Consensual Sex

Meeting Ashley (Prologue and Chapter One)

First off, I’m looking for an editor. Someone who can correct my errors, tell me where to add more, take parts out, ect. I’m not married to my words, just the story I’m trying to tell. So if someone wanted to rewrite certain passages for me, as long as it makes a better story, I’m all for that.

Help! – Part 9

A heart warming tale of a young boy who finds himself in a lot of trouble and needs a hero to “cum” and save him!

The Desire for Another Kiss

This is the a sequel to the story “The Step Brother’s Kiss”. I am not going t allow Comments on this story to try and stop the unbelievable amont of advertising on the comments section. Its too bad that some people have to spoil it for everyone.

A Wife’s Fuck Buddy

A Wifeā€™s Fuck Buddy
Iā€™m a cheating wifeā€¦but ā€¦before you judge me, hear me out.
ā€¦ā€¦.I have a good provider husband. I thought he was like my daddy, but it turned out he was not at all. I was a dutiful good little wife. After our son was born, hubby John hurt is back and our sex life was for me to give him hand jobs only. Our son was grown and gone now and that was my life. Housewife, and even the hand jobs stopped. My son treated me like his dad and tried to treat me like a slave. I put a stop to that and he rejected me as a bad mom.
My good times were fantasizing about my dad, and the wonderful way he treated me. As I became a teen we began to feel each other up and I got sexually aroused more and more. Daddy taught me how to masturbate and although it was relief, I wanted to have sex with my daddy.
One day this just happenedā€¦..
Mom was gone early that morning and I went in their bedroom to hug my daddy. I had on just a short nightie, and little panties. He had on just boxers. That morning I felt his boner pushing against my pussy. That feeling caused a sexual feeling that took my breath away and I held him tight to keep the feeling going. Our hands both started feeling our bodies. We rubbed ourselves together, his boner and my pussy. Soon our hands were feeling each others boner and my pussy.
We wanted to have sex so bad right then. He stopped and said he needed to show me how to masturbate to relieve the feeling. As we stood there, he slipped his fingers into my wet panties and showed me how and where to rub my pussy. I played dumb as I had found this out already. I let him finger me and ask all kinds of dumb questions to keep him fingering me. Then I ask him how men masturbated. Again I played dumb as I had already jack off a few guys. Daddy wasnā€™t stupid. He knew I was hot for him, but put my hand in his boxers and had me stroke his big boner.
We both knew this was exciting us. He then pulled his boxers down some to let his boner stick out. We started in masturbating each other. I watched his eyes close as he moaned with enjoyment. I loved the feel of his big warm and exciting boner as I stroked it.
His fingers were really exciting me like no other boy had. He knew just where my good spots were and I thenā€¦.had the best orgasm of my life. A wave of super good feelings ran through my body. I moaned out and held on to him tight. I jacked him as his boner got so hot and hard. He moaned, jerked his hips and shot many squirts of hot cum all over my pussy. It ran down over my slit and I shuddered with the thrill. We both almost went down with weak knees and moaning.
That was our first glorious time. I still love to think about it.
After that we did everything but fuck. He taught me about sucking boners and showed me about licking a pussy. He would lick my pussy so good, he could make me orgasm over and over. I would suck on him and let the hot cum go in my mouth, filling it and running out my lips. That always made me orgasm as he lick my pussy as he shot his cum.
I liked making my daddy feel good, and he made me orgasm over and over.
We wanted to fuck so bad, but daddy said no, youā€™ll get married some day and your husband will do that.
I was the one that ended up showing my hubby to be, about sex. After we were married, our sex life slowly dropped off to a yawn.. I missed my daddyā€™s excitement and getting me hot and masturbating me to a moaning, shaking climax.
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I never told hubby John about my dad.
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I was laying in the couch one afternoon. I had one hand inside my pants and panties fingering my pussy. I of course was thinking about my dad fingering me and how I wished he had not moved far away.
The phone rang and my friend Jan started talking about this home repair guy that did such a great job, and was a hunk. She went on and on about how sexy the guy was and she even notice a good sized bulge in his jeans. She said watching him made her wet and highly aroused. Her boyfriend Dan was home, otherwise she would have liked to have a quickie with him.
I had some things around here to be fixed also. She give me his number. I called him.
I hear this very sexy voice and he said he could come over in about 30 minutes. I said great, and gave him directions.
I felt myself getting excited for a change, and I liked the feeling.
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I lay in the couch day dreaming about this guy. I found my hand rubbing my pussy slightly. I was getting excited about a guy I had not even seen and realized how horny I really was. I tried to calm myself, but no way. My pussy tingled already. Jan had said he was our age and my mind went over and over what she said about his looks and personality. Iā€™d never had an affair with any man, but the thoughts crept into my mindā€¦..if I could have just aā€¦kind of a ā€™fuck buddyā€™ā€¦a guy to have sex with, with no strings attachedā€¦just some good healthy hot sex for both of us. Those thoughts started getting me hot and aroused. I decided I was going for it with this guy. He had already aroused Jan, so I figured to entice him to arouse me more.
I jumped up and went in and took my bra off. My best asset was my nice full tits. I was slim and I put on some sexy hip hugger jeansā€¦.I didnā€™t put on any pantiesā€¦my pussy was getting wet. What the hell was I doing? I was making myself hot! My low cut pants showed my still flat tummy. I put on a my black tight sweater and lip gloss.
Calm Downā€¦I told myself, but it was to late for that. Five minutes to go. Jan said he liked coffee, so I quick made some.
Ding dongā€¦.
Oh shit he was here. I had the jitters bad and took a deep breath and answered the door.
Oh My Godā€¦.
I got a shock.
He looked a lot like myā€¦.dad.
Tall with blondish hair and he was a hunk ok. I scanned his jeans and saw a nice bulge in there Jan had talked about.
I just stood there
He said: ā€œHi Iā€™m Tim, here to fix some things for you?ā€
He held out his hand to shake mine. He had to have felt the trembling in my clammy cold hand. Oh shitā€¦.he kissed my hand. Finally I said: ā€œIā€™m Crissyā€¦ca ca come on in.ā€
He followed me in the kitchen. I got him a cup of coffee and I held it with two hands to keep my shaky hands from spilling it. He took the coffee carefully and then put his arm around my shoulder to thank me. I actually felt some faint. He said: ā€œWhy, thank you.ā€ and leaned over and kissed my forehead.
I lost itā€¦ and started leaning forward as the faint took my balance away. He said: ā€œWhoaā€¦.easy there, are you ok?ā€ I laid my head on his chest and said: ā€œIā€™mā€¦okā€¦I just felt a little faint there for a minuteā€¦.Iā€¦ā€
He put the coffee down and held me and rubbed my back. ā€œTake a deep breath Crissy, then just stay here and rest a second.ā€
I was melting in his arms. His warm arms were around me and I was about to orgasm right then. My pussy and tits both were pressed up against him. I was so turned on I shook. Then he took his hand and ran his fingers though my hair. I felt contractions in my pussy. He whispered: (ā€¦ā€damn you have soft hair, just relax and let me ā€™fixā€™ things for you a little.ā€)
Oh my god heā€™s picking me up and carrying me to the couch. Wowā€¦heā€™s strongā€¦he placed me very gently on the couch. I was now embarrassed and tried to talk to tell him I was sorry aboutā€¦..oh myā€¦
Heā€™s holding my face and smiling at me. He whispered: (ā€œDr. Tim is going to fix you first, then weā€™ll look at these other things in the house.ā€)
I finally whispered back: (ā€¦this is so embarrassing ..Iā€¦just need to rest a few minutes.ā€)ā€¦ I watched my arms go around his neck like some thing else was doing it and not me. He said: ā€œYour very warm, letā€™s get you a little cooler.ā€ He started unbuttoning my sweater. He kept going button by button, all the way until my sweater was open and my tits were totally exposed.
I had never been this sexually excited in my life. I just started kissing his face. I gasp for air as my pussy was really wet now.
Tim thoughtā€¦.
Jan set this up and told me Crissy needed a good fucking to keep her away from her boyfriend Dan. I was only to willing to ā€˜help outā€™. This woman is a beauty with a super hot body. She is so horny like Iā€™ve never quite seen before. Time for one of ā€˜Dr. Timā€™sā€™ beef injections.
Crissyā€¦ā€¦
His warm hand came up and felt my neglected tits. My nipples were dying to be fondled like this. As I kissed his lips softly, I just reached down and undid my pants, and slid them off. We were going to fuck, so why waist time. I also undid his belt and pants. He wasnā€™t going to get away from me, I need a good hot fuck, it had been way way to long. I felt his big boner and stroked it as I felt his finger slide across my wet slit. I was so excited I almost peed my myself.
Now our tongues danced on our mouths and as he rolled my nipple and his fingers went deep in my wet pussy. Oh my god,ā€¦. that wonderful feeling as he massaged my slick wet pussy. My legs automatically went wide open. Oh god it had been so damn long. I loved the feel of his boner in my hand, all warm and ready to fuck. As soon as I felt his fingers leave my pussy,
I pulled his boner in me. Thereā€¦thatā€™s what I wanted to feelā€¦ Daddy was right, I found that Tim was the right boner for me. What a perfect fit. I got sex chills over my entire body. I grabbed two hand fulls of his butt cheeks. I was getting some hot sex! I was going crazy with delight. Oooooo damn this feels so good. I going to fuck him so good, heā€™ll come back for more and more, and heā€˜ll get it!
I loved the feel of Timā€™s hips pumping away on me. It had been so long, my pussy was electrified with feelings. My hands ran over his bare skin, as we began to really fuck intenseā€¦he held me tightā€¦.my tit in one hand and the other in my hair holding my head as our tongues went crazy with our feelings. We could hear the clicking sound of his boner fucking my very wet pussy. We had to break our kissing to get air and let our moans out that had built up. I started pushing my pussy to his boner as deep and fast as I could. He responded with a fury of fast fucking me so goodā€¦so deepā€¦we began to yell
ā€¦Ooooooo baby yes!ā€¦.I was having the highest climax of my life when we both exploded with joy. I yelled and my pussy jumped with the pleasure. He moaned long and loud as I felt him shoot cum massive in me. It shocked me that anything could feel that good. Oh god he fucked me deep with hot cum overflowing out the sides of my moving pussy. My pussy clamped down on his boner all by itself and I shook as it vibrated my insides. I got so dizzy I held on to him in fear of passing out.
My legs came up and locked around him and pulled his boner in tight to me. I lock him up and let my pussy fuck hard and fast. Two moaning people like we had never heard before. Finally the real hot sex I had waited for all my life. I began to growled like an animal and I felt aggressive to fuck him more and more. I locked his boner in me as if never to let go. We fought for air as we had used it all up moaning. I had uncontrollable squirming as did he. It was a wonder the neighbors didnā€™t call the cops with our noise. It must have sounded like we were killing each other. We were burning up with body heat, but didnā€™t care. My nipples we so full of tingles, both my tits felt in shock all over. We didnā€™t want this to end and squeezed and squirmed every last drop of feeling out of usā€¦..I noticed the room spinning as I slowly passed out.
Timā€™s mind tried to thinkā€¦.
…..What the hell was that! This wonderful woman is dangerous to my mental health. Sheā€™ll make me go screaming crazy. My dick still thinks Iā€™m cuming. Itā€™s stuck on ā€˜Cum!ā€™ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦. No wordsā€¦.none for what just happened. Looking at her content faceā€¦wowā€¦sheā€™s so beautiful all overā€¦.
Crissy slowly came aroundā€¦
Itā€™s a wonderful feeling to come to with a hot boner pulsating in you. He shook as he tried to take some of his weight off me. I didnā€™t care and held him tightā€¦ā€¦2 hours had passed. I fell wonderfully asleep againā€¦..
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When I woke upā€¦.I wondered if had a wonderful dream at first. My pussy tingles told me this was no dreamā€¦he was real. He was gone but he had left a note written on the palm of my hand. All it said was ā€˜Tuesdayā€˜s, 10amā€™
I smiled, knowingā€¦
My fuck buddy would returnā€¦..
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Remember That Night

This is a story, with a little bit of sex in it, so if you’re after a bonk-fest look elsewhere. I hope that you enjoy it though, should you bother to read it.

A little more then just release…

Sorry its a little long. My first story, constructive criticism is welcomed.
After a long day of work, she looks for release and finds something moreā€¦.
Staring at the clock, Jenna released a exhausted sigh. Never in her mind did she think that being her own boss would have her working the late hours she vowed never to work. Standing a 5ā€™11 she was often confused for being a model and underestimated by her peers. Having big blue eyes, dark brown hair, 40D breast, and a firm ass didnā€™t help matters either. But that often worked in her favor, having men ogle her got her ahead because they were more distracted in getting into her pants then sealing any business deals.
As that last hour seemed to be the longest she couldnā€™t wait til she got home and relaxed by herself. Jenna had no problem getting men but preferred to be alone with the occasional boyfriend or friend with benefits. As the clock finally struck that final minute she jumped up, packed her things, locked up and jumped into her car. Driving slightly faster then usual she got home in record time but just in time to see her neighbor walking into their apartment complex. As she entered she saw him standing waiting for the elevator. Making idle small talk, with the polite questions about their days and plans. As they entered the elevator she began to take notice the fine specimen of a man she was talking to. He was 6ā€™2, dark brown hair, muscular build, and dark brown eyes.
After taking in his physique, she felt herself more and more attracted to him. As the elevator descended onto her floor she found herself asking him something she hoped wouldnā€™t show her intentions too fast.
ā€œHow would you like to come in for a drink?ā€ Jenna asked, hoping he would say yes.
ā€œSure.ā€ He said, trying his hardest not to sound too excited.
As she opened the door she noticed she was nervous.
ā€œMake yourself at home, Iā€™m just going to slip out of these work clothes. Thereā€™s some champagne in the cabinets or anything in the fridge you can help yourself to.ā€ She said, as she rushed into her bedroom.
ā€œThanks!ā€ He yelled, as she took off.
ā€˜I hope heā€™s interested.ā€™ She thought to herself. ā€˜Heā€™s gorgeous.ā€™
ā€˜Wow, I canā€™t believe Iā€™m hereā€™ he thought as she changed. ā€˜I been trying to talk to her for weeks!ā€™
A couple of minutes later she returned wearing some tight-form fitting jeans with a pink muscles t shirt. Accentuating her breasts and firm butt. Noticing he took notice she blushed and inwardly screamed in her mind.
ā€œSo would your girlfriend be mad that your up here with me?ā€ She asked.
ā€œI donā€™t have a girlfriend, Iā€™m single. But what would your boyfriend think of you picking up men in elevators and into your apartment?ā€ he asked.
ā€œHaha, nice. Im not seeing anyone either.ā€ she replied, giggling slightly.
ā€œSo what do you do for work?ā€ He replied, fearing sheā€™ll lose interest.
ā€œLetā€™s not beat around the bush, I know you donā€™t care what I do. You know why youā€™re here.ā€ she said boldly, and pushed him onto her couch and straddled him.
ā€œUh, uhā€¦.ā€ he mumbled, shocked.
ā€œWhat? You donā€™t want me? Do I not attract you?ā€ she purred in his ear as she nibbled on his neck.
ā€œUh-oh. Its not that, Iā€™m just not that type of guy.ā€ he said trying to find his voice.
ā€œWhat type of guy are you? Your not gay are you?ā€ she said, as she starred intently at him.
ā€œWhat? No.ā€ he said, caught off guard.
ā€œWell?ā€ she said waiting for a response.
ā€œIā€™m not the type of guy to just sleep with a girl and then walk away. I usually expect some sort of relationship along with sex.ā€ he explained.
ā€œOh..ā€ she replied.
ā€œI know we just met but I really like you.ā€ he said, as he reached and caressed her hair.
ā€œThen show me.ā€ she said.
ā€œIā€™m not having sex with you unless I know I have a chance with forming a relationship with you. And Iā€™m not looking for friends with benefits, a fling of any sort. I want to be with you can you handle that?ā€ he asked.
ā€œIā€™ve never had a man refuse to have sex with me because of that. Are you serious?ā€ she asked, suspsiously.
ā€œYep.ā€ he answered.
ā€œAnd what if we donā€™t work out in a relationship, can we still have sex?ā€ she giggled.
He smiled and said, ā€œWeā€™ll cross that bridge when we get to it.ā€
ā€œOkay so are you going to fuck me now or what?ā€ she asked as she unbuttoned his shirt.
He stood up and began walking to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed and began to taking off her clothing piece by piece.
ā€œIā€™m not going to fuck you, Iā€™m going to make love to you.ā€ he said staring into her eyes.
Lost in his sincerity, she just nodded and gave herself to him.
As she laid there naked, she watched as he took off his clothing. Growing wetter, and wetter by the minute. She finally saw his muscular body and just wanted to ravage him.
As he returned to the bed, he knelt in front of her and massaged her thighs and took in the image in front of him. Her long toned legs that led to his prize. Her clean shaved cunt just glistening with her arousal. As he lowered himself on top of her and kissed her softly. She grabbed him by the back of the head and deepened the kiss. As their tongues fought for control in each otherā€™s mouth she began to grind against straining to have him enter her. He pulled back and left a trail of wet kisses along her neck and down to her breast. Kissing each nipple, they got harder and erect. He swirled his tongue around the left on and tweaked the other one with his hand. She grabbed his head and forced him down and whispered, ā€œHarder.ā€
He suckled it harder and occasionally biting, causing her to moan beneath him. Taking the same amount of attention to the other, she pushed his head back.
ā€œPlease.ā€ she begged.
He laughed. ā€œNot til I have my fill.ā€
He went lowering and found himself taking in her intoxicating scent he dove right into her prize.
ā€œoohhhā€¦ yesā€¦ uuhh.ā€ she moaned.
He licked all up her slit and savored her womanly taste. She grabbed his head and forced him harder into her. He swirled his tongue along her clit and brought his hand to finger fuck her brought her closer to an orgasm. Swirling his tongue furiously, and suckling her clit she screamed. ā€œOooohhhh mmmyyyyyyyā€¦. Uuuuhhhhhhhā€¦ yyeesssssss right thereā€¦ā€¦ooohhh donā€™t stop, yessssssā€¦.ā€
As he brought her down from her orgasm he sat up. Glistening from her juices, she pulled him back down and kissed him. Savoring her own taste of herself. She tried to pushed him onto his back to reciprocate but he refused, ā€œNo, now we make love.ā€
Gently lining up the head to her entrance he slowly pushed inward. She gasped at his size and the feeling of being so full. He pulled out with only the head in and thrust forward with more force. She screamed. He grunted. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust toward him to meet his strokes. As they found a rhythm, they kept this up for about 10 minutes til she felt herself coming again.
ā€œOmg, Iā€™m cumming!!ā€ she screamed.
He kissed her to muffle her screams. As he felt his own orgasm begin to rise, he realized he wasnā€™t wearing a condom. ā€œBaby, Iā€™m going to cum..ā€ he warned.
ā€œOOhhh, me too, im cumming again! Come inside me, I want to feel you come inside me!! Now, come with me!! Ooohhhā€¦.ā€ she screamed again.
He couldnā€™t hold back anymore and released spurt after spurt into her as she came as well. Milking his cock for all he had.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her. Both gasping for breathe, he rolled off of her and pulled her to him. She snuggled up against him.
ā€œIā€™ve had multiple orgasm! That was the best ever!ā€ she gushed, blushing brightly.
ā€œGlad to be of service to help you discover!ā€ he laughed.
ā€œ Soā€¦.ā€ she said, wondering if what he said before was true.
ā€œ Sooā€¦ ā€œ he said, content with having her in his arms.
She stayed quiet.
ā€œI was serious about what I said, I want to be with you. Iā€™m not leaving, especially not after that great, hot sex.ā€ he said, as if reading her thoughts.
ā€œOhā€¦ā€ she said, a weird feeling filling her heart.
ā€œSo get used to me being around, Iā€™m not going anywhere.ā€ he said.
Then something dawned on her, they had just had unprotected sex and there was no sort of protection.
ā€œUmmmā€¦ I need to tell you, Iā€™m not on the pill.ā€ she said, scared of his reaction.
ā€œAh, well then looks like Iā€™m staying here. Iā€™m very potent.ā€ he laughed, easing her thoughts.
ā€œOmg, I cant believe I just met you, tried to force myself on you, have the best sex ever and let you cum inside me!ā€ she said, covering her face.
ā€œHa ha, its okay I think im in love with you.ā€ he said, not realizing what he just said.
ā€œReally?ā€ she said, not believing her ears.
ā€œYep.ā€ he said.
ā€œWell then, the feelingā€™s mutual. How about we go another round? By the way, this might sound silly but whatā€˜s your name?ā€ she asked. Feeling silly.
ā€œHaha, oh that might help. Jason.ā€ he said, feeling silly himself.
ā€œJenna.ā€ she said content. Feeling him get hard again. And pulled him to her.

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Experimentation Vol 3

Experimentation Volume 3
Happiness filled my life in a way it never had before. No one had ever thought to treat me the way Mistress did every day. I was her slave; she owned me, yet Mistress often brought me breakfast in bed! She continued with my reading lessons, and I continued with her sex lessons. It was probably a result of the circumstances, but for the first time in my life, I realized that I was falling in love. Love was something that Iā€™d never known, and I didnā€™t really know how to respond to it. The strange thing was that the situation was mutual; Mistress began to fall for me, and she didnā€™t really know what to do about it either. Mistress began to give me an allowance, in the fashion parents did with their offspring. I got fifty dollars a week, in cash; fifty dollars that I could spend on little luxuries for myself.
When Mistress took me home, on the first day, she told me that there was one wardrobe in the bedroom that was out of bounds for me. I wondered what was in it; in fact I was desperately curious to find out its contents, but I left it alone. It was two months until Mistress gave me permission to open the wardrobe, and I was quite surprised to see the contents. They werenā€™t exactly things a young lady was expected to keep in her bedroom. That wardrobe contained almost two dozen swords from around the world. I was immediately fascinated with the collection, and asked Mistress to teach me all about swords, and the cultures that created them.
After almost four months of mutual sexual pleasure with Mistressā€™, it was my thirty-third birthday, and on the morning of that day, Mistress gave me the first birthday card Iā€™d ever received. The wording from Mistress was, ā€˜For my Princess; my companion and my friend. All my love, Mistress.ā€™ Inside the card was a smaller envelope with no markings. I opened the envelope to find hundred dollar bills; ten of them, and I found myself speechless. No one had ever given me a noticeable amount of money before, and told me I spend it on whatever I liked. My first thought was to save my present and hope that Mistress gave me many more such presents. That way, I was sure I would be able to buy my sisterā€™s freedom. Perhaps I could even buy my own eventually. Of course, being a slave meant that I couldnā€™t have a bank account to save the money in, so I asked Mistress if she would open an account for me, so that I could save my money easily. Naturally, she agreed, and I got my savings account in Mistressā€™ name. Then, whatever out of my allowance I didnā€™t spend, I saved for the future.
My first problem, of course, was that I had to find my sister. I didnā€™t know where she was, so I was obviously going to have considerable work ahead of me. However, she was my sister, and I wanted to help her.
My first thought was to ask my parents if they knew where my sister was. If I was lucky, she would still be where they were, and hopefully would stay there until I could save up enough money and try to convince her owner to sell her to Mistress. Again, being a slave meant that I could not have property, but if I gave Mistress the money, she could buy my sister, and free her for me. I would pay every dollar of her asking price, and more, if Mistress would do what I wanted. I knew that my father was able to read and write, so I typed a letter on Mistressā€™ computer, bought a book of stamps the next time Mistress asked me to go shopping, and sent it to my father, along with a supply of envelopes, paper, stamps and pens; just hoping heā€™d get the package. My luck was in, and my father received it. He replied to me, in considerable surprise at my literacy, and gave me some bad news. My sister had been sold a couple of years earlier, but he could give me the address of her owner, and he confirmed that she also could read and write, so would be able to reply to any letters she received, if she received them.
When I got the reply from my father, Mistress handed me the envelope with a smile on her face. ā€œNever had post before, Princess?ā€ she asked. I almost took Mistressā€™ fingers off, when I snatched the envelope from her hand and ripped it open. It was a fabulous feeling, reading my first ever letter, although the feeling didnā€™t last when I read the news it contained. It was clear to Mistress that I was upset, so she put an arm around my waist, and kissed me. ā€œNeed a new letter pack then, Princess?ā€ she asked.
ā€œYes Mistress; I just hope sheā€™ll be able to answer,ā€ I replied.
Mistress supplied me with my pack of stationary and stamps and I wrote to my sister. She was every bit as surprised as my father at my newfound ability to write. She was an administrator, which required her to be literate, and she asked me what I did for my owner. What did I tell her? I asked Mistress for her opinion and she said that I should describe myself as a ā€˜domestic.ā€™ All of what I did for Mistress would be classified as ā€˜domesticā€™ work, in as much as it was done inside her apartment. As long as my sister remained in her position, she was safe, and I could be content with knowing that, until the time arrived that I could try to free her from her life of slavery.
She and I traded letters intensively for months, and I kept her well supplied with letter writing materials, at Mistressā€™ expense. In that time, Christmas came and went, and the contents of my savings account tripled to more than three thousand dollars, and my bra increased by one cup size. I took Mistress by surprise by giving her a Christmas present bought from my allowance. I told my sister the story of my first trip to the fetish store with Mistress, and included the story of our second visit.
That was every bit as entertaining as the first time, and I could even read the writing on the products. Mistress had decided that she required a larger dildo for me to make love to her with. I knew we were going shopping, the way we usually did, but she didnā€™t have to tell me where we were going. The spiked collar around Mistressā€™ neck indicated that we were going to the fetish shop, and that I was again going to have to pretend to be Mistressā€™ owner.
As instructed by Mistress, I clipped on her leash just after we got out of the car, and I led her by it into the store. The response was much as predicted. ā€œHey, look whoā€™s come back. Itā€™s the lucky bitch with the fantastic bit of pussy! Are your tits bigger than the last time you were here?ā€
ā€œYes, Iā€™ve been under the knife.ā€
ā€œThought so. You broke the little bit of pussy in properly, after you took her home, last time?ā€
ā€œGiven the price I paid for her, youā€™re damn straight I did! Sheā€™s a wonderful fuck, with such a lovely tight pussy. There are times I wonder how it might feel to be a man, and whenever Iā€™d got my double-ended rubber prick buried clit-deep in her pussy, I do think like that. What would it feel like to be able to spunk in her cunt daily, I wonder? With tits like those to squeeze, I fuck her several times a day when I have the energy!ā€ I had to laugh dirtily, like a letch, as I spoke; it was expected of me.
You gonna tell me what you paid for her, yet?ā€
ā€œDue to favourable circumstances, I got her for the bargain price of thirty five grand!ā€ I replied; even managing to sound as if I was gloating over my purchase. I suppose that if I had been in that position, I may well have gloated over what Iā€™d gotten, at the price I supposedly got it for.
ā€œThirty five? Lucky cow! How did you achieve that feat?ā€ I could sense the jealousy in her voice, and I was sure I could see it all over her face.
I pulled Mistress closer to me, and put my arms around her waist. ā€œSheā€™d been bought as a gift to her previous ownerā€™s son, but for reasons unknown, he was still unable to get his prick solid enough to stick it in her. She was kept intact until he was going to be capable of fucking his present; he never got the chance. Financial trouble hit the family, and they needed money, fast. Coincidentally, I happened to hear about their troubles, and remembered the girl theyā€™d bought for their son for when he overcame his limp prick problem, and made an offer for her. They needed a quick sale, and thirty five thousand in cash, was sufficient incentive for me to take ownership. I realize how lucky I was to get her so cheap, and I intend to take maximum advantage of that as often as I can.ā€
ā€œIā€™d ask if you were willing to sell her to me, but in your place, I wouldnā€™t let that go any time soon either.ā€
ā€œNot a chance, and you know it!ā€
ā€œI can dream, canā€™t I?ā€ She produced a business card, which she handed me, ā€œIn case you change your mind, or, however unlikely it is, eventually get bored with Miss. Tits, there. Iā€™ll pay top dollar for her in either of those situations.ā€
I took the card, but I knew it wasnā€™t relevant; after all, I couldnā€™t sell what I didnā€™t own. Even if did own Mistress, I could never have sold her to the sort of pervert that room was full of; they wouldnā€™t have treated her the way I would have, and the way I already did. She treated me better than most, if not all, of the women in that room would have treated her. Some men didnā€™t treat their wives as well as Mistress treated her obedient, horny, blonde sex slave.
(For example, there was the time Iā€™d come down with food poisoning. At the time, we didnā€™t know the cause of the condition, but I was ill; very much so. Mistress summoned a doctor to attend to me, and with the experiences Iā€™d had, that was something I had not been expecting. No other owner had summoned a doctor for me, or for any other slave Iā€™d ever known, yet Mistress didnā€™t bat an eyelid at the expense of the doctor, or the hospital visit she recommended. Mistress took me to A & E, and paid my bills. She even got all combative with the doctors who didnā€™t originally want to treat me because I had no medical history. It was beautifully done, and in a way I wouldnā€™t have dreamt of. Mistress told them that they had a responsibility to treat any sick person with the money to pay, and seeing as Mistress could pay for my treatment, they were obliged to treat me. She also threatened to sue the asses off them all if I didnā€™t survive the treatment. I was an expensive piece of property and she wanted me back in first class condition, ā€˜or fucking else!ā€™ Mistress also commented that at home, she never restrained me, and if I complained about being chained up, or otherwise mistreated, thereā€™d be absolute bloody hell to pay! She left me in hospital for three days, visiting twice a day on each of them, with flowers, chocolates and kisses. The bill for my treatment was half as much as my purchase price, yet Mistress paid it without hesitation because I was worth it! ā€œItā€™s only money,ā€ Mistress commented, when she signed the forms.)
During that visit, I was asked how I got such fine service from my girl. At first, no one there would believe that Iā€™d never had to beat Mistress. I explained it very simply. ā€œWhen I got her, sheā€™d seen other slaves facing their punishments for infractions, and she knew what she could expect if she misbehaved. She didnā€™t misbehave, and at the end of the first week, I rewarded her with a shopping trip. That was before you first saw her, and before I first fucked her. I mastered treating a beautiful young woman, as what she was, and not mistreating her. I trained this one, with the carrot, rather than the stick, and it works. I get what I want, and I treat her like a lover! I give her fine clothes, and good food; and I make love her, making the experience as enjoyable for her as it is for me. And that, my new friends, is the way to get such service from a slave; it gives her an incentive to do what you want her to do. Give her treats and presents, and lots and lots of orgasms. She drives, too; sheā€™s my chauffeur!ā€
******
When my reading and writing skills had reached high school standards, and after year and a bit, Mistress handed me an A4 envelope with the instruction to fill in the forms it contained. It was my application for a driving license. Everyone knew that slaves didnā€™t get to drive cars; it would just make it easier for them to escape from their owners. However, it wasnā€™t illegal to teach a slave to drive; it was just assumed that no owner would ever bother. I hadnā€™t expected that I would learn that skill either.
It took me a while, but I actually learned to drive, and was added to Mistressā€™ insurance policy. I had trouble with the local police on a couple of occasions, but Mistress got me out of trouble, and then, to avoid that sort of trouble, she bought me my own car. I got the car delivered on Mistressā€™ and my second anniversary. It had my name on its registration document. Mistressā€™ lawyer found a loophole in the property law, in that in the case of cars, the registered keeper isnā€™t necessarily the legal owner, which was why we got away with it. I knew nothing about the car until it got delivered, and I was asked to put my signature on the paperwork to confirm that it was mine. When Mistress told me that my car had arrived, I was stunned. When I saw it, I was even more stunned! Iā€™d expected a little family compact, and when I laid eyes on a mint condition nineteen fifty seven Cadillac Eldorado convertible; all gleaming black pain, fins and chrome, I didnā€™t know what to do, or what to say. I didnā€™t even move to catch the keys, as Mistress threw them to me. She had to pick the keys up, put them in my right hand and wrap my fingers around them, before I seemed able to keep hold of them. Even then, I didnā€™t make any move towards the car until Mistress stood behind me and began to literally push me towards it. I saw the irony though; Mistress had given a five thousand dollar slave a car worth ten times her value; maybe more! I didnā€™t ask Mistress what she paid for the car; I just promised her that that I would be careful when I drove it.
When I finally got in the car, and Mistress had encouraged me to go out and burn some rubber, she also opened her purse and put her hand in it. I was surprised when she handed me a tazer and said, ā€œJust in case some cunt tries to steal your nice new car.ā€ Being a slave, I wasnā€™t allowed a gun, but the old laws had been written before the invention of the current generation of non-lethal defensive weapons, and the majority of them werenā€™t on the list of prohibited weapons for a slave. For example, Mace was a prohibited weapon for a slave, so Mistress gave me a can of corrosive oven cleaner instead. Nastier than Mace it might have been, but it was a domestic item, and therefore not illegal for a slave to have in her purse. Mistressā€™ lawyer eventually found a loophole in the law which allowed me to have a gun on my person, and not get arrested, and put to death for it. Laughable though it sounds to everyone, including myself and Mistress, I am legally Mistressā€™ personal bodyguard! We both know that a medal winning kick-boxing champion such as Mistress, would very easily, and very quickly kick seven shades of shit out of yours truly in a fair fight, but that single piece of paper showing me to be a licensed bodyguard, permits me to legally carry even a fully automatic firearm in a public place; just like Mistress.
******
After three years of service to Mistress, Iā€™d almost forgotten that sheā€™d bought me from my previous owner, for cash, and took me home, rather than met me in a gay club, charmed me, and made me want to go home with her at the end of the night for the obvious reason. I like to think that in that situation, I would have gone home with Mistress from that club.
In those three years I had been able to save almost eight thousand dollars towards my goal of freeing my sister from her bondage. I knew that a trained administrator wouldnā€™t be cheap to buy, and that the paltry eight thousand I had saved up, was going to be nowhere near enough. Iā€™d need three or four times what I had, but figured that I had plenty of time to save up, because I didnā€™t see it likely that my sisterā€™s owner would sell her any time soon, if she was any good at what she did.
In those three years, I had taught Mistress to make love like an old fashion courtesan, and she became very good at it. I think that over the same period, my own pleasure skills improved, too. At least Mistress thought that they did! It was on our third anniversary that Mistress gave me her third, and final, cherry. Iā€™d thought that her pussy was tight, but when I first tried to push the smaller of our double-ended pricks up her ass, I realized that it was even tighter.
Mistress offered me her ass, and instructed me to fuck it. I had always given Mistress anything she wanted; in or out of the bedroom, and what she had just asked for would be no exception, but it would be different. While Mistress would get what she wanted, it would not be the way she wanted; well, not the first time anyway. Even the smallest of our toys would be too big for an orifice so tight. She got on all fours, sticking her ass in the air, and repeated the demand for what she wanted.
I settled down, off to one side of Mistressā€™ thighs, caressing, stroking and cupping those lovely firm young buttocks in my hands, while making sure that Mistress could hear my voice quietly. As my fingers explored the crevice in between her buttocks, she lifted her hips up off the bed, and I quickly pushed all six of our pillows underneath her belly to support her shapely body. As I lowered my head and began to run my tongue over her buttocks, she responded by reaching around with her hands and parting them to make it easier for me.
Mistress had the most delectable little asshole imaginable, and I couldnā€™t resist the urge to kiss it. Nor could I resist the urge to rim that lovely little anus, while slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy at the same time.
When I did that, she let out a little, low groan, of pure pleasure, and that just encouraged me to go a little further. I put my mouth to that tight ring and started to probe it with my tongue. After a couple of minutes, I reached into the drawer in the bedside cabinet, for my tube of KY and for the only item in my little collection of toys that I used on my own asshole on rare occasions back in Marseilles.
I applied the lubricant to her ring, smiling in pleasure at the low moan that the sensation elicited. She cried out as my fingertip slipped into her rear entrance, and she gave little gasps as I moved that finger around, probing and stretching her ringpiece, quickly adding a second finger, and then a third. Once the third finger was sliding in and out without a problem, it was time to go a step further. I lifted our one and only anal dildo from where I had put it on the pillow next to Mistressā€™ head, and very gently, I eased the tip of it into her asshole.
Mistress moaned as I moved the dildo in and out of her rectum, clearly enjoying what I was doing. I started to move it faster, in and out, and she thrust her hips up in time to my thrusts. After a while I stopped using the anal dildo, pulled it out of Mistressā€™ ass, and reached back into the bedside drawer for a conventional, vaginal, vibrator. I squeezed lube onto that, rubbed it in, and switched it on, before seeing if it would fit up Mistressā€™ ass. I didnā€™t force it in; I didnā€™t dare try to do that. It had to go in without too much pressure.
As I was gently trying to insert the large vibrator into Mistressā€™ tight little asshole, I asked her to, ā€œTry and relax your little botty Mistress; this is quite large, but Iā€™ll be gentle, I promise I will.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll try,ā€ she whispered back, and slowly the vibrator disappeared into her bum. Mistress groaned loudly as I started to push the vibrator up her adorable little bum. I began pushing it in harder, and she started gasping and panting, fingering her pussy as I did so. Mistress moved in time with my thrusts, pushing backwards and upwards with her pelvis, as I pushed down with the big vibrator, moaning, as the obscenely large piece of vibrating plastic disappeared within her slender little body, and the sight was just so beautiful.
I could tell that Mistress was just about ready to climax as I reached underneath her, pushing her hand away from her pussy, to tickle her clit. The resulting climax was just wonderful to behold. Iā€™d heard her squeal in orgasm before, but that time, she simply screamed, as the climax overtook her, and seemed to go on for an inordinate amount of time.
Gasping for breath, those lovely tits still heaving, she rolled over to look up at me, face flushed red with her exertions, and looked up into my eyes. She said just three words to me, ā€œFucking wonderful babe,ā€ and those simple words made my entire day. Mistress took me by surprise, yet again that night, by pointing at the double-ender we normally used and saying, ā€œUse that on me next time, Princess, that way youā€™ll get some pleasure as well.ā€
ā€œWhenā€™s ā€˜next timeā€™,ā€ I asked, hoping it wouldnā€™t be too long; the next night perhaps, or at least that same week.
ā€œRight about now, babes,ā€ was the answer, before Mistress rolled back over and positioned herself on all fours, pointing that delectable little bottom right at me; both of her holes still glistening with different types of lubricant. What could a woman do at a moment like that, except what her Mistress asked?
I knelt there for a few seconds, just looking at her bottom, before she began to get impatient. She took me by surprise by turning very serious and looking right into my eyes. ā€œPrincessā€, she said, in her most stern voice, ā€œwhen I tell you to vigorously nail me up the ass like a proper little cheap whore, I donā€™t mean kneel there and drool like a baby at the prospect. You and I both know that youā€™ve wanted to bugger me witless since the first time you pushed a large piece of latex rubber up my pussy, and now is your chance. I mean, grab the dildo and do what I demand; and I am demanding to be buggered witless.
Iā€™ve done it to you so many times, and Iā€™ll admit that I enjoy buggering you, so tonight, Iā€™ll take it the same way if youā€™d like me to. Youā€™ve earned it so many times over by now, and itā€™s overdue that I repay the pleasure. How could I love you so much, and not give you the odd little thing that I know would make you so happy? You will be gentle with me though, wonā€™t you?ā€ Despite the words, it wasnā€™t a question! I had wanted to do my Mistress in the ass, for a considerable while, but I hadnā€™t realized just how transparent I was with my wants. I hadnā€™t mentioned it to Mistress, and never would have, but once the offer was made, I was going to take it.
ā€œIā€™ll be as gentle as you like, Mistress, I swear I will be. You already know that I will, or you wouldnā€™t have offered me this gorgeous little peach.ā€
ā€œIn that case my big Princess, nowā€™s your one chance to convert me to your way of thinking; on the all-important subject of ass fucking, anyway. I feel brave enough to let you shove your rubber cock up mine, tonight; the way youā€™ve wanted to do for a while; but if you donā€™t do it now, you may not get another chance. If I donā€™t get my pleasure now, I may not find the nerve to ask again, and youā€™ll have blown your chance.ā€ She changed her position ever so slightly, pointed at her bum with one finger and said, ā€œAssā€¦ fuckā€¦ right nowā€¦you beautiful, dirty blonde cow!ā€
I grabbed our double-ended dildo and said, ā€œYes Mistress, whatever you demand!ā€
I did what she demanded of me, and I was still a little nervous as I knelt behind her and placed the tip of the double-ender at her rectum before very slowly, and very gently, pushing it in, all the way to where my pubes would have been, as Mistress encouraged me. ā€œThatā€™s it Princess, shove it in nice and deep. Bugger your randy little Mistress rigid, the way youā€™ve been dreaming about since the first day you pulled my knickers down to my ankles and I watched as I stepped out of them. I can take it all the way, just like you can.ā€
The feeling of pushing the double-ender up Mistressā€™ ass was wonderful; her ass was even tighter than her pussy, and when I had the toy as deep as it would go, and was pressing the front of my thighs against the back of her own, I held still, and reached forward to gently cup Mistressā€™ big tits in both of my hands. Then I asked her if she felt ok with what was happening. She nodded, and said, ā€œContinue with the big rubber cock, Princess, and make me squeal!ā€
Following the very clear instruction I had received, I began working the dildo back and forth slowly, in short thrusts, and gradually extending the length of the thrusts, while keeping them soft and gentle. I knew, right from the start, that Mistress was enjoying anal sex, and I was quite proud of myself for giving the woman I loved the pleasure she wanted. I was gentle with her, as I should be; only becoming vigorous when asked to be, or more accurately when it was demanded of me that I be more vigorous, and that I thrust a little harder. That was the moment when I realized just how tight Mistressā€™ asshole really was. I donā€™t suppose that my own was any less tight, the first time I got fucked up it, but my memory of that instance was of the pain I endured from it, and the way I cried and begged for my Master to stop hurting me. Needless to say, the bastard did no such thing; he simply pulled my hair harder, and told me to shut up.
As I held my position with my legs pressed up against Mistressā€™ legs, and felt her wiggle her hips, I knew it was time to do what she wanted, and slowly pulled the rubber prick out of her asshole, in preparation to push it back in again. I knew I was going to have to be very gentle with my Mistress, and her virgin ass. She was right when she asserted that Iā€™d wanted to do that for a long time, although not as long as she thought. The day I first pulled her lace panties down and got a good look at her considerable bush, I was more concerned about making sure that she was willing to keep it out where I could get at it. Doing her up her lovely peachy ass didnā€™t enter my mind. It was an idea that I didnā€™t have until much later, and we were watching one of her newest porn films. I had Mistress on all fours on the living room floor; skirt up around her waist, panties around her ankles, and three fingers knuckle deep in her pussy as I stroked her clit and talked dirty to her. We were watching a particular scene where one woman was vigorously doing another woman in the ass with a big double-ended dildo, and I was sure that Mistressā€™ pussy was getting wetter and literally pulsating around my invading fingers as she watched the big rubber prick being pushed into a greased-up ass in front of the camera, while the owner of the ass moaned loudly.
******
Then there was Mistressā€™ third trip to the fetish shop, in her spiked collar. She wanted to take her role-playing in that store to the next stage, presumably in one of the rooms on the upper floor. I wasnā€™t quite sure how it would work out, but, as was always the case, what Mistress wanted, Mistress got! She dressed herself like a fifty dollar whore, put on the collar and gave me the leash. Mistress chose to return to the store on the same day, and at roughly the same time as the previous two occasions, hoping that the same women would be in the store, as the last two occasions.
Theyā€™d been green-eyed before, and she wanted to make them even worse. There were ways of doing that, as long as she had the nerve to go through with a performance on a bed in one of the rooms, and I wasnā€™t entirely sure if she would, or not. After all, I was the only woman sheā€™d shown herself to, and I doubted her willingness to take her clothes off in front of many other women. Of course, everything depended on one of the other women creating a situation where Mistress could get her wish without being seen to be offering herself on a plate. She couldnā€™t offer, and being the jealous owner type, I wouldnā€™t either. Weā€™d have to be seen to have been maneuvered into having Mistress perform on another woman.
My part was going to be quite difficult to get exactly right; I had to get Mistress the sort of woman she wanted to play with, while making it all appear to be completely unplanned. A lot of it was going to have to come from my instinct once things began. I knew Mistressā€™ taste in women; Iā€™d had plenty of time to judge what got her nipples to stand to attention and her pussy to get wet. Her taste in women tended to run, mainly, to those like herself; small-boned and petite, with a large, round ass and big, firm tits. Facial features werenā€™t so important, though; big tits were far more important than a pretty face. Now, I knew she wouldnā€™t want to be made to service another Mistress; sheā€™d want to give a little pleasure to a slave who may not have had a great deal of it recently.
Mistressā€™ idea worked out quite well. When I led her through the doorway, on her leash, in her sexy outfit, we got a round of applause. There were several familiar faces; all women who seemed to spend a considerable amount of time in the store, along with their girls. While a couple of them had men on leashes, most had young women in tow. Running on my instinct, despite my initial surprise, it only took me about five seconds to guess which set of panties Mistress was going to want to get into. The girl was of mixed race; uncommon in the day. She was in her early teens, standing about four feet ten inches tall, with an ass like a peach and tits like watermelons; just Mistressā€™ type! Her skin color didnā€™t matter too much, or at least I didnā€™t think it would. To look at her, I was a little curious about her parentage. If sheā€™d been born in America, then the black half of her parentage would have to have been slave stock, but what about the white half? Was the other half also slave stock, unable to find a white slave to marry, or a member of the Masterā€™s family; probably one of his sons.
Master himself probably wouldnā€™t have bothered with a Negro woman, but a horny son with no girlfriend just might have. For a teenage boy, pussy was pussy, and waiting until she reached eighteen often wouldnā€™t feature in his plans! Sons of rich families often forced themselves onto young, often pre-teen, slave girls, because they were too young to have sex with free women. While it was technically illegal to have sex with any underage girl, even a slave, the cops tended not to give a damn. Usually the illegitimate child would end up in the slave compound because its father didnā€™t give a damn. After all, heā€™d already gotten what he wanted, and the kid was often just an embarrassing reminder of how desperate he had been to get himself some pussy. Iā€™d seen it happen with my own eyes. In some households, slaves could do what they liked to one another, as long as it didnā€™t interfere with the duties they had to carry out for their owners, and if that included the big slave raping any and all of the cute female slaves, strictly according to rota, then who gave a flying fuck? In other households, slaves were required to treat each other the way the owning family treated each other. In my household, if a slave man wanted to fuck a slave woman, he had to get her permission first. Just as a child, I saw the effects of not doing so. He was in his late twenties, stood about two meters twenty, and was built like an ox. The young woman didnā€™t stand a chance of fighting him off. He was a new purchase and didnā€™t understand the rules of his new household. A hundred strokes of the lash, and eight hours staked out in the burning sun, taught him the error of his ways, and he never did anything like it again.
I had heard stories whilst in the slave compound of other ways a mixed race child could be conceived. One woman told us all her horror story. Her owner liked live sex shows that he could watch along with his guests. Those shows usually had but one theme, her, and often one or two other white women, being repeatedly raped by several male black slaves, to the cheers of the audience. Sheā€™d had three babies to the other slaves, and as soon as those children had been weaned off milk, they were sold off. That was the one thing a slave owner could get into huge amounts of trouble for doing! Whipping an adult slave to death was quite acceptable; yet selling a child of under thirteen could get an owner five to ten years in a jail cell, maybe more, depending on the age of the slave! No slave could be legally sold until he or she had reached thirteen years of age. That was to prevent babies being sold to pedophiles, as had happened in the past. Slaves or not, no baby should be subjected to that, and her owner had been caught breaking that law. All his slaves were confiscated by the state, and auctioned off, and he had been banned from ever buying any more. One of the other young women in the compound with us had been one of those babies and she added her horror story to the others. I realized, as I was listening to them, that my life could have been far worse than it actually was.
Anyway, it was time to manipulate the women in that room, so that Mistress got what she wanted. The outfit was to begin the conversation, and I was to steer it in the direction Mistress wished. Her plan was fine. ā€œWell then, lucky bitchā€¦youā€™re still hanging on to Miss. Tits, I see. Donā€™t suppose youā€™ve changed your mind on parting with her yet?ā€ The same woman who had asked to buy Mistress the first time, was clearly still intending to buy her from me.
I didnā€™t even see fit to answer the question; mainly because I thought that silence would serve me better than any choice of words. ā€œDidnā€™t think so. What does she do for you that no other girl could do?ā€
ā€œShe serves me well in the bedroom, like no one else I ever owned. She knew nothing when I bought her, and I taught her personally. Could I buy better? Could your girl do better than mineā€ I challenged.
ā€œSeems like we need a comparison here! Would you permit your bitch to give a demonstration on one of us?ā€ she asked. Bait taken then!!!
ā€œWell, Princess?ā€ I asked Mistress. ā€œWould you care to demonstrate your talents on one of the women in this room?ā€
ā€œCan I pick my own partner Mistress, please?ā€ Mistress asked me.
ā€œAnyone have an objection to my girl picking her own demonstration partner?ā€ I asked the room in general.
ā€œNo,ā€ was the standard answer from those who voiced an answer. ā€œBingo, Mistress; youā€™ve just got your girl,ā€ I thought to myself. ā€œTime to see if I read you as well as I think I can.ā€
Mistress looked around the room and walked towards the girl I expected she would go for. Seeing as she was still on her leash, I had to follow her. ā€œIā€™d like this girl, Mistress, if thatā€™s ok,ā€ she said. I looked at the girlā€™s owner, and she nodded her head. Mistress had got her busty piece of teenage pussy!
ā€œIā€™ll allow a basic demonstration down here, but any more than that, and she,ā€ I pointed to the woman who had requested the demo, ā€œcan pay for the necessary room upstairs.ā€
ā€œAgreed, just as long as I get a bedside seat,ā€ she replied. ā€œOh, Mistressā€ I thought, ā€œthis is going to be fun.ā€
Mistress took the girlā€™s hands in her own and asked, ā€œWhat is your name, young lady, mine is Jennie.ā€ I knew that Mistressā€™ first name was Erika, and I just ignored the lie.
ā€œAbigail,ā€ replied a young woman with a smile on her face at being addressed in such a pleasant manner.
ā€œWell then Abigail, will you allow me to make love to you?ā€
ā€œYes, Jennie; if Mistress wants me to.ā€ She turned to her owner and asked for permission. That permission, of course, was immediately forthcoming. Everyone wanted that demoā€™, and allowing her girl to be fucked by another girl was a small price to pay while I put my money where my mouth was.
ā€œMistress,ā€ asked ā€˜Jennieā€™, ā€œWhere should I make love to Abigail; behind the empty counter?ā€
ā€œItā€™s as good a place as any,ā€ I replied, seeing as it was as good a place as any.
Mistress unclipped the leash from her collar, and did the same for Abigail. Then she led her behind the empty counter, as many of us leaned over to watch what was going to occur. ā€œLie down, sweetie,ā€ instructed Mistress. Abigail lay down on her back and Mistress parted her legs, before kneeling between them. We all watched as Mistress open Abigailā€™s sexy little top and began to tease her little nipples. The music had already been shut off, and we could all listen to the soft sounds of pleasure that Abigail was making. The expression on Abigailā€™s face told a complete story. I donā€™t think that her Mistress was a tenth as gentle with her as mine was with me. Abigail was smiling, whimpering and writhing, as Mistress fondled her nipples. After a few minutes, Mistress knelt upright and scooted backwards. She then lifted Abigailā€™s skirt and pulled down her panties. Poking out her tongue, she began to gently suck on Abigailā€™s clit and probe the inside of her pussy, at the same time as sticking her ass out. She was giving the body language equivalent of the words, ā€œHere are my dildo holes ladies; does anyone want to play with them for me while I eat this under-age pussy?ā€
As Mistress munched on Abigailā€™s pussy, one of the audience members knelt down behind her, and looked up at me; clearly sheā€™d recognized the gesture, and was the first one to work up the nerve to interfere. She raised her eyebrows in a questioning gesture, and I nodded my head. She quickly lifted Mistressā€™ short skirt to reveal the surprising fact that she hadnā€™t bothered to put panties on before we came out. I didnā€™t even know that she hadnā€™t put any on. ā€œSheā€™s got no panties on!ā€ she announced very loudly. Running a hand under Mistressā€™ crotch, she brought it out and showed everyone that it was wet. She licked Mistressā€™ juice off her hand, and put it back where it had come from. After which she began to softly finger Mistressā€™ tight pussy. I was surprised when she released her grip on her girlā€™s leash and told her to, ā€œGo and please Miss. Titsā€™s owner, and keep her sweet!ā€ For the first time in my life, I was going to have a slave girl treating me like a genuine Mistress. I could get her to do anything I reasonably wanted, in order to be pleasured! She walked up to me and asked, ā€œWhat can I do for you, to give you pleasure, Mistress?ā€
What indeed? ā€œI want what your Mistress is doing to my girl,ā€ I replied, as I leaned over the counter and stuck my ass out. The girl reached up my skirt and pulled down my panties, allowing me to step out of them. What surprised me most was the fact that I recognized feeling within myself; feelings of jealousy! Despite the fact that I had a teenage girl with her hands up my skirt, I was jealous of the woman who was crouching behind my Mistress and had fingers in her pussy. She was my owner, so what right did I have to be jealous of anything she did, or anything she got? While I wanted to keep that young, fit, body all to myself, I shouldnā€™t have expected Mistress to be faithful to her slave. The funny thing was that I did expect Mistress to be faithful to me, even though I knew I shouldnā€™t. After all, Mistress had told me that she loved me, and everyone knew that lovers should be faithful to each other. I suppose, however, that the teenage hands wandering around my ass and pussy were indications that I also was in the process of being unfaithful to the woman I loved, and I wondered if Mistress would feel as jealous of me, as I was of her. However, to judge by what Mistress was doing, I doubted that sheā€™d even see what I was doing, let alone be feeling anything but the pussy on her tongue and the fingers in her own pussy. Hopefully, I also wouldnā€™t be feeling much more than the fingers in my pussy quite soon.
I felt the touch of the slave girlā€™s fingers around my crotch, and the unmistakable sensation of the application of artificial lubrication being applied to my pussy lips. Then she slipped the first finger inside me, and as I hoped, my jealousy began to fade as my pleasure began to take over. In a way it was a strange feeling, as the girl giving me pleasure wanted none in return. She didnā€™t expect to gain anything out of what was happening, and concentrated purely on my pleasure. Despite merely being in her teens, the so far unnamed girl was pretty good at what she did. Her fingers were stimulating my sensitive spots like a professional; as I did for my Mistress. My first thought, after that one, was to offer the girl the same in return, but that probably wouldnā€™t suit my role.
Anyway, as I enjoyed the sensation in my loins, and listened to Mistress vocalizing her pleasure through Abigailā€™s pussy, I noticed that everyone in the room was looking down at the three women on the floor. Mentally, I compared the shy, reserved and innocent young woman I had to encourage to show me her pussy, in order to show her what my fingers and tongue could do to it, to the dirty little lesbo slut on the sex shop floor, being fingered by a complete stranger, and eating out another complete stranger. How my beautiful, shy, little Mistress had changed since that first night! I wondered how far Mistress was prepared to go, that day, but I figured that after sheā€™d worked up the courage, sheā€™d go all the way with the woman kneeling behind her. In a way, she was going to discover how the other half lived, because the woman was not going to treat her in quite the same way I did. Mistress wouldnā€™t be hurt, because that was property damage, and the penalties could be severe if the other woman willfully damaged my property. Injuring another ownerā€™s slave was equal to damaging her car, or breaking the windows of her house. In America, a slave was a valuable piece of property, and prison sentences had been known to be handed out to people who intentionally injured them. Another question I asked myself was ā€˜did I want to watch Mistress be fucked?ā€™ I decided that I did. I had a gun in my purse, and I thought it likely that Iā€˜d be the only person in the room, apart from Mistress, who did. (Getting a permit to buy a gun wasnā€™t exactly easy, and getting one to allow you to carry it concealed was much more difficult. The articles of Confederation originally allowed a citizen to carry whatever the hell he damn-well pleased. Times, of course, had changed considerably. The much revised articles from the nineteen twenties put very strict limits on what a citizen could own, and that hadnā€™t changed much in the following hundred years. While you could own a rifle, it had to be manual operation. Machine pistols were only allowed by special permit, and Mistress and I both had those permits.) I intended to make sure that Mistress was not mistreated, with force if need be.

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We laid there staring at each other for what felt like forever. Not because I was bored, but because I felt we were so connected.
Steph kept her hand around my cock as the wind blew its warm air over our naked bodies. Her blue eyes seemed to be staring right into my soul.
“So,” I said, breaking the silence. “Who do you pick?”
“Huh?” she asked.
“On our way out here you asked me which sibling I preferred…what about you? Which one of us do you like better?” I asked.
“Well…” Steph started. “Both of you.”
“Oh come on. You’re just repeating me now. At least I gave you reasons.” I said.
“Well, let me finish.” Steph said. “See, I’ve wanted to be with Steve for so long. When I finally got him it really was amazing. Like I said, everything I expected. It’s just that now I’ve already had him.”
“That how you feel about me?” I asked.
“That’s different.” she said. “You just make me feel different.”
“And how do I make you feel?” I asked, extending my hand out to tickle her pubic mound.
“I dunno. I just feel comfortable with you. Safe, I guess.” She said.
“You should feel safe with Steve. He likes you a lot. He’s been waiting a long time for you, Steph. He’s finally got the best thing in his life.” I said.
“I know…and I love Steve. Ugh. I’m just so confused. I love Steve. I love him. He’s a pretty good fuck, too. It kinda helps that he’s so fucking cute. He’s my brother, and that just makes it so much hotter for me. But there’s just something I like about you…” she said.
“There’s quite a few things I like about you.” I said, smiling.
Steph flashed a toothy grin and laid back.
“Oh, fuck.” she sighed.
“Well…ok.” I said.
Even though it wasn’t a demand or a request, I climbed on top of Steph and started kissing her.
“Not so fast, loverboy.” Steph said. “We’ve got to be getting back. Steve should be getting home.”
Ugh. She put me off again.
I helped Steph to her feet. She reached down and pulled her bikini bottoms up. I handed her the top, which she applied herself.
“You gonna get dressed or just stand there and watch me?” she asked.
“Fuck. Whats the point?” I said.
With that, I held my towel and trunks in one hand, and Stephs soft palm in the other.
We wound our way through the woods.
“So what’s up for tonight?” I asked.
“I can think of one thing that will be…” Steph said, smiling.
“Well, that’s always for you.” I replied.
“Hm. I’ll see if I can get some friends to meet us in town. That is, if you want.” she said.
“Whatever you wanna do, baby.” I said.
Steph and I came out of the woods and started walking toward the house. That’s when Steve returned.
Steve made his way down the drive and up to the house. He opened his door and looked at us, Steph in her bikini, me naked.
“Christ. Can’t fuckin’ leave you two alone for a minute.” he said, grabbing cases of beer from his back seat.
“Shut up, Steve.” Steph called out. “We need your help.”
“With what?” Steve asked.
“We wanna go meet some friends in town.” she said.
“What do you need help with?” he asked.
“Aren’t you Mr. Popular?” Steph asked.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He said.
The three of us walked into the house and headed downstairs.
“I smell like pond water.” I said. “I’m getting a shower.”
“Why don’t we save some water? I need one…” Steph said.
Sounded good to me.
“Wait, Steph. I, uh, I need help with some stuff.” Steve said.
“Help with what?” She asked.
“Just follow me.” Steve said.
Well, fuck it. I still needed a shower. I walked in and pulled the curtain back. I stepped in and let the hot water wash over me. It felt great. I was still so tense. I could pretty much feel the pond water and dirt running off of my body.
Finally feeling clean, I stepped out and dried off. I walked into Steves room and decided if we were going out, I should probably put some clothes on.
I pulled on a t shirt, some jeans, my belt, socks and boots. I grabbed my hat and walked out into the party room. No one. I walked over to Stephs room and opened the door.
On her bed, her legs were in the air. I could see the back of a red tank top and dark brown shorts that were sliding down Steves ass.
“Oh Stevie!” Steph moaned.
“Oh fuck, Steph. Oh fuck, Steph.” Steve answered.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Don’t stop.” Steph begged.
“Ahh. Ahhh. Fuck. I’m cumming, Steph. I’m cumming!” Steve shouted.
Steph was right. She was confused. I saw her face. The girl that said she was almost bored with her brother looked like she could never love another.
Steve eased back and pulled his slippery, tan cock out. He grabbed a tissue and wiped himself down. He stepped back and pulled his shorts to their natural position.
“There. Get a shower and we’ll head out.” Steve said.
Steve turned around and smiled at me. We walked out and sat on the couch. Steve pulled out his phone and let his numbers run rampant on the key pad.
After a series of replies, Steve turned to me.
“We’re good to go for tonight.” He said. “Few people are gonna meet us in town.”
“Sweet.” I said.
We sat there for a few minutes in relative silence. Steph exited her room wearing blue panties with a matching bra. In her hands were a pair of small white shorts and a black tank top. I loved those white shorts. You could see right through them. Maybe that was the point?
Steve grabbed his keys.
“Let’s go.” He said.
We walked outside and were engulfed by the orange glow of the setting sun.
“I’ll just drive myself.” I offered. “I gotta get gas, anyhow.”
“Alright. We’ll take you to the gas station. Then just follow us.” Steve instructed.
Steve and Steph got in his car. I hopped in my truck and followed them down the drive and onto the gravel road. The drive gave me time to think about how happy I was to come up here.
I noticed Steve had his turn signal on. I followed suit and we pulled into the gas station.
I filled up and off we went.
By now, it was pretty dark. I noticed we were heading toward a bunch of lights that seemed to be thrown out in the middle of nowhere. What the hell?
We pulled up onto a grassy patch away from all the other cars. There were people everywhere down there. I looked out my window at all the concession stands. I saw Wranglers, Skoal, and Cowboy hats. We were at the county fair.
I got out of my truck and walked up to Steve.
“So this is it?” I asked.
“This is what we do for fun.” He said.
Steph got out and walked to my side, making me the middle man. We latched arms and off we walked.
“Where we goin’?” Steph asked.
“‘Sposed to meet ’em by the stage.” Steve answered.
We wound through the hordes of people as made our way to the stage. Steph through a hand up.
“Amy! Amy!” She yelled. She dropped my arm and took off. Apparently they knew one another.
Steve walked closer to me.
“See that bitch?” He asked, meaning Amy.
“Yeah.” I said.
“Forget about her. She’s a fucking cunt. I tried to get that for a year and couldn’t. Uptight bitch.” He said.
Amy didn’t look like a bitch to me. She was a few inches shorter than I was, black hair, and brown eyes. She was wearing a jean skirt and her tan legs disappeared into a pair of cowgirl boots. Her breasts pressed against her white blouse.
She flashed a white smile to me as we approached.
“Who’s this?” Amy asked.
“Oh. This is Bret.” Steph said.
“How ya doin’?” I asked.
Amy whispered something to Steph and they started giggling. What was so funny?
From behind Amy came a boy about our age. He had dyed his hair jet-black. His ears were pierced. His cargo shorts were ripped and his t shirt said “HAWK”. This kid was a skater.
“Hey, Jimmy!” Steve called.
“Sup, dude?” Jimmy answered.
Amy walked with Steph, talking in hushed tones. Were they talking about me?
Jimmy and Steve disappeared somewhere else. Amy and Steph stopped cold and turned to me.
“Hey, Bret. I gotta go meet some different people. Why don’t you go with Amy?” Steph asked.
“Sure, ok.” I said.
“Come on, pal.” Amy said.
I walked behind Amy, watching her ass shake in her little skirt.
Amy and I walked on, discussing the small stuff. Where I was from, what I liked to do, etc.
Amy and I sat down on a bench and continued talking.
“So, how about a girlfriend?” She asked.
“Nope. Don’t have one.” I said. “Any special boys in your life?”
“Bleh. Boys.” She said, smiling.
“What do you mean? Steve said he was awful special to you.” I said. I knew this would get her by the way Steve described her to me.
“Don’t even get me started with that ass.” She said.
“Whatever you say, babe.” I said.
Why did I call her babe?
“Huh?” She asked me.
“I said: Whatever you say, babe.” I repeated.
We were too close to the stage. The band came on and Amy scooted closer to me.
“Lets go somewhere quiet.” She whispered in my ear.
“Where?” I asked.
“Parking lot.” She practically shouted.
Amy and I stood and made our way out to the parking lot.
“Where you parked?” She asked.
I led her to my truck and we sat inside.
“You look beautiful.” I said.
“Aww. Thanks, handsome.” She said.
“So whats up with Steve?” I asked.
“He’s just a fucking creep.” Amy said. “He tries to get all touchy-feely and I’m just not having it. Not with him, anyway.”
“Well.” I said, feeling some tension. “With who then?”
Amy leaned in. I had to. We kissed.
Amy brought her head back.
“Whoa. Sorry.” She said.
“Don’t be.” I said.
“Whoo. It’s getting hot in here.” She said. “Why don’t we talk outside?”
We got out. It was damn dark now. I walked around to her side. The side away from the festivites. The side blanketed extra dark against a tree line.
Amy leaned against my truck, arms behind her back.
“Ya know, I wasn’t lying earlier.” I said. “You do look beautiful. Really beautiful.”
I moved in closer. It was do or die time. I leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Amy moved her head to me, closed her eyes and we met lips.
Our tongues thrashed together for a few minutes. I broke from her lips and cradeled my face in her neck. I planted kisses strategically.
“Oh Bret…that feels so good.” She said.
“You know what’ll feel better?” I asked, muffled.
I moved my hand up her thigh, under her skirt.
“We can’t! Not here!” She said.
“Why not? Who’s gonna see?” I asked.
Amy bit her lip and looked around. There weren’t any cars in our immediate range except for Steves. The hundreds of people walking around the fair grounds would never even notice. They had no idea we were there.
“Come on.” I pleaded. “Let’s just do it.”
“Do you have a condom?” Amy asked.
I opened the passenger door, dropped the glove box, and pulled one out. I had learned to always be prepared. Thanks Boy Scouts!
I held it between my index and middle finger so she could see it.
Amy bit her lip again. She looked at the condom and then at me.
“Let’s do it.” She said.
I removed my hand from up her skirt and undid my belt and my button. Amy grabbed my zipper and pulled it down. She grabbed the elastic of my boxers and pulled the waistband under my balls.
She took me into her hand.
“Mmm. Nice and smooth.” She said.
Amy gave me a few tugs to get my hard. I opened the condom and rolled it on.
I got down onto my knees and ran my hands up Amys legs. I hooked my fingers around the top of her thin panties and slid them down. She stepped out of them and started to undo her skirt.
“No need.” I said. I’d always wanted to fuck a girl in a skirt.
I lifted her skirt up. I wanted to see my prize. Staring back at me was another beautiful pussy. Unlike most I’d encountered, Amy kept a small strip of hair just above her slit.
I brought my face to her crotch and inhaled deeply. I kissed her mound a few times.
“Oh, Bret.” She sighed.
I stuck my tongue out and ran it just above her slit a few times. I decided I needed a taste test.
My tongue dove into her pussy. I had to get her juices going. The little hair above her snatch tickled my nose a little.
After I felt I had accomplished this phase, I got back to my feet. I turned Amy around and she held on to the bed of the truck.
I lifted her jean skirt up inch by inch. God, was I ready.
The skirt yanked up over her smooth ass and stared at me. I grabbed my cock and began to guide it. I ran my hand down her back, trying to loosen her up.
My cock pressed against her outer lips and I heard a faint gasp as I pressed in. What a tight little cunt she had.
I pushed my cock into her until my hips were pressed against her ass. I gyrated a little, moving my willy around inside of her.
I pulled back and pushed in slowly again. I started to pick up my pace a little.
“It’s so good.” Amy breathed, clutching my truck.
I started slamming into Amys pussy with such force, I feared the fair-goers would hear the slap of my balls against her slit echo throughout the grounds.
Keeping up such force took its toll on my legs. I backed Amy away from the truck and we got to our knees. Amy set her arms out for support.
I continued fucking Amy from behind. Our breaths were quick and paced. I felt Amys pussy clamp down on me.
I reached down and grabbed the heels of Amys boots. I lifted them a little, helping me pull.
Finally, Amys muscles clamped down and wouldn’t release. That was it.
Amy let out a little scream and I moaned into the night.
We collapsed onto the grass.
“Damn.” I said, yanking the condom off of my cock.
“I have never…” Amy started.
“I’ve got an idea.” I said
“What?” Amy asked.
“Why don’t you come spend the night tonight?” I offered.
“Hm. I think I just might be able to.” Amy said with a smile.
We stood up and Amy pulled her skirt down. I buttoned, zipped, and reattached my belt.
“What is that?” Amy asked.
“What?” I said.
“Listen.” Amy said.
I listened hard. Coming through the noise of the night, faint moans were audible.
“Where’s that coming from?” I asked.
“I think from that car.” Amy said, pointing at Steves car.
We snuck up on the car. From a few feet away, we looked in the windows. Inside, Steve was on all fours in the backseat. He was the originator of the moans. Underneath him lay one of the girls that had accompanied Amy earlier in the evening. To his front, his good friend, the skater boy, Jimmy, was beating off in the girls face.
“Haha. Oh. It’s just Steve.” Amy said, unsurprised.
We walked back down the fair. Time to find Steph.

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“Making My Sister Horny”

“Making My Sister Horny”
* A boys game with his sister progresses into way much moreā€¦.than he expectedā€¦ *
__Iā€™m Ken. Let me tell you about my crazy familyā€¦ā€¦
__ā€Ken, come here please.ā€ It was my mom. She was smiling with that ornery grin of hers. She was in the back of the kitchen as usual wanting to have a private talk with meā€¦ again. I knew what she wanted. My sister was in the shower so she knew she had privacy to talk to me. She put her arms around my neck, held me close and said: ā€œWhat do you have planned for tonight.?ā€ I grinned at her said: ā€œPlaytime, of course.ā€ I started squeezing her butt cheeks. She blushed and said: ā€œKen!, stop that. Play with your sister, but Iā€™m your mom, weā€¦I mean youā€¦ canā€™t do that.ā€
She always said that because I knew just how to make her aroused. She loved it when I fondled her butt, but always slowly stopped me.
Her real arousement came from me when I messed with my older sister. She encouraged me to fondle her and make her all hot and turned on. Momā€™s big thrill was to watch us play grab ass in front of her.
She even secretly told me that watching us turned her on, and to feel free to do it in front of her. After dad left, she became close to me and I had the feeling she would love to fool around with me, but just couldnā€™t step over that line.
When your mom whispers in your ear that she likes it when I feel my sisters tits, I figured she wished it was her. My older sister Della, or Del as we called her, we talked privately about mom.
Del said: ā€œKen,ā€¦. momā€™s got the hots for you. Sheā€™s using us to get herself all turned on. I know she masturbates thinking about us, Iā€™ve heard her before later after we have played grab ass and got herself all hot. I know those sounds I hear from her bedroom, right next to mine. If it makes her happy, letā€™s increase it and just see what she does. I bet she comes after you. Sheā€™s a hot looking woman, and I just ā€™knowā€™ youā€™d just love to ā€™doā€™ her, wouldnā€™t you Kenā€¦huh?ā€
I walked up to her and said: ā€œSheā€™s not the one Iā€™d like to ā€˜doā€˜, Del.ā€ I reached up and felt her full tits. She took a big breath and closed her eyes and just stood there and let me feel her up. She finally said: ā€œI have a boyfriend who would kick your ass if he knew you were feeling me upā€¦., and. ā€œ She reached down and felt my hardon. ā€œā€¦.and if he knew about ā€˜thisā€™ he would probablyā€¦.godā€¦.whoā€™s knows what.
Oh my,ā€¦ mom would love to see us now, you with a big hardon.ā€
She grinned and whispered: (ā€œā€¦..mom! Kenā€™s got a big hardon, come and see it!ā€) We both giggled as she squeezed my hardon and I grabbed at her pussy.
Del knew what she was doing. She liked the attention she was getting from me and it also turned her on when we copped feels in front of mom. My sister was easy to make horny.
I had found this out a long time ago. I would do it just to watch her blush and get all flustered if I felt her up in the slightest way. She had no resistance to me.
I would walk in her room and smile at her. She would put her arm over her nice tits and cover her pussy with the other hand. She would blush and stutterā€¦ā€Iā€™ll ttttel momā€ before I even touched her. I would whisper in her ear: (ā€œJust let me see your tits, Del.ā€) She would be breathing hard with her eyes closed. (ā€œā€¦drop your arm and put your hands down to your side.ā€) I would say.
She would do it and whisper back: (ā€œā€¦.mom will get mad at you Ken.ā€)
I would open what ever she had on and just look at her beautiful tits. She hardly ever wore a bra. She would hold on to me so she wouldnā€™t fall. I would kiss her titties and lick her nipples. I would then put my hand on her pussy and reach in deep and rub it, back to front. When my fingers came up and across her clitā€¦she would jump and her legs would buckle.
I never knew it till later, but Del said at first she did tell mom what I was doing to her. Mom would smile and tell her that boys do these things and that just means he likes you. Now Del, tell me in detail what he does. Del would tell her every detail as mom seemed to be getting aroused by it. Then she would say how lucky she was to have a brother that likes you so much.
Delā€¦ā€¦
I was young and I ā€˜didā€™ like what Ken did, but I didnā€™t want to get in trouble for it , so I told mom to report my ā€™innocentsā€™ of it all. It turned out that mom liked hearing what ken did to me. I then from time to time told her what the latest happenings were. I liked telling her in private, it turned me on telling it myself. We got so we would giggle and whisper like it was secret ā€™girl talkā€™.
As time passed mom would catch him feeling me up. She would tee hee and act like it was nothing and then encourage him privately to do it even more butā€¦in front of her.
Kenā€¦.
I thought about what Del said, to increase it to see just what mom would do. It sounded like fun to me, so I told Del: ā€œLetā€™s go for it for fun and see what mom does.ā€ She was all for it and she bet mom would run to the bathroom to go finger herself! I said she might attack me! We giggled about what she ā€˜mightā€™ do.
We planned a night to get mom all hot watching us.
The late evening came and Del came out of the shower wearing just a white towel and a towel on her head. She looked very sexy. She came in the living room and said: ā€œMom do we have any more of that warming lotion?ā€ Mom sat on the couch and smiled at her and then me. She said no, that we were out. I then said. ā€œI have some, hold on.ā€
I went and got it and started putting it on Delā€™s neck and shoulders. I told her then to lay on the couch. Mom was at the far end of it. I had Del lay on her tummy. I straddled her ass and pulled her towel down. Momā€™s smiling eyes were glued to us. She was only a foot away from us. I massaged Delā€™s back and kept going all the way down her legs. She moaned and squirmed as I did her ass and between her thighs. We both took peeks at mom and watch her face in delight as she watched.
I laid down on Delā€™s back and took off the towel from her head. I massaged her head with my fingers. She moaned so sexy. I noticed momā€™s hand disappear in robe. She was feeling something in there. I just had on shorts and no shirt. Del and I were skin to skin from the waist up. My hardon was between her legs and she was squirming on it. We both could hear momā€™s labored breathing.
Mom got up. She turned out all but one dim light. She sat in the chair facing us. She slowly opened her legs and put her hand down her panties. I whispered to Del: (ā€œā€¦I think she going to get herself off while she watches us.ā€) Del whispered back between moansā€¦: (ā€œā€¦.keep going, now maybe we get to watch her.ā€)
I kept going and pushed my hardon deep between Delā€™s legs. She moaned and pushed back on it. Momā€™s legs now were wide apart as she was rubbing herself a little faster.
At this pointā€¦something had to happen. I knew our minds all had thoughts racing at full speed.
Ken: I was so close to putting my hardon in Del I decided I was going to do itā€¦whenā€¦.Delā€¦.
Del: Enough is enough. I quick turned over and pushed Kenā€™s shorts down. Both our hands met on his hardon as we guided it in me. We were going to have sex right in front of mom.
Mom: My fantasy is coming true right before my very eyes. Watching my kids have sex with each other. I know it sounds crazy, but itā€™s just something I have a thing for. Iā€™m taking these panties clear off so I can get off with them.
Ken: I was a goner. I had to fuck Del now, and nothing else mattered. Mom would just have to watch. I had my hardon in Delā€™s warm wet pussy and I was going for it.
Del: My legs came up and around Ken and I was going to do itā€¦., I had to have him, and right now.
Mom: How many orgasms can a woman have in one sittingā€¦.whoā€™s countingā€¦this my ultimate fantasyā€¦I hope they have beautiful sex for me.
Iā€™ve got 4 fingers in my pussy and two are massaging my G spotā€¦.I may pass outā€¦if I do, it will be worth it. Oh my god!ā€¦look at them go so wild and with so much passion. Del is moaning and Ken is groaning beautiful. Iā€™m losing my mind with thisā€¦ohhh, Iā€™m going to climax with themā€¦..Ohh Yesssssssss!
Ken: damn, can Del ever fuck good, she knows just how to peak usā€¦..oh hellllllllā€¦.my ball are explodingā€¦..
I unloaded the best cum of my life, blast after blast of cum flooded Del as she moaned a yelp that just kept me keep cuming.
Del: Ohā€¦.myā€¦.god!ā€¦.my whole body is tremblingā€¦.my pussy is going spasm crazy. My legs are jerking and pounding Kenā€™s ass. Oh godā€¦.. Ken donā€™t stop cumingā€¦yes yes yesā€¦.
Mom: My legs are shaking as this wonderful climax has them trembling out of my controlā€¦
Kenā€¦..
Del and I put mom to bed. She was like a limp rag. She mumbled and kept rubbing her pussy.
Del and I then got in my bed and went for moreā€¦all night we were locked together, in our own bliss. We let it all out. I licking her pussy till she squirmed with moaning delight. We licked and sucked every part of our bodies. All that time of wanting to have hot sex, was now happeningā€¦
Momā€¦..
Itā€™s 3am.
They didnā€™t even notice me as I stood in Kenā€™s doorway, watching them do everything. I stood there with a wet pussy and gasping breath. My fingers gave me some of the pleasure I wantedā€¦.butā€¦.
Watching Ken put his sister in sexual heaven, and Delā€™s beautiful euphoric reactionā€¦left me with one last burning secret desireā€¦..
(ā€¦.to have my turn withā€¦ Kenā€¦)

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Little League Mom

This beautiful mother at our Little League game really gets under my skin or more correctly I get into her skin.

Urban Renewal: A Cautionary Tale

Urban Renewal: A Cautionary Tale
By rutger5 (An Original Story – Copyright 2012)
Weā€™d always wanted to live in the city, my wife Julianne and I that is. Coming from the suburbs right on the outskirts of New York we already spent a lot of time there going to events and shows plus I worked at a Fortune 500 company located downtown. There were only two problems I saw with moving there.
One it is astronomically expensive to buy in NYC. Depending on the neighborhood just an apartment can easily set you back more than a million which was certainly beyond our price range. Plus we wanted more than that and at a minimum we needed two bedrooms as we had a daughter, our little angel Mia.
She was the main reason I was hesitant to move to the city. Things had greatly improved in our lifetime as far as crime rates and things like that went but I still worried about her growing up in the city. Weā€™d both been raised where you had a backyard to play in and kids could ride their bikes in the street and I wanted that for Mia. But Julianne persisted in wanting to live in the heart of the city. She felt it would be such an incredible experience for Mia to grow up with all the city had to offer including museums and the like.
So we continued looking but only if the home matched all our criteria would we go any further when one day my wife called me. Our real estate agent said sheā€™d found the perfect property but due to its below market price weā€™d have to act fast. Julianneā€™s mother watched little Mia so she could travel to the city and after work we met the agent at the address.
It did have a lot going for it. It was a brownstone and because it was about to be foreclosed on the seller was very motivated putting it in our price range though just barely. I did have a few reservations though. It looked like it needed some work and it was located in Bedford-Stuyvesant which is a somewhat sketchy neighborhood but the realtor pointed out it was by the Clinton Hill border which was a little more gentrified. It wasnā€™t going to become Park Slope or Williamsburg overnight but it was improving and there was no way we could afford a brownstone in those pricier areas.
ā€œWe should really move on this honey. It wonā€™t last long and if weā€™re going to move to the city it makes sense now before Mia has started first grade in the fallā€ my wife said with a hopeful expression.
Julianne made a lot of sense there. Mia was finishing kindergarten now and it would be better if she was able to be in the city schools in time for first grade. So we put in an offer and before we even made it home we got a callback saying it had been accepted. It wasnā€™t going to be easy I told Julianne and weā€™d really have to scrimp and save especially since she wanted all new Sub Zero appliances as well as having the outdated kitchen totally remodeled.
She had worked before having Mia but had since quit as we both wanted our daughter to be raised by family and not by daycare or a nanny. So Iā€™d have to work as much as possible and take on any extra project at work that I could get. But hopefully it would pay off for us in the future. Iā€™d suggested that at least for now we could rent out the second floor for the additional money as it was now divided into two units but Julianne wouldnā€™t hear of it.
ā€œ No. There is no way Iā€™m having renters living in my house even if everything is separateā€ she said with an expression that promised no compromise.
In the back of my mind I hoped her position might soften but in actuality I knew she could be resolute and honestly even stubborn when the mood struck her. From the way she set her chin I doubted she would waver on this. So we lined our ducks in a row and within eight weeks we were the proud owners of a brownstone. We almost didnā€™t make it as an issue came up during the home inspection that we were forced to correct as the owner didnā€™t have the money available to do so.
My parents loaned us ten thousand dollars as all we had was already going toward the down payment and the closing costs. In fact weā€™d also arranged to sell our beloved Volvo to save the money we spent on its registration, insurance and maintenance. Plus keeping a car in the city was a luxury we couldnā€™t afford under our new financial circumstances and with the subways weā€™d still be able to get around.
That night after the closing Julianne and I went to our new house now that it was really ours. We tenderly made love on the wooden floor which wasnā€™t normal for us as Julianne was usually somewhat reserved. Raised by an Irish Catholic mother she could be surprisingly modest and old fashioned in attitude when it came to sex though she certainly did enjoy having it. When it was over she lay in my arms with her head resting on my chest as I stroked her soft brown hair and her petite body snuggled against mine. Little did I suspect that this moment was the high water mark and things would only get worse from that point on. But at the time I was unaware of what awaited me and felt blissfully happy.
We continued living in the suburbs for the next month as the kitchen was redone and things didnā€™t go smoothly. There was some rot in the walls which added to the cost while putting us deeper in the hole and delaying our moving in by another week. But we managed to enroll Mia in the local public school so she could begin first grade in September and friends and family pitched in to help us move when the time came so we could save money there.
We were exhausted that August night but we had managed to set up and decorate Miaā€™s room. On all the walls murals were painted of Disney princesses as that was what she loved the most and she wished to be. In a way she was since she was her daddyā€™s little princess. After tucking her in we collapsed onto our own unmade bed and fell asleep still dressed and in a way that was the pattern that continued. Obviously we didnā€™t sleep in our clothing every night but between the long hours I was now working combined with Julianne fixing up and decorating the house while taking care of Mia, on far too many nights we were too tired for sex.
Even when we had it we just went through the motions a lot of the time. Often in the past Mia would spend the night with one set of her grandparents during the weekend. On those occasions weā€™d have marathon lovemaking sessions that would stretch into the next day but since we had moved to Brooklyn they became just a distant memory. There were times Julianne would get in little digs at me for not doing my husbandly duty enough and sometimes Iā€™d respond in frustration to her barbs.
I felt she should have more understanding as I was working late just about every night now. Plus on the weekends I was trying to fix up little things in the house to save money though I was no handyman. It especially bothered me because it had been Julianne that had really pushed for us to buy now and it was her wanting the kitchen remodeled with expensive appliances that had put us into such debt. She also refused to agree to rent out part of the building to help us defray the mortgage so I was forced to work excessively.
Itā€™s true she looked after Mia and the house but it just wasnā€™t the same and I hadnā€™t gotten upset with her anyway. If we could survive like this for a while then things would become much easier in the future I felt. The brightest spot during this period for me was my little daughter. She was so excited about starting first grade – real school she called it. We brought her together on her first day and that morning I went in late to work so I could witness it. We took pictures of Mia in her new outfit with her princess backpack and she was very brave and not scared at all. She was already introducing herself to her schoolmates and I knew sheā€™d be making friends in no time.
In the coming days in order to keep herself busy Julianne became something of a class mom and she spent a lot of time going to PTA meetings and volunteering for school activities and basically helping out where needed. This was a good thing I believed as a lot of the children came from single family and broken homes with no parental encouragement of any kind. In fact many of the parents never did a thing to help out even if it would have benefited their own children. So in no time she knew all the teachers and administrators as well as any parents that actually cared about how things went in the school.
Meanwhile Mia did very well in class as she was an intelligent girl and she already read years above her grade level so she helped some of her classmates who didnā€˜t. Because of this she was extremely popular and had many friends but she had a special friend, a girl named Essence Taylor. Essence was a sweet, little African-American girl and they had bonded over both loving to watch princess movies, ponies and the like.
Iā€™d met her parents at a school function and it was obvious that they doted on their daughter. Her mother Jada in fact was a teacher at another city school while her father DeMarcus had driven a city bus until he was forced onto disability due to a chronic bad back. The two girls became inseparable and were virtually joined at the hip whenever they had the chance. In fact every time I saw Mia, which wasnā€™t as often as I wished due to my working late every night, she had some story about Princess Essence as she called her bff.
As we approached the beginning of winter we had settled into a routine of sorts. Iā€™d wake Mia before then walking to the subway to catch my train to work while her mother would dress and feed her before bringing her to school. Julianne spent the day doing housework or helping at school until classes were done for the day when sheā€™d bring Mia home. Often Essence would come with them and the girls would play until she would be picked up by one of her parents at which time ā€˜my girlsā€™ would eat dinner without me.
I would usually get home late and reheat my dinner while doing more work on my laptop until I was unable to keep my eyes open. Then Iā€™d kiss my sleeping angel good night before staggering off to bed. On the weekends I tried to come up with activities we could do as a family as it was our only chance to do so. Julianne was less enthusiastic but went along with it as the three of us rode the subway to different museums and explored all over the city.
Things had improved a little between us or at least weā€™d adjusted to the circumstances I believed. Julianne was no longer taking cheap shots at me and I tried my best to do little romantic things for her when I could. We still werenā€™t making love as often as we used to. In fact recently there had been some nights when Iā€™d attempted to be romantic and I was rebuffed due to my wife having a headache. Julianne could get severe migraines so I was always understanding when this happened. Still we were trying to get back to where we used to be I truly believed.
Then one evening I managed to get home earlier than usual. I was still too late for family dinner but Mia was awake so I was able to give her a bath and then tuck her in. I read her Cinderella and made voices for all the characters which delighted her to no end. It was such a nice moment for us both I didnā€™t want it to end. Since she was still awake after the story finished I started to talk to her about how things in her life were going. Of course she told me happily all about school and Princess Essence and how she loved her new backyard and that she wanted a puppy. Then she said something that seemed a little odd to me.
ā€œI like playing in the backyard Daddy but yesterday I was playing with Princess Essence there and Mommy locked us out of the house.ā€
ā€œWhy would she do that sweetie? Are you sure? Maybe you made a mistake.ā€
ā€œOh no Daddy. Cause Princess Essence had to pee pee and we tried to get in but we couldnā€™t. Then we knocked on the door loud and finally she let us in and said she was sorry.ā€
ā€œOkay Princess Mia, well you girls came inside then so no harm was done.ā€
ā€œWellā€ she answered in a quiet voice ā€œPrincess Essence couldnā€™t wait so she peed in her pants and her daddy had to take her home right away. He got mad about that but Mommy said he had to bring her home.ā€
ā€œSo he came and got her then?ā€
ā€œHe didnā€™t have to come cause he was already here. But Iā€™m not supposed to say that, Mommy told me not to. Sorry, am I in trouble Daddy?ā€
ā€œNo, of course not sweetie. Just donā€™t mention it to Mommy that you told me and I wonā€™t either. Now its getting late and you need to go to sleep and dream nice dreams until you wake up. Can you do that for me?ā€
She nodded and I leaned down and kissed her good night before shutting off the light and leaving her room. What sheā€™d told me was strange for sure but I didnā€™t want to read too much into it though I admit I had a bad premonition. I waited until later that night when I had the right opportunity where Julianne was relaying something about what Mia and Essence had done in school that day to broach the subject.
ā€œMia told me earlier that they were accidentally locked in the yard the other dayā€ I said in a nonchalant fashion.
A look crossed her face but just as quickly her expression returned to the placid one she had before Iā€™d spoken.
ā€œThat silly girl. They werenā€™t locked out. For some reason they had trouble opening the door is all. Poor Essence had a little accident which probably upset them further. I had to call her house so she could be picked up earlyā€ Julianne replied.
During our conversation I wasnā€™t directly facing her but from the corner of my eye I saw her furtively looking at me as she talked. When I let the subject drop and changed it to something else she appeared relieved. A little later that night before I had a chance to approach her romantically Julianne informed me that she felt one of her headaches coming on and she was going to bed early. That made me even more apprehensive than Iā€™d been. Another night where we didnā€™t make love and all I could think about was either Mia was mistaken about more than one thing in regard to the day before or that Julianne was hiding something.
My sleep was troubled by nightmares that night and I felt even more like a zombie the next morning than I had recently. After waking my little girl I headed downstairs to head out to work. Julianne was in the kitchen sipping coffee so I went to kiss her goodbye. I noticed she was wearing makeup and perfume and seemed very upbeat and full of energy.
ā€œHow are you feeling this morning Jul?ā€ I asked.
ā€œGood, the headache has gone away. Sleep is the only real cure dear. I feel so good I think I might go shopping after I drop Mia offā€ she told me in an offhand way.
ā€œWell donā€™t spend too much – we canā€™t afford itā€ I replied with a hint of annoyance in my voice.
ā€œI know that Sam, really sometimes you can be impossibleā€ she said while making no effort at hiding her displeasure.
That morning seemed to be from a nightmare. The A Train was late and when it arrived it was jam packed with the polyglot mass that was New York City. My head pounded from the clanking of the train and ached from the multitude of voices as I was jostled and buffeted during my short ride into downtown Manhattan. And through it all one thought burned in my brain. My wife, the sweet girl I had fallen in love with, was being unfaithful!
I seethed with anger and I literally saw red. The world seemed to be washed with blood to my tired eyes. Every rider appeared sinister in look or intent to me but I knew it was just my own black mood. While I climbed the stairs up to the street I managed to calm myself and my anger was pushed just below the surface allowing me to function normally. Because Iā€™d remembered something. In order for lower insurance rates Iā€™d installed a security system with digital cameras. I could simply go onto my computer and check the day in question to see if Essenceā€™s father was there earlier than my wife said and I prayed Julianne was telling me the truth.
My face outwardly displayed none of the turmoil I was feeling as I approached my desk. I returned the greetings from my co-workers like any other morning but all I cared about was getting on my computer to see. There was no pretense on my part once I logged on of checking my e-mails or for anything work related. Immediately I accessed the security site and signed in. Once there I pulled up the surveillance footage from two days before and ran it from the early morning. I watched the image of myself leaving for work and a little later saw Julianne and Mia head off to school.
It felt like a kick to my stomach when less than an hour after leaving Julianne returned and she wasnā€™t alone. Towering over my petite wife was Essenceā€™s father DeMarcus. He hovered behind her, his large hands resting on her tiny upper arms as she unlocked the front door. They disappeared from sight as the door closed behind them. It took only seconds in real time but it was over five hours in actual elapsed time when they emerged outside again.
When Julianne had entered the house earlier sheā€™d been wearing skinny jeans and a sweater under her leather jacket. Now to go along with her bubble jacket she had on her VS sweatpants professing her love of pink. It was strong evidence though circumstantial, not that it mattered. With no-fault divorce both parties were treated the same whether guilty or innocent. If thatā€™s where we were headed she could get a sympathetic judge whoā€™d order me to move out and pay all her bills while living on the street for all I knew. Not that such a possibility was my primary thought at the moment.
No, all I was thinking about was escaping the black chasm of hurt and pain I found myself in. The place Iā€™d been transported to by what Iā€™d seen. But even under that crushing burden some of my idiosyncrasies remained. In my mind not an iota of doubt remained but somehow I needed more proof and I knew how to get it. The security surveillance system was high tech and expandable. Right now all that was connected was a camera located at both the front and back doors but it had the ability to have four more cameras linked without any further upgrades.
Searching online I found where I could obtain a set of four compatible wireless cameras for around one hundred dollars total. I ordered them immediately and paid the extra money for next day delivery as well as having them sent to my office. Weā€™d been planning on going and staying at Julianneā€™s parents during the coming weekend and I saw my chance.
On Friday night I mentioned that I wasnā€™t feeling well and if I didnā€™t recover by the next morning then it would be better for me to stay home and rest. The toughest part was saying goodbye to Mia that morning. When she heard I wasnā€™t going she volunteered to stay home and keep me company but I dissuaded her, as did her mother.
ā€œDonā€™t worry Mia. Daddy will be fine. If you donā€™t go Nana and Papa will be very disappointed. This way Daddy can rest so heā€™ll feel better Monday and not have to miss any work.ā€
When she said that I almost bit my tongue to stop from answering her. Whatā€™s the matter I thought, canā€™t have me home sick for even one day where youā€™ll have to go without. But somehow I held my tongue even after she kissed me goodbye on my cheek to avoid my ā€˜germsā€™.
The first thing I did after they left was to log on to the security site. Randomly I checked a number of days over the past month and on every day but one DeMarcus was there during school hours. Still Iā€™d always been one to flog a dead horse so I continued forward with my plan. I hoped that by literally seeing what they were doing would be the last nail in the coffin that had been my love.
One of the cameras I placed in the living room on top of the entertainment armoire. It was a tall armoire and I knew that Julianne wouldnā€™t see it up there. She was barely over five feet in height, in fact she always joked she was five feet and a quarter inch which I used to love about her. Maybe if she was cleaning on top of the armoire then sheā€™d see it but where would she find the time to clean with all her recent alley cat behavior.
Next I went and examined where in our bedroom would be the best location to place a camera. It had to get a good view of the bed while being hidden. Finally I settled on a closet shelf where I could conceal it partially behind some of my shoe boxes. It might work as the closet door had louvers but I wasnā€™t sure. So I put a second camera under my dresser with the lens pointing at an upward angle. Neither might get a perfect shot but it wasnā€™t like I was making a movie just trying to get incontrovertible proof.
After they were set up I logged on so that I could see if they worked. While none was perfect I was able to see the rooms in question good enough. Since I had one camera remaining I decided to put it in the kitchen since it was there that the door to the backyard was located. Now that the work was done I would just have to be patient and wait until the following week.
Being alone with nothing to do and in a bad state of mind I began to drink some. These days I didnā€™t often partake as in the past I enjoyed it a little too much but since Mia was born I had greatly cut down. But right now it was just what the doctor ordered I reasoned. Of course the more I drank the angrier I became and bad thoughts now filled my brain.
The sanest idea I had was to try and figure out a way that I could take Mia and disappear from New York and start a brand new life elsewhere, just the two of us. But I knew it would never work though it was nice to imagine. I knew my little princess would never do anything to crush me as her whore mother had. My other thoughts were dark and violent and frankly that surprised me a little as Iā€™d never been that kind of person. Hell, I didnā€™t even support the death penalty and here I was fantasizing about the most extreme and violent deaths I could inflict on Julianne and DeMarcus.
Somehow none of them seemed excessive enough though. My favorite ones were inspired by some classic Hollywood celluloid. What I thought about was a foolproof way to kill Julianne and then frame DeMarcus for the crime. The thought of that made me smile and chuckle in my sorry mental state. But even drunk I realized that in all probability it would never work. Iā€™d somehow mess up and leave some evidence and it would be me ending up in prison leaving Mia an orphan and I couldnā€™t bear that thought.
While dreaming of violent revenge made me feel a little bit better I also knew that wasnā€™t the real me. Still it helped me make it through Saturday night and into Sunday. On Monday I would get proof positive so none could deny it and proceed from there. For I was determined that if Julianne continued with her inappropriate conduct that I would get custody of Mia. There was no way Iā€™d let her have Mia while carrying on with a married man.
The girls didnā€™t arrive until early Sunday evening and somehow I acted like all was well as I didnā€™t wish to upset Mia. Soon enough her young life would be thrown into turmoil by the sins of her elders. Before I left for work Monday morning I forced myself to be as nice as possible to Julianne. Maybe if sheā€™d said or done something like the old Julianne would have it might have changed events but it was obvious that she couldnā€™t wait for me to leave. No doubt she was already thinking about the fun sheā€™d be having later as I toiled to make it all possible.
When I arrived at the office I somehow put these thoughts out of my head and got right to work. Last week I hadnā€™t pulled my weight due to what I was going through mentally and I knew in the future there would be plenty of distractions and probably many days Iā€™d have to take off. So I really bore down and worked straight through the morning and into mid afternoon before finally stopping for a break.
Unfortunately once I did all my troubled thoughts rushed back to the fore. In spite of my best efforts to resist I found myself again logging onto the security site. Taking a deep breath first I then began to watch the front outside camera feed from early in the morning on fast forward. I saw myself head away from the house followed soon after by Julianne and Mia. Unsurprisingly Julianne returned with DeMarcus shortly after and the two of them hurried inside. I switched to the living room camera right afterwards and even with knowing what was coming it still shook me to the core of my being when actually witnessing it.
There before me on the computer screen, recorded only a few hours earlier was my wife, the woman Iā€™d pledged eternal love and devotion to, acting like a common slut. No sooner did they enter the living room then DeMarcus slapped Julianne on her small, cute ass causing her to turn back to him and smile. She then put both of their jackets on a chair and immediately after that sank to her knees in front of him.
Julianneā€™s small hand started rubbing against his crotch while her other was already undoing his baggy jeans. He pushed them down once she successfully unbuttoned them freeing his half hard cock as he wasnā€™t wearing underwear. Julianne immediately reacted and took his cock with her hand and held it steady so she could wrap her lips around it. Once ready she took as much as she could fit in one smooth movement. After which she rapidly began sliding her mouth along its length in an effort to harden it fully.
DeMarcus ran a hand through her silky hair as she worked his piece deep and he seemed to be greatly enjoying her efforts as he swiftly hardened. She pulled her mouth off him and then started to run her pink tongue the length of his cock from the bulbous head all the way down the long, broad shaft until reaching his big, heavy balls. She actually worked one into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment before releasing it and then licking back in an upward direction.
Her right hand cradled his balls as she again swallowed his head and what she did next really hurt me deeply. As I watched her bob her pretty head on the top half of his hardness her left hand began to stroke the lower half. What stood out to me the most, even more than the contrast between her milky white skin and his dark ebon erection, was watching her wedding and engagement rings on her ring finger as she jerked him. They were supposed to be symbols of our eternal union but instead they mocked me for my misguided trust in her.
As this went on I watched him pull his shirt over his head and toss it onto the couch after which he appeared to be speaking to her. Julianne pulled her head from his cock which appeared to be coated in her saliva before she unlaced his sneakers. DeMarcus stepped out of both them and his jeans as my adulterous wife stood. He directed her to the couch and followed behind her as she moved there.
She knelt on a cushion facing the back of the couch and once she had Julianne unbuttoned her own jeans and worked them down to mid thigh. She then wiggled her small ass to encourage him as he moved right behind her. With the location of the camera where it was in relation to the position of the couch I observed as much of his hard cock disappeared inside her in one thrust. Her lovely face turned sideways so that she was now unknowingly facing the direction of the camera and I could see that her eyes were closed and her open mouth formed an O as she moaned. Not for the first time I was glad that there was no sound to go along with the video. If I heard what was going on I believe I might have lost my mind.
I knew Julianneā€™s pussy had to be soaked in order to swallow that much cock with no foreplay. But she took it deep and judging by her reaction she wanted even more. Her hips went backwards as she fucked him and her hand grabbed a hold of his upper leg to gain leverage. For the next couple of minutes my wife maintained a rapid pace of backing into DeMarcus as deep as her tight little pussy could take while he stood there and enjoyed it.
I observed her saying something to him after which he leaned forward a little and started lifting her shirt. She had to release his leg so that he was able to remove it from her and once he did I saw she was wearing a fancy black Agent Provocateur bra. It didnā€™t remain on her for long though as his big hand unsnapped it allowing Julianne to slip it off freeing her pert breasts.
They were small, barely more than bumps with juicy mouth watering pink nipples on top but as I knew they were extremely sensitive and responsive. He must have known it too because once they were free he reached out his big hands and took hold of them and squeezed them roughly. Again her mouth opened in a moan and now DeMarcus took control of their coupling.
Where before heā€™d been content to let her set the pace DeMarcus now fucked her hard. With his large body turned sideways in regards to the camera position I watched his big ass pumping rapidly as he drove deep into Julianneā€™s pink paradise with each thrust. He kept hold of her breasts as he did so preventing her body from moving in reaction to the pounding she was receiving.
Finally after it appeared that theyā€™d never stop he released her breasts and took a step backwards. His long cock popped free and it was slick from her vaginal juices. With one hand he grasped his shaft while his other wrapped in her brown hair. Slowly and unsteadily she climbed off the couch at which time he pulled her head down to his crotch. Julianne extended her tongue and swirled it around the head before opening her mouth wide and engulfing him.
DeMarcus then fucked her face for a minute before pulling her off him by her hair. He motioned to the couch while saying something after which Julianne positioned herself on her back on the couch. She kicked her sneakers off after which he yanked her pants from her. Her pussy was right at the edge of the couch and she held her legs up in the air and spread wide for him. He crouched down with his legs spaced far apart and brought his cock to her entrance. It appeared as if she was begging for cock but instead he rubbed it against the outside of her lips teasing her.
Unwilling to wait Julianne released one of her legs and grasping him just below his head she guided it to her waiting hole. With a cocky grin he pushed it deep inside her as he grabbed both her slim thighs and lifted them higher. Now that her body position was to his liking he sped up his rhythm to a fast pace. In spite of this he showed no signs of slowing or stopping. I had to grudgingly admit that he displayed remarkable sexual stamina but that only made the torture worse for me.
Finally though even he must have reached his breaking point as he had yanked Julianne partially off the couch so half her body was in the air. As he continued banging her suddenly with no warning he stopped as his body stiffened and tensed and for a minute he didnā€™t move except for slightly hanging his head. Julianne on the other hand now wrapped her slim white legs around his thick waist and hooked her feet. She also stroked his head with her left hand again flashing her rings to my hurt eyes.
They stayed like that for a minute before DeMarcus slid one of his large arms under her lower back while she twined her much smaller ones around his thick neck. Placing his other hand against the couch for support he stood upright taking her with him. Once standing his hands grabbed her ass cheeks and began to raise and lower her sexy, petite body onto his still hard cock. In this position the contrast in their body sizes really stood out. Julianne was so tiny in comparison to him. She barely weighed one hundred pounds and was thin while DeMarcus easily weighed over double that and from his torso to his heavy limbs he was thick everywhere.
From the look on her face Julianne was loving it and in fact I could see she was using her arms to assist him. Her body bounced up and down as she rode him and this went on for a few minutes until DeMarcus began to walk with her from the living room and out of the cameraā€™s range. Staring at my now empty living room I was torn on whether to switch to another camera. I already had all the evidence I needed and Iā€™d never considered myself a masochist but somehow I felt I had to watch to the bitter end. Maybe that was what it would take to purge all positive emotions and memories I had of her. With a trembling hand I clicked the link to one of the bedroom cameras.
No surprise when I saw him lying on the bed, our bed – my bed, as the bitch knelt between his legs and her mouth again sucked his thick black cock. After a little while she stopped and moved forward so she was straddling him. Her small hand grasped him and unerringly guided him back to her pussy and once set she impaled herself on it.
It was getting to be too much for me to take so I hit fast forward. Though I kept the picture up on my screen I no longer stared at it. When I noticed that in real time she had been riding DeMarcus for over a half hour with him occasionally pinching or sucking one of her erect nipples with no signs of stopping I could take no more. Disgustedly I closed the window and stood and stretched my cramping muscles.
It was now well beyond my normal lunch hour not that I felt too hungry. Still I had to get out if just for some air. A couple of minutes later I stood on a crowded Manhattan street. Though late fall the sun was still shining and to most the world appeared the same but not to me. I began to walk aimlessly until I saw a bar across the street from me.
Five minutes later I sat inside at a table as I downed a Jameson in one gulp. I ordered a burger and fries though I was unable to force down more than a few swallows. The two additional drinks I ordered I consumed fully though so that when I left I felt a tiny bit better. On the way back to the office I came across a liquor store where I made a quick detour.
A little later I was back at my desk though all I did was stare vacantly into space. It was only at 6:00 P.M. when most people had left for the day that I roused myself again. Slipping the bottle from my coat pocket I cracked it and poured myself a stiff one. If I was going to confront Julianne tonight then I might as well get plastered first. As I sipped the whiskey I again logged on the site and decided to check what had happened later that afternoon.
So I watched as Julianne, DeMarcus, Mia and Essence arrived at the house. They settled in the kitchen first where she gave the girls a snack at the table. Once they were finished Julianne sent them one at a time to the bathroom and when they were finished the girls put on their coats as she ushered them into the backyard.
No sooner had she closed the door then DeMarcus who was right behind her nuzzled her slender neck as his hand reached for the backdoor lock. She broke free from him and turned and faced him and it appeared as if she was disagreeing with his plans. For a minute or two they talked and gestured and it seemed he wasnā€™t happy. Finally he threw his hands up in the air as if to say whatever. He then said something with an angry look on his face.
Julianne reached her hand out in a conciliatory manner but he pushed it away brusquely. She looked like she was pleading with him but it seemed to have no effect until finally I took it he got his way. DeMarcus smiled as he now locked the door and pulled down his pants. Julianne picked up a bottle of extra virgin olive oil from the countertop and unscrewed the lid. Pouring some on her hand she rubbed it onto his hard cock, especially on the swollen head.
He took the bottle from her and applied a little more to himself as she unbuttoned her pants and wriggled them to her knees. DeMarcus pushed her down so that she was bent over with her ass sticking out while her hands pressed against the door at her waist level. He dipped his fingers in oil and then pressed them against her tiny asshole and when he did I watched her slight body tremble.
Now this was the final insult to me. It was pretty obvious what was about to happen as he now forced two thick fingers into her backdoor. Since Iā€™d first had sex with Julianne ten years ago there were certain things that she wouldnā€™t do or even consider. Assplay was number one on that list. On occasions when licking her sweet pussy or perhaps even just brushing it with my finger in passing she would physically recoil from any contact with her little rosebud.
Once during a drunken New Years Eve session I decided since she was tipsy to give it another try. So while performing cunnilingus on her I started to give her asshole a real tongue lashing. She pushed me away firmly and told me in no uncertain terms that ā€˜back thereā€™ was not one of her erogenous zones and if I loved her I wouldnā€™t do that again. Being the sucker I now recognized myself to be I of course relented and even apologized to her.
And now as I watched it was obvious that DeMarcus was under no such restrictions. After a minute of him forcefully finger fucking her brown hole he appeared ready. Spacing his legs widely he lined up his big cock head with her tiny sphincter and began working it in. This couldnā€™t have been the first time theyā€™d done this as his progress was too fast and easy for it to have been.
Steadily he slid further in until his big balls rested against Julianneā€™s pink pussy lips. Once buried he waited a few seconds before starting to move but once he began he didnā€™t take it easy. Immediately he pounded her hard and with each thrust I saw her petite body shake from the force. They hadnā€™t been going for more than a minute or two when he stopped moving. Twisting his body he reached to the counter and picked up a dish towel.
Julianne turned her face to look back at which time he handed it to her. She put it in her mouth and bit down on it and then put her hand back against the door. With her now ready DeMarcus went to town on my wifeā€™s cute ass. He aggressively fucked her, in fact so much so that while he was pounding her Julianneā€™s body started to sink toward the floor even with her hands against the door. He pulled his cock out and pointed to the floor at which time she knelt on the tiles on the kitchen floor with her head right by the door and her ass sticking as high in the air as she could manage.
Keeping his legs spread wide he crouched down until he could again force his way into her ass. DeMarcus rested one hand on her butt and leaned on the door with the other at which time he resumed thrusting. Maybe it was the tightness of her ass or that the girls were in the backyard just beyond the door that spurred him on to completion. The rapid pace of his pumping must have also contributed for in less than ten minutes he pulled his big cock from her hole and I saw it was shooting cum as he did so.
The thick white fluid landed on her upturned ass but even as it did Julianne was moving. First removing the towel she then twisted her torso around and up so that DeMarcus could bring his still spewing cock to her mouth. He had shot most of his load by this time but the last few small spurts found her cheek before she could take him into her mouth. As she sucked and licked his spent cock I couldnā€™t help but observe that her face was streaked by tears and that her brown eyes were still watery no doubt caused by his hard ass fucking.
Love can turn to hate pretty quickly and itā€™s a thin line even in the best of circumstances really. And at that moment I felt real hate for her. Maybe there was still some love lurking somewhere deep inside me but the hate far outweighed it. Shutting down my computer I then sat there and brooded and drank and brooded some more. It was now almost ten at night as I dragged myself to my feet. Putting my laptop in its bag I next put on my long trench coat as I prepared to leave.
Seeing the half finished bottle of whiskey I slipped that in my inner coat pocket before departing. The subway station was empty by this time of night as downtown Manhattan is still mostly commercial and most area workers had long since returned to their homes. When the train arrived I unsteadily staggered on board though as it was approaching the platform I had a momentary urge to throw my body before it in the depths of my despair.
It was visions of Miaā€™s face as well as not wanting Julianne to defeat me that prevented me from ending it. There were only a few other people in the car I sat in not that I paid much attention in my condition. When I reached my stop I rose to my feet and exited the train. Walking slowly I passed out through the turnstile and headed in the direction of the staircase that would take me to the street above.
I was about to begin climbing when I heard someone approaching rapidly from the rear of me. Without warning a hand grabbed my shoulder and pushed me against the wall. Turning my head I found myself staring into the barrel of a gun not two feet from my face.
ā€œGive me all you got muthafuckerā€ the voice demanded harshly as I felt my laptop bag pulled roughly from my shoulder.
ā€œCome on, come on, I want your fucking walletā€ the thug demanded as he waved the gun ā€œand your phone as well.ā€
Mechanically I reached into my pocket and removed my wallet which I handed to him before taking my Blackberry from my waist which he snatched. Iā€™m not sure if it was my level of intoxication or maybe I was in shock but as this happened I felt calm and unafraid in spite of being threatened by an armed robber. Once he had my possessions the man shoved me toward the stairs.
ā€œNow get the fuck out of here and donā€™t think about calling the copsā€ he yelled at me.
When he pushed me my momentum carried me in that direction but I stumbled and had to steady myself. By this time heā€™d turned away and was moving slowly back toward the station as he examined my wallet and he seemed to have forgotten I was there or maybe he was just overconfident.
At that moment something snapped in my brain and I acted without conscious thought. Pulling the whiskey bottle from my inside pocket I rushed at his departing figure. He mustā€™ve heard me but before he was able to fully turn I was on him and with one powerful swing the bottle connected with his skull. Every bit of anger and rage Iā€™d been feeling went into that blow, not only what I felt at the robber but also what was caused by my whore of a wife and her scumbag lover.
Glass shattered and flew in every direction as did the whiskey thatā€™d still been in the bottle. The man fell to the concrete floor heavily where he also struck his head injuring him further. When he hit the ground the items heā€™d held scattered about the floor including the gun but at that moment I didnā€™t care. With one hand resting on the wall to support myself I started to kick the semi-conscious man. For the most part I kicked him in his body and he was so out of it he was unable to even try and protect himself.
It was only when I became out of breath that I stopped. He just lay there in a huddled mass whimpering in pain. In spite of my drunkenness the physical activity had cleared my head a little not that I was in my right mind yet. But my brain was working some so I realized it was best to get my stuff and get out of there. It took but a minute to recover my phone and wallet and pocket them. When I went for my laptop the gun was within my reach and guided by something I picked it up.
Now I was certainly no expert when it came to firearms but I had handled them before. A good friend of mine from back home actually competed in target shooting and on more than one occasion Iā€™d went with him to the range when he practiced. I was no sharpshooter but I still had fired a gun many times and knew the basics.
The gun I now held was a Ruger nine millimeter semi-automatic and its serial number had been defaced meaning it was illegal and most likely stolen. Looking around first and seeing no one about I slipped it into my inner coat pocket then I picked up my computer bag and stood. With one final kick to his body I turned and hurried to the street above.
Maybe it was my near brush with death but I was in a better mood then Iā€™d recently been in. As I walked to my house I actually whistled an off key tune as I thought. Maybe I wasnā€™t really thinking clearly but it seemed to me that the way things had just happened was fate. With all that had been going wrong in my life recently I was meant to do what Iā€™d done which also meant I was supposed to have the gun.
When I arrived home it was silent and dark but it was pretty late. Not being able to bear seeing Julianne after what Iā€™d observed earlier I put my coat and bag on the living room floor and sat in my recliner. Since heā€™d fucked her on the couch there was no way I could sit there so closing my eyes I made due with the chair.
When I awoke the next morning my back was stiff but remarkably that was the extent of things. My head was clear and I had no ill effects from my drinking or barely eating the day before. It was right around the time I normally got up so I headed to the bathroom and got in the shower. That refreshed me greatly and once Iā€™d shaven I felt almost human.
I had to go into the bedroom to dress but Julianne was still under the covers and didnā€™t say a word as I did. Next I went to Miaā€™s room and stared at my little sleeping angel. She looked so adorable as she slept under her princess sheets and I waited to wake her for as long as possible. I just wanted to remember that picture in my mind always no matter what might lie ahead.
It was only when I heard Julianne stirring that I reluctantly woke Mia. When she opened her eyes I gave her the biggest hug and I told her I loved her more than anything in the world. While I was leaving her room I could feel the tears in my eyes. It was when I retrieved my coat and bag that the memory of last night really came back to me. My coat reeked of whiskey and I was very aware of the weight of the gun. Just as I was heading out the door I heard Julianne calling out to me but without pausing I closed the door quietly behind me. While I walked down the street I dialed my job on my cellphone and informed them that I wouldnā€™t be coming in to work.
Since I had to wait for Mia to go to school before confronting Julianne and probably DeMarcus I decided to have breakfast first. There wasnā€™t really anywhere nearby to go so I hopped on the subway and got off in downtown Brooklyn by Borough Hall. There I found a Starbucks and ordered breakfast then sat at a table while I had it. I had gotten a few strange looks due no doubt to stinking like alcohol but I ignored them. Though I wasnā€™t a fan of Starbucks particularly I knew they had wifi so I opened my laptop and logged on. Like clockwork Julianne arrived with DeMarcus shortly after taking Mia to school.
Since I expected that I wasnā€™t really surprised. So I shut down my computer and headed back home. It would have been better if Iā€™d been able to wait closer but what can you do. Unfortunately that would give them plenty of time to get busy and I didnā€™t want to see that in the flesh but on the other hand it would be hard to deny when caught in the act literally.
Less than a half hour later I stood outside my front door. Maybe it was because Iā€™d survived the crucible the night before but I felt eerily calm at the moment. I had stared down death and triumphed so what could hurt me now and besides I was in the right!
Taking a deep breath I unlocked the front door and quietly stepped inside shutting the door behind me. First I put my bag on the floor off to the side before heading straight toward my bedroom. The sounds they were making, or rather Julianne was making, could clearly be heard by me. In spite of being prepared for this it still made me stop a second to collect myself.
That was when I thought of something. It really didnā€™t matter that I was the wronged party. When I confronted them I had no idea how theyā€™d react. Not good probably and DeMarcus was a big man, he probably had fifty pounds on me. Prepare for all eventualities I told myself as I reached into my coat pocket and removed the gun.
Realizing I hadnā€™t even checked if it was loaded I examined it now. First I pulled back the slide and saw there was a bullet in the chamber. Carefully I slid it back before removing the clip. It had at least some bullets in it so I snapped the clip back into place. The safety was off and it was ready to go. Keeping it in my hand, which I kept by my side, I walked forward and turning at the door I entered the bedroom.
She was on her hands and knees on the bed and he was behind her pounding her doggy style. She saw me almost immediately though he didnā€™t notice right away. She scrambled forward with a shocked expression on her face which caused them to become uncoupled and made him to turn to see what she was looking at.
ā€œOh my God! Sam!ā€ she screamed ā€œwhat are you doing here?ā€
ā€œHello dear. I decided to surprise you today and it looks like I haveā€ I replied calmly.
DeMarcus appeared uncertain what to do initially and maybe if he had made the right decision it would have ended differently. But after blinking at me a few times he suddenly got off the bed and faced me with the worst part being his hard cock that had just been in my wife was sticking straight out in my direction.
ā€œNow hold on manā€ he said holding his hands up ā€œwe can work this out. Why donā€™t you back up and weā€™ll talk.ā€
ā€œYou donā€™t tell me what to do in my fucking houseā€ I shouted at him ā€œand didnā€™t anyone tell you it isnā€˜t fucking polite to point.ā€
ā€œListen I donā€™t want this to turn out bad so calm down now before Iā€¦ā€ he almost growled.
ā€œWait DeMarcusā€ I heard Julianne interrupt but by this point it was too late for talk.
Iā€™d heard enough from him now. If it wasnā€™t bad enough heā€™d been fucking my wife every day in MY bed, but now he was going to tell me what to do while threatening me.
ā€œWrong answerā€ was all I said to him.
I raised my arm and once it was aimed in the general direction of his groin I pulled the trigger. Iā€™d forgotten how loud gunfire could be and the bedroom wasnā€™t that large which made it sound even worse. He grunted when he was hit but he was still standing so I shot him again and this time he fell to the floor.
Julianne had been cowering on the bed but when he fell she suddenly rolled off it and rushed in my direction. In spite of her being the truly guilty party in all this I never considered hurting her as she was the mother of my child. With my free hand I just sent her sprawling back onto the bed with a push then stepped right next to DeMarcus who was writhing in pain on the floor. There was already blood pooling besides him but there was going to be more. A lot more. What I had reluctantly started I was now going to finish.
ā€œSorry about this but where the fuck do you get off with what you did!ā€ I told him as I tried to aim near where I thought his heart was located.
ā€œPlease I have a familyā€ he gasped.
ā€œSo do I, or did until you fucked my wife! Maybe you should have thought about that before you did this! Maybe you should have thought of your wife and daughter first and not your dick!ā€
I fired three or four more shots into him, Iā€™m not sure which. He was making a terrible noise when I left the room. I went and sat on my chair in the living room. From the bedroom I could hear her crying hysterically. As I sat there I wondered if I shouldā€™ve shot him more times. There was a story in the newspaper recently where someone was shot nine times and survived. And DeMarcus was a big man. But I trusted in fate. Stupid, right?
It wasnā€™t long before there was the sound of a siren followed by pounding at the front door of my house, but not for much longer. Good riddance! Nothing but trouble!
I answered the door and was confronted by two of New Yorkā€™s Finest standing on the door step.
ā€œThereā€™s a gun on a chair in the living roomā€ I told them as I put my hands in the air.
The only thing I said after that was to ask for my phone call. Thankfully my brother answered on the third ring.
ā€œDean, listen carefully. Iā€™m under arrest. I just killed Julianneā€™s lover. Youā€™re the only one that can help me. Thanks I knew I could count on you.ā€
The lawyer he arranged for was able to get me out on bail with my parents putting up their house as collateral. I stayed there as well once Iā€™d been freed. It made more sense that way. Iā€™m not sure where Mia was, whether with her maternal grandparents or in hiding with her mother. Either way I was so sorry for what she was going through because of me.
In spite of that I did have a surprise visitor, Julianneā€™s mother Maureen. She and I had always gotten along great from when I first began dating her daughter. She told me that Mia was doing fine under the circumstances and she knew as little as possible about what happened. What she said then surprised me a little but like I say we were always close.
ā€œSam you know I love my daughter but youā€™re a good man I believe and just about the best father Iā€™ve seen. The way you and Miaā€¦ā€ she had to stop briefly as she got choked up when she thought about it.
ā€œLike I said I love my daughter but what she did to you was wrong. Iā€™m not saying what you did was right either but I can understand why. Thatā€™s all I want to say.ā€
We hugged and cried and I begged her to watch out for Mia.
The lawyer Dean got for me was sharp. He wanted to go with a temporary insanity defense unless the prosecutor was willing to cut a good deal. All I cared about what was finding a way to have a chance to stay in my daughterā€™s life. I was willing to serve some time if Iā€™d be freed while she was still relatively young.
They had all the evidence. The video of me coming in and shooting DeMarcus. But there was also the video of what he and my wife had been up to and how that had contributed to my mental state. Then there was the subway surveillance video. While it didnā€™t show the altercation it did show me drunkenly walking across the camera range and the thug hurrying after me. Heā€™d been found unconscious where Iā€™d said I hit him and he had a lengthy rap sheet including for armed robbery. In fact that was what he was out on parole for.
That only bolstered my case that I hadnā€™t planned on killing DeMarcus in advance. Donā€™t misunderstand me – I considered my actions rational and justified under the circumstances and I was glad that Iā€™d killed him. But he was the legal expert so I was prepared to follow his advice. Just as long as Iā€™d be free before my little girl was all grown up. Thatā€™s all I wanted.
THE END
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MILFs — Part 1

MILFs – PART 1
Mona Wendell sat in the passenger seat of her Acura sedan, sneaking clandestine peeks at her 17-year-old son, Mark. Her friend Constance and her older sister Betty chattered in the back seat. They were on their way to a health spa in the mountains near the town they all lived in, where they planned to stay the week. Mark was working as a lifeguard at the spa, and had suggested to his mother that she and the others might enjoy some time there, just relaxing, swimming, and getting various beauty treatments. He had been able to get them a discount rate on lodging in the small log cabin complex where he was staying.
Mona was thirty-eight and divorced. She had thrown her ex-husband, Mark Sr., out of the house two years before, after discovering that he was having an affair with a co-worker in his office. She had not had a serious relationship with anyone since the divorce — she just hadnā€™t found anyone yet that really interested her, certainly not enough to sleep with them. And yet, she was still attractive to men, she knew, often turning their heads on the street. She was tall and voluptuous, with short, curly black hair, big 38D breasts that still didnā€™t sag too much, considering their size, and a shapely, round ass.
Constance suddenly addressed Mona in the front seat. ā€œSo, Mona, where have you been hiding this fine, handsome specimen of a man? It seems like only yesterday he was this high!ā€ she said, raising her hand just above the seat. Constance knew Mark well, having been his piano teacher for several years until he quit at age thirteen. She was younger than Mona and Betty, in her mid-thirties, and had two young children, who were spending several weeks of the Summer with her divorced husband. A willowy, attractive woman with flaming red hair, Constance was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality.
ā€œHe has grown up, hasnā€™t he?ā€ said Mona, looking admiringly at her son.
ā€œIā€™ll bet heā€™s grown up in more ways than one!ā€ said Constance, laughing.
Betty, sitting next to her, giggled. ā€œConstance, youā€™re terrible! Youā€™ll embarrass the poor boy!ā€ Betty was 40 years old, two years older than Mona. Built shorter and a little more solidly than Mona, she nevertheless had her sisterā€™s big breasts and full, round ass. She liked to say that she was ā€œbuilt for comfort, not speedā€. Her husband was off on the latest in a long series of fishing trips with his buddies, so she was free to do as she pleased this week. He couldnā€™t have cared less how she spent her time anyway, having long since lost any sexual interest in her after she gave birth to their only child.
ā€œOh, I think he can take it,ā€ said Constance, grinning at Mark wickedly. ā€œCanā€™t you, Mark?ā€
ā€œYes, maā€™am,ā€ said Mark, smiling and glancing at his mother.
ā€œYou see? And sooo polite!ā€ she giggled. ā€œHow old are you now, Mark?ā€
ā€œAs a matter of fact, Iā€™ll turn eighteen tomorrow,ā€ answered Mark.
ā€œSee there, Mona, heā€™s practically an adult!ā€ said Constance. ā€œYou better watch out, Mark, spending a whole week alone with three sex-starved old ladies. And on your birthday, too.ā€
ā€œConstance!!ā€ said Mona, blushing. Constance was her best friend, but the younger woman had a wild side that sometimes embarrassed the more straight-laced Mona.
ā€œOh, relax, Mona, Iā€™ll bet he knows a lot more about sex than you think,ā€ said Constance, reaching forward and squeezing Markā€™s shoulder. ā€œDonā€™t you, Mark?ā€
ā€œItā€™s okay, mom,ā€ said Mark, grinning, feeling his cock growing in his shorts. “I know a few things, Constance.” He was actually enjoying the somewhat risque banter, and he liked the idea that Constance still found him handsome. She had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was twelve years old and taking piano from her, and she had been the subject of many of his earliest sexual fantasies. He glanced up at the rear view mirror, and saw Constance gazing steadily back at him. Her eyes held his for a long moment, until he finally looked away to keep from driving off the road.
Mona turned her head and gazed at Mark, her thoughts turning to an event of a few weeks before, one that had been preying on her mind ever since. She had come home from shopping, dropped her bags on the couch, and gone of in search of Mark to find out if he wanted to go out to dinner with her. Finally concluding that he was probably in his room, she had walked up to the door and found it slightly ajar. Normally respectful of her sonā€™s privacy, she had been about to knock when she heard a muffled groan. Peeking through the narrow opening, here eyes widened with shock, her breath catching in her throat. On the bed, naked, was her son. His back was against the headboard, supported by a pillow. He held a magazine with his left hand, and the fingers of his right were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of his rigid teenage cock!
She started to leave, but her curiosity held her back. She knew, of course, that her son masturbated. All boys did. But she had never witnessed it, and hadnā€™t seen him naked in many years. Now her eyes were drawn to his cock, so much bigger now, and glistening with the baby oil he had spread on its engorged length. She watched, fascinated, as he slowly stroked it, not in a hurry, blissfully unaware that his mother was watching him. His slippery fingers slid up over the sensitive, spongy crown, then back down, as he slowly turned the pages of the magazine.
Despite her guilt at spying on her son, Mona felt a sudden surge of warm wetness between her legs. She had simply never thought of her son in sexual terms, never thought of him as having an adult cock. Now, suddenly, watching him slowly jerk off, she didnā€™t see him as her son, but as a man, a man with a cock, and who knew what it was for. She felt her nipples stiffen beneath the material of her thin sundress, and her hand crept, almost unconsciously, downward. She pressed her fingers against her mound, rubbing herself gently through the material of her dress, biting her lower lip and stifling a sigh as she felt the currents of pleasure swirl through her body.
At that moment, Markā€™s fingers tightened around the thick shaft of his penis, and his fingers drew slowly up against the head. He groaned aloud as a thick rope of semen surged upward, erupting from the tip, then cascading back down and splattering over his fingers as they continued to stroke his flourishing cock. Again and again it pulsed, and she watched, fascinated, as he pumped out spurt after spurt of hot come, splattering his hands and his flat stomach. Mona unconsciously slid her tongue out and traced her parted lips with it as she watched.
As his orgasm waned, Monaā€™s embarrassment and guilt suddenly returned, and she eased away from the door. But the image of her sonā€™s wildly spurting cock was indelibly seared into her brain. She crept back down the stairs, her heart pounding. Gathering her wits, she opened and closed the front door, and then called out to Mark that she was home.
All through dinner that evening, she had been unable to get her mind off of what she had seen, although she tried hard to make sure her face didnā€™t betray anything to Mark. That night, when Mark was in the shower, she quietly entered his room and searched quickly for the magazine, finally finding it hidden under some clothes in the bottom drawer of his dresser. Its title was ā€œMILFā€, and on the cover was a picture of a woman with her lips wrapped tightly around the erect penis of a much younger man. She was not familiar with the term, but as she leafed through the glossy magazine, she discovered, with a sudden shock, the answer to the puzzle. The acronym stood for ā€œMothers Iā€™d Love to Fuckā€. Mona stared at the pictures and the captions, her mind racing, her knees weak. Her son was having sexual fantasies about older women! Perhaps even about his own mother! She heard the shower turn off, and she quickly stuffed the magazine back in its hiding place, leaving the room before Mark came out of the bathroom.
That night, lying in her bed in her nightgown, the image of his beautiful cock had returned vividly. Was it possible? Did Mark actually masturbate thinking of having sex with her? Did he imagine that it was her mouth around his cock, or that it was buried deep inside her yearning vagina? Did he see HER face as he eagerly pumped out his pent-up load of hot, thick come?
As her mind swirled with these thoughts, she drew her legs up, and her hands eased down between them. She pulled up her gown and her fingers slid into the folds of her pussy. She was sopping wet, aroused beyond belief. Slowly, she caressed herself, moaning softly. I canā€™t be doing this, she thought. I canā€™t be thinking this way. Heā€™s my son! And yet, she couldnā€™t banish the image of Mark between her legs, of his cock thrusting into her pussy, which had not known a manā€™s lust-hardened cock for so long!
ā€œGod help me!ā€ she groaned as her fingers slid inside her vaginal opening, moving in and out slowly as her hips thrust against her unseen lover. Her other hand cupped her breast through the filmy material, squeezing it as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. Did her son imagine himself sucking on her full breast, the way he had as a little baby, while he fucked her, driving powerfully, relentlessly toward his climax? She could almost feel him inside her, feel his lips suckling on her nipple, seeking her milk, as she slid her wet fingers up and surrounded her clit with them, rubbing it. And then, she imagined his cock exploding, sending pulse after pulse of semen into her wildly clasping vagina, emptying the contents of his balls inside her, in the place that had given birth to him eighteen years before. And then she was coming, her hips lurching upward as she shuddered with an orgasm so intense that she bit her lip to stifle her anguished cry of pleasure.
She trembled from the force of her furious climax, her breath coming in short gasps as the waves of orgasm engulfed her. She lay there shaking as she tried to regain control of herself. It was just a fantasy, she thought to herself. Just the product of not having a man for so long.
Mona was jolted suddenly back to the present by a question from the back seat. ā€œI saidā€¦whatā€™s the plan for tomorrow, Mona?ā€
ā€œOhā€¦.Iā€™m sorry, Betty,ā€ said Mona in confusion. ā€œI must have been daydreaming. Well, tonight, the three of us are going to have a party in Betty’s room, and I brought lots of drinks. Then I have a massage scheduled for tomorrow morning, with some guy named Mario. He’s supposed to have great hands.ā€
ā€œI hear other women say Mario is really good,ā€ said Mark. ā€œHe gets a lot of repeat trade.ā€
ā€œWell, in that case, I better get in line, too,ā€ said Betty, laughing. ā€œI could use a manā€™s hands all over my body!ā€
ā€œIā€™m going to spend the morning at the pool, I think,ā€ said Constance, eyeing Mark. ā€œI bought a new bikini for the occasion.ā€
“That sounds good, Constance, I think I’ll join you,” said Betty.
ā€œIā€™ll be on duty tomorrow, Constance, so I guess Iā€™ll see you two there,ā€ said Mark, looking forward to getting a better look at his former teacher, not to mention his buxom aunt. Both of them were still capable of looking good in a swim suit.
ā€œThen youā€™ll see a LOT of me!ā€ giggled Constance. ā€œI hope you like it.ā€
“And we’ll get to see a lot more of him, too,” said Betty, laughing.
Mona partially turned and gave Constance a disapproving look. Why was the repartee bothering her so much, she wondered? Constance had always been this way, but it was harmless. Why should it upset her now? Was she jealous that Constance was paying so much attention to Mark? She resolved to enjoy herself this week and not dwell on such thoughts. Mark was mature for his age, had a good head on his shoulders, and would keep things in perspective. She was still wrestling with her thoughts when Mark pulled the car into the spa complex.
ā€œIā€™ll check everyone in and get your keys,ā€ said Mark, opening the car door. ā€œThe cabins are over there, and you each have your own.ā€
That evening, after the three women were settled into their cabins, they gathered for some drinks in Bettyā€™s cabin, while Mark went off to an employee meeting. They talked and drank and laughed, and as the evening progressed, the conversation turned to sex again.
ā€œSo, Mona, does Mark have a girlfriend these days?ā€ said Constance, sipping her fourth drink. ā€œIā€™ll bet he has to fight them off with a stick!ā€
ā€œIncluding you, huh?ā€ said Mona, laughing. ā€œI saw the way you were looking at him, Constance, you shameless hussy. But to answer your question, heā€™s dated a few girls, but I donā€™t think heā€™s serious about anyone.ā€
ā€œHey, I canā€™t help it if I like what I see,ā€ said Constance, grinning. ā€œHeā€™s a very handsome young man, and weā€™ve got him all to ourselves for a whole week. Cā€™mon, Betty, donā€™t tell me youā€™ve never looked at him the same way!ā€
ā€œOh, come on, Constance, heā€™s my nephew!ā€ laughed Betty. ā€œNot that it wouldnā€™t be fun, mind you. Iā€™ll bet heā€™s got LOTS of energy..ā€¦.ā€
ā€œI canā€™t believe you two are sitting her openly discussing having sex with my son, right here in front of me!ā€ protested Mona.
Constance giggled. ā€œIā€™m sorry, Mona. But if it wasnā€™t him, itā€™d be someone else. All I can say is, Iā€™d better find SOMEONE to play with while weā€™re up here, or Iā€™ll go crazy! And Mona, you could use a good hard fucking yourself. Donā€™t bother to deny it!ā€
ā€œLetā€™s face it, we could all use it,ā€ said Betty, draining her glass. “But it’s harder when you still have a husband. You girls are free to go pick up some guy in a bar.”
ā€œIā€™m not interested in just a fuck,ā€ said Mona. ā€œIā€™d like to have a relationship.ā€
ā€œSo, have both!ā€ said Betty. ā€œBut if you canā€™t find someone to have a deep relationship with, whatā€™s wrong with having a nice stiff cock now and then?ā€
ā€œOkay, Mona, hereā€™s the million dollar question,ā€ said Constance, grinning salaciously. ā€œHave you seen it?ā€
ā€œSeen what?ā€
ā€œMarkā€™s cock, of course!ā€
Mona looked shocked again. ā€œConstance! What a question!ā€
ā€œIā€™ll bet itā€™s big!ā€ said Constance. ā€œHeā€™s got big hands. Even when he was twelve, he could reach an octave and two on the piano. And those size 13 shoes. Donā€™t tell me you never snuck a peek, Mona. Arenā€™t you the least bit curious?ā€
ā€œNo!ā€ said Mona, visions of Mark gripping his thick shaft stabbing her brain again. ā€œHeā€™s my son!ā€
ā€œHeā€™s a man, Mona,ā€ said Constance. ā€œAnd youā€™ve been without one for way too long. Iā€™ll bet you peeked.ā€
ā€œWellā€¦.ā€ said Mona, hesitating. Constance always had a way of getting to her, and the wine had loosened her inhibitions quite a bit. She took another long sip before speaking. ā€œAs a matter of factā€¦.I saw him masturbating a few weeks ago.ā€
ā€œWhat??ā€ exclaimed Betty.
ā€œOhhhh, my God!ā€ said Constance. ā€œWhat did you do? Were you excited?ā€
ā€œWhat do you think, Constance?! I left him alone! He never even knew I saw him.ā€
ā€œIā€™d have offered to help,ā€ grinned Constance.
ā€œIā€™ll bet you would!ā€ laughed Betty. ā€œSoā€¦how big WAS it, Mona?ā€
ā€œI canā€™t believe Iā€™m even talking about this!ā€ protested Mona again. ā€œAll right, he has a lovely big cock, is that what you want to hear?ā€
ā€œDid you watch him come? Was there a lot of it?ā€
ā€œWe are simply NOT having this conversation, Constance!ā€ said Mona, who was nonetheless aware of a growing wetness between her legs.
Constance laughed. ā€œAll right Mona, I guess weā€™ve badgered you enough. Donā€™t worry, honey, itā€™s all in good fun. Here, have some more Merlot.ā€
Toward midnight, the party broke up, and Mona and Constance left the cabin, somewhat unsteadily. Constance said goodnight to Mona at the door to her cabin, then watched as she walked to her own.
Ten minutes later Constance saw the lights in Monaā€™s cabin go off. She waited for a little while to make sure, and then eased out the door, wearing a long trench coat with a belt, and walked quietly to Markā€™s nearby cabin. She hesitated for a moment, then knocked quietly on the door. ā€œMark,ā€ she whispered. ā€œItā€™s Constance!ā€
After a moment, the door opened a little, and Mark peered out. ā€œConstance! What are you doing here?ā€
ā€œLet me in, Mark. I just wanted to talk to you about something.ā€
ā€œUmā€¦sure, Constance. Come on in.ā€ He opened the door and she followed him inside. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He gestured toward the only furniture in the room, the bed, and Constance walked over and sat down, frankly admiring his youthful body.
ā€œCome over and sit down, Mark,ā€ she said, patting the bed next to her. ā€œCā€™mon, I wonā€™t bite.ā€
Mark moved to the bed and sat down next to her, very aware of the older womanā€™s perfume. Until the scene in the car, heā€™d forgotten how sexy she was, with her wavy, shoulder-length red hair and flawless fair skin. .He felt his cock stir in his boxers, and hoped that she wouldnā€™t notice the growing bulge there.
ā€œMark, I just wanted to apologize for teasing you today in the car. You know me, I get kinda crazy sometimes.ā€
ā€œOh, thatā€™s okay, Constance. It didnā€™t bother me.ā€
ā€œI know, but I think it bothered Mona.ā€
ā€œShe still thinks of me as a kid sometimes,ā€ said Mark.
ā€œOhhhh, she shouldnā€™t do that. Youā€™re definitely not a kid any more. Listen, Mark, thereā€™s something Iā€™ve always wanted to ask you about. Do you mind? Itā€™sā€¦kind of personal.ā€
ā€œNo, I donā€™t mind.ā€
ā€œWellā€¦do you remember when I gave you piano lessons?ā€
ā€œSure, Constanceā€¦how could I forget?ā€
She smiled. ā€œI used to think you kind of had a crush on me back then, Mark. Did I just imagine that?ā€
Mark grinned. ā€œUhhhhh, no, I donā€™t think you imagined it. You remember how you used to take hold of my hand and shape my fingers in the right position? I used to think that was so sexy, when you touched me that way. Once you even clipped my fingernails, because they were too long to play the piano right. Remember?ā€
Constance smiled. ā€œYes, Mark, I remember. Did that excite you?ā€
Mark gazed at her and slowly nodded. ā€œYouā€™ll never know just how excited. I thought you were so hot. You still are. I never got up the nerve to tell you that back then, though. I guess I was just shy. You know, just a stupid kid.ā€
ā€œYou were sweet. And youā€™re not a kid any more, and you donā€™t have to be shy with me.” She paused, gazing at him steadily. “Mark, do you know what time it is?ā€
Mark looked at the clock on the nightstand. ā€œAlmost midnight.ā€
ā€œAlmost midnight,ā€ said Constance, softly. ā€œDo you know what that means?ā€
ā€œNoā€¦what?ā€
ā€œIt means that youā€™re about to be officially eighteen years old.ā€ She was unfastening the belt on her coat and slowly opening it. ā€œAnd that means that you and I are consenting adults, free to do whatever we want to do together.ā€
She shrugged the trench coat off her shoulders. She was wearing only a black silk slip over her panties. Her breasts were only partially concealed by the low-cut slip, their shape evident beneath the thin material.
ā€œMarkā€¦listen to me carefully. I want to have sex with you. Right here. Right now. I’ve been wet all day thinking of it.ā€ She leaned forward and touched her lips to his.
Her fragrance filled his senses as his lips began to respond, their kiss deepening. His cock was suddenly throbbingly erect. No one had ever spoken to him this way. His mind raced. How many times had he masturbated, imagining that this woman had taken him into her bed when he was twelve years old? How many times had he imagined her lips around his aching cock, her red hair tickling him as she sucked him? How many times had he come, imagining that he was emptying his sperm into her willing, welcoming pussy. He had fantasized about her almost as many times as he had about his mom! And while his mother was forbidden to him, Constance was right here, nearly naked. And she wanted him!
Mark moaned deep in his throat as he felt her tongue invade his mouth, seeking his. Her hands moved lower as their tongues twined, and she found his rigid penis through the opening in his shorts. Her touch on him was electric. She caressed him with her fingertips, exploring the contours of his cock. After a moment, she broke their kiss.
ā€œMark, letā€™s get your shorts off,ā€ she murmured. ā€œI have to see your cock!ā€ She reached down and tugged on them as he leaned back and raised his hips off the bed. She carefully pulled them down, freeing his stiff penis, and let them fall down around his feet.
ā€œOhhhh, myā€¦.ā€ she sighed, as she gazed at his cock. ā€œItā€™s even more beautiful than I imagined.ā€ She slid down to her knees on the braided rug and slid her fingers around the base, savoring the moment. Then she looked up into his eyes, her face the very picture of lust. ā€œIā€™m going to suck you off, Mark.ā€ She leaned forward and licked slowly around the flared, circumcized head.
Mark moaned again as her tongue caressed him, gazing into her eyes as she explored and nibbled on his rigid staff, stimulating every nerve ending. It wasnā€™t the first time he had had his cock suckedā€¦just the first time with someone who knew exactly what she was doing. ā€œOhhhh, jeezā€¦.your tongue feels so good, Constance.ā€
ā€œMmmm, I used to want to do this so muchā€¦Iā€™m so glad I can now.ā€ She ovalled her lips and slid them over he spongy head, taking it her mouth and sucking it. Her head slowly bobbed, her red hair moving as she moved, caressing his skin as she made love to his cock.
Mark felt only a delicious warm wetness, the press of her lips against his raging penis, and the caress of her tongue on the underside. She looked like a goddess with her lips stretched taut around his girth, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. ā€œOh, god, suck it like thatā€¦uhhhhhhā€¦ā€
Constance raised her head and let him ease out from between her lips. ā€œMmmmm, you love such a lovely big cock, sweetie. Weā€™re going to have such a good time together.ā€ She lowered her head and began to lick and caress his balls with her tongue, slowly bathing them with her saliva, finally sucking them each into her mouth and humming happily, imagining them filling up with his youthful come, just aching to burst forth.
After patiently sucking and licking his balls for a long time, Constance moved back up, licking along the underside of Markā€™s cock, eventually reaching the sensitive place beneath the head and teasing it with her tongue, flicking it against him. Kissing his cock, she looked up at him. ā€œMark, Iā€™m going to make you come now. Donā€™t hold backā€¦I want you to flood my mouth with all of your sweet, hot come. Would you do that for me, Mark?ā€
Not waiting for an answer, she slowly slid her mouth down over him again, imprisoning him in her wet, welcoming mouth. She began to bob her head again, taking him deeper into her throat now, adoring the feeling of his cock filling her mouth. Her fingernails caressed his swollen, sperm-filled balls, teasing them, coaxing them, urging them to give up their contents, as the fingers of her other hands wrapped around the base of the shaft, massaging him and adding to the sensations he was feeling. She never took her eyes off him as she sucked him with increasing fervor, her pace slow and steady. The wet, slurping sounds of her sucking filled the room.
Mark had never felt anything like this in his life. The high school girls who had sucked his cock seemed to consider it a chore, something to be endured rather than savored. Constance, on the other hand, was enjoying it, even loving it! His excitement and her steady rhythm quickly brought him to the point of bursting. ā€œOhhhh, jeez, Constanceā€¦ohhh, suck it! Iā€™mā€¦ohhhhh!!ā€¦gonna come!ā€
Sensing his impending climax, Constance increased her effort, sucking him harder, in the same insistent rhythm, her fingers fondling and squeezing his balls as she stroked his cock, tightening her grip. Suddenly, he groaned, and his come exploded from his balls into her waiting mouth in warm, heavy pulses.
ā€œMMMMmmmmmmmmā€¦mmm-hmmmā€¦.mmm-hmmmā€¦.ā€ she hummed happily, as spurt after spurt of his teenage come erupted into her welcoming mouth. Her lips continued to move on him as he pumped his sperm into her, her fingers gently milking his balls. She loved that she had made him come so hard, loved the taste of his fresh semen filling her mouth. Her head continued to slowly bob, taking every drop he had to offer, until at last he was finally spent. Her fingers tightened around the shaft as they slid upward, forcing out a last ooze of sperm from the tip onto the flat of her tongue. She eased her head slowly up, her lips sliding up over the sensitive head of his cock, holding his come in her mouth. As he watched, she gathered it in her mouth, and let it slide down her throat. After swallowing it, she returned to his cock, her lips and tongue caressing it lightly. It showed no signs of becoming soft.
ā€œMmmmmm, that was soooo yummy!ā€, she whispered, smiling as she nibbled playfully on the head of his wet penis. ā€œI could suck your cock all night, sweetie.ā€ Once again she had lapsed into her habitual role as a teasing tart.
ā€œIf I let you,ā€ said Mark, grinning happily at her. ā€œBut I think now it should be your turn, donā€™t you?ā€
ā€œOhhhhhh, someone taught you well!ā€ said Constance, releasing his cock and moving up to the bed to kiss him, her lips still pearly with his come. Gently, he pushed her back on the pillow, her long, slim legs carelessly parted. She lay back, watching him, a bemused smile softening her features as she waited eagerly for his next move.
Mark, although not very experienced sexually, knew exactly what he wanted. Lurking between those beautiful legs was something he had fantasized about constantly as he had attained puberty. He couldnā€™t wait to see it, to touch it, to explore it. As she watched him, he slid his hands slowly up her legs, underneath her slip, and encountering her matching black silk panties. Hooking his fingers in them, he tugged them gently, and Constance helped him by raising her hips, smiling at him. He slowly slid them down, excited tremendously by the prospect of making love at last to her naked pussy.
She spoke softly, her voice almost hypnotic. ā€œDid you want to see my pussy, Markā€¦back then, a long time ago? Did the thought of my pussy make your cock hard?ā€
ā€œYesā€¦I wanted to see your pussy, Constance. More than anything. I jerked off every night thinking of it!ā€
She smiled as he untangled her panties from her legs, letting them fall open again, invitingly. ā€œI want you to see it now, Mark. I would have shown it to you then, if you had asked.ā€
Mark felt his cock once again springing back to life, as if her soft, sensual words were caressing it. He gently spread her thighs with his hands, gazing for the first time at the naked pussy of a mature, sensual woman. Her hair was red and curly, like the hair on her head, but was trimmed for her bikini. Her silky curls framed her cleft, with its slightly protruding labia, glistening wetly with her arousal. Her tiny pink clit peeked from beneath its little hood of flesh, as if inviting the caress of his tongue.
ā€œDo you like my pussy, Mark?ā€ whispered Constance. ā€œIs it like you imagined it when you masturbated?ā€
ā€œYesssssā€¦.ā€ said Mark. ā€œI want to lick it.ā€
ā€œOhhhh, I want you toā€¦.let me feel your tongue on me. Taste me!ā€
Mark leaned forward, lowered his head, and licked lightly upward along the fluted petals of her labia, just barely touching them.
ā€œOhhhhhhhhā€¦.yessssssss!ā€ moaned Constance quietly, her fingers curling into the bedcovers. ā€œLick me, Mark.ā€
Mark began to explore the wet folds of her delectable pussy, exploring her slowly and patiently. He loved her taste, the scent of her perfume, everything about her. He stiffened his tongue and slowly eased it between her lips, sliding it into her wet vaginal tunnel, then slowly thrust it in and out, tasting her flowing essence.
ā€œUhhhhhh, thatā€™s right, sweetieā€¦fuck me with your tongue, nice and slow.ā€ She reached down with one hand and slid her fingers into his sandy hair, caressing him as he thrust his tongue inside her. He made love to her patiently, wanting her to enjoy it, to repay her for giving him such intense pleasure. He paused for a moment, and looked up, his face flushed with her heat.
ā€œTell me what to do, Constance. What you like.ā€
ā€œOhhhhhh, darling boy,ā€ she gasped, thrilled by his question. It was just like teaching him the piano. ā€œPut your fingers inside me. Slide them in and out while you lick my clit. Ohhh, Iā€™ll come so hard for you that way!ā€
Mark obediantly slid his fingers up to her entrance, insinuating them between her parted folds. She raised her legs, bent at the knee, as he penetrated her wetness slowly with two fingers. Then he lowered his head, and began to gently lick and caress her clit, teasing it out from under its protective hood.
ā€œOhhhh, my God!ā€ moaned Constance, her breathing becoming ragged, uneven as she felt her burgeoning arousal swirl upward. ā€œOhhhh, Mark, thatā€™s so good!ā€
Mark increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit, swirling it over and around it, teasing it, and then sucking it between his lips. Releasing it again, he lapped at it urgently as he sensed her approaching climax, her voice rising in a series of muted squeals.
ā€œOh Mark! Yes! YES! JUST LIKE THAT!!! JUSTā€¦!!!! UHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!ā€ Suddenly, she grabbed his hair in her fist, holding his head tightly against her as her hips lurched upward, and her body was seized by a tremendous orgasm. Her cry was cut off in her throat as the waves of her climax swept over her, her face tense and flushed as she came.
Mark stayed with her, his mouth fastened to her sex, as she trembled from the awesome force of her climax. He was proud that he had brought her to such a state of ecstasy, and thankful that she had chosen him, and he concentrated on giving her as much pleasure as he possibly could.
Constance, for her part, was in a state of sheer, unadulterated bliss. Mark was exactly what she had been needing, and she shivered happily in the aftermath of her stupendous orgasm, with Mark still gently licking her, his fingers still inside her. She was already determined to make sure he would continue to be available to her, no matter what Mona might think. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Right now, though, she had to have him inside her.
ā€œMark, sweetieā€¦lie back on the bed,ā€ she whispered.
He slipped his fingers out of her and fell back on his back. As she had thought, his cock was rigidly erect. She moved up and straddled him, on her knees, reaching down and guiding his cock to her dripping-wet pussy. Slowly, she sank down on him, engulfing him in her yearning pussy. She gazed down at him, loving the feeling of his big cock buried deep in her pussy. And then she reached up, and slowly pulled the slip over her head, revealing her body to him in all itā€™s naked glory. She shook her cascade of red hair back down, peering out at him through it as she began to move on him.
Mark groaned as the walls of her pussy gripped his cock with surprising tightness. ā€œOhhhh, God, Constance, your pussy feels so wonderful!ā€
Constance smiled, wriggling on his embedded shaft, loving the sensations as she made slow, exquisite love to his cock. Her hips writhed slowly, caressing his cock, sucking at it, as she spoke. ā€œMarkā€¦I want you to know something. From now on, any time you want me, you can have me. Like this. No strings attached. Youā€™re a man now, and Iā€™m a woman. Just call me, and if Iā€™m not doing anything else, we can fuck. I wonā€™t tell your mom. I wonā€™t be upset if you donā€™t call me, or donā€™t want to fuck me. Iā€™ll understand. I just wanted you to know that Iā€™m available. Okay?ā€
ā€œOh, God, Constance, of course I want to!ā€ He reached up and cupped her small breasts with his hands. ā€œIā€™ve always wanted you! And you’re even better in real life than you were in my dreams!ā€
She smiled at him, reaching up and holding his hands against her breasts. ā€œGoodā€¦now fuck me, Mark. Fuck me with your beautiful big cock, just like you wanted to do all those years ago!ā€ She began to move up and down on his thick shaft, fucking herself with it as he squeezed her breasts, her nipples taut against his palms. His hips rose and fell, matching her movements, working with her, establishing a steady rhythm, his cock plunging in and out of her delicious wetness. Letting go of his hands, she raised one of hers to her mouth, licking and sucking on her fingers before moving them down between her legs. She captured her clit between her wet fingers and rubbed it gently, wanting to climax again when he did.
Gradually, unhurriedly, they built toward their second orgasm of the night. Mark held back until Constance began to moan, her voice rising in pitch. And as she came on his cock, her pussy spasming around it and grasping it tightly, he groaned and unleashed a thick torrent of hot come into her welcoming depths. She rocked on him as he emptied himself inside her, pulse after pulse of his semen bathing her, soothing her, her own body shuddering as the waves of her delicious orgasm washed over her.
“Mmmmm….Mark, that was heavenly!” sighed Constance happily, her pussy still twitching on his buried cock.
Mark, however, was not finished with her yet. Abrubtly, he sat up, wrapping his arms tightly around her. With surprising ease, he lifted her from the bed like a feather, still impaled on his cock, turned around and fell on top of her.
“Oh, my God, you’re still hard!” she gasped in surprise. Mark reached for her hands, grabbing them and holding them back above her head, their fingers intertwining. She stared up into his face, astonished, as he began to thrust in and out of her in long, powerful strokes. This was not the gentle lovemaking of before. Now he was fucking her, his cock driving into her sperm-soaked pussy, his hard thrusts jarring her slim body each time. She raised her legs, sliding them up his hips, welcoming his pounding cock into her willing depths, while she clawed his back with her long fingernails, spurring him onward.
“Uhhhhhh, yesssss, Mark, FUCK me!!! Give me your big hard cock and make me FEEL it!”
He fucked her relentlessly, sawing his wet cock in and out, her hips lurching upward to meet each thrust, as they worked together toward their mutual climax. Within minutes, punctuated by the smacking of his flash against hers, he drove her over the edge into another furious climax, and then another in quick succession.
“OHHGOODDDDD, I’M COMING SO HARDDDD!!!!!” she squealed, as he slammed his cock into her and her body convulsed violently upward, lifting them both up off the bed. At that moment, Mark bared his teeth and groaned like a wild animal.
“UHHHHHHHHHHHFUUUUUUCCKKKKYEAAHHHH!!!!” His balls contracted and spewed his come into her for the third time, spurting heavily into her wildly clasping pussy.
She clung to him as they both collapsed, Constance trembling violently, sobbing and whimpering with the awesome force of her orgasm. “Oh God!….Oh God!!….Ohhhh……..”
“Jeeeeezus,” gasped Mark, trying to regain his breath….
Suddenly, Constance began to laugh. A happy, contented, satisfied laugh. After a moment, Mark began to laugh with her, still savoring the feeling of his cock deep inside her flooded pussy. She felt his cock expand as he flexed, and she answered him with a squeeze of her own muscles.
“Mmmmmm….I may never let you go, Mark! What a stud you are!”
“You bring out the best in me, Constance.” said Mark, brimming with pride that he had satisfied her so well.
She giggled. “Happy birthday, Mark.”

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Naughty Stephanie Chapter 5

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Paige moved around to kneel between her sister’s spread legs, and pumped the dildo steadily as she stared at Stevie wriggling and moaning in front of her.
“Harder! Harder!” Stevie gasped, her head jerking from side to side.
Paige pumped harder, and thrust in deep. On one thrust the side of her hand hit Stevie’s pussy and the redhead’s eyes flew open wide.
“Again!” she gasped. “Hit my pussy again”‘
“What?”
“Harder! Shove it in so your hand hits my pussy”
Paige looked down nervously, then pulled the dildo back and thrust in hard until the side of her fist smashed into Stevie’s pussy mound. Stevie gave a low cry and flung her head back, arching her back as her groin humped up against the dildo.
Paige slid it back, then jammed it into her again, once more letting the side of her fist mash into Stevie’s pussy. The feel of the pussy, oily and hot, against her fist made her own pussy growl for attention. She ground her knuckles into Stevie’s cunt as she slid her other hand down into her pajamas and rubbed furiously on her own slit.
Stevie gurgled in ecstasy. Her hands gripped the front of her top and ripped it open, exposing her swollen breasts and hard little pink nipples. Her hands slapped down on the bulbous mammaries, fingers digging in deep as she squeezed repeatedly.
Paige watched the dildo as it slid back and forth in her sister’s cunt opening. The rubber glistened wetly and she felt the pressure of Stevie’s cunt muscles as she pumped it in and out. Her eyes stared at the beads of moisture on the red furred snatch, and at her pussy lips being pulled back and forth by the action of the dildo’ pulled out, then pushed in, then pulled out again.
She twisted the dildo to one side, drawing a gasp from the redhead, then she pressed it especially hard against the top of Stevie’s pussy as she sawed it back and forth over her sister’s clitty. Stevie arched her back again, clawing at her tits as she whined in heated passion.
Her feet pawed at the bed, jerking and bouncing up and down as she humped up against the plunging rubber cock. Paige’s own pussy was burning with excitement. She ground her thumb down on it and exploded into her own climax, grunting and shaking as the pleasure washed over her.
She humped against her fingers, still pumping the dildo up Stevie’s snatch as she groaned in delight.
Then it passed, leaving her weak, but still excited. She stared down at Stevie’s swat, then, daringly, pulled her hand out of her pants and slid her finger down against her sister’s clitty, rubbing it as she pumped the dildo.
Stevie was rolling her head back and forth in bliss, her eyes closed, mouth open as she panted and mewled in pleasure. She opened her eyes and stared at Paige as the blonde leaned closer and closer to her pussy.
Paige licked her lips once, then bent over between Stevie’s legs. She stared at the cunt maw from inches away, still pumping the dildo in and out. Then she slid it out entirely and watched the pussy lips close again. She reached down with a tentative finger and slid it between the folds of the red furred pussy lips, prying them open once again, then used the fingers of both hands pull open Stevie’s cunt and stare into the gleaming pink within.
“Paige,” Stevie gasped.
Paige ignored her, bending closer. She tried to remember how Jamie had done it to her. She pushed two fingers together and slid them into Stevie’s box, sliding them deep, then used the thumb and forefinger of her other hand to hold open her pussy lips.
She bent and slid her tongue up and down against Stevie’s clitty.
Stevie stared in shock, amazed and stunned as she saw her sister’s tongue slide into her pussy slit and make contact with her clitty. She felt a powerful burst of erotic lust as she felt the soft wet tongue dancing on her clitoris.
Paige’s fingers pumped back and forth inside her, rasping against the clitty from beneath as the blonde’s tongue attacked it from the other side. Paige pressed her lips in close and sucked hard on the little bud, making Stevie cry out in delight, causing her legs to jerk up and down on the bed.
Stevie came with a blast of deep, gut wrenching sexual bliss, her entire body rippling with electrical blastwaves of excitement as the climax grew and grew. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she humped up desperately, her hands shooting down onto Paige’s head and jamming it into her cunt.
She jerked her head far back, actually lifting her shoulders off the bed as she ground her teeth together and blew out all the air in her lungs in sharp, forceful puffs. She gurgled helplessly, her vision blurring from lack of air. She could not remember how to inhale while the fiery sexual climax continued to rip through her body.
Then she fell limp to the bed, moaning tiredly as the orgasm ebbed. Her hands fell from Paige’s head and the blonde purled her face free, then slowly crawled up along her sister’s body, straddling her like a lion over its kill.
She looked down at the bedraggled redhead, her eyes closed, her full breasts rising and falling quickly with her deep breathing, and felt a deep love and lust for her. She bent, examining the long, thin, hard pink nipple. She slid her hands onto Stevie’s big mammary mounds, amazed by how different they felt from her own.
She squeezed Stevie’s tits, watching her fingers mash the meaty flesh from side to side. Then she bent and licked her tongue back and forth across Stevie’s left nipple several times before folding her lips on it and sucking.
She sucked avidly, her tongue whipping back and forth against the nipple as she held it within her lips. She continued to squeeze and knead the hot, swollen titties, and changed nipples several times as Stevie slowly regained her strength.
Then Stevie sat up and the two stared into each other’s eyes. Bright green met deep blue.
Stevie pushed the blonde over onto her back and lay alongside her for a moment. Paige lay on her back, her hands beside her head on the bed, watching as Stevie’s nimble fingers quickly unfastened the buttons down the front of her pajama tops.
She felt strangely embarrassed as the redhead opened the top and revealed her naked chest. Nobody had seen her tits except her doctor. Even the boys she’d made out with hadn’t seen them really since they were always in darkened cars.
She saw her own nipples were very hard and felt them tingling with excitement. Stevie slid her hands onto her breasts and Paige felt a terrific heat there. Her breasts, especially her nipples, were incredibly sensitive to her sister’s touch.
In fact, as Stevie softly squeezed and kneaded her round hillocks, she felt the first real pleasure she had ever received from her mammaries. Her tits didn’t feel that good when she squeezed them, and boys always squeezed them so hard she felt more pain than pleasure.
Stevie was softly caressing them, her hands gliding over the rounded surfaces, fingers flicking across her aroused nipples. She leaned over, her long red hair falling across Paige’s breasts, tickling them. She pushed her tongue out and slid it down onto the blonde’s left titty, down near the bottom.
Then, as Paige watched, entranced, Stevie slid her tongue all around her tit, encircling it in a sizzling trail of heat. She began to kiss across it, avoiding the nipple, her tongue gliding smoothly up and down, back and forth, then she began to circle the nipple, getting closer and closer.
Suddenly her lips closed on the stiff nipple and she sucked hard, drawing it into her mouth and mashing her tongue against it.
“Wuunuhhhhhh!” Paige gasped, astonished at the blast of sexual pleasure that ripped into her chest.
Stevie’s hands were still stroking and rubbing against her breasts. Paige arched her back, pushing her round titties up into her hands. Then she yelped as she felt a sting on her nipple. Stevie had seized it between her teeth and was gnawing on it, grinding her teeth from side to side as she suckled.
The intensity of the feeling on that nipple grew even greater as the redhead opened her teeth and began licking at it. She bit down again, then again, sucking and licking.
Paige gasped and groaned, her body squirming helplessly. She humped upwards and felt a bolt of pure white fire in her cunt as she ground it against Stevie’s thigh. The redhead was half laying over her, her right leg between Paige’s thighs.
Paige humped up again, rubbing her moist pussy against Stevie’s thigh. Her pajamas were wet in front from her seeping cunt milk and she felt a moment’s shock at the realization.
Then Stevie licked a smooth, curving line down her belly to the elastic waistband of her pants. Her fingers gripped them and she tugged them down the blonde’s short legs. Paige pulled her legs up and back as her sister slipped the pants up and off, then tossed them on the ground.
Paige’s legs fell back to the bed, wide apart. Again she felt a moment’s embarrassment as her sister gazed down into her hot, wet, gold furred fuck entrance.
Stevie bent over and licked up and down alongside her slit, then pried her pussy open and began to run her tongue along the pink flesh inside. She avoided her clitty at first, her tongue diving into Paige’s cunt hole as deep as it would go. She mashed her lips against the pink meat as she wiggled her tongue inside her sister’s fuck tunnel.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh, Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!” Paige gasped. She gasped, then gave a hard jerk, her legs flying open wide and her ass bouncing up and down on the bed. Stevie thrust her fingers deep into Paige’s cunt hole and pumped furiously as the blonde came with a shattering bang.
Paige jerked and humped and rolled her head from side to side, her body heaving and wriggling in ecstasy as Stevie jammed a third finger up her hole, then closed her thumb against the clitty and ground it between them.
Paige’s orgasm continued and grew more intense. Then she peaked and fell back exhausted.
Stevie bent and began to lick her clitty, her tongue wiping back and forth as she sought to suck it into her mouth. Her lungers continued to pump in and out of her sister’s fuck pit as she blew and sucked and rubbed her lips and tongue over her clitty.
She pulled back after long seconds, and reached for the dildo. Her tongue pressed against the blonde’s clitty again as she slid the dildo up against the cunt hole and pushed it in.
Paige felt herself split wide by the thick dildo and groaned in pleasure as it moved into her body. Her cunt tube widened around the rubber click and her clitty buzzed with excitement as it felt the pressure against it.
Paige pumped it in and out steadily as slurped on her clitoris, and within minutes Paige was wriggling and moaning once again as she was dung into another shattering orgasmic seizure.
Stevie locked her door that night, knowing either her father, or one of her brothers would try and visit her otherwise, and too fucked out to want more. She slept soundly, her dreams filled with cocks and tits and cunts, and her body flushed with the eroticism of them all.
She woke refreshed, and horny. She started to jerk off but then thought that maybe she could kind someone to help her. She pulled on her satin pajama top and padded to her door, unlocking and opening it, then peering out into the hall.
She moved down the hall to Paige’s room but it was empty. She remembered then that the blonde had cheerleader practice this morning. She peeked into Mike’s room but he was gone too, football practice. She grumbled unhappily then moved to the next room.
The Dennis was sitting on his bed reading when she peeked inside. He glanced up with interest when she leaned in.
“Who’s home?” she asked.
He knew exactly what she meant.
“Rob and Dad.”
“Where’s Donnie7”
“Shower.”
She gave him a seductive look but he shook his head.
“Forget it, Steph.”
Her face fell. “Why?” she pouted.
“Because if you’re not downstairs in ten minutes Dad is going to come looking for you.”
“He won’t find me in the shower.”
“He’ll wonder where the hell you are. It’s too dangerous. You’ll have to wait until later.”
“I thought you guys liked it,” she sulked.
He grinned in smug amusement. “We did, Steph, but neither of us wants to get tossed out of the house.”
“Dad wouldn’t do that, I guarantee it.”
“I’m afraid your guarantee won’t put us through college.”
She heaved a sigh of regret.
“Hey,” he called as she turned away.
“What?”
“Wanna ditch school today?”‘
“You’d ditch school?” she asked in amazement.
“Me and Donnie.”
“Wow! you must have liked it!”
“Want to?”
“Okay.”
She went hack to her room and got her towel and robe, then went into the bathroom that adjoined both her and Paige’s rooms. She stripped and had a quick shower, restraining herself from jerking off only by the greatest effort.
She blew dry her long red hair so it looked loose and wild, yet hung in perfect rows down the sides and back of her face. She also gave herself bangs today, brushing them to perfection.
She went back to her room and opened her dresser, wondering what to wear. She slipped on a lacy black G-string, then bent and pulled out some scantihose and pulled it on one leg at a time.
Scantihose were a new kind of pantyhose. There were two separate stockings that slid up her legs to her crotch, almost touching her pussy on the inside and narrowing on the outside of her leg as it reached up her hips to attach to a lacy elastic belt around her waist. It was more comfortable and sexier than a garter belt and stockings, and she could wear a really short skirt without the tops showing. Besides, she thought the effect would impress the twins.
She drew out a lacy little black French bra and pulled that on as well, then drew on a black silk shirt and frilly black mini-skirt. All in black, she thought to herself, ready for evil deeds.
She stepped into a pair of high heels and made her way downstairs. Rob had gone and her father was just finishing his breakfast.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said. He glanced up from his paper, looked around warily, then winked at her.
“How are you, Princess?”
“Okay.”
She walked past him and he grabbed her wrist in one hand, then slid the other up under her skirt in back, rubbing his hand back and forth under her buttocks and cunt pad. She gave a little whimper of pleasure.
He leaned over and leered at her. “How’s that hot little pussy of yours?”
She blushed and smiled tentatively. He chuckled, sliding his hand back and forth over her lightly covered pussy mound. He frowned and let go of her wrist to lift her skirt up. His eyes widened in appreciation when he saw the little string going down the middle of her ass and the scantihose on her thighs.
“Now doesn’t that look pretty?” he sighed. “Where’d you get slutty underwear like that, Stephanie?” She shrugged, a little embarrassed as he stared at her bar buns and continued to rub his fingers over her pussy.
He pulled his chair out from the table and gripped her wrist again, pulling her hack onto his lap. She sat down a little worriedly, glancing towards the stairs.
“Don’t worry about the twins. They’re never down on time,” he whispered in her air. He kissed the side of her throat, then licked up and down it as he held her on his lap.
He had one arm around her waist, just like he used to hold her on his lap when she was little. But his time his other hand was in under her skirt, stroking her pussy through the little G-string. She spread her legs and squirmed as his fingers slid under the lacy panel and rubbed against her bare pussy.
“You were a better fuck than your Mom ever was,” he whispered in her ear.
He wriggled a finger up into the hot tightness of her pussy tunnel and pumped it in and out as he kissed her on the lips. She didn’t resist but didn’t really kiss back either, worried the twins would come and see them.
Then he deftly unbuttoned the front of her shirt. The French bra fastened together in front and he had it open and her hard breasts out in seconds. He sighed, then closed his lips on her right nipple, sucking contentedly as his fingers continued to stroke against her clitty.
She was squirming more and more, her insides quivering and burning under his careful touch. He pushed a second finger up into her twat and thumbed her clitty as he suckled at her breast. His other hand, the one around her waist, rose to Cup her left breast, kneading and fondling it as Stevie sighed and groaned in increasing sexual arousal
Her head rolled slowly from side to side then fell forward, her chin hitting her chest momentarily. Her father was fucking his fingers faster and faster, ripping them back and forth over her clitty and jamming them into her with hard pumping motions. Each hard thrust drew a gasp from her trembling lips.
He suddenly grabbed the back of her hair with his left hand, jerking her head back hard, pulling it down onto the table as he leaned forward and locked his lips against her throat. Her gasp of pain and surprise was almost drowned out by his growl of lust as he bit down on her throat and sucked hard.
His fingers pumped faster and harder, making a meaty wet sound as they rammed up into her fuckbox. Stevie was shaking and wiggling her ass, her legs bouncing and jerking in mid-air. Her back was arched hard, thrusting her breasts up and out.
Her father pulled his lips off her throat and gave another growl, then locked his teeth and lips on her right tit, biting down and sucking with ferocious power. Her entire body was bouncing and jerking and shaking as he rammed his fingers up into her cunt, three of them now, pistoning back and forth between her oily cunt lips.
She came, her back arching more, her tits exploding with sensory pleasure, her cunt spasming and shaking setting her entire body trembling with convulsions. Her mouth opened wide and a gargling sound came from her tortured lungs as the force of the orgasm sent storms of ecstasy tearing through her mind.
She humped against him maniacally, her eyes closed tightly as she mewled in dazed satisfaction.
Then, just as her orgasm began to wane, her shoved her off, holding her by hips and hair and pushing her face down across the table. He lifted her skirt and unzipped his cock, then, with one eye on the stairs and the other on her rounded buttocks, her pulled the panel of her G-string aside and slid his hot, hard boner into her steamy snatch.
Stevie felt herself pierced and gasped in delight. The big thick prong drove balls deep into her furnace of a cunt in one hard thrust, but she was so hot and wet she felt no pain. Her father gripped her hips tightly and pounded his tool down her pink fuck- tunnel as he grunted in heated passion.
Stevie’s thighs ground against the corner of her table as her father rutted into her. But he was only after a quickie. Less than two minutes later he gave a hiss of satisfaction and pumped thick white gobs of sperm up his redheaded daughter’s fuck-opening.
He shuddered, then swayed back and forth for a second before pulling his softening prick from her warm depths’ stuffing it back into his pants, and doing up his zipper. he gave her ass a sharp smack, then pulled her skirt down and pulled her off the table, setting her on a chair.
“Wish I had time to see to you properly, but I’ve gotta get to work. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll give you a long ride tonight.”
She knew exactly what he meant by ride and it wasn’t in a car. Her pussy gave a little spurt of heat at the thought. She dazedly did up her bra, then buttoned up her shirt, just as Dennis started down the stairs.
She wondered what the twins would say if they knew she was getting fucked by Dad, or what he would think if he knew the twins and Mike were fucking her, or what any of them would think if they knew she and Paige had fucked, or what Paige would think….
Rob would be pissed. He was the only member of the family she hadn’t fucked. The thought stunned her. How had so much changed in a day?
She greeted Dennis noncommittally, and got up to get her breakfast. He went into the kitchen with her but said and did nothing other than get his own breakfast. The twins were nothing if not careful. Donnie came downstairs a couple of minutes later. The four of them ate together, talking about school and things, then her Dad left.
She glanced at Dennis but he continued to eat his breakfast. She looked the other way but Donnie was also eating. She finished her milk and stood up.
“Well?” She said.
“Plenty of time,” Donnie said.
“Go up and brush your teeth and take a shower, Dennis said.
“I already took a shower.”
“We want you clean,” Donnie said.
“I am clean!” she glared.
“We want you extra clean.”
“What about you guys?”
“We haven’t just been fucking someone,” Dennis said.
She gasped and her eyes widened. Both twins were looking at her strangely and she blushed in embarrassment. “It wasn’t my idea,” She said.
“No?”
“No! He’s the one who fucked me in the first place. Yesterday after he spanked me.”
“And you loved it.”
“Well… well, yeah, kinda.”
“And came and got us to fuck you.”
“I didn’t invite you into my room'” she scowled.
“You waved your ass around us making it perfectly clear what you wanted.”
“So?”
“So go upstairs and take a shower,” Donnie said calmly.
“Yeah, or you’ll get another spanking before we fuck you,” Dennis added.
She started for the stairs, then stopped and turned back, standing in front of the table.
“You guys don’t, like… mind that I fucked Daddy, do you?”
“If you don’t mind, we don’t mind,” Dennis shrugged.
She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, then wiggled her skirt down her long legs, stepping out of it. Both boys were eyeing her body with careful attention as she posed there in her lacy black lingerie.
“Take your time now,” she taunted, turning to present her bare ass to them, then sauntering to the stairs and up. She didn’t think they’d be long in following.

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