Aaron comes home to a new family, and things get complicated.

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My first story on here which has some truth… just not all. Please feel free to email me at [email protected].

As she told the family secret to him, she had watched his face change for surprise and
awe, to passion and lust. His cock had stiffened, growing to steel-like hardness, and
the moment she had finished he had thrown her down and savagely stuck his engorged prick
all the way up her hot cunt making her cum instantly. Now, he roughly pushed her on her
back and plunged his thick cock back in her sizzling cunt. Her nails and teeth dug into
his flesh leaving their marks as they vented their perverted pleasures. His hands bit
harshly into her upturned asscheeks, his hips frantically slapping against her butt.
She reached behind him and cradled his balls, still heavy with cum, in her hands.
“Cum for me, Peter! Oh, my son, cum for me!” she cried, as her sweat-slick body humped
back at him. His thrusts were longs and hard, and each one sucked her spongy cuntlips
in and forced the breath from her body. He started to pump faster and Carol moaned as
pain and pleasure mixed together.
“Oh, shit! … Gotta cum, Mom … can’t hold back!”
“Cum in my mouth this time. . . let me taste it. Please cum in my mouth!”
His body stiffened and she scrambled to get up, but she wasn’t fast enough. His voice
choked as his control broke and reason left him.
“Aaaaaaaagggggg!” he growled. Cum splashed her face and body before she could get her
hand around his erupting cock and direct it into her mouth. He was shooting by the
cupful. Her mouth filled and she swallowed automatically, hardly tasting its thick,
salty texture. She swallowed again and again, her tongue too busy to capture the slimy
wads that streaked down her cheeks and dripped off the tips of her heaving tits.
Carol held Peter’s ass tightly and continued to suck his cock while his body shook with
uncontrollable spasms. Thick, white cum dribbled down her chin. Finally, his shaking
began to subside. With weak legs, he collapsed on the bed, taking Carol with him.
“Oh, shit, that was good,” he said with a heavy sigh.
“Uhmmmmmmmm, was it ever!” she said, rubbing the thick cum into her body, making her
skin shine. Carol rolled over on her stomach, her tits resting on Peter’s arm. Her
fingers played with the hair on his chest.
“Oooh, my pussy’s sore,” she sighed. “A good sore, though.” She paused. “Peter? What
do you think about us? I mean, about the family?”
He shrugged. “I don’t really know yet, but it blows my mind that I’m fucking my own
mother.”
“You’re my adopted son,” she corrected.
“Same difference,” he said, smiling widely. “And she’s just about the best piece of ass
I’ve ever had, too.” A few hours ago, he remembered, he had said the same thing about his
aunt.
Playfully, Carol punched his arm. “You looked like you were going to say something,” she
said.
“Er, this family business? Eh, last night … aunt Mary … I mean, Mary … well, we
fucked! In the pool.”
“That bitch!”
The words were harsh, but Peter could hear the smile in her voice. “You don’t mind?” he
asked.
“Oh, I should have known. She had the hots for you the second you stepped out of the cab.”
She giggled. “Who was better? Me or her?”
“Hell, I’ll never tell. But I did think that was the wildest thing that ever happened,
until tonight and you.”
Peter hesitated. “Mom? … Carol! I’m worried about Dad. I know you guys have your own
thing going, but I just can’t see myself walking up to him and saying, ‘Hi Dad. Guess
what? I’ve just fucked your wife.’ I don’t think he’d accept his son’s cock in your pussy.”
Carol thought about her husband and all the changes they had gone through. Would this
really hurt him? Or would he accept it as a natural extension of their own secret life?
She thought of all the times Mike had filmed her with a hot, young cock in her cunt, in
her ass or mouth; his eyes glazed and his face flushed with built up lust and passion.
He couldn’t object to what had happened between her and his son, but she wondered. She
fingered Peter’s flaccid prick and it stirred. “Let me worry about your father,” she
said with forced conviction.
“Oh, Christ! I’m squishing like a wet dish rag. I didn’t think anyone had that much juice
in them. In that way you’re just like your father!”
Peter laughed, feeling a flush of pride and excitement in his loins and, surprisingly,
a glow of love that he hadn’t detected before.
“I have to take a shower,” Carol said.
“Com’on, I’ll wash your back.”
“Bullshit! That cock of yours is getting hard again. You’ll drown me. Stay here and rest,
and when I come out, I’ll tell you why I think you won’t have any trouble seducing Marsha.
It’s another secret.”
Peter reddened, a bit embarrassed. In the heat of their passion he had almost forgotten
about his lovely sister, his fantasy, and here was her mother reminding him, telling him
to go out there and fuck her. It was an unbelievable world!
Carol smiled at him and walked to the bathroom, her smooth, rounded ass swaying. He
stretched and yawned and his sore body protested. He ached in a hundred different places.
His back had been raked by her nails and angry welts stood out on his shoulders, vivid
reminders of her sharp teeth.
He couldn’t remember when he felt better.
“Well! Look what we have here.”
Peter gaped. Marsha stood in the doorway, her arm resting on the jam. She was naked!
*********************
Marsha smiled as her brother hastily threw a sheet over his nakedness. “It’s a little
late for that, Peter. I peeked. Where’s Mom?”
He stiffened. She knows, he thought. Sheepishly, he nodded towards the bathroom. His
tangled mind tried to find words to explain, but all he could do was gesture helplessly
with his hands.
She smiled at his discomfort. “Poor baby! Don’t worry. I think it’s the greatest thing
in the world, you and Mom. I hope it’s that way for us.”
Incredulous, he stared at his lovely sister. Was she really standing in the doorway,
naked? Was she really saying the things he thought she was? That she knew about him and
her mother; that it was okay, and that she wanted to fuck him?
“Marsha,” he said, finally, “What the fuck is going on here?
Slowly, she walked to the bed, watching his eyes trail over her body, appraising it,
comparing it to her mother’s. The comparison would be favorable. She knew because her
father had told her so. Her slender frame and large tits gave her a more sensuous
appearance. A ‘sex machine’ her father had called her. She liked that description.
Peter eyed her up-right, large cherry-tipped tits. Her tiny waist flared into a perfect
hipline and tapered to long, strong, shapely legs. A flat stomach ended at a surprisingly
thick blonde mound. He noted the sway of her hips and the puffy lips of her cunt slit
peeking through the tangled muff. She was even more beautiful than in his fantasies, and
her long, blonde hair, in wild disarray, gave her a wanton look.
A real sex machine!
Despite his long night of passion, Peter felt his chest tighten and a warm heat flow to
his loins. His prick stiffened and stood erect, the sheet tenting out above his body,
like a miniature pyramid. Fluidly, she sat on the bed; her skin aglow and her eyes bright
with excitement. The tips of her fingers grazed the top of his cock and it twitched
violently.
“Oooooh, I didn’t think it would come up so fast,” she said seductively. “I’d have
thought Mom would have fucked you out.”
Peter gulped. He looked hastily at the bathroom door. He could hear the shower running.
His hands ached to caress the big, beautiful tits and suck her hard nipples. Instead, he
dug his hands into the bedsheet and bunched it, tightly, in his balled fists.
“Marsha,” he repeated, “What the fuck’s going on her?”
She ran her nails down his naked thigh and a shiver ran up his body. “Just the most
natural thing in the world, Peter. I’ve come here to fuck you!” she said in a calm,
sweet voice. “I’ve just finished fucking Daddy!” she giggled. “I think I fucked him out,
too. And now, I’m going to fuck you. Just the way you fucked Mom.”
“You what? he asked, when the words finally penetrated. “You fucked Dad? Really fucked
him?” Peter gestured with his hands and Marsha smiled.
“Yup! I really fucked him! And he fucked me back. he even stuck his prick up my ass;
told me I was just like Mom. Wasn’t that sweet?” She ran her fingers up and down his
thigh again and his cock stiffened to steel-like hardness.
Peter stared wide-eyed, unblinking, awed at the surprising change of events. He had
screwed her mother! Marsha had screwed his father! And now she wanted to fuck him. His
fantasy come true! His blood stirred and a strange excitement flowed through his body.
His cock threatened to burst, but the latent voyeur held his mind captive.
“Then it’s true! The family secret! I don’t think I really believed it until just this
minute. What happened? How did you do it?”
“Easy,” she grinned excitedly, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock beneath the
sheet. Her eyes glowed. Sharing this with Peter was more erotic than she could believe.
She didn’t think it was possible to become more aroused than she was, but her cunt was
twitching maddeningly, gushing hot cream, and she knew that she was.
“I just walked in and started to suck his cock. After that, everything just naturally
happened. Actually,” she said, “I really came up here to fuck you, but you were already
hard at work with Mom.”
“That was an accident. I thought it was you and she thought she was dreaming.” He
shrugged. “By the time we realized what was going on it didn’t seem to matter who we
were.”
Eyes flashing, Marsha smiled. “Daddy was very good. How about Mom?” she asked, nodding
towards the bathroom.
“Wild!” he said with a wide grin. “Absolutely wild!”
Slowly, she pulled the sheet off, exposing her brother’s thick hard-on.
“I want you, Peter! I’ve wanted you for so very long,” she said, her voice choking with
passion. Her hand moved softly over his erection, like a caress, teasing him unbearably.
“Ooh, you do have a big, beautiful cock. I’ll bet Mom really enjoyed this lovely monster.”
His skin tingled as her hot hand enfolded his shaft.
“Marsha! I want you too. I’ve been dreaming about you for years, but Mom will be out
in a second.”
She giggled, sounding much like her mother. “Oh, Peter, I’ve waited so long to hear you
say that, and don’t you worry, my darling, Mom isn’t going to be embarrassed by us
fucking. Didn’t she tell you about what we did last night? … Oooooh, it’s so big and
hard! I love him!”
Marsha’s fingers were kneading his cockflesh, sending red hot shivers pulsing to his
feverish brain. He had trouble grasping her words.
“Wha … what did … do?” he mumbled.
Very slowly, Marsha began to stroke him up and down.
“Later,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, later. Now,
I just want to play with your cock, Peter. It’s even bigger now than I thought it would
be. I’m so glad of that.”
His mind was fuzzy. What had she and Carol done? She wasn’t making sense to him. Suddenly,
without warning, she sucked his cock deep into the warm, moist cavern of her oval mouth.
He cried out loudly. Her tongue worked furiously, twisting and twirling around his hot
shaft, her sharp teeth raking the tender underside. He gasped and grabbed fistfuls of
her wild hair, forcing her head downward into his humping crotch.
“Oh, baby! Ahhhh! … so fucking good! Your mouth’s like a furnace!”
Marsha twisted her head from side to side and made little sucking sounds as she worked
his thrusting prick in and out of her saliva-filled mouth. The musky, man-smell of his
cock was sharp and tangy in her nostrils and she could feel the huge knob pulsate as
Peter’s thrusting hips made it hit the opening of her throat. Her tongue washed the
heavy crown and was rewarded with a drop of salty pre-cum for her effort.
Peter tugged at her shoulders, pulling her slightly forward so he could reach her
beautiful, heaving tits. The flesh felt hot and tingling against the palms of his hands.
He squeezed them and rolled her stiff nipples between his thumb and finger. Her eyes
slitted with passion. She opened her mouth to moan and a large droplet of saliva ran
down his prick into the dark tangle of his pubic hair.
Her mind raced with elation. At long last, she was sucking her brother’s cock! Feeling
it deep in the warm recesses of her throat. She was tasting the sharp, salty flavor of
his pleasure-giving tool. The tender skin of her face was being scoured by the abrasive
tangle of thick hair at the base of his rampant cock. And she adored the feeling.
Marsha worked her hands feverishly over his strong body; her aroused sense of touch
sending little electric jolts to her body as she cupped his heavy balls and kneaded the
soft inner flesh of his hairy thighs. Gasping for breath, she rubbed his cock along the
sides of her cheeks, leaving streaks of saliva in its wake.
A heavy tremor shook her body when Peter squeezed her hot, sensitive tits. They had
become her trigger, and her sopping cunt oozed a hot stream of pussycream that leaked
through the blonde jungle and down her trembling thigh.
“Oh, yesssss, Peter, yesssss! Play with my tits! Suck my nipples! Oh, I love it so
much when you do that. Ugh!” she cried. “Ooooooh, fuck me, Peter, my love, my brother!
Please fuck me!”
*********************
Carol wrapped a towel around her damp hair. She felt refreshed and invigorated; a new
and complete woman. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. I am a new woman, she
thought; marvellously contented and sublimely happy. I have my family and my world is
complete. She rubbed her hands over her face. There were no telltale signs that she had
committed sins not mentioned in polite company: incest and adultery. Of course not, she
mused, why should there be? Convention calls them sins, not those who are fulfilled by
them. No one can tell, but if they could see behind her smile, they would see that she
enjoyed herself beyond her wildest dreams and fantasies. Peter was a marvelous lover,
with enormous staying power, and a beautiful, thick and agile cock. She had been
thoroughly fucked and the darkside of her hidden passions completely satisfied.
What would the world think about her, she wondered? Envy? Condemnation? It didn’t matter.
This was her life and she had made her choice. For her, it was the right choice. She
wondered how her husband and brother would react. Would they be jealous? Annoyed? After
all, it had been just the four of them, at first. The decision to open up their
relationship to others – to “swing” – had taken much discussion, even though they were
all secretly aroused by the idea. Would the introduction of Peter and Marsha to their
circle create a problem? Not for Mary, of course, she thought smiling at the image of
her voluptuous sister-in-law perched on Peter’s active prong. Mike and John? Well, she
thought wickedly, there was one way to insure their acceptance. Marsha!
Wrapping a large bathtowel around her body, she giggled and opened the bathroom door.
The muted voices came to her immediately and she froze in place.
“Ohhhhhh, Peter! Peter, my darling! … Yesssss! Fuck me hard! Harder, Pete! … Oh,
God, I’ve waited so long! … Feels so wonderful, so good … I’m in heaven!”
“Baby! Baby! I love you so much! … Wanted you all the time! … Aggggh! Yeah! …
Cunt’s so hot … Oh, squeeze my prick! Yeahhhhh! … like that!”
Carol licked her suddenly dry lips and shivered deliciously as she listened to her
children, her lovers, Peter and Marsha, confess their desire and passion for each other.
Her entire body flushed and a rosy glow, a loving warmth, flowed to her loins. With
trembling hands, she slowly opened the door. They were facing away from her, asses
moving in rhythm; Peter’s thick shaft, slimy with fuckjuice, surrounded my Marsha’s l
ustrous cunt-hair. She could see speckles of dewy pussycream glistening in the lovely
blonde thatch.
Marsha’s wanton hips drove upward, slamming against Peter’s crotch as he drove his huge
fuck-meat down into the boiling depths of her heated body.
Wide-eyed with love and wonder, she watched her son’s powerful prick plunge in and out
of her daughter’s squishy cunt. Marsha’s legs were wrapped tight around his muscular
back, and her hand dug deeply into his asscheeks. Their shining bodies gleamed from
passion and perspiration. The sight and sounds of their passion sent a wave of parental
love through her, followed, almost immediately, by a feeling of erotic arousal, so
strong that her legs began to tremble. Watching her lovely, blonde daughter’s body
writhe and shake was like viewing a film of herself; a younger version of her own secret
passions, only this was real. She could put out her hand and touch them. She could smell
the sex; the sheer animal vitality of their lust. Her breathing was ragged and warm
moisture ran down her inner thigh – hot cunt-juice! Voyeuristic pleasure was making
her cunt leak like an old roof.
Steadying herself against the door, she gaped as Peter drew his cock out of Marsha’s
grasping cunt, almost to the very tip, then, with a deep groan, plunged it back in,
mercilessly. Her pussy contracted and her stomach tighten as her mind felt the fat shaft
rasp along the tender walls of her own wet cunt.
Marsha screamed. “Aggggggggghhhhhhh! Cummin’ … cummin’ … oh, God, Peter … I’m
cummmmmin’ … fuck me! Harder! Yessssssss! … Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
Carol stiffened as she watched Marsha go out of control, her body erupting in a killer
orgasm, the culmination of years of fantasy and frustration. She shook and trembled,
wildly; churning and bucking, her cunt frantically trying to hold her brother’s exploding
cock captive and make the moment last forever.
Marsha’s violent contortions were too wild for Peter, and he was bucked off just as his
throbbing prick started to spray his pent-up love juices. Globs of thick, white cum
splattered all over her stomach and tits; splashing her face and hair. His pulsating cock
seem to shoot on forever and cum ran in rivulets down the crevasses of her body. Peter’s
body sagged, then collapsed beside his sister’s trembling and gasping form.
The towel dropped away as Carol ran to her daughter and gathered the still-shaking body
in her arms. Marsha was slick with Peter’s cum. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay! I’m here.
Easy, sweet-heart. Rest. I know what you’re going through. I’ve been there! Just rest.
Oh, baby, I’m so happy for you. So happy!”
Automatically, Marsha wrapped her arms around her mother. They were cheek to cheek,
breast to breast, mound to mound. Peter’s cum made their bodies slide against each other,
transmitting the heat of their flesh. Rubbing up against Marsha’s chest, Carol’s nipples
became hard and erect. The feel of flesh beneath her hands was wonderfully exotic. Hardly
aware of it, they began to rub against each other, lewdly. Their lips found each other
and tongues entwined. Loving hands caressed sensitive tit-flesh, and nimble fingers
rolled nipples around like marbles.
His body sore and legs rubbery, Peter pushed himself up and stared in disbelief, his
panting finally lessening. His cock, still half-hard, glistened with dripping cum and
pussy- juice. Marsha’s wild bouncing had pushed him to the other side of the bed, near
their heads. He watched their passionate embrace with wonder, then put his cock directly
above their faces – it just seemed the thing to do – and let a stray drop of cum-juice
fall on Marsha’s nose. It ran down to her lips, and he watched in amazement as their
twisting tongues fought to lick it.
“Suck my dick,” he said hoarsely, “both of you.”
Carol, galvanized by the taste of Peter’s heavy cum- cream, struck first, taking all of
his semi-soft prick in her mouth. She clamped her lips tightly around the deflating
cockshaft and began to suck greedily, her wild tongue swishing from side to side. Marsha,
watching her mother’s wet mouth slide up and down the veined shaft, reluctantly, contented
herself with licking her brother’s hairy balls, matting the thick hair against his skin
with her saliva. Neither, let go of the other’s warm tits; their hands roaming at will.

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“Oh, yes,” Susan said, squirming as Jimmy’s tongue drove her wild. “Please do it now.”
“Jimmy, you better get out of the way,” Ed said with a chuckle as he watched Jimmy voraciously sucking his sister’s pussy.
With a chagrinned look on his face, Jimmy got to his feet, his face smeared with Susan’s pussy juices. Then Ed stepped forward and began to gently rub his cock in between Susan’s pussy lips, rubbing her clit and getting the head of his cock nice and wet from her pussy juices. Then Ed let the head of his cock nestle at the entrance to Susan’s hole. Everyone was gathered as close as they could to watch Ed’s huge cock pressing against Susan’s pussy.
“All right,” Ed said as he rubbed the head of his cock against the entrance to Susan’s hole. “Are you ready?” he asked, sliding a finger up into her pussy.
“Yes,” Susan gasped, squirming against his finger in her pussy. “Do it now.”
“Here we go,” Ed said, replacing finger with his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
Everyone was leaning close as Ed began to press his cock against Susan’s pussy. Susan couldn’t believe how it felt as her pussy began to stretch as the head of Ed’s cock began to push into her. Then suddenly as everyone watched, the head of Ed’s cock and about two more inches suddenly slid into her pussy, causing her to cry out as it stretched her.
“Are you okay?” Ed asked, just standing there and feeling her pussy clench and unclench against his cock as it lay nestled inside of her pussy.
“It’s so big,” Susan gasped.
“I can’t wait to feel that inside of me,” Alice said, shaking her head.
“Well, here we go again,” Ed said, slowly sliding his hips back and forth and just sliding the head of his cock back and forth in the first couple of inches of her pussy, getting her accustomed to the feel of it.
Then Ed slowly began to push more and more of his cock into Susan’s pussy each time he rocked forward, slowly sliding inch after inch into her. Susan was gasping as she felt his cock filling her pussy. Then suddenly Ed pushed his cock into her, driving the last three inches into her pussy and tearing past her maidenhead.
Susan cried out when she felt his cock tear into her, then she felt his pubic hairs tickling her pussy and realized that his cock must be totally buried inside of her. She just knelt there feeling his cock throbbing inside of her, feeling totally stuffed. Then as everyone watched, Ed slowly began to slide his cock back out of Susan’s pussy, inch by inch, until just the head of it was still inside of her. Then he slowly pushed it back in, not stopping until it totally disappeared inside of her.
Susan groaned as she felt Ed’s cock moving back into her. Slowly, slowly Ed began to slide his cock in and out of her pussy, only increasing the tempo when he felt her pussy adjusting and beginning to get wet, lubricating the way. Soon Susan was moaning as her pussy got used to Ed’s cock. She began to press her ass back into him as he pumped his cock into her. She began gyrating her ass as Ed’s huge cock slid in and out of her pussy.
Everyone was watching with held breath, though every one of them were slowly masturbating as they watched. Ed’s cock seemed so huge compared to Susan as it continued to move in and out of her, now covered in a sheen of juices. Susan began to moan louder as she felt herself cum for the first time. Ed barely controlled himself when he felt her pussy spasm on his cock when her orgasm hit her. He just continued sliding his cock in and out of her pussy as she writhed on the end of it, impaled. Susan’s eyes began to glaze as she continued to cum, one endless, nonstop orgasm.
Slowly Ed began to realize that he was going to cum, whether he wanted to or not. Picking up the pace, he began really fucking her now, his cock pumping as fast as he could, in and out, in and out, Susan just moaning on her hands and knees. Then suddenly Ed pulled his cock from her pussy.
“Turn around,” he said, holding it in his hand. “Turn around,” he repeated, helping her in her dazed state to turn around.
When Susan had turned around, Ed held his cock in her face. Automatically Susan opened her mouth and let Ed slide his cock in. Her eyes opened wide when she first tasted herself on Ed’s cock and she moaned. Wrapping her lips around his cock, Susan slurped and sucked on him, swallowing as she sucked their juices off of his cock. She couldn’t believe how intoxicating it was as the taste of her pussy all over his cock filled her mouth.
Then Ed began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. Susan just relaxed her jaw and let him push cock right into her throat, almost choking her as he continued to fuck her face. Then Susan felt his cock beginning to swell as he prepared to cum. Wrapping both hands around the shaft of his cock, Susan began to suck on him, using her tongue all around the head of his cock. Then suddenly it erupted in her mouth, jets of cum shooting into her throat. Susan gulped and gulped as Ed filled her mouth with cum. She continued to go down on him, sliding her mouth down onto his cock and back, sucking him as he continued to shoot cum into her mouth.
Finally Ed’s balls stopped pumping and cum stopped shooting into Susan’s mouth. Slowly and languidly she licked and sucked Ed’s cock, making sure to get all of the cum off of it. Then she released him, letting him step back from her.
“Wow, you were great,” Alice said, moving forward and hugging her. “What a great fuck! His cock looked awesome in your pussy. I can’t wait. But how is your pussy? Let’s see if it’s all right,” Alice said, encouraging Susan to open her legs and put her feet up on the seat.
“Well, you’ve definitely been opened up,” Alice said. “You look yummy,” she said, leaning forward and gently licking Susan’s pussy. “This will feel nice,” she said, “for both of us.”
And with that Alice began to lick and suck Susan’s newly fucked pussy, drinking up her first fuck orgasm, tasting the excitement in her juices. Almost immediately Susan began to cum again, her whole body shaking as her pussy spasmed again. Alice just slurped at the juices that flowed from Susan’s newly deflowered pussy, drinking up the nectar which ran into her mouth.
“God, what an incredible tasting pussy,” Alice exclaimed as she lifted her face from Susan’s quivering snatch. “Would you like some more cock?” she asked her.
“What do you mean?” Susan asked, gasping.
“I see some pretty hard cocks just waiting for a place to go,” she replied. “This is your night. Would you like some more? I know John’s just dying to fuck you.”
“I’d like that,” Susan agreed, her pussy on fire.
“Well, get on your hands and knees and we’ll get these guys in line for you,” Alice said, one last time bending to stick her tongue up into Susan’s pussy.
“Come on, John,” Alice said. “I know you’re ready.”
“You bet I am,” John said, moving forward, his cock erect in front of him. “You ready, Susan?” he asked, rubbing his cock in her pussy.
“Yes,” Susan gasped as she felt his cock between her pussy lips. “Fuck me.”
So John steadily pressed his cock into her newly broken in pussy while everyone watched as inch after inch disappeared. Finally he was totally buried in Susan’s tight snatch, feeling her pussy clench and unclench his cock. Slowly he began to slide his cock in and out of her pussy, feeling the tightness as her pussy gripped him. Susan was gasping as she thrust back against him each time be buried himself in her. Finally John was thrusting in and out as fast as he could, really slamming himself into her as they fucked. When he groaned as he felt his balls contracting, Alice quickly dropped to her knees next to them and pulled his cock from Susan’s pussy, immediately sucking it into her mouth as he began to cum, filling her mouth. Susan just rested on her knees, her pussy gaping open now, her pussy lips swollen, gasping for breath.
“Come on, Billy, it’s your turn,” Alice said when she finished sucking all of the cum from John’s spurting cock.
Without hesitating Billy stepped forward and slid his cock directly into Susan’s pouting pussy, not stopping until he was completely buried inside of her. Susan groaned when she felt his cock filling her, her pussy still sore from the fucking Ed had given her. Then she felt herself begin to cum again as Billy began sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.
“God, I’ve wanted to fuck this pussy since I first saw you,” he grunted as he fucked her. “And it feels even better than I imagined.”
Susan just smiled to herself when he said this, thinking what she had been like just a few short days before. The idea of any kind of sex just hadn’t occurred to her in her life before this, and now here she was losing her virginity on the upper deck of a ship with a bunch of people who she didn’t even know a few days ago watching her pussy get stuffed with cock.
As Billy felt his cock about ready to explode, he reluctantly pulled it from Susan’s pussy where Alice immediately sucked it into her mouth as his balls blew, filling her mouth with yet another load of cum. Her cheeks billowed as she struggled to swallow Billy’s copious load as shot after shot of cum filled her mouth. Then when she had finished sucking all of the cum from his cock, she let him go, leaning forward and gluing her mouth to Susan’s pussy, her tongue shooting up into her hole.
Susan moaned as she felt Alice’s mouth on her pussy. She felt like she was on fire. The world was starting to spin when she felt yet another cock pushing into her pussy. Looking back over her shoulder she saw that it was Bob. Almost instantly she felt herself begin to cum again as Bob’s cock slammed in and out of her swollen pussy. She didn’t know where she was as her head spun from her orgasm.
Then she felt his cock pull out and not push back in. Through the haze of her vision Susan looked back over her shoulder and saw Alice sucking Bob’s cock as he came in her mouth, swallowing yet another load of cum. Then she sighed when she saw Alice turn to her and glue her mouth again to her pussy, sucking at the juices that were flowing from her hole. Susan couldn’t believe how she felt, one orgasm after another after another. One cock after another after another. She felt like she didn’t even know who she was, much less what was going on.
“God, what a feast,” Alice exclaimed as she lifted her face from Susan’s swollen pussy. “Who’s next?” she asked, looking around.
“Jimmy, it’s your turn now,” she said, licking her lips.
“Me?” Jimmy asked, looking at her in surprise.
“Sure, you,” Alice responded with a smile. “Don’t you want to fuck your sister?”
“Well, sure, I guess,” Jimmy said, unsure of himself.
“Oh, Jimmy, go ahead. It feels wonderful,” Susan heard herself saying. “I don’t mind.”
“Wow. Okay,” Jimmy said, standing forward. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” Susan laughed. “But I want you to cum in my mouth, okay?”
“Sure,” Jimmy said, rubbing the head of his cock in Susan’s juicy pussy. “Here goes,” he said, pushing his cock into his sister’s pussy.
Everyone watched as Jimmy’s cock disappeared into his sister’s pussy. Jimmy couldn’t believe how it felt as Susan’s pussy gripped his cock and squeezed, milking him.
“Oh, Jimmy, that feels good,” Susan said, pressing back against him. “Fuck me, Jimmy. Go ahead and fuck me,” Susan said, completely turned on by the fact that it was her brother’s cock inside of her. The fact that everyone was watching made it even better and more exciting.
Everyone had smiles on their faces as Jimmy began to fuck his sister, his cock pistoning in and out of her shaved pussy, her pussy lips swollen and clinging to his cock each time he drew back. Her clit was swollen and sticking out underneath Jimmy’s cock. They were all mesmerized as they watched and didn’t hear when Don and Jane walked up.
“What’s going on here?” Jane asked curiously as they approached the group of people standing around the chaise lounge where Susan was kneeling with Jimmy’s cock in her pussy.
“Oh, my god,” Jane gasped when she stepped into the circle between Ed and Alice. “What are you doing?” she shouted as she saw Jimmy’s cock gliding in and out of Susan’s pussy. Right there in front of everyone like some show.
Don just stood there with his mouth hanging open. He just couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jimmy was so shocked by the sudden appearance of his parents that he just kept on fucking Susan on autopilot.
“Now, Jane,” Alice said, putting an arm around her shoulders both to restrain her and to reassure her. “This is of Susan’s choosing,” she explained. “She wanted to lose her virginity and she asked us as a group if we would help her.”
“You — you mean Jimmy. . .” she began.
“Oh, no, he didn’t win,” Alice said with a laugh. “Ed did.”
“Ed!” Jane exclaimed, whirling to stare at him. “You took my daughter’s virginity?”
“Well, I’d say she gave it to me,” Ed said. “I sure didn’t ask her.”
“Jimmy’s just the last one,” Alice explained. “She wanted everyone but someone had to go first. Ed picked the proverbial short straw.”
“You mean they all –” Jane began, looking at John and Billy and Bob.
“And she hasn’t stop cumming yet,” Alice said. “As soon as she feels a cock in her pussy she begins to cum and doesn’t stop. She’s really something.”
“But she’s my daughter,” Jane said, almost crying.
“And she’s growing up and making choices,” Alice told her. “You’re lucky to be here. And you’re lucky that it’s a nice group of people she’s decided to open up with. You could have done a lot worse.”
“A lot worse!” Jane exclaimed, turning to look at Alice.
“Look, Jimmy’s going to cum,” Alice said excitedly.
Suddenly Susan pulled away from Jimmy’s plunging cock, dislodging him. Turning around on the chaise lounge she quickly opened her mouth and sucked Jimmy’s gooey cock into her mouth, slurping at the white froth that coated it. She closed her lips around the shaft of his cock and sucked on him, bobbing her head back and forth. Then Jimmy groaned and threw his head back as he came in his sister’s mouth. Everyone could see Susan’s cheeks billow as she tried to hold all of his cum. Then they could see her adam’s apple bob as she swallowed.
Jane and Don watched in disbelief as Susan continued to suck Jimmy off, not stopping until she had gotten all of the cum off of him. Then she released his cock and collapsed back on the chaise lounge, a foot on either side of the chair on the deck.
“Marvelous,” Alice said, kneeling down to hug her. “You were just marvelous.”
“Susan, how could you?” Jane asked.
“Oh, mom, it was wonderful,” Susan said, her face brightening. “I feel so good. And I wanted to so bad.”
“But your brother,” Jane said.
“So what?” Susan replied, her face showing her disgust.
“You’re not supposed to do these things with your family,” Jane said lamely.
“Well, that didn’t stop you from fucking Ed, did it? And that didn’t stop you from fucking dad in front of me, did it? And that didn’t stop me from sucking your pussy after dad filled it with cum, did it? And that didn’t stop me from sucking dad’s cock after he came in your pussy, did it? So why are you saying no to Jimmy? You’re such a hypocrite,” Susan said.
“She makes a good argument,” Alice said with a laugh. “Besides, you can’t cry over spilt milk, it’s still spilt. And speaking of which, I’d like to have Ed’s cock inside of me right now. Where is he?”
“He’s busy,” Bunny said.
Turning around, everyone laughed when they saw Bunny bent over, her hands on the deck, her ass up in the air with Ed’s cock sticking out of her pussy from behind.
“I had to. It’s so big,” she said as Ed slowly slid his cock back into her pussy. “This feels great. No wonder you fucked him, Jane.”
Everyone watched while Ed fucked Bunny. His cock looked so huge slamming in and out of Bunny’s pussy. After several minutes Ed warned that he was going to cum. Spinning around and taking his cock in her mouth, Bunny hungrily sucked his huge gooey cock right into her throat, massaging his balls with her hand at the same time. Ed groaned as he began to cum, filling Bunny’s mouth as she struggled unsuccessfully to swallow all of his cum. She choked and gulped as fast as she could, but still cum ran out the corners of her mouth to drip down onto her tits. When finally Ed stopped cumming and Bunny finished sucking the last of the cum from his cock, she let him go, rising to her feet.
“What a cock,” she exclaimed as she licked her lips.
“I can’t wait for my turn,” Alice said, licking the cum from Bunny’s tits.
“What kind of ship is this?” Jane asked, feeling her world spin out of control.
“We try to accommodate out passengers in whatever way they like, as long as it doesn’t offend anyone else or cause problems,” Ed said. “Does all of this offend you? If it does, I’ll issue an order forbidding this kind of activity anywhere but in your cabins.”
“Talk to her, Don,” Alice said, moving over to stand next to him. “Don’t let her ruin a good time for everyone else,” she said, letting her hand drop to hold his cock.
“This is all so stupid,” Susan said, getting to her feet. “Everyone’s having a good time. Why should you complain? I watched you get your pussy sucked then fucked by Ed and you didn’t complain then. In fact you really liked it. Why don’t you just relax and enjoy yourself. In fact, why don’t you just get some right here and now, that way you’ll feel more a part of things.”
“What do you mean?” Jane asked, blushing.
“Well, it looks like Alice is going to have dad again, so why don’t you let John or Billy or Bob or all of them have you. You know you’d like it, you’re just afraid to admit it because you think you’ll sound like a hypocrite. I’ll bet dad won’t even mind, will you, dad?” Susan asked her father.
As she turned to look at him she smiled, because Alice was on her knees sucking on his cock, his hand resting lightly on the top of her head.
“See,” Susan said, “even dad’s getting with the program.”
“How about it, Jane,” John said as he came up behind her, lightly letting an arm encircle her waist. “You sure turn me on,” he said. “Wouldn’t you like it if I sucked your pussy for you?” he asked, his hand dropping to hold her pussy. “I can feel how hot and ready you are,” he said, bringing his gooey finger up to trace circles around her hardening nipples.
“Relax, mom,” Susan implored. “Nobody minds. You’re not going to disappoint anyone but yourself.”
Jane just stood there, frozen with indecision. Everything she had ever learned about right and wrong in her life was thrown up in turmoil. She loved the feel of John’s hands on her body as she watched Alice sucking Don’s cock not ten feet away. Suddenly her resolve melted and she reached behind herself to grasp John’s hard cock which was pressing between the cheeks of her ass.
John turned her around then and kissed her, long and hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth, his hard cock sticking up in the air and pressed between their bodies. Susan watched in delight as John’s hands wandered all over her mother’s body. When he grabbed both her ass cheeks in his hands and pulled on them, separating them, Susan could see her mother’s asshole and pussy exposed. Unable to resist, she reached forward and dragged a finger through her mother’s pussy, stopping when her finger rested on her mother’s asshole.
Jane groaned when she felt Susan’s finger, not even realizing whose finger it was, and let her whole body collapse against John as he kissed her. Susan could feel her mother pushing back against her finger as it rested against her asshole and was surprised when the tip of her finger suddenly slid in. She heard her mother groan as she continued to press against her finger, more of it sliding into her ass.
Then John broke their kiss, leading Jane over to a lounge chair where he positioned her on her hands and knees. Everyone had drifted over to watch as John got down on his knees and spread Jane’s ass cheeks apart, opening them to expose her asshole and pussy. Then leaning forward, he stuck his face into her pussy, jamming his tongue up into her hole as he sucked on her.

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Sarah’s secret is exposed

James and Megan’s life continues.

Chapter 1: Waking from Reality
George lazily opened his eyes to the sight of the ceiling fan in his room spinning slowly overhead. Its hypnotic circles threatened to put him to sleep again. He turned to the alarm clock next to the bed, it read just past 1:00 am. He turned back to the ceiling fan and let out another deep breath as he rubbed his face, immediately grimacing in pain as he remembered his black eye.
He laid there a moment trying to get his bearings. The last thing he remembered was playing on his computer. He looked to his desk and noticed the game was still paused, waiting for him to rejoin. looking down at himself, he noticed he was still in his clothes. He sat up, again rubbing his eyes, and swung his legs to the side of the bed to stand up.
He rose, and was about to head to the bathroom when a quiet voice came from the corner of the room.
“Hello, Master,” said the voice.
Startled, George spun around in the direction of the voice. But he slipped on a sheet and tumbled to the ground before he could get a good look. He landed on the floor next to his bed just in front of the small wooden instrument. From the corner of the room came a cute sounding giggle. He felt fully awake now, but still disoriented from his fall. He picked himself up until his head was just above the edge of the bed. Finally, he got a good look at the intruder.
There in the corner stood a vision so breathtaking that George was frozen in place. It was a woman, more beautiful than any woman he could have ever imagined. She was either eighteen or nineteen, no older than George. Her golden brown, honey colored hair hung down to the middle of her back. It was straight for the most part, but seemed to feather out in a few spots. Even in the manufactured light of his room, her hair caught it and shined like a nimbus around her.
A few strands rebelled and hung across her face, which was home to the most enchanting pair of eyes. They were both sweet and exotic, sky blue and soul-stealing. Her full lips formed an amused and happy smile. Everything from her eyebrows, to her ears, down to her chin spoke of innocence and contentment, but also of sensuality and mischief. He gazed at her in bewilderment for a few moments, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. She stood in the corner patiently, letting him come to grips with every aspect of her beauty.
George’s eyes lowered to her shoulders and arms, followed by her chest and tummy. She was both lithe and curvaceous, impossibly proportioned. Her breasts were large, but her waist was slim, accentuating the flare of her hips. Her skin was only slightly tan and flawless in every way. However, he could see very little of what he wanted to see through the silky, diaphanous dress she wore.
He suddenly realized that he had stared far longer than was appropriate, but she didn’t make any protests. She blushed a little, but she seemed to be enjoying his attention. She was like something out of his dreams. He realized that must be what she was, just a dream.
His wits returned to him and his brain became flooded with questions. Who was she? What was she doing here? How had she gotten in? He meant to verbalize one question but couldn’t decide which and so verbalized them all.
“Whahuhwhat?” he said. He realized quickly that he hadn’t said anything coherent and started over. She brought her hand to her mouth and giggled another cute giggle.
“Who are you?” he finally asked.
“I am whoever you wish me to be, Master. I am your personal genie servant, your able and willing companion. I am, from this moment on, yours, to do with as you please,” she said, like that was something people said to each other every day.
George was getting concerned that someone was trying to play a prank on him. Or worse, a crazy woman had found her way to his room. “Umm, are you sure?”
She tilted her head a bit and gave him a puzzled look, “Yes of course, Master. You know the song, yes?”
The song. His song. Everything was starting to come back to him. He had played his song on the funny looking guitar before he passed out. “Yeah, I remember that much.”
She smiled. Her smile made him want to drop to his knees and worship her. “Then my destiny is set, I am yours.” She bowed elegantly, “What do you wish of me, Master?”
For George, the illusion and fantasy were gone. It was clear to George that this woman was pulling his leg. “Okay, who put you up to this?” he said as he looked around for something that looked like a hidden camera. “Was it Rocko? If it was Rocko you can tell him he made his point,” he said with no attempt at hiding his agitation. After the day he just had he couldn’t believe that someone would go to all that trouble just to make him feel worse.
She got a worried look on her face and said, “I am sorry, Master, but I do not know who this Rocko person is. I assure you this is no trick. It is forbidden for a genie servant to lie to her master, even if the master wished it.”
George didn’t believe her. No woman would ever just submit to him unless they were being paid, or they were doing someone a favor. He continued to search his room for some kind of hidden camera, but his search came up empty. He looked out his window expecting to find a strange vehicle parked out front, but saw only his car. He left his room and searched the house for someone who would be waiting to catch him in the act of doing something, but the house was just as empty as he had left it.
With his searching in vein, he went back upstairs to his room. The young woman was still there in the corner. She looked nervous and apprehensive, like she had done something wrong. He approached cautiously, stopping a few feet away from her. George noticed that she was as tall as his chin. She looked up at him for a split second, but then lowered her eyes in submission.
“Okay, fine, if you really are my genie, do you grant me wishes or something?”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“So like, if I wish for a million dollars, a big pile of money will appear, just like that?” he asked incredulously.
“No, Master. Forgive me for not explaining. My powers are vast, yes, but are tied specifically to the realm of physical pleasure, sexual desire, and all things to do with love. Any wish you make of this nature I can grant you.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
She looked up into his eyes, and said with more sincerity than he had ever seen, “Yes, Master. For you, I would do anything that would please you. It is my purpose, and I will do it gladly.”
Intrigued and aroused, George thought that if this was some sort of dream, he had really outdone himself this time. “Okay, Genie, prove it,” he said simply.
“Master?” she tilted her head in slight confusion.
“You heard me, if you are a genie or whatever, prove it. Show me some genie power.” His hands made gestures like he was casting a spell.
Without saying a word, she brought a delicate hand up to his black eye. She covered it for a moment and pulled away.
The pain he had felt up until then was suddenly gone, and blinking became effortless again. He slapped his own hand on his eye in astonishment and turned to the mirror over his dresser. His eye looked completely normal like nothing had ever happened.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. He turned back to her, “How did you do that?”
She giggled again, “I used some of my ‘genie power’, Master.” She repeated his hand gestures from before. “That was not a sexual wish, but keeping you healthy is within the scope of my powers.”
He was stunned. She couldn’t really be a genie, they only existed in mythology. But she had healed him, as easily as she was wiping away an eyelash. There was no mistaking what she had done. As much as he wanted to disbelieve, he couldn’t ignore the evidence. But then he remembered, this could still be a dream. He did have an over active imagination. He figured he must have fallen asleep at his desk while fighting genies in his game. But he decided to see where this new dream was going. He thought that It couldn’t be any worse than reality.
“Okay, well played genie. So what do we do now?”
She took a step forward and looked up at him with a playful smile. “Anything, Master,” she began counting on her fingers, “we can talk, or make love. I could give you massage, or perhaps I could bring you to orgasm with my mouth. You need only wish it, and It will be done.”
Feeling uncomfortable and nervous at her proximity and her speech, he could only gulp. “I, uh, I’ve never … ya know, done … that,” he stammered.
She brought her graceful hands up to his thick arms. “I know Master. It is the same with me. I did not exist until you opened my vessel.” She took hold of his hands and pulled them around her trim waist, then moved her hands to his shoulders. “But, there is nothing in this world that I would rather do. Fulfilling your every wish is my most heartfelt desire.”
She looked deep into his eyes again. Up close, he noticed that hers were not just blue. They had specs of red and gold mixed in, giving them the look of a sunrise, and they glistened with raw emotion.
George’s defenses crumbled, he didn’t care if she was a prank or a dream. He just wanted her to keep talking, and keep looking at him. She pushed him gently towards the bed until he was forced to sit down, her eyes never left his. “All you have to do, Master, is wish it, and it will be so.”
George was suddenly at a loss for what to say, this woman was offering herself to him in whatever manner he wanted, but like a child in a toy store, he couldn’t decide what he wanted more. He eventually decided he wanted to go slow, if this was a dream, he didn’t want it to end abruptly like all the others. He wanted her for as long as possible. “I wish … to touch you. I want to touch every inch of you.”
He felt a strange but pleasant tingling in his mind and she tilted her head slightly, letting her hair cascade down her shoulder. Her eyes bore into him. “It is my wish also, Master,” she said lovingly.
Again, she took George’s hands in her own. Her touch was so gentle and light, it was almost like she wasn’t touching him at all. But George was much too weak to stop her, even if he wanted to. She guided his hands slowly from her waist, upwards along her sides, then up over the swell of her breasts to her collarbone. She then slipped his fingers under a piece of silky fabric and as she continued to guide him, a strip of cloth followed until it was free and floated softly to the floor.
She gave him a small nod and turned around. She lowered herself to his lap and leaned forward to let her hair fall away from her back. George placed his hands on her shoulders tentatively and began to caress and disrobe her. Strip after strip of the silky fabric floated away as more of her supple skin was revealed. He relished every moment, savoring the experience as if he was unwrapping a gift from a long lost friend, like it was the last gift he would ever receive. It dawned on him that he wouldn’t need many more gifts after this.
As the strips from the back of her dress were mostly gone, she leaned back against him to let him work on the front. Her hair fell back over his shoulder. As it did, George leaned in and smelled her. Her scent was sweet, like iced tea on a hot summer day. He drank it in. The feeling of her hair draped over him was so intimate, that he would have been content just to hug. But she kept guiding his hands where they needed to go.
The cloth covering her breasts was last to go. As it left her, she brought his hands over them, letting him touch her to his heart’s content. He massaged her breasts lightly at first but increased in intensity as his lust overpowered his fear. She moaned loudly as he grazed her nipples. He realized she was quivering slightly as well. Her breathing became heavy. Her chest heaved in his warm hands. A trickle of perspiration wound its way down through her cleavage.
She began to grind against him, working his cock with her firm behind. He could feel a dampness from between her legs begin to soak through his shorts. Leaving one hand to her breasts, he dropped his other hand down underneath the lower portions of her dress. His fingers reached the small patch of pubic hair and she began to breathe even more heavily, letting out little moans in the process.
He dipped lower, and his fingertips reached the upper folds of her pussy. She called out to him, “Oh, Master, please touch me.” He found her clit and brushed it lightly. She let out small moans of pleasure in a steady progression of intensity. She was getting even more wet as she ground into him hard. He rubbed her clit delicately at first, but it became clear from her constant moaning that she needed more.
She turned to him and again looked to his eyes. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before, Master?” she said out of breath.
“Only in my dreams,” he said. It was the truth, he had dreamed about an encounter like it before, but it had always ended before anything interesting happened.
“Mmm,” she purred, “I think my Master has a pretty vivid imagination.” She stood up for a moment and repositioned herself so that she was straddling his lap with her knees on the bed. Their eyes locked again. “I am glad,” she said, “I hope to make all your dreams come true, Master.” She smiled a wicked smile, “But first, Master, I must finish granting you your wish. I believe you have touched less then half of my inches.”
He couldn’t hold back his nervous laughter. He brought his hands to her waist again and found that he really enjoyed that area of her body. His hands were large enough to reach a good ways around her. It made him feel powerful and manly to grasp her tight. But he did not linger there for long. He brought his shaking hands down to her still fully clothed hips and began to slowly pull away the remaining strips of fabric.
She rested her hands on his shoulders pushing her large orbs together, giving him an amazing view. They stuck out proudly without a hint of sag and were capped with two delicious looking nipples. A strip of the silky fabric came free and George had a great idea. Instead of letting it fall like the others, he slid it up her front and dragged it along her breast, grazing her nipples. He did the same to her other breast and her eyes fluttered.
George couldn’t resist any longer and leaned forward to take one into his mouth. She cooed softly as he licked and slurped at her breast. George forgot about disrobing her. Instead, he moved his hands to her back to draw her in more tightly. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed his face even further into her cleavage. “Oh Master,” she breathed as she bit her lip.
He couldn’t believe how sensitive she was. Everything he did seemed to make her shiver and moan. He had no experience or lessons in lovemaking. He operated purely on instinct with her sweet voice guiding his tongue. He began to lose himself to lust as he went back to the last of her clothing. His head still clasped to her bosom, he pulled the rest of the silky strands away roughly, letting them joined the rest of her dress on the bedroom floor.
She was moaning loudly, almost screaming, as he licked and sucked and fondled her. “Oh, Master I, how are you doing tha … mmph,” her voice was cut off by one of George’s fingers. He had reached up to touch her face, but her lips wrapped around him almost immediately. She sucked on it greedily. He imagined it was his cock, which made his real cock twitch. She must have felt it, because she disengaged from his finger and looked at him wide-eyed. “Master, are you hiding something from me?” she asked playfully.
He couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re my genie, can’t you tell?”
“No Master. I was made to respect my master’s privacy. I only know what I need to know as it pertains to your wishes.” She looked down to the outline of his throbbing cock and then looked back up at him suddenly with a twinkle in her eye, “But I know how I can find out.” She reached down and began to rub his erection with her skilled hands. She traced his length and gasped, “Master! You are so big!”
George suddenly felt very self-conscious. Was she really touching him? He silently prayed that this wasn’t a dream. He also prayed that he wouldn’t cum too soon. He was starting to panic a little.
But the young genie must have noticed. She stopped rubbing him and stood up, giving him an unobstructed view of her flawless form. Aside from a flush in her cheeks she appeared to be quite comfortable. George, on the other hand, was sweating and slightly out of breath.
She ran her fingertips all over the curves of her body. It was as if she were exploring herself for the first time. George followed them with is eyes, marveling at her perfection. Her hands dropped down past her stomach, and George got his first glimpse of her pussy. Though he had seen a few on the Internet, he was a bit intimidated to see one so close.
He hadn’t been saving himself for any particular reason, other than the fact that no woman had wanted to get this close to him. He desperately wanted his first time to be with this beautiful creature. “Lay down on the bed,” he said softly.
She complied immediately. She crawled onto the bed next to him, bending slowly and seductively as she did so. Every move she made seemed intended to turn him on, and she was succeeding brilliantly. She turned over so that she was face up on the bed, and rested her head on his pillow.
George was in awe of her every move, but noticed that she seemed out of place in his messy room. He suddenly felt even more embarrassed. But then he had an idea that could further prove her powers as a genie. “Genie, can you make this place fit the mood a bit better.”
“Certainly Master, that fits inside the realm of my abilities. How would you like it to look?”
He thought for a second, but being a guy, he had never really given much thought to interior decoration. He decided that if anyone knew what would fit the mood best, she would. “I’m not really sure. Um … why don’t you make it as romantic for us as possible.”
She looked at him lovingly, “Thank you Master. I hope you like it.”
He felt a pleasant tingling in his mind again, and the room was transformed in a blink of an eye. It looked much like his old room, but everything was tweaked to look warm and inviting. All of his old furniture was replaced with exquisite pieces one might find in a museum, or a castle. Instead of a floor lamp, the room was lit with candles strategically placed to bathe everything in a pleasant glow. The glow mixed with the moonlight pouring in from the now massive window, giving everything a blue/orange sheen. All the clothes and baubles that had previously covered the floor were clean and in their proper places. His bed now dominated the room. It was huge and covered in the finest satin sheets along with the soft white fur of an animal that George could not place. But by far its best feature was the naked beauty, waiting for him to join her.
George was dumbstruck by the magnitude of the transformation. He had so many questions about her and her abilities. But he was still positively certain that he was dreaming. He didn’t want to do anything that might dispel the illusion.
“What do you think, Master?” she asked sweetly.
“That’s incredible,” he said as he glanced around the room. When his eye’s caught her body, he couldn’t help himself, “You’re incredible.”
She blushed. Her whole body seemed to glow in the candlelight. “Thank you very much, Master.” George could see a great deal of emotion welled up in her beautiful face. “Master, won’t you come lay with me?”
He climbed onto the bed until he was right over top of her, being careful to keep his weight off her. He looked into her eyes again and realized that as beautiful as her body was, it was nothing compared to way she looked at him. She was so happy, so complete. It was as if she had been created just for him. He loved the feeling so much that he lingered there for a few long moments.
Eventually, they both realized they had stared far longer than originally intended and they both let out nervous laughs. He felt better knowing that she was just as anxious as he was.
“I’ll be right back,” he said playfully. He quickly dived down to her lower body and continued to fulfill his first wish. She giggled as he left.
He started with her navel and kissed softly all the way to her pelvis. She covered her mouth as she laughed. Apparently, she was very ticklish there. He filed that tidbit away for future reference. He continued down her legs, paying special attention to her inner thighs. Her skin was delightful to George, so supple and smooth. He let his lips lightly graze every inch of her thighs, then lower to her calves and feet. Her ankles, like her wrists, were tiny and delicate. His own hands seemed grossly over-sized compared to her, but it wouldn’t have mattered if he was triple her size. His strength had melted away, and all he could do was caress her lightly. He decided to just do what came naturally.
What came naturally to him then was that he had to taste her. He didn’t know why. It was as if years of repressed desires were coming out all at once. He wanted to make her feel good. He needed it.
Whatever the reason, he found himself face to face with her pussy. Without further hesitation, he dived in tongue first. He started from the bottom of her labia and worked the folds with his tongue. She became wetter and wetter, and he tasted her for the first time. He had been worried that this would be gross. To his surprise, she didn’t taste like anything he could put his finger on. But it was pleasant enough that it quickly became a non-issue.
He let his tongue drag up her folds until he found her clit. He licked and sucked on it like his life depended on it. She gasped and moaned more loudly than ever, “Oh Master! What are you doing, Oh … please don’t stop!” He was on fire. He was filled with the sudden desire to make her cum at all costs. She continued to moan and spout out encouragements. He couldn’t hear her, his focus was on the task in front of him. He ceased to be himself, and became the instrument of her pleasure.
He inserted his middle finger, and she screamed. Her tight pussy grasped him firmly, sucking him in further. He rubbed inside her gently, and continued to tongue her clit. She was almost crying with pleasure.
“Master! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” she screamed. It was music to his ears. It was a victory he had given up on winning.
Suddenly, her whole body quaked and shuddered as she cried out. Her pussy gushed. Her hands gripped his hair and pushed him towards her. George lapped up as much as he could, savoring it as a moment he didn’t want to forget.
Gradually, she went limp. She lay there breathlessly, mouthing incoherent words, her fingers continued to run through his hair. When he felt like it was time, George pulled away and wiped his face on a nearby sheet.
He then moved back to where he could be face to face with her again, but he wasn’t prepared for what he saw. Tears were welling up and cascading down her beautiful face. Though she was quite flushed, she didn’t seem to be in any pain. Nevertheless, George was worried that he had crossed a line.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “I’m sorry, that was my first time ever doing that, I didn’t mean to…”
She shushed him and said, “No Master, you did not hurt me. What you did was quite wonderful.” Her voice cracked noticeably.
“Then why are you crying?” he asked nervously.
“I am crying because I am so happy.” A new tear wound its way down her cheek. “You see, it is not required that a Master give his genie servant so much pleasure. You could have done anything you wanted to me: negligence, humiliation, torture. You could even destroy me if that is your wish. It has been done, and is accepted. But you chose to give me a wonderful gift, and even if you never choose to do so again, I will treasure this always. Thank you so much. Master.”
George was appalled, “Destroy you? I could never do something like that, even if you say I could.”
“I know Master. Your thoughts are not for yourself, they are for others. And tonight they were for me, as mine are for you. I am truly grateful it was you who knew the song.”
George was floored. His certainty that this was a dream was beginning to waver. He could have never come up with a dream like this in a million years. She truly believed she was his slave. He couldn’t be sure if she was real or not. He figured that in case this wasn’t a dream he should be the man he always wanted to be. He had always dreamed of being the noble knight who took the high road, and never faltered. He would start then, with her.
“Listen, Genie, I don’t really understand what is going on. This is all happening so fast, I’m just trying to keep up with you right now. I’m not even sure I believe any of this.” He took a breathe. “But, I won’t destroy you. I won’t do anything you don’t want. You can walk away right now, or whenever. That’s up to you. Alright?”
Her eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Still wet from her emotions, they gazed up at him with grace and affection. It was like looking at the morning sun, hidden beneath the surface of a lake. She nodded slowly, the last of her tears falling as she blinked.
She sat up and threw her legs over his until she was entwined with him. “Now Master, I still have not finished granting you your wish. There are still a few inches left.”
George laughed and said, “Why don’t you show me where and I’ll be happy to touch them.”
She smiled wickedly and pointed to a spot on her shoulder, “There.” George leaned in and lightly kissed the spot.
Then, she pointed to a spot in the middle of her forehead, “Here.” Again he leaned in and kissed her, he lingered a bit longer. When it was over she brought a delicate finger to her lips.
Without saying a word, he leaned in and kissed her for the first time. He thought that he would have been afraid, or at least awkward. But as soon as their lips met, any reservations he might have had were dashed. They were a perfect fit. George closed his eyes and let himself go. In that kiss, he lived only for her.
They kissed for a long time, alternating between gentle pecks and full-on make-outs. Though George was usually careful not to let his hopeless romanticism show, he couldn’t help but throw himself completely into the kiss. It dawned on him that this wasn’t just their first kiss, it was also his. And if she was telling the truth, it was hers as well. This realization made him want to kiss her even more. He wanted to remember it forever, even if it was just a dream.
All the while he played with her hair. He loved the way its silky texture filled his large hands and then slipped through them again. He loved the way it was straight but then feathered away from her, like it suddenly saw something shiny to look at. In fact, he found himself unable to dislike anything about her.
As the kiss went on he was getting more and more worked up. And by the two hard nipples poking into him, he could tell that she was too. Suddenly, she began to tug on his t-shirt, indicating that she wanted him as naked as she was. George broke off the kiss and tried to push her hands away in a panic, he was very self-conscious about his body. He never took his shirt off, even when he went swimming. The fear of rejection that he had suppressed because he thought he was in a dream had returned in full force.
“Master? Are you Okay?” she asked delicately.
“I, uh … I don’t think you’ll like what you see. I mean … you’re much prettier than I am.”
She smiled in amusement, “Master, I am your genie servant. I am made to love you no matter what you look like.”
“You say that now, but as soon as I take this off you’re gonna go right back to wherever the hell you came from.”
She laughed, “Master, do you really believe that you are hiding anything behind that baggy clothing. All this time you have been touching me, but I have been touching you too. I have been studying your every move, I qualified your physical attributes the moment I awakened.”
“Really?,” he asked.
“Of course, Master. You are very tall, probably about 6 feet and 6 inches. You have very broad shoulders and thick bones. I am guessing that before you were ever overweight you were made fun off because of your size, hence the hunching.” She was right, he had always been very large and had only gained weight when he reached high school.
She continued, “I can feel the muscles in your arms and shoulders so you must be very strong, but you take great care to be gentle, rather than just poking at me. This leads me to believe that you acquired your strength through means other than lifting large amounts of weights. If I had to guess, I would say either swimming or martial arts, something involving much more finesse.”
She had hit the mark again, swimming was about the only physical activity he really enjoyed. “Wow, you got all that from just my shoulders?” he said.
She kept going, “However, I can tell that you are over-weight even for your height, which means you probably spend much of your time indoors and sedentary. I believe the reason for this is because you have so few friends. Though I could not imagine why that would be the case. I have only known you a short time and I am quite certain that you are very easy to be friends with.”
“How do you know I don’t have many friends?”
“I suppose that I do not actually know. But when you first saw me tonight your initial reaction was that I was a prank by someone named Rocko. I am guessing you two are not friends or you would not have been so agitated. You then took considerable warming to the fact that I was not here to tease you.” Her eyes widened at a sudden idea, “Although, I think you would like any teasing I subject you to.”
“I bet I would,” he mused. “So you’re beautiful and smart. Do you come with a guarantee?”
“I can guarantee that if you take off those clothes you will not regret it. Like I told you, it is part of my purpose to love you unconditionally. That means that not only do I not mind that you are overweight, it turns me on very much.”
“Really?” he asked surprised.
She kissed him sweetly and gazed at him once more. “I can tell that you have not had much luck with women in the past, such is their loss, so I will not play any games with you. I believe with every piece of my heart that you are the sweetest, strongest, and most beautiful man in the universe. I want to take your clothes off, not to make fun of you, but to gaze upon the object of my affection. I want to make love to you. This is my desire.”
She looked away from him suddenly in shame. “I am sorry Master; it is not my place to speak so candidly about my needs. I hope that I have not offended you in any way.”
George’s mind reeled. With her plain language, and the fact that she was naked on his lap begging to get him naked too, he suddenly felt stupid for ever having doubted her. Now he was worried that he might have pushed her away. He decided that a wish was in order, a wish that he had wanted to make since the moment he saw her.
“Genie?” said George.
“Yes, Master?”
“If you’ll have me, I wish to make love to you. I want my first time to be with you. And I don’t want to stop until dawn.”
Her eye’s flashed with a golden light and he felt the tingling in his mind once more. When it was over she gazed at him with so much love and affection he thought he might cry. But she beat him to it. A single tear escaped her beautiful glistening eyes and rolled down her cheek. He wiped it away gently with the back of his large hand.
“Master, I am a very lucky Genie,” she whispered.
They kissed. George was falling very hard for this woman. He wasn’t sure if it was love, but he knew that when this dream ended he would be very sad. He told himself he had to write it down as soon as he woke up before the memory faded. She felt too real to let go, even if only in his dreams.
She tugged on his shirt. He didn’t fight her this time. It slid off of him easily and though he was still self-conscious, he knew it was worth it. She was worth any embarrassment. Like she had promised she was not appalled. In fact, she seemed pleased.
“Stand up please, Master.”
George climbed off the bed and stood up. She knelt before him. Without hesitation, she reached for the laces of his shorts and pulled them free. She dragged them down inch by inch until the tip of his cock was free. It sprung forward, almost hitting her on the chin. She let out a little yelp and giggled.
“Master, you are big all over,” she quipped. She looked at it like it was her new favorite toy. George’s cock was large, about 8 inches, but he had always thought it looked small on his body.
She moved forward and lightly kissed his inner thighs. She kissed up to the base of his shaft and traced its length with her soft lips, all without using her hands. He could feel her hot breath on his cock. She traced the length back down slowly and kept her beautiful eyes fixed to his. The corners of her mouth turned up in a playful smile as she stroked him up and down lazily with her lips and face. She cooed and purred at him in appreciation.
Finally, she brought her tongue out to play. She licked his cock from base to tip, making it wet and slick. When she reached the tip, she parted her lips more and took the head in her mouth. She held there for a moment while her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up his precum. All the while she kept her hands behind her like they were bound and refused to use them.
George strained for all he was worth to keep himself from going over the edge. He tried desperately to think of anything but the sexy young thing working wonders on his big cock. But of course it was impossible. He couldn’t break eye contact with her. Her eyes spoke to him. They said that she loved what she was doing to him. She was his to do whatever he wanted. Nothing was out of bounds, no fantasy too obscure. In her eyes was the promise that every wish would come true.
He was quickly approaching the point of no return when she let go of him with her mouth. Her delicate hands rose to the base of his cock and wrapped around him, her fingertips barely touched. Suddenly, she squeezed him sharply. A large dollop of precum formed at the tip. Its weight made it drip down and land on her glorious tits.
She winked at him and brought her lips back to his cock. This time, she didn’t stop at the head. She continued slowly while her tongue swirled around him. As the head reached the back of her throat he felt it slide even further down. He had never received a blow job before, but he was sure that what she was doing was not easy. Yet she showed no signs of strain. She kept going deeper and deeper, until he was buried to the hilt in her mouth.
He then felt the muscles in the back of her throat begin to contract and release. He didn’t even know that this was possible and he was sure that he was blocking her air supply. But the feeling radiating upwards into the pit of his stomach was incredible, and he couldn’t concentrate on such thoughts for long. Then she moaned. The vibrations along, along with the contractions and swirling motion of her tongue were too much.
“Oh shit, Genie, I’m gonna cum,” said George. But she didn’t move. She kept going as he felt the tightening in his diaphragm. The gooey liquid fired up his cock. Shot after shot splashed against the back of her throat. She never moved, she just swallowed every drop from the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. She purred like a kitten and moaned sweetly until he finished.
When it was over, George almost collapsed as the adrenaline left him. The genie continued to milk him until he was dry and then pulled away. Her mouth popped as his cock sprang free, glistening with saliva.
“Oh my god,” breathed George, “that was unbelievable.”
She blushed before smiling a pretty smile and then produced a warm wet cloth out of thin air. She wiped him clean with it before folding it and wiping down her face and her breasts. George watched in complete fascination as the cloth wove in and out of her cleavage, giving it a damp sheen before it disappeared from whence it came.
“That’s a great trick,” said George, “You’re full of all sorts of surprises aren’t you.”
She smiled wickedly, “These are just my secondary abilities Master. We have not even begun to explore what I am capable of.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes Master, as long as it is sexual, I can do anything with very few limitations. You will see, I am going to make you the happiest master on Earth.”
“Of that I have no doubt,” he said. Though, he had trouble imagining he could be much happier. She had already given him so much. He wondered how things could possible get any better.
George noticed that his cock was still rock hard and pointing obscenely at her face. Normally he took at least ten or fifteen minutes before he could get hard again. But this time he hadn’t even had a chance to get soft. He didn’t think much more about it though, in fact he thought it might be a bit insulting not to be hard right away.
He reached for her hands and raised her to her feet. Without warning, she embraced him tightly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her head in his broad chest. He hesitated before hugging her back. He had never been much of a hugger. He wasn’t even completely sure what he was supposed to do. After a few false starts, he enveloped her gently. Before long it felt completely natural. He stroked her hair as he let himself become comfortable. His breathing became slow and steady, his heart thumped calmly, and his trepidation disappeared. He could have stayed that way for days.
“Are you ready, George?” she asked.
“I think so,” he whispered. “Are you?”
She nodded.
George reached down and picked her up as gently as he could. She gazed up at him and smiled contently. He climbed onto the bed and laid her head down on the pillow gently. Without thinking, he leaned down to kiss her. She returned it with passion as their tongues dance together, exploring each other.
He positioned himself between her legs and lined up his cock with her pussy. Still locked in their kiss he found her opening and pushed forward. He felt a bit of resistance and she grimaced in pain. He looked down to see a trickle of blood roll away from her hymen. He hadn’t even thought about it, but she must have been a virgin if she hadn’t existed before he released her. He felt bad, knowing that there had to have been a more graceful way.
“Are you alright, Genie?” he asked quietly.
She lay there for a few moments collecting herself before she spoke. “Yes Master. There was some pain but it is gone now. Please keep going. I want you so badly,” she pleaded.
He swallowed hard and pushed further in. Her pussy was tight and warm, but it parted easily enough as he went deeper and deeper. Soon, he was as deep inside her as he could go. She quivered and panted as her pussy got used to the hardness inside her. He backed out slowly and then pushed in again.
“That’s it, Master,” she cooed. “You can go faster. I can take it.”
He upped his tempo. The feeling was incredible. The contrast between his hardness and her velvety smoothness was not something the guys at work talked about. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. He kissed her there, as the took her again and again. Her breathy sighs turned to moans. Her sweet voice filled his ears with almost unintelligible whispers.
“This is amazing,” he said to her. “You feel so good around me. I didn’t know it would be this good.”
“I know what you mean,” she breathed. “To me, all things are possible. And yet, this feels so unreal. I keep wondering if I am dreaming.”
He brushed a few strands of her hair out of her face and looked deep into her eyes. “I hope not. But, just in case we are, I want you to know that this is better than I could have ever imagined.”
“No,” she moaned, “you aren’t real. This has to be a dream.”
He bent down to kiss her again. She breathed her pleasure into him.
He felt his sense of self falling away once more. For George there was no greater feeling than being totally lost in the moment with her. His armor was gone, and in its place was the man he had always wanted to be. He was unafraid, powerful, and out of control. Up to that point, It was the greatest moment of his life.
Before long, she was crying out as a powerful orgasm swept through her. But soon they were back on their previous pace. She breathed throaty lustful breaths as she looked into his eyes, her pleasure beaming up at him.
“Genie, I’m not going to last much longer,” he panted. He made to pull away so he could collect himself, but she pulled him in closer, her pussy clamped down even tighter. It started to contract much like her throat had earlier, but the sensations were even more intense.
“Please Master, cum inside me! Make me yours forever Master!” She threw her head back as she came for a second time. Her body quaked and trembled and she screamed, “Oh, Master!”
He couldn’t take it. He erupted as the waves of his orgasm crashed through him. Jets of his cum poured into her, filling her. The excess leaked out and puddled on the sheets below.
He pulled out and rolled to the side. Out of breath, the beauty next to him rolled on top of him and kissed him deeply. He had thought that after that he would be spent, but he was still on fire. He looked down at his cock and saw that it was still hard. He couldn’t believe it. After the two most intense orgasms of his life with the most beautiful woman ever, he should have been satisfied.
“Hey Genie, are you doing that?” he pointed to his still hard cock.
“No Master, you did that. Remember your wish?”
“I wished to make love to you, which I’ve now done. That was absolutely incredible by the way. Was it good for you too?” Such a cliché, he couldn’t believe he actually asked it.
“Thank you Master, and yes, that was wonderful,” she said happily, “But you also said that you did not wish to stop until the morning. And if your clock is correct, we still have about four hours to go.”
“Holy crap,” he said quietly.
She straddled him and placed his cock at her entrance. “I will make love to you Master, until the sun comes up. It is your wish and my command. So please, Master, fuck me again, and then again. I need you.” She lowered herself and they began again.
For the next four hours the two lovers melted into each other. It wasn’t kinky or wild; it was more about the two of them together. They both laughed and kissed and joked and explored. It was real and true. George lost count of the number of times both of them came. But he realized after a while that it wasn’t really about who came when. The orgasms would come no matter what. Just being there together was enough.
Eventually, the sun began to rise as the two rode out the crests of their last orgasms. She had been on top. As night gave way to day the sunrise wrapped around her. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her hair was noticeably more wild then it had been hours before. She had never looked more beautiful in the few hours he had known her. It was almost as if she and the sunrise where battling for who was more captivating. But to George, it was no contest.
George knew that his dream was about to end, but felt satisfied that no matter how sleepy he was, he would never forget it. But then he realized that he didn’t even know her name.
“Genie, that isn’t your real name, is it?”
“No Master, I am a genie, but I would not call you Human.” she said.
“Well, than what is it?”
“I do not have one Master. It is a Master’s responsibility to provide his Genie Servant with a suitable name.”
He thought about it, but not for long. He need only look to the only other thing in the world that could come close to matching her beauty. “Dawn,” he said, “your name is Dawn.”
“Dawn,” she repeated. A pleased smile overtook her, “I love it, Master.” She leaned down to kiss him.
“Hold on,” he stopped her. “My name isn’t Master anymore than it is Human. I’m George. It’s a pleasure to meet you Dawn.”
“Okay, George,” her voice cracked. She leaned in and they kissed.
Content and exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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