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The Slavery Series: Chapter 1

My hand landed violently on the pretty cheek of my new recruit and she fell in a heap onto the linoleum floor of my kitchen. Smiling, I turned and extended my hand to her father for a firm handshake. He nodded at me and said nothing, turned, and left. I turned back and gazed down at her, her wrists bound behind her back, as she sobbed.
Her name was Michelle and she had earned this punishment. She was eighteen and had just finished her freshman year at a nearby university, one of the very expensive and elitist East Coast establishments. Her parents had paid a lot of money for her to go there, just like they paid a lot of money for her brand new car, her cell phone, her swanky apartment, her overpriced clothes, her designer shoes, and her spring break trip to Europe. In return Michelle brought home pathetic grades, letters warning her of potential expulsion from said East Coast university, and a snotty attitude. She had spent one year guzzling booze and cum on her parents’ dime and didn’t feel a scrap of regret for treating them like that. At their wits end about how to get through to her that this was unacceptable behavior, they turned to me.
I was glad to do the work I did. Well-to-do parents paid me handsomely for what I casually call obedience training. Honestly, I’d do what I do for free, but I am taking on a huge risk considering the criminal nature of the business, so I do require payment in advance.
I lived in the second floor apartment of a small two story apartment building. Through a business arrangement with the landlord, the first floor remained permanently vacant, leaving myself and my slaves completely alone in the building. Even still, I had modified the apartment slightly, sound proofing the walls and tinting the windows, to ensure privacy.
This was my second year doing this kind of “work”. I spent last summer with a plump little bitch who had gone to school on an athletic scholarship and then put on more than the ‘freshman fifteen.’ Her scholarship had been revoked and she didn’t seem to think it was a big deal that her parents took out a second mortgage to cover her sophomore year. That was last summer, and I recently heard she had really turned it around this past school year.
This summer I was growing my business, so to speak. As Michelle laid sobbing to herself, I turned and stared at Amanda, my other summer slave. Two would be a lot of work, long hours, but I’m a very hard worker. Amanda was in basically the same boat as Michelle, she had miserable grades and her parents were appalled when pictures of Amanda topless and fondling cock in Cancun showed up on the internet this spring. Amanda sat in the corner of the living room, with her knees pulled up to her chin, and stared a hole into the carpet. Amanda had been here since yesterday, so both these girls were pretty much still in shock.
Amanda was a tall girl with short red hair that reached just to her chin line. She was the same kind of fat as last year’s girl she, which is probably best called chubby, with a noticeable muffin-top roll around her stomach, a superbly fat ass, and enormous tits. I don’t know the technical size, don’t really care, but a fair measurement is to say that each one of Amanda’s tits were much larger than her head. She had a beautiful face, too, and she was basically a dumb girl who had gotten by on her striking looks and mind boggling rack. She sat in the underwear she had been wearing beneath her slutty party dress when she showed up: a lacy black bra and a black thong that covered basically nothing at all.
Michelle was still fully clothed, so I didn’t have all the details yet, but she was also tall with dark hair that was long and straight. She was thin and more athletically built and I could already see she firmer ass than Amanda and much smaller tits. Her parents had abducted her from her bed in the middle of the night, bound her hands and covered her head in a pillowcase, and brought her to me, so she showed up in flannel pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. Amanda had been easy for her parents to nap, being that she was passed out drunk in their driveway. She had shown up at my door unconscious and was awfully surprised to wake up here, let me tell you.
Since she didn’t wake up until early this afternoon, I decided not to start my training with Amanda until Michelle showed up tonight. Amanda was hysterical when she awoke, screaming and crying. I administered her first beating until she quieted down. I was violent but careful with my girls, I didn’t find blood or broken noses or missing teeth attractive, so I only used opened handed strikes to get my point across. Amanda bruised some but nothing unsightly.
Since this place was both my training compound and my living space I had to prepare the place accordingly. The kitchen, which contained anything dangerous like knives or scissors, was behind a door that always locked. The rest of the rooms were essentially devoid of dangerous objects. Further, the girls wore a tight collar around their necks, with small metal hoops in front and back, which allowed me to keep them literally on a very short leash. I also had eye hooks installed on different strategic areas of wall and floor so as to maintain complete control over their movement. Ingeniously, each end of the leashes had a small locking mechanism that read and required my thumbprint in order to open, so once locked each girl was truly trapped. Amanda wore her collar and was leashed to a wall hook in the corner.
I pulled her new collar out of my pocket and approached Michelle. As I bent down to apply it she kicked at my shins hard. I grabbed her throat hard and she gasped for air. She continued to kick until I tightened my grip, her mouth was open and her tongue hanging but no air could get in, and I whispered to her that struggling was no use. I loosened my grip and she coughed and choked, gasping, and I casually snapped the collar around her neck. Tears poured down her soft cheeks but I showed no sympathy.
“You put yourself here,” I said to her smugly, “blame no one but yourself.”
“Fuck you,” she cried and she spat up at me. I didn’t fret, I simply pulled out her leash and clipped it to the hoop on the front of her throat. I stood up straight, holding the leash in my left hand, and raised my right hand high. I pulled sharply with my left, lifting the light weight Michelle up to a sitting position, and dropped my open hand harshly on her face. The slap was thunderous, Michelle shouted and fell to the floor again, and Amanda began crying behind me. I repeated, pulling Michelle up and then slamming her back down, until she only whimpered with each hit. When her will seemed broken I stopped and dragged her into the living room. I clipped her leash to Amanda’s collar and took a seat on the nearby couch.
“Okay, Amanda meet Michelle, Michelle, Amanda. Good. Now, let’s go over a couple of things. You are my property. That’s pretty much it, you have as much right to decide what I do with or to you as this couch does to decide if I sit on it or not. Understand?” Neither of them moved a muscle.
“So,” I continued, “you will both probably harbor some resentment against me, naturally, but let me assure you, so much as considering inflicting some kind of harm on me would be a grave misstep on your part, understand? You both know why you’re here, it’s very serious, and I promise I take it very seriously. Any questions?” No one spoke up. “Seriously, this may be the last time I ask your opinion on anything, so ask them if you got them.” I waited. Amanda seemed distant, trying to block this all out. Finally Michelle raised her head and spoke.
“Fuck you, asshole,” she sneered. I stood up and walked over to her.
“Fuck your asshole? You know, that’s not a bad idea.” I began loosening my pants.
“No, fuck you, get the fuck away from me!” Michelle shouted. I calmly dropped my pants, my substantial cock sprung forth, and unclipped Michelle from Amanda. I heard Michelle gasp when she saw my cock’s girth.
I pulled Michelle to her knees and dragged her over to the couch. I bent her over onto the couch, stifling her screams by slamming her face into a pillow. I held her head down and roughly pulled her pajama pants down to her knees. She had on adorable panties, white with little yellow smiling suns, and I smiled at them before pulling them down as well. Michelle had a beautiful ass, firm and athletic, and I spanked it hard. I glanced down to investigate her pussy for the first time but all I saw was a thick tangle of dark hair. She had a dense pubic bush, something you don’t see a lot these days, and resting just above it was her tiny dark asshole. The little skin was wrinkled and tight and looked perfect.
I lowered myself until my cock was pushed up against her asshole. I took my hand off her head to use both to spread her cheeks and she screamed for me to stop.
“Shut the fuck up bitch, I’m sure you crammed more cocks in your shitter than you could count this year, didn’t you?” I truly thought she did, until I pushed down and her asshole didn’t give. She howled a blood curdling scream of pain as my cock strained at her back door. This little slut was still an anal virgin.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck!!” she hollered. The head of my cock finally broke through and Michelle started whipping her whole body in protest. Her ass was on fire, painfully dry and tight. I felt her muscles clench and try to expel me but I bore on, making slow progress, each millimeter deeper sending waves of pain through Michelle.
I howled as my fat log of a cock plowed Michelle’s ass open. She howled too, though not for the same reasons. I had never fucked a virgin ass before, and the staggering resistance and heat was earth shattering. My cock had never felt better, and it made me a little sad to know Michelle little butt hole would never be quite this tight again.
My cock was finally buried in her ass, my balls slapped up against her, and she was full on crying now. I looked over at Amanda.
“Hey, slut, anyone ever fucked your ass before?”
Amanda looked away from me and said nothing.
“I’m talking to you bitch!” I howled. Amanda met my angry stare and nodded slightly.
“I thought so, you fat slut. Hey, hey, watch me fuck her ass.” Amanda started to look away. “Watch you fat bitch or I’ll have to do something about it.”
Amanda raised her eyes and stared blankly at my thick shift as it stroked in and out of Michelle’s ass. Michelle cried in pain with any movement of my cock and after a few deep thrusts I had pushed her over the edge. She laid panting and looked as though she was nearly blacked out.
I continued my assault on Michelle’s asshole with animalistic lust. The first fuck of a long summer of abusive fucks was one to really savor. But it couldn’t last forever, Michelle’s tight ass was unintentionally working the cum out of me, and soon I began to pant and twitch. I pushed in hard, penetrating new depths, and Michelle screamed as I began draining my balls into her. I unloaded a cum load that had been burning inside me since Amanda showed up at my door last night. It was enormous, as they always were, and it flooded Michelle’s tiny ass.
I pulled out roughly and Michelle rocked as I did. My cum sprang up from her asshole and leaked out, her tiny little rectum unable to contain it all, and it seeped down and smeared into her thick bush. I noticed Amanda watching with rapture, wide eyed, and I also noticed the wet circle that appeared on the front of her panties, though I said nothing.
Finally finished and satisfied, I unclipped Amanda and told her to stay on her knees. I dragged Michelle off the couch and led both of them, Amanda hobbling on her knees and Michelle barely managing to crawl, to the bathroom. I clipped them both to wall hoops and told them this was their chance to use the toilet and clean up, etc., before bed. Once they had I led them to my bedroom where, beside my large bed, there were two hooks drilled into the hardwood floor. I clipped each one there, Amanda in her black lacy underwear and Michelle still in her bed tee but naked from the waist down, and told them to shut the fuck up and go to sleep. Eventually, if they were good, they might get some pillows, but for now they were forced to curl up side by side on the cold floor.

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The Bus Driver And His Angels

Story is a record of how I managed to progress from school bus driver, to personal driver to Mandy and her 5 friends. From age 9 when we met, through to later teens when and how my dream girls became my personal toys.

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Train Ride

Train Ride
The alarm sounded to get me out of bed to face another day, not that I needed it I was already awake and getting ready to head off to work after being woken by my daughter Sophia practising her piano. I did not mind, she was a great kid and she had a real talent on the piano. I heard Lina, my wife of 10 years preparing breakfast in the kitchen as I rose and made my way into the shower. Some may have called my life humdrum but I was happy with my routine and more than content with my life. I was an executive in a large toy company with a gorgeous wife and a very smart daughter waiting for me when I got home every night from work.
I hurried downstairs and grabbed the sandwich Lina had prepared on my way out of the house.
“Hey” Lina called
“Where’s my kiss?”
I turned and pulled her tiny frame up against me and kissed her hard on the lips, turned and hurried for the door.
“If I get caught by Mrs Sarno it’s your fault” I yelled as I closed the door behind me. Laughing to myself I turned and ran down the stairs only to see Mrs Sarno standing at her gate waiting for me. I cussed under my breath and then greeted her.
“Good morning Mrs Sarno”
“Well hello dear boy” she replied “it looks like the late train for you this morning Bello”
The dear old woman did not realise how much I resented that frequent statement of hers. You see there was the 7:45 train that was an express from my station to the city with only 2 stops on the way that took 15 minutes to get to work. If I missed this train the next was at 8 and stopped all stations taking 45 minutes to get to work, standing up and getting me there just in time to start work with no coffee or time to relax before I started. Sure the 7:45 got me there to early but I didn’t mind catching up with work mates over a coffee after having a comfortable trip into work but on average this happened once or twice a week if lucky and I owed it all to Mrs Sarno. She had made a habit of catching me nearly every morning for two years since we moved in to tell me all manner of stories. I didn’t have the heart to tell her she was making me late and keep moving and so most of my days began in a rush.
After hearing all about her eldest sons visit in the coming fall and all the plans they had made I ran to see if I could still make the 7:45. As I flew down the subway stairs I was just in time to see the 7:45 speeding off into the distance. I couldn’t help but cuss and take a seat to catch my breath for a couple of minutes before taking my place on the front of the platform with the slim chance that front position may get me a seat for my 45 minute trip.
The train arrived and I moved effortlessly into the carriage being pushed by the crowd more or less. As suspected I did not manage to be rewarded with a seat for the trip and so grabbed the overhead rail and tried to come up with a topic to occupy my mind until I arrived in the city. I closed my eyes and thought about the upcoming holidays and the snow trip I had organised for my two beautiful girls. I had to be careful that the trains rocking and swaying did not put me to sleep as I planned the trip in my head.
It was just after the train’s second stop that i became aware of something pressing into the front of my pants. I was used to being squashed in between strangers and also quite accustomed to otherwise awkward situations being the norm on these trips into work as there was a severe lack of space and nothing anyone could do about it. No one seemed to care much as they understood the situation and usually I did too. However this was different. I distinctly felt a fingertip running along the length of my penis on top of my trousers and then tracing it again before squeezing the now slightly firm tip between a finger and thumb.
I looked down but being a tall man of 6’5 could only see the tops of heads. I could not even put my arms down as I had a head nestled firmly under each armpit and was that tightly packed amongst the crowd that I was temporarily powerless do anything about the situation. I began to panic. What should I do? Who was doing this? What were they thinking? I was a happily married man who had always been faithful to my wife and now someone other than her was groping at my genitals. My body began to betray me as the rubbing continued and then to my disbelief I felt my trousers being unzipped and my penis bobbed out of my pants into the cool air. I felt my eyes bug out of my head and my heart began to race. I struggled to move away, to escape but to no avail. Then in one paralysing move I felt the now swollen head of my penis slip into the warmth of my assailant’s mouth. I closed my eyes and dropped my head so as to not make a spectacle of myself.
My head raced with thought after thought. Who was doing this? Was it someone I knew? Was it a young person or old? Was it even a female? What if it was not? Was the guy that was looking at me from in front of the door two 5 metres away aware of what was happening? Was the fact that somewhere deep inside I was enjoying this indication that I was gay?
My assailant moved clumsily licking and sucking my rebellious member as it grew to full erection. I hoped and prayed that it was not a male mouth wrapped around my throbbing knob. I hoped it was a lady, a beautiful lady. Perhaps a supermodel that was longing for a sexual encounter that was out of the public eye so to speak. What was I thinking? I was trying to make this betrayal of my marriage vows acceptable. I was enjoying being fellated by a complete stranger, what kind of monster did this make me?
I pressed my eyelids down harder and tried to imagine that it was my wife with her mouth around my cock head. Sure it was, I mean it was our anniversary in 3 weeks and this was her present. Never mind that I had left her less than quarter of an hour ago in our kitchen and she had no way possible of making the train before me to set this up.
A delicate little hand massaged my balls as the mouth now began sliding up and down my length, exploring my genitals. Gently touching and teasing it and then become bolder with every move.
It felt fantastic then horrible then marvellous then perverted. I was experiencing a once in a lifetime encounter that others only dream of but at the same time betraying my wife and family, betraying even myself if I admitted to even an ounce of pleasure from this attack.
It seemed to go on for hours as my assault continued. Panic and guilt gave way more and more to pleasure as my assailant grew bolder and more skilful in their assault on my trembling shaft. I felt a pair of small hands on my buttocks as my abuser increased their intake of my penis and pulled me into their mouth. I bottomed out in their throat but they continued to thrust my cock in and out of their hungry mouth. I could not help but make comparison with my wife’s oral skill and was ashamed to admit that my attacker would be my preferred fellator if ever faced with the ridiculous choice.
My attacker increased the intensity of their assault stroking my shaft vigorously at the same time as sucking ferociously, hungrily on my throbbing cock head. Defenceless my body gave way and my treacherous cock exploded in my assailant’s mouth. Temporarily I thought that this was at least some payback for the disorder they had brought upon my life until I realised it was more reward than punishment as they sucked and swallowed every drop of my seed down their hungry mouth.
Had I let go of the overhead rail I would have collapsed in a heap over the crowd. Just then I faintly acknowledged the name of my station being announced over the speaker. My assailant had returned my disloyal member to its place within my trousers and now I would find out who the perpetrator of this unwanted attack was. As the crowd poured out of the carriage doors I looked down and then left followed by right but my desperate search revealed no clue as to who my attacker had been. There were many suspects but in reality everyone I laid eyes on could have been a suspect.
It could have been the beautiful blonde that no doubt was a model or if not could be if she wished or it could be the young man with the impeccably matched attire that had been lost to his my vision as soon as the ride had started. For all I knew it could have been the old Italian Lady that hurried away from the carriage looking back over her shoulder frequently as she left.
I sat on a chair in the subway trying to come to grips with the events of the last half an hour. I tried hard to convince myself that it was all a bad dream the more I tried the more it seemed like a dream come true.
All day I struggled foolishly to get work done with no avail. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Should I go to the police? What would I tell them? Would they believe me? Why would they? Had I done something to somebody to encourage this attack? Was it after all a loving yet perverted gift from my wife?
Over the next few weeks I got no answers and my questions became overpowering. I frequently thought that I must have been attacked by an experimenting youth or a lonely housewife and that it was a closed chapter. I wanted to believe that it was my wife but after more and more snooping that option became more and more unlikely. Part of me wanted to know who and why so I could place myself in their path of attack again and feel the soothing warmth of their lips upon my aching cock once more.
I chose not to go to the police and had all convinced myself that it was a one off event when it happened a second time.
I was late like the first time but had managed to get a seat. I sat between two old ladies with both of their husband’s big old asses in my face wishing I had not got a seat and doing my best to breathe. The train ride started and then stopped just as suddenly throwing everyone on the train forward with a jolt. As the train was so packed there was not much of an impact I imagine however I myself was thrown onto my knees on the floor. When I went to return to my chair someone had stolen my seat.
I was livid, I could not move and so would have to remain on my knees for 45 minutes until we arrived in the city and I had banged myself up against someone’s knees in the fall. The train started and I did my best to get m ore comfortable when all of a sudden a hand gripped the back of my head.
“What the……” I murmured as my head was drawn toward the knees that had been the cause of my throbbing headache.
Is my head drew near the knees parted and my face was drawn deeper and deeper in between the parting thighs until my face was hard up against this stranger’s pussy. Once more I struggled to free my hands and brake free but I was trapped by the crowd.
It was question time again. Was this the same attacker? Why would someone wear no underwear on the train? Was this person stalking me? What had I done to them?
My thoughts went back to the first encounter. I had struggled unsuccessfully and had missed some of the thrill this situation had to offer. I began to look at the situation from a different angle. If this was in fact my wife I owed it to her to satisfy her to the best of my ability and if not……….. Well I convinced myself that it was and dove in hungrily.
If this was my wife she had shaved since I had last seen her pussy. I could not see much but my attacker was soft and sweet smelling, she was clean and tasted delicious. She tasted of berries and was very small and tight. I knew it was not my wife now but chose to believe it was. I circled her lips clockwise and then back in the opposite direction with the tip of my tongue. My reward was nectar purer and sweeter than any I had ever known. I drank of it and then went in for more. I could tell that my assailant no matter how young or old was not use to the service I provided as she came easily again when I thrust my tongue in and out of her sopping wet slit. I sucked on her turgid clitoris and flicked it with my tongue bringing about her final orgasm before we reached the city.
As I clambered out from between her legs I caught a glimpse of a small tattoo on her ankle that was a heart with a name on it. I guessed it may be a friend or a relative that had passed away and tried to rise and see her face before she escaped but one of the fat assed Italian men got in my way and again my assailant escaped. But I had narrowed it down to a blonde airline stewardess obviously making her way to work, a nerdy looking college girl in a letterman jacket and a small woman with long silky black hair down to her backside with a hat on. They were all attractive in their own right but what was I doing? I was becoming more comfortable with this mystery mistress. I was becoming less of a victim and more of an adulterer.
At work all my thoughts were dominated by this mystery assailant, at home I grew more distant from my wife and daughter. I arrived late at work after taking an extra train ride hoping to bump into my mystery lover one more time. I was forced to take a couple of weeks off to sort out my affairs which I planned to do without my wife’s knowledge. I caught trains all day and all night and got home later and later. I told my wife work had picked up but the extra hours would not be forever. My deceit was my obsession and my obsession was becoming my downfall. I wasn’t eating but was drinking heavily. I had lost weight and looked like a wreck.
Then it happened as before, I was on the morning train that would normally take me to work. I was standing in the doorway surveying the crowd on board. There were many women that could have been my anonymous lover but none of them looked suspicious. The train moved off and I made sure my hands were above my head as was my practice these days. I did not want them to be pinned at my side. Although I was jammed tightly amongst other passengers I was sure I could not be trapped as before. There were only male passengers around me which frustrated me as I knew it meant nothing would happen today. The train reached the first of many stops and the doors opened. A few more sardines squeezed into the can and the doors closed tightly. This was the biggest crowd for a while and I was finding it hard to breathe. One of the men in front of me turned side on and his ass pressed against me, or so I thought.
Like the first time I felt a hand rubbing my cock through my trousers. My heart felt relief and my cock began to rise. My unknown lover freed my cock from my pants but who could it be? I looked about and realised that again my hands were trapped above my head and my assailant was not visible to me. This is what I told myself, this is what I believed. My cock was now resting on the soft smooth skin of a stranger’s ass. A hand grabbed and guided my cock between their cheeks. A silky smooth pair of pussy lips kissed the tip of my prick and hesitated. The train whistle blew and the train slowed suddenly at the next stop. Unexpectedly my attacker was impaled on my cock and her ass dropped as I felt her legs buckle and her body shudder. She composed herself and our bodies rocked back and forth in time with the movements of the train. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. I filled my assailant with my seed once and then continued. I barely began to shrink before the thought of what was happening and the feeling combined made me rock hard again. My lover came many times and refused to stop pumping.
Then as quickly as it happened the doors flung open at the last stop before the city and she was gone. I quickly zipped up my pants and ran out of the carriage. I was just in time to see a familiar hat and long black hair disappear off the top of the escalator and tried to run but was stopped by the crowd. I went to wipe the sweat from my face but noticed the blood on my hands before quickly exiting into the first bathroom I came across. I cleaned myself up and then sat in a cubicle.
How old was this girl? Why me? This had gone far enough and would only end in disaster it thought. I decided to head home and tell my wife everything and then I would go to the police and report it to. I headed across the platform and caught the first train back home very shaky and scared. I had been a fool but it was over now. I even felt better as I neared my house and walked up the steps.
When I went inside no one was home so I went upstairs to clean up. I put on some washing then showered and went to put on some fresh clothes. As I walked past Sophie’s room I caught sight of something that sent a chill up my spine. I walked in and across the room and from under her bed I saw part of the same familiar hat. I pulled it out and attached to it was a long black silky wig. The tattooed ankle flashed in my mind only this time I could see what was written clearly. It read ‘Daddy’. Om my god what had I done. I sat on the edge of her bed with my head in my hands but did not know she had come in until I smelt her………’berries’.
She walked across the room and pressed my confused and grief stricken face between her beautiful perky naked tits and said
“It’s ok Daddy, I will look after you. Everything will be fine”

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The Island, Chapter 14

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

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Missy Brother and Dad (6)

Missy Brother and Dad (6)
….Josh was torn between having the hots for his mom and his sister. They both fucked really good. He liked his sisters being young at 14, and so taboo, and fucking his extremely horny mom now. He didn’t think about his mom moving into the spare bedroom, that she would be right next to Missy’s room.
That night he went to Missy’s room first. She took his hand and laid him on his back. Pulling down his boxers and took them off. She had on a sexy blue nightie, with little tiny blue panties. She laid on top of him as they kissed and felt each other up. After having Jen lick her real good that afternoon,
Missy wanted more clit licking done on her. Josh eased her little panties down as she panted, getting so turned on. He felt her butt and ran his fingers down her little butt crack…She moaned…as he fingered around her little back hole. She puckered her butt and moaned louder…‘Shhhhh‘..Josh said. Missy whispered, (‘oh joshie!…you know how to make me so hot.’) Missy turned and stuck her little pussy in Josh’s face. He started licking her soft at first, he let her squirm for more. She pushed her clit firm into his tongue and then he started licking her clit, and slowly speeded up as she moaned and squirmed more,
…she uncontrollably started fucking his face and moaning in bursts…“ohohohohohohoh” and pumping her pussy into his face harder..she moaned…(“Oh my God Joshie!”)…and locked her little body up and shook ..with a shaking squirming climax. Josh shot right in her warm mouth as she started swallowing it fast as she could, then what she loved to do best, taste his cum, over and over in her mouth.
They were spent…little spasms jolted them at times….
(Mom swallowed hard, with her ear to the wall.)
…..Mom sat up in bed in a daze. She had just heard her son and daughter having glorious sex. Her mind went back and forth between being happy for them, and shock. But what could she say, she too was having sex with her own son too. Finally her head cleared and she began to grin. She thought, little Missy is feeling Josh just like mom, and it does feel good. She had heard of brothers fucking their sisters before, but now….hers were. She wanted Josh bad, and Missy would just have to share with mom, and that was final. She was finally getting the hot sex she longed for and she was going to get it even if ….they
….oh my god…both fucked him together.
Her heart jumped at the words that just came out of her mouth. Her pussy jumped with a jolt of a hot tingle . She felt a warm wave of desire flow over her, just thinking about it…
wow…her body liked that idea.
She paused…and let her self think of the pure excitement of having sex with her son….and her daughter. She was already having sex with her son, now adding her sexy daughter…..she got a hot feeling in her stomach. She felt her pussy getting soaking wet. She started picturing them all together.
She once had a an affair with another girl, that no one ever knew about. It happened in high school. Her best friend, Megan. They slept over. They talked about sex. They wondered what it would be like to have sex with a girl. Megan wanted to try it.
…..They turned out the lights. Megan’s folks were gone for the weekend. They started by just kissing at first. They liked that. Next they felt each others young tits, mom had the bigger ones. Megan got real excited feeling them. Mom got warm tingles in her nipples. Megan asked her if she could suck on them. Mom didn’t answer, this was all so taboo, and the fear of being branded a ‘lesbo‘. Megan just went ahead and raised her nightie up. Mom froze and just let Megan do what she wanted, loving the massive tingles she was getting.
….It was all coming back to her now. How hot that was
and she never forgot it, but kept it a deep dark secret in her mind. Now she let the thoughts of just how much hot pleasure it had really been to her.
…..Megan started sucking on her tits. She got new tingles she never had before. This was so very taboo, it made the pit of her stomach feel hot. She just lay there and let Megan do whatever she wanted, it felt so good. She remembers now, how she felt like a little sex slave, and liked the feeling. She wasn’t doing anything taboo, Megan was, not her. Megan was breathing hard, and just reached down and felt her pussy hair. Mom secretly loved this, as her pussy had never been so wet. She said nothing, but Megan could tell by her squirms, she liked it. Megan pulled her panties off slowly, expecting Mom to stop her any second. Megan felt her pubic hair more. She ran the tip of her fingers along mom’s young slit. She remembers she shivered and felt more wetness in her pussy as Megan pushed her fingers in further. They neither one said a word.
…..Mom was quivering inside her pussy now, steady. She just let Megan proceed. Megan opened mom’s legs wide apart. She put her finger in deep and felt around, and pushed it in and out. Mom loved this and squirmed. Megan found her G spot, and massaged it. Mom moaned and raised her pussy high in the air. Now the Megan was really excited, and so was mom. Megan went under the covers and raised mom’s legs at the knee. She opened her legs and pussy wide. Mom next felt Megan’s tongue licking around her clit. Mom jumped and moaned. Megan kept licking her clit till mom reached down, held her head tight against her pussy. Mom shook hard, and moaned out long and loud with a shuttering orgasm.
Mom shivered thinking about that event. Megan did this every time they slept over. Megan never ask mom to do it to her, but mom so wanted to do it to her.
She pictured licking Missy’s pussy, and got a jolt in her pussy, just thinking about it. Maybe this was going to work out hot for all of them. How would she started it.
She got an idea.
She’d make little Missy horny for mom.
She knew just how to do it.
Mom’s can touch their daughters like no one else can, without anyone suspecting a thing. She decided to take advantage of that.
The next evening, mom had a talk with Missy in mom‘s room. They talked ‘girl’ talk, giggled and talked low. Mom whispered, (“when was the last time we took a shower together?) She knew Missy loved this. Missy’s face lit up and said back: (“how about tonight!”) Mom grinned and held up one finger to her lips, like it was a secret. Missy shivered at the thought. Mom had not seen much of Missy’s now 14 yr old body in a while. Missy’s tits were growing and so was her shape. She had a little pussy hair now. About 8pm they went and both put on their robes. They both waited till all was settled down in the house. Missy was excited and mom was triple that.
…..Missy couldn’t remember the last time she saw her mom naked, but she always loved mom’s big tits, hoping hers would grow that big. Whenever she hugged her mom, she always put her head on her mom’s big tits and felt them with her head. Mom knew this, only to well.
At 8pm they went in and shouted they were showering now, letting Josh and dad know. The guys didn’t think anything about it.
Mom and Missy went into the bathroom, mom locked the door. They grinned and watched each other take their robes off. Mom start to hyperventilate as she watched Missy drop her robe, Oh the site of little Missy’s body excited her. Her tit’s had grown nicely, she had more waist and hips now. And that little patch of pubic hair looked like it was dying to be licked.
Mom dropped her robe. Missy for the very first time got tingles in her pussy from the site of mom‘s hot looking body. It shocked her. She saw her big tits, her nice curves and a full bush of pubic hair. Missy was getting a preview of what she hoped her body would be like. They both just smiled as they stood and looked at each other.
…..Running their eyes up and down their body’s. Mom started the shower and they stepped in. Mom couldn’t wait to wash little Missy body. Memories of mom washing her came to Missy’s mind. Mom always started first with the soap. Missy stood with her eyes closed and let mom wash her. This time was different. Mom hands went slow, rubbing Missy’s body all over and she saved her tits and pussy for last. Missy noticed this and asked if she could wash mom some. Mom was weak in the legs and leaned against the shower wall, and closed her eyes now. Missy did the same to mom, but not washing her tit’s or pussy. They both stood for a minuet and just looked at their soapy body’s. They both grinned and started rubbing each others soapy body’s. Mom was breathing fast and Missy too. They started doing each others tits.
…..They both got tingles and chill bumps, feeling each others warm tits. Missy had new feelings now, and got hot doing this. Mom was trying to compose herself and not suck on Missy tits like the wanted to. Missy just went ahead and started kissing her mom’s tits. Mom jumped and held Missy head, just feeling her as she now sucked on mom’s nipples. This was all new to Missy and she was ecstatic with the jitters. She never had an adult shower this way. She hoped her mom wouldn’t stop her from the hot pleasure. Mom had never showered this way with another woman and her stomach shook inside. They continued squeezing each other’s tits, and mom join in sucking Missy tits and sucking her little nipples. Missy’s hand drifted down toward mom bush. She was dying to feel the hair. Mom spread her legs indicating, go ahead. Now mom’s trembling hand slid down to Missy’s little pussy. Missy jumped, and then spread her legs as well. They both got hotter and hotter as their hands felt new pussy’s.
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Babysitting for Married Men 3 – a new career

“Hi, Emily. It’s Matt.” … “Oh! Uh, Hi.” I hadn’t been with Matt for over a year. I used to babysit for the Rikers and Matt had taken my virginity one night when his wife was away. Our affair went on until I moved away to college. I was in my dorm room when the phone rang and it was him.

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Cameron (First installment)

This story is about a real boy I know. Parts of this are true but most is fiction. This story mainly involves two boys an 11 y.o. and an 18 y.o. If you don’t like that then don’t read it and then flame in comments because to be honest I don’t care if the material offends you. On the other hand if you have suggestions, comments or just wanna chat please feel free to email me at [email protected]. Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

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Slutty Best Friends 2

Jenny woke up unexpectedly from a very pleasant dream. She was having flashbacks to the events of the night before, when she and her best friend Becca had sucked off each others’ little brothers in a hot tub. “Dammit,” Jenny swore, “and it was just getting good, too.” Jenny couldn’t always remember her dreams, but she always remembered her sex dreams. Those were her favorites, and her most frequent. She reached down and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was wet, as she expected. She brought her hand back up and sucked her juices from her fingers, loving the taste of her own pussy. She never questioned why Becca loved eating her out. She glanced at the clock, and noticed it was still pretty early. “Kevin’s probably not even awake yet.” She thought about using her extra time to masturbate, but realized she was horny for what she was doing in her dream. She needed to suck cock again. She smiled, knowing just where she could find someone willing to let her have her fun. Jenny stood up, left her room, and walked down the hall to her brother’s room.
She stood in her brother’s doorway, wearing just a pink nightie and panties. “Oh Kevin, wake up!” she urged in a sing-song voice. Kevin groggily woke up. Upon seeing his sexy older sister in his doorway, however, he was instantly at full attention, as was his cock. “Mornin’ little brother. How would you like a quick blowjob before school?” Jenny asked, with a naughty grin on her face.
“…Am I still dreaming?” Kevin asked, kinda lamely.
Jenny giggled. “No, silly, if this were a dream I’d be naked already. Now c’mon, come sit on the edge of your bed here.” Jenny said, walking over to the side of Kevin’s bed. Kevin pulled his covers off him and swung his legs around so he was sitting up with his legs dangling over the side of his bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, and his hard cock looked like it was already about to pop out. Jenny licked her lips. “Now, let’s get started.” She grabbed the hem of her nightie and pulled it off of herself, exposing her bare tits to her brother. Kevin was practically shaking with excitement. For the first time, his sister was actually going to suck his cock. Jenny got down on her knees in front of her brother, wearing just her pink panties, reached out and took her brother’s cock out of his boxers. She stroked it with her hand just to get a good feel of it; it was already rock hard.
Jenny moaned. “Mmmm, I really need this.” She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Kevin’s cock, and slowly moved down, taking it all into her mouth. Jenny had had experience with many larger cocks, so she slid her brother’s dick into her mouth with ease and started licking and sucking it. As she slid his dick in and out of her mouth, every now and then she would let out a tiny, sexy moan. But pretty soon she started to pick up the pace. As much as she was enjoying herself, and despite wanting to pleasure her little brother as much as possible, she knew she didn’t have a whole lot of time, and she wanted his cum as fast as she could get it. Her moans of pleasure were soon replaced by sloppy slurping noises as she sucked her brother’s dick as fast as she could. Kevin was in heaven, and he was still so amazed by the whole situation that he didn’t even think to warn his sister when he was about to cum. But Jenny was so used to guys cumming in her mouth, it didn’t even phase her. As her brother’s cock erupted in her mouth, she swallowed it all like a dutiful whore. God this is hot, Jenny thought, my own brother is cumming in my mouth!
Jenny kept sucking until she was sure she had gotten every last drop. She was still on her knees stroking his dick when Kevin fell onto his back, completely drained. “Mmm, Becca was right! You do taste good, little bro!”
“God that was awesome. Thank you, Jenny.” he said.
“No problem, little bro.” Jenny gave her brother’s cock one last kiss before standing up. “What are big sisters for, anyway?” she giggled to herself. Then she slipped her tiny pink panties off, said “here,” and threw them onto her brother’s face. “I know you like jerking off into my panties, little bro. Feel free to use ’em whenever you need to.”
Jenny picked up her discarded nightie and left her brother’s room still naked. She felt so deliciously dirty after that, and she couldn’t wait to tell Becca all about it.
***
When Becca woke up, at first everything felt normal. But then she remembered her slutty display in front of her brother the night before, and knew things were gonna be way more fun around the house now. She got out of bed, wearing just her bra and panties like usual. But instead of walking down the hall to the bathroom before taking them off, she stripped them off right away and walked down the hall naked. She left the bathroom door wide open and climbed right into the shower.
Kyle heard his sister walk down the hall, but when he got to the bathroom he was surprised to see the door completely open. In the past, he had always had to peek in through a crack to watch his hot sister undress. Becca could see through the fogged up glass of the shower that her brother had entered the bathroom, wearing a T-shirt and boxers. He stood in front of the mirror brushing his teeth. It was obvious he was watching Becca shower, because Kyle never took more than a few seconds to brush his teeth, and he was there for minutes. Becca made a show of lathering up her impressive tits for a while, then turned the shower off and stepped out.
“Hey, little bro.” Becca said casually. Kyle had just spit into the sink, then he turned, and stopped and stared in awe at his older sister’s wet, glistening, naked body. Becca took a towel and brought it to her face, taking longer than necessary to dry it off so her brother could get a nice long look at her amazing teen body. When she finished, she held the towel down, and saw Kyle had a massive tent in his boxers. She laughed and pointed at his crotch. “Wow, bro, that’s some serious morning wood. You want some help with that?”
Kyle looked down and noticed what she was talking about. He looked really embarrassed. Becca laughed again. “Hey, relax, little brother. Don’t be shy, you should be proud of that. You got a pretty big tool for a guy your age. Jenny really seemed to enjoy it last night, but then again that little slut loves every dick she sees.” Becca, still wet and completely nude, got on her knees in front of her brother. “Here, I’ll give you a hand.” She pulled Kyle’s boxers down and his hard dick sprang out. She took it in one hand, spit on it for lubrication, and started stroking it.
Becca gave great handjobs. She’d started jerking off her guy friends in 7th grade, and she’d loved doing it ever since. Something about helping a guy masturbate just thrilled her for some reason. She started using two hands to pump her brother’s cock, and Kyle had to grab the bathroom counter to keep from losing his balance and falling over. After just minutes of Becca’s skilled handiwork, Kyle started to cum. She held her tits up with one hand, and kept stroking and aiming Kyle’s cock at her tits with the other hand. Spurt after spurt of her brother’s big white load splashed onto her tits. Becca loved when guys came on her tits, and she smiled a devilish smile as she watched her brother’s load spill out onto her chest.
“There, that better?” Becca asked as she milked the last drops of cum from Kyle’s dick. When he was finished and his cock started to deflate, Becca started rubbing her brother’s cum into her still wet tits. Then she laughed. “I’m such a whore, I just showered and I couldn’t even go five minutes without getting dirty again!”
“Thanks, sis.” Kyle said.
“Nah, don’t mention it. You ever need help with your morning wood, I’d be glad to lend a hand.” Becca responded. Then, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, Becca finished toweling off and walked back to her room to finish getting ready for school.
***
Jenny left her house and began walking along her usual route to the bus stop. When she got to Becca’s house, Becca had just left the front door and was waiting for Jenny to catch up.
“Well, I sucked my brother’s dick.” Jenny announced.
“Good morning to you, too.” Becca said dryly.
Jenny giggled. “Sorry. Mornin’, babe. But I just had to tell you. I had a dream about last night and woke up super horny, so I just had to suck him.”
“His cock was fun to suck, wasn’t it? Just like I told you.”
“Uh-huh! What about your brother’s? Have you gotten a taste yet?”
“Oh. No. But, I gave him a handjob after he watched me in the shower. I let him cum all over my tits.”
Jenny giggle. “Oh you slut, you just love gettin’ guys to cum on your big titties, don’tcha?”
“Yes, but not as much as you love getting guys to cum on your face, or on your ass, or in your mouth, or just about anywhere!” Becca laughed.
“Good point, I am a bit of a cum slut, huh? How long did it take ya to figure that one out? Anyway you gotta suck your brother off after school today.”
“Are you gonna suck off your brother again after school?” Becca asked.
“No, I’m gonna fuck him. I probably would’ve this morning, but I guess I didn’t think I had time. You should totally fuck yours too, come to think of it.”
“Fine, after school we’ll fuck our brothers.” Becca said.
“Deal. Let’s kiss on it.” Jenny said. The two best friends stopped for a moment and leaned in for a slow, lust-filled, sensual kiss. Becca’s hands moved down Jenny’s back and up her skirt, grabbing her tight ass. They stopped kissing for a second for Jenny to giggle, then resumed their make-out session as Jenny started grabbing Becca’s tits through her top. Secretly, they both hoped some of the neighbors were watching them. They finished their kiss and continued walking, and Jenny gave Becca one last slap on the ass as they went.
“Dressed a little different today, aren’t you, Becca?” Jenny said.
“I know! I’m actually wearing pants! Weird, huh?”
Becca was dressed in a pair of tan short shorts, just barely covering her ass. “Those are not pants! They don’t count as pants unless they’re at least two inches below your ass!”
“Well then what would you call these?”
“Those are booty shorts! And I hope you enjoyed that spanking, because the guys in the hallways are gonna be giving you lots more, all day!”
“Really?” Becca asked.
“Yes! You never really notice, because you’re always wearing skirts and dresses and guys are too busy trying to upskirt you. But I’ve been wearing booty shorts since 6th grade, and guys always smack and grab my ass in the hallways.
“And yet you keep wearing them.” Becca added.
Jenny smiled. “I never said I didn’t like it. Not today though, just an ordinary, totally-not-slutty cheerleading uniform for me.”
Becca laughed. “I bet your dad didn’t like you wearing booty shorts in middle school.”
“Oh, he hated it! He still does, too. He still comes into my room every now and then and picks up, like, a pair of my jeans shorts off the floor and asks ‘What is this, denim underwear?'”
Becca laughed again. “Oh my god! My dad does the same thing! He’ll be like ‘Is this a belt or a skirt?'”
The girls kept laughing and telling stories about how their fathers berated them for their choice of clothing until the school bus arrived.
***
At lunch, Becca sat at a table in the cafeteria with five of her guy friends. As she ate her lunch, she was leaning forward slightly reading a book. As with most of Becca’s choices in tops, she was showing ample cleavage as she leaned forward. She felt something small hit her in the chest, and looked up to see a few pieces of popcorn and some tiny carrots scattered on the table in front of her. Then she looked up at her friends, confused.
Her friends laughed, then one of them said, “Sorry, Becca. We were trying to see who could land something in your cleavage first!”
Becca glanced down and realized how much cleavage she’d been showing, then smiled and looked back up. She put her book down, crossed her arms on the table, and leaned forward even more. As she leaned into her arms, her tits squished together, showing even more cleavage than before.
“Well, take your best shot, boys!” Becca told them.
“Is there some sort of prize involved?” One of her friends asked jokingly.
Becca thought for a second, then smiled deviously. “First one to get something between my tits, gets to put something else between my tits,” she said slyly.
Excitedly, her friends started pelting her chest with tiny pieces of food, trying their best to get something in. All of them had gotten handjobs and blowjobs from her in the past. She had shown them all her impressive tits many times as well. But a chance to actually get tit fucked by “Big Tits” Becca would have been something else. That’s how most people around school knew Jenny and Becca, Big Tits Becca and Blowjob Jenny.
Her friend Mitch was the lucky winner, and actually cheered when he made it in. All the other guys made disappointed noises, then congratulated their friend. Becca stood up and walked over to Mitch, then bent over so her tits were in his face. “Go on, reach in there and get it,” she told him. Mitch put his hand down her shirt and picked up the piece of popcorn that had won him a free tit fuck. Becca opened her mouth, and he plopped it right in. She ate it, smiled, stood up straight, and told Mitch, “Come get your prize!” Then she took him by the hand, and led him out of the room, swaying her ass as she walked. Her other guy friends cheered as they watched them leave.
Becca was looking forward to what she was about to do. She remembered Mitch had a big dick. The last time she’d seen it was at a party at her house. She had walked in on him masturbating in her bathroom, then finished the job for him.
Becca led Mitch to the boys’ bathroom, which she was already very familiar with, and took him into an empty stall, locking the door behind them. The speed with which she sat him down on the toilet seat and yanked his pants down made it obvious to Mitch that she was just as excited to do this as he was. He was already hard. “Ooh, you are big! This is gonna be so much fun!” Becca said before spitting on her hand and stroking Mitch’s cock. Mitch was enjoying the handjob, but his eyes were still staring down Becca’s shirt as she knelt in front of him. Becca didn’t even need to follow his gaze to notice this, and she giggled. “Man, you really wanna see my boobs, don’t you? Can’t say I blame you.” She reached down with both hands and took her top off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Becca smiled, “Like what you see? Good. Now, let’s get to the part where I fuck you with my tits.”
Becca spit on her hand and rubbed it between her tits. Then she cupped her tits in her hands, leaned forward into Mitch’s cock, and squished her tits together around it. She started to slowly push her tits up and down, jerking Mitch’s cock. Mitch couldn’t resist letting out little moans of pleasure every time the tip of his dick slipped through Becca’s tits. Every few strokes, Becca leaned her head forward and sucked Mitch’s cock head for a second or two. “Christ you’re good at this!” Mitch gasped.
“I am, aren’t I? Hard not to be with titties like these. I mean really, just look at ’em! They were made for putting dicks between ’em!”
“God I love your tits, Becca.”
“Aww, thanks! Lovely, aren’t they? So much better than Jenny’s tits, huh?” Becca and Jenny liked to compete over who’s the sexiest, the sluttiest, and the best fuck. Just a friendly competition, that ended up working in just about every guy’s favor.
“So much better.” Mitch said. Becca smiled and picked up the pace. She started slamming her tits up and down Mitch’s shaft vigorously. “Holy fuck Becca this is so good! I’m gonna cum!”
“Go ahead and cum, Mitch. All over my tits. Come on, Mitch, I know you wanna.” Mitch couldn’t take it any more, and came. His cum spilled out, getting smeared all over Becca’s tits as she continue to pump his cock. Some squirted up, hitting Becca in the chin. She stuck her tongue out, trying to catch more cum as it shot up into her face.
When Mitch was finished, Becca slowed down. She leaned back and lifted her cum-drenched tits to her mouth, sticking her tongue out and licking up Mitch’s cum.
After getting his pants back on, Mitch thanked Becca. “Not a bad prize, I’d say.” He joked.
“Well, maybe we should play these games more often then. I can think of plenty more prizes.” Becca suggested, winking.
***
While Becca was busy taking care of Mitch, Jenny was entering the cafeteria looking for her. She was horny as hell from having guys upskirting her in her cheerleader uniform all day, and she was aching for a quickie with her best friend. She looked around and saw some of her guy friends sitting where she’d normally sit, and walked over to them. “You guys seen Becca?” Jenny asked.
“Oh yeah, we’ve seen her. Lots of her.” One guy said, making the others laugh.
“Figures. Well, where is she now?” Jenny asked.
“She’s in the bathroom. With Mitch.”
“Dammit. That slut!” Jenny said. Well, might as well fuck one of these guys then, Jenny thought. She looked at the guys sitting around the table. These guys were in Becca’s grade, so she didn’t know them as well as Becca did. More specifically, she didn’t know the size of their cocks as well as Becca did. So she chose the best looking one. “You, Tom,” she said, pointing at Tom. “Come with me.”
“Why?” Tom asked.
“Tom,” another guy said, “when a cheerleader asks you to come with her, you don’t ask ‘why?’ You just go with her!” The other guys starting laughing.
“Alright, alright, jeez. Just first reaction, y’know? I’m going.” Tom said, standing up and taking Jenny’s hand.
Jenny laughed too. “Oh, don’t worry about them.” She turned so she could look at Tom’s friends as she said, “They’re not the ones gettin’ some cheerleader ass right now, are they?” Tom smiled smugly to his friends as they walked out of the cafeteria.
Jenny pulled Tom into the first empty classroom she could find and locked the door behind her. Grabbing Tom’s shirt, she backed up into a desk and pulled Tom into a deep kiss. As they made out, Jenny took Tom’s hands in hers and led them to her ass. He began feeling and squeezing her ass as she stroked his cock through the front of his pants. This went on until Jenny was sure he was as hard as he’d get. Then she turned around and grinded her ass into Tom’s crotch, feeling his hard dick between her ass cheeks through her skirt. Not a bad size, I sure know how to pick ’em, Jenny thought.
Jenny pulled her sexy pink panties down to her knees, bent over resting her arms on the desk, and pushed her ass out. Her cheerleading skirt rode up perfectly, exposing her tight ass to Tom. “Fuck me, Tom.” Jenny said, wiggling her ass back and forth. Cheerleaders at their school were well known for getting fucked during school in the exact position Jenny was in. They loved being fucked in their uniforms, and the short skirts were seemingly tailored perfectly for it. It happened so often that fucking a girl bent over a desk with her panties around her knees and the rest of her uniform still on became known around the school as “Cheer Style,” even when doing it to the lacrosse and field hockey girls, who were also huge sluts with similar uniforms.
Tom lined his dick up with Jenny’s pussy, grabbed her hips, and slowly pushed his way in. “Ohhh yeahhh,” Jenny moaned. Once Tom had his whole dick in her, he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “No need to be gentle, Tom. Just fuck me.” Jenny said, looking over her shoulder and smirking at Tom. Not one to disappoint a lady, Tom started humping her faster. Jenny closed her eyes, basking in the feeling of having a big dick filling her pussy over and over. “Mmmm, harder baby!” Jenny cried. Tom was now slamming his cock into her, his balls making a slapping noise on her ass every time he filled her pussy. “Ohhh, that’s it!” Tom and Jenny were both in heaven, and they were both getting close to cumming. “Mmm, smack my ass.” Jenny ordered. Tom was more than happy to oblige, so he slapped the cheerleader’s tight teen ass as he continued to fuck her as hard as he could. Jenny moaned in blissful pleasure as she felt the blow of his hand.
“Jenny, I think I’m gonna cum soon.” Tom warned.
Jenny got excited. Time for her sweet, sweet reward. “Okay, baby. We can’t make a mess though, so I’m gonna have to swallow.” Tom pulled out and Jenny turned around and got on her knees in front of him. She grabbed his cock with one hand and started hungrily sucking it. The fact that he was already close to cumming combined with Jenny’s expert blowjob made Tom finish quickly. Several ropes of hot cum shot into Jenny’s mouth as she continued sucking, not slowing down at all. A few seconds after he stopped cumming, Jenny pulled back and looked up at Tom. She opened her mouth and showed him the pool of his cum she had collected, then closed her mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. She opened her mouth to show her it was empty, and giggled at the look on his face.
“You’re like something out of a porno!” Tom complimented.
“I’m a much better fuck than Becca, huh?” Jenny smiled.
“I’ve never fucked her before.”
“Oh, that tease! I don’t know how she keeps her guy friends happy!” Jenny laughed. Jenny knew Becca would flash her friends and let them feel her tits whenever they asked, and she’d give them all handjobs whenever they wanted, so she never quite got why she didn’t just let them fuck her. Jenny stood up and pulled her pink panties back up. “Well, see ya later, Tom. You’re a good fuck, I’ll remember that.” Then she winked at Tom, and left the room to go about the rest of her day.
***
Becca walked home from the bus stop with a sore ass that day. Jenny had been right about the shorts. Not only had they perfectly shown off her ass, but they also allowed her panties to stick out the top and be visible whenever she bent over. Being rather busty, Becca was used to getting groped somewhere higher, but that day, guys’ hands had been drawn to her ass, and a few guys got a little carried away with the pinching and the slapping. I don’t know how Jenny deals with it all the time, Becca thought. When she got home, she entered her family room to find her brother sitting on the couch watching TV. She’d taken the late bus home, so he’d gotten back a little before she did. “Hey, Kyle.” She greeted him and sat on the other couch so she could face him.
“Hey, Becca.” Kyle was surprised by how casual Becca was, feeling a bit awkward himself after the incident this morning. Becca, however, didn’t seem affected by it at all. Kyle was glad, though. He could relax knowing she didn’t feel guilty, figuring he didn’t either, and there was always the possibility of doing something like it again. Becca asked him about his day, and he told her the usual. Keeping with the polite conversation, he asked his sister about her day.
“Heh, you would not believe the day I’ve had, little brother. See these pants I’m wearing? Yeah, big mistake. Jenny warned me that wearing ‘booty shorts,’ as she calls them, like these would cause all the guys to grope and spank my ass. Course she knows from experience, the little slut, so she was right, and wow! I may as well have written ‘spank me’ in big letters across the back of these, and it wouldn’t have even made a difference! Kyle, you’re a guy, what is it about shorts like these that make guys wanna touch so much?”
Kyle was checking out his big sister’s legs the whole time she was talking. The short shorts really made them look sexy, and she was currently laying back on the couch stretching her legs out. “Uh, well, I don’t know exactly. I mean, no offense, but at my school at least, all the slutty girls wear really short shorts, and they love being touched. So, like, I guess guys just kinda assume that’s what girls wear when they wanna be touched?”
Becca smiled at her little brother’s bold honesty. She also liked the way he accidentally implied she was slutty. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense,” she said. “Jenny’s been like that since back at your school.” She closed her eyes and yawned, pulling her arms up behind her head, causing her tits to push up against her shirt. Kyle couldn’t help but stare at his sister’s cleavage. Becca noticed, and continued. “This top got me some attention today, too. Course, when I show this much cleavage I always attract attention, but today, my friends started throwing stuff at me, trying to get it down my shirt!” Becca briefly explained how it turned into a contest that ended up with her tit-fucking the winner in the boys’ bathroom. When she finished, she said, “And I tell ya, I really wasn’t expecting to take two loads on my chest today!” Kyle laughed along with Becca, although he was a little more nervous than she was about referring to what they’d done that morning. Despite that, Kyle was still incredibly turned on from listening to Becca recount her slutty encounter, and Becca noticed the bulge growing in his pants.
“Oh, jeez little bro. Sorry about that,” she said, pointing at his crotch. “You need some help again? Here, I’ll take care of that for you.” Becca stood up, walked over to her brother, and got down on her knees in front of him. She undid his pants and pulled them down, then immediately started stroking is hard cock.
Kyle just laid back and enjoyed it for a bit, then he had an idea. “Uh, Becca, could I maybe have a blowjob this time, please?”
Becca found it funny the way he was so politely asking his sister for something like that. I’ll bet he and Kevin told each other about their mornings, Becca thought. Kyle must have been jealous that Kevin got a blowjob from his sister, and all he got was a handjob. She decided she had to make it up to him. She smiled at her brother. “Sure thing, little brother. I’ve always loved jerking guys off, but I won’t say no to sucking cock.” Without another word, Becca wrapped her lips around her brother’s shaft and started to suck him off. Kyle’s cock was about the same size as Kevin’s, but Becca enjoyed sucking Kyle’s dick way more than she enjoyed sucking Kevin’s the night before. She was sucking her own brother’s dick. She knew this was probably the sluttiest thing she’d ever done up to that point, and that thought made her extremely horny. She wondered if Jenny had felt the same way that morning.
As his sister knelt before him sucking his cock, Kyle was having similar thoughts. Last night, he had gotten a blowjob from the more experienced Jenny. But even though Becca didn’t suck cock as well as Jenny did, he was more turned on now than he’d ever been before. He put his hands on the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on his dick. Becca was getting more and more into it, sucking her brother’s cock faster and faster the hornier she got.
Eventually, Becca got so turned on she couldn’t take it anymore. She’d jerked off her brother over her tits, she’d tit-fucked a guy in the boys’ bathroom, she’d been stared at, groped, and spanked all day, and now she was sucking her brother’s cock. It had been building all day, and now she was too horny to stand it. A blowjob wouldn’t cut it. She pulled her mouth off her brother’s cock, and said, “Kyle, I need to fuck you. Right now. I’ve been horny all day and now I need a cock in me.” Kyle was speechless. This day just keeps getting better and better, he thought. “C’mon, let’s go to me room.” Becca said, pulling Kyle’s pants up a little, taking his hand, and pulling him upstairs.
Once in her room, Becca shut the door and pushed her little brother down on the bed. She pulled his pants back down and his cock shot straight up. As fast as she could, she pulled off all her clothes until she was completely nude. Normally, she gives the guys she fucks a little striptease at this point, but she needed to get fucked as soon as possible. As she got on the bed and straddled her brother, Kyle said, “Becca, I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t worry, little brother,” Becca said. “Just let your big sister take care of you.” She leaned back, slid his cock into her pussy, and quickly impaled herself on his dick. She rode her brother’s cock for all she was worth, bouncing up and down as fast as she could, trying desperately to get herself off and give her little brother a great first time. Kyle was mesmerized. He lay back, unable to believe how lucky he was. He watched his sister’s huge tits bounce up and down in front of him as he bathed in the pleasure of finally sticking his cock in an incredibly hot girl, his sister. It was one of his biggest fantasies come true.
Kyle started to get involved, as he began thrusting his dick up into Becca’s pussy over and over. When Becca felt this, she kept riding him and started moaning. “Ohhhhhh, yes! Mmmmm, fuck me, Kyle! That’s it! Oh God! Yes! Yes!” Both of them started to go harder and harder until Becca couldn’t take it any more. She screamed out loud as she reached a mind-shattering climax. She collapsed onto her brother’s body, they rolled over so she was laying on her bed. “Hurry, Kyle. Finish on me.” She urged her brother. Kyle got up and stood over Becca, jerking his hard cock. With a few finishing tugs, he started cumming, covering Becca’s face and massive tits with his load. When he was done, he fell over and lay down next to his sister.
Becca slowly, dreamily lifted her hand to her cum-covered tits and scooped up some of her brother’s cum with her fingers. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked the cum off her fingers, lingering for a moment to enjoy the taste. “Mmm…” she moaned, her eyes closed. “Three loads on my tits in one day. Must be a record.” Becca thought for a moment. “Well, three nonconsecutive loads.” She said, remembering some of the more interesting parties she’d been too.
“That wasn’t bad at all for your first time, little brother.” Becca told Kyle, still laying nude next to him. “We’ll just have to make sure you get plenty of practice.”
***
“We’re almost to your house, babe. You better hurry up.” Jenny didn’t say anything, but she started sucking faster. She was currently riding shotgun in a car being driven by some lacrosse player. He had agreed to give her a ride home from cheerleading practice in exchange for road head. So jenny, still in her cheerleader uniform, was sideways and bent over sucking the guy’s dick while he drove. She had been going pretty slowly before, because she wanted to be sucking his cock the whole ride. Sometimes when she gave road head, she would finish earlier and let the guy cum on her face so she could enjoy watching people react to seeing her cum covered face as they drove by. But today she was still horny from some of her antics during and after practice, and wanted a dick in her mouth for as long as possible.
As the car pulled into her driveway, Jenny was fucking her face on the driver’s dick like her mouth was a pussy. The driver put his car in park and leaned back just as he came into Jenny’s mouth. She was still sucking enthusiastically, swallowing his hot cum as she sucked. Only a few drops manage to escape her mouth and dribble over her lips, which she tried to lick up quickly as best she could. “Damn, babe. You really live up to your name.”
Jenny smiled. She loved having her oral skills complemented, and she loved her nickname. “Thanks! Ask the head girl for me next practice if you want another. Anyway, thanks for the cum. And the ride.” Jenny said as she got out of the car. Jenny looked down at her uniform as she entered her house. It had some dried cum on it from practice in a few places. She smiled, thinking her brother would get a kick out of seeing her dressed like this.
Her brother got home before her today because she had practice, so she went right upstairs to his room. She stood in his doorway, and found him sitting at his desk in front of the computer. “Hey, little bro.” She said. Kevin hadn’t been looking at porn just then, but he still flinched and spun around. Seeing his sister in her cheerleader outfit always made him horny, and seeing it with what appeared to be cum stains on it turned him on even more. “What’s the matter, little bro?” She asked in mock innocence, “do I have something on my face?”
What Jenny didn’t realize was she actually did have something on her face. A visible blob of white cum was still clinging to the right side of her chin. “Uh, well…” Kevin said, indicating what he saw by wiping his chin.
Jenny took a finger and scooped up the cum, genuinely surprised but very happy, then stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it up. “There,” Jenny said, “all clean. Guess I didn’t swallow it all after all!” Jenny laughed. Kevin laughed nervously along with her. Then, Jenny spotted her pink panties from that morning crumpled up on the floor by Kevin’s desk. Guess he’d been jerking off with them earlier, Jenny thought. She smiled and walked towards her brother’s desk. “Well well, what have we here?” She said, picking up her used panties. Kevin freaked out for a split second, then remembered his sister had given him permission to jerk off with her panties this morning. Jenny laughed at the look on his face. “It’s alright, little bro. I think it’s kinda hot that you do this, jerking off into your big sister’s panties. Any time you need to get off, you can just take a pair from my room or the laundry, hell, just say the word and I’ll slip off the ones I’m wearing and give ’em to you!”
Kevin had jerked off not too long ago, but his sexy sister was making him hard again already. “God, you’re so damn hot, Jenny.” Kevin said. He was incredibly thankful that his sister was such a fucking slut.
“Aww, thanks, bro. You’re so sweet.” Jenny smiled knowingly as she eyed the growing bulge in his pants. “And you know,” she said, throwing her cum-covered panties onto Kevin’s bed and stepping closer to him, “jerking off with your big sister’s panties is fine when I’m not around, but if I am, I’m always happy to do it for you.”
“Really?” Kevin was getting excited.
“Of course! What kind of sister would I be if I let my little brother go without a nice handjob every now and then?” Jenny was now leaning forward, stroking her brother’s hard cock through his pants. “Ooh, feels like you need to be taken care of right now! Y’know, I just gave a guy a blowjob on the way over here, and I’m always up for another. You want me to suck your cock again?”
“Oh God yes!” Kevin said. Remembering just how good his sister’s mouth felt around his cock this morning, Kevin was aching for another blowjob.
Jenny smiled smugly. “I thought you might.” Jenny got down on her knees in front of her brother, still sitting in his chair. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear and took his dick into her hand. Like before, it was already hard, but Jenny stroked it anyway, loving the feel of a hard cock. Jenny leaned forward and spit on Kevin’s dick, then twisted her hand up and down his shaft to get it all wet with her saliva. “Y’know, Kev, I never brushed my teeth this morning. I’ve been tasting your cum all day, little bro.” Kevin was leaning back in his chair, enjoying his sister’s skilled hand as she worked his shaft with it. “In fact, I’ve been thinking about this cock of yours all day. It had me real horny.” Jenny leaned forward, stuck her tongue out, and swirled it around the head of Kevin’s cock. Jenny began alternating between talking to Kevin and sucking his cock, taking his dick deeper into her mouth each time she went back down on him. “I got so horny today,” Jenny continued, “that I couldn’t even wait until practice to get fucked.” She slurped around his cock again, already almost taking it all the way in and making the wettest sucking sounds she could. “I had to pull some random guy into an empty classroom in the middle of the day.” Kevin moaned. Listening to his sister talk about the slutty things she does really turned him on. Jenny deepthroated her brother’s cock and held it there for a moment. Then she pulled up and said, “Speaking of fucking, you wanna fuck me, little bro?”
Kevin opened his eyes wide in surprise. He had expected the blowjob to be the best he would get for awhile. After recovering from his initial shock, he hurriedly agreed. Jenny stood up and walked over to Kevin’s bed, casually slipping off her pink panties and letting them fall to the floor on the way. She got on her hands and knees on the bed, sticking her ass out invitingly. “Come on, little bro. Give it to me.” Kevin got behind Jenny, excited to lose his virginity, and stuck his dick in his sister’s pussy. “Ahhh, that’s the way. Now, when you finish, pull out and cum on my back. Don’t worry about ruining my uniform, guys cum on it all the time.” Jenny said, looking back at her little brother and smiling. Kevin started fucking her, slowly at first as he was inexperienced. He started to pick up the pace after he got used to it and with some encouragement from a very horny Jenny. Eventually Jenny was moaning and screaming with pleasure. “Ohhh, yes! Yes! Fuck me, little brother! Fuck me! Fuck your slutty sister! Harder! Yes! Yes! Ohhh…” She had her eyes closed for awhile, and when she opened them she saw the panties Kevin jerked off with on the bed in front of her. She grabbed them and shoved them in her mouth, making her feel deliciously dirty and reducing her moans to muffled sounds. Just after she did that, she cried out as she had an amazing orgasm. While she was still in a daze of pleasure, she felt Kevin pull out of her. As he came, she could feel his warm cum hitting her uniform and soaking through to her back.
Jenny collapsed onto the bed, basking in the feeling of what she had done. She had fucked her own brother. She felt so dirty. She felt sluttier than she’d ever felt before. And she loved it. After she regained her senses a bit, she pulled her panties out of her mouth and rolled over. She saw her brother standing there at the end of the bed still, his cock covered in her juices. Smiling, she crawled to her brother. “Where are my manners?” she said. “Let me clean you up.” She took his softening cock into her mouth and sucked it clean. When she finished, she stood up and grabbed the panties that had been in her mouth. “Well, did you enjoy that?” Jenny asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
“Yes, yes I did.” Kevin said, pulling his pants back on and sitting back down in his chair. “Thanks, Jenny. That was amazing.”
“I thought so.”
“Can we do that again sometime?” Kevin asked hopefully.
“Well, duh! You didn’t expect me to let a good cock go to waste in my own home, did you?” Jenny smiled, knowing she was turning her brother on again already. Still panty-less, Jenny walked out of her brother’s room, swaying her barely-covered ass as she went.
***
The next morning, as Jenny was walking to the bus stop, she started running towards Becca as soon as she saw her. When she got to her, they embraced and Jenny practically tackled Becca to the ground. They immediately started an intense make-out session.
In the middle of it, Becca pushed Jenny’s head back and said, “I fucked my brother.”
“Good morning to you, too.” Jenny said before going back to sucking her best friend’s face.
After they were both satisfied with their greeting, they got up and started walking. “I’m guessing you fucked your brother too?” Becca said.
“Yep! It was great!” Jenny said.
“We gonna do it again today?” Becca asked.
“Absolutely! In fact, let’s make it a foursome! Maybe we can switch partners too!” Jenny declared.
“I like it. This is gonna be so much fun!”
“God, I’m getting horny just thinking about it! Let’s meet up at lunch, with a guy or two. No way am I gonna make it ’til the end of the day!”
“Agreed.”
The slutty best friends walked on, knowing they had opened up all kinds of new possibilities.

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Luck and Love: XIV

Michael’s life seemed fine after Zoë got back. He didn’t quite know how to deal with his nightly visits from Dana, but he figured it would work itself out as everything else had. He and Zoë had been dating for a week when she finally invited him over to her house for dinner.
“My parents decided that they’ve given us enough space,” Zoë rolled her eyes as she told Michael. They were sitting on the steps of the school after the last bell, cuddled up as close as they could be. The teachers passed them with scowls at their position, Zoë sitting in Michael’s lap as they waited for their respective rides with his arms around her and her hands in his. “They want to meet you for dinner at our house. Tonight.” Michael started at that news.
“Tonight? Without any warning or anything at all?” Zoë nodded.
“They want to make sure that you have no aversions to their little… plans I guess.” She sighed and leaned back against him a little more. He could tell how exasperated she was about her parents. “They think that having a last minute dinner plan that they might catch you doing something you aren’t supposed to.” Mike laughed out loud at that. He had told Zoë about his business with Candy and had even conquered his aversion to talking about Rose. Zoë had blindsided him on those. He remembered being dragged into the bathroom and finding both Candy and Rose standing there, which looking a little embarrassed. Especially since they hadn’t known about each other. Still, Mike had to thank Zoë for that. It had cleared the air, and now she and Candy were friends. Rose still had nothing to say on the subject of Mike and he didn’t know why. She wouldn’t even look at him.
“You know all of my business. Still I guess I get it. Lana’s going to give me hell for it but I’ll definitely be there. When?” Zoë titled her head back and looked into his eyes. He smiled at the sparkle in them.
“Six thirty. And… try and wear something nice please? Just this once I swear. They have this thing about first impressions. I need this to be perfect.” She looked almost sad. “Oh and my cousin is staying with us for the school year, her parents got sent on an emergency archeology thing so she’s there. She’s like sixteen or something close to that…”
“How do you not know how old your own cousin is?”
“We didn’t used to even know each other. I told you we moved here a few years ago, before that I didn’t even know that she was my cousin. She just kind of showed up in my life… But she’s really cool. We’re good friends, even if we do have to share a room.” Michael chuckled. The hole in his wall had made he and Dana very good friends. Lack of barriers didn’t seem to do more than make people better acquainted.
“Wait… if you two share a room, where are we going to sleep?” Zoë spun on his lap and slapped him playfully on the chest.
“Ow! That hurt!”
“Here let me fix it then!” Mike’s laughter was silenced as Zoë kissed him.
Ok, he’d been summoned not invited.
By the time five o clock rolled around, Mike was ready to scream. Lana had made his life hell since their little yelling session over the wall: She had made food he was allergic to one night and hadn’t told anyone, she had accidentally spilled a glass of wine on him not five minutes later, and the next morning his alarm hadn’t gone off. He had five minutes to get ready, and he knew that Lana had turned off the alarm. Numerous arguments had made the Mike’s father and Dana avoid the two of them constantly. Then Mike came home that night.
When he arrived he felt his gut drop. Lana’s car was in the drive. She wasn’t supposed to be home this early. But there it was. He walked in the front door and caught a glimpse through the kitchen window of something familiar out in the back yard. He stepped over to get a better look as he put his cell phone on the counter and stopped in his tracks. She had put all of his stuff, his entire bedroom, in the backyard. He sprinted up stairs and found his door was locked and covered in plastic. Just as he reached his door Lana came up the stairs.
“Oh, we found a termite and figured we’d rather be safe than sorry!”
“BITCH! You stupid, dumb slut! How the fuck did you find a termite in my room only? They live in the floor, you stupid…” Lana’s eyes narrowed at him.
“WHAT did you call me young man?”
“You FUCKING heard me, bitch!” Lana crossed the hall and slapped him across the face, a stinging open palm slap. One of her nails cut his cheek. She tried to slap him again and he caught her arm, gripping it for all he was worth. “You are doing this because I talked back to you, huh? All this? You’re just a little cunt. You aren’t even worth my time. I’ve got to put my bedroom back together.” He pushed her back away from him and tore the plastic from his door.
“Good luck, punk! I took some measures…” before she had finished her sentence he was in his room. He simply stood there. The hole had been repaired a few days ago, but now it was everything. His bed was in pieces, not broken but dissembled. His nightstands were the same. Everything he had was in boxes, everything that wasn’t out in the backyard. He heard the front door open and heard Dana’s voice.
“Mom? What are you doing home so… Why is Michael’s stuff out in the yard?” Footsteps on the stairs, then Dana and her mother embracing.
“Oh we found a termite in Michael’s room, so we decided…”
“Mom that doesn’t even make sense, termites would be in the base boards not the second story. You can’t just seal off Michael’s room for something like termites, it would have to be the whole house!” Michael stormed out of his room and faced the two women, Dana looking as confused with her mother as Michael was and Lana looking smug.
“This was what the man recommended…”
“Lying bitch.” Dana looked at Michael in shock. Lana did the same.
“You don’t get to call me…”
“Fuck yeah I do, when you pull shit like this! Don’t tell me that I can’t call you a liar! You’re too stupid to make up a good excuse to tear apart my room!” Michael stormed past her and down the stairs, grabbing his cell phone off of the counter. He punched the speed dial for his father and held the phone up to his ear. It rang twice before he got an answer.
“Mikey? Everything all right? You know not to call me unless it’s an emergency…”
“She took my room apart and threw it into the backyard! Everything, even my bed! She claims that there’s termites in my room and she was taking precautions!”
“Who, Lana? Oh god… why can’t you two get along? I’ll be home as early as I can. Don’t start anything else Mikey, alright?” Mike agreed and heard the click as his father hung up the phone. He looked at Lana, standing at the base of the stairs expectantly.
“Well?”
“He’ll be home early. And I’m going over to my girlfriend’s house for dinner, so I’ll let you two deal with this mess. If my room isn’t back together when I get back…”
“You can’t threaten me!”
“Oh yeah? You don’t even want to know where you’re taking this war. I swear to God you will wish you’d never done this.”
“What’ll you do?”
“I’ll give my dad the photos.” Instantly Lana paled. Mike smirked. Dana just looked confused.
“Mom… did you cheat on…”
“No! The little creep is lying!” Mike laughed.
“Want me to show her too? I’ve got you now. I don’t really want to rip anything apart, but I knew it would come in handy. I got some good ones too, faces and everything else. You should be a little more careful.” Lana looked sick. Michael didn’t blame her.
“Show me then!”
“Alright, come on.” Mike walked into the backyard and found the bags of clothes from his closet. He tore open a few until he found the one he wanted and pulled out a grey hoodie that was much too small. He looked over at Lana and Dana, watching him with fear and curiosity. “I’m surprised you didn’t find them. I didn’t hide them very well… Ah, here they are.” He unzipped the hoodie and dug around until he found the rip in the stitching. He reached up into the fabric and pulled out several photos, each more graphic then the next. He handed one of the more graphic ones to Dana and another, with her face and her suitor’s face together.
“That incriminating enough?” Lana tore the photo into pieces, frantic to destroy the evidence. Mike held up a second copy and smiled. Dana just looked appalled. “You really think I didn’t plan all this out at the time? I was young, but I’ve never been as stupid as you! There are two copies of everything. Dana, mind if I have that one back?” She handed him the photo and looked at her mother in disgust.
“You really did this? You really cheated on him, when he does everything you ask and gives you everything you want? Mom… Why? I thought this was done after what happened with Dad!”
Mike was startled by that news.
“She’s done this before?” Dana got angrier and angrier by the minute.
“Yeah. Before he moved to Europe for his job, they separated because he and I caught her…” Lana turned around and covered her eyes.
“This is better than I thought.” Mike looked at Lana’s shaking form and laughed brutally. Dana just looked at him.
“You aren’t going to show him anything tonight… right?”
“Nope. But she better be really fucking careful. I don’t like being treated like shit in my own house.” Dana looked at the ground at that comment. Mike cursed himself. “No, Dana, I didn’t mean it like that. You and I have never gotten along, but this… this is over the top.” Dana nodded and looked at Michael’s things, piled in the grass without care for their safety.
“You’re right. This is too much. You should just give your dad the photos… it’d be better for him and you.”
“I don’t plan on it.” Dana gave him a questioning look. He turned away from Lana and leaned in close.
“You see my Dad’s family is kind of… relaxed on things like this. One aunt and her kids are nudists and she and her husband have affairs all the time. They don’t think exclusivity is the best option for either, and while Dad believes in it he knows that some people don’t. He would be upset but he wouldn’t kick her out. Of course, these people also don’t visit. They live way out in the country so no one can bother them.” Dana thought about it for a moment.
“So then Aunt Michele… the one your dad is always getting letters and post cards from…”
“No, I’m talking about my Aunt Bethany. Aunt Michele, my namesake, is the nicest person in the world. She’s like my dad… Which makes sense considering they’re twins. You’ve met Michele and uncle Aaron and Aunt Marlow. You haven’t met Bethany. Trust me, you don’t want to.”
Dana seemed to accept this. Then Lana turned around.
“Dana! Get away from that little…”
“Mom, shut up!” Lana did just that. She looked betrayed but she let Dana keep talking. “You don’t get to cheat on every man you marry! You remember what happened the first time? I’m not just going to follow you because I’m your daughter. I’d rather live here until I can move over to Europe with Dad than follow you after this! I hate you!” Michael saw tears flowing down her face and decided it was time to step in. He grabbed her and hugged her, something rare. But she accepted it all the same as she sobbed into his chest.
“Hey, hey… shhhh, stop crying Dana. You know if that happened you could stay here. No one would stop you. Just… go up to your room all right? I’ll deal with her.” Dana nodded and walked past her mother, who stood alone in the world in front of Michael. He didn’t look smug. He didn’t look like anything. His face was now blank after watching the toughest girl he knew sob on the person she hated the most. This had gone far enough. He looked at Lana, who simply looked defeated and abandoned.
“Well… I expected her to side with you. But I guess it’s three against one. You’re alone. Let that sink in for a second.” Her eyes welled up as he spoke to her. “This is it. You be nice, put everything back or have someone else do it since that’s more you’re style. I don’t care. Just put it back. And next time you’ll be alone for good, your daughter ready to leave the country to get away from you and without a husband, again. And I can make sure that the whole world knows what you’ve done. Don’t screw with me anymore.” Michael finished his rant and walked past her and into the house.
“Dana?” Mike knocked on her door and heard her yell for him to enter. He walked in and found her looking at a picture of her father, her eyes red from crying, on the edge of her bed. She tried to smile and couldn’t mange it.
“Yeah Michael? Did she say anything else?” He shook his head and stepped into her room. She patted the bed next to her and he sat down.
“Nope. She didn’t say a word. But I wanted to make sure you were okay, and apologize. I wouldn’t have done it in front of you if I’d known about…” He looked at the picture in her hands. It showed a man in his late thirties, square chinned with a fair amount of stubble and a broad grin. His hair was a fair brown and his eyes were the same, but he seemed to create an aura of trust and comfort. The picture did the same. Dana smiled down at it and sniffed.
“Yeah… I guess I’m not really all right. The first time was tough. It was supposed to be a moment of weakness, she told us. But I never expected this. Michael,” She looked at him, even turned on the bed and faced him, the picture limp in her hands. “Don’t hold those photos from you’re dad on my behalf. I wouldn’t be sad if she just left and I got to go live with my father. I… I’d rather make up for what I’ve done to you than have you just be that nice suddenly.” Michael chuckled.
“You say the same things you say to me to your friends when you insult them. I just don’t appreciate getting me in trouble for no reason. That was a bit much.” She gave a sad little laugh and looked at the bed.
“Yeah… I guess that was mean. I just… I guess I got off on it a little bit, to be honest. You were always so… secure. Just lonely and solid, instead of fighting back and getting yourself some friends or running away. I thought you were spineless, and so I didn’t like you. But that night you stood up to my mom about the hole in the wall, and the way you were honest with me after, made me realize you weren’t. And I knew how you felt with me walking in on you after you saw me in the hallway… that wasn’t pleasant at all.” She smiled sheepishly at him and he returned it. “Of course seeing you in the shower wasn’t at all a negative thing for me. You’re really something bro.” Now the smile was devilish. Michael shrugged.
“You aren’t so bad yourself sis.” They shared a laugh and a hug before Michael left Dana’s room and went into his own. He began to put what was on the floor back together and found it relatively easy. Or it would have been easy, if the parts to each piece of furniture hadn’t been scattered around on the floor. He spent an hour and half, the only time he had and managed to get the bed and one nightstand put together. Then he sighed, stood up to cracking joints and a pain in his neck. He went out into the back yard, where Lana was nowhere to be seen, and grabbed a black collared t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants. Then he hit the shower.
He neglected to lock the bathroom door as he started the shower. He heard it open as he was taking off his pants and nearly fell over.
“Someone’s in here!”
“Shit, Michael I’m sorry I didn’t hear the shower!” Dana. He sighed and opened the door, despite his near nudity.
“It’s fine. I’m about to hop in if you need to use the toilet. It’s not like there’s anything left to see or wonder about for either of us.” She smiled in embarrassment.
“Actually I was about to take a shower myself, but I can wait. Unless,” She looked at him almost hopefully, “You wouldn’t mind if I joined you?”
Michael rubbed the back of his neck on instinct as the butterflies churned up his stomach. He had just said there was nothing to see between them and thrown all ideas of privacy out the window. He sighed and through all plans to get off in the shower out the window too.
“Why not. There’s nothing left to see anyway…” Dana chuckled nervously and pulled her shirt up over her head. Michael slid his underwear down and his now hardening cock popped out into the open as Dana tossed her t-shirt into the hamper. She gave him that little devil may care look and pooped the button on her pants. Michael had to admire her. He had never done so in such close quarters, or really at all before she had started using him to get herself off. Even then he had avoided her eyes s that they could continue that. But now, in the same bathroom undressing, there was only her. And, as with every woman Mike looked at, thoughts of Zoë. Dana had her mother’s black hair that fell to her shoulders and a little more down her back. Her eyes were blue, like Zoë’s right eye, but not as silvery. They were more like water, clear blue water. Her face was feminine, a slight chin and a small dainty nose. Her make up was a bit smeared and her eyes were still a bit puffy but it was nothing extreme. Her body was proportioned well if a bit oddly, a long torso and a long set of legs that put her around five foot six Michael guessed. It looked somewhat awkward but very sexy all the same, which seemed a bit off. But then Michael wasn’t about to complain. She was lightly, barely Michael realized, tanned; it did her body justice and took some of the strange look out of it. Her bust was smaller than Zoë’s, which he was somewhat grateful for. He hadn’t seen a set between the C cup and A cup that were Candy and Rose. He felt her jeans hit him in the face and sputtered as Dana laughed.
“God, quit staring you have a girlfriend!” He tossed the jeans into the hamper and laughed. Zoë had twice now asked what he thought of other women. And she had genuinely, he hoped, wanted his opinion. He had given it honestly and she had smiled when he was embarrassed by it.
“She doesn’t mind if I look. It’s the touching that bothers her.” Dana made a funny face back at him and unclasped her bra. As it fell Michael tried to keep his eyes hers. He turned and checked the water, feeling the perfect temperature.
“It’s ready when you are.” He valiantly kept his eyes off of her tits as she slid her panties down her thighs. She looked up at him and said something but Mike was already jumping into the shower. When the water hit him he sighed and relaxed, letting the tensions from his war with Lana fall off with the water. Then the curtain was pulled back behind him and Dana stepped into the shower. Mike again kept himself from looking at her. I’m faithful, I’m faithful, I’m…
“Michael you’re taking up all of the water.” His eyes opened and he stepped to one side. It was a fairly big shower; hell it was a fairly big bathroom. Big enough that there was a separate bath and shower. Still it was only one shower stall, and he was close to the cold stone of the wall.
“We didn’t really think this through… There isn’t enough of a flow for both of us to shower.” Mike looked down at Dana now and his cock got even harder. He couldn’t be bashful about it, she was attractive and in the shower with him. He saw Zoë in her, the Zoë that had showered with him a few times. She just turned and looked at him so innocently that he knew sarcasm was coming.
“Well than we’ll just have to snuggle up, won’t we big brother?” He shook his head ruefully. He walked right into that one. She was engineering this perfectly to her own advantage. He decided it was about time to take control of the situation. He slipped in behind her and grabbed the shampoo.
“Well, if we’re going to cuddle than why don’t we wash each other? We’ve done it with other people anyway.” Dana stuttered a bit at that, her smile gone and fear in her eyes. “ What, you’ve never showered with another person?”
“I…Well no I never got the…” Michael spun her gently around and looked at her.
“Are you a virgin?” She nodded and bit her lip. Mike sighed. “God, if I didn’t have girlfriend I might help you with that. But I’ve got to be at dinner with Zoë’s parents in forty-five minutes. We’ll just have to settle, I guess.” Dana looked at him questioningly. He chuckled.
“We’ll wash each other, and if you’d like I’ll help you get off. But no sex and nothing too extreme, alright?” She nodded and looked at him. He could see disbelief and desire in her eyes. He kissed her once, gently and pulled away before it could get any worse. “That’s all, okay? One kiss. I shouldn’t have even done that.”
“I know. Michael, I…”
“Shhhh. Not right now. Let’s just enjoy this. We’re brother and sister anyway.” Michael smiled and she smiled back, if a little sadly. Then she consented and let Michael wash her.
Mike tried hard not to be slow about it. He really did. He washed her in maybe five minutes and by the end, she was moaning under his touch. His rock hard cock had bumped into her once or twice and she had just smiled at him for it. He knew he had taken this too far but then what was he supposed to do? Be cold and just leave her there when he knew she felt SOMETHING for him. He had paused and massaged her breasts and had carefully avoided her hips for the time being. Then he pushed her under the stream and decided that he really had to end this quickly. He dropped to his knees and prayed that she was horny enough to get off in the first few minutes. He hadn’t had a chance to do this to Zoë but then she got off easily during sex. He had fingered her once and she genuinely enjoying blowing him. He stopped making excuses and grabbed Dana’s hips, noting that her breathing grew labored and her eyes were no longer human; they were the eyes of a sinner. He grinned and placed his mouth on her lips, probing here and there with his tongue and listening to Dana’s moans and squeals. He noted the parts that made her cry out and jump. When he touched her clitoris her voice reached a pitch neither could hear and her nails dug into his scalp. Then he pushed his tongue in between her lips and she came violently, shaking and crying his name. Michael drank in the fluids that flowed from her honeypot and felt his cock throb as his tongue was squeezed much like his prick was during sex. He enjoyed the feeling immensely, especially the taste. It was sweet and yet musty. Mike stood up when she was done and held her up while she finished her orgasm.
“Shit… that’s all I get? That tiny little cum?” Michael looked at her in shock. She had cum for a minute at least and he hadn’t been able to drink in al her juices. That was what he thought was a normal cum.
“You cum more than that?”
“Yeah… I’m kind of… I’m a squirter.” Michael just looked at her obliviously. She didn’t realize he didn’t know what that meant for a minute.
“Wait… you don’t know what a squirter is?” he shook his head and she covered her mouth as she giggled. “Michael… don’t you watch porn?”
“Honestly no, but I find more and more that everyone around me does.”
“Well yeah… I don’t do it often but it’s fun. Tell you what. When you get back, I’ll show you.”
“Dana, we can’t. I have…”
“A girlfriend. I’m not asking you to fuck me, Mike. I’ not even asking you to do anything at all. I just want to show you. Because, you see, most girls can squirt, if you do it right. Or at least I’m pretty sure. So if you know what to do, then this girlfriend of yours,” Mike grimaced at using the word ‘girlfriend’ for Zoë. He didn’t want to Dana know her name. “Will be very happy with you.”
She draped her arms around his neck as she finished. She looked very much like, Mike thought, any wife in a movie, doing that to her husband. She was doing what actors did to each other; pretending to be in love to mask the reality.
“I still have to get clean, so would you mind if I cut short our little bit of fun?”
“But I haven’t thanked you yet! You said one orgasm.” Mike tried to say something then realized that she would get him either way: that night or right then. He sighed as she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him, the water giving her lubrication that made her hand slip over his cock and rub somewhat awkwardly. Then she basically engulfed the whole thing, driving herself down on his cock until she gagged only to pull back up and start doing the same thing over and over. Michael nearly melted. The sensations from having one moment of hot to one moment of ridiculous pleasure were excruciating. He leaned back against the wall of the shower for support as Dana continued her gagging. Finally Michael just wanted it to end, to spray his cum all over her and get it over with. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down further than she could go. He let her back up for air and when she took him again he did the same thing. She pulled off and gasped up at him. She was getting off on this. After a few times she could take the whole thing without gagging, though Mike still pushed her and forced it. Finally he felt himself cumming and pulled her off of him. By the time she had taken him out of her mouth he was cumming. She gasped as he sprayed all over her face and chest. The water was spraying down her back but it didn’t do anything to help the sperm sitting on her face. And as he came she did too, another small orgasm but Michael could tell she was cumming. Finally he sighed and his cock flopped down limp.
“Well shit, now I have to wash again!”
“Sorry Dana, but I’ve got to rush out of here now…”
Rush out he did. Mike was out of the house fifteen minutes after their shower, dressed nicely with teeth brushed and deodorant on. He grabbed his skate board threw it on the ground and jumped on, riding off toward Zoë’s house, six blocks away. He rode easily, quickly, and managed not to break a sweat. He hid the board to the side of the porch and knocked, trying to get his breath back quickly. He had barely gotten it back when the door flew open. Had he been facing the door it might have been okay. But he had spun around, hands on the back of his head, in an effort to let his blood settle slowly. Now the door flew open and someone cleared his, or her, throat, scaring the shit out of Michael even as he spun around.
“So, you’re Michael Jay?”
“Ummmm…” Michael wasn’t sure what to say. The man in front of him was easily six foot four or taller. He had dark eyes that much resembled coal blocks and his hair was pitch dark. His face was as normal as any other; accept for one scar running across the bridge of his nose. He was a large man. That Mike noticed first. The shirt he wore was stretched to the breaking point with the amount of muscle on him. Then as mike looked again it was a small shirt. It might have been a medium or even a small. He wasn’t huge, just buff for his size. His shoulders weren’t as broad as they could’ve been but it all worked together in a lithe, frightening form. Even my hair isn’t that black… and those eyes…
“Yes?” The man stepped aside and Michael stepped in. He was floored instantly. Zoë and two other women were standing in the kitchen, all facing him. The first, the tallest, was Zoë’s mother. Her light brown hair was styled and her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright. Her dress was modest and her figure was an older form of Zoë down to the curves and the way they held themselves. The next girl had to have been Zoë’s cousin. She was wearing a nice button down blouse that had red flowers on a pale white that was tantalizingly see through, leaving her dark blue bra semi visible. She had on a pair of jeans that were pretty new from the way she wore them, stretching the fabric in places that would have been stretched otherwise. This girl wasn’t as attractive as Zoë or her mother. She had red hair and a pale complexion with green eyes. Her skin wasn’t white but it was close to it. Her breasts were not as small as Dana’s but not as big as Zoë’s, and her body was pretty thin anywhere that wasn’t filled with her womanhood. He looked at her arms and realized that she worked out, which meant she wasn’t thin just very tight. She looked like a shorter, redhead Candy with Rose’s breasts. Then there was the girl of the night.
Zoë had dressed in a dark blue dress that fell to her knees, holding tightly around her bust and her hips. Just above her cleavage the blue turned into red sequins. The dress had one strap, broad over her left shoulder and sparkling in the light from the setting sun. Her face was framed by her hair, done up with curls and waves that were merely accentuated; they had always been there. Here eyes, those beautiful eyes that he loved, were shadowed perfectly. As she blinked Mike noticed the subtle addition: her eyelids were colored as well. Her right, the blue, was done with iridescent green similar to her left while the same was done with the blue from the right. Her earrings were small purple studs that Michael would swear glowed. Her smile made the whole room light up, her lips shining with lip-gloss that didn’t over color or contrast her pearly white teeth. Her nails were done with black nail polish with stars of white. Michael tried to take a breath and found his chest was tight. For a second he thought fear had tied him up. Then he remembered the ways he had felt about her: the pain of asking Candy to leave and the joy of knowing Zoë was back, the feeling when they had sex, the skip in his heartbeat that first time they had laughed together, and the first time he had really looked at her with that cup in her hands and the smile on her face the vibration that had rang through his whole body. He finally got a breath and realized what it was that was tying him up. He loved this girl.

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Take it Easy – Chapter Five: Heterochromia Iridum

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Rachels little secret 02

Rachel knew she had been a naughty girl and absolutely loved it. Last night she had ridden Mark cock, giving him two orgasms and herself several. And the best part, the most delightfully delicious part, was that he had slept through the whole thing. Woken up this morning none the wiser, and hung out with her as always. Treated her no different from how he always did.
Rachel on the other hand had predicted correctly when she had cuddled up to him the previous night. She was totally climbing the walls today! She just had to have a second round, and he had to be asleep for it! She just couldn’t wait. Most of her day was spent in a state of intense sexual arousal. Many times she had been tempted to find some place private and finger herself to orgasm, but each time she decided to save it for Mark.
Today he seemed totally different to her too like when watching him eat, which was something that would usually gross her out, had a very different effect on her. At Taco Bell, she was totally mesmerized while watching him eat a taco. The way he leisurely devoured it, occasionally licking loose drops of cheese, and nibbling away at his favorite bits. She’d never realized what a long tongue he had. Or how well suited his entire mouth would be to giving pleasure.
Sitting right there across the table from him, she started fantasizing that he’d finished his taco, and dropped under the table for a little desert. Her panties were down, his head was under her cheerleader skirt and once again he was leisurely devouring his meal. Licking at the loose drops, and gently nibbling away on her tastiest bits. God those big ears would make fantastic hand holds as she ground her pussy into his face, and demanded more and more! Rachel was almost ready to cum just thinking about it, before she was cut off by Mark.
“Rachel?”
She blinked out of her trance. “Hm?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Snapping out of it and regaining her composure, she blushed. “Oh. Sorry Mark, guess I was day dreaming.”
Good old gullible Mark accepted that, and didn’t inquire any further about her strange look. They had to head to go to Comic-Con now anyway. Sadly Rachel found that she didn’t stay composed for long, and again her hormones started to take control of her. Their best friend Drake had whipped up a villain’s outfit for each of them, and Rachel went dressed like Cat Woman.
As she looked at herself in the mirror of the public bathroom she had changed in, she decided she looked really sexy. It hugged her figure so well it looked painted on, and the tail and the cat ears gave her a real sultry look. She wondered if Mark would find it sexy. And how long it would take him to make her purr…
“Mmmm…” she moaned out loud, as her mind started to wander. She was a bad kitty, a very, very bad kitty and she wanted Mark to stroke her until she purred! God she needed it! She was in a public bathroom, but if he locked herself into one of the stalls she could easily give herself a nice orgasm within a few minutes. Especially when she was turned on as she was.
But that would be such a waste! She knew cumming on Mark’s cock would be so much more satisfying that doing it herself, so again she decided to save it for him. Besides, he was waiting for her outside the Convention Center; she’d better not keep him waiting.
The time she spent at the convention didn’t help her state of mind much either. She was getting really grumpy by now, as well as horny, but things were about to get worse. There were a couple of things she never told anyone, not even Mark. And one of those things was that after a good fight, especially a fight with Amy who was probably the best fighter Rachel knew; she would get horny, very horny. One of the main reasons she kept a vibrator in her bedside drawer, was that after a mission where she fought Amy she always had some vigorous masturbating to do.
But the fact that she had been way hornier that usual going into today’s fight, things were much worse once Amy and Bob (Amy’s boyfriend) escaped. To be precise, she was so mad with lust, she was about ready to jump Mark then and there in the convention center. Tear off his clothing and hers, and ride his cock until she orgasmed over and over… In front of everyone at the convention.
Fortunately she managed to stifle that urge… Barely. Mark got knocked out by Bob who had been dressed as Darth Vader, and he seemed to have hurt his head. So she then took Mark home with her, where they hung out until it started to get dark.
“It’s getting dark. Maybe we should go to bed,” Rachel suggested, ready to burst after a day of waiting.
Mark frowned. “Rachel. It’s only 6pm!”
“Oh… okay.” ‘Damn!’
A few minutes later, Mark started complaining that his head still hurt from the fight and that he felt weird. Again Rachel jumped at a chance to get what she wanted.
“Really? Maybe you should have an early night.”
Again Mark frowned at her. “But Rachel it’s too early.”
“No buts Mark, if you hurt your head you should sleep it off,” she said, pretending to give a damn about his stupid sore head. “You’re going to bed right now, and that’s that!”
Pouting childishly he stood up and Rachel followed him up stairs to her loft bedroom. “Man! You’re worse than my Mom!”
Smiling widely, Rachel waited for him to change into his pajamas as she changed into hers. Why was he taking so long, he had been in the bathroom changing for thirty whole seconds! He was too slow! At second thirty two though, he finally came out in his pajamas and headed to the bed, rubbing his head again.
“Man I’m feeling way weird.”
“Just go to bed Mark, you’ll probably feel better in the morning,” she suggested. ‘I know I will,’ she added to herself, with a wicked smile.
He climbed under the covers on Rachel’s bed, and then laid down. “I mean something’s going on in my head. Thoughts are going through my mind that don’t usually. Like I want to do something bad, or naughty or something.”
Rachel smiled widely, at that moment not really giving a shit. ‘Oh I’ll be doing enough naughty for the both of us, don’t you worry,’ she thought. “Yeah whatever, Mark. Good night.”
She climbed into her side of the bed, and he looked at her. “You’re coming to bed early too?”
Why wouldn’t he just shut up and go to sleep already?! “Um… Yeah Mark, I’m really tired. Now go to sleep!”
He rolled back over so they had their backs to each other, and he grumbled under his breath. “Geez, someone’s cranky tonight.”
He had no idea. But when things finally started to quiet down, and Rachel was about ready to start jumping for joy. Finally, that wonderful cock was all hers again! She was going to be cumming all night long!! Better check to see if he’s asleep first though.
“Mark?”
“Yeah?”
‘DAMMIT!!! STUPID FUCKING INSOMNIAC BASTARD!!!’ Taking a moment to calm herself, she answered through clenched teeth. “Um… Nothing Mark. Just checking to see if you were asleep.”
He chuckled. “Maybe I will be, if you give me more than twenty seconds before asking again.”
Biting down her frustration, she forced a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.”
Had it really only been twenty seconds? Man, she needed it bad! If he didn’t go to sleep soon, she’d just jump him and fuck him silly while he was awake, whether he wanted to or not. The thing was she really REALLY wanted him again while he was sleeping. Call it what you want, a fetish, an obsession, but Rachel wanted it. Now!
This time she stared at her digital clock to make sure she waited longer. Once Mark got to bed it didn’t usually take him long to doze off. She decided to give him five minutes, before she checked to see if he was asleep again. But as she watched the clock she came to realize something.
One minute was a really long time, let alone five! Barely two minutes had passed before she started to get frustrated. Was her stupid clock broken or something?! It hadn’t even reached three minutes yet, but it felt like she’d been watching it for hours! Oh wait there was minute number three. But could she really wait two more that was a long time! She needed to cum right now! Maybe if she slipped her hand down the front of her pants and teased her clit a little that would take the edge off?
No, no! She had waited all day do give it to Mark, she could wait two more minutes. Besides while she was thinking, the five minutes were probably already up, so she took another glance at her clock. Nope, hadn’t even hit minute four yet! … OH FUCK THIS, THREE AND A HALF MINUTES WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH!!!
“Mark?” She paused and there was no answer. Smiling she called a little louder. “Mark?!” Still no answer, so she rolled over and he still had his back to her. She grabbed his shoulder and shook it, and he still didn’t respond.
Jumping up onto her knees, she excitedly bounced up and down on her bed. Finally! Time to whip out that monster of his and put it somewhere nice and warm. In seconds her clothes were gone, her tracks and tank practically vanished. Now completely naked she pulled back the duvet from Mark, and pulled him from his side and onto his back.
This time she pulled his shirt open to reveal a surprisingly well muscled torso. Seems that big cock wasn’t the only thing he’d been hiding under those baggy clothes of his. And rather than pull his pants around his waist, this time she pulled them all the way off and tossed them over her shoulder. He wasn’t going to be needing those again anytime soon.
There was no hesitation tonight when she knelt down next to him and grabbed his cock. No erection tonight, but that was easily remedied. So she did one of the many things that she had fantasized about today, by stroking his length a few times then eagerly taking it into her mouth.
“Mmmm!” He started to harden immediately, and the feeling of power she got from that delighted her. He tasted so good, and it wasn’t long before he was rock hard and leaking pre-cum into her mouth. That just added to the delicious flavor and she came to a decision right there. She wasn’t going to stop.
Initially she had planned to suck him until he was hard enough to enter her aching and yearning young pussy. But now she remembered just how much she had enjoyed making him cum last night. And she found herself getting tremendously turned on by the prospect of making him cum, and having her face nice and close to witness and taste his pleasure.
That thought had her slurping away with even more enthusiasm and both her hands got in on it too. One hand running up and down the length of his shaft, the other cupping and massaging his balls; as she slurped vigorously on his cock head. It was so tasty, but she knew it was going to be even tastier once she got the creamy treat she wanted.
Mark sure had some staying power though. Rachel was pretty certain most guys his age would have cum by now under this treatment, but Mark just groaned and held back. He was such a stud. But whether he held back or not, she was going to get that cum. As she slurped harder dirty thoughts went through her mind. That cum was hers by right, but selfish Mark wanted to keep it from her. No matter though, he wouldn’t be able to hold back forever and soon that cream would be in her mouth where it belonged, getting swallowed.
In time she felt all the tell tale signs she had learned last night. His breathing got louder and quicker, his body started to tense up, he grabbed handfuls of the sheets beneath him and his toes started the curl. Then the last most critical sign had her moaning anxiously and sucking harder than ever, when she felt his balls tightening in her hand.
The first shot of cock cream she’d ever had in her mouth hit the roof of her mouth and then pooled all over her tongue. Delicious! Many more spurts followed, and she kept massaging his balls and stroking his shaft to make sure it kept coming. And she moaned with pleasure as she gulped down everything he gave her. The truly shocking thing though was that she was cumming too, without even touching herself. And she was cumming hard. She’d never had an orgasm without at least touching herself before, and was shocked what a good one it was. She had been craving that first orgasm all day, and she knew there were many more to follow.
Mark had a lot of cum to give, but despite this Rachel knew it would never be enough. Proof of that was her disappointment when the spurts died down and her meal came to an end. She slurped his softening cock for a little longer for good measure, then sat up, swallowed a few more times than smacked her lips.
“Damn that was good,” she sighed. Smiling widely, she then crawled up the bed until her face was right next to his ear, then whispered, “your cum is sooo yummy, baby.” She giggled and pretended to listen to him as she grabbed his cock and stroked it until it started hardening again.
“What was that Mark? You want me to do that again? Well how about we slip this big cock of yours in my pussy for a while, and then when you’re ready to pop again I’ll finish you off with my mouth. Would you like that?” She pretended to listen again, and smiled evilly. “I knew you would.”
By now his penis had gotten a second wind thanks to Rachel’s diligent hand, and she didn’t waste a moment mounting him. She lowered her dripping wet pussy onto the hard tip of his cock, and then groaned as it slowly started to sink into her. Noting that there was absolutely no discomfort like there was last night; just pure pleasure.
She took her time sliding the full length in again, and just relished in the feeling of penetration as he gradually got deeper and deeper. It felt so good, she’d been wanting this all day, more than she’d ever wanted anything! Nothing could be better than this. As soon as she had every inch inside of her, she didn’t hesitate to start bouncing her hips so he started sliding in and out. And as horny as she was, it didn’t take long before she was approaching her second orgasm of the evening.
“Be a good boy and hold back that cum for me! Please! Rachel’s so horny tonight she needs to cum a lot on this big fat cock! Think you can do that for me, lover?”
Like last night her own naughty words got her even hotter, and moments later her inner muscles were tightening around his rod, and she was releasing her pleasure juices all over him. “Ohhh, yeah baby! More! I need more!”
She continued riding him, her hands running up and down his chest, and several times over the next half hour or so Rachel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her toes curled as she orgasmed. More than a few of them were intense multiple orgasms, that nearly had her passing out. But she wasn’t going to pass out; she was going to keep going until the whole day’s sexual tension was completely and utterly satisfied. And that was probably going to take all night.
Thankfully Mark, the big stud, was still holding off on cumming. And she was very excited by the knowledge that she was probably going to get to play with this nice hard cock for quite a while longer, before he came again. This was good because she’d only had eight orgasms so far, and only half of them were multiples. She wasn’t even close to being done yet.
She giggled at those thoughts. Most girls would give anything to have a guy that could give her eight orgasms in one sitting. And not only could Mark do that and more, he did it all in his sleep. Now how many girls could say that about their lovers?
Smiling she went on riding, twisting her hips every which way to heighten her own pleasure and his. She may have asked him to hold back, but what was the fun in making it too easy for him? She enjoyed a few more climaxes, but soon came to the most intense and prolonged orgasm of the evening. She groaned long and loud, biting her tongue to keep from screaming, and moving her hips in a blur to further prolong her own pleasure. Absently she gripped his shoulders and dug her nails in as she continued to cum.
“Rachel?”
She kept her eyes closed as she came down. Mark talked in his sleep a lot while she rode him, so she thought nothing of it. “Ohhh Mark, that was the best one yet!”
“Am I dreaming?”
Her eyes shot open and she looked down to his face. His eyes were half open, and he was sleepily looking up at her. Not quite fully awake yet, but almost. She had broken the skin with her nails when she had squeezed his shoulders just now. What was she going to do?! Thinking quickly she pressed her thumb gently into a pressure point in the side of his neck.
She had learned this trick from a Cosmo magazine, from one of the articles. If this point is pressed hard it will render a man unconscious, but more gentle pressure would cause a more sleepy and disoriented state. Looking down into Mark’s confused, sleepy eyes she smiled as a naughty idea crossed her mind. Keeping the pressure on his neck with her thumb, she resumed her riding.
“Yes, Mark. You’re dreaming,” she purred, huskily. “Do you like this dream?”
Disoriented and confused, Mark went with an instinctive answer and nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Mmmm!” she moaned still riding and smiling down at her semi conscious lover. “Would you like to do something for me Mark? Something I’ve always wanted but never had? Please, I would enjoy it so much!”
Still on the edge of unconsciousness he answered without thinking. “Sure Rachel… Sure.”
Moaning in anticipation, Rachel lifted herself up off his swollen penis, and then shuffled forward on her knees. With a quick move of her hand, she moved it behind herself and put her thumb back to the point on his neck. Then she slowly lowered her dripping wet crotch onto his mouth.
“Lick my pussy, Mark. Please! Lick me out; I wanna feel your tongue sooo bad!”
Without any questions from him, he simply started licking as he was asked. And before long the most incredible pleasure rose up though her body, followed by the sounds of his slurping.
“Oh God, yes! I knew you’d be good Mark, keep licking! It’s just like a taco, never to be eaten in-Ahhh!!-in… haste! And if you keep it up it’s going to get very, very tasty! I promise! Mmmm!”
Rachel and Mark both groaned as he worked away at the offered meal. She had fantasized about this so many times, always knew a tongue would feel wonderful down there. But she never dreamed it would come close to being this good! She wasn’t going to let him stop, it was too good. Even if he wanted to stop, too bad! She’d eaten his cum, now it was his turn to eat hers!
“That’s it baby, sooo good! Now my clit, my… Ahhh, yesss! So close, I’m sooo close!! Nibble it, really gentle, nibble… Yeah! Yeah!! That’s it!! Cumming!! I’m… Cuuummiiinnnggg!!”
Rachel shuddered and her juices flowed into Mark’s mouth, which was followed soon after by more of his slurping. But she was just getting started; no way was he going to stop yet!
“You like that yummy pussy? Rachel loved that! And she wants more baby, more! Don’t stop!” And to her delight he didn’t stop. He continued to eat with gusto, and five more times that night there were sounds of Mark slurping as he made Rachel cum. She was in heaven. She was also going to be delighted the next time they did this, when she discovered that Mark was one of those people who ‘ate in their sleep’.
Climbing down from his face, she lowered herself onto his cock and returned it to its warm sheath. Then she looked into the still dazed eyes of her lover, smiling.
“That was sooo good Mark. Did you enjoy licking that for me?”
“Yes,” he replied groggily.
“Did it taste good? Would you like to do that for me every night?”
“Yes… God yes…”
“Good boy! Now its time to go back to sleep, baby.” Applying more pressure into the side of his neck, his eyes fluttered shut and he returned to his usual deep sleep. Then she started riding his cock again.
The total sex machine of a man managed to make Rachel cum three more times on his cock, before he started showing the warning signs of his own climax. She moved back until she was kneeling between his legs then took him into her mouth to finish him off. She noted that being coated in over an hour’s worth of her pussy juice made him even tastier than last time.
After receiving all that attention from her tight pussy, making him cum for the second time didn’t take too long. She stroked him with one hand while she sucked, and used her other hand to play with her pussy. And within moments she was cumming right along with him, and gulping down a second helping of her new favorite treat. This load seemed bigger than the last one, yet it still wasn’t enough, and she found herself disappointed when the flow started to stop.
She allowed his limp and completely drained dick to flop out of her mouth, knowing she wasn’t going to get much more use out of it for a while. Last night after she’d drained him for the second time, she’d tried to get it back up for a third round but it had stayed soft. Not that it mattered tonight though, she was thoroughly satisfied. It had been even better this time.
Wanting nothing more than to just curl up next to him and go to sleep, she took a few moments to pull her PJs back on, then slipped Mark’s pants onto him. She did however leave his pajama shirt open so she could cuddle up to him and rest her cheek on his bare chest. Then as she slowly drifted off to sleep, she came to a decision.
She was going to throw out her vibrator. She didn’t need it any more.
***
Again Mark awoke the next morning to the sun shining through Rachel’s bedroom window. And again he found his best friend snuggled up next to him, with her cheek rested on his chest. Only this time his shirt was wide open and his chest was bare.
“Um… Rachel?”
“Hmmm?” she asked, without opening her eyes.
“Should I start wearing a Teddy Bear outfit to bed, because this is the second time we’ve woken up like this.”
She smiled. “That sounds sexy.”
“Wait. What?!”
Finally she opened her eyes and looked up at him, still smiling. “Relax Mark. Kidding.”
He smiled back now. “A bit different from how you normally kid.”
She shrugged at that, and just closed her eyes again and lay back down. “I’m usually different this early in the morning.”
“Oh, okay.” He climbed out of bed and stretched. “I’m going to take a shower,Rachel. You catch some extra Zs if you need to.” Before leaving he grabbed Rachel’s Teddy from his perch on the bedside table and handed to her. “Here, to keep you company until I buy that outfit.”
She giggled at the joke, and cuddled the toy. “Thanks Mark.”
Mark walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him with a frown. He had felt weird last night, but now things were just getting freaky. He’d had the most intense and realistic wet dream of his life last night! And he thought the night before was good. Rachel had climbed onto his face and practically begged him to pleasure her with his tongue.
And boy did he ever! It was so real, and so vivid. He could actually smell her, and taste her delicious juices… Still could actually… Damn, must’ve been a good dream to leave a nice taste in his mouth. The weird thing thought was that after a dream like that he would have expected to have cum in his sleep, or at the very least woken up with a huge boner. But neither had happened. Stranger still, he didn’t even have the desire to masturbate.
He decided to just forget about that and count his blessings. If he had messed up Rachel’s sheets having a dream about her like that, he would’ve been so humiliated when he woke up. And if she’d woken to find his boner making a tent in his duvet, forget that! He didn’t even want to think how she’d react to that sight!
So yeah. He’d just count his blessings. He’d had hot vivid sex dreams two nights in a row, and no embarrassing after effects to explain to Rachel. Except he was really sweaty and… kinda sticky now. Mostly around his groin and face, but he chalked that up to sweating because of the sexy dreams. He’d jump in the shower to clean himself off, brush his teeth, and everything would be as good as new.
As he climbed in though, his thoughts went to something unrelated and completely weird. The plans for a new Xbox 360 game formed in his mind. Yeah! Zombie killing time!
***
To be continued…

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