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By Tim I. Done [My grandfather gave me the nick name Timid One which I now have changed to Tim I. Done] I am actually a girl who had a sexual relationship with an older and later a younger brother but for this story I have taken on the persona of a boy, Timothy Ivan Done, who has relations with his older sister and then his mother. This is a work of fiction. If you are not old enough or cannot handle this kind of story, don’t read it.
Two arms came around me from behind and squeezed my stomach, as a voice whispered, “I meant that kiss, Dina.”
I turned myself to face her, “You sure about this, baby? I wouldn’t want anything to spoil our friendship.”
“Dina, please will you just kiss me!” I took her in my arms as our lips met, her lips were so soft and I kissed her with tenderness.
I awoke Thursday all energized.
Emily takes her sister to the club.
Part 25
Aftermath
Nancy accompanied Ted’s body to the States, insisting that her girls stay at the compound and continue to receive treatment and care, particularly their surgeries. She signed over temporary custody of Sandy to Michael. Becka had turned 18 a few days before, so she didn’t need a guardian.
Nancy stood naked before the hotel room mirror. Her once proud breasts sagged despondently; her once flat belly hung badly with a myriad of stretch marks; her once toned ass looked deformed with cellulite, her face showed lines of grief and loss; her hair was, in reality, almost completely gray. Her sons were gone. Her daughters in good hands after she and Ted had failed them.
She took a deep breath. She had considered following Ted, but that would have allowed her brother to get control of Sandy.
She made up her mind, feeling young and clean again, no longer bound by convention and law intended to cage the victims and allow the monsters to roam free.
Her brother did not know about Sandy’s confession in the compound. He came to pick her up to attend Ted’s funeral. She had Ted’s pistol. Ted had taught her to shoot.
Her brother stood silhouetted in the hotel room doorway when she turned around and aimed the pistol at his chest. She fired. The recoil was more than she remembered. Her fingers squeezed again involuntarily as the gun kicked. It discharged under her chin. They were both dead before they hit the ground.
The news devastated the compound. Sandy blamed herself. If she had just kept the secret, her mother and father would still be alive. She hoped her uncle was in hell, on a spit and roasting over a very hot fire.
Alice certainly earned her keep over the next several weeks. Sandy wallowed in guilt. Becka in grief and pain, both physical and emotional while Beth came to terms with her horrific memories.
Nita blossomed. Her incredible energy and unfailing optimism was infectious if only temporary. She seemed to be everywhere, cheering, teasing, laughing, and taking different sisters to Michael’s bed.
Nita suggested that Shoshana and Lynne visit the fertility clinic when the Becka and Sandy’s recovery had to be checked. It brought a ray of happiness to the harem.
Beth took her time to heal. Finally she was ready to face tomorrows.
She sat at the lounge pool one day, taking in the fading sun and cool ocean breeze. Alice approached.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Alice asked.
“This is going to sound sick,” Beth said with a genuine smile, “but I am proud of myself. I fought them to my last breath. The more I played it in my head; it always came out the same. I beat them. They hurt me terribly, but I beat them.”
Alice smiled, “You’re your father’s daughter.”
Beth found Michael in his office, struggling through the myriad details of the Burkett deaths.
It had been many days since he had made love with his daughter, giving her time and space to recover.
She came up behind him, making sure he heard her. She put her hands on his shoulders and spun him around in his chair. His Beth was back, yet somehow different. She pulled him into a passionate kiss. He pulled back and looked into her sparkling green eyes. There was no desperation in them; lust, love and joy perhaps, but no desperation.
“You’re mine tonight,” she said with a hint of a slut, “so you better take a little blue pill. The other girls know. You’re mine tonight.”
Dinner seemed more upbeat than in many weeks. Beth glowed, an almost feral light in her eyes. The harem knew, of course, but Sandy and Becka did not.
Becka asked what was going on.
“Tonight I’m going to make love to my Dad for the first time as a whole woman,” Beth said with a leer, then bursting into giggles.
Her spirit and joy was infectious. Sandy and Becka were still recovering from their grief and surgery. Even they embraced the change in spirit. The babies departed.
Beth had an idea. Instead of taking Michael straight to bed, she put on some sensual Latin music. She and Lynne started pushing the furniture aside, creating a dance floor in the main living room. Beth pulled Maria, Nita and Rafaela into a sensual dance. The harem joined in an instant. Maria began to lose herself in the music, swaying sensually between Lynne and Jennifer. Alice ran her hands over Rafaela’s slender arms, pulling her back, pressing her breasts and pussy against her longtime lover. Rachael took Misha’s hand and pulled her to the floor their eyes alight with lust. Shoshana drew Kat into an intimate kiss.
Still sitting at the dining table, Becka and Sandy gawked as the incredible orgy of love began to happen in front of them. Rachael and Misha came over to the girls and ushered them to their rooms. They dismissed the servants just in time. Jennifer was at the center of four women, her clothing flying as the harem began to feast on their doctor.
“You really started something, Honey,” Michael said chuckling as she pulled him into the “small” bedroom with its single bath.
“The girls are going to need the big beds,” she said giggling.
They prepared separately. As Michael went to shower, she called out, “Squeaky clean,” the code phrase the harem had developed for taking a couple enemas. Beth wanted to play with his ass tonight.
Michael had taken a different pill said to be more effective without the headaches he had with Viagra. He hoped it worked just as well as Viagra. Tonight would tell.
When Beth exited the bathroom, she was naked. She strode to him, confident and whole. She took his drink and placed it on the nightstand. She stripped off his robe, put her arms around his neck and kissed him with a passion that reminded him of Vika. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.
She pushed him onto the bed. He scooted all the way on. She got on the bed, sitting on her feet.
“Turn over Daddy,” she said softly. He obeyed.
She knelt by his torso. She wanted to give him something he’d remember for the rest of his life.
Her small, gentle hands began to caress his shoulders. Her light touch enticed every nerve ending. She took her time, slowly moving down his body, not kneading his muscles, but tantalizing them. She avoided his ass, instead moving to his feet, then calves. Her hands told him to spread his legs. She continued her gossamer touch on his thighs. She pushed his legs further apart. She moved between them. She lay down, her mouth poised over his ass. Her hands parted his ass cheeks. She dipped her head and licked from his balls to the top of his ass cleft.
‘I will never give this pleasure to another man,’ she thought.
Me moaned at the incredible pleasure.
She started to make love to his nether hole, lovingly teasing it, then darting through his relaxed sphincter. She buried her face in his ass, her small hand squeezing his shaft. Her tongue twirled, licked, sometimes soft, sometimes hard.
Finally, she relented. Michael stared over his back at her in wonder. “Turn over.” He obeyed.
She straddled him, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit. She was very wet. She had been leaking for most of the evening, waiting for this moment. As ready as she was, she winced a bit as the head penetrated her entrance, stretching her inner lips. They could hear the music from the main room. She began to dance in time to the faint music, gradually burying his cock in her steamy depths.
She looked at Michael in wonder, still dancing on his cock. His hands cupped and squeezed her firm, young breasts. He leaned up, licking her aureoles, then levered up, resting on his elbows, took a hard nipple between his lips, sucked it hard. He bit down gently, sending shockwaves through her body. He shifted nipples. He bit a little harder.
She began to shake and moan. She lost her rhythm.
He fell back, his hands on her hips. He moved her hips back in time to the rhythm, her clit grazing his belly. Her hand moved to her clit; his hands moved to her breasts.
“Daddy, I’m CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!
He dropped his hands to her hips, forcing them to sway to the faint music, again rubbing her clit against his hard body.
She climaxed again, screaming, “I won!” over and over.
She frigged her clit mercilessly, screaming her triumph into the night.
She collapsed on his chest, his raging cock buried in her love tunnel.
He stroked her shoulders and back with infinite love. She rested on his chest, momentarily exhausted.
She began to stir. After a while, she lifted her head and looked into the eyes of her man.
“We both won, Honey, thanks to your strength and courage. You beat the bastards,” he said with love and admiration.
She slipped off him, his cock springing upright. He looked distraught.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him soon.”
She got up and brought Michael his flute of champagne, bringing her own.
“I need to tell you.” He nodded.
“The night I was raped, I lied to you. I told you I was going to a sleepover. I thought I was a woman grown. If Thomas had been nice, I probably would have given him what he wanted. When they surrounded me, I was terrified and angry with myself. You’d warned me, but I was sure I knew better.”
“I fought them Dad. I broke Thomas’ cheek and instep. They broke my nose. I ripped a face and an arm. No way I was going to be found in a field with no evidence. Even after they broke my arm, I fought them. They did things to me no woman should ever have to endure. Still I fought them. I was bleeding to death when I crawled out that window.”
“I was thinking about you when I slid down that roof. I wanted you to know that I never gave up, that I was like you. Alice said it this afternoon. Like father like daughter.” She said with a triumphant smile.
“Now I want your monster in my ass,” she said with laughter in her voice. The music seemed louder as Beth took her father’s semi-hard cock in her mouth. Minutes later, her tongue had created a raging phallus.
She lubed both his cock and her ass. She got on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass provocatively. He knelt behind her, rubbing his cock head around her puckered starfish. He pushed in a bit and felt her tense. He released the pressure until he felt her push back. He pushed forward a little and the head pushed through her sphincter. She gasped, her hands clawing the blanket. He waited until she signaled her readiness.
She pushed back harder. He let her set the pace of her own impalement.
Finally his balls rested on her labia. She began to sway to the music.
“God, Honey, your ass is incredible! It feels like its on fire.”
“Enjoy me, Love. Let me give you everything I am.”
He reached under her and found her clit. He began to caress it in time to her swaying hips.
Her breaths started to come in gasps. She held her breath. He squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
She shrieked with pleasure.
He curled a finger just inside her love channel. She froze. Her legs began to shake. His fingers returned to her clit, circling her little button. She was close.
He captured her clit again and squeezed firmly.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING”
She slammed her ass against him and froze, her limbs trembling. They gave out and she flopped forward, his cock pulling from her body.
She rested only a matter of seconds. She lay on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. Her mouth opened in lewd invitation.
Michael eagerly stood in front of her, the head of his cock in her mouth. She caressed the head, twirling her tongue along the shaft. She reached her hands around his ass, grabbing his ass cheeks pulling him forward, deeper in her mouth. He entered her throat, seeing it bulge as his cock slid deeper. She pulled him deep into her throat, using her esophageal muscles to caress his shaft.
She pushed him out for a moment. She gulped three breaths. She pulled him back into her throat.
On the third stroke, he exploded, shooting a massive amount of semen into her stomach. He pulled back before finishing. He was afraid Beth would run out of air. Beth took the last spurts in her mouth. She flipped over, opened her mouth to show him the semen on her tongue, swallowed and showed him her clean tongue.
Minutes later, they were intertwined in a lover’s embrace, snoring softly.
Becka and Sandy felt left out. In their room, they listened to the music and imagined what was happening in the main living room. They heard an occasional squeal or shriek. Finally, knowing they were breaking a promise to Misha and Rachael, they snuck out of their room and headed for the main living room.
They smelled the aroma of sex before they saw it.
Candles bathed the room in romantic light. The music on random play covered much of the sound.
Lynne lay on her back, Alice straddling her face, Maria licking her pussy.
Rafaela lay between Nita’s splayed legs. Nita was shaking and suddenly sat upright with a scream of pleasure.
Shoshana sat in a recliner with Jennifer feasting on her exposed pussy. Kat lay beneath Jennifer, licking and sucking her sister.
They didn’t see Misha and Rachael. They’d claimed one of the bedrooms.
Becka and Sandy watched in awe as pairings rearranged. Both girls felt their lubricant stream down their inner thighs.
It was truly a female orgy. They watched as Lynne licked Maria’s ass from behind. Rafaela brought out a box of vibrators, lube, butt plugs and strap-ons, taking the orgy to a new level.
Jennifer donned a strap-on with practiced skill, inserting the short end of the vibrating fake cock into her steaming pussy, heading for Nita. Their eyes locked. Nita came to her. Their kiss was unlike anything Becka or Sandy had ever seen.
Jennifer lay on the floor while Nita slowly impaled herself on the fake, vibrating cock. Nita rode her lover for a few moments. She exploded with Jennifer, collapsing breast to breast.
Three women surrounded Shoshana. They sucked her long nipples, caressed her beautiful ass and used a rabbit vibrator on her pussy. Shoshana’s shrieks of pleasure filled the room.
Becka and Sandy openly masturbated. They began to squeal their pleasure, oblivious to the noise they were making. Becka came first, trying to stay quiet with absolutely no success. Sandy climaxed seconds later.
When the haze of orgasm passed, Jennifer stood above them when they looked up. She still had the strap-on. “Did you like the show?” Her eyes danced with laughter.
The girls blushed red.
“It was awesome,” Sandy gasped, “Do you guys do that often?”
“Not often enough,” Jennifer giggled, “come on, back to bed. We’ll talk in the morning. You’ve had your cum. Now get some rest.” She followed them to their room.
“What are you going to do with that?” Sandy asked pointing to the fake cock.
“I’m going to impale my sisters and make them cum.”
When she returned, the party had died down.
Alice came to her. “They saw?”
Jennifer nodded, smiling. “I think you’ll have some very curious young women tomorrow,” Jennifer giggled, then turned mock serious,” If you can walk after tonight.”
“With that little fake cock? I’ve had Michael inside me, remember.”
Jennifer admitted defeat. She still impaled Alice, turning the vibrator on high. Alice danced on the fake cock, screaming her delight into the night.
In the privacy of the bedroom, Rachael and Misha embraced, naked nipples pressed against the others. They’d been lovers for more than thirty years. They knew the passion would come, but Misha wanted to talk.
“Beth is incredible, isn’t she?”
“She’s been my lover since we ran.” Rachael confessed, “She’s the strongest woman I know. She’s a fighter. She put Thomas in the hospital when he raped her.”
“She loves Kat. They’re almost married. They even have heir own child!”
Misha smiled sadly.
Rachel levered herself to look into Misha’s eyes, “As Michael says, All of it!”
Misha took a deep breath. “Jennifer found some cancer. We go to Brisbane tomorrow.”
“I’ll go with you. But we have tonight, bitch. Get over here. I need to taste you!” Rachael growled in a desperate effort to hide the truth. She had less than six months to live. Only Jennifer knew.
Reality returned with the dawn. Misha, Rachael and Jennifer sped to Brisbane in the early hours. The women wanted to be alone. They didn’t even tell Michael.
Beth bounced around the house and pool. Inside she was whole. She had her child, her man and her victory. Kat was her life partner. Her sisters were her playmates.
Becka and Sandy came to the late breakfast served at the lounge pool. Becka wore a skimpy, blue bikini, showing the outlines of her labia. Sandy wore a one-piece that clung to her every curve.
Gradually the harem, except the three on their way to Brisbane, sat around the large table with Michael.
“Do you have those parties a lot?” Sandy asked.
“What party” Michael asked with mock innocence.
Becka threw a napkin at him. “We saw. It was awesome.”
“I thought you were going to stay in your room,” Rafaela said.
Maria burst out laughing. “We wanted you to watch. Not to join us, but to show you how much love there is in this house.”
“Do you want us to join you?” Becka looked confused.
“We want you to be comfortable with our lifestyle. This summer you’ll be with us when we travel. We need you to understand who we are. We love my Dad and we love each other. I spent last night with him. I can’t describe how incredible a night we had. Tonight Shoshana and Nita will be with him.” She paused, looking to Michael to explain.
“You are my children now. I promised your mother that I would protect and help you find your way. You saw how much love there is in this house. You see the rings my women wear? Those rings are commitment rings. Our family commits to each other, body and soul.” He held up his ring with its many small stones. “One day, you may want to join us. But not until you have seen the other paths you can choose.” He saw both girls with uncertain eyes. “Questions.”
“Where are we going this summer?” Sandy asked.
The tension broke and laughter filled the house.
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How do you follow up a late night fuck?
Louise is banged good.
No fucking way was I going to ask my best friend over so my brother and his three friends could gang bang us.
Bunny thought it would be fun to be a sponsor for the senior ski trip, especially since Jack, a handsome teacher she’d always wanted to get to know better was going to be her co-sponsor. The trip was everything she could have dreamed of – and that included a couple of nightmares.
A father knowingly makes love to his daughter
Aurora finds her mind changed by the words Justin whispered to her while time was stopped. Now she wants to be his slut!
His eyes met mine, and I was instantly attracted.
Part 6
Reunion
An exhausted Michael arrived in New York the following night. As he exited Customs, he saw a uniformed driver holding a card with his name. Surrounded by four bodyguards, Michael handed the man the handle of his suitcase and followed him to a waiting limousine. The contrast between the bustling terminal and Rafaela’s village could not have been more jolting.
As the limousine snaked deftly through traffic, he pulled out his phone and dialed Peter. After a moment his friend’s voice reassured him that his girls were safe. Though tired, Michael knew he had to debrief or lose more than half a day. Twelve hours more without Beth. Or Rachael.
Carrying a laptop, Peter met him at Michael’s home, several hours north of the city.
They sat at the kitchen table, each with a glass of wine. The anti-surveillance unit humming in the background.
Too tired for lengthy explanations, Michael was cryptic. He knew Peter would ask if he needed more information. “It was as set up. They’d paid David to get Rafaela out of prison. He didn’t or couldn’t come through for them, so they put pressure on him by threatening his family. When he ate a bullet, Tim’s men were too fast and got the information they needed before they could get there,” a sip of wine before he continued, “They wanted the trade we set up.” He looked at Peter.
Michael’s instincts snapped on high alert. “But you knew that.” He said softly.
Peter nodded sadly. Michael waited for an explanation.
“I’ve known Rafaela for a long time. I sued the bastards that raped her the second time. When Tim identified the men searching for Beth and Rachael as Zapatas, I couldn’t believe it. I contacted Miguel to see if it was true. He never responded. Then they contacted me right after David killed himself. When they found out what we had, they said they needed you to come as a negotiator, but they said that if I told you, the deal was off. They guaranteed your safety, but you were not to know that.” Peter searched his friend’s hard eyes.
He handed him a folded sheet of paper. “This should explain it.”
Love
You cannot know the joy in my heart as I wrote that word. Love.
You are back in your world and I in mine. When you said I was one of the women you love, my heart soared. I never said it, but I love you. How this can be true after just two days, I do not know. I only know that it is true.
Peter is a friend and would never have let you come if there was real danger. I am so sorry for the terror I forced you to live with, but it was my last chance for freedom.
Alice told me about you and I knew you were my last chance as a woman. You sounded too good to be true, so I had to see for myself.
I know you are far from perfect, but right now, I can only think of the good.
Beth and the Walsh women are as safe as I can make them. I hope I will soon be as well. After all, you invited me to join your harem.
At the end of this letter is an e-mail address. I have also sent a laptop that you can use to communicate with me. Please send e-mails to me only on that laptop.
I long for your arms around me, for your lips on mine…
I pray that we will be together again someday, but if two days is all I ever have of you, I am content. The painful place inside of me is now filled with a warm glow and love.
Thank you Love
Rafaela
“You read it?”
Peter nodded.
“Tim’s said that all threats have been removed. There are apparently still a few credible threats, but he is dealing with them. He’s really pissed that they knew where the girls were. He’s still trying to figure out how.”
“Alice. Probably a tracking device hidden in her body. They didn’t do body cavity searches of the girls.” Michael said with a weariness of the soul at the multiple layers of betrayal he had just discovered.
“I feel like a damn puppet.” He said bitterly, anger seeping into his eyes.
Peter recoiled, knowing their friendship had been badly damaged.
“Michael. I’m so sorry. Once Rachael and Beth got together, it had to be this way. David was pure evil. So was Tom. The girls needed to heal, away from this place. The plan worked beyond our wildest dreams. The good guys won.” Peter was pleading.
Michael looked up with empty eyes.
“Peter, I love you as a friend, so you know I’ll get over it. I need to get to Beth and Rachael. Call Tim and make it happen. I need them now!” Michael began to cry as the incredible tension of the past year finally breached his emotional dam.
Peter reached for his sobbing friend, but Michael rejected his comfort.
“Get me to Beth!”
The car sped along the narrow mountain roads, though the leafless trees. A cold misting rain gave them a sad look as Michael looked out the back window. The window tinting made the day look even more depressing, yet his heart sang in anticipation.
Following his emotional meltdown, Peter and Tim shifted into high gear. Every man had his breaking point and they understood that Michael had reached his. 26 hours later he was nearly there.
Diversionary cars, private flight to Florida, long car ride to North Carolina. They traveled in a three-car convoy with rotational position.
The car took a gravel road leading to the cabins. They stopped at a roadblock about a mile from the houses and were inspected by several men wearing paramilitary gear and carrying short-barreled assault rifles. A .50 caliber rifle probably tracked them as well.
The girls stood together outside the cabin, Rachael having to restrain Beth from running at the moving cars.
As the car stopped, the back door of the second vehicle flew open and Michael darted out, running straight to them.
Beth broke free and jumped into his arms. “Daddy”. Over and over. Then she planted a lover’s kiss on his lips as they both squeezed hard.
Rachael had given them some time, but Michael noticed her standing beside them. He freed his right arm and brought Rachael into a group hug. Ripping his lips free of Beth’s, he pressed his lips longingly against Rachael’s.
Rachael was startled, but began to warmly return his kiss, opening her mouth slightly, their tongues dueling for a moment, her body responding immediately to his touch.
“Get a room!” Lynne blurted impatiently. She was miserable, cold and wet.
Michael broke the kiss and turned to walk to the cabins, his arms around Beth and Rachael.
“You’ve gotta be Lynne.” Michael chuckled. He released Rachael and started to stick out his hand, but Lynne jumped to hug him. He squeezed her close. She smelled fresh. She kissed him on the cheek.
“Hi Dad,” startling Michael.
Playing along Michael said “Dad, huh? Then I guess I can’t grab your ass, huh?” as he grabbed her ass. She giggled softly.
She released him with another swift kiss, this time on the lips.
“Shoshana?” A woman’s hug. She pulled her head back slightly and gave him a lover’s kiss. He felt his cock start to rise.
“Let’s get inside,” Rachael said softly.
Releasing Shoshana, he pulled Rachael back into a three-way hug as they led him to their cabin.
The cabin was relatively large. Three bedrooms and two baths with a kitchen along one wall and a large fireplace at the end of a large open living/dining area. Rustic, comfortable furniture filled the room.
Michael tried to be polite and started to sit on one of the couches so he could socialize. Beth wouldn’t let go, however and pulled him toward her room.
“I have to show Michael something,” she tossed over her shoulder, her blonde ponytail swinging from side to side.
As their door closed, Lynne said, “She’s going to rape him!”
Rachael turned the stereo on and turned the volume up a bit, chuckling to herself.
Inside the room, clothes flew in all directions. As the last sock came off, she was on him, kissing his lips, squeezing his cock and rubbing her painfully hard nipples across his chest.
He pulled her close and dropped his hand to cup her sex. She was actually dripping.
He picked her up and dropped her on the bed, quickly lying beside her. His last conscious thought was to have her on top as he might hurt her in other positions in his fuck lust.
She understood, swung a leg over his chest and grabbed his cock. It seemed much larger as she rubbed the head along her wet slit. She felt it at her opening and pushed down hard, putting months of need into the thrust. A flash of pain told her body to move slower. Knowing that she had Michael back allowed her to heed her body’s advice.
After a few more strokes, she was sitting with his entire cock in her. Her eyes had been closed during her impalement. She opened them, finding Michael’s eyes a peculiar shade of gray / green.
He’d almost cum with Beth’s first frantic push, but he barely managed to conquer his need. He watched her concentrate on the feelings as she jammed more and more of his pole into her tight tunnel. She was an incredible creature.
“Oh God, I need you,” she gasped.
He thrust upward a bit.
“No. Fuck me! I’m your slut!”
He began thrusting into her savagely while his hands rolled her hips in the lust dance he learned from Rafaela. The dance caused his cock to caress all of her tight tunnel. This was not making love. This was primal fucking.
She danced with her arms over her head as her climax built.
Michael took his right hand off her and placed his palm against her belly, just above her clit.
“I’m CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGG,” she wailed
Michael’s thumb flipped across her clit and she screamed her delight. He could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and felt his own climax approaching. He jackhammered his cock into his beautiful daughter’s cunt. And let loose, still caressing her clit.
Finally she pushed his hand away and collapsed atop him, saliva leaking from the corner of her mouth.
They lay like that for a while as senses returned to normal, Michael’s softening cock still inside her.
“God, I needed that,” Beth whispered, only now realizing the music blaring from the living room.
She extended her arms and levered her torso off his chest so she could look into his eyes. She could feel his cock hardening.
“Twofer or a little rest?” she asked with an impish smile.
“I think we probably should get cleaned up and talk with the girls.”
The shower was too small for two people so Beth took hers first. While she was in the shower, he began unpacking.
As Michael came out of the shower, Beth was holding the sealed enveloped and package Rafaela had given him in Mexico. She looked up quizzically.
“What’s this?”
“I don’t really know. It’s from a woman named Rafaela. Long story Kitten. It really concerns Rachael and her girls more than us.” He tilted his head to the door.
Beth dropped the envelope and package back into his bag.
Rachael turned the music down when they appeared, grinning.
“First round goes to Michael. God did you scream!” Lynne teased.
“You’d scream too if he did it to you!” Michael thought, ‘Cheeky minx, my daughter.’
“I suspect we all would,” Rachael said, joining the game. Only her eyes said she was serious.
Michael detected the aroma of a roast as he realized he had not eaten all day, his stomach growling loudly.
Rachael cocked an eyebrow. “Let me guess, no food all day?”
Michael nodded sheepishly.
Rachael turned to go to the small kitchen and almost bumped in Shoshana who was carrying a small platter of cheese and shrimp.
“After all that exercise, I thought you’d be hungry,” she said giggling softly
He sat in the middle of the large couch, Bet beside him. He patted the other side, “Shosh.”
She smiled broadly as she wiggled close to him. Michael knew that of all his broken birds, Shoshana needed the most attention.
“For now just the basics because we have almost a year to catch up on. First, we’re safe. All contracts have been cancelled. You know David is dead?” The girls nodded as Shoshana snuggled closer, her head now resting on his shoulder. He reached and put his arm around here shoulders earning him a satisfied sigh.
“You know Tom is dead?” Again they nodded. “May he roast in hell,” Lynne added softly.
“We’ve filed a number of suits in your names. Most are now settled. We’ve also recovered the money David took out of your trusts. We need to get you,” nodding to Rachael, “to sign several affidavits, but the money is secure.”
Shoshana’s hand moved dangerously close to his cock. He gently moved it away bent his head to her ear and simply said, “we’ll talk later, OK?” She nodded impishly.
Rachael felt her heart hurt. Perfect handling of her little girl.
“The lawsuits and investigations pissed off a lot of people. Powerful people, so we’re still going to need security, so I think it may be best for us to stay together.” The Walsh women nodded enthusiastically as Beth stroked his arm.
“Making anything secure in a city is nearly impossible, so I think we need a new home. If someone wants to find us, they will, but I’d like to be in a place where we can see them coming,” he paused for comments, then continued, “Beth and I love being near the water. What about you guys?”
The girls looked to Rachael. “I think that would be good, but someplace warm! It gets fricking cold here!”
“Lynne?”
“So long as they speak English. I’m terrible at languages, except maybe Spanish.”
He looked down into Shoshana’s adoring eyes. “Someplace they can fix me,” she lisped.
Rachael almost cried.
Michael gave Shoshana’s shoulders a squeeze.
“That kind of narrows it down.” He pretended to think for a moment since he had the same parameters, “I’d suggest a place called Noosa. It’s in North Queensland, Australia. Near Brisbane. Warm. Great surfing. It’s on what they call the Sunshine Coast.”
Michael rose and got his briefcase and laptop from the room. He loaded a flash drive and played a video about Noosa and Brisbane.
When it finished, the girls had faraway looks on their faces. It looked so clean, warm and inviting.
Looking outside into the cold rain, Rachael blurted, “When do we leave?”
Michael got his satellite phone. He dialed Tim’s number.
“Tim, I think it’s Noosa,” looking over his shoulder at four enthusiastically nodding heads.” Michael listened for a moment, then said, “I agree, make it 12. How long? What about a moving holiday? I’ve gotta get these girls out of the boonies and Shosh to a surgeon. “ Another pause, “Yeah, I’m OK with that.”
He turned to his enthralled audience.
“Noosa’s going to take at least several weeks, so we have a choice. We can go to Raleigh to get Su…Shoshana treated and then go on a “Road Trip” or we can stay here and fly out in a couple of weeks.”
“Road Trip!” They shouted with glee. Michael knew that somewhere Tim was groaning.
His stomach growled alarmingly. “Can I please get something to eat?”
That night with the urgency of coupling a bit less, Michael tenderly made love to his little girl. Beth really liked being on top and danced herself to several orgasms again. When she slept in his arms, she snored softly.
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Authors Notes
Neat N’ Naked is a Series of 26 unrelated stories I am working on. They all have the same basic premise, Someone hires a naked maid and orgasms ensue.
This part contains heterosexual intercourse, prostitution, virgin deflowering, fellatio, cunnilingus, and heterosexual sodomy. If you don’t enjoy this kind of smut, please choose another story.
This is my first attempt at writing lesbian erotica
A wife enjoys a very special journey home.
All participants in this story no younger than 18 years of age.
It happened again, this is really getting old! Oh well, at least she’s cute. I just need to make sure the girls play nice.
During a bath, when she’s young, Daphne’s Uncle warns her that one of these days he’s going to fuck her little pussy. This story is about that day.
Peter pulled off his tie and jacket and threw them on the chair. He was
disgusted with everything. His dream girl, his “Marsha,” had hardly said two
words to him since their arrival. And tonight, she never danced with him, not
even once. He shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it after the others.
Rationally, he knew his anger was directed more at himself than at Marsha. His
entire fantasy was a pipe-dream and he should have recognized it as such. You
just don’t go around asking your sister to fuck, he thought. He had been a fool,
and he didn’t like feeling foolish.
Fortunately, he thought, aunt Mary had come to his rescue. She’s really
something, he mused. Who would have thought the old girl was so wild? Then he
remembered that his aunt was only in her early forties. Not really such an old
girl, he thought. Hell, Lucy Parsons’ older and she’s a fine piece of ass!
Now I’m thinking about banging my own aunt! The irony of the situation made him
chuckle. Dear aunt Mary had given him a hard-on more than once tonight, but the
one he really wanted to fuck didn’t even say ‘goodnight.’ He shook his head and
opened the bathroom door.
Startled, Marsha jerked her head up and looked directly into Peter’s eyes.
Without conscious thought, she dropped the towel she was holding. She was naked
from the waist up. Her bare tits stood out proudly; the nipples, big and rosy.
For a lifetime she held her breath as her mind tried to force her mouth to
speak. Nothing came out.
Peter stood transfixed. His face flushed as his eyes roamed his sister’s
beautiful body; his mind registering every contour and curve. His stomach
tightening and he felt a sharp pain in his nuts as if they were caught in a
vise. Sheepishly, he mumbled, “Excuse me” and closed the door. The pain in his
balls, like his frustration, intensified.
Fucking blue-balls! Angrily, he stripped, pulled on his swimtrunks and headed
for the pool.
Marsha stared blankly at the closed door. Her mouth was dry and her throat felt
constricted; shivers ran up her spine and goosebumps rose on her flesh. Her cunt
was dewy. Fool! Fool, she thought, but as her mind screamed she wasn’t sure who
she was accusing. Herself or Peter? She threw the towel down and went into her
room. The empty bed seemed to smirk at her. There would be no sleeping tonight,
she realized sadly. Then she stripped, put on a robe and went downstairs.
**********************************
Peter stood in the shallow end of the S-shaped pool; the end away from the
house. Surrounded by shrubs and trees it was private and secluded. Peaceful.
Churning the water to foam he had tried to burn the image of Marsha from his
fevered mind. His cock still ached with desire, but the pain in his balls was
gone. He shook the water from his hair.
“Ow!” He yelped as something – somebody! – squeezed his prick, then forced his
legs opened and swam through them. His aunt surfaced in front of him, water
streaming off her voluptuous body. She was wearing a white, one-piece bathing
suit that he could practically see through – the hardened nipples of her big
tits stood out like round little pebbles, and the tangle of cunt-fur was dark
against the white material. He felt his cock stiffen.
“Hi, lover! I saw you swimming and I’d thought I’d join you for some fun and
games.”
“Er, aunt Mary! You scared the shit out of me.”
She giggled. “That wasn’t what I wanted to come out and greet me,” she said
coyly, moving close to him. The tips of her tits touched his chest and his cock
jumped automatically, jabbing her in the crotch.
“Ooooo, now that’s more like it!” she said in a husky whisper. Her arms went
around him and she pressed her pliant body against his, her cunt grinding
against his prick. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his breathing became
ragged. His hands ached to squeeze her full, ripe tits, but this was his aunt,
his rational mind kept saying – his father’s sister! – he couldn’t do this!
“Aunt Mary, this is insane! I can’t do . . .”
His lovely aunt humped her pussy against his swollen cock. “Sure you can, lover.
You want to! You really do, and I want you to do it! Fuck me, Peter!” she said,
her voice almost a rasp. “Stick your beautiful cock in me and fuck me ragged!”
An image of Marsha’s nakedness came to him and his steel-like cock threatened to
tear through his trunks. His mind reeled and blinding lust filled his body. He
pulled Mary to him and passionately covered her lips, his hands, roughly,
kneading her sensitive skin. A moan of exquisite pleasure parted her lips as she
fondled his hard cock.
Their hands tore at each others clothing until they were naked. Mary grabbed his
shoulders and hoisted herself above his jutting prick, then, slowly she lowered
her boiling pussy onto the throbbing member. She felt Peter’s cockhead part her
pussylips, stretching her cunt-channel; the water gurgling around her hot hole,
squishing, as his cock slid up into her slick, waiting pussy.
********************************
Marsha paced in the semi-darkness of the den, her mind in turmoil. Her desire
for her brother was becoming an obsession, and now, flirting on the edges of her
mind was visions of her father’s cock, and her uncle’s, too. She didn’t know
what was happening to her or why these feelings and these images were plaguing
her. She tried to shut them out but her brain refused and in her mind she could
feel their cocks entering her body and her mouth, thrilling her almost to death.
Her cunt was wet again. Marsha Bradford feared for her sanity.
She threw herself down on the couch. The TV’s remote control stabbed her in the
ass and she winced. Absent- minded, she flicked it to ON. The screen lit up in a
crazy zig-zag pattern of gray lines. Stupidly, she stared at it until she
realized that it was set for VCR play. She pressed the PLAY button.
*************************
Carol Bradford lay in bed listening to her husband’s quiet snoring. Sleep eluded
her. She got up, covered her naked body with a robe and quietly went downstairs.
She had a dull ache in her head from too much wine and too much mental tension.
The party had only postponed the whirling thoughts that Marsha had put in her
mind. What should she do? Tell her the truth? What would that do? Make her run
to her brother’s bed – start another cycle of incest? – or shock her so much
that she would never speak to her again? How, she wondered, could a daughter
have the same perverted desires as her mother?
Her mind swirled and she giggled to herself. What I need right now, she thought,
is a good stiff cock! That would take my mind off everything. She remembered
Peter standing on the stairs, his tight pants outlining the heavy mound of his
prick and balls, waving goodnight to her. She licked her lips as the camera of
her mind’s eye focused on his crotch. Mary’s words came back to her: ‘just the
type you like!’ It was true! Marsha’s confession had set her vivid imagination
into motion, and the thought of Peter’s hard cock up her pussy had made her
blood boil and her pussy ooze with cuntjuice. How she had envied her
sister-in-law, Mary, when she was dancing with Peter, seeing her hips grind
against his hard body. She had blushed beet red when a trickle of cum-cream
dribbled down her hot thigh.
Shaking her head she tried to untangle herself from the morass of emotions
inside herself. Dejectedly, she headed for the quiet of the family den.
****************************
It took a full thirty seconds for Marsha Bradford to realize she was watching a
home video of her mother and father having oral sex. Blushing with
embarrassment, Marsha stared, transfixed as her father sat in a straight-back
chair, his long, thick cock, hard and erect. Her mother knelt before him,
fingering his heavy ballsac; her tongue gliding, wet and shiny, up and down,
coating his shaft with a layer of saliva. Her eyes were bright with desire.
There were no words spoken but she could hear their mewing of passion; the slurp
of her mother’s tongue, her father’ heavy breathing. Aghast, Marsha tried to
flick the video off, but her fumbling fingers couldn’t find the right switch.
Just then a naked leg straddled her father’s lap, and a heavily thatched pussy
positioned itself above his saliva covered prick. Marsha gawked as the camera
closed in on the churning, dripping cunt and the angry, purple prick- head
slipping between the puffy cuntlips. The remote control fell from her trembling
fingers as the camera pulled back, revealing, to her astonished eyes, her aunt’s
face, contorted with passion.
Her mind reeled as she tried to cope with what she was seeing and hearing. Her
father was fucking his own sister! And her mother! She was lavishly licking her
husband’s balls and her sister-in-law’s cunt and tits! Her mother was actively
condoning incest!
Marsha watched, in horrid fascination, as her mother’s tongue darted from hairy
balls to protruding clit, then up to jutting tits, her nimble, snake-like tongue
circling each swollen nipple, sucking each one, in turn, into her hot mouth. A
camera close-up caught the passion and lust of the women’s dueling tongues, as
they hungrily entwined, and her mother’s hands squeezing her aunt’s firm tits.
The video was sending conflicting signals to Marsha’s brain: embarrassment,
anger, and voyeuristic pleasure. It was all jumbled up. Making love to her
brother was an obsessive desire! Making love to another woman was just a stray
thought – a true fantasy – but here was her mother and her aunt actually doing
what she had only dreamt about. She blinked as the camera jiggled, then
steadied.
The picture had been pulled back. Mary’s body twisted lewdly on her brother’s
humping prick, the long shaft glistening with pussy-juice as it plunged in and
out of her grasping cunt while her mother showered the fucking couple with wet
kisses. A naked man stepped into view, his cock hard and sticking straight out.
Marsha’s hands covered her mouth as she watched her uncle John smile and finger
his heavily veined prick, then pull his sister – her mother! – away. Without
preamble they embraced and he began fondling her lovely body; his mouth finding
her full tits, his fingers probing her blonde cunt thatch. Marsha’s body was on
fire! Her cunt was drooling and the nipples of her beautiful tits were hard and
sore. She was unaware of how hard she was squeezing them.
She watched in stunned fascination as the camera showed her mother’s smiling
face sucking her brother’s hairy cock, her fingers playing with her own wet
pussy as she did; eyes slitted with passion and her mouth full of thick
prick-meat. Marsha could see her mother’s saliva shining on her uncle’s cock.
When she heard her mother tell her brother to fuck her, to stick it deep in her
cunt, Marsha covered her mouth, stifling the urge to scream – not
vindictiveness, but her frustration and passion. The walls of convention, of
mental imprisonment were crumbling around her.
*************************
When Carol entered the room and saw what Marsha was watching she felt the world
cave in on her; a mammoth avalanche of despair that blocked out all light and
air. She hugged herself as her body shook with humiliation. Tears streaked her
cheeks as she watched herself get fucked side- saddle, by her own brother! Her
left leg stood almost straight up giving the camera a spectacular shot of John’s
large prick, slick with cum-juice, driving deep into her twisting body. When she
heard the passion erupt from her mouth, she screamed.
Marsha jumped up, startled by the eerie sound; something that sounded like a
wail of despair. Her own body was trembling with suppressed desire and her
breathing was ragged so it took a moment for her fevered brain to focus. Her
mother stood at the door, her body bent forward, shaking, tears running down her
cheeks. Her robe had become loose and through the gap, Marsha could see the
swells of her tits and part of a naked leg. A strange, tingling sensation
rippled through her body, making her cunt contract and filling it with hot
pussycream. Her mind pictured her mother’s blonde, wet cunt, a twin of her own,
and her lust spilled over.
“Marsha! . . . Marsha! . . . I can explain, I . . .”
Carol’s words stuck in her throat as Marsha, her eyes bright with excitement,
pulled her robe open and exposed her body. She stiffened as her daughter’s
hungry lips covered her own and her hot tongue twisted in her mouth, probing its
softness. A moan escaped her lips as strong hands gripped her tits and harshly
kneaded the yielding flesh. Carol felt her legs begin to tremble and her cunt
start to fill with the hot juices of her body. A small, rational part of her
mind tried to tell her that this was wrong, but a blinding light filled her
senses, blocking out all rational thought. Marsha had, roughly, stuck a finger
up her cunt!
Pulling her mother to the couch, Marsha sought Carol’s lips. Entwining their
tongues, each felt the response and electric thrills ran up their spines. Hands
pulled roughly at the constricting robes as both were consumed by a forbidden
passion fueled by fantasy, guilt, and frustration. They had to have each other!
Naked, they rolled around the floor; arms and legs entwined, as the television
screen continued to flash the family’s secret before them. Marsha was dimly
aware of her mother being fucked by a strong, young man; someone around Peter’s
age.
Carol, now in the throes of lust, spread Marsha’s cunt wide open with her
thumbs. Pressing her nose to the steaming slit, she inhaled the tart aroma of
female pussycream. A small drop of cuntjuice dripped onto her outstretched
tongue, and with a moan of lust and anguish, she buried her face in Marsha’s
sopping cunt and began to suck greedily. Marsha’s groans turned into pleasurable
moans.
“Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!” Marsha moaned as her mother’s tongue began to stir
strange, hidden feelings in her body. Her cunt was being sucked by another
woman! Incredible excitement surged through her, heightened by the knowledge of
whose mouth was thrilling her.
Marsha rolled their bodies over and Carol’s active tongue never left her snatch;
never missed a lick as it rushed over her extended clit like a fast moving
stream, making her limbs twitch uncontrollably. Now, she could see Carol’s
blonde-furred box, dripping with hot juice, directly above her mouth and nose.
As she gazed at it in wonder, Carol pushed her cunt down, hard, completely
covering Marsha’s face and the tart female juices flowed freely into her mouth.
She swallowed and the musky taste drove her tongue deep into her mother’s pussy
searching for more.
Like gladiators, locked in combat, their tongues stabbed and their hands probed;
each straining to give and to receive.
“Oh, God! Mommy! I’m gonna cum . . . I’m gonna cum!”
“Yes, baby, yes!” Carol mumbled. “Cum! Let me suck your cum! . . . . .
Yesssssss!”
Waves of pleasure washed over their misted bodies as the multiple cums began to
flow, and Marsha realized the sexual dizziness that only another woman’s tongue
could produce. Her body arched, and began to shake with uncontrollable tremors.
Her pussy erupted and she squirted her lust into Carol’s waiting mouth; the hot
cum dribbling down her mother’s cheeks and into the crack of her ass.
Her body still shaking, Marsha wrapped her legs around Carol’s twisting head,
holding it captive; keeping her probing, snake-like tongue prisoner; her hips
humping into a cum-slick face.
Carol wailed into her daughter’s thick muff as Marsha sucked hard on her exposed
clit, sending a torrent of sizzling cunt-juice flowing into her mouth and over
her cheeks. In their passion, they had cum like men, shooting globs of juice
into each other’s mouth.
They broke apart, bodies panting and smiled lovingly at each other. The grinding
sex had been a cathartic experience for them; a purging of guilt and
frustration. In its wake only love, pleasure and desire existed.
Marsha pointed toward the flickering screen. “How did you all get together?” she
asked, watching a close-up shot of her aunt flushed face; her mouth open and
three erupting cocks -her father’s and uncle, and the strange young man – splash
cum all over her face and mouth. Excited, she watched Mary’s mouth swallow glob
after glob, her tongue searching for the stray drops that ran down her nose and
cheeks. She appeared immensely happy.
Carol reached over for the remote control and turned the set off. “You can see
that some other time. I feel foolish having you watch that. I always knew it
would get us in trouble one of these days.”
Marsha smiled. “Don’t feel bad. If it wasn’t for that nothing would have
happened tonight and I’d still think I was nuts.” She threw her arms wide,
pulling her lovely tits up. “You don’t know how good I feel; how free.”
“Oh, yes I do, baby. Yes, I do!”
Marsha moved closer, her still warm body touching Carol’s. “How did it happen?
You and uncle John and aunt Mary?”
“Well,” Carol sighed, consigned to tell the story, “it started just after you
left for San Francisco. Over a year ago. The four of us went to Las Vegas for a
weekend, remember? Well, between Mike and John, they won around a thousand
dollars. So, we had a party.”
“A sex party?” Marsha asked, incredulously.
“No, silly! A celebration. We went out and painted the town red, white and
blue.” Carol hesitated. “Well, to make a long story short. We had a suite at the
hotel and Mary and I were feeling no pain. When we couldn’t take another drink
we left the boys at the bar and went off to bed.
“I don’t really know what happened, even the guys can’t figure it out, but when
they came up, pretty tipsy, they went to the wrong bedrooms.” Carol shrugged
eloquently.
“Oh, no,” Marsha said, “I want to hear it all. Don’t give me that shrug of the
shoulder bit.”
Carol giggled. She actually enjoyed telling the story, but was still embarrassed
and needed prodding to go on.
“You can imagine what happened next. I woke up with this thick cock nudging me
in the ass, and the next thing I knew I was on all fours getting fucked doggie
style.” She put her hands up, searching for the right words. “Sex was always
good, but like a lot of couples it wasn’t as . . . exciting as it once was. This
. . . this was somehow different, not better . . . just different. Yes, that’s
it. John’s cock felt different! His whole style of fucking was not what I was
used to.
“Well, there was a mirror behind the bed and when I looked up, there was your
uncle John, fucking my pussy for all it was worth! All of a sudden I’m cumming
like a waterfall. I can’t stop! I know it’s my brother and I know it’s wrong,
but I’m so excited, so hot and horny I can’t do anything about it. I didn’t want
to do anything about it!
“All my schoolgirl fantasies came flooding back; my handsome brother, the
football hero with all the girls after him. My incredible secret crush! I wanted
a boyfriend just like him. Actually, I wanted him. I use to masturbate dreaming
about him. He was my fantasy!” Carol sighed.
“Well, like I said, we fucked and fucked. And I came and came. Afterwards,
Johnny told me that when he realized who he was screwing his cock doubled in
size. He said he had to keep fucking me. He couldn’t stop either.”
“What was aunt Mary and Daddy doing all this time?”
“The same thing. And they felt the same, too. Even after they knew who they were
in bed with, they had to keep at it. The excitement was just too much! It was as
if all our emotions, all our passions had been walled up and this just shattered
the barriers.
“I can tell you we were pretty sheepish in the morning. No one could think of
the right thing to say. No one wanted to admit how much they enjoyed it. Thank
God, for Mary. After a silence that was terrifying she ups and admits that she
fucked her brother, loved fucking her brother, and wanted to fuck him again. Her
honesty made me stand up and admit how I felt, too. I still loved Mike, but I
also loved fucking John. And, like Mary, I wanted to do it again.
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The Girl Down The Street
Lemme start by saying, life gets better. If you’re thinking life isn’t good, wait a bit, trust me, it does. Or at least it did for me. I never once thought that one of my best friends and I would escalate our friendship to a whole different level, but hey! Look at… Never mind. I’m getting ahead of myself. Lemme start with the beginning.
My name is Jackson. I’m 16, and a sophomore in a small town high school in the Midwest. Things don’t get much more boring than it does out here. There’s nothing to do but each other. But, again, I’m skipping ahead.
I don’t have much in the way of “friends”. True friends anyway. I have acquaintances, and people I like to hang out with. But the number of people I can really talk to and be honest with are few and far between. I have one in particular, and her name is Rose. She has to be my best friend of all time. I can tell her anything, and we can talk about stuff no one else will. I’ve had girlfriends, but I don’t think I’ve been as close to them as I am to her.
It all started on one crisp winter day in December. She was having me and her boyfriend over to hang out and watch movies and things. We did this often, called it a movie day. Even though most of the time we would sit and watch How I Met Your Mother on Netflix. That’s just how this one turned out. We were all sitting there about 4:15 in the afternoon when her boyfriend gets a call that he needs to come home and do some work. Reluctantly, he packs up, gives Rose a goodbye kiss and head out the door. When she comes back downstairs, I’m just relaxing in the recliner watching tv. She plops on down on the couch and watches with me without saying a word. Finally I break the silence.
“I don’t understand this show. He doesn’t tell them how he met their mother at all. He just tells them how many girls he banged before he met their mother.”
“Maybe it’s trying to tell you something.” was her reply, and I could have swore I heard a slight seductive tone. But I dismissed it.
“I’m going to get a drink, would you like anything?” she asked after a little while.
“Water please.” I reply. She got up from the couch and walked toward the stairs, her back to me the whole time, and something strange happened.
As she walked away, I noticed the perfect way her ass moved when she walked. It almost had a “come hither” motion to it. This was strange for two reasons. One, I was noticing my best friends ass, and she had a boyfriend. And two, I’d never done that before. Granted she was beautiful. At 5’9″, she had a perfect hourglass figure, with not too big not too small but perfect 36B boobs. But I’d always just seen her as a great great friend. Never more.
But now….I was thinking about a whole new side, literally. Finally she disappeared up the stairs and I told myself out loud to snap out of it. But the more I tried not to think about her, the more I did. The more her accentuated curves formed an hourglass shape with her body, how her ass curved up her sides and turned into her luscious breasts…
My thoughts were interrupted by Rose returning with my water. She went back to the couch and sat down like normal, but the way I watched her do it was different.
I decided to joke with her. “Well, we’re finally alone. What shall we do?” I added a wink.
She turned and smiled. “I dunno big boy. What do yooou wanna do?” she batted her eyelashes at me.
I want to rip your clothes off, was my first thought but I scolded myself. “Oh I dunno…” and I took her hand in mine. “I was thinking we could start slow…”
She picked up fast, “I agree, then maybe we should get a little more forward..” she jumped on top of me and straddled me, a seductive look in her eye, but she couldn’t hold her composure, and she burst out laughing. She rolled off of me and onto the floor, still dying of laughter. I couldn’t help myself and I joined her in laughing so hard it hurt. We eventually calmed down, and turned back to the show. Her boyfriend showed up later on and we continued “movie day” without incident, but my thought kept straying to the view of her perfect round ass…
I woke up the next morning, a lazy Sunday, to my phone buzzing. It was Rose, and she wanted me to come over. She only lived just down the street so I threw some clothes on and headed out, not before I took time to fix my hair.
I knocked on her door and waited a while. I thought maybe no one was home so I turned to leave and jus then her door swung open and there she stood, eyes red from crying. She was still sniffling as I threw open the glass door and rushed in demanding to know what was wrong.
“Brandon dumped me. He just dumped me, without any warning.” she said between sobs.
I ran forward and embraced her.
“Shh..it’s ok, it’s ok… Did he tell you why?”
“Yeah…” She sobbed into my shoulder.
“He said I was too flirty with other guys, especially you…”
“That’s crazy!” I said, but I secretly knew it wasn’t. “We don’t flirt!” On purpose, I finished in my head.
“Thats what I told him! But he wouldn’t listen…” she began to cry into my shoulder. I led her over to her couch and we sat down and I just let her cry it out; every now and then I would say “Shh…” or “It’s ok..” but every time I did my heart did a tap dance. She was single! Now I don’t feel so guilty for my thoughts. And it’s not like I’ll get a girlfriend soon either.
All these thoughts were running through my head and I hadn’t noticed Rose had stopped crying and she was just resting her head on my shoulder. But the unique thing was that she happened to rest her hand right in my lap. It took all my self control not to get too ‘excited’. But the inevitable happened. I felt myself slowly getting bigger and I felt it straining against my jeans. At this point I knew she had to feel it, but if she did she said nothing. She just sat there head on my shoulder, arm around my neck, other arm in my crotch. I was doing everything possible to put down the raging hard-on. Think of dead things or ugly people or….
Something strange happened. I could feel her hand moving slowly on the front of my jeans. Not a big movement but she was moving, slowly back and forth, right on my erection. This can’t be an accident… I thought to myself.
I turned my head and looked down at her. Her dark brown hair smelled so nice, like strawberries. She looked up and our faces were less than an inch from each other. I don’t remember leaning in but the next thing I knew I was kissing her. Lightly at first but soon our tongues made a gentle pass and we were off. We just sat there and made out, like nothing was wrong, like we were two lovers in heat.
She put her hand on my chest and pushed me back downing the couch, her on top of me. We continued making out until her hand found it’s way inside my shirt. She began running her hand over my chest and stomach. Now I’m not ripped, but I am rather muscular, and girls like that, apparently.
I felt like I should be doing something with my hands so I started to rub them up and down her sides, all the way down to her ass and all the way back to her boobs where I rested my hand and began massaging them. Rose let loose a little moan in my mouth. I took this as a sign on enjoyment so I continued.
She moved her hands and grabbed my shirt and ripped it over my head and went right back to kissing me. I moved my hands down her back until I found the edge of her shirt and pulled up until it too was off, leaving both of us topless other than her bra, which, with very little fumbling thank you very much, I managed to remove.
I rolled us over so that I was on top. I took my kisses from Rose’s mouth to her cheek and eventually her ear which I kissed down the the earlobe, she jerked a little at this. I made a mental note. My kissed went from there down to her neck, and down her front until I was kissing between her breasts. I moved my head slowly along until I was resting above her right nipple, and I went down and began kissing it. I lightly wrapped my lips around it, soliciting a quick whine out of Rose. Another mental note.
I began to lightly suck on her nipple, and eventually my sucking grew more fierce. I worked my hand up and started rubbing my fingers around her other nipple, slightly pinching now and then. Rose was squirming beneath me but I just increased the pace and ferocity of my sucking and rubbing.
All at once, she let out a long and loud moan and bucked her hips into the air and held them there. I didn’t stop, I just kept going until her moan turned into a hum and her breathing grew more rapid and finally she pushed me away saying “N-no..n-no more…”
I crawled back up toward her mouth, her breathing returning to normal after her orgasm. She whispered into my ear: “That was more intense and anything Brandon ever gave me. Thank you.” she planted a deep kiss, complete with tongue, on me and we collapsed onto the couch.
Rose laid on top of me for a while, her head on my chest, still topless. Meanwhile I had a raging hard-on, and either I needed to jerk, or we needed to go further…
As if she could read my thought rose looked up at me.
“It’s not over yet.” she said, never breaking eye contact as she crawled down the couch. She got to my belt and began working on the buckle. After the button and zipper were undone, she grabbed the waistband of not only me pants but my underwear and pulled them down. My cock sprung free; sticking straight out at 7″, I wasn’t short. Her eyes lit up at the sight, and I could feel it get harder.
“It’s so big…” I heard her whisper as she wrapped her fingers around it. She began steadily stroking it up and down over and over. I closed my eyes and leaned back to enjoy the feeling. But then something happened that made me jump.
I felt her run her tongue up the underside of my dick and as it reached the head she wrapped her lips around it. This made my cock twitch so bad I thought I was going to cum right then and there. But I exerted what self control I had and abstained.
Her motions were incredible. She would take as much as possible, a good 5 inches, and then slide all the way back up so just the head was in her mouth, and she would swirl her tongue around my cockhead, driving me insane. I put a hand on the back of her head as she moved up and down, enjoying it. All of a sudden I couldn’t take it.
“Rose..I-I’m gonna”
I couldn’t finish. suddenly Rose jerked back and took just the head, then sucked as hard as she could. This sent me spiraling over the edge. I began shooting ropes and ropes of cum into Rose’s mouth and down her throat and she expertly swallowed it all. She then moved up and down my cock until it was soft again.
I sat there, breathing heavily, recovering from my intense orgasm. I took a second to take in the moment and realize who was currently caressing my balls. I just got a blowjob from my best friend.. And I’ll be damned if I didn’t love it! Up until now, she has directed everything…bout time the power shifted.
“My turn.” I said as I got up and lifted her onto the couch. I kneeled down and pulled her jeans from around her waist, panties and all, and buried my face in her crotch.
Rose let loose a yip, due to her surprise, but her yip turned into a moan as she realized what I was doing to her. I was slowly letting my tongue caress her opening, and then sliding it up and down her whole slit, pausing to suck on her clitoris for a second before starting the process over again.
It didn’t take long this time. Her hips were squirming violently and as I heard that sharp intake of breath, I latched onto her clit and sucked hard.
Rose hit the roof. She couldn’t hold back and screamed with pleasure as her orgasm flooded over her, coating around my mouth. I kept licking until she grabbed my head and pulled me away.
“No.. No more..” she said. “now, you’re going to fuck me.”
She stood up off the couch, over me, purposefully wiping her soaking pussy on my face. She took my hand and pulled me up. I hadn’t noticed in the confusion how hard I had gotten again. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom down the hall. Once there, she told me to stand by the bed, so I did. She closed the door and turned around, back against the wood. Our eyes met, and I could see the fire in her eyes.
All at once, she ran at me, jumped on me wrapping her legs around me and we feel back on the bed, and as we did so, she planted a deep kiss on me. She was straddling me now, and without breaking the kiss, I felt her hand move between my legs and position my cock right at the entrance to her now well lubricated pussy. All at once, she sat down, impaling herself on my hard shaft. She moaned so deep I could feel the vibrations coming down through her cunt, and I almost came right there, but I once again abstained. She slowly began to slide up and down on my cock, sometimes going all the way up so just the head was in, then going back down until all you could see was her lips against my stomach. Gradually she increased her pace and I started to match it and eventually I was fucking her just as much as she was fucking me.
“Oh..oh..oh..yes..yes..don’t stop..don’t ever stop..” was all I could hear as I rammed my throbbing cock into this sweet teen pussy. I got faster and her screams became more intense.
“Oh..ohohohoh… OH FUCK! OH FUCK YES DON’T YOU STOP! OH GOD IM GONNA..I’M GONNA…CUUUUUUUUUUUUMM!!!!!”
She screamed the last word as I could feel her juices flowing all over my cock, and I didn’t slow down. I grabbed her by the sides and flipped her over so we were missionary style. I then got even faster and harder, as tears of pleasure fell out her Rose’s eyes. All she could do was moan, her voice lost in pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Rose…” I began.
“Don’t stop.” she breathed. “Don’t you dare stop. I want you to cum in me. I want to have your baby. Let’s cum together.”
That pushed me over the edge. I kept pumping as I could feel my balls tighten and all my hot, sticky cum flew out of my cock and deep inside her vagina and into her waiting womb. We both moaned, as we came together.
I fucked Rose until I could feel my dick getting smaller until *plop* it slipped right out. I collapsed and fell right next to her, both of us breathing like we had just run a marathon. She rolled over and looked me dead in the eye and said:
“I think I love you Jackson.” and with that, she fell asleep on my chest, naked as the day she was born.
And that, I thought, is just how I like her.
I might write more to please the real Rose. So you might have to sit through it. 😉
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