Karen’s Tale 02
Chapter Two: Sudden Change
Rebecca was cooking family dinner when acting on a wicked thought gets her caught by her husband and their youngest daughter
This is a dark fantasy of mine
Tiffany has left school early after getting her clothes dirty while having sex with her brother in the bathroom.
Part 29
Green Island – Lynne
Lynne and Ian dove the Great Barrier Reef. The clear water, bright sunlight and incredible fish life made them feel clean despite the salt. Both had dive skills, but they came to see it now as a shared passion.
They snorkeled and swam. Lynne began to believe in tomorrows with a man of her own.
On the fourth morning, Lynne woke to the aroma of a different man. She was in a double chaise lounge, Ian’s arms around her. She was clutching his morning erection through his pants. In the night, someone had covered them with a blanket.
“I didn’t dare move. You’re so incredibly beautiful,” Ian said softly. Lynne blushed, but gave the hard shaft a squeeze.
“Is that an invitation?” he said lightly, but meaning every word.
“No, a promise for tonight. I want to be fresh and ready for anything you might want.”
He saw she was serious and he smiled.
As she started to rise, Ian held her back, gently caressing her shoulders. His message was clear. He wanted tonight to be perfect too.
Inside she felt warm and treasured. She mentally explored the possibilities, imagining his hard body on hers. Time wouldn’t matter and she would not have to share him.
“Meet in an hour for some snorkeling?” Ian asked, pointing to the beach where masks, fins and snorkels were displayed.
“How about some food first? I starved.”
“Food it is! Meet at the restaurant in 1,” he said chuckling.
They had breakfast together. They sat in the restaurant for hours, talking about dreams and hopes. Ian delicately brought up the subject of her rapes, fearful that it might be an issue if they had sex.
Lynne had to be honest. This man seemed already a part of her. Ian held her hands in his.
“It was my father and brother. They tied me up and raped me several times over the period of a couple of weeks. When my Mom found out, she sent me to a boarding school to protect me,” she said simply, reliving the horror in her mind.
He watched her carefully, seeing the pain and the terror.
“Are you OK now? I mean have you dealt with it?” Ian felt inadequate, an unusual feeling for him.
She smiled sadly, “I think so. I’ve got a wonderful family, a great therapist and a marvelous lover. But I won’t really know until tonight,” she brightened, “until I feel you inside me.”
Ian felt his cock rage. He chuckled. And started to drink his tea.
“You’re laughing at me?” she said in mock indignation.
Ian chocked, spitting out a mouthful of tea.
“No, no,” he chocked out, “I have a raging hard on thinking about tonight. I had to get my mind off sex.”
She seemed mollified. “Tell me what you want to do tonight,” she said seriously. Lynne wanted the words to paint a picture for her.
“How about we go to your room and I’ll describe everything as I do it with you? If I tell you sitting here, I’m afraid I’ll cum in my shorts.”
A feral light shone through her eyes. “Come to my room in an hour. The hell with waiting!”
She left first. Ian had to wait for his erection to subside. His shorts still had a wet spot when he went to his room to shower and prepare.
Lynne knew Ian the lawyer was likely to be on time, so she hurried.
She showered, gave herself two enemas, douched and shaved. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt, brushing out her long, wavy brown hair when she heard his knock. Instead of putting on the negligee she had intended, she answered in the t-shirt. She’d be naked soon anyway and she felt good about being dressed only in her birthday suit.
Ian stood there with a bottle of champagne, two glasses, a single red rose and a stunned smile. Lynne was gorgeous!
She pulled him inside, throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him with a passion even she did not know she possessed.
Ian put the bottle, glasses and rose on the dresser while returning her kiss. He took her into his arms with practiced precision. Somehow, though, this felt different.
When they broke, wonder and lust danced through her dark eyes.
Still holding her, Ian looked into those marvelous brown eyes. “First, I want to see you naked,” Ian said, remembering his promise, “I want to imprint the image of your body on my heart.”
Lynne gasped, wondering how he knew she needed the words. She stepped back and threw off the t-shirt. She cupped her B cup breasts with their hard nipples, kneading them and lifting them toward her full lips.
When he reached for her, she held him off.
“I want to feel your hands squeeze and caress my breasts while you suck and lick my nipples.”
Her hand dropped to her groin. She sensuously ran a finger along the visibly wet cleft between her outer labia. “I want to feel you inside me, stretching me, making me cum and filling me with your cum.”
Her hand went to her ass. “I want to feel you in my ass, stretching me, claiming me for your own. I want to feel your shaft with my mouth and these lips,” she said running a finger across her lips.”
“Now, I want to see your cock, to taste it, to caress it with my tongue.”
Ian stripped quickly, his cock raging.
She knelt before him, took his shaft in her small hand and looked into his eyes.
“Lick it Love,” he said softly, “taste the cock you will taste thousands of times in our future.”
She licked the shaft from his balls to the little triangle of nerves on the underside of the head, her eyes never leaving his.
“Now take it between your lips into your beautiful mouth.” Her mouth engulfed the head of his formidable manhood. Her tongue twirled around the head in a practiced dance of lust.
“That’s it, my cock sucking woman. Make love to my cock.” Ian moaned at the pleasure, both physical and emotional, watching his cock slowly disappear into her mouth and eyes.
“One day you will give me your throat, letting my cock shoot my cum into your stomach.” Ian had never been deep throated.
Lynne craned her neck, took a deep breath and opened her throat as Shoshana had taught her years ago. Lynne slowly took his entire shaft into her throat, caressing it with her esophageal muscles.
“Oh my God, that’s incredible, Love,” Ian was in heaven.
She pulled back to breathe. He pulled here up and into a long, deep kiss.
“You mean in my throat like that?” she said giggling.
She strode to the stereo and hit play. She led him to her bed. He picked her up and laid her gently on the sheets, inhaling her fresh scent. He lay beside her.
“I’ve never had a woman take me in her throat before,” he said in wonder.
“Any other fantasies you want to try,” Lynne’s confidence soared, “I want this to be so special today.”
He kissed her in a way she had never been kissed before. He started gently grazing her lips. She wanted more. Her lips parted, her tongue began to explore his mouth while he caressed it with his tongue. Then it was his turn to explore her teeth and palette. His hand found her very wet pussy, teasing open the slit between her inner lips. He began to caress her clit with a gossamer touch.
She ripped her mouth from his moaning loudly.
He dropped his head to her breast, sucking on one nipple, then the other. Lynne gasped and had trouble keeping her breathing rhythm. He captured her clit between thumb and forefinger.
“There,” she cried out, her body beginning to tremble.
He bit down gently on her nipple.
“Yes!” she screamed, feeling her muscle neurons begin to misfire, “YES!”
He simultaneously slid a curled finger in her pussy, rubbed her clit with his thumb and bit down on her nipple.
“IANNNNNNNNNNNN!” she screamed as her climax exploded in her brain and through her body.
He kept caressing her, biting her nipples and impaling her. She kept cumming, crying out his name.
Finally, exhausted, she pushed his hands from her pussy, lying back in his arms, sweating and trembling.
After regaining her senses, she levered onto her side and looked into Ian’s eyes. She saw a look she’d only ever seen between Michael and Beth.
She slid down Ian’s body, slobbering over the cock head. She took it in her throat while watching his eyes. The pleasure was too much. On the fourth stroke, he started to shake. She realized he was calling her name!
His cock began to spasm shooting copious amounts of his seed directly into her stomach. She pulled back to get some of his semen in her mouth.
When he finished, she sat on her feet, leaned over, her breasts dangling provocatively. She opened her mouth showing him his milky cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed, opening after to show him her clean mouth.
Despite having just had a massive ejaculation, Ian’s cock remained hard. He knew it was probably the little blue pill he’d taken, but it was also this incredible sensual woman.
“I’m too sensitive to take care of this monster right now, but let’s try something,” she said maneuvering to straddle his cock, facing his feet.
She slowly impaled herself. Fortunately, though Ian’s cock was formidable, it was not as large as Michael’s. There was none of the initial pain Michael’s monster always caused her. She swung her legs atop Ian’s and lay back, trusting him to catch her. He did.
Now back to chest, she swung her hair to one side, his lips close to her ear.
“Now tell me your fantasies,” she said sternly, “Every one of them.”
His hands caressed her breasts and nipples as he spoke
“I want to cum inside you without a condom, feeling our juices mix. I want to stretch your ass and cum in your mouth. That’s a big one with me. I’ve seen it on the Internet, but I never met a woman who’d do ass to mouth.”
“You have now,” she said in a deep, sultry voice. She felt him harden in her tunnel.
“I’d like to see you go down on another woman, making her cum.”
“Can we save that one for tomorrow night? I want only you tonight.” She giggled.
“What about you? What are your fantasies?”
“I’ll tell you later, you haven’t finished. All of them.”
He told her all of them, the threesomes, swinging, sex beneath the skies, double penetration, but it was his final fantasy that imprinted on Lynne’s heart.
“I want to watch our children enter this world.”
They lay joined for a long time. Neither wanted the moment to stop.
She felt his cock start to deflate, “So, who do you want me to lick?”
His cock sprang to life, imagining the scene.
“What about Jessica?” she was the resort entertainment director. Jennifer had medically cleared all the staff as well as the guests just in case.
“I’ll ask her tonight,” Lynne said as she wiggled her ass. She slid off him and took his shaft back in her mouth and throat, “We taste amazing together,” she said in her sensual voice.
He was very hard again.
She went to the bed stand and retrieved some strawberry tasting lubricant. She squeezed some into her palm and handed the lube to Ian as she wiggled her ass by his hand.
She applied the lube to his shaft, he to her puckered starfish. He poked a lubed finger into her ass with gentle care, then two, stretching her nether hole.
Finally, he knelt behind her and slowly moved forward. She tensed at first contact, but immediately relaxed. She gasped when the head pushed through her sphincter. Ian moved slowly, letting her channel stretch and relax.
“Your ass is so hot and tight, Love, it’s incredible!”
“Take my ass, make it yours, ram that enormous cock into my little hole.” Lynne was turning herself on, “I need to feel your balls slapping my pussy, NOW.”
Finally he was all the way in. He tried to be gentle, but Lynne was having none of it. She pulled forward and rammed herself back on his cock. Ian responded, grabbed her hips and began to slam into her.
“Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Stretch my ass! Make it yours!”
After a dozen strokes, he exclaimed, “I’m about to come!”
Instantly Lynne pulled away, reversed herself and took his shaft in her mouth, sucking it ferociously, letting it slide back into her throat. Seeing her throat expand with his cock sent Ian over the edge and into an epic orgasm. String after string of cum shot down her throat. Once again, she pulled back a little letting the last of his semen rest on her tongue to be displayed and swallowed.
They rested, sipping champagne, talking about dreams and hopes.
She told him about her family without names or origins. With his connections, he could probably find out, but she told him that it could do enormous harm to some of them and would mean she would never see them again. Though curious, Ian saw the real terror in her eyes, drowning his curiosity.
He told her about his life. He’d traveled extensively and had spent a year at Oxford, though he was by no means a scholar. He’d toured the States, Canada, Mexico, Thailand, Russia, Europe and South Africa, never finding the peace of his native Australia. Lynne world began to grow in his arms, to see the places she desperately wanted to visit through his words.
After a while, they lay in each other’s arms and dozed. Her eyes snapped open. She noticed him looking at her with a strange expression.
“What’s up?”
“I realized I never said it,” he said softly, “I love you Lynne.”
Lynne happily walked through the doorway in her heart from Michael to Ian. Michael would understand.
She slowly took off her commitment ring and placed it on the dresser, “I love you Ian. I love you in a way I have never loved a man before. Please believe that. I can’t explain it, but I love you so much.”
“Now come in my pussy without a condom.”
That evening, Lynne saw the pained expression on Alice’s face and the fury in Beth’s eyes. Neither could penetrate the armor of her love. She wasn’t indifferent, but Ian was now her man and she wanted to be his entire world.
The initial wave of frantic play over the first two days had smoothed into a comfortable atmosphere, making Jessica’s job easy. She planned two parties each night, one at the day visitor pool where she had dancing music, beer and wine. At the private pool she had more mellow music and a full bar. Tonight, she was a bit tired, so she went to the private bar.
She saw Ian and Lynne, now clearly a “couple”. They waived her over to their table. A thrill went through Jessica. While technically not a lesbian, she was close. And Lynne was hot. Had she known the plan, Jessica would have been astonished. Ian was a hunk. Several of the girls had cursed when he attached himself to Lynne.
“Hi!” Jessica said with more energy than she really had, “You guys look happy!”
They looked in each other’s eyes. She giggled. He chuckled. Jessica thought they had that freshly fucked aura about them.
“We made love all day,” Lynne said, getting the elephant in the room out in the open. Jessica’s smiled brilliantly. Lynne continued, “Wanna join us tomorrow night?”
Shock registered in her eyes. She couldn’t have heard that right, “and do what?” in a whisper.
“Let me lick your pussy and have you lick mine. We can go from there,” Lynne said in a soft woman’s voice.
Ian marveled at Lynne’s honest, direct approach to the world. Only later would he discover that it had been copied from Michael’s personal ethics and habits.
“If you’re serious, I’d love to,” Jessica said in a warm voice.
“Oh, take a couple of enemas too. My tongue likes to travel around the world.”
Having secured Ian’s fantasy for tomorrow, Lynne took him to the beach to fulfill one of hers. They began to make gentle love on the beach. In her mind it had been wonderful. Unfortunately, the reality of sand and mosquitoes and gnats ruined it. They finished in her room.
Lynne’s acceptance of Ian’s desires opened a doorway for him to a universe of sensuality. He took Lynne through it with him.
Ian moved his things to Lynne’s room for the remainder of the vacation. After a fabulous day of snorkeling and lounging, they went to shower off the salt before preparing for Jessica.
They’d seen her throughout the day, of course, and the sexual tension hummed between them. Having finished snorkeling, Lynne went to shower in the day visitor pool locker room. Jessica saw her go in and followed.
Lynne smiled broadly when she entered. Jessica strode directly to her, slid an arm around her waist and pulled Lynne to her. Jessica’s eyes were aflame with desire. Lips met willing lips. A soft kiss morphed into an inferno of need. Jessica had seen a great deal of sex this past five days and she was beyond horny. Lynne felt her need and dropped her hand to Jessica’s pussy. Lynne giggled into Jessica’s mouth. Jessica was dripping!
Jessica’s lips were on fire with need. It filled her. Coupled with anticipation for the night, she was a wreck.
Lynne pulled her to the dressing room and locked the door. Lynne pulled Jessica’s one-piece suit off her shoulders, pulled it down and off. She pushed Jessica to the seat, spread her legs and knelt on the soft, padded floor.
Lynne attacked Jessica’s pussy like a ravenous animal, licking, sucking and gently biting. Jessica moaned, gasped and squealed her delight. Lynne’s hands kneaded Jessica’s C cup breasts with their rock hard nipples. Jessica pulled Lynne to her clit. Lynne sucked it into her mouth and bit down gently while her tongue whipped the engorged button mercilessly.
Jessica screamed in orgasm, but Lynne continued until several screams later, Jessica pushed her away. Lynne’s knees started to hurt, so she stood and caressed Jessica’s shoulders.
“You taste great!”
Jessica looked up with wonder in her eyes. They smiled at each other and left the room to the showers to get the salt off them, talking about the night to come.
Lynne inserted a finger in Jessica’s pussy before they exited. Jessica still leaked excitement.
Ian waited patiently at the pool, rising as they approached.
“Open wide,” Lynne said inserting her finger in his mouth, “This is what Jessica tastes like.” Jessica giggled, the flame of passion burst bright again.
Jessica joined them for dinner, the spotlight clearly on Lynne. Both Ian and Jessica wanted her and were obviously trying to seduce her. They both succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.
Jessica and Lynne left to get ready. Ian would give Lynne an hour before returning to their room. Lynne hated to be rushed. Ian wondered if he would fulfill two of his fantasies tonight.
Beth and Kat came to his table. He started to rise, but Kat gently pushed him back into his seat. “Can we join you?” Kat asked with a slight southern US accent.
“Sure,” Ian said apprehensively. He knew they were upset at his relationship with Lynne.
“I want to apologize,” Beth said, “I was angry with Lynne, thinking of my Dad and how he’ll miss her. Don’t misunderstand me, he will, but when he sees her so alive and full of love, he’ll be OK.” She extended her hand. He took it. Kat jumped into his lap and kissed his cheek. “Just be good to her. She’s a keeper.”
When he got to their room, Lynne had a towel around her body and another around her hair. She’d just finished shaving for the night’s activities.
“Had an interesting hour, Love,” she looked at him quizzically, “Beth and Kat talked with me for awhile. Then Alice came over. They apologized for being upset and told me they had never seen you so happy so Michael won’t have a problem. They asked me to tell you.”
She flew into his arms. If Beth apologized, it would all be set right. The guilt that had hidden in her heart evaporated.
He took his shower, shaved and put on linen pants with a drawstring. He was Commando beneath.
When he came out, he was surprised to see condoms on the bed stand. Two fantasies might be explored tonight.
Lynne simply sparkled with joy. She already felt Ian was her husband, her one and only. That didn’t mean they could not share their bodies, but they would never share their hearts.
She wore a thin dressing gown with a sash tied loosely. She was one tug from being naked. Her makeup screamed sex. Her long flowing hair was pulled into a single thick ponytail as she anticipated a good deal of oral play and didn’t want her hair in the way.
They barely heard the gentle knock. Brown eyes met gray in thrilled anticipation. Lynne hit play and music filled the room.
Jessica looked fabulous. During the day, she wore little makeup since she was frequently in the water. Now she looked a flawless, green-eyed beauty. She wore a beach cover-up, thong and beach sandals. She wore her thick, blonde hair pulled into a ponytail.
Ian handed her a flute of champagne. Lynne joined them, “To a night of wonder.” They drank.
Lynne took Ian’s hand and led him to a chair. “You get to watch until we ask you to join,” Lynne said releasing her inner slut.
When she turned around Jessica wore only her birthday suit. Lynne tugged her sash and joined her. Each held the other with one arm while the other hand explored the mysteries of the other woman.
Jessica had almost been a world-class runner until a knee injury had ended her career. She had an athlete’s confidence. She kept in shape in the gym, pools and ocean at the resort. Her ass was well muscled, beautifully shaped and rounded without any cellulite. Her c cup tits were full and topped with pink aureoles and long, now hard nipples.
The kiss ended with Jessica leading Lynne to the bed, positioning her so Ian could see. Jessica took her time, kissing every erogenous zone only women can find. By the time Jessica reached her breasts, Lynne was in a universe of pleasure, her nipples steely while her pussy streamed fluid.
Jessica sucked her right nipple hard. Lynne stiffened and gasped. Jessica moved her right arm until her hand was just above Lynne’s sex. She extended her index finger with its long nail. She found the opening with the tip of her finger. Lynne moaned and began to tremble.
Jessica bit down on the nipple while dragging her fingernail gently up Lynne’s slit to her clit, flicking it just once.
Lynne screamed as her orgasm exploded through her.
Jessica levitated to between Lynne’s legs and began to suck her clit. She captured it in her teeth and tortured it with her tongue. The incredible sensations fueled multiple orgasms. Lynne thrashed, but kept pulling Jessica to her pussy.
Her leg cramped, pain fueling her final orgasm. “IIIIIIIIIANNNNNNNNNNNN!” and she collapsed.
Jessica helped her knead the cramp, stretching her leg out, toes up. It released.
Covered with Lynne’s juice, Jessica came to Ian and drew him into a very wet kiss. He surprised her, drawing her into a warm embrace as he licked Lynne’s fluid from her face and chest. His hands stayed around her waist and on her hip, but they hummed with sensuality. She looked into his eyes and surrendered her lips to his.
The small part of her that still liked men seemed to grow inside her.
“Hey bitch, don’t try to steal my man!” Lynne said it as a joke, but her eyes were deadly serious. She joined them in a three-way kiss. She tasted her own juice. She dropped her hand to find Ian’s cock. It was hard as steel.
“Jess, do you mind if he fucks me while I eat you?” she looked at Jessica whose eyes showed wonder. Lynne knew that look. “Or would you rather he joined both of us?”
Jessica’s eyes lit up. “Both.” A little part of Lynne cried out, ‘not again.’
Ian was no fool. He saw Lynne’s wounded eyes, but could not think of a way to change the course of the evening.
“Don’t I get my show first?” Ian asked, trying to give him time to think, “I want to watch the love of my life eat you. Then we’ll see where it goes.”
Lynne heard the love and reassurance. He’d offered to forego his fantasy for her feelings. She finally understood how Beth could share her father. ‘I’m being a little bitch,’ she thought.
She led Jessica to the bed. She reached out to Ian and had him sit close. She wanted to put on a good show for him to apologize. As he approached, she grabbed the pull string on his pants. Now they all wore the same clothing.
He sat next to Jessica while Lynne laid on her other side.
“If you want to play with Ian while I’m between your legs, go ahead,” Lynne said, smiling, “you’re going to taste him later, anyway.”
Ian understood. Lynne had defeated her inner demons.
He watched Lynne begin to kiss Jessica, a soft kiss of invitation. It grew into a fiery lip lock. Ian was forgotten. Incandescent need coursed through Jessica. Lynne matched her intensity. Finally they broke the kiss. Lynne pushed Jessica down.
“Get ready bitch, you’re mine tonight,” Lynne growled. She began to explore the exquisite woman. Ian watched his woman in awe of her raw sensuality. By the time Lynne reached Jessica’s pussy, the room reeked of sex. Jessica streamed lubricant and was gripping the sheets, her eyes closed in concentration.
Ian watched as his gentle Lynne attacked Jessica’s pussy with abandon. Jessica screamed as Lynne found her most sensitive nub. Two fingers opened her pussy lips. Ian saw Lynne’s tongue dart inside, her tongue collecting Jessica’s secret nectar. Lynne sucked the woman’s clit.
Jessica shrieked her climax.
Lynne bit down gently, whipping her tongue across her clit.
She came again with another earsplitting scream. Jessica gripped Lynne’s hair, holding her to her labia, grinding her pussy against Lynne’s mouth.
Another series of misfiring neutrons was followed by another, incoherent shriek.
She released Lynne’s head.
“Help me turn her over,” Lynne said.
Ian helped Lynne turn Jessica onto her stomach. Lynne’s face was covered with Jessica’s juice. Ian kissed her with a passionate desperation.
“Watch.”
Lynne’s tongue began to work down Jessica’s ass crack, kneading the firm muscles, spreading the cheeks to give her access to Jessica’s puckered starfish. Her tongue finally reached the nether opening.
Lynne’s hands pried the ass cheeks apart and began to caress the pink starfish with her tongue.
Jessica squealed weakly. Lynne looked at Ian, motioning to the lube on the bedside.
Even as her tongue caressed, Lynne began to add a finger to her instruments of pleasure, spreading strawberry lube around and finally in Jessica’s ass.
Jessica moaned. Lynne gently inserted one finger, using it to pry her anus open. She added a second heavily lubed finger.
Jessica came to life, coming to her knees. Lynne motioned Ian to kneel behind Jessica. Lynne lovingly lubed his cock. Ian finally understood. He positioned himself behind Jessica.
Lynne whispered something to her. Jessica shook her head, whispering a reply.
“Pussy first, then her ass, darling,” Lynne said too soft for Jessica to hear. She took his cock and slid it along her inner lips, parting them. Finding her opening, Lynne gently pushed him forward, “be very gentle. No condoms.”
Lynne lay on her back and squirmed beneath, her face inches from Jessica’s. They began an intimate kiss. Lynne didn’t have to watch to see what Ian was doing. It was plainly written on Jessica’s face.
Ian pushed forward a little. Her tunnel clutched at him. She was very tight. He moved forward when he felt her press back. He started to impale her. He felt something. Not believing, he pushed gently forward. His way was obstructed. She was a virgin! He felt Lynne’s fingers on his balls urging him forward.
He coiled and ripped through her hymen. Jessica shrieked her pain into Lynne’s mouth.
Ian pulled back and froze. He felt her channel desperately trying to adjust to his shaft. He’d heard her suppressed cry.
He felt her push back. He moved forward slowly and in tiny increments, each movement waiting for Jessica’s signal.
Finally she was fully impaled. She began to rotate her hips, grinding in rhythm to the music. Ian felt Lynne’s fingers on Jessica’s clit. Jessica danced in rhythm, caressing his cock deep inside her.
Jessica’s breathing became ragged. She lost her rhythm. Ian directed her hips. She began to climb the mountain of her climax. Ian willed himself to wait.
Jessica began to move in frantic patterns, slamming onto his cock. Ian met her passion. Lynne sucked Jessica’s nipples, frantically rubbing her clit.
Jessica let out a primal scream as she climaxed. Ian felt her tunnel flutter than grip his shaft in a death grip. His control failed.
“I’m cumming,” he announced.
Jessica ground her pussy against him, telling him to come inside her.
He exploded inside her. His spasming shaft triggered another violent climax. Jessica collapsed forward feeling Ian’s shaft slip from her pussy.
Lynne pounced and began caressing her leaking labia, tasting the mixed blood, semen and female juice until a weak voice begged, “enough.”
They lay exhausted, Jessica in the middle. Explanations would be for tomorrow, but Jessica looked at Lynne and quietly said, “Thank you, thank you. It was incredible,” Jessica looked at Ian who had wonder in his eyes.
He smiled and pulled Jessica close. “You are incredible. I’m sorry I hurt you, but you are so special. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much.”
Lynne surrendered her heart and soul to Ian that night.
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Fable bodied, prick teasing, married celebrity sexpot cheats on her husband with a scumbag black Raper and puts thier careers and finances in peril. A Mexican billionare steps in and offers the couple a $3.0 million solutin that involves her putting out to his six well trained Tijuana donkeys for three days. Her mother casts a very positive vote for the donkey solution.
My first story, please be nice. All constructive input welcomed!
A mother uses her sexual skills and body to negotiate her daughter’s prenuptual agreement
Again, not my story, just reposting
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This is my second story. I’d like to repeat that Engllish is not my native language. So don’t pester abou it. Also, this story is about incestuous sex. If that’s not what you like, please move somewhere else. The story has a long build up. So, if you wanna get immediately to sex, that’s not the place for you either.
Last but not least, I’d like to thank the girl who edited this story for me. She doesn’t want to be named, but it’s just fair that she gets credit for her work. Thank you very much!
*********************************************************************************************************A MOTHER’S DISGRACE
Mark was still not used to the new house he was living in. He felt out of place in the luxurious neighborhood, and wasn’t able to adapt to the new school uniform. It was stiff and impeded his movement when he rode his bike.
Yes, the bike. The only thing in his life that had not changed. Yet. His mother’s new companion wanted to buy him a car as soon as he turned sixteen! Mark was still doubtful about that. I mean, given how rich that man was, he would have gotten a car that would make every girl’s head spin. Nevertheless, he was reluctant to give up his old, beloved bike.
It was not because it was particularly appealing or functional. On the contrary. The color had peeled off here and there, leaving areas of rust. The tires were worn to the point that they threatened to blow up at any moment. But Mark felt a connection to that bike, a connection even stronger now that he had been removed from the world he grew up in and that he so well knew.
In fact Mark had stolen that bike in a parking lot five years ago.
“Even back then it was a piece of junk!” he thought, with a smirk.
It was his first steal. The first of many. Not that he wanted to be a criminal, but it’s how things go in the poor suburbs where he was born. If you want something, you must find a way to get it, legal or not. After all, what can one do if there is not enough money in the family to even buy food?
Moreover, at that age, you’re not able to prioritize: you are simply aware of what you want! And filled with anger and envy if you cannot get it.
But Mark didn’t always steal for himself. He did it also to help his family out. It was the least he could do, with his mother who worked as a stripper in one of the worst clubs in the area and a father that was drunk at 9 am. He didn’t like staying at home. Too much yelling, fighting and the way his father reeked: simply too much to bear! Therefore he spent his leisure time hanging around with other guys like him, complaining about how harsh life was with them. To try and change that, they went out and stole what they thought they’d deserve. Like a sort of modern, selfish Robin Hood.
Mark smiled, standing before the wrought iron gate of the villa that was now his house, thinking of the old gang. They were very mottled. Two black brothers, with bony features and an evil look. Once you had gotten to know them, they were the most loyal and easy going guys on earth. But it was hard to get past their defenses. Not to mention risky: they were both muscular and strong, able to strangle a person with their bare hands…without feeling any regret. Then there was Luke, the son of a military man who was always overseas. He was his father’s shame and knew it. Not that it mattered, he had no contact with him. His mother had divorced him when the soldier got to know of her addiction to alcohol. Now Luke was living a life very similar to Mark’s: having troubles to get to the end of the month, because his mom spent every possible cent on liquor. Maybe the most unusual component of the crew was, however, Rick: he was a short, skinny, sick looking guy. Actually he was not only sick looking, but was actually quite sickly, which greatly affected his family’s already precarious finances. He was shy and introverted, unlike all the others. He wore glasses and loved to read. He was like the “philosopher” of the group, the one always complaining when they did something illegal or risky. The one that always needed to be convinced. But he was also good hearted and always willing to help. Mark could not even recall how he became part of the gang; simply he did not remember a time when Rick was not part of his life.
Mark sighed. He felt homesick…even if he was supposed to be home. All his friends were still in that smelly neighborhood, while he was standing among villas with marbled paths and patios. He could not feel sorry, for it was surely a better life now. But he was not happy either: his life was somewhere else. Mark was sure all his gang was missing the tall, brown haired guy who was always late. Maybe even his green, piercing eyes – that always seemed to be dazed until something woke them up, making them spark with a never dying flame that was Mark’s best feature – or his big nose and lips. Mark was never outstanding in any regard, with an average body in height and weight. He was neither smart nor stupid. He was a normal guy. Probably what that group needed.
With a final shake of his head, Mark convinced himself to push the gate open and climb the path up to the villa. There was a semicircular patio with roman-style columns before the door and he left the bike there. On his left was the swimming pool. Nobody was there, despite the hot sun shining in the sky. This was slightly unusual. His mom loved the swimming pool more than anything in the villa, as if it was something that could give her an undeniable status in the society. Therefore she spent all possible hours there. Strange that she was not sunbathing on such a glorious day!
With a shrug, Mark turned the key in the lock and swung the door open, throwing the rucksack onto the ground. He didn’t bother to announce himself. His mother’s boyfriend was supposed to be out of town and his mother was probably out, since she was not in the water.
He walked the corridor that led to the living room, surrounded, as always, by the fine artwork hung on the walls. Some of them were really valuable; one could see a Picasso, a Renoir and a couple of Van Goghs. Sadly, Mark appreciated them more than their owner. For him, they were only a display of richness. While to Mark, they inspired various emotions, even if he didn’t know anything about art.
He was lost in these thoughts when he stepped into the living room, absent-mindely. Therefore he was surprised to hear noises coming from the center of the room. Coming back to earth, Mark turned his head and looked for the source of them. The living room was a square room, surrounded by a path of black porphyry stone. The middle of the room was a little lower than this corridor and cobbled in while marble streaked with green. One column at each corner sustained a large glass cupola, which allowed light to flood in. The central zone was furnished with a precious carpet, a dark glass coffee table, a white, leather couch and a huge, ultra-slim flat screen television.
It was on that couch that his mother’s boyfriend was sitting, wearing just a robe, open at the waist to allow his mother, who was knelt on the carpet, to give him head. The guy had his head reclined and eyes closed, enjoying Mark’s mother’s skillful blowjob and did not even acknowledge the boy’s arrival. But Anita, the woman, did hear something behind her and turned her head.
Evidently, the guy came home earlier than expected! – Mark thought.
Anita was very unlike Mark, except for the eyes. They were the same shade of green and shared the same intensity. But she was brunette, even though she dyed the tip of her hair in red. The face was simply beautiful, with pouty lips, gentle features and a small, cute nose. She was average height but with large breasts for her body: a nice, full D cup. The legs were slender and toned, leading to a nice heart-shaped butt, that always gained her a lot of tips back at the strip club.
She stared at her son for some long seconds, never stopping his action on the man’s member. Then, waving her hand in an annoyed manner, Anita dismissed him.
Even if Mark was still shocked, his feet started moving. He had always been aware that his mother was very “kind” to the client to earn some extra cash. Some of them even came home for particular services. Mark was even too aware of what these particular services were! More than he would have liked for sure! It was obviously not the first time he had seen his mother naked. Not even the first time he caught her in the act.
So why was he so shaken. It was not like he did not know why the rich movie producer chose her as a girlfriend. He was older than her – she was 38. Mark didn’t know his age exactly, but reckoned he was in his mid 50’s. He was tall, with large shoulders. He was big, but not with a beer belly like his father. Simply squat by nature. Mark always found the producer to be kind of sleazy. But it was part of the game: he needed to be to do his job. All in all, he was neither good nor bad. For sure that guy was better than his father. It came out that Anita was not as stupid as Mark had always thought. The boy always wondered why his mother would have put up with a terrible subject like her husband. Maybe it was love at first, but, after his alcoholism came in the picture, it turned out it was only for the check he received for a leg injury he suffered at work and forced him now to work only few hours. But, as soon as the chance came up, Anita said goodbye to that loser.
That was how Mark ended up in that villa, that felt so cold to him. He knew his mother fucked the producer like he’d never been fucked before, in order to ensure he continued to support them both. So why was he so bothered? He was heading for the staircase that lead to the first floor, where his room was located, when he saw it. A silver mirror, on the coffee table, with lines of a white substance. A credit card was nearby, with some stains of the white substance on the side.
Suddenly, he realized why the scene struck him: it was his mother’s gaze, which was so lost and unfocused. So unlike her usual self. Her eyes were not piercing through him. On the contrary: didn’t it take her a long time to react to his presence?
Mark felt disgusted and anger was building up in his chest. Sternly, he climbed the stairs and slammed his bedroom door shut. He got rid of that unbearable uniform and put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. He felt restless. He could not sit, he could not find anything to do. He tried watching some television, but it was no good. Therefore Mark got up and paced the room.
Not even this helped. It was like Mark was unable to wipe his drugged mother’s eyes from his mind. But why? Why did he care so much? Mark and Anita were never close. He always blamed her for not getting rid of his father. On the other hand, she was never able to connect with him. They barely talked and only if it was strictly necessary. They did not feel any affection toward one another. So why did he care so much?
Before he knew it, Mark was sitting before his laptop, with a porn site open. He browsed for some random movies and started watching them, hoping the hardcore action would have averted his mind. After some minutes, the boy realized it was not working particularly well. Sure, his dick was hard in his hand waiting to be stroked. But he could not really focus on the scenes before his eyes. Maybe looking for porn was not a brilliant idea: every girl displayed reminded Mark of Anita. Of what she was doing. Of what she had always done! Of the state she was in.
With horror he noticed that the actresses in the movies not only reminded him of his mother; they actually resembled her!! He had chosen scenes and actresses that adapted to Anita’s situation. That was rather unsettling!
Marked stopped stroking his dick and pondered the facts. It could not be a coincidence that he had chosen such movies after what happened. Was his sub-conscious trying to tell him something? If so, what was it? Finding the answer was not difficult for Mark, once he had formulated the right question. It was something that had been there for a long time now, only waiting for him to discover it. Now that Mark realized that fact, he was asking himself how he could have missed it all those years. But it was not important. Now he was aware.
He stood up with resolution and walked out of his room, heading downstairs. He was angry. Angry at his mother. Not because he had seen her or because she was sucking the producer. Not even because she had sniffed coke. Mark had always been angry with Anita for the life he was living. And for the life she was living! He was ashamed when his friends made fun of him because of his mother’s job or behavior. He had always retorted that with that job they could live, while their mothers could not even afford food. But now he realized that, deep down, those remarks left a scar. And so did the smell of cheap, slutty perfume. Or the red lipstick and the heavy make-up. He was scarred every time she kicked him out to receive a client.
He was ungrateful, to say the least. Mark doubted that Anita liked such a life. It must have hurt her just as much or more. And probably, the way she behaved toward him, it was just a form of protection. But Mark didn’t care. The anger was burning too strongly. Anita brought him into this world, just to force him to such a life. And now, when everything was finally beginning to change, she starts to do drugs, threatening to make him fall in an even darker pit if only the producer got tired of her?! That was unacceptable. It was the spark that ignited all the fire powder he had been storing for years.
Mark finally reached the bottom of the staircase and, from behind a column, watched the coupling between Anita and the producer, becoming suddenly aware that his erection had not subsided in the least from when he had stopped stroking it to porn. On the contrary, it was, if possible, even harder.
The guy was a little bit surprised: Anita was still on her knees, sucking her boyfriend’s cock, even though at least thirty minutes elapsed since he had gone to his room. The man was very resistant, Mark considered, before seeing glistening traces near his mother’s mouth and noticing how soft the member was.
Mark smirked. His mother was too much of a good cock sucker for her to take more than half an hour to make a guy come!
The boy lowered his pants, just enough to be able to take out his own cock. While stroking it, Mark felt precum oozing out, wetting the dick head. His shaft was hard like an iron stick and more throbbing than it had ever been.
With furtive movements, he left his hideout and moved toward the couple. The producer still held his eyes closed, trying to get hard again. Anita was too focused on her task to notice anything else. And judging by how turgid the cock in her mouth was becoming, it would not have taken long before she succeeded. The woman was naked and being knelt while bent forward, her wonderful ass stuck out, up in the air. Underneath it, despite the closed legs, a glimpse of her bald pussy could be caught, which made Mark’s heart skip a bit. And his cock drip precum on the luxurious carpet.
Closer and closer he got. Silently. He could now see how puffy his mother’s outer labia were. Were they always like that or was she downright horny? – Mark asked himself. Maybe it was also the drug to enhance her horniness.
Whatever the cause was, they looked so inviting to the boy. And he didn’t lose time: when he was close enough, he knelt behind his mother and, with a single, swift motion, he dived his hard cock into her cunt.
She squealed, gaping her mouth and probably scratching the producer’s cock with her teeth, because he opened his eyes also. Mark was aware of how dangerous the situation was, but he counted on the coke to loosen the both of them up. He didn’t stop. On the contrary, he started to buck his hips, fucking his own mother. There was no tenderness. Mark was fucking her rough, hard and fast. It was not only because he was brimming with lust and anger. The point was also that he didn’t know how long this possibility would last. Therefore he was determined to make the most of it.
In fact, Anita was already protesting:
“What the hell are you doing, pervert! Stop it right now!”
She even lifted a hand and placed it on Mark’s belly to prevent him from thrusting forward. But her resistance was feeble. Too feeble: the drug, for sure. So Mark had no problems at all in continuing to fuck her.
The producer was not in a better state either. At first a look of surprise crossed his face, but then he simply laughed. He could not stop, apparently.
“Stop it Mark! – plead Anita – This is wrong! No. This is sick! Why are you doing it? Why are you fucking me?”
There was no doubt that it cost her a lot of effort to straighten up her thoughts enough to put those sentences together. It was clear from how weakly she opposed to the incestuous fuck.
Mark didn’t answer. There was no need. He simply hammered her harder.
“Stop it! Stop it! It sickens me! I don’t want to!” complained Anita, but her body was unable to live up to her words and she was forced to endure the non-consensual intercourse.
By now the producer had almost stopped laughing:
“This is interesting and funny. – he commented, in his squeaky voice – Just let him continue, darling! This is better than I ever expected!”
It was too much: he burst out laughing again.
Even if her mind was clouded by the effects of the coke, Anita widened her eyes in disbelief. As far as he was regarded, Mark slowed down a bit, curious to see how the woman would respond. Even if she didn’t speak a word, the boy smiled in satisfaction. Just like he had suspected, she bent her head and stopped protesting. Her hand found the producer’s cock and started to stroke it back to life. There was no arguing: she had really become a whore over the years. Or maybe she was one to start with.
It didn’t matter. Mark’s reasons to be angry at her were justified. It was all he needed to proceed until the end.
Now that he was considering his mother’s sluttiness, the boy noticed how wet her cunt was. Again, maybe it was the drug. But Mark preferred to think that she was enough of a slut to enjoy it.
He really enjoyed fucking Anita. It was unlike any sex he had had so far. And not only because the girls he had slept with were far less experienced than his mother: she was not particularly participative at the moment. The point was, for the first time, sex was a thrill besides the act in itself. This time it was not about seeing, touching and playing with a feminine body. It was something deeper. He guessed that that was what normal people feel when they make love. He had chosen a very different way to experience those emotions…but he was simply loving it!
He could have fucked that pussy all day long, but the producer had other plans.
“Why don’t you suck us both, sweetheart? – he said, standing up – It will be lovely to see you taste your pussy from your son’s cock!”
Anita threw him a disgusted look, but her eyes were not nearly piercing enough to impress anyone. In fact, she simply complied. Mark was very reluctant to pull out, but thought it was better to play along with the man in order to make this last as long as possible. So he retrieved his dick from Anita’s cunt and stood at his mother’s side opposite the producer.
Anita looked at him in the eyes, begging silently, but the boy did not let this affect him. On the contrary, the woman’s hesitancy turned him on even more. She sighed, looked at her boyfriend as if hoping he was not serious, but didn’t get the feedback she was expecting. So Anita opened her mouth once more and slowly, shamefully took her son’s dick between those pouty lips.
Mark could feel his mom shiver in disgust. This only added something to the incredible sensation he was feeling. Anita’s lips were full and warm. Even if she was not trying hard to please him, they were able to give him the best blowjob of his life. Mark deprecated the way Anita submitted to her boyfriend’s – and his – will. He was resentful because of that. Yet he loved it, because it allowed him to do all this! It was hard even for him to describe how he felt.
Soon all thought vanished, because the producer complained:
“Ehi, darling! You can do better than that! Suck him real good! All he’s ever gotten is lousy blowjobs from inexperienced kids!”
It was then that something striking happened. Anita looked at the both of them, tears filling her eyes. Then sighed, dived toward the coffee table, sniffed a line of coke and breathed heavily. She let her head fall back, making her hair bounce and cascade down. Then she turned toward them again.
The striking part – for Mark at least – was how absent she was. Her face was seraphic but her eyes absolutely vacuous. In that moment, she was just a puppet for them to use. She had willingly reduced her to that state. Mark felt sorry to have caused that, but was also turned on by how slutty his mother was. How ready to do everything in order to satisfy her boyfriend. Being torn between how he hated and loved her was arousing in a certain, perverted sense.
As said, though, those were the last conscious thoughts he acknowledged. In fact, as soon as Anita crawled up to him, she engulfed his throbbing erection with her mouth. This time her attitude was different. The motion wasn’t slow at all. She wasn’t distant, absent or reluctant. On the contrary, she was giving her best. Even more than she was when Mark came home some time ago – or so it seemed to him.
In a single movement, Anita was able to fit her son’s entire manhood down her throat. It was amazing how she was able to move and use her tongue, despite how stretched her mouth was. She was skilled indeed.
“That’s it!” the producer commented “Taste your pussy on his cock! Show him what a good cocksucker you are! Show him why I prize you so much!”
Even though he was undoubtedly high – maybe even more than Anita – he sniffed some more coke. He even offered some to Mark, who wisely declined.
Not that he could actually think straight. From his standing point, the boy could see his mom’s impressive cleavage. Her D cup tits swung while she rocked her torso to suck his cock like it had never been sucked before. She did this simple thing, rotating her head while bobbing up and down the shaft that, combined with the way the tongue worked on the underside of his manhood, was driving him crazy.
The scene seemed to revive also the man’s dick, which he had been stroking for a while. Therefore he wanted some action too. At first he simply placed his hard-on in one of her hands. This positioned Anita perpendicularly with respect to both males and with a cock in each hand her tits were on full display. Of course, it didn’t take long for them to receive attention, the left one from Mark, the other from the producer. Both fondled the big, soft and warm flesh, feeling the nipples harden and poke against their palms. At different times, they paid attention to them, starting with swirling them around and then pinching and pulling on them.
These actions elicited moans from Anita and turned the man on.
“You see, boy? She likes sucking your cock!” he said, while turning his girlfriend’s face toward his groin and forcing his erection into her waiting mouth.
Without any need to instruct her, Anita grabbed Mark’s cock, keeping it nice and hard with long, skillful strokes.
It was quite embarrassing to admit, but his mother was better than himself at masturbating his dick. She turned her wrist so that his foreskin brushed entirely against the head, eliciting as much pleasure as possible. Moreover, the pace was perfect. Fast enough for it to be highly enjoyable, but not enough to come.
Remarkably, amidst all this, she was sucking her man’s cock with just as much ability.
Even though it was the best wank of his life, Mark could not stay there simply enjoying it. The realization of how great Anita was at sex, ignited the will of proving that he was good too. Therefore he retrieved his manhood from the woman’s hand, knelt behind her and stretched out his arms, one in front of her and the other downward. With the one in front, Mark grabbed the tit the producer was not fondling and resumed playing with it. Meanwhile, the other hand was devoted to reaching Anita’s pussy from behind, part its lips and play with her clit.
Even though Anita’s tits were gorgeous, the sensation her pussy added was indescribable. She was dripping wet. Mark could not resist the temptation to stick one – and then two – of his fingers in the vagina from which he came. And to prove he was skilled too, Mark did this without stopping his assault to his mother’s clit.
The stimulation seemed to fire the woman up and the youngster could assist, close up, to the show of a passionate blowjob given by an expert. Anita’s hands were on the producer’s genitals, one massaging his nutsack, the other stroking the shaft, while her head bobbed up and down on the head. By the sounds, one could easily tell how strong the suction was and observing the girl’s cheeks, the way her tongue feverishly worked was unmistakable. Proof of all this were the groans and the tremble that shook the man’s body.
It didn’t take long for him to pull out of Mark’s mother’s mouth, in order not to come.
“Break time, babe!” he said, sniffing more drug and sitting, lazily stroking his manhood and waiting for the approaching climax to subside.
Mark, anyhow, was too horny to simply wait. So, since his mother did not move, he grabbed and dragged her to the couch. She didn’t put up any resistance. Not even when her son spread her legs wide open. Doing so, Mark was rewarded with a glorious sight. Anita’s pussy was puffy indeed, even more now that it had received some fingering from her son. But the inner labia were small, despite the recent arousal – just like Mark liked. Their color was bright pink and the whole area was glistening because of the leaked out juices.
The boy didn’t waste time and dived for the most supple cunt he’d ever seen in his short life. Even before his lips made contact with the other, more intimate lips, Mark was intoxicated by the strong, feminine scent that filled his nostrils. It was musky, to some extent. Yet with some reminiscence of sweetness. It was unique and different from how any other pussy he had eaten out smelled.
The taste then, was simply heavenly. Mark would have described it very similarly to the scent. But those juices were ten, one hundred times stronger – and hence better! He was not a heavy drinker, but had tried beer sometimes. Yet, those secretions were more intoxicating than vodka, to him. He could have stayed there all day lapping them up.
But he wanted more. He wanted to make and see his mother cum, right in his awaiting mouth. So after having teased her for a little bit, passing his tongue all over her vulva, even in the indent between outer and inner labia, he used right fore- and ringfinger to part those lips and expose Anita’s clit from under its hood. Then, slowly, he started to flick his tongue on that sensitive button.
The reaction was immediate. Anita’s body tensed, arching her back. Out of the corner of his eyes, Mark noticed how turgid and erect the woman’s nipples were. They must have been very sensitive too, because Anita started to play with them, to enhance the pleasure she was experiencing.
It was like a trigger being pulled to Mark. He increased the speed and strength of his tongue’s assault. He threw the teeth on the battlefield too, allowing them to bite Anita’s clit from time to time. Gently while pulling, so that the skin around the knot of nerves was tensed and sensitive. When Mark realized he had done everything he could with his mouth, he decided to plug two fingers in his mother’s pussy. Even here he showed the bit of skill he had learned in his past experiences, letting his wrist gyrate while the arm moved in and out, so that no spot was left untouched.
The boy was so focused on his cunnilingus that missed how horny the whole situation got the producer. The latter, had at some point straddled Anita’s chest and placed his cock – which, Mark considered, was not impressive at all – between the woman’s tits. Considering how big these were, it’s no surprise that the dick disappeared instantly.
So there was the man, playing with the girl’s boobs and nipples, while pleasing himself too, thrusting back and forth. Anita seemed to enjoy the attention both men were paying her. She started to moan softly, but then the volume increased. Now she was crying out loud, panting because of the difficulty she was having to breath.
And then it happened. With an high pitched shriek, Anita had her orgasm. Her whole body trembled and shook, before tensing up and releasing a gush of juices out of her pussy. Mark, who had foreseen that, had switched places. Now his mouth was attached to his mother’s cunt while his fingers massaged her clit. Therefore he could drink down every single drop the woman gave him. Keen as he was to lap up every tiny bit of womanly secretion, he also played with Anita’s vagina in the aftermath of the proper climax, making this last longer.
“Ok. I wanna fuck her now!” the producer demanded, looking first at Anita’s disheveled and sweaty face and then at Mark.
The boy would have sworn to read some envy or surprise in it. But actually it was too occupied to think how to enjoy his mother sexually next to care.
“Fine. – he finally said – Make her ride you in reverse cowgirl. I wanna enjoy her tits too!”
If the man was somehow envious of the boy, he didn’t show it. In fact he smiled and commented, to Anita:
“You’re son knows what he wants. I like that in a man. Great idea, kid!”
Anita seemed to revive for a second and frowned at Mark, but the drug took over again very soon and she obliged obediently. The titfuck had left the producer’s cock hard and throbbing, so despite his tininess, the woman had no problems taking it in her pussy. On the contrary, Mark’s dick had deflated a little bit during his cunnilingus. Actually much less than it would have done in any other situation – Mark considered. But he didn’t refuse a second trip into his mother’s mouth.
Given the fact that she had to ride her boyfriend, she didn’t use all her ability this time, but was far more than enough to make Mark hard as a rock. In fact he was able to push it between the massive tits that were bouncing because of the up-down motion. As soon as those marvelous mounds of flesh closed around his prick, Mark believed he just reached heaven. Their consistency was perfect. They irradiated heat directly onto his cock, making him boil with desire. The skin was smooth like silk and it elicited so much pleasure brushing against the boy’s veined member. Every time Anita was moving downward, Mark’s foreskin was removed and his glans rubbed against his mother’s soft, big tits. He could have exploded every time. But by some miracle, he didn’t.
Meanwhile, the producer was enjoying the fucking. He was horny enough to meet his woman’s motion with thrusts of his own. This made Anita’s body jerk even more, so much that Mark’s cock tip was pushed out from the boobs. Without hesitation, Anita licked it, until the fucking motion forced her back upward, away from that dick.
This went on for quite a while. Mark loved to see his mother fucked and with her mouth open to get even a tiny bit of his prick in. He wondered if she did it because she liked it or just because she thought he wanted her to. Or maybe even just out of habit. It didn’t matter. Revenge and pleasure were the only valuable things right then.
“Hey! I want some of those tits too!” the producer complained.
Mark grinned and pulled his cock out. Then grabbed his mother’s hair and forced her up, with a «plop» when the man’s dick popped out. The girl’s mind was so clouded that she didn’t even look surprised at her son’s roughness. She simply let him instruct her to straddle the producer, facing him this time. Without any need to encourage her, Anita took her man’s dick back inside while he dived between those magnificent breasts.
Mark watched for a minute or so, then walked around, behind the couch and stuffed his cock into Anita’s mouth.
“Give me a sloppy blowjob, mom!” he instructed.
She didn’t turn a hair and complied, even massaging her son’s nutsack with one hand and never stopping fucking the producer.
As much as Mark liked getting blowjobs from Anita, he had more ambitious plans in mind. Therefore when his cock was properly lubed, he pulled out, walked back to the front of the couch, grabbed his mother’s ass, parted its cheeks and lined his hard, throbbing and slick cock with her ass.
“For real?” the producer said, detaching his mouth from Anita’s nipples, on whom he was sucking.
Mark’s reply was a long, forceful and steady thrust, that made the man smirk. Anita grunted, in pain probably. If she was used to anal from the tiny dick inside her pussy, this was a whole different kind of stretching. Not that Mark was incredibly endowed, but it was above average for a fifteen (actually almost sixteen) years old. And the situation was highlighting all his genitals’ might.
But the boy was sure his mom was more than used to take dicks in the ass. God only knows how much money she gathered like that! So he didn’t stop when the woman was growling and shaking. He kept pushing, till all his shaft was in and the balls rested along the wet slit of Anita’s pussy. He stayed still for a second, to draw in some air, then started to move. Slowly at first. Not because Mark wanted to be gentle. On the contrary, he wanted to tear his mother’s ass apart. But the friction was so much that it would have hurt him too, had he moved faster.
Only when Anita’s grunting ceased, the guy allowed himself to forcefully fuck that butt. He put one leg on the couch, to gain in balance and then started to hammer. Now the anus was wide open and stretched, so he could increase his speed and strength more and more.
When he was finally satisfied with the way he was assfucking his mom, Mark had to admit that it was almost a frenzied pace. His breath was heavy and he could barely keep up, but he made an effort. Anita’s squeals were a sweet sound to him. With every one of them, he rammed that ass some more.
If he only were more physically trained, he could have gone on for hours, because it cost him such an effort to keep that rhythm that he could not have come even if he wanted to.
Which was good, considering how strong the sensations that narrow ass was giving him were.
Unfortunately, he had to slow down. But this did not mean that he went easier on Anita. Even if he was not so fast anymore, he made sure to push every possible millimeter of his cock in her bowel with every thrust. The result was that Anita shrieked every time, but to some extent, there was also pleasure in those cries.
“Hey don’t ruin that ass for me!” the producer complained, nevertheless.
“Why? Do you wanna try it out?” Mark replied, smirking.
“Good idea. Let me ram that butt! – he agreed – Do you want to fuck mommy’s pussy?”
“In a second. I have to clean up first.”
He looked at Mark, puzzled, while the boy pulled his cock out of the ass so that he could take his place. Even if the producer was confused, he didn’t waste time and got behind Anita, sticking his small rod in her rectum. This time she didn’t cry. Only a quiet moan escaped her. So he spanked her butt, obtaining some more enthusiasm, while he began to thrust.
Meanwhile, Mark went to the other side of the couch, lining his cock with Anita’s mouth again. As soon as the producer understood what Mark intended with clean up, his face brightened:
“Yes, darling! Clean up his cock. Taste your ass from your son’s dick!”
He shouldn’t have been after all that happened, but Mark was surprised indeed when his mother simply opened her mouth and allowed him in, using her tongue to not only clean, but also stimulate the member.
“Look at me in the eyes!” Mark demanded.
And again she obeyed. Those two pairs of beautiful green eyes fixed on one another, never losing contact. Mark slowly moved his hips, back and forth, to help Anita reach every spot of his dick. Meanwhile his hands had found the woman’s tits and were groping them roughly.
The humiliation Mark was inflicting to his own mother was so great that he could have come simply thinking of it. But he wanted more. He wanted that pussy that he only briefly tasted at the beginning of this crazy sexual experience.
So once again, he abandoned the warmth of Anita’s mouth and her skillful tongue in order to fuck her.
“Pull out” he instructed the producer.
He was reluctant, but something in Mark’s voice convinced him. The boy lifted Anita, placed her arms around his neck and lifted her whole body, until she was able to lock her legs around his hips. From there it was easy for Mark to slide into the well-used and dripping wet cunt.
Behind, the producer was smiling at Mark’s idea and happily joined the group, fitting his dick back into Anita’s rectum.
The two of them resumed fucking the woman. She was merely a flesh puppet without any will. Her head rested on Mark’s shoulder and were it not for the moans and groans, you could have believed she was asleep. She was also sweaty. Her hair was disheveled and pasted to her face.
Mark didn’t like such a passivity, so he increased the pace of his fucking. This made Anita cry out louder and made her body bounce harder, allowing the boy to feel her massive tits jiggle and brush against his chest.
The producer was struggling to keep up with Mark’s rhythm. He had slipped out several times, but was approaching his climax. Therefore Mark slowed down, to allow him to enjoy the orgasm as much as he could.
Fortunately, it came soon. With some frenzied motion, that big man hammered for the last few times Anita’s ass and finally stiffened, while his balls emptied inside the woman’s bowel. It was funny how he trembled and shook. Then, with a sigh of relief, he knelt and sat on the floor, resting his head against the seat of the couch. Mark wondered if he had passed out, but found out he didn’t care.
“Come already! – Mark’s mother whispered in his ear – Aren’t you satisfied already?”
The boy grinned: she did have some will left, after all. But not enough to oppose to him.
“Not yet. I wanna see you come because of your son’s cock, bitch!”
Anita didn’t retort anything. Not for what he wanted, neither for the epithet. She simply let Mark continue his pounding. But in that position, the young man could not give off all his power. So he laid the woman on her back on the couch and started to hammer her there.
The change was immediate. Anita threw her head back and inhaled deeply. Then her breathing became frantic, because Mark’s assault was hard and fast. One of his hands had reached between her legs and his fingers were now rubbing her swollen clit.
She didn’t want to come. She didn’t want to let him have this too. She didn’t want to satisfy his perversion. She didn’t want to let him humiliate her so thoroughly. But there was nothing she could do.
His cock was hard, the drug was making her wet and horny. Besides, he was able to reach spots left untouched recently, because of the poor endowment of her new boyfriend. The way he was handling the clit was simply too much.
With a tear escaping her eyes, Anita’s backbone underwent to a wave of pure pleasure. Her body tensed, her back arched, letting the hard nipples stick out and point toward the ceiling before Mark covered them with his mouth to increase the strength of the climax even more, and her mouth let out cries of pure bliss.
It was awful that it felt so good.
Mark could sense his mother’s juices dripping onto his cock. Squelching sounds came from where their bodies collided, especially when Anita’s orgasm peak was passed and he continued to fuck her. He loved to play with that body. It was almost inert now. He had taken away every still of will from her, and he simply loved the feeling. Those ripe tits felt great under his hands as well as in his mouth. The vagina he came out from was warm, silky, dripping and welcoming.
And these thoughts were too much!
Mark started to be shaken by his own climax. He felt his balls tighten and his seed build up in pressure inside his turgid cock until it exploded inside his mother’s fertile womb. He pushed deep and hard, squirting out every possible drop of sperm and depositing it in Anita’s cunt. Spurt after spurt, he filled that pussy with his cum, till his balls were empty and his body exhausted.
Only then Mark rolled off his mother. She was looking at him. Her body was motionless, but her eyes tracked him. They were not clouded anymore. One could read shame in them.
“What did you do?” she asked, starting to cry.
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I was working for a large pool service company
Two employees at a local restaurant, a snow white cook and night black waitress share an incredible attraction and act upon it
Pam helps Clint dominate her Asian, MILF mother.
As Clint enjoys his sister’s tight ass, their little sister calls needing advice.
Dr. Lawrence gets to see the craziness we live with.
Chapter 3 of my first book. Enjoy.
I would like to thank you all for the really nice comments you made on the last part of this story. I know that this is quite quick, but I have nothing to do so why not. Here is the second part of my story which gets a lot more sexual. Enjoy 🙂
Angela gets her time alone with Frank to be used and fucked by Frank and a dog
Thanks to a deceased ex-girlfriend Frank’s and his family’s lives change dramatically. .
Please read parts 1 and 2 prior to this story
This is the fourth chapter of the series. I admit this one got a little too long, but I didn’t find a good breaking point, so it is what it is. For those waiting for steamier sex scenes, this chapter finally delivers it. Again, please feel free to leave comments and suggestions; many of them have been very helpful and were added.
The making of a young slut continues
Wife kidnapped and forced to be a white whore for big black cocks.
Things are looking up
It started when Ben allowed his bookie to fuck his innocent young wife to excuse a gambling debt. Problems developed when she enjoyed it too much and wanted more.
Jennifer is robbed in Paris and has to prostitute herself to get the money she needs to get home.
We looked at each other with sort of embarrassed grins. We had jacked off together before, but this was different. We agreed that the hand job was more fun than solo work.
We cleaned up and ordered a pizza. After the pizza arrived, we played the gay video. While we ate, we discussed some of the action. We put the pizza box in the trash and put our glasses in the dishwasher, then we went back to finish watching the video.
We agreed some of the blowjob scenes were pretty hot, but we weren’t too sure about the butt fucking. The blowjob action had given me a boner, so I took off my shorts and started to stroke my cock.
Mike moved over next to me and said, “Let me.” He sat beside me and began to stroke me. I stopped him long enough for him to take of his shorts. He sat back down, we held each others cock and we began the dual hand job while the video ran.
We were watching a particularly well photographed blowjob scene when Mike said, “I wonder what it feels like to suck a cock? Is there any taste?” I replied, “I don’t know. I wonder what it feels like to have your cock in someone’s mouth?”
Mike stopped the hand job and bent over my cock. I felt his warm breath on my cockhead as he slipped his mouth down over my cock. He sucked a minute, then looked up and said, “It’s tastes a little salty.” He resumed sucking. We had seen some 69 scenes, so I stopped Mike long so we could get arranged on our sides on the floor.
Mike resumed sucking my cock and I looked at his, inches from my face. I held it and brought it to my lips. I licked the pre-cum off his cockhead. It was slightly salty. I ran my tongue tip around his cockhead then slipped my lips over it. It felt good in my mouth. I thought, “Let Mikie try it. Look! He likes it! Markie likes it too!”
We finished our first blowjobs with another hand job. We agreed that both ways were neat ways of getting our nuts off. Having your cock sucked was more fun than beating your meat. Or having someone beat it for you.
Dad interrupted, “When did Julie get involved?”
Julie said, “Let me tell them.”
Part 5
“It was after my 18th birthday, when you and Mom told me I could set my own hours and could come and go pretty much as I pleased.”
I came home from a bad date. My boyfriend had been a real jerk. We had been having a good time at a party, but he started drinking shooters and finally passed out. I took a taxi home. I changed into a long t-shirt and went to bed. I was pretty upset and restless. About 1:00 a.m., I heard one of the guys come in, then I heard the other come in a few minutes later. I laid there for awhile. I still couldn’t sleep. I heard Mike and Mark talking quietly. I decided to go to their room and see if they would listen to me complain about my jerk boyfriend.
I pushed the door open and looked in. I couldn’t believe it. They were both naked. Mark was kneeling in front of Mike and he was sucking Mike’s cock. Mark had a hard-on which he was stroking as he sucked away. I started to close the door and back away when Mike said, “Come on in, Julie. It’s o.k.” Mark stopped sucking and took Mike’s cock out of his mouth as he said, “Want a taste? I’ll share.”
I said, “No, thanks. I’ll just watch,” as I sat on the edge of the bed. Mark said, “Suit yourself. You don’t know what you are missing.” And he resumed giving Mike the blowjob.
If was fascinating to watch Mark suck off Mike. He would lick Mike from balls to cockhead and back. Mike seemed to really like it when Mark would run the tip of his tongue all around the rim of his cockhead. Mark must have swallowed two-thirds of Mike’s cock when he would wrap his lips around Mike’s cockshaft and bob his head up and down. Mark stopped stroking his own cock and used his hand to hold and fondle Mike’s balls. I liked it when I saw Mark suck each of Mike’s nuts into his mouth. Mike must have liked it too, because he was standing there with his eyes closed and with a smile on his face.
I was tweaking a nipple with one hand and running my fingers up and down my pussy slit when I heard Mike say, “I’m going to cum.” I realized that I had been daydreaming. I’d never seen a man cum before. Mark pulled Mike’s cock out of his mouth and started jacking him off. Mike stood on his toes, arched his back and shot gobs of cum onto Mark’s chest. It was the sexiest, nastiest thing that I had ever seen.
Then Mark licked Mike’s cock clean and turned towards me. I was still fingering my pussy. Mark said, “Oh, poor little sister. All of this cock and she has to use a finger.” He crawled over to me. spread my legs and started to lick my pussy. I almost had an orgasm right then. His head was covered by my t-shirt so I pulled it off to see him eat me out. It was fantastic. He licked my slit from bottom to top and landed right on my aching clit with his lips.
Mark was sucking my clit and Mike began playing with my tits. He was sucking one nipple and pinching the other, when Mark slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt. As he nipped my clit, I started to cum. Mike planted his mouth over mine and filled my mouth with his tongue. It was good he did, because my first orgasm with my brothers was a real screamer.
Mike said, “Julie took a while to come down. I held her and caressed and stroked her face and belly. Mark was rubbing his cheeks on her pussy hair and occasionally licked her slit and kissing her pussy lips. Julie finally lay back on the bed and stretched into a spread eagle. She sat up and kissed me then she looked at Mark.”
Julie leaned forward and kissed Mark. “Am I tasting my pussy?”
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What college should be like sometimes.
The flight to Vegas is just more than an hour, but what an hour it can be!