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Secret Room 6

Misty looked out the window as Mike walked up the street. They were having a cop convention outside his house, it seemed. There were seven or eight cop cars parked on his lawn, and at least a dozen officers milling around in his front yard. Four of them spotted Mike and moved to intercept him as he started up his front walk.
She saw him shake his head and point at the house, and then two more of them hurried over. Mike was arguing with them, and all six of them went up the steps into his house. She wished she could hear what they were saying.
Mike walked towards his house and was intercepted on his walkway.
“Excuse me, sir, you can’t go in. This is a crime scene.” he was told by a blue suit.
“That’s as may be, but I’m going in. This is my house.” Mike told him, pushing past the cop.
Two more of them hurried over, in plain clothes. “Are you Michael Ménage?” he was asked.
“Of course I am.” Mike replied. “You already knew that.”
“Do you know what happened here?” the other detective demanded. Mike just looked at him.
“Well, I know that there was a lot of dead bodies in there, and there’s bullet holes all through the place. Excuse me, you’re in my way. I need to go get my medications.”
“Sir, you can’t go in there right now. We have a forensics team going over the place with a fine tooth comb, and you could contaminate evidence.” said the first one, stepping in front of Mike and blocking him.
“If I don’t get my meds, I could die.” Mike told him. “I think that outweighs any `contamination` issues.”
“We need to ask you some questions first.” said the second detective, putting his hand on Mike’s arm to stop him from going around the one in his way.
“Excuse me Officer, but am I under arrest?” Mike demanded to know. The cop immediately removed his hand and flushed bright pink.
“Well, no, but-” he started to say, but Mike cut him off.
“Then I am going into my house and getting my medication that was prescribed by my doctor and that I could die if I don’t get.” he said heatedly. “Now, get out of my way, or I’ll sue the whole city.”
“I’ll be glad to escort you inside so you can retrieve whatever is necessary for your survival” said the second plain-clothes detective. He gave a nod and a frown to his partner, who stepped back and let them pass.
“Well, thank you for that.” Mike said, going up the walkway.
“So do you know what happened here?” asked the detective, following closely behind him.
“Nope.” said Mike. “It’s looks like a gang war in there, though.”
“Funny you should mention that.” said the detective. “Do you know the identity of any of the men in there?”
“No.” Mike answered, going up the steps. The front door was wide open, and he pretended to recoil a bit at the sight of all the blood on his hardwood floor.
“I was in here yesterday, but there are more dead men now.” he said, putting his hand up to his mouth. “I don’t know if… if I can…”
“It’s okay, Mr. Ménage. I understand. Could I go in and get your meds for you?”
“That… that might be best.” he said weakly. “I believe I’ll just stay out here on the porch.” He went over and sat on his porch swing. “My meds are in the medicine cabinet on the second floor.” he said. I’ll need my Valiums as well. They are on the bedside table in the Master bedroom.”
“Okay, you just stay there, and I’ll be right back.” the detective promised.
As he went in, his partner came back up and stood on the porch next to him.
“So, why do you think they picked your house to have a gang war in?” he asked.
“I have no idea.” Mike answered. “Why don’t you ask them?”
“That’s what Forensics is doing right now.” he said, wryly. “It will be a lot faster and cheaper if you just tell me, though.”
“If I knew, I would.” he said. “Those are my tax dollars at work in there. What theories do the police have at the moment?”
“Well, you might be interested to know that we found your secret room in the basement, and even though it’s against regulations, I’ll tell you that your wife was tortured in there. We found one of her nipples on the floor. You know anything about that?”
“Oh, God, Cindy…” he said, covering his face with his hands. He tottered over to the porch swing and sat down heavily. “Oh, God, Cindy.” The officer heard him choke back a sob.
It was calculated to make the cop feel uncomfortable in front of a man about to cry, but it didn’t. The cop wasn’t a rookie, and just cleared his throat, clearly indicating that he wasn’t leaving.
“Sir? If you could pull yourself together, I have more questions for you.” he said, sounding less than sympathetic.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly answer anymore questions without my lawyer here.” he said, lowering his hands as his tears dried up. His cheeks were genuinely wet, tho, the cop couldn’t deny the emotion he’d just witnessed. Mike was obviously distraught, but also had pulled himself together enough to speak the magic words.
“Oh, well, you don’t need your lawyer for the questions I’m going to be asking.” said the cop smoothly. “Why don’t you start with what time you got here yesterday morning?”
“I don’t remember.” Mike told him. “I’m going inside and call her right now.”
“Ah, I can’t let you go in there.” the officer told him. “That’s a crime scene, and closed.”
“I don’t think I could stand to be in there right now anyway.” Mike agreed, getting up. “I’m going down the street to my friend’s house to make the call.”
The cop followed him off the porch and out to the sidewalk. Mike turned to look at him.
“Am I under arrest?” he asked.
“No, sir.” the cop answered. They were both on the sidewalk outside his house.
“Are you going to be following me all day?” he asked nastily. “I’m entitled to a little privacy while I consult my lawyer, and I’m very sure you’re not invited into my friends house, so why don’t you go get a warrant for her house to arrest me, because that’s where I’m going.”
The cop just looked at him blankly, then looked around for his partner, still inside. His orders said Mike Ménage was only to be arrested if he blatantly refused to cooperate, and he hadn’t. Mike was striding purposefully down the street, and the cop just watched him go. Three houses down on the same side of the street, Mike turned and went up the walk and entered a neighbor’s house without knocking. The cop spoke into his radio, and 5 minutes later, the first press van pulled up. It started raising the mast antenna before it had finished rolling to a halt across the street from the neighbor’s place he’d gone in.
“Hello viewers, I’m Amanda Foakmey, and we’re coming to you live outside this house in a normally quiet, peaceful neighborhood here in suburban Lakeside. Up the street there, you can see all sorts of police activity outside the last house on this street, where we are told dozens of men were killed, along with two uniformed police officers. Additionally, there are rumors of a woman being tortured and murdered here, but nobody seems willing to substantiate that.
“We are outside this house, where the owner of the first house, site of all the grisly murders is reported to be inside. It is unclear at this time if he is implicated in these murders or not, but he is definitely a “Person of Interest” according to one officer who does not wish to be named.
“Oh, wait! I see movement! Rob, are you getting this? Yes… it appears that someone… a man… is exiting the house! He’s coming this way!
“Sir!! Sir! If I might have a moment of your time? Sir?”
Mike turned to the lady reporter and smiled weakly.
“Can I help you? That’s my house up there, and I need to go…” he said, holding up one hand.
“Your name, sir? For our viewers?”
“I’m Mike. Mike Ménage.” he said. “Please? I need to go see about my wife. Well, my ex-wife, to be exact, but still…”
“Is she the woman who was murdered in there?” Amanda asked him, holding the microphone out to him.
“I… well, the police told me she is dead, but I don’t know where…”
“How about the dozens of dead men in there? Any idea who they were?” she asked.
“I don’t know any of them by face…” he said, “But the police told me it was… I think… Sal Mineo and his men? I think he’s… was… some sort of organized crime figure, but I don’t know about such things. I hear stuff, though.”
“They told you that? Sal Mineo is dead in your house?” she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
“Look, I really shouldn’t be out here, talking to you like this. I really have to go. I have to find out about my wife… where she is. I have to see her.” Mike sounded really distraught as he said this last, his voice choking up.
“Yes, of course.” she said, letting him turn away. “There you have it, folks, straight from one of the witnesses himself, and the owner of the house where dozens of bodies, dead bodies, were carried out earlier today. Allegedly, the police told him one of the dead men was Sal Mineo, and others were his henchmen, but as yet the police have not positively identified ANY of the corpses found inside.
“This is Amanda Foakmey, reporting to you live from Lakewood. Back to our regularly scheduled programming, and we will bring you more news from here as it happens.”
The lights on the camera went off, and she hurried after Mike to catch up with him.
“Sir?” she called out. “Mr. Ménage?”
“Yes?” he said, turning. He sounded much less distraught than he had a moment ago on camera. “What do you want? I gave you your interview. Please leave me in peace.”
“I know, sir, but I was wondering if I could convince you to give me the exclusive. I’m sure my station would be willing to make it worth your while.”
“Hmm.” he said thoughtfully. “An exclusive, eh? What would you personally be willing to do to guarantee I won’t call channel 5 once I get inside?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. “My station will be willing to pay you quite a large amount of money if what you just told me about Sal Mineo turns out to be true.”
“Oh, it is true.” he said. “And the money is one thing. That’s what the station has to do to guarantee my exclusive. What are you willing to do for me to ensure that you are the only reporter I will work with? This is a big story; could be a Pulitzer if you play it right.”
“What would you want?” she asked right back.
“Take a guess.” he smiled. “Your station will be giving me money. What could I possibly want from a beautiful, famous lady reporter such as yourself?”
“Mr. Ménage!! I am not a prostitute!” she exclaimed, looking hurt and offended. “I’ve never slept with anyone for a story, ever!”
“I never said you were.” he agreed. “But now you’ll never be a Pulitzer winner, either.” He started to turn back towards the house. “Please excuse me. I have to go call Alexis Morgan from channel 5.”
“Wait!! Mr. Ménage! Don’t do that! I’ll- I’ll come with you. I want this story.” she said, hurrying up to catch him as he reached the steps.
“Not here.” he said. “Come pick me up in an hour in your car and take me to your house. This is my neighbor’s house; I have her daughter babysit my son once in a while. We can’t do anything here. We are going to need privacy, and I assume we’ll have more of that at your place. Unfortunately, mine is crawling with police of all sorts.”
“Umm, okay.” she said, uncertainly. She turned back to the TV van and walked slowly towards it, her head down as she stared at the ground.
“Amanda?” he called out to her. She turned to look at him. “One hour. In sixty one minutes, I’m calling channel five.” She nodded at him weakly and climbed into the van. A moment later, it started lowering the antenna after starting up, then pulled out from the curb and went down the street.
He went back inside, where Misty was waiting for him.
“Wow, what did you say to her?” Misty asked him as he came through the door. “I’ve never met anyone who was on T.V. before.”
“I just gave her the bare bones of what’s been happening lately.” he said. “In an hour, she’s going to pick me up, and I’ll grant her an exclusive interview.”
“Yeah, right.” Misty snorted. “You’re going to strip her bare, and bone her for an hour.”
“What’s the matter, Misty? Jealous?” Mike grinned at the girl.
“Not really.” Misty said lightly. “As long as you promise that you’ll be here tomorrow to fuck me and my Mom some more.”
“Oh, hell yeah, you know it!” he grinned. “I just found the two of you; think I’m going to let the best thing to ever happen to me go so easily? Not on your life!!”
He went into the bathroom – alone- and ran his fingers through his hair, splashed some water on his face, then went out and sat on the couch to wait for Amanda to arrive.

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Her Wish

Wow. I’ve been gone for a long time. My computer busted about 2 months ago and I had to get a new one. Sorry about the delay, I hope this next two part story makes up for it. As always, only constructive notes and criticisms and if I get enough good feedback, I’ll continue this story arc.

Fantasm

Warehouse Ghosts Part 1

Elena’s just moved into a new apartment, only to find out its old inhabitants are still around. The dark sprits demand to be satisfied and unbeknownst to Elena… she’ll satiate all of their needs, whether she wants to or not.

Fantasy

How I Got a Harem: the beginning

In high school I was in love with my best friend, Ashley. Ashley was a lovely girl with jet black hair that bounced in curls down to her shoulders. She had a face that was both cute and gorgeous and a smile that melted me. She was of medium height, maybe 5’5”, with a curvy but trim body. I drooled for years over her full breasts, perfectly proportioned C-cups, that she displayed in tight t-shirts. She was down to earth and funny, not at all stuck up even though she got plenty of attention, and I absolutely adored her.
Even though Ashley was constantly being hit on, she didn’t show much interest in any guys at our school, except me. I couldn’t figure out why, exactly, Ashley liked me so much. She had her pick of guys and she chose to be with me, and I wasn’t going to second guess her decision. Ashley and I spent the latter half of high school doing what most high schoolers do: diving blindly into the world of sexuality. Ashley and I fucked like rabbits for about two years, exploring our new desires and emotions. We hit the tip of the iceberg, really, when it came to sexual exploration, but at the time it seemed wild.
When high school finally ended I was heading to the West Coast, across the country, for college. She was still undecided about her future, planning to take a year off, and I asked her to come with me. After both of us pouring our hearts out and some tear-jerking moments, she rejected my final advance and left in tears. I went away to college and our worlds separated.
Four years of college effectively erased Ashley from my mind. Of course I remembered her, but it seemed so long ago and far away. I’d spent my college years fucking many a co-ed and Ashley’s crystal blue eyes were but a distant memory.
Two years out of college, 24 years old, I’d moved to Colorado and had landed quite a unique consulting job. I made a lot of money, especially since I was still single so my expenses were pretty low, and I was able to work from home about 90% of the time. I bought a decent house well out in the deserted wilderness because I liked the peace and quiet. I still made the long trip into the city to hit the bars and meet women but for the most part I had a kingdom to myself. I had never met the right girl to settle down with and so my kingdom was devoid a queen. That would all change in a big way.
A knock on my door at 11:30 at night startled me awake. I had dozed off in my office, trying to finish a bit of work so I could take the next day off, and the noise at the door initially scared me. Who could be here, this late, this far from civilization. I figured burglars or murders probably wouldn’t knock, but who then?
When I gazed through the peephole I saw two figures, shrouded in darkness and wrapped in clothing, huddled together on the porch. It was cold out, snowing lightly, and I could see them shivering. When I opened the door and one stepped forward I finally saw her face: Ashley.
She stood for a second looking me over before throwing her arms around me and squeezing tight. “Mark, oh God, I am so glad to see you!” she said into my shoulder. She had layers of clothing on but feeling her press into me brought back vivid memories. She and her companion had a few bags and looked tired and ragged.
“Ashley, what are you, wait, come in, it’s freezing out,” I said, opening the door and grabbing her bags. She and the other figure, a woman I could see now, stepped inside and shook off their chill. The second woman removed her hood and I saw now she was just a girl, a teenager, and she looked shy and concerned. She had a delicate, lovely face with smooth features and sandy hair. She was as tall as Ashley but looked smaller in stature.
“Mark, this is my… cousin, Tracie,” Ashley said. Tracie smiled warmly at me when I shook her tiny hand and told her to make herself comfortable. “Mark, I know this is crazy, real crazy, but can we crash here for the night?”
“Yeah, of course, you’re not going back out there,” I laughed. I pointed Tracie to a bathroom and then turned to Ashley. “Ash, what gives, how’d you find me?”
“Oh, I kept in touch with some high school friends who’ve kept track of where people spread out to, so, it wasn’t that hard,” she said as she removed her winter layers. Her hair was still dark and curly but a bit shorter than it had been. I was surprised to see a silver ring through her left nostril. She still had a trim figure and hadn’t changed much, though I noticed the hint of a tattoo that started on her upper arm and snuck somewhere behind her clothes.
“What’s going on?” I asked concerned, “Where’s your car?”
“We took a cab. He dropped us off in town, didn’t want to drive up here with the snow.”
“In town?” I asked, shocked. “Then how’d you get up here, its at least a couple of miles?”
“Yeah,” she shrugged, “we walked.”
“Jesus!”
“Well, we couldn’t afford it anymore anyways. We were heading west and it seems we ran out of money on your doorstep, what are the chances of that?” she smiled, tilting her head and looking at me with a depth of understanding behind her hypnotic eyes.
“Yeah, well, listen, anything you need.”
“Thanks, Mark, really,” she leaned in and kissed my cheek. Tracie returned, sans outer clothing as well, and I saw an athletic form hugged tight by jeans and a t-shirt. I tried to hide the fact that I was checking her out, both of them really, but I was able to ascertain she sported perky breasts, B-cups probably, and a slender body. She had long legs and her smile was breathtaking. Both of them were thrilled when I directed them to the kitchen and offered up something warm to eat.
As they munched I cracked a beer and began to inquire about how they made it all the way out here. Their story seemed sketchy and fragmented, both of them seemed unsure about the details, but the consensus was that Ashley was taking her cousin on a friendly cross country sight-seeing trip. Both of them dodged questions about the timing of the trip, it seemed to me Tracie should’ve been in school at the time. Unsatisfied and certain I hadn’t received the full story, my visitors said they were tired and needed to sleep.
“Well,” I said, “I have spare rooms but no spare beds.”
“It’s ok,” Ashley said, “Tracie can take the couch and I’ll take the floor, if you have some spare blankets and pillows?” I did, so I set them up in the living room before heading upstairs to bed. I was awake for a long while, questions about this new development were bouncing around my head, and at some late hour I heard some noises downstairs.
Curiosity had gotten the best of me. I was convinced there was more going on here than I was told, so I decided to creep down the stairs and investigate. I’ll admit, thoughts of lurid sexual misdeeds did flash through my mind, but I quieted them and assumed I would never be so lucky as to have two bombshell lesbians appear at my front door. Turns out, I was a very, very lucky man.
My carpeted stairs were silent and I snuck with as much stealth as I could muster towards the living room, the source of the mysterious noises. As I got closer I recognized the sounds, flustered grunts and satisfied moans are unmistakable, and my cock began to rise. I stood behind a free-standing pillar at the edge of the living room and peered in, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim moonlight that streamed through the sliding glass doors on the far side of the room.
As I’d hoped, there was a tangle of lesbian sex in my living room. Tracie, her skin looking deliciously smooth, was on her hands and knees on the floor, her ass directed at me. She still had on a t-shirt and her pink panties were wrapped around her knees. It was difficult for me to make out the key details, I was dying to see the intricate folds and spaces of her young pussy, but in the dark all I could tell was her soft love hole was filled by Ashley’s middle and ring fingers of her left hand, pumping in and out at a rapid tempo. Ashley was kneeling beside Tracie, fully clothed in pajama pants and a long t-shirt, and was happily fingering her young “cousin.” With her right hand, Ashley held a handful of Tracie’s hair and was pulling her head back slightly, eliciting moans from Tracie’s soft lips.
Ashley’s fingers bottomed out and Tracie convulsed, a warm orgasm overtaking her, and she threw one hand up to her mouth to stifle a shout. Ashley was voracious, she had a lust for Tracie that made my cock strain and pulse, and she simply couldn’t get enough. Ashley, not giving Tracie much time to recover, climbed above her and mounted her. She kept her two fingers deep inside Tracie’s pussy and placed her own at the base of her hand. Ashley thrust her hips, using them to push on her hand and fuck downwards into Tracie. The two were soon fucking hard again, Ashley using her fingers like some kind of strap on dildo to fuck Tracie.
By the time Tracie had shook out her second orgasm and the two had collapsed in a pile of kissing and caressing my cock was flexed to the max. It ached for attention, and I knew I had enough mental images to enjoy myself. I desperately wanted, as any sane man would, to join these two, but even with the history between Ashley and I, I had no idea how to go about making that happen.
I retired to my room and freed my suffocating cock. I was very proud of my size and strength, plenty of women over the years had fallen more in love with my cock than with me, and on this night my erection was stronger than it had ever been. I wrapped my hand around it and surprised myself, it felt larger and thicker than it had before. I had never been this turned on in my life and my cock was straining. I stroked it slowly, savoring the images that played in my mind, until I heard footsteps in the hallway.
I dove beneath the covers and pretended to be asleep. There was a gentle knock on my door. “Mark,” I heard a soft voice whisper. “Mark, can you hear me?”
“Mmm, yeah?” I mumbled, pretending to be half-asleep.
“I need to talk to you, can I come in?” Through the door I couldn’t tell whose voice I was hearing. I looked at the clock and saw it was past four.
“Yeah, come in,” I said back. The door cracked open and I was surprised to see Tracie slip inside. She still had on only panties and her tee, her long legs were smooth and snowy white, and she sat on the edge of the bed. I sat up slightly, careful to bunch the covers up and obscure my throbbing erection.
“Mark, sorry to wake you like this, but, I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel right to lie to you. Look, I’m not Ashley’s cousin. We’re not related. I’m her girlfriend.” I acted surprised.
“But you’re…”
“Fifteen? Yeah, I know, we’re nine years apart,” Tracie chuckled. “I’ve heard that argument before. But we’re in love, we don’t care about any of that.” I nodded, not understanding how Ashley and Tracie would wind up together. Tracie answered my unspoken question. “Look, Ashley’s family disowned her when they found out she liked girls too,” Too? “like when she was twenty, long before she met me, of course. Anyways, she went through some rough times, got into some shit she probably shouldn’t have, and hit rock bottom.”
I thought about Ashley suffering, alone and troubled, and my heart sank.
“When I met her she was kind of in rough shape. We met at some shitty country music festival, she had a tent there and was smoking a lot of pot. I kind of came from a rough family situation myself, so we hit it off, she used to say I was fourteen going on thirty, and I don’t know, we just clicked. She and I fell passionately for each other.” Upon saying this I noticed two hard points poking through her shirt, she obviously hadn’t worn a bra to bed, and reminiscing about passionate sex like the kind I’d just witnessed was exciting her. “A year later we came out to my parents, the drunk, ignorant fucks they are.” I couldn’t believe the mouth on this teenager. “They couldn’t handle it, said I couldn’t live under their roof if I didn’t change my ways, so we ran away together. And here we are.” Tracie kind of shrugged.
My cock took notice of her tantalizing nipples, as well as the soft curves of her legs and hips as she sat on the bed.
“Well, Tracie, I’m sorry for your troubles and all, and I’m happy to help you and Ashley out in any way I can, but you didn’t have to wake me up to tell me all this.”
Tracie’s eyes lowered. “Well, there’s more. You see Mark, in the year I’ve known Ashley it has become very clear that she loves me. It has also become quite clear that her heart and soul still belong to you.”
I stammered a response, not quite sure what to say.
“Mark, she said we were coming here because you were the only person who could help us, the only person she trusted. And that’s true, but I know she wanted to see you again.”
“But it’s been six years?” I said, not sure how this was all possible.
“Doesn’t matter, she loves you,” Tracie sighed. “She’s told me everything about you,” she paused and her eyes shot a meaningful glance at the covers that hid my still raging hard on, “and I feel as close to you as she does. I can already tell, just by watching her since we’ve gotten here, that she’s got conflicting emotions flying around her head.”
“Well, I don’t know…”
Tracie interrupted me. “So, basically, I think we have two options. One: we leave once we are on our feet, and for the rest of our lives together I’ll always see the hint of regret and sadness in Ashley’s eyes. Even though I know she loves me, she won’t be able to tear herself cleanly from you. She never has.”
There was a long pause.
“Or?” I asked.
“Think about it,” Tracie began to say. She slowly moved over me, straddling me, pressing her hips down and placing her soft face next to mine. She whispered into my ear, grinding her hips and pressing my cock against her clit through the layers of fabric. “Ahhhhh, or we stay. I can’t live without Ashley. And she can’t live without you. Do the math, Mark, sounds to me like I can’t live without you either.” She was slowly rubbing herself against my straining cock and she softly kissed my mumbling lips.
“So you mean?” I rambled as she teased me.
“Exactly. I know it’s crazy but it seems like the only situation where everyone wins, right? Any other outcome ends in heartbreak for somebody, maybe everybody.” Tracie’s tongue flicked across my lips and I lost my self control. I reached my hands up and grabbed her slender hips. She moaned as I pressed my cock against her and our mouths began a furious battle to see who could push their tongue deeper. Her kiss was thorough but not sloppy, more skillful than I expected for a fifteen year old, and then I remembered that she probably learned to kiss from Ashley, whose mouth I remembered to be tantalizing.
I reached down and squeezed her ass, each cheek fitting perfectly in my hands, and I wondered if I was about to deflower someone who wasn’t even old enough to drive.
Tracie stopped us. “Mark, look, I don’t want to do this yet, not without Ashley.”
I agreed, though my cock would have happily kept going. “So, how do we make this happen?”
“Ashley is still lying to herself, convinced that we’ll leave in a day or two and everything will be fine. You have to make the move, but I know she’ll go for it. Just, I don’t know, take her. Tomorrow. Just grab her, kiss her, and it will all happen, I know it.”
She kissed me once more and pulled away. “I should get back down there. I’ll follow your lead.”
Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep for the rest of the night either. I spent the hours thinking the scenario through, thinking about what it would mean. I lived alone, away from nosey neighbors. I worked from home mostly and made more than enough money to support three people. Tracie was young, a legal problem for sure if it ever came up, but if she had been truthful then it sounded like she’d run away from a careless home and she seemed mature enough to handle this whole situation. Most importantly, lets be honest, I was dying to fuck both of these girls. Over and over again.
When the sun rose I was confident that it could work and I couldn’t wait a second longer to make it happen. I slipped down the stairs in only my briefs, my cock already ready for the festivities, and I saw Tracie was wide awake waiting for me. She was lying on the couch and smiling at me. Ashley was on the floor under some blankets, sound asleep. I crept into the room and around the couch. I bent down and kissed Tracie tenderly before moving alongside Ashley.
I slipped under the blankets and edged myself up to her warm, sleeping body. She moved slightly, her reflexes driving her to snuggle into me. I wasted no time, wrapping my arms around her and waking her abruptly with a deep kiss.
Ashley was shocked and confused. “Mark? What are you doing? What about…”
“Tracie?” Tracie interrupted her as she slid off the couch and into the covers behind Ashley. I kissed Ashley again and Tracie began to hungrily kiss her neck, we sandwiched her now, and I felt Ashley’s body relax and accept what was happening.
My hand wound up underneath Ashley’s pants and panties, cupping her wonderful ass. It was round and voluptuous, larger and fuller than Tracie’s but not in any way fat, and I flashed back to all the times in high school that I’d dreamed of getting inside it but was too shy and uncertain to even voice the idea. Tracie had a hand on Ashley’s chest, kneading her breast through her shirt, and Ashley’s hands had no place to go but directly to my cock. She cooed as she groped it, pulling it through the hole in my briefs and squeezing it tenderly.
When Ashley saw Tracie and I share a kiss she finally realized what all was going on. “Does this mean what I think it means?” she asked.
“That and more, baby, you girls are here to stay,” I said. Ashley broke into the happiest smile I’d ever seen and our pent up passion exploded. We kicked free of the blankets and Ashley rolled me onto my back. Before I knew it, she and Tracie flanked me and were at my waist, gingerly pulling my underwear down and “oooing” and “ahhhing” at the sight of my throbbing cock. Ashley had lost her shirt, her ample tits accented by a sprawling tattoo that started on her back, flew over her shoulder, and encircled her left breast. She had hard, little nipples surrounded by large areolas, a sight I hadn’t forgotten from high school, and her skin was lightly tan. Tracie was still in panties and tee, but I told myself soon I would see her clearly.
Both women were inches from my cock, Ashley holding it and stroking it very slowly, Tracie just looking on in wide eyed wonder.
“I’ve never been with a man before,” Tracie admitted, smiling up at me.
“You’re going to love it,” Ashley giggled. “Just watch and learn.”
I sat up and leaned on my hands. I spread my legs to give each girl plenty of room. Ashley stretched her tongue out and planted it on my shaft, a wonderful warmth I’d missed for years, and began to lap along my tender underside.
“You have to get it plenty wet,” she instructed, giving Tracie a lesson. Soon my cock was shining with saliva and ached to be sucked. “And don’t forget his beautiful balls.”
Ashley moved her face down and gingerly tickled my testicles. Her eyes were closed, her body rocked gently, and she tenderly stroked my slippery cock. “God, Mark, it’s even bigger than I remember,” she said. “I hope I can fit it all like I used to.”
I fondly remembered the Ashley of old driving my cock deep into her throat. Even at a young age and inexperienced, Ashley sucked me in high school with a hunger and passion that I hadn’t experienced even in wilder episodes during college. Today was no different.
Ashley plunged down on me. Tracie gasped when she saw how much of my cock disappeared into her girlfriend’s mouth. Ashley gagged slightly but held me deep, and I was in heaven. Her mouth smothered me in a tender warmth that was the product of burning desire. Her lips were sealed tight around my shaft, still more than an inch from the base.
“Fuck, it’s big!” Ashley exclaimed when she pulled back up.
“I think I’ve grown a bit recently,” I laughed. Ashley turned her attention to my throbbing head, sucking it tenderly and letting her tongue swish circles around it. Tracie took the opportunity to move in for her first taste of cock.
Tracie’s mouth latched on to my shaft halfway down, her tongue awkwardly poking and prodding me. She began to slide up and down, slathering the side of my cock and moaning with joy. She lacked experience but the pleasure was still intense. Two tongues bathed my cock until it was dripping wet.
“Your turn,” Ashley said, holding my cock steady. Tracie moved up and looked at me with eager eyes. She opened her little mouth and moved very slowly, struggling just to stretch herself wide enough. She held my head in her mouth for long moments, sliding her tongue around and experiencing new tastes and sensations. I reached down and took her hair into my hand, both to keep it clear of her face and to gain that extra ounce of control that every man loves to have, and Ashley shimmied up next to me. Ashley’s hand wrapped around mine, both of us holding Tracie’s head on my cock, and we locked in a kiss.
Tracie had finally built up the confidence to suck my cock. She pushed herself down, aided by gentle pressure from both of us, and my cock began to expand her mouth. Her eyes were wide as I stretched her, her teeth grazed my cock as she struggled to open wide enough.
“My fifteen year old girlfriend is sucking your cock,” Ashley whispered to me.
“Well, actually,” I said between pleasured moans, “she’s my fifteen year old girlfriend now too.” Ashley giggled and crawled up to her knees, positioning her beautiful tits in range of my searching tongue. I sucked them gently, mixing in a few bites and nibbles, and Ashley reached between her legs. Tracie continued to suck me, still miles from even reaching as deep as Ashley had, but she was becoming more comfortable with each downward plunge. While deep, throat fucking is a level of pleasure all to its own, there is something to be said for a blowjob that works wonders on all the sensitive areas around your cock head. Tracie was attentive, listening for what made me moan the loudest and repeating.
Ashley crawled back down and began to kiss and lick at the areas of my cock that Tracie couldn’t reach. “Mark, nothing would make me happier than if you would cum in my baby’s mouth,” she said aloud. Tracie, still latched around my cock, looked at Ashley with wide and questioning eyes. I closed my eyes and lowered my defenses, letting the pleasures overwhelm me. A few more tender sucks from Tracie and I was panting, a hot load of cum surging up and ready to explode. I had received no release last night, and that coupled with the unbelievable events of the day had combined to brew up a ferocious and unstoppable orgasm.
I bellowed as a thunderous wave broke from me, my muscles contracted and blasted harder than I’d ever felt. I still held Tracie’s head gently, and to my surprise she didn’t back down. My cum gushed into her in long and powerful bursts. She held her mouth on my flexing cock firmly but she had no chance to handle the torrent I unleashed on her mouth. In no time it flooded and a thick, white river poured from her bottom lip and rolled down my shaft. Ashley was there to collect, lapping at the overflow and enjoying her feast. I felt Tracie gag and more cum spewed from her mouth, soaking me. She pulled free before I finished unloading, a final burst splashing up and streaking across her cheek. Her lips were cloudy white and her mouth hung open, strings of cummy drool dangling.
Ashley cleaned me lovingly. Tracie laid her head down and seemed too overwhelmed to take part. My cock was still hard and throbbing but I assumed the fun was over for now.
“Oh, I know you’re still ready to go!” Ashley exclaimed, feverishly climbing up and shedding her pants and panties. I got a brief look at her pussy, obscured by curly black hair, before she planted it firmly on my cock. Years ago, a virile teenager, I had been able to go twice in a row. I hadn’t done so in years, however, and I figured it was a phenomenon of youth. Turns out, it was just a consequence of being so thoroughly aroused by Ashley. By the second bounce of her tender pussy I felt my cock rushing back to life.
Ashley rode me eagerly, moaning about how wonderfully I filled her and how her pussy couldn’t live without me. I kneaded her tits and ass with joy and we were lost in one another. Then I remembered the delicate pussy I’d seen in the dark last night, that I’d vowed to get a closer look at. I laid down prone, Ashley still riding me, and beckoned for Tracie.
She shed her clothes, my eyes hungrily taking in her firm tits with little pert nipples and tiny, dark areolas. Her youthful pussy was shaved bald and looked moist and tight. She crawled her slender form over to me and followed my lead, straddling my face and gently easing her pussy onto my lips. She faced Ashley and the two kissed and fondled each other as each slowly ground their pussies on me.
Tracie tasted sweet and heavenly, her pussy was tender, warm, and soft and it responded with spastic action at each tickle, kiss, and probe. Her clit was a tiny, sensitive bump and she jumped each time I teased it. Ashley impaled herself on me, moaning into her girlfriend’s mouth each time my cock crammed up against the deepest walls of her pussy. With my hands I took in the subtle curves, trim lines, and soft accents of Tracie’s perfect body, and to my surprise and joy she used her hands to caress my chest, stomach, hips, and the base of my cock.
I heard lustful whispering above me and then Ashley carefully pulled herself free. My slick cock wasn’t lonely long, however, as Tracie leaned forward and began to suck Ashley’s flavors off of me. The pleasure was fantastic, combined with the shear joy of drowning in a delicious pussy, but I decided it was time to switch it up. So far I had been on the receiving end of plenty of attention, but I hadn’t yet got the animalistic pleasure of real fucking.
I eased Tracie off me and worked my way up to both of them, joining a three way kiss. “I need to make love to you,” I said to Tracie. She smiled and kissed me deeply before lying back on the floor. Her supple pussy looked divine, and I knew based on what I saw last night that even if she’d never been with a man she was no stranger to being penetrated.
“No, like this,” I said, standing up and pulling her up with me. Missionary is too conventional, too safe. I wanted to make Tracie’s knees weak, I wanted to overwhelm her. I turned her and bent her over, her tight ass spreading to me and driving me wild.
“Let me do the honors,” Ashley said, falling to her knees and leaning in between us. She gave Tracie’s pussy a few penetrating licks, not that she needed to get any wetter, and then primed my cock with a few deep throat plunges. Ashley then gently guided me to Tracie’s sweet opening, placing the tip of my cock there and letting both of us savor the anticipation. Then she eased me forward, using her other hand to gently rock Tracie’s hips back, and Ashley watched with awe as my cock bore into Tracie’s tender opening. Tracie’s pussy warmly accepted me, a tight and wonderful fit, and she cried out with pleasure and maybe some pain as I stretched her velvety insides.
Tracie clenched around my thick shaft and I felt her tremble as the head of my cock pressed firmly against her g-spot. Ashley stood up and we kissed, Ashley rubbing Tracie’s ass and I rubbing Ashley’s. With my other hand I held Tracie’s hips and gently bumped my cock against her sensitive spot, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure pulsing through her.
After her first orgasm eased I began my assault. I wasn’t violent or sloppy, rookie mistakes, but rather deep, thorough, and forceful. Each thrust of my cock stimulated every inch of her, a loving pounding that rocked Tracie’s world. Her legs shook, her pussy convulsed, and I knew she was hooked.
All the while I had one hand on Ashley, first rubbing her supple ass and then wrapping around to gently probe her slick pussy. Then I got brave, knowing she was in head over heels, and slid my finger up to her tender asshole. I’d never had the courage to go this far in high school, too afraid to be taboo, but today was the day to hold nothing back. Ashley yelped slightly as my finger poked just millimeters into her ass, but I felt her sink down and wiggle for me, working my finger in. In no time I was knuckle deep, my finger engulfed by her clamping ass, and I probed deep, dark areas I’d only dreamed about. Ashley seemed to enjoy it plenty, squirming and moaning with pleasure at each new sensation. The fantasy of being unspeakably inside Ashley’s ass, combined with the non-stop pleasures of a throbbing young pussy, pushed me to the brink.
When Ashley whispered, “I want to be fucked in the ass,” I lost control. Before I knew what was happening, thick ropes of cum were streaming into Tracie’s pussy. Tracie was beside herself, having cum more times than I could count, and her sopping pussy accepted my dense load. I held myself deep inside them both, my cock enjoying every muscle twitch in Tracie’s pussy and my finger lingering in Ashley’s sweet and sinful ass, long after my final thick stream had poured out.

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Hanging My Neighbor’s Holiday Lights

Hanging My Neighbor’s Holiday Lights
By rutger5 (An Original story – Copyright 2011)
It all happened because of my wife. Don’t get me wrong I’m not really blaming her but without her it never would have happened. Well let me start at the beginning. My wife and I had gone to high school together and though we hadn’t dated we were part of the same crowd. It was after we graduated that we started spending time together and six months later we were married after she became pregnant with our first child.
Twenty three years and two more children later with our last one now out of the house we decided to make some lifestyle changes. Our youngest was in college out west when he met the “One” and asked us to ship him all his things out there. Now it was just the two of us in our too large and too empty house. We sold at the right time, not long before the bubble burst, luckily enough for us and bought a smaller, older house at a good price. It needed work but since I’m a carpenter by trade I was able to do most of the work myself which saved us a lot of money. Plus we paid for it with the proceeds of our last house so we had no mortgage to worry about.
Carol had been working part time for years by now and she continued to do so to keep from being bored at home but usually worked only three days a week leaving her with plenty of spare time. Because she was home a lot she got to know many of the neighbors. My contact was usually restricted to weekends when I would be doing yard work or in passing when coming or going in the morning or evening. She on the other hand saw the neighbors more and a few of the neighborhood gossips would keep her filled in on the various goings on of the block.
Because of that we could say whose kids misbehaved and who drank too much or whose marriage was allegedly on the rocks. There was certainly trouble in paradise four houses down from us and it was so obvious that even I could tell. When we moved in two years ago we would see the couple pushing their little girl in her stroller and we would say hello in passing but they kept to themselves for the most part. Then the fights started or maybe just became worse so that everyone on the block could hear.
One evening my wife told me that the police were there during the day and though nobody was arrested she saw the husband leave with a hastily packed bag. Soon the reports came through the grapevine that they were getting divorced. Sometimes in the morning when I was leaving I would see the woman taking her daughter to school and she was usually dressed in those medical type scrubs. She would always say hello as she passed and seemed much more outgoing as if a dark cloud was lifted from her head.
Of course my wife saw her more than I did due to being home more and they became friendly, and on a couple of occasions Carol watched the little girl, who was named Elizabeth, when her mother Anna had no one else to watch her. Since we now had an empty nest my wife was eager to mother someone and little Liz fit the bill perfectly. She was an adorable child who loved Carol and would run up and hug her every time she saw her.
On the other hand I was always glad to see her mother. Anna was a thick, curvy Latina with long and curly brown hair that reached almost to her waist and she had flashing black eyes. Since her husband had moved out she wore clothing that showed her figure off more when she wasn’t wearing scrubs for her job as a nurse’s aid. Maybe as a married man I shouldn’t have noticed her phat butt and large round breasts but I never saw the harm in looking though I know that many women, including Carol, might not agree. But I was married not dead and since I’d gotten married I had never cheated or even attempted to put myself in a situation where I’d be tempted to. There was nothing wrong with noticing an attractive woman; they are the most beautiful of God’s creations in my mind. And to be honest when I looked Anna’s way she would invariably smile at me and often would seem to exaggerate the sway of her hips and ass as she passed.
No doubt as a woman going through a divorce she welcomed anything that made her feel attractive and desirable was simply the way I saw it. Besides I never flirted with her or did anything inappropriate in any way, it was just eye candy. Maybe if my wife and I were having relations more often it wouldn’t have happened the way it did. Maybe I’m just rationalizing now. To be truthful our sex life had gone downhill since the last of our kids was born, three babies in five years can do that to a marriage. But even once they all were in school and we had more time Carol seemed happy with our once a week lovemaking.
I wanted more as I was still in my mid twenties but I learned to cope with less. As the years went by I’d have gladly returned to once a week as our sessions became less frequent and just as bad was there was no variety. Every position but standard missionary caused her some pain or discomfort to some part of her body she said and blowjobs didn’t happen except on a few rare occasions where she was drunk and playful or on my birthday. Even that was now years in the past and though I remained fit and in shape with a still healthy libido masturbation became my main sexual outlet.
I had my workshop in the basement for my woodworking and other projects and I usually kept my laptop there. When I couldn’t take it anymore I would go to xnxx.com and read stories or watch a video while I brought myself some solitary relief. It was far from a perfect situation but it was what it was and I dealt with it. That is until that fateful holiday season.
A couple of years ago I’d made some wooden reindeer figures to decorate the yard during the Yule time season and once December rolled around I’d put them out and string lights up on the house. Ever since I was a kid I loved this time of the year so I would go all out decorating the property and the fact that it helped to keep me occupied was a plus. Once I was finished I had one of the best decorated houses in the neighborhood and the local kids would ooh and aah. Anyway one evening during dinner Carol started telling me how poor little Liz loved our decorations but since her father had moved out there was no one to decorate the outside of her house.
“You know John this is a chance to help a young girl have something to believe in” she told me. “You have some free time on Saturday and Anna has all the lights. She just needs someone to hang them and I told her you’d be glad to and she was beside herself with joy when she heard. I hope you don’t mind.”
“It would have been nice to mention it to me first since I’ll be the one doing it” I replied.
“Well you don’t have to you know. I didn’t think you’d have a problem doing it but I can come up with an excuse if you want.”
“No I guess I can do it, Saturday is free. Just wish I was asked is all.”
Well Saturday rolled around and it was sunny but windy and very cold as befitted a mid December morning. While I sat sipping my second cup of coffee after breakfast Carol busied herself getting ready to head out for a day of Christmas shopping. She kissed me goodbye on the cheek and headed for the door. She turned right before she left and spoke to me.
“I’ll be back in time for dinner John, Anna said anytime after 10:00 AM is fine to start. Be careful and I’ll see you later.”
“Good bye dear and don’t spend all our money” I told her with a grin.
She just huffed and closed the door behind her as I chuckled. In fifteen minutes I had on my Carhartt jacket and Mechanix gloves and I was in my backyard getting my extension ladder. Within five minutes at ten after ten I was ringing Anna’s doorbell. After two minutes and no answer I rang again and this time I thought I heard something approaching. The door opened and Anna stood there in a red robe.
“Good morning John” she said with a big smile “sorry I left you so long on the doorstep but I just got out of the shower. Why don’t you come in and I’ll show you where the decorations are.”
Since I was speechless I just nodded in reply. Anna wasn’t wearing a thick terrycloth robe like I do when I shower but a silky looking number that barely reached mid-thigh and also revealed a generous amount of her full bosom. She just turned sideways so I had to squeeze past her to enter the foyer. As I did I could smell the mingled scents of berry and soap emanating from her and it was marvelous. Once I moved past she closed the door behind us and motioned me forward into the living room.
“I really want to thank you for this John and I can’t imagine how I can properly show you my gratitude. Before you start would you like coffee or something to eat?”
“No thanks, I just had breakfast and coffee a little while ago” I replied but I did wish to taste her the way she looked and smelled though I had to force that thought from my mind.
“It’s so cold out there today, I really feel bad for you but Elizabeth will be so surprised and happy. The decorations are in the basement so follow me.”
The living room was already decorated and I caught a glimpse of a tree from the corner of my eye as we passed through but I admit it was hard to tear my gaze away from her big ass as it swayed in front of me. The entrance to the basement was located in her snug and warm kitchen and soon we were standing down there.
“The stuff is over here somewhere” Anna said as she led the way to some shelves along a wall.
When she bent over and started rummaging around I almost lost it. Her red robe rode up revealing her thick legs and stopping just before I could see her ass. In fact once she found what she had been looking for Anna turned her head back towards me and smiled when she saw where my eyes were looking.
“Do you mind lending me a hand – with the lights I mean” Anna said with a smirk on her pretty face.
I crouched down next to her and we were so close our bodies almost touched. Her scent was now intoxicating me and I felt the blood start to flow to where I hoped it wouldn’t but I understood why it did. My hand brushed hers as I took the boxes of icicle lights from her causing me to shudder with repressed desire. Quickly I stood to try and put some distance between us but Anna rose right after me and in fact she steadied herself by holding onto my arm as she did.
We were facing each other and the only thing that saved me from immediate trouble was the fact that I had half a foot of height on her. If Anna was taller I think I might have kissed her but instead I turned and moved away. As I did my arm grazed her full breast and even though it was covered it felt soft and yielding to me. Quickly I put some space between us by heading to the stairs and putting the boxes down on them.
Anna had followed close behind me and was standing a foot away.
“Anna, do you have some heavy duty extension cords? Also where do I plug them in?” I asked her trying to remain focused on the job at hand.
“Yes I have some extension cords, the orange kind for outdoors, right?” Anna asked to which I nodded in response. “And you want to plug something in as well” she said and as she did Anna leaned in a little giving me an even better view of the top half of her full breasts.
My eyes were drawn there like a moth to a flame. Even though I realized that I was staring I didn’t stop. Anna had to know what she was doing so if she wanted me to look then I certainly had no problem doing so.
“Yes Anna, do you have an outdoor electric outlet?”
She furrowed her brow as if she was thinking before she answered.
“I think there’s one under the front porch, I never really worried about those things before.”
“All right, I’ll check and if not we’ll have to come up with something” I told her.
“Ooh, come up with something, I like the sound of that” Anna replied saucily, turning my innocent question into an innuendo and causing me to hurry up the stairs before I could reply in kind and get myself in real trouble. Without waiting for her I headed straight outdoors and got to work. First I checked to confirm that there was a GFCI outlet, and then I set up my ladder.
For the next hour and a quarter I hung the lights from the gutters of the first floor roof. After plugging them in and making sure everything worked I saw that there were still a lot of lights left over so I rang the bell. Surprisingly when Anna answered the door she was still wearing the robe even with all the time that had passed.
“Oh, those extra lights we used on the front gutter above the second floor. You don’t have to hang them if you don’t want to” she said with an almost pleading expression on her face after I inquired about the extra lights.
“No problem Anna, since I’ve come this far I‘ll finish. I won’t be able to use my ladder to reach there though.”
“My ex used to just stand on the lower roof when he put them up John.”
“Okay, I guess I can get to the lower roof with my ladder and then hang them” I told her.
“Don’t be silly John. It would be much easier and safer to just climb out the front window then to climb up and down the ladder.”
Reluctantly I had to agree with her logic. It wasn’t that I wished to take the more difficult path but rather I wanted to avoid going into Anna’s house again. I might not be a genius when it came to the opposite sex but even I could see her intentions weren’t entirely innocent. The fact that she still wasn’t dressed made me suspect she was hoping I would try something with her. I had no intention of doing that but she must have hoped I would.
Again I followed her swaying hips and butt, but this time up the stairs. I held back a step so as not to be too close behind which unfortunately caused her to be at a perfect angle for me to see underneath the bottom of her robe. My eyes caught a glimpse of her fat ass cheeks as well as a flash of her pink before I adjusted my vision to my feet to avoid further temptation.
Anna led me into the front bedroom which just happened to be hers. It was stylishly furnished from what I could see with the walls painted a cream color with matching drapes and the furniture a light shade of wood. The bed looked to be at least queen sized with the luxurious bedding rumpled and in disarray. There were two windows which opened out on the roof and I wasted no time in opening the one adjacent to the foot of the bed and climbing to the roof. Closing the sash first I started immediately hanging the lights and before long I was over half done. It was when I reached by the second window that trouble found me and grabbed ahold tightly.
While attaching the lights above, my eyes happened to glance at the window before me. The fact that I didn’t drop the lights or even worse fall was almost a miracle. There were heavy drapes over the window but they were parted somewhat allowing me to see inside. Anna lay on the bed with her head resting on a pillow and a wanton expression on her face. But it was the fact that her robe was wide open and her hands were busy stroking herself that shocked me.
One hand was squeezing and pinching a nipple that topped her large breast while the other was buried between her parted legs playing with her pussy. I’m not sure how long I stood there unmoving, staring entranced at the vision of my lovely Latina neighbor pleasuring herself but I did feel my blood flowing to my quickly hardening cock. Suddenly I realized that she was now staring back at me and once our eyes met Anna licked her red lips suggestively while her hands continued their movements.
Every nerve in my body screamed to rush inside and take her with no mercy while my brain attempted to reassert control. With a supreme effort I tore my eyes away from Anna and resumed work. Within a few minutes I finished hanging the lights and if they weren’t hung as well as the earlier ones who could blame me. My erection hadn’t shrunk, in fact it felt harder than ever but I steeled myself to return inside and get away from my sexy neighbor as fast as possible. Plugging the end of the string to an extension cord I opened the window and went in feet first.
As I stood I saw that Anna was waiting for me and her robe remained open with one of her hands still playing with her large, full breast. Before I had time to move her free hand reached out and grabbed the prominent bulge in my pants, squeezing it gently and driving me crazy with desire.
“Anna…” I began but she moved her hand from her breast to my mouth and I could taste and smell her juices on it as her finger pressed to my lips.
“Shh John, don’t talk. Now isn’t the time for that, now is the time for action.”
While she said that her hand continued working its magic on me, in fact she managed to get my fly open and slip her small hand inside my pants. She took her hand from my mouth and with it took my gloved hand and brought it to her full breast. I grabbed her and Anna gasped from the rough material rubbing her soft skin but once I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger she moaned with pleasure.
Leaning down my mouth took her other nipple inside where my teeth nipped it. Her hand now held me firmly to her bosom where I suckled eagerly on her erect nipple. By now Anna had managed to remove my erection through my underwear and her fingers were stroking it softly. It felt like heaven as she pumped it from the base up to my sensitive head when without warning she pulled free of me and sank her body down.
Holding it by the shaft she stretched her little pink tongue out and flicked my swollen head. A groan escaped my mouth causing her to look up with a wide smile before she parted her lips and swallowed me. Her warm mouth felt like heaven as she bobbed up and down my shaft, taking around half my erection before pulling back only to slide down again. Her wet tongue licked the sensitive underside below my head and as Anna did all this she kept her dark eyes firmly locked on mine.
First I pulled my gloves off and dropped them to the floor where they were soon joined by my jacket and shirt leaving me bare chested. Meanwhile Anna was now taking me deeper in her mouth with my swollen head reaching the entrance to her throat with each movement of her head. My hand found her curly dark hair which I grasped between my fingers. I leaned sideways so my other hand could reach her nipple and once I did I twisted it gently. Anna moaned while keeping me buried in her mouth but I knew if this kept up I’d be shooting before I wanted to.
Reluctantly I brought my hips backwards while I held Anna in place with her hair until with a pop my cock was free. She seemed disappointed as my erection no longer filled her mouth and attempted to take it between her lips again but I stopped her with a word.
“No Anna, I’ll cum if you start again. First I want to taste your sweet pussy” I told her in a firm voice.
She smiled when she heard that and I helped her stand only to push her backwards onto the bed once she was up. My hand grabbed her leg and I dragged her compliant body into the position I desired of her. Anna was sprawled on her back across the bed in a diagonal position relative to the mattress. One of her thick legs was on the bed while the other dangled down from it. Crouching down I leaned forward so that my face was inches from her wet pink slit.
It appeared that Anna didn’t shave or wax but her full bush was trimmed so that the hairs were very short. I exhaled my warm breath so that it tickled her as it passed over and caressed her pussy lips causing her to tremble from lust. First I kissed her inner thigh from just above her knee and worked my way to just below her kitty before I switched to her other leg. By this time Anna was squirming but I continued to tease her by now running my tongue down the silky skin of her thigh. By the time I had worked my tongue up her other limb Anna was at her breaking point.
“Please Papi, stop torturing me like that” she growled in a husky voice.
I raised my head so I could look at her and smiled a wicked smile. Next my fingers grazed her wet, swollen lips for a second before I moved them off her again but by this time I desired to taste her too much to keep the teasing up. My thumb and finger spread her lips at which time my tongue extended and speared her juiciness. We both let out a moan simultaneously at that point I believe.
My questing tongue burrowed deeper inside her pinkness and she tasted wonderful to me. I started to move it in a back and forth motion, touching the walls of her feminine tunnel as I went. After exploring her wet depths for a few minutes I then started to trace the outline of her puffy lips while tickling her insides with my pinky.
She attempted to push her pussy onto it but I had other plans so I pulled it away from her causing her to let out a disappointed cry. By now my tongue was circling her erect clit though I avoided touching it directly but instead I teased Anna by coming oh so close. Finally when I had her almost insane with desire I flicked her nub with my tongue tip.
She gasped and it turned to a moan as I sucked it between my lips. Anna’s body shook as orgasm overtook her and I could feel her nectar seep from her onto the skin of my chin. I continued to suck on her clit while rubbing the tip of my tongue against it for a couple of minutes before I upped the ante by sliding my finger between her lips and inside her hole.
“Oh fuck yes Papi, don’t stop! Make your baby girl feel good. Yesss!” she cried out as I frigged her with my finger.
Anna was soon close to cumming again and after I slid a second finger to join the first she let loose. My fingers were deluged by her wetness as it flowed freely. Not for a moment did my mouth or fingers stop working her until her orgasm subsided. I rose while pushing my pants down past my knees and without pausing I moved to where my head pushed at her entrance. I rubbed my cockhead along her furrow a few times then pushed deep into Anna.
“Yes Papi” she cried out as her legs hooked around my waist.
My erect cock sank to the depths of her vaginal canal and it felt like paradise. She clung to my shaft like a sheath or a skintight glove as my full length filled her. One hand rested on the bed while my other stroked her cheek as I started to move. Repeatedly my cock pulled back before again sliding deep in her pink slot. Within a few minutes I knew that I was going to blow my load very soon.
“Anna I can’t take much more of this, I’m about to cum” I managed to gasp as I pounded her pussy faster.
“Do it Papi, cum in your baby girl” she answered as her legs squeezed me in their grip.
“Don’t worry I’m on the pill” Anna said after seeing my expression which gave me the assurance to relax.
I sank to the hilt and my body stiffened as I felt my orgasm overtake me like a runaway train. My cock swelled inside her as I exploded spurt after spurt of thick, white cum. My body sank onto her soft frame as her hands held my ass tightly. Finally when no more spewed from me I managed to move my head so our lips could meet. We kissed slowly at first, our passion muted by our recent orgasm but the flame still burned.
The longer we kissed the more worked up we became until a cold gust of wind whipped through the still open window and passed over us. With a groan I broke the kiss and managed to stand which caused my still half-hard erection to slide from Anna’s red hot furnace. Quickly I yanked the sash down with a slam and hobbled back to the bed.
“Why don’t you get those boots and pants off before round two?” Anna said as she sat up straight on the bed.
That certainly made sense so I bent down and undid my laces. It was only a minute before I kicked my boots off and stepped out of my pants leaving me in just my sox. Her hand grabbed my shaft, and then Anna leaned in and kissed the head, shiny with our combined juices. Next she patted the mattress beside her and beckoned me to join her which I wasted no time in doing.
Once I was lying on my back with a fluffy pillow beneath my head Anna went to work. She positioned herself on her knees where she could again take me into her hot mouth. As she moved her head up and down my growing length her hand fondled my balls stimulating me further. As soon as I was close to full size Anna straddled my body and guided my heat seeking missile to her molten core. She let out a loud moan as it pushed into her willing depths and then paused before moving.
After thirty seconds where her pussy stretched enough to encapsulate my cock fully Anna started to move again. While biting her full lip she raised her pelvis up until just my head remained inside her before sliding all the way down again swallowing my thick erection completely. Her warm hands pressed against my chest for support at which time she increased the speed of her movement and started to ride me hard.
My hands found her big ass cheeks and I squeezed them and helped to guide her movements. She was making little moaning sounds when her breast came close to my face as she moved. I attached my mouth to it and sucked her large, erect nipple into my mouth. At the same time I began to thrust upwards with my hips to meet her descending body. Proving that she was a vocal lover Anna let loose as I did this.
“That’s it Papi, fuck your girl. It feels so good, yes. Fuck me hard baby.”
I had no problem following that request let me tell you. Since I’d already cum once I knew that I could hold out a while so I increased my speed and with each thrust I pulled down on her ample ass burying my cock to the root. Anna’s face became flushed as our rhythm became more and more rapid. Suddenly she cried out and her upper body sank onto my chest, her curly hair tickling me as it cascaded onto my skin. My hips continued to piston up as she came on my cock.
“How was that, did it feel good?” I asked her as I slid in and out.
“Oh Papi you’re making your baby girl cum like crazy” she whispered in my ear.
“That’s what I wanted to hear” I told Anna as I suddenly rolled us over so I was on top now.
I adjusted myself so that I was supported by my arms and started to pound her wet pussy hard. With each thrust our pubic bones collided sending shockwaves across our bodies. Even though I enjoyed this position I wished to change it as I had a desire to look at her phat ass. Without warning I slipped out and rolled off the bed and onto my feet. Her disappointed expression disappeared when I slapped her thigh and told her what I wanted.
“Come on Anna, get on your hands and knees with your big ass up in the air and at the edge of the bed.”
“Yes Papi” she replied meekly as she assumed the doggy style position, her full moon beckoning me forward.
I swatted her ass right before I drove to the depths of her pink treat again and as I did Anna pushed back at me.
“That’s it, fuck me back” I demanded of her.
She had no problem doing that and quickly we built up a fast tempo of fucking, our bodies slapping together with each movement. My hands reached down and grasped her thick ankles to keep her in place as I continued to increase my pace. We were both sweating heavily now as well as making little grunts of pleasure when I felt that old familiar feeling in my balls.
“Yes Anna” I cried out “your hot little pussy is going to make me cum again.”
“Yes Papi yes, cum for your girl” she yelled in reply and for a moment I felt dizzy as I exploded in her for a second time that day.
After I pulled my spent prick from her, Anna stood on her shaky legs and again kissed me softly.
“Thank you Papi” she said with a tear in her eye “it’s been so long for me and I really needed that.”
Now that lust wasn’t driving me I felt awkward and didn’t know what to say. Not only was Anna the first woman I’d ever cheated with she was also the first woman besides my wife I’d slept with in over twenty years. She seemed happy and was singing softly to herself as she headed out of the room before returning in a minute with a wet washcloth.
She knelt down and tenderly washed my now flaccid cock. When her gentle touch brought back a little life into it Anna laughed after which she kissed it on the crown before releasing it. When she finished washing it she put her robe back on though she neglected to fasten it closed.
“Get dressed Papi, I’m going to make you something to eat. You must have built up quite an appetite with all your hard work today” Anna told me with some extra emphasis placed on the word hard.
Truth be told I was famished by this time and I could use some nourishment so I nodded at her. Anna bustled out as I slowly dressed. When I came downstairs I could smell the food cooking so I walked to the kitchen where Anna greeted me with a dazzling smile.
“Sit down” she said indicating a chair at the kitchen table “it will be ready in a minute.”
Right after I’d sat down she brought me a plate with chicken and rice and placed it before me. In another minute she removed a pot that was on the stove and spooned a pile of beans over my rice then returned the pot. Anna sat down next to me while I ate, snuggled against me and rested her hand on my thigh. I found out that I was only the second man she had sex with, her husband obviously the first.
“My ex seduced me when I was in high school, not that he had to work hard to do it cause I was ready. But he was a lot older than me so he taught me stuff. Maybe that’s why I like older guys like you and not boys, you know. But my ex started to get so controlling, like telling me how I could dress and stuff. After my daughter was born he only got worse, he didn’t even let me go out after work to celebrate a co-workers birthday or anything like that. Once we split I missed the sex but I can think for myself, I’m not a child.”
After I heard this things about Anna made a lot more sense to me. Because of how her marriage ended I hoped she wasn’t looking for anything serious especially with me. Her being mushy while she was still in the afterglow of her coupling was fine but I hoped that’s all it was. When I finished eating I gathered up my jacket and gloves and Anna walked me to the door. We kissed again and she pinched my butt as I headed out the door.
Once I was home I jumped in the shower to wash the scent of Anna from my satiated body and got in some clean clothes. Well before my wife arrived home I started to drink some beer in the hope that being inebriated, if only partially, would help me keep things under control.
The next day Carol was going to see her sister and since I had never gotten along with her particularly well I declined to go. A few minutes after she left the doorbell rang and as I headed to answer it I wondered what my wife had forgotten. When I was home Carol would invariably ring the bell to avoid the hassle of digging up her house keys. The words I planned on saying to her died on my lips when I opened the door and it was Anna standing there instead. Without speaking a word she stepped inside closing the door behind her.
“I saw your wife drive off so I came over” Anna said as she sank to her knees while tugging down my lounge pants.
Before I could get a word in her hot lips had gone to work on me, sucking my head between them. She seemed in a frenzy and I was rock hard in no time. She was giving it everything she had and my toes practically curled from her efforts. Just when I started to get close without warning she pulled her ruby lips from me and stood. She kissed me while at the same time giving my cock a final squeeze.
“If you want to finish this then come to my house” she said and with that she turned and exited leaving me with my hard, saliva coated erection waving in the breeze.
To be fair she gave me a chance to reconsider things while also doing her best to influence my decision. Within five minutes lust had won out and I was at her front door. When Anna answered she had a triumphant expression on her pretty face. It was a good thing little Elizabeth was still visiting her father because we didn’t make it past the living room. We went at it like animals right there on the rug by the tree as the little lights twinkled on and off.
After that we slipped into a rhythm where at least a couple of times a week I would be waiting for her near the school where she dropped off her daughter in the morning. We would go at it like teenagers in my back seat before I’d drive her to her job then head to mine. We continued this to mid-February at which time her divorce became final. Around a week later we were sitting in the back seat post-coitus and Anna seemed very quiet yet nervous.
“Papi we have to talk” she told me as her fingers twisted some of her long hair.
“Okay what is it Baby Girl?” I asked referring to her by the name she loved.
“I’m not sure how, maybe cause when I was separated from my ex I got careless some. It only happened a couple of times but I guess it was enough. There’s no easy way to say this but Papi I’m pregnant.”
After she said this her head dipped a minute before she looked up and did her best to meet my eyes with hers. To say I was shocked would be an understatement, but what else was I feeling? There was such a hodge-podge of emotion I felt at that moment in time. Either way it was certain that it would be hitting the proverbial fan.
END
By rutger5 (An original story – Copyright 2011)
As always thank you to those readers who choose to read my stories, I do appreciate a lot.
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Her and I

I fill her with pleasure and delight
In front of the warm fire light
She is wet and she is hot
I give her all I got
First I kiss her face
And take in the scent of her grace
Then I move to her nipples
My tongue moves her body like lakeside ripples
I move down further to the spot of her pleasure
The greatest unseen treasure
I lick, pull, and tease
Until she begs “please”
She gets up and returns the favour
It’s just the nature of behaviour
She puts her moist mouth around my cock
Like a ship finally in the home dock
She sucks and sucks and sucks
Just as good as she fucks
I turn her over and lay her down
So we can ‘go to town’
I plunge my sword deep inside of her
And barely hear the whisper
Of the ‘oh’ before the fall
When she surrenders and gives it her all
She takes it from the back
My god she has a beautiful rack
She takes it from the front
I pound that sweet, wet cunt
“Harder, harder”
“Faster, faster”
She screams with all her might
Oh what a beautiful sight
As her orgasm peaks she loses all control
And I keep pounding her pink hole
I start to feel the tension
That moment of suspension
I can’t last much longer
As the feeling gets stronger
Suddenly I cum and ejaculate
I am in a euphoric state
She moans happy and content
That she is completely spent
We lie together, in a lovers embrace
With the look of heaven on her face
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Becoming My Mother’s Lover, Mike Joins In.

The “Becoming My Mother’s Lover” series was intended to be a two part story. However, several readers expressed the opinion that I ended the series prematurely, suggesting that other teenagers could be incorporated. Consequently, the following interlude was added. Chronologically, it would appear somewhere in the middle of “Becoming My Mother’s Lover, Part Two.” Special thanks to “kansaskutie” and “Monty-6-14-1956” for suggesting story content for this part and perhaps other part to follow.

Fantasy

Walking

I was walking on some of the older trails in behind my family’s home, when I hear some strange noises, strange noises are not on common in the woods behind my home because, well they are full of various animals and such. But this noise was different, I had been walling in these woods since I was very young, and in the forth teen years walking in the woods I had never heard a noise quite like this.
So I follow the noise and it sounds like heavy breathing and moans and groans, so I start to walk very quietly squatting down, trying not to make much noise, hoping that its my very sexy next door neighbor doing something very kinky or naughty with her husband or herself. So I get very close to the noise and I look to see what’s going on.
I could barely believe my eyes, there was my neighbor’s sixteen year old daughter naked sucking some guys cock. When did she get a boyfriend, she was always a very shy girl and could barely talk to any one outside her family. So I am thinking to my self good for her, she finally got over being shy. Then I get to see who she is sucking off (and doing a very good job from what I could see) it was her nineteen year old brother, he must have just got home from college for the summer and it looks like the fun had just begun for these to love bird.
So I stay very quiet and listen,
“Slow down sis, if you suck any harder I am going to cum in your mouth”
“But brother that’s what I want”
“No I won’t cum in your mouth; not yet any way, now stop sucking and bend over”
“Okay bro, but please be gentle it’s my first time”
I watch has my next door neighbor’s son gently slides his large cock inside his sister and he starts to push in and out, making her moan and groan.
“Oh god sis, your pussy feels so good”
“Brother please push your cock in further, I want all of you inside me”
“Okay sis”
Then I watch has he puts his full ten inch’s inside is sister, and he must have done some thing right because she had her very first orgasm, and it was a very loud one, and I thought she was going to pass out.
“Keep fucking me bro, make me cum allover your hard cock”
“Sis you pussy feels great, wet and wrapped around my cock”
“Fuck me bro, fuck your dirty whore of sister”
The brother suggest that she would like being fucked even more if she was on top, so the brother pulls his cock covered in pre cum and pussy juice out of his sister and lies down on a blanket, his sister lies down next to him rubbing her cunt, her brother asks “aren’t you going to get on top”, she replies “not just yet”.
She starts to stroke her brother’s cock slowly, just working the well lubed head of his cock. He groans and moans and mange’s to say “Slow down, sis or I am going to cum all over your hand”, his sister smiles and says “no you won’t brother, you going to cum inside me”. She stops jerking him of and sits on top of him and lets the head of his cock part her pussy lips, sliding her self all the way down over his shaft.
From then on she fucks him and they moan and groan.
“Oh god sis, don’t stop”
“I won’t bro, I’ve want to do this for years, since the very first time I watched you fuck moms sister, Anna. You where on top and she was tit fucking you”
“You watched us sis, very naughty, but it’s nice to know that you inherited those big tits, that ever woman on mom side of the family has”
The brother reaches up licks his sisters tits, she moans and he says “just like Aunt Anna”, with her brother licking and nibbling her nipples, his sister gets closer to orgasm and she starts to fuck faster and faster, and her brother can’t hold on any long “oh god sis, oh god” and he fills her twat full of cum.
His sister has and orgasm that could wake the dead and stands up, her brother’s semi hard cock slides out of her and she stands up. For a good reason, her brother has a smile on his face, she asks “him why”, he says that he didn’t think he had that much cum on him”, “why” she ask and notices that he is looking at her cunt. She looks down and there is cum every ware, all over her ass, her stomach and dripping out of her cunt running down the inside of her thighs, not to mention the that her brother cock was cover in thick layer of cum and pussy juice.
Every day that summer I took a walk in the woods and it took me a little time to build up the courage to ask if I could join in, the said “yes”, and that was the best dam summer I ever had, it was even better when there Aunt Anna came to visit, we did some kinky shit.

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