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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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True Story

Me and Marie

Let me start out by saying this is my first story I have ever written, I had posted a similar story on xnxx.com earlier this week, but after the negative reviews it recieved, I decided to revise it. This IS a true story, and I hope you like it, I sure did!!!
Chapter One: Introduction:
I first met Marie when one of my friends introduced me to her though an online video game. She was funny, she was interesting to talk to, she was perfect. There was a downside; she lived in Sweden and I lived in the U.S.A. I finally meet the girl of my dreams, and she lives four thousand miles away. We would spend every day and night talking to each other, making each other laugh, and having fun. It wasn’t until we had been “dating” for a few months that we had our first over-the-internet-sex. It was very late in the evening, and we were talking about the game “truth or dare”.
“I’m telling you, I NEVER back down from a dare! It doesn’t matter what the dare is!” – I was a very cocky 17 year old boy who believed he was “all that”… And I was! ( I am still a VERY cocky person 😀 )
“Oh really? So If I were to dare you to fap with me right now, you would accept the dare?” Damn, that was enough to get my cock hard!
“Like I said, I NEVER back down from a dare!”
And just like that, our sexual journey had begun.
Chapter two: The question:
Over the next few months, Marie and I continued to “see each other” and I began to enjoy her company more and more. And as every day came to a close, we found ourselves continuously masturbating together. Night after night we would create sexual fantasies together, each one of us giving our input of how to make the fantasy as kinky as possible. This went on for months, until one night, I had an idea.
“Marie, school is out for the summer, and I have been saving up money from my job, and I was wondering…well… would you like it if I came to Sweden for a week or two?” I was so nervous when I asked her, I thought “what if she doesn’t want a real life boyfriend?” and “what if she thinks I am a stalker?”
“That would be so awesome!” I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, I was so happy that she said yes! So that was that, I was going to Sweden!
Chapter Three: Sweden:
I have always liked planes, and even more, I have always enjoyed messing with passengers on planes. A while ago I was on youtube.com and I saw a video of a comedian who said “One of the most fun things you can do on a plane, is sit down next to someone who is scared of planes and watch YouTube videos of plane crashes, the look on their face is hilarious”. I did just that! Very entertaining plane ride… but I digress!
I arrived in Sweden around noon. Marie did not have her license yet so she had one of her friends bring her to the airport. As I walked out of the terminal, I said goodbye to the plane passenger that I pretty much scared the shit out of. When I looked back around, I felt someone jump into my arms, It was Marie. We hugged for a good sixty seconds before we both started to feel stupid.
Finally someone was able to say something “I have a dare for you!” Uh oh, I have been in Sweden for five minutes and she is already giving me dares. “It involves you and me in the bathroom stall”, Dear lord, Is this really happening? As we made our way to the bathroom of the airport, she told her friend to wait for us in the café across the street. I have to admit, I was nervous, this would be the first time I ever had sex.
Chapter four: The restroom:
After what felt like eternity, we finally made it to the bathroom stall, we had been really careful making sure no one saw a boy and a girl entering the same bathroom together, and once we stall door closed, the good part began. We immediately enveloped into a long lasting kiss, all while stripping away pieces of clothing one at a time. The bulge in my pants grew as the realization that I would finally lose my virginity hit me, and Marie noticed.
“Getting excited for me?” She said with a grin. “WOW, you ARE excited aren’t you!”
“After so many years of un-dealt with hornyness, yes!” It’s true, I was VERY horny, all the time.
Without saying another word, she quickly took my cock into her moist, warm mouth.
“Oh my god, that feels so amazing” I had never experienced anything like it, the amazing feel of mouth enveloping my hard cock was the most wonderful feeling of my life.
I began making small thrusting motions while I held her head, running her hair through my fingers.
After a few minutes of her sucking, and my thrusting, I was ready to cum. And it felt like she knew as well. “Dammit, why am I Cumming so soon?” I thought.
“Oh fuck, Marie, I’m Cumming, where should I cum?”
“Cum In my mouth, I want to taste your cum” FUCK. That turned me on so much that I could no longer hold it. I was cumming and there was no stopping it, seventeen years of hornyness was cumming out…literally.
“Oh shit, god that feels so fucking good, swallow every single last drop for me” My slow thrusting movements quickly became spasms. This was it, I was cumming, I was cumming in a girls mouth.
Chapter Five: Marie’s house:
After a short drive from the airport to Marie’s house, I was introduced to her parents. I tried to concentrate on the things they were telling me, but I couldn’t stop the images of Marie sucking my cock in the restroom from flashing through my mind. Finally after all the introductions were made, Marie and I traveled up the stairs towards her bedroom.
“Ready for more?” We were inside of her room now, and had just locked the door. Immediately we stripped down and began making out once again. Piece after piece, articles of clothing were landing on the floor.
“What do you mean by that?” I may have been cocky about certain things, but this was sex, and I was a virgin. They were both completely naked now, and Marie had lowered herself down to her knees.
“We can do whatever you want”
“I have always wanted to try doggy style, can we do that?” I was excited. Very excited.
“Whatever you want” she said, and after giving me a smile and winking at me, licked the head of my cock once more before turning around getting into position for doggy style.
“Oh my god” I thought “ This is the most sexy thing I have ever seen” as I looked down at her standing on her hands and knees with her ass lifted slightly in the air.
I wasted no time taking hold of her hips, guiding my hard cock into her pussy. I began to push into the entrance, waiting for her to give me the okay. Instead of the instructions I was seeking, I heard only soft moaning.
“oh fuck, right there” I got the confirmation I needed. Letting out some of my sexual frustration, I inserted my hard cock all the way into her wet pussy. I began to thrust my hips while holding a firm grip of her’s.
“Holy fuck, this feels so fucking good” I thought. “I’m glad I already came before or I might not have been able to last even five minutes of this!” I began to thrust a little harder.
“Oh fuck, right there, keep going, that feels so fucking good!”
“Huh, I guess I’m doing good for my first time!” I thought.
I was pretty sure I was doing good, especially for a virgin, but I’m the kind of guy who needed to hear her say it.
“Does that feel good?” She replied almost instantly with “So fucking good!” I got the answer I craved!
After a few minutes of humping, we both eventually became bored of doggy style and moved onto something a little more interesting.
“lay on your back for me” she said while giving me that sexy grin.
As I laid down on her bed, she cuddled up close to me and kissed my neck.
“Here comes…. The best part…” she said in between each kiss.
After she kissed my neck for the last time, she lifted herself up onto her knees, then came into somewhat of a crouching position, her wet pussy hovering above me. Without saying anything, she quickly sprung her wet pussy down, covering every inch of my cock.
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good!” It was hard getting out these words, the feeling of warm pussy wrapping around my cock felt so amazing.
For the past thirty or so seconds, my eyes had been closed, when I finally opened them, I saw Marie’s large, beautiful breasts bouncing up and down with every humping motion she made.
“Oh my god, yes! Keep doing that!” her squeals of joy came after I grabbed onto her breasts and began to play with her hard nipples.
This was it. I was ready to cum again.
“Oh shit, Marie, I’m about to cum again” I could feel my balls start to tighten, my hard cock ready to explode at any second. I expected Marie to stop humping, but she kept going.
“fuck, what are you doing?”
“I’m on birth control, cum inside of me, I find it extremely sexy!” She didn’t have to tell me twice, I’m actually surprised I lasted long enough for her to answer me.
“Fuck, here it comes! I’m Cumming!” I had never felt anything like it, the feeling of Cumming, all while Marie kept humping, it was amazing.
After I was done Cumming, Marie lowered herself off of my cock and laid down next to me.
“These next few weeks are going to be a lot of fun.” Yes. They. Are!
To be continued…

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True Story

mom likes it black

why do you keep letting me see you like this?
i did what i thought was an answer………i knew she came into my bedroom in the mornings,and i made sure she saw me.
she escalated next…….i’d come home in the evenings and she’d be lying on her bed with all of her sex exposed……she knew i wanted to fuck her.
so i upped the ante, to see what she’d do…..loading the VCR with blacks doing white girls….and turning the volume up. the first night, after seeing her lying there exposing her sex to me, she opened the closed living room door and saw what was playing. she just gave an,”oooooo.” and shut the door. she was wearing the thin nylon drape that she had walked around in front of me in, and there was nothing left to imagine…the thick large areolas of her breasts…..the dense black triangle of her sex between her thin thighs…..i went to the clothes hamper in the hall bathroom and found the nylon panties she’d worn that day and filled them with my cum.
the next night i came in, and her door was open again. i’d left the tape in the VCR, so i was pretty sure she’d turned it on and watched it……what i’d never seen was the engorged display of her sex. her legs were wide open, and the inner labia was hanging long….the pink showing, with her finger thick clitoris jutting out above.
i went to the hamper to see after i’d stripped to my shorts, and the panties were gone. i went into the living room and checked the VCR as i drank a few beers…..i wasn’t sure, but i thought i’d left it at the place where the white girl was just beginning to touch the black cock……..when i turned it to play, he was fucking her.
i drank a few more beers, my cock drooling. she’d found my semen in her panties, and she’d been curious enough to look at the tape in the VCR. either i was going to fuck her, or i was going to find a big dicked nigger to do it. i wanted to see that perfect sex of hers fucked.
i went to her room 3 times that night, knowing she knew i was lusting after her raw display…..and the only response i saw was a more blatant display….her clitoris thick and stiff, her inner lips bright pink and sloppy wet….legs wide open. i masturbated 3 times that night in another pair of her panties and went to bed exhausted.
the next night, i went to a convenience store on the dark side of town to buy my beer after work. as i went in, i saw him by the ice machine. thin, maybe 30…..looking needy.
he approached me as i was going in, and i knew the gods of fate didn’t miss…..”yo man, you got any spare change fo’ a brotha?” my heart raced as i knew there was only one thing that would keep this from being the man to fuck her. “sure man, how much do you need?,” i asked. “well how much you got?,” him laughing as he said it. “i’m going in here to get a 12 pack…you looking for a party?,” i said laughing back.
he took it exactly as i’d meant it saying, “what kind you drink?”….he opened the door for me and we went inside laughing. he got his brand, and i got mine…bought him smokes too, and off we went into the night. we parked on Boyd Lake road and the conversation was easy….he was a cool guy down on his luck, laid off a few months before, and his girl had kicked him out. after a few beers i began to tell him about a white woman i’d been working for, and told him the way she’d come on to me. i told him that while i was moving some stuff out of her bedroom to paint it, i’d found this nasty book full of white women with black dudes…..and i stressed that the black guys had huge dicks. the look in his eyes changed.
i told him that this lady was all prim and proper and i couldn’t beleive that kind of thing turned her on. he was on his 3rd beer, and he was all ears. “she a dog or what? i mean you said she was all prim an proper, but was she ugly?” i told him no……she was thin and tight, and the only reason i hadn’t done her was that she was a friend of my aunts…….that was why she’d called me to do the work. i told him i couldn’t fuck her for that reason…that shit would have gotten out.
i asked him if he’d ever had any white pussy. that look was still in his eyes as he opened another beer and shook his head no. “you think if i went over there she’d give it up for me?”…..he took a sip of his beer staring at me. “i dunno man, those guys in that magazine were like horses….i dunno what she would or wouldn’t do.”
he opened the door and got out, and took this black hose out of his pants with the dome light illuminating it.” you mean like this,?” he said laughing, as he whizzed. he shook it hard, and got back in the car. “yeah,” i said, “like that. jesus christ what is it about you brothas?”…we both laughed.
we drank more and listened to music and he told me he wanted me to take him to her house….he wanted to fuck her. i tried to tell him it was too late, knowing it wasn’t, but seeing how he’d react. i asked him if he’d really fuck her. his eyes got that look again as he told me he’d always wanted to see how a white girl would be with him. i told him i had a key and if he was serious, i’d take him there.
in 10 minutes i’d pulled into the drive, the neighbors wouldn’t be suspicious because they all knew my car i told him. he followed me to the door, and we were inside with the glare from the light over the sink. i whispered that the way she’d come onto me was that she’d lay on her bed with the bedroom door open. i pointed down the hall,”it’s the last one on the right.”
he went down the hall without another word. he stood in the dim light coming from her bedside lamp and began to strip his shirt off…his pants dropped to the floor, and he went inside naked, the long hose becoming stiff.
i heard muffled gasps, then fitful slurping sounds, then the sound of his weight causing the matress to squeak as he got on. from a picture hanging in the hallway, i saw the dim reflection of her greedily sucking the hose….his hand between her wide open thin thighs, his cock bigger than the guys in the video as it came to full erection. he was shaking at his find….his hands were trembling as he pulled all of it away from her mouth and lifted her with one hand from the bed onto her knees and elbows.
from that angle i could see the pink in the mottled swarm of her pussy lips….he gave it to her slow. there’d been a clawing from both her hands as she supported her weight on her shoulders, trying to allow entrace of the huge organ he was trying to place into her….the thick pink head slipping inside as she grasped the sheets in her desperate fingers. inch after inch i watched that black pole invade her insides….the sounds from her were indescribeable…….i knew i had done a good thing as she finally got what she’d longed for all of her life.
i saw the semen dripping in torrents from her shaking thighs as he fucked her deeper, the erection never waning. her knees failed, and she collapsed onto her stomach, him never letting up his assault on her sex. at least 3 inches seemed to be unplaceable within her, so i knew she could not want or need any more dick. this was her ultimate fuck.
he fucked her until he was tired, and pulled it all out and moved it to her mouth. she didn’t hesitate, sucking all of the semen dripping meat she could place in her mouth. he came, and she sucked as much as she could, then pulled away as the meat shot gouts all over her hair and back. he collapsed beside her on the bed, kneading the white loaves of her ass with his black fingers.
how, how did you get into my house she asked him?…i found a key he said, still gasping from his orgasm. he asked her did she want him to leave now. she shook her head no,grabbing his upper thighs with both hands. my son lives here she said….we have to shut the bedroom door just in case he comes home. the wirey nigger asked her what kind of car did he drive?….
he got off the bed quickly, and came down the hall. when i heard the way the conversation was going, i got another beer out of the fridge, and sat down in the living room.
he had his pants in his hand, all of the slime from the fucking and sucking still shiny wet on his black hose as he asked,” you brought me here to fuck yo momma?”…”hey man,” i said, “did she dissappoint you?”….he looked stunned with such a cool response, then asked,” you got anymore of those?”, as he motioned towards my beer. “it’s in the fridge dude, help yourself,”
he came back into the living room stark naked and popped the top of his beer. “now let me get this shit straight,”……he reached over and got one of my smokes and lit it,” you knew she wanted to fuck a big dicked black man, an you thought it was cool?”
suddenly, she walked into the living room in her filmy nylon nothing, and she was trembling, the insides of legs were slick with his cum..the dark thick triangle of her sex matted and wet…the cum was still visible in her hair and on her cheeks. she said nothing as she sat on the couch beside him.
i clicked the VCR, and the black men were all over the white lady. he said, “hell yeah”, sitting up on the edge of the couch. she looked at me, then at the dangling wetness of his stiffening cock. “you okay if i want her to watch this man?…….i mean this is the hottest ass i’ve ever had!”…..he didn’t wait for my response, only pushing her off the couch onto her knees before him. “thas what we just did baby….go on, suck me like you did befoe”…..he didn’t care at all that i was there, and when that meat gained full erection neither did she. the filmy nylon was over her ass as she sucked him, all of her sex visible in bright light of the living room.
he wasn’t watching the TV anymore, he was watching her make love to his cock with her mouth, looking at me with half-closed eyes. “you want to fuck her too don’t you man……i see you looking at all that pussy between her legs.”
“you want him to fuck you baby?”, he pulled the thin nylon up over her ass and she sucked him more violently. “he can see all that tight pussy he slid out of….you want him to fuck you?”…..she pulled her mouth away and whispered desperately, nodding yes.
“i dunno what trip you two got going man, but she wants you to fuck her…..the ass is mine, but don’t miss that tight pussy….fuck her and i’m gonna feed her more black cum when she begins to cum on yo dick.”
i dropped to the floor and was inside of her. within seconds she had semen gouting out of both ends as her thin body shivered with her orgasm…..i couldn’t stop,and shot another load into her before he pushed me away, and drug her back to her bedroom.

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Fantasy

Sarah and Deadeye… second meeting. Part 2: The Mall.

As he led her to the elevator, he turned and said to her “Listen, my little enema lover, you will not call me master while we are out, you will call me Uncle Bob.”
“Yes, Uncle Bob” she said with a grin.
While in the elevator, Deadeye reached down under her plaid skirt and tapped on the butt plug. She shivered, looked up at him and smiled. He could tell that she was enjoying this as much as he was.
When they got to the first floor, Deadeye led her out of the hotel main doors. It was a nice day, so no coats were necessary, and there was just hint of a breeze. Nothing to blow up the skirt, unfortunately, but Deadeye led her across the street to the mall entrance.
It was not a large mall, but large enough to have two floors, several anchor stores, and a myriad of smaller chain and local businesses. It had escalators at both ends and in the middle. This was where Deadeye was going to first expose his little cupcake.
The mall was built with the second floor level with the ground on this end, so he led her to the down escalator and down to the first floor. He looked down at her, her pale skin glowing in the light of the mall, looking so young and innocent. He could tell that she was relaxing during the walk over to the mall, but he knew just a little jerk or tap on the butt plug would put her mind back on her position and her sex. She was definitely an extremely sexual person.
Deadeye led them into a small video store like they were there to look at movies. “What kind of movies do you like?” he asked Sarah.
“Just about anything”, she said. “Comedies, thrillers, you know, just about anything.”
“Let’s look back here in the horror genre.” Deadeye said and he led her to the back of the store. There was nobody else in that section of the store and Deadeye was hoping it would stay that way for a while. He looked around for cameras, but didn’t see any. Even if there were some, he would give the watchers a thrill. They had just turned the corner of one aisle when Dennis stopped and pretended to be looking at the movies on the lower shelf. “What about one of those?” he asked and he pushed her a little so that she would bend over from the waist and look. She knew exactly what he wanted so she bent over and looked at the movie title.
“This one?” she asked, playing along and pointing with one finger.
“Yeah” Deadeye said. And then he reached under her skirt with his right hand and ran it over her ass and the butt plug. She moaned. He grabbed the end of the butt plug and turned it slightly in her ass. She moaned again. Then he ran his hand down over her pussy, finding it wet and apparently swollen with desire. She moaned again and had to reach out with her hand to steady herself on the video shelf in front of her.
“Master, if you keep that up, I’m going to be cumming in the middle of this store.”
Deadeye smacked her ass sharply, causing her to jerk upright, and it made a loud slapping sound. “Don’t you mean Uncle Bob?”
“Yes, Uncle Bob. If you keep playing with my butt plug and pussy, I’m going to cum all over your hand.” Sarah said it like an innocent teenager, eyes wide, turning Deadeye on tremendously and causing his cock to jerk in his jeans. She knew exactly how to turn him on as well, and was good at this game.
“Okay, let’s move along” Deadeye said, trying to take his mind off of his desire to bend her over and fuck her right there in the store. He was also hoping that his hard-on would not be too prominent at this point. God, he loved this, but he needed to calm down, or he wouldn’t be able to take much more before he ripped her clothes off to take her.
“I just thought of something, my gorgeous little niece” Deadeye said as they exited the video store. “I haven’t cum yet, and I’m so worked up, you’re going to have to take care of me soon. Let’s find the mall restrooms.”
Sarah smiled and knew that she was as irresistible to him as he was to her. “Gee, Uncle Bob, I don’t know what you mean. I don’t have to go to the bathroom right now.” she said and looked up at him with as innocent a look as she could muster. It worked, because Deadeye smiled, put his hand on her back, and started propelling her across the mall towards the large map in the middle of the lower level.
They found the location of the mall restrooms and went in that direction. They found them down a narrow hallway off to one side. Deadeye didn’t even look to see if anyone was in the men’s bathroom, just held Sarah’s arm and led her into it and into the handicapped stall. The restroom was completely empty.
As Deadeye hurriedly unbuckled his pants, he realized that he had been really turned on from the time the enema started. He said to Sarah, “I need to cum soon, my little cum slut slave niece. Uncle Bob wants to cum in your mouth and have you drink his cum. Now get on your knees and show Uncle Bob how you like his cum.” By the time he finished saying that, his dick, already approaching full hardon, was out and waving at the young girl.
Sarah smiled and dropped to her knees as Deadeye watched enraptured. She took his dick into her mouth immediately, took it all the way to the bottom, and sucked it all the way back out until she made a large popping sound. “Uncle Bob?” she asked like a little girl while staring up at him, his dick in her hand and laying against her cheek.
“Yes, dear” he said.
“Will you stick this big dick in my tight little ass later?” Sarah asked, a sly, almost evil grin spreading across her face.
“Yes, dear, Uncle Bob will stick his big dick in your tight little ass later. Right now, however, you need to suck off your Uncle Bob until you swallow all his cum.”
“Mmmm” was her answer as she took his dick back in her mouth.
She took it all the way into her throat, then slowly sucked back up to the head, swirling her tongue all around it as she came up. Deadeye leaned his head back and moaned. Damn, she was a good cock-sucker. He let her take over his dick, and she did, sucking and slurping and trying to get him off quick. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and ran her tongue across his balls slowly, dragging it and making them tighten up in anticipation of releasing their cum. She then just took his dick and started fucking her mouth with it. She laid it on her tongue and just started going back and forth, back and forth. Deadeye grabbed her head and assisted in fucking her mouth. He was now in one mode… reach orgasm as fast as possible. She could feel the buildup beginning and suddenly rammed Deadeye’s dick into her mouth all the way and started sucking and swallowing. That drove Deadeye over the edge. He held her head still for a second as it hit, and then his jerk reflex kicked in. He spasmed and shot his load deep into her throat once, twice, three times before relaxing a little and releasing the last few squirts. She swallowed it all and kept lightly sucking until she was sure she got it all.
“Thanks, Uncle Bob,” she said as she stood up. “I love the taste of your hot cum. But I have a problem.” Sarah said as she stood up.
Deadeye looked at her questioningly. “What?”
“I’m dripping all down my leg.” Sarah said. She turned sideways and showed Deadeye the inside of her right leg. There was a long trail of pussy juice running down it. Deadeye raised the front of her skirt, looked at her pussy, and put his hand up to it. It was absolutely soaking.
“You really are a sexy minx, aren’t you?” He said with a smile.
She grinned back. “Aren’t I supposed to be, Master, Uncle Bob?”
“Yes, you are, but you are going to have to wait a little longer, because I am going to tease you until you beg to be fucked in the middle of the mall.” Deadeye grinned.
But Sarah looked up at him and said “Uncle Bob, my fuck master, will you please, please, please fuck me in the middle of mall? Please, please, pretty please with my cunt juice on top?”
Deadeye laughed. “I’m shocked, my cute-assed little niece.” He reached down behind her and pushed on the butt plug. “I can’t believe you are such a hot, nubile, little fucking whore. Now let’s get out of here.”
They left the restroom and walked back into the mall at just the perfect moment. Deadeye spotted several young teenage boys playing grab-ass in the middle of the main mall corridor. They had to be only 12 or 13 years old.
He led Sarah over to the escalator that was in the middle of the mall and waited at the bottom, watching the young boys. He noticed that Sarah seemed to eye them hungrily. The boys were playing around near the escalator, but not close enough for Deadeye. He decided to take matters into his own hand, so to speak. He got a dollar out of his pocket and “accidentally” dropped it on the floor. He turned Sarah to face him and said “Bend over and pick that up, from the waist.” Sarah gave him an evil grin and bent over to pick it up like he asked. The skirt was just short enough that they should be able to get a hint of her ass and maybe more under the edge of it.
Deadeye watched them closely and one boy definitely took a long look. Sarah stood back up and handed him the dollar. He took the next step. He led her toward the escalator and watched slyly as the one boy passed along his information about the possible bare ass and pussy of the young schoolgirl. They all gathered and headed for the escalator right behind them. When they got to the escalator, Deadeye turned to eye the young boys. They tried to not look like they were trying to look. But Deadeye made sure they looked. He looked right at them and slowly lifted Sarah’s skirt until they could see that she was naked. The bottom of the butt plug was also visible and Deadeye ran his hand over it briefly, felt Sarah jerk slightly, and then released her skirt back into place. They were all staring, mouths agape. Deadeye and Sarah were at the top by now and stepped off and started heading back toward the front of the mall.
Deadeye had another idea. He asked Sarah to stroll on ahead and look into a clothing store. He hung back and waited for the young boys to try to pass nonchalantly. There were 4 of them. As they started to pass, they tried not to look at him, as if they were actually embarrassed to have witnessed it. But Deadeye spoke up and said, “Did you like seeing my niece’s ass?”
They stopped, a little shocked and confused for a moment. Then, one of them was brave enough to say something. “Is she really naked under that skirt?” The others just stood and looked at me and then up at Sarah a couple of stores ahead and then back at me.
“Yes, of course.” Deadeye said calmly. “I wouldn’t let her wear underwear today. It’s her punishment for being a bad girl earlier this week.” He lied. “Would you like to see more?”
The one talking to Deadeye seemed to be the bold one, but even he hesitated, either because he was shocked by the question, or concerned that this adult had some clever scheme to embarrass him. The other boys seemed to bow to this one’s wishes.
“Yeah, I think so.” He finally said.
“Whadda you mean?” Deadeye asked sharply. “Either you do or you don’t, what’s it going to be? You want to see my young niece’s bare ass and pussy or not?”
He looked up and said “Yes”, but it was still a little sheepish.
Deadeye grinned. “Wait here”, he said, and he walked over to Sarah.
“Okay, my sexy little slave girl, here is the deal. You need to act like you are my niece, who is in trouble, and is being shown off to these young boys, got it?”
Sarah’s eyes widened a little, then she got a devilish grin and said, “Yes, sir, Uncle Bob, my master.”
Deadeye led her back past the boys and they stared as she went past. Sarah kept her eyes down, acting like a chastised little school girl. Deadeye said to them, “Follow a little ways behind us to the men’s room downstairs.”
Deadeye and Sarah entered the men’s room and it was empty again. He led Sarah over to the sinks. “Put both hands on the sink and bend over slightly.” She did. “A little more” Deadeye said, making sure that her skirt was just at the edge of her ass.
The door opened and slowly, tentatively, the four boys came in. They still seemed unsure about what they were going to see and if they were going to end up in trouble for doing this.
“Stand over here” Deadeye directed, pointing to a spot on the floor about three feet behind Sarah. They immediately obeyed, now seemingly entranced by the young ass almost peeking out at them. Deadeye walked over and yanked her skirt up over her ass, putting it lewdly on display for them. They all stared. One licked his lips and another instinctively reached for his growing dick. Deadeye smacked her lightly on the ass. “Pretty nice ass, eh boys?” he asked.
“Uh-huh” was all he got back from a couple of them.
“You know what this is?” Deadeye asked them, putting his finger on the butt plug. They just shook their heads and one boy was squirming, trying to reposition his hardening dick. “This is a butt plug. Women who like to be fucked in the ass use them, and some, when being punished, are forced to wear it. Right, Sarah?!” he demanded.
“Yes, sir, Uncle Bob” she answered.
Deadeye then reached down and slowly slid the butt plug out of her ass. Her ass closed slowly and one boy suddenly jerked and came in his pants. He got so embarrassed he left the room. That only left three, all of them sporting boners, just like Deadeye. He then slowly replaced the butt plug, and Sarah moaned and said “Thank you, Uncle Bob, for disciplining me”. Deadeye loved the way she played along.
Deadeye then reached down and ran his hand over her ass and said “Her ass is so soft and smooth. It’s just beautiful to touch and fuck. I bet you boys have never touched a girl’s bare ass before, have you?” The remaining three just shook their heads. “Well, then come over here and feel these gorgeous globes. You guys need to know about this stuff.” I looked at Sarah in the mirror and she loved it. She had a big grin on her face and her eyes were flashing like she was in heaven. “Oh no, Uncle Bob” she meekly protested, “Don’t let those boys touch my bottom”.
At first they stood rooted to the floor. Then one of them moved over and put his hand on her ass. He was rubbing this dick through his pants and he, too, came in his pants. He stood for a moment and then, probably thinking it was protocol based on the first guy, also fled the room. The other two both came forward, one reaching out and touching her left cheek and one touching her right cheek. They both moaned and reached for their dicks.
“If you take your dicks out” Deadeye offered, “this little slut niece of mine will jack you off.”
They stared at Deadeye, but didn’t stop feeling her ass. One of them even started feeling the butt plug. Finally, one undid his jeans and fished out his dick. It was small, but hard. The second guy decided it must be alright, and did the same. Sarah, however, did not move.
“Sarah” Deadeye commanded sternly, “Turn around and take care of these two young dicks. I want you to make them cum right now!”
Sarah straightened up and they dropped their butt-feeling hands, but neither took their other hand off their dick. When she turned around, she looked at the two little dicks and said, “Here, boys, let me take care of that”. She put her hands out on the two young boys’ dicks. They relinquished control of them and both moaned and jerked at the feeling of a young girl’s hands on their dick, probably for the first time ever.
One of the boys came within two strokes and started shooting his cum all over the place. It was pointed at the other boy as they were partially facing each other and he reacted like it was acid and jumped back, saying “John, watch out man!” However, John was not paying attention. He was jerking and jerking, his eyes closed as he came so hard he almost collapsed on the floor. Sarah just smiled. When he was done cumming, he very quickly pulled his pants up to rush out the door.
The last boy was doing pretty well at lasting a while. The final straw was when, after the exit of his friend John, Sarah turned back toward the young boy, smiled, lifted her cum-covered hand she had used on John, and licked it. That set this young fellow off like a roman candle. He came hard and had quite a lot of spunk for a youngster. It was blasting all over the floor as Sarah held it pointing away from her so as not to soil her shirt and skirt. As soon as he finished he exited as fast as the rest of them.
Sarah looked over at Deadeye, smiled and said “That was just yummy. I just love showing off for very young boys and jacking off their little dicks.” Deadeye smiled, knowing that she loved talking dirty to him to excite him and get him turned on.
“Lift your skirt” Deadeye commanded. Sarah obeyed. Deadeye stepped forward and ran his hand through her slit. She was soaking and dripping. “Are you ready to cum now?” he asked her.
“Oh, my god, yes, Master… I mean Uncle Bob. I need to cum soon.”
“That’s fine, my young cum lover, but you’ll have to wait for a little longer” and Deadeye grabbed her arm, leading her out the door to take her back to the hotel.

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Twat

I take my daughter to New York City and she meets Twat.

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The Vicar’s Wife Returns

I couldn’t have been two minutes out of the drive and less than a mile down the road towards the train station – when Ali caught sight of Marjorie coming up the drive. She was looking out of the kitchen window and noticed that Marjorie had bounce in her step – not the trudging walk of an ageing doyen. No walking stick either, although still the beetle crusher shoes, pop socks, tweed twin set and that awful black hat sat on top of her head with her massive hair all coiled underneath. Beginning of summer and she had the silly gloves on.
Ali opened the front door. “Nice to see you Marge. Come on in.” Ali walked back in the kitchen leaving Marjorie to close the door. They had a different relationship now – no longer the power plays and condescending attitude. Marjorie dutifully closed the door and stepped into the kitchen. “Tea or coffee Marge – I have both – freshly made – and freshly baked Madeleines.
“Oh that sounds lovely Allison.”
“Why don’t you call me Ali – all my friends do?” As she turned her linen shorty robe fell open exposing her breasts – never did find that sash belt – I had hidden it in my sock drawer. I had only a few minutes before been playing with her breast – sucking on her nipples. They were still hard and dark red – swollen to bursting and still moist. Marjorie’s eyes were fixed on her breasts – boring holes like a laser in her nipples.
“Okay … Ali.”
“What can I do for you Marge?”
“I came by this morning to talk about yesterday.”
“Yeah … I wanted to say before you left yesterday – you are a great fuck Marge.” Ali could see the word had stuck in Marjorie’s craw – yet less than 24 hours ago she was screaming ‘fuck me’ – at the top of her lungs. It wasn’t in her nature to swear and she didn’t tolerate it from others – especially other women. Ali came around the kitchen island with the cups and saucers – her robe flowing open even more exposing her pussy in plain sight for Marjorie. Ali placed the china down on the counter and without notice she placed her hands on the sides of Marjorie’s face and gave her a full kiss. It took a little pressure – but she got her tongue into Marjorie’s mouth and was exploring her throat. Ali unbuttoned Marjorie’s jacket and cupped her breasts – then reached down and took Marjorie’s hand and placed it on her breast. Marjorie instinctively kneaded Ali breast and played with her nipples.
Ali pulled her tongue back and Marjorie put her tongue in Ali’ s mouth – while bringing her other hand up to cup Ali’s other breast. Ali pulled back. “Your tongue is sweet Marge. But I see you have the same bra on and the same problem. Are you busy today?” Marjorie stammered to get the words out.
“No … no … actually I have cancelled todays’ committee meetings. I have the day free.”
“Good – I’ll make a couple of phone calls – pour yourself a drink – the Madeleines are on the stove top.” Ali reached for the wall phone and made two calls. “Excellent they can see us this morning.”
“Who can see us this morning?”
“I go to a beauty salon on the way to Guildford and they have a private area. And there is a lingerie shop in the same parade. This man is a genius and he’ll solve your bra problem – he has a private fitting area for his exclusive clients. Let’s face it Marge you are a local dignitary and need to be afforded the most discrete service.” She played to Marjorie’s vanity and it was working. “Vicar Adam won’t miss you for a few hours will he?”
“No – we sometimes don’t see each other for the entire day.”
“Good – finish your tea and I’ll get dressed – be right back.” She went into her dressing room and put on a wraparound Diane Von Furstenberg print summer dress. A pair of hold up sheer stockings but no panties or bra. That was the beauty of a Furstenberg wrap – it gave you the needed support for the breasts. The print pattern camouflaged her not wearing a slip or underwear. A little make up, lipstick, a pair of low heels and her hair up in a scrunchie clip and she was ready to go. She had a shower when she first got up that morning. When Ali returned to the kitchen Marjorie was just finishing her tea.
“Where is this salon Ali?”
“It’s a surprise and my treat – don’t worry – you’ll love it.” Ali led the way into the hall and through to the garage. “Hop in Marge.” I had given Ali a vintage BMW coupe a few years ago in an attempt to try and pull her out of her depression. She now loves to drive the county roads and it has given her the freedom to travel wider than her old push bike – especially in this hilly part of Hampshire. Although the bike did develop a fantastic pair of legs – I’ve got to admit. The bike was donated to the Oxfam Shop and she now uses her exercise equipment. Absolutely a better cardio workout than the bike ever was – yet still keeps her pins trim.
They drove towards the Surrey border and stopped in a small village. Ali parked up by the green and walked to the parade of shops. She opened the door to the beauty salon and ushered Marjorie inside. The receptionist stood up. “Hello Ali.” They embraced and kissed on the lips. I have the private suite all ready and Bethany is your therapist this morning.
“Thanks Kim – let’s go Marge.” Ali led Marjorie down the length of the salon between all the stations. Young women working on young women – cutting, colouring, highlighting and styling hair. Polishing nails giving facials. Not the kind of salon that Marjorie frequented. ‘Tony’s Hairdressers’ back in the village mostly did blue rinses, set and blow dry on a clientele that was predominately pension age. This was foreign territory – the smells – the products and mostly the noise of women chatting and the background rock beat. They passed through the double curtain into a very feminine space with soft lighting and mood music another alien space for Marjorie. “Can we have the security door Bethany?”
“Sure Ali.” Bethany slid the partition closed and it snapped with a click. She offered Marjorie a duck egg grey smock. “You can change behind the curtain in the alcove.”
“What get undressed?”
“Oh course ma’am.”
“This is Marge Bethany – a good friend of mine – none of this ma’am business – okay? Come on Marge let’s get you undressed.” They walked into the alcove.
“I’m not comfortable with all this Ali.”
“Of course you’re not – but you’ll love it – trust me.” Ali went behind her and helped her off with her tweed jacket. Marjorie unbuttoned her blouse and Ali undid her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Then she pulled down her slip. “Oh Marge you dirty girl – no panties.” Marjorie turned beet red and was obviously flustered. Ali helped her off with her blouse and then undid the clasp on her bra setting her large breasts free. Surprisingly they didn’t drop to her knees – but it was obvious they needed support. Ali put her hands under her arms and cupped her breasts.
“Ali don’t.” Ali grabbed the smock and put it over Marjorie’s shoulders and came around to tie the sash around her waist. She leaned down and took one of Marjorie’s nipples in her mouth and gave it a loud suck while pinching the other nipple. The result was two erect nipples. The sash was tied and they went back into the suite. Bethany gestured with her hand towards an outer space looking contraption.
“Have a seat Marge. Now what do we have in mind?” Ali stepped up.
“Short back and sides Bethany – but let’s keep the authentic sixties look okay – not too severe.” Bethany untied Marjorie’s sash as she was frozen in place. Bethany then opened the smock.
“Jesus Christ!” Marjorie looked down at her groin area.
“What?”
“I’ve never seen so much hair – how long since your last wax?”
“Wax – what are you talking about?” Ali put her hand on Marjorie’s shoulder and pointedly looked at Bethany.
“No wax today – just a trim and maybe a little shave to tidy up.” Bethany went over to the station and came back with a few hot towels and placed them on Marjorie’s thighs. Bethany lowered the chair back and got her equipment. An hour later Marjorie’s legs had been shaved all the way up to her groin. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into a nice V shape with a rounded top and shaved sides to make it neat. Her legs had been moisturised and massaged. Marjorie was completely relaxed. It had not been traumatic at all. She went to get up and discovered her underarms and upper lip had been shaved as well – she might have been asleep. Ali had gone out front and paid the cashier with her credit card and came back in and gave Bethany a twenty pound tip. “Thanks Bethany – that was very professional.” Ali went back in the suite. “Let’s get you dressed Marge we have an appointment next door.” They went into the alcove and Ali grabbed the industrial bra and threw it into the wastebin. “You won’t need that monstrosity ever again – not when we finish next door.”
“And what is next door pray tell?”
“Jerome is next door – a genius with lingerie – among his other talents.” Marjorie was very self-conscience walking along without a bra on – good thing it was only 50 feet to next door. Ali opened the door to the underwear shop and they stepped in. Jerome’s sister Germaine came up. She and Ali embraced and again kissed each other full on the lips.
“Welcome Ali – this way.” She turned and headed to the private lower level fitting room. Stepping through the door Marjorie was entering another totally alien space. Plush carpet with a wall of mirrors. They sat down on the seats that lined the walls opposite to the mirrors. The room was dominated by scarlet red.
“Relax Marge – we’ll have a cup of camomile tea.” Germaine left and a few minutes later returned with a gold coloured tray and two perfectly brewed camomile teas in vibrant coloured bone china cups. They had hardly finished the teas when Jerome swept in the room and closed the door behind him.
“Miss Ali – and this must be your friend Miss Marjorie.” His Jamaican accent was heavy – combined with his arm gesturing Marjorie could have thought he was a circus performer. In his mid-thigh length silk embroidered robe and Rastafarian hair he was a sight. It didn’t take long for Marjorie to notice the bulge in his robe concealing his massive cock. He held Marjorie’s hand and pulled her up and walked her over to the round raised platform in the centre of the room. “First we must remove this walking attire.” Without a protest from Marjorie Jerome had her naked in less than twenty seconds. He offered his hand and had her step onto the platform. As he stepped back he had a glaze come over his eyes. “What a magnificent figure woman.” As he cupped her breasts in his hands he sighed. “40 triple D cup.” He slid his hands down to her waist. “32 inch waist.” Then his hands fell to her hips. “38 inch hips.” Then he smacked her on the ass cheek. “And the ass that Bob Marley would be proud to kiss. You will need support Momma.” With that statement he was gone through the door. He returned a few minutes later with a corset like garment that encompassed a lovely bra. He held it up to her front and went around the back to fasten the Velcro clips. “No buttons, laces or hooks – easy to put on by yourself. Not a corset only for support of these lovely breasts.” He bent down and kissed each nipple taking them in turn into his mouth and sucking each one hard. Then he flipped up the bra cups and adjusted her breasts into each cup. He pointed at the mirror just a few feet away. “You see – your nipples are aroused – but they cannot be seen. Marjorie was pleased. The bustier was gorgeous in satin silk and lace with cream ribbons and bows. It was slightly boned and completely supported her breasts without straps. “Sit down lovely lady.” Marjorie sat on the edge of the platform. “I shall return.” And theatrically he breezed out of the room.
Ali came over and sat next to Marjorie. “Lovely huh?”
“Oh yes – he is a bit eccentric though.”
“Eccentric!” Ali laughed. “He’s Jamaican Marge.” Just then Jerome came back in and stepped over to where the women were sitting. He had a few panties in his hand that matched the fabric and colour of the bustier. He stroked his cock through the silk robe. Ali reached under his robe and lifted his cock with both hands. The robe fell away to reveal his manhood and Ali gently kissed his cock head and then put it in her mouth and began sucking. His cock grew harder and longer until she could not keep it in her mouth and she began licking the shaft up and down. She was moaning as she licked the length of his shaft when she felt Marjorie’s hand wrap around his cock.
“Oh My God – what a cock!” As she spoke Marjorie began to stroke his cock and Ali pulled her lips away. Marjorie placed her lips on the head and easily put his entire cock head in her mouth. Then to Ali’s amazement she took several inches down her throat and began sucking. She cupped his massive balls as she moaned and continued to suck more cock. Jerome kneeled on the platform shifting Marjorie’s back down on the platform. Ali slipped between Marjorie’s legs and spread her legs revealing the freshly trimmed and shaved pussy. She was already wet and her juices were flowing.
Ali put her mouth to the opening of Marjorie’s pussy to drink the elixir. She spread Marjorie’s pussy lips and began to lick her inner cavity. Then she came up and found her clit and began to suck. With that Marjorie arched her back and climaxed. Ali could taste the different juice cuming now from her aromatic pussy. As her legs began to quiver Jerome slid Ali over and he took her place between Marjorie’s prostate legs. He took her thighs and lifted them to completely expose Marjorie’s pussy and asshole. Bethany had done a very good job on Marjorie’s pubic hair. Still it was long and matted with fluid sticking to the skin. As Jerome placed his cock head against the opening of her pussy, Marjorie took in a short sharp gasp. “Oh yes fuck me you black bastard.” This didn’t offend Jerome it just made him thrust his cock in very hard. He pushed her legs back so her knees were at the sides of her head and he began to pump her wildly. Thrusting in and out Marjorie began to swear. “Yes fuck me you black animal – fuck me God Dam it – Oh motherfucker what a cock!”
Jerome was worked up and lasted more than 20 minutes pumping his cock into Marjorie. Ali lost count of the times she screamed in ecstasy one climax after another. The Vicar’s wife was more of an animal than Jerome – wrapping her stout legs pulling him in deeper. His balls were slapping against her ass hole and he trust in for the last time and began to cum. Marjorie screamed. “Yes – give me that black cum you bastard.” As he pulled his cock out of Marjorie’s pussy he was completely flaccid. He stood up.
“This white bitch has taken my seed and my soul.” He threw the panties to Ali. Pay Germaine for the top – the panties are free.” Ali went to the sink and made a wash cloth wet with hot water and went over to Marjorie and wiped her pussy clean. Jerome’s cum was still seeping out and Ali bent down to taste this black seed for herself. My God it was pungent with a strong acrid taste. She put the wash cloth on Marjorie’s pussy.
“Let’s get you dressed and I think you better keep that cloth down there you will be leaking for a while. We’ll go back to my place for a shower and a steam. You need to rest.”
“Rest – are you fucking crazy – I don’t need to rest – let’s go to your place I need you to fuck me. That’s what I need – not rest.” Marjorie’s bent up sexual frustration over the years had been released. Ali knew the feeling all too well.

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WHITE pt IV

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pt.IV
The morning came with a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean. Nikki opened her eyes and stretched. To her surprise, she felt refreshed and not hungover which, was a bonus. She made her way to the bathroom and flipped on the light. She looked to the vanity counter top. The night before, she’d decided to slip out of her panties and leave them next to the sink. She grinned and shook her head a little, seeing they were gone. She wondered how much more he’d enjoyed them still being wet from her. After a hot shower, she went to the dresser for a pair of panties. Except for her bras and socks, the drawer was empty. Apparently, he’d been ‘busier’ than she’d imagined. Grabbing a pair of small cut-off shorts from another drawer she shook her head and let out a laugh. “…Wow.”
Panty-less, she slipped into her shorts and slightly turned, admiring the absence of any panty lines. “Heh, who needs panties?” Following her bra, she buttoned up a long flowing linen shirt. She made her way to the living room, finding Chase had gone. He’d left a note saying he got up early and he was going out for awhile and to call him later to meet up. She put the note back on the table, noticing his new shorts were lying on the floor. She picked them up. The round spot on the front made her giggle. “..Poor thing.” Having the morning to herself, she made some coffee and decided on a light breakfast and a walk down the beach.
The breeze was still blowing in from the sea as she walked barefoot in the sand. She followed the beach past the resort’s pavilion and beyond the chalets on the other side. She rounded a bend and found herself without a building or person in sight. She continued on, walking along the water’s edge. With each wave, the water would flow in just over her feet and then wash back out again. The breeze moved the palm fronds and low lying ferns in a majestic sort of lullaby. It seemed to come in with the waves, blowing her shirt up and then back down. She closed her eyes taking in the feeling of it all. The sound of the waves and the way the water and breeze caressed her.. It was soothing and almost loving in a way. She found it an erotic and throbbing kind of rhythm. Rushing up on her before gently falling away. All of it, every tiny morsel of it made her think of Chase. She fell to her knees in the sand. Everything was making her think of him in that way now. Sniffling, she wiped away a few tears, “What am I doing?” Frustrated, her emotions overtook her and she began to sob openly. “What am I doing!..”
After a long tearful walk, she finally made her way back to the chalet. Her phone rang. It was Chase. Opening the door, she answered it. “Hey Kiddo. Whatcha doin?”
“Oh I’ve been out n about here and there. How bout you? ..I stopped by the room and you weren’t there.”
She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on the bed. “I took a nice peaceful walk down the beach.
“How was it?”
“It was quiet. By the way, we’re supposed to meet up with Mimi and Joe later. You still up for that?”
“Of course! I wouldn’t miss those two for anything. I just called to let you know where I am. I’m at the tiki bar across the street from the hotel. Oh, and I got you a little somethin too. look in the bathroom.”
“You did?” Nikki walked into the bathroom finding a small Victoria’s secret bag on the counter. “I see a bag on the counter..” She took a double-take as she pulled out what was inside. It was the same exact white string bikini Kaylyn had given her! Super sexy. Super tiny. SUPER thin. Kaylyn would love this kid, she thought. “Chase..ah..Thanks but um.. ..Not a chance in hell.”
“Oh. ..Sorry you don’t like it..”
“It’s not that… Honey, I love it.. It’s just that it’s a little on the thin side of appropriate for me to.. you know, wear for you…”
“That’s fine. I Just wanted to add to your collection and get you somethin white. Maybe we can return it tomorrow and find you somethin better.. Besides, since I’m a guy, it probably won’t fit anyway.” Chase laughed. “You know where to find me?”
“Yeah.” She said, pulling on a tank top. “I’ll be stop over there soon..Love you.”
Walking across the street Nikki strolled up to the tiki bar. It was a small humble looking place with tin roof and a patio bar. She looked it over but didn’t see Chase anywhere outside. Away from the bar there was a large opening in the side of the building where there were conventional tables and stool chairs and dart boards. She walked around the corner and inside.
She stopped for a second, spotting him. He was sitting at a table with his back to her. Sitting across from him was an attractive young bleach-blonde. She was obviously drunk, not to mention loud. Full of ‘Hee-Hee-Hees’ and ‘Ha-Ha-Has’. She was leaning over and touching Chase’s arm with every other word and laughing obnoxiously to anything he said. She also seemed to be trying her very best to bounce around, in addition to adjusting her bra as much as humanly possible.
“Fuckin valley girl…” Nikki started for the table, reaching into her purse.
Just as the girl touched Chase’s arm again he pulled away, “Ah!!”
“I’m sorry!” The girl laughed. “Did that hurt? Did I hurt you?? Haha..”
“No, it’s not my ar-Ah!” Chase winced with his hand between his legs.
“Hehee.. I can kiss your arm and make it better?”
He looked at her like she was from another planet. “What?”
Nikki smoothly walked up behind Chase and put her hand on his shoulder. “..Sorry sweetie, this boy’s already taken.”
A sour look came across the girl’s face as she looked back at Chase. “I thought you said you were here with your mother..”
“Yeah she– Ah!”
“I AM his mother.” Nikki said matter of factly
Irritated, the girl rolled her eyes. “Okay, AND?”
Nikki slowly walked to the other side of the table and pulled out an empty chair. She moved it closer to the young blonde and sat down “..’And’ I’m still breastfeeding him.”
“Mom, I -AHH!”
“Chase baby, be a doll and go order your dear mother and your friend here..”
“Brittney.” The girl said.
“..Of course. ..Baby, go order your dear mother and your friend, Brittney here a drink.” Nikki finished.
Chase stood up. “I’ll try but, I don’t thin-OWWW! Dammit… Okay! ..I’m on it.”
“Good boy.” Nikki purred, watching him turn for the bar.
“We were just talki-..”
“I know.” Nikki interrupted, crossing her legs. She took her sunglasses off and leaned back in her chair, looking at her.
The girl shot her an evil squint.
Nikki’s eyes remained even. Steady and expressionless.
The girl rolled her eyes again and looked away, shaking her head.
Nikki leaned forward, behind the girl’s ear. She whispered in a slow, unchanging tone. “Listen bitch.. If your candy ass isn’t out the door before I get to ‘three’, your plastic surgeon’s gonna have alot more than little tits to fix.”
Scrambling from her seat the girl bolted nearly colliding with Chase as he returned. He turned, watching her half-run, half-stumble out of the bar. The few people that were inside began clapping.
Nikki looked up at him. “I’m sorry honey, I…”
“Sorry?? It’s perfect! How’d you get rid of her? Chase exclaimed.
Nikki gave him a confused look.
“The drunk chick..” He said pointing out the door. “She’s been a pain in the ass for the last few hours. She came around all loud and kept buggin us and gettin in the way of the game. I finally just sat her down to shut her up. Hell, the bartender cut her off like an hour ago..”
“Us? ..Game?”
Chase pointed to opposite the corner of the room. There were three guys standing around a pool table waiving.
“..Hi.” Nikki said, sheepishly waiving back. She smiled at Chase. “Sorry I zapped ya. You okay?”
Of course I am. Goes away pretty quick. You were great though! I just wish I could’ve heard what else you said to her..”
Nikki quickly stood up. “I gotta go. I forgot something in the room. You gonna hang out here for awhile yet?”
“Yeah. Actually, the guys in the back there were talking about maybe playing some volleyball too so, I was thinkin I’d join em..”
“Sounds good, sweetie. Have fun. Just remember, we told Joe and Mimi we’d meet them at the pavilion later..” Nikki Kissed him on the cheek and turned for the door.
As she hurried for the door, Chase’s curiosity got the better of him. “So what did you say to her?” He called.
Nikki turned around, walking backwards. She winked at him. “I told her you had a rare, contagious skin disease.”
“Nice!”
As soon as she was outside she put her hand over her mouth. She didn’t know how to feel about any of it. She was sick to her stomach. Her mind raced. She was coming unglued. Crossing the street in a speed-walk she desperately fumbled for her phone.
“Hey Nix!”
“Kay, I’m going insane.”
“Of course you are. Hmm let’s seee…Great looks, good money, perfect body, stuck on a tropical island with a gorgeous hot guy. Who wouldn’t be unhappy?”
“Seriously, I think I’m going crazy.
“You don’t like the resort?”
“Real cute, Kaylyn. You’ve got one comin for that by the way.”
“Chase like the shorts i sent him?”
“Kaylyn!”
“Okay okay.. What’s the matter?”
Nikki began to sniffle.
“Oh Nikki baby, what happened? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. It’s just..”
“Go on..”
“..Well it’s like everything you were saying at Pink’s is unfolding and happening right in front of me. ..Like it’s all true.”
“What is? Your cherry’s grown back?”
Nikki laughed a little, wiping her eyes dry. “No. …You know, the other stuff about sons and their mothers.”
“Oh I see..”
“It’s like something changed while he was away and now that he’s come back thing’s are the same but different. We’re a different us. He looks at me in a different way that’s for sure. Like I’m not just ‘mom’ anymore If you get my drift.. ”
“So are you thinkin he wants you?”
Nikki let out a nervous laugh. “Um, yeah I’d say I’m pretty convinced.”
“How so?”
“Well eh, he took a picture of me when I was asleep on the the plane and the next day I saw him looking at it and eh..”
“And?”
“…And he was jacking off to it with a pair of my panties.
“Really?? Wow, Nikki. ..That’s kinda hot. Did he, you know.. finish?”
“Oh he finished alright..”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s just say, he’s a real baby-maker.”
“Alot eh?”
“Big time. Kay, I still can’t believe how much It was.. It was all over the place! Like a quart of it! I didn’t think that was even possible!”
“Mmm.. I’ve heard of super mega loads like that before. Never seen one though. Some guys are just blessed with the gift of sperm I guess. Sounds yummy.” Kaylyn giggled. “Did ya bust him?”
“No, he didn’t see me and he doesn’t know I was there so I just left it at that. ..But then last night we shared a cab with another couple and I had to sit on his lap. Kay, he got hard right there beneath me. I mean, like really hard. Right between my legs.”
“How’d that treat ya?”
“Aside from it being insanely awkward, it was lovely.”
“I bet it was. I see what you mean though..when you say things are the same but different…
“Duh! You think?
“I do..You just referred to yourself and Chase as a ‘couple’.”
Nikki opened the door to the chalet and closed it behind her. “I did?”
“You did.”
“Well I guess that’s kinda the problem. I can’t stop thinking about him in those ways.. But I still feel like his mother too. I still see him as my son. ..My son that i’m just head over heels for.” Nikki started sniffling again. “Now, everything maternal is getting tied into it and making it even worse. My hormones are just raging! Oh, and did I tell you I’m fricken leaking?”
“Leaking?”
“I’m lactating! ..Producing milk! I mean, what the hell? Kay, Help!”
“But, how??”
“I don’t know! It just sorta happened! I’m freakin out here!”
“When did THAT start??”
“I don’t know, they started feeling sore and stuff on Sunday when I met Chase at the airport. I guess It was Monday when I started producing though.”
“But how much?..Just a one time thing or..”
“No, they’re in FULL mommy-mode. I can hardly fit in anything!”
“Wow..” Kaylyn said slowly. “Is it all the time?”
“No, but once a day at least. They flow like a river if I’m really turned on though.”
“Well yeah, I suppose they would..”
“What really sucks is, it seems like I’m turned on more and more. It’s like I’m in heat or something. I’m ready to pull my hair out!
“Have you tried to get yourself off?”
“Like crazy. It’s not helping!”
“Well I guess you could always find some beach bum surfer guy to take it out on..”
“Oh cmon Kay, get real! For one, you know I don’t go for randoms. And for two, even if I did, it’s the worst possible time in my cycle anyway. If I go anywhere near a penis this week I’m in BIG trouble..”
“Insta-preg eh?”
“Definitely.”
“Bummer. ..I hate that week. I suppose using just a condom is still a little too risky..”
“Totally. ..It doesn’t matter anyway. I already told you, there’s no way I’m hookin up with some stranger off the beach.”
“..It’s pretty narrowed down then isn’t it.”
“Huh?”
“You already know what you want…Just admit it.”
“What’s that’s supposed to mean??”
“You know exactly what I mean. If you want it so bad then just go get it.”
“You mean Chase? Honestly! I’m really startin to think you’re messed up in the head! I’m his fucking mother, Kaylyn. He’s my own fucking son! What the hell is wrong with you??”
“Look Nicole, you’re the one who called ME remember? I’m Just tryin to help. And I’m not messed up in the head. You’re just pissy cuz you know it’s the truth and you’re afraid there’s something ‘wrong’ with YOU. It’s the whole reason you called me in the first place. Life’s a bitch, Nikki. It doesn’t mean you gotta be one too..”
“I know, I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to help. I’m just so confused and frustrated. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Just seeing the type of hunger in his eyes when he looks at me.. It feels like he’s burning right into to me. Like he’s making love to every inch of me with just a look. …And there I am soaking it in and gushing from head to toe about it! It scares the hell outta me, Kay! I’m terrified that i’m turning into the worst, most horrible mother in the world. I don’t know how to fix it. I mean, what would you do if you were me? If you were in my shoes wouldn’t you be just a little freaked out?”
“Well if I were you, and Chase was my son.. I think I’d feel the same way at first but, I’d probably work through it pretty quick. I see the whole issue a lot differently than you though…I think i’d maybe kind of embrace it..”
“But Kay, why?”
“I guess I just don’t see it as being a big tragic type of thing. Maybe kind of a happy one if it was a tragedy at all.. Nikki, you and Chase have something so many people only dream of. You’ve been better halves for so long that to me, it was only a matter of time before you kind of took a step toward one another. It just makes sense. Look, Chase worships the ground you walk on and you’re the only woman he’s ever loved. You’re also the most gorgeous woman he’s probably ever set eyes on, or ever will for that matter. And now, he’s come back from going out into the world, finding no one can stack up. I mean honestly, do you have any clue at all how you make other women look when they stand next to you? Can you blame the poor kid? Besides, I know for a fact that he’s the only man you’ve ever loved also. Knowing you, he’s probably the only one you ever will. ..And Nikki you’re not becoming a bad mother. In fact, I don’t think it would make you a ‘horrible mother’ at all. It might sound crazy but, for me, I think It would feel like I was being a better mother not a worse one…”
“Soooo… What are you saying?”
“We’ll you asked what I would do… I think you know what I would do..”
“Seriously though? Like for real?? ..You can’t be serious..”
“I’m dead serious!”
“OH Cmon!”
“You asked!” Kaylyn laughed. “..Honestly! I totally would. ‘Mama Kay’ would take care of business..”
“You’re not helping.”
“All I said is what I would do. I didn’t say it was something YOU should do.”
“So what ‘should’ I do then?”
“I say do what you wanna do. What that is, is up to you. Maybe nothing at all.”
“Um yeah, I’m leaning towards nothing at all.. At least you made me laugh anyway.. I’m too stressed out to think straight about any of it. So is there anything I’m missing out on up there?” Nikki asked, changing the subject.
“Not too much aside from Ang and her brother..”
“Oh?”
Kaylyn laughed. “Yeah! I was talkin with Jennifer the other day. She says she’s starting to ‘wonder’ about some things. Evidently, her husband has been spending a lot of time at his little sister’s apartment lately..”
“No way! Ang?” Nikki was shocked.
“Yup! No lie! Apparently, She’s been inviting him over almost every night since, oh about the end of last week! Hee!”
“I never would’ve thought Ang would..Oh my god. ” Nikki laughed.
“I know, right? That’s not all. Jennifer said that every time he goes over there, Angie’s boyfriend, Brian leaves the apartment right after Danny gets there. Then he comes back right before Danny leaves. I guess Brian told Jennifer he leaves because he wants to give them some ‘brother-sister time’. ”
“You mean her boyfriend’s in on it?”
“Totally!! He has to be! I guess he even volunteers to pick him up for her. Now THAT’S ‘boy-training’! Good boy!” Kaylyn laughed. “…Wouldn’t surprise me anyway. He seems laid back enough. Hell, maybe he’s the one that told her she should do it…Whatever the case, It’s all green lights for her to give her big brother a little ‘therapy.’
“Who knows? She certainly didn’t sit around deliberating that’s for sure.. But I suppose after getting what Kim sent her, I doubt it took much persuading..” Nikki giggled.
“I know!” Kaylyn laughed “She was SO worked up! Good for her though! She’s a little giver! …Uh oh I’d gotta run. The Brit just gave me the stink eye. I’m supposed to be on my way to the airport right now. Good luck dealing with your little situation down there.. And Nikki listen, try to relax a little okay?. At least try to enjoy the rest of your vacation. Love ya, ‘Sexy mama’! Hee!”
“Thanks deary, Love you too.”
Nikki put her phone in her back pocket and leaned against the bathroom door frame. She looked up, seeing herself in the mirror. She stepped into the bathroom studying herself in the reflection. Her eyes fell to the vanity and the white bikini top spread out on the countertop. Bringing her hands to her hips, she sighed heavily. She stood there thinking. After several minutes of grinding her teeth and swaying her hips from one side to the other, she reached for her phone.
“Chase, I’m goin out for awhile. How about I pick you up another pair of those shorts?”
“That’d be great, thanks! I love em.”
“Good! I’ll leave em in the room for ya. Do you wanna just meet up at the pavilion then?”
“Sounds good! I’ll need to stop back at the room later for a shower anyway.”
“Perfect! See ya then!”

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