Reluctance

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.

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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From Friend, to Stepsister, to Lover? Part 3

Hi everyone! I apologize from updating the story, but school, exams, life in general, and all that stuff got in the way. Didn’t have as much time as I thought to write this. But nonetheless, this part is finally finished for all of you guys to enjoy. Can’t believe that this took 24 pages. Holy crap. Anyway, with the past parts, along with this part, and future parts, there obviously will be portions of said parts that won’t make sense. Get over it. It’s fiction, so things that would normally occur in real life might not occur in the story. I hope you guys enjoyed your Christmas, Hanukkah, and any other holiday that you celebrate. Feel free to leave any constructive criticism about the story.

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 7

This chapter was fun to rewrite. Once again, I didn’t diverge too much from the original plot here, but I did reword almost the entire thing. Leave comments and feedback if you enjoyed it!

Picking Out a Girl for my Daddy

Picking Out a Girl for my Daddy
___I was all settled in bed when, here she came again. It was my daughter Darby. She crawled in bed with me, snuggled up tight behind me and began to rub my body. She always did that when she wanted to talk about the same thing. My hot bodied daughter had gotten a fixation on her daddy,
 me.
It started when some girlfriends told her in confidence that they were having sex play with their daddy’s. Their dad’s, supposedly, were feeling them up, fingering them, licking their pussy and letting them jack them off and
., the girl were giving them blow jobs. They said they weren’t having sex with them
.but in private whispers to Darby, they said they really were. True or not, Darby was envious and wanted the same sex thrills as they were getting.
They told her how it all started with them crawling in bed with their dads and started feeling them up. Sometimes with their moms asleep right beside them. A sleeping dad gets sleep hardons and if they were lucky, he would have one and they would slowly jack or even suck on them. After that, it was sneaking sex play behind moms back.
Darby told me all this to try and get me aroused so we could have some sex play. I had no wife now, so there was no sneaking around. I had told her I didn’t want to get into having sex with her, that she would be getting boyfriends and I would supply the birth control pills. Darby wasn’t in the mood to except that and kept on trying to get me to have sex play with her.
Darby thought up a plan. One night she snuggled up to me and said: “Daddy, what about having sex play with a girl like me
.. that’s not your daughter? You two could have a great time and I
.well
.I would just kind of ’watch’?”
I told her to go to bed, but I’d think about it tomorrow.
Darby

.
If daddy won’t play sex with me, I’ll get one of my girlfriends to play sex with him. They all like him and on a sleepover no one will know. I’ll ask Morgan first, she’s hot for my daddy and has been for a long time. Daddy once held her across his lap and told her a story during a storm when the lights went out. She said that’s when she fell ’in love’ with my daddy.
I could see enough that night, sitting on the side with my daddy to watch him play with her long hair. As he talked low I could tell she was getting turned on. Her pajama top was part open and she felt her own tits. Daddy kept on talking but I watched is eyes looking down her top. She told me she felt him getting a hardon and it was big against her back. She slipped her hand down her pajama bottoms and rubbed her slit. He noticed it and began to feel her face gently as he told her a story. The story was kinda sexy about a man getting with a young girl. I was getting turned on myself.
She does a lot of sleepovers here. We’ve snuck in daddy’s bed before and he woke up with us snuggled up to him. He told Morgan that would be kept secret between all of us. She said one night he put his arm over her and snuggled up tight to her. She was in heaven and said he had a hardon. She pretended like they were having sex and pushed her pussy up against his hardon over and over. I envied her so bad.
I didn’t wait for daddy’s answer because he might take a long time to decide. I ask Morgan to sleepover that night. I told her what was going on and she got all excited. We planned an invasion of daddy’s bed that night.
Daddy
..
I put off thinking about messing with some girl Darby would pick out for me. The only one that I ever got a rise out of me was that
Morgan girl. She had no daddy and got her brother to feel her up once, according to Darby. She was a very advanced girl. Nice tits, ass and so cute when she smiled all sexy at me. I had a dream about her one night and I was holding her and we were about ready to fuck, when I semi-woke up, there she was snuggled up to me. I had a big hardon and she was gently pushing her pussy up against it over and over. What a hot night that was.
I see Morgan is sleeping over again tonight. I wonder if Darby will pick her out for me to have sex play with. That would be very tempting. All I needed was for someone to find out and blab what was going on. ’If’
I decide to get into this I better have solid talk with the girl. Morgan can keep her mouth shut. I’ve met her mom and she’s happy that Morgan had a daddy figure to be with. She told me Morgan really likes me and to feel free to be her ’stand in’ daddy if I want. I got the feeling as we talked her mom was coming on to me herself. She stood so close to me and that smile of hers. Morgan sure got her good looks from her sexy mom.
I watched the girls that night whisper and giggle and I knew something was up. They were clever little shits, and both hung on me on the couch. They had on skimpy little nighties and Morgan
.damn she was sexy looking with barely nothing on.
Bedtime came and lots of giggles and whispers from Darby’s bedroom. I figured I would find them both in my bed in the morning. I fell asleep hoping for a dream about Morgan.
Morgan
.
I was really turned on thinking about what might happen tonight. I told Darby how excited I was. I whispered: (“
Darby, I’ve never been this sexually turned on before. Doesn’t it feel good!”) She agreed and hoped her daddy would let her do hot things with her. I took Darby’s hand and I said: (“
feel this.”) I took her finger and slipped in in my wet slit. She was a little shocked as she said she had never felt another girls slit before.
I said: (“Oh I have, it’s fun to do. Feel my clit and rub it. Then put your finger inside and feel how warm and slick it is. I reached over and felt her slit. This was our first time to feel each others slits. She began to breath heavy and said she liked the feeling we both were getting. We talked about fingering and how to get an orgasm if you do it just right. I said how I hoped I could get her daddy’s finger in me and more.
Darby
..
I became fixated on feeling Morgan’s slit. We laid down and she let me play with her slit all I wanted. Her finger in me was making me very horny. I ask her if I could feel her tits too. She said, sure and started feeling mine too. This was all new to me and she ask me If I want to orgasm with her. I whispered ’oh yes’. It was our first fingering together. She turned and put our pussy up to our faces. I felt so hot and nervous as she put her finger in me. I got to look close at her pussy in person. I played with her clit and rubbed it all around. She said: (“keep doing that daddy.”) and giggled. (“
lick your finger to make it all slick”)
I had never had a girl warm breath on my pussy before, and it was awesome.
Something just make my pussy tingle real good. I looked. It wasn’t her finger, it was her tongue. Oh my god
she was licking my pussy and it felt so good.
I had to try it. I gave her clit a lick. She jumped and said: (“
oh daddy
do that some more.”) She was pretending I was my daddy licking her pussy. I started doing the same. I said: (“
lick me daddy, it feels so good.”). We played sex with each other but now we wanted to go sneak in daddy’s bed.
Morgan
..
I love to lick first time girls and get them all hot. Darby was so turned on now, I love the feel of a girls wet pussy.
Now on to her daddy. We quietly snuck in his bedroom. He was lying on his side. My heart was pounding with the kind of sexual excitement I liked. I carefully crawled in bed with him
.oooo he was so warm. I snuggled up to him and stuck my finger in my wet pussy and got it all wet.
I held it under his nose. I rubbed it on his lips. His tongue came out to taste it. I snuggled closer. I felt his hardon growing between my legs. I gently put his hand on my tits. He slowly started feeling them. I started kissing him on his face.
Darby was watching all this and rubbing her slit. I reached down and gently felt his hardon. He made a soft ’mmmm’ sound. I gently put my hand in his pajama bottoms and started stroking his big hardon. His arm slowly went around me and gently pulled me to him. I now kissed around his lips. I let my tongue trace his lips. We slowly started tongue kissing.
He started moving his hips as I pulled his pajamas down and let his hardon out. I could hear him and Darby breathing hard. I started kissing slowly down on him. I kissed my way down and started gently kissing his hardon. Darby was all excited and fingering her self real good. I slowly turned and put my wet pussy by her daddy’s face. I lifted one leg and inched my pussy closer to his face. I felt his hand feeling my ass. I pushed my pussy to his lips. I waited.
I felt his tongue enter my wet pussy. That’s just what I wanted. As he began to lick me real good I put my lips over the head of his hardon. I was so hot for this I sucked him real good as he moaned along with me. His warm hands on my butt cheeks were awesome and I let my hips move my pussy on his tongue. Now for what I wanted next. I started jacking and sucking on his hardon. I see Darby’s hand reach over and touch her daddy’s hardon as I sucked it. She felt my lips moving up and down on it and now she began to quietly moan.
I had never sucked a guy before and it was making my pussy tingle along with her daddy’s tongue. I wanted his cum to shoot out like in the porn movies. I jack him and licked the head of his hardon. I started to orgasm big when I felt a big shot of cum land on my lips, then more and more in my open mouth.
I put my lips over it and still more shot in my mouth. It was hot and slick. My orgasm went way beyond like never before and my pussy twitched on his tongue. Darby was having an orgasm and we all moaned as it happened. Darby leaned over and put her mouth on her daddy’s hardon too. Her hands were now jacking him as she sucked and licked him. We had done it. A daddy to play sex with finally.
In the morning Darby and I were snuggled up to ’daddy’ as he began to wake up. He lay there and then began to smile. He put his arms around us and pulled us to him tight,
. then he mumbled:
“ Girls, I just had the best dream of my whole life.”

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Mr.Middlebrooks Spanks The Naughty Schoolboy

“Well it seems you’re not so tough after all, eh Banks?” came the voice of my English teacher to my ears.
 
At the moment I was unable to answer because I was biting his handkerchief to prevent myself from crying out in pain. Just then the metal edged ruler connected with my bare and exposed ass again almost making me jump but I was unable to move much, restrained as I was. My young body was bent over his desk with my hands tied to the seat in front with Mr. Middlebrooks’ silk tie leaving me helpless for all practical purposes.
 
Only two hours earlier if someone had said that I’d find myself in this position I wouldn’t have believed it. But here I was sore, red assed and powerless. It was too late now but I wished I hadn’t messed with my teacher earlier like I had. It wasn’t like I had anything against him but the school year was almost over and class was now more like a holding cell with finals already taken last week. For the most part we were just being babysat instead of learning so most of the kids were talking or goofing off during the last class on a Friday afternoon.
 
I was engaged in a contest with Brian Costello to see which one of us could hit the other more often with thrown erasers and wadded up pieces of paper. He had just tossed an eraser my way and I had managed to deflect it away from my head. Unfortunately for me when I redirected the eraser it had gone in the direction of Mr. Middlebrooks’ desk. In fact it struck a corner of the desk before ricocheting beyond. That certainly got his attention. Before that he had been ignoring his unruly class while paying attention to his open laptop.
 
“Banks – front and center now” he called out in his clipped English accent. (How funny was that – the English teacher actually being English.)
 
Dragging myself to my feet I sauntered to the front of the classroom. Brian was looking the other way as if he had nothing to do with what just happened. I approached his desk and stood there with a cocky grin on my face.
 
“Mr. Banks I believe you threw the eraser that’s now on the floor in the corner.”
 
“Incorrect Mr. Middlebrooks, what I did was deflect it like a hockey goalie does with the puck or they do in soccer which no doubt you know about” I replied with a smug expression.
 
“I see. You know Banks the school year isn’t quite over yet in spite of my allowing you students to act like it is. In fact detention hall is still open for another seven days. Perhaps you would like to spend your afternoons after school there until then?”
 
“No I wouldn’t but I really can’t control that.”
 
“That’s true Banks but at this moment I’m undecided. However either way I want you to pick up the eraser and put it on my desk. And in future when you speak to me you are to address me as sir or Mr. Middlebrooks if that’s not too difficult.”
 
“Yes sir, Mr. Middlebrooks” I sarcastically replied.
 
He arched an eyebrow over his hazel eyes but said nothing. Walking around the desk I was about to crouch down and retrieve the eraser when an idea came to me on how I could mess with him. Even before I was in his class I’d heard rumors about Mr. Middlebrooks and how he and another teacher, a male gym teacher, shared a house. The consensus was he was gay but it had never been confirmed. Just to mess with him I bent at the waist as I reached down to pick up the eraser so my butt was facing him.
 
Not being vain but I knew that it looked good. I’d been working out lately to add a little muscle and I had a nice six pack not that he could see that but for some reason I also had a muscular ass for my size. I was naturally on the lean side with a low percentage of body fat and weighed around one hundred and thirty pounds but whether due to exercise or genetics I did have an ass. It might not be a true bubble butt but it certainly filled out my jeans.
 
I fumbled around a bit before I picked up the eraser and when I did I turned my head back so I could see behind me. Mr. Middlebrooks’ eyes were glued to my ass as I was bent over. Slowly I straightened up my body and as I did I thought that my experiment was a success. As far as I was concerned Mr. Middlebrooks might as well have yelled out he liked guys. For what other reason would a man stare at a guy’s butt? I turned to go back to my seat and as I passed him I heard Mr. Middlebrooks almost whisper to me his voice was so low.
 
“Oh you think you’re clever Banks, do you?”
 
With a serene expression on my face I ignored what he said and strolled back to my desk. For the remaining fifteen minutes of class I chilled and did nothing. The only thing that bothered me was that every time I looked up Mr. Middlebrooks seemed to be looking my way. It got to the point I was feeling uncomfortable about it all. Its not like I was trying to attract him or to piss him off. I was just having fun but he seemed to be all obsessing. The bell finally rang and I headed for the door as fast as I could. I was just about to slip out when I felt a hand grab my arm.
 
“Not so fast Banks” Mr. Middlebrooks said as he kept a hold of me.
 
As we stood there the rest of the class filed out of the room leaving us the only ones remaining. He then closed the door and led me toward his desk. Once I was besides it he released me and sat and for the next few minutes he ignored me while busying himself with his laptop. I remained quiet but as time dragged on I began to shift my feet around. My guess is he noticed as a moment later he raised his face and looked at me.
 
“You know Banks being its almost summer recess I was going to be lenient about the eraser but you had to push it further. So now you can cool your smart ass in detention the rest of the year. Have anything to say in your defense?”
 
“What for? You’ve made up your mind already. I don’t think I did anything worth getting detention over. I’m sorry that when I protected myself from an eraser it hit your desk. But other kids were goofing off as much as me
Sir!” I said leaving a long pause before saying sir.
 
“We both know its not the eraser but the fact that when you picked it up you shook your bum in my face” he retorted.
 
“My what?” I said acting all confused though I knew what he meant but I played it dumb.
 
“Oh that’s right, you Yanks don’t understand the proper King’s English. What I meant was your arse, understand that boy! No, then how about your butt. Better now Banks?”
 
He became all worked up during this outburst and his pale face reddened considerably.
 
“No need to get upset Mr. Middlebrooks – now I know what you mean by bum. Okay” I told him raising my hands up with the palms facing out.
 
He narrowed his eyes as he stared hard at me and I saw his lip curl into a sneer.
 
“I’m quite sure” he said as he brought his hand to his chin and stroked his neatly clipped beard. “But believe you me Banks, back in my homeland I would still be allowed to properly punish you. There would be no need for detention. In fact I’ll offer you a deal if you like. Thirty minutes of your time and in exchange no detention. Since each session is an hour that will add up to a lot of time cooped up in school when you could be out with your friends in the sun.”
 
“Sounds good, but there has to be a catch. What would I have to do?”
 
“Do? Very little Banks. In fact I’ll be doing most of the work” he replied as he stood.
 
Once he did he towered over me. Mr. Middlebrooks was a tall man, around six foot four I would guess while I was a few inches shy of six feet. On top of that he was a big man, neither fat nor muscular appearing but just a naturally large limbed person. As I watched his hand took hold of his tie, first loosening and then removing it.
 
“Banks stand here” he ordered indicating a space directly in front of his large, wooden desk.
 
Once I sidled there I looked at him as if to say what now when he caught me off guard. Moving faster than I expected from one of his size he jammed his leg against the back of my knees. To remain standing I was forced to throw my hands against the desktop and in spite of this I still almost lost my balance. Before I was able to say or do anything he pressed his much larger body against my back preventing me from moving while forcing my chest toward the desk. Quickly he wrapped his tie around my wrists a few times then knotted it leaving one end dangling.
 
“What do you think you’re doing?” I sputtered out indignantly.
 
He didn’t answer but instead he took the tie end and tied it to his chair which was an old fashioned high backed style made of solid wood with four legs rather than the kind with wheels. Once he was satisfied I was securely bound I felt his body rise off me at which point he walked to the front of his desk. The first thing he did was move his laptop to the far end of the desk away from me. Now he had a smirk on his face as he opened the drawer and removed a wooden ruler. It was eighteen inches long with a metal edge to it.
 
“Though I’m not a math teacher I still strongly believe in using rulers with troublesome students like yourself Banks.”
 
“You aren’t planning on doing what I think with that, are you?” I asked my eyes suddenly wide.
 
“Well if you’re thinking that I plan on spanking your bare bottom with this ruler then you would be correct Banks. A little corporal punishment goes a long way in keeping naughty schoolboys in line and more importantly obedient. Now lets pull down those trousers so that we may begin.”
 
“That’s not a good idea Mr. Middlebrooks” I said trying to sound more confident than I felt at the moment “at the least you could lose your job teaching and maybe even be arrested.”
 
My words seemed to have no effect on him as with me helplessly restrained he reached under me and unbuckled my belt, then unfastened my jeans. Grabbing my waistband he yanked downward, not only lowering my jeans but also pulling my briefs down as well. He followed that with a low whistle and to my shock his hand cupped then squeezed one of my ass cheeks.
 
“Mr. Middlebrooks you better stop now before you do something you’ll regret. I swear I’ll call for help if you don’t let me go right now” I demanded of him.
 
“Oh will you now Banks. Not very nice of you trying to get me in trouble. I believe I will have to up the ante so to speak” he said but he took his hand off my ass.
 
The next thing he did however was to grab my briefs which were around my knees. I heard a tearing sound and I felt some pressure against my leg and the next thing I knew he was holding up what was left of them.
 
“Fuck this, there’s no way I’m going
.” was all I could get out before he forced his wadded up handkerchief in my mouth muffling me.
 
He then wrapped the remnant of my briefs around my face over my mouth and tied it at the back of my head holding his handkerchief in place. Now I was getting a little scared. I was bound and gagged with my jeans near my ankles and my teacher had already felt me up and was now planning on spanking me. I attempted to cry out but for the most part I was silenced and though I struggled I was unable to free myself. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain as Mr. Middlebrooks delivered his first blow to my bare unprotected ass.
 
I cried out but due to my being gagged all that was heard was a muffled squeak. My lower body moved as far away from him as possible under the circumstances but he easily connected with his next blow to my upturned ass. He paused after each blow he delivered, allowing me to feel the full impact before giving me the next. Though I writhed about from the pain with the added hope that I might lessen their impact Mr. Middlebrooks was having none of that.
 
“Enough with your squirming Banks, take your punishment like a man. All you are doing with your gyrating is extending the length of time this will take. In fact the more you move the longer I’ll spank you so its up to you really. I don’t mind dragging this out as watching your delightful bum tremble and shake is having a profound effect on me.”
 
After he said this I managed to turn my head and look his way and if I wasn’t gagged my jaw would have dropped. He stood to the side of me with the ruler suspended over me in his right hand while his left hand was fondling a large and growing bulge in his trousers. Seeing me looking he winked at me before delivering another swat to me, all the while continuing to lasciviously rub himself.
 
The skin on my butt felt red and raw from the repeated blows but at that moment I had a bigger problem so to speak. The fact was that as he continued to spank me I was getting an erection. As I felt myself hardening my face reddened as much as my ass and I prayed he didn’t notice. Maybe it was because those things just happened at my age. It was hardly the first time I had gotten a woody at an inopportune or embarrassing moment. Often me and my friends would joke about such things but this was much worse than getting one in church or in a public place where anyone could see. Mr. Middlebrooks had shown himself to be gay and that he found my ass attractive and he was now playing with himself as he spanked me. Terrified I shut my eyes tightly and a moment later the blows ceased.
 
“Well, well Banks and what do we have here?” I heard him ask in his cultured voice and the next thing I knew I felt the touch of the ruler against my half hard dick. “It seems that either young Mr. Banks enjoys being spanked – a lot! Or he is thinking about what’s in my trousers and what I’m going to do to him with it.”
 
As he pushed and prodded me I felt it stiffen further until it felt fully erect. Mr. Middlebrooks again walked to the front of his desk and reached into the open drawer. This time he removed then placed a bottle of skin lotion on the desk near me. He squirted a generous amount onto his left hand and moved next to me. I felt like a mouse that was helplessly awaiting a rattlesnake’s bite and unable to escape it. With a wicked grin he reached down and wrapped his large, warm hand around my shaft forcing a muffled moan from me.
 
His hand fully engulfed my erection, covering its whole length easily. He slowly stroked me, paying extra attention to just below my head and unconsciously I spread my thighs allowing him greater access. His hand coated me with the lotion as he resumed spanking me but I barely felt it due to all my attention being centered on the pleasure his hand was giving me.
 
It seemed obvious to me that he knew what he was doing, no doubt he had handled many before mine. I had jerked off a lot since I’d discovered the joy of masturbation but I couldn’t remember it ever feeling so good this quick before. He’d been stroking me for less than a minute and my breathing was already rapid and I could feel my heart beating fast. Mr. Middlebrooks seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to apply where it greatly stimulated me without being too tight. When he slid his hand over the head he managed to do it with an upward sweeping flourish that had me on the edge in no time. He clearly perceived what he was doing to me and was enjoying himself greatly.
 
“Its plainly evident that you like what I’m doing Banks, no point in denying it. You’re leaking pre-cum like mad and I don’t think you’re going to last much longer.”
 
There was no way I could refute him even if I wasn’t gagged and anything I might say would come out garbled. My body was clearly signaling its approval of what he was doing by its reaction. And he was certainly right about me being close. It took less than a minute from when he spoke for me to feel the familiar sensation of my balls drawing up towards my body and my dick swelling. I moaned into his handkerchief as my cum shot out of me like a torrent.
 
The first shot of my cum hit the floor with a splat as Mr. Middlebrooks had me pointed down as he stroked me. He continued milking me of all my cum, not slowing his movement until no more came and the floor below was marked by multiple white droplets. He gave me one last stroke and he made sure to squeeze my now overly sensitive head making me shudder from the feeling.
 
“Enjoyed that Banks? Good. That was some nice cum you had. Very impressive amount you produced. Quite frankly I’m surprised considering the size of your equipment. Back when I was young in England we used to talk about everything being bigger in America. Obviously that isn’t always the case” he said with a smirk.
 
My face turned red as a beet from what he’d said to me as I knew it was accurate. The fact was at four inches erect the best I could be considered was on the smaller end of average and I wasn’t very thick either with a circumference of just over four inches. My balls were also on the smaller size too if I could go by the average size I saw while in the showers after gym class. I had hope that I could still grow there but while my body continued to mature my private parts had a spurt where they got bigger and sprouted hair at twelve but in the time since then had stayed the same.
 
“Well don’t feel bad Banks. Not everyone can be hung and in your case nature gave you a cute bum as compensation. Believe me I don’t care how big you are, my interests are more focused on other parts of your anatomy. However if you would like to see what a man’s cock looks like
”
 
He moved to where I could clearly see him at which time he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down freeing his own cock. His hand grasped it and he stroked it for my benefit as I stared dumbfounded. It was the biggest I had ever seen in person but then I hadn’t seen any except for other teens in the locker room and none of them were hard. Of course I had seen porn on the internet but those guys tended to be freaks of nature and it was still hard to guess their real size from videos.
 
Mr. Middlebrooks might not have been as large as the real freaks but from what I could see he was plenty big. On top of that he was uncut which I had never seen before in person. His hand was stroking himself and as he did his foreskin slid up and down over his swollen head. The head was red and coated with his pre-cum and as I watched he stepped close to me so that he was standing right by the side of my head.
 
His free hand untied my briefs and dropped them before he plucked his handkerchief from my mouth and put it on the desk. I worked my jaw around after he freed it making sure everything was still in good working order. A dry mouth was all I seemed to be suffering from when I felt Mr. Middlebrooks’ hand touch my cheek. I turned to look at him and I was almost poked by his stiff cock it was so close.
 
His hand was still wrapped around it stroking and I could now see that it had a slight upward curve to it and I’d certainly been right about it being large. His was certainly two or three inches longer than mine but it was the girth that was truly impressive. When his hand was wrapped around my much thinner one his fingers had easily overlapped it but on his shaft his fingers barely met his thumb. Meanwhile his balls were at least twice as large as mine and where my pubic hair was light and sparse his was a thick jungle of wiry coarse hair. His voice snapped me out of my musings about his superior cock size.
 
“Well Banks I gave you a nice cum and now its time for you to return the favor. Be a good lad and open wide for me” he told me while pressing the mushroom head to my lips.
 
Just because he’d masturbated me to orgasm was no reason for me to give him a blowjob I decided. It wasn’t like I asked him to or even had a say in the matter. He had taken advantage of me while I was tied up and helpless. Plus I had never sucked a guy off before and had no desire to honestly. I was attracted to girls not that I’d had much success with them but that wasn’t the point.
 
Managing to twist my head away first I answered him. “I don’t know about that Mr. Middlebrooks. I’m not into guys and I don’t want to.”
 
“Oh that’s how it is then. I show you a good time and you don’t want to reciprocate, hmm? Two things Banks, I believe you are in denial about liking guys. You came far too fast and hard for someone who’s not into it. Two if you don’t want to suck me I won’t make you. I’m not going to spank you again or anything else to force you to do so. But I do plan on cumming and since you have closed one path it seems I have to use what’s left available to me.”
 
While continuing to stroke his cock Mr. Middlebrooks reached out with his other hand and felt my ass. He slid it down until his finger was between my butt cheeks where it pushed against my entrance.
 
“W-w-what are you doing?” I asked though it seemed plain what he was attempting.
 
“You’ve left me no choice Banks” he said as his fingertip managed to push a tiny bit into me “if you won’t cooperate then I’ll do what I must to get off. To be honest with you I believe I’ll enjoy buggering you more than a blowjob anyway. You probably don’t know what you’re doing so how good could it be. For this it doesn’t matter, I’ll just pound that tight bum of yours until I can’t take it anymore and cum in you.”
 
While he talked he continued to force his long finger deeper and as he did he began to wriggle it around. I realized he had me good. If I didn’t do what he wanted he would just do as he pleased with me, in fact that was what he’d been doing anyhow since restraining me. One way or another he planned on getting off using me and I was unable to do anything about it. But it seemed to me that giving him a blowjob was the lesser evil.
 
“Wait Mr. Middlebrooks, maybe we can, you know work something out” I said hopefully.
 
“And how would we do that Banks?” he replied as his finger continued to probe me when he touched a part of me that made me shudder and my still erect cock twitch. “Oh I see I found your prostrate Banks. You appear to like this” he continued as he kept massaging it and he was right about me liking it. It felt weird yet good at the same time and as he did it my erection moved of its own accord, dancing to an invisible song that he directed. “Wouldn’t you rather I fill your arse with my hard cock?”
 
In spite of his finger feeling good in me I didn’t think his much thicker cock would have the same effect. It was so large I was afraid it could severely damage my virgin ass.
 
“No, no Mr. Middlebrooks, I think you would hurt me if you did that. Maybe I can do for you what you did to me” I suggested.
 
“Not really a fair offer Banks. I doubt you could do as good a job wanking me as I could do myself. Besides at this point I need more than a hand job. I suppose I could let you suck my cock but you have to do a good job of it. Agreed?”
 
“I’ll do my best
” I began but that was as far as I got as his head slid between my lips as I replied to him.
 
My lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth as he pushed more into my mouth. The taste of musk and salty sweat almost overwhelmed me as I tasted a man’s cock for the first time ever but it somehow seemed appropriate. Mr. Middlebrooks groaned with pleasure as my mouth engulfed him. He kept his right hand wrapped around his thick base while his left hand finger continued fingering my ass.
 
“Okay Banks, start sucking my cock. Use your lips and tongue. Don’t think I’m going to do all the work for you. And mind your teeth, I don‘t want to feel them.”
 
I did my best to follow his instructions but it wasn’t easy. My mouth was stretched wide already just to accommodate his thick cock not giving my tongue much wriggle room to move. On top of that Mr. Middlebrooks had begun to work his hips back and forth. He wasn’t going fast or deep but still it made things that much more difficult. All I could do was suck a little as he slid his hot flesh between my lips.
 
Maybe he realized this so he started to thrust deeper with his large head hitting the entrance of my throat with each forward move almost making me gag. Suddenly he pulled his cock from my mouth while also removing his finger from my ass. His left hand now grabbed me by my hair as he slightly shifted his position.
 
“Suck on my balls Banks. Take one in your mouth” he ordered me in a no nonsense voice.
 
I opened my mouth and managed to take one of his large hairy balls inside. He groaned as my tongue rolled it around as I also sucked on it. I could see that he was now rapidly pumping his cock and he seemed to be concentrating on the big head and right below it. He started groaning more the longer this went on when without warning he pulled back freeing his ball from my mouth.
 
“Oh yes, I’m going to cum! Open wide Banks” he cried out loudly.
 
I opened my mouth as much as possible as Mr. Middlebrooks frantically stroked when with a grunt he erupted. His hand held me in place and as I watched his first blob of cum came directly at and into my eye catching me off guard. It burned a little and I blinked trying to get it out. Meanwhile the second spurt hit my nose and cheek before he was able to perfect his aim. The third and subsequent shots found their way into my waiting mouth.
 
It tasted bitter to me as I swished it around on my tongue. Mr. Middlebrooks produced a lot of cum befitting someone with such big balls and by the time he was done I had quite a mouthful. Looking up at his face with my good eye I saw that it was red and that he had an expression of pure ecstasy on it. Once no more cum came from him he pushed his cock into my mouth. I knew what he wanted so I sucked on the head while running my tongue across it provoking a moan of pleasure from him. His hand stroked my hair as I did so until with a gasp he pulled out of my mouth.
 
His fingers found the stray drops of cum on my face from when he missed and he brought them to my lips where he fed me with a laugh. He even removed what he could from my eye and gave me that as well and I swallowed it down with a sour expression.
 
“Well you passed your test on cum eating Banks. Unfortunately your grade for cocksucking is incomplete at best. You will need a lot of tutoring to pass I feel. While I did cum it was more because of my own hand then anything you did with your pretty mouth. And if I hadn’t been so excited due to everything else we did I wouldn’t have cum so easily. So it seems to me that you didn’t live up to your part of our bargain.”
 
“That’s not fair” I replied.
 
“Life isn’t fair. Deal with it. These days all people talk about is self esteem and fairness as if by throwing those words around everything can be made perfect. Well it can’t and fair or not you didn’t make me cum with your mouth so to my mind you still owe me a cum. However I consider myself a decent chap so I believe we can work this out to benefit us both.”
 
He walked behind me and delivered a sharp slap to my sore ass which caused me to jump a little before he leaned down and kissed me in the same spot. His hand snaked around my leg and again encircled my erection and gently stroked it making me gasp. Mr. Middlebrooks then slid a finger from his other hand back into my ass to its full length.
 
“You like that Banks, me stroking your young hard cock as I finger your tight little bum. Feels good no doubt. Maybe you’d enjoy another finger there, hmm?”
 
I didn’t answer so he worked another one in me forcing a groan from my lips. He proceeded to build up a matching rhythm where he timed stroking me as he finger fucked me until I thought I’d go crazy from the feeling. On top of that his hot mouth was kissing me all over my ass while he did this. Between my youthful horniness and his skillful handling within a few minutes I was moaning like crazy and on the verge of cumming again.
 
“Yes Mr. Middlebrook don’t stop! It feels so good, please don’t stop!” I begged him.
 
Whether it was because of what I said or he sensed how close I was to orgasm he suddenly stopped all his movements leaving me to cry out in frustration.
 
“No! Why did you stop? Please Mr. Middlebrooks!” I implored him.
 
“You want to cum again I see. Well so do I Banks so I’ll tell you what is going to happen. I plan on giving you the best orgasm of your life and in return you will give me a great one in return.”
 
As he said this he gave my young prick a gentle squeeze causing my body to shudder with delight. Then he released it and also slid his two long fingers out of my ass. Next his hand grabbed the bottle of lotion from the desk. Twisting my body at the waist I turned so that I could see what he was doing. Mr. Middlebrooks squirted a generous amount onto his hand and began to work it into the skin of his smooth hard cock, adding a little more as he did so. Then he held the bottle over me and let some go. I felt the smooth lotion drip onto my ass crack including some right on my hole. His fingers then smeared it around even slipping back in me to coat my anus so it was fully lubricated.
 
“Mr. Middlebrooks wait
” I began but he cut me off curtly.
 
“Hush Banks! This is going to happen. It will hurt some to begin with, possibly a lot as I am quite thick but I promise you it will get better and before we’re done you’ll be loving it. I’m not going to gag you now but if you make too much noise I’ll be forced to. Now the best thing you can do is relax as much as possible and breathe in a slow and deliberate manner.”
 
After saying this he again reached around and took my prick in his hand and held it while his other hand pushed my chest flat against his desk. He didn’t stroke me now as much as he gently squeezed it then loosened his grip. Following his instructions I tried to relax as best I could but I was very nervous about what was coming. Still I regulated my breathing, taking in slow deep breaths and then slowly exhaling.
 
“That’s a good boy” he said as he pressed his large head against my puckered hole “just keep doing what you’re doing.”
 
After he said that he again squeezed my erection as I continued to breathe. We must have been like that for a minute standing there still. He continued to gently squeeze me on and off while his cock patiently waited at my hole. Though I knew it was going to happen I was able to relax some and when I next took a deep breath Mr. Middlebrooks thrust his hips forward very hard.
 
With all the lubrication and the fact that his fingers had loosened me some already he was able to drive his head and a few inches of his shaft into my tight ass immediately. I cried out from the pain while at the same time Mr. Middlebrooks let out a gasp of pleasure. It felt like I was being split in two and as he attempted to push deeper I couldn’t take anymore.
 
“Please stop Mr. Middlebrooks! Its just too big! I can’t take it, it hurts too much!” I gasped out and I already felt my eyes tearing up.
 
“Calm down Banks. Stop being such a crybaby! I won’t try and go any deeper for now. Keep breathing and relax.”
 
“I’m trying but it really hurts Mr. Middlebrooks. Please take it out” I begged him.
 
“You’ve got to learn to handle things with a stiff upper lip like we do in Britian. Really I’m sure its not that bad Banks.”
 
He stroked my hair softly then without warning clamped his hand over my mouth as he forced the rest of his thick cock into me. It hurt even more than before and I attempted to scream but his large hand muffled me so it came out as a low moan. He pushed forward just a little more and I could feel his pubic hair brush the raw skin of my ass. He leaned down and whispered in my ear then.
 
“I’m all the way in you now. You’ve taken my whole cock boy. I’m going to stay like this a minute while you get used to it before I move. Keep trying to relax.”
 
True to his word he didn’t thrust or move his cock in any way. He did however begin kissing my shoulder and back and his hand started to stroke me again. I’d lost most of my erection due to the pain when he’d forced his way up my ass but he kept stroking me and in spite of the pain he managed to cause me to start growing again.
 
“Good boy! Get that little cock of yours nice and hard for me. Just think how good it feels while I play with it, concentrate on that.”
 
His hand soon had me fully erect at which time he moved the hand off my mouth and turned my head to the side. He leaned in and his lips found mine in a kiss. He was insistent and demanding and soon his tongue had slipped into my mouth and explored it. All the while his hand continued to play with me and I could now feel pre-cum oozing out my hole. Reluctantly he broke our kiss so he could speak.
 
“Very good. Here’s what I’m going to do now. We’re going to move our bodies together to start so you can get used to it. Nice and slow to begin with.”
 
The hand that had been on my head he moved to the top front of my thigh and after that he pulled me back while at the same time moving his own hips backward. For the next minute or so we continued with this, moving our hips in rhythm with each other so that though he moved slightly in me I was able to bear it. All the while he did this he continued to slowly stroke me until there was more pleasure than pain.
 
“How are you doing Banks? Are you ready for a little more?” he asked.
 
“It still hurts sir, but its getting better I think. Your hand feels really good though.”
 
“You like me stroking your little cock then, good. I tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to start to fuck your tight ass now. Slowly to start with and as I do I’m going to speed up my hand. Would you like me to make you cum again?”
 
“Yes I want to cum Mr. Middebrooks. But please take it easy on my ass. This is the first time I’ve done this and you are sooo big.”
 
“Yes I am Banks. I’ll do my best to go slow but I’m using all my willpower as it is to not pound you like you deserve for waving your bum in my face. Now hold onto the chair and don’t move.”
 
My fingers grabbed hold of his wooden chair as he moved his hand from my hip and placed it on my lower back right above my ass and pressed me into the desk. Then he slowly pulled back until around half of him was in me before slamming the rest back in. I let out a loud moan but he didn’t seem to care. He kept sliding back and forth in me driving his full length into me with each thrust while pulling out halfway.
 
Mr. Middlebrooks was now stroking me rapidly while doing his best to keep from fucking me as hard as he wished though it was plain he was still enjoying himself. With each forward movement his large balls slapped my flesh and his hairy legs collided with mine.
 
“Your bum is so tight on my cock Banks. It feels delightful let me tell you. I haven’t felt one so tight since, well since my last virgin schoolboy. Now listen up! You have a minute to cum and after that I’m really going to let you have it whether you’ve cum or not so do your best.”
 
I did my utmost to think of how good it felt as his hand stroked me and I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his big cock in me as well. His hips had increased the speed of his thrusts also but he was still partially in control of his body.
 
“Come on Banks you can do it. Hurry now, time’s running out!”
 
“Don’t stop please!” I cried out “I’m so close sir!”
 
“Well do it boy! Shoot your load!” he said with his hand now a blur on my hard prick.
 
“Yes! Yes! I can feel it!” I managed to gasp out before letting out a long drawn out moan. “Yes I’m cumminggg!”
 
“That’s it Banks! Cum for me” he ordered as he buried his impressive girth with each thrust.
 
I felt my balls tighten as the feeling overwhelmed me and as Mr. Middlebrooks continued fucking me I lost it. With each thrust of his a shot of cum erupted from me and hit the side of the desk as his hand milked me. My mouth was just making unintelligible noises by now as my whole body tightened up. With every spurt I came I felt my cock, balls and ass contract though his thick cock kept my ass wide open. My breathing was ragged while my legs now felt like rubber. Only my chest resting on the desk and his cock deep in my ass kept me on my feet.
 
He squeezed me a few more times to force the last bit of cum from me at which time he released me. Placing that hand on the desk beside me Mr. Middlebrooks was true to his word. Now that I’d cum he began to fuck me in earnest, greatly increasing his speed. For the next few minutes he pounded me like there was no tomorrow. If I thought he had been going hard before then I was set straight by him now. My legs went on me though I remained in place due to the other factors in play. While technically I was still on my feet it was more the sides than the soles and my legs just trembled and shook as he thrust in and out of my ass. By now the saliva was running freely from my mouth and pooling on his desk.
 
Seeing what condition I was in Mr. Middlebrooks stopped what he was doing and slowly pulled out of me. When he did we both let out a groan at the same time due to the feeling. His hand grabbed my leg and with an effort he lifted my lower body and muscled it onto the desk. He yanked my sneakers off and then removed my jeans as well.
 
“Let go of the chair and roll onto your back boy and be quick about it” he ordered once he’d put me on the desk and stripped the clothing from my lower half.
 
With a groan I managed to comply so that I was now flat on my back with my lower legs hanging over the side. Mr. Middlebrooks then reached out with his handkerchief and wiped the drool that covered my lower jaw and chin from me.
 
“Banks you are a mess” he said simply as he also looked at my slimy half hard cock.
 
“Yes sir, I am” I answered not that I cared how I looked then.
 
“Don’t get me wrong. You look very hot when you’re well fucked boy. Now answer me this and truthfully. Did you enjoy that last orgasm?”
 
“Yes very much sir! Thank you sir, I enjoyed it a lot.”
 
“I told you that you would. How did it feel cumming with my big, thick cock fucking your tight ass?”
 
I paused for a moment before answering as I wished to get it right. “You were right sir. I never felt like that when I came before. It was
incredible!”
 
His face broke into a broad smile but he didn’t let it slow him down any. First he lifted my right leg in the air and gripped his fat cock right below the purplish head. He pushed it to what was now my fuck hole and slid it in. Though I still felt discomfort and it still seemed to be tight for him it went in much easier now. Once his cock was partially in me Mr. Middlebrooks took hold of my other leg and raised it as well then drove balls deep.
 
“Uuuhnn” I groaned as he filled me fully with his wide cock.
 
Putting his weight on my legs he again pounded me hard and fast. This time it seemed to be getting to him more. The sweat was dripping from his face and his complexion was reddening as he drove in and out of me.
 
“Oh yes Banks! Your hot arse is squeezing me good. Its going to be my turn now. I’m getting close boy. I’ll fill your bum with my cream. Ohh yes!”
 
Mr. Middlebrooks didn’t stop but continued relentlessly thrusting until it finally proved too much. With a loud gasp I felt his large cock swell inside me then I felt him ejaculate in my ass. I clearly felt it throb with each shot as a virtual deluge of hot cum filled me. He came a lot but eventually it stopped shooting though he remained buried in me. After catching his breath he spread my legs wider and then leaned down and kissed me. I eagerly responded and when his tongue entered my mouth I sucked on it hard.
 
We kissed a bit but all good things must end. He pulled away and then withdrew his softening cock from my ass with a slight popping sound. When he did I felt some of his cum escape and roll down my leg. Dropping my legs he managed to retrieve my torn briefs which he used to wipe his cock clean with. Once satisfied with his efforts Mr. Middlebrooks moved to where his chair was at which time he untied my hands.
 
Though I was now free I was so spent that for a minute I didn’t move but just lay there. It wasn’t until he beckoned to me that I reluctantly sat up before sliding from the desk and standing on shaky legs.
 
“Come Banks. You’ve done well but there is another task for you remaining. First kneel down.”
 
I did as he said and once I had he stepped right before me. His hand held his half hard cock and he brought it close.
 
“Pay the proper respect to my cock! The cock that claimed and defiled your virgin ass. The cock that fucked the cum from you. The cock that taught you your place. Kiss it!”
 
I didn’t hesitate but instead eagerly bestowed his still mighty member with the respect it deserved. In fact I even opened my mouth and sucked on the head making him groan as it still was quite sensitive. Finally when he felt it was sufficient he pushed me away playfully.
 
“So how did you enjoy your first lesson in all male love Banks.”
 
“Words fail me sir. It was incredible and I’d say unbelievable except since it happened I have to believe.”
 
His hand absently pet my head as his other pulled his trousers up and in a minute he looked presentable though I preferred him with his glorious cock free.
 
“Get dressed lad” he told me as he sat heavily in his chair.
 
Looking at him now shyly I did as he told me while he wrote something on a piece of paper. When he finished he looked up and his eyes met mine.
 
“Well boy you know that in sucking cock your grade is incomplete. How do you think you did on taking a hard cock up your bum?”
 
“I know I greatly enjoyed it sir but I’m not qualified to grade myself. You are in as much better position to say sir.”
 
“I have to say Banks you certainly get an A for obedience. You have properly addressed me since I corrected you earlier. Good job.”
 
“Thank you sir” I said blushing from his praise.
 
“As far as your other grade now is not a good time to give it. Due to the situation I’m afraid that I might be unfairly biased in your favor right now. I do believe you will need much more tutoring on theses subjects this summer though. Any thoughts?”
 
“I agree sir. I still have a lot to learn if I can find the right tutor.” When I said this I looked straight at Mr. Middlebrooks.
 
“Quite correct Banks. For your first lesson report promptly to this address tomorrow at seven in the evening. If you are late even one minute you will be disciplined. No questions now. You are dismissed” he said brusquely handing me a slip with an address printed on it.
 
“Yes sir, thank you sir” I said taking it from him and leaving without another word.
 
That night after dinner I didn’t go out and when my parents asked why I was staying home on a Friday I told them I felt a little sick. I went to my room and thought about what had happened earlier and I became very excited. I had to masturbate twice in order to be able to fall asleep but I knew that tomorrow my education would continue. I smiled before rolling over and closing my eyes.
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Teenage Hormones pt. 2

From the shadows of the stairway, Becky secretly watches her big brother vigorously fuck their Mom in the dark family room. She wants him to fuck her like that and plots a way to get him into her bed.

My Sister In Law, The Unexpected Cum Slut

Dinner was pleasant. My wife and I were out at a nice Italian restaurant with my wife’s brother and our sister-in-law. The food was fantastic, the wine was delicious and the conversation was flowing; all of us sharing stories and laughing.
Well, most of us, anyway. Our sister-in-law, Jenny, isn’t quite as outgoing as the rest of the family. She has the occasional anecdote to share, but mainly her life revolved her children. She didn’t seem to have many of her own friends and she was a stay at home mom, so she only had so many stories to share. She realized that the average person, even relatives, could only listen to so many stories about her children, so she mainly remained quiet and listened to everyone else.
The conversation did turn back to Jenny’s preferred topic as the evening rolled on when my wife asked about their plans for a third child. It was no secret that Jenny desperately wanted to have at least one more child, while Jason wasn’t as keen on the idea. In his opinion, they had two beautiful children and they weren’t getting any younger, so why not just be happy with the family they had?
As the conversation continued, Jason decided to share a story with us that illustrated how badly Jenny wanted a third child. He began:
“Seriously you guys, she wants another kid so badly that she practically raped me!”
“Jason!” Jenny exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down, but obviously shocked at the story he was about to tell.
My wife and I had the same reaction, yelling, “WHAT?!”
“Yeah,” Jason continued, obviously not caring about Jenny’s objection, “I got home one night after work and was exhausted. I ate dinner, played with the kids for awhile, but I just couldn’t stay awake any longer so went to bed around 9:30.”
My wife and I were leaned in, listening quite intently. Jenny knew there was no way to stop Jason once he was in the middle of the story, so she just sat there blushing as he continued.
“All of a sudden in the middle of the night, I feel something moving on top of me. I opened my eyes, and there’s Jenny on top of me!”
“Like, trying to get you to wake up to have sex?” my wife asked.
“No!” Jason says, “We were having sex! She somehow got me hard while I was still asleep and she was having sex with me. That’s how badly she wants to have another kid! She doesn’t even care if I’m an active participant! She just wants my stuff!”
“So she was “milking” you!” I blurted out.
We were all roaring with laughter. Well, all of us except Jenny who just sort of chuckled, trying not to be a stick in the mud. You could tell she was pretty embarrassed, but I had to give her credit; she took the story like a champ. I know a lot of people who would have stormed out at that point or at least fumed for the rest of the meal. Not Jenny. She sat there and enjoyed the rest of the evening with us.
We changed subjects, had desert and after everyone had their fill, we paid our tab and left. On the way home my wife and I talked about the “milking” story. We just couldn’t believe Jenny would do such a thing; it was so out of character for the woman we knew. We laughed about it a bit more and the two of us occasionally took to calling Jenny “the Milker” in our private conversations.
But as with most things, time passed and the reference began to fade.
A few months later, Jason and I went out drinking with some friends. With the two little ones at home, Jason doesn’t get to go out with the guys very often, so when he does get the chance he likes to make the most of it. I’m not one to reign anyone in and I enjoy my nights away, as well, so our nights out often end in fun, a few foggy memories and a pounding headache the next morning.
This particular night was no exception. Beers were followed by shots, which were then followed by many more beers. At the end of the night, neither of us was in any shape to drive home, and since we were closer to Jason’s house we shared a cab back to his place where I was going to crash until the morning.
Jason set me up in their guest room and stumbled off to bed for the night. I passed out pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow.
At some point in the night, I began to have a dream about sex. This is nothing new and it actually happens quite often when I have a lot to drink. You’re out in a bar, lots of pretty girls are around and the images stick with you through the night.
The dream was extremely vivid. I couldn’t see what the girl looked like, but the sex itself seemed so real. I could seem to actually feel my hard cock sliding in and out of a wet hole. I wished the dream was real, but knowing that it was just a dream I tried to keep my eyes closed and hope the dream would last. Since I was gaining consciousness I knew it would end any minute now and I would be disappointed to find myself in a bed by myself, but I tried to hold on to the dream as long as I could.
To my surprise, the dream wasn’t ending. In fact, it seemed to be getting more and more vivid. I could still feel my cock engulfed in a tight hole. I could hear the girl in my dream moaning as if she were right there. Maybe I had remembered the night’s events incorrectly? Did I somehow get home that night? Was I possibly in my own bed? Even possibly having sex with my wife?
I was afraid to risk waking up and ending the dream. On the other hand, I would have to miss out on actively having sex if this happened to be real. I decided to chance it and wake myself up.
I opened my eyes slowly, not sure if I was going to see my wife on top of me or an empty room. I shocked when I saw neither.
Directly in front of me was a pair of unknown, but quite large, milky-white breasts. I looked down the silky smooth stomach and watched as the woman’s hips straddled my own and moved rhythmically back and forth over my pelvis; my penis buried deep in the woman’s womb. I looked back up the body. Her arms were extended with her hands in the middle of my chest for support. Her back was arched slightly, breasts protruding forward and her neck was tilted backward with her eyes closed; enjoying the ride. My sister-in-law, Jenny, was fucking me as I slept. To use the expression we had developed, she was “milking” me.
At this point I was left questioning what to do. On the one hand, I was at that moment cheating on my wife. Plus, I really liked my brother-in-law and, even though I had no idea what had been happening up until this point, this was still his wife that I was having sex with. On the other hand, neither my wife nor Jason would probably care – or possibly even believe – how I came to have my dick buried deep inside of Jenny. And being inside of her felt so good and her tits looked so wonderful bouncing on the chest above me. Do I just close my eyes and enjoy this, let Jenny leave when it’s finished and act like nothing happened?
I didn’t have time to make a decision. As I was debating this in my head, I saw Jenny open her eyes and look at me. She could tell I was about to say something and simply whispered, “Shush, shuuush.”
Jenny leaned forward until her face was a few inches from mine. I could feel her dangling breasts rubbing against my chest. She began to talk quietly as she continued humping her hips on my shaft.
“Just relax,” she tried to reassure me, “just relax. No one will ever find out about this. Just enjoy it.”
“Jenny, what about Jason? What about the kids? What if someone wakes up and comes in here?”
“Wakes up?” she replied, “Oh, you still think it’s the middle of the night. It’s actually 9 in the morning. Jason got called into work and will be gone all day. Saturdays the kids spend with their grandfather so they’ll be gone all day, too.”
She kept sliding slowly up and down my shaft. She was obviously enjoying this immensely. I was too, it felt great! But it was wrong, too.
“Jenny, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I began to protest, but she cut me off.
“Relax,” she said again, “I just want your cum and then we can be done with this if you’d like. Mmmm, if feels so good though. Doesn’t it?”
She just wanted my cum? What? I knew she wanted another child, but this was crazy! How would she explain it if I knocked her up?
I tried to explain that point of view.
“Jenny, I know you want a third kid, but 
”
Again, she cut me off. “I’m not trying to get pregnant. I’m not stupid!” she said. “You can only get pregnant at certain times of the month and this isn’t one of them for me. I couldn’t get pregnant if I wanted to right now. Like I said, I just want your cum.”
“What?” was the only reply I could come up with; not exactly witty or anything, I know!
“Jason wasn’t lying about the story when he woke up with me having sex with him, but he was wrong about the reason,” she explained. “I’d love to have another child, but getting pregnant wasn’t my plan that night. And it wasn’t my motivation the other nights I’ve screwed him while he slept and never woke up to notice.”
She had me puzzled.
She continued, “I just love cum. Sperm. Jizz. Whatever you want to call it. I just love it. I need it. I always have. I love to feel it fill my insides. I love to feel it coat my tongue as a guy cums in my mouth. I love to feel it shot all over my body.”
“So Jason won’t give it to you?”
“He will, and does. But he has to work so much that he’s exhausted when he gets home and is asleep by the time we could have some “alone time” from the kids. And when I get a craving for some cum, I NEED to have it. I planned on getting some, lots in fact, today, but then he was called in to work. And then I remembered you were here and I couldn’t help myself.”
Holy crap that was hot! Jenny, timid, shy Jenny, just confessed her cum addiction to me. She was still riding my cock. She was taking it in longer strokes now. She would pull her hips up until just the head of my cock was left inside of her and then she would slide slowly down until my balls were pressed against her ass.
“So?” she asked. “Can I have your cum? Can I feel it shoot inside of me? We can stop after that, if you’d like, but I would love to feel your cum all over me today. You can shoot it wherever you want.”
I knew this was wrong. I knew we should stop. But I hadn’t stopped it when I first knew what was happening, so I was already cheating with my sister-in-law. We had been screwing for awhile now and I was getting fairly close to cumming anyway, so I might as well finish I thought.
I had been a passive participant the whole time up until the moment. I had kept my arms at my side letting Jenny do all the work. Now I was going to join in. I reach around and grabbed her ass and squeezed, pulling her down onto my member until I bottomed out in her.
I looked her in the eyes and asked, “Wherever I want?”
Her eyes twinkled as I asked that question. Jenny knew she had me. She knew she was going to get what she wanted so badly – cum! And she knew she was going to get more than one load from me.
She smiled and replied in a sultry voice, “Wherever you want. In my pussy; on my face; in my mouth; you can even explode all over my big tits and I’ll lick it off of them for you.”
Fuck, so hot! Whoever knew Jenny would be such a cum slut!
There was one place I most definitely wanted to plant my seed though, and she had not mentioned it.
“What about deep in your ass?” I asked as I slipped a finger between her crack and rubbed her ass hole.
“Oh fuck. No, not there. I’ve only done anal once and I didn’t like it.”
I knew she was desperate though and would give in. “Well, you said ‘wherever’ and that’s where I want to cum. Either you let me cum in your ass or we will stop right now before you get any cum. You will have to go all day without fulfilling your craving. And who knows whether Jason will be too tired when he gets home from working all day after being up late last night 
”
Now I had her! “OK, you can cum in my ass. But later. I want to feel it in my pussy first. Then I want to feel it shoot either on my face or tits. Then you can have my ass. Deal?”
“Deal!”
Jenny then picked up the pace. She started moving up and down my cock faster, determined to now get the first of what was going to be many loads today.
I reached up and for the first time felt the weight of her large breasts in my hands. I squeezed them, fondled them, and then brought them to my mouth.
I ran circles around her nipples with my tongue and then bit her nipple. I then sucked her breasts into my mouth, trying to suck in as much as I could.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Jenny moaned, “Suck my nipples. Bite them, pull on them, lick them, suck them! Yes! I love it.”
I went back and forth sucking one breast before moving to manipulate the other one. Jenny kept fucking me. We had fucked so long that I couldn’t believe she hadn’t gone dry, but the anticipation of the cum that was about to fill her kept her soaked.
I was finally about to cum and so was Jenny. She took her breast from my mouth and sat back into the position she was in when I woke up. She put her hands back on my chest for balance and I grabbed her hips, helping pull her on my cock faster. She was bouncing up and down on my cock and I watched her supple breasts bounce with the same rhythm.
Finally, I reached the point of no return. “Jenny, I’m going to cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m about to cum. You want to feel me cum inside of you?”
“Oh yes, fucking give it to me! I want to feel it shoot inside of me! Give it to me now!”
And I did! I thrust up as she pushed down on my cock and I shot deep inside of her, filling her with every ounce of warm cum I had.
As I finished shooting and the last drops oozed out, Jenny just sat there, as if she were waiting for something. Eventually, after a minute or two, I could feel my own cum run back down onto the head of my cock.
“There it is,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to herself, me, or both of us. She raised off of my lap, my shrinking cock popping out of her pussy, and she hovered for a minute. She looked down with intent and we both watched as my sperm slid out of her pussy and dripped onto my cock. I could see her trying to push more out and covered my cock with my own cum.
“Oh I love feeling it slide out of me. That feels so good!”
“Are you ready to start building up your second load?” she asked me.
“Sure,” I replied simply. Jenny then lowered her head into my crotch and swallowed my cum covered cock. I could feel her sucking up as much cum as possible into one mouthful, and then she looked up at me, took her closed mouth off my cock and then opened it to show my load on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed.
“Yum that’s good!” Jenny exclaimed and then went back to sucking my cock, still with a bit of cum on it, to get me hard and ready for round two.

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