soon she’s moaning non-stop, until she suddenly catches her breath, and starts shuddering in orgasmic bliss. I feel so pumped about making this woman cum again and again, that I grab her shoulders and lean back until my back is on the floor. She grunts as she lands on top of me, and I feel myself go a little deeper into her, thoroughly enjoying how her vagina accommodates me. Leaning up, I latch onto one of her large nipples, while I grab her hips, lift her slightly, and then slam her back down. “Oh, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME ,” she yells out in rising volume. Her arm squeezes me tight to her chest, as we continue to screw, until she has one last orgasm. I know I’m close again, and roll us over onto her back, pull out and place my schlong between her tits, straddling her chest. Her breasts aren’t big enough to surround my member, but they still feel delightful as I pinch each massive nipple and hold them together. She comes down from her orgasm and lifts her head enough to suck in the tip of my sliding cock. This finally sends me over, and I blast my seed into the back of her throat, while her hands roam my chest. She starts to choke, and I pull back, allowing her to breath. Some of my cum lands on her chest, and as soon as she’s breathing normally again, she scoops it up, and cleans her fingers with her mouth. I hear a barely stifled moan to our left and see that Lisa is busy fingering her bald cunny to orgasm, leaning against the wall. Becky starts cleaning my cock with her mouth, and it feels delightful. A new wave of energy washes over me, this time coming from Lisa’s direction, and with dawning fear, I realize where my energy has been coming from. I’m draining these women with each orgasm they have. In other words, I’m killing them slowly. Terror grips my soul, as I stand up, grab my clothes, and don’t even wait to get dressed before running out the door. Somehow my car is here, and I don’t even question my luck, as I get in, and with screeching tires, I abandon those two women. ==================== From the Author ==================== Check out my forum here: http://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?347465-SsElXuYt-s-Thread Chapters always get posted to my blog first. You can get the link from the forum above. If you're looking for the rest of book 1, I have published it, and you can find the links to that from the forum as well. Comments below are ALWAYS welcome. 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Janet didn’t drag her butt out of bed until just before eleven o’clock in the morning. When she got up she stood in front of her full length mirror and studied her image while brushing her hair and trying to decide what to wear on the sweltering summer day. She smiled at the image that she saw in the mirror, she was correct in her appraisal; wearing only a sports bra and boy-toy pants, her usual bedtime attire, she reconfirmed in her mind that she did indeed look pretty damn hot. Much earlier in the day her Mom and Dad had left for work, but her Mom would be coming back home soon, she’s only working a half day, and that’s the reason why Janet had to get out of bed. She didn’t want her mother coming home and finding her still in bed at noon. Just as Janet turned sideways to look at her butt in the mirror, out the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a reflection of her brother going past her half open bedroom door. She knew that her brother was the only other person in the house. There was something odd about what she had glimpsed though. Something wasn’t right. Her first impression, for a split second there, was that John wasn’t wearing any clothes. She had a fleeting glimpse of a lot of flesh. Did she just see his butt? Was her brother walking around the house naked? Oh, I can’t pass up this chance, I just gotta see that, she thought. She had a vague and distant memory of the last time she saw her brother naked, they were a lot younger. Her brother is a year and a half older then her. Her memory was of her brother standing in front of her in a bathtub. Both were naked and she remembered that his little pee-pee was stiff and pointing straight at her. She remembered the incident because of the traumatic effect of all the yelling and the crying. Their Dad had walked in the bathroom and caught Janet touching the tip of her older brother’s thingy with her finger. She remembered her Dad got very angry and threatened to whip her and her brother’s butts if he ever caught them touching each other again. They were never allowed to bathe together again after that incident. Her Dad warned her very sternly to never touch any boy’s thingy again, ever! She smiled a little smile, if her Dad only knew what she’d learned from her ex-boyfriend about touching boys’ thingies. He’d keel over from a heart attack. Janet hurried across the room to her bedroom door and yanked the door the rest of the way open and quickly stuck her head out into the hallway. She looked in the same direction that John was heading and her mouth dropped open in surprise. As John walked down the stairs to the first floor, Janet left her bedroom and quickly tiptoed down the carpeted hallway stealthily following him. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She could clearly see that John wasn’t naked, but besides the socks and running shoes, she couldn’t tell what he was actually wearing. Janet was fascinated and not just a little turned on, as she watched her brother’s bare ass cheeks undulating as he walked. Damn she thought John has got a good-looking and muscular ass, powerful thighs, and strong back. She felt a twinge in her pussy as she quietly trailed her big brother as he descended the stairs. When John turned the corner at the bottom of the stairwell is when Janet got to see a profile view of whatever that thing was that John was wearing. She had briefly looked at that particular piece of apparel before when she’d seen it in the dirty clothes hamper but she hadn’t actually figured out what it was. Now that she saw John wearing it, it dawned on her what it was. It was one of those things that guys wear when they’re playing sports to keep their junk from flopping around or falling out of their shorts. She’d never actually seen a guy wearing a jock strap before. The jock strap had a triangular shaped cloth pouch in the front that covered John’s dick and testicles. John’s cloth pouch looked pretty full and the material looked stretched to its limits. It didn’t look like John could stuff anything more into that pouch without splitting it open and having everything spilling out. She was impressed with her brother’s body. She could see everything, well almost everything. What the jock strap hid from view is what she really wanted to see. But at least now she could take seeing her brother’s well shaped and good-looking butt off her bucket list. Janet leapt down the carpeted steps two and three at a time until she reached the bottom step and then quickly peeked around the corner at her brother’s retreating form. Damn his ass was sexy. John opened the laundry room door and went inside. His back was facing towards the doorway as he bent over the dirty laundry basket. His bare ass was in plain view as he rifled through the clothes in the dirty clothes basket. A moment later Janet tried to act casual as she walked slowly and silently on bare feet past the open laundry room door and peeked in at her brother as she passed. An audible thud filled the hallway as Janet, staring at her brother’s exposed ass, walked right into the kitchen doorway’s frame, hitting it with the side of her head. “Ouch, damn,” Janet involuntarily let slip out loud as she briskly rubbed the side of her face. “Hey Sis, have you seen my running shorts?” John yelled from inside the laundry room. “Ah, no I haven’t. Did you look in the dirty clothes basket?” Janet asked as she stepped into the laundry room doorway. She shamelessly eyed her brother’s physique as she leaned against the laundry room door frame. “Yeah I looked there, but they’re not in that basket,” John responded as he glanced up quickly at his sister and then when he saw her skimpy attire he shyly and quickly diverted his eyes. “Did you check inside the washing machine?” Janet asked as she openly ogled her brother’s almost naked body. John turned sideways to his sister in an unsuccessful attempt to shield his state of undress to some extent. Unsuccessful because by turning sideways, he just gave his sister another profile view, which actually gave her a better idea about how big of a bulge he had in the front of his jock strap. He bent down and opened the washing machine’s door and started rummaging through the wet clothes in the front-loading washing machine. “Oh wait a minute.., I just remembered that they’re in the dryer,” Janet said as she’d known all along that’s where they were. She also knew there was no way that John could search the front-loading dryer in the small laundry room without turning his back to her and bending over again. John hesitated; he knew he would expose his bare ass again if he searched the dryer. He waited a moment, he waited in the hope that his sister would walk back into the kitchen. But the waiting time dragged on and on as she just leaned against the door jam and kept running her eyes slowly up and down his body. Feeling conspicuously embarrassed by his sister’s scrutiny he finally just shrugged his shoulders a little then he turned his back to his sister and bent over and started searching the front-loading dryer. Janet’s eyes widened and her pussy started getting moist as she stared at her brother’s exposed ass. She couldn’t help but zero in on two areas, the first area was his tightly wrinkled anus, which was on display between his muscular ass cheeks when he bent over and the bulge that his genitals made as they lay hidden from sight behind that tight fitting cloth pouch. After a moment or two of searching John found the shorts and pulled them out of the dryer, he stood up straight and turned and faced his sister. “By the way bro, I love the outfit that you’re wearing this morning, you don’t need to cover all that up by putting on a pair of shorts,” Janet said as she shamelessly stared at John’s cloth covered crotch. “If you really do want a new girlfriend all you’d have to do is go jogging in that thing... you’d have every girl in the neighborhood jogging right behind you and screaming for your phone number.” John just grunted, but he did get a quick mental picture of girls jogging behind him, yelling and cheering, if he went out running while wearing nothing but his jock strap. “You should be careful about who sees you wearing that thing. As sexually frustrated as mom is, you should probably not wear that thing in front of her..., but you could wear that in front of me more often. It’s eye candy for a girl and very intriguing.” “What’s intriguing about it?” “I seriously doubt that there are too many women that have ever seen a guy wearing one those things before. I never have, I would’ve remembered that. What is that thing anyway, is that male lingerie?” “It’s just a jock strap.” “It’s pretty sexy; I mean the way those straps wrap around your butt. It definitely shows off your assets,” Janet chuckled at her own joke as she openly stared at the bulge in the front of John’s jock strap. “The intriguing part is that large bulge in the front there, which makes a girl want to find out what’s hidden behind that cloth pouch. All in all, it’s a very sexy looking outfit bro.” “It’s not as sexy as the outfits that you wear,” John said as he shyly let his eyes roamed over his sister’s sports bra and boy-toy pants. He tried, unsuccessfully, to not stare directly at her well-defined camel toe. “Oh you like this? I like the bra but I think these pants are a touch too small. Not counting the camel toe that you apparently enjoy staring at, every time I bend over these pants crawl up the crack of my ass... when I wear these I always get a wedgie... watch...,” Janet said as she turned her back towards her brother and looking over her shoulder at him as she bent over slightly, “See what I mean?” John stared at his sister’s newly formed wedgie. His dick twitched uncomfortably in confines of his jock strap. Janet’s pants had indeed crawled up between the cheeks of her magnificently shaped ass; wedged in so deep that it almost looked like she was wearing a thong. The pants highlighted the crack of her butt and exposed the lower halves of the twin globes of her fantastically rounded cheeks. “I can see why you get those wedgies. You got a gorgeous ass sis; I don’t know anything in the world that wouldn’t want to crawl up between those fantastic looking cheeks.” “Awww, you’re so sweet... since you obviously like looking at my butt so much I’ll let you touch it, I’ll let you fix this wedgie for me.., pull the pants out of my crack will you bro,” Janet asked while still looking at John over her shoulder as she bent over even further and wiggled her butt enticingly at her brother. Janet hoped that John would just grab her pants and pull them completely down. John swallowed hard and then hesitantly reached out with both hands and touched his sister’s ass. He slid the index finger of each hand in between her smooth ass cheeks and the elastic of her silken pants at the top of her wedgie. He slid the backs of his fingers slowly downward over the soft curves of his sister’s ass cheeks as his finger’s downward motion slowly pulled her pants out from between the cheeks of her ass. “Thanks bro, I owe you one,” Janet said as she stood up straight and smiled at her brother. She’d felt a thrill in her pussy the instant her brother touched her butt. That didn’t surprise her too much; she knew that she was pretty horny. She reluctantly tore her eyes away from her brother’s jock strap pouch as she turned and intentionally left the laundry room door wide open when she left so that her brother could watch her ass as she walked back into the kitchen. “Oh and those panties are not too small, they’re just small enough to really do your butt justice,” John offered as he stared at her ass as she walked away. “Well that settles it then.., if you like these pants then I’ll keep them,” Janet teased. “Don’t ever tell me to kiss your ass sis, unless you’re willing to pull your panties down so I can,” John teased back. “Promises, promises... I’ll remind you that you said that when the time is right,” Janet replied as she opened the dishwasher’s door and bent over and started taking dishes out of the rack. As soon as Janet bent over her pants immediate crawled up between her ass cheeks. She knew it happened and she also knew that her brother was staring at her ass again. She did nothing about it as she stood up straight and stood on her toes as she started stretching to put the dishes in the overhead cabinets. Damn she was getting hornier by the minute. She could feel the wetness already starting in her pussy from just showing off her ass and legs to her brother. She started seriously considering jumping her brother’s bones. She wondered what his reaction would be if she tried. John suspected that Janet picked this exact time to do the bending over and stretching while emptying the dishwasher just because she knew that he was watching. He didn’t object at all because he did enjoy the view of her gorgeous ass and legs. The brother and sister had always bantered back and forth about sex but never to this extent. He stared at his sister’s exposed ass cheeks as he stepped into his running shorts and pulled them up. He reluctantly turned away from the erotic sight and headed for the front door. ++++ The sibling’s sexual bantering had gotten a lot more serious over the past few months. For Janet it got serious after she noticed that John would abruptly leave the room sometimes, even in the middle of a conversation. At first Janet just chalked it up to normal brother and sister stuff, her big brother was just being rude and ignoring his little sister. It took Janet longer than she thought it should have before she figured out that she was actually the reason why John would leave a room so abruptly. When Janet started connecting the dots she noticed that John's sudden departures usually coincided with her parading around the house dressed only in her bra and pants. Before that observation she had never given any thought to how her attire, or lack of, would affect her older brother's raging hormones. She’d always run around the house in her underwear as far back as she could remember. Janet mistakenly figured that John seeing her parading around in her bra and pants was no different than John seeing her wearing a bikini. However, she realized later, that was not the way her brother viewed her underwear. She loved her big brother and hadn't meant to do anything that would make him feel uncomfortable around her. She didn't want to hurt her brother in any way. Janet vowed to herself to remember to dress more modestly, she didn't want to torment her brother. Janet’s modesty vow didn’t pass the test of time. A week later Janet forgot her modesty vow one morning and failed to wear her bathrobe. She paraded around the kitchen wearing a push up bra and shear white pants. John had walked in to the kitchen when Janet had her back turned to the doorway and was bending over emptying the dishwasher. Janet heard John gasp in surprise, he stood in the kitchen doorway for a moment not saying anything, and just as Janet turned her head to look at him is when he suddenly spun on his heel and quickly left the room and went straight to the bathroom. Janet quickly realized her mistake and immediately went to her bedroom to get her bathrobe. She looked at herself in a full length mirror and could see why John left the room so abruptly. She turned around and bent over and looked at her ass in the full length mirror. The crack of her ass and even the lips of her pussy were plainly visible through the translucent white pants, almost like she wasn’t wearing any. Damn it, Janet thought, John could see everything, no wonder he left so quickly. Janet still kind of giggled to herself over John’s discomfort. It’s a good thing he didn’t see the front of her shear pants, she thought, he might have fainted if he saw her blond bush. By the time John returned from the bathroom Janet was back in the kitchen and wearing her bathrobe. She tried to apologize to him for not wearing her bathrobe. She hadn't meant to wear such a revealing pair of pants in front of him. She felt bad because John wouldn't look her in the eyes when she tried to talk to him about it and the rest of the day he went out of his way to avoid her. Janet felt pretty bad about it all. She felt bad, right up to the point that she started noticing that John took every opportunity he had to peek and sometimes even outright stare at certain parts of her anatomy. She constantly caught him staring at her tits, he stared at her ass. She also noticed that he seemed to enjoy looking at her legs and she’d caught him peeking up her skirt, he peeked up her skirts a lot. Janet finally connected the dots. She figured out what was going on with John. He'd look up her skirt or at her tits or her legs and after only a few minutes, he would start getting an erection. Then John would run off to the bathroom, where Janet surmised he probably jacked off to get rid of his hardon. Once Janet figured out what John was doing in the bathroom because of the powerful effect that her body had on him then the poor son of a bitch didn't stand a chance. Just knowing that her big brother had to be fantasizing about her while he jacked off made Janet feel incredibly sexy. Whenever she’d make John run to the bathroom to alleviate his erection her pussy would get moist just thinking about what John was doing in there. After discovering the affect that her body had on John’s libido she started doing some outrageous deeds just to tease him. A couple of times she didn’t wear any pants under her short skirts and she made sure to bend over when John was behind her or she’d cross or uncross her legs carelessly, or she’d cross them by putting her ankle of one foot on her other knee and allowing him to get a good view between her legs. She’d flash her vertical smile at him and whoosh, John would run to the bathroom. Janet loved the way that her big brother looked at her when she wore yoga pants or her exercise tights or skimpy underwear. It turned her on to know that the lustful look in her brother's eyes was for her. Janet challenged herself to do whatever she could to get John's dick hard and make him have to run to the bathroom and relieve the pressure. To her it was a sexy game. Janet was just having some harmless fun at her brother’s expense. She’d put her ear against the bathroom door a couple of times after John had rushed in there but she couldn’t hear anything going on the other side. She was very tempted to just open the door and walk in the bathroom in an attempt to catch John jacking off. Her idea, if she ever got up enough nerve, was to have John finish masturbating while she watched, but she couldn’t quite get up the nerve to turn that door knob. Seeing John wearing nothing but his jock strap changed the game forever. That jock strap turned the tables on Janet. Now she was the one overwhelmed with lust. The memorable sight of her brother’s naked ass in a jock strap caused her pussy to get moist, very moist. That's when she decided that she was finished playing games with John. Janet wanted to do more than just tease him now. Her curiosity about her brother's anatomy demanded immediate action. Now she wanted to see HIS package and she didn’t plan on just looking at it either. She wanted to get her hands on John’s naked butt cheeks too. ++++ John finished his usual five mile run and then returned to the house. The entire time he was running all he could think about was how sexy his little sister looked in her sports bra and those skimpy panties with the thong effect of that wedgie that displayed her awesome ass so perfectly. When John got back to the house he went straight to the laundry room. He grabbed a soiled bath towel from the dirty laundry basket and started wiping the perspiration off his face and under his arms. Janet had heard the front door open and close when her brother returned. She had thought about it while John was jogging and had decided to throw caution to the wind. She was going to find out if John was as horny as she was. She waited for about a minute after John returned home and then she removed her sports bra. Carrying the bra in her hand as she walked topless into the laundry room and stood behind her older brother. John was not aware that his sister was standing behind him as he towel dried his face and hair. The longer Janet stood there watching the perspiration rolling down her brother’s muscular back and strong legs the hornier she got. A well built and sweaty male did something strange to her insides. It actually caused an ache in her groin. Janet, trying to get her brother’s attention tossed her sports bra past him, aiming it at the dirty laundry hamper as she took a step closer to John. John had just finished ruffling his hair with the towel when he saw his sister’s sports bra fly past his arm and land in the laundry basket. He started to turn his head to see if sister was standing behind him bare breasted when suddenly Janet stepped in closer behind him and pushed her naked tits into the middle of his sweaty back and wrapped her arms around his upper body and hugged him tightly. He’d gotten hugs from his sister before but none when they were both topless. “Ah sis, don’t do that, I’m all sweaty,” John protested. “My dear brother, don't you know how manly and irresistible you are when you’ve got sweat dripping off your unbelievable body?” Janet’s hands slowly slid back and forth several times across John’s sweat covered chest, his biceps, and his stomach. It was like she was finger painting his body with his own perspiration, his sister’s hands felt fantastic. She swiped her stiff nipples back and forth across his sweaty back. Her pussy was almost dripping. Slowly her hands worked across John’s chest, her thumbs rubbed back and forth across his nipples, making his nipples hard. Her hands slid down over his six pack stomach and gradually slid down further to his hips. Janet nervously hooked her thumbs inside the elastic at the top of John’s sweaty running shorts; she stretched the elastic outward and pulled the shorts down his hips and thighs. She pulled them down below his knees and then she released them and his running shorts dropped to the floor around his ankles. “What are you doing sis?” “I’m helping you cool down after your run,” Janet giggled. John froze. He stood there not moving and not knowing what to do as his sister again pressed her bare tits against his sweaty back. He felt the bulge of her camel toe as she cozily pushed it into the crack of his ass. John felt a stirring deep within his testicles. His dick tried to get hard. Damn, John thought if she wasn’t my sister. “I warned you that your jock strap makes a girl curious as to what’s hidden behind that pouch,” Janet offered as her hands sensually slid down John’s stomach to the sides of John’s sweaty thighs and then she slowly moved her hands around to the front of his thighs, at pouch level. “I’ve heard that guys stuff sweat socks down their pants to try and fool girls into thinking that they got a big dick.” John swallowed hard. He looked downward and watched his sister’s hands; he wasn’t going to stop her, her hands felt wonderful. He wandered how far his sister was going to go. He watched as one of Janet’s hands cupped his jock strap pouch and momentarily gave it a slight squeeze. John gasped as he sucked air into his lungs. No girl had ever put their hand on his crotch before. “I’m just squeezing to see if you have any Charmin stuffed in there bro.” Janet slid the palms of her hands back to the front of John’s thighs, as her hands pressed on the front of his thighs she ground her pussy mound against John’s ass. Then she wedged both thumbs between his upper thighs and the outside edges of the jock strap pouch. Janet leaned around John’s side and looked down at his pouch as she pushed her thumbs forward, lifting both the sides of the tight fitting cloth pouch away from his groin as she looked down to see what the pouch had previously hidden from her view. “Holy shit John! No toilet paper or sweat socks hidden in there! How the hell did you hide THAT thing inside that little pouch?” “I wasn’t getting a hardon when I put it inside there,” John mumbled. “Oh, so you’re getting a hardon right now? I don’t think your dick could get stiff inside this thing, it is way too tight.” Janet moved her hands to the broad elastic top of John’s jock strap. She pushed her fingers down between John’s stomach and the strong and over-sized elastic waistband and pulled the elastic forward, stretching it outward to make sure to clear the bulge created by John’s dick and testicles as she worked his tight jock strap down his hips and thighs, freeing up his quickly growing erection. “Janet, I don’t think we should be doing this,” John said as his jock strap suddenly joined his shorts down around his ankles. “You’re probably right..., we shouldn’t do this..., mom will be home soon..., but doesn’t it make your dick feel better now that it’s free to grow?” Janet replied as she looked down at John’s freed and quickly growing erection. Janet slid one hand down the crack of her brother’s sweaty ass causing John to flinch in surprise. She knifed her left hand between John’s thighs from behind and cupped her brother’s testicles. She gripped his balls in the palm of her hand as if she were holding an orange. She lifted his balls a couple of times like she was trying to guess their weight. John sighed deeply as his dick twitched and rapidly finished growing to full length. Janet held John’s testicles in one hand as she took the towel out of John’s hands with her other hand. She held it down below John’s testicles and lifted the towel upward until she cradled John’s sweaty erection in her towel covered hand. She wrapped her towel covered fingers around his stiff dick. “I haven’t played with one of these in months... you don’t mind if I play with yours do you? I’ve kind of miss playing with one.” Janet offered as she squeezed John’s dick tightly in her towel covered hand. She waited for John to react to the squeeze. John signed deeply. Then she suddenly relaxed her grip, as she relaxed her grip John inhaled deeply and then she squeezed his shaft tightly again. “What’s the matter sis,” John panted, “won’t your boyfriend let you play with his dick?” “Not anymore. The one and only boyfriend that I had demanded that I do something for HIM that I wasn’t going to do. So he is my boyfriend no more.” “So he wanted... you to put out?” John whispered breathlessly. “No... He didn’t want to fuck me..., he wanted me to let him cum in my mouth,” Janet admitted. She felt John’s dick twitch in her hand. She smiled as she tightly squeezed his dick again as his dick reacted to what she’s said. “I see, so I guess you don’t like oral sex?” John was breathing heavily. “I don’t know because I’ve never tried anything oral yet. I just wasn’t going to let HIM cum in my mouth... it’s not that I don’t want to try oral sex... because I do. I’m just kind of picky about who I choose to do that for. The guy that I let cum in my mouth will be somebody I like a lot more than that little prick that I was dating,” Janet offered as she squeezed John’s erection tightly for emphasis. She realized as she held her brother’s erection in her towel covered hand that calling her ex-boyfriend a little prick was pretty accurate, especially compared to her brother’s prick. Janet relaxed her grip a little bit and then slowly slid her fist up her brother’s dick shaft all the way to the head. Janet used her fingers to rub the rough towel back and forth over the head of John’s dick. Then she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed his dick tightly in her fist again. John’s knees were getting weak. “Damn sis, you hands feel wonderful,” John admitted as precum started leaking from the slit in the head of his dick. “This towel’s too thick... I got something that will feel better.” Janet let the towel drop to the floor as she took a step back away from her brother and hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her boy-toy pants and pushed them down her hips and thighs. She lifted one foot and then the other as she took off her pants. She took a step forward and again smashed her tits against her brother’s back as she draped her boy-toy pants over John’s erection and then wrapped the pants tightly around the shaft of his dick. Janet’s hand started sliding her silky pants up and down the shaft of her brother’s dick, using the slickness of her pants to stimulate John’s hardon. John signed and reached out and placed a hand on the dryer to steady himself. His senses were reeling; he’d never had a girl jacking him off before. He couldn’t think straight, he was panting for air; his knees were getting weak. What his sister was doing to his dick felt amazing. Janet altered her technique, changing from gripping tightly to just barely gripping his shaft as she rapidly slid her hand and her pants up and down John’s dick shaft from the base at his balls to the top of the head. Then she massaged the head with her fingertips. “Did your girlfriends let you cum in their mouths? I hope you did the gentlemanly thing and returned the favor by eating their hot and wet little pussies?” “I’ve had only two girlfriends’ sis... and neither girl that I dated would do that for me or let me do that for them.” John panted through his open mouth as Janet stopped playing with the head of John’s dick and squeezed his shaft tightly, forcing more precum out of his dick. “Seriously bro, you’ve never had oral sex either?” “No never! And, I’ve never had a girl grab my dick either,” John panted as Janet slowly started pumped his dick again, “Oh god sis... your hand feels so good... oh god...” Janet released her grip on John’s balls and used her fingernails to lightly scratch his testicles from the base of his stiff dick under his balls to his perineum then one fingernail scratched all the way to his asshole. John flinched and groaned. Then Janet pulled her brother’s body back tightly against her tits as she took her left hand out from between his legs and reached around the front of John’s hips and cupped his testicles in her hand. “Ohhhh damn sis... I loved what you just did with your fingernails.” While still using one hand on the dryer for balance John reached behind his back with his free hand and slid the palm of his hand between his sweaty back and Janet’s flat stomach and slid his hand downward to the front of Janet’s pussy. Janet’s breath caught in her throat when John’s fingers touched her pussy. John slid his finger up and down between the wet lips of his sister’s pussy. Janet pushed her hips harder forward against John’s ass, trapping John’s hand against her snatch. “So you’ve never had a girl jack you off? Hell that’s the only thing that my boyfriend taught me... how to get HIM off..,” Janet’s hand started sliding faster up and down the shaft of John’s dick. “He... taught you... well... oh god sis... ohhhhh fuucckkk!” Janet’s hand stopped, she waited for John’s breathing to slow down. She was enjoying herself too much to allow John to come too quickly. Besides, she hadn’t yet talked John into cooperating with her on what she really wanted him to do. If the rigidity of his dick was any indication, she wouldn’t have any problem getting his willing participation. For the next few minutes the only sounds in the laundry room was the sound of John’s gasping and Janet’s heavy breathing. Janet slowly jacked the panty covered shaft of her brother’s dick as John slid his finger up and down the slippery crevice of his sister’s pussy. “Janet we really shouldn’t..,” John panted unconvincingly as he tried to express the proverbial societal prohibitions of incestuous related forbidden acts between brothers and sisters, even as his sister’s hands pushed him closer and closer to blowing his load. “No I guess you’re right,” Janet said as she gripped John’s dick tightly at the base and slowly slid her hand upward on his shaft, forcing more precum slowly up John’s urethra tube and out of the slit at the top of his dick and weakening his knees even more. “I should be learning about sex like every other girl does, right? The only sex I’ve had is in the back seat of a car. I’ve been finger fucked, and I’ve learned how to jack a guy off. There has to be more to sex then just that.” “I didn’t even get that far with a girl. Neither one of my girlfriends would even let me put my hand in their panties,” John panted back. Janet’s hand squeezed tightly about an inch down below the head of John’s dick. The tight squeeze made the head of his dick swell larger with trapped blood. John moaned and had trouble standing. Janet had waited until she knew that she had John close to having an orgasm. He would be less likely to refuse her request if she timed her request with his orgasm. She figured she had him on the verge of cumming and now would be the perfect time to ask her question. “Since neither one of us has had too much experience with the opposite sex yet, do you think that maybe we could... do things together..., you know.., like we could learn how to do oral sex... on each other?” Janet whispered in John’s ear as her hand again started sliding her silky pants at a much quicker pace up and down the shaft of John’s stiff dick. Janet knew that John would go along with her suggestion by the way his balls twitched in the palm of her other hand when she asked that question. Her ex-boyfriend had taught her how he liked to be jacked off, she was experienced enough to know what that little spasm in John’s balls signified. She tightened her grip on John’s dick and started sliding the panties even faster up and down John’s dick shaft. “Ohhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. Oh fuck I'm cummmmmming," John warned. “Oooooo... go ahead and squirt for me bro...” Janet offered as she watched the head of her brother’s cock as it started swelling as it started spitting. “Ah fuck... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...” John grunted with every powerful squirt of sperm out of his dick. Janet released her grip on his testicles and used that hand to hold a portion of her pants in front of John’s dick as his cum squirted on then and started soaking through. “Damn, look at all that cum! I think your dick kind of likes the idea of having oral sex with your little sister, doesn’t it?” Janet asked as she used one of the tricks she had learned and squeezed the shaft of her brother’s dick tightly on a quick upstroke, forcing the next squirt of come to eject even more powerfully. “Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...” All John could do was stand there and try to keep from doubling over as he panted for breath as his sister kept squeezing and jacking cum out of his dick. When John’s dick finally stopped squirting and his cum was just dribbling out of his dick Janet hurriedly moved from behind John to his right side and then she quickly leaned over and put her mouth over the head of John’s dick and gently sucked the head of his shrinking dick into her mouth. “Ahhhhhhhhhh... that feels amazing.” She could taste John’s cum as she sucked out the small amount of cum that remained and would have just dribbled out of his dick. It was the first time she’d ever touched a guy’s dick with her lips. But it wasn’t her first taste of a guy’s cum. She had sneaked a taste of her boyfriend’s cum, when he wasn’t looking; she’d licked it off her fingers. The taste wasn’t unpleasant, she had only tasted just enough to make her more curious. Ironically, if her ex-boyfriend had been more subtle, if he hadn’t been so damn pushy by forcibly pushing her face down towards his dick, and demanding that she suck him off, he might have gotten the blowjob that he wanted so badly. “Oh damn sis,” John moaned as his chin rested on his chest as he watched his sister sucking gently on the head of his deflating dick as it slowly went limp. If he could have cum again he would have as he watched his sister using her beautiful lips on his cockhead. John could barely stand up, his knees were so weak. He slid one hand across his sister’s bare back as she leaned over. His hand slid around her side and cupped her naked right breast in the palm of his hand as his other hand slid past his stomach to cradle her left breast in his left hand. Janet let John’s flaccid dick slip from between her lips and then stood up straight and faced John. John immediately reached out and gently started fondling both of her bare breasts. John had gotten his hand inside his girlfriend’s bra before but he’d never had a pair of tits in both hands at the same time before. He stared at the pair of smallish but magnificent breasts in his hands. The beauty of his sister’s breasts amazed him. “You can suck on my nipples if you want,” Janet invited “run your thumbs over my nipples until they’re stiff, that’s how you can tell when a girl is getting turned on... their nipples gets as stiff as your dick does and when they do... you should make love to them with your hands and your mouth, you should kiss them and suck on my nipples and lick them.” John did exactly as Janet requested. His tongue slowly stuck out of his mouth as he lowered his head towards his younger sister’s offered breasts. He circled her right nipple a few times with his tongue and then gently sucked on it for a few seconds and then switched to her left nipple and did the same. Janet moaned softly as John’s tongue teased her nipples. Her hand went behind John’s head, her fingers intertwined in the sweaty hair on the back of his head as she pulled his face harder against her breasts. John sucked one nipple completely into his mouth and started sucking harder. “Ohhhh your mouth feels so nice..,” Janet sighed as she grabbed one of John’s hands and pulled it towards her crotch, “put your hand on my pussy bro.” John put the palm of one hand against Janet’s flat stomach and nervously slid his hand downward until his middle finger slid between the wet lips of his sister’s pussy; he used his fingers to search for a girl’s vaginal opening for the first time ever. John was excited about putting his hand down between a girl’s legs but he had no clue as to what to do when he got it there. He could feel the moisture on his sister’s lips. Janet reached down and covered John’s hand with hers to guide him. Janet pushed on the back of John’s middle finger. “Do you feel how wet I am? Put your finger in me John. Slide your fingers between my lips. A little lower John... now curl the tip of your finger a little bit..,” Janet instructed, as John’s finger tip started to enter his sister’s wet vagina, “yeah, right there... now push your finger in deeper... that’s my vagina, that’s where a guy would put his cock.” John pushed his finger deeper into his sister’s tight, warm, and extremely wet pussy. The first pussy that he’d ever put a finger in. The slickness, and tightness, and warmth of his sister’s pussy amazed him. “Oh yeah, that’s it... now slide you finger in and out... push your finger in deeper... ohhhhh yeah... oh yeah, now you’re fingering me... do it faster John... I’m already getting close.” John suddenly noticed the aroma in the laundry room had changed. He knew that the new exotic smell in the room came from his sister’s pussy. His girlfriends had left a similar smell behind in his car after their dates. Janet’s head fell backward and her face pointed at the ceiling as she closed her eyes and held her brother’s mouth firmly against her breast. Janet’s hips started rocking as her hips started fucking back at John’s pistoning finger. John had to slide his hand off of Janet’s breast and behind her back to hold her up as she completely surrendered to her brother’s sucking mouth and jabbing finger. “Rub my clit with your thumb John, make me cum!” John continued fingering his sister’s pussy. It took Janet only a few seconds to realize that John had never had his hand on a girl’s pussy before so he probably didn’t know where a girl’s clit was located or how to stimulate it. Janet reached down and guided John’s hand to the right spot and pushed his thumb up against her clit. “You feel that little bump right there? That’s my clitoris... it’s sort of like a small penis... rub it... rub your thumb all around it... oh yeah, just like that.” The more John rubbed his sister’s clit the more rapidly she panted for breath. His sister started making sexy little grunting noises. He removed his mouth from her breast and watched his sister’s face. John was amazed that he was just now noticing how desirable his little sister was. She was extremely attractive and had a fantastic body and he just realized how badly he wanted to stick his dick into this alluring girl. Sister or not. John continued rubbing Janet’s clit with his thumb as he alternated between quickly sliding his fingers up and down between her wet pussy lips and shoving his middle finger back into her sweltering vagina. Janet gasped and reached down with both hands and grabbed John’s wrist with one hand and the back of his hand with her other hand and held his hand firmly in place as she jammed her pussy on his finger and smashed the heel of his hand repeatedly against her clit as she rode his hand wildly. "Oooooo... Ah... Ooh... Ouuu...” Janet suddenly grabbed John’s face with both hands and kissed him squarely on the mouth or tried to as her orgasm hit. She tried to slip her tongue between his lips as she moaned and grunted at the same time. Janet’s thighs slammed shut, trapping John’s hand between her legs. After a few seconds she slumped against the washing machine and panted weakly through her open mouth. “Oh fuck John... that was fucking incredible... that was the first time a guy ever got ME off... damn bro you got some amazing fingers.” “You’re the first girl that let me do that... and you’re the first girl to ever do that to me sis... I couldn’t believe that you jacked me off!” “Geez John... you’re hard again,” Janet said as she glanced down in surprise when John’s newest erection bumped against her thigh. “Getting my hands on a girl’s pussy seems to have that effect on me sis.” Janet put her hand on John’s sweaty chest and pushed him backward a couple of feet to give herself room. John had to shuffle his feet to make sure he didn’t trip over the shorts and jock strap that was down around his ankles. Janet suddenly knelt down on the floor and looked at John’s erection at eye level. She gripped the shaft of his dick with her thumb and finger and lifted it upward and leaned in and took a closer look at John’s wrinkled testicles. John could actually feel Janet’s warm breath on his balls. His testicles reacted to his sister’s breath and moved in his ball sac. “Oh, I think it likes me,” Janet said with a smile as she put one hand on the front of John’s thigh as she leaned in closer and steadied John’s dick with her free hand. She pointed her brother’s dick straight at her mouth; she licked her lips and opened her mouth, and then she leaned forward slightly as her eyes looked upward into John’s eyes as she slid her wet lips slowly over the head of her brother’s second erection. John’s knees almost gave out as he sighed deeply as he watched his sister take about half of his stiff dick into her warm mouth. Janet bobbed her head several times, sliding her wet lips over her brother’s dick. She pulled her head back and looked up at her brother. “I don’t know what I’m doing... I don’t know if I’m doing it right... should I lick it first or just keep doing what I’m doing. One of my girlfriends told me that I should suck on the head and flick my tongue on the underneath side of the head. Is that right?” “I don’t know... I’ve never got a blowjob before, do whatever you want.” “I can’t do what I want to right now because mom is going to be home any minute; she’s only working a half day today. So maybe we should save the oral sex for tonight after mom and dad goes to bed.” “You’re probably right we should wait then,” John panted, he was disappointed and elated at the same time. Obviously disappointed because she’d stopped short of giving him a real blow job but elated at the prospects of what she promised that could happen later. Janet stood up and again looked down at her brother’s impressive erection. She knew that he was disappointed, she was disappointed also. She turned her back to her brother and bent over the washing machine. “You can squirt your cum on my butt if you want to.” John looked down at his sister’s sweet ass. He took a shuffling step forward and wedged his upright erection lengthwise in the crevice of his sister’s butt. John grabbed Janet’s hips and pulled her tighter against him and humped his dick between the cheeks of his sister’s ass several times. Janet reached behind her and grabbed her brother’s ass and pulled him tighter against her and pushed her ass back at John and clinched her butt cheeks tightly, trying to trap his dick between her cheeks. “You know what I would like John? I know that you can cum again, rub the head of your dick between the cheeks of my ass; I want to feel you squirt your hot cum on my asshole. You’ll have to do it fast, mom will be home soon.” “Bend over a little more sis,” John asked as he stepped back half a step and waited. Janet released her grip on her brother’s butt and moved her hands to her ass and slid her fingers between her cheeks, separating them, and exposing her asshole to her brother’s view. John’s dick twitched and he felt a stirring deep in his testicles the second he saw his sister’s wrinkled anus. He grabbed the shaft of his cock and stepped back far enough so he could insert the head of his dick between Janet’s cheeks. He rapidly slid the head of his dick up and down between her taunt and shapely cheeks as she clinched and unclenched her ass cheeks. He wiped the head of his dick across the cheeks of her ass smearing his precum. “I love how luxurious the skin between the cheeks of your ass feels; it feels incredible on the head of my dick.” “Rub the head of your dick between my cheeks faster John; I want to feel you squirting your hot cum against my asshole.” “Wow, you don’t have to ask an assman twice to do something like that!” John groaned as he slid the head of his dick rapidly up and down his sister's precum coated ass crack making sure to rub against her wrinkled rosebud. Janet pushed her ass back at her brother. John squeezed, jacked, smeared his precum, and slid his dick up and down in Janet’s tight ass crack for a couple of minutes. John briefly toyed with the idea of trying to fulfill one of his sexual fantasies about his sister’s ass by pushing the head of his dick into Janet’s asshole. He placed the head of his dick against his sister’s anus and started applying a little pressure. The brother and sister heard tires crunching on their gravel driveway. “You need to cum right now John or mom will catch us.” John was too close to stop even if he’d wanted to, he needed to cum again. He vigorously jacked the shaft of his dick as he held the head firmly against his sister’s sphincter. His balls tingled and then exploded. He grunted and slumped against his sister’s back as cum squirted repeatedly between the cheeks of Janet’s ass. “Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...” “Ouuu... your cum is so hot.” When John finally stopped squirting he stood up straight and looked down at his sister’s ass. The crack of her ass was dripping with cum; it was even dribbling down the insides of Janet’s thighs. Janet quickly picked up the towel off the floor and used it to wipe John’s cum out from between her ass cheeks and off her legs. She then bent over and took her jiz soaked pants, the ones she jacked John off with, and jammed them under some dirty clothes in the laundry basket. John stared at his naked sister, if he hadn’t just shot his load, he would surely have gotten another hardon as he stared at his naked sister’s breathtaking body. Damn he wanted so badly to stick his dick in his sister. He instantly wanted all of his sister’s holes, her mouth, her pussy, and her asshole. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted to have sex with his sister. The siblings heard the garage door opening. Janet grabbed a bathrobe off the pile of clean clothes. She quickly put the bathrobe on and tossed John a clean towel. She grabbed a can of air freshener off of a shelf and sprayed a large cloud of scented air in the room and then turned and gave John a quick kiss on the lips. Janet then reached down and used one finger to catch the latest droplet of cum off the head of John’s dick. She looked John in the eye and smiled with a promise of things to come as she slowly stuck her finger in her mouth and with a sexy look in her eyes sucked the droplet of cum off her finger. Then she took one last look at John’s cock and then turned and quickly left the room and closed the laundry room door behind her as she headed to the kitchen. John stood in the laundry room for a couple of minutes just catching his breath. Reliving in his mind what had just happened with his little sister. Did her last act of sucking cum off her finger mean that, when and if, she came to his bedroom tonight that she was planning on swallowing his cum? His balls twitched at the thought. Still stunned by the fact that his sister had jacked him off, John bent over and picked up his shorts and jock strap, and tossed them on top of the dirty clothes. He took the clean towel that his sister had tossed to him and slowly unfolded the towel and held it by one corner as he flung the other end of the towel behind his back as he tried to wrap the towel around his waist. He missed catching the towel behind his back on the first try. And that’s the exact moment that his mother suddenly opened the laundry room door. The sudden opening of the door caused John to freeze like a deer caught at night in a car’s headlights. Doris’s mouth dropped open when she saw her son standing naked in front of her while holding his towel in one hand. Her eyes went immediately to his groin area. John fumbled with the towel; he kept dropping the one end, by failing to catch that end of the towel behind his back he continued to expose himself to his mother. He hastily tried to catch one end of the towel behind his back again. He got a glimpse of his sister standing in the kitchen with her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter as she watched him fumbling with the towel, trying to hide his nakedness from their mother. “Oops, sorry Mom, I didn’t know you where home,” John apologized as he quickly turned his back to his mother, giving her a quick look at his bare ass, as it took him a couple of more tries before he finally caught the one end and got the towel wrapped and knotted around his waist. “Well I certainly hope you didn’t flash your mother intentionally..,” Doris, stunned by the sight of her naked son, rambled nervously, “I just got home, I decided to take half a day off and catch up on the house cleaning so I can relax for the weekend. I got vacuuming, laundry, and grocery shopping to do.” Doris eyed John up and down, noting his sweaty body as he stood in front of her. The sight of John’s naked body caught her off guard and flustered her; she hoped she didn’t show it. She hadn’t realized that her teenage son had grown so big until she saw him holding that towel open. She’d have to accept that her son wasn’t a child anymore and for that matter neither is her daughter. “Did you go jogging? You shouldn’t go jogging on days that are this hot. You’re all sweaty and your face is so red... you look like you need to cool down. Have you been drinking enough fluids to keep from getting dehydrated?” “Yeah I drink plenty of fluids. Excuse me, I got to go take a cold shower,” John announced as he glanced at his sister’s smiling face and then turned sideways and stepped forward and tried to squeeze past his mother in the narrow laundry room doorway. Doris reached up and put both hands on John’s sweaty chest for a moment as he tried to slip by her. The manliness and the closeness of her sweat covered son sent a sexual shiver through her body. “I’ll wait until you turn the shower off to start filling the washing machine but hurry up because I’ve got a lot of stuff to do,” Doris said as she reluctantly took her hands off John’s sweaty chest and dropped her hands at her sides so that he could squeeze past her in the doorway. As John tried to squeeze past his mother in the laundry room doorway his towel rubbed against his mother’s stomach in the front and also rubbed against the door frame behind him at the same time. As he forced his way through the doorway the towel’s twisted knot unraveled and his towel dropped to the floor as he stumbled sideways, tripping over his mother’s feet. He regained his balance after almost falling and stumbled several feet away but he was no longer wearing his towel. Doris quickly knelt down, and used her peripheral vision to locate the towel on the floor and picked it up. She used her peripheral vision because she couldn’t take her eyes off of her son’s genitals as he turned and faced her. Her son’s groin was two feet away from Doris’s face as she knelt on the floor. She felt the flush as her face turned red. John’s lips went tight as he just slowly reached his hand out as he stood there naked and waited for his mother to hand him back his towel. There was no point in feigning modesty any longer; he figured that it was kind of pointless after stumbling half way across the room naked. “Nice bod bro,” Janet declared from the kitchen. “Shut up Janet,” Doris admonished. John accepted the towel from his mother’s outstretched hand. He gave up trying to hide his nakedness from this mother and sister. John tried to retain at least some of his dignity as he just turned on his heel and turning his back towards the two females; he just draped the towel over his should as he headed up the stairs to the shower. “Damn... now that’s what we need around here.., more naked men,” Janet couldn’t help herself as she leaned out the kitchen doorway and watched her brother’s naked ass ascending the stairwell. Doris stared at her son’s bare ass as he walked away. She could still see his dangling dick in her mind’s eye. Was that a droplet of cum that she spied on the head of his dick, or was it sweat, or was that just her imagination because she was so damn horny? She wondered how big John’s dick would be if he’d been hard. She tried to shake that mental picture out of her head, it wasn’t right for a mother to try and picture her son with an erection. “Janet... just drop it... he’s embarrassed enough,” Doris chastised. “Excuse me! Did you just see the same naked guy that I saw? He might be a little clumsy, stumbling around naked like that, but that is the only thing that that boy could possibly be embarrassed about! Wow... that boy’s got a bod!” “Laundry, laundry, must do laundry,” Doris said aloud as she shook her head trying to clear out her nasty thoughts and get her focus back. “I’ll do the laundry mom if you want to go grocery shopping,” Janet offered quickly. “No, you do the vacuuming; I can start a load and then go shopping while it’s washing.” Janet looked at her mother for a minute. She really didn’t want her digging in the laundry basket; she came up with a quick plan to stop her. “I’ll get dressed and start doing the vacuuming... you can go shopping now if you want to and I’ll start a load right after John’s shower.” Doris contemplated the offer and appeared to accept the arraignment. “Okay, that sounds good. I’ll just separate the colors from the whites while you’re getting dressed and then I’ll go.” “I’ll do that, you just go shopping,” Janet suggested again desperately. “No, that’s okay. You go ahead and get dressed.” Janet reluctantly turned and headed upstairs to her room. When she turned the stairwell corner she hesitated, she waited a couple of seconds and then looked back around the corner and watched her mother as she dumped the dirty laundry basket’s contents on the laundry room floor as she started separating the clothes. “Oh Shit,” Janet mumbled out loud. Janet turned and sprinted up the stairs to the hall bathroom and quickly entered and closed the door behind her. She stepped over to the shower and opened the shower door just before her brother could turn on the water. “Mom’s going to find my pants in the laundry basket!” “So what?” “Hey stupid, my pants are covered in your cum, that’s so what!” “Oh, that’s right.” “So you tell me how are we going to explain that?” “I don’t know... but what I do know is mom can’t come up here and find you holding the shower door open and staring at me, you need to get out of here.” Janet reacted instantly, she closed the shower door and quickly left the bathroom and headed to her bedroom. As John showered he tried to think of what he could possibly tell his mother about how his cum ended up on his sister’s panties. He couldn’t think of a thing. He turned the water off and opened the shower door and reached for a towel. “Mom!” John yelled in surprise as he opened the shower door to see his mother leaning against the bathroom sink staring at him. She stood there holding up Janet’s cum soaked boy-toy pants pinched between her thumb and finger. Holding the pants out in front of her like they were contaminated. John’s heart almost stopped beating. “I sure hope your sister doesn’t find out about what you do with her pants young man!” Doris said as her eyes betrayed her as they traveled up and down John’s torso in an un-motherly appraisal of John’s naked and dripping body. Her gaze naturally zeroed in on his manhood. John quickly grabbed a bath towel off the towel rack and fumbled with it as he, for the second time in an hour, tried to hide his nakedness from his mother. “I know that young men have a tendency to masturbate... quite often... and I know that sometimes guys use girls’ pants to stimulate themselves... but I don’t ever want to find anything like this again... do you hear me mister?” “Yes ma'am,” was all that John could mumble. Whenever she called him mister he knew he better not give her any back talk. Doris reluctantly turned her eyes away from her dripping son and walked to the bathroom door and as she opened the door she hesitated and then turned her head and looked back at John again. “You haven’t done the same thing with any of my pants have you?” “No ma’am!” John replied honestly. “See that you don’t,” Doris warned sternly as she stepped out of the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind her. Doris smiled as she walked down the hallway, she didn’t believe for a second that her son hadn’t also used her pants to jack off with too. She really didn’t mind, not after seeing her son’s package, she was impressed. She couldn’t help but picture in her mind again, how big he would be if he had a hardon. Would he be as big as his father? Again she tried to shake that image out of her head. ++++ John dropped his towel in the middle of his bedroom floor as he walked over to his dresser. As he glanced out his window he saw his mother’s car going up the driveway. Then his bedroom door flew open and his sister walked in. “What did mom say to you in the bathroom?” Janet asked as she eyed her brother’s nakedness as she walked up behind him. She started rubbing the palms of her hands across the cheeks of John’s bare ass. “She thinks that I used your panties to jack off with.” “Well actually it was I that used my pants to jack you off with,” Janet cackled. Janet leaned around her brother and looked down at his cock. She grabbed her brother’s hand and pulled him towards his bed. She turned him around, glanced down at his flaccid dick again, and put her hand on his chest as she pushed him backwards making him sit down on the edge of his bed. As her bathrobe gapped open, giving John a sexy view of his sister’s body, she dropped to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his knees and pushed his legs wide apart. “Lean back and spread your legs bro... I want to watch you getting a hardon, I want to see it grow, and then I’m going to lick your balls.” As John leaned back on his elbows on his bed his sister ran her hands sensually up and down John’s thighs, raising goose bump on his legs as she stared at his cock. John felt the familiar tingle in his testicles. “What else did Mom say?” Janet asked, never taking her eyes off of John’s growing cock. “She asked if I had ever used her panties to jack off with and warned me not to.” “Uh-huh, that’s bullshit... She’s hoping that you do, it would spice up her sex life to think that you cum on her pants. She saw your dick twice today; she’s probably driving to the store right now with one finger in her pussy.” The metal picture that Janet had put in John’s mind just made his dick start growing that much faster. He’d never fantasized about his mother before. But thanks to his sister, he started fantasizing about his mother fingering her pussy as she drove to the store. Janet breathed through an open mouth as she stared between her brother’s legs with wide eyes. Watching in awe as his flaccid dick grew larger. John’s dick slowly lengthened, it started to plump up, it changed positions, it rolled a little to one side, and then it slowly lifted itself up from between his legs and flopped to the side again, it rested against his thigh as it continued to lengthen and fill with blood until it lifted itself up off his thigh, flopped against his stomach and then slowly raised itself proudly away from his stomach and pointed stiffly at his chin. “Now that was pretty fucking cool... I’ve love watching a guy’s dick getting hard. Your dick went from being an unimpressive little piece of meat to... WOW!!” Janet leaned forward, putting her face between John’s thighs, and running her tongue over John’s testicles as she sighed contently. John could feel the heat from her breath as she tickled his balls with her tongue. Janet took her time as she ran her tongue all over John’s testicles and up the underneath side of his stiff dick all the way to the head and back down to his balls. She lifted one of his legs, leaned over and bit him gently on the inner thigh and then pushed his knee towards his chest until John took her hint and hooked his hand behind his knee and held his leg up in the air for her. Janet immediately lifted his other leg and did the same until he held that leg up for her also. Janet had finally got John into the position that she always wanted to get a guy into. John lay naked on his bed and on his back like a turtle. He had his hands behind both knees holding his thighs against his chest with the soles of his feet pointing at the ceiling. Janet slid her hands down the backs of his thighs and down to the cheeks of John’s ass. She now had the opportunity to do what she had fantasized about doing to a naked guy. She spread her brother’s ass cheeks apart with her thumbs and leaned in and stuck out her tongue and wiggled the tip of it against John’s wrinkled asshole. “Oh fuck Sis... that’s not my balls that you’re licking... but damn that felt good... oh fuck that feels really good!” “I’m going to lick your asshole until I make you cum,” Janet warned John. John didn’t know if that was even possible, but his sister’s tongue felt so good that he was not about to stop his sister from trying. He laid there reveling in the sensations that his sister’s tongue created deep inside his testicles by licking his anus. Janet licked her brother’s asshole for several minutes, never letting up and thoroughly enjoying herself. “You know what this means Sis... I’m going to have to do the same thing to you... damn your tongue feels good.” As Janet licked her brother’s asshole John’s orgasm got closer and closer. He tried to hold off but when Janet curled the tip of her tongue and tried to force it past his sphincter muscle is when John’s balls imploded. He shot ropes of sperm all over his chest and stomach. “Ah fuck... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...” John lay on his bed panting as he slowly lowered his legs and put his feet back on the floor. He glanced down at his sister and watched her as she stood up and took off her robe. She bent over and picked up the towel off John’s bedroom floor and tossed it on his chest. John started cleaning his cum off his chest and stomach. “Wow... I didn’t know that I could cum just from having my asshole licked, I didn’t know it was so sensitive, that was an unexpected and very enjoyable experience.” Janet sat on John’s bed, scooted her ass to the middle of the bed and lay down on her back next to John and looked over at him. “Payback time... do you remember what you said that you would do if I asked you to kiss my ass? Start kissing my ass Bro.” Janet raised her legs in the air and pointed her toes at the ceiling and put her hands behind her thighs to hold her legs straight up and spread her legs wide apart. John quickly got off his bed turned and looked down between Janet’s thighs at the mysterious folds of pink skin. He had never seen a girl’s pussy up close before. John got down on his knees and ran his hands down the backs of his sister’s thighs to her ass cheeks. He used his fingers to spread her cheeks further apart as he leaned in and took a tentative lick across Janet’s asshole. His eyes never strayed from staring at her pussy. “Damn, that does feel good!” Not finding the act of analingus disagreeable, John started licking his sister’s asshole slowly, sensually. The more she moaned in pleasure the more he got into licking her asshole and squeezing her cheeks. Janet slid her hands down the backs of her thighs to her pussy. She started sliding the fingers of one hand rapidly back and forth across her pussy stimulating her clitoris as she shoved two fingers of her other hand deep into her vagina. John’s eyes watched his sister’s hands as he used his tongue to stimulate her asshole. “Oh damn John... your tongue is just as good as your fingers... Oh God, you’re going to make me cum!” Janet’s fingers blurred in John’s vision as she rubbed them back and forth briskly across her clit, her other hand repeated jammed two fingers vigorously in and out of her vagina. "Ahhhhh... Ohhhh... Ohhhh... Ohhhh yessss lick my ass.” Suddenly Janet stopped stimulating her pussy and grabbed her thighs right below her knees as she looked at the top of John’s head. “Eat me John! Eat my pussy!” “I don’t know how to eat pussy Sis, you’ll have to guide me,” John said as he looked up between his sister’s thighs at her face. “Use your tongue and lips, suck on my lips, French kiss it and tease my clit with your tongue, hell I don’t know, I’ve never eaten pussy either,” Janet chuckled, “But I’m pretty sure that whatever you down there with your mouth and tongue will make me fucking cum all over your face. Please John, I need to cum!” John could smell is sister’s heated pussy, her fragrance filled his nostrils. He found her aroma to be very arousing. The thought of her cumming all over his face was fantastically inspirational. John leaned forward again; he looked at the pink target and then opened his mouth wide and put his mouth directly on his sister’s pussy. He sucked her lips completely into his mouth and parted her pussy lips with his tongue and licked and sucked on everything he could feel with his tongue. The reaction of his sister as he ravished her pussy with his mouth convinced John that he would be eating pussy for the rest of his life. It only took a couple of minutes to eat Janet to orgasm. “Oooooo... Ouuu... Yessss, yessss, don't stop, I'm cummmmmming!" Janet reached down and grabbed two hands full of the hair of John’s head and pulled his face tighter against her pussy. Her hips wiggled and bounced as she almost screamed; that pleased John, he just sucked and teased that much harder. "Oooooo... Ooh... Ouuu... Ah... Ah fuck... Oooooo..." As Janet’s hips and ass quivered under John’s onslaught he could tell that his sister was cumming because the taste of the juices that he was sucking out of her pussy actually changed. The taste turned a little bit tangy, stronger, and her juices tasted just a little bit bitterer. He jammed his tongue straight into her vagina, as deep as he could get it and tried to locate the source of that fantastic taste, even as he sucked harder on her pussy lips. “Oh God John you gotta stop... please stop... I can’t take anymore!” Janet had to push forcefully against John’s forehead to get him to stop eating her pussy. “I’ll eat your pussy anytime you want me to Sis,” John panted, “you are delicious!” John knelt on the floor, staring between his sister’s thighs, he reached out and picked up the towel he used after his shower and started wiping his sister’s orgasmic juices off his face. He was smiling, he was happy, he’d found a new hobby. He leaned forward and started dabbing Janet’s pussy dry with the towel. Janet twitched when he slid the towel up and down her pussy lips. The more John rubbed her pussy with the towel the wider his sister spread her legs apart. John pulled the towel out of the way and used his fingers to spread her pussy lips apart trying to see her clitoris. “Is that your clit there?” He asked as he explored the top of her slit with the tip of one finger. “Yeah, do you want to see it better?” Janet said as she still panted for breath as she reached down and spread her lips apart with her fingers as she pressed downward firmly, flattening her puffy lips, causing her clitoris to stick up and out more prominently. She liked the way John studied her pussy. “You said your clit is like a small penis?” “Well sort of, it’s a very sensitive part of a girl’s pussy.” “If it’s like a penis then I guess it likes to be sucked off too,” John stated as he leaned down and wrapped his lips tightly around his sister’s exposed clit and tried to suck it into his mouth as he flicked his tongue rapidly against the tip of it. “Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." Janet’s hands slammed down on John’s bed and she balled his sheets in her fists and her hips jumped upward to met John’s attacking lips and tongue. John slid his hands under his sister’s ass and lifted her hips, holding her forcefully against his mouth as his tongued danced over her clit for a couple of minutes. Janet’s second orgasm rolled over her quickly. “Oh shit... oh shit... you fucking pervert... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... stop... please stop... I can’t take anymore!” Janet yelled as she pushed her hands against John’s forehead and shoulders, pushing him away. “Yep, Sis you certainly are fun to eat,” John smiled as he wiped his face with his hands again. “You bastard... You gotta stop when I say stop... You’re going to kill me... I ain’t got time for this... I gotta vacuum the house and now my legs are so weak I probably can’t even walk,” Janet chided as she panted for breath. “If I remember correctly Sis, you started this shit.” “Wait a minute; I didn’t walk past your bedroom wearing a jock strap with my ass hanging out.” “No.., you just run around in your little outfits with your tits bouncing and those skimpy pants that show off your camel toe and wedgies showing off the cheeks of your ass.” “Yeah, well I noticed that you like to stared at me a lot, I also noticed that you’d stare until you get a hardon and then you’d run off to the bathroom to jack off,” Janet cackled. “And that’s your fault also because you intentionally tease me.” Janet sat up on the bed and smiled at her brother as he stood up. Her eyes traveled up and down his naked body. “Help me up you pervert,” Janet asked as she reached out and John grabbed her hands and pulled his sister to her feet. She immediately pressed her naked body against her naked brother’s. “I gotta do some laundry and vacuum the whole house and I have to get it all done before Mom gets back with the groceries.” “I’ll help my sweet tasting sister... I don’t know how to do the laundry but I can push a vacuum cleaner around.” “If you vacuum for me I swear that I’ll make you happy that you did...” “Promises, promises...” “I owe you one remember, so I’ll do for you what my ex-boyfriend wanted me to do for him.., after mom and dad go to bed tonight I’m going to come back in here and suck the cream filling right out of the middle of your Twinkie,” Janet promised with a sparkle in her eyes. “You’re kidding sis; you’d really do that for me?” “I’m going to suck your balls dry, I’d do it right now if we had time,” Janet swore as she reached down and gently grabbed John’s genitals, “I might not be able to swallow every drop, because you squirt out a whole bunch of cum.., but I promise to damn sure try.” Janet released John’s genitals and bent over and picked up her robe. She headed for John’s bedroom door. John stared at his sister’s gorgeous and naked ass as she walked away. “Hey Bro... I’ll wash your jock strap in the first load if you promise to wear that to bed tonight... I want to munch on your butt while you’re wearing that sexy jock strap.” “Okay... but only if you wear my favorite wedgie panties. I want to nibble on your fantastic cheeks and squirt cum all over your ass.” “Do you want me to wear those pants or should I wear a pair of Mom’s?” Janet laughed at the shocked look on her brother’s face. She quickly closed his bedroom door before he could throw the pillow at her that he reached for and headed for her bedroom to get dressed. John just stood there for a moment, he was flummoxed. His mother’s figure flashed through his mind. What would it feel like to eat his mother’s pussy or cum in the crack of her ass? He shook the image from his head and started getting dressed. ++++ Later that night the house was quite as everybody had gone to bed. John was in bed and about to doze off when he heard the hinges of his bedroom door squeak as Janet stepped into his bedroom and closed his door behind her. He looked over at his door and could make out Janet’s shape in his dimly lit bedroom. He glanced at his alarm clock, it showed midnight. “Are you awake?” Janet whispered from the darkness. “Nah, I’m asleep,” John retorted. “Well then I guess I’ll go back to my room.” “You get your pretty ass over here and molest me, you made me a promise.” Janet stood at his door and let her eyes get accustomed to the darkness of his room. After about 15 or 20 seconds she could see well enough to walk over to his bed. She reached down and pulled John’s sheet down to the foot of the bed uncovering her brother. “Roll over onto your stomach Bro, I want to see your sexy butt,” Janet whispered. John took the pillow out from under his head and placed it in the center of his bed and quickly rolled over on it placing his stomach on it. The pillow under his stomach elevated his ass into the air. He felt his sister sit on the edge of his bed. Then he felt his sister’s hands slowly sliding up the backs of his thighs to his ass. The softness of her touch gave him goose bumps. “Spread your legs further apart. You got a nice butt Bro,” Janet whispered just before she leaned forward and bit him gently on one cheek. John relaxed as Janet’s hands unhurriedly stroked his muscular ass and thighs for a few minutes. Then she used both hands to slowly spread the cheeks of his ass apart as she wedged her face between his cheeks and started lathering her brother’s asshole with her tongue. The jock strap interfered with John getting an erection, it was too tight and restrictive, it wouldn’t allow John’s dick to lengthen and fill with blood. “Sis I gotta take this jock strap off, it’s getting really uncomfortable, it’s hurting my dick,” John whispered. Janet slid her hand down over John's ass and down between his legs and pushed her fingers down below his asshole. She tried to slide her fingers between his jock strap pouch and his testicles, but his jock strap was too tight. “You’re right, it’s really tight, let me help you take that off,” Janet whispered. John lifted his hips as his sister wiggled and pulled on his jock strap until she finally got it down over his ass and down his thighs. She pulled them off over his feet and tossed them in the middle of John’s bedroom floor with the pile of his other discarded clothes. “Roll over on your back John.” John’s dick, free of restraints, had sprung to attention and waved around in the air, flopping back and forth as he rolled onto his back. As soon as John got comfortable on his back he felt his sister’s hands on his cock. His sister wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his dick. She slowly jacked her hand up and down on his shaft. John put his hand on his sister’s thigh and slid his hand up between her legs to her pussy. He rubbed the back of one finger very lightly back and forth over her wet and puffy lips. “Are you going to do what you promised?” John asked hopefully. “Shush, I’m building up my courage, this is my first time. Give me a minute.” “Could I eat you at the same time? That might help.” “Yeah, that sounds nasty... let’s do that. How do you want to do it?” “Why don’t you just straddle my face?” “You sweet talker you. How could a girl turn down an offer to straddle a guy’s face?” Janet snickered and then stood up and dropped her robe on the floor. She turned around and crawled back onto the bed on her hands and knees facing John’s feet. She carefully threw one leg over John’s chest and put her hands next to his hips. Janet slowly bent her elbows and leaned forward and apprehensively wet her lips and then stuck out her tongue. She flattened her tongue against the head of John’s dick and licked a slow wet path from the head of John’s dick, down his urethra tube all the way to his testicles. She opened her mouth and gently sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. John moaned softly as he slid his hands up his sister's thighs to her panties. Janet let John’s testicle fall out of her mouth as she leaned over, putting more weight on one elbow as she slid her other hand under John’s ass. Janet’s finger played with John’s dangling testicles. “Hold it straight up for me John.” John reached down and grabbed the base of his dick and pointed his cock straight up at the ceiling. Janet leaned down again and slid her wet lips over the head of John’s dick; John could feel his sister’s tongue circling the crown of his dick. John moaned softly again as he felt his sister’s sucking mouth slide half way down the shaft of his dick and then back up to the head. “Spread you knees Sis, I can’t raise my head high enough to get to your pussy.” John waited for his sister to spread her legs, but his sister just continued sliding her mouth up and down the shaft of his dick. After a minute or so John’s hips started irresistibly rising to meet his sister’s sucking mouth. For the next couple of minutes John couldn’t tell if he was slow fucking his sister’s mouth or if she was mouth fucking his dick. His sister’s mouth and the things she did with her tongue felt incredible. He took his hand off his dick, the way his sister sucked on his dick he didn’t need to hold it straight up anymore, she did that with her mouth. John ran his hands up his sister’s arms and along her sides and slid them down and cradled her naked breasts and teased her nipples with his fingers remembering that she liked that. He pinched her nipples gently and rolled them between his fingers. His hips started raising and lowering faster as Janet sucked harder on his dick and tried to push a finger up into his asshole. John slid his hands down over his sister’s hips and panty covered ass. He put his hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed her knees outward, which lowered her hips towards his mouth, he pushed her knees wider until her panties were just above his mouth. He raised his head up between his sister’s thighs and sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. He mouthed her pussy lips for about a minute before it dawned on him that he should have had a mouth full of the crotch of his sister’s panties, but instead he had her pussy lips in his mouth. Then he remembered that earlier when Janet sat on his bed he’d reached between her legs and played with her pussy lips. He’d touched her pussy, why hadn’t he felt the crotch of her panties then? John reached up and started exploring his sister’s panties in the dimly lit bedroom with his hands. When he slid his hands down over her ass he felt an opening in the back of the panties. He dropped his head back down on the bed. “What the hell are you wearing, these panties feel like they’re ripped, or something?” John asked as he strained to keep from cumming in his sister’s mouth as she bobbed her head rapidly, sucking hard trying to make him cum. Janet stopped sucking and raised her head just long enough to answer his question. She knew that John was very close to blowing his load. “They’re Mom’s favorite pair of crotch-less pants.” Janet felt John's balls twitch against her fingers when she said that and she immediately dropped her head back down and covered the head of John’s dick with her mouth again as John moaned aloud. Janet quickly started jacking the shaft of John’s dick as John groaned longer this time as his hips rose completely up off the bed and his testicles pulsated as his cock started spitting cum into the back of his sister’s throat. Janet used one hand to squeeze her brother’s ass cheeks repeatedly as he squirted. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." John moaned loudly as Janet swallowed as much as she could. She thought she’d mentally prepared herself for the volume of sperm that her brother would shoot into her mouth but she had not given a though to the explosive nature, the sheer power, of his ejaculations. She almost choked as rope after rope of hot cum blasted into the back of her throat. Janet swallowed rapidly in self defense. John almost hyperventilated as he panted for breath as his dick finally stopped squirting and started going soft. His sister just gave him the most powerful orgasm that he’d ever had in his entire life. Janet gently sucked on John’s wilting dick until he went completely soft and then she let his dick fall out of her mouth. She licked his balls for a few seconds and then pushed herself more upright by straightening her arms. “Wow... I wasn’t ready for all of THAT!” John wrapped his arms around his sister’s hips and raised his head and buried his face between her thighs as his mouth and tongue assaulted her pussy. He licked everything he could reach with his tongue, he jabbed his tongue at her vagina then alternated with swiping his tongue across her asshole, and then he tried to suck her clit into his mouth. “God John you eat me so goooood!” Janet exclaimed as she relaxed her thighs and settled her pussy harder on her brother’s face. Janet relaxed her arms and dropped her face down between John’s thighs and nuzzled her face against his testicles. Her hips started a slow wiggle and gyration motion on John’s face. The undulation of her hips started getting more animated. Her movements just spurred John on; he gripped her butt cheeks tight and lapped and sucked more vehemently. “Ohhhh yessss lick me,” Janet hugged John's thighs tightly as her orgasm got closer. John slid one hand over Janet’s ass and tried to wiggle a finger up into her anus. “Oooooo... Ooh... Ouuu... you nasty fuck... Oh... Oh... Oh shit." Janet’s orgasm rolled over her in waves as she just kind of melted on top of John. Her thighs and her arms turned to Jell-O, she lay heavily on John's chest, unable to move or lift herself off of him. John didn’t mind. He stroked her back and the curve of her rump lovingly as he continued to gently suck on her pussy. Finally Janet lifted one thigh and rolled off John and turned around in the bed and stretched out next to him. She crushed her bare tits against his bicep and reached down and gently rested her hand on his spent genitals. “God sis that was the hardest that I’ve ever cummed! Thank you, I’m glad that you gave me my first blowjob right here in my own bed. It just felt kind of natural, doing it here in my bedroom.” “I think that I will get better at it with more practice. You wouldn’t mind that too much would you? And, by the way, you eat me so well... I think you might have lied to me about never eating pussy before.” “Nope... yours is the only pussy that I’ve ever tasted.” “I think that maybe there’s another pussy that you’d love to get a taste of... isn’t there?” “I’m not sure whom you would be referring to,” John tried to figure out which one of his old girlfriends or which one of his sister’s friends that she was talking about. She had at least one girlfriend that John would eat if given a chance. “You can act like you don’t know who I’m talking about but I ain’t buying that.” “Give me a hint; I really don’t know who you’re talking about, honestly.” “Mom!” “What... No, no you’re wrong!” “Bullshit... as soon as I told you that I was wearing Mom’s crotch-less pants you squirted in my mouth and tried to drown me.” “I squirted in your mouth because that’s what you wanted... That’s why you came to my room...” “So, you’re not turned on in the least by me wearing Mom’s crotch-less pants?” “I didn’t know what they were and I didn’t know that Mom had panties like that. I didn’t even know anybody made panties like that.” “So Mom saw your dick twice today... and you didn’t get turned on in the least? You’ve never even thought about eating Mom’s pussy or fucking her?” “I thought about her fingering her pussy... but that’s only because you put the thought in my head. I’ve never thought of Mom in a sexual way.” “So your dick is getting hard again and that has nothing to do with you thinking about Mom’s pussy?” “NO... I’m getting hard again because you got your hand on my dick and I love the way you play with it.” “You know Mom and Dad don’t have sex much anymore right?” “No I didn’t know that. Why aren’t they?” “Mom loves sex; she wants it all the time, but Dad is one of those once a month and missionary position only guys.” “Geez Sis, I didn’t need to hear that... how do you know all this?” “Girls talk... Mom told me... She told me that Dad doesn’t care for oral sex either... She’s a pretty sexually frustrated person; it surprised me that she didn’t jump your bod when she saw you naked.” “Mom is built like the proverbial brick shithouse.” “Yeah... And I’d bet that you’d love to see her naked too.” “Well okay, yeah... I’d like to see Mom naked. Just to see...” “Your dick’s like totally hard again Bro... So which is it? Are you thinking about eating Mom’s pussy or fucking her?” Janet asked as her hand slowly started jacking John’s cock shaft. “Right now, I’m thinking about how much I’d like to put my dick in my sexy ass little sister’s delicious pussy,” John responded as his hand slid down Janet’s stomach to her crotch-less pants. Janet’s pussy was again soaking wet. “I was wondering when that subject was going to come up.” “I figured that you wouldn’t want to do that... with me.” “Well... I do want to try it... I think that you and I should try it at least once... that way I’ll know if I want to be a brother-fucker or not,” Janet whispered in John’s ear as she gave John’s dick a mighty squeeze in her fist, eliciting a moan from John. “Ah damn Sis, you got very talented hands.” “You can thank my ex-boyfriend for that... why don’t you just stay right where you’re at, I want to get on top.” Janet released her grip on John’s erection and rolled over on top of him and sat upright with her ass straddling her brother’s thighs. She put one hand on John’s chest and reached down with her other hand and gently grabbed her brother’s stiff cock. Janet leaned a little forward, using her brother’s chest to keep her balance, raised her ass higher in the air as she started sliding the head of John’s dick back and forth between her lubricated pussy lips. “Ohhh God Sis...” John gasped as his hands tightened on Janet’s thighs and his hips rose upward as he tried to shove his dick up into his sister’s vagina. “Shush! You’ll wake up Mom and Dad. Lay still bro, let Jesse rob this train.” Janet slid the head of John’s dick towards her vagina. She rose up slightly again and rubbed the head of his dick back and forth between her lips for a few seconds and then held it in place as she lowered her hips and took the head and the first two inches of John’s dick in her vagina. “Let Jesse do what?” John chuckled but quickly shut up and his voice trailed away as he felt the head of his dick penetrate his sister’s vaginal opening. “Oh my God,” Janet whispered between clinched teeth. “Oh fuck,” John panted as he stared between his sister’s legs in the dimly lit bedroom and watched his dick partially disappear up into his sister. Janet rose up slightly again adjusting the angle of attack and then settled down lower taking over half of her brother’s dick inside her. She rose up slightly again and then lowered again taking a little more of John’s dick. She rose up again, taking John’s dick completely out of her pussy and rubbed the head of his dick briskly between her wet lips spreading his precum around and then she squeezed the shaft of his dick with her hand wrapped tightly at the base of his dick then slid her hand slowly upward forcing more precum out of the head of her brother’s dick. Then she repositioned his dick at the right angle and slowly lowered her pussy down on his dick until she was sitting on his lap with her brother’s dick buried to the hilt and her ass rested on his balls. “Oh God... I’m so sorry,” Janet whimper. “Do you want to stop?” “No... Oh no! I’m sorry that I waited so long to do this with you. You looked at me sometimes with pure lust in your eyes... that look just turns me on, makes my pussy wet. I wish you would have just asked me... I would have said yes.” “Oh so I should have just asked if I could fuck you?” “That’s a little crude... but that might have worked.” “Or maybe I should have just left the bathroom door wide open when you made me so horny that I had to jack off.” “Yes.., that would have worked without a doubt. I would love to watch you jacking off!” “Oh fuck you’re hot,” John gasped. “You’re pretty hot too Bro,” Janet panted. “No... I meant the inside of your pussy is soooo fucking warm.” “God Bro, your dick just fills me up,” Janet said as she leaned forward and flattened her tits against John’s chest as she lowered her face to John’s and kissed John directly on the mouth. “I love you Bro!” John’s hands went down under Janet’s crotch-less panty covered ass and he lifted her hips slightly higher, giving himself room to move. Janet slipped her tongue between her brother’s lips. As Janet explored John’s mouth with her tongue John lifted her hips high enough with his hands to pull his dick about half way back out and then he slammed his hips forcibly upwards to meet hers, driving his dick deep and powerfully into his sister’s pussy. “Oh fuck John,” Janet groaned into John’s mouth. “Oh fuck,” John moaned back as he pulled his hips downward again and then slammed his hips back upward against his sister’s. He drove his dick as deep into his sister’s pussy as he could. He pulled back and slammed her again and again and again. Janet lay limp on top of her brother as he repeatedly drove his dick upward into her. John wanted more leverage; he needed more leverage. He wrapped his arms around his sister’s body and rolled her over as he held her tightly. She ended up on her back with John on top of her. She relaxed on her back and looked up at her brother. “Fuck me John,” Janet moaned as she wrapped her arms around John’s neck and wrapped her thighs around John’s waist and crossed her ankles behind his back, “pound my pussy with your beautiful cock.” John straightened his arms and planted his toes on the mattress in a standard push up pose and proceeded to repeatedly drive his dick deep into and out of his sister’s pussy. Janet moaned with every thrust. She took her arms from around John’s neck and slid one hand down his back to his ass and pressed downward each time he slammed his hips forward. She slid one finger of that hand between his ass cheeks and used the tip of her finger to stimulate his anus as he fucked her. She twisted her upper body off to one side and took her free hand and reached down around her crotch-less panty covered butt and used her fingers to try to hold John’s testicles against her ass as he fucked her. John tried to hold back. It was difficult as his sister threw her head back and grunted with every stroke. He loved her grimacing face, she was so beautiful. One of her fingers kept pressure on his asshole, teasing it. John started fucking his sister at a faster pace, he couldn’t help himself. “Cum inside me John, I want to feel your dick squirting!” John wasn’t ready to cum; he didn’t want to ever stop fucking his sister. He didn’t want the sensation of having his dick in a warm pussy to ever end. Nevertheless, his climax was approaching fast. He felt his sister’s fingers pressing his nuts against her ass crack. “Pretend that you’re fucking Mom... Squirt your nasty fucking cum in Mom’s pussy.” John groaned as his back hunched as he slammed his groin against his sister’s and tried to push his dick as far up into her pussy as he could get it. John’s dick squirted, it squirted and squirted, filling Janet’s pussy with his hot incestuous cum. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." “Ohhhhh God I can feel you squirting Bro,” Janet whispered as she pushed the tip of a finger into her brother’s anus as she felt his testicles pulsating with the fingertips of her other hand as they emptied their contents into her pussy. John’s energy drained out of him through his dick. With every squirt inside his sister’s pussy his energy level dropped precipitously. His arms gave out and he ended up putting all his weight on his sister. He lay on her panting for a couple of minutes. “I don’t want you to pull out but you’re crushing me Bro.” “Sorry Sis,” John responded as he rolled off slightly to one side. He didn’t mean to pull out but his change in position to take his weight off his sister had caused his shrinking dick to dislodge from her pussy. The siblings lay next to each other on John’s bed. Neither spoke for a few minutes both of them just relaxed as thousands of thoughts and emotions ran through their minds. Janet rolled over towards her brother and threw her arm over his chest and snuggled up to him, crushing her boobs against his bicep. “I’ve decided,” Janet whispered in John's ear. John could barely hold his eyes open; he had no energy left in his body. “What have you decided?” John mumbled sleepily. “I’ve decided that I want to be a brother-fucker... You can fuck me or eat me anytime we can get away with it,” Janet whispered in John’s ear and then kissed the side of his face. “Same here Sis, you can fuck me, suck me, have me eat you, or jack me off anytime you feel like it,” John laughed. Janet laid there for a few relaxing moments before moving. She untangled herself from John and swung her legs off his bed and stood up. She felt John’s cum trying to drain out of her pussy. She quickly reached down and picked up one of John’s discarded sweat socks and quickly jammed it between her legs. She picked up her robe and turned and looked at John. He was already asleep, snoring gently. Janet stared at John’s naked body for a few seconds. She walked around to the side of the bed where she could get a closer look at John. She leaned over and kissed the head of John’s dick, she could smell her pussy on his dick. She fleetingly toyed with the idea of sucking John off while he slept but decided that he probably didn’t have any cum left in him and she was too tired anyway. She had to get to bed. She walked to his bedroom door and turned again for a quick look at her naked brother before silently slipping out of his room and down the hall to her bedroom. When Janet got to her room she walked over to her bed and crawled under the sheet, she laid face down and immediately fell into a sexually sated sleep. ++++ Doris did not have a good night’s sleep. She tossed and turned all night and finally gave up trying to sleep about three o’clock in the morning. She didn’t know what was depriving her of sleep unless it was the mental picture of her naked son that she couldn’t get out of her head. Instead of lying awake in bed tossing and turning Doris decided to get up and finish up the laundry. If she got everything done then she could lay by the pool, drink vodka, and work on her tan all weekend long. She felt stressed out; she needed a day with vodka to unwind. She climbed out of bed, put her bathrobe on and silently left her bedroom and went to the bathroom. When she left the bathroom she did something that she hadn’t done since her kids were little, she went to check on her children. She didn’t know why, she just needed to check on her children. Doris opened John’s bedroom door and peeked in. In the dimly lit room she immediately saw John’s tee-shirt, shorts, and jock strap lying in the middle of his bedroom floor. She shook her head at her son’s sloppiness as she automatically entered John’s room and walked over and picked up her son’s dirty clothes. She only found one sweat sock though and glanced around the floor looking for the other sock but didn’t see it anywhere. Did the one missing sock syndrome start here and not in the clothes dryer, or did her son go to bed wearing one sock, she mused as she glanced over at John’s sleeping form. Doris’s mouth dropped open. John lay on top of his sheets. The night light from the hallway, coming through the open bedroom door lit up the room. With the light shining in Doris could plainly see that her son was completely naked. It was a pleasant surprise to see her son naked again, she didn’t know that he slept naked or she’d be checking on him more often. She knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t stop herself from tiptoeing over to John’s bed to get a better look at her son’s naked physique. Doris stopped short as her breath caught in her chest. She now knew why her son looked so manly when he was dripping sweat. She didn’t have to wonder anymore about how big John’s dick would be if he had a hardon. If she really wanted to know all she would have to do is get a ruler and measure it. Doris stared at John’s throbbing erection for a full thirty seconds before she snapped out of her hardon induced trance. Damn, Doris thought, John’s dick is as big if not even bigger than his Dad’s. She couldn’t remember the last time her husband had a nocturnal erection; he used to get them all the time when he was younger and they were first married. A couple of times she’d awakened her husband by taking advantage of his nocturnal tumescence, once while giving him a blowjob and once when she’d jumped on it and rode his erection like a pogo stick. She reluctantly walked quietly backwards towards John’s bedroom door, never taking her eyes off of her son’s mesmerizing erection. She could feel moister in her pants already. Doris slowly closed John’s bedroom door and leaned back against the hallway wall to catch her breath. Yes, she’s definitely going to have to check on the kids more often. Does John sleep naked every night? Doris wasn’t thinking straight yet, her mind’s eye still seeing her son’s erection when she opened Janet’s bedroom door and peaked in. Janet was asleep on her stomach and only partially covered by a sheet. Doris walked over to Janet’s bed and started to pull the sheet over Janet and that’s when she noticed two things. The first thing was that her daughter was wearing a pair of her crotch-less pants and the second thing was the discovery of John’s missing sweat sock. Doris’s knees almost buckled when the obvious facts registered in her brain. Her son and daughter were fucking each other. All the proof she needed was on that sweat sock that lay between Janet’s thighs. She could plainly see that the sweat sock had an enormous amount of dried sperm on it. Doris left Janet’s room in a daze. She went down to the laundry room and tossed John’s clothes and the one sock in the laundry hamper. She was on automatic pilot as she moved wet clothes from the washer to the dryer and then separated clothes and loaded the washing machine with clothes and soap; her mind wasn’t on the laundry. How long had those two been having sex and she didn’t know it? She slowly came to the realization that the reason that it bothered her was not the fact that her son and daughter were having sex with each other. She’d started fucking her brother when she was younger and they still enjoy screwing each other occasionally. She didn’t find incest all that damning. What bothered Doris the most was the fact that her children were having sex and she wasn’t. Why was Janet wearing her crotch-less pants? Was it Janet’s idea to wear her mother’s pants or was it her son’s idea. Did John want Janet to wear her pants so he could fantasy about fucking his mother? The more Doris thought about it the wetter her pussy got. Doris made up her mind. She left the laundry room and went back up to her bedroom. She walked over to the bed and gently pulled the covers off of her sleeping husband. She leaned over and unbuttoned the fly of her husband’s pajama bottoms. Doris knelt down by the bed and leaned in and tenderly pulled her husband’s flaccid dick out of his fly, she put her face down by his groin and gently covered the head of her husband’s dick with her mouth. She started slowly circling the head of his dick with her tongue and sucking gently, trying to get his dick hard, but not necessarily wanting him to wake up. Her husband reached down and sleepily pushed her head away. Doris immediately put her head back at his groin and again sucked the head of her husband’s dick back into her mouth. Before she could start using her tongue again her husband again reached down and pushed her face away from his groin and then rolled over on his belly. Doris was so horny she wanted to cry. She hadn’t had sex in months. Fuck you, you bastard she thought. Doris stood up, looked down at her sleeping husband. I know somebody else in this house that has a dick that’s the same size as yours. Doris walked over to her bedroom door and walked out. She went straight to John’s bedroom and opened his door and looked at her naked son. John woke up when he heard the squeaky hinge of his bedroom door and opened his eyes just enough to look at the door. The hallway night light shined through his door and his mother’s nightgown, silhouetting her, he recognized his mother’s figure outlined in his doorway. He sleepily closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Doris closed John’s bedroom door behind her, she waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim light of John’s bedroom and then tip-toed over and knelt down by John’s bed. Doris looked at her son’s dick, his hardon had vanished. Doris wasn’t worried about that, she knew how to make a guy’s dick get hard and she was determined to make John get another erection. John sensed his mother’s presence next to his bed. He pretended to be sleeping. He realized that he was naked and lying on top of his sheets but it was too late to do anything about that now. Maybe she was just curious and wanted to get a better look at her growing boy after he’d flashed her in the laundry room. Doris pursued her lips, leaned forward, and gently blew on John’s testicles. She leaned back and watched his testicles reacting to her breath. Doris blew on her son’s balls again. John’s testicles moved inside their ball sack. She leaned over and gently ran her tongue very lightly over John’s testicles, just enough to make them slightly wet, and then she leaned back in and gently huffed her warm breath on John’s testicles again. That time she got the reaction she was going for. John struggled to lay still and control his breathing. He felt his mother blowing on his testicles, his pubic hair was moving. Holy shit, did his mother just lick his balls? He knew that she had because he felt the heating effect as she gently huffed her warm breathe on his wet testicles. He couldn’t stop it, he felt the tell tale sign, he was getting an erection. Shit, he thought, Mom is making me hard. Does she just want to see how big it is? John’s testicles stirred and then his dick started moving, it rolled to one side, Doris waited patiently as she watched her son’s dick start getting fatter and stiffening up. Doris pushed one hand down inside her pants; she slipped a finger into her moist pussy as she watched her son’s dick slowly growing to full length. Doris eyes grew wide as she watched her son’s dick getting bigger and bigger and bigger. She waited until John’s dick got completely rigid. Doris was impressed; damn his dick was just as big as his dad’s. Okay Mom, John thought, now that you’ve seen my erection, is your curiosity satisfied? So now will you leave my room? Doris slowly reached out and lightly wrapped her fingers around her son’s erection. Just touching her son’s dick sent an incestuous thrill through her loins. Doris’s driving force was her sexual frustration. After seeing and feeling his unyielding erection in her hand Doris threw caution to the wind. Oh damn, John thought, what are you doing Mom? You’re going to make me squirt all over both of us if you don’t take your hand off my dick. God Mom, I can smell your pussy! Doris wanted so badly to taste her son’s cum; she wanted to make him blow his load down her throat. It wasn’t the thought of incest that stopped her. She presumed that a hand job or a normal blowjob would wake him up. How could she make him cum without waking him up? Doris decided that her best plan of action would be to do to her son what she used to do for her brother. She put her hand between John’s stiff dick and his stomach, the back of her hand rested on his stomach and his erection rested in the palm of her hand. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his shaft but resisted the temptation. Instead Doris just used her thumb to start rubbing on the underneath side of the helmet, the magic spot, as her brother called it. Only her thumb moved, up and down, up and down on the spot where the helmet meets the shaft as his dick rested in the palm of her hand. What is she doing? If she’s trying to jack me off, she’s not very good at it. Sis is a lot better at jacking off a guy; she needs to teach Mom how to do it the right way, John thought. Doris’s brother had told her that that area is one of the most sensitive spots of a man’s dick. Slowly rubbing only on that one area right there was a very slow but exotic way of jacking off a guy. Her brother had told her that for the first few minutes at least the guy doesn’t feel anything exciting but the continued rubbing slowly stimulates him; the guy’s excitement builds and builds until it finally makes him cum. Doris was thrilled that she only had to rub that magic area for a couple of minutes before a droplet of precum appeared at the slit in the head of John’s dick. She hadn’t thumbed a guy’s dick in years and was happy to find out that she still knew how. She used her thumb to wipe off the first droplet of her son’s precum and used it to lubricate her thumb and then went back to rubbing that sensitive area. Another droplet of precum immediately appeared. John was having problems controlling his breathing. He could feel the precum leaking out of the head of his dick. Damn, he thought, Mom is going to make me cum! Wow, Doris thought, I’m doing this to my son and I’ve never even done this for my husband. He was never patient enough to appreciate a nice slow thumb job, he always wants to cum in a hurry. This is excellent, she thought, because my hand won’t get tired, I could play with my son’s dick and keep him hard and leaking precum all night if I wanted to. When the droplet of precum grew larger Doris leaned over and sucked the droplet off the head of John’s dick and that’s when she got a subtle whiff of her daughter’s pussy wafting off of John’s dick. Doris almost climaxed when her lips touched the head of her son’s cock. She moaned as she savored the taste of her son’s precum as she leaned back and continued to rub her thumb in that one magic spot. Oh shit, John thought, Mom just kissed the head of my dick! If she does that again I’ll squirt all over her face! Doris watched her son’s nuts slowly drawing in and pulling up tight to his perineum; she’d jacked off enough dicks to know that those tightening balls meant that her son would be cumming very soon. She toyed with the idea of gently pulling John’s testicles back down away from his perineum so that she could prolong her thumb job session with her son but decided that would run a much higher risk of her son waking up. She had to refrain from stroking John’s dick faster as she fought off the erg to jack off her son’s dick with the same speed that her husband demanded. Doris leaned forward, licked her dry lips, and held her son’s cock steady as she opened her mouth and slipped her wet lips gently over the head of his dick. The instant thrill of having her son’s dick incestuously in her mouth made her throw caution to the wind. All of a sudden she no longer cared if her son woke up and caught her sucking his dick. She’d deal with that problem if he woke up. No matter what, she was determined that she wasn’t going to quit until she tasted her son’s cum. She closed her mouth gently over the head of John’s dick, just holding it in her mouth with her soft wet lips as she used the tip of her tongue to slowly circle the ridge of the head and to continue teasing the magic spot. She fingered her pussy slowly but thumbed her clit vigorously as she held her son’s stiff dick in her mouth. Oh fuck, John thought, in your mouth Mom? That’s it I can’t hold back. Precum flowed freely from John’s dick making his mother swallow a few times before she suddenly felt the head of her son’s dick expanding mightily and then finally erupting and spewing her son’s sperm into the back of her throat. Doris climaxed as she felt rope after rope of her son’s hot cum blasting the back of her throat and filling her mouth as she greedily swallowed as fast as she could in self defense trying to keep up with the volume of sperm. Oh fuck, John thought, Mom swallows too! When John’s dick finally stopped spitting cum into her mouth, Doris swallowed one last time and then opened her mouth and released her son’s dick, letting it flop back down on his stomach. Then Doris slumped down and lay on the floor next to her son’s bed. She spread her legs wider and fingered her pussy rapidly as she thumbed her clit and pinched her nipples and stifled her moans until she had another climax as she withered quietly on the carpet next to her son’s bed. John could hear the wet sounds his mother’s fingers made as she repeatedly shoved them in and out of her pussy. He wished he could watch what she was doing. Doris lay on the floor until her breathing finally returned to something like normal. She knew that society says that she should feel bad about what she’d just done to her son, but she didn’t. Doris thought what the hell, he won’t miss the sperm, and his donation did so much to lift his mother’s spirits. It also dawned on Doris that she could do this to her son quite often if she was careful and nobody but her would ever know. Doris sat up slowly and then climbed up on her knees and knelt by her son’s bed again and glanced at her son’s face verifying that he was still asleep. Then she leaned over and decadently licked the last of John’s cum that had dribbled out of his shrinking dick off his stomach just above his pubic hair. She’d toyed with the idea of leaving those droplets of cum on his stomach so John would think that he’d had a wet dream. But she decided not to leave those tasty little droplets behind because she might want to do this again in the future, so she really didn’t want to leave any evidence behind. She got up off the floor and quietly walked over to John’s door and turned and looked at her naked son. After staring at John for a few moments she made up her mind. If her husband wasn’t going to fuck her anymore, then she needed to find out if her son would man up and take on that chore. After all he was fucking his sister. Could she get him to fuck her too? Would her son be willingly to donate his sperm for his mother’s well being? Would John be willing to stick that magnificent dick of his in his mother’s pussy repeatedly until she screamed in delight? And if he was willing to make love to his mother would her son react like his father did, would he reject her offer of anal sex? Today, she was so fucking horny that she vowed that she needed to get answers to her questions starting today. Doris turned and left her son’s bedroom. As soon as his bedroom door closed behind his mother, John reached down and grabbed his dick. With just a couple of squeezes he was hard again and jacking off rapidly as he fantasized about fucking his mother. It only took a couple of minutes of franticly jacking off before he blew another load of cum, this one all over his chest and stomach. Doris went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up and then returned to her bedroom and slowly slipped into bed next to her sleeping husband. She lay awake for a few minutes thinking about her son and daughter having sex. Thinking about John sliding his magnificent dick into his sister made her pussy wet again. She slid one hand down her pants and slipped two fingers into her vagina. She fingered her vagina as she teased her clit with her thumb, her other hand pinched and pulled on her nipples as she fantasized about sucking her son’s dick until she had another but much less significant climax. She glanced over at her sleeping husband. You could have had that blowjob that your son just got you stupid fuck; Doris thought before she rolled over and quickly fell asleep. ++++ Doris was making breakfast later on that Saturday morning when she opened the oven door and bent over to retrieve the tin of biscuits that just finished baking. She heard a loud wolf whistle behind her. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at her son. Her son looked startled. John had thought that it was his sister’s butt that he was ogling and whistling at. “Wow Mom, sorry, you just looked so hot it... ah just slipped out!” John couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling up and down his mother’s body as she bent over the oven’s door. Doris was wearing a matching set of bra and bikini panties. She had always worn her bathrobe around the house, John couldn’t remember the last time he saw his mother in her underwear. “I know I should be wearing my robe, and thank you kind sir for the whistle, even a woman my age likes to know that her body can still attract admirers. But your sister runs around in her underwear all the time and I haven’t heard any complaints from the men in this household.” “I’m not complaining!” John protested. “So put your eyes back in your head young man, stop ogling your mother’s butt because I’ll be wearing a bikini for the rest of the day so you might just as well get used to seeing me dressed like this.” “You don’t have to cover up on my account,” John grinned, “I enjoy looking at the beautiful women of this household in their underwear. Dad on the other hand, I’m pretty sure, might not want you parading around dressed so scantily.” “The hell with what your Dad wants,” Doris hadn’t meant for that statement to come out so venomously, “he’s gone to a golfing tournament for the whole weekend. He won’t be home until late Sunday night. And, another thing young man, I’ll dress as scantily as I want in my own house... or maybe... I’ll wear nothing at all... As a matter of fact, screw the bikini... I’m going skinny dipping today.” “Wow, Mom... I’d pay to see that, ah... ah, I’m sorry.., did I say that out loud?” John made a faux apology, not seriously trying to hide the fact that he’d love to see his mother naked. “You’re a little pervert aren’t you? Just because I walked in on you and saw you naked, you think you should get to see me naked, don’t you,” Doris laughed as she guessed correctly, she boldly baited her son, “but you won’t see your mother naked and skinny dipping young man.., unless of course, you’re skinny dipping right along side of me.” Doris had calculated that if she could get the clothing barrier out of the way, if she could just get her son naked, under any pretense, even an innocent one like skinny dipping, then the seduction of her son would be a foregone conclusion. She turned from the stove with a platter of pancakes. She bent over and set the platter down on the kitchen table in front of John. John’s eyes immediately went to his mother’s breasts. She hesitated long enough to let John get a good look. His eyes grew wide at the amount of cleavage that his mother’s bra displayed. Janet walked into the kitchen and joined her brother and mother. She wore her usual morning attire, bra, and pants, and sat down at the kitchen table. The three discussed the weather as they dug into the pancakes. John kept sneaking glances at his mother’s cleavage as he ate. “Mom’s says she’s going skinny dipping. And, I’m going to join her,” John said as he looked at Janet with a big smile on his face and winked. “Oh that’s rich... you were embarrassed about your towel falling off yesterday in front of us, but today you’re going to voluntarily take your clothes off and parade around naked in front of Mom and me... I’ll go skinny dipping with you two guys just to see that, but I do not believe for a second that you’d do that,” Janet laughed at her older brother. Doris said nothing. She hoped by keeping her mouth shut that Janet would goad her brother into skinny dipping. That was fine by her; she’d use anybody or anything in an attempt to get her son’s clothes off. “You think I’d pass up a chance to go skinny dipping with the two most beautiful women that I know?” “John, will you go out, after you finish eating breakfast, and clean the pool? Get all the leaves and other debris out of the pool,” Doris asked. “So when does the skinny dipping start?” Janet asked as she looked back and forth between her mother and her brother. “Give me a half hour to clean the pool,” John suggested. “You kids are joking around about skinny dipping and I’m serious.., I am going skinny dipping,” Doris proclaimed. “I’m not joking Mom. I’ll go skinny dipping with you,” John assured her. “Like your sister, I’m not sure I’m buying that either John, so here are the rules. After you clean the pool, if you’re not going to take your clothes off and join us, then you need to disappear. And, I don’t mean that you disappear to your bedroom where you can hide and peek out your window at the naked women around the pool either. That’s why we had a privacy fence put in. If you’re not going skinny dipping with us... then you don’t get to sneak around and peek out from behind your curtains at those who are.” “What do I have to do to convince you two that I’ll go skinny dipping with you guys?” “Be naked when Mom and I come out of the house or disappear,” Janet spouted. “Okay... it’s a deal,” John promised as he looked back and forth between his mother and his sister. “Okay, then that’s settled, I guess. When I go upstairs, I won’t be putting on my bikini,” Doris laughed then looked directly at John, “But when I look out my bedroom window I better see you naked as the day you were born.” “No problem,” John assured them. He pushed his finished breakfast plate away as he stood up. He turned and walked out of the kitchen and walked straight into the laundry room. Mother and daughter frowned at each other, wondering why John had gone into the laundry room. They sat chatting with each other as they finished their breakfast. Both had an inner excitement going on. Both females secretly desired to see John walking around naked. Just as the girls finished cleaning up the kitchen John came walking out of the laundry room. He was indeed naked. He walked through the kitchen headed for the door that lead to the backyard pool as both females wolf whistled at him at the same time. John carried several bath towels and sun tan lotion, one towel strategically placed in front of his groin area to protect his modestly. “Look at that, he’s cheating already. Let me get the door for you bro,” Janet offered as she ran to the door and opened it wide as her eyes surveyed what she could see of her naked brother. “Nice butt bro,” Janet said as she playfully slapped her brother’s bare ass as he walked past her and through the doorway towards the pool. The familiarity of that butt slap did not escape their mother’s attention. “The skinny dipping is at the pool, my sister that’s still wearing clothes... I’ll see ALL of both of you two ladies at the pool. That is, if you two guys don’t chicken out,” John said as he walked stiffly and self consciously through the kitchen and out the door. Janet closed the kitchen door and then walked over to the kitchen sink and stood next to Doris as both of them looked out the window and watched John walking to the pool. He put the towels down and went to the pool shed and picked up the cleaning pole and started walking around the pool capturing the floating leaves and pulling them out of the pool. The two females stared out the kitchen window at him. “Oh, I’m going to need some Vodka so that I can really enjoy this,” Doris said, “lots of Vodka... and lemonade,” Doris alleged as she looked at John’s ass as he bent over. She tried to see what was dangling between her son’s legs. “He is pretty well built, isn’t he?” Janet said rhetorically. “Is he good in the sack?” Doris asked bluntly. Janet’s breath caught in her chest. She turned her head and looked at her mother questioningly. “Don’t even try to deny it... Just the look on your face proves it.” “We ah... we ah, only did it once... really... we just wanted to try ah... oral... neither one of us is dating anybody... and ah we just...” “I know... neither one of you currently have a paramour and you’re both young and you’re both horny... you guys are just learning and experimenting... that’s the same reasoning that I used when I started having sex with my brother.” “Whoa, wait, what? You and Uncle Bob had sex!” “Your Uncle Bob eats pussy better than anybody I’ve ever met, man, or woman!” “Holy shit Mom!” “I just might invite your Uncle Bob to come over today and prove that to you, if you’re willing... and if you want him to,” Doris said as she glanced at Janet for confirmation. “Do you think he would.., ah come over I mean?” Janet was flabbergasted; Mom and Uncle Bob had sex? Janet’s pussy started getting wet just thinking about Uncle Bob. Oh God, she thought, I would pay to straddle Uncle Bob’s face. Doris just grinned and started mixing water and a lemonade mix in a pitcher. She added half a bottle of Vodka to the mix, dumped a tray full of ice cubes into the pitcher, and then put it in the freezer. ++++ “Hello Bob.” “Hey Doris, what’s up?” “Hopefully, it’s your dick sometime this afternoon.” “Oh boy, so I guess your hubby is gone for the weekend again? That’s good Sis, because I’m horny as fuck; I haven’t had a piece of ass in months. I’m free this whole weekend so where and what time do you want to get together?” “You can come over here. The kids and I are going skinny dipping and you’re invited to join us but your swimming trunks are not invited.” “Holy shit... Does that mean that I finally get to see Janet naked?” “Actually, I just found out that my kids are having sex with each other, and I’m so fucking jealous. I’m calling to invite you to come over and eat Janet’s pussy. I kind of bragged about you to her, I told her that you speak cunnilingus better than anybody that I’ve ever met, and I could tell by her reaction that her pussy is already dripping with anticipation. I want you over here to keep Janet busy so that I can fuck the shit out of my son.” “Good plan Sis! Just thinking about eating Janet’s pussy makes my tongue stiff. I’d bet that she has a mouth watering pussy. I’ll be there in the early afternoon. I ring your doorbell with my hardon.” “Better yet, I’ll leave the front door unlocked and when you come in you make sure that you lock the door behind you. Check out the pool first and if you see us at the pool, take your clothes off and come out and join us.” “I can’t wait; I’ll see you later this afternoon!” “Oh and if you don’t see anybody at the pool, check the bedrooms.” “Fuck it... I’m heading out the door NOW! I’ll see you in thirty minutes.” Doris laughed as she hung up the phone and looked out her bedroom window at John. He was still working at cleaning the leaves out of the far side of the pool. She stared at John’s package as it swung back and forth as he moved. She admired her naked son’s physique for a couple of minutes. She took her bra off and pulled her pants down and stepped out of them. She looked down at her snatch and decided that she needed to trim her bush so as to not scare the poor boy off before he gets a chance to taste her. Doris yelled for Janet. Janet walked into her mother’s bedroom and stopped short and stared at her mother. She couldn’t recall the last time that she’d seen her mother naked. Doris told Janet to follow her down the hall to the bathroom. Janet felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach as she watched the wiggle of her mother’s naked ass as her mother walked ahead of her. In the bathroom Doris bend over and searched for her electric clippers under the sink’s cabinet. Janet stared at her mother’s well shaped ass and felt that twinge again. Doris found the clippers and plugged them in. “Take your pants off; we need to trim you up. Your Uncle Bob prefers short pussy hair and he doesn’t like any hair between your cheeks or around your vagina, he says it just gets in the way.” “Uncle Bob is coming over?” “I could hear him licking his lips over the phone,” Doris laughed, “He’s a pretty excited by the opportunity of finally seeing you naked.” “He is? You know what mom; I’ve always had the hots for Uncle Bob.” “All the girls had the hots for Bob. He’s a very sexy man and totally uninhibited. Don’t be surprised if he flips you face down and sticks his tongue up your butt. He is a butt man.” Janet shivered in anticipation, just the suggestion of anal sex made her pussy start getting wet. She quickly pulled her pants down and off. Doris had Janet put one foot up on the toilet seat; she placed a small trash can directly under Janet’s pussy to catch the falling pubic hair. Doris then knelt down on the floor and for the next several minutes she very carefully trimmed Janet’s bush with the guard on the clippers to keep from cutting her hair too short. “Okay now turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the toilet seat so that I can trim the hair from between your butt cheeks and around your pussy.” Janet bent over and pushed her ass backwards towards her mother and waited for her to start cutting the hair away from her pussy lips and ass crack. Janet’s insides squirmed at the gentle touch of her mother’s hands as she pulled one ass cheek aside to trim around her asshole and then pulled the other cheek aside to do the other side. When her mother pushed her pussy lips to one side to do a closer trim is when Janet’s pussy started getting really moist. Doris could smell her daughter’s excitement. “Okay, turn back around and let me see how you look.” Janet turned and faced her mother and Doris noticed the blush on Janet’s face. “I know this little pussy maintenance thing, the trimming and touching in intimate places has made you a little horny, I can smell your excitement, but you need to save it for your Uncle Bob.” Doris told Janet. Janet nodded in agreement. “Except that I have to do this one little thing,” Doris said as she knelt down in front of Janet and leaned in closer and put her hands on Janet’s thighs as she deeply inhale the scent of her daughter’s pussy with her nose as she leaned in real close and planted a soft kiss at the top junction of Janet’s pussy lips, right at her clit. Janet froze, her mind went blank. “I haven’t kissed a girl down there since college. But, your little pussy is just so cute I couldn’t help myself, it just begged for a kiss. Maybe, at some other time.., if you’re willing.., we can explore that a little further,” Doris looked at her daughter questioningly. “I ah... ah... that ah, caught me off guard Mom. I didn’t expect that... But ah... yeah... yeah, we could ah... I wouldn’t mind... we could try that,” Janet stammered agreement as she started breathing again; the idea was intriguing to her. “Would you trim me? It’s so much easier if some else does it for you rather than trying to use a mirror and doing it yourself.” Janet blushingly agreed. The females switched positions. Janet got down on her knees in front of her mother and carefully started trimming her mother’s pubic hair, cutting it pretty short and then she trimmed between her mother’s legs and the crack of her ass as her mother had done for her. Even before Janet finished grooming her mother’s pubic hair she noticed the aroma wafting off of her mother’s pussy. “Okay, your turn, let me see how you look.” Janet couldn’t help herself, as she knelt in front of her mother she put the clippers down and then slid her hands around to her mother’s hips and grabbed two hands full of her mother’s shapely butt and pulled her face closer and planted a kiss in the middle of her mother’s freshly trimmed bush. She inhaled the aroma of her mother’s excitement and found it stirring. Doris was a little surprised, pleasantly so, when her daughter kissed her bush. A promise of things to come. “Okay then. I believe we’ll just have to pencil that in for a later date...” Doris helped Janet stand up and then pulled her in close to her naked body and hugged her naked daughter. Both females felt a thrill as their bare breasts touched each other. When they finally let each other go both were breathing shallowly through open mouths. “So let’s clean this up and go to the pool and see if that handsome stud of a brother of yours is still naked.” ++++ The girls went back downstairs and Doris pulled the pitcher of Vodka and lemonade out of the freeze as Janet got a glass out of the cupboard for her mother. Doris stood at the kitchen window absentmindedly rubbing her clit as she watched John walking naked around the pool. “You need to get a couple of more glasses,” Doris stated, “That’s if you and John want to share the lemonade with Bob and me.” “You’re going to let me and John drink Vodka with you guys?” “You two are already having sex... so yes; I guess it’s okay if you guys sit at the big kids table today... as long as your father never finds out about what happens this weekend. A little booze will loosen you guys up, I know you both are probably pretty nervous and the Vodka will help lower you guy’s self-consciousness about being naked in front of Bob and me.” Doris poured two glasses full of the lemonade and held one out to Janet as she raised her glass up for a toast. Doris tapped her glass against her Janet’s glass. “What are we toasting to?” Janet asked. “To incest, to having uninhibited sex with loving family members.” “Family members, plural. Does that mean, besides Uncle Bob, that you might have sex with your son?” “Oh no... There is not might about it! I’m going to have sex with him; I’m going to fuck John’s ears off!” “Fuck, I’ll drink to the boldness of the women in this family,” Janet laughed as she raised her glass and gulped about a third of it down. She coughed and her eyes started watering. “And I’ll drink to fucking, because boy I need a good one,” Doris laughed as she drained over half of her glass of the vodka spiked lemonade. She looked out the window at John. “When that boy’s dick gets hard, I’m going to jump on it... sorry Janet, but you had his dick in you last night and I haven’t had a dick in me in months... you’re going to have to wait for your Uncle Bob to show up... but I promise you, he’s worth waiting for.” ++++ John finished cleaning the pool and put the cleaning equipment back in the shed. He walked over and spread a towel over a chaise lounge and stretched out on the lounge and put his hands behind his head and started day dreaming about what the day would bring. He laid there enjoying the feeling of the hot sun on his naked body. He was excited about the chance to seeing his mother and sister parading around naked. He’d only saw his sister naked in the laundry room and his darkened bedroom. He’s never seen his mother naked. He was pretty sure that his mother would chicken out and came out wearing her bikini instead of being naked. But he wouldn’t be surprised at all if his sister came outside naked as a jay bird, and he would love to study that body some more. He just didn’t know if he could look at their nakedness without getting an embarrassing erection in front of them. John’s mother and sister walked out of the kitchen door. John turned his head and stared at the two naked women. His mouth dropped open as he took in the sight; he studied their thighs, their bellies, and their tits as they walked towards him. He stared at their freshly trimmed bushes. “Holy shit... one of my fantasies just came true... you two are the most beautiful women that I’ve ever seen.” “So you’ve been fantasizing about seeing your sister and your mother naked or is it just any naked woman? Because I know you haven’t seen too many,” Doris laughed as she corrected her son. “Would you two just stop... no, I meant stop walking, stop right there... and turn around for a second?” “I think we just found another butt man,” Doris laughed as she looked at John; her pussy was already moist, and then she slowly turned her back towards her son. Janet turned also and looked over her shoulder at her brother. “Well, what do you think Bro?” There was no doubt that those two were mother and daughter. Standing side by side, naked and looking over their shoulders at him, they almost looked like twins. “God that is an awesome pair of asses! Excuse me ladies... I’m going to have to jump in the pool..; either that or I’m going to embarrass myself in front of you two.” John started to get up off the chaise lounge, he figured if he jumped in the pool that the cold water would kill the erection he felt approaching. “Don’t you dare move young man,” Doris warned as she walked over and handed John a glass of lemonade, “and, from what I’ve seen... you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about son, and you can trust me on that.” Doris stood there and stared shamelessly at her son’s semi-erect dick. John took the glass; he was so thirsty from cleaning the pool that he gulped about half of offered drink down before he realized that it wasn’t just lemonade. The surprise registered on his face. He tried to keep from choking as his eyes watered. John stared up at his mother’s charms. Doris saw John’s dick twitch. A knowing smile crossed Doris’s face; this was going to be easier than she thought it would be. She was no longer nervous, now that she was in familiar territory. She knew how to make a guy’s dick get hard and what to do with it when it did. “Do you like what you see son? I don’t sag too much for an old lady do I?” “Oh God Mom, you’ve got a perfect body!” John claimed as he couldn’t stop his eyes from shifting rapidly between staring at his mother’s breasts and the freshly trimmed bush between her rounded thighs. Doris threw caution to the wind and swung one leg over John’s thighs and sat down. She straddled John's thighs as he lay on the chaise lounge, her legs spread across his upper thighs. Her freshly trimmed pussy rested just an inch below John’s testicles as she faced him and straddled him. John’s mind vapor locked as he eyes went immediately to his mother’s pussy. He could see her moist lips hanging down by his balls as his mother sat on his thighs. His dick started rapidly rising. “Finish your lemonade and then if you don’t mind I would like you to put some of that suntan lotion on my tits,” Doris smiled at her son. “You want me to put lotion on your boobs?” John’s head quickly swung between his mother and his sister. His confusion was obvious; he had no clue to what was happening. “Yeah, your dad would probably notice if my tits got sunburned, then again he might not notice at all,” Doris said as she tilted her head back and drained her glass. John took advantage of his mother draining her glass and quickly turned his head and looked at his sister, he arched his brow questioningly. “She knows,” Janet nodded as she looked at John, “She knows that you and I had sex last night.” “Before you say anything, you two need to know that I’m not angry about you two having sex with each other; actually I’m just jealous..,” Doris interjected, before John could respond, as she reached down and boldly started playing with John’s growing erection, “you two guys just need to share your young and beautiful bodies with Uncle Bob and me.” John’s mouth dropped open. His head went on a swivel, he looked at his mother’s hand on his dick, then he looked at her tits, then he looked at her face, then he looked at his sister and then started the process over again. “Uncle Bob is on his way over to join us,” Janet told John, “apparently Mom and Uncle Bob have been having sex with each other since before they were our ages.” “Do you two guys want to join in and help Bob and me keep up the family tradition?” Doris stated as she squeezed John’s dick until it was completely erect in her hand, Doris looked into John’s eyes, “your dad can’t seem find the sex department lately... and I need a good fucking... how about it? You stuck this magnificent piece of gristle in your sister’s pussy; so do you have any hang ups about sticking it in me?” “Oh hell no... I definitely want to fu... ah have sex...ah with you. Who am I to break with family tradition,” John sighed, glancing over at Janet, “I’m all for family traditions.” Doris laughed as she squeezed John’s erection tightly in her fist, checking to make sure that he was still completely hard. Her pussy was already wet enough for it, she’d starting getting wet the second she walked out of the kitchen door and saw the look on her son’s face. “Yeah, you two little shits started carrying on the tradition before you even knew that we had a family tradition...” Doris looked down at the stiff dick in her hand, “And son, I know that you’re going to cum really quickly, the first time anyway... so why don’t we just get your first quickie with your mother out of the way?” John’s mind locked on his mother’s phraseology; get your first quickie with your mother out of the way. First quickie implied that they will be more than one. His hardon throbbed in his mother’s hand. Doris straightened her legs, lifting her butt up off of John’s thighs as she took a couple of short steps forward, better aligning his dick with her pussy. She reached down and used her hand to guide the head of John’s stiff dick to her already soaking wet and ready vagina. She slid the head of John’s dick briskly up and down her pussy gash, lubricating the head of his dick with her juices, and then she slowly sat back down, sliding John’s erection effortlessly up inside her as she wiggled her bottom as she settled on his thighs. “Ohhhh fuucckkk,” John moaned as his hands quickly grabbed his Mom’s ass cheeks as his mother sank his dick to the hilt in her pussy. His hips automatically flexed upward pushing his dick up into his mother. Her pussy was just as tight as his sister’s. The warmth of her pussy surrounded his erection. “Just relax son... let mommy show you what your father is missing.” Doris put one hand on John’s chest and pushed him back down until he was laying down flat on the chaise lounge. John lay there staring up at his mother tits and panting for breath. Doris flexed her Kegel muscles inside her pussy. John’s eyes grew large as his mother flexed her muscles again as she continued to squeeze and massage John’s erection inside her pussy. “Oh God Mom!” John sighed as he threw his head back. His hands went from his mother’s ass to the arm rests of the chaise lounge. His hands gripped the arm rests tightly as he bowed his back and tried to raise his hips in an effort to stick more cock then he had up into his mother’s pussy. He stared at his mother’s bush. “How are you doing that?” “You like that don’t you?” Doris relaxed her pussy and settled her ass down firmly on John’s lap and then gripped her son’s dick tightly with her pussy, thanks to her Kegel exercises, and then she attempted to straighten her legs. “Ohhhh fuck,” John moaned. The maneuver raised her pussy higher at the same time gripping John’s dick tightly. To John it felt like his mother was trying to pick him up off the chaise lounge by his hardon using only the grip of her pussy. Janet watched the mother son dual for a minute or two and just had to see what her mother was doing to her brother. She got off her chair and walked over to the foot of John’s chaise lounge and knelt down and watched between her mother’s legs as her mother settled her ass back down on John’s thighs as she started sliding up and down on John’s erection. Janet reached out and pushed her hand between her brother’s thighs and lifted John’s testicles with her fingertips, holding his balls up tightly against Doris’s bouncing ass cheeks and pussy. Doris rode John’s dick steadily for a couple of minutes. “Ohhhh fuucckkk, Mom... I can’t help it, I’m going to cum.” “Go ahead son... squirt your nasty jiz in your mommy’s pussy.” Doris didn’t have to tell her son twice. John’s body jack knifed, causing him to smash his face into his mother’s ample cleavage. His testicles throbbed as he blasted cum up into his mother’s pussy. His sister felt his testicles pulsating with her fingertips as she held his nuts up against her mother’s ass crack. Doris could feel John’s balls twitching between the cheeks of her ass. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." “Oooh...oh...mmmm... Oh yeah, that’s what I’ve been missing... It’s been years since I felt the power of a young stud’s hose trying to quenching the fire inside my pussy” “Fuck Mom... I don’t know what you were doing but your pussy is awesome!” “We’re just getting started son... If you want to extinguish the smoldering fire in your mother’s pussy it’s going to take a lot more than one hosing. You’re going to have to douse me several more times today, tonight, and tomorrow... you mommy is pretty fucking horny. Are you up for it son?” ++++ Uncle Bob locked his sister’s front door behind him and then walked into the kitchen and looked out the window at the pool. The only person he saw was Janet sitting naked in a lounge chair drinking lemonade. Bob immediately started disrobing; he noticed that his hands were shaking. He tossed his shirt on the back of a kitchen chair, slipped his shoes off, reached down and pulled his socks off and unzipped his pants and took them and his underwear off. He reached down and grabbed his flaccid dick and pulled it towards the floor, stretching it out as far as he could. He rolled it quickly between the palms of his two hands as he stretched it downward to make it hang down further and look more impressive. He took a deep nervous breath and opened the kitchen door and walked through, trying to hide his nervousness and act casual as he headed towards the pool. Janet heard the kitchen door close and turned and looked in that direction. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw her Uncle. She felt a twinge in her pussy as her eyes roamed over her naked Uncle’s body. Her gaze telescoped in on his cock as it swung back and forth as he walked towards her. Janet had the hots for her Uncle as far back as she could remember and seeing him naked instantly started making her pussy moist. Bob stopped next to Janet’s chair and held his hand out to her. Janet placed her drink down on the ground and offered her hand to her Uncle. Bob pulled her to her feet and then held her hand in the air over her head as she twirled around doing a slow pirouette, letting him check out her body. “Damn, Janet. You have really filled out girl! I bet you got every guy you know tripping over his dick trying to get into your panties.” “Oh Uncle you say the sweetest things,” Janet laughed nervously. “Speaking of sweet, I bet your pussy is as juicy and tastes as sweet as a ripe pear.” “So why don’t you take Janet to her bedroom and find out how sweet her pussy tastes Bro?” Doris offered from the pool. Bob looked over at the pool and for the first time noticed his sister Doris and her son John floating on air mattresses next to each other. Their heads faced in opposite directions as Doris had one hand on John’s groin area and John had one hand wrapped around and was squeezing one of his mother’s breasts. “Hey Sis, hi John. So I guess this is really happening then, I’m not just dreaming,” Bob said as his gaze returned to eyeing Janet’s charms. Janet blushed as Bob just stood there staring down at her pussy. She took a step closer to her Uncle and reached down and wrapped her fingers around Bob’s dangling dick. “So do you want a glass of lemonade before you take me to my room and devour my pussy and ravish my body?” Bob threw his head back and burst out laughing. “You are definitely you mother’s daughter! Never any preamble... always the let’s just get to it attitude. It’s admirable, but yeah I’d like to have some of your mom’s special lemonade first. I’m a little nervous and I need to catch up with the rest of you guys.” “I’m the one that should be nervous here,” Janet said as she released her grip on Bob’s growing erection as she looked down at it, “I’ll get you a glass but I get to sit on your lap while you drink it; I have to have something to do while you catch up.” Bob laughed again as he watched Janet reluctantly tear her eyes away from his dick as she turned and poured him a glass of lemonade. He looked longingly at her shapely bare ass. Damn, she’s growing up and filling out, he thought. She’s already as sexy as her mother. Bob turned and sat down on a deck chair. Janet finished pouring a glass of lemonade for Bob and brought it to him and then turned and sat down on Bob’s lap. Janet wiggled her bare ass on Bob’s lap and then laughed at the look on his face. Janet threw one arm around her Uncle’s shoulder and watched him as he drank about half of the glass. She leaned forward and picked up her glass off the ground. Bob slid his hand down Janet’s back down to her butt and gently squeezed one of her cheeks as she bent over. “Don’t play with my butt unless you want to kiss it, that’s one of my rules” Janet wisecracked as she sat back up. “Oh you don’t have to worry about that... even my tongue gets stiff when I think about your butt.” “Mom said that you’re a butt man,” Janet asked as she slid one hand down Bob’s stomach to his groin area. “Oh yeah. I’d love to nibble and lick on your sexy butt, if that’s okay with you.” “Mom warned me about you. She said that you’d flip me face down and try to stick your tongue up my butt.” “I’ve been known to use my tongue on a butt... once or twice,” Bob laughed, “how about it?” “I’ve only done it once... I made John cum by licking his butthole.” “I was asking if it was okay with you if I stick my tongue in your butt,” John laughed again, “but I think you just answered my question... You actually licked John’s asshole long enough to make him cum, now that’s impressive.” “Yeah, I guess I’m a butt girl too,” Janet said as she threw her head back and drained her glass of lemonade. She was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and the sun. “Let me finish this lemonade and we’ll go to your bedroom and see just who enjoys munching on butts more, you or me,” Bob suggested as he lifted his glass. “I have to be honest Uncle Bob, I’m inexperienced, I’ve only given one blowjob,” Janet admitted as she reached down and grabbed Bob’s semi-erect dick. “That doesn’t make you a bad person,” Bob sighed as Janet squeezed his dick in her fist. “All modesty aside Uncle Bob.., I do give a mean hand job,” Janet offered as she again squeezed her Uncle’s dick, quickly making him completely hard. “Seriously,” Bob asked as he looked down and watched Janet’s hand. “Yeah, I had a boyfriend for about four months and that’s all we did... I jacked him off on almost every date; he taught me a lot about how to properly manhandle a guy’s dick,” Janet emphasized her words by squeezing Bob’s dick very tightly about an inch below the helmet. Making Bob throw his head back and moan as the head of his dick swelled larger with trapped blood. Janet got off Bob’s lap and took both of their glasses and refilled them with lemonade. She picked up a bath towel when she came back and dropped the folded towel at her Uncle’s feet. She handed her Uncle his glass and put hers down on the ground and then knelt down on the towel. Bob just watched Janet as she pushed his knees further apart. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around her Uncle’s erection. “I can make you leak buckets full precum before I let you come,” Janet warned as she smiled prettily and started squeezing the base of her Uncle’s dick as she slid her hand upward an inch and squeezed him again. By the time she inched her squeezing hand upward to the head of his dick she’d squeezed him over half a dozen times and had him hard as a rock and lifting his ass off the chair. “You have fantastic hands Janet,” Uncle Bob panted. “Can we go to my room? This concrete is uncomfortable,” Janet asked as she looked up at her Uncle. “Sure,” Bob wasn’t about to turn down a chance to get his naked and sexy niece alone in her bedroom. As Bob stood up he looked towards the pool to see what his sister and her son were doing. Their air mattresses were empty. He turned in time to see Doris carrying the empty lemonade pitcher in one hand and holding on to John’s hand with her other hand as they walked through the kitchen door. “So how long have you been having sex with your brother?” “Since yesterday,” Janet answered as they both stood and headed for the kitchen door, “we were both virgins until I seduced him.” “So why did you seduce your brother instead of giving your boyfriend a piece of ass?” Bob asked trying to figure out what brought the kids together. “My boyfriend wasn’t happy with me just jacking him off; he kept pushing my face down to his lap trying to get me to suck his dick.” “You didn’t want to do that?” “I just wanted it to be my idea..., and I didn’t want to do that for him, he’s a jerk... Then yesterday when I saw John’s bare ass and that’s when I decided that I still wanted to try oral sex with some guy... and my brother is a guy so why not just give him a blowjob.” “You saw John’s naked butt?” “John walked past my bedroom door wearing nothing but a jock strap and shoes. He was showing off his ass, walking around dressed like that,” Janet laughed, “he shouldn’t have teased me like that... so it’s his fault. He made me seduce him.” “So tell me, how exactly did you seduce your older brother?” Bob laughed. “He wore that jock strap in front of a very horny girl. When John came back from his run I snuck up behind him and pulled his shorts and jock strap down... He didn’t put up much of a fight or complain too much, he just stood there... so I felt him up. When I got him hard I did what my ex-boyfriend taught me and I jacked him off. I wanted to make him cum.” “Let me take a wild guess here, he was covered in sweat wasn’t he? So after jacking him off you took him to your bedroom and fucked his ears off, before letting him take a shower, right?” “No, Mom came home and almost caught us. So I promised John that I would sneak into his bedroom after everybody went to bed and give him the blowjob that my ex-boyfriend wanted.” “Geez, you’re just a chip off the old block... you know your Mom also goes into her nymphomaniac mode when she sees a guy dripping sweat. She likes sweaty dirty sex and she likes to control the action.” “You know... I didn’t think about that, until you just said it, but I guess I’m kind of that way too... So how did you and Mom start having sex?” “I came home from a date, half drunk and pissed off and your mother asked how my date went, I told her it sucked because the girl was nothing but a prick teaser and left me with a pair of blue balls.” “That’s how my ex-boyfriend get me to jack him off, he said if I didn’t he’d get blue balls and it would be my fault.” “Well your Mom just brazenly asked me what blue balls were and what was I going to do about them being blue. I tried to ignore her but she was just so damn persistent that to just shut her up I finally explained to her that my balls hurt from being sexually frustrated and that after my shower I was going to go to my room and jack off to relieve the discomfort in my balls... I thought that would shut her up, it didn’t, instead she just boldly asked me if she could watch me jack off.” “So you actually let Mom watch you jack off? That is so fucking cool.” “No, I actually refused; I thought she was just trying to embarrass me, she was just fucking with my head.” “So how did you guys get together?” “I took a shower and then went to bed. I didn’t know your mother was hiding under my bed until I was about half way through jacking off and suddenly your mother’s head just popped up next to my bed and she shined a damn flashlight at my dick.” “Did that scare you?” Janet asked as she laughed. “Oh yeah, scared the shit out of me. And, the first words out of her mouth were that my balls were in fact, not blue.” “What happened then?” “I was a few strokes away from cumming, way too close to stop jacking off so I just went ahead and finished. Your mom just stood there holding that damn flashlight and watching me squirting cum everywhere.” “Oooouuu what did mom do then?” “She said watching me cum was the coolest thing that she’d ever seen and wanted to know when was I going to jack off again. She said to let her know because the next time she wanted to see if SHE could make me cum.” “So did you let Mom jack you off?” “Hell yeah, I don’t think any guy would turn down a hand job, even if it is his sister offering it.” “You let her jack you off that night?” “Not that night... it took a day to digest her offer.” “So when did you let her?” “The very next night. I had another date with the same prick teaser and came home horny as hell. Your mom again offered to jack me off if I’d show her how; she’d do it so that I wouldn’t get blue balls. I said sure, if you want to... I really thought that when it actually came down to it that she’d chicken out but she didn’t. She not only sat on my bed and gave me my first ever hand job but just as I started cumming she leaned over and took me into her mouth... and swallowed all of it.” Janet held Uncle Bob’s hand as they walked past Doris and John in the kitchen. “You know that your daughter looks and acts exactly like you did at that age don’t you?” Bob told Doris. Janet stopped in her tracks and turned and looked at her mother’s breasts. She reached down and cupped her smallish but exquisitely shaped breasts and lifted them slightly. “Wow that means there’s hope for these little girls yet.” “Don’t be in hurry to get bigger boobs. Yours are perfect. And the thrill of having big boobs wears off pretty quickly and then they are just a burden that we girls have to bear.” “Yeah, I like seeing them bare... they’re nice to look at and play with but... I’m still a butt man,” John wisecracked. “So if you don’t want to fool around with my tits than I might as well put my bra back on,” Doris needled John. “Whoa, I didn’t say that. I do want to kiss them or hug them or suck on them... I just meant... I like your butt,” John stammered. Doris grinned at John’s discomfort. “Enough of this chit chatting, I need to get fucked,” Janet said. Janet grabbed Uncle Bob’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs. Dragging him up to her bedroom. “See, she is exactly like you were at her age,” Uncle Bob snickered. ++++ Janet let go of Uncle Bob’s hand and crawled on her hands and knees up on her bed. Uncle Bob was almost drooling as he watched his naked niece crawling on her bed. Janet rolled over onto her back. “Crawl up here on your hands and knees Uncle Bob, I want your balls straddling my little titties,” Janet requested as she patted her hand on her chest beckoning her Uncle. Bob crawled up from the foot of the bed and slowly crawled over Janet’s legs and as he looked at her pussy he bent his arms and planted a kiss in the middle of her freshly trimmed bush. “Oh no! You get to do that next but I want to do for you what mom did for you, so just keep crawling up here Uncle Bob.” Bob crawled up further on the bed until his knees were by Janet’s arm pits. Janet dropped her arms down between Bob’s thighs and then reached up and wrapped the fingers of one hand around Bob’s erection and cradled his testicles in her other hand. Janet slowly stroked her Uncle’s erection. The tip of his dick was half and inch away from Janet’s lips. She jacked her Uncle Bob’s dick slowly and sensually until precum started forming at the tip of his dick. Janet watched the precum until the droplet started to fall and then she deftly caught that droplet on her finger tip and then took that finger and smeared his anus with his natural lubricant. Another droplet immediately formed and Janet stuck out her tongue and caught the leading edge of the string of precum on the tip of her tongue. She flattened Bob’s urethra tube with her thumb and slid her thumb upward from the base of Bob’s dick to the head, forcing more precum out of his dick and onto Janet’s tongue. Bob panted as he looked down between his thighs and watched his niece as she kept pumping precum out of his dick and letting it dribble onto her tongue. Bob moaned at the sight and fought off the erg to jam his dick into his niece’s open mouth and down her throat. Janet swallowed often and kept looking back up at Bob trying to judge when he was getting close to blowing his load. Janet felt Bob’s balls pulling up towards his perineum; she gently tugged on his nut sack, pulling it back downward, not wanting to let her Uncle cum too quickly. She moved her hand from Bob’s balls and slid a finger up between the cheeks of Bob’s ass. Her finger started rhythmically tapping and pressing and then relaxing against Bob’s anus. Bob’s panting was coming faster as Janet slowly jacked Bob’s precum into her mouth as her finger tip started forcing its way past her Uncle Bob’s sphincter muscle. Bob dropped his head down and groaned as Janet slipped her precum coated finger completely up into her Uncle’s asshole. Both of Janet’s hands started moving faster. As Bob’s balls pulled up tight to his perineum Janet squeezed Bob’s shaft tightly as she repeatedly jammed her finger rapidly in and out of Bob’s asshole. Bob’s asshole started pulsating as it clamped down on Janet’s finger as his balls pulled up tight to his perineum as his testicles imploded, blasting sperm out as Janet closed her lips around the head of his dick. Janet swiftly jacked the shaft of Bob’s dick, pumping sperm into her mouth and swallowing it as fast as she could. She wanted to suck as much as she could out of her Uncle’s balls. ++++ Doris made up a new batch of lemonade and put it in the freezer. She turned to watch as her daughter Janet pulled her brother Bob through the kitchen as they headed upstairs to Janet’s bedroom. John watched his naked sister and Uncle going upstairs. He had trouble taking his eyes off his sister’s bare ass as she climbed the stairs. Doris noticed her son staring at Janet’s ass. “I’m going up to my bedroom..,” Doris announced to John, “and you have a choice. You can either stand here staring at your sister’s ass, if you want to or... you can follow me upstairs. I’m kind of in the mood for anal sex; I haven’t had that in a long time. Would you like to put your dick in your mother’s butt?” “Oh God Mom, I could almost cum just thinking about sticking my dick in your butt!” “We got the quickie out of the way, so this time I expect you to fuck me long and hard son. Are you up for that,” Doris asked as she glanced down at her son’s dick and then turned and headed for the stairs knowing without looking that John was following her and staring at her ass. The couple walked past Janet’s open bedroom door as they headed to Doris’s bedroom. They hesitated in Janet’s doorway to watch for a few moments. The show in Janet’s bedroom was very erotic. Uncle Bob was on his hands and knees and was straddling Janet’s face as she sucked Bob’s sperm out of his dick as she pistoned her finger repeatedly in and out of his asshole. “Do you see what Janet is doing to your Uncle Bob’s asshole? That’s what I want you to do to me.” “You want me to stick my finger in your ass?” “I want you to start with your tongue. You can use your finger to open me up a little, but I definitely want to feel that fire hose of yours squirting in my ass...” Doris turned and headed to her bedroom with her son watching her ass and drooling in his mind as he followed his mother’s swaying ass to her bedroom. Doris went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black crotch-less pants. She turned and watched her son’s face as she pulled the pants on. John had a confused look on his face until her realized that the pants were crotch-less. She pulled a tube of KY Jelly out of her night stand drawer and took the cap off of the tube. “I’m surprised that this stuff hasn’t evaporated,” Doris chuckled, “I bought it for your Dad to use but he refused my offer of anal sex. So I want you to smear this on your dick now and on my butt just before you stick your dick in my ass.” Doris walked over to her bed; she dragged a pillow off the bed and threw it on the floor. Doris knelt down on the pillow on her knees and then bent over the bed, presenting her ass to her son. She laid her upper body flat on the bed and reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her anus to her son. John's erection twitched as he looked at his mother’s asshole peeking back at him from the gap in his mother’s crotch-less pants. He could not understand how his dad could possibly turn down the opportunity to stick his dick between the cheeks of his mother’s beautiful ass. “Don’t say anything son, just get behind me and ravish my asshole... you can start with your tongue, then your finger, but I want your dick in my ass as soon as you have me ready to take it.” John stood behind his mother and stared at her anus. His dick quickly grew hard as he tried to contemplate how her tightly puckered asshole could possibly take the length and the girth of his dick. He knelt down behind his mother and started running his hands over the small of her back, her ass, her hips, and the backs of her thighs. His erection bobbed around in the air and got harder and harder as he ran his hands over his mother’s shapely ass. Finally, he leaned over as his mother spread her ass cheeks even further apart with her fingers as John jammed his face between her cheeks and swiped his tongue across her asshole. “You tongue feels awesome son, but for now just get me wet... I need your dick in my ass.” John licked a couple of more licks and then leaned back and grabbed the tube of jelly and squeezed some out on his mother’s asshole and smeared it around with his finger. He coated his finger with the jelly and then slowly inserted the tip of his finger in her asshole. “Ohhhh yessss! Finger my ass... Ohhhh God. Ohhhh yeaaahh.” For the next couple of minutes John assaulted his mother’s asshole with his finger. He twisted his finger around as he rapidly jabbed and withdrew his finger in his mother’s rectum. His dick grew extremely hard as he watched his finger disappearing and reappearing, he started leaking precum. “Enough teasing! I can’t wait. Stick that stiff dick in my ass!” John pulled his finger out of his mother’s asshole. He grabbed the KY Jelly and squeezed a large glob into his hand and smeared it all over his erection. He put one hand in the middle of his mom’s back, holding her down on the bed, as he stood up and bent his knees a little and wedged his testicles in the crack of his mother’s ass. His mother moaned in anticipation. John started sliding his balls and the underneath side of his stiff dick up and down his mother’s lubricated crevice. He loved the sight of his dick between her ass cheeks, for about a minute John pumped his dick between his mother’s cheeks, feeling her ass against his thighs as he slowly humped against her ass. “Are you leaking yet?” John took his mother’s hint. He pulled his hips back and grabbed the shaft of his dick and swiped the head of his leaking dick across his mother’s asshole. Adding his precum to the lubricant that was already there. He placed the head of his dick against her puckered and jelly smeared anus and leaned forward. His precum leaking and lubricated dick bent slightly from the pressure and then his mother visibly relaxed and suddenly her sphincter muscle just gave way and allowed his entry. His shaft straightened out as the head of his dick popped into his mother’s rectum. “Ohhhh yeaaahh... slowly son, slowly, it’s been a long time. But push it all the way in. Ouuu...” John sighed as he watched his entire greased up dick slowly slide into his mother’s asshole until his upper thighs were up against her ass cheeks. “Ohhh God Mom you asshole is soooo tight and soooo hot... Ohhhh fuck.” “Hold on. Hold on, wait a minute, I need to get used to that baseball bat you just shoved up my ass.” John laughed at the reference and then flexed his dick as hard as he could. “Oooooo... Ooh... I felt that... could you do that again?” John held firm, plastered up against his mother’s ass and thighs, and alternately flexed and relaxed his dick as hard as he could a couple of times again. “Ouuu... I like that. But don’t tease me anymore son, I need my ass fucked and fucked hard. Fuck my ass as hard as you want son, you won’t hurt me. Don’t pull out and don’t stop until after you dump a load of cum in my ass!” John started slowly, but each time he watched his dick slip unencumbered into his mother’s tight sheath he couldn’t help but quickened his pace. After only a few moments he was pounding his mother’s crotch-less panty covered ass as hard and as fast as he could. Doris spread her hands out across her bed and bunched the bed spread in her fists as her son slammed his dick repeatedly in her ass. Pumping her ass so hard it made the muscles in her butt ripple every time he slammed deep. ++++ Janet slowly extracted her finger from her Uncle’s asshole as she gently suckled on his shrinking member. She’d sucked his cum out of his balls through his dick like sucking soda out of the bottom of the can through a straw. She was proud of what she’d done for her Uncle; she’d swallowed all of it, every droplet of his cum. When she jacked off her ex-boyfriend he just shot off into a handkerchief. It excited and elated her, the first few times, but the novelty wore off pretty quickly and jacking him off on every date just kind of turned into a chore. The thrill was gone. Janet had wanted to try oral sex and had gotten up enough nerve to try it with her brother and now with her Uncle and the thrill was back. She’d had her finger buried in her Uncle’s asshole when he came. His asshole clinched and clamped down tightly on her finger, his testicles pulled up tight to his perineum and pulsated in the palm of her hand, and the head of his dick had swelled larger in her mouth just before he convulsed and shot his semen in the back of her throat with a velocity that forced her to swallow rapidly and repeatedly in self defense. She’d had a miniature orgasm as his sperm squirted in her mouth and down her throat. Uncle Bob slowly pulled his flaccid dick out of his niece’s mouth and fell over on his side panting on Janet’s bed. “Damn girl, if you weren’t my niece I’d make you my wife! I’ve had a lot of blowjobs in my life but I’ve never had one like that before.” “I could be your wife for the rest of day, how about that?” “Not nearly long enough but I’ll take whatever I can get.” “So what could a wife of an admitted butt man expect from her husband?” “I think that she could probably expect the butt man to pay particular attention to worshipping her behind.” Janet gave her Uncle a sexy smile as she slowly rolled over on to her stomach and lifted her ass high enough to wedge a pillow under her hips. She settled down on the pillow and spread her thighs wide apart and bent her knees and lifted her shins, pointing the soles of her feet at the ceiling which elevated her butt even more so. She looked over at her Uncle and wiggled her eyebrows. “Let the worshipping begin.” Bob chuckled as he rolled off the bed, stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed and stared up between his niece’s wide spread thighs at her gorgeous ass and pussy for a moment before he crawled up on the bed between her legs. Bob unceremoniously jammed his face between the cheeks of Janet’s ass and gave her a quick lick across her asshole. “Oops, sorry, lost my footing,” Bob chuckled, as he lifted his head up long enough to say that and then immediately jammed his face back down between Janet’s ass cheeks again and started alternating between nibbling on the insides of her ass cheeks and lavishing licking her asshole. “Ouuu... Oh... Oh... Oh..,” Janet sighed out loud, “Ohhhh yessss lick my ass. Oh fuck you got a nice tongue!” Uncle Bob hadn’t eaten the ass and pussy of a girl Janet’s age since eating out his sister when she was the same age as Janet. He’d forgotten about how luxurious and resilient their skin felt and how sexy the firmness of their thighs, pussy, and ass was. While Bob lavishly licked Janet’s asshole he pushed one hand up between Janet’s thighs and slowly worked two fingers up into Janet’s sopping wet pussy. “Ohhhh fuck,” Janet moaned, “I think I like being married to a butt man!” Uncle Bob didn’t even hear her; he was too busy enjoying himself. His focus on her neither region was myopic. All he could see was her ass and pussy and he was in full lust overload. He leaned back a little to catch his breath and watched his drool sliding downward from Janet’s asshole to her pussy and dripping on to his fingers that he was jamming in and out of her pussy. Bob curled his tongue and tried to jam the tip of it past Janet’s sphincter muscle and up into her anus. The attempt pushed Janet over the top. “Oooooo... Ooh... Ouuu... Oh... Oh... I'm cummmmmming!" Uncle Bob stopped eating Janet; he looked down at her soaking wet pussy and puffy pussy lips, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and started crawling up higher on the bed over Janet. He laid his renewed erection lengthwise in the crack of Janet’s ass, she raised her ass, offering easy access, and Bob slowly pulled his hips backwards until the head of his dick slid downward through the crack of her ass and dropped down between her wide spread thighs until his erection lined up perfectly with the entrance of Janet’s soaking wet vagina. As Janet lay there panting and trying to recover from her orgasm, Uncle Bob pushed just the head of his dick into Janet’s pussy and waited. He leaned over Janet in a pushup position and watched her raising and lowering her ass in an attempt to get more of his dick inside her. Uncle Bob was going to give his niece a fuck that she would never forget. He pushed his dick in another inch and waited, watching her ass as Janet lift it up higher trying to get more of his dick. After waiting a moment he pushed another inch in and waited again. He enjoyed watching her hump back at him trying to get more of his dick. “Oh damn Janet... you are soooo fucking tight!” Janet looked over her shoulder at her Uncle with pleading eyes. Only half of Uncle’s Bob’s dick was in her pussy and she wanted all of it. Bob looked into Janet’s eyes and then suddenly slammed his hips forward, burying the other half of his dick to the hilt in his niece. “Ohhhh fuck. Ohhhh fuck. Ohhhh fuck. Fuck me Uncle Bob, fuck me!” Uncle Bob pushed himself up to a sitting position, pulling his legs up and put his knees alongside Janet’s hips and sat down on Janet’s legs. He pushed her thighs together and wiggled his dick in further and scooted his groin up closer to her ass until his testicles rested on the backs of her upper thighs. With his dick completely buried in Janet’s pussy and her thighs pushed together he knew that Janet could feel the entire length of his dick as he sat there. He waited for Janet to adjust and to revel in the feeling of fullness that his dick created in her pussy and then he started rocking forward and backwards. He didn’t pull his dick out and shove it back in, he just rocked back and forth while his hands repeatedly squeezed and released Janet’s buttocks. This technique had a similar effect as his sister’s thumb jobs. He didn’t get the erg to cum or get tired and the effect of this method would build and build inside Janet’s pussy until she screamed in ecstasy. He and his sister had taught themselves this slow fucking style when they were fucking on a regular basis in a bedroom next to their parent’s bedroom. They had to fuck very quietly. His sister claimed to enjoy this style of fucking over all others. Bob slowly fucked Janet, just rocking his hips forward and backwards as he sat on the backs of her thighs. He liked to think of it as the one inch fuck. His dick moved back and forth only a little bit at a time as his testicles lay against Janet’s clit, nudging her clit each time he rocked forward. The method he used created very little friction on his dick so he could maintain an erection and fuck Janet for a very long period of time. He used his hands to slowly caress Janet’s back and butt as he slow fucked her. ++++ In Doris’s bedroom John was very close to cumming. He smashed his hips against his mother’s ass again and again, making her ass ripple with his pounding. His dick went in and out of his mother’s rectal chute easily aided by the KY Jelly. He was pounding so hard and so fast that he was creating froth around the base of his dick. It fascinated him as he watched his mother’s asshole extend outward; clinging to his dick as he retracted and then he slammed it into her again. John was working up a sweat fucking his mother’s asshole. His mother’s back was getting slick with perspiration. Doris had the bedspread bunched in her fists as her son pounded her ass. Doris was glad that she’d given John a quickie at the pool. Now she was reaping her reward for previously draining his balls. John was fucking her asshole with the enthusiasm that she never had it fucked before. She’d actually already had one orgasm, John was fucking her ass so hard and so fast that he didn’t even know that he’d given her one, and she was getting ready to have another one, this one was going to be a big one. Doris’s whole body was tingling, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Every time her son slammed his dick deep into her asshole his balls smacked against her vagina and sent a static charge from her clit to her brain. She’d offered anal sex to her husband because she enjoyed it so much but the idea horrified him. Her brother had been the last one to stick his dick in her ass but he’d never fucked her asshole as good as her son was doing and her brother fucked her asshole many times over the years. "Ohhhh God. Ohhhh God. Ohhhh God. Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh.” Doris’s brain exploded in her head. Her orgasm was epic. She had a near out of body experience. Her brain tingled, her clit tingled, and the only other thing that she knew was the heat of her son’s cum as his dick squirted what felt like gallons of hot cum up her rectum and she felt the warmth of his sperm spreading in her insides. "Ah... Ah fuck... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." John grabbed his mother’s hips and jammed his dick as far as he could in his mother’s velvet sheath and held her hips tight against his groin. Her orgasm had triggered his. His mother’s asshole clamped down tightly around the base of his dick. John’s balls pulsated and pumped jet after jet of hot sperm into his mother’s bowels. His mother’s sphincter muscle gripped tighter and tighter as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through his mother’s body. To John it felt as if all of his energy drained from his body and squirted into his mother’s asshole. John laid his chest on his mother’s sweaty back as he panted for air. All he could do was try to suck air into his lungs. His legs were wobbly and he could barely squat behind his mother. Doris’s asshole rejected John’s softening dick. Her asshole squeezed his shrinking dick out along with a generous amount of sperm. The sperm dribbled down Doris’s ass to her pussy and then started dripping off her pussy to the carpet. John stood up on wobbly legs and looked at his mother’s ass. “I’ll go get us some wash clothes to clean up this mess.” “No, let’s just go and shower together son.” Doris stood up and wavered, John had to grab her arm and steadied his mother for a few seconds until she could navigate on her own. She grabbed her son’s hand and pulled him behind her as they left her bedroom and went to the hall bathroom. She opened the shower door and pushed her son inside and then stepped in with him. She pushed her son’s back up against the shower wall and plastered her body against his and kissed him in a very un-motherly way, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. She pulled back and looked straight into his eyes. “You fucked my ass so goooood! I haven’t had that good of a fuck in years... that was the best ass fucking that I’ve ever had.” “I couldn’t help myself. You’re so hot and so tight that once I slide my dick into one of your sexy holes I just lose control; I just want to fill you with my cum.” “After we get cleaned up I have another hole that you can try to fill with cum. But I promise to swallow so fast that you won’t be able to fill it, but my dear well hung son, you’re more than welcome to try.” ++++ Janet’s ass was bouncing up and down. She moaned loudly as she laid face down on her bed as she reached back and held her ass cheeks apart with both hands as her Uncle pushed his finger in and out of her asshole as he rocked his dick back and forth in her pussy. "Ohhhh God. Ohhhh God. Ohhhh God. Yessss, yessss, don't stop.” Bob’s testicles were wet with his niece’s pussy nectar. He loved it when a pussy got so wet that its lubricant soaked his balls. Janet’s ecstasy grew minute by minute. She had a dick in her and she was getting fucked and fucked good. The finger inserted in her asshole was the icing on the cake. Having both holes attacked at the same time was overwhelming. "Ohhhh, Ohhhh yeaaahh. Auooo. Oooooo... Ooh... Ouuu...” Bob felt Janet’s asshole clamp tightly around his finger as her pussy started rippling as it squeezed even tighter around his dick. That was his queue; he pulled his finger out of his niece’s asshole put his hands on the bed next to her hips. He pulled back one leg at a time, straightening his legs along side of Janet’s legs until he was lying prone on top of Janet’s back in a pushup position. That’s when he started really fucking her hard. He pulled his dick back until just the head remained in her pussy and as she raised her ass trying to follow her Uncle’s retreating dick, he slammed his dick back in as hard as he could. Several deep and forceful thrusts pushed Janet over the edge. “Oooooo... Ooh... Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. I'm cummmmmming," Janet hissed. Bob increased his speed. He slammed his pelvic against Janet’s ass, pulled his hips back, and slammed against her again and again and again. His balls pulled up tight to his perineum as he slammed against her. He felt the head of his dick swell up and then it happened. "Ohhhh, Ohhhh yeaaahh. Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...” Bob’s asshole caved in as his testicles imploded and his sperm shot out of his dick and surged as deep into his niece’s pussy as his dick could deposit it. Uncle Bob groaned as his essence drained out of him through his dick and then he collapsed on top of Janet’s back. For the first time in his life he realized that he wasn’t a spring chicken anymore. This second orgasm drained him of more than just sperm. He actually wondered if he would be able to get it up again, and if he did, how long before he could. Bob rolled off Janet’s back, extracting his dick from her pussy and laid down next to her and closed his eyes for just a second to rest. A few minutes later Janet giggled as she rolled off her bed and looked back at her sleeping Uncle. She studied his naked physique; she decided that she liked looking at naked guys. She liked the curve of their strong backs, the muscular buttocks, and the strength of their arms and thighs. Janet seriously contemplated sucking her Uncle Bob’s flaccid dick back to life and draining his testicles again with her mouth. Nah, she thought, better let him rest up so he could gain his strength back. She wanted her Uncle to fuck her again but she could wait until later. After all they had the rest of the day and all of the night and most of the next day to enjoy each other. Janet left her bedroom and went to the hall bathroom. As she sat on the pot letting her Uncle’s cum drain out of her pussy she heard noises in the shower, but the shower wasn’t running. She wiped herself and stood up and walked over to the shower and opened the frosted door. She was pleasantly surprised at what she saw. John stood in the shower leaning at a forty-five degree angle over his mother with his arms bent at his elbows with his forearms pressed against the shower wall. He stood there with water dripping slowly off the shower head on to his head as he as he leaned over his sitting mother as she sat on the shower floor in front of him with her back against the shower wall. John raised his head off his forearms and turned and looked at his sister and smiled weakly. Doris sat on the shower floor in front of John with one hand between her legs, fingering her pussy as she held John’s testicles in her other hand as she sucked on the head of her son’s stiff dick like a child nursing its mother’s nipple. Uncle Bob was right Janet thought; Mom loses it when confronted by a well built and dripping male. But in this case it appears that they showered together and then Mom went into her nymphomaniac mode over her wet son. Janet felt an ache in her pussy as she looked at the sexy scene. She realized that her brother’s dripping wet body had kicked in her nymphomaniac mode also. She figured that she must have inherited that same trait from her mother. Watching John leaning against the wall there and slowly rocking his hips as he fucked their mother’s mouth in the shower was one of the sexiest things Janet had ever witnessed, she just had to participate. She walked into the shower and slid the door closed behind her as she knelt down behind her brother and reached up and ran her hands over her brother’s wet back and thighs for a minute or so. Then she slipped her fingers between his butt cheeks and spread his cheeks apart with both hands and leaned forward and wedged her face between his cheeks and started slowly swiping her tongue up and down and across her brother’s asshole. “Oh fuck!” John moaned as Janet wiggled the tip of her tongue against his asshole. John stopped rocking his hips. Doris felt her son’s testicles pulling up tightly to his perineum; she gently slipped her index and middle fingers, scissors style, between the base of his dick and his testicles and gently separated the two by scissoring her fingers together and then slowly and gently pushing John’s testicles back downward. She was enjoying the way her son was slow fucking her mouth too much to let her son cum too quickly. She enjoyed having a stiff dick in her mouth, especially an extremely hard and pulsating one, she hadn’t come across a hardon as rigid as this one in a very long time, and she liked it. She had forgotten how much fun it was to tease a guy without mercy with her mouth. “Do you want to come in my mouth son?” Doris asked as she pulled her head back and looked up at her son. She moved her hand from his testicles to the shaft of his dick and started slowly jacking his cock. She stared into her son’s eyes as she waited for his answer. “Oh God yes... if you swallow like you did last night,” John pleaded as he let his mother know that he was awake in the early morning hours when she’d gave him a thumb job and swallowed the evidence. “Okay Mr. Smartass, you had me totally fooled, I didn’t think you were awake. So just for that, I’m not going to let you cum.” “Aw Mom, you said I could come in your mouth.” “And you can, but I’m not going to suck you off. And no, you can’t jack off into my mouth either. I’m just going to hold you in my mouth; right here on my tongue.., I’m going to hold you there... until your sister’s tongue makes you squirt your cum down my throat.” “Aw come on... that’s pure torture... that will take too long, you two are going to give me a pair of blue balls.” Mother and daughter burst out laughing. They’d both heard that complaint before. The End?

Fbailey story number 744 Up Skirt Photo Machine I could not believe the success of my “Up Skirt Photo Machine.” I rolled it up next to the entrance to the shopping mall and stood back. At first the girls seemed leery of it. They read my sign and giggled. Then all of a sudden there were ten girls lined up to use it. My sign read, “Please stand on the marks, look at this sign, and then press the button with your thumb. Thank you for your cooperation.” They lined up like cattle to the slaughter. They didn’t question a thing. They didn’t know that I had started an Internet site devoted to up skirt shots of women. There were molded places for their feet at about shoulder width or two feet apart. When they pressed the button I got several pictures at the same time. One was of their face, one was of their actual thumbprint, and three others were up their skirt from three different focal lengths. I would get the full effect with plenty of leg from their ankles up. Then I would get another one from their knees up and then a close up of their crotch. I had run out of other ways to get up skirt pictures so I had invented the “Up Skirt Photo Machine.” I sat back in my pickup truck and just watched as girl after girl stood there and pressed the button. Surprisingly several women stood on it too. I had to chuckle to myself when daughters would talk their mothers into standing there too. After about four hours I put the machine in the back of my pickup truck and headed home. I could not believe the success. A hundred and thirteen girls and women had unwittingly posed for me. Half were wearing skimpy panties and fifteen of them were not wearing any panties at all. Then day after day I moved my machine around town putting it in a different place each time. However, once a week I took it back to the shopping mall where my biggest results took place. I even recognized the same girls standing on it time after time. I was really surprised when I saw my own wife and daughters stand on it. They were with her best friend and her two daughters too. Interesting. I let my machine stay there until just before the mall closed. I changed the batteries and the camera memory cards and placed it on Main Street between two very popular bars. Luckily I got a good parking place so that I could keep an eye on it. It was simply amazing the number of women that would stand on it and go in one bar, come out, stand on it and then go in the next bar. I even watched some women stand on it, remove their panties, and then stand on it again. Many of the guys forced their dates to stand on it. After the bars closed I took my machine home and retrieved my discs. The results were fantastic. My daughter’s panty pictures were something for me alone to treasure. My wife’s girlfriend and both of her daughters were pantyless. Now I certainly did not expect that. When I got to the pictures outside the bars, things certainly improved. Those women were wearing very exciting panties in wild colors, crotchless, and even thong. I saw panty liners with wings, thick period pads, and tampon strings. I saw hairy pussies, bald pussies, and everything in between. I saw a variety of tattoos up there too. It was everything that I had hoped for. I posted them to my site. The next morning I looked and found that I had doubled my memberships to my site over night. My “Up Skirt Photo Machine” was a total success. I pretty much started moving my machine between the shopping mall and several bars in town. Then for some reason I placed it near the high school just before a football game. I watched as hundreds of girls stood on it and pushed the button. Most of the girls were from our high school but several buses brought in girls from the other school. Even cheerleaders, coaches, mothers, and teachers stood on it. I did not wait, I took it home and checked out the results. Later my oldest daughter Kristina knocked on my office door. I cleared my screen and let her in. Kristina said, “I saw you take that “Up Skirt Photo Machine” away from the football game today. What are you doing with the pictures of girl’s panties?” I had always been honest with her so I told her. She took it all in and then asked, “Can I see some, especially from today. I know a lot of the girls that go to my school.” So I pulled up the file and started going through them. Kristina stopped me occasionally and said, “That’s Gina, that’s Cathy, and that’s Judy. I quickly renamed the file with the girl’s names. She would giggle whenever she saw a girl without her panties on. When she saw her own picture she smiled and asked, “Would you like if I wasn’t wearing panties?” I replied, “Yes, I would.” Kristina asked, “What do you do with those pictures?” I pulled up my Internet site and I showed her. I also noticed that my membership had doubled once again. Kristina asked, “What if I had all of my girlfriends take off their panties before standing on your machine?” My smile told her what I thought of that idea. She gathered up all of her panties in her dresser drawer and followed me out to the garage where my machine was. She just smiled as she removed her panties and stood on it to push the button. Then she slipped on every pair of panties that she had brought out, one at a time and stood on my machine. Every now and then she would stand on it with any panties. She always smiled at me when she pushed the button. We went back to my office and looked at her pictures. Then Kristina said, “Post them. Post all of them. I want the world to look up my skirt.” I listed them all under the heading of K’s Panties. The next day was Sunday and when we checked my web site we found that her pictures had been hit pretty good with lots of comments about wanting to see her face or to fuck her. Kristina asked, “What would happen it I held my pussy lips open and you posted them?” I said, “Guys all over the world would be jerking off to your pussy.” She asked, “What would they do if they knew that I was only fifteen?” I replied, “They would probable put me in jail.” Kristina asked, “So how old does a girl have to be to post nude?” I replied, “In this country…eighteen.” Then Kristina said, “You should put that machine in the park across from the Teen Center next Friday.” I asked, “Why?” She replied, “Because all of the really popular girls take the boys over there for a quick fuck or blowjob. Those sluts never wear panties and they never wear pants either. Pants would just get in the way.” I asked, “How would you know about that?” Kristina laughed and said, “Because Gerri’s sister is a skank.” I moved my machine around the next week and the pictures just kept getting better and better. My daughter was right about the park across from the Teen Center. She was right about Gerri’s sister too. I had four pictures of her with four different cocks in her pussy when she pressed the button. The boy’s faces were just as clear as hers were. Kristina recognized one of the boys as Gerri’s brother. Incest! Wonderful! Before the next football game I set up my machine. Kristina stood near it trying to get every girl wearing a skirt or dress to stand on it. She did pretty well at it too. She used psychology to goat the girls into showing off for their boyfriends, other girls around them, or for the boys that were checking the girls out. All I know is that whatever she told them almost a hundred percent of the girls stood on it. She got at least ninety percent of the mothers and teachers that came to the game to stand on it too. Too bad that only about twenty-five percent of the females were wearing skirts and dresses. Those damn pants sure slowed things down. Within a month Kristina had helped to make my web site one of the most popular on the Internet. My income far exceeded my original expectations. I didn’t even mind the fact that I had been unemployed for several weeks. Hell, I may never go to work again. I had so many up skirt shots of my daughter’s bare pussy that she hardly ever wore panties around me. We spent a lot of time together in my office and during that time she was usually completely naked. She was aware of my many erections and usually suggested that she take care of it for me. Well of course I started to wear down. I let her give me hand jobs, that eventually led to blowjobs, and then to intercourse. The first time that I shoved my cock into my daughter’s fifteen-year-old pussy she said, “Wow! That feels good. Now I wish I hadn’t let Jimmy fuck me.” Her pussy was so tight and wonderful that I didn’t even question her letting Jimmy fuck her. After all I had my cock in her and I was her father. Who was I to complain about who she let fuck her? She was holding onto my desk and watching the pictures on my screen as I pounded her severely from behind. I leaned over and held her tits in my hands as I continued. I had done that to her mother just the night before. The sweat was causing our bodies to smack pretty loudly just before I was ready to cum. My youngest daughter knocked on the door and asked, “What are you guys doing in there?” Kristina replied, “Nothing! Now go away!” I finished filling my daughter’s tight pussy with my cum. Kristina put her skirt and blouse back on and headed for the bathroom before my cum started to leak down her leg. When she returned Ruthie came in with her. Kristina said, “She knows!” I looked at Ruthie and she said, “I want to help you get up skirt pictures…and…I want you to fuck me too. Jimmy was terrible at it!” I could hardly believe that my thirteen-year-old daughter had also let her cousin Jimmy fuck her. I’d have to talk to my sister about him…the next time that I had my cock in her pussy. Seeing my youngest daughter naked made my cock hard so I slipped it into her as she sat on my lap facing me. If I thought that Kristina’s pussy was tight then I didn’t have a word for how tight Ruthie’s pussy was. All I know is that it was tight enough to cut off the flow of sperm from entering her womb. I lifted her up and then it squirted all over her almost hairless pussy. My wife had heard her cries as I fucked her and opened to door. We had forgotten to lock it and she saw everything. When we had finished she asked, “Are they better than your sister and I are?” I just smiled so she asked, “Is he better than Jimmy?” I watched as the two girls just smiled. My wife had known about my Up Skirt Photo Machine the whole time. She encouraged me to finish it and to start the web site. When I told her that she could quit working too, she jumped for joy. Our business just kept improving week by week, as did the quality of our photos. After all we had an endless supply of models. The End Up Skirt Photo Machine 744

This story contains themes of incest, and a girl of the age to consent, but under 18. If you do not like these subject matters, move on to another story. To those of you who are, please enjoy. Also, thanks to naenaegirl for the words of encouragement on my previous gloryhole stories. I spent the next hour seamlessly editing the video I bought at the store to add the video I shot on my phone of Jane sucking my cock. By the time I got done burning it onto a disk, Jane called. "Daddy?" "Yes, Baby?" "I just wanted to let you know I'm on my way home. I figured after last night, I would call instead of just walking in." "I appreciate that. See you when you get home." "Bye, Dad." Good. I had time to initiate my plan. I took the disk down to the living room and put it in the DVD player and skipped it ahead far enough that her scenes would start after she walked in. I sat and watched, enjoying the movie playing out. Soon I heard her car pull in the drive and the door close. I turned the volume up so she would hear the guy moaning his approval. "Hi Daddy! I'm... Oh my god! What are you watching?" "Oh hey, I ended up not going to Bill's for dinner. I went to the porn store out on the edge of town and they had this really nice gloryhole movie." "That is kinda hot. Wow, is she swallowing his whole cock?" "Oh yeah, sit and watch, unless it's to weird to watch this with your old man." "It is kinda weird," she answered, "but what the heck. We can bond." So she sat down across the living room from me and laid back in the chair. As the scene progressed, I saw her starting to rub herself, seemingly oblivious to the background of the film. This is gonna be good. The next scene was her, and she didn't know it was coming up next. "This is hot, Daddy. I didn't know you were into this." "I think the next scene will be hotter, I told her." The scene got to the cum shot at the end, she acted shocked. "Did he just cum in her mouth? Oh my god, she swallowed it! Eww!" "Part of the sex act, Princess. Some girls just love it," I said feigning being engrossed in the movie. Then the coup de gras, her scene starting! When her little interview started I sat up and looked at her, and her jaw was just hanging there. As the scene went on and the cock came through the hole and she started sucking it, the look on her face was priceless! "What the hell is this, Jane?" "I, uh, uh..." she stammered completely speechless. "Turn it off, Daddy!" "No, I think I have a right to know what my daughter is up to." "Turn it off!" she yelled. "NO! You want to be a little slut, you can let the scene play out! Let's see how slutty you are!" I yelled back. Put back in her place she sat there and watched the whole scene, as tears welled up in her eyes. She was still glued to the scene as the camera caught her with her mouth wide open as the cock shot its load in her mouth. She showed the semen to the camera, and swallowed it with a big grin and said, "I love the taste of cum. I could drink it all the time." I paused the movie and turned to her. "Did he just cum in her mouth? Oh my god, she swallowed it! Eww!" I said to her in a mocking tone. She just hung her head, silent, her face red with anger and embarrassment. "Let's keep going with the movie shall we?" "Please, no. You proved your point," she said sullenly. "No. No, I don't think I have," I said hitting the play button. Sure enough, the next scene was the one from my cell phone. The look on her face showed confusion. She could tell it wasn't the same cock from the video before. But she also knew there shouldn't have been a camera on the other side of the hole. "I watched this earlier. I love the ending," I told her. We watched through the ending, where I had pulled my cock out of her mouth and shot my load all over her face. My load looked like something from a bukakke film: thick, and lots of it. Her face was coated. "Who gave you this?!" she demanded. "Who the fuck gave you this?!" "Why, when was this filmed?" "Tonight," she said haughtily. "That asshole ruined my makeup." The video kept playing and went to the next scene. But we were locked on to each other. I decided to drop the hammer on her. "Do you know it is illegal to lie about your age to be in porn? In fact, you are just as legally responsible for making it as the guy with the camera, and the people who put the edited product on disk?" "No," she said, visibly shaken. "And if I were to turn this in to the cops, you would face charges for producing child pornography, just like the people who made this. And if convicted, that is JAIL, and being registered as a sex offender. Your life will be over." Jane started bawling. I was pretty sure I had her dead to rights, and she knew it. "Please, Daddy. Don't turn it in. Everyone will know! Not even my friends know about it! I'll do anything to keep it secret!" "Define 'anything'..." "Please, I'll do whatever you want. If you want me to be your slut, I will! I will fuck you till I'm worn out and nobody wants me, just don't turn that disk into the cops! PLEASE!" "Prove it to me. If you will do anything prove it." Jane sniffled and shook as she reached for my zipper. After some fumbling around, she finally got it down, and fished my hard cock out of my pants. She pulled the skin of my uncut cock back. She spit on the head, to lube it up and started stroking it. Then, for the second time tonight, she wrapped her lips around my cock. Again, it was heaven in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around my sensitive head. I finished undoing my pants and pushed them down. She never missed a lick, staying right on my cock, even as I maneuvered out of the jeans I had been wearing. "That's right, Baby Girl, just keep sucking Daddy's big cock. You like being a daddy's slut don't you?" Breaking her contact for the first time, she looked up and said, "Yes, Daddy. Use me how you want. Whatever it takes to not get in trouble." With that she really started sucking hard. Pushing her mouth all the way down my fat cock, then pulling back to my head, then back down again. "Daddy, will you fuck my pussy? I will let you if that will make you happy." "Yes, I will. Stand up and take your clothes off." She stood up, and pulled her shirt off, revealing her braless, creamy tits. For 17, she had full, firm tits. They were crowned with chocolatey areoles, with thick brown nipples, ripe for the sucking. Then she pushed her pants down, revealing skimpy pair of underwear that seemed to split her cleft in half, and barely covered her ass cheeks. As she started to take the panties off I stopped her. I wanted this to be my unwrapping of my gift. I got down on my knees before her, and sniffed the musket aroma coming off of her cunt. She smelled divine. I pushed her legs apart, and I could see the juices she was leaking had soaked her underwear. "Jane, does being treated like a slut, and being told what to do turn you on?" "Yes, sir." she replied Taking a note of that, I locked my lips onto the crotch of her panties where her clit should be, and started sucking. Her moans and grinding of her covered pussy against my mouth told me I found the right spot. I continued to suck the juices from her panties, and she grabbed a hold of my hair, and pulled me into her crotch. I immediately stopped sucking and slapped her ass hard. "Jane, a good slut will wait for her master to give her pleasure. Consider this your warning. Do it again, and I will have to punish you. That means you wait till I let you cum. I will either tell you, or I will make it clear that you are to do just that." "Yes, Daddy. I will only cum when you let me," she moaned, half aroused, half disappointed. "Now take your panties off for me." She pushed her damp panties to the ground, then spread her legs instinctively so I could inspect her little beaver. Her mound was clean shaven, revealing a cute bald pussy. Her pussy lips were red and swollen with her arousal, parting to reveal just a glimpse of her inner lips. "Go sit and spread your pussy lips. If you are a good little slut, I will let you cum." She immediately sat on the couch throwing one leg over the arm rest, and putting her foot on the couch where her pussy was pulling apart. She then reached under her ass and spread her lips revealing the inside of her cunt. I bent down and licked her from asshole to clit, savor ing the taste of her young pussy. I probed her depths with my tongue, tasting the nectar from deep in her well. "Slut, I am going to fuck your now. You have permission to cum." "Please, Daddy, make your slut cum," she begged. I placed my ten inch cock at here entrance and slowly pushed it into her channel. She was moaning uncontrollably as I started thrusting slowly into her amazingly tight hole. Slowly I pushed into her a little at a time, till I had my balls nestled against her ass. "Is this what you want, slut?" I asked her "Yes, Daddy. Fuck your slut daughter, make me cum with you giant cock. Fill me with your cum." I started to fuck her hard, pulling out till just my head was in her then driving it in hard. I kept this rhythm going, and she would grunt hard with every thrust, fucking back just as hard as I was thrusting into her. "Uh...uh...uh... Like...that..Daddy. So...close...gonna...gonna...cum... Gonna...cum...gonna...Cumming!" Her body shook as her orgasm rocked her. Her pussy gripped my cock, milking it as the muscles rippled from the entrance of he vagina up to her womb, it was too much for me, and I came spraying her walls with my hot seed. "Feel... Your cum... Filling me... So hot... In my... Pussy," she panted. Once my orgasm high wore off, I pulled out and walked to her purse. I looked inside and saw the wad of cash Bill saw her take from the store. I peeled off $50 and tossed it on her. "Clean yourself up slut, and from now on, your body belongs to me. If I allow you to go back to that shitty glory hole, I will choose how much you get to keep." "Yes daddy," she answered still in a state of bliss. I went and laid down, too tired to think about what happened. I heard the shower run and was about asleep when she came to my door. "Daddy?" "Yes, Jane?" "As soon as I saw your cock, I knew it was you at the booth. Your cock is amazing. I will gladly surrender myself to you." "Do you know what you're saying?" "Yes, Daddy. And I want you to know something." "What's that?" I always thought you were attractive. I wanted you. After Mom died, I pushed you away because I was scared you wouldn't want me. Every time I was in the booth, I was imagining it was you. And when you started threatening me, I was scared, then when you told me to prove that I would do anything, I knew it was my chance to be with you." "So, about this whole 'your body belongs to me now'," I said as I sat up, "I'm willing to ditch that if all this time, I am what you wanted." "No, it makes me horny just thinking that I am yours to do as you please. You can do what you want with me: fuck me, eat me, whore me out. I am yours. I want to be used as a fuck toy. I didn't really know that that is what I was doing this whole time. Being a fuck toy. And if you want me as that, I will be just that." "Well, slut, come get in our bed. I have one more thing I want to use you for tonight." She willingly came and got in my bed and pressed her naked body to mine. I wrapped my arms around Jane and held her close, and whispered "Lay with me. In the morning, I will lay out the rules for your new life as my slut toy." As always, feel free to comment. Let me know what you think, and we will see where this story goes. Morg

adopted part 3 "How long have you fantasized about a sexual relationship with your mother, Walter?" Margaret Kelly asked. "She not really my mother, I'm adopted. Hey did she tell you that?" Walter raised his eyebrows. "That I fantasized about it?" "Is there something else I should know?" Walter hesitated. "No. No, that's it. I fantasize about it." He grinned. "Yeah, I've been fantasizing about it a lot these days." Margaret squirmed on the chair across from his, tapping the pencil tip meditatively on the note pad. She remembered the call she'd received that morning, and the frantic sound in Patty Wayne's voice as she'd begged Margaret to accept a counseling appointment with Walter that afternoon. Walter had seemed pretty sullen when he'd entered her home a few minutes before, and followed her into her small office in the rear of her house. Margaret now considered the leering tone of his voice and wondered if he had, in fact, already fucked Patty Wayne. It was possible. She knew from her other cases that there was a whole lot of Mommy/Son, Daddy/Daughter fucking going on out there in the suburbs, but adopted incest, this was a first. If Walter was fucking Patty, it wouldn't bother Margaret in the least. To the school board and the local PTA, Margaret came across as a modestly-priced counselor who occasionally helped out boys who were having problems in school. What the school board didn't know was that Margaret helped out most of these boys by letting them fuck her. The only reason she ever worked as a counselor was that it gave a chance to suck and fuck with lads just about Walter's age. Margaret was thirty-six now, and looked at least four years younger. She was petite with dark brown hair had a girlish body highlighted by extremely large, very suckable tits. Margaret had married when she was very young. Her husband had divorced her three years ago and when her sister died her teenaged nephew Henry move in. Margaret lived off of his alimony checks and the money she made from counseling, which wasn't much. The ironic thing was that her husband had divorced her because of her extremely strong appetite for sucking and fucking young studs. A young stud's cock, Margaret felt, stiffened much more rapidly than that of his older counterpart, and invariably sprayed more hot, tasty cum juice into her mouth or pussy or asshole. Young boys always fucked very hard and fast, which was just how Margaret liked getting her pussy pounded, and they were always eager to keep fucking and cumming all night. Margaret had seduced many troubled lads that the school board, PTA or principal's office had referred to her. The best cure for most young male problems, she felt, was a healthy dose of fucking and cocksucking. It was rare for any boy to act up at home or at school if he was getting the cum sucked out of his cock on a daily basis. Margaret was always eager to relieve a lad in this fashion, particularly if his cock was long and fat. The bulge in Walter's pants indicated that he had a long, fat one too. Margaret had always had a special appetite for sucking the jizz out of unusually big, stiff hard-ons. Her husband had been well-endowed, and the glue that had held their marriage together had been her penchant for nightly cocksucking. Now, Margaret felt violently aroused by even the faint possibility that young Walter had actually fucked his own mother. The most intensely satisfying fantasies she'd ever had, which she'd suppressed religiously, were those of teaching her own, innocent Henry how to suck and fuck. "I might be missing the point, Walter," Margaret said. "When your mother called me this morning, she told me that her problem with you has become very serious. She said that you've frankly confessed a sexual interest in her, and that you've even tried to initiate a sexual relationship with her. Now, I get the impression that this sexual contact has progressed farther than your mother indicated. Is that true?" "Whatever she told you." Walter shrugged. "Do you fuck your mother, Walter?" Walter just stared at her. Margaret moved her chair closer. "It's perfectly all right with me if you do, Walter. Adopted son fucking your mother is more normal than most people think. The cock of a boy's your age can grow stiff many times each day with a little provocation. Boy's your age can be very sexually aggressive, and it's natural for them to make strong passes at available women, especially older woman. I want to assure you, Walter, that any admission you make to me won't leave this room. Now tell me the truth. You have fucked your mother, haven't you?" Walter hesitated only a moment longer. Then he smiled, "Yeah, I have." "Who initiated this sexual contact?" Margaret asked, as she felt her cunt getting wet and hot. "I did. She didn't mind it much, though. She thinks she did. That's why she sent me here." "Why did you want to fuck your own mother, Walter? Were you just so horny that any pussy would do, or did you have a particular craving to fuck her?" "Both." "Would you say that you have a very high sex drive, Walter?" Margaret picked up the pencil and pretended to take notes. "Very." "Do you masturbate a lot? How many times a day do you jack off, on the average?" "Five or six." "That's a great deal, Walter. Do you always squirt out a great deal of semen when you cum? Or do you sometimes just shoot out a small amount?" "Always a lot." Margaret felt her cunt throbbing. She stared at the lad's crotch, realizing that the dirty talk, as she'd intended, was giving him a magnificent looking hard-on. "I can't help noticing that your prick is getting stiff right, now, Walter. Does that happen frequently?" "Yes." "It feels good when your cock gets big and stiff, doesn't it?" "Yeah." Margaret put down her notebook. "Walter, I'm going to ask you a special favor now. I'd like you to take down your pants and show your hard cock to me. I think my counseling to you would be more valuable if I could see and inspect your cock. There might be something wrong with it." Walter stood up, leering at the busty brunette knowingly as he opened his belt and pulled down his zipper. He stepped out of his shoes, then let his pants drop to his ankles, stepping out of them, leaving him naked from the waist down except for his socks. "Oh, Walter. Why, it's just incredibly huge!" The cock was enormous. It stood out of his cock fur like a baseball bat, nine inches long and very thick, so stiff that it was bucking and throbbing uncontrollably up and down. Margaret's mouth watered as she ogled the fat, meaty cock knob, imagining how it would puff up just before he shot a big load of juice down some lucky cocksucker's throat. "I'd better take a closer look, Walter." Margaret stood up, her pussy throbbing as she stood, then knelt before her young client. She suppressed a groan as she stared at the mammoth prick pulsing in front of her face. Margaret pinched his spongy cock head, running her fingers all over his cock meat. The prick bucked and pulsed in front of her face. "It looks perfectly healthy," she said breathlessly. "Does it feel good when I touch your hard cock like that?" "Yeah." Margaret wrapped her hand around the root of his huge, throbbing prick. Lewdly she started jacking the big cock up and down, slow and hard. She stared at the cock knob, watching the piss hole open up to spit out little droplets of cream. "Does this feel better, Walter? Is this how you touch your prick when you jack off?" "I think it would feel a lot better if you sucked on it, Mrs. Kelly." "That might be therapeutic too, Walter. To see your reaction." By now a great deal of sticky, milky cock juice had dribbled out of Walter's cock head. Margaret pressed her palm on the cock knob, coating it with his spunk. She slid her fist to the root of his prick, holding it in position. Then, with a little smacking sound, she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. His fuck organ tasted very good, and so did the cum ooze. Margaret could already picture herself eagerly gulping down a heavy cum blast when she made him pop his rocks. She shut her eyes, concentrating on the taste and sensations of cocksucking. Gradually she let her lips part, slurping in inch after inch of his huge, throbbing prick. Walter looked down at her, excited by the spectacle of the brunette inhaling his big prick. Margaret stopped when her lips were stretched to the bursting point around the aching thickness of his cock. She immediately started sucking very hard, knowing how much a young boy enjoys a hard, wet cocksucking. Walter shuddered with pleasure, clutching her head with both hands. "Hard," he panted. "Do it really hard!" Margaret pictured Walter's mother on her knees like this, hungrily slurping the tasty stiffness of her own adopted son's prick. The image was arousing to her; she would have to make a point of asking Walter for the details of his incestuous contact with his mother. Then, Margaret again found herself thinking of giving head like this to her own nephew, Henry. It was her most forbidden fantasy, and one that violently aroused her as she considered it now. Margaret's cheeks flushed brightly as she slurped on Walter's cock, determined to milk a really big load of cum juice out of his prick. "Harder," Walter panted. "Oh, shit, you suck my cock so good!" Margaret started beating his cock as she sucked, whipping her strong right hand tirelessly up and down his huge, aching cock meat. Her cocksucking sounds grew progressively louder, as she eagerly sucked his big, blood-laden cock. Hot, milky cock juice dribbled out of the cock know, oozing onto her tongue. Margaret lapped it up, sucking and slurping, her belly aching as she imagined herself gulping down a really rich load of jizz. After five minutes of steady hard, wet sucking, Walter's prick had grown as hard as iron. He writhed as he stood over her, wincing and pulling her hair, on the verge of spraying her tonsils with spunk. Margaret alternated rapidly between puffing her cheeks up and caving them in again, hungrily sucking cock as hard as she could. Her fist was a blur as it whipped up and down his cock, wildly jacking Walter's fuck organ into her mouth. Now the prick throbbed violently on the roof of her mouth, ready to burst. "I'm cumming!" Walter gasped suddenly. "Suck my cock, Mrs. Kelly, suck my big stiff fucking cock! Oh fuck, I'm cuummiiinnnggg!" An incredible geyser of cum juice blasted out of his piss hole, spurting on the roof of the cream-starved ladies's mouth. The first burst was followed by spurt after spurt of hot, tasty cum. Margaret whimpered, flaring her nostrils to breathe around the donkey cock thickness of Walter's erupting prick. The cock juice kept spraying out of his cock head, shooting onto her tonsils, filling her stomach with cream. Margaret clung ecstatically to the disgorging prick, slurping and gulping, determined to nurse every drop of cum out of Walter's balls. At last his orgasm subsided. Margaret took the big, wet prick out of her mouth and stared at it intently. It was still stiff. Looking at it made her pussy tingle. How good it would be to allow a hung lad who'd fucked his own mother to ram her pussy too. "Well. That was very therapeutic, Walter," Margaret said huskily. "You certainly were correct in saying that your prick always shoots off plentifully when you orgasm. I can't help noticing that your cock is still extremely stiff now. Do you often need to cum twice in a row to relieve the painful stiffness in your fuck organ?" "Yeah," Walter sighed. "Sometimes even more than that." "Then let's try another therapy exercise, Walter. You can fuck my pussy, right here on the floor, and you can think about your mother when you're doing it. Does that sound like an appealing idea to you?" "Yeah." "All right, Walter. Let me just take off my clothes." The wanton brunette rose to her feet, never taking her eyes off of Walter's enormous cock. Quickly she stripped naked, anticipating the effect that the unveiling of her petite, voluptuous body would have on Walter's cock. Walter groaned, staring at her, his prick pulsing harder than ever. Margaret was proud of her body. She was petite all over, except for her tits, which were extremely large and firm as they had been when she was in her teens. If it had not been for her position as a therapist and mother, the brunette would have spent much more time teasing men with her mouth-watering chest size. She enjoyed doing her errands in a tight t-shirt without a bra, letting men watch as her sumptuous tits quivered and bounced as she moved. Walter was ogling her big tits now. Margaret stretched out on the floor, wiggling her tight little ass into a good humping position on the carpet. She continued to stare hungrily at the lad's immense prick as she cocked and spread her girlish thighs high and wide. "Go ahead, Walter. Get on top of me. Fuck my juicy cunt." Walter dropped to his knees, his mammoth fuck pole jerking and twitching over her belly. He held his prick in hand, then fit the spongy cock tip into her tight, wet pussy. Margaret looked down, eagerly watching the fat, blue-veined fuck pole disappearing into her cunt. "Is my cunt tight enough for you, Walter? Do you like fucking my pussy as much has you like fucking your horny mother?" Walter didn't answer. He hovered on straight arms above her, his knees spread between her legs, his ass cheeks flexing as he fucked his long, achy cockshaft deeper into her pussy. The giant prick was really stretching her now. Margaret gasped with pleasure, feeling the battering ram hard-on plowing relentlessly into her. She started wiggling and humping at the same time, helping her young client bury his cock completely in her spasming, clasping cunt slit. "It feels so good, Walter! Unnggh! Fuck me deep, honey. Fuck me like you fuck your mother, honey. I need a good, hard fucking too!" Walter sprawled on top of her, crushing her tits under his chest. His hand came down, clawing the sides of her ass cheeks. Then he started fucking fast and hard, banging her blushing little ass onto the floor, drilling her tight pussy with long, skewering strokes of his blood-laden cock. "Is this how you fuck your mother, Walter? Unhggh! Oh, fuck, my pussy's so wet! Do it harder now! Feels so fucking good!" She raised her legs as high as she could, draping her ankles over his shoulders, completely opening her gooey fuck hole for the womb-reaching thrusts of his cock. Walter grimaced as he loomed over her, experiencing the delicious, spasming tightness of her pussy. Faster and faster he rammed his cock into her belly, reaming out her cunt completely with every stroke. "You like fucking, don't you, Walter? Unghh! That's why you fucked your mother, isn't it? You just wanted a nice, tight pussy to fuck. Isn't that right?" Walter just kept on grunting and humping, banging his stiff prick into her pussy. Margaret humped and wiggled to meet his strokes, shuddering every time the stiff cock reached the innermost depths of her cunt. "Do you have a horny mother, Walter? Does she like the way you fuck her as much as I do? It's nice to have a mom who's willing to fuck you, isn't? You don't have to go out and find a willing girl when your prick gets hard. You can just stay home and fuck your own mother's cunt." Margaret flexed her pussy muscles, making her narrow fucking channel grip and milk around the lad's pounding cock. By now Walter was fucking as hard as he could. He panted hoarsely on her neck, violently aroused by both her tight, gripping pussy and the obscene things she said about his fucking relationship with his mother. Margaret could feel her pussy gripping and flexing uncontrollably now. It was time to stop teasing Walter about his mother, and to instead concentrate on making herself cum. "Unngggh! My pussy's so wet now, Walter! Unggh! Fuck my cunt hole, fuck it super hard!" Walter fucked harder still, ramming his hips down, pounding his gigantic prick into the gushing sheath of her pussy. Margaret humped frantically to meet his strokes, her giant tits jiggling under his chest. Then her pussy started to suck and throb, and she knew she was on the verge of an extremely hard cum. "Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy!" she squealed. "I'm cumming, Walter! I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!" The cum was long and hard, pounding through her naked body, making her cock-stuffed fuck hole ripple lusciously around the probing length of Walter's prick. Walter kept fucking as fast as he could, his meaty cockshaft growing to total stiffness inside her belly. Then he rammed his big cock to the hilt, and Margaret knew he was cumming too. "Oh, Mrs. Kelly!" The second load of whit, sticky cock juice sprayed out of his cock tip, spouting and streaming torrentially into her cunt. Margaret shuddered with pleasure as she felt it blasting into her pussy, anointing the itchy walls of her cunt hole with a soothing tide of jizz. "That's a good boy, Walter. Shoot it all out." She humped, wiggled and flexed her fucking muscles, contracting her pussy around his jism-squirting cock, helping the hung lad shoot out every drop. At last the cum was over. Walter groaned and flopped off of her body, his cock pulling out of her pussy with a soft, popping sound. Margaret's cunt felt very wet and swollen, with a big puddle leaking out of her hairy slit onto the carpet. "Walter, you made an awfully big mess down there," she said. "Hasn't your mother taught you not to leave a mess? You're supposed to clean up the messes you make, Walter. With your tongue." Walter stared at her. Margaret spread her thighs again, giving him a mouth watering spread-beaver view of her pussy. She dipped her finger into her red, cum-dripping hole, darting it salaciously in and out. "It's all hot and creamy," she panted. "I want you to clean it up for me, right now. I can't put on my panties when there's so much cock juice in my pussy. I want you to give my pussy a good cleaning with your tongue." Walter still stared at her, shocked and excited that a woman who seemed so formal at first glance could voice such obscenities. Then he smiled and stretched out on his stomach between her legs. Margaret stared at him eagerly, watching as he pressed his mouth to her throbbing pussy. Then Walter started licking and lapping, sluicing his tongue up and down between the swollen folds of her pussy, licking up his own cum. "That's a good boy, Walter. Unggh! Your like licking pussy, don't you? I'll bet your mommy likes it when you suck her cunt too." Walter was too busy licking and sucking to reply. He thrust his tongue deep inside her pouty-lipped hole, shamelessly sucking his own cock juice out of the depths of her cuntal sheath. Margaret held his head and worked her ass slowly, fucking her throbbing pussy on his face. "I think your only problem is that you're so horny, Walter. I know just how to help you with your problem with your mother. Whenever your cock gets hard, you can just visit me and fuck me instead. I won't mind at all. As a matter of fact I'd like it." Walter nodded, busily licking and lapping, sucking the cum off her pussy until the horny little fuck hole gleamed only with cunt oils and spit. He moved his mouth higher, beginning to suck directly on her clit. Margaret whimpered, holding his head, keeping the tongue and lip action where she wanted it. But, as much as Walter delighted her, her unconscious mind was already straying to another, more forbidden fantasy. She still wanted to fuck her own nephew.