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Filled, ch 2

The battle was over, and most all of the Moverts were dead. This year, the only Human losses were the fourteen who sacrificed themselves, and not one of the thirteen Kalastiel had fallen.
Under the Trees, in the Grove, the Humans gathered together, the couples who had Filled each other to get here finding each other and pairing off to seal their union in this world as well as their own.
The fourteen single girls, widows of the fallen, found Scott under Sononia, deep in conversation with Tiana. Tiana noticed them before he did, and gestured with her eyes.
Scott broke off mid sentence and turned to face them. He met the gaze of each in turn, noting friendly smiles for the most part. One girl was looking daggers at him, however, scowling, with her whole body posture aggressive.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked her directly.
“You killed my boyfriend!” she spat him. “You sent him out there to die, and did nothing to save him!”
“What was his name?” Scott asked her softly. “What’s yours?”
“His name was Andrew Flint, and mine is Kassandra Stone!” she said. “Not that you care. You didn’t care before he died; why should you care now?”
“Well, Kassandra Stone, I do care.” he told her, closing his eyes. “I cared before, too, but I didn’t have time to do anything about it.”
“If it’s any consolation, he died a hero.” Tiana offered. “He died so that we could all live.”
“He might not have died at all, if we were still at Almadreda!” Kassandra shot back. “This was our sixth year here, and he always did fine before! Always!”
“Almadreda was a deathtrap.” Tiana said. “This is my first time here, but even I can see that this place is a thousand times better than Almadreda’s little hill. Aren’t you glad we have a new Kingmage? Isn’t this place better than that one?”
“The old place was just fine with Andrew in it! You had no right to take him away from me!!” she wailed, then ran out of the Grove.
It was a short dash to the cliff edge, and nobody was close enough to stop her. Three Moverts fought over her body at the bottom…
* * *
“Do any of the rest of you feel the same way?” he asked them, when everyone had re-assembled from the chaos and turmoil that Kassandra’s suicide had caused. The Kalastiel had witnessed it, but shortly after, they began falling asleep and misting away. The last awake were the first to sleep. Scott and Tiana were going to be here most of the night, she surmised.
One girl of the thirteen left stepped forward after taking a glance around.
“I think you’re brave for doing this.” she said, then glanced around again. “I can speak for all of us, I think. This is my third time here, and I love this place. This new place. These Trees, and the way everyone fought in the battle… I’ve never been so excited in my whole life, and I know Geoff doesn’t mind sacrificing for all this…”
Another girl stepped forward, a diminutive brunette. She may have been Hispanic or Mediterranean from the look of her, and her thick accent confirmed it. She was Mexican, for sure.
“I loved Enrique, and he volunteered to go out there. He told me he loved me and to stay safe.” she said. “After we came here last year, and the Council explained everything, he told me in the day, in our world, that if he died here, I was to find another man. I think he knew… and he accepted it.” The girl lifted her head and met Scott’s gaze directly. “I choose you. I choose you to be my new man. I will come find you in the day, in our world and give myself to you.”
“Ahem.” Tiana said. “You know he came here with me, right?”
“I also saw all the Trees here.” she retorted. “Those don’t happen by accident, and each one has meaning. Each one is an opening between you and him, and I mean to Fill one of those spots. This man has power, and I will be near it. I have to be, after giving Enrique to it. I’ve earned it.”
“You have.” Tiana agreed, then lifted her head and looked at all of them. “All of you have. This is Scott Blaker, and I am Tiana Bruce. You can find the two of us us in Flagstaff. Come to the town, and you will be welcomed there. All of you will have a place with us.” she told them, speaking in a clear voice.
Scott walked over to the Kalastiel king, Onthamar, and held out his hand to shake. Onthamar had been watching the interactions between the Humans wordlessly, standing back out of the way.
“What is this?” Onthamar asked suspiciously. “What would you have me do?”
Tiana hurried over, and Gregoir and his bunch also sauntered a little closer.
“Uh, King Onthamar?” Tiana asked timidly. “This is the custom among our people. We shake hands to show goodwill and trust.”
“Indeed?” Onthamar said, raising his eyebrows. “Is it your wish to show me goodwill and trust?”
“It is.” Scott said, holding out his hand more firmly. “It would honor me if you would return it.”
“Indeed.” Onthamar agreed dryly. “But that one… there, is going to cut down Flindair. I can see it in his mind.” Onthamar pointed at one of the Humans standing nearby.
“What?” Scott gasped, turning to look at Gregoir.
Gregoir broke apart from the small group of men clustered around him and approached Scott and the women.
“Kingmage, I have news from the Council.” he said smoothly.
“Indeed?” Scott said abruptly. “Who are you?”
“I am Gregoir, Councilman Head.” he said haughtily.
“And them? Are they the Council?” Scott asked him, gesturing to a small group of white hairs standing together.
“Indeed they are, and they have chosen me, and my fathers before me, to Represent them between Kingmages, and we have decided to-”
“Decide all you want. I’m the Kingmage, and what I say goes.” Scott told him flatly. He took two steps forward and grabbed the lapels of Gregoir’s robes, lifting him an inch off the ground. The man let out a yelp, and two of the Council stepped forward, but Jordan Miller and his crew stepped between and blocked. “Like I told you before, if I decide I want a Council, you won’t be on it.”
Scott tossed the man backward and stood over him menacingly until the he could scramble away. Halfway back to his group, Gregoir stopped, turned, and shook his fist at Scott.
“You mark my words, young man, I’m not without power in our world! You will regret this, I promise! You and that race traitor bitch of yours! Those trees are DEAD!””
Scott took off running after Gregoir at this threat, and Gregoir stopped at his group, thinking the numbers would protect him. They did not. Scott caught the smaller man and wrapped both hands around his throat, and began strangling him.
The other six members of the Council were all old, well into their sixties or seventies and frail. One of them tried to pry Scott’s arm away from his friend, but Scott was far too strong for him and barely noticed. Anatin, Gregoir’s son, was simply frozen horror as he watched his father die, murdered by the new Kingmage right before his eyes only yards away.
When Gregoir was well and truly dead, Scott threw the man’s body down and stared at the hundred or so so people who had just witnessed the murder. There was a stunned silence, an un-natural hush over the crowd standing in the circle of Trees.
“This man threatened to cut down these Trees.” Scott told them, gesturing at the body. “Who here would dispute that I did right? Who here would cut down these Trees?”
“Nobody!!” Jordan cried out. “All of us here would DIE for these Trees! Some of us already have!”
“That is true.” Scott said somberly. “Fifteen have died for this Grove, one for each Tree here. These Trees have been bought with blood! Human blood! We have taken much from the Moverts tonight, and almost all of them are dead! With this place as a stronghold, this war could be won in a few years!” Scott finished this last in a triumphant shout.
“And what of the Kalastiel?” said the oldest of the Council. He was the one who had tried physically to stop him, Scott noted to himself.
“Sir?” Scott asked. “What of them?”
“There are three sides in this War, young man.” he said. “I have heard that you are a wilder, is this true?”
“I really don’t care for that name, but yes sir, it’s true.” Scott admitted. “What of it?”
“You have no training.” came the reply. “You know nothing of the history of this place. You have no idea who it was you just killed or what you have done by bringing us here. I see a Queentree in the Grove, yes, but I see a Kingtree as well, and that has NEVER been done, never in all of history. The Kalastiel will be swarming this place next year, thousands, I predict, and then WE will be fighting THEM!”
“I have their word.” Scott said quietly. “I do not believe that Humans ever need fight the Kalastiel. We can live side by side in peace.”
The old man snorted derisively. “And you trust their words, do you, young man?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Only fools believe in peace.”
“More than I trust your words, sir.” Scott said. “Perhaps we Humans might be better off without you six corrupted old fools. You have been in power far too long, assholes. Peace is more than a fairy tale concept.”
“And you have never held power before. Don’t you think you should benefit from our experience? We have never seen peace. That is why we don’t believe it exists.”
“Hell no.” Scott said, but Tiana pulled his arm. He stepped aside and they conversed in hushed tones.
“Don’t kill them.” Tiana said, seriously. “They are connected, like Mafia connected, you know? It’s bad enough you killed Gregoir. If you kill the rest, we’ll never be safe, not anywhere on the planet, Earth OR here. Connected.” Tiana shuddered, glancing at the old man over her shoulder. He grinned mercilessly at her, knowing what she was telling him.
Scott turned back to the six and faced them. “If what she just told me is true, I might be best served to kill all of you right now, in this world, where I can touch you.”
“If you do that, there will be no next year here for you. I can promise you that. We have agents worldwide.” said one of the other ones, sneering. “What you do here is known in the real world, no matter WHO you kill.”
“That’s what Tiana just told me.” Scott said. “Truthfully, I’m not afraid of that. I woke at dawn here. I practically watched the sunrise. In fact, I missed most of it waking Tiana up so I could find out what’s going on. Me AND her have been awake all day, and that is going to make us more powerful than anyone in history. Psychic powerful, and any assassin who comes within fifty miles of me will get turned to my side.”
“But that’s not why I’m not going to kill you.” Scott said. “I’m not afraid your organization. However, you six have agents all over the world. I can use that. I’m going to need to use that if what I suspect comes to pass.” he told them.
“You killed Gregoir.” said the oldest. “You killed him right in front of his son! We’ll never work for you! One way or another, you are going to be made to pay for that!”
“I also have the deaths of Kassandra and the Fourteen to atone for.” Scott agreed with him. “But I won’t be answering to you. Not to any of you. I am the Kingmage, and you will do well not to forget it!!”
“I won’t forget it.” Jordan declared. He knelt on one knee before him. “My life before yours, Sire.” he said. The rest of his crew, the ones he had defended the line with, all of them as one, stooped to one knee and bent their heads.
“That won’t be necessary.” Scott said. “I intend to live a long full life, but not longer than anyone else’s!”
“In this place, we are at war.” Jordan told him, still kneeling. “In this place, my life before yours, Sire.”
“Really.” Scott said dryly. “And why should that be…”.
“I am Brandon McAlter, sire.” said another man, speaking up. “My mother taught me this when I was just a lad, but I have no more talent for it then any other man. I just have some training.” He was standing next to one of the thirteen, and he put his hands on it and began singing. In the first few notes, a misty form appeared, reaching out to him, but as her fingers reached his face, she wafted into dissipating smoke and was gone. The man turned to Scott. “Now you try it. Kingmage. None here can make any of the Kalastiel appear any better than that. I could only get that much because I know one of the Songs.”
Scott walked over, put his hands on the Tree, just as the Brandon had, and began singing the same song. This time, the misty woman became solid and stayed flesh as the Song ended, and she knelt at Scott’s feet.
“You truly are the Kingmage.” Jordan whispered, staring raptly at the Kalastiel woman amongst them. “You did that with no training at all. You don’t even sing that well.”
“Go to her.” Scott told him, chuckling. “Sing with her. There is room here for a second male, and I choose you. Sing with her, and grow a Tree, Jordan.”
“Sire?” Jordan whispered, but Scott just smiled and waved him on.
“Get used to seeing everyone bow before you like this.” Scott grinned, indicating everyone around. Even Tiana was on one knee. “Don’t get to liking it, though. We don’t need resentment. We’re gonna have enough problems with the Council.”
“You have no idea.” Jordan said under his breath as he stole a glance at them over his shoulder. He turned to the Kalastiel woman’s hand and got her to stand. She still wouldn’t look up, however. She was not a Lady among her people; she was a servant, but all their lives were interconnected to Trees here, the same way Kalastiel could Sing human forms from the Trees sometimes.
“What is your name?” he asked her. She finally looked into his face, summoning all her courage.
Without moving her mouth, she said into his mind… without words…
“Shalastra.” he said aloud, forcing his mouth to make the sounds his mind had heard. “Shaaaa…llllaaaassss…trrrraaaa…”he sang, taking her other hand.
“Torrr-” she started to sing, but shook her head. “Dlllorrr-” She shook her head again, but was still moving with him, dancing to the sound of her name as he Sang it.
“Djorrr—dannn!!” she sang, having trouble making the “J” sound.
“Miller.” Jordan thought, giving her his other name, easier for her to say.
“Milll…errrr!” Kalastra sang joyfully. She twirled them both to a place under Sononia and Flindair, the two of them Singing each others name and revolving around one another. When the music ended, Kalastra had one leg thrown over his hip, and she leaned back, letting him hold her with one arm as she wantonly relaxed in his grip, letting him have his way with her.
Finally, he let her go, spent, and she lay on the ground between the two Trees, giving birth to the same sort of nut that had produced Sononia and Flindair.
Scott looked around the Grove, and saw many of the people were laying down to sleep, misting away to the waking world, Filled with the power of this place. Jordan sat down, watching the Tree he had sired grow waist high before his eyes closed.
It made Scott wonder how much stronger he was going to be than everyone else. He had been awake all day and it was fully dark now. Only a few people were still awake, Tiana being one of them, but even she was yawning sleepily. Even as Scott watched, a lot of people were misting away.
His thirteen girls were still awake though, Kassandra’s group. The women who had survived the fourteen martyrs. His thirteen who were going to come to him in the waking world. Thirteen beautiful girls, all under the age of twenty, he surmised.
“This is what I get for dreaming about sex slaves.” he thought wryly.
“Look, ladies, I know what you’re thinking, but honestly, look around us. Each one of these trees represent a, uh… a coupling.” he stammered. “I couldn’t possibly…”
The dark little Mexican girl spoke up first. “This is Dreamland. You can do anything while you’re awake here. Plus, you’re the Kingmage. Enrique died for you.” She gestured to the rest of the girls around her. “All of us lost the man who took our virginity. Please? Don’t leave us with nothing. If you Fill us here, we will share your strength and be guaranteed to be with child when we wake.”
“And so you know?” she continued. “All thirteen of us are sleeping next to a dead body right now. It will help to know that life is inside me when I wake to that. Poor Enrique…”
* * *
To be continued…

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Ronnie 1 (Amusement Park)

Rewrite. It’s been several months since I worked on this story, but I’ll try to re-write what I have and post for your pleasure. All feedback welcome

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The Hillbilly Girl

The Hillbilly Girl
…When they put a big highway thru a very rural backwoods part of this area, the people there were not to happy. Young boys shot BB guns at the cars, and threw rocks at them, to no avail.
…I drove down the new highway looking for old vintage cars to buy cheap. I got off the main highway and I got lost in the maze of unmarked dirt roads.
…..I had stopped to ask directions. It was a rundown old farm house at the end of a road you couldn’t drive any further on. This slim girl watched me walk up the path to the front door. She came out on the porch and walked towards me. Long brown hair down past her ass, medium tits and nice hips and ass. She had a pretty face as she squinted in the bright sun. As she walked towards me I said: “Howdy, I’m kind of lost,
…I….” She walked past me and circled me, looking me up and down. No smile, just gawking at me all over. Around and around she walked. She finally spoke as the walked…”Yer not from around here, are ya.” She stopped and started feeling my shirt. “Nice shirt, what’s yer name.” “Barry”, I said, “What’s yours?” She started circling me again. “Darleen” she said. She started walking closer around me and then rubbing up against me as she circled. “Do I make ya dizzy?” .
…“Well Darleen I need directions out of here.”
“Do you chase girls?” she asked.”
…I thought…she may be retarded or something, I better get the hell out of here…but on the other hand she was very sexy and that got my interest.
“I do chase girls but…”
“What cha do you do when ya catch’m?”
She stopped circling me and stood with her back to me. She stepped back and leaned on me. I was 6’2” and she was about 5’. She leaned her head back and looked at me upside down for a minute. She took my arms, and put them around her middle, and held them there. She took my hands and started moving them up on her bra-less tits.
..“Do ya like ta feel’m up some?”
“Darleen, I should be going.” I could just picture her dad or someone pointing a shotgun at me saying: “Git yer hands off’in that girl, mister.”
…She bolted and ran for my car. She reached in and got my keys. She smiled and held them up, dangling them to show me. Obviously she wanted me to chase her or something. She kept smiling big and lifted up her plain flowered little dress and put my keys in front of her white cotton panties. I didn’t chase her. She put her hand on her hips and said: “You want some lemonade?” …and walked toward her door. I followed of course. She started walking in circles again and giggling. I walked after her smiling myself. I broke into a run and she squealed and ran from me. She let me catch her as we both giggled now. I said: “I’ll take that lemonade …and…my keys, Darleen.”
…“Well, come on in and git both.” she said. She pushed her butt back into my crotch and wiggled it. Again…she grabbed my hands to feel her tits. We walked lockstep in this position into the house. She stepped away and got the lemonade.
….We sat on the old couch as she snuggled up to me. “Darleen….that’s not very nice you putting my keys there.” She smiled big and reached in and got them and handed them to me. She said pouting: “I didn‘t want ya ta leave.”
…..“Put them back Darleen, I want the fun of going and getting them.” I said smiling. She smiled big and back they went.
…..We talked as she leaned her head on my shoulder. Her dad only came home once a month from the mines he worked in. She had completed the 8th grade as the county made her go. ‘Pa’ had her temporally fixed, so no baby’s for now.
….She then jumped up, pulled her dress up and straddled my lap. I felt my keys rubbing against my dick. She was looking my face over and touching it. Her sweet smile was so curious as she played with my face and hair. She said quietly….(“..did ya wanna kiss me Barry?, it‘s ok if ya did.”)…she put my hands on her nice tits again.
…I said: (“…now close your eyes and wish for a kiss.”) She smiled and closed her eyes. I kissed her soft and gentle over and over again. She started loosing her breath as we slowly started leaning over with me on top of her. She whispered: (“I think ya better git your keys too, their stick’in me some.”) I kissed my way down her neck and unbuttoned the top of her dress. I kissed her nice tits and teased her nipples with my tongue. She squirmed and moaned. She moaned…”…oh Berry…that feel so dang good, keep that up.”
….I found out her sex experience was:
A quickie from a boy named Tommy,
Jacking off Tommy’s dog Clyde once,
her dad, when he was drunk once,
And her uncle Zippy when he was drunk once.
….She had never had a man make love to her and with full foreplay sex. She had never had her nipples or pussy licked. She talked during my advanced kissing and licking her body.
….I continued down her body kissing her tummy. “Oh shit that tickles good Barry…hell yeah!”…”Your tongue is mak’in me heat up.”…”Oh damn…OH damn!..keep do’in that Barry.”
… I inched down her panties and got my keys in my teeth. She looked and giggled as I dropped them on the floor. I got to her tiny patch of 3 pubic hairs as she squirmed and moaned as I licked it. Her legs went wide open and she moaned: “Keep a go’in Berry…oh yeah!” I licked her clit. “Right there! She said loud. “Oh Barry….I’m keep’in you Barry….yer not leave’ in.” She held my head and gently started fucking my tongue with her pussy. She was a moaner and didn’t hold back anything….”Barry…..yes….it’s feel’in so dang good…oh lordy be…I’m gonna go crazy honey…I..” She began to shake and twitch and pushed up her pussy high. She trembled and let out a long, long moan….. Her first licked orgasm. “Oh god baby…oh baby…yer beautiful…oh my god yes…” she moaned.
….I moved up on her and took out my full hard on. She grabbed it and felt it over and over. “Oh baby, put it in, put it in Barry…oh god yes!…Oooooo baby…oh…oh…yes…Yes baby…YES….YES!!!” Her pussy was tight and it felt wonderful.
…The more we fucked the more she moaned and held me tight. Her body went wild, digging her fingers into my skin and thrusting up her pussy. “Ohhhhh Berryyyyy”
She screamed “YES!!!”as I shot a blast of my cum in her. She moaned with a natural sweetness.. We both moaned and shook as she was making me dizzy with the good feelings I was having. I had to force myself to breathe as she had her arms locked around me. My dick just kept shooting in her and she moaned loud with each shot. She started kissing all over my face as she gasp for breath. Our bodies had the jitters as we lay there in euphoria. We both moaned softly now and after a while just lay quietly with just a twitch now and then.
…I could feel her trying out the new feelings in her tight little pussy. My hardon was still in her as she worked her ‘squeeze’ muscles. Her hands just keep feeling me all over. She felt every inch of my face and smiled with her pretty eyes, deep in thought.
Darleen thought….
….I guess this is what pa called ’love mak’in.’ It sure is a mak’in me feel good all over. I’m might jes be in love with Barry caus I gotta keep him forever. I’ll cook for him, wash him and take care of him real good. He ain’t gonna wanna leave. He’s sure is a ‘keeper’…
Barry…..
…It was so quiet and peaceful, I drifted to sleep with my hardon still in her. When I woke up, it was dark. I was naked with a sheet over me. Then I felt Darleen scoot in next to me. Her sweet face smiled at me. She was naked. She said quietly: “I washed us up some, cuz I wanna do that love mak’in again. Feel my titties some more like ya do, I like that.” I started in feeling her tits as she closed her eyes and kissed my face. I felt her hand feeling my returning hardon.
…“Damn that feels sa good, I like feel’in you there Barry.” she said. Slowly she rolled me on my back and slid down under the sheet. She slowly stroked me. Soon I felt her give my hardon a kiss, then more kisses, then her tongue was all over it. Over the head went her lips went as she stroked me. No one had taught her to do this, she just did what came to her mind. She finished and kissed her way around my balls and then up my tummy she came, out of breath and hot. “I love do’in that, it’s excit’in.
…I held her and said: “My turn.” She smiled big and rolled on her back. She opened her legs wide as I scooted down to her pussy. She squirmed with excitement. “Do what ever ya want Barry, that last time was a real pleaser.” she said panting. Her legs twitched as she remembered her first orgasm was with me licking her clit. This time I stuck two fingers in her wet pussy and felt for her good spot. She bucked and moaned when I stroked it….”Berry….that’s a driving me crazy when ya to that…but keep it up.” she moaned out of breath.
….I had her so hot she was shaking. I climbed on top of her as she reached down and put my hardon in her wet pussy. She started in fucking me like no woman ever has. Pulling my butt cheeks, kissing me with her wild tongue, gasping for breath and working her pussy for that good feeling she wanted so bad. She clamped herself on me and pushed her pussy up tight to me and let out a loud moan and just shook as her max climax hit her. I shot a huge load in her as this had me all shook up with pleasure I hadn’t felt before. She finally managed to moan out…”…oh god Berry…Berry….Berry…yer beautiful….so ….beautiful…”
….She was a joy to watch, so happy as she skipped around the house. She washed me down again and cooked a wonderful meal. She even washed my clothes. She sat on the couch with me, holding my arm and her head on my shoulder. That night she led me into her bedroom and undressed me and her. Into bed we went. She didn’t know what 69 was and I introduced her. She like that and now to teach her about…. blow jobs.
…I slowly explained how a guy gets his best feelings like she gets with my tongue on her pussy. That is when a girl jacks him until he cums with her mouth clear over his hardon. She was all excited and wanted to do that to me. We lay on our sides as I directed her on what to do. I licked her pussy as she followed her natural desires now. She was good. She practiced deep throating until she got my hardon in all the way in. He tongue felt wonder working with her mouth stroking my hardon. She started in moaning as I licked her clit and massaged her good spot….I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shot a big load in her mouth. She moaned but kept her mouth on it. I continued to shoot as I could feel her pussy squeeze tight on my fingers. She moaned long moans as she gulped down my cum. Her hips moved with each shot of cum as she fucked my fingers. She had these wonderful long moans as her body trembled.
…It was the best blow job ever…..
…She licked and licked as she panted for air. Her pussy kept twitching until we both were completely spent.
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….When I got home, my wife was sitting up in bed reading a book. She ask me if I found any good buys. I said: “Only one dear, a 1999 Darleen Special.” She never stopped reading and said “Oh, that’s nice.”………

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A new day, a new me part 6

And onto part 6, still undecided on taking a break from the series.
The rest of Sunday went by quietly in comparison to the earlier parts of the weekend. School and a steady stream of average and fairly uneventful days crept through from Monday to Thursday; all the while Korinna and I sat back and tried to figure out this whole relationship thing.
Friday was looking pretty good with all three of us piling into Tracy’s car and heading off to school, Kori and I in the back so we can sit together.
“Okay so now not only am I stuck with my brother dating one of my best friends and I get to sit in a car while they fool around,” Liz starts in leaning her head on her hand.
“Well since you gave him permission I get a guy who will throw down and say fuck you to the world,” Kori gloats while cuddling me,” Honestly though thank you for letting me have him Liz.”
Liz groans from the front seat while we pull into the school. All of us pile out of Tracy’s car and head off to class. During second period I get poked from behind in my seat. I turn around and see Natsuko’s brown eyes staring at me. I can see she’s rocking her punk hair still, short jean shorts with suspenders and a black t-shirt that reads ‘Not for the Innocent’, thigh high socks all black and red stripped. I shrug at her and she mouths ‘after class’.
I follow her out after the bell as she heads to one of the common areas, such a tight little ass on her as she sits down.
“Okay, first off you’re dating Kori and that means we can’t have sex anymore so onto my problem,” Natsuko says as I stand there,” I have a brother, he’s a junior and he’s kinda… hopeless.”
“Alright, so what do you want me to do, beat the crap out of him,” I ask chuckling.
Shaking her head no,” I need you to help him get laid, either that or get him to do what you did and say fuck it.”
I stand there mulling it over when the bell rings; I wave her off to class and jog to mine. I get there before attendance and sit in front of Kori and next to Liz. We work through class and as soon as it’s over I turn around to Korinna and smile, she smiles a puzzled smile. We exit class and head to lunch, Korinna and I get in line with trays and after getting our near prison quality food I lead us to a table with Natsuko.
“I’ve got some good news for you Natsuko and some bad news,” I tell her while eating.
She gives me this odd look and replies,” Okay, bad news first.”
I smile,” Well it’s probably gonna hurt and it’s gonna take some time.”
“Okay and the good news,” she asks drinking her milk.
“You were wrong about us not having sex,” I smile at Korinna.
Korinna freezes in place and just stares at Natsuko for a minute before speaking,” Okay, how did you have sex with Guy? You couldn’t even have sex with that stoned dropout Evan, the punk with the Mohawk and the 5 inch cock.”
As soon as she says that I’m choking on milk and trying to keep in from coming out my nose. Both girls stop their conversation to make sure I’m not dying at the table. I end my fit and push my tray away.
“Well he’s your boyfriend,” Natsuko finally replies,” you know what it’s like better than I do.”
“Okay Natsuko,” I push my tray away and speak to her,” Where is my target?”
“Blue wind breaker, white button up shirt with the other Asian kids,” Natsuko points behind me to a table.
Exactly what I’m gonna do I don’t know, or if it’ll even work but I get up from the table and head over to the table with the Asian kids. Pulling my hood up I walk around the table behind him, grabbing his chair I pull it out with him in it and turn him to face me.
“Get up and leave that fucking coat here,” I tell him from my hood.
“Ummm but I don’t know you,” he tells me, I see everyon else at the table back away, fear of the unknown.
I take him by the collar and stand him up, nearly dragging him out behind me. I can hear some of the other kids talking about us as we leave the cafeteria. I get him around the side of one of the buildings alone and put him up against the wall.
“Okay listen I don’t have any money but I can do your homework,” he starts in pleading with me.
“Stop begging if I was gonna hurt you man I would have just knocked your ass out of the chair back there,” I nearly spit on him just to get him to stop,” What is your name man?”
“Junichi, and you’re not gonna hit me,” he asks straightening himself up.
I get a look at him, about 5’7” and maybe weighs 10 pounds less than me. Dressed in a white button up shirt and brown slacks, dress shoes and a belt with black rimmed glasses. I feel like I’m looking at a memory, a sad and pathetic memory. I pull my hood off so he can see my face.
“So I am gonna ask you a simple question and I need a straight answer,” I state to him,” Have you had pussy since pussy had you?”
As soon as I get it out of my mouth I see his face get red and embarrassed, I shake my head and grab my phone to send a text message off to Kori saying I’d be getting home by myself today.
“Okay, you got a girlfriend,” I ask him putting away my phone.
“No my parents say it’ll get in the way of my school,” he replies getting his back off the wall.
“Okay so they feed you bullshit at home, no wonder Natsuko is so different,” I chuckle,” I know there’s a girl you like so who is she.”
“Why do you think you know so much about me, you didn’t even know my name,” Junichi comes back getting angry.
“Touched a nerve, good. Now find the girl you’re interested in and tell her you want to meet you after school, make her meet you here after school,” I tell him heading off to my next class.
“What if I don’t do it, you can’t make me,” Junichi calls after me.
I stop and turn to look at him. I simply smile and pull my hood back on and march back to class. Last 2 classes of the day come and go easily enough; Derek decided to come to fifth period and sat in a different seat leaving Heather by herself. I snickered about the break up to myself. I head to sixth class and check in with my teacher then head out to the cafeteria. Not much homework to do thankfully so I sit and go through my phone, no new texts.
“Did you kick my brother’s ass or what,” I get asked by Natsuko and she flops down in a chair next to me.
I shake my head no and hand her my phone, she punches in her cell number. As I tell her what I told her brother. She shakes her head in response.
“He’s not gonna show, you’re lucky he didn’t get a teacher,” she tells me putting her feet on the table.
I shrug and tickle the back of her knee causing her to yank her feet from the table and give me the ‘dick’ look. Smiling I lean back in my chair as she quickly plops her ass down in my lap side saddle.
“Found out the terms of your relationship with Korinna,” she tells me.
“Good for you, check and see if your parents are gonna be home today,” I tell her grinding my crotch against her.
I know that she’s talking to one of her parents on the phone but since I speak no Japanese I decide to focus on what is important, Japanese punk girl ass on my crotch. I slip my hand onto her leg and slide my fingers inside her shorts. Gently she starts grinding her ass downward all the while talking quickly on her phone.
“So they won’t be at the house but they’ll be home by seven,” Natsuko tells me hanging up her phone.
“Good, cause if your brother does what I told him to then maybe I’ll be able to help him out,” I tell her feeling the skin of her upper thigh.
I look around the cafeteria and see no one around; pulling my hand out of Natsuko’s shorts I reach up and grab her tit through her shirt. She gasps but instead of pulling away she gets up and straddles my crotch and sits down on my lap again. I grip her hips with both hands and she starts grinding her jean clad hips against mine, placing her hands on my head and pulling our faces together. We jam our tongues into each other’s mouths hard, fighting to either establish dominance or check the other’s tonsils. Madly Natsuko starts trashing her hips against me; I move my left hand up and grab her tit again. Gripping her tit hard I feel no bra, just nipple and flesh around it.
Natsuko breaks our kiss to speak,” I swear to god if you don’t fuck me today I’m gonna take you home and rape you.”
I smirk at the idea of her ‘raping’ me while she gets off from my lap and sticks her hand down her own shorts. She pulls a finger back out and I see some wetness before she sticks it in her mouth and sucks the fluid off. I will never know why that look from a woman sucking on something is so hot. She sits back down in her chair with just enough time to ponder what is gonna happen today when her brother enters the cafeteria. He’s got his windbreaker back on as he heads over to our table.
“Natsuko do no yō ni kono shōnen o shitte imasu ka,” Junichi says to Natsuko, I think he asked her a question.
“Okay big brother it’s just rude to not speak English in front of him,” she replies.
He sits down at the table and looks from her to me with a puzzled stare. The three of us sit in silence when a girl walks in from behind me. All of us turn to see her, about 5’6” white girl, curvy figure with c cup breasts and matte black to her jaw line, pale skin and a few face piercings. She’s dressed in black and green tripp shorts and a button up black shirt; her boots are knee high metal and leather stompers. She heads over to our table and drops her bag on a chair.
“Okay Jun you little shit, I’m here and it’s almost after fucking school now how the hell are you gonna help me pass my algebra test,” she asks completely ignoring both myself and Natsuko.
“Umm Katy this is my sister Natsuko and her friend, I don’t know your name,” Junichi starts with introductions tentatively.
I get up and stare down at Katy; she glares up at me for a second then sits down in the seat across from Natsuko and I.
“So Junichi, this is the girl you brought for today, really,” I ask him with a look of disbelief.
Jun simply nods his head, either he’s got a death wish or he really needs to get out more. I grab my bag and Natsuko follows my lead.
“Okay, we’re going back you your house Jun, so get your shit. And you sunshine,” I turn to Katy,” you wanna actually do shit and come with us or just talk shit here?”
I head out with Natsuko and Jun trailing behind us when I hear those boots come stomping after us. Natsuko leads us off school grounds and into one of the adjacent nicer neighborhoods. After about twenty minutes of walking we get to what I can only guess is Jun and Natsuko’s parents house, two floors of ‘yes we have money’. Junichi gets the door open and we pile inside the house, nice furniture. I drop my bag by the door and put sit my ass down on the nice love seat in the living room. Junichi sits in one of the chairs around the coffee table while Katy puts her feet up and lounges on the couch. Natsuko just heads off to her room.
“Okay so Jun has you to thank for the ass kicking I’m gonna give him for fucking around with my math test,” Katy decides to tell me.
“No I’m the one Jun gets to thank for getting him laid,” I tell her smiling.
“What is he gonna fuck his sister,” Katy asks puzzled.
I smile and point at straight at Katy, who laughs for a second then looks from me to Junichi and back again.
“Oh fuck you asshat! No chance in hell I’m gonna fuck Jun, you need balls to fuck me and he don’t have any,” Katy exclaims standing up.
“Oh so can fuck him over but he can’t fuck you. Go ahead and walk, I personally guarantee that the second you see him tomorrow at school you’re gonna miss all the free shit he did for you because if you walk all the homework and test prep are cancelled,” I tell her smiling.
I look over at Junichi to see him blanch at the idea of not doing what she wants. She gets up from the couch and stomps off to I guess the bathroom.
“Are you crazy, she’s gonna kill me,” Junichi whispers to me as soon as she’s out of the room.
“Dude, if you don’t reach into your pants and find some bigger balls you’re gonna be a virgin on your wedding night if you’re lucky,” I tell him leaning forward from my seat,” Stop acting like a fucking pussy and tell her that either she puts out or you turn her ass in for the homework you did for her.”
“How do you know I did her homework,” He asks me stunned?
“Man you offered to do my homework cause you thought I’d kick your ass, you’d do her homework just to get her to wear a tight t-shirt,” I say chuckling.
I see him mulling it over when my phone goes off; it’s a picture message from Natsuko. I open the file and get a view of her shaved pussy with a message ‘wish you were here’. I reply back for her to get out here and help me with a problem in my pants. I put my phone in my coat pocket as Katy comes back out from the bathroom.
“Okay Jun get me through this test for Monday cause I got shit to do this weekend,” Katy tells him grabbing her backpack.
“No,” Junichi replies shortly.
“What the fuck do you mean no,” Katy asks.
“I am done doing your work for free, either you start to learn to do this shit on your own or you figure out how to pay me for my work,” Jun tells her standing up from his seat.
Katy gets into Junichi’s face for a second glaring straight in his eyes then shoves him into his chair. I sit back and watch Katy pull her shirt open then take off her black and blue plaid bra; I check Junichi’s face to see if he’s still alive or if he died of shock. As soon as Katy’s topless she spreads Jun’s legs apart and starts pulling his pants open.
“Holy shit, go bro go,” I hear Natsuko say as she enters the room.
I turn my head and see her in a pair of blue panties and nothing else. I start taking my pants off as Natsuko gets on the other side of the love seat and finishes pulling my cock free. As soon as it’s out of my pants Natsuko has it in her mouth working three inches in her mouth and jerking her hand up and down my shaft. I look over to see that Jun is packing about five inches himself and has Katy licking up and down the shaft. He looks over at me to see his little sister with a mouth full of my cock, I motion to Jun to grab her head and shove his cock in her mouth. I watch him try to angle her head and she takes him in her mouth working slowly up and down. I shake my head at him then grab the hair on the back of Natsuko’s head and shove it down to five inches on my cock. I feel Natsuko gag and drool on my member.
I watch Junichi grab Katy’s hair on both sides of her head and start jamming her mouth on his dick; I see her start to struggle for against his grip and the chair. I take my hand off Natsuko’s head and she keeps up with her drooling on my cock, I move my hand under her body and down to her panties. I get my hand inside her panties and go right past her clit and stick my index finger in her pussy to the second knuckle. I watch Natsuko pull her mouth off my cock and get up from the couch pulling her panties off. I get up and strip down with her as I see Jun still making Katy gag on his member.
“Hey man, either get off or fuck her,” I tell Jun sitting back down on the couch.
Natsuko moves in between my legs and turning her back to me lowers her tight pussy on my cock, I’ve played this game before and I let her work herself up and down my shaft. Up and down four inches of my cock going in and out of her tight Japanese pussy. I look over to see Katy in her matching green and black panties putting a condom on Jun and pulling him on top of her, it takes him a second to find the right spot but as soon as he’s in he goes right for her tits with his mouth and starts fucking her fast and deep.
I turn my attention back to Natsuko as she speeds up on my shaft; I feel her womb bumping the head of my cock. I watch her push down as hard as she can trying to force my cock into her womb; I give her a few tries before I pull her cute ass off my cock. Turning Natsuko around I move to the center of the love seat and pull her to straddling my lap. Natsuko lines my cock up with her pussy and slides down till my cock head is resting against her baby maker. Gripping her hips I start sliding her up and down on my member while she grabs the back of the love seat. I keep Natsuko bouncing on my cock but keep out of her womb, I feel her getting frustrated and look up at her face all scrunched up.
I glance over to see Jun all the way into Katy’s pussy fast, she’s holding him against her but looking over and watching Natsuko attempt to take more of my cock. We make eye contact and Katy rolls her eyes, I nod to her to get into it.
“Come on you fucker and get off,” Katy tells him while grabbing Jun’s hips and slamming him harder into her pussy.
Back with Natsuko I hold her hips steady and start thrusting up into her fast bumping my head against her womb. I feel her getting wetter and look up to see her biting her lip, I hear grunting from the couch. Jun is about to cum and either Katy is faking it or she might actually be enjoying it. After a few seconds I hear Katy moan loudly and push Jun out of her, snatching off the condom and jacking him off as he cums on her stomach.
I feel my own orgasm building and Natsuko is starting to shake with her own orgasm. I feel her start to shake and as I get the tingling in my balls and slam the head of my cock straight into Natsuko’s womb while pulling her hips down. She screams out as I grunt and shoot my first load into her womb, she presses her body against mine. I hold her hips down hard against mine as I continue to shoot my semen into her womb, suddenly she gasps loudly and squirts on my hips and abs. Natsuko pulls my head back and jams her tongue in my mouth. We kiss for a minute before she grabs her panties and pulls off my cock and jams her underwear to keep from dripping my cum out on the floor, she staggers off to the bathroom. Katy gets up from the couch and follows after her, while Jun sits down on the couch. I grab my clothes and start getting dressed while Jun seems to be processing what happened.
“Okay, now from here on you do what you want man, throw out those fucking prep school clothes and get some damn jeans or something. Lose the blue windbreaker and get a better looking coat,” I tell Jun pulling my pants up.
“Why should I do that,” He asks getting his underwear on.
“If you dress like a nice guy you get treated like shit, if you act like a nice guy you get treated like shit,” I tell him pulling my coat on,” tell people fuck you and look the part, stand the fuck up for yourself.”
“Okay but what about school or my parents,” Jun asks as I grab my bag.
“Do the work and just tell them what they want to hear, it’s not rocket science. ‘Mom and Dad I got my good grades and people leave me the fuck alone now it’s a win/win’,” I mimic him as I head out the door.
“But wait, aren’t you gonna say goodbye to my sister,” he asks as I head across the lawn.
I turn around and pull up my hood; shaking my head no I proceed to walk back to the school to hopefully catch a ride home from Tracy.
I hit the school grounds and see the parking lot is almost empty, I check my phone and see it’s about four thirty. I shoot my folks a text saying that I’m out and will be home before eight. As I hit the parking lot I hear someone running up behind me.
“Hey shithead, what the fuck are you thinking just walking out like that,” I hear Katy from behind me.
I turn to see she did a quick job of getting dressed. I keep my hood up and continue walking through the lot with Katy keeping pace.
“So you just fuck Jun’s little sister then head home,” Katy asks me.
“More like we fuck each other then decide to go about our business, why the fuck do you care,” I ask in reply.
“So you just fuck her then what, head home,” she asks again.
“No I fuck her in front of her brother, then I text my girlfriend to see what she’s doing while I head home,” I answer her smiling.
I pull my phone out and shoot Kori a text making sure she’s okay, I tell her I’m walking home but don’t need a ride just yet. She replies with an okay and asks if we’re gonna hang out this weekend, I tell her we’re gonna have some fun at her house and put my phone away.
“You really just texted your girlfriend, didn’t I hear about you breaking up with her at school,” Katy asks.
“Yeah, that was old girlfriend I broke up with,” I hold out my phone,” this is new girlfriend, Korinna.”
“Seriously, you have a girlfriend and you just fucked a girl and blew your wad in her. Now you’re making plans to hang out with her this weekend,” She asks confused.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” I reply nonchalantly.
I see her shake her head as we continue walking. After about a half hour we pass a trailer park and she heads off the sidewalk and up the drive.
“Hey asshole, you wanna come inside my place,” she yells at me.
I shrug and follow her to a trailer in the back, white and a sea foam green paneling with a crappy yellow datsun parked out front. I follow her inside and am greeted by the sight of good living, dishes stacked in the sink, an ashtray that hasn’t been cleaned in probably three months, and a trash can filled with empty beer bottles. Katy bypasses the living room kitchen combo for a room at the back of the trailer. Apparently this is her room, a queen size mattress on the floor; poster’s lining the wall for different bands and clothes all over the floor.
“Nice place, I love the ‘my fucking hole’ feeling you got here,” I tell her chuckling.
“Okay, I let you come in and you decide to make fun of my shit,” Katy yells throwing her bag on the bed and slamming her door.
“No you brought me in here cause my cock is bigger than Jun’s and you wanted to fuck it,” I retort calmly.
I drop my bag and pull my hood off my head; I can see Katy’s pissed. As soon as my hood is off I see the shot coming as she slaps me on the right side of my face. I’ve been hit enough times that she really needs to work on her follow through; I pull my face back up and smile. I see she’s still pissed and she reels back for a second shot, I step inside her swing and slam my body into hers and up against the wall. I pull her hips against mine and jam my tongue into Katy’s mouth; she grabs my head and tries to pull my head back. I let her get my head back only to latch onto her neck with my teeth and lips. Katy tries grabbing the back of my head to pull my off her neck, I keep my body locked against hers. I bring my hands up from her hips to the front of Katy’s shirt ripping it open and sending buttons onto the floor, I push her tit up with my hand taking my mouth from her neck to the top of her breast.
It takes me a minute to get her bra down so I can get a nipple in my mouth, its rock hard and about the size of a half dollar. Finally Katy goes from grabbing my head to holding it in place, moaning lightly as I keep her in my mouth. Quickly she goes from into it to trying to rip my ears off my head with her hands. I finally let go from pain and as soon as her nipple is out of my mouth I get shoved backwards, tripping over the bed falling backwards. I look up to see Katy getting out of her pants quickly followed by her bra and panties hitting the floor, I don’t move from my spot on the bed when I kick off my boots and get my pants off.
“Get out of your fucking clothes asshole,” Katy says crawling on top of me and pulling my coat and shirt off.
As soon as we’re both naked Katy flips around and starts jamming my cock into her mouth. I pull her hips around and start rubbing her slit, feeling her moan on my cock as she keeps bobbing her head up and down. I keep rubbing as she pulls her leg over me to putting her pussy in my face.
“Eat my pussy bitch,” Katy says taking my cock out of her mouth and sitting up.
I keep one finger on her clit and figure porn should be right about this one too as I jam my tongue right in her pussy hole. Katy starts grinding on my face, sliding her pussy back and forth across my mouth and nose. I keep shoving my tongue in her hole every time it gets near my mouth. Katy moves my hand off her clit and starts rubbing it herself off, I can hear her gasping as she starts to hit her orgasm. I use both my hands to keep her hips in place so I can fuck her pussy with my tongue.
“Oh shit fucker I’m coming,” Katy screams as she hits her orgasm covering my mouth and chin in her cum.
I swallow as much as I can as she pulls her pussy off my face and moves to the head of her bed, laying down on her back and breathing heavy. I go to move on top of Katy but she closes her legs and rolls to her side. I try to move behind her to get inside from behind when she rolls onto her back keeping me from getting close again.
“Man, I’m done, get your shit and fuck off,” Katy says turning her head towards me.
I’m harder than a calculus class and now I’m getting turned down after being invited in. I start to get up like I’m getting off the bed then throw myself over Katy’s chest and use my hands to pin her arms down above her head. I grip her wrists with one hand and take my cock with the other and push the head against her closed mouth. She starts to turn her head away so my cock hand and grabbing her nose turn her face back to my cock, as soon as she’s out of breath and her mouth open I give her as much of my seven and a half inches as I can in her mouth. Katy tries to pull her head back so I grab the hair on the top of her head and start pulling her head forward so she gags on my cock.
“Now you suck my dick you cock tease,” I tell her smiling down into green eyes.
I let her head go back and start moving her mouth back and forth on my cock in long deep strokes. Feeling the back of Katy’s throat I push my cock deep while pulling her face till my balls are resting flat on her chin. I feel and hear her gag on my cock and drool starts to run down my balls. I let go of her head and keep one wrist, use it to flip her over onto her stomach pulling her ass up in the air. I stand my hips over her rear and covered with drool I line up my cock head with Katy’s asshole. I press in slow and deep watching my member invade her rectum. Deep in 5 inches and slowly back out till the just my head is still in. I feel Katy grunting into her pillow below me.
“What was that, did you say something,” I ask Katy smiling as I steady my cock at her asshole.
“Fuck you asshole,” She spits out at me from her pillow.
“Oh, fuck your asshole, okay since you asked,” I reply jamming my whole cock directly down into her sphincter.
Katy bites into the pillow as I start hammering my cock downward into her ass. I see her pulling her pillow around her face hearing her scream, I pull her arm back to get her face out of the pillow. Katy’s howling fills the room accompanied by the sound of our hips slapping together. Pulling out of her ass I move Katy onto her hands and knees pushing my cock back into her ass. I wrap one hand around her throat and pull her body against mine. I start thrusting in and out frantically, choking her with one hand and slapping her ass with the other. She’s grunting and gritting her teeth as I pound her ass, I move my hand from her throat to her breast.
“Oh shit, please cum you fucker,” Katy gasps.
I get that tingling feeling in my balls and proceed to unload four strong streams of cum into her colon, we both scream out in the orgasm. I keep spewing into her anus for about thirty seconds before pulling out and flopping down on her bed. Katy collapses with me on her bed, both of us breathing heavy. After a few minutes she rolls on top of me and cuddles in.
“Really, you warm up to me now,” I ask confused.
“You know how hard it is to get good hate fucking,” Katy says kissing me once on the lips.
I think about getting my phone and checking the time but I got punk girl on my chest. I figure out I’m not gonna get out of here anytime soon so I grab a blanket with my foot and pull it up over us as we drift off to sleep.Sorry this part took so long to get out there, work sucks. More comments and PM’s appreciated and welcome. And thank you for the nice ‘Please get us the next part asshole’ message to my profile, you know who you are.

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Home for spring break

Hey All! This is my first attempt at writing… I’ve been an avid reader for a few years now, and thought I’d get some of my thoughts & stories out there. Please let me know what you think! Love constructive criticism.
All characters in the story below are 18 years or older.

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I Teach My Wife: Part 2

After forcibly taking my wife’s anal virginity that morning, Linda was exhausted during our daily on board activities. I planned on taking it pretty easy on her for most of the day, letting her regain her strength before I had my way with her again tonight.
At about 2 in the afternoon, Linda decided it was prime time to sun herself on the deck. I watched her change into a sensible bathing suit, which was as revealing as she liked to be, and I struggled to restrain myself. Linda was still strikingly beautiful, and that isn’t just a husband’s biased view, and as much as I was reveling in dominantly fucking my wife, seeing her now I wanted desperately to show her passion and love.
My resolve broke and I couldn’t contain myself. I moved to Linda and threw my arms around her just as she got her suit comfortably in place.
“Tom,” she smiled at me. I didn’t speak, rushing in to kiss her deeply instead. She was a little startled but soon began to join my tongue in passion. I peeled her suit down as we kissed, exposing her pale, creamy skin that drove me wild. I broke the kiss but continued to take her in, kissing and nibbling down her as I finally got her naked again.
I leaned back and gazed at her beauty, her full chest, shapely but fit form, and her smooth skin. She smiled at me sweetly and I think by now she had fully accepted my ultimatum from last night. I stood and spun her, wrapping my arms around her torso and diving in to bite and kiss her neck from behind. She pressed her luscious ass into my growing hard-on, and my hands explored her chest, stomach, and soft pubic skin.
“Oh, Tom, baby, take me baby,” Linda breathed into my ear as I squeezed her breasts firmly. I hurriedly complied, pushing her to bend at the waist and put her hands on the bed. Linda did readily and even surprised me a little when she spread her stance, arched her hips, and used two fingers to naughtily spread her yummy looking pussy lips. This kind of display, believe it or not, was Linda being dirtier than I’d ever seen her before, and I fantasized for a moment that I had awoken a slutty side of her that had been hidden and dormant for all these years.
I rushed my cock out of my shorts and pushed the head up against her opening. It was moist and warm and it quivered at my touch. Linda moaned and to my surprise reached her hand back through her legs to grab my shaft and guide me in.
“Fuck, Tom, fuck me with that big cock!” I’d never heard Linda like that before, but I liked it! Linda’s pussy was delightfully tight and I responded to her by rocking my hips forward hard and pulling her ass to me, stuffing my cock against the velvety walls of her vagina. Linda’s legs collapsed and she was now on the bed on her knees and elbows, her heavenly ass arched at me. I began to lovingly stroke my cock in and out of her pussy, firm but not violent, and Linda was rocked with pleasure. Her pussy quaked and her body trembled and she came faster than I’d thought possible, clamping down on my cock and actually uttering the word ‘cunt’ for the first time in her life.
When she relaxed her vice grip, I resumed my strong pumps. As I did I took the opportunity to enjoy a sex and seldom seen angle of my lovely wife, on her knees getting fucked like a whore. Her full tits swung with each slam of my hips, and her supple ass begged for attention. Lust had overcome me, and I once again found myself wanting to dominantly own my wife. I reached forward and grabbed a bundle of her dark hair and pulled back. Linda screamed as her head flew up, her back arched, and her pussy opened to new depths and that were quickly stuffed with cock.
I slammed hard down into her, her warmth and quivering muscles urging me to orgasm. As my cum boiled I grabbed Linda with both hands by her shoulders and slammed my cock into her harder than I ever had before. My arms strained and I pulled her back with all my strength, and my cock landed deeper in her than I ever thought possible. Delirious with passion, I howled an animalistic cry that I never knew I was capable of as my cock erupted into her sweet depths. My cock pumped with a ferocity I’d never known, it felt as though my balls were purging a lifetime of pent up seed into Linda’s hungry cunt, and indeed I came longer and harder than I thought possible. Linda begged for more, her hand had snuck up and was squeezing my balls hard, just to the edge of too hard, trying to milk every milligram of cum from me.
We collapsed together on the bed, my stiff cock still stuffed inside her now sloppy pussy, and laid there panting and swearing. Eventually my cock softened and I slid out, a sizable pool of sloppy sex had formed on the bed beneath Linda’s pussy. Linda was drifting off to sleep, and I kissed her and told her to relax, I was going to take a walk.
Dressed, I left the room quietly and began to wander. For awhile I thought about nothing, just enjoying the relaxed cruise atmosphere, until I casually walked past the dining room. Here I suddenly thought about last night, about our dinner mates Mark and Tara, and about my swinger fantasies. I also remembered that I had mentally promised myself that I would approach them, for better or worse, because if on the off chance they were thinking the same as I was I didn’t want to waste another minute.
I found Mark and Tara’s room and gave the door a quick rap. After a long pause it opened wide and I was struck by a dynamite vision of Tara. She stood before me in a loosely secured bathrobe and she smiled devilishly at me. Her robe was barely tied and her enormous tits were barely covered. I could see, I tried not to look too much but I couldn’t help myself, the outside edges of two large, brown areola on each mound along with a veritable cavern of delectable cleavage.
“Oh, hi Tom, what’s up?” she asked. Her short blond hair was disheveled and she stared at me with obvious desire as she spoke. I had been nervous about knocking on the door, I almost chickened out, but the sight of Tara had strengthened my resolve.
“Well, I was hoping to talk to you and Mark about something,” I said, letting my eyes drop to her mountainous chest and no longer making an attempt to hide it.
“C’mon in and sit down,” she said. I did, passing close to her luscious body, and as I drifted past I smelled the distinct scent of cum on her breath. I took a seat on the tiny cabin couch.
“Where’s Mark?” I asked.
“Oh, he went to some golf activity thing, I was just going to take a shower while he was gone.”
“I can come back later, when you‘re both around…”
“Nonsense,” Tara cut me off and took a seat on the couch next to me. She crossed her legs and her robe slid apart, revealing her smooth and mouth watering skin. She was essentially naked from the waist down, only her crossed leg obstructing my view of anything x-rated. “I can speak for Mark, what’s up?”
“I…” oh shit, I hadn’t thought this far ahead! I had been so wrapped up in whether or not I should approach Mark and Tara, that I hadn’t really considered what I should say! “Would you two like to come by and have some drinks this evening?” That was the best I could think of.
Tara was on to me, she gave me a knowing look and chuckled. “You could have asked us that at dinner, Tom. Why are you really here?” As she asked she slid her left hand along her body lightly, her fingers gently tugged at her robe but her eyes stayed on me.
“We just…. Well, I just…” I stammered, my nerves were breaking. Tara laughed a little.
“Tom, I know what you want.”
“What?”
“Mark and I are thinking the same thing.” As she said this she slid her robe back slowly, exposing one of her massive tits. She had the largest areola I’d ever seen, the width of a softball, with a tiny hard nipple in the middle. Her legs uncrossed and I saw the top of her shaved mound.
I was speechless. My dreams were coming true and I didn’t even know how to handle it.
“I need you to say it, Tom. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
My cock had sprung to life and I was certain I could’ve had Tara right then, but I wanted to save it for tonight. I stood up, obviously readjusting my bulge, and smiled at Tara.
“Just join us for drinks tonight. Oh, and Linda doesn’t know anything about this yet, so we three will have to convince her nicely.” I winked at Tara and made for the door. She just smiled and pinched her little nipple before pulling the robe back and saying she’d see us at dinner.
When I returned to our cabin Linda was showering and I joined her. We relaxed for the afternoon and the anticipation of tonight’s activities made the day drag on endlessly. When it came time for dinner I was nearly shaking with excitement, but I knew I couldn’t rush things too much. I wanted Linda to ease into it, and to let a considerable amount of alcohol soak in, to make sure everything went smoothly.
Dinner was pleasant and Mark and Tara were very good at playing it cool, acting like nothing was up their sleeves, and it made me wonder if they hadn’t done this before. We made it through three bottles of wine during dinner and Linda was noticeably tipsy. The four of us hit it off very well, which was obviously very important, and Linda and Tara both expressed the desire to spend the rest of the evening together.
Mark and Tara were pros, I was convinced, because as we got up and made our way to the rear deck to enjoy some fruity drinks and the Caribbean sunset, I watched as Tara playfully touched and caressed Linda. Their hands met multiple times, fingers twining together for only a moment, with each laugh or giggle I saw Tara’s hand placed gently on Linda’s lower back and I watched it fall and settled just on the top of Linda’s round ass before Tara finished laughing and removed it. None of this seemed to phase Linda, and in fact she too playfully brushed and squeezed Tara’s arms or hands, though I don’t think she was flirting on purpose.
I pulled Mark aside and asked him what the plan was, because I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Be patient, buddy, this is a process. Tara knows what she’s doing,” he winked at me and laughed. “Just play along and keep it casual, she’ll come ‘round. Oh, and we’re going to take you to a club after the sun goes down. It’s a cool place, and I think that’s when we’ll see the fireworks fly.”
“Which club?” I asked. I had looked through the ship’s map and seen a couple of bars and dance clubs, which weren’t exactly Linda’s cup of tea.
“You’ve never heard of it,” Mark said with a sly smile. Before I could probe further the girls dragged us to the deck bar and we were enveloped in bubbly conversation. At one point, lounging in deck chairs as a miraculously orange and gold sunset lit the water on fire, the conversation turned explicit. We were all telling funny stories and entertaining each other, and Tara told a story about a trip she and Mark had taken to Hawaii. Tara crafted the story perfectly, managing to convey a steamy sex adventure with her husband without using crass language or lurid details.
The climax of the story was Tara revealing that there was a young, beautiful couple staying in the same resort and through some plot twists that would be unbelievable if we weren’t half-drunk, both couples wound up sneaking off to have wild marital fun in the same remote island location, and a wholly unbelievable but fantastic sounding four-way swinging episode followed. Tara didn’t give any naughty details, only to say that the two couples “had more fun than you can imagine!” and that it was the best vacation of their adult lives. Linda was enraptured and, being forward only because of the alcohol, eagerly asked Tara to explain. Linda’s face went red and she sat back sheepishly when she realized she had blurted out a desire to have Tara describe an orgy.
Tara, always one step ahead, placed a playful hand on Linda’s bare knee, slipping it about an inch up her skirt ever-tastefully, and said “honey, it was beyond words.” Linda’s eyes flared at Tara’s soft touch and I knew that a thought had flew quickly through Linda’s mind, she probably dismissed it mere milliseconds after it arrived, but for a moment she had thought exactly what I’d been thinking for two days.
Mark smiled and averted any awkwardness by suggesting that we move to a club he and Tara really wanted to show us. They led us down to the lowest decks, crew quarters, and I asked where we were going. We navigated a maze of hallways and finally stopped at a dark and heavy-looking door with a sign warning in many languages that the area was dangerous and off-limits to passengers. Mark took a moment to explain.
“This is a family-friendly cruise, wholesome and all that, but the cruiseline knows that some people like some more… entertainment. So this club isn’t exactly advertised, and it wouldn’t go over very well the public if they knew about it, but if you’ve ever wondered how these cruise ships make so much money, look no further.” I was still confused and I could see Linda was too, though Tara had a wide smile on her face.
Mark gave the door a single knock and a peep-hole no bigger than a baseball slid open. Mark smiled and produced a large wad of cash. I looked on in amazement as Mark put the money, all hundreds, through the hole and some figure beyond snatched it.
“Jesus, that had to be a few grand!” I said.
Mark smiled, “you can get us tomorrow.”
The door creaked open and we were ushered into a dimly lit hallway. I recognized the man behind the door, it was our room steward, but he said nothing and motioned for us to follow him. The dark hallway twisted some more and went down one more flight of stairs until we reached another heavy door. At this point I could hear music, obviously the thumping beat of hip-hop or dance, through the door. Our steward gave a succession of knocks on the door and we could hear it being unlocked from inside. Linda and I were both speechless when it opened.
Inside we saw what could only be described as a strip club, but it was the most impressive strip club I’d ever seen (not that I’d seen many, but the few I had always seemed dirty). The place was cozy, with comfortable looking booths lining the walls and each booth’s table was a small stage complete with a pole and enough room for explicit dancing. There was also a dance floor in the center that was not meant for performances but for interactive dancing.
There were about ten passengers dancing on the dance floor, clinging tight to each other and unabashedly groping their partners, and among the passengers we saw a handful of strippers dancing along with them, joining couples or just grabbing people and grinding. A few booths were occupied but there were still a handful vacant, and at each occupied booth a solo dancer performed for the seated guests. Suddenly I realized what I was seeing and I nearly fainted: these weren’t ordinary strippers, these were the cast and crew of the ship! First I noticed, on the dance floor grinding against some middle aged man, the voluptuous singer from the jazz show last night. I recognized a few of the others, too, including a waitress from the dining room and a housekeeper from the deck below ours. I had noticed how the female help on the ship was almost entirely young and beautiful and now I was starting to understand why.
Another striking thing about this club was that it was, by the very nature of the cruise industry, exotic. Because the assembled crew of the ship is a mish-mosh of nationalities, the dancers were not only beautiful but foreign. I noticed Asian women from multiple countries, a dynamite Latina with a round and swinging ass that was hypnotizing, and a young Russian girl with bright pale skin and the silkiest looking blonde pussy hair I’d ever seen.
Mark and Tara led us in and a handsome young man directed us to a corner booth that was plenty separate from the rest of the show. The music highlighted the atmosphere perfectly; it was loud enough to dance to but also somehow managed to remain in the background enough that conversations were comfortable.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, my name is Vladimir and if there is anything you require this evening, please do not hesitate to ask.” Tara and Linda sat in the recess of the curved booth, Mark and I on the outsides next to our respective wives. Tara slipped in very close to Linda and Mark and I squeezed up close to our wives, so the four of us were quite cozy even though there was plenty of room.
We ordered a round of drinks and after Vlad handed them out he spoke again. “So, if you are interested I have a few girls who are available for private entertainment tonight. I also have a fine selection of gentlemen if you’d care for them, as well.”
Mark spoke up. “Why don’t we see the ladies, please, and we’ll take whichever one she chooses,” he pointed to Linda, who blushed and tried to object but Vlad was off before she said a word. When he returned he was followed by three women, each dressed in some kind of skimpy, tight dress. The first was a red headed girl who introduced herself as Sveta from Belorussia. Sveta had perky tits and was very skinny, and she had a lovely smile along with a bubbly personality. The second girl was Renee, a lovely French girl who I recognized as a Guest Services desk attendant. She was beautiful, a face that could be in magazines, and she had long hair that was impossibly dark and smooth. She was also thin but the tight dress showed off a trim physique. The final girl was African, from Cameroon, and introduced herself as ‘Julie’ though I got the impression that was her Anglicized name. She was blacker than black, the darkest skin I’d ever seen, and she had a unique body. She looked strong and feminine at the same time, she was tall and muscular, not like a body builder but she looked solid nonetheless. She had large, heaving breasts that stretched the tiny dress to its limits, and she had thick but not fat legs that led up to what looked to be a dynamite round ass. She spoke confidently and looked at each of us with intensity.
We ogled each woman for a minute, my cock rising steadily, and Linda made her decision. We all loved her choice.
Vladimir led Sveta and Renee away and Julie sauntered up to the table. “Please,” she said to us, her thickly accented words dripping with sexuality, “enjoy yourselves.”
Julie drifted over to Mark and asked him to unzip the back of her dress. After he did she climbed onto the table and began to slowly sway with the music. We were all entranced by her, Linda included, and I noticed Tara had taken the opportunity to melt against my wife. Tara and Linda each had an arm around the other, and Tara’s large breasts were pressed up firmly against the side of Linda’s. I saw Tara’s other hand, placed high on Linda’s thigh, gently stroking up and down.
Julie was out of her dress and teasing us, obscuring our view of her mountainous tits her arm, when I looked around the room. To my surprise, things had changed some since we first entered. Some people still danced on the dance floor, but passionate groping had led to public nudity and the beginnings of lurid sex. The jazz singer was on her knees and was lovingly lapping at the ball sack of the middle aged man, his cock was glistening and had certainly been made wet by her mouth. The dancer at the nearest booth I could see was sitting on the table and had her legs spread wide to her audience, and I saw each patron had a hand sliding up her legs and exploring her naked pussy. I began to wonder if there was going to be more to Julie’s act than just dancing.
I was right. Julie had lost her dress and the mouth watering thong that disappeared between her delicious looking ass cheeks, and had now singled out Linda for attention. She was on all fours and was crawling slowly towards my wife, and Linda was clearly drowning in lust. Mark was the first to touch Julie, I saw his hand caress and squeeze her tits and then ass as she crawled by. When Julie reached Linda they were face to face, nearly touching, and I saw Julie whisper something I couldn’t hear. A moment later, Julie sat up slightly and squeezed her tits together, taking both large nipples in her fingers and pinching them towards Linda. Linda responded by leaning down and taking a nipple in her mouth, sucking furiously, and licking the African’s massive tits.
My cock was throbbing as I watched my wife with another woman for the first time. Tara joined her by clamping her lips down on Julie’s other nipple, and Mark and I reveled in watching our wives suck hungrily on two beautiful tits.
Julie sat back and the wives released. Immediately Tara locked Linda in a passionate kiss and I knew we were off and running. Tara’s hands started working over Linda, squeezing her tits and caressing her legs. Mark had pulled Julie to him and was now himself indulging in her heavenly mounds. I could sit still no longer, so I joined Tara and began to hungrily take in my wife.
Linda’s blouse was open in no time and she alternated between kissing Tara and I. Whichever one wasn’t kissing her bent down and sucked hard on her tits, and Linda was rocking with pleasure. I took advantage of the situation by letting my hand wander over and take in fantastic touches of Tara’s body. Tara responded by rubbing my cock roughly through my pants as she sucked on Linda’s tits. When Linda saw this she looked at me with sudden surprise.
“We’re going to fuck them, baby, Mark and Tara,” I said to her.
“No, I don’t…” she started, trying to form an objection as Tara bit gently on her nipples.
“It wasn’t a question, Linda,” I said and I looked at her firmly, not with any malice, but with determined eyes that reminded Linda who was in charge. After a long minute she nodded slowly and sunk back, enjoying the pleasure Tara was administering.
I heard Mark thank Julie for the performance but tell her that it was just going to be the four of us this evening. Julie smiled and said maybe another night then, and squeezed Mark’s bulge firmly before dismounting and bidding us good evening.
Tara said something to Linda and them smiled at both of us. Mark sat back, knowing what was coming I suppose, and our wives slid off seat and under the table. There was some unseen shuffling below and then I felt a hand take firm grasp of my cock. I looked down and knew without a doubt it was Tara’s hand, so when Mark began to moan with pleasure I knew my wife was giving it to him.
Tara wanted my cock, she had made it pretty clear by now, and she freed it from its prison in no time. It stood proudly before her and I heard her swear softly before I felt my cock being devoured by warmth. Tara’s mouth was magnificent, she was a more experienced and eager sucker than Linda, and she dove onto my cock with a passion I’d never felt.
I reached below the table and grabbed two handfuls of her soft blonde hair. I held her strong, my hips bucking with her, and I felt her throat open eagerly and bottom lip hit my balls. I hoped Linda was giving Mark pleasure, because I knew she wasn’t this good at blowjobs, but he was breathing heavy and urging her on, so I knew if nothing else she was trying.
If Tara kept up sucking me much longer I knew I would explode, but I didn’t want this to stop here. “Mark, can I fuck your wife?” I asked over the music.
“Only if I can fuck yours,” he said, his eyes never coming up from watching Linda suck.
“Deal,” I said. Tara gave me one final deep plunge before releasing and crawling out from beneath the table. We stood up and kissed deeply, and I saw Mark and Linda do much the same. I caught a glimpse of Mark’s package and knew Linda would have some fun. Mark’s cock was a bit shorter than mine but noticeably thicker, and mine isn’t thin, and Linda would be stretched like never before.
Mark spun Linda around and roughly bent her over the table. She looked at me with some hesitation, but I smiled and nodded confidently. Mark pulled up her skirt and dropped her panties, and Linda spread for him like a little slut. I saw her slick pussy for a moment before Mark quickly jammed his cock in. Linda moaned and resisted some, his girth catching her by surprise, before he landed balls deep and she screamed with pleasure.
Tara climbed onto the table next to Linda and laid on her back. She lifted her legs and quickly had her pussy free and ready. I freed her tits and dove onto them, the tip of my cock planting against her clit as I did. She shook and cried, and I rubbed and pushed her clit with my cock until I felt her juices flow. Tara’s soft blonde hair around her pussy that was now soaking wet, as was my cock, and I slid it down her slit and plunged into her cunt.
Tara held the edge of the table with both hands to keep herself firmly in place, and I squeezed both of her gorgeous tits as I fucked hard into her. Both women were delirious with pleasure; Linda was feeling her pussy stretched wider than she was used to, while Tara was experiencing a cock at depths Mark couldn’t reach. Mark and I hammered away, driven by intense lust, and soon both our wives were crying our names. Tara came first, my cock bouncing repeated off her g-spot, and soon my balls were dripping from her flooding juices.
Linda was beside herself. Her torso lay flat on the table and she was so wracked with pleasure she couldn’t stop herself from drooling. I soon remembered how I’d fantasized earlier about this moment and I knew I had to take advantage of it.
I leaned forward and kissed Tara, whispering a request in her ear. She nodded eagerly and I carefully exited her hot pussy. She slid off the table and I climbed up, kneeling in front of Linda’s face and pointing my glistening cock at her. I grabbed her by the hair and lifted her face, Mark was fucking her so good that her jaw was slack and her tongue hung out, and I assertively thrust my cock into her drooling mouth. Linda gagged when it hit her throat and her tongue lashed along it, not even intentionally but it still felt amazing.
“Can you taste my cum honey?” Tara asked wickedly. Linda just moaned and gagged as I held my pussy-soaked cock against her throat. Mark’s pumping had slowed and Linda tried to focus on accommodating me, but just as she eased open Tara fulfilled my request. Linda’s throat and mouth clamped hard, just shy of biting, when Tara’s two fingers bored into her clenching asshole. Mark roared with pleasure as Tara’s fingers worked him from within, and Linda moaned and cried as Tara stretched her still inexperienced ass.
Mark and I developed a rhythm and we began to fuck Linda at both ends. All three of us thrust at the same time, filling Linda to the max, and then easing off. Each time we thrust her eyes bulged and I felt her throat tighten. I knew her ass and pussy clenched too, and the three of us urged and cried for Linda to fuck us.
Finally Mark bottomed out and held himself deep with Linda. “Ah, I’m gonna cum in your wife’s pussy! Ahhhhh..” Mark rocked and cum pumped from him. Tara watched closely and moaned with lust. Suddenly, Linda’s entire body twitched and convulsed and Mark screamed hard as her pussy clamped down on his spewing cock in an intense orgasm of her own.
The fulfillment of my fantasy was making me dizzy and I could hold no longer. I arched up and fired, cumming thunderously into Linda’s twitching throat. She choked and gagged as I erupted and thick strands of cum poured from her lips and pooled on the table. I was lost in ecstasy and came for what felt like years. Linda failed to swallow any of it, and when I finally pulled free her face crashed down and splashed in a pool of cum and saliva.
Mark and Tara cuddled on the seat and I slumped on the table, satisfied beyond belief. Linda was motionless, nearly passed out, cum bubbling up around her mouth with each breath, and thick wads of Mark’s sperm running down her legs.
I had to carry Linda back to our room that night., but all four of us agreed before parting that we were going to have a fun week ahead of us.

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My Mother In Law

I’m a twenty six year old white male and I’ve been married for four years. I met my wife, Trish in college and we hit it off from the first second we saw each other. I get along great with her parents and am good friends with her two brothers. My wife is about five foot six and has a great body. Our sex life is good, we do it about three times a week but so far it’s just been pretty strait sex, nothing too adventurous. I love my wife but sometimes I’d like to do something a little kinky and she won’t even talk about it.
My mother and father in law are nice people but they always seem to be fighting about something. He is a workaholic that spends lots of time on the road and when he’s home he is always in the garage working on some project or out at a local bar with his friends. My mother in law stays at home and keeps the house, going out from time to time to do some work for the church. She is very attractive with a body like Dolly Parton, a thin waist, nice legs and ass and absolutely enormous breasts. My wife tells me that in order to wear a two piece bathing suit she has to buy two suits, one for the top and one for the bottom. I don’t know where my wife gets her petite little breasts from but is sure isn’t her mom.
The family gets together every year for Thanksgiving and the guys all go to the local high school football game after dinner. My wife and I usually stay home and help her mom clean up but this year her brothers talked her into going with them. I had no interest in going so I stayed home and helped with the cleanup.
After everyone had gone, her mom and I began doing the dishes.
“Who would have thought that so few people could make so many dirty dishes” I asked
“Welcome to my world” her mom said giving me her biggest smile.
“I’ll wash and you dry” she said taking up her place in front of the sink.
After about five minutes of meaningless conversation the subject somehow got around to Trish and my sex life.
“Trish tells me that you keep asking her to do some exotic things in bed”
“I don’t know if I’d call them exotic, just something different” I said, kind of embarrassed with the subject.
“She tells me you have a very big penis and is worried you could hurt her” she said not taking her eyes off of the dishes.
I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there until she finally looked over and smiled.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed” she said “You should be proud of your big cock” she said looking down at my crotch. “Does talking about it make you hard” she asked reaching down and putting her hand on the bulge in my pants. She moved closer to me and began to rub her hand up and down the outside of my pants making a spot on my crotch with her wet hands. I closed my eyes and just stood there as my cock grew to a full erection.
“Oh yes you have a very big cock” she said as she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear over my ass. My dick was standing at attention and I opened my eyes as my mother in law was dropping to her knees in front of me with one of her hands wrapped around my cock and the other busy unbuttoning her blouse. She stroked me a few times then started kissing and licking the tip before putting it into her mouth. I placed my hands on her head and pushed her down till a good half of my member was sliding in and out of her mouth. She had finished removing her blouse and so I reached down and removed the four snaps on her bra. It fell to the floor and her two enormous tits burst free. I reached down and squeezed them and pinched her now very hard nipples and this seemed to make her crazy. She moaned loudly and began stroking and sucking on my cock like it was her last meal. This went on for a minute or two when she stopped and stood up pushing me into one of the kitchen chairs. She pulled down her skirt and panties and was standing in front of me in just her shoes.
“I want that big cock inside me” she said as she moved forward, grabbed my cock and positioned it at her pussy entrance. I looked down and could see that there was pussy juice running down her leg so I knew lubrication wouldn’t be a problem as she eased down onto my lap pushing my cock deep into her.
“Oh yes” she said as she put her full weight onto my lap and buried my prick all the way inside her. She moved up and down slowly at first and then picked up speed as I watched her tits bounce in front of my eyes. I was squeezing her ass with both hands and thrusting up to meet her as she came down on top of me and I could feel my cock hitting against her cervix. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and started to suck and bite on the erect nipple. This drove her over the edge and she started to shake all over.
“I’m cumming” she said as her pussy tightened around my cock and I could feel the juice running out onto my lap. This sent me over the top and I shot stream after stream of cum deep in her pussy.
She sat there for a minute or two having little spasms every few seconds and then she got of my lap and onto her knees sucking all of our mutual cum off of my cock. When I was totally clean she looked up at me and smiled.
“Are you ready for round two” she asked
“Round Two” I said looking down at her
“You keep tilling my daughter that you want to try something kinky so I thought you might like to put that big cock of yours into your mother in laws ass.” She said with an evil smile.
Just the mention of fucking her ass made my dick jump and she looked down at it and smiled.
“I see you like the idea” she said as she began stroking and sucking my cock to another full erection. Once I was hard again she got up and bent over the kitchen table and said “use some of the cum that’s dripping out of my pussy and lube me up before you put that monster in me”
I reached down and ran two fingers along her pussy picking up a large amount of cum than pushed both fingers into her ass. They moved in and out very easily and so I proceeded to stick the head of my cock into her, now well lubed, ass.
“OH yes that feels soooo good” she said “Go slow till I get used to it” she added as I started to push and pull my cock in and out of her ass. After several strokes my cock was buried deep in her ass and she was moving back and forth with me.
“OH God that feels good. Fuck my ass hard now Fuck me Fuck me” she said as I pounded in and out of her ass.
“You’re cock is so fucking big. Come on and fuck your mommy good baby. Give it to me you mother fucker” she yelled as I reached around and grabbed her tits squeezing them and pinching her nipples hard. She started to shake all over and gave out a loud moan as she had, what must have been, a mind blowing orgasm. I kept pounding in and out of her till I felt my balls tighten and blew my load deep in her ass. I stayed lying on top of her till my dick started to shrink and it fell out of her ass. At that point I sat back down in the kitchen chair totally exhausted. My mother in law lifted herself off of the table and walked over to me. I could see the cum running down her legs as she bent over and kissed me on the lips for the first time. Our tongues met and we kissed passionately till she pulled away and sat back on my lap.
“Today is going to be our little secret but we can do it as often as you like. My husband doesn’t know how to satisfy me anymore and you can fulfill your kinky sex needs without Trish knowing.” And she kissed me again as I gently rubbed her clit until she came again.
This was the first of many happy Thanksgiving dinners.

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Road Trip part 12

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SLuT9 pt 13

Sorry about forgetting this story ive decided to finish posting it by jefferson from wolfpub

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A mother in law dilemma PART TWO

Despite the first part of my story not being especially well received I have nonetheless decided to submit part two
I hope those of you who enjoy my writings might enjoy and as always I will look forward to constructive comments
Over the following few days I had plenty of time to think long and hard about all that had happened. I tried, on any number of occasions to argue how none of it was my fault. In a sense I knew this to be true for it hadn’t been me who had instigated it yet, deep down I felt I was as much to blame for what had taken place for I knew, once started, I’d put up very little fight by way of stopping his seduction, made all the worse in the knowledge, despite my horror of it all, my actions had shown I had actually enjoyed it.
With hubby still working away I did my best to avoid both my son in law and daughter. I got up earlier than usual, leaving for work, before either of them had risen and arrived home earlier where I would take a quick shower before going off to visit one friend or another, returning late in the evening. It was simply my way of not having to face my daughter or more especially Andy for I had no idea how he, or for that matter I, would react.
On the third day I was busier at work than was usual. My boss asked me to produce a set of projection figures which I knew would take time. This saw me leave work around my more usual time. I arrived home and headed straight for my bedroom, the intention to shower and change quickly then make my way over to an already arranged meeting with a friend. As luck would have it, neither my daughter nor Andy were yet home. I showered then changed, slipping into a black poloneck jumper which I wore over a pair of jeans. I had just left my room and was passing my daughter’s and son in laws bedroom when the door swung open and Andy stepped out wearing just a pair of boxer briefs. he reached out and grabbed me by the arm.
“Not so quick Lindy! You’ve been avoiding me of late which is not what was agreed. I think it’s high time I had myself some more of that pussy.”
“No Andy! It’s not going to happen!” I argued. “Besides, I have to meet someone in a half hour.”
Just as had happened a few days before he took not the slightest notice of my objections.
“Well I’m afraid that’s one appointment you are going to be late for.” he told me as he stepped forward to press me against the galleried landing.
He slid a hand into my hair and twisting his fingers hard, pulled me into an embrace, He kissed me in that same rough manner of a few days before and while I tried to push him away it was all I could think of was, what had happened that day in the kitchen. By the time he eased me back I was breathing heavily and unbelievably, down between my legs I was aware the bastard had gotten me aroused.
“Stop this Andy!” I pleaded. “This can’t continue, besides which my daughter will be home any minute.” Again he took no notice of my pleas. Instead he reached down and began unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans where unbelievably, for reasons even now I can’t explain, I just stood there and let him. He pushed them from my hips until they were at half mast, down at my knees, leaving me in just my top and a pair of white knickers.
“That’s better!” he said. “Now turn around and bend over so I can fuck you! I know it’s what my little mum in law whore wants!”
I groaned out loud, horrified, not just that his crude choice of words were a reminder of a few days before, but that once again they were turning me on.
“Oh God! Make it quick!” I moaned, despite the awareness we were running the risk of being caught by my daughter who I was sure would arrive home at any moment. .
Moments later, with little finesse, he was rubbing himself up against my sodden, panty clad cunt, in effect teasing me. I heard myself moan then felt him ease back to pull my legs apart and knickers to one side. He pressed again, the head of his cock pressing against my swollen, pussy lips. I felt his hands grip my hips, he pushed forward again. This time he was in and pushing deep. I could hear myself groan as I felt all of him pushing into my sloppy hole. The sensation an instant reminder of the previous encounter. He reached forward to grab a hold of my breasts, fondling them roughly, until I could feel my nipples swell, pushing out firmly against my soft top in their desire to be abused once more by his rough hands. He plucked at them pinching them hard, enough that it hurt yet I was unable to rid myself of the notion this was what I wanted.
I tilted forward, my head over the bannister where I found myself looking towards the front door. He grabbed at each of my breasts where he began using them like a pair of reins as he started humping me hard against the galleried landing. .I was losing control and as much as I hated myself for what was happening to me, for what I was allowing to happen, deep down a huge part of me craved his crude attentions. I knew there and then, once more I was his for the taking.
As he thrust forward so I was now pushing back to meet him, my mind filled with the horror of that first time in the kitchen and yet here I was, allowing it to happen all over again.
Despite the anger, despite my shame my resistance was gone. I had no idea what was happening to me. What I was allowing him to do was completely contrary to my way of life, of everything I had ever known, yet here we were, the two of us grunting like animals, the carnal sounds alone bringing home the reality if what was truly taking place. Two supposedly mature, adults fucking just like a pair of teenagers might do.
As my ill mannered, brute of a son in law continued to have his way with me I cursed him over and over yet there was no denying, I’d never felt so alive and as much as I despised him, or for that matter myself, for what I was doing, I was hooked. I needed his cock. I needed it pounding in and out of my cunt.
“You bastard Andy! Stop! Please stop!” I cried, but like me, he knew my words carried no conviction. He pressed his face into my back as he pulled firmly on my tits, using them more than ever to bounce me back and forth onto his hard cock. Fuck! He was huge, I thought as time and time again he rammed me hard against the bannister.
It was just then I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He too had heard and he eased back leaving just the head of his cock inside my pussy. We both instantly knew, without the need to look, it was my daughter who’d pulled up outside, just as we both knew we needed to stop what we were doing before she walked in through the front door to catch us.
Outside I heard the car door slam.
“Ohh God! She’s back!” I moaned “Quick! Finish me off! Please!” I pleaded sure the tense situation would bring is both quickly to a climax. Instead he eased himself out and turning me around in his arms, dragged me across the landing, my jeans still at half mast, until we were just inside his bedroom, leaning against the open door. He kissed me hard, full on the lips before pressing me back against the door, his hands roaming all over my tits.
“Don’t go telling me what to do Lindy! I’ll be the one to decide when and where to finish you off!” He told me. He kissed me hard again then pressed his lips close to my ear. “Now go and meet whoever it is you planned to meet. Just remember, I’ll be ready to finish you off when you get home. Now tidy yourself up. We can’t have you looking like a slut for your daughter, can we?”
In his typical ill mannered way he practically pushed me out of his bedroom, onto the landing, closing the door behind leaving me to struggle with my jeans on the open landing as I heard my daughter’s key rattling in the lock. I barely had time to pull them up and make myself half presentable before the door opened. I made my way downstairs to greet my daughter, all the while aware down below my jeans were damp. my pussy squishy, all thanks to my brute of a son in law.
I kept the chat with my daughter brief, partly through guilt, partly the fear of her noticing my damp jeans. Truth was, I wanted to change but realised it might seem a little strange to do so. I left the house a few minutes later to meet with my friend.
When I arrived at the coffee house in town, where we;d arranged to meet, with much relief I saw she was with another of our friends. She’d gone through a number of changes in her life of late and had plenty to talk about which suited me well and for the most part, the two of them chatted while I sat and listened. I did of course join in from time to time but having the two of them there allowed me to mull over my own situation.
We left the coffee house some time later returning to my friends house to continue with catching up on events, though in fairness, it was more the two of them than me. It was just after ten when we said our goodbyes and I started my fifteen minute drive home, all the while fearful of Andy’s words, ‘He’d be ready for me on my arrival.’
The house was in darkness as I parked in the drive giving me hope the two of them were already in bed, yet making my way to the front door I still felt nervous as I placed my key quietly in the lock. The door swung open and sure enough the rooms were in darkness. I felt myself breath a sigh of relief with the idea I had escaped whatever it was Andy had in mind. I was about to take off my coat when a light flickered on in the lounge and that familiar voice drifted into the hallway.
“Did you enjoy your evening Lindy?” I heard him ask, leaving me frozen to the spot.
“Yeeees….” I stammered.
“Good! Then come here and tell me all about it.”
I looked up towards the stairs aware it was all I wanted to do was go to my room and climb into bed but my feet seemed to have a will of their own and started to head towards the lounge. I stood there, facing him, wondering, not for the first time, just what I was letting myself in for.
“Take off your coat!” he told me.
All I wanted to do was go up to my room to bed, yet I found myself complying, removing my coat and laying it over the back of the sofa. I remained standing, facing him, feeling awkward, aware of his eyes burning into my body.
“You look good Lindy. I like how you’re dressed. I especially like that sexy top you’re wearing.” he told me, referring to the close fitting poloneck. “It fits that body of yours like a glove. Perfect for those lovely tits of yours. Did you have a good time?” he asked.
“Yes!” I replied, where despite his crude comment I was half hoping we might simply have a straightforward conversation.
“And have you been thinking of me?” he prompted.
The reality was, despite meeting with my two friends and catching up, my whole situation had been on my mind all evening, yet I wasn’t about to admit as much. “No!” I lied.
“That’s a shame.” he responded. “Because I’ve been thinking about you.”
My tummy churned as again I could feel his eyes looking me up and down. I was more than a little conscious on how they seemed to dwell on my breasts. I watched as he leaned further back into the sofa where he started to stroke a hand back and forth over his crotch. I wanted to look away but my eyes were drawn to his actions where I could already see a bulge beginning to form.
“Yes! I’ve been thinking about you a good deal. Thinking about what we’d be getting up to when you got home.”
“Where’s…..” I started to say, looking around.
“Your daughter? She’s in bed and I’d say, sound asleep by now.” he interrupted, quick to anticipate my question.
“Andy! This really has to stop. This is going nowhere!” I pleaded.
“Well I guess that’s a matter of opinion!” he remarked. “But sure, if that’s what you want, feel free. Though before you do it might be wise to think what your daughter might think when she discovers her own mother has been coming on to me.”
“Oh God! That’s not true!” I moaned. I stood there shocked, contemplating the notion he’d tell my daughter such a thing. I had no idea how to respond. His hand was still stroking back and forth over his crotch and as much as I wanted to resist the thoughts running through my head, his lewd action simply served as a reminder of what he’d done to me earlier, His threat too hadn’t helped and I tried to convince myself this was the reason I was still standing there but deep down I knew, I couldn’t help but stand and watch what he was doing to himself amazed someone my age could be the attention for his arousal. When he next spoke it was as if he had read my mind.
“Yes Lin! Take a good look, because this is all your doing. I’ve been hard all night thinking of you.”
I watched as his fingers began undoing his zip. He slid a hand inside and eased out a half erect cock and wrapping his fist around it, began stroking it up and down. Once more I felt appalled by the obscenity of it all yet there seemed nothing I could do but stand there and watch.
“You should feel honored Lin. It’s not everyone I’d do this for.” he told me.
“Honored? It disgusts me. You disgust me!” I almost spat, for once pleased I was able to object to what he was doing.
He laughed. “That’s choice coming from you Lin. It didn’t seem to disgust you earlier, or the other day. In fact I’d say it was more like you couldn’t get enough. of me”
I bit down hard on my lip aware there was more than a little truth in what he was saying. I hated myself, now more than ever that I’d stooped to something so low.
“Drop your jeans Lindy then sit down over there on the sofa. I want you to play with yourself just like I’m doing for you.” he ordered.
The very idea was preposterous. For the briefest of moments I thought of doing what I knew to be right, turning and heading upstairs for bed but as quickly as the thought entered my head it was tarnished with his threat he might choose to tell my daughter of what had been going on. Instead, my mind arguing I was doing this for her I looked down at my own hands, almost daze like as they started to undo my jeans. Moments later, for the second time that day, they were at half mast, down at my knees. I hobbled backward toward the sofa where I sat, for the moment at least, unmoving.
“Do it Lindy! I want to watch you play with that married cunt for me. Maybe even think of your hubby as you do it.”
My head was spinning. As much as I was aware a part of me wanted to resist I couldn’t. There on the sofa, watching my son in law opposite stroking his cock, I was gripped by the memories of what I’d already allowed to happen. Worse still, thanks to my own lack of willpower, I knew I was about to succumb once more to a sexual need which until a few days ago, I never knew existed. The previous memories continued to flood back and with them, thoughts of resisting seemed futile. I watched myself as I slid a hand down between my legs, touching a finger against the crotch of my white knickers. I closed my eyes, unable to believe how absurdly erotic and sensual it was to be doing something so disgusting and in front of all people, my son in law.
“That’s better!” he said. I heard movement and opened my eyes to see he’d risen and was crossing the space between us. As he did, his huge erect cock bounced too and fro, the sight alone enough to stir my loins to the point my fingers were soon rubbing the panty fabric harder than ever against my pussy lips.
He sat next to me on the sofa and closing my eyes I could sense him watching my every move, A whole host of feelings washed over me. Shame, humiliation, guilt yet for all that it was the erotic thrill and with it a kind of alluring power I was the centre for his attention which took control. My fingers continued to work themselves firmly up and down my hidden cunt lips.
“Damn I never realised how hot and sexy you were Lin!” He whispered into my ear. “Far more of a woman than your daughter. Believe me, I won’t be tiring of you anytime soon.”
His words sent shivers coursing through my body. Though horrified with the suggestion his plans for me were long term, I nevertheless felt a perverse sense of pleasure with the idea he found me more of a woman than my daughter, never mind hot and sexy. I eased open my legs a little more, partly to keep his attention, partly to allow my fingers inside my knickers. I didn’t need telling how obscene my actions must look, sat there on the sofa.
“That’s it Lin! Show me what a dirty bitch you are for me! Finger fuck that married cunt while I have fun with these heavenly tits of yours.”
He pushed a hand over my left breast and plucked hard at the nipple bringing a gasp to my lips and an instant response from the nipple itself. He did it a second time, harder still. With it came a reminder of what had happened previously and how different his brutish manner was compared to that of my husband’s. He repeated his actions with my right breast, where if anything, his thumb and finger applied even more force. It hurt, there was no disputing that yet the effect, after the initial pain, seemed to radiate a surreal, perverse sense of pleasure all the way down to my pussy. It was a mix I found hard to resist.
“Oh my God!” I moaned, letting slip my arousal.
He continued, plucking, taking turns with each breast while my own fingers, seemingly with a mind of their own, foraged deeper.
“Damn! I love this top Lindy!” he said as he adjusted his position to place a hand over each breast. “It gives these tits of yours the perfect shape. In fact, from now on you’re going to be wearing tops like this more often for me.” he remarked as each hand pushed in opposite directions, pulling my breasts apart one moment, squashing them back together the next. He did it again, pressing the soft fabric firmly into my breasts, his fingers mauling, kneading like a chef might knead a measure of dough. I laid back against the sofa reminded of a few days before and of how it was he’d treated me. It was no different now to how it’d been then. He was using me. I knew as much but somewhere, deep down, I loved it. I was amazed his rough, arrogant manner could turn me on so much.
He pushed and pulled at my breasts, mauled and kneaded with his fingers. I lay there, growing more and more receptive to each touch, to everything and anything he might want to do. He leant forward and began kissing and sucking on a set of, by then, pouty nipples, more than ripe for his attentions where by now, with seemingly little effort my arrogant son in law had me just where he wanted. To my shame I pulled him close as I thought about what he had done to me a few days earlier in my own kitchen. Now here I was once more, reveling in his rough, sordid approach. My moans and groans flowed freely, if quietly from my lips.
“You bastard! Why can’t you leave me alone?” I whimpered.
He eased back from sucking on my nipples.
“Because you and I both know it’s what you want!”
I looked down to see the soft fabric around each of my nipples was now damp from his oral ministrations. It struck me then, my daughter too would have witnessed as much had she chosen that moment to put in an appearance, This thought alone should have been enough for me to put a stop to what was happening instead, just like his rough and arrogant manner, just like his crude choice of words, incredibly, the idea my daughter might witness for herself what he was doing, served only to excite me all the more. “Damn you! Suck them! Bite them!” I moaned as I pulled him back down against my body. The bastard needed no second bidding, taking turns to suck and nibble on each, switching quickly from one to the other, his fingers were practically clawing at my breasts in his desire to both arouse and abuse me. When he finally pulled back some minutes later my breasts were heaving, thanks to a pair of lungs now gasping for air.
I lay back against the sofa attempting to catch my breath as he edged backward then down until he was knelt on the floor between my legs. I watched as he reached forward to remove my hand which had been present between my legs the whole while. For a second, he held my slippery fingers to his nose, scenting an aroma that I was sure already filled the room. He flicked out his tongue to taste the sticky sheen. then opening his mouth, sucked on each finger, one at a time, cleaning them of my juices. The act was lewd but again, simply watching him enjoying my juices added to my already aroused state.
“Damn! If your pussy isn’t the best I’ve ever tasted!” he told me.
It was yet another obscene compliment yet as crude as it was it was a huge turn on to be told my fifty year old pussy more than exceeded his expectations.
The next moment I felt his hands slide to the back of my calves, just below my knees where he began pulling me forward. pulling me towards the sofa edge. He released his grip on my calves then reached up to take a hold of my panties. He pulled at the elasticated waistband tugging them down until they were stretched from knee to knee and where for a second time in a matter of days my pussy was now completely on view for him.
It felt squalid, shameful, both as a wife and mother I should be playing a part in such things, yet there was no denying, the thrill of exposing myself was intensely exciting. I lifted a leg, thinking he was going to remove my panties completely but he clearly hadn’t planned as much. Pressing a hand on each knee he spread my legs apart, causing my knicker elastic to stretch to tearing point.
“That will do just fine!” he told me, as he leaned forward towards my now exposed pussy. I could feel his warm breath against my pussy lips, followed quickly by his tongue as it flicked across my swollen clit to send a delicious, almost electric charge pulsing through my body.
“Oh my God! Oh Stop! ……..Nooo! What if……….?” was all I managed to say before he cut me short with an answer again anticipating my question.
“She’s asleep. She won’t come down and even if she does, there’s nothing could stop me seeing to this sexy, wet cunt. As I’ve said before, I’ve no plans giving you up anytime soon.”
I whimpered out loud, the very suggestion he was prepared to carry on even if my daughter were to come down, ringing in my ears. He leant forward once more, this time dragging his tongue upward along my slit, all the way up to my clit. I whinnied and whined as he held there, sucking my clit in and out of his mouth, sending pulse after ecstatic pulse radiating outward.
It was pure instinct that I reached forward to press down on the back of his head. As I did, I couldn’t help but think of his words once more. The very notion he wouldn’t have stopped even if my daughter came down. My God! Her own mother! I should have felt appalled, instead, the very idea turned me on all the more, to the point I started to imagine the shock written across her face at discovering her mother, acting like a slut. These thoughts and any number of other scenarios came thick and fast and there seemed nothing I could do to prevent them. For all the guilt and shame being played back and forth in my head, I knew he was right, that this was indeed what I wanted, and right then, more than anything I could have imagined. I pushed down with both hands eager to smother his face with my slick pussy lips.
“Ohhh God! Do it! Make me cum!” I begged.
“Trust me.” he said, pulling away. “I have every intention of doing just that. This married cunt is now mine!” he told me.
Cursing at his crude words we both knew it was little more than an act. His hands moved upward, sliding beneath the cheeks of my arse where his fingers began kneading at my flesh, I did nothing to stop him. Why would I when he’d promised me a climax. Indeed, my own hands pressed him down once more where he continued to dine. I wriggled and squirmed beneath him, my mind accelerated, struggling to suppress thoughts of my daughter while selfishly wanting my son in law to prolong this moment forever.
He licked and kissed and nibbled on my cunt like a man enjoying a last meal. I bucked beneath him, feverish for more. The sensation was incredible. I simply couldn’t get enough. My body twisted and turned in my erotic desire to have my brute of a son in law feast on my married cunt. “Oh God! Eat me out.” I cried. My need to have him make me cum overpowering. I pushed down harder, in truth, wanting to wrap my legs around his head, but prevented from doing so by a pair of knickers, still stretched from knee to knee.
I tried hard to hold back my cries of pleasure, fearful my daughter would hear but as his tongue prodded and probed between bouts of sucking my clit, it was a struggle I was fast beginning to lose.
“Oh my God! Yes! Ohhh fuck that feels so good! Do it! Do it harder! Shove that tongue up my cunt! Make me cum you dirty bastard!” I cried as I continued to crudely fuck my married pussy onto his face.
Then suddenly, there it was. It had been threatening for minutes and now, from deep within I could feel the heat of my orgasm building quickly. For the briefest of moments my pussy. along with the whole of my body, seemed to freeze rigid, even my vocal chords seemed strangled, my encouraging pleas choked off by the impending orgasm which hit seconds later. The orgasm took hold and erupted, washing over me with a pleasure I can’t even begin to describe. My body twisted and jerked as the juices began spilling from my cunt lips. I gripped the sofa hard, trying to hold on. Down below I had the sense of him feverishly lapping at my juices but it seemed I was no longer in the real world. I was too far gone to care. Once again this brute of a man had shown how easily he could bring me to climax.
Again and again my pussy spasmed, releasing it’s liquid treasure for both his and my delight. It was all I could do was lay there, reveling in the afterglow of an orgasm that had surpassed all others.
I lay there, my heart beating hard, my chest heaving as I tried to regain some composure. Suddenly, just as I thought it was all over, his tongue rasped across my swollen, tender clit. The sensation indescribable. Electric, intense, like nothing I had ever encountered before. The whole of my body shook as my clit itself went into spasm. I screamed, I was sure I did, while my pussy reacted in the only way it could, erupting with a second, even more violent orgasm. I looked down where for the first time in my life I saw my pussy physically squirting it’s nectar.
The whole of my body continued to tremble and shake. I reached down in an attempt at trying to push him away, my clit now so sensitive I was unable to bear anymore of this intolerable pleasure, but he was having none of it. He held me down where each time he flicked and drew his tongue across my throbbing clit my body convulsed from the extreme pleasure. Now, even my thighs had started to spasm.
“Oh Fuck! Stop! Please Stop!” I begged. My body was physically trembling when he finally relented and eased back.
I lay there, fighting to catch breath, my .eyes closed, my body on fire. When I opened my eyes it was to see he was leaned back on his haunches. I looked upward, towards the landing, terrified my cries of pleasure would have roused my daughter, relieved to see no signs of light which I took as an indication she was still asleep in her room. My gaze fell on his. I could see the sheen of my own juices evident on his face. His almost derogatory grin served only as a reminder of what we’d just done. For the umpteenth time I felt shame at how I’d done nothing to stop him. Yet truth was, how could I. when it seemed he could so easily arouse my most carnal desires.
He reached forward and placing a hand on each, began playing with my breasts once more, teasing a set of nipples still extremely sensitive from my most recent, violent orgasm.
“Fuck! You juice up well Lindy!” he told me. “In fact I’d say hubby hasn’t been doing his job properly. Has he?”
The mere mention of my hubby again filled my mind with guilt. I attempted to suppress these thoughts by trying to find reasons to justify what I had allowed to happen, even though I knew there were none.
“Not to worry Lindy.” he continued, his words snapping me from my thoughts. “By the time I’ve finished with you tonight, there’ll be only be one cock you’ll ever want. You certainly won’t be thinking about hubby’s any longer!”
I was appalled by his arrogance. That he should even suggest such a thing. It was as if he thought it easy to cast aside so many years of marriage purely on the basis of sex. I half had a mind to tell him as much, yet when he leant closer to press his lips over mine I found myself instantly responding to his embrace. My tongue pushed deep, probing the warmth of his mouth, tasting my own juices and where for the first time, he seemed to be showing some passion as his tongue dueled with mine. I closed my hands around his neck, pulling him close. In turn he continued to pet at my breasts, the sensation of my damp top drawn back and forth across my nipples proving unbelievably arousing. His touch, his caress of my nipples seemed incredible It was something I had never been able to enjoy with my hubby yet my brute of a son in law seemed to know just what to do, to the point my breasts simply couldn’t get enough.
“My nipples!” I gasped between kisses, not altogether certain of exactly what it was I demanded.
He however, understood my meaning completely. His hand beginning to maul roughly over my breasts, his fingers pulling and plucking almost mercilessly at my nipples taking me to new heights of pleasure where incredibly, having barely come down from my most recent climax I was ready to go again.
I continued to moan deep into his mouth and when some minutes later he pulled back from the embrace I was left breathless and worse still, hornier than ever. I looked down at myself, my top was now stretched tight across my tits. My nipples jutting out had never looked nor felt so good, their shape profound as they did their best to push themselves free from beneath the soft confines of the fabric. I glanced upward, still fearful of my daughter’s presence despite the knowledge I did not want this to end.
“Damn Lindy! You are one hot little mother and now I suppose you want my cock?”
Oh how I wanted to tell him no, but as the words formed on my lips, quite the opposite came out. “Damn! Give it me!” I moaned, thoroughly ashamed but driven by the memory of how well his cock filled my cunt..
My words were met with his broad smile. “Good! Roll over!” he demanded, “I want to fuck you like a dog would fuck his bitch.”
In that one instant he’d switched back from passionate lover to arrogant brute where again I had a mind to tell him so. To tell him I was not one of his floozies from work. Not someone he could use and abuse yet even with that thought fresh in my mind I knew that’s exactly what I’d become. Without saying a word I complied with his request, turning on the sofa, sliding downward until my knees met the floor. I leant forward ready to use the sofa for the support I knew I would need. I’d managed to kick off my jeans but my panties were still stretched tightly from knee to knee. I felt exactly how I must look…a whore!
His fingers began stroking my arse, a stimulus causing my pussy to pulse with anticipation as memories of how this all started, that day in the kitchen came flooding back. Again thoughts of my daughter came to mind aware, were she to discover us now her presence to me would remain unknown, at least until she announced herself. While this very thought was disturbing it also proved perversely exciting and I began to consider how it was I seemed to possess a quality she didn’t, the ability to keep her husband from straying. The thoughts came thick and fast and as deviant as they were they continued to excite me. Again I tried to justify my actions by arguing I was doing all this for her, yet the stimulation my body was receiving from the hands now kneading the cheeks of my arse was proof it was anything but.
I lay there for the most part unmoving, contemplating his arrogance and of how sure he was of himself. The thoughts kept coming, filing my head. One such being to think back to earlier that evening, of when he’d chosen to take me over the bannister upstairs. I’d hated him for doing that, for treating me no better than he would a whore, especially in the knowledge my daughter had been due to return, yet the more I thought about what had taken place, the more it stirred my pussy. I remembered just how crude it had all been and for that matter at how willing a party I must have seemed. The correct term, I guess, for what had taken place, would have been what people term a ‘quickie’. An innocuous enough word yet it conjured up images of illicit, back alley sex. It hadn’t been a back alley though taking me like he had, over the bannister had most definitely been illicit and suddenly, as arrogant and as crude as I knew my son in law to be, it was all I wanted was for him to ‘have me’, to ‘fill me’, with that big cock of his. once more
“Oh you bastard! Stop teasing! Give it me! Give me that cock!” I moaned.
Behind, I heard him laugh. “Sounds good Lindy. Even better you seem to be coming around to my way of thinking, that there’s only one cock for you now. Am I right?”
He moved closer pressing the hardness of his cock between my legs. With guilty thoughts of my hubby filling my head I didn’t want to answer and instead, instinctively tipped further forward and opened my legs wider as he began rubbing the head up and down, between my pussy and arse.
“Answer me!” he demanded. “Whose cock does my dirty mother in law need?”
He began rubbing his cock head over my clit. I wriggled backward hoping to get him to push it into my pussy without my need to answer.
“No no! Not until you answer me” he demanded.
“Damn you!” I cried. Yes……I want yours!”
I heard the sound of his laugh. “Yes mine! And why’s that Lindy? Is it because it fills you so much better than your hubby’s pathetic, little dick?”
“Oh God!” I whined. “Just give it me!”
“Oh I will! Just as soon as you agree. There’s to be no more hubby’s cock. and that from now on, I own this married cunt.”
Not for the first time his crass language appalled me yet his vulgarity added to my already aroused state. I guess what made it worse still was his cocksure manner in assuming I was his for the taking, whenever and wherever he might desire, a statement which clearly reenforced his dislike for my hubby. The two of them had never gotten on and though I had no wish to agree, the bastard had something I desperately needed.
“Yes…yes! Anything you say!” I pleaded.
“Good! Then it’s agreed. From now on you’re mine. No more letting hubby have his way with you. When you need cock, you come to me. Understand?”
He began nudging the head of his cock into my pussy!
“You bastard!! Just do it! Fuck me!” I cried out, more in desperation for his cock rather than my agreeing to his claims.
His hands grabbed for my thighs where with one firm push forward he managed to insert a good six inches of prick into my sopping wet cunt. I gasped as again I thought of hubby, of all that had just been said. for there was no doubting my bastard of a son in law had so much to offer. I thought of my daughter too, aware she could still easily put in an appearance. Though I didn’t need reminding what was happening was wrong, I continued to try and convince myself it was only occurring for the good of her marriage, yet deep down, knew this was little more than ridiculous. Damn! Who did I think I was trying to fool? Myself? When he pushed his cock deeper still it felt so damn good and I knew there and then it was me I wanted this for, not hubby or my daughter.
“Oh God! Harder! Deeper!” I growled.
He eased back leaving me feeling completely empty, The head of his cock barely teetering at the entrance to my needful pussy. He was teasing me and knew it. I edged back, shamelessly wanting to have him fuck me just like he’d done earlier upstairs. To have him stretch and fill my wanton cunt once more. My movement didn’t go unnoticed.
“That’s it Lin! Show me how much you need this cock of mine!” he taunted as if reading my thoughts.
I rocked back meeting his push forward, his length pushing deep, his girth once more stretching my pussy to its limit, just as he’d done earlier. It was a reminder of how easily his size satisfied my carnal need but more frighteningly came the question, would I ever be able to refuse him. “Ohhhh Fuck! Yes!” I growled again, my fingers clenching hard into the sofa fabric as he withdrew and drove deep once more, this time my growls of pleasure muffled as I pressed my face firmly into the sofa cushions.
“How good is that Lindy? How good that mum is using her hot little cunt to save her daughter’s marriage?”
“Oh God! Stop it!” I pleaded, wanting his taunts to stop but he was having none of it. He knew all too well his words were adding to my arousal.
“Damn we’re a good Lindy! Your tight, horny pussy and my fat cock! It’s almost as though they were made for one another. In fact, the more I think about it the more I think some things are predestined to happen. You and me. What do you reckon?”
He pushed deep once more as his latest words played around in my head. where I too started to wonder if there was an element of truth to what he had said.
“So come on bitch!” he said, breaking my train of thought. “Show me how much this married, mature cunt wants my cock. Hump me!”
“Nooooooo!” I moaned into the sofa, my words carrying no meaning at all as I immediately began doing as he’d demanded, rocking back and forth, forcing my sodden pussy up and down that pole of his until he was so far up inside I could feel his balls bouncing against my body. My fingers gripped ever more tightly into the sofa as I felt my orgasm build.
“Ohhh dear God! Oh Fuck! I’m cumming!” I cried, astonished at how easily this arrogant bastard was able to make me cum. He pressed deep, pinning me down against the sofa, my pussy pulsing as it began spewing its juices all over his cock meat and down over my inner thighs. I felt him ease backward until he’d withdrawn completely. He knelt there, watching as my pussy continued to squirt cum. He grabbed my head, his fingers twisting tightly into my hair, yanking my head backward, his lips pressed close to my left ear.
“Admit it Lin! Isn’t this the best meat you’ve ever had between your legs?”
I simply mewled, not wishing to admit any such thing even though I knew it was true, ny hubby had never come anywhere near satisfying me the way my brute of a son in law had. I leaned forward trying to catch my breath as my orgasm finally began to abate but if I thought he was finished, I was sorely mistaken. He slid both hands beneath me and grabbing a breast in each began petting at them, his manner once again crude and rough, his palms and fingers pawing at them like a drunk might do, pulling and pinching on my nipples and breasts.
“Oh God! Stop!” I moaned.
He leant close, once more pressing his lips to my ear. “Damn! Did I ever tell you how much I love these bouncy jugs of yours?”
I groaned as he mauled and pawed at them, my nipples seemingly extra sensitive to his twisting them this way and that until in no time at all my pussy was once more on fire.
“Oh you bastard! Stop!” I sobbed.
“Now why would I stop when I know you want fucking again?” he asked. “Tell me you don’t want me to plant my hot seed deep in this married cunt of yours?”
I groaned out loud, cursing him yet again, but I couldn’t deny, despite having just cum goodness knows how many times, despite the presence of my daughter upstairs, despite that I was cheating on hubby, my treacherous pussy refused to listen and was demanding more of the same. “Oh God yes! More” I groaned. “Fuck me again you bastard!”
He laughed, clearly pleased with both himself and with the control he was exerting. He released his hold on my tits where I then felt his hands on my waist. He rolled me over so I was now facing him.
“God I hate you!” I told him with more than a little truth as I looked into his eyes. He ignored me and spreading my legs, pushed up my skirt leaving my pussy teetering on the edge of the sofa. As ever my mind was still crying out I bring this to a stop but it was a lost cause. I did little but watch when he began feeding his donkey sized cock back up my cunt.
Despite the fact he’d just fucked me and that my pussy was still sopping wet, such was his girth I could feel him stretching me open. I mewled with pleasure, deep down hating how good he felt. I grabbed for him, hungrily forcing my lips over his, aware I would need to use something, in this instance his mouth, to stifle my cries from the inevitable pleasure I knew would come.
He left me that night just as he’d done the few days before in the kitchen, showing me little if any respect. As soon as he’d emptied himself inside of me, he simply got up and went to bed leaving me to recover on my own, downstairs.
If you are asking yourselves, ‘Was this the end of the matter that evening. Did I finally see sense and put a stop to it?’ I’m ashamed to say neither was the case. By now of course I can no longer argue with myself I am doing it to save my daughter’s marriage, though even now I still try and convince myself it is.
It’s now several months on from that day in the kitchen since which my son in law, despite my own common sense telling me I need to put a stop to things, has had his way with me on a number of different occasions. I’m aware no good will ever come of what I’m allowing to happen, yet the reality is I haven’t been able to bring myself to stop it , for as much as I despise his arrogance I find I’m unable to resist the animalistic sex the two of us both seem to enjoy.
As I have said, it’s been several months since that first episode and I guess you could say he controls me now, pretty much seeking me out whenever he wants. The situation isn’t helped with my hubby working away as much as he does or that my daughter too works long hours, yet even when hubby is at home my son in law will seek an opportunity to have me, despite or maybe because of the additional risk involved. Only the other day, a Sunday morning, he took me over those same bannisters once more, this time while my hubby was outside in the driveway polishing his car. Even aware he could have walked in at any point and caught us I found myself unable to refuse him. Indeed, I think it’s the thrill of being caught is as much a driving force now as the sex itself. I’d discovered that thrill a few days earlier when he’d decided to ‘have me’. in the corner of the dining room with my hubby checking on his e-mails in the lounge. I ended up bent over, using my hands against the walls for support while he mauled at my tits and fucked me hard from behind. He’d left me feeling spent and ashamed, just as he always does and though I always vow never to repeat it again, the truth is, I need that cock of his more than ever.
I will continue to tell myself this has to stop but for now I know I will be ready and willing for whenever he wants.

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