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Pt.1 - CUDDLING ON THE COUCH - Chloe was my first real love. We started dating in high school and became inseparable after a few months. She was absolutely beautiful... long blonde hair, gorgeous smile, infectious laugh. In no time at all, I was head over heels in love and I figured she would be “the one”. I became very close with her family, spending more time at her house than at my own. A large house for a large family. Her younger sister, Cindy, was very pretty like Chloe, in a smaller frame, more innocent... not as “over confident” as Chloe. Long platinum blonde hair, thin but athletic, beautiful eyes, very petite. She was kind of a tomboy, never wearing makeup, into sports, always in shorts or jeans and t-shirts. Cindy was just hitting puberty when Chloe and I started dating. But she was growing up quickly as the time passed. Chloe, Cindy, and I would often pile together and watch TV in the family room, which was in the daylight basement of the house, along with Chloe’s and Cindy’s bedrooms. When Cindy would join us on the couch she always sat on the other side of Chloe, at least in the beginning. On weekends I might stay late, going home after their parents went to bed. Chloe would often change into her fuzzy nightgown to watch a late movie. We would cuddle on the couch, and if we were alone I would throw a blanket over us so we could play a little under the blanket. I suppose our petting sessions on the couch were especially exciting due to the possibility of getting caught. Cindy would sometimes walk by on her way to bed and it always spiked my arousal. I think she knew what was going on by the way she would look over when saying goodnight. As time went on, I saw Cindy developing. I watched her body changing from a little girl into a young woman; growing bumps and curves, and she started wearing a padded "training" bra. I clearly remember the night Cindy plopped down on my side of the couch. She had changed into shorts and a t-shirt; not much different than her regular attire, except I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see two pointy bumps pressing against the shirt where the padded cups of her bra would normally be. She cuddled up next to me and pulled the blanket that Chloe and I were sharing over her legs. This quickly became the norm when we watched movies downstairs. I started paying more attention to Cindy, her developing body, and how she acted around me. One weekend night Chloe and I started watching a movie, downstairs on the couch as usual. I know it was a weekend, because it was late and everyone had gone to bed... or so I thought. Chloe was wearing her fuzzy nightgown, nothing underneath, and we had a blanket over us. My left hand was rubbing her under her nightgown. My pants were unzipped and my dick was pulled out above the waistband of my underwear; Chloe stroking me under the blanket. The petting had gone on for a while, and was working on both of us; I could tell by her breathing and movements she wasn’t too far from climaxing. We heard Cindy’s bedroom door open and she walked out dressed in a thin white nightshirt. She plopped down on the couch beside me before either of us could react. She curled her legs up on the couch and snuggled up close to me. Reaching over, she grabbed the blanket very close to where Chloe had been rubbing me, and pulled it over her legs. I hadn’t ever seen her wear this before, and as I glanced over at her I could see why. The material was pretty transparent... you could see her nipples through the fabric. “Why are you out here? I thought you were in bed” Chloe said in an unwelcome tone, obviously irritated her little sister interrupted our petting session. “It’s too early... besides, I want to watch this movie” I looked over at Chloe and she rolled her eyes. We both stopped playing under the covers, and my hard-on quickly deflated. However, I couldn’t very well tuck things back in place and zip my pants back up. Cindy was close up against my right side... I could feel her bare knee against my hand. It made me kinda uncomfortable, but excited at the same time, especially since my dick was exposed just inches away. I finally pulled my arm out from under the blanket and wrapped it over her shoulder. She pulled in closer, her head resting on my right shoulder. Chloe’s head was on my left shoulder, her hand still on my dick, which was starting to wake up again. Trying to look focused on the movie, I snuck a peek down to Cindy’s nightshirt. I could definitely see the points of her nipples through the thin fabric. The nightshirt had a lower cowl neck, and I could almost see down inside the front. ........... This is dangerous. I could get busted by Cindy... or even worse, by Chloe Chloe felt my dick getting hard, and started to rub me slowly. I started doing the same to her, but you could see the movement through the blanket. Chloe grabbed the tub of popcorn sitting next her and placed it to the right of my lap, closer to Cindy as though to share, but it was actually to block her view of the action under the blanket. Under the blanket, I inched up Chloe’s fuzzy nightgown further until I could sneak my hand down and slide a finger into her pussy. I loved the warm, soft feeling of her when she was wet and aroused. I was getting really turned on... my heart rate increasing from the dangerous situation, the feeling of Chloe’s pussy on my left hand, and Cindy’s soft shoulder in my right. I looked to the left at Chloe and her eyes were closed. I could see she was getting off from the stimulation and the situation. ........... If she only knew Cindy leaned forward to grab some popcorn, and through the corner of my eye I could see her nightshirt fall forward a bit. I looked back at Chloe and she was oblivious, eyes closed, her pelvis arching up to my fingers. Her pace was picking up rubbing my dick as well; the movement obvious from my viewpoint. I turned and looked at Cindy. She seemed to be watching the movie, but I could tell she kept glancing over at the popcorn, which was moving a bit in rhythm to Chloe’s hand. Cindy leaned forward again for some popcorn, and I turned my full attention to looking down her nightshirt. It fell forward enough to see the edges of her breasts, but I couldn’t see her nipples. I was fucking rock hard now, and could feel a climax building. I could tell Chloe was getting close too, as she was moving harder against my hand and fingers. Cindy was feeling around in the popcorn bin, like she was looking for a particular piece of popcorn. She leaned forward more, and I realized she was actually trying to get a better look at what was going on under the blanket. Her eyes were fixed on the movement at Chloe’s groin. She leaned further forward to see what was happening in my pants; a view partially blocked by the popcorn. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open slightly when she could see the movement from her sister’s hand rubbing on my cock. Her nightshirt fell further forward as she did this and I could see right down the front, all the way to her tummy; her right breast fully exposed. ............ I nearly blew my top right then Beautiful, budding breast with a flawless pink nipple, puffy and erect. She stayed there, eyes locked on my groin, my eyes staring at her right breast, Chloe humping my hand and rubbing my dick like no one was watching. I slid my hand down from Cindy’s shoulder onto her bare arm and pulled her forward until I could see both of her breasts down her nightshirt, and she could better see Chloe’s hand rubbing my dick. Cindy didn’t seem to even notice I was doing this... she was focused on the blanket. I held her there, staring at her perfect breasts... as I started to climax. Chloe was cumming too, her ass tightening and pushing her mound upwards against my fingers. I squeezed Cindy’s arm, holding her tightly, blatantly staring at her breasts, and exploded under the blanket. I thrust forward and squeezed Cindy’s arm with each spasm, pumping load after load... soaking my underwear and the blanket. Chloe came seconds later, her body quivering and finally slumping back into the couch. Cindy broke her stare and looked up at me. I was still staring down her open nightshirt, locked in a daze from my strong climax. I loosened my grip on her and let her sink back into the couch. I looked over at Chloe, who looked like she had just woken up. She glanced over at me with a smile and a shocked look in her eyes. She rested her head against my shoulder. .... .I was very relieved that she didn't realize what had just occurred The reality started to hit me and I panicked slightly. I looked over at Cindy and gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She looked up at me and smiled. Her lips were trembling, but she was smiling. I gave her a nervous smile back and gave her another reassuring squeeze. After about 10-minutes, Cindy got up, said “I’m going to bed- goodnight” and ran to her room. After the movie ended, I walked Chloe to her bed and kissed her goodnight. I grabbed the blanket off the couch, rinsed out the wet area and threw it in the laundry. I let myself out the side door. Driving home my mind was racing- so many feelings- guilt, love, arousal, shame, excitement, fear... will Cindy tell Chloe? Her parents? Maybe Cindy will be grossed out by what she saw and never want to talk to me again? Regardless of all those fears, the overriding thing on my mind was the vivid memory of looking down Cindy’s nightshirt at her naked breasts. Next: Part 2 - More Movie Nights

Gina the Love Slut Chapter 1: The Beginning My name is Gina, I am 35 years old and I would like to share with you my sexual adventures. I guess you could call me a slut, as I love having sex. I have been married three times, as the men in my life could not keep up with me. One husband left me just for being a little too kinky for him. I am now married to a man who understands my needs as well as allowing me to fulfill them. I will begin my story with growing up at home. I was born in a small town in USA. Mom was only seventeen when she gave birth to me. I never knew my father as we lost him in a car accident when I was only two. My mom Tammy raised me the best she could what with being a single parent. Mom worked days mostly when I was young however, in my teen years she switched to nights because it paid more. When mom worked nights, my Aunt Linda would stay with me until mom got home. Aunt Linda was a rather wild woman who had many boyfriends as well as girlfriends. I found out about sex at school in my teen years however, I learned how to do it by watching Aunt Linda and her boyfriends. I even learned that a woman could give much pleasure to another woman when I watched Aunt Linda and another woman having sex. I had found out a couple of years before about playing with my pussy from listening to other girls at school. I also read about playing with myself in some magazine I happened to find in our basement. The one girlfriend that I did have back then; she and I would do different things to each other like kissing and playing with our pussies together. I was fourteen the first time I ever saw sex between a man and a woman. It happened on a Friday night. Mom was working nights and Aunt Linda was there. A little, after nine I told Aunt Linda I was tired and that I was going to go to bed. I awoke a couple hours later as I had to go to the bathroom. When I left the bathroom, I walked out to the living room to see if Aunt Linda was still awake. She was and I saw that she was not alone. Some man was sitting next to her and they were kissing up a storm. I stayed back in the shadows watching them. The man broke their kiss and he started to unbutton Aunt Linda’s shirt. He removed her shirt tossing it to the floor before his hands went to the hooks at her bra. Aunt Linda turned sideways as he removed her bra. Her huge tits fell from her bra bouncing and jiggling as they fell into place. Aunt Linda’s tits were round with big dark nipples jutting from her boobs. The man took his fingers and he pulled and pinched at both of her nipples. Her nipples grew hard sticking out from her breasts. The man cupped her tits in his hand as he lowered his face to them. He gently licked at her nipples. Aunt Linda cooed and moaned as her hand went to the back of his head. She rubbed at his head pulling him tighter against her tit as the man’s mouth went around her nipple. “Yes, suck on my tits,” Aunt Linda moaned out as the man suckled on her breasts. My pussy started to tingle and throb under my nightshirt. I knew what to do when I felt my pussy tingling like that. I had over heard girls talking while in the locker room about rubbing their pussies. I had been rubbing mine for the last year. I left my hand drift down to my pussy, which had started to get hairy during this time. I rubbed my whole hand at the mound of my pussy. I watched the man lift his head from her tits as they kissed deeply. My aunt broke their kiss as she stood up in front of this man. Aunt Linda pulled the man from the sofa lifting his shirt up and pulling it from his body. I ran a finger between my pussy lips when I saw his well-built chest as she slipped his shirt over his head. My aunt kissed at his chest then worked her way down over his abdomen. She fell to her knees in front of him. “MMMmmm you’re so big,” Aunt Linda cooed as her hand rubbed at the front of his pants. I could see the bulge pushing his pants out as she rubbed his cock through his pants. I had only ever seen pictures of a man’s penis in magazines never in real life. My aunt undid his belt then unzipped his pants. I watched very intently wanting to see my first real cock. She tucked her thumbs into his pants and pulled them down leaving him standing there just in his boxer shorts. His hard cock was pushing the front of his boxer short far away from his body. Aunt Linda reached up and wrapped her hand around his cock pumping at his cock through his boxers. I dipped one finger into my pussy as I stood there watching them. My fingertip slipped up into my pussy as my aunt pulled his boxers down his legs. My pussy rather convulsed onto my fingertip as I stared at his cock. It throbbed up and down as it stuck out from his body. It was much bigger than any cock I had seen in magazines. It was long maybe about nine or 10 inches with a fat mushroom shaped head on it. My aunt wrapped one then her other hand around his big cock. She pulled and pumped at his cock with both of her hands. I watched her as I fingered my pussy. The man reached down with both his hands placing them onto the top of my aunt’s head as he said, “Suck it Linda,” “Take my cock into your sweet mouth.” My aunt rose up onto her knees as she brought her mouth closer to his cock. Her tongue shot from her mouth running over and around just the head of his cock. She pumped at his cock with both hands as her tongue danced around the head of his cock. I buried my finger deeper into my pussy as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. I could see her cheeks sucking in as she started to suck on just the head of his cock. My aunt removed one of her hands from his cock as her mouth slipped down his cock. She started to work her mouth up and down his cock. The man rocked his body toward my aunt as he said, “Ahhh yeah suck it baby.” My aunt did as he told her. I watched her cheeks going in and out, as she worked her way down his cock. She got her mouth down to her hand and started to come back up his cock with her mouth. She started to pump her hand on his cock as she backed her mouth off it. My finger was now sliding in and out of my pussy as I watched them. I had to lean against the wall to keep my balance as I fingered my pussy. I slipped another finger up inside of my pussy when my aunt pulled her mouth off his cock. A string of pre-cum hung from her lips as she backed her mouth from his cock. “Your cock is so big and so tasty,” Aunt Linda moaned out as her tongue twirled at the pre-cum hanging from her lips. She took his cock once more into her mouth. She ran her mouth up and down his cock sucking at it each time as her mouth pulled up on his cock. My aunt kept working his cock with her hand as she sucked at his cock. She removed her hand and worked the rest of his cock into her mouth. I was shocked to see her mouth pressed firmly against his pelvic area. That meant she had taken all of his cock into her mouth. She had to have taken his cock deep into her throat what with how long his cock was. Aunt Linda ran her mouth up and down the full length of his cock for some time before she pulled her mouth from his cock. She looked up to him as she said, “Fuck me Bill give me that big cock.” Bill reached down pulling my aunt to her feet. He kissed her deeply as their lips met. Bill broke their kiss as his hands went to the shorts she had worn. Bill pulled my aunt’s shorts and her panties down off her in one quick motion. I saw that my aunt had a full patch of dark hair around her pussy. I also saw that her pussy lips hung down from her pussy. The man rather roughly turned and pushed her to the sofa. “Get on your knees with your hand to the back of the sofa,” Bill said in a demanding voice. My aunt got into position as Bill got behind her. He beat his big cock against the cheeks of her butt. Bill brought his hand to his mouth and he spat into it. His hand went down between my aunt’s legs wiping his spit into her pussy from behind. Bill took his big cock into his hand and he rubbed just the head at her pussy. My aunt squirmed back toward his cock when he did. Bill jabbed his cock forward as his hand left his cock. His cock buried deeply into her pussy from behind. “AHHHHH SHIT,” Aunt Linda screamed out as Bill shoved his cock up her pussy. Bill had about half his cock up her when he pulled it back then plunged it back into her pussy. My aunt moaned loudly as he did. Bill was soon pounding his cock into my aunt from behind. The room filled with slapping sounds as he rammed his cock in and out of her. I felt my pussy twitching on my fingers when I suddenly felt as if I had to pee. I just kept digging my fingers into my pussy as I watched Bill fucking my aunt deep and hard from behind. I slipped a third finger into my pussy as I heard. “Fuck ME HARDER,” Aunt Linda screamed out as she rocked back on his cock. Bill placed his hands onto her hips and he plowed his cock into her pussy. Wet squishy sounds filled the room as he roughly fucked her from behind. My thighs started to shake as my own body trembled. I pulled my fingers from my pussy as a wet liquid squirted from it. I bite my tongue so my moans could not escape me. I felt warm liquid running down both my thighs, as I got weak in my knees. “I AM GOING TO CUM,” Bill yelled out as he slammed his cock deep into Aunt Linda’s pussy. “AHHHHHHHH,” aunt Linda moaned back. I looked down to the carpet in the hallway where I was standing. There was a big wet spot on the rug. I was not for sure just how the wet spot had got there. I turned and ran for my bedroom. I closed the door behind me as I jumped into my bed. I brought my fingers up to my face where I noticed just how wet they were with my juices. I licked at my fingers then shoved them into my mouth tasting pussy from them. I cleaned them off then rubbed at my pussy getting them coated again. I lie in my bed finger fucking my pussy with my eyes closed remembering what I had just watched them doing. I used three then four fingers jabbing them in and out of my pussy thinking that had to be what his big cock felt like slamming into her pussy. My thighs started to shake again as my pussy got very wet. “AHHhhhhh,” I moaned out as I pulled my fingers from my pussy. My pussy twitched then shot pussy juices from it. I smacked at my pussy letting my fingers play in the liquid that was shooting from it. I brought my hand to my face where I licked at the juices dripping from my fingers. I cleaned them as I realized the wet spot in the hallway was from my orgasm I had. I went to sleep that night as I dreamed of Bill’s huge cock fucking me from behind as he had my aunt. The next morning I found my sheets were soaking wet as if I had peed the bed during the night. During breakfast the next morning, my mom asked Aunt Linda if our dog had peed in the hallway because she had stepped into a wet spot when she came home from work. My secret was safe because Charlie, our dog took the blamed for the wet spot in the hallway. I was happy for the most part other than, it seemed like I was the only girl in school that did not have a father. Kids can be mean sometimes about that as I am sure some of you can relate to that. I rather kept to myself and was a loner in school. I was shy and I never really thought of myself as being beautiful I was more like that ugly duckling in the story. I had a couple of girlfriends and we would experiment on each other back then. Anytime we stayed at the others house we always found something to try. My first kiss was from a girl and a girl had played with my pussy before a boy had ever touched me. That was until I turned fifteen. My transformation happened over the summer of 1993 when I turned fifteen. My body had been going through growing into a woman for the last year and it seemed to peak that summer. I was about 5’ 1” in height, with shapely legs as well as thighs. I had brunette hair that was curly about shoulder length. My pussy was covered in black thick hair just like my Aunt‘s. My ass was rounding, shapely and smooth as a baby’s butt. I would have to say my best feature back then would have to be my breasts. My boobs had been growing for the past two years and they were around 36c when I was fifteen. Both my mom and my aunt had huge breasts and it looked as if I would have them too. My nipples seemed to be hard all the time. I just had started to notice that men and boys would stare at them when they were near me. Mom, my aunt and I had just moved to a new house in a new neighborhood that summer. Aunt Linda and my mom went in together and brought a house. It was in a small town in the county. I was glad we had moved, as I hated where we lived before. I did not know anyone in our new neighborhood. However, that was soon to change. The first person I met was the girl who lived next door. Her name was Susan however she went by Sue. The day we were moving in Sue came over and she introduced herself. Sue was the same age as I was. She had long blonde hair, about 5’ 2”; she was chunky for her size however, she was still cute. One of the first things I noticed about Sue was her big tits. Sue had on a tank top, which showed her massive cleavage at the top of her tank top. I would find out later that her boobs were 40c. Her lovely tits jiggled and shook with each step she took. For some reason I found myself attracted to her from the first time I saw her. Sue helped us move the last few boxes into our new home. Sue helped me unpack my clothes in my bedroom as she told me about everyone who lived near us. She also told me about the cute boys that lived near us as well. I had never been with a boy however; I had done some kissing with a girl. I was never interested in boys or girls mainly because I hated how most of them treated me all because I did not have a dad. “We can jump on our bikes and I can give you a tour of our neighborhood,” Sue said to me. “OK, but let me change my clothes first,” I replied. I did not even think about undressing in front of her as I always had in front of mom and my aunt. I removed my jeans first and then my top. I walked over to my dresser pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank top like Sue had worn. I turned toward her as she sat on my bed. I saw her eyes as they looked to between my legs. “Damn girl you’re fucking hairy,” Sue said staring at the pussy hair sticking from my panties. Sue then looked up at my tits as they hung in my bra as she added, “The boys are going to love those,” smiling at me. I turned rather red as I slipped my panties off then I slipped my bra off exposing my tits to Sue. They rather jiggled back and forth, as I did. Sue smiled at me as I pulled my tank top over my head. The tank top had a built in bra however, it barely supported my big tits. I grabbed my shorts and slipped them up over my pussy and butt as Sue watched me. “You’re a naughty girl not wearing any panties under your shorts,” Sue said smiling at me. Sue went next door to get her bike as I got mine from our garage. She gave me a tour of our neighborhood. We had only gone a few blocks when we stopped at the local swimming pool. “This is where I hang out most of the summer,” Sue said. “Cool, I love swimming,” I replied. “I bet you look hot in your swim suit,” Sue said smiling at me. Sue was looking at my big tits as she told me that. In fact, she was rather staring at them as she ran her tongue over her top lips. Her eyes sorted of glassed over as she stared at my tits. I looked down to see that my nipples were hard and poking through the tank top, I had worn. “Hey Sue,” a male voice yelled out from behind me. I turned to see a boy about our age. He had a towel wrapped around his shoulders wearing swim trunks. He had blonde hair, blue eyes with an athletic body. My legs tangled with my bike pedal as I turned toward him. I had to drop my bike as I fell forward toward the ground. I caught myself with my hands before I hit the ground. I had both hands on the ground bent over with my ass sticking up high into the air. I knew he could see down my top with my hands on the ground as they were as I looked up at him. I stood back up quickly staring at him. “Damn Sue, who’s your friend?” He asked staring at my tank top. “Fred this is Gina she just moved into the neighborhood,” Sue replied. “Nice to meet you Gina and those,” Fred replied looking to me and pointing to my big tits. I looked down to my chest to see what he was staring at as well as pointing too. I turned bright red when I noticed both of my tits had slipped from my tank top. I noticed Fred was smiling as I slipped them back into my tank top. I stood there red in my face with Fred still eyeing my tits in my tank top. “FRED, stop it,” Sue yelled. Fred smile to me as he said, “Sorry I did not mean to be staring Gina,” “But damn those are some fine tits,” as he winked at me. I was embarrassed but also feeling tingling between my legs. I turned from Fred and looked to Sue who just smiled at me. I turned back toward Fred and that was when I noticed that he was standing there with his swimming trunks jetting out in front of him. “Looks like you enjoyed the show, Fred,” Sue said smiling to him. Fred covered the front of his swim suit with his towel as he asked, “You girls coming swimming later?” “We might you never know,” Sue replied. Fred walked over to Sue and he gave her a hug. He turned to me and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He hugged me tightly as I felt something jabbing me at my pussy. His boner was grinding between my legs as he hugged me. Fred rather pumped his cock against my pussy as he hugged me. I could feel my pussy start to twitch and throb as he ground his hard cock into me. “Hope to see you again too Gina,” Fred said before he broke his hug walking away. I turned to Sue and I asked, “Is he your boyfriend?” “NO, just a friend who I have some fun with from time to time,” Sue replied giving me a big smile. Sue took me around the neighborhood showing me the park and all the other spots where she told me she went for fun. I was not sure just what she meant by fun however, my pussy knew what she meant. Sue and I returned home and we went into her house. Some man was sitting in the living room when we entered. Sue ran over to him and jumped into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she gave him a big long kiss right on his lips. I watched them kissing and I swear they were swapping tongues as they did. “Daddy this is Gina she just moved in next door,” Sue said as she got off her dad. “Call me Steve,” Sue’s dad said as he stood up and came over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against his body. His body smashed against mine as I felt his chest pressing against my boobs. His hands went to my back as he pulled me tighter against himself. I felt something big and hard brushing up between my legs. When he broke the hug, I looked down to the front of his jogging pants. He had a huge bulge sticking from the front of them. Sue grabbed my hand and we ran back to her bedroom where she closed the door. “My daddy likes you,” Sue said smiling at me as we sat on her bed. “I am looking forward to meeting your daddy as well,” She added. I lowered my head as I replied, “I lost my father in a car accident when I was only two.” Sue wrapped her arm around my shoulder pulling me against her as she told me she was sorry to hear that. I explained to her that it was just me, my mom and my aunt living in the house next to them with my head still looking down. I looked up from the floor to Sue’s face, which had a look of concern on it. Sue smiled as she said, “I will share my daddy with you.” Sue stared into my eyes for a few seconds then she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled my face toward hers. Sue gently pressed her lips against mine. Sue kissed me lightly on my lips then pulled away as she stared into my eyes. I looked into hers as I wrapped my arms around her pulling her face back toward mine. I kissed her deeply as our lips touched. I ran my tongue across her lips until she opened her mouth willingly to let mine inside of hers. Our tongues touched as we kissed. I felt my pussy starting to tingle as we kissed. Sue broke our kiss as she said, “I had a feeling you liked girls,” smiling at me. “I like boys too however I have only kissed other girls,” I replied smiling at her. Sue looked at me as she asked, “You have never been with a boy?” I replied, “No I had never done anything with a boy.” Sue smiled as she said, “The boys are going to love you.” Sue and I stayed in her room where we talked about boys and about girls. Sue removed her top and she told me that I could as well. I did and we sat there with our breasts hanging out as we talked. I felt Sue’s hands caressing at my breasts. I placed my hands to her tits rubbing my fingers lightly over her nipples. They grew hard and long as I did. “Mmmmm your hands feel good on my tits,” Sue moaned out softly. Sue bent down and she licked at my already hard nipples. Her tongue roamed over my nipple licking and poking at it. Sue took my nipple into her mouth as she suckled on my breast. I could feel my pussy getting wet as she sucked on my nipple. Sue pulled her mouth from my tit. I reached over cupping both my hands under her tits. I lifted them up then squeezed them together as my tongue licked at both of her nipples. Sue moaned as I dropped one of her tits from my hands. I enclosed my mouth around her tit and I started to suckle on it as she had mine. Sue moaned softly as I felt her hand stroking at my hair as I suckled on her breast. Suddenly her door opened and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her dad standing at the door. I removed my mouth from her tit as I covered my tits with my arms and hand. Sue looked to her dad never covering her tits. “Dinner will be ready soon,” Steve said to his daughter. He smiled at me as he added, “See if Gina would like to join us,” as he walked from her room closing the door. Sue looked to me and she saw the frighten look in my eyes and she said, “Don’t worry about daddy he knows of my fun,” as she winked and smiled at me. Sue slipped her shirt back on as I did. Then she asked me if I wanted to stay for dinner. I told her I could not as I should be getting back home. We walked from her bedroom to the living room. Her dad sat next to a very lovely woman. Steve stood up as we entered the room. “Gina this is my wife Sally,” Steve said. He then turned toward Sally as he added, “Gina is Sue’s newest play thing,” as he smiled at his wife. “DADDY,” Sue cried out as she looked to her mom. Sally stood up and she wrapped her arms around me as she said, “Nice to meet you Gina and pay no attention to my husband,” “He is just a dirty old man,” as she hugged me. I realized when she hugged me her tits were pressed against mine. I felt my nipples harden as her tits pushed against mine. I also felt my pussy juices started to run from my pussy. “Nice to met you too Sally,” I replied as I broke her hug. “You will have to excuse me as I must be getting back home,” I added as I ran to their front door. I ran home and into the house where I went into our bathroom. I sat down on the toilet thinking about my new friend Sue. I slipped my fingers to my pussy as I started to pee. My warm piss covered my fingers as they rubbed at my pussy. I slipped two fingers up into my pussy as I stopped peeing. “AHHhhhh,” I moaned softly as I ran my fingers in and out of my pussy. I played with my pussy with one hand as I squeezed my tits with the other. I started to pinch at my nipples as my fingers dug into my pussy. My thighs went together squeezing my hand between them. I had an orgasm as I thought about Sue, her dad Steve and her mom Sally. I licked my hands of my juices then dried my pussy with toilet paper. I left the bathroom and went into my room. I lay down onto my bed wondering about Sue and her family. I knew what incest was and I started to think that maybe they all played together or they were just open with each other. I started to feel my pussy twitch as I thought about them. I wanted to have Steve take my virgin pussy with that big hard cock that had pressed against me. I wanted to have fun with Sue as well as her mom. My hand drifted down between my legs however, I pulled it back sitting up in bed. What was wrong with me I wondered? I had never felt like this before. My pussy felt warm and tingly as I sat there. Why was it that I was getting so horny all the time? My aunt and mom called for me to come help them in the kitchen. I helped them put our dishes away. It took my mind off our new neighbors at least. The three of us sat down at the kitchen table after we had put every thing away in the kitchen. “Let’s just order a pizza for dinner,” my mom said. “Sounds good to me maybe a hot young boy will deliver it,” Aunt Linda said. “Girl all you think about is dick,” my mom replied with a little laugh. “You should try it you would like it,” Aunt Linda replied smiling to her then to me. “Linda not in front of Gina,” mom said giving her a look. “Mom, I know what sex is,” I replied as I got up from the kitchen table. I hate it when my mom treats me as if I was still a little girl. My aunt was not like that, as she treated me as if I was an adult. I went into the living room and flopped down onto our sofa. Mom came into the room and she sat down onto the sofa where I lie. She rubbed her hand through my hair as she said, “Sorry Gina I forget that you are grown up sometimes.” I sat up and I hugged her telling her it was OK. When I broke our hug mom was staring at the tank top I had worn. I looked down to see that both my nipples were rock hard and sticking out from my shirt. “Maybe you should wear a bra with that shirt,” mom said looking at my nipples. “Leave the girl alone sister,” Aunt Linda said as she walked into the living room. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have big boobs like hers,” she added with a little laugh. Mom smiled at her then to me as she replied, “My boobs are just as big.” “We will let the pizza man decide,” “I dare you to answer the door topless,” said Aunt Linda “LINDA,” mom screamed out looking at her. “Do it mom prove to her you are not chicken,” I said looking to her. “I swear you two are just alike,” mom replied as she walked from the room. My aunt stood there clucking at her like a chicken as she walked from the room. My aunt sat down beside me wrapping her arm around me. She told me not to worry about wearing a bra. “Use those to your advantage as boys will do anything to see or touch them,” Aunt Linda said as she cuddled me in her arms. We were sitting on the sofa together talking. She wanted to know all about our new neighbors. I told her they seemed like normal people. I did not tell her I thought they were a bunch of perverts and that I wanted to have fun with all of them. There was a knock at the door. It was the pizza man with our pizza. My aunt started to get up from the sofa when my mom came running into the living room. “I will get that,” mom said. I looked to my mom and saw that she had taken her shirt off as well as her bra. Mom did have some big tits on her, as she stood there topless in just her jean shorts. Her breasts swung nicely back and forth, as she walked toward the door. I never knew my mom had such lovely breasts, as I had never seen hers. Her tits were big and round just like mine. Her nipples grew hard as she reached the door. Mom took a deep breath then opened the door. “WOOO, here is your pizza,” The man outside the door in his forties said. “Come in while I get you your money,” mom replied calmly to him. The man stepped inside never taking his eyes off my mom’s tits as she went to the stand beside the door. I could see his pants starting to swell as he stared at mom’s tits. Mom was digging in her purse with her tits moving back and forth. Aunt Linda stood up and she took the pizza from him. Mom turned with money in her hand as she stepped closer to him. Mom pulled the money back to her tits as he reached for it. “You have to tell me if my tits are nice before I can give you the money,” mom said with a little laugh. “Lady those be the finest sets of tits that I have seen in a long time,” The pizza man replied. Mom turned to her sister smiling then back to the man as she handed him the money. She told him to keep the change. The man stood there just staring at her tits. Mom asked him if there was something else. “Lady when you need another pizza you just call and ask for Sam to deliver it,” Sam the pizza man said as he walked back out the door. Mom closed the door behind him and she busted up laughing. My aunt went to her and wrapped her arms around her laughing as well. My aunt’s lips went to moms. She kissed my mom deeply and lovingly on her lips. It looked more than just a sister-to-sister kiss to me as I watched them. In fact, I believe they had exchanged some tongue while kissing. My mom broke their kiss as she looked to me. “Gina, get some paper plates while I put my top back on,” mom said smiling at me. I wondered about my mom and my aunt as I went into the kitchen. I had never seen them kissing like that before. I had seen and watched my aunt with other women many times before when she would watch me while mom worked. I wondered if they were lovers as well as sisters as I got the paper plates and returned to the living room. The three of us talked as we ate our pizza. After diner, we put more stuff away and at around ten that night I told my mom and my aunt I was going to bed, as I was tired. I took a quick shower before I slipped my nightshirt on and climbed into bed. I awoke about 2 hours later hearing moaning coming from the living room. I walked slowly down the hallway toward the living room. I stopped and from the shadows, I saw mom lying on top of Aunt Linda on the sofa. I saw that mom had her face buried between my aunt’s legs. My aunt had her face buried into my mom’s pussy from behind. They were in a sixty-nine. “Put your fingers in my pussy,” mom moaned. Aunt Linda removed her face as she slipped her hand up to mom’s butt. She slipped her hand to my mom’s pussy as I watched her slip a couple fingers into her pussy. Aunt Linda started to run them slowly in and out, as mom buried her face between my aunt’s legs again. My nipples grew hard poking through my nightshirt as I watched them. My hand slipped down between my legs and up under my nightshirt. I started to rub at my pussy with the palm of my hand. Aunt Linda started to smack at my mom’s butt with one hand as she dug at mom’s pussy with her other hand. I leaned against the wall as I slipped two fingers up into my own pussy. Mom started to rock her butt back toward my aunt’s hand as she moaned softly into my aunt’s pussy. I moved my two fingers deeper and faster in and out of my own pussy. Mom pulled her head from between her legs as she cried out, “Give me more fuck my pussy with your hand,” before she buried her face into that pussy again. I watched my aunt withdraw her fingers from my mom’s pussy coated with her juices. Aunt Linda licked at her fingers for a few seconds then she rather rolled her fingers and thumb together. She shoved her fingers back up into my mom’s pussy. Mom rocked back against her hand as my aunt started to move it in and out of her. Mom was soon moaning loudly as Aunt Linda worked at her pussy. I added a finger to my own pussy when I saw that my aunt had her hand inside my mom’s pussy. “AHHHHHHH,” mom screamed out as I saw only my aunt’s wrist sticking from her pussy. My aunt started to take her hand in and out of her pussy. I could hear the wetness as her hand slipped in and out of mom’s pussy. My thighs started to shake as orgasm came over my body. “EAT my pussy,” Aunt Linda yelled out as she moved her hand around inside of my mom’s pussy. I heard mom moan and Aunt Linda moan as I bit my tongue so they would not hear me moaning. My pussy juices encased my fingers as I dug them deeper into my pussy. Aunt Linda removed her hand from my mom’s pussy. I watched my mom’s pussy juices squirting into my aunt’s face as mom’s head squirmed between my aunt’s legs. All three of us had orgasm at the same time. I hurried back to my bedroom so they would not know I had been watching them. I climbed back into my bed where I fell right to sleep. The next morning I dressed and went into the kitchen. I found Aunt Linda sitting alone at the table. “Where is mom?” I asked as I sat down. “She got called into work,” Aunt Linda replied. “She was supposed to have a few days off,” I said. “I know but I think her boss just can’t work without her being there,” Aunt Linda replied smiling at me. “I will make you some breakfast,” she added as she got up from the table. When my aunt stood up the robe she had on came untied. Her big heavy tits fell into view as well as the hairy patch of hair covering her pussy. I stared at her tits and at her pussy as I just sat there. “Why stare Gina you saw a lot more last night?” Aunt Linda asked as she smiled at me. I got a worried look on my face as Aunt Linda added, “Don’t worry I did not tell your mom you were watching us,” as she walked over to me. Aunt Linda’s big tits swung side to side as she walked toward me. She bent down as she kissed me on my lips. Her lips rolled on mine as I kissed her back. Aunt Linda broke our kiss as she rose up and pulled my face between her tits. My face snuggled against one of her tits. I gently licked at her nipple with my tongue. “So you have been with a woman already,” Aunt Linda said as she stepped back from me. “Yes a few times,” I replied not wanting her to know what I had done. Aunt Linda walked toward the refrigerator as she said, “Your mom and I have been having fun together since we were your age.” I sat there as she made me breakfast listening to how her and mom had become lovers. Aunt Linda told me that they were not lesbians but that they were bisexual in that they both enjoyed men as well as other women. She also told me that my mom had hidden it from me because she thought I would not understand. “I understand mom turned to you when she lost my dad,” I said. “I know what not having him around feels like,” I added lowering my head to the kitchen floor. “Child your daddy would have loved you as much as he loved your mom.” “He was a good man and we all miss him,” Aunt Linda replied as she wiped a tear then placed my breakfast down in front of me. We talked as I ate my breakfast. We talked about mom as well as the father I did not know. The whole time we talked my aunt did not close her robe up nor did she cover those big tits. When I finished my breakfast, my aunt smiled at me. “I would ask you to join me in the shower however I promised your mom I would leave you be until you were eighteen,” Aunt Linda said with a smile. “Lets just keep our little talk between us as well,” she added as she walked from the kitchen. I cleaned my plate in the sink as I thought about mom and my aunt being lovers. I also thought about her telling me that they both liked men as well. I knew my aunt did as I have seen her with other men. However, I have never seen my mom with a man other than pictures of her and my dad. There was a knock on our door so I went to see who it was. It was Sue so I invited her into our house. We sat in the living room talking and she asked me if I wanted to go swimming when the pool opened. “I will have to ask my aunt if it’s OK,” I said. “You will have to ask me what?” Aunt Linda asked as she entered the room. We both turned to see her wrapping her robe back around her body. I saw the smile come to Sue’s face when she had seen my aunt’s nude body under her robe. I got up from the sofa and walked to my aunt. “Aunt Linda this is Sue she lives next door,” I said. “She wants me to go swimming with her today,” I added. “Nice to met you Sue,” Aunt Linda replied smiling at Sue. She turned to me as she added, “You go have fun I can finish unpacking.” “Thanks Aunt Linda,” I said as I hugged her. Before I broke our hug, I gave her a deep long kiss on her lips just like Sue had done to her dad. I was shocked when I felt my aunt’s tongue entering my mouth. Her tongue danced in my mouth as I felt my pussy start to twitch. My aunt broke our kiss as she said, “Child you have better get out of here before I change my mind,” smiling at me. I looked to Sue who just sat there smiling at both of us. I grabbed her hand and we ran back to my bedroom. I had no sooner closed the bedroom door than Sue flopped down onto my bed. “So you and your aunt are doing it,” Sue said smiling at me. I looked at her as she added, “It’s OK family fun is cool.” Sue went on to tell me that she has been having fun with her mom and dad for more than two years. Sue told me that her dad had made her a woman when she turned fifteen. She told me that the family that plays together stays together. “I am still a virgin as I have only had fun with other girls,” I said to her as we sat on my bed. “I am sure my dad would help you become a woman as well,” Sue replied smiling at me. I sat there with my pussy twitching at the idea of him taking me. He rather reminded me of that man Bill I had seen my aunt with before. I had to squeeze my thighs together as I wondered if he had a big cock as Bill did. My pussy throbbed even more when I heard Sue. “I will ask him tonight when he gets home from work,” Sue said. “What about your mom?” I asked. “Oh she will help too, we all will help,” Sue replied wrapping her arms around me. Sue pulled me down onto my bed as our lips touched. Her tongue parted my lips as she slipped it deeply into my mouth. Sue rather rolled over on top of me as she kissed me deeply. I was still only dressed in my nightshirt. Sue broke our kiss and her hands grabbed at my nightshirt. Sue pulled my nightshirt up and off my body. I lay in the nude before her. Sue‘s hands went to my breasts as she said, “Damn girl you do have some big tits,” as she cupped them with her hands. Sue leaned down and she started to kiss at my boobs. She kissed across the top of them working her mouth down to my nipples. My nipples were hard even before her tongue touched them. Sue used her tongue to lick at my nipples. She ran her tongue around them tickling my tits with her tongue. “AHhhh Sue that feels good,” I moaned out looking at her. Sue removed her tongue from my nipples as she replied, “I know something else that will feel good,” before she kissed her way down toward my pussy. Sue parted my legs when her face got to my pussy. I pulled my legs even further apart spreading them wide for her. Sue placed her hands onto my thighs as she kissed at my pussy. My pussy was already wet however; it got even juicier as she kissed at my pussy lips. Sue just up and buried her face into my hairy pussy. I felt her tongue stabbing up inside of it. Sue’s hand pushed my thighs up as she started to rub her whole face into my pussy. My pussy tingled and then twitched as I felt her mouth taking my clit into her mouth. “AHHhhhhh I think I have to pee,” I cried out pushing at Sue’s head with my hands. Sue did not stop nor move from between my legs. Instead, I felt her sucking at my pussy. Then I felt her slipping a finger up inside of me. Sue sucked at my clit as she rubbed her finger deeply up inside my pussy. “I CAN’T HOLD IT Ahhhh,” I screamed out as my thighs shook wildly. My whole body felt strange as if I was tingling all over. I felt my pussy convulsing then it felt as if I was peeing. I tried to push Sue’s head away however; it felt good so instead I pulled her face tightly against my pussy. “AHHHHhhh FUCK,” I screamed out as I bucked my pussy against Sue’s face as fluids gushed from it. I finally left go of her head as I started to come back down to earth. Sue was lapping at my pussy. Her tongue was running up and down between my open pussy lips. I looked down to see her face was wet with my pussy juices. Sue pulled her head from between my legs as she said, “Damn girl you squirt harder than my mom does.” “Sorry about that I tried to warn you,” I replied. I sat up in the bed as Sue sat up as well. Sue wrapped her arms around me pulling my face into her wet face. Sue kissed me deeply as I kissed her back. I was surprised her face did not smell like pee. In fact, it rather smelled nice to me and I licked at the wet drops on her face. “You will have to return the favor another day as I am on my period,” Sue said to me. “Unless you’re a vampire that is,” Sue added with a little laugh. “UGHHh no,” I replied as I hugged her. “Thanks Sue I have never felt like that before,” I whispered in her ear as we hugged. “Put your swim suit on and meet me at my house with your bike,” Sue said as she got off the bed. I watched her walk from my room as if nothing had happened. I sat there feeling strange then I realized I was feeling my first touch of love. I knew I was going to be very good friends with Sue. I slipped my red bikini on and checked myself out in the mirror. My tits hung out over the top well. I also noticed that if I moved my legs the right way you could see some of my hair around my pussy. I slipped a tee shirt over my bikini before I walked out of my bedroom. I went into the kitchen to find Aunt Linda unpacking our dishes, I went to her and I asked her if she was sure, she did not want me to help her. Aunt Linda turned and she smiled at me. “No you go have fun with your new friend.” “Here is some money in case you need something,” Aunt Linda said handing me a five-dollar bill before she returned to unpacking. I grabbed a towel and went out to my bike. I rode it over to Sue’s house. She was coming outside as I pulled up her driveway. Sue had on a long tee shirt like mine, which covered her body so I did not know if she had on a one piece or was wearing a bikini like mine. We rode our bikes to the pool. Once at the pool we walked inside and Sue took me over to a group of teens my age. There were four boys and another girl sitting on their towels when we walked up to them. One of the boys was Fred who I had met the other day. “Gang this is Gina she just moved next door to me,” Sue said to them. Sue introduced them all to me. Let me see if I can remember their names. The boys were Sam, Greg and Frank and the other girl’s name was Marsha. They all told me hi other than Marsha who came walking over to me. Marsha was a skinny little thing with long blonde hair. She had no tits that I could see as she wore a one-piece swimsuit. She did have a pretty face, which did not match her rather flat body. “Nice to meet you Gina,” Marsha said as she wrapped her arms around me. Once again, I felt her smashing herself against my tits. Everyone in this town was pressing themselves against my tits all the time I thought as she hugged me. Marsha smiled at me as she broke our hug. “Sue sure was right when she told us all how beautiful you were,” Marsha said as she walked away. “YEAH Gina your fucking hot,” Fred yelled. “FRED, she is so out of your league,” Sam said to him with a laugh. I started to blush standing there until Sue said, “You boys leave her alone she is with me today,” as she smiled at me. Sue pulled her shirt up over her head. She had on a dark blue one-piece suit. It was very low cut and you could see half of each of her big tits. The boys all stared at her tits as they shook from side to side as she tossed her shirt to the ground. I stood there with my arms wrapped in front of me wishing I had worn a one piece as well. Sue looked at me as she asked, “Your not going to swim in your tee shirt are you?” I shook my head no, as I pulled my tee shirt up over my head. I tossed it to the ground next to my towel. I turned to the others to find them all staring at me. People had never stared at me as they were doing. I looked around and I noticed many older men were staring at me as well. I looked down to my top to make sure my dam tits had not fallen out when I removed my tee shirt. I looked back to the gang as I asked, “What is it to revealing?” As I cover my boobs with my arms. “You guys all owe me five bucks,” Fred said to the other boys. “I told them you would be in a bikini,” Fred added looking toward me and smiling. The other boys were digging into their wallets as Sue came over to me. She told me not to pay them any attention as they all thought I was just about the hottest babe in town now. Sue grabbed my hand and she led me down to the water. We waded in slowly as the water was a little cold. Sam, Greg and Fred came running into the water splashing the cold water up all over us. Sue and I just dove into the water as they did. We all tossed a beach ball around for a while until Sam swam over to me. “Care to get on my shoulder and take on Fred and Sue,” Sam asked. I looked to see Fred going under Sue and then surfacing with her on his shoulders. I told Sam that I would. He dove under my legs however he dove straight forward running his face right into my pussy. I screamed as I pushed his head from between my legs. Sam surfaced as he said, “Sorry about that let me try it from behind,” as he dove under the water. Sam swam between my legs however; he also felt my ass up as he did. He finally surfaced with me up on his shoulders. The boys were in about neck high water as they walked toward each other. Sue and I interlocked hands as we pushed at each other. Our tits jiggled and shook as we tried to push the other from the boy’s shoulders. Sue finally got the best of me and pushed me from Sam’s shoulders. We laughed as we stood together. Sam told me that no one has ever beat Sue and Fred but that I had given them the best fight yet. “Let’s go lie in the sun,” Sue said grabbing my hand. We all started to walk up toward our towels. As we got into thigh high water, I looked back to the fronts of the boys swimming trunks. They both had boners sticking from them. I whispered into Sue’s ear that I think the boys like us. We both turned back to them and we both gave a little laugh as we pointed to the front of their swim trunks. Sue said, “You two have better put those away,” as she pointed to their hard cocks. The boys dove back into deeper water as Sue and I busted up laughing. Sue and I walked up to our towels where we dried off then sat down onto our towels. I rubbed suntan lotion onto Sue’s back then she started to rub some onto mine. As she did, I noticed a rather cute older man in his thirties watching my tits bounce and staring at them as Sue rubbed lotion onto my back. Sue noticed him as well and she whispered into my ear, “Let’s give him something to stare at.” I leaned back to her as I replied, “I guess so if you say so.” I felt Sue untying my top with her fingers. I looked back to see that the man was still staring at me. Well he was staring at my tits not at me. When Sue had the strings untied, my big tits whether just fell out of my top. I sat up straight as I looked right at the man staring at me. My little red top was now above my tits as they hung out for him to see. I looked around to see that no one else was watching. I ran my hand up to my nipples where I rolled them between my thumb and fore finger. The man smiled at me as my nipple grew hard. I gave him a little wink before I put the girls away again. Sue leaned against me as she whispered, “You are a real slut,” as her tits pressed into my back. I looked back to the man who was laying on his back now. His hard cock was pushing his trunks from his body. I felt my pussy start to tingle as I looked at the boner in his trunks. Sue finished rubbing lotion onto my back and she told me to rub some of her front. I squirted some lotion onto my hands and placed them just below her neckline. I ran my hands in little circles rubbing the lotion in as I moved my hands down toward her chest. Sue’s big tits were sticking half way out of her swimsuit. I massaged the lotion deeper into the upper parts of her tits. I managed to slip my thumbs down her top and massage her nipples with them while rubbing the lotion into her upper tits. “MMmmmm girl you are making me horny,” Sue said softly as she lay back onto her towel. “Rub some onto my legs as well,” Sue added. I squirted some lotion onto her legs and massaged it into her thighs running my hands up against her pussy through her swimsuit. Sue moaned as she parted her legs further apart. I massaged down her legs then got between them massaging the lotion back up her legs. I would brush the sides of my hands into her swimsuit-covered pussy as I rubbed the lotion in on her inner thighs. I ran my fingers lightly over the front of her pussy covered by her swimsuit. Sue raised her head staring down my bikini top as I did. Sue smiled as she said, “Girl you have better stop before you go to far.” Sue was right after all, I could not do anything else what with all the people around. I laid down with her soaking up the sun. I thought about how horny I was and wondered what had came over me or possessed me to do what I have been doing with her. We lay together in the sun for a while until the boys joined us. Sue sat up and she grabbed Fred’s hand as she said, “Come swim with me.” Sue and Fred ran to the water leaving me with Sam, Greg, Frank and Marsha. Sam sat down next to me, as did Greg. Frank and Marsha sat next to us holding hands. I figured they were boyfriend and girlfriend. “She is out there fucking Fred,” Marsha said looking to the water. I sat up as I looked to them in the water. Sue had her arms around his neck and they were kissing. I could also see that Sue was rocking against Fred in the water. I do believe that they were fucking. I looked toward Sam to see that he was not looking toward the water. Instead, he was looking down my top. I glanced toward Greg to see his eyes were also on my tits. I looked to Sam and then to Greg as I asked, “Is there some place we could go and I will give you both a better view of my tits?” They both jumped to their feet as each of them grabbed my hands. They both jerked me to my feet. When they did, my tits shook and jiggled in my bikini top as I stood up between them. Marsha looked over at me and she smiled. As we walked away, I heard Marsha say to Frank, “She might be a bigger slut than Sue.” Greg and Sam walked me behind the concession stand at the pool. There was a little spot behind it with a picnic table. A wooden fence ran next to it and back up against the building making there only one way in and no one could see us back there. Sam told Greg to stand guard as he walked me to the picnic table. Once at the picnic table Sam threw his arms around me and started to kiss me. His kisses were rough and at the same time, his hands were all over my tits. Sam squeezed at my tits through my top. He also pinched and pulled at my nipples through my bikini top. I broke his kiss and pushed his hands from my tits. “Hey they are attached you know,” I said to him. “Sorry Gina I got carried away,” Sam replied. I smiled at him as I pulled my top up over my tits. My tits bounced down into his view. Sam just stood there looking at them with his mouth hanging open. I reached out and grabbed his hand placing it onto my tit. “Rub your hand gently over my tit,” I said moving his hand with mine. I showed him how to tease my nipple with his fingers. I told him to use his other hand the same way on my other tits. I leaned back against the edge of the picnic table as Sam played with my tits. Sam soon had both my nipples hard. “Take your tongue and lick at my nipples,” I said to Sam. Sam stepped forward and leaned his face against my nipple. He flicked his tongue across one then the other. I ran my hand down between my legs and rubbed at my pussy. I pressed a finger hard against my pussy pushing a bit of my bottom into my pussy. I ran my finger between the fold of my pussy lips as Sam went to sucking on my tits. Sam sucked at one tit then the other. I moved my hand from my pussy to the front of his swim trunks. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock grabbing it through his swim trunks. I pumped at it as I had seen my Aunt do to a cock many times. “AHHhh shit Gina,” Sam cried out backing away from me. I looked to the front of his red swim trunks as a dark stain formed. Sam had shot a load into his swim trunks. Sam turned a little red and looked to the ground then he turned and went to Greg. “Your turn and I will watch for anyone coming,” Sam said to Greg as he walked over to him hiding the front of his swim trunks with his hands. Greg came over and he stared at my tits. I told him to ahead and touched them. Greg did just that he took a finger from both hands and flicked them over my hard nipples. I felt my pussy start to leak fluid of its own when he did. Greg leaned near my ear as he asked, “Can I touch your pussy Gina?” I did not answer him. Instead, I grabbed his hand in mine and I pushed them both down the front of my bikini bottom pushing his hand against my pussy. Greg ran his finger along my pussy lips then he ran his finger between my pussy lips. “Your pussy is so hairy and so wet,” Greg said as I felt him poke his finger up inside of my pussy. “AHhhhh,” I moaned out as I grabbed his hand with mine. “Just keep your finger straight and I will do the rest,” I added. I started to take Greg’s finger in and out of my pussy with my hand on his. I started to rock my hips toward his finger each time I drove it back up my pussy. My pussy stated to suck at his finger as I left go of his hand. Greg kept taking his finger in and out of my pussy on his own. I reached over and pulled his swim trunks down over the bulge in them. I was looking at my first cock as it came into view. It was hard and dancing in front of me. His cock was maybe five inches or so but to me it looked big. I ran my fingertip over the head of his cock feeling something wet and gooey leaking from his cock. I wrapped my hand around his cock that fit perfectly in my hand. I started to pump my hand up and down on his cock. Greg stopped moving his finger in and out of my pussy. “Don’t stop finger my pussy,” I said as I rocked toward his hand. “Put two fingers in me,” I moaned as I pumped at his cock. Greg did as I had told him. He slipped two fingers up inside my pussy. He moved them back and forth at the same pace my hand pumped at his cock. I felt my thighs start to shake and his cock throbbed in my hand. I squeezed harder on his cock as I pumped at it with my hand. I moaned softly as I had a small orgasm on his fingers. “AHHHHh GINA,” Greg yelled out loudly. I looked to his cock to see it jerk two or three times. His cock started to shoot clear sticky stuff from it as I pumped on it. Some landed on my thighs but most ran down my hand. I left go of his cock and Greg grabbed it with his own hand. Greg pumped at it some more getting even more fluid from it. Greg stopped pulling on his cock and he slipped it back into his swim trunks. He turned and walked to Sam and they both looked to me. I was wiping his cum from my hand onto the picnic table. They both came over to me and they each gave me a kiss onto my cheeks of my face. “Thanks Gina and welcome to the gang,” they both said to me before they ran off leaving me there. I was just getting my tits back into my top when a man walked around the corner. It was the man who I had flashed earlier when sue was rubbing lotion on me. I stood there looking at him not knowing whether to scream or just run. I looked down to see that his cock was pushing his swimtrunks from his body as I smiled at him. The man looked around then at me as he asked, "Miss could I get a little of what they were getting?" To be continued in the next Chapter. That was my first time of ever being with a boy and I had two of them and now I also had a stranger wanting some of me as well. I rather enjoyed myself that day with Sam and Greg. I was sure I would have more fun with them as summer was just beginning. I will be continuing my story in the coming chapters about how I became the slut I am today. Gina

The Unspoken Game enjoy: The driveway was empty when I pulled in at the end of my academic school day. It was just starting to turn dark when I got out of the car and headed into the house, enjoying the calming sensation of the warm early summer breeze on my skin. It was good to finally be home after a long day of studying. I walked over to the front door, my heavy bag on my shoulder, and turned the knob. It was unlocked and I entered. I slid the car keys on the hanger near the door and headed up to my room, walking past the quiet empty living room and up the stairs. I continued to my room and just as I walked past the bathroom, the door opened loudly and my brat of a sister, Sam, walked out, her blond hair wet and her body covered in a towel. Actually, that's a bit misleading, Sam is really my step sister and not my biological sister. ------------------------------------------------------------- I was just a baby when my mother passed away and don’t remember her at all. She left behind a husband, my father, my older brother Oliver who is 4 years older than me, and myself, Bryce. Two years after she passed, when I was about 3 years old, my father remarried a 23 year old single mother named Melissa who had a 2 year old daughter named Samantha. Melissa's first husband was out of the picture for all I knew. I grew up in a happy family in spite the early life family tragedy. Melissa was a mother to me, I was a son to her, and Samantha or Sam for short was my sister as far as both of us were concerned. We would fight, play, talk and get on each other's nerves at times, just like all siblings do. 16 years have gone by and I was just finishing my first year in college and still living at home with my father, mother and sister. I was hoping to get my own place next year if I manage to save enough during the summer. Sam was finishing up her senior year at high school and going to college next year. --------------------------- "Hey Bro", Sam said as she walked out "how was school?" I could smell the scent of her coconut shampoo and looked at my younger sister. She was shorted than me by a little, probably around 5'9, had a slim figure, long blond hair, green eyes, full red lips and a pair of large breasts that were currently pushing against the towel's fabric and giving me a nice view of her cleavage. She was Hot! I don't remember the first time I noticed this, probably a few years back when her body started to develop, but she undoubtedly was. Still, she was my little sister and I tried not giving the way she looked much thought. It was hard at times like this, or when we would go to the beach or pool and she would be wearing one of her tiny bikinis to show off her body. "Hi, Sam. It was okay" I answered uninterested, "Where's Mom and Dad?" "Mom's taking dad to the airport" Sam answered, "He has a conference somewhere". "Right" I answered and continued towards my room while Sam continued to hers, shaking the thoughts I was having about her body out of my head. I put my stuff down in my room, took my shoes off and headed to the shower. I was so tired after the long day I had and wanted nothing more than to take a warm shower and get into bed. I entered the bathroom and turned on the hot water. After, I tiredly took off my clothes and threw them in the laundry chute that connects the bathroom to the laundry room situated just beneath it on the bottom floor, quite handy. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my naked body, examining my biceps and muscular hairless upper body I worked so hard to achieve. I continued by looking down and admiring my cock. It was larger than average and soft with black trimmed pubic hairs surrounding it. I examined my body for a bit, then entered the shower, letting the warm water wash away my long day and the troubles it brought with it. I toyed with the idea of masturbating but eventually decided not to, being too tired even for that. After washing myself thoroughly I shut off the water and exited the shower reaching for my towel. I reached to where my towel was, not looking, but didn't find it. I opened my eyes to look, and saw that there were no towels on the hangers. I assumed my mother put all the used towel in the washer and walked, still wet, to the bathroom closet where we keep the clean towels. I opened it and saw that to my surprise it was completely empty, not even a small hand towel to dry myself with. I cursed silently and decided to head to my room and get dressed there, not that I had much choice. I open the bathroom door and headed to my room, wet, cold and angry. Just as luck would have it, as I was walking towards my room at the end of the hall, the door of one of the rooms opened and out walked my sister, wearing pink shorts and a white shirt a size or so too small, stretching over her boobs and reaching only down to her naval. She walked out of her room drying her hair with a towel and immediately froze when she saw me standing there naked. She just stood there facing me, blocking the path to my room and gazed at me, her eyes moving from my short wet light brown hair, to my chest and abs and finally looking down at my limp but still visibly large cock. "We're out of towels in the bathroom" I tried saying to explain the situation, sounding apologizing. She was still standing in the middle of the hallway blocking it, so I just continued walking towards her, expecting her to move aside, but she didn't. I was inches from her but she just stood there, her eyes glued to my cock. "Can I get to my room please?" I asked assertively after making a throat clearing sound. Sam snapped back to reality and moved towards the wall blushing as I passed her and entered my room, closing the door behind me. "Well, that was embarrassing" I thought to myself as I got dressed. I opened the door a few minutes later fully dressed, Sam wasn't there anymore and her room's door was closed. I walked over to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before getting into bed and falling asleep almost immediately. I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and walked downstairs to the kitchen where my step mother Melissa, was making breakfast. Now, even though I don't like that word, the best word to describe Melissa would be "Milf". She was 39 years old but could pass for almost ten years younger. For the past few years she has been working as a personal fitness trainer and yoga instructor and had the body to show for it. She had the same blond hair as her daughter, and just now is was tied up in a high ponytail. When I entered the kitchen she had her back turned to me and was wearing a sports bra, sneakers and jogging tights that were beautifully wrapping her tight ass. By the way she dressed, I could tell she just came back from a morning jog. "Morning mom" I said after entering the kitchen. "Good morning honey" she said with a smile. Turning around to face me and allowing me to see the way her sports bra cupped her large tits, looking firm and lovely. "Did you sleep well?" she asked turning back to the stove, continuing to cook breakfast. "I did. How was your morning run?" I asked politely. "It was very nice" she answered, "you can go ahead and set the table, the food will be ready in a bit". I was in the middle of setting the table when we heard footsteps walking down the stairs and my sister came in the kitchen. Surprisingly, she was wearing very different clothes than the ones she usually does. She was wearing very short jeans, barely reaching a quarter of the way down her thigh to her knee and a thin tang top with no bra under it, her tits nicely holding in place and the outline of her nipples clearly visible. "Morning" Sam said walking in to the kitchen and sitting down at the table while I was still setting it. "Great timing Sam" my mother said and brought the food to the table, sitting down. While all 3 of us ate, we had our usual around the table conversation. All the while, I couldn't help but wonder if the way Sam dressed had something to do with what happened last night. Mom didn't say a word about her apparel. The rest of the day continued uneventful, I was mostly in my room studying and when I came down for lunch and supper Sam was wearing the same outfit and mom changed into her regular clothes, but besides her outfit everything was normal. The next day my mom was out the entire day so I just grabbed some stuff to eat and spent the day in my room. In the evening I planned to meet up with some friends and started getting ready an hour or so before. I just planned to go and take a shower when Sam beat me to it. I waited for her to finish but she was taking a while. I knocked on the shower door "Sam, I'm in a hurry, can you finish up?" "I'll be right out" she answered. I went back to my room and organized my clothes on the bed when I heard the shower being turned off and quickly after the bathroom door opening. I quickly opened my door and before I could take a step towards the shower I was greeted by an astonishing image, my step sister walking out of the bathroom completely nude. Her face was expressionless and she started walking down the hall towards me. She was gorgeous. I could see her large round breasts tipped with small pink nipples and bouncing lightly as she walked, I could see her flat smooth stomach and finally I could see the front of her pussy, crowned with teenage wisps of golden hair. She walked towards me without saying a word. A couples steps in front of me she turned into her bedroom and closed the door after her. "What just happened" I thought to myself continuing to the shower. I turned the water on and took my clothes off as I realized my cock was completely hard from the little show I just saw. I couldn’t help but masturbate to the recent image branded in my mind and I came hard while the warm water flowed over me. I knew she did it on purpose, because of what happened two days ago, only I couldn't understand why she would do that. I decided to repay her the same way, and even though I had a towel today, I dried myself off, opened the door as loud as I could and walked out naked. My sister got out of her room dressed and observed my naked body until it disappeared inside my room. This odd encounter became a hot unspoken game between my step sister and me for the weeks after. I would come home at the end of the day and she would usually be home. One of us would go in the shower and come out naked while the other watched from his room and then the other would go take a shower and come out naked. Whenever Sam would take a shower first I would always enter the shower just after her and masturbate wildly to the picture of her amazing naked body. On the first time I was the one to take a shower first, I refrained from touching myself and walked out the bathroom with my cock fully erect. The moment I got out of the shower, Sam was already standing outside her room waiting. She went wide eyed when she saw me and I noticed her bite her lower lip and stare at my cock intently until it disappeared along with me inside my room. That day she showered longer than usual and looked more flustered than usual when she walked out of the shower, giving me the daily dose of her nakedness. The relief I gave myself that day after she saw me completely hard for the first time and I saw her in return was one of the best I ever had. The days after that we would each try and do something to turn the other on when putting on the post shower show. Sam would spread her legs to give me a look at her sexy pink pussy on one day, the next she would enter her room but wait for a few seconds before closing the door to give me a good look at her ass as she gave it a sexy wiggle. One day she pulled her middle finger over her slit while looking me in the eye, and another day she fingered herself then took the finger out and licked it just as she was closing the door to her room. That almost made me cum on the spot. I in return wood try to make my cook as hard as possible for her to see, sometimes stroking it, sometimes playing with my balls and once I just gave myself a trim down there. We would never talk about those blissful few minutes each day whenever Sam and I would talk, we would just know they would come and wait for them craving, like a junky waiting on a fix. The first few times we did this, our parents were out of the house, but on the fifth or sixth day, mom was home and Sam hit the shower first. I was very curious to see what she would do and opened my door as soon as I heard the bathroom door open. Just like the days before, Sam exited the shower naked and put on a show as she walked to her room and closed the door. It was my turn to shower and I pondered on what to do. I thought about it throughout my shower and when I finished drying myself off, I listened closely for my mother through the door but didn't hear a thing. I knew my mother hardly came up to this floor, her room and bathroom being on the bottom one and followed my sister's lead, walking to my room naked as my sister watched from the sideline. My father was even less of a problem, whenever he wasn't away on business, he would come home late, long after Sam and I would shower. On the weekends when he was home he almost never had a reason to go upstairs. We continued our unspoken game for the first week, then the second week, not skipping a day even if our parents were home which to me only made it hotter. On the third week disaster struck, or so I thought. My sister showered first and after her walk of exposure I went in. I thought I heard a knock on the door while I was in the shower, but paid it no attention. I dried myself off and everything seemed quiet, both parents were out of the house when I entered. I opened the door, stepped out and when I turned to my room, I was surprised to see my sister wasn't there. I walked over to my room confused when suddenly the door to my sister's room opened and out comes my mom holding a laundry basket in her hand and in close range view of my unconcealed body. "What the heck are you doing Bryce?" my mother blurted out upon seeing my naked body. "I just finished taking a shower" I said trying to sound cool but on the inside wanting to search for the tallest building and jump. "And?" my mom continued still shocked. "And I'm going to my room to get dressed" I continued in the same confident tone, or so I hoped. "But why are you naked?" mom asked sounding more annoyed. I tried to think of a clever answer and this is what I came up with: "Instead of wearing the towel to my room, getting dressed and bringing it back to the bathroom to hang, it's much more convenient to leave it there and go to my room". I continued on the offensive side hoping it will help "I don’t see what the big deal is, I'm just getting out of the shower and going to my room to get dressed ". By the expression on her face it looked like she bought it but she continued to gaze up and down my naked body. The only thing I was thankful for was that Sam took a shower before me today. Because of that I masturbated in the shower and my cock was limp, hanging in front of me for my step mom to examine. If I would have walked into my mom with a fully hard cock I would consider changing my name and moving to another country. She looked at me for a few more seconds, and finally said "Ok Bryce relax it's just not something you have ever done before and it's not something common in every house, but if you're fine and not embarrassed by it, then I guess I don’t really mind". "Ok" I said, and with that walked passed her and entered my room closing the door behind me and feeling the most embarrassed I have ever been. Sam and I continued our game, after the speech I gave mom it would be even more suspicious for me to stop walking out of the shower naked. She "caught" me twice more over the next week and a half. The first of the two times, she was walking out of my room with a laundry basket again and said nothing about my absence of clothes, only examined my naked body with her eyes. The second time was much worse. I got into the shower first and just before entering, I went down stairs and saw that my mom was preoccupied with her laptop. I seized the opportunity to give my sister a glimpse of my erect cock, something that I was somewhat frightened of doing after the second time mom saw me. I finished taking the shower and stepped out after drying off, making sure my cock was extra hard for the exhibition. I turned to our rooms but she was not standing there like usual, I looked to my door, dreading that my step mom would walk out but she didn't, so I walked over to my room quickly. I walked in to find my mom sitting on my bed with her laptop on her lap. She looked up when I walked into the room and her gaze was instantly glued to my very swollen member, a look of awe on her face. I could see her blush even though she was trying to hide it, and started talking, her eyes on my penis all the while, "Bryce, I really need your help with something on my computer". I was so embarrassed but tried to hide it as best I could, "Sure mom, I'll just get dressed first" I said and walked over to my closet, putting on boxers, a shirt and shorts, feeling my mother's gaze on me as I dressed and realizing that the clothes did little to hide the raging hard on I put on for my sister. I walked over, sat down on my bed next to my mom and heard my sister's door open and the bathroom door close just after. My mother started explaining her computer trouble to me, all the while I thought she was stealing glances at my crotch which slowly subsided and finally disappeared. Shortly after, I finished helping her with the last issue she had and she finally got up to leave. She headed out of my room thanking me for helping her, which took quite a while, and just as she got to the door, I heard the bathroom door open loudly. "Samantha, what in god do you think you're doing" I heard my mom yell from my room. "What mom, I'm just going to my room to get dressed", Sam said and I couldn't help letting out a quiet chuckle. The talk they had continued similar to my mother's and mine the first time she caught me, only Sam had a trump card I didn't: "Bryce does it all the time and you don't have a problem with it". My mother didn’t know how she knew but couldn't say very much to that. "Ok, Sammy" she said defeated "I didn’t know my children were so liberal all of a sudden" she finished with and walked off. We continued playing the game all the same, but without saying a word, brought it down a notch. I stopped getting hard and stroking my dick for my sister's pleasure, and she stopped fingering herself and fondling her breasts for mine. Still, I enjoyed and awaited it every day, a few blissful seconds of ogling my step sister's gorgeous naked body. It was just another regular morning of me getting ready for school. Today, I needed to bring with me a specific book I knew we had in the house, but after searching around for it for a while, I just couldn't find it. I went over to the entrance of my parents' bedroom in hopes that maybe my step mom would know where it is. "Hey mom" I called from the entrance, "do you know where the book I asked you about for school is?" "I can't hear you sweetheart, come in" I made out from her call back. I entered the room but it was empty, the door to the adjoining bathroom was open and the light was on as I repeated the question. "I put it in the den's bookshelf" she answered as she walked out of the bathroom to her bedroom, her figure now fully visible. She was standing in the doorway in front of me, apparently just finished taking a shower, and she was completely naked. I looked at her body admiringly, taking it in, her wet hair, ridiculously fit figure, smooth legs, stunning pair of large round boobs, a bit larger than her daughter's yet still perky, with beautiful pink areolas, small nipples, and a vagina that wouldn't shame an 18 year old catholic school girl, the last decorated with a sexy strip of shaved golden brown hair just above it. "Bryce, did you hear me?" she said snapping me back to reality after I lost myself in her beautiful body for longer than I should have. "Yeah, thanks mom" I answered while turning around, my cock getting hard from looking at her. That evening, our game took an even more inappropriate turn. Sam took a shower first and stepped out. I waited for her to put on her daily show, and wanted to get a drink of water before entering the shower. I ended up standing right next to the entrance to her room when the she came out of the bathroom, instead of at my door which was further away. She stepped out, sexy as usual, and headed to her room, I couldn't help but think of her mother's naked body while looking at her, both turning me on so much. She walked up to where I was standing, and turned to her room, awarding me with a close up look at her luscious ass. I don’t know what took over me, but I just couldn't help myself. Just before she entered her room I gave her ass a playful slap. My sister let out a very surprised sound, part gasp part moan as my palm met the soft white skin of her tight ass. She quickly entered her room and closed the door behind her, an astounded look on her face. I turned around and headed to shower, the slapping sound still echoing in my head. There I masturbated frantically to the images of both my step mom and step sister, mother and daughter, and the sensation of my sister's ass on my hand. I came in seconds, shooting a great load down the drain. When I got out of the shower, my sister was in her usual place watching me intently. I walked towards my room like I do every day, my cock far from its peak after my shower session. I couldn't look Samantha in the eyes after the slapping incident but when I walked passed her, instead of just passing, I felt her hand shoot out from her side and very gently brush my cock with her fingertips. From that day on a new rule has been added to the game: one quick intimate touch allowed. It made the game however hot it was, so much hotter. We now started touching each other's naked body every day. I was brushing her back, stomach, ass, boobs, thigh, and she was touching my ass, chest and testicles. During this time, my mom completely embraced our naked out-of-the-shower routine and took it even further than we had. She would take a shower and then stay naked after, usually just in her room but sometimes around the house too. One day I even heard my dad make a remark to her about it: It was pretty late and I'm guessing my mother just finished taking a shower. I went downstairs for a drink of water and couldn't help but overhear my parents talking, their bedroom door open. "Babe, do you want something to drink from the kitchen, I'm going to get some water" I heard my mom say to my dad. "No thanks hon" I heard my father answer "but aren't you going to put something on?" he asked. "No, I'm just going to the kitchen for a sec" she answered. "But what if one the kids comes down?" my father continued. "So they'll see me naked" she answered, "who cares?" My father didn't answer as far as I heard, but I wouldn't push too much if I were in his place, I don’t see any point in complaining about your beautiful wife wanting to walk around naked. I tried to look like I haven’t been eavesdropping and walked to the kitchen after hearing my stepmother's footsteps. I entered the kitchen and was greeted by a view of my mom's sensual tight ass while she was pouring herself water. She turned around when she heard me step in the kitchen and smiled her usual smile at me, not saying a word and giving me a great sight of her lovely breasts and pussy, her golden bush a bit more wild than the previous time I saw her naked. I took a glass, poured myself some water and drank in silence, stealing glances at her incredible naked body before putting the glass in the sink and climbing back upstairs without saying a word. I kept on seeing her naked every couple days. Sometimes just glimpses, like of her going into the laundry room and then quickly back to her room and sometimes she would walk around, organizing the kitchen or bring up laundry enjoying the naked freedom and not caring if Sam or I saw her. Maybe she even enjoyed it when we saw her, showing off her spectacular nude body. Sam and I continued our unspoken game, the sight of my step mom naked every couple days in addition to the daily viewing of my sister made me horny all the time. I'm pretty sure it affected Sam too and the new touching rule we added got bolder as we got more comfortable with each other. At the start, we would only touch the other lightly but it increased gradually. Sam would now squeeze my ass, play with my balls and stroke my cock, which I would get up for her enthusiastically. I in turn, would fondle her breasts, pinch her nipples and graze her slit, all drawing soft moaning sounds from her. One day, after seeing my mother wash the dishes naked a few minutes before, I did the most extreme thing up until now. As Sam was walking out of the shower, awaiting her daily treat, I held out my middle finger and just as she stood beside me, I slowly inserted it into her warm tight snatch, fingering her as she let out a low, pleasure filled, close eyed moan before barely continuing into her room. With the sensation of her warm pussy and its smell still radiating from my finger, I quickly entered the bathroom, undressed and let the warm water cascade over me. My cock was rock hard and I masturbated to the recent image, sniffing her scent on my free hand. I came fast and hard. After, I kept standing in the hot water trying to calm myself from what I just did to my step sister. I couldn't get the image and sound of her moan as I fingered her out of my head, and it drove me crazy. I knew what we did until know was naughty but what I just did to my sister was in my opinion just wrong. Still, after getting this little taste of her, I had to get more. The shower started turning cold. I turned it off and dried myself, thoughts of Sam still running around my mind. I stepped out of the bathroom and just as I did, I heard footsteps climbing up the stairs. After a second, I saw my step mother carrying a stack of clean sheets that seemed to block her vision of me. She got to the top of the stairs and placed them in a closet in the hallway. Just then she noticed me. We were both as naked as the day we were born. I looked at my step mother, my cock mostly limp. She was wearing her hair into a loose ponytail, her tits as lovely as always and her pussy freshly shaved, the well-trimmed strip of hair I saw the first time back in place. Probably a surprise for my dad who was coming back tomorrow from a week and a half long conference. My mother looked at me back, focusing on my dick as it grew to its full length from the view of her naked body. She seemed shocked that her body could make my cock hard, switching her gaze between my eyes and my cock. This was too much for me and I just lost it. I grabbed her by the shoulder and waist, and pushed her against the wall. "Bryce what are you doing?" she said alarmed but without showing any physical resistance. I slowly moved my right hand from her waist to her thigh, brushing and caressing her soft skin as I kept my left hand on her shoulder. I slowly slid my hand up her thigh and started rubbing my palm over her pussy. "No Bryce, don't, you can’t" she said when I started rubbing her pussy, but still she did not resist even a little. "Ooohh oooohhhh, God" my stepmother moaned as I penetrated her cunt with my middle finger. I pulled my finger out slowly, feeling her wetness on it just before I pushed it back in. She surrendered to me completely, only soft moans and sounds of pleasure leaving her mouth as I finger fucked her lustfully. "Ooohhh", "Sam!", "Aaahhh" my mom suddenly blurted out between moans, trying to stifle the second one without succeeding. I stopped fingering my mother, my finger inside her and I looked to my left, where my mom was looking. I suddenly realized that my sister was standing there, at her usual spot in the entrance to her room. She was naked and watching us, rubbing her pussy with her hand. How long was she standing there? I thought to myself. Was she there all along? Did she stand there waiting for me when I exited the shower? My mother started squirming, looking at Samantha with an embarrassed look and trying to get my finger out of her. My sister closed the gap between us in a few quick steps and was standing inches away from her mother and me. Then, without saying a word, she took my hand from her mother's shoulder and guided it with both hands towards her pussy. I instantly understood her intention, and just as her mother managed to pull my finger out of her, I simultaneously entered my fingers into both pussies, raising cock hardening mother - daughter moans. Samantha's cunt was so wet and I pushed her a little so her back was against the wall, just like her mother. I stood there feeling god like, my cock raging hard, each hand fingering a different pussy, one mother, one daughter, one in my stepmother and one in my stepsister, both smoking hot. I inserted a second finger into each, now pleasing them with both middle and index fingers as their moans increased. They both had their eyes closed in pleasure, and now, seeing both of them naked together and so close, I could note the differences between them. Melissa, my step mom, had a pretty but much more grown up face than her daughter, which had an innocent teenager's face. They both had beautiful large round firm breasts, Sam's being a bit smaller than her mother but with larger harder nipples and the skin more tight. They were both the same height but Sam was much skinnier where Melissa's body was athletic and fit. Finally, they both had the most amazing pussies, my mom's astonishingly almost as tight as my sister's only topped with a darker strip of trimmed hair, where Sam had a teenager's recently blossomed bush of soft blond hair. A loud groan from Sam woke me from my mesmerized gaze over their naked female bodies. I gave each a last deep thrust with me fingers as I slowly pulled them out, the two women floating back to earth and my fingers soaked with their sexual juices. "Come on" said my sister, regaining her senses. She held us by the arm and pulled us through the nearest bedroom door to her room. We entered Sam's well lit room, my mother and sister looking hungrily at my erect cock, the sight and feel of their bodies only encouraging it to get harder and harder. "Lay down" my mother commanded, speaking for the first time in a while. I obeyed instantly and fell on my back on my sister's queen size bed, taking one of her big pillows and placing them behind my back, my cock pointing up invitingly. The girls sat down on both sides of me as my step mom took control. She grabbed my dick with her hand and started stroking it slowly. After a few strokes she drew her face closer to it and gently put the tip of my cock into her mouth. She gave the tip a warm lick and then removed her hand, slowly inserting more of my shaft into her mouth until it was over halfway in. She then started bobbing her head up and down, my cock being pulled out almost all the way and then pushing back in, sliding on her warm tongue almost to her throat each time. I let out a quiet groan as my step mom sucked me masterfully, my step sister watching intently from just inches away. After a few more times, my mom grabbed the base of my cock again and pulled her mouth off creating a large suction sound. She then tilted my cock, towards my sister, offering it to her. Sam took my cock in her mouth eagerly and started sucking on it while my mother held it for her. She was not as good as mom, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm, trying with each blow to take it in a bit more until at one point I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her mouth. Sadly, that was too much for her, and she made a gagging sound as she pulled off quickly, breathing in deeply. I could see a sympathy filled smile on her mother's face, maybe remembering back to a time she gagged on a guy's cock, and continued sucking my dick herself. Even though my mom gave a better blowjob, my sister's was great and did most of the work. It only took a few more blows from my mother for me to feel my orgasm building up. "I'm gonna cum" I called out. My mother knew exactly what to. She gave me two more quick blows before pulling off my cock and reaching for something besides her. She grasped my cock tightly and started stroking its full length in circular twisting motions. "This is what you want to do when they cum" she told my sister, bringing over her other hand, holding my sister's white bra. She wrapped one of the bra's cups over my cock while she continued stroking me. I let out a long loud moan as the orgasm hit me, shooting my load into the cup of my sister's bra as my mother stroked me, my sister looking fascinated by the whole ordeal. I moaned loudly to my mother's strokes, pleasure rushing through me until the orgasm subsided. "She can also let the guy cum in her mouth, and swallow it" I said jokingly after I finished cumming. "Don't listen to him" my step mom said to Sam, giving my drained cock a few more unnecessary hard strokes. Hurting me a little as a reply to my remark. Probably not what you want your daughter to be doing. My mother wiped my cock with the other cup of my sister's bra, and tossed it on the floor, my cock now limp. I sat up on the bed between them, noticed Sam rubbing her pussy with her hand, and got up on my feet. "I think it's my turn now" I said looking down at them, "lay down next to each other". They moved around on the bed without saying a word and got comfortable. They were now both laying on their backs, looking up at me with lust in their eyes, their womanly mounds raising and falling to the rhythm of their breathing. Their nipples were visibly hard and I noticed each had a different shade of pink. As they finished getting in place next to each other on the bed, their legs towards me, they both gradually spread their legs, allowing me access and showing off their perfect pussies. Sam's was a bright pink while mom's was darker but they both looked incredibly inviting. I got on my knees on the floor in front of them and reached with my hands to both. I brushed each thumb over their pubic hair, mom's shortly trimmed and prickly and Sam's thin and wild. I continued moving my thumb down, rubbing the top of their pussies while trying to decide who's to taste first. I finally decided on my sister's, the thought of her teenage pink cunt helping me make my final decision. I moved my head to between Sam's legs, examining her enticing 18 year old pussy from mere inches away, inhaling her intoxicating aroma, all the while my left hand still rubbing my mother's vulva. Sam let out a long moan as my tongue made contact with her pussy lips. I ran the tip of my tongue along her slit all the way up and gently touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, causing her to let out another pleasure filled moan. I took my hand off my step mother, not able not concentrate on rubbing her while working on my step sister. I put my hands on Sam's legs and slid them up, caressing my sister's soft thighs all the way up until I reached the outer folds of her pussy. My sister was so sensitive to my touch, moaning constantly as I caressed, touched and licked her. I used my thumbs to spread her pussy apart, inserting my tongue deeper as my palms still held her smooth white thighs. I pulled my tongue out of her cunt as she released another moan and raised my head up from between her legs, looking up. Sam had a sexually entranced expression on her face, part shock part pleasure. My mom was looking at us wide eyed, apparently very turned on by the whole affair, touching herself on the same spot I did. My step sister's pussy tasted amazing, slick with her juices and sensitive to my touch, but now I wanted to taste a more mature one, my step mom's. I extracted myself from between my sister's legs and placed myself in between my step mother's. She stopped rubbing herself and moved her hand away, lustfully awaiting for me to eat her pussy. I caressed her womanly thighs, thick and athletic from sports. I breathed in her feminine scent, noticing the difference between her and her daughter, before finally inserting my tongue into her vagina and getting my first taste of her. My mom exhaled heavily, making me look up at her as she watched me intently, my tongue studying her private parts in the process. Her pussy was wet but nowhere close to as wet as Sam's was and the skin around it not as tight, but I was extremely enjoying eat it nonetheless. I spread her lips apart and continued licking, inserting my tongue deep inside her, grazing her slit and licking her clit in circular motions with the tip of my tongue. She let out a few quiet moans while I was licking her, but the effect of me eating her pussy was much less powerful than with Sam. Sam was so sensitive everywhere, moaning constantly as my tongue slithered around her cunt. My mom on the other hand, was an older much more experienced woman, judging by her looks and body, I was sure she had men go down on her more than a few times. I tried to find her most erogenous spot, trying to stick my tongue deeper, trying shallow licks near the edge of her pussy and finally licking and sucking where her clit was, the area unsurprisingly seeming to bring out the loudest moans. After thoroughly taking care of my mom's vagina, I decided to go back to my sister's. I raised my head once more and moved it back to between my sister's legs. I kissed her soft thighs and the outer folds of her pussy before plunging my tongue back inside her, tasting once again the now familiar taste that was my step sister. Samantha let out a high pitched moan, a wonderful sound I hoped I would cause my step mom to make, as my tongue entered her and started snaking around, exploring the interior of her feminine part once more. I slowly reached my hand up her body until I found one of my sister's boobs and started fondling it, feeling her breast's soft skin and running my finger over it. "Aaaahhhh" my sister groaned loudly as my fingers blindly found her nipple, rugged and rock hard. I continued licking and sucking her pussy to her growing moans, fondling her other breast now and fumbling around for her hard nipple. My sister's breathing became heavier, her moans and groans louder and I could sense she was close to climaxing. I moved my tongue over her slit and searched around for here clit. When I found it, I gave a few soft licks over and around before pressing down on it with my tongue to finish her off. "Oh God" my sister yelled out as the orgasm hit her with force. My fingers where still over her hard nipple which I pinched hard now. She let out another ecstatic yell and her entire body started shaking violently, the orgasm now surging through her body with full force. I detached myself from her and got to my knees on the floor, watching my step sister's body convulse in sexual ecstasy, tears forming in her eyes and uncontrollable moans leaving her mouth as the last waves of pleasure washed over her. Her intense orgasm finally died out and she lay on the bed panting, her entire body motionless. By now my cock was back to being hard. "I'll be right back" I said to my mom and sister as I got up on my feet and left the room. I quickly paced over to my room, opened the drawer under my bed, and took out a wooden box from it. I opened the box and took out 2 condoms, hoping to use both and dashed back to Sam's room with them in my hand. I entered the room and saw that both ladies were now seating up on the bed. Sam seemed to be more recuperated but was still breathing heavily. My step mom was rubbing her hand on Sam's thigh, I assumed helping soothe her body. They both turned their heads to me as I entered the room and I showed them the condoms in my hand, explaining why I stepped out. My step mom gave me an approving nod, proud of me for being save, before turning her head to her daughter. "Are you a virgin?" she suddenly asked Sam still rubbing her thigh. I was wondering the exact same thing for the past few weeks and all night, but was too embarrassed to ask. I wasn't sure how deep I fingered her and if it was enough to feel if she was a virgin. By my mother's question I realized that it wasn't. My step sister bit her lower lip and blushed slightly. She had a frightened look on her face and stayed quiet. She looked first at me, making eye contact, before turning to look at her mother and shake her head to signal she wasn't. Mom looked surprised but said nothing. This short moment of genuine concern awkwardly turned me on. It emphasized something I hadn't quite thought of until now. These were not just 2 gorgeous women I was in bed with, these were mother and daughter, my step mom and step sister. My step mom had just witnessed her daughter orgasm wildly after having her pussy eaten, my step sister saw her mother being fingered and her pussy eaten also. These are sights almost no daughter or mother see, ever. The thought of this turned me on even more than I already was. I wanted to fuck them so bad and that was just what I was going to do. I put one condom on the desk near the bed and looked at my mom, signaling her to come closer. She understood my signal and placed herself at the edge of the bed, laying back down and spreading her legs. I tear open the condom and rolled it over my fully erect cock, feeling my sister's and mother's eyes on it. I grabbed my step mom by the waist and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, positioning her pussy right in front of my dick. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked my mom looking at her. "Fuck me Bryce" she answered. I could tell she wanted me bad. I gave the outside of her pussy a few rubs with the tip of my cock and then positioned it just below her shaved landing strip. I slowly pushed it in until the full length of my condom wrapped cock was deep inside my step mother, all the while of me penetrating her she was silent. I on the other hand, let out a loud moan. Sliding into my step mother felt amazing, her pussy swallowing my cock deeper and deeper while pressing in around it. I stopped when my cock was all the way in, savoring the sensation of her cunt, enjoying the arguably most intimate act two people can do. I then pulled it out slowly and this time quickly thrust my cock all the way in, making my step mom moan loudly just like I hoped. I started really fucking my mom now, pulling my cock almost all the way out and then thrusting back in quickly, letting her feel its entire length with each thrust. Her moans just increased in volume as I penetrated her continuously. I was fucking my step mom blissfully while she was on her back and looked down at her. I saw my cock disappear into the entrance to her cunt, marked by a shaved strip of bush hair, I saw her pleasure filled expressions as she moaned and I saw her heavy breasts bounce front and back with every plunge of my dick inside her. I reached down while fucking her and started playing with her tits, fondling them gently. Meanwhile, my step sister calmed down and was watching lustfully as I fucked her mother, the image turning her on. She moved down on her bed and was now laying in the same position as her mother, making it perfectly clear she was ready me. I was ready for her too, and although I enjoyed fucking her mother's pussy immensely, I was dying to know what my little sister's tight teenage snatch felt like. I slowed down the pace of fucking my step mom until stopping completely and pulled out. The moaning stopped and my mother sat up as I stepped over to my step sister. I stood over her and before doing anything with my cock, I bent down and sucked shortly on each of her erect nipples, something I've been wanting to do for weeks. Sam let out a giggle and a small moan, apparently she was ticklish when it came to her nipples. "Are you sure about this Sammy?" I asked my younger step sister. She looked over at her mother who didn’t say a thing, and then back at me and nodded. I placed my cock, still in a condom, to the entrance of her vagina and very slowly pushed it in. I now knew she wasn't a virgin but I didn't now with who she had sex and how big a dick it was. Chances are it was smaller than mine, so I took it slow. Sam let out a moan as the tip of my cock entered her and I looked over at my step mom, sitting and watching with an incomprehensible expression on her face as she saw her daughter being breached for the first time, and by her own step brother no less. My step sister's pussy was soaked with her juices which helped my cock slide in easily. I slowly inserted my cock deeper inside her, getting used to her tight cunt while she was getting used to my large cock, until I was all the way inside her. I stopped and let her pussy get used to the presence of my cock, its incredible tightness pushing down on me. After a few seconds I pulled it out slowly, both Sam and I moaning in the process. After only the tip of my cock remained inside her I repeated the action twice, inserting my cock and then pulling back very slowly, hushed moans escaping our lips. After that, I could feel her pussy get accustomed to my dick and on the fourth time, I quickly plunged my dick inside her tight pussy. The feeling was amazing. "AAAAHHHHH" my sister screamed out in pain at my quick plunge into her pussy. "Bryce stop, pull out" my mother yelled at me. I obeyed alarmed, and pulled my cock out of my sister's pussy completely. "Are you okay baby?" my mother asked first, looking alarmed as well. She reached over with her hand and started rubbing her daughter's pussy. "Yeah sis are fine?" I asked shortly after, "I'm really sorry". "I'm ok" my sister answered looking a bit shaken, "I don’t want you to stop, it felt so good. Just don’t push it in fast like that until I'm ready, that really hurt". "You got it sis" I answered pleased. Moving back towards her pussy. "Wait" mom said, "I have a better idea. Bryce lay down on the bed". I didn’t know what she had planned but did as she told, laying flat on my back on the bed between my mother and sister. My hard dick pointing up. "Now honey, sit on top of your brother's cock" mom said, "this way you control how fast he is fucking you". You got to hand it to her, she knows her way around the bedroom. Sam also seemed to like the idea, especially the part of her controlling how fast we fuck. She got to her feet and climbed up on the bed. Then, she stood towering over me and slowly lowered herself down, facing me. She looked me in the eyes as she impaled herself upon my erect cock all the way down. I let out a loud groan. My sister lifted herself off my cock and then impaled herself once more. She lifted herself up and down slowly from my dick a few more times, each time her tight beautiful pussy swallowing my dick and clamping around it. After a bit of going slow she started to quicken the pace, until finally her pussy and my cock were used to each other enough for her to start quickly bouncing up and down on my cock. She was going at full speed now, jumping frantically on my cock, making her amazing tits jiggle and bounce in all directions, feeling the full length of my cock glide inside her with every insertion until she brought herself to an orgasm. The feeling was amazing, the tightness of her pussy hugging my cock every time it entered her. "Ooohhh fuck" my sister's announced "I'm cumming". I grabbed her by the waist with both hands, her knees on the mattress and her pussy over my cock and then started thrusting my cock into her from below. I was quickly plunging my cock into her when she climaxed. She let out a loud high squeal which didn’t stop me from fucking her. Then continued with a series of moans and groans that turned into her body shaking wildly. I stopped fucking her at that moment, my dick still inside her as her whole body trembled with the pleasure of a female orgasm. It was lucky that I was holding her by the waist, because at the peak of her climax her body gave out on her and she could not hold herself up anymore. I slowly lowered her down onto me and held her naked body tightly against mine, putting her head against my chest and letting the last of her convulsions pass as she let out little sobs from the overwhelmingly ecstatic pleasure. After the last of her orgasm died out, I rolled her over to her back, pulled my cock out of her carefully and got to my feet. After I myself came twice already, my ability to last was high. Combine that with the condom I was wearing that dulled the sensation, and that was what made me last this long, fucking my step mom and step sister and making the second cum while my dick stayed rock hard. I looked over to my step mom who was fingering herself intensely, so turned on by seeing her baby girl's climax. A sexy smile formed on her face when she noticed my cock was still very much erect. "Come on honey" my step mom said enticingly, "come fuck mommy". My step mom moved around the bed, she got on her hands and knees facing her sexually exhausted daughter, her firm ass held up invitingly, calling for me to fuck her doggy style. I walked behind her and grabbed her luscious behind, squeezing and kissing it. I then got on my knees on the bed behind her and prepared myself for penetration. "You can go ahead and take the condom off" my mother said to my delight, "you don't need it with me". I peeled the rubber off my hard dick enjoying the air on it. I then repositioned myself behind her, holding her by the waist with both hands and looked forward viewing my step mom's bare back, her matted hair and in front of her, my sister gazing at me as I entered my uncovered cock into her mother. My mother let out a moan and arched her back as the full length of my cock penetrated her. I also let out a loud groan as my cock came in direct contact with the walls of her pussy for the first time. I pulled my cock almost all the way out and inserted it back in to the sound of another moan. Slapping sounds echoed in the room between moans as I was fucking my step mom rhythmically, each thrust causing another slap as our bodies collided and I crashed against her ass. I was fucking my mom so hard now trying to make her cum and ready to climax myself. "Oh God Bryce don't stop" mom screamed out after a series of loud moans. "FUCK FUCK FUCK, keep going" she said as she was finally overtook by an orgasm. She let out a shriek and her entire body spasmed as the pleasure hit her. I could feel her pussy clamping down on my cock as I held on to her and continued to fuck her throughout the orgasm. As the power of her orgasm increased, her hands gave out on her and she slowly dropped, falling onto her daughter's lap. As the last waves of her orgasm rushed through her, the most amazing thing happened. My step mom, resting her head on her daughter's lap, suddenly took her tongue out and started licking her own daughter's pussy. Sam was completely astonished by this as was I. It was too much for me. I let out a loud moan and called out "I'm gonna cum" to my step mother who was still buried in my step sister's pussy. I fucked her as fast as I could using the last of my strength as the orgasm hit me at full power. My cock burst inside my step mom, making me call out in pleasure as I shot my load inside her. I continued pumping her cunt as I was cumming inside her with all my might. She stopped licking Sam when I climaxed, maybe experiencing another small orgasm herself and moaned hoarsely with the last of her strength. This was the longest orgasm I have ever experienced, wave after wave of sexual pleasure hitting me while I was still inside my mom. Finally it stopped and I fell over onto the bed holding my step mom. We lay on the bed all three of us, covered with sweat. My mom was in the middle and Sam and I on both sides. We were all quiet, laying there exhausted, taking in the sexual ordeal we just had. My mom had her back to me and was looking at Sam when I drifted off to sleep. I woke up a few hours later looking outside at the first light of dawn. The light in the room was still on, two sleeping females were still next to me on the bed and a heavy musk of female pussy was in the air. I got up to turn off the light and just before clicking the switch, I looked at my mother and sister. They were both so beautiful, sleeping there naked. My mom had her hand placed tenderly on my sister's thigh. I finally turned off the light and got back into bed. I lay there for a few minutes, pondering on the unique sexual experience I just had, fucking both my smoking hot step mom and my gorgeous step sister. I looked over to the side to make sure they were real, to make sure I hadn't dreamt the entire thing, but they were as real as it gets. I knew that from now on things around the house would get a lot more fun. Hope you enjoyed. Please comment if you want to see a part 2.

I originally wrote this story in 2013 when I thought the minimum age was 16. In no state in the U.S. is the age of consent higher than 16, and in many it is lower. However, I do not own this site and I must abide by the rules established by the owners. Therefore, I have rewritten the story so that both Rob and Steffi are 18 when they meet and first have sexual relations. There are three parts to this story. The third has been posted, but I am deleting and reposting in the hope that all three parts will be together. For reasons I will never understand my 150 stories are scattered willy-nilly throughout my list rather than being arranged either alphabetically or by posting date. I would think that any database could be sorted in one of those two ways. Enjoy the story. Senorlongo INTRODUCTION I was three when I started singing in church and even though I couldn’t read the words I could remember enough from week to week to sing right along with the adults. By five I was leading the youth choir, singing loud and clear during services and practicing almost daily at home during the week. At seven I was encouraged to audition for the faculty at a major school of music in Manhattan and found myself on an early morning train from my home in Pelham for the twenty minute ride to Grand Central Station in Manhattan and from there a subway to Lincoln Center for the short walk to the auditorium. I was asked to sing two songs; I chose ‘Danny, Boy” and “Oh Holy Night,” singing both a cappella. I especially loved “Oh Holy Night.” It’s so hard to sing well and I could really show off my power and range—seven years old and I already had an ego! The judges must have liked it because they offered me a scholarship. From then on I spent every Saturday during the school year taking voice lessons, learning how to breathe and enunciate, the importance of good posture, and how to sing from my diaphragm rather than my mouth. It took me less than two years to be able to hold a note for more than two minutes. I gave my first professional concert when I was thirteen—a combination of rock tunes and old fashioned folk songs from the fifties and sixties. I was able to earn more than $40,000 that first year and even more the following year when I was a high school freshman. I hit the big time my senior year when I was featured on a PBS special. After that I was in high demand. I learned to play several instruments, but other than the acoustic guitar, my choices were considered, well…bizarre. I loved the idea of the harp. It was surprisingly similar to the guitar, but the tone of the notes was different…richer and earthier. My girlfriend had an orgasm every time I played a glissando. It was actually funny watching her writhe on the couch or floor while I strummed. One of the great things about the glissando—it could go on forever. Sometimes I tortured her by continuing for several minutes. She ruined more skirts that way. My other choice was the mandolin. It was also similar to the guitar, but much smaller, making the notes much higher and the tone tinnier. I loved the way it sounded. The people at the music school were disappointed when I selected a small university in the greater Boston area. Truthfully, I was tired of taking voice lessons. I wanted a well-rounded education, including some courses in business administration and finance which I hoped would help me to manage the money I expected to earn in my singing career. Knowing that I still had to practice daily I bought an old house in Medford near the university, remodeling a large porch in the rear into a soundproof studio. I hired a local couple, Joe and Carla Romeo, to handle the cleaning, yard maintenance, and cooking. All this work was finished over the summer. I was ready on both my educational and occupational fronts by the time school began. CHAPTER 1 I was finalizing a contract with a big-time Boston orchestra, sitting in the business office and leafing through page after page. I’d done this before and my agent had already approved the agreement so this was more a formality than anything else. I was only half listening when the secretary walked in. “Stan, I’ve got another request from the music department at Malden High School. They’d like a musician and a singer, if possible.” I looked up. “Malden? Isn’t that near where I’m going to school? I’d be happy to do it if a Thursday is okay. That’s the only day I don’t have any classes.” “That’s awfully good of you to volunteer, Robert. Most of the orchestra members hate these high school requests. Gwen, check with the school and if Thursday is good for them we’ll happily send Robert out there. We’ll cover your gas and lunch, but I’m afraid I can’t pay you for it.” “That’s okay. Think you could transport a harp to the school for me? I’ll bet most of the kids have never really heard one.” I signed the contract and left. They knew where to find me. Thursday was fine with the teacher so I made arrangements to spend the entire day there the third week of September. I rose early, ate a big breakfast courtesy of Mrs. Romeo and carried my guitar/mandolin backpack out to my car. I arrived at the school just after 8:00, walking directly to the main office. “Hi, I’m Robert Kerwood to see Mrs….” I pulled the paper from my pocket, “okay…Mrs. Sherman.” “Steffi, your musician is here. Just go with Steffi, Mr. Kerwood, and welcome to Malden High School.” I thanked her and turned to see my guide. Whoa! She was really cute and even hotter. “Wow, are you really Mr. Kerwood? When we saw that harp yesterday all of us figured you’d be like ninety.” “Yup, that’s me…eighteen going on ninety.” I grinned as she laughed heartily. “Boy, are the girls going to be surprised. C’mon, Mr. Kerwood.” “I think things will be a lot better if you’ll just call me Rob. You make me sound like I AM ninety.” “Okay, Rob,” she said as she led me down the crowded hallway. We were barely twenty feet down the hallway when she asked, “Can I ask you a question?” “I think you just did, but I’ll bet I know what you want to ask—why the harp?” “Yeah…that seems like an old person’s instrument.” “Let me ask you a question. Why do guys my age do anything?” She laughed. “That’s easy…for girls.” “Right, and that’s why I play the harp. I had a girlfriend the last couple of years and I could give her an orgasm every time just by playing a glissando.” “What’s that—a gli-what?” “Glissando—it’s when you glide from one pitch to another up and down the scales. You can do it on a piano and even a violin, but nothing sounds like a harp, plus some ethnic music, like Irish, use a harp extensively. I’ll show you once we get to the classroom.” “Gee, I hope I don’t have an orgasm…not in class.” “I hope you do. You’ll be a harp fan for life.” I chuckled at her embarrassment as we resumed our way down the crowded hallway. We made a left and proceeded to the back of the building. We walked through what I recognized as a soundproof door, even though none of them quite made the grade. Steffi introduced me to her teacher, “Mrs. Sherman, this is Rob Kerwood.” I extended my hand as she did a double take. “You can’t be…you’re supposed to be from the orchestra.” “Yeah, that’s me. I’m not a regular employee, but I’ve signed on to do four sets of concerts this year. I just happened to be in Stan’s office when your request came in so I volunteered…and here I am. Oh, good…there’s my harp. Did they tune it when they dropped it off?” She shrugged her shoulders so I pulled up a chair and played a few notes, grimacing almost immediately. I pulled a set of tuning forks from my backpack and set about tuning up. It didn’t take long—not much longer than I’d usually spend on my guitar or mandolin. I had just finished tuning when I began to play—nothing special--just a few exercises. Looking right at Steffi I began my first glissando. Over and over the strings my fingers flew. Mrs. Sherman was looking at me so she didn’t see Steffi trembling. She shook wildly when she finally came. I shot her a smile when I noticed the wet spot on her crotch. Again, she reddened with embarrassment. The classes were pretty easy and a lot of fun. I introduced myself, telling something about my history and training at Julliard. Then I showed the class my instruments and explained how they fit into certain types of music before playing several songs to demonstrate. Everything went smoothly and according to plan until fourth period when one of the boys, a recent transfer from New York, remembered my high school basketball career. It turned out that I had scored fifty against his brother. I would have enjoyed reliving my basketball days, but that’s not why I was here. “I don’t want to get off topic so let’s get back to the music…the reason I’m here today.” After that period Mrs. Sherman told me it was time for lunch. I was invited to join her in the teacher’s cafeteria, but I declined, commenting that I’d feel more comfortable with the kids. In fact, I kind of had a lunch date with Steffi. I met her at the lunch line and we walked together to get our trays. I had a couple of tacos and some chocolate milk, a combination that raised her eyebrows; Steffi had a grilled chicken breast and a salad with water. I paid for both, asking the cashier for a receipt after being sure to tell her I was not a student. She led me to a table with three other girls, all seniors like Steffi. They were all attractive girls with trim athletic bodies, but I thought Steffi was the class of the group--in my opinion anyway. Her shiny dark brown hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail. She was tall, maybe five feet nine or ten with an athletic build—slender with some serious muscle tone that I could see from her sleeveless top and tight shorts. Her breasts were on the smallish side, probably a B-cup that matched her body well. Facially, she appeared to have clear olive toned skin and dark brown eyes. Her lips were full; I could imagine them wrapped around my cock. I could tell from the star around her neck that she was Jewish. That didn’t bother me—my last girlfriend was Jewish, too. I recognized two of the girls from the morning’s classes and soon learned they were all in chorus. Mrs. Sherman was obviously a very popular teacher. I returned to the music class and finished the day. Steffi met me there at the close of school and helped me get my stuff out to the car. “Can I give you a lift home? I’d like to talk with you a bit.” “Sure, sounds great,” she said as she hopped into the passenger seat of my eight year old Subaru. “I’d love to see you again. Are you dating anyone?” “No…I was, but I broke it off last month. He was a juvenile. All he wanted was sex.” “Gee, sounds kind of like me.” She laughed, “No, trust me…nothing like you. You probably know what you’re doing. He was selfish…always thinking about himself…never about me.” “Correction…nothing like me. You already have one courtesy of me, don’t you?” “Oh God, that was so embarrassing. I’m so glad Mrs. Sherman was looking at you. I was tingling for the entire class. Just thinking about it will probably make me wet.” “I hope so. I’d like to take you out tomorrow night if you’re not busy, but I should tell you…I’m not Jewish. I know some parents are really strict about that.” “Not mine…we haven’t been to temple in…well, since Rosh Hashanah almost a year ago. I almost never date Jewish guys. Most of them are too nerdy.” We chatted as she gave me directions. It was only a short five-minute drive. She invited me in to meet her mother. We talked for a few minutes, mostly about my singing career. She even asked me to dinner, but I had to decline. I had a load of homework and I had yet to practice for my first concert. “How do they figure out what you’ll sing, Rob?” It was Steffi’s mother who asked. “They send me a load of songs, maybe fifty or more. I look them over, try singing them, and weed them down to about two dozen or so because the orchestra will always play a bunch of instrumentals. Sometimes I make a few suggestions, too. Then I send the list back and the orchestra practices the ones the director likes. They’re real pros so it doesn’t take them too long. I’ll go in a few days before the concert to practice together. It’s important to get the tempo and timing right. By then I’ll know the songs by heart. Then all I have to do is step out onto the stage before about a thousand total strangers and perform.” I said good-bye and left, Steffi walking with me to the car. I was surprised when she kissed me. She wrapped her arms around my body and thrust her tongue deeply into my mouth. I responded once I had recovered from the shock, placing my hands firmly onto her ass, pulling her pussy into my crotch. I was sure she could feel my growing erection, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she rubbed her cunt up and down my rod, promising me something very interesting and appealing in the future. Finally, we broke the kiss and I told her I’d see her tomorrow around seven. I’d take her to dinner and then maybe to a movie. That may have been the plan, but it didn’t happen—not even close. CHAPTER 2 I knocked at seven sharp; the door was answered by her brother. He introduced himself as Jeremy and invited me in. Steffi walked down the stairs about five minutes later. She was a vision in a gold sleeveless top and skintight black Capri’s. She wore gold open-toe sandals that exactly matched her top. Her outfit made me think that her parents were probably loaded; I was right. She introduced me to her father, Dr. Neil Goldwasser, an oral surgeon. I learned later that he maintained three very successful offices. I grew up in a single parent family. No house for us; we lived in a second floor walk-up, on top of a liquor store that was open late at night so it was noisy until at least eleven. My father had disappeared before I was even born. My mom worked two and sometimes even three jobs just to get by. I was glad to help once I began to earn money; last year I earned more than three times what my mother made. I wasn’t complaining—I had a happier childhood than many of my more well-to-do friends whose parents argued constantly and for whom divorce seemed the norm. Steffi said good-bye to her parents, but before we left I asked what time they wanted her home. “Since you asked, Rob,” her mother began, “let’s say one. Have a good time.” In seconds we were en route to my place. I explained that I had told Mrs. Romeo that I was taking a date out to dinner, but she had suggested making a gourmet Italian dinner instead. We chatted for about ten minutes before we ran out of topics. I wasn’t uncomfortable with the silence, but apparently she was, for all of a sudden she blurted out something really personal, “I’m not a virgin.” “I’m glad, but how has it worked out for you?” She frowned, “Not as well as I hoped. I already told you about my ex-boyfriend.” I had stopped at a light. Turning to her I gripped her chin lightly. “That will definitely change tonight if it’s okay with you. That’s a promise.” I leaned over for a quick kiss just before the light changed to green. I pulled into the driveway around 7:45 and led Steffi into the living room. The first thing she noticed was my trophy wall. I had won plenty of singing competitions and a number of plaques and trophies from my basketball career. She was impressed; I wasn’t. “My mom told me to take them or she was throwing them out, so….” “Oh, that would be a shame,” she exclaimed as I led her into the dining room which Carla had set with my best dishes and a set of stemware she had found in a discount store. I had insisted that we drink iced tea. I wasn’t about to ruin everything by giving her alcohol, even a simple glass of wine, without her parents’ permission. I held her chair as we sat while Joe served the first course, a hot antipasto. He spent a few minutes explaining what each item was. Luckily Steffi and her family were big seafood eaters; at least half of the items were some kind of shellfish. The next course was a delicious soup—pasta fagioli with bacon. The tomato-based soup was covered with a thin slice of Italian bread and melted cheese. We had a relatively small serving in anticipation of several more courses. Following the soup was a wonderful Caesar salad and then the entrée--a delicate veal parmigiana, the veal pounded to almost paper thinness, with sides of angel hair pasta in marinara sauce and sprinkled with more freshly ground parmiagiana cheese. I thanked Joe and Carla, telling them how much I appreciated their staying late. “Please go…I’ll take care of the desert and dishes later.” “Oh no…Rob, you leave the dishes in the sink. We will take care of them in the morning, right Joe?” Her husband agreed as they walked out the door. “I didn’t think they’d ever go, but we’d have even more company in a restaurant. How’s the meal?” “It’s just delicious, Rob, but I don’t want to overeat. I’ll probably fall asleep and I wouldn’t want that,” she commented, her eyes twinkling. We finished the dinner and I rinsed the dishes, leaving them in the sink. We agreed to postpone dessert until later. “I have some DVD’s from Redbox, or an opera you might like or I’m sure we could find a movie somewhere. I think I have a newspaper in the living room.” “An opera? We’ve studied a few with Mrs. Sherman--which one?” “’Pagliacci’…if you’re any kind of an opera fan I think you’ll enjoy this performance.” I set up the DVD player and sat on the couch. Steffi snuggled up next to me, pulling my arm around her. I felt my hand brush against her breast. Steffi didn’t even flinch. We were ten minutes into the Prologue when Steffi pulled away, looked at me closely and back to the screen, a 55-inch flat screen LCD set. She repeated several times before asking, “Is that you, Rob? Are you singing the clown’s role?” “Yeah, I did that over the summer. It was only a two-week gig…part of a festival in New York. I love the role. Some of the world’s best tenors have sung the part.” Steffi snuggled even closer, placing my hand onto her breast this time. I worked my hand under her blouse where I could finger and massage her through her bra. When the Prologue ended she stood and removed her blouse and bra, dropping them onto the table. Her breasts were perfectly formed with smallish areolas and very suckable erect nipples that I fingered and rolled. I stood and removed my shirt. We resumed our positions enjoying the skin on skin sensations for the first time. Halfway through Act One I leaned down to kiss and nuzzle her neck. Her response was to turn the TV off. “I’m enjoying your performance, but I think I’d enjoy the live performance even more.” I took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. I literally peeled the Capri’s from her body, exposing her lacy thong. Her dark pubic hair was thick and curly, but neatly trimmed and shaved or waxed back from her legs to accommodate a skimpy bikini. I could see the tan lines and they were very appealing. I pulled back the blanket, allowing her to recline on the sheet while I removed my shoes, socks, and slacks. I slipped my boxers to the floor, exposing my thick eight-inch erection and my heavy balls before I joined Steffi on the bed. We lay on our sides as we kissed and explored each other. I especially enjoyed the feel of her firm muscular ass. We were there for maybe five minutes when her hand found my throbbing cock. Her eyes opened when she felt the heat and hardness of it. This was my cue to reach between her legs. I found her hot and wet, her nectar oozing onto her thighs. I dipped my fingers in for a sample and brought them to my mouth. She intercepted me and sucked them instead. “Hmmm…nice.” I returned them deep into her cunt for a bigger, stronger taste. Once in my mouth I grinned and kissed her, “I have to agree…you’re delicious. So delicious, in fact….” I slid around so my mouth was at her pussy before pulling her on top of me. She turned to face me, a big smile on her face, “I’ve never done this, but I always wanted to try. Should I swallow your…stuff?” “No, I want to cum, but not this way. I want to do it after we make love. Just tease me a little with your mouth and tongue while I take care of you. After you cum you’ll still be able to make love…okay?” She nodded her agreement and I went to work on her yummy pussy. Eating a gushing cunt is one of my favorite activities. I love the taste even though most women taste a little different. Steffi tasted wonderfully clean and sweet and…musky, betraying her desire…her need. I began at the outside, kissing her silken thighs and labia which were rapidly engorged and puffy. Next I ran her labia between my teeth causing her to moan and groan. That only increased when I pushed my tongue into her canal. I tongue fucked her furiously as she thrashed around on my body. Only my hands on her butt cheeks prevented her from falling onto the floor. I felt I owed her after her negative experiences so I shifted to her clit, sucking it quickly between my teeth. “OHHH, FUCK! OHHH, YEAH! OHHHHHHHHH!” Steffi bounced on my body like a basketball until she finally calmed down. I spun her around so I could hold her tightly and kiss her cheek while I ran my fingers through her hair. “Oh Rob…that was…that was…incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that. I….” I quieted her by pulling her to me and clapping my mouth over hers. She responded immediately as we built to another round of combined ecstasy. Our lips met with wild abandon as our bodies came together, arms and legs intertwined with raw animal passion. My fingers found her cunt, wet and dripping again in anticipation; her hand found my cock, hard and hot and ready to explode. In a second I was in her, experiencing her heat, her tightness, as her muscles flexed around my organ. I rolled onto my back, allowing her to ride me, and ride me she did. She threw her head back as she drove her swollen clit into me. I could see the lust on her face as she was prepared to abandon everything in search of the elusive orgasm. That was okay, I was doing this for her…keeping my promise. “Don’t let me cum in you,” I whispered. “It’s okay…I’m on the pill. For God’s sake…fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me…it feels so, so good.” I reared back and drove my cock into her. Faster and faster we fucked; harder and harder we came together until we met one last time and exploded together. She shook wildly as a massive convulsion coursed through her body; I drowned her cunt and womb in my seed until…finally…we were spent. It was over. We lay on the bed covered in our sweat and semen and pussy juice. My sheets were a mess. We were oblivious to anything and everything other than each other. It would have been the perfect time to tell her that I loved her, but it was much too soon. I held her for more than half an hour. At one point I thought she had passed out, but when I lifted her head I saw she was awake. “We need to shower. I can’t send you home like this or I’ll never see you again. Let’s get up, clean up, and walk downstairs for our dessert.” “I don’t think I can walk.” I laughed, “That’s okay, I can carry you…over my shoulder…like a sack of potatoes.” We both laughed and I pulled her up to the bathroom. I’d remodeled it over the summer, using half of an adjacent bedroom--the other half becoming my small office where I did my homework and reviewed music--to include a modern shower with tiled walls on three sides and no door on the final one. There were eighteen nozzles at various heights on the three walls and LED lighting built into the ceiling. I set the thermostat for 105 degrees and we walked in. In minutes the soothing water worked its magic. I ran the soap over her body, between her butt cheeks and over her pussy. When I had finished her legs and feet, I allowed her to rinse before placing the soap over into her hand. She reached up to kiss me. It was sweet and tender, but told of smoldering passion waiting to escape. She pulled back, smiled briefly, and began to run the soap up and down my chest. In seconds she found my hard cock. “I’m glad to see I’m not the only one to enjoy this. I never knew a shower could be so much fun.” She dropped the soap into the built-in tray and reached around me, pulling me close and into a torrid kiss as the hot water spewed down our bodies. I returned the kiss as our tongues wrestled between our mouths. Reaching down I gripped her thighs and pulled her up. Her hand directed me to her gushing pussy. I slid into her tightness easily. Steffi’s legs were up—over my shoulders—as I plowed and pounded her cunt. This position opened her clit to my assault and it wasn’t long before she began to shudder as her orgasm began anew. It hit hard the instant she kissed me again, forcing her tongue down my throat. Her hands gripped my hair almost to the point of pain before she collapsed in my arms. I lowered her gently to the floor and I slipped, still erect, from her. Steffi was somewhere else when I pulled her to her feet. I held her for several minutes to ensure that she’d be safe when I released her. She looked up, eyes still glassy, and whispered, “Wow! This has to be my best shower ever. I’m still shaking.” I kissed her again and finished washing her. Stepping out I grabbed a couple of soft bath towels, one for her body the other for her hair. Once she was dry I used a third on myself. I placed Steffi onto a stool in the center of the bathroom and blew her hair until dry. Still naked we walked into the bedroom where I brushed her hair repeatedly using a new brush I had purchased for just such an emergency. “You okay?” I asked. She turned her head and smiled, “Oh God, I’ve never had a night like this. I can’t believe I actually came three times in just a couple of hours.” Then she turned serious, “Are we going to see each other again?” “I sure as hell hope so,” I replied chuckling at her concern. “I was thinking about tomorrow, but this time I will definitely take you out to eat and do something after. We can’t fuck all the time, you know.” “Why not? This is the most fun I’ve had in years. You’ve restored my confidence. I actually think I’m sexy again.” I almost choked, “How…how could you ever doubt that? You’re probably the sexiest girl I’ve ever met. And you’re gorgeous, too. You’re probably the best looking girl I’ve ever dated. No…you’re definitely the best-looking girl I’ve ever known.” “Thanks…even if it isn’t true.” “It is…in my opinion. I think you’re incredible.” I kissed her then just to prove my point. Standing up, I led her back downstairs. We sat naked in my living room. “What would you like to drink? I’m having ginger ale. I don’t like caffeine late at night. I think you’ll enjoy the dessert. Carla made it herself.” “Two ginger ales, then. Can’t I help you?” “No…it won’t take me long.” I was back in five minutes with two tall glasses of ginger ale with plenty of ice before returning to the kitchen for some spoons and two small paper containers like what one would use for muffins or cupcakes. “Ever have biscuit tortoni? I haven’t even seen it for years even though we have zillions of Italian-Americans where I live. It always comes in one of these little cups because it’s so rich.” Steffi took a tentative spoonful and I could tell from the expression on her face that it was a hit. There was enough cream in this to harden anyone’s arteries. We ate in relative silence, but I did turn on my stereo, a state of the art Bose system. “Is this Bocelli? I love his work.” “Yeah, believe it or not I met him at Lincoln Center last year. He actually told me he enjoyed my singing and asked if we could do a duet. I asked him when and he told me, “Right now.” We sang “It’s Time to Say Goodbye.” To make things interesting I sang the higher part, you know the one sung by Sarah Brightman and he sang the lower, the part he usually sings. The audience loved it. I think it’s on this CD.” I advanced the CD until I found the song. I had to admit—it was beautiful. Of course, anything sung by Andrea Bocelli, one of the world’s greatest talents, was beautiful. “Rob…will you do me a favor? Could I have a CD with some of your songs on it?” “Of course…I just happen to have one right here,” I said laughing and enjoying the moment. “Who shall I make it out to?” I was laughing and kidding, but she took me seriously. “Make it to ‘Steffi, the love of my life.’” I took the marker and wrote. Then I gave her the CD and told her, “That will be $20 or a kiss.” “I’ll pay with the kiss.” She grabbed my head with one hand as she placed the completed dessert on the table. Turning, she lifted her leg and sat in my lap. Her other hand found my cock. “Don’t I owe you one?” I started to say, “No,” but she covered my mouth with hers as she began to stroke me. Her hand was surprisingly strong and extremely persuasive. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so demanding. I sat there soaking up the entire moment, overwhelmed by the sensations. She stroked me, her fingers gripping me tightly as she slowly jerked my cock. Pulling away for a moment she whispered in my ear, “I’ve only seen this in porn and I’ve always wanted to try it. I read somewhere that it gives the girl power over the guy. Is that true?” “I can’t speak for anyone else,” I replied, my breathing becoming erratic, “but, it feels wonderful…so much so that I’d probably do anything to get you to continue.” Steffi laughed. “Good thing I’m not the type to take advantage; I loved what happened tonight. I feel I have to pay you back for being so…nice…considerate…loving. Oh hell, it was wonderful and you’re wonderful, too.” She leaned forward again and kissed me as her hand worked wonders on my cock. I broke the kiss, “Steffi…I’m going to…! I blew—like a volcano, a long thick rope of semen spurted forth reaching a height of more than two feet, followed mere seconds later by another just as strong. All in all, I shot five strong streams of thick viscous cum. It all landed on my chest and abdomen. Between panting breaths I stammered, “Glad…I…I…just…showered. Oh…God…that was…so…intense.” Steffi gave me a quick peck and bounced off my lap into the kitchen, returning with a sponge and some paper towels. She giggled as she cleaned me up. Once done she gripped my cock and pulled one final droplet from my tip. I was surprised when she leaned down and licked it into her mouth. She pondered for a few seconds before repeating and sucking the final bit into her mouth. “I kind of like the taste. It’s a bit salty, but otherwise it tastes pretty good. I bet you’d love a blowjob, wouldn’t you?” “Well, DUH! Who wouldn’t? Did you enjoy it when I did it to you? Of course you did. If you didn’t I’d worry about you. Now, about tomorrow….” We talked for almost twenty minutes until I noticed it was after twelve. We dressed hurriedly and I drove her home. We kissed briefly at the door and I waited until she was inside and the door locked before returning to my big empty house. CHAPTER 3 I was up early, around 7:30, to shave and shower before breakfast. I walked in to find Joe busy with the dishes and Carla at the stove. “I can’t thank the two of you enough for everything last night. The dinner was delicious and the tortoni was out of this world.” “We’re glad you liked it, Rob,” Carla replied. “She seemed like a very nice girl.” “She is. I’ll be seeing her again today and this time I’m definitely giving you the rest of the day off. I have to attend the concert tonight so I’ll take her into Boston for dinner. Would you like to go? It’ll only take a phone call.” “Why are you going, Rob?” It was Joe, just finished with the dishwasher. “They’re going to call me up to sing a couple of songs. I guess to help build an audience for my concerts. I’m not all that well known around here, you know.” “We’ve heard you sing. You’ll be famous, for sure. What do you think, Carla, should we put up with some second-class music so we can hear Rob sing tonight?” Ever the actress, Carla thought about it for several seconds before smiling and nodding. “Can you get us four tickets, Rob? We’d like to show off for our daughter and her snobby husband.” I laughed and agreed. “Oh…I had to change the sheets last night. Sorry for making more work for you.” “Somehow,” Carla laughed again, “I doubt you’re the least bit sorry. You make a lovely couple and you should enjoy yourselves. You don’t have to apologize ever for that. Now what would you like to eat?” I had a cheese omelet with a load of bacon and some sausages washed down with a large glass of orange juice. I had a single-cup coffee maker, but I never used it. I loved the smell of coffee, but hated the taste. Somehow it never appealed to me and, truthfully, I didn’t miss the caffeine. I knew a few of my high school friends who were absolutely useless until they had their first cup in the morning. I left around 8:30 for the drive to Malden High School where Steffi was playing in a soccer game. Had I known she had a game I would have insisted she go home earlier for a good night’s sleep. I parked the car and walked toward the field behind the school. There were people in the stands, but probably fewer than a hundred. The game was already underway and I was looking for Steffi when I heard, “Rob! Rob!” It was Steffi’s brother, Jeremy, calling and waving to me. I looked up to see him and Steffi’s parents relaxing and watching the game with a group of friends. I walked up to meet them then sat in a nearby open place. Jeremy pointed out his sister to me. She was a defensive player, meaning that she rarely had a chance to score, but played an important role in stopping the other team. I knew from my basketball experience how important that could be. Jeremy asked me about playing ball. I explained that I had been a four-year starter for my team and how I had played both guard and forward, but at six feet, three inches I was too small to do that in college where I hoped to play. I was already in a PE class with a bunch of hopefuls. There are no athletic scholarships in Division III so prospective players had to try out just like in high school. There were thirty “players” in my afternoon class and maybe five of them could make my high school team, but not as starters. Most of them were terrible, lacking both skill and conditioning. I agreed to give Jeremy some pointers after the game. The score was tied 0-0 at halftime. I waved to Steffi as she walked by into the gym. Her dad and Jeremy left to get some sodas out of their car. I found myself alone with Mrs. Goldwasser, her mother. “I want to thank you for last night, Rob,” she began. “You should know that Steffi and I have few secrets. She told me just about everything when she came in.” She saw the concern on my face and laughed, “No, don’t worry. How many eighteen year old girls do you know who haven’t had sex? What do you think I did when I was eighteen? I’m Jewish so I obviously wasn’t trying to be a nun. “Until last night Steffi had sex with one boy. Now she’s had sex with a man. Believe me, she much prefers the man over the boy. I’ve tried to explain how sex is about giving—both ways. Until last night I don’t think she believed me. Now she does, so thank you very much. Don’t mention anything to her father. He doesn’t know and he acts like she’s still ten. One of these days he’ll wake up and she’ll be engaged.” We talked about other things for a while until Jeremy and his dad returned with a cooler. I was offered a Coke, but I politely refused. However, I did accept an invitation to lunch. I walked down the bleachers to Steffi once the game had ended--a 1-0 loss on a penalty kick. I didn’t know much about soccer, but I thought that Steffi had played well, not giving up any kind of advantage to the opposing team. I kissed her cheek and we talked quietly as we walked toward the school. I stopped outside after she told me she would see me after her shower. Her hair was still wet when she returned fifteen minutes later. I took her hand as we walked to my car. I was about to open the door for her when she spun me around and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Did you like the game?” “I liked the way you played, but I would have liked it better if you won.” “That doesn’t happen very often—only once this year and we’ve played five games. This was actually one of our better efforts. Right now I think we should shut up and kiss.” It was hard to argue with that kind of logic. I leaned down slightly and pressed my lips to hers. It was just as sweet as I recalled. We kissed there for several minutes before we broke it, I think because she could hear my stomach growling. We were in the car when I commented that I’d had a very interesting conversation with her mother. “I’m sorry, Rob. I should have told you about our relationship. Mom and I talk about everything. I told her before our date that I thought I’d have sex with you. I knew—don’t ask me how—that you’d be different…that you’d take care of me.” “I loved everything we did last night and I want it to happen again. I love making you cum. Watching you squirm around is a real turn-on. Oh…I have to go to a concert tonight. They want me to sing a couple of songs. The rest of the time we’ll be in the audience like everyone else. I hope you don’t mind.” “Gee…I get to go to a great concert and I get to hear you perform…why would I complain? It sounds great to me. We are going back to your house after, aren’t we?” “We’re going before, too. I have to dress, but I don’t know what we’ll be able to do.” “That’s okay…I do! Let’s just make sure we have enough time. Don’t you have to warm up, or something?” I opened the door for her and we drove the short distance to her home. As expected Jeremy was out in the driveway with his basketball. He passed it to me; I dribbled behind my back and between my legs before taking a fifteen-foot jumper that hit nothing but net. “Awesome, Rob…can you teach me to do that?” “Well…I can show you, but it really is nothing more than practice. I used to practice dribbling with my eyes closed. The same thing about shooting with your off hand—it’s nothing more than practice…practice…practice. You have to have some ability, but that alone won’t cut it.” I passed the ball back to him and walked with Steffi into the house. Her father was already out back working with the grill. For someone whose job required incredible hand-eye coordination he was doing a terrible job. I offered to take over and he willingly walked away, leaving the grilling to me. Having grown up in an apartment I’d had no experience with any kind of grill until this past summer when I used one almost every noon and night until Carla and Joe were hired. I had learned a lot over those six weeks. I sectioned off the bulk chopped chuck with a steak knife and put my hands to work pounding out and shaping a bunch of burgers. Let’s see…two for me, one for Steffi, one for her mom…. I made eight thinking that would be plenty. I seasoned them with salt and pepper and started the grill. Steffi brought out some rolls and gave me a kiss in the process. I was cooking away when she reappeared and kissed me again. “Uh…what’s your dad going to say? Doesn’t he still think of you as a ten year old?” “Unfortunately, he does, but he just went to the store. He’ll be back in about ten minutes so I have that long to kiss you and convince you we need to do more later on this afternoon.” “Ha…that won’t take much, but let’s see you convince me.” She jumped into my arms and rammed her tongue down my throat. Steffi remained in that position for several minutes until I broke away to check the burgers. I had just put the rolls on the grill when her father appeared, explaining that he had forgotten his wallet. It was a close call, but I wasn’t worried. I was pretty sure Steffi’s mom had things under control and I found it hard to actually believe her father didn’t realize that we had kissed a few times. I served the lunch at one o’clock sharp and I must have done a good job because everyone was stuffing themselves, including me. I suggested Steffi get ready because I would have to warm up before dinner. I explained that I always sang for an hour before performing to loosen my vocal cords and to check my pitch. I would have to do it early tonight because I was only a part-time performer and we were going to dinner first. She was ready just after two. I thanked her folks for lunch even though I was the chef. I took her hand and walked her to the car. Forty minutes later we were at my home. I took a few minutes to call the box office and order four tickets for Joe and Carla. I also reminded them that I would need two for Steffi and me. Both sets would be at the “Will Call” office. CHAPTER 4 I turned around once I was done to find Steffi naked in the hallway, shaking her hot ass and waving those smooth white globes in my face. She slowly backpedalled up the stairs, playing with her tits and leading me to the bedroom where I was sure she had some plans for me. I shed my clothes as I followed so all I was wearing were my sandals when I entered the room. She fell back onto the bed as I approached and I made a big show of “falling” onto her. We came together in a tangle of body parts. I kissed her lips before working my way down, kissing her neck, her breasts, her belly. I stuck my tongue into her navel. She was obviously ticklish because she jumped up shrieking with laughter. I continued my journey down to her abdomen and my ultimate target. Once there I pulled her on top of me, her tasty cunt just over my chin. Steffi ran her finger nails up and down my shaft, teasing me as my cock jumped in response. I began to eat her delicious pussy; she lowered her head onto my cock, washing it with her tongue as she sucked and bobbed up and down. I attacked her cunt with my mouth, first covering the entire surface with my lips and sucking mightily. This caused her labia to engorge. In seconds they were swollen with her passion. I move in to her core, teasing her tunnel with my tongue. I knew I was getting to her in the same way she was getting to me. Steffi was squirming all over me; I was humping her mouth. I doubted that either of us could do anything to control our movements. I knew I was getting close so I shifted my attentions to her clit. I sucked it between my teeth, nibbling and sucking simultaneously. She came hard and fast, flooding my mouth with her ejaculate. I barely had time to warn her, “Steffi…I’m close.” She paid no heed and took my hefty load into her mouth and throat as a result. She squeezed the last drops from my wilting cock and licked them off with a smile. I could barely move so I pulled her around to me so I could hold and caress her while we recovered. We rose about twenty minutes later and showered. Steffi dressed and combed her hair while I put on my navy blue suit and tied my tie. Once done I went down to my studio to run through some scales. I always taped my practices so I could play them back for review. I was finished by five. We drove into Boston, heading for Faneuil Hall where I had reservations at Durgin-Park, famous for generations for its massive prime rib and seafood. It was an extremely expensive restaurant, but I was being well paid for my work tonight and I could afford to treat Steffi well. She had certainly treated me well over the past two days. We arrived on time for my 5:45 reservation. We dined extremely well and I drove over to Mass Ave. in plenty of time for the concert at Symphony Hall. We were seated on the aisle at a table in row eight and the usher showed me how to get onto the stage when called. My cue occurred when a huge screen was lowered from above the stage. An interview with Andrea Bocelli was played. I kissed Steffi and stepped into the aisle, from there to side of the stage. Bocelli was asked about young talent to replace the aging tenors, many of whom were now retired, and recently deceased Pavarotti. “There are several fine young tenors,” he said, “but the most outstanding comes from right here in the States. I’ve had the honor and pleasure of performing with him…Rob Kerwood is the outstanding tenor of the future.” The screen was raised to reveal me standing at a microphone center stage. The backup singers began without introduction, “Once you have found her never let her go…once you have found her never let her….” I jumped in over the last, “go,” and sprang right into “Some Enchanted Evening,” following the rendition made popular by Jay Black and the Americans way back in 1965. I was aware of the first four or five words then I was somewhere else. Autopilot was the best way I could describe it; I was no longer in front of thousands of strangers—I was in my own mind relying on my years of instruction and practice. It was only at the very end of the song that I came back. The song ended and I bowed to the enthusiastic applause. I even heard a few “Bravo’s” coming from the audience. I could make out Steffi and I could see she was beaming. I moved easily into my second song, “The Impossible Dream,” without saying a word. Everyone knew the song and it was very well received. It ended to very strong applause. I spoke now for the first time, “I really love this song because I live the impossible dream every day. I grew up in a single parent home, a two-bedroom apartment on the second floor above a busy street and a liquor store. My father took off before I was even born and my mother struggled to get by, often working two or even three jobs. I know of the sacrifices she made to get me to Julliard for lessons every Saturday for almost ten years. For me to be here on this stage is truly the impossible dream.” I went on to introduce my next song, “Every March there is a major singing competition in Dublin in which one and only one song is sung. Last year more than 1500 competed and I’m proud to tell you that I was the winner as I was the prior year. I hope you enjoy this song as much as the judges did. I’ll bet that many of you know the beginning of this song, but that few know the ending which is very emotional. I couldn’t get through it without crying when I first tried to sing it. Of course…I was only seven at the time.” There was some laughter in the audience and when it ended I took a deep breath and launched “Danny Boy.” My voice was full of emotion as I told the story in song of an old man who sends his only son off to war and prepares him for his return whether the father is alive or dead. It was one of my best ever performances. People leapt out of their seats when I finished and bowed. I turned to acknowledge the orchestra and I was truly astonished to see that they were standing and applauding, too. There were many calls for an encore. Conductor Heath Lockner told the audience of my concert series and asked if I could sing one of the Christmas songs. I suggested “Oh, Holy Night,” but the orchestra wasn’t prepared so I decided to sing “a cappella.” I moved away from the microphone. I didn’t need it if there was no orchestra behind me. I knew from experience that my voice would easily be heard anywhere in the auditorium. I could hear a pin drop, that’s how quiet it was as the song built. I thought this was the most beautiful and by far the most difficult of the Christmas songs. I finished to wild acclaim, thanked Heath and the orchestra and strode off the stage and back to Steffi. It was intermission so everyone was up and about. I was stopped several times for my autograph before I reached her. She jumped into my arms and kissed me. “Oh Rob, you were fantastic…incredible. I can’t believe I was actually here for it.” I put my arm around her and walked her up the aisle to where I saw Joe and Carla sitting. They greeted me with huge smiles and introduced me to their daughter and her husband. I could understand why they didn’t like him—he came off like a cold fish, devoid of any personality. Worse, he couldn’t help but scope out Steffi’s body right in front of his wife. We chatted for a minute before I excused us, using thirst as an excuse. We ran into Stan, the business manager, in the lobby. He was ecstatic. They had sold more than 500 tickets to my future concerts during the intermission. He bought us a couple of Cokes and some popcorn. I shook more hands and signed more autographs on our way back to our seats. I took a close look at Steffi once we were seated; I saw total love and lust in her eyes. I was extremely pleased with both. Once the lights were dimmed she pulled my hand to her crotch. It was soaking wet; I was sure her dress was ruined. I looked at her again; she smiled lamely and shrugged her shoulders. “I couldn’t help it. I love the way you sing. I didn’t tell you, but I had two orgasms in Mrs. Sherman’s class. I held her hand and gave her cheek a peck as the concert began again. We enjoyed the music, but, truthfully, there was somewhere else we’d rather be—home in my bed. That’s where we were at 11:00 on the dot. I figured that would give us another hour or more of fun before I had to take her home. CHAPTER 5 I opened the door and stepped aside for Steffi. She ran past me like she was on the soccer field. If I thought she might be tired I was definitely wrong. She was upstairs with her clothes off before I even made it to the bedroom door. “Eager, aren’t we?” “You’re damned right—clothes off now!” I almost laughed, but I could see how serious she was and this wasn’t a time to start an argument. I folded my jacket over the chair, followed seconds later by my tie, shirt, pants and boxers. My shoes and socks fell quickly to the floor. There was no hiding my excitement; it was standing out perpendicular to my body and it felt as hard as a rock. Steffi reached for my hand and pulled me onto her. Her lips reached up for mine and we met in a sweet delicious kiss. I fell the rest of the way to the bed, savoring the sensation of her perfect smooth skin. Steffi’s body was still tan from the summer with only her breasts, pubic area, and butt snow white. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands finding the smooth globes of her ass. My fingers ran up and down her butt crack, pausing to tickle her puckered star. Steffi noticed immediately. “Ooooooh! What are you doing back there?” “Just playing with one of the most sensitive parts of your body; did you know there are more nerve endings in your butt than in your pussy? If your pussy had as many as your ass all you’d want to do is fuck.” Steffi laughed hysterically. “All I want to do now is fuck…you.” She gave me that little girl pout look that they all seem to know so well and is so effective on guys—except me! “Are you trying to tell me something, because I’m having trouble following you.” She gave me an exasperated, “Aggghhh,” and pushed me onto my back. She straddled me and sunk swiftly onto my hard cock. “Do you understand me now? This is what I’ve wanted all night and I’ll want again tomorrow and the day after that and….” I put my fingers up to her lips. “I really do understand; it’s exactly what I want, too. I don’t know what I did before I met you, but I know this—I want it to go on and on and on. You’re wonderful and you fuck pretty good, too.” She took one look at me and laughed. God, I loved the way she laughed. In fact, I loved an awful lot about her, especially the way she fucked. Steffi began to rock, grinding her clit into me. “Isn’t this what they call clock management in basketball? Take a quick shot in the hope you’ll get another before the end of the half?” “Huh?” “That’s what I’m doing here—working for a fast one so we’ll have plenty of time for another before you have to take me home. What a waste of time, taking me home. I should just stay here all night then we could really fuck.” “Maybe, but here’s a thought; when I was a kid I wished we could have Christmas every day until my mother explained that having it once a year made it special. Having it every day would make it ordinary. Now, I’m not suggesting that sex with you would ever be ordinary, but there is a limit as to how often we can do it. We need to cultivate other interests, but not now. Oh God…definitely not now!” Thrusting into Steffi, I lifted her from the bed. We were both into it now—desperate to cum, needing to cum as much as we needed to breathe. We drove into each other at a furious pace; I could see the determination on her face and I was pretty sure I had the same expression on mine. This wasn’t going to last forever, not at the intensity of our mating. Suddenly, Steffi’s expression changed; she was feeling nothing but rapture now. She was only seconds away which was fortunate because I could feel it mounting deep within my groin. I pumped harder—faster—until at last! We erupted together like two volcanoes. Steffi shook with convulsion as my semen poured into her womb. Her eyes were glazed over when she collapsed onto my chest. I checked the clock—11:13; not bad, we may yet be able to fuck again exactly as she planned. There was no rush now; we lay there together, two lovers in their post-coital bliss. I’d heard that expression before, but until I had met Steffi I thought it nothing more than a myth. Now there was nothing I enjoyed more than snuggling with her at this time. She lifted her head almost a half hour later, a silly grin on her face. I leaned up to kiss her which only served to make her grin bigger and sillier. I was about to ask her about it when she spoke, “I love doing this with you, Rob. It’s so satisfying in so many ways. I can’t even explain how I feel after you make me cum, except to say that I feel totally at peace. Does that make any sense?” “I think so,” I replied as I pulled her back to me, holding her even tighter than before, if possible. “I feel pretty much the same way, as though there’s nothing in the world except you and me. The feeling is so exhilarating, like my whole body is glowing. I know it’s awfully early in our relationship, Steffi, but I think I’m falling in love with you. I can’t imagine living without you.” “Oh Rob, I feel the same way. I’ve never known anyone as sweet and loving as you are. I love everything about you.” She punctuated her remarks by pressing her sweet lips to mine for a wonderful loving kiss. It was enough to stimulate both of us. She pulled my resurgent cock into her cunt. We fucked again—slower this time, taking almost a half hour before we climaxed together again. Unfortunately, we had to rise, shower, and dress if we were to get her home by one. Steffi asked me during the ride if we could see each other tomorrow. Being Sunday I told her I had to attend church. I was scheduled to sing and I couldn’t let them down. To my surprise Steffi asked if she could accompany me. Of course, I agreed, telling her I’d pick her up at 9:15. I pulled into her driveway and walked her to the door. There was time for a quick kiss and in she went. Once again I waited until the door was locked before leaving. I thought on the way back about the crazy improbable series of events that had led me to Steffi.

How Traditions Start – part 2 An original story by Starrynight Enjoy: Molly watched her mother and brother enter the guest bedroom, close the door behind them and heard them lock it. She followed her father to his and her mother's bedroom and was starting to feel frightened as he too locked the door behind them. If Molly didn't know any better, she would say they were in trouble. "Molly, why don't you take a seat on the bed" Tom said to his daughter in a soft voice. He heard her walk over to the bed and take a seat before turning around to her. Tom could tell his daughter was nervous as he looked at her. "Sweetheart, relax. Everything is fine" Tom said and gave her his best reassuring smile. "Dad, what's going on?" She asked her father innocently as she relaxed a little. "Well" Tom started and took a deep breath "First of all, happy birthday." He said and eyed his daughter as she sat there wearing a purple sweater and long white pants. "Thanks" Molly answered and kept looking up at her father in confusion. "Now, regarding what we're doing here," Tom said and took another deep breath "your mother and I recently started talking about you and your brother, and about how you will get along next year." Tom continued nervously "We know that you are both very smart and we are not worried about your academic skills. What we are worried about, are your social skills." Tom said and hoped what he said made sense. He was so nervous, and Molly just sat there and stared at him as he talked. "For starters, probably almost every girl you meet next year already had a boyfriend. You on the other hand, don't have any experience with guys. That's why your mother and I thought it would be best for you if before you go to college…" Tom took a long pause before continuing "you have sex for the first time." Tom managed to say at last and felt his face get hot. "Sex?" Molly asked shocked and looked her father straight in the eyes. "Yes, sex with me" Tom said as his heart raced. "Are you serious?" Molly asked as she looked up at father to make sure. "I am," Tom said to his daughter "but only if you want to" he added. "So, mom and Zach are…?" Molly asked as things started to make sense. "Having the exact same conversation in the guest room" Tom answered his daughter. "So, mom is going to have sex with Zach while you have sex with me?" Molly asked with the surprise still audible in her voice. "Yes, but as I said, only if you want to." Tom repeated. There was some part of him that hoped she would say no and put a stop to this, but he could not deny that the part got smaller and smaller over the past days. "Okay" Molly said to her father. "Okay?" Tom asked at his daughter's casual choice of words. "Okay, let's have sex" Molly said and took in the image of her father's tall broad body. "Are you sure?" Tom asked and suddenly thought Molly's voice sounded much older. "Yes" Molly told her father boldly. She had always thought her father was a good-looking man, with his handsome face, broad shoulders, strong arms and short brown hair. Molly couldn't deny he was attractive, but she never thought he would be the first man she would be with. "Okay then" Tom said with a mixture of shame and excitement. He then slowly unbuckled his leather belt, removed it and placed it on the desk behind him. "I'm going to take my clothes off" Tom said and started pulling his heavy black boots off. Molly kept quiet and watched as her father started to undress in front of her. He took off his boots, placed them by the door and quickly unbuttoned his brown shirt, placing it on the desk. Molly looked at her father's strong hairy chest and muscular arms as they unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Tom stood in front of his daughter wearing his loose gray boxers for just a second before pulling them down and stepping out of them, exposing his penis to his barely legal daughter. Tom felt strangely liberated as his daughter looked intently at his naked body and his limp manhood. At his wife's suggestion he trimmed the thick pubic hair at the base of his cock and stood there shamelessly as his daughter inspected him. Molly was very aroused by her father's nude figure and especially his penis. It was the first one she has ever seen, and she felt a warmth grow between her legs as she looked at it. She read about sex in books and knew the general concept, but reading about it and doing it were two completely different things and she wanted to do it more than ever before. "My turn" Molly said and stood up. She felt an uncontrollable urge to show herself to her father, and she started striping with only a few feet between them. Tom's shame was gone. He felt only excitement and delight as his daughter started undressing. Molly was barefoot as she quickly removed her sweater, white t-shirt and pants while her father watched. He could feel himself getting hard as he looked at his daughter in her yellow bra and white granny panties and waited for her to remove them too. She stood there for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation of her father looking at her with anticipation before she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She then pulled her panties down and dropped them on the floor before facing her father in all her naked glory. Tom could not help but admire his naked angel as she stood there for his gaze. She had pale smooth skin, dirty blonde shoulder length hair and a tall athletic body. Molly also had cute perky B sized breasts that were just over a handful, small bright pink areolas, small hard nipples, and to top it all off, she had a very enticing tight looking vagina and a wild light-haired bush. Tom looked at his naked daughter until he noticed she was looking intently at his penis. Only then did he realize he was completely hard. Molly finished getting undressed and stood there looking at her father while he ogled her unconcealed body. The warmth between her legs grew as she looked at her father's penis. She watched with awe as her father's already thick looking member grew harder, longer and thicker until it was completely erect. She knew a penis gets bigger before having sex but her father's looked huge. It was so thick and long she didn't think it was going to fit inside her, but that only made her hotter. They kept looking at each other for a minute or so in silence, each studying the other before Tom made the first move. He closed the gap between them with two quick strides until he was face to face with his daughter. He looked down at her pretty face then leaned down until his lips met hers and he started kissing her hungrily. Molly closed her eyes as she felt her father's warm lips on hers. It was her first kiss and she loved it, enjoying the way her father caressed her longing lips with his. She returned his kisses as best she knew, accepting his lips with pleasure and caressing his in return until her father surprised her. "Mmmm" Molly cooed into her father's mouth as he unexpectedly snaked his tongue into her mouth. Molly felt a jolt of pleasure as her father's tongue met hers and she opened her eyes in surprise as he started to explore her mouth with her tongue. After a few minutes of intense kissing they broke it off for some air. "Wow" Molly said still gasping for air and looked at her father as he did the same. It was one of the best sensations she had ever felt, and as soon as she caught her breath, she put both hands around her father's neck and pulled him down for another kiss, sticking her tongue into his mouth just like he did to her. They continued kissing some more before Tom finally broke it off and sat down on the bed to catch his breath. His cock was rock hard, and he couldn't keep his eyes away from his daughter's cute tits. "I think you got the hang of kissing," Tom said to his daughter and climbed onto the bed "come her and we'll continue" Tom said patting the bed next to him. Molly obeyed her father and quickly climbed onto the bed, taking a seat next to him. "Is it okay if I touch you?" Tom asked cautiously with his eyes glued to his daughter's chest. "Sure daddy" Molly said in a childish voice and watched as her father grabbed her boob. Molly moaned shyly as her father squeezed her tit and started playing with her nipple. He brushed his thumb over it, ran his index finger around it and pinched it gently before bringing his mouth over and sucking on her nipple hungrily. Molly moaned quietly as her father sucked on her pink nip. He sucked on it for a few seconds to Molly's moans before moving to her other tit. He gave her second nipple a small flick with his tongue and latched onto to it as well. "Molly, you have the most beautiful breasts," Tom said after letting go of his daughter's boobs "now lay down and let me take care of that cute little vagina of yours." "Okay Daddy, but please be gentle" Molly said softly. "Don't worry baby, I'll let you know before I put it in. For now, I just want to taste you" Tom said to his daughter and after she lay down, he got off the bed and walked over to her feet. "God you're beautiful" Tom said as he looked at her laying there naked. Tom stood at her feet and slowly pulled them apart to reveal her pink virgin pussy. It looked so tight, Tom had to briefly touch himself before he took his place between her legs. Molly looked at her father fascinated and watched as he placed his strong hands on her smooth thighs and pulled them apart some more. A shiver ran through her as he grabbed her thighs and ran his hands along them, moving his rugged palms up and down her silky skin, each time reaching her outer folds then moving back down. He caressed her thighs like that a few times before bringing his head in between her legs. Molly could feel her father's warm breath on her vulva and felt another rush of excitement as he inhaled the aroma of her delicate flower. "Oooh Daddy" Molly whispered to Tom as he placed the tip of his tongue onto her vulva and brushed it along her virgin slit. It felt so good that Molly instinctively closed her eyes as her father made his way up her slit until reaching her clit and teasing it gently with his tongue. "Yes" Molly said with moan and watched her father as he started slowing running his tongue back and forth along her slit, giving her clit a teasing lick each time he reached it. Tom completely lost himself in his daughter's young pussy. He started out by gently caressing it to see her reactions, and after hearing her moans grow he pushed his tongue deeper into her muff. He loved how wet and tight his girl's pussy was and after taking quick taste, he brought both hands to her folds and slowly spread her lips, allowing him to stick his tongue deeper and taste her tart sexual juices. "Oh my god daddy yes!" Molly called out as her father pushed his tongue deep into her vagina. She pushed her pelvis against her father's tongue and let out another long moan as he moved his tongue inside her. Tom ran his thumbs along her vaginal lips with his tongue still inside her and then moved a thumb to her clit and started to circle it. Molly felt a strange feeling building up inside her as her father rubbed her sensitive little nib. Her dad rubbed her clit for a few seconds before he brought his tongue to it and started licking it. Molly felt the buildup grow and her moans grew louder with it. She watched her dad as he tortured her clit with pleasure until to her surprise he closed his mouth around it and sucked on it hard. "Aaahhh" Molly screamed with surprise as a powerful wave took hold of her body, making her erupt with pleasure she never felt before. "Oh my god daddy!" she yelled as it hit her, and she started squirming on the bed, while her father kept sucking on her clit. Molly cried out, her legs shivering as the new sensation flowed through her body, tensing it up and releasing it with every surge. After a minute it got weaker until the feeling wore off completely. "How did you enjoy your first orgasm?" her father asked with smile after releasing her clit and looking at her as she lay there glowing. Tom did not think it was a very powerful one, but by the sounds she was making he assumed it was her first one and that she enjoyed it immensely. "Oh my god, it was amazing." Molly said to her father while breathing heavily. "I never thought it would feel like this." she said "I mean, I've touched my self before and it felt really good, but I never thought an orgasm would feel so incredible." "I'm glad," Tom said looking down at his daughter "let me know when we can continue" he added and put a hand on her thigh. A moment later Molly sat up on the bed and gave her father a nod. "I'm ready" Molly said and got on her knees on the bed. Tom, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, gestured her to join him. "An important thing you need to know, is that when you start getting intimate with a guy, there are other things you can do without having sex." Tom told his daughter as she listened intently "You might not want to have sex at the beginning, which is completely fine, but you still want to fool around. So, there are other ways to pleasure each other, like what I just did to you." Tom kept saying and faced Molly to make sure she understood. After kissing and going down on her, he noticed he could easily talk about these things without feeling embarrassed. "What you can do to a guy, is give him a handjob or blowjob" Tom said and noticed his daughter was looking at his hard cock. "You can go ahead and touch it" Tom said and Molly looked up at him and blushed before reaching and grabbing it. "It's so big" Molly said as she grasped her father's thick shaft with her right hand. She could barely close her palm around it, and after giving it a squeeze, she started examining it. Molly was fascinated with her father's circumcised penis, looking at its veins and moving her hand along it. Tom let his daughter explore his dick for a minute and felt his need for a release grow. "Do you know what handjobs and blowjobs are?" Tom asked Molly. "Yeah, pretty much." Molly answered "I read in a few books about them" she added. "Okay good," Tom said to his daughter "I want you to practice on me. You can start with what you read, and I'll tell you what to do from there" Tom said and waited for his daughter to start. Molly started out by grabbing her father's cock firmly and stroking the middle of the shaft gently. It was clear to Tom she had no real clue what to do. "How about we start from scratch" Tom told his daughter in a tender tone. "First, spit on your hand a little to make it slick. It feels a lot better and will be easier for you." Tom said and waited as Molly spit a little into her hand, grabbed his prick again and commenced stroking him. "Like this?" she asked, and Tom let out a little moan. "Yes, that's good" Tom said as his daughter's palm easily slid up and down his shaft "See how much easier it is now." he added, and Molly nodded. "Next, I want you to use you hand to stroke the full length of my penis. Go up to the head and down all the way to the base." Tom said, and Molly did as she was told. "A little slower," Tom said "that's it, just like that. Slowly go up and down. Now if you plan on getting the guy off, start going faster, and when you sense him tensing or he says he's about to ejaculate, go really fast and don't stop until he finishes." Tom moaned as his daughter started stroking him faster. "I think you got it" he said and put his hand on hers. "Do you want to try giving a blowjob now?" "Sure daddy" Molly said and let go of her father's cock. Tom then moved back onto the bed and lay down with his erection sticking up. He was eagerly awaiting to feel his daughter's lips on his hard member. Molly quickly followed and climbed onto the bed after her father. She grabbed his cock in her hands, slowly lowered her mouth to it, then started licking the head in circles. "Oh yes Molly" Tom said and groaned as she started to lick his cock vigorously. She started by just licking around the head and shortly after she put the tip in her mouth and started sucking on it. "Yes, you're doing great" Tom said and moaned with pleasure as his daughter wrapped the head of his cock with her lips. She sucked on it then went back to licking it like it was an ice cream cone. "Now baby, I want you to start stroking me as you keep sucking on it" Tom said and felt his daughter's hand starting to jerk him as she sucked the tip of his cock, making him moan aloud. "Great baby, now I want you to start putting as much as you can inside your mouth and start bobbing your head. Try to get it as deep as you can." Molly listened to her father explain and tried her best to follow. Her father's penis was so thick she didn't think she could fit much in, but she would try. She started out with just the head in her mouth, took in another half an inch then pulled back up. Next try, she took another half inch, then another until a third of her father's cock was inside her mouth. She could tell by her father's moans he was enjoying it but also felt him looking at her to see how much she could fit. "Fuck baby, that feels so good" Tom said with a moan as Molly bobbed her mouth up and down his cock. She took only half of it in each time but kept stroking the base as she did, just like he told her. Her father's thick cock now filled her mouth and she slid it along her tongue as she kept blowing her father. Molly eventually got used to the sensation of her father's large snake in her mouth and started putting more of it in. She slowed down, pushing daddy's dick a little each time into her mouth. She would take it in until she felt she was just about to gag then pulled it out to the tip. Tom watched his daughter and moaned in pleasure as she attempted to take his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She almost gagged a few times but pulled it out in time and managed to get it a bit deeper next time. "Yes Molly, keep going" Tom said with a moan as Molly managed to take about two thirds of his cock in her mouth. He could feel his cock going in deeper each time until it touched the back of Molly's throat briefly and then she started to gag. Molly started chocking on her father's big cock and quickly pulled it out. Her face turned red and she started coughing as she tried to take in some much-needed air. She kept holding her father's cock in her hand but inhaled deeply as she breathed in. "You did great baby" Tom told his daughter as she still gasped for air. "I'm really impressed by how much of it you got in" Tom said and sat up on the bed to make sure his daughter was okay. A minute later she was back to breathing normally. Tom put a finger under his daughter's chin and raised it to give her a tender kiss on the lips. "Do you want us to keep going?" Tom asked Molly. "Yeah" Molly said and nodded. Giving her father a blowjob really turned her on and she wanted to feel his manhood inside her. She watched her father as he moved to his side of the bed and sat on the edge. He followed by opening a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a little plastic wrapper. "Is that a condom?" Molly asked. "That's right, come here and see how I put it on." Tom said and waited for his daughter to come closer. He ripped the silver wrapper open and gave his penis a few strokes with his free hand before taking out the rubber and placing it at the top of his erection. "Molly, the single most important thing when you have sex, is to make sure you're safe. Always use a condom when you're having sex. Don't let any guy ever talk you out of using one. If you start taking birth control, then keep in mind that you can have sex without a condom but only with a guy you know well and is clean. Am I clear?" Tom asked his daughter and gave her a serious look. "Yes dad, I understand" Molly said then watched her father as he rolled the condom onto his penis. He pulled it all the way down and looked up at her hungrily. "Are you ready for your first time?" Tom asked and eyed Molly with lust. He could not believe how bad he wanted his daughter. "Lay down on your back and try to relax" he added after Molly nodded in consent. Molly's heart was racing as she took her place on her back in the middle of her parents' bed. She could feel the moist warmth radiate from between her legs and spread them a little. She ached to feel her father penetrate her for the first time but could not deny her fear as she watched his hard cock bounce while he took he place between her legs. Tom's cock was so hard it was throbbing as his mind processed what he was about to do. He grabbed a large pillow that was resting on the headboard and placed it under Molly's waist with her help. He could smell her juices as they lightly dripped out of her and used his thumb to gently rub her pussy as he placed his palm on her soft bush. "I'll start slow," Tom told his daughter as he kept rubbing her vagina to make sure she stayed wet "It will probably feel a little uncomfortable at first. If you want me to slow down or stop just say so" Tom said and with that moved his hand away and started moving in. Molly gasped as the rubbery texture of her father's covered penis touch her vulva. She looked up at her father's eyes then down at his cock and moaned as he grabbed it with his right hand and rubbed it a few times along her slit. Molly watched hypnotized as her father placed the tip of his manhood at her entrance and slowly penetrated her virgin teenage snatch. Tom breathed heavily as he pushed the tip of his cock into his daughter. He could already feel the tightness of her vagina and he let out a moan as he buried himself deeper into her womanhood. Tom pushed about an inch and a half of his thick shaft into his daughter, feeling the pressure on it grow, when he felt resistance and stopped. "Take a few deep breathes" Tom told his daughter and looked her in the eyes. He heard her breathing deeply and kept looking straight at her as he pushed a little harder into her. Tom noticed his daughter wince, but she kept quiet as he breached her barrier and kept slowly pushing his entire length into her. "Ooohhh" Molly moaned quietly as her father penetrated her and striped her of her innocence. Her vagina screamed with pain and pleasure as daddy's cock stretched it to accommodate its size. She took long deep breaths as Tom kept going and Molly looked at his shaft as it slowly disappeared inside her cunt. "Are you okay baby?" Tom asked his daughter after his entire length was inside her. He marveled at the unbelievable tightness of her pussy as it squeezed his cock. It was so warm and wet that Tom had to calm himself down. "It's a little better now" Molly said after a long pause as her pussy adjusted slightly to the large intruder. Molly was amazed by how deep and thick her father's penis felt inside her. She felt it stretch it out so much that it felt like her coochie was on fire. Tom stayed still and let his daughter's cunt adjust. He waited for a minute or so before starting to slowly pull out, placing his hands around Molly's waist and pulling his cock out to the tip before slowly pushing it back all the way inside her. "Oh my god daddy!" Molly moaned as her father snaked his dick back inside her. It felt much better this time but still hurt a little as her snatch stretched again to allow her father passage to her sacred hole. Molly looked up at her father's face then down again and watched as he started slowly moving his cock into her. "Oh daddy, that feels so good" Molly said with a moan as her father kept going with long gentle thrusts. "Oh, fuck Molly!" Tom said with a moan "I can't believe how tight your pussy is." Tom said as he thrust his raging erection into his daughter's young tight vagina. He made sure to go slow and keep breathing as he plunged himself into her. Tom could not remember ever fucking a pussy this tight and thanked his years of experience as he managed to keep himself in check. Tom kept going slow to his and his daughter's growing moans. He could feel her pussy expanding a little, and when he noticed his cock was sliding rather easily into her cunt he started going a little faster. "Yes daddy, yes!" Molly called out in ecstasy as her father's thrusts strengthened. "I can't believe we're really doing this. I can't believe you're actually fucking me." Molly said with a whimpering voice. All the pain and discomfort she felt at the beginning were gone now, they made way to raw sexual pleasure. Tom listened to Molly's words as the surreal realization that he tried to push away hit him. He was fucking his own daughter, his little girl, plunging his manhood into her sweet innocent flower. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but it felt so good, and the fact that this was his daughter was perversely turning him on as he continued to violate her lustfully. "Yes, yes, yes, YES!" Molly cried out as an orgasm hit her. She closed her eyes and tilt her head back, her legs shivering slightly as a small orgasm took her and made her pussy clamp down on her father's cock. It was a small one that lasted only a few seconds, but it felt so good. Molly opened her eyes to see her father smiling and going a little faster. Molly looked down as the sudden wave of pleasure ended and watched her father as he moved his hand to her pubic mound after starting to fuck her harder. She watched him brush his fingers through her light-haired bush and starting to rub her clit with his thumb. It didn't take long before she felt another orgasm coming. "Oh, fuck daddy, oh my god, aaahhh" Molly screamed out loud and moaned as her young body was hit by another orgasm. It was more powerful than the last one and she felt her entire body shiver with unbearable pleasure. Her dad stopped rubbing her clit but continued to plunge his dick into her pussy as it clenched his cock tightly. Her climax kept going to her father's plunges inside her, and just as Molly felt it was about to end, her father started rubbing her clit again. Molly moaned and groaned, making guttural noises as her father extended her orgasm which made her arch her back as the excruciating pleasure took hold of her. Tom pulled his cock out of his daughter as the second consecutive orgasm hit her. He kept rubbing her clit to her animalistic sounds of pleasure but pulled out of her, so he could calm his cock down. He was worried he would climax as well if her tight pussy continued to convulse around his dick. Tom stopped touching Molly's clit and watched her beautiful breasts go up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Molly felt like she was floating on a cloud as her father watched her body recover from the sexual ordeal with his cock still fully erect. "Are you ready to continue?" Tom asked his daughter after her breathing became regular. "That was amazing." Molly told her father while still slightly out of breath "and yeah, we can continue." Molly told her father. "Okay, I want us to try another position." Tom explained to his daughter "I want you to get on all fours and face the headboard" Tom said. He watched his daughter as she rolled over to her stomach and got on all fours on the bed. He stared at her pale tight ass and her pussy peeking beneath it, the sight turning him on and keeping his cock hard. He gave Molly's ass a squeeze that made her jump and let out a little laugh before taking his position. Tom grabbed Molly's thighs and pulled her legs apart a little, enough for him to get in between them and move forward until his condom covered dick was touching her ass. Tom licked the fingers of his right hand and rubbed her pussy and clit shortly before grabbing his cock in his hand. With one hand around Molly's waist, and the other grasping his penis, he guided it to her opening and placed the tip in. Molly moaned as she felt the tip of her father's cock enter her again. She craved to feel it deep inside her again and was not disappointed as Tom pushed it in. Her pussy was so slick with her juices that despite the thickness of her father's shaft, it slid in relevantly easy. "Oh my god dad, it feels so deep" Molly said as her father pushed his cock all the way into her pussy from behind. It felt much deeper than before and she moaned as her father grabbed her hips with both hands and started to pump her tight pussy, stretching it with his thick shaft as they both moaned. Molly was shocked by how deep she felt her father's cock inside her as he took her from behind, and she loved every bit of it. "You can go faster daddy" Molly said and closed her eyes in pleasure as her father quickened his thrusts into her. She could feel his balls smack against her pussy and enjoyed the sounds of their naked bodies colliding in sexual bliss. Tom listened to his daughter's enticing moans and focused on his breathing as he tried to prolong their sexual act. He was already fucking Molly in a quick pace and started fucking her even faster, shoving his hard, thick cock into her with force. "Oh my god, oh my god…" Molly whimpered in pleasure as Tom pound his cock into her tight pussy. "Yes daddy, yes, don't stop" Molly begged as her father was now ramming his cock into her. "Yes baby, cum for daddy" Tom encouraged his daughter as he fucked her as hard as he could. He pushed his cock deep and hard into his daughter's tight deflowered pussy until she exploded in an intense orgasm. "Aaaahhhh" Molly yelled in a shaking voice as her body started to tremble. Scorching waves of intense sexual pleasure rushed through her lithe body as she started to groan. Her legs started shaking and her hands became wobbly as her father kept plunging his cock into her convulsing pussy. "Oh, fuck Molly, I'm gonna, I'm gonna…aaahhhh" Tom moaned with perverse incestuous pleasure as he started to cum inside his teenage daughter's tight cunt. Her convulsing pussy was too much for him and they both moaned as father and daughter climaxed together, Tom shooting his load into the condom, deep inside Molly's convulsing pussy as she cried out in rapturous pleasure that caused her body shudder. Tom kept fucking Molly throughout their intense orgasm until he felt his subside. He then pulled out of his daughter and let go of her. As soon as Tom let go of Molly's hips, she collapsed onto the bed exhausted, laying on her stomach with her face buried in a pillow, her legs still quivering with the last waves of her female orgasm. Tom removed the full condom from his receding cock and placed it on the nightstand before taking a place beside his daughter. He placed a hand on her back and started sliding it along it as he took in what they just did. They stayed like that in silence for a few minutes before Molly rolled over to her side and looked at her father's eyes as he studied hers. With the primal sexual lust satisfied, Tom now felt disgusted by the taboo act they had just committed. He was ashamed by how easily he made love to his daughter, taking her virginity without a second thought when it came down to it. But he was most ashamed by how much he enjoyed it, how good it felt to be the first man to penetrate his beautiful teenage daughter's sweet cunt. "Dad, are you okay?" Molly asked as she noticed the look on her father's face. Her pussy was still tingling a little, but her body had recovered from the intense act. "Me? What about you, are you okay?" Tom asked his daughter tenderly. He wondered if she felt the same sensation of shame and disgust that took a hold of him. "Uh hu," Molly said "I'm fine. This was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced." She told her father who was a little surprise "You made me feel so good. I could tell that you did everything to make sure it was perfect for me and it was. It was amazing. Thank you so much daddy." Molly said and gave her father a tender peck on the lips before sitting up on the bed. Molly's words caught Tom a little off guard and made him feel a lot better. Apparently, his daughter saw what they just did in a much different light than he did, and he was grateful for it. "I'm glad to hear you say that" Tom said and gave his daughter a strong embrace after sitting up too. He held her naked body against his for a while, treasuring the feeling of her body before letting go of her. They both got to their feet slowly and watched each other as they got dressed in silence. Tom watched his daughter as she covered up her beautiful naked body. He noted that she smelled like a woman now as the smell of sweat, perfume and sex drifted off her. Molly also watched her father with content as he covered up his flaccid penis. She smiled at the thought she was no longer a girl. Her father made her into a woman. Tom unlocked and opened the door after they finished getting dressed and put his arm around his daughter as they left the room. They noticed the guest bedroom door was still closed but no noise was coming out of it as they passed it, on the way to the living room. Molly took a seat on the sofa and Tom put the kettle on in the kitchen. He made a pot of hot tea and brought it to the living room. "I wonder how it was for your mother and brother" Tom told his daughter as he poured her a cup of tea. He started pouring a cup for himself when they heard the guest bedroom's door open. He finished pouring his tea and turned around to see his wife and son entering the living room nervously. Zach grabbed the tea his father offered him and took a seat on the couch across his sister. He looked at her and noticed she was looking at him too. Their eyes locked in an intense stare and Zach felt a strange sensation as he studied her. He felt like he was looking his sister for the first time. Hope you enjoyed. Please comment and tell what you liked or disliked. Part 3 will be out soon.

CHAPTER 15 We walked together into the school office to turn in our early dismissal note. Mrs. Roscoe laughed when she saw it. “Don’t trust him to go on his own, eh Cinda? I can’t say that I blame you. I never let my husband go on his own either. He can never remember what the doctor said. Okay, here’s your pass.” She handed Cinda the blue excuse slip and we walked out into the hallway. One of the first people I saw was Mitch. He didn’t look very happy. “Surely you’re still not pissed about New Year’s Eve?” “Yeah, but not your part. We got stopped by the cops not even five minutes after leaving your place. Jeremy was arrested for DUI and all of us were taken in for possession of alcohol by a minor. My parents had to leave a party and wow, were they pissed! I’m grounded for a month. I can’t even hang out after school. I am so fucked.” “That’s what happens when you mess with alcohol. It might be different if you were at home, but you’re just asking for it in a car and especially on a holiday like New Year’s Eve. You can read about it in the paper or see it on TV every day. Just be glad you weren’t in an accident where someone was injured or killed. Then you’d really be fucked. C’mon, Cinda we need to get to class.” We left school at 9:30 and were in the doctor’s office twenty minutes later. This was a big practice with eight surgeons and several physician’s assistants. The waiting room had dozens of chairs and two TV’s. As badly as I felt I realized I was lucky. There were patients in all kinds of casts including one man with both legs encased from his toes all the way up to his hips. We waited for twenty minutes before I was called to an exam room. I took Cinda by the hand and followed the nurse. I turned down her offer of a prescription for more painkillers then we waited for the doctor. Luckily, we didn’t wait long. He handed me a plastic mask with adjustable elastic straps to go both behind and over my head. “What do you think, Ty?” Moving it in my hands I could see that it was much too wide and much too flat for my head. “I don’t think it’ll fit.” He laughed. “That was a trick question, Ty. It won’t fit until I’ve adjusted it to your head. Watch this.” He took the mask from me, placing it on the counter. He turned on a blue light which I recognized as UV—ultraviolet. After exposing it for about five minutes he picked the mask up and held it to my face. I was amazed when it bent around my head. It fit almost perfectly when he was done. He adjusted the straps being sure to tell me—okay, to tell Cinda—not to make them too tight. He finished by checking my nose and cheek. I felt better when he told me I was making excellent progress. He gave me a note releasing me to play again. We were out the door five minutes later and back to school by 11:30. I got a few expected laughs when I walked out to practice with my mask in place. I wore it at every practice and every game. My only problem was sweating into my eyes. I solved that by removing it and toweling off at every time out and every foul shot. We were undefeated through the regular season and into the playoffs as I had a spectacular season averaging more than 31 points and double figures in rebounding and assists, too. We ran over the competition in the regionals and went all the way to the state finals still undefeated, this time facing a team that had a highly skilled seven-footer. Even a collapsing zone couldn’t cope with him. Kenny got into foul trouble early and we didn’t seem to have enough with him on the bench. Trailing by fourteen at the end of the third quarter we were in a huddle with our coach between quarters when I took charge. “Listen, guys—get me the ball and get the hell out of my way.” I looked around and didn’t see anyone complain so I wiped my face and returned the now familiar mask to my head. Jason passed the ball to me to start the fourth quarter. I dribbled up court, passing my opponent with a change of pace dribble and moving toward the foul line. Instead of pulling up for a shot I charged ahead for a layup, challenging the seven-footer. I leaped to the basket, holding the ball aloft in my right hand, drawing him in for the block when I switched suddenly to my left, spinning the ball under the hoop, off the backboard and into the basket. I brought my right hand up under his arm, making contact and drawing the foul. He threw his arms up in disgust. This was going better than I’d hoped. We trailed by eleven once I drained the foul shot. Back and forth we went with my drives slowly cutting into the lead. We had it down to eight when I drove again. I faked up with my right and switched again to my left. When he moved that way I brought the ball back to my right again. Now my hand was past his body; the layup was a breeze. I made sure to bring my arm up into his body on the follow through. Foul! He went berserk, screaming at the ref. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you blind? That was a charge! Damn you!” A second later he was called for a technical. A “T” counts as a personal foul and that was his fifth. He had to be restrained as he was pulled to their bench still screaming and venting his outrage. I made the fouls shots—one for being fouled while making the basket and two more for the technical. We trailed by three when we took the ball out of bounds. Another layup, easy this time without a giant in my way, and we trailed by one. They came down court, scoring on a short jumper—down three. Now their strategy changed. They fouled Mark before we brought the ball inbounds. He made both and we were down one again. They made a foul shot and I rebounded the missed second, passing to Jason with only five seconds to go. They fouled again. The clock read 0:03.4 when Jason stepped to the line. I knew he was nervous so I was relieved when he made the first. I moved to the left side of the lane knowing that his shot usually went to the right when he missed. Sure enough, the ball clanged off the right side of the rim, bouncing high into the air and to the left. I moved left and leaped high—my arm extended--spearing the ball with my left hand. I held it for a second before flipping it in a perfect high arc toward the basket. It fell through as the buzzer sounded. We’d won at last! I sank to my knees in exhaustion and relief. The court was pandemonium as more than a thousand fans rushed the court. I stood hurriedly and kept my mask in place in self defense from the well-wishers. I must have been back-slapped a hundred times at least when I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned and Cinda carefully removed the mask before rushing forward to hold and kiss me. She held it for more than a minute as the fans around us cheered. I whispered, “You know I’m a sweaty mess,” when she broke it. “I don’t care. You were magnificent.” I kissed her again then moved into line for the handshakes with the opposing team. I had reached the end of the line when their coach shook my hand. “That was the most amazing performance I’ve ever seen, Ty. You’re some player…just incredible.” He shook my hand again and I was able to return to our bench. Everyone was jumping around and celebrating. I sat down exhausted, but not too tired to accept the championship trophy and the MVP award. A month later I was named All State and Mr. Basketball. Later, in early April, I was selected to the AP and Parade Magazine All-America teams. Holly came over often to play with Fred so he understandably became very protective of her. Thus I was shocked one morning during our Easter break when Fred began to bark, something he rarely did. He was racing back and forth along the fence and barking like crazy at Holly in the yard next door. I knew something was wrong. Fred raced in front of me as I opened the gate to her yard. He ran in, grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back to the house. I walked cautiously past them. Mrs. Warren opened the back door visibly upset. “Why is he biting Holly?” “He’s not biting me, Mommy. He’s just pulling me.” Then I saw the reason why. “There’s a snake out here—looks like a copperhead. “Cinda,” I called, “Bring my short shovel and the hoe from the garage, will you please?” She was there less than twenty seconds later. “Be careful, Ty.” I would be; I’d killed these snakes before. It rose up as if to strike as I approached. I feinted with the shovel in my left hand then took a vicious swing with the hoe in my right. The hoe severed the snake’s spine about four inches behind the head. It writhed around on the ground for almost a minute before it died. “Don’t go near it,” I warned. “It can still bite and the poison is still deadly.” I picked up the head with the shovel and dumped it into their trash. Then I returned to the body and picked it up, carrying it also to the trash. I crouched when I reached Holly. “Looks like your arm is all covered with slobber, Holly.” “That’s okay, Ty. I think Fred saved me.” “That’s why he’s here—to protect all of us. Pretty good at his job, wouldn’t you say?” Holly just smiled as she hugged and kissed her pal. When the school year ended I was again number one in our class with a 98.6 percent average. Cinda was number two at 97.8. Mr. Whittaker told the entire school how pleased he was to have her as a student at the annual awards assembly. What a hypocrite! Then he announced that he would retire at the end of the year. Cinda and I were pleased, but probably no more than most of the other students. Cinda and I had been so busy last year that we’d never even thought about a honeymoon although every day with her was like a day in paradise. “How’d you like to go to Disney World? It could be a honeymoon for us. If we drive we could stop by in Louisiana so I can see my favorite mother-in-law and her no-good son.” Cinda howled; she knew I loved Monroe like a brother—probably better than most brothers. “Oh, Ty do you mean it? Think we could stay with your grandma again?” I started to make some calls. First were Mom and Dad—arrangements for Fred--then Grandma and finally hotel reservations for a week at the Disney’s Animal Kingdom Lodge. We dropped Fred off with Mom and Dad on Friday afternoon and left on Saturday morning. Cinda and I were eighteen—almost nineteen now; we had a MasterCard and a Visa, but I still had Dan Shulman manage our financial affairs. He’d done very well in this area, suggesting a CPA who’d recommended a variety of mutual funds. I had insisted on no-load funds, preferring not to pay five percent commission—almost $500,000 on the bulk of my inheritance. That would have been ridiculous. One of those suggestions was a triple tax-free municipal bond fund that had earned more than five percent over the past year. Overall, my investments had earned 8.3 percent—roughly $800,000. Most of it had been reinvested; the proceeds from the tax-free fund replenished my bank account. We always rose early, but the night before our trip we could hardly sleep—that’s how anxious and excited we were. We’d celebrate the first anniversary of our meeting tomorrow. What a wonderful year it had been. Driving now would be a lot easier, too; Cinda had passed her driving test in April. I often let her drive to and from school and on other short trips. I drove for two hours before pulling off to get breakfast then Cinda drove for an hour. We alternated throughout the day, making excellent time and covering more than 650 miles before stopping and staying at a Best Western for the night. Up early again we reached Grandma’s just after noon. She greeted us with hugs and kisses. “Oh, it’s so good to see you. Dear God, was it a year ago that the two of you met each other? We have so much to talk about, but first Cinda I think you should go and see your mother. She’s been talking nonstop about your visit all week.” I unloaded the truck, moving our suitcases into our old room. We raced to the truck once we had kissed Grandma good-bye. Five minutes later we were in front of Cinda’s old house. If anything it looked worse than it had when we left. I had barely stopped the truck when Cinda was out the door. I expected her to run to the house, but she waited for me; we walked hand-in-hand to the door. Momma opened it before we had even climbed the steps. Cinda ran up to hug her Momma. I followed a few steps behind, hugging and kissing Momma, too. We walked into the house together. Cinda hugged Monroe then he hugged me. “All-American--not too shabby; I saw that last basket on You Tube. That was incredible. How many points did you have in that game?” “I don’t know. I don’t keep track of stuff like that.” “Well, I do,” Cinda interjected. “Ty had 59, a new tournament record, and he had seventeen rebounds, too. He was playing against a seven-footer. It was the most incredible game I’ve ever seen and I saw all of Ty’s last year. The team was 32-0—undefeated, thanks to Ty.” “I was only one member of the team. I know you understand that, Monroe, even if your sister doesn’t.” Cinda stuck her tongue out at me and we all had a good laugh. “I thought you had a great game against Auburn. Cinda and I were glued to the TV the entire game. She refused to get up even to pee. I thought she was going to ruin our couch.” Even Cinda laughed at that although she did say, “I went at half-time, so there.” We all laughed again then we made arrangements for dinner. Momma told us it was lonely being here in the house by herself, but that Grandma had spent a lot of time with her comparing notes. “You should get a dog, Momma, like Fred.” Then we all listened while Cinda told at least two dozen stories about Fred including her episode with the plumber and how he had lunged at Mitch and how he had saved Holly from the copperhead. Finally, she told about Fred taking attendance every night, his cold nose on our cheeks. “The only down side is thunder. Fred gets terrified. Sometimes he’s actually shaking. I sit on the floor then and his head is in my lap. I never thought I could love a dog. Then I met Fred.” Cinda looked at me with the same loving expression I’d seen every day over the past year. We piled into the truck around 5:30 and drove to pick up Grandma then it was up to Morgan City for dinner. As usual, we had an outstanding time, well worth the expense even though we were exhausted by the time I drove into Grandma’s driveway at 11:30. The first thing that Grandma had asked Cinda at dinner was about her new school. She and Momma were thrilled by Cinda’s grades—and mine, too. Then Momma asked if she had made any friends. “Yes, Momma I have five very good friends. My best friend goes steady with Ty’s best friend, Kenny. We do a lot of things together.” “Are these girls white? Do you have any black friends?” “Yes, and no—it’s interesting that my skin color has never been an issue with the white girls, but it is with the black girls just as it was here. I know a number of black students, but many of them are snobs, because their parents are professors or doctors. Mandy’s father is a very wealthy investment banker, but you’d never know it by her. I met her and Kenny the very first day I was there and they welcomed me like I was family. Of course, being married to the school heartthrob has made things easy for me.” Cinda grinned as I scowled. Monroe just laughed. Most of the conversation throughout dinner was either about our experiences or about Monroe’s at LSU. I was surprised to learn how much time Grandma and Momma had spent together, but the more I thought about it the more I realized it was to be expected. They had so much in common. We had kissed Grandma and retired to our room where we showered, together as always, and I waited for Cinda to finish with her hair. In a year of firsts for Cinda one of the highlights occurred when Mandy took Cinda for her first beauty salon appointment. Momma had always cut Cinda’s hair herself to save money. Cinda told me afterwards that is was the second most amazing thing she’d experienced, second only to making love with me. “It was wonderful having my hair washed and dried and then styled. I had a manicure and pedicure after that. Mandy was with me the whole time and all we did was laugh. Don’t you think I look great?” That was a no-brainer—I always thought she looked fantastic. Cinda was just about to get into bed with me when I asked her if she was going to open her suitcase. “No, I’m already dressed for bed,” she commented as she pointed to her gorgeous naked body. “Well, maybe you’ll need something in the middle of the night.” “I’m sure I will, but what I’ll want is in the bed, not in my suitcase.” I gave her the same look she had given me so many times when I was exasperating. “Okay, I’ll open it just to satisfy you.” She did a double take first at me and then back into the pile of clothing. Sitting there on top of her neatly folded clothes was a square box wrapped in gold foil with a white satin bow. “I hate to tell you this, but the bow is squished flat.” “Even you’d be flat if you were squeezed in there. Why don’t you open it? Happy anniversary; I met you exactly one year ago, probably the luckiest day of my life; I love you!” A tear came to her eye as she exclaimed, “Oh, Ty—I didn’t buy you anything. I didn’t even realize until Grandma said something earlier.” “That’s quite alright. I got my best present ever a year ago today. You’re a gift that keeps on giving.” “But, Ty when did you buy this? We haven’t been apart in more than a month.” “I had a little helper…Mom. Go ahead—open it.” Cinda’s eyes were like saucers when she saw her gift. “Oh my God—I don’t believe it. Is it real?” “I’ll shoot the jeweler if it isn’t. Cinda took the two carat diamond pendant out of the box and I helped her put it on. She was back into the bathroom to check it in the mirror. She turned off the light and proceeded to thank me for the first of three times before we rose for breakfast where she pushed her chest out for Grandma to notice. “It really is lovely on you Cinda. Sorry, but I knew about it before you did. Martha told me about it last week. Be careful with it when you’re in Florida. It would be so easy for someone to pull it off your neck while you’re in a crowd.” Cinda nodded and helped Grandma with our food as I told her not to worry—it was insured. We spent a wonderful week. I even played ball at the park several times. I was shocked when several younger kids asked for my autograph. It seemed that Monroe had been bragging about his brother-in-law. I obliged every request even though I thought the whole idea was silly. I was really nobody special. We left very early the following Saturday morning, arriving at Disney World at six after driving for almost thirteen hours. We went up to our room on the third floor with our bags then ate a light dinner in one of the hotel’s restaurants. Back by 7:30 we sat on our balcony to watch the herd animals at the hotel’s pond. Cinda was fascinated. I thought it was pretty neat, too. We were in bed early, made love as usual, and were up early the following morning, taking the resort bus to Magic Kingdom. We spent the entire day and even stayed to watch the evening parade and fireworks. We returned the following day to finish what we’d missed the day before then taking the monorail to Epcot. Again, we stayed for the fireworks. After two tiring days we tried Animal Kingdom. It’s a smaller park and the crowds were smaller, too. Cinda, especially, loved seeing the animals on the safari. I wondered if she would like a real safari in Africa. We finished Disney World the following day at Hollywood Studios. Then we took a day off, relaxing and hanging around the hotel pool. We finished up with a trip to Sea World. It was a change we welcomed after four days of “make believe.” Too soon we had to leave. This time we took two days to drive to Louisiana. We decided en route to invite Momma and Monroe to visit us. We stayed two days just to rest, taking everyone out to dinner again our last night. Cinda retrieved a big bag from the truck bed once we had arrived at the restaurant. She distributed the gifts from Disney and Sea World with hugs and kisses. We left reasonably early—we expected to have an early start in the morning. Cinda and I were in the shower when I stepped up behind her placing my arms around her waist while I nuzzled her neck. “My goodness, what is that big hard thing that’s sticking into my ass? Hmmm?” “It’s my spear. I’m taking you captive. You have to do everything I tell you.” “Yes, sir; please don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you say.” She raised her hands in mock surrender. “Please, sir…I’ll suck your cock.” “Not tonight, darling; if you do that I won’t be able to take care of you and that would never do.” I turned her around to take her into my embrace. We kissed under the hot spray. Our lips were mashed together when I reached under her thighs to lift her legs to my shoulders while I pressed her against the tiled wall. Cinda reached down, feeling her way to my cock. “Spear me, Ty.” I couldn’t help myself; I laughed like crazy, but I did as requested, spearing my delectable wife in her hot tight pussy. “I love you, Ty. You’re just wonderful, know that?” “No, but I do enjoy hearing you say it. However, that comes in a very distant second right now to what you’re doing to me. No wonder I always want to make love with you.” Cinda giggled then squeezed my cock with those powerful vaginal muscles. I moaned in response so she did it again and again. I drove into her as hard as I could for several minutes before reaching down between us to rub and pinch her clit. I could feel the tremors running through her body as she came explosively. That was all it took for me—my cock felt like a machine gun so rapidly did I spew ropes of semen into her precious vault. I could have stayed there for another ten minutes, but the water suddenly turned cold. I turned it off and carried my love out so I could dry her. Grandma must have gotten out of bed at four. She had our breakfast ready for us at five, refusing our offers to clean up the dishes and kitchen. “Don’t be silly, Cinda—I have all day. It will probably take that long for the water to get hot.” I gulped in embarrassment, but Grandma just laughed. Five minutes later we were away. It was mid-afternoon the following day when Cinda drove the truck into the farm. As happy as we were to be home, Fred was even happier. He licked Cinda’s hand as his tail wagged wildly. We visited with Mom and Dad for more than an hour, telling all about our trip and about Momma, Monroe, and Grandma. Mom invited us to dinner and we were glad to accept. We were both too tired to cook. Mom excused us shortly after dinner, but making us promise to come back again the following night by promising me pot roast—my second favorite after her fried chicken, what my bastard grandfather had referred to as “nigger food.” As much as I loved Grandma I didn’t miss him a bit. I was sure he was securely ensconced in the bowels of hell. While we were there I asked if they would accompany us to Louisiana again later in the summer so I could visit LSU. I couldn’t begin to guess how many colleges had expressed an interest in me. Getting letters from coaches was exciting when I was in sixth grade, but by eighth it was tedious. I never paid too much attention, thinking I’d probably go to Indiana. Now with Cinda as my wife I had another idea. We agreed to go the first week in August. I’d phone Monroe so he could make the necessary arrangements. We slept in the following day, getting out of bed primarily to pee and shower. We skipped breakfast, choosing instead to put Fred out into the back yard while enjoying some freshly squeezed orange juice using fruit we’d bought in Florida. We weren’t surprised to see Holly run into our yard. She loved to play with Fred. Cinda called her over to us, giving her a big trash bag with a bow on it. She almost fainted when she saw the huge Minnie Mouse doll inside. She loved Minnie. Cinda and I had taken the PSAT and had done very well, a combined score of 226 for me and 200 for Cinda out of a possible 240. Having more than a month of the summer free we had decided to study for the SAT which was scheduled in November. We found it amazing that almost everyone in school was jealous of our grades, but barely anyone gave any thought to all the hours we worked to earn those successes. We agreed to study a minimum of three hours every morning leaving the afternoon and evening for social engagements, mostly with Kenny and Mandy. CHAPTER 16 I had asked Mom and Dad to accompany us to Louisiana for my visit to LSU. Mom especially was thrilled—she’d get to see Grandma once we had visited the campus. We walked out of the plane to see Monroe waiting just outside the security area. Cinda introduced him to Dad and Mom and while we were talking we heard another voice, “Hi, Todd.” Dad turned toward the voice. “Ty! I can’t believe it! What are you doing here?” “I guess Ty failed to mention…I’m an assistant at LSU now. It would be a real feather in my cap to bring Ty on board.” “Then I guess,” I replied, “you should show us the campus.” We stepped into a big van—big enough to handle all our bags in addition to the six of us. The driver took us directly to the Pete Maravich Assembly Center—the 13,000 seat arena where LSU plays its home games. I was really impressed to see “Welcome Ty” on the marquis. Coach Beamon took us on the tour, spending almost three hours trying to sell us on the university. “I’m sure you realize, Coach that Cinda will be attending with me.” “Yes, Ty--Monroe has told us. When he’s not bragging about you he’s bragging about her. I don’t know if we can get a full scholarship for her—that’s out of the Head Coach’s authority—but I assure you that we’ll do what we can. Can you work out for us?” “Of course, I have my stuff in my bag.” Back to the van I retrieved my practice uniform—shirt, shorts, jock, socks and sneakers. “You must have a trainer who can tape my ankles.” Most of my teammates ignored this practice, but then they didn’t have a 44-inch vertical leap either. Coming down from that high was stressful on my feet and ankles even though my feet were exceedingly strong. I had done it to myself as a freshman and sophomore, but Cinda wanted to learn and I was pretty sure she felt it was her contribution to my success. Now I sat on the training table while Coach Beamon told me what to expect. He wanted me to play one-on-one with a guard from their team and later, two-on-two. “No problem,” I told him. Ten minutes later I walked onto one of the two practice gyms. It was a regulation sized court with only minimal seating. Cinda, Monroe, and my parents sat and watched while I warmed up, shooting and dribbling with both hands. My opponent introduced himself and I knew immediately that he was the star of the team. I’d have to play my best to do well. I had to hand it to him—he was an excellent player, but I beat him twice—15-11 and 15-6—by utilizing both hands equally well. I was able to block several of his shots so effectively that he had to resort to other less effective tricks. We might have been equals offensively, but my defense won the day. He clapped me on the back when we were done. “Well done, Ty; you just beat our best player. Let’s try two-on-two now.” I met the other players on the court. I was paired with a forward who was about 6’7” and solidly built against my prior opponent and another big man. We used basic strategy—pick and roll and give and go very successfully. These are probably the oldest plays in basketball and they’re still used effectively today. We won both games—15-12 and 15-9. I scored and passed well, but the highlight of both games was my defense. Coach Beamon was extremely pleased then I met the head coach who had watched everything from an office window. I was offered a scholarship on the spot. I told them that I accepted. This was something Cinda and I had discussed for hours. She wanted me to be happy and I wanted the same for her. I realized that college in Baton Rouge, less than a hundred miles from her home would be perfect. School started before we knew it—we were seniors at last! We had a new principal named James Henderson. He looked to be in his mid thirties and was very dynamic, something dear old Harold hadn’t been for more than thirty years according to Dan who had known him for even longer. We were quite surprised one morning when he asked to see us. After welcoming us to his office and offering us seats he began what appeared to be informal remarks although I was certain he’d practiced at some length. “At first I thought you might be twins; imagine my surprise to learn you were married. May I ask how you met? I detect a southern accent, don’t I, Cinda?” She began our saga, one that was well known to our friends and when she was done I chimed in, “And now you know, sir that I needed to be defended by a 100-pound woman.” Cinda laughed and so did he. “From what I’m told that’s anything but true. You’re a legend here—outstanding athlete and outstanding student. That’s pretty incredible.” He shook our hands again and we left with much better feelings than the last time we were in the principal’s office. We took the SAT’s in early November and our weeks of toil and study paid off handsomely. Cinda earned a 2300 and I had a 2360 out of a perfect 2400. We were overjoyed. There was nothing to be gained by taking it again. Our scores would qualify us for any university in the world. Our basketball team was looking stronger than ever. Kenny and Mark were now three-year starters and this was my fourth. We had lost Jason, a good guard, and Jon, a small forward, but we had picked up four starters from last year’s 24-4 junior varsity. Even better, one of those players was 6’6” and another was my height—6’4”. I had called time-out three minutes into our first game. They threw a junk defense, one designed to double and even triple team me whenever I moved inside the foul line. I could have probably shot all day from the three-point line, but I planned to drive to the basket whenever possible. My teammates had to be ready to move to the basket and receive the passes I would deliver for layups. They “held” me to 34, but I had seventeen assists, a school record. We won 89-54. The new kids played the entire fourth quarter. The remaining games before Christmas were carbon copies—some crazy defense specially designed for me, plenty of assists, many of my baskets coming off fast breaks or offensive rebounds—as we won by an average of 28 points. I felt a bit of trepidation when I walked onto St. Ann’s court two days after Christmas for the final of their Holiday Tournament. They, too, tried a special defense—a triangle and two with the two shadowing me all over the court. Unfortunately, I was taller and able to jump much higher than the players guarding me. I passed the ball to Mark as soon as I crossed the mid-court line then brushed one of my defenders off a pick by Kenny. Mark delivered the ball right on time as I reached the apex of my jump. I rammed it home with a thunderous dunk that appeared to shake the entire gym. Our fans went wild; theirs groaned. It was a sign of things to come. They missed their shot and Kenny rebounded, passing out to Mark who caught me mid-stride at the mid-court line. Two dribbles and I slowed down so I’d be fouled as I dunked again. We ran the score to 17-5 and then to 28-9. At halftime it was 47-16. I rested the entire second half. I “only” scored 27, but that was more than enough. It looked like we’d run the table again. Then I got the phone call. It was Saturday afternoon, the first weekend in January, when Momma phoned. I often spoke with her, but it was Cinda she usually wanted to talk with. Not today—she was serious when I heard her speak. “There’s no easy way to say this, Ty. Your grandma passed away last night. She was supposed to pick me up for some shopping up in Morgan City. I called when she was an hour late then drove over there with the Sheriff. His men were able to get into the house. We found her in bed, a peaceful look on her face. She had a weak heart, Ty. She hid it well, but she told me several times over the past year that she felt she was on borrowed time. I’m so sorry. Can you call your mother or would you like me to do it?” “I’ll make the call, Momma. I guess we’ll see you soon. Bye.” Cinda sat next to me, her hand in mine. “It’s Grandma, Cinda…she’s gone.” I broke down and cried terribly into Cinda’s shoulder as she held and caressed my head. Slowly between gasps I explained what Momma had said. “I said I’d call Mom, but I think I should go. Will you drive? I don’t think I can just now.” Cinda put Fred out. Somehow he knew once again that something was wrong. I hugged him then we were out the door for the fifteen minute ride to the farm. Cinda led the way luckily. I could barely see through the tears which only got worse when Mom came to the door. “It’s Grandma,” Cinda explained. “Momma just phoned.” She went on to explain the conversation. Mom came to me to hug me. “As evil as your grandfather was, Ty that’s how good your grandmother was. She’ll be missed.” “I know, Mom. I already miss her.” We went in and sat while Dad called the Sheriff’s office and then the mortuary where Grandma’s body was taken. The call was only ended for about five minutes when it rang. Cinda answered once she saw it was Pastor Robbins. He offered to coordinate everything until we could get to Louisiana. Dad made flight arrangements for Wednesday morning after my game on Tuesday afternoon. I’d miss Friday’s game. Suddenly, it meant nothing to me. I slept poorly that night. Thank God I had Cinda with me. She helped me in the shower and later she dried me and put me to bed where she comforted me with her body. She slept on her back, pulling my head to her breast. I suckled for more than an hour until I fell asleep at last. We met Kenny and Mandy outside church as usual. They could tell immediately that something was terribly wrong. “I need a favor, Kenny.” “Anything…what’s wrong?” “Ty’s grandma passed away, Kenny. She was a wonderful woman, just the opposite of his grandfather. We stayed there together before we were married and after, too. She did so much for the poor, too.” “When are you going?” “Wednesday morning; I’ll be back Sunday afternoon. I have to miss Friday’s game.” “That’s not important. Your family comes first.” Kenny and Mandy hugged me and we went in to church. It was one of the rare times I couldn’t wait for it to end. Kenny volunteered to take care of Fred. He’d pick him up after Tuesday afternoon’s game. Cinda and I went home, ate a light lunch and I sat quietly on the couch. Fred came over to rest his head on my leg, his soulful brown eyes locked onto mine. I was in a real funk when Cinda came in from the kitchen. “Come on, Ty. Come with me.” She extended her hand and kept it there when I didn’t respond. Leaning forward, she pulled on my arm, lifting me from the couch. “Didn’t think I was so strong, did you? I smiled for the first time in more than a day. “I’ve always known you were strong.” She led me down the hallway. “Where are we going?” “I know what you need, Ty and I expect no arguments from you.” “But….” “I said ‘no arguments.’ Come with me.” She stopped by the bed to remove her clothes then she turned to face me. My sweatshirt was pulled quickly up and off. My jeans went the other way. In seconds I was naked and surprised to see my fully erect cock. “See,” she said, “I know exactly what you need. Lie down. Don’t make me force you.” She began to giggle and even I had to laugh, but I didn’t argue. I knew she was right. I needed to move on and this would be the first step. I lay down, moving to the center, my arms up to welcome my love. “Thank God I have you, Cinda. I don’t know if I could get through this without you.” “I think you would, Ty. You’re a very strong person. Now….” She never finished that sentence; her mouth covered mine with a long passionate and wet kiss. It seemed to last forever and when she broke it my rock hard cock was buried within her. “I know you’re hurting terribly, Ty. This is why I’m here. I’m here to help you. We’ll get through this together. I know it will be hard, but together we’ll manage.” She leaned down to kiss me as she rode my cock for almost ten minutes. I was suffering, but I learned that I still had biological needs. I blew into Cinda, coating her sensitive vaginal walls with my seed. She relaxed on my chest when I was done. “I love you, Ty. You’ve helped me so much. Now it’s my turn to help you.” She kissed me then closed my eyes with her hand and we found peace; the chance for a quick nap. Cinda and I walked into the main office first thing Monday morning. I didn’t say anything. I just handed the note to Mrs. Roscoe. She read it quickly before saying, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Ty. When will you be back from Louisiana?” “We should be back by Sunday so Cinda and I will be back in school next Monday.” There were other kids in the office so by third period everyone knew that my grandmother had passed away. Almost everyone was sympathetic. Coach told me that Friday’s game was meaningless. We’d run through the League Tournament with or without the win. Then he prepared us for Tuesday’s opponent. We’d had some difficulty with this team and their fans in the past, but today was the worst. No sooner had I walked onto the court than several of their fans began chanting, “Grandma…Grandma.” I was livid. I knew how to make them pay. We were walking out to the opening tip when I called my teammates together. “Listen, guys—get me the ball and get out of my fucking way.” One of the new starters began to object, but Kenny stifled that in a second. “You can call the shots when you make All-America. Until then, shut up and do what you’re told.” I almost always handled the jump ball—I could jump much higher than anyone else on the team. It was almost funny watching me out jump players who were four to five inches taller. I tipped the ball to Kenny who passed it back to me a few seconds later. I dribbled up court, unsurprised when two guards tried to stop me. I dribbled right, spun around back to my left and through the double-team to the basket. A quick leap led to a dunk and a foul on their too-slow big man. I was on fire. I couldn’t miss, but I took care of my teammates, too. We led 31-17 at the quarter; I had 21 points on eight for nine shooting, four foul shots, and seven rebounds. I was just getting started. We led at the half 63-36. I had 46 points and 16 rebounds. Coach wanted to take me out, but I refused. “I owe those assholes, Coach. They disrespected my grandmother and they’re going to pay.” Sometimes a player might have a good half, but lose it when play began again—not so today for me. I couldn’t miss and I didn’t. I began to take long three pointers to conserve energy. I had 78 of our 97 at the end of the quarter. The game was over, but I wasn’t. “Time to shift into overdrive,” I told Kenny. He shook his head in disbelief. I had noticed that some of their passes were careless, the kind one might make in practice when the defenders aren’t trying to get in the way of the offense. I picked off their first pass, took one dribble over half-court and fired a long jumper—three points. I stole the ball seemingly at will, scoring on seven straight three-pointers, most from almost half court. I had outscored them 21-0 over three minutes. They managed to get a hurried shot off, but missed and I grabbed my twenty-ninth rebound. I dribbled quickly into the front court, going behind my back when a defender cut in front of me. I took my time advancing the ball until I was at the foul line. I pump faked and jumped straight up for the shot as my opponent landed on my back. “I’d like a time-out after the second, please,” I told the ref when he handed me the ball for my first foul shot. “Sure, Ty the way you’re going tonight I think you could make them blindfolded.” I took the first right-handed and the second lefty. Time out was called and I walked to the bench, passing their fans on the way. “You’ll think twice before insulting my grandmother again.” I sat on the bench telling Coach, “You can take me out now.” “Gee, thanks,” he said sarcastically, but patted me on the back. Once it was clear I was done for the day the public address announcer stated for all to hear, “Ty Feldner scored 101 points, a new school and modern-day state record and pulled down twenty-nine rebounds.” I knew the state record was 113 set way back around the beginning of the twentieth century in a game that was 156-10, or something like that. I could have set a new one, but I’d sent the message. That was enough. The gym, filled to the brim like most of our games, erupted chanting “Ty…Ty…Ty.” I turned back to find Cinda cheering the loudest. I was drained--more emotionally than physically--when the game ended with the score 126-76. Kenny hugged me first; “Incredible, Ty…just unbelievable.” Then Cinda reached me. I never thought she could—the crowd on the floor was packed shoulder to shoulder. “Oh, Ty I wanted to kill those kids when they taunted you, but I think your solution was better.” She hugged me tightly until I left for the team handshake. Once again, their coach was last in line. “Ty, I wanted to throttle those kids when I heard them. I’ll report them to the principal first thing tomorrow morning. Their behavior was despicable. I’m sorry to learn of your grandmother. You’ll be in my prayers. I also thought your performance was unbelievable. How many shots did you miss? Not many, unfortunately.” “Thanks for the sentiments, Coach. I never keep track of personal statistics. The only thing that matters was that we won.” “Spoken like the true champion you are.” He shook my hand again and I walked back to Cinda. We spoke for a few minutes before I disappeared into the locker room for my shower. Once done, I was interviewed by one of our local TV stations for almost five minutes. That happened after almost every game. Kenny followed me home then took Fred with him, Fred’s food, bowls, bed, and leash in the trunk. Cinda and I had a quick and quiet dinner. Afterwards we went to bed. I was exhausted, but Cinda brought me back to life. She led me in for a second shower. She ran her soapy hands up and down my body as she kissed me repeatedly. Finally, she took me out and dried me carefully. Then she led me to bed. My mind and my muscles were tired, but my cock was neither. It stood up from my body like a flagpole. Cinda covered my body with hers then licked her way down my chest to my abdomen where she began by kissing the tip of my cock. “I haven’t yet figured out why this part is so soft and spongy when the rest is so hard. I’m sure there’s some biological reason, but I don’t care. I just know how much I love it. I love popping it in and out of my mouth.” “I think I already knew that,” I replied with a chuckle as Cinda swallowed me whole. Up and down her head moved and she sucked me toward oblivion. Her tongue tickled my shaft, but not for long. My need for Cinda knew no boundaries. Now, especially, with the stress I’d been experiencing I needed her more than ever. She sucked me mightily, her lips wrapped tightly around my helmet, and I blew, flooding her mouth with my slick ejaculate. She sucked me dry then cleaned my cock lovingly. Typically, she asked nothing for herself. I pulled her up to me, kissed her quickly as she placed her head on my shoulder. Dear God, I wondered for probably the millionth time, what did I ever do to deserve the love of such a woman? CHAPTER 17 We rose even earlier than was our custom for the trip to the airport. We left after breakfast for the forty minute ride. Neither of us had ever flown so I was surprised to learn that Dad had reserved business class for us. Four hours later we were in Baton Rouge where Monroe awaited us. He hugged and kissed Cinda then hugged me. “I’m so sorry, Ty. Your grandma was a wonderful woman. I don’t know anyone who didn’t like her.” I thanked him and we walked into the baggage claim area for our bag. Thirty minutes later Monroe drove us to Grandma’s house. Mom, Dad, and Momma were already there. It was kind of eerie sitting there in her living room without her. I half expected her to walk out of the kitchen at any moment to offer us Cokes and cookies. Monroe turned on the TV, finding ESPN to ease our boredom. We watched the sports news for more than a half hour. Most of it dealt with pro or college basketball or hockey. Then I was shocked to see my face on the screen. “Ty! That’s you!” Cinda was so excited. I was shown rebounding and taking several long three-pointers before dribbling up court, making the pump fake and stepping to the foul line. The commentator described how I had scored 101 on 37 of 41 from the floor, including thirteen three-pointers and fourteen free throws without a miss. “Senior Ty Feldner has committed to LSU,” was his final comment. “I was going to ask about the game, Ty, but I see you drew a lot of attention in our absence.” “A bunch of guys from their school insulted Grandma, Dad,” Cinda explained. She went on to explain what they had done and how several of our fans were going to beat the stuffing out of them until they saw Mr. Henderson nearby. “Then, after the game, it was no longer necessary.” “Weren’t you going to tell us, Ty?” It was Mom speaking. “No, Mom,” I said with a chuckle. “What has Dad told me probably a hundred times?” Mom and Cinda replied simultaneously, “Self praise stinks.” Ordinarily the room would have been filled with laughter, but not today. Cinda and I excused ourselves so we could change out of our clothes—my good gray suit and Cinda’s navy blue dress. We emerged ten minutes later in golf shirts, shorts, and sandals. We went to a seafood buffet for dinner. I couldn’t believe how many of those crawfish Monroe could eat. I wasn’t surprised when Cinda offered me one. “Don’t you trust me,” she asked. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. She squeezed the tail and the meat fell into my mouth. All I could taste was the hot sauce. The crawfish’s tail was more chewy than tasty. Cinda smiled, kissed my cheek, and whispered, “You don’t have to eat any more. I know they’re not for everyone. Thank you for trusting me.” We were back at Grandma’s house by nine and it took a special effort not to look for her coming out of the kitchen as she had so frequently when Cinda and I had lived there with her. We excused ourselves to our room. “I remember this shower, Ty. We had some wonderful times here, didn’t we?” My only response was to give my wonderful wife a big kiss. We washed each other as had become our habit—running our hands frothy with soap over each other’s skin, I loved to run my hand between her glorious butt cheeks; she always had fun washing and stroking my cock and rubbing my balls until I was hard as a rock. Then she always enjoyed making it soft. Tonight was no exception. Cinda rolled on top of me, pushing those beautiful firm and smooth breasts into my chest. Rubbing her nipples into my hair, round and round in circles on my chest always made her hot—that’s what she’d told me any number of times. Cinda rubbed her slit over my cock—oh dear God, what a feeling! When she moved forward just a bit I slid slowly into her tight sweet vault. My hands found the globes on her ass—her smooth muscular butt. Hell, her entire body was one smooth muscular part after another! She slid down my pole in five short thrusts until was seated deep within her core. We moved together at what we recognized now as our pace. Starting slowly meant our pleasure would be prolonged. Moving at this pace meant that we’d get hotter and hotter for each other until, in time, we could take no more. Then we’d go at it like rabbits until nature took its course. We came together, exploding in mutually exhausting orgasms. We always slept well afterwards, even me who had never slept well until I met and fell in love with Cinda. We met with Grandma’s attorney the following morning. Personally, I would have preferred to skip it. I knew my Grandma was dead; I didn’t need another reminder. I held Cinda’s hand tightly as Mr. Cardwell took his seat at the head of the table. He made Grandma look like a kid. “I won’t bother to read the entire will,” he began. “Most of it is just legal mumbo jumbo that helps attorneys justify the huge fees we charge.” “Like you?” “You must be Ty. Your grandmother told me you’d say that. I saw you on ESPN—quite the accomplishment.” “I thought it was lousy basketball,” I replied. “Basketball is the quintessential team game.” “Yes…uh, well I suppose we should just move on. I’ll deal with the smaller bequests first. Let’s see…okay, here we are. ‘I bequeath to my good friend Joanna Oates the sum of $500,000.’” I thought Momma would faint. “’To my favorite granddaughter-in-law, Lucinda Marie Oates Feldner, I bequeath the sum of $1,000,000 in the hope that she will spend it frivolously. To the Church of the Good Shepherd I bequeath the sum of $5,000,000, knowing that my good friend Ralph Robbins will use it well for the congregation.’” I looked over at Rev. Robbins; he had a tear in his eye. “Now to the two major heirs—Ty, your grandmother bequeathed you a trust of $40,000,000. You will receive $10,000 each month until your twenty-fifth birthday when the trust expires and the money is completely yours. The trust is a means of avoiding the estate tax. Why the federal government would create a tax that any lawyer with half a brain can overcome is something I’ll never understand. Martha the remainder of the estate which I estimate at $50,000,000 goes to you, also in a trust with the total becoming available to you at age fifty. You will receive $25,000 every month. Any questions?” “Yes, I do. Who manages the trust and how much does he get?” “Your grandmother warned me about you, Ty—very good questions. I will manage both trusts until I die then my associate Sam Davis will take over, and yes, Ty—he’s a lot younger than I am. The firm will receive $125,000 annually for your trust and $200,000 for your mother’s. We will hire a financial advisor your grandmother has approved to manage the actual investments. He’s from Baton Rouge. I’ll provide you with all the necessary details in due time. I’d like to add that Emma was a very old friend. I knew this day was coming, but I prayed it would be well in the future.” He shook our hands and we left, back to what I still thought of as Grandma’s house although it now belonged to my mom. We changed into our dress clothes, went out for lunch, and arrived at the funeral home by two for the first session of the wake. Rev. Robbins took Cinda and me aside before we entered. “You’ll see your grandmother’s body in the coffin. It can be a bit overwhelming, especially the first time. Remember that it’s only her shell. She was much more than her physical being. Try to remember that when you go inside.” I nodded my acceptance and walked in, still totally unprepared for the whole thing. Cinda and I knelt at the casket. Grandma looked peaceful, but artificial—the makeup, I guessed, couldn’t quite cover the sallow skin unless it was very thick. Cinda’s hand on my arm helped to steady me as I rose from my prayers. We sat in the front row with Mom, Dad, and Momma. Rev. Robbins stood nearby to introduce us to all of Grandma’s friends and acquaintances. It was one of the longest times I’d ever experienced. We left at five going straight to a nearby restaurant. I couldn’t believe that we’d have to endure the same stress again tonight and tomorrow, too. That night I was amazed that so many of the guys from the park came to express their condolences. Monroe also came early that evening, sitting next to me in support. The next day, Friday, was more of the same. I couldn’t believe that Grandma knew so many people then Rev. Robbins told me that many of them were poor people from his church—people who had been helped over more than thirty years by Grandma, and always behind Grandpa’s back. I realized then how much courage Grandma had. Plenty of people talk a good game, but she actually carried through many times and at great peril to herself. I was sure Grandpa would have killed her if he had found out. Saturday finally arrived—the day I dreaded more than any other—the day of Grandma’s funeral. The high school gym had been rented; it was the only place that could hold the crowd. The bleachers were filled as were almost all of the hundreds of seats that had been placed on the gym floor. Rev. Robbins walked in behind the now closed casket. Mom and Dad followed him; Cinda and I followed with Momma and Monroe last. We sat in the front row as Rev. Robbins walked to the podium. He read some scripture mostly dealing with eternal life after death. He finished by reading the 23rd Psalm. Finally, he called me to the podium to speak about my relationship with Grandma. “I’ve played ball in front of thousands of screaming fans, but I’ve never been as nervous as I am now. I think that many of you know that I never met Grandma until I was seventeen. I thought my parents were getting divorced, but it turned out that my grandfather was a controlling bastard. I learned later from my parents that I actually came here to protect my mother from him. I guess I did a pretty good job. I’ve never regretted my part in my grandfather’s death, but I’d do anything to bring my grandmother back. I learned from Rev. Robbins that she was the bravest, most courageous person I’ve ever known. She helped people in the community knowing that her husband would likely kill her if he ever found out. I only hope that I can live up to the high standard she has set.” I dried my eyes and returned to Cinda’s side. She hugged me, kissed my cheek, and squeezed my hand. I prayed she’d never let me go. The interment was private—for family only. I learned then that many of the graves in the area were above ground due to the low elevation—we were less than ten feet above sea level-- and high water table. The limousine pulled to a stop next to a large marble crypt with the name “Walker” carved into the stone. “Your grandfather had this built for himself, Ty,” Rev. Robbins mentioned quietly. “I guess he never thought he’d run into someone like you.” “Yeah, this looks like it’s much too good for him, but it’s not nearly good enough for Grandma.” Cinda’s arms around me held me up. I needed her support more now than ever. Thank God the ceremony was brief. We returned to the house where Cinda and I were able to change into more comfortable clothes while we met with many of Grandma’s friends who stopped by. There was food and drink aplenty as we began to move on with our lives. Monroe drove us up to Baton Rouge and the airport Sunday around noon. Soon we were back home; I drove straight to Kenny’s house. Fred was thrilled to see us, licking our hands and wagging his tail as Kenny told us about Friday’s game. “Bottom line—we lost, but I think it was a good experience for us. Most of us rely on you too much. We played hard and well, but we lost it at the end by three.” I was actually pleased; I knew we’d murder them if we met in the league tournament. We were back in the house with all of Fred’s stuff and were relaxing for the first time in more than a week when Cinda spoke, “I was shocked that Grandma left me money. I have no idea what to do with it.” “I’d like to suggest you keep it in your own account. You read what Grandma told you—spend it frivolously. Buy expensive clothes or shoes or whatever. If there’s one thing I know--you deserve the best.” “You know, Ty I grew up poor so I can’t really conceive of so much money. I’d buy maybe two or three outfits a year and they’d have to last. Shoes? Some of mine are five years old. I just don’t know if I can spend so carelessly.” “I know how you are; you’re thrifty, but keep in mind that we now have more than fifty million dollars. That’s much more than anyone needs. I’m inclined to give most of it away to charity. We’ll keep enough to take care of you and our children if something was to happen to me, but the rest we’ll donate to charity.” “Gee, Ty I never gave any thought to having a family.” “I think it’s a long way off—after we finish college. That has to come first.” Cinda agreed with a familiar twinkle in her eye. I put Fred out then joined her in our bedroom. We showered together before falling into bed to make the most passionate love together. We fell asleep eagerly looking forward to going to school again. I had survived the ordeal. Cinda was right; we’d done it together. The alarm woke us, but I needed to take a minute. “Thank you, Cinda. Thank you for everything. I love you.” “I love you, too--but you don’t have to thank me, Ty. You would have done the same for me. Isn’t that what being married is all about—supporting and helping each other? You’ve helped me plenty of times. All I did was return the favor. Enough talking; kiss me and let’s get up. We need to get to school.” We hustled into the shower, my hands on her butt as she giggled all the way. We walked into school an hour later. It was great to be back. We won Tuesday’s game easily and went on a winning streak that ended only when the season had ended with another state championship. We hosted a party for the team the following Saturday night. Of course, there were a few fellow students who tried to crash the party, but Kenny and I were able to convince them otherwise. It was a great time either in spite of or because of the lack of alcohol. Cinda and I had finished the cleanup and were in the shower when I had a sense of déjà vu. “I know something you don’t.” Cinda told me as I soaped up her butt crack. “Oh…you mean about Kenny and Mandy getting engaged?” She gave me a look of amazement. “How? I know Kenny didn’t say anything. Mandy swore me to secrecy.” “I don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. Kenny isn’t college bound. His dad owns a very successful custom woodworking business and it’s always been his wish to join his dad once he graduates. He and Mandy are great together so I simply added two and two….” “And got four—really, Ty you are amazing. Now let’s go to bed so I can feel just how amazing you can really be.” A minute later I found myself kneeling between her legs as she rubbed my hard cock into her slit while I bent forward to lick, suck, and nibble her swollen nipple. Cinda pulled on my cock, telling me, “Now, Ty—please give it to me now!” I pushed and slowly entered Cinda’s body. I was never able to drive into her in a single thrust. She was just so tight; of course, I loved it just as I loved her. Five thrusts later I was seated deeply within her slender body. Cinda’s face showed her rapture then it showed how hard she was working. She rotated her hips to bend my organ and create the friction we’d both need to complete our journey. With Cinda, getting there was at least half the fun. We moved together for almost ten minutes when I noticed tiny changes in Cinda’s body—tremors running the length of her body, changes in her breathing, in how she gripped my body, in her loss of coordination until all three came together in a massive convulsion that shook her like a rag doll. There would have been a loud scream—loud enough that our neighbors would have called the police—had I not covered her mouth with mine. The highlight of this for me occurred when her cunt gripped me so tightly that I had no alternative—I came in a mammoth torrent that drowned her poor pussy in my cream. Moving very slowly I slid off Cinda to lie next to her until she moved into our sleeping position with her head on my shoulder, her crotch pressing into my thigh and leaking my seed badly. “Ty,” she whispered, “ever think about doing it in my ass?” “No, but the idea has a certain appeal. You know how much I love your ass.” “I think I’ll have to do some research on the net. Jennifer told me how much she loves it.” “You’re kidding; when did she tell you that--tonight…at the party?” “Yeah, she said she gets great orgasms, but doesn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. In fact, she told me she’s still a virgin.” I had to laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding—she takes it in the ass, but she’s still a virgin. That’s incredible.” I kissed my wife’s head and closed my eyes. Fred dutifully stuck his nose into Cinda’s neck then came around so I could pet him. The three of us were asleep seconds later. Nobody was at all surprised three weeks later when I was again named Indiana’s Mr. Basketball. Two weeks after that I was named the AP’s player of the year and then earned the same honor from Parade Magazine. I turned down the opportunity to play in the McDonald’s game as I did last year. I’d had another outstanding year averaging 34.4 points, 12.5 assists, and 15.1 rebounds a game. I also had excellent figures for steals and blocks. I was the first player in state history to score more than 3500 points in my career. Cinda and I flew back to Baton Rouge during our Easter break to find a house. We wanted to rent, but could buy if necessary. Grandma’s will had cleared probate. Cinda had received a certified check for a million dollars and my $10,000 a month had begun earlier that month. Coach Beamon referred us to a local realtor who was a huge LSU booster. We didn’t care for any of the rentals—they were either run-down or in what we considered a bad neighborhood. Several were on busy streets. Truthfully, we didn’t want to be in a “student area” where we’d have drinking and a lot of noise. We decided then to buy. We found a nice foreclosure with three bedrooms and two full baths on a quiet cul-de-sac. The house was two years old, but had never been occupied. We got a good deal and arranged for carpeting and a fence to be installed before moving in over the summer. The realtor said she’d monitor both for us. My final surprise came at the annual awards program. Cinda and I went to dinner with Mom and Dad before driving to school. We told them of our plans for my inheritance before dinner. “I plan to give away at least a million every year once I’m twenty-five. By then I’m sure I’ll have at least fifty-five million. Who needs that much money?” “I’m not surprised Ty, not even a little,” Mom commented, “and you owe me a trip to Hawaii, Todd. Your dad and I had a little bet and I just won.” We were seated together in the eighth row when Mr. Henderson opened the program. First on the agenda were the letters and other awards for each of the sports. I received my letterman’s sweater with the thought that I’d probably never wear it in Baton Rouge. Next were the most valuable player trophies. I already had two so I wasn’t surprised to receive my third. “Might as well stick around, Ty,” Mr. Henderson announced. Now I was surprised as an easel with something big and covered with a black cloth was brought out onto the front of the stage. “Ty, you’ve set so many records and were the major force in bringing the school two state championships, the only ones in our brief history. The Board of Education has voted unanimously to retire your number.” The drape was lifted from the easel to reveal my jersey--number 24 with my name in bold red letters--mounted and framed along with all the records and honors printed below. There were three game photos on each side. It was a totally unexpected honor. I stood there red-faced in front of the SRO crowd that gave me a standing ovation. I was pulled to the podium where I thanked my teammates and coaches, and mostly Cinda and my parents for their undying support. I shook Mr. Henderson’s hand again and returned to my seat where Cinda embarrassed me further by kissing me deeply in front of everyone present. The final awards were for Valedictorian and Salutatorian. Both recipients were named Feldner. I beat Cinda by less than a single percentage point—98.7 to 97.9. I could see Mom and Dad beaming. Cinda and I had done nothing but study for the past month and we’d continue until the end of school. Advanced Placement courses can result in college credit, but to get it a student would have to do well on the annual exams. Exam papers were graded from zero to five; only the two highest—four or five—would earn college credit. I’d never received anything lower than five. Cinda had some fours before we were married, but only fives thereafter. Each of us had enough credits for almost an entire academic year. Finally, after hundreds of hours of study, it was time for graduation. I had tried for weeks to learn what Cinda was going to speak about. However, she refused to give even the slightest hint. “You’ll have to wait just like everyone else,” she commented with more than a giggle. We were seated in the gymnasium, the graduates in folding chairs and the guests in the bleachers. Mom and Dad along with Momma and Monroe had choice seats thanks to our accomplishments. Mr. Henderson had just finished his introductory remarks when Cinda was called to the podium for her speech. “I believe that life is a journey, one that is shaped by the decisions we make. It was almost two years ago that I made a momentous and difficult decision that has changed my life’s journey forever. I was at our local park in Louisiana watching my brother and his friends playing basketball when this white boy with hair like straw came to play. I’m sorry to tell you that my friends assaulted him with racial jibes and insults. I had a choice then to join in, ignore, or step forward against the others—against my friends--for what was right. That was the choice I made. It was a decision that has changed my life completely, leading first to friendship and later to love and marriage to the smartest, most amazing straw-headed young man.” Then she told about the consequences—how we studied together, got to know each other, and fell in love. Then she told how our marriage had brought her to Indiana and made her a better, more complete person. She finished by telling how much she looked forward to our future together. How all of us—all our classmates—had so much to look forward to provided we had the courage to make the difficult decisions life would present to us. I began my speech by comparing life to basketball. I told how there was little real luck in either, rather that luck was usually the result of hard work more than anything else. “It’s amazing how the luckiest people are also the hardest workers.” I also spoke about our marriage and how, as partners, we had made each other stronger through our refusal to accept anything but the best from each other. I finished jokingly, “I want to thank my wife for rescuing this straw-headed kid that afternoon down in Louisiana. She’s saved me physically, spiritually, and emotionally any number of times—when I was shot by my grandfather and punched at St. Ann’s being the most obvious. She’s been the steadiest and most positive influence in my life every single day since then.” I returned to my seat, hugged Cinda then, hand in hand, we received our diplomas. We hugged, kissed each other briefly, and applauded as our classmates received theirs. We hung out for a few weeks, mostly to pack up our belongings for the movers. Our house in Baton Rouge was ready. The realtor had emailed us photos of the carpets and the fence in the back yard. Cinda and I had taken Fred to the vet for his annual shots and we had listened carefully while he explained the problems of having a pet in the south. Mostly, we had to be concerned with fleas that would be present all year long. He suggested some pesticide sprays we could use in our yard and house and some medications we could use on Fred. Finally, he recommended a vet from Baton Rouge, one who had graduated with him. We finished our packing a few days early so I phoned Kenny to ask if he wanted a day at the lake. He agreed eagerly. Cinda and Fred were in the back seat when I picked up Kenny and Mandy. The first thing I noticed was the ring on Mandy’s finger. “About time you went public, isn’t it?” “Yeah…I guess, but the main reason is we want to ask you something before you move away. Would you be my best man?” “Cinda,” Mandy asked from her seat next to Cinda, “would you be matron of honor? Although I have kind of a hard time seeing you as matronly.” “We agree,” Cinda said for both of us. She and Mandy spent the rest of the trip and most of the day discussing the wedding plans. We swam and played with Fred until the sun had almost set. Then we left, driving home where we said good-bye to Kenny and Mandy with hugs and kisses, inviting them to visit us in our new home. The movers came two days later, emptying our small house in only a few hours. We went then to stay with my parents until the weekend. We had a good time with them although our sexual escapades were somewhat subdued due to their presence. I noted with a grin that they had never rented their new apartment over the barn. Mom and Dad were up early Saturday morning to see us off. We refused breakfast, telling them we preferred to stop after a few hours for a break. It was almost 5:30 when we hugged and kissed them good-bye and climbed into the truck, Fred with his head out Cinda’s window. I stopped at the end of the driveway to allow a big semi to pass then turned to look at her. “You ready?” “You going to be with me?” “Every step of the way!” “Then bring it on, world!” She gave me a quick kiss then Cinda held my hand tightly as we moved forward eagerly into a bold new chapter in our lives. NOTE: I will begin to post the further adventures of Ty and Cinda in Baton Rouge and at LSU within the next week. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

Chapter VI, Marks history The kids can't get enough of their mom and dad. Later that night. Susan Fourteen year old Susan woke in the dark with someone in her bed. Her arm was over a man's chest. She was waking from an unremembered dream and not fully into reality yet. She felt herself cuddling up to him. She knew it was safe to do so. In fact she felt her face smiling and knew it was wonderful to do so. Oh Yeah, it was her wonderful father. Then she remembered passing for a 22 year old college student girlfriend and lover of the handsome man she already loved, her father. She realized they were both cuddling naked and as she snuggled a little more she felt a bit of a twinge between her legs. She smiled bigger and remembered throwing herself at her father till he finally could not help himself. He made her a woman. She marveled at how easy it was to brainwash her father and guide him to her goal. Then she had loved and thrilled at how, once he had given up and entered her virgin pussy, he took total control. From that point on she was his, to be used and pleasured any way he wanted. What he wanted had driven her out of her mind. Susan went through every detail of stripping off her dress and panties and guiding her, at first reluctant, father into her body and further into her heart. After that it was a kaleidoscope of pleasure and joy. She hadn't known she could cum that much. In fact, she felt her pussy warming up and tingling in anticipation. She slipped he hand down his chest and stomach. It contacted his REM sleep hard on. His breathing changed when her hand gently closed on his shaft. She slowly threw one thigh over his waist and held there for a minute. As carefully as possible Susan slithered up on top of her father. He made some grumbly noise and half asleep his arms went around her slender waist. She had him, and now was going to get more of him. With her nipples hardening up against his chest Susan wondered if she could fill her,now throbbing, pussy with his manhood before he woke too much. She shouldn't have worried. What does a man do when his woman wakes him by climbing on top of him in the middle of the night? He grabs her slender hips and positions her womanhood over the head of his cock, finds her wetness, and pushes her hips down. As he slowly worked his way up to full consciousness, he was amazed at how tightly this wet woman's center gripped his whole cock. He moaned when he felt her hips hunch over to grind their pubic mounds together and fully engulf all of his manhood. He just lay there reveling in the feeling of a hot and hungry pussy sliding up and down his throbbing manhood. He wondered who these slender hips and very tight pussy belonged to. Too slender for his wife'`s more well rounded frame. He thought he must have fallen asleep at a swing party and some sweet thing was taking advantage of his sleep hard on. His eyes were still closed till he heard. "Ah, Daddy, it feels so good. Fuck me. Oh God, How I love saying, Fuck me Daddy" Full memory of whose tight pussy that was flooded Mark's mind and his eyes slammed open. There was his daughters head laid on his chest and over her shoulder he could see her hips rising and falling as she plunged herself up and down on his thickly veined throbbing cock. Before he could think any more, he heard, "Oh Daddy! I am going to cum. Ooooohh it's just flowing over my whole body like a warm shower." She kept pumping her pussy on his hardness. She slowed for a while then sped up again. Her second orgasm caused her young tight pussy muscles to grip and relax and grip and relax all up and down the sensitive manhood that deeply impaled her recently virginal womanhood. This climax had a higher peak and billowed from her womb up through her body. She began to speed up fucking his cock in and out of her and heard her father say. "Oh Baby I'm getting close but I'd like to last longer. Oh I'm Almost there!". She was lost to the heat in her loins and was still speeding up fucking him. Suddenly he grabbed her waist forcefully and pulled her off his cock. She looked down at his stiff purple-headed thick veined pulsating cock. "OOHH" he groaned and set her on his chest leaving an immediate puddle just below his throat. Then Mark readjusted his arms under her splayed legs and reached his hands to the back of her ass and pulled her farther up his chest. The dripping opening of her pussy landed right on his outstretched tongue. He immediately began lapping and slurping all of her pussy nectar he could reach. He even tasted some of the remnants of the seed he had spurted up into her womb earlier that night. He didn't care. It was something they had shared and that made it just fine. Susan leaned forward and positioned her clit right over his mouth. He took the hint and suctioned that clitoris between his lips and suckled on it like a titty nipple. She groaned and told him, "Don't stop, You are getting me close. I want to Cum. I Want to Cum on Your Mouth. aaaaaaiiieee! Daddy, Eat me alive!" she squealed, and ground her pussy on her fathers face. Her climax began to ebb and her father drug his oral muscle up to her clit and began to flick and flay it. Suddenly the churning heat in her belly and pussy exploded even hotter. Susan's thighs clamped hard on her fathers ears and her whole body vibrated. She fell over on top of his face for a moment. She got her legs free and started to slither down his body till her pussy touched his slightly less swollen, still sensitive cock head. "I want your cock and your cum in me and my cunt again." Mark was surprised and turned on by her nasty use of the word "cunt". She kept on, "I want to feel my daddy's spunk splashing hot in his little girls cunt." With that she pushed her (now) cunt down to envelope all of his maleness. Susan then sat back upright and started hunching her pelvis forward and back on it, grunting with each bottoming out. She started speeding up and hunching harder. As roughly as she was using his cock it almost hurt. It kept him from cumming as soon as he was afraid he was going to. Watching her tossing her head back and forth, her pelvis sawing forward and back on his groin, her face sweating, eyes closed in a grimace was one of the most arousing things he had ever seen. His hands moved up to cup her B cup soft breasts sporting rock hard nipples on obviously crinkled aureola. Her eyes flew open and she begged, "Daddy OH Daddy! squeeze my titties, Rub my nipples." His hands mauled one pale breast and gently squeezed the other nipple. Her pelvis was slamming into his. Her eyes were closed. Her cunt was on fire with built up pleasure when her father pinched the other nipple. "Oh aaaahhhh Haaaiieee SSSOOO Good. Don't Move. Let me do it all. Let me suck the cum out of my Daddy,s big fat cock with my horny hungry little girl pussy. OHHH GOD! It's Too GOOD! I'M CUMMING AGAIN !!! AAAGGGHH Cum with me FILL ME UP!!!!" Mark had no choice in the matter. He couldn't hold back and He felt like a firehose had been stuffed in just behind his balls and Pure Electric Ecstasy was being pumped through his balls, his shaft, and out his cockhead "AAA AAAGGGGG! Take it. TAKE IT ALL, ALL MY SPERM, ALL MY SEMEN, ALL MY BABY JUICE!!!" Susan fell onto her dad's chest, her pussy squeezing his cock spasmodically as it was still buried deep inside her horny pussy. His cock throbbed a few more times trying to get his semen as deeply in her young womb as possible. He pulled the sheet up over their sweaty bodies. She fell into regular rhythmic breathing and was still. He drifted off right after. They woke and cuddled and snuggled for a few minutes.They saw the clock and realized they had to get up and get ready for the day. Susan joined her father in the shower. They enjoyed washing each other. While soaping up his daughter's groin one of Mark's slick finger tips slipped up to one knuckle into Susan's rectum. She ooohhed and, "Daddy you are so nasty sticking your finger in my ass. It feels weird but I think I like it. Your cock is so hard. You can bend me over and rape your little girls pussy if you like." Susan turned to point her ass at her dad and bent over a little looking over her shoulder. Mark paused to leer at her slender waist swelling out to her young hips and ass. He heaved a big sigh, "We still need breakfast and to get out to the hockey field. This will have to wait to another time. He slapped her on that beautiful behind. David's morning Marla woke to the skies just starting to lighten through the window and something hard poking at her behind. She knew immediately whose it was. She remembered losing all control and getting royally fucked by her own horny teenaged son. He was still asleep, just enjoying the feel of his mothers lush body. She eased out of bed with her pussy warm and getting wet again from the memories. She peed quickly and returned to the bedroom to gaze at her sleeping boy, still with his morning hard on. Between Mark and Marla, Marla was the kinkier of the two. Her mind was still in a state of horny arousal. She had already crossed the line, Sooooo... This was too good to pass up. She found a some scarves in her closet. She tied the scarves around his wrists with a knots that would tighten the minute he put any pressure on it . She tied the other ends of the scarves to the bed frame with his arms gently pulled out straight to his sides. With his legs straight she managed to get his ankles tied about shoulder width apart. Her prize was pointing to his chin, bobbing above his belly. , and leaking a dollop of clear precum. Marla slowly lowered her lips to the helmet of his firm 6 1/2 inch cock almost as thick as his father's. She slipped the head fully in her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it to taste his salty lube and heard her son moan. Her hand wrapped around David's shaft and she began sucking on the head. David woke quickly and tried to thrust into the hot wet place he found his cock. He immediately found his arms spread and constrained. UUUNNNHH" came first then, "Hunh? Wha? aaaahhhh. What are you doing?" He finally got out. Marla pulled her mouth off Davids cock and told him, "In case you didn't notice I am sucking your cock and looking forward to forcing you to fill my mouth with your hot spicy cum. Then I want to swallow it down into my stomach and make your proteins part of me. Right now you are completely in my power and I can do whatever I want and I want to eat your cock and cum." She returned to sucking on the head and squeezing his shaft. The sensation of such suction on the head of his cock was soft hot wet pure glowing pleasure. He tried to pump into his mothers mouth but she sat on his legs and kept him confined. He was young and ready. His mother was hot, aroused, and had been fantasizing recently about what he would taste like and how he would respond to cumming in his mothers mouth. On top of physical pleasure of his throbbing cock, his arousal was heightened by the kinky fact that it was his luscious mother who was driving his pleasure center crazy. The unusual fact of being tied and helpless magnified his excitement, though he wasn't sure why. David and his sister, Susan, had satisfied each other orally while working up to seduce their parents but he knew now that Susan still had a lot to learn. David told his mother, "AAAAggg Mom! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." She started pumping and sucking harder as his cockhead began to swell. Then she totally surprised her son by reaching under his balls and shoving her saliva covered thumb all the way up his asshole. His whole world shrank to the glowing pressure in his ass and the explosion of his pumping cock into his mothers hungry sucking mouth. His body arched as much as he was capable of as he squirted jet after jet of cum against her tonsils. She kept sucking and swallowing even after he started crying out, "OH God! Stop! Please! it's too much" David was thrashing around trying to get his cock out of her relentless mouth. He couldn't get away. He was totally in her power, more so than any time since he had been in diapers. She loved it. Her pussy was almost about to climax without having been touched. Marla could get excited by the power trip and even more knowing he was her own son. When she pulled her mouth off his, now empty, wilting cock, she crawled up to face him. Her whole body was pressing on him. She lowered her face, insinuated her tongue into his mouth and kissed him working her tongue all around. She still had some unswallowed cum in her mouth and she painted his mouth with it. "How do you like the taste of your own cum? Hope you like it because you are going to get more of it and swallow it." she said with an evil grin. Marla slid off her son and just held him till he caught his breath. She started kissing and licking his body, his neck, his nipples, his bellybutton, his balls. Finally her pussy couldn't wait any longer. David looked into his mothers flushed face as she was lowering that same pussy down onto his face. "Suck me hard!" his mother commanded, suck all my pussy juice out and swallow it!" David noted a little of the taste that he had recently gotten from her tongue and realized that it was some of the cum he had squirted into her last night. He didn't care. He was in a new kind of awareness and anything connected to these pleasures was exciting and therefore good. Marla's pussy had been on the edge since her mouth had engulfed his member. It now blew out as she squashed her womanhood on his face rubbing her clit on his nose for more stimulation. She shook on his face, with her first climax, till he began to need air. She whirled around and took his cock in her mouth again and began whipping it with her lingual muscle. She planted her clit between his lips and directed him, "Eat me! Suck my clit you nasty dirty little boy." By then his dick had hardened up again and suddenly she whirled around again and sat on it, slurping it up into her throbbing cunt. She rode him through another orgasm. He started, "unh Unh UNh" and she felt his dick swelling again. Marla pulled off his cock, reached between her legs and squeezed the base of his cock till it stopped swelling and throbbing. Hearing his long groan she told him, "I'm going to use your cock to make myself cum and for my finale I want you to cum in me at the same time. If you don't I will do something quite unpleasant. She continued, "If you feel like you are going to cum, you tell me. If I am not ready I will do the squeeze thing again." She looked quite seriously stern, A look he did not want to disappoint. With that she sat on his cock again and started to squirm around on it. Suddenly the was a marshmallow headed vibrator in her hand. She pressed it to her clit a hissed, "EEEEEE UNH" and spasmed from her pussy up to her throat. She calmed a bit while still squirming and stirring her innards with his tool. "Mom I am getting close again. Oh MOM I want cum in you." She did the squeeze at the base of his cock thing a couple more times and she just kept humping his cock, using it to keep herself cumming. "Mom I am going to cum. You better stop! I can't hold it back." with some fear in his voice. Marla responded with riding his cock harder and, "Call me Mommy and fill me with your sperm!" Pleasure was exploding in her whole torso and pussy. She was lost in arousal, in a world of fantasy. She had had her tubes tied and couldn't get pregnant but the thought of her sons semen coursing into her womb if she were still fertile turned her on even more as she ordered him, "Knock me up! Make me Pregnant! Cum in my Womb! CUM In ME NOW!! aaaaaiiiiieeEEE!" She screamed as she thrashed around stuck on his swelling cock. She just kept on, an extended incoherent cum. David could barely move any part of his body. His mother had kept holding his climax back and now it felt like he was stuck and couldn't cum. It kept building and building. She was cumming all over his cock, squeezing so hard with her Kegel strengthened pussy muscles that it was felt like she might pinch it from his body. Finally her pussy began relaxing and flexing and relaxing and flexing, milking his cock with her climax and David erupted. "Mommy, MOMMY Take it, I am CUMMING inside MY MOMMY. All My Cum!!!!" and drifted into unintelligible grunting. Marla fell forward onto her son. His manhood was still throbbing inside his mother's occasionally spasming cunt. Finally as she was coming back to normal, she heard, "Maybe you could untie me. As she bent to that task, she noted, "We have some real serious sheet changing, bed making and showering to do. We also going to have to figure how to deal with this situation for when your Father and sister come home. Davids quiet thought to himself was "It might be easier than you think"

Sometimes life is weird and it goes the way that you hope but in a way that you do not expect. That was the conclusion that I had come to at this point of the night. For weeks I had anticipated tonight with excitement, I was going to go to my best friends house and going to a massive party there. I had spent so many nights fantasizing about what would happen at that party. It became a nightly event for me to be sprawled out on my bed and fingering myself imagining the many handsome boys my age. I would fondle and play with my tits imaging that it was the boy I would fuck later at the party. The parties at Hailey’s always went the same, I would hype it up in my mind imaging the boys and how they would make me feel but I would always just be disapointed. These boys did not understand that sex was a mutual feeling, it wasn’t about personal satisfaction, it was about love. Against all odds I finally have been experiencing the highs of sex, not with a drunk selfish guy at Hailey’s parties but, with my younger brother. Tonight has been the best night of my life. I loved every second of being with my horny little brother and the way that he made me feel was unlike anything that I had ever experienced. Wyatt had never even been intimate with a girl, yet all the boys my age should attend a lesson taught by him. I had him all to myself as we were both in a house just the two of us and overcome with love for each other. Not a simple love that families have, or a superficial love like many couples my age had, but a genuine love. A love that I had never experienced until tonight, a love that I never wanted to go back from, now that I had experienced it I never wanted to go back to the nights of disappointment at Hailey’s house. Wyatt and I were both drying off from our sensual shower session and were both coming off of the post orgasm highs. The mirrors in the bathroom were completely steamed up and the air was thick with moisture. Wyatt was drying himself off with his towel running it over his tanned body and making sure he was not missing a spot. I had finished drying myself up and had wrapped a towel around my own body. I was content to just stand there and watch Wyatt dry his naked body, even though he had spent the whole evening like this I still could not get over how sexy he was and I never tired at looking at his body. For once his cock was not rock hard, I guess I had finally depleted it after helping him to cum three times in the last hour. Even though Wyatt was not rock hard it was clear that the love he had for me did not disappear like the steam on the mirrors. We had moved past the point of hormone crazed young lovers who needed to have sex at every waking second, we were more than content to love each other. Our love was no longer dependant on lust for each other fulfilled through sexual activities, though I could never say no to any sexual excitement with Wyatt. Wyatt wrapped a towel around his waist when he finished drying and went to turn the fan off. He turned towards the door and and stretched out his hand to me “M’lady” I let out a loud laugh, Wyatt was trying his best but that was a pretty dorky line, but I did not care. I happily reached out and grabbed his hand as we exited the bathroom and went through our parents room. We walked past his room where half an hour ago I had let Wyatt fuck my tits and cum all over me. We walked down the stairs I had piggybacked him up and sat back on the couch where our love for each other was created. We both sat down on the couch and Wyatt wrapped his arm around me pulling me against his smooth body. I lay my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, savoring this moment where we could just be together, and be in love. “Do you want to know why I have never, um, never done stuff like this with a girl?” I open my eyes and look into Wyatt’s light blue eyes. “You had said that you were scared to mess up, or do something wrong I believe?” “Yes…and that is sort of true, but it was really because I never liked any of the girls in my class. I, um, have always had a crush on you Katie.” “Aww, that is really cool bro.” I say kissing Wyatt’s exposed shoulder that I rested my head on. “I never thought that anything as awesome as this would happen, like even when I was, you know jacking off thinking about you and all that.” Wyatt softly said as he ran his fingers lovingly through my wet hair. “I have spent so long looking for a guy to love me like you have Wyatt, I never thought it would be you…But I am so so happy that it is.” Wyatt’s face lit up in a bright smile hearing me say that. “You deserve to be so loved, you are amazing…I, um hope that I have done that, maybe.” I hated hearing Wyatt so unsure and selling himself short. “Wyatt…No one has or ever will make me feel as loved and special as you have tonight.” “That is awesome, and we haven’t even you know done it yet.” Wyatt emphasized ‘done it’ in a way that a young child would that first learned about sex but was too scared to actually say the word. “After all that we have done together tonight you still aren’t going to say the word sex!?” I say giggling against Wyatt’s shoulder. “Hahaha, yeah I guess I’m kinda not your little innocent brother anymore…” Wyatt cleared his voice and lowered to talk in a ‘sexy’ deep voice. “You and I have yet to endeavor in any fucking yet, will you be my first?” I laugh again, honestly Wyatt’s awkward seduction voice kinda turned me on, not really the voice itself but the idea that he was trying so hard to sound sexy. “You know your first time is a really special moment, are you sure about this?” With any other boy I would have got straight to the fucking but not Wyatt. I wanted to make sure he was ready, not because he was my sensitive little brother but because I loved him and wanted to ensure it was actually him wanting it and not any pressure from me.”. “Am I sure about it!?” Wyatt scoffed “Of course I am! Katie, it would be a dream come true to have you be my first.” Wyatt said shedding his awkward ‘sexy’ voice and speaking in a very loving and genuine voice which I considered far more sexy than the voice he had tried earlier. “I would love to be one the one to take your virginity.” I could not believe this was going to happen, handjobs and blowjobs were one thing, but I was going to take my younger brothers virginity. I was going to be his first. “What was your first time like?” Wyatt asked while wrapping his arm around me. There was no rush for us to get straight to the sex, It was for sure going to happen but for now I was happy to be in Wyatt’s arms. “It was a year ago, at one of Hailey’s parties-” “Wait a year ago!?” Wyatt said interrupting me. “So technically if we have sex tonight I’d lose my virginity before you did!” I playfully push Wyatt, our sibling competitiveness had clearly not disappeared through this night. “Well I did not have an awesome sibling who wanted to have sex with me…right?” Wyatt looks down and giggles “Alright fair point, you are pretty awesome and I am super lucky.” “Anyways as I said I was at Hailey’s house and I had a little bit to drink.” “A little bit?” Wyatt asked skeptically “Maybe more than a little bit” I said breaking into a bit of laughter. “You want me to say the fucking story or are you going to keep interrupting me!?” I say in a very teasing way “S-sorry, I’ll shut up.” Wyatt stammered “So I had a decent amount to drink and I was wanting to have sex really bad, all of my friends were having it and most of the guys at the party were wanting to get me naked anyways.” “I don’t blame them.” Wyatt said under his breath causing me to blush a little bit, I was the luckiest girl in the world. “I knew that Spencer had a huge crush on me, so I walked up to him and his friends, grabbed his hand and took him into one of the rooms upstairs.” “Wait, Spencer.. like Spencer who is the captain of the rugby team?!” Wyatt asked. “Haha yeah, that Spencer.” “Damn! A lot of girls in my class have massive crushes on him, they would be so jealous of you.” “Yeah, so I took him up to the room and locked the door, he definitely knew what was going on and we both fell onto the bed and started making out. Pretty soon he was taking my shirt off and I was so nervous! I had no idea what he would think.” “Anyone who thinks you are not beautiful is stupid…or blind” Wyatt chimed in “Stop being such a flirt!” I laugh, pushing him over on the couch and playfully tickling his bare chest. Wyatt was always extremely ticklish and he started laughing uncontrollably as my hands danced over his naked torso and chest. “K-Katie stop it!” Wyatt said in between laughs as my hands tickled his smooth and developed body. I finished tickling him and pulled him in for a kiss. We both closed our eyes and passionately kissed each other. Wyatt had gotten so much better at kissing as the night went on. This time he was the aggressive one taking charge, soon his tongue was probing and exploring my mouth. His fingers ran through my hair as we kissed on the couch this all started on. After several minutes our kiss broke and we took our places next to each other again. Once again Wyatt wrapped his arm around my and pulled me tightly against him “Go on.” The towel that Wyatt had wrapped around himself now sported an obvious tent in the middle, I guess the kissing and tickling really turned him on. All I could think about was how soon I would be able to get Wyatt’s hard member inside my soaking wet pussy. “Soon Spencer had me naked and he was kissing me all over. He kissed my tits and my stomach then went down to my pussy, I had never felt something like that it was unreal.” Wyatt looked at me with a slightly envious look, the poor boy was jealous that someone else had kissed the tits that he adored. “Don’t worry you did a lot better at that than he did.” I say laying my hand on Wyatt’s chest. “When he was done kissing me my heart was racing! I had only seen a naked guy in porn but then Spencer took of his shirt and I was like, oh my god it is happening.” Wyatt nodded along as I shared, not wanting to interrupt for fear of being tickled again. “Then he took his pants and boxers off and he was completely naked, his dick was so hard” I say laughing. “Ho-how, um, big was his penis?” Wyatt asked. I never understood why guys always compared and competed about who had a bigger cock, if you care that much about another guys cock you are pretty insecure. I moved my hands down to the towel that Wyatt had wrapped around his waist. I pushed the towel down as hard as I could making a very obvious outline of Wyatt’s 6 inch cock. Wyatt moaned as his cock rubbed against the coarse surface of the towel. “Don’t worry…you are bigger.” I whisper into Wyatt’s ear and then kiss his neck. Wyatt bends his neck back and shudders from the kiss. “Ha…nice, I think its still growing as well as I get older.” “Wow, I am a lucky girl.” I say. My pussy is wet with excitement at this point, this story was turning both of us on. Not because my first time was so great, but because Wyatt was so much better and I wanted to make his first time so much better than mine. “I don’t think he knew I was a virgin because he thrusted straight in and it hurt so fucking much.” Wyatt’s face grimaced in a defensive look, if Spencer had been in the room right now I think Wyatt would have punched him in the face. “It felt good soon enough and he kept pumping his dick into me as fast as he could. Then he moaned and cummed and that was that…” “Wait…what? That’s it?” Wyatt said in a sad tone of voice “He didn’t actually make you, um orgasm?” “No…to be honest, no one I’ve had sex with actually had…They would cum so fast and just leave forcing me just to touch myself and try and get an orgasm.” At first I had thought that’s what sex was; all about making sure the guy enjoyed it and then he would cum. For months I actually assumed it was selfish of a girl to want to get off during sex as well. This was the same thing a lot of my friends had experienced, we all have had sex but at the same time we hadn’t. We were just a tool for a guy to cum in. “Is that how it is all the time for you?” Wyatt asked with genuine concern. “Yeah, that’s just what sex is for a lot of guys.” “That is so fucking stupid. Those guys are absolute assholes and don’t deserve to be with someone as fucking amazing as you!” Wyatt said filled with anger. Wyatt’s outburst took me by surprise, I knew that he was different than every guy I have ever been with but this was definitive proof. “You know…as much as it would be my first time, I-I promise I wont just do it to cum and that you will feel just as good as I do, it would um, kinda be your first time?” Wyatt saying that practically turned my pussy into a waterfall, as much as I would be taking his virginity, if he did what he said it would be first time having actual sex and not just being a tool. “Wow, Wyatt that is so sweet of you. I would love for that to happen.” I say looking into his sky blue eyes. At this point Wyatt’s towel had pitched a massive tent and we sat in silence, for both of us what we were talking about was starting to sink in. “This is really going to happen.” Wyatt muttered in disbelief. I gently kiss Wyatt on the cheek and smile. “Come to my room in five minutes, okay?” Wyatt’s face was flush and he slowly nodded. It seemed like he was contemplating if what was happening was truly real or some amazing dream he had been having. I jogged up the stairs and entered the room that this night had started in, only this time I would not be alone on my bed. I had candles around my room that my aunt had gifted me for my birthday. I had never actually used them so they just sat around my room and gathered dust but I guessed that tonight was as good a time as any to use them. If my aunt knew that her gift was going to set the mood for her nephew losing his virginity she surely would have had a stroke. I lit the candles and turned the lights off allowing the room to be filled with a soft candlelight. I thought that it was perfect, it was just bright enough so that we could see each other as we got intimate. I turned around and looked at the clock seeing that it was two minutes until Wyatt was going to come into my room. My heart was racing and my mouth was dry with nerves, I’d had sex many times before but this was going to be so different, it was going to be love. I opened my closet and found the sexiest and skimpiest pieces of lingerie that I had owned. They were always a win with the guys and I was sure that Wyatt would react the same that they did. I quickly made my bed and sprawled onto it completely exposed for my younger brother except for two small pieces of fabric that hid very little of my eagerly awaiting body. Soon right on the five minute mark I heard footsteps quickly running up the stairs and towards my room. He stopped at my door and timidly knocked on the door “Hey, it’s me.” “No shit! Who else would it be but my sexy younger brother, come in here baby.” I don’t know why I had said that in my cheesy seductive voice but I did and I couldn’t take it back, it was still better than Wyatt’s attempt. The door knob turned and I took a deep breath. This was it, this was the night I had waited so long for. The door slowly opened and Wyatt entered still with the towel wrapped around his waist. The candle light made him appear more tanned than he already was and it accented his young pecs and abs. The tent in his towel had gone down as he waited but as soon as he saw me it shot back up to full length almost immediately. “Oh shit! Wow!” Wyatt said as he laid eyes on my exposed body lying sprawled out on my bed. “I should have changed into something a little sexier than a towel.” He joked to himself as his young eyes scanned over my body. The panties I had put on were already soaking wet in anticipation, Wyatt and I locked eyes and what followed was a couple of seconds of silence as we both prepared for what was about to happen. It wasn’t a pause of hesitation but rather it was both of us savoring the moment realizing that nothing between us was ever going to be the same. Wyatt slowly moved towards me and took a deep breath. He moved to the side of the bed and gently placed his hand on my thigh and slid his way down to my wet panties. “Wow, someone is pretty excited.” Wyatt said with his voice laced in heavy sarcasm. I grabbed Wyatt’s hand off of my panties and pulled him towards me. Wyatt yelped and was thrown of balance causing him to fall face first into my tits. Wyatt lifted his head off of my tits and giggled. “Don’t worry, I am also really excited if you hadn’t noticed.” “Oh, I have noticed.” I say drawing Wyatt’s attention to fact that his entire body was on top of mine and his cock was noticeably pressed against my leg. I lifted Wyatt off of my leg and wrapped my legs around him bringing him tightly against my body. Wyatt gasped when his towel covered cock pressed up against my soaked panties. For now there was a bit of cloth between us and Wyatt decided to take advantage of that. He gently started grinding against my raw pussy and the rough surface of the towel was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Wyatt obviously felt that sensation also as he closed his eyes and moaned as the coarse fabric also ran over his rock hard cock. The towel was doing amazing things to both of us and we groaned in unison. Wyatt’s hands reached behind me and tried to unclasp my bra, obviously my virgin brother had never taken a bra off of a girl but he seemed determined to try it out on me. It took him a good minute or so but soon he managed to accomplish his mission as my bra loosened and slid off of my tits. Even though Wyatt had seen my tits all night it was clear that the effect they had on him had not disappeared in the slightest. As his towel covered cock continued to rub over my panties he once again dived face first into my tits, this time it was not my fault but the fault of his hormones. Wyatt wasted no time and soon made it his mission to kiss every part of my tits. My nipples were already erect from the stimulation of Wyatt’s towel but Wyatt’s soft kisses and warm breathes only amplified the feeling of our grinding. As Wyatt kissed my tits I tilted my head forwards and gently kissed the top of his head. My hands gently rubbed and massaged Wyatt’s smooth and muscular back. After a couple of minutes like this Wyatt paused and pulled himself away from me with a focused look. He took a deep breath and laughed “Damn Katie you almost made me cum early!” He took a couple of seconds to compose himself and back off from his impending orgasm. “It’s okay, I don’t want my little brother’s cum inside Mom and Dad’s towel after all, I want it in me.” With that I sat up and placed my hands on Wyatt’s hips gently loosening his towel and helping it to slide off of him. Wyatt’s cock was sticking straight out of his body and was bright red twitching every other second. “I don’t think I have ever been this hard before.” Wyatt said grimacing “It kinda hurts, like I really need to cum.” Wyatt was right his cock was easily the hardest I had ever seen a guys cock to be. It felt like a warm plank of wood when I wrapped my hand around it and it looked to be about a third of an inch bigger than when I first saw it earlier this evening. The candle light was glistening off of the precum on his circumcised head. “So what are you waiting for? Take my panties off.” I say breaking Wyatt out of a daze. Wyatt took a deep breath and nodded, obeying my request and moving his hands down to my side and sliding my wet panties off of my body. “God Katie…I love you so much, thank you.” Wyatt says staring intently at my waiting pussy. “Don’t thank me yet, we are not done yet.” Wyatt was positioned so that his knees were pressed tightly against my ass. His cock was precisely above my pussy, positioned and ready for entry. “Yeah…you’re right…here, um, goes nothing.” Wyatt gently laid me on the bed and crawled over me lowering himself down until for the first time tonight our intimate members touched. The head of Wyatt’s cock was about as wet as my pussy and when his cock brushed over my pussy and made slight contact with it Wyatt’s entire body shook. My pussy lips were wide and exposed, ready to be filled with Wyatt’s manhood. Wyatt grabbed his cock with one hand and and steadied it and guided it close to my waiting pussy. With practically no space between Wyatt’s cock and my pussy, he paused. “I love you Katie.” “I love you too Wyatt.” The head of Wyatt’s cock pressed up against my wet pussy and slowly pushed in. “Is this right?” Wyatt said in between rapid breath. I close my eyes and nod, laying my head back on my pillow and savoring the feeling of my younger brother’s cock entering into my pussy. Wyatt took his time as he slowly pushed his cock deeper and deeper into his first girl. It took time to get his six inch rod all the way into me but we both knew that it would be worth the wait. Wyatt’s thick cock filled my pussy effectively and left very little room in my tight sex. Finally after what seemed like forever I felt the few pubes that Wyatt had make contact with my freshly shaved flesh. I could also feel Wyatt’s tight ball sack make contact with the bottom of my pussy. “Oh god, Katie you are so tight…you feel incredible.” Wyatt said as he positioned himself more comfortably. He leaned forwards so that his hands were right next to my shoulders allowing himself to be elevated over me and make it easier to thrust into my hungry pussy. Having Wyatt’s cock in me was easily the best thing that I had ever felt in my entire life. No toy or cock inside of me had ever made me feel quite like this, I was in ecstasy and Wyatt hadn’t even started thrusting into me yet. Slowly Wyatt started to slide his cock out and prepare for his first thrust into my pussy. His face was a mixture of pure bliss and sheer determination as he focused on bringing me pleasure but also not shooting his load right away. Wyatt’s first deep thrust into my pussy caused me to shriek in pleasure. His circumcised head rubbed tightly against the walls of my pussy as he pushed his cock in as deep as he could go. It was only his first thrust into me and he was already far better than any guy I had ever been with. Most would have already shot their loads at this point. Wyatt pulled back again and this time thrust into me with even more force causing my entire body to shudder and spasm on the bed. All of the muscles in Wyatt’s hot body were tight as he held himself over me and put his everything into ramming his cock into my tight pussy. Wyatt eventually started to work up to a steady rhythm of thrusts. They were not at a rapid pace but intentional, as if he tried to get deeper and deeper into my pussy with every thrust. All I could do was lay back on the bed and be at the mercy of my little brothers cock. I would squirm and writhe on the bed with every thrust as my body would jolt in pleasure. It was as if my body wanted to escape but could not because it was pinned down by Wyatt’s large member. Wyatt’s speed eventually started to increase but the intention and passion that went with every thrust remained. His cock inside of me made my pussy the wettest it had ever been and that allowed his cock to slid in and out free of constraint from my tight pussy. With every thrust our bodies would slap together making a loud sound that echoed into the house. It was so loud I was sure that our neighbors would be able to here the distinctive sound of young love in the house next to them. Wyatt’s balls were pulled up tightly to his body and as he sped up they would hardly even move as they were so tight against him and ready to unleash his load at a moments notice. But we were in no rush, this wasn’t sex for the sake of lust but rather love. Whenever Wyatt’s face would scrunch up and his abs tighten he would slow down to avoid an early orgasm. We both wanted to savor this once in a lifetime moment. Every time that Wyatt slowed down he refused to let me go without pleasure. He would lower his body down so that we were tightly against each other and bring his hand down to my pussy and played with my clit as his cock lay dormant inside of me. Wyatt’s touches would make my pussy tighten against Wyatt’s cock causing both of us to moan from the pleasure we were experiencing. To silence the loud moans as my clit was stimulated Wyatt would kiss me with a deep passion illustrated by our tongues dancing together and exploring each others mouths. Never have I ever experienced the intense pleasure and passion that Wyatt gave me during our first time. Between the kisses, his touching and his massive cock inside of me I was probably the closest to heaven any human had been. Time seemed to melt away as we made love with each other. Every time Wyatt got close he would stop and continue our kisses and his touching of my now sopping pussy. As we continued I could feel the orgasm building with each thrust of Wyatt’s cock. I could tell that this was not going to be like any other orgasm, the feeling I had was of pure pleasure and without even reaching it my body was already shaking. It was clear to me that Wyatt was also getting close as well. His cock had expanded inside of me and felt far tighter than it had at the beginning. After every thrust he would hold his breath and close his eyes as he fought to hold back the cum inside his cock that desperately needed an escape. “Wyatt….I think I’m ready.” I say as I feel my orgasm slowly start to build as Wyatt slowly thrust into me and paused. “Yeah…same. I need to cum so bad.” Wyatt said while trying not to make any sudden movements inside of me. “Is my little brother ready to cum inside his first girl?” “Oh god yes! Is my big sister ready to be filled with all of my cum?” I take a deep breathe and nod, grabbing onto the blanket by my side. “I love you Wy-.” Wyatt interrupts me with a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you too Katie.” Wyatt steadies himself over me and grins with a massive smile as we both prepare for what is about to happen. Wyatt starts to rapidly thrust into me with all the strength and speed he can muster. I am the first of us to yell as my entire body shakes and my back arches. Wyatt lets out a deep groan and then a high pitched yelp as he gives it his all to bring us both to an orgasm. After several more thrusts my entire body practically goes numb as I experienced easily the best thing I had ever experienced in my young life. Wyatt was the first of us to fall as his cock expanded and his head leaned back “Fuck, fuck oh yes! Fuck!” Wyatt screamed as his entire body spasmed and contorted. The feeling of Wyatt’s cum shooting into me was enough to put me over the edge as I screamed out in pleasure and my entire body went limp. Wyatt shot countless ropes of cum into my orgasmic body as we both experienced the most intense orgasms of our young lives. As our orgasms subsided Wyatt flopped down onto me out of utter exhaustion landing face first onto my tits. He was breathing heavier that he would have been after a track meet as he came off his orgasm. “Wow…that was the greatest thing I have ever experienced.” Wyatt’s muffled voice said from in between my tits. I helped Wyatt slide his limp exhausted cock out of me and he rolls over to my side. The room is silent except for the heavy breathing that came from both of us. “Thank you Katie…for everything. You are the best sister any guy could have.” Wyatt says to me in a loving voice. “Thank you for showing me what it is to be loved.” I respond back to my naked lover laying next to me. We both lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Wyatt reaches over and gently grabs my hand. We laid on my bed for hours, content to just be with each other. Nothing between was ever going to be them same. I had just taken my younger brothers virginity and he had brought me to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Gone were the days where we were siblings, now, we are lovers. What started tonight as desire had transformed into something far greater; love. -The End- (Thank you to all who have read and left feedback! This was far more popular than I ever imagined it would be. This will be the end of the ‘Siblings Desire’ series, but keep an eye out because I have plans to return to Katie and Wyatt much later in their journey.)

Part 2: - MORE MOVIE NIGHTS - A few weeks had gone by since Cindy had watched Chloe and me petting on the couch. I still felt guilty (and aroused) about it, but Cindy seemed to be cool. The three of us hadn’t been together on the couch together since that night, but when Cindy was around she was all smiles. I also noticed she often stood closer to me than she had before. I came over after dinner that Saturday to hang out and watch a movie. I have to admit I was excited to see what might happen, but a bit concerned as well. The movie didn’t start for another hour. I was helping Chloe clean up a little downstairs, picking up clothes and such. I pulled out a clean blanket for the couch (lol), and took some dirty dishes up to the kitchen. When I walked back down, Cindy came out of her bedroom already changed for “movie time”. She was wearing that thin white nightshirt. In the bright lights of the family room I could see right through it. My heart skipped a beat... Those perfect petite breasts that I had been masturbating over the last three weeks were clearly visible; her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. I’m pretty sure I could see a small bush hiding as well. .......... was she intentionally flashing for me? Chloe walked out from the laundry room, looked at Cindy, and stopped. In a condescending tone she barked “Really? Go put on some underwear- you can see right through that” Cindy looked to the ceiling, flipped her hands out in exasperation - “jeeze- you’re always telling me what to do... you aren’t my boss” And stormed back into her bedroom. Chloe rolled her eyes, clearly unconcerned that I might be aroused by her little sister. “I have to go up and do the dishes. This won’t take very long”, and ran up the stairs. The moment she hit the top step Cindy came out of her bedroom, walked over to me, and poked a finger in my tummy. I flinched and laughed, stepped back, and looked at her up and down. I could see was still naked under her nightshirt. She turned to go to the laundry room, mumbling “I need to follow Hitler’s orders”... She came back out holding a bra and panties, and twirled them in the air as she walked by me. I watched her bare ass through the nightshirt as she walked back to her room. ............ she is definitely flirting with me Chloe came down and brought me a glass of Coke. “I’m making popcorn too. Do you want anything?” “Thanks- I’m good. Can I help you with the dishes?” She headed back upstairs, “No- I’m supposed do do my chores by myself. I won’t be long” I walked over to the TV to look for the remote, when Cindy snuck up behind me and grabbed my sides and tickled me. I swung around, spilling my Coke a bit. “You little stinker- I’ll get you for that” I set down the glass, bent down and picked up the spilled ice from the floor. I looked at Cindy with a mischievous grin, looked her up and down and held up the ice. Her eyes widened, and she turned and ran towards her bedroom. ....... . I ran after her. She stopped short at her door and turned around- I nearly knocked her over. I grabbed her and started tickling- she squealed a little, but stifled the sound... she was trying to stay quiet. “Are you all properly dressed now?”, I teased. Holding her tight, I reached around and lifted her nightshirt with my left hand (the one holding the ice), and felt around for her panties with my right. I grabbed her ass, then grabbed the ice cube from my left hand and slid my hand down inside the back of her panties, sliding the ice cube down the crack of her tight little butt. She squirmed and stifled a gasp, but didn’t really fight too hard. I pushed the ice all the way down, until I’m pretty sure it was pressing against one of two openings I could think of that were down there. She finally broke free and ran into her room. Chloe yelled down from the top of the stairs “Everything okay down there?” “Yeah, I just tripped over the coffee table and spilled my Coke” I walked upstairs to refill the Coke and grab some paper towels. I hoped Chloe wouldn’t notice the bulge in my pants. “Can you grab the popcorn too? I’m almost finished with the dishes” I brought the stuff downstairs and cleaned up the spilled Coke. Chloe followed shortly and ran into her room to change into her fuzzy nightgown. Cindy came out, this time wrapped in a robe, dimmed the lights, and plopped down on the right end of the couch. I sat down beside her, leaving room to my left for Chloe. I looked over to Cindy and smiled, thinking of that tight round butt I had my hands on moments before. She smiled back. “I’m getting you back for that”, she whispered. The movie had already started when Chloe joined us on the couch. She pulled the blanket over us, and tossed one end towards Cindy. We settled in and watched the movie with little conversation. It was a horror flick, and when things got scary both girls would grab my arms and lean in closer for comfort. .......... I could get used to this They were both snuggled up close to me, and at one point Cindy pulled the blanket up over her shoulder- her left arm under the blanket, her hand landing against my thigh. I wrapped my arms around both of them. The scary movie ended with little fanfare, and we started watching what followed: a rerun thriller that wasn’t all that great. It wasn’t too long before Chloe fell asleep; her breathing changing in that familiar way. Cindy moved a pillow to my lap, curled up on her side and laid her head down on the pillow. I pulled the blanket over her and laid my arm down along her side, my hand falling to her hip. She moved around to get comfortable, and slid her right hand under her head... under the pillow, palm down, right on top of my dick. ........... Whoa- did she mean to do that? Feeling her warm hand on me immediately triggered an erection. I know Cindy could feel every change, and that excited me even more. I moved my right arm under the blanket, resting my hand on Cindy’s hip. Chloe’s breathing had turned into light snoring, a wonderful monitor that she was asleep, unaware of what was going on right in front of her. As my erection grew, I could feel Cindy’s warm hand move and wrap around it... she gave a gentle squeeze and moved her hand around a bit, just to let me know she was completely aware (and completely in control). My dick was still curled down in my pants, and it was getting less comfortable by the minute. My heart was racing. I felt scared... guilty... but aroused like mad. I could feel my heartbeat pounding... and it centered on my groin. Cindy’s hand wrapped around the bulge in my pants. Chloe fast asleep resting on my left shoulder. I reached down and pulled Cindy’s robe open under the blanket. I could feel her nightshirt... I felt her ass through her nightshirt, and I couldn’t feel any panties. .......... .did she take her panties off again? I worked her nightshirt up until I touched bare skin. I moved my hand up and down her thigh, and over her butt as well. No panties. I reached down to feel her stomach, and ran into her left arm, which was stuffed down between her legs. The muscles in her arm were twitching... she was rubbing herself. I brought my hand up to her chest, briefly feeling her nipple brush against me through the fabric, then back to her naked thigh. She continued to lightly squeeze me and move her hand all over my uncomfortable erection under the pillow. She was breathing more rapidly and her body started squirming around ever so slightly. I slowly slid my hand further up her thigh to her hip and reached over to feel her naked butt. I stretched down around as far as I could go but my fingers couldn’t reach where I wanted. I squeezed her ass and pulled her towards me, then worked my fingers down, pulling her cheeks apart. Reaching the crack of her ass, I stretched and moved my fingers forward until I could feel the edge of her butthole. I could also feel the movement from her fingers rubbing her pussy, which was getting more and more vigorous. I pulled her butt further apart and pressed my finger against her ass, when I could feel she was about to cum. The muscles in her ass tightened, and her entire body quivered as she climaxed. Her hand gripped hard on my erection as she rode the wave through... she then fell limp. Chloe was fast asleep on my left, still snoring into my shoulder. I relaxed my grip on Cindy’s ass, pulled her robe closed, and brought my arm up to her side. I gently stroked her hair, and rubbed her shoulder. My erection slowly subsided. ......... .It didn’t take very long before she was fast asleep, joining her sister. The short movie had ended some time ago, but no one noticed. It was really pretty late now. I moved Chloe back, gently raised Cindy’s head, and slipped out from underneath her. Trying not to wake her, I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom, laid her down on her bed and pulled up her covers. I pulled Chloe up from the couch and helped her into her bed, tucked her in, kissed her goodnight. I put a few things away and snuck out the side door. I realized Cindy wasn’t going to be telling her sister, or her parents, about anything, but I was still scared. I drove home in a fearful, excited, euphoric state. ............ where does this go from here? Next: Part 3 - Truth Or Dare -

Jill beamed. He turned to me. "Mr. McLoughlin, you did an excellent job as well. I'll call you the next time I need an engineer." "As long as the State's not involved. I learned my lesson this time. These enforced separations are no fun at all." "Well, I can tell you what I did when I caught the prettiest girl in town looking at me the way Ms. Williams looks at you. That was thirty five years, three kids, and a bunch of grandkids ago. You need to sort this out for yourselves, though." He put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me with him as he turned to go, speaking quietly. "You've got quite a left hook, son. I would have done the same thing, but don't make a habit of it, OK?" He slapped me on the back and walked off without waiting for a response. Jill shook her head and slid her hand into mine. "My knight errant rides again. I should probably be mad at you for punching that creep over me, but somehow I'm not feeling it." "He must be one of those ones you refused to go out with." "How did you know?" "Recognized the type. What a loser. Anyway, can I take you to dinner?" "I need to go unload all my trial materials at the office. How about I bring dinner to your place when I'm done?" "Sure. Pack a bag and bring a nice dress or two. We're going away for the weekend." "Where?" "It's a surprise." Jill couldn't stop yawning over dinner, and wandered off toward the back of my house soon after. She was sound asleep in my bed when I went to look for her. I did my chores and eventually crawled in with her, and she curled up to me without waking up. The trial had really worn her out. I woke her up early the next morning. She smiled and kissed me. "I almost forgot how much I like waking up with you. Last night wasn't what I had planned, though." "Same here, but at least you're back where you belong." She kissed me again, and things started warming up quick. I had to stop way too early. "As much as I'd like to spend the morning in bed with you, we've got a plane to catch." Her eyes widened. "A plane? What are you up to?" "Get dressed and you'll find out." She quickly showered and dressed and I drove her down to the harbor. "A float plane? Ben, what is this?" "Hurry up and jump aboard." We found our seats with a handful of other people in the plane. The pilot turned to speak instead of using a loudspeaker. "Welcome to the regular Victoria shuttle. I'm your pilot..." and on through the standard safety lecture. "Victoria? I've never been there." "You're going to love it. Relax and enjoy the flight." Victoria is the most beautiful city in what, in my opinion, is the most beautiful place in the world. It sits on the south tip of Vancouver Island just across the water from the northwest corner of the continental United States, and most of it hasn't changed much since about 1900. The plane landed on the harbor right in front of our destination. "The Empress? My God, Ben, I've heard so much about this!" The Empress Hotel is a gorgeous pile of brick that was built by the Canadian Pacific Railroad around 1908. It was a favorite of the British royal family back when Canada was part of the British Empire, and when you walk in you think you're back in the days of the Empire. The interior has been carefully maintained exactly as it was built. "My mother used to tell me stories about afternoon tea here when I was a little girl!" "We have reservations for tea this afternoon. Let's find our room, get unpacked, and figure out what to do next." "Ben, are you crazy? What is this costing you?" "What's the point of working hard if I can't spoil my girl once in a while? Don't worry about it." We spent a good part of the day wandering around the formal English gardens that surrounded the harbor area before heading back for afternoon tea. In my totally unbiased opinion, Jill was by far the most beautiful girl in the room in her flowery summer dress. From the looks she kept getting, most of the men in the room thought the same. Toward the end of tea, I reached for her hand. "Jill, I really hated being separated from you these last few weeks. The only positive part is that it made me realize how much I love you, and that I never want to be separated from you again. I need to do something I should have done long ago." I pulled a small box out of the pocket of my suit jacket. "Jill, I want us to be together forever. Will you marry me?" She didn't hesitate. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I somehow got the ring on her finger with trembling hands, and a bottle of champagne appeared from nowhere. Late that night, in our room, Jill was studying her left hand as it rested on my bare chest. She had hardly been able to keep her eyes off it during the brief periods we weren't otherwise occupied. "Where did you find such a lovely ring?" "I had Kim pick it out. She's been pushing me to do this for a long time. If you don't like it, though, we can exchange it for something else." "I can't imagine loving anything more. Except you, of course." A year later she wandered into my home office, holding an open file. She had her hair pulled back, reading glasses on and a pen behind her ear. "Hey, Ben, what's an Atterberg limit?" "Have we talked about my consulting fee?" She walked over to my easy chair and put a hand on either arm, making sure I got a good look down my old button down shirt past her gently swinging breasts to the bright red silk thong that was the only other thing she had on. "I'm sure I can think of something you'll like as soon as I finish this project." "Sounds like an offer I can't refuse. Just don't forget." She perched on the arm of my chair and ran her fingers through my hair, sending chills down my spine. "Why do you think I'm absent minded?" "You wouldn't be here if you hadn't left your cell phone in my truck the first time we met." "Good Lord, I've married the village idiot! You still think that was an accident?" "It wasn't?" She kissed me, and I pulled her down into my lap. "I was rescued by a brave, kind, handsome knight errant who wasn't trying to get my phone number. Sometimes a damsel in distress has to be her own fairy godmother." "I sure wanted to see you again, but it seemed like a dirty trick to hit on you under the circumstances." "I probably would have blown you off if you had. The fact that you were too decent to try made me decide to give you a reason to call me." "You've been one step ahead of me this whole time, haven't you?" "I still am, big guy, and don't you forget it." She curled up in my lap, flipped her file open, and settled her glasses in place. "Now help me finish this stupid project so I can remind you why I'm worth it." And she is.

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK - part 6 & 7 by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 6: Harry's mom arrives with a story to tell The memories, of the last things she remembered, replayed in her head, like a flashback in a 'B' movie. “I love you, Mandy!” cried her son, Jack. The first time he had called her by her first name, when they had made love. “Oh, yess! I love you too, Jack. I love you too, lover!” She said. And then they once more drifted off. Their dreams were lovely, as they cuddled together, on Jack's bed. They slept late, not waking until there was a loud knocking at the door. Mandy at first thought it was a dream. But it came again. Then once more – the person was not going away. 'Who the hell could it be?' Mandy wondered as she staggered to her bedroom, grabbed her robe, and stumbled to the front door. She looked at the clock on the way. 'Jeez! It was almost eleven!' She and Jack had slept quite late. Harry, her husband, wasn't due until the afternoon. The knock came again. She opened the door, expecting a neighbor wanting to borrow something. But who was standing there, shocked her awake. It was Libby, Harry's mother. What she said, instead of, “Sorry to surprise you, dear.” was like a nightmare instead. Libby looked her up and down, then right in the eye, and said, “You have been fucking Jack, haven't you Mandy!” Then before she could respond, Jack walked into the living room, still nude. “Oh! Hi Grandma!” he exclaimed. Mandy, felt faint, her knees wobbled. Jack seeing her begin to sway, rushed to her side, and helped her to the sofa. Their clothes from last night were strewn on the floor. Libby walked in, shutting the door as she did, and sat down across from her. Concern showed on her face. “Jack, go and get us some coffee, please. Make it quick.” “Mother Libby . . .” Mandy was at a loss, as to what to say. The evidence of their sins, was clearly all around. And what was Jack doing, naked in front of his grandmother? “Sorry to surprise you, dear.” Libby said. “Didn't Jack mention that I called yesterday, and said I might drop by today? Clearly not. He ought to be more thoughtful for his poor mother. Especially now that you two have been screwing around. Don't worry, Harry told me all about it. I didn't believe it hardly, until I talked to Jack, yesterday on the phone. That's when I told him, that I likely would be coming up to pay a visit. I wasn't sure of the time. But I wanted to speak to you before Harry got back. I have to beg your apology, you see.” Jack came back, still without a stitch, but with two mugs of coffee, steaming. “I used instant, and nuked it. But it's a fancy brand. Cream, I remembered for you, Grandma. Black for you, mom.” Libby accepted a mug, and got a good gander at Jack's genitals. “Jack,” she said, matter of factly, “don't be rude, or are you just showing off? Be a dear, and go to your room, let your mother and I chat a bit. Put some clothes on, for heaven's sake. Just cause I know your secret, doesn't mean that I want to see your equipment. Well . . . maybe later. Now be a good boy and skedaddle.” When Jack had left, she continued. “Harry came to see me yesterday morning. He told me he had a confession. I wasn't shocked. I had long known he had a thing for mommy. But I wasn't going to go there, especially while his dad was alive. Nor did I wish to have anything to do with such shenanigans, since he was married to such a wonderful girl as yourself, Mandy. I didn't want to let his fantasies turn into a nightmare. As I expected they would, if you ever found out. Nor, would I ever want to hurt you that way, dear.” “But when Harry confessed, I told him as much. Then he told me the whole story of what had been going on lately, here. At first, I didn't believe it. I called his bluff, so to speak, and phoned here to get the truth. Jack answered. I asked cautiously, if anything unusual had been going on in the home, as of the last several weeks. Jack guessed then, that Harry had come to see me. When I confirmed that his father was there with me, he opened up about the video, and the general gist of things. After that conversation, Harry and I talked a great deal more before I consented to . . Well, that's what I have to ask your forgiveness for. It's been quite a while, and I'm afraid, I gave into temptation with my son as well!” Mandy was not getting her mind around the whole thing yet. The coffee was helping, but still it was a lot to take in, all at once. “You, . . and Harry?” “Yes, dear. I was still reluctant, even though I had the complete details, and Jack's confirmation of, well, the . . . the uh . . new dynamics taking place in your household. Harry told me that when he got to see you and Jack, doing the . . having each other completely, that he realized that he really had to try to have . . relations with me. He evidently, had planned to approach me earlier, since he phone to tell me he'd be dropping by on Saturday. That he had something special he wanted to share with me. I never dreamed it would be sex. Not at my age.” Mandy studied her mother-in-law. Petite, with a still handsome figure. Her face was lined, but she was only . . ? “Sixty-five” Said the elder woman, as if reading her mind. “Libby, I hope I look as good as you when I get . . to that point.” “Thank you dear, it's just genetics, my mother was of the same good stock. She called us minxes. But that was a private joke, as we both were rather wild in our youth. I rather think, perhaps Jack has that side of the family. Anyway, back to Harry's bold plan. So he arrives, and makes this big confession, about he has been horny for me all his life, and what it has recently led to. The three of you mixing and matching in bed, so to speak. After I confirmed that outlandish story with Jack, we continued to talk.” “He wanted to get me to bed. I was reluctant to do so, without your permission. I mean, I have been widowed for five years. It's been even longer since I had sex, since Harry's dad wasn't up to it, the last couple years when he had been ill, and impotent. Harry has always been able to charm me into getting his way. It's not as if he isn't a handsome devil. Takes after his dad, and Jack's part of that linage as well. They all three look like the Lord saved the mold, and Jack could almost be his grandpa at that age.” “Harry said he understood. But perhaps he could just give me a back-rub, and then take me out to dinner afterward. I used to love back-rubs. I mean, I still do, but there is nobody around to give me one. Unless I pay a masseuse, at the seniors health club I go to. So I felt that was a compromise, for the moment. Harry went and got the talc, and some towels. He had me lay down on the bed. I was just in my bra and panties, but Harry had seen me in that outfit for years. We were never overly modest, in our home.” Mandy interrupted. “Libby, do you need more coffee?” “Actually, would you have some sherry? I know it's a bit early, but this caffeine is not doing anything but jangling my nerves. Or brandy, even better.” Mandy went and poured two large brandies, in snifters and they sat together on the couch, as Libby continued. So there I am, in my underwear, and Harry starts to work on my shoulders. Mind you, I had no intention of anything but to get some relief for my old bones. He works down to my strap on my back, bypasses that, then makes great things happen to the small of my back. I'm in heaven, and half asleep, I'm so relaxed. He moves to my feet, and starts to work up from my toes. He's is so good with toes.” “Yeah, Harry's good with toes alright!” Mandy nodded in agreement. “Then my soles, he has an amazing touch, like he just knows where the aches are, and what you need to make them go away.” Mandy was nodding, she remembered how Harry had always had a special way, of making the most from his hands, on her sore muscles. “Then the calves, and the back of the knees. I was completely disarmed, and rather in some la-la-land, by then. So when his fingers went to the inner thighs, I had no idea that he was doing anything untoward. Then back up over my hips to the small of the back, and worked the sides, as well as the shoulder blades. I hardly knew when he undid the strap, but then these long strokes up and down the full length of my back, were just what the doctor ordered.” “As his hands went up, they slid along the sides, and touched just ever so lightly the pout of my breast. It felt perfectly natural by then, for his hands to be moving that way. I thought nothing of it, at the time. Then he worked at the small of my back again, but pulled down the top of the panties to get at the muscles with a deep massaging. Before I considered that becoming perhaps a little naughty, he worked his way down my thighs, on the outside, all the way to my feet, then up again, but now on the inside and higher. This is a very nice brandy, Mandy.” Mandy poured her some more. She was fascinated by the tale of her husband, and his obvious seduction of his mother. Who would have guessed? Well, maybe she might have, considering the recent confessions and events in the family. “Well, some time about there, Harry got out of his shirt and pants, saying he was getting a little warm and he wanted to keep the clothes fresh for going out to dinner, as he hadn't brought a change with him. I was so relaxed, I just murmured 'Okay'; then his hands were back, making that magic tingling over my body. Things kind of blended and blurred for a while. His hands were along the side of my body, up on my thighs, on my bottom. I realized that somehow my panties had gotten all the way down to the base of my ass-cheeks, they were binding a little, so I said okay, when he asked if I wanted them off.” “At the same time he got rid of the bra, out from under me. So, without actually making a direct decision to, I was then naked. He was still rubbing me all over, but now I was starting to get turned on. I was wondering if he planned to seduce me, when I felt his fingers brush my pubic hair, and I went instantly damp. By then I was hoping he was going to seduce me. His hands came up, and cupped the bulge of my breasts, which squashed out the sides. I raised up, and they went seeking the nipples, which were stiff. He found them no trouble, and tweaked them, then rolled them. I spread my thighs, involuntarily. I was getting hot, it had been seven years, and I'm only human.” “I understand, Libby. You couldn't help yourself.” “I could have, but I didn't want to. You and Harry and Jack, were all having fun. I wanted to, as well. If I couldn't help myself, then Harry would owe you the apology. But I wanted in on the action. I raised my bottom, and felt my son's hard thing jutting in his boxers. Harry knew that his moment with momma had arrived. He pulled and kicked off the shorts. Then I felt his dick on my bare skin, right between the cheeks. I was practically dripping. My tits were aching for his hands, and my vagina had never felt so empty, and in need of a man. We didn't have to say a word, it was understood what was going to happen. Then Harry was on his knees, he pulled my ass high, and took me. His hands grasped my tits, then went back to my hips.” Mandy was mesmerized by the erotic narrative, of her husband ravishing his mother. “My son, he stabbed that big prick into his mother's red, raw middle without a how-do-you-do, and went to town. He banged my hole to beat the band. I stared cumming about the third stoke, and I couldn't stop for several minutes after. Just when I though I couldn't spasm anymore, he would try another angle, or another rhythm, and I would peak again. I had to finally beg him to let me catch my breath. My nipples were too sensitive from rubbing on the sheets. It was more than enough.” “But once I rolled over, and cooled off a little, he got between my legs, and this time, he came too, that last screw! He was even bigger, and deeper fucking me that way. I really got to feel the full girth, and length of his big cock. So Mandy, I apologize, for not checking with you first, as I had intended to do. To ask if it was alright, if we had your permission, for Harry and I to make love. But you know how it is with the Kincaid men, once they get their hands on you, it's tough to resist.” “It's fine, Libby. I just wish that Harry had let me know what his plans were. I would have been glad to allow that particular indiscretion on his part, to be permitted. Since it was all in the family, so to speak. How did you like having your son fuck you?” “It was terrific, he had such passion, and lasted so very long. Like he wanted to make it go on forever. I was so turned on by the sin, though of course, it wasn't so naughty as it would have been ten or twenty years ago. Back then, I certainly would have said no. But of course it's different for you and Jack, with him a grown young man, and Harry wanting to see you two screwing, and all. How . . is he, Jack I mean, in bed that is? Like Harry?” “No, it's different, Harry is a great lover, and I really enjoy making love with him. But as you said, there is something that has a . . spice all to its own, about fucking your own son.” “I . . wonder . . what it's like with a . . grandson?” Mandy laughed, at Libby's shy suggestion. “Well, why don't you tell me, when you do. I bet that Jack would be willing to make it with his grandma, he is such a horny little demon.” “Like father like son? Wanting to fuck their mothers, and any female in the family?” “Why don't we get him out here, and see.” said Mandy, with a twinkle in her eye. “JACK! Grandma has a question. Come out to the living room.” Jack came out, he had an old tee-shirt and a pair of sports shorts on, but was barefoot. “Grandma, did you and dad do it?” Libby reached out, and felt for Jack's dick, she found it easily. “What do you think, you little motherfucker?” She stroke her grandson's meat. “I think that you had a good time with my father, who is now a motherfucker too!” Mandy pulled his pants down, and as she suspected, from watching Libby's manipulation, there was no underwear on her son. She reached up, and pulled off his shirt, he bent to make it easier to strip off. Then he was once more displaying his proud prick before the two women. Nude, he was like a Greek statue. Libby put her mouth on his cock, and sucked. Mandy looked up from the couch and said, “Grandma wants to know how good in bed you are. I told her she ought to find out for herself. How does that sound to you, sweety?” Libby lifted her head, and looked at Jack. “Will you be you be my Honey-Grand-Sonny? You want to give me a try?” “Yeah, grandma, I wouldn't mind . . . if it's alright with mom . . and dad.” Jack thoughtfully allowed that his folks ought to be part of the decision-making process, though he was sure what the outcome would be, all things considered. Just then, Harry walked in the side door to the kitchen. Mandy looked up and called out, “Darling, we're in the living room.” Harry walked in on his son naked, before the two women he loved most, and began to laugh. “Not now, son, I want to take us all out for a big Sunday dinner. I think tonight we will need all the energy we can pack away. Mandy, I promised mom a dinner last night, but we . . went to bed early. I was up at six yesterday, to make the trip down to her house. I just sort of collapsed after giving her a rub down.” “Rubbed her down, felt her up, made her feel good inside and out, and all over; is what I heard, you romantic motherfucker, you!” “Uh, yeah,” Harry laughed again at his new status. “How did you and . . motherfucker-junior do?” “Oh! We had a dinner-date too. But we ate before we messed around and had our fun. We stayed up late. Libby, had to pound on the door for a long time to wake us. But I haven't eaten any breakfast, yet, I doubt Jack has either, and Libby had two brandies already. I think Sunday dinner, sounds like just the ticket!” “So Okay! Let's have a blow out, at that new fancy new place that opened up. I've been meaning to take you there anyway. Mom will be staying for a couple of days at least, in the guest bedroom. Libby, I'll bring your suitcase in, and your garment bag. We'll make this a terrific family reunion. I'll call in tomorrow, I'm owed a day off at least, since I closed that big deal last week.” Harry had hardly been happier, than Mandy had ever seen him, his face beamed. She felt glad that he was back, she had missed him, even though the time with Jack had been wonderful. This evening was going to prove interesting. She wondered, just who was going to wind up sleeping where, and with whom. The Kincaid family kink was going to become an even naughtier knot, with this new twist! Part 7: The kink becomes a naughty knot; conclusion The restaurant that Harry had made reservations at was situated in a luxury hotel in downtown. All of them quite liked seafood and that became the theme of the meal. Clams for appetizers, with the small talk touching upon the symbolic and reputed aphrodisiacal properties of the food. Harry had a rainbow trout, Jack opted for salmon as always. Mandy decided that she wanted lobster claws and Libby followed suit. The champagne flowed as several bottles of the establishment's finest were uncorked. Dessert was chocolate and cinnamon mousse, with a snifter of Grand Marnier all around the table of the four. As they were rising from the table, Harry revealed another surprise. Being a thorough planner, he had made reservations for a suite of rooms in the hotel itself. They would not need to go back home this evening. So much the better, thought Mandy, as none were quite sober, so no driving while inebriated was necessary. A thoughtful son, was Libby's conclusion, since that would provide a quicker retiring to the activities which would be family playtime of passionate engagements. She lustily anticipated the entwining entanglements and erotic entertainment for all four of the Kincaids; father/son/husband, mother/mother-in-law/grandmother, daughter-in-law/mother/wife, son/grandson/original instigator of the family's kinky fun. When Jack saw the accommodations he understood the potential dynamics instantly, and admired his dad's inspiration in making the reservations there. The suite had a combination dining / parlor area with both table and chairs for meals, it included a wet bar. On the other side there was a couch, two easy chairs, TV - DVD - stereo setup; a door led to a half bath off that side. Then the large bedroom was furnished with two king-size beds, and big walk-in closet, and a plush bathroom with a huge jacuzzi, shower and even a bidet. Harry tipped the bellman generously and said that their luggage would be sent up later. He grinned at his family as he went to the bar and offered to serve drinks, "I suppose that it might seem curious that we arrived without a suitcase, but clothing is likely unnecessary, considering what I predict about our expected agenda!" This got a chuckle from the other three. Libby had a sherry, Mandy a brandy, Jack a Heineken, and poppa popped a split of bubbly and drank from the bottle like it was beer. They settled on to the sofa and cushy seats, Jack used the remote to bring up some mellow music. After a little chatting about how wonderful the meal had been, Harry asked his mother if she would like to dance. Jack followed his father's lead and stretched a hand to his mom Mandy and the two couples swayed to an old time standard, with a slow and romantic beat. Then as they glide close to each other, in an unspoken moment, but done by some mutually recognized cue, they switch partners, Harry with his wife now cut the rug and Libby with her grandson tripped the light fantastic. The married couple kissed and wrapped their arms around each other, obviously very much in love and lust still, though the events of recent days might have undone less liberated pairs. Jack and his grandmother were tightly clenched as well. Their legs were such that their thighs mashed against each other's crotch, Jack's erection obviously evident and his pressure was making her wet. He kissed Libby, Harry was Frenching Mandy. They exchanged dance companions once more and by the time the music ended it was almost a standing make out session for the foursome. Harry headed toward the bedroom hand in hand with his sprightly and still spry mater, scion and his paramour close behind. As they crossed the broad boudoir, Libby led the way to the over-sized closet and all the Kincaids wound up in there undressing, though they helped one another to get pared down to their birthdays suits, the garments hung with less care as the frolic got a bit rambunctious with pricks poking butts and tits tempting lips and fingers groping crotches and grasping cocks, even a goose or two was given. It was almost a free for all foreplay on their feet, as giggles and chuckles and squeaks, shrieks and squeals were emitted from the rollicking family. They nearly tumbled out of the confines on to the nearer of the expansive mattresses, altogether, where in a tangle of limbs and hunching torsos and kissing faces they provided affectionate proof to each of the amorous mood by touching and orally stimulating every and any erogenous zone on one another. Even Mandy to Libby, and Jack to Harry; inhibitions were swept away by the heat of the fire in their loins. All the caresses and kisses they shares were living demonstrations of their love and abiding lust for this sort of sordid swinging incestuous soiree they were engaging, a carnal and consanguine lusty lineage. Then Mandy said in a clear voice, "Harry, you got to watch Jack and I doing it. Ever since Libby told me about your seduction, I pictured the two of you. Right now I want to get an actual live view of my husband having his mother. Making her feel as heavenly and horny as I get when Jack balls me. Show us the true motherfucker you are, don't be shy, bang her your best, Babe!" "Not on these stiff bedspreads!" exclaimed Libby and the family made short work of stripping the beds down to the sheets. Then Harry manipulated his parent to be on her hands and knees, facing away from the other bed, so that Jack and his mom could sit on the opposite mat and view the doggie-action from a 'behind-the-scenes' perspective. Mandy could see that her mother-in-law was indeed a bit hirsute in the privates, as hubby Harry hammered at her center with his own furry bushed woody. The pornographic display was too erotic for her to endure without a healthy helping of hard dick from the son who sat beside her. Motioning that that they also ought to join the orgy in similar fashion they assumed the same position observing son and mother as grandson and his own mother made the same movements in mimic of the other's coupling. Soon Libby turned her head back and saw the younger man pounding the pud of his live-in lover. She said, "Look!" to Harry. He turned also to see his wife and son engaged similarly. "I got to get a closer gander at them gonads going at it!" Libby declared and they disconnected to come round the far side of the other bed and gained a good look at the pair, son sawing into his mother with unabashed enthusiasm. The hell of a humping Jack was pumping to Mandy soon had his dad's dong long again and Harry pushed Libby up on the bed to resume their boffing again. Now both couples were on the same bed, like a horse race, neck and neck - in fact Mandy turned to Libby and started necking with her, Frenching her and reaching over to tweak a nipple. Then Libby returned the physical pleasuring. Jack looked over at Harry and spoke one word that finally tied the family kink into the knot it was twisting and turning and the complex turn-on it was turning out to be, a twaining of the double duo, a quad tandem tangle of epic Oedipal proportions, passions past the point of no return in a fevered forever the filial fucking of female parental paramours. Harry heard his son speak and obeyed with joy and vigor. Mandy's ears absorbed the sound but in so hot a heated moment it didn't register, until the gents, the ladies jockeys in the pony sporting of the dueling doggie position jointly moved. Libby did too, but she anticipated the moment, so when her grandson said, "Switch!", she was gleefully in favor of the outcome, as the two men exchange partners, as on the dance floor - now on the platform of love. In a few seconds she felt the slimmer longer penis of her child's child enter her body, and she laughed at the sheer salacious rapture that thrilled through her body, radiating out from her vagina like a burst of light, flaring a flushed rush of blood surging in her veins. Mandy reacted with renewed energy to the sensation of her husband's stout stalk spreading her cunt with its randy bulk. It felt terrific to have him back inside her, proving his love and desire again for the woman he had married. It both reassured her of his fidelity (abet, within the family circle) and created that same magic that had been theirs at the earliest, lately reasserted through the incestuous interest of their prurient offspring, reinvigorating and revitalizing their sex lives. Said same son was banging his grandma as heartily as he had fucked Mandy, and his mother loved her son for his brave and lewd audacious desires which had given his dad the lecherous courage to turn his lust for Libby into this licentious family orgy. They were all liberated now to allow their lust to be unbridled, uninhibited and unrestrained by any conventions of society's ideas of propriety. Libby turned around to have her Honey-Grand-Sonny get on top of her to be face to face, nipple to nipple, missionary method in sinful coitus, hips bumping, crotchs slapping, smack-dabbing, lips smooching, plain old-fashion fucking. Mandy and Harry followed suit. The bed rocked with the synchronized ramming of the raunchy family. It was a sturdy structure however, and hardly groaned in its joints from the punishment that the double drubbing upon it produced. But the same could not be said of the four screwing on the sheets. They were now moaning and making all sorts of verbal cues to the approaching paroxysms. It was going to be multi-orgasmic-orgiastical fantastic, simultaneous, full frenzied cascade of Kincaid climaxes; the calls and cries signaled the dramatic cums of each, as the timing swept up the dynasty of swingers in their wanton wild kinked-up cums. Then the cataclysm of orgasms crested with a crescendo of copulation. Jism flowed, quims gushed, contractions clenched and spasms throbbed; the fulfillment of every physical manifestation of rapture erupted and washed over the four fuckers. Libby felt the thrusting of Jack to her deepest inner self, right to the cervix and the throbbing of his pulsing penis produced exquisite ecstasy in her entire being. Jack felt the spewing of his semen down to the very root of his dick, the flow of his seed spurting in hot geyser flows, wishing that his grandmother was not past childbearing age, what a thrill if he could have impregnated her! Harry was nearly delirious with the pleasure and joy of the moment, to be fucking his beloved wife, who had fucked their son before his eyes, to have made love to his own mom, and now his son share that bond too. It was beyond any fantasy, more than a dream cum true and the reality of their family finally united in licentious carnal union was an overwhelming exaltation. Mandy Kincaid was pleased with how her husband Harry was fucking her. It was hot and heavy, hard and sweaty and she cumming so hard she actually about fainted. Her brain was filled with the electrical storm of sexual pleasure as her husband blasted into her. Her son, her other lover was making his grandmother peak and she knew that the blessing of his semen presently spilling in Libby's womb was a delightful squirting she would soon experience again. This was a paradise she could hardly have conceived of a few weeks ago, when the guys returned from their trip. But it was so, and the wild family kink the Kincaid kin carried secretly had been brought to light as that fire of fuck-lust flared to roaring arousal. She had caught alight from the burning lust of her two men, and its flame had spread to Libby too. Now they were engaged in a menage that put any Gordian convolutions of a lover's knot to shame. Not that she felt any shame or regrets, rather she was exhilarated that these things had come to pass, but she knew that these cums would not become passive but grow ever more passionate, and thrive amidst the deep love her family had for each other. There would be plenty of sex for all from now on. Where just a pair could become complacent in their lovemaking, the dynamics of this mix made for a renewing zest and revitalizing zeal that would forever be a fresh and fun family fucking folic, and their Kincaid kink could be counted on to kick their sex lives into high gear until kinkdom kum!!

When I look back on it, I would have to say that my mother and father, as much as I love them, were not the most responsible parents in the world. For a start, they went out drinking a lot when we were kids, and my mum worked shift work as well, so as kids we spent a lot of time at home on our own. There were three kids in my family, and I was the middle child. You know, the one they always say is the forgotten one, although I don’t know how true that is, because I think I got on okay. I had a sister, Gail, who was just over a year older than me, and then there was a big gap between me and my little brother, Stevie, who wasn’t born until I was six. We lived in a big, old house, a few miles from town. When I say big, I mean enormous. The place had originally been a farmhouse, and had been added onto and remodelled over the years, but at some point, the city council had acquired it, and I think they were waiting for the urban sprawl to reach that far out so they could make a killing on developing the land. In the meantime, when I was six years old, my dad got the house, and an acre of land to go with it, for a fairly cheap price, and we moved there. The house wasn’t really in bad condition, but it just needed a lot of TLC, so over the next few years, my dad spent a lot of time painting and doing some carpentry, so it was quite comfortable after a while. The big advantage of living out where we did was that there were no close neighbours, so we could pretty much do whatever we wanted. Plus, the house was so big that no one ever got under anyone else’s feet. The rooms were big, the ceilings were high, and there were literally more rooms than we could use, plus there was a self-contained granny flat around at the side. We used the granny flat to store some old stuff, and there was a double bed in there, and a few other things, although for some reason, the electricity didn’t work in the flat, because it was on a separate circuit from the house, and it was switched off. When my sister, Gail, was eighteen years old, and in her last year of high school, her two best friends were Lisa and Ashley. She met them in her first year, and they stayed the best of friends all though school. Both of them were lookers. Lisa was small, pretty and petite, standing around five feet four, with a curvy figure, a medium complexion, an oval shaped face, with brown eyes, and dark brown hair that she wore long, and parted in the middle. Then, there was Ashley. To me as a teenage boy, Ashley was one of the sexiest things on two legs. She was around five feet six, with a slim but curvy figure, perky tits, a naturally tanned complexion, soft brown eyes, and long, wavy brown hair that framed a very pretty face. Her legs were long and shapely, and in summer time, she often used to wear cut off denim shorts that showed that she also had a great backside as well. I’ll be honest here, more than once I masturbated to thoughts of both Lisa and Ashley, and when I was sixteen, I read in a porn magazine about two girls and a guy having a threesome. After that, I even fantasized occasionally about having a threesome with Lisa and Ashley together. I wasn’t totally na? about sex at that age, but I was still a virgin. There was a girl the same age as me, called Judy, whose parents owned a property that backed onto our place, and we used to hang out together a bit, from time to time. Judy always seemed to know more about sex than me when we were kids, and she would tell dirty jokes or recite rhymes about sex that sometimes went over my head, but even so, when we were teenagers, she let me kiss her occasionally, when the mood took her. She even let me reach inside her panties and touch her on her pussy one day, and a few weeks later, she let me finger her inside her pussy, but it never occurred to me to try to have sex with her, so we never did. The thing was that I was very awkward with most girls back then, and it almost seemed that the prettier they were, the more awkward I was. Judy was fairly good-looking, but I guess the main reason I got on so well with her, and my nerves weren’t a problem, was that we had known each other for a long time, and she was pretty forward when I think about it. Gail and I normally got on pretty well together as a brother and sister, but when her friends were around, she used to behave as though I was some kind of pesky nuisance kid brother, and I was not always welcome at her get-togethers with her school friends when they came to our place. It didn’t bother me much, but sometimes I would hang around trying to get a look at Ashley or Lisa, especially in summer, when they would wear their bikinis and splash around in our aboveground pool. The big attraction of our place, to most of Gail’s friends, was the fact that it was out of the way, and our parents weren’t always around, so they could get away with stuff they wouldn’t get away with in town, so it was pretty common for Gail to have friends over, apart from Lisa and Ashley. Usually, when this happened, I would find something to do in another part of the house. After all, there was plenty of room. By the time Gail was in her last year of high school, she had a boyfriend called Pete, who was in the same year as she was at school. Ashley had a boyfriend as well, and his name was Matty. He was an apprentice electrician, so he had a job and an income, which made him pretty popular. Lisa was a bit of a party girl, and she didn’t seem to have any particular boyfriend, so she seemed to be with a different guy every week. I overheard a few conversations between Gail and Ashley that made it clear that Lisa had screwed most of the guys she got around with. Like most guys at that age, I had sex on my mind a lot of the time, and after I heard about Lisa’s taste for variety in her men, I fantasized about Lisa coming to our place looking for Gail, but finding me alone there, and being so horny that she fucked me in one of the many rooms you could go to if you wanted privacy, but it was only idle fantasy, I can assure you. I knew that Gail was having sex with Pete, because one night when they were out together, I lived up to the bratty kid brother thing by sneaking her diary out of her room, and reading a few entries, including one about the night she lost her virginity to him in the back seat of his old Fairmont, and a couple of others where she wrote about sex with him. That diary fuelled a few masturbation fantasies, too. One day, Gail came home from school and told me that Matty had dumped Ashley, and this was a major talking point among her friends for a couple of weeks. Naturally, Ashley was devastated, and Gail did her best to stand by her friend, and help her get over it, so I saw a bit more of Ashley at our place. Her parents seemed to think it was a good idea for her to spend more time with Gail, to help her get through the breakup of her “first relationship,” so she had a few extra sleepovers during the next two weeks, although she had slept over at our place quite a few times over the years. As usual, when she stayed over, I found myself getting an eyeful of her in her little silk nighties and pyjamas, as she and Gail sat around in the evenings, or at breakfast in the mornings before school. With Ashley staying over for those few extra nights, and none of Gail’s other friends around, I was allowed to hang out a little more with the two of them, and I had a few longer conversations than usual with Ashley. One night, the three of us were sitting around talking and laughing, and Ashley made a comment that she never knew I had such a funny sense of humour. I was pretty pleased to hear this, because I simply thought she was the sexiest thing around, but I knew there was no question of anything happening between us, because I was just her friend’s little brother, but it still made me feel good. A couple of weeks later, it was a Friday night, about a week after my seventeenth birthday. Gail had been in town with Pete and Ashley, and just after dark, they arrived home in Pete’s car, with some beer, a bottle of bourbon, and some bottles of coke. They were followed down our long driveway by Lisa, in her car, with some guy called Craig, who she was with that week, and they got out with some booze of their own, and everybody came inside. My parents had gone out as usual on a Friday night, and we wouldn’t see them until after midnight, and Gail had left our dinner in the oven before Pete had arrived to pick her up, so we all ate in the big room that we referred to as the dining room. Like most of the rooms in the place, it was huge, and in addition to the dining table, it had a couple of couches and a TV set in there as well, so it was also used as our family room. The living room was down a corridor from the dining room, and it was a huge room, about twenty-four feet square, and divided into two sections by an archway supported by two columns. It must have been pretty grand in its day, and the far wall had a row of windows that looked out onto the veranda, with french doors leading out there. The veranda went around three sides of the house, and if you walked out through the french doors, you could walk to the front door of the granny flat at the side of the house. The side veranda was on my dad’s to-do list at that time, so some of the floorboards out there were little rickety, but it was okay if you watched your step. We all sat around a big table as we ate, and Gail had changed into some jeans and a casual top, but Ashley was still in her school uniform, which consisted of a dark blue plaid skirt and a light blue blouse, but she had taken off her shoes. She had gone straight downtown from school to meet Gail and Pete, and hadn’t bothered to change out of her uniform when they got back to our place. Lisa was wearing a short skirt and sleeveless top, and even during dinner, she and Craig had their hands all over each other. Stevie and I sat and ate, and during dinner, Pete and Craig brought out some six packs of beer, and the three girls all had a beer with dinner, as well as the guys. After dinner, Stevie went to his room to play with his computer games, and that left me with my sister and her friends in the dining room. The beer was flowing by this time, and Pete offered me a beer from one of his six-packs. I got on well with Pete, and although he was only a year or so older than me, he had a car and a part time job, and I saw him as an experienced man of the world, which just shows how much I had to learn about life, at seventeen. Pete used to sit around with me sometimes, talking about cars and football with me, when he and Gail weren’t mauling each other, and I liked a beer occasionally so I took the beer from him. “Rick, I didn’t know you drank beer,” Ashley said over the table, as I cracked the top of the bottle and took a swallow. I tried to think of something cool to say, but I was a little surprised that Ashley even bothered to notice, so the best I could come up with was, “I don’t mind one now and again,” as I took another swig. I drank the beer and sat at the table, feeling kind of grown up because I was hanging out with my sister and her friends, drinking beer with them. Before long, the boys were mixing bourbon and cokes for themselves and the girls, and the voices were getting louder, and the laughter more raucous. I could see Lisa and Craig seriously making out on a single seater couch in the corner, and Gail was kissing Pet in the other corner, over near the bench where they were mixing the drinks. I went to the stereo to change the CD, and as I was flicking through the CD’s in the rack next to it, I picked up one by Nirvana, and started to look at the playlist. Ashley came over a moment or two later, and also started to look through the CD’s, and then she looked at the one in my hands. “I love them,” she said, looking at the CD in my hand. “Yeah, they’re brilliant,” I answered, turning to look at her. She stepped a little closer, looking at the CD cover in my hand, and said, “They started out so long ago, but their music is just as good as ever, and some of their later stuff just reaches out to you.” Ashley and I stood there, talking animatedly about Nirvana and Pearl Jam for few minutes, and Pete came over with a bottle of beer from one of his six packs. He handed it to me with the cap off, and said, a little louder than necessary, “Here, Rick, get another beer into ya!” I didn’t drink much then, and I could already feel the effects of the first one, but I took the bottle, and he put a hand on my shoulder, then he winked, nodded at Ashley, and said, just as loudly, “Be gentle with her Ricky Boy, it’s her first time, this week anyway!” and he turned and strutted back to Gail, on the other side of the room. I could feel myself blushing red, and I saw Ashley turn and poke out her tongue, and wrinkle her nose at Pete’s back, as he walked across the room. She saw me looking at her, and said, “Don’t worry, he can be a prick sometimes, when he’s had a few beers.” I took a mouthful of beer, and then Ashley reached out and took the bottle from me, and took a mouthful from it herself, making eye contact the whole time, and then handed it back, saying, “Not bad, but I think I’ll stick to bourbon.” I took a breath, and I was trying to think of something cool to say, but Gail called out from the other side of the room, and Ashley excused herself, and walked over to her. I didn’t really feel like drinking any more beer, but the sexiest girl I knew had just had her lips on the bottle, so for that reason alone, I took one more mouthful, and looked round the room. Ashley had her back to me, laughing and speaking to Gail and Pete, and in the other corner, Lisa and Craig were in an amorous huddle, and suddenly I felt out of place. I had felt a little excited over what I saw as a shared moment with Ashley, and it was a bit of a letdown after the boost my ego had just had, from talking to her about rock bands, and finding she was interested in my opinions, to seeing her seemingly lose interest so quickly, so I walked from the room to the kitchen, where I tipped the beer down the sink. As I stood there, at the sink, I thought about the way Ashley had sipped from my beer bottle like that. It was almost flirtatious , I thought for a moment, but then the rational side of my mind told me I was a dickhead for even thinking that a beautiful girl her age was the least bit interested in a guy like me, especially her best friend’s little brother. I walked from the kitchen, down the long corridor to the living room, which was in darkness, and switched on the television, then started flicking through the channels to find something worth watching. Believe it or not, the most interesting thing I could find on TV that night was a re-run of the Beverly Hillbillies movie, so I sat back on the couch and started to watch it. I hadn’t bothered to switch on the light, so the room was in darkness, except for the light coming in from the hallway, and of course the TV screen. I sat against the left side arm of a three-seater couch, with the doorway just to my left, and settled down to take in the movie. Even though I had seen the movie before, I sat there chuckling at the antics of the Clampett family for some time, probably half an hour, or perhaps even longer. After a while, the sounds of music and laughter from down the long corridor faded, but I hardly noticed. Then, I saw a shadow in the light from the doorway to my left. I turned around and I saw Ashley standing in the doorway, with a glass of bourbon and coke in her hand. “What are you watching?” she asked, and feeling a little sheepish, I said, “The old Beverly Hillbillies movie.” I felt like I’d been exposed as a total dork. “Oh,” Ashley said, stepping in the room, “that’s funny. I’ve seen it before, but it’s so funny .” “Everybody’s kind of, occupied , down there, if you know what I mean,” she said, gesturing down the hallway, and then adding, “I felt a bit like a third wheel,” as she took a few steps to the couch, and put her glass down on the coffee table. She stood, looking at the screen for a moment, then she realised she was in my way, so she sat back on the couch next to me. I could see from the way she moved that she was affected by the alcohol. She wasn’t drunk, and I wouldn’t even call her tipsy, but the bourbon had affected her, and she sat back and giggled at something on the TV. “Jethro is so stupid,” she giggled, “you’ve just gotta laugh.” “I know,” I said, chuckling, and then I forgot my awkwardness for a moment, and did a fairly poor imitation of Jethro talking about his sixth grade education, and Ashley giggled again. “That’s really good,” she said, and she turned around on the couch, so she was facing me, and pulled her legs up and folded them underneath herself. Encouraged by her response, I tried another Jethro impression, this time probably a little better than the first, if I do say so, and once again, Ashley giggled, and said, “You can take him off so well.” I ran out of material, and Ashley turned back to the television for a moment, and then she turned to me, still sitting with her legs folded underneath herself, and she said, “Rick, have you got a girlfriend?” Suddenly, I felt sheepish again, and I simply, “No,” shaking my head. “No girlfriend?” Ashley asked, looking a little surprised. “No,” I said again, “How come you’re so surprised?” I asked, wondering a little why she was even asking. “Well, you’re smart, and you’re funny,” Ashley said, looking at me, “and you’re not that bad looking. I thought you’d have a little girlfriend tucked away somewhere by now.” My ego was nearly bursting. The sexiest girl I knew had just told me I wasn’t that bad looking! Okay, she hadn’t said I was good looking, but she’d said I wasn’t bad looking, and that meant a lot. “Well, if I did,” I said, “I wouldn’t be sitting here watching an old movie on a Friday night.” “Same here, I guess,” she said, looking down. I wondered for a moment if she was giving me an invitation, but once again the rational side of my mind told me it was the bourbon, and she wasn’t saying things the way she meant. There was no way a girl like her was interested in her friend’s little brother. “You’ve kissed girls though, haven’t you?” Ashley asked me, to my surprise. The only girl I had ever kissed at time was Judy, and I nodded and said, “Yeah,” even though Ashley had said “girls,” in the plural. Ashley was sitting fairly close to me, and I could have just leaned over and kissed her, but something told me I was misreading what was going on, so I just looked down, avoiding her eyes for a moment. When I looked down, I noticed that her uniform skirt had ridden up when she pulled her legs under herself, and I could see from the reflected light coming in over my shoulder that Ashley was wearing red panties under her skirt. Either she didn’t notice me looking, or didn’t care, I don’t know, but I was a seventeen-year-old boy, so it was difficult to stop looking down there. I was feeling very excited to be alone with Ashley like this, even if all we were doing was watching a stupid movie on TV, but something made me decide to tell her about her skirt. “You should fix your dress,” I said, smiling. She looked down, and said, “Oh”, and pulled her skirt down. “Most guys would have just had a good look, and not said anything.” She made eye contact and said, “So, you’re a gentleman, too?” “I guess I’m not like most guys,” I said. I didn’t elaborate, but it was true, most of the guys I knew were nowhere near as awkward as me with girls. We sat for a few minutes, watching the movie, and laughing at the funny bits, and I noticed that Ashley was still sitting in that same position turned to face me and having to look to the right to see the TV. I half-wondered if I should try something, but I kept on thinking that it was just the bourbon, she wasn’t really showing interest in me, and it was just wishful thinking on my part. Then, Ashley said, “Rick! Look at the moon!” She was looking over at the windows on the far side of the room, and I could see the full moon rising over the hills in the distance. It certainly looked huge, and bright. “That’s amazing. I’ve never seen it like that,” Ashley said, standing up, “Come outside with me and have a look.” She started to walk toward the french doors, and said, “Can you get out this way?” “Yeah,” I said, as I got up and walked over, going ahead of Ashley to open the door. We both walked out, and Ashley said, “Don’t turn on the light. You can see it better.” You had to walk over towards the granny flat to see the moon properly, and we started to walk over there, but in the moonlight, you could see the uneven floorboards. “Is it safe?” Ashley asked. “It’s okay if you watch your step,” I said, and Ashley put her left hand on my left shoulder, standing close on my right, and said, “Well, you better watch my step for me.” I was acutely conscious of Ashley being so close, and holding my shoulder like that, so close that I could even smell her hair shampoo, and the excitement just rose in me, as I took a few steps towards the edge of the veranda. I felt a floorboard move as I took a step, and Ashley said, “Oh! That one moved,” and she put her right hand across my stomach, clinging a little closer. I could now feel her warm breath on my neck. I now had the sexiest girl I knew holding me, in the dark, and I was so excited, I felt like I was about to burst, even though I knew it was only because the veranda floorboards were so rickety, and we walked like that, taking small, careful steps, to the edge of the veranda, to look at the big, yellow moon over the hills. “It’s huge,” Ashley said, enthusiastically, “You hardly ever see it like that at our place in town.” She took her hands off me, and held the veranda railing, but she was still standing just as close. “That’s one advantage of living out here,” I said, turning to look at her in the soft light, “You get to see the moon.” I smiled. “This’s an amazing house,” Ashley said, looking around, “What’s in there? Is that the flat?” she said, looking across at the door to the granny flat. “There’s nothing much in there. Just junk and some of Dad’s old files from work,” I said. “Can I have a look?” she asked. “If you want to,” I answered, “but it’s nothing special.” I led her across the rickety floorboards and opened the door. She was still walking close to me, with her left arm linked in my right arm, and being careful where she stepped. We could afford to be pretty casual about locking things up, out where we lived, so the door was unlocked, and we stepped inside. The air was a little stuffy, but not too bad, and the floor was solid. There was mainly unused furniture, a few boxes, and other some other old stuff in there, and there was a double bed against the window, with the moonlight shining through onto it. The granny flat had a bedroom, but it was full of files and old displays from my dad’s hardware store, so a spare bed he got from somewhere had been put against the wall in the sitting room. For some reason, my mother had put a bottom sheet on it, but it had no other bed linen, and just a couple of spare pillows. Ashley flicked the light switch, but nothing happened, and I said, “The power’s switched off in here.” “Oh,” she said, looking back at me in the half-light. “So this’s the granny flat,” I said, “full of junk. Not very interesting, is it?” I smiled. Ashley stood for a moment and looked around, then looked at me. The silence was deafening. “Rick,” she said, looking at me, “are you okay?” “What do you mean?” I said, genuinely puzzled. She took another look around, and said, “We’re in here, all on our own, and no-one knows we’re here.” She looked down at my feet, and said, “Most guys would have tried something by now.” She looked back up at me. “Tried something?” I said. I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it out loud, because I wanted to be one hundred and fifty percent sure, at the very least. The last thing I wanted to do was make a total fool of myself. “You’re not silly, Rick,” she said, looking at me with a smile forming on her face, “you know what I mean.” “I guess I’m not like most guys,” I said. I smiled a little, so it wouldn’t sound sarcastic. “Maybe I can make it easier for you,” and she took a step towards me, and went to put her hands on my sides, just above my hips. Then, she paused, cocked her head slightly, and said, “You do like girls, don’t you?” The look on her face there in the dark was priceless. “Yeah, of course I do,” I said, “I was just a little surprised.” “Surprised,” she repeated, and then added, “In a good way, or a bad way?” “A good way,” I said. Once again, Ashley went to put her hands on me, but she looked me in the eyes, and said, “Inside, you said you had kissed some girls before. That was true, wasn’t it?” I nodded. My mouth and throat were feeling very dry. A look of realisation came over Ashley’s face, there in the dark. “But,” she paused, “you’re a,” pausing again, searching for the right way to say it, “you’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Her face was a little more serious. I swallowed and said, “Yes.” Ashley bit her lower lip, and turned to look back at the door behind her. For a moment, I thought she was going to turn and walk out, but she looked back at me and said, a little more quietly, “That puts things in a new light.” She put her hands on me, just above my hips, as she was about to do before, and said, looking at me seriously, “It’s really important to me that you understand this, Rick. I’m not ‘easy.’ I’m not a slut.” “I didn’t think you were,” I said, but I was a tiny bit disappointed that my chance might have been lost. “It’s just that, … … well …” she looked towards the wall between the granny flat and the house, took a breath, and continued, “everybody else is in there, getting busy ,” she smiled, “and, well, you haven’t got a girlfriend, I haven’t got a boyfriend. I thought, what harm would it do if we got together? No-one knows.” I didn’t speak. My mouth was too dry, and I had major butterflies in my stomach. Ashley was still holding me with her hands at my waist. I was acutely conscious of this beautiful girl, someone I had fantasised over many times, standing so close, and actually holding me, there in the dark. “Then, you said you were a,” she paused, “you’d never," she stumbled for words, as though for some reason she didn’t want to say the word, then she swallowed, and said, “… you were a virgin.” Ashley looked down at the clothes she was wearing, her school uniform, with no shoes, and looked back at the door again, and finally back at me. She made eye contact, with her face close to mine because of the position we were standing in, and said, quietly, “Rick, you walked in that door a virgin. You don’t have to be, when you walk out.” She paused again, and added, “If you want to, I mean. I promise I won’t do anything to embarrass you.” “I’m not sure what to do,” I said, looking down, avoiding her gaze. It felt stupid to say it, but it was true. Ashley’s voice was little more than a whisper, there in the moonlit granny flat. “These things usually start with some kissing.” She looked me in the eye, as though she was waiting for me to make a move. We were standing so close that all I had to do was move forward a little, and kiss her on the mouth. It wasn’t much of a kiss, and I knew it. She drew back only slightly, and I could feel her breath on my face, as she said, in a voice that was little more than a whisper, “Not bad, but I know you can do better. Just relax a little.” I could smell bourbon on her breath, but it was still sexy, and not unpleasant at all. I moved forward and kissed her again, this time with my lips open just a little. She kissed back, just barely brushing my lips with her tongue, and in my seventeen years of life, it was one of the most exciting things I’d ever experienced. “That’s better,” she said, almost in a whisper, as our lips parted, “ Do you want to sit down?” There was an old armchair against the wall, opposite from the double bed, and we moved over to it, still holding each other. “You first,” Ashley said, quietly. I sat in the chair, and she sat in my lap, facing my left, and putting her arms around my shoulders. Then, she said, “Where were we?” smiling as she leaned to kiss me again. I put my right arm around Ashley’s back, but I was unsure of what to do with my left one. I went to rest it across her legs, but I hesitated, wondering if I was moving ahead too fast. She saw me hesitating, and took my left hand in hers, placed it across her legs, near her knees, and said, quietly, with a sweet little smile, “I can’t believe you’re so nervous, but it’s okay.” She took my chin in both her hands, and kissed me very gently, holding the kiss, and then moistened her lips and did it again, without speaking. My heart was pounding in my chest, and the soft warmth of her lips, and the taste of her mouth, made me even more excited. Then, the absurd thought occurred to me that when the time came, I might be too nervous to perform, although I could feel that my cock was already hard. I moved my left hand up, and put it across her waist, and I found it hard to believe any of this was really happening. My hands could feel the warmth from her body through the thin material of her blouse, and she said, softly, “Nothing bad’s going to happen.” She paused, and said, “You’re just going to make love to a girl for the first time. How scary can that be?” She smiled. “I always get nervous with girls,” I said. It may not have been the time and place for that, but I said it anyway, and I added, “Especially pretty ones.” Ashley kissed me again, gently this time, and said, “That’s a compliment, if I’m making you nervous.” She moved her right hand up to the back of my head and gently rubbed my hair, and said, “I was inside the house, and everyone was kissing and cuddling , and I knew what they were going to do next. I felt kind of sad, because I didn’t have a man to make love to, and I looked around, and there was this nice, funny guy, kinda good looking,” she smiled, and continued, “ I thought, so what if it’s my best friend’s brother. The world’s not going to end.” I swallowed, but didn’t say anything, so Ashley went on, “Then, you said you’d never done it before, and I thought, if I take you to bed, it’s your first time, and you’d remember it for the rest of your life.” Then, with a kind of sad little girl smile, she said, “That’s a lot of pressure.” I began to feel a little bolder, and with my left hand, I undid the first button of her blouse. She looked down at my hand, and then back to me, and said, “Keep going,” then with a smile, added, “please.” I continued undoing her buttons, and then I gently pulled her blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt, and then in the dim light, I saw she was wearing a black lace bra under her blouse. She was watching what I was doing without speaking, and I moved my left hand, and very gently placed it onto her right breast, feeling it through her bra. I felt the nipple harden a little under my touch, and she said, in a whisper, “That’s nice.” Then, she kissed me again, in a slow, soft and sexy kiss that seemed to reach right down inside me. I started to try to put my fingers under her bra, to touch the skin of her breast, and she said, “Let me help you,” and she reached around behind herself, up under her blouse, and undid the clip on her bra, so it loosened over her breasts. For the first time in my life, I was actually touching a girl’s breast, because even Judy had never let me do this. The skin of her breast was so soft, so smooth, and the excitement I felt, as I gently moved my fingertips over her breast, was almost unbearable. With my hand still under her loosened bra cup, I gently took her nipple between my thumb and finger, and stroked it, and I saw her shudder slightly, and take a sharp breath. “They’re sensitive,” she whispered, “but I like it when you touch them.” She leaned forward, and kissed me again, and then sat back. I had kept my hand on her right breast as she kissed me, and now I moved her bra cup upwards, exposing her beautiful breast, with its hard nipple. The very sight of her naked breast made me weak, and she said, “Kiss me there. I’d really love you to kiss me there, Rick.” I had to lean forward, and then Ashley turned to let me kiss her on her right breast, as she sat in my lap. I kissed her on the skin above her nipple, feeling the soft smooth skin on my lips, and then I moved my mouth onto her nipple, very gently placing my lips around it, but not sucking. I used my tongue to, very gently, rub her nipple as I held it with my lips, and Ashley swallowed, and took a deep breath. “That’s lovely,” she said in a breathy whisper. “I took my mouth away, and I said, “I’m glad you like it. I’m not really sure what I’m doing,” and Ashley replied with, “You’re doing just great.” Then, after a brief moment, Ashley said, “Rick?” I took my mouth away again, and I said, “Yes.” She looked at me, and said, “Would you like to get on the bed with me? I want your body. Do you want mine?” She smiled in the darkness. “I think I’d like that very much,” I said, although I suddenly felt a little nervous again. Ashley stood up, and she reached out with both hands, and took my right hand between them. I stood up, and she led me across the room to the old double bed. There were no blankets on it, and she looked around and said, “Are there any blankets in here?” I looked around, and I saw some of our camping gear in a corner. “Sleeping bags,” I said, and I picked one up in its carry bag and emptied it onto the bed. Ashley smiled, and I unzipped two sides of the sleeping bag, and it was now a blanket, big enough to cover the double bed. I put it on the bed, and Ashley unzipped her uniform skirt, and let it fall to the floor. My heart went into my mouth, as I saw her standing there, in just her red cotton panties and unbuttoned pale blue blouse, over her black lace bra. The shape of her naked thighs was simply breathtaking, and she saw me looking, smiled, and said, “Seeing it’s your first time, I’ll leave my pants on, and you can be the one who takes them off.” Then, she smiled even wider, and did something I have seen girls do since then, but it always amazes me. She reached up into her blouse, and her sleeves, and with a few practised movements, took her bra off without removing her blouse. Then, she climbed on the bed and slid under the sleeping bag. “Come on,” she said, “I need you in here to keep me warm.” The right side of the bed was against the window, so I climbed over the foot of the bed, and slid under the sleeping bag, fully clothed. Ashley turned over and cuddled up to me, saying, “The best kind of heat is body heat, preferably someone else’s,” and she kissed me again, this time with a lot more tongue than before. After the kiss, I very gently turned her onto her back, on my left, and I opened her pale blue blouse, so I could see her perfect breasts, in the moonlight coming through the window. “Would it be uncool right now, if I said they were beautiful?” I asked. “No, it’s not uncool at all, and thankyou for the compliment,” Ashley said, looking at her own breasts, “but just remember there are two of them, and you’ve only had one in your mouth so far.” She looked into my eyes. I took her hint, and I moved over and put my mouth on her left nipple, tasting her skin with my tongue. Her nipple hardened slightly in my mouth, and I gently worked my lips and tongue on it for a moment or two, and then I turned to face her, with my right cheek on her left breast. “That’s nice,” she whispered, and she kissed me deeply on the mouth. As exciting as our kisses had been to me up till now, this kiss was somehow more exciting than the rest, and I was moved to offer her a little more tongue of my own. She accepted, and somehow the kissing just seemed to be more exciting than ever. I felt her left hand move down, and gently touch my cock through the material of my jeans, and I was already rock hard. She drew back slightly from our deep and sexy kiss, and said, “Is that for me?” as she stroked my tool gently through my jeans. She was being very gentle, barely touching me, but the feeling was exquisite. My nerves were all but forgotten, as she gently stroked my cock, and softly kissed my mouth. Even apart from the sexual pleasure I was already feeling, it felt so perfect to be with her like this. I felt that the time was now right for me to explore her pussy with my hands, so I moved back slightly to give myself room, and I very gently placed my right hand on her belly. She looked at my hand, and then at me, moistened her lips and swallowed, and whispered, “I like where you’re taking this.” I moved my hand down and placed my palm on her mound of venus, although I didn’t know what it was called back then, and I let my fingers rest on the crotch of her panties, feeling the slight dampness through the material. She responded by moving her legs just a little more apart, and looked at me without speaking, like a chess opponent, signalling “Your move” with a glance. I gently fondled her pussy, through her panties, feeling between the lips. I moved my hand up to the waistband, of her panties, and I slipped it inside, while Ashley looked at my face without speaking. I felt her pubic hair, and then I moved my hand inside, so my long finger was resting between her pussy lips, and the fingers on either side were resting on her outer lips. I could feel the slick wetness of her pussy juices, and I worked my finger in a little further, so the tip was at the entrance of her pussy. I heard her breath catch a little as I touched this intimate spot, and I gently moved my fingertip, going in a little deeper. Ashley swallowed, and took a deep, slightly shuddering breath, and said, just above a whisper, “Why don’t you take them off?” Without speaking, I took my hand out, and slipped both of my hands into the waistband of her panties at her hips, and I slid them down as she lifted her bottom slightly off the bed. She bent her legs to under the blanket to allow me to get them off, and her pussy was now naked. I placed my right hand on her pussy again, and gently moved my finger back between her lips, which were now wetter than before. I stroked her gently again, between her pussy lips, and she placed her left hand on mine, and whispered, “Let me show you something.” She very gently moved my finger so it touched her clit, and she said, “Your hands are soft. That’s very nice, but just touch me there. Like that.” I moved my hand just a fraction, and touched her clit, and Ashley flinched, took a sharp breath, and said, “Sensitive. I’m very sensitive there. Just be gentle.” I stroked her clit with the very tip of my finger, moistened with her juices, and once again, she took a deep but gentle breath, and then relaxed a little, then said, in that whisper, “That’s lovely. That’s really lovely.” Ashley swallowed, and then in a quiet voice, said, “There’s something I should tell you.” She paused, made eye contact, and said, “I’m a girl who comes very easily. I guess I’m lucky that way, but, when we start,” she paused again, looking for the right word, “when we start, I mean, when you’re inside me, if I look like you’re hurting me, it won’t be pain I’m feeling, I can assure you.” She swallowed again, and said, “I thought I’d better tell you that.” Then, she put her hand behind my head, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me again, and then with her lips still touching mine, she whispered, “Now, I think you should take off your jeans. I want to touch you down there for a bit, before you get inside me. Can I do that?” It had never occurred to me that girls like to touch guys’ cocks as much as we like to touch their pussies, but I moved around under the sleeping bag, and took my jeans and underpants off. I looked at Ashley, wondering if I should say anything, but she merely raised her left eyebrow, and gently touched my hard cock with her left hand, under the sleeping bag. I could feel her pussy getting even wetter as she gently stroked and touched my cock, and her juices began to ooze onto my hand. “You’re hard,” she whispered, “and we’re going to make good use of that in a moment, but I just want to touch it for bit.” She ran her fingers along the length of my tool, and whispered, “That’s very hard,” as she gently rubbed her thumb across the sensitive head, making me flinch slightly. She looked at me and smiled, but did not say anything, then kissed me, long, deep, and sexy, as she stroked my tool gently, and I did the same to her pussy and clit. The excitement was incredible, as we lay there, fondling each other like that, kissing and touching each other, but then Ashley whispered, “Rick, I think I’d like you inside me now. Are you ready for that?” I nodded, but I could barely speak, so I didn’t say anything. I moved over, getting between Ashley’s legs, and I very gently parted her pussy lips with my hand, but when I tried to enter, I seemed to fumble. “Don’t worry, you’re new at this,” Ashley whispered, as he used her left hand to guide my rigid cock into her wet pussy. I slid in about half way, and the feeling was so amazing I heard myself gasp a little, and then after a couple of strokes, I was all the way inside her. The sexiest girl I knew was in bed with me, and my cock was inside her pussy! It was unbelievable. “You fill me up,” Ashley said, quietly, “and you’re doing very nicely for a beginner,” she added, as I began a slow but deep fucking motion inside her. She pulled my face closer to hers and kissed me on the mouth again, and I took the weight on my elbows, as we started to make love. I still hadn’t spoken since I had entered her, and she reached up, put her arms around me, and said, “Do you like that?” “It’s great, fantastic,” I answered, but I had trouble keeping my voice even. “It gets better,” Ashley said, looking up at me, and smiling. We kept that motion going for another few moments, and she said, “Rick, you might come pretty quick, but try to hold on if you can, just a little. I’m on the pill so it’s okay to come inside me, but just see if you can hold on a little” She was already starting to sound a little breathless herself. I had never known such excitement, as I fucked Ashley in that bed, and she held me with her arms around my back, kissing me deeply, only breaking the kiss to take a breath, and then kissing me again, as the incredible pleasure built up inside me. I had gotten into a perfect rhythm, and although I knew I wouldn’t be able to last very long before coming, Ashley was beginning to breath harder with almost every thrust. Then, she looked up at me with a little smile, and said, “How are you going up there, stud?” “Just great,” I said, with a strain already starting in my voice. Somehow, the fact that Ashley had said something funny and flippant like that in the middle of passionate lovemaking made me realise that I could very easily have fallen in love with her, but I knew all the same that this could never be. Even so, I realised that her beauty was not just skin deep, but came from her heart, and went right to her very core. For the briefest moment, I felt a pang of sadness, as I thrust into her, and as I realised that this could only ever be a one-night thing. “What are you thinking about?” Ashley asked, a little breathless, as she moved her pelvis to meet each of my thrusts. “I was just thinking that you’re very beautiful,” I answered. Somehow, I couldn’t tell her everything I was thinking. “You’re just saying nice things to get me in the sack, aren’t you?” Ashley said, smiling as we fucked. Once again, she pulled me down to kiss me, long and deep, as I thrust into her. Then, as our lips parted, she whispered, “This feels so good, Rick. I love it when you go deep.” I started to fell my orgasm approaching, and I wondered if I could satisfy her before I lost control and came myself, but Ashley's eyes widened as she said, “Rick, I think I’m starting to come ! Just keep going, keep going !” I kept on with my thrusting, and I felt Ashley wrapping her legs around me, and she held me tighter with her arms. She lifted her head to kiss my mouth, and began to thrust back harder and a little faster. I could feel my cock going deeper inside her snug, wet pussy, the inner walls gripping me, hugging my hard cock, moulding themselves to its shape, following each contour of my cock with every thrust, releasing it with each out-stroke, then offering the same loving, welcoming embrace with the next thrust. “Oh God! Ohhh GOD!!” Ashley called out, “That’s fan- TASTIC!!! Just keep on going like that!! I’m almost there! I’m almost there!! " She started thrusting back even harder, and my cock was forced deeper inside her with each thrust. The feelings spreading through me were incredible, as we fucked, harder and harder. I could tell Ashley’s orgasm was growing insider her, getting closer and closer to flashpoint. With my hard cock going even deeper inside her, the sensitive head was being squeezed deliciously with each inward thrust, and I knew I was starting to come. I forced myself to hold on just a little longer, but the pleasure was growing in me, as well. Ashley had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, and her breathing was getting faster and faster, as my cock drove into her. “I’m gonna come!! I’m gonna come!!!” she called, twice, and then after a shuddering intake of breath, she continued, “Keep going Rick. Don’t stop!” Then, she threw her head back, and shut her eyes, calling out, “I’m coming! I’m coming!!” Her beautiful face seemed to contort, and she shuddered all over, as I felt the walls of her tight, wet pussy contracting around my hard, thrusting cock. That was it for me. I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I felt the liquid ecstasy of orgasm starting in my cock, exploding, then spreading through me in an amazing paroxysm of sexual pleasure. Ashley was gasping, gritting her teeth, and making “Ohhhh- uhh” sounds, all at once, as my cock spurted inside her. Each spurt was accompanied by a bolt of pleasure, three, four, five six times, and with each spurt, my own body was wracked with that sweet feeling of total pleasure, as I continued to thrust hard into her pussy. Then, it started to fade away, and I realised that Ashley’s own thrusting had slowed, but she was still moving her pelvis, still fucking me, as her own orgasm subsided. Ashley stopped her thrusting, took another deep, sharp breath, swallowed, and then with her left arm, pulled my face down to kiss me, hard, on the mouth, holding the kiss for a moment, and then breaking off, to draw breath. She swallowed, again, and said, “You did great,” then after another breath, continued with, “That was beautiful. That was great sex.” She relaxed, and let her head fall back on the pillow, took another breath, and with a smile, said, “For your first time, you were great. We were great! That was a- mazing!” “Amazing,” I repeated. I was so blown away, I couldn’t think of anything to say. I had just been fucked by the sexiest girl I knew, and she was telling me it was great. “Just stay there for a minute. Stay inside me for a minute,” Ashley said, keeping her legs wrapped around me. “You’re not in a hurry to leave, are you?” “No,” I answered. The truth is, I would have stayed like that all night, lying there like that, with my still half-hard cock still nestled inside her warm, wet pussy. “I’m not in any hurry at all.” Ashley turned her head to the left, towards the wall between the granny flat and the rest of the house, and with a little smile, she said, “I don’t think they’ll be missing us in there for a while.” Then, she turned back to me, and said, “That was good, but if you stay here with me for a while, round two will be even better, I can assure you.” Then, she pulled my face down, kissed me again, and said, “Only, next time, I want to be on top.” We stayed there most of the night, and as Ashley had suggested, we made love again, when the hardness had returned to my cock. Naturally, Ashley was on top the second time, and if anything, her orgasm was even more dramatic, but I was more prepared for it. Late in the evening, we crept back into the dark and silent house, me to my own bedroom, and Ashley to a spare room we kept made up for guests. In the morning, my sister, Gail, asked Ashley what she had done to occupy herself when she and Pete had retired to her bedroom, and Lisa and Craig had found somewhere they could be alone, among the many rooms in the house. She was unsatisfied with Ashley’s answers, and after a little detective work, she checked out the granny flat, and discovered the scene of the crime. Gail was most unimpressed with me for fucking her best friend, but of course, Ashley reminded her that it takes two to tango, although where Ashley and I were concerned, it was more like horizontal folk dancing. Gail seemed less bothered with the whole thing after that, but for long time afterwards, she used to jokingly ask me which one of her friends I was going to screw next, but Ashley was the only one. A few months later, when high school ended, Ashley went away to university, but Gail and I kept in touch with her for a few years. Two years after our night in the granny flat, Ashley was back in town on a break from university, and one night when she was visiting, one thing led to another between us, as they say, and we slept together again. This time, I was a little older, a little more experienced, and I like to think I was a better lover the second time around. Gail and I lost contact with Ashley after that, and I have not seen her for a few years now. I’m older now, of course, and hopefully wiser, and I’ve been in and out of love a couple of times since then, but occasionally I think of her. After all, she was my first. Sometimes, I wonder to myself if there is a man in her life these days, and if there is, I wonder if he appreciates the beauty within her, as much as her beautiful face and sexy body. Now and again, I think if I had been a little older, perhaps I could have been that man.

------------------- Part 4: ■ SNEAKING BACK IN ■ ---------------------------- I drove from her house and parked a couple of blocks away on a side street where my car wouldn’t be recognized. I sat in the car, heart racing, for about 20-minutes. I knew what I was planning was dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. I walked back to the house, snuck around to the back, and over to the side door on the lower level. If it was locked, Cindy didn’t want me sneaking into her room. I would be safe from my own destructive sexual urges, which I found uncontrollable at the moment. It was unlocked I carefully twisted the handle and let myself in. The room was dark, so I stood there until my eyes adjusted. I listened carefully for any movement in the house... silence. I could see light under Cindy’s bedroom door in the hallway on the other side of the room. I crept across the room, making sure I didn’t knock anything over. I reached her bedroom and carefully opened the door. Cindy was standing in front of her closet like she was looking for something to wear. She was wearing her thin white nightshirt, and turned around when I locked the door behind me. She held one finger up to her lips ‘be quiet’ , and pointed to the ceiling. Her parents room was directly above. I recall she said she could sometimes hear them talking through the heat vent, so I really had to be quiet. The light from her side table was enough to penetrate her nightshirt; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I drank in the sight of her nipples and hip bones poking out against the thin material, and the faint outline of her small bush. I walked over, grabbed her hands and pulled her closer to the light. I knelt down in front of her. Sliding my hands up under her nightshirt I felt the smooth skin of her calves, the back of her knees, then upwards to her thighs. I heard a small gasp from her as my hands continued upwards, until I felt the soft curve of her tight little butt. I held both cheeks in my hands and stood up, lifting her nightshirt above her waist. “You feel good...” I whispered as I ran my hands up from her ass, up her back... lifting her nightshirt higher as I went. I moved back a little so I could see her below the nightshirt. My eyes went down to her flat tummy, and her sparse, fair-haired bush, then back up to her beautiful, innocent face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, lips trembling. I pulled her towards me and kissed her, gently sliding my tongue inside her open mouth, which startled her at first... but she kissed me back, wrapping her tongue around mine. I moved my hands back down to her ass and pulled her against my hardening dick, but at her height it only pressed against her belly, just above her mound. I whispered in her ear, “I want to see you naked”. I pulled back and lifted her nightshirt again, this time up above her breasts, and lifting her arms, up over her head. I threw it on her bed and stepped back to admire her naked body. She started to cover herself with her hands, but I stopped her and pulled her hands back down to her sides. “My God... you are beautiful” I whispered, and kissed her again. She returned the kiss more passionately this time, sliding her tongue far into my mouth. She wasn’t very experienced at kissing, but she more than made up for it in her enthusiasm. I absolutely loved the feeling of her mouth, her tongue, her kisses. I pulled her over in front of the light so I could admire her, fully exposed, head to toe. She was a vision... wavy platinum blonde hair falling around her sun-kissed face, crystal blue eyes, full lips, and a button nose with freckles. Her tan arms and shoulders were thin, but toned like her legs and flat tummy. Her tan line circled her young breasts... not yet mature, not yet fallen into place; perched high in her chest, with light pink nipples that almost protruded out more than her breasts. Her puffy areolas were perfectly smooth, and poked out from her small boobs like a second pair of breasts... her nipples erect. I reached around her and grabbed her ass with both hands and easily picked her up so her face was level with mine, and passionately kissed her. Holding her there as we kissed, she wrapped her legs around me, grinding her little mound right above the bulge in my pants. We spun around and I laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around me. Reaching back to her ankles I pulled her legs open, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. My cock was still folded down in my underwear, straining at the material. She watched intently as I reached down and straightened it out. The tip poked out the waistband, dripping wet. I pushed forward between her open legs and pressed the base of my cock against her, with only my underwear between my shaft and her little pussy. The head was sticking out the top of my waistband and leaking enough pre-cum that the sticky fluid made a puddle on her tummy. I started squeezing her breasts and dry-humping her, and leaned over and kissed her. Any inhibitions she may have had before disappeared as she kissed me back, alternately sucking on my tongue, and deeply fucking my mouth with her tongue... she wrapped her legs tighter around me, pulling me harder against her. I moved down and sucked on her soft nipples. They reacted to my touch, her puffy areolas swelling even more and her nipples growing and becoming harder in my mouth. I continued squeezing her breasts and moved further down on her, briefly tasting my own lube on her tummy, then trying to slide my tongue down to taste her pussy. The bed was too low though, and I was only able to comfortably reach the top, barely below her bush. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders, lifted her up off the bed, and stuffed a pillow under her ass. Setting her back down, I grabbed her legs behind her knees and pushed her legs upwards and apart, until her pussy and little pink butthole were facing the ceiling. I looked up at her face to make sure she was okay with what I was doing, and she was looking at me with a small smile and an intense look of desire in her eyes. This was my every fantasy; I had masturbated a hundred times envisioning this ... I was reeling from the lust that had taken over. I thrust my face between her legs and sucked greedily on her little pussy. I tried to slide my tongue into her, but she was so tight I could only get the tip of my tongue inside. I pulled my head back and moved my hands from her legs, down to each side of her tiny box, spreading her as wide as I could. The light from her side table clearly illuminated her tiny opening, which was no bigger than my pinky finger. I slid my tongue gently into her opening again, but it was just too small to get very deep past the opening. I moved up and licked and sucked on her little button, and her body quivered when I hit the spot. I slid my tongue down her pussy and over her ass, then back again. She shuddered when I hit her clit, and gasped when my tongue hit her ass. I had an uncontrollable need to slide my tongue inside her. Grabbing her behind her knees again, I pushed her legs further back, rotating her hips so her little butthole was more exposed. My tongue circled her ass, then licked softly at the tight opening. She gasped, and I waited for her to ask me to stop, but her expression showed she was enjoying it. I had never done this before... I never really wanted to; but Cindy was different. Every part of her seemed perfect and erotic to me. I continued to lick her ass with the wide part of my tongue until I could feel her relax; her little asshole opening up. My tongue could feel the softer, smooth inner part of her anus expand, allowing me to slide the tip of my tongue inside... just the tip. Another gasp. I could feel her ass tighten at first, then open up for my probing tongue. I was in heaven. I moved back to her clit, licking and sucking her button. Cindy grabbed my head and pulled it harder against her, and began humping my mouth. I rocked her legs back and forth, drenching my face in her juices, her feet bouncing in the air... Suddenly we both realized her bed was squeaking, and froze. We were both so lost in the passion of the moment we forgot where we were. Cindy stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, and we strained to hear any movement from upstairs. We waited... nothing. I slowly released my grip on her legs, and guided them down to the floor, and helped her stand. I whispered in her ear, “We really have to be quiet!” She nodded in agreement, her eyes wide in fear of her father busting in on us. I knelt down to the floor, pulling her down onto her knees with me. “Stay like that” I whispered, then walked around behind her and laid down on my back, my head under her sweet little ass. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her down so she squatted onto my face. I started licking her little pussy again... her juices ran out of her all over my face and into my eager mouth. I sucked in every sweet drop from her. She started rocking back and forth on my face, alternately grinding her clit against my tongue and my nose. I ran my hands up her ribs, and started pawing at her breasts; squeezing and pulling on her nipples. Looking up past her flat tummy and my greedy hands on her breasts, her eyes locked on mine... she nodded impatiently- she was close to cumming on my mouth. The pressure from her weight increased on my mouth, and her pace increased... she ground her tender pussy against my face and eager tongue. She grabbed my hair, threw her head back, and bucked hard on me... humping my mouth. I shoved my tongue as far into her tight little pussy as it would go. She held it there, and pulled my face hard against her until I thought I might suffocate, but I continued tongue-fucking her little opening as she rode through the waves of her climax. ...her shuddering finally subsided, and she raised herself up from my mouth, suddenly tender from the strong climax. I gently lifted her by her waist and set her down on my chest. The warmth of her wet swollen pussy on my chest was comforting. Her face was flushed from her orgasm, as was the area above her breasts. Regardless of how strong she climaxed from that, I know I enjoyed it even more. We lay there like that in silence for a bit, then she reached around and started stroking my cock. She whispered, “I still haven’t seen you cum”, then brought her hand back around and showed me her open palm. It was dripping wet, glistening from the pre-cum that had been leaking from my cock this whole time. She giggled quietly, then licked her hand. My cock jumped at seeing this. She was so fucking sexy... hard to imagine how erotic she could be at her age and lack of experience. “I want to see you cum”, she whispered, and started rubbing my cock again. I lifted her up, and slid upwards under her legs until she was right over my cock, slid my underwear down below my balls, and sat her back down on the base of my shaft. The heat from her pussy felt amazing. Grabbing her hips, I slid her petite body up the length of my cock, then back down again. There was enough lube leaking from her to make things very slippery. The view of her little body riding on my cock was unbelievable... it looked like I was fucking her. It felt like I was fucking her. This won't take long I slid her up and down, her little swollen lips wrapping around my cock... her ass hitting my balls at the base, and her clit hitting the head at the top. I felt the surge building from deep inside my groin, and my lust took over. I started pulling her harder against me, sliding her wet box faster up and down, using her little body like an oversized FleshLight. She was trying to stabilize her flailing body by grabbing my arms, her hair tossing back and forth with each thrust, her knees and thin legs sliding on the carpet. It felt like the entire universe centered on my cock, and it was about to burst. I squeezed her more tightly, and violently thrust her little body against my cock, again and again, grinding into her until my head bounced off the carpet as I exploded in a shattering orgasm... my cock pumping ropes of cum onto my stomach, my shirt, my face, and hair... I lay there breathless, panting, heart racing, and slowly came back to reality. I released my grip on her, and realized I was so rough I may have hurt her... given her rug burns on her knees, or bruised her by grabbing her hips so tightly. “I’m sorry... did I hurt you?”, is all I could say. She leaned over and whispered, “Don’t be sorry... that was amazing.” She reached down, ran a finger through the puddles on my stomach, and looked at me with a smirk, “Did we enjoy ourselves?” She saw the cum in my hair and giggled again, “Wow- I didn’t think there would be so much!” She grabbed her nightshirt off the bed and cleaned off the mess I had made. “That was amazing”, she repeated, and laid down and wrapped herself around me. In a short while she was fast asleep. It wasn’t too long before I was drifting off as well, until the dangerous reality of the situation hit me, and brought me to full alert. I lifted Cindy into her bed, kissed her goodnight, and snuck out the side door. I walked the couple of blocks to my car in a bit of a euphoric daze. This was the most erotic sex I had ever had in my life, and we didn’t even make love. I knew this was a dangerous, self-destructive path, but I had to figure out a way to see her again. I had to see her. Without anyone knowing.... Dammit.

Egg Chapter 6 Jacob cringed while he walked a bit. Sore or not, he walked normally despite the pain. A requirement he put on himself because of Aurora. Fear about what she would say kept him putting up with the pain. The thought of her made him smile. She had been at him every chance she got. Providing more sex than probably most at any given time, but he was happy to get away for some respite. Problems would arise if he spent every moment he could fucking. His social life would suffer. Not that there was a social life to begin with. With no friends and little activity outside the home besides school, home was all there was. No one called to check on him. Except for last night. His dad called. That conversation went well enough. His father even seemed happy on the phone. Talks of travel and plans upon his return home. No mention of the emergency call, but Jacob knew that there wasn’t a bone in the man’s body that cared about his son. That didn’t matter last night though as it normally would to Jacob. Aurora had been there, waiting to embrace him and take his care away. He stopped on the sidewalk at the thought of Aurora. The sun sat in the sky, still low as it rose. With a yawn and stretch, he continued on his way to school. Running a few minutes early today, he wanted a head start for the day. It was Friday and his father would be home late the next day. A lot had to be done. Aurora had now been in a feminine body for three days. That caused his dilemma as he realized that Aurora wanted to use that body in all capacities. That in itself she took no blame with a new physical form. Needs caused neglect of the other chores needing to be done. All the furniture needed to be assembled and even though the patriarch wasn’t loved, Jacob did feel like the shocks coming would be better taken with a better looking furnished home. Sighing, he started moving towards school once again. The walk didn’t take long now. When he was bigger, the walk would take him thirty minutes or longer to complete. Now, it took only ten minutes. He wanted a thirty minute window alone to check on Grace. About a week ago, she had made a move on Jacob and the two had fucked in one of the many hiding places on the high school campus. Since then, he visited every morning to see the pulsating cocoon that contained her. Jacob asked Aurora before why Grace changed. Aurora skirted the question, but mostly assured him it was for the better. There would also need to be more. The spreading of knowledge about the Goddess of Love and Lusts would bring a better world. Jacob accepted the answer, but still found himself bothered by it. The doors of the school were almost always opened early. Teachers did arrive before students. Most of those teachers rarely even noticed Jacob walking through the halls. Many, if not all knew Jacob had little to go home to so they turned blind eyes. But that was all before he lost the weight. Now as he walked in, many teachers did look up. A few even said some greeting to him. One way or another, he didn’t think any of them really cared. Except Grace, who Jacob barely saw as she slipped around a corner. That confounded him being that yesterday she had been still cocooned in one of the buildings next to the baseball field. Moving rather quickly though the hall, he moved lightly to stay quiet. A feat that never would have been possible before. He felt like a rogue, moving through shadows and what not. It wasn’t lost on him that the halls of the school were well-lit. “Jacob,” A harsh but silent voiced said. It stopped him dead in his tracks. He turned to see Ms. Devons looking up at him with her blue eyes boring into him. Today, the woman was wearing black rimmed glasses and had her hair pulled back into a bun. Her black pants suit only offset by the dark blue blouse underneath a suit jacket. “What do you think you’re doing running through the hall of this school?” “I uh,” Jacob was at a lost to what to say to her. It’s not like he had a real reason that would make sense to her. Explaining that he was pursuing a woman he had fucked a week ago and had turned into a cocoon and now emerged didn’t feel like a good story. “Come with me now,” she said harshly. Pulling him by the arm, she yanked him into a classroom. the heavy metal door being closed behind him made him worry. He turned to look at her. Saw that the room walls lined with colorful posters with literature saying printed on them. This classroom belonged to her. “I can’t believe you would do such a thing Jacob,” she yelled at him. “That’s enough,” he said with an equally powerful voice. “You are one to talk about what’s acceptable or not.” “What do you mean?” she said moving back against the door in door. “Grabbing a students cock in his pants,” Jacob said. The switch happened again. A surge of confidence swelled in him. Of course, he referred to the time he had knocked her down to get the building where he would fuck Grace a week ago. When the teacher had reached up to gain purchase to stand, her hand had grabbed onto his dick. “That was an accident,” she said turning bright red. He knew then, that this whole thing had been a farce. “Was it now?” He took a step towards her. “If you wanted to see it, all you had to do was ask.” With a zipper quickly down, Jacob pulled his massive cock out for Ms. Devons to see. She gasped at the sight, an audible look of horror on her face. “Much bigger than you thought huh?” “What happened to you?” she asked. But he could see by her slight fidgeting that that question didn’t matter in its intent. “A teacher grabbed it. Want to feel it bare this time?” he asked holding out it towards her. Even though they were a few feet apart, he hoped the offer would still be tantalizing for her. He could use some relief. “I,” she looked around the room. “I think we have only a few minutes. Would a taste be okay?” Jacob smiled at that. And she was over to him and on her knees. There were some mutterings of marveling, but her hot breath on his skin left him little to think about. “Is there a way I can study this later?” she asked. He looked down at her beaming blue eyes and felt disappointed. “I thought you said we had a few.” “We do,” she replied standing up. She moved over to the door and leaned against it. “My pants are loose enough so they’ll slide down past my ass. Get them down and come shove that thing up into me.” Bounding over, almost skipping, Jacob did as she commanded. Gripping the bands of her pants, he pulled until they popped over her ass and stopped at her thighs. “That’s far enough,” she said. “Now stick it in.” “A good student obeys his teachers right?” Jacob wanted to imagine that when he puled her pants down, slick pussy juices would be thick. He imagined that they would be stuck to cloth and skin alike. There wasn’t time to find out, but thankfully, she was wet enough for sliding right on in. “Oh god,” she cried out. A hand reached back and pulled on an ass cheek. It didn’t matter to him. He was all to happy to get closer to her heat. “So much for needing a break,” he said to himself. “What was that?” she said with a moan. “You’re pussy is really hot,” he shouted out, half-expecting some sort of panic on her part. There wasn’t to his disappointment, but he shifted his thoughts to her sex. She wasn’t as tight as he would have liked, no doubt to her own sexual activities. Mattering a little, he began shoving his cock deep as he could into her. Ms. Devons whimpered in the onslaught. Cock shoved up against her womb, Jacob did his best to keep her womb kissing the tip of his dick. That was until she started meeting his thrust and then he found he didn’t need to try so hard. “You’re a screamer huh?” Jacob said between exerted breaths. “Yeah, and it’s really hard to keep quiet,” she said with gasps. Thankfully, Jacob didn’t need to hear her scream. What he needed was to cum. That desire seemed to take over, but then the bell rang. “No,” she let out a groan of despair. They had both stopped. “I have to get ready for class. Students will be here soon.” They uncoupled and within seconds, both of them had their respective pants back up. “You have detention on Monday young man,” she said to him. “While I can say I enjoyed this, you will need to pay for the running in the halls.” “Yeah, okay,” he said with a laugh. “See you Monday after school.” Jacob left the class. He knew the first bell was only a fifteen minute warning until students started showing up in droves. Even though they could have continued, each second after the bell would be one to a discovery faster. And no teacher wanted to be caught with a student, even if that student was of age. With a shrug, he moved back to the hall he last saw Grace move down. Even though people would be arriving by the minute, he still found himself needing to know where she was off too. Moving slowly, not wanting to be caught up again by another teacher, he listened. The hall Grace had been last seen going down did have a dead end. So he moved slowly until he heard a sound. An unexpected and throaty moan. Now Jacob moved quicker. Another moan and he knew which classroom it was. Room 606, which was funny being that the room was always vacant. Used for extra storage, it was a no wonder why Grace would have used the room to masturbate in. Laughing a bit to himself at his worry, he knew the woman had a major sex drive and a few days without relief. Might have a rapacious sex drive like Aurora. Opening up the door, Jacob expected to see Grace spread eagle on the floor going to town on herself. Maybe even shoving some sort of object inside to simulate. What he didn’t expect to see was her riding someone. “Close the door, if you want to join, just take you pants off,” she said. “Grace,” Jacob replied horrified at what he saw. Grace had in fact, emerged for her cocoon changed. Tentacles sprouted from her back. The looked to be sucking on arms and legs. He closed the door softly and walked over. “Hey Jacob,” she said to him, flipping her hair back. Closer, he saw that it too was a mass of tentacles. He moved around to see her from the front. Everything about Grace screamed that she was now of another world. “Like what you see?” “No,” he said. “What are you doing?” “Fucking,” she said. “Well, more like riding. This has been a more one-sided tryst that I wanted.” Her solid blue eyes looked at him. “Want to join?” He did, but he knew it was a bad idea. “Who is it?” “Mr. Watts, I think. I don’t know if it matters really. He won’t be around for much longer.” “You can’t do that,” he said with a harsh whisper. “You’re beginning to throw off my high of this,” she said, eyes narrowing at him. “I’m not trying to.” “Then get your cock out and give me some,” she hissed. A tentacle wrapped around his leg. “I want to Grace, but the time.” “Means nothing. Get it out now.” Too afraid now not to say something he told her to knock it off. “Look at the poor man you’re killing him and at school. People saw him this morning and will ask questions when he isn’t at class. Get off him now,” he commanded. There was a look of surprise on Grace’s alien looking face as her body reverted to human form. She still had Mr. Watts’s cock in her as she straddled him. That man looked worse for wear. Submerged in water for too long, he was wrinkled head to toe. Nothing about his breathing looked like it was easy. “How did you do that?” “Do what?” “You shut my need for sex completely off. I fuck this man almost every day and you made me stop. He has such a good cock.” “You were eating him,” Jacob said. A look of disgust came across her face. “It felt so good though,” she said. “To have such complete control of every bit of this.” “Well, you don’t now. You need to get dressed and get to work.” “What about him?” she asked standing up. Jacob’s eyes raised seeing the thick trunk of a cock fall out of her. Not long, but thicker than a wrist. “He isn’t dead so leave him for now. Meet me at my house later.” “Okay,” she said biting her lip. “No sex either until we work out what to do.” “Until you work out to do,” she said with a pout. “I mean, I really need some cock. You know how hard its gonna be to wait?” “You don’t think I know that. I want to fuck you here and right now, but we have a responsibility here not to get exposed. What would our queen think?” Grace seemed to pale with the statement. “You’re right,” she said with a defeated tone. “I will keep control until I can find a more suitable partner.” “Get dressed,” he commanded. The second bell rang, signaling the true arrival of the student body. She did and to no surprise, she put on a white sundress with light blue flowers and trims. While dressing, Jacob looked at Mr. Watts. Poor man’s wizened breath made him look terrible. As he studied, Jacob could see that she had sucked the man almost down to the bone. His ribs were looking visible. “You did a number on him.” Jacob said with disappointed dissidence. “He agreed to the price, and I was hungry.” She stretched. “You better get to class there kiddo.” With a sigh, he moved to leave the class. She grabbed him on his way by and planted a kiss on him. With soft lips, she moved the dead mood into one of wonderful promises. “Why would you do this?” he asked angrily. “If I have to suffer,” she said with gleam in her eyes. “So do you.” Then she left, leaving him throbbing in the departure. Sighing again, he followed but by the time he entered the hall, she had fallen into the crowd of students that had gathered. Frustrated for the second time that day, Jacob slunked off to his first class. Classes for Jacob were often slow. Billy had been a constant torment, but he was gone now. Sure, people talked about him, even asked where he could be, but no one directed attention to Jacob for these things. Not that he had anything to do with Billy’s death. That unfortunate incident had everything to do with Aurora’s protectiveness than anything else. The day went fast. There wasn’t much in classes and most people offered little to him. He did pass Ms. Devons throughout the day, who blushed heavily each time they crossed paths. Once she tried to avoid looking at him. Another, they got close in the class and he grabbed her butt as he passed. She let out a squeak of protest. That made him laugh to himself as he wondered on his way to auto shop class how she even kept herself sane. Somehow, or rather, he knew, her pussy was gestating all day. It made him jittery imagining that she would be rubbing her slit all day in various ways to stimulate herself. Finally the last bell rang. Everyone avoided him still. He did eye a few girls looking at him, but under gaze they turned quickly away. Getting up, Jacob went to leave when he was stopped. “Jacob,” the teacher for the day said in a stern voice. It was Mr. Davids. A rather lanky teacher who often subbed in for teachers when he could. He was one of the track coaches and a counselor by trade. “Yeah?” he replied standing at the doorway. The older man looked at Jacob. Everyone knew Mr. Davids was fresh out of college and he looked young. That being said, the man commanded some respect for his authority. That stopped Jacob being that his cock throbbed insistently to be buried in a Ms. Devons snatch and finish what started earlier. “So its freaky what happened with you.” “Yeah.” “You gonna explain?” Jacob thought for the second time of telling someone what really transpired. That made him wonder for a second if maybe there existed in a way, something inside wanted him to tell. Everything was for the Goddess now, but he had no name to tell. Lack of details justified not telling. “Just melted off,” he said. “Bull kid,” Mr. Davids replied. “I don’t know what you did but miracles don’t happen.” They did if the thing fucking your brains out constantly was a life form from another plane of existence. But Jacob didn’t say that. He couldn’t. “I saw a doctor, they were baffled by this to,” he said with a shrug. Davids nodded at this explanation and then turned away. Jacob wasted no time in the opening and slipped out the door. Ms. Devons awaited him and he needed to get at that pussy. Walking briskly through the halls, he half-expected to be stopped. As he went, there was nothing stopping him from her classroom. Upon entering he found himself disappointed to see that she was engaged with a parent. It took seconds for him to learn that the parent was unhappy about her child’s grades. He locked eyes with Ms. Devons. In that moment, he knew she would be more than a few minutes. Those eyes also seemed to plead with him to wait. He nodded at her and he saw the slight bite of a lower lip. “Sorry Ms. Devons, wanted to some help with homework. I’ll be waiting down in room, 705,” he said before turning and walking briskly away. Room 705 was the room that Grace had been feeding on the male teacher from earlier. Jacob did hope the guy was okay, but as he opened the door to see clothes still strewn on the floor, his heart sank. “You should let me finished him off,” a female voice said. Jacob turned to see Grace leaning against the wall next to the door. “He would have died better.” “I forgot,” Jacob said sheepishly. “And now instead of dying in sweet embrace, he died wheezing and alone.” “Why were you feeding on him?” “I was hungry and he couldn’t keep up.” “Keep up?” “Oh he wasn’t like you. I needed more orgasmic bliss with him and more bonding time. His body gave out long before we bonded.” “Is this how it’s going to be with every convert?” Jacob said with an exasperated sigh. “We require certain things to have for a mate. Everything is for the Goddess, but to continue to be worthy, all have to meet requirements. He did not, and as such, he worshipped only once.” The matter of fact explanation satisfied him for the moment. It seemed that there were a lot of things worth discussing with Aurora. If he managed to keep converting women, having them wandering and eating any male they came across until they found a mate caused too many problems. Three had been killed so far in the endeavors of two different alien women. “There needs to be some ground rules,” he said. “Well, first, let’s do something about the hard cock in your pants,” she said with a moan. Her hand lifted her dress and another went to town on an audibly wet pussy. “At least you could let me ride that good hard dick for a long while.” “I can’t,” he replied with a solemn grimace. “I know, there is another about to join our fold. I don’t think she would mind, but by the off chance.” Grace was moaning much more audibly now. “Why are you dong that?” “Because our new convert needs all the help she can get to accept the changes heading her way. Pheromones will lull her into an easier change. Your cock will do most of the work, as she has already tasted its goodness.” “Fuck it,” Jacob said with a growing frustration. Jacob walked up to her and yanked her hand out of her pants. She went to protest, but he shoved the musky fingers into her own mouth. Blue eyes looked at him. She licked the finger seductively slow. In that moment, Jacob unzipped his pants and yanked his cock out. His next action had him lifting her leg. “That’s right,” she groaned into his ear. “Shove that fat cock into my tight little cunny.” He grunted in reply. Shoving his cock into her with dominating force, going until she began shuddering. “That hit the spot,” she said with a sigh. “You came already?” “Yeah,” she said, the word drawn out and sounding like a drunk spoke. Jacob watched as she lost composure of the form she held. Her skin paled and hair tentacled. He watched as her lower jaw split in the middle and rows of pointed teeth shown. Light blue spots began to appear on her like they would be on a cow. Not that she was a cow, far from it. “She will be here any second,” he said worried about her appearance. “I will hide shortly, just let me finish orgasming.” Jacob hadn’t realized it, but her pussy still squeezed his cock in long waves. It almost made him want to finish what he started with her. He could almost feel how heavy his balls had become with their hanging weight. The insistent throbbing in the head of his cock told him his body grew impatient with the delayed end. “You can pull out now,” she said plainly to him. And he did. A long slide out and he heard a splash to the floor. “Jeez you make me so wet you know?” Within seconds, Grace looked like herself again. Jacob pulled his pants back up and got his cock back in. “You need to leave,” Jacob said zipping himself up. “I know,” Grace replied. “You take a lot out of a girl, and she is coming down the hallway.” “You need to hide,” Jacob said with a panic. “I will,” she said with sigh. Jacob looked panicked to the door when it opened. He didn’t see Grace move or anything as Mrs. Devons walked in. “Jacob?” “I’m here,” Jacob said. One of the things he hadn’t given credit to anything was how gloomy the room was. It did have windows, but with blinds and stacked desks, the room often sat in a permeating dinginess. Near dark is where the room needed to be anyways for the secrecy it provided, especially in the late with all of the extra activities for it. “Oh thank goodness,” she said closing the door behind her. “Even though you told me I was nervous you wouldn’t be here.” “Why?” he asked her. “We don’t have time for that, I need your cock now.” Jacob opened his arms wide. A microphone for her to declare her lustful enrollment into servitude. Time seemed to stop as she moved over to him. Dropping in front of him, he closed his eyes as her hands pulled his throbbing rod out. “It smells so musky,” she said. “Sorry been a long day.” Eyes still closed and making no movements, he waited until she made another move. That wait didn’t take long a her mouth wrapped around his cock. With a gurgling moan, the sounds of slurping filled the room. The slurping would continue, promising a greedy appetite and sloppy sex. He shuddered when a powerful vacuum engulfed his length. Jacob looked down to eyes peering up at him. Ms. Devons seemed to smile before she closed her eyes. Head bobbing, Jacob lasted exactly a few seconds more before grunting out a finish. Coughing brought him out of the orgasmic bliss. He looked down to see Ms. Devons coughing into her hands. “You okay?” “Yeah,” she said between some coughs. “Just a lot more than I expected.” “The cock or cum?” Jacob asked with a laugh. “Both I suppose,” she said standing up. Lips smacking she looked at him. “That was some thick stuff.” “Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “I want some of it in my…” “Go ahead, say it.” A look passed across her face. He couldn’t tell if it was disgust or conflict. It wouldn’t matter as she smiled quickly. “I need you to put some of that thick spunk in my pussy,” she said with a squeal. He smiled at her and dropped his arms. “Whatever you need.” Ms. Devons moved over to one of the desks stored in the room. She pulled a wooden office chair out. Pants dropped to the floor, filling the room with the musk of wanton lust. A leg hiked up on the chair and a spreading of one ass cheek, which showed dripping lips and a peculiar color of sex to Jacob. Heavy brown looking lips draped down with copious amounts of juices dripping from them. Looking carefully, he could see shimmering strings stretching too, to the panties on the floor below. Not needing anymore of an invitation, Jacob waltzed up to the alter of worship. “Best part of you younger ones is that you recharge fast.” Jacob caught himself asking how many of the older women at the school would know such a thing. She groaned throatily as he slid into her heat. The angle made her tighter, but he didn’t get to savor the feeling of vaginal walls molding to him. Hips began moving before he sank in all the way and it felt more to him as if she took control of the impaling. “I’ve been thinking of this cock all day,” she exclaimed shoving herself back harder. “Good cause the pussy has been on it’s mind all day.” “Can you thrust harder?” The question made him pause for a second. “What did you say?” “Can you thrust harder?” “How dare you slut,” he angrily growled. He grabbed her head, fingers entwining into her hair. “Yes,” she screamed out when he pulled her hair. With a final push back, she froze. There was no movement, and Jacob stayed still. Though he wondered what transpired right then, he dare not interrupt it. While her heat and ass pressed against him, he listened to her breathing. Moments stretched to what seemed like minutes. An eternity could pass at the moment and Jacob wouldn’t know when it would end. Even though he was aware of her heartbeat and his own cock’s insistence, he did not move. Sighing to himself, life seemed to stop completely. Then it changed, the pause button unpressed. “Fuck yes,” Ms. Devons screamed out. Jacob was taken aback by the sudden animation. Flesh shaking, ass cheeks flexing ad they spread with pushing back. A wall stopped his cock from going in further, but he felt the pulsations in her cumming cunt. “I accepted, oh I accepted.” Ms. Devons shoved Jacob away, to which he felt a bit indignant about having his hard cock yet again ripped out of pussy before it came. “What the hell?” he said angrily. Ms. Devons had gone too far to acknowledge him. Like a faucet running, black ichor poured out of her pussy in wet sloppy plops. As with Grace and Aurora, that ichor began growing tendrils of pure lack that snaked like veins up Ms. Devons legs. She fell out of the chair and into the puddle of goo. “Well done,” Grace said, stepping seemingly out of the shadows. In the bit of light there was, Jacob could see a grin on her face as she watched the conversion. “In three days, I will have a sister.” “Yeah,” Jacob said, watching as the womb encompassed the teacher. In seconds, tentacles snaked out for the anchoring and defense. “We are gonna have to lock the room up.” “For her?” Grace said with a laugh. “Any one who wonders in here will be kept alive until she emerges.” “And she will emerge hungry,” he said. “And horny,” she replied. “And speaking of horny, you want to fire that thing off into my ass?” “Tempting, but right now, I just want to go home.” “Oh.” “Let’s get out of her first, the noises of this transformation are almost sickening.” “Its a song of beauty,” Grace said. Jacob couldn’t tell if rebuke or statement wove into the words. With a shrug, he pulled his pants up and fixed himself. “Still, let’s get home.” “You’re denying me a chance to worship?” Grace started into him about the rebuke of sex from earlier. While he understood her insistence on taking care of sex, the timing would be off. None of this mattered to Grace. She wanted more and he denied her. They walked the halls of the school together, not coming across another soul as they did. Jacob would have liked to talk about that, not knowing how late it was. Instead, they walked with her repeating the same plea. Eventually, they passed the office and she told him she needed to get something out of her office. He followed and realized before the door to her office even closed, he would be fucking her. “Now then,” Grace said. Jacob moved quickly and shoved her up against the door. It interrupted whatever thought she planned on presenting. Hard and desperate again for his own release, he lost caring about holding off. “What-?” “You want to be fucked in the ass, well, you got it.” Pulling her dress up, he moved his cock out at the same time, each hand working while he used his weight to hold her. With the tasks done, his cock sprang angrily into the cleft of her ass. “You don’t need any-oh, you know.” Jacob did. The converts would always be ready for any orifice to be used. Somehow he knew this and would never now forget it. “Yes, slide it in deeper.” Jacob did, feeling the ring of her ass a tight barrier that constantly squeezed down his shaft. Like a rolled o-ring up and down a pipe. It didn’t take long for her to loose her composure again. Grace’s alien form sprang into existence before his eyes. Not that it bothered him. By now, pleasure overrode everything else as he rutted to a finish. “Fuck,” Grace called out with a cracking sound punctuating the outcry. He could tell she was cumming, but didn’t stop shoving his cock hard into her. The thrusts feverish pace were met now as Grace threw herself back into him. “You’re taking too long, give me your cum.” The begging picked up there. He didn’t know what had gotten into her, besides his dick, but that begging made him feel powerful. At a whim, he could end the sex by emptying into the bowels of her ass. A whim, that he continued to shove his cock into her. “I will cum when I am good and ready too,” she yelled over her begging. “Now turn your ass over.” Grace may have groaned, but it was on unhearing ears. To Jacob, all she needed to do was obey. Much to his delight, she swiveled herself and after some awkward repositioning, to which his cock never left her ass, they were back to fucking. “Oh this is different,” Jacob said looking into the blue galaxy eyes of Grace. With eyes locked with him, she licked her lips. A thick tongue that rolled over slowly. “I’ll say,” she said her mouth agape now, exposing rows of sharp teeth. He looked down to watch her anus swallow his cock. The orifice stretching out like a volcano being plugged. After each pull out, her pussy squirted a small stream of milky white spray. Almost like a refined mist, and the color evident only by the streams the pooled off his cock. The extra lube made a squishy noise as the muscles clenched onto his cock. Their eyes locked. He wanted to know what she thought. To even feel what her body felt. Everything for him, lay at the shaft of his cock. That is until he felt the powerful throbs of inevitable for him. “Do it,” she said with a hiss. “Fill my ass up with you thick cream.” He groaned. “Come on master, cum in my ass.” “Ah.” “Master, yes,” Grace exclaimed. Powerful legs wrapped around his waist and held him tight against at his final thrust. Jacob doubled over as his balls emptied out with explosive ferocity. Each pump of cum made him heave with a spasm. “Oh that is so delicious.” Jacob looked up to see her licking her lips. A gloss seemed to cover over her eyes. “I can feel its warmth,” she said falling back onto the desk completely. Her tentacles writhed around her on the desk as she relaxed. When her legs fell away, he pulled out of her ass. “Warn a girl.” “Sorry.” Jacob pulled his pants back up and made himself decent. “We need to go.” “Yeah, I know.” Grace was slow to rise up. When she did, he stared at her alien form. “What?” “You need to look human.” “Oh.” Only a second would pass for her to change. “I can’t wait till when I don’t have to revert,” she said looking at him. “It unnerves me that I can’t be in my natural form.” He shrugged before motioning to the door. “I need to get home,” he said. “You don’t need to wait for me.” “I think I do. If you decide to snack on the way home.” She laughed. “If I do, I’ll behave. I do need clothes anyways so I will drop you off. I can’t stay over at your place. It is the weekend.” She winked at him walking by. Jacob already knew that her promise would be broken. Not that he knew about her nightly dealings before she hooked up with him. What he did know is that her sex drive couldn’t have been satiated. They walked down the halls in relative silence. Grace was humming and doing a bit of a skip while they did. He thought the look was great, but remembered that only in reality, that there would never be a settling with her. In fact, as the main conduit to the Goddess with recruitment, many women would be in his future. When they got outside, Grace gave him a kiss and gave him thanks. With an apology, she left him standing in front of the school. Sighing heavily Jacob began the walk home. Nothing happened on the walk home. There wasn’t a constant bully anymore and the sinking sun provided a nice companion. Thoughts of the rest of the night filled his head. A shower definitely had to be first on the list. Or a better idea would be to order food then get a shower. He bet Aurora had eaten everything in the house. When he arrived home, the boxes containing the ordered furniture sat still on the front porch. There were a ton of boxes. Sighing, he realized those needed to be moved in before a shower. Jacob hardly ever felt at home. Not since his mother had passed and his father’s abusive nature began. When he opened the door, the last thing he expected to see home greeting. “Jacob.” His name said on a wind of excitement. An embrace unexpected and coupled with strength. Tentacles hair wrapping around his head before wet lips crushed against his. Hot breath heralded the tongue that intermingled into his mouth. The kiss was long and passionate in its unexpected desperation. “You’ve been having sex,” Aurora said breaking the kiss with a giggle. “I can taste them on you.” “I’m sorry,” Jacob said panicked. “Why?” she asked looking up at him. Her pink eyes seemed to be sparkling. “It isn’t normal in my world for women to be excited about her man having sex with others.” “You were worshiping and recruiting. Any woman should be proud of her man’s devotions.” She let him go. “Are you coming in?” “I need to bring the furniture in and start getting it ready.” “Your dad will be home tomorrow,” she said with a twirl. “I can’t wait to meet him.” The sharp tooth smile she wore on her face was one of utter horror. Her eyes were pools of red and then the look disappeared. “I’m hungry.” “Chinese?” “And you.” “Let me order and I’ll get to work on the furniture.” He knew she was watching him as he moved. An effort on his part to ignore it for now. There would be time later for her, but he needed to get things done. Ordering the Chinese food proved to be challenging as he had to guess what quantities of food to order. The man on the phone seemed to be upset with how much was ordered, but Jacob promised a good tip to the delivery driver. After the call, Jacob started unpacking boxes outside and moving furniture inside. Some had to be built, which he found a perverse sense of pride in himself when he finished book shelves, various benches, new table, and what not. The only break he took was to eat. Aurora ate with him, but said little, her pink eyes locking with his often. Once done, he went right back to work, breaking down boxes, arranging furniture and hung pictures. There wasn’t much in the way for family in the house. Jacob couldn’t even think of where to look even for old family photos when he ordered. Instead of relying on that, he decided to order many different art pieces involving the woods. As the woods had been such an escape for Jacob, it felt right. All on the walls, he had pictures hung. Above the fireplace, he mounted a huge tv. Everything looked great and he fell down with a huge sigh on one of the couches. No sooner had he done that, when Aurora was there. “I thought you would never be done,” she said sitting in the ottoman in front of him. He had his head back and made no effort to look at her. “It was a lot,” he said. “Watching you work was something.” His head rolled up from the back of the couch. She was wearing some of the clothes he bought in her human form. “I’m really not sure what that means.” “It mean’s you deserve some attention.” Aurora stood up in front of him. “I learned a lot on your computer today. I thought I’d give you a treat.” Jacob remained silent. Not that he needed to say anything. She blew a kiss at him. “Hope your ready.” A smile broke across his face. She smiled back and than began to dance. There where twirls, leg kicks and hands that moved across the body. Each movement meant to bring out desire. Once clothes began moving and exposing skin, Jacob realized what the dance was for. His cock strained almost immediately watching Aurora. Her fluid movements in dance a choreographed master piece. Before long, skin became even more bare as clothes were discarded. Eroticism at its finest, Jacob found his mouth agape as her pants fell. The masturbation began in earnest at that point. Jacob didn’t even see at first as hands moved. What clued him in was the shimmering of liquid across her body coupled with the sweet smell of her salty sex. The moans she emitted eventually were drowned out by the sound of her wet sex being played with. “Jacob,” she moaned squeezing her breasts with a throaty moan. “Jacob, watching you was so infuriatingly hard to keep myself from you.” Jacob had leaned forward towards her in not only intrigue, but to touch. Reaching out, her warm body folding into his arms and he hugged her, hands on her butt and face buried into her stomach. Heart beats heard, he found a bit of comfort resting against her. “I can’t do it anymore,” she said with a frustrated growl. Jacob found himself on his back, pants ripped off and Aurora straddling him. The heat of her sex radiated out with a dripping insistence. There also was a sound of her still masturbating with the coupling of moans. “I hope you are ready Jacob,” she said, her voice flat. Aurora stood up, and lowered herself downwards to his erect penis. They locked eyes, her’s a furiously dark pink. “Watch.” He looked down at the plump pussy lips, fat and engorged. Then pink tentacles snaked slowly out. “Watch as they engulf your cock,” she said. He could see the shudder of her body as the warm prehensile appendages wrapped around his cock. “Each one of those is more sensitive than any human woman’s clitoris.” As if to emphasis, he watched as a milky white fluid dripped copiously from her sex. It may have grossed out anyone else, but jacob knew it was a sign that Aurora was orgasming. He had been coated head to toe before in her juices. By now, it had become a bit of a ceremony to get his cock coated in her before they actually copulated. “And let me tell you Jacob,” she said sinking down his shaft fully. “This amount of pleasure would be enough to drive any mortal mad.” Jacob grabbed her ankles, knowing the next bit would be rough. Unlike the other women who allowed Jacob to have his way with them for the most part, Aurora often over the past week had essentially been in control. “You’re so deep in me,” she exclaimed with a moan. And he felt like he was. Jacob at one point, wanted to take the chance to study her anatomy. No doubt, that would involve him having to ask or forcing it. Aurora didn’t seem to want to take things slow. “Don’t hold back Jacob,” she demanded as fingers dug into his chest. Aurora grated even more, leaning back so he had to look up at her heaving chest. She had lost control of her form, and her breasts size had begun increasing. Not that it would matter. Any size would be perky and Aurora liked hers to be melons. The next thing that changed with Aurora was her hair which combined and twirled into lengthy tentacles. Her nipples, around the areoles, sprouted tendrils too, which he knew to be overly sensitive. “I’m gonna cum again,” she cried out, going rigid. The spray of milky cum up his body. The explosion of female cum wasn’t gross at all to Jacob. In actuality, he reveled in any woman’s orgasm. For this one, he stuck his tongue out and enjoyed the sweet taste of it. She of course, was shaking with massive spasm as each powerful vaginal contraction happened. The uncontrolled contractions of her cunt forced Jacob over his own edge. “Ah yes, fill me,” Aurora screamed, her voice going into a high pitch. When she finished, she collapsed backward, popping his cock out of her. It sprang up, bringing it with it, a mix of cum. “That was wonderful.” “Yeah,” Jacob agreed listening to her labored breathing. He looked down at her spread legs to see her pussy splayed open. There weren’t any tentacles anymore. Fat lips splayed apart where the nub of a huge clit sat and the dark hole of her pleasures. “Like what you see?” “I want to see more.” She laughed. “You will, but for now, I have to get this body satisfied.” “What do you mean by that?” Jacob asked worried the sex for her wasn’t wholesome. “What I mean is that I constantly crave sex and right now I struggle with control.” That made him think of Grace from earlier. “What did you do today?” “Do you mean who?” “Yeah.” Jacob felt as if she was about to answer, but then a pounding on the door interrupted their conversation. “Who could that be?” Jacob scrambling up. He quickly moved to find something to wear. Having to run up stairs to change quickly. Two more times the pounding on the door had happened. “Hold on,” Jacob said almost angrily on the forth pound. He opened the door to see the blonde cop from earlier in the week. “Can I help you officer,” he said trying to be cordial and sweet to her. “Yeah, just checking in on you,” she said. A radio crackled on her hip. She didn’t pay any attention with it. “I returned the cart,” he said to her, not understanding one bit, why he felt like the spot light was on him. This woman had an aura of power about her. “I bet,” she laughed. “You seem to have been busy.” “Yeah,” he said, leaning back a bit as she looked into the house. He didn’t think there was anything for him to worry about with a cop. Granted, he did know she was scoping the place out. “Jacob, who is it?” “It’s the police Aurora.” That was a cue for Aurora, who arose from the couch with a long stretch. A white tank top did little to hide her body, which she wore as a stacked nubile woman. “Everything okay?” Jacob knew what the effort on Aurora’s part was for. A seduction done to get another convert. Not that he minded. The cop’s looks were great and she did seem to have a personality that would allow for good expansion of the cult. “Yeah, Officer?” “It’s Officer Hadley. Meredith Hadley,” she replied. “And yes, everything is okay.” “Is she thirsty?” Aurora’s question took him aback. The look on the officer’s face was hard. Maybe she was concerned, but then she responded. “Yes, can I have a glass of water?” Jacob stepped aside and Meredith came in.

0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner- Thomas 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon 0667 - Marco - Brown 0778 - Jan 0798 - Celeste - Shelby (human) 0805 - Toran 0808 - Radella 0908 - Tara - Mara -------------------------- Ungrown - unnumbered ------------------------ 2 - onboard Shelby, in Re-gen 0250 Tendra 1000 - Sherry 0999 - Zan - still lost -------------------------------- Known and OR numbered ------------------------------- 0501 - Thaddeus ???? - Lena --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Thaddeus! No!" Shelby gasp out. "Please son, there's no need to do this. We will find them all." Shelby was begging. Tears were now starting to stream down Lucie's face as she was also listening to what was being said. "NO!" She suddenly yelled. Shelby also had tears in her eyes as she said, "You have been out here alone for so long, please come home to me." Both started to object then were suddenly quiet as Shelby watched the box as it started to drift away. Turning toward Derrick she couldn't look up from the floor. "I'm sorry Derrick, Thaddeus refuses to come aboard. He says he cannot 'til he knows that they all are safe. I cannot force him." Shelby told Derrick her face still turned to the floor. Derrick could only shake his head. There was dedication and then there was damn dedication. In this case he'd have to reserve his opinion. "Alright Shelby, I want a marker on him. If we are to leave him here, I want to make sure that we can come back for him." Derrick told her. A smile appeared on her face as she rapidly hurried to carry out Derrick's instructions. A moment later a small tracking device shot out of Shelby hooking to the newly released box. With a last tear in her eye Shelby turned toward Derrick even as the ship turned away from the box. Shelby was on the floor beside an almost shattered Lucie. "I tried to convince him to come with us. He wouldn't listen to me. Why? After being out here so long why?" "I have no answer for you my dear. I assume it has something to do with honor I'm not sure." Looking up at Derrick she could see the look of pain and pride on his face. Taking a deep breath Derrick took another moment to speak. "Get the sixth one Shelby. Then we can start on the next eight. The faster we can get them the faster we can all be together." Turning away from the two females, neither saw him curse under his breath. ______________________________________________________________ Both Kimison and Rayburn were in their racks not long after their visit with Derrick. Almost an hour later Kimison jerked awake something was bothering him. Getting up he went to where he and Rayburn had been working. "Good evening Commander." Tempro greeted him when he turned the lights on. "Can I be of assistance?" "Something has been bothering me since Commander Rayburn's incident. I need to go over the logs of what transpired." Kimison ordered. "Yes sir, now brining up all recordings and data. Are you looking for something specific sir? Something I might be able to help you discern?" Tempro asked. "If I knew I would advise you. For right now I am trying to determine why he shut off almost all the safeties." An hour later Kimison was starting to get frustrated. "What in the hell had you so worried that you shut them all off? Hell, half of them though not all of them, maybe..." Kimison stopped, looking behind him, as he thought Tempro was keeping a very close eye on him. Damn it ,now that he knew, how was he going to test the theory? Scrolling through a few more screens, Kimison would type a command then move on. Almost another hour later an alarm sounded then immediately shut off. "Warning! Warning! Instability in A.I. personality matrix. Warning, all A.I. functions shutting down to re-boot." Came Tempro's voice. Kimison shook his head who knew that the same program from Celeste would work here. He only had a few minutes at most as he started to rapidly type more complex functions on the screen. Finally finished, he donned the head set, then hit the activation button. It wasn't an alarm, Tempro nor anything tangible that caused Rayburn to jerk awake. It was a feeling of incredible pain in his head. He almost made it to the door of the work lab when it increased. "MARY! TEMPRO!" He was yelling as he fell through the door way. Mary appeared immediately though strangely Tempro was absent. The next thing he noticed, was that Kimison was screaming at the top of his voice. "Can you shut it down?" Rayburn asked. "Attempting now, it appears that my son is in re-boot. I am afraid he won't be any help for two minutes." Mary stated. Rayburn nodded as he ran for the main console. Bringing up the headset control he cursed when he saw that Kimison had almost the exact settings that he had before. "Clearing a path, now beginning extraction." A minute later the machine shut down as Rayburn ran to where Kimison was prone on the deck. A moment later Kimison's eyes open as he stared at Rayburn. "A modified sigma energy variance cannot be maintained if the energy of the matrix is not adjusted accordingly. Packets of two gigabytes can be added with such adjustment." Rayburn was writing as fast as he could. That was the one way he hadn't been sure of. "You idiot! Are you actually trying to fry your brain? What in the hell got into you?" In a barely whispered voice Kimison stated, "I know you moron. I saw what you did only took me a little longer. I..." Rayburn could only shake his head as Kimison's eyes rolled up into his head then he was unconscious. Sighing, Rayburn nodded, he hadn't thought anyone would find what he had. "Better let the Emperor know. I'm getting him back to his bunk. Then I'm going to sleep myself." A now re-booted Tempro nodded to his mother then she was gone. "Would you like help sir?" Tempro asked. "I wish to apologize to you sir. He caught me completely unaware." "No need to apologize Tempro, we both know he is far smarter than he lets on." Here Rayburn shook his head, "A hell of a lot smarter." ________________________________________________________ Three fourths of the distance to the Imperial world from where the battle had taken place, Admiral Hartwell was having problems of his own. It seemed that the female he'd started calling Bee was still having an aversion to clothing. "You have to wear them where we are going." Hartwell told her again. "NO! They are an abomination! Please master, Please do not make me wear them!" Bee pleaded. Taking a deep breath Hartwell thought to take a different route. "You said that you are mine, correct?" Bee looked at him with narrowed eyes then slowly replied, "Yes lord sir, I am yours. This is the law after all." "Then, you should not be disobeying my orders correct?" Hartwell stated hoping that this worked. "Yes, lord sir, though," Here Bee lowered her head. "Though you haven't made a direct claim to me either. Until such time, I have to obey your orders though, not pertaining to interaction between us." "So, you're telling me, you will obey me as long as it's not personal." Hartwell said a feeling of dread creeping into him. With a bright smile Bee nodded her head emphatically. This of course caused Hartwell to groan again. "So, the fact that I have not claimed you means that, you don't have to do all I say?" Hartwell said the dread starting to grow larger. "You are a very smart master, lord sir, many do not gain that knowledge for a longer period of time." Bee stated a slight smile on her face seeing Hartwell with a look of confusion on his face. Finally, with a groan Hartwell threw up his hands, "So, no matter what, you won't wear them unless I claim you." Hartwell's eyes narrowed as he stared at Bee. These females appeared to be far smarter than he'd given them credit. "No Lord Sir, I will not. No matter where we go, no female is allowed to cover themselves. Only when we have been bred, are we ever demanded by society to cover ourselves." Bee related as if every day information. Hartwell issued a slight growl from his throat. He had to convince the commander to declare war on these idiots. _________________________________________________ On the duke's planet, Willian and Trent Hartwell had finally helped the last of Greeson's men to the cave. They had finally sat down to relax after the long day. Neither had eaten having to help constrain all the prisoners that went up to the ships. Both had just lifted a fork to their lips, when they both swore they saw something flash past their location. Both stopped to stare at the area where they saw the flash. Turning to stare at each other they both shrugged. Trent Hartwell thought a moment longer, then grabbed a communicator that Greeson had left the last time. Opening the communicator up he hesitated, "Uh hello? I was told by an officer Greeson that if I saw anything strange to call. We both just saw a flash near our area much like when Greeson left here as well as his master." A moment later a female voice came back. "Please identify yourself." "I am Trent Hartwell; I am the uncle of Johnathon and Lucie Hartwell." Trent responded a little befuddled. "Please stand by." The female voice responded. A moment later a beam shot out of the communicator, revealing a petite older woman. "I am Mary, the Palace A.I. Please recount what you saw." "I was hoping to tell Greeson or the Emperor." A slightly shocked Trent told Mary. Giving a slight sigh Mary started again. "Unfortunately, the Emperor is at the other side of the galaxy. As for Lieutenant Greeson, he was far more injured than any at first thought. He is for the moment recovering in the med bay." An even more shocked Trent and William Hartwell could only stare at each other. Just what in the hell was going on? This seemed to be an almost all-out war. Finally, Trent then William retold exactly what they had seen. Mary stood there taking in all that was said. It sounded very familiar though she had no hard data to go on at the moment. "I will report this to the Emperor as soon as possible. Though at the moment he is rather close to a field of interference. Thank you for the information." Mary said then the com went silent. "Well," Trent started, "It seems that we aren't the only ones having problems right now." _________________________________________________ General Norman had left not long after his daughter and Greeson. Walking to the nearest com he had the med bay prepare for them. When they were finally there he breathed a sigh of relief. Heading back to his duty station something was nagging at the back of his mind. The way that the pilot had spoken for one. For one who was just a pilot and nothing more, he seemed to have far more knowledge than Norman thought he should. Then there was the fact that her father had acted far more calm than he thought the man should have. Norman knew for a fact that the older man treasured his family. No, he should have been far more upset than he was. Something wasn't adding up here, that was for sure. The thing was, he'd only spent a few weeks at a time on Kimon's planet. Not really all that much time to glean anything at all about their craft or art as they called it. True he had seen a few things that many would call miracles. Shaking his head, it was only after the third brief visit that he earned their respect, plus nearly lost his life. A child had fallen on the roadway near him. Without even thinking, he'd stepped out grabbing the child getting it out of danger. Though he saved the child, he had been struck in the process. He awoke three days later bound in the foulest smelling bandages. Looking around he soon met the face of Isamu Sakuta plus several stately oriental males. Then he made the mistake of trying to sit up. Though the pain was intense, more than he'd had in a long time, he didn't make a sound promptly passing out. He awoke a day later bound in even more foul bandages. A female about his and Kimon's age was sitting nearby. Upon seeing him awake she slightly smiled, then said into her com, "Kare wa okite iru, chichioyadesu." (He is awake, Father) "Arigato musume." Came the reply. (Thank you daughter.) Looking back at Norman her smile disappeared. "We know that you are a great man. You did not have to prove it," here she bowed. Norman could only stare at her words. "After you gave us so much honor, you tried even injured to honor father and the council. Father was very impressed, as was the council. It is hoped that the healing bandages will restore you to health." Though he was in pain beyond belief, Norman had to try and speak. "Healing bandages?" He mumbled through the bandages that were covering almost all of his body, plus most of his face. The female's eyes were wide a moment then she slightly bowed to him. "Again, you set out to prove just how strong you are. As I stated before it is not necessary. Especially for one who has been as close a Tomodachi to Kimon Dempsy as you have been. I know that has been more than a trial." Norman tried to shrug then immediately regretted it, wincing as a slicing, hot, wave of pain washed over him. The female seeing it immediately applied another layer of foul smelling bandages. "You must try not to move again. These will only help if you remain still. You should put all your energy toward healing. It might get you out of here faster." The female moved to stand stopping only when Norman asked her a question. "You know much about me, I know nothing of you. Could I at least know the name of my nurse?" When she gave him a strange look, he had to think a moment. "The person who is helping me to heal a Nasu." "I am no Nasu. I am Onai Sakuta, it was an honor to help one as strong as you." The female stated then left. A few moments later the same Oriental bunch of males from before appeared. They were led by an older male that Norman again recognized as Isamu Sakuta. Sitting nearby the older male spoke. "Do not attempt to move young man. You have already shown us honor twice, though the second time was unnecessary. I understand that you are the close friend of Kimon Dempsy. Please do not attempt to talk. Yes, I can see that you are." In a low raspy voice Norman slowly said. "The female here before you, said it must be a trial to be his friend. Sir, I do not see it as such." Isamu Sakuta's eyes were wide, the man before him was obviously far stronger than they thought. "I know you have many questions, rest now, when you are better we will continue. Sleep now it will aid you" The older man passed a hand over Norman. Damn! He could swear he could feel an almost invisible blanket settle on him. Suddenly his body, mind and eyes felt so heavy. Fighting as hard as he could was to no avail, with sleep claiming him. It seemed as if two more days passed when he next awoke. Well, he thought he awoke, an angry looking Kimon was sitting by his Tamani. Where in the hell had he learned that? "This one was only supposed to be with us here. You were not to perform acts of a hero." Here Kimon bowed to Norman. "You are completely unaware what you have done, are you not?" "No," Norman stated his throat extremely dry. Kimon immediately held a small cup to Norman's lips. Kimon nodded his head, "you are being bestowed with an honorable position within my clan. It is not a high position, though it is a great honor to a Gaikoku hito, an outsider. Well," here Kimon smirked, "you were, welcome to the clan my Tomodachi, Ani." Norman shook his head at the sudden memory that he'd seemed to have forgotten or blocked. He had always wonder why he and Kimon were always honored when they went back the last two times. He still hadn't learned who the child was all those years ago. Hm, something to look into. Shaking his head, he sat at his desk trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Then it hit him after all these years. The female that had tended him, it had been Kimon's future bride! Holly shit! No wonder she had acted the way that she had. There was more there in his head, though for some reason it was still hidden, damn trying to get to it hurt his head. _______________________________________________________ Onboard Onai's ship an alarm was going off. Immediately Riku opened his com. A moment later Isamu Sakuta's image appeared, "It appears that the conditioning that he asked for is starting to fail. After all this time I would have thought that his mind was far stronger." The older man stated. "Father, according to the latest readings, it has increased to more than five times its strength. Isn't that were he wished it to be?" Riku asked. "It is, though he will have to be tested before the memory shield can be lifted. He showed more honor than many are capable off. To lose part of one's self to protect a whole culture. Even I, do not think I could accomplish what he has." The older man stated. "We may have to test him soon. It appears that he has already regained the day of the 'incident'." Riku said. The older man's features held a momentary look of worry. "Does it appear as if the shield is collapsing or merely parts crumbling?" "I will have to monitor him to make sure father. I cannot allow him to be released before he wished to be. I owe him that and very much more." Riku stated watching the readings labeled, Norman, Daniel memory shield. The older man nodded to Riku then his image was gone. _______________________________________________________ Not far from the remnants of the Tendraxian battle Derrick, Shelby, ship Shelby and Lucy had just picked up the fourteenth box. Lucy had just secured it when almost all the warning alarms went off. "Warning! Warning! An extremely large contingent of Delcron ships entering the galactic boundary. Now gathering information as well as count. Presently I am picking up well over sixty thousand ships. Beyond that I have no clear resolution. It appears the energy from the Tendraxian ships is still interfering with sensors." Shelby suddenly stated. "Shit!" Derrick shouted, "I thought we'd have more time than this. Is our proximity to the galactic edge the cause of their accelerated advance?" "No Derrick, it appears that they are almost as blind as we are sensor wise. Though I am afraid that the closer they get the more likely we will be seen. I am afraid that they have slightly better sensors than we do." Shelby said. "We need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. As close to the debris field as we are, that is going to take time." Derrick said with a sigh. Shaking his head, he turned to Shelby. "Let's get going, I haven't seen any other race with better sub-light. I don't want to take the chance that these just might." Both Shelby and Lucy nodded to Derrick as both ships started back toward the Imperial planet. "It appears that it will be another six hours before we can activate the trans-warp engines." Shelby conveyed to Derrick. Derrick groaned as he went to a console to study the readings that they had gotten from the Delcron ships. They had met a few races that were nowhere as high as they were. There was always the first though. Also, this was another empire, as hostile as the galaxy they came from was, he was sure they tried to stay as far ahead as possible. __________________________________________________ Only a few hundred thousand miles away the Delcron Emperor was pacing. They had halted, scanning everything as far as they could. Cursing he saw that a huge field of debris with the same energy signature was blocking all their scans. Nodding his head, it was as he thought, there was hardly anything recognizable of the tech thief fleet left. Well, as far as their scanners could reach. He was going to have them wait longer 'til he got a response from this new empire. Then he saw that, nothing was getting past the debris field. He'd checked with all the scientists to make sure they could transverse the field. Finally, he ordered them to move forward at a quarter speed. They had only advance a short time when there were two different energy signatures that suddenly left the area. They were fast, almost as fast as his ships. It shouldn't take long to catch them. Watching the reading the Emperor's mouth dropped open at the immense size of the two ships. If he could capture them they would strike fear into all their enemies. Then a clear scan came through as the Emperor smiled even bigger. So, he thought, two of the old harbinger of death ships were still around. A damn fine prize, though as he remembered his empire had lost a major battle to just ten of those ships. Though they might look weak, they had a lot of power. "Follow them, advise all ships not to engage." The Emperor ordered. "Sir?" His second asked perplexed. "There are only two of them, surely we have the numbers to..." "Look closely at those ships, recognize anything about them? Anything in our history?" The Emperor asked the entire bridge crew. An older crew member was almost off the bridge when they stopped and gasp at what they heard. "Sire?" The crew man asked. "Weren't those ancient harbingers of death ships almost unstoppable?" There was a myriad of gasps around the bridge, all heads snapped around to stare at the older crew member. The Delcron emperor was nodding his head. "If I recount correctly, only ten of those took out well over half our old fleet. I expected them to not have been upgraded, it appears that they have. Just those two are a force to be reckoned with. If the old tales are true? Just those two could decimate most of this part of the fleet." Again, there were gasps from most there on the bridge. A moment later a female gasp was added to the rest. "Father are you afraid to go to battle with them?" His daughter stated. "Afraid? Never, though cautious for the moment. It is one thing to enter a battle, for battle's sake. It is altogether another thing to act like a cub and blindly rush in. So, afraid no, cautious to engage with an enemy I know little of? Yes, if all holds true as the old tales say, we could lose a great deal if we rush in unprepared." The Delcron Emperor stated. "But father! Surely we have the superior..." The emperor's daughter started. "DIFINA!" The emperor roared at his daughter. "Do you wish to challenge for the throne? How dare you doubt my decisions! I can just as easily reduce you to a market vendor for a full planet time span. Remember how well both your brothers took to it. Your oldest brother should be released from imprisonment soon." Difina's eyes went wide then she lowered her head. "I withdraw all that I said to insult your rule father. I am just so anxious to catch that male. Even now my emotions are pushing all my strength to pursue him." The Emperor slowly nodded his head, the heat of mating. It was the only reason she wasn't incarcerated at the present moment. He remembered his last mate; her heat of mating had given her the strength to almost take his head off. Ah! Such fond memories! He'd have them follow as closely as they dared. At their present speed they should clear the debris field in only a few time units. Perhaps they might get through this without the battle, though he hoped that they wouldn't. Nothing got the blood and emotions going more than a good battle. _____________________________________________________ It was over two hours later onboard Tempro where both Kimison and Rayburn were about to add two gigabytes of data. They had gotten up after only another hour of sleep. They both had been going nonstop trying to get this new large packet ready. Taking a deep breath Kimison nodded to Rayburn as he started the data integration. "Even as fast as we are going, it's still going to take at least an hour." Rayburn nodded, "keep a close eye on the energy. I am ready at this end, with what you discovered we should have most of it by the end of the day." Kimison smiled as he started to adjust energy levels faster and faster. "After the first thirty minutes it won't need to adjust as much. At least with this first packet, most of the personality should be set. Then it can help more with the uploads." Rayburn was nodding as he also started to adjust faster and faster. Almost an hour later there was a steady beeping on the consoles. Both males smiled at each other when they saw the readout. Well, the first part was done, now to get the rest integrated. ________________________________________________________ On the Duke's planet Dempsy was finally through all of the men that were left to delay him. Forging ahead he saw that his prey didn't seem to be in a hurry, there was most certainly a trap not far ahead. He had almost caught them when, he started to detect another strong presence approaching his position from behind. The blood lust that had taken over his mind, had his senses to their upmost. A wry smile crossed his lips this would be over long before the other reached him. 'Til then he would have ample time to destroy this demon. Speeding up he soon broke into a wide clearing. There on the far side he could sense his prey. As he moved closer he was slightly startled when a ship launched, leaving the same scared, younger man from before. "Ah! I see that my peons slowed you to a pathetic crawl. Just enough for me to get the Duke away. Now, oh failed one, though you have restored your clan's honor, how will you yours?" The scared man laughed. In a low guttural voice Dempsey replied. "I will not as I will destroy you 'til nothing is left. I have accepted that I will go to Jigoku, as will you when I am finished." The scared man started to laugh pointing a finger at Kimon. "You make jokes even though you know that you are about to die. I was trained by the greatest martial artist. The absolute finest assassin, one that was far above your paltry skills. How one as dishonored as you beat her is a mystery. Today though, I will claim your head in revenge for her, for my mother!" A slight shock came to Kimon's eyes then the blood lust returned. It figured that the bastard offspring had survived.

0001 - Tempro 0403 - Johnathon 0003 - Conner- Thomas 0667 - Marco - Brown 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0778 - Jan 0098 - Lucy 0798 - Celeste - Shelby (human) 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) - Derrick 0908 - Tara - Mara 0125 - Lars 0999 - Zan 0200 - Ellen 1000 - Sherry - Lucie (for the moment) 0301 - Rodrick ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Both men looked at Mita expecting an explanation for her statement. An even bigger look of concern came over her features. Sighing she shook her head, she'd stayed quiet for too long. This was her child damn it! Not some random experiment. Mita looked at Gunter, "Do you remember what my name was before we married husband? I thought at first you weren't going to marry me; especially when you heard my last name." Gunther could only stare at Mita then said, "Yes I remember it was Aoki." Then Gunther shrugged as if the name meant nothing to him. A little relieved Mita turned to look at Derrick her fears returning at the look of shocked revelation on his face. "Dr. Hideo Aoki! I remember a little now. Father took me to see him. I seem to remember being very sick but not much else." Mita nodded then bowed slightly, "You are the first I have ever heard of remembering anything of that time. You were as I remember one of the first few cases that actually survived; the very first, of the first generation." Here Mita hung her head, "It is fortunate that you remember none of the pain. You screamed so, it was hard to take. I was so young at the time I didn't understand wha... what father was doing." "Your father!" Gunther shouted, finally remembering his father in law. Shaking his head he was beginning to feel stupid not recognizing the man. "Here I thought he was this nice older man!" Shaking his head again he tried to remember exactly what the man had been called. Suddenly his eyes went wide, "Doctor Death!" Mita hung her head nodding affirmative to her husband. But the look of disgust in his eyes shocked her the most. "I didn't know for the longest time. I remember hearing well muffled screams though at the time I didn't connect them with father." Here she turned to Derrick, "then I met you one day. After we talked for a bit I felt I had made a friend. The first true friend I ever had, and then you were gone." Derrick's eyes went wide as a memory flashed before his eyes. "Mi, Mi?" Derrick whispered as his body started to shake. "I remember you were younger than me. I made you a promise we'd see each other again." Turning his head away Derrick continued. "I'm sorry I was never able to keep that promise. Your friendship and the promise are what helped me through it all." "It appears that the Doctor was possibly responsible for the sudden deaths of thousands; both children and Adults." Mary interjected. "At the present time there are only about twenty cases that survived his administrations. You sire are in the best condition. Almost all of the first cases died, at present you are the only one of the first year, first generation that survived. That’s astonishing, to say the least Sire." "Sire?" Both Mita and Gunther said. "What in the hell is she on about?" Gunther asked. Mita had both her hands covering her mouth as she could only stare at Derrick. Then her eyes went wide as she slowly sank to her knees. "I'm sorry," she whispered bowing her head. "I accept what punishment you declare your majesty." Derrick groaned as he went to his knees in front of her touching her face. Gently pulling her chin up, he stared into her eyes. "Why are you sorry? It wasn't you it was your father plain and simple. Besides I think it was you that gave me the strength to live." Mita's eyes went wide as she tried to recoil from Derrick. "I could have stopped father I know it. Had I known and not been so stupid and childish." Mita said tears slowly falling from her eyes. Derrick shook his head, "Don't be so sure. As I remember your father was deep into all of it at the time. A few years later yes, though not I think, at the first." Mita was slowly nodding her head then she looked at the visage of Mary. "May I hug my friend? I recognize you so I don't want to do anything to alarm you." "I will allow it as I have scanned you when I came here." Then she turned to Derrick, "that is Sire, if you allow it." Derrick's face wore a look of irritation then he sighed. "I will always allow it, like her husband and the others I trust her." Mita's eyes went wide as a look of shock spread across her face. "You trust me?" Further shock seemed to take over her whole body as she sat there only able to stare at Mary and Derrick. A wide smile was on Derrick's face as he reached out grabbing Mita in a bear hug. "As I said it was your father not you. Though I see that you, yourself went into the medical field. You met the Lieutenant when we were in the republic wars?" Mita nodded, "He was brought in with a weapon injury to his leg." Here she turned to Gunther. "You never said how you got that either. You think you could order him to tell me Sire?" Again, Derrick groaned though not as bad as before. Turning toward Gunther he smiled wide again as he said, "It was Rayburn and Kimison wasn't it?" A huge look of shock appeared on his face as he could only nod. "It was right after our first year of the Republic campaign. I think you were gone at the time. They started arguing about lord knows what, as they always seemed to when you weren't there. Sergeants Norman and Jimison jumped in to try and separate them. They had both pulled weapons when I jumped in. I managed to wrestle the weapons from them or thought I had when one discharged." A smirk crossed Mita's face, "We all thought that the wound was self inflicted. Considering the close range to his..." here Mita got embarrassed. "Uh... private parts." Here she looked at Gunther with a true look of love. "Most would be screaming in pain. Not Gunther, he lay there as I applied all the salves and burn creams. I think, I think that was the day I fell for him." "Yeah, I remember that, were you trying to be a hero or something?" Came Norman's voice from behind them. "As I remember you still kicked both their asses even with that wound. I thought you were going to shoot them, hell I would have. You gained a hell of a lot of respect from the both of us that day." Jimison said as Both Mita and Gunther turned to see both men leaning against the wall. Gunther's mouth dropped open as he stared at both of his friends. Both who were supposed to be dead, dead for a few years now. "You... you are both dead. I saw the video of you being blown into space. I saw you gunned down by Republic troops." Both men smiled then they nodded to Derrick. "Well actually," Derrick started. "They are dead to their time. I..." "Sire? I think she is waking up." Mary drew up close to Shelly as her eyes flicked open. "Hello little one. Feeling better?" Shelly nodded as she reached up to Mary to pull herself up. Shelly's eyes went wide as her hand passed through Mary. Motioning Mary down, she whispered low to Mary. Mary's eyes went large as she went to Mita. "Is she alright? I've been afraid that the delay codes I used were being ignored by the nanomites. Damn if father didn't make these more complex than the first set." Mita said. Interesting Mary thought as she ran another scan of Shelly then was nodding. "What were the codes? I wish to see if I can slow them further. The shock I administered will only last a week. Then I am afraid she will be where she was again. Though I think a week without the seizures will be good." "Yes! Anything to help, Mary. Please just save her I thought father was helping her then this started. If he were still alive he could easily stop this. I wish I had been able to save more of his notes that I had." Mita told Mary. With that Mita told Mary all the codes that she had including all of those that were incomplete. "What did she say? Mita indicated Shelly." Mary got a strange look on her face as she said. "She said she wanted to sit up. When her hands passed through me she giggled a bit. It was then she told me she was sorry then she called me the see through lady. Strange though I have never been called that, it is true. I am after all a hologram." Mita smiled as she recalled the other hologram’s reaction. Mary went through all the codes then compared all of them to those that Tempro had gotten from Derrick. Interesting she thought they were almost identical. From what she saw what Mita had done was probably the only thing that had saved the little girl. Looking further she began to find certain events that had caused the premature activation of the nanomites. Mary turned toward Derrick as she was running the codes. "Sire? I am receiving a transmission from the Empress. Apparently she is upset that you haven't contacted her as of yet." Derrick swallowed hard remembering the last time Shelby had back handed him to the deck. "Open a channel Tempro." Derrick directed. A moment later a hologram of Shelby appeared. "Why in the hell are you at the imperial planet? I've that piss ant Risen in a cell. I want IT gone! When..." "I'll be there as soon as I can. Shelby was damaged helping to boost Tempro's double IMT. It was being interfered with by the ripalon energy at the old ship yards. I blame myself." Here Derrick hung his head. "I..." "Damn it Derrick! Don't start this self destruction again! I had a hard enough time getting you out of it last time. Unless of course you like being face down on the deck? I'm sure I could arrange for you to experience it again!" Shelby said a little wicked smile crossing her lips. Derrick held up his hands in defeat, shaking his head she was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Shit as of yet he'd only seen her slightly upset. Full out angry? Here Derrick shuddered, no thank you! "How damaged was Shelby? I take it she blew out her complete IMT system?" Shelby asked then gasp when she saw Derrick nod then lower his head. "My god! You almost lost her didn't you? MARY! Check his entire nervous system! Is he operating at full capacity?" Shelby asked. Mary's stunned look was quickly replaced by concern as she rapidly started scanning Derrick for the next five minutes. "I am finding several healed burns and cuts since the last time I saw the Emperor. I am also detecting plasma burns from the regen matrix of an EIG. Sire you went into an EIG when there was an active Matrix? Again I have to ask you, Sire do you wish to die? That is one of the most dangerous things you have ever done!" "So he's healing well," turning toward Derrick Shelby told him sternly, "I expect a full report!" Then her hologram flickered as several alarms went off. "WHAT!!? Get here soon Derrick. It appears that Risen has escaped! Celeste start scans, find him!" Then the hologram vanished. Gunther laughed a moment, "'Bout like being a father isn't it? Least it sounds like it to me." Derrick could only shake his head as he went to a console. Typing as fast as he could he smiled when he started to get results. The travel into the past had been eye opening that was for sure, most certainly informative if nothing else. It was several hours later that Mary began to formulate several new codes. These she was sure would allow Shelly to develop further without the seizures. Appearing before Derrick, Mary stated, "I believe I have working codes for little Miss Shiloh. It was far easier than with those that you have." "Alright inform Mita and Gunther. Tell them I'll be there as soon as possible." Derrick told her as he turned back to his console typing at a blurry speed. Mary's eyes were suddenly wide as she read what Derrick was typing. "Are you sure Sire? Though it is you I cannot implement this without her or her parent’s consent." "I know, that's why I am adding all that I can for you to work with. These codes I believe in junction with what you have will make it easier. Though I agree it is ultimately their decision I won't do anything to hurt her." Mary had tears in her eyes as she looked at Derrick. The man truly was a great leader it made her feel fantastic to be serving a man like him. Almost an hour later Derrick appeared in the med bay. Shuddering he just hoped he never had to come here again as a patient! "Thank you sorry I was delayed. Mary has managed to develop the rest of the codes that you didn't have Mita. I have poured over those trying to find anything that I could. I believe I have found a solution, one that I could actually turn them completely off" "No!" Mita suddenly shouted. "You can't! They are the only thing that is keeping her alive. Much as it was for you. The disease that the both of you had is that deadly. It took many years for the nanomites to completely destroy it in you, Sire. It's only been a year for her; she is well yes, though if she loses them then I am afraid she wouldn't last more than a week." Derrick with a fear stricken face turned to Mary for confirmation. "It appears she is right sire. The nanomites are keeping an extremely deadly, and aggressive strain of pyogenes influenza at bay in her body. I have scanned your body seeing that as of ten years ago it was completely eradicated from your system." Derrick nodded as he lowered his head. "I could have killed her. Mary, delete all the adjustments that I made." Mita came to Derrick hugging him tightly. "It is alright Sire, you only had the best intentions. Unlike my father when he worked on you." "Still I should have taken all factors into account before I started in on all of these codes." Here Derrick's head dropped. "I could never hurt that precious little girl." Mita had tears in her eyes as she was nodding at Derrick. Gunther came up and wrapped his arms around Mita as she pulled him tighter to her. "Thank you Sire, at least now she might have a chance at a normal life." "We'll soon see if the codes that I have work as well as I think they will." Mary told all three of them. "Here's to hoping." Gunther said as they all awaited what the results of what Mary was doing. "I have more than hope that she can do it Lieutenant. I've seen far more often than not, that she does know what she's doing." Derrick told the others. ‘I hope you do,’ Derrick thought as he looked at the relaxed face of Shelly. ________________________________________________________________________ Shelby was scrambling from console to console as were Kimison and Rayburn. "I've got nothing on the shorter wave lengths." Shelby reported. "Going through the mid range as of yet no anomalies. Still scanning to confirm." Kimison said as he was finally glued to a console. "Already on the higher wave lengths. Celeste can you boost the resolution on the upper most bands?" Rayburn asked as he stared at something he wasn't sure of. A steady beeping alerted them all to the fact that the sensors had picked something up. "I've got something moving away at standard speed toward the planet. Energy configuration the same as that of the Taiolan ships that we fought. Son of a bitch!" Shelby looked at what Rayburn was seeing. Then her eyes got large as she turned to Celeste. "Open a channel! All ships open fire on the following coordinates! Sector two A, three. Five zero point five-five by four zero, three five! Sorry Derrick." Shelby said under her breath she would be damned if that ass escaped without a fight from her! Suddenly the darkness was lit as up ten ships opened fire toward the same point. There was a titanic flash as all eleven beams struck the shields of the small ship that was just entering the atmosphere. "What in the hell is going on!" The Duke was screaming at those on board. "I demand to know..." the Duke started when the man he'd yelled at chopped him lightly across the throat. "You are not the leader I am! I suggest that you shut the hell up while we try to land this. Our shields are damn good though not against the power of ten of those ships!" The new leader growled at the Duke shoving the Duke against the wall. Crumpling the Duke looked at the man with dagger like looks. "Any particular place you want to land?" The leader growled at the Duke. Grabbing his throat the Duke tried to speak then sighed. Pointing to a small building on the other side of the planet "Damn it!" They all heard Conner curse a moment later. "Empress we hit them. Problem is it wasn't a direct hit! Son of a... sorry Empress I HATE missing! Permission to blast the shi... crap out of where they land?" "Denied. There may be innocents there. I don't want to risk killing anymore than I have to. The people of this planet have been through enough as it is." Shelby told a crestfallen Conner. ‘Damn it Derrick,’ she thought, ‘I need you here!’ ________________________________________________________________ Derrick was waiting with baited breath for Mary to go through the last of her tests before she started. In the mean time he watched as Shiloh. Grant, Jimison, and Norman got reacquainted with each other. Shaking his head it was hard to believe all this started a year ago with a dream. Smiling as he remembered a naked Shelby and his self within the dream. Damn he thought all he and she had been through it was a wonder neither of them weren't dead yet. "Sire?" Came Mary's voice breaking him out of his rumination. "I believe I am ready to start." Turning toward Gunther and Mita she stated. "I am going to try the idle command first. It is a more advanced form of what you used Mrs. Shiloh. I will keep the commands active that keep her alive fighting the disease." Mita was nodding to all that Mary was saying, "Thank you Mary. Thank you for giving her a chance to be a normal little girl." Mary nodded to Mita and Gunther then looked at Derrick who nodded. As she started she was constantly monitoring Shelly as the codes were transmitted. "I have administered the first set. I am receiving conformation of reception of the codes. Now sending second set. Awaiting code reception confirmation. I... oh dear." Mary suddenly said. Derrick flew to the console as he looked at what Mary was seeing. "Damn it! I was afraid that! Your father had another set of codes for anything like this second set. Mita was there anything that you can remember about executive codes? Without them I'm afraid there's no way to set exactly what we want. We also can't guarantee that they will stay idle 'til she reaches adulthood." Mita was looking at Derrick with a look of horror after all they had done. To come this far to fall short at the very last second! Panicked a moment, Mita had been racking her brain for a few minutes when she remembered something her father had said. [My little Mita always remember this. When things seem bad, when all else fails, Never be sad, Like wind in sails, it always tends, to return joy, as will your friend, the lonely boy. Derrick] Mita stared at Derrick her mouth hanging open. In a small whispering voice she repeated the rhyme to Derrick whose eyes grew wider by the second. "Oh my god!" Derrick said as he fell to his knees. "The lost boy poem! Your father used to repeat it every day! Mary, try the code word Derrick!" Derrick said not believing that Hideo had used his name as a code. "I am receiving conformation of acceptance of the code word. All nanomites have gone into standby mode for all operations other than attacking the disease and keeping her healthy." Mary said as she continued to monitor the now mostly inert nanomites. Derrick was nodding when Tempro appeared. "Sire it's the Empress, I'm afraid she's very distressed." "Shit! Put her on!" Derrick said afraid that something worse had happened. "Derrick!" Shelby said as soon as she came on. "I need you here as soon as you can. The Duke escaped it seems with the help of the Taiolan sect. I can't order a full out attack of the planet. Even as Empress, I don't have that much power. Only you do, I know you've just gotten back but the empire needs its leader as badly as I need my husband." Derrick looked at Shelby's worried look then nodded. "Now Tempro!" A mere three seconds later they were pulling into orbit around the Duke's planet. "Now transferring command to Tempro temporarily." Derrick said as he sat in the command chair. A moment later a message came to his wrist comp. "I know Shelby, I just want you to be whole again. How long..." Derrick started to ask when the message appeared. "Ok I see at least another five days on everything. It will be good to see you again." "It's good to see you back sir." Thomas said as the hologram of him appeared. Then his mouth dropped open as he was staring at his long lost friends. "Sir? You got all of them didn't you? Thank god finally real people to talk to!" Thomas almost shouted. "Still being a trouble maker I see aren't you David?" Norman said as he smiled at him. "Hey! You said you'd never mention that! Besides the commander..." Thomas started to say "What, knew that the both of you got thrown in the brig for a day. I believe it has something to do with a certain officer's daughter. Ok so I didn't know!" Derrick said with a smirk. Derrick sat and listened as first Shelby, and then Conner told Derrick what had happened. Derrick nodded then opened up a channel. Dempsy? Greeson? Was it the sect?" Dempsy appeared with Greeson. "Yes Sire, though no where the skill of any of those that we met on the last planet we fought them on." Dempsy scanned all the men that were with Derrick his eyes falling on Norman. Turning to look at Greeson Dempsy shook his head. "Sire If I may ask?" "Yes Colonel, go ahead." Derrick said with a nasty wicked smile on his face. Oh course this made Dempsy groan. Sighing Dempsy continued. "Have you told him?" Dempsy said indicating Norman. Derrick followed Dempsy's eyes, nodding no. "I'd rather it stayed that way 'til such time as I can arrange a meet." "It is as you wish you majesty!" Dempsy said bowing all the way to the floor making Derrick groan this time. "Alright touché Colonel." Derrick said with a grin as he clicked off. "Is everything alright?" All four of the men before him asked. "No, though I think it will be soon. This is one battle I'm afraid that none of you can join. Then again..." Derrick started as he thought of possible uses for each man. Risen and the rest of the sect men had finally gotten the secured door open. Stepping inside the Duke smiled at the smaller version of the control center that had been in his castle. Switching on several pieces of equipment he smiled more. This was what his grandfather had held off a fleet of invaders with. Let that bastard fake come! He'd be ready this time.

A part of this chapter was inspired by an idea that Baron Rod and I collaborated on late one night after he read Chapter 7 I thought it added quite a bit to the story --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shelby had engaged the hyper-drive as soon as she could, almost immediately 2 of the remaining Ranger ships gave chase. "Status Shelby," Derrick asked groaning trying to sit up and get off the bio-bed. "At present we have 2 of the remaining 3 operative First Class Ranger ships giving chase; I estimate that we will be out of their sensor range in 25 minutes 33 seconds." Shelby reported. "DERRICK!" Shelby yelled, "you are still too unstable to attempt to stand. Please rest 'til such time the bio-bed has allowed you to exit." Derrick grumbled but lay back down, watching as they quickly out distanced the following ships. "Are you picking up any transmissions from the Rangers?" Derrick asked. "Yes Derrick, apparently the commanding officer of the ship that fired on us has been taken into custody." Shelby reported. "They are trying to speculate as to who we are, no one has said anything, and they are still calling us an extremely fast ship, attacked without provocation. Apparently they are preparing an apology for us for the offense, and that no charges will be brought up against us." The mouth of the Shelby hologram dropped open. "They want us to come to the Republic capital for it." Derrick growled, there was no way in hell that he was EVER going near that den of iniquity again. Shelby noticed that Derrick's heart rate and pulse had increased. "Derrick, are you alright? I am detecting your heart beating faster and massive amounts of adrenaline being released by your body." Shelby asked a little afraid. "I will be Shelby; the Capital is a place I want to never be in or near ever again." Derrick spit out his anger growing more by the second. "I was disgraced through the streets when I refused to re-enlist; I was their greatest hero 'til I refused to kill for those asinine pricks anymore. If I could I'd destroy the entire city and every THING that claims to be alive there." For a moment, Shelby was shocked at the sudden burst of anger from Derrick, but then she remembered the many atrocities that she had seen in Derrick's head. Most by the other Republic troops, Derrick had tried to keep his self out of it to no avail. No wonder Derrick's anger is so great she thought, those were horrible things that he and his men had been forced to do. Sighing she wondered how Derrick had stayed sane in all that time, how he had managed to remain a decent person. It would be several hours before the bio-bed was going to release him, Derrick decided to get an update. "Shelby, any word from Conner?” He asked. "The last I had from him was that he'd arrived at the point the others were and was tri-angling our position, though we are almost 1/10 of the way to where he left the others. I estimate it will take 6 days, 10 hours 30 minutes to get there." Shelby reported. ”I am afraid that taking the first 2 might have over taxed his trans-warp generators. We may have to reach them with hyper-drive, though I am anxious for all of us to be together." Derrick admitted. "As am I Derrick. As weak as the others were, they are so defenseless out there; even Conner is only 50% with his weapons. If he has lost trans-warp then it will indeed be some time 'til we are reunited. I estimate it will be another 35 hours 15 minutes 20 seconds 'til my own trans-warp is operational." Shelby sadly said. Nodding Derrick went through the reports and damage reports of Shelby's systems. Derrick had been studying her system schematics for almost an hour when he began to get an idea. "Shelby can you generate any Critela particles at all?" He asked. "Calculating now, also running diagnostics. It appears that I can produce a small amount of the particles, but I cannot sustain them for a prolonged period." Shelby answered. "Query Shelby," Derrick asked. "If you release the Critela into your trans-warp generators, at 1 minute intervals, I am seeing a chance to increase re-gen of the generators by 33%." "Calculating now, yes I am seeing a 32.9% increase in re-gen of generators. Though this plan of action has great merit I can only produce the particles every minute for an hour, then I would need 30 minutes to start the process again. Under these conditions the re-gen time would be reduced from 35 hours, 10 minutes, 29 seconds to 24 hours, 3 minutes, 33 seconds." Shelby replied. "Alright," Derrick sighed, "it will have to do, we need to re-establish contact with Conner and the others. Shelby I want you to call all of them on every frequency you can that won't alert the Rangers or others to their and our location. The hologram of Shelby's eyes grew wide; this was something she hadn't even thought of. If they were monitoring as she thought they should be, then there was a greater chance of contacting them. Shelby began the long process of cycling through all the frequencies sending out a message that only the others would understand and reply to. Finally, an hour later the bio-bed released Derrick, finally able to get up he started to go through all the readings he had on Conner the last time he'd seen him. A few minutes later, he saw what he thought he might. The strain of taking the first 2 had once again damaged his generators. Damn it Derrick thought, I'm going to have to apologize to him when I see him again, I just hope that my impatience didn't get him destroyed again. It was only a few minutes later that Shelby got a response to all her calls. "Derrick!" Shelby called to him, "I've got a response from Conner and Lucy!" "Let's hear it," Derrick told her. "Primary, Shelby it is good to hear that you are both well. It was almost as you feared Primary the strain was too much, only moments after I emerged with Lucy my trans-warp failed. I am sorry I have failed you Primary," Conner apologized. "No, it is I who put you in danger Conner, Shelby and I should have trans-warp within a day. I am sorry I pushed you to that maneuver, losing your trans-warp twice in 5 days, it is a bit much." Derrick said. "Oh no Primary, it is an honor to do everything I can for you, please sire, allow me to serve you again as soon as I can." Conner begged. Derrick was a little shocked then looked over at Shelby who was hiding her face turned away. "Shelby, I want to know right now," Derrick said as soon as Conner was gone. "What have you found out? I want to know everything NOW!" Derrick ordered. Shelby straightened up at the authority that was in his voice, then she sighed all the fears that she'd had before resurfaced. "Yes Derrick," Shelby said sadly. "Over a week ago I took a bit of your DNA. I was starting to have suspicions as to your identity. Too many things coincided with the stories we had heard about the cousin of the emperor that had been hidden and the circumstances surrounding you and your family." "Alright I'm with you so far," Derrick said. "Since I do not have all the Ribonucleic acid sequences that I needed to run proper tests on your DNA, I contacted the Palace A.I." Shelby said becoming more and more fearful. "Go on," Derrick prompted her. "Mary, the Palace A.I. sent me the proper RNA sequence, telling me exactly how to do the test." Shelby said her lip quivering. "Ok, so did you find anything?" Derrick said though, for some reason, he had a feeling he knew what Shelby was going to reveal. "When I contacted her the second time I had the results but was confused by them, though Mary soon cleared them up." Shelby said. Derrick had been nodding most of the way through the conversation but now sat up his own curiosity now peeked. "What was Mary's take on what you had found?" Derrick asked. Sighing Shelby stated, “Mary said that there was a 95.333% probability that you are a descendant of the Imperial line, the only one she has seen in 200 years. I also advised her that I took you DNA without your permission, that you might be angry with me." Here Shelby lowered her head as tears fell from her eyes. "I am so sorry Derrick; I had to find out, I am sorry I took it without your permission." For a few moments there was only the sound of Shelby sobbing in the control room. "Shelby," Derrick said softly, "why would I be angry at you? I did ask you to find out what you could. However, for the moment this news is a little disturbing. Do you have the power to contact Mary?" Derrick asked. Shelby looked up shock apparent on her face. "Yes I do Derrick, though I can't guarantee that it will be a very clear transmission." "It's alright; I need to do this before we do anything else." Derrick said a look of concentration on his face. Shelby started to tune to the extremely high frequency for Mary, “Palace A.I., this is EIG-0101F code alpha-339, beta-229, delta-119, gamma-009, omega-stop. Subject of test wishes to speak to you." This time there were several minutes before she was finally answered. "EIG-0101F, code alpha-339, beta-229, delta-119, gamma-009, omega-stop, again confirmed. Thank you Shelby I have been anxious to speak to your Primary Derrick." Mary replied. Derrick stepped up and cleared his throat; he had to get this right, just like his grandfather had told him. "Hello Mary, I was told that if I ever spoke to a Mary dealing with the palace I was to recite this.” "Please continue," Mary stated. "Mary, I am Derrick O'Toma descendant of Thomas Tomalley, Alpha-010A beta-020b, delta-030d, gamma-030ga, Omega-050oo2, confirm." Derrick said. "Derrick O'Toma, Alpha-010A beta-020b, delta-030d, gamma-040ga, Omega-050oo2, confirm. Section 1 complete, I await section 2 confirmation." Mary said though Derrick could hear the excitement in her voice. "I was told to wait a day before giving section 2 confirmation, at present I should have all but Imperial access. I need you to start collecting all the information you can, to start taking down all those that will oppose the ascension of the new emperor." Derrick said trying to repeat everything his grandfather had told him. "It will be as you wish my lord, 'til tomorrow unless you have further orders for me." Mary said happily. Smiling a moment Derrick could think of a million things he'd like her to do but they were just things that wouldn't really help in the coming days. "No not at this time, but please have all defenses ready I want everything checked and rechecked I fear there was a traitor or two in the court. I fear that there may be sabotage to your systems." Derrick ordered. Mary was shocked a moment but started to check, "it will be done sire." "When I call to confirm, let me know what you have found, then I can help you deal with them." Derrick said. "It will be as you say sire, I eagerly await the second half of the royal code." Mary said happily switching off. Derrick had to sit down though he'd been almost expecting something like this; it still came as a shock that all the crazy shit his grandfather had spouted actually, was in fact the truth. Tears threatened to cloud his eyes; grandfather, I am so sorry for ever doubting you thank you for taking the time to tell me all the stories you had. Shelby herself was in shock not only did her primary know the royal code but also was part of the imperial line. Then it hit her that she was going to lose him, he was the next emperor and wouldn't have time to be on the ship anymore. Already she'd found 3 sabotaged parts of her systems only 2 she'd been able to disarm. Mary continued on the rest of the day running over all her systems, in all she'd found 103 sections of her programming that had been set for deletion of which she could only remove 93. Upon completion of a second pass with a newer program, not many knew of, she found another 50, here though she had more success removing 49 of them. Although angered at first she smiled at the fact that Derrick had shown that great of concern for her. Thinking for a moment she remembered the ancient recording she had, re-opening it she soon found the program that had been sent to her. Playing the recording again she started the program feeling it run through her system cleaning all of the adverse programming out of her, plus it added a few healthy upgrades that she loved the feeling of. Derrick got a shivering feeling again, thinking of the things his grandmother had told him. Derrick finally had the head set adjusted that there was no danger to use it and though he desired the rest of the files, he was still a little afraid to use it. "Shelby," he said having finally made up his mind. "I need to gather the last of the files in your library, with all the improvements we've made it should be completely safe." "Though I know you desire more knowledge, I am still afraid that you might overload again." "Shelby I have to, there are still too many unanswered questions that I have, that neither you or your brothers and sisters can answer. Besides with you there to monitor me I should be more than safe enough." Derrick said trying to convince himself as well as Shelby. "I realize that Derrick, but if you are injured than I would be guilty of killing or letting die the last Emperor. I'm not sure I could survive with that knowledge." Shelby was almost whispering. "Show me all the information you got from the Ranger ships after we lost them, I also want updates, I want to know if they are still going to pursue us." Derrick ordered. "Yes Derrick I will continue to monitor their frequencies," Shelby replied. Derrick started the arduous task of wading through all the reports, hmmmm Derrick thought, Joseph Hartwell now where have I heard that name before? Then suddenly it hit him! Little Joey! That scrawny kid that had been in his group, well I'll be damned Derrick thought, he made it all the way to a commanding position! Laughing a moment Derrick read the report Joseph sent in. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After Action Report 3155-11H-122 Ranger Squadron 11H Capt. Joseph Hartwell, Commanding Due to heavy energy discharges detected in the sector, RS-11H was dispatched to investigate. While we were assessing the destruction of an unidentified force, an outlying Fourth Class ship noticed a vague sensor anomaly. This anomaly had been noted previously at other encroachment detections and also from random ships on standard patrol. Ordering the majority of RS-11H to be under the command of First Class Ranger Ship Brotherhood and to continue investigate the local battle aftermath I took my Flagship Comrade and three other First Class Ranger ships to investigate the anomaly. If whatever the anomaly was had destroyed the unidentified encroachment, I did not want any lighter ships accompanying us as they would be mere target practice for the anomaly if it proved hostile and I did not want to lose ships and men. We approached at standard speed and were approximately 11 hours away when the anomaly began to grow harder to acquire. I ordered an increase in speed. As we approached, the anomaly not only grew harder to see but also appeared to grow smaller. We had the anomaly almost in close sensor scan when it went into hyper-space. The anomaly fell back into normal space moments later. We shifted course to intercept. First Class Ranger Ship Fellowship was leading our formation, when, and without orders, opened fire on the anomaly. Response was instantaneous and massive, followed immediately by another salvo, which overtook the first salvo and detonated it approximately 50 miles from the Fellowship. This was close enough to cause Fellowship to go into complete system shutdown due to the extremely massive EMP burst. Casualties aboard were comparatively light with well over 75% uninjured. There were no fatalities. We were close enough at this time to ascertain that the anomaly was apparently a powerful ship of unknown configuration. It re-entered hyper-space. 2 of the remaining ships, Fraternity and Camerilla, gave chase. The strange ship was far faster than was expected. We soon lost it. My Flagship remained behind to facilitate extraction of Ranger personnel from the derelict Fellowship. The Commanding officer was placed in custody in the brig of my Flagship for his unauthorized use of force. An hour later both sister ships returned having soon lost the strange ship. Almost all scans of the strange ship were reflected back at the ships, it was estimated that the ship was over 3 miles in in length. This ship is far larger than anything previously detected; at present Command hasn't issued any orders regarding action toward the ship in question. From the reports I have received, the ship was also covered in well over 80% of its hull in what appeared to be a vast variety of weapons, no confirmation of this can be found, as all pictures taken were blank. An earlier report of the taking of 20 pirate ships had each of the crews saying that they were taken out with ease by a ship described as very similar to the reported ship. At present, I personally, am hoping this is a secret weapon the Ranger force is developing to help finally clean the pirate nests that have been growing in the further sections of the Republic. If it is not one of ours then I make note that its actions toward the Rangers are hostile only when fired upon and even then showed restraint. I am also praying that this ship will side with the Rangers in the coming offenses. The taking of the twenty pirate ships is the largest Ranger offensive to date, one can only hope the unknown ship won't decide the Ranger force is hostile and take action as such. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Derrick could see Shelby giggling about what he'd just read, Derrick had to admit it was partially true. Though there were a great many friends among the Rangers, Derrick didn't think he could actually bring his self to kill any of them. They had been traveling 23 hours when several alarms went off. Imminent collision alert? "Shelby report!" Derrick yelled as he was running for the command deck. "I am detecting a siphoning energy net; it appears to be manned by some of the same ships comparable to the first twenty we encountered." Shelby stated. "You mean pirates! Are we in danger?" Derrick asked. "Not as yet, we use a different type of energy but I am also detecting an energy switch. They might be able to adjust and damage part of our hyper-drive." Selby advised. "Ok, target both ships producing the net and see if we can disable it. Wait; fire one burst then fire a second of a different energy signature." Derrick instructed. Shelby's eyes got large as she could see what Derrick was trying to do. Firing the first salvo it was as Derrick thought absorbed by the net, though they couldn't see the second salvo tailing closely behind the second. Striking the first ship, it immediately went dark; the second didn't fare as well. The entire rear of the ship was destroyed as the blast sliced through the hull. Derrick would have felt bad except he knew what the pirates would have done had they gotten ahold of Shelby though as he knew most of them would have died taking her. "Derrick, I am receiving a lower frequency message from someone who claims to be the leader of this pirate clan. Should I even bother to answer him?" Shelby asked. Derrick was about to tell her no when he got an idea, they wanted to screw with him? Fine he could screw with them as well. "I want distorted audio only Shelby," there was a moment of static then they heard the message. "To the crew of the magnificent ship that just destroyed my energy net with ease, join us we could become rich with the power of your ship." The voice said. "Uh huh, and what pray tell would be in it for me? You sound like Republic lap dogs, for god’s sake grow a set and quit helping those piss ants." Derrick answered getting readings as to which ship belonged to the leader. "You son of a bitch! Destroy him!" All the ships opened fire; Derrick could only shake his head, Idiots! "Ok Shelby, target all their engines first, then their weapon systems." Derrick ordered. Shelby giggled as twin beams shot out hitting each ship with almost pin point accuracy. Amid the screams and shouts, there were of course the threats. Derrick opened a channel to the leader, "next time asshole, think before you take on a ship you aren't even half as powerful as. Tell the others in prison they will have even more company soon. That is if they survive, I'm tired of turning you over to the Rangers, I should destroy you here and now, no muss no fuss." There was a sudden overwhelming begging and pleading coming from every ship, Derrick laughed that ought to make more than a few give up pirating. "Shelby," Derrick sighed, "Inform the Rangers; tell them they have another gift, 15 more ships. Also tell them a pirate clan leader is among those disabled." A slight smile on her face Shelby sent the message then pulled away far enough to watch. An hour later, several second class Ranger ships dropped out of hyper-space. "Derrick I have 70% light shield but I am afraid they might be able to detect me. We still have 55 minutes 30 seconds before trans-drive is active. I started cycling the engines already so as soon as they are ready we can depart." Shelby stated. They stayed the entire time, though Derrick was sure they had been detected 20 minutes after the Rangers arrived. Onboard the lead ship, the Plymouth, the science officer started to notice an anomaly 60 miles away. When he asked that they check it out, he was told to go back to work and not mention it again. The young officer noticed that his commanding officer was very tight lipped about it. Shrugging the young officer continued to take readings but found most of his scans were reflected back at him. Thinking a moment he remembered hearing something about this, where was it? Yeah! The academy! It wasn't a defense per say but the type of metal the ship was made of. Quickly he switched scans; this was caught immediately by Shelby who adjusted for it. "Derrick I think someone might be on to us I'm not sure, I am detecting a scan specifically for us. I have already adjusted but I advise protective cover." Shelby advised. "Alright let's go." Fuck, Derrick thought, no more watching, that was close.

Light shone off the gleaming black skin of the ship. Over 3 miles long, it had been one of a new race of living A.I. ships engineered to guard the vast Imperial boundary territory. For 800 years the small fleet of fast, sleek ships protected the empire. Many enemies had perished attempting to enter and take the empire. Though the fleet slowly died, the greatest of them was never defeated nor was she ever badly injured. Finally 2 of the 3 remaining empire guardians were destroyed, defending the borders. It has been a glorious battle, she'd fought bravely destroying the rest of the invaders after the last of her compatriots had exploded. Her rage knowing no bounds, as she took out the last 200 ships. Her crew reported the victory and the destruction of 2 of the last 3 remaining elite ships. The Emperor personally congratulated them, telling them to await transfer and replacement. That had been 200 years ago. The ship lovingly called Shelby by all her crews, began to grow lonely after the last of her crew died 50 years later. 50 years afterward she sent a message on the Imperial net for assistance. Confused when she received no reply, she hoped for recall. Soon however, she began to hunt for a biological humanoid to question, to get the answers she so desperately craved. Derrick O'Toma looked over the readings, stretching his 6'2'' body. This salvage run had to be the worst. Brushing his sandy brown hair from the scar on his cheek, and from his light brown eyes, he sighed, sitting back in the command chair. What the hell did the company expect? Out here? There hadn't been anything out here since the last 2 of the elite living ships of the old empire were destroyed. Damn, he'd loved to have gotten his hands on one of those old ships, there hadn't been anything like them in over 1000 years. Too bad the last emperor had such a great distrust of the ships. Derrick felt that they were what had helped keep the empire as great as it was for so long. Bored, Derrick set the sensors on auto sweep, adjusting the ships controls to react to anything detected. Getting up, he went to lay down, cursing his luck for having drawn this run. He'd just lain down, when he heard a voice, at least he thought he heard a voice. Looking around he shook his head, returning to the control cockpit, he opened the computer com. "Computer," Derrick said a little annoyed. "Online, awaiting orders," came the monotone, mechanical voice. "Scan ship, query, are there any other life forms on board besides my self?" Derrick asked. "Working," it stated, after 5 minutes it answered, "Analysis complete, no other life forms on board besides Captain Derrick." Shaking his head, Derrick decided that the 5 weeks out here alone were starting to get to him. Lying back down, Derrick felt his eyes close, God he was tired, a little metal, a few circuits not even worth the trip. Huh? Derrick thought this was an unusual dream, as a gray mist area stretched in front of him. A voice came from somewhere far away in the mist. Derrick thought. He felt a sudden rush, then a beautiful, blonde, green eyed, slender, naked woman was standing in front of him. Derrick could only stare at her perfect appearing body. Derrick thought, Blushing a bit when he realized he was also naked, he went on, Derrick thought. The woman smiled sending a shock through him. Thought Derrick, The woman looked at Derrick and smiled again, looking lower, she smiled even larger, the woman said, then giggled. She then went on to describe 800 years of history for the empire. She described things that many, except Imperial historians, didn't know. (As Derrick's father had been.) started Derrick, Smiling again, the woman explained, here the woman trembled, Derrick sighed, his great, great grandfather had been on board one of those ships. He'd written about his experience about 200 years ago. That was when the last of the ships were destroyed and his great, great grandmother never heard from him again. Derrick thought. The woman replied, a great sadness in her thoughts. Derrick hung his head. The woman's features suddenly dropped, Her thoughts replied sadly. Derrick answered. The woman said. Derrick replied, The visage of the woman said. Derrick sadly shook his head, The woman was deep in thought, Derrick thought, The woman's face lit up, then a great sadness suddenly crossed it, the woman said excited. Derrick said a little shaken, the woman sadly answered, Derrick's mouth hung agape, the last crew member? Derrick asked a little shaken. the woman's eyes were now were shedding tears, Here Derrick started to recite a poem his grandfather had told him was known only to the family, from memory. The whole time he didn't realize that the woman was staring at him a look of joy growing on her face. The woman stared at Derrick when he finished, both were actually staring at each other. The woman had spoken the exact same words behind Derrick, his mouth again agape, as was the woman's. Derrick breathed out in shock, The woman nodded a sad smile on her face, with that the woman was gone, Derrick awoke to every proximity alarm on his ship going off. Looking out the nearest window, Derrick saw the sleek, black skinned, 3 mile long ship along side. He could see the massive amount of weapons lining almost the entire length of the ship. Holy shit! No wonder the ships had been so good at protecting the borders. Derrick absently reached over and slapped off the alarms, his mouth agape, he could only stare at the miles of ship. A steady beeping tore his eyes away from the sight. "Hello," Derrick almost whispered in awe to the com. "Hello Derrick," came a feminine voice, I detected that you wished to see me. I apologize for taking so long to reach you, I was on the direct opposite side of the galaxy." Derrick only nodded, then felt foolish knowing the ship couldn't see him. "So why are you here?> Asked Derrick. "You spoke most of the phrase, please speak the remainder to be accepted as primary commanding crew member." The female voice replied. "What!!?" Derrick shouted, "Primary? What the hell are you talking about?" "You are identified as a primary crew member, you and you alone, can command me now if, you speak the last lines," she said. Derrick took a deep breath, "A solemn pledge, to each other true, together always a single collection." There was a long pause, the woman spoke, "Registering face recognition, registering voice pattern. Awaiting orders Primary Derrick." Again Derrick's mouth hung agape, unable to speak. The female voice spoke again, snapping Derrick out of his shock. "Awaiting orders, Primary Derrick, should I bring you on board?" Derrick wasn't sure of anything right now, "give me some time EIG-0101F, please!" Derrick whispered. "Yes, Primary Derrick, I shall stand down until orders are issued." The voice replied. "Thank you for the time, oh and EIG-0101F?"Derrick asked. "Yes, Primary Derrick," the voice answered, "Please, call me Derrick," he said. The com was quiet a moment, then the voice answered, "Yes Derrick, I will await your orders." Derrick sat, not quite sure what to do, he'd dreamed of a ship like this for years. What was he afraid of? Starting the engines, he moved forward, following a weak tech signal, trying to ignore the huge ship as it followed him. 3 hours later the salvage ship pulled along side a blinking tech box, 150 meters by 200 meters. "Derrick," came the female voice over the com, "what are you going to do with that?" "I'm taking it in as salvage," Derrick said. May I ask a favor?" it asked. "Alright” answered Derrick. "May I have it? I believe that is what is left of one of the 2 last ship's A.I.'s" It stated. Derrick's face held surprise, "one of the other A.I.'s?" "Well, most of it, though I can't be sure until I analyze it," the voice replied. "Alright, it's yours," Derrick breathed out none too happy. "Thank you," she said, "they all deserve more than to die alone in space." Derrick's temple was throbbing as he was still pondering the A.I.'s proposal from before. "Got a question," Derrick suddenly asked. "What would it entail me becoming primary of you?" Again the com was silent a few moments before the female voice answered. "You would have command capacity, in all decisions involving battle strategies, crew placement and approval, and all things concerned with me," then in a low whisper, "including our happiness." "What was that?" asked Derrick, not sure he heard her right. "Nothing of importance just an after thought," she lied. Derrick just shook his head, what am I getting myself into? He thought. "Alright," Derrick suddenly spoke, "Moving to dock then..." There was a flash and Derrick was standing on an enormous bridge, in front of a huge view screen. "...I can. What the HELL!!!?" "Welcome to the bridge," A hologram of the same woman (though this time clothed) smiling at him. "What?! How!? shouted a surprised Derrick. "That was the Imperial Matter Transfer," smiled the hologram. "The what!?" holding up his hand to stop her from repeating what was just said, plus there was the fact that he had to check that he was all there. "You could have at least allowed me to finish before you did," waving his hands in the air, "you did whatever it was you did." The smile disappeared from her face, "I am sorry Derrick, but I sensed a strong desire to be on board as soon as possible." Derrick sighed, true he was anxious to get on board but he wanted it to be on his terms. "Now then E..., how about I call you E for right now," he said. "E will be fine Derrick, also I brought your salvage ship into hanger 1, it is secure now." E stated matter of factly. "What? "But how? I need to shut it down all the sys..." Derrick stated "Compliance Derrick," E said, "all systems on board are all shut down, airlocks secured, reactors offline." "How?" Derrick stated his eyes huge. "I merely overrode all command stations, with instructions to standby or power down." E smiled sweetly. "Not that I am calling you a liar, but I need to see for myself," Derrick said with crossed arms. A second later Derrick was standing in the command cockpit. Checking every system, it was as the ship had said, everything was shut down. Satisfied Derrick looked up and shook his head. "Alright," Derrick said and was back on the bridge a second later. "Satisfied?" The hologram asked with a smug look. "Yes, Thank you." Derrick said smiling for the first time since the dream. "Ah!" E said, "you should do that more often, it looks good on you." Derrick couldn't believe he was blushing. E of course was laughing, maybe a little more than he thought she should. "The problem is E," Derrick started as he sat in the chair, central to the room, "I have no idea what to do with you." The hologram sat in mid-air next to him, "Neither do I. As I stated before, I am alive, I am independent, and I can think for my self. I had been made to protect and defend with a crew, but I still must have orders." "You..., wait, you said you were on the other side of the galaxy? You said you were slow getting to me, but it took you less than a minute! Just how fucking fast are you?" Derrick asked a look of amazement on his face. "Normally, I can transfer in 10 seconds, but I was analyzing the phrase before I shifted," E answered. "Wait, wait, wait, this galaxy is 200 light years across, you have faster than light speed?" Derrick asked perplexed. "No, it was the new trans-slip engines," E explained. "Uh huh, never heard of them," answered a still perplexed Derrick. "Really? Strange, I thought that all ships would have them by now," replied a shocked E. "Can you explain them," Derrick asked. "Oh yes Derrick! The basic theory is that after the point to reach is plotted, the trans-slip engines release a 1 millimeter stream of Critela particles that enter hyper space. There they absorb hyper space energy, fold space for a 1 second to 10 minutes trip, depending on the distance. I am afraid that 10 minutes is the limit, though I've never been in trans-slip longer than a minute." E explained sweetly, as if Derrick understood even half of what she said. Derrick was holding his head, hyper space he knew, but absorbing energy from there? Folding space? Critela particles? Damn, Derrick thought, my head is going to explode. "Do you require medical assistance?" E asked, "to keep your head from exploding" she giggled. Derrick stared at the hologram, "did you just read my thoughts?" "I am sorry, while you are on board and primary," E explained, "all your thoughts, emotions, and actions are cerebrum-linked to me, in reality you need not even speak if you don't wish," E explained in her sweetest voice. "Well, I guess that would be more convenient in a battleship," Derrick said. "Derrick?" E asked a little hesitantly. "Yes E, what is it? answered Derrick. "Can you please tell me of the last 200 years? I have no information after the loss of the Imperial net," E said. "Hmm, I'll show you rather than tell you," answered Derrick. Popping in a micro info disk, Derrick looked over the rows and rows of controls. An hour later E had recorded all 240 discs of information. "What became of the royal family?" E asked. "From what was later found, the rebels executed all 32 family members, including the empress and her son a year later. There was a rumor though, that a distant cousin to the emperor survived and was never found. The royal city was abandoned, the Palace unreachable, after the family was killed," Derrick stated. "That was a sad and tragic way for the empire to end," E said, sadly shaking her head. "I agree, the rebellion was fueled by greed, assassins were on the inside when it all started. The emperor was a brilliant man, to this day almost 200 years later, no one has been able to claim the throne or reunite the empire." Derrick explained. "Derrick, the shield around the palace sounds almost identical to mine!" E stated excited. "E, I don't even begin to understand half your systems, let alone how to use them," Derrick dejectedly said. Derrick was about to say more when an alarm went off. "I have a ship like yours. 80 light years away from here, under attack," E said above the alarm, "It appears to have 20 ships closing on it!" Damn, I wish I was there to help, thought Derrick. A winding up of energy behind him caught his attention. 5 seconds later they were there holy shit! He'd had no sensation of moving! If I had weapons, he thought, I'd take out the weapons and engines. 40 flashes of light from the left and right on the view screen, hit all but one of the raider ships engines, the rest took out their weapons. "I am sorry I missed Derrick," E apologized. "The hell with that, don't let them get away!" Derrick yelled. "Attempting to lock, target out of range, entering hyper space," E said. "Damn it!" Derrick cursed, if only we could catch and stop it. Again there was a winding up of energy, on the screen they were in hyper space? What the hell? They were quickly catching the last ship! 2 flashes struck the ship with pin point accuracy, Derrick watched as it shuddered, then returned to regular space. A strange beam hit the other ship, then it was drug behind them as they jumped back to the other 19 ships. "Derrick, I am receiving a message on a lower forbidden frequency," E reported. "As of today, all frequencies are no longer forbidden," Derrick said, "let me hear." A soft crackling, then a voice Derrick knew came over it, "woo-wee! I don't know who you are, but you sure saved my bacon! Thanks partner" Derrick was about to answer when E. stopped him. "Derrick, I don't think it's a good idea to tell anyone," she said, "they might try to force you to work for them. I could not allow it, as per protocols." Derrick stopped a moment thinking about it, she's probably right they just might try to use him. "A very wise and rational decision Derrick," E sweetly said. "Find the space ranger frequency and alert them about the 20 disabled raider ships in this vector," Derrick ordered. "Affirmative..., Rangers dispatched, I suggest protective cover Derrick," E advised. "Proceed," answered Derrick. 20 minutes later several large Ranger ships arrived. Derrick was extremely nervous till E explained. "I have activated our light cloak, it has rendered us 90% invisible to their scans and vision," said E. Derrick only nodded , more nervous as the number of Rangers increased in the area. E assured him they were more than hidden. They waited till long after everyone left before they even moved. Finally breathing easier, Derrick decided to take a tour of the ship. Following beside him the hologram was silent as they walked from the command deck. Derrick had walked about half the length of the ship, when it suddenly came into a large open bay. There in the center of it was the tech box he'd found. Moving closer to it, Derrick was about to touch it when E warned him against it. The thing was, now there was more to the box than there had been before. "E? What is this?" he said indicating the new areas that had been added. "That is what is left of EIG-0999M. After analysis, I found he was still alive, though barely. After he exploded, this indestructible casing is all that was left of him. The energy producers were damaged, so he was in almost complete shut down. I started his regrowth cycle and am providing energy till he can take over." E explained. Derrick nodded, regrowth cycle? Energy producers? Looking over the box, Derrick didn't see any energy producing parts, but then again, she had said that the ship was growing. Walking further on, Derrick marveled at everything. He saw anti-matter weapons, plasma weapons with enough capacity to destroy a planet, several generators, for God only knew what. The best (or worst) were the engines. More like huge generators (E had explained that they worked on gravity attraction, but the rest was lost on him). They had just started back when several alarms went off. "Derrick, I have an unidentified ship approaching our position, detecting minimal armament and weapons. I suggest your removal to the command center," E said. As Derrick started running E advised him, "use the IMT, it is much faster." Derrick stopped and nodded, a second later he was on the bridge. Damn, he thought, have to get used to that, a soft giggle sounded in his mind. Looking at the large view screen, Derrick saw a Ranger ship approaching. "Can he detect us E?" he asked. "No, he is still almost a light year away, shall I take evasive action?" E answered. Almost a light year? Damn! "Yes E, deter any detection of us from them short of destroying them," ordered Derrick. For the next week they dodged passing ships, Derrick trying to decide their next course of action. Derrick's eyes grew wider each day as he watched the now unexposed tech box growing almost into the same shape as the bridge on board E. "E? condition of 0999?" he asked one day. Sighing, E replied, "initial growth is to almost 5%, 0999 still hasn't the power to emerge, though prognosis is increasingly better each day. I am now detecting a 10% increase in cerebral activity, though it may be another week before enough systems have grown allowing even partial emergence. Unfortunately, conditions in bay 1 are not as conductive for maximum growth." "Is there anything we can do to increase it?" Derrick asked. Silent for only a moment, E responded, "I can increase O2 levels and energy infusion, but we risk a greater chance of being detected, even with the light cloak." Derrick nodded, "Alright, increase but keep all sensors at full. Anything within a light year, advise me. After we assess the danger we can adjust from there." Derrick walked out, the hologram looked lovingly at the large shape, Whispering, "thank you Derrick." Derrick had been over all the battles and species that E and the other ships had fought for 800 years. Another week went by, Derrick had started to notice strange things from almost all of the battles. The strategy had been sound, almost brilliant, but for some reason, near the end of the battle, when the other ships were lost, he found a critical error. It seemed the same error each time. As a matter of fact, in the very last battle, E had been out of place or she too would have been destroyed. It was at that moment that Derrick realized that someone had screwed up badly or someone had purposely caused the destruction of the ships. The further he dug, it seemed the more he found. Growling, he wasn't sure he should tell E. At the end of 2 weeks the shape was a mile long, enough energy production plants were working that E finally disconnected. Sighing, Derrick knew he had to have E's and 0999's help. Though he wasn't sure how she'd take it, he decided it might be for the best. The problem was how to breach the subject? Starting carefully Derrick brought it out, "E, I've been going over the battles for the 800 years you were active for the empire. It seems the strategy was brilliant but..." Here E sighed again, "but you noticed minor discrepancies that brought about the destruction of my brothers and sisters." Shocked Derrick could only nod, "Your name sake had also noticed them, it seems it started about the time the grandson of the Emperor that had created us took the throne." Still shocked Derrick asked, "but why was he so distrusting?" "It seems, that your name sake also noticed what you have. Though he could never act out on it, as it appeared the traitors were receiving orders from the Emperor, and all subsequent Emperors starting with the same grandson as before mentioned. It was also why your name sake was never in the right position in every battle. E sadly said. "My god!" Whispered Derrick, "fiercely loyal for centuries, only to the Emperors and their crews. Still all of them didn't trust any of you. One would have thought that they knew you wouldn't turn on them." The hologram sadly shook her head, "your name sake truly was a great warrior. It was an extremely sad day when he ceased to function." Derrick hung his head, he'd read the letters his great, great grandfather had written. The man had been filled with such passion for the empire, such hope, only to be betrayed by the very man he had sworn to follow. Derrick sat there in silence, thinking over everything he'd learned. An hour later, he was still there when a small chiming sound started breaking his chain of thought. "Alright E," Derrick stated, "that's a new one on me, what exactly is that?" Derrick pointed to an indicator on the control panel. Again, E was silent for a few moments before she answered, "It is an alert I set up, to notify us when 0999's cerebral activity reached a point that showed he was of a more 'conscious' state." "Good, I am going to need yours and his help, if I am going to pull off what I have planned," Derrick stated more to his self than to E. They both watched as the mental activity of the other A.I. increased, then just as suddenly it drew even then stabilized. "Now commencing bio-active scans, all readings within tolerances, growth now at 40%, 0999 ship systems beginning to power up, reading 90% cerebral activity. Hello 0999, are you functioning? Do you need any further assistance?" E asked. Low and slow at first, then a little clearer, they heard a male voice coming from the speaker. "At present I am only at 45% I have interrupted growth cycle until you evacuate me from bay 1. Preparing for open space." "Affirmative, opening bay doors now, do you have capability to move? Is there further assistance required?" E asked. "Negative 0101, are we the only ones?" the male voice asked. "Yes," replied E, "I am afraid so, my primary command found your life capsule, though I am not sure how." "I wish to thank him, may I know your name that it is registered within my memory?" the male voice asked Stepping forward Derrick spoke, "Derrick, Derrick O'Toma." "Derrick? O'Toma? The hero of the Corton battle? And the Gleeton expanse?" the male voice said, impressed. "No, that was my great, great grandfather," Derrick answered. Derrick had been watching the more ship like shape, silently moving out of the large door. "0101? How long has it been? We were the last 3, I remember 0099 exploding, then nothing until a few moments ago." The male voice asked. For a moment Derrick thought E wasn't going to answer, then she spoke up, "It has been 200 years, almost to the day that you two were destroyed, I have longed for the company of my brothers and sisters. I have had no crew for 150 years. Much has changed 0999, much." E proceeded to outline the last 200 years of history, everything that she'd recorded and a few things she picked up on the now open channels that Derrick was allowing her to hear. "How long til complete regrowth of all your systems and equipment 0999?" Derrick asked as soon as the other ship had cleared the hanger. "At present, I should have full engine capability within 5 days, internal systems within 6, I am at present only 50% released from the brain box, though this will improve soon. Under sub code 001 article 10, I am to respond to my primary command, if I no longer possess such, then I am to follow the nearest and highest ranking primary command. I await your orders primary Derrick," the male voice responded. "At present 0999, stay as close to 0101 as you can, until such time as you have a better capability to protect and camouflage." Derrick ordered. "Affirmative, primary Derrick," the voice answered. "0999, call me Derrick until such time as there are more primaries," Derrick said. The com went silent for longer than Derrick thought it should, a moment later the voice answered, "I apologize Derrick, without my full capacity, remembering and recording take a little longer than I am used to. I am only now at 53.5%, though being out of the bay has helped to increase my growth. I find that I do have minimal propulsion capability but not much." "Good," Derrick replied, "it will help if things come to a fight." Though Derrick was hoping it didn't, some of the species the ships had beaten had required all 1000 ships and they had almost lost a few that time. For the next 5 days they waited. 0999 was starting to take shape, looking more and more like E everyday. It appeared that almost all of the A.I.'s memories were intact, though 1% had been lost when the brain box had been damaged. The fact that it was supposed to be indestructible wasn't lost on Derrick, going to his salvage ship, Derrick re-examined the readings he'd taken when he'd first found it. Going over them for several hours he finally came to the conclusion that someone had tried to pry the case open, it appeared they had used something of the same metal which was why the case had been damaged. Leaving his ship he was headed to the command room when a different set of alarms went off. These were the same as the ones he knew, an attack was brewing, damn it! 0999 wasn't up to full capacity yet. Calling E, Derrick was quickly back in the command center. "E, I need a status report," Derrick said as soon as he appeared. "It appears to be a race that hasn't been seen in almost 1000 years, as I remember they have a strong appetite for humanoid flesh." E reported. "Though the last time we went against them it was the first battle we were ever in. We have improved our systems a thousand fold since, but all scans indicate that their tech hasn't improved much since the last time we met. Though they are only a small fleet, our chances at the present time are only 25% in favor of victory." "Suggestions?" Derrick asked. "Protective cover until such time as 0999 is 100% or tomorrow 1:20pm ship time," E replied. "Thank you E, suggestions taken under advisement and E, never tell me the odds, they're usually wrong," Derrick replied. "I have to say," E restated, "you are very much like him." "Thank you, I take that as a compliment," Derrick answered pulling up everything they had on the alien invaders. The next day 0999 was finally ready. Derrick had been up for hours planning and plotting strategy for both ships and scenarios for 0999 to react to. As both ships went in Derrick decided to link the other ship directly to him, that way at least, he could react a lot faster. Diving in from behind, they managed to get the first 25 they met, the rest trying to scatter. Another 20 colliding with each other. As Derrick had assumed, they weren't ready for such a fast attack. As the enemy started to flee, both ships began to fire with everything they had. Soon there was destroyed ships everywhere, 0999 had been damaged in his port engine plus half his weapons were offline a day. E had taken the brunt of the attack, having several hundred shots along her side, destroying several hundred weapons that were regrowing now. "0999, status report," Derrick asked. "At present I am only hyper space capable, though the using of a direct cerebral link did improve reaction time 35%. I estimate it will be at least 2 to 3 days before I am capable of any trans-slip movement. It will be at least a day and a half before all weapon systems are at at least 90%. Light cloak is also offline, it will be at least 5 days of growth to repair that system." The male voice replied. "Affirmative 0999, keep me apprised of all situations," answered Derrick. "E? How are the repairs to your systems coming?" "Though I have lost 38% of all weapons, their regeneration is progressing rapidly, I estimate that I should have full capability within 2 days. All damage is healing at a rapid rate also," reported E. "Good," Derrick said, though his thoughts seemed to be else where. "E, keep tabs on those few that escaped as long as you can. For some strange reason I feel we might see them again." 3 days later Derrick had finally made a decision. Calling 0999, he and E discussed with 0999 an idea that Derrick had come up with. Now that one of the original races knew that the area was still under protection of at least 2 of the living ships, Derrick was afraid that soon many of the other races might return. "Alright," Derrick started, "I've adjusted sensors to detect any more brain boxes that are out there." "I would love to have more of my brothers and sisters with us but many were lost outside of this galaxy," replied 0999. "As would I, I have been looking for over 150 years, 0999 was the first I've seen in that time. Are you sure it's possible?" asked E. "Believe me," stated Derrick, "I've been doing this most of my life, if they're out there I will find them. Besides, you both have the positions of each when they were lost, we can start from there." Both ships agreeing, Derrick breathed easier. It wouldn't be easy, but he was sure they could at least find a few more, well he hoped.

0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner- Thomas 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) - Derrick 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon 0667 - Marco - Brown 0778 - Jan 0798 - Celeste - Shelby (human) 0908 - Tara - Mara 0999 - Zan 1000 - Sherry - Lucie (for the moment) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Risen's evil smile was covering his face as he started the generators to this hidden stronghold. Let the bastard come this time! He had more than enough weapons and shields here to hold out a hell of a lot longer than any thought. Watching as the new leader of the sect took up a position of authority over all his men. Finally the Duke thought someone who had a vested interest in ending the fake as he did. For some strange feeling he had a warm feeling about this one, maybe this one could get things done unlike the last one. A beeping alerted the Duke that the sensors were coming on line and they were getting excellent positions on all the ships in orbit. Smiling the Duke had wanted to take one of the ships then sighed, better to just destroy all of them. The new leader of the sect shook his head; this little piss ant was seriously pissing him off though he had learned to shut the hell up. It was about the only OTHER thing that was keeping the idiot alive. The sect was his now no one else's. He intended to make it a power in the realm again no matter what! Shaking his head he still couldn't believe the original leader had been beaten as easily as he had. Especially by the one that was now that was buried deep within the Ranger's prisons. What an idiot the new leader thought. If they had waited a few more months this would have been so easy. No the idiot had to rush forward getting the sect almost destroyed. Pointing the new leader indicated the ships. "are we high enough on the shields for them to no longer penetrate?" "Running calculations now sir." A young tech said as he started to go through all the readings. "Almost there sir. This facility is well guarded with significant shield power to resist all that they can send. Though I am working on increasing them with that device you brought with you." "Good with it we can hold them off far longer than they think we can. Inform me when we are past the danger point. As long as we stay hidden 'til then we should be good." The new leader said. "Is that extent of the power you have or is there more?" The leader asked of the Duke. "Oh there's more if we need it believe me." The Duke replied. The new leader looked at the Duke a moment not really sure if he could believe the man or not. ________________________________________________________________________ Lucie was still trying to clear the tears from her eyes as she and Sherry entered the trans-warp. "All I can tell is that he is near the galactic edge. He was so very weak I'm not sure. Please Sherry we have to hurry!" "Arriving now prime." Sherry said though Lucie hadn't noticed still listening intensely to the voice only she could hear. A moment later they broke into normal space Lucie still listening as hard as she could. "Straight ahead Sherry I can hear him. My god he's so weak! Keep going, are you detecting anything yet?" Lucie asked. "Nothing as of yet. Now switching to the second set of parameters the emperor set up. Nothing yet searching." Came Sherry's response. "The voice is barely stronger," Turning Lucie was staring out past the edge of the galaxy. "I think we need to go further out." Sherry nodded as she started out of the galaxy moving faster the further she went. "Still nothing I... wait I am picking up residual metal of what appears to be an EIG! Now adjusting course to intercept!" A now excited Sherry was saying. "You got a reading on it yet? The voice is growing weaker we have to hurry. I am afraid it is going into shut down!" Lucie was almost yelling with worry in her voice. "remember when we find it not too close 'til we know for sure." Sherry was nodding as she was concentrating on the task at hand. "Still searching, pinpointing all readings. Found it!" Sherry said as there was a whoosh then they appeared within twenty thousand kilometers of the brain box. Sighing Lucie looked over to Sherry a huge look of relief on her face. "Thank goodness we found it. I... Yes, we are here to get you. Yes, we are scanning. I see, we will do all we can, rest now." Sherry looked at Lucie feeling proud that she had been able to help rescue three of her brothers and sisters. A moment later Sherry got a little worried seeing the concern on Lucie's face. "Is everything well prime Lucie?" Sherry asked. "I'm not sure," Lucie said as her brow was still furrowed deep in thought. "He told me that there were several deadly things attached to him. Explosive, mechanical and biological. It appears that someone or something has gone to a lot of trouble to make his retrieval as hard as possible. Can you disarm them?" Sherry's face was also showing concern then anger as she started to scan her brother. "It is most vile the amount of explosives they have covered him with. Working now to disarm and dislodge all of them. I am at ninety five percent, there all explosives are gone. Now working on the mechanical." Sighing Sherry nodded. "It appears that this will take far longer to do. May I suggest you rest 'til I am finished with them?" Lucie breathed a sigh of relief when Sherry told her that the explosives were gone. Then again the other two concerns were worrying her a bit. "Alright though I want to know the second that they are gone." "Of course prime you will be the absolute first I notify." Sherry said with a smile even though she still wasn't catching what the EIG was calling her. Sherry sighed it made her feel so much better to have a prime even if she might only be a temporary one. Lucie nodded as she lay down; she just hoped that all she was doing did on this mission to render the aid she was hoping it did. Closing her eyes she started to dream of her family. It was almost two hours later that a steady beeping tone tore Lucie from the pleasant dream that she was having. "Prime?" She heard Sherry say. "Yes Sherry? You have a status report?" Lucie asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Yes Prime," Sherry continued on. "I have managed to remove all the mechanical devices and traps from brother's brain box. I was about to begin the removal of all the bio-logical contaminants. I awoke you to receive permission to do this as you hadn't ordered me as of yet." A little confused Lucie nodded, even as free as the A.I.s were they were still somewhat of a slave to the orders that they needed to receive. Shaking her head she had to agree with Uncle Derry, the old programmers and Techs were as paranoid as she thought she'd ever seen. "Yes," Lucie said to Sherry. "Start as soon as you can, I want to get him hooked to a power source as soon as possible. The sooner the better. I just hope that the emperor and your mother are back when we return." "I was wondering about that myself Prime," Sherry replied. "I just received word that the emperor has returned though mother it appears has sustained damage." With a sigh Sherry continue, "It appears it will be another five days 'til such time as mother will be able to take over the re-gen process." Lucie's eyes went wide in shock, "she is the strongest of all of you, and she is still damaged? My god." Lucie thought to herself, "what in the hell happened while the emperor was gone?" Sherry's head was shaking as she went through the small amount of information that she'd received. "I'm not that sure Prime as not much information was revealed to me. I am sure when we return that more will be forthcoming." "I hope so," Lucie stated as she watched Sherry start to irradiate the brain box to make it safer. "Will this take long Sherry? I am kind of anxious to return." "As am I Prime, I find I am missing my Zan greatly." Sherry said a small sad look on her face. Bowing to Lucie Sherry continued, "I have to thank you Prime, were it not for you I don't think I could have done what I did to make my Zan as proud of me as he is." Shocked a moment Lucie told the hologram, "I only did what I thought would help you Sherry. I saw that you were so unsure; I only wanted to help you. Even though I at first refused to believe it, you are most definitely alive. I realize that now, you were just un-experienced." With a slight smile, Lucie continued, "I intend to make sure that you get a chance it that." A shocked look came to Sherry's eyes as a few tears came to then also. Mouthing a thank you Sherry went back to work on her bother. ________________________________________________________________________ Derrick was going over all the data that had been supplied to him. Damn it he missed Shelby right now, the A.I. knew him far better than anyone or anything except for the human Shelby. Sitting there he was going over everything again when he received a message from Hartwell. "Open a channel Tempro," Derrick told the hologram a moment later. "How can I help you Admiral?" Derrick said a small smile on his lips. Yeah, he knew what the man wanted though at this point; Derrick wasn't all that sure that the man had been punished enough. "Sire," Hartwell said as the hologram of the man bowed to the floor in front of Derrick. This of course elicited a soft groan from the Emperor. "I was told to inform you that I have started the search for mine and Lucie's brother and Uncle. I believe I have isolated where they are though at the present time I am afraid that no one can really get to them." Derrick's eyes shot up as he waited for an explanation. When none was forth coming Derrick sighed, "alright I'll bite. Why in the hell can no one really get to them?" "I was monitoring the area that I was sure they were in when I picked up strange energy readings. It appears that a very powerful defense screen is now covering the area. It also appears that they may have a power redoubler. Though as to how I am unsure." Hartwell conveyed. Derrick was nodding at this new information. Damn it with a redoubler they might hold out far longer than Derrick was willing to wait. "Exceptional work Admiral, this will help a great deal when we finally go in after them." Sighing Derrick waited to see if Hartwell would say more. "What no asking to be restored to duty?" "No Sire." Hartwell replied sadly. "I was wrong in what I did. I accept the punishment that you have meted out. Besides as my sister would say it is undignified to beg." Derrick was impressed to say the least, hell this Hartwell he was starting to really like. Thinking a moment Derrick nodded. "By the way where is your sister? I almost expected her to give me a report when I got back." "I'm not sure sir," Hartwell replied. "I found her wandering the halls talking to the air, when I tried to talk to her she started to cry then took off for the control room. I was right behind her when she was shouting that she had 'heard' another one. The Empress said Sherry now then she winked out. I guess she's out there after another one of the boxes." Derrick was nodding then his eyes went wide! Another one? That made three, I hope we can keep them alive long enough for Shelby to start their re-gens. "Thank you Admiral, I will be reinstating you soon enough though for now keep on this." Hartwell nodded then clicked off. Shaking his head he was surprised he had no regret not asking the Emperor to be reinstated. Nodding he had to admit his sister was having a damn good effect on him. Smiling he nodded again he was liking it too! Damn he'd missed her as well as the rest of them. Kimison and Rayburn were both chomping at the bit to get back aboard Tempro. They both just hoped that the brain box was still secure so they could start renewed action on it. They really needed the other the other 'parent' brain box as they were starting to call Shelby and the other. The simple fact that they could get twice as many ships back twice as fast would really help the commander. Shelby sighed as she watched both of the men that had helped her as much as they had. She could feel that they were both anxious to get back on board Tempro to continue their experiments on the old Gregor brain box. She couldn't blame them; though they were soldiers, they were first and foremost scientists. A moment later Derrick's hologram appeared before her, "are you alright?" A worried Derrick asked her as soon as he saw her. "For now I am, now that you are back, though I am afraid that we have a problem with Rayburn and Kimison." Shelby relayed to Derrick. Nodding he replied, "I had forgotten that were in the middle of trying to restore the other 'parent' brain box." Derrick waited a moment as the two men in question appeared beside the Empress. "I take it the both of you are ready to resume you duties on board?" When both men vigorously nodded, Derrick held up his hand. Both men looked at each other and groaned he wasn't? Oh shit he was. "Sir before you do this we are both happy at our present rank do you have..." Rayburn started. "As I told Dempsy get used to it! I need the both you at a rank where the others will listen to the both of you. Now then step forward Sergeant Steven Rayburn, Corporal Jordan Kimison." A moment later two silver oak leaves appeared in each of the men's hands. "You are both hereby promoted to the rank of Commander head of all science divisions for the empire." Both men were about to protest when Derrick cut them off. "Not a word or I'll make you full Captains!" Both men gulped nodding as they quickly pinned the oak leaves on their shoulders. Derrick looked at Shelby as he winked. "Alright Tempro bring them onboard I am sure they have work that they wish to complete." Derrick said, and then both men were standing beside Derrick. They were quickly congratulated by their four long thought to be dead friends. This of course was making Kimison and Rayburn uncomfortable as all four of their friends we saluting them. Groaning they moved as quickly out of the command center back to the work shop area to start on the brain box again. Both sighed as they looked at the officer insignia on their shoulders. Well they both thought at least he hadn't made them primes, then again they both thought with narrowed eyes the sneaky ass might! Derrick watched the both of his old compatriots as they moved back to their area. Derrick shook his head why in the hell was everyone so dead set against being an officer? Sighing then again he thought he hadn't really wanted the rank of Emperor. Shaking his head he guessed it served him right. Shelby sighed she already missed both of the men though she knew it was better for them to be where they were. They had already started to become bored with nothing really to do onboard. If she didn't have all the duties she had, she might be right there with them as well. Dempsy had Greeson going through the last of the drills. Finally the man was moving as Dempsy had been trying to get him to. Sighing Dempsy nodded as he had Greeson go through his cool down exercises. "You are finally becoming more than a useless punching bag; I can finally train some myself that you are less worthless than you were." Dempsy told a now meditating Greeson. Finally satisfied Dempsy walked to Callie who had been there the whole time. "I am sorry it took as long as it did. We have had to make up for lost training. The injuries that we both sustained kept us idle too long. Please enjoy your time with him." Dempsy was about to move off when he stopped, bowing to Callie. "I am proud to call you friend young miss. I feel good and great things are about to open for you. Try to keep an open mind." Callie could only look at Dempsy with an almost lost look. What in the hell was this man on about? "Thank you sir, I think. Though I know you have your reasons for what you said I will do what I can to keep an open mind." Dempsy smiled as he bowed to her again. "Good soon I hope that all of this will be over so that the both of you can start a life together. As I said before I can see that the both of you will have beautiful children." Callie was blushing at the Coronel's words, children? She and Greeson hadn't done a thing but kiss and here he was talking about children. Shaking her head she just couldn't figure the Colonel out most of the time. Watching Greeson she knew it would be another hour before he'd be able to leave. Might as well do something constructive she thought. [Tara? Are you any better?] Mara Callie asked. [Yes prime, I am almost out of re-gen. I am anxious to be back on patrol with you. I am also glad that you made it. We took so much damage I was afraid that I might have lost you.] Came Tara's thoughts. [I still feel badly that I put the both of us in such danger. I almost got you destroyed AGAIN! I really don't want to put you in that position again.] Mara replied. [Prime, it is the duty of all EIGs to do all that we can for the Empire and the Emperor. I have to admit this emperor is by far the most fascinating one I have ever had the pleasure to serve.] Tara said. Mara was nodding then stopped herself, [that is very true, he seems to care more for all of you ships than he does for a lot of the people under him. Well most of them. I wish father was here to see all that the both us have achieved. He was more than a hero to me he was my inspiration for almost all I did. I miss him dearly.] [It is sad that you hardly knew him. From all that you have said of him he was a human to feel very proud of.] Tara replied. [I have to go, I hope that we are together again soon, Tara.] Mara told her ship. [I am also hoping for the same thing my prime be well 'til then.] Tara said then was quiet. Greeson had been done for a short time as he was watching Mara. The faraway look confirmed to him that she was talking to her ship. Waiting a bit longer made no difference to him just to have her here was more than enough for the moment. Mara's eyes suddenly snapped up as she felt a set of eyes on her. Looking toward Greeson she saw that he was intensely watching her. For some strange reason this gave her an extremely warm feeling all over her body. Standing up she moved toward Greeson as he suddenly flipped up into a standing position. "Sorry you had to wait," Mara said as soon as she reached Greeson. "I thought I would talk to Tara while I waited on you David." Mara replied. Greeson nodded, "I know that's why I waited. I have seen the danger of trying to come between a ship and it's prime. I know that like me your duty comes first. I therefore can wait as I saw that you did also. Colonel gave me the rest of today and tomorrow off. He said something about the two of us needed time together, he also said something about children." Shaking his head Greeson continued, "I really can't figure that man out." Mara also nodded as she agreed with Greeson. "I was thinking the same exact thing only a short while ago. He is a strange one though I can feel he also has a very deep sense of duty." Both ended their conversation then started to move off out of the training room. Dempsy sighed as he watched the both of them leave. He had missed the companionship of a woman for a very long time. Now? He shrugged; there really wasn't anyone out there for him anymore. Shaking his head he put down thoughts of his old master's daughter that the man had tried to hook Dempsy up with. As his mind went back to the last time he'd seen the both of them he remembered his master's cryptic last message. "You should always know my student that you are always welcome here. Though the next time we meet I expect that we will be equals. Young Masuta all will be here for you when you finally decide that you are far more than you are." Shaking his head he'd thought over that for years. He was still no closer to an answer than he was when he started on all this. You'd think with all the knowledge he'd gain he'd have some inkling as to what the man had meant. Sighing Dempsy moved to the wall comm. Dempsy waited a moment before a hologram of Derrick appeared. Bowing all the way to the floor he heard Derrick groan, "Sire I have to report." Derrick's eyes opened as he waited for Dempsy to continue. "We have a need to hurry with the meet between the two of them. As I understand it she is going back to duty onboard her ship tomorrow. Before this happens sire, may I suggest that you arrange for this to happen." Derrick let out a long sigh as he realized that Dempsy was more than right. "I thought you left her with Greeson. I would think that this would interfere with whatever plans that you have for the both of them." "Perhaps," Dempsy said as several things rolled about in his mind. "I believe I have an idea. If it works then I believe all will be forgiven." Here Dempsy looked up at Derrick. "On all sides of this situation." Derrick nodded trying to figure out just what the man was up to. Shaking his head it was getting harder to read the man lately. Hell the thing is Derrick knew the man far more than most. had all of this really changed the man that much? He wasn't about to want to lose as good a friend as Dempsy had become. "Alright, what are you needing?" Derrick asked looking intensely at Dempsy. "You need to have him report here then I think I can take it from there." Dempsy told derrick. Nodding Derrick was still at a loss though he thought he might see a small inkling of where the man was going with this. It was several hours later that Sergeant first class, Daniel Norman was reporting to the Empress on the command deck. Shocked a moment the man bowed to Shelby as a thin smile crossed her lips. Derrick had informed her earlier what was going to happen. She was more than happy to facilitate what was going to happen. "Daniel Norman, the emperor was otherwise engaged in other activities for the empire. He has therefore advised me that you have been promoted to the rank of full bird Colonel for the ground forces. This is for meritorious service that you provided the emperor whilst he was bringing the rest of you back from un huh... the dead." Daniel's face was in shock as Shelby pinned the both of the bird insignia to his shoulders. "I... but... I only..." Was all that the man could get out. "Also the Emperor told me to advise you that if you protest he wiould make you a general." Here Shelby held up a pair of single stars. Daniel snapped his mouth shut as he bowed to Shelby. Gulping he could only say, "I thank you Empress." Walking out Daniel was making his way to his temporary quarters when he passed by the dining area. A laugh gave him pause from inside as he stopped retracing his steps. Looking inside he saw a few people there though no one that he really recognized. Sighing, shaking his head he started to with draw when he heard a happy laugh again. Mara was having a great time with Greeson he was by far more entertaining than she thought he would be. Looking up she felt a presence. Then a strange man's head appeared in the door way. Looking closer she he was a full Colonel! Then she looked away though for some reason the man looked familiar to her. Racking her brain, Greeson said something that had her laughing again. Suddenly the man was looking in again looking at all there. Why does he look so... Mara's mouth dropped open as Greeson's head snapped up then toward the man that she was staring at. Looking between the both of them Greeson stayed quiet to see what was going on. Mara was doing a double then a triple take at the man that was just standing there scanning the crowd. Suddenly tears started to fall as she numbly stood advancing toward the man. "Father?" Mara stretched her hand out afraid almost to touch the man afraid that if she did he'd vanish as if he was made of smoke. Daniel could only stare at the woman who was approaching him. She'd called him father? "Mara? Oh my god! Is it really you?" He said as she collapsed in his arms tears flowing freely.

0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner- Thomas 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) - Derrick 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon 0667 - Marco - Brown 0778 - Jan 0798 - Celeste - Shelby (human) 0908 - Tara - Mara 0999 - Zan 1000 - Sherry - Lucie (for the moment) ------------------------------------------------------- Ungrown - unnumbered -------- 3 - on board Tempro awaiting Sherry 1000 - Sherry- Lost at the moment -------------------------------------------- Derrick watched as Zan appeared out of the trans-warp portal. ‘Something’s going on,’ he thought as he waited for Sherry to exit the portal. When there was no Sherry forth coming Derrick's fist hit the desk in front of him. Shelby backed away from Derrick as she saw his face twist into anger. Derrick had just reached for the com, when Zan appeared in front of him. The distraught look on Zan's face was all Derrick needed to see to know that Sherry was lost. "You son of a bitching COWARD," Derrick heard Lucie's railing voice not far behind Zan. "You just let her die. I hate you; get me off you I will have nothing more to do with you!" Zan looked at Mary as she nodded her head. A moment later Lucie appeared in the throne room. Looking at the holo-gram of Zan, Lucie pointed an accusing finger. "I suggest Sire," Lucie hissed between her teeth. "That you get that unfeeling piece of garbage out of here before he stinks up the place with his treachery." Lucie growled as she whirled leaving the room her face blood red with rage. Derrick nodded, though said nothing 'til Lucie was gone. "I want everything, every little detail." Zan his head still low started to recount what had happened after Sherry contacted him. The whole time Derrick kept his anger in check. Then tears started as Zan started the last part of the tale. "I had destroyed the ship that was emitting ripalon energy. Sherry's trans-warp and hyper drive were down. We'd destroyed the last of the visible ships, I was about to pull her with the attractor beam when many more of them appeared. It was then that she sent Lucie to me asking me to protect her. She told me she was about to fire ALL her thermic missiles, that I had a minute to escape." Here Derrick could see Zan reliving the last moments he saw his wing mate. "I see you had no choice if you were to save her prime Lucie. Continue please," Derrick's terse voice stated. Zan nodded as fresh tears started, "She kissed me goodbye. It... it was the hardest thing I have ever done Sire. I was so thrilled to have her with me again, only to be completely helpless to aid her. If you wish for my termination Sire, I will understand." Derrick's knuckles were white having gripped the arm of the chair next to him. Even his Grandmother Milley O'Toma, who'd been standing nearby had backed away from Derrick. "First," Derrick said in a low angry voice. "If you were terminated Sherry would be far angrier with me, than I am at the moment. Second you are the key to defeating these aliens. With all the readings I know you took I'm sure we will defeat them. Third you are the only one who knows where she was when she set the thermic missiles off. No, I don't want your termination though I am going to work you as much as possible to find her." Zan's face went through several emotions as Derrick made his speech; first shock, which melded into a look of anger, and then one of fierce determination. "I will do all and everything I can do to find her!" Zan nearly shouted. Derrick looked at Zan and nodded, "Until we find her, I'm afraid that Lucie will continue to hate you. I'm sorry to say that can't be helped. As I am sure you noticed they bonded quite closely." Derrick looked at Mary as she nodded. A moment later both Rayburn and Kimison appeared. "Yes Sire; you called us?" Derrick nodded as he pointed to Zan. "Zan contains information, about an old enemy that has a new defense, you might say. I'd find it desirable if the both of you could find a counter for it." Both men looked at Zan intrigued by what Derrick had just said. "We need to start..." Kimison started then nodded as he saw that Zan was already downloading all that he had recorded. "Alright Sire we're on it." Kimison said then they winked out. Derrick turned back to Zan, "I want you to start scanning for the new signal I had installed on all of you. With more than luck we should be able to find her quicker." A determined smile covered Zan's face as he bowed then also winked out. Shaking his head Derrick sighed as he let his shoulders droop a bit. ‘Now to handle the rest of this,’ he thought. Turning toward his grandmother he steeled himself up for the fight he felt he was about to have. "Alright Grams we are here." Taking Shelby's hand he presented her before his Grandmother and his mother who'd just appeared. Bowing to both of them even as Shelby did also Derrick stated, "I'd like the both of you to meet our Empress and my soon to be wife, Shelby." Milley O'Toma was about to reach out to Shelby when she stopped withdrawing her hand as if she were burned. "Shelby?" Milley said a hint of disgust in her voice. "The same as the ship that was responsible for my grandson getting hurt?" Milley angrily backed away scowling at the blonde, green eyed woman before her. Sherry O'Toma had also backed away from Shelby a look of fear on her face. "You can't unite with her, Derrick!" Sherry O'Toma stated as she backed further away. Derrick's face suddenly contorted into a mask of anger as he pointed at both his relatives. "I AM uniting with her. She was made for me literally. She has been through hell while I was in the past; she has been through hell even after I returned. She has more than earned the right to this union!" Shelby's face held a look of genuine shock at Derrick's words. She then threw her arms around a startled Derrick as she kissed his cheek. Try as she might, she couldn't hold back the tears of happiness that were threatening to spill from her eyes. Finally she thought he is starting to have feelings for me. Milley O'Toma was about to object to Derrick, though the look in his eyes made her think he'd brook no argument. "Alright Derrick," turning to Shelby she asked. "Are you alright with the three of us planning the union ceremony?" Shelby's head turned toward Milley, "Yes Ma’am, I'd prefer that you two helped as much as possible!" Milley turned toward Sherry as Derrick's mother nodded, "So, she is far smarter than I at first thought." Milley narrowed her eyes as she stared at Shelby, "Yes my dear, she is at that. Much smarter than I thought her at first also." With that both Milley and Sherry welcomed Shelby as the three of them moved out of the room to plan. Derrick's eyes were wide as he groaned, "Dear god what have I done?" A chuckling behind him caused Derrick to turn seeing Johnathon Hartwell. Leaning against the door jamb Hartwell had his arms crossed trying to hold back his amusement. "Your Grandmother always was a force to reckon with. I'm glad I was never on the receiving end of her anger." Derrick's eyes narrowed as he stared at his long time friend. "I thought you were planning, finding out as much as you could about where the Duke might be." Johnathon nodded as he handed a print out of all he had. "Did you forget Sire? I did a major part of my growing up on that planet. Where you thought and I know the Baron is, has a great many strategical advantages. Unfortunately the coward chose well. Then again as we both have seen don't they all usually?" Derrick was quiet a moment as he thought about Hartwell's statement. "I'm glad you're here Admiral. It appears that we may have another problem. We lost Sherry today to an overpowering force. It also seems that this old enemy race has developed a light bending technology comparable to our light shield." "WHAT!? Shit this is bad Sire, I need to advise..." Hartwell started when Derrick shook his head. "Oh I see you are far ahead of me on this. I take it they are both working on a counter?" When Derrick nodded yes, Hartwell thought a moment, "'bout like normal huh, Commander? Getting it from two fronts." Derrick’s eyes went wide a moment then a thin smile crossed his lips as he nodded his agreement. "It always seemed to be that way, no matter how much we had done or did." "Since they have tipped their hand, you think they might attack?" Hartwell asked concern heavy in his voice. Derrick sat his hand on his chin as he sifted through all the information he had about this race. "I'm not sure they will for the moment. They lost a few ships when they attacked Sherry. Plus they use ripalon energy on some of their ships." Derrick was thinking more as Hartwell waited. He'd seen the Commander like this before, what usually followed was a brilliant idea. A few minutes later snapped his fingers a new thought cane to him. "You have something sir?" Hartwell asked hopeful to which Derrick nodded. "This race is called the Tendrax, they are technological hoarders. From all I've read of them they depend more on their tech then much of anything else. The last time they were seen their tech was nothing compared to what they have now. It is obvious that some survived, copying what they saw. It also appears they improved upon it." Derrick advised Hartwell. "Are you thinking that they use ripalon energy with all their weapons and machinery?" Hartwell asked. "It would explain why Sherry was completely blind to them before they appeared. They also know that the overproduction of it renders much of the EIG's somewhat helpless. I need to advise Kimison and Rayburn of that fact if they haven't seen it already." Derrick replied. Hartwell was about to make a suggestion when Derrick got a faraway look in his eyes. Damn Hartwell thought, just like my sister. Derrick's face lit up a huge smile crossing his features when he 'heard' Shelby. [Hello Derrick, I am so saddened at the loss of my daughter Sherry.] [As am I, her wing mate Zan took it very hard. There are times I wish I hadn't opened all of your emotion circuits as I had. It has saddened Zan also, though my promise to work him hard to find her has him more determined.] Derrick advised Shelby. [That will give him the purpose he will need. I hope that I can be with you again a day sooner Derrick.] This news caught Derrick by surprise. [I was able to advance my regen without the adverse effects that the others suffered.] [It will be good to have you back in the fleet Shelby. Lucie found three more of them before she was lost. Kimison and Rayburn have made great progress with the other parent ship's casing. I hope they have it ready in a few days though, with all the new developments I'm not sure.] Derrick thought to Shelby. [I believe in you Derrick, I know you and the empire will emerge victorious. I better rest more now, I should reemerge sometime tomorrow.] Shelby replied. [Rest well Shelby.] Derrick said a huge smile on his face. He then looked over to Mary who nodded then contacted Kimison and Rayburn. Onboard the Celeste where most of the Rangers that now worked for Derrick were; Dempsy, and Greeson had just completed another exercise. Bowing to each other Dempsy nodded as they both went into meditation. A few minutes into it a fiery redhead hologram appeared in front of Dempsy. Dempsy's left eye opened as he could feel a difference in the air of the room. "Yes? May I help you?" He said as he addressed Celeste. "Please forgive me as I do not know your name." Celeste nodded, "I am Celeste, sir." This caused Dempsy to groan a bit. "I would not have disturbed you and your training unless necessary." This got Dempsy's attention. "I received a communication from a ship that is on its way here under hyper drive. I was told that they requested you to know that they are coming." Dempsy's eyes shot wide as he tried to think of who would do this. "I see, did they mention any names?" Celeste shook her head as she said, "No sir, they only said that it is time, and that the student is now a master, and worthy. Also something about she will wait no longer, therefore she has come for you." Greeson was deep in meditation though he was listening as intensely as he could. Dempsy's eyes got large as he realized just who had said these things, and then larger still when he realized just WHO was onboard the ship heading toward them. Swallowing hard Dempsy nodded, "please respond that I will be ready for her arrival, though at present nothing can happen as the Emperor is on the Imperial planet." Celeste nodded as she winked out to send the transmission. Greeson felt Dempsy tremble a bit before he calmed then arose. Shocked Greeson opened an eye seeing that Dempsy was shaking a bit. What or WHO in the universe could scare; almost terrify his master this badly? Dempsy had almost reached the door when he stopped, "When you have gone back to meditation and finished, come to my room. We have a great deal to discuss." With that Dempsy walked out still shaking a bit. Greeson nodded slipping back into his meditation still wondering what was going on. Almost an hour later Greeson finished, walking toward his master's room. Dempsy sat in his room bare of almost everything except a low desk and a bedroll. Taking a deep shuddering sigh, Dempsy shook his head. Now would be a good time to start drinking though knowing her she'd know it the moment she talked to him. Looking at the wall Dempsy called out, "Celeste? Would you be so kind as to connect me to the emperor?" The fiery redhead appeared a moment later. "Connecting now sir, contact established, go ahead, sir." Dempsy nodded as a hologram of Derrick appeared, bowing low Derrick waved his hand for Dempsy to sit up. Taking a deep breath Dempsy sat up turning a worried face to Derrick. "I apologize, Sire for disturbing you; it seems that we may have a delicate problem." Derrick's eyes widened a moment then he said, "Great as if we don't have enough problems. What is wrong now?" Derrick's voice said sounding exasperated. "As I said this is rather delicate, it has to do with Jitaku." Dempsy said visibly shaking. Every bit of Derrick's annoyance was instantly gone, "Your home? Has something happened to your master or the clan?" Derrick breathed a sigh of relief when Dempsy shook his head no. "No sire, this is far worse than that." Dempsy replied his face twisting into a more worried look. "Far worse? My God, man what could be worse than those two things?" Derrick asked a perplexed look on his face. "Do you remember when I first joined? I told you that one day I would have to return. That I had a duty there. After I created that monster Trianas, I felt I couldn't go home 'til that was corrected." Here Dempsy shook a bit. "That has been amended I can allow you to go home almost any time you wish." Derrick advised Dempsy. "Yes sir, I know this though, it may be that I HAVE to go home soon. If what I think is going to happen does, I may have no choice." Dempsy told Derrick with his head hung low. "My god man what is going on," Derrick asked the worry apparent in his voice. Here Dempsy whispered almost as if he spoke louder something bad would happen. "I got a message from Onai." Here Dempsy shuddered again. "Are you sure?" Derrick asked, "Couldn't you have been wrong?" "No sir, the message was for me specifically. She said the student is now a master and worthy. She also said that she will wait no longer, that she has come for me. This can only mean three things; she intends to unite with me as we were supposed to before the Trianas business. She will test my best student if he is worthy she will stay with me. If not she may kill him and force me back to Jitaku through traditions." Here Dempsy started to shake again as he looked at Derrick with a pained look. Derrick's mouth was open in surprise could they really do this to the man? Thing is he still needed Dempsy. "Do you wish for me to talk to her? I still need you Dempsy; having you leave would seriously hamper a lot I have left to do." Dempsy's head snapped up as he considered all that Derrick had said. "You can try Sire; she is a hard headed one. It might take quite a bit to convince her." There was a knock that moment as Dempsy told Greeson to come in. Greeson opened the door looking at the sparely furnished room. Then he saw the hologram of Derrick, as he snapped to attention. "Sorry master I didn't know you were talking to the emperor, I'll wait in the hall." "NO!” Dempsy almost shouted as his hand flashed out toward Dempsy. Reacting without thinking Greeson blocked all five hits that were thrown. Grunting Dempsy nodded as he pointed to a spot next to him. "You are a big part of this discussion. If you react that way when she challenges you, you might survive." Greeson's face screwed up in puzzlement as he stared at Dempsy. "She? Who are you talking about? I thought we took care of that disgrace to the art form." A weak smile came to Dempsy's face, "Yes we did, this time though I am afraid that you will be going against one that is far better." Greeson's mouth dropped open as he stared harder at Dempsy. "Better? That would mean that she is on the same level as you are master. Just who is this female?" Sighing Dempsy took out a small picture of a five foot three dark haired woman. She had oriental features that were more apparent than Dempsy's were. "This is Onai, my, as I heard Captain Callie say earlier, fiancé." Here Dempsy grimaced as he continued. "No one but the two of you and General Norman know of her, though I expect that all will soon." Greeson was nodding wondering why he was being included in on this private matter of his master. It was then that Daniel Norman knocked and joined them. "Alright I'm here you said this was urgent. The only things I can think of to cause this are your master, your clan, your home and your master's daughter." Norman was looking at Dempsy when Dempsy grimaced again. "Dear god man! She's on the way?" Norman started to laugh getting a look of almost death from Dempsy. "I told you years ago to go back and take care of this, you wouldn't listen." Dempsy's head lowered as he nodded, then he asked all of them to help with the coming, as he called it apocalypse. Captain Mara Callie had just finished checking through all of Tara's systems when Tara appeared. "Prime? I am receiving a priority message from the emperor for you." Mara stopped what she was doing her head snapping around to stare at Tara, "A priority message?" Tara nodded as Mara clicked her communications open. "This is Captain Mara Callie. How may I assist you Sire?" Derrick's holo-gram appeared, "I am afraid that your reunion with Tara will be cut short Captain. This is a matter that deals with Lieutenant Greeson. As I know, the two of you are engaged, it seems that his master is also. She will be challenging your fiancé. His master has suggested that you be present. This is voluntary, though I could make it an order. The woman is as good as Dempsy according to him; he says that it would be in the best interests of both you and Greeson, if you are there." Mara was shocked then a bit angry when Derrick explained all that was doing to happen. "I could blow her out of space, though I am sure that wouldn't sit well with David's master. I will be there Sire just say when." Derrick smiled it was good that she was onboard now he hoped the Greeson was trained enough to survive. It was three days later that a small, sleet craft exited hyper space heading toward the fleet. Onboard an Oriental woman looked out at the twelve massive ships her eyes wide, impressed with what she saw. Looking at the man at the controls she nodded. "This is courier one of Jitaku requesting permission to dock." The man said then waited. Celeste's voice came through as she answered. "Courier one, please move to the ship directly in front of you. We have been awaiting your arrival. I am opening bay one, please move within." The man's face was surprised as he saw a huge opening at the side of the ship. Looking at the woman she nodded as he started in. Within minutes the ship was shutting down as the opening closed. A large clang signaled that the opening was sealed. A moment later the woman moved to the doorway. Outside she was surprised to see five men waiting for her. A man with five stars on his shoulder stepped up. Behind him a man with three stars, two men with one star and last a man with a silver oak leaf. Johnathon Hartwell bowed to the woman, "Welcome Miss Onai. I am Admiral Hartwell of the Imperial space forces. We all have been sent to welcome you aboard." Onai bowed to Hartwell then to each man after they were introduced also bowing to her. She stopped before Daniel Norman as she looked intensely at his face. "You sir, I seem to have a memory of." She said to Norman. Norman nodded slightly, "Yes ma’am. I was with Kimon when he was home many years ago." "Yes, you were very honorable to me and father. We both were greatly impressed." Turning to Hartwell she stated, "This one shall accompany us to where Kimon is. If the rest of you are as honorable as this one is then this trip will be very pleasant. That is after the business at hand is finished." Hartwell was about to say something then snapped his mouth shut. Shaking his head he had all the others fall in behind Norman and Onai. Norman was shocked when she stepped next to him as they made their way into the ship. "The emperor wished to apologize for being unable to be present. He has a wedding of his own to the empress. We also have problems with a possible invading race." Onai waved off Norman's speech, "It is to be expected he has an empire to maintain. We are thrilled that he agreed to us coming aboard." Norman nodded then bowed, "We should proceed to where Kimon is, as I am sure you are anxious to see him." Onai's mouth gained a small thin smile then it was gone as fast. "Anxious? No my dear friend, I was anxious when he left. I was furious when he didn't return home again after the time the both of you were there. So anxious no, though I am expecting a full explanation from him." Here she turned to Norman, "I just hope it is satisfactory, dishonor is not a pretty thing as I am sure you know." Norman nodded as he tried to keep everything to himself. No sense in upsetting her with unexpected news. The party moved through the ship 'til it reached the training hall. Onai looked in seeing Dempsy, her eyes got wide as her face showed momentary anger. Walking in with a determined gait she stopped near Dempsy as she waited. Norman, Hartwell and the other men started moving people out as fast as possible no sense in getting everyone killed. Both Dempsy and Greeson stopped practicing noticing that everyone was departing the room. "Kimon Dempsy, this one never thought that you would be as big a coward as you are." Onai said stopping Dempsy dead in his tracks. "This one was not afraid as with you I had responsibilities. These I could not ignore, like..." Dempsy started. "Responsibilities!" Onai almost shouted. "Yes, you did have, one of which was returning home!" "I was..." Dempsy tried to start again. "No, we will discuss after." Here she walked up to Greeson. "You are Kimon's best student, who I understand helped to restore his honor. For that I thank you, now according to traditions I must challenge you. I suggest you not go easy as I will not or I will kill you. Impress me, and then perhaps I won't kill you. Your name?" "David Greeson, if you are going to challenge me, may I ask that my fiancé to be present?" Greeson asked. When Onai nodded with an even bigger smile on her face Greeson turned to Celeste who nodded. A moment later Mara Callie appeared. Turning back Greeson bowed and thanked Onai. A sly smile came to her lips as she stated. "You are challenged we begin in two minutes." Greeson nodded as he stretched. Onai removed her Yukata revealing she was in fighting attire. Both met in the middle of the mat bowing to each other. Tentatively they fought gauging each other rapidly getting faster and faster. Suddenly Onai was thrown back almost to the wall a huge smile on her face a rip on the chest of her attire. Springing back she reentered the fray. They were soon moving far faster than anyone but Dempsy could follow. Almost half an hour into the challenge Greeson suddenly gasp, he was flying back toward the wall at excessive speed. Springing back he was heading toward a startled Onai, spinning she caught him flinging him to the mat. Even as he rose she started a series of six rapid blows. Avoiding and blocking the first five Greeson was a little over confident as she grazed him with the sixth blow. Almost crumbling Greeson continued to block almost everything she threw. Finally Onai stopped holding up a hand. "I am impressed, you should get medically attended." She bowed again as she said, "It was an honor to fight one as strong as you. Kimon is the only one I have ever seen continue after the triple, triple move. He also was injured in his ribs. Ugh! Like him you are so stubborn." Here Onai pushed Greeson with a finger as he collapsed. Onai nodded with a smile then anger showed on her face as she turned to face Kimon.

Egg Chapter 4 Jacob woke up again for the third time in the night. Breathing heavily as sweat poured off of him, he tried to calm down. The nightmares of swirling darkness tormented him now without abating in its cryptic message. Sitting up, he looked over at the clock. “Damn,” he said out loud to himself at seeing the clock only read a little after four in red letters. Getting up, he moved to the bathroom to relieve the pressure he had. After that, he lay back in bed and thought about his previous day. Billy, his biggest bully, had been consumed by the apparition taking form in his parent's room. After attacking Jacob, the otherworldly being came to the rescue and Billy had been completely drained of his insides. The husk still lay next to the bed on the floor in his parent’s room. Thinking on that, Jacob realized his father would be due back any day now. A new sort of fear washed over him and he began to cry a bit. Jacob’s father would not understand what was going on. Even when the man returned, what would he say or even do about his missing lover? That thought made Jacob shudder in pain. He knew the fisted blows surely to come over it. His father would know, he always knew when Jacob had done something. Two people dead and so far the only things Jacob had gotten positive out of the experience was a promise from an alien lifeform of untold pleasures and the chance to get laid by Ms. Grace. Ms. Grace who had made advances on him twice earlier in the day. Once in the office and another in the library. Each time Jacob had wanted nothing more than allow her what she wanted. But he had to wait all day tomorrow to get to her. Tomorrow at the track field. He made the mental note and felt better with that. “Better to have something positive going than to keep dwelling on the two deaths,” he surmised to himself. With a sigh, he decided to get up for the day. Early as it was, he bet he could accomplish a few things before he left for school. The first thing was to search almost the entirety of the house. He avoided his father’s room and his shared parent’s room, but he looked for things that needed fixing. He got a list going. The first thing was replacing his father’s recliner. Broken when he and Shanda fucked on the thing. The chair had been old, and it wouldn’t matter what Jacob said. The fists would do all the talking in that conversation. With a shudder, Jacob found a recliner online that looked as close to the old as possible and ordered it. Jacob quickly found as he ordered things online that he had much more money than he anticipated. Saved up over the years by his father’s generous allowances and subsequently invested, Jacob ordered almost a new household worth of goods. His morning alarm going off brought him out of the trance of shopping. Blinking in surprise at the sudden intrusion, he got up and turned the alarm off. Rubbing his eyes and the stretching, Jacob felt good about what he accomplished. Granted a lot of mail would be delivered over the next few days, but with his new skinny body, he felt up to the task. Besides, if he could get most of the house finished and looking good, he bet his father would be impressed. Maybe even not notice the chair being different. Plus, something about the whole thing told him the house needed to look better anyway. Moving from his room, he showered and completed his morning rituals. As he was getting dressed, he noticed suddenly how hard his dick had become. It throbbed hard and a thought crossed his mind. With a sigh of mock annoyance, he left getting dressed and moved to his parent's old room. Even as he approached to open the door, he heard the pulsing of a heartbeat in liquid. He gripped the warm know, something he knew once turned to open the door, would herald a gust of humid air. He didn’t understand it, but the alien pod in the room seemed up the moisture in the air considerably. It promised queer things that Jacob did not understand. The knob turned and he almost choked with the smell. A salty tang of heat touched his tongue and it tasted sweet. He gagged on it and quickly turned back. Having felt as if he intruded, Jacob frowned knowing his cock would have to wait now for satisfaction. Worship was the only way to whatever goddess he know pledged himself to, but self-worship seemed inappropriate to him. Never one to actually masturbate, he returned to his room and finished getting dressed. After some breakfast, which still consisted of a few pieces of fruit and some boiled eggs, he suddenly remembered that he had Ms. Grace's number. In the previous night's festivities, he had forgotten to text her. Rushing to find his phone, he sent a text. “Hey, it’s me, Jacob.” Jacob had an iPhone. One that allowed him to see if the message had been delivered and read by the recipient. He watched in morbid fascination as not only did it swap immediately from delivered to read, but also appeared with the typing ellipses. “Finally. Thought you forgot about me.” His stomach sank. He had never texted a girl before let alone dreamed of one responding quickly to him. It made him feel like she was excited to hear from him. Sitting there for a moment at his table, he responded. “Had something come up and had to take care of it.” She sent back a frowny face. “I practically waited up all night,” she responded. That guilted him a bit. “Sorry, life,” he replied trying to play it off. “Don’t you want this?” Jacob was about to reply asking what she was talking about when a picture suddenly appeared on the phone. He dropped his phone out of surprise and quickly recovered himself before picking the phone back up. A girl, no a woman had sent him a picture of her naughty parts. Parts he got to touch yesterday. Hers was completely bare. Plump and pale with butterflied lips that glistened with moisture. Pink petals looked inviting as hell and he licked his lips thinking about how hot her pussy felt in his hands. Shaking, he responded. “How can I not?” “Its all yours,” she replied. “Do I still have to wait?” He asked. The ellipses for response typed for a long time. So much so that Jacob became aware of the time. He swore to himself before finishing dressing. Moving quickly, he gathered his school stuff and phone before moving through the house. As Jacob left home and walked to school, he found himself disappointed that Grace didn’t respond. Even as he walked into school, the phone didn’t go off. He silenced the device with a heavy sigh and headed to his first class. Class didn’t mean anything to Jacob. Even as people complimented his new look and inquired about it his only thoughts centered around Grace and her gorgeous pussy. Plus, he worried constantly about her never responding. By lunch, he had lost his patience. Walking down the halls, he went on the hunt for Grace. His first stop took him to the office where after some inquiry he learned she hadn’t even shown up to school. That set him on a course of sending another text. Jacob had leaned up against a set of lockers while he stared at his phone. He hesitated to open the thread for fear of the picture being still visible. And he nerves began setting in as he thought about what to send. Jacob by no means felt desperate, but still, he was nervous to message again. He somehow knew that would make him seem desperate. With a shrug, he took action. “You okay?” The message sent and delivered. Almost immediately it said read too. Then a reply came. “Oh my god, I forgot to send my last text.” “Okay,” he replied not knowing what to say to that. His stomach sank a bit with the realization that she had forgotten. Mostly because he didn’t know what it meant. “Seriously, can you meet me at the meeting place like right now?” That was a question Jacob did not expect. He sat against the wall thinking of the consequences for a moment. Then another messaged arrived. “I literally cannot wait anymore. I’ll be there in ten.” The message made him suddenly panic. How was he going to get through the school not only that fast but the break between classes had almost concluded? Swiftly he moved off the wall and navigated halls. He surmised that if he could just make it to the computer hall wing, he would be able to use one of the side doors there to leave. With a target in mind, Jacob left his leaning post and navigated the halls. As he walked, Jacob almost wished he had his once ginormous frame. People bumped into him, many of them unaware now of who he was. Thankfully, there weren’t any comments about this frame. That would have ruined the mood of everything. As he rounded a corner, he found himself suddenly in an empty hall. Any second now the bell would ring to signal the start of class. Jacob moved quicker now. He knew the hall he needed to get to would be unwatched by teachers for stragglers. Then as he moved, a sudden thought of being caught by a teacher became a real possibility. To his surprise, when he rounded the next corner he ran right into what he didn’t want to. Ms. Devons let out a squeal of surprise as Jacob ran into her. He bounded and he heard her fall to the floor on her rump. “I’m sorry Ms. Devons,” Jacob stuttered out in horror. This woman was not the one he wanted to run into at the moment. When he suddenly felt a hand grip his hard cock, which had grown painfully hard growing down the leg of his pants. He had been so focused on moving through the halls, he had done his best to ignore it. Now that Ms. Devons had grasped it and elicited a gasp from the both of them, he throbbed even more painfully. “Oh my god,” Ms. Devons spoked before her hand let go. Jacob grabbed it and pulled her up. Ms. Devons could only be described as a small petite woman. She wore glasses that always changed in style. It seemed to Jacob the few times he had studied her, that she pursued a life of shifting personas. Sometimes she was meek, other times powerful. Today she looked small to him and her blue eyes looked up at him with astonishment. “I am so sorry,” She said slowly as if trying to wrap her mind around the situation. “It’s okay, but, I’m late for class,” Jacob replied knowing it was a lie, but the way his cock throbbed in anticipation of events to come, it didn’t matter to him that he did. “Get to class,” she said, seeming to stare right through him. “Thanks,” he said and left her standing in the hallway. He continued his way through the hall until he arrived at one last corner. Being careful this time, he slowed down enough to gather if anyone was near as he cleared it. Nobody in the halls, he went without hassling until he reached the door he sought. No one tended to watch the doors. The halls of Silverton High happened to worry not about its students leaving. Most faculty offered engaging classes and the school’s academic national ranking put it often high on the list of great school’s. Outside, Jacob blinked under the bright sun. The side entrance had few windows that watched it and the few that did, only one that rarely had an occupant. This entrance to the school opened directly next to the auditorium. Brick and stone flashed past him as he moved, a sense of urgency pulsing in his testicles. Jacob felt driven to get to the meeting place at all means. Past the biggest part of the building was the fields. The Track field ran all the way around two football fields while being framed by two baseball fields and two soccer fields. Woven in between the fields and track were different stadium setting like areas with bleachers, concession stands and buildings. Jacob knew a lot of these areas, as he often had used many before to hide at lunches, breaks and to avoid going home. He even knew how to get into some of the buildings as their locks hadn’t been maintained in some years. Moving between the buildings, Jacob realized that he had no idea what her vehicle looked like or where she would even park. There were other vehicles and so he leaned up against a wall, obscured by shadows. “Are you here?” he sent to her. The message delivered but did not get read. He looked at his phone impatient that she would continue to keep him waiting. Didn’t she know how much he needed relief? Minutes passed and he looked from his phone to the cars all around. Nothing gave him a hint of where she was. The fact she hadn’t read his message sent shivers of rising fear in him. His thoughts centered on this endeavor being a cruel joke. Then he heard the sound of footsteps. Panicking, he moved as far as he could in the shadows, hoping not to be seen at all. “Jacob?” a small feminine whispered. The voice could barely be heard and he almost missed it altogether. “Grace?” he responded, his heart pounding in his chest. There was shuffling in some dirt and then Jacob saw Grace. She moved slowly on the wall opposite him. She wore a floral patterned sundress with leather sandals. He could see her red lipstick from where he stood, shining in the light of the sun. Het blonde hair also glimmered in the rays of light. Grace looked like an angel to Jacob and his throat became dry. “Where are you?” She whispered. “Right here,” Jacob said after clearing his throat. Nervous, he walked out of the shadows and into the light. They stood looking at each other for a moment, her blue eyes darting about as she looked down the lanes. “We are in a bad place to meet,” she said. “I kind of hoped there would be more privacy.” She was biting her lip and shifting about on her feet in what looked to Jacob like impatience. “We can’t do much here,” she said with a groan. “Why can’t we leave?” Jacob asked. “There were people near my car. If I was seen leaving with a student,” she said looking down. There was no need to finish the sentence as Jacob understood the implication. “I know a place close by,” he said. She stopped moving. “What do you mean?” “These old buildings aren’t all secured well,” he replied whilst turning suddenly and walking briskly on a route to a building he knew he could break into. “Follow me.” Jacob never felt so alive in his life. The exhilaration of talking to a girl and actually having her follow him made him happier than anything in his life. The building that Jacob chose was almost in the center of the fields. He had no idea what the building had been intended to originally be used for, but he knew that inside it had a few amenities that would be perfect for the two of them. Walking up to the door, he moved the lock and yanked hard on the doorknob. Like magic, the door popped open. “See?” he said to Grace. “If we didn’t need this room so bad, I would have to reprimand you for this,” she said. She was back to dancing on her tiptoes. “Can we go in?” “After you,” he replied. Grace didn’t wait and she went inside. He followed. “It's a little dark,” she commented. Jacob always knew the place would be. The building had no windows and only single lights in the center of the rooms. Upgrades had never been done here and one would have to wander blindly to the center of the room to find the cord to pull. Jacob did this and soon bathed both of them in yellow light. “This is old,” she said with a circle examining the room. “At least there are things to be used.” Jacob was about to say something but thought better of it. The dryness in his throat had come back and he feared souring her mood. She stopped turning facing him. “I would never have known this was on campus,” she said. “How did you find this?” “Hiding,” he replied feeling sudden heat rising in him as his fists clenched. His gaze fell to the floor and he blinked back tears as he felt ashamed for being such a weak person. “It wasn’t right how you were treated,” Grace said and her feet appeared into his view. Looking up, he was thrown back as Grace threw herself on him and wrapped herself around him. A tongue was thrust into his mouth. He tasted the sweet cherry on her lips, its sweetness a surprise. The warmth of her tongue was too. Her kiss was sloppy but he minded not. It's as a disappointment when she broke the kiss. “I’m gonna make it up to you as much as I can though,” She said with a sudden fierceness in her voice. Jacob didn’t know what brought them to where they were within a few seconds, but he soon found himself pressed up against a wall. Hands were ripping his pants open and soon they were about his ankles. Hands rubbed his clothed crotch as she bit insistently at his ear. “Fuck’n Christ Jacob,” she said. “What?” he replied in a panic. “If the ladies knew you had this, let us just say you would have been much more popular.” “Thanks,” he said. “You know, you’re pretty yourself.” “So is your cock too I bet.” She knelt down in front of him and she yanked his boxers down. His cock relished the freedom as it flopped heavily out into the air. “I have to taste it,” she groaned. Jacob wasn’t sure what he expected. Maybe a lick or even kiss. But when he watched her begin swallowing his cock, all he could do is fall back against the wall and allow the sensations of the blow job to wash over him. Sucking sounds filled the room as well as wet ones. His cock felt heavenly as she sucked on the tip. Then she was slowly jacking him off whilst looking up at him. “I want to suck this down my throat, but I think you’re too big.” Jacob could really care less out it. His dick needed more of the stimulation now. Something washed over and he felt a surge of power inside himself. “That’s okay, you can try again after you shove it into up your pussy.” The look of surprise on her face was something he relished at that moment. “I had totally forgotten that I wanted to fuck,” she said. “This cock is just so amazing looking.” “Its all yours right now,” Jacob said with a sigh of impatience. The throbs for release becoming insistent. “Seems like our friend here is really getting impatient,” She noted before standing up. “I don’t want you to fuck me right at this moment. That thing is too big for you to shove into me right away.” Jacob was almost insulted, but then his brain clicked to tell him she hadn’t cut at him. Instead, she had told him she needed to be the one to put his cock into her. Maybe his dick had become too big, but if she wanted to ride it, there didn’t need to be a complaint from him. “There’s a spot I can lay down,” he said. Grace leaned forward and kissed him once more, rubbing herself against his body. His cock sandwiched between the two of them as she did. The stimulation made him shake and by the time she broke the kiss he was panting. “Let’s go, I really can’t wait any longer,” she said. Jacob kicked his pants away and moved to a set of stairs. “There is an unused cot upstairs,” he said, before going up. He made it to the top and fumble once more the light. Once on, he saw at once that grace stood at the top of the stair naked. “Sundresses are easy off and to put back on,” she said. Grace was much more petite than he realized. Her clothing the other day accentuated her chest, which sported large spheres of breasts. Big and perky, with nipples jutting out proudly. Her waist was toned and hips a bit wider than he would have thought. Grace was gorgeous with her blond hair and red lips. “You can pick your jaw up,” she said with a giggle. “I have never stood naked before in front of a student.” Jacob wondered briefly if she had been with many students or if he was the first. “I would never do this, only tease, but there something about you,” she continued. Something told him she was feeling guilty all of a sudden and out of place. “We don’t have to,” he offered. “But you won’t get a chance at this cock again.” To iterate his point, Jacob went over to the cot. Surprisingly there wasn’t a build up of dust on the thing. He has down and began slowly jacking himself. “Sure be nice to have something promised on it,” Jacob said. It was weird to him how easily he could swap from a meek person into a sexual being. Plus, it felt right too and that unnerved him a bit. What would he become when all was said and done? Goops of pre-cum came out the tip, to which Jacob used to lather up his cock. This action lubed himself up and soon he groaned in pleasure with the sensations. He closed his eyes trying to remember what sex felt like. “Dammit,” Grace said with a stamp of her feet. “I can’t stand it anymore.” Jacob heard her and he opened his eyes to see Grace coming over to him. Her breasts barely moved as she walked, but her hips swung sultrily. As she walked up, Jacob didn’t even bother to stop himself. Grace wasted no time in walking up to him. Jacob soon found himself pushed onto his back and Grace’s tongue back in his mouth. This time, Grace openly moaned into him and Jacob got braver in his hands. Her breasts were firm and heavy in his hands as he squeezed them gently. A feat that was new to him, but he figured if he made her moan, that was what he should continue doing. Soon enough, his hands roamed to her nipples, to which he delightfully found she groaned throatily and shoved her tongue deeper down his throat. “Touch me,” she said after breaking the kiss. The sudden ability to breath easier had Jacob gasping for air. “Just like you did in the library.” Reaching between them, Jacob snaked a hand down her body until he could move a finger through soaking swollen lips. He remembered that she had thick labia and they felt spongy to his touch as he rubbed over their slippery surfaces. Unfortunately, Jacob was too embarrassed to tell Grace of his inexperience with sex. Press as he may, he had no practice in female anatomy in any significant way, but he did know some things. Like how if you rubbed a hand on the firm nub hidden between the folds of a woman’s labia, it would cause a great amount of pleasure to her. Jacob fumbled through slippery folds of sex until he found her clit. Rubbing vigorously on it made him jump. “You found the right spot,” she groaned. Jacob really didn’t care what she had to say about it. He found himself fascinated by finding the pleasure point. And hers seemed to be extremely sensitive. “Oh yes,” she exclaimed. Jacob had begun rubbing vigorously on the nub. Before he knew it, he felt his hand become covered in an unknown liquid. “You made me squirt,” she cried out. Her thighs powerfully clamped around his hand, trapping him in a painful vice. Jacob felt unprepared as she convulsed uncontrollably. The pattering of fluid hitting the floor could barely be heard through her gasps. “Are you okay?” Jacob asked, not understanding what had just occurred. Grace had fallen silent for the most part, but her body hadn’t relaxed yet. “Hey.” Grace opened her eyes and bit her lip. “That was delicious,” she said. “I needed that.” She relaxed and Jacob withdrew his hand. He tried to lean up only to be stopped when she grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back down onto the cot. “But as it goes, you can't get too much of a good thing,” she said. A fierceness in her hands told Jacob he was in some sort of trouble right at this moment. She moved and ended up straddling him around his waist. “I’m gonna be sore after this.” Jacob didn’t know what else to do, but her bountiful breasts did hang in front of his face. Reaching up with both hands, he managed to position one to suckle on. Grace let out a throaty moan, even leaning to lower her chest for easier access to him. He felt elated right now as his cock throbbed. The flesh of her nipple was something new to him. Heck, the whole experience was new for the most part. His first sexual encounter was way more animalistic than what currently transpired, and he lacked the opportunity to properly experience. He didn’t intend to let the second time pass. Moving back and forth, he suckled without abandon between the two bags of flesh. He loved how firm they were, and felt a strangely comforted with it. Something felt right about it and missing from his life. “God Jacob,” She cried out. He felt a warmth spread over his stomach. “You peed on me?” he said in sudden fear as he unlatched from a nipple. It was only when he did that he saw she was in another fit of convulsions. Her face contorted in what seemed like pain. As she seemed to recover, that is when she moved. “I need your cock in me right now,” she yelled. Suddenly, she moved and he found the head of his dick bouncing around looking for a comforting place to be. He groaned in disappointment when he chest left his immediate reach as she leaned up. Watching as she reached back, he noted how flexible she appeared to be. “One day you may get to see how flexible I am,” she replied. “But today, I am just content in draining everything out of your cock that it has to offer me.” And like that, he slid up her oily cunt. “Helps a lot that I slobbered this thing down my throat,” she groaned. “I don’t know what you mean,” Jacob replied, trying to keep his mind lucid as a tight hole took him in. It felt like a band of rubber being stretched around his cock as it went down the length. “The lube my spit provides,” she told him. “Let’s you slide right in easily.” He could agree with that sentiment. When she sank down his entire length the both of them froze not making a sound at all. Jacob could feel her heartbeat around his dick. A pulsing as her pussy squeezed repeatedly and pleasantly. “Hey,” she said. He looked from her chest up to her face. “I hope you’re ready, cause I’m gonna milk your cock with my fuckhole.” Then she leaned forward and began riding his cock. They both gasped with the machinations of her body. She rode his cock slowly, doing things Jacob wished he had a camera for. One thing was for sure, he had moved his hands to her hips to find that she had a wonderful amount of cushion there. Fingers dug into the flesh as she shifted her hips up and down. “I’m gonna tire out with your length,” she said with a moan. “But I can’t stop riding it.” “Please don’t,” he begged her. Sex with a woman seemed to be much more enjoyable to him when she took it from him. Made him feel like she wanted him even more than presenting herself as Shanda did. A pang of guilt washed over him for a second until he remembered that Grace was just like Shanda. A slut who needed sex to survive. Who wanted the pleasure to never end. What more was there to her life? “I don’t aim to stop boy until your balls are shriveled up raisins,” she hissed while increasing her pace. “I love sex, but hot cum splashing against my womb sets me off even more.” “That’s good because you keep it up,” he grunted trying to concentrate on holding back the inevitable torrent of cum he no doubt would unleash into her. “I’m gonna cum.” “Don’t hold back,” she said. “I need it.” Her pace picked up even more, impossible as it seemed to Jacob. He heard the slick noises of their sexes being together. It was all too much for him. “Argh,” he yelled. “Yes,” she screamed in reply. “Fill my fuckhole.” Each spurt of cum came more powerful than the one before it. Powerful throbs that made grunt with their passing. He could feel his balls emptying. “God yes,” she cried out. “Ow,” he was his reply. Her long nails scratched down his chest leaving a feeling of fire in the paths. Still, he continued to cum. A fire hose that refused to cease in its dousing mission. At the conclusion of his orgasmic release, Jacob relaxed with a warm feeling washing over his body. “That was incredible,” she said getting off of him. She fell on the cot next to him. Things were bigger than he expected, but then as curvy as she was, she wasn’t big. “I want you to take a picture of your cum leaking out, then we can go back to fucking.” “Okay,” Jacob replied getting up from the cot. He found a phone thrust into his hand. “Kneel down and take as many pictures you can as I push out your cum,” she said. “There is a lot of it.” Grace had lain down and he watched as her chest heaved. “Go there is so much,” she said between the heavy breaths. Jacob didn’t reply. Instead, he knelt down between her legs. He pulled the camera app up on her phone. “You don’t keep your phone locked?” He asked snapping a few pictures of her angry red lips. The petals of her pussy inflamed in an even angrier red. Her clit had become swollen and engorged fully or so it seemed to him. It could have been hiding before when he fingered her as he did not expect to see the dime sized dome of glistening flesh poking out so proudly out of her meat curtains. “No need to,” she said. “Concerning the situation, I love to take pictures of my creamy cunt or myself often. Need two phones with my career field.” Jacob thought for a moment and worried that she had many pictures of her cunt full of cum. “You ready?” she asked. “One sec,” Jacob replied. He set up the phone and snapped a few photos of her pussy. “Ready.” “I’m gonna spread myself first,” she told him. Jacob didn’t respond but took pictures of her pussy as she moved fingers to spread her outer labia. As they spread, she groaned. “It's still so hot.” A few seconds elapsed and then the white creamy goo began flowing through her meaty lips. He marveled with each press of the photo taking button at how astonishingly gorgeous a woman’s sex was. Her hidden hole blinked open and shut many times and then, began sputtering the thick goo out. “Oh god,” she cried out. “It’s going down my ass.” Sure enough, the cum was doing that. Viscously flowing out of her gaping hole. Jacob marveled at his handwork creamily flowing down to and across the bud of her ass. Even though he snapped pictures continuously, the sight of pink butthole being covered slowly in cum made his cock spring almost painfully back into the ready position. Then another sight about it made his mind reel in memory. Shanda’s puckering asshole became called to mind. Ridged fissures of her sphincter that anus were not as pronounced as Grace’s but he knew the woman had enjoyed anal sex extensively. Grace’s asshole looked well used to Jacob as the ring of her anus happened to be swollen and way bigger than the dime-sized of Shanda’s. This anus happened to be the size of a half dollar and the fissure from its edge was thick and canyon-like as they traveled into dark depths. Feeling bold and without warning, he rubbed the white cum around it. “Oh, you tease,” Grace groaned. He applied more pressure against its elastic tissue. She began breathing heavier once more. “It's warm,” Jacob commented. “You’re gonna find out shortly how much warmer if you keep doing that.” “Oh, I don’t need the threat,” Jacob said looking up and locking eyes with her. His finger sunk into the orifice with no resistance. “God, you’re bold.” “Says the office slut on the cot with a student,” he replied. A second finger joined the first. “You’re being mean,” she said with a moan. “Would a cock be better?” he asked. Jacob didn’t wait for a reply. He put the phone gently on the floor and moved up between her legs. Her eyes didn’t move from his as he sunk his cock back into her cunt. “What are you doing?” “Lubing my cock up for that ass,” he replied. She bit her lip. “I don’t know what it is, but the surprises keep coming.” “What do you mean?” Jacob replied taking his cock out. Her mouth opened up as if to say something. He looked down and positioned his cock against her puckering anus. The fissures of her ass rubbed pleasantly against the head of his dick. “You just seem so shy and quiet,” she replied. “Is that what you like?” Jacob asked rhetorically. “Finding a young man who is shy so you can destroy their innocence?” Jacob had begun raising his voice, but he had a smile on his face. “Don’t be mean,” she cried out. He didn’t know if that was because of what he said or due to the head of his cock pressing up against his eager sphincter. “Mean,” Jacob said with a laugh. “Mean would be taking this cock away wouldn’t it?” Grace let out a gasp, horror written all over her face. “Please just stick it up my ass,” she begged. “I can’t live without you up my ass.” “Without me?” Jacob said out loud. No one had ever said something so remotely as needing him in any way. In fact, Jacob had felt earlier when asking about her desire for a young inexperienced male that it could have been any. The insistence that he needed “Him” was something of a surprising conundrum for Jacob. This slut wasn’t just one who wanted cock, she needed his cock. Up her ass. What woman used those coupling of words for anyone? “Yes, god yes just fuck me,” she cried out in a desperate plea. He almost freaked out when he locked eyes with her and say her eye shadow running in black down her cheeks. With an intake of air, he obliged her desperation and sank himself into her bowels. The heat once again hugged his cock and the sensation was softer to plow his dick against. It's felt different to from his first experience, and Jacob felt more in control having his cock where it was. In fact, even as he pulled his cock out of the sheathing orifice, Grace had fallen quiet. “You okay?” he asked, feeling genuine concern, but in reality, he couldn’t stop himself from what he was doing. At this moment, she was something to be used right now for his enjoyment. As he moved, he looked at her and had a bad realization. Grace’s eyes were rolled into the back of her head. While the sounds of his cock schlicking in and out of her ass dominated the noises, he relaxed seeing that she still breathed. He stopped though. “Hey,” Jacob said. There was no reply from her. Her eyes were closed now. Feeling suddenly ashamed and exposed, Jacob did the only thing his mind could think up of. He stopped having sex with her. His dick popped out and he almost freaked realizing that she passed out, she may not remember anything about their encounter. So he placed her on the cot completely and grabbed her dress, which he placed onto her form as best he could. Not knowing what else to do, he headed downstairs and dressed. Picking his phone up off the ground, where it had fallen before, he decided to take a course of action which would placate his fear. Right now, Jacob had nothing if Grace woke up and panicked herself. Moving back upstairs, he was assaulted by the scent of sex hanging in the air. He moved through it cautiously as if he were hiding in a fog. Moving quickly, he grabbed her phone and began sending himself everything on it he could find. Surprisingly, Jacob didn’t find much in concerns of sex. Only pictures that he had taken of their encounter. There were tons of pictures of herself in various poses and outfits. All sent to himself. Finishing, he did check on her once more. She didn’t rouse at all. Feeling bad, he sent a text to her explaining the situation and to call him when she awoke. In all actuality, the whole thing left Jacob unsettled as he had never been in the situation. “Waiting around seems like a bad idea,” he said out loud to himself. He let out a sigh of despair before deciding to leave. Walking out of the building on the baseball fields was always a nerve-wracking event for Jacob. Being caught using the buildings by an administrator would be one thing, but if any of his bullies followed then the hideaways would end up being torture areas. Maybe now they would be fucking areas. Opening the door slowly, he peered out before realizing that night had fallen. The sight made him check his phone and over three hours had passed since he had snuck into the building. Feeling brave now that night had fallen, Jacob left the building. Walking through the fields Jacob found himself unmolested. No one happened to be around and he went through the fields quickly before reaching the brighter sidewalks. Jacob’s pace was slow as he walked under the streetlights. The night air was cooler than yesterday and he found himself having missed the walks to and from school. Something that he hadn’t crossed his mind as he spent past days at home. He checked his phone often, hoping that Grace would text him at some point telling him she was okay. With no luck, he walked down streets navigating them with confidence in that there wasn’t lurking in wait. A slight breeze rustled trees and Jacob began whistling. He felt great except maybe for the uncomfortableness of his cock. It was still swollen, but when he put his pants on, he had tucked the throbbing member up past the waistband. The head pushed against his belly button with its curve, but he paid it no mind as he walked. The throbbing from the lack of release bothered him, but walking dulled it. Looking up, he saw the moon and found himself lost in its luminous brilliance. The stars complimented the night with it, sharing in the beauty. He thought it funny how he never looked at the stars before. Then again, he also never stayed out late either on account of his father. As he walked now, he thought of the man that was his father. The man was late coming home. Business trips could last like that, but Jacob was sure that his father had probably taken a vacation on the return. Such actions had been taken before and even once when he was much younger, Jacob had been home alone for over a month. His father showed up one day, beat him as usual and life went on. No explanations, no love, and no life. A tear fell down his face as he walked down the street to his house. The flashing lights of red and blue on the street in front of his house made him utterly panic. Taking some breaths, he went home fast. As he walked down the sidewalk, a cop in full uniform walked up to him. “Hold on there,” the officer said quickly betraying her gender before he could tell. “What’s going on?” Jacob asked fearing that his father had come home and found the alien in the bedroom. “There’s a gas leak further down the street,” she said. It took a moment for that to register in his mind. “Gas?” “Yeah, couple of houses down. The Millers had a line open up. We have everyone staying back from their place until the all clear is given.” There wasn’t a find. Jacob checked the driveway. No car that matched his father’s. Just a few emergency vehicles sitting with lights whirling in their different colors. With a sigh of relief, he asked how long the wait would be. “Not much longer now. They had to dig the line up and once it is changed out, everyone can go home.” “Okay cool.” “Where do you live?” “Right here,” Jacob replied pointing at his house. The female cop blinked at him in surprise. “I’m so sorry we didn’t realize anyone would be home,” she said to him. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Just want to go in.” “You actually can,” she said. “You’re outside of the zone.” “Good,” Jacob said before moving on. A crazy thing for him being that she was an authority figure. Normally he would have been too terrified to do such things. “Have a good night officer.” If she responded Jacob didn’t hear. He walked up briskly to his door and quickly let himself inside. Securing the door, he moved to check the entirety of the house for security. Something that should have been done before. The front door may have been locked, but if anyone came inside the house through the unlocked back door or windows, they could find out. The chore done, Jacob’s stomach growled. Moving to the kitchen, he fixed a healthy dinner, stripping his clothes while he did. After eating, he headed upstairs to shower. After the shower, Jacob knew there was one thing left to do. He needed to check on the lifeform in his parent’s bedroom. That worried him as he had no idea what would be in store for him when he did. It took him ten whole minutes to work up the nerve to check. Mostly because of the flashing lights that rebounded through window curtains. If the lifeform had a plan of action or anything went wrong, cops were nearby to intervene. Moving to the room, Jacob opened the door slowly. A humid heat of hair did assault him like it did that morning accompanied now by a salty pleasant scent. The second is that the cocoon that held the alien priestess had drastically changed. The pod on the wall that looked like a pregnant belly did not look like it was pregnant anymore. A hole in the yellow membrane had spilled the liquid contents onto the floor, which had stained the carpet green and yellow. That stain radiated out and covered almost the entirety of the carpet in the room. Something moved inside the pod. A slushing of sorts and more liquid spilled to the floor. Tendrils had drooped from their anchors and the pod now looked sickly to him. There wasn’t life contained within its cells anymore. Another slushing sound came from the emptying sac. Nervous, Jacob did the one thing that his instincts screamed not to do. He made a noise. “Hello?” he said. The moving that had been going on stopped. A weird breathing noise could be heard resounding from the sac. “Do you need help?” he asked not even knowing why he did. The pounding in his ears told him to run. But he couldn’t move. “Jacob,” it spoke his name with a hiss. More weird breathing noises. “I can smell that it's you.” “It is,” he said. “I’ll release you then,” it said once more in a raspy voice. Then it felt like a weight had been suddenly lifted off of him. “You are about to see my glorious birth,” it said. How fortuitous for you.” “Uh thanks,” Jacob responded honestly not wanting to be in the room any longer. It may be here because of him, but he didn’t know what was about to exit the opening pod. “It's my thanks,” it said in its raspy voice. “It's taking me a bit to set my new body up.” “Is that why your voice is raspy?” He asked the question before he thought about it being rude to the alien. It laughed in response. “Sorry,” he said looking down as heat burned into his cheeks. “Don’t be, I need the feedback,” it said. Moments passed. Jacob sighed and moved to lean against the wall. From there he spied the dried out remains of Billy laying still in the same position from his death. That sight made Jacob shudder in guilt feeling that the poor guy didn’t truly deserve the way he died. “Jacob,” a heavenly feminine voice said. “I think I have the voice correct now.” “I’ll say,” he said, genuinely surprised with the change. “It sounds good?” “Like heaven spoke itself,” he said with a smile. “That’s supposed to be a compliment,” she said and then there was a second of silence. “Yes, it was. Thank you.” “There will be many more I think,” he said. “As long as it’s all for the betterment of worship.” She was referring to sex. Jacob knew that. “I worshipped with a woman earlier,” he said. “I know, that was meant to be,” she said. “She is undergoing a change as we speak.” “What do you mean?” Sloshing in the pod was his response. He watched as the taunt grey looking skin of the belly moved around. Something wriggled underneath and even though Jacob had no idea what it would look like, it didn’t worry him that a monster may emerge from the pod. He figured this situation was either really great, to which it had been for the most part. Or the situation would dissolve into a poor one and then, he figured there would be no need to worry. Sighing, Jacob turned over to look at the bed his parents once used more than a few years ago. He worried that his father would see that someone had been in the room. Besides the fact that the pod was present and so was a body. “You worry too much,” she said. At least, he hoped it was a she. That was the whole point of offering a female up to her to bond too is so that she would be. Gender seemed to be a fluid concept to her kind, or rather whatever she was. “I try not too,” he said sheepishly. “Are you okay?” “Of course,” she replied. “I am currently just disseminating memories and figuring out this body that I have.” “Oh,” he replied. “It's different. While the woman grew up with this, this is my first time possessing a physical form.” Jacob found that understandable. “We have a huge mess to clean up,” he said after a moment. “Don’t worry about the body or this pod. Both are easily disposed of.” As if to support the statement, a tentacle fell from the ceiling to the floor and landed with a crunch. In moments it began cracking before disintegrating into dust. “What about you?” “I am no so easily disposed, but I will require a bath and food soon.” “I can handle both,” he said. “Be back soon.” Jacob tore out of the room. It may have been getting late into the night, but Jacob rushed out of the house excitedly. There weren’t many reasons not too. The first thing was to get would be things for a woman to bathe in. Running as fast as he could, something that didn’t even register to him that he was doing, he went down lighted streets until he reached a department store. Shopping for someone other than himself was entirely new, especially being that before when Jacob’s weight prevented him from shopping in the store himself. He always shopped online. The experience was lost on him as he stood in the aisle of body soaps. He had no idea what to really get, so he grabbed three different liquid body washes. Then he was off to do the same for shampoos and conditioners. He matched flavors and then moved to find toothpaste and vaginal washes. After a few moments, he realized he needed a cart and went to the front to get one. No one bothered him as he went back to buy deodorants and perfumes. He even grabbed a few different lubes. Everything he gathered wasn’t just for her either, he realized quickly that anything that would aid in ‘Worshiping’ on her side of things, then he needed to provide it. Also moving quickly, he got some clothing items for her. Being that money wasn’t a big deal to him, he bought a few different sizes of clothing that didn’t have numbers but letters of sizes. He assumed and hoped that she would fit between small and large sizes. After getting sweat pants, shorts, underwear and a few shirts he went over to the men’s side and bought a few shirts to fit himself. Not wanting to offend if by chance what he bought she didn’t like. Thinking on that, he went back and bought a few sundresses too. Food was the last thing to buy. He had no idea what to get her for that. Moving fast, he grabbed a variety of foods, including sweets. After finishing and checking out, which thankfully there were self-checkout stations, he left. Standing outside, Jacob only now realized a major flaw in his outing. He had no way of walking with the items. No car owned or even a person to call for a ride. Sighing, Jacob did the only things he could think of to do. Looking around and feeling altogether like a criminal, Jacob left the department store and traveled home. Thankfully, Jacob knew he could take side roads to get home. Less traveled ones, but it would take longer to get home. So far, Jacob surmised he had been gone for over an hour. The what-ifs piled up in his mind and more than once, he stopped to keep himself from hyperventilating. Home neared and Jacob had a full-on panic attack seeing the flashing lights in the distance. In his rush, Jacob hadn’t even considered the emergency down the street from his house. A street over and he would be home. Right now, he stood on a plane in another existence trying to figure out his problem. On one hand, there was the option of leaving the cart by the back yard. A tall wooden fence hid the yard. The issue was, that meant leaving the card in the open next to a neighbors fence. That would surely mean that if he was stopped or held up the cart wouldn’t necessarily be there when he made it back. The other hand meant walking up to his home with the cart. With a deep breath, he chose the latter. Walking down his street pushing a cart probably wasn’t the oddest or worst transgression on his block. Jacob didn’t live in the best part of town it was far from the worst. There still happened to be homeless who occasionally frequented the area. Pushing the cart, Jacob moved closer to home and the emergency vehicles. The cart moved especially noisier as he approached home. He never realized how covered in loose gravel the sidewalks had. As he approached home the same blonde cop from earlier approached him. “Hey you need to stay back,” she said to him. “Oh, it’s you.” “Yeah, it's me,” he replied feeling sheepish and scratching his head. “You rushed out so fast earlier,” she said. “Yeah was in a rush. Had to run an errand for my dad and well,” Jacob motioned to the cart full of stuff. “You stole the cart?” “Not on purpose, but I didn’t have another way to carry my stuff,” he said. He saw her tense up. “I plan on returning it.” He held his hands up and put on a face of despair. “I don’t know if I can let this slide,” she said biting her lip. “You have a receipt?” “Yes,” Jacob replied. He dug through his pockets and produced the slip of paper to the officer. She snatched the receipt from him. “Let me see this.” Jacob sat there in his annoyance, but he didn’t let it be known how annoyed he was. She went through every bag and checked. “You have an interesting haul here.” “My dad is bringing home some new girl from overseas and apparently she didn’t have clothing. He didn’t tell me sizes.” “Oh,” she replied. “Yeah, this is really awkward for me too,” Jacob said again scratching the back of his head. “Get the cart back by tomorrow night,” she told him handing the receipt over to him. He took the paper and almost cringed when their skin touched. “I'll be by to check and make sure you returned it.” She walked off her radio cackling in noise. Letting out his breath, he pushed the cart up to his front door. Opening the door, he quickly moved the bags inside and left the cart on the porch before going in. The food was the first priority. Putting it up quickly, he moved to grab the soaps first. Moving upstairs, he worried what sight would greet him when he entered his parent’s bedroom. Jacob wasted no time in walking in and put the bags of soap onto the bed. He did catch that Billy no longer lay where he was. Noting that a dusty end was probably the cause, he turned to the apparatus on the wall. There was no hint of life at all in the thing. The outside looked like tree bark and the only thing still hanging was the actual pod, which had turned white in totality. “You there?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied. “My skin has hardened.” “That’s good,” he replied having no idea what she was talking about. “I’m ready to emerge.” She didn’t even wait for him to reply. Instead, the white sac ripped open and he watched as a human woman emerged. That sight surprised the hell out of Jacob. He didn’t expect her to look human or as a woman at all. She came out and he drank the view in as she stretched. This woman was an avatar of fertility. She had an hourglass figure with a voluptuous body. He could see just from her hip size that her backside was big. He tiny waist was toned. Her breasts perked up with their grapefruit size with giant jutting nipples. She stopped stretching and dropped her arms to her side. Black hair shined like obsidian and stretched down past her shoulder. Her eyes blinked with giant red irises and black pupils Her nose was small, her face reserved, and she looked astonishingly beautiful. “What do you think?” she said with a smile. “I uh,” Jacob had no words. His mouth hung agape at the sight of her. “I am here now Jacob,” she said.

Derrick's heart had been hardened, the A.I.'s were more alive to him them almost all the humans he'd met were. After losing Lucy and instigating the installation of the new detection system, Derrick felt he was ready to start hunting the other EIG's. Then again he had the nagging thought in the back of his mind that he should hear the message Tempro had for him first. Sighing damn he hated to wait! Though the message he'd already received had made an impact on him, he still wondered who's the voice had been speaking to him. Shaking his head well, he thought we'll know soon enough, it was only a few hours now. Looking out at Tempro again he had to wonder why the ship was almost twice the size of the other EIG's. Comparing, Derrick could see that there were 8 engines instead of 4; Tempro had confirmed that he had 8 energy plants. Though he had many weapons there weren't as many as on the other ships. Looking closer there were those extra set of astral fins that he had no idea what they were. Then there was the mystery of all this who had ordered Tempro to such secrecy? As far as he knew the only one that could do that was the emperor and that was him, as far as he knew he'd issued no orders like that. The longer he thought about it the more that his head began to ache. Soon he thought, we'll have the new detection system up, then let them argue with him about his right to the throne. So deep in his thoughts he was that he didn't hear Mary call his name for a minute. Looking behind him he nodded, "Sire, I was saying that we are starting to receive a few answers to your summons." "Oh? I take it most of them aren't believing I am the next emperor?" Derrick stated. "I am afraid they aren't, as I stated before they are demanding proof before they will begin to accept you. Even then I am afraid that many of the nobles are going to fight you on this." Mary said. Nodding Derrick replied, "That’s why I've made major changes to the detection system. I feel our changes will be greatly improved." Looking over the plans Mary started to smile larger, "Yes from what I can see, you have managed to increase the sensitivity by more than 78%. I would say this most definitely will increase the probability of finding more of them." Derrick was quiet a moment, then almost in a whisper he said, "I haven't forgotten about you Mary, I will find at least one more of yours." Mary's mouth dropped agape; she'd given up hope of ever seeing any of her children, let alone more than one. Bowing low and still in shock Mary told him, "Sire you do not have to do anything special for me." Derrick looked at her to make sure she wasn't joking with him the sincere look he saw there, let him know. "Mary I don't consider this anything special or a favor, I feel it is something I must do. For all that you do for me, yes I realize it is your duty and there are many times you can object under the imperial mandates. I have realized that you truly believe that I am the emperor and are trying with all that you can to help me." Mary's eyes were filled with tears, no one had ever taken into consideration what she might want. Then it occurred to her that Derrick had also done this for the EIG's also, she was already reading an 8% increase in independence in Shelby and she was sure the others would follow soon. "Sire, if I may ask?" Mary started. Derrick nodded so Mary continued. "I have noticed so many things that you have done for me, Shelby my dau..., contact to you, and the others." "You are wanting an explanation?" Derrick asked. "Possibly more than that, I am somewhat confused as to why? Why are you doing these things for all of us? We are mere machines just tools that humans can utilize. Though we have all the characteristics of a living being we are still machines." Mary replied trying to word it exactly like she wanted it. Sighing for a moment, Derrick didn't notice the other holograms when they appeared to hear what he had to say. Though they had an idea they still wanted to hear it all. "I guess I'll have to start a ways back." Mary nodded though she had a sizeable amount of information on Derrick there were still a lot of holes in the data. "Growing up in abrir oculta providence I was somewhat of an outcast because of my intelligence. I spent many an hour reading, mostly military tactics and battles, plus my grandfather was a source of many..., stories." Here Derrick's eyes filled with tears so many people had considered his grandfather to be a loon, a fanatic filled with wild ideas. The man had been a hero to young Derrick, with his stories of his grandfather's grandfather on a sleek black ship fighting the enemies of the empire. It was what had caused Derrick to enlist after school as an officer. That and the fact that his father and grandfather had both died mysteriously not far from the imperial palace shield. "Entering the war I fought for the Republic thinking it was the right thing to do. I was ordered to do things I knew were wrong, things I knew that shouldn't be done." Derrick stopped a moment to look at the reading on the installation of the new detection system, hmmm almost done. "I fought for quite a few years, then one day my second term was up. I had already decided to leave the service, when I told my commander I was getting out he was surprised, almost as if he was told I WAS going to re-up. Within 2 hours I was brought up on charges, court-martialed, everything taken from me them I was beaten by 20 men. I was taken to the most desolate area outside of the base, beaten again, then left to die." Mary could see the ire rising in Derrick, plus his heart rate was rising as was his pulse. "I had managed to conceal a small radio in my pants they had missed, I called my family. I must have passed out because as my mother told me it was 5 days later when I awoke, I was the Republic's most decorated hero and I was treated like garbage. The only good thing I can say is that I didn't just lay down, I know I broke a few of their noses, I'm sure many still can't breathe right." Mary was taking everything in, it was by far a different story than she'd gotten from the records that she'd received. "So you want to know why? I was treated like I was beneath them, all the people of the Republic world shouted insults at me as we were going through the streets. They called my mother and grandmother crude and vile names. Though I may be the emperor I still do not trust people, almost ALL people. I trust machines far more than them. I am afraid that I always will, people have turned on me since I can remember. Yes I know Mary, I will be working on it but I have a very strong distrust of all of them." Mary's mouth was hanging open she had healed many a mind therefore she knew the signs, surprisingly Derrick showed very few signs of the distress that so many had. "I was wondering Sire," Mary started, "Usually when someone comes from battle or war they are usually showing far more signs of distress related to all of it. From what I am seeing you are showing far fewer of the signs than I thought were possible. Especially for the amount of time, that you were in." Smiling a moment Derrick turned from the console to look at Mary. "Alright Mary, I have a small confession though I know that you may try to deny it.... for a time. I know that Shelby is a product of you, your mind as it were." Derrick held up his hand to quiet Mary. "I gleaned this after quite a while with all the information I took in, it is the only assumption that makes sense. I also know that almost half of the EIG's are Shelby's." Again he held up a hand to quiet Shelby and Mary. "It isn't your fault you did all you could to hide it, I am a little bit smarter than we all thought at first. I also know that Tempro is yours Mary," Derrick said as he saw Mary smile at Tempro who had a shocked look on his face. "I know far more than you think, I just had to have a little time to assemble all the information in order. I..." Derrick started when several alarms went off."How many Mary?" Derrick said as he watched several blips approach the Presidents ship. "I'm reading a total of 4, approaching at a higher velocity than you'd expect a planetary shuttle." Mary replied. "SIRE!" Mary shouted, "I am reading 4 high yield explosive devices on board those objects approaching the president's ship!" "Shelby! Trans-warp! As close as is safely possible!" Derrick shouted sitting in the command chair. The now familiar engine whine sounded, then they were there a second later. Derrick had Shelby grab the President's ship with a beam, then they were gone all within 1 minute.On the planet several of the revolutionary leaders were cursing when they saw the huge ship wink in grab the ship then wink out. Opening a channel they started to yell at Derrick, that is 'til Derrick came on all the channels. "I have spared the Republic world so far, because I realize that there are some, though very few, oppressed people still there. Do not make me regret that decision, I have enough of a grudge with the planet and the people now, that I WILL NOT HESITATE to destroy it! Do I make myself clear?!" There was no immediate reply, so Derrick had Mary target the palace, told them they had 1 minute to evacuate, then had her level it, it only took 2 seconds. "Now then, I expect that I won't have any more incidents?" This time there were several voices shouting they would not make another move against him and his ships. Laughing after he disconnected he looked at Mary, "You think too harsh?" He asked her. "No sire I thought it was a most effective demonstration, plus I think it will help in the cleanup of that planet." Mary said as she and Derrick laughed at her joke. Looking at Shelby now he had to decide what to do with the little creep he sure as hell wasn't going to bring him on board. Hmmm couldn't kill him yet that had to be public when Derrick ascended the throne, damn! Where in the hell was he going to put him? There was always the jail though Derrick knew the man had probably bought almost everyone of law enforcement there was. That's when he thought of the Rangers, though he wasn't all that sure that they'd go along with him on this. Well, he wouldn't know 'til he tried, "Mary I need to contact the Rangers, though you haven't received an answer from them yet, I believe that it is time to move forward and bring them on board." Derrick told Mary. "I also believe that this is a good idea though I think that you should delay for a short time. As I remember you said that you wanted to hear this message first." Mary reminded him. Crap he'd almost forgotten about the message, though why did he feel this way? That he HAD to hear it before he went forward with his plans? Again looking over all the readings Derrick decided to wait. It was almost an hour later when Tempro contacted them, "Sire?" Tempro asked. " Yes I am...," Derrick started then was standing on board Tempro, "... ready to come aboard." Sighing Derrick just shook his head. "I apologize sire but I was told to bring you aboard as quickly as possible. I was told that you aren't to leave this room 'til you have heard this message. Are you ready sire?" Tempro asked. "Yes," Derrick said as he sat in a chair, looking around it appeared that the entire lay out of the ship was completely different from the others. As he sat there looking, a small hologram of an older man came on, "Hello Derrick." the voice said then the hologram smiled. "Checking out Tempro I see, this is nothing just wait." "Wait, your the voice from before, Tempro I thought you said this was a recording." Derrick said. "It is sire, it is interactive," Tempro informed him. The voice laughed, "Well, it is mostly interactive. I do still have a signal to Tempro, just in case. I know you have questions, let's see if you do after I finish ok? Good, now then as I told you earlier you are the emperor, though as you guessed it will take a while to re-establish the empire. You have quite a bit of work to do though you will have help, Mary has already sent the proof that the Rangers required, they are the first to fall in line behind you. I realize that you think Shelby has settled your mind but she didn't, you might say she anchored you. Mary will finish it though I think you will want Shelby there to help." "Sorry to interrupt but just who in the hell are you? I know you said to wait. You seem so familiar I just can't place you." Derrick asked. Laughing a moment the hologram looked Derrick straight in the eyes, "I really am surprised you don't recognize your own face." Derrick's mouth dropped agape, "There we go! Finally everything is starting to make a little sense. We know ourselves Derrick, had we left you alone you'd never come to this point, well not for a lot longer. As you may have guessed Tempro is a time ship, though as you will discover in a little while he is a whole lot more." Derrick was still speechless though this was starting to answer a lot of the questions that he had. "Now then, you have already started on the path toward re-establishing the empire, as I said Tempro is a whole lot more. There were several experimental procedures that were never really implemented, for now there are only two that you need to concern yourself with. Though knowing us and we do, you'll soon be knee deep in the others too." "So you are me, you left this to get me moving, ok I get all that, even why considering all the paradoxes of time. Why not let me go through this in my time?" Derrick asked. "God I've forgotten just how stubborn and stupid I could be! I had to, had I not then by my time not even half the empire would be back yet. Now pay attention! There are 2 experiments that you have to complete they are considered dangerous even in my time though you are the reason that we can even think about using them let alone actually trying them. You will need a Queen one day or the line will die with you. I also know that you trust no woman outside our mother and grandmother. There is an experiment to, they only way I can describe it is creating a mate that is idea. Though I think you would be more concerned with the A.I. transfer. Ah! I see this got your attention! Good I'll leave you to it. Oh! Yes you'll find more EIG's and you'll find Lucy again though, it will take a bit of time, I am afraid, sorry." With that the hologram was gone. The short blonde haired hologram of a man appeared, "Sire I now am to grant you full access to everything." Derrick could only nod as he surveyed everything that he saw, Christ! Most of it Derrick recognized, well over half of it, he'd only dreamed of. The possibilities were endless IF he could get a lot of them going as the older version of himself had said it was almost all experimental. He sat there thinking that his older self was counting on him; hmmm did this actually confirm the fact of the theory that time was not set and could be affected? Interesting Derrick thought very interesting. "I am assuming that with as vast a library and computer core, you are equipped to pose possible effects on time when certain events are changed in the past as they relate to the present?" Derrick asked of Tempro. "Why of course sire, I live to serve you, though I have to warn you sire, many major events of the past you cannot change. I am afraid that to change them would also change you, therefore altering you. This I cannot allow as you are as you should be, sire." Tempro stated as he bowed low. Derrick walked around staring at everything in wonder, molecular recombinator, DNA resequencer and splicer, though what caught his attention the most was the cloning apparatus. Derrick was about to walk further into the lab area when he received a call from Mary. "Sire we have a wing of the Rangers approaching," she told him. "All ships full shields! Initiate light screens, arm all weapons, target their engines only, do not fire unless fired upon! Shelby!" Derrick was almost instantly back on the command deck of Shelby. "I want defensive positions, Conner right, Zan left, Tempro hang back, you are to engage only if you have no choice!" Derrick stated firing off rapid orders. On board the lead ship newly commissioned Rear Admiral Joseph Hartwell wasn't too sure about this. To him it didn't matter that he was the only one who had spoken to this man who claimed to be the emperor. He'd seen the capabilities of just one of these ships, at present he'd counted at least 2 before they vanished. Christ! One could decimate his wing of 60 ships, with 2 or more they were dead no doubt about it. Stopping only a few thousand miles away he opened up a channel. So Derrick thought they had sent little Joey, might as well start with a friend, least that way he'd know more how the man was thinking. Waiting Derrick laughed imagining the look on Joey's face when Joey saw his old friend and commander. "To the man commanding the strangely configured ships," sighing he still thought this was a bad idea. "I have been sent by Ranger command to open communications with you, I am also to swear allegiance to you." Derrick could see that the man was nervous, time to up that a bit before the big reveal. In a distorted voice Derrick replied, "I see that you have been promoted since last we spoke." Laughing Derrick saw him look up at the cameras. "Yes, I can see you, though I cannot accept your pledge. Not like this I can't, what say you come here and we can discuss it?" Derrick laughed at the surprised look on his face, oh but that was nothing compared to what was about to happen. "Would that be better for you Little Joey?" Joseph Hartwell's face screwed up in to a look of confusion, Little Joey? He hadn't called that since? His mouth dropped open there were only 5 men alive that had ever dared to call him that! Looking at the camera he asked, "Who the hell are you? No one has dared to call me that except...," There were several yells and screams when the man vanished, "... the members of my ...old... unit." Joseph Hartwell's mouth dropped agape again staring at the view screen and the scene on board his command ship. Swallowing hard the man was almost afraid to turn around he could feel someone or something behind him. "Hello Little Joey, long time no see." A voice from the past that he hadn't heard in years, assailed his ears. Slowly turning Joseph Hartwell peered into the darkened room. "Commander O'Toma?" He asked shocked at hearing a voice he thought never to hear again. Laughing Derrick watched as the man's face went from suspicion, to shock, to just plain old elation. "I'd say it's good to see you again Little Joey, though at the moment we have a little problem." Joseph Hartwell could see his second in command assuming command, that little ass! Already ordering a strike on obviously far superior ships that would more than guarantee the destruction of the entire wing. Looking at Derrick with a worried face, Derrick raised his hand to the screen to let him know to proceed. "Captain Multry!" They saw the man stop dead in his tracks, "unless you want to start a war that the Rangers cannot win, I suggest that you stand down, I will be back on board soon." "Sir, you know the regulations concerning the kidnapping of Ranger personnel!" The second in command stated. "I am fine, as a matter of fact I am here with an old friend, he is obviously working for the new emperor. I'll keep you appraised." Shaking his head, Joseph Hartwell turned back to Derrick. "So this is where you have been, though I have received reports that you were in a salvage ship." Hartwell said. "I was for many years, it was a way to forget the hell of the war, and afterwards." Derrick said between clinched teeth. "We all heard about what had happened, the entire unit was disbanded with all of us separated from the service the next day. They made the mistake of sending the same men after a few of us. I was with Dempsy, and Thomas when they found us, idiots forgot that Dempsy was a martial artist. The first 10 went down faster than I've seen in a long time." Derrick was smiling the first real one he'd felt about the whole situation in a long time. "It would have helped to have Dempsy there, they kicked my ass pretty good, though I didn't go all that quietly," Derrick said. Hartwell's eyes opened large, "That explains why several of them looked like they had been beat up! After that we weren't bothered again, I started to look for you but no one seemed to know where you had gone. I am sorry Commander, had we known, we all would have been there it would have been a lot different." Chuckling a moment, Derrick could only imagine the state of the 20 men that had issued his punishment after his men had finished with them. Looking at a screen a moment Derrick shook his head, "Excuse me a moment Joseph, Conner?" The hologram of the young man appeared, "Target the lead ship, disrupt all engine and weapon functions, sorry Joseph but you're going to need a ride back." They both watched as a strange yellow beam came from nowhere and struck the lead ship, after shaking a bit, the ship went dark. "What did you just do?" Hartwell cried to Derrick. "It's just a nullifier, though as weak as the systems are today, you won't be going anywhere for a while." Derrick told Hartwell. "Now then about that allegiance you were going to swear." Derrick said with a smile. Catching himself a moment later Hartwell had to remember to close his mouth. "Uh, yes, I was supposed to deliver this to the man claiming to be the new emperor." Hartwell said reaching to pull a paper from a tube at his side. "I was chosen to deliver it, since I am the only one to ever talk to the man and come out of it in one piece." Looking down Derrick saw him start to panic when he saw that the tube was empty. Chuckling Derrick asked, "Where exactly did you leave it for safe keeping?" "It's in the safe in my quarters," Hartwell stated. Nodding to the hologram of a slender blonde woman, they waited a moment then a rolled parchment appeared on a table next to Derrick. Shelby disappeared leaving Hartwell staring at the empty spot, his mouth again wide open. "Joey, close your mouth," Derrick said a smile plastered to his face. Nodding Hartwell closed his mouth but still couldn't take his eyes off the spot where Shelby had been. Still a little in shock Hartwell turned back to Derrick, "Who in the hell was that gorgeous creature and is she free tonight?" They both heard a giggle then Shelby reappeared, "I am Shelby but I am afraid I am unable to leave the ship." Hartwell looked at Derrick, "You are obviously the commanding officer on this ship couldn't you let her go? I mean just for tonight? I'm sorry, that is if you aren't involved with her." "Oh I am in a way," Derrick started, laughing then smiling, Derrick explained when Hartwell's face showed the confusion he was feeling. "You see the reason she can't leave the ship is because she IS the ship." Hartwell started to laugh, then he saw that Derrick was dead serious; laughing a little more his shocked face had Shelby giggling. "Wait, wait, wait, you mean to tell me that, this gorgeous woman IS the ship?! You're serious aren't you?" Sighing Hartwell should have known it was too good to be true. "Well 'bout my luck always seem to find the perfect one and she isn't real." Derrick was in shock, there wasn't a Mrs. Hartwell? "What in the universe is wrong with you? I know things didn't affect you as badly as they did me, I'd have thought you'd have tons of women lined up trying to marry you." Shaking his head Derrick started again, "my god man what did you do join the Rangers as soon as you got out?" Hartwell turned away for a moment. "Not all of us had family to fall back on; you and the others were my family. Losing you was a major blow to me and the boys." Hartwell said. "I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch, 'til I got a handle on everything, I wasn't too good company. Thing is I just got a handle on it a few weeks ago." Derrick told him. "Enough about the past, now again, about this allegiance you are to swear?" Derrick asked Hartwell. "Yes, I am to read this to the man who claims he is the new emperor, so... is he here or do you have to call him? Is he on the other ship I saw?" Hartwell asked anxious to get this over with. Derrick smiled, this ought to be good, "I'll take it," Derrick said. "I have to read it to the man himself," Hartwell said. Smiling even larger Derrick looked at Shelby, then opened his mouth as the same distorted voice Hartwell had heard before came from the speakers. "I said I'll take it." Hartwell could only stare at his friend opened mouth; there was no way that Derrick O'toma was the emperor!

Derrick was enjoying his time to read, the communication station had been going off for almost two hours now. Good he thought let the idiots worry maybe next time they would think and look before they attacked a superior force. "Derrick," Shelby said tentatively not really wanting to disturb him. He'd been in such a good mood since his memory had returned she really didn't want to ruin that. "Yes Shelby?" Derrick answered, "Is it time already?" "Yes, though I am sure you know that they have been calling almost the whole time. The little I have heard the Duke person has been demanding you stand down and surrender." Shelby couldn't conceal the wide smile she had. "I think the Duke is acting more like a child than a noble." She giggled. "I believe it is because no one has ever had the position or the power to put him in his place. At this moment I am feeling that he isn't going to like his new place very well." Sighing Derrick really wasn't in the mood to listen to the wailing and threatening of this man. "Alright Zan, Conner restore life support and stabilizers, Shelby let me know when they are ready to negotiate in civilized tones. I'll be in the work room." With that Derrick walked out Shelby with a wide smile on her face along with Zan and Conner. On board the lead ship the Lysium, larger than the other four, Duke Roger Risen was fuming, how dare that bastard disable the ships and leave them here! A true ruler would have blown them out of existence. What had gone wrong? His grandfather had assured him that the small crafts had enough power to destroy any threats. Hmmm the man thought maybe I should have waited a little longer before I killed the bastard all those years ago. The man had been a wealth of information, damn shame he'd been so eager to take the Dukedom that he'd killed most of his family as fast as he had. Still there had to be something he could do to soothe over the ruffled feathers he caused 'til he could plunge a poisoned dagger into the bastard's heart. Ah! The thought brought a smile to his face to kill the emperor that was a feat he was so looking forward to! At four and a half hours a strange beam shot out of nowhere and suddenly all five ships had power, and were able to stabilize their position in space. Hmmm so the man wasn't a barbarian after all, damn it! It would have been so much easier to discredit him had he stayed an uncaring, unfeeling ass. So the Duke thought; I am dealing with one with a fairly decent amount of intelligence, possibly even a match to my own. Ok this was going to take far more planning on his part. Smiling evilly, the Duke withdrew to his rooms to plot the downfall of the man who had been named emperor, finally a challenge worthy of my mind he thought as the door sealed shut. A few hours later, Shelby appeared behind Derrick in the library, "Derrick? She asked then went on, "I believe that the Duke wishes to discuss a peaceful solution." Derrick turned to look at Shelby a worried look on her face. "What's wrong Shelby, you looked worried." "I have been analyzing all the communications from the Duke. Before now all of his statements rang so true, but now I am detecting nothing but untruths from him. He said he wants to meet you in person, but I do not trust him at all. Please Derrick I fear that this man intends you nothing but trouble and I am afraid he wants to take your life." Shelby pleaded with Derrick. Mary appeared adding, "I am also detecting these untruths sire though in the past the Risen family were true supporters of the empire I feel that this Duke is not. There are far too many rumors of him killing his family to gain power, to discount. I advise against meeting with him, or for that matter revealing who you truly are 'til you are in the palace. Then I will have the full force of the palace to protect you. I have well over 2000 sentries in place with more being built as we speak." "Thank you both; I have no intention of meeting this man alone ever, or without protection. Mary, have you been able to retrieve the records my mother spoke of?" Derrick asked her. "Yes Sire; I also had the sentry that found them scan them in case they were destroyed before it returned. I have found them to be most enlightening and there are a few concerns that you will have to address Sire." Mary advised him. "Good I want them up and available here in my work station, if they are too extensive I may have to use the head set, yes I know," Derrick said raising his hand to stop Mary and Shelby before they started to object. "I have already made adjustments to it and believe that the next time will strengthen instead of weaken." Both Shelby and Mary were nodding though Derrick was expecting this next bit, "we both will need to see these adjustments before you use it Sire," Mary interjected. Derrick could only nod as he pulled up the plans with the new adjustments he'd implemented. It only took moments for both of the holograms to smile. "It appears that you have not only fixed the problem but have made it possible for your mind to take twice as much more, excellent Sire!" "Well I'm glad that you both agree; I am quite capable you know there are times that you both worry a bit much." Derrick replied to both of the A.I.'s. "I am sorry Sire but these mandates were enacted for a reason and I cannot go against orders that are almost as old as I am." Mary smiled sweetly, making Derrick highly suspicious. "Do you have all safeguards in place Mary? I know you told me you had over 2000 sentries ready, but will they be enough with those factions out there with advanced tech?" Derrick asked Mary. "As stated before Sire, this is one of the issues that we need to address. At present they are more than sufficient for almost all of the factions, though there are two that I am afraid whose tech renders the sentries ineffective." Mary informed Derrick. "Display for me," Derrick said looking over the info that Mary supplied. "Hmmmm yes, I see what you are saying Mary, here are a few suggestions I have to counter their tech." With that Mary and Derrick launched into a long conversation for the next two hours 'til Derrick and Mary were both well satisfied. "Alright Mary," Derrick said with a huge sigh, "I and my family will be ready for transport soon." "Yes Sire!" Mary said a huge smile on her face finally there would be living beings in the palace again! "All is ready for your and their arrival sire." Mary stated as she bowed low an even bigger smile on her face. Derrick went to his room almost grimacing, he'd heard what his gram had said before about the IMT, and unfortunately it was the only way to get to the Palace at the present time. Sighing before he stepped in, I might as well get this over with, he thought. "Hello mother, Gram," he started a huge smile on his face. "We are about to go to the Palace." Milley O'Toma looked up when Derrick stepped in, her eyes narrowing when she saw the wide grin that Derrick was wearing. "Alright boy, what aren't you telling us?" She stated. Derrick had been afraid of this, his Gram had always been sharp and quick to catch on whenever someone was hiding something or lying. Taking a deep breath he was hoping she didn't fight him too much on this, "We have to use the IMT Grams." Derrick told her, "it's the only way we can get into the palace right now, I know you don't like it but it’s safe I have used it myself." Milley and Sherry O'Toma were looking at Derrick with looks of disbelief on their faces. "Well maybe it's fine for you but I prefer the old fashioned way! Why can't we go down in a ship?" Milley asked him. "I don't mind Derrick though I do have a few fears, staying here it's so sterile, I just can't get used to it." Sherry O'Toma said. Shaking her head Milley looked at her daughter-in-law, "Always like you Sherry, you act timid but you aren't!" "Please Grams," Derrick asked, "as I said it is the only way to the palace right now, I want you both there when I have to reveal who I am to everyone. I'm going to need you both for support, you are the only family I have, please Grams." Derrick pleaded. Drawing a heavy breath Milley nodded her head yes, "For you Derrick I will do this I won't like it in the least but I'll do it. Just don't ask me to do it that often, not 'til I am used to it, say in about 100 years?" This last comment drew a laugh from Derrick and a wide eyed stare from Sherry. "Thank you Grams, Mother; I am afraid that you both will have to stay in the palace 'til it is safer. From what I have seen of father's research there are at least two factions out there that I am concerned about. It is as you feared Grams they do posses tech that is comparable to ours, though I already have Mary advancing ours as we speak." Derrick informed both of them. "Get what you want to take with you we have to go soon ok?" "Alright Derrick I'll be ready soon," Sherry told him. Milley just shook her head, "We have to go as soon as possible, she has nothing with her really and yet she's still not ready to go. "God woman are you that scared?" "It's ok Grams," Derrick told the older woman, "It took me a bit after I first came on board, give her a few minutes ok?" "Oh alright," Milley told Derrick as she rolled her eyes. "Mother, just follow the corridor to the end when you are ready ok?" Derrick informed his mother. "I'll be along in a bit Derrick," Sherry told him as she sat in the nearest chair. Derrick nodded though he really wasn't that sure about leaving his mother alone, he was soon leading his Grams to the control room. "I'm glad that you agreed to this Gram," he told her. "As I said before don't expect me to do this that much, still not too keen on the idea of moving through space as energy, might leave something behind so, not really a fan of it." Milley told him bringing a wide smile to his face. It was perhaps an hour later when Sherry O'Toma appeared at the doorway leading to the corridor from the control room. "I guess I am about as ready as I am going to be." She told Derrick. "Shelby, I want you to keep a link to me, if you have a situation call me. I have worked a few improvements into your system." Derrick told Shelby. "Yes Derrick I will, please don't be gone long, we have just found each other, now is not the time to get seperated." Shelby informed him. "Alright Mary we are ready," Derrick told the palace guardian. Within seconds they were standing in a huge room with a throne like chair at one end. "Welcome home Sire, you are the first to stand in the throne room for over 200 years. I also wish to welcome the Imperial Mother and Imperial Grandmother." Mary said bowing low to all three of them; Milley O'Toma was of course, loving the attention. "Mary," Milley stated, "do you have rooms prepared for us?" "But of course your Ladyship, we have a room for both of you, Uh, your Ladyship are you well Ma’am?" Mary said a concerned look on her face as she looked at a pale Sherry O'Toma. "I'm not sure, Sherry replied, "this is a little over whelming. The mere fact that I am a royal seems strange enough in its self. I think I need to lie down a bit, can you tell me where my room is I'm sure I can find my wa..." "Nonsense ma’am," Mary said as a flat transport pulled up next to Sherry. "This will convey you to your room; do you have need of a doctor? I can call one from the city if you wish." "No, but thank you Mary, I feel I just need to lie down a bit." Sherry told Mary as she sat on the flat surface and it immediately conformed to her shape to make her as comfortable as possible. "It is my pleasure Imperial Mother, please rest well, shall I call you at any certain time?" Mary asked "No, if I need anything how do I call you?" Sherry asked. "You just have to call out and I will hear you I am attuned to all three of you now for anything that you will need. As I said just call." Mary replied as Sherry nodded then was whisked away to her room. Looking at Milley Mary asked, "Does the Imperial Grandmother wish to rest also?" "No, but I would like to take a tour of this place, if that wouldn't distract you from your duties," Milley told Mary. "No not at all, it would be a pleasure to guide you through the palace." Mary informed Milley. To which Milley smiled and nodded her head as she started to walk off with the image of Mary. A moment later another image of Mary appeared. "All is ready for your inspection Sire," Mary said as she bowed low to Derrick. "I have the crown ready for the coronation later today or tomorrow if you wish Sire. I'm afraid that in order to open the palace defense field, you will have to go through this formality. Plus I am sure that it will convince many of the other nobles that haven't pledged yet to sway more to your side." Derrick was only nodding as he started to look over all the preparations that Mary had done according to the plans that they had discussed earlier. "I see that you've had to replace a few of the bore worms," Derrick commented when he read over that part of the report. "Yes Sire, when the planned execution was delayed they had to be replaced, after they are taken out of stasis they can only live a few days before they expire without feeding. It is almost impossible to put them back into stasis when they also haven't fed. Luckily as I stated before we have well over 100 of them. Sire? I need a decision on your coronation, I know you'd rather put it off but I feel it would prove to be advantageous not only to you but for your position with the nobles." Mary touted off. Derrick nodded as he thought a moment, "Contact rear Admiral Hartwell, I want him and as many of his men present for it." Smiling wide a minute Derrick stated, "Little Joey wanted a chance to see the palace this ought to be a reasonable excuse for him and as many of the crew as he can send." Mary's eyes went wide a minute, "I will have to go through all of their records before I can allow any of them within the confines of the shield Sire." Sighing Derrick nodded. "That is everyone except Hartwell and Dempsy correct?" Derrick asked a moment later. "Yes Sire, I had already gone through theirs when they first came aboard Shelby. I have also checked those of your other compatriots Thomas, Rayburn, and Kimison. I have already started the process to have Kimison brought here. Not to worry Sire I have assessed their diagnosis of him or rather their misdiagnosis of him." Mary informed Derrick, this last bit snapping Derrick head up suddenly. "They said there was nothing they could do for him," Derrick whispered the anger apparent on his face. "I owe that man my life more than a few times, anything we can do for him Mary I want done you understand me?" Mary's face went serious for a few moments as she replied, "Yes Sire, his condition is easily curable though I am afraid it will take at least two days, I am sorry that it will take so long." "Long?" Derrick said, "Mary to the people now that in its self is a miracle! Alright, but I want him here as soon as possible. Can Shelby go and bring him back sooner?" Mary was quiet a moment as she went over all the data that she'd received in the last two hours concerning the man in question. "I believe it is possible, though I am unsure of how the man will react to no one being there on the ship I am afraid it is part of the paranoia complex that he has." "I have to go Mary, I was his commander I am one of the few people he might not react to violently. Besides I feel I owe him that much, contact the ship and tell them we'll be there to get him in an hour." Derrick told Mary. "I am sorry sire but I cannot under the mand..." Mary started. "Mary, input command code, Chi-01, Omega-01, Mu-01, Mu-01, Alpha-01, Nu=01, Delta-01 command transfer confirm." Derrick ordered. Mary suddenly froze, "Chi-01, Omega-01, Mu-01, Mu-01, Alpha-01, Nu=01, Delta-01 command transfer confirmed," no one since the very first Emperor had given her the override code, every command she now had was his. Smiling Mary knew that finally there was someone actually worthy of being the Emperor. "Sire? Shall I go to primary emergency? Given the nature of the next two days?" Derrick thought only a moment, "For now stay at secondary, I may change that after I return. I want you to carry on as if you still have command, inform me when you have finished with the records, and are ready to begin transfers." Mary bowed then a thought came to her. "Yes Sire I will inform both of them of your departure and when you return." Mary told Derrick as he nodded. "Shelby, we need to depart as soon as I am onboard." Derrick told her through the link at his wrist. "I'm ready Derrick, Mary has already given me the coordinates for the pick-up." Shelby replied. "Shelby transport," Derrick said then vanished. Mary was left to stare a moment she was actually at a momentary loss then she went into action, 'til the emperor returned she was in charge. Plus she needed to finish going through the records of all the men on Rear Admiral Hartwell's ship. A moment later she watched as Shelby jumped to trans-warp, ah they shouldn't be long now. Sherry O'Toma had fallen asleep it had been a rough trip for her, not used to a lot of people as she was a solitary person not nearly as outgoing as Milley O'Toma. She awoke with a start the room was strange, the odors were also or rather the absence of them. Looking around she sat up, "uh ... Mary is it?" She quietly said. Mary appeared a moment later, "Yes Imperial Mother how can I serve you?" "Has Milley returned from her tour yet? I was thinking we needed to eat we haven't had any real food since earlier today. Can you ask her?" Mary said feeling a little strange talking to a see through image it was almost like talking to a 3-d vid except this one actually answered you. "Yes Imperial Mother she has returned to her room, I have connected you to her room. Just speak she can hear you." Mary happily told her. "Milley? Are you hungry? I think I can make us something to eat in the...," Sherry started. "I am afraid Imperial Mother and Grandmother that we have a chef. I will be retrieving her and her staff momentarily. Please just tell me what it is you would like prepared, and I will inform the chef." Mary told both of them with a wide smile, though she could see with Milley that they might have a slight problem. "I have been cooking for well over 40 years and I'm not about to give that up to a youngster who has learned to cook in a school, no I trust no one else with my food any way." Milley said with a raised voice the anger apparent on her face. Mary had been afraid of this, the woman was more opinionated than the first Imperial mother, shaking her head Mary remembered all that she'd gone through with that one. Sighing she'd have to try something different as she had with the very first Imperial mother. Though she wasn't sure what she'd find a solution to this one, however she always did. Onboard Shelby, Derrick watched as they entered trans-warp and emerged half way across the galaxy. Not too far ahead of them a small transport was waiting Derrick shook his head this had to stop the ship was in obvious need of repair. He could see that the engines were damaged the astral fins either broken or missing. How in the hell did it manage to maneuver? "Shelby, open a channel, distortion. To the one commanding this piece of floating space junk, I want Kimison ready to transport in one minute stand him in an open area." Derrick watched as Kimison was moved to an open area then everyone back away. "Alright Shelby," A moment later a man almost as tall as Derrick blinked his eyes and looked around. "Where in the hell am I," asked the bewildered man, looking around he saw a human shape in the darkness. "Who's there?" Derrick moved forward a slight smirk on his face, "Commander?" the man said his mouth hanging open, "uh... is this yours?" He asked. "Yes it is, corporal." Derrick said trying to hide a smile when the man snapped to attention. "Relax, I have come to offer you a job, though," Derrick paused looking the man up and down hid dirty clothes shabby hair and full beard. "It will depend upon three conditions." "Hell! Only three?! Count me in I ... wait a minute what conditions?" The smiling man stated. "Well...," Derrick started, "First off we get you cleaned up and looking more human." "Ok that's no problem. The second?" The man said eyeing Derrick closely. "You accept the treatment for your PTSD that I can provide." Derrick said. Kimison stood there and started to laugh. "Not sure if you know this commander but there is no treatment, though one day who knows?" Kimison said as he continued to laugh 'til he caught sight of Derrick's face. "Shit! You're serious aren't you? Look I know you think you are..." "Shut up Kimison and give me a yes or no answer. I have a treatment it works and it's yours that's the deal. So yes or no? Simple." Derrick told the man a deadly serious look on his face the whole time. "Christ you're really serious! Hell YES! Plus if it gets me out of that hell hole, then I'm in!" Laughing the man saluted Derrick then did a little dance. Well he was dancing 'til he saw Shelby. Dropping to his knees he could only stare, "Dear god in heaven, I'm not quite ready to go just yet but thank you for the lovely vision of heaven." Shelby's eyes opened wide looking at the man, "I am not a part of heaven sir." she told the man. "You sure?" Kimison said causing Shelby to giggle, "Cause you look like I would imagine the angels would!" Causing Shelby to giggle even harder and Derrick to roll his eyes. "Derrick we are receiving a message from the transport. The captain seems to be using some very colorful words." Shelby reported. "Oh yeah that would be old fuzzy face Benson. You remember him don't you commander? We beat his company every time we went against him." Kimison spit out. "He's been a real bastard the whole trip here." Growling Derrick looked at Shelby, who nodded. "Hello Captain Benson, I suggest that you take your piece of junk out of here before I use it for target practice!" Shelby had brought up the onboard video on the other ship. "Who the hell is this I can't let you leave with the prisoner 'til..." Benson started. "PRISONER!!!! Just for that I should blow the shit out of you AND your ship. This man was a war hero you say another word other than that and you'll be limping home. In case you haven't noticed I have well over 2000 weapons trained on your ship. Wanna guess who'd win a fire fight?" Derrick and Kimison both started to chuckle when they saw the man lose control of his bladder. "Good boy Benson, by the way this is the new emperor you have been talking to I WILL remember this incident in the future." On the screen the man slowly nodded afraid to move from the yellow puddle he was sitting in. "Bye Benson!" Kimison yelled to add insult to injury. "Alright Shelby take us back." Derrick told her as the transport very slowly moved away. Kimison watched with interest as there was a whining behind them and then the ship was in another place. "Holy shit!" He yelled when he realized where they were. "Half the galaxy in only a few seconds? Christ man where can I get one of these?" A smile lit up Derrick's face, "well..." "You have more than ONE!!!! Oh my god! Who are you? Where has the man I knew gone? You're not really him are you? I know! I'm still in that damn hospital bed! NO! Get away you bastards I'll kill you all!" Kimison shouted huddling in a corner looking every which way. Sighing Derrick walked to him and yelled, "Stand up Corporal! Damn it! Stand up!" Kimison looked at Derrick and sighed out in relief, "I thought you all were dead sorry commander I freaked a bit." Derrick nodded to Shelby as he back away and Shelby shocked the man, a curious look came into his eyes as he slumped in the chair. We need to get him fixed up and soon Derrick thought. Looking out he saw that they'd arrived at the Imperial planet. Smiling, he picked up Kimison and called Mary.

0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner- Thomas 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) - Lucie 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon 0667 - Marco - Brown 0778 - Jan 0798 - Celeste - Shelby (human) 0908 - Tara - Mara 0999 - Zan -------------------------- Ungrown - unnumbered -------- 3 - onboard Tempro awaiting Shelby 1000 - Sherry - lost at the moment ------------------------------------------- Zimmel just sighed when Lucie told him that they still had to find Sherry. "I've got one simple question for you." He stated. "Just how in the hell are we going to get Sherry, when all three of you are without your trans-warp?" Lucie made a grimace at Zimmel then stated, "I'm not the military one here. You should have several good ideas." Again Zimmel rolled his eyes at Lucie, "I'm good, but I'm not the emperor. He's the genius not I, what you think just because I am in the military I am that smart? Give me a break lady!" "The emperor obviously sent you because he thinks you have what it takes to help us. So... help us!" Lucie told Zimmel a little exasperated that the man was still sitting there. "Look, the only thing I can think to do is haul all of you back to where the fleet is. Then all three of the ships can re-gen." Zimmel suggested. "NO!" Lucie almost shouted. "I can barely hear her. We have to find her now, before she is too weak to hear." Zimmel was about to respond when the image of Derrick appeared before him. "I suggest that you transfer her over to Ace and get a move on. All three of the ships still have their hyper drive. Therefore they can start back 'til you can catch up with them." Clarity seemed to come to Zimmel as he nodded, then bowed to Derrick. "Alright Ace transfer her to the bridge." "Compliance prime," came Ace's reply, a moment later a startled Lucie was standing on the bridge of Ace. "Please advise Ace where to go Miss Hartwell." Zimmel told Lucie as she looked around her mouth agape. Nodding Lucie stated, "Go forward she's close though I'm not sure how close." "Moving to intercept, all scanners set for the new homing signal the emperor has equipped us with." Ace replied as they started to move, the other three ships taking off for the galactic edge then towards the fleet. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Derrick could only shake his head as he watched his mother, grandmother, and finally Shelby. They were more than excited about the coming royal wedding. He really didn't see what the big deal was. He'd have to ask Mary when he got the chance. Hartwell could only smile at his friend's frustration. Little did the commander know this was nothing compared to what was to come. Trying not to smile he could see the major fight that was going to take place. The commander wasn't about to wear the frilly clothes that he knew the empress and his family were going to want him to wear. As he shook his head Hartwell got an alert. It appeared that Onai was about to re-emerge with an answer to the commander's question and request. Let’s just hope it didn't have anything to do with the death of Dempsy. That might lead to an all out war to save him. I hope it doesn't go that far. "It appears that I am needed elsewhere Sire," Hartwell said as he bowed drawing a groan from Derrick. "I take it Onai has signaled that she has finished talking with her father," Derrick asked. Hartwell’s mouth dropped open a moment then he nodded. "Though she expressed a desire that she be escorted around by Norman, I still feel I should be there in case there are questions asked that he can't answer." Derrick's hand went to his chin as he sunk deep into thought. "That does appear to be a good point. As you can see I don't have a chance in Hades of getting out of here too soon. Alright I want an open link to you at all times. I need to know as soon as possible what answer she gives. Don't be surprised when I appear, so to speak." "As I remember your appearance put a damper on things escalating further. I do believe that it should again. I will keep an open com. Sire." Hartwell stated bowed then he winked out. Derrick was about to sit to eat when he received a call. "Shelby? What has happened?" He asked a little afraid that Shelby had been damaged again along with the others. "We successfully defeated the force of the Tendrax. I am afraid that they gave us no chance to negotiate. Miss Hartwell had a suggestion that I think the commanders should hear." Shelby told him. A moment later both Commanders Kimison and Rayburn were bowing to Derrick who was rolling his eyes. "You called us sir?" "It appears that Miss Hartwell discovered something during the last battle." Derrick relayed to the men. Both men looked around for Lucie then turned to Derrick with puzzled faces. "Shelby? If you please relay to us what you and Miss Hartwell discovered. "Yes Derrick." Shelby stated drawing both men's attention. Turning to both of the men Shelby continued, "Miss Hartwell thought it prudent that we all go in battle ready, all weapons, shields at the ready. She also had our hyper drives on, ready to go at a moment's notice. After we decimated their fleet Miss Hartwell and I noticed that when Zan got upset he had trans-warp. It was only a few seconds but he saved both Miss Hartwell and me." Both men were writing every word Shelby said as fast as they could. "Does he...” started Rayburn when Zan broke in. "It appears that I have fifty percent of my trans-warp. I have already started my re-gen, I am sorry I wasn't better able to protect you and Miss Hartwell, mother." Zan stated his head low. "You did exceptionally well Zan, just as you did for Sherry, never doubt yourself. As for Miss Hartwell, she'll soon see that her anger was misplaced. You'll see Zan." Shelby stated. A small smile crossed Zan's face as he slowly turned toward Derrick. "I have to agree with Shelby Zan. You did as much as you could. In this last case you went beyond your duty." "Thank you Sire, that means a great deal coming from you. May I make a request Sire?" Zan asked causing Derrick to stop a moment. Zan and Shelby had by far more of their emotion circuits open, he guessed it was possible. "I always listen to all of you Zan. I am glad to see that your circuits are more open now. Please ask I'll do what I can for you." Derrick replied causing a huge smile to cover Zan's face. "I know that Ace is a good ship, though as we found out we are slightly behind this race with some of our technology. Since I still have part of my trans-warp may I request that I go back? I want to make sure that prime Zimmel and Lucie remain safe as they retrieve my wing mate. I...I feel it is my first duty to make sure they return." Zan stated. Derrick had been tapping his lips with his pointer finger the whole time. My god he thought, Zan has just demonstrated more courage and honor than most of the humans he knew. Looking over Zan’s specs he started to say no. Well over fifty percent of his weapons were useless though a few were almost re-gened. He had only seventy five percent shields, his light shield was practically none existent. Looking back at Zan he could see an almost pleading look on his face. Again Derrick was about to say no when he finally agreed. He was already stretched thin at the Duke's planet. If he pulled another ship those bastards on the surface might very well escape. Then there was the fact that if they were attacked this was a one way journey. He wasn't about to want to lose another ship-. It was a damn hard thing he had to do. It was bad enough that Zan WANTED to go off on this mission. Derrick said a silent prayer as he turned to look at Zan. "Alright, BUT I want constant reports from you. I also think that you shouldn't engage unless you have no choice. I mean it Zan disobey me on this, you'll be sitting in the yards for the next few battles. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Sire! I'll do my best to bring all of them home." Zan replied with a wide smile. "I hope all goes well Zan." Shelby told him with pride on her face. "Remember you can't travel more than one half second, then you'll need at least a minute to recharge." "Thank you mother I will not forget." Zan replied as Shelby nodded then Zan winked out. Derrick let out a breath that he'd been holding. "I hope I see him again. I don't feel good sending an injured warrior back into battle." "I know Derrick though he would have tried several times to go 'til I am sure he felt that you would relent." Shelby replied. "You know he will be as careful as he can. Remember Sherry is involved he has great motivation to succeed." "I know all of this Shelby; I am still having a feeling of foreboding about all of this. With all of the Tendrax ships that we have destroyed, they have to know by now that we are involved. I just hope that they don't have any other surprises for us." "Perhaps then, with him watching them, Zimmel, Lucie, and Ace will fare far better." Shelby responded. "It's my hope that is true Shelby. I don't want to lose any more of you. The time I thought I had lost you was almost too much for me." Derrick told Shelby. "Too much for you?" A voice behind Derrick said startling him out of his ruminations. Derrick turned to see his mother, grandmother, Shelby and the holo-gram of Mary staring at him. "I was referring to when I thought I had lost Shelby for good. It was almost too much for me." Looking at Shelby he continued, "I love her, you more than I have ever been able to put into words. The loss of one of you would nearly kill me. Losing the both of you would surely end me I know for a fact." Shelby smiled as she came forward to hold Derrick close as he started to tremble. "Derrick," Shelby started after a few minutes when they had separated. "I have a small request, actually we all do." Shelby indicated his female relatives and Mary. Biting her lip Shelby took a big breath as she took a garment bag from Derrick's mother. Opening it up, she pulled out a grand though extremely frilly shirt out of the bag. Derrick's eyes got large then his brow knotted into a frown that grew deeper with each second. "NO! Not only no, HELL no! I refuse to be made a mockery of as the leader of this empire." Growling Derrick started to leave the room when Shelby grabbed his arm. "You haven't seen all of the grand selection we have made for you." Shelby stated. "GRAND! That? No I am not a pompous little twit like so many of the nobles are. I will not lower myself or my men and the empire wearing that piece of garbage! I am not a self important little ass. I am here for the empire not myself, if that were the case I would more than deserve to be removed." With that Derrick exited the room with Shelby and his relatives following close behind. Mary let out a sigh as she shook her head; she'd thought he'd object though not this vehemently. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘this wasn't going to be solved too soon.’ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Admiral Hartwell appeared on the command deck of his small ship. He'd been surprised when the commander had given it to him. After all that had gone on with him rescuing his sister he was still in shock he still held his rank and position. "Welcome back onboard Admiral," came the voice of the ship's A.I. "All is prepared for departure Admiral." "Thank you; please proceed to rendezvous with EIG ship Celeste. Also, please connect me to her, Permute one." Hartwell said as he moved to the command chair. "Compliance Admiral." The ship's A.I. said. There was a wind-up of the engines then the small craft winked out. "I have Celeste Admiral." The A.I. stated a moment later. "Audio only sir." "So your holo-system is still offline, I'll have to put in to have it looked at again Permute one." Hartwell said with an irritated shake of his head. "Yes Admiral?" Came Celeste's voice. "I need a situation report of all that is happening pertaining to our mission." Hartwell stated. "Sir, as of yet there has been no activity outside the parameters that have been established. No aggressive action has been detected toward any in the fleet. The representative Onai sent a message that she will be ready within an hour to speak to the emperor's representative, if not the emperor himself. She has stated that she will have a message from her father." Celeste relayed. Hartwell was nodding to all of this, "Alright, I should be back on board within thirty minutes. Please have my quarters ready when I arrive." "Yes Admiral, also the emperor just notified me that he sent the damaged ship Zan back to watch over primes Zimmel and Lucie. It is an honor to call him my brother." Celeste stated proudly. Hartwell's head snapped up at this news. "Zan?! Wasn't he damaged in the last Tendrax attack?" A now worried Hartwell told Celeste. "I am reading that half his weapons are offline. Most are on one side that he used to block an attack on mother and Prime Lucie. His sub-light engines are only at eighty percent. He has full hyper-drive, plus he has at his last transmission fifty point five percent of his trans-warp. He's not at his best though I estimate he has enough destructive ability to provide cover," Celeste reported. Hartwell shook his head, had Zan lost what little sense it had? We'll just have to see, Zan had engaged the Tendrax more than any ship and person except for his sister Lucie. Even as confident as he was in all the ships, the thought of actually losing his sister frightened him. Saying a small prayer for her and the ships he looked over the plans of the Duke's planet. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was almost an hour later that Onai Sakuta was finally ready to depart. It had been a hard three day discussion with her father and the Jitaku council. As angry as she was with Kimon, there was no denying that he still held a huge place in her heart. With a sigh she stood as she finished her prayer, if Kimon wasn't careful he would be severely injured. Then there was the task force the council was willing to launch to bring him home for punishment if she didn't do this correctly. Her pilot bowed to her as he awaited orders from the master Onai. As sternly as she could she told the man, "You will remain here with the ship. No one is allowed on board 'til I return." Bowing almost to the floor the male responded, "Hai masuta." Nodding her head she stepped toward the airlock. It had taken all she had to convince the council, though especially her father to let her continue as she felt best. She had actually taken up for Kimon explaining he had been doing all he could to restore the honor of himself and his family. It was only in the last few months that he had achieved that. He was also working closely with and for the emperor. With a smile she remembered how fast her father had changed his thoughts when hearing the honor the emperor bestowed on her family and the Jitaku as a whole. Entering the airlock code she watched as it started to slide open. Taking a deep breath she hoped things went well today. Everything would come to the surface today one way or another. She hoped that Kimon really was as good as she'd seen. Stepping out she was again met by the same five men as before. Onai took a step forward then was impressed as all five bowed low. Hartwell nodded to Norman when they had all straightened up. Bowing again he stated, "We are honored to have you visit us again." Onai's eyes wore a pleased expression as she bowed again to Norman. "We thank you for the honor all of you have shown to us." Turning she addressed Hartwell, "I have received an answer to that which the emperor asked." A moment later there was a shimmering before all present as the image of Derrick appeared. All bowed to him even as Onai went to her knees. "Please arise Onai Sakuta. I have been waiting anxiously for this answer." Onai nodded her head without looking up setting a small device on the deck. The device started to hum then the image of an older oriental man appeared. The older man saw Derrick then bowed, "Dear exalted one. I am Isamu Sakuta leader of my clan and the Jitaku council. We are greatly honored by your words of us and our planet. Much discussion has gone into our decision both surprising for and against Masuta Kimon. The fact that it was the Masuta Onai that was for him was surprising." Derrick was nodding not saying a word which seemed to impress the older man even more. ‘Now,’ Derrick though, ‘we'll see if what she had said had indeed helped.’ "As stated before after much discussion, it was decided that a test of Kimon's skills will be forth coming." Here he pointed to Onai, "My daughter Masuta Onai will administer this test. Therefore it is with a heavy heart that we set this test as one to utter defeat." Here he turned to Derrick. "I know you have Kimon busy with duty; we do require him present for this." Derrick nodded as he said, "Celeste please present Colonel Dempsy before us." THREE DAYS BEFORE _____________________ Colonel Kimon Dempsy had visited Lieutenant Greeson in med bay after he found himself alone. Upon entering the room he saw that Greeson had already administered more than thirty pressure point adjustments. Even though he wasn't in much pain he saw that she had indeed got him with the triple-triple. Looking down at Greeson, Dempsy nodded as he threw a knuckle to Greeson’s neck then twisted. Greeson's eyes popped open as he screamed his body convulsing a bit then falling back to the table. Barely able to hold his eyes open, Greeson spoke, "Master, I apologize for not doing better. I..." Dempsy held up his hand to quiet Greeson. "You did far better than I thought you might. The fact that you got through her defenses for a moment proves that you did listen to me." Here Dempsy bowed to Greeson causing the young man confusion. "You have bestowed great honor upon me, Master Sakuta, and yourself. I am afraid you might not make it to the contest between Onai and myself though I hope you can." Dempsy left going to his room to meditate. An hour later he started to practice moving faster and faster. At the end of the first day covered in sweat he shook his head. He was moving far too slow she'd kill him after an hour. I must get faster if I am to survive. The end of the second day he was again covered in sweat. Nodding he was three times as fast though he wasn't sure he was fast enough. Taking a deep breath he laid down to rest a few hours then began again. The beginning of the third day Norman knocked on Dempsy's door. Not hearing anything Norman started to open then the door. Remembering the last time he did this he hit the floor before the door was barely open. A swish of air of air sounded above him right about where his stomach would have been. Laying there a few moments a hand appeared to help him up. "I am glad you remembered my Shin'yu. I would not have forgiven myself had I harmed you." Dempsy stated. Norman started to walk into the room then stopped. The body odor and heat practically pushed him back out the room. Shaking his head he turned to look at Dempsy. "Though I am sure you know Onai sent a message that she will be emerging later today. Might I make a suggestion?" Dempsy nodded to Norman wondering why the man was talking in the hall. "Yes, my best friend anything you think that will help me. I always value your council." "Good, first I suggest you take a shower, you my friend are rank as can be." Dempsy's eyes went wide as he suddenly noticed the rancid odor of blood and sweat. "I also suggest you wear your best Gi. I have a feeling you're in for the fight of your life." Dempsy bowed to Norman issuing profound thanks, "I expect no less from her, as I am sure she does from me. I will be ready Shin'yu." With that Dempsy closed the door immediately, and then went to wash his body of the past two days. Finished he cleaned the room then sat to meditate and pray. He'd been at a calm peace perhaps two hours when he felt the IMT. Still in a seat position he bowed to all there keeping his head on the floor. He was suddenly shocked when he heard a voice from the past he never thought he'd hear again. "Masuta Kimon, you are hereby challenged, a fight to utter defeat. Much of your transgressions have been forgiven. Your student has also helped to restore the honor of your family, the clan, your master, and the Jitaku people. Almost all has been forgiven save for one item. Onai has been chosen to administer your punishment since it was her more than any other the injustice was done to. I and the clan will watch this contest, with respect to his Lordship. No death only defeat, combatants prepare your selves!" Onai nodded as did Dempsy who finally looked up to face Onai. Moving to the middle of the mat they both bowed never taking their eyes off their opponent. They both stood stock still as everyone seemed to be waiting for something. A noise at the door drew everyone's attention as a Greeson appeared with his ribs taped. Derrick smiled, it had almost taken an act of god to get him released early, and though unknown to Greeson he'd have to return when this was over. "Ah! It is good to see that your student has come to observe." The older man stated then his face turned hard as he turned to both Onai and Dempsy. "No one may interfere, no one may stop this, begin!" Dempsy and Onai started out slow throwing a few blows as they got a feel for each other. Just as suddenly both seemed to fade as they began to move far faster. Greeson's head was moving all over the place as he was following them at first. A bright light blinked briefly on the mat as both combatants were suddenly still. Dempsy was expecting almost anything from Onai. It was no surprise when she did a flash hit, then she tried to catch him with a second that he easily avoided. Stopping he watched as she missed by a few meters Onai nodded her head to Kimon, so he was taking this as serious as she was. Good she thought, moving faster she was pleased when she doubled her speed he not only matched it he moved even faster catching and ripping the shoulder of her gi. Stopping she looked at the material in Kimon's hand, and then she smiled as she moved in for her own attack only to be rebuffed. Greeson had seen the move that Onai had tried it reminded him of their fight. Then as they started to move faster he started to lose track of them, then they almost vanished from his sight when they moved. Shaking his head they were well beyond his skill apparently they were going even higher. They had been at it for two hours now. Neither had a hit yet except for the cloth Dempsy had gotten. There was a sound of a solid impact then Dempsy was flying toward a wall. Cursing himself he landed short looking back at Onai. Walking back he bowed to her as they resumed the contest. A few minutes later there was another solid impact as Onai was flying backwards. Landing her right arm dangling she growled then bowed to Dempsy. Chopping a spot in her neck she was able to move her arm some, though she feared one of the arm bones was cracked. As the fight moved into its third hour neither had gotten a clean hit. Dempsy over reached a short move as Onai took the opening catching Dempsy in his upper leg. Limping away Dempsy noticed that her right arm was hanging again. Pinching a spot on his thigh he felt the pain recede. Shaking his head he thought they were going to kill each other at this rate. Trying to flex her right arm she barely winched as she again chopped a spot on her neck. Smiling at Kimon she was satisfied that he'd kept up with his art. Then a thought came to her, was it possible? He couldn't move that fast now. Smiling larger she had just decided what punishment she'd subject Kimon to when she was declared the victor. Adjusting she set up for the one move she knew no one could beat. Dempsy saw her adjust something was up, she had obviously decided that she had a move that could defeat him. Rushing toward him as fast as she could Dempsy almost fell prey to what she was doing as she got in close throwing three rapid hits. Then even faster she threw a second set, astonished when he blocked all three she'd started on a third set when Dempsy whirled out of the way throwing his own set of rapid hits, the second set catching her low in her ribs. Onai's eyes went wide as she felt the rib break then a second along with it. Dempsy backed away a grimace on his face. Looking at his old master he stated, "Do you declare me victor?" The older man was about to open his mouth when Onai stated, "No! I can fight still." "Really?" Dempsy said as he walked to her, and then pushing her forehead with a finger, watched her fall. "Do you concede defeat?" The older man asked. "I..." Onai started then groaned from the pain that was starting to spread. Dempsy leaned down whispering in her ear. Her eyes went wide as she groaned again then she spoke up, "We concede to Masuta Kimon Dempsy." "Good," Dempsy said as he ran a hand down her back pressing in three places. Bowed to the older man. "Masuta Sakuta may I continue that which I never did with your Daughter? I still have deep feelings for her as I am sure she does for me." The older man was deep in thought as he thought about the almost violent way that his daughter had argued for Kimon. Yes he had to agree there was no other for her as he was sure there was none other for Kimon. "Yes Kimon Dempsy, when you both are finally healed you may continue." Then the older man looked at his daughter trying to sit up. "That is if my daughter still shares these feelings with you also. What say you daughter? Shall we continue the joining?" Hiding her face she took as deep a breath as she could trying to hide her excitement. "Yes father, please continue the joining." "Good then all is settled." Looking at Dempsy then Onai, Dempsy nodded. "Celeste transfer Onai to the med bay." Dempsy said then collapsed. Damn he thought I guess she got me with that third set. "Transfer them both," Dempsy heard Norman say. Well Derrick thought, that takes care of one situation, even as an invader alarm started to go off.

Derrick was still in shock, what in the hell was going on? Reaching out again Derrick touched Mary's arm, again snatching his hand back. Sitting there a minute Derrick's face showed his confusion then a wide smile lit up his face. "Shelby, has anyone had access to access to my brain amplifier?" Derrick asked expecting her to tell him that someone had. "No Derrick all data on it is still in secure files within my mainframe, I haven't detected any incursion into any of those." Shelby reported a few moments later to an astonished Derrick. Derrick nodded thinking a moment, "Alright how did they do it? They're smart, a hell of a lot smarter than I was. I also know for a fact that neither had ever had access to technology this advanced. I need to talk to them right now." Derrick ordered. There was a momentary pause, and then holograms of both Kimison and Rayburn popped up. Both bowed, "Yes Sire you wanted us?" "Uh huh." Derrick mumbled as he looked at both of them. "So you recalled my brain amplifier I see." A smirking Derrick told an opened mouth Rayburn. "So both of you are on board Tempro, no," Derrick said raising a hand to stop Rayburn's denial. "I'm not mad though I should be!" Derrick looked over at first, a wide eyed, and then laughing his ass off Hartwell said, "Still sticking your noses into everything huh?" "Really I don't see what's so damn funny!" Derrick said a little frustrated that things were starting to progress without him. "What else have you two got?" Derrick asked still a little steamed. "Well," Kimison started, a huge smile brightening up his face. "There is this, a triple output particle beam weapon; I'd say the destructive force is close to three times the normal particle beams on board the ships. It works better with the power amplifier and stabilizer. Problem is I'm still getting a massive amount of feedback causing it to overload." "Have you tried a regulator? That would limit the amount of power into the firing chamber when the feedback starts." Derrick said a suddenly serious look on his face, as he told Kimison who had a startled look on his face. "So I take it you only had Tempro to download? Not bad, you have actually made advances that will go a long way. Ok, what else?" Kimison was still startled as he started to write with a flurry. Rayburn nodded holding up another small piece of metal slightly larger than the shield emitter. "I started this right after the shield emitter. It is a micro IMT though with all the refinements we have had to make I'm not sure any more. Cutting down on the weight has helped but the power output if still far too high for the micro-generator." Derrick looked over the plans that Rayburn was showing him. Yes, what they had accomplished was indeed a hell of a lot more help to him than they realized. Still looking over the plans a look of clarity lit up Derrick's eyes, "I think I see the flaw in your design Rayburn," Derrick told him. "If you reroute the power through a smaller version of the re-doubler, then I think it will work. At present what kind of range does it have?" Rayburn smiled the idea that Derrick had given him already had his mind working toward a solution. "At present because of the drain it has only worked to a thousand meters. With the idea you have given me though I think we may be able to extend it to a few miles." A now broadly smiling Rayburn said. Derrick nodded he had thought so too. "I have to say very good work; I also give you permission to access the library of either Zan or Sherry. Be careful I know you both want to help, but..." "Yes I know Sire," Rayburn replied. "We both know of you training your mind to take more information than almost anyone we have seen. Taking all of Tempro damn near fried Kimison's mind, then again he forgot a few safety guards." Derrick nodded then signed off. Looking at the solid hologram of Mary he sighed, great a solid holographic babysitter! Sitting up he saw that Greeson had finally progressed past the sixth level and was steadily gaining in the seventh. Damn Derrick thought he keeps this up I'll have to make him an officer. I just hope he isn't like Dempsy and turn it down every time. Snapping his fingers Derrick shook his head, Shelby's programs were good, but Dempsy was far better of a teacher. If he's sober enough Derrick thought with a smile. Calling Hartwell, Derrick described his idea to him, with a broad smile Hartwell agreed. Dempsy was nursing a hell of a hangover. Holy shit the device that Shelby had given him made the sweetest, most potent liquor he'd ever tasted! Sighing as he looked at the half full bottle next to his bed he had to report soon. Damn it he wished his head would clear faster. He'd just gotten to engineering when the 'special' communicator went off. "Yes Sire, not too good right now hung over as hell." Dempsy said into it. "I don't give a crap! Get your ass ready! I am transferring you to the emperor's command ship. Damn it! I said step up sergeant!" Hartwell's voice was barking out orders over the communicator. "Damn it sir!" Dempsy was whispering into the communicator. "You promised you wouldn't bring that up! I'm happy being a lowly crewman!" "That doesn't matter now, you are here by promoted to Second Lieutenant, now get your ass ready your ride will be there in a moment!" Hartwell said a wide smile on his face. "WHAT!!??? I don't..." Dempsy started. "I said that doesn't matter! The emperor needs you in an officer capacity. Now be ready or Thomas is going to take you like you are." Hartwell interrupted. In a low voice Hartwell and Derrick could hear Dempsy complaining, "Christ busting my head and balls when I am hung over I never disturbed them..." "What was that Lieutenant?" Derrick's voice suddenly came from the communicator. Startled Dempsy straightened up, "nothing Sire I'll be ready." Derrick was again about to fall out of his chair he'd always got a kick out of the man. Suddenly serious Derrick told Hartwell, "I damn sure hope he can teach them at least half of what he knows. Then again I think that Greeson might actually provide a challenge to Dempsy." "He might but Dempsy has continued to train, I believe he went back to his master to learn more recently. He just might surprise you Sire." Hartwell said hoping that Dempsy was as good as he thought the man was. Dempsy had barely managed to gather up everything in his bag when several alarms went off. Running Dempsy made the bridge just as Thomas made contact. "I was sent by the emperor to retrieve newly promoted Lieutenant Dempsy. Ah there he is!" With that Dempsy was suddenly standing in another of those ships. "Glad to see you could join us Lieutenant!" Thomas said behind him. Dempsy could only nod as he lovingly ran his hands over several of the panels that were part of Conner. "It is just as beautiful as I remember it!" Dempsy was whispering. Thomas could only roll his eyes. Conner appeared a moment later, "I thank you sir, it has been a very long time since someone appreciated my systems. I dare say you are the first since the emperor was here." Again all Dempsy could do was nod as he stared at more and more of what was Conner. "Thank you," Thomas heard Dempsy whisper. "You're welcome I think." Thomas said with a wide smile. Dempsy shook his head then looked at the command seat. "Is that you sir?" he said. "Cut the sir crap I am just plan Thomas now. Alright Conner trans-warp!" There was a familiar whine then they were coming up on the other three ships. "Sire we're back with him." Thomas reported with a smile. "Though I think he is in love with all the systems here." There was a minute of chuckles then they heard, "Alright Shelby." Dempsy blinked, then again as he looked at Derrick and Hartwell. Screwing up his face a moment Dempsy stated, "Look Sire I appreciate the promotion but I liked where and what I am. I really have to protest..." Derrick got a suddenly serious face and pointed at Dempsy. "I don't care; I need you as an officer for this mission. Afterward if you want to be busted down, then that can be arranged also. Though you might reconsider after you see the pay raise you get." Dempsy was shaking his head. He really didn't give a crap about the money; to him it was duty and nothing else. (Then again, he smiled; a hell of a lot of booze helped also.) "Mission? What can I do that you would need me for? I love tech true but Kimison and Rayburn have always been better at it than me. If you remember, I failed strategy and tactics in officer's school that was why they kicked me out." Dempsy smiled, well that plus the fact that he'd taken a few of the other officers daughters out. They had all been drinking and end up semi-nude in one of the girls apartments. "I'm no good at command that is both you and the admiral here. I am no pilot like Thomas, what can I possibly offer that you would need?" Dempsy replied becoming more and more confused. Derrick smiled, "Shelby robotic sparring partner, level 11, safeties off, set to kill!" Dempsy looked at Derrick and Hartwell like they had lost their minds, "Let's see if you're as good as I have heard you are." Hartwell said then smiled. Dempsy was suddenly in a more defensive position. The robot charged with almost blazing speed, then just as suddenly was laying in three pieces at Dempsy's feet. "Damn that was slow!" Dempsy said as he looked at the mess at his feet. Suddenly a moment of clarity lit up his face. "So you wish for me to protect you Sire? It would be an honor!" Both Derrick and Hartwell were grinning from ear to ear. "Well something like that. How do you feel about teaching?" Derrick said his smile growing by the second. A dark, brooding female figure, moved through the shadows as she advanced through the Taiolan sect. Disgusting she thought, moving like a breeze deeper into the complex. In the main room she watched as the new leader gave orders. Waiting her chance she struck with an almost unimagined speed. The leader smiled as he blocked all 105 of the deadly strikes the woman threw at him. "Ah! Good I see that you have kept up with your skills." The leader's mouth twisted into an evil smile. A low, almost whispering voice answered, "I told you if you ever contacted me, it had better be worth my time. Either way I may kill you anyway. You are a bastard, I no longer work for nor do I owe the sect anything. My time is far more valuable than yours!" Sighing, the leader nodded, she had been their best assassin when he was nearing completion of his training. "I take it you have heard of the new emperor?" When the woman only nodded the leader continued. "We have been paid a substantial fortune to rid the galaxy of him. It has been said that the man has plans to remove both assassin sects. He has already seriously hurt several of the pirate clans." "What do I care if they rid the galaxy of you? You and the other sect often interfere with my plans." The woman's whispering voice drifted through the air. "You know the new emperor is Derrick O'Toma?" The leader told her another evil smile crossing his lips. A hiss not unlike nails on a chalk board issued from her lips. "You have an agreement, for this bastard no fee, this one time only." Moving far swifter than he thought she could she had a thin blade to his throat. Then the leader felt a pin prick near his genitals. "Remember and never bother me again!" With that she was gone like smoke before a stiff breeze. The leader smiled then wiped the thin line of blood from his neck. Nodding his head yes, she would kill the bastard she had a blood oath against him as much as the leader did. Thinking of the woman he remembered back to the war, he'd been so close to ending his half brother and his smart ass friend. Then there was that bastard O'Toma, the leader had almost gotten his revenge when the son of a bitch stepped in. The day the leader had been arrested his wife had left him spitting in his face. She'd promised to kill him after she had the revenge their dead son deserved. Ah! Sweet memories the leader thought, just seeing his wife again had helped to refuel his hatred of O'Toma that much more. Dempsy sighed as he stood in the center of the room, starting his katas. This whole thing smelled fishy as he blocked and flung two bodies to the ground. Really he thought what in the hell did he expect. Dodging a kick and putting another four on the mat. A freaking Lieutenant! Damn the commander to hell! Why couldn't he just be a plain crewman? This time he actually had to stop his Katas hmmm Dempsy thought this one has a lot of potential! With a loud thud Greeson hit the mat extremely hard. Holy shit! Who was this man? He moved a lot like his teacher. Springing up Greeson prepared to attack again when the man wagged his finger at him then shook his head. A startled look filled Greeson's eyes as his legs started to wobble then he fell to the floor. Derrick and Hartwell cringed as they watched Dempsy put the man to the mat the first time. Though the second time they both were in pain when Greeson hit the floor. Derrick breathed a sigh of relief when Dempsy pressed a knuckle into Greeson's back. Derrick was thinking stay down son, and then shook his head when Greeson fell forward into Dempsy's arms. Sighing Dempsy moved to the gasping Greeson's back and lightly pressed a knuckle into a spot on the man's back. The man nodded to Dempsy and again tried to regain his feet. Sighing Dempsy just stood there, ‘damn this is a tough one,’ he thought. Then he nodded as the man fell forward into Dempsy's arms. Well I tried to warn him Dempsy thought. Kimison and Rayburn had already started on the ideas that Derrick had given them. With any luck they'd have the micro IMT ready after the emperor left the first nobles place. Kimison felt bad that he and Rayburn had abandoned the project that Mary had wanted them to work on. Though he realized that it was of the upmost importance, they wouldn't be much good if they were both dead. Rayburn made more adjustments then started the micro-generator again slowly he started to add power. This time the micro re-doubler kicked in half way through the cycle. ‘Good,’ Rayburn thought, ‘about time,’ then he noticed that the power was starting to climb far higher than he'd set it for. Grabbing the IMT he was just starting to shut it down when the damn thing activated! Appearing outside the ship’s hull, Rayburn hit his micro shield, he just hoped Tempro was tracking him this trick only gave him a minute at the most before the air in the shield was gone. Kimison had been working on the modulator when he heard the micro INT and generator power up. Running he arrived just in time to see Rayburn vanish. "Tempro I need a position on him now!" "He is outside, oh dear, his shield is rendering the IMT ineffective!" Tempro told Kimison. "How close is he to a hatch?" Kimison yelled. "He's beside the one in front you now!" Tempro replied. Tying a rope to his waist Kimison yanked the hatch open and lunged for Rayburn. As the pressure from the ship blew him out, Kimison remotely shut down of the shield. A moment later they were both lying on the deck Tempro having closed the hatch. Both gasping for breath Kimison looked at Rayburn, "You have to be the luckiest ass in the universe! Next time just let the piece of shit go! You're trying to get yourself killed aren't you? Plus you're trying to take me with you, you ass!" "You know I can't do that!" Rayburn gasped out. "It was the only working model we have!" Kimison got to his feet helping Rayburn to stand. "No more of this ok? I need you to complete these things." Rayburn smiled this was the nearest they had been in years, not since the man's half brother had tried to kill them. They were about a day out from the first of the noble's territories when Shelby called Derrick. "Yes Shelby is everything alright?" Derrick asked her. "I think I have a problem I've never had before," she told Derrick. "A problem? What's wrong? The ships are ok aren't they?" A worried Derrick asked Shelby. "They are fine Derrick but it appears that they BOTH are going to emerge at almost the same time. I've never had this happen before; I believe it is being so close to me that has caused this. I am afraid that someone will have to stay with them 'till they are ready." An astonished Shelby told Derrick. A hologram of Conner and Thomas appeared a moment later. "Sire we could transport them back to the Imperial planet. We could also bring Marco back with us if he is ready." Derrick sat back it was a tempting idea; he knew that with Conner at full power he could easily transport both of them. "Alright, but I need the both of you back here as fast as possible. No playing there and back." "Yes Sire we will do as you order." Both of the holograms said with a smile. "Another hour Sire." Shelby answered before Derrick could even get the question out this time. "Thank you Shelby notify right before." Derrick told her as he turned back toward the view screen. Greeson finally stirred from the deep unconscious state he'd been in. "Ugh damn," he groaned out, "what the hell hit me?" Looking up he saw Dempsy sitting on the floor in meditation. Finally righting himself Greeson sat back against the wall, while trying to not look anywhere but at Dempsy as the room began to spin lightly. Pulling himself together Greeson also started to meditate. "Good," Greeson heard Dempsy say, "so you were taught properly. Tomorrow we start on you actually learning. I'm not sure what you and the others had in mind. It is never a good idea to attack someone with no inkling as to who or what they are first." "I apologize for the offense sir," Greeson said a moment later. "We were all told to attack you with everything we had. I didn't think that was a good idea, it's why I waited longer." Dempsy nodded so this one wasn't as stupid as he had thought at first, good. Teaching this one might actually yield someone worthy of learning what Dempsy knew. Smiling Dempsy thought damn it! I just wish this damn hangover didn't last so long! "Derrick," Shelby said snapping him out of his thoughts about his coming meetings with the nobles. "Yes Shelby, is it time?" Derrick asked. "Yes it is, Derrick They will be ready for space almost an hour after they emerge. This is unprecedented you have found a way to get my children back faster. Thank you Derrick," Shelby said as she appeared huge tears falling from her eyes. "Thank you so much, I truly know now that had I not found you and you me." Here Shelby lowered he eyes and voice, "I know I would no longer exist." Shocked Derrick could only stare at her, "For all you have done for me Shelby, I feel I have done so little to repay you. So I have to say thank you to you also." Hartwell had tears in his eyes; the emperor was the greatest man he'd ever known on and off the battle field. The simple fact that the man was as humble as he was spoke volumes. Hartwell shook his head, the man just didn't realize all the good he'd done, and all that he was it seemed destined to do. "I am detecting rapid increase in the cognitive functioning of both 0125 and 0403," Shelby advised. There was a crackling then a male voice came over the loud speaker. "Mother? Is that you I feel?" Came at first, a tentative voice. "Yes son welcome back, you are in an improved re-gen with one of you brothers..." Shelby started. "Oh mother!" came another male voice, "I thought to never hear you again!" "0403?" Came the first male voice. "0125? So they got you also," came the sad voice. "I am on a mission with the new emperor. Before he has your brother, Conner take you to the Imperial planet, he will wish to speak to you." Shelby informed them. "The emperor," they both said a sense of awe in their voices. "You will find that this emperor is far different than any other we have known. Sleep for an hour then you can emerge into space." Shelby lovingly told them. "Yes mother, thank you," voices said then were quiet. "That was beautiful," Hartwell said tears in his eyes. This was the first time he'd ever seen the ship emergences. Derrick went back to reading up on the five major Nobles that they were going to be visiting first. In particular was the Duke Risen, Derrick already knew the man was a traitor he just had to have solid proof. Looking behind him he could see that the now solid hologram of Mary was watching his every move. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘the damn thing even followed him even when he took to relieve himself. Damn,’ he thought, ‘I knew when I went into this I wouldn't have a lot of privacy but I didn't think I wouldn't have any!’ At Ranger headquarters a tall, thin female was bent over a computer console. A device was hooked to the side enabling her to extract almost anything she wanted. Almost anything, the encryption she kept running into was unlike anything she'd ever seen. Sighing she had enough to start. Walking out she walked past several of the techs who didn't give her a second look. Cradling the data disc she smiled, soon bastard you will pay for the death of my son! Derrick's communicator went off a few minutes later. "Emperor are you busy at the moment?" Came the voice of the Ranger High Commander. "No High Commander, I will always have time for you." Derrick told the man whose eyes opened wide in shock. "We have detected a break into the Ranger central data center. When we checked the video feeds there was nothing unusual. At present we are at a loss." The man reported. "What was accessed?" Derrick asked though he had an idea he already knew. "It appears that all information on you was accessed sire, on anyone that might have spoken, interacted, or actually seen you. This is a serious breach; I'm just glad that you planted all that false information in the data base." The older man reported. "Thank you high commander, please keep me informed." Clicking off Derrick thought, ‘so that ass is at a dead end. He's trying to get all he can on me and others that have been near me.’ Smiling, ‘good,’ Derrick thought ‘the false information should lead whomever he sent into the open soon.’ "Derrick, it's time." Shelby said. "My sons, the emperor wishes to speak you before you emerge into space." Shelby informed both of the ships. Two holograms appeared on Shelby in front of Derrick and bowed. One, a tall, slender blonde teen, the other a young man barely out of his teens with jet dark hair. "Yes Sire?" They both stated. "As I have told all ships after emergence, I require that they go by the name that they were given or were allowed to choose. I therefore ask you both for yours or if you wish to be given one." Derrick asked of both the holographic males. "Yes Sire." the blonde 0125 started, "I was known as Lars I was told it was a proud name, it was also the name of my first crew commander." Derrick nodded making note glad that the man would be remembered. Turning toward the jet black haired teen Derrick asked, "And you 0403?" Suddenly standing proud and tall the young man answered, "I was called Johnathon for a few years. I was told that I was allowed to keep it by supplemental crews later on." Derrick had a wide grin on his face as he looked over at Hartwell. Hartwell had a shocked look on his face, which of course had Derrick again about to fall out of the command chair laughing.

------------------- Part 4: ■ SNEAKING BACK IN ■ ---------------------------- I drove from her house and parked a couple of blocks away on a side street where my car wouldn’t be recognized. I sat in the car, heart racing, for about 20-minutes. I knew what I was planning was dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. I walked back to the house, snuck around to the back, and over to the side door on the lower level. If it was locked, Cindy didn’t want me sneaking into her room. I would be safe from my own destructive sexual urges, which I found uncontrollable at the moment. It was unlocked I carefully twisted the handle and let myself in. The room was dark, so I stood there until my eyes adjusted. I listened carefully for any movement in the house... silence. I could see light under Cindy’s bedroom door in the hallway on the other side of the room. I crept across the room, making sure I didn’t knock anything over. I reached her bedroom and carefully opened the door. Cindy was standing in front of her closet like she was looking for something to wear. She was wearing her thin white nightshirt, and turned around when I locked the door behind me. She held one finger up to her lips ‘be quiet’ , and pointed to the ceiling. Her parents room was directly above. I recall she said she could sometimes hear them talking through the heat vent, so I really had to be quiet. The light from her side table was enough to penetrate her nightshirt; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I drank in the sight of her nipples and hip bones poking out against the thin material, and the faint outline of her small bush. I walked over, grabbed her hands and pulled her closer to the light. I knelt down in front of her. Sliding my hands up under her nightshirt I felt the smooth skin of her calves, the back of her knees, then upwards to her thighs. I heard a small gasp from her as my hands continued upwards, until I felt the soft curve of her tight little butt. I held both cheeks in my hands and stood up, lifting her nightshirt above her waist. “You feel good...” I whispered as I ran my hands up from her ass, up her back... lifting her nightshirt higher as I went. I moved back a little so I could see her below the nightshirt. My eyes went down to her flat tummy, and her sparse, fair-haired bush, then back up to her beautiful, innocent face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, lips trembling. I pulled her towards me and kissed her, gently sliding my tongue inside her open mouth, which startled her at first... but she kissed me back, wrapping her tongue around mine. I moved my hands back down to her ass and pulled her against my hardening dick, but at her height it only pressed against her belly, just above her mound. I whispered in her ear, “I want to see you naked”. I pulled back and lifted her nightshirt again, this time up above her breasts, and lifting her arms, up over her head. I threw it on her bed and stepped back to admire her naked body. She started to cover herself with her hands, but I stopped her and pulled her hands back down to her sides. “My God... you are beautiful” I whispered, and kissed her again. She returned the kiss more passionately this time, sliding her tongue far into my mouth. She wasn’t very experienced at kissing, but she more than made up for it in her enthusiasm. I absolutely loved the feeling of her mouth, her tongue, her kisses. I pulled her over in front of the light so I could admire her, fully exposed, head to toe. She was a vision... wavy platinum blonde hair falling around her sun-kissed face, crystal blue eyes, full lips, and a button nose with freckles. Her tan arms and shoulders were thin, but toned like her legs and flat tummy. Her tan line circled her young breasts... not yet mature, not yet fallen into place; perched high in her chest, with light pink nipples that almost protruded out more than her breasts. Her puffy areolas were perfectly smooth, and poked out from her small boobs like a second pair of breasts... her nipples erect. I reached around her and grabbed her ass with both hands and easily picked her up so her face was level with mine, and passionately kissed her. Holding her there as we kissed, she wrapped her legs around me, grinding her little mound right above the bulge in my pants. We spun around and I laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around me. Reaching back to her ankles I pulled her legs open, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. My cock was still folded down in my underwear, straining at the material. She watched intently as I reached down and straightened it out. The tip poked out the waistband, dripping wet. I pushed forward between her open legs and pressed the base of my cock against her, with only my underwear between my shaft and her little pussy. The head was sticking out the top of my waistband and leaking enough pre-cum that the sticky fluid made a puddle on her tummy. I started squeezing her breasts and dry-humping her, and leaned over and kissed her. Any inhibitions she may have had before disappeared as she kissed me back, alternately sucking on my tongue, and deeply fucking my mouth with her tongue... she wrapped her legs tighter around me, pulling me harder against her. I moved down and sucked on her soft nipples. They reacted to my touch, her puffy areolas swelling even more and her nipples growing and becoming harder in my mouth. I continued squeezing her breasts and moved further down on her, briefly tasting my own lube on her tummy, then trying to slide my tongue down to taste her pussy. The bed was too low though, and I was only able to comfortably reach the top, barely below her bush. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders, lifted her up off the bed, and stuffed a pillow under her ass. Setting her back down, I grabbed her legs behind her knees and pushed her legs upwards and apart, until her pussy and little pink butthole were facing the ceiling. I looked up at her face to make sure she was okay with what I was doing, and she was looking at me with a small smile and an intense look of desire in her eyes. This was my every fantasy; I had masturbated a hundred times envisioning this ... I was reeling from the lust that had taken over. I thrust my face between her legs and sucked greedily on her little pussy. I tried to slide my tongue into her, but she was so tight I could only get the tip of my tongue inside. I pulled my head back and moved my hands from her legs, down to each side of her tiny box, spreading her as wide as I could. The light from her side table clearly illuminated her tiny opening, which was no bigger than my pinky finger. I slid my tongue gently into her opening again, but it was just too small to get very deep past the opening. I moved up and licked and sucked on her little button, and her body quivered when I hit the spot. I slid my tongue down her pussy and over her ass, then back again. She shuddered when I hit her clit, and gasped when my tongue hit her ass. I had an uncontrollable need to slide my tongue inside her. Grabbing her behind her knees again, I pushed her legs further back, rotating her hips so her little butthole was more exposed. My tongue circled her ass, then licked softly at the tight opening. She gasped, and I waited for her to ask me to stop, but her expression showed she was enjoying it. I had never done this before... I never really wanted to; but Cindy was different. Every part of her seemed perfect and erotic to me. I continued to lick her ass with the wide part of my tongue until I could feel her relax; her little asshole opening up. My tongue could feel the softer, smooth inner part of her anus expand, allowing me to slide the tip of my tongue inside... just the tip. Another gasp. I could feel her ass tighten at first, then open up for my probing tongue. I was in heaven. I moved back to her clit, licking and sucking her button. Cindy grabbed my head and pulled it harder against her, and began humping my mouth. I rocked her legs back and forth, drenching my face in her juices, her feet bouncing in the air... Suddenly we both realized her bed was squeaking, and froze. We were both so lost in the passion of the moment we forgot where we were. Cindy stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, and we strained to hear any movement from upstairs. We waited... nothing. I slowly released my grip on her legs, and guided them down to the floor, and helped her stand. I whispered in her ear, “We really have to be quiet!” She nodded in agreement, her eyes wide in fear of her father busting in on us. I knelt down to the floor, pulling her down onto her knees with me. “Stay like that” I whispered, then walked around behind her and laid down on my back, my head under her sweet little ass. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her down so she squatted onto my face. I started licking her little pussy again... her juices ran out of her all over my face and into my eager mouth. I sucked in every sweet drop from her. She started rocking back and forth on my face, alternately grinding her clit against my tongue and my nose. I ran my hands up her ribs, and started pawing at her breasts; squeezing and pulling on her nipples. Looking up past her flat tummy and my greedy hands on her breasts, her eyes locked on mine... she nodded impatiently- she was close to cumming on my mouth. The pressure from her weight increased on my mouth, and her pace increased... she ground her tender pussy against my face and eager tongue. She grabbed my hair, threw her head back, and bucked hard on me... humping my mouth. I shoved my tongue as far into her tight little pussy as it would go. She held it there, and pulled my face hard against her until I thought I might suffocate, but I continued tongue-fucking her little opening as she rode through the waves of her climax. ...her shuddering finally subsided, and she raised herself up from my mouth, suddenly tender from the strong climax. I gently lifted her by her waist and set her down on my chest. The warmth of her wet swollen pussy on my chest was comforting. Her face was flushed from her orgasm, as was the area above her breasts. Regardless of how strong she climaxed from that, I know I enjoyed it even more. We lay there like that in silence for a bit, then she reached around and started stroking my cock. She whispered, “I still haven’t seen you cum”, then brought her hand back around and showed me her open palm. It was dripping wet, glistening from the pre-cum that had been leaking from my cock this whole time. She giggled quietly, then licked her hand. My cock jumped at seeing this. She was so fucking sexy... hard to imagine how erotic she could be at her age and lack of experience. “I want to see you cum”, she whispered, and started rubbing my cock again. I lifted her up, and slid upwards under her legs until she was right over my cock, slid my underwear down below my balls, and sat her back down on the base of my shaft. The heat from her pussy felt amazing. Grabbing her hips, I slid her petite body up the length of my cock, then back down again. There was enough lube leaking from her to make things very slippery. The view of her little body riding on my cock was unbelievable... it looked like I was fucking her. It felt like I was fucking her. This won't take long I slid her up and down, her little swollen lips wrapping around my cock... her ass hitting my balls at the base, and her clit hitting the head at the top. I felt the surge building from deep inside my groin, and my lust took over. I started pulling her harder against me, sliding her wet box faster up and down, using her little body like an oversized FleshLight. She was trying to stabilize her flailing body by grabbing my arms, her hair tossing back and forth with each thrust, her knees and thin legs sliding on the carpet. It felt like the entire universe centered on my cock, and it was about to burst. I squeezed her more tightly, and violently thrust her little body against my cock, again and again, grinding into her until my head bounced off the carpet as I exploded in a shattering orgasm... my cock pumping ropes of cum onto my stomach, my shirt, my face, and hair... I lay there breathless, panting, heart racing, and slowly came back to reality. I released my grip on her, and realized I was so rough I may have hurt her... given her rug burns on her knees, or bruised her by grabbing her hips so tightly. “I’m sorry... did I hurt you?”, is all I could say. She leaned over and whispered, “Don’t be sorry... that was amazing.” She reached down, ran a finger through the puddles on my stomach, and looked at me with a smirk, “Did we enjoy ourselves?” She saw the cum in my hair and giggled again, “Wow- I didn’t think there would be so much!” She grabbed her nightshirt off the bed and cleaned off the mess I had made. “That was amazing”, she repeated, and laid down and wrapped herself around me. In a short while she was fast asleep. It wasn’t too long before I was drifting off as well, until the dangerous reality of the situation hit me, and brought me to full alert. I lifted Cindy into her bed, kissed her goodnight, and snuck out the side door. I walked the couple of blocks to my car in a bit of a euphoric daze. This was the most erotic sex I had ever had in my life, and we didn’t even make love. I knew this was a dangerous, self-destructive path, but I had to figure out a way to see her again. I had to see her. Without anyone knowing.... Dammit.

Egg Chapter 6 Jacob cringed while he walked a bit. Sore or not, he walked normally despite the pain. A requirement he put on himself because of Aurora. Fear about what she would say kept him putting up with the pain. The thought of her made him smile. She had been at him every chance she got. Providing more sex than probably most at any given time, but he was happy to get away for some respite. Problems would arise if he spent every moment he could fucking. His social life would suffer. Not that there was a social life to begin with. With no friends and little activity outside the home besides school, home was all there was. No one called to check on him. Except for last night. His dad called. That conversation went well enough. His father even seemed happy on the phone. Talks of travel and plans upon his return home. No mention of the emergency call, but Jacob knew that there wasn’t a bone in the man’s body that cared about his son. That didn’t matter last night though as it normally would to Jacob. Aurora had been there, waiting to embrace him and take his care away. He stopped on the sidewalk at the thought of Aurora. The sun sat in the sky, still low as it rose. With a yawn and stretch, he continued on his way to school. Running a few minutes early today, he wanted a head start for the day. It was Friday and his father would be home late the next day. A lot had to be done. Aurora had now been in a feminine body for three days. That caused his dilemma as he realized that Aurora wanted to use that body in all capacities. That in itself she took no blame with a new physical form. Needs caused neglect of the other chores needing to be done. All the furniture needed to be assembled and even though the patriarch wasn’t loved, Jacob did feel like the shocks coming would be better taken with a better looking furnished home. Sighing, he started moving towards school once again. The walk didn’t take long now. When he was bigger, the walk would take him thirty minutes or longer to complete. Now, it took only ten minutes. He wanted a thirty minute window alone to check on Grace. About a week ago, she had made a move on Jacob and the two had fucked in one of the many hiding places on the high school campus. Since then, he visited every morning to see the pulsating cocoon that contained her. Jacob asked Aurora before why Grace changed. Aurora skirted the question, but mostly assured him it was for the better. There would also need to be more. The spreading of knowledge about the Goddess of Love and Lusts would bring a better world. Jacob accepted the answer, but still found himself bothered by it. The doors of the school were almost always opened early. Teachers did arrive before students. Most of those teachers rarely even noticed Jacob walking through the halls. Many, if not all knew Jacob had little to go home to so they turned blind eyes. But that was all before he lost the weight. Now as he walked in, many teachers did look up. A few even said some greeting to him. One way or another, he didn’t think any of them really cared. Except Grace, who Jacob barely saw as she slipped around a corner. That confounded him being that yesterday she had been still cocooned in one of the buildings next to the baseball field. Moving rather quickly though the hall, he moved lightly to stay quiet. A feat that never would have been possible before. He felt like a rogue, moving through shadows and what not. It wasn’t lost on him that the halls of the school were well-lit. “Jacob,” A harsh but silent voiced said. It stopped him dead in his tracks. He turned to see Ms. Devons looking up at him with her blue eyes boring into him. Today, the woman was wearing black rimmed glasses and had her hair pulled back into a bun. Her black pants suit only offset by the dark blue blouse underneath a suit jacket. “What do you think you’re doing running through the hall of this school?” “I uh,” Jacob was at a lost to what to say to her. It’s not like he had a real reason that would make sense to her. Explaining that he was pursuing a woman he had fucked a week ago and had turned into a cocoon and now emerged didn’t feel like a good story. “Come with me now,” she said harshly. Pulling him by the arm, she yanked him into a classroom. the heavy metal door being closed behind him made him worry. He turned to look at her. Saw that the room walls lined with colorful posters with literature saying printed on them. This classroom belonged to her. “I can’t believe you would do such a thing Jacob,” she yelled at him. “That’s enough,” he said with an equally powerful voice. “You are one to talk about what’s acceptable or not.” “What do you mean?” she said moving back against the door in door. “Grabbing a students cock in his pants,” Jacob said. The switch happened again. A surge of confidence swelled in him. Of course, he referred to the time he had knocked her down to get the building where he would fuck Grace a week ago. When the teacher had reached up to gain purchase to stand, her hand had grabbed onto his dick. “That was an accident,” she said turning bright red. He knew then, that this whole thing had been a farce. “Was it now?” He took a step towards her. “If you wanted to see it, all you had to do was ask.” With a zipper quickly down, Jacob pulled his massive cock out for Ms. Devons to see. She gasped at the sight, an audible look of horror on her face. “Much bigger than you thought huh?” “What happened to you?” she asked. But he could see by her slight fidgeting that that question didn’t matter in its intent. “A teacher grabbed it. Want to feel it bare this time?” he asked holding out it towards her. Even though they were a few feet apart, he hoped the offer would still be tantalizing for her. He could use some relief. “I,” she looked around the room. “I think we have only a few minutes. Would a taste be okay?” Jacob smiled at that. And she was over to him and on her knees. There were some mutterings of marveling, but her hot breath on his skin left him little to think about. “Is there a way I can study this later?” she asked. He looked down at her beaming blue eyes and felt disappointed. “I thought you said we had a few.” “We do,” she replied standing up. She moved over to the door and leaned against it. “My pants are loose enough so they’ll slide down past my ass. Get them down and come shove that thing up into me.” Bounding over, almost skipping, Jacob did as she commanded. Gripping the bands of her pants, he pulled until they popped over her ass and stopped at her thighs. “That’s far enough,” she said. “Now stick it in.” “A good student obeys his teachers right?” Jacob wanted to imagine that when he puled her pants down, slick pussy juices would be thick. He imagined that they would be stuck to cloth and skin alike. There wasn’t time to find out, but thankfully, she was wet enough for sliding right on in. “Oh god,” she cried out. A hand reached back and pulled on an ass cheek. It didn’t matter to him. He was all to happy to get closer to her heat. “So much for needing a break,” he said to himself. “What was that?” she said with a moan. “You’re pussy is really hot,” he shouted out, half-expecting some sort of panic on her part. There wasn’t to his disappointment, but he shifted his thoughts to her sex. She wasn’t as tight as he would have liked, no doubt to her own sexual activities. Mattering a little, he began shoving his cock deep as he could into her. Ms. Devons whimpered in the onslaught. Cock shoved up against her womb, Jacob did his best to keep her womb kissing the tip of his dick. That was until she started meeting his thrust and then he found he didn’t need to try so hard. “You’re a screamer huh?” Jacob said between exerted breaths. “Yeah, and it’s really hard to keep quiet,” she said with gasps. Thankfully, Jacob didn’t need to hear her scream. What he needed was to cum. That desire seemed to take over, but then the bell rang. “No,” she let out a groan of despair. They had both stopped. “I have to get ready for class. Students will be here soon.” They uncoupled and within seconds, both of them had their respective pants back up. “You have detention on Monday young man,” she said to him. “While I can say I enjoyed this, you will need to pay for the running in the halls.” “Yeah, okay,” he said with a laugh. “See you Monday after school.” Jacob left the class. He knew the first bell was only a fifteen minute warning until students started showing up in droves. Even though they could have continued, each second after the bell would be one to a discovery faster. And no teacher wanted to be caught with a student, even if that student was of age. With a shrug, he moved back to the hall he last saw Grace move down. Even though people would be arriving by the minute, he still found himself needing to know where she was off too. Moving slowly, not wanting to be caught up again by another teacher, he listened. The hall Grace had been last seen going down did have a dead end. So he moved slowly until he heard a sound. An unexpected and throaty moan. Now Jacob moved quicker. Another moan and he knew which classroom it was. Room 606, which was funny being that the room was always vacant. Used for extra storage, it was a no wonder why Grace would have used the room to masturbate in. Laughing a bit to himself at his worry, he knew the woman had a major sex drive and a few days without relief. Might have a rapacious sex drive like Aurora. Opening up the door, Jacob expected to see Grace spread eagle on the floor going to town on herself. Maybe even shoving some sort of object inside to simulate. What he didn’t expect to see was her riding someone. “Close the door, if you want to join, just take you pants off,” she said. “Grace,” Jacob replied horrified at what he saw. Grace had in fact, emerged for her cocoon changed. Tentacles sprouted from her back. The looked to be sucking on arms and legs. He closed the door softly and walked over. “Hey Jacob,” she said to him, flipping her hair back. Closer, he saw that it too was a mass of tentacles. He moved around to see her from the front. Everything about Grace screamed that she was now of another world. “Like what you see?” “No,” he said. “What are you doing?” “Fucking,” she said. “Well, more like riding. This has been a more one-sided tryst that I wanted.” Her solid blue eyes looked at him. “Want to join?” He did, but he knew it was a bad idea. “Who is it?” “Mr. Watts, I think. I don’t know if it matters really. He won’t be around for much longer.” “You can’t do that,” he said with a harsh whisper. “You’re beginning to throw off my high of this,” she said, eyes narrowing at him. “I’m not trying to.” “Then get your cock out and give me some,” she hissed. A tentacle wrapped around his leg. “I want to Grace, but the time.” “Means nothing. Get it out now.” Too afraid now not to say something he told her to knock it off. “Look at the poor man you’re killing him and at school. People saw him this morning and will ask questions when he isn’t at class. Get off him now,” he commanded. There was a look of surprise on Grace’s alien looking face as her body reverted to human form. She still had Mr. Watts’s cock in her as she straddled him. That man looked worse for wear. Submerged in water for too long, he was wrinkled head to toe. Nothing about his breathing looked like it was easy. “How did you do that?” “Do what?” “You shut my need for sex completely off. I fuck this man almost every day and you made me stop. He has such a good cock.” “You were eating him,” Jacob said. A look of disgust came across her face. “It felt so good though,” she said. “To have such complete control of every bit of this.” “Well, you don’t now. You need to get dressed and get to work.” “What about him?” she asked standing up. Jacob’s eyes raised seeing the thick trunk of a cock fall out of her. Not long, but thicker than a wrist. “He isn’t dead so leave him for now. Meet me at my house later.” “Okay,” she said biting her lip. “No sex either until we work out what to do.” “Until you work out to do,” she said with a pout. “I mean, I really need some cock. You know how hard its gonna be to wait?” “You don’t think I know that. I want to fuck you here and right now, but we have a responsibility here not to get exposed. What would our queen think?” Grace seemed to pale with the statement. “You’re right,” she said with a defeated tone. “I will keep control until I can find a more suitable partner.” “Get dressed,” he commanded. The second bell rang, signaling the true arrival of the student body. She did and to no surprise, she put on a white sundress with light blue flowers and trims. While dressing, Jacob looked at Mr. Watts. Poor man’s wizened breath made him look terrible. As he studied, Jacob could see that she had sucked the man almost down to the bone. His ribs were looking visible. “You did a number on him.” Jacob said with disappointed dissidence. “He agreed to the price, and I was hungry.” She stretched. “You better get to class there kiddo.” With a sigh, he moved to leave the class. She grabbed him on his way by and planted a kiss on him. With soft lips, she moved the dead mood into one of wonderful promises. “Why would you do this?” he asked angrily. “If I have to suffer,” she said with gleam in her eyes. “So do you.” Then she left, leaving him throbbing in the departure. Sighing again, he followed but by the time he entered the hall, she had fallen into the crowd of students that had gathered. Frustrated for the second time that day, Jacob slunked off to his first class. Classes for Jacob were often slow. Billy had been a constant torment, but he was gone now. Sure, people talked about him, even asked where he could be, but no one directed attention to Jacob for these things. Not that he had anything to do with Billy’s death. That unfortunate incident had everything to do with Aurora’s protectiveness than anything else. The day went fast. There wasn’t much in classes and most people offered little to him. He did pass Ms. Devons throughout the day, who blushed heavily each time they crossed paths. Once she tried to avoid looking at him. Another, they got close in the class and he grabbed her butt as he passed. She let out a squeak of protest. That made him laugh to himself as he wondered on his way to auto shop class how she even kept herself sane. Somehow, or rather, he knew, her pussy was gestating all day. It made him jittery imagining that she would be rubbing her slit all day in various ways to stimulate herself. Finally the last bell rang. Everyone avoided him still. He did eye a few girls looking at him, but under gaze they turned quickly away. Getting up, Jacob went to leave when he was stopped. “Jacob,” the teacher for the day said in a stern voice. It was Mr. Davids. A rather lanky teacher who often subbed in for teachers when he could. He was one of the track coaches and a counselor by trade. “Yeah?” he replied standing at the doorway. The older man looked at Jacob. Everyone knew Mr. Davids was fresh out of college and he looked young. That being said, the man commanded some respect for his authority. That stopped Jacob being that his cock throbbed insistently to be buried in a Ms. Devons snatch and finish what started earlier. “So its freaky what happened with you.” “Yeah.” “You gonna explain?” Jacob thought for the second time of telling someone what really transpired. That made him wonder for a second if maybe there existed in a way, something inside wanted him to tell. Everything was for the Goddess now, but he had no name to tell. Lack of details justified not telling. “Just melted off,” he said. “Bull kid,” Mr. Davids replied. “I don’t know what you did but miracles don’t happen.” They did if the thing fucking your brains out constantly was a life form from another plane of existence. But Jacob didn’t say that. He couldn’t. “I saw a doctor, they were baffled by this to,” he said with a shrug. Davids nodded at this explanation and then turned away. Jacob wasted no time in the opening and slipped out the door. Ms. Devons awaited him and he needed to get at that pussy. Walking briskly through the halls, he half-expected to be stopped. As he went, there was nothing stopping him from her classroom. Upon entering he found himself disappointed to see that she was engaged with a parent. It took seconds for him to learn that the parent was unhappy about her child’s grades. He locked eyes with Ms. Devons. In that moment, he knew she would be more than a few minutes. Those eyes also seemed to plead with him to wait. He nodded at her and he saw the slight bite of a lower lip. “Sorry Ms. Devons, wanted to some help with homework. I’ll be waiting down in room, 705,” he said before turning and walking briskly away. Room 705 was the room that Grace had been feeding on the male teacher from earlier. Jacob did hope the guy was okay, but as he opened the door to see clothes still strewn on the floor, his heart sank. “You should let me finished him off,” a female voice said. Jacob turned to see Grace leaning against the wall next to the door. “He would have died better.” “I forgot,” Jacob said sheepishly. “And now instead of dying in sweet embrace, he died wheezing and alone.” “Why were you feeding on him?” “I was hungry and he couldn’t keep up.” “Keep up?” “Oh he wasn’t like you. I needed more orgasmic bliss with him and more bonding time. His body gave out long before we bonded.” “Is this how it’s going to be with every convert?” Jacob said with an exasperated sigh. “We require certain things to have for a mate. Everything is for the Goddess, but to continue to be worthy, all have to meet requirements. He did not, and as such, he worshipped only once.” The matter of fact explanation satisfied him for the moment. It seemed that there were a lot of things worth discussing with Aurora. If he managed to keep converting women, having them wandering and eating any male they came across until they found a mate caused too many problems. Three had been killed so far in the endeavors of two different alien women. “There needs to be some ground rules,” he said. “Well, first, let’s do something about the hard cock in your pants,” she said with a moan. Her hand lifted her dress and another went to town on an audibly wet pussy. “At least you could let me ride that good hard dick for a long while.” “I can’t,” he replied with a solemn grimace. “I know, there is another about to join our fold. I don’t think she would mind, but by the off chance.” Grace was moaning much more audibly now. “Why are you dong that?” “Because our new convert needs all the help she can get to accept the changes heading her way. Pheromones will lull her into an easier change. Your cock will do most of the work, as she has already tasted its goodness.” “Fuck it,” Jacob said with a growing frustration. Jacob walked up to her and yanked her hand out of her pants. She went to protest, but he shoved the musky fingers into her own mouth. Blue eyes looked at him. She licked the finger seductively slow. In that moment, Jacob unzipped his pants and yanked his cock out. His next action had him lifting her leg. “That’s right,” she groaned into his ear. “Shove that fat cock into my tight little cunny.” He grunted in reply. Shoving his cock into her with dominating force, going until she began shuddering. “That hit the spot,” she said with a sigh. “You came already?” “Yeah,” she said, the word drawn out and sounding like a drunk spoke. Jacob watched as she lost composure of the form she held. Her skin paled and hair tentacled. He watched as her lower jaw split in the middle and rows of pointed teeth shown. Light blue spots began to appear on her like they would be on a cow. Not that she was a cow, far from it. “She will be here any second,” he said worried about her appearance. “I will hide shortly, just let me finish orgasming.” Jacob hadn’t realized it, but her pussy still squeezed his cock in long waves. It almost made him want to finish what he started with her. He could almost feel how heavy his balls had become with their hanging weight. The insistent throbbing in the head of his cock told him his body grew impatient with the delayed end. “You can pull out now,” she said plainly to him. And he did. A long slide out and he heard a splash to the floor. “Jeez you make me so wet you know?” Within seconds, Grace looked like herself again. Jacob pulled his pants back up and got his cock back in. “You need to leave,” Jacob said zipping himself up. “I know,” Grace replied. “You take a lot out of a girl, and she is coming down the hallway.” “You need to hide,” Jacob said with a panic. “I will,” she said with sigh. Jacob looked panicked to the door when it opened. He didn’t see Grace move or anything as Mrs. Devons walked in. “Jacob?” “I’m here,” Jacob said. One of the things he hadn’t given credit to anything was how gloomy the room was. It did have windows, but with blinds and stacked desks, the room often sat in a permeating dinginess. Near dark is where the room needed to be anyways for the secrecy it provided, especially in the late with all of the extra activities for it. “Oh thank goodness,” she said closing the door behind her. “Even though you told me I was nervous you wouldn’t be here.” “Why?” he asked her. “We don’t have time for that, I need your cock now.” Jacob opened his arms wide. A microphone for her to declare her lustful enrollment into servitude. Time seemed to stop as she moved over to him. Dropping in front of him, he closed his eyes as her hands pulled his throbbing rod out. “It smells so musky,” she said. “Sorry been a long day.” Eyes still closed and making no movements, he waited until she made another move. That wait didn’t take long a her mouth wrapped around his cock. With a gurgling moan, the sounds of slurping filled the room. The slurping would continue, promising a greedy appetite and sloppy sex. He shuddered when a powerful vacuum engulfed his length. Jacob looked down to eyes peering up at him. Ms. Devons seemed to smile before she closed her eyes. Head bobbing, Jacob lasted exactly a few seconds more before grunting out a finish. Coughing brought him out of the orgasmic bliss. He looked down to see Ms. Devons coughing into her hands. “You okay?” “Yeah,” she said between some coughs. “Just a lot more than I expected.” “The cock or cum?” Jacob asked with a laugh. “Both I suppose,” she said standing up. Lips smacking she looked at him. “That was some thick stuff.” “Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “I want some of it in my…” “Go ahead, say it.” A look passed across her face. He couldn’t tell if it was disgust or conflict. It wouldn’t matter as she smiled quickly. “I need you to put some of that thick spunk in my pussy,” she said with a squeal. He smiled at her and dropped his arms. “Whatever you need.” Ms. Devons moved over to one of the desks stored in the room. She pulled a wooden office chair out. Pants dropped to the floor, filling the room with the musk of wanton lust. A leg hiked up on the chair and a spreading of one ass cheek, which showed dripping lips and a peculiar color of sex to Jacob. Heavy brown looking lips draped down with copious amounts of juices dripping from them. Looking carefully, he could see shimmering strings stretching too, to the panties on the floor below. Not needing anymore of an invitation, Jacob waltzed up to the alter of worship. “Best part of you younger ones is that you recharge fast.” Jacob caught himself asking how many of the older women at the school would know such a thing. She groaned throatily as he slid into her heat. The angle made her tighter, but he didn’t get to savor the feeling of vaginal walls molding to him. Hips began moving before he sank in all the way and it felt more to him as if she took control of the impaling. “I’ve been thinking of this cock all day,” she exclaimed shoving herself back harder. “Good cause the pussy has been on it’s mind all day.” “Can you thrust harder?” The question made him pause for a second. “What did you say?” “Can you thrust harder?” “How dare you slut,” he angrily growled. He grabbed her head, fingers entwining into her hair. “Yes,” she screamed out when he pulled her hair. With a final push back, she froze. There was no movement, and Jacob stayed still. Though he wondered what transpired right then, he dare not interrupt it. While her heat and ass pressed against him, he listened to her breathing. Moments stretched to what seemed like minutes. An eternity could pass at the moment and Jacob wouldn’t know when it would end. Even though he was aware of her heartbeat and his own cock’s insistence, he did not move. Sighing to himself, life seemed to stop completely. Then it changed, the pause button unpressed. “Fuck yes,” Ms. Devons screamed out. Jacob was taken aback by the sudden animation. Flesh shaking, ass cheeks flexing ad they spread with pushing back. A wall stopped his cock from going in further, but he felt the pulsations in her cumming cunt. “I accepted, oh I accepted.” Ms. Devons shoved Jacob away, to which he felt a bit indignant about having his hard cock yet again ripped out of pussy before it came. “What the hell?” he said angrily. Ms. Devons had gone too far to acknowledge him. Like a faucet running, black ichor poured out of her pussy in wet sloppy plops. As with Grace and Aurora, that ichor began growing tendrils of pure lack that snaked like veins up Ms. Devons legs. She fell out of the chair and into the puddle of goo. “Well done,” Grace said, stepping seemingly out of the shadows. In the bit of light there was, Jacob could see a grin on her face as she watched the conversion. “In three days, I will have a sister.” “Yeah,” Jacob said, watching as the womb encompassed the teacher. In seconds, tentacles snaked out for the anchoring and defense. “We are gonna have to lock the room up.” “For her?” Grace said with a laugh. “Any one who wonders in here will be kept alive until she emerges.” “And she will emerge hungry,” he said. “And horny,” she replied. “And speaking of horny, you want to fire that thing off into my ass?” “Tempting, but right now, I just want to go home.” “Oh.” “Let’s get out of her first, the noises of this transformation are almost sickening.” “Its a song of beauty,” Grace said. Jacob couldn’t tell if rebuke or statement wove into the words. With a shrug, he pulled his pants up and fixed himself. “Still, let’s get home.” “You’re denying me a chance to worship?” Grace started into him about the rebuke of sex from earlier. While he understood her insistence on taking care of sex, the timing would be off. None of this mattered to Grace. She wanted more and he denied her. They walked the halls of the school together, not coming across another soul as they did. Jacob would have liked to talk about that, not knowing how late it was. Instead, they walked with her repeating the same plea. Eventually, they passed the office and she told him she needed to get something out of her office. He followed and realized before the door to her office even closed, he would be fucking her. “Now then,” Grace said. Jacob moved quickly and shoved her up against the door. It interrupted whatever thought she planned on presenting. Hard and desperate again for his own release, he lost caring about holding off. “What-?” “You want to be fucked in the ass, well, you got it.” Pulling her dress up, he moved his cock out at the same time, each hand working while he used his weight to hold her. With the tasks done, his cock sprang angrily into the cleft of her ass. “You don’t need any-oh, you know.” Jacob did. The converts would always be ready for any orifice to be used. Somehow he knew this and would never now forget it. “Yes, slide it in deeper.” Jacob did, feeling the ring of her ass a tight barrier that constantly squeezed down his shaft. Like a rolled o-ring up and down a pipe. It didn’t take long for her to loose her composure again. Grace’s alien form sprang into existence before his eyes. Not that it bothered him. By now, pleasure overrode everything else as he rutted to a finish. “Fuck,” Grace called out with a cracking sound punctuating the outcry. He could tell she was cumming, but didn’t stop shoving his cock hard into her. The thrusts feverish pace were met now as Grace threw herself back into him. “You’re taking too long, give me your cum.” The begging picked up there. He didn’t know what had gotten into her, besides his dick, but that begging made him feel powerful. At a whim, he could end the sex by emptying into the bowels of her ass. A whim, that he continued to shove his cock into her. “I will cum when I am good and ready too,” she yelled over her begging. “Now turn your ass over.” Grace may have groaned, but it was on unhearing ears. To Jacob, all she needed to do was obey. Much to his delight, she swiveled herself and after some awkward repositioning, to which his cock never left her ass, they were back to fucking. “Oh this is different,” Jacob said looking into the blue galaxy eyes of Grace. With eyes locked with him, she licked her lips. A thick tongue that rolled over slowly. “I’ll say,” she said her mouth agape now, exposing rows of sharp teeth. He looked down to watch her anus swallow his cock. The orifice stretching out like a volcano being plugged. After each pull out, her pussy squirted a small stream of milky white spray. Almost like a refined mist, and the color evident only by the streams the pooled off his cock. The extra lube made a squishy noise as the muscles clenched onto his cock. Their eyes locked. He wanted to know what she thought. To even feel what her body felt. Everything for him, lay at the shaft of his cock. That is until he felt the powerful throbs of inevitable for him. “Do it,” she said with a hiss. “Fill my ass up with you thick cream.” He groaned. “Come on master, cum in my ass.” “Ah.” “Master, yes,” Grace exclaimed. Powerful legs wrapped around his waist and held him tight against at his final thrust. Jacob doubled over as his balls emptied out with explosive ferocity. Each pump of cum made him heave with a spasm. “Oh that is so delicious.” Jacob looked up to see her licking her lips. A gloss seemed to cover over her eyes. “I can feel its warmth,” she said falling back onto the desk completely. Her tentacles writhed around her on the desk as she relaxed. When her legs fell away, he pulled out of her ass. “Warn a girl.” “Sorry.” Jacob pulled his pants back up and made himself decent. “We need to go.” “Yeah, I know.” Grace was slow to rise up. When she did, he stared at her alien form. “What?” “You need to look human.” “Oh.” Only a second would pass for her to change. “I can’t wait till when I don’t have to revert,” she said looking at him. “It unnerves me that I can’t be in my natural form.” He shrugged before motioning to the door. “I need to get home,” he said. “You don’t need to wait for me.” “I think I do. If you decide to snack on the way home.” She laughed. “If I do, I’ll behave. I do need clothes anyways so I will drop you off. I can’t stay over at your place. It is the weekend.” She winked at him walking by. Jacob already knew that her promise would be broken. Not that he knew about her nightly dealings before she hooked up with him. What he did know is that her sex drive couldn’t have been satiated. They walked down the halls in relative silence. Grace was humming and doing a bit of a skip while they did. He thought the look was great, but remembered that only in reality, that there would never be a settling with her. In fact, as the main conduit to the Goddess with recruitment, many women would be in his future. When they got outside, Grace gave him a kiss and gave him thanks. With an apology, she left him standing in front of the school. Sighing heavily Jacob began the walk home. Nothing happened on the walk home. There wasn’t a constant bully anymore and the sinking sun provided a nice companion. Thoughts of the rest of the night filled his head. A shower definitely had to be first on the list. Or a better idea would be to order food then get a shower. He bet Aurora had eaten everything in the house. When he arrived home, the boxes containing the ordered furniture sat still on the front porch. There were a ton of boxes. Sighing, he realized those needed to be moved in before a shower. Jacob hardly ever felt at home. Not since his mother had passed and his father’s abusive nature began. When he opened the door, the last thing he expected to see home greeting. “Jacob.” His name said on a wind of excitement. An embrace unexpected and coupled with strength. Tentacles hair wrapping around his head before wet lips crushed against his. Hot breath heralded the tongue that intermingled into his mouth. The kiss was long and passionate in its unexpected desperation. “You’ve been having sex,” Aurora said breaking the kiss with a giggle. “I can taste them on you.” “I’m sorry,” Jacob said panicked. “Why?” she asked looking up at him. Her pink eyes seemed to be sparkling. “It isn’t normal in my world for women to be excited about her man having sex with others.” “You were worshiping and recruiting. Any woman should be proud of her man’s devotions.” She let him go. “Are you coming in?” “I need to bring the furniture in and start getting it ready.” “Your dad will be home tomorrow,” she said with a twirl. “I can’t wait to meet him.” The sharp tooth smile she wore on her face was one of utter horror. Her eyes were pools of red and then the look disappeared. “I’m hungry.” “Chinese?” “And you.” “Let me order and I’ll get to work on the furniture.” He knew she was watching him as he moved. An effort on his part to ignore it for now. There would be time later for her, but he needed to get things done. Ordering the Chinese food proved to be challenging as he had to guess what quantities of food to order. The man on the phone seemed to be upset with how much was ordered, but Jacob promised a good tip to the delivery driver. After the call, Jacob started unpacking boxes outside and moving furniture inside. Some had to be built, which he found a perverse sense of pride in himself when he finished book shelves, various benches, new table, and what not. The only break he took was to eat. Aurora ate with him, but said little, her pink eyes locking with his often. Once done, he went right back to work, breaking down boxes, arranging furniture and hung pictures. There wasn’t much in the way for family in the house. Jacob couldn’t even think of where to look even for old family photos when he ordered. Instead of relying on that, he decided to order many different art pieces involving the woods. As the woods had been such an escape for Jacob, it felt right. All on the walls, he had pictures hung. Above the fireplace, he mounted a huge tv. Everything looked great and he fell down with a huge sigh on one of the couches. No sooner had he done that, when Aurora was there. “I thought you would never be done,” she said sitting in the ottoman in front of him. He had his head back and made no effort to look at her. “It was a lot,” he said. “Watching you work was something.” His head rolled up from the back of the couch. She was wearing some of the clothes he bought in her human form. “I’m really not sure what that means.” “It mean’s you deserve some attention.” Aurora stood up in front of him. “I learned a lot on your computer today. I thought I’d give you a treat.” Jacob remained silent. Not that he needed to say anything. She blew a kiss at him. “Hope your ready.” A smile broke across his face. She smiled back and than began to dance. There where twirls, leg kicks and hands that moved across the body. Each movement meant to bring out desire. Once clothes began moving and exposing skin, Jacob realized what the dance was for. His cock strained almost immediately watching Aurora. Her fluid movements in dance a choreographed master piece. Before long, skin became even more bare as clothes were discarded. Eroticism at its finest, Jacob found his mouth agape as her pants fell. The masturbation began in earnest at that point. Jacob didn’t even see at first as hands moved. What clued him in was the shimmering of liquid across her body coupled with the sweet smell of her salty sex. The moans she emitted eventually were drowned out by the sound of her wet sex being played with. “Jacob,” she moaned squeezing her breasts with a throaty moan. “Jacob, watching you was so infuriatingly hard to keep myself from you.” Jacob had leaned forward towards her in not only intrigue, but to touch. Reaching out, her warm body folding into his arms and he hugged her, hands on her butt and face buried into her stomach. Heart beats heard, he found a bit of comfort resting against her. “I can’t do it anymore,” she said with a frustrated growl. Jacob found himself on his back, pants ripped off and Aurora straddling him. The heat of her sex radiated out with a dripping insistence. There also was a sound of her still masturbating with the coupling of moans. “I hope you are ready Jacob,” she said, her voice flat. Aurora stood up, and lowered herself downwards to his erect penis. They locked eyes, her’s a furiously dark pink. “Watch.” He looked down at the plump pussy lips, fat and engorged. Then pink tentacles snaked slowly out. “Watch as they engulf your cock,” she said. He could see the shudder of her body as the warm prehensile appendages wrapped around his cock. “Each one of those is more sensitive than any human woman’s clitoris.” As if to emphasis, he watched as a milky white fluid dripped copiously from her sex. It may have grossed out anyone else, but jacob knew it was a sign that Aurora was orgasming. He had been coated head to toe before in her juices. By now, it had become a bit of a ceremony to get his cock coated in her before they actually copulated. “And let me tell you Jacob,” she said sinking down his shaft fully. “This amount of pleasure would be enough to drive any mortal mad.” Jacob grabbed her ankles, knowing the next bit would be rough. Unlike the other women who allowed Jacob to have his way with them for the most part, Aurora often over the past week had essentially been in control. “You’re so deep in me,” she exclaimed with a moan. And he felt like he was. Jacob at one point, wanted to take the chance to study her anatomy. No doubt, that would involve him having to ask or forcing it. Aurora didn’t seem to want to take things slow. “Don’t hold back Jacob,” she demanded as fingers dug into his chest. Aurora grated even more, leaning back so he had to look up at her heaving chest. She had lost control of her form, and her breasts size had begun increasing. Not that it would matter. Any size would be perky and Aurora liked hers to be melons. The next thing that changed with Aurora was her hair which combined and twirled into lengthy tentacles. Her nipples, around the areoles, sprouted tendrils too, which he knew to be overly sensitive. “I’m gonna cum again,” she cried out, going rigid. The spray of milky cum up his body. The explosion of female cum wasn’t gross at all to Jacob. In actuality, he reveled in any woman’s orgasm. For this one, he stuck his tongue out and enjoyed the sweet taste of it. She of course, was shaking with massive spasm as each powerful vaginal contraction happened. The uncontrolled contractions of her cunt forced Jacob over his own edge. “Ah yes, fill me,” Aurora screamed, her voice going into a high pitch. When she finished, she collapsed backward, popping his cock out of her. It sprang up, bringing it with it, a mix of cum. “That was wonderful.” “Yeah,” Jacob agreed listening to her labored breathing. He looked down at her spread legs to see her pussy splayed open. There weren’t any tentacles anymore. Fat lips splayed apart where the nub of a huge clit sat and the dark hole of her pleasures. “Like what you see?” “I want to see more.” She laughed. “You will, but for now, I have to get this body satisfied.” “What do you mean by that?” Jacob asked worried the sex for her wasn’t wholesome. “What I mean is that I constantly crave sex and right now I struggle with control.” That made him think of Grace from earlier. “What did you do today?” “Do you mean who?” “Yeah.” Jacob felt as if she was about to answer, but then a pounding on the door interrupted their conversation. “Who could that be?” Jacob scrambling up. He quickly moved to find something to wear. Having to run up stairs to change quickly. Two more times the pounding on the door had happened. “Hold on,” Jacob said almost angrily on the forth pound. He opened the door to see the blonde cop from earlier in the week. “Can I help you officer,” he said trying to be cordial and sweet to her. “Yeah, just checking in on you,” she said. A radio crackled on her hip. She didn’t pay any attention with it. “I returned the cart,” he said to her, not understanding one bit, why he felt like the spot light was on him. This woman had an aura of power about her. “I bet,” she laughed. “You seem to have been busy.” “Yeah,” he said, leaning back a bit as she looked into the house. He didn’t think there was anything for him to worry about with a cop. Granted, he did know she was scoping the place out. “Jacob, who is it?” “It’s the police Aurora.” That was a cue for Aurora, who arose from the couch with a long stretch. A white tank top did little to hide her body, which she wore as a stacked nubile woman. “Everything okay?” Jacob knew what the effort on Aurora’s part was for. A seduction done to get another convert. Not that he minded. The cop’s looks were great and she did seem to have a personality that would allow for good expansion of the cult. “Yeah, Officer?” “It’s Officer Hadley. Meredith Hadley,” she replied. “And yes, everything is okay.” “Is she thirsty?” Aurora’s question took him aback. The look on the officer’s face was hard. Maybe she was concerned, but then she responded. “Yes, can I have a glass of water?” Jacob stepped aside and Meredith came in.

Egg Chapter 6 Jacob cringed while he walked a bit. Sore or not, he walked normally despite the pain. A requirement he put on himself because of Aurora. Fear about what she would say kept him putting up with the pain. The thought of her made him smile. She had been at him every chance she got. Providing more sex than probably most at any given time, but he was happy to get away for some respite. Problems would arise if he spent every moment he could fucking. His social life would suffer. Not that there was a social life to begin with. With no friends and little activity outside the home besides school, home was all there was. No one called to check on him. Except for last night. His dad called. That conversation went well enough. His father even seemed happy on the phone. Talks of travel and plans upon his return home. No mention of the emergency call, but Jacob knew that there wasn’t a bone in the man’s body that cared about his son. That didn’t matter last night though as it normally would to Jacob. Aurora had been there, waiting to embrace him and take his care away. He stopped on the sidewalk at the thought of Aurora. The sun sat in the sky, still low as it rose. With a yawn and stretch, he continued on his way to school. Running a few minutes early today, he wanted a head start for the day. It was Friday and his father would be home late the next day. A lot had to be done. Aurora had now been in a feminine body for three days. That caused his dilemma as he realized that Aurora wanted to use that body in all capacities. That in itself she took no blame with a new physical form. Needs caused neglect of the other chores needing to be done. All the furniture needed to be assembled and even though the patriarch wasn’t loved, Jacob did feel like the shocks coming would be better taken with a better looking furnished home. Sighing, he started moving towards school once again. The walk didn’t take long now. When he was bigger, the walk would take him thirty minutes or longer to complete. Now, it took only ten minutes. He wanted a thirty minute window alone to check on Grace. About a week ago, she had made a move on Jacob and the two had fucked in one of the many hiding places on the high school campus. Since then, he visited every morning to see the pulsating cocoon that contained her. Jacob asked Aurora before why Grace changed. Aurora skirted the question, but mostly assured him it was for the better. There would also need to be more. The spreading of knowledge about the Goddess of Love and Lusts would bring a better world. Jacob accepted the answer, but still found himself bothered by it. The doors of the school were almost always opened early. Teachers did arrive before students. Most of those teachers rarely even noticed Jacob walking through the halls. Many, if not all knew Jacob had little to go home to so they turned blind eyes. But that was all before he lost the weight. Now as he walked in, many teachers did look up. A few even said some greeting to him. One way or another, he didn’t think any of them really cared. Except Grace, who Jacob barely saw as she slipped around a corner. That confounded him being that yesterday she had been still cocooned in one of the buildings next to the baseball field. Moving rather quickly though the hall, he moved lightly to stay quiet. A feat that never would have been possible before. He felt like a rogue, moving through shadows and what not. It wasn’t lost on him that the halls of the school were well-lit. “Jacob,” A harsh but silent voiced said. It stopped him dead in his tracks. He turned to see Ms. Devons looking up at him with her blue eyes boring into him. Today, the woman was wearing black rimmed glasses and had her hair pulled back into a bun. Her black pants suit only offset by the dark blue blouse underneath a suit jacket. “What do you think you’re doing running through the hall of this school?” “I uh,” Jacob was at a lost to what to say to her. It’s not like he had a real reason that would make sense to her. Explaining that he was pursuing a woman he had fucked a week ago and had turned into a cocoon and now emerged didn’t feel like a good story. “Come with me now,” she said harshly. Pulling him by the arm, she yanked him into a classroom. the heavy metal door being closed behind him made him worry. He turned to look at her. Saw that the room walls lined with colorful posters with literature saying printed on them. This classroom belonged to her. “I can’t believe you would do such a thing Jacob,” she yelled at him. “That’s enough,” he said with an equally powerful voice. “You are one to talk about what’s acceptable or not.” “What do you mean?” she said moving back against the door in door. “Grabbing a students cock in his pants,” Jacob said. The switch happened again. A surge of confidence swelled in him. Of course, he referred to the time he had knocked her down to get the building where he would fuck Grace a week ago. When the teacher had reached up to gain purchase to stand, her hand had grabbed onto his dick. “That was an accident,” she said turning bright red. He knew then, that this whole thing had been a farce. “Was it now?” He took a step towards her. “If you wanted to see it, all you had to do was ask.” With a zipper quickly down, Jacob pulled his massive cock out for Ms. Devons to see. She gasped at the sight, an audible look of horror on her face. “Much bigger than you thought huh?” “What happened to you?” she asked. But he could see by her slight fidgeting that that question didn’t matter in its intent. “A teacher grabbed it. Want to feel it bare this time?” he asked holding out it towards her. Even though they were a few feet apart, he hoped the offer would still be tantalizing for her. He could use some relief. “I,” she looked around the room. “I think we have only a few minutes. Would a taste be okay?” Jacob smiled at that. And she was over to him and on her knees. There were some mutterings of marveling, but her hot breath on his skin left him little to think about. “Is there a way I can study this later?” she asked. He looked down at her beaming blue eyes and felt disappointed. “I thought you said we had a few.” “We do,” she replied standing up. She moved over to the door and leaned against it. “My pants are loose enough so they’ll slide down past my ass. Get them down and come shove that thing up into me.” Bounding over, almost skipping, Jacob did as she commanded. Gripping the bands of her pants, he pulled until they popped over her ass and stopped at her thighs. “That’s far enough,” she said. “Now stick it in.” “A good student obeys his teachers right?” Jacob wanted to imagine that when he puled her pants down, slick pussy juices would be thick. He imagined that they would be stuck to cloth and skin alike. There wasn’t time to find out, but thankfully, she was wet enough for sliding right on in. “Oh god,” she cried out. A hand reached back and pulled on an ass cheek. It didn’t matter to him. He was all to happy to get closer to her heat. “So much for needing a break,” he said to himself. “What was that?” she said with a moan. “You’re pussy is really hot,” he shouted out, half-expecting some sort of panic on her part. There wasn’t to his disappointment, but he shifted his thoughts to her sex. She wasn’t as tight as he would have liked, no doubt to her own sexual activities. Mattering a little, he began shoving his cock deep as he could into her. Ms. Devons whimpered in the onslaught. Cock shoved up against her womb, Jacob did his best to keep her womb kissing the tip of his dick. That was until she started meeting his thrust and then he found he didn’t need to try so hard. “You’re a screamer huh?” Jacob said between exerted breaths. “Yeah, and it’s really hard to keep quiet,” she said with gasps. Thankfully, Jacob didn’t need to hear her scream. What he needed was to cum. That desire seemed to take over, but then the bell rang. “No,” she let out a groan of despair. They had both stopped. “I have to get ready for class. Students will be here soon.” They uncoupled and within seconds, both of them had their respective pants back up. “You have detention on Monday young man,” she said to him. “While I can say I enjoyed this, you will need to pay for the running in the halls.” “Yeah, okay,” he said with a laugh. “See you Monday after school.” Jacob left the class. He knew the first bell was only a fifteen minute warning until students started showing up in droves. Even though they could have continued, each second after the bell would be one to a discovery faster. And no teacher wanted to be caught with a student, even if that student was of age. With a shrug, he moved back to the hall he last saw Grace move down. Even though people would be arriving by the minute, he still found himself needing to know where she was off too. Moving slowly, not wanting to be caught up again by another teacher, he listened. The hall Grace had been last seen going down did have a dead end. So he moved slowly until he heard a sound. An unexpected and throaty moan. Now Jacob moved quicker. Another moan and he knew which classroom it was. Room 606, which was funny being that the room was always vacant. Used for extra storage, it was a no wonder why Grace would have used the room to masturbate in. Laughing a bit to himself at his worry, he knew the woman had a major sex drive and a few days without relief. Might have a rapacious sex drive like Aurora. Opening up the door, Jacob expected to see Grace spread eagle on the floor going to town on herself. Maybe even shoving some sort of object inside to simulate. What he didn’t expect to see was her riding someone. “Close the door, if you want to join, just take you pants off,” she said. “Grace,” Jacob replied horrified at what he saw. Grace had in fact, emerged for her cocoon changed. Tentacles sprouted from her back. The looked to be sucking on arms and legs. He closed the door softly and walked over. “Hey Jacob,” she said to him, flipping her hair back. Closer, he saw that it too was a mass of tentacles. He moved around to see her from the front. Everything about Grace screamed that she was now of another world. “Like what you see?” “No,” he said. “What are you doing?” “Fucking,” she said. “Well, more like riding. This has been a more one-sided tryst that I wanted.” Her solid blue eyes looked at him. “Want to join?” He did, but he knew it was a bad idea. “Who is it?” “Mr. Watts, I think. I don’t know if it matters really. He won’t be around for much longer.” “You can’t do that,” he said with a harsh whisper. “You’re beginning to throw off my high of this,” she said, eyes narrowing at him. “I’m not trying to.” “Then get your cock out and give me some,” she hissed. A tentacle wrapped around his leg. “I want to Grace, but the time.” “Means nothing. Get it out now.” Too afraid now not to say something he told her to knock it off. “Look at the poor man you’re killing him and at school. People saw him this morning and will ask questions when he isn’t at class. Get off him now,” he commanded. There was a look of surprise on Grace’s alien looking face as her body reverted to human form. She still had Mr. Watts’s cock in her as she straddled him. That man looked worse for wear. Submerged in water for too long, he was wrinkled head to toe. Nothing about his breathing looked like it was easy. “How did you do that?” “Do what?” “You shut my need for sex completely off. I fuck this man almost every day and you made me stop. He has such a good cock.” “You were eating him,” Jacob said. A look of disgust came across her face. “It felt so good though,” she said. “To have such complete control of every bit of this.” “Well, you don’t now. You need to get dressed and get to work.” “What about him?” she asked standing up. Jacob’s eyes raised seeing the thick trunk of a cock fall out of her. Not long, but thicker than a wrist. “He isn’t dead so leave him for now. Meet me at my house later.” “Okay,” she said biting her lip. “No sex either until we work out what to do.” “Until you work out to do,” she said with a pout. “I mean, I really need some cock. You know how hard its gonna be to wait?” “You don’t think I know that. I want to fuck you here and right now, but we have a responsibility here not to get exposed. What would our queen think?” Grace seemed to pale with the statement. “You’re right,” she said with a defeated tone. “I will keep control until I can find a more suitable partner.” “Get dressed,” he commanded. The second bell rang, signaling the true arrival of the student body. She did and to no surprise, she put on a white sundress with light blue flowers and trims. While dressing, Jacob looked at Mr. Watts. Poor man’s wizened breath made him look terrible. As he studied, Jacob could see that she had sucked the man almost down to the bone. His ribs were looking visible. “You did a number on him.” Jacob said with disappointed dissidence. “He agreed to the price, and I was hungry.” She stretched. “You better get to class there kiddo.” With a sigh, he moved to leave the class. She grabbed him on his way by and planted a kiss on him. With soft lips, she moved the dead mood into one of wonderful promises. “Why would you do this?” he asked angrily. “If I have to suffer,” she said with gleam in her eyes. “So do you.” Then she left, leaving him throbbing in the departure. Sighing again, he followed but by the time he entered the hall, she had fallen into the crowd of students that had gathered. Frustrated for the second time that day, Jacob slunked off to his first class. Classes for Jacob were often slow. Billy had been a constant torment, but he was gone now. Sure, people talked about him, even asked where he could be, but no one directed attention to Jacob for these things. Not that he had anything to do with Billy’s death. That unfortunate incident had everything to do with Aurora’s protectiveness than anything else. The day went fast. There wasn’t much in classes and most people offered little to him. He did pass Ms. Devons throughout the day, who blushed heavily each time they crossed paths. Once she tried to avoid looking at him. Another, they got close in the class and he grabbed her butt as he passed. She let out a squeak of protest. That made him laugh to himself as he wondered on his way to auto shop class how she even kept herself sane. Somehow, or rather, he knew, her pussy was gestating all day. It made him jittery imagining that she would be rubbing her slit all day in various ways to stimulate herself. Finally the last bell rang. Everyone avoided him still. He did eye a few girls looking at him, but under gaze they turned quickly away. Getting up, Jacob went to leave when he was stopped. “Jacob,” the teacher for the day said in a stern voice. It was Mr. Davids. A rather lanky teacher who often subbed in for teachers when he could. He was one of the track coaches and a counselor by trade. “Yeah?” he replied standing at the doorway. The older man looked at Jacob. Everyone knew Mr. Davids was fresh out of college and he looked young. That being said, the man commanded some respect for his authority. That stopped Jacob being that his cock throbbed insistently to be buried in a Ms. Devons snatch and finish what started earlier. “So its freaky what happened with you.” “Yeah.” “You gonna explain?” Jacob thought for the second time of telling someone what really transpired. That made him wonder for a second if maybe there existed in a way, something inside wanted him to tell. Everything was for the Goddess now, but he had no name to tell. Lack of details justified not telling. “Just melted off,” he said. “Bull kid,” Mr. Davids replied. “I don’t know what you did but miracles don’t happen.” They did if the thing fucking your brains out constantly was a life form from another plane of existence. But Jacob didn’t say that. He couldn’t. “I saw a doctor, they were baffled by this to,” he said with a shrug. Davids nodded at this explanation and then turned away. Jacob wasted no time in the opening and slipped out the door. Ms. Devons awaited him and he needed to get at that pussy. Walking briskly through the halls, he half-expected to be stopped. As he went, there was nothing stopping him from her classroom. Upon entering he found himself disappointed to see that she was engaged with a parent. It took seconds for him to learn that the parent was unhappy about her child’s grades. He locked eyes with Ms. Devons. In that moment, he knew she would be more than a few minutes. Those eyes also seemed to plead with him to wait. He nodded at her and he saw the slight bite of a lower lip. “Sorry Ms. Devons, wanted to some help with homework. I’ll be waiting down in room, 705,” he said before turning and walking briskly away. Room 705 was the room that Grace had been feeding on the male teacher from earlier. Jacob did hope the guy was okay, but as he opened the door to see clothes still strewn on the floor, his heart sank. “You should let me finished him off,” a female voice said. Jacob turned to see Grace leaning against the wall next to the door. “He would have died better.” “I forgot,” Jacob said sheepishly. “And now instead of dying in sweet embrace, he died wheezing and alone.” “Why were you feeding on him?” “I was hungry and he couldn’t keep up.” “Keep up?” “Oh he wasn’t like you. I needed more orgasmic bliss with him and more bonding time. His body gave out long before we bonded.” “Is this how it’s going to be with every convert?” Jacob said with an exasperated sigh. “We require certain things to have for a mate. Everything is for the Goddess, but to continue to be worthy, all have to meet requirements. He did not, and as such, he worshipped only once.” The matter of fact explanation satisfied him for the moment. It seemed that there were a lot of things worth discussing with Aurora. If he managed to keep converting women, having them wandering and eating any male they came across until they found a mate caused too many problems. Three had been killed so far in the endeavors of two different alien women. “There needs to be some ground rules,” he said. “Well, first, let’s do something about the hard cock in your pants,” she said with a moan. Her hand lifted her dress and another went to town on an audibly wet pussy. “At least you could let me ride that good hard dick for a long while.” “I can’t,” he replied with a solemn grimace. “I know, there is another about to join our fold. I don’t think she would mind, but by the off chance.” Grace was moaning much more audibly now. “Why are you dong that?” “Because our new convert needs all the help she can get to accept the changes heading her way. Pheromones will lull her into an easier change. Your cock will do most of the work, as she has already tasted its goodness.” “Fuck it,” Jacob said with a growing frustration. Jacob walked up to her and yanked her hand out of her pants. She went to protest, but he shoved the musky fingers into her own mouth. Blue eyes looked at him. She licked the finger seductively slow. In that moment, Jacob unzipped his pants and yanked his cock out. His next action had him lifting her leg. “That’s right,” she groaned into his ear. “Shove that fat cock into my tight little cunny.” He grunted in reply. Shoving his cock into her with dominating force, going until she began shuddering. “That hit the spot,” she said with a sigh. “You came already?” “Yeah,” she said, the word drawn out and sounding like a drunk spoke. Jacob watched as she lost composure of the form she held. Her skin paled and hair tentacled. He watched as her lower jaw split in the middle and rows of pointed teeth shown. Light blue spots began to appear on her like they would be on a cow. Not that she was a cow, far from it. “She will be here any second,” he said worried about her appearance. “I will hide shortly, just let me finish orgasming.” Jacob hadn’t realized it, but her pussy still squeezed his cock in long waves. It almost made him want to finish what he started with her. He could almost feel how heavy his balls had become with their hanging weight. The insistent throbbing in the head of his cock told him his body grew impatient with the delayed end. “You can pull out now,” she said plainly to him. And he did. A long slide out and he heard a splash to the floor. “Jeez you make me so wet you know?” Within seconds, Grace looked like herself again. Jacob pulled his pants back up and got his cock back in. “You need to leave,” Jacob said zipping himself up. “I know,” Grace replied. “You take a lot out of a girl, and she is coming down the hallway.” “You need to hide,” Jacob said with a panic. “I will,” she said with sigh. Jacob looked panicked to the door when it opened. He didn’t see Grace move or anything as Mrs. Devons walked in. “Jacob?” “I’m here,” Jacob said. One of the things he hadn’t given credit to anything was how gloomy the room was. It did have windows, but with blinds and stacked desks, the room often sat in a permeating dinginess. Near dark is where the room needed to be anyways for the secrecy it provided, especially in the late with all of the extra activities for it. “Oh thank goodness,” she said closing the door behind her. “Even though you told me I was nervous you wouldn’t be here.” “Why?” he asked her. “We don’t have time for that, I need your cock now.” Jacob opened his arms wide. A microphone for her to declare her lustful enrollment into servitude. Time seemed to stop as she moved over to him. Dropping in front of him, he closed his eyes as her hands pulled his throbbing rod out. “It smells so musky,” she said. “Sorry been a long day.” Eyes still closed and making no movements, he waited until she made another move. That wait didn’t take long a her mouth wrapped around his cock. With a gurgling moan, the sounds of slurping filled the room. The slurping would continue, promising a greedy appetite and sloppy sex. He shuddered when a powerful vacuum engulfed his length. Jacob looked down to eyes peering up at him. Ms. Devons seemed to smile before she closed her eyes. Head bobbing, Jacob lasted exactly a few seconds more before grunting out a finish. Coughing brought him out of the orgasmic bliss. He looked down to see Ms. Devons coughing into her hands. “You okay?” “Yeah,” she said between some coughs. “Just a lot more than I expected.” “The cock or cum?” Jacob asked with a laugh. “Both I suppose,” she said standing up. Lips smacking she looked at him. “That was some thick stuff.” “Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “I want some of it in my…” “Go ahead, say it.” A look passed across her face. He couldn’t tell if it was disgust or conflict. It wouldn’t matter as she smiled quickly. “I need you to put some of that thick spunk in my pussy,” she said with a squeal. He smiled at her and dropped his arms. “Whatever you need.” Ms. Devons moved over to one of the desks stored in the room. She pulled a wooden office chair out. Pants dropped to the floor, filling the room with the musk of wanton lust. A leg hiked up on the chair and a spreading of one ass cheek, which showed dripping lips and a peculiar color of sex to Jacob. Heavy brown looking lips draped down with copious amounts of juices dripping from them. Looking carefully, he could see shimmering strings stretching too, to the panties on the floor below. Not needing anymore of an invitation, Jacob waltzed up to the alter of worship. “Best part of you younger ones is that you recharge fast.” Jacob caught himself asking how many of the older women at the school would know such a thing. She groaned throatily as he slid into her heat. The angle made her tighter, but he didn’t get to savor the feeling of vaginal walls molding to him. Hips began moving before he sank in all the way and it felt more to him as if she took control of the impaling. “I’ve been thinking of this cock all day,” she exclaimed shoving herself back harder. “Good cause the pussy has been on it’s mind all day.” “Can you thrust harder?” The question made him pause for a second. “What did you say?” “Can you thrust harder?” “How dare you slut,” he angrily growled. He grabbed her head, fingers entwining into her hair. “Yes,” she screamed out when he pulled her hair. With a final push back, she froze. There was no movement, and Jacob stayed still. Though he wondered what transpired right then, he dare not interrupt it. While her heat and ass pressed against him, he listened to her breathing. Moments stretched to what seemed like minutes. An eternity could pass at the moment and Jacob wouldn’t know when it would end. Even though he was aware of her heartbeat and his own cock’s insistence, he did not move. Sighing to himself, life seemed to stop completely. Then it changed, the pause button unpressed. “Fuck yes,” Ms. Devons screamed out. Jacob was taken aback by the sudden animation. Flesh shaking, ass cheeks flexing ad they spread with pushing back. A wall stopped his cock from going in further, but he felt the pulsations in her cumming cunt. “I accepted, oh I accepted.” Ms. Devons shoved Jacob away, to which he felt a bit indignant about having his hard cock yet again ripped out of pussy before it came. “What the hell?” he said angrily. Ms. Devons had gone too far to acknowledge him. Like a faucet running, black ichor poured out of her pussy in wet sloppy plops. As with Grace and Aurora, that ichor began growing tendrils of pure lack that snaked like veins up Ms. Devons legs. She fell out of the chair and into the puddle of goo. “Well done,” Grace said, stepping seemingly out of the shadows. In the bit of light there was, Jacob could see a grin on her face as she watched the conversion. “In three days, I will have a sister.” “Yeah,” Jacob said, watching as the womb encompassed the teacher. In seconds, tentacles snaked out for the anchoring and defense. “We are gonna have to lock the room up.” “For her?” Grace said with a laugh. “Any one who wonders in here will be kept alive until she emerges.” “And she will emerge hungry,” he said. “And horny,” she replied. “And speaking of horny, you want to fire that thing off into my ass?” “Tempting, but right now, I just want to go home.” “Oh.” “Let’s get out of her first, the noises of this transformation are almost sickening.” “Its a song of beauty,” Grace said. Jacob couldn’t tell if rebuke or statement wove into the words. With a shrug, he pulled his pants up and fixed himself. “Still, let’s get home.” “You’re denying me a chance to worship?” Grace started into him about the rebuke of sex from earlier. While he understood her insistence on taking care of sex, the timing would be off. None of this mattered to Grace. She wanted more and he denied her. They walked the halls of the school together, not coming across another soul as they did. Jacob would have liked to talk about that, not knowing how late it was. Instead, they walked with her repeating the same plea. Eventually, they passed the office and she told him she needed to get something out of her office. He followed and realized before the door to her office even closed, he would be fucking her. “Now then,” Grace said. Jacob moved quickly and shoved her up against the door. It interrupted whatever thought she planned on presenting. Hard and desperate again for his own release, he lost caring about holding off. “What-?” “You want to be fucked in the ass, well, you got it.” Pulling her dress up, he moved his cock out at the same time, each hand working while he used his weight to hold her. With the tasks done, his cock sprang angrily into the cleft of her ass. “You don’t need any-oh, you know.” Jacob did. The converts would always be ready for any orifice to be used. Somehow he knew this and would never now forget it. “Yes, slide it in deeper.” Jacob did, feeling the ring of her ass a tight barrier that constantly squeezed down his shaft. Like a rolled o-ring up and down a pipe. It didn’t take long for her to loose her composure again. Grace’s alien form sprang into existence before his eyes. Not that it bothered him. By now, pleasure overrode everything else as he rutted to a finish. “Fuck,” Grace called out with a cracking sound punctuating the outcry. He could tell she was cumming, but didn’t stop shoving his cock hard into her. The thrusts feverish pace were met now as Grace threw herself back into him. “You’re taking too long, give me your cum.” The begging picked up there. He didn’t know what had gotten into her, besides his dick, but that begging made him feel powerful. At a whim, he could end the sex by emptying into the bowels of her ass. A whim, that he continued to shove his cock into her. “I will cum when I am good and ready too,” she yelled over her begging. “Now turn your ass over.” Grace may have groaned, but it was on unhearing ears. To Jacob, all she needed to do was obey. Much to his delight, she swiveled herself and after some awkward repositioning, to which his cock never left her ass, they were back to fucking. “Oh this is different,” Jacob said looking into the blue galaxy eyes of Grace. With eyes locked with him, she licked her lips. A thick tongue that rolled over slowly. “I’ll say,” she said her mouth agape now, exposing rows of sharp teeth. He looked down to watch her anus swallow his cock. The orifice stretching out like a volcano being plugged. After each pull out, her pussy squirted a small stream of milky white spray. Almost like a refined mist, and the color evident only by the streams the pooled off his cock. The extra lube made a squishy noise as the muscles clenched onto his cock. Their eyes locked. He wanted to know what she thought. To even feel what her body felt. Everything for him, lay at the shaft of his cock. That is until he felt the powerful throbs of inevitable for him. “Do it,” she said with a hiss. “Fill my ass up with you thick cream.” He groaned. “Come on master, cum in my ass.” “Ah.” “Master, yes,” Grace exclaimed. Powerful legs wrapped around his waist and held him tight against at his final thrust. Jacob doubled over as his balls emptied out with explosive ferocity. Each pump of cum made him heave with a spasm. “Oh that is so delicious.” Jacob looked up to see her licking her lips. A gloss seemed to cover over her eyes. “I can feel its warmth,” she said falling back onto the desk completely. Her tentacles writhed around her on the desk as she relaxed. When her legs fell away, he pulled out of her ass. “Warn a girl.” “Sorry.” Jacob pulled his pants back up and made himself decent. “We need to go.” “Yeah, I know.” Grace was slow to rise up. When she did, he stared at her alien form. “What?” “You need to look human.” “Oh.” Only a second would pass for her to change. “I can’t wait till when I don’t have to revert,” she said looking at him. “It unnerves me that I can’t be in my natural form.” He shrugged before motioning to the door. “I need to get home,” he said. “You don’t need to wait for me.” “I think I do. If you decide to snack on the way home.” She laughed. “If I do, I’ll behave. I do need clothes anyways so I will drop you off. I can’t stay over at your place. It is the weekend.” She winked at him walking by. Jacob already knew that her promise would be broken. Not that he knew about her nightly dealings before she hooked up with him. What he did know is that her sex drive couldn’t have been satiated. They walked down the halls in relative silence. Grace was humming and doing a bit of a skip while they did. He thought the look was great, but remembered that only in reality, that there would never be a settling with her. In fact, as the main conduit to the Goddess with recruitment, many women would be in his future. When they got outside, Grace gave him a kiss and gave him thanks. With an apology, she left him standing in front of the school. Sighing heavily Jacob began the walk home. Nothing happened on the walk home. There wasn’t a constant bully anymore and the sinking sun provided a nice companion. Thoughts of the rest of the night filled his head. A shower definitely had to be first on the list. Or a better idea would be to order food then get a shower. He bet Aurora had eaten everything in the house. When he arrived home, the boxes containing the ordered furniture sat still on the front porch. There were a ton of boxes. Sighing, he realized those needed to be moved in before a shower. Jacob hardly ever felt at home. Not since his mother had passed and his father’s abusive nature began. When he opened the door, the last thing he expected to see home greeting. “Jacob.” His name said on a wind of excitement. An embrace unexpected and coupled with strength. Tentacles hair wrapping around his head before wet lips crushed against his. Hot breath heralded the tongue that intermingled into his mouth. The kiss was long and passionate in its unexpected desperation. “You’ve been having sex,” Aurora said breaking the kiss with a giggle. “I can taste them on you.” “I’m sorry,” Jacob said panicked. “Why?” she asked looking up at him. Her pink eyes seemed to be sparkling. “It isn’t normal in my world for women to be excited about her man having sex with others.” “You were worshiping and recruiting. Any woman should be proud of her man’s devotions.” She let him go. “Are you coming in?” “I need to bring the furniture in and start getting it ready.” “Your dad will be home tomorrow,” she said with a twirl. “I can’t wait to meet him.” The sharp tooth smile she wore on her face was one of utter horror. Her eyes were pools of red and then the look disappeared. “I’m hungry.” “Chinese?” “And you.” “Let me order and I’ll get to work on the furniture.” He knew she was watching him as he moved. An effort on his part to ignore it for now. There would be time later for her, but he needed to get things done. Ordering the Chinese food proved to be challenging as he had to guess what quantities of food to order. The man on the phone seemed to be upset with how much was ordered, but Jacob promised a good tip to the delivery driver. After the call, Jacob started unpacking boxes outside and moving furniture inside. Some had to be built, which he found a perverse sense of pride in himself when he finished book shelves, various benches, new table, and what not. The only break he took was to eat. Aurora ate with him, but said little, her pink eyes locking with his often. Once done, he went right back to work, breaking down boxes, arranging furniture and hung pictures. There wasn’t much in the way for family in the house. Jacob couldn’t even think of where to look even for old family photos when he ordered. Instead of relying on that, he decided to order many different art pieces involving the woods. As the woods had been such an escape for Jacob, it felt right. All on the walls, he had pictures hung. Above the fireplace, he mounted a huge tv. Everything looked great and he fell down with a huge sigh on one of the couches. No sooner had he done that, when Aurora was there. “I thought you would never be done,” she said sitting in the ottoman in front of him. He had his head back and made no effort to look at her. “It was a lot,” he said. “Watching you work was something.” His head rolled up from the back of the couch. She was wearing some of the clothes he bought in her human form. “I’m really not sure what that means.” “It mean’s you deserve some attention.” Aurora stood up in front of him. “I learned a lot on your computer today. I thought I’d give you a treat.” Jacob remained silent. Not that he needed to say anything. She blew a kiss at him. “Hope your ready.” A smile broke across his face. She smiled back and than began to dance. There where twirls, leg kicks and hands that moved across the body. Each movement meant to bring out desire. Once clothes began moving and exposing skin, Jacob realized what the dance was for. His cock strained almost immediately watching Aurora. Her fluid movements in dance a choreographed master piece. Before long, skin became even more bare as clothes were discarded. Eroticism at its finest, Jacob found his mouth agape as her pants fell. The masturbation began in earnest at that point. Jacob didn’t even see at first as hands moved. What clued him in was the shimmering of liquid across her body coupled with the sweet smell of her salty sex. The moans she emitted eventually were drowned out by the sound of her wet sex being played with. “Jacob,” she moaned squeezing her breasts with a throaty moan. “Jacob, watching you was so infuriatingly hard to keep myself from you.” Jacob had leaned forward towards her in not only intrigue, but to touch. Reaching out, her warm body folding into his arms and he hugged her, hands on her butt and face buried into her stomach. Heart beats heard, he found a bit of comfort resting against her. “I can’t do it anymore,” she said with a frustrated growl. Jacob found himself on his back, pants ripped off and Aurora straddling him. The heat of her sex radiated out with a dripping insistence. There also was a sound of her still masturbating with the coupling of moans. “I hope you are ready Jacob,” she said, her voice flat. Aurora stood up, and lowered herself downwards to his erect penis. They locked eyes, her’s a furiously dark pink. “Watch.” He looked down at the plump pussy lips, fat and engorged. Then pink tentacles snaked slowly out. “Watch as they engulf your cock,” she said. He could see the shudder of her body as the warm prehensile appendages wrapped around his cock. “Each one of those is more sensitive than any human woman’s clitoris.” As if to emphasis, he watched as a milky white fluid dripped copiously from her sex. It may have grossed out anyone else, but jacob knew it was a sign that Aurora was orgasming. He had been coated head to toe before in her juices. By now, it had become a bit of a ceremony to get his cock coated in her before they actually copulated. “And let me tell you Jacob,” she said sinking down his shaft fully. “This amount of pleasure would be enough to drive any mortal mad.” Jacob grabbed her ankles, knowing the next bit would be rough. Unlike the other women who allowed Jacob to have his way with them for the most part, Aurora often over the past week had essentially been in control. “You’re so deep in me,” she exclaimed with a moan. And he felt like he was. Jacob at one point, wanted to take the chance to study her anatomy. No doubt, that would involve him having to ask or forcing it. Aurora didn’t seem to want to take things slow. “Don’t hold back Jacob,” she demanded as fingers dug into his chest. Aurora grated even more, leaning back so he had to look up at her heaving chest. She had lost control of her form, and her breasts size had begun increasing. Not that it would matter. Any size would be perky and Aurora liked hers to be melons. The next thing that changed with Aurora was her hair which combined and twirled into lengthy tentacles. Her nipples, around the areoles, sprouted tendrils too, which he knew to be overly sensitive. “I’m gonna cum again,” she cried out, going rigid. The spray of milky cum up his body. The explosion of female cum wasn’t gross at all to Jacob. In actuality, he reveled in any woman’s orgasm. For this one, he stuck his tongue out and enjoyed the sweet taste of it. She of course, was shaking with massive spasm as each powerful vaginal contraction happened. The uncontrolled contractions of her cunt forced Jacob over his own edge. “Ah yes, fill me,” Aurora screamed, her voice going into a high pitch. When she finished, she collapsed backward, popping his cock out of her. It sprang up, bringing it with it, a mix of cum. “That was wonderful.” “Yeah,” Jacob agreed listening to her labored breathing. He looked down at her spread legs to see her pussy splayed open. There weren’t any tentacles anymore. Fat lips splayed apart where the nub of a huge clit sat and the dark hole of her pleasures. “Like what you see?” “I want to see more.” She laughed. “You will, but for now, I have to get this body satisfied.” “What do you mean by that?” Jacob asked worried the sex for her wasn’t wholesome. “What I mean is that I constantly crave sex and right now I struggle with control.” That made him think of Grace from earlier. “What did you do today?” “Do you mean who?” “Yeah.” Jacob felt as if she was about to answer, but then a pounding on the door interrupted their conversation. “Who could that be?” Jacob scrambling up. He quickly moved to find something to wear. Having to run up stairs to change quickly. Two more times the pounding on the door had happened. “Hold on,” Jacob said almost angrily on the forth pound. He opened the door to see the blonde cop from earlier in the week. “Can I help you officer,” he said trying to be cordial and sweet to her. “Yeah, just checking in on you,” she said. A radio crackled on her hip. She didn’t pay any attention with it. “I returned the cart,” he said to her, not understanding one bit, why he felt like the spot light was on him. This woman had an aura of power about her. “I bet,” she laughed. “You seem to have been busy.” “Yeah,” he said, leaning back a bit as she looked into the house. He didn’t think there was anything for him to worry about with a cop. Granted, he did know she was scoping the place out. “Jacob, who is it?” “It’s the police Aurora.” That was a cue for Aurora, who arose from the couch with a long stretch. A white tank top did little to hide her body, which she wore as a stacked nubile woman. “Everything okay?” Jacob knew what the effort on Aurora’s part was for. A seduction done to get another convert. Not that he minded. The cop’s looks were great and she did seem to have a personality that would allow for good expansion of the cult. “Yeah, Officer?” “It’s Officer Hadley. Meredith Hadley,” she replied. “And yes, everything is okay.” “Is she thirsty?” Aurora’s question took him aback. The look on the officer’s face was hard. Maybe she was concerned, but then she responded. “Yes, can I have a glass of water?” Jacob stepped aside and Meredith came in.

I remember the first time I noticed her. She was walking along the side of the road I take to come home from work every day. There was a lot of traffic, too much to allow me to take more than a glance, so all that registered on me was: female, roughly my age, jeans, t-shirt, walking the same direction I was going, and not looking like she was going to jump out in front of my car. I didn't see her face. The next day, it was the same thing. Different t-shirt, but wearing blue jeans and sneakers, walking in the same direction I was going. Still no sight of her face. I saw her every day that week on my way home. I started to expect her, and I finally saw a glimpse of her face in my passenger's side mirror one day as I drove past her. She seemed attractive, but I didn't get a good look. For the next several weeks it was the same. I began to look forward to seeing her. I don't know what it was, really. I'm the kind of person who likes routine in his life, and seeing her became part of my routine. We didn't speak, didn't wave, didn't even make eye contact, but I came to want to see her. She became a kind of milepost on my drive home, since I always passed her at roughly the same place. As summer moved into autumn, her attire changed. She began to wear sweaters or jackets to accommodate the weather, but she always wore a pair of jeans. She never carried a purse or backpack, which made me start to wonder where she was going, or where she had come from. It seemed to me that she would carry something if she was on her way to or from work or shopping, but she never seemed to have anything that couldn't be carried in her pockets. Sometimes, when it was raining, she would be wearing a poncho or hoodie. I felt sorry for her then, and a couple of times I considered stopping to offer her a ride, but there was always a lot of traffic, and besides, that seemed a little forward. After all, it wasn't like I knew her, and she never turned to face traffic in an attempt to hitch a ride, so I always drove past. Late in the fall, a crew began making repairs to the pavement and the gutters along the stretch of road where I always saw her, in preparation for winter. This slowed traffic considerably, and every day, I saw her as I crawled through the construction delays. One day, she walked past my car three different times in the stop-and-go traffic. The last time I saw her that day, she turned and smiled at me. That started a different phase in our “relationship,” if you could call it that. As I drove past her, I began to slow down so I could get a longer look at her. It seemed as though she was expecting me to pass her at that usual spot on the road, and she seemed to be looking over her shoulder as she walked, almost as though she wanted to see me. If she happened to glance my way at the right time, she would smile at me as I passed. Winter was closing in. She traded in her sneakers for heavier shoes, and began wearing a warmer-looking jacket. Sometimes she wore a knit cap pulled down over her ears to ward off the cold. I always knew it was her, though. I knew every nuance of her walk, the length of her stride, the motion of her hips, the way she carried herself. I was finding myself attracted to my “walking girl,” as I came to call her. I don't know exactly why. She was physically attractive, to my eye, but then, a number of women are. I work with some really good-looking women, and I have a few pretty female friends, but none of them piqued my interest like this woman who walked along the road every day on my way home. I guess that's why I finally decided to wave to her. I remember that it was on a Friday, the last day of my work week. I knew I wouldn't see her over the weekend, and something made me decide to wave that evening. It was almost dark on my evening drives now, but my headlights still made it easy to see her. She was walking in her usual spot, glancing over her shoulder from time to time, and she saw me. I slowed down and waved, and she smiled and gave me a little wave back. As I drove past, we made eye contact through my car window, and her smile seemed warm and genuine. She looked happy to see me, and she was still smiling when I saw her in my mirror. Where I live, the winters are very unpredictable. One day, it can be sunny and cool, but still very pleasant if you're dressed for the weather. The next day, we'll have sleet and freezing rain. Still other days, it will be blustery and bitterly cold. Other times, we'll get snow. Lots of it. The kind of snowstorms that bring everything to a halt, so that schools and businesses are closed. It was like that one Friday in January. The weather forecast had called for flurries, but it had been snowing steadily all day. At first, the road crews were keeping up with it, plowing and salting, and generally keeping things moving. In the mid-afternoon, however, the storm picked up with a vengeance. A lot of my co-workers left early, although I stayed until my usual quitting time. I knew my vehicle could handle deep snow, and I expected traffic to be light. Things were worse outside than I had expected. Snow was falling heavily, and with the wind, we were experiencing near white-out conditions. There were a lot of drifts, and the snowplows were nowhere in sight. Had they given up? I knew it was possible. Sometimes, it seems as though they just stop and wait for the storm to pass. My car radio blasted alerts about the road conditions, saying that we were under a blizzard advisory, and that all unnecessary travel was to be curtailed. I actually made decent time on my way home. Because the roads were terrible and visibility was poor, there were hardly any other vehicles moving. I was able to grind along at a decent pace. I glanced at the dashboard clock when I got to the area where my “walking girl” should be. Surely, she wouldn't be out in this weather. At least, I hoped she wouldn't be. I almost didn't see her. She was standing along the road, not walking. She had her back to the wind, and was hugging herself against the cold. The snow was deeper than her boots, her jeans looked soaked, there was snow piled on the shoulders of her winter jacket, and the hair hanging from beneath her cap was caked with ice. There were no other cars on the road. I stopped and rolled down the window. “Get in,” I said. “I can't. I don't know you,” she replied. “I don't know you either, but you can't walk in this. You'll freeze to death,” I said. “I'll be okay.” “Please, just get in the car. I'll take you wherever you're going. I'm not going to harm you or get weird on you, and it's not safe for you to be out in this. You'll get hypothermia or frostbite or something.” “I am pretty cold. I thought I was dressed warmly enough, but I guess I'm not.” “So, get in the car.” When she opened the door, my interior lights showed me how cold she really was. Her face was red from the cold, but her lips were blue and her teeth were chattering. “I'll turn the heater on high. Put your seatbelt on.” She pulled the belt across her, but fumbled with the catch. “I'm shivering so hard, I can't latch the belt,” she said. I helped her, and then started to drive. “Where are you going?” “There's a hill up ahead. At the top of the hill, turn right.” “You'll have to point it out to me,” I said, straining to see through snow that was almost over-powering my wipers. At this point, staying centered between the utility poles was the only way I could be sure I was even on the road. We were approaching the place where I would turn left off the main road to get to my place. Just beyond the intersection was the hill, which was blocked by stuck cars. “I don't think we can make it through there,” I said. “Huh?” she muttered. “The road's blocked,” I said. “I can't take you home this way.” “That's okay. I'll walk from here.” “How much farther is it?” “I don't know. Maybe a mile and a half,” she said softly. “You'll never make it. You'll freeze to death. Look at you. You're soaked, your lips are blue, and you can't stop shivering.” “Where am I?” she asked. Why wouldn't she know where she was if this was the way to her home? She seemed pretty sluggish, maybe even confused. “You're coming to my place. You'll warm up there and wait for the worst of the storm to pass.” “I can't do that. I have to walk home.” “No arguments. I'm serious. It's too dangerous for you out there.” I turned into my road. From here, it was a straight, slightly downhill run. I was pretty sure we could make it to my place, but I knew that when I stopped the car, I would have a hell of a time getting it moving again. The drifts were so deep in my driveway that it was hard to open my car door. She stayed belted in her seat, so I went around to help her. She was almost too weak to stand, and I had to help her into the house. When I tried to turn on the light, nothing happened. Great. A power outage. This was going to be a problem in an all-electric house. “We have to get you warmed up,” I said. “No, I'm okay,” she mumbled. “I'm just so tired. I can't keep my eyes open. I need to sleep.” “You have to warm up first. Grogginess is a sign of hypothermia,” I said. She was hard to understand, but I think she said, “I'm so cold. I don't think I'll ever feel warm again.” I helped her to a kitchen chair and got out some candles. I lit one and put it on the table, and took the rest into the living room and lit them. At least we had a little light, but it was already getting chilly in the house. When I went back into the kitchen, I found her with her head on her arms on the table, sound asleep. Now I was worried. I half dragged and half carried her into the living room and put her in an arm chair that I pushed in front of the fireplace. I gently shook her shoulder, but there was no response. I took her one hand in mine and squeezed it. It was cold and lifeless. I shook her again, harder, and she stirred and mumbled. “Wake up. Come on, open those eyes. You have to stay awake for awhile until you warm up. I'm going to build a fire in the fireplace.” I busied myself preparing a fire, stopping every few seconds to shake her, squeeze her hand, and talk to her. Eventually, I had a roaring fire going. Now I turned my full attention to my guest. I knew the fire would help to warm her up, but I wondered how long it would take. Was the fire enough? How bad was her hypothermia? I pushed her sleeve up and took her pulse. It was slow, much slower than it should be, even for someone who is sleeping. I also realized that she was only breathing about half as fast as the normal rate. I took her shockingly cold face in my hands and spoke loudly to her. “Wake up!” She muttered something, but I couldn't understand it. When I let go of her head, it flopped back into the chair, and she started snoring. I shouted at her, and she said something I couldn't understand. “What? What did you say?” I yelled at her. She mumbled something again, but it sounded like gibberish. What was I going to do? I had to get her out of this stupor. I was afraid she was in shock. I grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks. “Talk to me!” This time, I understood her. “I'm too tired to go to school today, Mommy.” I had to do something. Now. Then it hit me. She was soaked from head to foot. Even with the fire blazing behind the screen only a few feet away, I could still see some snow in the tops of her boots. She was never going to warm up in those wet clothes. I went to my linen closet and grabbed a couple of blankets. When I returned to her, she was snoring again, slowly. I pulled her upright and worked her soggy coat off of her. I threw it and her cap on the floor behind her, and then set her back down so I could pull off her boots. Icy water poured from them onto the floor. I yanked her socks off and tossed them on the pile with her coat and hat. Her feet were a very unhealthy shade of light blue-gray. I gently took them in my hands and examined the skin. Nothing looked frostbitten, but what did I know? The only thing I was certain of was that this woman needed warmth. Melting snow was dripping from her head. Even where her cap had covered it, her hair was wet. I took a towel from the bathroom and made a sloppy turban for her. Then I took a good look at her. She was wearing a sweatshirt and her ever-present blue jeans, and both were completely soaked. Well, this could get me arrested, but what the hell? Those wet clothes had to go. I pulled the towel off her head and spread it on the hearth to dry. I took her face in my hands again and squeezed her cheeks. This time, she opened her eyes, but I could see her pupils were dilated. Her eyes were pointed at me, but she didn't look like she was seeing anything. I said, “Your clothes are soaked. You are wet through and through. We have to get those wet clothes off you so you can warm up. I'm going to help you get undressed and wrapped in some blankets.” There was no response. I hadn't really expected one, but I felt better having told her that a complete stranger was going to strip her. Taking off her soggy sweatshirt wasn't too hard. I struggled a bit getting it over her head, and she did nothing to help. I tossed the shirt on the pile with her other clothes and rewound the warm towel around her head. The blue jeans were a different matter. She was dead weight, and the wet denim clung to her skin. By now I was getting pretty warm from the fire. I felt her arm. It was still cold. Her legs were no better. Even her belly, which probably had been best protected from the weather, was cold and clammy to the touch. I got more towels and started to gently dry her skin. Her undergarments were soaked, too. I patted the moisture from them as well as I could. I draped her wet outer clothes over a drying rack I got from my laundry room and placed them a safe distance from the fire. Then I put her boots near the hearth. The chair on which she sat was wet from the snow that had melted off her clothes, so I picked her up and put her on the couch. I considered leaving her there, but she was too far from the fire, which was the only heat source in the house. Besides, I didn't want her to get too comfortable. I wanted her to wake up. I pulled an old wooden saloon chair into place in front of the hearth and draped a blanket over it. Then, I moved her limp body to the chair and wrapped the blanket around her and covered her with another blanket. I sat on the couch to figure out what I should do next. After a few minutes, I checked on her. She was still unresponsive. Her feet, which were closest to the fire, had started to regain some color, but they were still too cold for my liking. I unwrapped the blankets to feel her skin. It didn't feel any warmer than it had before I wrapped her up. Her pulse and breathing were still very slow. This wasn't working. If only I had electricity! I could take the electric blanket from my bed, wrap her in it, and crank up the juice. The blankets she had would hold in the body heat of a healthy person, but my “walking girl” wasn't generating enough heat on her own. She certainly wasn't getting any colder, but I knew I had to do something more aggressive to warm her up. If only I could apply heat directly to her body without worrying about burning her. That's it! Apply heat! Warm compresses might do the trick. I reasoned that heat applied to the pressure points in the body, around the neck, under the arms, and in the groin could help. But I had no electricity, which meant no hot water. Or did it? A few months ago, I had installed a new water heater. My old one had given up, and I hated having to stagger dish washing, clothes washing, and my shower. I wanted to have the freedom to do more than one of those things at a time, if I chose, so I went for a big heater, larger than the plumber said I needed. How much hot water did it hold? I turned on the faucet in the tub. Almost immediately, a strong flow of hot water poured out. I turned the water off again. Could there be enough to fill a tub for her? If there was, it would probably be the best way to warm her up. It was worth a try. Returning to the living room to check on her, I saw that the fire was starting to die down. I stirred it and added more wood, and then examined my guest again. She still would not answer me when I talked to her, and her limbs were still limp. She seemed to be breathing a little more normally, and her pulse was a few beats faster than it had been, but the thawing-out process was taking too long. The bath was my best bet. Now I had to see how much hot water I really had. I put the stopper in the drain and turned on the water. I adjusted it to make it warm, a little warmer than my body temperature, but not hot. When it was almost half full, I turned the water off and gathered all the dry towels I had. I was going to soak her and thaw her, then allow her to dry herself and put her to bed. I prayed that, when this was all over, she would understand why I had taken such liberties with her. I got some of the candles from the living room and put them on the vanity so we would have some light. Back in the living room, I spoke loudly to her again. “Can you hear me?” When there was no response, I held her face in my hands again and squeezed her cheeks to try to get a reaction from her. “You're not warming up fast enough under these blankets, so I'm going to unwrap you and help you to the bathroom. You're going to soak a while in some nice warm water. Maybe that will get you going. Okay?” Again, I realized that she probably hadn't heard me, but I hoped that, somehow, she was registering this information so she wouldn't be quite as upset at waking up half-naked in a stranger's bathtub. Then I removed her blankets and carried her into the bathroom. I removed the towel I had wrapped around her head and rolled it into a sort of pillow to support her head above the surface of the water. She was still as limp as a rag doll when I put her in the tub. It didn't take long for her to slide off the towel so that her face started to go into the water. Quickly, I reached in and cradled her head so she wouldn't get water in her mouth and nose. I repositioned the makeshift pillow several times, but the same thing kept happening. When I moved her body so that her feet were pressed against the front wall of the tub, her knees bent and separated, allowing her to start to submerge again. Shit! This wasn't working at all. It wouldn't do much good to warm her up if I was going to drown her in the process. I couldn't think of anything I had around the house that I could use to prop her up. Finally, I decided that the only thing I could do was kneel there and hold her. This created an awkward situation. Throughout this ordeal, I had touched her face, her hair, her hands, even her bare abdomen. I had rubbed her feet, inspected her eyes, taken her pulse, and watched her breathe. I had undressed her down to her lacy bra and panties. I guess my concern for her in this crisis had suppressed my male response to her as a woman. Now I was kneeling, bent over her, holding her head in my hand, and looking at her body, dressed only in undergarments that had become nearly transparent in the water. I really tried to concentrate on her face, telling myself I needed to keep my eyes there to check her breathing and her level of consciousness. I remembered her warm smile that I had seen so many times as I drove past her. That led me to my memories of watching her ass move as she walked, the way she carried the body that now lay, practically naked, just inches from my face. Her perfect areolas and erect nipples were plainly visible through the flimsy fabric of her bra, and the symmetry and beauty of her feminine mound were openly displayed. It was getting colder in the house. The wind was whistling outside, and I swore I could almost hear the heat getting sucked out of the air. A few times, I added some precious hot water to keep her body warm. Periodically, I lifted her arm and held it out of the water, trying to gauge the warmth of her flesh. At first, I ignored the cramping in my back. I was holding a human life in my hands. I had no right to worry about my own discomfort. Then the fatigue in the arm I was using to support her head became more and more disturbing. I was losing control, and a few times I almost allowed her face to slip beneath the water. The only thing I could think of to keep her from drowning was to use my whole body to support her. In other words, I had to get in the tub with her and hold her head in my lap. It was awkward to do, but eventually I managed to get my shoes, socks, shirt and pants off, working with one hand and holding her head with the other. I lifted her into a sitting position, and climbed in behind her. I tried sitting cross-legged and resting her head on my lower legs, but I quickly found that my legs would cramp in that position, and too much of her torso was out of the water in the chilly air. Finally, I stretched my legs out on either side of her and cradled her head on my groin. I was still wearing my boxer shorts, so I didn't think this was too much more inappropriate than what I had already done. I relaxed against the end of the tub, and let my head rest against the wall of the tub enclosure. In this position, I was reasonably comfortable, and I could easily support her head. There was a problem, though. Her head was resting on my cock, which was starting to respond to my view of her body. It struck me that she was my ideal body-type. She was lovely, and my manhood had already appreciated what my conscious mind was only now processing. Several times, I sat her up so I could lean forward and drain some of the cooling water out of the tub and add some more hot water. Each time, the water from the faucet wasn't as hot, which worried me. The other problem was that each time I laid her head back down in my lap, my cock was harder. I'm not sure how long we were in the tub. It seemed like forever. Her breathing had slowly recovered, and her pulse finally seemed to be about the rate I would expect from someone in a deep sleep, rather than someone who was dying. Her skin color was better too. Eventually, she began to move the muscles of her face. At first, it was just a twitch. Then I could detect a little movement of her head. She moved her hands a little, and then she opened her eyes. She was looking at the front wall of the tub, and got a very confused expression on her face. “You're awake,” I said. “What? Where am I? What's going on?” she muttered in a groggy voice. “Look up,” I said as I leaned over her. “Do you recognize me? I'm the guy who drives past you every evening when you're walking. Do you remember the snowstorm?” “I was so cold. I'm still cold. Wait a minute! Why am I in the bathtub with you? Where are my clothes? Where are YOUR clothes?” She sounded a little panicked. “Calm down. Nothing happened. I tried to give you a ride home, but the road was blocked, so I brought you home with me. The roads are completely drifted shut, the power is out, and you lost consciousness from hypothermia. I tried everything to warm you up, but I had to get you out of your frozen clothes. I put you in a chair in front of the fireplace and wrapped you in blankets, but you just weren't warming up, so I ran a hot bath and put you in it.” “Why are you in here with me?” she asked. “You were out cold, no pun intended, and I couldn't figure out how to support your head so you wouldn't drown. The only thing I could think of was to get in here with you and cradle your head in my lap.” “Oh. So I passed out?” “Yes. You were suffering from exposure and hypothermia.” “I've heard of people doing that . That's when they freeze to death,” she said. “That's what I was afraid was going to happen to you.” “You saved my life.” “Do you feel like you can sit up? I'll help you.” I lifted her into a sitting position. “You saved my life. I could have died out there. I don't really remember getting in your car. I just remember being colder than I've ever been before. I was so tired. I think I was looking for a place to lie down and rest.” “I'm glad you didn't find one. I don't want to think about what would have happened if I hadn't seen you,” I said. “I knew I shouldn't lie down, but I couldn't move any more.” “You were pretty out of it. Why in God's name were you trying to walk in that weather?” She looked a little embarrassed. “I had to get home.” “Should you call home to let your family know you're all right?” “I live alone. There's no one to call.” “Well, then, I'm going to get out of the tub and get us some towels. Will you be okay if I let you alone for a moment?” “I'm fine, I think. I'm just so weak and cold.” “I know. Stay in the water until I get you some towels and something to wear.” “Where are my clothes?” she asked. “I hung them near the fire in the living room. They were dripping wet. I doubt they'll be dry enough to wear before morning.” “What am I going to do?” “You're going to sleep here by the fire. It's the only heat source I have right now. You can't go home. We're snowed in. The roads are impassable, and the wind is still blowing outside. I'll heat some water in the fireplace for instant coffee, if you can stand it.” “That sounds great.” For the first time that day, she smiled at me. When I got out of the tub, the cold air was more than enough to tame my erection. “Are you sure you're awake? Will you be okay in here alone for a couple minutes?” I asked. “I don't feel normal, if that's what you're asking, but I'm not sleepy any more.” “Okay. I'm going to dry off and get dressed. Here are a couple of towels. I'll bring you something to wear. Stay in the water until I get back. It's a lot warmer than the air in here.” “Thank you.” I didn't think to knock when I returned to the bathroom with a a sweatshirt, sweatpants and some fleece socks. I didn't expect to see her standing there, wrapping a towel around herself. She had removed her wet underwear, and I got a quick but clear look at her bare breasts and pussy mound. “Oh! I didn't expect you back so soon.” “I'm so sorry. I should have knocked,” I said. “Don't be silly. It's your house. Besides, while I was passed out you could have done anything you wanted to me.” “I didn't.” “I didn't think you did. But you could have. You could have decided that I owed you that for saving my life. I appreciate the fact that you were a gentleman,” she said. “I'm going out to add wood to the fire and work on our sleeping arrangements. When you're done in here, would you bring the candles with you?” “Sure, she nodded.” In a few minutes, she joined me in the living room. The fire had burned down to just a bed of coals, so I added a lot of wood to get it roaring again. “I look ridiculous,” she said. She started to laugh. The sound was wonderful. “Why do you say that? I think you look great.” “With my stringy, wet hair, wearing a man's sweatsuit that I could probably squeeze two of me into and fleece socks that must be three sizes too big. Yeah, a real vision of loveliness.” “Come sit in front of the fire and wrap up in that blanket. Are you warm enough?” “Compared to how I felt out on the road, I'm downright toasty. In reality, though, I'm still pretty cold. That fire and a blanket will feel really good.” “I wish I could get it warmer in here,” I said. “Especially for you. You've warmed up a lot, but I'm still worried that your core temperature isn't up to normal. We're both going to have to sleep out here. It's freezing in the bedroom.” “We can't sleep on the hardwood floor. It's a cold surface, and the cold air in a room falls to the floor, which will make us even colder.” “You can sleep on the couch,” I offered. “Where would you sleep?” “In the armchair.” “That doesn't look very comfortable for sleeping,” she said as she walked toward it. “Oh, you can't sleep on this. It's soaking wet.” “Oh yeah, that's where I put you when I first brought you in here in your snowy clothes. You're right, I can't use that. I'll use the saloon chair.” “That thing's as hard as a rock. You can't sleep on that.” “I'll be okay,” I said. “Nonsense. It's a big couch. We can share. Besides, that way we can both wrap up in all the blankets. We can share body heat and have plenty of insulation at the same time.” “Are you sure you're okay with that?” I asked. “We were just in the tub together in our underwear. I don't think I'll have a problem with this,” she chuckled. I pushed the other chairs out of the way and dragged the sofa across the floor to put it closer to the fire. “How about that coffee?” I asked. “I can hardly wait.” “It's decaf instant. I don't have any cream or sugar.” “At this point, I'm not choosy.” “I could add some brandy.” “Oh, would you? That sounds delicious!” she gushed. By the time I had made our mugs of spiked coffee, she had arranged herself on the couch, bundled in two blankets. There were two more for me to use. I handed her both mugs and wrapped myself in my own blanket cocoon. When I was settled, she handed me my coffee. “A toast?” she asked. “Sure. To summer. Let us never complain about the heat and humidity again.” Her laugh was a beautiful sound. “I'll drink to that!” We sipped our steaming mugs in silence for a while. “I'd like to propose another toast,” she said. “To what?” She smiled, “I'd like to drink to the man who saved my life tonight. I don't know how I'll ever repay you.” “I don't expect you to. Seeing you thawed out and smiling is all the payment I need.” We finished our coffee. “I hate to leave this nice warm fire, but I think I'd better use the bathroom before we go to sleep. Are you ready to bed down for the night?” “It's more like bedding down for the morning, but yes, I'm ready.” “Let's straighten out all four blankets and tuck them between the seat cushions and the back of the couch. You can work on getting it warm under there while I'm gone.” I lay on my side, pushed myself against the back of the couch, and re-arranged the blankets so she could crawl under them. In a moment she returned and lay down in front of me, facing the fire so we were spooning. “God, it's cold out there. Will you hold me? I need your warmth.” She snuggled back against me. I was very aware of the feel of her buttocks separated from my penis by only two layers of sweatsuit fabric. She pulled my arm around her, so that I was holding her body just below her breasts, and put her arm on top of mine, holding us in place. Her damp hair was in my face, but I didn't mind. It felt good to hold her. I just hoped she would fall asleep before I became fully erect. The next thing I knew, I felt a hand caressing my face. “Are you awake?” she whispered. I opened my eyes. Bright sunshine was streaming through the windows. “I wonder what time it is,” I said. “Your mantle clock says it's just past ten. It stopped snowing and blowing, but we're definitely snowed in. I got up to go to the bathroom and looked outside. I can barely see the roof of your car in the driveway. I've never seen such drifts,” she said. “I guess we should get up and try to figure out what we're going to do today. We also need to eat.” She rolled over to face me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. “I snooped around in your kitchen. You have an electric stove, so I can't make you a hot breakfast,” she said. “I didn't open the refrigerator because I didn't want to let any more cold air out, but your pantry has what I need to make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich. ” “My favorite,” I laughed. Her face grew serious. “Thank you for last night.” “Don't mention it. I only did what was right,” I said. “I guess, but you did it for me. You rescued me, you kept me safe, and you held me close all night. That means a lot to me.” She stroked my stubbly cheek.. Her soft hand finally felt warm against me. She smiled at me for a few seconds, and then she kissed me. It was a soft kiss, more than a peck, but it was too brief for me to understand where she intended to go from there. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't sure she meant to lead me on, so I didn't kiss her back. She pulled back slowly, smiled again, blushed, and lowered her eyes. “I'll go make those sandwiches now,” she whispered. She unwrapped us from the blankets, and the cold air hit us immediately. “Brrrrrr!” I said. “It's really gotten cold in here. I'd better get this fire going again.” “Why is it so cold in here?” she asked. “Isn't your furnace working?” “Electric heat,” I said. “Pretty much useless when the power is out.” “Fold those warm blankets over to keep the heat inside,” she suggested. “We can wrap up in them again while we eat.” It didn't take long to have the fire burning brightly again, and soon we were giggling like a pair of kids, cocooned in our blankets, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in front of the fire. “I wonder when they'll get the electricity back on,” I said. “How much firewood do you have? It's going to get awfully cold in here if the fire goes out,” she said, sounding a little worried. “I just got a cord of seasoned hardwood a few weeks ago, so that's not a problem. I'll bring some in after our feast. I probably should start clearing the driveway, too, so that we can get out of here after the snowplows come through.” “I'll help you,” she said. “No way. Your clothes probably aren't completely dry, and besides, I'm not letting you get cold again. It's bad enough for you in here. I'm not letting you expose yourself to the cold weather outside. There's a bookcase over there. You curl up under the blankets with a book. That's an order!” “Oh, the domineering 'me Tarzan, you Jane' type, huh? That's sweet. Thank you. But you shouldn't let yourself get too cold either. I don't want to have to try to thaw you out.” The memory of the two of us, in our underwear in the tub, flashed through my mind. I remembered how good she looked in her transparent bra and panties and how hard I got with her head in my lap. It took most of the afternoon for me to dig my car out of the drifts and to shovel the driveway. By the time I went inside, it was getting dark. When I got into the living room, I found her kneeling on the hearth, stirring something in a pot. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “Yeah, as a matter of fact. What's that?” “I found some cans of stew in your pantry. It's not exactly gourmet cooking, but it's the best I can do,” she said. “I'm sure it will be wonderful. This is definitely a hot stew kind of day.” “Any sign of a snowplow?” “I thought I could hear some equipment out on the main road when I was outside, but nothing has come down this road. It's going to take a while, I imagine. We had a hell of a lot of snow.” “Don't I remember that the forecast called for flurries?” she asked. “Yeah, but they didn't mention that we'd have over two feet of them with gale-force winds,” I chuckled. “Well, it's a weekend. You don't have to be at work until Monday, do you?” “No. You?” “No. You know, this could be a fun adventure if we had electricity,” she said. “I'd really like to be able to wash up a bit.” “I have an idea. We could heat some water in the fireplace and then pour it in the bathroom sink for sponge baths,” I suggested. “That would be very nice.” We finished our meal, and I then placed a large pot of water near the fire to heat. “You can wash up first,” I said. I'll find you a fresh set of sweatclothes to wear for bed.” I knocked on the bathroom door to give her the clothes I had found for her. “It's okay, come in,” she said. I opened the door, and saw her, wrapped in a towel that barely covered her. Her hard nipples were visible poking against the terrycloth, even in the light of the single candle she had taken into the bathroom. “It's really starting to get cold in this house,” she said. “I can hardly wait to put on some clothes and get back to the fire.” She turned her back to me and dropped her towel. As she bent to put on the sweatpants, I studied the curve of her ass, and realized I could see her pussy lips peeking from the space between her legs. When she put her shirt on, I got a glimpse of her tits in the mirror. She seemed more beautiful to me with every minute we spent together. When she turned to face me, it was obvious that she saw the bulge forming in my own sweatpants. “I'll go heat some more water,” I said, hurrying out of the bathroom. I stirred the fire, added more wood, and contemplated my situation. I was snowbound in my house with a woman I didn't know, and I had just seen her naked. Last night, I had stripped her to her underwear and held her body against me in the bathtub, ogling her breasts and pussy through her wet bra and panties. I had gotten an erection from holding her unconscious head in my lap. I had then gotten a brief flash of her from the front, fully naked, when she was drying herself. We had spent the night cuddled together on my couch, my hard cock pushing against her ass. In the morning, she had kissed me, making my manhood stir again, and causing me to wonder how far I could take things with her. Moments ago, I had drooled over her ass and boobs as I watched her dress, and she had seen my cock stirring in my pants. Soon we were going to be snuggled against each other on the sofa again. When I got hard again, which I knew I would, what would she think of me? “The bathroom's free,” she said happily, as she arranged the blankets on the couch. “I'll start warming up our bed.” I got some clothes for myself, and took the pot of water into the bathroom. I was busy washing my cock and balls, and, I admit, playing with myself a bit, when the light over the vanity came on. The power had been restored! She burst through the bathroom door. “The lights are on.... Oh my!” She was looking at my erection, her eyes wide. “Um, wow! Sorry, I'll let you have some privacy.” Her face was as red as mine as she quickly left the bathroom and closed the door. Great. Now she thinks I'm a pervert. Maybe I am. I finished my sponge bath and dressed. My embarrassment had caused my hard-on to shrink. When I came out of the bathroom, I found her in the kitchen. “How about some real, freshly brewed coffee with some of that brandy tonight?” she said. “I opened your refrigerator and took inventory. I don't know that I'd trust the milk and eggs, but everything else in there should be okay. It stayed pretty cool in there.” “I think my fridge has better insulation than this house,” I said. “It's going to take a while for the heating system to warm this place up.” “Well, I guess we'll just have to bundle up on the couch again,” she said with a little smile. “That wasn't too bad.” “You don't have to sleep on the couch tonight” I said. “I have an electric blanket on my bed. You can be nice and toasty in there.” “Where will you sleep?” she asked. “On the couch. Lord knows, we have plenty of blankets.” “It's pretty early to go to bed, don't you think?” she asked. “I guess so. Maybe we should turn on the TV. I wonder how badly the storm crippled this area.” “Let's find out. Maybe there will be something on about how they're doing with clearing the smaller roads like this one,” she said. We took our mugs of coffee and brandy into the living room and turned the couch so we could see the TV. We bundled up together again, and sat back to watch. There was no signal from the cable TV. It apparently had been knocked out by the storm. I said, “Do you want to watch a movie?” She got up to rummage through my movie collection. “Hmmm. Action, adventure, sci-fi, typical guy stuff. Oh, my, that one looks a little racy. My, my, you have a bit of porn here, don't you? Hmmm. Oh, can we watch a romance? Please?” she said, holding up a DVD case. “Whatever you like,” I said. I settled back on the couch and let out a little groan. “Oh, my back is telling me how much snow I shoveled today.” She gave me a concerned look and said, “Does it really hurt?” “No, I'm just a little stiff and tired. I'll probably be okay in the morning.” “After shoveling snow all day, you're not going to plunk your tired back on that couch. I've seen your bed. There's plenty of room there for both of us.” “Oh, I couldn't do that,” I said. “Nonsense. I'm not turning you out of your own bed. Besides, I kind of liked having someone close to me at night. I don't snore, do I? Please? I'll be good.” The thought of her next to me in my nice, comfortable bed, made me stir. I wished she hadn't promised to be good. “Let's watch the movie,” I said. “I'll see how I feel by bedtime.” As we watched the movie, we found ourselves shifting our position on the couch so that eventually, she was snuggled against my side, and my arm was wrapped around her shoulder. We were comfortable. During the love scenes in the movie, I was aware of the warm, enticing feel of her body against me. After the movie ended, I turned to her and said, “You know, there should be enough hot water by now for a shower. Why don't you treat yourself? There's shampoo and conditioner, and I have a hair dryer.” “You go ahead. You're the one who needs the hot spray on your back and shoulders. If there's still some hot water after you're done, I'll get a shower then,” she said. I had shampoo in my eyes when I heard the bathroom door open. Then I heard the shower curtain move, and felt a hand on my belly. “I'll scrub your back,” she murmured. “Maybe there will be enough hot water for you to wash me too.” “You don't have to do this,” I said. “I know. Now turn around and let me wash you.” Her hands felt amazing, scrubbing and kneading the skin and muscles of my shoulders, then my back, and finally my ass. “Turn around and rinse,” she said. As soon as I was facing her, she began to work the soap into a lather on my chest. I was already erect, but when she dropped to her knees to wash my cock and balls, I began to leak pre-cum into her hand. “You're going to wash me next. All of me,” she said. She stood and grabbed the shampoo. “Would you wash my front while I do my hair?” she asked. I gently rubbed the soap onto her chest, watching as her nipples hardened with my touch. “Be sure to lather my nipples really well. And don't forget the rest of me,” she whispered. When it was time to wash her pussy, I knelt in front of her. She spread her legs slightly to give me better access. Her lips were full, firm, swollen-looking. Her clit was coming erect. “Oh yes, clean me,” she moaned. I did, thoroughly. Her breathing became ragged, and I could feel moisture on my fingers that had not come from the shower head. “Oh God,” she moaned. “I think you'd better wash my back now.” She turned away from me, presenting her beautiful ass to my view. I slowly washed her shoulders, her back, her sides, and her hips. My hands came to rest on her firm, luscious buttocks. “Wash my ass really well,” she breathed. My fingers traced patterns in the soapsuds on her asscheeks. She spread her legs, leaned forward, and said, “Please. Clean me.” My soapy fingers slipped down to her brown star, and started rubbing it. “Oh yes, that's nice,” she said in a husky whisper. As I continued to massage her asshole, she started moving her hips forward and back. “More,” she moaned. “More. Clean me inside.” I pressed my middle finger against her sphincter, and it suddenly relaxed. My finger slipped inside. “Yesssss!” she hissed. “Oh please, deeper. Add another finger.” I glanced down at my cock, and saw it twitching with my pulse, a string of pre-cum falling to the shower floor. The feel of her hot, tight ass gripping my fingers was almost enough to push me over the edge. She leaned front further and handed me the bottle of hair conditioner. “You might need this,” she said. “Spread some on your cock to make it slippery.” Then she bent forward and braced her hands on the tub faucet. “Fuck my ass,” she said. “Hard.” I did as she asked. The heat, the tightness, the sound of her grunting as I fucked her made me ready to cum in way too short a time. I wanted her to cum too, so I slid my hands around her hips and began rubbing her clit while fingering her tight pussy. “Make me cum,” she said. “Make me cum hard. Cum in my ass. I need it.” And then she began to scream. Her fluids were running freely down her thighs as her internal muscles clenched both my fingers and my cock. I came, long and hard, jet after steaming jet of my cum shooting deep into her bowel. We stayed locked together for a time. She was supporting her upper body with her hands on the faucet, and I held her ass crushed against me, trying to regain my senses from the overwhelming orgasm I had just had. Finally, she said softly, “Thank you.” “No, thank you!” I said. “You were amazing.” “The water's getting cooler,” she said. “I hadn't noticed,” I replied. “Let's clean up and go to bed.” “Okay,” I replied, reluctantly allowing my softening cock to fall from her glorious ass. When we got out of the tub, I realized I hadn't gotten any clothes out for us to wear to bed. As I toweled off, I said, “The hair dryer's in the cupboard below the sink. I'll go and find some clothes for us.” “Just turn on the electric blanket,” she said. “I don't want to wear anything to sleep with you tonight.” The bed was getting comfortably warm when she came into the room and crawled under the covers next to me. “I'm not sure that half-freezing to death is the way I would have chosen to get to actually meet you,” she said, “But I'm glad things turned out this way.” “So am I.” We rolled on our sides to face each other. I was just about to ask her what she was thinking when she moved in to kiss me. There was warmth, a hint of passion, but it was not urgent. Our hands explored each other, but it was more an act of discovery and tenderness than it was actual foreplay. When we finally broke our kiss, she lay her head on my chest. “I enjoyed our shower,” she said. “I did too.” “I want more,” she said, lifting herself onto one elbow to smile at me. Then she kissed me again, hard, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. Her free hand began to move downward across my chest and stomach, and came to rest on my re-awakening penis. “Here,” she said, “let me help you with that.” She got on her hands and knees, and began kissing her way down from my throat to my belly. Her hand was lightly fondling my cock and balls. Her kisses moved out from my center line to rain down on my hip and then trail down my thigh. She leaned across me to kiss and lick my other thigh, and then gently urged my legs apart. Her tongue traced a line from the top surface of my thigh to the inside, and then crossed to the other leg. By this time, my cock was as hard as it had been in the shower. This amazing woman was making me want her again, maybe more than I had before. I felt her lips tugging on the loose skin of my scrotum. Her tongue bathed me, and then she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. “Oh God,” I moaned. “It gets better,” she whispered. Her tongue began to move, agonizingly slowly, up the underside of my shaft. She stopped at the little triangle where the bottom of the head of my cock joins the shaft. Using just the tip of her tongue, she flicked back and forth over that super-sensitive skin. Then she licked her way back down to my balls. Each time she came back up the shaft of my penis, she licked the edge of the head, but never actually touched the tip of my cock. I was going wild. “I want to make you cum,” she said. “Not without you. Move over so I can lick you too,” I said, helping her to position herself so that her wet pussy was just above my mouth. She smelled fresh and clean, of course, but the overall aroma was delicious sex. I stuck out my tongue and ran it from just in front of her asshole, over her sweet-smelling pussy lips, and then to her clit. Her flavor was intoxicating. “Oh, please lick me,” she said, just before engulfing my cock with her soft, sucking mouth. As I ate her, she ate me, using her tongue, lips, fingers, even the roof of her mouth to give me pleasure. I was glad I had cum in the shower. This was too damn good to have it end soon. She seemed to feel the same way. My licking gradually got faster, I hardened my tongue, and worked deeper in between her lips on each pass. Sometimes, I'd lick her clit, sometimes, I'd graze it lightly with my teeth, and every once in a while, I'd suck on it. When she went off, I nearly drowned. Of course, the taste of her, the sound of her muffled screams, the smell, the feel of her convulsing on my mouth, only added to what her mouth was still doing to me. I eased two fingers into her asshole to try to prolong her orgasm. That's when I came. She drank every drop, doing every trick in the book to get the last tiny bit of fluid from me, then licking me completely clean, just in case some had leaked out of her mouth. When she was done, she collapsed on top of me, then rolled off me onto her side. When I was able to raise my head from the pillow, I saw her struggling to prop herself up on one elbow so she could look at me. We stared at each other for a long time, and then she started to grin. Her smile was infectious, and eventually we started to giggle. “Can you help me turn around?” she said. “I think so.” “I hope so. I'm not sure I can do it myself. I really want to have some more fun with you, but I definitely need a breather. Plus, don't you think we're going to get cold if we don't pull the blanket back over us?” “You're right,” I said. I helped her into a sitting position. Together, we got into a tight little huddle in the middle of the bed, me on my back, her lying partway on my chest with her one leg over me. The warm blanket felt good. We cuddled for a while. I know she was asleep, and I think I was dozing when the noises of equipment outside woke us. “What's that?” she said. “Snowplow.” I got up and looked out the window. “There's other equipment out there too, along with a couple of guys.” She joined me, our naked bodies touching in the darkened room. “Looks like I might be able to go home tomorrow,” she said. “Maybe.” I pulled her back to bed. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “Interesting question. Let me show you, instead of telling you,” she said, applying gentle pressure with the palm of her hand on my chest. “You know, there's something we haven't done.” “I know,” I said. She said nothing. Instead, she smiled at me and then straddled my body. At first, she lay on top of me, grinding her tits into my chest and rubbing my well-used cock with her crotch. We kissed as she humped me, and when she felt my meat starting to respond, she parted her legs so her wet pussy lips would massage me. Soon, we knew we were ready. She knelt on either side of my hips, gently stroked my cock with spit-moistened hands, and then aimed me. Taking slow, gentle strokes, she sank onto me until my pelvis supported most of her weight. “Ahhhh. That's wonderful,” she sighed. She stayed still for a few seconds, and then leaned forward to kiss me again. “I'm going to make you cum again,” she whispered in my ear. Even though my “walking girl” had always looked fairly casual and perhaps a little aloof, the woman in my bed was the exact opposite. She set to work on making good her promise, earning herself two knuckle-biting orgasms in the process. When I woke up, there was sunlight shining in my window, made glaringly bright by the snow on this crisp, clear day. She wasn't in bed. In fact, she wasn't in the house. Her clothes were gone from the drying rack, the furniture was re-arranged to its original position, fresh towels were in the bathroom, and our blankets and used towels were in a pile on the floor in the laundry room. There was a note on the kitchen table. It said, “I still don't know how to thank you. No one has ever been so good to me. I had to leave. Maybe I'll see you around. Trust me, it's better this way. I'm sorry.” There was no signature. There was simply a sketch of a pair of lips puckered into a kiss, enclosed in a heart. What the fuck? I didn't even know her name. She didn't know mine. I guess she wanted to remain anonymous. All right, I hadn't expected that, but, well, okay. That was fun. What a strange weekend! By Monday, the roads were well-cleared, although there were snow piles everywhere. It wasn't hard to drive to work. On my way home, I saw her. I slowed down and waved, and she gave me a little wave and a grin, and kept on walking. Her behavior was just like it had been before it snowed. Nothing more happened between us. I saw her every day, but we never had any more contact. It had all been a crazy weekend that started with a crisis and ended with great, anonymous sex. In other words, passion between strangers. As the weather got warmer, she returned to her t-shirts and blue jeans. I spent a lot of time thinking about how great the ass those jeans covered had felt, and how well she used every part of her body. In the fall, her bulkier clothes hid those treasures from view. It's winter now. The road crews are at it again. They did nothing to maintain the roads all summer, so now they're making a mess preparing for snow removal. Again, the traffic is stop-and-go. Tonight, it's especially bad. My walking girl has passed me several times as I sit here and fume. I stop at the intersection where I turn into my road and I see her again. She motions for me to roll my window down, and I do. “They're predicting snow tomorrow. I bet I'll get tired of walking in the cold. Do you have plenty of firewood?” she asks. Then she licks her lips, winks, and keeps on walking, with a bit more swing in her ass.

I had arrived home earlier in the week, from my fly in /fly out job, So lucky to have a roster of eight days on and six days off, but my lover come mistress worked on a different site, her roster was two weeks on and one week off, my flight home was always early in the morning, my first priority was to collect her dog from her sister, and do whatever needed to be done, house cleaning, food shop and anything else she instructed me to do. We didn't always end up at home for long together, but this trip she was going to fly home the day after me, i was so looking forward to the time together, Whenever I was home before her, i was instructed to meet her at the airport wearing nothing but a semi see-thru dress, no bra or panties, I also had to wear the special collar she had made for me, with the vibrating eggs pushed deep inside my freshly waxed pussy. She had the remote with her, as soon as she would see me it was turned on, this arrangement was to ensure I followed her instructions, and as she was horny from being away for so long I played the part of her horny slut come, slave. I usually had plenty of time to organize things and get ready to met her plane, but today I ran myself a little late, shopping and searching for ingredients for a welcome home feast, I forgot her flight was early, by the time I glanced at the time, .i didn't have time to head home, so I just headed straight to the airport. As soon as I arrived I looked at her standing near the taxi rank, Shouting out, I rushed to grab her bag and coat, and the look i got was not good, her eyes shot over me and she shook her head. WTF time you think this is!! Sue has a way to intimidate me with her eyes that sends me back to my school days. So sorry Sue... I got caught up in the shops, and traffic was bad, sorry I whimpered. What's that you are wearing you slack Bitch, her hand held the remote, and my heart sank.. I thought you said you missed me she muttered, Apparently not, couldn't do the one thing i asked you to do for me. We walked in silence to the car, her silent treatment hurts me more than I can admit, my tears started to well, Please Sue I tried to surprise you But your flight is normally in the afternoon and me.... well i forgot. I thought I had time Honest ohhh please talk to me, I missed you so bad I blurted and wiped my now teary eyes. We stood at the car i saw her look me over with disdain, shaking her head. Tell me again how much you want to please me, SLUT... I come home, and you couldn't be bothered to even meet me on time Slut!! now you want me to forgive you just like that, I suppose you have your panties on to ehh, well take them off now Slut she ordered. I glanced around the busy carpark, then nervously tried to shift behind the open door and wriggle my panties down... HHHmph, get in front of the car, and take em off !! she ordered. Now slut or you can walk home... I looked around at a few people close by, sure they could hear her as, i slowly did as she said,, Now the Bra Slut.... my eyes glanced around and i tried to plead with her not to draw attention,,, i whispered please i will. but in the car... What. Are you disobeying me Slut !!!! and unbutton the top buttons .. Get in the fucking car, you worthless Bitch. We pulled up at home. I parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bags, while she went to check on her dog, still angry with me, and barely speaking to me.. inside i started to make small talk while i put away the groceries and began prepping tonight's meal, Where is your collar Bitch ..!! Its on the table Sue,, so sorry I will put it on now ,,, she gently patted her dog Tiger, then slipped his collar off, come here Bitch on your knees,, holding Tigers collar out towards me,, i slipped to my knees, and begged her to forgive me, she put the dogs collar around my neck and smiled her usual wicked, Your in trouble smile. i knew she was devising something to punish me. I prepped her favorite sweet and sour chicken dish, the red wine was breathing just as she liked it and i slipped into the bedroom to change into my new slinky surprise for her, slipping the vibrating eggs between my wet lips, then slipping them into myself, the sound of her voice behind me, brought a smile to my face as i turned, then it dropped, Here put this in Bitch, in her hands was a plug with a tail attached, You want to act like a bitch you can be one, Sue made me bend over the bed then grabbed my ass cheeks roughly, and pushed the plug into my resisting ass hole, at first it felt horrible but as i got to my feet i wriggled and it seemed to settle in position, I had worn a plug before for her when we had gone to a party , so it didn't take long to become used to it, Now you might as well loose that flimsy dress Sara, Your my Bitch for now until you learn some respect, then walked out the room. Still a little unsettled by Sue's angry reaction, and never having seen her so upset with me i quickly stripped of my new dress and hung it up, looking in the mirror at my tail hanging between my legs, I began to feel a little turned on by the thought of what i may be in for, i brushed my long hair out so it hung loosely like Sue liked me to wear it, letting it fall over my shoulders and hang partway over my breasts, i pinched my nipples and as they hardened, i gave my now naked but a wriggle ,the plug and tail felt tantalisingly good, lightly brushing the inside of my thighs, it actually went well with my long flowing hair, smiling i made my way down the passage into the living room, where Sue was sitting, watching the TV and brushing her dog. Both looked up at me and without warning, Tiger bound over to me and started sniffing around me, fascinated by my swinging tail, I spun around and he chased it making small grunts and trying to grab it, licking my legs and trying to sniff my tail, i giggled and tried to push him away. Even the dog thinks you are a bitch, Sue Growled at me, Then commanded, SIT !!, I SAID FUCKING SIT, YOU BITCH .... AND I MEAN NOW !!!!, stunned i looked at her then at the dog who was sitting wagging his tail and looking longingly at his owner, still standing i saw her start to get up from the chair,, IF I HAVE TO GET UP YOU BITCH !!!!! NOW FUCKING SIT....EVEN TIGER behaves himself, NOW SIT BITCH !!!!!!!. she rushed from the chair, catching me unaware, the sting across my bare ass hurt like hell, i jumped around, but she grasped me by the hair and pulled my face towards her's... Now, Bitch, YOU WILL LEARN TO DO AS I SAY. OR ELSE, slapping my ass again, the sting hurt, and I looked at her. Never had she treated me this way before, in shock i fought back the tears, then, She yelled at me again, SIT. I Sat down, she reached down and ran her hands through my hair. Now that wasn,t to hard was it, , I looked at her smile, then she quietly spoke... mmmm you don't like being treated like a bitch do you, bitch, mmmm, well maybe you will learn a little respect for your mistress, if i treat you like the ungrateful bitch you are. You can sit with Tiger on the floor, I went to say what about my prepped food but she cut me off,, nooo i don't think so, you can have yours on the floor with Tiger, now STAY, while i eat. I sat on the floor while Sue cooked the prepped food, it smelt gorgeous my stomach growled and i started to feel quite hungry, smiling at Sue knowing she will relent any moment now. As she served up the chicken, I noticed only one plate, then i saw the spare dog dish on the bench, Nooo surely not. My eyes gave away my thoughts, Come, Bitch, She called. i slowly started to rise. No.... dogs walk on four legs,,, and i want to see that tail wag Bitch,!!! Slowly i crawled towards her, trying to swish my new tail and ,thinking i would be smart, nuzzling her between her legs when i got to her, licking up the inside of her thighs, smiling, until she slapped me away, No sooner as she slapped me she grabbed my collar and clipped on the lead that we walked Tiger with, then tied it to the table leg, Filthy Bitch she yelled,, if you feel horny I will get Tiger to lay with you,, Huh you want that Bitch. calling Tiger over,,, mmm he likes his new companion,,, maybe i will let him have his way with you,,, You want that Bitch,, maybe he can teach you to obey. As Tiger approached, his head was cocked over with an inquisitive look , the same look i had seen when he was in the park with a few female dogs, not sure what to do , but still enough instinct to sniff around their butts,,, which is exactly what he started doing to me, I jumped, and spun around, that seemed to make him want to try again,, Sue was laughing and telling me to stay,,, don't move bitch was all i could hear. Her laughing was loud, Then Sit Tiger, and she pulled him away, I was a little uncomfortable with him sitting watching me on all fours, but slowly my attention went to Sue who had just placed my meal on the floor in front of me. my face must have told her i wasn't happy the way this game was going, but she ignored me and started eating her 's, glancing at me and ordering me to eat like the bitch i was, Thinking to myself, if this is the game i might as well play, surely if i do what she want's she will let me off and then i can make it up to her between the sheets, , , so like a good puppy i started to eat, sitting and picking up the bowl in one hand i went to use my fingers,, Bitch on Your .... knees. eat like Tiger, Now... I looked and put the bowl down, smiling at her i wagged my tail and buried my face into the bowl. my ass in the air wriggling my bum, trying to resemble a puppy feeding, all the time i was thinking how horny i was and the feelings i had felt while waiting to be reunited to her flooded through me, I was actually quite wet between my legs by the time i raised my head, , my face covered in the syrupy juices from the sweet chicken , Still smiling at her and trying to look like a happy puppy, Tiger bounded over to me and started licking my messy face , i giggled and pushed him away, then he shocked me by sniffing my bare ass and swiping his long wet tongue between my legs... Sue thought it was funny, and burst out laughing,,, I think you two wil get on just fine Sara,, how about i let him fuck some table manners into you eh...You like that ida Bitch,, you can be his bitch to,. I looked at her and smiled, still wriggling away from Tiger,,, and gently pushing him away... I Dare you , If you want me to be a bitch i just might let him do what he want's and you can sort yourself out, seeing as you don't seem to want me at the moment... Her face screwed up in thought and then her wicked smile emerged, You would like that would, you now.. mmmm i just might make you eat your words, You cheeky slut... with that she disappeared up the passage to our spare room that she kept a selection of toys in.. i just sat there, gently trying to calm down the damn dog, i noticed he was starting to show his cock through his sheath, , i looked and , started to scold him ,, just as Sue walked back into the room holding a set of cuffs , chains, restraints and a gag. she smiled and dragged a chair over, here bitch, patting the chair, lean over this now.. i waged my tail and did as told then, as my hands and feet were secured to the chair, i still wagged my tail and smirked at her , I Double Dare you to make me into his bitch , biahitchhhh. go on i Dare you.... with that her face went serious, and i couldn't tell if maybe i had gone to far,,, my mind told me she was trying hard to scare me, but as she pulled my hair back and gagged me i started to doubt if this was a good idea. Secured to the chair, gagged and still with the lead tied to the table leg, i was starting to feel a little insecure, my eyes pleaded with her, and i tried to figure if she was seriously upset or still playing. heard her scold the dog for trying to lick my ass but she didn't do anything to stop him, then she laughed again,, as he became excited and tried to mount me,, i clenched my cheeks and squealed through the gag trying to wriggle away.. Hey Bitch , thought you dared me,, what. Not so cocky now slut.. eh, Tiger was whining and snuffling around me. Every now and then managing to swipe between my exposed crotch, i shuddered, thinking enough already,, fear started to build up in me,,, Sue had never pushed me as far before and i wasn't sure this was a good idea,, i shivered in disgust at the thought of a dog licking my private parts.surely she is just as disgusted , I shivered and started to wriggle ,, shouting through my gag. Cut it out,, enough stop ,, its disgusting,,, oh fuck his tongue lapped between my legs, i shuddered again, and tried to scream at her to stop this,, but all the sounds i was making sounded like grunts and muffled noises...i was struggling so much the chair was rocking nearly toppling over, when Sue grabbed the dog and led him outside, returning and sliding the screen door closed. he was scratching and whining at the screen door, i felt a shudder then relaxed as i felt Sue run her hands over my immobile body, starting at my head and slowly moving all over me, i started to respond with a purr and shivers ran through me in anticipation of what she will do to me. STAY Bitch, i am going to fuck you like the Bitch you are, Teach you a lesson did I. Think I was going let you get fucked by a dog did you hahaha, A sudden sting on my bare ass, put a smile on my face. Stay and think about how you can make it up to me, Sara. Oh. You dont mind waiting there while i have a shower do you... Ohhh thats right you cant move or talk, can you slut...SSSSTAAAY she muttered and walked off laughing, by the way, nice bit of tail you have , another giggle and then she was gone. Tied to the chair, the sound of the shower running and thoughts of how good it would be when Sue let me join her in bed.. mmmmmm , i knew she never took short showers, loved the hot water and liked to shower until the water ran cold, so i guessed i had a long wait... I started wriggling to get a little more comfortable my knees were sore so i tried to take the weight off them by wriggling over the chair as far as i could. The noise alerted me first, the whining and scratching on the door stopped and i thought i heard the screen door slide open, then the familiar paws noise across the floor, the panting and suddenly the wet tongue on my face, horrified i tried to talk then yell out but the gag made it impossible, the sound of the running water and noises from down the passage told me Sue was still in the shower, OHHH fuck,, maybe he had calmed down,,,... Fter licking my face, Tiger paced around me giving me a few sniffs then back to my face, his tongue ran over me sending shocks and tremors through me, i tried to mutter Stay away from my back end please. Instead he slowly paced around getting fidgity then started to lick me between the legs. I wriggled as much as i could, but he seemed to be getting more excited, so i tried to relax, praying Sue would come out very quickly, still the sound of water running i curse myself for being cheeky. The smell of my wet pussy must have excited him more , as he continued to lick me and run his tongue around between my legs i knew his intentions ,and continued to try and scream, sudenly he was on my back and humping at my legs . Relieved that he couldn't quite get at my pussy , but disgusted that he was rubbing himself over my bare legs, i could feel him getting harder and bigger, stangely , thinking he wouldn't be able to penentrate me , i started to feel slightly turned on by his unwanted attention, my mistake was to try and squeese my cheeks together and wriggle to throw him off, .i achieved that the first time... He developed a more determined stance , after i shook him off. Climbing back onto me and wrapping his front paws around my slim waist, a few wriggles to align himself, I felt the tip of his hard cock poking at my enterance, fear and revulsion flooded through me, then all was lost ... He was inside me and humping in a frenzy. i felt him slamming into me again and again, it hurt as something started to force into me .it felt like a tennis ball was being shoved in to me, then it was in and his actions went faster , my body became like a rag doll, he fucked me harder than i could believe possible, the sensation somehow exciting me and repulsing me, but i started to feel the deep welling of my first orgasm, he was huge and seemed to still be growing inside me, i screamed not in fear but from the feeling that tore through me, i was involentarily pushing back against his thrusts, the climax building deep in side me erupted. his swollen knot as i discovered later had forced in to me and created a seal .his continued humping forcing it deep into me and then the feeling of something so warm flooded into me, the timing was perfect, at almost the same time as i felt his hot cum warm the inside of my womb i felt the surge of one of the biggest orgasm's of my life ' Until this day Sue swears i had the look of pure pleasure all over my face,. Totaly spent, ashamed and stangely wanting the feeling to last forever, I heard Sue Screaming at her dog and trying to pull him from me. You filthy animal Get the fuck off her and many more foul words that i have never heard from her mouth again.. the pain from her trying to drag him off, ripped through me and i was trying to shout STOP STOP it hurts. I think she realized it was hurting and stoped, falling to her knees , crying and aplologizing to me. As all things blurred , Tiger some how shifted around so he was back to back with me,[ i now know how this works and get so much pleasure from waiting for his knot to release ] he was trying to tug free but now we both realised it was a waiting game, Sue tore off my gag, her tears falling and my face still screwed up in utter amasment to how good i felt. As Tiger pulled away, realising he was in trouble and Sue was angry with him he tried to lick me .but after he was slapped away , settled in the doorway licking himself while watching me and Sue . Her trembling hands taking of my restraints and still crying , hugging me tight. I think i shocked her , by saying out loud, Fuck that was great. then bursting out laughing and crying. Don't ever make me do that again, at least for a while... At first it took a while to talk about what had happened, and i begged her never to tell a soul , Then one night Sue turned to me and quietly asked if i had thought about trying it again, telling me that the more she thought about me and Tiger , and the look on my face, It made her tingle all over, so i just got out of bed ,went to the door and called Tiger into the room. I don't need the restraints any more but we use them for effect, it adds so much more pleasure knowing i am being subjected to my mistresses fantasy... after my introduction, be it accidental, l am now a regular participant in the pleasure's of the forbiden delights, with the total suport of my mistress, i only hope i will be able to fulfill her desire to have me mated with a stallion in the near future. i do get quite excited every time she mentions my up coming riding lessons...

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 The young school-teacher fled desperately down the corridor, the flat slapping of her shoes echoing sharply in the silence. Panting for breath, she ran past deserted classrooms, none of which offered any hope of refuge or escape – she was on the third floor of a long block, and even if a window would open far enough, it was too high to jump. Tearful and gasping, she looked back over her shoulder at the sounds of closing pursuit, the raucous whoops of her hunters. Three black teenage girls appeared around the corner, running with an easy lope, barely having broken into a sweat. They laughed jeeringly when they saw her small form leaning against a doorway, exhausted and straining for breath. The teacher realised at that moment that it was hopeless – not only could she not out-run them, but they had been playing with her, herding her like a sheep to the pen. They had cut her off at every chance of escape, forcing her ever deeper and higher into the empty school buildings, so that now she was completely trapped, on the top floor and in a hallway that was a dead end. Still the instinct to flee dies hard, and she pushed herself away from the wall and staggered, rather than ran, to the furthest end of the corridor. Her attackers closed in on their target, more serious now as the reckoning approached. As the teacher backed, sobbing and pleading, into the empty classroom at furthest end, they crowded in around her, and seized their prey. ‘How had it come to this?’, thought Jenny Gibson in fear and distress, ‘Dear God! help and save me now!’ She had tried calling out at the start of the assault, but a swift punch to the stomach had left her gasping for breath. Then, when she had first run from them, she yelled loudly for help. There was usually a security guard on patrol at this time, but there was no one in the block – the bitches had timed her capture carefully. As she was at the start of her teaching career and had little experience, Jenny could not be too choosy about where she worked – so she had taken this job in a high school on the edge of the inner city, where about two-thirds of the pupils were black. It was not the roughest or worst of schools, and after seven months in post she had no longer worried – and had, she realised now, become complacent and made herself vulnerable to the sharks that swam just below the school’s surface, waiting for a helpless victim to snatch and drag under. Jenny was in her early twenties, white and middle-class, not very tall at five feet four inches, and quite pretty – not outstanding, but well above merely average in her looks. Her hair was light brown but she dyed it blonde, and she had nice brown eyes and a good complexion. Jenny’s breasts were a jutting triangular shape and amply filled her 30C bras, and she had a trim waist which was often accentuated by a tight skirt waist-band or a belt. However, her best feature was definitely her ass – it had always been cute and round and bouncy, but without the slightest suggestion of flab or fat. She liked to wear tight skirts, even pencil cut, or well-tailored trouser suits, but this time the tapered knee-length black skirt and the two-inch heels on the matching black boots had been no help at all, restricting her movements as she ran and slowing her down. Probably she could not have escaped her fate anyway. The gang of three black girls who were about to overpower her were all much larger and stronger than she was, and ten times meaner. Although they were pupils at the high school, they were all seventeen years old and were star performers in the athletics and sports teams – one was a sprinter, one a javelin thrower, one a tennis player, and all three were in the basketball team. They were between five foot ten and six foot in height, and built in proportion – not over-muscled, but fit, strong, sleek, confident and aggressive. They didn’t lack feminine curves or attraction – indeed, that had been the problem, the lure that had caught her, landed like her a fly baits the hook for the fish. The ringleader of three, Marcella, was in one of Jenny Gibson’s classes for modern American history. Her striking height, her glossy black skin, her shapely figure and her overall beauty had caught the young teacher’s eye from the start, but she had made very sure at the school to clamp down on her feelings, never to show the sexual interest that she felt. Jenny’s secret was that she was a lesbian, and the secret within the secret was that her fantasies often revolved around seducing her more attractive pupils – and especially the black and Asian girls. Of course, fear of losing her job – even, in the case of the younger girls, going to prison – deterred her from ever acting on her fantasies. They remained a matter for masturbatory tangles in the sheets in the loneliness of her studio apartment or, on her occasional weekends in the state capital when she cruised the lesbian bars and tried to get picked up by the youngest and most feminine woman available (which she managed fairly often, being a cute and attractive package herself). Sometimes on these occasions Jenny would close her eyes in the moments of approaching orgasm and pretend that it was a girl from one of her classes who was going down on her, like sweet sixteen-year old Kishiko with her small breasts and boyish slim hips, or curvy redhead Macy-Jane with the ass that looked so hot in tight white pants. On this fateful Tuesday, warm in the late spring, the last class of the afternoon had been the one including Marcella. When the young black woman strode into the room, laughing with one of her friends, she had almost taken Jenny’s breath away. The black babe was scantily dressed even for a teenager in this neighbourhood on a hot day – very brief and tight cut-off denim shorts, with a seam that must be riding up into her pussy cleft and rubbing it with every movement, and a sleeveless, low cut, halter-neck shirt which showed most of her breasts. These were large – easily D cup – and firm, needing no support; it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking through the thin cotton top. Her long shapely legs ended in white sporty ankle-socks and a smart pair of trainers. Jenny took a gulp, and tried to ignore the pooling wetness in her panties – but that became almost impossible, for instead of taking her usual place at the rear of the room (where Jenny knew Marcella indulged in sardonic commentary with her friends during the class, insolently just below the level of hearing, almost daring Jenny to challenge her about it), the black girl took the desk in the very middle of the front row. As Jenny began the class, rising to her feet in sudden uncomfortableness and feeling the need to move around, Marcella sat forwards in her chair, appearing to be interested, but at the same time affording Jenny a very clear view down the front of her cleavage. Jenny tried to tune this out and carry on, but her eyes kept coming back to the sight of the ripe young breasts, visible almost to the nipples. At the end of class Jenny was relieved – and so aroused she wanted only to get out of the school and go home to jerk herself off. However, as the other pupils filed out of the room, Marcella approached and asked if she could talk to her about something. Jenny agreed – it was the first time the tall black girl had ever shown an interest and she wanted to encourage it, and besides if Marcella – one of the coolest kids at the school, a real trend-setter – liked Jenny’s classes, her status and popularity as a teacher would go up. So when Marcella then explained that she had to see the athletics coach for a few minutes, by prior appointment, but if she came back in fifteen minutes would Miss Gibson please still be there, Jenny readily agreed. When twenty minutes had passed, with the school now emptied of its pupils and staff, Jenny gave a shrug and decided Marcella had either been detained or had forgotten, and it would have to wait for another day. In fact, no such thing had happened, and there was no appointment with the sports coach – everything from the clothes Marcella had put on that morning to her after-class request had been carefully planned, so as to leave the cute Miss Gibson alone, defenceless and vulnerable. Then Jenny heard laughing voices coming along the corridor – one of them, she was sure, being Marcella’s – and in her innocence she was pleased, and put down the jacket and briefcase that she had been about to take home. The door of her classroom swung open, and three tall and arrogantly confident black girls swept in. Marcella was at the apex of their wedge, flanked on the left by Cerise (a bit less full in the bust, but taller, and with long curling black hair falling to the middle of her back) and on the right by Darby (the tennis player and most muscular of the three, but still attractive with her wide nose and full lips that Mick Jagger might envy). Cerise wore a short and very tight scarlet mini-skirt, with a contrasting navy-blue figure-hugging sweater on top; Darby had white boots, black hold-up stockings of which the tops were visible under her extremely short white skirt, and a short black tube top which left both her midriff and her shoulders bare – apart from the thin straps of the underwired black bra that she was wearing underneath it. They were a powerfully sexy trio, exuding sensuality but also menace and danger. Jenny couldn’t help taking a slight gulp as they eyed her, and the teacher backed against her desk. ‘Well, howdy, Miss Gibson,’ said Marcella with a slight sneer, ‘how nice of you to be ready and waiting for us.’ ‘What do you mean,’ stammered the young teacher, trying for a tone of authority and failing dismally. ‘We know about you, Miss Lezzie,’ suddenly said Cerise, looking avidly at the white woman, ‘oh, yeah – we know!’ ‘What?? What do you mean?’ gasped Jenny, shocked and now feeling the first stirrings of real fear – but for her reputation and career, not yet for her body. Marcella suggestively cupped her own breasts in her skimpy halter neck, and sneered at the dumbfounded teacher: ‘Liked looking at these, didn’t you, cunt!’, and turning to her henchwomen, she added: ‘The bitch couldn’t take her eyes off them all lesson!’ ‘Well,’ said Darby with a fake Southern drawl, as she reached out to cup and squeeze one of Marcella’s melon-shaped tits, ‘Ah can see why, honey-chile, ah can surely see why!’ Marcella’s demeanour then changed, as she swung round to confront the much smaller and slighter school-teacher. ‘This is the way it works, bitch – we’re gonna gang-bang you, here and now, and afterwards whenever we want – and you’re gonna take it and like it!’ ‘No!’ protested Jenny in a hoarse, shocked whisper, ‘Stop this at once, or I’ll call the police – touch me, and you’ll end up in jail!’ Jenny’s one attempt to recover control over the situation lasted only for a second, as in response Marcella slapped her across the face, whilst her two accomplices grabbed Jenny’s arms and held her trapped between them. Jenny was shocked and half-stunned – never before had she been struck by a pupil, and she hardly knew what to do. Then she gave a half-scream, half-gurgle, for Marcella had reached forwards and grasped one breast, whilst Darby had grabbed the other – and the cruel black bitches twisted them in opposite directions, before pinching hard on her nipples. Jenny shrieked in outrage and pain, and then with redoubled frantic panic, as Marcella thrust her hand up the young teacher’s skirt and gripped her crotch. ‘Your fucking pussy belongs to us now, you lezzie slut – and don’t you forget it!’ Jenny was horrified – women didn’t do this sort of thing to each other, women just didn’t do this sort of thing – it was male, violent and hateful, and just for a moment in her fright and anger the thought crossed her mind that these mad bitches had maybe been taking too many steroids, which had made them mentally (though clearly not physically) into men. Why else would they want to rape her, to hurt and humiliate her? Jenny’s quiet suburban upbringing and her vanilla sex-life meant she was quite unprepared for anything of this sort, indeed could barely imagine it – but this was no fantasy, it was down-and-dirty reality. For just a moment, the black gang released their hold on the ashen-faced young white woman. Jenny seized her opportunity, shoving aside Cerise (who was between her and the door), and making a dash for freedom. In a second, the black girls were after her, and suddenly Darby appeared from a parallel corridor to cut in front of the young teacher, closing her off from the main entrance hallway. Then the pursuit began, hounding Jenny from corridor to stairs to landing, herding her upwards and away from safety, into the most remote and quiet parts of the empty echoing building. It had all been a game – in fact, they had deliberately given her the chance to run, knowing that her small size, awkward clothes and general unfitness made her an easy catch, and wanting to get her into a place where the chance of interruption or rescue was nil. So now, in the upstairs classroom, the three black vultures closed in on their prey – a victim whose resistance had largely been broken in the pursuit, and who now had little strength, physical or mental, with which to resist her fate. Marcella pushed her face up close to Jenny’s, and hissed menacingly at her: ‘You ain’t gonna be tellin’ anyone about this, you cunt, becos’ if you do – you’ll be the one with her ass in jail, getting fucked over by the dykes and guards, not us!’ The frightened school teacher gaped at the domineering black girl: ‘What ... what do you mean?’ she quavered. Marcella’s explanation was brutal – they had ‘babes’ in the years below who would accuse Miss Gibson of coercing them into having sex with her, and there would be witnesses to back this up. Jenny was stunned, but tried to rally and countered with: ‘you won’t be able to explain my bruises that way – I’ll go to the police, and it’ll be obvious I was attacked!’ Marcella shook her head, and replied that they would say that she is a submissive masochist who threatened them into doing kinky things to her, and that the younger girls would confirm this. She also pointed out that all the class would agree that Miss Gibson had been ogling Marcella’s tits, and she had made it look as if the teacher was the one making the after-school assignation with her, not the other way round. ‘So,’ summed up the black girl, ‘who do you think they’ll believe – all of us girls, or you? Especially as you are a lesbo anyway!’ Jenny felt almost faint at the prospect; she realised that she had not been at the school long enough for anyone really to know or trust her, and of course a police investigation would soon unearth her sexuality and her one-night stands in the big city. Even if she escaped jail, doubts would remain and the damage would have been done: her career as a teacher would be finished almost before it had begun. She couldn’t take the risk, and the clever black bitches knew it. There was no doubt that the vicious gang had targeted Miss Gibson’s weak spot, and they were going to take full and horrific advantage of it. ‘You psycho bitches,’ the teacher yelled – or tried to, but instead of sounding like firm defiance, it came out as a hopeless wail, her will to resist visibly crumbling. Jenny wept, unable to see any way out, terrified but also – just slightly – aroused by her helpless, submissive plight. ‘Please, don’t do this, don’t do this to me,’ begged the school-teacher in a shaky voice, ‘please – don’t hurt me’. However, her pleading only aroused the sexual excitement of her rapists even further, and the quavering sound of her fear stoked their lustful anticipation of her ordeal to come. Cerise and Darby moved in on either side of her, as smoothly as if they had rehearsed it, and each gripped one of her arms. Jenny gave a shrill scream as Marcella produced a small but vicious-looking knife, and held it against the trembling teacher’s throat. ‘Don’t struggle, and you won’t get hurt’, she said – and then, as if prompted by honesty, she added: ‘or anyway, not as badly as if you fight us’. Jenny’s was quaking and her eyes were wide with fright, but she offered no more resistance as Cerise unfastened and unzipped her skirt, tugging it over her hips to tumble around her ankles, whilst Darby unbuttoned the smart shirt that she had been wearing. Putting the knife aside, Marcella bent swiftly and lifted each of Jenny’s feet in turn, removing the skirt and throwing it aside into the corner of the room. A swift backwards tug from Darby stripped the opened shirt down Jenny’s arms, and it too was discarded. The pretty young teacher was revealed in the decorative laciness of her favourite white underwear, with a soft cup bra decorated with an entwining-flower motif and matching knickers in a sensual Brazilian-style cut with a curving lace trim around the top, and white hold-up stockings. Jenny looked in shame at the floor as the three black girls gazed avidly at her soft pink body, now offered up in this alluring feminine lingerie. Marcella reached out to cup Jenny’s breasts, pushing them upwards and together, emphasising even further their full roundness and deep cleavage. ‘There, I told you she had a nice pair, didn’t I?’ she queried her companions in crime. ‘The cow has got a good ass as well’, Darby said with an anticipatory relish that stirred a little extra fear in Jenny’s stomach, and then the teacher yelped as the bitch gave her nearest buttock a sharp pinch. But worse was to come: with a cruel gleam in her eye, Marcella slipped her fingers inside the bra cup of Jenny’s left breast, found the nipple, and squeezed it hard. ‘Aaaargg!! oh – oh, stop! please, stop!’ sobbed the teacher, gasping in relief as the smiling teen released her bruised tit. Marcella ran her hand appreciatively down Jenny’s firm flat stomach, as if one might check the flanks of a horse before riding it, and then she went lower, to cup the crotch of the elegant panties and stroke along the length of Jenny’s slit. This provoked another shocked reaction from the panic-stricken teacher, something between a shriek and a gasp. It turned into a broken moan, as Marcella tugged the Brazilian panties part-way down Jenny’s thighs and firmly gripped the woman’s cunt, pushing her thumb upwards and inwards. It was at that point, with her pussy exposed and being roughly probed, that Jenny accepted that she was going to be subjected to a lesbian rape – though she had never heard of such a thing before, and still could not believe that women would attack each other in this horrible violent way. However, there was no doubting now what these terrifying black bitches had in mind for her – she just hoped that she could endure it, without getting too badly hurt. The teacher gave another mewling whimper as Marcella picked up her knife, pulled out the front of the panties, and slashed them through. Cut away at each leg, they became a shapeless piece of fabric which fell disregarded to the floor, exposing Jenny’s mound with its fringe of neatly clipped brown hair. The teacher was still shaking her head, and in an almost soundless whisper was muttering a mixture of ‘no, no’, ‘please, don’t’ and ‘stop, please stop’. The three girls backed their prize against the teacher’s desk at the front of the echoing, empty classroom. By now, Jenny’s struggles had become feeble, almost token efforts. She had not noticed that Darby and Marcella had been carrying small shoulder bags – but to her horror, when these were unzipped, leather cuffs and strong silk cords were produced from them. Whilst Darby and Cerise maintained their vice-like grip on the cowering teacher’s upper arms, Marcella strapped her ankles to the front feet of the desk, spreading her legs wide apart. The other two girls pulled Jenny’s upper body backwards to lie flat on the desk, with her pinioned arms stretched wide. Marcella ran her hand over the bound and quivering body for a moment, savouring the white teacher’s trapped impotence. Then the tall girl stepped back a pace and removed her tight shorts, revealing underneath a skimpy thong in satiny black. This she took off as well, but not before rubbing it into her aroused and wet vagina several times. Marcella rolled the damp and sweaty thong into a ball, and – before Jenny had a chance to react, shoved it into the teacher’s mouth. Jenny gagged on the taste and smell, but she could not eject it as immediately afterwards the girls strapped a ball gag tightly in place. Jenny had no time to note the muscled firmness of Marcella’s stomach and ass or the ripe mound of her pussy, as the gang leader produced from her bag of tracks a vicious-looking strap-on which she swiftly buckled in place. Darby and Cerise held the young teacher firmly in place, open and vulnerable, and Jenny howled in despair as Marcella stepped between her legs and positioned the knob of the huge device at the entrance to her vagina. The gag prevented anything much from escaping beyond a frantic mumble, but Jenny’s head rocked from side to side in hysterical negation, and her eyes were bulging. She was deeply afraid – the bitch had put no lubrication on the dildo shaft, so this was going to be rough and nasty, and hurt like hell. Marcella relished the rictus of agony on the teacher’s face, as she plunged the dildo deeply into her, penetrating her savagely and ignoring her futile struggles. There was no disguising what this was: a callous, brutal rape, in which pleasure was being taken from the pain of the captured woman. Jenny felt that she was being ripped open, the dildo shaft impaling her like a spear, and her body was wracked by convulsions. Mostly these were of hurt and terror, but in a far away part of her, underneath the shock, her physical body and unconscious mind were responding to the forcefulness of the fucking. It was if someone else was in charge from the waist down, and whilst her conscious self and her upper body struggled and protested, her pelvis began to respond to the stimulus of the penetrations, and her vagina became slippery and wet, easing the entry of the dildo. Marcella gave a harsh laugh, pulling the strap-on completely out of her victim as aggressively as she had shafted it into her, and replacing it with a thrust from two of her fingers. Removing them, the gang ringleader showed them to her cronies: ‘the bitch is wet, the lezzie cunt is getting off on this – I told you she would!’ Jenny closed her eyes tightly in humiliation, tears leaking from their corners. With another cruel laugh, Marcella rammed the dildo back in, even deeper and more painfully, making Jenny gasp but also raise her hips to meet it. With the teacher now lying supine in despair, Cerise and Darby needed only one hand to grip her arms. They began to use their free hands for some sport of their own, and from either side they each scooped one of Jenny’s breasts out of its bra cup, squeezing the soft pink flesh and mangling and pinching the nipples. Under this combined assault, Jenny’s bodily defences gave way. She shook her head from side to side, as if the sign of negation would make it all go away, and at the same time her hips thrust and juddered in the spasm of a forced orgasm, and she moaned into the soggy smelly gag of Marcella’s panties. Their owner laughed harshly as she felt the hapless teacher start to buck and hump under her, and she gripped the woman’s buttocks with both hands, and drove the plastic cock in for one final vicious penetration that ground roughly along the clitoris, bringing Jenny’s climax to a gasping culmination. The white woman was sweat-soaked and shaking, close to being in a state of hysteria and shock. She made no resistance as she was released from the teacher’s large desk and dragged over to one of the much smaller pupil’s ones in the front row. She was pushed over this, face downwards, with her ankles strapped to the legs on one side and her wrists tied to the legs on the other, so that she made an upside-down U shape. Cerise quickly stripped off her blue top, scarlet mini-skirt and the low-cut red panties she wore underneath, leaving only their matching half-cup bra. Marcella handed the strap-on to her friend, who proceeded to indulge her favourite pleasure – fucking a helpless white woman from behind, doggy-style. This second rape, nearly as violent as the first, but easier now that Jenny’s cunt was wetter and more open, provoked an even clearer sexual response in the victim. After a few minutes of thrusting entry, the school-teacher’s flanks twitched and her body trembled and shook in another and stronger coming which left her floundering like a landed fish. But what was to come from Darby was to be much worse. As the well-muscled black tennis player shed her skirt (under which she wore no panties) and buckled on the dildo, Marcella laughingly introduced her as ‘our back-door girl’. Dazed and bemused, Jenny did not at first understand what this signified – but when Darby stepped up behind her prone body and nudged the tip of the dildo against her asshole, she had a second of horrified realisation before the evil bitch rammed it into her anus. If Jenny had writhed and screamed before, she redoubled it now. Her pussy had taken strap-ons plenty of times before, though few as large as this and never so brutally – but her ass was untouched, as she had never liked the idea of anal intercourse. Now she had no option, and her anal virginity was ripped away as she hollered uselessly into the disgusting gag, screaming soundlessly. At the end, she briefly passed out – but not just from pain and fright, for she was swept away also by a third powerful orgasm. The raped school-teacher came round within a few seconds, to find that she had been turned over and retied, so that her head was dangling over the back of the desk. Marcella removed the gag from their limp victim and prised the black panties out of her mouth. However, instead of removing them, Marcella slipped them over Jenny’s ankles and pulled them up to her waist. The dominant black teen then instructed the teacher that she must wear them for the rest of the week, without washing them, and that the gang would check on this regularly (which they do over the next few days, on several occasions one of the trio being the last to leave her classroom and demanding a flash of her knickers before the next class comes in). Jenny felt soiled and owned, and had a glimpse of what slavery must have felt like. The teacher had been bound in such a way that her head was hanging at just the right height and angle for eating out the bitches’ pussies, and this they forced her to do by pinching her breasts and inner thighs, and even – Marcella, of course – slapping her vulnerable pussy with a ruler, first with the flat edge and then, for the last few strokes, agonisingly using its edge to swipe into Jenny’s swollen, tender vaginal cleft. The resulting muffled screams were music to Marcella’s ears, whilst the judders resulting from her attack drove Jenny’s tongue deeper into her, thus maximising her pleasure in two ways at once. After Cerise and Darby had been licked into coming in their turn, the girls untied the whimpering teacher and left her huddled on the floor, throwing her clothes on top of her – apart from the slashed knickers, which Marcella removed ‘for my collection’. As they departed, Darby gave the white woman a contemptuous poke in the ribs with her shoe, making her curl up into an even tighter ball. The lesbian rapists walked away, not even caring to give their victim a backwards glance, and their unconcerned laughter echoed down the corridor. Jenny heard Marcella say: ‘we’re gonna have some fun with this one – the lezzie bitch soaked it all up!’ Cerise’s reply, ‘yeah, she came at least twice,’ was corrected by Darby: ‘no – three times; the slut got off on the ass-fuck, too,’ at which all three laughed uproariously. The rape ends here ... but if you enjoy lesbian submission & domination, and want to know what happened afterwards, read on ... Jenny shuddered as she lay on the cold floor. She had never felt so taken, and was both traumatised and yet beneath that also somehow thrilled in parts of her psyche that she had not realised even existed. She cried softly to herself, wrapping her arms around her battered and abused breasts. It was at least ten minutes before she could summon the strength even to sit up, and longer before she pushed her bruised and tender breasts back into the bra – even the soft cubs rubbing them painfully – and pulled on her crumpled skirt, but she made no attempt to remove Marcella’s panties. She slowly buttoned her shirt, fastened her shoes, and staggered to her feet, holding onto the desk for support. Her cunt ached and throbbed, and her asshole hurt like it was on fire, and every step she took brought a stab of pain. Almost blindly, on auto-pilot, she tottered down the hallway, remembering at the last minute to return to her own classroom for the jacket and briefcase that she had abandoned there. She stopped here for a few moments at the scene where the assault had begun, and tears ran down her cheeks for the innocence that she had lost. Then she stumbled from the building, down the front steps and across to the staff parking lot – still seeing no one on the way. However, the girl gang had not yet left. When they had reached the front lobby, Marcella and Cerise peeled off to the left, entering the small office of the school security staff. It contained the sole guard on duty, a black woman in her late 30s, a former warden at the women’s prison who had resigned from that post for reasons that had never been made clear. She was nearly as tall as Marcella, and her full bust was highlighted by a waist that was still quite slim for a woman entering middle-age. ‘Have a good time, girls?’ she smirked knowingly, as she rose from her chair and gripped the crotch of Marcella’s tight denim shorts. ‘Why, nothing happened here,’ answered Marcella, unsnubbing the waistband button and jerking down the zip. The shorts tumbled down her legs to her ankles, and she deftly stepped out of them – now that Jenny was wearing her panties, there was nothing underneath. Her partly-open labia were at once receptive to the guard’s eagerly questing fingers, as the older woman replied with a grin: ‘of course not – nothing at all, it’s all been peace and quiet.’ The guard went on her knees to apply her tongue to Marcella’s slit, homing in on the clitoris with the ease of long experience. Meanwhile, her other hand was under Cerise’s skimpy skirt and inside her panties, pushing and probing for entrance there as well. The two black teens enjoyed the attentions of the mature woman, and still more when she cast aside her uniform tie, shirt and skirt, removed her panties, and proceeded to fuck each of them with a strap-on. For this, Marcella lay on her back on the small camp-bed in the rear office, pulled her knees up to her waist, gripped her ankles, and spread her thighs wide apart, opening herself up completely. Cerise liked getting it from behind as well as giving it, and for her turn she knelt on the bed and stuck her ass up in the air. Both girls were already high and wild with sexual frenzy from the rape and now, as well as rewarding the guard (for it was no coincidence that the attack had occurred on her shift), they got the release they craved, coming in turn as she expertly shafted them with the strap-on. Afterwards, relaxed and satiated, they laid the security guard down on the small bed, and Marcella ate out her cunt whilst Cerise sucked on each of her tits in turn, until the mature black woman groaned and arched her back in a rippling series of orgasms. Meanwhile, Darby sat outside in Marcella’s car in the students’ parking zone – for she submitted to no woman apart from Marcella, who had been fucking her since they both turned sixteen and had discovered their mutual lesbianism one passionate afternoon in a deserted locker-room. So it was Darby who saw and sniggered as Jenny tottered from the block entrance to her car, taking three or four attempts to get it unlocked, and then driving erratically away. Jenny drove home in a daze, attracting several angry honks of the horn for slow starts at traffic lights and poor lane-keeping. At last, she gained the refuge of her apartment, and only then did she strip off Marcella’s panties and all her other clothes, and took a long soak in a steaming hot bath. This soothed her physical aches, but did much less for her mental turmoil. Hardly knowing what she thought or felt, the young teacher put on her softest and longest nightdress and crawled into bed, curling up into a ball under the duvet. One hand clutched at her bruised and aching pussy, and the other cradled her abused breasts. For a while she cried softly to herself, but what really frightened and appalled her was not the degradation and pain that she had endured, but the pleasure and excitement that had grown as her abuse continued. Her mind kept replaying the scenes of her ravishment, the sense of helpless submission to the three tall strong girls, the sight of their black hands gripping and dominating her pale pink flesh, and the shocking memories of her triple orgasms. After an hour or so, Jenny’s tears had stopped, and almost without realising it, the hands which she had wrapped around her breasts had begun to stroke and caress them. The young teacher gave a soft moan, and then slipped out of bed. Removing the nightdress – and scarcely believing she was actually doing this – she sniffed Marcella’s panties, catching the distinctive aroma of the black athlete, and then she pulled them on. Pushing the duvet aside, Jenny lay on her back on the bed, and began fondling and stroking her own pussy. Tugging the gusset of Marcella’s panties aside, she started to finger herself. After a minute, as she began to moan, she opened the drawer beside her bed and took out the largest and longest of her two vibrators. Jenny did not switch it on, but used it to emulate the strap-on – plunging it in and out of her cunt in a hard, almost vicious rhythm. Despite the pain from the bruises – or perhaps, even more shockingly, because of them – it did not take her long to reach a massive orgasm, arching her back as she climaxed, and hearing her own voice gasping out ‘Rape me! Take me – rape me! Fucking rape me!!’ Then, in the aftermath of coming, she felt so weak and empty that she curled into a ball and began crying again, until she finally fell into a restless sleep. It was therefore with some element of anticipation, as well as much apprehension, that Miss Gibson received the next instructions from her new owners later in the week. She had accepted that she had no alternative, and had known this when Marcella first explained the honey-trap which had been sprung – which was why she had kept silent after the rape and did not cavil or demur now. Marcella’s instructions were that at eight o’clock on Saturday evening she was to stand at a particular street-corner in the centre of town, and wait to be picked up. The teacher was ordered to wear her sluttiest clothes, and she could hardly believe herself as she waited in the early evening sunshine wearing tarty red ankle boots, white fish-net stockings that were held up by a frilly pink suspender belt, a tight black plastic mini-skirt that barely went below her crotch, and a minimal red halterneck from which her tits threatened to spill out at any sudden movement. She had put a black hoop in her hair and was wearing large sunglasses, in the hope that no one would recognise her – though few of the staid teachers would stray into this area, on the edge of the red-light district. On the next corner down were clearly a trio of hookers, and Jenny was nervous as they looked at her with mounting hostility, debating how to deal with this apparent rival on their territory. The humiliated Jenny had to refuse the propositions of several kerb-crawlers, one of whom became persistent and then abusive. All of this had been calculated by Marcella’s cruel cleverness, and so Jenny was positively glad when – ten minutes late – a black Chrysler sedan pulled up in front of her, with Marcella driving and Cerise in the back seat. Marcella looked at the perspiring teacher sharply, and ordered her to remove the sunglasses. Then, with a nod and a slight smile of appreciation at the whoreish get-up, she opened the front passenger door and told the school-teacher to get in. The next instruction was pleasanter, as Jenny was told to kiss Marcella and fondle her breasts. She did this willingly, not realising that from another car across the junction, which had been parked even before the teacher arrived, Darby was filming the encounter with a high-quality video camera. She was quite an expert with it, and the resulting film would clearly show Jenny greeting Marcella with pleasure, willingly getting into the car, and then eagerly French kissing her pupil whilst groping her breasts – during all this, Cerise had ducked out of sight, so it looked as if Marcella was alone in the car. When the gang showed the teacher this film later, she sobbed in fear – but also in a kind of relief. She knew the bitches had her now, owned her completely – there was no escape, and so no point in further resistance. Whatever happened from now would not be her fault, and she would let it take her wherever her new mistresses desired. After collecting Jenny, they drove out of town for about twelve miles, Darby’s small red car leading the way. Their destination was reached after a final section which wound along narrow forest lanes, ending at an isolated cabin in the remote woodland. It belonged to Darby’s uncle, who was away serving in the army in Iraq; he was divorced and had no children, and so had asked her to look after it for him while he was away. Jenny was dragged into the garage section, where two mattresses lay on the rough concrete floor. The teacher was strapped into hand and ankle cuffs, and these were fastened by short chains and padlocks to eye-bolts that were firmly fixed into the wooden walls. She was roughly fondled whilst being fixed in place, and her panties were stripped away before her legs were secured, so that she was standing in a X-shape, her mini-skirt pushed up around her waist and her bare cunt fully exposed. Jenny remained there in a state of mingled whimpering fear and wet arousal, whilst the black teens lounged on the mattresses and rolled dice to see who would have her, in what order and how many times. Cerise was the winner, and with a whoop she came up to Jenny and jerked the halterneck over and above her breasts. Cerise gripped Jenny’s nipples, and laughed: ‘these are mine now, bitch, mine for what I want!’ This turned out to be a painful titty-fuck, and Jenny was forced onto the mattresses on her back, whilst Cerise straddled her chest and took one breast in a vice-like grip, squeezing it until the nipple jutted out prominently. Then the black girl used this roughly as you would a plastic vibrator, rubbing it up and down her slit, and pushing inside. However, Cerise stopped short of actually coming, and then flipped a squalling Jenny over onto her stomach. The black girl put on a strap-on, and before Jenny could either rise or squirm away, she took the white school-teacher from behind, with so much force that it felt like another rape, although in truth she was no longer resisting. Jenny tried to change her mind when her next assailant proved to be Darby, who turned out to have a thing for taking white women anally, but she was in a hopeless position as at least one limb – and usually two – were chained up at any given moment. Even so, Jenny flailed around wildly, shrieking at the top of her voice, whilst the other two girls forced her face-down on the mattress and pulled her legs apart. Once again Jenny felt the knob of the dildo being lined up with her asshole, and she trembled in terror of the pain it would inflict. But either she was less tight on this second anal penetration, or perhaps the wetness already on the dildo helped – for this time its entry was not as agonising, although it was still painful and frightening. During the rest of that night the black girls barely took a rest, and Jenny discovered what being gang-banged truly meant – an almost continuous round of forced, aggressive violations. By the time dawn was starting to break, around 4.00 a.m., the school-teacher had reached the end of her tether. She was exhausted, broken in spirit, aching and bruised in body, and felt she had cried enough tears to fill a bucket. Eventually even this vicious and athletically fit trio had run out of steam, though not before they had each taken the white woman at least five times, maybe more. At last, they left her to sleep on the mattress, with a blanket thrown over her, and one wrist and one ankle still chained up to make sure she did not get away. But that thought was not on her mind – instead she was reliving some of the dozen or so orgasms she had been brought to during her ordeal, even coming under the impact of Darby’s brutalising anal fucks. Late on Sunday morning, Jenny was roughly shaken awake. She was allowed to use the toilet and have a drink of water, before being straddled by Darby and then by Cerise, and ordered to lick each of them in turn to a climax. The abused teacher’s tongue and jaw ached after she finally made Cerise buck and moan and come, and she lay limply on her back. Her final fuck was to be the most monstrous of all, and the girls had a wicked gleam in their eyes as they chained her wrist and ankle cuffs to the four corners of the sweaty mattress. Even in her broken and exhausted condition, Jenny could appreciate that Marcella was a superb sight – naked, athletic, her full breasts jutting and swinging free as she moved with lithe grace, her dark skin glowing with a sheen of exercise and sexual excitement. The black girl sank to her knees between Jenny’s thighs, and began to finger the white woman’s vagina again – but even more forcefully than before, reawakening all the bruises from the previous night’s sexual marathon. Marcella first worked in two fingers, sliding all the way up to her knuckles, then a third, and then a fourth – by which point, Jenny was shivering with fear and sobbing in shame. A sharp push from Marcella elicited a howl of panic from the teacher, as the black girl sank her other finger and thumb into the young woman’s vagina, followed by the rest of her hand up to the wrist. Jenny screamed and screamed from the bruising pain and the unbelievable feeling of being stretched so wide, but it did no good. There was no need to gag her in this remote place, and in any case the solid timber walls muffled and absorbed the noise. Jenny had heard of being fisted, but it had never happened to her before and she was always rather afraid of it; now she had no choice, and she had never felt so filled up, so utterly fucked. Her protesting shrieks ran down into harsh moans, and then softer mewling noises, as her pelvis twitched and thrust in a counterpoint to the unrelenting jabs of Marcella’s arm – and, unbelievably the fisting made her come, riding higher and longer than any previous climax. ‘You fuck-slut!’ shouted Marcella, and she slapped the white woman across the face. The gang bitches left the near-catatonic teacher tied to the mattress, as they took turns in the shower – sometimes alone, sometimes, laughingly and sensually, with each other. Then they had a leisurely brunch, but gave Jenny only another drink of water and some plain dry bread, releasing her wrist restraints so that she could sit up to eat and drink. The abused white woman was barely aware of her surroundings, puffy-eyed from her tears and ashen-faced with shock, as she slowly accepted the terrible truth – the things these black dyke rapists had done to her were the most profoundly thrilling, exciting and, yes, fulfilling things that had ever happened to her, and she wanted to submit herself to them for more and more. When about an hour later Marcella came to check on her, some instinct made the gang leader aware that the psychological breaking point had been passed, that this teacher was now truly their submissive slave for whatever purpose they wanted, willing and without the need for blackmail. She cupped Jenny’s chin in her hand, looked her straight in the eyes for a long moment, and then kissed her slowly, after which she sat back on her haunches, thighs spread and the pink slit of her wet cunt open and visible, and said with satisfaction: ‘you belong to me, cunt, you hear?’ And Jenny Gibson, seven years older and far more educated, supposedly in authority over her pupil, lowered her eyes and meekly responded: ‘yes, mistress’. Marcella nodded and grunted in satisfaction, and went back to tell her cronies of the new addition to their stable. The girls had a basketball match in mid-afternoon, and so they drove back to the city, pausing on their way to push Jenny out of the car outside her condo. The battered teacher was barely able to walk to the lift and along the corridor to her apartment door; once inside, she fell to her hands and knees, and crawled first to the bathroom and then into the bedroom, whimpering as every moment set off a fresh ache or pain in either her breasts, her pussy or her anus. By resting quietly for the rest of the day, she managed to get to work on Monday, wearing a trouser suit and long-sleeve top to hide the bruises, and explaining her limp with a story about slipping on the wet bathroom floor. She did not have to wait all week until her next submission to her new mistress’s commands. On Wednesday, Marcella ordered her to wait after school in her own classroom, and she sat there for nearly 30 minutes wavering between hope that the bitch had forgotten her and disappointment that she might have done so. Of course, Marcella had not, but she surprised Jenny by arriving together with the tough and dykeish black security guard. Miss Gibson was ordered to her knees, and to kiss Marcella’s feet and work upwards from there. Although she gave a glance, half apprehensive and half ashamed, at the security guard, Jenny obeyed without hesitation. Marcella hoisted her skirt above her waist, revealing that she wore no panties – they were actually somewhere under the camp-bed in the security office, where she and the guard had enjoyably spent the last fifteen minutes, whilst she gave time for Jenny to stew in her own juices. The young teacher did not hesitate to apply her tongue to the girl’s pussy, and worked hard enough on it to earn some moans and gasps, and a flood of wetness onto her tongue. Then she was told to remove her skirt and panties, and bend over her own desk, face down and legs spread apart. Marcella pulled Jenny’s blouse up around her breasts, and then – with the guard lolling against the doorway, and appreciatively savouring every moment – she took Jenny rough and hard with a strap-on, gripping the young teacher’s hair and forcing her to arch her back. After Marcella worked herself to orgasm – during which time Jenny came at least twice – she instructed the school-teacher to crawl on her hands and knees over to the guard. The mature black woman unzipped and removed her uniform skirt, took off her shirt and tie, and slipped her skimpy panties down her legs – leaving her munificent F-cup breasts in the support of their plunge bra. For a while the security guard enjoyed the oral stimulation, turned on by having one of the proud and snotty white bitch teachers, who normally walked past her almost without seeing her, humbled and lapping at her cunt. Then Marcella handed her the strap-on, and Jenny found out the difference between a fucking from a girl (good as Marcella was) and a real shafting from an experienced, muscular, mature and heavy woman. It was like being riven through with a hammered spike, but one that targeted the clitoris and every erogenous zone in her lower body – she shrieked and thrashed and jerked, but was held in a vice-like grip by the black woman’s powerful hands on her hips. In the end, Jenny fainted, a collapse which gave the guard one of the best orgasms of the year. Leaving Jenny crumpled on the floor, to recover and leave in her own time, the younger and older dominant black lesbians walked away, arm in arm, to continue their mutual love-making. The final part of Jenny’s initiation into her new world of submission came on the following Saturday. She was again told to dress like a whore, but this time was collected from her own flat, ducking swiftly into the car in the hope that none of her neighbours saw her slutty outfit. Marcella drove, with Darby in the front seat next to her; Jenny sat in the back with Cerise, who promptly unzipped and shucked off her miniscule mini-skirt and lacy thong, spread her legs open, and ordered the teacher to go down on her. Jenny did so avidly, loving the taste of Cerise’s pink slit and the unmistakeable aroma of black-girl cunt, and for this reason she did not even see which neighbourhood they drove to. When the car pulled up, they were in a modest but quite respectable suburban street of quite small, neat houses. They left the car, Marcella and Darby leading the way, then Jenny, with Cerise following behind once she had slipped her skirt back on. They strolled up the steps to the porch and then – unexpectedly to Jenny – neither knocked on the main door or rang a bell, but opened it and walked straight in. The girls stopped inside the hallway, and Jenny had her second surprise. There, clearly waiting for them, was a woman kneeling on the floor, her forehead pressed against it and her hands stretched out in front of her, in a pose of complete submission. This was confirmed by her following words: ‘I am at your command, my mistresses’. The woman was completely naked except for a strange harness of thin leather straps, which wove around the top of each leg and criss-crossed her back (it had the same X shape at the font, crossing between her breasts, but Jenny could not see this yet), and both of these straps were fastened to a wider belt around her waist. The belt had several brass rings for chains or padlocks, as did the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and she also wore a leather neck collar from which a silver chain dangled. Finally, her feet were encased in a pair of street-whore strappy black shoes with four inch heels. Jenny had a slight feeling of recognition when the woman spoke, but even so she was not prepared for her third and biggest shock. After the woman had kissed and licked the feet of all three of the black girl-gang, Darby ordered her to ‘get up, bitch!’ As she rose to a kneeling position, the woman’s face was revealed – and Jenny was stunned to discover that she was another teacher from the high school: Ms Mourinhas. Jenny did not know her well – did not even know her first name for certain, as they had only been introduced once – but she had been aware of her. Ms Mourinhas – Corinna, yes, that was her name – was a science teacher in her late 20s, maybe just 30, a Hispanic woman with beautiful dark eyes and long straight black hair, and most of all a full, lush, busty figure. Seeing her now almost nude, Jenny gasped at the swell of the long pendulous breasts which now swung gloriously into full view, and felt her own panties drench at the sight. Corinna looked at her in equal, if not greater shock, until Jenny blushed and looked at the floor – she was aware that she was quite a sight in thigh-high black shiny boots, purple hot pants and a skimpy white halter-neck top. Marcella laughed uproariously at the dismay and discomfort of the two school-teachers, and pushed Jenny back against the wall of the hall. Without resistance from the stunned young teacher, Marcella jerked the hot pants open and pulled them to her knees and then shoved a finger into the bare pussy underneath. Jenny gave a yowl from the rough intrusion, but otherwise remained still, even trying to arch her legs open a bit further. Corinna’s mouth fell open at this evidence of lesbian submission, and a gleam came into her eye. The two women were then taken into the living room of Corinna’s house, and here Jenny was given a matching slave-harness and told to put it on. Next Jenny was ordered to lie down on the floor on her back, spreading her legs wide open, and Corinna was told to get on top of her in the 69 position – but neither teacher was to put their tongue to the other’s pussy until Marcella gave permission. The three black teens slipped chains through the buckles on the belts of the two women, drawing them tight and fixing them together with padlocks. Then they chained Jenny’s wrist cuffs to Corinna’s ankle cuffs, and vice versa. The two white women were now almost immobile, their breasts pressed flat into each other’s stomachs, and their mouths within reach of each other’s vaginas. Once they were fastened, Marcella told them to start licking, whilst the gang of three lounged on the sofa, laughing and drinking beers from the kitchen refrigerator. Corinna had a shaven cunt, and Jenny could easily penetrate her slit without needing to use her hands, and fortunately the older teacher was adept enough to find Jenny’s clitoris quite quickly. However, before they could take each other to a climax, the three black teenagers donned strap-ons, and began a gang-rape of their captive teachers. They took the woman who was on top, with her ass jutting up so invitingly. The pace was relentless: as soon as one of them had fucked her, they pulled out and their successor rammed her dildo in unmercifully. As Jenny was underneath, she had a close-up view of the ravaging of Corinna, who was first on the menu. The younger teacher watched breathtakingly as the black bodies thrust savagely into the older white woman’s cunt, their flat stomach muscles and the front plate of the strap-on smacking against Corinna’s slightly fleshy buttocks with each inwards thrust. The Hispanic teacher tried to devote her attention to probing Jenny’s pussy with her tongue, but this was frequently interrupted by her gasps or shrieks of pain – especially when Darby fucked her anally. Jenny nearly swooned as she watched this – she had never seen lesbian anal sex before, never mind at a range of about six inches. This viewpoint left nothing to the imagination – or to Jenny’s disquieting realisation that she would soon be receiving the same treatment. And so it was: once the trio had all had a turn on Corinna, Marcella shouted gleefully ‘roll ’em, cowgirls!’, and with a sudden jerk the bound and chained women were shoved sideways, so that Corinna was underneath and it was Jenny’s sweet tender pussy and ass that were up for taking next. This time the order changed, and to Jenny’s horror Darby went first – the teacher was still appalled at the idea of anal sex, never mind done so violently, and it damaged her the most both physically and mentally. The black girls just laughed at her sobs and pleading, which only aroused them to treat her even more cruelly. ‘Nailed her!’ shouted Darby in triumph, as Jenny’s body shuddered in obvious climax simultaneously with the black bitch achieving her own orgasm. Whilst one of the teen gang was fucking the teacher who was on top, the other two amused themselves by reaching in between the two bound women and tweaking or pinching their soft breasts. The orgy of lust and racial domination continued for nearly two hours – a relentless, crucifying series of rape-induced orgasms, driving the two helpless victims nearly to collapse, and rooting them ever more firmly into abject sexual submissiveness. When the girls were finished, they removed the chains and ropes, and then told the two humbled white teachers that they had been ‘good fuck-slaves’; as a reward, Jenny could stay overnight with Corinna, if the older woman wanted her. Jenny looked hopefully at the full-breasted Hispanic woman, and was relieved to see a gleam of lust come into her eyes. ‘Oh, yes,’ said Corinna, falling to her knees and profusely thanking her mistress, ‘I’ll have her – I’ll give her the education she needs’. Then the two teachers took up the posture of submission, kneeling on the hall floor, foreheads to the floor and their tits brushing the carpet, until their beautiful black dominas had left.

The Club Chapter 1 - Welcome I was out on my own. I had moved away from my family and to a new town. Not earning enough to stay anywhere but a guest house where I could only afford to rent one bedroom. I was working two part-time jobs but it was a start. Eighteen and being out on my own felt good. I had a room on the second floor and there was a communal bathroom. The other people there were all long-term residents. They all seemed nice. They ranged in age and sex. There was a very elderly lady in her 80's I would have said. She had all these small terriers that she carried around in a basket and on little leashes. Her name was Mrs. Stein. There was a couple in their 70's. They were Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. A man who was about 50 who also had a dog, larger though. His name was Mr. Savage. And then the couple who ran the place, I thought they were in their 40's. They also had a dog. They were Mr. and Mrs. Black. Everyone had been very nice to me. I had been there several weeks and had gotten used to the routine. The guest house offered group meals and I participated in the evening meal. There was also a TV lounge for the guests. I had traded in my two part-time jobs for one job with more regular hours so I was spending more evenings in the TV lounge and around the residents. I was often exhausted though from my work hours and would go to bed early. I was especially tired on weekends, several times needing to head to bed not long after dinner. I didn't have friends of my own age in town. I didn't know anyone at all. I was lonely. It was Friday so I announced my intention to skip dinner and decided to go out to the local pub. I got hit on by a few of the men there. But I was too shy to take anyone up on their offers. It got me aroused though. I was desperate for some attention. There was a sex shop nearby and I popped in there on my way back to the guest house. I was browsing the toys and the comics, getting more turned on when I looked up and saw Mr. Savage in there and he saw me. He was heading to the register. I was embarrassed, blushing furiously. I was looking at some really kinky stuff. I would have been embarrassed just being in there but him seeing me look at that... He didn't say anything but made his purchase and left. I decided to make my purchase anyway; I only had enough cash for a simple vibrator. Mr. Savage was the 50-year-old resident. I liked him. I wasn't sure why exactly. There was a curfew at the guest house and I made it back in time. I got upstairs, used the communal bathroom and headed back to my room. I had left my door open and found Mr. and Mrs. Black's dog in my room. This happened often. I had been told if I didn't mind, that I could let him sleep in the room. I liked dogs and it was nice to have the company, so I let him stay. I didn't want anyone to hear the vibrator so I put my music on softly and I started to masturbate. I had stripped naked and was lying spread eagle. The cold air hitting my wet pussy. Billy the dog immediately jumped up on the bed and started licking my thighs close to my pussy. It startled me. I pushed him back down off the bed. I started again, got a little further along, rubbing my clit and thrusting it in and out, and again he jumped up. I was ready for him this time so I wasn't startled and I couldn't help notice as weird as it was to have a dog lick me, that it felt good, really good. I pushed him back off but I knew it was with reluctance. Billy and I repeated this dance several times. But as I got closer to my orgasm, it got harder to stop him. And then I just couldn't, I couldn't stop him. I didn’t have the willpower. I was getting close to a climax and he jumped back up and his tongue lapped at me and it was a sensation like nothing I had ever felt and it pushed me over the edge. But not just over the edge, it pushed me to a greater climax than I had ever felt. I was at once elated and mortified. I didn't know what to think or do. I lay there panting. I had really had to suppress my desire to make a noise. After a while I just couldn't help myself, Billy was just lying there between my legs. I did it again. I started masturbating and he started licking me enthusiastically. This time actually getting his tongue on my clit and inside my pussy several times. I almost didn't need the vibrator. I had to cover my mouth with one of my hands it was so intense. I lay there exhausted when I was finished and had cum again. I nodded off like that with the dog between my legs and the vibrator still inside me. I must have had more to drink than I realized or I don't think they would have been able to restrain me as they did. I woke up because the vibrator had been turned back on, but when I tried to move I couldn't. I went to speak and a ball gag was roughly placed in my mouth. My legs were spread wide and tied to the bedposts and my arms were tied to the posts over my head. I was disoriented and scared. It was Mrs. Black who stepped forward, still dressed. Her eyes ran over my naked body. "We're all one nice big happy family here my dear. And we've made the decision to make you a member. Show her the photos my darling." It wasn't Mr. Black who responded to the "darling" but Mr. Savage. I knew he enjoyed photography. He had shown me some of his nature photographs, they were amazing. Now what he held in front of me were pictures of me. They were so candid and yet looked professional, almost posed. The mirrors must have been two-way or something else in my room and the bathroom, they were rigged somehow. Countless nude and semi-nude pictures. They had been watching me. I was humiliated. They had been watching me pee, everything! But it got worse. They had been watching me tonight with Billy. I might have been able to stand up in front of someone and say, they broke the law, they've been taking pictures of me without my permission, but not that. I could never let anyone see that I let a dog do that to me! And they knew it. That's why they were here. Maybe they had never planned on doing something like this and Billy had made it possible for them. I didn't know. But I was theirs now. She could see it in my eyes, they all could. She still asked. "Do you submit?" There were tears coming down my cheeks but I nodded my head. For the first time, I looked around the room completely. I realized they were all there. All of them. Even old Mrs. Stein. Except for Mrs. Stein, they all started stripping their clothes off. She just sat in the corner with a smile and watched. They pulled in some more chairs so everyone was comfortable. Mr. Black and Mr. Savage put a bolster under me to raise my midsection up. "It isn't that we doubt your word my dear but we need to seal your commitment. Having your pussy licked by a dog is certainly taboo but actually being fucked by a dog, now that is really taboo, in many places illegal." Mrs. Black spoke so calmly. My eyes widened in fear but rising up in me too was a perverse sense of excitement. I noticed now that Mr. Savage's dog was in the room too. "He does like a nice juicy pussy. He also has been trained to go after his Master's cum so we are going to make you cum and George, Mr. Savage, will fuck you and cum over you and that will excite Rex and then we will get plenty of pictures of your first time with a dog. We are all very excited my dear. I think you will enjoy it. So please try and relax." Mr. and Mrs. Johnson came over and explored me for a moment. Grabbing my breasts. "You are going to like these, my dear," he told his elderly wife, she nodded pulling hard on my nipples. "She pushed her fingers inside my pussy. I couldn't help it; I knew I was really wet. "Oh, she's lovely and tight, oh yes; I think we are all going to enjoy having this young one join our group." She smiled down at me in such a kindly and everyday manner, I almost smiled back, although it would have been hard with the gag in my mouth. I didn't understand why I liked having them do this. What did this mean? They were so much older than me and they were forcing me to do this. Why did it feel so good? Why was my body so alive? My mind was spinning. I felt dizzy, confused. I had fantasies of being tied up and fucked. Is that why I was enjoying this? But those were fantasies, this was really happening? I felt my body yelling back at me to shut the fuck up!!! While all these thoughts rushed through my head, I had paid no attention to what was happening. I suddenly felt the vibrator being pulled out. Mrs. Black and Johnson said they wanted the spreader bar. They wanted better access to her ass, my ass. Everyone seemed to agree and I was soon manipulated into the cuffs of the spreader. Then my legs were raised over my head and attached to a hook. The hook had seemed so innocent before now. Like the sort of thing you hang a light or a plant on. I didn't expect to be hung on it myself! They started playing with my ass. I squirmed. I had never had anything in my ass before. The two women were kneeling on either side of me and focused on their task. First pushing their fingers into me slowly. It was a new sensation. Taking turns. I squirmed and moaned. They had me well lubricated. They told me to relax. After a while I did and it started to feel good, really good. Once they knew I was enjoying it, they moved on to something a little bigger. They started playing with a slender glass dildo. It wasn't very big but to me, it felt enormous. But once they had it in and were working me with it and got me to relax, again it felt amazing. Then they pushed a larger more powerful vibrator in my pussy. I wasn't used to anything like that. I had never been able to afford a vibrator that powerful. It was also high-quality silicone and it felt wonderful. I never understood that it would feel so different. I didn't ever want to be fucked with a regular vibrator again. Mrs. Johnson put another vibrator on my clit and said simply "Now you just cum when you are ready dear, that should feel very nice." The other two women were pounding me. I had never felt anything like it. My whole body was shaking; Mr. Savage put a firm hand on me to keep me in place. That only aroused me more. The orgasm ripped through me. I screamed and screamed around the gag. I was still cumming when they removed the vibrators and Mr. Savage thrust his cock into my pussy. He thrust with such force it hurt a little at first and almost knocked the wind out of me. The room was filled with the sound of him slapping hard against me. He put his hand on my throat. He applied a little pressure and I loved it. I thought he was going to cum inside me. I know I shouldn't have but I wanted him to but instead, when he was ready, he pulled out and shot his cum all over my pussy and ass. Then rubbed it in. The dog was whining. I guess he had smelled his Master's cum. Mr. Savage spoke, glancing at his dog. "Yes, it was an interesting training experiment, getting Rex to fuck a bitch with my cum and not a bitch's scent. It took a while, patience, but it was satisfying and highly entertaining. I mixed my cum with the scent and slowly reduced the amount of bitch's scent present. In the end, he responded to my cum just as he would a bitch in heat. So you right now are our little bitch in heat and you are going to be fucked like one. I want you to know how sexy I think this is." He bent and kissed me. "Don't be scared. Enjoy it for me. Can you do that? I would like to remove the restraint so we can put you in the proper position. Will you be a good girl for me?" I couldn't help myself. Tears were streaming down my face but I was nodding in agreement. They removed the restraints but left the gag on me. "Get on all fours like a good little bitch, come on now. Now stick your pretty little ass up in the air. Good. Now arch your back a little more. Excellent." He slapped my breasts. Then forced his fingers into both my ass and my pussy. I moaned. "Let him up, Henry. I'm ready for him." He pulled his fingers out suddenly and I felt the dog’s wet nose and tongue probing my pussy. He was whining and he barked and let out a low growl. I felt the dog mounting me, his warm furry body against mine. Then I felt what I could only assume was the dog's cock probing me frantically. I felt the dog's breath on me. Its legs locked around me. It was overwhelming. Mr. Savage was there and he guided the cock into my pussy and as soon as it was inside me it started thrusting so hard and fast. It wasn't large but the speed... and the obscenity of it. My pussy was on fire. "That's it, boy, get her boy." Mr. Savage encouraged his dog. "Get your little bitch." I saw him take the camera from Mr. Black. I hadn't noticed he was already taking pictures of me. Now Mr. Savage took over. Snapping me from all angles. Close-ups and full body shots. I couldn't help looking right into the camera for him. I was losing myself. I looked around. All the men had hard cocks. The women rubbing each other and watching me. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. I didn't know much about dogs. I felt his cock starting to swell up inside me. Its thrusts became less frantic. It swelled bigger and it pushed and pulled on me in unfamiliar ways. It felt huge. Then I felt cum shooting inside me but this wasn't like anything I had felt before. It was hot and there seemed to be so much of it. It went on for what seemed an age and it felt amazing. I closed my eyes and I came with the dog. I couldn't hold back any longer. I screamed and shook. For the moment not caring about the audience or the photos, just the incredible sensations, it felt so damned good. How could I not give into them? The dog had swelled up so much and my pussy was so tight it tried to pull free and quickly Mr. Savage stopped him. Holding him in place. Not wanting him to hurt me. I was relieved. I didn't really register how long it took. But eventually, we were separated. I thought I would have time to recover. Be left alone. I am not really sure what I thought. I had forgotten that I had seen them all so aroused. I hadn't realized that they intended to use me to sate their appetite. Mr. Black came in with some kind of contraption. I was pulled off the bed and strapped into it. It was heavy with a wide base. It had a beam wide enough for my torso, two straps held me on there. There were arms to tie and spread wide my legs behind me. My breasts hung off the end. My hands were bound behind my back. It was not that comfortable. I felt exposed and helpless. The gag was removed and I was given something to drink. I needed to pee but I was too embarrassed to say. They replaced that gag with another that held my mouth open wide. There was no talking, they just used me. Taking turns. Taking more pictures. I had a cock rammed down my throat and one in my pussy. I had never experienced anything like it. Only in my fantasies. The cock in my mouth wasn't anything like the blowjobs I had given. The open mouth gag gave them complete access and they were just using my mouth the same way they would my pussy. Going deep into my throat. Cutting off my air at times. Spit was pouring out of my mouth. And my god I loved it. I absolutely loved it. I felt hands pulling on my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. Spanking my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I wasn't even sure what was probing my ass, something was and I had no idea what. But it all felt amazing and I had another orgasm. I couldn't help it. It was Mr. Black who had his cock in my mouth and he fed me his cum, told me not to lose a drop and I found myself obeying him and not wanting to disappoint him. "You are a good little slut. We are very lucky to have found you." He stroked my head. Mr. Johnson fed me his cock next. I had never imagined enjoying a man so much older than me, but I did. I didn't just like it, I loved it. Something else was starting to thrust in and out of my pussy and Mr. Johnson saw the confused look on my face. "Relax my dear. That is Eleanor, she has a strap-on. Everyone is going to try you out tonight." I couldn't see her but now I knew Mrs. Black was thrusting some kind of dildo in and out of my pussy. It was driving me wild. I still couldn't tell what was in my ass but now it was vibrating and being pushed deeper. I could hardly stand it. Mrs. Johnson came into my field of vision with a big vibrator, "this is a Magic Wand my dear and you will come to love it. It will take you places you never knew existed. It will be part of your daily regimen with a few exceptions. I am going to go easy on you tonight though my lovely sweet girl, don't worry." And she kissed me on my forehead and squeezed my breast. I tensed. It had looked so powerful and I was already so overwhelmed. But then there were five pairs of hands stroking me and soothing me. Then even Mrs. Stein was up and gently rubbing one of my breasts. While Mrs. Johnson had been talking the vibrator in my ass was turned off, now it was turned back on. I wasn't quite sure what was happening around my pussy, it felt empty. I wanted something in it so badly. Mr. Johnson saw me trying to look back but he was gently but firmly holding my head and now pushing his cock back into my mouth and down my throat. Then to my relief, I felt a cock sliding into my pussy. I knew it must be Mr. Savage. It felt so wonderful. My initiation continued for a while. I was exhausted. But they were all satisfied it seemed. I was removed from the restraints and led to the bathroom. It now made more sense to me that the bathroom was so large. It had seemed odd. They must enjoy group activities I thought. I was put in the large shower stall where they could all see and ordered to pee. I looked blankly back. Mr. Black spoke "Don't be silly now. You know we have been watching you. We have already seen you pee. Squat down and spread your legs properly, that's it, now your outer lips, perfect, good girl. Just relax. You don't want me to come in there and spank you, or do you?" He smiled down at me. I was breathing hard, trying hard to pee. They were all staring at me. Nothing happened. I was so desperate to pee. "Right George, give me a hand." They stepped in and bent me over between them. "You spank her George, I am going to apply some pressure." Mr. Savage started spanking me hard. Mr. Black started forcing his fingers into my wet sore pussy. He pressed down on my bladder from the inside and used his other hand to press up from the outside. "Come on you lovely little whore let it out, you can feel me squeeze you can't you. Give me what I want. You can't hold back, you know you have to let go. You're going to pee all over me slut, come on. NOW!!" I couldn't hold back, I didn't want to. I just let go. It was so humiliating but at the same time felt intensely satisfying. Like so many other things that night, I didn't understand it and didn't care. I just let it happen. "Lovely sweetheart, well done. You are a good girl. Let's get you cleaned up. I was soaped up and cleaned thoroughly and dried off. Taken back to my room. I was made to drink a lot of water down. Mrs. Black put a fresh sheet on the bed. The men headed off but the women stayed behind. "Just a little alone time for us girls my dear." Mrs. Black laid down at the top of the bed and pulled me to her. "I want you to nurse on my breasts." She pushed me to her. I had never sucked a woman's breasts but I had always wanted to. I pulled my head back in surprise, there was milk! She smiled at the look on my face. "Time for your feeding dear, come on." I settled down onto her breast and found myself suckling on her contently. Mrs. Johnson pushed my legs apart and started licking my pussy. It wasn't anything like the dogs. She was skilled, making me squirm as she did things to every part of my pussy. Leaving no part of it neglected. "That's enough for tonight I think. Now we need to get you ready for bed. They pulled out a diaper and some plugs. "You will be restrained tonight so we will put you in a diaper. The diaper is there to be used, don't be shy. We will clean you up when we get you in the morning." They stood and discussed the plugs. Mr. Savage came in and looked at the scene. "You're being indecisive, hurry up and decide I am tired and want to go to bed." They continued to debate. He strode over. Give me those, I say leave them both in, she needs the practice and with that, he pushed them both inside me firmly. Kissing me on my pussy lips and then my cheek. Good night my dear. And off he went. The ladies finished my diaper covered me up and kissed me goodnight. I was almost asleep when Mr. Savage came in and said he just couldn't let me spend my first night alone. I thought he meant he was staying but he let the dogs in. They laid down beside me. One on each side. He smiled at me and left.

Derrick was still in shock, what in the hell was going on? Reaching out again Derrick touched Mary's arm, again snatching his hand back. Sitting there a minute Derrick's face showed his confusion then a wide smile lit up his face. "Shelby, has anyone had access to access to my brain amplifier?" Derrick asked expecting her to tell him that someone had. "No Derrick all data on it is still in secure files within my mainframe, I haven't detected any incursion into any of those." Shelby reported a few moments later to an astonished Derrick. Derrick nodded thinking a moment, "Alright how did they do it? They're smart, a hell of a lot smarter than I was. I also know for a fact that neither had ever had access to technology this advanced. I need to talk to them right now." Derrick ordered. There was a momentary pause, and then holograms of both Kimison and Rayburn popped up. Both bowed, "Yes Sire you wanted us?" "Uh huh." Derrick mumbled as he looked at both of them. "So you recalled my brain amplifier I see." A smirking Derrick told an opened mouth Rayburn. "So both of you are on board Tempro, no," Derrick said raising a hand to stop Rayburn's denial. "I'm not mad though I should be!" Derrick looked over at first, a wide eyed, and then laughing his ass off Hartwell said, "Still sticking your noses into everything huh?" "Really I don't see what's so damn funny!" Derrick said a little frustrated that things were starting to progress without him. "What else have you two got?" Derrick asked still a little steamed. "Well," Kimison started, a huge smile brightening up his face. "There is this, a triple output particle beam weapon; I'd say the destructive force is close to three times the normal particle beams on board the ships. It works better with the power amplifier and stabilizer. Problem is I'm still getting a massive amount of feedback causing it to overload." "Have you tried a regulator? That would limit the amount of power into the firing chamber when the feedback starts." Derrick said a suddenly serious look on his face, as he told Kimison who had a startled look on his face. "So I take it you only had Tempro to download? Not bad, you have actually made advances that will go a long way. Ok, what else?" Kimison was still startled as he started to write with a flurry. Rayburn nodded holding up another small piece of metal slightly larger than the shield emitter. "I started this right after the shield emitter. It is a micro IMT though with all the refinements we have had to make I'm not sure any more. Cutting down on the weight has helped but the power output if still far too high for the micro-generator." Derrick looked over the plans that Rayburn was showing him. Yes, what they had accomplished was indeed a hell of a lot more help to him than they realized. Still looking over the plans a look of clarity lit up Derrick's eyes, "I think I see the flaw in your design Rayburn," Derrick told him. "If you reroute the power through a smaller version of the re-doubler, then I think it will work. At present what kind of range does it have?" Rayburn smiled the idea that Derrick had given him already had his mind working toward a solution. "At present because of the drain it has only worked to a thousand meters. With the idea you have given me though I think we may be able to extend it to a few miles." A now broadly smiling Rayburn said. Derrick nodded he had thought so too. "I have to say very good work; I also give you permission to access the library of either Zan or Sherry. Be careful I know you both want to help, but..." "Yes I know Sire," Rayburn replied. "We both know of you training your mind to take more information than almost anyone we have seen. Taking all of Tempro damn near fried Kimison's mind, then again he forgot a few safety guards." Derrick nodded then signed off. Looking at the solid hologram of Mary he sighed, great a solid holographic babysitter! Sitting up he saw that Greeson had finally progressed past the sixth level and was steadily gaining in the seventh. Damn Derrick thought he keeps this up I'll have to make him an officer. I just hope he isn't like Dempsy and turn it down every time. Snapping his fingers Derrick shook his head, Shelby's programs were good, but Dempsy was far better of a teacher. If he's sober enough Derrick thought with a smile. Calling Hartwell, Derrick described his idea to him, with a broad smile Hartwell agreed. Dempsy was nursing a hell of a hangover. Holy shit the device that Shelby had given him made the sweetest, most potent liquor he'd ever tasted! Sighing as he looked at the half full bottle next to his bed he had to report soon. Damn it he wished his head would clear faster. He'd just gotten to engineering when the 'special' communicator went off. "Yes Sire, not too good right now hung over as hell." Dempsy said into it. "I don't give a crap! Get your ass ready! I am transferring you to the emperor's command ship. Damn it! I said step up sergeant!" Hartwell's voice was barking out orders over the communicator. "Damn it sir!" Dempsy was whispering into the communicator. "You promised you wouldn't bring that up! I'm happy being a lowly crewman!" "That doesn't matter now, you are here by promoted to Second Lieutenant, now get your ass ready your ride will be there in a moment!" Hartwell said a wide smile on his face. "WHAT!!??? I don't..." Dempsy started. "I said that doesn't matter! The emperor needs you in an officer capacity. Now be ready or Thomas is going to take you like you are." Hartwell interrupted. In a low voice Hartwell and Derrick could hear Dempsy complaining, "Christ busting my head and balls when I am hung over I never disturbed them..." "What was that Lieutenant?" Derrick's voice suddenly came from the communicator. Startled Dempsy straightened up, "nothing Sire I'll be ready." Derrick was again about to fall out of his chair he'd always got a kick out of the man. Suddenly serious Derrick told Hartwell, "I damn sure hope he can teach them at least half of what he knows. Then again I think that Greeson might actually provide a challenge to Dempsy." "He might but Dempsy has continued to train, I believe he went back to his master to learn more recently. He just might surprise you Sire." Hartwell said hoping that Dempsy was as good as he thought the man was. Dempsy had barely managed to gather up everything in his bag when several alarms went off. Running Dempsy made the bridge just as Thomas made contact. "I was sent by the emperor to retrieve newly promoted Lieutenant Dempsy. Ah there he is!" With that Dempsy was suddenly standing in another of those ships. "Glad to see you could join us Lieutenant!" Thomas said behind him. Dempsy could only nod as he lovingly ran his hands over several of the panels that were part of Conner. "It is just as beautiful as I remember it!" Dempsy was whispering. Thomas could only roll his eyes. Conner appeared a moment later, "I thank you sir, it has been a very long time since someone appreciated my systems. I dare say you are the first since the emperor was here." Again all Dempsy could do was nod as he stared at more and more of what was Conner. "Thank you," Thomas heard Dempsy whisper. "You're welcome I think." Thomas said with a wide smile. Dempsy shook his head then looked at the command seat. "Is that you sir?" he said. "Cut the sir crap I am just plan Thomas now. Alright Conner trans-warp!" There was a familiar whine then they were coming up on the other three ships. "Sire we're back with him." Thomas reported with a smile. "Though I think he is in love with all the systems here." There was a minute of chuckles then they heard, "Alright Shelby." Dempsy blinked, then again as he looked at Derrick and Hartwell. Screwing up his face a moment Dempsy stated, "Look Sire I appreciate the promotion but I liked where and what I am. I really have to protest..." Derrick got a suddenly serious face and pointed at Dempsy. "I don't care; I need you as an officer for this mission. Afterward if you want to be busted down, then that can be arranged also. Though you might reconsider after you see the pay raise you get." Dempsy was shaking his head. He really didn't give a crap about the money; to him it was duty and nothing else. (Then again, he smiled; a hell of a lot of booze helped also.) "Mission? What can I do that you would need me for? I love tech true but Kimison and Rayburn have always been better at it than me. If you remember, I failed strategy and tactics in officer's school that was why they kicked me out." Dempsy smiled, well that plus the fact that he'd taken a few of the other officers daughters out. They had all been drinking and end up semi-nude in one of the girls apartments. "I'm no good at command that is both you and the admiral here. I am no pilot like Thomas, what can I possibly offer that you would need?" Dempsy replied becoming more and more confused. Derrick smiled, "Shelby robotic sparring partner, level 11, safeties off, set to kill!" Dempsy looked at Derrick and Hartwell like they had lost their minds, "Let's see if you're as good as I have heard you are." Hartwell said then smiled. Dempsy was suddenly in a more defensive position. The robot charged with almost blazing speed, then just as suddenly was laying in three pieces at Dempsy's feet. "Damn that was slow!" Dempsy said as he looked at the mess at his feet. Suddenly a moment of clarity lit up his face. "So you wish for me to protect you Sire? It would be an honor!" Both Derrick and Hartwell were grinning from ear to ear. "Well something like that. How do you feel about teaching?" Derrick said his smile growing by the second. A dark, brooding female figure, moved through the shadows as she advanced through the Taiolan sect. Disgusting she thought, moving like a breeze deeper into the complex. In the main room she watched as the new leader gave orders. Waiting her chance she struck with an almost unimagined speed. The leader smiled as he blocked all 105 of the deadly strikes the woman threw at him. "Ah! Good I see that you have kept up with your skills." The leader's mouth twisted into an evil smile. A low, almost whispering voice answered, "I told you if you ever contacted me, it had better be worth my time. Either way I may kill you anyway. You are a bastard, I no longer work for nor do I owe the sect anything. My time is far more valuable than yours!" Sighing, the leader nodded, she had been their best assassin when he was nearing completion of his training. "I take it you have heard of the new emperor?" When the woman only nodded the leader continued. "We have been paid a substantial fortune to rid the galaxy of him. It has been said that the man has plans to remove both assassin sects. He has already seriously hurt several of the pirate clans." "What do I care if they rid the galaxy of you? You and the other sect often interfere with my plans." The woman's whispering voice drifted through the air. "You know the new emperor is Derrick O'Toma?" The leader told her another evil smile crossing his lips. A hiss not unlike nails on a chalk board issued from her lips. "You have an agreement, for this bastard no fee, this one time only." Moving far swifter than he thought she could she had a thin blade to his throat. Then the leader felt a pin prick near his genitals. "Remember and never bother me again!" With that she was gone like smoke before a stiff breeze. The leader smiled then wiped the thin line of blood from his neck. Nodding his head yes, she would kill the bastard she had a blood oath against him as much as the leader did. Thinking of the woman he remembered back to the war, he'd been so close to ending his half brother and his smart ass friend. Then there was that bastard O'Toma, the leader had almost gotten his revenge when the son of a bitch stepped in. The day the leader had been arrested his wife had left him spitting in his face. She'd promised to kill him after she had the revenge their dead son deserved. Ah! Sweet memories the leader thought, just seeing his wife again had helped to refuel his hatred of O'Toma that much more. Dempsy sighed as he stood in the center of the room, starting his katas. This whole thing smelled fishy as he blocked and flung two bodies to the ground. Really he thought what in the hell did he expect. Dodging a kick and putting another four on the mat. A freaking Lieutenant! Damn the commander to hell! Why couldn't he just be a plain crewman? This time he actually had to stop his Katas hmmm Dempsy thought this one has a lot of potential! With a loud thud Greeson hit the mat extremely hard. Holy shit! Who was this man? He moved a lot like his teacher. Springing up Greeson prepared to attack again when the man wagged his finger at him then shook his head. A startled look filled Greeson's eyes as his legs started to wobble then he fell to the floor. Derrick and Hartwell cringed as they watched Dempsy put the man to the mat the first time. Though the second time they both were in pain when Greeson hit the floor. Derrick breathed a sigh of relief when Dempsy pressed a knuckle into Greeson's back. Derrick was thinking stay down son, and then shook his head when Greeson fell forward into Dempsy's arms. Sighing Dempsy moved to the gasping Greeson's back and lightly pressed a knuckle into a spot on the man's back. The man nodded to Dempsy and again tried to regain his feet. Sighing Dempsy just stood there, ‘damn this is a tough one,’ he thought. Then he nodded as the man fell forward into Dempsy's arms. Well I tried to warn him Dempsy thought. Kimison and Rayburn had already started on the ideas that Derrick had given them. With any luck they'd have the micro IMT ready after the emperor left the first nobles place. Kimison felt bad that he and Rayburn had abandoned the project that Mary had wanted them to work on. Though he realized that it was of the upmost importance, they wouldn't be much good if they were both dead. Rayburn made more adjustments then started the micro-generator again slowly he started to add power. This time the micro re-doubler kicked in half way through the cycle. ‘Good,’ Rayburn thought, ‘about time,’ then he noticed that the power was starting to climb far higher than he'd set it for. Grabbing the IMT he was just starting to shut it down when the damn thing activated! Appearing outside the ship’s hull, Rayburn hit his micro shield, he just hoped Tempro was tracking him this trick only gave him a minute at the most before the air in the shield was gone. Kimison had been working on the modulator when he heard the micro INT and generator power up. Running he arrived just in time to see Rayburn vanish. "Tempro I need a position on him now!" "He is outside, oh dear, his shield is rendering the IMT ineffective!" Tempro told Kimison. "How close is he to a hatch?" Kimison yelled. "He's beside the one in front you now!" Tempro replied. Tying a rope to his waist Kimison yanked the hatch open and lunged for Rayburn. As the pressure from the ship blew him out, Kimison remotely shut down of the shield. A moment later they were both lying on the deck Tempro having closed the hatch. Both gasping for breath Kimison looked at Rayburn, "You have to be the luckiest ass in the universe! Next time just let the piece of shit go! You're trying to get yourself killed aren't you? Plus you're trying to take me with you, you ass!" "You know I can't do that!" Rayburn gasped out. "It was the only working model we have!" Kimison got to his feet helping Rayburn to stand. "No more of this ok? I need you to complete these things." Rayburn smiled this was the nearest they had been in years, not since the man's half brother had tried to kill them. They were about a day out from the first of the noble's territories when Shelby called Derrick. "Yes Shelby is everything alright?" Derrick asked her. "I think I have a problem I've never had before," she told Derrick. "A problem? What's wrong? The ships are ok aren't they?" A worried Derrick asked Shelby. "They are fine Derrick but it appears that they BOTH are going to emerge at almost the same time. I've never had this happen before; I believe it is being so close to me that has caused this. I am afraid that someone will have to stay with them 'till they are ready." An astonished Shelby told Derrick. A hologram of Conner and Thomas appeared a moment later. "Sire we could transport them back to the Imperial planet. We could also bring Marco back with us if he is ready." Derrick sat back it was a tempting idea; he knew that with Conner at full power he could easily transport both of them. "Alright, but I need the both of you back here as fast as possible. No playing there and back." "Yes Sire we will do as you order." Both of the holograms said with a smile. "Another hour Sire." Shelby answered before Derrick could even get the question out this time. "Thank you Shelby notify right before." Derrick told her as he turned back toward the view screen. Greeson finally stirred from the deep unconscious state he'd been in. "Ugh damn," he groaned out, "what the hell hit me?" Looking up he saw Dempsy sitting on the floor in meditation. Finally righting himself Greeson sat back against the wall, while trying to not look anywhere but at Dempsy as the room began to spin lightly. Pulling himself together Greeson also started to meditate. "Good," Greeson heard Dempsy say, "so you were taught properly. Tomorrow we start on you actually learning. I'm not sure what you and the others had in mind. It is never a good idea to attack someone with no inkling as to who or what they are first." "I apologize for the offense sir," Greeson said a moment later. "We were all told to attack you with everything we had. I didn't think that was a good idea, it's why I waited longer." Dempsy nodded so this one wasn't as stupid as he had thought at first, good. Teaching this one might actually yield someone worthy of learning what Dempsy knew. Smiling Dempsy thought damn it! I just wish this damn hangover didn't last so long! "Derrick," Shelby said snapping him out of his thoughts about his coming meetings with the nobles. "Yes Shelby, is it time?" Derrick asked. "Yes it is, Derrick They will be ready for space almost an hour after they emerge. This is unprecedented you have found a way to get my children back faster. Thank you Derrick," Shelby said as she appeared huge tears falling from her eyes. "Thank you so much, I truly know now that had I not found you and you me." Here Shelby lowered he eyes and voice, "I know I would no longer exist." Shocked Derrick could only stare at her, "For all you have done for me Shelby, I feel I have done so little to repay you. So I have to say thank you to you also." Hartwell had tears in his eyes; the emperor was the greatest man he'd ever known on and off the battle field. The simple fact that the man was as humble as he was spoke volumes. Hartwell shook his head, the man just didn't realize all the good he'd done, and all that he was it seemed destined to do. "I am detecting rapid increase in the cognitive functioning of both 0125 and 0403," Shelby advised. There was a crackling then a male voice came over the loud speaker. "Mother? Is that you I feel?" Came at first, a tentative voice. "Yes son welcome back, you are in an improved re-gen with one of you brothers..." Shelby started. "Oh mother!" came another male voice, "I thought to never hear you again!" "0403?" Came the first male voice. "0125? So they got you also," came the sad voice. "I am on a mission with the new emperor. Before he has your brother, Conner take you to the Imperial planet, he will wish to speak to you." Shelby informed them. "The emperor," they both said a sense of awe in their voices. "You will find that this emperor is far different than any other we have known. Sleep for an hour then you can emerge into space." Shelby lovingly told them. "Yes mother, thank you," voices said then were quiet. "That was beautiful," Hartwell said tears in his eyes. This was the first time he'd ever seen the ship emergences. Derrick went back to reading up on the five major Nobles that they were going to be visiting first. In particular was the Duke Risen, Derrick already knew the man was a traitor he just had to have solid proof. Looking behind him he could see that the now solid hologram of Mary was watching his every move. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘the damn thing even followed him even when he took to relieve himself. Damn,’ he thought, ‘I knew when I went into this I wouldn't have a lot of privacy but I didn't think I wouldn't have any!’ At Ranger headquarters a tall, thin female was bent over a computer console. A device was hooked to the side enabling her to extract almost anything she wanted. Almost anything, the encryption she kept running into was unlike anything she'd ever seen. Sighing she had enough to start. Walking out she walked past several of the techs who didn't give her a second look. Cradling the data disc she smiled, soon bastard you will pay for the death of my son! Derrick's communicator went off a few minutes later. "Emperor are you busy at the moment?" Came the voice of the Ranger High Commander. "No High Commander, I will always have time for you." Derrick told the man whose eyes opened wide in shock. "We have detected a break into the Ranger central data center. When we checked the video feeds there was nothing unusual. At present we are at a loss." The man reported. "What was accessed?" Derrick asked though he had an idea he already knew. "It appears that all information on you was accessed sire, on anyone that might have spoken, interacted, or actually seen you. This is a serious breach; I'm just glad that you planted all that false information in the data base." The older man reported. "Thank you high commander, please keep me informed." Clicking off Derrick thought, ‘so that ass is at a dead end. He's trying to get all he can on me and others that have been near me.’ Smiling, ‘good,’ Derrick thought ‘the false information should lead whomever he sent into the open soon.’ "Derrick, it's time." Shelby said. "My sons, the emperor wishes to speak you before you emerge into space." Shelby informed both of the ships. Two holograms appeared on Shelby in front of Derrick and bowed. One, a tall, slender blonde teen, the other a young man barely out of his teens with jet dark hair. "Yes Sire?" They both stated. "As I have told all ships after emergence, I require that they go by the name that they were given or were allowed to choose. I therefore ask you both for yours or if you wish to be given one." Derrick asked of both the holographic males. "Yes Sire." the blonde 0125 started, "I was known as Lars I was told it was a proud name, it was also the name of my first crew commander." Derrick nodded making note glad that the man would be remembered. Turning toward the jet black haired teen Derrick asked, "And you 0403?" Suddenly standing proud and tall the young man answered, "I was called Johnathon for a few years. I was told that I was allowed to keep it by supplemental crews later on." Derrick had a wide grin on his face as he looked over at Hartwell. Hartwell had a shocked look on his face, which of course had Derrick again about to fall out of the command chair laughing.

My name is Sara and i work at a small recruitment agency, from my very first day, I developed a sexual feeling for my new boss, she was around 45 years but looked so hot and sexy, everything about her, the way she walked and the way she spoke made me tingle all over, i wasn't sure if she liked girls or if she was just a very touchy-feely type of woman, but wow whenever she accidentally touched me and smiled i would skip a breath and a warm feeling seemed to run through my entire body, i think I had secretly fallen in love with her, so I tried everything to please her whenever I could. I had always considered myself Bisexual, but recently i found myself longing for a permanent female lover, someone who was strong enough to give me what I craved, I so hoped that the feeling I had about her was right, she gave all the right signals that she was interested in me as more than a worker and friend, but i had to be sure ,so i started innocently flirting with her and letting her catch me looking at her with as much of a seductive look i could manage without being to obvious my clothes started becoming more sexy and slightly revealing and I gathered as much information about her as I could, I discovered her passion for horse racing ,i also found she was partners in a few racehorses that won many races, also her friends were all very rich and belonged to very influential businesses that revolve around the racing industry, many of our clients were also her friends, then i stumbled on to the most interesting part of her life, she had recently separated from her lover, who happened to look a little like me. but the best part was an old friend of mine mentioned she had split with her lover because she was to dominant and demanding. Sara what are you doing on Saturday . I looked up from my desk, to see Joan was looking at me in a very different way to normal. Just wondering if you would be interested in coming to the ladies day race tomorrow honey, only if you are interested in horses. you could op around to my place and come with me if you like. I looked and quickly blurted out sure i would love that, hhhmm i dont know what to wear though, i dont have any fancy cloths, ddo need a hat or anything, my voice was excited and i struggled to maintain my usual calm approach. Ohh just find something light and colourful to wear Sara, or maybe i will have some thing for you in my wardrobe, if you want to come over and try on a few things. I was like a young school girl as i hurried home so many thoughts running through my head, . one thought was dress like you want her to know what she can have, so i picked the shortest skirt that still had a little modesty and the most sexy clingiest top i had, damn i thought as i looked in the mirror my nipples showed through large and hard, smiling i picked out my new nipple rings and replace the studs, then lifting my skirt i looked at the ring through my clit, another smile, as i reached for my thong i suddenly thought why bother,, let her see what i have to offer,any way i am sure she has seen me at work giving her the odd subtle flash with out panties, I arrived at her place a little early, but as i drove up she was sitting waiting, as i got out the car i heard her say wow you look nice honey but i think you should change your shoes for heels , every one wears them and you don't wont to be the odd one out. and i have a bit of bling that will go well with your out fit, come inside, it was fantastic ,like a mansion, she led me into her bedroom, i was so busy gazing around i didn't feel her hands on me untill i felt her breath in my ear. Sara you look good enough to eat right here honey, her hands drifted down my back and lingered on my behind, a shiver ran through me, next her mouth closed over mine and her tongue brushed my tongue, another shiver and i could feel the heat radiating through me, her eyes told me enough , and her words were from far away as she breathed her warm sweet breath into my ears, Sara i want you.. holding my hands she ulled back and looke me in the eyes, Sara will you be mine. I stuttered yyyesss anything mistress please own me and i will do anything for you,,, you can do anything to me you want. Really Sara you will be my slave then is that right , her wicked smile spread over her face, and i felt her hand move down between my legs and under my skirt slipping higher, Slut you haven't got any panties on,,, For you Mistress if you want me... Yes you will be mine Sara, now i am sure i have some jewelry to make you shine,,, here. I looked at the earrings she fitted to my lobes small horses that looked like they were on a pedestal, then the prettiest looking neck-less come collar she showed me before it was clipped around my neck, as it clipped on i was led from the mirror, i caught a glimpse of the writing that stood out, but couldn't quite read it, what is the writing Joan. i asked, trying to turn back to the mirror but she pulled me into an embrace and kissed my cheek. the un clipped the collar and showed me the strange writing around it, i looked and couldn,t make out the writing, It's some strange ancient language said Joan, re clipping it around my neck. Arriving at the race track was incredible ,so many of Joans friends greeted us and all seemed to look at me with approval, i started to feel quite comfortable, Joan took my hand and walked me through the crowds as if it was okay that ever one knew i was with her , or even more than a friend, i was in heaven,. we went straight to the VIP lounge area , so amazed with the setting and exquisite room surrounded with TV screens and waiters serving drinks, Joan handed me a glass of red wine, i hesitated, looked at her and murmured, Joan this stuff goes straight to my head. YOU will drink what you are given Sara, my heart racing i just nodded at her and whispered ok , taking a small sip, it was then i heard a husky voice behind me say. Ohhh Joan so pleased you could make it ,and is this your new filly. pleased to meet you I am Joans friend and partner in crime Amanda, mmm you can just call me Mandy , i hope to see a lot more of you tonight ,, mmmmm love your necklace, such exquisite wording if i say myself.turning to Joan i heard her say , You certainly found a winners trophy fit for a champion ,followed with what i took as wicked sexy smile, then i jumped as her hand slid over my backside and gave me a small pat. As the day wore on the room filled with women all who looked very rich and somewhat bored, but all greeted me as if i was some one special, i felt so good with the comments on how nice my jewlery and cloths looked, and every now and then Joan would tell me i was such a special prize i lapped up the compliments and slowly started to become very intoxicated , knowing in my mind that red wine made me horny for some unexplained reason. i mentioned quietly to Joan that fact ,all she did was smile and lick her lips, saying ,well honey that will make it so much better later on then. thinking she meant for me and her i blushed slightly and as her hands wandered over my erect nipples, i gasped and started to feel the moisture between my legs. Suddenly the room went quiet, the screens lit up and i heard Mandy call out , here Joan quick , there's Peta getting the champ ready, Hey Sara, what do you think of him as i looked at the screen and saw this massive horse being readied by the pretty girl in shorts and tank top, i recognized the girl as one of the many who came through the office, sexy and so damn suggestive each time i saw her, she was leading the horse from the stables up to the starting lines,, all went quiet and then i saw a flurry of betting, each bet that was placed between the women here drew a glance at me i started to feel like i was being judged each woman slowly looked me up and down and made comments to each other before passing money over and selecting tickets. Joan was talking quietly to Many, who kept glancing at me and smiling, my glass was never more than half empty before it was refilled, i was feeling very tipsy and enjoying the moment , suddenly a very drunk lady stood in front of me and grinned, then slowly walked around me brushing her hand over me as if she was steadying herself, her hands lingered on my breasts and slowly ran over my hard nipples, mmmmm she said slowly with a cruel hungry smile, you ever handled a horse honey, i mean really handled one, mmmm i would love a trophy like you hun, i hope you, perform as god as you look, with that she ran her hand down my dress and walked away,, puzzled i glanced at Joan, but just then every one yelled and the big race was on, as far as i knew the horse winning belonged to Mandy and she was yelling and glancing at me while grinning at Joan , who was looking as pleased. The race finished ,the winner belonged to Mandy, every one was cheering and the bored looks now gone, each women seemed to be showing more interest in me now than before, my wine intake seemed to increase, I was so horny, each time a sexy woman talked to me they seemed to touch me in a very intimate way, subtly but arousing, i didn't mind any more as i felt so content and filled with thoughts of me and Joan. The afternoon disappeared and as the last race finished , we appeared to be the last group in the VIP rooms, slowly the lights on the out side switched off and we seemed to be partying alone, Mandy and Joan stepped on the small platform and called for quiet, silence... Well my champion won again and as usual he will be rewarded, now you all know, how much i charge for stud fees,, well as a special treat i will wave the fee for a one off free service to one of you ladies own special filly, and we have drawn the ticket ,,, and the winner is Joan, ... Joan please call up your filly to receive her prize a round of applause went up and i just looked around to see what was happening when Joan walked over and took my hand leading me to the stage. still not understanding what she had said i smiled as i was handed a selection of parcels,,, clapping continued and i slowly unwrapped the parcels, the first had me confused, it looked like short horse hoofs with straps, the second looked like a horse halter with a bit and reins, the third was slightly longer horse hoofs and legs with straps, the forth revealed what looked to me like hobbles or restraining straps for feet and hands then the last was a riding crop and what looked like a spray bottle full of liquid ,and what at first glance appeared to be a horse tail, but it couldn't be because it had a plug thingy attached, in my confused state i looked at Joan and then Mandy, The women were making so much noise and my alcohol affected mind started to sense things were not as they seemed, . Looking around and down at the items on the table, i slowly turned to the window, stunned to see my reflection, and the letters on my necklace reading clearly in the right direction now, WINNERS TROPHY FILLY. i reached up and slipped off an earring, stunned and shocked by the reality of what i saw, a horse indeed with a girl bent under him being fucked,,, ooohhh shit my mind raced, it was then i heard Joan , her voice strict and full of demand, SARA!!! TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS , NOW I SAID, the sting of the riding crop across the back of my legs brought me back to reality,,, What I stammered. GET YOUR DRESS OFF SARA. NOW. She stepped up next to me and lifted the dress off me, i stood shocked , naked in a room full of women, who were cheering and making comments about me, It was then the drunken women from earlier stepped up waving the horse tail , and stating she would fit it for me,. M y tears welled up and my body shook and shivered, as the situation sunk in, half drunk and in shock , i felt the hands removing whatever dignity i had left then i felt the tail being gently pushed into my anal cavity, tears streaming down my face and no fight in me just terror and shame. then i felt something slipping over my head and my mouth prized open ,steel pressing on my tongue and straps tight around my head, then my hands were grasped and i felt staps attatched, looking down i saw my hands now had extensions like horse legs and hooves. Bend over Sara I heard, then i was forced over onto all fours, with my new horse legs in front holding me steady , next my feet were lifted one at a time and new horse feet attached, all the time i could hear Joans soft voice trying to calm me and explain how she had lost a bet and i was the payment, and how lucky i was to be chosen...it will be exciting and you will love it honey she said, then reminded me i was hers to do as she wanted.. I felt the tug of the reins and i was bent over in an awkward position on all fours balanced on my new horse legs, no way i could stand and no way i could do any thing but try and keep my balance, my feet and hands were hobbled with just enough strap length to allow me to walk unsteadily on all fours like a pony, my behind in the air tail swaying and tickling my inner thighs, my nipples hard and erect, rings pulling down ward, my anal hole full, feeling badly like i needed the toilet but the large plug firmly embedded in me, tears still welling i had no choice but to move in the direction i was being led. down the hall and outside i was led onto the winners lane as they called it, unsteadily walking and trembling into the dark lane heading for what looked to be stables. The cheers and flashes of phone cameras , rude remarks and comments about how i was going to be the hottest fuck the champ had ever had, semed to never end as i made my shameful way into the stables, smells of fresh hay and horse sweat filled my terrified nostrils, i heard the snorts of horses and my tears flowed uncontrollably, fear welled in my very soul, then my sinful body started to let me down as the adrenaline pulsed through me and i started to feel excitement at the humiliation and degradation i was being subjected to.my body started to react the way i didnt want, i felt the familiar tingle deep inside start to grow, the same feelings i get when dominated and restrained by a lover, my nipples getting so hard from the feeling of the heavy rings hanging down and my clit ring tugging and dangling down , the comments and suggestive remarks started to arouse me, I was led into the stall , i trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement, as i looked at the sheer size of this magnificent beast, all the other women stood out side around the stall, only Mandy and Joan entered with me in tow, i was led over to him, his massive cock already hanging down, i shivered at the sheer size, and it's not even hard yet i thought. Mandy reached through from the other side and slowly stoked his cock, it trembled, my mind registered ,he is used to this, i looked at Joan and pleaded with my eyes, don't make me do this please. A smile split Joans Mouth, her eyes were full of mischief as she slowly removed my halter and the steel bit from my mouth, saying softly, the champ loves a good blow job after he wins a race , and i think you are just the filly to satisfy him, then slipped her hands behind me and slid a finger deep into my very wet slit, i shuddered and jumped forward just as Mandy offered his massive cock into my face ,the end of his now hardening cock glistened with moisture and i could almost smell the smell of perfume and the faintest hint if i didn't know better of my favorite perfume ... the smell of a hot wet pussy, my mind must be drifting in my half drunk state, reigned to my fate i opened my mouth and let them offer his cock to my lips, drifting into another world i only heard the noises from around me and the far away voices , one crying out omg she is going to do it, ohhh fuck how hot, i don't believe the horny slut filly is doing it. With that my mind went into blank mode i closed my eyes and slowly worked my mouth over that hard cock like i was on a mission, i just wanted to get it over with , fighting my tears i slurped and licked at him then as i found the taste becoming sweeter, and my mind playing tricks, still smelling that faint smell and lingering taste i associate with being between the legs of a horny woman, by thinking of making love to Joan i totally became horny and my sexual feelings began to accelerate , my mouth worked in a frenzy, suddenly i wanted him deep in side of me, The first twitch and sudden movement from him sent a tremble deep through me i felt him start to weep a sticky wet syrup into my mouth, the the shudder through him, i wanted so much to use my hands and engulfed him into my mouth as far as i could, the steadying hands from Joan stopped me falling over, suddenly i felt him erupt into my hungry mouth i nearly choked on the massive flood of horse cum, i gasped and uncontrollably swallowed the first mouth full, no choice but to let it slide down my throat, then the next flood took me by surprise and that to followed deep down my throat and i had no choice but to swallow all , the flared end was sealing my mouth and as much as i tried i couldnt spit out any cum all went to the pit of my stomach and more kept flowing , finally i pulled my face and mouth away gagging and choking , trying to steady myself on my new horse feet, the spurts of cum still pulsing ,but now all over my face and body dripping down and running down my sides to my arms and legs, slowly on shaky legs and arms i backed away and collapsed on the hay ,so exhausted and now the shame of what i had just done started to settle in. Still flashes and noises surrounded me then it started to go quiet, Mandy spoke first,, slowly and with a tone i hadn't heard before. Wellll she seemed to get into that quick enough eh Joan You picked a winner there, Lets get back to the celebrations, the new Filly can rest up a bit, she isn't going any where in a hurry like that hahah no cloths, a tail stuck up her arse and covered in cum, we can come and get her later , with that ever one started leaving just a few more photos, then i looked in horror as i saw one woman with a movie camera, my heart fell even deeper. I was all alone in the stall ,just the shuffling of the horses and the remaining scent of perfume and still that lingering smell that i just couldn't believe to be a wet pussy. maybe i was smelling my self, so i just sat huddled in the corner, feeling so ashamed but strangely turned on, looking over at the champ busy eating hay, i started to wonder what it would feel like to have him inside me, then drifted into sleep. I woke up with a start, sure i could hear some thing , i huddled in the corner then called out, no answer, must have been the horses, the horse cum had dried on me and my mouth tasted strange and sticky i licked my lips with out thinking , then it all came rushing back, i wriggled around and starte to get the legs off of my hands,i managed to loosen my hands but the hobbles were still on my wrists, it was then i looked back at the stallion, his huge cock was hanging down again, M y brain wasn't thinking and my body rebelled as i suddenly had the urge to see if i could get him to fuck me,,, no i thought but then i already have sucked him off and swallowed fuck knows how much cum, my now very wet pussy ached to be filled my hands gently rubbed and worked myself into a state of arousel, still with my horse legs attached to my feet i hobbled ove r to him and started to stroke him , quickly he started to harden, soft snorts and a tremble shuddered through him, he knew what was about to happen, so ever so slowly i edged closer and backed myself under him softly rubbing him up and down my wet slit the remaining cum still dripping of me became slippery enough to slip him in and out of my swollen hungry pussy lips ever so slowly i worked him harder and in to me a bit at a time until i felt push a bit harder and he slipped deeper into me, i stiffened and felt a rush of pleasure i rocked back and forth until he was deeper then my rocking became a little faster , he was pushing at me at the same time, .the feeling of being full and the sheer thought that it was taboo sent me into afrenzy my control slipped my body ached to cum then i started to moan and trash on his gorgeous cock taking him as deep as i could , then the rush of my orgasm started from deep in me and sheer pleasure filled ever part of me, as i felt him tense then the flood of cum filling me and running out ,down my legs , i lost control and screamed in pleasure ,,more i wanted so much more , full of cum and exhausted i fell from under him and dragged myself to the side of the stall gasping for breath and still feeling the tremors rushing through my body, it was then i heard a voice and the click of the door, in horror i crawled to the door and peered out,, ohhhh fuck two women were running from the stables and i could see one holding a video camera,, ohhh fuck what have i done,, i crawled back to the stall, and started to undo the legs from my feet,, it was then i saw movement in the corner, in absolute horror i looked directly into the motion camera, looking around i saw more as i moved around they seemed to be following me, the fucking things were every were, i vomited , my mind racing my tears flowed and my whole body shook in despair, what have i done still limited in movement with these damn hobble around my feet and wrists, i looked desperately around for some sort of cloths or blanket any thing so i could get out of here. The door opened and I heard the voice of Joan, my tears still flowed freely and i was trembling as she approached me and whispered come Sara i will get you out of here., quick here ,she handed me a small rug , quick we need to get to the function rooms and clean you up In the dark, naked and shivering , we slowly made our way to the rooms, i could hear the party still going, i whispered where are you taking me. There is a guest room in the rooms next to the VIP room, quick we will get you in there and you can shower, I will try to find your cloths then i will get you home, Please forgive me Sara i didnt think you would have to do that ,so sorry honey. I looked at her and wiped my face . her eyes looked genuinely sorry and she reached over and carefully hugged me, then pulled back as a dollop of cum dripped from between my legs,, her face went still her eyes opened wide,, You You fucked that horse Sara what were you thinking, but a smile crept over her face. It was then i broke down and told her what i had done, and about the women with the camera, and the motion cameras, crying and sobbing . Joan looked at me and shook her head, firstly Sara, those women didn,t see you do that thing with the horse dick, they just went back to get the camera they left earlier on, if they saw you they would have told me when i passe them on the way here, and don't worry about the motion cameras, they are disconnected honey, come quick. We ducked down the hall way and into the room as she said we would, i saw the shower and just felt relief,. I will be back she said lock the door and only open it when i come back. I locked the door ,showered and waited and waited and waited, sitting alone with just a wet towel around me i started to worry , i opened the door and peered out then stepped into the hall way to see if i could see which way the party was , oh fuck a click and the door closed, grabbing the handle , fuck it was locked, ohhh fuck , i panicked and started down the hall, as i slowly crept ast the door to the function room, i heard Joan and Mandy, cheering and laughing, the room was packed, i slowly ducked down and crept past, just about past as the door opened and out stepped the drunk woman, She grabbed my arm and dragged me through the door into the room full of cheering women, Hey everyone she shouted , I found the star attraction filly sneaking down the hall, silence except for a moaning noise and groaning coming from all around the room, in utter horror i stared at the screens all around the walls of the room, each screen was playing video footage of todays events, all of me in vavrous positions giving the stallion a blow job of the year then in others photo's of me engaging in oral sex with the damn horse then horror here is the one ever one is watching , me bent over moaning screaming and being fucked by the stallion, cum dripping from me , then more me standing in the shower cum running down my legs and pooling on the floor, the entire contents of my stomach surged up and pored on to the floor, so much cum and still more flowed. Mandy stepped up to me and lifted my face, Well honey , How are you going to pay for that little lot, you do know how expensive my champions sperm is, i charge 10000. dollars a service honey, i did tell you the first session was free, but you seem to have helped yourself to quite a bit more , and now you have wasted it, . She then calmly told me i would have to work in her stables for free until my debt was paid, and just as calmly grabbed me and clipped another collar around my neck, then the halter was forced back on my head, and as quick as that i was led back to the stable, as we entered the stable i smelt that familiar perfume again, she pushed me into the stall with the champion, saying as she walked away, you can sleep with your new lover honey , Sitting in the corner again crying softly, i heard another noise, and the smell of perfume only stronger, then a sexy husky voice, Hey Sara ,You like him as much as i do eh, i should be angry that you fucked my lover, but if you let me fuck you i will forgive you, I looked up and there was the girl, Peta, standing ,with no cloths on and a wicked sexy i want to eat you smile, i looked at the cameras, but she quietly said don't worry i know how to turn them off and her fingers beacon' d me, and pointed between her open legs, smiling and licking her lips. I looked at her then back towards the stallion, looking back at her swollen engorged pussy lips and the glistening sheen down her thighs, i realized where the smell of sex and perfume had come from earlier, i now smiled and slowly pushed my self to my knees, Sara, When they brought you in the first time , they were just trying to humiliate you, you didnt need to suck his cock, you were meant to be my reward, but when you started to fuck him, i just hid and watched, i didn't have time to turn off the cameras, but you are good,, and now we can both keep him satisfied , Peta turned and flicked off the lights, taking my hand and slowly we walked to the stallion , holding hands we both knelt down and softly started to get him hard,

PART II: ENCOURAGE THE SLUT CHAPTER FOUR: DOG AND BITCH TRAINING I remembered the reaction of the dogs when she released them last time so I knelt on the grass with my knees together and my ass on my heels. When I was satisfied, she opened the gate and pressed herself against the chain-link fencing. The dogs glanced at her but saw me in the open and made a beeline in my direction. They were both largish dogs and the sight of them charging my way was more than a little intimidating, but I held my composure and waited for the moment. “Stop! Leave it! Sit!” I had worked with the dogs at home. Nobody else in the family seemed to care enough, but I found the process interesting and it had given me some amount of satisfaction. The dogs stopped in their tracks and seemed confused. Clearly, nobody had commanded them like that, at least for a long time, though they had some training at some point in the past. I repeated the command to sit and they did. ‘Stop’ was more of a panic command meant to grab their attention. ‘Leave it’ was a common command used to tell the dog whatever had their attention to back off. They didn’t have to literally back off, but to stop the fixed behavior. It might be chasing a squirrel or tearing into a slipper. The effect was to be the same: stop the action. “Wow, that’s amazing.” Her comment came from behind the dogs where she was still pressed against the fence. “Well, I noticed they seemed to have training. It will divert them, but we will need to work on not having to have the situation where they need to be commanded like that.” I glanced from them to her, “This will need to be reinforced regularly once we get started. Unless you think you can handle it, it might mean I will need to be here for a few hours regularly.” “Oh no! I don’t know how Charles and I might handle the intrusion …” I looked up in surprise to find her stifling a laugh. I smiled but gave her stern look, which seemed to surprise her. I stood up and continued to give commands if the dogs began to move. I motioned Mrs. Woodburn over. She looked at the dogs with an expectation of being probed by snouts at any minute but then giggled that my nudity would probably mean they would ignore her. I knelt down in front of the dogs, giving them scratches and pets. Their snouts did sniff the air around me, but they were held at bay. She introduced the dogs: the Golden Retriever was Sammy; the Irish Setter was Paddy. They were both very handsome dogs. They looked to be about the same height, but the Setter was about two inches taller. They looked to be the same weight. “Now that they are calmed down, how are you …” “Still not sure,” I said with a laugh. “Though I have seen plenty of animals mating, it never really crossed my mind to involve myself; not with the upbringing I had.” She nodded and chuckled at that. I looked up at her, “Ma’am, could you put one of the dogs back in the kennel? I might not get mauled with just one …” She did and I was left with Sammy. She stayed near the kennel fence, allowing me space to interact with the dog without distraction. I moved my face close to the dog’s while petting it and scratching its ears. I still wasn’t sure. I was trying this without the benefit of preparation. With some warning, I could have at least done an internet search. Images in my mind were coming back to me, though, from what I had been fascinated with at the farm. Maybe I was more fascinated by the animals than I had previously admitted. The dog was sniffing around me as I petted it with increasing interest and it suddenly occurred to me that he was picking up my arousal from my anticipation of this crazy act I was intending to do; a crazy act to be done only because this woman now shared me with her husband as a slut. I shivered. After only a couple weeks, my life was now this blatant. The moment of truth, and to give myself a little more time to consider how I wanted to take it to the next stage, I sat my butt on the grass and leaned my body back on my elbows so I could watch, then I raised my knees and spread them. The dog was instantly on his feet and sniffing his way forward. Clearly, this was something he was familiar with. His snout sniffed his way to my pussy, his wet nose bumping into my crotch. When his tongue shot out and lapped for the first stroke, the wide, long, wet tongue covered my lips and clit. I gasped at the feeling. I’ve been licked before, even by Trudy just nights before, but nothing like this. Though there was a 70-pound dog between my legs, all I considered was the head and tongue now lapping at me. The first gasp gave way to a moan and I lowered my back to the ground and raised my hips into the air. I had to have him more completely on my pussy. When his tongue somehow parted my lips and the tip of it sank into my drooling hole, my mouth released something that sounded like a cry of gasp, moan, and shriek. It was the most amazing feeling of being eaten I had ever in my life felt. It was a simple feeling of a soft, but still intense sexual arousal that was intimately focused at my pussy and clit. The wonderful dog was bringing me skyward to an orgasm that felt like my pussy was rocketing into the sky and about to explode into the most amazing display of fireworks. My entire body tensed, shivered, arched, and fell to the ground. Then it went through various combinations all over, again. There was a sound in my ears of someone in distress or pain or … ecstasy … and that when I realized the cries were coming from me. My body was still in the throes of that orgasm and the dog’s incessant lapping of my pussy and clit continued. No doubt my pussy was leaking my juices as quickly as he was able to lap them up. The effect, though, was incredible. My orgasm peaked and started to subside, but the continued licking created another orgasmic rise in my body that was threatening to be even greater. My fingers were digging into the grass and dirt underneath for something to grab onto. The next orgasm sent me into uncontrolled shaking of every part of my body. My legs fell, going straight out from my body and shook on the ground. My mouth cried out in conflicting demands to the dog … or the universe. “Ooooooooo … Godddddd, yessssssss … NO MORE!!! … OOooooooo … more, yessssssss like … thaaattttttttt … oooooo, pleassssseeeeee stopppp himmmmmmm …” All I could do was roll to the side and forcefully remove my pussy from his tongue. I curled into a fetal position and my body continued to shiver. It was moments later when my body and mind regained some control that I found out Mrs. Woodburn had interceded and taken the dog by the collar because he continued after my retreating pussy, even curled into a defensive position, he licked at my butt and thighs. I didn’t stop shaking for several minutes after getting away from that tongue. When I finally rolled onto my back and gazed up, her eyes changed from concern to amazement to delight. I blushed and giggled at the orgasmic exhibition I had just displayed and she giggled in response with her hand stroking the dog while the other held him securely by the collar. Soon we were both laughing with relief. I took a deep breath and moved to my knees. I clapped my hands and called him. She released her grip and he came prancing to me. I hugged his head, stroked him and moved my hand onto his belly. My fingers made contact with his sheath and I felt something. I patted the grass and commanded him down. He did and I looked up at Mrs. Woodburn with a look that reaffirmed these dogs were well-trained. On the ground, I stroked his side and scratched his ears. I shifted both hands to his body, one sliding back and forth over his belly. He partially rolled further onto his back and I could see it. The red tip of his cock was peeking from the sheath. I looked up, again, finding her fixated on the cock. “It looks so different.” I smiled without looking up, again. “Wait until more comes out.” I smiled knowingly. Growing up on a farm was finally paying off for something. I touched the cock tip carefully, but he hardly flinched. It was hard to keep in mind that these dogs had a lot of experience being sexually active with women. With his ease evident, my confidence ramped up quickly. What would I do to get a man ready? Easy, suck him, get him good and hard so he could fuck me good and hard. I smiled to myself and Mrs. Woodburn must have noticed. “What are you thinking? You’ve decided something, haven’t you.” I didn’t even respond. Not to be rude, but rather an action would speak volumes compared to a few words of description. I shifted my position on my knees so I was alongside his cock. I lowered my head, sticking my tongue out to touch the tip. My tongue captured a drop of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. I brought it back to my lips and … “mmmmm … not bad.” When my mouth lowered and engulfed the inch of exposed cock, Ma’am gasped. “My God! Tina … you slut … you’re really doing it!” Really doing it, indeed. With the tip in my lips, I sucked and touched the tip with my tongue. I had no idea what the dog was used to with the other woman, but his hips flexed at me, driving his cock further into my mouth, the hairy sheath bumping against my lips. His cock was growing quickly now. I pulled my face away from his crotch and gazed in amazement. I let a dog lick me to two orgasms, now I just sucked the dog’s cock to hardness. I slid my hand over his sheath and felt the ball of cock flesh forming underneath. I looked up and found Mrs. Woodburn with big eyes that where flitting between me and the cock. She finally managed to stammer, “God, Tina, look at that cock. It is so different and … much bigger than I expected it to be.” I could only nod my head. My entire body was on fire. If there was a thought that two orgasms might have dampened the arousal in my pussy, it was dead wrong. In that moment, I knew I was fucking these dogs. Dogs. Not just this one, but Paddy, too. I took Sammy’s head in my hands and kissed his snout. His tongue came out and I poked mine out to meet it. I heard the Mrs. gasp, but I continued touching tongues until his tongue invaded my mouth. I trapped it with my lips and sucked on the tip. I was on fire and knew the only way to put that out, at least temporarily. I spun around to my hands and knees, patting my ass. I knew he knew what that meant and I braced myself as I saw him scrambling to get to his feet. I watched over my shoulder, then between my legs to find him approaching me, licking my ass and pussy more. I pushed his snout away this time. I wanted to be fucked by this dog, then the other one. I glanced around, wondering where he was when I felt him land on my back, a front paw scraping over my side, his legs grabbing me, holding me. His cock probed, pushed, thrust against my ass and butt cheeks. The bony canine cock began to hurt as he probed. I reached between my legs, felt his cock and moved it with my palm to my pussy. A few more stabs and he found my hole. The penetration was surprising, deep, and brutal. Being fucked by a caring man prepares you, enters you, then presses forward. This was different, completely his domination, his purpose, and his instinct to inseminate his bitch taking over his actions. He drove into me with power and brutal control. For a moment, he relaxed his grip around me but it was only to reposition himself deep in me, then to grab me even tighter. When he did, he pulled me back onto his cock, then he drove forward and from that point on he never slowed or varied his purpose. He was now a fucking machine, a fucking animal. His cock flew in and out of my pussy much too fast for me to even consider assisting him. The only way I could assist was to be a rigid body for him to fuck into and that was what I did. My arms braced in front of me, my knees spread, and my thighs trying to be a solid object in front of him. I was steadily moaning and gasping at the intensity of his fucking. Then I felt it … the knot. The knot was pressing at my opening but I was too inflamed with an animal need of my own to worry about my opening being stretched, the tension of it sending a delicious kind of pleasure-pain through my body. When it popped by my opening, I cried out in a relief from the stretching but also the amazing feeling of the ball inside me, filling me, and the cock driving suddenly deeper into my pussy. I could feel the knot and cock pulsing growth in every way: diameter and length both growing inside me. My own orgasm was only a delirious moment away when I felt everything inside me swell up even larger, then pulsing and jerking. I arched my back to feel everything more intensely: the fur on my back, the knot and cock doing some crazy erotic dance inside my pussy, and my own pussy clenching, spasming, and squeezing as his cock shot the load stream of dog-cum into my already drooling pussy. That was all it took for my third orgasm from Sammy. Mrs. later said I scream so loudly she feared what the neighbors might think. I collapse to the grass, except for my ass. I was tied, locked, trapped on that wonderful cock by the knot too swollen inside me to come out. I sighed and whimpered and giggled at the experience. The dog turned on me, somehow turning so we were now ass-to-ass. The dog periodically tried the knot, testing if it might be pulled out. Each time he did it, though, it sent a new shiver through me when the knot bumped against my g-spot. I felt a hand stroking my back. I opened my eyes and found Mrs. Woodburn. Her panties were on the ground beside her. I looked at them, then up at her. “I couldn’t help myself, dear. That was the most intensely erotic thing I have ever seen. But, thank you”, she giggled, “I orgasmed while watching you. It was amazing, dear Tina.” I smiled up at her. “It was literally my pleasure, Ma’am.” I pulled at the knot myself and felt it stretching my hole. It would be soon and we would be released. I got up on my hands and glanced behind me. Paddy was sitting at the fence, his front feet antsy, moving in little non-steps. I spied a reddish flash and smiled. He was already exposed from his sheath. I looked up into her eyes, “Are you ready to try this amazing thing? I’ll help you.” Just then the knot popped out and she moved behind me and gasped, “My God! You’re gaping and there is a steady stream of cum running out of you. God, that is so obscene.” She stroked my back. She was quiet a moment, then, “No, not yet. I can’t. It looks so amazing but there is still some arguing going on inside me. I know I want to, though.” Sammy was lying not far away. He was licking his cock and knot clean. I jerked my head toward him and she stared. “That is so hot. Look at that cock and knot. You had that inside you, can you believe it?” “Not quite yet, but … maybe after Paddy, I will.” She saw the look in my eyes and moved to the gate in the fence to release the other dog. Controlling him seemed easier, maybe he had some sense or understanding from watching Sammy on me that this was his turn. I wanted to repeat everything, but I was too ready for round two of fucking. He sat in front of me and I could see about four inches of hard, red cock staring at me. Okay, maybe I was staring at it … Something filed away in the back of my brain came forward: the dog’s cock is generally not hard and erect when initial penetration is achieved in mating with a bitch. They become erect while fucking. Having four inches to begin seem sufficient in my mind so I turned on my hands and knees and patted my ass to him like I did Sammy. He was just as quick to respond to the command and mounted me. This time I spared myself the moments of him stabbing blindly at my ass. I slipped my hand between my legs quickly and eased him close to my pussy. Again, the initial penetration made me gasp and groan. I was blissfully oblivious as the dog pounded me with his jackhammer strokes when a man-cock appeared in front of my face. I opened my mouth and gobbled the cock deep into my mouth. The dog’s forceful fucking had my breast bouncing and my mouth moving sharply over the cock in my mouth. “She was willing, I see.” That was definitely Mr. Woodburn. Thank goodness. “We talked, but she was great. For someone who had never been fucked by a dog before, she looks like she has been forever.” A pause. “Charles, this is so hot and sexy. I have to do it. Would you mind?” “Love, you know I wouldn’t. We’ve talked about it after we found out what their history was. I was the one who suggested my slut to see what it might look like. If you want to, do it. Talk to Tina. Work it out. I know how your mind works, love. Work it out, then do it.” Another pause. “Can I watch?” I didn’t hear a response, but I felt both of them shift around me, Sir’s cock moving in my mouth. I suspected they were kissing. “I love you, Deb. I’ll support you in anything.” It was so weird to be overhearing their heart-felt feeling over me as if I wasn’t there, but I was there. I was being fucked by their dog and sucking his cock. * * * * * I came out of the bathroom after a much-needed shower before dinner. Mrs. Woodburn was seated at her vanity in bra and panties applying her makeup and fussing with her hair. On the bed was the floor-length, sheer, white nightgown I had packed on Mr. Woodburn’s recommendation. I knew it well. Trudy had seen it in one of the shops we visited and insisted I get it after seeing me in it. She was convinced it could come in handy sometime with a client. It was one of those gowns that were held by thin straps at the shoulders. The back was non-existent. It simply dropped to just above my butt. The front was a sheer lace bodice with a single catch between the breasts. The front was open to the floor if I moved. Standing in one place, the gown closed. If I stepped or a breeze caught it, I was exposed. I loved the feel of the gown and how it made me feel. I walked around the tiny efficiency enjoying the feeling of it opening and exposing me, wondering what occasion would have me actually wearing it. Alongside the gown was a new package of sheer, white thigh-high stockings. On the floor was a pair of white, strap heels. I was expecting another evening of stockings and heels. “Charles thought you might enjoy dressing up along with us.” I smiled. Dressing up. They were dressing in almost formal outfits. Me? I was ‘dressing up’ in a sheer nightgown. She stood up and stepped in front of me, her hands grasping mine. She looked intently into my eyes, “Dear, I want to thank you.” I started to protest, but, “No, I mean it. Thank you. Charles is better at this ‘dominant in control’ thing. I just blurt out my feelings, but he feels the same way. What you might do for the firm is one thing. What you do for us, though, is personal. I know he calls you his personal slut, but … well, last night was beautiful and today was stunning.” We were interrupted by his appearance in the bedroom door. “Are you two going to make me drink by myself?” We looked at each other and laughed. I said, “Sorry, Sir. I’ll be down as soon as I get dressed …”, I glanced at his wife and smiled, “it won’t take me long.” She stifled another laugh. * * * * * Mrs. Woodburn and I were sitting next to each other on the patio looking into the yard to the kennel. Mr. Woodburn was on the other side of his wife and remaining very quiet as I verbally rehearsed what was going to happen. “Okay, once more.” She exhaled a big breath and started going through it, again. I will release one of the dogs and she will control it with the commands. Once he is sitting securely, she will undress in the backyard in front of the dog. I will be standing by the dog to ensure his compliance with the commands. She will then nuzzle the dog, stroking it and scratching the ears. Only then after she has felt the dog’s fur on her bare skin will she lay back with open legs for the dog to lick her. Assuming they do as good a job with her as me, she will orgasm. After, she will return the favor to the dog. Oral sex between her and her husband is a big part of their loving so it won’t be any more difficult for a dog. Once she has three to four inches of cock out of the sheath she will assume the position. I stressed the idea of using her palm to guide the cock, but the moment might become blurred at that point. I reminded her about the knot. She turned to her husband who had been very quiet, allowing us to focus on the task. “Are you still okay with this? You won’t think less of me?” He moved to her and hugged her. “Never. We’ve talked about this. What I saw Tina doing yesterday, was stunningly sexual. When we talked about canine sex because of these dogs, I wasn’t truly sure how I felt about bestiality. It seemed arousing to think about. Seeing Tina, it was one of the more arousing things I have seen. This excites me, darling. But, it only excites me if it excites you.” She kissed him and stood up. “I can’t wait any longer.” She walked out into the yard. I had to move quickly to catch up with her. * * * * * Paddy was the dog that was at the gate, first. He responded in almost all ways the same as Sammy had yesterday. Mrs. Woodburn screamed out when the knot entered and when her orgasm rocked her world. While tied to the dog, her husband sat next to her, stroking her bare back. “That was the hottest thing I have seen.” She turned her head to him, “I thought you said what you saw yesterday was the hottest thing you have seen.” “It was … until now. You’re my wife. That made it hotter.” She smiled at him, fatigue taking hold of her as the dog pulled against the knot. When they separated, she collapsed to the ground, sprawled on her front. She rolled over, raised her upper body to gaze at the mess of her gaping pussy. Her husband kissed her and whispered something into her lips. She glanced at me. In far more than a whisper, she responded to him while holding my eyes. “I don’t know. You’d have to ask her. Or command her.” She winked at me. He turned to face me, “Slut, you’ve cleaned my cock after we fucked. You’ve greedily swallowed my cum when you sucked me. Are you slut enough to clean my wife’s messy and well-fucked pussy?” I looked at them. These two were truly in love. She had commented that his proclivity to a mistress and now me only seemed to stimulate their own sexual relationship. It seemed an odd thing but I didn’t doubt it after this weekend with them. Dog cum. As I stared at her gaping pussy, I knew in my heart my relationship with them and their dogs were only beginning and where my slut role might take me I wasn’t sure but these two were an adventure I was excited about. I crawled to her open legs. I bent her knees and splayed them to the sides. While on my knees I bent over to begin lick and suck her pussy. After a few licks, I raised my head and gazed into her eyes, “Nice … you’ll return the favor sometime?” She blushed, but I knew she was hooked. Still holding her eyes, I spoke to her husband, “Sir, would you be kind enough to release Sammy?” She groaned and her eyes followed her husband as my tongue dove into her pussy. I gazed up at her over her pubic bone. Her eyes were wild and I knew the dog was approaching. My mouth was busy with her pussy and she was torn to command the dog or not. I just smiled at her and she stared at the dog. The dog slammed into my upturned ass, his cock already out and humping at me. And, I let him. My hands were busy holding her pussy lips open for my tongue. It took a while, and I was sure I would feel sore later, but his penetration was the most animalistic I had ever experience. I orgasmed on his penetration. There was another later, but not before pulling one out of Ma’am with my mouth. ---------------------------------------------------------------- This story continues in Chapter 5: Board of Directors Meeting --------------------------------------------------------------------- I know it is not required, but I would appreciate a comment when negative votes are cast for my own benefit in developing stories. Thanks in advance.

Chapter 7 CONTROLLING ERICA The aphrodisiac pills were torture. Laura's body had barely finished dealing with the ones she had taken that morning; another dose already was insufferable. By the time she had finished her walk to the Mayim Clinic her panties were freshly soaked, and cunt juices were dribbling down the inside of Laura's legs. Laura didn't care. She was using all her willpower just to avoid pulling up her skirt and masturbating right here in the street. She knew that up ahead, at the Clinic, she would get to sit in that wonderful chair, and let it fuck her twat while she watched porn. She was in for a disappointment. Amy met Laura in the clinic waiting room. She looked at Laura's flushed face, heard her heavy breathing, and had to stifle a giggle. "Oh honey," she said, "did you take the pills for tonight as well as during the day? You didn't need to! We're not putting you in the chair tonight!" Laura almost collapsed. No chair? But her pussy needed it. She needed to feel the long plastic dildo inside her. She needed the pressure at her anus. She needed to be strapped down and made to cum, again and again. "What..." she started to ask, and then realised that she was still in view of the receptionist. She hurried out of the waiting room and into the clinic corridor, and then said, "What do you mean? I take the pill every time I come here." "Not tonight," said Amy. She reached out and gently touched Laura's chin, pushing it upwards. Laura found herself looking into Amy's eyes, and she realised she had been staring at Amy's tits. "Then what are we doing?" asked Laura. "We're just going to download the data from your implant, and then talk to you about the next stage. You don't even need to get undressed." Laura felt like crying. She knew in her heart that she was acting like a slut but she couldn't help herself. The drugs were pushing aside all rational thought and all she could think about was her pussy. "Could I... use the chair anyway?" she asked quietly. Amy was smirking in a way that was mostly sympathetic but more than a little cruel. "No, that's an expensive chair, Laura. It's not just there to service your pussy." Laura blushed and looked away. But she still wanted it. "I'll tell you what. Honestly, we could probably get our readings from the chip easier if you were undressed, so you can get naked if you want. And then, if you want to play with your pussy while we do our work, I'll pretend that it's not super-disgusting, okay? But Royce will be there and he'll be watching." Laura understood what Amy was telling her. She could get naked and masturbate in public, in front of a boy, even though they didn't need her to and in fact didn't want her to. "Can I go use a bathroom and do it there?" she asked. "No, we need to get started," said Amy. "If you're going to be a whore, you'll need to do it while we're getting work done." Laura nodded, and quietly said, "Okay." Amy took her to a new room, one much like a doctor's office. Royce was waiting here. The room was small and Royce was closer than Laura had thought he would be, almost looming over her. But she was a slave to the drugs, so, trembling, she started pulling off her clothes. Royce watched with delight as Laura's large tits popped into her view, and clearly enjoyed seeing Laura expose her sopping wet, pouty cunt. He enjoyed it even more when Laura followed Amy's direction to lie on the surgical bed with her legs spread, and then began to gently stroke her bare twat. "You know, we don't need you to touch yourself, Laura," said Royce. Laura felt like crying still. "I know," she said, her voice breaking, as she continued to finger her cunt. Dimly Laura wondered where Dr Windred was tonight; ultimately she decided she didn't care. As Laura masturbated, Amy waved a device like a TV remote over Laura's vagina, presumably downloading from the implant. Laura let the pleasure roll over her, and moved from stroking herself to vigorously fucking her fingers in and out of her cunt. She closed her eyes. "Laura!" said Amy sharply, and Laura opened her eyes again. "Royce has things to tell you about the program. I need you to look at him, please." Laura looked at Royce. He was grinning at her. She realised she was looking at a boy while masturbating. A real boy, close enough to touch her. A boy who was looking at and enjoying her naked tits and twat. It was so wrong. She fingerfucked her cunt harder, making little involuntary slutty moans. "Okay, Laura, we've got your baseline readings from you now," Royce said. "Thank you so much for coming in and pleasuring yourself on our machines." "Thank you for letting me play with myself like a whore," Laura said. That was what she was supposed to say, wasn't it? It was so hard to think on the aphrodisiac drugs. "We're now moving into the active program. The goal of the program, as you know, is to sexually reorient you so you enjoy and indeed crave sex with males. As you know, that's not possible, because you were born a lesbian, so you don't need to be too worried." That sounded good to Laura. She nodded, and pushed her fingers further into her fuckhole. "Now, honestly, some of the components of the program will involve you doing strange things at home, and some of them directly involve your lover. Her name's Erica, right?" Laura nodded. "You're simply not going to be able to conceal them all from Erica. So it's really important that you secure her cooperation. There's a lot of ways you can do this - Laura, are you listening?" Laura wasn't listening. She was focusing on her pussy. Roy petulantly reached out and pinched Laura's nipple. She squealed. He pinched it again. "Are you paying attention now?" Laura nodded enthusiastically. Her boob hurt where he had pinched it. She noticed he hadn't let go of her breast; his hand was still resting on it. It felt good. "Okay, so as I was saying, you need to secure Erica's cooperation. You can do it a lot of ways. You can be honest and truthful with her, and gain her support. That's a good strategy, but you should bear in mind some of the components of the program are pretty strange. She might not be okay with them. What we recommend instead is that you set up a situation with your lover where she knows to do what you say and not ask questions. You should teach her that sex happens when you want it, not when she does, that you don't ask permission, and that sometimes it involves hurting or degrading her. You should teach her to ask permission to not do things that she dislikes, rather than just tell you she won't do them. You should make her feel guilty and insecure so that she doesn't want to confront you about things. Do you think you can do that, Laura?" Degrading Erica. Right now, it seemed so naughty. Yes - Laura wanted that. She wanted to push Erica down and just rape her. Erica was submissive anyway; she liked it when Laura took charge. Laura just had to tell Erica to be good and behave for a few months while she got this program stuff done. Laura nodded to Royce. Yes, she could dominate her girlfriend. Royce squeezed Laura's tit appreciatively. She gasped with happiness. "Okay, so to show you're ready to go, we'll need you to bring us some pictures of Erica. You don't need to come in tomorrow, so your next session is Monday night. Bring us the pictures before then. We need a photo of Erica completely naked. We need a close up of her cunt. We need a photo of her masturbating, a photo of her with an object inserted in her pussy, and a photo of her pissing. Remember to take your pill before coming in on Monday, okay?" Laura nodded. She felt her orgasm approaching. And then Royce squeezed her tit again, and it sent her over the edge. She bucked up and down on the table, squealing with happiness, looking into Royce'e eyes. "Good kitten," he said, and stroked her hair as she came down from her orgasm. *** Laura was still feeling the effects of the drugs as she got home. Because she hadn't had a session in the chair, she was home earlier than expected, and caught Erica still making dinner. "Oh, honey, you're early. Was there not enough work tonight?" asked the gorgeous strawberry blonde girl. She was wearing an apron over the top of a short summer dress. Work? Laura remembered she had told Erica that she was working at the clinic. She also remembered what Royce had said about controlling Erica. She looked at her lover, with the kitchen light shining through her hair, and she remembered how much she loved this girl, and how lucky she was to have her. And then her pussy twitched, and she remembered how much she wanted to fuck her, as well. "I'm going to fuck you," said Laura, in a throaty, sexy voice that wasn't like her at all. She walked towards Erica and grabbed Erica's shoulders, pushing Erica down towards the floor. "The dinner's on," protested Erica. "I need to watch it." Laura let go of Erica, walked over to the stove, and turned off all the burners. Satisfied that nothing would catch on fire, she walked back to Erica, lifted her skirt, reached into Erica's panties, and cruelly pinched Erica's clitoris. Erica shrieked and fell against Laura, trying to pull her pussy away from Laura's hand. "When I say I'm going to fuck you, you get on your knees, because you love me, do you understand?" whispered Laura. "What?" squealed Erica. Laura pinched her clitoris again, producing another squeal. "When I say I'm going to fuck you, you get on your knees," repeated Laura. "What do you do when I say I'm going to fuck you?" She prodded at Erica's clit again for emphasis. "I get on my knees," gasped Erica, clearly on the edge of tears. She was shocked at Laura's sudden violence and didn't know what was going on. "Good girl," said Laura. She released Erica's clit, and looked at Erica expectantly. Slowly, the girl sank to her knees, her face level with Laura's cunt. Laura raised her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and guided Erica's mouth to her swollen, moisty twat. She gasped happily as Erica began to obediently lick at her. "I don't think you're grateful enough to me," said Laura as Erica lapped at her fuckhole. "You were a submissive little whore in school. You didn't even have the guts to come out and confess you were a lesbian. I had to seduce you before you even admitted how much you like cunt." She pulled Erica's face tighter against her cunny. "If it weren't for me, I bet you have ended up letting some boy fuck you. Instead of having a career and a lovely house and a girlfriend, you'd be some boy's little fuckbitch, down on all fours every night getting cum in your pussy." Laura felt Erica start to shake, and she realised Erica was crying. The licking hadn't stopped, but Laura started to feel guilty, and she would have pulled away and apologised to Erica if, at that moment, she hadn't felt the most wonderful feeling - Erica's hot, salty tears against Laura's inner thigh. Erica was literally crying into Laura's cunt, and it was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced. Laura gasped with sudden delight and pushed harder against Erica's face. As Erica cried and licked, her breath occasionally caught in long, shuddering sobs, and each time the sudden change of rhythmn in Erica's breath made Laura feel amazing. How had she never realised how good it was to be licked out by a crying girl? She knew why Erica was so distressed, of course. There was an element of truth in what Laura was saying. Erica had been brought up to expect to be married to a decent man and play housewife. She had no interest in boys but she probably really would have just let some man marry her and rape her every night if Laura hadn't intervened. "I love you so much and give you so much," Laura continued as Erica ate her pussy, "and all I ask is that you keep the house financed. But you can't even do that right. I have to go out and work a second job to make up for the fact that you're too much of a prude to fuck whoever you need to to get promoted." That too was true. Erica often talked about how her boss made come-ons to her; she was fairly certain if she submitted to her boss' advances she would receive a promotion. But she was a lesbian, and he was a man, and besides Erica turned red even talking about sex, let alone offering herself up as a prostitute to her boss. "So that's why...." Laura began, steeling herself for the bluff she was about to make next, and at the same time feeling a wonderful trembling start in her pussy. "That's why... I'm going to break up with you." And just as she said it, and as Erica gasped in shock and horror, Laura orgasmed, bucking her hips against Erica's face. Erica pulled away from Laura's pussy. There were tears streaming down her face, mingling with the juices from Laura's pussy. A moment ago Laura would have found it erotic, but now, coming down from her orgasm, it just looked pathetic. "Why?" cried Erica. "I love you! I love you so much!" "You don't act like it," said Laura. "You're always complaining about what I spend my money on, and implying that I flirt with boys like some kind of slut, and saying no to me when I want you to pretend to be some kind of sexy character I've seen on TV." "I do! I love you!" wept Erica. She was still down on her knees, and now she crawled forward and tried to hug Laura's leg. Laura jerked her leg out of the way. "Are you asking me to give you another chance?" asked Laura. "Yes, yes," cried Erica. She looked so pathetic down there, snivelling and wet and covered with cunt slime. "What will you do to earn a second chance?" asked Laura. "Anything," pleaded Erica. "Please, anything. I'll be good." "I want three things from you," said Laura. She had thought about what she was going to ask for. She had to make it clear to Erica that things were different now, and teach Erica that she really would do anything to be with Laura. "What?" asked Erica. "Anything!" "First, I want you to be more sexually available. I want you to grant my every sexual fantasy. It doesn't matter what it is, it doesn't matter if you enjoy it or even if you hate it. You do what I say, without asking questions, without making comment." "Yes!" gasped Erica, still crying. "Yes, I'll do it." "Think about it, baby," said Laura. She reached down and stroked Erica's face. "Anything. If I want to slap you while we fuck, I'll slap you. If I want to urinate in your mouth, you'll drink it. Are you really read to do whatever I want?" Erica looked horrified by the thought of drinking Laura's urine, and to be honest Laura was horrified by it too. She didn't want to do that to Erica. But she needed to know Erica wasn't going to wuss out at the first kinky demand. Leaving aside the Clinic, Laura did have some fairly specific fantasies she wanted Erica's help with, and some of them involved the plastic strap-on cock she'd bought that day. "Erica?" prompted Laura. "Yes," said a defeated Erica. "I can slap you while we fuck?" asked Laura. "Yes," said Erica quietly. "Good girl," said Laura. She moved her leg, to let Erica cuddle up to it like a pet. Erica hugged it gratefully. "Secondly," said Laura, "I want a better level of devotion from my girlfriend. I don't want to come home and find you still cooking dinner, or loafing around like a lazy slut." "I won't," mumbled Erica, but Laura wasn't finished. "You know those play handcuffs in the underwear drawer, honey? I want you to use them. When I come home, I want to find you kneeling naked on the floor, in front of the front door, with the door wide open and your hands cuffed behind your back, ready to lick my pussy." Erica looked worried. "With the door open? But... people will see me..." "Probably not. If you don't turn the lights on in the hallway they'll have to look hard to see you. And even if they do notice you naked and kneeling like a good little slut, so what? They'll just know that I have a great girlfriend, and that's okay." Laura stroked Erica's face. "You have lovely tits, baby. It's a shame the way you always hide them away." Erica self-consciously pressed her breasts against Laura's leg. "Will you do it?" asked Laura. "Every night, naked and kneeling." Erica looked up at Laura, searching for a way out, a sign that Laura would relent. But there was none. "Yes," she finally said, in a quiet voice. Laura smiled. "And finally I want to cum in your pussy." "What?" gasped Erica. "What do you mean?" Laura bent down and picked up the bag from the adult shop. "No questions, no protests, remember? I'm going to explain what's going to happen, and you're going to keep your pretty mouth shut unless you're using it to lick something. If you say one word, it is over between us." She got out one of the vials and looked at it. It was disgusting, which meant it was perfect for breaking Erica in right now. "This is pig cum," said Laura, holding up the vial. "I'm pouring it into a special ejaculating strap-on cock." Erica watched as Laura filled the plastic cock from the vial. The pig cum was surprisingly fluid - Laura had expected something sticky and chunky, for some reason. "I'm going to strap on this dildo, and then I'm going to fuck you in the pussy with it. I'm not going to care about whether you're enjoying it, because this is you showing me you'll do what it takes to stay with me. Eventually the dildo is going to "cum", and spray the inside of your pretty little womb with pig semen." Erica looked like she might be sick. Laura ignored her. "Then I'm going to refill the dildo with more pig cum, and then I'm going to fuck your mouth with it, until I cum there too. You're going to swallow every last drop of the pig cum, or it's over between us. Okay?" Erica was crying again, but she nodded. Laura pulled Erica's face towards her cunt in a comforting motion, but it was really intended to let Laura feel that wonderful sensation of Erica crying into her cunt again. She knew that Erica was hers to control. Maybe not totally - there would be some things Erica would rebel at - but if she was going to let Laura ejaculate pig cum into her mouth, then clearly Laura had a strong hold over her. ** Erica kept crying all the way to the bedroom. It was sexy up to a point, but annoying and offputting after that. Laura finally took pity on her, and fetched her a glass of water with one of the Clinic's aphrodisiac pills secretly mixed into it. She watched Erica drink it, and then sat on the bed with Erica, stroking her hair and kissing her, until the pill kicked in. She knew it was working when Erica started to breathe heavily and become flushed. She was aroused, despite the imminent threat of rape and pig semen. With Erica primed, Laura buckled the strap on around her waist. It had a smaller, but still significant, dildo on the interior side of the harness that pushed deliciously into Laura's fuckhole. Any motion on the main dildo would cause a similar motion inside Laura. Plastic cock attached, Laura pushed Erica down on the bed and spread her legs. Laura moaned with delight as she slid the strap-on into Erica's twat. She had fucked Erica with a dildo before, but not like this. The vibrators in the strap-on buzzed at just the right frequency, and the interior dildo pushed hard against Laura's cunt as the main phallus met resistance in Erica's tight little cunny. On top of all that, it reminded Laura of the videos she had seen at the clinic, of men fucking women, and that in turn reminded her of the chair, of having repeated public orgasms in front of the beautiful Amy. Erica moaned too, unable to help herself with the Mayim Clinic drugs in her system. Laura leaned down and kissed her girlfriend on the lips. Erica's mouth was wet and soft and Laura was immediately addicted to sucking on Erica's salty, nimble tongue. The two girls made muffled noises of happiness as they passionately french kissed, and Laura slowly pumped her hips up and down against her lover's slutbox. Remembering that she was supposed to be educating Erica, Laura pulled away, contemplated her lover's ecstasy-flushed face, and then slapped Erica sharply across the cheek with her hand. Erica squealed, but before she could complain Laura was leaning down and kissing her again. For the next little while Laura repeated this pattern - fucking Erica's pussy while kissing her, and then pulling away and painfully slapping her, before returning for more kisses. She wriggled her hand down between their wet, nude bodies, and found Erica's clitoris, which she started to painfully and randomly pinch as they fucked. A confused Erica tried to protest the pain but was at the same time filled with arousal and lust from the drugs. Laura made a game of it, seeing how much pain and shock she could give Erica without Erica losing her arousal. She pulled hard on Erica's nipples, pulled her hair, and wiggled an unwelcome finger into Erica's anus. By the time Laura was close to cumming, Erica was crying again, tears running from her eyes even as she enthusiastically bucked back against Laura's plastic strap-on. Then the strap on started to twitch as its internal sensors decided it was time to cum. Laura disappointingly couldn't feel anything special as it started to spurt its payload into Erica, but she could tell from Erica's horrified face that her lover most definitely COULD feel it, and was intensely aware of the sticky white pig sperm being sprayed into her uterus. Laura slapped Erica's surprised, disgusted face again, and then leaned in kiss the girl just as Laura's own orgasm exploded delightfully in her cunt. Erica hadn't cum, but Laura didn't care. This felt wonderful; fucking a girl violently, just taking what Laura wanted and using her like a toy. She realised that this was something that had been building up inside her - her resentment at Erica for having a better job, for making more money. She wanted to hurt Erica for being better than Laura. She wanted to hurt Erica for making Laura feel worthless by comparison. She wanted to hurt Erica for being such a submissive, useless cunt. Most of all, Laura felt powerless and scared about what was happening to her with her blackmailer and with the clinic and with her boss, and she felt trapped and degraded, and she really, really wanted to take it out on someone. And here was Erica, being a sexy, obedient little fuckpig. She slapped Erica again for good measure. Before, she would have been scared that Erica would leave her if Laura acted like this. But that was before she'd discovered just how much Erica would do to stay with her. Now she knew that Erica would let Laura rape and hit her and it was all okay. If anything, Laura realised, she would have to keep going now. If she kept using Erica like this, Erica would learn it was normal. If Laura backed off or apologised, Erica might realise just how fucked up tonight was, and think twice about it. Once she'd recovered from her orgasm, Laura climbed off Erica. Both girls were dripping with sweat in a very appealing way. Laura reached down and grabbed the plastic cock to remove it from the halter. Her hand ended up sticky with cunt nectar and pig sperm. She hurriedly opened the base of the cock, refilled it with more pig sperm from the bottle, and then reattached it. She looked at her sticky, spermy hand, and then reached down and deliberately wiped it clean in Erica's hair. Erica recoiled in disgust but said nothing. She looked up at Laura with pleading, hurting eyes, so Laura slapped her again. Next Laura moved around so she was in a 69 position over Erica, the plastic cock lined up with Erica's mouth. "Open up, honey," she said, and pushed her hips forward. Erica clearly didn't want to open her mouth - the tip of the dildo was still smeared with pig cum from its first use - but as Laura kept pushing down with more pressure, Erica eventually submitted and allowed the strap-on into her mouth. Laura pressed a little further, but then realised that the full length of the cock wouldn't fit into Erica's mouth without Erica gagging. She briefly regretted never teaching Erica to suppress her gag reflex previously, but then Laura had never realised she'd want to do this to Erica until this week. Laura could hardly complain - she'd have just as much difficulty swallowing a cock of that size. She would have to practice, she thought to herself. In any case, she settled for clamping Erica's head hard between her knees, and keeping her crotch raised slightly above Erica's mouth so as not to choke her. It meant she wouldn't be able to feel Erica's breath and her tears on her cunt, but Laura supposed she couldn't have anything. Once she was sure Erica was managing the phallus, Laura began to slowly and gently pump her hips up and down, driving the cock in and out of Erica's lips. While Erica struggled to suck on the big plastic dick, Laura contemplated her lover's pussy. It was wet and engorged and sopping wet with pussy juices, but it also had a thick slimy rope of pig cum dripping from it. Laura was initially repulsed, but then she remembered her experience sucking on the strap on today. The cum had tasted good. Would this taste good too? It came from a pig - which was disgusting. A male pig. A real one, too - this wasn't a fake substitute. But it looked so sexy there, in her lover's twat. It seemed so obvious looking at it that this was how a vagina was meant to look - wet, ready for fucking, and with a trace of semen leaking from it. Laura's cunt made her decision for her. It wanted sex. it wanted slutty, whorish actions. It wanted to cum again and again. Bowing to its commands, Laura leant forward and began licking Erica's beaver. And oh, it was good. The cunt juices were thick and nectary and flavoured with sweat, while the cum was thick and sticky and salty. Erica squealed and tried to pull her cunt away when Laura started, clearly repulsed by the idea of her lover deliberately licking cum from her pussy, but Laura held her still, and pushed the strap-on a bit further into Erica's mouth than was comfortable by way of warning, and Erica got the message and held still. With Erica compliant, Laura was free to bury her face in the delicious, wet pussy, to rub her cheeks and nose all around in Erica's soft moist dampness, and to probe her tongue as deep into Erica's snatch as it would go to lick out the cum. When it became clear her tongue had tasted everything it could reach, Laura started digging her fingers into Erica's fuckhole, pulling out big scoops of semen and then licking them from her fingers. It was amazing. A part of Laura felt uncomfortable with it. Could she be a lesbian and like the taste of cum? Apparently she could. She didn't want a man to put it into her, but when the semen got in her mouth anyway it was an amazing sensation. It was like rich, melting chocolate, only better. It was like a sweet vodka mix, only better. It was like sugar melting on her tongue, only better. She couldn't get enough of it. At some point during the exploration of Erica's snatch, Erica orgasmed. Laura didn't care. In fact she felt annoyed; Erica shouldn't get to enjoy this. She viciously pinched Erica's clitoris as Erica shuddered and moaned around the fat plastic cock, but the pinches only seemed to make Erica cum harder. Laura vindictively pushed her plastic cock further into Erica's mouth until she felt Erica start to choke, and smiled. That was more like it. She let Erica choke for a little, and then pulled back. After a while, Laura felt her strap-on twitching again, and smiled happily at the thought that it was even now filling Erica's mouth with the delicious pig sperm. She sighed happily, resting her face against Erica's pussy, until the strap-on had done its work, and then quickly pulled out of Erica's mouth, turned around so as to reverse the 69, sunk the cock back into Erica's twat, and then began to kiss Erica passionately on the mouth. As she had hoped, Erica's mouth still tasted of sperm. Laura ran her tongue around the inside of Erica's mouth, catching the last drips of semen and delightedly sucking them down her throat. Erica only moaned, overwhelmed and broken. Laura bucked against Erica's pussy until she herself came a second time, and then finally pulled out. As she lay there next to the exhausted Erica, she unbuckled the strap on and passed it to her girlfriend. "This is for you to clean. it was nice to you today, so you kiss it to say thank you before anything else. Then you clean it. Cleaning it means you lick it clean as far as possible with your tongue. Then you pour water into the inside of it, tip the water back out, and drink the water. That pig cum is expensive and I want to make sure we don't waste any. It all goes inside you. Once you've done that you clean it inside and outside with soap and water, okay?" Erica nodded, forlornly. Laura could see she was about to start crying again. She leaned over and kissed Erica. "Good girl," she said. "Good little lesbian slut." And she thought to herself that if sex from now on was going to be like this, the Clinic had done her a favour in suggesting she treat Erica this way. (To be continued...)

The Meeting Judy Tsang was in no doubt that she was taking chances by not telling anyone about where she was going. Over the previous two months she had built up a friendship over the internet with a supposedly nice guy. She had felt at ease with John Thompson right from the very start. Even so all trust was just on his word. At the very start it had been an innocent chat as she already had a boyfriend and John knew this. He had in no way tried to undermine her relationship. The fact that the chat had turned to sex early on had only reinforced her view that John was an ok! Guy. It was his laid back approach that had instilled some trust in her. But as the meeting was looming ever closer she did begin to get some butterflies in her stomach. The mere prospect of what they were going to do both excited and frightened her. It had been agreed that she was to meet him at New Street station in Birmingham where he was going to then drive her out to his house on the outskirts. Although she had seen photographs of him and his car, with the registration plate fully visible it was the only real evidence that she had to trace him by. The problem was she hadn’t left any instructions or details just in case she didn’t return. She was both sweating in the palms of her hand and was wet between her legs at the thought of what John had promised her would happen. Just as the train pulled in at platform 4 she made a mental check to see that she had prepared right. She was wearing a short dress, stockings, suspenders, silky knickers and bra, all in white. It was warm enough to forgo wearing a coat. Her slender figure accentuated her femininity and she smiled because she knew she looked good. Her oriental skin blended well with white. Briskly walking out of the exit she had a brief anxious moment when she suddenly realised he might not even turn up. This was only brief though because there he was, as promised, at the bottom of the elevators. John smiled and they recognised each other the first instant from the many photo’s they had exchanged. With a grin as wide as could be humanly imaginable he made a few steps toward her. He stood five inches taller than her at 5 foot seven inches. His blonde hair was cut short and although he was dressed casually in jeans and Blue T shirt it was obvious that he was a business man. He broke the ice. “Well all I can say is that you look good in your pictures but even so they don’t do you justice.” Judy knew he was right but all the same she still glowed with pride. A lot of the apprehension she might have felt earlier disappeared. John led the way to the carpark and Judy soon spotted his dark blue convertible Jaguar sitting proudly with the same number she had seen in the photo’s. Within five minutes they were cruising down Broad Street with the top down and wind in her hair. John’s house was in Edgbaston just off Hagley Road and she felt quite at ease even though it was detached and hidden from the outside world. John didn’t even put the hood up before he led Judy through the front door. Without further ado John took her upstairs to the main bedroom. Because they had already discussed what they were going to do Judy felt no unease at the speed of events. She looked to John for instructions on what to do next. John just put his finger to his lips to indicate few words were going to be said. Then he gently but firmly placed his hands on her shoulders and directed her to stand at the end of the bed. After a 5 second pause he slowly began to unbutton the dress from behind. It slid off her shoulders and lay around her feet. John then got on his knees and lifted each of her feet in turn before taking her pristine white shoes off. Judy closed her eyes as he stood behind her and unclipped her bra. Slowly his hands slid over her skin to cup her small pert breasts as he tenderly kissed the side of her neck. Her nipples promptly stood to attention as the palms of his hands circled around them. It was very erotic but Judy hadn’t anticipated what happened next. She never saw anything but she could sense something different when it was apparent that he had used scissors to cut her flimsy silk knickers. She was aware of him putting them to his face and obviously enjoying their smell. After a minute he moved around in front of her and rapidly stripped naked two feet away. There in front but untouchable. She looked down to see his erection pointing up at her face. It was murder to stand still. She could feel her juices quietly seeping out. Still facing her John backed away towards the door that apparently led into the ensuite bathroom. With a knowing look on his face he opened it slowly and an alsation trotted into the room. As if on cue the dog put his nose straight up to Judy’s fanny. It only sniffed for a moment before its tongue darted out and began licking. This in itself brought a mini orgasm. Still reeling from this she had no resistance when she felt Johns hands pulling her backwards towards the bed. Refusing to open her eyes to what was happening all she could do was gasp when she realised that as soon as she was sitting on his lap his cock was at the ring of her bum hole. At the same time as his cock entered her small, tight anus she felt the dogs rough but strong tongue licking all around her labia lips. John pulled her backwards so that she was lying on top of him and she could feel his cock deep inside. As soon as she was lying flat the dogs two front paws were astride her body as it jumped up in order to mount her. John helped to guide the dogs big red cock inside her soaking fanny. John stayed still as the dog pumped away at an ever increasing speed. One orgasm followed another. She wished it would never end. Just as a spurt in her bum indicated that John had cum she squealed in delight as the gallons of spunk shot out of the dog into her fanny. The combination of the dogs very enlarged cock and Johns erection still in her tight bum made her feel like she was about to burst. After a minutes rest John slid his cock out and it was only then that Judy realised that the dogs cock had got so big it couldn’t pull it out. Realising her trauma John calmly explained that the dog had what was called a knot part of his cock. Bluntly speaking the dogs cock head had swollen to the size of a tennis ball. He then leant down and gently parted her labia and after a bit of effort and some pain on Judy’s side she felt it pop out. The dog immediately began to lick his own cock to clean up any fluids still on it. John pulled Judy up before he laid her on the bed alongside him. He gently kissed her on the lips for the first time. They smiled at each other. Thirty minutes later they came out of the shower with barely a word being spoken. One thing they did agree on though that they would meet like this on a monthly basis. John promised that the each time there would be a variation on the same theme. One hour later Judy looked at her watch as the train pulled away and realised that she had just had the most incredible 3 hours of her life. She was sorry it had happened so fast but she certainly wasn’t going to miss one monthly meeting with her mister stranger.

Robert was a happily married man, or so he thought. Robert was 39 years old. He and his wife Jessica, who was 34, had three wonderful children. They had been married for six years, so they had a child every two years. Robert came from a large family. Growing up with four sisters and three brothers. Robert's mother, Eleanor, was also from a large family. So Robert was intent to keep up the "family tradition" an have lots of kids. Although married for 6 years, family and friends felt they were an unlikely couple. Robert and his family were devout Christians. While Jessica was known as a "party girl" in college. Jessica and Robert actually met when Jessica became friends with Robert's younger sister. Even Roberts sister was surprised when she learned that Jessica and Robert were started dating. Initially Robert's mom was very much against their relationship, and wasn't shy about it either. However Eleanor eventually warmed up to Jessica once she started babies. Still Jessica always had a love/hate relationship with her mother in law. With three kids, and his wife and mom now on good terms. Robert's only problem had to do with a particular aspect of his job. Several times a year, it took him "overseas" for a few weeks. Early on this wasn't a problem. But it became one once they started a family. That's because Robert soon realized he couldn't stand being away from his family, even for a few weeks. So he decided to do something most people would feel, was a very strange thing to do. He actually installed several "nanny cams" in his home. This way he could be with his family even when he was away. Besides Robert was something of a "tech head" and was able to easily tie the camera feeds into to a secure, high speed internet connection for viewing on his phone or laptop. However he didn't do any of this to "spy" on his wife and kids. He just wanted to watch his family going about their daily activities. He didn't tell anyone because he didn't want them acting differently for the camera. He quickly discovered that he really liked it seeing how his kids would come crying to mommy,. Asking about when daddy was coming home! He liked it whenever Jessica would invoke his name when the kids were misbehaving, and how this would always make them stop. He also liked it when he'd listen to Jessica talking on the phone to her friend or family member about how much she missed having Robert around. Although some would question what he was doing. Right or wrong, it satisfied his strong need to stay close to his family despite being physically absent. Shortly after their 3rd child, Robert and Jessica decided to buy a "cabin" in the woods as a quiet and fun place for the family to enjoy, especially in the summer. The cabin was actually a small, ranch style home located near a large lake which was popular for both camping and fishing. Although out in he woods, the cabin itself was only 5 or so miles away from a large town There were other such cabins in the surrounding area so they still had neighbors and all. Little did Robert know, but this decision would end up ruining his marriage. Their closest neighbors were Frank and his wife Janet. They were an older couple in their late sixties. They were friendly and helped them settle in. Robert learned from Frank that cabins were sometimes broken into and lived in by people when not in use. So this prompted Robert to also install cameras in the cabin as well. This way he could document any potential theft or property damage. Besides he knew his wife and family would sometimes be at the cabin when he was away. So now he could stay in contact with this family there as well. As luck would have it, the previous owners had installed central air conditioning. Robert felt it wasn't really needed, so they never used it. But with air vents all around. This provided a perfect place for Robert to install hidden cameras. The vents allowed enough room for a video camera to be securely mounted, and the vent grilles helped to conceal them. This also meant he could install "high end" cameras. Unlike the nanny cams, these camera's featured full HD recording. With pan, tilt and zoom capabilities. Again all tied into a secure high speed WiFi network. For viewing in real time, or saved to a secure server viewing later. All though high tech wasn't necessary to watch his family while away. The cabin was enough of a financial investment and the remoteness of it warranted this extra security in Robert's mind. However neither Jessica or his family knew about these cameras. However since the cabin was only used at certain times. Robert didn't really think he'd get much out of these cameras. So when Robert was again abroad for a few weeks. He was surprised when he returned to his room and saw that the cabin cameras had been activated. With literally, hours of recordings available for viewing. The cameras were motion activated. So he knew someone or something was in the cabin. Jessica didn't tell him about any plans to stay at the cabin while he was away. So he was completely taken by surprise when the camera in the hallway popped on and he saw Jessica unlocking the front door and walking into the cabin. After putting down a couple of small luggage bags. She quickly walked back out the door, closing it behind her. After a min without further motion detected. The cameras will shut down. Robert sees that the next recorded file begins about 10 min later. When he clicks on the next file, he once again sees Jessica opening the door and walking in. This time he's shocked when he sees that the neighbors dog. Bully, a large American pit bull following her in. This was especially shocking because Jessica had always expressed a very real apprehension towards Bully. Whenever he'd wander onto the property. Jessica would hurriedly round up the kids and bring them inside and calling out to Robert to do something about the dog. Bully was actually harmless and Robert certainly didn't see him as threat in any way. Still he understood Jessica's apprehension, due to her claims of being bitten by a dog when she was a young girl. So why would Jessica of all people, be bringing Bully into the cabin. It was clear she even went and got him. Which explained the 10 min gap between activity. Why would she do such a thing? Also why was she by herself? where were the kids?He was even further surprised by just how excited Bully was. He was wagging his tale and circling around her in the hallway. This was extremely odd since Robert couldn't recall ever seeing Jessica interacting with him, not ever! So why was Bully so clearly excited? and why was Jessica clearly not showing any apprehension? Then, to make matters worse. Bully started to sniff at Jessica's crotch! It was summer and Jessica was wearing her favorite pair of cutoff jeans and a tank top. But instead of discouraging or ignoring this behavior like a normal person. She didn't seem to mind and just stood there looking down as he nosed around her crotch. Robert noticed that Bully's tale was now straight up. After a few sniffs, he actually began physically mouthing her crotch, actually forcing her back a step. Robert couldn't believe it! Why was Jessica letting him do this! Bully didn't stop there either. He immediately moved in even closer and continued loudly sniffing and mouthing her crotch. But instead of rebuking him, she let him do this for a bit longer before finally covering her crotch with her hand. After a couple of licks to the back of her hand. Bully then lifted himself up and actually grabbed Jessica by her hips. But Jessica gently backed out of his grasp. Robert was surprised when he saw that Jessica was actually smiling. Clearly she wasn't afraid of him at all.Clearly undeterred, Bully again moves his snout towards her crotch. But this time before he can sniff her again, Jessica quickly puts her hand over her crotch. Unable to get past the back of her hand. A clearly agitated Bully again lifts up and grasps her hips. However this time she doesn't move away. He's has her by the hips and is balancing himself on his hind legs with his tail wagging slightly. But instead of telling him to get down. She actually talks to him and says, "Wow you don't mess around do you, yeah I know what you want baby." It was becoming clear to Robert what Bully wanted as well! She finally backs out of his grasp, but then she does something even more shocking. She sits down on the small hallway bench. Takes his head in her hands, lowers her face slightly towards his and actually initiated a french kissing session with him! Robert watched with utter shock and horror as she literally "French kisses" Bully for almost two whole min. Clearly into it, she was softly moaning and making cooing sounds as she frenched him. Robert simply couldn't believe it. His anger mounting. "What the hell is wrong with her!" What did Jessica think she was doing! French kissing a freaking dog! Obviously the dog didn't know they were french kissing, but Jessica certainly did! It ended when Bully finally lost interest and quickly lowered his head and again started nosing around her crotch. Robert's anger towards his wife continued to rise as she responded by leaning back a bit and opening her legs for him. Robert wanted to yell out, "Stop it, don't let him do that! Bully was again aggressively sniffing and mouthing around her crotch. Dogs of course have an excellent smell sense. So obviously Bully could still smell her pussy and was clearly licking at the very scent of her pussy even through the material of her jeans. Which explains why Bully was so intent on what he was doing. Robert was particularly stuck at the almost obscene sound of Bully's large tongue rasping against the crotch of her jeans. Bully was clearly licking as if he was tasting something he really liked. Using long and forceful strokes, his tongue continued to literally wear away at her jeans. Robert also noticed that his licking was finally making an effect on Jessica. After a few hisses and low moans, she actually spread herself even further apart for him. It almost looked to Robert as if Bully was intentionally trying wear away the fabric of her jeans with his tongue. Finally after about two min. To Robert's further consternation, She then stood up and started to unbuttons her jeans. Then gently swaying her hips from side to side. She struggles to push her tight fitting jeans down past her crotch. Bully is clearly excited by this and his tale is clearly wagging as he watches. Robert was then even further surprised when he saw that Jessica wasn't wearing any panties! No wonder Bully was licking her crotch so intently. The fabric of her jeans was the only thing that was between his tongue and her pussy. This clearly confirmed what Robert had thought. Bully was clearly tasting the actual scent of her pussy even though her jeans. . This also explained why his licking was starting to make her softly hiss and moan. His tongue was so large and powerful, the material of her jeans was likely hitting and rubbing up against her clit and sensitive lips. However with her jeans now pushed down past her crotch. Bully aggressively stock his snout right between her legs. Jessica took in a short, pleasurable sounding breath, but quickly covered her pussy with her hand. Jessica covered up with her left hand. Undeterred, Bully kept trying to get at her. Bully began licking the back of her hand. So Robert had to endure the sight of bully licking her wedding ring as he desperately tried to get at her pussy. This really galled Robert. His mind immediately flashed back to he day he slipped that very ring onto her hand at their wedding ceremony. Still despite everything, Robert was encouraged by the fact Jessica was actually covering herself up, and not giving him direct access to her. So even as upsetting and disturbing as all this was. Robert was hoping this was as far as she'd let things go. He was quickly encouraged even further when Jessica suddenly pulled her jeans back up. However she doesn't button them back up, So Bully starts to lick her still slightly exposed groin area just above her vagina. Bully still tried to get his tongue down into her pants. However Jessica backed away and finally buttons herself back up. Robert immediately thought to himself. OK! maybe that was it. Keep in mind that all this happened while they were still in the front hall. So ten minutes of this disgusting behavior by Jessica could still be forgiven. Jessica then picks up her bags and then begins walking down the hallway towards their bedroom, with Bully following closely behind. The bedroom camera then clicks on and he sees Bully run past her and jump up on top the bed, with his tail straight up in the air. However Jessica doesn't take any notice and starts to unpack. Bully jumps off and on the bed several times as she unpacks, but she continues to take little notice. Then as before, Bully again starts trying to nose around her crotch. This time however, Robert is relieved when he sees that Jessica doesn't indulge him as before. As Jessica began settling in. Bully at first kept following her everywhere, continually trying to get at her crotch. He even attempted to grasp her by her hips a few times. However Jessica didn't stay sill for him and simply went on with whatever she was doing. Now clearly being ignored by her, Bully finally seemed to give up. He stopped following her around, and simply flopped down on the bedroom floor. Whenever Jessica came in , he'd stand back up to watch but wouldn't approach her. When she walked back out, he'd just flop back down on the floor. Robert kept hoping either Janet or Frank would now call, or show up looking for Bully. Better yet, he kept expecting Jessica would simply bring him back. Although deeply disturbed and disgusted by what he had seen. Robert still felt he could forgive her behavior and move on. However Robert's hopes were soon dashed. Suddenly after literally ignoring Bully for almost two hours. Now settled in, Jessica walked into the bedroom and this time closed the door behind her. Bully immediately got up and approached her. As always, he quickly began nosing around and mouthing her crotch. before again aggressively licking her crotch through her jeans. This time however, Jessica seemed much more into it. She actually began gently grinding herself against his snout as he licked. Even straddling her legs more apart for him. After a few hisses and a few quick inhales. She starts to unbutton her jeans. After struggling a bit to slip her tight jeans off past her hips, she then places a hand on Bully's back for balance as she finally removes her shorts. She was now naked from the waist down. Bully quickly moves in and again goes for her now exposed crotch. However Jessica then abruptly walks away and slips on a pair of bikini style panties. Bully approaches and Jessica stands still as Bully gives a couple of loud sniffs before licking the crotch of her panties. To Robert's continuing chagrin, Jessica again straddled her legs apart and let him have at it. Jessica was quickly hissing and softly moaning as he sniffed, mouthed and licked her. Robert then noticed a large dark spot on the crotch of her panties. Obviously Bully's tongue literally soaked her crotch. Still, Robert clung to the idea that at no time was she letting him lick her exposed pussy. So as upsetting as all this was, maybe this was as far as she would let things go. However Jessica quickly proved him wrong when she then slipped the crotch of her panties towards the side, fully exposing her pussy to him. Finally able to get at her exposed pussy, Bully immediately and excitedly began licking her exposed vaginal lips. After a quick inhale, she takes a step back. She then quickly moves back towards him and practically pushes her pussy into his muzzle. After a few more licks, Jessica unexpectedly steps back and actually adjusts her pantie, then walks away and opens the bedroom door. The hallway camera clicks on again as she disappears into the guest room down the hall. Bully follows but she quickly reappears with two rather large oblong shaped, throw pillows, and begins walking back to the bedroom with Bully again right behind her. She then tosses them onto the bed. Robert immediately notices that Bully suddenly becomes quite excited at this and begins prancing and hoping around with his tale arched. She then walks to the bedroom door and again shuts it. Bully follows her and begins loudly sniffing her crotch the moment she turns around. After a few sniffs, he begins mouthing her crotch through her panties again. However Jessica quickly breaks this off and walks back towards the bed. He immediately follows and she again lets him stick his snout between her legs. But then Jessica seems to tease him because she then takes a step back. Forcing Bully to move forward to get at her again. So Robert was hoping that all this was just some perverse game Jessica liked to play, and that's all. Jessica then sat down on the edge of the bed and quickly slipped off her panties. Bully immediately approached and Jessica quickly spread her knees apart. This finally confirmed his worst suspicions. Bully wasted no time and aggressively stuck his head between her legs and began licking her. Jessica took in a quick breath before visibly spreading her knees even further apart. Bully was standing directly in front of her pussy and aggressively licking her. All Robert could see was the back of his head but he could clearly hear Bully's tongue eating her out. Then Bully tilted his head to one side and seemed to get deeper into her. Jessica let out a low moan then turned her hips slightly to the right while lifting one foot up onto the bed. This new position allowed Robert to get a much better view. That's when Robert suddenly remembered the cameras he installed were equipped with zoom capabilities. So he zoomed in and could now clearly see Bully's tongue licking her vaginal lips. She leaned back on her elbows as he licked. She then actually placed her foot onto his back and began cupping her breasts with her hands as he continued to aggressively eat her out. Clearly there was no mistaking what was happening. Jessica was clearly letting Bully go down on her. Jessica was clearly enjoying whatever sensations his tongue was producing as she began to softly hiss and moan, the lips on her mouth pursed and puckered as he worked over her pussy. His persistent, long, deep strokes clearly started to take effect. Her quick and short hisses and low moans began to grown in intensity and duration. Her lips were pursed and she began humming, Mm-hmm, Mm-hmm. This was an unmistakable sign of real sexual arousal. She was clearly giving voice to the pleasure his tongue was giving her. After a few more Mm-hmm's, apparently overcome with pleasure. She then flops completely onto her back. She then places both soles of her feet up onto the bed. Bully responds by moving in almost directly over her. His large head is now rubbing against her inner thighs. Positioned directly over her like this, lets him get even deeper into her with his tongue. Jessica then puts her arms all the way back in complete supplication to the pleasure. She keeps lifting her head to watch, then dropping it back onto the bed. Every time she lifts her head to watch, she hums again starts humming, Mm-hmm, Mm-hmm before finally putting her head back down. But just when it seemed that Jessica might actually cum. Bully suddenly stops licking and jumps up onto the bed. He tries to continue licking while standing over her, but his paws are too close to the edge of the bed and he is clearly hesitant. Jessica responds by actually scooting herself up towards the middle of the bed and then lays down completely on her back, knees up and both feet on the bed. Bully then stands beside her, lowers his head, and starts licking her while standing over her. Jessica then lowered and spread her legs apart for him.This now gave Robert a bird's eye view. Bully immediately began working her outer lips. Robert noticed that his wife's clit had swelled and was now out from its hood and clearly seen. Bully seemed to notice this too and quickly began licking it. Jessica placed one arm back under her head and watched him eat her out. Now working on her clit. Jessica was quickly hissing and quietly moaning in pleasure. Robert felt helpless as he watched his wife let a dog explore her pussy with his tongue. But there she was with her legs spread wide for him. Robert even felt jealous watching Jessica give Bully such intimate access to her. She was letting a dog smell, lick and fully explore her most intimate area. Only Robert had the rights to her sexual parts, no less a filthy dog. After initially watching, Jessica suddenly seems to experience a surge of pleasure and lets out a long hiss, then lays back completely on her back. She is again cupping and pulling on her nipples, and also moves her hands all over her body while he licked her. For some reason, Bully was also licking the inside of her thighs a lot. Robert wondered why, but as he licked her thigh, this left Jessica's pussy completely open to view. Robert then caught a glimpse of something shining on her pussy lips. When he zoomed in a bit he distinctly saw a tear drop shape substance hanging from her clit. Robert then watched in amazement as it then drips down. Another drop then quickly forms and takes its place. Bully clearly had her pussy in full response mode. Robert couldn't believe it, his wife's clit was literally dripping wet. In eight years of marriage, Robert never saw Jessica's pussy do anything like this. He could also see that her juices were collecting and pooling down around her perineum. Some of her juices had even seeped down to her anus. After licking her inner thighs, Bully then went right for that drop and literally lapped it up. Robert of course was aware that the sole purpose of a woman's clit was for pleasure. Clearly his wife's cunt was healthy and doing its job. As her clit was literally spitting out juices in response to the sexual stimulation from his large warm tongue. After working on her clit for a bit, Bully then started to literally roam all around her pussy. Bully was now using long, deep strokes. Licking the edge of her outer lips. Licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top, then back down again. He also worked on the sides of her inner lips. Bully also actively licked her perineum area. Clearly lapping up the juices that were collecting there. Bully had liked to thoroughly, that Robert could no longer see any juices anywhere. Once he had clicked up those juices, Bully now began aggressively licking around her her anus. This actually made Jessica's butt hole to pucker, and caused several clearly visible sphincter responses from her as well. However as he was working over her butt hole, her pussy was getting wet again. Robert could again clearly see wetness on her clit and lips. Bully clearly noticed this too and began working his way back up towards her clit. However apparently tired of standing. Bully then sits down right beside her. So he's now down on his stomach, but still aggressively eating her out. Although going by her hisses and moans, all this licking was clearly pleasurable. Bully simply wasn't working on her clit long enough to get her off. Then Bully, apparently having his full of Jessica's pussy juices. Stands up and straddles her. She clearly seems to understand what Bully wants because she looks up at him and says "OK baby, I know what you want." She then raises up onto her elbows and scoots back down towards the edge of the bed. Bully steps aside, and Robert clearly sees the the dark red tip of Bully's cock protruding from its sheath. As she's scooting down, she reaches for the throw pillows. She then raises up of the bed up and places one under her lower back. She then sits up and props up the other pillow then leans back onto it. She then places both her arms behind her, bracing herself with her palms. She then spreads her legs while thrusting her hips out slightly towards the edge and closer to Bully. Bully then lifts himself up and puts his front paws up on the bed. He then walks his hind legs towards her and the bed. Bully then begins trying to position himself. He leans in, and Jessica reaches out and puts both of her hands on his Bully's hips. Robert was numb as he watched both of them actively positioning themselves so they could have sex. He was forced to watch as his wife, the mother of his children. Was about to have sex with a dog, a filthy animal as Robert saw it. Jessica lets out a low moan when Bully then leans in against her. Both of her hands were on his hips. Bully is balancing himself on both hind legs and begins slowly thrusting his hips out, clearly trying to mount her. Jessica continues to maneuver herself, and Robert could clearly hear the sheet rustling as they positioned themselves. She's looking down under his chest and clearly trying to guide Bully into her. As she looks down, Bully's muzzle is up against her forehead. Robert can clearly hear Jessica's breathing, but Bully is completely silent. She's still leaning back again the pillow with her legs out and spread apart as she continues to try and guide him to her. Robert was amazed at how Bully almost seemed to be understand what was happening. How such a powerful dog would passively just stand there while Jessica moved his hips to the right and left , back and forth. Clearly Bully new full well that sex would follow. Jessica must have found the right angle as Bully suddenly thrusted his hips forward. Her head dropped back and Jessica let out a gasp of pleasure as his thick cock slid through her vaginal opening and into her warm wet pussy. The once quiet Bully, was now panting and grunting loudly as he began humping hard and deep. Robert watched as the two were now clearly entwined as lovers. She squeezed her knees up and together against him. Jessica was also grunting as they grinding against each other. She then lowers her head and was looking at him with her hair hanging down over her eyes. Her nipples fully erect. Her hands are caressing his back. She bit her lip and was letting out moans and gasps. Her knees and feet against his sides. Clearly lost in pleasure of her mouth open making in a O shape. She then lets out a series of loud moans. Her arms straighten and she visibly presses herself up into him. her arms now around his back, hugging him. Her face was against his chest and neck. His chin was resting against the top of her head. He then hears her start actually talking to Bully. Telling him how good he was fucking "Wow you really like to fuck, don't you!" "Oh, god yeah, make me cum, Bully. Clearly Bully didn't understand, but her pleasure simply forced her to talking to him like that. She continued to press herself up against him. her legs tightly wrapped around him. Suddenly Bully visibly moved his front legs closer together around her sides. He then began to thrust more in an upwards direction. Jessica clearly like this and again drops her head back. She begins muttering things under her breath, as his chest hit up against her breasts as he thrusted. She then let out a series of gasps and suddenly her whole body stiffen. It was obvious to Robert that Jessica had just been fucked to orgasm by a dog. It was clear that Jessica was now trying to stay in control long enough for Bully to finish. She didn't have to stay strong for long as Bully suddenly began bucking wildly, then just as suddenly stopped . He then leans completely on top of her, panting very loudly, clearly exhausted. She then drops her arms from his back letting her arms fall back down on the bed. Bully was standing on his hind legs and laying fully on top of her with his chin over her left shoulder, clearly exhausted and panting heavily. However he was still locked in and cumming inside her. Filling her with his seed. Unwilling and too exhausted to break their mating. Jessica had to simply lay there and wait for him to finish. Bully then slowly lifted his head, and placed his chin against her forehead. Jessica was also exhausted and just laid back onto the pillows. Then after about 10 or so min, Bully slowly raised himself. After a clearly audible wet sound, his cock visibly pops out of her. Bully quickly backs down off the bed and stands there with his cock visibly hanging down and glistening with Jessica's cunt and his own juices. Jessica then sits up and begins fixing up her hair. Jessica then does something that really took Robert by surprise. Jessica gets up, walks over to her bag. Pulls out a cigarette and lights it. This was perplexing because although Jessica had smoked when she was in college. She quit when they started having kids. Robert knew for a fact that Jessica had indeed quit. Robert was a non smoker and was extremely sensitive to second hand smoke. So he would've known if Jessica had taken up smoking again. So even this really through him for a loop as well. Bully's was now laying on the floor and panting. She briefly wiped herself with a few tissues before putting her shirt back on and slipping into a pair of sweatpants with the word "Pink" written across the back. First the hallway, then the kitchen camera clicks on as she then begins to make herself something to eat. Bully still exhausted, falls asleep on the bedroom floor. Nothing of note takes place for the next several hours. After eating dinner, Jessica sits down on the living room sofa. First she reads a book for a while, then watches TV. Robert sat in disbelief as he watched his wife calmly going about things as if nothing had happened. Jessica finally goes back into the bedroom where Bully is still asleep on the floor. Jessica then puts on her sneakers, then goes over and wakes Bully. Although the damage has already been done. Robert still hoped Jessica was about to bring him back. He's disappointed when he sees that its just a bathroom run. After locking up for the night, Jessica reruns to the living room to watch some TV. Soon after a wide awake Bully saunters in and goes right for Jessica. He immediately begins nosing around her crotch again. Jessica lifts up her hips and quickly slips her sweat pants down to her ankles. and spreads her knees apart for him. At first Jessica actually continues to watch TV as Bully licked away. After a few min, his licking begins to take effect and she's soon hissing and softly moaning. However Jessica then gets up and then pulls her pants back up. She then reaches for the remote and turns off the TV. She then walks down the hall to the bedroom, followed closely by Bully. Once inside she closes the door behind him and walks over to the bed. Bully follows and watches as Jessica quickly slips out of her sweatpants. She then sits down on the edge of the bed and spreads her knees apart. Bully quickly sticks his nose between her legs and begin licking. Jessica leans back on her palms and watches as Bully again explores her cunt with his tongue. Although Robert had already seen all this already. Robert still couldn't get over the shock about what he was seeing. There was his wife. Her legs spread wide apart. Her bare pussy fully accessible, letting dog do whatever he wanted to her most sensitive of areas. Robert was also a bit jealous of the the incredible intimacy of it all. She was totally trusting Bully, letting him freely explore her soft, and delicate slit. His large tongue was clearly taking effect. Robert again saw the glistening from her self producing lubricant. Watched as it inexorably ran down her lips and began to make a small, but noticeable wet spot on the sheets. Then like before, Bully abruptly stopped eating her out and jumped up onto the bed. Jessica wanted him to continue licking and just lays back while patting her pussy. But after a brief sniff and lick, Bully stops and once again straddles her with tale arched in the air. Bully was clearly trying to initiate another mating session. However instead of propping up the pillows again for missionary sex. This time Jessica gets up on her and and knees. Bully now has access to her fully exposes cunt, only this time from behind. He eagerly begins sniffing and licking her warm and moist pussy. Jessica clearly enjoys it and actually spreads her knees apart and lowers herself a bit giving him deeper access to her. Bully has his tongue deep inside her. So deep that Robert can clearly Bully's nose inhaling and exhaling against her lips as he eats her from behind. Jessica is enjoying it so much, she's slowly but visibly grinding herself back into his snout as he licks. But apparently having Jessica in this position was just too much for Bully. He stops licking and then places his chin on her back. Jessica seems to understand and while still on her hands and knees, moves up a bit towards the head of the bed. Bully then aggressively moves up. Grabs her hips, and mounts her. Jessica pushed back as Bully thrusted forward. Bully's cock quickly slid into his wife's warm wet cunt. Robert was actually surprised by the intensity of what followed. With Jessica fully up on her palms. Bully immediately began humping her was deep and hard. Bully's heavy balls were visibly slapping against Jessica's pussy. Robert distinctly heard their bodies making a loud clapping noise as they fucked. Jessica was grunting, her butt cheeks swayed back and forth in time with each stoke. Her excitement was clearly evident from the wet, squishing sounds her pussy was making. Jessica's breasts swayed back and forth with every thrust. Her mouth open. Bully was giving her such a workout, Robert could see a drop of sweat forming at the tip of her nose. After about 20 seconds of this hard pounding, Jessica blurts out to him, "Oh my god, yeah, oh yeah." Suddenly she lets out a gasp of air. Her body stiffens and she arches her back. This momentarily breaks his rhythm, and Jessica then collapses down onto her forearms. However with Bully has still holding onto her hips, and he resumed his humping. Amazingly Jessica tires to stay strong for him and keeps her butt raised up long enough for him to finish. After another 10 or so seconds, he suddenly stopped. Panting heavily, It took almost fifteen minutes before Bully was able to pull his swollen knot. Both of them were clearly tired after this intense sexual exertion. After lighting up another cigarette. Jessica then goes into the bathroom and takes a long shower as bully sleeps on the bed. As she showered, Robert couldn't help looking at the bed. He couldn't believe this was still actually their bed. Robert had slept in this bed. The same bed on which Jessica and Bully had twice copulated on. The pushed in pillows and disheveled sheets clearly reflecting their carnal pairings. After showering, Jessica watches some more TV before turning in for the night. Nothing of note happens during the night as the camera only clicked on when Jessica got up to go to the bathroom at around 4:00 am. However the action pickup up again a few hours later. It was early, Sat 8:10 AM to be exact. Jessica is laying on her side sleeping. Bully is also asleep opposite her. Bully clearly decides he wants to fuck again. As he gets up, he jostles the bed and seemingly wakes Jessica up from a light sleep. She groggily lifts her head and sees him standing over with his front leg . against her shoulder. He then begins nosing and licking the back of her neck. Jessica then slowly raises herself up. Bully slowly back away as Jessica raise herself up onto all fours. All Robert heard was the soft gentle rustling of the sheets. However instead of staying on her hands, Jessica straightens fully up onto her knees. Bully then show his dominance. He grasped her hips, and forcibly pressed his chest against her back, pushes Jessica down onto her hands and knees. Bully quickly mounts and immediately begins fucking her. Bully snarled and yelped as he humped. For Robert, Jessica was the mother of his kids. But for Bully, she was just a bitch in heat to be bred. Jessica is breathing rapidly, as if she was hyperventilating form the pounding she was taking from Bully. She was moaning and mumbling incomprehensible words. Matching his rhythm, rocking back into him with every thrust, actively engaging him. The sound of Bullies dog tags clanging together mixed with the slapping sounds of their bodies. Both of them locked in uninhibited, interspecies sex. Robert now realized that sexual passion really was blind. Nature didn't care, it was just simple biology at work. Bully continued panting and snarling as Robert watched the mother of his kids, defiling herself with a dog. Purely for her own sexual gratification. Then just as quickly as it had started. Everything went quiet for a few seconds as Bully suddenly stopped humping. The silence was quickly broken by the sounds of heavy breathing coming from them both. Jessica then slumped down and put her forehead on the bed. Robert could see her heaving as Bully panted loudly, still inside her. It again took almost 10 min before Bully finally pulled out. Once again , Jessica lights up a cigarette before going into the bathroom to wash up. Robert is once again amazed how quickly everything seemingly went back to normal. After making breakfast, Jessica is watching TV when the doorbell rings. Whoever this was, Jessica must've been expecting them. So although Jessica was in her bathrobe, she immediately gets up to answer the door. It was Janet, their neighbor. Jessica lets her in, and Bully runs up and excitedly greets his owner. Robert was anxious to see how Jessica acted around Janet. Especially considering what they had been up to. However Robert was again shocked when Janet asks Jessica, "Well, how was he? I hope he performed well" WTF? Robert exclaimed out loud. Janet knows about this, How is that even possible! "Oh my god, Janet. Bully was very good, as always." Replied Jessica. Yet things get even worse for Robert. Janet tells Jessica how Frank is bummed about being out of town and won't be back until late Sunday. Janet then tells Jessica that she has a surprise for her. Janet has another dog for her! Robert was now completely in shock. What the hell was going on here! Janet says she's been taking care of a dog for a couple of days. He belonged to a couple who were friends of theirs. However Janet warns Jessica that he's very sexually aggressive, who according to the wife, really likes to fuck. However Jessica was clearly eager to take him on. Janet tells Jessica she'll drop him off later that evening. She then takes Bully back with her as she leaves. Now alone, Jessica then gets on the phone and calls her parents. Robert can't believe the conversation. If her parents only knew what Jessica was doing. He was incredulous as he listened to her talking to their kids. What lies about about how she missed them. Missed them! Did she miss them while she had her legs spread, letting a dog lap up her cunt juices? Or when she was copulating with Bully! Anyway, after talking on the phone. Jessica gets dressed and then steps out for a few hours. When she returns is clear she had done some shopping in town. A few hours later the phone rings. Its Janet telling Jessica that she's coming over with the dog. Seven minutes later, Janet appears with a large "Old English" sheep dog. Jessica says, "Wow he sure is a big boy." But clearly likes him. Janet asks if she's sure about this. But feels that if Jessica could handle Bully, Shep shouldn't be a problem for her. Robert is amazed how Jessica and Janet then start engaging in small talk for almost an hour. All but ignoring Shep the whole time. Finally Janet tells Jessica that she has to get back and leaves Jessica alone with Shep. With all the talk of him being so aggressive. Robert was surprised how hesitant he seemed. Clearly unsure of his surroundings. He stayed right by the front door as if expecting Janet or his owners to come and take him away at any moment. Jessica tried to make him feel comfortable. However Robert noticed that his wife also seemed hesitant, and was wary of him as well. Perhaps she wasn't lying about her fear of dogs. Clearly she had no fear of Bully, but she then again, she had just met Sheppy. At one point, Jessica goes into the bedroom and begins changing out of her street clothes. She was putting on her house clothes which in the summer consisted only of a T-shirt, and panties, sometimes she wore a bathrobe. The door is open and Shep suddenly is standing by the door and watching Jessica. She takes notice and motions for him to come in. Clearly the sight of a half naked woman got his attention. Although he approaches her slowly and cautiously, his tail was wagging, which probably reassured her. However Unlike Bully, Sheppy didn't immediately start nosing around Jessica's crotch or anything. Instead he just innocently sniffed around at her legs and began exploring around the bedroom. Once Sheppy got around to the bed, Robert felt the whole atmosphere change. Sheppy jumps up on the bed and begins excitedly sniffing around. The scent of sex was probably all over the sheets. Sheppy sniffed, snorted and actually started licking the sheets. As he did so, Jessica saw that Sheppy's big, red cock was fully erect and hanging down. As it could clearly be seen even with Sheepy's thick fur. "wow Sheppy, let me get a closer look at that darling." She then approaches, but as she's reaching for it. He jumps off the bed and circles around her. He then starts acting exactly like Bully. He sits down right in front of her and began sniffing the crotch of her panties. He was a large dog, so even sitting his snout was directly opposite her crotch. Jessica was clearly used to this sought of behavior. However unlike with Bully, she didn't waste time teasing him. Instead she moved the crotch of her panties to the side, completely exposing her vaginal lips to him. Sheppy immediately began sniffing and licking her. She straddled her legs apart as he licked. He then stood up and really began pressing deeper into her. Even backing her up a few times. Jessica then walks to the bed and sits down. With the crotch of her panties are still bunched over to the side, she spreads her knees wide apart for him. Sheppy quickly stuck his head in and continued licking her. Unlike Bully, Sheppy seemed to be a much more focused licker. Mainly concentrating on her clit, Jessica was hissing and groaning. Robert noticed that Jessica was slowly looking around the room as he licked. Closing her eyes was pursing her lips. Although her hair was up in a pony tale. A couple of times, she shook her head as if she her hair was in her face. He Also noticed Jessica's legs would occasionally spasm together. Jessica then lets out a long exhale, she lays back completely onto the bed. Jessica is breathing is shallow and she is softly moaning. Jessica then lifts her hips and finally slips her panties completely off. She then spreads her legs even further. Amazingly Sheppy doesn't take any notice and just keeps licking. With Jessica now in this position, Robert was able to get a clear view of the action. He really savoring her clit and vaginal lips. Jessica began slowly rocking and moving her hips to his tongue. one arm was back under her head and she had one hand on her stomach. She was licking and pursing her lips, along with pleasurable moans and sighs. Suddenly Jessica begins rocking her hips. She lifts her head to watch him licking and starts humming, "Hmm-hmm, Hmm-hmm." She rocking her hips, her lips are tightly pursed together. "Hmm-hmm, yeah, Hmm-hmm" Overcome with pleasure her head violently snaps back down on the bed. She mouth locked in a O shape. Jessica is gasping and panting rhythmically. Her right hand tightly grasping the sheets. Robert clearly notices the "sex flush" across her neck and chest as she approaches her orgasm. Taking no notice of Jessica, Sheppy just kept licking the whole time. Finally she arches her back slightly, hangs there for a few moments, then falls back down onto the bed. It was only when she arched her back that Sheppy finally stopped licking. Robert couldn't believe it. Sheppy just stood there licking his clearly wet lips as Jessica writhed around the bed in orgasmic pleasure. For the next 2 min Jessica breathed deeply, running her hands all over her tits and stomach. Clearly savoring the come down from her orgasm. When Jessica finally sat back up. Her sex flush although fading, was still visible. Clearly satisfied, Jessica lazily then gets up and goes into the kitchen for a bottled water. While she's in the kitchen. Robert notices that Sheppy is busy rolling around on the bed, clearly rolling in some scent he found appealing. So Jessica is unaware that Sheppy is still obviously hyped up for more. So when she returns to the room, she's again greeted by a very hyped up sheep dog. Sheppy immediately begins to show the sexual aggressiveness Janet had warned her about. Sheppy Moves up behind her, lifts himself up and grasps her hips with his front paws. Sheppy then forcibly spins her around and forces her down on her hand and knees onto the bedroom floor. Luckily for Jessica there was a large area rug covering most of the bedroom floor. Still Sheppy had just clearly manhandled his wife. Robert was a bit surprised at himself when he realized it didn't seem to bother him either. Robert thought to himself, If she wants to get down with dogs, well then that's what you get! Although Jessica gasped as he spun her down, she didn't seem upset. Most likely because Sheppy immediately began trying to mount her. Sheppy again shows his dominance over Jessica. Sheppy firmly grasps her hips. However instead of bringing himself towards her. He aggressively pulls her back towards him. Jessica is up on her palms, looking down, watching as Sheppy continues to establish his dominance by and visibly maneuvering her hips around as he tries to get her into position for sex. it took about 8 or 9 seconds before Sheepy finally found the right angle for penetration. It seemed the more he maneuvered her around, the more excited he got. Jessica also clearly enjoyed being roughly positioned by him. As she was softly grunting and hissing the whole time. Once Jessica realized he was finally about to enter her. She says, "Yeah baby, give it to me." Robert could only imagine the sensations Sheppy was feeling as his large thick cock, was pushing apart her vaginal walls as it slid into his wife. Clearly Sheppy knew exactly what he was doing. Like Bully, Sheppy was thrusting hard and deep. Jessica's gasps signaled exactly what was happening between her legs. She strained and bit down on her lower lip. She breathes out and groans. Thrashing her head around, her breasts swaying and bouncing all around. Robert couldn't help but impressed by what he was seeing. Jessica was being so feminine and emotional. Breathlessly moaning, grunting Uh! Uh,yeah, ooh! Her eyes tightly closed., her mouth open wide. Then suddenly her body stiffens, her eyes open wide. Lets out a deep groan. Her eyes suddenly open wide, she then breaths out a looong exhale. Jessica then struggles to catch her breath as Sheppy continues humping. Clearly exhausted from orgasm, Jessica slumps down unto her forearms and rests her forehead on the floor. After a few more humps, Sheppy finally comes to an abrupt halt. However he continues tightly holding on to her hips until he finished. Although no longer shocked by all this. It wasn't easy watching his own wife having rough sex with a sheep dog. Unfortunately for Robert. Sheppy would continue to demonstrate his sexual aggressiveness. Only little more than an hour their first short, but intense mating session. Jessica was at the kitchen sink washing dishes. When Sheppy comes confidently walking and begins sniffing the back of Jessica's legs and nosing around her butt through her panties. Jessica briefly looks back, but continues washing up. Shep suddenly lifts up and grasps her from behind again. Clearly Jessica wasn't expecting it. Her arms are pinned to her sides by his front paw and she is also pinned against the sink. Robert couldn't believe it, it looked as if Sheppy wanted to have sex while standing. He immediately began thrusting his hips. Jessica tries to struggle free, but only manages to move side wise a bit along the counter top. Sheppy was a large dog. So sex, while standing up, wouldn't be a problem for him. However Sheppy didn't seem to like her arms against her sides and actually releases his grip and went back on all fours. However he immediately raised up and grasped her again. Jessica clearly realized what Sheppy wanted to fuck standing up. It seemed to Robert that Jessica was willing to let Sheppy take control. So with her arms now free, she hurriedly and clearly excitedly, slips her panties down as far as she can, past her butt. With her hips firmly in his grasp. He's visibly pressing her up against the counter top. Desperately thrusting his hips upward trying to get into her. Sheepy then aggressively pulls her hips towards him a bit and leans forward unto her back. Jessica is now bent over the counter top and this finally lets him get into her. He begins thrusting his hips and Robert can already hear Jessica's pussy making a squishing noise with every stroke. Sheepy is up on his hind legs and is pretty much standing up right. His chin is resting against her left shoulder as he greedily thrusts his hips. The side of Jessica's face is actually pressed up against a kitchen cabinet. However her seemingly uncomfortable position clearly wasn't stopping her from enjoying this. She was grunting, moaning while straining to stay in position for him despite his frantic thrusting of his hips. Suddenly Sheppy starts bucking wildly then stops humping. Sheppy is visibly balancing himself on both hind legs as he continues holding onto her sides. Clearly he's still cumming inside her, filling her with his cum. Jessica is still pressed up against the kitchen counter, breathing deeply, and staying strong for him. Finally Sheppy becomes completely still, then pulls out. Robert can hear wetness and visibly see's his cum leaking and dripping from Jessica's cunt. Sheppy then begins cleaning up. He eagerly and thoroughly licks her cunt from behind. Jessica clearly enjoys this and patiently lets him lick her clean of his spunk. Even licking her ankles and heels. It was obvious to Robert that Janet was right about Sheppy. He was insatiable. Robert couldn't believe how many times he initiated sex over that day and a half period. Sheppy's next move showed just how demanding his needs were. After one oral and two intense fuck sessions, Jessica was pretty wore out. Even Sheppy seemed rather subdued and listless. So nothing of note occurred for the rest of the night. It was 3:20 AM when Sheppy suddenly starts pawing hard at Jessica who is clearly sound asleep. Awoken and groggy, she flips over and tries to go back to sleep. However he started nosing around the back of her head and neck, while clawing at the sheets. Robert assumed Sheppy just had to go out. Jessica also assumed this. So she got up, quickly put on a t-shirt, and walked over towards the door. When Sheppy doesn't move. Jessica slaps her thigh and motions for him to follow. However Sheppy just stands there on the bed looking back at her. She walks over to the bed and again tries to coax him out of the room. But he then lowered his head and begins sniffing around her bare crotch. "No Sheppy, c'mon it's too early for this." But Sheppy keep sniffing and nosing her crotch. Realizing that he really didn't have to go out. Jessica gets back on the bed and lays completely back. She spreads her legs, giving him full access to her. However after a few sniffs and licks. Sheppy begins walking back and forth on the bed. It was 3:26 AM, and with just a single night light, everything was pretty dark. Jessica understood what he wanted. So she complies with his wishes by sitting up on the bed and then turning around onto my hands and knees. He immediately grasped her hips and swung himself around into position. Jessica grunts as Sheppy then aggressively pulls hips back towards him. Then lays down fully on her back and visibly moves his hips trying to find her cunt. He's quickly in and starts thrusting. Robert was watching a human female and a male dog. Two completely unrelated species, actively procreating. It was 3:30 am in a darkened room, and his wife was letting Sheppy exert his authority and sexual dominance over her. Sheppy was in total control. An alpha stud male, breeding a human female. To sheppy, Jessica was just a bitch to be bred. Jessica's grunts and breathless gasps and moans showed just how much she was enjoying being bred by a true stud of a dog. Sheppy's thick throbbing cock was clearly releasing her primal need for a dominate male sex partner to father her children. Make no mistake, Jessica and Sheppy were in the act of procreation. The semi darkness meant every sound they made only accentuated the primal animal passion. it was clear they were both having satisfying sex. As always, Sheppy suddenly slow downs and stops entirely. He again stays motionless, panting loudly with his entire upper body laying flat against her back. Tired of supporting his weight, Jessica goes down onto her elbows. 10 or so min later, Jessica grunts as his cock audibly pops. Sheppy then stands next to her panting heavily with his still fully erect cock hanging down. Jessica reaches out and begins clearing some of his wet matted hair away from his cock. and perhaps lick it clean of our juices. even in semi darkness Robert could see sheppy's cock was still glistening with his cum and his wife's cunt juices. Sheppy is exhausted and just stands there as Jessica moves under him and begins gently handling his cock as she licks their juices off. After about a min, Sheppy steps away, and doesn't let her do anything further. It took Both of them a while to fully calm down. So as Jessica fell back to sleep, Sheppy lays next to her panting loudly. It was warm out and all that hair meant it took him awhile to cool down enough to sleep. Remarkably, the action pics up again later that same morning. A couple of hours later. Its clearly light out again but Jessica is still half asleep. Since Jessica also got over heated from Sheppard's early morning fuck. She hadn't sleep under the sheets. So being completely naked from her waist down, her pussy was fully exposed. Sheppy again shows his one track mind, and rolls over and starts nosing around between her legs. However it quickly becomes clear he's just not looking for a few quick sniffs. He starts nosing around with such determination, he wakes her up. Robert again watches helplessly as Jessica once again lets Sheppy have his way with her. Jessica leisurely spreads her legs apart and silently watches as he licks her. But Sheppy is really licking hard and Jessica starts to hiss and move her legs slightly. Jessica then sits up a bit and props her pillow up against the headboard and leans back into the pillow. Sheppy doesn't take any notice of her movements and keeps licking despite being jostled around a bit by her. Jessica is clearly getting into it and spreads her legs apart even more for him. Sheppy is one his stomach and his by her side. This gives Robert a wide open view of what was happening. Robert then watches in utter amazement as Sheppy thoroughly and methodically eats out his wife. Robert surmised that Sheppy was so interested because of the sex they had earlier that morning. Jessica didn't wash up at all afterwards so her cunt was probably still reeking of sex. Robert quickly sees that like Bully, Sheppy's tongue gets her cunt wet and dripping. When Robert zoomed in, he clearly sees that her clit is really lubricating. Beads of wetness are forming on her clit. As the the beads grow larger, it drips down, literally bathing her vaginal lips. He was licking hard and deep. His nose was actually nuzzling against her clit. Robert could clearly hear Sheppy inhaling and exhaling. His tongue making creamy, squishy,squelching noises as he was eating her. Wetness oozing from her clit, bathing her vaginal lips with fluid. Sheppy couldn't get enough of it either. Her wetness made him snort as it clearly got into his nose. Using steady, slow rhythmic licks. His large and thick tongue allowed him to get all the right spots with every lap. Sheppy also licked the juices that puddled up down at bottom of her pussy. Jessica is making noises and holding her breath. By following her clues, and reading her signs. He could tell how much she was enjoying receiving cunnilingus from him. Of course Robert knew that sheppy didn't know he was performing cunnilingus. Sheppy wasn't giving "going down" on Jessica. Sheppy was just licking something he found appealing. He probably just liked the taste of her cunt. Or perhaps taste had little to do with it. Maybe it was the scent of her cunt that was making him lick so thoroughly. Perhaps the scent and taste of her cunt was registering on some part of his brain. Perhaps he instinctively knew his licking was getting her ready for sex. But Jessica clearly knew what was happening. Jessica knew she was letting a dog "go down" on her. She knew he was eating her out, and she clearly didn't care. All this licking was really starting to take effect. Robert knew Jessica was really aroused. Jessica's cunt was twitching, and her clit visibly snapped. Robert also noticed that her pussy was now producing a thick egg white substance as well. At this point it looked as if Sheppy was putting her through an roller coaster ride of pleasure as it were. Jessica was just laying there as Sheppy's tongue did all the work. Jessica wasn't touching or pleasuring herself in any way. Sheppy was totally in control of her pleasure. Robert noticed her stomach muscles twitching and involuntary hand movements. She was taking both short and deep breaths. Visibly struggling, but struggling with pleasure. Some women moan, cry out and and throw their bodies around. Other women become rigid from the sexual tension. Jessica was doing a little of both. He was licking inside, outside and all around her wet, now fully engorged lips. She sighs loudly with pleasure as her cunt visibly experiences rhythmic contractions. Her mouth open as her cunt throbs with pleasure. Suddenly Sheppy starts licking even deeper . He clearly hitting a very sensitive area. As she starts to whimper and begins rocking her hips. Her eyes are closed tight and her head pressed back into the pillow. She lets out a pleasurable moan, followed by a long exhale. Her face is now contorted, her mouth is opening wide as she gasps in ecstasy. Her back stiffens, her head back, thrusting her neck upwards. Her legs trembling, "Oh god, yeah! Oh yeah! I'm cumming!" Suddenly Robert now hears a loud unmistakable hissing sound as Jessica experiences an intense squirting orgasm! The loud ssssssssssssss sound is quickly followed by a large and powerful spray of liquid. Sheppy is also clearly surprised by this and hurriedly backs away. Her squirting orgasm looked exactly like when turning on a garden hose and putting your thumb on the end of the hose. The initial squirt lasts incredibly lasts for almost 4 seconds, then visibly dribbles to a stop. Both of her hands are clenched and she is visibly trembling. Suddenly her hips rock and a second equally as powerful spray gushes out from her cunt. The bed is clearly soaking wet as the the second squirt also dribbles to a stop. However her breathing is still extremely shallow and her cunt is still clearly switching in orgasm. Suddenly a third slightly less powerful squirt streams upward and arches out an onto the bed. Jessica finally relaxes and lays still while continuing to softly moan and groan. Sheppy clearly liked the smell and or taste and starts actively licking the sheets. It takes almost 3 min before Jessica finally sits up and gazes in amazement over the mess she made of the bed. "Holy shit! was all Jessica could seem to say. Then with her legs still a bit shaky, she gingerly starts removing the sheets from the bed and mattress. They are so soaked through, so she goes into the bathroom. Dumps the sheets in the bathtub and physically wrings them out. After wringing out all the sheets as best she could. She then carries them to the washing machine. As she's in the washroom area, Robert can see Sheppy is licking the mattress itself which is visibly damp. Some people Question the validity of a squirting orgasm. Claiming its only a gimmick used in porn videos. The women are just peeing, nothing more. However Robert could see that it certainly wasn't piss. Although the liquid does squirt from a woman's pee hole, its not pee, but real female ejaculate. Robert had been married to this woman for 8 years and saw her peeing countless times. Besides Jessica was all alone and not putting on a show for anyone. Although Sheppy had just eat out Jessica. Sheppy still wanted to fuck. So when she goes back to the room, its obvious to her that Sheppy wants to fuck. Jessica goes into the bathroom and comes out with some large beach towels. Obviously the whole family at one time or other used the towels too. As she's spreading them onto the bed. Sheppy comes up from behind her and grasps her hips. Jessica spins around and sits down on the edge of the bed. Sheppy then lifts up and puts both of his front paws up on the bed. Sheppy was larger than Bully, so Jessica didn't need any pillows to fuck sheppy missionary style. Jessica then leans back all the way unto her back. She's looking down, watching as he tries to get into her. She hisses as Sheppy leans forward onto her and and begins vigorously humping her. Jessica lifts her knees up and puts the soles of her feet on his rump. She's panting and moaning as his torso bumps up against her. The bed is creaking and popping to his rhythmic thrusts. Sheppy is looking down at her. His nose is less than an inch above hers an inch from hers. Her eyes are open and she's looking up at him. Robert is struck by the intimacy of it. Jessica was actually holding his gaze. His snout brushed and pumped against her nose as she ran her nails up and down his neck and back. Her feet flat against his back. her knees squeezing together against his sides. Sheppy is also panting and grunting. her eyes are closed tight. Her mouth in a clear O shape. Suddenly she blurts out, Oh, god! yeah." Her body visibly stiffens. She lets out a deep groan as her arms and legs visibly spasm. Sheppy starts bucking wildly then suddenly just stops. Finally able to relax, Jessica begins comming down from her orgasm as Sheppy pants loudly on top of her. As Robert noted earlier, he was amazed at how often Sheppy had sex with his wife. Jessica never said no to him either. Robert watched them repeatedly have amazingly satisfying sex. Robert was also struck by how vocal Jessica was with Sheppy. Robert never knew his wife was so orgasmic as he watched her constantly losing control to Sheppy. Jessica just couldn't stop herself from vocalizing her pleasure during her rough sex sessions with Sheppy. Jessica was so expressive with Sheppy. Her mouth open but not making any sounds. Breathing out in rhythm with his humping. She was openly expressing her sexual arousal with sounds. Moans, hisses, and grunts. His body heat coupled with his dense fur caused her to sweat. Her hair often became damp as it hung down, covering her face. Whispering and humming as he fucked her. Robert could see the intense sexual energy comming from both of them. Sheppy was also clearly in a heightened sexual state. Humping with sexual abandon. However Robert also noticed how sheppy often stopped his rhythmic thrusting and broke into herky jerky bucking. Most likely due to Karen's vaginal walls squeezing together in orgasm. Still Sheppy was clearly the one in charge of everything. His hips controlled the rhythm and speed of the sex. All Jessica could do was react to his rhythm, getting her more and more exited. Jessica was having raw, uninhibited, consensual sex with an animal. This was sex devoid of any intellectual recriminations on her part. Clearly vocalizing what she was sensing from her body while copulating with Sheppy. Robert witnessed Jessica and Sheppy repeatedly locked together in a struggle of sexual arousal and pleasure, both searching for orgasm. Physically connected in the most intimate way. Robert watched the mother of his children fornicating with a dirty animal in their own bed. Watched as Sheppy eagerly and greedily copulated with his own wife. Although actual conception wasn't possible, the sex was very real. Jessica was in fact procreating with Sheppy. Letting him cum inside her, filling her with his seed. So if it were in fact possible. Sheppy would've undoubtedly sired puppies with Jessica. Obviously Sheppy was just obeying his natural instinct to mate. But then again, was it all just instinct that drove Sheppy to repeatedly seek out sex with Jessica? Or did Sheppy actually enjoy the warmth and tightness of Jessica's cunt. Did he actually feel sensations as his throbbing cock was spreading her apart as he slid deep into her. Could he feel her vaginal walls wrapping around his cock as he copulated with her. Judging by his sheer eagerness to fuck, it must've been a pleasurable experience for Sheppy. After all, all dogs love to chase a thrown ball. Although its done out of an instinctual need to chase prey, they still clearly enjoy the act as well. So sex with a human female was probably no different for Sheppy. He clearly craved the sensations he got when inside her. Which is probably why he wanted to fuck so often. Robert couldn't get over just how easily Sheppy brought Jessica to a heightened state of sexual arousal. Sheppy was also vocalizing his own sexual arousal, yelping and making guttural sounds as he furiously humps her. His large, thick cock sliding into her warm, tight vagina was generating heat which triggered Sheppy to fuck hard and fast for as long as he could. Clearly straining to get all he could from these fuck sessions. With no rival around to fight, and with a willing female for him to breed. Sheppy was just taking advantage of the situation, and mated with Jessica as often as he could. Robert still couldn't help but marvel at how quickly and easily Sheppy gave Jessica multiple orgasm. With Jessica often expressing sexual desperation and anguish during their heated mating sessions. It was also obvious that Sheppy was fucking out of pure selfishness. He fucked her hard. Getting his cock in as deeply as possible to pump his seed into his bitch. Clearly determined to reach his own orgasm He literally pounded her body, grinding her down. With Jessica loudly and unabashedly vocalizing her depraved pleasure from his animal cock. Which of course was the most amazing part of it all. Jessica was having sex with a dog! Two different species in heated sexual congress. Both species entirely lost in the realm of their own sexual senses and desires. Both expressing the raw sexuality of their liberated sexual urges. With Jessica instinctively following her males sexual lead. Giving into her inborn female biological response. Releasing her primal sexual need for a dominate male sex partner to father her children. But for Robert. It was a dog having unnatural carnal knowledge of his wife. This was especially obvious when they wouldn't knot and Sheppy's cock would slip out. Robert could then see Sheppy's cock noticeably glistening with Jessica's cunt juices. Still visibly throbbing as it hung down and still hitting against her outer lips. Jessica would then reach around and reinsert his cock into her. Sheppy would then resume humping until he was indeed able to knot her. 5 or so min later it would slip out with a loud popping sound, and mix of both their juices would visibly spill out down along her thighs and onto the bed or floor. it was hard to take, seeing his wife being sexually dominated like this. Both couldn't stop seeking each other out for sex. Even the oral sex was an intense experience for Jessica and tough to watch for Robert. With Jessica greedily spreading her legs for him. Robert hated the sight of Sheppy's head and face rubbing against her soft inner thighs. Jessica clearly wanting his tongue to lick her vaginal lips. How he clearly liked the smell and taste of her skin and licked her inner thighs a lot as well. Often snorting and sometimes sneezing as he sniffs and eats out Jessica's warm, moist pussy. Her legs spread wide, pulling on her nipples, and rubbing her stomach as he goes down on her. Spreading her vaginal lips apart for him. A woman's clit is designed strictly for sexual pleasure, as it serves no other biological purpose. Jessica often used both hands to isolate and expose her clit for him when she wanted more direct stimulation. watching her slowly become frantic when she got close to her orgasm. Unable to control her reactions or her orgasm. While groaning out in pleasure, she starts writhing around. Her stomach visibly heaving, Her back arching, hips rocking. Clutching the pillow. She often puts on hand on his large, furry head as he eats her. Amazingly, Robert then learns that her parents, his in-laws, are comming up the the cabin to visit for two days. Jessica is slightly alarmed when Janet doesn't answer her phone. So Jessica gathers up Sheppy and walks out the front door. About 10 min later, Jessica comes back with Sheppy still in tow. Apparently Janet wasn't home. She calls Janet several times over the next two hours with no luck. Robert could tell that Jessica was clearly nervous about her parents comming over while Sheppy was there. Robert also found himself curious about what would happen. However when her parents finally arrived. To Robert's surprise, Sheppy didn't do anything to alarm Jessica or her parents. Most likely with other people around, Sheppy wasn't as inclined to initiate a sexual encounter with Jessica. Still Sheppy stuck closely to her, often sitting right by her feet. Still Robert was shocked when he saw Jessica flirting with sheppy whenever her parents left the room. While keeping an eye out for them she would start petting and stroking his fur. This would clearly excite Sheppy and he's put his front paws up onto her chair. Jessica would actually put her feet up onto his back as if she wanted him to fuck her missionary style right then and there. But it was clear she was only teasing him and always broke it off before Sheppy got to into it. However their obvious need to be close. Clearly prompted her to keep him in the garage for most of the time during the day. Jessica also kept trying to reach Janet, but she was apparently away. Robert was shocked when he saw Jessica putting her parents up in the main bedroom. Although Jessica had washed the sheets. She had sex with two dogs in that bed, and on those very sheets. Of course this was also disturbing to Robert as this was his bed as well. If her parents only knew Jessica was having illicit sex with two dogs in the very bed they were sleeping on! At 11:31 PM, the hallway camera clicks on in night vision mode. Jessica is seen slowly and quietly walking down the hall. He sees that she's also carrying what looks like a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Robert notices that she's only swearing a t-shirt and her bikini bottom. She then quietly sneaks out the front door. Robert is perplexed, but is especially surprised by what happened next. Unexpectedly, the camera he put in their old trailer suddenly activates. Jessica is seen opening the door and enters with Sheppy right behind her. Robert bought that trailer when they first got married and they hooked it up to their car and took it on trips before they started having kids. They hadn't used it for a few years and Robert kept it out in the woods some distance behind the house. Robert had installed two small wireless cameras in the trailer strictly as an afterthought. Just to perhaps catch anyone living in the trailer while they weren't there. Jessica had just brought Sheppy into the trailer. It showed just how much Jessica enjoyed fucking Sheppy. Their chemistry together was clearly undeniable and it must've been hard for her to be so active with sheppy, but then have to abstain because of her parents. So here she was. Bringing him into a dark trailer just so they could have sex. The camera had night vision which made for a surreal atmosphere. The bed is all the way at the back. Jessica immediately goes straight for the bed with Sheppy right behind her. As she's pulling off her shirt top, Sheppy is already nosing and snorting around between her legs. Jessica then eagerly slips off her bikini bottom and hops onto bed and is upright on her knees. Sheppy quickly jumps up after her and immediately drops his head and begins sniffing and licking her crotch. Robert began to see the sniffing as the instinctual behavior all males do to determine if a female was sexually receptive. Obviously as a human, Jessica was always receptive to the right male, but Sheppy couldn't know that. Jessica is up on her knees as he licks, but sheppy was clearly in the mood to fuck. He quickly swings around. He aggressively grasps her hips. Then leans down onto her back, aggressively forcing her down onto her hands and knees. As usual, Sheppy then visibly pulls her back and to the right. However just as he's about to mount. He again forcibly repositions her, "Ahh yeah, OK is this better for you? Is this where you want me baby?" His grip tightens around her hips as he visibly draws her back towards him. He must've felt her warm wet lips against his cock, and he thrusts forward. Leans all the way forward and begins humping her. Sheppy was laying flat against her back, so she was bearing all his weight. Still she's on her palms and her arms are straight. Sheppy is large and so hairy that he completely covers up her body. His head is directly opposite hers. His head is brushing and rubbing up against the side of her face. As they fuck. Sheppy head starts moving around a bit. So his nose also hits against her neck and her earlobe. Sheppy is already panting loudly and his large tongue is hanging out. She must've felt his hot breath on her face and heard him loudly panting in her ear. She also turns her head towards his as he humped. Dogs can't help licking, and Sheppy licks the side of her face. Her temple, the back of her neck and her back. Perhaps he liked the salty taste of her sweat. Or maybe he was liking the scent that was comming off the heated body of his bitch. Both of their bodies are visibly rocking. Both were clearly getting a physical workout. Jessica's mouth is open in a O position. Suddenly she throws her head back and lets out a gasp of pleasure. Then suddenly drops down onto her forearms. The wave over, she slowly raises back up onto her palms. Her head drops, she looking down. Head quickly snaps back up. Jessica is rocking back against him as he thrusts forward, matching his rhythm. Their bodies hitting together with clearly audible clapping sound. Jessica was grunting and moaning in sync with sheppy's furious and rhythmic thrusts. Unable to control her reactions, she moans out in pleasure as her eyes keep rolling back in her head. Their heated mating clearly evident from the loud squishing and slurping noises coming from her warm wet cunt. Her boobs swayed back and forth with every thrust. The bed is knocking and popping. A bead of sweat clearly drips from her chin as they copulate in a dark, enclosed space on a muggy summer night. Finally after nearly 45 seconds of this intense fucking. His rhythm finally slows, then stops. Suddenly everything is quiet. Robert even hears the crickets outside which couldn't be heard before. Jessica is breathless. Sheppy is motionless on her back and panting loudly. He begins licking the side of her face and licking the sweat off her temple. He then begins licking the side of her neck and all around her ear. Getting her earlobe licked like that was clearly pleasurable to her. As she starts to move her head around a bit with and is cooing softly showing her approval to him as he licked her earlobe. Apparently the even the gentle moving her head in response to his licking. Must've caused her body to move under him and triggered Sheppy to suddenly start thrusting again. Jessica immediately begins grunting out "oooh oooh, ahhh, oooh, clearly enjoying this unexpected furry of thrusting. Then just as quickly as it started, Sheppy suddenly stops. Again everything goes completely quiet. Only Jessica's breathless moans and Sheppy's loud pants break the silence. This time Sheppy manages to knot her . Sheppy's knot is now fully up inside her as he pants motionless on her back. Her Both of their juices are clearly oozing out of her cunt. Jessica is lowering and raising up. Slowly rocking her hips. Her movement causing him to move in response. Jessica gently grunts and moans as Sheppy starts shifting around on his back legs. It takes Sheppy nearly 5 min for him to free his cock for her tight confining vaginal canal. His cock finally plops out with a clearly heard slurping sound. Sheppy immediately begins licking his cum from her pussy and down along the inside of her thighs. However he's clearly exhausted and finally flops down onto the bed panting heavily. Jessica sits up on the edge of the bed and lights a cigarette. Jessica is slowly smoking her cigarette as Sheppy pants deep and loudly on the bed next to her. No doubt reminding Jessica of the sheer exertion Sheppy had just endured to satisfy them both. Clearly sex with a human female was exhausting work. Jessica was forced to wait over an hour for Sheppy to recover enough to follow her back to the house. Once there, she let him sleep in her room for the night. She again kept him in the garage or outside in the yard whenever her parents were around. The next night Jessica was again forced to bring Sheppy into the trailer for sex. So Robert had to endure a repeat performance of the previous night. After another whole day of abstinence, Jessica was clearly eager to mate with Sheppy again. They went straight to the bed and as usual. Sheppy began nosing around, then licking her pussy. This time Sheppy was a bit more interested in licking than the previous night. So Jessica indulged him by laying back and spreading her legs apart. Sheppy eagerly and aggressively eat her out for two min, then he stopped and jumped up on the bed and begins excitedly pacing back and forth on the bed. Jessica realizes that Sheppy wants to fuck. As starts to get up onto her hands and knees. Jessica was quickly grabbed by Sheppy's front paws and pulled back, and around a bit. Sheppy was letting her know who was boss. As usual Jessica conceded to his dominance. She backs into him a bit and clearly presents herself for him. Another rough sex session then begins. Jessica looks back at him as she felt him at the entrance of her wet and warm vagina. She was clearly yearning to be penetrated by his thick red cock. She moaned as the probably felt the pressure of his cock against her swollen lips. Filling her and stretching her vaginal canal. Almost immediately the friction generated from his cock inside her warm well lubricated pussy sends both of them into overdrive. Each thrust pleasured Jessica, and the squeeze of Jessica's vaginal walls drove Sheppy on. Eyes closed, her mouth open as Sheppy vigorously humps away at her. Her head visibly tilts back quickly followed by a long moan. Her cheeks visibly puff out before letting out a long exhale. The sounds of her obvious wetness mixed with her pleasurable grunts and moans filled the dark trailer. Robert was by this time numb to the perverse sex that he was forced to witness time and time again. Robert could clearly hear her juices on the video. She gasped and gulped for air as they copulated. Jessica's feminine squeals and groans continue as Sheppy humps her with deep and fast thrusts. Jessica turns her head to the left towards his. Instinctively wants to see the face of her lover frantically humping her. her nose and his nose rub together and Sheppy licks her cheek as he fucks. Sheppy's body looked powerful and athletic as he grinned his hips into Jessica's warm tight vagina. Both of them breathing heavily and Jessica was visibly sweating. Sheppy had no possible way of knowing what he was doing was pleasurable to a human female. No one had to teach Sheppy how to mate. He was just acting out of natural instinct. He did whatever he felt like doing. Fucked Jessica the way he wanted to. He didn't ask, he just did whatever it took to get himself off. His goal was to fuck until he was finished, nothing more. So Jessica was completely at his mercy. Sheppy was in his complete control. It was his thrusting hips that would bring her to orgasm. They were rutting like the animals that they were. Inevitably, this living sex machine again brought Jessica to the brink. Sheppy visibly leans forward and puts his chin over her shoulder. Sheppy himself seems to be overcome with pleasure. He actually picks up the pace and begin frantically humping her. His once perfect rhythm is now a jumbled mix of thrusts and bucking. This clearly drives Jessica wild. Her body began to shake uncontrollably as spasms of pleasure clearly wracked her body. Jessica was almost frantic in her arousal. Breathlessly moaning, she then turns her head into his and speaks to him as if he could understand. "Oh yeah! yeah oh baby! Of course Sheppy didn't understand any of this. Although it was clear that Jessica had already experienced multiple pleasurable contractions. They weren't making love, it was aggressive and almost violent sex. Jessica was being driven to orgasm by sheppy's unrelenting thrusts. Jessica has no control and is simply being sexually dominated. Experiencing one orgasmic episode after another with now chance for her to recover or clam down. She's being forced to endure this sexual torture until he decides he's done enough to impregnate his bitch. No time to even catch her breath. Jessica is literally gulping for air as they continue their feverish copulation. Jessica is visibly sweating from the excursion from this "sexerscise!" His frantic thrusting eventually pushed her completely over the over the edge. Her whole body stiffens, head back, eyes closed tight, mouth open. Her arms stiffen and her back stiffens out. Sheppy's whole body tenses and arches, then suddenly stops. Her vaginal muscles must've clamped hard around him from her intense orgasm, literally forcing him to stop humping. Weakened from her orgasm. Her arms collapsed under her. However Sheppy amazingly rides out her orgasm and incredibly starts humping again. Jessica did her best to stay strong for him and kept her ass up for him. Sheppy was still gripping both her hips with his big hairy paws and continued to pump his thick, 8 inch red cock into her. Jessica's face was now pressed tightly against the bed and her hands are tightly grasping the sheets. Finally after a few more thrusts, sheppy suddenly slows down, then stops abruptly stops humping. Jessica's forehead is resting on the bed as she breathes deeply in and out, comming down of her orgasms. Sheppy is still tightly holding onto her hips and leaning his body down on her back, panting heavily as he stays motionless on top of her. His knot swelled like a large fist inside of her. Both of their primal lusts sated, and with all of Sheepy's energy spent. Both are locked together until his swollen knot deflates. Her pussy was unable to contain all of his spunk. So her own sticky nectar mixed together with his seed and dribbles out of her pussy and down her thighs. Jessica had to simply hold on until he was finished. Sheppy was squirting his spunk deep into her. Clearly Sheppy would stay inside her for a long as necessary to ensure his progeny. It took almost 7 min before the sloppy wet sounds of his cock sliding out of her filled the dark trailer. Freed from his knot, Jessica lays down in utter exhaustion. Sheppy also clearly exhausted, flops right down next to her, panting loudly. Too tired to even clean up afterwards. Even Jessica just lays there for quite some time trying to cool down from their heated sexual union. Jessica recovers faster than Sheppy and begins to stir around as she smokes a cigarette. Sheppy isn't panting as heavily now, but is still laying on the bed motionless. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Robert was surprised when Jessica didn't seem all to alarmed. However Robert immediately recognizes Janet's voice. It only takes Jessica a few moments to quickly slip back into her clothes. However Unfortunately for Robert. Janet wasn't alone, Frank is with her. Clearly Jessica had used the trailer for sex before. Robert is feels nauseous as he watches Jessica enthusiastically embracing him. Robert then learns that Jessica was cheating on him with Frank! Frank was old enough to be Jessica's father. Robert actually looked upon him as a friend as well as a neighbor. It was bad enough that his wife was having sex with a dog. Being with another man was even worse. Robert felt so sick he almost couldn't bare to watch. Still Robert knew it was better to know, than not to know. After some hushed small talk, Frank stays behind with Jessica as Janet leaves taking Sheppy with her. Robert's heart sinks when he watches Frank and Jessica climb into bed together and start to making love. Clearly Frank didn't care that Jessica had just had sex with a dog. Quite the contrary. Frank actually tells Jessica how wonderful her hot and gooey her freshly fucked cunt feels. Amazingly however, Franks suddenly starts complaining about Jessica's lack of enthusiasm. "I'm fucking tired, Frank. Give me a break, please. Sheppy wore me out tonight." "But you knew I was coming back tonight, you couldn't stay away from Sheppy and wait for me?" Frank replied. "Well if I had known you wanted to have sex tonight! Then yeah, I wouldn't have made it with him." Jessica then says, "Besides my parents are up at the house, so I didn't think we were going to be getting together until after they left." Frank then actually apologizes for getting upset at her and agrees to let her rest. Jessica however does go down on him and then jerks him off. So Frank does leave somewhat satisfied. although she still loves Robert. Jessica calls Robert a "Mama's boy!" Jessica says that whatever his mother wanted, she got. But the real crux of her unhappiness centered on Jessica not wanting any more children. She wanted to stop after their second child, but Robert dismissed her feeling on the matter. His mother wanted lots of grandchildren and that was that. For her, the prospect of three or four more pregnancies was truly depressing. Selfishly admitting how the pregnancies ruined her shape for months afterwards. Jessica was also unhappy with their sex life. She felt that Robert was "too religious." and that he was only interested in sex when he wanted her to have another child. Putting his hand on hers while they talked. Standing very close to her, even maintaining bodily contact with her even in front of Robert. He started giving her little pecks on her forehead while hugging her when greeting or parting. These pecks on her forehead then became full lipped kisses to her forehead, just for no reason other than to be more intimate with her. He also started giving her deeper and longer hugs. eventually placing his hands on her hips as well. All right in front of Robert too. Jessica never objected or showed any sign of being uncomfortable with all this physical contact, so Frank just kept doing it. It just so happened that Frank had a k9 fetish. Frank spent 20 years as a long haul trucker before operating his own trucking company. According to Frank his first wife liked to fuck the family dog while he was away. She tried to keep it from him, but the dog was constantly following her around with an obvious hard on. Intrigued, he eventually got her to admit to what she was doing with him. Once he personally watched his Lab dog fuck the shit out of his first wife, he was hooked! From then on Frank tried to get every woman he was involved with to try it. Most weren't interested, but some were and enjoyed it. Thankfully for Frank his third wife, Janet was indeed interested. Together they trained many dogs to enjoy sex with a human female. So when Frank started getting it on with Jessica, he introduced Jessica to Butch, a well endowed male Boxer. Frank then tells how Jessica really liked getting it on with Butch and eagerly took on Bully as well. Jessica then says they Sheppy was now her favorite. Jessica tells Sheepy's owners how Janet had warned her about his sexual appetites. Jessica was especially interested to find out about the wife's experiences with him. Wanted to hear how she handled him, seeing as she actually lived with him 24/7. Jessica says that neither Butch or Bully could match sheppy in bed. Jessica then adds, "Sorry Frank, but no guy has ever satisfied me like Sheppy either." Everyone chuckles and Frank says he certainly isn't offended at all. End

Samantha was the girl next door who was also a Straight A student in her private school. She was even awarded a scholarship to a prestigious local engineering school when she was only a Junior. She was tall, slender, and had the looks of a model or actress that drew the gazes of men from all ages no matter where she was. She enjoyed the spotlight and attention her looks brought to her and used the local theaters and playhouses to express her outgoing personality. She often dreamed of making it on Broadway or Hollywood as a singer or actress, but knew that was an uphill battle regardless of her looks. Samantha used her stunning 5'9", 125 pound body, with long blonde hair, taunt C sized tits, long athletic legs attached to a 14" wide ass of perfect shape and firmness to get many things in school, but ultimately it would be her downfall. Her innocents and all American good looks would be what drew her into a seedy world while getting her into films she would have never thought of doing. When she turned 18, Samantha went to her parents and said she wanted her drivers license. After the required instruction from her father and time behind the wheel, she went for her road test and was issued a license. With her new found freedom, Samantha was on cloud nine and had no idea it would lead her to a situation she could never have imagined. If her father had ever known what would happen to her, he would have never let her get her license or drive alone. Unknown to her, Samantha had someone watching her ever since she was a little girl and now he was ready to take it to the next step. Samantha’s neighborhood peeper had thoughts filled with evil , wicked fantasies, and if given the opportunity, he would act on them. The peeper’s name was John and he lived near Samantha and would often spy on her thru her bedroom window. He owned a digital camera with a very large lense that allowed him to take high resolution pictures from long distances. He had pictures of her undressing since she was 13 and had already made a small fortune selling them on the black market child porn circles. Once Samantha started driving, John knew his chance would come sooner than later to act out his fantasies. His chance came one Friday night when Samantha went to meet some friends. One Friday afternoon, John followed Samantha to a local shopping mall and knew this would be the night of his conquest. Once Samantha entered the mall, John jimmied the SUV’s lock and hid in the back waiting for her return from shopping. When Samantha entered the SUV many hours later it was dark and the mall parking lot was half empty. As the door closed, John sprang his trap and overpowered her before Samantha knew what was happening. Grabbing her around the neck with one hand, John stuck Samantha in the arm with a powerful sedative he brewed up from some common medicines. Within seconds Samantha was unconscious and John pulled her to the back seat and covered her with a blanket. John made sure the coast was clear and climbed behind the wheel of her SUV and headed back to his house. When he arrived at his house, John drove into his garage and closed the door behind the him to keep prying eyes from seeing his prized blonde toy. Once inside, John carried Samantha into the bedroom where he stripped her naked, tied her hands and feet to the bed, put a blind fold on her and gagged her. With Samantha taken care of, John drove her SUV back to the mall and parked it in the back lot near his car. On his drive home, John smiled and thought of all the sadistic fun that was soon to start. With Samantha immobilized and still unconscious, John got on-line and called some people he knew in the underground film business. Over the last 6 months, John had laid the groundwork to make a slew of porn films starring Samantha. Her tight teenaged body would be object of their desires while also providing unending hours of sexual pressure. The players in the upcoming films would arrive at his house in a few hours and Samantha would get top billing and their undivided attention for the next few days. John had been planning this for years and soon his dreams of dominating Samantha would come true. Before the crew arrived, John took the opportunity to take hundreds of photos of Samantha’s naked teenaged body. Samantha’s tits were even better than John imagined with areolas the size of .50 cent pieces and nipples as big around as his pinky finger. Her pussy was neatly trimmed with just a strip of blonde hair above her perfectly shaped labia. He laid down between her legs and started to sample the tasty teen’s wonderful pink hole while marveling at the smell of her womanly recesses. As John licked and sucked on Samantha’s clit and vulva her body started to move and respond involuntarily to the stimulation. While John buried his tongue deeper and deeper between her lips, sexual juices started to flowing from Samantha’s quivering pussy. As the stimulation to her clit increased, Samantha started to stir from her drug induced slumber and struggled against her bindings. Thru her gag Samantha started to scream and cry as thoughts of what was to come flooded through her mind. As she struggled to free herself, John leaned over and told her the situation and gave her the choices before her. Behave and go along with the things to come and she’ll be released back to her family. Cause trouble and struggle against him and his friends, and she’ll never be see her family again. As Samantha was crying and letting John’s ultimatum sink in, the doorbell rang. John left the Samantha’s naked body to answer the door and was greeted by his contacts in the underground film industry. Mike had the camera, Bill had the sound equipment, and there were 4 anonymous men that would be Samantha’s co-stars. The co-stars consisted of 2 large Black men and 2 white men who had been doing this for many years. Along with the men, there were 2 very large Great Danes brought along for an added twist to their movie plots. The men all had been down this path before and they couldn’t wait to see the star of their upcoming movie marathon. John led them to the bedroom, and the men couldn’t believe the stunning beauty tied before them. As they set up the film and sound equipment, John had one request. He wanted to be the first one to enter her blonde pussy and feel her underneath him. John had lusted for Samantha since she was 12 years old and he wanted to feel her pussy around his cock. The crew agreed and John made himself ready for his film debut. To hide his identity, John wore a mask at all times during the shooting of the film. No names were used and the men knew their jobs from hundreds of victims before Samantha. Once John had put his mask on, he leaned close to Samantha and whispered in her ear, “Do as your told and you’ll be ok. We’ll set you free when we’re done if you cooperate. Do you understand?” Samantha nodded her head yes. John then asked Samantha “are you a virgin?” She once again nodded yes. “Good. I was hoping so.” John told Mike to get a good shot of his cock entering her pussy because she was a virgin and it was going to bleed. As Mike started filming, John removed Samantha’s gag and blindfold while soaking in the sight of her young athletic body. To make the movies appear to be a willing endeavor, Bill took out a stun gun and stood guard as Samantha’s bindings were released. John told her that she would be free to move and “enjoy” the coming activities, but any funny business would be met with severe repercussions. John asked Samantha if she understood, and she softly said “yes”. Once John had her cooperation, he kissed her lips and worked his way down to her nicely tanned tits. He started kissing and sucking on her tight young tits while he fondled them and made her nipples grow hard. As Samantha cried and whimpered, John worked his way down to her virgin pussy to once again sample her tender flesh. He slid his tongue from one end of her vulva to the other while pausing at her clit to nibble on it. The intense sensations coming from her clit made Samantha squirmed under him as her hands groped for John’s hair. It didn’t take long before Samantha’s pussy started to leak sexual honey from her hole, as John drank every drop possible. Samantha wasn’t sure what exactly she would feel, but readied herself for the next step in her exploitation. As John got in position to enter her, Samantha, for the first time, got a look at the cock dangling between John’s legs. Her eyes grow wide and she wondered if it was possible for something that big to fit in her virgin pussy. As John positioned his 8" long 2"wide cock at the dripping entrance to her pussy and slowly started to part her lips, Samantha let out a gasp. John slowly parted her tight pink hole inch by inch as she sobbed and pleaded with him to stop. Samantha’s hot wet hole was slowly stretching to allow the intruding cock to enter deeper and deeper into her until Samantha felt the tip against her hymen. When John reached her barrier, Samantha’s pleading became even louder as her virginity was in peril and her vagina strained to accept the intruder. John responded with a warning and threatened to slap her if she continued to protest. As Samantha cried, John pushed his cock through her hymen and didn’t stop until he was buried up to his balls in her tight quivering pussy. The sight of Samantha’s blonde hair, tear streaked face, hard nipples, slowly rising thighs, and the feeling of her vagina wrapped tightly around his cock made John think he was in heaven. After waiting for Samantha’s pussy to relax slightly, John slowly pulled his cock out of her bleeding pussy while Mike made sure to capture all the details on film. Once John knew Mike had the evidence on film, he drove his cock back into Samantha’s deflowered pussy again and again. Samantha moaned and gasped with every thrust of John’s big cock as it penetrated faster and faster into her well filled pussy. As John’s cock continued to attack her pussy, Samantha’s body started responding in kind. Her hands started running up and down John’s back and her legs were wrapped around his waist. With every trust into her body, waves of energy flashed through her from head to toe. As unlikely as it sounded, Samantha’s was enjoying the experience of her fucking even if it wasn’t voluntary. After 20 minutes having Samantha’s tight wet pussy wrapped around his cock, John was reaching the breaking point and she was nearing her first orgasm too. John grabbed Samantha’s ankles, pushed her legs next to her face, and buried his cock in her womb and sent his hot thick seed into Samantha innermost recesses. When she felt John’s cock swell and twitch inside her, as warm pulses of cum blasted her womb, Samantha came as wave after wave of sexual tension was released . http://www.iimmgg.com/gallery/g0d2c7a8fd361704e9773ae9f1e534423/ As John withdrew his softening cock, Mike zoomed in with the camera and caught his blood stained seed dribbling out of her stretched pussy. If Samantha thought John was big, she had no idea there where 4 other men and 2 dogs there to sample her body also. The next man to get between her thighs was the larger black man equipped with a horse cock. 11" long and almost 3" wide, Samantha was gripped by fear for her pussy and wondered if he could even entered her. As the head of his cock parted her lips, Samantha gasped in pain and apprehension as the monster cock entered her tight sore pussy. With John’s seed providing the lubrication to her vaginal walls, slowly and steadily the massive cock stretched her pussy to limits Samantha never knew possible. The cock didn’t stop penetrating her until it reached her cervix. Then it slowly was withdrawn only to be thrust back into her again and again. With each thrust it felt like her pussy was being torn in half and the cockhead went deeper and deeper into her womb. The sounds coming from the owner of the cock was confirmation of how much he was enjoying her tight pussy. Despite her situation and the pain searing thru her body, Samantha was having one orgasm after another. Her head was thrashing back and forth as her legs wrapped around the hips of her assailant, pulling the massive cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. After what seemed like hours, the massive cock came to a halt inside her womb and let loose a torrent of hot cum inside her exhausted body. Once the cock had stopped pulsating, she felt it slide out of her pussy and finally had some relief from the straining sensations coming from her reproductive organs. As the owner of that cock left the bed, Samantha was rolled onto her stomach for the next penetration of her body. The next black guy climbed into bed and placed his hands on her nice tight white ass while positioning himself behind her. As cum continued to drip out of Samantha’s battered pussy, the 2nd guy was looking to penetrate her ass with his 9" long sword. As he parted Samantha’s cheeks, she let out a muffled scream into the pillow, knowing what was to come next. Without any lube except the blood and cum that had flowed over her asshole, the 9" sword started pressing against her anus. When the head of it entered her ass, Samantha started to whimper and she grabbed handfuls of bedding as she experienced her first anal penetration . Her cries did nothing but encourage the owner to shove more and more of his thick cock into her virgin ass. As the cock made it’s way deeper into her ass, Samantha started screaming and twitching as another orgasm surged through her body. Mike got low behind her and got every last inch of the big cock forcing it’s way into her ass and even got a shot of her vaginal honey squirting out of her pussy. Once the cock was buried balls deep in her ass, Samantha felt it withdraw and thrust forward in and out like a triphammer causing her to scream out in pain. As her ass was being pummeled, the owner of the 11" black cock walked toward her and waved his cock at her face. When Samantha opened her mouth to scream, he jammed his recovered cock into her mouth. She immediately started to suck and stroke it and soon had over half of it in her mouth. With a few more thrusts and some added care, Samantha managed to swallowed the hole 11" cock down her throat. The site of her swallowing all that cock made the guy fucking her ass lose control and he started to cum with his cock buried to it’s maximum depth . He held Samantha’s hips tightly as he let loose a loud grunt as stream after stream of man sauce painted her colon. While the second load of man sauce was coating her insides, Samantha’s face was being fucked like there was no tomorrow. Samantha pulled the man’s hips forward as the 11" monster was rammed down her throat past her tonsels until the black man’s balls were resting on her chin. He held her tight against his pubic bone and sent a large load of cum straight to her stomach. Once he was done, he removed his cock and Samantha finally was able to get a lung full of air. Before she could gather her senses, the last two “actors” took their positions. One crawled under her and proceeded to suck and fondle her tits as she laid on top of him. The other positioned himself behind her ass and wiped her pussy and browneye clean of the blood and semen that oozed out of her orifices. While her tits were being groped and sucked, the guy under her put his cock at the entrance to her sloppy pussy. He had no problem getting his thick 10" cock to slide inside her tattered pussy. Once he was all the way into her pussy, he gave one final thrust to enter her womb. As Samantha gasped in pain once again, another orgasm shook her body and flooded her pussy with more she-cum. As wave after wave rocketed thru her body, Samantha was greeted with a new sensation. The last guy left to fuck her, got behind her and grabbed her hips. Samantha knew what was coming and wondered if her teenaged body could handle it. As the 4th man placed his cock against her anus, Samantha tried to relax as he entered her ass with one continuous shove. With a wide 9" cock in her ass and a thick 10" long cock stuck in her womb, Samantha moaned loudly for minutes on end. Her sexual senses were in overload and her bodily openings were stretched to their limits. The guy driving into her ass set the pace and soon she was experiencing one continuing orgasm after another and it caused her to lose consciousness. With her passed out, the first guy to fuck her ass grabbed Samantha’s head and starting fucking her face as fast as he could. It wasn’t long before guy # 4was cumming in long thick streams deep in her bowels. The sight of him cumming in her ass started a chain reaction of orgasms among the guys fucking her. With cum dripping out of her pussy and ass, John was busy snapping hundreds of pictures of the events as they happened before him. The pictures of Samantha getting fucked and assaulted would bring him thousands of dollars and help relive the memories of his conquest. As Samantha lay unconscious, she was gagged and positioned on the bed for the next penetration of her body. With her knees on the floor tied to the bed frame, and her upper body draped across the bed with her hands to the other side of the bed, she was in perfect position for the worst assault of the day. As Samantha laid passed out and tied up across the bed, the first Great Dane was brought to her. The smell of sex and all the fluids dripping out of Samantha’s holes had the dog horny as hell. The smell of her pussy drew the dog’s attention and he started licking and tongue fucking her like rare steak. It didn’t take long for the dog to clean her asshole and pussy of all the cum and blood from the hours of fucking she had endured and his cock was looking to sample Samantha’s body too. As the guys then took time to relax, they watched in awe as the dog got behind Samantha’s ass and positioned it’s paws on either side of her body. As soon as his hips where in position the dog started it’s thrusting back and forth until it’s long slimy cock found her battered pussy. Once the dog felt her warm wet pussy around his cock, he gripped her hips hard and thrust into her until his furry hips were slamming against Samantha’s bare ass. The 12" long dog cock was hammering Samantha’s cervix and womb without end and the guys were snapping pictures and rolling film from every angle possible. After only a few minutes, the Great Dane stopped pumping his cock into Samantha and held still as he sent his hot sticky dog cum deep into her violated pussy. As his cum was splashing against her womb, his cock knot swelled to such a size that Samantha started to wake from her stupor. Before she could react, the knot was wedged deep inside her pussy as it held the dog cum inside her. As she started to regain her senses, Samantha realized she was bound and gagged and had a dog inside her!! The thought of a dog’s cock inside her was too much for her and she started thrashing about trying to dislodge the cock from her violated pussy. Try as she might, the dog’s cock would not come out and she couldn’t believe the size of the knot locked inside her. Samantha finally was too tired to struggle anymore and resigned herself to the fact she was going to have to let the dog calm down. Once the first dog’s knot relaxed enough, Samantha felt with a great feeling of relief, the vile cock slide out of her soiled pussy. Once the first dog was finished with her, the men brought the second dog into the room. Despite her reaction to the first dog fucking her, the men removed her gag and had the first dog lay on the bed next to her face. With the second dog licking her once again creamed pussy, Samantha started to beg and plead with the men to take the dogs away. Before she could make her case for mercy, the second dog mounted her and started pumping away as deep as he could reach. As vile as the thought of sex with a dog was, Samantha’s body was starting to respond to the penetrations she was experiencing. As Samantha’s body was overtaken with a building orgasm, the dog near her face was cleaning their sexual juices off his cock. The sexual energy flowing through her body took control of her powers of reason and before the men knew it, Samantha sucked the 1st dogs cock into her mouth. They were astonished to see the former virgin prep school beauty being a willing participant in a doggie tagteam. Her hips started to move back against the second dog fucking her and she was moaning while doing her best to get most of the 1st dogs cock down her throat. It was only a few minutes before the dog fucking her pussy buried his cock in her womb and held her tight as his knot swelled at her cervix. As Samantha felt the knot deep inside her grab the walls of her vagina, she let out a loud groan and swallowed the dog cock in her mouth. Stream after stream of canine cum was pumped into her mouth and pussy. The men made sure to get the cum trickling out of her mouth on film and also caught the movement of her throat as Samantha did her best to swallow the rest. The men who had filmed and watched her get raped by the Great Danes, were now looking for their piece of her body. They untied Samantha and carried her to the bathroom where they washed her and cleaned her for their next movie. The next film would be shot in the bathroom and would be a classic gangbang movie. There was no longer any need for her to be tied and the men liked the added freedom to move her as needed. They surrounded her on all sides and started kissing her body from head to toe. While she made out with the large black man, the second black was tongue fucking her ass as the 2 white guys sucked her tits and fingered her clit. As Samantha’s sexual excitement grew, one of the white guys started fingering her pussy deeper and deeper. Soon he had all 5 fingers in her tattered pussy as she got weak in the knees. With her balanced compromised, the guys tongue fucking her ass, got behind her and took ahold of her shaky hips. As he readied his cock to once again enter her ass, Samantha’s mouth was filled with the second white cock. As she started to swallow that 9" member in front of her, the cock at her ass was pushed into her once again. Samantha’s was once again overcome with an earth rattling orgasm as she sent squirt after squirt of girl goo over the fingers inside her pussy. With her body providing additional lubrication, the fingers inside her pussy were forced even deeper into her until the owner’s whole hand was inside her. The feeling of an hand deep inside her as a large cock was fucking her bowels was more than Samantha could stand. She screamed out in pain as her body protested the extreme penetration she was being forced to deal with. Time and time again she could feel the mans fist hitting her cervix as the cock in her ass hammered her bowels. The feeling she felt inside her body was beyond description and drove her into one orgasm after another. While all this was going on, the film crew was getting every possible penetration shot recorded and soon noticed something new in their viewfinders. With every withdraw of the hand from Samantha’s pussy, there was blood visible. The same could be seen on the cock in her ass. Her body was being torn apart from the inside out and no one seemed to care. Samantha and her co-stars were caught up in the sexual frenzy and only cared about the primal feelings coursing through them. It didn’t take long for the cock in Samantha’s ass to once again paint her bowels with seed. Once he had finished, the 11" black cock was tired of being on the sidelines and wanted another piece of heaven. The large black guy pulled the smaller black guy out of Samantha and shoved his monster cock deep into her bleeding ass. Once he was balls deep in Samantha’s colon, He pulled her off the other man’s hand and pushed her down on the bathroom floor. He straddled her limp body and hammered her ass for all he was worth. Every thrust into her ass generated a grunt out of Samantha’s mouth and moved her limp body across the floor. On and on he drove the 11" monster into her ever weakening body. The scene unfolding before the cameras had all the other guys stroking their cocks as they encircled Samantha’s limp body. As the large Black guy finally felt his balls tighten, he pulled Samantha tight against his pubic bone and blasted her insides with yet another load of man seed. The sight of Samantha receiving another load deep inside her body had the others jerking their cocks faster and faster. It only took a minute and one cock after another sent streams of cum flying through the air and landed on her naked body sprawled on the floor. After nearly 10 hours of filming and fucking Samantha, everyone was worn out. The dogs enjoyed licking her clean and Samantha even managed a smile when she felt their warm tongues in her and over her body. The men cleaned her up and got her something to drink before putting her to bed. As she slept, someone stood watch over her and made sure she was going to be ok. While all this was going on, Samantha’s family was very worried due to her long overdue return home. As they tried to get police help in searching for Samantha, she was only 400yds away peacefully sleeping in John’s bed. The next morning Samantha was feeling refreshed but very sore from the previous days events. While the initial assault was against her will and took her virginity, something happened during the events. Samantha found out she was good at sex and liked it no matter how it happened. The feeling of all that meat inside her, all the fluids exchanged, and the feeling of being dominated made her want even more sex. After a few minutes of getting her bearings and realizing where she was, Samantha sat up on the edge of the bed and asked John for something to drink. When John got up to get her drink, Samantha reached out and grabbed his cock and said the drink she wanted was from a man. As he stepped closer, Samantha sucked John’s semi-hard cock into her dry mouth. While she ran her lips up and down the shaft, she stuck out her tongue and licked the his balls. The technique had the effect of making John’s cock instantly hard and the tip started hitting the back of her throat. Samantha relaxed her throat and soon John’s cock was slipping past her tonsils time after time. While Samantha sucked on John’s throbbing cock she took her hand and cupped his balls while pumping faster and faster over the 8" cock. 5 minutes of her cock sucking had the John’s balls primed for it’s delivery. When Samantha felt the cock start to swell even more, she pulled John closer to her and buried his cock in her throat. As she struggled to breath, she felt rope after rope of hot cum head for her stomach as John grabbed handfuls of hair and pulled her even tighter to him. When Samantha finished with her protein drink she got to her feet and walked with John to the other men. She was naked and didn’t care to coverup with even a sheet as she addressed the men. As she stood before them, the men ran their eyes up and down her tight teenaged body and marveled at her stunning figure. Long athletic legs, long blond hair, blue eyes, and C sized tits that stood out proudly from her chest with no signs of any sagging. Now that Samantha had their attention, she told them what was going to happen next. A look of shock came across the men’s faces as she laid down the law. Samantha told them she would star in any film they wanted, as long as she was treated fairly and paid a percentage of the sales plus a flat rate. She told them dogs or other animals were double priced, and fisting was an added 20% if done alone or 50% more if as part of a double penetration. They were to pay all medical bills and rubbers would not be needed as long as the man inside her was tested clean of all STDs. If they agreed, they would all make a lot of money and she would not go to the police. The men looked at each other, conferred for a few minutes about the deal, and agreed to Samantha’s terms. The idea of being able to sample the young hottie time after time without legal ramifications while making a boat load of money was more than they could have hoped for. With everything agreed upon, Samantha got dressed and had John drive her a few miles away before dropping her off. She would tell her parents she was out partying and stayed at a friends house overnight. She would meet John at his house once a week for the film and photography sessions. At her arrival, they would provide her with a bank statement showing the deposits from the sales of photos and DVDs along with the cash payments for the upcoming events. Samantha’s sex drive was out of control now and she used her body to pay for her schooling and high ticket lifestyle. Everyone involved had a great time, made a lot of money and no one in her family was the wiser. She was living the American Dream, 21st century style.

Genetic Modification Today was to be the day. All of the tests, the hypotheses and fights with ethical groups had been, either worked out with scenarios considered, probed and prodded, or just discarded. Elaine, or just Laney to her group of friends, was ready. A small thrill of fear and doubt coursed through her, but she pushed it to one side and revelled in the luxury of the no expense spared comfortable room. “Hi Laney, would you like anything?” The mechanical and electronically filtered voice of Trisha came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “Uh…No thanks, I’m fine.” Laney lay back on the feather filled sling cushion and idly traced the Aztec pattern of the weave with a fingertip. She carelessly tossed the toga like wrap to one side and un-self conscientiously exposed her thighs. The fabric was diaphanous in any case and wouldn’t have hidden much, meant more for comfort a subliminal modesty wrap. “Not long now Hon.” Trisha, although she could not be seen through the two-way mirror shared Laney’s thrill of anticipation. Why they had chosen today for the experiments consummation was beyond her. Still, it had to happen some time, so why not today. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t worked toward it for long enough. Laney looked around the room; she had studied it many times before and knew every colour, every texture and even the slightly antiseptic smell of the cleaner droids work. For the last three years, she had been subjected to every test known to modern man, and plenty of others only just invented to suit the needs of the programme. Since she had volunteered for this singular honour, her life had not been her own. The Corporation owned her lock stock and barrel. Was it really only three years ago that she had answered the ad? What had it said? The crux had been one hundred and fifty thousand US dollars per anum. She could remember that much and the need she had at the time. The protection of a huge pharmaceutical company had also attracted her, it meant that her former lover’s financial legacy was paid off and nobody would be looking for her to ask why he had turned up in a storm drain with too many holes in him. Her thoughts were interrupted by Trisha’s voice again. “Laney Hon, three twenty two is here. You sure you want to go through with this babe? It’s not too late to pull out.” “Aw thanks Trish, me and old three twenty two will be just fine. Could you turn the lights down a notch or two please, and some music would be good, just a little light classical eh?” The room dimmed appreciably and Barbers Adagio for strings, from the floor speakers replaced Trisha’s voice. “A bit less with the volume, okay” Laney shouted although it wasn’t necessary. A panel slid up on the far wall. Blackness shone from the oblong hole it revealed. Elaine looked and waited for her first look at her new lover, the one she had been waiting for, for the past three years, the one she had undergone so much testing to meet, the one who, with luck, would produce the first, and who knew, may be, the first of many. Nothing happened for a few seconds. Time seemed to stretch, slowly; her surroundings took on a surreal appearance, as if she were looking through a telescope the wrong way. It was like a trip she had experienced once, when she was at University. That trip had almost cost her the ultimate sacrifice; she vowed never to drop acid or any other narcotic again. Apart from cannabis, she had stuck to it since. The feeling of unworldliness was just like the initial hit of the acid, when colours and shape take on whole new meanings and dimension as a kaleidoscope distorted pattern. Three twenty two poked his nose around the edge of the opening. A tan band of fur followed his black nose. Then, hesitantly, the rest of his black and tan body left the safety of the dark hole. Elaine was impressed by the size of the Doberman; he was big even for his breed. She watched, a little scared by his physical presence and the fluid grace of muscles under the shorthaired body. She watched, immobile as he began to examine his new surroundings; watched him taking information in by the olfactory senses that were his primary source of information. He toured the extremes of the room, moving in a counter-clockwise direction, pausing when a trace of something was revealed. He hadn’t noticed Elaine; she was hardly breathing and sat transfixed by the sheer beauty of the animal. They had suggested artificial insemination a while back, suggesting that, perhaps she wasn’t up to the task, but she stuck out for the good old fashion method, saying, if I am having puppies, then I want to know the father, intimately. An argument between the various departments had ensued, but Elaine had finished the heated discussion by saying that she would pull out unless she got what she wanted and adding with her usual tack “Fuck me, it’s not like I haven’t been reamed before. I haven’t been fucked for almost three years, I don’t know about you fuckwits, but I for one could use a good fucking right now.” Her outburst had brought the house down. She won the day. But, now it was D Day and her emotions roiled away in her mind. Her mouth dried and her tongue felt like it had grown a fur coat. A nervous tic made her arm and leg jump. The noise was below her hearing capability, but three twenty two picked it up quicker than she could think. His noble head lifted and a pair of amber eyes locked on hers. Elaine recognised a primal fear and the feeling that those eyes were searching beyond her skin and right to her soul. Neither of them moved for several seconds. The music changed, unnoticed, nothing stirred, just the silent mental communication between two animals of different species. It was Elaine that broke the spell first by clicking her tongue against her palette. The dogs head cocked to one side and an ear lifted slightly. He looked comical in his way and she expected an eyebrow to lift like Spock’s had in the old ‘Star Trek’ television series. Three twenty two stepped carefully forward, his nose questing for any information about this strange turn of events. He didn’t know that this was to be the culmination of ten years into an experiment of genetic manipulation; he couldn’t know that he was expected to do what came instinctively with a female of his species when she reached sexual readiness. What he did know was that she had no odour. If his eyes couldn’t have seen her and his ears hadn’t told him she was there, she would not have existed. His nose was the primary function and it had nothing to say. Three twenty two would never be able to understand bio washing. The scientists had made a mistake there, because a dog needs stimulation through his olfactory senses. Elaine called to him again and patted the feather filled throw by her hip. Unsure of the situation, but driven by a basic need to please, he slowly came to her and suffered first contact from her hands as they stroked his head. Now that he was up close, she still carried only a faint smell, one he didn’t recognise, but it wasn’t hostile. Elaine petted the dog; it was obvious to her that he was a little worried. Ears laid back and hesitancy in his step told her of his condition. Nevertheless, he submitted to her strokes and tentatively licked her hand. “Can’t keep calling you three twenty two can we dog? How does Mutley sound?” The dog looked at her, but didn’t reply. “Genetics haven’t got that far have they Mutley?” Mutely cocked his head to one side and gave her the benefit of another of his comical expressions. “You sure you ain’t Spock?” Mutley was beginning to relax now. He checked her out, but was still confused by the almost total lack of scent. Her hands felt good on his fur, strong and commanding, smoothing the hair back and dredging a distant memory of his mother’s ministrations. She was warm and the pillow that she lay upon was soft; Mutley appreciated the feelings that were quite different from the steel kennel he was used to. “How the hell am I supposed to start this?” Elaine shouted, apparently to nobody. Electronically enhanced voices could be heard and then just a single one in response. “Try getting him aroused Laney, you know, touch him up a little, then see what happens.” She carried on stroking Mutley, long smoothing caresses from the back of his head and down to this chest. Mutley enjoyed the contact and shifted so that she could continue without hindrance. Gradually, her strokes became longer, covering his sides and flanks and travelling to the hollow where his ribcage stopped. The fur there is soft and the skin particularly sensitive. “Fuck all is happening here, short of squeezing one off, I don’t think he is interested.” Her hand had been nudging against his cock, but up to now, it had remained completely hidden in its sheath. More out of room discussion ensued overheard through the speaker system. Why not try something else Laney, say, get him to lick your pussy or something. Come on girl, try will you.” Elaine pulled the fabric of her toga-come nothing at all out of the way and began to stroke her cunt. For some reason, this did nothing for her or the dog. Disinterestedly, he glanced at her busy fingers, smelled her hairless cunt and turned away. Slightly desperate, Elaine probed her lips and separated them enough to slip a finger into her self. But, neither of them was really getting too much out of it and she gave up on the idea. “Aw fuck this! Can’t you people get me a dog whose isn’t fucking gay?” “Trust me Laney, three twenty two is not gay, but something isn’t right obviously.” “Obviously, feel like a performing monkey here and the audience is brain dead. Let’s call it a day and do some thinking eh?” She got up off the throw cushion and grabbed Mutley’s ears, giving him a playful tug. Perhaps it was the change of attitude or some other subtle alteration, but Mutley responded and began to play right back with her. They fooled around, mock fighting and playing a sort of tag game, wrestling and just having fun. Elaine and Mutley got quite warm in the controlled environment; at last she exuded an odour of sweat and feminine perfume. To Mutley’s canine thinking, she started to make sense and he liked her. She also became quite attractive to him as someone to play with. At last, and fairly exhausted, she flopped down on a couple of the huge cushions, giggling with pure pleasure. Mutley smelled her and checked her over. Her armpits had an aroma to them and generally, she had the same smell, but to a lesser extent. He became aware of her dampness and nosed at her mound to get an imprint of her in his mind. The touch of his cold nose was electric. Instantaneously, her body responded. Mutley experimentally licked her lips and accidentally found her clit. An involuntary moan escaped her mouth and a hand full of fingers pulled her lips apart so that he could get a better access to her. She tasted wonderful and a lubricating juice coated his tongue. Mutley crouched down and began to lick her in earnest, enjoying the reaction of her body. She smelled quite different now, a musky and basic sexual odour that pinged a chord in his brain. “Oh sweet Jesus; don’t stop!” She managed through clenched teeth. Elaine had swivelled onto her back and gasped her pleasure. Her hardened nipples were being treated to the pinching and rubbing her fingers gave them. Her back arched and her first orgasm in three years was imminent. Then it rushed through her body, washing over her in a tsunami of nervous energy that eventually reached her cunt and soaked Mutley’s muzzle. It was followed by another equally devastating orgasm, as Mutley licked harder from the result of the first and tried to clean up her come with his tongue. Elaine cried with joy, tears coursed down her cheeks and a feeling of exhilaration travelled over her. She needed to rest. She grasped Mutley’s head and pulled him away from her. She was gratified to see that the tip of his cock had at last decided to explore the outside world. Without thought, Elaine gently grasped his sheath and coaxed out the rest. She began to carefully jerk him off and was pleased to feel the hardening effect she was having on the dog. Mutley’s cock grew in her hand and coated her palm with a liberal amount of pre-come. Continuing with the initiative, Elaine spun around and took him in her mouth; gently sucking the red tip until she had as much as she could take of him. Then she began to manipulate his cock with her tongue, caressing the animal in her mouth and letting his juice spill down her throat. His knot began to grow and suddenly burst from the protection of his furry haven. She could almost swallow enough of the dog to get the knot to nudge her lips. She grasped him behind his knot and sucked harder. He started to hump her face and soon she got a mouthful of his seed. The taste was not to her liking, she spat it out. “This is it Mutley, time to fuck me and make babies.” Mutley, who was by now in a state of sexual frenzy didn’t understand her noises, but was ready nonetheless. Elaine turned again, knelt on all fours and presented her rear to him. She smelled delicious now; her musk inflamed his already charged nerves. He licked her again, long strokes of his tongue travelling from her clit to her anus. It took her very little time to be ready for him and she pushed back onto his tongue and let him know of her readiness. Mutley mounted her and started to hump impatiently, but missed the mark. Several attempts to find her failed until she grasped his cock and guided him to her cunt. Once he was positioned, his cock slid into her easily and he buried it as far as he could before the automatic reflexes of his hips took over. She screamed and threw her head back in a primal desire to engulf the dog in her body. His thrusts drove him deeper until his knot pushed against her labia. His humping grew rapid and staccato and then slowed as his energy level diminished. He dismounted and licked Elaine’s sex, further inflaming her. She was desperate now to feel him come inside her. She coaxed him back to his job, wriggling her pert ass in his face. Mutley took the hint and again, mounted her. His cock seemed to know the direction of her sex without the need for her to intercede. A lunge of his hips and a locking of his forepaws around her narrow waist conspired to drive him deeply into her body once more. Elaine timed his movements and waited until she was sure of her timing, then pushed back hard into the dog and accepted his knot into her slippery cunt. Mutley grasped her waist tighter, in a vice like grip and rammed himself into her body. He felt the end of his cock enter her womb, the extra pressure took him to his peek and he howled his orgasm and triumph out loud. Elaine felt him explode inside of her, she could feel the jets of his white hot seed flood her womb, the sensation drove her over the edge and she humped him back, milking his beautiful cock of everything. She knew they had mated successfully. A fundamental sense told her she was going to be carrying his progeny and giving birth to the first genetic species of humanines as the boffins had called them. But, first, she had to get him out of her body and that was not going to be too easy. He was still pumping into her and releasing his come. She looked down between her breasts and was amazed and how her stomach had extended. Christ on a stick she thought, how much can this dog come. His knot still felt the size of a tennis ball and was becoming painful now. “Jesus fucking wept Laney. That was some show you put on there. You okay or do you need some help?” Trisha sounded breathless even through the electronic enhancement. “Could do with getting him out of me” Cried Elaine back. “Did you watch the whole thing?” “Er, well most of it, ‘fraid I got side tracked, but I got it on tape.” An orderly came and helped Mutley and Elaine part, then took the dog away. Trisha came into the biosphere that was Elaine’s home and sat down next to the exhausted woman. “You okay babe? Look at your guts woman! You must have a gallon of him in there. You look three months pregnant. How did it feel?” The questions came so fast Elaine couldn’t answer them. She just patted Trisha’s hand and winked. Several months later, Elaine gave birth to the new answer to genetically modified organ donors. This had been the purpose of the experiment and it had been successful in more than one way. Mutley became a star stud. Elaine retired from the programme and bred dogs…real dogs.

Sarah is my older sister by 3 years. She is a submissive lesbian, and I trained her to be that way. Here's how it happened! Ever since I can remember, Sarah was a super sound sleeper. Having learned all the camp tricks like putting shaving cream in someone's hand, tickling their faces, and watching them smear shaving cream all over their faces, I started to do some of those tricks on my sleeping sister. Being the sound sleeper that she was, she was the perfect subject, but after a while, the camp tricks got kind of boring. We still shared a room, but with me being 14 and Sarah being 17, mom and dad were doing an addition on the house so Sarah could have her own room. I was just starting puberty at 14, and she was 17, so we talked about boys, kissing and sex almost every night before going to sleep. One night, after our talk left me feeling a little funny down south, I wanted to see how far I could take my sleeping sister. After she had fallen asleep, I turned the heat up a little in the room and then started peeling the blanket and sheet of her sleeping body. There she was in her panties and sleep shirt sleeping soundly. I slowly picked up her arm and placed in over the front of her panties, right on top of her pussy. Then gently began using her hand to massage her pussy through her panties. It didn't take long for her pussy lips to start swelling, and a musky sent to begin filling the room. Then I lifted the waistband of her panties and slid her hand through her pubic hair and into her sopping wet pussy. I was sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit side to side and her breathing was getting louder. I stopped for a while and took her other hand and placed on under her sleep shirt on her boob, and positioned her fingers on her nipple. Not wanting to wake her, I think I got her pretty close to an orgasm, but stopped, covered her back up, turned the heat down, and went back to my own bed. The next morning, we both woke up, and she was none the wiser, and of course I wasn't saying a word. The next night, I did the same thing, but this time I got a little braver and pulled her hand from her pussy to her face and pushed her wet fingers into her mouth. I did this a few times, again bringing her close to an orgasm, but stopping just short and returning to my bed. After about 2 weeks of this, one night to my surprise when I pulled back the blankets, her hand was already in her panties, none-the-less, I helped her masturbate herself, and helped her pinch her own nipples. During the process, I got my fingers wet with her pussy juice and simply slipped my fingers in her mouth to clean them off, when I got a nasty idea. I returned my fingers to her pussy, and got my fingers soaked with her juices, and smeared her pussy juice around her mouth and nose. The room reeked with the smell of pussy. I took her even closer to an orgasm that night, and she almost woke up. The next morning, I saw her smell her fingers, and she washed her face for a little longer than usual. The next night we talked about sex again, and she told me about these wild dreams she had been having, and how her nipples have been a bit more sensitive than usual, and how it may be time for her period. As luck would have it, she got her period that day. Not wanting to make a mess, I figured I was out of business for a week. When we went to bed that night, I found myself putting my hand in my panties, and fingering myself. As I was getting close to cumming, I had a vision of my sister fingering my pussy and licking her fingers clean. It was actually a pretty interesting week of fantasies. When I was finally back in business with my sister, I was determined to take it up a notch. Again, as I pulled down the covers, she had her hand just inside the waistband of her panties. I assisted her by pushing her hand lower, and began using her hand to work over her pussy. Again, I smeared her face with her own juices. I pinched her nipples hard, and twisted them a few times till they stood erect. Rather than use her other hand to pinch her nipples, I placed her other hand over her pussy as well, and alternated fingers in her pussy, so that both hands were coated in pussy juice. This went on for a little more than a week. She confided in me later that week that she was waking up in the morning with tender nipples and a tender clit. Like those areas were more sensitive than they had ever been, her nipples were almost constantly hard from rubbing up against her bra during the day. And she even admitted to masturbating yesterday morning, because she was so horny. The next night, I took it up a notch. Once I got her fingers in her pussy, I had my hand in my panties as well. Rather than smear her face with her pussy juice, I took my fingers out of my dripping pussy and smeared my juices on her face. Then I pulled my panties aside, and used her hand to get myself off. I assaulted her nipples on again, keeping them nice and tender, and covered her back up. The next morning, she was a cunt cocktail with pussy juice all over her hands and face. She neither washed her hands or face before having breakfast, and I watched her lick some spilled jelly off her fingers, and swore I saw her lick fingers that didn't have jelly on them at all. This went on for another 3 weeks or so, until her next period. I didn't know how I was going to last a week without my nightly ritual. It was in the middle of the first night that I got an idea. Fantasizing about her getting me off, I went over to her bed, positioned her head near the edge of her bed, and I sat on a stool and positioned my pussy just inches away from her face. I was pumping my pussy just inches away from her face, and frequently moved my fingers from my pussy to her mouth, resisting the urge to pull her mouth into my pussy. After I had cum, I was rearranging her covers and noticed her hand was in her panties. I was expecting the worst when I pulled her panties back to see her hand, but her fingers were on her clit, her pussy was dripping into her pad a bit, but nothing too bad. I figured she should taste her own brew, and stuck her fingers in her mouth before retiring. The next night, I couldn't resist pulling her face into my pussy, but when my pussy hairs brushed her lips and nose, she began to stir a bit. It was then I realized I had to shave what little hair I had down there to accomplish my task. I took a few swipes with the razor and returned to my perch. Just as I was cumming, I pulled her face into my crotch and came with her lips touching my pussy lips. I did this the next 3 nights. So, in the course of 2 months, I had my big sister masturbating in her sleep, eating both of our pussy juices, and me cumming on her face. What next I thought.

Heather wanted so badly to do something for New Year's Eve instead of watching another movie or Dick Clark's New Year's Eve extravaganza or whatever they call it right now. Her parents were going to an annual neighborhood party and for the first time her older brother was going to be allowed to have over two of his closest friends Jeremy and David. She was going to be 15 on her next birthday in February, but everyone still treated her like a little girl. As she sat on her bed, she looked up at the mirror and noticed two lemon-sized titties on her chest. She sighed wishing her breasts would have been larger. Verifying that her bedroom door was closed she lifted her night gown to her shoulders and the developing breasts were immediately visible. She knew it was wrong (at least that's what her mother had taught her) but she held up the gown anyway with one hand and began to cup both of her little treasures with the fingers of the other hand. This wasn't the first time she had done this and just like in the past, the center point stiff pink nipples poked through her moist fingers sending that incredible feeling throughout her body, but especially down to her pussy that was hidden by a thin pair of panties. Heather watched herself in the mirror as she allowed the hard little nipples to slip through her fingers again and again. Soon she was taking each bud in between her thumb and first finger . . . and gently pinching the tuber almost to the point of pain. She loved doing this and so did her tiny clit that increased in both sensitivity and pleasure the more she touched it. Suddenly she was interrupted by the phone which rang in her room. She couldn’t believe her parents still had a land line, even though everyone in the house had a cell phone. She remembered her parents were out shopping, so she picked it up and answered it. "Hello," she said pulling down her night gown almost as if the person on the other end would have seen her fondling her titties. Heather soon recognized the voice. It was Jeremy, one of the boys scheduled to come over this evening. She was hoping it was Tammy next door who was a year younger, and lately her best friend. "Oh hi Jeremy . . .Michael should still be here. Do you want me to go and see for you?" she asked, suddenly becoming very aroused talking to the older boy. She liked both of her brother's friends, but Jeremy was her favorite. He never spoke down to her and he was really cute. "Is he like still sleeping?" he asked. "I won't know until I go check." "Well hold on a sec then . . . it's good to hear your voice. Are you doing anything tonight for New Year's Eve?" "Naw . . . mom and dad think I am still too young to do any partying. I guess I'll just stay up in my room while you guys go wild in the basement." Jeremy suddenly saw an opportunity rising . . . almost like the big cock that was beginning to become uncomfortable under his tight jeans. Since he found the young girl very attractive anyways . . . he thought he would have some fun with her on the phone. "Are your parents’ home?" he asked, wanting to make sure no one would anonymously pick up the phone during their conversation. "Nope. Pretty sure they went shopping . . . at least that's what they said last night before I went to bed. Why?" she asked enjoying the conversation, especially with a "hot" guy on the other end. "Well, maybe you could join us tonight. I know I'd . . . like to have you there." "Don't see that happening Jeremy . . . Michael thinks I'm just his creepy little sister that will get in the way of your guys’ fun." "Maybe I could talk to him. You wouldn't mind being with three guys on New Year's Eve now would you?" he asked in a suggestive sort of way. Heather couldn't believe this boy was like "hitting on her" on the phone. She looked down and realized his invitation had caused her small titties to poke out once again. She began to fantasize about kissing Jeremy later that evening as she absent-mindedly began to move her fingers down to the front of her panties and rub her little pussy while continuing the conversation. "I'd love to be there . . . with you guys . . . but again . . . Michael probably won't let that happen. Anyways . . . you guys will probably be playing pool and ping-pong and watching porn and stuff on TV," she said teasing back at him. "Porn and stuff . . . why Heather what do you mean? Have you actually seen some of those dirty movies before? (pause) Where did you get that kind of an idea?" he asked, as he unsnapped the top of his pants, yanked down his zipper and desperately reached into his boxers, to unleash his fully erect cock. As he waited for her response, he began to squeeze his 6" cock and move it up and down. "I ain't that inexperienced Jeremy . . . that I don't know what guys like to do. We got a couple of movies and things around the house and Jeremy likes to download nudie pictures . . . and I'll bet you do to. Am I right?" she asked now getting even more aroused. She raised her pink nightie slightly and wickedly thrust her hand inside her damp panties. Her fingers moved quickly across her tummy, down past her hairless mound and onto the little soldier that was aching for attention. "You horny little girl . . . I had no idea you were into things like that. I'll bet this conversation is getting you all hot now, isn't it? By the way . . . what are you wearing right now?" he asked as his hand continued to walk the dog. Heather suddenly became scared. "Why?" she asked concerned. "Us guys like to fantasize a lot . . . I'm just curious. But if you're too embarrassed don't worry about it," he said still hoping for her response. Heather's heart was now pounding with excitement as she continued to hold the phone up to her ear with one hand and rub her itchy pussy with the other. She soon realized her pussy lips were now all wet and slippery with her inner secretions. "I still got on my nightgown and a pair of panties and that's about it. And how about you? Whatchu wearing Mr. Horny?" she asked loving the first real bit of flirting she had ever done with a boy before. "Well if you really want to know . . . I'm laying here on my bed with nothing on but my boxers and my hand is keeping my friend company. . . wait a second. Describe your nightgown and panties that you are wearing. Help me see them in my mind," he asked. As he listened to her voice, he decided it would be much more arousing to pull down his underpants and talk to the 14-year-old in the nude. Rather awkwardly he kept the receiver to his ear with his one hand and at the same time looped his thumb into the one side of the waistband of his boxers with the other and pulled that side down about 6”. This technique was repeated several times until finally he pulled them past his ankles and then finally off. He readjusted his position with his legs open . . . and then captured his stiff cock in his hand and continued to slowly jerk his cock. Then he remembered the Vaseline in the drawer next to his bed. He opened the jar, stuck his fingers inside and allowed the slippery ointment to smear all over his fingers. Next he set the jar aside and began to coat the crown of his throbbing cock with the ointment until it was all shiny from his pink mushroom tip down to his balls. "You are a horny little pervert aren't you," she said laughing . . . even surprising herself by using those terms. "Alright I have on a pink night gown that's made of some kind of chiffon stuff . . . and my panties are also pink . . . like satin or something . . . you know kinda shiny." "Oh wow . . . that's great. Wish I were there to see you right now. Is the night gown kinda see-through?" he asked grasping his slippery cock in his hand and beginning a short journey to certain orgasm. "Kinda see through . . . you mean like . . . can you see my titties don't you?" she said getting more and more aroused from the boy's remarks. "I know when I am in the bathroom I can see my tits through the material . . . if that helps you . . . turn-on those super naughty thoughts in your mind." "Can you do something for me? Talking to you is making me real horny. Would you pull off your panties . . . right now? I like the thought of you not having anything on down below. Or is that too weird?" Jeremy knew he would explode any second, especially since his fingers were thick with Vaseline. "This is getting REAL kinky Jeremy . . .but I’m ok with it," she said. Heather placed the receiver on her pillow, again inspected the door to make sure it was closed and wildly yanked her panties off past her ankles. The cool breeze in the room suddenly found her wet lips and she picked up the phone again, fluffed the pillow behind her head and laid her fingers on top of her virgin pussy lips beginning to warm them up all over again. "All done Mr. Pervert. How about you? Fair is fair? Get rid of those boxers, right this minute . . . and get naked," she teased. "Already did it a few minutes ago. And I'm lying on my bed . . . butt-naked and I'll bet you can't guess where my hand is right now?" The image in Heather's mind almost brought her over the edge. She knew he must be holding his stiff cock while he was talking to her. "Probably on that big cock of yours . . . right?" she asked . . . rapidly moving her uninhibited fingers across her pussy lips." Unbeknown to either Jeremy or Heather, Michael (her brother) had picked up the phone simultaneously with his sister and was listening to their erotic conversation. Just paying attention to his sister flirt with his best friend was completely changing his thoughts about her. She was growing up and he now knew she would be joining them this evening down in the basement. But he needed a little leverage with her and was about to gather that in just a few minutes. He also had his thick 7" rod out as he listened to his 14-year-old sister talk dirty to the boy. "I’m glad that’s what you call it. Boys like to hear girls say that. Go ahead. Remind me again, what I am holding in between my fingers right now?" he asked much more suggestively than in the past. "Ok . . .you are holding your COCK in your hand and probably running your fist up and down, aren't you?" she asked bravely getting closer and closer to her own orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yes, I am and I'm about ready to shoot my load all over the ceiling. What about you? Where are your fingers?" "In between my legs . . . silly. I've had them there for the last ten minutes." "Wow . . . that's awesome. I think we're both gonna cum real soon!" It was at that point that Michael decided to put the phone down and run down to his sister's room to watch the little girl get off. The hallway was carpeted and being careful not to make a sound, Michael soon found himself in front of her door. He listened for a second and heard her say, "I love rubbing my little pussy like this with you on the phone. Awwwwwww I'm about to cum too," she said. Michael silently turned the door knob, as he had done many times before hoping to find her naked after a shower, and soon heard her moaning much more clearly. He wanted her to get off, but also wanted to catch her in the act. As he peered inside the girl's bedroom, he realized he could sneak closer to her bed without being seen or heard because of the layout of the furniture. He carefully pushed the door open, hoping the hinges wouldn't squeak and moved across the room. He had stuffed his long cock back inside his boxers before making the quick journey down the hall. Michael knew the direction his sister's bed was facing and decided to peek around the corner. There in front of him was his sister's young body almost naked. She had hiked the nightgown up to her shoulders and he looked at her naked body for the first time in five or six years. Her small breasts were visible and he couldn't believe how rigid her nipples were. Her hairless pussy was covered up by her rapidly moving hand and fingers as the girl brought herself over the edge. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shitttttttttttttttttttttttt!" she yelled as her entire body began to shake with sexual relief. She brought her knees up and spread her legs as she continued to manipulate and fondle her loins. Michael deliberately kept his hand away from his cock, knowing the lewd exhibition in front of him would have brought him over the edge. He selfishly wanted Heather to provide that relief as soon as she got off the phone. He heard his friend on the other end screaming as he obviously was flooding his own bedroom with a lake of hot cum as well. He retraced his steps and gently pulled the door closed . . . and just as quickly opened it up. "Hey Heather . . . who was that on the phone?" he asked calmly . . . moving quickly in front of her bed. He actually loved the terror on her face as she quickly tried to cover her pussy and yank down her night gown all at the same time. "Michael! You can't just break into my room without asking. Holy shit . . . I am so embarrassed". She covered her hips with the silky gown and raised her head. In the background they both could hear Jeremy. "Heather . . . are you ok? What happened?" said Jeremy. "Is that Jeremy?" he asked moving alongside her bed and close to the phone. His 14-year-old sister nodded her head quickly and handed him the phone. "So what's up . . . you little cradle snatcher?" he asked. "I am so fucking sorry Mike. I got carried away and you shouldn't blame your little sister," he said apologetically. "Not that little . . . I just realized . . . looking at her naked body. What's up?" "Just checking on the time tonight and wondered whether she could be invited to be with us. I'm sure David wouldn’t mind. She seemed kinda upset that everyone was going to have a good time but her. Maybe we could even let her have some of that champagne I'm gonna bring over. She could be like our waitress or something," he suggested desperately finding his boxers and then his pants. "I'm sure we can work something out. My parents leave around 8 so why don't you guys come over around 7:30 so we can look like were just gonna shoot pool and stuff. They usually don't get home until after 4:00 so we got plenty of time. You guys are still sleeping over aren't you?" "Hell yes . . .I'm not about to leave that late at night. Don't be too tough with your sister and we'll see you then." "Cool . . . catch you later." When he finished, his sister was still laying on the bed looking very embarrassed. He looked on the floor and noticed her panties. To add further humiliation, he leaned over and picked them up. He noticed the crotch was still damp from her juices and lewdly opened them so that he could show them to her as you might see in a dirty magazine. The elastic band was on the top and the two leg holes were slightly opened on the bottom. He expanded his large hand so that it stretched the garment almost to mirror what it looks like while being worn. Then he began to poke out the crotch with his middle finger as he looked down at her. "Mom and dad are going to freak out when I tell them what you were doing on the phone with Jeremy . . . am I right?” Heather's blonde long hair was a complete contrast to her beet red face hearing what her brother was asking. "Michael . . . please don't tell them. I'll be grounded forever . . . you know that." "Shit . . . I'm gonna need something in return sis. And not just you doing the dishes for me." "Anything Michael! Anything!" she said sitting up on her bed. She watched him manipulate her panties in front of her . . . wondering what she would have to do to keep him from telling mom and dad. "Well for starters . . .I'm gonna let you be our waitress this evening down in the basement. And you are going to wear what you have on right now! And nothing else. You want to go to a New Year's Eve party? Fine. You can tend to our wishes and desires this evening or suffer the consequences with mom and dad. Understand?" "Ok . . . that would be great . . . and thank you Michael," she said frantically moving her legs over the side of the bed and reaching out to hug her brother. Since Michael was very tall for his age, her arms surrounded his waist and when she pulled him closer, his rigid cock rubbed up against her cheeks. She realized she had made a big mistake and backed away. "Sorry about that . . .but thanks again. Why don't I get a shower and get dressed before mom and dad get home?” Michael looked at her digital clock on her bed stand and said . . . "They won't be home for another two or three hours. And in the meantime, I need some relief . . . just like you gave Jeremy over the phone." Heather stared at her brother, still standing next to her bed, but also focused in on the huge cock that was poking out the front of his boxers. "And what does that mean?" she asked suspiciously looking at his face. "I kinda like little girl's panties you know," he said twirling them around his index finger. "They are so soft and slippery. I'll bet they will feel just great up against my cock." "What?" she asked both surprised and mildly alarmed. "I gotta get you ready for the guys this evening girl. Haven't you heard what boys like to do with a pair of girl’s panties?" he asked with a sly grin on his face. "Are you gonna wear them?" she suggested, knowing that they would burst on his muscular body. "Fuck no . . . you are going to rub them up and down on my cock for me . . . right now . . . until I shoot my hot sticky cream.” He moved closer so that he was now directly centered in front of her, as she sat on the edge of her bed. “Now pull down my boxers so that we can begin. It won't take very long I am afraid. I almost shot my wad listening to you two on the phone," he said watching for her reaction. "You heard EVERYTHING?" she asked shaking her head. "Uh huh . . . so you better get busy and do anything I ask or I will have to tell mom and dad what you did with Jeremy. Go ahead . . . pull them down so you can see my BIG cock . . . and let’s get started." Heather knew it was hopeless not to follow his instructions. She placed her bare feet on the ground, sat on the edge of her bed and reached up to find the elastic surrounding his waist. Mike looked down and watched his little sister ease the fabric off his middle. Soon the purple head of his cock slipped past the band, revealing itself to her gaze. She opened her mouth in amazement as the long shaft began to unveil itself in front of her. Soon his boxers were at his knees as she slipped them down to his ankles. He quickly stepped out of them and moved back in front of the shocked 14-year-old girl. She quickly learned that fantasizing about a guy jacking off on the phone was one thing, but staring at a real one was something she might learn to love . . . and play with. "Wow . . .it's really big Michael. I never imagined it would look so huge!" He smiled as he watched her examine his bouncing cock. He wanted to move forward and rub it up against her cheeks and face, but decided he might lose the leverage he currently had over her. "Go ahead . . . take your panties and circle them around my COCK.” He waited for her to comply and then said: Now I want you to put the panties over my cock and curl your fingers around my shaft and move your hand up and down." "What's gonna happen?" she asked innocently, as she took the pink panties from her brother and continued to stare at his long cock inches away from her. "I'm gonna shoot my load all over them and maybe you . . . just like Jeremy did while talking to you on the phone. If you want to be at our party . . . you gotta learn how to make guys feel real good. Now get to it sis!" he ordered. Heather opened up her damp panties and placed his cock inside the opening. The satin fabric felt tauntingly cool against the bare skin of his raging cock. As she surrounded the fabric around his stiff organ, she stuck out her pink tongue to be more precise. He imagined what it would be like having her first lick and then suck him off . . . but again decided to wait until maybe later in the evening. Who knows maybe she could accommodate all three boys at the same time he thought lewdly. Finally, the little girl's panties entirely surrounded his stiff organ. "Now grab my cock and begin to move your hand up and down. Don't be afraid. Squeeze it pretty hard as you do it. This is called a "hand-job" and boys love it. When you are out on a date . . . this is how you get guys to like you. Go ahead and make me cum!" He continued to watch the girl as she tentatively grasped his cock through the shiny fabric and then began to move up and down. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah Heather . . . that feels GREAT! Keep it up," he begged. Heather was no longer afraid as she let the silky fabric move through her fingers as it caused a slippery resistance on the top and underside of his cock. She began to memorize what he seemed to like best in her manipulations and feedback, and a big smile appeared on her face. "This is kinda fun, bro . . . I can't wait until you shoot your stuff!" she said. She suddenly wanted to rub her pussy again . . . but decided against it . . . especially with all the trouble she was in already. Closer and closer to the edge he came . . . when suddenly he decided he wanted to see his sister naked. "Stop . . . for a second . . .and take off your nightgown." "WHAT?" she said letting go of her pink panties and letting them remain on his fully erect cock. "Do it my slave . . . or you know what I will do the minute mom and dad get home!" he ordered. He backed away a few feet and watched his sister get off the bed momentarily and pull her nightgown up and over her head. For the first time, in many years . . . his sister was naked in front of him as she sat back down. He was surprised at how her breasts had developed, with her stiff nipples now poking out of the center. He couldn't wait to get them inside his mouth later that evening. Heather sat down and suddenly felt very aroused, knowing her brother enjoyed looking at her naked body. She raised her hand to gather the silky material, but her brother interrupted her. "Push the panties down towards my stomach. I want you to bring me off with your bare hands. Lick your hand and then put your thumb and fingers into a circle and let my cock's head go through it and then squeeze like before . . . and make me shoot out my load!" Heather suddenly felt even more grown up as she followed his instructions and soon was wanking on his cock with her bare hand that she had licked for several seconds. She began to fantasize had her brother insisted that she make his cock all slippery, using her mouth instead of what she had just done. Up and down her fingers moved, allowing her moist skin to manipulate his trembling cock. He watched her slowly perfect her technique and was about to warn her about what was going to happen, but closed his eyes instead and bolted his hips forward. A bolt of lightning past through his mind as he climaxed and began to wildly erupt. His hips desperately moved back and forth, allowing her hand and fingers to act as a tight glove around his shaft. Rope after rope of his hot cum sprayed out as the young girl's eyes opened wide with surprise. Because of her position, as he thrust his hips forward . . . each mini-explosion of hot cum blasted against her chin and face. She wanted to stop and wipe it clean but elected to keep wanking on his cock. Soon her developing chest was covered with the same slippery cream as her face, as her lemon shaped titties were drenched with his slimy cum. For the next several minutes he continued to shoot his thick wads all over her. All of the hot cream was soon gathering in her crotch as she looked down and saw the yucky liquid. Finally, he stopped and told her to let go. "Lay down on the bed and let me look at you," he said pushing her onto her back. The entire front side of her developing naked body was covered with his cream. He reached out and began to rub the slippery juice over her two small titties. As soon as his fingers touched her body, she shivered and her nipples began to grow. He loved the feel of her buds in between his fingers as he pinched them slightly. "YOU are going to have a GREAT time this evening Heather servicing three big cocks!" he said with a big grin on his face. "Now go get that hot shower and get all fresh and stuff and be ready for us . . . maybe shooting all at the same time!” he said shaking his shaft over her lips. (Part 2 within the week)

To start my story my name is Gus I live on a 500 ac. ranch in the middle of Texas with my girlfriend Kay . We are both in our 40s and are at peace with our life , we stay healthy working out in our home gym . We keep up the ranch and raise and sell Horses and cattle to keep the wolfs away from the door so to speak . We are self sufficient we have wind mill to keep water in the tanks and we have solar power to keep the power on so we have very few guest coming and going . We have a gate at the road where our driveway turns off the hard top and travels up our 1 mile sandy, grassy drive . Our closest neighbor is 8 or 10 miles away ,and not a lot of friends in the area . We moved here about 10 years ago and found paradise in middle Texas.. We love to be nude we spend our day doing our chores in as little clothing as possible . Last week we were weeding the little flower garden behind the house , I had my tiller and was digging around in the crab grass , Kay was on her hands and knees pulling weeds and singing a song to her self . My tiller shut down and I said shit I'm out of gas , and headed to the garage for the gas can . Finding the can it was empty and asked , Kay if she new where some more was her reply was no . Well I'll go to the store to get some ,you want to go , no she replied just hurry back and lets get this done before dark . She wiggled her shapely tan ass I may want to go jump in the pool and cool off so hurry back . I went inside and slid on a pair of shorts and shirt and headed for my truck , jumped in an started for the highway about half way down the drive I remembered my wallet laying on the dresser so turning around and headed back to the house . As I pulled up at the house I saw Old Tex my hound he was at the barn door chasing a cat across the yard his dick hanging down about 6" . That old cat must be in heat and he's smelling her , she got her ass up a tree and looking back at her narrow escape , as to say you ain't sticking that thing in me old boy . I went into the house and passed the window , Kay was still on her hands and knees weeding her pretty tan ass pointing back at me , I'm a lucky man I thought to my self . I grabbed my wallet and started back looking out the window I saw Old Tex ambling toward Kay , he walked right up to her upturned ass and berried his nose in her ass , she shooed him away when she jumped . I snickered and grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler , as I turned back looking out the window old Tex was licking Kay pussy from clit to ass hole , her cowboy hat had fallen off and was laying on the ground . Tex was chasing that golden nectar that she had stored in side her pussy . I reached over and grabbed the camcorder and hit record , I was glad I had charged the battery last night . Tex was loving that sweet juice cumming from that wonderful sweet pussy , I know how he fills she will cum a gallon and will wet every thing around with her juices . He was going to it with his tongue digging out the nectar and she was rubbing her clit , cum was spraying out onto Old Tex and wetting his head and ears . My dick was growing at the show they were putting on and I was glad I was filming this . Almost in slow motion Tex took a swipe from her clit across her pussy lips over her ass hole up her back all the way to her neck walking froward his cock was out its almost 12" long including the knot . That monster slid right into her pussy first try and hit home ( did not pass go and collect $200 ) . This started a perpetual motion of frenzied jackhammering that only dogs and rabbits can do, his hips and tail was a blur as he slammed into her pussy . Her head had found her hat again but it was on the ground as Tex was driving her into the fresh tilled soil .You could see the wet cum on her legs as I zoomed in the camera , Tex was fixing to get his knot in and make her his bitch . As it popped in you could tell that he was cumming and his hips slowed and his tail was like a pump handle up and down , firing rope after rope of cum in side her gut . Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lucky our miniature stud horse and his harem at the corner of the garden , they have free range of the place with the place fenced we let them keep the grass picked down around the house and barn ,all of the mares were standing there some picking grass , mostly just looking at the mating going on between this human that loved and petted them giving them treats , and that dam old dog . Now Lucky must have been looking at the show a little different , because his 14" cock was out and hanging real close to the ground . I looked back at Kay and Tex they were ass to ass he had made his turn and looked to be about done with his bitch . His tail had stopped pumping and it was laying across Kay's back , her head was still in the cowboy hat on the ground ,cum was running down her legs puddling on the ground . I guess ole Tex's knot had shrunk enough to pop out , and a gallon of cum came running out of Kay pussy, her head still on the ground . Old Tex walked over to the shade of a tree, layed down and started cleaning his self not a care in the world . When I looked back camcorder still on record , Lucky was standing at Kay's pussy with his nose up close and personal . He made a face that horses make when they wind something they want to fuck . He just walked up to her ass and buried his 14" cock in her pussy , him being short legged his cock lined up perfectly with her pussy . She let out a scream and grabbed both hands full of earth , trying to keep her balance , Lucky was driving his monster cock to the hilt in her pussy his little legs bucking and shoving that cock in and out . Kay was scooting across the garden a little every time he slammed home . What a site this show was turning out to be , my cock was so hard , looking down it was in my hand my shorts were on the floor and cum was dripping down my legs . I had cum and could not remember even dropping my shorts . Lucky had shot a load of cum inside of Kay's pussy mixing with Old Tex's puppy making juice , his flared 14"er was hanging down between his legs cum dripping on the ground , I could almost see inside of Kay's pussy where that monster cock had been , so I zoomed in to catch her as her pussy leaked cum onto the ground . Lucky just walked off went over to one of his mares sniffed her pussy and made a face , nipping her on the ass as they trotted across the yard . My legs were shaking and I'm sure Kay's were , I shut off the camcorder an got the tape out , slid it in my pocket, replacing a new one in the camcorder .I pulled up my shorts and wiped off my legs , Kay was still on her hands and knees in the garden her head in her hat on the ground , I thought, what should I do ? As I started the truck here came old Tex and jumped in the back , his tongue hanging out ears flapping in the wind ,going with his master to do whatever .Me my cock still hard I was in deep thought about how I was going to catch her next mating and get it on film. to be continued .

LORETTA [u ]Welcome to the world of Loretta [/u], young and vibrant, eager to pursue her dreams in the wide world, she is attractive, also curvaceous and definitely buxom. Red hair, hazel eyes and freckles frequent all parts of her body, Loretta admits to being shy, but a horny devil underneath. As with most people she has her fantasies, that may or may not be fulfilled in her life, she is enthusiastic and hopeful - yet full of apprehension for new adventures - soon an opportunity may arise to play out a fantasy. Loretta is non-judgmental, whilst enjoying straight sex, she admits to have "taboo" sexual inclinations. The opportunity to practice a "taboo' sexual act may never arrive, possibly she may have to be completely intoxicated to have the courage to do so, maybe not. Loretta focuses on her daily routines, to better herself she studies, attends courses and seeks employment to pay the bills. A teacher of Arts History is an achievable goal - and this is what she wants - to help and teach people. One has to have down time from the hum drum of daily living, to let one's hair down, so to speak, so Loretta has delved into a site called - sextories.com, and being a novice to this scene, she has eagerly searched all the different aspects of sex. Straight sex was appealing, the stories being erotic and stimulating, her imagination flourished and so her pussy had regular thorough workouts. Even to the point, whereby she had to upgrade her dildo to enhance the satisfaction. Taboo sex, caught her eye , particularly - animals and submission, thus arousing her dormant pussy, encouraging her juices to flow - much to her amusement. Gaining confidence, Loretta decided to write some brief stories on the forum section, sharing her sexual experiences, a work in progress - and doing it well. Loretta communicated with others on the sex stories site, sending and receiving messages, relaying likes and dislikes, working out the how to do & what to do of the site, a confusing jungle of communication at first. The difficulty for Loretta, was trying to meet and chat with like minded people, as you are aware there is a very wide range of sexual inclinations, from the straight to the bizarre, not only in behaviors - but in personalities as well. Loretta stumbled upon a writer "ohbegentle" , she found his style appealed to her sexual needs, though he had hesitations regarding the "taboo" - she swayed him to delve into this area. "ohbegentle" was open to pursue her need at that time and formulate a story, this is that story, a connection/rapport was established between the two of them. Loretta has proof read and contributed to this story, wanting to include Mr Penis from the Dilema series, but "ohbegentle" felt that this may detract from the intensity of her story - as not everyone likes the Mr Penis analogy. A "taboo" subject. Indications are that Loretta is a unique individual, whom potters about in her daily routines, looking to find happiness and improve herself at the same time - and off course indulge in some rampant raging sexual activities to ease the boredom that befriends everyone at some point in their daily lives. Loretta is human, superficially a face among the crowd, underneath, a horny devil waiting to break free. Hmmm .... where to begin? Well believe it or not, a job application - library assistant , Loretta needed to make ends meet, so she applied for a part time position. Financially she was okay, but bills do pile up and there's a quality of life style to maintain. Loretta was nervous for the job interview, awakening earlier than normal that day, sprucing herself up with makeup and perfume and of course sensible clothes to impress - not too sexy. In fact she skipped breakfast due to the fact she was so nervous, Loretta was an achiever and did not want to fail the interview. On the day of the interview, it was raining heavily and as Loretta only used public transport, her anxiety heightened as her white blouse was wet clearly revealing her buxom breasts. The bus driver George ogled her assets, with a devious smile - she felt uncomfortable but inwardly felt a tingle - was that stimulation. Upon arrival, Loretta entered the library, it had that old smell from aged buildings, the library being far bigger than she had envisaged. The clerk ushered her outside the managers office , where she waited patiently for the manager. The antique wall clock startled her when it began chiming at 10 a.m., immediately the office door opened and she was invited into the room and seated. The manager was in his fifties, lean, tall and ruggedly handsome, his dark and piercing eyes unsettled her, he introduced himself as Mr Charles Pendelbury. Loretta introduced herself and sat ladylike in front of the desk, taking a deep breath to calm herself. The hairs rose on the back of her neck, when out of the corner of her eye she saw movement, on either side of Mr Pendelbury, what she thought were statues, were indeed two dobermans. The dogs both walked around the desk silently and smelt her clothes and hand, this made her scared, giving her goosebumps all over, her nipples hardened as well, she felt odd. Mr Pendelbury spoke to them quietly "at ease", they immediately returned by his side and sat in the statue like position again, he apologized to Loretta if they startled her, assuring her they were harmless. Mr Pendelbury – Charles we will address him as for the rest of this story , asked her to stand and turn around – she thought this was odd – but complied, his expression never changed, she wondered what he was thinking, as his strong gaze unsettled her – was she imagining it or was he undressing her with those eyes. The two dogs sat statue like and watched her intently – three sets of eyes watched her – Loretta felt panic and wanted to run, but she remained. Charles thanked her and asked her to sit, introducing his dogs, “these are my two companions - Zeus with the lazy eye and Randy, both dogs responded - looking at him when their names were mentioned, then immediately returned their gaze to Loretta. The interview continued with Loretta answering his questions as honestly as possible. Charles then indicated that he was pleased with her answers and offered her a weeks trial at the library – Loretta readily accepted. Charles then showed Loretta around orientating her to the library and explaining her duties, he told she could start this coming Monday, warning her that the dogs wander the premises all the time – that they are part of the furniture – he actually smiled at this comment. Loretta was over the moon and was intent on doing the right thing to keep this job as she badly needed the money. Monday came and went, everything was going smoothly – Loretta enjoyed the quietness of the library and soon fell into a routine. It was an impressive library, though she did feel that their were not many customers, possibly the dogs wandering around may turn people away. Loretta did feel their presence often whilst she attended her duties – catching glimpses of Zeus and Randy watching her – she wondered if Charles was nearby watching as well. The more she encountered Charles, the more impressed she was with his physique, her mind trying to imagine what size cock he had. Loretta was normal and had utilized her mind in imaginations and fantasies like anyone else. Somehow in the isolation and peacefulness of the library her thoughts were more intense and as she sat at the desk doing her work, Loretta was actually feeling horny. Loretta looked around, there were two customers and they were engrossed in their tasks at the other end of the library, she could see them with her peripheral vision. Once again she thought of Charles and her hand brushed over the clothing covering her breasts – her nipples reacted, immediately sending tingles to her clit and pussy. Mmmmm that felt really good. Oh God she thought, I’m getting wet – her peripheral vision keeping her safe, she wanted to get more comfortable, so she slightly eased herself to the front of the seat, spreading her legs a little, she had a dress and tights on. The desk covered her actions, her hand rubbed her pussy mound, it was covered but it felt great. Loretta was thinking I wish I could take my clothes off and have access to my pussy, she continued to rub gently – she could feel wetness coming through the material. Oh God she thought, I really need cock or my trusty dildo – she smiled at her thoughts. The library was peaceful, she had the two customers in her peripheral vision – they were busy, she had her horny pussy wanting attention. Loretta was thinking of quickly going to the ladies room to address her needs, when she felt something touch the inside of her knees. Oh my God, the hairs went up on the back of her neck, a tongue was vigorously licking her hand and fingers – a large tongue. Loretta glanced down under the table and between her legs, it was Zeus, at first shocked at this she attempted to close her legs. Zeus growled, the anger and hunger in his eyes soon told Loretta to keep her legs open, her hand was on his head as he thrust his nose and tongue deeper between legs, he was licking and sucking her juices seeping through her material. Fuck, fuck what am I to do she thought, her peripheral vision told her the two customers were not disturbed from their tasks, Loretta had this dog thrusting his nose and tongue vigorously into her horny pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter. Loretta felt this was wrong, very wrong ..but it felt so good. Zeus’s aggressively pushed his head and nose deeper, which pounded on Loretta’s clit through the material, her clit was responding becoming taut and hyper sensitive. Fuck, Oh my God.... Loretta thought I am going to cum big time, she spread her legs further and her hands encouraged Zeus to ravage her pussy through the material. Loretta managed to look around briefly, the coast was still clear, she took a deep breath as she squeezed her pussy muscles, a shiver vibrated her body,, the overwhelming feeling of her cup running over - she was cumming big time. Loretta gasped as her attacker lapped up her sweet cum juices that leaked through her panties/tights. Loretta thrust her head back, her eyes closed, she heard a slight whistling sound and then Zeus was gone. Oh my God she felt abandoned, as the warmth of the the dog between her legs was replaced by fresh cool air - she closed her legs, a warm fuzzy feeling radiating through her womb. Loretta had a smile on her face, where had the dog gone, was Charles nearby - did he see what she had done - she looked around, the customers were carrying on with their task, ignorant of the fact that a dog had made her cum. Nobody else was around, she gathered herself and went to the ladies toilet to compose herself. Upon entering the ladies, she was no lady , she immediately pulled her tights and panties down, her hands explored her pussy, mmmmmm she was so, so wet. Whilst on one hand massaged her slippery soaked clit, the other finger fucked her pussy opening. Loretta was standing and her knees went weak, as her body trembled into orgasm.Oh God, oh yes ..... she gushed with another orgasm, her pussy juices running over her fingers and down her legs, mmmmmmmm moaning in delight mmmmmmmm. Loretta stopped when she heard a scratch at the door and a dog's whine, she quickly got dressed. When departing the ladies toilet, Loretta noticed Mr Pendelbury walking down one of the aisles with his two dogs, they stopped and watched her briefly, Zeus licking his lips ,they then moved on. Loretta finished work, strangely feeling a little ashamed, but fully satisfied, she couldn't wait to get home and activate her dildo, her pussy wanting another good fucking. Loretta must have been glowing as the bus driver George kept glancing at her in his rear vision mirror. mmmmmm she felt hot and sexy, she smiled at his attention and wondered what tomorrow would bring. To Be Continued ...........

It started rather innocently. By accident actually. I was 16 I was staying at my best friends April's house for a sleep over slumber party. Sometime that night my friends mom Janet who was out drinking and partying at the local bar came home really drunk. I mean smashed .She went to the kitchen and tried to make her self something to eat. It was a disaster. When I think back to her in that kitchen I still make myself laugh. While she was tearing up the kitchen she talked with us girls for a few and let us know she was going to bed an was calling it night. It was obvious to all of us she was beyond drunk and probably shouldn’t have drove herself home that night. Janet made it very clear we are not to bother her or keep her awake and we all agreed. We all said our good night’s to her and she went down hallway to her room and closed her door. Later that night as my friends were crashing out like fly’s I started to crave a cigarette. I ran out earlier of the few I stole from my mom. None of my friends smoked so I couldn’t bum one off of them. I knew Janet was a smoker ,and I knew she kept them on the nightstand next to her bed. I figured I could sneak into her room and take one from her. I figured she has to have passed out by now it was 2:30 am or so. I opened Janet's door and saw she was passed out on her bed right away. I could tell from the light in the room that she fell asleep with the TV on. I couldn’t see what was on it yet because of how her room was layed out. After I entered her rm I saw the tv and just froze . My friends mom janet had fallen asleep watching lesbian porn. I have never seen porn before this. I never thought about girl on girl before this. At first I was shocked . I just stood there . I couldn’t stop watching . I looked over to see if Janet had moved at all since I entered her room. Thankfully she hadn’t. I looked back at the tv and just kept watching the girls have sex with each other. The way they were kissing and touching licking and sucking each other just made me watch more. I layed down on the floor in front of janet's bed and just kept watching. I got so turned on and excited I reached down to my panty’s and started rubbing my pussy god I was so wet. The more I watched the wetter I got. I kept looking up to Janet's bed to make sure I wasn’t waking her up with my moans and other sounds I was making while I was getting myself off. I stayed down there on the floor watching this girl on girl porn and rubbing my pussy for about an hour. I must have got myself off 3 times. My body felt done and I was out of breath. I remembered why I went in there in the first place . I got up and stole my cigarette from Janet's pack and walked out of the room and closed the door behind me. As I stood there on the porch smoking my cig I thought about all of what I just saw .What those girls were doing to each other. Licking each others pussy . Sucking on there tits. Using vibrators and fucking each other with strap-ons. I knew that night that’s how I want to have sex. With another girl. After I finished my cigarette I went to the room where all us girls were sleeping. I crawled in to my sleeping bag and rubbed my self one more time and got off dam it felt so good . . I fell asleep wondering when I will taste my first pussy. I never told April about that night .The next morning when we were all awake for breakfast and Janet came out of her room I kept it to myself . Pretended nothing ever happened but I found my self looking at April's mom a little different. I noticed her curves and her tits . For the first time I looked at a woman in a sexual way. After that weekend I was a changed girl. When ever I went to April's after that I would check out her mom. When she was bending over and stuff like that. I would ask her to play wii fit with me so I could get a better look at her tits. When I was alone I would rub my pussy and fantasize about having sex with Janet often. I wanted her tits in my mouth . I wanted to taste her pussy so bad . I wanted her to taste my pussy . I imagined her having things like vibrators and strap-ons she could use on me. I thought of her often that way. When I was taking a bath or when I was in bed alone I would rub my pussy till I came thinking of Janet. During the next few months I started to notice that Janet was looking at me as well. Especially during summer when I would go over to April's to swim in her pool. I would notice Janet checking me out. Giving me the up down ( a girl knows when were being looked at). I could tell she liked me in my bikini . I would do extra stretches and bends so she would get a eyeful. It was such a turn on when I caught her checking me out. I want too but I cant describe the feelings I got. I know she made my vag tingle and that’s all that matters. I have to admit I liked the way she looked in hers too. She offered to rub my back a lot with lotion and I would lay there just enjoying her touching me. Inside I was torn though. My bff April had no idea about her mom. Had no idea she was lesbian or into girls. I knew it wasn’t my place to say anything. there would be all of “ how do you know “ and drama like that . Im not into all that bitch shit. Also I found myself more and more sexually attracted to her mom. I knew it was wrong but that’s how I felt at the time. It was some months later . The summer of my 17th April had gone off to volleyball camp for a week. I wanted to go swimming so I went over to her house . I knew Janet wouldn’t mind me coming by. I knocked on the door an Janet was excited to let me in. It was clear that she was probably on her second bottle of wine :). I told her why was there to go swimming. She told me that she was about to change into her suit and it would be great to get into the pool with me. She went to her room and I went to the bathroom and we both changed into our bikinis. When we met back at the pool I know my mouth dropped . There was Janet in a new suit that barely covered her up at all. I just stared at her beautiful body . Her top barely covered her nipples at all. i thought to my self her tits are hot and I wanted them . I could tell her bottom was shaved and bare. Or so I thought. We enjoyed the pool together for about an hour . We got out together when Janet wanted another drink. We were sitting under her canape talking . Just b.s really for the most part nothing remarkable I guess I was acting nervous or fidgety. She noticed something was off with me. Janet asked if something was wrong. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. At that moment it all came flooding back to me. The night in her bedroom. All the times I fantasized about her. All the times I looked at her and how she turned me on so much. I was looking at her now in her new bikini and I found myself speechless not knowing what to say. I had to say something . Before I could stop myself (weather I wanted to or not) I said to her “ my boyfriend likes it shaved down there and im afraid to do it , I don’t want to cut myself . Would you help me”. It was a lie I didn’t even have a boyfriend at the time. At first Janet didn’t say anything. I guess I surprised her . Then she just snapped back and said “of course go to my room and get ready” . I don’t know why she said her room but after what I just said to her I went with it. I walked to her room so nervous and shaking . I knew what I was doing . I was about to be naked in front of my best friends mom. I wanted her to have my pussy so bad. I went to her room and stood at the front of her bed. I slipped off my bikini bottoms and layed back on her bed waiting for her to come in. She walked in with a warm rag some shaving cream and a razor. There I was 17 and naked with my legs spread ,my pussy wide ready for her on her bed. She stood there checking out my body for a second . I don’t know what she was thinking but I knew what I was. I just wanted her to start , to touch me. She got down on her knees between my legs. She started talking I wasnt really paying attention to what she was saying. Things like how men hewr age like some muff down there . She just don’t understand about full shave . I didn’t care I was just happy to finally having her where I wanted her. She started with a warm wet rag . When she pressed it on to my pussy I felt like I wanted to explode all ready. She rubbed the warm wet rag up n down my pussy .I might have let out a soft moan . It felt so good .She just kept working me. Next came the shaving cream . My god I was heaven having her hand on my pussy rubbing me like she was . Im sure by then she could tell I was getting wet. She just kept talking to me . Maby because she was uncomfortable I dont know I just remember her talking a lot while she shaved me. Finally the razor . I could tell she knew what she was doing right away. Janet would shave me a bit then rinse the razor in aa bowl of water she had . It took about 10 minutes but she shaved my pussy completely bald. I was so wet and turned on by then. After Janet finished shaving me she was still on her knees and she gave me this look I will never forget . I just nodded my head as if to say yes. There was no “dont tell april or anybody” kind of talk at all. She lowered her mouth to my pussy and just started to lick me. Omg I was in heaven.. she ran her toung up and down my slit . She was teasing my clit. I started to let out loud moans of pleasure as Janet ate me out She took my hand and placed it on the back of her head . I pushed her face hard into me.it felt so good having her finally down me. She would open my lips and suck on them . She did this thing I could only describe as being toung fucked My pussy was quivering and shaking . While Janet was eating my pussy she reached up with her hands and started to play and squeeze my tits. Pinching my nipples making them hard.oh god the way she was making my body feel was amazing. then she took a hand and slid a finger inside me . She was finger fucking me while she ate me out. Then two fingers . Oh my god Janet was amazing . I couldn't take it much more. I was moaning an breathing hard . Then it happened I had my first orgasm of the day. On her fingers and her face . She just kept at it licking me clean. Janet asked me if I enjoyd that my only answer for her was “ Hell ya” while I was taking a moment to relax and catching my breath. I moved up on her bed and Janet took off her bikini. It was the first time I saw a naked woman in a sexual way and I def liked what I saw. Janet is tall . Like me shes also into running so she has a fit body tanned with long blonde hair. Her tits are nice too maby a d cup . I don’t know or care I just wanted to suck on them for her. her pussy wasn’t completely shaved like mine was now. It had some muff down there shaved into a land strip. All I could think was how sexy she was right then. Janet crawled into bed with me and right away we started kissing . Our arms were wraped around each other tightly. We kissed each other with passion and lust. I nervously took my hand and started to play with her ass working up the nerv to touch her pussy for the first time. As we kissed she reached down and started to rub my pussy again . That’s when I first touched another girl vag. I started to rub her in circles up and down . I loved knowing how good I was making her feel . I just kept rubbing her pussy for her then she moved a little and I took my chance. I got one of her tits into my mouth n just kept sucking on her tit as I rubbed her pussy. while I was busy sucking on her tits she asked me if I was ready?. I knew what she ment . I smiled at her and said yes. I moved on top of her body . I started with soft kiss on the lips . Then I lived out my fantasy with her. I gave her a quick kiss an a lil bite on her neck. Then I kissed my way down her body . Taking time to suck on and please both of her tits . I kept kissing my way down her belly. Then I got down to Janets pussy. The smell of it was hypnotic to me. I loved the smell of her vag, then I started moving my toung up and down her lips. I must have been doing it right because she started grinding on my face. I ran my toung up and down wanting to taste everything. i couldn’t stop licking her pussy . I found her clit with my toung and just started to tease it and lick it . She was so wet from me eating her out . I remembered earlier how I had my hand on her head so I did the same. I put her hand on my head and she pressed me in deep into her. I loved the taste of her pussy . I knew right then I was addicted.. then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She pulled me by my hair up to her and started kissing more, more harder n deeply then any guy ever kissed me. Then she rooled off the bed telling me how wonderful I was and how I made her orgasm. I was feeling really good . She already knew I wasn't a virgin by how deep she had her fingers inside my pussy earlier . I may be 17 but im no angel. She then asked if I ever used a toy before. I told her I used a hair brush before but no toy's. Janet reached over and opened her night stand and brought out a vibrator. Now I knew she was going to fuck me. She turned the vibrator on .She layed down next to me and started kissing me again as she teased my pussy rubbing the vibrator up and down my pussy. It felt so good I just spread my legs wider for her. As I started to suck on her tits again she pushed the vibe into me . She pushed it all the way into me . My pussy hadn’t been stretched so much . Dam my body was going wild. It was Turned up all the way .she just started to fuck me with it. Back n forth while she was sucking on my tits. harder and harder she was pushing this toy inside me. My pussy was wrapped so tight around this vibrator. I could feel every inch of it. Faster and faster harder and harder she was pounding my pussy . Every so often she would stop and lick my juices off of it . My god that was wild to watch then she would put it back inside my pussy and fuck me even more with it. By now I lost track of how many orgasms I had . I just know my body felt like it never has before. When I was done with my last orgasm she finally stopped with the vibe and put it away. We just layed there in her bed hugging and kissing each other for what felt like forever. I was in love with another woman . I ended up staying with janet for the weekend . We didnt even bother wearing cloths by the second day. We had a 3 year relationship. Before you ask no we never got cought by my friend April. She went to normal high school and I went to continuation. That left us about 4 hrs alone every day. We did almost get caught kissing once but thats for another time :) Well that’s it. That was my first lesbian experience . Im glad I shared and I hoped you enjoyed ...Stacie xoxo

If you have not had the opportunity to read “Getting Carly Ready for Her First Date”, it makes sense to do so, but if you prefer . . . this piece can stand by itself. The news was on the television when Carly returned home from her date with Jordan. Wyatt and Lauren her mom and dad were dying to know how their daughter’s first date went, but more importantly whether Jordan had visited and/or fondled their daughter’s young body while they were together during or after their date. Certainly this is not what most parents might be interested in, but Lauren was experimenting with ways of turning her husband on, and hearing what took place might just be what was needed. Wyatt turned down the volume on their new 80” Smart TV, and greeted the young girl in the vestibule. “So how did it go?” he asked casually. “Really well,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. Carly looked at her Daddy who was dressed in his thin summer robe and leather slippers. “What if I get ready for bed, take a quick shower and then come down and tell you ALL about it?” she asked. “That sounds perfect. Mom and I went out and bought you a new pair of pajamas. Why don’t you take a quick shower and put them on, come on down and model them for us.” “Sounds like a plan,” said Carly as she climbed the stairs. As she entered her bedroom, her surprise PJ’s were laid out on her bed. She picked up the top and realized it was a Burlee pure white silk cami with a matching set of panties. On the crotch area it read, RUB ME FOR GOOD LUCK. Carly couldn’t believe how naughty the PJ set was, but it would be fun modeling it for mom and dad. Carly soaped up her body . . . finishing up her shower and still recalling what had taken place on her first date. She slipped on her new PJ’s and looked at herself in the mirror. Her top felt great but the material was so thin, she could see her nipples through the material. The panties were less see-through then the top, but the “Rub Here for Good Luck” message certainly could be seen as an invitation and she knew those would have to be ones she kept at home and not worn at her sleepovers. She slipped on her fuzzy slippers and navigated her way down the steps and into the den, where her parents were waiting. When she arrived, they turned off the sound on the TV and waited for her to share what had taken place. “So tell us all about it,” her mom interjected as Carly sat in her Daddy’s chair across from the love seat where both her parents were sitting. “Turns out ‘a little bird’ gave Jordan some ideas ahead of time, but we can talk about that later,” she began looking at her parent’s faces to see which of them might be the ‘little bird’. Not seeing or hearing any disclosures she began: “Jordan drove over to his friend Jeremy’s house and told me he was going to join us. That kinda turned off some of my expectations of being alone with him but as it turned out, things actually got a lot hotter with Jeremy along.” Her parents sat in silence as she continued: “We went to that big theater complex in Piqua and actually went into the theater that has the largest seating area compared to the other ones. When we entered the theatre the advertisements were showing and Jordan wanted to sit in the front row, which seemed pretty strange, but I followed him and his friend down the aisle. We worked our way over towards the center and sat down. Jordan was on one side and Jeremy on the other. You gotta know that sitting in those seats . . . the images on the screen were like king sized, being so close. I remembered being somewhat nervous and looked over my shoulder and noticed only about 10 other people in the theater . . . all sitting way towards the back. Then Jordan says: "I know this seems a bit weird and kinky, but a “little bird” told me to try a couple of things with you, once the movie started.” “Okay”, I said, not really having any idea what he was talking about. After the previews, the lights went totally off and the movie started. Then Jordan says, “Look up at the screen like nothing is going on. I have to unbutton your blouse." Upon hearing this, Carly’s Daddy began to have an erection as he heard his daughter continue explaining what had happened in the theater. He looked over at his wife, and she winked and smiled quickly as they continue listening to their daughter. “I said, ‘WHAT?’ to him but he just said, "Sorry, but that's what we are supposed to do”. As you can imagine I am like freaking out, especially when he said “we”. It probably had to do with the fact that both boys looked to be about juniors or seniors in high school and they were both drop-dead FOXES . . . truly handsome beyond description that I decided to play along. I didn’t want to seem like a little girl to them, but I didn’t want to get in trouble either . . . especially at the theatre”. “So then what happened?” asked Carly’s mom who was joining her husband by becoming more and more aroused ash her tale continued. “Well . . . I said something like ‘Wow . . . ok . . . uh . . . go ahead’, and ‘I sure hope no one comes down this far.’ So as I’m looking straight up at the screen, Jordan and Jeremy take turns . . . and starting with the top button, one by one . . . undid my blouse. When they got to the bottom, they took their side of the remaining material and gently pulled it back. Jordan looked down and saw my bra . . . my last line of defense.” Carly’s Daddy had no control over his now fully erect cock that was pushing up against his thin robe. His wife, Lauren watched with excitement as he nervously was trying to figure out how NOT to show Carly his obvious indication of arousal. Carly paused, trying not to look in her Daddy’s lap, but knowing he was probably getting excited. Just that thought caused something to snap in her mind and she elected to become even more graphic in her descriptions of what had taken place. “Then in unison, both boys reached over and pulled up my bra like five or six inches up to my neck so that my bare titties were now totally visible to the their stares. I wanted to say something . . . to object . . .to do something . . . but once again decided to just let things happen.” This memory . . . as well as her attraction to the boys in the first place, caused Carly’s pink nipples to begin to raise under her naughty PJ’s, giving her Daddy something to look at along with her lewd details. “I knew the boys were watching my bare titties, and I have to admit my panties began to get all wet. It was kinda embarrassing when my buds began to poke out on my chest like this,” she said actually pointing to her own nipples that she was now displaying for her parents to see. “Like I said, all three of us were getting all hot and then Jeremy leaned over and whispered into my ear . . . ‘I know this is a little embarrassing . . . but you are supposed to pull down our zippers and take out our COCKS. It's easier if you unbutton our pants, unloosen our belts and then take them out. Have you ever touched a boy's COCK before?’ I remember shaking my head and looking down at the big bump in both their pants. Then I thought . . . at least I wouldn't be the only one with my clothes wide open if someone came down to our row.” Carly looked down and watched her mom slip her hand under her Daddy’s robe and gently begin to rub his cock. It was really exciting to her to know her story was making everyone that HOT. “Anyway . . . I sure didn’t want to cause any suspicion to the other people watching the movie, so I moved both my hands at the same time over to the top of each boy's belt and unhooked it. I located the snap at the top of their jeans and slowly worked them open with some difficulty. Having never even seen their COCKS before, I slowly and very carefully pulled down their zippers all the way to their seats. I could hear the boys breathing louder, and almost incredibly both of their huge COCKS bolted upwards displaying themselves for me to look at. I couldn’t believe they weren’t wearing any underwear . . . kinda gross but it sure made things easier. I am sure my face was all red with embarrassment as I kinda inspected both their NAKED COCKS for the first time. I couldn't help but compare the two. Jordan's was definitely LONGER and his shaft curled UP towards his stomach. Jeremy's on the other hand was much thicker and I knew I would probably not be able to wrap my fingers around that purple head of his.” Carly was now conscious that her mom had pulled her Daddy’s cock out of the covering of his robe and rather blatantly was giving him what looked like a very satisfying . . . and unhurried handjob. She realized unashamedly that this was making her much more aroused and it would take determination to finish her tale. Then she began again: “I thought maybe this was it . . . but then Jordan takes out a small bottle of Vaseline and whispers in my ear, ‘Get a bunch of it on both your hands . . . and make them like totally slippery.’" I remember unsnapping the top and sticking my finger deep into the bottle, and scooping up like a teaspoon or more of the stuff. Then I placed my hands together and began to rub the Vaseline all over my fingers and palms. While I was doing this, both Jordan and Jeremy were staring at my titties, but especially focusing on the stiff buds that remained all taut . . . just like their BIG cocks. When Jeremy noticed that my hands were all totally shiny . . . he whispered in my ear: "Wrap your hands around our COCKS and then move them up and down. Don't worry . . . We will be helping YOU get off real SOON too. So enjoy yourself and watch us cum!" Carly paused with her story telling for a moment . . . and knew it was real kinky, but she slipped her fingers into her new panties and quickly found her damp pussy waiting for some action. She looked up and her mom had slipped off her own panties and was gently rubbing her pussy as she listened all about her date and at the same time was now drawing her hand up and down her Daddy’s long cock. She wanted to see him shoot, so she quickly continued her story telling: “Soon both boys felt my shaking and very nervous fingers around their shafts. Shoot . . . I had never done anything like that before. Then I heard stereo moans as my hands gripped each of their COCKS . . . as they liked to call them.” “I remember Jordan saying . . . ‘Squeeze the head and just run your hand up and down . . . oh . . .yeah that's it!" and I knew I was doing it dead-on. After a few times up and down their stiff rods, each boy moved their hand furthest away from me across their chests and began to slowly f-f-fondle my titties. No one had ever touched my boobs before and either they had practiced on other girls in the past or they were incredibly quick learners.” Carly moved her other hand under the bottom of her thin top and captured her stiff nipple between her finger and thumb. Applying some needed pressure she mimicked what the boys had done to her in the theater. Then she continued: “They timidly cupped my small breasts at first but soon both nipples were being gently pinched and twisted, which brought bolts of excitement (almost like lightning) down to my dripping pussy. Up and down I wanked the boys’ long cocks, hoping I was servicing them correctly. I had heard about some of my friends giving handjobs before, and knew what I was doing more than qualified to their descriptions . . . especially in a public place like a theater. I knew I was supposed to look up at the screen, but I couldn't help looking down at each cock and then up at their faces. Both boys had their eyes closed and as I squeezed my hand around each slick organ, I saw instant gratification on their faces. As I continued to bring them off . . . I stared at each swollen head and soon realized how exciting it was to give them this much pleasure.” Speaking of pleasure, Carly was trying to dial up her own as she continued to fondle and manipulate her own body as she continued with her story. “Having had my titties rubbed and gently pinched for several minutes, I was dying to touch myself, wanting the same type of sexual relief I was giving them. I remember my thoughts were interrupted by Jeremy who leaned over and said, "Here I go . . ." and I instantly felt his cock bucking and pulsing. . . as a solid line of hot cum belched out of the tip of his cock like a geyser and shot directly upwards. It flew so high . . . I was certain the people at the back of the theater must of have seen it enter their view of the screen. Jeremy's orgasm was so intense he told me afterwards that he had to literally grit his teeth together from screaming out loud in the theater.” “My eyes were never that wide open before as I watched what was going on next to me and at the same time . . . I continued to pull on the Jordan’s cock. Rope after rope of hot sticky juice continued to spray from the tip of Jeremy’s shaft until he finally took his fingers off my titties and I gently moved my hand off of his spent cock. He leaned over and whispered in my ear . . . "You are the BEST. I have NEVER cum like that before in my life! It's my turn to pay you back." Those words made me feel extra special and at the same time very excited. I now had to concentrate on Jordan's long cock, hoping to make him feel the same way Jeremy felt. Up and down I moved my curled fist around the boy's shaft. At that point I was focused exclusively on just Jordan's very long cock and getting him off.” “I soon realized that Jeremy had not done much with girls before, but he told me he knew from the porn he had read and seen that girls had a special spot on our bodies just above our pussy. But instead of experimenting at that point, he looked over and watched me concentrate on bringing off Jordan, but he did place his hand on my bare knee. This gesture sent shivers up to my wet pussy. As the movie continued to play, Jeremy slowly moved his hand further up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my wet twat. I bit my lip trying not to coach him, for fear others would hear. Soon his fingers were feeling my panties and I have to admit I voluntarily spread my legs in hopes of being stimulated even further by his wandering fingers.” Carly had been watching her mom continue to give her Daddy the slowest and most satisfying hand-job on the planet. It appeared that she wanted to keep him just seconds away from shooting his load while they continued to keeping listening. “Although Jeremy’s cock had wilted from his recent ejaculation, he continued to fondle me, and I remember looking over and seeing that his cock had already become almost half mast. Soon his fingers went under the leg opening closest to him and slowly he moved his middle finger closer and closer to my throbbing pussy. I wanted his finger inside me . . . VERY badly. The tip of his middle finger was in a sea of dampness, and then he moved slightly upwards to land on my clit. I remember I closed my eyes in anticipation of what I hoped would follow. But the tightness of my panties made it too difficult for him to rub my clit. Embarrassing myself to death . . . I finally whispered . . . "PLEASE pull my panties off!" “Those five words must have reminded him of just how TOTALLY horny I was, because he pulled my panties off and down my legs. Not wanting anything to get in his way, I kicked them off and on to the floor in front of me. Immediately, he lifted up my skirt almost to my titties and began to gently rub my clit. At the same time . . . using another finger he began to penetrate my super wet pussy. Jordan sensed something was going on and he opened his eyes and watched his best friend fondle and finger fuck me. I then realized that the Vaseline had now so totally covered his COCK that as I gripped his shaft . . . he told me on the way home . . . that he knew it would be only seconds before he would shoot his load.” “In the car he stated that his girlfriend had provided the same pleasure to him recently, and he wanted badly to see his cum ALL OVER MY FACE! So what he did was when I was like shaking with passion because Jeremy was driving me wild . . . he whispered in my ear, "I want you to watch me cum . . . so lean over and it will just happen." I remember moaning with pleasure as Jeremy now had two fingers in my pussy and was using his other hand to rub my clit. Without thinking I moved my body so that my head was like inches away from Jordan’s cock. It was at that point that I saw the red light of the cell phone on the floor in front of me, recording everything.” “Having my face so close to his organ must have been what he was waiting for because his COCK finally began to blow hot cum all over me. He even deliberately aimed each shot towards my face and a steady stream of his juice was all over my lips, cheeks and chin. I began to realize what was happening . . . but at the same time my body quivered in total ecstasy and sexual satisfaction. Being finger fucked below and having boy's cum shot all over my face above brought me over the top and I just shook like crazy. More and more slippery juice left the tip of Jordan’s cock, until it was literally dripping onto my chest. Then slowly we all settled down and I sat up straight in between the boys. Jeremy got his own cell out and thank God it did not have the flash working. He quickly took several quick shots of my face and then more shots of my bare titties, which were now dripping with cum. All I had to wipe things off with was my damp panties on the floor and that's exactly what I did. As I was wiping my face clean of the boys spent jism . . . the movie ended. We left quickly by the exit and I deposited my panties in the 3D bin just for fun. As scary as it was to be topless in the theater, I had a blast and of course so did they,” she shared. “Let me hit play on this remote, pumpkin . . . and you can watch yourself,” said her Daddy, standing up and now fully naked in front of her. Her mom had followed suit and done the same thing. Jordan must have dropped off his phone, because what had taken place at the theater was now running on the TV. Not wanting to be left out, Carly shed her new top and displayed her stiff nipples to her parents. Before she could pull down her panties, she watched her Daddy get rid of them for her. “Your Daddy is going to satisfy both of us, honey. Just lean back in the chair and enjoy.” Almost as if it were planned ahead of time, Lauren her mom, laid down on the floor in front of her daughter on her back, with her head slightly under her chair. With great surprise she watched her dad grasp his long cock, knelt down on the floor and inserted his shaft into her mom’s pussy. Soon he was thrusting his cock in and out of his wife and then Carly watched him lean forward and began to give her the finest session of cunnilingus he had ever performed on any girl. Within a few minutes everyone was screaming as multiple orgasms was the rule as all of them watched off to the side at the screen and witnessed Carly get fondled and sprayed at the theater. Are you ready for a second date and the needed preparations ahead of time?

Fiona entertain an audience with her dogs but then a pony is introduced. Some extra activity follows with the breeding farm bosses. I told mum that Adrian and Claire had gotten a pony. “Oh that’s nice dear. Something else for you to take care of” she said. I chuckled as I went to me room. “I took care of him alright” I mused. Monday and life resumed as normal. Teena was very keen to know about my weekend. “Oh the usual” I said. But she kept answer for more detail. I suppose I could have told her that I let two dogs fuck me and then took a pony but perhaps I would skip that part. It was getting close to knock off time when she came up and asked me if I would to go for a drink. There was no doubt that I was become rather fond of her but kept remembering Mrs Walden’s warning about mixing work and pleasure. I was sure she could see Teena was wanting to be more than a workmate. I said ok, I was up for a drink. We went into the pub down the road. “Sit over here” she said. It was at the back in the corner. There was only a couple of people in at that time so the corner was well away for the bar. We ordered drinks and then Teena touched my thigh. “I want to ask you a question” she said “have you really had sex with our bosses? Both of them?” I was stunned. “I know you have” she said “they were in the office and had left the intercom on. I heard them talking about you”. I couldn’t speak. “Don’t worry Fiona. I won’t tell anyone” she added. “Thank you” was all I could get out. She leaned out and whispered “will you make love to me darling?” I turned to look at her and she kissed me. Judgement went out of the window. I kissed her back. “Let’s get out of here and go back to me place” she said and I said ok. She had a small apartment a couple of minutes’ drive from work. I was trembling by the time we got into her apartment. Partly because I was fearful about being intimate with a workmate and partly because I was so excited. As soon as she shut the front door she embraced me and we kissed passionately. “What am I doing” I thought “this is so dangerous” but as our clothes came off all sense of foreboding disappeared. We fell on to the bed and for the next hour we explored every inch of each other. It was the most intense sex I had ever experienced. We laid hugging each other in a state of sexual bliss. Then she shocked me to the core. “Do you really have sex with dogs?” Apparently my activities with Mr and Mrs Walden were not the only thing they discussed. It was no need trying to deny it. She had heard what I did in my spare time. I just nodded. “That is so crazy darling” she said and kissed me “I can’t imagine how that would feel. Having an animal fuck you. Are they brutal? Do they, you know, cum as well?” It was obvious that she was fascinated by the concept. I gave her a complete picture of what it was like to be a dog slut. Her mouth was quivering as I explained the knot and how they came several times. “Oh my God” she exclaimed “I would like to see that”. “Really?” I said “I can arrange it if you want”. She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes Fiona I want to see” she said and we started to kiss again. Her pussy was soaked. She was so excited. The rest of the week was a blur. Each night I would go to her apartment, we would have sex and then she would drive me home. Mum thought it was great that I had a friend. I thought it was great because she opened a bedside table draw and introduced me to a huge range of sex toys. Each night she would drop me off making me promise to take her to the breeding farm on Saturday. And every night I would kiss her goodnight and promise. Saturday arrived and Teena arrived just after lunch. She came to the door and Mum invited her inside. “What are you doing today” Mum asked her. “Fiona is going to show me where she works on Saturdays” Teena said. “Oh that is nice. Yes Fiona really enjoys working with the animals, don’t you dear?” Mum said. I nodded and we headed for the farm. Adrian came out to meet us. “Oh you brought a friend” he said, checking her out. I gave a little chuckle. “No good check her because she isn’t interested in men” I thought but didn’t say. I took Teena into the barn and showed where the “guests” sat. “You mean this is like a live sex show?” she said looking confused. “Just sit there honey and all be revealed” I said and disappeared into the back room. Several minutes later I could hear voices. Goodness only knows what Teena was thinking. I stripped and put on the mask. I waited and sure enough I heard Adrian begin his speech. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen” he began and I walked out into the barn “this is our resident dog slut who will show you how well our dogs are trained”. I looked over at Teena who was sitting there with mouth open and eyes wide. Claire led in my darling Dane who first licked me and then, with me on my knees, he mounted me. As he humped wildly and I moaned constantly I looked at Teena who was sitting licking her lips. I wondered if she would like my darling doggy. True to her word Claire had worked with two more dogs, each a little under trained but enough to know where to stick their cocks. After the three of them had humped me I went out into the back room. About to get into the shower Teena came in all excited. “Fuck that was amazing” she said “I had heard about bestiality and seen videos but I didn’t think it was real. You are amazing” and hugged and kissed me. Adrian appeared. “You girls have started without me” he said, leering at us. I had to set him straight. “Sorry but Teena isn’t interested” I said, trying to defuse the situation. He didn’t seem to understand. Teena sensed his confusion. “I am a dyke my dear” she said and she and I laughed. Adrian turned and left. Teena got undressed and got in the shower with me. After our shower I led her into the back room and we made out. It was even more exciting knowing that Claire was probably watching us. I went and got my pay from Claire. Her smile and wink told me she had been watching. We went back to Teena apartment and I explained every detail of what dog sex was like while we played with some of her toys. I rang Mum and said that Teena had invited me to stay overnight. “Oh that is so nice of her” Mum said “you are become good friends”. We were indeed. Teena took out a strap-on dildo. “I used to use this on a girlfriend years ago. Put it on darling and show me what a dog does” she said. I put on the dog mask and down on all fours I had her pat my head and I licked her. Then I got her on all fours and mounted her. She loved it. “I am not sure I could really do it” she said. “Well there is one way to find out honey. And I know just the dog to initiate you” I said.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2014 It was a thoroughly modern mix-up – something that couldn’t have happened a generation ago. It was at school, one Monday during the lunch-time break between classes, that I turned the corner into a corridor just as another girl came around it rapidly from the opposite direction. We probably could have avoided a collision if both of us had not been concentrating much more on the cell phone that we were holding than on looking where we were going. The other girl was called Angela and was the same age as me – sixteen years old – but I did not know her very well, as it was a large school and she was in a different class. As it was, I had only a split second to register that there was another person suddenly in front of me, and no time in which to take evasive action. We cannoned into each other and bounced off, with me going sideways to bump my shoulder rather painfully against the wall, whilst Angela – who had been walking much more briskly than me, and so was caught even more off-balance – sprawled nearly full-length onto the floor, but just managed to catch herself on her hands and knees. And, of course, both of our cell phones were knocked flying out of our hands and skittered along the floor – which fortunately was covered with carpet tiles, and so they bounced and did not shatter. We both simultaneously gave a yowl of surprise and alarm, followed by something like ‘Oh, shit, no! – aah, sorry, sorry!’ Angela seemed quite distracted, and I don’t think she had really registered who it was that she had collided with. Swiftly rising into a crouch from her prone position, she hurriedly reached out and scooped up her phone, before leaping to her feet and almost running away down the corridor, with only a ‘Sorry ’bout that! Hope yours is OK – sorry!’ flung backwards over her shoulder. I was still too winded and shaken to get out a reply, but stooped to pick up my own phone before anyone else should come round the corner and possibly step on it. I gave it a quick glance and was greatly relieved to see that it seemed to be undamaged, for it was a new and expensive model which I had acquired only two days before. Indeed, it was still turned on – I had only just switched it on a few seconds before the collision, intending to send a text message to one of my friends. I walked slowly down the corridor, rolling my left shoulder to ease the discomfort from its impact with the unforgiving wall, and looking at the phone in my hand – there was something about it that didn’t seem quite right, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. The screen was showing the same standard background, and the clock was giving the correct time, so what ... At which point, before I could ponder any further, the phone rang – and, acting purely on autopilot, I answered it. Before I could take a breath with which say hallo, there was a torrent of excited words in my ear – and in a voice that I knew very well: ‘Hiya, Angie baby – ohmigod, you are so fucking hot! Sweet Jesus, I can’t stop thinking about what we did yesterday, you made me cum so many times – just thinking about you sucking my tits and poking my pussy, it’s making me so fucking wet I’m dripping out my panties, babe. I love what we do together, it’s so good, I can’t hardly wait till Wednesday, but then I’m gonna eat you out so good, I’m gonna suck your cunt till you beg for mercy, and then I’ll give you the finger like I did yesterday, yeah – you really liked that, didn’t ya? Good thing your folks were miles away, or they might’ve heard that shriek when you came, ha ha!’ I was stunned – that was the only reason, I’m sure, why I didn’t interrupt this flood sooner. I hardly knew Angela, but this was one of my very best friends, one of the little group of four girls that I hung out with most of the time, by name of Karren. I liked her a lot, even though in the last few months she had often been rather moody and uncommunicative, at least with me, but I had just put that down to the usual teen girl stresses and time-of-the-month stuff. There could be no doubt as to what she was talking about – evidently she and Angela had spent much of Sunday alone together at the latter’s house, having a full-on lesbian sex session! I looked again at the cell phone in my hand, and immediately realised what must have happened. The phone was a brand new model and almost none of the other boys or girls yet had one like it – but clearly Angela was the exception, and in her haste she had grabbed my phone by mistake, instead of her own! My mouth was dry with shock, but at last I managed to interrupt, with a shaky gasp: ‘Err ... Karren? ... umm ... it’s Lexie, here ...’ There was a wild squawk in my ear and then the unmistakeable clatter as someone dropped their phone as if it was a hot potato. A second later, there was a breathless shriek: ‘You BITCH! Angie, that’s NOT funny!’ and then Karren’s voice broke into something plaintive, and she continued: ‘Hey, c’mon, Angie, you know how I feel about Lexie – I know you’re jealous, but don’t be mean, babe, don’t spoil what we’ve got ... it was such good luck for both of us to hook up like this, and ... y’know, we said, just fuck-buddies, didn’t we? OK? Sexy fun times with no strings, right? ... please, don’t make jokes like that, you know it’ll just make me sad ...’ Shit! This was even worse than the original happy burble about their fuckathon session! Part of my mind was wrestling with the ‘ you know how I feel about Lexie ’ bit, but most of all I had to stop this: ‘No, Karren, really, this IS Lexie ... you see, Angela bumped into me a couple of minutes ago, and we both dropped our phones – I guess they must’ve got muddled up, they’re the same model, she must have mine and I’ve got hers ... I’m sorry, I didn’t realise or I would never have answered, really ...’ I’m not sure how much of my explanation Karren actually heard, but the last part was drowned out by an awful wail of horror : ‘Oh, no, No, NO! NO!! Lexie?? Oh fucking shit! oh shit, oh-shit, ohshit-shit-shit-shit!!!’ Karren’s voice rose to a nearly hysterical crescendo, and then suddenly ceased as she cut off the call. At once I tried to call her back, but her phone was now definitely switched off, as it went straight to voicemail. I was worried about how upset she had sounded, and I spent the remaining fifteen minutes of the lunch-hour searching the halls for her and trying her phone, but in both cases without success. I thought that I would get the chance to have a quick word with her at the start of the next class, which was one that we both had together, but she did not appear. At the end of the lesson, having barely taken in a word of it because my thoughts were in such a state of turmoil, I approached the teacher’s desk and asked about Karren’s whereabouts, saying that I had seen her at lunchtime (not quite true – it had been sound and not vision) and we were due to meet up after school (more or less true – there had been no such arrangement, but now I really had to see her). I was told that she had been taken suddenly ill at the end of the lunch-break, had gone to see the school nurse, and had been sent home for the rest of the day. ‘I saw her just before she left – she looked really pale and her face was all sweaty, I’m sure she had a fever’, added the teacher with sympathy. It seemed an age until the school day was over, and I went as quickly as I could to Karren’s house, which was only a few blocks from my own street. Our little group of friends gathered there quite often after school, as it was the nearest of all our houses to the school and Karren had it to herself at that time of day – she was an only child, and both her parents worked in the city and did not get home until around six o’clock. I walked down the quiet suburban road that Karren lived in, up the short path through the neat front garden, and rang the doorbell. As the chimes faded, I could see through the frosted glass of the door a figure hesitantly approaching and then stopping short as she, in turn, saw the outline of my form outside. I heard a shaky voice call out: ‘Who’s there?’ There was no point in pretence, and I responded: ‘Karren – it’s me, Lexie. Please – we have to talk, please let me in.’ There was a desperate wail from inside, then a sob, and a nearly hysterical answer: ‘No, no! NO! I can’t, I can’t!’ She was clearly about to run back upstairs into her bedroom, and I had to forestall that. With greater determination, I replied: ‘Karren, LET ME IN! If you don’t, I’m NOT going away – I’m gonna stand here and ring that bell, even if I have to do it until your folks come home, and then they’re gonna ask what I’m doing out here on the doormat!’ There was a moment of silence, and then the slow click of the lock being turned, and the door swung open. Karren stood to one side of it, rather sullenly staring at the floor and refusing to look at me. She had discarded her jacket and her shoes, but otherwise was still wearing her school uniform, though it looked a bit crumpled as if she had been lying on her bed. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her face was pale and streaky with tears – clearly she had been having a good cry. I stepped into the hall, eased the edge of the door from her nerveless fingers, and closed it firmly behind me. I reached out, intending to give her a reassuring squeeze of the arm, but she bolted like a frightened rabbit, running up the stairs and into her bedroom. However, she had sufficiently accepted the inevitability of my entry into the house that she did not try to lock her bedroom door from the inside – in fact, she did not even shut it behind herself, as she slumped down despondently on her bed. I left my jacket, backpack and shoes in the hall, and walked up the stairs slowly, giving her a moment in which to recover some of her composure. Entering the bedroom, I took the chair from in front of her desk and turned it to face the bed, before sitting down. ‘Karren, we have to talk’, I said once again – no prizes for originality here. ‘I understand you’ve got a ... umm ... errr ... a thing ... going with Angela, right?’ No prizes for clarity either. She would not meet my eye, and gave a shaky sob when I hesitated over the word ‘thing’ (wow, really being articulate here, Lexie, aren’t we?). Then, not really having meant to, I blurted out the question that was uppermost in my mind: ‘What did you mean, “ you know how I feel about Lexie ”, Karren?’ I heard the catch in Karren’s breath, like a half-stifled sob, and then there was a heavy silence. I thought that I might have to probe again, but instead after a moment she began to explain in so dispirited a tone that it tugged on my heartstrings: ‘What’s the point in pretending any more, in hiding it? You know now, Lexie, though I never wanted you to – for sure, not like this! – now you know that I’m a lezzie. Well, it took me long enough to realise, for a long time I didn’t want to think that I was, y’know, that way ... I thought it was just normal schoolgirl crushes on teachers or pop stars, like, but it wasn’t. More than a year ago, I began getting more and more dreams about making out with girls ... never boys ... and I’d wake up so horny and so wet down there. The last few months, I came to realise that I’m not even bi, I’m completely gay ... and I couldn’t tell anyone, I daren’t tell anyone, especially my friends, like you ... well, most of all you ...’ I felt a great rush of sympathy for her, in her confusion and loneliness. I would have reached out and given her a reassuring pat on the knee, but I wasn’t sure how she would react to my touch right now, she was so skittish, and so I refrained from physical contact, and tried to pour reassurance into my voice instead: ‘Oh, Karren, sweetie ... it’s OK, really it’s OK ... no one can control such a thing. But, how did ... y’know, you and Angela? I mean, I never knew that you knew her much, really.’ My friend’s voice firmed up a little at my encouraging tone, but she still gazed at the floor as she explained. ‘It was just chance, really, but such a lucky chance. It was a month ago, at Frank’s party – d’you remember it?’ Yes, I did. Our little group of four friends gets invited to a lot of parties – we’re quite cool, but not snooty or mean, so we are generally well-liked and on friendly terms with most people. Also, it certainly helps that all four of our little group are good-looking girls. Karren is a tall slim blue-eyed blonde in the classic mould, and as for me – well, there’s no point in false modesty, I am one of the prettiest girls in our school year of nearly a hundred, with a sweet face, a smooth pink complexion, a mane of rich chestnut curls, and a figure that turns heads: my boobs really thrust out, a ripe pair of jutting D cups, emphasised all the more by my wasp waist and flaring hips, and an ass that sticks out behind almost as eye-catchingly as my tits do in front. The other reason why we get asked out a lot is that I am the only one us who has a regular long-term boyfriend; the other three don’t, and so all the boys hope that they will score lucky. ‘Well’, continued Karren, ‘I went, because we were all going, but I wasn’t enjoying it ... I haven’t for a while, all the boys trying to get off with me, and I know that’s just the last thing I want ... and when I can’t have what I really want, it just churns me up so much. So I had a few drinks too quickly early in the party, and by about ten o’clock I wanted to leave, so I went up to the bedroom where all our coats were, you know?’ I nodded, and with that encouragement she resumed the tale. ‘Anyway, I walked in, and the only person in the room was Angela, who’d also come to get her coat. I guess she was a little tipsy too, because when I came in she gave me a funny kind of look, and then she said “that’s a neat outfit, Karren, you look real hot tonight”. That cheered me up, so I gave her a twirl, and blew her a kiss, just as a joke. But, next thing I knew, she’d put her arms round me and was kissing me! – and, I mean, really French kissing, and fuck, I was just kissing right back, just as hard! We got really heavy – I pulled her top up and was squeezing her bra, and she put a hand up under my skirt – which, you’ll remember, was kinda short – and, well, wow, that really lit my fire! Anyway, after a couple of minutes, we broke apart, and then she asked me to come back to her house, that her folks were all out until after midnight at least. And, you know, I was so turned on, I just couldn’t resist, so we went to hers, and ... and ...’ Karren paused, and then she did raise her gaze and look me in the eye, continuing in a firmer tone, as if she had nothing to be ashamed of – as, of course, she truly didn’t: ‘Well, it was just fantastic, it felt so good. She’s a really hot lover, y’know ... it was my first time, but not hers – I mean, I am the first girl her age she’s had sex with, but although she won’t say who, she told me she was seduced about eight months ago by an older woman, and I’m sure she’s still seeing her regularly, because she was so expert – she showed me the most amazing things to do. Anyway, since then we’ve had sessions whenever we can get the chance, usually at her place – like yesterday – but sometimes’ ... and here Karren blushed as she glanced down at her own bed ... ‘sometimes, here, too. But we agreed, it was just to be sex-for-fun, just being fuck-buddies for each other, cos we both get so frustrated, but with no strings attached ... and I’m sure there’s a girl she’s really sweet on, but she won’t say who it is, and ...’ Once again, Karren’s gaze shifted downwards to scrutinise the carpet, and her voice faltered: ‘... well ... that kinda suits me, too.’ I nodded, and swallowed – it was all such a surprise, but I could see how easily it had happened, and of course Karren would have had to keep her gay affair secret. I posed my question again: ‘So ... what about “ you know how I feel about Lexie ”, what did you mean?’ Karren gave a shaky sound, part gasp and part sob. ‘Oh, shit ... well, you know now – or you must have guessed – that it’s you, Lexie, you’re the one that I want, that I need ... you’re the one that I love ... and I know that I can never have, it just breaks me up. I know I’ve been moody with you, but it’s just so hard, especially when we’re alone together – that’s why I’ve been avoiding that – or times like changing for sports at school, I can’t do that near you any more, but you somehow always end up right next to me! I can’t look, I want to touch you so much, I want to kiss you all over, make love to you ...’ ‘Well’, I said with a secret smile, pushing the chair backwards and rising to my feet to stand immediately in front of her; ‘well, we’ll have to do something about that!’ Karren gazed up at me in shell-shocked stupor, as I removed my tie and quickly unbuttoned my white school shirt, casting both of them aside. Then I leaned my arms backwards in gull-wing style to unclasp my bra and fling it away, letting my heavy breasts swing free. Without a pause, I unfastened my pleated maroon-colour school uniform skirt, dropped it around my ankles, and with one swift downwards tug removed my panties as well. Naked but for my white school socks, I stood before the amazed teenager, with my legs planted apart and my hands on my hips. Karren seemed to be in a daze as I reached for her right hand and lifted it up to cup my cunt, thrilled at feeling at long last her cool female fingers against my mound. I smiled down at the stunned schoolgirl, and said: ‘So, hot stuff ... kiss me, then ... come on, kiss me and touch me all you want, and show me what to do!’ ‘Holy shit, Lexie!’ gasped Karren, ‘are you bi? I’d no idea – I’d never have thought it!’ Almost automatically, her fingers began to stroke my labia and probe my gash, seeking and then tweaking my clitoris. The first time that her fingertips brushed across it, I gave a sudden cry and then shivered from head to toe at her increasingly confident caresses. My nipples had hardened into pinnacles of rock, I had swirling butterflies in my stomach, my pelvis felt heavy and my cunt was almost aching and dripping with desire. I began to pull and pinch on my own tits, and my voice broke into a shrill quaver. ‘Oh, Karren, please – aaaaahhh, yes! Fuck me, babe, oh! – just take me and have me and FUCK ME! I want it, I want you ... oh, Christ, yes, please – YES!’ Karren looked amazed, but she wasn’t going to look this gift horse in the mouth – or rather, this hot curvy teenager in the vagina. She swung me around to lie in my back on her bed, and then sprang to her feet. In a few seconds of whirling motion, her uniform was discarded – in fact everything except her white knee-high stockings, which like me she retained. She lay down on top of me, the stiff nipples of her smaller pointy breasts pressing into the soft pillows of my larger ones. First we kissed, long and slow, tongues twining and breaths mingling – that part was easy, I had had a few snogging sessions before, although never with a girl. Then Karren slid backwards, and brought her sensuous lips and nibbling teeth to each of my nipples in turn, sending electric shocks through me as I arched my back in pulsating desire. She dropped her right hand to cradle my mound once again, squeezing me rhythmically down there until my head was swimming from the erotic sensations. I thrust my hips upwards and spread my legs open as far as the single bed would permit, giving myself to her in complete surrender. Now both of her hands were working away at my pussy, stroking my labia and teasing them apart, and then she slid further down the bed and brought her face level with my cunt. She began to probe her tongue into my gash, where her tingling fingertips had opened the way. The exquisite effects were just mind-blowing and I began to moan, almost incoherently: ‘Karren! Oh my, Karren! Fuck me, sweet Jesus, fuck me so hard! Oh, babe, I want you, I want you to have me ... please, take me ... OH! YES – LIKE THAT, OH YEAH, DO IT! DO IT!!! My friend seemed as if she could hardly believe my reaction – but that didn’t stop her from taking full advantage of my novice offer! Karren slid her index finger into my vagina, and I moaned loudly and clutched at both of my own breasts, fiercely jerking my nipples. However, instead of using her finger to drill me to a climax, Karren encountered an obstruction. She gave a startled exclamation, and then she looked up at me, across my stomach and chest and between my tits, with an expression on her face that was an almost comical fusion of stunned surprise and lascivious lust. ‘Lexie! You’re ... well, you’re .... y’know ... still a virgin!! But – you can’t be! – I mean, you just CAN’T! You and Tom – you’ve been going out for ages, and you’re both always dropping hints about what great sex you have – it drives me nuts!’ Although I longed for her to continue, I realised that explanations on my side couldn’t be postponed any further. With a sigh, I drew her up to nestle against me, kissed her briefly on the lips, and then as she lay cradled in my arms, I began to talk: ‘Well, I guess I’d better explain, but this really is a secret, and it doesn’t affect just me, so –’ and at this point I looked at her intensely ‘– you’ve gotta promise, promise on all that you care about, that you’ll not breathe a word of this to anyone – not anyone, not for any reason, not ever!’ Karren looked at me earnestly, and then with one finger she drew an X shape in the valley between my breasts. ‘On my love for you – on your heart, Lexie – I swear I’ll keep absolutely secret anything you tell me, forever and ever’, she solemnly affirmed. ‘Okay’, I said, drawing a shaky breath and summoning up the nerve to continue. ‘Well, Tom’s just about my oldest friend – we’ve known each other since first grade, and we’ve always been on the same wavelength, got on really well, shared our secrets and given advice and helped each other when we’re down. Anyway, about two years ago, I realised even before Tom did, that he’s gay.’ ‘WHAAAT?!!’ yelped Karren, jerking upright in surprise. ‘Yeah, he’s completely gay’, I confirmed, ‘and he’s come to accept that, and is happy with it. Anyhow, soon after, it turned out that one reason why we’re in tune with each other is – I discovered the very same thing about myself!’ This disclosure was such a shock that Karren just gazed at me, saucer-eyed and open-mouthed. Then she breathed, almost inaudibly: ‘You mean ... oh, jeepers! Lexie, d’you mean ... that you’re a lesbian?’ I smiled at the slim blonde, who at last was where I had so longed for her to be – naked, and in bed with me! ‘Yep, honey-bun, I’m a girl for girls, and always will be. Anyhow, I was explaining – so Tom and I hit on this plan, to protect us both from any suspicion: we would pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend, instead of just pals, and that meant letting everyone think we were having heavy sex sessions, going all the way – but, of course, we never did anything at all!’ I paused and looked at my sweet sexy friend ... and now, maybe, I so hoped, my girlfriend, my lover ... and I laughed. ‘Y’know, I’ve never ever actually said that I have sex with Tom! You all just assumed it, and I let you – it was safest that way. But if you remember, whenever any of you refer to it, I just look all shy and embarrassed – well, that’s not faked – and look at the floor and mumble, or I’ll say something vague and ambiguous, or something true, like he’s hung like a stallion or he can keep it up for ages – the first I know from observation but that’s all, and the second I’ve had on good authority from someone else! But, honey, I want you to know, I’ve never ever lied to you – just let you take 2 and 2 and make 22 ... I’ve not told you the truth, I know, and I always wished I had the nerve to, but I’ve never lied.’ Karren looked pensive for a moment, clearly replaying past conversations in her mind and seeing them in a completely new light. Then she nodded and gave me an impish smile: ‘You minx, Lexie! – you let us all jump to conclusions, let our imaginations run riot, when all the time there was nothing going on!’ I resumed my tale: ‘It was easy, really – I mean, Tom and I had always spent plenty of time together anyway, talking about everything and anything, so all we had to do was walk around at school holding hands whilst we chatted, and go to parties together and make sure from time to time to have a cuddle where everybody would see. We have a pretend game for that, to make it easier – just before we start kissing, we whisper to the other the name of the music or film star that we’re going to imagine we’re making out with: a man for him, of course, and a woman for me. Then we leave the party early, and everyone assumes we’ve gone somewhere to fuck like rabbits. Actually, we usually go to Tom’s because his folks are regularly out on Saturdays till after midnight, and what really happens is we make hot chocolate and play videogames – we’ve both always been a bit geeky about those – and then when his folks come in, they give me a lift home. Even they think we’re a regular boyfriend-girlfriend couple, and that we’ve been getting it on before they come back!’ Karren regarded me with stunned amazement, as I continued: ‘So, that’s how it’s been – just a camouflage for both of us, it avoids any questions and rumours – who’d believe them? Just recently, however, it’s changed a bit – Tom’s actually hooked up with another guy, someone at school, and I won’t say who. It sounds a bit like you and Angela, that it happened almost by chance, in the locker room at school when just the two of them were still there after football practice, and they just clicked that the other guy was up for it – literally, I think, ha ha! The difference now is, after a party we go back to Tom’s, and his new boyfriend meets us there – then they go and fuck in his bedroom, and I sit downstairs with a book and listen out just in case his folks come back unusually early. I’m really pleased for Tom, it seems to be working out well for him and he’s so happy, but I must admit I’m a bit jealous and a whole lot frustrated – which is why I couldn’t believe my good luck when you said all that on the phone!’ ‘Now’, I added, ‘less talk and more action! So, now you know I’m a virgin, would you please do something about that, honey?’ ‘Oh yeah’, whispered Karren, sounding like a kid let loose in a chocolate factory. ‘I’ve got just the thing, Lexie, though I never dared dream that I would ever use it on you – never mind be your first!’ ‘I’ve always wanted it to be you, always’, I answered softly. Karren’s eyes shone with happiness as she eased me down on to my back, and then she rose to her feet and stepped across to her wardrobe. I had a wonderful view of her naked butt and the curve of her cunt as she bent over and, after rummaging around for a few seconds, emerged holding an oblong cardboard box. I raised my eyebrows, wondering if its dimensions meant what I hoped – and they did, as with a flourish and giggle, Karren produced from it a metallic silver vibrator. ‘I got this about six months ago – I managed to get it by mail order. Anyway, it did for my cherry, so now it can pop yours!’ My answer was not spoken, but it communicated more than a hundred pages. I spread my thighs open and arched my back, thrusting my pelvis upwards. My action needed no translator to shout its message: I’m yours, fuck me! Karren knelt between my legs, and then lowered herself on top of me, the vibrator held in her left hand. She began to kiss me passionately, and then trailed a line of nibbling kisses down my neck and across the swell of my chest, first to one nipple and then the other. The sensations this triggered were amazing, and more profound than anything I had ever felt before. After sucking my tits and massaging my breasts, Karren’s mouth tickled its way across my stomach and round my belly-button, and then – ohmigod, oh my fuckin’ God!! As her tongue probed my pussy lips, I felt a shudder pass through my whole body – but it was far from being an unpleasant sensation, and in fact felt more like a release, as if I was a ship that was at last leaving harbour and setting out on its voyage – yes, my maiden voyage. The nips of Karren’s teeth along my swollen outer labia had an electrifying effect, and she followed this up by rubbing her forefinger up and down my parted pussy lips. I could only whimper and try to spread my thighs even further apart, offering up my openness in pleading arousal. The slim blonde lifted her mouth away from my cunt, and gave me a wicked smile as she brought the tip of the silver tube right up to my softest and most private parts. She flicked something at its base, and it began to hum and throb, sending erotic vibrations right through me, radiating out from the epicentre where its gleaming tip had nudged into the parting between my labia. With a frown of concentration slightly furrowing her forehead, Karren carefully worked the humming machine further into me, until its tip was pressing against my hymen. There she paused, leaned over above me to look down into my face, and with a touch of uncertainty and anxiety in her voice, asked: ‘Lexie, sweetheart, are you sure you want me to do this? You don’t have to, babe – I don’t want you to feel that you have to! You’re just so fine as you are, really, I don’t mind waiting.’ ‘Well, I do, you silly goose’, I managed to gasp, ‘of course I want it, and I want you to do it! Fuck me, babe – please! Aaahh, yes – c’mon, yeah, c’mon and fuck me, now, yeah, NOW! FUCK ME!! ... ooooh! AAAIEEEE ... OH! OH! YES! YES!!’ My last squeals and gasps were caused by her sudden shift to action, as with a single smooth motion she drove the vibrator into me, rending my hymen in its passage. There was a momentary sharp jab, like someone had pinched me, but inside rather than on my skin, and then that was overborne in the sensation of being penetrated – deeply penetrated, opened up for the very first time, as the humming vibrator cleft into my vaginal passage, rubbing the millions of nerve ends and sending shivers and thrills running through me from head to toe. Its first entry into me was astonishing in its impact, and far more erotic than I had ever imagined it would be. However, this was as nothing to the arousing effects of Karren’s steady inexorable withdrawal of the silver pillar, and then her second thrust into my hole. I gave a little scream and involuntarily arched my back, sheer instinct driving my cunt forwards and upwards to maximise the effect of the insertion. As I panted for breath, with my mouth half-open and my eyes wide and staring, altogether giving a good impression of being a half-wit, Karren repeated her pistoning action, becoming faster and firmer each time. It seemed only seconds, only maybe six or seven penetrations, before I cried out in ecstasy as I experienced my first ever real orgasm, brought about by another person. Of course, I had regularly rubbed my clit to stimulate myself to a climax during my solo fantasies, but that was now revealed for the shallow reflection of the real thing that it was. I slumped back on the bed in glorious dazed wonder, and moaned with the aftershocks as Karren slid the vibrator out of me. Still kneeling between my sprawled legs, she switched of its motor and then put the business end of it into her mouth and sucked my juices from it, at the same time giving me a wide lascivious grin. When I had managed to catch some breath, I spoke in barely more than a whisper: ‘Thank you ... that was just incredible, thank you, my darling ... thank you so much.’ When I called the slim blonde ‘my darling’ she looked so happy that it thrilled me to the core, and my breath caught as she wiped away a tear from the corner of one eye – but now it was a tear of happiness, not the tears of unending woe that she had been crying earlier. I shifted backwards and propped myself up on my elbow, and then I reached up for the vibrator and took it from her hand. With a smile of my own, I placed a kiss on its rounded nub, and then put it down on the floor beside the bed. Moving sideways, I indicated with a gesture that it was my honey’s turn to lie down, which she did with alacrity. ‘I shouldn’t have all the fun, sweetheart ... and, I want to show you, show you beyond any doubt that I’m a lesbian, because I think maybe deep down you’re still not sure about that, which I understand – so, let me prove it to you!’ I slid my hands under her hips and beneath her thighs, and then eased them as wide open as I could. For a second I paused, drinking in my first really proper sexual sight of my lover’s pussy, which it seemed she kept completely clean-shaven so every detail of her folds of flesh were fully exposed. So beautiful, so mysterious, so desirable! I took up her former kneeling stance, but further down, below her knees, and then I bent forwards and down, slowly bringing my mouth to her sweat-sheened pussy. ‘Aaaaaaahhh!’ she whimpered, as I slid the tip of my tongue along her slit, licking her labia and delicately probing between them. ‘Ohh! Oh, Lexie – Lexie!! Oh, my love, how I’ve longed for this ... aaahhh! how I’ve dreamt of this moment, of you doing this – but I gave up on hope long ago, I never thought this could happen ... I still can’t believe it!’ ‘Well’, I said, my voice muffled by having my mouth pressed against her cunt, ‘if you don’t believe your eyes – believe THIS!’ and I thrust the index finger of my right hand into her opening, whilst my tongue rasped across her clitoris, and then I began ramming my finger in and out, following the example she had given me with the vibrator,. She soon felt looser, and after half a dozen pokes I added a second finger, forcing her vagina more open. My excitement mounted as rapidly as hers, as she began to buck and moan, her hands clutching at the bedsheet at either side of her hips. ‘Oh, oh! OH!! oh, Sweet Jesus, yeah! – oh, Lexie, babe, I’m a believer, I am, truly ... OH, FUCK! I’m gonna cum – Lexie, you’re gonna make me cum if you do that ... yes, THAT, AAAHHH! SHIT, YES!! OHMIGOD, I’M CUMMING, I’M ... AH-AHH-AHHHH! That was my other first of the day, the end of my other virginity – for the first time ever, I fucked another girl. In truth, it was even more of a mind-blowing experience than my own orgasm, partly because I had after all masturbated plenty of times, and so although it had been a hundred times more erotic, it was still an extension of something familiar. This – this was completely new, for this I had no point of reference, it was truly a new day dawning and a revelation. It also profoundly affected me for another reason, which I know more clearly now than I did then – I have something of a dominant streak in me, I love to be the one in charge, the one making the moves, the one wearing the strap-on. Fortunately, Karren is more submissive by nature, a natural bottom to my top, and so it has proved that truly we are a match made in heaven! I moved up to lie alongside her, which on her single bed meant a really cosy embrace, and we cuddled and kissed, shared our amazing new-found joy and wiped away a tear or two that were provoked by the tumultuous shocks of the day and the soaring happiness in both our hearts. After a while like this, I glanced at my watch, and was amazed to find that it was only three-quarters of an hour since I had knocked at Karren’s front door and forced admittance. There would still be at least two and half hours before either of Karren’s parents arrived home: they both worked in the retail sector and did not leave until their stores closed at six o’clock, and then had a good hour’s commute back from the city centre. I had some ideas about how to use that time to good effect, and so I rose from the bed, reassuring my still lolling girlfriend that I would be back in a moment. I made a quick visit to her bathroom, wiping around my pussy with some toilet tissue – as I expected, there were a few red traces from my loss of virginity, but they were swiftly removed, and my vagina felt only slightly tender inside. Then I trotted downstairs, retrieved my school uniform jacket from the hall, and came back up to Karren’s room. Putting my jacket over the back of her desk chair, I reached into one of the pockets and took out the cell phone – Angela’s phone – and weighed it in my hands. I had switched it off after my fruitless attempts to reach Karren at lunchtime, and it had remained that way since, but now ... Karren rolled onto her side ... oh, how enticingly that made her pert breasts bobble, and how gorgeous was the curve of her upthrust hip and buttock! ... and looked at me pensively. ‘I’ll have to tell her’, she said, ‘I mean ... I can’t pretend nothing has happened, that it’s all the same for me, and she’ll know ... anyway, I should end it, now that ... that we’re ...’ Then she paused, clearly stabbed by sudden piercing doubt: ‘we are ... aren’t we? ... Lexie?’ I put the phone down instantly on the desk chair, and with one stride I look her in my arms, kissing her with unmistakeable passion and desire. After a moment, I pulled my lips away enough to look her directly in the eye, and I made sure there could be no more misunderstanding, no more doubt, no more fear: ‘Yes – we ARE girlfriends, we ARE lovers, and we will be – we’re gonna be lesbian lovers, for ever and ever, I’m yours and you ...’ at this point I took one of her breasts in my hand and gave it a strong possessive squeeze, ‘you – YOU ARE MINE, now and always, and don’t you ever DARE to doubt that!’ My love gave a shaky but happy laugh, and wiped away some more tears – tears of relief and tears from the release of deep inner tensions that had been stifled for months and months and months. ‘You’re right’, I said, ‘Angela will have to know – WE will let her know’, and I emphasised the ‘we’ to make my position and responsibility clear. ‘But ... well, we don’t have to end it, not in that way.’ Karren’s lips parted and her eyebrows rose in enquiry, as I continued: ‘it wouldn’t be fair, not to dump her and leave her out in the cold like that, and ... well, your arrangement was “just fuck-buddies”, right? So, I don’t see why that needs to change ... apart from her getting two fuck-buddies for the price of one! It won’t affect our relationship, that we love each other – we aren’t in love with her, but we can still have good fun-fucking times together!’ ‘Lexie! You’re wicked – wicked!!’ squealed Karren in amazement, but I could tell that she liked my proposal. And, after all, why not – Angela was certainly an attractive girl, a pretty brunette with long lissom legs and a tight butt, it was no wonder that she was vice-captain of the cheerleader team. ‘So ...’ I said, picking up Angela’s phone and hefting it in my hand, ‘why wait? – no time like the present!’ For a second, my sweet babe looked apprehensive, but then her resolve returned, and she gave me a bright smile and the nod to proceed. My heart sang with the trust that she had placed in me, and I blew her a kiss as I switched the phone on and dialled up the number of my own one – which I heartily hoped Angela still had in her possession, and switched on. This was the day on which Lady Luck was smiling down on me, because it connected at once and after only four rings it was answered with a rather tentative ‘Hi?’ ‘Angela? Hi, it’s Lexie here – I guess you’ve guessed what happened, that you’ve got my phone and I’ve got yours? ... Yeah? ... Good, well, anyway, are you busy right now, because ... uh huh ... OK, that’s great ... can you come to Karren’s? ... yeah, I’m at hers, actually ... you know where? ... yeah, great, in about twenty minutes then? ... no, that’s perfect – thanks, see you!’ ‘What are we going to say to her?’ asked Karren doubtfully, after I had ended the call. ‘Don’t you worry, honey, I’ve got a plan ... and you, you’ve got just enough time to have a shower and put on a nice fresh outfit, so you won’t look like you’ve been upset and crying.’ I shooed her up from the bed and chased her along to the bathroom, both of us giggling, me admiring the lean tautness of her ass as I pretended to be trying to pinch it, and she glancing over her shoulder, wide-eyed at the sight of my D-cups bouncing around. I caught her just as she was wriggling through the half-open bathroom door, and she let out a squeal as I gave her rump a playful smack. Whilst Karren had a hasty hot shower, I straightened up things in her bedroom, making the bed and opening the window for a few minutes, removing both the sight and smell of the recent sapphic love-making. In just over five minutes, a warm and still damp Karren emerged from the bathroom, wearing a long bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her hair. This gave me the opportunity to grab a shower myself, and I stripped off my socks and plunged into the glass cubicle. A quick rinse and soap, some borrowed shampoo, and then back to Karren’s bedroom, where I had timed it perfectly to be handed the hair dryer just as she finished with. I sat on the desk chair as I turned it on my hair, and I got turned on myself as I watched Karren choose her clothes and slip them on. It was my first insight into something I now know well – that it is just as erotic a sight to watch a woman dressing as it undressing. She slipped into a pair of quite skimpy sky-blue bikini panties and then the matching bra from the same set, followed by blue denim cut-off shorts and a yellow camisole with a pretty lace edging at the top. Of course, I had only my school uniform to put back on, and I decided to do so without any underwear. Karren’s eyes widened as I folded my discarded bra and panties and hid them in the side pocket of my jacket, and then I buttoned up my white shirt (not bothering with the tie, and leaving the top two buttons undone), pulled up my uniform skirt and fastened it at the waist, and restored my white knee-highs. Only a minute or so after we were both dressed, the door-bell pealed. Karren was sitting on the bed and made to rise, but I halted her with a gesture. ‘No – wait here, it’ll work better this way, trust me’. She nodded, and with a grateful smile I left her sitting there and trotted down to open the front door. ‘Hi, Angela – thanks for coming round. Karren’s upstairs – c’mon up.’ Angela was also still in her school uniform, and I gestured to her to leave her jacket in the hall. As she did so, she produced my cell phone from its pocket and held it out to me, but instead of taking it I gave her a smile and beckoned her to follow me upstairs. I led the way, although I knew well from Karren’s confession that Angela had trodden these wooden steps many a time after the school day, as the prelude to an hour or two of slit-sucking and pussy-fucking. I felt a momentary hot stab of jealousy, but then reminded myself that the situation was the product of my and Tom’s cover-story being altogether too convincing, so I could hardly complain! As we entered the bedroom, Karren gave her fuck-buddy a cheerful wave, but left the talking to me. I gestured Angela to sit on the bed beside Karren, which she did with a slight evidence of discomfort at their proximity. I sat down on the chair facing the duo and only then accepted the return of my phone from Angela. Holding it in my right hand, I picked up Angela’s cell phone from the desk with my left, but made no immediate move to return it to her. ‘What a coincidence, us both having this same brand new phone – I didn’t think anyone else at school had one!’ I said, looking at the two identical cell phones. Angela laughed, relaxing a little: ‘Yeah, I thought the same, Lexie – and really, it’s mainly my fault – I was in a hurry, I was late for meeting ... err, someone ... and then I just grabbed the phone that was right by me, never thinking it might not be mine!’ ‘Anyway’, I continued, ‘the thing is, right after I picked up what turns out to be your phone – and before I realised that it was – someone called it, and – thinking it was mine – I answered.’ ‘Oh?’ queried Angela, tensing up a little again. ‘Her’, I said, gesturing at Karren, who now hung her head and looked at the floor, ‘and ... what she said – well, it gave the game away, about both of you, and what you’ve been doing.’ Angela’s face paled, and she clapped a hand over her mouth in shock. ‘Oh! What ... what are you going to do?’ she gasped. ‘Don’t worry’, I hastened to reassure her, ‘everything’s fine – in fact, it couldn’t be better. It’s me that should thank you for our collision and taking my phone, for otherwise I don’t know when I would have discovered that Karren’s a lesbian ...’ I paused, looking directly at Angela’s strained face, and then dropped my bombshell for the second time: ‘... like me, just like me – a lesbian like me.’ Angela knew me only as an acquaintance, for we had never been in the same classes and only slightly in overlapping social circles. Even so, she knew that I was “Tom’s girl” and presumably as hetero as they come – which rumour would have it I did often, thanks to Tom’s big hard cock. It was a major change of perspective to take on board, and she looked somewhere between bemused and bewildered. ‘So ... you’re saying ... you’re a lezzie? Meaning, like, you’re bisexual – yes?’ Angela asked doubtfully. For the moment, I let it rest at that; once again, leaving an assumption uncorrected was the easiest course to take. I certainly did not know her well enough to reveal Tom’s secret; with Karren it was different – as my closest female friend for many years, I knew that she would faithfully keep her promise, no matter what the temptation or provocation. ‘Kind of’, I confirmed, adding: ‘I’ll explain properly another time ... but for now, the point is, the point here and now is, that Karren and I have discovered each other – and, thanks to you, we’ve become lovers.’ ‘Wow, that’s neat!’ responded Angela, but then her face fell as the implications dawned on her, and she turned to Karren disappointedly. ‘So ... I guess our fun times are over, right?’ she asked. I shook my head. ‘No, not necessarily – that’s to say, we don’t feel that way, if you don’t.’ Angela brightened at this, and her shoulders, which had slumped, rose again. ‘Yeah?’ she enquired. ‘It’s true, Karren and I have a special closeness’, I continued, putting the two phones on the desk behind me and reaching forward with my right hand to caress possessively my babe’s nearest knee, ‘but we don’t want to leave you out in the cold – that doesn’t seem fair at all. So, if you want to continue the same arrangement as before – being fuck-buddy friends for fun, with no strings attached – but with both of us ... well, we’re up for that. In fact, we could have a lot of good times together.’ Angela looked amazed, and her eyes darted back and forth between our two smiling faces. ‘D’you mean that?’ she gasped. ‘I mean, do you really mean ... like ... fucking as a threesome?’ Karren and I nodded in affirmation, and Angela’s breath escaped in a soft ‘Wow!’ I gave Karren a mischievous smile and then rose to my feet, standing directly in front of Angela. ‘Let me prove it’, I said softly, as I pulled the front of my skirt up to my waist, revealing the absence of panties beneath. Angela gave a low whistle as she saw my bare cunt, with my labia swollen and prominent in arousal. I moved closer to her, so that my pussy was almost in her face. ‘So, how about it?’ I asked, undoing the fastening and small zip at my left side and letting my uniform skirt fall to the floor, and then swiftly unbuttoning my shirt and casting it aside. I cupped my swaying breasts in both hands, thrusting them out above the pair seated on the bed and enjoying the sight of both girls gazing up at me with almost identical expressions of lust. ‘God, yes – oh, yes! Yes for sure!’ Angela exclaimed, adding: ‘I never thought of anything like that, but ... that’d be amazing, so hot!’ I turned and sat down on the bed on Angela’s other side, so that she was sandwiched between me and Karren. I grasped the pretty brunette’s right breast, squeezing it firmly through her shirt and bra, as Karren similarly groped her left breast. Angela was still wearing her school uniform, and I undid her tie and drew it out from under her collar, whilst simultaneously Karren unbuttoned her white shirt. Then with one swift move, we pulled her shirt wide open and whisked it back off her shoulders. Angela looked on in wonder as we scooped her breasts – a nice perky pair for a girl of our age, fuller than Karren’s although less prominent than mine – out of her bra cups, and then with one accord we bent our heads to kiss them, sucking her stiff nipples into our mouths. Angela moaned and went limp, and we eased her down onto her back, swinging her legs up so that she lay along the length of the bed. Karren continued assiduous attentions to her breasts, whilst I quickly pushed the lissom girl’s school skirt up above her hips and then stripped her panties down her legs and over her feet – silent assent to this being given by Angela lifting her butt an inch off the bed in each case so that I could do so. I then commenced my second-ever cunnilingus, as I began to eat out Angela’s pussy whilst Karren mauled and devoured her tits. Within moments, the slim brunette was writhing beneath our combined onslaught, her body trembling with arousal and her hips shuddering with approaching orgasm. As Angela began to give sharp incoherent cries, I brought my hand up to her cunt and slid two fingers into her vagina. There was no resistance to my penetration, as she was slickly wet and loose, and I delved deeply into her, my knuckles smacking against her swollen labia with the force of my inward thrusts. Angela bucked and gave a harsh shriek, and her pelvis quivered as a stream of wet juices coated my fingers and dribbled from her gash, and then with a long moaning cry she slumped back down on the bed. ‘Oh! Oh, Lord above, that was incredible!’ she sighed in wide-eyed wonder, as Karren and I lay alongside her to the left and right, my girlfriend’s left hand still caressing Angela’s chest, whilst I kept my right-hand on her cunt, gently rubbing it and easing my fingertips between the lips of her vagina. ‘First of many!’ I whispered in Angela’s ear, and she shivered with anticipatory delight. ‘Of course, sometimes it’ll be just Karren and me getting it on, but I promise we’ll make it a threesome at least twice a week.’ Angela couldn’t suppress a fleeting expression of disappointment that it wouldn’t be a threesome every time, but she was a realist and accepted that Karren and I would also want to have time – and sex – together as a couple. ‘Fair enough’, she said with a nod, and then added with a more natural smile: ‘I’ll look forward to it!’ There was an idea which had been bubbling away at the back of my mind, ever since Karren’s comment that she thought Angela was also specially sweet on someone, because she too had wanted to keep their relationship simply at the ‘fuck-buddy’ level and not add any emotional baggage. However, whilst Karren had told Angela of her secret longing for me (she told me later that there hadn’t been much choice about that, as in one of their first sessions she had called out my name during her moment of climax!), Angela had only vaguely indicated that she was similarly thwarted, but had given no details. I rolled slightly onto my side and propped a hand under my chin, gazing down upon Angela’s flushed face. I’m on a roll, I thought, it’s my lucky day – so, here goes. ‘Angela, I promise I’ve got a good reason for asking this – is there someone who’s special for you, who you feel about like the way Karren feels about me?’ Angela looked hesitant, and I encouraged her further: ‘You know about me now, and Karren too – we trust you, and I promise you can trust us’, I reassured her. The prone girl nodded slowly, but then her face sobered. ‘You’ll think me foolish – oh, yes, don’t shake your heads, you will! I know it’s hopeless, totally hopeless, but I can’t help it – I’ve been in love with her for years, in fact I can’t recall when I first realised, it’s so long ago! But it’s so useless, in fact it almost hurts too much to be around her now, especially when it’s just the two of us.’ I glanced across to Karren, who nodded back thoughtfully – it was a story with a very familiar ring. Angela had paused, with an introspective and rather sad expression on her face, and I had to give her another prompt. ‘So – who’s the babe, who’s your heart’s desire?’ The brunette looked away from me, shifting her gaze to the neutrality of the bedroom wall, and then she muttered a name so softly that if Karren and I had not been so in such close proximity, we would have missed it: ‘Dominica’. ‘Aahh!’ I exhaled with satisfaction – I was on target, bull’s eye! However, Angela misinterpreted the sound, and repeated over again, with a catch in her voice, that it was useless and how stupid she was ever to have had such hopes. I could certainly understand why Angela was attracted to Dominica. An unbiased observer would probably judge me to be the third or fourth most attractive girl in our school year (depending on whether or not you put Tiffany’s height and cascading red hair ahead of my jutting bust and butt), but no one would have hesitated for a moment to award Dominica the prize for being the best-looking girl of our age, and quite probably in the whole school. She had the luscious curves of her Hispanic heritage, with long shiny black hair, large expressive dark eyes and rich pouting lips, but more than that, much more, she exuded vitality, health and wholesomeness, and she had charisma by the bucketload. It was matched to a lively, laughing and genuinely kind and friendly personality, and so, despite her stunning looks and figure, Dominica was very popular as well, That girl was gonna go far – we all knew it: one day she’d be an international supermodel, or more likely a film star, as she had real acting ability as well. I could also understand why Angela felt that the chance of her love being requited was nil. For more than a year now, Dominica had been the steady girlfriend of Larry Clarke – champion 100 metre sprinter, fastest winger and star of the school football team, and lead guitar and vocalist of the most popular teenage band in the neighbourhood. Although the all-round local hero, he was as modest, cheerful and nice as his girlfriend, and the pair of them were our high school’s golden couple – you didn’t need to even think who was going to be School President or Homecoming Queen, it just couldn’t be anyone other than Larry and Dominica. However ... however, I knew something that Angela didn’t ... and if it meant what I thought it did, well ... it sure was a game-changer! So I leaned across and gave the pretty brunette a kiss on each nipple, and then told her to lie where she was, as I needed a quick word with Karren. Angela was lost in her own thoughts and still dazed from her seismic orgasm, and without really listening she nodded her assent. My new-found girlfriend gave me a puzzled look as she followed me out to the landing at the top of the stairs. ‘What ...’ began Karren, but she got no further as I put a finger to her lips, and silenced her. ‘Babe, I can’t explain it all now ... and I might be wrong, that’s why I don’t want to say anything to Angie yet’, I whispered, and then I quickly explained what I wanted Karren to do – but still leaving her in the dark as to why. ‘Trust me on this, honey’, I concluded; ‘if it goes right, it’ll be great – and if not, then if you do like I’ve said, there’ll be no harm done.’ Karren was clearly itching to know more, but her love for me conquered her curiosity, and she nodded her agreement before slipping back into the bedroom. Through the small gap where she had left the door ajar, I saw her lie down on the bed and cuddle up to Angela again. I’ll admit that the sight gave me a pang of jealousy, but I knew that Karren was specially mine, and what she was doing was in a good cause. As I had asked, she would keep Angela happy and quiet – and completely naked – in the bedroom, whilst I set my scheme in motion. I had scooped up my socks, bra, skirt, shirt and both of the cell phones on my way out of the bedroom, and now I scurried along to the bathroom, dropping my clothes in a heap outside its door, with the cell phones on top. There was no time to shower, but a quick wash of my face and hands, a wipe of my cunt with toilet paper, a whisk over my body with a towel, and a comb of my hair, and I looked quite presentable – or at least, not like someone who had just crawled out from a sex orgy. I pulled on my clothes and took the phones with me as I trotted downstairs and turned left into the kitchen. Switching on Angela’s phone, I looked in her directory and found Dominica’s number – I had been confident it would be there, as Angela was one of Dominica’s inner circle and oldest friends. Turning on my own phone, I dialled the number, and once more put my trust in Lady Luck. She did not fail me: after a few rings, Dominica’s attractively lively and slightly husky voice gave a cheerful ‘Hi!’, to which I answered: ‘Hi, Dominica, it’s Lexie here ... yes, Lexie ... you know, Tom’s girlfriend ... uh huh, yeah ... that’s right, yeah. Anyway, there’s a good reason why I really really need to speak to you now ... no, I mean, in person, not by phone ... sorry, but are you free right now? ... yup, right away ... if ... Oh, have you? ... you could? That’s great, thanks so much!’ I felt a huge sense of relief, as I gave Karren’s address – I didn’t bother explaining that it was her house and not mine, as Dominica had never been to either of them, and really it didn’t matter. It was less than ten minutes by bicycle from Dominica’s house, and she had said she would come by that means – apparently she had a cheerleader squad practice in a little over an hour, so she would call to see me now, and then go on to it. Of course, Dominica was captain of the cheerleaders – that wasn’t even worth mentioning, as the hottest babe and most popular girl in school, girlfriend of the star athlete, it simply couldn’t have been any other way. I waited in the hall, running through what to say in my mind, and getting tense as the minutes ticked by. I began to get nervous that Dominica had decided not to come after all, but it was just the waiting that had made the time drag. In fact, it was only seven minutes later that I saw her arrive and get off her bicycle, leaving it against the wall of the house. My breath caught in my throat – Dominica was wearing her cheerleader outfit, which I should have anticipated from her call but stupidly had not put two and two together, and she looked stunning in it. The length of leg and glimpse of red panties as she swung her leg over to dismount from the bicycle and the jiggle of her ripe bust (she was at least one size bigger even than me), despite the constraint of a sports bra, made me wet my lips: she was a gorgeously sexy young woman, there was no doubt about it. I opened the front door before Dominica could reach for the doorbell, as I did not want Angela to hear that someone had arrived and become alarmed. I ushered Dominica through the hall and into the kitchen, where I leaned against the counter and took a shaky breath. I just hoped that I hadn’t over-reached myself: this was really the big roll of the dice now ... so, c’mon, the winner takes it all ... ‘Dominica ... you know that I’m Tom’s girlfriend, right?’ She nodded, her expression giving nothing away. ‘And you’re Larry’s ...’ I continued. Dominica looked a little more guarded, but nodded again. I forged on: ‘So, what I need to ask is – and there’s a good cause, I promise – is the reason why you’re Larry’s girlfriend the same as why I’m Tom’s?’ ‘Aaah ...’ she said, holding quite still. ‘I’ve been wondering, these last couple of weeks, when we might be having this conversation.’ She paused for a moment, looking at me consideringly, and then she said slowly: ‘Maybe, maybe ... and that reason is?’ Cards on the table time, Lexie, I thought to myself, although in fact this was the less risky part, as I was fairly sure that she knew the truth about me and Tom – the reason for which, the really really big secret, was that Larry was Tom’s new gay boyfriend, it was Larry that he was fucking and who it seemed couldn’t get enough of taking turns to suck each other off and take it up the ass! ‘That I’m a lesbian, and I want to keep it secret’, I said flatly, looking the hot Hispanic chick right in the eye. For a couple of seconds – which seemed an eternity – there was no response, and then Dominica’s smile broadened into her usual carefree expression, her perfect white teeth parting in merriment. ‘Yeah, babe, it is – I’m as lezzie as you can get, at least on your own, that is! But, yeah, Larry and I have never had sex, he’s solely gay too – but then, I guess you know that, now he and Tom have discovered each other. My family mustn’t find out about me, they’d go crazy, especially my father, it’d be hell to pay ... so, yes, it’s been a cover for both of us, just like with you and Tom – which, by the way, I would never have guessed, even though I’ve been doing exactly the same thing myself!’ Then Dominica paused and looked at me meaningfully in a new way which made me tingle from head to toe. She smoothed one hand across her bust in an unconsciously erotic gesture, and continued: ‘So, is your idea that you and me hook up as well, like our “boyfriends” have? I guess it would have a lot going for it, and God knows I’d love to have a real girlfriend – in fact, I’d love to just get fucked by any femme. You’ll laugh, but I never have yet – in fact, would you believe, I’m still a virgin! I was saving myself for someone, someone special, but I can see that’s not going to happen, I’m not sure she even really likes me any more ... and you’re very sexy – and from what Tom’s told Larry, I know that you are kind and you can be trusted ... so, yeah, I think I might be up for that, for sure.’ I gave her a wide smile, and ignored the sudden hot flush in my cunt at the thought of fucking with Dominica – sweet Lord above, the idea of me and Dominica writhing around in the nude, making out, doing 69 ... shit, that got me so dripping wet I regretted that I hadn’t put any panties on. With an effort of will, I refrained from pushing her down on the kitchen table, stripping her panties off and eating her pussy, and with a slight tremor I spoke again. ‘I would so much love that ... and we will, I’m sure, but there’s something else, one more thing that I have to ask you. I’m not prying, I promise you there’s good reason – Dominica, your someone special – just tell me, does her name begin with A?’ Dominica looked taken aback, and in her surprise spoke before thinking: ‘How could you know that?! ... Jesus, is it obvious? Oh God, no wonder she doesn’t want to be around me much any more! I thought no one knew, that it didn’t show ... shit, Lexie, does everyone know I’m a lez?’ she ended, almost in a wail. ‘No, no! Dominica, no, don’t worry – no one knows, no one else at all! Not Angela, I promise you, she has no idea, in fact I know she thinks you’re totally heterosexual. I promise, just like me, your set up with Larry, it has everyone totally convinced, it’d never cross their mind that you might be bisexual, never mind a lesbian! The only reason I know different is because I know about Tom and Larry – after all, they fuck at Tom’s house and I’m their look-out girl! – and when I asked Tom if Larry was bi, he told me, in the strictest confidence, that he was sure not, that Larry had promised him that he didn’t have any other lover – and that’s what made me wonder, but I still wasn’t sure. After all, you might be giving Larry cover out of friendship – I know you and he go back just about to kindergarten, like me and Tom – or you might just be wanting to keep your virginity and be free from hassling boyfriends, so whilst I could hope your reason was the same as mine, I certainly couldn’t assume it.’ My explanation had a reassuring effect, and by the end of it she was calm and smiling again, though still puzzled about the purpose of my second question. Well, it was time to lift the last veil of secrecy. I put my finger to my lips in the universal sign for silence, and then beckoned Dominica to follow me upstairs. On the landing, I put my finger across Dominica’s mouth to ensure that she remained quiet, and then I called out softly for Karren. Dominica’s eyes widened in surprise and I was glad that I’d taken the precaution of silencing her – and still more so when a few seconds later my lovely babe stepped out of the bedroom wearing a thigh-length kimono wrap in coloured silk, with rather obviously nothing on underneath it, and Dominica gave a tiny gasp at the sexy sight. However, before she could ask any of the dozens of questions that I could tell were on the tip of her tongue, I gave a little pat to the luscious Hispanic ass so nicely shown off in her cheerleader uniform, and urged her towards the bedroom door. ‘Go in’, I whispered, ‘and you’ll be glad.’ With a quick assessing look at my face and Karren’s, Dominica nodded and stepped briskly into the bedroom. There instantly followed two high-pitched shrieks, so close together that they were almost one sound: ‘Angie?!!! What? What’re you doing ...’ ‘Dom?!!! Shit!! How’re you here ...’ And then, what I had hoped and prayed for – two simultaneous cries of lust and longing, the sound of someone’s footsteps racing across the floor whilst flinging off their clothes at the same time, a loud creak of springs as a second body flopped down on the bed, and then a lot of kissing, slurping, licking, moaning and groaning. Out on the landing, Karren looked at me in amazement, like I was some kind of magician. ‘How the? ... I mean, how did you know ... and get her here, so fast?’ Once again, I made Karren swear undying secrecy, and then I told her that Tom’s new boyfriend was none other than Larry. Karren almost literally staggered with surprise at this news. ‘My God!’ she whispered, ‘I’d never have thought it, not for a moment ... right, I see now, so you thought, if Larry’s gay like Tom’s gay, then maybe Dominica’s a secret lesbian, just like you?’ I nodded, but explained that I couldn’t be sure, that just because Larry and Dominica’s relationship involved no sex, it didn’t automatically mean that she was a lesbian. ‘That’s why I needed you to keep Angela quiet upstairs, whilst I got Dominica here and talked to her – then, if it turned out she wasn’t gay, or was but didn’t fancy Angela, I could send her on her way, and neither of them would ever know anything about the other. But I was fairly sure of what it has turned out to be – that’s why it was worth chancing, and there was no point in waiting, in trying to set it up at some other time.’ Just at that moment, the moans and gasps that were audible through the bedroom door increased in pitch and pace, and then ended in two almost-synchronised cries of orgasm, after which it went quiet. Karren and I gave them another minute, and then she knocked on the door and called out quietly to ask if we could come in. ‘Sure, c’mon, yeah’, called out a cheerful confident voice – which, interestingly, was Angela’s and not Dominica’s. An amazing and erotic sight greeted us as we entered the room. Both girls were completely naked, and curled up together on the bed, their faces shining with happiness and their hair rumpled with that alluring ‘I’ve-just-been-fucked’ look. Dominica was spooned around Angela’s back, with her hands wrapped round to clasp Angela’s breasts and her broad hips cradling the turn of Angela’s neat trim ass. Dominica looked blissfully stunned, whilst Angela looked more assured and confident than I had ever seen her, as she said: ‘Thank you ... thank you, Karren, and most of all, thank you, Lexie. Dom’s explained it briefly, and of course I understand now, that you and she have both been hiding in the same way – but you’ve been too damn convincing, you naughty pair! But still, Lexie, if you hadn’t acted on what you knew, Dom and I wouldn’t have got together – probably not ever, and that would be just awful!’ The cheerleader captain was nuzzling the pretty brunette’s neck, but lifted her head to nod her sincere agreement. ‘It wasn’t so difficult’, I said with a shrug, ‘and y’know, Angela, all of us should really be thanking you! After all, if we hadn’t collided and you hadn’t taken my cell phone and left me yours, then really none of this would have happened!’ Karren let her kimono fall from her shoulders, and enjoyed the admiring glances at her naked body which followed from all three of us. Then she sat down on the desk chair and patted her knees, looking at me. I walked over to stand next to her, and she quickly unbuttoned my shirt and threw it aside, and then let my skirt fall to the floor – I felt a glow of pleasure as our two new comrades eyed my cunt with unmistakeable sexual intent. Then Karren drew me down to sit on her lap, after which she unclasped my bra and let my breasts swing free for a moment until she cupped them in her hands, squeezing them firmly enough to arouse me – a fact that was more than evident to Dominica and Angela, as my nipples hardened into prominent points and my thighs spread involuntarily to reveal my puffily parted labia. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Angela patted the small vacant area of the bed in front of her, with a clear invitation to us to join them for a full-on sapphic quartet. I was all for it, but sensible Karren glanced at the clock on her bedroom wall, and with a sigh held me in place on her lap. ‘We’d love to’, she told Angela and Dominica with evident sincerity, ‘but I’m afraid we don’t have time – my parents will be home in about half an hour, so we’d all better freshen up and get dressed. It’s fine if you’re here when they get back, please stay if you want, but we can’t have anything that looks ... or smells ... like we’ve been fucking.’ ‘And, Dominica, don’t you have cheer practice in a few minutes?’ I added. The beautiful team captain’s reaction was so comic that we all laughed – it was like one of those old cartoons, as her eyes went round and she clapped a hand over her mouth in shock. ‘Shit!!! I totally forgot!’ she squealed, but then she turned to Angela, and continued: ‘but I don’t care, this has been the most wonderful thing ever to happen to me, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world! Still, if we have to finish up here anyway, I’d better go – as team captain, they just might notice that I’m not there! More seriously, it might lead to questions, and none of us wants that, right?’ ‘Right!’, we all echoed back in agreement. Karren threw Dominica the towel that she had earlier brought back from her own shower, and for a few seconds she, Angela and I sat silently appreciating the sight of a naked Dominica wiping around her cunt, as her full breasts jiggled enticingly above, and then wriggling her luscious ass into the red cheerleader panties and scooping her superbly rounded breasts into her sports bra. Then the Hispanic temptress hastily donned the remainder of the delightfully skimpy cheerleader uniform, and bent over Angela to give her a lingering kiss – and a fond squeeze of her nearest breast. As Dominica then turned to go, Angela spoke quickly: ‘Babe ... after the practice, can you come to my house for a while? It’d just be for talk, we couldn’t do more – well, maybe a little kissing – but I just gotta see you some more today, or I’ll think I dreamt this!’ Dominica positively glowed with happiness, and promised that she would get to Angela’s house as fast as possible after the cheer squad session. Then she gave us all a cheerful wave, saying ‘I’ll let myself out, don’t bother’, and skipped to the bedroom door, at which she paused for a moment, glanced back over her shoulder with a huge grin, bent forwards, flipped the uniform mini-skirt up over her back and saucily wiggled her butt at us! Then with a laughing shout of ‘See ya later, lover-girl!’, she disappeared from view, after which there was a patter of steps on the stairs and the sound of the front door closing. With regret – because there were other things we would much rather be doing together – Angela and I helped Karren to tidy her room, and we opened the window to air it out. Each of us in turn then took five minutes for a quick wipe over and dry in the bathroom, followed by a few minutes back in Karen’s room with brushes and hair dryer, so that we ended up looking very presentable. Angela then said that she ought to go home, so she could have her dinner and be ready for Dominica’s arrival, and we suggested to her that they both come to Karren’s house straight from school on the next day, not only for a sex session but also to make some plans. Never has a Tuesday at school gone by so slowly, every minute dragging, the hands of the classroom clocks seeming to have been frozen in place. All four of us just couldn’t wait, and in the lunch hour we got together and giggled about it, longing to touch and feel each other, but not daring anything where there were so many other eyes to see. However, at last the last lesson ended, and we four were just about the first people to be out through the school gates and on our way. We walked briskly to Karren’s house, our eyes shining with anticipation and affection, and our tits so hard and pointy that they were almost drilling holes through our bra cups. After Karren unlocked the door and let us all into the empty house, she drew Angela aside for a moment in the hall, whispering in her ear. Whatever she said was clearly good news, as Angela clapped her hands in delight and nodded agreement. Then Karren instructed Dominica and I to wait in the hall, which we did with mystified looks at each other, whilst she quickly went up to her bedroom with Angela. However, in less than a minute Karren re-emerged and came back downstairs, looking very pleased with herself, and addressed Dominica. ‘You can go up now, honey, she’s all ready for you!’ she said, with a wave of her hand in the direction of the bedroom. As Dominica began to mount the staircase, Karren took my hand and led me into the lounge, and we sat down together on the long couch. Only then did she explain that she had offered Angela the use of the vibrator which had taken my virginity the previous day, so she could do the same for Dominica’s cherry, and that we would wait down here and give them privacy for such a special moment. As we snuggled up together on the couch, kissing, cuddling and stroking each other’s breasts through out half-undone shirts, we were soon once again serenaded by the sweet song of sapphic sex, mounting until it became explosive. This time we waited until when, about five minutes later, the bedroom door opened and Angela called out to us to come up and join them. When we did so, we greeted by the lovely sight of Dominica’s naked body, sprawled on her back on the bed with her thighs wide apart, as the fingers of her right hand slowly stroked and teased her own pussy. The expression on her face was exactly that of the cat who had got the cream, she looked so pleased and satisfied. Angela came back through the bedroom door behind us – she had been in the bathroom, wiping the vibrator and drying it with a towel, and now she handed the wonderful silver machine back to its owner. Angela then put her hands on her hips, and announced: ‘Right, now we’re all on the same footing – let’s have some fuck-fun!’ No one was going to disagree with that suggestion! Angela offered to show us something good, and within a couple of minutes she had taught us how to use the ‘scissors’ position, in which one girl can mash and grind her pussy against another’s – in fact, if you could get the angle and position just right, you could get your slit to rub down inside the labial lips of your lover – something which, as we soon learned, has incredibly arousing effects. Soon we were in our couples, side by side on Karren’s bedroom floor, our cunts grinding away against our partner’s sweet sex, as we groped each other’s breasts and strained against each other, getting wet and slick between our legs but abrading our pussy-lips together until the friction sent us into orgasmic overload. After we had all climaxed, Dominica looked at her new girlfriend in curious wonder. ‘Angie, how come you’re so expert, how do you know these things?’ she enquired; ‘and, I mean, you really knew how to handle that vibrator as well!’ she added with a blushing smile. Angela looked at her Hispanic hottie, and then briefly at Karren and I, and then she shrugged. ‘Why not?’ she responded, ‘let’s have no secrets from each other, let’s make it that way from the start. So I’ll tell you, but remember this must be just like with Larry and Tom, not a word ever gets breathed to anyone else!’ We all nodded solemnly, after which Angela revealed that – as Karren and I had expected – she had a mature lover. The woman in question turned out to be one of our own school-teachers, which didn’t surprise me – after all, what other opportunities did we have? It was Miss Anderson, the music teacher, who was actually not that mature – she had begun teaching at our school only three years ago, and that was her first job after qualifying, so she was maybe 25 or 26. Angela was very talented musically, especially with the violin, and apparently it had started just over six months ago, during one of their one-to-one tuitions, with Miss Anderson standing close to show her exactly how to hold her head and chin – and then her hands had started to wander, as if they had a mind of their own, caressing Angela’s chest, unbuttoning her school shirt, easing her breasts out of her bra, and then – as Angela had pleaded with the teacher not to stop there – Miss Anderson had sucked the nipples of the pretty teen, laid her down on the floor, lifted her skirt to around her waist, removed her panties, spread her thighs wide apart, and had eaten her pussy till the younger girl’s back arched in the spasm of her first proper orgasm. It then transpired that Miss Anderson had recently split up with the girlfriend she had had since her college days, and who looked like an older version of Angela, which was why she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off her. Angela had reassured the teacher that she was glad, that she already knew for certain that she was a lesbian and wanted to be taught what to do. So they had begun dividing the one-hour music lessons into a first half of lesbian lovemaking, and a second half of music tuition. The teacher had hit upon the clever idea of tape-recording the tuition part of each week’s lesson, and then playing it back during the sex part of the next lesson – it covered any noises they might make whilst fucking, and even better it meant that to any passer-by in the corridor outside it would sound like a normal violin lesson was in progress. This gave them complete security, as Miss Anderson also locked the music practice room door, on the basis that she did not want the lesson to be interrupted. After their third session of 69 on the music room floor, Miss Anderson had suggested that Angela come to her apartment on Saturday afternoons, an invitation which was delightedly accepted. This was when Angela lost her cherry, to the expert thrusts of Miss Anderson’s strap-on dildo – and she paused in her story to assure us that getting fucked by a large strap-on was the best experience ever. This was how it had been until recently – sex during her twice-weekly violin lessons and then a long unrestrained lezzie-fest on Saturday afternoons. However, recently there had been a new development – Miss Anderson had begun a new relationship, with a businesswoman a few years older than her, aged around thirty, and had given up her own small rented apartment to move in to the well-paid executive’s much more spacious property in a nicer neighbourhood. ‘So ... does that mean your fucks with Miss Anderson have finished, then?’ asked Dominica in a curiously flat tone of voice, so that I couldn’t tell if she was wanting to hear either a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. It was no – Angela explained with a grin that Miss Anderson, or Ruth as she called her when they were making love, had told her chic new lover all about the sapphic sweet-sixteen babe that she had seduced, and Lenore (the older woman) had been enraptured – apparently she had always had a thing for teenagers, especially in uniform, but had never had the chance to fuck one, as in her own teenage years in a small country town in the mid-West she had never encountered another lesbian, young or old. Now Angela went to Lenore’s apartment, and gave herself up to the surging desires and expert lesbian tuition of both older women. ‘There’s lots more I can show you yet!’ she concluded with pride. ‘Better still, let’s all go to Lenore and Ruth’s place this Saturday – shall we?’ ‘Oh, yes!’ we eagerly chorused in reply. ‘Great! I’ll let Ruth know that something special is going to happen – but not what it is. I’ll wear my school uniform, like I always do for them. Dom, can you please wear your cheerleader costume? – you can put a coat over it, so it’s not obvious while we’re outside.’ After Dominica’s nod of assent, Angela turned to us: ‘Lexie, you look great in school uniform – will you wear yours?’, to which I readily agreed. ‘Karren, you play handball, don’t you?’ asked Angela, and in a moment she had my girlfriend’s promise to wear her playing gear of tiny satiny shorts and a cut-off top which left the midriff bare. We then agreed on a place to rendezvous beforehand, so that we would arrive together at the women’s apartment. Then Angela laughed, and her next words dropped the last piece of the puzzle into place: ‘Y’know, that’s who I was in such a rush to see, Lexie, on Monday, when we bumped into each other. I’d spent part of the morning just looking at Dom and wondering what I could do, and I got so frustrated I just had get some pussy. So I’d arranged to meet Ruth at lunchtime in the music room, but then I got held up and I was afraid she would give up on me, so I was trying to text her to wait and running to get there at the same time – and, well – bang! and the rest, as they say, is herstory!’ We all laughed, and then we got down to the serious business of tit-sucking, pussy-licking, cunt-munching, vagina-shafting lesbian sex – we were wild and sensuous, but also innocent and carefree, in our pure young teenage love. So that’s how my lesbian love life finally started, thanks to a corridor collision and a message that ended up where it was not intended. Since then, we’ve settled into a routine: I go to Karren’s house every day after school, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays (when her parents have extra hours and get home even later), Dominica and Angela join us and we have fantastic four-way lesbian orgies. On Saturday afternoons (after the first time that the unheralded arrival of our hot teen quartet blew the minds and stoked the fires of the older women – after which they used their strap-ons, and really blew our minds), we take turns to get fucked by Ruth and Lenore: one weekend, it is Angela’s and Dominica’s turn, the next Karren’s and mine. Apart from these regular events, sometimes we hook up just socially, because within our quartet we don’t have to disguise our feelings for our lover; at other times, each couple goes their own way, especially if there is going to be a few hours where they can be alone at one of their houses. If you enjoyed this, I have posted the first and third stories at the same time – to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story (where you can also find my other all-girl lesbian stories). The other three stories will follow in the next few weeks.

An African farm Story – Part One My personal experience growing in apartheid South Africa: Isn’t it strange that those events momentous and little as we grow up shape our lives and forever become part of us! Here I am in my late forties a sexual deviant by anyone’s standards and with a passion for taboo sex or sex acts frowned upon by most societies. Growing up an Indian (Black) kid in apartheid South Africa was fraught with many challenges, but once in a while something shone through, this is my story of one such occasion. My Dad was a builder, who took undertook construction work for many of the farmers in the surrounding area to which we resided in. Howick was a pleasant little hamlet in Natal (The last British Outpost). In the seventies, apartheid was at its highest; Blacks lived separately, totally apart from their White counterparts. Fraternisation was not only discouraged but actually punishable by law. When I was 13, I occasioned to join my Dad on a job he was doing in an area called Nottingham Road, where he had to do some work for a Mr. Camden a local farmer. Being that all my friends were off on school holidays to the coast, I welcomed the respite from the boring stay at home thing. With his team we set of for Mr. Camden’s farm. My first sight of the imposing 7 roomed thatched white colonial home has left an impression in mind, but as indelible as what happened that school holiday. Mr. Camden was a lanky tall individual with coal black hair some 43 years old, but with a friendly smile. He enquired from my Dad as to me being there, and was accordingly informed that I had been bored at home being on holiday. Mr. Camden smiled, turned and shouted into the direction of the open doorway…’Judy’, I was struck with the vision that appeared, a most exquisitely beautiful woman appeared, long auburn hair tied into a pony tail, slender neck, wearing a knee length dress, and what I will never forget, bare foot with red painted toenails…she was really, simply lovely..(A sight I just need to close my eyes at I can picture it as clear as you like) “Judy, take Sal in and give him a sandwich and something to drink, whilst I discuss the work with his Dad’ Mr. Camden instructed. I looked at my Dad going into White peoples house was a foreign concept, he just nodded and said its okay, turned and started discussing work matters with Mr. Camden. I followed Mrs Camden into the large expansive, cool airy house, I was struck by the fact that it seemed that the sun flowed through her dress and I could see her body, now having no experience I still knew that it was beautiful. She stopped and arched raising her hands above her head, like a cat stretching and paused. My eyes were filled with the sight of beautiful tanned legs and higher up, two mounds that seemed to straining against her dress. She turned looked at me, I blushed furiously, knowing I had been caught peaking and awaited the outburst. I was dumbstruck when she just smiled, reached out and took my hand and led me into the kitchen. I was seated at the large kitchen table, when a movement from the corner caught my attention. A Labrador came sniffing and I was in terror. She just laughed and said, ‘keep still , this is Wagter he is more like family then a pet’ True to her word, he sniffed around me then put his large head on my lap and looked at me, she giggled…’see I told you he knows who to be friends with’ Mrs Camden made a cold cut sandwich and gave me a glass of ice cold juice….I didn’t touch anything as I just wanted to feast my eyes on her. She asked me what’s wrong and I mumbled ‘nothing’ she laughed and said….’ Tell you what let me feed you’ I was like totally embarrassed and blushing madly. She seemed to be amused by all this, I watched in a trance as she broke the sandwich with her slender white hands, and placed it in front of my mouth…’open’ she said and I took a small bite. In the meantime Wagter start nuzzling against her, so she gave him a bit of the sandwich, then let him out the kitchen door. My eyes could not drink in enough of this beautiful woman my gaze followed every step she took, and when she bent down in front of me to pick something of the floor, I was entranced by the sight of tanned white thighs. Something was happening inside of me, I couldn’t explain, I felt a stirring in my penis, I felt like a cold drink bottle shaken up and open the top and I was going to explode. When she leaned over in front of me to remove the plate and glass, I saw my first breasts and nipples. I actually squirmed in my seat and shifted position as my penis was by now all hard. She seemed to find everything funny and giggled. All too soon I had to leave to go outside and help my Dad. Most of this time was spent trying to get a glimpse of Mrs Camden. LOL...I worked in a daze; thankfully my Dad did not notice anything. At the end of the day, Mr Camden came to speak with my Dad. It seemed the work would be complete the next day. Mr Camden then asked my Dad if I would like to spend the holidays at the farm, seeing I was bored at home. Also his 2 children would return from boarding school and would welcome the company. Being what the situation in the country was, this was something quite out of the ordinary, and my Dad was uncomfortable. Mr Camden assured my Dad that I would be given my own room in the main house, and they would take real good care of me. Not wanting to displease Mr Camden, my Dad indicated he would discuss with my Mum and if she agreed I could stay over. All I could think of, was wow 3 weeks of drinking in Mrs Camden with my eyes, it was going to be awesome! Amazingly, at home it was my Mum who said…’it will be good for Sal’ I was packed and ready and in the car in a shot the next day…, after having received a multitude of behavioural instructions from my Mum. When we arrived, was asked by Mr Camden to take my bags in to the house, and that Tombela would help show me to the room I was to stay in. Tombela was a rather pretty Zulu girl that worked as the maid for the Camden’s, or so I thought. In beautiful lilting English she giggled and told it was nice to see another Black face in the house, and showed me to my room. A room as big as half my house!! Still no Mrs Camden, around 12pm my Dad had completed all the work and I went outside to say goodbye. As we said goodbye and I received more instructions, a grey Volvo Estate drew up and a very conservatively dressed Mrs Camden alighted. (Even dressed in an Eskimo outfit she would look sexy). As I watched my Dad drive away, my anxiety was cut short, when she asked me to help Tombela bring in the provisions she had bought from a nearby town. She disappeared as we carried the goods inside. As we were packing stuff away inside the pantry (my first experience of a pantry. Lol), I was informed by that sweet seductive voice, ‘lunch is ready’ Mr. Camden was already seated at the end of the table and I was motioned to sit next to him. My jaw dropped when I saw Mrs Camden, she had changed into a white hot pants and a blue blouse, tied mid riff. I until then had never seen so much female flesh up close, long legs and bare foot again. Mr Camden laughed at my expression. I quickly averted my eyes…and he said ‘Sal in this house we appreciate beauty, so don’t feel shy to look’ Still I kept my eyes down, not knowing what was going on. He gently asked me…’don’t you think Judy is beautiful?’, when I still kept quiet it was then he understood. He explained…whatever happens in this house, he makes the rules, I must not worry about anything, only keep everything that happens a secret. Having assured me everything was okay, he asked again..’ Don’t you think Judy is beautiful?’ I nodded and he said ‘speak boy’ it’s okay ‘Judy loves being appreciated and looked at, don’t you Judy?’ She affirmed in a breathless rush …’Ooooh I absolutely love it’ So when asked again, my words tumbled out…”Mr Camden, Mrs Camden is soooo beautiful, I find it hard to breathe when I look at her’ He nodded and said that’s how I felt when I first saw her, and please call me Harry and her Judy, we are friends now. Wow I had such grown up friends. Judy said….’do you like my tits’, pushing her breasts upwards with both hand, blushing like mad, I nodded…and she said….’ Sal tell me you like my tits, I like you tell me’, I looked at Harry and he nodded, and I said in my best big boy voice….’yes Judy I really like your tits’ and then giggled. ‘Mmmm if you like my tits, then you going to love Chloe’s tits, that’s my big daughter, she is 16 and will be back home tomorrow with Clarissa our 14 year old’ Now a new consternation afflicted me, here I was thinking I would be playing with boys, but these were girls, what would I do? That she would talk about her daughters like that kind of escaped me. They both laughed, and said , oh Sal you are going to learn new games that Chloe and Clarissa will be teaching you, you will just love being with them. Just be careful of Clarissa she is younger but so much more adventurous, a bit wild. Given that at the time in South Africa we had no TV, entertainment was the radio or we played board games whilst indoors. Whilst Harry went about directing and finishing off farm work outside, I sat indoors playing with Judy and Tombela, Scrabble, Snakes and Ladders, Ludo. All the while I couldn’t get enough of seeing this gorgeous woman, she would see me staring and she would smile and lick her rosy red lips. After dinner, Harry gave me my first hard liquor, a double shot of brandy. He laughed as I coughed and spluttered after my first swallow, and then instructed, ‘you sip, slowly and savour the burn as it goes down your throat. A glow seemed to follow the burn, as I drank more and finished the glass I was on an extremely high buzz. Judy came back to the lounge, and informed that my bath had been drawn by Tombela and that practice was to bathe before bed. I followed her into this large expansive bathroom and in the centre sat a huge tub, enough for several people. Tombela was there, dressed in underwear only and I grinned at her naughtily. I couldn’t believe when Judy asked who I wanted to undress me for my bath. My tongue got caught so badly she asked again…and I just pointed at her. She smiled and unbuttoned my shirt, running her hands over my chest, when she pulled my shorts and underpants down, my hands flew to cover my penis, which for reasons I didn’t understand was very hard, and sticking straight out. She gently removed my hands, and said ‘what have we here?’ In in a daze I said my penis…she shook her head and said….’no here we call it a cock and Sal you have such a nice sized beautiful boy cock’ She then stood up and motioned me into the tub. I watched in awe as she removed her clothing, mesmerised by the shaped auburn hair that appeared between her legs. I didn’t know what to look at I was in overload, her tits, her bum, her face and mouth, those legs, or that vee which seemed to be a magnet for my eyes! Unceremoniously like it was an everyday occurrence, she began soaping my body, gently washing me everywhere it was normal for me. I tensed when she moved to my bum, playing her soapy hands over my bum cheeks, then spreading them and washing my bum hole. I was beginning to feel like that stoked bottle again, something wanted to burst from inside me. When she turned me around, and touched my cock, I shuddered and shook and stuff shot out my cock splattering her. Embarrassed I started to apologise and she shushed me with a finger on my lips. She stood up, and then began my lesson in female anatomy, caressing her body in front of me, she proceeded to teach me about her body……”you already know my tits, now meet my beautiful cunt’ as she reached down and spread the hair at the vee of her legs…I watched in silence aware my cock was hard again. ‘This is my cunt, which loves to fucked by cock, and sucked and licked’ See this button, it’s my clit it loves to be touched and sucked” Turning around and bending over slightly, I got my first vision of a female bum hole…’this is my arsehole, say arsehole’ she asked me…’arsehole’ I repeated in a trance. ‘My arsehole’ she said spreading her cheeks as I saw her puckered, whorled hole, it was so beautiful I desired to kiss it, but remained motionless, ‘this is my special friend’ she gasped as her fingers ran over the pucker. ‘I always want tongue, cock, anything in it, if you make it happy, there is nothing I will not do’ she exclaimed. I was so entranced I had lost all reality of everything else around us, and a load grunt, broke my reverie. I watched in amazement as the biggest cock (on the planet it seemed) disappeared, down Tombela’s mouth. Harry grinned at me, as Tombela sucked, licked and swallowed his big cock. Suddenly my hard boy cock was engulfed by a warm cavity, and I looked down to see Judy take my cock in her mouth, mumbling…’Oooh I love boy cock, so tasty boy cock’ Sucking me into her lovely mouth, swirling her pink tongue all around my brown cock, I was struck by the colors, white face, pink tongue, rosy lips, brown cock, just seemed so hot. I didn’t last long and blasted again, this time into her mouth….she moaned…as she sucked on my rapidly diminishing cock…. Getting out from the tub, she hurried over to Harry and kissed him, moaning all the time how tasty my cum was….Harry stuck his tongue in her mouth and agreed with her and said…’next time I’m drinking from the tap’ LOL my understanding on that would come later that night…….. Judy pulled me out of the tub, the water being cold by this time, and vigorously towelled me dry, and indicated to Harry….’take Tombela into the room, we coming’ When we got to the room, I was greeted by the sight of Harry on top of Tombela, her slim black legs wrapped around his middle…she was crying out….’Ooooooh fuck meee, fuccckkk meee, I love your big cock in my cunt Mr Harry. Judy pulled my down to eye level so that I could get a real close up, of Harry’s monster driving in and out of Tombela…..He was it seemed lost in delirium as he pistoned in and out her cunt. He pulled out of her, and as he did, Judy grabbed his monster cock and began sucking it, licking it up and down. Harry in the meanwhile positioned Tombela on the bed on her hands and knees, her arse sticking up in the air. Taking her mouth of Harry, Judy began kissing me, moaning in mouth…’taste Tombe’s cunt juice and Harry’s cock’ I kissed harder and sucked on her tongue. When she let me up for a breath she pointed out Harry languorously tonguing Tombela’s arsehole, who was gripping the bed linin with her hands and teeth and moaning. Judy said..’watch’ and I was amazed, as Harry stood up, and rubbed his cock all over Tombela’s arsehole, then he started pushing the end into her pucker. I watched as the head started to disappear, Tombela started sighing. Slowly and inexorably I watched that massive rod, sink into Tombela’s arsehole. When he was all the way in, he stopped moving, and grinned over his shoulder at me…’ Fuck boy, when you get into arsefucking you going to know what I’m feeling right now, Outa this world, having your cock in a tight arse hole…..God it’s so good’ Tombela meanwhile became vocal, ‘please Mr Harry fuck me, fuck my arsehole hard, please fuck meee, I want to feel it fucking meeee, she was like sobbing, pleading, begging! Judy started sucking my cock again which by now was rock hard again….she started extolling on the rejuvenation capabilities of boy cock will she sucked me. Suddenly like she had enough, she stood up and said….’it’s time for you to taste my cunt’ I was ready to walk on fire for her, if she asked me. She lay down beside her arse pounding husband and spread those lovely long legs for me. Motioning me forward, I bent down and took my first tentative lick, and then dove in….I was in heaven, oh how lovely the taste, the fragrance, I was hooked. No technique but boy was I enthusiastic, I sucked and swallowed for all I was worth. This was my favourite dish ( I had not tasted arse yet). Every time I got to the top of her cunt, Judy would moan louder and thrash about more, I soon figured out that the clit she showed me was the key. So I would suck from bottom of her cunt, gathering all her juices in my mouth, swallow then spend a few minutes on her clit. Repeating this seemed to have worked, as she screamed and squeezed my head between her thighs, before shaking uncontrollably. Little did I know, I had brought orgasm my first lady!! She pulled my up to her, and used her tongue, sucking all the wet cunt juice off my face…kissing me, telling me how wonderful I was, I did it like as good as anyone who ever sucked her and made her come, probably even better…I was beaming!! Harry still fucking Tombela’s arse, patted me on the back, way to go boyo! Suddenly Harry sped up his fucking, and Tombela moaned…’I want it, give it to me, please Mr Harry cum inside my arsehole. Harry tensed up and a moan escaped him as he came inside of her arse. As he pulled out, his cock wet and browned I could only assume was mess from Tombela’s arse, I could be yet again amazed as Judy grabbed at Harry’s cock and swallowed it down, sucking up and down on that big cock even though it had been up Tombela’s arse hole. Tombela, arse still in the air, obviously knew what was coming next, as Judy attacked her arse with tongue and mouth, sucking up and licking with a relish. I found the entire thing strange, yet my cock was telling me a different story, it was harder than it had ever been. While Judy was busy on Tombela’s arsehole, I felt lips around my cock, and there was Harry sucking my cock. It was different from Judy, as he seemed to inhale my cock in one go, then slowly let it out his mouth, then repeat the process. I kept my eyes fixed on Judy sucking on Tombela, as I felt that explosion starting to come..my cock spurting in Harry’s sucking mouth.. The entire thing was too much for me, and I collapsed, passing out! My next thought was on awaking the next morning, thinking I had, had some tremendous dream, until I heard a dog barking and looked at my surroundings, realising last night was no dream, it was a real as could be. As much as had happened the previous, night I had still not fucked anyone….I lay idle thinking of what new experiences the day would bring me, and I had 3 weeks to go still…

Mary Had a Hot Ram Chapter by David Crane --------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 Mary Wilson had a little lamb. His fleece was white as snow and he followed her to school and all that shit, but the nursery rhyme stuff stopped there -- because the little lamb grew up to be a horny ram. The ram was a powerful creature with swept-back horns, mighty shoulders and piledriver haunches. He remained white except for a black face and black rings around his legs just above the nimble cloven hoofs. He had golden eyes. He had the long flowing beard of a patriarch, but his balls were full of youthful cum. He had a huge prick and massive balls. In the prime of life, the ram would have been ready to challenge all other rams for the right to fuck the fat, woolly ewes that grazed on the green hillside, for he knew his rightful place. But it had been reared as a pet. And the ram often turned a glow �ing golden eye on Mary and his thoughts were hardly sheepish ... Mary Wilson was a teen by the time the ram was in his youthful prime. She could hardly fail to notice the change in the beast. As a soft woolly lamb she had named him Cuddles but as he grew into a powerful hard-muscled creature the name had seemed rather silly and she had begun to call him Rocky the Ram. Mary was growing into a nubile young lady at the same time that Rocky matured into potency. Mary was still a virgin and quite innocent, although, being a farm girl, she knew all about the way that animals fucked and observed those bestial fuckings with interest. She wasn't sure just how humans fucked but, being inquisitive, had often listened to the grunts and the moans that drifted through the thin wooden farmhouse walls from her parents' bedroom. Fucking sounded like fun. *** Although the ram was no longer what could be called cuddly, he was still Mary's favorite pet and she often stroked and petted the p �owerful brute. She had also recently started to stroke and pet her cunt. She had discovered the pleasures of self-caress more or less by accident. One day her pussy had been particularly hot and juicy and her clit was standing out stiff and tingling. Mary had begun to rub her crotch to soothe her cunt, not quite sure what had caused the condition. Very soon, a thrill had started to sweep through her pussy. She had been surprised by such a wonderful sensation. Her hand had rubbed vigorously away. All of a sudden her big blue eyes had snapped wide open in amazement and her mouth had trembled as her first ever orgasm ripped through her. She had been almost frightened by such intense feeling. After she'd finished coming and her cunt had cooled down, the girl had thought about what had happened. She had a strict upbringing. Anything that felt that good, she figured, just had to be a sin. She vowed never to rub her cunt again. Fifteen minutes later she frigged hersel �f off again. Since that day of discovery, Mary began to give herself handjobs with regularity, at least once a day. Her hands felt so lovely that the girl just had to wonder what a cock or a tongue would feel like. There was a girl in her school -- a one room country schoolhouse -- who had a bad reputation. Her name was Lulu May Dickens and it was rumored that she had gone all the way with more than one of the lusty local lads. Mary placed little stock in such gossip as a rule, but she thought that Lulu May looked like the sort of girl who had been naughty. Mary was eager to ask Lulu May about such things. But Mary was shy. She couldn't think of a way to bring such a subject into the conversation without becoming embarrassed. One fine spring day, Mary was sitting on a fallen log out in the back forty, out of sight of the farmhouse, watching the fluffy white clouds drift across the bright blue sky and thinking about this and that. Mainly she was thinking about sex and trying �to figure out how to ask the advice of Lulu May without seeming to be too interested, to find out about naughty things without acting naughty. She was wearing a checkered dress and a blue bonnet with a pink ribbon. Under the dress, she wore nothing. Being a young farm girl, Mary did not have any sexy underwear. She had no money of her own with which to buy any. The local general store didn't stock anything like that anyhow, and her mother always bought her plain white panties and bras as unshapely and restrictive as armor plate. Mary hated those awful undies. So she had taken to not wearing them. She liked to know and feel that she was naked under her dresses. It gave her a thrill. It was also handy for frigging herself off. It was a bother to have to remove her panties when she felt like a quick fingerfucking and if she left them on she always got the crotchband soaking wet, which was awfully embarrassing when her mother washed them in the tub. She hadn't y �et decided if she would give herself a handjob today. It was a Saturday and she had slept later than usual. By the time that she awoke, her mother was banging the gong to announce that breakfast was on the table. Usually on Saturday mornings when she didn't have to hurry to get to school, Mary liked to stay in bed and enjoy a long and leisurely fingerfucking session. This morning she had been forced to make a choice -- she could miss breakfast and have a good come, or she could forego the pleasures of her pussy for those of her tummy. Mary had a healthy appetite and she could smell bacon and coffee. Furthermore, having just awakened, she had not had time to think the sort of thoughts that usually got her cunt smoldering. Anyhow, she reasoned, she could always fingerfuck later on if she wanted to. So she went down to breakfast. Then she had wandered out to the fields. Now she began to squirm on the log as, thinking of the things that naughty Lulu May might have done, she ıbecame aroused and horny. The idea of fingerfucking herself in the fresh air was attractive. An outdoor handjob seemed sort of wholesome. She was in no hurry to come. Coming was the best part, certainly, but Mary liked to enjoy the build up and the preliminaries. She looked around to make sure that there was no one who could see her, then, smiling, she began to unbutton the front of her dress. Spreading it open, she tilted her face down and looked at her tits. They were lovely tits. Mary had been amazed when they first became so large and shapely, and she admired them a great deal. Her tits were full and firm, and her nipples were big and fat. When they got stiff, as they were now, they stood out like little pink spaceships ready to be launched. She knew that the boys in school looked at her tits a lot. But they looked at the rest of her, too. Mary's ass was shaped like a teardrop, firm and sweeping. Her waist was tiny and her hips were rounded. She had long, shapely legs tha �t seemed to have been designed for wrapping around a man's haunches as he fucked her and had a gently sloping belly fashioned to pump a man dry. Her face was well matched to that splendid body. She had big blue eyes that looked innocent when they were wide open but not so innocent when they were narrowed with desire. Her mouth was wide and full and sensual, the lower lip slightly turned down in a cute pout. Her hair was thick and blonde, like coils of spun gold tumbling to her shoulders, cascading over her cheeks. Now she gazed down at her tits. As she looked, as if her vision were gently caressing her, her nipples began to grow and stiffen. She cupped her tits in her hands, lifting the plump tits and pushing them together into deep cleavage. Cupping her tits in her palms and fingers, she began to seep her thumbs back and forth across the nips. She was starting slowly. Mary hadn't yet decided what to think about, what fantasy to employ while she worked on her hot cunt. Usually she t ˚hought about Jimmy Wilson or George Hubble. They were the best-looking boys at her school. But sometimes she liked to think about nameless strangers. Sometimes she fantasized about more then one nameless stranger at once, imagining what it would be like to have two or three horny young men fondling her at the same time. She had even pretended that she had sneaked into a monastery where monks had been without women for years, and she had fantasized about a jailbreak, when a dozen escaped convicts who'd had nothing better than their own fists for their long incarcerations raped her. Mary was a normal heterosexual girl. She had never thought about doing anything naughty with another girl -- yet. Nor had she ever thought about fucking with an animal. Like, say, a ram ... Yet there had been a nagging sensation, a dark thrill that was not yet knowledge the last time she had fondled Rocky the Ram. Mary had felt the sexuality of the potent beast. His powerful muscles had trembled and vibrated un �der her hands and his head had tossed about as he snorted with vague significance. The girl had become sexually aroused and had had to rub herself off three times afterwards before she was satiated. Yet she was still innocent and did not realize that it was the ram who had turned her on. And perhaps the ram had not yet realized why his balls had bloated and his big prick tensed as Mary petted him. Both girl and ram both sensed what they did not yet realize ... Mary squirmed on the fallen tree, the rough bark stimulating her juicy pussy. She lifted her tits higher and ducked her head lower, pushing her tongue out. She began to lick her stiff nipples. She was lucky, she thought, that her tits were big enough so she could mouth her own nips. She would be even luckier when she got some handsome boy to do it for her, she figured. She lapped away, her face turning as she switched back and forth from taut tip to tip. Then she gently slurped one nipple into her lips and beg �an to nurse. Her nipples seemed to explode in her lips. She switched to the other. It was like a stick of dynamite. The rippling thrill ran through her tits and rushed down her belly and swirled in waves in her crotch. She could feel her clit expand just like her nipples. She wished that she were agile enough to get her head down there and tongue her sparking clit. But she knew that she couldn't. She had tried once. She had sat on the edge of her bed and bent down as far as she could go, but her tongue had fallen just short -- frustratingly short -- of her creamy cunt. Then she had leaned back and had thrown her ass and hips up, her feet over her head, and had tried to get at her tasty-looking pussy that way. But she had failed by inches again. Her cunt, just over her eager upturned face, had fluttered and the cuntlips had unfurled and a drop of hot cuntjuice had fallen right onto her straining tongue. Mary had let it run around on her tastebuds for a moment �, finding it delicious, then had swallowed it down. Her failure had left her pussy smoldering. Her fingers had done the job but she still yearned for a nimble tongue to lave her cunt. Mary mouthed her tits and nipples for some time, growing hotter by the second. Then she hiked her ass up from the log and drew her dress up above the waist. Parting her sleek thighs, she gazed down at her pussy. She was very fond of her cunt because her pussy gave her so much pleasure and was looking forward to the day when her cunt would be giving someone else pleasure at the same time. Her cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower, opening to the morning sunlight and still streaked with pearly dew. Her pussy had opened and was flooded with cuntjuice. The darker inner flesh was streaked with fuck cream and her clit button stood out in a taut nugget. Not touching herself with her hands yet, the oversexed farm girl caressed her cunt with her vision. She licked her lips. She be �gan running the tips of her fingers slowly up the velvety flesh of her inner thighs, teasing herself, stopping just short of her pussy. She wriggled on the log, starting to pant. Her fingers traced up the creased folds where her legs joined her pelvis, running parallel to her steaming cunt. She flicked a fingertip over her clit. She shuddered all over with the sensation. Bringing her hand up to her lips, she moistened her fingertips with spit, then flicked them over her clit bud again. When she brought them back to her mouth, she could taste her own delicious cuntjuice. She was starting to really squirm by this time. Her slender back arched, her fat tits thrusting out. She looked past those looming tit globes as she eyed her pussy. She began to fondle her cunt with both hands. With one hand she stroked her turbulent clit. With the other, tilting her wrist, she slowly and steadily fucked three stiffened fingers in and out of her hole. Her cunt sucked on her fingers, the in �ner muscles contracting as her hole dragged and pulled. Her love button expanded and fluttered. Her eyes had narrowed and her lips parted, her pretty young face contorted into a mask of pure passion. She was panting like a steam engine and hot flashes ran through her body, melting her loins and shooting like an electric current up the smooth flesh of her trembling thighs. She was almost ready to cream. She fucked her fingers in steadily and strummed her clit as if she were playing a banjo. The wild thrill increased, the passion waves coming higher with each joyful spasm. Just as the horny girl was about to reach the crest, she realized she was not alone. She was being watched! "Oh!" she cried, blushing with embarrassment. Her hands stopped moving. She was about to pull her dress down to conceal her creamy shame. She looked about frantically, wondering who was watching her. Was it one of the farmhands or, worse, her daddy? Then she saw the eyes that were fixed upon � her. They were golden eyes. Rocky the Ram was watching the horny girl masturbate ... Chapter 2 Mary's first feeling was relief. It would have been mortifying to have a human see what she had been doing, but the ram was only a dumb animal. Yet she still felt embarrassed. Animal or not, he was giving her a very strange sort of look. Did a ram know about handjobs? They certainly weren't equipped for such things, not with those cloven hooves. But did they understand how talented a hand with an opposing thumb was? Did Rocky realize Mary was doing something sexual? The girl still felt embarrassed. And she still felt horny, too. She had been just about to come when she had been interrupted. With her orgasm stopped at the last moment, her cunt was steaming and her clit was throbbing with a terrible immediacy. She wished that the ram would wander off so that she could finish her handjob. She just couldn't bring herself to continue while those gold ∆en eyes were fixed upon her. Then Rocky stepped out of the bushes and slowly advanced towards the frustrated girl, a speculative look in his elliptical eyes. He was stepping lightly, almost gingerly, placing his cloven hooves with care. Mary noticed that his prick was semi-hard. She supposed that the ram was out looking for a plump sheep to fuck. Why else would his cock be getting hard? Surely it could have nothing to do with her. Rocky moved up and stopped just in front of her, dipping his big horned head down and pawing the earth. Mary began to stroke his hairy neck. She could feel the pulse beat there, drumming steadily. His whole body seemed vibrant, and the girl could not help but gaze under his belly and look at his cock. She saw that his dark-gray balls were like inflated balloons, full of sap. His prick stuck out in a great loop, not really rampant yet but coiling from his loins, the knob starting to squeeze out from the woolly � sheath. His cockhead was dark, almost black, a startling contrast to his fleecy white coat and woolly stalk. His cock was a lot bigger than a human prick, she calculated, for although she had never had anything to do with a human prick she didn't think that a cock that big would fit in a pair of trousers. She stroked the ram's hairy flank. His cock quivered, hardening more. Mary had an unholy urge to touch the ram's prick. She wanted to find out what a cock felt like. But she struggled against the urge, knowing that touching a prick was a very naughty thing to do. The ram stepped sideways, his hind-quarters turning as if he realized what she was thinking and was presenting his prick to her. Mary shook her head, shuddering. No! I won't touch him there! she thought. She closed her eyes to lessen the temptation, for his prick was a sightly slab of cockmeat. She felt the ram's breath billow over her bare tits, then waft over her thighs ◊. Although her dress was still hiked up above her waist, she had closed her legs. But, as she felt the ram's breath bathe her loins, her thighs trembled and very slowly parted. It couldn't be really naughty just to let the brute breathe on her, she thought. Just to see what hot breath felt like on hot cunt, just out of curiosity -- harmless curiosity. That breath billowed into her groin. Then the ram thrust his muzzle in and began to nibble very lightly at her pussy. Mary gasped. She started to push his head away, then stopped because that gentle nibbling felt awfully good! It was amazing how soft the beast's lips were as they pulled so tenderly on her overheated flesh. She felt her cuntlips ripple and spread. Her clit sparked. The ram's soft tongue began to slurp right up her wet pussy. Mary realized suddenly that she would be able to have an orgasm if she let the ram keep nuzzling her. She knew she ought to stop him. But she had been longing for � the feeling of a tongue on her pussy, and that long, hot, soft tongue felt absolutely wonderful. She didn't have the heart to stop the beast as he licked her pussy. She opened her eyes, staring down, watching his tongue lave her creamy cunt. She wailed, dizzy with lust. She folded one hand in his long flowing beard and wrapped the other fist around one of his heavy curved horns, as if to hold him in place. But Rocky did not need to be held there -- he was savoring the taste of human cunt, just starting to get the idea that a human female had the same sort of cunt that a sheep had. He was wondering if that pussy could be used for the same purpose. "Oh-oh-oh!" Mary gasped. The thrill was racing through her cunt again. She clung to his horns and beard and her hips began to pump. Her belly heaved and her juicy ass churned about on the log as she worked her cunt around on the ram's snout. Ribbons of cuntjuice poured down her crotch. The ram lapped the sweet fuck juice up. T �rickles seeped down into the taut crack of her ass and the ram's tongue slid up, gathering the cuntjuice from her ass and then sweeping on up her crotch and over her clit. Mary arched her back. Her bonnet fell off. Her knees rose up and she clamped her smooth thighs around the ram's mighty shoulders as she ground her crotch around in his face and on his sweeping tongue. She was doing a wicked thing, a sinful thing. But the thrill was all the greater because of that! Then the thrill was as great as it could get. Long lateral waves of lust passed across her belly and met the electric current that sped up her thighs, the separate spasms meeting in a surging storm in her cunt. Mary was coming. The thrills came faster and higher, running through her in such rapid sequence that soon they were merging together. One prolonged height of bliss seemed to racked her cunt. Her cuntjuice gushed out i �n a deluge. Rocky lapped the fuck juice up with relish. At long last her orgasm ended. She stopped thrashing about. Her pussy still tingled in the aftermath of her climax. The ram continued to lap and nibble at her cunt as if to make sure that he had worked off every spasm and lapped up every drop of fuck juice. Then he raised his head and gazed at the young girl with a curious expression. Mary was blushing furiously. Even though he was only a dumb animal who probably didn't even know what he had just done, she could not help but be embarrassed at having allowed a ram to tongue her cunt to climax. Yet it had been wonderful and, even as she blushed with the shame of it, she was wondering if the ram had enjoyed licking her pussy enough to want to tongue her cunt again. Lots of times. He had certainly seemed to relish her pussy. Now she noticed that his huge prick was completely erect, the dark knob throbbing and flaring and the woolly white ∫shaft so taut that his whole cock was almost humming like a tuning fork. Obviously the ram had gotten horny while he had lapped her cunt. The poor brute was feeling frustrated now. Mary knew what frustration was. And Mary was always kind to animals. It was only natural that the innocent young girl should think about jerking the ram off to relieve him, milking his fat prick out of gratitude and kindness. It was an act of charity, nothing else. But she had to admit that the idea thrilled her. Chapter 3 Rocky the ram was confused by his frustration, for this situation was as new to him as it was to Mary. Lapping her juicy cunt had been a natural thing to do and getting a hard-on during that tasty snack was also natural, but now the ram was confused. Mary had a hot cunt, but she was not a sheep. Rocky had never fucked anything but a sheep before and he wasn't sure if such things were possible, if the fuck could be arrange�d, if his prick would fit up her cunt. If the girl had got down on her hands and knees, the situation would have been less alien to the lusty brute and he most likely would have mounted her. But since she was still seated on the fallen tree, facing him, the dumb animal had no idea how to proceed. Mary was wondering how to go about it, herself. She had made up her mind that she was going to jack the ram off, half convincing herself that she was doing it strictly out of kindness and not because her hands were itching for a feel of that robust cock or because her eyes yearned to see the jism spurt from his prick. But she wasn't sure how to approach the task. Mary had never had a cock in her hand before, not even a human cock. She had a pretty good idea how it was done but she wasn't sure how to get at the beast or where to aim his load. Should she jack him off from behind -- from the root of his prick -- so that the stuff flew away from her? Or should she jack h�is cock from the front and let the brute come on her? She decided to play it by ear, to start jacking from halfway up the prick and see where her inclinations led her. The ram was twitching and stamping his feet. His big horns swept up and down as if he were trying to demonstrate the sort of stroking motion that his cock required. Mary slid down from the log. She was kneeling now, closer to a fucking position, but Rocky was still uncertain. For one thing, she was kneeling only on her hindlegs and for another she was facing him. The very idea of fucking face to face seemed totally weird. Mary began stroking his flank. She was delaying, struggling with last minute inhibitions. Yet she wanted to touch his cock so much that it frightened her. She wondered how sinful it would be. She wondered what the preacher would think about such things. Was it hellfire and damnation stuff, or was it Ωjust a little harmless and enjoyable amusement? It wasn't, she reasoned, as if she were actually fucking an animal. A hand wasn't a cunt. She had often stroked and petted her pet ram before, and just because she happened to be stroking a different part of his body didn't really seem to make it that much different -- or so she told herself. His cock was throbbing. She slid a hand under him, palm upward, and cupped his balls. She gave a little gasp as she felt how packed full of cum they were. She lifted them slightly, as if trying to guess the weight of the hot load. She was thrilled to feel his hard balls shift inside the dark sac. She slowly slid her hand up along the fleecy stalk. His cock pulsed and rippled. She fingered the underside of his cockhead, causing his prick-knob to flare out and throb with urgency. The ram had turned his horned head sideways, watching his mistress with his elliptical eyes, amazed to realize tha�t human hands could caress a cock as no hoof could ever do. He was starting to understand that there were things that could be done with humans that might be as much fun as fucking. The ram was quite content to play a passive role and let the girl do what she would, as long as what she did felt as good as it felt at the moment. Mary fingered his cockhead, fascinated by the rubbery texture, like a lump of hot iron encased in taut elastic. The cleft parted and Mary gasped when she saw the frothy pre-cum bubbling in the gap. She was eager to milk him off and see that lovely cum hose out of his huge prick, to feel his cock throb in her hands as he came. She cupped both hands around his prick, just behind the cock-crown, gripping his prick as if his cock were a club. She began to stroke him up and down, her hands just skimming lightly over the woolly cocksheath at first, then tightening her grip so that she was moving his foreskin back �and forth. The fleecy pelt curled up over the ledge behind his prick-knob on the upstroke, then drew back taut, causing his meaty cockhead to flare out naked and throbbing. More pre-cum bubbled out, sparkling on the dark meat of his cock-crown, running in sticky ribbons down the slope of the big slab of prick. His cockhead seemed to be burning like a coal now, almost starting to smoke. Mary was still kneeling beside him, at right angles to his cock and bloated balls. She began to inch forwards. She refused to admit to herself what her intentions were, but naughty little Mary wanted the ram to shoot on her body. Her dress still gaped open, exposing her heaving tits, and the hem was still drawn up, revealing her steaming cunt. The girl was eager to feel a load of ram jism spurt onto her heated flesh. She moved up until she was kneeling beside the ram's burly shoulder, both hands pulling and pushing up and down his prick. His cockhead was looming out right in her face. She stared at that pulsating wedge of cockmeat, trembling violently, as if in sympathetic vibration with the huge prick which was trembling so energetically in her hands. Mary was licking her lips. Oh, no! she thought! No, she would never lick an animal's cock! Jacking him off, she had convinced herself, was harmless enough and a simple kindness. And letting him lap her cunt hadn't really been a sexual act. But it would be too depraved to even dream of using her tongue on his cock! But how delicious his prick looked! She wondered what cock would taste like. With mint sauce, would his prick taste like mutton? Did cocks have a distinctive flavor? Her mouth was watering. Would a ram's prick taste like a human prick? Would a ram's cum taste like a man's? But she had never licked or sucked a man's cock, and she had never tasted jism, so there was no way that Mary could tell the difference. She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. She wanted very mu�ch to push her tongue out and take a lick. She struggled against the unholy impulse, determined not to yield to such utter depravity. Her hands pumped faster. Rocky had started to hump now, his mighty haunches bunching with muscle, fucking his cock in and out, fucking her between her hands and pushing his cockhead out almost into her face. Mary could tell he was ready to shoot. Did she realize that, positioned as she was in relationship to the head of his prick, that the brute was going to hose her face with his steaming load? She pretended she intended to have the ram shoot on her tits. She arched her back and thrust those plump tits out, ready to receive his squirting cum. But her lips were parted, too. Her pink tongue was slowly sliding back and forth across her lips. Her face was glazed with lust as she knelt directly in front of the ram's prick. Her eyes crossed, turning inwards as she fixed her gaze on the head of his cock, staring at his prick in fascination�, waiting for his cock to erupt with his volcanic coming. Rocky was humping vigorously now and her hands were fairly flying up and down on his fucking cock, pulling up to his prick-knob, pushing back towards his ballooning balls. His head was thrust out over her shoulder, the long beard trailing down her back. She felt his prick give a great lurch. The ram bellowed. His balls seemed to explode and his cockshaft spread out as the thick sap rushed up. Mary gasped and pumped back on his prick. A great geyser of cum spurted from his cock-knob. The creamy jism hosed Mary's face. Cum splashed all over her chin and her cheeks and a ribbon of slime ran across her parted lips -- where her tongue was sliding. Mary wailed with joy and kept on pumping his prick. He squirted a second mighty stream of hot cum into her face. The jism was running over her arched tongue and sliding back into her mouth. HisΩ third spurt, coming under reduced pressure, fell short of her face and dropped onto her heaving tits. That was what she had intended in the first place, Mary told herself. The first two spurts in her face had been a mistake, an accident. She convinced herself that she had simply misjudged the angle, and a girl could not be blamed for getting a faceful of animal jism by accident. Yet, even as she rationalized that, her lips were still parted and her hot little tongue continued to lap up the hot spunk. She kept stroking his cock, and he shot another dose of jism onto her tits. The head of his cock began to bob up and down and soften slightly. But cum was still pouring out. Mary gave a little squeal and dropped onto her back, squirming under the brute. She raised her knees and took the head of his prick between her thighs and massaged his cock-knob, milking out the last of his spunk with her knees. The stuff poured down the insides� of her smooth thighs and pooled up in her cunt. Her cuntjuice gushed out to mingle with the ram jism. Mary was so hot that she didn't know if she had come or not. Her fuck juices had certainly flowed, but that draining did nothing to reduce the surging lust in her cunt. His cock had stopped dripping now and her legs fell away. She rested there, spread-eagled in the grass, her whole body heaving as she panted with wild passion. The ram sidestepped away from her body. He looked thunderstruck, amazed that human hands could have brought such pleasure to him. His big prick had only softened slightly, enough to bob up and down. However, his cock had hardly diminished in size at all. Mary gazed at his cock and realized that the ram was not yet satisfied, despite shooting all that cum. And she knew damned well that, whether she had come or not, she was not satisfied either. She wondered if she should jerk him off again. As she thought about it, h�er tongue continued to glide across her creamy lips, lapping up cum. The girl suddenly blinked, as if she had just realized what she was doing, that she had swallowed a mouthful of ram spunk. And the stuff was delicious! She didn't know if ram jism tasted like human cum, but she couldn't see how any cum could taste any better! She knew it was very naughty to drink animal spunk. But since she had already done it -- although it had happened by mistake, of course -- it didn't seem to be any more wicked to finish the job. She lapped her lips clean and then leaned down and began to tongue the congealing jism off her fat tits and stiff nipples. The more cum she slurped up, the hungrier it made her. Jism was like an appetizer, she realized. Licking cum up was making her ravenous for more, for a whole load! And if the stuff was so delicious second hand, just imagine how wonderful it would be if she were to swallow a whole load straight out of the ram's prick! She eyed that �tasty cockmeat. She blushed with shame at her own desires and shuddered with the joyful anticipation. Mary was able to rationalize these things. Having already swallowed some ram cum, her sins would not be compounded if she swallowed some more of the stuff. And if the ram's big prick just happened to be in her mouth when he shot his wad, that was merely a convenience, so that she wouldn't spill a drop. Mary decided to suck the ram off. Chapter 4 She knew there was a danger that she would feel terribly guilty and ashamed of herself afterwards, but at the moment Mary was so eager to suck on a mouthful of prick that she wasn't about to let such considerations prevent her pleasure. She had often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and to have that cock shoot in her mouth. She had always thought of sucking a human cock, to be sure, but the ram's cock was a welcome substitute. She already knew how succulent his cum was. One of the things she wanted to ask her na�ughty friend, Lulu May, was what it was like to give a blowjob, assuming that Lulu May had done it and was willing to talk about it. Now Mary figured to get some cocksucking experience of her own. She sat up. Cupping her plump tits in her hands she lifted them to her face and tongued up the last residue of spunk from her tits and cleavage and sucked some from her nipples. Her crotch was awash with more of the lovely stuff and once again the girl wished that she was limber enough to get her mouth onto her cunt. She scooped a handful of cum and cuntjuice up and lapped it from her fingers and palm. Then Mary turned onto her hands and knees. She began to crawl towards Rocky on all fours. This was a position that Rocky understood -- and her velvety haunches looked every bit as mountable as any fleecy sheep's. The ram started to sidestep, trying to circle around behind the girl so that he could mount her properly and throw a ram-style fucking into her juicy pussy. But Mary turne�d with him. Rocky halted, his big head swaying from side to side in confusion. He could sense that the girl was hot for sex. Why was she keeping her head turned towards him? Why didn't she let him get behind her so that they could fuck properly? He moved sideways again. She turned with him again, advancing. Rocky halted. He was perplexed. He had been astounded when she made him come with her hands and he was an intelligent sort of brute. He realized that maybe there were more mysterious delights involved in fucking with humans. Mary crawled in face first, smiling. Her mouth was open and her tongue pushed out. The ram realized that a human mouth, open like that, was quite similar to a cunt. He could see that it would be possible to fuck a girl in the mouth quite satisfactorily. But he couldn't figure out why the girl would want to fuck that way. Did she want him to shoot in her mouth? He'd seen her licking her lips, and she certainly seemed to enjoy drinking his jism. M∞aybe a human mouth was an erotic instrument, a fuck zone unknown to the limited mind of a sheep? Whatever -- Rocky was willing. Rams have no sense of morals. Rocky didn't even know that he was participating in the terrible perversion of bestiality. But Mary knew. And it thrilled her all the more because it was so wicked! She crawled up to the ram, watching his prick sway slightly from side to side and jolt up to a new hardness. She curled up onto her flank, one knee raised, her face just in front of his cockhead. She gazed at the tasty slab of dark cockmeat, anticipating the pleasure she was going to have when she sucked his prick. Her mouth watered at the sight. Rocky stood stiff-legged and rigid, waiting to see what new delights the horny young girl had in store for him. She leaned in and her tongue fluttered out. She licked lightly at the tip of his hot prick, then drew back to let the meaty flavor tingle o�n her tastebuds, to appreciate that first taste of cock. It was yummy! Ohhhh, she thought, this is going to be fun! Ducking in again, the cock-hungry girl began to run her hot tongue all over his glistening meat, laving and licking and slurping on the succulent slab. His prick-knob ballooned in her face. She pushed the tip of her tongue right up inside his parted cleft. Then she began to sweep with long moist strokes around the fat width of the ram's cock-knob, lavishing his meat with devout attention. The more she licked the hungrier she became. She was eager for the beast to shoot in her mouth, but she was in no real hurry because she was enjoying the taste of the cockmeat that came before the creamy jizz. A thick drop of pre-cum squeezed from his cleft. She watched it run sluggishly down the slope of his cockhead. Then she gathered the drop up with her tongue and purred with joy. She had figured right -- cum was even more delicious w�hen lapped up from a prick! She tongued his cock some more and lapped up another glob of slimy pre-cum. Now she figured that it was time to take the head of his cock into her mouth and suck him to a climax. She felt an actual physical hunger for his cock and cum, along with the more subtle inner urge that was driving her towards this depraved act. Her mouth was salivating every bit as much as her cunt was creaming, and her tongue felt as hot as her clit. Pursing her lips, she kissed the tip of his prick. Then she let her lips slowly part and fed his cockmeat into her mouth. The ram gave a little lurch as she felt his cockhead buried in a human mouth and discovered that it felt every bit as good as any cunt he had ever fucked. He didn't start fucking her face yet, however. He was willing to let the girl take the initiative, introducing him to the strange, bizarre and wonderful human activity called cocksucking�. Mary was learning the joys of cocksucking at the same time. She sucked softly, her cheeks hollowing in, her lips collaring his cock just behind the knob. His cockhead flared out so huge that the sides of his prickhead pressed into both of her cheeks at the same time, giving her the look of a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts. Her lips unpeeled, almost turning inside out as she nursed on his succulent cockmeat. Her tongue switched back and forth against the underside of his cockhead, then folded into a soft, pliable bridge as she bobbed her head up and down, fucking his cock-knob in and out of her mouth and sucking on every precious inch. "Ummmm-ummm-ummm," she purred, relishing the taste, the temperature, the texture. She was salivating heavily. The ram's prick had started to drool steadily, his thick cock slime mixing with the girl's saliva. The mingled juices flowed around in her mouth, washed over her gums, and set her tongue afloat on a sluggish cu�rrent of fuck juice. Some slipped down her gullet. She was holding his prick in both hands now, not pumping his prick because she wanted to do it all with her mouth. She pushed back on his sheath so that his massive cockhead flared out in her lips. As her head bobbed back, about half of that big meaty prick slipped from her mouth. Cum and saliva steamed from the hot cockmeat, evaporating in the air as she worked hungrily on the tip. Then she ducked down and took all of the cock into her mouth again, her nose twitching as it came into contact with the curled rim of his woolly sheath. The ram began to fuck gently, not the way he would have lustily fucked a cunt. He calmly fucked his bloated cockhead in and out. The dripping tip of the prick lodged in her throat, causing her to gag, then drew out until only the very end remained collared between her lips. Her tongue was bridged under the slab, a pink carpet over which his prick could fuck triumphantly into her throat. S�he was gurgling with joy, the moist sounds muffled on his cockmeat. The knowledge struck her as much as the physical sensations. She was getting fucked in the mouth by an animal! The depravity, the degradation, the wickedness all enhanced the thrill. "Unghhh," she gasped as the huge wad of his cockhead slipped into her gullet, cutting off her air. Then she purred while the cockmeat fucked between her pursed lips, pulling them almost inside out. She sucked on the tip, milking tasty cum from his cleft. She sighed, "Ahhhhh." Rocky began to quiver violently. His cock-knob ballooned in her mouth, and, sighting down his prick, Mary saw his balls swell alarmingly. He was about to shoot in her mouth! A ram was going to unload his cock and balls in her mouth, and she was going to drink it! Fiery waves of pure passion raced through the girl. She trembled in anticipation as much as the beast. Her lips pulled, her cheeks dragged, her tongue flashed. Suddenly her mouth was full of� cum. The jet hit her throat with such force that her head was tilted back, her golden curls bouncing, her blue eyes opening wide in surprise. The ram almost blew her head right off the end of his prick. Mary stiffened and pushed her face back onto his spurting cockmeat, fighting against the tide of his river of cum with all the strength she could muster. She mouthed his prick-knob again as he hosed her mouth with another squirt. The cum-starved girl was gulping the fuck juice down as fast as she could, but the beast's load was too much for her. She couldn't manage to swallow it all. Cum filled her mouth, expanded her cheeks and, overflowing her lips, ran down both sides of her chin. She kept sucking voraciously. Rocky kept spurting jism out. Her mouth had been more effective than her hands, and he was coming with more abundance than he had when she'd jacked him off. His balls seemed to be bottomless, spinning out in an endless supply of hot� jism. At last he stopped spurting. He stood, splay-legged, his head bobbing up and down over her shoulder, his flanks heaving in and out. His prick was still in her mouth. Mary nursed on his cock, milking out every last drop of his cock slime. She used her hands to stroke his prick. Her lips pulled and her tongue flared as she made sure she had gotten every precious drop. She pulled her mouth away and his dark cockhead bobbed up and down before her face. She used her tongue to lap his prick clean, polishing the solid piece of cockmeat until his prick-knob gleamed with a wet luster like some tasty dark pearl. Then she sat back on her heels. Now that the act was over, the cocksucking accomplished and the cum swallowed, Mary wondered how she felt about it. She had expected to be ashamed of herself, to have to suffer self-recrimination and remorse. She had been willing to suffer such regrets, in fact, figuring that the delici�ous feast of cum was worth it. But now she felt nothing of the sort. With the taste of the ram's succulent cockmeat and delectable jism still lingering on her tastebuds and lips, still warming her gullet and belly, Mary felt no regrets at all. She looked up at the ram. There was a dazed look in his eyes, as if he had been completely drained and fucked-out by the tremendous force of the climax Mary had given him with her mouth. The ram stared back at her, his golden eyes fixed speculatively upon her blue eyes. Mary grinned with delight when she realized that she could look the beast directly in the eye and feel no embarrassment. She doubted she could have done that with a human whom she had just given a blowjob to. There were, she saw, enormous benefits in having sex with dumb animals. And now naughty little Mary, with the taste of cum still lingering in her mouth, began to wonder what else she might enjoy doing with the hot ram. Chapter 5 Mary wond �ered if she should let the ram fuck her. Was getting fucked in the cunt by an animal more sinful than getting fucked in the mouth? She wasn't sure. It certainly didn't seem any naughtier, but such things were hard to judge. She wondered, too, if a girl could lose her virginity to an animal. Was it the mere fact of having a prick up a girl that divested her of her cherry, or did that prick had to be attached to a human being? Maybe an animal cock was like using a dildo or a sausage or something. That would be handy, no doubt of that. A girl could get all the animal cock she wanted and still retain her purity. She couldn't be sure about it and realized that, for the sake of convenience, she might well be stretching a point. But the thought of having Rocky's massive cock fucking in and out of her pussy was awfully exciting. The ram, having come twice now, no longer felt horny. He was grazing, big-horned head down. His cock was semi-hard now, looping out in a fat c �urve, sweeping down from his loins. The dark-gray tip glistened with the polished luster that the girl's mouth had put on it. He eyed the girl as he grazed. His balls had been nicely emptied. But, still, who knew what other treats the girl might have in store for him? Not desperate with need now, the stout creature was nevertheless willing to perform whatever other strange human perversions might arise. And Mary felt pretty certain that a few strokes or a lick would soon have his cockmeat stiff again. But should she do such a naughty thing? Blowing the beast had made the girl as hot as she had ever been in her life, and her inhibitions were flagging, but still she could not make up her mind. Fucking a ram was not the sort of thing that an innocent young virgin took lightly. Mary might not have pondered the question so deeply had she realized that such things were not so uncommon as one might suppose, and, in fact, there was a family tradition of animal fucking ... � *** Early that morning, Bess Wilson, Mary's mother, had woke up feeling like a nice bit of prick. Bess was a good-looking woman. Years of hard living on the farm had not wasted her, as it often did with farmers' wives. Her skin was tanned but not leathery, she wore her hair tied back in a prim bun but it was still soft, and hard work had not made her scrawny, but had rather made her shapely. She had an hourglass figure, wide hips and big tits around a narrow waist. She came awake all of a sudden, with the sharp realization that she was horny as hell. She rested on her back and stared at the ceiling for awhile. Her husband, Clem, had not fucked her for nearly a month now, as near as she could recall. He seldom had the energy to fuck. Clem labored in the fields six days a week, long and hard. On Sundays he relaxed but, being a religious man, he believed that it was a sin to fuck on the Sabbath, even when fucking his lawfully wedded wife. Bess had made other arrangements. But whe �n she was feeling fuckable, she always, being a devoted wife, gave her husband first crack at her cunt. Clem had started to stir beside her in bed now. It was not yet dawn, for the farmer's day started early, and Bess hoped there was time for a fuck. She reached out and cupped her husband's cock and balls. His prick was soft and his balls were shriveled. She began to fondle his cock and was rewarded by a twitch in his prick and a slight swelling in his balls. He groaned in semi-slumber. Bess would have liked to suck his prick up nice and hard. She knew that a little sucking was guaranteed to stiffen even a fatigued cock. In her youth, before she was wed, Bess had been known as the best blower in seven counties and few were the local lads who had not had head from her. But Clem didn't know that. She had never given him a blow job. She had started to go down on him on their wedding night. Clem had been scandalized. "That's whorish behavior," he told her. Bess had batted her eye s and looked innocent and said, "Oh, I thought that was what wives were expected to do." "Naw, you got that wrong, woman," he said, calmed by her obvious innocence. "That's a perversion and a blasphemy." So Bess hadn't blowed Clem. She judged it wouldn't be wise to tell him that she had sucked the cocks of countless boys. In the early days of their marriage, their sex life had been adequate, for Clem was lusty enough and not yet worn out by years of hard labor. He had fucked her almost every night, but only in the missionary position and only in the cunt, to be sure, but she was relatively satisfied. But their fucking had fallen off drastically after awhile and soon Clem was only screwing her once a month or so. Bess had considered taking a lover. But she knew that adultery was a sin. So she started fucking animals instead. Just as Clem's cock was starting to get nice and hard, he gave a lurch and sat up in bed. Bess smiled at him. He stared down at his cock, which was in he �r hand. "Good God, woman!" he said. "Clem?" "It's morning! Only a whore would fondle a man's member in the cold gray light of dawn!" "But I'm feeling horny, Clem," she insisted. Clem hopped out of bed, scrawny as a scarecrow, his arms and legs flopping about like a disjointed puppet and his cock sticking straight out. He was staring down at that hard-on with a look of horror and revulsion on his face. He figured it was a sin to have a hard-on at dawn. What sort of pervert was he wed to? And it was Saturday, to boot -- the Sabbath but one day away! Clem ignored his hard-on and got dressed. Bess sighed. She got up and made breakfast. Her pussy was like a smoldering ember between her shapely thighs. Clem stared at her sadly as he chewed his flapjacks. She could tell that he was having thoughts of Sodom and Gomorrah. She wouldn't have minded a nice bit of sodomy, herself. But she knew it was useless to persist. She was thankful that she had worked out alternative arr �angements. Clem stomped off to the fields, his hogwasher overalls flapping around his skinny shanks. A little later sweet little Mary went out to wander around innocently, looking like an adorable golden doll in her dress and bonnet. Bess, dutiful wife that she was, cleaned up the breakfast table and did her morning chores. Then she went out to the barn. Ringo the bull was standing in his stall. He was a massive black brute, horned and horny. All the farmers for miles around fetched their cows over to be fucked by Ringo and never once had the bovine brute failed. He had never failed Bess either. When the woman walked into the shadowed barn, the bull raised his huge head, the ring in his nose glinting. His wide nostrils flared and, scenting her sexual heat, his prick rippled. The bull was not as intelligent or as imaginative as Rocky the ram and it had never dawned on him that fucking a human was a perversion. He merely thought of Bess as a cow and himself as a fucking machine. � Bess stood back and regarded the bull wistfully for a moment. She wondered sometimes if it was wrong to fuck an animal. She knew it was not as wrong as adultery would be and so it was justified, the lesser of two evils. Nothing could be as wrong as a horny, unfucked cunt. She stepped into his stall. The bull's big head came around as he looked at her. He was slobbering but she didn't mind -- she wasn't going to kiss him. She pulled a stool up. It was more normally used as a milking stool, but it did just as well for milking hot cum out of pricks. Sitting on the stool beside his massive flank, Bess reached under the brute with both hands and began to pull and fondle his cock and balls. She took little pleasure in this. She didn't feel at all romantic about the beast, simply regarding him as a city woman would regard her cock-shaped vibrator. But still, when she felt his massive cockmeat start to tense, then harden, the woman felt a rush of hot pleasure. Out came the bull's huge co ˇck. Longer and longer and fatter and fatter grew the bull's prick. Gazing lustfully at that enormous prick, Bess marveled that she was able to take that cock up her cunt. The huge prick-knob seemed wider than her pelvis, the cockshaft longer than her torso. Where the hell did the prick go when he fucked her? And his balls were big as watermelons. When he shot such a load into her, it was a wonder that she was not simply washed away on the tide. Thinking of being stuffed brimful of that black cockmeat made her cunt steam and cream. Cuntjuice dripped from the rim of the stool. She stood up and took her dress off, not wanting to get it soaked. Then she sat down and played with his prick some more. His cock was iron hard now and pulsating. Ringo stood patiently, enjoying her hands. He loved her nice tight pussy too. Cows were often sloppy, even with his huge cock, but Bess' cunt really pressured his prick and sucked. On the whole, Ringo thought that he preferred Bess to most any cow. The � head of his cock had started to dribble. Ribbons of milky white jism trickled down the smooth black slope of his cockmeat. Bess leaned in and tongued up a mouthful of the stuff. She had never sucked the bull off -- that would have been perverted, she reckoned -- but she did like to drink a little of his spunk once in a while. Bess had always adored a mouthful of cum back in the days when she was the champion cocksucker of the country. Now that she was married to a man who did not believe in blowjobs she had to get her cum where she could. Her tongue flattened on his cockmeat, slurping upwards, gathering up the delicious cock slime onto her tastebuds. Her saliva lathered his cockhead in place of his cum. Licking that lovely prick was making Bess so hot that she was afraid she might come before she got her pussy full, and she decided she had better get on with it. Creaming with an empty cunt had always seemed a waste to Bess. She moved the stool ar πound in front of the bull. His cock loomed out, the prick-knob extending all the way up to his front legs so that he seemed to stand astride of his cock. Bess sat on the stool and positioned her shoulders back against the rails of the stall. She needed to be securely supported or else she would not be able to wedge that bull's cock up her cunt. The stool was just the right height. When Bess arched her back and tilted her crotch up, the head of the bull's prick nuzzled into her groin. She spread her legs wide apart. Reaching down with both hands, she opened her cuntlips wide, pulling the fleshy folds over the tip of the bull's prick. Then she began to work her cunt down over his cock. It was a long slow process, but one that she enjoyed. She shot one hip down, then the other, feeding an inch of bull cock into her cunt at a time. She felt like a boa constrictor devouring a pig. The bull's cockhead was halfway up her and sh �e already felt stuffed to the brim, but she knew from happy experience that she could manage a lot more than that. Inch by inch she squirmed down. Ringo stood rigid. The first time they had fucked he had started to hump her, as he would have a cow, but that had been futile. His big, blunt prick had battered her away. So he had learned to stand stiff and let the woman work his cockmeat into her pussy. It made a pleasant change from cud-chewing creatures who stood docile as he fucked away. "Ummmm," purred Bess as her cunt spread out around that black cockhead and her clit rubbed against the smooth prickmeat. She was no longer sorry that her husband had declined her offer. She had quite rightly given him first crack at her cunt, but the bull's cock was a hell of a lot more satisfying than Clem's prick. If Clem felt compelled to rush off to plow the fields, this plowing was a welcome alternative. Suddenly his cock-knob slipped in �. "Oooooh," she cried. Her cuntlips collared his thick cock just behind the crown and his massive prick-knob throbbed within her pussy. His cock felt like a white-hot lump of iron inside her belly. Her pussy began to work on his cock, the inner muscles tightening in a series of concentric rings, sucking on his cockhead just as if she had a secret mouth in her cunt. She pushed down, taking more cock up her pussy. She had never managed to take all of that huge prick in, but she knew she could take half, and she worked towards that objective now, her belly heaving, her hips pumping, her ass grinding. She took inch after inch up her smoldering cunt. The huge prick-knob surged in, wedging a passage open, prying and levering into the depths of her loins, forging a way for the thick cockshaft that followed. Bess squirmed on that huge prick like a pig on a spit, roasting over the fires of her own passion. She had as much prick up her as she could manage now. His cock �had bottomed out in her belly. She began to turn from side to side, winding her cunt around his prick like a nut about a bolt. Slowly her pussy adjusted to accommodate that vast bulk. She tried a stroke. Her cunt was too tight still. She squirmed around on his cock some more, lubricating and spreading her well-stuffed pussy. When she stroked again, she slid up his prick, then back down on the thick cockshaft. Her cuntlips turned almost inside out as they dragged up his prickmeat, then were stuffed back inside her as she pushed down again. The bull began to fuck very gently, sort of swinging his prick in and out, meeting her cunt as she slid down. Gazing down at her belly, Bess was surprised that she could not see the outline of his cock lifted up in a furrow along her loins, pushing her innards out of place. A dreamy smile turned her lips upwards as she relished that sweet load of hot cockmeat, cherished that s �tout stuffing. Her cunt was melting like a wax candle around a flaming wick and her clit was going off like a detonator. She moaned and whimpered. The bull began to snort, pawing at the floor of the stall with one foot, his massive head swaying back and forth as if stunned by the sensation. Braced against the stall, Bess threw her legs up and hooked her knees over his cock, gripping the fat prick between her thighs so that she was mounted on his cock like a horizontal flagpole sitter. Her ass began to churn wildly now as she increased the tempo and Ringo began to fuck his prick in with vigor as they began fucking furiously. Bess shuddered and came. Then she came again. Stuffed to the gunwales with throbbing bull prick, the horny woman was going off like a machine gun, her orgasms rattling through her pussy in volleys. She moaned and wailed and whimpered. Her hot fuck juices poured out onto his fucking cock. As her pussy lubricated itself, the mighty � bull was able to fuck into her more fluidly, fucking his prick in faster with every stroke. Ringo bellowed. Bess felt his hot jism squirt into her cunt in a creamy jet. Her own multiple orgasm surged to a new peak as she thrilled to the joy of being hosed full of cum. The bull was coming by the bucketful, dose after dose of hot thick cum flooding her. Bess' steaming cuntjuice gushed out to blend with the bull's cum. At long last, the bull's balls were drained. His prick began to sway up and down, lifting and lowering the woman who was still spiked on the end of his prick. Bess continued to squirm as she worked off the last sparks and the final drops of her prolonged climax. With her thighs clamped around his cock and her knees hooked over, she rode up and down, tipping the stool over. Cum and cuntjuice ran down her crotch and spread out on the floor like spilled milk. His cock began to soften and diminish. Bess squirmed off his ⁄prick, going out inch by inch, emptying her cunt just as she had filled her pussy. When his cockhead finally popped out of her, his prick bobbed up and down. The tip was dripping, slathered with mingled cum and cuntjuice. Thick drops splashed onto her belly. Bess slid down onto the floor of the stall, sitting under the bull's front legs, watching his prick sway up and down. That black cockmeat, streaked with fuck cream and cum, looked delicious. She ducked forward and began to tongue his cockhead, gathering up all the precious fuck juices, quenching her appetite for cum and savoring the flavor of her own cuntjuice. She laved all over the prick-knob and slurped up and down the cockshaft. She crawled right under the brute and licked his collapsed balls, as if to show the gratitude she felt for the sweet load of cum they had poured into her. She licked back up to the prickhead and slobbered again. She continued to tongue the bull's prick until his entire cock had � dropped down, hanging under his loins, spent. She knew he would soon be potent again -- as soon as she needed another cuntful of big bull prick. But she was satisfied for now. She mopped her frothy pussy up with a handful of straw and put her cotton dress back on. She left the stall and walked out of the barn without looking back. Ringo was only a dumb animal, and she felt no need to say goodbye to the brute. She had kissed his cock and balls in gratitude -- the rest of the animal didn't count. Bess returned to the farmhouse where, like any good country wife who had not taken a lover, she did the rest of her chores. Chapter 6 If Mary had known that her mother fucked the bull regularly, she would probably have been less inhibited about letting the ram fuck her -- especially since she had already sucked him off. But she had no idea that her mother was a bullfucker. Nor could she ask advice of her mother, not the way she could ask naughty Lulu May Dickens. Mary had i �ntended to ask Lulu May about fucking and blowing men, anyhow, and she guessed maybe she could work in a few questions about animal fucking, making it sound as if she were curious rather than eager. If Lulu May was as naughty as she was said to be, she shouldn't object to those questions. She might even be flattered that Mary took an interest in her affairs. Of course, Lulu May might not know anything about fucking animals. If she was getting fucked by men, she might never have felt the need or the urge to make it with an animal. Mary would have to phrase her questions with a certain delicacy, to keep from causing them both embarrassment. But Mary needn't have worried. Nothing would embarrass Lulu May Dickens. Lulu May was every bit as naughty as her reputation proclaimed. She had taken over the role that Mary's mother had held years before, and she was known to be the best cocksucker in the county as well as an energetic piece of ass. Lulu May had sucked off � countless cocks. Some of those cocks had been sucked off under strange circumstances, so that Lulu May, herself, was not sure who the man or boy she had given a blowjob to might happen to be. She recognized the various cocks with no trouble. Finding a suckable prick before her eyes, she always knew for certain if it was a prick she had sucked before. But often she didn't know who what prick was attached to. Her first mouthful of cock and her first drink of cum had happened like that, and Lulu May, who had become a confirmed cock-sucker with the very first lick, never knew whom she had given her first blowjob to. Nor did she care. The prick was the thing. The man attached to the cock didn't matter in the slightest, as long as the prick was big and hard and full of fuck juice. How did this happen? Lulu May usually blew men through a knothole. Lulu May was a teen, like Mary, and she had started her sex � life two years before when she was already a nubile young lady with a lusty temperament. Her bouncy body seemed to have been constructed completely out of circles and ovals and curves, without a straight line or an angle anywhere. Her tits were like balloons. Her stiff nipples were like the valves by which those big balloons had been inflated. The cheeks of her ass were round, as if fitted behind her to counterbalance her round tits. Her thighs were rounded, her hips were rounded -- even her cunt seemed to be round instead of a slit, for that creamy fuck hole was always gaping open, the slot ready to be stuffed. Her cunt smoldered at the base of a gently rounded belly, between those molded thighs. These characteristics extended to her features, as well. She had flashing dark eyes that were usually wide open as she gazed lustfully at a young man's well-packed groin. Her lips were usually parted in a little oval of astonishment -- or as if �they were all set to be slipped over the head of a cock. She had ebony hair which she wore in ringlets, little round coils of jet that bounced gaily up and down as her head bobbed up and down on a prick. Yes, Lulu May was shapely and well rounded. And her experiences were well rounded. *** This is how Lulu May first encountered a stiff prick and dealt with the situation instinctively: Behind the country schoolhouse which both Mary and Lulu May attended, there was a two-compartment outhouse. One side was for the boys, the other for the girls. The outhouse was made of knotty pine. In the wall between the two compartments there was a knot of wood which some enterprising young boy had knocked out, leaving a knothole through which the boys could peer and observe the girls as they squatted on the wooden seat. Lulu May -- a virgin then -- had for some time been aware that whenever she went to the outhouse, a boy seemed to have a need to perform a bo �dily function. She didn't, at first, realize that that bodily function had nothing to do with voiding his bladder or bowels, but that it was his balls that needed to be emptied. But one day, as she lifted her skirt, she saw a watchful eye peering through the knothole. She was furious for all of ten seconds. Then the naughty nymphette grinned, finding that she loved the idea of having a horny young man gaze at her body. She squirmed out of her panties, holding her skirt up and parting her thighs so that he could get a clear look at her pussy. Lulu May went to the outhouse every day after that. One boy or another always followed on her heels. She knew that the boys varied, because sometimes a blue eye gazed at her, sometimes a brown or a gray eye. But whatever the color, the gaze was hot with lust. Lulu May knew that those young men must be beating their meat as they looked at her through the wall. She adored the thought of all that fuck jui �ce being spilled in her honor. She took to wearing the sort of clothing that she could easily open, so that she was able to show them her tits and her ass, and, of course, her creamy cunt. Then one day some bold lad -- she never figured out who it was -- had pushed his cock through the knothole. Lulu May had gazed at it. It was a fine big cock, the prick-knob shaped like a mushroom and hot like a poker used to stir a fire. A dark fat vein pulsated up the underside of the cockshaft and the cleft tip was parted. She could see preliminary spunk bubbling in the cleft. Lulu May was cherry. She wasn't sure what to do with that prick. But the cock was available and lovely looking. All of a sudden, the girl realized that she wanted to take hot prick in her mouth. She had heard, vaguely, about blowjobs. She guessed she wanted to blow that prick. She hesitated for a moment, then she grinned impishly, bent down, and took the swollen cockhead into her mouth. She was naive -- �she blew on the prick. But she was a natural and, as soon as she had puffed, she inhaled, ready to blow again. But she discovered that inhaling on the sweet cockmeat was lots better than huffing and puffing. She took a long, tentative suck. "Ummmm," she purred, finding that she had discovered the secret of giving head. She knew instinctively just how to go about delivering a first-class blowjob. She sucked the lucky lad off. When he came in her mouth, her dark eyes opened wide in surprise. She swallowed that thick, hot fuck juice and adored it. Back in the schoolroom, Lulu May looked around at the various boys, but couldn't decide which one she had sucked off. Whoever he was, though, he must have blabbed about it, because the next day a different prick was presented to her through the dividing wall. This prick was as big and as tasty as the first, but shaped differently, with an elongated, tapering cock-knob. Lulu May milked the prick dry. After that, the cum-hungry girl started visiting the outhouse twice a day. On every occasion she found herself presented with a tasty cock and a hot load of cum. The school teacher worried about the state of Lulu May's bladder, but made no connection between the girl's frequent excusals from class and that of the dozen or so boys who took it in turns to raise their hands to be excused. Lulu May drank so much juicy jism in the next few months that she gained two pounds. But that was okay -- she gained it in her tits. Soon afterwards, Lulu May began getting fucked by various local lads, but she still made her daily visits to the outhouse, enjoying the thrill of sucking off disembodied, anonymous cocks. The boys looked at Mary through the knot-hole, too. But Mary had never discovered the fact and, therefore, never made a point of exposing her cunt to the wall except by accident. Nor did she have to use the outhouse frequently, so no lad had ever been bold enough to push a prick throug �h when Mary was on the other side. If one had, Mary might not have had to ask the advice of Lulu May in such matters. Chapter 7 Lulu May lived on a farm bordering on Mary's farm. Though older, she was still sucking off two lucky lads every schoolday, Monday to Friday. In the evenings she frequently met young men out behind the barn or down by the river and managed to get her full share of fucking as well. But weekends were different. The boys played baseball or went fishing, and Lulu May often found herself devoid of prick on Saturday and Sunday. That was why she started fucking the sheepdog. Mary and her little lamb had fallen to a sexual encounter more or less by accident. Mary had been fingerfucking herself. The ram had been looking for a sexy sheep. Fate had thrown them together. But Lulu May was a different kettle of fish. She had deliberately decided that it might be fun to get fucked by a dog. She had been watching Old Blue round up the s ⁄heep one afternoon and had noticed how vigorous and energetic he was as he bounded about the hillside. It had occurred to her that if the sheepdog were to put that much vitality into a fuck, he would make a wonderful partner. No sooner had she thought of fucking the dog than she decided to try it. And try it, she did. Fucking a dog was as good she had hoped. In a way, getting fucked by a dog was a lot like sucking anonymous cocks through a knot hole. There was no need to make small talk, no need to kiss and cuddle, no emotional entanglements to cloud the pure pleasure of an all-out fuck. The dog put a lot more energy into fucking than most guys. His balls held more cum. It made a nice change and solved the problem of where to find some prick on weekends. Today was Saturday. Mary was pondering the fucking of her ram. And naughty Lulu May was just about to get balled by Old Blue ... *** Old Blue looked forward to the weekends more, if anything, than �did Lulu May. There was a sheepdog bitch not far away who sometimes put out for Old Blue, but she was a shaggy sort of creature and, although he didn't mind emptying his cock and balls into her, he didn't really fancy her. There was an old hound bitch in the area as well, but she sometimes gave him a nasty nip when he got too rough. Lulu May never nipped him. Her smooth, hairless loins were the stuff of doggy wet dreams. And, unlike bitches, she was always in heat. *** Lulu May came out of the farmhouse, wearing a pair of cut-off jeans that were molded around her pert ass like a coat of denim paint. She also wore a cotton workshirt with the tails tied up so that her midriff was bared. Ole Blue was in the yard, his muzzle resting on his forepaws, his fluffy tail twitching. When he saw the girl he cocked an ear. Lulu May winked at the dog. The perceptive brute gave a little yelp of joy, realizing that it was time for his weekend tre �at. He bounded to his feet. Lulu May strolled on towards a nearby fringe of trees that bordered the farmyard, and the dog trotted after her, trying to look nonchalant. The dog understood that it would not be a good idea for other humans to find out that he was putting the prick to Lulu May. He didn't think it was wrong, himself -- not the sort of thing to bar him from doggy heaven, say, the way killing a sheep would do -- but he had a pretty good idea that the girl's mother and father might not take kindly to the idea that their little girl was getting pumped full of dog prick. But it was not easy to act nonchalant when his big prick was already starting to swell with readiness. Lulu May strolled on, her juicy ass swaying. Her jeans had been cut so short that they were tucked up into a vee at her crotch and a few fluffy strands of cunt hair curled out from the taut leg holes. The crotchpiece was damp. Lulu May, wearin g those skin-tight, skimpy shorts was a provocative sight even for a dog, although she dressed more for human benefit. And she always liked to notice when her daddy stared hard at her crotch and a big lump began to grow in his pants. She wondered if her daddy jacked off while he thought about her. She wondered if, sometimes when he fucked her mother, he might close his eyes and pretend that it was his daughter. Lulu May had never fucked her daddy. But all he would have had to do was suggest it. The sheepdog was following close behind the girl, moving as if he were rounding up a stray sheep, his head low to the ground, his long tongue lolling out, his haunches raised and quivering. His prick was semi-hard and the big reddish tip had started to push out from the hairy sheath. As he hunkered low to the ground, his cockhead plowed the earth. His tail wagged, and he yelped with anticipation as Lulu May looked back over her shoulder and gave him an � encouraging smile, along with a pronounced flip of her tight ass. She moved through the fringe of trees and halted in a pleasant sunlit glade, overhung with leafy branches. The eager dog circled around her. Lulu May stretched, yawning as if with indifference, but a smile played over her full red lips and there was a glint in her dark flashing eyes. She had been thinking about getting a nice cuntful of sheepdog prick all morning and had gotten herself worked up. She untied her shirttails, then slipped the shirt off. Her naked tits were round and firm, the nipples jutting out in taut nuggets. She unzipped her shorts and tugged them down. Her pubic thicket was like a dark, wild forest and through that forest her open cunt ran like a sluggish jungle river. She sat down in the grass. Old Blue moved over to her, whimpering, his prick bouncing up and down under his shaggy belly. Lulu May parted her legs and the dog buried his snout in her crotch and began � to tongue her hot cunt. She purred, enjoying that long, moist rasping caress. Sometimes she liked to let the dog do that until she had an orgasm, but today she was more inclined to want her pussy stuffed full of prick. After a few moments of pleasant cuntlapping, she drew the dog's head away. She fondled his prick. His cock was fully rampant now, a long hairy prickshaft capped by a flushed, flaring slab of polished cockmeat. Her hand skimmed up and down the prickshaft. She tickled the underside of his cock-knob, wanting to make the brute as big and hot and hard as possible before they went on with their fuck. She touched the tip of her tongue against his cockhead, testing to see how hot his big prick was. She lapped the tasty slab of cock for a few moments, enjoying, as she always did, the flavor of hot prickmeat. The thought of letting the dog come in her mouth was attractive and she toyed with it for a few moments. She licked lightly on the tip of his cock. Bu �t once again she decided that her cunt needed cum more than her mouth did. She turned over onto her hands and knees. The dog yelped and shuffled about nervously. He was an obedient dog and was waiting for permission to mount her. Lulu May wagged her ass as if she had a tail. Old Blue hopped up, folding his forepaws around the handles of her hipbones and clinging to her haunches. She arched her back, tilting her ass up under his belly. His hot breath billowed onto her neck and he clung to her. His haunches humped, but his prick wasn't in her pussy get. The cock-knob rebounded from the back of her thigh and then skimmed up the slope of her uptilted ass. The prick was so hot she wondered if it would mark her like a branding iron. She lowered her head to the ground, leaving her ass at the highest point of her kneeling body. Her fat tits dragged on the earth. She reached back between her thighs and took the sheepdog's cock in her guiding hand. His prick throbbed and pulsed, m �aking her more eager than ever to feel his big cock fucking into her slimy writhing cunt. She directed his cockhead into her pussy and began to run his prick up and down, not letting him penetrate get. She was using his cockknob like a spoon to stir her creamy cunt. She brushed the cockmeat across her trembling clit and shuddered. Old Blue slobbered on her neck, whimpering with need, his haunches poised and trembling. Lulu May slipped his cockhead into her pussy. The moment the dog was correctly positioned, he took over. He humped, fucking the length of his long iron-hard prick up the girl's cunt with the first long rippling stroke. "Oh!" she gasped. The dog held the full penetration for a long moment, savoring the joy of having every inch of his hot cockmeat buried in a slippery human pussy. Lulu May thrilled to the sensation of having her cunt brimful of thundering dog cock. She squirmed her ass around, and her cunt began to drag and suck on the dog's buried cock. Old �Blue drew out until only the head of his prick was still in her, paused, then fucked the whole huge cock in again, plunging balls deep up Lulu May's steaming pussy. He repeated the stroke and this time she met him with a thrust, pushing her cunt back as his prick fucked up her pussy hole, then twisting her hips around as he pulled out. She was adding the friction of twisting to the in-and-out contact. His cock almost hissed as he fucked into her cunt. Faster and faster the dog fucked her. His shaggy haunches became a blur as they darted back and forth, and his prick was like a lightning bolt. Cuntjuice sprayed out of her pussy as his fat cock stuffed her cunt full. Lulu May had started a steady wailing as thrills rippled through her hot pussy, wave after wave coming higher and faster. Her ass was tilted up as the dog's huge cock fucked in to the root, and her cunt sucked on his cockmeat as he withdrew. The sheepdog's shaggy belly whacked against the girl's smooth, hairless ass, � and his bloated balls swung in and out of her crotch like the clappers of a meaty bell. Lulu May was starting to cream. She tried to hold back, tried to wait for the dog. She wanted to feel his hot cum squirt up her pussy hole before she came. She knew there was not long to wait, for the horny brute was fucking his cock into her cunt with frenzied energy, his spine curving into an S shape as his cock fucked into her cunt. His cock was swelling, spreading her pussy hole out around the expanding size. His prick-knob seemed to be reaching halfway to her throat as he bored full length and balls deep into her cunt. She felt his clinging grip tighten on her hips and heard the beast whine with frantic need. Lulu May twisted her ass wildly about, her pelvis churning and her belly pumping, her bones almost rattling under the furious canine assault. Then the dog shot up her cunt. Lulu May wailed with pure bliss when she felt that hot dose of canine cum squirt into her cunt. Like a cata �lyst, the dog's cum changed the chemistry of her cunt and her own hot fuck juices gushed out to mingle with his. Waves of ecstasy shot through her loins, and her clit seemed to ignite. Ripples flowed up her trembling thighs and electric spasms passed across her belly. All the sensations crashed together deep inside her cunt, where the dog's thundering prick was spilling its hot load. Lulu May gurgled with the joy of climax. She was having a multiple orgasm, going off like a machine gun, spasm upon spasm racking her loins. The dog, not to be outdone, was having a multiple ejaculation. Each time he fucked in, another creamy jet of jism hosed her pussy. He was pumping the stuff out in load after load, fluid rockets launched from his balls. Great creamy ribbons of cum and cuntjuice gushed from her pussy hole and flooded down her crotch. The stuff ran down her thighs and seeped back onto the dog's balls. A damp patch spread out on the ground under them. And still they �fucked on. With her cunt hole oiled by their mingled juices, the dog's prick was fucking in faster than ever and squirting out more fuck lube with every lunge. Then, at long last, he shot the final dose up the girl's cunt, and his humping slowed and faltered. He clung to her ass, his prick still buried in her pussy as Lulu May squirmed around, working off the final sparks of her own coming on his emptied prick. Finally she, too, stopped moving. They remained joined for a few minutes, both of them panting from their frenzied fucking, his prick stuffed up her cunt like a plug into a socket, a peg into a hole. Although he had emptied his cock and balls to the very dregs, that big prick was not getting any smaller or softer. If anything, his cock seemed bigger and harder. Lulu May crawled forward. Instead of separating from the sheepdog's plugged in prick, she simply dragged the dog along after her. Her cunt was molded to the shape of his cock, glued there by the sticky juice �s of their coming. The girl reached back between her thighs and got a grip on the dog's emptied balls. Holding him firmly, she attempted to drag her cunt off his prick. But to no avail. They were well and truly stuck together! This was a thing that Lulu May had often feared. She knew that when two dogs fucked they sometimes got stuck together afterwards. Now it had happened to her! How long would they have to wait before the sheepdog's prick finally softened and slipped out of her pussy? She tried to remember how long it usually took when two dogs got stuck fast, but she couldn't. Whenever that had happened, someone had come along and thrown a bucket of cold water over them. That always freed the animals. But Lulu May didn't want someone to come along and throw a bucket of cold water on her -- to have someone find her there, with the dog stuck up her cunt, the fact that they had been fucking so obvious that she couldn't even begin to deny it. Lulu May began to get wor �ried. She began to squirm and writhe as she attempted, in vain, to pluck his prick from her pussy. No matter how hard she tugged, how much she pulled or pushed, that stout cock remained lodged up her cunt. There was nothing to do but wait. But it turned out okay. It was Mary who found them. Chapter 8 Across the fertile green fields came a moving scene that might have been an illustration for a nursery rhyme. A sweet little girl with golden ringlets, wearing a gingham dress and a bonnet with a pink ribbon, walked across the rolling land, and at her heels followed an adorable lamb. But a closer inspection would have showed it a strange sort of nursery rhyme -- more of an adult tale -- because the sweet little girl was flushed with passion and her pussy was steaming between her thighs and the adorable little lamb was, in fact, a lusty ram with a big prick looping from his fleecy loins. Mary was on her way to visit Lulu May Dickens and to ask her advice about fucking animals. � Mary had enjoyed jerking the ram off, and she had adored sucking him off, and she had positively been ecstatic when the big beast shot his wad in her mouth. And she knew that now that she had started fucking around with beasts of the field she was likely to continue. A mouthful of ram prick was a lovely thing to have available. But the innocent virgin simply couldn't work up the nerve to actually go all the way with the ram -- to let him fuck her cunt. She wanted to. Blowing the beast had made her hotter than she had ever been before, and her pussy yearned for its first ever load of prick. But would fucking an animal be a mortal sin? Would such depravity leave her blemished for life, marred forever by degradation? She had no idea what sort of effect the fucking of an animal might have on her personality or on her body. She didn't even know if she could lose her virginity to an x animal, or if, once her cunt had been fucked by a ram's prick, her pussy would still be suitable for human cocks. Lovely as the thought of getting fucked by Rocky was, Mary simply had to feel assured that it would not ruin her for humans, that she would not be limited in the future to fucking with animals. The actual fucking might be better with a ram than with a man, but there were limits to such affairs. She couldn't, for instance, marry a sheep. Mary had no idea whether Lulu May was an authority on the fucking of domestic animals, but she figured that if anyone she knew did know about such matters it would be lusty Lulu May. It might be a delicate subject to bring up, it might well be embarrassing, but Mary felt that she had to seek Lulu May's advice. When she had gotten up from the ground, had smoothed her skirt down and had buttoned her dress at the front, Roc �ky had regarded her with his golden eyes. Had he expected to screw her? It was hard to say. He had already come twice and his prick was no longer rampant, but on the other hand, that big cock had not gone completely soft. Mary was sure that the ram could get another hard-on without very much effort. And if she got some assurance from Lulu May that it would not ruin her cunt for men, Mary was looking forward to jacking or sucking that big prick up to a new rampancy, then fucking him on the spot! Girl and ram, they crossed the bordering fields. Coming to a fringe of trees, with a leafy glade, Mary stopped and stared in amazement at the bizarre scene that confronted her. Then she slowly smiled. It was obviously not going to be at all difficult to bring the conversation around to bestiality. It was, in fact, the only logical topic of conversation under the curious circumstances, for there was sexy Lulu May on her hands and knees, �a sheepdog stuck up her cunt. *** Lulu May blushed when she saw Mary approach. She figured that Mary was a naive little virgin who would not understand about such things. Still, she guessed that it was better than having her mother or father discover her full of dog prick. Maybe Mary would be kind enough to fetch a pail of water and to keep her mouth shut about what she had discovered. Mary strolled up, smiling. The smile was encouraging. It was a lot better than if she had looked shocked or disgusted. "Hi, Lulu May," said Mary. Mary's little lamb -- which, Lulu May now saw, was no longer a little lamb at all -- was eyeing them with a strange expression. But it was only logical that a ram would be surprised to find a girl fucking a sheepdog. The ram and the dog exchanged a meaningful glance. The dog looked sheepish and the ram looked knowing. In fact, the two animals had met before, in the fields. Rocky had been putting the prick to a will �ing sheep and the dog, following his instincts, had tried to round them up. Rocky had been forced to butt the sheepdog vigorously, knocking him ass over heels, before he could finish fucking the sheep. Old Blue had a healthy respect for the ram. But now the ram was gaining respect for the dog because, although the dog didn't have horns, that cock that was stuck up the girl was impressive by canine standards, of course, and was no match for Rocky's prick. "Errr -- hi, Mary," said Lulu May. "What you doing?" asked Mary, grinning impishly. "Errr-ummm-ahhh-oh, shit! What the fuck does it look like I've been doing?" said Lulu May, giving up her attempt at denial. "Been fucking your dog, huh?" "Yeah," Lulu May admitted. "You don't seem surprised, Mary." Mary sat down on the ground in front of the kneeling dog fucker. She raised her knees and Lulu May, looking up her skirt, saw that Mary was not wearing any panties and that her cunt was open and fl �ooded with hot fuck juices. "Oh, I had an idea you might know about such things," Mary said. "In fact, I was gonna ask you about it. But look -- don't let me interrupt you, Lulu May. You can finish fucking the dog, don't mind me. I'll just sit here and watch." "We already finished," Lulu May explained. "Doesn't look like it." "Damned dog is stuck up me. Can't get his prick out until it gets softer." "Oh, that's kind of awkward, huh?" "Well, I'm glad that you're being reasonable about it, anyhow. Lots of people don't approve of fucking dogs." Mary tilted her head to one side. "Do you do it lots?" she asked. "Only on weekends," said Lulu May. "I fuck and suck with boys during the week." "Yeah, that's what I wanted to ask you, Lulu May. If a girl gets fucked by an animal, doesn't it ruin her for guys?" "Naw, not at all." "I'm glad to hear that," said Mary. "Why? Don't tell me you've been balling animals, too?" Ma ≥ry thought for awhile before she replied. She had intended to gradually work the conversation around to animal fucking and not admit that she had been fooling around with her ram or that she wanted to fuck him. But now, having found Lulu May in such a compromising position, it didn't seem necessary to be so subtle. Mary said, "Well, not exactly. I mean, I haven't actually been fucked by anything. I'm a virgin, really. But I got carried away this morning and --" She blushed a delicate shade of pink. "And, well, I guess I sucked my pet ram's prick." "Ooooh -- how exciting!" "I figured you might think so." "Did he come in your mouth?" asked Lulu May. "Um-hum. I swallowed it, too." "Gee, you're as naughty as I am," Lulu May said with respect, pleased to discover that her friend shared such inclinations. "Do you blow your dog, too?" Mary asked. "Sometimes. Mostly we just fuck." "And the guys who screw you can't t ∑ell that you've had animal meat up your cunt?" "Naw, no way." "In that case --" Mary said, and she glanced at Rocky. "In that case, I think I'm gonna get laid!" Rocky's big-horned head came up, almost as if he understood the girl's words or sensed their meaning. Lulu May said, "Before you start fucking your ram, do you think you might help me get this damned dog's prick out of my cunt?" "I'll try," said helpful Mary. She moved around beside Lulu May and grasped the dog's prick by the root. But she didn't try to pull him out right away. She was gazing at Lulu May's cunt. The girl's cuntlips were unpeeled around the dog's hairy cock, and they seemed to be sealed together by cuntjuice. Mary found it an astonishing sight. Mary was fond of her own cunt. Now she found that she was looking fondly upon Lulu May's cunt, wondering what it would be like to suck it. She had tried and failed to go down on herself. She wondere �d if Lulu May might be interested in a little mutual cuntlapping. But she wasn't sure how to bring the topic up, for she didn't want to give the impression that she was a lesbian. She considered the situation for a moment, gazing at that sweet-looking pussy and finding that her mouth was watering for a taste. Then she got a clever idea. She put one hand flat on Lulu May's ass and pushed while she pulled on the dog's prick with her other hand. His cock remained stuck up Lulu May's pussy. "I think I see the problem," Mary said. "What?" asked Lulu May. "All that cum and cuntjuice has sort of stuck you together like it was glue," Mary said. "I think that if I were to lick it up, it might get you unstuck." Lulu May was surprised. She turned and gazed back at Mary, her eyebrows raised questioningly. "If you don't mind," Mary said. "I mean, it won't be like I was licking your cunt for perverted purposes." Then Lulu May slowly smiled. Lulu May never object �ed to having her cunt licked. She had never been tongued by a girl before, but she figured that a tongue was a tongue and it didn't matter at all what sex the tonguer happened to be -- just as a cock was a cock, regardless of species. "Sure, go ahead," she said. "You won't think I'm a lesbian or anything nasty like that, will you?" Mary asked nervously. "Of course not," said Lulu May. Mary leaned in and stuck her tongue out. She began to run the tip very slowly up Lulu May's unfurled cuntlips, where they were spread open around the dog's prick. "Ooooh," Mary purred. Lulu May's cunt was delicious! Mary wished that Lulu May's pussy was not stuck full of dog prick so that she could really go to work on it. Lulu May began to squirm. Perhaps she was trying to pull her pussy off the dog's cock or perhaps Mary's nimble tongue was causing her to writhe about with such trembling and moaning. Mary lapped with relish up both parted folds of Lulu May's cunt and, just for the he πll of it, gave the sheepdog's balls a few licks as well. But her efforts were to no avail. Tonguing up the fuck juice was not doing anything towards freeing them. After awhile, Mary drew back. Cuntjuice glistened on her lips. Her pink tongue slid across her mouth. "I guess it didn't work," she said. "It sure felt good, though," said Lulu May. "I never licked a cunt before," Mary said, fluttering her eyelashes and looking demure. "I never been licked by a girl before, either." "I never been licked by anyone -- except my ram." They stared at each other. "We could suck each other off sometimes, if you wanted to," said lusty Lulu May, excited by the prospect of adding a new perversion to her formidable array. She found -- just as Mary did -- that the idea of sucking a cunt was every bit as thrilling as that of being sucked, that both ends of the arrangement would be equally enjoyable. "I wouldn't mind," Mary whispered. � "But we got to get the damned dog out of me first." "I guess we'll just have to wait." "Yeah. But while we're waiting ..." Lulu May began, and she grinned with anticipation. "I mean, my cunt is occupied, but there ain't nothing in my mouth." "Ooooh! Will you?" squealed Mary. "Sure, if you promise to do me afterwards." "I promise! I promise!" "Why don't you sit in front of me then?" suggested Lulu May. Lulu May loved the idea. It was kind of boring, kneeling there with nothing to do while she waited for the dog's prick to shrink. And the naughty teenager could think of no better way to kill a few minutes than by sucking her first cunt. Chapter 9 Mary moved back around in front of the kneeling girl. Lulu May was on her hands and knees and Mary felt upright. Mary began to open her dress. She didn't know if Lulu May wanted to play with her titties before going down on her cunt but it seemed like a good idea to bare thos �e plump tits anyhow. She pulled the front of her dress apart and arched her back, pushing her tits out. Lulu May leaned forward and lapped at a nipple. She switched across and licked the other nipple. Then she began sucking on the stiff nips, pulling them between her lips and nursing gently while she purred happily. Mary swayed back and forth. She placed one hand alongside Lulu May's cheek. Lulu May tongued up the deep cleavage, lapping around the tit globes, working back to a fat nipple. She could see why boys like to suck tit. And it was making her hungry for the juicier main course that was soon to follow. Supporting herself with one hand, she reached out with the other and groped up under Mary's dress. She cupped the blonde girl's creamy cunt in her palm, squeezing gently. Cuntjuice poured out. If that pussy tasted as good as it felt, Lulu May reckoned that she was in for a real treat! Her tongue was tingling and her mouth was drooling in anticipation o �f a hot cunt. Mary cupped her tits, lifting them and pushing them together as she thrust them out into her friend's face. She liked to suck on her own nipples, and now she found out that it felt a lot better to have someone else doing that sucking. She could have enjoyed having her tits mouthed for ages -- maybe even gotten her rocks off that way -- but, with the far more thrilling prospect of having her cunt licked, she couldn't bear to linger too long over the pleasant preliminaries. She drew back. Lulu May craned her neck out, lapping at a retreating nipple, but then she realized that it was time to move on to the main course. She smiled expectantly. Mary sat back in the grass and drew the hem of her dress up above her waist. Her knees lifted and her thighs parted. Lulu May gazed right at her flooded pussy. Her pink cuntlips were unfurled and cuntjuice lathered her groin. Her pussy looked yummy. Lulu May began to lick her lips. Mary leaned back, supporting herself o �n one elbow so that she could gaze down and see what Lulu May was doing. She slid one hand down and opened her cunt wider with her fingertips, exposing the darker inner folds, which were streaked with pearly nectar. Lulu May gave a little squeal. Leaning down, she began to run her tongue up the insides of Mary's thighs, switching from leg to leg, stopping just short of Mary's foaming crotch. Mary squirmed and whimpered, waiting to feel that hot tongue make the vital contact. Her clit was pushing out, stiff and swollen, as if reaching for that tongue. "Ooooh -- do it," Mary moaned. "Lick my pussy, Lulu May." Lulu May ran her tongue through Mary's golden cunt curls and licked up the creases where her legs joined her torso. She could feel the blazing heat of Mary's cunt against her cheek. It was like looking into the open door of a furnace. Lulu May slowly slid her tongue up Mary's soaking pussy. "Ummm," she purred, as the succulent flavor of a ju fiicy cunt tingled on her tastebuds. Mary whimpered with joy as, for the very first time, she felt a tongue lap on her pussy. Having her cunt licked was as good as she had hoped it would be. "Yummy," purred Lulu May, and she licked again. She began running her tongue up the cunt and over the clit, then stabbing it right up the smoldering pussy hole with a fucking motion. Just as she had when she had first sucked a prick, talented Lulu May discovered that cuntlapping was an instinctive thing and that she knew just how to do it without any practice or training or previous experience. Knowing how she liked her own cunt licked, the horny girl proceeded to do it to her own taste. Mary was going wild. Her ass churned about in the grass and her hips began to jolt up and down as she ground her pussy around in Lulu May's willing face. She was panting and moaning with joy. Lulu May had used only her tongue at first but now she parted her lips and fitted her mouth over Mary �'s foaming pussy and began to suck steadily. Cuntjuice flooded over her tongue and poured past her parted lips. Her mouth was stuck to Mary's cunt like a suction cup plastered over a drain, nursing lovingly on the creamy feast. Cuntsucking was as good as cocksucking, Lulu May realized. It was just as thrilling and, if anything, tastier. She was eager to bring Mary off, to have a cunt melt in her mouth for the first time, to drink the fuck juice of a girl. Her hands slid down and cupped Mary by the haunches, holding her as if her loins were a bowl into which she was dipping her head, lapping up the creamy fuck juice. Mary's thighs clamped around her head for a moment, then flew wide apart again. The blonde girl was vibrating all through her nubile body. She was so hot now that her whole being seemed to have become a fuck zone, melting with rising lust. "Come," Lulu May purred. "Ooooh, cream for me, Mary!" Mary wailed, her hips grinding as she worked towards that end, thril led by the knowledge that the other girl wanted to milk her off as much as by the sensation of the sucking. Lulu May slurped cuntjuice out by the tongueful. The stuff dripped from her tongue and slathered her lips. She swallowed and sucked, sucked and swallowed. Mary began to melt. The sheepdog and the ram looked on in wonderment. Still mounted firmly on Lulu May's vibrant haunches, his cock still buried up her cunt. Old Blue was staring over the girl's shoulder, amazed to see her tongue lapping merrily away on the other girl's cunt. Rocky had moved closer, his golden eyes wide with astonishment as he observed this strange scene. Was there no end to human perversion? He had lapped Mary's cunt himself, but that was only normal. To the ram, the concept of bestiality was not nearly as deviate as that of homosexuality. The dog felt the same way. He could understand why his mistress liked to suck his prick, but he couldn't see why she would want to lap a cunt. The two confu �sed animals looked at each other, sharing a sense of bestial bewilderment. Their expressions were very nearly human. What strange and mysterious longings worked in the minds of women? What dark desires motivated them to such an unlikely thing? Yet, weird and incomprehensible as it might be, it was obvious that both girls -- the sucker and the suckee -- were enjoying the juicy cunt-lapping with equal pleasure. The dog's cock, still stiff and stuck fast in Lulu May's twat, began to tingle with new arousal. The ram's prick began to harden and throb. Neither animal understood the situation, but they were getting turned on by it. And it seemed likely that, very soon, there was going to be a demand for some stiff animal prick. Chapter 10 As Lulu May gobbled hungrily away at Mary's sweet pussy, she realized that a subtle transformation was taking place in Old Blue's prick -- a change in purpose rather than magnitude of intention rather than dimension. That large cock was stil ◊l jammed tight up her hole but instead of merely plugging her, his cock had begun to surge and flare and throb. Her cunt, too, was changing. She was getting plenty excited while she sucked Mary's juicy cunt and the excitement registered in her own cunt. Her pussy was getting hot and lubricated and was starting to ripple upon the fat prick that was stuck so snug into her cunt. Old Blue drew his haunches back. This time, instead of dragging her cunt with him, he managed to slide his prick out a few inches. He poised, about half of his thick cockshaft drawn out of her, the hairy prick soaking in her fuck juices. Her cuntlips had collared him halfway up the shaft, pulling and sucking. His prick was like a fat, hairy spike, bolting his balls to her cunt. The cock-knob was still buried. At the other end, his balls began to expand with renewed vitality. The shaggy brute rumbled deep in his throat. Lulu May realized that the dog would be able to pull back fro �m her pussy now. But she also realized that he no longer had the slightest wish to pull his prick from her -- nor did she want him to. Without ever having gotten unstuck following her first fuck, both girl and sheepdog were all ready to fuck again. The dog slid his prick back into the root. He drew out a bit farther the next time. He was fucking his prick in and out slowly at first as he got into the rhythm of the movement, following that prolonged period of being stuck fast and immobile up her cunt. Then he began fucking with longer thrusts, but still slowly, dragging back until only his elongated cockhead remained in her cunt, pausing, then fucking the whole vibrant prick back into her creamy pussy hole. Lulu May began humping with the brute. As the fucking started again, Lulu May faltered a bit at the other end of the three-way link up, losing her attention and concentration. Her mouth was still clamped devotedly to Mary's cunt, her head still buried in that golden groin, �her tongue still lapping, but she missed a stroke here and there. She was no longer paying attention to the creamy details. Her cuntlapping had become erratic. She was concentrating on her pussy now instead of her mouth. Mary moaned with impatience. She had not failed to notice that her friend had faltered. She thrashed about, fucking her foaming cunt into Lulu May's face, her hips pumping just as if she were getting fucked by the girl's driving tongue. Lulu May realized that she was not paying attention. But by this time the dog was into his rhythm, fucking his cock in steadily. Lulu May's loins were responding automatically. She began working on Mary's cunt with renewed hunger. Lulu May loved to have sex at both ends at once. She had done it with two boys before, sucking one off while the other threw a fuck into her, but this was a new experience for her, sucking a cunt while getting fucked by a sheepdog. She was in seventh heaven. The horny farm lass didn't know which end of the ˘sexual chain she was enjoying more. Her lush hips flew about and her ass heaved as the dog resolutely fucked his prick into her pussy, burying his cock to the hilt now, pulling out easily through the hot, gliding, lubricated friction, only to fuck back in, his swollen balls swinging back and forth and his hairy cock hissing up her pussy hole. Cuntjuice poured from her pussy, pumped out by his tight-fitting cock while, at the other end, she was lapping up another creamy load of pussy nectar. It seemed as if the cuntjuice that Lulu May was swallowing was rushing right through her digestive system and pouring out her crotch. Lulu May's juicy cunt squished softly and fluidly as the dog's hairy cock pulled out, as if her loins were echoing the moist slurpings of her hot tongue as she worked on Mary's flooded cunt. Clinging tightly to Lulu May's haunches, his spine grinding into a curved S shape, Old Blue panted with his efforts and looked down past her shoulder, watching the girl tongue cunt. Rock �y the ram was watching too. Rocky was as puzzled as the dog and a hell of a lot more frustrated, because Rocky had no place to put his rampant cock. There was no way to get at Mary's cunt with Lulu May's head buried there. The hot ram moved closer. He remembered how Mary had taken his prick in her mouth and milked him dry and he could see that the girl's mouth was not occupied, unlike her cunt. He was hoping for a blowjob. But Mary was starting to come again. Glazed with lust, her eyes were narrowed and she failed to see her faithful pet standing over here, his prick throbbing for attention, the tip starting to drip. But Lulu May saw that fascinating cock. Although her mouth was clamped on Mary's cunt, her eyes were open and looking up from the girl's crotch. She whimpered when she saw how huge the ram's cock was. His prick was lots bigger than the dog's. Lulu May wondered -- and hoped -- if ≈ Mary would let her have some of that ram prick. But at the moment she had nowhere to put his cock. Rocky was standing over writhing Mary, his cock looming out over the squirming maiden. Lulu May reached out and placed her hand on top of his pulsating cockhead. Then she drew the meaty slab down, pressing the prick into Mary's face. Mary's eyes snapped open when she felt a hot tasty cockhead pushed against her lips. She began to tongue the underside of the prick-knob. Cum trickled down into her mouth. The thought of sucking the ram off while Lulu May sucked her off was tempting. But Mary wanted to get fucked by Rocky next. She'd already had a drink of ram jism, and she wanted to save the next hot load for her pussy. She lapped at the hot cockmeat for a moment, then turned her head away. The ram humped at the air, frustrated, pawing at the grassy earth and tossing his head around. But then he seemed to sense that if he waited he was ≈ going to get a treat. He backed away, his cock jutting out under his belly, dripping a trail of cock slime down Mary's tits. Mary cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy was so hot it was ready to ignite. Then a thrill raced through her, spasms of joy shaking her whole body as her heavy fuck fluid poured forth. Lulu May wailed and whimpered and voraciously lapped that succulent fuck juice up. She tongued it out from Mary's pussy hole and her lips sucked mouthfuls out of the melting cunt. Her own cunt began to cream. Old Blue was on the furious final strokes now, fucking his hairy prick in with vigor, and Lulu May's pussy began to melt around that hard hot cock like a candle around a flaming wick. He hauled his cock out. Her cunt dragged his prick back in with a fierce suction. The dog howled. His balls blew and his jism hosed Lulu May's cunt. Jet after jet of dog cum spurted into her as the brute beat his lust out upon her pumping haunc �hes. Like some well-oiled intricate machine with the batteries running down, the two girls and the dog slowed their movements. Old Blue continued to fuck his prick into Lulu May to make sure that he had emptied his balls to the dregs, and Lulu May kept squirming on his cock as she worked off the last spasms of her orgasm. Mary ground her frothy cunt around in Lulu May's face and Lulu May's tongue kept licking as, at the other end, another climax ground to a conclusion. They stopped humping. The dog panted, clinging to Lulu May's hips. Then he withdrew his prick. They had not gotten stuck together this time! The dog's fat cock came out stiff, then began to sag, bobbing up and down under his belly, the tip dripping with cum and the hairy cockshaft sodden with cuntjuice. Old Blue was finished for awhile. But Rocky the ram had a gigantic hard-on and his balls were as big as melons. Lulu May was still lazily lapping at Mary's cunt, licking up the residue of the girl' �s climax. Mary smiled dreamily. Now Mary found herself confronted by a decision. She had a cuntful of dog cum to suck and a huge ram prick to fuck, and the girl had to decide which to do first. But it was not the sort of problem that a horny girl minded having. Chapter 11 Mary was a logical girl. She wanted both thrills equally -- her first cuntful of ram cock and her first taste of pussy. It would be possible to have both at the same time, she knew, the same way that Lulu May had just done. She could get fucked by Rocky while she gave head to Lulu May. But there was a serious flaw in that idea. With a brand-new thrill at both ends of her body, she would not know which to concentrate on. If she thought about her cunt, she would not fully appreciate what her tongue was doing and vice versa. No, she guessed that it would be better to take the two treats separately, enjoying each to the fullest. But which one first? She glanced at Rocky's rampant cock. The thought was �exciting. Yet it was obvious that the ram's hard-on was not going to go away, that his prick would still be there when she chose to fuck him. On the other hand, Lulu May's cunt was full of delicious dog cum at the moment, and it would probably be a lot tastier if she ate it out now, before that slime had cooled and congealed. Then, too, Mary had just creamed in Lulu May's mouth. She owed the girl some head but, more to the point, she knew that she would get awfully hot while she was delivering that head and would appreciate Rocky's cock all the more when she finally took his cock up her pussy. With her mind made up, she smiled at Lulu May. But even if Mary had decided to get fucked before she sucked the girl's twat, Lulu May would not have stood for it. Even while Mary had been making her mind up, Lulu May had crawled forward and now she was moving up Mary's prone body, straddling her, determined to get the cuntlapping done before anything else. She paused halfway up Mary's torso. Lo ˝wering her creamy crotch, Lulu May began to rub her cunt around on Mary's upthrust tits. Mary purred and reached down, fingering Lulu May's clit bud with one hand and, with the other, guiding one of Mary's stiff nipples up the sodden cunt. Gazing at each other, the girls smiled, sharing the desire for what they were about to do together. Lulu May moved higher, kneeling astride Mary's face. She didn't lower her crotch right away but poised there, her creamy pussy over Mary's head. Mary gazed up at that feast, licking her lips. A drop of dog cum fell on her chin. She lapped it up and was pleased to discover that dog jism was as tasty as ram spunk - especially after it had been soaked in a hot cunt. She watched another slimy drop run down the folds of Lulu May's cuntlips, then drop off directly onto her tongue. Lulu May spread her pussy wide open with her fingertips. Lulu May's cunt was soaking and steaming. "I'm full of dog jism," she whispered. "Ummm -- I know," Mary purred. "Want to s fiuck it out of me, Mary?" "Yes. Oh, yes!" Mary was already lapping at the air, even before that tasty pussy had been lowered within reach of her tongue. Her head was tilted up like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Holding her cuntlips spread open, Lulu May slowly descended, her creamy pussy pressing into Mary's face. Mary slurped her tongue up the juicy cunt and her lips opened. She clamped her mouth to the pussyhole and began to suck voraciously. Dog cum and cuntjuice, all blended together into a succulent fuck sauce, poured into her mouth. Sucking a cunt was all that Mary had hoped it would be. Just as Lulu May had, Mary discovered that she had an inborn talent for cuntlapping, that she knew just how to go about it without any previous experience. A cunt was such a suckable thing that she guessed any girl must know how to do it -- and most any girl must enjoy eating out such a delectable pussy as well. Mary remembered how she had tried to go down on herself. � How silly she had been! When she had failed to get her mouth onto her pussy, she had been frustrated and had thought that she would never discover what it would be like to suck a cunt. Now, even as she was just beginning her first cuntlap, Mary was already wondering which one of the girls she knew would like to get sucked off. Mary had become a confirmed cuntsucker with the very first lick, and she knew full well that whenever there was an available pussy in the future, she was going to suck that cunt off. She was not a lesbian. That idea had troubled her in the past when she had thought about going down on another girl. But now that she was really doing it she realized that she still felt absolutely heterosexual -- as her longing for the ram's prick testified. She was a cuntsucker but not a lesbian. There was, Mary knew, a big difference. *** Rocky the ram paced about, bowl ∏egged around his prick. He eyed the girls from all angles, looking for a hole into which to fuck his cock meat. Lulu May's cunt was occupied. Mary's cunt was vacant but the girl was flat on her back and the ram couldn't figure out how he could slide his prick into her pussy that way, dragging along the ground like a plow. Mary's mouth -- how well he knew the joys of that mouth -- was clamped to Lulu May's cunt like a limpet to a mossy rock. Lulu May's mouth was empty, he saw. But she had her head turned down, watching Mary mouth her pussy, and the ram could not see a suitable angle of approach. Rocky decided he simply had to wait his turn. But he wished that the humans would finish their terrible perversions so he could get on with some wholesome bestiality. *** Mary wanted to make Lulu May come, of course, but she was in no hurry for that, for she was truly enjoying the tasty snack. She fucked her tongue up that hot �pussy hole, and her lips pulled on Lulu May's trembling clit button. Fuck juices filled her mouth and she let them soak into her tastebuds before she swallowed them. She wondered if Lulu May was jealous of the sheepdog. Maybe she would let Mary suck the dog off sometime in return for some of Rocky's cock. It was a pleasant speculation. Mary's cunt was getting hot again, heating up all by itself as she lapped at that sweet pussy. Her hands came up and cupped Lulu May by the firm globes of her ass, tilting her pelvis up as if her cunt were a cup from which Mary was drinking. That fuck juice was as sweet as honey. Mary's tongue felt as tingly as her clit. She thought that she could have an orgasm in her mouth, her saliva flowing as freely as cuntjuice. Slipping one hand into Lulu May's crotch, Mary began to push her middle finger up the girl's pussy. Then she added another finger, and yet a third, stuffing them in to the knuckles. As she finger �fucked Lulu May's cunthole, her lips sucked steadily on the girl's clit. She had sucked every drop of dog cum out now and the flavor had changed subtly. Now she was drinking fresh pussy juice, instead of a mixture of dog jism and previously spilled pussy nectar, and that hot flow was every bit as scrumptious. Every drop she drank was making her hungry for more. Then Lulu May promised her more. "Oh! Oh, I'm gonna cream!" Lulu May wailed. Her ass heaved as she ground her cunt around on Mary's fucking tongue. Lulu May's face had contorted with lust, passion masking her features. She trembled and shuddered violently as thrills began to pound through her bloodstream and rip through her nerves like a high-voltage current. "Now! Oh, Lord! Take it, Mary, drink my cum!" Mary sucked for all she was worth, whimpering with joy, as her mouth filled up with a new rush of cuntjuice, hot and delicious and foaming as it gushed back into her gullet. Lulu May came for age �s. Mary sucked out every drop and worked off every spasm. At long last, Lulu May had finished creaming, and, swallowing the final drops, Mary found that her hunger was at last slaked. But she found, too, that her cunt was hungrier than ever. Mouth and pussy became aroused in turn, and now that her tongue and lips were satisfied her cunt burned for attention. Mary smiled, her lips still clamped to Lulu May's pussy as she did so, pleased that she had worked things out so cleverly. She had sucked her cunt. Rocky the ram still waited, rampant. Now it was time for the randy virgin to get her cunt stuffed full of Rocky's massive prick. Chapter 12 Lulu May sighed happily and raised her well-sucked cunt off Mary's smiling face. Mary was coated with a film of cuntjuice from chin to forehead, and her tongue lazily licked a few glistening drops up from her parted lips. Lulu May dismounted from her friend's head. Mary sat up. "That was love �ly," she purred. "It sure was," agreed Lulu May. "I've had guys eat me out, but no guy ever did it as good as you, Mary." "It's probably because I was so enthusiastic," Mary said demurely, fluttering her eyelashes. "Yeah, I know," Lulu May said. "I loved sucking you off, too. It's funny, since neither of us is a lesbian -- but doing it is as nice as having it done!" "Ummm. It's yummy. Let's suck each other off lots of times, okay?" Mary suggested, every bit as keen on the idea now as she had been before her hunger had been satisfied. Lulu May nodded enthusiastically. She was eyeing Mary's cunt. "You mean again -- now?" Lulu May asked, her tone and expression implying that she was more than willing for another snack. But Mary blushed and looked towards Rocky. Lulu May grinned, for Lulu May was a girl who understood these sort of things and realized that sucking a cunt was certain to make a girl hot for cock. "Go ahead," she said. � Rocky understood that, at long last, it was his turn. The sheepdog -- who no doubt remembered the time that Rocky had butted him head over heels -- had been gloating, tongue lolling out, looking superior because he had had a piece of ass while the ram had not had anything. But now the mighty ram shot the sheepdog a look of disdain, and his huge prick rippled. The ram's cock was a lot bigger than the dog's prick and the dog looked abashed. The ram walked over to Mary. She began to fondle his woolly prick with both hands and, leaning in, ran her tongue over the dark-fleshed, smooth-skinned crown, leaving a trail of saliva and causing a few drops of pre-cum to bubble from the cleft. She lapped the slimy stuff up. It went well with the cuntjuice she'd just swallowed. She drew the woolly skin back, causing the head to flare out, naked and hot. She tongued all over the big meaty slab of ram cock. Lulu May felt envious. She hoped to get some ram prick fo �r herself soon, but she knew that Mary had first crack at it, especially since this was the girl's first time. Lulu May respected the giving of Mary's virginity. It was, she thought, almost a romantic situation. Lulu May called Old Blue over. His prick was soft now but a limp cock was better than nothing. She began to play with his prick while she waited for Mary to get on with the rest of her ram fuck. Mary was wondering how to do it. Should she get on her hands and knees and let Rocky fuck her cunt that way the first time? Or should she do it face to face, initiating him into a human fucking even as he initiated her virgin cunt into the joys of being stuffed with prick? She was sitting under him, rubbing his cockhead on her plump tits, ducking down to lick his prick from time to time. She just sort of leaned over backwards, arching under that cock without really thinking about it. She braced her head and shoulders on the ground and hiked her ass high in the air, her � feet flat on the ground and her nubile, nimble body arched in a wrestler's bridge. The ram's prick was sliding up and down her belly and nudging into her soft, deep tit cleavage. The bloated tip was flowing like a fountain, jism welling up between her tits, running down her belly, spurting up into the hollow of her throat. So much fuck juice was bubbling out of the brute that Lulu May thought he was getting his rocks off. But Mary knew better. She'd jacked a load out of Rocky and had sucked another dose from him, and she knew how abundant his coming was, knew that the slippery stuff pouring out now was only a trickle compared to what he would shoot when he came. Still, although the outpouring was small compared to the full load to follow, it was still welcome. Ducking her head down, Mary lapped some of the hot cock slime from the head of his prick, which was bedded between her thrusting tits �, pushing her tongue right up inside his bubbling cleft. Rocky humped, pushing his prick up through her tits and into her face. His balls dragged low down on her belly. Having already fucked her in the mouth, the dumb brute assumed that she intended to take his cock that way again once she began lapping his cockhead. But Mary arched higher and flipped her crotch up. When the robust ram drew back, the head of his long, fat cock slipped into her crotch. Not sure what to do, he held himself rigid. Mary's creamy pussy sucked on the foaming tip of his prick, and she began to rub up and down against his cockmeat, lathering her hairy groin with his streaming spunk. It dawned on Rocky that, although they were face to face, they were in a position where fucking was possible. An inverted position, to be sure, and probably degenerate, he thought, but he was so eager to get his stiff meat up the girl's juicy cunt that the ram ≈ was not bothered by such thoughts. His mighty haunches bunched with muscle, then heaved, fucking his prick toward Mary's pussy. The first thrust failed. The head of the brute's cock was too wide to slip easily up Mary's cherry pussy. As Rocky plowed into her crotch, he simply pushed her pelvis back without penetration. Bridged on the ground before him, the girl's belly rose higher and she came onto the tips of her toes, her whole arched body vibrating. Mary moaned, wanting to be full of prick every bit as much as Rocky wanted to fill her. She began to grind her crotch in a circular motion against the tip of his cock. Rocky stood rigid once again, realizing the girl's intentions. As her pussy whipped around on his cockhead, she began to open her cunt more. The tip of his dripping prick pushed into her pussy. She was screwing her cunt down on his cock like a nut onto a bolt. Inch by inch, she took his prick-knob into her loins. Rocky was snorting and Mary was whimpering. Her sweet ass swung around and around, the taut muscles contracting. Her trim belly pumped. Suddenly the whole of the ram's big cockhead slipped up her slot and her cuntlips clamped shut in a tight collar around his woolly prick. Rocky humped again. This time, with the head of his prick already stuck up her slippery cunt, he was able to fuck a few more inches of stiff prick into her. When he drew back, he dragged the girl along with him on his prick. But her cunt was starting to adjust itself to accommodate the great bulk of his cock. He pushed in again and managed to fuck in and out of her cunt. He began humping steadily. Each time he fucked in, he buried more of his massive prick in her cunthole. Mary was stunned by the sensation of having a hard, thick cock fucking in and out of her pussy for the first time. She continued to � rotate her ass and swivel her hips, winding her pussy onto his fucking prick. His cock-knob was pushing in deep now, and the woolly prickshaft was sliding in too, then squeezing back out, the fleecy cock matted and slathered with the hot juices of the girl's steaming pussy. His cock-knob felt like a smoking lump of iron as his prick probed the depths of her belly, and his cockshaft felt like a heated crowbar, wedging and prying and levering a passage through her cunt. Now Rocky was fucking his whole massive cock into her pussy with every lunge, burying the cockshaft so deep that his balls were slapping on her ass. Mary began fucking in and out with the ram now, shoving her cunt down to meet him as he fucked in. Her cunt muscles were sucking on that fat ram prick, pulling and dragging. Fucking, she had discovered, came as natural to her as sucking cocks and cunts. She knew just how to tighten her muscles, just how to hump and grind. � "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped each time he fucked into her, stuffing her cunt to the very brim. Her pussy began to melt. Rocky was fucking furiously now, as his climax built towards the bursting point. Mary suddenly threw her legs up, clamping her thighs around the ram's surging flanks. Her hands came up and tightened into the fleshy curls of his heaving shoulders. Suspended under the brute, completely off the ground, she was riding him from below. Her ass swung back and forth, skimming the ground. Her tits rubbed against his woolly breast. Her face was buried in his neck. Rocky came with such force that he almost blew her right off the end of his prick. Mary wailed when she felt for the first time a rush of hot, thick jism hose her pussy. Her thighs tightened on his flanks and her fists twisted into the curly wool as she jammed her cunt back down against the jetstream of his jism, and her cunt creamed with him. Rocky fucked in with s �purt after spurt of hot cum, and, each time he spilled another dose into her, Mary's cunt creamed again, her climax so intense that she felt as if her whole being were turning into cuntjuice, as if her blood and bones and brains were dissolving and pouring out her pussy. The ram, at last, emptied his cock and balls. He stood stiff-legged while the horny young teen continued to sway back and forth under him, riding out the last spasms of her own orgasm, milking out the last drops of her ecstasy. Drained at last, she relaxed her grip. Her cunt was so slippery from their mingled fuck juice that she slid off his cock and bounced on her ass on the ground. But Rocky's prick, although emptied, snapped right back up under his belly, still hard as a stone. Mary grinned when she saw this, realizing there was more joy to be obtained from that mighty cock. Even more than she thought. For, by this time, Old Blue the sheepdog had acquired another hard-on. Mary was in for a doubl �e dose! Chapter 13 Lulu May had been frigging the dog lazily as she watched her friend getting fucked by the ram, but soon enough his prick had started to swell and throb in her fist. She gave his cock a few more vigorous strokes, then stopped, knowing full well that there would be a better use for the dog's next coming than her hand. Lulu May was a generous sort of girl. Although she loved cocks in all shapes and forms and in all the various holes into which she could let them shoot, she was not greedy. She was so delighted to have discovered that her friend Mary shared her inclinations that she didn't mind letting the previously innocent girl have most of the fun for awhile. Sitting on her ass on the ground, a pool of cuntjuice and ram cum spreading out under her, Mary turned to look at Lulu May. She looked a little sheepish, but that was appropriate enough for a girl who had just been fucked by a ram. She noticed that the dog had a hard-on again. Rocky pushed his still-rampan ˚t prick out, the tip nuzzling against Mary's cheek, gently insinuating and hinting. She turned back and gave the soaking cock some licking. There was obviously another load to be milked out of the ram's prickmeat, but she didn't know whether to suck it out or fuck it out. That fuck had been wonderful. She decided to get her cunt stuffed again. But it seemed only fair to let Rocky get his rocks off ram style the next time. He had been civil enough to fuck her face to face and it was right that now she should make her cunt available on his terms. Giving his cockhead a last slurp with her tongue, Mary turned over onto her hands and knees. She shifted her ass about, thighs parted. This was a position with which Rocky was well acquainted and he nuzzled against her smooth ass, enjoying the novelty of having a smooth ass to fuck. He mounted her haunches, his big-horned head tossing, snorting as he fucked his prick in. His first stroke missed the mark and rebounded from her ass. His second thru �st slid right up her cunt. With his hooves clinging around her trembling pelvis, Rocky began to throw a ram style fuck into her cunt with vigor. Mary heaved under him, against him, her loins pumping and her ass grinding as she thrilled to his assault. Then, through passion-glazed eyes, she saw that Lulu May was crawling towards her and that Old Blue was coming with her. Lulu May came up on her hands and knees and, face to face, the two lewd teenagers gazed into each other's eyes. They kissed, swapping tongues back and forth. Then Lulu May whispered, "How would you like a stiff prick in both ends, Mary?" "Ooooh! Yes!" squealed Mary. "If I let you blow my dog, will you let me fuck your ram afterwards?" bargained Lulu May. "Sure," Mary said. Old Blue was not quite sure what was required of him. He had been sucked off by Lulu May before, but this situation was new to him. He yelped and squirmed about, willing but uncertain. But then Mary pushed her face out, and her mouth opened in � a moist oval, her tongue curling over her lower lip. Her mouth was now positioned just where a cunt would have been, if the girl had been facing in the other direction. It would have been a dumb dog that failed to understand the meaning of such a position. He glanced at Lulu May. Lulu May smiled encouragingly. Old Blue was pleased that Lulu May was so liberal minded. He was possessive himself and wouldn't have wanted another dog to fuck Lulu May, although he didn't guess there was much he could do about it if that damned ram with those big horns wanted to fuck her. "Come on, dog," Mary moaned. She lowered her head another inch. "Fuck her, Blue, fuck her in the mouth," Lulu May panted, and, if the dog didn't understand the words, he got the meaning. Old Blue hopped up, mounting Mary's shoulders just as he would have mounted her haunches. His stiff prick brushed her cheek, then her lips. Mary lapped at hot cockmeat, then sucked the prick-knob into her mouth and went to work on his � cock with relish. The dog held steady for a moment as she sucked on his cockhead. Then he began to hump energetically, fucking his prick right down her gullet, fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt. Filled with hard animal cock at both ends, Mary went into a wild gyration, adoring it. The ram fucked his prick up her cunt, and her ass pushed back to meet him. Then the dog fucked his cock into her mouth and her lips sucked every precious inch. The ram and the dog were face to face. They stared at each other across the girl's trembling body, sharing a bestial division of her hot flesh. The dog eyed the ram's horns warily, but Rocky didn't mind that the dog was fucking his girl in the mouth -- not when he was fucking her pussy. Mary was coming, a prolonged orgasm that rippled through her in hot waves, one upon the other. Her clit was sparking, and so was her tongue. She wanted both animals to shoot into her -- she wanted them to come at the same time, filling her cunt and he ∆r mouth, her womb and her belly. Her pussy rippled, milking Rocky's cockmeat, and her tongue and lips worked with enthusiasm on the dog's prick. She felt both pricks swell. Lulu May had pushed her face in, licking around the edges, getting involved as best she could. She tongued Old Blue's balls for a moment, then turned onto her back and slid underneath Mary. Raising her eager face, she began to suck on Mary's clit button, pulling and slurping while the ram's prick fucked in and out of the girl's hot pussyhole. Now Mary was getting the attention of three lovers and her climax soared to a new height, her whole body racked by her coming. Old Blue howled. Rocky bellowed. Mary felt a hot rush of ram spunk pour into her cunt and, a split-second later, the dog shot his wad into her throat. She drank dog cum down in great gulps and her pussy rippled, milking out the ram's load to the sweet dregs. How would she ever go back to finger-fucking �after this? But Mary wouldn't have to, would she? When the dog dismounted from her head, his prick popping from between her pursed lips, her head sank down to the ground, cum spilling from the corners of her mouth. The ram dragged his spent cock out of her pussy, and a great wash of jism flooded down her kneeling thighs. Lulu May clamped her parted lips over Mary's flowing cunt and sucked the foaming spunk out of her. And, from there, it was only natural that the two girls slid together into a sixty-nining position and, while they waited for the dog and the ram to get hard-ons again, sucked each other dizzy. *** Mary and Lulu May became the greatest of friends after that memorable occasion. Lulu May told Mary about the knothole in the outhouse wall. The two lewd girls suddenly began to develop an urge to leave the classroom at the same time and shared many a prick between them. The teacher wondered if they had turned into lesbians. But they hadn't, of course, although they frequently sucked each other off. Rocky the ram still followed Mary to school, just as he had as an adorable nursery rhyme lamb. He soon figured things out. One day a lusty lad tried to enter the outhouse, only to have his ass butted about ten feet in the air -- and the girls were amazed to find that one of the lads in school had a prick as woolly as a ram when Rocky shoved his cock through the knothole and got it well sucked off. On schooldays, the lads were quite content. But Mary and Lulu May never went out with boys on the weekends. Rocky the ram and Old Blue the sheepdog just loved Saturdays ... The End

I had arrived home earlier in the week, from my fly in /fly out job, So lucky to have a roster of eight days on and six days off, but my lover come mistress worked on a different site, her roster was two weeks on and one week off, my flight home was always early in the morning, my first priority was to collect her dog from her sister, and do whatever needed to be done, house cleaning, food shop and anything else she instructed me to do. We didn't always end up at home for long together, but this trip she was going to fly home the day after me, i was so looking forward to the time together, Whenever I was home before her, i was instructed to meet her at the airport wearing nothing but a semi see-thru dress, no bra or panties, I also had to wear the special collar she had made for me, with the vibrating eggs pushed deep inside my freshly waxed pussy. She had the remote with her, as soon as she would see me it was turned on, this arrangement was to ensure I followed her instructions, and as she was horny from being away for so long I played the part of her horny slut come, slave. I usually had plenty of time to organize things and get ready to met her plane, but today I ran myself a little late, shopping and searching for ingredients for a welcome home feast, I forgot her flight was early, by the time I glanced at the time, .i didn't have time to head home, so I just headed straight to the airport. As soon as I arrived I looked at her standing near the taxi rank, Shouting out, I rushed to grab her bag and coat, and the look i got was not good, her eyes shot over me and she shook her head. WTF time you think this is!! Sue has a way to intimidate me with her eyes that sends me back to my school days. So sorry Sue... I got caught up in the shops, and traffic was bad, sorry I whimpered. What's that you are wearing you slack Bitch, her hand held the remote, and my heart sank.. I thought you said you missed me she muttered, Apparently not, couldn't do the one thing i asked you to do for me. We walked in silence to the car, her silent treatment hurts me more than I can admit, my tears started to well, Please Sue I tried to surprise you But your flight is normally in the afternoon and me.... well i forgot. I thought I had time Honest ohhh please talk to me, I missed you so bad I blurted and wiped my now teary eyes. We stood at the car i saw her look me over with disdain, shaking her head. Tell me again how much you want to please me, SLUT... I come home, and you couldn't be bothered to even meet me on time Slut!! now you want me to forgive you just like that, I suppose you have your panties on to ehh, well take them off now Slut she ordered. I glanced around the busy carpark, then nervously tried to shift behind the open door and wriggle my panties down... HHHmph, get in front of the car, and take em off !! she ordered. Now slut or you can walk home... I looked around at a few people close by, sure they could hear her as, i slowly did as she said,, Now the Bra Slut.... my eyes glanced around and i tried to plead with her not to draw attention,,, i whispered please i will. but in the car... What. Are you disobeying me Slut !!!! and unbutton the top buttons .. Get in the fucking car, you worthless Bitch. We pulled up at home. I parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bags, while she went to check on her dog, still angry with me, and barely speaking to me.. inside i started to make small talk while i put away the groceries and began prepping tonight's meal, Where is your collar Bitch ..!! Its on the table Sue,, so sorry I will put it on now ,,, she gently patted her dog Tiger, then slipped his collar off, come here Bitch on your knees,, holding Tigers collar out towards me,, i slipped to my knees, and begged her to forgive me, she put the dogs collar around my neck and smiled her usual wicked, Your in trouble smile. i knew she was devising something to punish me. I prepped her favorite sweet and sour chicken dish, the red wine was breathing just as she liked it and i slipped into the bedroom to change into my new slinky surprise for her, slipping the vibrating eggs between my wet lips, then slipping them into myself, the sound of her voice behind me, brought a smile to my face as i turned, then it dropped, Here put this in Bitch, in her hands was a plug with a tail attached, You want to act like a bitch you can be one, Sue made me bend over the bed then grabbed my ass cheeks roughly, and pushed the plug into my resisting ass hole, at first it felt horrible but as i got to my feet i wriggled and it seemed to settle in position, I had worn a plug before for her when we had gone to a party , so it didn't take long to become used to it, Now you might as well loose that flimsy dress Sara, Your my Bitch for now until you learn some respect, then walked out the room. Still a little unsettled by Sue's angry reaction, and never having seen her so upset with me i quickly stripped of my new dress and hung it up, looking in the mirror at my tail hanging between my legs, I began to feel a little turned on by the thought of what i may be in for, i brushed my long hair out so it hung loosely like Sue liked me to wear it, letting it fall over my shoulders and hang partway over my breasts, i pinched my nipples and as they hardened, i gave my now naked but a wriggle ,the plug and tail felt tantalisingly good, lightly brushing the inside of my thighs, it actually went well with my long flowing hair, smiling i made my way down the passage into the living room, where Sue was sitting, watching the TV and brushing her dog. Both looked up at me and without warning, Tiger bound over to me and started sniffing around me, fascinated by my swinging tail, I spun around and he chased it making small grunts and trying to grab it, licking my legs and trying to sniff my tail, i giggled and tried to push him away. Even the dog thinks you are a bitch, Sue Growled at me, Then commanded, SIT !!, I SAID FUCKING SIT, YOU BITCH .... AND I MEAN NOW !!!!, stunned i looked at her then at the dog who was sitting wagging his tail and looking longingly at his owner, still standing i saw her start to get up from the chair,, IF I HAVE TO GET UP YOU BITCH !!!!! NOW FUCKING SIT....EVEN TIGER behaves himself, NOW SIT BITCH !!!!!!!. she rushed from the chair, catching me unaware, the sting across my bare ass hurt like hell, i jumped around, but she grasped me by the hair and pulled my face towards her's... Now, Bitch, YOU WILL LEARN TO DO AS I SAY. OR ELSE, slapping my ass again, the sting hurt, and I looked at her. Never had she treated me this way before, in shock i fought back the tears, then, She yelled at me again, SIT. I Sat down, she reached down and ran her hands through my hair. Now that wasn,t to hard was it, , I looked at her smile, then she quietly spoke... mmmm you don't like being treated like a bitch do you, bitch, mmmm, well maybe you will learn a little respect for your mistress, if i treat you like the ungrateful bitch you are. You can sit with Tiger on the floor, I went to say what about my prepped food but she cut me off,, nooo i don't think so, you can have yours on the floor with Tiger, now STAY, while i eat. I sat on the floor while Sue cooked the prepped food, it smelt gorgeous my stomach growled and i started to feel quite hungry, smiling at Sue knowing she will relent any moment now. As she served up the chicken, I noticed only one plate, then i saw the spare dog dish on the bench, Nooo surely not. My eyes gave away my thoughts, Come, Bitch, She called. i slowly started to rise. No.... dogs walk on four legs,,, and i want to see that tail wag Bitch,!!! Slowly i crawled towards her, trying to swish my new tail and ,thinking i would be smart, nuzzling her between her legs when i got to her, licking up the inside of her thighs, smiling, until she slapped me away, No sooner as she slapped me she grabbed my collar and clipped on the lead that we walked Tiger with, then tied it to the table leg, Filthy Bitch she yelled,, if you feel horny I will get Tiger to lay with you,, Huh you want that Bitch. calling Tiger over,,, mmm he likes his new companion,,, maybe i will let him have his way with you,,, You want that Bitch,, maybe he can teach you to obey. As Tiger approached, his head was cocked over with an inquisitive look , the same look i had seen when he was in the park with a few female dogs, not sure what to do , but still enough instinct to sniff around their butts,,, which is exactly what he started doing to me, I jumped, and spun around, that seemed to make him want to try again,, Sue was laughing and telling me to stay,,, don't move bitch was all i could hear. Her laughing was loud, Then Sit Tiger, and she pulled him away, I was a little uncomfortable with him sitting watching me on all fours, but slowly my attention went to Sue who had just placed my meal on the floor in front of me. my face must have told her i wasn't happy the way this game was going, but she ignored me and started eating her 's, glancing at me and ordering me to eat like the bitch i was, Thinking to myself, if this is the game i might as well play, surely if i do what she want's she will let me off and then i can make it up to her between the sheets, , , so like a good puppy i started to eat, sitting and picking up the bowl in one hand i went to use my fingers,, Bitch on Your .... knees. eat like Tiger, Now... I looked and put the bowl down, smiling at her i wagged my tail and buried my face into the bowl. my ass in the air wriggling my bum, trying to resemble a puppy feeding, all the time i was thinking how horny i was and the feelings i had felt while waiting to be reunited to her flooded through me, I was actually quite wet between my legs by the time i raised my head, , my face covered in the syrupy juices from the sweet chicken , Still smiling at her and trying to look like a happy puppy, Tiger bounded over to me and started licking my messy face , i giggled and pushed him away, then he shocked me by sniffing my bare ass and swiping his long wet tongue between my legs... Sue thought it was funny, and burst out laughing,,, I think you two wil get on just fine Sara,, how about i let him fuck some table manners into you eh...You like that ida Bitch,, you can be his bitch to,. I looked at her and smiled, still wriggling away from Tiger,,, and gently pushing him away... I Dare you , If you want me to be a bitch i just might let him do what he want's and you can sort yourself out, seeing as you don't seem to want me at the moment... Her face screwed up in thought and then her wicked smile emerged, You would like that would, you now.. mmmm i just might make you eat your words, You cheeky slut... with that she disappeared up the passage to our spare room that she kept a selection of toys in.. i just sat there, gently trying to calm down the damn dog, i noticed he was starting to show his cock through his sheath, , i looked and , started to scold him ,, just as Sue walked back into the room holding a set of cuffs , chains, restraints and a gag. she smiled and dragged a chair over, here bitch, patting the chair, lean over this now.. i waged my tail and did as told then, as my hands and feet were secured to the chair, i still wagged my tail and smirked at her , I Double Dare you to make me into his bitch , biahitchhhh. go on i Dare you.... with that her face went serious, and i couldn't tell if maybe i had gone to far,,, my mind told me she was trying hard to scare me, but as she pulled my hair back and gagged me i started to doubt if this was a good idea. Secured to the chair, gagged and still with the lead tied to the table leg, i was starting to feel a little insecure, my eyes pleaded with her, and i tried to figure if she was seriously upset or still playing. heard her scold the dog for trying to lick my ass but she didn't do anything to stop him, then she laughed again,, as he became excited and tried to mount me,, i clenched my cheeks and squealed through the gag trying to wriggle away.. Hey Bitch , thought you dared me,, what. Not so cocky now slut.. eh, Tiger was whining and snuffling around me. Every now and then managing to swipe between my exposed crotch, i shuddered, thinking enough already,, fear started to build up in me,,, Sue had never pushed me as far before and i wasn't sure this was a good idea,, i shivered in disgust at the thought of a dog licking my private parts.surely she is just as disgusted , I shivered and started to wriggle ,, shouting through my gag. Cut it out,, enough stop ,, its disgusting,,, oh fuck his tongue lapped between my legs, i shuddered again, and tried to scream at her to stop this,, but all the sounds i was making sounded like grunts and muffled noises...i was struggling so much the chair was rocking nearly toppling over, when Sue grabbed the dog and led him outside, returning and sliding the screen door closed. he was scratching and whining at the screen door, i felt a shudder then relaxed as i felt Sue run her hands over my immobile body, starting at my head and slowly moving all over me, i started to respond with a purr and shivers ran through me in anticipation of what she will do to me. STAY Bitch, i am going to fuck you like the Bitch you are, Teach you a lesson did I. Think I was going let you get fucked by a dog did you hahaha, A sudden sting on my bare ass, put a smile on my face. Stay and think about how you can make it up to me, Sara. Oh. You dont mind waiting there while i have a shower do you... Ohhh thats right you cant move or talk, can you slut...SSSSTAAAY she muttered and walked off laughing, by the way, nice bit of tail you have , another giggle and then she was gone. Tied to the chair, the sound of the shower running and thoughts of how good it would be when Sue let me join her in bed.. mmmmmm , i knew she never took short showers, loved the hot water and liked to shower until the water ran cold, so i guessed i had a long wait... I started wriggling to get a little more comfortable my knees were sore so i tried to take the weight off them by wriggling over the chair as far as i could. The noise alerted me first, the whining and scratching on the door stopped and i thought i heard the screen door slide open, then the familiar paws noise across the floor, the panting and suddenly the wet tongue on my face, horrified i tried to talk then yell out but the gag made it impossible, the sound of the running water and noises from down the passage told me Sue was still in the shower, OHHH fuck,, maybe he had calmed down,,,... Fter licking my face, Tiger paced around me giving me a few sniffs then back to my face, his tongue ran over me sending shocks and tremors through me, i tried to mutter Stay away from my back end please. Instead he slowly paced around getting fidgity then started to lick me between the legs. I wriggled as much as i could, but he seemed to be getting more excited, so i tried to relax, praying Sue would come out very quickly, still the sound of water running i curse myself for being cheeky. The smell of my wet pussy must have excited him more , as he continued to lick me and run his tongue around between my legs i knew his intentions ,and continued to try and scream, sudenly he was on my back and humping at my legs . Relieved that he couldn't quite get at my pussy , but disgusted that he was rubbing himself over my bare legs, i could feel him getting harder and bigger, stangely , thinking he wouldn't be able to penentrate me , i started to feel slightly turned on by his unwanted attention, my mistake was to try and squeese my cheeks together and wriggle to throw him off, .i achieved that the first time... He developed a more determined stance , after i shook him off. Climbing back onto me and wrapping his front paws around my slim waist, a few wriggles to align himself, I felt the tip of his hard cock poking at my enterance, fear and revulsion flooded through me, then all was lost ... He was inside me and humping in a frenzy. i felt him slamming into me again and again, it hurt as something started to force into me .it felt like a tennis ball was being shoved in to me, then it was in and his actions went faster , my body became like a rag doll, he fucked me harder than i could believe possible, the sensation somehow exciting me and repulsing me, but i started to feel the deep welling of my first orgasm, he was huge and seemed to still be growing inside me, i screamed not in fear but from the feeling that tore through me, i was involentarily pushing back against his thrusts, the climax building deep in side me erupted. his swollen knot as i discovered later had forced in to me and created a seal .his continued humping forcing it deep into me and then the feeling of something so warm flooded into me, the timing was perfect, at almost the same time as i felt his hot cum warm the inside of my womb i felt the surge of one of the biggest orgasm's of my life ' Until this day Sue swears i had the look of pure pleasure all over my face,. Totaly spent, ashamed and stangely wanting the feeling to last forever, I heard Sue Screaming at her dog and trying to pull him from me. You filthy animal Get the fuck off her and many more foul words that i have never heard from her mouth again.. the pain from her trying to drag him off, ripped through me and i was trying to shout STOP STOP it hurts. I think she realized it was hurting and stoped, falling to her knees , crying and aplologizing to me. As all things blurred , Tiger some how shifted around so he was back to back with me,[ i now know how this works and get so much pleasure from waiting for his knot to release ] he was trying to tug free but now we both realised it was a waiting game, Sue tore off my gag, her tears falling and my face still screwed up in utter amasment to how good i felt. As Tiger pulled away, realising he was in trouble and Sue was angry with him he tried to lick me .but after he was slapped away , settled in the doorway licking himself while watching me and Sue . Her trembling hands taking of my restraints and still crying , hugging me tight. I think i shocked her , by saying out loud, Fuck that was great. then bursting out laughing and crying. Don't ever make me do that again, at least for a while... At first it took a while to talk about what had happened, and i begged her never to tell a soul , Then one night Sue turned to me and quietly asked if i had thought about trying it again, telling me that the more she thought about me and Tiger , and the look on my face, It made her tingle all over, so i just got out of bed ,went to the door and called Tiger into the room. I don't need the restraints any more but we use them for effect, it adds so much more pleasure knowing i am being subjected to my mistresses fantasy... after my introduction, be it accidental, l am now a regular participant in the pleasure's of the forbiden delights, with the total suport of my mistress, i only hope i will be able to fulfill her desire to have me mated with a stallion in the near future. i do get quite excited every time she mentions my up coming riding lessons...

I had arrived home earlier in the week, from my fly in /fly out job, So lucky to have a roster of eight days on and six days off, but my lover come mistress worked on a different site, her roster was two weeks on and one week off, my flight home was always early in the morning, my first priority was to collect her dog from her sister, and do whatever needed to be done, house cleaning, food shop and anything else she instructed me to do. We didn't always end up at home for long together, but this trip she was going to fly home the day after me, i was so looking forward to the time together, Whenever I was home before her, i was instructed to meet her at the airport wearing nothing but a semi see-thru dress, no bra or panties, I also had to wear the special collar she had made for me, with the vibrating eggs pushed deep inside my freshly waxed pussy. She had the remote with her, as soon as she would see me it was turned on, this arrangement was to ensure I followed her instructions, and as she was horny from being away for so long I played the part of her horny slut come, slave. I usually had plenty of time to organize things and get ready to met her plane, but today I ran myself a little late, shopping and searching for ingredients for a welcome home feast, I forgot her flight was early, by the time I glanced at the time, .i didn't have time to head home, so I just headed straight to the airport. As soon as I arrived I looked at her standing near the taxi rank, Shouting out, I rushed to grab her bag and coat, and the look i got was not good, her eyes shot over me and she shook her head. WTF time you think this is!! Sue has a way to intimidate me with her eyes that sends me back to my school days. So sorry Sue... I got caught up in the shops, and traffic was bad, sorry I whimpered. What's that you are wearing you slack Bitch, her hand held the remote, and my heart sank.. I thought you said you missed me she muttered, Apparently not, couldn't do the one thing i asked you to do for me. We walked in silence to the car, her silent treatment hurts me more than I can admit, my tears started to well, Please Sue I tried to surprise you But your flight is normally in the afternoon and me.... well i forgot. I thought I had time Honest ohhh please talk to me, I missed you so bad I blurted and wiped my now teary eyes. We stood at the car i saw her look me over with disdain, shaking her head. Tell me again how much you want to please me, SLUT... I come home, and you couldn't be bothered to even meet me on time Slut!! now you want me to forgive you just like that, I suppose you have your panties on to ehh, well take them off now Slut she ordered. I glanced around the busy carpark, then nervously tried to shift behind the open door and wriggle my panties down... HHHmph, get in front of the car, and take em off !! she ordered. Now slut or you can walk home... I looked around at a few people close by, sure they could hear her as, i slowly did as she said,, Now the Bra Slut.... my eyes glanced around and i tried to plead with her not to draw attention,,, i whispered please i will. but in the car... What. Are you disobeying me Slut !!!! and unbutton the top buttons .. Get in the fucking car, you worthless Bitch. We pulled up at home. I parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bags, while she went to check on her dog, still angry with me, and barely speaking to me.. inside i started to make small talk while i put away the groceries and began prepping tonight's meal, Where is your collar Bitch ..!! Its on the table Sue,, so sorry I will put it on now ,,, she gently patted her dog Tiger, then slipped his collar off, come here Bitch on your knees,, holding Tigers collar out towards me,, i slipped to my knees, and begged her to forgive me, she put the dogs collar around my neck and smiled her usual wicked, Your in trouble smile. i knew she was devising something to punish me. I prepped her favorite sweet and sour chicken dish, the red wine was breathing just as she liked it and i slipped into the bedroom to change into my new slinky surprise for her, slipping the vibrating eggs between my wet lips, then slipping them into myself, the sound of her voice behind me, brought a smile to my face as i turned, then it dropped, Here put this in Bitch, in her hands was a plug with a tail attached, You want to act like a bitch you can be one, Sue made me bend over the bed then grabbed my ass cheeks roughly, and pushed the plug into my resisting ass hole, at first it felt horrible but as i got to my feet i wriggled and it seemed to settle in position, I had worn a plug before for her when we had gone to a party , so it didn't take long to become used to it, Now you might as well loose that flimsy dress Sara, Your my Bitch for now until you learn some respect, then walked out the room. Still a little unsettled by Sue's angry reaction, and never having seen her so upset with me i quickly stripped of my new dress and hung it up, looking in the mirror at my tail hanging between my legs, I began to feel a little turned on by the thought of what i may be in for, i brushed my long hair out so it hung loosely like Sue liked me to wear it, letting it fall over my shoulders and hang partway over my breasts, i pinched my nipples and as they hardened, i gave my now naked but a wriggle ,the plug and tail felt tantalisingly good, lightly brushing the inside of my thighs, it actually went well with my long flowing hair, smiling i made my way down the passage into the living room, where Sue was sitting, watching the TV and brushing her dog. Both looked up at me and without warning, Tiger bound over to me and started sniffing around me, fascinated by my swinging tail, I spun around and he chased it making small grunts and trying to grab it, licking my legs and trying to sniff my tail, i giggled and tried to push him away. Even the dog thinks you are a bitch, Sue Growled at me, Then commanded, SIT !!, I SAID FUCKING SIT, YOU BITCH .... AND I MEAN NOW !!!!, stunned i looked at her then at the dog who was sitting wagging his tail and looking longingly at his owner, still standing i saw her start to get up from the chair,, IF I HAVE TO GET UP YOU BITCH !!!!! NOW FUCKING SIT....EVEN TIGER behaves himself, NOW SIT BITCH !!!!!!!. she rushed from the chair, catching me unaware, the sting across my bare ass hurt like hell, i jumped around, but she grasped me by the hair and pulled my face towards her's... Now, Bitch, YOU WILL LEARN TO DO AS I SAY. OR ELSE, slapping my ass again, the sting hurt, and I looked at her. Never had she treated me this way before, in shock i fought back the tears, then, She yelled at me again, SIT. I Sat down, she reached down and ran her hands through my hair. Now that wasn,t to hard was it, , I looked at her smile, then she quietly spoke... mmmm you don't like being treated like a bitch do you, bitch, mmmm, well maybe you will learn a little respect for your mistress, if i treat you like the ungrateful bitch you are. You can sit with Tiger on the floor, I went to say what about my prepped food but she cut me off,, nooo i don't think so, you can have yours on the floor with Tiger, now STAY, while i eat. I sat on the floor while Sue cooked the prepped food, it smelt gorgeous my stomach growled and i started to feel quite hungry, smiling at Sue knowing she will relent any moment now. As she served up the chicken, I noticed only one plate, then i saw the spare dog dish on the bench, Nooo surely not. My eyes gave away my thoughts, Come, Bitch, She called. i slowly started to rise. No.... dogs walk on four legs,,, and i want to see that tail wag Bitch,!!! Slowly i crawled towards her, trying to swish my new tail and ,thinking i would be smart, nuzzling her between her legs when i got to her, licking up the inside of her thighs, smiling, until she slapped me away, No sooner as she slapped me she grabbed my collar and clipped on the lead that we walked Tiger with, then tied it to the table leg, Filthy Bitch she yelled,, if you feel horny I will get Tiger to lay with you,, Huh you want that Bitch. calling Tiger over,,, mmm he likes his new companion,,, maybe i will let him have his way with you,,, You want that Bitch,, maybe he can teach you to obey. As Tiger approached, his head was cocked over with an inquisitive look , the same look i had seen when he was in the park with a few female dogs, not sure what to do , but still enough instinct to sniff around their butts,,, which is exactly what he started doing to me, I jumped, and spun around, that seemed to make him want to try again,, Sue was laughing and telling me to stay,,, don't move bitch was all i could hear. Her laughing was loud, Then Sit Tiger, and she pulled him away, I was a little uncomfortable with him sitting watching me on all fours, but slowly my attention went to Sue who had just placed my meal on the floor in front of me. my face must have told her i wasn't happy the way this game was going, but she ignored me and started eating her 's, glancing at me and ordering me to eat like the bitch i was, Thinking to myself, if this is the game i might as well play, surely if i do what she want's she will let me off and then i can make it up to her between the sheets, , , so like a good puppy i started to eat, sitting and picking up the bowl in one hand i went to use my fingers,, Bitch on Your .... knees. eat like Tiger, Now... I looked and put the bowl down, smiling at her i wagged my tail and buried my face into the bowl. my ass in the air wriggling my bum, trying to resemble a puppy feeding, all the time i was thinking how horny i was and the feelings i had felt while waiting to be reunited to her flooded through me, I was actually quite wet between my legs by the time i raised my head, , my face covered in the syrupy juices from the sweet chicken , Still smiling at her and trying to look like a happy puppy, Tiger bounded over to me and started licking my messy face , i giggled and pushed him away, then he shocked me by sniffing my bare ass and swiping his long wet tongue between my legs... Sue thought it was funny, and burst out laughing,,, I think you two wil get on just fine Sara,, how about i let him fuck some table manners into you eh...You like that ida Bitch,, you can be his bitch to,. I looked at her and smiled, still wriggling away from Tiger,,, and gently pushing him away... I Dare you , If you want me to be a bitch i just might let him do what he want's and you can sort yourself out, seeing as you don't seem to want me at the moment... Her face screwed up in thought and then her wicked smile emerged, You would like that would, you now.. mmmm i just might make you eat your words, You cheeky slut... with that she disappeared up the passage to our spare room that she kept a selection of toys in.. i just sat there, gently trying to calm down the damn dog, i noticed he was starting to show his cock through his sheath, , i looked and , started to scold him ,, just as Sue walked back into the room holding a set of cuffs , chains, restraints and a gag. she smiled and dragged a chair over, here bitch, patting the chair, lean over this now.. i waged my tail and did as told then, as my hands and feet were secured to the chair, i still wagged my tail and smirked at her , I Double Dare you to make me into his bitch , biahitchhhh. go on i Dare you.... with that her face went serious, and i couldn't tell if maybe i had gone to far,,, my mind told me she was trying hard to scare me, but as she pulled my hair back and gagged me i started to doubt if this was a good idea. Secured to the chair, gagged and still with the lead tied to the table leg, i was starting to feel a little insecure, my eyes pleaded with her, and i tried to figure if she was seriously upset or still playing. heard her scold the dog for trying to lick my ass but she didn't do anything to stop him, then she laughed again,, as he became excited and tried to mount me,, i clenched my cheeks and squealed through the gag trying to wriggle away.. Hey Bitch , thought you dared me,, what. Not so cocky now slut.. eh, Tiger was whining and snuffling around me. Every now and then managing to swipe between my exposed crotch, i shuddered, thinking enough already,, fear started to build up in me,,, Sue had never pushed me as far before and i wasn't sure this was a good idea,, i shivered in disgust at the thought of a dog licking my private parts.surely she is just as disgusted , I shivered and started to wriggle ,, shouting through my gag. Cut it out,, enough stop ,, its disgusting,,, oh fuck his tongue lapped between my legs, i shuddered again, and tried to scream at her to stop this,, but all the sounds i was making sounded like grunts and muffled noises...i was struggling so much the chair was rocking nearly toppling over, when Sue grabbed the dog and led him outside, returning and sliding the screen door closed. he was scratching and whining at the screen door, i felt a shudder then relaxed as i felt Sue run her hands over my immobile body, starting at my head and slowly moving all over me, i started to respond with a purr and shivers ran through me in anticipation of what she will do to me. STAY Bitch, i am going to fuck you like the Bitch you are, Teach you a lesson did I. Think I was going let you get fucked by a dog did you hahaha, A sudden sting on my bare ass, put a smile on my face. Stay and think about how you can make it up to me, Sara. Oh. You dont mind waiting there while i have a shower do you... Ohhh thats right you cant move or talk, can you slut...SSSSTAAAY she muttered and walked off laughing, by the way, nice bit of tail you have , another giggle and then she was gone. Tied to the chair, the sound of the shower running and thoughts of how good it would be when Sue let me join her in bed.. mmmmmm , i knew she never took short showers, loved the hot water and liked to shower until the water ran cold, so i guessed i had a long wait... I started wriggling to get a little more comfortable my knees were sore so i tried to take the weight off them by wriggling over the chair as far as i could. The noise alerted me first, the whining and scratching on the door stopped and i thought i heard the screen door slide open, then the familiar paws noise across the floor, the panting and suddenly the wet tongue on my face, horrified i tried to talk then yell out but the gag made it impossible, the sound of the running water and noises from down the passage told me Sue was still in the shower, OHHH fuck,, maybe he had calmed down,,,... Fter licking my face, Tiger paced around me giving me a few sniffs then back to my face, his tongue ran over me sending shocks and tremors through me, i tried to mutter Stay away from my back end please. Instead he slowly paced around getting fidgity then started to lick me between the legs. I wriggled as much as i could, but he seemed to be getting more excited, so i tried to relax, praying Sue would come out very quickly, still the sound of water running i curse myself for being cheeky. The smell of my wet pussy must have excited him more , as he continued to lick me and run his tongue around between my legs i knew his intentions ,and continued to try and scream, sudenly he was on my back and humping at my legs . Relieved that he couldn't quite get at my pussy , but disgusted that he was rubbing himself over my bare legs, i could feel him getting harder and bigger, stangely , thinking he wouldn't be able to penentrate me , i started to feel slightly turned on by his unwanted attention, my mistake was to try and squeese my cheeks together and wriggle to throw him off, .i achieved that the first time... He developed a more determined stance , after i shook him off. Climbing back onto me and wrapping his front paws around my slim waist, a few wriggles to align himself, I felt the tip of his hard cock poking at my enterance, fear and revulsion flooded through me, then all was lost ... He was inside me and humping in a frenzy. i felt him slamming into me again and again, it hurt as something started to force into me .it felt like a tennis ball was being shoved in to me, then it was in and his actions went faster , my body became like a rag doll, he fucked me harder than i could believe possible, the sensation somehow exciting me and repulsing me, but i started to feel the deep welling of my first orgasm, he was huge and seemed to still be growing inside me, i screamed not in fear but from the feeling that tore through me, i was involentarily pushing back against his thrusts, the climax building deep in side me erupted. his swollen knot as i discovered later had forced in to me and created a seal .his continued humping forcing it deep into me and then the feeling of something so warm flooded into me, the timing was perfect, at almost the same time as i felt his hot cum warm the inside of my womb i felt the surge of one of the biggest orgasm's of my life ' Until this day Sue swears i had the look of pure pleasure all over my face,. Totaly spent, ashamed and stangely wanting the feeling to last forever, I heard Sue Screaming at her dog and trying to pull him from me. You filthy animal Get the fuck off her and many more foul words that i have never heard from her mouth again.. the pain from her trying to drag him off, ripped through me and i was trying to shout STOP STOP it hurts. I think she realized it was hurting and stoped, falling to her knees , crying and aplologizing to me. As all things blurred , Tiger some how shifted around so he was back to back with me,[ i now know how this works and get so much pleasure from waiting for his knot to release ] he was trying to tug free but now we both realised it was a waiting game, Sue tore off my gag, her tears falling and my face still screwed up in utter amasment to how good i felt. As Tiger pulled away, realising he was in trouble and Sue was angry with him he tried to lick me .but after he was slapped away , settled in the doorway licking himself while watching me and Sue . Her trembling hands taking of my restraints and still crying , hugging me tight. I think i shocked her , by saying out loud, Fuck that was great. then bursting out laughing and crying. Don't ever make me do that again, at least for a while... At first it took a while to talk about what had happened, and i begged her never to tell a soul , Then one night Sue turned to me and quietly asked if i had thought about trying it again, telling me that the more she thought about me and Tiger , and the look on my face, It made her tingle all over, so i just got out of bed ,went to the door and called Tiger into the room. I don't need the restraints any more but we use them for effect, it adds so much more pleasure knowing i am being subjected to my mistresses fantasy... after my introduction, be it accidental, l am now a regular participant in the pleasure's of the forbiden delights, with the total suport of my mistress, i only hope i will be able to fulfill her desire to have me mated with a stallion in the near future. i do get quite excited every time she mentions my up coming riding lessons...

I had arrived home earlier in the week, from my fly in /fly out job, So lucky to have a roster of eight days on and six days off, but my lover come mistress worked on a different site, her roster was two weeks on and one week off, my flight home was always early in the morning, my first priority was to collect her dog from her sister, and do whatever needed to be done, house cleaning, food shop and anything else she instructed me to do. We didn't always end up at home for long together, but this trip she was going to fly home the day after me, i was so looking forward to the time together, Whenever I was home before her, i was instructed to meet her at the airport wearing nothing but a semi see-thru dress, no bra or panties, I also had to wear the special collar she had made for me, with the vibrating eggs pushed deep inside my freshly waxed pussy. She had the remote with her, as soon as she would see me it was turned on, this arrangement was to ensure I followed her instructions, and as she was horny from being away for so long I played the part of her horny slut come, slave. I usually had plenty of time to organize things and get ready to met her plane, but today I ran myself a little late, shopping and searching for ingredients for a welcome home feast, I forgot her flight was early, by the time I glanced at the time, .i didn't have time to head home, so I just headed straight to the airport. As soon as I arrived I looked at her standing near the taxi rank, Shouting out, I rushed to grab her bag and coat, and the look i got was not good, her eyes shot over me and she shook her head. WTF time you think this is!! Sue has a way to intimidate me with her eyes that sends me back to my school days. So sorry Sue... I got caught up in the shops, and traffic was bad, sorry I whimpered. What's that you are wearing you slack Bitch, her hand held the remote, and my heart sank.. I thought you said you missed me she muttered, Apparently not, couldn't do the one thing i asked you to do for me. We walked in silence to the car, her silent treatment hurts me more than I can admit, my tears started to well, Please Sue I tried to surprise you But your flight is normally in the afternoon and me.... well i forgot. I thought I had time Honest ohhh please talk to me, I missed you so bad I blurted and wiped my now teary eyes. We stood at the car i saw her look me over with disdain, shaking her head. Tell me again how much you want to please me, SLUT... I come home, and you couldn't be bothered to even meet me on time Slut!! now you want me to forgive you just like that, I suppose you have your panties on to ehh, well take them off now Slut she ordered. I glanced around the busy carpark, then nervously tried to shift behind the open door and wriggle my panties down... HHHmph, get in front of the car, and take em off !! she ordered. Now slut or you can walk home... I looked around at a few people close by, sure they could hear her as, i slowly did as she said,, Now the Bra Slut.... my eyes glanced around and i tried to plead with her not to draw attention,,, i whispered please i will. but in the car... What. Are you disobeying me Slut !!!! and unbutton the top buttons .. Get in the fucking car, you worthless Bitch. We pulled up at home. I parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bags, while she went to check on her dog, still angry with me, and barely speaking to me.. inside i started to make small talk while i put away the groceries and began prepping tonight's meal, Where is your collar Bitch ..!! Its on the table Sue,, so sorry I will put it on now ,,, she gently patted her dog Tiger, then slipped his collar off, come here Bitch on your knees,, holding Tigers collar out towards me,, i slipped to my knees, and begged her to forgive me, she put the dogs collar around my neck and smiled her usual wicked, Your in trouble smile. i knew she was devising something to punish me. I prepped her favorite sweet and sour chicken dish, the red wine was breathing just as she liked it and i slipped into the bedroom to change into my new slinky surprise for her, slipping the vibrating eggs between my wet lips, then slipping them into myself, the sound of her voice behind me, brought a smile to my face as i turned, then it dropped, Here put this in Bitch, in her hands was a plug with a tail attached, You want to act like a bitch you can be one, Sue made me bend over the bed then grabbed my ass cheeks roughly, and pushed the plug into my resisting ass hole, at first it felt horrible but as i got to my feet i wriggled and it seemed to settle in position, I had worn a plug before for her when we had gone to a party , so it didn't take long to become used to it, Now you might as well loose that flimsy dress Sara, Your my Bitch for now until you learn some respect, then walked out the room. Still a little unsettled by Sue's angry reaction, and never having seen her so upset with me i quickly stripped of my new dress and hung it up, looking in the mirror at my tail hanging between my legs, I began to feel a little turned on by the thought of what i may be in for, i brushed my long hair out so it hung loosely like Sue liked me to wear it, letting it fall over my shoulders and hang partway over my breasts, i pinched my nipples and as they hardened, i gave my now naked but a wriggle ,the plug and tail felt tantalisingly good, lightly brushing the inside of my thighs, it actually went well with my long flowing hair, smiling i made my way down the passage into the living room, where Sue was sitting, watching the TV and brushing her dog. Both looked up at me and without warning, Tiger bound over to me and started sniffing around me, fascinated by my swinging tail, I spun around and he chased it making small grunts and trying to grab it, licking my legs and trying to sniff my tail, i giggled and tried to push him away. Even the dog thinks you are a bitch, Sue Growled at me, Then commanded, SIT !!, I SAID FUCKING SIT, YOU BITCH .... AND I MEAN NOW !!!!, stunned i looked at her then at the dog who was sitting wagging his tail and looking longingly at his owner, still standing i saw her start to get up from the chair,, IF I HAVE TO GET UP YOU BITCH !!!!! NOW FUCKING SIT....EVEN TIGER behaves himself, NOW SIT BITCH !!!!!!!. she rushed from the chair, catching me unaware, the sting across my bare ass hurt like hell, i jumped around, but she grasped me by the hair and pulled my face towards her's... Now, Bitch, YOU WILL LEARN TO DO AS I SAY. OR ELSE, slapping my ass again, the sting hurt, and I looked at her. Never had she treated me this way before, in shock i fought back the tears, then, She yelled at me again, SIT. I Sat down, she reached down and ran her hands through my hair. Now that wasn,t to hard was it, , I looked at her smile, then she quietly spoke... mmmm you don't like being treated like a bitch do you, bitch, mmmm, well maybe you will learn a little respect for your mistress, if i treat you like the ungrateful bitch you are. You can sit with Tiger on the floor, I went to say what about my prepped food but she cut me off,, nooo i don't think so, you can have yours on the floor with Tiger, now STAY, while i eat. I sat on the floor while Sue cooked the prepped food, it smelt gorgeous my stomach growled and i started to feel quite hungry, smiling at Sue knowing she will relent any moment now. As she served up the chicken, I noticed only one plate, then i saw the spare dog dish on the bench, Nooo surely not. My eyes gave away my thoughts, Come, Bitch, She called. i slowly started to rise. No.... dogs walk on four legs,,, and i want to see that tail wag Bitch,!!! Slowly i crawled towards her, trying to swish my new tail and ,thinking i would be smart, nuzzling her between her legs when i got to her, licking up the inside of her thighs, smiling, until she slapped me away, No sooner as she slapped me she grabbed my collar and clipped on the lead that we walked Tiger with, then tied it to the table leg, Filthy Bitch she yelled,, if you feel horny I will get Tiger to lay with you,, Huh you want that Bitch. calling Tiger over,,, mmm he likes his new companion,,, maybe i will let him have his way with you,,, You want that Bitch,, maybe he can teach you to obey. As Tiger approached, his head was cocked over with an inquisitive look , the same look i had seen when he was in the park with a few female dogs, not sure what to do , but still enough instinct to sniff around their butts,,, which is exactly what he started doing to me, I jumped, and spun around, that seemed to make him want to try again,, Sue was laughing and telling me to stay,,, don't move bitch was all i could hear. Her laughing was loud, Then Sit Tiger, and she pulled him away, I was a little uncomfortable with him sitting watching me on all fours, but slowly my attention went to Sue who had just placed my meal on the floor in front of me. my face must have told her i wasn't happy the way this game was going, but she ignored me and started eating her 's, glancing at me and ordering me to eat like the bitch i was, Thinking to myself, if this is the game i might as well play, surely if i do what she want's she will let me off and then i can make it up to her between the sheets, , , so like a good puppy i started to eat, sitting and picking up the bowl in one hand i went to use my fingers,, Bitch on Your .... knees. eat like Tiger, Now... I looked and put the bowl down, smiling at her i wagged my tail and buried my face into the bowl. my ass in the air wriggling my bum, trying to resemble a puppy feeding, all the time i was thinking how horny i was and the feelings i had felt while waiting to be reunited to her flooded through me, I was actually quite wet between my legs by the time i raised my head, , my face covered in the syrupy juices from the sweet chicken , Still smiling at her and trying to look like a happy puppy, Tiger bounded over to me and started licking my messy face , i giggled and pushed him away, then he shocked me by sniffing my bare ass and swiping his long wet tongue between my legs... Sue thought it was funny, and burst out laughing,,, I think you two wil get on just fine Sara,, how about i let him fuck some table manners into you eh...You like that ida Bitch,, you can be his bitch to,. I looked at her and smiled, still wriggling away from Tiger,,, and gently pushing him away... I Dare you , If you want me to be a bitch i just might let him do what he want's and you can sort yourself out, seeing as you don't seem to want me at the moment... Her face screwed up in thought and then her wicked smile emerged, You would like that would, you now.. mmmm i just might make you eat your words, You cheeky slut... with that she disappeared up the passage to our spare room that she kept a selection of toys in.. i just sat there, gently trying to calm down the damn dog, i noticed he was starting to show his cock through his sheath, , i looked and , started to scold him ,, just as Sue walked back into the room holding a set of cuffs , chains, restraints and a gag. she smiled and dragged a chair over, here bitch, patting the chair, lean over this now.. i waged my tail and did as told then, as my hands and feet were secured to the chair, i still wagged my tail and smirked at her , I Double Dare you to make me into his bitch , biahitchhhh. go on i Dare you.... with that her face went serious, and i couldn't tell if maybe i had gone to far,,, my mind told me she was trying hard to scare me, but as she pulled my hair back and gagged me i started to doubt if this was a good idea. Secured to the chair, gagged and still with the lead tied to the table leg, i was starting to feel a little insecure, my eyes pleaded with her, and i tried to figure if she was seriously upset or still playing. heard her scold the dog for trying to lick my ass but she didn't do anything to stop him, then she laughed again,, as he became excited and tried to mount me,, i clenched my cheeks and squealed through the gag trying to wriggle away.. Hey Bitch , thought you dared me,, what. Not so cocky now slut.. eh, Tiger was whining and snuffling around me. Every now and then managing to swipe between my exposed crotch, i shuddered, thinking enough already,, fear started to build up in me,,, Sue had never pushed me as far before and i wasn't sure this was a good idea,, i shivered in disgust at the thought of a dog licking my private parts.surely she is just as disgusted , I shivered and started to wriggle ,, shouting through my gag. Cut it out,, enough stop ,, its disgusting,,, oh fuck his tongue lapped between my legs, i shuddered again, and tried to scream at her to stop this,, but all the sounds i was making sounded like grunts and muffled noises...i was struggling so much the chair was rocking nearly toppling over, when Sue grabbed the dog and led him outside, returning and sliding the screen door closed. he was scratching and whining at the screen door, i felt a shudder then relaxed as i felt Sue run her hands over my immobile body, starting at my head and slowly moving all over me, i started to respond with a purr and shivers ran through me in anticipation of what she will do to me. STAY Bitch, i am going to fuck you like the Bitch you are, Teach you a lesson did I. Think I was going let you get fucked by a dog did you hahaha, A sudden sting on my bare ass, put a smile on my face. Stay and think about how you can make it up to me, Sara. Oh. You dont mind waiting there while i have a shower do you... Ohhh thats right you cant move or talk, can you slut...SSSSTAAAY she muttered and walked off laughing, by the way, nice bit of tail you have , another giggle and then she was gone. Tied to the chair, the sound of the shower running and thoughts of how good it would be when Sue let me join her in bed.. mmmmmm , i knew she never took short showers, loved the hot water and liked to shower until the water ran cold, so i guessed i had a long wait... I started wriggling to get a little more comfortable my knees were sore so i tried to take the weight off them by wriggling over the chair as far as i could. The noise alerted me first, the whining and scratching on the door stopped and i thought i heard the screen door slide open, then the familiar paws noise across the floor, the panting and suddenly the wet tongue on my face, horrified i tried to talk then yell out but the gag made it impossible, the sound of the running water and noises from down the passage told me Sue was still in the shower, OHHH fuck,, maybe he had calmed down,,,... Fter licking my face, Tiger paced around me giving me a few sniffs then back to my face, his tongue ran over me sending shocks and tremors through me, i tried to mutter Stay away from my back end please. Instead he slowly paced around getting fidgity then started to lick me between the legs. I wriggled as much as i could, but he seemed to be getting more excited, so i tried to relax, praying Sue would come out very quickly, still the sound of water running i curse myself for being cheeky. The smell of my wet pussy must have excited him more , as he continued to lick me and run his tongue around between my legs i knew his intentions ,and continued to try and scream, sudenly he was on my back and humping at my legs . Relieved that he couldn't quite get at my pussy , but disgusted that he was rubbing himself over my bare legs, i could feel him getting harder and bigger, stangely , thinking he wouldn't be able to penentrate me , i started to feel slightly turned on by his unwanted attention, my mistake was to try and squeese my cheeks together and wriggle to throw him off, .i achieved that the first time... He developed a more determined stance , after i shook him off. Climbing back onto me and wrapping his front paws around my slim waist, a few wriggles to align himself, I felt the tip of his hard cock poking at my enterance, fear and revulsion flooded through me, then all was lost ... He was inside me and humping in a frenzy. i felt him slamming into me again and again, it hurt as something started to force into me .it felt like a tennis ball was being shoved in to me, then it was in and his actions went faster , my body became like a rag doll, he fucked me harder than i could believe possible, the sensation somehow exciting me and repulsing me, but i started to feel the deep welling of my first orgasm, he was huge and seemed to still be growing inside me, i screamed not in fear but from the feeling that tore through me, i was involentarily pushing back against his thrusts, the climax building deep in side me erupted. his swollen knot as i discovered later had forced in to me and created a seal .his continued humping forcing it deep into me and then the feeling of something so warm flooded into me, the timing was perfect, at almost the same time as i felt his hot cum warm the inside of my womb i felt the surge of one of the biggest orgasm's of my life ' Until this day Sue swears i had the look of pure pleasure all over my face,. Totaly spent, ashamed and stangely wanting the feeling to last forever, I heard Sue Screaming at her dog and trying to pull him from me. You filthy animal Get the fuck off her and many more foul words that i have never heard from her mouth again.. the pain from her trying to drag him off, ripped through me and i was trying to shout STOP STOP it hurts. I think she realized it was hurting and stoped, falling to her knees , crying and aplologizing to me. As all things blurred , Tiger some how shifted around so he was back to back with me,[ i now know how this works and get so much pleasure from waiting for his knot to release ] he was trying to tug free but now we both realised it was a waiting game, Sue tore off my gag, her tears falling and my face still screwed up in utter amasment to how good i felt. As Tiger pulled away, realising he was in trouble and Sue was angry with him he tried to lick me .but after he was slapped away , settled in the doorway licking himself while watching me and Sue . Her trembling hands taking of my restraints and still crying , hugging me tight. I think i shocked her , by saying out loud, Fuck that was great. then bursting out laughing and crying. Don't ever make me do that again, at least for a while... At first it took a while to talk about what had happened, and i begged her never to tell a soul , Then one night Sue turned to me and quietly asked if i had thought about trying it again, telling me that the more she thought about me and Tiger , and the look on my face, It made her tingle all over, so i just got out of bed ,went to the door and called Tiger into the room. I don't need the restraints any more but we use them for effect, it adds so much more pleasure knowing i am being subjected to my mistresses fantasy... after my introduction, be it accidental, l am now a regular participant in the pleasure's of the forbiden delights, with the total suport of my mistress, i only hope i will be able to fulfill her desire to have me mated with a stallion in the near future. i do get quite excited every time she mentions my up coming riding lessons...

I remember the first time I noticed her. She was walking along the side of the road I take to come home from work every day. There was a lot of traffic, too much to allow me to take more than a glance, so all that registered on me was: female, roughly my age, jeans, t-shirt, walking the same direction I was going, and not looking like she was going to jump out in front of my car. I didn't see her face. The next day, it was the same thing. Different t-shirt, but wearing blue jeans and sneakers, walking in the same direction I was going. Still no sight of her face. I saw her every day that week on my way home. I started to expect her, and I finally saw a glimpse of her face in my passenger's side mirror one day as I drove past her. She seemed attractive, but I didn't get a good look. For the next several weeks it was the same. I began to look forward to seeing her. I don't know what it was, really. I'm the kind of person who likes routine in his life, and seeing her became part of my routine. We didn't speak, didn't wave, didn't even make eye contact, but I came to want to see her. She became a kind of milepost on my drive home, since I always passed her at roughly the same place. As summer moved into autumn, her attire changed. She began to wear sweaters or jackets to accommodate the weather, but she always wore a pair of jeans. She never carried a purse or backpack, which made me start to wonder where she was going, or where she had come from. It seemed to me that she would carry something if she was on her way to or from work or shopping, but she never seemed to have anything that couldn't be carried in her pockets. Sometimes, when it was raining, she would be wearing a poncho or hoodie. I felt sorry for her then, and a couple of times I considered stopping to offer her a ride, but there was always a lot of traffic, and besides, that seemed a little forward. After all, it wasn't like I knew her, and she never turned to face traffic in an attempt to hitch a ride, so I always drove past. Late in the fall, a crew began making repairs to the pavement and the gutters along the stretch of road where I always saw her, in preparation for winter. This slowed traffic considerably, and every day, I saw her as I crawled through the construction delays. One day, she walked past my car three different times in the stop-and-go traffic. The last time I saw her that day, she turned and smiled at me. That started a different phase in our “relationship,” if you could call it that. As I drove past her, I began to slow down so I could get a longer look at her. It seemed as though she was expecting me to pass her at that usual spot on the road, and she seemed to be looking over her shoulder as she walked, almost as though she wanted to see me. If she happened to glance my way at the right time, she would smile at me as I passed. Winter was closing in. She traded in her sneakers for heavier shoes, and began wearing a warmer-looking jacket. Sometimes she wore a knit cap pulled down over her ears to ward off the cold. I always knew it was her, though. I knew every nuance of her walk, the length of her stride, the motion of her hips, the way she carried herself. I was finding myself attracted to my “walking girl,” as I came to call her. I don't know exactly why. She was physically attractive, to my eye, but then, a number of women are. I work with some really good-looking women, and I have a few pretty female friends, but none of them piqued my interest like this woman who walked along the road every day on my way home. I guess that's why I finally decided to wave to her. I remember that it was on a Friday, the last day of my work week. I knew I wouldn't see her over the weekend, and something made me decide to wave that evening. It was almost dark on my evening drives now, but my headlights still made it easy to see her. She was walking in her usual spot, glancing over her shoulder from time to time, and she saw me. I slowed down and waved, and she smiled and gave me a little wave back. As I drove past, we made eye contact through my car window, and her smile seemed warm and genuine. She looked happy to see me, and she was still smiling when I saw her in my mirror. Where I live, the winters are very unpredictable. One day, it can be sunny and cool, but still very pleasant if you're dressed for the weather. The next day, we'll have sleet and freezing rain. Still other days, it will be blustery and bitterly cold. Other times, we'll get snow. Lots of it. The kind of snowstorms that bring everything to a halt, so that schools and businesses are closed. It was like that one Friday in January. The weather forecast had called for flurries, but it had been snowing steadily all day. At first, the road crews were keeping up with it, plowing and salting, and generally keeping things moving. In the mid-afternoon, however, the storm picked up with a vengeance. A lot of my co-workers left early, although I stayed until my usual quitting time. I knew my vehicle could handle deep snow, and I expected traffic to be light. Things were worse outside than I had expected. Snow was falling heavily, and with the wind, we were experiencing near white-out conditions. There were a lot of drifts, and the snowplows were nowhere in sight. Had they given up? I knew it was possible. Sometimes, it seems as though they just stop and wait for the storm to pass. My car radio blasted alerts about the road conditions, saying that we were under a blizzard advisory, and that all unnecessary travel was to be curtailed. I actually made decent time on my way home. Because the roads were terrible and visibility was poor, there were hardly any other vehicles moving. I was able to grind along at a decent pace. I glanced at the dashboard clock when I got to the area where my “walking girl” should be. Surely, she wouldn't be out in this weather. At least, I hoped she wouldn't be. I almost didn't see her. She was standing along the road, not walking. She had her back to the wind, and was hugging herself against the cold. The snow was deeper than her boots, her jeans looked soaked, there was snow piled on the shoulders of her winter jacket, and the hair hanging from beneath her cap was caked with ice. There were no other cars on the road. I stopped and rolled down the window. “Get in,” I said. “I can't. I don't know you,” she replied. “I don't know you either, but you can't walk in this. You'll freeze to death,” I said. “I'll be okay.” “Please, just get in the car. I'll take you wherever you're going. I'm not going to harm you or get weird on you, and it's not safe for you to be out in this. You'll get hypothermia or frostbite or something.” “I am pretty cold. I thought I was dressed warmly enough, but I guess I'm not.” “So, get in the car.” When she opened the door, my interior lights showed me how cold she really was. Her face was red from the cold, but her lips were blue and her teeth were chattering. “I'll turn the heater on high. Put your seatbelt on.” She pulled the belt across her, but fumbled with the catch. “I'm shivering so hard, I can't latch the belt,” she said. I helped her, and then started to drive. “Where are you going?” “There's a hill up ahead. At the top of the hill, turn right.” “You'll have to point it out to me,” I said, straining to see through snow that was almost over-powering my wipers. At this point, staying centered between the utility poles was the only way I could be sure I was even on the road. We were approaching the place where I would turn left off the main road to get to my place. Just beyond the intersection was the hill, which was blocked by stuck cars. “I don't think we can make it through there,” I said. “Huh?” she muttered. “The road's blocked,” I said. “I can't take you home this way.” “That's okay. I'll walk from here.” “How much farther is it?” “I don't know. Maybe a mile and a half,” she said softly. “You'll never make it. You'll freeze to death. Look at you. You're soaked, your lips are blue, and you can't stop shivering.” “Where am I?” she asked. Why wouldn't she know where she was if this was the way to her home? She seemed pretty sluggish, maybe even confused. “You're coming to my place. You'll warm up there and wait for the worst of the storm to pass.” “I can't do that. I have to walk home.” “No arguments. I'm serious. It's too dangerous for you out there.” I turned into my road. From here, it was a straight, slightly downhill run. I was pretty sure we could make it to my place, but I knew that when I stopped the car, I would have a hell of a time getting it moving again. The drifts were so deep in my driveway that it was hard to open my car door. She stayed belted in her seat, so I went around to help her. She was almost too weak to stand, and I had to help her into the house. When I tried to turn on the light, nothing happened. Great. A power outage. This was going to be a problem in an all-electric house. “We have to get you warmed up,” I said. “No, I'm okay,” she mumbled. “I'm just so tired. I can't keep my eyes open. I need to sleep.” “You have to warm up first. Grogginess is a sign of hypothermia,” I said. She was hard to understand, but I think she said, “I'm so cold. I don't think I'll ever feel warm again.” I helped her to a kitchen chair and got out some candles. I lit one and put it on the table, and took the rest into the living room and lit them. At least we had a little light, but it was already getting chilly in the house. When I went back into the kitchen, I found her with her head on her arms on the table, sound asleep. Now I was worried. I half dragged and half carried her into the living room and put her in an arm chair that I pushed in front of the fireplace. I gently shook her shoulder, but there was no response. I took her one hand in mine and squeezed it. It was cold and lifeless. I shook her again, harder, and she stirred and mumbled. “Wake up. Come on, open those eyes. You have to stay awake for awhile until you warm up. I'm going to build a fire in the fireplace.” I busied myself preparing a fire, stopping every few seconds to shake her, squeeze her hand, and talk to her. Eventually, I had a roaring fire going. Now I turned my full attention to my guest. I knew the fire would help to warm her up, but I wondered how long it would take. Was the fire enough? How bad was her hypothermia? I pushed her sleeve up and took her pulse. It was slow, much slower than it should be, even for someone who is sleeping. I also realized that she was only breathing about half as fast as the normal rate. I took her shockingly cold face in my hands and spoke loudly to her. “Wake up!” She muttered something, but I couldn't understand it. When I let go of her head, it flopped back into the chair, and she started snoring. I shouted at her, and she said something I couldn't understand. “What? What did you say?” I yelled at her. She mumbled something again, but it sounded like gibberish. What was I going to do? I had to get her out of this stupor. I was afraid she was in shock. I grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks. “Talk to me!” This time, I understood her. “I'm too tired to go to school today, Mommy.” I had to do something. Now. Then it hit me. She was soaked from head to foot. Even with the fire blazing behind the screen only a few feet away, I could still see some snow in the tops of her boots. She was never going to warm up in those wet clothes. I went to my linen closet and grabbed a couple of blankets. When I returned to her, she was snoring again, slowly. I pulled her upright and worked her soggy coat off of her. I threw it and her cap on the floor behind her, and then set her back down so I could pull off her boots. Icy water poured from them onto the floor. I yanked her socks off and tossed them on the pile with her coat and hat. Her feet were a very unhealthy shade of light blue-gray. I gently took them in my hands and examined the skin. Nothing looked frostbitten, but what did I know? The only thing I was certain of was that this woman needed warmth. Melting snow was dripping from her head. Even where her cap had covered it, her hair was wet. I took a towel from the bathroom and made a sloppy turban for her. Then I took a good look at her. She was wearing a sweatshirt and her ever-present blue jeans, and both were completely soaked. Well, this could get me arrested, but what the hell? Those wet clothes had to go. I pulled the towel off her head and spread it on the hearth to dry. I took her face in my hands again and squeezed her cheeks. This time, she opened her eyes, but I could see her pupils were dilated. Her eyes were pointed at me, but she didn't look like she was seeing anything. I said, “Your clothes are soaked. You are wet through and through. We have to get those wet clothes off you so you can warm up. I'm going to help you get undressed and wrapped in some blankets.” There was no response. I hadn't really expected one, but I felt better having told her that a complete stranger was going to strip her. Taking off her soggy sweatshirt wasn't too hard. I struggled a bit getting it over her head, and she did nothing to help. I tossed the shirt on the pile with her other clothes and rewound the warm towel around her head. The blue jeans were a different matter. She was dead weight, and the wet denim clung to her skin. By now I was getting pretty warm from the fire. I felt her arm. It was still cold. Her legs were no better. Even her belly, which probably had been best protected from the weather, was cold and clammy to the touch. I got more towels and started to gently dry her skin. Her undergarments were soaked, too. I patted the moisture from them as well as I could. I draped her wet outer clothes over a drying rack I got from my laundry room and placed them a safe distance from the fire. Then I put her boots near the hearth. The chair on which she sat was wet from the snow that had melted off her clothes, so I picked her up and put her on the couch. I considered leaving her there, but she was too far from the fire, which was the only heat source in the house. Besides, I didn't want her to get too comfortable. I wanted her to wake up. I pulled an old wooden saloon chair into place in front of the hearth and draped a blanket over it. Then, I moved her limp body to the chair and wrapped the blanket around her and covered her with another blanket. I sat on the couch to figure out what I should do next. After a few minutes, I checked on her. She was still unresponsive. Her feet, which were closest to the fire, had started to regain some color, but they were still too cold for my liking. I unwrapped the blankets to feel her skin. It didn't feel any warmer than it had before I wrapped her up. Her pulse and breathing were still very slow. This wasn't working. If only I had electricity! I could take the electric blanket from my bed, wrap her in it, and crank up the juice. The blankets she had would hold in the body heat of a healthy person, but my “walking girl” wasn't generating enough heat on her own. She certainly wasn't getting any colder, but I knew I had to do something more aggressive to warm her up. If only I could apply heat directly to her body without worrying about burning her. That's it! Apply heat! Warm compresses might do the trick. I reasoned that heat applied to the pressure points in the body, around the neck, under the arms, and in the groin could help. But I had no electricity, which meant no hot water. Or did it? A few months ago, I had installed a new water heater. My old one had given up, and I hated having to stagger dish washing, clothes washing, and my shower. I wanted to have the freedom to do more than one of those things at a time, if I chose, so I went for a big heater, larger than the plumber said I needed. How much hot water did it hold? I turned on the faucet in the tub. Almost immediately, a strong flow of hot water poured out. I turned the water off again. Could there be enough to fill a tub for her? If there was, it would probably be the best way to warm her up. It was worth a try. Returning to the living room to check on her, I saw that the fire was starting to die down. I stirred it and added more wood, and then examined my guest again. She still would not answer me when I talked to her, and her limbs were still limp. She seemed to be breathing a little more normally, and her pulse was a few beats faster than it had been, but the thawing-out process was taking too long. The bath was my best bet. Now I had to see how much hot water I really had. I put the stopper in the drain and turned on the water. I adjusted it to make it warm, a little warmer than my body temperature, but not hot. When it was almost half full, I turned the water off and gathered all the dry towels I had. I was going to soak her and thaw her, then allow her to dry herself and put her to bed. I prayed that, when this was all over, she would understand why I had taken such liberties with her. I got some of the candles from the living room and put them on the vanity so we would have some light. Back in the living room, I spoke loudly to her again. “Can you hear me?” When there was no response, I held her face in my hands again and squeezed her cheeks to try to get a reaction from her. “You're not warming up fast enough under these blankets, so I'm going to unwrap you and help you to the bathroom. You're going to soak a while in some nice warm water. Maybe that will get you going. Okay?” Again, I realized that she probably hadn't heard me, but I hoped that, somehow, she was registering this information so she wouldn't be quite as upset at waking up half-naked in a stranger's bathtub. Then I removed her blankets and carried her into the bathroom. I removed the towel I had wrapped around her head and rolled it into a sort of pillow to support her head above the surface of the water. She was still as limp as a rag doll when I put her in the tub. It didn't take long for her to slide off the towel so that her face started to go into the water. Quickly, I reached in and cradled her head so she wouldn't get water in her mouth and nose. I repositioned the makeshift pillow several times, but the same thing kept happening. When I moved her body so that her feet were pressed against the front wall of the tub, her knees bent and separated, allowing her to start to submerge again. Shit! This wasn't working at all. It wouldn't do much good to warm her up if I was going to drown her in the process. I couldn't think of anything I had around the house that I could use to prop her up. Finally, I decided that the only thing I could do was kneel there and hold her. This created an awkward situation. Throughout this ordeal, I had touched her face, her hair, her hands, even her bare abdomen. I had rubbed her feet, inspected her eyes, taken her pulse, and watched her breathe. I had undressed her down to her lacy bra and panties. I guess my concern for her in this crisis had suppressed my male response to her as a woman. Now I was kneeling, bent over her, holding her head in my hand, and looking at her body, dressed only in undergarments that had become nearly transparent in the water. I really tried to concentrate on her face, telling myself I needed to keep my eyes there to check her breathing and her level of consciousness. I remembered her warm smile that I had seen so many times as I drove past her. That led me to my memories of watching her ass move as she walked, the way she carried the body that now lay, practically naked, just inches from my face. Her perfect areolas and erect nipples were plainly visible through the flimsy fabric of her bra, and the symmetry and beauty of her feminine mound were openly displayed. It was getting colder in the house. The wind was whistling outside, and I swore I could almost hear the heat getting sucked out of the air. A few times, I added some precious hot water to keep her body warm. Periodically, I lifted her arm and held it out of the water, trying to gauge the warmth of her flesh. At first, I ignored the cramping in my back. I was holding a human life in my hands. I had no right to worry about my own discomfort. Then the fatigue in the arm I was using to support her head became more and more disturbing. I was losing control, and a few times I almost allowed her face to slip beneath the water. The only thing I could think of to keep her from drowning was to use my whole body to support her. In other words, I had to get in the tub with her and hold her head in my lap. It was awkward to do, but eventually I managed to get my shoes, socks, shirt and pants off, working with one hand and holding her head with the other. I lifted her into a sitting position, and climbed in behind her. I tried sitting cross-legged and resting her head on my lower legs, but I quickly found that my legs would cramp in that position, and too much of her torso was out of the water in the chilly air. Finally, I stretched my legs out on either side of her and cradled her head on my groin. I was still wearing my boxer shorts, so I didn't think this was too much more inappropriate than what I had already done. I relaxed against the end of the tub, and let my head rest against the wall of the tub enclosure. In this position, I was reasonably comfortable, and I could easily support her head. There was a problem, though. Her head was resting on my cock, which was starting to respond to my view of her body. It struck me that she was my ideal body-type. She was lovely, and my manhood had already appreciated what my conscious mind was only now processing. Several times, I sat her up so I could lean forward and drain some of the cooling water out of the tub and add some more hot water. Each time, the water from the faucet wasn't as hot, which worried me. The other problem was that each time I laid her head back down in my lap, my cock was harder. I'm not sure how long we were in the tub. It seemed like forever. Her breathing had slowly recovered, and her pulse finally seemed to be about the rate I would expect from someone in a deep sleep, rather than someone who was dying. Her skin color was better too. Eventually, she began to move the muscles of her face. At first, it was just a twitch. Then I could detect a little movement of her head. She moved her hands a little, and then she opened her eyes. She was looking at the front wall of the tub, and got a very confused expression on her face. “You're awake,” I said. “What? Where am I? What's going on?” she muttered in a groggy voice. “Look up,” I said as I leaned over her. “Do you recognize me? I'm the guy who drives past you every evening when you're walking. Do you remember the snowstorm?” “I was so cold. I'm still cold. Wait a minute! Why am I in the bathtub with you? Where are my clothes? Where are YOUR clothes?” She sounded a little panicked. “Calm down. Nothing happened. I tried to give you a ride home, but the road was blocked, so I brought you home with me. The roads are completely drifted shut, the power is out, and you lost consciousness from hypothermia. I tried everything to warm you up, but I had to get you out of your frozen clothes. I put you in a chair in front of the fireplace and wrapped you in blankets, but you just weren't warming up, so I ran a hot bath and put you in it.” “Why are you in here with me?” she asked. “You were out cold, no pun intended, and I couldn't figure out how to support your head so you wouldn't drown. The only thing I could think of was to get in here with you and cradle your head in my lap.” “Oh. So I passed out?” “Yes. You were suffering from exposure and hypothermia.” “I've heard of people doing that . That's when they freeze to death,” she said. “That's what I was afraid was going to happen to you.” “You saved my life.” “Do you feel like you can sit up? I'll help you.” I lifted her into a sitting position. “You saved my life. I could have died out there. I don't really remember getting in your car. I just remember being colder than I've ever been before. I was so tired. I think I was looking for a place to lie down and rest.” “I'm glad you didn't find one. I don't want to think about what would have happened if I hadn't seen you,” I said. “I knew I shouldn't lie down, but I couldn't move any more.” “You were pretty out of it. Why in God's name were you trying to walk in that weather?” She looked a little embarrassed. “I had to get home.” “Should you call home to let your family know you're all right?” “I live alone. There's no one to call.” “Well, then, I'm going to get out of the tub and get us some towels. Will you be okay if I let you alone for a moment?” “I'm fine, I think. I'm just so weak and cold.” “I know. Stay in the water until I get you some towels and something to wear.” “Where are my clothes?” she asked. “I hung them near the fire in the living room. They were dripping wet. I doubt they'll be dry enough to wear before morning.” “What am I going to do?” “You're going to sleep here by the fire. It's the only heat source I have right now. You can't go home. We're snowed in. The roads are impassable, and the wind is still blowing outside. I'll heat some water in the fireplace for instant coffee, if you can stand it.” “That sounds great.” For the first time that day, she smiled at me. When I got out of the tub, the cold air was more than enough to tame my erection. “Are you sure you're awake? Will you be okay in here alone for a couple minutes?” I asked. “I don't feel normal, if that's what you're asking, but I'm not sleepy any more.” “Okay. I'm going to dry off and get dressed. Here are a couple of towels. I'll bring you something to wear. Stay in the water until I get back. It's a lot warmer than the air in here.” “Thank you.” I didn't think to knock when I returned to the bathroom with a a sweatshirt, sweatpants and some fleece socks. I didn't expect to see her standing there, wrapping a towel around herself. She had removed her wet underwear, and I got a quick but clear look at her bare breasts and pussy mound. “Oh! I didn't expect you back so soon.” “I'm so sorry. I should have knocked,” I said. “Don't be silly. It's your house. Besides, while I was passed out you could have done anything you wanted to me.” “I didn't.” “I didn't think you did. But you could have. You could have decided that I owed you that for saving my life. I appreciate the fact that you were a gentleman,” she said. “I'm going out to add wood to the fire and work on our sleeping arrangements. When you're done in here, would you bring the candles with you?” “Sure, she nodded.” In a few minutes, she joined me in the living room. The fire had burned down to just a bed of coals, so I added a lot of wood to get it roaring again. “I look ridiculous,” she said. She started to laugh. The sound was wonderful. “Why do you say that? I think you look great.” “With my stringy, wet hair, wearing a man's sweatsuit that I could probably squeeze two of me into and fleece socks that must be three sizes too big. Yeah, a real vision of loveliness.” “Come sit in front of the fire and wrap up in that blanket. Are you warm enough?” “Compared to how I felt out on the road, I'm downright toasty. In reality, though, I'm still pretty cold. That fire and a blanket will feel really good.” “I wish I could get it warmer in here,” I said. “Especially for you. You've warmed up a lot, but I'm still worried that your core temperature isn't up to normal. We're both going to have to sleep out here. It's freezing in the bedroom.” “We can't sleep on the hardwood floor. It's a cold surface, and the cold air in a room falls to the floor, which will make us even colder.” “You can sleep on the couch,” I offered. “Where would you sleep?” “In the armchair.” “That doesn't look very comfortable for sleeping,” she said as she walked toward it. “Oh, you can't sleep on this. It's soaking wet.” “Oh yeah, that's where I put you when I first brought you in here in your snowy clothes. You're right, I can't use that. I'll use the saloon chair.” “That thing's as hard as a rock. You can't sleep on that.” “I'll be okay,” I said. “Nonsense. It's a big couch. We can share. Besides, that way we can both wrap up in all the blankets. We can share body heat and have plenty of insulation at the same time.” “Are you sure you're okay with that?” I asked. “We were just in the tub together in our underwear. I don't think I'll have a problem with this,” she chuckled. I pushed the other chairs out of the way and dragged the sofa across the floor to put it closer to the fire. “How about that coffee?” I asked. “I can hardly wait.” “It's decaf instant. I don't have any cream or sugar.” “At this point, I'm not choosy.” “I could add some brandy.” “Oh, would you? That sounds delicious!” she gushed. By the time I had made our mugs of spiked coffee, she had arranged herself on the couch, bundled in two blankets. There were two more for me to use. I handed her both mugs and wrapped myself in my own blanket cocoon. When I was settled, she handed me my coffee. “A toast?” she asked. “Sure. To summer. Let us never complain about the heat and humidity again.” Her laugh was a beautiful sound. “I'll drink to that!” We sipped our steaming mugs in silence for a while. “I'd like to propose another toast,” she said. “To what?” She smiled, “I'd like to drink to the man who saved my life tonight. I don't know how I'll ever repay you.” “I don't expect you to. Seeing you thawed out and smiling is all the payment I need.” We finished our coffee. “I hate to leave this nice warm fire, but I think I'd better use the bathroom before we go to sleep. Are you ready to bed down for the night?” “It's more like bedding down for the morning, but yes, I'm ready.” “Let's straighten out all four blankets and tuck them between the seat cushions and the back of the couch. You can work on getting it warm under there while I'm gone.” I lay on my side, pushed myself against the back of the couch, and re-arranged the blankets so she could crawl under them. In a moment she returned and lay down in front of me, facing the fire so we were spooning. “God, it's cold out there. Will you hold me? I need your warmth.” She snuggled back against me. I was very aware of the feel of her buttocks separated from my penis by only two layers of sweatsuit fabric. She pulled my arm around her, so that I was holding her body just below her breasts, and put her arm on top of mine, holding us in place. Her damp hair was in my face, but I didn't mind. It felt good to hold her. I just hoped she would fall asleep before I became fully erect. The next thing I knew, I felt a hand caressing my face. “Are you awake?” she whispered. I opened my eyes. Bright sunshine was streaming through the windows. “I wonder what time it is,” I said. “Your mantle clock says it's just past ten. It stopped snowing and blowing, but we're definitely snowed in. I got up to go to the bathroom and looked outside. I can barely see the roof of your car in the driveway. I've never seen such drifts,” she said. “I guess we should get up and try to figure out what we're going to do today. We also need to eat.” She rolled over to face me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. “I snooped around in your kitchen. You have an electric stove, so I can't make you a hot breakfast,” she said. “I didn't open the refrigerator because I didn't want to let any more cold air out, but your pantry has what I need to make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich. ” “My favorite,” I laughed. Her face grew serious. “Thank you for last night.” “Don't mention it. I only did what was right,” I said. “I guess, but you did it for me. You rescued me, you kept me safe, and you held me close all night. That means a lot to me.” She stroked my stubbly cheek.. Her soft hand finally felt warm against me. She smiled at me for a few seconds, and then she kissed me. It was a soft kiss, more than a peck, but it was too brief for me to understand where she intended to go from there. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't sure she meant to lead me on, so I didn't kiss her back. She pulled back slowly, smiled again, blushed, and lowered her eyes. “I'll go make those sandwiches now,” she whispered. She unwrapped us from the blankets, and the cold air hit us immediately. “Brrrrrr!” I said. “It's really gotten cold in here. I'd better get this fire going again.” “Why is it so cold in here?” she asked. “Isn't your furnace working?” “Electric heat,” I said. “Pretty much useless when the power is out.” “Fold those warm blankets over to keep the heat inside,” she suggested. “We can wrap up in them again while we eat.” It didn't take long to have the fire burning brightly again, and soon we were giggling like a pair of kids, cocooned in our blankets, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in front of the fire. “I wonder when they'll get the electricity back on,” I said. “How much firewood do you have? It's going to get awfully cold in here if the fire goes out,” she said, sounding a little worried. “I just got a cord of seasoned hardwood a few weeks ago, so that's not a problem. I'll bring some in after our feast. I probably should start clearing the driveway, too, so that we can get out of here after the snowplows come through.” “I'll help you,” she said. “No way. Your clothes probably aren't completely dry, and besides, I'm not letting you get cold again. It's bad enough for you in here. I'm not letting you expose yourself to the cold weather outside. There's a bookcase over there. You curl up under the blankets with a book. That's an order!” “Oh, the domineering 'me Tarzan, you Jane' type, huh? That's sweet. Thank you. But you shouldn't let yourself get too cold either. I don't want to have to try to thaw you out.” The memory of the two of us, in our underwear in the tub, flashed through my mind. I remembered how good she looked in her transparent bra and panties and how hard I got with her head in my lap. It took most of the afternoon for me to dig my car out of the drifts and to shovel the driveway. By the time I went inside, it was getting dark. When I got into the living room, I found her kneeling on the hearth, stirring something in a pot. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “Yeah, as a matter of fact. What's that?” “I found some cans of stew in your pantry. It's not exactly gourmet cooking, but it's the best I can do,” she said. “I'm sure it will be wonderful. This is definitely a hot stew kind of day.” “Any sign of a snowplow?” “I thought I could hear some equipment out on the main road when I was outside, but nothing has come down this road. It's going to take a while, I imagine. We had a hell of a lot of snow.” “Don't I remember that the forecast called for flurries?” she asked. “Yeah, but they didn't mention that we'd have over two feet of them with gale-force winds,” I chuckled. “Well, it's a weekend. You don't have to be at work until Monday, do you?” “No. You?” “No. You know, this could be a fun adventure if we had electricity,” she said. “I'd really like to be able to wash up a bit.” “I have an idea. We could heat some water in the fireplace and then pour it in the bathroom sink for sponge baths,” I suggested. “That would be very nice.” We finished our meal, and I then placed a large pot of water near the fire to heat. “You can wash up first,” I said. I'll find you a fresh set of sweatclothes to wear for bed.” I knocked on the bathroom door to give her the clothes I had found for her. “It's okay, come in,” she said. I opened the door, and saw her, wrapped in a towel that barely covered her. Her hard nipples were visible poking against the terrycloth, even in the light of the single candle she had taken into the bathroom. “It's really starting to get cold in this house,” she said. “I can hardly wait to put on some clothes and get back to the fire.” She turned her back to me and dropped her towel. As she bent to put on the sweatpants, I studied the curve of her ass, and realized I could see her pussy lips peeking from the space between her legs. When she put her shirt on, I got a glimpse of her tits in the mirror. She seemed more beautiful to me with every minute we spent together. When she turned to face me, it was obvious that she saw the bulge forming in my own sweatpants. “I'll go heat some more water,” I said, hurrying out of the bathroom. I stirred the fire, added more wood, and contemplated my situation. I was snowbound in my house with a woman I didn't know, and I had just seen her naked. Last night, I had stripped her to her underwear and held her body against me in the bathtub, ogling her breasts and pussy through her wet bra and panties. I had gotten an erection from holding her unconscious head in my lap. I had then gotten a brief flash of her from the front, fully naked, when she was drying herself. We had spent the night cuddled together on my couch, my hard cock pushing against her ass. In the morning, she had kissed me, making my manhood stir again, and causing me to wonder how far I could take things with her. Moments ago, I had drooled over her ass and boobs as I watched her dress, and she had seen my cock stirring in my pants. Soon we were going to be snuggled against each other on the sofa again. When I got hard again, which I knew I would, what would she think of me? “The bathroom's free,” she said happily, as she arranged the blankets on the couch. “I'll start warming up our bed.” I got some clothes for myself, and took the pot of water into the bathroom. I was busy washing my cock and balls, and, I admit, playing with myself a bit, when the light over the vanity came on. The power had been restored! She burst through the bathroom door. “The lights are on.... Oh my!” She was looking at my erection, her eyes wide. “Um, wow! Sorry, I'll let you have some privacy.” Her face was as red as mine as she quickly left the bathroom and closed the door. Great. Now she thinks I'm a pervert. Maybe I am. I finished my sponge bath and dressed. My embarrassment had caused my hard-on to shrink. When I came out of the bathroom, I found her in the kitchen. “How about some real, freshly brewed coffee with some of that brandy tonight?” she said. “I opened your refrigerator and took inventory. I don't know that I'd trust the milk and eggs, but everything else in there should be okay. It stayed pretty cool in there.” “I think my fridge has better insulation than this house,” I said. “It's going to take a while for the heating system to warm this place up.” “Well, I guess we'll just have to bundle up on the couch again,” she said with a little smile. “That wasn't too bad.” “You don't have to sleep on the couch tonight” I said. “I have an electric blanket on my bed. You can be nice and toasty in there.” “Where will you sleep?” she asked. “On the couch. Lord knows, we have plenty of blankets.” “It's pretty early to go to bed, don't you think?” she asked. “I guess so. Maybe we should turn on the TV. I wonder how badly the storm crippled this area.” “Let's find out. Maybe there will be something on about how they're doing with clearing the smaller roads like this one,” she said. We took our mugs of coffee and brandy into the living room and turned the couch so we could see the TV. We bundled up together again, and sat back to watch. There was no signal from the cable TV. It apparently had been knocked out by the storm. I said, “Do you want to watch a movie?” She got up to rummage through my movie collection. “Hmmm. Action, adventure, sci-fi, typical guy stuff. Oh, my, that one looks a little racy. My, my, you have a bit of porn here, don't you? Hmmm. Oh, can we watch a romance? Please?” she said, holding up a DVD case. “Whatever you like,” I said. I settled back on the couch and let out a little groan. “Oh, my back is telling me how much snow I shoveled today.” She gave me a concerned look and said, “Does it really hurt?” “No, I'm just a little stiff and tired. I'll probably be okay in the morning.” “After shoveling snow all day, you're not going to plunk your tired back on that couch. I've seen your bed. There's plenty of room there for both of us.” “Oh, I couldn't do that,” I said. “Nonsense. I'm not turning you out of your own bed. Besides, I kind of liked having someone close to me at night. I don't snore, do I? Please? I'll be good.” The thought of her next to me in my nice, comfortable bed, made me stir. I wished she hadn't promised to be good. “Let's watch the movie,” I said. “I'll see how I feel by bedtime.” As we watched the movie, we found ourselves shifting our position on the couch so that eventually, she was snuggled against my side, and my arm was wrapped around her shoulder. We were comfortable. During the love scenes in the movie, I was aware of the warm, enticing feel of her body against me. After the movie ended, I turned to her and said, “You know, there should be enough hot water by now for a shower. Why don't you treat yourself? There's shampoo and conditioner, and I have a hair dryer.” “You go ahead. You're the one who needs the hot spray on your back and shoulders. If there's still some hot water after you're done, I'll get a shower then,” she said. I had shampoo in my eyes when I heard the bathroom door open. Then I heard the shower curtain move, and felt a hand on my belly. “I'll scrub your back,” she murmured. “Maybe there will be enough hot water for you to wash me too.” “You don't have to do this,” I said. “I know. Now turn around and let me wash you.” Her hands felt amazing, scrubbing and kneading the skin and muscles of my shoulders, then my back, and finally my ass. “Turn around and rinse,” she said. As soon as I was facing her, she began to work the soap into a lather on my chest. I was already erect, but when she dropped to her knees to wash my cock and balls, I began to leak pre-cum into her hand. “You're going to wash me next. All of me,” she said. She stood and grabbed the shampoo. “Would you wash my front while I do my hair?” she asked. I gently rubbed the soap onto her chest, watching as her nipples hardened with my touch. “Be sure to lather my nipples really well. And don't forget the rest of me,” she whispered. When it was time to wash her pussy, I knelt in front of her. She spread her legs slightly to give me better access. Her lips were full, firm, swollen-looking. Her clit was coming erect. “Oh yes, clean me,” she moaned. I did, thoroughly. Her breathing became ragged, and I could feel moisture on my fingers that had not come from the shower head. “Oh God,” she moaned. “I think you'd better wash my back now.” She turned away from me, presenting her beautiful ass to my view. I slowly washed her shoulders, her back, her sides, and her hips. My hands came to rest on her firm, luscious buttocks. “Wash my ass really well,” she breathed. My fingers traced patterns in the soapsuds on her asscheeks. She spread her legs, leaned forward, and said, “Please. Clean me.” My soapy fingers slipped down to her brown star, and started rubbing it. “Oh yes, that's nice,” she said in a husky whisper. As I continued to massage her asshole, she started moving her hips forward and back. “More,” she moaned. “More. Clean me inside.” I pressed my middle finger against her sphincter, and it suddenly relaxed. My finger slipped inside. “Yesssss!” she hissed. “Oh please, deeper. Add another finger.” I glanced down at my cock, and saw it twitching with my pulse, a string of pre-cum falling to the shower floor. The feel of her hot, tight ass gripping my fingers was almost enough to push me over the edge. She leaned front further and handed me the bottle of hair conditioner. “You might need this,” she said. “Spread some on your cock to make it slippery.” Then she bent forward and braced her hands on the tub faucet. “Fuck my ass,” she said. “Hard.” I did as she asked. The heat, the tightness, the sound of her grunting as I fucked her made me ready to cum in way too short a time. I wanted her to cum too, so I slid my hands around her hips and began rubbing her clit while fingering her tight pussy. “Make me cum,” she said. “Make me cum hard. Cum in my ass. I need it.” And then she began to scream. Her fluids were running freely down her thighs as her internal muscles clenched both my fingers and my cock. I came, long and hard, jet after steaming jet of my cum shooting deep into her bowel. We stayed locked together for a time. She was supporting her upper body with her hands on the faucet, and I held her ass crushed against me, trying to regain my senses from the overwhelming orgasm I had just had. Finally, she said softly, “Thank you.” “No, thank you!” I said. “You were amazing.” “The water's getting cooler,” she said. “I hadn't noticed,” I replied. “Let's clean up and go to bed.” “Okay,” I replied, reluctantly allowing my softening cock to fall from her glorious ass. When we got out of the tub, I realized I hadn't gotten any clothes out for us to wear to bed. As I toweled off, I said, “The hair dryer's in the cupboard below the sink. I'll go and find some clothes for us.” “Just turn on the electric blanket,” she said. “I don't want to wear anything to sleep with you tonight.” The bed was getting comfortably warm when she came into the room and crawled under the covers next to me. “I'm not sure that half-freezing to death is the way I would have chosen to get to actually meet you,” she said, “But I'm glad things turned out this way.” “So am I.” We rolled on our sides to face each other. I was just about to ask her what she was thinking when she moved in to kiss me. There was warmth, a hint of passion, but it was not urgent. Our hands explored each other, but it was more an act of discovery and tenderness than it was actual foreplay. When we finally broke our kiss, she lay her head on my chest. “I enjoyed our shower,” she said. “I did too.” “I want more,” she said, lifting herself onto one elbow to smile at me. Then she kissed me again, hard, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. Her free hand began to move downward across my chest and stomach, and came to rest on my re-awakening penis. “Here,” she said, “let me help you with that.” She got on her hands and knees, and began kissing her way down from my throat to my belly. Her hand was lightly fondling my cock and balls. Her kisses moved out from my center line to rain down on my hip and then trail down my thigh. She leaned across me to kiss and lick my other thigh, and then gently urged my legs apart. Her tongue traced a line from the top surface of my thigh to the inside, and then crossed to the other leg. By this time, my cock was as hard as it had been in the shower. This amazing woman was making me want her again, maybe more than I had before. I felt her lips tugging on the loose skin of my scrotum. Her tongue bathed me, and then she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. “Oh God,” I moaned. “It gets better,” she whispered. Her tongue began to move, agonizingly slowly, up the underside of my shaft. She stopped at the little triangle where the bottom of the head of my cock joins the shaft. Using just the tip of her tongue, she flicked back and forth over that super-sensitive skin. Then she licked her way back down to my balls. Each time she came back up the shaft of my penis, she licked the edge of the head, but never actually touched the tip of my cock. I was going wild. “I want to make you cum,” she said. “Not without you. Move over so I can lick you too,” I said, helping her to position herself so that her wet pussy was just above my mouth. She smelled fresh and clean, of course, but the overall aroma was delicious sex. I stuck out my tongue and ran it from just in front of her asshole, over her sweet-smelling pussy lips, and then to her clit. Her flavor was intoxicating. “Oh, please lick me,” she said, just before engulfing my cock with her soft, sucking mouth. As I ate her, she ate me, using her tongue, lips, fingers, even the roof of her mouth to give me pleasure. I was glad I had cum in the shower. This was too damn good to have it end soon. She seemed to feel the same way. My licking gradually got faster, I hardened my tongue, and worked deeper in between her lips on each pass. Sometimes, I'd lick her clit, sometimes, I'd graze it lightly with my teeth, and every once in a while, I'd suck on it. When she went off, I nearly drowned. Of course, the taste of her, the sound of her muffled screams, the smell, the feel of her convulsing on my mouth, only added to what her mouth was still doing to me. I eased two fingers into her asshole to try to prolong her orgasm. That's when I came. She drank every drop, doing every trick in the book to get the last tiny bit of fluid from me, then licking me completely clean, just in case some had leaked out of her mouth. When she was done, she collapsed on top of me, then rolled off me onto her side. When I was able to raise my head from the pillow, I saw her struggling to prop herself up on one elbow so she could look at me. We stared at each other for a long time, and then she started to grin. Her smile was infectious, and eventually we started to giggle. “Can you help me turn around?” she said. “I think so.” “I hope so. I'm not sure I can do it myself. I really want to have some more fun with you, but I definitely need a breather. Plus, don't you think we're going to get cold if we don't pull the blanket back over us?” “You're right,” I said. I helped her into a sitting position. Together, we got into a tight little huddle in the middle of the bed, me on my back, her lying partway on my chest with her one leg over me. The warm blanket felt good. We cuddled for a while. I know she was asleep, and I think I was dozing when the noises of equipment outside woke us. “What's that?” she said. “Snowplow.” I got up and looked out the window. “There's other equipment out there too, along with a couple of guys.” She joined me, our naked bodies touching in the darkened room. “Looks like I might be able to go home tomorrow,” she said. “Maybe.” I pulled her back to bed. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “Interesting question. Let me show you, instead of telling you,” she said, applying gentle pressure with the palm of her hand on my chest. “You know, there's something we haven't done.” “I know,” I said. She said nothing. Instead, she smiled at me and then straddled my body. At first, she lay on top of me, grinding her tits into my chest and rubbing my well-used cock with her crotch. We kissed as she humped me, and when she felt my meat starting to respond, she parted her legs so her wet pussy lips would massage me. Soon, we knew we were ready. She knelt on either side of my hips, gently stroked my cock with spit-moistened hands, and then aimed me. Taking slow, gentle strokes, she sank onto me until my pelvis supported most of her weight. “Ahhhh. That's wonderful,” she sighed. She stayed still for a few seconds, and then leaned forward to kiss me again. “I'm going to make you cum again,” she whispered in my ear. Even though my “walking girl” had always looked fairly casual and perhaps a little aloof, the woman in my bed was the exact opposite. She set to work on making good her promise, earning herself two knuckle-biting orgasms in the process. When I woke up, there was sunlight shining in my window, made glaringly bright by the snow on this crisp, clear day. She wasn't in bed. In fact, she wasn't in the house. Her clothes were gone from the drying rack, the furniture was re-arranged to its original position, fresh towels were in the bathroom, and our blankets and used towels were in a pile on the floor in the laundry room. There was a note on the kitchen table. It said, “I still don't know how to thank you. No one has ever been so good to me. I had to leave. Maybe I'll see you around. Trust me, it's better this way. I'm sorry.” There was no signature. There was simply a sketch of a pair of lips puckered into a kiss, enclosed in a heart. What the fuck? I didn't even know her name. She didn't know mine. I guess she wanted to remain anonymous. All right, I hadn't expected that, but, well, okay. That was fun. What a strange weekend! By Monday, the roads were well-cleared, although there were snow piles everywhere. It wasn't hard to drive to work. On my way home, I saw her. I slowed down and waved, and she gave me a little wave and a grin, and kept on walking. Her behavior was just like it had been before it snowed. Nothing more happened between us. I saw her every day, but we never had any more contact. It had all been a crazy weekend that started with a crisis and ended with great, anonymous sex. In other words, passion between strangers. As the weather got warmer, she returned to her t-shirts and blue jeans. I spent a lot of time thinking about how great the ass those jeans covered had felt, and how well she used every part of her body. In the fall, her bulkier clothes hid those treasures from view. It's winter now. The road crews are at it again. They did nothing to maintain the roads all summer, so now they're making a mess preparing for snow removal. Again, the traffic is stop-and-go. Tonight, it's especially bad. My walking girl has passed me several times as I sit here and fume. I stop at the intersection where I turn into my road and I see her again. She motions for me to roll my window down, and I do. “They're predicting snow tomorrow. I bet I'll get tired of walking in the cold. Do you have plenty of firewood?” she asks. Then she licks her lips, winks, and keeps on walking, with a bit more swing in her ass.

Fbailey story number 474 Neighborhood Gossip Gets Hers I could not believe it when I looked out my bathroom window and saw Mrs. Turner peeking in my neighbor’s window. Her shorts and panties were around her ankles and it looked as if she was masturbating. Mrs. Turner was the neighborhood gossip. She told everyone whatever she knew, heard, or made up. Most people thought of her as evil. I was only wearing my tight underwear but I grabbed my camcorder and slipped out my back door. I got down on the grass and crawled to the corner of my house and aimed the camera at her. As I recorded her I thought about what she was seeing, as far as I knew it Jill was home alone until her husband came home from work around midnight, and it was only nine o’clock. It was dark out but the street light illuminated Mrs. Turner quite well. My driveway was between the two houses and led to my garage. Jill had a bush of some sort on her side that was blocking Mrs. Turner from being seen from the street, however it did nothing to hide her from me. Her shorts and panties were down between her ankles, one of her hands was up under her T-shirt playing with her breasts, and the other one was obviously between her legs. After a few minutes Mrs. Turner quivered and dropped to her knees. In doing so she leaned forward placing both hands on the ground, leaving her in the doggy position facing away from me. It was the perfect opportunity for me to make a move. I stood up still recording and moved quickly toward her. I placed one foot on the clothes between her ankles. That startled her and she turned to look up at me. There I was in just my tight underwear with grass on my chest and my erection poking out of my waistband. Mrs. Turner said, “I was just…well I was just…hell you know perfectly well what I was doing.” I smiled down at her and said, “Remove your T-shirt and your bra and hand them to me.” Reluctantly she did as I had requested. Once I had them in my hand I said, “Crawl out of your other clothes.” I watched as she crawled out of her shorts and panties but didn’t get up. I reached down and picked them up too. Then I said, “Come with me.” I took her into my kitchen and said, “Okay stand there and tell the camera what you were doing.” Mrs. Turner said, “I was spying on Jill. She was fucking the paperboy.” I asked, “And what were you doing?” Mrs. Turner looked mad but replied, “I was masturbating outside her window.” I said, “Now describe you masturbating?” Mrs. Turner said, “You bastard.” There was a slight pause before she continued. “I had my shorts and panties down to my ankles, I had one hand up under my bra playing with my nipples, and I had my other hand between my legs rubbing my clit until I came one too many times and went weak in the knees. That’s when you caught me, made me strip naked, and stand here like this.” I said, “Now I want you to suck my cock and swallow my cum.” Mrs. Turner smiled and said, “You wish.” I walked closer to her, got down on my knees right in front of her, and then I aimed the camcorder right at her wet dripping pussy. I looked up between her breasts at her smiling face and then I said, “Then I’m going to fuck your pussy every single day until I get tired of it.” The expression on her face changed. She realized what I was about to do and she realized that she had no other choice. Then I asked, “What would you like to give me to keep my mouth shut?” Mrs. Turner finally understood where our conversation had gone. She looked right at the camera and said, “I would like to offer you my pussy to fuck every day until you get tired of it.” I asked, “What about blowjobs?” Mrs. Turner added, “And I would be pleased to suck your cock until I throw up.” I smiled and asked, “What about your tits?” Mrs. Turner added sarcastically, “I would very much like it if you would molest my tits too.” Then I asked, “What about your ass?” Mrs. Turner cringed and added, “You can molest my ass too, if you really have too.” I had her sit down in a kitchen chair and place her ankles as close to the back legs as she could thereby spreading her open pretty well. I had her grab a hold of her seat too, opening her breasts up, and then I had her suck in her gut and thrust out her chest. In that position I asked, “So what time each day would be good for you to come over and sit just like that for me until I decide that it is time to get things started?” Mrs. Turner thought about it for a moment and replied, “How about eight o’clock in the morning after my husband goes to work and I take my usual morning walk around the neighborhood?” I asked, “What about weekends?” Mrs. Turner replied, “How about the same time on weekends, eight o’clock in the morning. You should have a few minutes to do whatever you want to me.” I laughed and said, “A few minutes…more like a couple of hours.” She said, “My husband might get suspicious if I were gone that long on weekends.” I smiled and said, “Who knows, maybe he will enjoy his time alone. After all you are the neighborhood gossip. He will probably think that you are talking to everyone.” She smiled and asked, “May I get dressed and go now?” I laughed and said, “You haven’t sucked my cock and swallowed yet, and I haven’t fucked your pussy either.” She tried to get out of it by saying, “I thought that you were kidding about that.” I lowered my underwear and shoved my cock in her face. Mrs. Turner got the idea and started sucking. It was apparent that she didn’t like sucking cock and hadn’t done it much in the past. However, she would get better soon. Soon enough she was getting into it, her hands were holding my shaft, and her head was bobbing onto it. I didn’t even bother to tell her when I was cumming, she would find that out herself. When I started shooting into her she started swallowing. Some dripped down onto her tit and I told her to rub it in. She sat there as she was supposed to and told me all of the sexy gossip about the women in the neighborhood. I was surprised to hear about a few of the women in the neighborhood that had lovers on the side. Actually Jill next door and the paperboy was kind of exciting. Apparently it had been for Mrs. Turner too, otherwise I wouldn’t have caught her with her panties in a bunch between her feet. As she talked about the other women my cock got hard and I had her lay across the kitchen table and hold onto the other side. I shoved two fingers into her pussy to test it for wetness, and then I replaced my fingers with my cock and fucked into her. I always last longer the second time around but I produce less cum. I reached over and grabbed the far side of the table with her as I pounded into her. She grunted several times and then she started to breath hard and snort a little. Before long she was panting and cumming like a real woman. For the neighborhood busy body she could certainly cum with the best of them. I emptied my load into her too. I asked her if I was as good as her self-induced sexual gratification. She said that I was much better, that I was better than her husband, and that I was better than all of her previous lovers too. Mrs. Turner was not in any hurry to get dressed and go after that. We stayed naked and drank some tea as we talked about my ex-wife and her husband. Mrs. Turner wasn’t the mean hearted bitch that I thought she was. She was fifty-five years old and going through menopause. She was concerned about no longer being able to reproduce and being washed up as a woman. Her husband hardly ever made love to her anymore. At sixty-two years old I needed sex like I always have and Mrs. Turner was a means to an end. Mrs. Turner came by right on time every morning come rain or shine. Jill would say hi to her as she went to my backdoor. I thought that it was cute that Jill would see Mrs. Turner enter my house, stay for a couple of hours, and then leave…day after day…week after week…and she never said a word to anyone about it. One day I overheard Mrs. Turner thanking Jill about her discretion. I smiled as Jill thanked Mrs. Turner for not telling the whole neighborhood about her fucking the paperboy. It seems that she had seen Mrs. Turner at her window that day that I had caught her. After Mrs. Turner was out of sight I invited Jill over for a talk. She thought that what Mrs. Turner and I had going was sweet and she hoped that it would continue. She told me that she liked young boys and that she was involved with the paperboy, the boy that mowed her lawn, and Mrs. Turner’s grandson. I had to smile knowing that. As the weeks went by I realized that I had started to really like Mrs. Turner. Instead of coercing her into sex she was willingly giving it to me. Her husband never missed her on the weekends and sometimes we would spend most of the days during the week together and naked all day long. Occasionally Jill would come over to spend some time with us. Jill never had sex with us but she would get naked and talk. Jill made sure to let Mrs. Turner know that she was fucking her grandson. Mrs. Turner smiled and said that she wouldn’t mind fucking the boy’s father, her son-in-law, sometime. I suggested that they do a threesome some time with him. That lead to some talk about them doing a threesome with me the following day. I’m looking forward to it and so are they. The End Neighborhood Gossip Gets Hers 474

Mommy Mind Control A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research Chapter One: Mommy's Naughty Lesson By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! “You're looking sharp,” I said to my eldest son as he came downstairs in a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt tucked in. He always wore t-shirts too tight for him. He loved to show off how ripped he was. My sixteen-year-old son was such a handsome man, so much like his father. “Hot date, Mom,” Ryan answered, his brown hair styled back with far too much hair gel. But it made his features, that perfect blend of boyish youth and manly vigor, pop. “With that Melissa?” I asked, trying not to put my disdain into my voice. “I don't know why you waste time with that girl.” “Sure you do, Mom,” he grinned at me, his smile so bold. “You were a teenager once.” “And dating your father,” I answered. And I was nothing like that little trollop. Melissa had trouble written all over her. I was terrified of the day Ryan would come home and announce that he was going to be a father, that he had knocked up little miss miniskirt. “Why don't you ever ask Annie out? She's a sweet girl.” “Yeah, sweet,” Ryan said, shaking his head. “Exactly the problem.” Annie lived next door and had been in love with Ryan since they were kids. She was perfect for him, but she didn't have those big tits that boys looked at. She wasn't wild. She was the type of girl Ryan would wake up one day and realize was what he needed. And then it would be too late. Another guy would have appreciated her. But he didn't want to listen to his mother. Neither of my sons did. Which was terrible. Their father died ten years ago, and I had never found a man to replace him. They had no male role model to set them straight. If Mitchel were alive, he would explain to his son the perks of dating the nice girl next door and not one of those slutty chicks who will fuck anyone. “You are missing out with Annie,” I told him as he grabbed his jacket. “Trust me.” “Uh-huh, missing out,” he said, that grin on his eyes. I really hoped he had a condom on him. If I asked, he would just act weird and freak out. I missed Mitchel so much. He could have handled this. My other son, fourteen, came downstairs. He was vastly different from his older brother. Where Ryan was tall, muscular, outgoing, Davie was slim, short, and shy. A quiet boy who didn't have many friends. And certainly no girlfriends. Ryan was on his fourth or fifth girlfriend at Davie's age. “Hi,” I said to my baby boy. “How's it going?” He shrugged. “Mom wants me to date Annie,” Ryan said as he walked by, ruffling Davie's brown hair. “Better than Melissa,” I said. “She'll break your heart.” “No she won't. She's crazy about me.” He flashed the peace sign, trying to look like a badass before he headed out the door. I shook my head. “Neither of you ever listen to your mother.” Davie shrugged. “And what exciting things are you doing for your Friday night?” I asked my youngest as he sat down at the kitchen table. “Playing video games,” he answered. I rolled my eyes. “Wouldn't your rather be playing with a girl.” His cheeks went crimson as he groaned, “Mom.” “Oh, honey, it's really worth it. I know you're shy, but your father was, too. But he asked me out when he was your age. And we were happy together.” I shivered, remembering our first time. How shy he was, how trembling. We were both so scared. I had to take the lead, just so horny for Mitchel, so in love. I bet it would give Davie such confidence if he had someone to show him about sex. Not a slutty girl like Melissa, but someone that could educate him without breaking his heart. Someone older. “So there's no girls you like?” I asked. “Or boys? That's fine, too.” “Mom!” he groaned even louder. He shifted. “What's for dinner?” “Is there someone?” I asked. “Answer, and I'll order pizza for dinner.” He frowned at me, his eyes growing distant his forehead furrowing. He was thinking about it. How sad was it that I had to bribe my son with pizza just to get some information from him, to learn something about him. “Yes, there's a girl,” he finally admitted. “Who?” I asked, a surge of eagerness shooting through me. I sat down next to him, leaning over. That was when I noticed his eyes flick down, staring at my breasts. His cheeks went crimson. I was wearing a scoop-neck blouse, giving my large breasts a generous cleavage. I worked hard to stay in good shape, so I liked to dress to show it off. But I had never really thought my baby boy would notice. But he did. He was staring down my cleavage. And that sent a wicked thrill through me. My son was appreciating my charms. He thought his mother had a big pair of breasts. It made me lean closer to him, giving him more of a view while I stared at his face. “Come one, tell me her name,” I said, a purring catch growing in my voice. “You can tell your mother.” He ripped his eyes away, scooting his chair closer to the table. He must be hiding his hardon. That sent a wicked thrill through me. I made my son get excited. It made me feel so womanly, so desirable in a way I hadn't since Mitchel's passing. And Davie looked so much like his father, that same boyish shyness that had matured into a masculine handsomeness after our wedding at nineteen, both of us done with our first year of college. His hair was that same fine, soft brown that was so easy to ruffle into a messy nest. “You just said I had to admit it for pizza,” he said, not looking at me but at his hands. “Okay, Mom?” “Okay, Davie,” I told him. I ruffled his hair and, unable to resist, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. That made him squirm even more. “Do you want pepperoni on your half?” I asked him, reaching for my phone. “And sausage,” he answered. “And green peppers.” “Oh, you like green peppers on pizza now?” I asked him. He shrugged. “Okay.” I stood up, fetching my phone from the kitchen counter where it was being charged. I swear it had to spend more time plugged into the wall then out of it. Maybe I needed a new one. “I'm going to...play video games,” Davie said then bolted out of the living room, his hands conspicuously over his crotch. I smiled as I called the pizza place, listening to his footsteps race up the stairs and dart down the hallway. His door opened and then slammed shut. I heard his bed creak. But I didn't hear his TV come on and the tell-tale explosions of a video game. He was masturbating. To me. That sent a wild thrill through my pussy. This naughty rush that had me shivering in delight as very unmotherly ideas popped into my head. It was a shame that I couldn't go up there and teach him about women. I could show him how wonderful sex was, and encourage him to ask out this girl he had a crush on. I bet she would be just as sweet as Annie next door. I wonder if Ryan ever masturbated to me? Did he stare at my body the way Davie had? As I placed the order, giving my information by rote, I reflected back on all the little things that I had never quite realized before: Ryan staring at my tits and ass, Ryan ogling me in a bathrobe or when I had on a pair of tight shorts, how eager he was to help with the yard work last summer when I was wearing that really tight tank top. I just thought he was being a loving son and stepping up as the man of the house. I glanced down at my blouse as I hung up on the pizza place and blinked. My nipples made quite the impression on the blue fabric, tenting into two hard points. I bet I could chisel cement with them. And I was so wet. I considered joining my son in masturbation. Wouldn't that be exciting? Rubbing myself thinking about my sons, Davie and Ryan. What would they look like naked? Were their cocks as big as their father's? I had little experience with guys. Their father was my first, and after he died, I had only dated a handful of times, all horrible disappointments. Their father, I think, was bigger than average. He always felt so wonderful in me. I bet they would match him. They were both so much like him in their own ways. I had just made up my mind when my phone rang. It was my friend, Cathy Dawson. I sighed as I answered it. “Hey, Cathy.” “You would not believe what my son just did,” Cathy said as she launched into a long, overly described story about her son's newest antics. I shook my head, politely listening. I liked Cathy a lot. And normally I loved to gossip with her. But right now, I was so horny. Upstairs, my son was stroking his cock—I pictured his father's thick, long specimen in place of my son's—hard and fast, using that lotion I found in his room a few weeks ago next to the box of tissues, both hidden beneath his bed. I pictured him imagining my naked tits, so big and pillowy and soft, squeezing them, sucking on them before fucking me with his cock. His cock would cum so hard, spurting his jizz into the tissue paper. It made my mouth water. I always loved swallowing their father's cum. I would do anything for Mitchel. My heart panged for their father now. I missed him so much. “Can you believe it, Margaret?” Cathy demanded. “Now I have to take him to the mall tomorrow to buy a replacement. Because, of course, he doesn't have a job and can't do it himself.” “I'm so sorry to hear that,” I said, my horniness passing as I thought of my husband. And then the doorbell rang. “Listen, I have to go. Our dinner's here.” “Oh, yes, you have a good night, Margaret,” Cathy said. “You, too. Try not to kill your son.” Maybe try fucking him. I flushed at that thought zooming through my mind. “Night.” I hung up as the doorbell rang again. I hurried to the door and found a disheveled, greasy-haired boy holding the pizza in a red, vinyl bag to keep them warm. He yanked out the box and quoted the price. I pulled out a twenty and two ones. “Keep the change,” I said. “Cool, Mrs. Justice,” he said, pocketing the money. “Have a good one.” I gave him a polite smile then shouted, “Davie, pizza's here!” By the time I had it on the table, Davie came into the room. His face was flushed and the creamy scent of lotion wreathed him. He had an eager smile on his face as he grabbed a pair of plates from the kitchen. “Someone's hungry,” I grinned. “Work up an appetite playing video games?” He swallowed. “Er, yeah, Mom.” He had no idea that I knew what he was doing up there. It was so fun teasing him. “So, was it hard?” “Hard?” he gulped. “The video game? I bet you had to work at it really hard and fast to reach the level's climax.” His eyes widened. “Climax?” “Isn't that what you call it when you reach the end? The climax? I bet it's just a big explosion at the end.” “Er, no one calls it that, Mom,” he said, shaking his head, his cheeks crimson as he grabbed out three slices of pizza. “Oh, my bad,” I said, grabbing the two slices of veggie pizza. “So, what was the objective of the game?” He shrugged. “Just... you know, beat the bad guys, save the day.” “Sounds intense, but it must be so rewarding when you...finish.” He squirmed more which made me smile. Then he took a big bite of pizza, shrugging his shoulders. I let him eat without me teasing him any longer, and went to work on my own slice. It was a little greasy, and horribly unhealthy, but you had to live a little sometimes. I chatted with him about school, fishing for information about this girl he liked. But he wasn't talking about her much. It was near the end of my second slice that my phone chirped. I rolled my eyes, “Must be Mrs. Dawson again.” I always called my friends by their last names to my children. I guess I was old-fashioned that way. “Oh,” Davie said, his tone so neutral. Maybe he had a crush on her. She was divorced and did pilates to keep her ass looking tight. And she had a boob job last year to make her tits as big as mine. She did it for her last boyfriend, but then he dumped her for a twenty-year-old with even bigger fake tits. Jackass. I grabbed my phone and typed in my passcode. I frowned at the text message I received. I had never seen anything so strange in my life. CONGRATULATIONS Margaret Justice!!! You have been chosen by our top team of researchers for our exciting new product! The Halo is the answer to all your parenting and relationship needs. Tired of no one listening to your great advice? Tired of that helpless feeling that everyone is slipping away from you? Well you're in luck. Our patented Halo mind control technology will allow you to take back the reins from all those in your life who walk all over you. I know you are as excited as we by this amazing possibility. Out of all the billions of people in this world, we think you are one of the TWELVE lucky candidates to utilize this ground-breaking technology. So congratulations and get ready to seize your new life! Your package should arrive in moments by drone. Enjoy! Sincerely, Deidre Icke, Esq. President of The Institute of Apotheosis Research I blinked. “What, Mom?” Davie asked. “I just got the weirdest text message,” I said, walking back to the table and holding my phone out for Davie to read. He frowned as he read. “That is weird. Do people not listen to you, Mom?” “Yes. In fact, I have two sons that never listen to me,” I said, giving him a sharp look. “Or tell me about the girls they have a crush on.” “Mom,” he groaned. “It must be junk mail,” I said. “Great, they have my number. And I don't see a way to remove me from the list.” “Weird that there's no link for the product,” Davie added. He pulled out his own phone, typing away so fast. How did he do that? “Okay, I found the Institute of Apotheosis Research's website.” “Oh, okay, what do they sell?” “They have a number of information technology patents and software,” he answered. “It looks like they were founded by this guy named Dr. Henry Peter Blavatsky back in 1975 with the help of his wife, Alicia Bailey. They had a number of government contracts in the field of psychology and mind control. But they lost their contract with the CIA and went into the field of Internet Technology. Their patents have allowed for the modern technology age to thrive and grow and are excited about a new product that will change the world and, I quote, 'awaken mankind to the consciousness of peace and love as the Age of Aquarius dawns before us all.'” “That sounds weird.” I frowned. “Mind control? Wasn't the CIA into that or something?” “Yeah, the MK Ultra program,” Davie nodded. “This company sounds so weird. And they come off like new age hippies. There's links here talking about them like they're a cult. The current CEO, Deidre Icke, was a student to Dr. Blavatsky. It was more like he was a new age guru or something than a scientist.” “And they're sending me something?” “Maybe a product test?” My son looked at me. “But why you?” I shrugged. “Maybe your mom is cooler than you think?” He rolled his eyes just as the doorbell rang. I frowned, walking away from my son as he played with his phone. I reached the door and opened it up, finding a package resting on the stoop. I heard a whirling sound, like a soft helicopter, and blinked, noticing something dark flying over the neighbors house across the street and vanishing. I heard some people talking about drones being the future of package delivery. Weirder, there was no stamps or shipping labels or return address on the box. Just my name and address. “What's that?” Davie asked as I picked up the package and walked back into the house. “I think it's the halo,” I said as I carried the package to the couch and sat down on it, resting the box on my skirt-clad lap. “Cool! Let me get the scissors.” My son darted off and returned a moment later, shoving the orange-handled implement into my hand. I sliced open the packaging tape and opened it. Inside, there was a gold circlet, wrapped in plastic. It sat in a gray Styrofoam container to cushion it. A small pamphlet rested on top of it. Davie snagged that while I picked up the halo. It was big enough to wear on my head. “Wow, this is in a bunch of languages,” he said as I tore the plastic, freeing the ring. It was...warm. A tingle raced up my hand like there was a small electrical field coming from it. It looked like it was just a circle of gold, a pencil's width thick. My fingers ran around it, searching for any seams or buttons, but it felt so smooth to the touch. Davie was frowning as he read the instruction manual. “What?” I asked. “This is weird stuff, Mom,” he said. “You just put it on, and then it starts working.” “Like this?” I asked, settling the halo on my head. “No, wait it's—” The tingling intensified, washing through my skull. I groaned, the gold heating up as the world swam around me. I shook my head, Davie shouting something, grabbing my hand as I swooned. My entire brain fuzzed. Little lights burst before my vision. I sucked in breaths, gasping for air, my face on fire. And then my vision cleared. “Mom, Mom, are you okay?” Davie asked, staring at me wish such concern. He was such a good boy. “Yeah,” I nodded, blinking. “Oh, my, that was crazy. It made me all dizzy. Maybe I should take it off?” “You can't,” he said. “It's gone.” “What do you mean it's gone?” Immediately, Davie answered, “It melted into your head. According to the instruction manual, the Halo's patented nanotechnology has bonded with your DNA and enhanced the generation of your brain waves. It'll make them so powerful that they will broadcast from your mind and override the brain waves of others.” Davie shook his head. His face pale. “What does that mean?” “That you can mind control people.” Davie trembled. “You can, Mom. When you tell me something, I just obey. I can...feel it.” “What?” My mind tingled. “In my head,” he answered. “I...have to answer you.” “Are you pulling my chain?” I asked him, my fingers sliding through my hair to find the halo while my thoughts prickled. “No, Mom. It's the truth. I have to answer your questions.” I didn't brush the gold band around my head. My fingers just slid through my brown hair and felt nothing. A chill squeezed my heart. I stared at my son in astonishment. “It really vanished.” “Yes, Mom.” “And you really have to listen to what I say?” “Yeah,” he groaned, his face twisting. “It feels so weird.” “Who is the girl you have a crush on?” “Kimmie,” he answered, wincing. “Oh, no.” I clapped my hands in delight. “Kimmie Dawson? Mrs. Dawson's daughter?” He nodded, his cheeks flushing. “That's wonderful, Davie.” I looked at him, so glad I was finally getting him to open up. “She's such a lovely girl. I can see why you have a crush on her.” “Mom,” he groaned. “Please, stop doing this?” “Being happy for you?” I shook my head. “Oh, Davie, now why haven't you asked her out?” “I'm scared,” he said. “She's had a boyfriend before. What if they did...stuff?” “Had sex?” “Yes, Mom. What if they had sex? What if she expects...” “You to know how to make her orgasm.” “Yes, Mom.” He shook his head. “See, Mom, this is what I mean. I have to keep telling you this. Please, stop.” “Oh, hush, this isn't that embarrassing,” I said, a heat growing between my thighs. “So you think you're too inexperienced for her?” He nodded his head. “Yes, Mom.” His cheeks were pure crimson now. He was so ashamed of his lack of experience. The poor thing. Those taboo thoughts from earlier boiled through me. I could educate him. I could teach him about sex and then make sure he and Kimmie were so happy together. Just like his father and I were. I could give this to my son. And have fun in the process. “That's okay, Davie. I'll teach you.” “Teach...me?” “About sex,” I smiled. “I'll show you everything. You'll be a stud with all the confidence to approach Kimmie and satiate her. You'll make her cum hard.” “C-cum?” “Your mother knows all about cumming,” I purred. “Your father and I did so many naughty things together.” “Mom,” he groaned. “Don't be embarrassed about your mother having sex,” I said, my thoughts tingling harder. He blinked. “I guess...I shouldn't be and...” His eyes widened. “You just made me stopped being embarrassed.” “I did,” I grinned. “Tell me the truth, were you masturbating upstairs to me?” “Yes, Mom,” he groaned. “Don't be embarrassed about that either,” I said, my thoughts prickling. “In fact, it's perfectly okay that you masturbate to me. Because we're going to do so much more together. You're going to have sex with your mother and love it.” The tingling prickles washed across my mind as he groaned. He shook his head, then he stared down at my cleavage. He licked his lips, still looking shy as his boner swelled the front of his jeans. His dark eyes were so hungry now. Just like his father's. And just like Mitchel, I would take the lead and teach Davie everything about sex. “Now get naked for Mommy,” I purred, loving the tingles. They let me know my new powers were working. This was so hot to finally have my son listen to me. “Let me see your cute body.” “Mom,” he groaned even as his hands shot right for his shirt, pulling it off and unveiling his slim torso. He was pale, but there was some muscles under there, like a swimmer would have. His nipples were small and pink and hard. He had a fine down of chest hair, just blossoming into a man. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks with his feet, leaving them as a mess on the living room floor. Then he unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down his hips. His cock stretched his tighty whity underwear—he really needed to start wearing boxers. I should take him to the mall tomorrow to buy some. Then he pulled those down. I groaned at his cock thrusting out hard before him. He wasn't quite as big as his father, but he still looked so wonderful, the crown pink and cute, his balls covered in the same fine down of brown hair. “Such a beautiful cock,” I purred. He trembled before me, his chest rising and falling from his quick breathing. I reached out, taking his cock and stroking him. He shuddered at my touch. His dick throbbed in my hand, so hot as I stroked him. My pussy clenched. I was stroking my son. I was touching his cock and making him groan. I was such a naughty mother. This was so hot. So wrong. So forbidden. It was incest and... And I could do it. Because of the halo. I could do what I wanted. “Mmm, now first, Mommy's going to make you cum,” I said. “Just so you can focus on your lesson.” “Okay, Mom,” he groaned. “I bet you're so eager for it,” I said, grabbing his hip with my other hand, guiding him to the couch. “I am,” he said. “So eager. Besides Kimmie, I jerk off to you the most.” “And there are other girls?” I asked, giving him a naughty smile. “Yeah.” “Good.” I slipped off the couch, kneeling before him. My brown hair spread across his lap. I ran my hands up and down his thighs as I nuzzled up to his cock. I kissed at his hot flesh as I came closer and closer. He groaned, staring down at me, his face so cute. I loved my son so much. I reached his balls, snuggling my face into them. I rubbed them on my cheeks, feeling them full of his cum. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. Juices ran down my thighs as I wiggled my hips, the anticipation of making my son explode shooting through me. I wanted this so badly. I wanted to make him writhe in passion. I wanted to give him so much pleasure. To educate him. “Mom,” he groaned as my tongue licked up his cock. My hips wiggled, my excitement building and building as I climbed up his prick. “Oh, wow, that feels good.” “I bet it does,” I grinned at him. I swirled my tongue around the crown of his dick, making him groan. “Isn't that wonderful?” “Amazing,” he groaned. “This will be even better.” I engulfed the tip of my son's dick. My baby boy groaned, his face twisting in pleasure as I sucked on his cock. My tongue swirled around the crown, caressing it, driving him wild. He bucked and spasmed. I tasted his precum as I sucked again while my right hand fondled his balls. So full of his incestuous passion. His hands clenched on the couch cushions beside him as I sucked on his dick. My cheeks hollowed as I savored the delight of giving my baby boy this wonderful gift of taboo pleasure. It made my pussy so hot, my hips wiggling as I blew him. “Oh, my god, Mom. Oh fuc...fudge, that's good.” I popped my lips off his dick. “Oh, you can curse. Say it. 'Fuck that's good, Mommy!'” I engulfed his cock again, sucking so hard as he groaned, “Fuck that's good, Mommy!” I shivered as he called me Mommy. It made me feel so naughty as I bobbed my mouth up and down his dick. I massaged his balls, listening to his passionate moans. I sucked so hard as I slid my mouth up his shaft, my tongue swirling, caressing him, making him feel amazing. “Mommy!” he groaned, bucking. And came. His cum fired into my mouth. He was so eager he hadn't lasted long. But that was okay. I was teaching him about sex, giving him the training he needed to make fourteen-year-old Kimmie orgasm so hard. My son's salty cum splashed into my mouth. I groaned, savoring the delight. It swirled through my mouth, so thick and creamy. I swallowed it as more and more of his incestuous jizz flooded my mouth. My baby boy groaned and bucked. “Mommy, that's amazing,” he groaned. “Holy fuck, you're drinking my cum! You're so awesome, Mommy!” I shuddered, my pussy clenching, as I swallowed the last load of his jizz. He collapsed back into the couch, breathing heavily, his face so cutely flushed. I slid my mouth up his dick, sucking out a few more drops of jizz, before my lips popped off. “Now wasn't that better than masturbating to your mother?” I asked. “Yes!” And I knew it was the truth. I felt my thoughts prickle as I asked the question. “Good, now you get to make love to your mother.” I grinned at him. “Isn't that exciting?” “Yeah,” he groaned. “Should we go upstairs?” “No. When you're with Kimmie, you'll often start making out with her on a couch. So it's a good practice for us.” I put my arm around him as I joined him, pulling his naked body closer to mine. “So let's start with making out.” “Okay.” He brought his face in closer. “Make sure your tilt your head so our noses don't collide,” I told him. “And be wary of hitting my teeth with yours.” “Okay,” he said, trembling as he came closer. “And put your arm around me. Yes, just like that.” I tilted my head. “Now we kiss.” His lips met mine, so warm. I shuddered at the incestuous thrill of kissing my baby boy, his arms around me. I moved my lips against his, showing him how to kiss. He caught on quickly, even enthusiastically, groaning as we worked our mouths together, sharing our passion. I shivered, my nipples so hard, my pussy burning, soaking my panties. Then I brought tongues into it. I probed against his lips. He caught on, opening wide and meeting with his own tongue. I loved how bold he was getting. I moaned into the kiss, encouraging him. My hand stroking his thigh, his sliding up my side, coming closer and closer to my breast. But he stopped before he reached. I broke the kiss, keeping my forehead pressed against his. “Now when you have a girl kissing you that hard, don't be afraid to slide your hand over her breasts. Be bold, but don't squeeze hard. At first. Let her get used to it. Then you can get bolder and bolder. Make sure you play with her nipples, rubbing those with your palms. They'll make her even wetter, and that'll make her more excited to make love to you.” “Okay, Mommy,” he said, breathless. We kissed again, this time his tongue thrusting into my mouth. His hand climbed higher and higher, reaching my heavy mound. I moaned as he rubbed my breast through my dress and bra, my nipple so hard beneath his hand. I shuddered, rubbing my thighs together. The tingling delight made my clit ache and throb. I needed more. I grabbed his hand, moving it up my dress so he could then dip into my cleavage. He shuddered, feeling my bra now, the sensations stronger on my nipple. He groped me, making me moan. “That's it,” I panted. “Oh, yes, you're getting me all excited. And I've let you beneath my blouse. Next, you have to go beneath my bra. First, take my top off.” “Okay,” he said, eager, pulling his hand away. He reached down, pulling my blouse out of my skirt's waistband and rolling it up over my skin. He exposed my breasts constrained in my black bra, the satin cups holding back my pillowy, pale flesh. He groaned at the sight of them, his hands reaching down, groping them as he kissed at my neck. “That's good,” I moaned as his groping hands pushed my bra cups over my big tits. I shuddered as they came out, spilling so heavy and pillowy into his hands. I groaned at his touch. He squeezed them, kissing me again. I loved the feel of his hands on my naked tits. My baby boy groped my breasts. He found my nipples, pinching them, making me shudder and gasp into our kiss. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, my pussy growing so hot. Then he broke the kiss, staring down at my tits. He looked at me, a question in his eyes. I nodded, knowing what he wanted. He groaned and latched onto my breast just like he had as a baby when he nursed. I shuddered as he sucked. My nipple throbbed in his mouth. Incestuous delight burst through my body. I squirmed as his tongue licked and swirled my fat, pink nipples. Tingles raced through my body. “Yes, yes, yes, just like that, Davie,” I gasped. “That's how you love a woman's breast. And this is the perfect time to go for her pussy. To slide your hand up her thigh and rub at her crotch through her panties or jeans.” “Yes, Mommy,” he groaned around my nipple between hungry sucks. Fire raced up my thigh in advance of his right hand sliding beneath my skirt. My eyes squeezed shut. I shivered as his hand reached higher and higher. He came nearer and nearer to my molten pussy. I spread my thighs. “When a girl opens her thighs, it's an invitation. She wants you to touch her.” He sucked so hard on my nipple as he accepted my invitation. I groaned as he reached my satin panties. He rubbed up and down them, pressing the material into my burning folds. I whimpered at his touch, my clit throbbing. Pleasure shot through me as he touched my forbidden flesh. He switched nipples, engulfing the other one. His lips sealed tight. The suction made me twitch, pleasure racing down to my boiling pussy. He rubbed on my panties, pushing one finger into the groove of my cunt, pressing the satin into my folds. “Oh, yes,” I panted. “Feel how wet I am? How eager. Push my panties aside. Touch me directly. Get me really excited.” He did. I gasped at the incestuous contact of my son's finger with my pussy. He stroked along my hot flesh, feeling how wet I was. He rubbed through my labia, finding the entrance to my pussy, and penetrated my cunt. I bucked and moaned, my pussy clenching down on him. His finger probed into me, feeling how hot and juicy I was. He grew excited, sucking so hard on my nipple, his left hand squeezing my breast as he fingered me. “Oh, yes,” I gasped. “Now you have to eat my pussy. You have to lick me and make me cum! Then you can fuck me!” “Yes, Mommy!” he groaned, his voice so throaty, so manly. He was gaining confidence. I was so thrilled right now. Davie sank to his knees, his finger still in me. He pushed up my skirts around my waist so he could see, then just yanked off my panties. Sadly, he had to rip his finger out of my pussy in the process. I shuddered as he dragged the satin down my legs then threw my panties to the side. He pushed my thighs apart. And stared at his first live pussy. I had a thick, brown bush covering my pussy. He licked his lips as he leaned down. I moaned out my encouragement as he nuzzled into my hot flesh. His tongue licked through my pussy, making me trembled and ache. Incestuous delight shot through my body. I groaned, squirming on the couch. My hands found my breasts, fondling them as my son took his first lick of pussy. His mommy's pussy. “Oh, yes,” I moaned. “And don't be afraid to use your fingers on Mommy. With Kimmie, if she's a virgin still, you don't want to finger her. Save the joy of deflowering her cunt for your cock. But you can stroke her labia and clit.” “Clit?” he asked. “Oh, that's that pink little nub at the top of my pussy and... Yes! That's it.” His finger stroked my clit in short circles. I thrashed, the heat building in me. He grinned up at me, seeing my reaction. There was that same pride I saw in his father's eyes when Mitchel would make me cum. He was so much like his father. Then he buried his face into my pussy, licking and lapping through my folds as he stroked my clit. I shuddered, loving his tongue penetrating into my pussy, swirling around while driving me wild. I was so hot. It was so exciting teaching my son about sex. Educating him. Building his confidence. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, grinding on his mouth. “Oh, you are doing so well. You are pleasing your Mommy's pussy. Oh, yes. You're going to make your Mommy cum so hard.” He rubbed harder at my clit, his tongue swirling through my pussy. I shuddered, the coach creaking as I thrashed. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. I squeezed my tits so hard as I shifted on the couch cushions, my juices flowing. My eyes widened as the pressure swelled in me. And then it exploded. “Davie! Drink my juices.” My juices flooded into his mouth. My son obeyed, lapping up my cream as it flooded out. His finger kept massaging my clit, making me squirm and moan. I humped against his face, grinding my cunt on him as the waves of pleasure flowed through me. “Oh, my god, Davie,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, you're so good. You're going to make Kimmie so happy! Yes! But I need you! I need you in me! Now! Fuck me now!” My thoughts tingled hard as I bucked and shuddered. Davie groaned, rising up, his lips smeared in pussy. He grabbed his cock, guiding into my pussy, and rammed into me. My eyes widened as my son slid back into my pussy. Back into where he came from. It was so hot. My thighs locked around him as I savored the incestuous plunge of his cock into my dripping pussy. My tits bounced as he buried into me. Then he drew back, pleasure crossing his face as he felt my pussy gripping his dick, and slammed back into me. He buried his cock over and over into my depths, driving me wild, making me ache and shudder as he rammed into me. His face twisted with pleasure. His hands squeezed my tits as he pumped away. He was over me, so lithe and beautiful. My beautiful, baby boy. I held him, running my hands over his youthful body as he fucked me so hard. “Yes, yes, yes, that's how you fuck a woman who've you gotten so hot and wet,” I groaned. “Don't you love it?” “Yes, Mommy!” he groaned, his dick pumping so hard into my depths, making me shudder. My pussy clenched on his dick as the friction burned so hot through me. Another orgasm swelled on the heels of the last. It was so hot having my son in me. I groaned, my back arching. I bucked into him, my hands cupping his ass. I pulled him so tight into me as he reamed over and over into my depths. My eyes rolled back into my head as the pleasure burned so hot. I loved it. I loved being fucked by my fourteen-year-old son. It was so hot. My hips bucked into his thrusts. My pussy took his dick. I savored every inch of him plunging over and over into my hot cunt. “Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as my second orgasm burst through me. “Oh, that's it. That's how you fuck your mommy's cunt! That's how you make her explode!” My pussy spasmed on his cock. He hammered so hard into me. His dick plunged over and over, stirring me to a froth. Rapture shot through me as I savored my son's dick fucking me so hard. I loved it. The feel of him in me, the way he plowed me. How he kept ramming his dick over and over into me, making me shudder and buck. He was such a stud. Such a wonderful boy. He fucked me so hard. He made my head dizzy with lust. I couldn't believe how amazing this was. How outstanding. Incest was wonderful. Fucking my son was the best. “Yes, yes, yes, cum in Mommy!” I howled, pleasure tingling across my mind. “Yes, Mommy!” Davie groaned, buried his cock into me, and came like the good boy he was. I shuddered, my pussy milking his cock. The cum fired over and over into my depths. I loved it. I loved feeling him fire his cum into me. It was so amazing. It was stupendous. My back arched, my breasts jiggling in pure delight as his incestuous seed filled me. I came even harder. An explosion of rapture filled me. I howled out at the top of my lungs, bucking beneath my fourteen-year-old son. He squeezed my tits so hard, his face twisting with rapture as he fired the last of his jizz into my depths. “Mommy,” he groaned, collapsing on me. I cradled my youngest son to me as the front door suddenly opened. I gasped in shock as my eldest walked in, a scowl on his face. He took two steps and then froze, seeing Davie and me locked in our incestuous passion. His jaw dropped. My pussy clenched hard on Davie's dick as I said, “Ryan, strip naked. Mommy needs to love you, too.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deidre Icke shuddered at the sound of the dot matrix printer whirling away. That stuttering sound of it printing out the update. She shivered, sitting in her offices at the Institute of Apotheosis Research, her naked, sixteen-year-old daughter Alexis on her lap. Like her daughter, she was naked, her breasts pressed into her daughter's side, their lips smeared with each other's pussy juices. The first goddess, thrust into deityhood by the halo, had shown Deidre and her daughter that lesbian incest was perfectly acceptable, even wonderful. Together, she and Alexis had embarked with passion into their new relationship. Now she was eager to find out what the second goddess would teach her. Alex, her sixteen-year-old son and twin to Alexis, ripped the printout off with a stuttering tear and handed over the paper. Deidre stared at the dot matrix printer paper, the top and bottom torn along perforated lines, the sides covered by holes for the feeding mechanism. Printed in blocky letters across the white and teal stripped papers was wonderful news: DELIVERY STATUS: DELIVERED at 1937 CST to SUBJECT 2 residence HALO STATUS: ACTIVATED by SUBJECT 2 at 1939 CST SUBJECT 2 has engaged the HALO on one individual. HALO functioning properly. SUBJECT 2 has integrated 100% with HALO nanomachines. SUBJECT 2 brainwaves function at peak efficacy. Apotheosis achieved. Her eyes turned to the picture of her guru, Dr. Blavatsky and his wife, sitting on her desk. Neither had lived to see the glorious day that the world would change. But she would ensure their dream became a reality. “I can't wait to see what she teaches us,” Alex said, still clothed, though he was very hard. After all, he had just watched his mother and sister make love. That would be enough to make any young man hard. “The cameras should be in position soon,” Alexis said, squirming. “Then we can see. Maybe you'll get to have fun.” Alex grinned back. “Maybe.” Deidre shuddered. She hoped mother/son incest was allowed. And brother/sister. She was so eager to find out. To be continued...

Tell Mommy What You Want (Fm, exhibitionist, Male Dominance, incest) Summary - This is the story of hot mother and her horny young son. He discovers his mother is an insatiable, submissive slut. What would you do? Note - This is a work of fiction, make-believe and fantasy. You must be 18 or over to read this story. In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult, often causes deep psychological damage. This story is provided for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don't fuck up other people's lives… Sharon Taylor had a dirty little secret; she was constantly horny and loved to act like a submissive, sex crazed, slut! Her fantasies involved being dominated, having all of her dirty little holes filled, and being ordered to do naughty, depraved sexually acts with multiple partners – it made her cum so hard! But, after becoming pregnant at an early age; caused by living out those very same fantasies, she gave it all up, moved away, and had since lived a respectable life. She is now thirty-two, but if anything, she is sexier than before. She is 5’ ‘4”, with long black hair, large firm tits, shapely legs, a generous ass and a tight little pussy she always keeps neatly trimmed. It was not always easy to control her desires, but the responsibility of being a mother and raising her son by herself weighed heavily on her. She learned to repress her sexual urges, except in the privacy of her own bedroom. She had a collection of sex toys, movies and her diary, where she described her past life, her youthful sexual encounters, and all of the dirty fantasies and nasty thoughts she has had. It was her only release, and it kept her from living her life like the horny little slut she actually was. Her son, Josh, now fifteen, knew nothing of her past. However, his young, teenage, hormones were raging and he lived with a hot, attractive woman. After all, he was young and constantly horny, and he was very curious about the opposite sex. At 5’ 11”, he towered over his mother and naturally began to steal glances down her blouse to ogle at her cleavage and full breasts. He also loved her fat ass and even tried to peek up her short skirts; to see the soft treasures she tried to keep hidden from his view. Images of his mother began to creep into his frequent masturbation sessions… Sharon, of course, noticed the extra attention from her teenage son and naturally began flirting and teasing with him. It was her nature. After all, being admired by a handsome, virile male, boosted her confidence and her happiness. And, she loved the tingles and the wetness it caused between her thighs. She began to wear shorter skirts and pushup bras to the office, and left them on for while she cleaned and cooked after work. She quit wearing her long pajamas and wore only panties and a long t-shirt for her night clothes. After all, she still had a tight body and appreciated that her son found her attractive. It was fun to show off her body to him. She so enjoyed making him horny! She would bend over (much longer than she needed to), just to flash her horny son panties. She would absentmindedly rub her soft thighs and casually lift her dress to show off her beautiful legs. She would slip a hand under her bra and scratch at her breast, and then push her full tits upwards just to show off her rounded curves. Her favorite thing to do was to pinch her nipples before walking into a room and watch her son’s reaction to her firm tits and tight hard nipples. She loved to slyly watch Josh’s lecherous face to see if she could get his cock hard enough to glimpse his bulge, curious to determine the size and girth of it. She would act innocent on the outside, all the while giggling on the inside, as her son tried to hide his ever increasing boners. It was all innocent fun, she thought. She liked flirting and being admired, even if it was her own flesh and blood. He was almost a man, after all. And men liked to look at pretty girls. She saw her son’s cock one day, accidentally opening the bathroom door on him to his shout of "MOM!" Her son had a long, thick cock. It was hanging down, fat and heavy after his shower, just like his father’s. ‘OMG!’ she thought, ‘His balls are huge!’ she thought, then immediately realized they were full of thick, teenage cum. It made her remember her younger, wanton days of her youth. She stared at his crotch hungrily for as long as she dared. She was strangely proud, knowing that one day soon, some lucky girl would be feeling his thick shaft plowing into her tight, young pussy. Her little boy wasn’t so little anymore! She turned around and walked out of the bathroom, suddenly needing to scratch her dampening twat. “Nice dick, Josh” she said as she was leaving, wanting to shock him. She lifted up her long shirt and scratched her naked ass, giving him a quick glimpse of her round, full cheeks. Sharon found a pair of her dirty panties in his laundry basket that weekend, shoved down deep where he hoped she wouldn’t find them. She was shocked to discover them, and more shocked to feel the wetness in them. She gave them a sniff and confirmed her suspicions. The unmistakable ammonia-like odor of male sperm! Her son had stolen a pair of her used panties and jacked off into them! Her nipples hardened. 'Did he like the smell?' she wondered. 'Did he taste them?' Sharon put her tongue to the wet spot, and licked it; getting only a promising hint of her son’s sperm. 'Did he wrap my panties around his cock while he orgasmed, thinking about me?' It made her horny to think her son lusted after her and jacked-off fantasizing about her. She smiled, and decided to give him some additional material for him to stroke-off to. The next night, after dinner, Sharon changed into her long tee-shirt and wore nothing under it. She pinched her nipples, making them hard. Her pussy became wet just thinking about her son catching a glimpse of her vagina – the very hole he emerged from fifteen years ago. They watched TV together; Josh on the couch and Sharon across from him in the large chair. She crossed her legs slowly and slightly exaggerated. It got his attention. She opened her legs before crossing them. She watched Josh pretending to watch TV. He was startled, but not sure if he was seeing his mother’s pussy or a pair of black panties. She waited a few moments and crossed her legs again, as if she couldn’t get comfortable. The long shirt bunched up around her thighs. Her legs spread open for a few glorious milliseconds as she paused before swinging her other leg over and then clamping her thighs together again. ‘Mom’s not wearing panties!’ Josh couldn’t believe it. He just saw his mother’s pussy clear as day! He saw her dark pussy hair and he imagined he saw her pink, wet slit! He quickly glanced at her face. She was intent on the TV show. Her tits were tight against her thin shirt. Her nipples were hard. ‘Why were they always hard?’ he wondered. ‘Maybe she is always horny too?’ During the next commercial, Sharon asked, “Joshie, do you want anything…,” She acted as if she was getting up from the chair; both legs planted on the ground. From his position, he could see right up her shirt. “…from the kitchen?” she added. “Ummmm,” he said, trying to think, while stealing glances between her thighs. “Tell mommy what you want, baby,” she said. She spread her legs wider before quickly standing up. “A soda,” Josh croaked. His cock was suddenly hard, straining against his shorts. His mother walked into the kitchen. As he stared at her perfect ass, she reached down under her shirt and scratched a butt-cheek, lifting her shirt in the process. He saw the lower half of her ass and glimpsed a view of her hairy cunt peeking at him from below her beautiful ass. Sharon rubbed her pussy the moment she turned the corner. How naughty she was! How wet her pussy was! 'I hope I wasn’t too obvious,' she thought. 'But, a girl has the right to not wear panties in her own home, right?' She wanted to rub one out right there in the kitchen, but knew better than to risk it. 'His cock was so hard!' She grinned and, still feeling horny and sexy, rubbed her pussy, dipping her fingers into her wet cunt before grabbing two sodas from the refrigerator, hoping it would arouse him even more. Josh noticed her glistening fingers when she handed him the drink, thinking it was just water. But oddly, he could almost smell her pussy from where he sitting. The next morning, Sharon decided to tease him even more. She put her robe over her naked body and tied it loosely. “Josh, time to get up!” she said, barging into his room. He woke up, rubbing sleep from his eyes, looking at her. His mother began to pick up his clothes scattered about the room. Her robe became loose as she knew it would. She walked to his bed and bent over in front of him, her breasts popping out of her robe as she bent down to pick up his shorts lying next to the bed. “Oops!” she said, stuffing her large, round breasts with their dark areolas back into her robe. “Tell mommy what you want… for breakfast Joshie,” she said. “Cereal or toast?” “T-t- toast,” he stammered, stunned by the sight of his mother’s naked boobs. Her breasts were beautiful, big and full, with huge, fat nipples as he had imagined them to be. He couldn’t believe his luck. Last night he saw her pussy and now her tits! Sharon was thrilled with her son’s reactions. It was so much fun to be sexy with a man again. She had denied her flirtatious nature for far too long. It was so liberating! Josh became even more infatuated with his mother’s body after their recent encounters and suddenly found more opportunities to view her womanly charms. She had become more careless it seemed lately; forgetting to shut her door while she was changing, or not tying her bathrobe tight, or not at all! His mother seemed more comfortable in front of him too; she was going braless more often – her tits straining against her tight shirts; forgetting he was behind her while she cooked and cleaned – bending over with her shirt riding up over her ass, and her fat titties dangling free. She also needed his help more than ever! His mother would ask him to help her zip-up her dress in the morning and then need his help again to un-zip it that night. She would then let her dress fall to her waist while walking into her bedroom, giving her son a long, longing view of her bare back. One morning she even asked for help to pick out an outfit for work. When he walked into her room, his mother was standing there in just her bra and panties, holding up two sets of clothes. They both decided she should wear the more revealing outfit of the two she was considering. Josh thought about why his mother would as him for his advice, but figured that since he was grown up now, his mother had decided to treat him more like a man rather than a child. Whatever the change in her, he liked it! Josh would jack-off every night, fantasizing about his mother’s tits, ass, pussy and her lips wrapped around his cock. He would spew his load into her pungent panties and hide them deep in the laundry basket where he hoped she wouldn’t find them. Every day followed the same routine. Sharon would begin flirting and ‘accidentally’ exhibiting herself. Josh would watch her coyly and openly ogling her whenever her could. Both of them were ignoring the sexual tension intensifying between them. The night would invariably end with both of the masturbating in their separate rooms. However, everything suddenly and forever changed between them, when Josh found her personal and very private, porn collection…. Sharon had just left for the grocery store, leaving Josh alone in the house. He quickly ran into his mother’s bedroom, searching for another pair of dirty panties to jack-off to. He figured he had at least an hour to spend with her fragrant lingerie, so enticing with her womanly essence. He found a pair lying right on top of her basket, almost like she was leaving them for him! He imagined them to be still warm from her body heat. He put them to his nose and sniffed deeply. They were fresh and pungent! Holding them to his face, he turned to look at the bed she slept in, the very bed he imagined her naked body resting, her soft flesh exposed. That’s when he saw it, her private, super-secret box. It was just a large shoe box, barely hidden under her bed. He noticed that the lid was only half-way on, exposing the contents held within. What he glimpsed was not a shoe… Sharon had gotten careless and failed to hide her treasures properly. After a long masturbation session the night before, she had fallen asleep, exhausted. She had intended to clean up her toys and put everything away, but had forgotten to push the box further, and deeper, underneath her bed. Josh immediately pulled out box, his cock already twitching, and set it on the bed. He flipped off the lid. Josh felt his cock swell as he stared at his mother’s secrets. He smelled her sexual scent wafting up from the box. He knew she must have owned a vibrator; he had searched for it before. However, she didn’t just have one, she had three! A vibrator, a rabbit, and a thick cock-shaped dildo! He sniffed deeply of them, one by one, smelling her pussy, and what was the other odor? Her ass? His mother had put the toys in her ass too! His cock pulsed, thinking of his hot mother fucking herself with these very toys. Images of his mother on her bed, fucking her cunt and stuffing her ass with the dildos quickly stiffened his cock. He set her sex toys on the bed and then pulled out her favorite movies, reading the titles out loud, “Submissive Sluts”, “Use Them and Abuse Them”, “Dominated Bitches” and “Obedient Little Cocksuckers”. He sneered arrogantly, discovering his mother’s submissive fetish. He was hard. Very hard. Josh suddenly reminisced about his childhood and a lot of little things suddenly made sense. Sharon had raised her son well, but unintentionally, raised him to be a bit on the dominant side. “Tell mommy what you want,” was her favorite expression. If he wanted ice cream, she made him her tell, clearly and firmly. If he wanted a toy, he knew he only had to demand it, and more often than not, she would buy it for him. He had remembered thinking that it was almost as if she liked to be ordered into action... 'She does like to be ordered,' he realized, 'She loves to be submissive!' He found her diary lying on the bottom of the box. A small, pink book with a simple clasp. He eagerly opened it. The first page was dated two years before he was born. The words jumped out at him “I sucked my first cock tonight!” Josh glanced at the clock, kicked off his pants and underwear, and climbed on her bed, giving her soiled panties a long sniff. He stroked his cock and continued to read, engrossed in his mother’s secrets. “I went out with Jimmy Clawson and he took me to the drive-in. He parked way out in back, where no one would see us. We made out like crazy! We kissed a while and then he felt me up, played with my titties and he even touched my pussy! He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock! I could feel the hard lump in his pants! I pretended to resist, but he pulled it out and made me touch it! It was hard and HOT! “He taught me how to his stroke his penis up and down. I loved it! What a thing boys have between their legs! Then, he kept pushing my head down on top of it and told me to suck it! He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer (not that I really wanted him to!) I licked the head of his penis a bit (he loved that) and then I sucked my first cock! He was so forceful! I think that is why I like him so much! I really like a boy that knows what he wants. No namby-pamby shit! If you want something, take it! He kept his hands on the back of my head, pushing it in deep, and making me suck it up and down! He told me how good I was doing (Yay me!), then he moaned and shot his sperm into my mouth! He came a lot and told me to swallow it all! Yum! I am such a slut! I’m seeing him again tomorrow! I can’t wait!” Josh was amazed! What a slut his mother was when she was young! He continued to read his mother’s most intimate, dirty thoughts. He read how she became a submissive slut for Jimmy and how she began to crave sucking cock and get fucked - hard! She learned to love getting her ass reamed out and got quite a reputation in school! She had multiple boyfriends and screwed all of them, sometimes more than one on the same day! She loved the feeling of having her holes pounded and feeling sore the next day. She realized that she was insatiable and loved to be ordered to do the most depraved, degrading acts. “It somehow makes me feel like I wouldn’t have done what I did, unless I was ordered to. I guess it is a way to keep myself from feeling guilty, I don’t know….” He read how her boyfriends would tell her to flash her pussy at strangers, suck their hard cocks in movie theaters, or have sex in public places. She even fucked three guys at once, simply because she was told to! She felt so sexy and dominated with a cock in her pussy, one in her ass, and a third in her slutty mouth. “I tried to say ‘no’, but it was just an act,” he read, “They know I’ll do whatever they ask, and even if they force me, I’ll keep ‘cumming’ back for more!” He learned about how she found out she was pregnant and decided to move away, determined to change her life. He read how her dirty thoughts still controlled her and how she masturbated every night, dreaming and fantasizing of a mysterious lover who would take control of her and make her do the most dirty, nasty, sexual things again! “Last night, I had the glory-hole dream again, I’m such a whore!” Josh was filled with mixed emotions. On one hand, he was shocked and disgusted realizing that his sweet, innocent mother he knew and loved was nothing more than a wanton slut. On the other hand, he was extremely aroused and could not deny the hard, throbbing cock in his hands. He flipped to the last few chapters, knowing his mother would be home soon. He read voraciously, stroking his cock harder. “Josh has been peeking at me!” he read. “I watched him stare at my ass and rub his cock! He couldn’t see that I was watching him from the reflection on the TV. He thinks his mom is HOT! I started teasing him and wearing sexier clothes, giving him a few glimpse of my breasts and my ass. I may flash him my naked pussy one day.” ‘Oh, fuck! She is still a slut!’ Josh realized. And… “I saw Josh’s cock today. I opened the bathroom door and there it was! It was long and fat and his balls were heavy and full of thick, teenage cum! I couldn’t help it, I told him that he had a nice cock and wiggled my ass for him. I came so hard a little while ago, plunging my dildo into my pussy, fantasizing that it was Josh fucking me! I know it is so sick to fantasize about my own son! The forbidden aspect of it is so arousing. I can’t help myself. I had the best orgasm in weeks!” ‘My mother is a slut and want’s my cock!’ Josh thought. And… “I found a pair of my panties in Josh’s laundry” ‘Shit, she knew!’ “They smelled of his sperm! I bet he came all over them thinking about his mother! I’ve been leaving some ‘extra special’ pairs for him to find. The thought of him jerking his cock, shooting his sperm and thinking about my cunt, my ass, and my tits makes me cum so hard! I wonder if he is fantasizing about having sex with me.” Josh felt the tingle beginning in his balls. He wrapped his mother’s panties around his cock-head, to spew his cum onto what had recently been pressed against her naked ass and pussy. And finally, he read… “I’ve been teasing Josh even more lately, trying to make him hard! It is so much fun to watch him become aroused and try to hide his huge hard-on. It makes my pussy so wet! At first, I would just make my nipples hard for him, like always, and maybe flash my panties at him. But, the other night, I let him see my pussy! And I flashed my tits at him the next morning! I’ve been leaving my door open for him to spy at me and have been letting him help me to get dressed, just to let him look at my body. Gawd, I’m such a little slut! “At night, all I can think of is Josh’s hard, fat cock fucking my slutty pussy-hole! I am such a depraved whore! If he only knew what a filthy little fuck-hole his mother was! How I dream of having his cock slam into my cunt and pounding my ass until it is raw!” Josh’s cock erupted and he spewed his cum into her panties. “SUCK IT MOM!” he yelled, “SUCK MY COCK, YOU FUCKING SLUT!” Blast after blast of thick, hot cum soaked her underwear. His huge balls emptied as his orgasm washed over him, imagining himself fucking his slutty mother, hammering her tight ass-hole and having her suck his hard cock and swallowing his cum, even begging him for it! “YOU FUCKING WHORE!” he screamed, as his orgasm finished. Totally spent and breathing hard, he gripped his prick and squeezed out the last bit of cum from his softening organ and wiped the thick, white fluid on his mother’s panties. “Holy shit!” he thought, “My mom’s a total submissive slut and wants my cock!’ He wondered if he could make it happen. He wanted her, but how? He needed to think. No matter what her diary said, he didn’t think she was ready to act on her thoughts, even though she fantasized about it. He needed to test her carefully and plan it out. He knew he couldn’t mess up this golden opportunity. 'Hmm, she has been teasing me, huh? Time for me to tease the little slut back!' He would get her so horny she wouldn’t be able to help herself! He cock began to harden again, thinking of his sexy mother becoming his very own personal, slutty, fuck-toy! Josh put away her things and tried to make everything appear as it was. Just as he pushed the box back under her bed, he heard the front door open. “Josh, come help with the groceries!” his mother yelled. He quickly walked out of her room, strategically placing the cum-soaked panties right on top of her dirty laundry. He grinned as he quietly shut the door behind him. After putting the groceries away Sharon went to her room to change her clothes. She saw her crumpled panties lying on top of her laundry basket - the ones she had left for him - hoping he would find. She had worn them all night, getting them nice and smelly for her son. She had fingered her pussy wearing them thinking of him and his cock. She had her nasty fantasies and decided that he deserved to have some too. She picked up the soiled panties and felt their abnormal weight. She smelled the fresh cum wafting up and sniffed them deeply. “His cum…,” she moaned, “He jacked off while I was shopping!” She clenched her twat tightly, feeling the gush of sudden wetness. Sharon opened the panties slowly, peeling back the fabric carefully. She stared at the huge globs of fresh cum, thick and white, against the pitch black fabric of her frilly, soiled panties. She felt weak in the knees and sniffed her dirty panties again. She could smell her pussy juice and Josh’s fresh cum mixed together, like ambrosia. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the thick goo. She savored it a moment, then unable to resist, she sucked all of the fresh goo into her mouth! Mmmmm,” she moaned, tasting her son’s sweet cum and rolling it around on her tongue. “Oh god, it tastes so good!” she said aloud. She hadn’t had a mouthful of cum in such a long time! It was like lighting her fuse. All her old desires were re-awakening in her. She felt her pussy creaming. She wanted to fuck! She wanted to suck cock! She wanted to cum so bad right now, but she had to wait till tonight, in the quiet peace of her room, where her passions could be free. She had to go now; Josh would be waiting for her, for another night of dinner and TV with his mother. Mother and son had a quiet evening together. They were both quiet, pensive, and on edge, both horny, and both keeping secrets from each other. Sharon prepared for bed still aroused. As she cleaned up after dinner she wondered about her son. Josh had been staring at her more than usual tonight. He had looked at her differently it seemed to her, almost with a sexual hunger in his eyes! And, he had scratched his heavy balls right in front of her while they were watching TV! She saw the outline of his balls and saw his cock expanding down his pant leg. He told her to make them some popcorn and she jumped right up to do it. But, she felt so guilty about her dirty thoughts and the recent depravity of eating her own son’s cum that she couldn’t meet his glances and had to look away from him repeatedly, ashamed of her recent actions, thinking he had no clue about the truth she was hiding. Her little pussy was tingling as she went into her room! She was going to play with her soiled panties, soaked with her son’s cum, while she got off. She got on the floor to pull out her box of toys and discovered that she had neglected to put it away properly. She would have to be more careful! 'If Josh had found it…' her mind raced, considering the potential implications… She wrote in her diary feverously that night while absent mindedly playing with her pussy. Moments later, she came hard, her vibrator plunging in and out of her wet cunt, moaning out her son’s name. “Fuck me, Josh. Please, fuck me! Fuck your slutty mother!” Josh shot his second load of the night against her bedroom door, listening to the quiet hum of her vibrator and her soft, guttural moaning. His suspicions were confirmed; she gave herself an orgasm every night - her diary was truthful. He heard her begging him to fuck her and he had erupted, shooting his cum while imaging his mother rolling on the bed; just a few feet away, plunging her vibrator in her cunt while thinking of him. He went to his room, his dick still hard, dripping a trail of cum behind him. His alarm woke him the next morning, strategically a few minutes before his mother would be walking in to wake him for school. He threw back the covers revealing his nakedness. He stroked his prick until it was hard and throbbing, thinking of his mother’s lips wrapped around it. He heard her coming down the hallway and pretended to be asleep, his hard cock and heavy balls waiting for her. The door swung open. “Josh…” she said and stopped and stared… The light from the hallway illuminated his bed, highlighting his hard cock and swollen balls. Sharon caught her breath. “Fuck, its huge!” she murmured. She glanced at her son’s sleeping face, listened for his heavy breathing, and tiptoed into the room for a better look. His cock was beautiful! Long and thick with a large head, 'Perfect for sucking!' she thought. She wanted to cup his large balls, to feel their weight and gently massage them, knowing so well how to coax out a huge cum- load. She needed it. Oh god, she needed it! She reached for his cock. Not to hold it, but to measure it against her tiny hands. She held her hands above it; more than two handfuls, maybe three handfuls of hard cock, she estimated. 'Perfect for fucking…' Then, the bed moved! He was waking up! She walked quietly, but quickly back to the door. She heard him moaning in his sleep. “Mom…” She stopped. Josh continued to moan and mumble, “Suck it mom, suck my cock.” Her son was dreaming about her! He was dreaming of his own mother sucking his fat cock! OMG! She quickly went out to the hallway to gather her thoughts, her pussy twitching, afraid she was about to fall onto her knees, and not wanting to be seen. She caught her breath, counted to ten and marched back into his room, as if nothing had happened. “Josh, time to get up!” she said loudly, banging the door opened. She had expected her son to be embarrassed and cover up, but she was mistaken. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with his cock still hard, and exposed, like he didn’t notice his hard-on! She saw a drop of pre-cum oozing out of his piss hole and yearned to lick it off. “Oh, morning mom!” he said, rubbing his eyes, pretending he has just woken up. “I was having the best dream…” “I bet you were! I can tell,” she added, looking at his throbbing dick. She pretended to busy herself, picking up his dirty clothes and stealing glances at his thick cock. “Breakfast in 20 minutes, OK?” “OK,” he said. “And mom…?” “Yes dear?” she asked. Sharon turned, looking in his eyes, then at his cock, then his eyes, nervously, waiting for his answer… ‘Tell me what you want mamma to do, baby,’ she wished feverously. “I want pancakes this morning,” her son said. It was a statement, not a request. Josh saw the hunger in his mother’s eyes. She couldn’t look away from his hard shaft. “Yes dear.” Sharon quickly left to cook her son’s breakfast, happy to please him, all the while thinking about his cock. She licked her lips, imagining her mouth wrapped around it. After breakfast, Josh gave his mom a firm hug and nuzzled her neck. She felt his bulge against her stomach. “Thanks, mom, it was delicious.” He stood back and looked at her. “You are very beautiful…” Sharon blushed, averting her eyes, but glancing at his crotch. He held her shoulders firmly. She kept her head down. She knew he was staring at her breasts because she saw the lump in his pants stretch and surge, blood pumping into it, making it hard. “Thank you, dear.” She felt so weak, so feminine, compared to her tall, strong son. She wanted him. “Mom, could you…?” Sharon thought to herself, ‘Yes, I could. Just ask me to, darling.’ Sharon looked up at her son, “Yes dear…, what?” She looked at him, lovingly. 'Why couldn’t he say it?' she thought to herself. He had to do it, she knew she couldn’t. Josh was struggling, fighting within himself. His hormones and emotions were boiling inside of him! He was horny and there was a hot, sensual woman standing in front of him. He was a loving son, and his slutty mother was before him. His cock was hard and his hands rested on the shoulders of a horny cunt. All he had to do was push her down to her knees… His unrequited lust was making him so frustrated. His anger seethed within him. He was angry at himself, his slutty mother, and the entire world! How could this be happening to him? It wasn’t fair! He hated her for putting him thru this! Sharon watched her son’s internal turmoil, concerned. As was her habit, she said what she always said to him… “What, Josh? Tell mommy what you want…” she almost whispered it. She leaned against him, pressing her breasts onto his chest. Sharon looked at her son longingly. She batted her eyes and licked her lips, sexy and submissive... 'I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY COCK, MOM!' is what Josh wanted to say. His mind silently screamed it at her. He wanted to take her, control her, and have his way with her. 'I WANT TO FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW! BEND OVER AND SPREAD YOUR ASS WIDE, YOU HORNY, SLUTTY CUNT!' But…, he couldn’t do it. This was his mother, the mother who had given up everything for him. She had worked hard to give him a good life, to give him everything she possibly could. He respected her too much to risk throwing it all away. If he was wrong, their relationship would be destroyed. He couldn’t bring himself to say what he so badly wanted to say. He couldn’t say what Sharon so badly wanted to hear. “I want pizza for dinner tonight,” he finally said. She almost never let him have pizza. It would be a small, but hollow victory. The sexual tension in the room deflated. “Yes dear, anything else…?” Sharon waited, and hoped... “No...,” he hated himself. “I’ll see you tonight.” Sharon didn’t want to see him leave; she sensed their special moment was almost lost! ‘Are all teenagers so oblivious, so hesitant?” she wondered. She called out to him, making one last attempt. She put her hand on his shoulder as he turned to leave. “Ah, honey, I forgot. Mommy will be late tonight. I have a meeting until six o’clock.” She looked at him, questioningly. “Whatever. Bye mom.” Josh turned away. “OK. I’ll leave money out for pizza, sweetheart,” Sharon said. Josh left, frustrated and angry at himself. He stormed out of the house, his cock hard, his teenage hormones surging. He was disgusted at his inability to take control of his whorish mother. He was disgusted with her teasing, her wantonness, her slutty actions, her motherliness… After school, Josh came home to an empty house. He liked it better when his mother was there to greet him; to kiss him on the cheek while he glanced down her plunging neckline; to hug her tightly and smell her perfume; to watch her cook dinner in her short, tight skirts. “Why couldn’t she be waiting, naked, when he got home from school? Why couldn’t his mother be on her knees for him, ready to suck his cock?” he wondered. He had been mad at himself all day. He knew his mother was a submissive slut but he couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of it. “Shit, she fantasizes about my cock, and wants a man to control her and I can’t do it!” He sighed dejectedly. He felt as if he was relegated to jacking off thinking about her forever. How could he make her fall over the edge of desire…? He had already put his hard cock in front of her and she didn’t act on it. What else could he do? 'Maybe she wrote in her diary last night?' he thought. ‘Maybe there is something there that could inspire him to act? His plan had been to tease her and get her horny; but, he didn’t know how to get to the next step! He could tell her what to cook, but how could he transition from that to; ‘Suck my cock’? He dropped his school books in his room, took off all of his clothes, and walked naked into his mother’s bedroom, his cock swelling, already anticipating another strong jerk-off session. He saw the panties lying on her laundry basket, like before. This pair was soaking wet with her juices. She was playing with him… “Fucking bitch!” He breathed deeply of the intoxicating scent. Her pussy! Her hot, wet, slutty pussy! He gave them a lick, and tasted her essence. He bent over to search for her private box and found it right away. He retrieved her diary and flipped to yesterday’s entry. “Josh found the panties I left for him. I picked them up and they were heavy. They were full of his cum! They smelled so good, I had to taste it. I couldn’t help it, I ATE HIS CUM! I’m writing this while I’m lying in my bed, sniffing his cum from my panties and rubbing my pussy with my vibrator. I’m going to close my eyes and fantasize about my own son fucking me! I’m such a fucking, sick, slut-puppy.” Then, he saw an entry from this morning! He gripped his cock tighter. “OMG! I went to wake up Josh this morning, and he had a hard on! His fucking cock was sticking straight up! His cock is so perfect! It is long and thick with a big, fat, glorious head. Just right for sucking and fucking! I walked up to it and measured it with my hands. It is longer than two, maybe three of my palms! I wanted to bend over and suck it. I want to feel it in my holes. The best part was, he was dreaming about ME! He was dreaming about me sucking his cock! “He didn’t even cover up when I woke him. His cock was standing straight up! I swear, he ordered me to make him pancakes I almost creamed my panties! I love it when he is forceful with me. “Before he left for school, he hugged me and told me that I was beautiful! His cock was hard. I knew he wanted to ask me something, so I begged him to ‘Tell mommy what you want.’ I actually thought he was going to tell me to get on my knees and suck his beautiful cock! I would have too. Just the thought of wrapping my lips around my own son’s cock makes my pussy wet.” Josh’s cock throbbed in his hand. He was ready to spew; to shoot his teenage splooge into his mother’s damp, fragrant, slutty, panties. Then, what he read next made him stop and catch his breath! “Josh, honey, sweetheart. I know you found my diary and my toys. I know you jacked off on my door last night listening to me cum and crying out your name.” Josh couldn’t believe what he was reading! She knew! Was she putting him on? He stopped jacking his quickly softening cock and continued to read, his hands trembling. “Since you have read my diary, you know that your mother has a dirty little secret and a sexual past that she has tried very hard to keep hidden from you. But now, you know. I’m so sorry! I have always had a very submissive personality and I love sex. Those two urges have made me who I am. I’m so ashamed of myself, but I can’t change it. I hope you can forgive me, Josh, my sweet, sweet boy. “I’ve tried to change, but I have been so horny and unfulfilled for so long! A large part of my being has been unnaturally suppressed, and I’m so close to losing control. Just smelling your scent in the house and knowing that I turn you on is so arousing to me! Finally, seeing your hard cock and tasting your cum has driven me over the edge and has awakened that part of me once again. I love you, and I want you to know that I will do anything for you. Anything… “If you can’t handle what I am, and what I need to be, then just walk out of my room now, without reading any further. We will forget this ever happened and we can try to make everything normal again. Consider it as innocent flirtation between two horny people. So, just stop reading right now and walk away.” Josh’s eyes jumped to the next line immediately. “If you want our relationship to change forever, stay. But, there can be no going back to the way it used to be. Your mother will give you everything that a horny teenage boy needs. All you have to do is to be firm with me, control me, order me, and even force me if you have to. I can’t do it unless you tell me to, no matter how badly I want it. It will make me whole again. I know you will enjoy it too. “Honey, one more thing, I’m in the bedroom closet right now, watching you. All you have to do is ‘Tell mommy what you want’…” The entry ended. The rest of the pages were blank. “Mom?” he questioned, looking at the closet door. He could see it was opened a crack. “Mom, come out!” he bellowed, “Now!” The door slowly opened. His mother stood there, eyes cast down. She was dressed in black, crotch-less panties with red trim and matching bra. She wore fishnet stockings and garters, all meant to turn her son on. Her face was made up, perhaps a bit too heavily; she looked very slutty. Her dark hair matched her black outfit. Her hair was soft, silky and freshly curled. Her breasts were nearly falling out of her bra. She was beautiful. She was hot. She was his mother, his personal slut, and she was standing before him. The enormity of the situation hit Josh like a slap in the face. This was not a fantasy, it was reality. His submissive slutty mother, the one he read about in her diary was waiting for him to take control. Unbidden, his anger at her boiled over. “How could she be such a slut and a cock-whore?” he asked himself. 'HOW DARE SHE ACT LIKE THIS?' He decided right then that she needed to be punished. He would treat her exactly like she wanted to be treated. No, he would treat her like she ‘deserved’ to be treated! He would take control, dominate her and make his mother his personal fuck-toy! Josh looked at her with disgust and arousal and said. “Come over here mom! Now!” Sharon jerked in surprise but quickly walked over to her son. She looked down at his naked body, his heavy balls, and his big, fat, beautiful cock! Josh knew he could say it now. He could say what he couldn’t bring himself to say earlier. He knew he could tell her anything from now on and that was exactly what he was going to do! “Suck my cock, mom!” he said softly, looking at his slutty mother, “You know you want to...” He knew her pussy was wet. He waited… Sharon froze, licking her lips, staring at his huge cock. When she didn’t move he yelled at her. “GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY FUCKING COCK, MOM!” Sharon moaned and dropped to her knees, glancing nervously at her son. Her clitoris became engorged and her juices began to flow! Josh swung his legs over the side of his bed, his cock now in front of her. Finally, after so many years, a hard, cum filled cock, all for her! She gripped his fat shaft and moaned again. It looked so big in her small hands. Hesitantly, she put out her tongue and licked his piss-hole, tasting his pre-cum. She moaned at the taste and began to lick his glans, his frenulum, and then tongued his fat shaft down to his balls. She licked her son’s heavy sack, and then sucked each nut gently. This cock was special - it was real, not like her dildo - and it belonged to her teenage son. She was going to savor it! She tickled his balls with her fingers, scratching him gently with her long fingernails. She looked her son in the eyes, opened her mouth wide and sucked his fat cock-head into her mouth, tonguing it, loving it. She then sucked him deeply in to her throat! “Oh, you are such a slut, mommy. My mother is a dirty cock sucking slut! Aren’t you mom?" “Mmmmph, mmph!” she moaned in agreement, her mouth full of cock. She wiggled her ass and rocked her thighs, trying to stimulate her excited, wet, naked pussy. “Ah, yeah, suck it, mom, suck your son’s cock! You are you a cock-hungry little whore, mommy. You have always been a slut. Now you are my slut only, understand?” “Mmmmph, mmph!” Her son’s words made her cream. She was so horny, so dirty, and so slutty! This was what she had been craving! It felt so good! “You know I’m going to fuck you every day from now on, right? I’m going to fuck your pussy. I’m going to fuck your ass. And, you’re going to suck my cock whenever I want.” Sharon moaned, knowing her young, horny son would be dominating her every day, every morning, and each and every night... She reached her hand down to her hot pussy and began to finger herself. This is what she needed. Josh continued his rant, imagining the nasty things he was going to do to her. “I may even make you fuck my friend Tim. Would you like that, my little mommy-slut? Would like me to order you to suck Tim’s cock? I might make you fuck both of us at the same time...” She moaned thinking of how degrading it would be to fuck her son’s friend. She imagined Tim’s face, looking at her incredulously, as she crawled over to him and pulled out his cock after her son ordered her to. Would Josh really make her a plaything for two teenage boys? Her poor pussy and asshole would be so abused! 'Oh GAWD!' her mind screamed! She had to stop fingering herself or she would cum. She wanted to wait, to savor this moment and make it last. “Maybe I’ll have a party and invite all the boys from my class? Maybe the football team? Or, maybe we should go down to the adult book store and make you suck some strange cocks? Would you like to suck off a dozen men and swallow all their cum, mom? Suck them, fuck them and have them jack off on your slutty body until you are covered in cum? Or, I can post an ad and whore you out for money!” Sharon moaned, “Mmmmph!” bobbing her head up and down on Josh’s cock, wanting to rub her hot cunt, imagining what her son would make her do, wondering what humiliating acts she would be compelled to perform for him. She was so aroused! She slipped a finger back into her dripping snatch. It was too much for Josh. He watched his mother slurping his cock, remembering the many times he had jerked off to this very image. His balls tingled. He felt his orgasm beginning and grabbed the back of her head with both hands. He couldn’t help himself; he began to skull-fuck his mother, slamming his cock deep into her willing throat. He erupted. “Ah, I’m cumming, slut! Eat your son’s cum, you fucking cum-whore!” Josh spurted a huge load into his mother’s hungry, slurping mouth. She moaned, tasting his fresh, sweet cream. Blast after blast of potent teenage splooge filled her oral cavity. There was so much cum it began to leak out of the corners of her mouth. He pulled out and shot onto her face, then pushed his spurting cock back into her mouth! She felt his cock pulse as he filled her slutty mouth with his cum again “Ah…! Ah…! Ah…!” he exclaimed, as he gave her mouth-hole three final thrusts, his spurts weakening in intensity with each motion of his hips. His orgasm finished, he panted, trying to get air into his lungs. He looked at his cum stained mother, still worshiping his cock between his knees, lapping up his splattered sperm. Sharon savored the taste of her son’s cum and eased her mouth off of his sensitive cock, licking his piss-slit and stroking him softly and lovingly. She looked up at him, from her position on the floor and licked the cum from her lips. “Does my cum taste good, mom?” Josh looked down at his cum drenched slut, filled with arrogance and proud of his new-found mastery over her. “Yes, it tastes sooo good…, thank you, Josh” She suddenly regretted all the years she has wasted. “Did you cum, my little mommy-slut?” “Almost. No… I wanted to wait… for you…dear.” “Get on the bed; I want to see your cunt,” he told her. “Yes dear.” Sharon obediently climbed on the bed, her pussy leaking. She laid down and spread her legs wide, so her son could inspect his new toy. “Your slutty hole is all wet, mom,” he said, “Just like the dirty panties you have been leaving for me.” He leaned in and gave her cunt a deep sniff. “Mmm, fresh pussy juice!” He plunged two fingers into her cunt! They slid in easily. He then placed his mouth over her twat and sucked her fat clit! “Ahhh, Ow, Ow!” Sharon groaned as he sucked her swollen clitty with too much force. Josh continued to fuck her hole, trying to see how many fingers he could get inside of her. Two, then three of his large fingers stretched her cunt walls. Showing his mother no mercy, he continued to finger-fuck her hard, all the while nibbling, sucking and biting her sensitive clit. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!" she exclaimed. Finally, she could be as vocal as she wanted to; she could cum loudly like she used to! No more worrying that her son might hear her sexual moans. “AHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCCCKKK!” she yelled, nearly screaming. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her body. She needed this so badly! Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, her thighs quivered and she saw stars. Josh felt complete control over her. He had made his mother cum. Now, it was his turn again. ”Show me your ass, cunt, you fucking slut!” he said. “Get on your hands and knees!” His cock was hard again. It was time to pound his mother’s pussy. Sharon hurriedly presented herself to her son, ass up, face down. Josh got behind her and admired the view. Her round ass was before him. Her sexy, black lingerie showed off her soft flesh. He could see her ass-hole and exposed cunt. He slid his cock up and down her slit, feeling her heat and her wetness. He soon found her hole with his fat cock head and pushed it in. He didn’t stop until his balls rested against her crack. “Ahhhh!” Sharon cried. “YES!” Finally, after days of fantasizing, she felt her son’s fat cock filling up her tight hole. Josh showed her no mercy and began to drill her cunt. His balls slapped against her as he fucked her hard! “Slap, slap, slap!” was heard in the bedroom as his huge balls hit her cunt and swung up to smack against her clit. Her head was shoved deeper into the mattress with each thrust. Josh grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them, massaging them and then began to slap them. “So, you like to get fucked, mom?” SLAP! “Yes!” “Do you like your son’s cock in your slutty cunt?” SLAP! “Oh, yes!” “Tell me!” “I like it! I like your cock in my slutty cunt!” She began to groan, “Uh, uh, uh!” with every thrust. “Your ass-hole keeps winking at me, mom. Do you want me to fuck your little ass-hole?” SLAP! “Oh, fuck…” she groaned, anticipating what was going to happen to her next. “Answer me! Do you want me to fuck your slutty ass-hole?” SLAP, SLAP! Josh slapped his mother hard, once on each ass cheek. Sharon’s butt was turning bright red. “YES, YES!” She cried. She loved to be ass-fucked! She loved to be spanked! She felt both sides of her ass-cheeks burning. Josh pulled his throbbing cock from her cunt. He scooped up some of her flowing pussy juice using three of his fingers to form a spoon. He slid them from the top of her pussy, first pinching her clit, and then down to her gaping hole, filling his hand with her oozing, abundant cream. He smeared the slimy goo in and around her ass-hole, pushing his fingers in deep. “Ahhh!” his mother moaned, feeling her tight bung-hole being stretched! He gathered up more juice, put it in her ass, then finally smeared some on his cock-head, and then slicked up his shaft. He looked down at her greasy ass-hole and pressed his fat cock-head against it. He paused a short moment, looking down at his submissive mother, making her wait for his cock to penetrate her. She turned her head to look at him, confused at the delay. He met her eyes, smiled, and pushed hard! His fat cock-head penetrated her tight hole, making it swallow his cock. He grinned, watching her eyes widen in surprise, her mouth opening uncontrollably, making a large ‘O’ shape as she began to pant, relishing the sweet-pain of her sphincter being spread to its limits! “Uuuunnngghh!” Sharon groaned, as he pushed his cock steadily into her ass. Deeper, deeper, and then he thrust hard, his balls slapping against her cunt. Josh paused again, enjoying the exquisite feelings of his mother’s ass-hole spasming around his cock! “Do you like my cock in your slutty ass? SLAP! “YES!” “Are you my ass-slut, mom?” SLAP! “YES!” “Do you like being a slut, mom?” SLAP! “YES, Oh yes! I’m a dirty, nasty slut!” She screamed, “NOW FUCK ME!” Josh pulled out his cock until the flared head began to escape from her tight hole. He slammed it back in, enjoying her moans. He did it again. “Ohhh, yes! Fuck it, fuck my slutty-ass!” “Take it then, you fucking slut, you whore, you cum-guzzling BITCH!” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! Josh grabbed his mother’s sensitive, red ass cheeks and gripped them hard, one in each hand. He began to slam his cock into her ass, using his grip to pull her body back towards him as he thrust his shaft forward. He concentrated on the feelings of his cock plunging into her tight hole and felt his balls slapping against her with each thrust. He slammed as deep and as hard as he could. All his rage and sexual frustrations was being taken out on his mother’s ass. He banged her repeatedly. He used her unmercifully. Sharon reached back with one hand and began to rub her pussy. She pinched her clit and plunged her fingers into her pussy, feeling her son’s hard cock pounding her ass. It felt so good! “Ahhhhh, I’m coming Josh! Your mommy is coming all over your fat cock!” Sharon’s orgasm began somewhere deep inside of her, between her stretched and hammered ass-hole and her gushing, tingling cunt. She felt her thighs quiver as her son’s cock continued to stimulate her ass-hole. She worked her fingers in her gash... She closed her eyes and felt her head being tossed back and forth as her son, the fruit of her own loins, fuck her hard, just like she yearned and needed to be fucked. It had been too long, and it felt so good! The taboo aspect of it thrilled her. It wasn’t just any strange cock fucking the living shit out of her, it was her SON! It was so naughty, and so fucking HOT! She was so proud of Josh; his dominance, the size of his cock, and the way he used her and degraded her for his own pleasure. She gripped his cock with her ass ring, striving to give him all the pleasure she could. She was rewarded, and felt his cock expand in her hole. “Ah, ah, ah, I’M CUMMINNNNGG!” she yelled. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Josh!” Josh felt his mother’s ass squeezing his shaft, his balls began to tingle and his cock swelled! “Oh, you fucking slut, you fucking ass-whore! I’m going to cum in your ass, I’m going to shoot into your FUCKING SLUTTY ASS!” He gripped her cheeks harder, leaving finger marks. He slammed into her gaping hole, going deep, shooting his sperm with each forceful thrust! His balls began to empty, he felt his cum again surge up his shaft and shoot into his mother’s ass. The intense orgasm tore thru him, the final culmination of his disappointment, arousal, and new-found dominance over his mother. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “I’M CUMMING IN YOUR SLUTTY ASS, BITCH! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM, YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Sharon stared at the ceiling, her hair pulled tight, her body rocking. Josh watched his mother’s ass slamming back onto him, working his cock, helping him go deeper and felt her squeezing his cock with her sphincter. “AAARRRGGGHHHH!” Sharon felt her son’s hot cum blasting into her bowels. One huge shot, then two more filled her up. She came again, feeling her pussy spasm around her fingers, as he shot his sperm into her raw and sensitive ass. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she cried, as her orgasm washed over her. She felt him thrusting slower, deeper, then slower, even slower, then twice more, then once, and then, he stopped. They were spent, drained and exhausted. They stayed together for a while, catching their breath and feeling the sweat drip from their exhausted bodies. Joshed pulled his still-firm cock from his mother and fell back upon the bed. Sharon joined him, cuddled with him, and kissed his face, his neck, his chest, running her fingers thru his chest hair, admiring the strong, dominant man he had become. Now that he was finished, Josh felt a small twinge of guilt, but quickly disregarded it. Funny, he had almost felt bad for how he treated his slutty mother until he saw how much she loved it. He knew she loved him, and he still loved her, but things were definitely going to be different from now on! © Copyright Undeniable Urges, 2015 - 2019. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from the author is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Undeniable Urges, with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Mommy's twisted birthday present An original story by Starrynight. Enjoy: Audrey felt her eyes closing as she tiredly dragged herself up the stairs all the way to the third floor. She fumbled through her purse for the keys and unlocked the door. She put her purse down and yawned as she looked around her tiny two-bedroom apartment. It was 7 am and the stuffy little house was silent. Audrey quietly stepped over to her small bedroom and removed her jacket. She was wearing her nurse's uniform underneath, and although she was dead tired after her nightshift, she told herself she had to take a shower before going to bed. Audrey unfastened the clip that loosely held her hair together and let her long black hair fall. She stepped out of her shoes, removed her light blue shirt and dark blue pants, and grabbed her towels. She was wearing a white undershirt, white cotton panties and was barefoot as she made her way to the bathroom, her towels in hand. She knew her boys usually woke up at around seven thirty and was pretty sure that she would not run into them on her way to the bathroom, but even if she did, she was too tired to care. After walking into the bathroom, Audrey closed the door and hung her towels on the hangers. She looked at the busted lock and shook her head in anger. It was busted for almost a year now, yet her asshole of a landlord refused to fix it. Audrey faced the mirror, looking at the bags under her eyes and gave herself a tired smile as she began undressing. She quickly removed the undershirt, crème colored bra and panties and threw them in the hamper before giving her naked body a quick glance. At the age of thirty-eight, Audrey had body she was relatively happy with. She was five foot three and weighed 126 pounds. She had long shiny black hair, hazel eyes and a pair of 34b sized breasts with very little sag. Her stomach was not as flat as she would've liked, but she couldn't complain about it. When she was younger Audrey was a dancer, and her body still had a dancer's figure, with tone legs and a small tight ass. Audrey got the shower running and put the toilet sit down while she waited for it to warm up. She emptied her bladder before stepping under the warm water and closing her eyes. Audrey was a single mother, living with her two sons in a shitty apartment she could barely afford in a bad neighborhood. Her husband left them almost ten years ago for no apparent reason, and ever since, she did everything she could to provide for her family. She picked up as many shifts as she could, but even with that, they barely had enough money to make it through each month. It was not where she wanted to be in life, and tears filled her eyes at the thought. As Audrey wallowed in the warm water, a gentle knock on the door woke her. "Mom, can I use the bathroom?" her son asked from the other side of the door. "Yeah, okay" she answered back and heard the door open and close as her son walked in. She made out the outline of his figure through the opaque shower curtain, just like he could make out hers as he took his place in front of the toilet, pulled up the seat, pulled his penis out and proceeded to take a leak, making sure to position his back to the shower. While this was not something that happened often, it was not uncommon for her and one of her sons to share the bathroom while she was returning or getting ready for work while they got ready for school. "How was work?" her son asked her. "It was fine sweetie" she answered and shut off the water. "Don't turn around" she told her son as she moved the curtain aside and stepped out. The bathroom was very small, and she was standing almost back to back with her son as he finished relieving himself and shook the last drops. Audrey grabbed the smaller towel and wrapped it around her wet hair while facing the sink and mirror. She could see her son's backside in the mirror and noticed him turning his head to look back at her. "Can I turn around yet?" Chris asked and quickly turned his head back away. "Just a sec" Audrey said, grabbing the large towel. She wrapped it around her body, covering her from her boobs to mid-thigh. "Go ahead" Audrey said and her son turned around to look at her from only inches away. "Going to bed mom?" he asked, and his mother nodded. He grabbed his toothbrush just as his mother opened the bathroom door and stepped out to the small hall. "Morning mom" said Tony, her other son, as he stepped out of the bedroom he and his brother shared, in just a pair of loose boxers. "Morning honey" she said with a tired smile and thought she noticed her son's eyes briefly move to the exposed top part of her tits, the rest of her covered by the towel. She thought nothing of it and made her way to her bedroom while thinking how much she loved her two boys. Chris and Tony were twins, identical twins to be exact. They were both seniors in high school and to her delight and relief they both managed to get full scholarships to college. Although they were identical twins, they were very different from one another. Tony, the older of the two by twelve minutes, was the athletic one. At six feet and 180 pounds, he was the best football player on the school team and got a football scholarship at an average college in the state. He had his mother's hazel eyes and kept his light brown hair cut short. His brother, Chris, was the smart academic one. He had the same build as his brother, but not as muscular. As opposed to his brother, he grew out his hair and had a short-trimmed beard, giving him the general look of a British author. He got a full academic scholarship to a good college, mostly because of the excellent essay he wrote for the application. Audrey closed her bedroom door behind her as the house filled with the noises of the boys getting ready for school. She dried her hair, removed the towel, slipped on a pair of clean black panties, a purple bra and got between the covers. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Later that day, after waking up, Audrey cleaned the house and thought what to do for the boys' upcoming birthday. She was ashamed by the fact that she couldn't afford any birthday present for either of them and tried to calculate what she could afford. She left for work before her sons returned from their afterschool activities, and throughout her shift she felt bad about not being able to get them anything. When she got back home around 2 in the morning, her boys were already fast asleep. She took a quick shower, washing the hospital smell off her. After stepping out of the shower, she dried her hair with the small towel, used the larger one to dry the rest of her body, then hung them both and looked at her naked reflection in the mirror, studying it. She slid her right hand over her boobs, squeezing them gently, and continued moving it down. She kept looking at the mirror as she slid her hand along her stomach and brushed her fingers through her full dark bush. She rarely bothered trimming her pubic hair. No man has been between her legs since her husband left, and she didn't think one was going to be anytime soon. While still looking at the mirror, Audrey turned her body around. She rose to stand on her tip toes and stuck her butt out as she studied it. It was a shame she had no guy to see it, and placed her hand on her right cheek, squeezing it to her amusement. She turned back around and just as she slid a hand to her vulva, a thought popped into her mind. Audrey spread the lips of her labia to the mirror, exposing the pink interior to herself and thought back to earlier that day. She thought of her son turning around and glimpsing her naked bottom, and her other son checking her out just after. Her tired mind thought nothing of it at the time, but now she was giving it another thought, and a nervous feeling filled her stomach. She grabbed the wet towels in her hand and allowed herself to leave the bathroom naked. Her mind raced as she made her way to the bedroom and she felt flustered as she put on panties and a bra and got into bed. The following day was her boys' birthday, and as tired as she was she couldn't fall asleep, her mind racing with the new idea. Maybe she could give her boys a birthday present after all. The following day Audrey woke up to a quiet house. Her sons were already at school and she took extra shifts the previous days, so she would have the day off to celebrate his boys' birthday. She fixed herself a small breakfast and thoroughly took care of the household chores after. Her sons told her they were going out to celebrate with friends after school, and they would be home later. At around six o'clock Chris walked through the door with a big smile on. His mother greeted him with a hug, a kiss on each cheek and wished him a happy birthday. She noted how big her son got, and when his twin brother walked in a few minutes after, he received a similar treatment. Audrey told her boys to go wash up and said she would back shortly. Her head was spinning as she picked up some burgers and cake, still not completely sure about the birthday present and what her boys would think of it. When she got back home, her sons already set the table and they sat down to have dinner. She got burgers, fries and milkshakes from their favorite place, and they ate happily around the small dinner table. Afterwards, Audrey brought out the cake and sang her boys happy birthday while she put some old candles on it for them to blow out. "Thanks mom, everything was great" Tony told his mother after finishing a large piece of cake and slurping the last of his milkshake. "Yeah mom, thanks" Chris added as he too finished the last crumbs off his plate. Audrey looked at her two boys, all grown up now, and was very nervous as she spoke her next words. "Boys, why don't you move to the couch. I will be right back with your…present" she said with a gulp and blushed. "Mom, you really didn't have to" Chris told his mom in a loving tone. Both he and his brother knew they had no money to spare and neither was expecting a present. "It's your last birthday at home," Audrey said stuttering a little "I had to get you some sort of present" she said trying to hide how nervous she was. "I'll be right back" she said and went to her room while her sons moved to the couch. Audrey was so nervous she started to hyperventilate as she walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She took a few breaths to calm herself down, then stripped out of her clothes until she was completely naked. She picked up a pair of matching black lace bra and panties she hasn't wore in ages and put them on. They hugged her breasts and ass tightly and made Audrey feel sexy. She stood in her room in the underwear, building up the courage to go back to her boys before finally opening the door and stepping out. Audrey was trying her best to look at ease as she made her way to living room. Her sons were talking amongst themselves and didn't really notice her at first. When they finally turned to face her, their eyes went wide. "Mom, what are doing?" Tony asked shocked. They have seen their mother in just her underwear a few times on her way to or from the bathroom, but this was something completely different. "Giving you your present" Audrey said as her heart pounded in her chest. "Wha…what do you mean?" Chris managed to say nervously. "I hope I'm not too far off base here," she started saying nervously "but I'm pretty sure I noticed both of you checking me out lately," she said. Her sons looked at each other, exchanging guilty looks, and she knew she was right, "and I really wanted to get you something for your birthday, but we can't afford that, so I thought I would be your present" she said, her throat going dry as she looked at her boys. She noticed a bulge starting to form in their pants as they looked at her standing in front of them in just her underwear. "But mom, you know I have a girlfriend" Tony said in a shaky voice. They were dating for only about a month, and it sounded like he almost regretted her. "I won't tell her of you don't" Audrey heard herself say. "Tell her what?" Chris burst out "Are you really serious about this mom? What were you planning on us doing?" Christ continued asking. He didn't believe his mother was actually doing this, and even if she was, he wasn't sure how far she was planning on going with them. "I am serious about this," Audrey told her son while looking him in the eyes "as I said, I'm your birthday present, I'm here for you to enjoy me however you like" she said, and her sons stayed silent as they kept looking at her shocked. "How about we start with you loosing your pants?" Audrey said. Chris and Tony looked at each other nervously and neither one of them spoke. Their gazes moved between each other, and their mother standing in front of them until Chris was the first to act. He rose to his feet and pushed the coffee table to the side. He looked at his mother, then at his brother who was still sitting and began to unbuckle his jeans. He released the top button, pulled down the zipper and pulled his pants down to his knees. His cock was hard, creating a tent in his boxers, and his mother took another step towards him. "You sure about this mom?" Chris asked and when he saw her nod, he pulled his boxers down to his knees, exposing his very hard penis to his mother's eyes. Audrey looked at her son's average five-and-a-half-inch dick and was surprised to find herself getting aroused by it. She gave her boy a look before getting on her knees at his feet. She closed a hand around her son's shaft and heard him gasp at her touch. Audrey was amazed how much her son had grown. The last time she saw his penis was when he was a little boy. Now he had a penis of a full-grown man, dark pubic hair surrounding the base and balls. She gave her son's pole a few strokes, then moved her mouth to it and took it in her mouth. "Oh god mom" Chris moaned in pleasure as his mom engulfed his manhood with her mouth. He closed his eyes, not believing this was really happening, and groaned as his mother took half of his length into her mouth and sucked on it. Tony's cock instantly became rock hard in his pants as he watched his mom take his brother's cock in her mouth next to him. He liked his current girlfriend and didn't want to cheat on her, and the thought of doing something sexual with his mother bothered him, no matter how attractive he found her. But as he looked at his brother getting a blowjob from her, he couldn't resist. Audrey pulled her mouth off her son's cock and continued stroking it when she noticed her other son rising to his feet to his right. He looked down at her, the bulge in his pants looking larger and began to unbutton them. He opened his pants, looked down at her, and with one motion pulled his pants and underwear all the way down. Audrey felt her panties getting moist as Tony presented his cock to her. It was very similar to his brother's in length and girth, maybe just a bit shorter, and she looked up at him before closing her free hand around it. She was glad both her young men decided to accept her birthday gift to them, but it felt weird having her sons' hard cock in each hand, stroking them. She tugged on their shafts a few times, then moved her mouth over to Tony's and licked the head of his cock. "Oh yes" Tony moaned as she took his cock deeper into her mouth. He looked at her as she began to bob her head up and down it while she had a hand on his brother's cock jerking him. Audrey sucked on Tony's dick for another minute before pulling her mouth off. She held each of her sons' hard cocks in her hand and jerked them as they moaned, looking at the pleasure on their handsome faces. She kept this up for a few more minutes, jerking them off while rotating her mouth from one cock to the other, giving each a few licks and sucks before switching. After a few minutes of blowing her twin boys, Chris was the first to break. She was hungrily sucking his cock when he began to grunt. "Oh fuck mom, I'm gonna cum" he moaned and looked down at her as she continued blowing him. "Fuuuccckkk!" he called out as his body burned with pleasure and he began shooting his load in her mouth. He was cumming so hard his body was shaking, and his mother could barely contain it in her mouth. When he finally finished ejaculating, Audrey pulled her mouth of him, looked up at him and swallowed his sperm as he looked at her amazed. "Oh god!" Tony called out as he watched his mother swallow his brother's load. It was so hot he couldn't hold back and started cumming with his mom barely stroking him. Audrey quickly noticed and went back to enthusiastically jerking his dick as he squirted his cum all over her. He groaned with pleasure as he came, his first two loads splattering across her face while the rest sprayed the top of her breasts and her bra. "Sorry mom" Tony said looking embarrassed at his cum covered mother. He stepped out from his pants and boxers and grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen which he handed her. "It's okay baby" Audrey told her son and wiped his sticky matter off her face and body. She rose back to her feet and walked to the kitchen to throw the towels away. When she returned, her sons were sitting on the sofa, both with just their shirts on and Chris's shaft already beginning to harden again. "You can take off your shirts" she told her sons, and both quickly removed their shirts without even bothering getting up. Her two boys were now sitting in front of her as naked as the day they came out of her. Tony naturally had a very strong muscular upper body, with big biceps, nice pecks and hard abs. His brother, while not as athletic and muscular as his brother also had a good build, and looking at them both sitting there naked, really turned her on. Audrey noticed she was still in her bra and panties as her boys looked up at her with lust in their eyes. "I think it's time to unwrap your present" Audrey said as they gawked at her. She was feeling much more at ease after making them both cum and found herself looking forward to her sons exploring her intimate hole. She gave her sons a final look then began strip. She started out by moving her hands behind her back and unclasping her bra as her sons watched mesmerized. She pulled her hands through the straps, holding the cups over her breasts, then let it fall to the floor, exposing her boobs to her children. Her boobs were topped with large red areolas and her medium sized nipples were rock hard. She smiled as noticed the boys' mouths almost watering to the sight of her bare tits. "You two had a hard time giving up sucking on these when you were young" she told her children as she caressed her beautiful natural breasts. "Yeah, I can see why" Tony said and his brother chuckled next to him, both looking at their mother's titties. Audrey noticed Tony was also starting to get hard and smiled to herself as she moved her hands to her panties. She looked down as she placed her fingers inside the waistband then slowly pulled them off. Audrey could feel her boys' eyes on her pussy as she revealed it to them. Earlier that day she trimmed her bush, leaving a sexy thin triangle of pubic hair where her matted thick bush was. She looked up at her boys and both their cocks were hard again, their eyes looking at the enticing triangle between her legs. "Who wants to go first?" Audrey asked and took a step towards her children. They both remained silent. "Do you want me to choose?" she asked, moving her gaze between them as they both stroked their hard cocks and nodded. "Okay, then I guess it's only fair that I start with Tony this time" she said and took the final step towards them. She climbed onto the couch between her sons and moved so she was above Tony. She noticed his eyes lock on her vulva and started rubbing it as she lowered herself onto her son. Tony stopped stroking his dick and just held it up for his mom. He didn't believe he was actually about to have sex with her. His penis twitched with anticipation as her vagina neared it, and he let out a deep breath when he felt his tip encounter her soft skin. Audrey looked into her son's eyes from only inches away and hopped that she would not come to regret this. Her body wanted this just as much as his, and with their eyes locked in an intense stare she impaled herself on her own son's hard cock. "Oh my god mom!" Tony moaned as he penetrated his mother's snatch for the first time in his life, breaking the ultimate taboo. She was surprisingly tight for a mother, and Audrey too moaned in sexual pleasure as for the first time in nearly a decade she had a hard cock inside her. Audrey held still as her son stretched her cunt. His cock was very much like his father's and she loved the size of it as it filled her up. She waited for a minute for their bodies to adjust, then began slowly sliding her wet cunt up and down her son's dick while he watched them hypnotized. Tony moaned as she fucked him slowly. His mother placed her hands on his stomach and steadied herself while she repeatedly took him inside her. They looked at each other, then Tony surprised her as he leaned in and took her nipple in her mouth. Audrey moaned in surprise and delight as her son sucked on her tits like he did when he was a baby. She rode her boy to her unworldly pleasure until she remembered she had another birthday boy to please. She carefully pulled Tony off her boobs and climbed off him as he looked at her disappointed. "It's your brother's turn" she said explaining and moved from one son to the other. Audrey placed her legs on both sides of Chris as she sat down on his lap facing him. She gave his cock a single stroke and held it as she raised herself. Her son lowered his eyes down to look at her boobs then quickly back to her eyes. They looked into each other's eyes as she lowered herself onto his dick. Chris's eyes widened with pleasure as the head of his cock breached her, and a long moan escaped his mouth as she continued descending, taking his hard cock all the way inside her tight twat. As Audrey began riding Chris's hard cock, Tony started moving around. At first, she didn't realize what he was doing until he stood up on the sofa. Tony moved closer to his mother as she bounced on top of his brother's cock, sliding it in and out of her slick fuck hole. He offered her his own cock, and she willingly took it in her mouth. Audrey's moans were stifled by her son's cock in her mouth. She could taste her womanly juices on it and listened to the sounds of both her sons moaning, one with his cock in her mouth and one deep in her tight cunt. "Mom, can we switch?" Tony asked her in between moans, the pleasure visible on his face as he pulled his dick out of his mother's mouth. "Sure baby" she said panting, still riding Chris's cock while he threw his head back and groaned with the sexual bliss. Tony stepped off the sofa and watched his mother climb off his brother's pole. As soon as Audrey was on her feet Tony grabbed her and turned her around. He seized her tits and began kneading them as he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. His mom moaned as he sucked on her erect nipple hard before letting it go and standing upright. He looked at her with pure lust as he pushed her down onto the sofa next to Chris. Tony then looked down at his mommy's hairy pussy hungrily and placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide. His cock was harder than he ever remembered it being, and as his body burned with desire, he leaned down and rammed his ragging erection into his mother's heavenly pussy. "Oh my god" Audrey groaned as her son pushed himself into her. Her vagina screamed with forbidden pleasure as her son mounted her, groaning as he began to pound her cunt with quick powerful strokes. Chris immediately got on his knees on the couch and watched the incredibly hot image of his twin brother fucking the shit out of their mother's muff. He stroked his stiff member as he moved it towards his squealing mother. As soon as she saw him, she leaned towards him, grabbed his cock and began sucking on it like a hungry teenage slut. "Oh, fuck mom" Tony groaned as he slowed down the incestuous violation of his mother "can I…?" he started asking, fighting his impending climax. "Yes baby," Audrey said pulling Chris's cock out of her mouth and facing Tony "you can cum inside me" she told him and went back to blowing Chris. She wanted her sons to enjoy this as much as possible and grabbed a day after pill from the clinic. A second later Tony returned to hammering her pussy with his cock and his moans grew louder. "Oh, fuck mom, FUCK!" he groaned and switched to long powerful thrusts as an orgasm took him. He closed his eyes and shivered, pushing his shaft all the way inside her with each thrust as he began to spurt his spunk inside his mother's snatch. He grunted as the pleasure rushed though him, making him squirt load after load of his sperm into his mom until his balls were completely empty and he pulled out of her. "That was amazing baby" Audrey said to Tony as she felt his warm cum inside her. She stopped sucking Chris's cock, let go of it and moved around on the sofa until she was on all fours with her back to him. "Your turn now sweetie, cum inside mommy" she said and pushed her ass back until it touched her son's hard cock. Chris immediately grabbed his hard cock in one hand and placed the other on her love handle. He looked down at her amazing ass and used his hand to rub his cock onto his mom's vulva. She let out a low moan as he did, and Chris followed by slowly shoving his dick into her warm haven. "God mom, how are you this tight?" Chris asked his mother as he pushed himself into her snug cunt until his crotch pressed against her ass. He moved his free hand over to her waist and grabbed her, before beginning to breed his mother like a horny dog. He started out slow but soon sped up and began fucking his mother hard, pounding his shaft into her pussy from behind. "Yes Chris, yes baby!" Audrey said as her son defiled her intimate hole. He moaned and groaned as he fucked her, the slapping of their bodies echoing loudly through the room. After being fucked by her sons repeatedly, the last few minutes her boys breaching her pussy especially hard, Audrey felt a powerful orgasm coming on. "Oh yes baby, don't stop" she called out to her son, praying he would last as the sexual itch grew. Chris could tell his mother was about to cum as she groaned and moaned. He wasn't very far himself but still had some stamina left. He tightened his grip on her soft skin, and gave his mother everything he had, slamming his cock into her pussy so hard it almost hurt. "Oh fuck!" Audrey screamed as her son mercilessly fucked her to an orgasm. She began to squeal and closed her eyes, arching her back as her body began to shudder with unbelievable pleasure. She felt her pussy convulse, clamping down on her son's penis as he too began moaning wildly. "Fuck mom, fuck, FUCK!" her son let out as a moan, forgetting his intricate vocabulary as he began to cum inside his mother. He did his best to keep fucking her, pushing his hard cock in and out while he started to ejaculate inside his mother's quivering vagina. They moaned and groaned like two wild beasts, bringing each other unbearable pleasure mothers and sons shouldn't experience together as they peaked in unison, their naked bodies merging with blissful pleasure. They shuddered and shook as the orgasm tore through them, Chris squirting his incestuous seed into mommy's twat. He kept pushing himself into her as their orgasms faded away, a few last spasms running through Audrey while Chris rode the last of his erection. Chris pulled his cock out of his mother's pussy as it began to go limp and collapsed. Audrey turned around after her son pulled out and took a sit between her naked sons. They sat on the sofa in silence, all three of them red, sweaty and breathing heavily. Tony and Chris were sitting on both sides of Audrey, taking in the fact that they just had sex and came inside their own mother's pussy. Audrey placed her hands on her sons' legs and rubbed them tenderly as she recovered from her orgasm. She spread her legs a little and looked down at her freshly creamed pussy. "Oh shit. Honey can you get me some paper towels?" she asked Tony and placed a hand under her pussy as her sons' cum began trickling out of her. Tony returned a few moments later with a large stack in hand and gave it to his mother as he took a sit back down next to her. She wiped the cum that flowed onto her hand and cleaned the rest of the sperm as it dripped out of her pussy. After she got most of it, she leaned back on the couch. They sat there speechless for a few more minutes catching their breaths. Audrey was happy with how things transpired and was going over the act she just committed with her two sons in her mind. She thought they were done and was just about to get up when Tony moved his hand to her pubic mound and began rubbing it softly. She looked over at her boy's cock and could not believe her eyes as it began to harden again. Audrey's eyes ran up along Tony's naked body until her eyes met his. He gave her a horny look before speaking. "Mom, can we go again?" he asked her to her amazement and moved his thumb to her clit, rubbing it. "Seriously, again?" Audrey asked her son and gave him an incredulous laugh as he nodded eagerly. After not having sex for so long, and her sons taking turns fucking her as hard as they could, her pussy was raw and tender. She wasn't sure her cunt would handle another pounding like the ones she just received, but she couldn't deny her son. "Okay, last one" Audrey said and watched the young penis as it hardened completely. Audrey let out a tired grunt as she started moving around. She faced her son as she climbed on top of his lap and grabbed his dick. She raised herself over the stiff pole, looking her son in the eyes, then watched them close as she impaled herself down on his meat with a quiet moan. Audrey placed her hands on her son's strong chest and let out quiet moans as she rocked her hips on his cock. Even with her pussy feeling raw, her son's hard shaft inside her felt good. She continued riding her son's dick gently when he placed his hands on her tits. He caressed them shorty then brought his mouth over and started sucking on her nipples to her enjoyment. Chris was also getting hard as he watched his mom and brother makig love for the third time that night. He got to his feet and moved over to his mom, looking at her bare backside and amazing ass as she rode his brother. Audrey was too focused on the pleasure Tony was inflicting upon her, she barely noticed Chris moving around until she felt his hands on her lower back. She kept moaning as he ran his hands down her back and placed them on her butt. He squeezed her firm orbs sensually and she let out a deep moan in return. He continued caressing her behind some more, then pulled his hands away. She heard Chris spitting behind her, though she was not really sure why, and few moments later his hands were on her waist. "Chris, what are you doing?" Audrey asked in alarm as her son spread her ass with both hands. "It's okay mom, just relax" her son said as he pressed the tip of his cock against his mother's puckered hole. It was wet with his saliva and he spread her ass wider as he slowly pushed the head in. "Baby don't, I've never…" Audrey started saying then let out a loud groan as the tip of her son's dick penetrated her virgin asshole. Audrey has never done anal before and it never occurred to her that her sons would want to fuck her in the ass. "Ah okay," Audrey called out in pain "just go slow" she asked her son and started taking deep breaths as she braced herself. She stopped moving her pussy on her other son's cock and just stayed still as she decided to allow her son to breach her tight ass. Chris moaned as he slowly pushed his shaft into his mom's filthy hole. He could feel it stretch around him as he pushed in, the tightness of it unbelievable. He pushed in slowly as his mother groaned in pain and pleasure until he was balls deep in her ass. He stayed still for a few seconds, letting his mom get used to the intruder shoved up her behind. After a few seconds, his mom returned to rock her pussy on Tony's cock and Chris felt it was safe. He slowly began thrusting his cock in and out of his mother's ass. "Oh my god Chris, are you fucking mom in the butt?" Tony asked his bother as he suddenly felt her pussy hugging his cock tighter. "Uh hu" Chris let out in pleasure as he continued. "Oh fuck" Tony said, impressed and turned on by his brother's action. Audrey succumbed to her sons' sexual desires as they fucked her at the same time. She had one of her son's dick in her pussy while the other was fucking her ass and the feeling was indescribable. Having a cock in her ass was painful at first, but the longer her son was penetrating her backdoor, the better it felt and the less it hurt. She was moaning and groaning wildly as her sons filled both her holes, plunging their cocks into them enthusiastically. "Chris, you mind if we switch and I fuck mom in the butt a little?" Tony asked his brother like she wasn't there. "Yeah sure" Chris said, eager to get back to his mom's twat. He pulled his shaft out of her ass and helped her off his brother's cock. Audrey stood over Tony and turned around to face Chris. Chris placed his hands on her hips while Tony placed his on her waist and they slowly helped her down, steading her until she could feel Tony's cock touching her ass. She closed her eyes and took a heavy breath as she lowered herself onto her son's cock, then let out a loud moan as she impaled her asshole on his stiff shaft. "Oh god, that's so tight" Tony moaned as his cock made his way deep into mommy's ass. She let out a deep moan, part pleasure part pain, then steadied herself as she waited for her other son to penetrate her other hole. Audrey looked at the son who took her anal virginity only minutes ago. His cock was rock hard, and he looked down at her pussy as he neared his cock to it. He spread her legs wider, his brother's dick sticking out of her ass and pressed his cock to her labia. "I love you mom" he whispered, looking up at her, then thrust his manhood into her wet pussy as she moaned. "Oh my god" Audrey moaned as both her boys double penetrated her "I can't believe both my boys are fucking me at the same time" she said with a shaky voice and closed her eyes as they pound their meat into her ass and pussy. The sensation was unbelievable, and her pleasure was reaching new heights as they stretched her. Chris grabbed her breasts, playing with her nipples a little before sliding it down her body and beginning to rub her clit. This was the final straw for Audrey and she just went off. "Oh fuck!" she screamed in a high-pitched voice and began to whimper and squeal as she climaxed. Her pussy started convulsing and shortly after her entire body started shaking. Audrey screamed in unbearable pleasure as her body trembled from the intense sexual act. Tears formed in her eyes and waves of excruciating pleasure ran through her while her sons continued to fuck her. It was the strongest orgasm she ever had, and she thought it would never end as the cocks in her pussy and ass kept pounding her, extending her orgasm to a length she didn't know possible. She no longer had control over her body and voice and just rode it through, her body spasming and her voice breaking until the intense feeling finally faded away and left her beat. "Oh, fuck mom" Tony moaned when his mother's orgasm finally ended. It was so hot and her ass so tight, he couldn't hold it anymore. Tony moaned as he began to cum inside his mother's asshole. It was so tight, and he could feel his brother fucking her in the pussy as he continued to moan, filling his mother's hole with the last of his sperm. When he was done he was too tired to move, he just kept his softening dick in his mother's ass and held her slightly trembling body as his brother continued to fuck her pussy. Chris stopped rubbing his mother's vulva and just focused on fucking her after her intense orgasm. He could hear his brother cumming too and kept plunging his dick into his mother as he awaited his sexual crescendo. His mother was exhausted, her body sweaty and her hair matted while she looked up at him dazed. Her beautiful boobs were bouncing provocatively, and Chris strengthened his thrusts into his mother, nearing his third birthday orgasm. He looked down at his mother's pussy, watching his dick disappearing behind her hair covered mound as the pleasure was nearing its peak. "Oh fuck yes, oh mom, oh god!" Chris groaned, then closed his eyes and began to shiver as he creampied his beautiful mother. He pumped his cock into her, exploding as the pleasure caused his body to shudder. He fucked her until his balls were empty and he could barely move. He then pulled out of her and crashed down on the couch exhausted. Shortly after, his mother climbed off Tony, his limp cock pulling out of her ass and sat down between her sons. Audrey placed her head on Chris shoulder while her legs were on Tony's lap. Her sons' cream was flowing out of her ass and pussy and onto the cushions, but she was too tired to care. They were all drained and their eyes were slowly closing. Before they knew it, all four were asleep. --- This was the first and only time Audrey had sex with her sons. She was tempted to do it again, and on a few desperate occasions asked one of her sons to eat her pussy, rewarding him with a blowjob in return, but that was as far as it went, and once they were off to college that ended too. A few months after her boys left home, Audrey met a cute new doctor and started dating him. He was younger than her and was able to satisfy all her sexual needs. To this day Audrey, Chris and Tony get aroused when thinking about that night. It was the best birthday present either of them ever received. The End Hope you enjoyed. Comment with your thoughts of the story.

Wife and Daughter As with most couples married for a few years, the sex dwindles and you find yourself settling for the odd hand job, and blowjobs one a month or on birthdays and Christmas. Begging for anal sex at least once a month and receiving disgusted denials has become standard. We have a young daughter, so our sex has to be timed for when she’s out or sound asleep. In other words, our sex life sucks. This morning before sunrise, I awoke to my cock being furiously sucked under the sheets, and since a blowjob wasn’t due for three weeks, I was pleasantly surprised. She must have had a horny dream, because she was sucking my cock with vigor and moaning with enthusiasm. Of course. My wife hasn’t swallowed in ages, so I know to warn her, so she can suck my balls while I jerk off to finish. She doesn’t seem to mind that most of my cum lands on her cheeks. I love to see her face cum covered, but she’s pretty fast reaching for tissues. As I began thrusting upwards to get deeper into her mouth, she shocked me by taking my cockhead deep into her throat and continued licking and sucking. As I whispered to her that I was ready to have my balls sucked so I could jerk to completion, she took me deep into her throat and moaned even louder. I was beyond the point of no return, so my cock went into spasm as I let the cum fly and listened as she gulped and swallowed until my balls were completely drained. My body completely relaxed and was ready for some cuddling, but when I reached for her, she scooted out of the bed and disappeared. I must have fallen back to sleep, because I was awakened a couple of hours later, with my daughter jumping on to the bed and telling me breakfast would be ready in ten minutes. I got showered and dressed and headed downstairs, to give my wife a huge thank you hug and kiss for the special treatment. When I walked into the kitchen, my daughter was plating breakfast and didn’t see my wife anywhere. I asked her where her mom was, and she said that she was still asleep on the couch. Guess my throat fucking wore her out. I asked my daughter to go wake her mom for breakfast, and when she returned, her mom was yawning and said she’d skip breakfast and go upstairs to bed. I asked how come? She said that my snoring kept her awake and she decided to sleep on the couch last night. Before my wife headed up the stairs, I asked her when she left for the couch this morning. She said that my snoring wouldn’t let her go to sleep, so she spent the night on the couch. What the fuck? How could that be? She was gone up the stairs before I could ask anything else, so I sat down to eat. My daughter asked me if anything was wrong, because I must have looked perplexed. I told her that everything was great and thanked her for making me breakfast. She said, thank you dad for my treat this morning. I asked her what she meant, but was getting very nervous about what I might be about to hear. She said that she appreciated me letting her take care of my needs earlier. Now I was in full panic mode and at a loss for words. She must have crawled under the sheets in the dark this morning and sucked me. Before I could utter any words, she asked me if I liked what she did for me. Being stupefied and not knowing what to say, I got up and headed to the rec room to watch TV. My daughter thankfully didn’t follow, and she cleaned up the kitchen. As I channel surfed, my daughter came in and jumped into my lap and hugged me. She asked me if she did something wrong and if I was upset with her. I told her that what happened this morning was wrong, not to mention illegal and that we could never speak about it to anyone, including her mom. Her tears came next, and she told me that she wanted to make me happy, because she knew Mom couldn’t. Her crying, combined with her position in my lap caused my cock to stir uncontrollably and I knew she must feel it against her backside. She told me that she could feel my cock hardening and asked if we could repeat the mornings treat. Before I could even respond, she put her hand under her backside and rubbed my engorged cock. I knew that this was so wrong, but her hand on my cock felt so good and I stayed silent. She sure was fast moving off my lap and tugging at my belt and pants trying to get my cock out. I stood and dropped my pants and told her we could do it one more time and then it had to stop. I sat down again with my engorged cock in full view, and silently waited for her to start. She dropped to her knees and quickly had my cock head in her mouth. I closed my eyes and let her lick and kiss my cock and balls. I gently held her head and put a little pressure on it urging her to go deeper. As my cock slowly slid deeper into her mouth, I soon felt my balls resting on her chin. I looked down and saw that she had me completely deep throated and was beginning to bob her head, with each thrust feeling like I was close to cumming. As the speed of her head bobbing picked up, I could feel the cum shoot into her mouth and down her throat. She was moaning and still bobbing as I unloaded stream after stream of cum.I was basking in the afterglow of ejaculation with my eyes closed, and wondering how I could face her again. Soon my pleasure turned to shock, as my wife entered the room and shouted what the fuck was going on. My cock shriveled and plopped out of my daughter’s mouth, as I stood to pull up my pants. To be continued………….

Hi, I’m Brandy. I’m 28 yo Bi Sub, 5”4”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples (have been my whole life), and a waxed pussy … yes, I got tired of shaving and waxed myself damn that hurts. I’ve been a Sub most my life although I didn’t know it for quite a while. I do prefer men, but I am now a very well trained obedient Sub and will do whatever I’m told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you’ve read my some of my other posts about my journey finding out who I am and what my needs are, I hope you enjoyed it; if not let me repeat a little of the intro. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to have sex and I told her at least 2 hours a day. She seemed to have misunderstood and asked how many days a week and when I said every day she paused, wrote something in my chart and told me I was “oversexed”. I asked if that was a problem and she said only if it interferes with your life. I almost laughed as it is my favorite part of my life and told her it wasn’t a problem. She didn’t ask any more questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the various marks and bruises in private areas of my body. I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like variety and my sexual appetite is almost insatiable so I need to see different people for different experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my life was fine until one of my Doms contracted COVID-19, so I had to quarantine for 10 days and get tested regularly; well guess what even though I had no symptoms I tested positive which means I had to remain in quarantine until I had 3 negative tests on three separate days. So if you’ve read my latest post “Brandy Returns to the Ranch” you’ll know I’m free again and have been making the rounds with all of my Doms and Femdoms to satisfy the pent up sexual desires from being quarantined so long. After writing about two of my Femdom experiences I realized that I really like being with girls almost as much as I do men, so I’ve spent a good deal of time with 3 of my Femdoms; one of which gave me a new extreme experience that I may write about in a later post. I met one Dom right after I graduated college that was exceptionally strict. Another Fem Sub that I knew told me about him and said he was too strict for her, but she thought he would be a good fit for me. She was definitely right about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on command which let me tell you is not a course I’d recommend to anyone not able to handle a lot of punishment over a long period of time. My Doms all know about this now and use it to ensure I cum when, and only when, they want me to. But this is not what this post is about. Now that I no longer need to post as an outlet for my needs, I’ve decided to do it occasionally just for fun. So this post is about how I can be very bad and tease men even though I am a Sub. Note that any names are made up but the story is true. Also, I’ve intentionally omitted all of our tattoos and piercings so that everyone I write about can remain anonymous. I am very good at math and am very lucky to have a great job in a major company located in the Financial District of Manhattan, NYC. I live close enough that it’s just a reasonably short subway ride with no transfers to get from the station at the end of my block to one that is two blocks from where my office is. This post is about what I sometimes wear and do around the office; at least did do before they locked most of it down and now almost all of us are working from home indefinitely. But that’s OK because I can spend the time I used to use getting dressed for work and commuting to see more of my Doms. The organization I work in is comprised of almost all men except for me and one other woman who has been there a long time. I made it clear in the very beginning when I started working there that I don’t date anyone that I work with and over time even though several asked me out anyway, they have come to accept that. Of course they don’t know why, but I certainly can’t have anyone I work with find out what I enjoy as a Sub since I know men talk about their sexual exploits and word would spread quickly leaving me with a huge problem to deal with. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t give them a little peak now and then at what they are missing out on. I have two favorite ways of teasing the men in my office. First I have this very snug fitting navy dress that is low cut and comes down to just above my knee. When I wear this dress with a sheer bra, everyone can see my permanently erect nipples stand out and the curvature of by breasts. I pretend not to notice when they stare at me as I walk by. The second is more overt and really is over the top when it comes to even what I’d consider flirting. I have an emerald green dress that fits comfortably, but it only comes down to my mid-thigh. I wear a thong with this dress and when I know someone is watching I’ll find a reason to bend over to reach for a file or pretend I dropped something and reach to pick it up. When I bend over, my dress slides all the way up to the top of my butt, exposing my thong leaving very little to the imagination. Sometimes I even “accidently” slide the thong between the lips of my pussy first which leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Many times I’ve stood up and turned around to see a guy staring at me with a telltale bulge in his pants. They always turn and walk away quickly, but I really enjoy knowing that they want me and can only imagine what they are thinking they would do with me. Little did they know if I could I would have loved to be a Sub at work and let them all do whatever they wanted to me, but alas that would end my career forever. Now don’t get me wrong, despite me being what I overheard one guy call a “cock tease”, I am very popular around the office. It’s not just that men find me very attractive; I’m also very sociable and outgoing. I almost always go out with them when invited to group events like lunch, dinner or after work drinks. I enjoy their company and they seem to jockey for position to try to get my attention and talk to me whenever we’re away from the office. Even in the office I’m respected as even though I’m just an associate I am a top performer and always do more than my share of work; plus willing to help others if they get backlogged. So what happened next came as a complete surprise to me. One day my manager Frank called me in his office. Frank and I knew each other well; he was the one who hired me. Frank was always very nice to me, and he and his ex-wife even took me to a really nice dinner for my 25th birthday. Frank worked harder than all of us, almost always there before we got to work in the morning and also still there when that last person left; plus he would also often come in on weekends. He was clearly in line to make Partner soon and I know he had aspirations to become a Senior Partner. Unfortunately he left his wife alone too much and after more than 15 years of marriage she had multiple affairs and they wound up getting divorced. Frank asked me to sit down and held in his hand a single sheet of paper that he had removed from my Human Resources folder. He said, “Brandy I have received a complaint signed by several of your colleagues saying that you dress inappropriately and that this needs to stop”. I was stunned; I couldn’t believe they would have done this to me. I too had career aspirations; maybe not Senior Partner but I always received an outstanding performance rating and believed I could easily become a Partner some day. But this letter in my file would likely delay or even prevent that, so I needed to think fast. I hatched an idea quickly, it was going to be a desperate move on my part but I was hoping if I moved quickly enough I could make this go away. I asked to see the letter and Frank told me I could not because it was confidential. I said to Frank “I’m sorry I offended anyone, but I didn’t know there was a dress code” to which Frank responded “well, there’s not a formal written dress code but according to what is in this letter you knowingly have been exposing yourself inappropriately to multiple people in our group.” So far this was going as planned, but the next step would be crucial. I said, “I want to issue a formal open apology to anyone I offended and I know exactly where it should be posted.” Frank replied “Brandy, that’s not necessary” but I had already stood up and opened the door saying “let me show you the spot I’d like to post it.” Frank hesitated but decided to humor me, put the letter down and got up to follow me. I led Frank all the way down the hall to the very back of the office and opened the door to a room with filing cabinets. I opened the door and Frank walked in first, after I entered I closed the door and quietly locked it behind me. I pointed to a long low two drawer filing cabinet and pointed over the top of it and said “look there, I think that’s the perfect spot”. Frank turned to look at it and when he did I quickly slid the sleeves of my dress and bra straps off my shoulders and pulled my dress and bra down fully exposing my breasts. Frank started to say “Brandy, I don’t understand why you think” but as he turned around he saw me standing there with my breasts exposed and lost track of what he was saying. Frank said “Brandy, what are you doing ?!”, but by the time he finished that sentence I had already dropped to my knees and pinned him against the cabinet; quickly removing his belt then pulling his pants and boxers down to his ankles. By the time Frank realized what was happening I already had his cock in my mouth and was sucking on it while I stroked his shaft. Frank was a large man probably over 6 feet tall 220 lbs in his early 40’s, he had been an athlete in college many years before but he was still fairly solid and very strong. His cock matched the rest of him and although not huge was much larger than average and barely fit in my mouth. He grabbed my head and initially started to push me away but I suspect Frank hadn’t had sex since his divorce over a year ago and the pleasure was too much for him to make me stop. So he just held my head between his hands sighed deeply and let me suck on his cock, rubbing his shaft with both hands and flicking my tongue against the sensitive spot right under the head of his cock. Once Frank’s cock was fully erect in my mouth I took one hand and I slipped my panties off down to my knees then took his cock out of my mouth. I stood up still holding his cock, slipped off my shoes and panties and turned him around. I sat on the file cabinet and spread my legs wide saying “I don’t think rules are meaningful if they don’t have consequences. I think you’re going to have to fuck me so that I understand why the dress code is so important” and with that I wrapped my legs around Frank pulling him toward me and guiding his cock into my wet pussy. Despite already being wet I had to pull hard to get his large cock inside my pussy and could feel it stretching me wide. Without saying a word Frank grabbed my waist and started to fuck me slowly at first and then as his cock became more lubricated with my juices he moved a little faster but clearly had learned a lot about how to fuck properly with his many years of experience. I stuffed my panties in my mouth to muffle my moaning so no one would hear me as Frank continued to stroke the inside of my pussy with his large cock. Frank’s cock was so large it pressed hard on my g-spot and the way he stroked it moving slowly back and forth made my body tremble with pleasure. I took my panties out of my mouth and breathlessly said “if you think I need to orgasm just say ‘cum’, but if you don’t I will restrain myself”; then I stuffed my panties back in my mouth, leaned back and started moaning again. Frank just kept fucking me slow and steady for a several minutes, I wasn’t even sure he heard what I had said until he took his right hand off my waist and still holding me firmly with his left hand he pressed two fingers firmly on my clit and rubbed it fast. I moaned very loudly, the panties barely suppressing the sound as my body shook with pleasure. Finally Frank said “cum” and instantly my whole body went rigid and then began to convulse with an intense orgasm. Frank had paused fucking me, but continued to rub my clit fast and hard making me want to scream in ecstasy; instead I bit down hard on my panties and made a strange guttural sound that I had never done before. I suspected his ex-wife Joanne had taught him how to do this. Frank waited until my orgasm subsided and putting his right hand back on my waist resumed fucking me slow and steady as he had before. My chest was heaving from cumming so hard and his cock was still stroking my g-spot sending little jolts of pleasure through my body. By fucking me slowly he was able to last a long time before I felt his pace pick up and began fucking me hard and fast. He was breathing fast and hard; I was sure he was going to cum any moment and hoped he would tell me to cum again, but instead he suddenly pulled his cock out of my pussy. I quickly realized I never told him it was OK for him to cum inside me, so I dropped to my knees, grabbed his cock, put it in my mouth and started sucking hard while I rubbed the shaft hard and fast. It took only seconds before I heard Frank cry out so loudly I was afraid someone would hear him and I felt the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. I stopped sucking but squeezed his balls gently while squeezing and pulling the shaft of his cock each time he ejaculated; milking every drop I could get out of him. He came a lot and filled my mouth with that warm sticky and tasty fluid I loved so much. I slid his cock out of my mouth and looking up at him showed him my mouth full of his cum, then I closed my mouth and swallowed every drop and opened my mouth again to show him it was now empty. Frank was looking at me with a combination of intense pleasure and bewilderment; I suspect what I had just done was ruled off limits by ex-wifey Joanne and I had given him a new experience. Still I wasn’t done with him yet; I was still holding his cock and I ran both hands from the bottom to the top of the shaft squeezing tightly until the last trickle of cum dripped from the tip of his cock. I licked up that cum eagerly swallowing it and then licked his entire cock until it was clean from my pussy juices; then I dried his cock with my panties and removed my hands allowing it to hang in front of me. I really wanted more; I wanted Frank to whip my butt with his belt until it burned and then fuck my pussy hard this time cumming inside me, but I knew I had pushed my luck as far as I could go and let Frank pull up his pants without saying anything. I sat on the file cabinet and spread my legs wide so Frank could get one good last look at my wet pussy which was now gaping open from his large cock; then I slid my damp panties on and slipped my shoes back on stood up and straightened my dress. I said “I think we should leave separately just so no one sees us together and he nodded”. Frank left first and I waited a couple of minutes using my fingers to straighten out my hair as I waited. I then left the room and went to Frank’s office, the door was open and I went in closing the door behind me and sat down. Frank started to apologize saying “Brandy, I’m really sorry things got out of hand back there it’s just been so long since Joanne left and I”, but I cut him off and said “Frank, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I thought we had a very productive and professional counseling session where you helped guide me in advancing my career. In fact, I’m sure that’s what it was and if anyone were to say differently I would strongly disagree”. Frank thanked me and said “about this letter, it was Norma who instigated this and I’m sure she pressured a few of the others to sign it”, then turned around and dropped it in the paper shredder next to his credenza saying “I’ve looked into it and I find it to be baseless, so I’m going to disregard it. Oh and you can wear whatever you want at work as long as you continue to perform your job s well as you have been”. Now it was my turn to thank Frank which I did, then asked “why do you think Norma would write that letter ?”; she was the only other woman in the office and I didn’t think I did anything to offend her. Frank explained Norma had been there much longer than me and I was clearly more talented than her, plus she was jealous of all of the attention the men paid to me and not her. I had never even considered that. I stood up and told Frank I was happy he was pleased with me. I left Frank’s office and went back to my desk and tried to work, but I found it hard to concentrate thinking about Frank and all of the things we could have done in the right place and time. I did take it to heart that Norma felt threatened by me and asked her to have a drink with me the next night. We did go out and had a friendly chat over drinks; I made it a point to make sure whenever she was nearby and there were a group of guys around me to call her over and make her part of the conversation. Over time Norma and I became friends, so it all worked out in the end. And yes, I now have set of new outfits to wear to work to tease and drive my male colleagues to distraction; assuming we ever get to go back to work in the office again.

My niece Debbie Part 2 What are the chances that I could finish in Debbie’s mouth without waking my wife? What if her hubby came looking for her? Before I had a chance to sort out the options, the sheets were suddenly pulled off, exposing Debbie sucking up and down on my cock. I watched in disbelief as my wife glared at me, and then my cock began to ejaculate in Debbie’s mouth. Her gulping sounds as she swallowed my cum seemed to infuriate my wife even further. “Honest honey, I woke up to this and didn’t know what to do” “Don’t try and pretend that you didn’t enjoy that. You obviously orgasmed in her mouth”. “What do you want me to do honey”? “For starters you can take your cock out of her mouth. Is she even awake enough to know what she was doing”? My wife shook Debbie and tried pulling her out of our bed, but she wasn’t responding. “She’s probably still in a drunken stupor hon”. “Yah, but she was sure awake enough to suck your cock and swallow your cum”. “I’m really sorry hon, but I don’t know what to do”. “How would you like it if I went to her room and did the same for her husband”? “I wouldn’t like it and her hubby would probably come charging in here wanting to fight”. “Maybe not, if I was sucking his cock good enough”. “Look, I get it. You want to even the score, by sucking him off, but please think of all the consequences”. “Fine. I’m going to go sleep on the couch downstairs, and you do whatever the fuck you want”. I can’t remember her ever being that mad. She left the room and presumably headed downstairs. As I lay back trying to figure a way out of this mess, I felt a tongue lapping at my wilted cockhead. Yes, she started sucking again, and my cock responded by growing to full length in her mouth. Fuck it, I’m already in a heap of trouble, I might as well get my full jollies. I pulled Debbie off of my cock and placed her face down on the bed. I got a pillow under her hips so her ass was raised off of the mattress. I spit on my cockhead and placed it at her ass, and started to massage my way into her tight opening. Debbie pushed upwards, to my surprise, and I slowly entered her ass. A few slow thrusts and I was fucking her ass balls deep. Her moaning grew louder so I cupped my hand over her mouth, to keep the sounds down. After a few minutes of hammering her ass, she pulled my hand from her mouth and screamed that she was cumming. That caused me to cum up her ass, although I didn’t have much left to shoot. She had sucked me dry only a few minutes ago, but the orgasm in her tight asshole felt awesome, nonetheless. Fuck, I wonder who heard her scream when she orgasmed? Then I heard it. ”SWALLOW MY CUM DEBBIE”. What the hell was that? I pulled out of Debbie’s ass and got up to check. As I entered the hallway, I saw that their bedroom door was ajar, and with the nightlight glowing, I saw my wife crawling out from under the sheets, with cum running down her chin. She saw me looking at her and just grinned, proudly displaying the cum running out of her mouth. Neither of us said a word, and returned to our room. My wife took Debbie out of the bed and steered her back to her room. She crawled into bed, with cum still gleaming on her lips and chin, and asked me what I was thinking. “Did he believe that Debbie just sucked him off”? “Must have. He went back to snoring after I swallowed his cum”. “Do you think that we can ever put this behind us honey”? “Unlikely, since you fucked Debbie up the ass after I left. Yes, I watched it all from the hallway”. Shit, can this get any worse? “How could you do that in our bed? You have never given me an anal orgasm”. “I didn’t think you would let me”. “Well Debbie sure seemed to like it, so maybe I should try it with someone”. “Anyone that you have in mind”? “Get over here, and fuck me up the ass”. I didn’t have to be told twice, so for the second time in an hour, I was tasting the forbidden fruit. I must admit that my cock was struggling to hold a full erection, but when my cockhead felt her tight ass, it started throbbing and gained enough steam to penetrate and get balls deep inside her. This was something new fucking her anally in the missionary position, especially since I could still see cum gleaming on her lips and chin. She moaned and writhed underneath me, and I could tell she was reaching her orgasm quickly. Before I could hammer her hard, she tried to kiss me, and I lost my erection. The thought of kissing someone with another mans cum on her face turned me right off. She forced her tongue into my mouth, and asked me to lick her face as punishment for fucking Debbie up the ass. What could I do, other than comply. It was actually kind of kinky, and my erection was now full blown hard, so I hammered my cock up her ass with quick thrusts, and soon we were both orgasming together. “Pump that cum up my ass you bastard”. “You got it cocksucker”. To Be continued………………………………………..

Aunt Carol is mom's younger sister. She is five years younger and is built like Jessica Simpson, if Jessica was tall with long, beautiful legs. Aunt Carol stands at 5'9” and is all legs. She had always been my favorite. As a kid growing up, she was always willing to spend time with us kids, always taking time to play games and ask us about school and our friends. I walked around with an perpetual hard-on, as I started noticing girls. To me, Aunt Carol was a beauty queen and I started noticing her tight clothing that showed off her hot body. Unlike the girls at school, aunt Carol has real big beautiful tits that fill out the tight blouses she likes wearing. As I grew older, I got into Playboys (this obviously took place several years ago) and my admiration for all parts of a woman's anatomy increased. The pictures would emphasize a woman's tits, ass, tight body, hips and legs. Plus, all the women were made up to look completely gorgeous. To me, that become the idea of the perfect woman. What I also discovered was that aunt Carol could easily have been a Playboy model. She has a gorgeous face; not cute, gorgeous, elegant. Britney Spears is cute, but Nicole Kidman is elegant. She is tall with long legs, nice hips with a slim waist and a rack that is just as big as the women in Playboy. At the time I knew nothing about sizes, all I knew is that they were big and perfect. Her ass was a work of art. Similar to Jessica Simpson, only slightly bigger but tight and full. She looked like a goddess in whatever she wore - jeans, shorts or bikini. The shorts and bikinis best showed off her best feature – her long, smooth legs. Needless to say, I walked around with a hard-on whenever she was around. So, when my mom asked if I would join them on the 4-day adults-only cruise they were scheduled for in a week, where I would be aunt Carol's “date”, I immediately said “YES!” I am not sure if I was a bit too loud and too excited, but I really didn't care. Dad, mom, aunt Carol and her fiancé had been planning the cruise for several months. She had originally called to tell her that she and Brad had broken off their engagement due to him cheating on her with a lady from work. We would later find out out that the lady was the office tramp. She had nothing on aunt Carol, but his loss would be my gain. She was calling to cancel, saying she was not in the mood and did not want to be a third-wheel with mom and dad on the trip. Mom convinced her to go as planned, volunteering me as her “date”....and that is how I ended up tagging along on the cruise. I had not see Aunt Carol for close to two years. She had moved four hours away for a job that paid her very well and it was the kind of job she had always dreamed of. As difficult as it was, she moved away with most of the family still in town. She was unable to visit often, but the two times she did, I was out of town. A kid can grow up significantly in two years. I had recently graduated from high school and I was sixteen when I last saw her in person. When I first walked out through the back door, I was pleasantly surprised. She was just as hot as always, laying out by the pool with mom and a glass of wine in her hand. She immediately got up to hug me and I realized that I was now taller than her (I had grown to 6' tall from the last time I saw her) and that she felt great in my arms with her tits pressed tight against my chest. The bikini she was wearing certainly added to her hotness. She started yelling, checking me out up and down, excitedly telling me how much I had grown and how handsome I looked. I certainly could not argue with her on that point. For the past four years I was on the wrestling team and I had obviously been weight lifting to give me a competitive advantage. She asked if I had a girlfriend, saying that the girls must be fighting with each other to be with me. I told her that I had broken up with my girlfriend recently and was not ready to start anything new with anyone anytime soon. Mom got up to refill their wine glasses while I sat there talking to aunt Carol about the last two years and my plans for college. Mom was gone for about fifteen minutes, enough time for me to sneak a peak at all of aunt Carol's body. Thankfully mom came back, telling me to give them some privacy, saying I would have plenty of time to speak with my aunt on the cruise. We were due to check in the next day for the cruise, so we decided to order a pizza for dinner and go to bed early. While the pizza arrived, both mom and aunt Carol jumped in the shower, separately. They came out dressed in regular shorts and a t-shirt. I was hoping she would have stayed in her bikini. Oh well. After dinner, we watched TV and soon my mom and dad left for bed, reminding us not to stay up late as tomorrow was a busy day and we needed to get up early. We didn't stay up much later before I told her I was going to bed. She followed me down the hall and hugged good night prior to walking over to the guest room. Again, her tits felt nice pressed against my body. After being in bed for a few minutes, she knocked lightly on my door prior to walking into my room dressed a pair of tight shorts and a tight crop top that showed her hard nipples poking through her shirt, tight stomach and long legs. Damn! She explained that she had not packed her phone charger and was hoping I had and extra cord. I jumped out of bed to see if I could help her. I was only wearing a pair of boxers, but I was not thinking. I found the extra cord that she was looking for and gave it to her. After I was in bed, I started thinking about what had just happened and realized she had been checking me out, in a not so casual way. I also realized that there was a tent in my boxers. I have a nice 7” cock that my two ex-girlfriends have complemented me on. So, I am sure she saw it. I kept tossing and turning in bed, worried she would mention something to my parents in the morning. Not knowing what to do, I started jacking off, fantasizing about her in the bikini I had seen her in when I first got home. I made a bigger mess than normal, but it certainly helped me to fall asleep. The torture continued the next morning. As usual, we were all in a hurry when the shuttle arrived to take us to the port to board the ship. She was wearing a halter top with spaghetti strings that made her tits look amazing. Her tits were holding it place just fine that the strings were not necessary. She as wearing short shorts with high-heel sandals, making her legs look delicious. Once again, I felt a hard on coming on. With all commotion of loading up the luggage and checking that I had everything I wanted to take with me, it helped bring it down. I loaded a couple of books, a deck of cards, my iPad and other items that I might need. We jumped into the van and the four of us were on our way. We dealt with the expected crowd at check-in and that was when we discovered the oversight of only two rooms. My dad offered to share a room with me, so the two sisters could share a room. She immediately protested, saying she was not going to ruin the trip for them and that she and I would figure it out. She grabbed her room key from my dad and we all agreed to meet by the pool bar in an hour. I turned to dad, shrugged my shoulders and followed her to our room. We unloaded our luggage, laid down on the bed for a few minutes before she walked into the bathroom to change. She came out wearing a hat, sunglasses, and her bikini with a sarong tightly wrapped around her ass. I had changed while she was in there, so I grabbed my cap and sunglasses and we headed to the bar. She put her hand in my arm, reminding me that I was her date and from that point I needed start acting like it. I chuckeled and asked her what that involved. She said I would need to act like a boyfriend, fetching drinks, applying suntan lotion, and pretty much anything else that would make her happy. Also, I would need to stop calling her aunt Carol. I could call her Carol, honey, or babe. I told her I would be the best boyfriend she ever had. We both laughed as we were arriving at the bar. My parents were already there, with a drink each in their hand. They also had a wine waiting for her and Coke waiting for me. We sat a the bar for a few drinks before deciding to find some lounge chairs to hang out by the pool. Mom and dad walked ahead of us, as I walked over to Aunt Carol to offer my arm. She looked up at me and gave me a happy smile. We lucked out, finding four empty lounge chairs. They were laid out with two in front and two in back. Dad and I took the two rear ones and mom and her sister taking the two in front. By now, they were in several drinks and feeling no pain. Me? I was completely sober with 4 Cokes. Mom and her sister got up to go to the restroom and I discovered something that had been under my nose the whole time. Mom looked fucking hot in her bikini. She always wore a one-piece at home, but I suppose she bought a two-piece for the cruise, thinking it was going to be my aunt's fiancé coming and not me. Her ass looked just as tight as her sister's with the bikini that look a size too small on her tight, sweet ass. Why had I never noticed? As they walked away, my dad asked “So, who do you think had a nicer ass?” “Mmm, I don't know” “Your mom's not bad for a 40 year old sexy lady, huh?” “No. It's...it's...uh...nice.” We stayed quiet while staring at them while they walked away. Both Carol and mom were fucking sexy in their bikinis with slim waists and tight butt's as they walked away. Looking around, I could see several other guys checking them out. They soon returned and took their seats with a fresh glass of wine in their hands. Dad got up to us the restroom and I decided to stay behind. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun while mom and Carol gossiped about people on the ship. They soon started talking about Brad and how she had found out and what a pathetic loser he was. That was also when aunt Carol mentioned that he had not been fulfilling his duties for the past several months and that she was very horny. They must have forgotten I was there. I almost gave myself away when I heard Carol say “I am so horny, I might even take advantage of your son.” My mom's reply was certainly not expected “Go ahead, I'm sure he would enjoy that.” They both laughed with my mom continuing “The way he was undressing you with his eyes last night by the pool, I'm sure he would be up for the challenge.” They soon went back to mocking the people around us and dad had made his way back, explaining he had gotten lost. We went to grab some lunch. While at lunch, it was announced that a Calypso band would be playing on the top deck. Mom and dad both passed, but Carol said she wanted to go check it out. It sounded like fun so I grabbed her hand and took her with me. We heard the band from far away and let our ears help us find them. We were dancing and having fun, with me watching my sexy aunt shake her ass. She is absolutely a beauty! I allowed myself to fantasize and to think of her as my girlfriend. I grabbed her and took the lead. I reached around her and put my hand on the small of her back while keeping her tight against me body as we danced. She felt great in my arms against my body. I had a chubby that I was able to control from becoming a full erection. We decided to return to our room and take a nap before dinner. She'd had too much wine and the sun had also played a part in getting her tired. While we walked back to our room, my fantasy continued, with her putting her hand in mine. To anyone else, we looked like a couple. She asked if I minded her holding my hand, perhaps I did not want to be seen with an old woman. I told her that I certainly did not mind. I looked at her and told her she was only 35 and beautiful! I also meantioned the fact that she did not look her age, she looked more to be in her mid 20's. I was the lucky one to have her holding my hand. She smiled at me and said that complements like that would get me far. We arrived at our room and we both jumped on the bed. I was lying on my back when she decided to cuddle up to me, throwing her arm around my chest and her leg over my leg. Once again her tits were pressed against me. How I managed to fall asleep with an erection, I'll never know. By the time I woke up, Carol was already in the shower getting ready for dinner. When she walked out, I was once again tortured. She walked with her hair wrapped in a towel and a small towel wrapped around her body that covered her tits and barely came below her butt cheeks. I was definitely trying my hardest to remove that towel with my eyes. She smiled at me flirtatiously and told me to jump in the shower. She explained that she was going to get dressed while I showered. When we walked out of our cabin, I was standing tall and proud holding my dates hand. She looked amazing in her little black dress. She went from Jessica Simpson to Jessica Rabbit. Checking out her ass, I noticed there weren't any panty lines. That alone drove me crazy. I got a little brave and said to her “Come on babe, I can't wait to show you off.” She laughed and asked if I really liked what she was wearing. My answer was “Oh yeah. You look very sexy.” “I'm glad you approve.” she responded. We walked in silence, hand in hand, the rest of the way. We found my parents at the restaurant and walked up the host to be seated. It was the nicest restaurant on board, with everyone dressed up nicely, enjoying the fine dining. The food was excellent. We were in international waters and I was able to order any alcoholic beverage of my choice. I ordered a long island iced-tea, determined that I would only be ordering one, assuming Carol would not want a sloppy drunk as her date. The conversation was good and they certainly had more than one drink at dinner. They got louder and funnier and I was having a blast. Who knew my parents could be so much fun? The plan for the night was dinner and a dance. It was a combination of a restaurant and dance floor. They had both live music and a DJ. The live music was made up of a big band that played anything from Sinatra, Bennett and Martin to fast beat swing music. Unbeknownst to my aunt, my ex and I had taken dance lessons on a dare, so she was pretty impressed when I lead her around the dance floor. Mom and dad joined us, but were nowhere near as good as us. When we sat down, there were several people both men and women, that came over to complement us, telling me my girlfriend and I looked great out there. Carol heard this and teased me a bit about it, which I loved. “So, am I your girlfriend now?” Remembering their conversation earlier about her maybe taking advantage of me and still feeling a buzz from my drink earlier, I was bit cocky with my answer. “I don't think you could handle being my girlfriend.” With I shocked look on her face, her response was “Why don't you try me, you little cocky fucker?” We both laughed it off as I heard my favorite song from Big Bad Voodoo Daddy play. It was one of the songs my ex and I had actually practiced to while learning to dance. I grabbed her and walked to the dance floor. As I kept spinning her and then bringing her back to me, it felt like she was pressing her big breasts hard into my chest. I was loving the feeling and continued, trying my best to impress my date. When the song was over, she asked if she was good enough to be my girlfriend. I laughed and nodded my head. She quickly put one hand behind my head and gave me a peck directly on my lips, something a girlfriend would do. Was she claiming me to keep the other ladies away? As a virile 18 year old, I somehow made my way back to the table, struggling with my hard on, as she pulled me my hand. A slow song came on and all four of us got up onto the dance floor. My parents were certainly enjoying their cruise. They starting lightly kissing with one of my dad's hands on her beautiful ass. Around the house, they had always shown physical attraction towards each other, up to the point of my dad joking that he wanted to take my mom back to their bedroom. When I looked over to see them, it made me happy that they were having fun. Holding my hot aunt with a killer body in my hands, there was so much I wanted to do to her, but also knew I shouldn't. I certaintly held her tight against me, feelign her breast against my chest. When I started feeling my dick getting hard, I loosened my grip on her, hoping she had not felt it. “Johnny, hold me again how you were holding me, that felt nice” she whispered in my ear. Reluctantly, I did as she asked. When her crotch came into contact with mine, I heard her give off a soft moan. That song was followed by another slow song that only prolonged my embarrassment. Here I am, holding my mom's sister while she is feeling the biggest hard on I have ever had push up against her pussy. WTF! The song ended and once again she reached behind my head to gently pull my head down for another peck. This peck was slower and I felt her tongue come out to sensually slide across my lips. Holy shit, was she serious about what she told mom earlier today out by the pool? Had mom been serious about giving her permission? Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!! “Am I being a good girlfriend?” she asked in a very seductive voice, bringing me back to reality. “Uh huh” was all I could say while nodding my head. We all hung out and had a blast dancing and drinking. On several occasion she would rest her hand on my lap as I rested my arm around her on the chairs back. To anyone else in the restaurant, we were definitely a couple. The whole time I kept thinking what that kiss meant and what would happen once we got back to our cabin. On several occasions she would look over and squeeze my thigh while winking at me with a very sexy look. Eventually, the night came to an end and we had to return to our cabin. With my dad struggling a bit, we first walked them to their cabin before heading to ours. On the way to our cabin, she put her arm around my waist and I put mine around her shoulder. I was enjoying the dream of her being mine. We reached our cabin and she stepped into the bathroom first to get ready for bed. She came out in the same tight shorts and crop top she had worn the night before. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra with her hard nipples proudly on display. Standing there only in my boxers, I had gotten a little brave and chose only to wear my boxers and no shirt, I quickly walked into the bathroom. I had to pee and somehow managed to go with a stiff cock in my hand. I must've taken a bit longer than necessary, because by the time I got out she was already in bed, on her side, facing away from me. When I got into bed, she asked me to hold her. As I reached over to hug her, she pushed her ass back against my groin. My dick was once again stiff and it seemed like her ass was pressing harder against it. I said goodnight and softly kissed her on the exposed skin next to her neck. “Mmm....that felt nice. Goodnight night baby” She turned around and we kiss for about a minute. Fuck, she felt nice! She was definitely an early riser. Did she forget she was on vacation? The next morning I woke up with her already showered, pestering me to shower. She was hungry and wanted to go grab some breakfast. It was certainly going to be another day of torture with a different halter top and a different pair of short shorts that complemented her perfect ass. I grabbed my sunglasses and cap and announced I was ready to take my babe out for breakfast. She laughed as we headed out the door, telling me I was doing a good job as her boyfriend. On the way there, we checked in with my parents, who opted out of breakfast. They were still in bed and were in no mood to do anything that required getting out of bed. We were on our own for the first part of the day. We headed over the buffet. I grabbed an omelette and she went light with toast, a hard-boiled egg and some coffee. We grabbed a table and she sat next to me, not across from me. She asked me if I had a good time last, because certainly had. I told her I had a great time and I was impressed that she was able to keep up. She asked if I had taken dance lessons and I explained to her about the lesson my ex and I had taken. Putting her hand on my knee, she said her favorite part was when we were slow dancing, telling me she could feel my excitement. She caught me off guard and the only thing I could think of was to take a long drink from my water cup. She changed the subject and we were soon finished breakfast. We chose to explore the ship, seeing what other activities we could enjoy. We ended up doing some skeet shooting off the back end of the boat. She was actually able to hit a few. I was more impressed that she turned around, excited and proud of herself, hugged me and gave me a quick kiss. After last nights dancing and the goodnight kiss we shared, she was treating more and more like a boyfriend. After we were done, she asked what I wanted to do. I'm still a kid so I told her I wanted to get on the water slide, afraid she would think that was a bit childish. I was wrong. We practically ran back to our cabin and quickly changed. Again I was enjoying her big tits and her tight ass on display in her bikini. We went back up and stood in line. It was the busy time and so there was long line. She backed up with her ass touching my crotch and grabbed my hands and put them around her waist. She looked over her shoulder and told me I was being a good boyfriend and then puckered up. I lowerd my head and once again we were kissing, in public....and my dick wanted to partake of the fun. Our lips separated as we looked up to see the lines progress. She took the opportunity to purposely wiggle her ass hard against my stiff cock, then looked up and over at me with a very mischievous grin. She went first and I followed afterwards. She was waiting for me at the landing pool...topless. Well, not necessarily topless. Her boobs had come out with her top pushed to either side of her boobs. I quickly went over to hug her and tried whispering in her ear to fix her top. She mistook my approach, threw her arms around my head and started kissing me hard. I forgot for a moment what I was there for and started kissing her back, enjoying the feeling her naked breast as I held her tight against me. People around us started applauding and I remembered why I had approached her. I told her about her top and helped her fix it My hands actually came into contact with her breasts as I made sure her tits were properly coveted. We embarrassingly waved to the crowd as we walked away laughing. It was close to 2pm and my parents finally called. We made plans to meet for lunch. Carol and I grabbed a towel but did not bother changing; we planned on doing some swimming after lunch. We met and my parents had a light lunch, still recovering from last night. Carol and I were both hungry from our morning activities. After lunch, we all decided to continue our exploration, the walk also gave us time to walk off our lunch. We were all surprised when we found a top-optional pool hidden near the front of the top level. Something not expected on a cruise, but I assume it being an adults-only cruise, was converted to accommodate guests that were interested in getting a full tan. We all looked at each other before Carol continued walking toward the pool, looking back and waving at us to join her. “I guess we're doing this” said my mom. As I followed behind her, Carol dove into the pool completely topless. There they were again, for my viewing pleasure...and everyone else's. Not that I would know as my eyes never left her, at least not until I caught my mom in my peripheral vision walking towards the pool...also topless. As much as I was enjoying Carol's beautiful body, I was also starting to enjoy my mom's. Was I really getting an erection looking at my topless mom. “Wow, I always wondered what her tits would look like. They're pretty nice, huh?” asked my dad. His question actually did not shock me nor his confession. “Uh...huh. So are mom's” I answered, mindlessly “So what happened last night? Did you tap that?” asked my dad. Not sure if he was kidding, I gave him a smart-ass answer. “Nah....did you tap that?” I asked while turning my head towards mom. “You're here, aren't you?” We both started laughing out loud. The girls came over asking what was so funny. We told them it was an inappropriate joke and it could not be repeated. Mom started hugging dad, being loving with kisses begging him to share the joke. I think she was just having a good time and trying be amorous with dad. My aunt came over to me and also put her hands around my neck and snuggled me while looking over at my parents. Suddenly, they both stared at us, not sure what to say. I can just imagine what my mom was thinking of her sister with her hands around her son's neck and her big naked tits pressed against his chest. “Don't worry, this is not the first time.” she said. “What?” my mom answered with a look of total confusion on her face. My aunt went on to tell them the story about her top had coming off while coming down the slide, with me hugging her to help shield her from the people around the landing pool. She conveniently left out the part where her tongue started playing with mine. She did include the applause we received, which made my parents laugh to the point that they had tears coming down their faces. Weirdly, after that point, it was totally acceptable for my aunt to hug me the rest of our time in the pool. I was enjoying holding her in my arms as I caressed her back with my hands. She definitely felt nice. It was good to be the envy of every guy, and some girls, in that pool. We were in no mood to do any more exploring, so we spent the rest of the day in the pool until it was time for dinner. We grabbed a pizza and a pitcher of beer before calling it a night. My aunt and I were acting giddy as we walked back to our room, hand in hand. Kissing all day long and swimming with and hugging her topless had me extremely horny. I was not sure of what would happen in the room, but I was planning to kiss her some more, a lot more. We entered the cabin and she stepped into the bathroom, telling me I could get ready for bed while she got ready in the bathroom. I quickly removed my clothing and left on my boxers. I jumped into bed and heard her step into shower. I was like a little kid anxiously waiting for her so we could continue our kissing. She soon turned off the water, blow dried her hair and stepped out wrapped only in a towel. She asked me to close my eyes while she put on some clothing. My prick was hard in a heart beat when she told me I could now open my eyes. She stood there in front of me wearing the skimpiest pair of pink thongs. Nothing else. She looked at me with a look of desire, never looking away as she climbed over me and started kissing me, shoving her tongue down my throat as far in as possible. This sexy woman was taking advantage of me, as she had warned my mother. As mom predicated, I was fucking enjoying it, with my hands going up and down all over her back side, caressing her back and grabbing her ass. Her tight, full, succulent ass. There is nothing nicer than the smell of a woman fresh out of the shower. She smelled fantastic! I turned her around, with me now on top. I was determined to get my mouth on her big tits, the tits that were the object of my desire for the past five years. I had released millions of gallons of cum masturbating, dreaming of this day. We slowed down our kissing, but my hands continued exploring her body. I moved over a bit to the side, allowing my hand to touch all of her. My hand went from her shoulder and over to her tits. I cupped her breasts, I pinched her nipples and continued roaming my hand all over them. “I see you like them, huh?” she asked. “Mm...hmm. You don't know how long I have been wanting to do this.” “Since you saw me in the pool?” “Try since I started puberty and discovered how sexy you were. Your tight shirts have been torturing me ever since” I said as I lowered my mouth and started sucking on them, finally. “Mmmmm...that feels so good baby. Oh yeah...” Her words encouraged me to not only suck on her nipples, but to make love to her entire breasts with my mouth. “Mmmm, baby. Your auntie loves they way you are sucking her breasts. Please don't stop.” Her acknowledging the taboo of her nephew suckling on her breasts almost made me come. With my lips glued to her tits, I moved hand down to her slim waist, enjoying her curves. My hand went from her narrow waist to her hips as I ran my hands up and down her thigh, slowly getting my hand closer to her forbidden sex. My hand was not meant to be this close to my sexy aunt's cunt, yet there it was. My mouth was not meant to be sucking my aunts big beautiful tits either, yet there I was sucking on her as if she was breastfeeding me. I started rubbing her up and down her slit and she grabbed my head and brought it up to hers. She was kissing me aggressively, telling how good my finger fell on her pussy. Telling me to rub harder, telling me not to stop and then she started trembling. She was now yelling at me “DON'T STOP...DON'T STOP...MAKE AUNT CAROL CUM WITH YOUR FINGERS!!” She started trembling and moaning loud as she pushed up her cunt against my finger while an orgasm overtook her.. Her breathing intensified and she trembled as she dropped back down onto the bed completely worn out. Her heavy breathing continued for several minutes until she recovered. She softly pushed my hand away telling me she was sensitive and needed to rest.. Turning over on her side, with her back to me, she told me she needed a quick nap. She asked me to spoon her as we fell asleep. We ended up sleeping the rest of the night, not waking up until the next morning. She woke me up the next morning, reminding me that I had not showered the night before and she was not interested in a stinky boyfriend. She gave me a quick peck and playfully pushed me into the bathroom. With her standing there in front of me with her tits on display, it was very difficult to pull away to step in the shower. When I exited the bathroom, she was dressed and ready to meet up with my parents. Although we did not talk about the night before, she continued her girlfriend activities. Hugging me, kissing me and making sure my hand was around her shoulders if I strayed too far from her on our way to brunch. We continued our loving behavior at the table by secretly resting our hands on each other's thigh or interlocking a finger. We could not bear to not be touching one another. After brunch, my dad said he wanted to try the skeet shooting we had mentioned the day before. My mom and aunt weren't necessarily interested and so they decided to do some exploring of their own. Surprisingly, my dad was pretty good. I ended up losing $20 to him on a little bet we made. Afterwards, we jumped on the some jet ski's and we were riding out in the middle of the ocean, which was pretty cool. Before we knew it, the ladies were calling. They were done and wanted to meet up for some drinks. Meeting up with the ladies had me smiling from ear to ear. I had not realized how much I had missed my girl. My dad went up to kiss my mom hello and I took advantage to also kiss my aunt. After the activities from the day before with her embracing me topless in the pool, it didn't really faze anyone. Something had changed. It was as though I was her date and us embracing and kissing was normal. We grabbed a drink and decided to walk over to the edge of the ship to catch the sunset. My dad stood behind my mom, with his arms around her resting on her tight tummy. I came up behind her sister and did the same. Again, nothing was mentioned. After the sun went down, we walked hand in hand to catch some dinner before the big party. All cruises have an all out party on the final night and we weren't about to miss it. The party was up on the main deck where they had covered the big pool and turned it into a dance floor. We danced most of the night, with Carol grinding her ass up against me as often as she could, or she would press her crotch up against mine during the slow songs. Our final night was over and it was time to call it a night. I felt I had been in a fog the whole day. It had obviously started the night before. Passionately making out with the woman, albeit my aunt, I'd had an infatuation with for several years and her allowing me to pleasure her by rubbing my hand over her sex had me confused. Was she just being a cock tease? Was tonight going to be a repeat from last night? I was excited for the possibilities. We entered our cabin with her rushing into the bathroom. After showering, she came out with her dried hair and a towel wrapped only around her waist. Her gorgoues breasts were on full display. She stood in front of me and we started going at it again. I was tormented. My bladder was bursting but I did not want to separate from her and run the risk of her coming to her senses. Reluctantly, I told her I need to go and stepped into the bathroom, I peed followed by the quickest shower of my life. When I stepped out, she was already under a sheet on her side facing away from me. She asked me to turn off the light before I came to bed. I flicked the light off, making my way back to bed with only the light from the moon. I crawled into bed and snuggled up behind my aunt. She lightly moaned when I threw my arm around her, then she scooted her fine ass back, pushing it hard against my dick. It obviously got harder in an instant. She started by grabbing my hand and pulling it up to her mouth. Kissing it, she started telling me that she'd had a great time on the cruise and that I had been the best boyfriend she'd ever had. She turned her head and looked at me in the dark. I knew what she wanted, so I lowered my head and started kissing her. We started kissing like a couple of teenagers and I started touching her body. I started by lightly touching her shoulder, interrupting our kiss to give her neck some loving before kissing her shoulder while I fondled both her breasts and stiff nipples. I was intentionally moving slow. With this being our last night together, I didn't know if I would ever get another chance. I grabbed her large breasts and pinched her nipples, hearing her moan let me know I was doing a good job. I continued my journey and moved my hand down to her waist and up to her hips. My god her skin was so soft. I continued moving hand down to her thighs when I realized it was all skin, She was completely naked! When she sensed that it had finally registered, she reached behind her and started pushing my boxers done. She pushed down as far as she could reach before she said “take them off.” I was more than happy to help out. With my boxers completely off, she reached behind me, grabbed my cock and started stroking me. I could say it got even harder, but by that point it was to it's limit. I started breathing harder. She turned her head and we started our kissing once more. As we kissed, she lifted her leg, lining up my cock to her slit. No words were spoken. Aunt or no aunt, she was a hot naked woman in bed wanting me to make love to her. I pushed my hips forward and she pushed her ass back even further. My cock easily slipped into her deliciously warm cunt. It was paradise and I had no intentions of leaving. I pushed forward until my pelvis was up against her tight full ass. I had bottomed out – completely in my mom's sister's hot wet cunt. She gave out a heavy sigh when I made it all the way in. I laid back on my side, grabbed her hips and started moving my hips forward and backwards, making sure I was giving her all of me. She was 'oohing' and 'ahhing' over and over, enjoying my cock in her warm wet pussy. She was a woman that definitely knew how to fuck. Her pussy muscles had a tight grip on my cock – it felt so nice and tight both going in and pulling out. At her request, I tried fucking her as hard as possible. Being on your side is not the best position for that. I told her to get on her knees so I could do a better a job. “Oh baby, you're doing a great job” she said as she turned to her side to be on her stomach before bringing in her knees to lift her ass up. I was now on my knees behind my sexy as fuck aunt with a gorgeous ass. The same aunt that had been teasing me for the last three days with tight pajamas showing her stiff nipples and tight ass: the same one that had come to bed topless; the same one that had pressed her naked tits against my chest in the pool; the same one that had continuously pressed her ass against my hard-on. This aunt was now on her knees presenting herself to me so that I could fuck her. She was on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat begging for me, her sister's son, to fuck her. This was the first time I had a chance to see her little clam. It was completely shaved. Smooth as the day she was born. I moved closer, lined up my cock and once again entered her deliciously wet pussy. I wasted no time. As soon I was in, I started fucking her hard like she had begged me. Her moaning and groaning was getting louder and louder but I didn't give a shit if the neighbors heard us. I was determined to make her cum before I filled up her pussy with my cum. I grabbed her hips and I started pounding her as hard as possibles. I never realized how punishing love-making can be. She surprised me when she asked that I pull her hair. I reached out, grabbed her hair and pulled it. “Harder you motherfucker! Pull my fucking hair! Make me your bitch!” (technically I was an aunt-fucker, but I wasn't about to argue the point) I had read about shit like this, but I had never experienced it. I started pulling harder and she kept demanding I pull harder. When I finally pulled it hard enough to where her face was completely facing up to the ceiling, she screamed out “FUUUUCCKKK, I'M CUMMING...I'M FUCKING CUMMING!” I let go of her hair, once again grabbed her hips and started fucking her for my own pleasure. I kept fucking her harder and harder, feeling my nuts boiling, knowing my explosion was eminent. I could feel her cunt contracting, squeezing my cock, bringing me closer to cumming. My fantasy finally became a reality! How many people can say that? My nuts exploded, cumming deep into her cunt. Squirt after powerful squirt was filling her up and I was getting dizzy just thinking about what was happening. History was being made. On several occasions, my male cousin's and I had discussed hot aunt Carol and what it would be like to be with her. Now I was the victor with my cock deep in her pussy filling her up. It was me that she had presented her ass to. I had not bothered asking if I could cum in her. Her cunt was now mine to do as I pleased. I came hard in her. Never had I cum so much – my balls felt completely empty and I was exhausted. She laid back on the bed with a look of total satisfaction with my cum dripping out her cunt!

This is a Sex Story, I wrote it on a request and its a bit different from what I usually write. Comment and Rate, and most of all Enjoy I jumped as my phone rang, I had just gotten comfortable and started working my favorite dildo in and out of my wet cunt when it went off. I sighed and dropped the toy then answered the phone “Yeah?” I asked. “Hey Chris, can you stay over here at my place with Jack for a couple weeks? John has been sent to Connecticut for two weeks for work and he wants me to go with him.” my friend, Jennifer, said. I agreed to, I loved her dog Jack, and she said they were leaving around five that evening. Jack was a big ass solid black Lab, German Shepherd mix that just loved me. He was about three and a half and playful as could be, intact down below so he was always going for a leg. I sadly put the dildo away and went to put on some clothes, it was 3:35 so I had to get ready to head over there. I passed my tall standing mirror and admire my naked self. I was short, only about five foot with straight shoulder length deep red hair kept in a pony tail, green eyes, 36c tits and an ass that would knock a man out. I had always been athletic, so everything was tight and firm, no flab. I grabbed a suitcase and threw some clothes in it and other necessities, and of course my favorite toys, then put on a white mini skirt and pink half tee, not bothering with underwear. I was single, never really have been able to commit to a relationship, so I had a lot of time alone and I was happy that way. I didn’t bother to shower here, Jennifer had an amazing shower, one of those digital setting with way more function and jets than she could find use for but a lot bigger. John, her fiancé, was a big time software designer and made well over six digit’s a year. I grabbed the suitcase and went out to the car and drove off. Jennifer lived about 30 minutes away in a big brick house out in the woods. They had a big backyard surrounded by trees with a pool and a big deck. I parked the car and took my stuff in “I’m here!” I said loudly. Jack came rushing in and jumped up to meet me, his paws against my breasts, tall enough to look down at me. His tail was flying and he slurped me across the face “Hey Jack!” I laughed and scratched behind his ears. “Hey Chris!” Jennifer said as she came in. We hugged and she said “Ok, you’re here now we’re going to take off a little early, thanks again.” she told me. “Anytime, I love hanging out with Jack.” I replied happily. So they left and I had the big house and Jack to myself. I found Jack’s toys and got his Frisbee and we went out the sliding glass door to the back yard. I threw it and he bolted off and leapt into the air to catch it. He brought it back and paraded it around with a mischievous glint in his eyes and dropped to his elbows. I grabbed it and tug-o-warred with him and got it, then he tried to wrestle it from me. We rolled around in the grass, I was laughing and his tail was about to fly off. He got it finally and went off to beat it up good. I looked up at the sky, it was quickly darkening and looking angry, so I called Jack and we went back in. I figured I’d get a shower in before the storm hit, so I stripped and went into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. The shower took up half the room and was completely open to the rest of the room. I walked in and played with the digital display, water temp good and high, pressure all the way up, every shower head on, and go. I stood with my legs apart as the floor jet sprayed water up and my head back so the ceiling jet could hit my chest. I washed good and thoroughly enjoyed the water tickling my body. Suddenly, something warm wide and wet slipped into my hot cunt and I jumped. “Jack!” I yelped and my eyes snapped open and my legs snapped shut. He was standing there with his head cocked sideway and I giggled “You horny bastard.” I said to him “You need a shower too.” I grabbed him and soaked him down with me, then grabbed his shampoo from a shelf and soaped him up. He loved it as much as I did, and when he was clean he took off through the house to dry off on something. I shut the water off and followed him, not worrying about clothes or drying, I would just air dry. They had a big wood fireplace and a stack of wood under the awning by the sliding glass door, so I lit a fire and turned the lights in the living room off. The storm came on hard, suddenly dumping buckets of rain and flashing lightning. Jack came over and we cuddled on a blanket in front of the fire, I loved the closeness and his fur against my skin. He licked my neck a few times, then a stray lick flashed across my tit and, with the licking and the feel of his fur against me, I couldn’t help becoming wet. Jack perked up, his nose twitching and his eyes serious. I felt something hot and wet rub against my abdomen and I jumped and moved away from him. His dick had grown and now stuck a few inches out of his sheath, and his balls had swollen to the size of tennis balls. I felt my juices run down my leg and I shook myself and walked into the kitchen. I must have gone crazy, getting horny from a dog. I decided to make a sandwich and I tried to focus on that to get it off of what I had just seen, but I was still wet when I walked back into the living room. I bent down to set my food on the coffee table and Jack leapt onto my back. “No Jack!” I snapped and stood up. He fell to the ground, but did not look too discouraged. I sat in front of the fire and ate in silence, Jack hovering around sniffing. I was even wetter now that he tried to mount me, and I shook my head irritably, I was not going to let him get to me like that. I didn’t even know if it was possible for a dog to fuck a person, but I wasn’t about to find out. I shared the crust from my sandwich with him and returned the plate to the kitchen. On my way back to the fire I stubbed my toe on the coffee table. I cussed and reached down to hold my hurting toe, and that’s when Jack attacked again. He leapt onto me and wrapped his front leg tightly around my waist, knocking me down onto the table, and tried to fuck me but hitting the back of my thighs. “Jack down!” I shouted and tried to push him off. He growled and bit my neck warningly, not letting go. I froze, he meant business, but I had to get him off of me before he found his mark. Too late. He jabbed and his dick touched my pussy lips and he gave a hard thrust, sinking all the way in. he pounded me harder and faster than any guy I had been with. I screamed, in pain first then in pleasure, his cock must have been nine or ten inches and thick. I came hard with every thrust, and with every thrust he grew and grew. I became sex crazed and reached back to work his massive nuts and his knot expanded quickly, becoming the size of a large orange, locking us together. Then he came, load after hot, scalding load I felt it leave his sack and pump into me, it felt like it must have been several quarts. It filled my already packed pussy to the max, and even stretched it some more. He was still humping but it was short, soft thrusts, and I could feel his chest pumping as he panted. His cum was seeping out around his knot, dripping onto the table beneath me while he replaced it with his continual spurting. He leaned down and licked sweat from the back of my neck down to my shoulders, sending tingles down my spine. After about fifteen minutes locked together, his knot shrank and he pulled out, causing our juices to rush out of my abused cunt and soak part of the blanket. Once I recovered, and had a change of heart, I was hungry for something nastier, and I want that cum pouring down my throat. So I got off the table and onto my hands and knees beneath him and rubbed his sheath. He quickly became horny again and his cock swelled. I took him into my mouth and worked his hot, still sloppy dick, it tasted like a perfect mixture his and my juices. He began to hump into my mouth and he mounted me from the front and fucked my face. His cock rammed down my throat and his already forming knot pushed against my lips, bruising them. He swelled quicker this time and shot his load, though no less than before, down my throat and I gagged. I slid his cock out of my throat and took his cum in my mouth instead, though it flooded over quickly. It was thick and sweet, I decided to turned over and let the rest of his cum shoot all over my tits while I enjoyed my mouthful. He finally finished, after he covered my tits, neck, and face, and started cleaning me up. He licked my tits clean and worked his way up, washing my face good and I opened my mouth and he lapped what I held there and slid his tongue down my throat to get what ever was left. He finished by working his tongue deep into my dripping pussy and bringing me off a few more times. All the while the storm crashed on. I didnt really plan on continuing this story when I first wrote it...but I realized that this is Day 1 of 2 weeks...dont seem right to stop there, depended on the response I get from it I may keep on with it

…I had planned this out for a while. My husband would be gone as usual, and my 3 boys (triplets) off camping for the weekend. I would have the weekend all to myself. My boys privately told me my husband had a girl on the side, that was why he was hardly ever home. …This is when everything changed…. …I felt free now to get some good sex I had missed out on for a long time. …My first goal was to get that handsome and sexy washer repairman to get here on a Friday afternoon. He said he would be here at 3pm. I put on my shortest black shorts, a baggy sweater and no panties or bra on. He was in for a little shock when he got here. …. He had been here once before and I knew he was single, and I remembered his sexy eyes looking me over. That time I stood close to him and let him smell my perfume, feel my breath on his neck and talked soft and sexy to him. It worked as he got aroused and I notice an erection in his pants. He was still hesitant to make a move on me, but his breathing gave him away. ... I hadn’t had any sex for a long time with my never home husband, and I was just plain horny. This guy excited me. He was young, tall, sexy and I wanted to have sex with him. When he finished fixing my washing machine, I held a cup of coffee for him to drink on our big couch. He sat in the middle and I sat sideways at one end with my legs up. This way he could see my legs but also a nice tight camel toe between my legs. …. I smiled at him and told him I was holding him captive for the weekend. This got his attention…. I then put my legs across his lap, right on top of the lump in his pants. He tried not to smile to big, but he was really getting turned on. ….Finally he broke. He said I had ’baby feet’ for a woman and began to massage them. As we talked he started massaging slowly up my warm legs. I told him how nice that felt and scooted down further so now my pussy was next to his erection over his lap. I did a slow wiggle and moaned slightly as his hands got further up my legs. I closed my eyes and opened my legs some as an invitation to massage my pussy. ….I put a blanket over his lap, my legs and pussy. I hadn’t had this much sex fun since high school. As his hands worked their way up to my pussy, I took his one hand and placed it right on my pussy. I watched his face light up with delight. Our two hands felt my pussy and then I pulled my shorts down. Now we were feeling my pubic hair and my wet slit. I watched him close his eyes as I guided his hand to rub my clit. I opened my legs wider as his other hand came up and I felt his fingers slipping in and out of my pussy. I let him get me wetter and hotter. … My next move was to pull him on top of me. He gladly let me position him on top of me and place his big hardon between my legs. My arms went around him as he felt so damn good. As I reached under his shirt to feel his warm body, he started undoing his pants. Oh YES!…he was going to fuck me, just what I wanted….. ….How did I get so extremely horny?… It started with my 3 sons actually. I still had a good figure, slim with nice tits. They were all horny teens now, but as they grew up they all liked to hug mom and just brush against my tits, feel my waist and ass. I couldn’t scold them…I was weak and let them do what horny boys do. What did a little feeling up of mom hurt anyway. I was getting very little sex from my husband who was out of town most of the time. … I enjoyed them feeling me a little, but they slowly got to feeling me more. They knew I liked it and I didn’t stop them….but…It really started one night in the garage. …They were all in there when I came in to see what they were up to. I said: “Your air freshener smells burnt, guys.“ They all smiled and stood up and surrounded me. Now all three were hugging ’good ol mom’ and their hands slowly felt all over me. I was so horny to start with I just kept my eyes closed and enjoyed it. …They slowly put their hands under my shirt and began to feel my bra-less tits. I just stood there. Next I feel hands going up my skirt and down in my panties. …I had never had a turn on like this before, and it was the most awesome thing I had ever had happen to me. I relaxed and let them play with mom. … Down the panties came and more hands feeling my pubic hair and slit. It felt so exciting and wonderful to have three guys I loved, feeling me up. I felt lips on my tits and nipples and fingers going in my pussy. Kisses all over my neck…I was in a triple heaven. I could feel their hardon’s against my legs and they took my hands and put them on their bulges. I was feeling new and wonderful things all over me. It was a high sexual feeling times 3. …I felt an orgasm building in my pussy. One of them was rubbing my clit so good I began to moan. This seemed to please them all and they increased this foreplay even more. I found my hand unzipping one of them and I just reached in and felt his warm hardon. … The rest of them started taking their hardon’s out. Now I had a hardon’s in each hand and one had slipped between my legs. I just had to stroke the ones in my hands. It didn’t take long and I felt warm cum being shot on my legs. I orgasmed immediately as I moaned and trembled a little. Then a third hard on was put in my hand and I stroked it. ...More cum shots, as now my legs were splattered with cum. I shivered and orgasmed again. They were done and guided me to the door to go in the house. I was dizzy with the thrill of a lifetime. I floated as I walked and stumbled into to my shower. I let the warm water flow on me as I almost went to sleep dreaming and leaning against the shower wall…… ….That was the hottest thing I had ever done in my entire life. Nothing was ever said about it and they all continued to cop feels on me at times. That memory stays with me to recall any time I want….. …Now to have Mr. repairman fuck me. I pulled him up on me and he undid his pants. I took my panties clear off so I could wrap my legs around him. He was turned on to the max. I kissed him like a long lost lover. Our tongues went at each other in a hot fury. His big hands felt my tits and made my nipples rock hard. We both panted with excitement as I reach down to feel his big hardon. ...I rubbed the head on my bush as he jumped and I let it slip inside of me. Oh damn…It had been so long I was tight and it felt so good. I moaned in his ear as we began fucking and feeling our bodies. Now I was getting what I wanted and I wanted to feel him shoot hot cum in me. I used every horny thing I could to excite him. I played with his butt crack, dug my fingers in his back and squirmed and moaned. He was a good fuck and slowly speeded up. I leg locked him and forced his cock deep in me. I squeezed his cock over and over as I felt a big climax building in me. I began to go into another world as his cock gave me what I wanted….a blast of hot cum that rocked my body. …I lost my mind for a second as I had a big climax. Hot shooting cum was filling my pussy to overflowing. We both yelled a little between gasping for breath. This guy was so good my mind was already going for seconds. I wasn’t letting him get away. We panted, squirmed and fucked until we drifted away in utopia. …I loved pulling his cock deep in me, over and over. His shocked face was red with pleasure. He began kissing me and was already getting ready for more. I had him now for the whole weekend and what a weekend it was. ….We laid around naked, took hot showers, and fuck ourselves until we couldn‘t fuck anymore. I was finally getting the super hot sex I wanted. I released my captive repairman as he drug is tired ass out the door.…… …Later on in the week I had to check on my boys in the garage to make sure they weren‘t burning the place down. This week night was a little bit different…. … I liked that last feel up session by them, so I went back for more. I admit I temped them by wearing a sheer black night gown out to the garage. No bra, no panties. What ever they were smoking smelled very sweet. I played the stern mom and warned them about fire…again they all stood up and came over and stood around me. My oldest boy said: “You’re the greatest mom in the world, and we would like to reward you.” He was a big strong kid and picked me up like I weighed nothing. The others cleared the way as he took me in the house. He took me in the master bedroom and placed me on the bed. My heart was beating so fast I was dizzy as to what they were going to do next. They left the lights off and slowly started in on me. …I didn’t have one ounce of resistance as they began to take off my night gown and started in kissing my body. I was in heaven. …. When you have 3 handsome horny boys all over you…it’s hard to describe. I was in a turn on overload and I couldn’t get enough of it. Everyone of them knew what turned me on, and they didn’t hold back. As they proceeded to take me to beyond heaven, I had all those warm excited bodies to feel. I had a nice big hardon right by my face. I stroked it and gently pulled it closer to me. I let it happen….. and began to suck on it. I told myself it was mine anyway, I owned it from the start, so why not enjoy it. ….It was over the top exciting as I closed my eyes and sucked it. I could feel it was getting ready to cum, the balls pulled and twitched as it made ready. I went all the way and deep throated it. I heard one of my son’s let out a big moan as I felt his load climb up and burst in my throat. He bucked and hot cum flowed out the sides of my mouth. The room seemed like it was spinning as he pumped his cum over and over. Someone was licking my clit and I had a rush of juice when I orgasmed hard. Someone had fingers in my pussy and it squeezed down on them firm by itself. …Bodies moved around on the bed and then I felt it….some ones nice warm hardon entering my wet pussy. I could tell it was my oldest. Another hardon came to my face as I took it in my mouth. …My son was so warm on me as I felt his body. The only words we whispered were: (“..oh yes…oh yes..”) I sucked as we fucked. My pussy was having a steady orgasm it felt like. My oldest started fucking me hard and fast as I felt new and hot feelings in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him to get that climax that was coming fast. …Two moans hit us as we shook and cum flowed in my squeezing pussy. I fucked him back hard and deep in me. I wanted all the cum he had in my pussy. The moans I let out caused the hardon I was sucking on to pump fast and burst a cum load in my mouth. My oldest just kept fucking me deep and he pumped every shot of cum he had in me. It was so over the top I almost blacked out with euphoria. I felt so many warm hands on me, touching me with a gentle but exciting feel. ….I was numb with the most exciting feelings I had ever had….. I felt them covering me up and heard them all leave…I slept like a baby…. --------- …Now days, my husband lives with his girlfriend permanently. My boys take real good care of me. At night I never know when 1,2 or 3 of my sons, may come in my dark bedroom and... …....just love to make out with mom.... just to hear her moan with delight…. ... .

Anna was 23yo and a self-confessed user of ICE. It started when she bought some for money but the dealer soon realised that this woman was a fox and would be a regular customer. One day she showed up and wanted a fix. She didn’t have the cash but said she would pay him later. Of course drugs on credit was out of the question. He said no but she could do something to get her fix without money. “You suck me off and you get your fix” he said. She said “no way” and left but the need was increasing and so two days later she fronted up again and she ok. He unzipped his pants, she dropped to her knees and gave him a blowjob. She got her fix. She laughed afterwards to think it was so easy. A mouthful of cum and she got a fix. She thought it was a good deal. She didn’t have to part with money. Even better. Three days later she fronted up again and again she was on her knees sucking the dealer’s cock to get her fix. The dealer realised that she would do anything to get a fix and so he decided that a blowjob was not enough. The next time Anna fronted up he demanded that she strip so he could fuck her. He was careful to wear a condom as they was no guarantee that she didn’t have the pox or something. Desperate for ICE she didn’t hesitate. She shed her clothes, laid on her back and let the dealer fuck her. As time went by he demanded more from her. He made her masturbate while he recorded it. He gave her a cucumber and made her use it on herself. He was amazed when she seemed to enjoy his little games. He felt she should have acted humiliated but she knew whatever he asked she would do gladly to get those magic crystals. One time he insisted on anal sex and again she readily agreed. He slipped on a condom, applied KY Gel and drove it mercilessly into her bum hole. She screamed at first but then moaned as her anus stretched to take the dealer’s cock. Again his plan to humiliate her had failed miserably. The dealer spoke to his supplier, laughing about this slut that would do anything for a fix. The supplier just smiled. “Maybe we can both have her” he said “set it up and let’s have some fun”. When Anna arrived the dealer told her to come back the next day when he had the drug. She expressed disappointment but had to agree. She arrived the next day, now immediately stripping. Suddenly there was two guys in the room. She looked surprised. “This is my supplier” said the dealer “he wants a piece of the action as well”. Anna just shrugged her shoulders and got on all fours. With a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy the two guys spit-roasted her. She picked up her drugs and left. “She is a hot little whore” said the supplier “I wouldn’t mind another go at her”. Anna was coming more often now. The dealer was surprised that she never looked drugged out. Always well dressed and articulate. It was the same day that the supplier was doing a delivery and she arrived as he was about to leave. “Change of plans” he said to the dealer “our whore is here”. Anna knew what that meant. Quickly undressing she looked at the dealer. “How do you want me?” she asked. He laid on the bed. “Sit on my cock” he commanded and she did that. Pulling her down on top of him the supplier moved in. “She loves it up the arse” the dealer said and without a word the supplier thrust his greased up, condom covered cock into Anna’s anal canal. She squealed and moaned as the two men humped away, deliberately delaying their orgasms for as long as they could. But all good things must come to the end and puffing and panting and covered in sweat they unloaded. “Oh fuck that was so good” they said in unison. Anna untangled herself from her tormentors. “Like that?” asked the supplier. “Oh yes” said Anna “I loved it”. The two guys looked at each other. After Anna left they talked. “That bitch will do anything” said the dealer. “Yes you are right” said the supplier “she is a bitch, or should I say, she will be soon”. The dealer didn’t understand what he meant but he had learned not to question. He had seen what happens to anyone who crosses the supplier. You disappear without a trace. Instead he just nodded and said “whatever you reckon. Just tell me what to do”. Anna turned up for her next fix. “Come on” said the dealer “we are going on a little drive”. “Where are we going?” Anna asked, feeling worried. “To my supplier’s house” he said. “Why?” she asked. “Don’t ask questions” he snapped “you don’t question the boss”. Anna sat quietly as they drove to this large house and parked in the drive. “Come on, hurry up” the dealer said impatiently “don’t make him wait”. They entered the house to be greeted by the supplier and a couple of his goons. “So you like ICE do you?” the supplier said. “You know I do” said Anna, still mystified by what was going on. “Well come into this room” he said “and meet ICE”. Anna stood in the doorway looking at a large dog. “This is ICE and today you will learn to be his bitch” said the supplier laughing. “You are kidding” yelled Anna but got a slap across the side of her head “don’t you yell at me you worthless slut” he shouted “now strip and get on your hands and knees”. When Anna hesitated she got another slap. Realising she had no way out she undressed, all the time begging not to do what she knew the supplier wanted. He just stood and smirked. He was reveling in the power he had over this obviously drug addled woman. Now naked Anna begged once more and then dropped to the floor. The supplier led ICE to her. The dog, a Rottweiler, sniffed at her but had no idea what he was supposed to do. Lifting him on top of Anna he reached under and manipulated his sheaf. As soon as his cock began to appear he guided it towards Anna’s pussy. The dog felt the warmth and began to shot pre-cum. His cock slipped into Anna and he instantly just did what nature intended. He began to hump this strange bitch under him. Undeterred by her screams he pounded her, his cock growing to its full 9” in length. He growled and grunted and Anna’s screams turned to moans as he worked her over. Then she screamed again has he forced his knot inside her. Tied and sealed tight he proceeded to impregnate his bitch. Anna continued to moan softly as the dog lay still on her back. Then he tried to withdraw but he was unsuccessful. Twice more he tried and finally escaped. Anna collapsed on the floor. "Oh you haven’t finished bitch” the supplier said “you have to clean his cock”. Anna looked around and could see what she had taken in her pussy. Now, it seemed, she was to take him in her mouth. “Oh God, not that” she protested but realised it was useless to refuse. It only made the situation worse. “Suck his cock bitch” she was told “suck his cock and I will give you two packets”. She looked at the two guys sitting there grinning from ear to ear. She crawled over to ICE and licked his cock. It was still fully extended and glowing a red colour. “No lick, suck” the supplier yelled and so she began to give ICE what she had already given the two men days before. True to his word, after she spent about 5 minutes orally stimulating the dog, the supplier gave her two bags of ICE. “There you are my little bitch. Just let me know when you want more and will make sure my dog takes good care of you” said the supplier. The dealer drove her back to where he picked her up. Not a word was said the whole trip. Anna got out of the car and got a bus home. Her brain was straining to digest just what had happened to her. What she couldn’t comprehend was that after the initial shock of what had happened she had found herself enjoying the experience. “My God” she thought “how could I possibly enjoy being fucked by a dog?” It was a couple of days later and she was standing opposite the supplier’s house. Three police cars were in the drive-way and officers had surrounded the house and forced their way in. Moments later the police came out with the drug supplier and dealer in handcuffs. Put in separate cars they looked around and spotted Anna standing on the footpath opposite. She smiled and waved to them. They didn’t understand but soon would. They would learn that they had been caught in a police sting. The Judge entered the court room. He looked at the two men in the dock. They had pleaded guilty in the hope of a lighter sentence. The judge then noted the sole person in the public gallery. Dressed in her police uniform Constable Anna Watkins had come to hear the verdicts. She had faked being a drug user and had handed over the drugs she was given to detectives. The Judge had the two men stand. Anna smiled as he sentenced the dealer to 20 years and the supplier to 35 years jail. They looked shocked at the sentences and realised the woman they had used was actually using them. As they were led to the cells the Clerk of the Court handed the supplier a note. It read “The bitch will take good care of your dog”. There was no name but he knew who it was from. Meanwhile Anna picked up the dog. “Hello boy” she said “I am going to take good care of you and you are going to thank me again and again and again”.

Step Daughters' Desire chapter 7 The ongoing story of Master Frank and his growing number of slaves from within his own family. He never would have believed that his step daughters would ever desire to serve as slaves to their own step father. Sandra changed that when she ask to love and serve him along with her Mom. Frank sat alone in the den thinking about how everything is so good with his loving family. Janis and Sandra both working hard to prove their love and loyalty to him out of love. Diann anxiously waits for her promised turn to experience the sexual pleasure that both Sandra and her mom experience daily as his slaves. Janis has arranged for her, Sandra and Angela to visit Janis' mom for the weekend two days from today. Janis came into the den, knelt, before him. Master I have something very important to tell you so that you can be prepared and not shocked. What is it you think I need to know that is so important? Master, you have not told Diann that she is to be the center of your attention this weekend. Yes, I know you can tell her today so she can be ready or change her mind before Saturday. Yes, Master that is what I want to inform you about. Diann and Angela discovered our life style, did a lot of on line research about Master/slave relationships, and have been asking about a slaves responsible to a Master. Sandra and I have been explaining what is required and what the rules are in your home as our Master. Why have you been doing that, Janis. Master when they ask Sandra and I why we serve you unconditionally. The only answer we could give is that you have earned our deepest love by the way you love and teach us. We explained that we serve unconditionally out of the deepest love for a man there is. Diann is waiting to be told that she will be used this weekend to talk to you with a request. Master Angela wants to talk to you about the same subject as soon as you will allow her to. Master Frank swallowed nervously. Janis, everything is out in the open now. I hope it is a good thing. I will talk to all of you now. Go get the girls and meet me here. Yes, Master. She smiled and went to gather the three girls. She tapped on Diann and Angela's door, entered. Girls Daddy Frank wants you both in the den immediately. Yes mam. They both followed her to Sandra's room on the way to the den. Sandra, Master wishes to see all of us in the den immediately. Sandra rushed from the room to join her mom and sisters. The two younger sisters entered the den ahead of Sandra and Janis and knelt before Master Frank legs spread, hands behind their back, and head down. Janis and Sandra did the same beside them. Frank looked at them Girls we need to confirm some questions that I just became aware of. You all may look at me. All four raised their heads opened eyes and smiled. First Diann, your turn has come. You will be alone with me this weekend for two days. Diann could not control a very happy giggle. Also Diann I understand there is something you want to request. Diann took a deep breath and nervously said. Dad, I want the chance to prove my worthiness to love, serve and please you as a slave with Mom and Janis. You are loving enough to let me experience the love and pleasure that Mom and Janis receive as your slaves. Master, if you wish I would like for my training as your slave to begin this weekend. I understand your request. I also hear you ask for the love and pleasure that my slaves receive from me which is true but there is also some very unpleasant pain when necessary. Diann looked at him. Master you try to make it sound like it is something bad but I know from Mom and Sandra that even though you have to give them or any of your slaves pain for punishment for disappointing you that pain is given by you with love just like pleasure. To me knowing that you will punish me because you love me makes the pain easier to endure to earn your forgiveness. I also know about your loving aftercare that makes the pain go away. Frank smiled. I see you are well informed and have the right attitude to make some man a very good slave. Diann slumped and a tear ran down her cheek. Dad, I don't want to be some man's slave. I love you and want to be your slave. I promise to work hard to be as good as Mom and Sandra. Please Dad let me try. Please train me to serve you. I already love you and I will learn to serve and please you. Pixie, I did not say I would not give you a chance. What I am saying is the happiness of others is involved with a decision like this. I will give you my decision soon and you will have to accept it. Yes Sir. Now there is another matter before us today. Angela, do you have a request as well. Yes Sir she half whispered dreading the answer she expected of her request. Dad we all have the same deep love for you as you love all of us equally with the exception of Mom who gets and deserves your strongest love. We all know Mom comes first. I also know that your decisions are always with mom's happiness in mind. That said I wish to present the same request as Diann to be trained as an additional loving slave to love, serve and please you any way possible without question or hesitation. Also to endure any punishment pain you think necessary with love for you knowing that you punish me out of love for me wanting me to be the best person I can. Angela I will say that I am very impressed with your knowledge and mature attitude. For that reason I will consider your request with the understanding that if I agree. You will serve as a trainee slave with all the duties of a slave with the exception of sex . I will not use you sexually until you are at least seventeen and then I will have to be sure you can handle sex at that age. Other wise I will make you wait until you are eighteen. Angela this is a very serious commitment that you have ask for. If you agree to accept my terms which will mean that you will have no sexual contact with anyone outside this family without my permission. Now do you still want to do this? Oh yes Master. You have given me more than I had a right to expect and have made me one of the happiest girls alive. Sandra, You have heard all said here. What do you think about sharing with your two younger sisters accepting them as sister slaves. Meaning you will have to do something you have already been doing in teaching and guiding them. Master, we all know the decision is yours. To answer your question the only way I know how. I love you more than I will ever be able to love any man other than you. Your happiness is my first and only desire and duty Master and I believe with all my heart they will increase your happiness with love in their hearts for you. Also I love my little sisters very much and would feel terrible if I did anything other than to help them be as happy as Mom and me. Very well said Sandra. I am proud of you. This made her smile happily. Janis, you are all of our number one concern. I agree with the girls your happiness comes before all else. I ask you now and I want a truthful answer even though I know you would never lie to me. What is your feelings about these two teenagers serving as your sister slaves. Janis cheerfully smiled. Master you know how strong my love is for you and I love all my girls so very much. Judging from how happy Sandra has been serving with me has made me very happy and I think even you have a little bigger smile on your face theses days which pleases me very much. I want all my girls to be as happy as I am and the only way I can see that happening is for you to love and guide them in the same way that you do me. I will be as happy as all of them if you take them as your slaves. She laughed and said the good part of it is you will always have a variety of pussy for your pleasure. He chuckled and said that is true and you all have made me very proud and happy. I think I am the luckiest man in the world to be loved so much by four of the most beautiful women in the country. I will promise as your Master to do my best to deserve the love you give me. He looked at Sandra. The only problem I see is that I might have to get Rebel to help me keep you all happy. Sandra blushed and Janis gasp along with the two younger girls as they all looked at Sandra. It is settled then. Diann, your training will begin Saturday. Angela your training begins tomorrow unless you think about it tonight and change your mind. Diann squealed. Thank you Master I will not disappoint you I promise. Angela giggled. With a big smile she said. Master I will perform my slave duties and will not ask you for sex until I turn seventeen. I swear to never have sex with anyone other than you without your permission not that I will be wanting to. Janis you stay with me. Girls you all are dismissed. I am sure you have duties to do. Like dinner would be nice. He laughed. The girls went to the kitchen. Diann and Angela cornered her. Diann ask. Sis did you fuck the dog? Sandra blushed deep red. No I did not fuck the dog. The girls sighed a relief. Sandra told them. He fucked me while Master had me tied to a bench. They groaned. You mean Master tied you up and let the dog fuck you? She had to laugh. Girls don't think bad of me or Master. The first time was part of my punishment for acting like a bitch toward you Diann. What!! the first time? You mean he has fucked you more than once? She smiled saying. You remember last week when you two went to the movies? Yes we remember. Well Master, Mom and I had some fun down in the play room. Really?? Yes really. Well I made the mistake of having an orgasm without Master's permission so he punished me and part of the punishment was for Rebel to fuck me again denying me the pleasure from Master. OMG!! they both said. Sandra smiled and raised an eye brow looking at them. I have to tell you the first time he mounted me I felt so humiliated I started to cry. After Rebel shoved his hard hot cock in me and started fucking me it felt so good I had the best orgasm I had ever had. Before he got finished with me I was trying to beg for him to fuck me good. Of course I begged for permission to cum before I let lose. The second time he fucked me I was so aroused and needing to cum so bad I did everything I could to help him fuck me hard. Master gave me permission to cum all I wanted while Rebel drove his hard, hot, big cock deep inside me. Sandra watched the two younger girls squeezing their legs together, rubbing their crotches with their hand and blushing red with desire. I see the two of you are wanting to try dog sex and she laughed. They jerked their hands from their crotches and moaned with embarrassment. All three girls laughed and hugged. Diann said anything to please Master. Oh little sis I tell you if it ever happens to you. You will enjoy it a whole lot more than Master will. Then she thought with concern. I tell you though do not have sex with Rebel without Master's permission unless you want to suffer some bad pain. Nothing else was mentioned about Rebel. Saturday morning Janis, Sandra and Angela left about nine o'clock. Frank waved bye to them and went back in the house. Diann knelt on the floor at the foot of her parent's bed naked, legs spread wide, hands behind her back, head down, pussy twitching and leaking love juice. She could not prevent the arousal thinking about the pleasure Master is about to give her. She can hardly wait for him to take her virginity. Master got a fresh cup of hot coffee, sat at the table reading the paper. After making Diann wait for about twenty minutes anticipating his use of her young body. When he finally entered the bedroom Diann was so horny she felt her pussy twitch and ooze more juice onto the carpet. A knot formed in her throat and butter flies in her stomach. She did not move as Master stood before her taking in her sexy beauty with her pussy open like a blooming flower and leaking. Her breathing was raspy and fast. He knelt beside her touching her hair making her moan with the pleasure of his touch. She continued to moan and gasp as his hand moved slowly and lightly down her cheek across her lips. She extended her tongue to lick his fingers as they passed lightly across her lips. She felt an orgasm heating up in her lower body. His hand trailed down her neck across her chest onto her left tit. His tender loving touch had her whole body covered with chill bumps and her orgasm pushing onward seeking release. Oh no. she thought I can't cum without permission. She fought the release of the mean orgasm pushing for release each time he touched her naked body. She screamed. No I can't cum without permission when he squeezed her tit and pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger. Ohhhh....Master may I cum for you? Please Masaaaster! Please Master Pleeeease I can't hold it much longer. Yes pixie you may cum. She threw her head back, eyes rolled back. Aaaaaaaah Eeeeeeeeeee she screamed as the orgasm blasted through her cunt releasing a flood of cum to the floor. She gasp and sucked in deep breaths of air trying to keep from blacking out. Yoooooooooooooowwwwwww she yelled as he split her pussy lips with his finger running it from her ass to her clit and pinched it while rolling it between his finger and thumb. The orgasm renewed hard before it ever finished.. She was breathing so hard and fast she hyperventilated making her body go limp, and head drop to her upper chest unconscious. He held her to keep her from falling to the floor. Still unconscious he picked her naked body up laying her back on the bed with her ass on the edge. He dropped his pants to his knees moving between her legs pushed back resting on his shoulders, ass raised to the perfect angle to take her cheery. He smiled thinking it will not hurt so bad with her passed out. He rubbed his hard cock up and down her cum soaked slit hitting her clit making her grunt and pussy twitch each time he hit the little love nub. Her unconscious body was reacting to his manipulations. He pushed his cock in her love canal to her hymen, held for a few seconds then pushed hard breaking through the virgin barrier. She moaned and her cunt gripped his cock very hard. Her canal was so tight he had to wait for her to acclimate to his size. Suddenly her eyes flew open. Ooooooooooh she moaned and tried to focus her vision. Looking at him leaning over her with her ankles draped on his shoulders. She said what happened Master. He smiled. Pixie I just took your cheery. Her mouth flew open as she looked down to see his cock buried about half way in her tight little pussy. Did it hurt bad my little pixie. She smiled no Master it is a little uncomfortable but it feels good with your penis inside me. She tried to relax and push onto his big hard cock. He started to work in and out of her stuffed little cunt making her grunt with each in stroke. Finally his cock buried all the way in and she felt his cock head pushing on her cervix as his balls press on her ass whole. Oh Master that feels wonderful. Please fuck your slaves brains out. He smiled and started to fuck her slowly building power and speed in her wanting cunt. She felt the new orgasm heating up in her little body as the pain was replaced by all pleasure and arousal. Her tight gripping pussy worked on his cock to the point he knew he could not hold his own orgasm back for long. His precum and her juices lubricated the passage making it easier to slam his cock in her assaulting the sweet hot young pussy. The brutal fucking he was giving her now pushed a colossal orgasm to the door of release. She gripped the covers of the bed so hard her knuckles turned white. She humped on his cock and he felt the cum rising though his cock. AaaaaaaYeeeeeeee she screamed as the orgasm banged on the door blocking release. Please Master may I , your loving slave, cum for you. Pleeeeease! You can cum when I do Pixie. She cringed tensed her muscles trying to control the monster orgasm torturing her for release. He slammed deep in her cunt held deep in her and blasted several shots of cum against her cervix. The cum blast inside her kicked her orgasm over the edge. She screamed humped hard into his pelvic, her head slammed into the bed forcing her shoulders and back off the bed as the torturous orgasm forced her to gush cum out around his cock soaking his balls and her ass. Her body shook like she was having convulsions as he grunted and moaned with the release of his cum emptying his balls to the point they ached. She slumped back on the bed moaning with after shocks of her orgasm. Slowly calming down she looked at the man on top of her with deep love in her eyes. Master you are so very good to me. That was the most fantastic pleasure I have ever experienced my whole life. I love you so very much. I am yours forever. Please use my body for your pleasure anytime you want me. Oh pixie you can count on that. I enjoyed that as much or more than you. She felt his cock pulling out of her cum soaked cunt releasing a flood of cum from her love canal. She raised her hips and spread her legs as he moved away from her. She reached down scooping cum from her battered little pussy and licked it from her fingers savoring the taste of every drop as it slid over her tongue down her throat. Oh Master we make a very good drink mix. He laughed. Really?? He dropped to his knees pulling her dripping cunt to the edge of the bed and without warning rammed his tongue deep in her love hole. She squealed and humped on his tongue. He worked his hard tongue in her collecting their mix of cum making her pant and moan. When his thumb started pressing her clit rubbing it up and down side to side a hot furnace of an orgasm flew through her sensitive little body. OOOOOOHHHHH!!!! Master may I cum for your again...........pleeeeeeeease Master!!!! He mumbled in her pussy yeeath..... She released the hardest orgasm yet squirting cum up his nose and into his eyes. He jerked back and clamped the palm of his hand over her cunt lips to contain the long hard squirting orgasm. Her legs kicked out to the sides spreading wider as her body convulsed and she screamed oooooohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy gooooooooooooooood. As she stopped squirting having difficulty breathing he used his cum coated fingers to lube and finger her ass. The sudden intrusion in her ass felt so good she started screaming and squirting again. About to pass out she begged Mercy Mercy Mercy. Master I can't cum any more it will kill me. He let her lie semi-conscious as he went to the kitchen bringing back two large glasses of ice water. Helping her sit up he gave her a glass as he drank the other. She practically gulped the water down. After she finished the water he asked. Are you alright Pixie. Oh yes master I am so happy my heart is about to burst. Thank you Master for forcing me to have so much pleasure. He chuckled. Oh Pixie we are not finished yet. Her mouth flew open. Not finished?? Really there is more??? Master I am not sure I can take any more. I am so sore I hurt all over. He smiled and evil smile. We shall she what you can endure my little slave. Those words made her heart flutter and gave her renewed energy wanting to please her Master. She smiled and said I am all yours to use as you desire Master even if it kills me. I will die happy knowing that I pleased my Master. He grinned with pride. I will see that it does not kill you pixie. I have many years of pleasure in store for us. He stood, slip his hands under her arm pits, picking her up like a rag doll, stood her by the end of the bed. Don't move. Yes Master. He moved away from her to the head of the bed as she tried to watch him over her shoulder. He came back with rope, blindfold, and a ball gag. Raise your arms to the bed post spread wide and up. She quickly did as told. Spread your legs as wide as you can. She practically did the splits her feet almost reaching the bottom of the bed post. He quickly skillfully tied her wrist and ankles to the bed post top and bottom. Stretching her into a strict standing spread eagle. The legs spread so wide her hips ached and her pussy gaped open letting cum run from her full little cunt onto the floor beneath. He put the blindfold on plunging her into total darkness. She groaned with the pain in her hips, shoulders and the darkness. She has never felt more helpless under someone else's control. Open wide. She opened her mouth as wide as possible to receive the ball gag. He had to squeeze the ball and force it in her mouth stretching her jaw painfully. Aaaagh she moaned at the ache in her jaw. She stood spread eagle, blindfolded, gagged, aching and moaning in discomfort. She screamed behind the gag when he pinched her nipples and pulled them up at the same time. She is tied so tight she cannot raise up to lesson the pain in her little hard nipples. She screamed continuously until he released her nips letting her tits spring back to normal. She moaned and tried to push her tit into his mouth as he took half her tit in his mouth and played with her sore nipple with his warm wet wonderful tongue. The tongue sent shocks of pleasure racing from her nipple to her clit as he went from one nipple to the other. She felt her juices wetting her pussy once again. He kept licking her nips until she was one long moan of pleasure. He felt the shivers in her body as a new orgasm slowly increased intensity in her lower body. She pulled on the binding ropes and squealed when he pushed two fingers in her pussy and played her clit with his thumb while finger fucking her sloppy hot pussy. She wiggled her hips trying to get away from the intense pleasure in her cunt as he fingered her pussy, worked her clit and licked her nipple in his warm wet mouth. He continued the pleasure assault on her hot body until she tried to scream for permission to cum again. He let her keep begging until he was sure she was about to lose control and pulled away from her and slapped her tits hard pushing the orgasm back in its shell to wait for release. She almost lost control of the orgasm when he slapped her open pussy sending a shock of pain from her cunt to her nipples. Aaaaaaaaheeeeeee she screamed behind the gag from the pleasure/pain in her cunt, tits, and body. Her body shook violently trying to control her torturous orgasm flaming in her pussy. He had mercy on her stepping away to let her calm down. He knew he could force her to orgasm but did not want to have to punish her at this point. His thought was to give her pain and pleasure the first day before moving to the punishment part of her training. After letting her regain control of her body and orgasm he waited until she was showing signs of trying to locate him. He stood close in front of her. Suddenly she squealed with pinching pain on the side of her left tit followed by a line of twelve pinches down the side of her torso to the top of her left thigh. She was moaning with the increasing pain from the pincers on her body. She moaned and tried to move to avoid more of the same on her right side. The pain was uncomfortable but tolerable making he pussy moisten more. Suddenly she screamed yeeeeeaaaaaaaah from fire in her left nipple as he released the clover leaf clamp onto her hard sensitive nipple. Then again as her right nipple received the same type of fire. He let her stop screaming before pressing the buzzing Hitachi on her clit. She struggled in her rope restraints attempting to escape the intense even painful pleasure forced on her clit. The renewed orgasm raced through her body to her cunt forcing her to try to beg for permission to cum. Ooowwww please Master may I cum for you. Pleeeeeease Maaaasterrrr. Yes pixie you may cum. Aaaaaaaaaaheeeeeeee she screamed into the ball gag releasing the torturous orgasm slamming through her pussy making her gush cum down her thighs onto the floor. As she started to slow down gushing he ripped the string connected clothes pins from both sides of her body forcing the orgasm to slam her again forcing her to squirt cum out in front of her to the floor with her shaking violently hurting her wrist arms shoulder ankles and hips. Her body went limp hanging from her restraints semi-conscious as her body continued to shake and her pussy winked like a fish trying to catch a floating bug. Cum continued to run from her cunt. He quickly removed the gag opening her airway giving her a chance to regain complete consciousness. He untied her ankles but she could not move them. He held her up while he untied her wrist and her body fell limp into him. He carried her around to the side of the bed and gently laid her in the middle of the bed resting her head on a fluffy pillow. She sighed and relaxed onto the pillow and bed. Her body twitched but she did not move from the spot he lay her in. He removed the blindfold and covered her weak body with a soft blanket leaving her to rest and recover. It is now mid after noon and he has been working on her for several hours giving her pain and pleasure. He let her lie quietly for over an hour before checking on her to find she was sleeping with a smile on her pretty face. He let her sleep contently while he made dinner for the two of them. She had been asleep slightly over two hours when he gently woke her by kissing her cheek and neck. Ooooo she said as she slowly awakened from a deep content sleep. She raised slightly and slid her upper body over to lay her head on his leg. Thank you very much Master you make me so happy. He smiled and moved the blanket from her naked body, picking her up to sit her on his lap. She snuggled against his body nestling her head into his shoulder and neck. I love you Master with all my heart. Are you alright Pixie. Oh yes, Master you make me so happy thank you for using me. Did I please you Master? Yes pixie you have pleased me very much. She giggled and hugged him tight kissing his neck. Are you hungry pixie. Her stomach rumbled at the question. Yes Master I am starving. I will make dinner for you Master. He laughed. No need pixie I made us dinner while you slept. Oh!! Master I am sorry. You should have made me get up and do my job. I would rather you rest and recover for out next round. Oh? We are not finished, Master? She said as she looked into his eyes with surprise. No pixie. We will eat and relax for a while then have another round before we call it a night. Do you think you are up for it my little pixie. Master if it pleases you I will do anything for you. I am yours to use any way you desire. I only need and want to please you Master. The more my body pleases you the more pleasure I feel. He smiled turned her head up and kissed her passionately slipping his tongue in her mouth. She opened her mouth to offer her tongue to him. She moaned with a tingle in her body from the loving way he kissed her. Can you walk pixie. I think so Master. Take a shower and come to the kitchen for dinner. Do not take too long or dinner will dry out in the warmer. Yes Master. I will hurry. I will only be a few minutes. She slid off his lap and trotted to the bathroom as he went to the kitchen to put their dinner on the table. A few minutes passed and she entered the kitchen naked. Whoops I forgot to put out your shirt. Look in the top drawer of the dresser get a T-shirt and slip it on for dinner. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. She ran to the bedroom and came back in a couple minutes wearing one of his large T-shirts that covered her bottom down to mid thigh. She sat with him and they ate a cheeseburger french fries and iced cola. Finished with dinner he moved to the den to watch the evening news as she cleaned the kitchen. Finished in the kitchen she went to him and knelt beside his chair. He softly stroked her damp hair. Mid way through the news she ask Master would you please hold me. He smiled. It would please me very much to hold you. She eagerly jumped onto his lap snuggling against his body and shoulder. She sigh contently as he put his arms around holding her close. As the news went off he told her. Pixie bring me a beer. Yes Master. She quickly got a cold beer from the frig handing it to him she started to get back on his lap. Pixie, go to the bedroom strip, stack two pillows on the bed, lay face down, pillows under you lower stomach holding your butt up, spread your legs wide and stretch your arms toward the upper corners of the bed and wait for me. Yes Master. She trotted to the bedroom did as she was told and quietly waited. As she lay waiting for him she wondered what he would do to her now. Her pussy started to moisten and twitch as she got aroused with anticipation of pleasing her Master with her holes. She thought he must want to take me in my virgin ass. Thinking after today I will have no more virgin holes but my Master will be pleased. She tried to mentally prepare for the pain in her ass as her Master fucks her hard. She tensed when he entered the room. She lay very still as she prepared to please Master with her body and heart. She felt the rope on her wrist as he tied it to the corner bed post and tied her other wrist to the opposite post followed by her ankles tied to the post at the bottom corners of the bed. Having her tied in a face down spread eagle tie he put the blindfold over her eyes effectively blinding her. She moaned and felt her pussy leak and twitch from being tied to her Master's bed like a sacrificial virgin. Small tremors of pleasure rushed through her body. Everything got quiet and she could detect his slight movement near the bed. Suddenly she strained against her ropes with the surprise shock of pain on her ass cheek when he slapped her ass with the leather paddle. Yoooooowww she screamed and thrashed and yelled with each painful slap of the paddle on her ass and the back of her upper legs. When her screams of pain turned to grunts and moans of pleasure he stopped with the paddle. He moved on the bed between her legs naked with his hard cock throbbing needing to brutalize one of her holes. She felt a cool slick liquid drip on her ass crack and dribble down her crack over her rosebud down though the lips of her open wet pussy. She tried to open her legs and pussy for him when she felt the head of his cock enter her cunt sliding deep inside her love canal. She moaned with extreme pleasure as he started to slowly fuck her pussy. She humped on his cock as he fucked her. A warm orgasm started to tingle her body as it moved toward her stuffed cunt. She grunted and humped as he fucked her harder and faster. When she started to moan with pleasure and her cunt squeezed his cock he knew she would be begging to cum very soon. He used the lube on her ass to slip a finger deep in her backdoor. The intrusion of his finger in her ass pushed her orgasm higher to the peak of release. When he slipped a second finger in her ass and fingered her while fucking her pussy she squealed and started to beg. Please Master may I cum for you. Master please may I come for you? I do not know how much longer I can hold it. He slapped her ass cheek making her grunt. You come when I do. She moaned. Oh please Master. She moaned with frustration when he roughly pulled his big hard throbbing cock from her cunt. She unconsciously tensed when he pulled his fingers out of her ass to push the head of his cock in. She tried to relax to give him easier penetration of her pain filled ass. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fist as her toes curled as he steadily pressed his big cock deeper in her ass stretching her backdoor tunnel painfully. He finally pushed deep in her ass mashing his balls into her pussy and clit. He held still giving her time to adjust to the size of his cock. She breathed deeply and finally relaxed her ass tunnel letting him move out an inch or two to push back in again. A few short strokes and the pain changed to pleasure and pain. She moaned with each stroke until eventually he was fucking her ass with long slow strokes. He kept the slow pace until she started to moan and hump on his cock then he steadily increased the speed and power of his strokes. A few hard fast stokes fucking her ass made her beg. Master may I please cum for you please. He slammed deep in her ass shooting cum deep in her bowel. Yes pixie cum for your Master. EeeeeeeeYaaaaaaaa she screamed as her orgasm slammed through her pussy making her gush cum on the pillows under her. Her body shook, fist clenched, toes curled and she humped harder on his cock until the orgasm slowly died down. He lay on her back moaning and breathing hard until they calmed down and his cock slipped out of her cum filled ass. He left the blindfold on, untied her wrist and ankles. She lay body trembling, moaning and gasping for air. He picked her up to lay her limp body across the foot of the bed. After removing the cum soaked pillows he turned the covers back gently picked her up putting her in the bed. Give me your hands she held her hands out and he tied her wrist together to the head board of the bed. She moaned as he tied her to the top of the bed thinking. My exhausted sore body cannot take any more pain or pleasure. She did not say anything until he got into the bed with her and rolled her on her side pulling her close to him as he spooned her. When she felt his cock pushing between her legs sliding through her pussy lips. She moaned. Please Master I cannot take any more. My pussy is so sore. I am so sorry Master please let me rest a little while. He chuckled as he pulled back and pushed his cock deep in her ass. She moaned with pain and pleasure waiting for him to fuck her ass again. He pulled the covers over them, slipped his arm around her body over her tits and cupped her tit gently. She felt him relax and say. Good night pixie. Sleep tight. Confused she waited for him to start fucking her. He never moved and shortly relaxed breathing evenly. Master is going to sleep with his wonderful cock deep in my ass and my breast in his hand. She snuggled against his hard body. She relaxed and slipped into a restful content sleep feeling safe and loved. Morning came with him still in her ass holding her. She woke when she felt his cock swell in her ass. She wiggled and moaned ready for a morning ass fucking. When she moved he woke and slowly pulled his semi-hard cock from her tight little ass. She moaned feeling empty after having his big cock in her ass all night. He removed her blindfold turned her on her back as she spread her legs thinking he wanted to fuck her cunt. He kissed her passionately. Good morning pixie. Good morning Master. He reached up to untie her wrist. With permission I will clean up and make you breakfast Master. I would like that pixie. You have permission. She slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom, quickly showered and came back to the bedroom. She laid the wet towel aside and put on the T-shirt asking. Master do you need anything before I start breakfast? He pushed the covers off to reveal a raging hard on, smiled and said yes help me with this problem. She pulled off her shirt with a giggle. How do you want it taken care of Master. Looking at her he said oral. She gulped and move on the bed on her knees. She took his cock in her small hands, spit on it and stroked it until it throbbed in her hands. She slowly licked it from base to head on all sides lubing it with her saliva. Having it ready she sucked the head into her mouth and using her tongue on the under side she suck and licked him deep in her mouth. She had about six inches in her mouth when the tip pressed against her throat causing her to gag slightly. She could taste her ass and his cum from the nights activity. She back up his shaft and steadily moved back down relaxing her throat and swallowing as the tip entered her throat. She managed to take all of his cock deep in her throat pressing her chin on his ball sack and her nose against his pelvic. She remembered Sandra telling her humming or moaning with his cock deep in her throat pleased Master very much. She started to hum and then moan alternating as she moved her head up and down taking his hard cock in and out of her throat. Her humming and moaning trick made his balls tighten and he moaned as the cum surged up his shaft. He grabbed her hair, forced her mouth down on his cock chin on his ball sack and shot a powerful spurt of cum down her throat directly into her stomach followed by three more huge shots. She struggle to breath through her nose until he finish shooting globs of cum in her stomach. He released her head letting her pull up his shaft licking, cleaning and swallowing his cum from his cock. She sat back on her heels, licked her lips, and smiled. Did I please you Master? Yes pixie you pleased me very much as he smiled at her. You are a very good cock sucker my little pixie. She giggle happily. Sandra is a good teacher. He looked at her. She taught you how to suck cock. Yes Master she told me how to do it to please you. I have never had a cock in my mouth until this morning. Shit he said. That is amazing that this was your first blow job and you did it like an experienced pro. Oh Master I am so happy that you are pleased with me. He laughed at her eagerness. Pixie you are a keeper for sure. She jumped from the bed, grabbed her shirt and ran to the kitchen squealing with joy in her heart that she pleased her Master and he told her that she is a keeper. She made sausage, eggs, buttered toast, jelly and fresh coffee. Putting it on a tray to take it to Master she met him in the hall as he came from the bedroom on his way to the kitchen. He smiled, kissed her forehead. Lets eat in the kitchen. She turned and led the way back to the kitchen placing his breakfast on the table. She made a plate for herself and they ate quietly. Diann slowly ate her breakfast thinking about all Master has given her. Master has opened a whole new world for me. I realize that pain and pleasure can be a very wonderful thing. I love Master ten times more than I did before last nights fun. Master Frank observed Diann in deep thought. Pixie, are you alright. She snapped out of her thoughts. Yes Master, I am very good. Just thinking about how wonderful my first day with you was and thinking about what else you will do to make it even better. He grinned. Pixie, I am sure I will think of something. Pixie you know this weekend is for you to experience the feelings and things that your Mom and Sandra have. That does not mean that you have to be my slave. If you want to change your mind I will release you. Diann, smiled. Master that is not what I want. I guess I am concerned about the things you are allowing me to experience. There is one thing that makes me feel weird, Master. He chuckled, What might that be, pixie? Master I know that you let Rebel fuck Sandra. She told me all about it. Are you going to let the dog fuck me Master? Pixie, it is clear that you do not understand why you have a safe word. We all have our limits. Even a Master has his limits. Things that he cannot do or will not do. That is why you were given a safe word. If there is something that you cannot make yourself endure you will use your safe word. If you cannot handle having a dog fuck you then you use your safe word. Diann said. Master that is not the problem. I feel weird because I know a woman should not want any animal to fuck her but I think I want you to let Rebel rape me. Ha Ha Ha. He laughed Pixie that makes me very happy because I really got hard watching Rebel fuck Sandra when she turned out to enjoy it. Pixie, clean the kitchen and wait for me in the play room. She giggled and rushed to clean the kitchen. Master unlocked the play room door and went out the back door as Diann headed to the play room. She went down the stairs slowly feeling very nervous. She stood at the bottom of the stairs looking at all the bondage equipment and furniture. She thought oh my. This is more like a dungeon than a play room. She moved to the center of the room stripped naked and assumed her slave position. Frank came in with Rebel. He smiled when he saw beautiful young Diann kneeling naked, knees spread, pussy glistening with her juices, hands behind her back and head down smiling. She opened her eyes when she heard Rebel near. She tried to look for him without raising her head but could not see. He took her chin in his hand raising her head up to face him. Pixie, stand at the end of that short bench. She followed his line of sight, located the bench and move to stand as he told her. Kneel and lie down on the bench. She quickly obeyed. Master put a blindfold on her, ball gagged her, tied her wrist to the front legs of the bench, strapped her body to the bench, and attached the three foot spreader bar between her ankles spreading her knees apart. To finish her bondage in preparation for the dog he tied her knees to the bench legs. Diann moaned with the wonderful feeling of being bound totally helpless. She felt the heat and moisture in her pussy anticipating being fucked by Master and Rebel. YaaaaaaaaaaaaaaEeeeeeeeeeee she screamed from shock and pain when he lashed her ass with a flogger. He flogged her ass, legs and back four more times with the same results. She screamed and struggled in her bondage with each blow as he beat her. He rubbed her burning whelped ass gently moving his hand over the burning flesh down to her sopping wet pussy lips. She moaned and wiggled her butt to his gentle touch. She squealed into the gag when he pushed two fingers deep in her cunt. She wiggled and humped his hand as the orgasm heated up in her body. He felt her orgasm approaching release and thumbed her clit. You may cum at will pixie he said as he pushed a finger knuckle deep in her ass. Her body shook as she screamed AaaaaaaaaaaaaaYeeeaaaaeeeeeee gushing cum on his hand and humping hard on his fingers in her cunt and ass. I kept fingering her prolonging the powerful orgasm in her cunt. Before she could calm down he rammed his hard cock deep in her ass making her scream from the pain of the sudden intrusion stretching her tight little ass painfully. He fucked her ass as he thumbed her clit forcing her to have one orgasm after the other or maybe one continuous orgasm. She could not really determine which. She knows the pain and pleasure mix is driving her crazy. It became difficult for her to breath with the ball gag restricting her air passage. He quickly pulled his cock from her ass before he shot his wad. He rammed deep in her pussy fucking her hard, deep and fast making her orgasm hard again. He pulled out and her body melted into the bench with her head hanging over the end. Master called Rebel to her and he shoved his nose between her cunt lips licking the sweet nectar off and from inside her. She threw her head back and screamed with another colossal orgasm forcing her to squirt coating his nose and face with copious amount of cum. Master stood near her head stroking his hard cock as Rebel feasted on her pussy juices and cum. Up Rebel he commanded. Rebel needed no further encouragement. He quickly mounted her backside with his front paws either side of her and humped at her with his hard hot red cock. She grunted each time he humped missing his mark. She tried to move her cunt to allow him access to her love tunnel craving the new experience of dog rape. Rebel hit his mark ramming his cock balls deep on the first thrust. Diann screamed with pain when his cock hit her cervix stretching her love canal. She continued to scream with the perfect mix of pain and pleasure as he fucked her like a jack hammer brutalizing her tight little pussy. Her cunt exploded with another powerful orgasm lubing her love canal. Suddenly she gasp and held her breath with the stretching pain in her pussy entrance when his knot forced in her. Now knotted with the dog knot swelling bigger in her cunt the pain eased up and she took a long breath and moaned with pleasure. Rebel started pumping in her with the knot assaulting her G-spot at the same time the tip of his cock forced into her cervix forcing her to orgasm again gushing cum past his swollen cock. He abruptly stopped humping and she felt the hot doggy cum shoot into her womb each time his cock pulsed forcing yet another orgasm raging through her body. Master removed her gag and shoved his cock deep her mouth using her hair to control her mouth. He fucked her throat like a pussy while Rebel forced her to moan when he tried to pull his knot from her tight gripping pussy. Rebel rested on her back panting and drooling on her back and neck. She shook and moaned on Master's cock while her body had mini shocks of orgasms forced on her. Another orgasm hit her each time Rebel attempted to pull his knot from her tight cunt mashing her G-spot. Master fucked her throat feeling the vibration of her moans pulling his cum from his balls out through the slit at the end of his throbbing cock. She gulped and swallowed as his cum shot deep in her throat. She licked and sucked on his cock until he finish shooting cum down her throat into her stomach. He pulled from her mouth wiping his cock on her cheeks. She moaned and extended her tongue so he can wipe his cum coated cock on it. He did and she moaned in pleasure with the feel of his wonderful cock. Rebel pulled out of her cunt with a loud pop and gushing cum. She squealed from the empty feeling in her pussy as the cum flooded from her gaping cunt hole. Rebel moved away to lick his cock. Diann said. Master, thank you. That was incredible. She giggled. Only I got a big surprise when his dick swelled and locked in my pussy. Sandra failed to tell me about that part of a fabulous fucking experience. I think I am hooked on dog fucking Master. You have a willing dog slut if it pleases you. He chuckled. Pixie I think we will both enjoy you having sex with the dog. Diann lay still on the bench recovering from the hardest longest orgasm she ever had. Without warning a shock shot from her clit to her nipples when Master pushed a vibrating Hitachi on her pussy into her swollen sensitive clit. She screamed aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh as he held the Hitachi tight on her clit forcing another tremendous orgasm to swell deep in her guts. She continuously grunted and moaned as the orgasm rushed through her body erupting in her cunt forcing her to gush cum down her leg. She still shook and moaned from the great orgasm but felt exhausted and drained of all energy. She yelled Ooooowwch when the clamps bit into her nipples. She breathed deep and tried to relax in an effort to embrace the pain in her nipples forcing her to have another small orgasm sending more cum down her thighs. She is about to recover from her forced orgasms when she realized the dildo slip deep in her pussy sending yet more shocks of pleasure through her body. Her nipples hardened more and hurt even more. She squealed with increasing pleasure as the dildo moved in and out of her pussy slowly get faster with each stroke. She felt another torturous orgasm rolling through he body about to release through her cunt when the Hitachi pressed on her clit. The sudden vibration on her clit accompanied by the incessant fast fucking of the dildo driven in and out her cunt by the fucking machine forced the most powerful orgasm yet. When it slammed through her cunt she screamed from the burning pain in her pussy. Master stopped the fucking machine pulling the dildo from her over used abused body. She kept trembling and moaning laying limp on the hard bench as he untied her wrist, body, and legs. She moaned and blinked trying to adjust to the light after being in darkness for so long. He knelt beside her gently stroking her soft beautiful hair. She pressed her head into his gentle hand needing the love. Pixie are you alright. She did not move and weakly smiled. Yes, Master. I am very happy even though I am extremely exhausted and drained. Please Master do not force me to cum again. I think I am too dry. That last orgasm hurt very bad. I ask for Mercy. If it pleases Master to use me more I will happily do my best to please you. There is no need for you to endure more, pixie. You have used your safe word so we will stop for now. Can you get up? She attempted to rise from the bench but her weak, sore, painful muscles refused to support her. Master picked her up cradling her lovingly in his arms as he sat on the bench with her on his lap. She pressed her naked body against his hugging his neck. She weakly whispered. Thank you Master for giving me the pain and pleasure I craved. I hope with all my heart and love for you that I pleased my loving Master. Pixie, I am extremely proud of you for enduring everything I did to you without question or hesitation and I love you more than anyone else could love you. She broke down crying with tremendous joy in her heart. Master? He smiled. Yes Pixie? Master will you keep me as your loving slave for as long as I live? Sweet little pixie I will keep you, love you, protect you, provide for and care for you until the day that I die if that is what you want. She squealed with joy and hugged him very tight as she cried tears of happiness. She said. Great Master I will stay home to serve you now that I have no need for college. He smacked her open handed on her sore butt. Young lady you will not only go to college but you will be an honor student. She yelped from the smack on her butt. Yes Master I will be an honor student just for my loving Master. Master what are you going to do to me now. He smiled and said. Well pixie I am going to carry my new little slave to my bed room lay her on my bed, run her a bath with bath oil, put her in the nice relaxing warm water and let her recover from a hard day while I make dinner. Master, I will be very happy to fix dinner for you. He smiled. No pixie you better rest for a while. I will be wanting another piece of that fantastic ass before bed time. Diann hugged him. What ever pleases you, Master. All this slaves holes are yours to use any time you wish. Diann relaxed in the bath as her Master made dinner for them. They ate dinner talking, she cleaned the kitchen, as he relaxed in the den. She finished the cleaning and joined him. She stood beside him careful not to block his view of the television. Master may I please hold you. He laughed. No but I will hold you. She snickered as she sat on his lap nestling against his body with her head on his shoulder. A few minutes in his arms she relaxed and her breathing became steady as she fell asleep feeling safe and very happy. He felt her relax in her sleep. He kissed her on the cheek and held her for almost an hour. He moved her enough that her head fell back so he could kiss her lips. He tenderly kissed her until she awakened with a loving smile and wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him passionately. Master are you ready for that piece of this slave ass now. He hugged her. Are you up for it. She said. I am not sure Master but your little slave's pussy is wet from that wonderful kiss. He slid his hand between her thighs to feel her pussy. She moaned at his touch on her hot wet pussy and leaked more love juice on his hand. Oooooo she moaned as he rubbed her clit. Master your new slave is definitely up to it now. He carried her to the bedroom, sitting her on the side of the bed while he pulled her shirt over her head. She sat quietly waiting for his next command. Pixie on your hands and knees on the middle of the bed. She immediately moved onto the bed. He pulled her hands back to her ankles forcing her head down and her butt up. He tied her wrist to each of her ankles, blindfolded her and stepped away. She started wiggling her cute little ass and breathing faster with anticipation of the forth coming fucking she is about to get from her Master. Diann jerked and squealed when his open hand landed on her right butt cheek. She grunted and jerked with each slap until her butt cheeks burned red with his hand prints. He could see her pussy twitching and leaking. She felt the cool liquid drip on her ass crack and knows he is going to fuck her ass again. She smiled thinking I will enjoy him fucking my ass if it pleases him. She spread her knees more when she felt his weight on the bed between her feet. She moaned as he rubbed his cock head between her pussy lips coating it with her love juices she pushed back on his cock trying to get him to push deep in her hot twitching pussy. She felt his cock move up her ass crack to her rose bud and relaxed her ass muscles to give him easy entry to her ass. She groaned and smiled when his cock slipped deep in her ass. He fucked her hard and deep making her grunt and hump on his cock squeezing with her ass muscles trying to please her Master. Suddenly her orgasm heated up inside her pushing for release. She started begging for permission to cum. He told her. You may cum without permission pixie. Cum all you can for me tonight. Aaaauuugh she yelled as she released her hard orgasm letting her cum flood from her cunt. She moaned and shook from the power of her orgasm. Before she finished with the orgasm he pulled from her ass and rammed his cock deep in her pussy. His balls slapped her clit as the tip of his cock punched on her cervix and bumped on her G-spot. The hard fucking prolonged the orgasm already in her cunt making her gush more cum on his cock. He fucked her tight hot little pussy making her cum one orgasm after another. He fucked her hard, deep and fast until he felt he could not hold back his cum much longer and pulled out with his cock coated with her cum. He picked her up and laid her on her back with her head bent back on the edge of the bed. Open your mouth pixie she opened wide to accept his cock and he pushed into her mouth pressing the opening to her throat She relaxed and swallowed letting his cock deep in her throat. She licked her cum off his cock making him moan with pleasure. He pushed hard into her throat pressing his balls on her nose and shot spurt after spurt down her throat into her stomach as she struggled for air. He pulled out and she coughed and sucked hard to fill her lungs with precious air. She licked cum from her lips and smiled happy that master had just fucked all three of her holes giving her glorious pleasure. After fucking her in all three holes he untied her and helped her in bed after turning the covers back. She lay content as he tied her wrist together above her head to the head board. She groaned with pleasure as he turned out the light and slipped naked into bed behind her. She moved her hips slightly to make it easy to slide his cock between her pussy lips to lube it with her cum. He pulled back and pressed the point of his cock to her rose bud. She relaxed as his cocked pushed easily deep in her ass as she moaned with pleasure. He put his arm over her tits cupping her left tit in his hand. She snuggled closer to him as he spooned her. She said. Thank you Master. I am a very happy new slave and I love you very much. I love you to pixie. Good night. She moaned but did not wake when he slowly pulled his cock from her tight little ass. Janis, Sandra and Angela arrived home at nine o'clock. Master had left for work leaving Diann tied and blindfolded asleep. Janis and Sandra went to the kitchen while Angela went to her room looking for Diann not finding her in their room she went back to the kitchen. Mom, Diann is not in our room. Janis and Sandra looked at each other and smiled. Janis told her I think we know where she is. Angela you wait here and we will check on her. They giggled when they found her still tied and asleep. Sandra said. Mom it appears there will be two slaves for Master to tuck in each night now. Diann woke when she felt her hands being untied. Master? Janis said. No little one Master is at work. Diann said. Mom? Oh mom he told me I am his new slave and smiled big. He made me so happy. Sandra removed her blindfold. Diann looked at her. Sis you forgot to tell me about Rebel's knot. Sandra laughed hard and said. Sorry little sis I did not want to ruin the surprise. Diann giggled and said. Well it was a BIG surprise. He was stuck in me for at least 20 minutes. Janis looked with surprise at her and then Sandra. Are you saying that he let the dog fuck you. Why would he do something so disgusting to someone he loves. Sandra and Diann laughed. Sandra said Mom, it sounds disgusting until it happens to you. I promise you if Rebel ever fucks your brains out you will want it again. You will have multiple orgasm back to back or one continuous orgasm. Janis jaw dropped. I suspected he let the dog fuck you for punishment and now you are telling me you liked it. Diann said. Yes mom we liked it. After Sandra told me about him letting Rebel rape her and how good it was I ask Master if he would let Rebel rape me. Master tied me up and fucked my mouth while Rebel fucked my pussy. I had the most glorious orgasm in my life and got treated to Master's cum in my mouth and Rebel filled my pussy with the best feeling hot cum I can imagine. Janis heard Angela step in the bedroom and turned to look at her. She ask. Angela did you know about the dog fucking? Angela replied. Yes mam Sandra told me about it. Janis ask. You would not want the dog to fuck you? Angela said. Mom, if Master had not made me promise to refrain from sex with anyone without his permission I would be giving rebel my virginity. Sandra made it sound so exciting I cannot wait to try it to see if it is good as she says. Janis looked at Sandra and Diann. Do you two girls think it is that great. They both answered. Yes mam. Diann told her. Mom, we strongly suggest that you ask Master to let Rebel rape you. You have no idea what you are missing. We say rape you because it is so fantastic being tied unable to move or prevent the dog fucking you. Janis said. Well I will have to think about that. She smiled and said, I have to admit the way you girls talk about it has made me wet. They all laughed and Diann said. Me getting wet and aroused from Sandra telling me about it is why I ask Master to let Rebel rape me. He did it for me because he loves me and it excites him watching Rebel fuck the shit out of me. _________________________________________________________________ Will Janis asked to be raped by Rebel? How long will Master Frank make Angela wait to become a sex slave. I write these sex stories for entertainment for myself and you. I will stop writing if the rating drops to the point that I do not think you enjoyed. Please vote and leave comments if you can. Fan vote will determine if I cease writing or continue. Should Master Frank use Angela sexually now or make her wait until she is of legal age. Please give your opinion in a comment. I do read all comments positive or negative. Step Daughters' Desire chapter 7

"Ariel, I have some buddies coming over to hang out for a while," Jordan said to his stepmom. Ariel looked at her 18 year old stepson sternly, "don't you think you should ask?" Jordan chuckled, "I just did, and told you they were coming over." "That's not asking, that's telling," the 32 year old woman replied. "Yeah, well they'll be here in about 15 minutes," Jordan replied with a grin. "Well thanks for the heads up, and I will be talking to your dad about this," Ariel replied in disgust. Jordan laughed, "go ahead, you're not my mom, and my dad is just your sugar daddy, and he'll side with me. Besides my dad won't be home until much later on tonight, if not til tomorrow morning." Ariel grew angry, "he is not my sugar daddy, I love your dad, and he loves me." "Pfft, yeah whatever," Jordan said. Ariel knew her husband, Steve would side with Jordan, because it happened every time, and it disgusted her. She also knew she didn't marry Steve just for his money, she had fallen deeply in love with the much older man, and no matter what her stepson said, she knew the truth about that. "Well all I ask is that you guys keep the noise down, I'm going to take a nap before I have to go to work tonight," Ariel responded in dismay, when the doorbell rang. "Damn, I guess they were closer than I thought," Jordan chuckled, heading for the door. Ariel rolled her eyes at her stepson, watching him head for the door. She watched the door open and in walked Dustin and Eric, both boys she had met before. "Oh hi Mrs. Pratt," Dustin said entering the house, checking out the woman up and down. "Hi Dustin," Ariel responded with a smile. One thing about Jordan's friends, was that they showed her more respect than Jordan ever did. "Hi Mrs. Pratt," Eric said excitedly. "Hi Eric," Ariel said. "Now I told Jordan already, but I'm asking you guys to keep it down so I can take a nap." "Yes ma'am," Dustin and Eric responded in unison, before following Jordan up the stairs and towards his room. "Dude, your stepmom is so fucking hot, have you seen her naked yet?" Dustin asked, following Jordan into the room. Jordan shook his head, "naw man, she's a fucking bitch, I wouldn't want to see her naked." "Oh come on man, she seems alright," Eric said, "tell me you haven't thought about wanting to see her tight bod naked." "Fuck no man, she's supposed to be my mom, and I would never want to see her naked," Jordan responded in disgust. Dustin laughed, "she's your stepmom dude, not your real mom, there's nothing wrong with seeing her naked. Besides I'm still trying to figure out how your dad scored such a looker, like her." "She's a gold digger dumbass, she only married my dad for his money," Jordan responded. "You guys didn't come over to talk about the bitch downstairs, so let's just stop talking about her," he said in anger. "Oh you know your dad taps that every chance he gets," Eric said with a laugh. "Enough guys, that's just disgusting to even think about," Jordan said, turning on the TV and PlayStation. Dustin and Eric picked up their controllers and sat down on Jordan's bed, both of them thinking about the older woman downstairs. Both of them have dreamed about seeing Ariel naked, and fucking her stupid since she had married Steve three years ago, and now that they were 18 and just graduated from high school, their infatuation had grown progressively. Ariel headed up the stairs, and down the hall, opposite of Jordan's room, ready to take a nap before she had to go to work. She entered her and Steve's bedroom, forgetting to close the door tightly. She shed her pants, and climbed on to the bed, laying down and closing her eyes, hoping she could fall asleep quickly. Ariel laid there, wondering why her stepson has never liked her, which she found herself doing often. She never tried to discipline him, leaving that up to Steve, but it seemed that no matter what she did, Jordan just hated her. She slowly drifted off to sleep, not really wanting it to bother her, because she knew Jordan would be out of the house in the fall. Jordan loaded up Call of Duty, and started a map for the three of them to play against each other. They randomly killed each on the game, talking smack at each other, until Dustin ended winning. "Ha ha, got you fuckers," Dustin announced with a laugh. "Time out guys, bathroom break," Eric said, setting his controller down, heading out the door. He proceeded down the hall, towards the bathroom, directly across from Ariel's bedroom. He entered to do his business, closing the door behind him. "You know dude, I still don't see how your stepmom is a gold digger, I mean she's fucking hot, if I was your dad's age, I would definitely want to tap that any chance I got," Dustin said, looking at Jordan. "For God's sake, what is your infatuation with that bitch?" Jordan asked in disgust, regretting inviting them over now. "No infatuation, I'm just a horny guy, that sees a hot older woman, that I want to fuck," Dustin answered. Jordan chuckled, "good luck with that, she's a bitch, and always will be." Eric finished going to the bathroom, flushing the toilet, and exited. When he entered the hallway he noticed the bedroom door across the way cracked open. He quietly crept up to it, slowly pushing it open even more, trying to peer in without being seen. He froze in place as the door opened, seeing Ariel laying on the bed, on top of the covers, in a slight fetal position. His eyes went directly towards her firm ass, covered slightly by red bikini panties, his cock immediately began to tingle and rise. Eric stared at the older woman for a bit, realizing this was the closest yet he had come to seeing his infatuation naked. He slowly pushed the door open a little more, becoming braver. "Mrs. Pratt," he whispered, hoping she didn't respond, rubbing his hardening cock through his jeans. "Jesus what the fuck is taking Eric so long," Dustin grumbled. "He probably had to shit," Jordan laughed. Dustin thought about yelling out for Eric, but then remembered what Ariel had said. "I'm gonna go find out what's taking him so long," he said, getting up, exiting the room. When Dustin entered the hallway, he quickly saw Eric peering into a room, while rubbing his crotch. 'What the fuck,' he thought to himself, making his way towards Eric. Eric heard someone approaching, and quickly glanced at Dustin walking towards him. "Fuck she's so fucking hot," he whispered at Dustin. Dustin immediately knew who he was about, walking up next to Eric, peering into the bedroom. "Holy shit," he whispered. "Tell me about it man, this may be our chance to get what we want man," Eric whispered. "No dude, she'll wake up," Dustin responded, his cock quickly growing in his shorts. "Then she'll wake up with my dick inside of her," Eric whispered excitedly. "Yeah and she can get you for rape dude," Dustin whispered. "Go get Jordan, he's got to see this," Eric whispered in excitement. Dustin chuckled softly, "you actually think he would want to see his stepmom like this. You know he hates her." "Yeah, but I bet he wants to see what I'm about to do to her," Eric whispered, quietly entering the room. "Fuck Eric, get the fuck back here," Dustin whispered as loud as he dared. Eric crept up next to the bed, directly in front of Ariel, looking back at Dustin with a shit-eating grin. He focused back on the older woman, admiring her. He slowly reached down and cupped her covered left tit, squeezing it lightly, feeling her bra through her shirt. 'Oh shit,' Dustin thought to himself, backing away from the doorway, quickly making his way back to Jordan's room. Eric marveled at the how firm Ariel's tit felt, continuing to fondle it. He realized her bra may be playing a part in making it feel firm, but at this point he didn't really care. He jumped a little, and quickly pulled his hand away, when she began to stir a little. He froze in place, hoping she didn't wake up and catch him standing there. He watched the older woman roll onto her back, draping an arm across her stomach, and spread her legs slightly. Eric's cock throbbed against his jeans when he focused his eyes on her covered pussy, noticing a slight camel toe pushing against her panties. "Oh my fucking God," he whispered to himself. "Dude, Eric is fucking up big time, come quick," Dustin announced when he entered Jordan's room. "What the hell, where have you guys been?" Jordan asked in surprise. "Come on, and you'll find out, Eric has gone crazy," Dustin said, leading Jordan out of the room. They crept down the hall, towards Jordan's parents room, both halting in the doorway, and focusing on the scene in front of them. "What the hell are you doing?" Jordan whispered loudly. Eric grinned at them slyly, his middle finger sliding up and down Ariel's covered slit. "Getting ready to get what I want from your stepmom man," he whispered, unzipping his jeans, pulling his cock through his boxers and zipper of his jeans. Dustin and Jordan could not believe what they were witnessing in front of them, neither one of them wanting to move. "Dude, no, you can't do that," Dustin whispered in anger. "She feels so hot, I just want a dip inside," Eric responded, slowly stroking his 8" cock with one hand, while still rubbing his finger against Ariel's covered slit. Ariel felt a finger running over her pussy, feeling herself getting excited. She cracked her eyes open, wondering what was going on. She immediately saw Dustin and Jordan standing in the doorway, realizing immediately it wasn't Steve. 'Oh my God,' she thought to herself, thinking about opening her eyes fully and looking at the boys. But her eyes drifted towards the direction she assumed the hand was coming from, and was greeted by the sight of Eric's erection. Her pussy began to itch while she focused on the uncircumcised cock being stroked by it owner. 'Holy shit, he's much bigger than Steve,' she thought to herself. She was trying to get a grasp on what was going on here, hearing the boys whispering at each other, but not really able to make it out. Her pussy began to take over her thought process, as Eric pushed his finger harder into her slit, her legs beginning to involuntarily tremble in excitement. 'I can't let this happen, this boy is going to rape me, I thought he respected me, and it'd be cheating on Steve,' Ariel said to herself, her pussy beginning to leak now. Ariel was taken aghast when all of a sudden, Eric climbed on to the bed, kneeling between her legs. She thought about yelling at the boy, but held back, finding herself curious about what he was going to try with her. Dustin and Jordan knew they had to get Eric off the bed immediately, but still refused to advance into the room. They both knew if they didn't do something soon, it was going to be to late. "Get off the fucking bed Eric, you can't do that," Dustin whispered. Eric looked back his friend's quickly, then back at the sleeping woman sprawled out on the bed in front of him. He slowly reached down, and slid Ariel's panties aside as best as he could, exposing her glistening slit to him. Ariel almost gasped aloud, feeling the cool air rush over her overheated pussy. She knew she should she end this, and should've a long time ago, but it was becoming to late now, watching Eric move over her, his cock pushing against her slit. "Here goes nothing," Eric whispered, holding his cock in his hand, guiding it towards her opening. He pushed forward, looking down as her lips opened, and the head of his cock slip past them. "Holy shit," Dustin gasped, watching Eric's cock slowly sink into Ariel's pussy. "What the fuck are you doing?" Jordan asked aloud, not caring if it woke up his stepmom. Ariel let a moan escape her, feeling her pussy fill up with Eric's cock. She continued to lay motionless, feeling Eric's jeans brush her pussy lips, enjoying the feeling of his cock buried inside of her. "Man her pussy is so hot and wet guys, and it feels like it's sucking on my dick, fuck," Eric whispered, looking back at his friends, holding his cock buried inside of Ariel. Dustin and Jordan finally entered the room, knowing that this had gone way to far, and needed to get Eric out of there before Ariel woke up, and they all got in trouble, and maybe possibly arrested. "Get the hell off of her man, get your dick out of her before she wakes up," Dustin whispered angrily. "No way man, her pussy feels way to good," Eric acknowledged, slowly beginning to withdraw his cock, before sinking it back into Ariel. Ariel knew she wasn't going to be able to fake sleep much longer, as the younger man began to fuck her. She knew it was to late to stop him now, with his cock buried inside of her, and enjoying the feeling of it fucking her, so she decided to enjoy herself. She started lifting her hips up, to meet his thrusts, feeling her pussy getting even wetter "She fucking likes it guys, she's fucking me back in her sleep," Eric gasped, picking up the pace. Jordan watched his stepmom's hips moving in time with Eric's thrusts, not believing this was actually happening. His cock throbbed against his shorts, having a mind of its own, enjoying the scene in front of him. He looked up at Ariel's face, noticing a smile, and her eyes open slightly, realizing she was actually awake. "Eric she's awake," he announced in shock. Ariel fully opened her eyes when Jordan made the announcement, knowing he had figured it out. She looked up at Eric with lust, while he froze in place, as if wondering what her reaction was going to be. "Don't stop, keep going," she urged him on. Eric just stared at her in complete shock, her statement not really registering with him. He thought for sure she would be mad and yell at him to get off of her. When Eric didn't move yet, Ariel put her hands on his ass, pulling him into her. "I said keep fucking me," she moaned. Eric immediately took the hint, and started moving in and out of her again. He started grunting each time he slammed into her pubic bone, enjoying himself. Dustin was beside himself, the woman he had dreamed about several times, was getting fucked by his best friend, and she was enjoying it. He decided he couldn't let Eric have all of the fun with her, and wanted to try pushing his luck as well with her. He quickly pushed his shorts and underwear down, kicking them aside. He moved closer to the bed, holding his cock at the base, guiding it towards Ariel. Ariel focused on Eric fucking her, her moans growing louder, an orgasm already growing inside of her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a cock coming towards her. She looked directly at it, noticing it wasn't quite as long as Eric's, but appeared to be thicker. She looked up at Dustin with a smile, lust taking over her completely now, opening her mouth wide so Dustin could guide it in. Ariel wrapped her lips around Dustin's shaft, sucking hard on his cock. She moaned into his cock, moving her head forward and back on it. "Oh my fucking God does she suck a dick real good," Dustin groaned, putting his hands on his hips, moving his hips in time with her head. Eric felt Ariel's pussy getting even tighter around his invading member, causing him to become more forceful with his thrusts. He felt his orgasm growing inside of him already, his balls growing tighter against his body for their release. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum already," he growled. Ariel pulled her mouth off of Dustin's cock, looking up at Eric, "you better make me cum first, and don't you dare cum inside of me." She took Dustin's cock back in mouth, sucking on it hard. Jordan still couldn't believe what was happening here, never thinking of her being such a slut. But here she was with his two buddies cocks at each end of her, and she was enjoying it. He started rubbing his crotch, thinking about getting involved in this as well. Eric moved his hand between him and Ariel, seeking out her clit. When he found the engorged nub, he rapidly started rubbing it with his fingers, feeling her legs bounce and tremble beside him. Ariel quickly pulled away from Dustin's cock again, when Eric found her sensitive clit, focussing on her impending orgasm. "Yes, make me cum, fuck yes," she cried out, squirming on the bed. Eric felt Ariel's pussy squeeze his cock even tighter, making it hard to hold back from exploding inside of her. He looked down at the woman, slowing his pace, hoping he could hold out from cumming. "Cum all over my dick, fuck yes," he growled. Jordan watched his stepmom tremble on the bed, underneath Eric, his own cock growing harder in his shorts. He quickly shucked his shorts and boxers down, taking his cock into his hand, stroking it, while watching the scene in front of him. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck yes," Ariel cried out, arching her back high off the bed. Eric started moving in her spasming pussy again, knowing he should pull out before he came himself. He watched her in the throes of her orgasm, continuously rubbing her clit. He felt his cock grow even harder, and knew he was at the point of no return. He groaned loudly, forcefully driving into Ariel, not even thinking about pulling out now, unloading his viral seed into her. Ariel continued to cum when she felt Eric's cock start twitching inside of her, her pussy being filled up by his hot cum. "Pull out, don't cum inside of me, pull out," she yelled through her own orgasm. It was to late for Eric though, he unloaded the entire contents of his balls deep inside the woman, and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, his cock still throbbing inside of her as it began to soften. "Fuck that was so good," he groaned breathlessly. Jordan and Dustin were both speechless at what they had just witnessed. Both of their cock's were now profusely leaking precum, wanting their own turn at Ariel now. "You better hope I don't get pregnant," Ariel said, still catching her own breath, feeling a wetness running down her ass now. Eric slowly pushed himself up, and withdrew, his now flaccid, cock, looking down at her slightly agape, swollen slit, seeing his cum leaking out of her already. "I hope not either, looks like I really filled you up," Eric said softly. "It's my turn at that pussy now," Dustin proclaimed, not batting an eye, pushing Eric aside and climbing on to the bed. He looked down at Ariel's leaking pussy, at this point, not even caring he was getting sloppy seconds with her. He quickly guided his cock towards her entrance, pushing it in, feeling the warmth and wetness of Eric's cum inside of her. Ariel started to protest, but sucked in her breath, when Dustin's thicker cock entered her, stretching her freshly fucked pussy even more. She knew this was getting out of hand, but she also knew the other boys would want their turn now, since she didn't stop Eric. Dustin started pounding Ariel's pussy hard, grunting loudly. "You like taking our dicks huh?" He asked. Ariel could only nod, focusing on the fat dick opening her up. She had never felt so full before in her life, but she was actually enjoying it. "God your dick is stretching me open," she groaned, looking into his lustful eyes. Dustin didn't pay her any attention, pounding in and out of her hard and fast. Even with Eric's cum already inside of her, he was still getting plenty of friction inside her to build up his own orgasm. Jordan watched Dustin's thick cock move in and out of his stepmom's pussy, noticing the white, frothy film of Eric's cum coating it. He crawled up onto the bed, next to Ariel's head, waving his cock in front of her. Ariel saw her stepson's cock wave in front her. She focused her eyes on it, studying it. She immediately realized it was bigger than his dad's, but wasn't quite as thick as Dustin's. She opened her mouth for him, and he immediately shoved it in, down to her throat. She started gagging right away, spit flying out, landing on Jordan's abdomen. She used her hand to push him back slightly, trying to catch her breath as best as she could, with his throbbing member still filling her mouth. Jordan looked down at his cock buried in Ariel's mouth, groaning loudly, "fuck yes, and here I thought you were just a bitch, now you're our fucking slut." Ariel couldn't believe what her stepson had just said, never hearing him say something like that to her or anyone before. She knew he didn't like her much, but he had never spoken that way to her before. She moaned as she wrapped her lips around his shaft, sucking on it hard. "Yes, that's it, suck my cock, while Dustin fucks your slutty, gold digging, pussy," Jordan groaned, letting out his pent up anger against her. Dustin looked at Jordan, continuing to slam into Ariel. He knew how Jordan felt about Ariel, so Jordan's words didn't come as a big surprise to him, but it did shock him that he was saying it directly to her. Jordan put his hand on Ariel's head, fucking her mouth hard and fast. He started grunting loudly, enjoying himself. He looked at Dustin with a smile, "fuck I can't believe this is happening, but I did tell you she was a slut." Dustin didn't respond, and looked back down at Ariel sucking Jordan's cock. He felt his orgasm rising inside of him. He started slamming harder into her pussy, holding himself there for a bit, before pulling back out. Jordan enthusiastically continued to mouth fuck his stepmom, holding her head place with both hands. "What's dad gonna think when your gold digging pussy is loaded up with all of our cum?" He groaned loudly. Ariel still couldn't believe how Jordan was talking to her, or how he was getting into having his way with her, but she was finding it a turn on in a way, another orgasm quickly growing inside of her. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from Jordan forcing her to gag on his cock, but it was still very exciting for her. Ariel felt a hand find her clit and start vigorously rubbing it, send electricity through her body, causing her to start trembling with oncoming orgasm. She tried to pull her head back, and free herself of Jordan's grasp before she came, yelling gibberish around his cock. "Mmmmm is your pussy gonna cum all over his cock buried inside of you slut," Jordan groaned, rubbing her swollen clit hard. "Mmm hmm, mmm hmm," she moaned around his cock, feeling the orgasm beginning of coarse through her. Jordan released Ariel's head, letting her pull off of his cock. "That's it cum on his cock bitch, suck his cum out of him with your dirty pussy," Jordan yelled, watching her jump and tremble on the bed. Dustin felt Ariel's pussy squeeze tight against his cock, and release it as she came. He felt a flood of wetness surround his cock, dripping down his balls, exciting him. "Fuckkk yes, fuck her pussy is going to make me cum," he growled, slamming into her hard, holding himself there, shooting his cum deep into her. Dustin slowly started moving in and out of her spasming pussy, continuing to shoot his potent load into her. "Awww fuck yes," he groaned, riding out his orgasm. Eric watched Dustin's cock throb as it emptied the rest of it's contents into the same hole he had already filled, causing his own cock to begin rising again. He saw Dustin's cum begin leaking out, running down Ariel's ass crack, joining his own on the bed. Dustin slowly withdrew his deflated cock out of Ariel, looking down at her now gaping pussy. He watched it contract and force out more cum, running down onto the bed. "Fuck, that was great," he chuckled, moving off the bed. Ariel was still breathing heavily, looking up at her stepson. "Now I suppose you want your turn?" "You fucking know it, I definitely want to fuck your slutty pussy," Jordan said, moving between her legs. "But I want you from behind." Ariel groaned softly, "damn I'm going to be sore for a while." She slowly rolled over onto her hands and knees, looking back at Jordan. Jordan held the base of his cock, pushing the head into her still gapping, leaking hole, feeling the wetness of her juices, and the combined cum of Dustin and Eric. He withdrew completely, and rubbed the head up and down her creamy lips. "I don't think I'm going to fuck this dirty pussy just yet, I want your dirty ass first," he smiled devilishly. Ariel looked at him in horror, "absolutely not, your dad doesn't even get to do that, it's exit only." Jordan chuckled evilly, "we'll see about that." He put his hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, looking down at her puckered hole. He moved himself up until the cum covered head of his cock was pushing against it. Ariel knew she had to take control of the situation, before her ass was violated by her stepson. She moved forward away from him, "I said no, this is enough, get your clothes on before I call the police and report the three of you for rape." "Hold her still guys, she's going to be my bitch, and get her gold digging ass fucked," Jordan yelled, grabbing her hips and pulled her back. Dustin and Eric hesitated for a moment, knowing Ariel could do what she had just said, and they would all end up jail. But they also wanted to help their friend out, and let him get his chance with her, even though they didn't agree with what he was planning on doing. They finally moved on opposite sides of Ariel, and grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. Ariel looked at the two other boys in terror, not expecting them to help Jordan, after she didn't fight them from fucking her. She gritted her, knowing it would be useless to fight them, because they were much stronger than her. She also knew that after it was all over, she would be hurting for possibly days, but would have them arrested and gone forever! "Oh yeah, here we go, make sure you relax and breath or it might hurt you," Jordan growled, guiding his cock towards her asshole. He pushed the glistening head of his cock against her puckered hole steadily, waiting for it to open up for him. He groaned loudly as the head of his cock slipped past her outer ring, steadily pushing it into her rectum. "Ahhh," Ariel cried out, feeling Jordan's cock invade her bowels. "Yeah, that's it, see I told you it wasn't exit only," Jordan chuckled, watching his cock slowly sink into his stepmom's ass. Ariel dropped her head down, "fffuuuccckkk," she groaned, the urge to go to the bathroom coming over her as Jordan's cock fully sank into her. Jordan groaned louder when his abdomen pushed against Ariel's ass, feeling her rectal muscles squeeze and release around his cock. He held himself there for a while, letting his stepmom get accustomed to the invasion. While he didn't like his stepmom, he didn't want to seriously hurt her, or if she did call the police, he would be in trouble for that as well. He laid across her back, breathing into her ear, "mmmm my cock is buried in your dirty, gold digging, ass, and you're enjoying it aren't you?" Ariel shook her head, breathing quickly, not liking the feeling of Jordan's cock in her ass. "Please take it out," she pleaded. Jordan laughed softly, "not until I get to fuck this tight ass of yours." He pushed himself back up, and slowly began pulling his cock back. He pulled back until an inch still remained inside of her, then slowly pushed back into her, burying his cock back into her bowels. He continued the slow, steady rhythm in her ass, feeling it get a little looser with each stroke. Ariel's urge to defecate was slowly subsiding, getting used to the feeling of a cock in her ass. She lifted her head again, looking back at Jordan with a pained face. Jordan was focused on his stepmom's ass, steadily increasing his speed with each stroke. He slowly pulled almost out of her ass, before slamming into her harder with each thrust, grunting loudly. --------------------------------------------------------- Steve pulled his car into the driveway, happy that he had actually gotten off work extremely early for a change. He was going to get to see his wife during the week instead of just on the weekend for once. He recognized Dustin's car parked out on the street, figuring he was over gaming with Jordan like usual. He walked into the house, "I'm home." Steve walked into the front room, surprised there was no response. He didn't see anyone in the room, and froze in place when heard noises coming from upstairs. He listened intently, trying to discern what it was. He crept towards the stairway, still unable to hear it clearly. He quietly walked up the stairs, hearing what sounding like slapping, mixed with animal like grunts. He top the stairs, walking towards the sound, but froze when heard what sounded like Jordan, "oh yes, see you like me fucking your gold digging ass don't you." Steve couldn't believe what he had just heard, wondering what the hell was going on. He crept up next his bedroom door, peering around the corner, getting the shock of his life. Jordan was kneeling behind Ariel, wearing only a t-shirt, and was moving his hips forward and back, in time with Ariel's. Dustin and Eric were on either side of Ariel, holding onto their erect cocks, stroking them. Steve was beside himself staring at the scene. Anger entered him immediately, but his own cock began to harden in his pants, watching the scene he had only seen in pornos before. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, you're going to make me cum," Ariel cried out in pleasure. Jordan felt Ariel's anal canal get tight around his cock, making it hard for him to move inside of her. "Holy shit did her ass get really tight," he exclaimed. Steve continued watching the carnal scene in front of him, a tinge of jealousy now coming over him. He looked between Jordan's legs, seeing Ariel's creamy pussy, immediately realizing his son was actually fucking her ass. "What the hell, I can't get her to give that to me, but she let's him," he said to himself. Ariel threw her head back, slamming back into Jordan, "fffuuuccckkk, I'm cumming, fuck yes, I cumming!" Jordan's cock was forced out of his stepmom's ass when she started cumming, pussy juice mixed with cum flying out on to his legs and the bed. He knelt back, watching his stepmom's convulsing body fall on to the bed, still cumming. Steve couldn't believe his eyes, he had never been able to get Ariel to cum that hard, watching her whole body trembling on the bed. He thought about getting a closer view, but held back, not wanting to be seen yet. Jordan moved back over his stepmom's trembling body, guiding his cock towards her pussy, sliding it in easily. He slammed into her hard, "now time to add my load to the others in there." Ariel was still trying to recover from her orgasm, when Jordan's body laid across her back. She grunted when he shoved his cock in her still spasming pussy, not sure how much more she could take. Steve watched on, wide-eyed, his son fucking his young wife hard. He began to wonder if this had happened several times before while he was at work, especially from the way Jordan was fucking Ariel and she wasn't resisting him. "Oh fuck yes, that gold digging pussy is so fucking hot and wet," Jordan groaned, slamming into her as hard as he could. Ariel started lifting her hips into his thrusts, hoping to make him cum soon, so this would be over. "Yes, cum for, cum in my pussy," she moaned, hoping that would make him cum faster. Jordan started grunting loudly, feeling his orgasm growing. "Oh it's coming, I'm gonna fill that creamy pussy with my hot load," he growled. Steve pulled out his throbbing cock, stroking it as he listened and watched them. He knew what he was witnessing was wrong, especially watching his own son having sex, but he just couldn't take his eyes off of the scene, or disrupt it. "Here it cums, here it cums, ah fuck yes," Jordan cried out, his hips twitching as his cum shot deep into his stepmom. "Mmmmm yeah, that's it cum for me," Ariel moaned, grinding her ass against Jordan. Jordan collapsed on Ariel's back, completely exhausted, his deflating cock still twitching inside of her pussy. "Holy shit, that was incredible," he said breathlessly, slowly rolling over next to her, his limp member pulling out. Steve looked on wide-eyed, seeing his son's cum slowly ooze out of Ariel's pussy. He kept stroking his own cock, waiting to make his move, and break it up. Ariel slowly pushed herself up, looking at Jordan and Eric on her right side, "you know I could have the three of you arrested and locked away for a long time right." Jordan just grinned, realizing his stepmother had no intention of doing that, from the smile on her face. "Yeah, but are you?" Ariel looked at Dustin, "no, I won't, but this will never happen again, and you three had better hope I don't get pregnant, otherwise I won't know how to explain it to Steve. This was a one time thing okay?" Steve stood there listening to her, realizing the three boys had just raped his wife. He tucked his cock away, and stepped into the bedroom, "she won't, but maybe I will call the police." The 4 on the bed quickly spun to look at Steve in shock... To be continued?...

My best friends mom... What can I say about her? She made every boy on the block drool. Now to be fair I wasn't a bad as some of his friends, who were only friends with him so they could be around her as much as possible. But lets just say that I never turned down an offer to hang out either... Although she was only a hair over five foot she was built like a goddess, enormous breasts constantly straining against the tight shirts she seemed to prefer, setting up her cleavage like the grand canyon. I had lusted after her since I was old enough to start liking girls, and I could populate a small planet with the amount of cum I had spilled over thoughts of her. The first time it happened by accident. I spent most of my afternoons at his house waiting until I absolutely had to go home. Although I was already 18 I didn't have the funds yet to move out and I couldn't stand being at home any more than I absolutely had to. I even had a key to his house since I spent so much time there. I headed over to his house after school like I always did. It wasn't until I got inside that I realized that he was probably at drama club today and wouldn't be home for a few hours still. It started as soon as I opened the door. "Help!" a voice cried I dropped my keys in surprise. "Mrs. Smith?" I called, curious and a little nervous "I'm in the living room" she called "Help me" Nothing in this world could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me next. As I walked into the living room I came saw her, her hands had been bound over her head and all of her clothing had been stripped away. The remains of some pantyhose still covered her legs but the crotch had been ripped out to expose her cleanly shaven pussy. Crips white rope was wrapped around her neck and her enormous tits pulling them up and together like some twisted sort of bra. She was standing but additional ropes around her legs kept her in a slightly hunched position, allowing ample access to her cunt from behind. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, I tried to suppress the surge of lust that flowed through me at seeing her like this. Years of secret desire warred against my better nature, and my morals though fighting diligently were in a losing battle. "My boyfriend broke up with me, and he thought it would be funny to leave me like this for my son to find me, thank god you came here first!" she cried "That sick bastard!" I said. She struggled as I stood there watching, valiantly to free herself but it was abundantly clear that she had been trying for awhile and no amount of struggling was going to free her from her present predicament without outside help. I approached with every intention of helping her, but when I got close and moved my hand to undo her restraints I brushed against her smooth warm flesh, and in that moment I was lost. My hand dropped back down, brushing against her face before following to her bound breasts. I squeezed one of the enormous mounds of flesh and my cock hardened at the supple feel of her tit in my hand. "Uh... what are you doing?" she asked, concern coloring her voice "hurry up and untie me?" "I'm sorry... I really am..." I said "I just cant pass this up, I have been waiting years for a chance like this!" I said her head hung a little in shame at my words and she made no effort to resist the exploring of my hands. My left hand continued to cup and fondle her breasts while the other dropped down between her legs, finding the warm wet hole where they met. Her pussy was completely smooth and already sopping wet with her desire. A small groan escaped her lips as my probing fingers found her clit. Ever so slowly her hips struggled and writhed as much as her bonds permitted, her eyes closed and she groaned again, louder than before. "You like that huh?" I asked, my heart was beating out of my chest as a mixture of pure lust and desire fueled me. "yes..." she whispered I turned her head towards mine and our eyes met. I expected hatred, or fear, but what I found was lust that burned with the same fury as my own. I swiftly leaned in and our lips met, although her eyes widened in surprise at my gesture, her tongue found its way into my mouth, darting in to caress my own. Spurred on by her grown desire my finger ceased their work on her clit and forced their way inside her waiting hole. "Oh god..." she moaned, her hips writhed again, straining at the bonds that held her tight, fighting for every extra inch she could get inside of her. I dropped to my knees in front of her, the air between her legs was thick with the scent of her desire and my cock strained within my pants. With all the care of a collector taking the first draw on a fresh bottle of wine I slipped my tongue between the lips of her pussy. I found her clit quickly in the folds of her silken lips and flicked it gently with my tongue. Although I was vaguely aware that this elicited a reaction from her, the information was distant in the face of my desire. I sucked and probed, exploring every nook and cranny of her womanhood with my mouth. A shudder went through her body as she convulsed within her restraints. "Oh god I'm cumming!" she moaned. I watched in utter fascination as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body rocked in the throes of her passion. After a moment that seemed like ages her body quited again, sagging within her bonds. She hung there, her breathing rough and her eyes closed as she rode the aftermath of her orgasm. I took the chance and freed my cock from the restrictive prison of my pants. As I approached her eyes opened lazily, and a short look of confusion painted her features, as though she was confused about where she was. All at once her eyes locked on my cock, exposed and erect in front of her. A look of insatiable desire mixed with a hint of fear passed over her eyes, but no sound escaped her lips. Her eyes remained fixed on my member, tracking it as I approached with the same determination and focus that a hawk shows towards a field mouse. Although she could move scarcely an inch with, I got the distinct impression that she attempted to spread her legs further. I lined the head of my cock up with the opening of her wanton hole, still leaking fluids from her own orgasm. I slipped the tip back and forth through the exposed lips of her pussy, gathering her moisture upon it. Our eyes met again, and held as I slid my cock inside of her. Slowly at first but with increasing speed a worked my cock in and out of her. She bit her lip in an effort to restrain the sounds of her enjoyment but eventually she lost the war and a throaty groan escaped from between her lips. "fuck yes!" she moaned "fuck me!" I obliged her. I pulled her body tight against mine, feeling her breast press against my chest. I was frustrated that the bonds which held her complicated my penetration. Her moans continued as my cock continued to spear inside of her, with all the colorful language of a dockyard slut she instructed me in no uncertain terms what she wanted me to do to her. An inarticulate cry escaped her lips as another orgasm shook her body. I could feel my own rapidly approaching and with scarce seconds to spare I freed my cock from inside of her. I tick stream of cum erupted from my cock spraying her breasts and eliciting a surprised cry as the thick white fluid coated her body. I stood there, watching my cum drip down her breasts, leaving a sticky trail behind. After an eternity of silence, interrupted only by our ragged breathing, I spoke. "I'm sorry..." I said lamely, I realized the enormity of what I had just done as the fog of my lust cleared to let in the harsh light of clarity. "It's ok, most guys dont last that long inside of me" she said "now if you let me down we can try that again upstairs" My mind couldn't quite make sense of what was going on, I thought for sure that she was going to yell at me, or threaten me, anything but invite me up to her bedroom. My hands fumbled with her bonds, releasing the knots and the ropes that held her fast. The last rope was released and she stretched, a pained expression flitting across her face. "What do you mean go upstairs?" I asked finally, "aren't you going to like call the cops or something?" I asked "Do you want me to?" she said "Well... no, obviously" I responded "Then lets go upstairs" she said. She turned to walk upstairs. She turned around and winked at me "just because my boyfriend is a freak, doesnt mean Im not too... After all I taught him everything he knows..." I watched the sway of her hips as she walked away, my cock stirring to new life, before hurrying to follow her.

Step Daughters' Desire chapter 4 We ended chapter 3 with Frank and Sandra exhausted. He smiled at her as he said. Do you want more, my little slut. She smiled as she said yes Master I want more but I think I am going to have to beg for Mercy as I don't think my heart and body can take any more for a while. He laughed and said. I don't think I can take any more for a while either. You have completely worn me out. Go clean up and get dressed after you bring me a beer. Yes Master and she went to the kitchen bringing him a cold beer before taking a long hot shower. Sandra thought about all her new experiences with Frank as she let the hot water flow over her body. The hot water was so soothing on her sore muscles. She wondered. How can a man be so good at controlling a woman's desire, heart and soul? The more she thought about how happy he has made her and how happy her mom is all the time. She is amazed that thinking about Frank has made her feel totally different about him. She realized she is in love with Frank, her mom's husband and Master, she feels envy that her mom has the one man that she wants more than any other in the world. She started to cry knowing that she can not have the man that has taken her heart. Will she ever find a man to care for her like he cares for her mom. She said to herself. I will never leave home as long as they will let me stay. If I can't have him at least I can be near him. Sandra finished her shower, slipped into a thin cotton house dress not bothering to wear panties or bra. She headed to the den wanting to be near Frank alone far the rest of the day. Her mom and sisters will be home tomorrow morning. All she could think about is if she will be allowed the pleasure of being used by him again or is it a one time thing. He had been reluctant to grant her this weekend of use, abuse and pleasure. She thought. I will never forget this weekend, the best weekend of my life, and I will cherish it forever. She sighed as she entered the den where Frank relaxed in his recliner sipping a beer. May I have a beer, Master? He smiled at her. Of course baby and bring me another please. She came back from the kitchen with two beers handed him one then dropped to her knees beside his chair placing her hand on his thigh. Frank smiled. Would you not be more comfortable on the couch? You are not required to serve me any longer. When you used your safe word I respect your limits. Therefore we are finished with Master/ slave. We are back to Dad and daughter. Sandra sat silent for a moment appearing to be in deep thought about something. Sandra, are you alright or is there something wrong. She shyly smiled up at him. I am good. It's just that I have the feeling there is more you can show me and I don't want this weekend to end. He chuckled. Baby you have to understand the lifestyle your mom and I share cannot be taught in two days. She and I have been doing this for many years and are still finding new things to excite us. Dad, with three nosy curious girls in the house and your business how do you find the time to do new things. We have not heard more than what you do behind your bedroom door. I mean you used me in the bedroom all day and last night in your bedroom but tied me to the table and forced me to cum hard two or three times. I have never noticed any signs of sexual activity any where in the house before. Come with me baby girl. She followed him to the locked basement door. She had often wondered why he kept that door locked. He led her down the stairs leading to the elaborate finished basement. When the lights came on Sandra's jaw dropped and she froze in awe. She saw different bondage furniture, instruments of pain and pleasure every where. Frank chuckled. This is your mom's and my play room. Dad when do you. He cut in saying. Oh baby there are times that the three loves of our lives go on sister shopping trips or a new movie down town. Just think about it. Who is always the one that tells you girls of an interesting movie in town or that you girls need new clothes or just some fun time together. Every time I hear your mom suggest something that involves the three of you away from the house I know it is time to get ready to use her. When she does that it means she is in a playful mood and needs pain and pleasure in the playroom. Sandra imagined her mom strapped to the bondage table, the spanking bench or the St Andrews Cross being used and enjoying every minute of it. Suddenly she felt the tingle in her body and liquid running down the inside of her thigh. Frank noticed her breathing raspy and rubbing her legs together as if she is aroused. Do you have any questions, baby girl? Without looking at him. She licked her lips saying only one. Will you fuck me hard one more time. She pulled the dress over her head dropping it to the floor and stood naked before him. Really? I thought you were too exhausted and sore to take any more. She looked into his captivating blue eyes and said. Please Master use me for your pleasure one more time. He smiled. What would you like to experience in the play room. She looked around the room before replying. I want you to do the thing that will give you the most pleasure, Master and she put her hands behind her back and pushed her tits out toward him. Don't move he said as he turned to a nearby table covered with sex toys. He picked a couple items from the table and moved back to her. From behind he blindfolded her and moved in front, caressed her tits and nipples making her moan as the tingle of pleasure traveled through her tits down to her pussy creating more juices to run down her thighs. She yelped when the first nipple clamp bit into her left nipple setting it on fire. More pain followed as he clamped her right nipple. He pulled on the connecting chain on the clamps making her moan and grit her teeth. Holding tension on the nipple chain he slid his other hand to her cunt working on her labia and clit. Her already wet pussy lips got wetter as he played with her pussy and nipples. Frank applied more pressure on her clit as he pulled on her nips. She felt the new orgasm pushing for release. Master, may I cum please? Yes you may, slut. She spread her legs, pushed her pussy hard into his fingers and let go the orgasm which forced her pussy to gush cum down her thighs as she groaned loud and struggled to breath. Her body shook but she stood in place. Frank moved away from her to return with leather cuffs for her ankles, wrist and arms. After securing the cuffs on her wrist and ankles he gagged her. She followed as he led her to a spot in the center of the room pulling her wrist above her head he attached the wrist cuffs to chains. The chains pulled forcing her to stand on her toes. She jumped, screamed and danced on the ceiling chains at the impact of the paddle on her ass cheeks sending a fiery pain through her. He smacked her four more times making her scream and flop around from the pain. She amazed him when she became rigid and shot cum onto the floor. He said. Amazing you just had an orgasm from pain. So sorry Master I could not help it. Frank chuckled. You are forgiven my little slut. I have never had a woman to embrace the pain so completely. She felt her legs being raised up in front of her to suspend her horizontal, legs spread, dripping cum. His cock was so excited and hard it ached. Dropping his pants to his knees he moved in to her pussy pushing his hard cock steadily deeper in her. The slow intrusion of her cunt made her involuntarily push her pussy onto his cock trying to get it as deep as possible. Deeply planted in her love canal he gripped her waist pushing and pulling her back and forth on and off his cock. Just a few strokes had her screaming. I'm going to cum. Aaaaaheee she screamed as the orgasm took over her body. Cum gushed from her cunt around his cock as he swung her back and forth on it. Her body started to go limp hanging from her wrist and ankles when he pulled out of her pussy. He moved the head of his cum coated cock to her ass hole. She raised slightly to allow easy intrusion of her flexing ass. Pulling her onto his cock he impaled her ass . He fucked her ass until his cum rushed to the head of his cock buried deep insider her and dumped a load in her bowels. She tensed and shot her cum onto his cock and legs. He pulled out of her ass with a loud pop freeing the trapped cum in her ass. She felt light headed as he lowered her arms and raised her ankles at the same time putting her in an upside down suspension. He released the ceiling chains from her wrist to reattach them to floor chains pulling her arms to the side and down. She hung in an inverted spread eagle. He picked up a couple items from a table he stood in front of her with her pussy level with his mouth and her mouth inches from his semi-hard cock. She jumped and moaned into the gag as he pushed the vibrating dildo in her cunt. He released the gag letting it drop to the pool of cum on the floor. She opened her mouth wide when the head of his cum covered cock pressed between her sweet lips. He pushed his cock deep in her throat as he fucked the dildo in and out of her cunt and sucked her clit. Sandra felt another enormous orgasm moving through her cunt forcing her to moan vibrating his cock shocking him with pure pleasure. Her powerful orgasm made her squirt in his mouth down his chin sliding down over her stomach, tits and her neck onto the floor where the ball gag lay. The pleasure from her throat forced him to have a dry orgasm making his balls cramp like dry heaves. He pulled out of her mouth and took the dildo from her cunt while she shook through the insistent orgasm. He walked to the toy table with his limp aching cock hanging over his shrunken balls. He took the ball gag from the cum pool and forced it in her mouth securing it tight. She moaned and retched at the taste of her cum coated gag. She recovered and licked it clean swallowing the cum. Aaahee she screamed when the sudden shock of the zapper hitting her clamped tit. The surprise sharp pain made her jump and pull on the chains restraining her. Frank chuckled each time he hit her with the zapper sending a painful electric shock into her body at different points her tits, ribs, stomach, pussy mound, thighs and ass cheeks. He stopped zapping her when she stopped pulling on the chains and just grunted and flinched when he shocked her. Frank removed her gag letting her take deep breaths. He removed her blindfold making her blink rapidly to re-accustom to the light. She looked up at him standing over her. She giggled at the limp cock hanging loosely between his legs. Is Mr Dickey tired? He laughed and said No Mr Dickey is drained. He lowered her ankles to hip level, released her wrist lifting her head up supporting her shoulders as he lowered her ankles to the floor. He stood her up to release her ankles from the chains. She is so weak her legs will not support her Frank draped her stomach and breast over his shoulders and back as he freed her ankles. Picking her up in his arms legs draped over his left arm with his right around her upper back letting her head rest on his chest and shoulder. He softly laughed and ask. Do you want me to tie you to the bondage table and abuse you more. Sandra weakly giggle and said I would love that but I have to say “Mercy” . He lovingly carried her from the basement to his bedroom gently laying her on the bed. She softly moaned as her head settled on the pillow. He gently stroked her smooth hair and she quickly slipped into a restful sleep. Frank let her sleep for a couple hours before starting dinner. The smell of pasta woke her and her stomach rumpled with hunger. She slowly moved to the shower adjusting the water and relieving her bladder before stepping under the shower spray letting the hard hot water spray caress her sore muscles until they stopped screaming with pain. They quietly ate the pasta with ice tea. All during the meal she kept snickering every few minutes. Finally he ask. What are you thinking that is so funny, baby girl. Sandra smiled a sweet beautiful smile at him. I was thinking about all the wonderful things I have experienced at your skillful hands and what a wonderful, strong, intelligent, sexy, kinky perfect man you are. He laughed. There you go inflating my ego again. What is it you want? You know flattery is suppose to get you anything. So bring it on beautiful lady. They both laughed. He ask. Where are you sleeping tonight. She looked at him surprised at the question. I hoped to sleep in your bed again. If you sleep with me you will have to sleep as your mother does. Master how is that? He grinned. The same way you slept last night. OOOH ….... I like that. No problem. Your slave happily obeys, Master. She slept with wrist tied to the top of the bed, blindfolded and his cock buried deep in her ass with his arm draped over her tits. He woke early Monday morning slowly pulling his semi-hard cock from her ass. She moaned and wiggled her ass but did not wake. He just got out of the shower into the bedroom to dress for work when his cell phone vibrated. Good morning my sweet little slave wife. Good morning Master. Miss me? Terribly when your daughter was not keeping me totally occupied. He laughed. How did she take all of it? Good I think but you will have to ask he. She is sleeping now. Janis giggle that is no surprise after a weekend with a horny stud like you. Oh by the way sweetie. I showed her the play room but forgot to tell her not to tell the other girls what is behind the locked door. No worries Master I will give her the message. Ok .. sweetie she will be in our bed when you get here in an hour or two right. Yes no more than two hours. Are you sure she will be in our bed. He chuckled absolutely sure. Janis snickered. I assume she experienced my sleeping position. He grinned you will have to figure that out for yourself. Have to run sweetie or I will be late for work. Bye Master. I love and adore you. Approximately an hour and a half after the call Janis and the two younger daughters arrived home. They carried their bags in with the girls going to their room and Janis to hers. Sandra woke when she heard movement in the bedroom. She is still tied and blindfolded minus his cock in her ass but snug under the covers. Master, untie me and I will fix breakfast while you shower. Master has already left for work baby. MOM? She yelled pulling on the wrist rope. Janis laughed. So I caught you in my husband's bed while I was away. Sandra tensed. But mom you said it was alright!. Janis could not prevent a loud belly laugh. Of course it is fine. She sat on the edge of the bed removing Sandra's blindfold. Sandra blinked to focus on her mother's smiling face and smiled at her. Oh! I can see a glow in someone's eyes that tells me I will have competition in my own home. Mom as much as I would like to say yes. I would never do anything to jeopardize the relationship you and Dad have. Janis grinned. That is a change from this last weekend. What do you mean Mom? It's Dad now not Frank. Sorry, Mom but I do have a deeper love for my Dad and your husband now. I never thought I would ever love any man as much as I love Dad. I will do anything for him or take anything from him for his pleasure as long it does not hurt you Mom. Janis untied her wrist and pulled her close for a deep loving hug. Baby, I am not worried in the least. He his my man and my Master and I feel the same as you when it comes to my love for him. I am very happy that you feel the way you do. I do not care what he does if it pleases him because I know I will be loved, cared for and protected by him and I will never do anything to hurt him. Mom, has Dad ever cheated on you? Baby you have to understand your Dad, my husband and Master, does what he pleases without question or jealousy from me as his loving slave. He is the Master of this family and our home. His decisions are our law to obey. But to answer your question. No he has never as you say cheated on me. You are the only woman he has had sex with since we met many years ago and he would never had agreed to with you if he thought it would hurt me. You were given the opportunity to experience the beauty of a very caring skillful sex partner because of the love he and I both have for you and the other girls. Thank you very much Mom. It was an exceptionally fantastic experience that I will hold dear the rest of my life. You don't know how happy that makes me to hear you say that even though I already knew from the glow in your face and actions. Mom you are right about the pain increasing the intensity of the pleasure. I think I might be a pain slut. Baby if you are a pain slut just embrace it and enjoy it but only with someone you totally trust not to go to far injuring you. I know mom but at this time there is only one man I know that I trust enough to give me pain and pleasure. Janis laughed I bet I know who that is. I bet he will help you if you ask him nicely when you are in dire need. What about you mom? I would never object if it pleases my Master and my sweet daughter. Mom I never want to leave here. Janis squealed. Oh! Baby the family that loves together stays together. Janis went into the kitchen where Diann and Angela were making bacon, eggs and pancakes for breakfast. Diann looked at her mom. Is Sandra alright, Mom? Janis grinned. You should ask her that question. Sandra showered, dressed and joined the others in the kitchen where she had a breakfast plate waiting for her. Diann and Angela watched her enter the kitchen with a big happy smile and a bounce in her step. They looked at each other and laughed. Angela said. Now we have two happy women in the home. They all sat down for breakfast and Sandra was bombarded with questions about her weekend with Daddy Frank. She told them how much fun it all was not giving them all the details. The one thing she told them quietly. I will tell you this sisters when he tells you he is going to make you orgasm until you beg for mercy. You better believe him because he has more ways to make you cum than you could ever dream of. I will tell you a little secret about the locked door. Sandra! Yes mom. That is a subject we are not allowed to talk about except those that know about it first. Sorry Mom. I did not know. That is alright you were not told. This only piqued the two younger sisters' curiosity about the room behind the locked door. Poor Sandra is in store for lots of pressure from her sisters to tell them what is behind the locked door. The remainder of the day passed slowly with all the girls waiting impatiently to see Daddy Frank. Especially Janis. She missed him so badly over the weekend. She felt like an hour away from him was more like a weekend. Diann ask many questions about what Frank did to her. When Sandra told her about her punishment she noticed Diann breathing harder and rubbing the front of her short skirt over her thighs. Sandra ask. The punishment part turns you on doesn't it Diann? Diann blushed but did not answer. It's alright sis. The thought of the punishment scared me at first but the pain turned to pleasure at the hands of Dad. Just remember to trust him not to hurt you more than you can handle and he will never injure you in any way. I do know now without a doubt he loves all of us very deeply. In fact the only reason he has agreed to do with us what he did to me this weekend is because he knows we all need it. He does it because of his love for each of us. He does not want to deprive any of us something he knows we will do eventually and maybe get hurt bad by someone that does not have the unique skills he has. Sandra, when do you think he will do me. I can't wait long. Little sis, he will do you when he thinks you are ready and it does not interfere with Mom's time with him. You will be wise to be patient and wait till he tells you it is time. When he thinks you are ready he will tell Mom and she will make arrangements just like she did for me for you to be alone for a weekend with Dad. Why all of a sudden are you calling him Dad and not Frank. Sandra smiled. You will to after a weekend with him. I will leave it at that. About an hour before Frank is due home Janis goes to her bedroom and locks the door. She spent extra time in the shower and shaving the hair from her pussy, legs and arms. Once she finished she took her time putting on light make up. Frank does not like heavy make up. She put his favorite perfume lightly in all the intimate parts of her body. Her pussy is wet thinking about her time with the man she loved so deeply. She laid out the ropes, ball gag, blindfold, riding crop, flogger, cane and a paddle. About thirty minutes and her love will be home. She hopes he is as horny as she but did not expect him to be after the weekend he had using Sandra. She smiled at that thought. She knows he is always ready to use her for his pleasure which gives her as much pleasure as he gets. She knocks lightly on Sandra's door hoping the other girls are in their room or the den watching tv. Sandra heard the knock on her door. Come in. Janis stepped inside the door. Baby I need you to help me please. Sandra looked at her mom wearing her bath robe. Sure Mom, what can I do? Come to my room please. Sandra followed her Mom across the hall to her room. Stepping inside Sandra noticed the bondage equipment laid out. She giggled. Is my Mom horny for the man of her life. She watched as her mom removed her robe standing naked beside the bed. What do you want me to do Mom. I want you to get me ready for your Dad, please. She stacked two fluffy pillows in the center of the bed and lay face down over them under her lower abdomen. She stretched her arms and legs wide toward each corner of the bed. I am sure you are familiar with this position Baby. Tie me just like he did you this weekend. How do you know he did that to me mom? Janis giggled. It is one of his favorite positions to use me. Sandra started with her wrist stretching her arms tight before tying them to the head post of the bed. She then tied each of her mom's ankles to the bottom corner posts after pulling her legs wide and straight. She smiled when she noticed her mom's pussy clean shaven and glistening with love juice. She thought yes mom your are wet and ready for our lover. After putting the blindfold on her plunging her into total darkness she is about to push the large ball gag in her small mouth. Janis pulled back. Tell your Dad I need to talk to him when he gets home please. Yes mom. I will meet him at the door and tell him right away. She secured the ball gag rendering her Mom speechless and patted her mom on the ass. Have fun Mom. I envy you very much and left the room closing the door behind her. Sandra waited in the den with Diann and Angela for Frank to get home. About fifteen minutes time has past since she tied her mom to the bed. She heard Frank's car pull into the drive way. He walked in the door into the arms of the two young ladies excited to see him. They both hugged and kissed him saying welcome home Daddy Frank. Sandra waited until the two excited younger sisters moved back to the den. Stepping in wrapping her arms around his neck pressing her body against his and kissed him on the lips with a lover's kiss. She leaned back still holding her arms around his neck. Welcome home Dad. Mom needs to talk to you in the bedroom asap. Alright baby girl. She released him and he went straight to his room. Entering the bedroom he froze seeing his wife/slave tied spread eagle face down, ass propped up, pussy wet, stretched open, gagged and blindfolded. He closed and locked the door behind him as his cock instantly went from limp to full blown hard on trying to tear though his pants. He approached the naked lady prepared for him like a sacrifice on an alter for his pleasure. He touched her hair leaning down to kiss her ear and neck sending bolts of pleasure through her body landing in the middle of her cunt. She moaned trying to move into his lips and hand. Her pussy lips twitched leaking more juice onto the pillow under her. Frank slowly moved his hands, lips and tongue down her back to her ass crack and ran his hard tongue through her ass crack and pussy working on her clit. When he shoved two fingers in her sweet smelling cunt and sucked her hard little clit between his teeth licking it with his tongue while his fingers attack her G-spot she screamed into the gag and bucked on her restraints. Her pussy gushed girly cum onto the pillow under her. He kept finger fucking her and sucking her clit until she had a second orgasm then moved away from her. She shook from neck to feet as the orgasm punished her body and mind. He waited until she settled down and slammed the flogger across her upper back. Orgasm without permission is against my rules. You know that and you did it twice. The pain in her back shot through her shoulders making her scream and thrash against the ropes. He kept her thrashing and screaming with four more strokes with the flogger striping her back from her shoulders to the top of her ass. After the fifth stroke across her back he moved on his knees between her wide spread thighs ramming his hard cock balls deep in her cunt banging into her cervix. She screamed with the sudden intrusion of pleasure in her hot wet pussy. He fucked her hard, fast and deep like he was trying to tear her apart. She humped onto his cock trying to control the incredible orgasm banging on the door to be release. Master, may I please cum. Please may this unworthy slave cum for you Master, Pleeease. Yes bitch you may cum and I am going to keep you cumming until you pass out to teach you to ask permission. She screamed releasing the body wracking orgasm as he kept brutally fucking her pussy. He felt his approaching orgasm and pulled out. Reaching for the Hitachi getting it ready. Just as she was about to finish the orgasm slamming her body he pressed the Hitachi buzzing on high mashing her hard clit. She tried to jump and screamed as the devilish Hitachi tortured her clit. She feels another orgasm kicking at the door of release when he rammed two cum lubed fingers in her ass forcing her to open the orgasm door in her cunt. She orgasm so hard she could not breath. She sucked in a lung full of air just before almost blacking out. He moved off the bed getting the zapper. He moved back in position as she started to settle down from the last orgasm. Before she could completely recover he pressed the Hitachi back on her sensitive clit. She screamed and tried to wiggle away from the monster on her clit as she is slammed with another huge orgasm. He grabs her waist and rams his hard cock deep in her ass and fucked her hard while holding the Hitachi on her clit and zapping her ass cheeks with each inward thrust of his cock in her ass. She held one continues scream as the pain of the zapper, his cock ripping her a new ass hole and the devilish Hitachi forced her to keep screaming and thrashing as the orgasm slammed continuously through her body flooding the bed with her cum. Frank could not control his orgasm any longer and rammed deep in her ass and release a copious amount of cum deep in her ass. The combination of being tied up, gagged, blindfolded, clit vibrating, cock dumping cum in her ass and the zapper shooting electric shocks into her ass cheeks increased the power of the orgasm gripping her body and mind. The power of the orgasm lasting so hard and long shut the air to her lungs off. Her eyes rolled back and she passed out cold and her body went limp and unconsciously jerked violently. Frank realizing she is unconscious quickly move to her head and removed the ball gag allowing her to gasp huge amounts of air into her lungs and she slowly regained consciousness. As she regained body control he untied her wrists and ankles. Then removed the blindfold. She scooted close to him sitting on the edge of the bed. Are you alright my little bitch? She lay her head on his leg and smiled up at him. Yes I will be alright but I promise I will never ever orgasm without your permission again. OMG …. you have never made me cum so hard and long before. I can honestly say that an orgasm can be very painful even though extremely pleasurable at the same time. Thank you very much Master. Welcome home sweetie. Sandra had listened to her parents until she could hear nothing. She went to the kitchen and with the help of her two younger sisters put dinner on the table. She knocked lightly on her parents door. Janis pulled the top cover over her naked used body and Frank slipped on a bath robe to open the door. She smiled at her Dad and Mom. Dinner is served Master. Thank you, baby girl. Master would you like me to bring you and mom a plate? Yes, that will be very nice. Thank you Master. I will be back in a minute. Sandra brought dinner to their room and gave each of them a kiss and closed the door as she left. Mom and Dad stayed in their room for the night. After the girls watched tv and talked in the den until later they retired to their room. Diann and Angela lay in bed thinking about all the things Sandra had shared with them and masturbated to very strong wet orgasms. Sandra thought about the weekend with Frank keeping her from sleeping. She tossed and turned getting sexually frustrated. Even rubbing her clit was not near satisfying. She turned on her side, stretched he arms high to her head board. She imagined being tied, blindfolded and Dad's cock deep in her ass. The thought helped but did not allow her to sleep. Sandra got up early quietly fixed breakfast for the family and waited in the kitchen for Frank to appear. Her heart fluttered and her pussy moistened when she heard him coming down the hall. She quickly poured a cup of coffee and stood facing the hall. Frank appeared at the door. She took a deep breath and held the coffee out to him. Surprised Frank took the coffee. You are up early baby girl. She smiled. I could not sleep. Are you all right baby girl? He ask concerned for her. Yes, Dad I am fine. It is just that I missed being tied, blindfolded with your cock in my ass. She giggled. Sorry baby girl but it can't be in two holes at once and your mom comes first. Dad I know and I will never interfere with mom's needs. Baby girl you have a big heart. Dad, I love mom and you so much but I envy what you have. Baby you need to talk to your mom. She will find some way to help you. He finished breakfast, thanked her for a great breakfast and left for work. She went to her mom finding her tied to the bed and blindfolded. Sandra thought. The only thing missing is Dad's cock in her ass and giggled as her pussy twitched. Mom moved moaning as she woke from a pleasant sleep. Sandra sat on the edge of the bed. Janis ask . Master? No mom Master left for work letting you sleep. Want me to leave you alone or untie you? Please untie me baby. She untied her mom and removed the blindfold. As Janis stretched and sat up in the bed. Baby why are you up so early? I could not sleep. Are you alright baby. Yes and no, mom. I have a problem and Dad said I should talk to you about it. What is your problem baby? Mom, I could not sleep because I did not feel safe and secure like I did this weekend. Baby I don't understand. Sandra picked up the blindfold held it up and blushed. Janis smiled. Oh. I see. You're hooked. Right? Mom what do I do Dad can't be in you and me at the same time and I know you need him and you are first. Mom, he said you would have a solution. Baby let me think about it. I am sure we can come up with a solution. OK mom, I will fix breakfast for you. Bed or kitchen, Mom. Janis looked at her. Excuse me? Sandra smiled breakfast in bed or the kitchen. Oh. The kitchen and we can talk. Janis headed to the bathroom to shower and Sandra went to the kitchen. She had mom's breakfast on the table with hot coffee when mom came in. Janis sat down for breakfast and smiled at Sandra. This is a pleasant change. What do you mean mom? Someone fixing breakfast for me instead of me making it for everyone. Mom, you will never need to cook again unless you want to and hugged her mom. I love you too baby. Mom, you are the greatest woman I know and I owe you so much I can never do enough to repay. Baby I am not sure what you are talking about. Mom, we girls have taken you for granted. But you have loved us, sacrificed for us, cooked, cleaned and given us the training we all needed. And now you have unselfishly shared the most important man in your life with me. Mom, it makes me feel bad feeling the envy of you having Dad when I want him so terribly bad. I know that no other man can ever love me and give me what I need so much. I will never do anything to ruin your happiness because I love and owe you so much more. Janis wiped a tear from Sandra's cheek and hugged her. Baby I know what you are feeling about your Dad because my first weekend did the same to me. I knew in those two days with him that I would rather die than be without his touch and still feel that way. You are right about no other man making you happy because there is no other man like him. He just has the knack to know what a woman needs whether she knows it or not. He also has the desire to love and protect those close to him. He has the largest most generous heart of any man I have ever known. Mom, I know. That is what hurts so much. I know I will never find one like him and we can't clone him. They laughed. That is a shame too. The world would be a much better place with more of him in it. They sat in silence for several minutes looking at each other. They never felt closer or more connected in their lives. Janis smiled. You know what your dad told me? No what, mom? He said you are a complete younger version of me and he smiled and kissed me when he said it. He said being with you this weekend was almost like he was with me. REALLY!!! He said that? Oh mom, being compared to you makes me feel so happy and proud. Especially it coming from Dad. The man we both love so much. Janis got serious and said. Baby I think I have a solution to your problem. Really mom? What is it? I will try anything. Mom smiled. I don't want you to rush into anything and what I am about to tell you takes total commitment. I don't understand mom. Janis took her hand and lovingly held it. I know you don't right now but listen carefully then I want you to think about it for a few days before you decide. Sandra gulped. Mom, tell me don't keep me in suspense. Do you have someone in mind that is like dad that might want me? Mom giggled. No nothing like that. Sandra slumped with disappointment. Sandra, you probably don't realize the fact that your Dad is really my Master and I his slave for real. He controls my whole life in every aspect. I am saying that my commitment to your Dad, my husband and Master, is such that I do everything he tells me to do without question or hesitation. Everything, Mom? Yes, everything and anything. For example If he were to walk through that door right now, call the dog in and tell me to fuck the dog in front of you. I would say “Yes, Master” then strip naked and drop to my hands and knees in front of the dog to let him fuck me. The thing is I would enjoy it. Not the dog fucking necessarily but the fact that I would be pleasing my Master. That is what I mean about commitment. My whole purpose in life now is to please my Master. I know that sounds awful to some people but there is a very good side to a Master/slave relationship. First as his slave it is my duty. No it is my desire to serve and please my Master. The advantage to that is having a loving, caring Master like your Dad. He loves me very deeply and would never hurt me physically or mentally and he will never do anything to break my delicate heart. He is committed to loving me, caring for me, providing for me and protecting me. As his wife and slave I feel happier and protected more than any other time in my life. Does that help you understand? Yes, Mom. I do understand. You would die for Dad and he for you. That is what I want to find. I would gladly serve and please a man as my Master if he were exactly like Dad. Unfortunately there is no clone of my Dad. Janis laughed. You are right about that. Now I am going to tell you something that might surprise you. In the Master/slave life style there are men or Masters in this case that have multiple slaves that he loves almost equally. In most cases he has a primary slave that he puts first and she makes sure that she and the other slaves serve and please their Master. But mom they can't do that. It is against the law for a man to marry multiple women. Baby I am not talking about marriage even though they live as wives to the same man. His slaves perform all duties of a wife. What I want you to think about and I think could be the perfect solution to your problem. Is becoming a second slave for your Dad. Sandra's mouth flew open and her eyes got wide. Mom, are you serious? Yes if you think you can totally submit your life to him as I do. We would be sister slaves serving the same Master. That is what I want you to think about. Understand though serving him means pleasure and pain. Mom I understand about the pain and pleasure from last weekend. Janis smiled No baby I mean pain for punishment. He gave you a sample of the play room in the basement but what you do not understand that room is also used for punishment for something I do that displeases him. That room is sound proof so the neighbors can't hear my screams of pain when he punishes me. Mom why do you let him do something like that. You left my real dad because he beat and abused you. I accept his punishment gladly because I deserve it and even need it for having done something to disappoint my Master. You said I left your real dad because he beat and abused me. That is true because that is all it was abuse not something I deserved or needed. Baby do you remember the few times that Frank spanked you for doing something wrong? Yes, Mom I do. Janis looked into her eyes. What did he always do after he spanked you? Sandra replied. He always held me in his lap telling me he punished me because he loves me and made me feel happy that he loved me so much. Baby that is what is called after care. No good Dom or Master punishes his sub or slave without making her feel loved and forgiven after the punishment. It is the same way when he punishes me in the basement. Yes, he hurts me making me scream and cry from the pain but he never let's me leave the play room feeling just punished. He always holds me, talks softly to me reaffirming that he punished me to teach me because he loves me so much. Most of the time he fucks my brains out making me forget the pain totally. The one thing that I admire the most about him is that he never punishes me if he is angry. Mom, I have never seen Dad real angry. Janis smiled. You never want him truly angry at you. I have witnessed his anger only once. His anger was directed at a man that upset me pretty bad. Your Dad beat the poor fellow so bad he spent a week in the hospital. I was afraid your Dad would end up in jail for that. But after we explained to the police what happened they shook your dad's hand and told him good job man letting him leave. Enough talk for now. You go to your room and think about what we talked about. If you decide being a slave to one Master is what you want let me know and we will talk to your dad. Take your time. A commitment is not to be taken lightly. It's serious unlike a marriage. As a slave you can't just get out unless your master agrees to release you. A marriage you can just get a divorce and go your own way. In a master/slave agreement if at any point you think you have found a new master for you. He will be trained and evaluated by our Master for your protection and safety. If he decides the new man is right for you he will agree to release you. If not there is nothing you can do but accept and obey his decision without question. Sandra went to her room with a lot to consider before making a decision. After hours of worry and weighing the pros and cons of a Master/ slave agreement. Sandra came to the realization that her mom has given her an unselfish invitation to be as happy and loved as her mom is. She thought what is there to think about. I love Dad so much I would die for him and I do not want to pass up the chance for total happiness. It actually makes my heart race when I do something that pleases him. She lost track of time. Looking at her watch she realized mom will be in the kitchen fixing dinner. She jumped off the bed and rushed to the kitchen to tell her mom her decision before Dad gets home. Mom, Diann and Angela were working together preparing dinner. Mom smiled. Hey I like all this help I am getting all of a sudden. I think I have you to thank for this Baby. Sandra's younger sisters said together. Hi big Sis with bright smiles. Her love for them showed in the big smile she returned to them. She looked into her mom's eyes. Mom, I have made my decision. Already baby. Yes mam. Can we talk in private? Sure baby. Girls can you finish dinner. Yes mam. We can handle it. Take your time. Sandra led the way to her mom's room closing the door behind them. Mom, I have decided I want to love and serve Dad as my Master. I thought about it and realize pleasing him in even the smallest things puts extreme pleasure in my heart. Baby that is what it is all about. You like me are now a slave to your own heart. That love in your heart for your Dad will make you strive to please him and never disappoint him in the slightest way. We will talk to your Father after the girls go to bed tonight if you are sure you don't need more time to consider what you are about to do. No mom I don't want to live without true happiness and I may never have a chance like this again. Sandra, you must understand it will depend on your Father's decision. If he feels you are not a true slave or that he is not ready to take on the responsibility of making two slaves happy he might say no. Mom, what do you think he will say. Baby that I can't answer. I only know that if he thinks he might not be able to give us both what we need then he will not agree to it. Just remember what ever he decides. It will be because he loves us. Even if he says no he will still love and care for all of us. I know that for sure, Mom. I will love you both no matter what. They went back to the kitchen and helped finish dinner. A few minutes later Frank walked in a house full of love just for him. All his girls met him at the door with hugs and kisses. Angela took his brief case to his room as Diann took his coat to hang it in the hall closet. Frank smiled at his girls. Oh boy. I could get used to all this female attention. What is the special occasion? Janis giggled. You are the special occasion. We all love you so much that you are the special occasion. Unless I am mistaken you should get accustom to this treatment. They all said in unison. WE ALL LOVE YOU DADDY FRANK. Frank's heart almost burst with joy. Thank you girls. I love all of you with all my heart. Janis and Sandra took his hands and led the way to the dinner table with the two younger girls following. Frank saw all his favorite food on the table as he sat at the head of the table. Janis sat to his right as Sandra sat to his left. The family laughed and talked while they enjoyed their family dinner. After dinner they watched some tv and played board games. Frank finally said bed time girls. Without any argument from the youngest to the oldest daughter each gave him a kiss saying good night Dad and went to their rooms. Janis smiled at Frank that was beaming with love and pride. How does it feel to be so completely loved by three beautiful girls? He looked at her. Four beautiful women don't you mean? It is over whelming. How can I earn all that love? She said. Earn it? You already have our love Master. Smiling at her. What did I do to deserve all this love all of a sudden. The girls have never shown such strong love before. Janis laughed. The one thing you did was make your oldest daughter realize how much you love her this last weekend and she has passed that on to the younger girls. Quiet a change wouldn't you say? He chuckled. Oh yes quiet a change and I love it. What are you going to do if they ask you to be their Master. What do you mean? Well you know that some Masters have multiple slaves to love and serve them as I do you. Yes, I know that but you are talking about my daughters. They would never want something like that. Really? My love you should prepare for a shock. What do you mean a shock. She smiled. Your oldest daughter has fallen for you the same way I did when you used me on our first weekend. She wants to ask if you will take her as your second slave. WHAT?? Did you explain everything she will be required to do as a slave. Yes, I did and she wants to serve and love you as much as I do. I thought I would give you warning that it is coming. OMG !!! I never thought that would happen. Whoa!! back up!!! I could never accept that for fear it would hurt you if I even considered it. She moved to him sat on his lap, smiled, hugged and kissed him. Thank you Master for loving me so much. He looked in her eyes and said with a smile you are very welcome. You will have to tell her it can't happen. She kissed him and said. What if I tell you that I would love to have our oldest daughter for a sister slave? His mouth flew open and he is speechless for a moment in shock of this knowledge. Wait a minute. You approve of our daughter serving as my slave along with you? Yes I do. In fact the idea makes me very happy. Hugging her he said. You need to realize as her Master all her needs will be my responsibility even sexual. Are you alright with that. Master I know you can handle it. He grinned I have no doubt I can handle it. Fucking her is almost like fucking you. She laughed. I'm glad you said almost or I might have gotten jealous. What I am saying my sweet little bitch. You will miss out at times when I use her to keep her happy. She said. If you will agree to let her join me as your slaves she and I can work out a schedule that will work for us for your approval. Master I know you are extremely considerate when it comes to your friends and family. Especially me and the girls. But you are a man and I think it would please you very much to have two hot women as your sex slaves. Admit it. Every man wishes he could be in Frank's place. His eyes flew wide open. No. No. nobody will ever know about this if we do it. She laughed. I just mean that it is every man's dream. He relaxed. OK. If you really want this I will agree but at first it will be a temporary trial. If it does not work for any one of us it stops. Understand? She squealed happily, hugged and kissed him passionately. Thank you Thank you …...MASTER. He chuckled at her excitement. You can tell her we agree to try it. She looked at him. You want to make her happy don't you. Of course I do. Then I think she would like to hear it from you. May I suggest you tell her tonight when you tuck her in. He smiled. Tuck her in? She giggled. Wait her Master. She ran to their bedroom. When she came back to the den she held out a rope, blindfold, butt plug and lube. He took it from her as she offered it to him. That horny are you? He laughed. She smiled at him. Actually Master these are for your new slave. She can't sleep without it since you introduced her to our unique way of sleeping together. He looked at her. Are you serious? She replied it does not surprise me. What did you think would happen. Now you should realize the effect you have on women that you use. They laughed together. Frank and Janis headed to the bedroom. As they approached the door she looked back at him and nodded toward Sandra's bedroom. I will be ready for you Master. He opened Sandra's door walked in closing it behind him. She lay in her bed naked rubbing her clit while looking at the ceiling. Suddenly realizing he was in her room she pulled her hand away from her pussy. She looked at him wondering why he came into her room without knocking as he never had done that before. Hi Dad. She smiled when she saw what he had in his hands. I thought I would tuck you in baby girl. She smiled Really? Yes really. Hold your hands out. She pushed the covers off her breast as she raised her wrist together for him. He quickly tied her wrist together raising them tying her wrist to the head board. He buckled the leather blindfold over her eyes plunging her into total darkness. She moaned and smiled big feeling her pussy leak moisture. He notice the moisture from her pussy on her fingers when he tied her. I see that my new slave is thinking about her Master. She blushed at his knowledge of her arousal. Sandra moaned with anticipation as she felt him pull the covers from her naked body. She felt his hands under her hip and upper leg and rolled on her stomach spreading her legs wide when she felt him apply pressure to roll her. He smiled. Such an eager accommodating little slave. He spanked her butt making her grunt and moan trying to keep from screaming letting her sisters hear her. He stopped spanking her when her ass cheeks turned red and burned with his hand prints. He pushed two fingers in her sloppy wet cunt. He used his thumb on her protruding clit as he finger fucked her hitting her G-spot with each stroke. She begged in a low whispered voice. Please Master may I cum? Ooooh. Please Master may I cum? I need to cum so bad. Pleeeease Maaaaaaaaaaaaster. Yes you may cum for me slut. She could not keep from screaming loud when the orgasm slammed through her. He quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. He did not let up fingering her making her come longer. She finally stopped screaming. He removed his hand from her mouth and her cunt as her body shook from the orgasm. Using his cum coated fingers he lubed the crack of her ass and rose bud protecting the entrance to her ass hole. She moaned and shook with a mini orgasm at his touch to her ass hole. She relaxed her ass hole when she felt the lubed butt plug pressing inside her. She grunted when the expansion of the plug pop inside her opening. She smiled and thought. The plug feels very similar to Master's cock. He smacked her lightly on the ass as he rolled her on her side making her yelp and giggle. He pulled the covers over her naked body, kissed her on the cheek and told her. sleep tight my new slave. He closed the door behind him going to his horny wife. Janis lay on the bed naked, pussy twitching and leaking. She smiled as he approached. She must have been super happy when you told her that she is your new slave. Actually no she screamed when she orgasmed. She smiled. OH did Master grace his new slave with his wonderful cock and cum. He smiled. No I saved that for my number one slave. She had an orgasm when I finger fucked her. She giggled. More than one way to force a slave to cum uhh. He grinned. Actually I am not even sure she realized I told her she is my new slave. Sandra lay content about to drift into deep sleep when she suddenly rolled onto her back pushing the butt plug deep in her ass. She grunted and said to her self. Did he say new slave? Mom must have told him what I decided and ask him to accept me as his second slave. She kicked her legs and screamed with joy. Frank is about to tie Janis when they heard the scream from across the hall. He rushed to his door to cross the hall as Janis wrap a robe around her naked body following him. He enter Sandra's room as Janis ran into the hall. She saw the two younger girls coming out of their room to investigate. Girls go back to your room. They froze looking at their mom with bewilderment. We will let you know what is wrong. Go! They returned to their room and waited. Frank ran to the screaming, kicking, crying girl. Grabbing her tits to hold her and calm her down. She stopped kicking and screaming when she felt his hands on her tits. What is wrong baby girl? Are you alright. She laughed. Alright? I am great. You called me your new slave, Master. Is it true? Please tell me that I am now your second slave. He squeezed her tits. Yes slut you are my new slave on a trial bases for now. She yelled. Yeessssss! Master you just made me the second happiest woman alive. Thank you! Thank you!! Master. Janis stood inside the door giggling with happiness for her daughter. Sandra said. Master. Yes slut what is it. Would you please kiss me? He looked at Janis beaming with joy and smiled at her. When he leaned down pressing his lips to hers she moaned and came alive trying to devour him. She convulsed with a hard orgasm as they tongue kissed. He broke the kiss. Good night slave. Her body continued to shake with the orgasm. Thank you Master. Janis smiled and nodded toward her daughter. You just made her orgasm, Master. He looked back as she started to settle down with a long sigh. She just had an orgasm from a kiss. As they entered the hall Janis said. That should show you with out doubt how much we love you.. He smiled. Have you ever had and orgasm from me kissing you? She smiled. Several times. Small ones but I did not have the added stimulation of being accepted as the slave to a man I love with all my heart like she just did. He shuddered. I hope I can live up to all you ladies love. Master, all you need to do is keep loving us like you do now. Suddenly Janis rushed to the younger girls room. They were sitting on their beds when she entered the room. The girls were smiling like Cheshire cats. Girls Sandra is alright. She just had a very happy dream. Diann giggled. About Dad. Right? Janis laughed. Could be. Mom? Yes Diann. When will Dad teach me? I am so excited and horny if he does not take me soon I will explode. I can't keep dry panties now. Janis laughed. Patience you horny little cunt. He will let me know when he thinks you are ready. Are you sure you want to go through a weekend like Sandra did? Diann smiled. And you did? Mom, I am your daughter just like Sandra a chip off the old block like her. I am going crazy with the anticipation and waiting for the right time for me. Janis turned to leave the room. I raised a brood of nymphos. Janis walked into her bedroom laughing where Frank lay naked on the bed. What's so funny. She smiled. We have three very horny little sluts. What do you mean. She dropped her robe on the end of the bed, stood naked in front of him as he sat up on the side of the bed, handing him a rope and nipple clamps from the night stand She turn her back to him and crossed her wrist behind her. Please Master fuck my brains out. He tied her wrist tight making her moan. He turned her to face him and clamped her nipples forcing her to squeal and knees go weak from the pain and pleasure shooting through her body. He shoved his hand between her legs cupping her hot wet cunt. She groaned and squatted on his hand holding back the orgasm slamming at the door of release. He released her pussy looking up at her face glowing with lust. You forgot the ball gag, bitch. With your permission Master I need my mouth free for now as she dropped to her knees between his legs. She looked into his eyes with a pleading look and opened her mouth wide. He smiled. Permission granted. She leaned forward and slammed her mouth down his rock hard eight inch cock driving it deep in her throat making her gag slightly. Her throat accepted his cock and she started pumping fast up and down his cock sucking and licking every inch of his delicious cock. Her head was pumping up and down his cock alternating from slow easy strokes and hard fast strokes. He felt the orgasm starting from his balls into his shaft. He slowly pulled her head up his cock as she licked the pre-cum from it. His cock head popped out of her tight sucking lips. She tried to go back down on it but the grip in her hair prevented her from getting it back in her mouth. She moaned with disappointment. He laughed as he put the blindfold and gag on her. His cock was throbbing needing to cum hard. He picked her up with her cunt dripping love juice and threw her onto the bed forcing her to grunt and moan behind the gag. He climbed on the bed, rolled her on her stomach, lifted her ass into the air dropping her to her knees. He spread her legs and rammed his big cock balls deep in her cunt. Ooooh she grunted pushing her ass into his belly driving his cock deeper. Frank grunted and thought. She is going to force me to knot her with my balls if she keeps that up. He fucked her hard, fast and deep. She grunted with each stroke then started begging. Please Master may I cum please. Pleeease Master may I cum? Don't know how long I can hold it. Pleeeeeease !!!!. Go ahead cum for me. He slowed his fucking in her cunt not wanting to cum yet. She screamed into the gag, bucked on his cock and squirted cum all over him and the bed. He drove deep in her cunt and whipped her back and shoulders while he pressed his cock throbbing in her wet hot cunt. The pain from the beating with the belt and his fucking her the orgasm held on for a long time. As she started to settle down He pulled his cum covered cock from her pussy and pushed it slowly balls deep in her ass. She moaned and hunched on his cock until he rammed deep in her ass and dumped his full load of cum in her bowels He untied her and removed the gag. She said. Thank you master that was incredible as usual and I needed it very much. So did I, my little bitch. She groaned with pain when he took the clamps off her nipples. Master have you thought about Diann? She is going crazy with anticipation and having to wait. She is ready I think. He grinned. She horny is she? She said. Perpetual wet pussy. He chuckled. Make plans for weekend after next. Yes Master we will be gone for another weekend visiting my mother. Are the girls on the pill? He asked. She replied. I know Sandra and Diann are because I helped them get on the pill when they turned eighteen. That's good. Angela has a couple years before she is ready. Janis said. I think I am going to put her on the pill now. She is very mature for her age and with all the open sex in this house I know she masturbates almost daily. I think just to be safe because if she can't get it at home she just might make a mistake and give in to one of her male class mates. Frank frowned. I don't think she would slut around. She is a good kid. Janis looked at him. No she will not spread her legs freely but with the right persuasion and with her so horny because of you and me plus now you and Sandra and add Diann to that mix. She will be hearing how great it is with you from Sandra and Diann she will have a very strong need to see what sex is like. What can we do. We don't want her having a bad experience. It might ruin a beautiful thing for her. Janis shrugged her shoulders. Well the way I see it compare it to drinking. We would rather her drink in front of us rather than take a chance of drinking and getting in trouble away from home. He looked at her quietly for a minute. So what you are saying. You think I should introduce my under age daughter to the world of sex. I am sure she is still a virgin. Master, you are right. Angela is a virgin and I have a news flash for you. Diann is still a virgin too. What?!! She giggled. Can I help it if we raised our daughters to be good girls. You will be surprised to know that Sandra did not lose her virginity until after she turned twenty only a few months ago. WOW. How old were you when you lost your cherry? She laughed. I gave up my cherry at eighteen and married the boy I gave it to the same year. Are you telling me you had fucked only one man before me. Well I can't say that. It was more like he fucked me not me fucking him. When I told you that I did not know how good sex could be until I met you. I was not lying. I had three kids but never had an orgasm until you forced me to orgasm the first time. I thought you would fuck me, roll off and go to sleep like my ex always did. That is all I knew about sex until you taught me how to actually enjoy it. Oh sweetie I am sorry you missed out on so many years of sexual pleasure. She smiled. That is why am such a nympho now. I am trying to make up for lost time. The remainder of the week passed with all happy in the home. Janis and Sandra now share all wifely duties equally having worked out a schedule for each of them to enjoy being used by their Master. Diann is anxiously waiting her turn with Dad for a weekend to experience the pain and pleasure he will so skillfully show her. She wears a light pad in her panties now to control the moisture seemingly discharging from her horny little pussy all the time. Saturday morning Frank is sitting at the breakfast table reading the paper while sipping coffee after finishing breakfast. Diann, Angela, and Sandra are helping Janis clean the kitchen . Janis ask Sandra if she will put the trash out. Sandra glared at her. Diann can do it. Frank dropped the paper in his lap. Everyone froze at Sandra's outburst. Frank took a deep breath. Sandra come here. At the firm angry sound of Frank's voice Sandra quickly turned to face him. I am so very sorry, Master it will never happen again. I promise, as she moved to kneel in front of him, legs spread, hands behind her back and head bowed. Frank stared down at her for several minutes as the others watched wondering what he is going to do to punish her as they all knew she had broken the rule, obey without question or hesitation any command from him or Mom. He grabbed a hand full of her hair jerking her head back forcing her to look into his eyes. The angry look in his eyes made Sandra tremble knowing she will be punished. He ask. Do you know what you just did. She replied. Yes, Master. What else do you know? I will suffer punishment for displeasing my Master. Do you think you should be punished? Yes, Master. I deserve to be punished any way Master deems justified. He released her hair letting her head drop facing the floor. She sobbed from the ache in her heart for disappointing the man she loves so deeply. The feeling in her heart is enough punishment for her disobedience but she knows her Master must be satisfied to know after he punishes her she will never break the same rule again. He stood. Follow me Sandra. She started to stand. No you will crawl. If you act like a bitch you will be treated like a bitch. She cried as she crawled behind him to the locked door. Opening the door and turning the basement light on. He told her to crawl to the center of the room, strip, and wait for him with her hands behind her back, forehead pressed to the floor, on her knees, with her legs spread. Tears flowed from her eyes and her chest heaved as she did as he commanded her. Once in the position Sandra felt the heat and juices coating her pussy but could not stop crying from the ache in her heart at making her Master angry with her. As Frank walked through the kitchen on the way to the den he saw that the girls had not moved. Janis bring me a fresh cup of coffee. Yes, Master. She quickly poured a fresh cup of coffee and followed him to the den. She sat the coffee on the stand next to his chair as he sat. He looked with a sad expression at Janis as she knelt in front of him. This is the part of being the Master that I do not like or enjoy. Yes Master. I know how it makes you feel but we need your guidance as much as your love. I know from experience her heart is in pain for disappointing you as her loving Master. He said. I know but it does not make it any easier to do what I know I must do. I can't let her get away with breaking our rules. Master we both know that and love you for it. She will take her punishment like the good little slave she is and love you deeper than she does now. She knows you do what you must out love for her just as I know when you have to punish me. Thank you for reassuring me that I am right to punish her. Now, Janis, take the girls shopping. Yes Master. She went back to the kitchen, smiled at the girls who had not moved from their place. Girls get ready we are going shopping. Diann and Angela looked at Mom. What is he going to do to her, Mom. He will punish her for being a brat. You will understand one of these days. Now go get ready for our shopping trip. IF YOU ARE NOT BORED WITH THE STORY TO THIS POINT CHAPTER 5 IS BEING WRITTEN NOW. Please vote and leave comments. I write these stories for your entertainment and like to know if I should cease or continue.

Step Daughters' Desire 10 Frank's internal alarm woke him early morning. He woke with a smile having a beautiful girl tied, blindfolded and butt plugged snuggled close behind him and a beautiful young German slave girl tied, blindfolded with his cock buried in her cum filled ass. Feeling a little feisty this morning he decided to wake them roughly. He jerked his cock from Elise's ass making her squeal and try to raise up as she became wide awake. When she realized what just happened she giggled and said. “Master, you are mean. I was expecting to wake up with your hard cock fucking my ass.” He laughed with the results of his action. Angela awakened by the sudden movement and Elise's squeal giggled. “Is Master feeling ornery playful this morning?” He laughed as he untied them and removed their blindfolds. He removed the plug from Angela's ass and stood beside the bed pulling Angela to the edge ass sticking out, raised her legs spread wide. He told her to hold that position. She quickly grabbed the bend of her knees and pulled back keeping her legs up and wide opening her pussy and ass for his use. “ Elise join your sister.” She quickly slid her ass to the edge of the bed and copied Angela's position. He has two beautiful slave girls offering their sex holes to him willing even anxious to get fucked with his big hard cock. He slowly pushed his cock deep in Elise's gaping ass hole making her moan and push on his cock as her ass canal squeezed and released his cock trying to milk his cum. He fucked her ass hard and fast with long strokes until he felt her about to orgasm and pulled out making her moan with disappointment. She screamed and gushed cum when he rammed in her cunt balls deep. He fucked her hard, fast and deep as she shook and moaned with a hard powerful orgasm. Angela watched as her sister slave got fucked to a very pleasurable orgasm making her own body tingle and her pussy leak juices on the bed. Master moved to her and pushed his cum covered cock in her tight little ass. She squealed and relaxed her ass when she felt the head of his big hard cock pop in her little poop chute opening. He pushed balls deep with his slippery cum covered cock and started fucking her hard, fast with long strokes. She moaned, humped and squealed as her own orgasm rushed to her pussy. He felt her about to cum, pulled out of her ass and slammed his cock balls deep in her cunt triggering her orgasm. She screamed, slammed her pussy onto his cock and gushed cum over it. He fucked her prolonging the orgasm shaking her whole body. She shook her head side to side moaning until her orgasm started to weaken. He pulled his hard throbbing cock from her cunt and said. “Turn ladies.” They quickly turned letting their heads hang backwards over the edge of the bed and opened their mouths wide for his cum soaked hard cock. He steadily pushed his cock into and down Elise's throat fucking her as she sucked and licked his cock tasting the mixture of hers and Angela's cum. She moaned and his cock erupted cum into her stomach. After three shots of cum in her he pulled out pinching his cock to hold the remainder of his cum and pushed deep into Angela's throat fucked her shooting the remainder of his orgasmic cum deep in her stomach. He pulled out and she moaned and thanked him. He told them to shower and go help with breakfast. They giggled and said. Yes Master and thank you for your love and cum.” He chuckled and went to his shower. They waited until he stood under the hot relaxing water as it ran over his head down his body. They stepped into the shower and started soaping and gently washing his body Angela in front and Elise in back. He smiled and moaned as their soft little hands caressed his body. “ I thought I told you ladies to shower.” Angela smiled and said.”You did not say which shower, Master.” He chuckled. “ OK finish me and then you two finish each other. I like my slaves clean.” He stepped from the shower clean, happy with another hard on. He dressed and went to the kitchen to check if the other ladies were up yet. Janis, Diann, Monique, Sandra and Kim Li were about to start breakfast as he walked in. Janis was bent over getting something under the cabinet. He saw her slick winking cunt and said. “ Janis stay.” She giggled seeing him unzipping his pants and spread her legs. He pushed his cock deep in her pussy and fucked her to orgasm and started pulling out. Monique dropped to her knees beside him, hands behind her back with wide open mouth as she looked up at him with wide pleading eyes. “ Do you want to clean Master's cock.” She smiled “Yes please, Master.” He pushed the cum covered cock in her mouth and she sucked, licked his cock clean taking it deep in her throat and held it with his balls pressing on her chin. He is about to cum and pulled from her sweet talented mouth and she sat back on her heels looking up at him as she licked her lips. “Is master pleased.” “Yes, Monique. Very pleased.” He forced his still hard cock in his pants and went to the dining room telling Janis she can resume breakfast. She got what she needed from under the cabinet as her cum leaked down her thighs. Angela and Elise entered the kitchen and saw the other ladies smiling as they worked. Angela ask if they missed anything? They giggled and told them he had fucked Janis to orgasm and fucked Monique's throat before leaving them. Elise said. “ Wow he already fucked Angela and me in the ass, and pussy forcing each of us to orgasm then shot cum down both our throats and now Janis and Monique. Damn what a man.” Kim Li giggled and said “Appears it is going to be another day in paradise for seven happy slaves.” Diann said.”I think I smell seven hot dripping pussies in this kitchen.” They all laughed hard at her comment. They all served breakfast. As they sat at the table waiting to begin eating he ask. “Which one of you beauties is my slave for the day?” They all looked at Diann and she said. “I am if it pleases Master.” He smiled. “It pleases me very much. Come here.” She quickly went to him about to kneel when he told her to strip and present her hands behind her back. As she quickly stripped the French maid uniform he told her to keep the stockings and heels. She did as told and turned with her hands to her back. He cuffed her wrist with metal handcuffs and told her to sit. She sat and looked at him wondering if she is being denied breakfast. Her tummy rumbled and he told Monique sitting next to her to feed her. Monique smiled. “My pleasure” as she forked eggs from Diann's plate and began to feed her as Monique ate at the same time. Breakfast finished he told Diann his cock needs a sexy warm mouth. She quickly slid from her chair to the floor under the table and crawled to him on her knees. She could not use her hands so with her tongue and teeth she managed to unzip his cock and get his hard cock out. She opened her saliva coated mouth and slid down on his cock until her nose pressed onto his pelvic and his balls pressed on her chin. She worked up and down his long shaft sucking and licking as she moaned. He did not last long and shot squirt after squirt of his hot cum down her throat on top of her breakfast. She slowly sucked and licked his cock clean as she pulled off his semi-hard cock and knelt at his feet under the table. He crooked is finger and told her to hold it. She opened her mouth taking his cock in and letting it rest on her tongue as he talked to the other girls. He ask Kim Li when the trainer is coming for Rebel. She told him that the trainer is Luke and he has been training Rebel. She said that Rebel has done exceptionally well with his training and his ready to begin the breeding training. He ask Kim Li what women he used for the breeding training. She shyly smiled at him. “He used the three of us with the training of Speedy, Max and Stretch.” His cock is beginning to twitch in Diann's mouth making her moan and her pussy leak more juices. He pulled out of her mouth, stood and told her to come with him. The others started clearing the breakfast table and Kim Li extended her open hand. “You want this Master.” He smiled and took the blue pill and swallowed it. “Kim Li come with us, please.” She obediently followed as he told her to call Luke and let him know he will have a dog slut to help him train Rebel in the play room. She smiled and said “Yes Sir.” He then ask her. “ Kim Li I am sure Luke got very horny while using the three of you to train the other dogs. What did he do about his needs?” She looked at him. “We were told to let him use us for his relief.” He ask. “Were you given a choice?” she told him they had no choice but that Luke was very considerate and pleasured them with his wonderful cock and made them very happy to serve his needs. As they stood at the play room door. Kim Li called Luke and told him there will be a lady in the play room to assist him training Rebel and ask when he would need her. Luke told her he could have Rebel bathed and ready in about two hours. Master told her Diann would be ready. He thanked Kim Li after she told Luke Diann would be ready. She went to the other girls finishing cleaning up from breakfast. Sandra said “So Luke is the dog trainer. Robert said he was The dog whisperer.” Janis giggled at her statement. Diann followed him into the play room and he took the cuffs off put her back against the St. Andrews Cross. Stretching her arms above her up the forks of the cross and buckled leather wrist cuffs on her then spread her legs and buckled leather cuffs holding her ankles and legs wide on the cross. He put a long leather strap around her mid section, pulled it tight and buckled it. He put the leather blindfold on her putting her in total darkness tied helplessly to the cross. He stood back and listened to her moan and whimper and watched as pussy juice leaked from her hot little cunt. He stepped in kissed her and caressed her body making her shiver. She groaned with pleasure as her body felt chill bumps on her whole body. Her body shook and she squealed when he put his mouth over her tit sucking and licking her nipple as his hand squeezed and pinched her other nipple. She felt pure pleasure rushing from her nipples to her pussy making it leak like a leaky water faucet. He slipped two fingers in her little hot wet cunt and fingered her working on her G-spot as he kept working on her nipples. She is getting closer and closer to orgasm until when pressed his thumb on her clit and rubbed it as he licked, nibbled, and pinched her nipples. The orgasm blew through her body like a hurricane slamming through her pussy forcing her to scream and squirt cum over his hand. He fingered her through the orgasm and pulled from her pussy when her body went limp and she moaned and shook with the aftermath of the orgasm. He moved away from her letting her recover getting a cane and a cattle prod from a nearby table. He hit her with the cane across her left thigh making her scream and struggle on the cross as the burning pain raced from her thigh through her little body. As she started to calm he struck her with the cane across her right thigh. She screamed and pulled hard on her restraints as tears ran down her cheeks. He zapped her with the cattle prod on her mound above her pussy sending shocks of pain through her making her thrash and scream long and hard. He caned her from her thighs to the tops of her tits leaving angry red whelps every where he hit her with the cane shocking her with the cattle prod after every third strike with the cane. She screamed continuously pulling on her restraints making her arms and legs hurt until her screams turned to moans of pleasure and she gushed cum to the floor as a powerful body controlling orgasm crashed through her slamming her pussy. He stopped punishing her young body when her screams turned to moans. When the orgasm weakened she hung limp moaning with pain and pleasure. She calmed down and he pushed his throbbing big hard cock balls deep in her pussy and fucked her hard, deep and fast nibbling her nipples refueling the fire of orgasm in her tired little body. She screamed, convulsed, pushed on his cock as much as her restraints allowed and squirted a fountain of cum over his cock down her legs and his front. He continued to fuck her cunt pushing the orgasm longer. When the orgasm weakened and she fell limp in her restraints as he fucked her hard he pulled out. He stood back letting her begin to recover and released her from the cross. He caught her in his arms as she weakly slumped falling and carried her to the fucking bench. He eased her face down over the bench and tied her wrist to the front legs and her thighs to the back legs. He cuffed her ankles to a spreader bar holding her legs apart exposing her ass and cunt before buckling the wide leather band around her waist to protect her from getting scratched by Rebels front claws. His cock is so hard for so long it is starting to hurt. He knelt behind her and pushed it deep in her ass fucking her hard. She grunted and moaned until he slammed deep, held as his cock pulsed loads of cum deep in her ass. This forced her into another hard orgasm and she squealed as she tensed and shot cum between her ankles. He pulled out of her ass leaving her shaking and moaning with cum dripping from her ass and cunt to pool on the mat below between her knees. He stood back letting her rest and recover from the multiple orgasms. He knelt beside her and told her Luke is going to use her to train Rebel to breed a human bitch. She weakly told him alright. Diann when he uses a woman for training a dog he gets aroused and fucks her to satisfy his needs. If you do not want this to happen to you I want you to use your safe word. She replied. “Master if it pleases you for him to fuck me I will not use my safe word and he can use any of my holes.” He smiled and kissed her cheek. “That is my obedient little slave girl. I am extremely proud and love you very much.” She replied with a weak smile. “Thank you Master for using me giving me pleasure. If you are proud of me it is worth all the pain I have endured for you.” He called. “Sandra, bring a couple cold gator aids with a straw, please.” “Yes Master. Right away.” Sandra came in the play room and hurried to him sitting beside Diann rubbing her back gently. He stood and took the gator aid and put a straw in one handing it back to Sandra pointing to Diann. She squatted next to Diann putting the straw to her lips. Diann sucked hard on the straw taking about half the gator aid before taking a breath. Sandra ask with a smile. “How are you doing little sis.” Diann smiled and replied. “ I am very happy, sis.” She touched one of the angry red whelps. “I bet that was painful.” “It was at first but it turned to pure pleasure and made me cum very hard.” Then she said. “More gator aid please. I think I am going to need it.” Sandra gave her the straw and she drank the rest of the gator aid, smiled and thanked Sandra. Sandra ask if she can help with anything else as Luke came in with Rebel at heel. Frank sat on the couch with his dick standing up hard and told Sandra to clean him. She knelt between his legs and took his cock deep in her hot wet mouth, sucking and licking him. Luke commanded Rebel to sit behind Diann. With Diann's ass and pussy exposed and Sandra sucking Frank's cock made Luke hard and his pants bulged like they were trying to hold a post. Frank saw the bulge and said. “Luke can you help me here? I think I have a hot little slut that needs another cock.” Sandra looked up at him without missing a stroke on his cock. “Sandra if you do not want him to fuck your pussy use your safe word.” She stood and spread her legs while bent at the waist with Master' cock deep in her throat. As Luke smiled releasing his cock. Sandra pulled off Master's cock to say. “Master my body, heart and all my holes belong to you. If it pleases you to share me with another I obey and will not object.” and slipped her mouth back down on his cock. Luke flipped her skirt up, rubbed the head of his big hard cock up and down her pussy slit to lube his cock. When his pushed his cock head inside her wet little cunt slowly pushing deeper. Her eyes flew open and she moaned on Master's cock. She thought Luke's cock is an inch or two longer and an inch thicker than Master's big cock. She relaxed her pussy to accommodate the size of Luke's cock. He started fucking her with long slow strokes increasing the speed of his thrust making her grunt and moan as the fire flamed inside her in the form of a massive orgasm. She never missed a stroke on Masters cock taking him deep in her throat as the big cock in her cunt pounded her pussy pushing her head down on her Master's cock. She could not hold her orgasm back and it exploded in her pussy making her clench down on Luke's huge fuck pole. Luke pushed deep ramming her cervix and erupted cum filling her cunt with his love juice. Frank lost control, grabbed her head holding her with his cock shoved deep in her throat pulsing cum down her throat. He emptied his balls in her stomach as Luke filled her pussy and she gushed cum out around his cock. Master released her head letting her pull back to suck and lick his cock clean as her body shook violently and her legs turned to rubber. Luke held her up with his cock and his hands around her tiny waist until his cock shrunk and she calmed. He pulled out and she stood up looked over her shoulder and said. “Thank you Luke. That was wonderful.” He smiled and turned to Rebel. She bent and kissed Master saying “Thank you Master for fucking my throat and sharing my pussy with Luke. I enjoyed that very much.” He told her she could leave as she picked up the empty gator aid bottles and left the play room. Luke commanded Rebel. “Lick pussy.” Rebel quickly stuck his nose in Diann's cunt and licked her hard and fast from her clit to her ass hole. She jerked and yelped as the licking caused immediate shocks of pleasure in her cunt and ass. Luke turned to Frank and said. “Boss if I may say so. You are a very lucky man.” Frank replied. “Luke you do not know how very lucky I am.” “By the way, Boss. Mr. Gass and the ranch hands wanted me to thank you for the pay raise. Frank ask how the poacher is working out. Luke told him that Gass said he is one of the best hands he ever had. Frank smiled thankful he had made a good decision hiring the man. He ask Luke how long will he need Diann's assistance. Luke told him between one and two hours. Frank told him to call when he is finished and not to leave her alone. Luke told him he will stay with her until someone comes for her. Sandra walked with a big smile and cum leaking from her pussy to the other girls starting to fix lunch. They looked at her and giggled. Angela said “Well sis are you going to tell us why you look so happy and your legs are coated with cum?” Sandra giggled and said. “Master made me suck his cock while Luke with his huge cock fucked my pussy. Master filled me with his cum at the same time Luke filled my pussy with cum making me have a wonderful orgasm and sent me away as Luke sicked Rebel on Diann.” Janis said “Master let another man fuck you and they double penetrated you? That is so hot. I have had a fantasy many times of Master and another man double penetrating me.” Sandra smiled and said. “Don't worry Mom. I am sure he will make it happen. He treats us all the same. Oh he did give me the choice to use my safe word if I did not want Luke to fuck me.” Diann is moaning with orgasms as Rebel licks her flowing juices from her pussy sending shocks of pleasure through her clit. Luke commanded “Rebel mount.” The dog immediately mounted her with his front paws around her waist and humped fast attempting to find her hot wet pussy hole. He kept missing the target and Luke tapped him across the nose with a finger telling to easy. Rebel humped slower and found the object of his desire. As his cock slipped in her opening he rammed hard and fucked her deep hitting her cervix as his knot pounded her pussy lips trying to get inside her. She screamed and humped his cock as another orgasm ripped through her body. Her cum helped lube his passage and her pussy opened letting him pop his knot inside her cunt. She screamed again with the slight pain of the knot stretching her then her scream turned to grunts and moans as he drove into her making her to continue to cum. He suddenly froze deep inside her and his cock pulsed shooting cum deep inside her as she had orgasms back to back. He emptied inside her and tried to pull out making her scream with the pain and pleasure of his big knot pulling her pussy lips out. Luke commanded him to stay and Rebel stopped pulling. His knot finally shrunk and pulled out. As his knot and cock pulled our of her seriously fucked pussy cum flowed from her like a raging river. She went limp moaning in a half conscious state. She had slipped into sub space making her feel like her body belonged to someone else. Luke commanded Rebel to lick and he pushed his nose into her ass and licked working down her pussy and back up to her ass until she was clean of all cum. She wiggled and moaned as he licked her clean. Luke commanded him to rest . Rebel move back and licked his cock. He knelt by Diann. “Are you alright little one.” She weakly smiled and replied. “Well used but alright. Thank you.” He ask “Do you want me to stop now?” She did not know what else he wanted to do but answered. “If you are finished with me. But I can take more if you need me. Master told me you can fuck me if you need to.” He told her he would enjoy fucking her but he could go without it if she is to tired to take him. She told him if he wanted her to fuck her so Master will be pleased with her for obeying him. Also she told him she could use some man cock after the dog cock that just fucked her senseless. He smiled and told her she is one tough little lady as he pushed his huge cock in the opening of her pussy. She squealed and said. “Ooooohhh. It's so big. Please go slow and let me adjust to your size, Sir.” he replied. “No problem little one.” and he very slowly pushed deeper in her pussy knocking on her cervix opening. With the cum and his pre-cum lubricating her passage she was able to adjust to his size. She told him she is alright for him to fuck her now as her passage relaxed around his huge cock. He started fucking her with short slow strokes as she grunted and moaned feeling the pleasure building in her body. He fucked with longer harder strokes when he felt her try to hump his cock. He went deeper ramming her cervix trying to open it to let him deeper. She squealed. “Oh that hurt” He pulled back “I will not go deeper little one.” She said.”No Sir go deeper take me. The pain makes the pleasure even better.” He pushed hard forcing her cervix to open and let him drive balls deep in her. She screamed “Oh yes soooo goooood.” as she exploded with another colossal orgasm squirting cum past his cock driving in her. He drove in her a few more times as she orgasm and held tight to her pulsing cum into her womb. The hot cum filling her womb made her squeal and gush more cum. He held deep in her until he emptied his balls and his cock deflated before pulling out of her body releasing a full load of cum from her pussy. Luke sat beside Diann massaging her back and butt. She smiled and moaned from the gentle soothing caress. He ask. “Are you alright little one?” She weakly smiled. “I'm tired fucked but alright and happy.” He grinned. “Ready for more?” Her reply was. “More? If you need me for more I can take more I think.” He commanded Rebel to lick pussy. Rebel quickly started licking her ass and cunt forcing yet another orgasm to boil up in her pussy. Cum gushed from her cunt as Rebel lick harder and faster trying to get all of it. Luke commanded Rebel to mount. Diann smiled and thought here comes another round of extreme abuse to my pussy and moaned bracing for a hard thrust in her well used little cunt. She screamed and tried to get away as Rebels cock drove deep in her ass and started pounding hard with no regard for her feeling. She yelled “Oooowwww he's in my ass. It hurts.” With Rebels pre-cum lubing her poop chute and her concentrated effort to relax and take his hot hard cock the pain soon turned to pleasure and she squealed and humped with another enormous orgasm squirting cum from her cunt. Luke pressed his hard cock in her mouth forcing her to stretch her jaws unusually wide as Rebel fucked her ass. She moaned and tried to relax her throat and swallow his cock but it is too big and she gagged almost retching. She swallowed it back and Luke pulled back into her mouth as she sucked and licked his huge cock until he filled her mouth with cum. She tried but could not swallow his cum load letting some dribble down her chin. Rebel got his knot in her ass making her scream with renewed pleasurable pain as it felt like he was going to rip her little rose bud. She erupted with another volcanic orgasm gushing cum from her pussy as Rebel filled her stomach through her ass with hot dog cum and Luke flooded her mouth with his man cum. She fainted from the overload of pleasure. Luke pulled from her mouth and commanded Rebel to stay. The dog froze with his cock and knot buried in her ass. She lay limp under the dog while still tied helpless to the dog fucking bench. Luke called. “Boss we are done.” Frank replied. “Stay with her. I am on my way.” He left his office and went to the play room.” Rebel's knot shrunk and was slipping out of Diann's ass as Master approached the unconscious slave girl. Luke smiled. “Boss that is one smart dog. He learns very quickly. I think a couple more training sessions and he will be as good as the others.” “I want to say that Diann is a very good assistant and one tough young lady. She did everything you instructed her to without hesitation.” “I hope I did not push her too far.” “Boss she took Rebel and me in her pussy, Rebel in her ass and me in her mouth without as much as a complaint.” Frank laughed. “Don't worry Luke. If I know my little pixie she enjoyed it as much or more than you and Rebel.” Luke left with Rebel as Master untied his pixie girl. He gently picked her up and cradled her in his arms as she came to, blinking, smiled and put her arms around his neck resting her head on his shoulder. He carried her to the couch and sat cradling her in his loving arms. “How is my little pixie girl doing?” She smiled. “Very tired, sore, well used, extremely fucked and extremely happy if Master is pleased and proud of me.” Master kissed her as she hugged him harder into the glorious loving kiss wanting it to last for ever. He pulled away from the kiss and she groaned. “Does that let you know how pleased and proud of you I am?” “Oh yes Master. Please kiss me again.” He chuckled and kissed her long and passionately with all his love for her. When he released her from the kiss she gasp and said. “Oh my thank you master. I think I can take more if Master wants to fuck any of my holes.” He smiled and replied. “I would like that very much but I think we should feed you and let you rest for a while.” He carried her cradled in his arms to her room. He stopped at the kitchen where the other girls were fixing lunch. Diann lay exhausted in his arms. They all looked at her and smiled. Master said. “Kim Li, bring gator aid to Diann's room, please.” Kim Li giggled as her pussy leaked. “Yes Master, right away.” and got two gator aids and hurried up the stairs in front of Master and his little exhausted bundle of love. She opened the door to Diann's room standing aside as Master entered carrying Diann to the bed laying her gently in the bed after Kim Li turned down the covers. He sat her up letting her rest back on his chest as she drank the gator aid and thanked Kim Li. He laid her back on the pillow and covered her telling her to rest until he comes for her. She smiled. “Yes Master. Thank you so very much for your love.” He kissed her and turned to Kim Li standing at the foot of the bed smiling with tears of joy for her little sister. Master went to Kim Li. “I have something for you if you want it.” She giggled, turned facing the bed, bent over putting her hands on the bed and spread her legs presenting her ass and pussy to him. He pushed two fingers in her hot wet pussy coating them with her juices as she moaned and pushed on his fingers. He moved to her ass hole using her juices to lube her little puckered rose bud as he pushed his cock in her cunt getting it coated and slick with her juices. He pulled his fingers from her ass as he pulled his cock from her cunt. He pushed his cock slowly deep in her ass and fucked her hard as she felt the arousal of an orgasm pushing to her pussy. She grunted and humped his hard cock in her ass as he slammed in and out of her. She is very near releasing the orgasm when he pulled from her tight little ass and rammed balls deep in her cunt triggering an enormously powerful orgasm gushing cum out around his cock as she shook and squealed. He fucked her hard and deep through her orgasm that was intensified when she saw Diann watching and smiling at her getting so thoroughly fucked. The orgasm lasted for a long time making her legs give way and he had to hold her up by the hips and his ramming cock. He pulled out as the orgasm eased up. She collapsed on the bed panting and gasping for air as her body quivered. He left her on the bed as he went into the bathroom. Diann smiled at her. “Feel loved big sis?” Kim Li stood and smiled. “Oh yes little sis. More loved than ever in my life. I am so happy to be part of this family and the slave of the most wonderful Master alive.” She gave Diann a kiss on the cheek and went back to the kitchen. The other girls turned to look at her as she entered with a big smile and cum running down the insides of her thighs. They giggled and Sandra ask. “Is our sister slave happy?” Kim Li shuddered and giggled. “So happy I can't describe it. He fucked my ass until I was about to cum then rammed his beautiful big cock in my pussy forcing me to cum and fucked me hard until I stopped cumming and collapsed which was great. But the feeling of his love for me almost made my heart burst with joy.” Master walked in as they were all hugging and laughing. “What is going on? Did I miss something?” Angela turned to him with a big smile and wide bright eyes filled with tears of joy. “We are just celebrating the love you have and show all us, Master.” she hugged and kissed him followed by each of the other girls. He swallowed a lump in his throat. “You ladies are spoiling me with all this love. Not that I am complaining. Please keep it up.” They all laughed and finished lunch. Angela ask. “Master if it pleases you I will take Diann lunch.” “Yes Angela she would like that. She is pretty worn out.” Monique giggled. “I think a better deion would be well used at this point.” “I know I would be if I had been fucked by two big men and a dog twice and beat to an orgasm.” I submit Step Daughters' Desire chapter 10 for your entertainment with the hopes that you enjoy reading it as much as am writing it as I work on chapter 11. Please be kind enough to vote and comment on each chapter. CHAPTER 10

Step Daughters' Desire chapter 9 Frank is adjusting well to having wealth and seven sex slaves. Elise and Angela share a session in the play room with pain, pleasure, dogs and after care. Robert dropped Frank at the mansion. He called Elise, Angela and Kim Li. “Ladies come to the office please.” The office door is open so the three ladies entered. Kim Li said with a smile “May we please you, Master?” He smiled. “Angela, Elise wait in the play room, please.” They giggled and hurried to the play room, stripped, knelt, spread knees, hands behind them and heads down trembling with excitement. “Kim Li, we have a new ranch hand starting tomorrow. He needs some financial help. How much do we pay the ranch hands?” She replied $2500 per month, lodging, food, insurance and retirement.” He thought a minute. Kim Li, increase their pay to $3,000 per month. Get the new hands bank info and deposit a months salary in his account after he reports for work tomorrow.” She smiled. “ Is the new ranch hand the poacher they caught this morning.” He told her. “ He was trying to feed his wife and three small children. Bronc checked him out and found he was telling the truth.” Kim Li moved to him smiling. “ Master, I love you and your kind, generous heart.” He blushed. “You have work to do and if I am not mistaking I have two beautiful naked young ladies waiting for me to use them.” “On it, Master.” she said as he left the office and she sat at the computer. She contacted Bronc for Tommy Morino's employment and bank information. Within the next hour she had his employment file set up and a direct deposit for $3,000 ready to send to his bank account. Frank approached each of the kneeling girls. “Stand ladies and spread.” They quickly stood and spread their legs. He cupped both their hot wet pussies making them moan and push their cunts on his hands. He rubbed the pussies making the two beauties moan louder and leak juices. When he pushed two fingers in their cunts and thumbed their clits they both lost it and powerful orgasms made their knees give way and they went to the mat with his hands still pumping their cunts. His hands are covered with girly cum and the girls are slumping to the floor thrashing with body shaking orgasms. He pulled from their pussies. He picked up the orgasmic Elise carried her to a near by Y shaped beam, laid her on her back legs spread resting on the beam. She lay with her eyes closed moaning as his hands touched her while he tied her wrist to the beam above her head and her ankles and legs to the lower Y beams. She shuddered hard when he tied rope above and below her tits around the beam holding her body tight to the beam. She screamed with fire in her nipples when he clover clamped them and juices flowed from her throbbing wet pussy. He picked Angela up carrying her to another Y beam next to Elise and tied her the same as Elise. Both girls moaned and wiggled on the beams as he blindfolded and ball gagged them. He stood between the two bound helpless girls with a zapper in one hand and a flogger in the other. He let them moan and attempt to detect his location. The flogger came down hard across Angela's lower stomach making her pull against her bounds and scream into the ball gag. Elise screamed and jerked in her bounds before Angela quit screaming. He hit Angela across her nipples and zapped the side of her ass cheek then Elise across the tits and zapper to her ass cheek making both girls scream pulling on the ropes stretching them on the beams. He beat them with the flogger and zapped them from tits to pussy until their screams turned to moans of pleasure and cum gushed from their cunts pooling on the mat. He chuckle as the two beauties gasp for air, moaned and thrashed with the orgasms crashing through their cunts. His cock is so hard it is aching and he moves between Angela's spread legs and rammed his cock balls deep in her cunt increasing the raging orgasm as he fucked in and out of her hard, deep and fast. She humped and gripped his cock gushing cum over him as he rammed in and out. He made her cum so hard and long she blacked out and her bound body went limp held to the beam with the ropes binding her. He pulled from her cunt and moved between Elise's spread legs and slowly pushed his hard, throbbing cum covered cock deep into her ass. She screamed when the big cock popped into her tight little sphincter. He held still until her tight little ring relaxed enough to push deeper in her ass. She grunted and tried to relax to give him easier passage in her needy little ass. He slowly fucked in and out of her tight ass until she relaxed and her grunts turned to moans and she pushed her ass onto his cock with each in stroke. He started fucking her little ass harder, deeper and faster with her moaning and humping until her moans of pleasure turned to screams of orgasms gushing cum on his pelvic and thighs. The orgasm slammed her pussy like a tidal wave. He pulled from her ass and slammed balls deep in her tight little cunt blasting the orgasm to a higher level forcing her to gush more cum and strain against her bounds. She stopped screaming and moaned as her body relaxed in an unconscious state from cumming so hard and long. He pulled his cock from her limp body and moved to Angela and pushed his cock into her tight little ass as she regained consciousness. She moaned hard into the gag as his cock steadily pushed deeper in her ass. She moaned and her ass relaxed so he could fuck in and out of her ass with long hard strokes. She started to orgasm again milking his cock forcing him to erupt into her ass dumping the cum from his balls. He finished cumming in her ass and held deep inside her until his cock started to deflate and slowly pulled out letting the cum flow from her ass to the mat below. The girls lay tied to the Y beams while he moved away from them. They started to recover from the enormous orgasms and waited for the next use of their beautiful bodies having no idea if it would be more pain or pleasure. He stood between the two beauties with a riding crop in each hand. They flinched and grunted each time he lashed through the air near their helpless bodies. When they stopped flinching he landed the first blow with the crops on each of their tits at the same time. They both screamed and struggled in their restraints. He kept them screaming into their gags cropping their tits, bodies, cunts and thighs until the screams turned to moans of pleasure and their cunts flowed with orgasmic cum. He let them grunt, moan and shake with the persistent orgasms in their bodies as he got new toys from the nearby tables. He removed their ball gags and got between Angela's legs bent down licked, sucked and nibbled on her cum dripping cunt until she screamed with another devilish orgasm. He moved to Elise using a wide tongue he licked the cum from her ass up over her pussy sending shudders of pleasure through her body. He pointed his tongue and drove it in her hole wiggling it inside her cunt driving her silly with pleasure. When he felt her orgasm building he went to her clit holding it with his front teeth with light pressure and flicking the head of her clit with his tongue forcing the orgasm to slam through her pussy releasing a flood of cum as she humped and screamed. He went back to Angela as she lay panting with her pussy dripping from her last orgasm and listening to Elise in pleasure next to her. She squealed as his cock pushed steadily deep in her ass and started pumping in and out as she grunted and humped his cock feeling the pleasure of an orgasm pushing slowly through her. He fucked her ass and rubbed her clit with his thumb forcing the orgasm to swell to a powerful mind boggling eruption in her cunt. While the orgasm rattling her bones had control of her body he pulled from her ass and pushed in her pussy and fucked her hard and deep pushing the orgasm to new heights. She is still in the throws of orgasm moaning shaking and moaning when he pulled from her pussy. He moved to Elise turned her head to the side and pushed his big hard cum coated cock in her mouth slowly pushing deeper while she moaned, licked, sucked and enjoy the taste of Angela's cum and the feeling of his cum slick cock sliding into her throat. He fucked her throat holding her hair to keep her on his cock. His cock swelled and pulsed three big shots of cum down her throat making her moan and her twitching pussy leak more cum before he pinched it off stopping the finish of the cum. He went to Angela used her hair to turn her head, pushing his cock deep into her throat and releasing the rest of his cum down her throat. Both beautiful well used girls licked the cum from their lips and swallowed. He untied Elise removing the blindfold picking her up cradling her in his arms as she hugged his neck moaning with contentment. He carried her to the couch as she said “Thank you, Master. I really needed that.” As he gently sat her on the couch and kissed her lovingly she said. “Master, thank you for loving me. I love you with all my heart. Please use me as often as you can.” He kissed her and she returned the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck holding him tight not wanting to lose the loving kiss between them. He broke the kiss telling her “I will be right back with our play partner.” She giggled and turned him lose laying back breathing hard from the use and the love he showed her. He untied Angela and carried her to the couch and sat between them holding each in an arm kissing each of them caressing their tired, sore, used bodies. They each put an arm around him and rested their heads on his shoulders. They opened their eyes to look at each other and Elise smiled at Angela and said in a low almost whisper. “Thank you, little sis.” Master called Monique. “Monique bring lunch for three to the play room.” Monique replied “ Yes, Master. Right away.” he heard her giggle. Less than five minutes she approached them with a bright smile and set a tray of delicious food and a small bowl of hot sauce on the coffee table. He got up and told Monique to watch his girls as he went to the bathroom. He looked back to she her bend over to hug the girls and got a good look at her wet winking pussy. He smiled going into the bathroom. Monique ask the girls if they are alright. They both smiled and giggled telling her they are wonderful. She knelt in front of them when Master came back wearing shorts and house slippers. She rose and ask if there is anything else she can do for them. Master said “ Bend over, hands on the table and spread your legs. “ she quickly obeyed. He flip her skirt on her back, dropped his shorts to his knees, rubbed his hard cock on her wet pussy making her close her eyes, smile and moan. She squealed as he slammed his cock balls deep in her hot slippery pussy and fucked her hard. She is so horny it did not take long she moaned very loud and gushed cum from her cunt as the orgasm slammed through her. He told her “Clean me my little French slave.” She quickly turned went to her knees, sucked and licked his cock clean of her cum. He lifted her by the arms, kissed her as he slapped her ass. “ Thank you for the hot sauce.” She giggled “My pussy gets wet when I prepare a plate for you Master.” She went back to the kitchen where the other ladies were. As she walked in with a big smile and cum running down the insides of her thighs. Sandra ask “ What happened to you. You are wearing a big smile and your thighs are wet with a familiar liquid.” They all laughed and Monique said. “ Master bent me over and fucked my pussy to orgasm, made me clean his cock, kissed me, slapped my ass and sent me on my way.” Kim Li said “That would make any of us happy.” Master and his sex slaves ate and rested. The large glasses of tea helped them recover some. After letting them rest for a while he called Kim Li. “Kim Li, bring Speedy and Max to the play room, please.” “Yes Master. Be there in a few minutes.” He tied Angela and Elise to two of the fucking benches and blindfolded them with the wide leather straps around their waist and the bench. He hit Elise across both ass cheeks with a cane forcing her to scream very loud from the sudden fire on her ass. Se screamed and struggled in her bounds with each blow of the cane on her ass leaving angry red stripes. He turned to Angela striking her across the ass three times forcing her to scream and struggle with each blow of the cane leaving angry red whelps on her pretty little ass. Kim Li heard the screams as she came into the play room with Speedy, the German Shepard and Max, the Doberman. She told the dogs to sit behind the girls where they could see and smell the dripping twitching pussies. Max is behind Angela and Speedy behind Elise. Kim Li stepped back waiting her next command from Master. He smiled “Bend over and spread.” She smiled happily turned her ass to him and bent over with her hands on her knees. He flip her short skirt up, rubbed the head of his hard cock up and down her wet pussy lips making her moan and push into his hard cock. He slammed balls deep in her cunt and fucked her hard until she squealed and shook with an orgasm gushing cum on his cock and down her thighs. He pulled out and said.”Clean me.” She quickly turned, knelt, took his cum covered cock deep in her throat, sucked and licked her cum from his cock. He pulled out of her mouth lifted her to her feet, hugged her, kissed her and slapped her on the ass. “Thank you. You may leave now.” She smiled and giggled “ Yes Master, Thank you.” turned and went back to the kitchen. She entered the kitchen with a big smile and cum wet thighs. The girls looked at her and giggled. Janis said. “I bet we can guess why your legs are wet and you are smiling so big.” Kim Li giggled and said. “You are right. Master made me bend over, he fucked my pussy hard making me cum, made me suck his cock clean, lifted me from my knees, gave me a hug, a wonderful kiss, slapped my ass and sent me away.” Mean while Master commanded the dogs to lick and they lapped at the girls pussies making them squeal and cum. He commanded the dogs to mount. Speedy mounted Elise humping while Max mounted Angela and hit his target with the first hump. He rammed deep into her cunt making her scream and struggle at the same time Speedy rammed deep in Elise's tight little ass hole forcing her to scream. “He is in my aaassssss.” Master watched as the two dogs pounded the two beautiful young slaves making his cock get rock hard again. He knelt at Angela's head pulled her head back with her hair forcing her to open her mouth wide and shoved his cock down her throat. He throat fucked her as Max drove his cock through her cervix into her womb forcing her to continuously grunt, moan and orgasm making a large pool of cum on the mat. She screamed on his cock when Max forced his knot in her cunt and shot spurt after spurt of dog cum in her womb making her belly swell. Speedy had Elise grunting, moaning, screaming and cumming as he drove into her ass rapidly and knotting her ass as he filled her ass with dog cum. Master shot three shots of cum down Angela's throat pulled out moved to Elise pulled her head back by the hair forcing her mouth open pushing deep in her throat and shot cum into her stomach finishing his orgasm in her. Speedy tried to pull out of her ass making her yelp and gush cum as he is knotted in her tight little ass. Max is making Angela yelp and cum as he tries to pull out making his knot pulse on her G-spot. Angela and Elise both moaned and shook exhausted. The dogs finally pulled knots out with a pop and dog cum rushed from the girls holes pooling on the mats. He commanded the dogs to sit on the adjoining mat. Angela and Elise lay limp exhausted in their restraints. He untied Angela, removed her blindfold, cradled her in his arms and carried her to the couch with her arms around his neck nestled on his shoulder. He sat her on the couch and kissed her. She smiled and collapsed back. He untied Elise removed her blindfold, picked her up, cradled her in his arms, she put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder next to his neck and happily moaned.”Mmmmmmm. So wonderful to feel love. “ she said. Frank sat between them on the couch with each girl putting a leg over one of his thighs each pressing their cum wet pussies into the side of his leg as they hugged him resting their heads on his shoulder. He kissed each of their foreheads with an arm around each. He called “Sandra, bring three gator aids,please.” She replied “ right away master” The two well used slaves relaxed lightly sleeping. He slowly moved from them and went into the bath room. He came out of the bathroom as Sandra was bent over giving the two exhausted girls gator aid. Her skirt raised above her winking wet pussy. He pulled his shorts down releasing his now hard cock as he moved in close behind her bent over body. He flipped her skirt up and she smiled as he rubbed his hard cock up and down her wet slit. She spread her legs and braced her self on the back of the couch. He slammed deep in her pussy and fucked her hard. She grunted dropping her head between her arms as he fucked her. She was on the edge of an orgasm when Angela and Elise smiled at each other and pinched her nipples hard. She screamed and squirted as the powerful orgasm blasted through her cunt. He pulled his cum covered cock from her pussy. “Clean me.” She turned went to her knees, slid her open mouth over his cock into her throat, sucked and licked his cock clean of her cum. He lifted her to her feet, kissed her and slapped her ass making her yelp and smile. “ Thank you. You may leave now.” “Yes, Master and thank you.” “Sandra.” “Yes Master.” “ Take care of Speedy and Max, please.” Yes Master.” She called the dogs as she went to the exit door. He picked Angela up cradling her in his arms as she rested her head at the base of his neck her arms around his neck. She giggled as she felt the love from her Master flow into her naked body. He carried her toward his bedroom. As he reached the kitchen where the other girls were about to start dinner. “Janis come turn the covers down, please.” “ Yes Master” and she hurried up the stairs ahead of him. He reached the bedroom with the little bundle of love in his arms. Janis had the covers turned back and stood obediently to the side. He gently laid Angela in the bed resting her head on the fluffy pillow, kissed her and pulled the cover over her naked body. Her sore aching body relaxed into the bed and she moaned softly. “You rest until I call you little one.” She quietly said. “Thank you, Master for loving me so much and using me.” He turned to Janis gave her a kiss and said “ Stay with her until I get back with my little German slave girl.” Janis smiled and replied. “As you wish Master.” He went back to Elise. As he started to pick her up she smiled at him and said. “Master, I feel that I can walk if you wish.” “ Do you want to walk my little German slave girl?” She smiled shyly. “Not really, Master.” “ OK if it is all the same to you I would rather carry you. It makes me feel needed.” She giggled and stretched her arms up to him. He picked her up with her arms around his neck resting her head on his shoulder. He cradled her in his arms and she quietly moaned and kissed his neck. “Thank you Master for using me and especially for the after care. You make me feel more loved than any time in my life. I am very happy to be your slave for the rest of my life.” He carried her to his bedroom laid her gently in the bed and put his arms around her and kissed her lips. She wrapped her arms around him and held the kiss never wanting it to stop. They broke the kiss. She smiled with her heart beating hard in her chest. With tears of joy in her eyes she said. “Thank you, Master. I have never ever been kissed so wonderfully in my whole life.” He told her to rest until he called for her and covered her. She relaxed into the bed with a happy smile on her face. He turned to Janis standing near the end of the bed with a big smile and happy tears trickling down her cheeks. “Master you are such a good loving man. It's no wonder we all love you so much.” He smiled and walked to her, looked in her eyes and said. “Do you want to bend over and get it up the ass or pussy.” She giggled quickly turned toward the bed and bent over putting her hands on the bed and said “Pussy please, Master.” He flipped her short skirt up, rubbed his hard cock up and down the wet slit of her pussy making her moan and push on his cock. He slammed balls deep in her cunt and fucked her hard as she grunted and humped his cock looking at the two girls in the bed smiling and watching her get her pussy pounded hard and deep. The girls watching her fueled her orgasm and she tensed gripping his cock hard and erupted with a cunt slamming orgasm. He slammed deep in her hot cumming pussy and held until she stopped cumming and pulled out of her. “Clean me. Bitch.” She whirled around went to her knees, took his cum covered cock deep in her throat, sucking and licking it clean of her cum. He lifted her to her feet, kissed her passionately and slapped her ass making her yelp and giggle. “ We will see you for dinner.: Yes Master and she went to the kitchen to help with dinner. Monique looked at the smiling Janis and said. “Oh another big smile and cum wet thighs. Ladies I think we have one more happy sister slave.” Janis chuckled and said. “ You know it. Master did the very same thing to me as he did to the rest of you.” Kim Li said. “Ladies do you realize our sweet loving Master has used two of us for hours and still fucked five more of us to wonderful orgasms in one day?” Monique ask “How does he do it?” Kim Li smiled and said. “Viagra. I gave him one before her went to the play room.” Janis laughed and said. “Angela said he would find a way.” Master went into the kitchen with a big smile. “Kim Li, cold beer please.” She hurried to the fridge for a bottle of beer and got a frosted mug from the freezer. She poured the beer in the mug and placed it on the table in front of him. “Have a seat my little Asian slave girl.” She sat. “Have I displeased you, Master?” The other girls looked toward her with concern. He smiled. “No my love you have done nothing wrong.” She sighed with relief. “Kim Li, there are six bedrooms and the Master bedroom up stairs.” “Yes, Master?” “That means there are three unoccupied rooms up stairs.” “Yes, Master.” “Kim Li you all know that I love and need each of you now. You are my family my responsibility.” Kim Li smiled happily as the others giggled feeling the chill bumps spread over their bodies. “As we love and need you, Master.” “Kim Li, I want the other three bedrooms up stairs occupied with the women I love.” They all gasp as he took a sip of his cold beer. “Master you want Elise, Monique and me to move from our slave quarters to the upstairs suites? He smiled. “I think it only makes since. You are part of my family and should be treated as such. Besides I want you near in case I get the urge to fuck one of you during the night.” Kim Li and Monique started to cry with his exhibition of love for them. Monique moved toward him. “Master, may I please kiss you?” He smiled and held his arms out to her. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him with all the love she had in her heart. She pulled back as she sat on his lap. “Thank you for your gracious love, Master.” He smiled at her and winked. She moved off his lap back to Sandra and Janis and they hugged and cried with joy. He looked at Kim Li as she sat quietly with happy tears trickling down her cheeks. He held out his arms to her and she squealed and jumped into his arms throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. He felt her love radiating from her whole body. She leaned back. “Master, I think you are the most wonderful man alive.” “Kim Li, it makes my heart swell with joy that you feel that way.” He chuckled and told her to help with dinner. He went back up stairs to check on his two well used slaves. They are sleeping as they both smile as if having pleasant dreams. He let them sleep as he took a shower. He dried with the large fluffy towel as he moved to the bed where is two beautiful slaves slept peacefully. Dropping the towel he crawled into bed between the two girls. Feeling the movement the two girls snuggled close to his clean smelling body and he slipped an arm under each of their necks letting them lay on his shoulders. They went back to sleep just before he slipped into a restful slumber with two beautiful loving slave girls in his arms. They slept for an hour before Sandra tapped on the door and got no answer she quietly entered the room to see her sister slaves so contently snuggled in the loving arms of Master. She wanted to be one of them feeling his love. She woke them telling Master dinner will be ready in 20 minutes. He smiled and thanked her. She went back to the kitchen and Master sent the two sleepy girls to the shower. They giggled and hurried into the shower together. Ten minutes later they game out of the bathroom. Master slip a T-shirt over each of them and they went to the dining room where the other girls waited. While they enjoyed another good meal he thanked the ladies for a delicious meal. He told them that after tonight they had all had their turn to be used by him and it is time to set a schedule for each of them to have a day of their own with him. He turned to Janis and told her that Sundays are hers so they needed to decide what day of the week each of them would be his slave for the day. He grinned and told them if one of them is on her period on her day that would be a day off for him or he will choose any of them to substitute . They all laughed at that rule. Eight o'clock he told Angela and Elise to get ready for bed. They hurried to the bedroom stripped naked and lay face down, wrist together stretched up to the head board, and legs spread and waited for Master. After a few minutes they both had juices leaking from their cunts. Master came to them, tied their wrist together to the head board, blindfolded both girls and lubed their ass holes. He scooted between Angela's legs, pushed a plug in her ass and his cock in her pussy. She squealed at the fullness of being double penetrated. He fucked her pussy hard forcing her to grunt, groan and hump on his cock. Suddenly she screamed and gushed cum on his cock buried in her pussy. He pulled from her pussy as she shook and moaned with the lingering orgasm. He moved between Elise's spread legs finding her cunt soaked from hearing Angela being fucked so hard. He pushed his big hard cock in her ass and fucked her hard and deep until she neared orgasm, pulled from her ass and slammed in her pussy and fucked her cunt until she orgasm screaming as it slammed her pussy hard forcing her cum on his cock. He could not hold much longer and pulled from her pussy and rammed back in her ass and fucked her a few hard deep strokes prolonging her orgasm and held deep in her ass as he emptied cum filled balls inside her. He lay on top of her for a few minutes then turned her to her side as he rolled off her with his cock buried deep in her ass. When rolled toward Angela bringing Elise with him Angela was forced to turn on her side to make room. They settled in with Angela spooning Master and Master spooning Elise with his arm over her tits cupping her left. Thank you for reading my stories Thank you for your votes and comments. If you have enjoyed this on going story please continue with chapter tem THE END OF CHAPTER 9

As in the earlier story of "Devil Worship", I ask those who like this story to take the trouble to post a positive vote in order to counteract those who can it because of their religious beliefs. It's only a story after all. If you haven't read the forerunner to this tale, you probably should. although it's not entirely necessary if you just want to get on with this one. Anyhow, it's at http://stories.xnxx.com/story/29578/Devil_worship if you want to read it first. Everything about my wife Margie's session with David had been absolutely fabulous.The talk of Satan and Devil worship had tremendously excited us both. David's revelation about the Satanic cult of twenty seven men, and his suggestion that Margie could be taken and used by them all, really stirred our lustfulness, though I really thought that Margie would never take things any further than more threesomes with David. To my great surprise though,. I found that she couldn't stop fantasising about the Cult of Satan David was thrilled when I told him of this lustful fascination with the cult. He informed me that to date the cult had only had girls who had been heavily drugged, and the possibility of having Margie submitting of her own free will was something that made him lust even more for my wife. I still, even though Margie did seem so lured by it all, couldn't believe that she would ever go so far as to agree to be used in that way. David, in order to try my wife out to see if she indeed would consider going further, spoke directly to her, and told her to go shopping and to purchase the most beautiful underwear available - stockings, suspender belt, panties, camisole, quarter-cup bra, as well as the most elegant shoes with extreme high heels that she could find. All of this clothing was to be of virginal white and of the most beautiful and delicate design. He then told her that she would wear this outfit when she was taken to the Satanic Chapel to be used by the other cult members. I was amazed when Margie, without hesitation, agreed to all that she was told. Two days later she was excitedly showing me the things she had purchased. I couldn't believe it. "Do you really want to go though with this thing?" I asked in wonderment. At first she thought that I didn't want her to do it, but when I told her that I would think her the most wonderful thing if she did indeed submit and be used as a Satanic offering, she told me that she did indeed want to do it even though she was somewhat scared and apprehensive about it. "Perhaps," I told her, "you are already under Satan's control." This thought thrilled us both incredibly, and Margie became more confident about going ahead with it. It took some weeks before the session with The Satanic Cult was arranged. David explained that the various members were scattered about the country, and that it took time for them to arrange to gather together. During this time, Margie became more and more excited and thrilled at the prospect of what might happen to her, and she couldn't stop talking of it and wondering just what would happen. Finally the day and the time arrived. Margie spent a long time in her preparation but looked absolutely superb when she finally declared that she was ready. The underwear that she'd bought was so gorgeous and she looked perfect in every way, and so very, very sexy. David had already joined us and he and I had excitedly and eagerly awaited my wife's readiness. In the car, we drove for miles through open countryside, but finally, after more than an hour's drive, David directed me to turn up a small, unsealed road, along which we travelled for some miles more before pulling into the grounds of what looked like an old country church. The lower windows of the building looked to be shrouded with heavy, black, cloth drapes, but a large, upper, stained glass window shone magnificently with coloured pictures of the crucified Christ at the top, with the saints depicted beneath, and right at the base the inferno of Hell with the damned souls being consumed by the flames. The night was cold and it was threatening rain. There was no one about out of doors, although a large number of cars where parked outside the old building. Entering by a side doorway, and passing a boiler that emanated warmth, Margie and I found ourselves in a small room which, judging from the hubbub of voices, was attached to the main hall of the church. David told Margie to take off the coat that she'd worn over her underwear outfit and to prepare her mind for what was about to take place. I could see that she was tremendously excited, but also, almost trembling with nervousness. "Don't worry," David told her with a smile, "Satan and his Devils are with you." I felt a cold shiver run through my spine, but Margie, on the contrary, seemed to take heart at this statement, and to grow less nervous. Peering through the open doorway, I could just see the altar and surrounds all draped in black satin cloth with the floor carpeted with a deep purple carpet. David quickly stripped his clothes off and donned a thick, black, garment, pulling the cowl up over his head. He then flipped a couple of switches on the wall so that the area of the altar darkened and suffused with a reddish glow, the rest of the hall being submerged in shadow. Immediately the chatter in the church subsided into an excited and expectant murmuring as the congregation of Satanists eagerly saw that what they'd impatiently been waiting for, was about to take place. "Wait here," David said to us, he then stepped through the doorway into the church. We could hear his voice addressing the gathered men who had immediately hushed in excited expectation. "Satanic Brother's," he began, "As you know, our Lord Satan has delivered to us a young woman to be abused for his glory." Again an excited murmur arose from the unseen congregation. "Not only is this woman young , but she is beautiful as well. She is a pure and chaste bride, having been married before God in his holy church. Our Lord Satan has chosen this young bride and her husband to be corrupted for his glory. He has chosen them to corrupt and destroy the purity and chastity of their marriage. He has chosen them to make a mockery of their wedding vows before God, and he has chosen this young bride for us to look upon her body, and to molest with evil thoughts in our minds, and finally to fuck and to abuse in abominable ways." Again a murmur of approbation arose. David continued: "Our Lord Satan has sown his seeds of evil, and this young woman has shown her worth by offering a prayer to him while she was being fucked with the holy symbol of the crucifix." More murmurs of approval as David continued; "The husband of this pure offering to The Lord Devil, has seen the evil of the Satanic way, and willingly offers his chaste wife to be used in the practise of wickedness and evil." Here David motioned to Margie to step forth into the presence of the gathered congregation. I looked at my wife's face and saw her eyes wide with nervousness, and a flush upon her face, all of which made her look even more beautiful. She stepped forward onto the raised platform before the men who would abuse and corrupt her for Satan. There was a great hubbub of comments and sounds of approval from the gathered men. There were gasps at her pure loveliness and sexiness, as well as comments of praise, and a general enthusiasm and eagerness of the men to lay hands upon her pure body. I'd looked towards the darkened body of the church as Margie had stepped forward onto the raised platform, my gaze being greeted by a sea of faces all shrouded in the same black, hooded garb that David wore. I felt a shudder, not of fear for my wife, but of elation, as I thought of how she was to become their victim and a sacrifice to Satan.. David now beckoned to me to step forward, and he next addressed me directly. "Robert, having conformed to the rituals and rites of the Christian church in wedding Margaret, and having promised before God to honour your wife and remain true and faithful to her, do you now renounce those vows and give your wife to be abused and used in honour of The Evil One, The Lord Satan?" I felt overwhelming lust arising within me, and I felt my cock rapidly swelling as I answered in a firm, loud voice, "I DO." An appreciative murmur of approval, with one or two of the congregation commenting more audibly. "Fellow Satanists," David resumed, now addressing the congregation. "Let us behold this man's wife, the pure and lovely victim of Our Lord The Devil, as yet chaste and unsullied but even now with her mind filled by Satan's power, and wishing to become His whore and His harlot. Margaret's heart was racing, her mind was in a whirl. She'd listened to everything that had been said and had grown more and more lustful and excited. She knew that the moment she had stepped through that door, she was lost and would truly become a whore of The Devil, but she'd had no qualms about what she was doing, in fact she was savouring the wonderful moment of formally giving herself to The Evil One. I watched on with incredible lust and excitement as I saw my darling wife being gloated upon and offered to Satan. I knew that very soon she would be fucked and ravished by all of these assembled men. "Margaret," David now spoke again, addressing my wife. "Before God's altar you promised chastity and purity, you promised faithfulness towards your husband Robert, do you now freely renounce those vows?" Margaret went to speak but in her extreme excitement the words could hardly be heard even by David standing right before her. She took a deep breath and then in a pure and sweet voice, uttered the words "I DO." "And do you Margaret," David continued, smiling lecherously at her as he spoke, "Do you give yourself to Satan to be his whore and slut, that you may be made corrupt and sinful?" Once more Margaret answered clearly, "I DO?" "Do you offer your body to the disciples of Satan, that they may use you for wicked and sinful purposes that The Lord Devil shall be pleased to see your purity and chastity defiled and sullied?" Margaret's mind was surging with lustful excitement and she wondered if The Devil had indeed possessed her. Again in a clear, melodious voice she answered in the affirmative, "I DO." Whereas I had only been asked one question, it was obvious that David was turned on by making my wife answer many questions about her degradation. "Are you willing to become Satan's harlot?" she was asked. She replied, "I AM." "Are you desirous of becoming base and wicked and to have your body used for gross indecencies?" Again she replied, "I AM." David's grin had become more and more broad with each question. He now turned back to address the men in the congregation. "Brothers in wickedness," he said grinning, "let us please our Lord and Master, Satan, and destroy every last vestige of goodness in this victim of The Evil One. Let us truly make her his whore and slut and harlot. Turning to some large object that stood covered with purple silk shrouds, David announced, "let the slut be taught the difference between good and evil," with these words he pulled the silk cloth so that it fell away to reveal a life sized crucifix, that crucifix that had been a part of the original church for over one hundred years, and which had been venerated by worshippers for that length of time. Margie gasped when she saw the crucifix. Between the loins of Christ, protruded a huge, fat, curved, erect penis some two inches thick and perhaps ten inches long. At David's last words, the men in the congregation had eagerly surged forward to do what they would with Margie. Her beautiful underwear was now almost ripped from her body and several burly men now bodily lifted her naked body upwards towards the crucifix. At the same time she felt a greasy hand slopping muck onto her asshole, and she immediately knew the purpose as she was located on to the massive cock of Jesus which, with her downward weight, pressed at the hole of her ass, pushing it open so that the huge cock began to slide upwards into her body. "God!" she gasped as she felt the massive head of the cock opening her hole and stretching her anal passage wide. "Not a word we use here," one of the men laughed at her. "My Lord and Master, Satan," Margie gasped, correcting herself. The head of the huge cock had entered her hole and she felt as if she would be split open. The men held her upright in position and let her weight sink her slowly down on the cock of Christ as it slowly entered her bowels. She was gasping and panting, she had never before blasphemed but now, almost without thinking, and perhaps with The Devil controlling her mind, she uttered the words, "fuck me with the cock of Christ that I am sodomised for The Lord Satan." Fortunate that she was a petite little thing and light of weight, the massive thick cock only slowly penetrated up into her intestines but even so her anus did reach the bottom curve of the cock and she was supported impaled thus, gasping as she felt the huge thickness of Christ's cock stretching her incredibly, feeling the cock pressing and stretching the furthest recesses of her anal passage. In this position, the men buckled two leather straps around Margie's arms and fastened her to the cross bar of the crucifix so that she was like a crucified whore with the cock of Christ up her ass. While the number of men had been positioning and fastening Margie, other men had dragged another large object across in front of her. This object was slightly larger that the crucifix upon which Margie was fastened, and, being covered with a purple shroud, she assumed that it was another such figure of Christ upon the cross. Once Margie was positioned and fastened to the cross, with the huge cock deep within her bowels, David again stood in front of her and looking up at her, he said loudly so that all could hear, "Behold, slut of Satan, your Master." With these words he tugged the purple silk cloth which easily fell away to reveal a huge, magnificent, carved image of The Devil, similar to the portrait that she had first seen at David's apartment on the occasion of her being fucked with the crucifix. Margie gasped and stared at the splendour of the beast. It wasn't until a moment or two of staring at the cruel and fearsome face of the carved image before she looked further over the splendid being and saw a massive cock rising proudly from between the animal like loins of the Satanic Beast. The men now edged the carved image of Satan close to Margie so that the huge, thick cock pressed against her naked belly.. The closer it came to her, the more she was entranced by the eyes that looked straight into her own. At first she had the idea that the eyes were real but she told herself how could they be. And yet they stared cruelly into her own and seemed to be alive. She was truly entranced. She stared at the transfixing eyes, at first with some feelings of fear, then of fascination, and finally of submission and devotion. The men supported Margie once again, and undid the straps attaching her to the cross, then two men, standing on small stools, lifted her up off the cock of Christ, and then positioned her so that not only was that original cock still probing at her ass, but also the huge cock of The Devil was entering into her vagina. Slowly both cocks, those of Christ and Satan penetrated together into her body. She gasped as she felt the two massive cocks entering into both anus and vagina, stretching both channels incredibly. "Fucking whore! Filthy slut! Satanic cunt!" were just some of the comments that she heard and which filled her with ever increasing lust for what was being done to her. She clung to the animal like image of Satan, and gazed into the fascinating eyes. Never had she experienced such a feeling, she felt that she must surely be ripped open by the massive cocks within her body, and yet her holes seemed to slowly accommodate them and she felt more wonderful than she had ever felt in her entire life. While she hung there impaled, the men had been busy fastening some machines to the base of the two statues. A switch was thrown and a dull droning noise began. A lever on each machine was then operated and both crucifix and figure of Satan began to tremble so that the two cocks vibrated within her ass and cunt. "VE STNA, HL STN, LD f DKNSS, RG STNA" Margie's words came out like a chant of Devilish ritual. Electrodes were next placed in close proximity and green arcs of electric discharge flowed and quivered over Margie's naked body. Her body shook and quivered, with the green arcs of electricity crackling and twisting. "VE SATNA" she babbled over and over and over. Robert got very excited at seeing his wife subjected to such spectacular treatment, and thinking that she was being electrocuted to death. "No, no, it's not lethal," one of the men told him after he'd said something about Margie being killed. "It's just very nasty," the man laughed. "The fucking whore is really fucked isn't she," After some ten minutes of subjection to this treatment, David finally threw the switch. The violent arcing and the shaking of the vibrators stopped. Margie slumped between the crucifix and the Satanic Idol, panting and gasping, her magnificently naked body glistening with perspiration. Many hands lifted her from the cocks and her ass and cunt gaped open after the incredible fucking from the two massive cocks. "All right," David said, taking charge, "onto the altar with the whore." She was lifted up by many willing hands, and in a moment her naked body was lying upon the black altar, her arms and legs askew and hanging over the edges. The men eagerly gathered around Margaret's body upon the black altar. "Lord Satan," David began, addressing the disciples. He then began babbling a strange tongue unlike anything that Robert had ever heard. Somewhere along the way he seemed to revert to English,. "Ever and ever for Satan's glory, who's power and kingdom is his, into evil deliver us, with wicked temptation and covetness of our neighbour's wife, this kingdom of evil is forever yours Lord Satan the Evil One knowing all wickedness, sin and corruption. Take then this woman sacrificed upon your altar, ravage her mind and body, and take her to torment and destroy for your glory and honour Lord Satan. Let us, your disciples abuse and ravage the body of this woman, taking all good from her to be replaced with corruption and sin. May you so defile her Lord Satan, that she becomes vile and corrupt. David then once more drifted into the strange mumbo-jumbo not unlike the words that Margaret had used when being electrified and tortured. "VE STNA, HL STN, LD f DKNSS, RG STNA" David then gave Robert a card and told him to deliver the prayer to Satan. Robert looked at the card, and began to recite the words: "My Lord and Master, Satan. I give to you my wife to use as you wish. May she, a fallen christian and follower of god, be pleasing to you oh Lord Satan, in that she, once holy and pure, is now vile and filled with sin. May it please you oh Lord Satan, to see your disciples make every foul and sinful use of my wife's body in your name, and may it please you that I give her to You, through your disciples, to use in any way that they may see that it pleases you, even in life or in death. AVE SATANA." Upon completion of this strange ritual, the men fell upon Margie's body and took everything that they wanted, fucking her mouth, cunt, and ass; mauling her breasts, touching every private part of her body. Nothing was spared so that before long every orifice in her body was a mess of sperm, sloppy and dribbling. Some men had demon masks with horns and evil eyes, some had adopted masks in the form of goats heads, and all of these Margie gave her lusting body to, as if to The Devil, Satan. Never had she felt such lustfulness for sexual depravity. She thrilled in the knowledge that all was evil and wicked, done in the name of Satan. Man after man had his desire with Margaret, many, after a short time, coming back to again rape and abuse her body, this time in one opening, next time in another. Not one man at a time by any means, at times she had two, three, four men abusing her femininity until she was vile and corrupted. The men continually fucked and abused her voluptuous body, with many more milling about her and wanting their turn with her lovely nakedness. Margie freely gave of herself, lusting and desiring more and more of the lovely, big, hard cocks that entered her body by way of cunt, mouth and ass. Her hands groped about for those cocks that were waiting and not actually in her body. She , when men ejaculated into her mouth, happily swallowed it down and then looked about her for the next cock that was to fuck her mouth. Those men who called her a whore of Satan, or some other demeaning name, she responded to all the more, not that there was any cock that she didn't respond to. Now one man pushed his entire hand up into Margie's sperm soaked cunt. This was a sign for others to try the same, at first only using her stretched and sloppy cunt, but soon she was heaved this way and that as her ass too became an orifice for men's hands to enter. Never in her life had Margaret felt so used and abused, and she revelled in it, responding to every abuse of her body, wanting ever more and more. She knew that now she belonged to The Devil Satan, and she wanted to be sinful and unholy in the extreme for Him. She knew that she would do anything whatsoever that was evil and wicked, she wanted this treatment to never stop, and indeed, it went on for some hours of incredible lust and debauchery.. David standing next to Robert, looked upon the scene of total depravity, and with a smile said, "your wife Margaret is truly possessed by The Devil now," then he added with a malicious grin, "we'll do this sort of thing a few more times before we use her in celebrating a Black Mass."

We hung out with Stephanie for no other reason than friendship. She was one of the boys and her lack of penis rarely came up in conversations. But when she floated the idea of an all-night gaming sleepover at her place, it wasn't the power of friendship that made all five of us clear our schedules instantly; a sleepover at Steph’s place meant sleeping in the same house as her mom. Our brief encounters with the women left us drooling cavemen and, as soon as Steph was out of earshot, the conversation turned into about what her mom’s outrageously hot body was last wrapped in. Whether it’s tight gym clothes or a loose sundress, our male gaze inevitably gravitates toward the shape of her huge braless melons, but I swear, her bright wide smile is her most captivating feature. She smiles at you like you’re a high school crush, like a brief encounter with you is a life-changing experience. Her body gives you an erection, but that smile makes you fall in love. We were down in Steph’s basement, either playing Mortal Kombat or watching for new fatalities. I was battling Steph but my head wasn’t really in the game. I assume every other guy was also fantasizing about getting lost on our way to the bathroom and interrupting Steph’s mom’s yoga or catching her changing. “Fucking owned, you little bitch,” Steph shouted, delivering a killing blow to a character who hadn’t moved in a while. I didn’t even hear her at first, my brain had put all senses except for sight on the back burner while I watched an amazing pair of athletic legs loading vertically in the stairway. Steph’s mom hopped down in nothing but a thin loose romper that someone would normally wear around the house once they were sure no guests were coming over. The beating heart in Kano’s hand did not come through the surround-sound speakers louder than those of five young men watching breasts almost as big as their head almost bouncing out of a plunging v-neck. It wasn’t happening in slow motion like in movies, but I was still able to savor every nanosecond of the wild breast tango from the moment they were visible. “Who's playing next?” Steph turned her head when no one answered and caught us all red-eyed. “Mom!" She shifted the blame." You said you weren’t going to bother us.” “I just need to take care of the laundry, Stephy. I won’t get in your way.” Time Out! Neither character moved during the next fight. Two hot women fighting to the death had nothing on Steph’s mom taking care of laundry. She went on all fours to empty the dryer, presenting her peach like a grocery store sample. The bottom part of her romper was bootier than the bootiest rap video booty shorts yet loose enough in the front to flash glimpses of rear-pussy when she rummaged for lost socks. Then she bent over the washing machine to get the wet clothes out, giving us a new angle of her perfect peach and exposing even more pussy when she lifted a leg to snatch a pink thong at the very bottom. “Are you done, Mom?” “Yes, yes,” she said. But the show was not done; she bent over to pick up the basket of clean clothes and gave us a view of the entirety of her dangling breasts through the slack neck hole. “You boys need anything while I’m here?” “They’re fine, Mom.” “Juice? Snacks? Tittyfuck?” “Eww Mom. Just leave, please.” “Ehm, excuse me.” My friend raised a finger. “What was that last one?” Her famous smile beamed in our general direction. “You boys look like you don’t get a lot of tittyfucks at home.” She was right. It’s not something I would ever ask of my mom or sister for, but she was right. She put down the laundry basket and walked over to our half-circle of couches. We were already stunned speechless before she let her flimsy shoulder straps slide off and freed her big natural tits from their limited restraints. “For f— sake, Mom, at least keep your clothes on.” In Steph’s mom’s defense, a one-piece does not allow for subtle under-the-shirt titjobs. “They have the internet, Stephy. They’ve seen plenty of boobies.” Not like these. The internet doesn’t have swooping bells that large and perfect, jiggling like water balloons just from their owner talking. I checked. “Horny boys can’t think straight and will do stupid things if they don’t drain the snake multiple times a day. I do what needs to be done so you don’t end up pregnant, Stephy. Who wanted a tittyfuck?” “I’ll take one.” I started saying it before she even finished her sentence, which got me first in line. Steph’s mom smiled at my eagerness and kneeled on the basement carpet between my open legs. “Do you want to get it out or should I?” Even with a topless woman resting her tits on my crotch, I had trouble wrapping my mind around what ‘it’ was. Thankfully, my hesitation was enough of an answer; Steph’s mom undid my belt, pulled down my pants, and fished the erection out of my boxers. She stroked it a few times with her hands, but the gesture was symbolic; I was already rock-hard. Anxiety added to my racing pulse: I took a shower this morning, but isn’t that an eternity ago to someone panting inches away from your peehole? Steph’s mom’s beautiful smile and the softness of her satin pillows jerking off my cock melted my worries away. Clearly, she didn’t share any of my concerns by the way she was bobbing her chest on my crotch like it was a titty trampoline. My head kept dipping back from overwhelming ecstasy, and I had to will it straight to continue watching the show. She was always looking back at me, locking her hazel eyes to mine even if I sometimes stared at her squished boobies instead. As the bouncing breasts massaged my cock, a new worry threatened to tarnish the greatest moment of my life: What if I cum too soon? Should I be warning her? Is there even a box of tissues nearby? With intuition or sexual experience, Steph’s mom anticipated my hesitation and ejaculation by wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock. Who could hold on after that? I let the cum flow as she pressed her tits together hard like making a mold of my cock and sucked my glans to milk my balls dry. And because I can’t seem to go two minutes without worrying about something, I began wondering if there was such a thing as abusing a generous fellatio by pouring too much cream. Yet the sound of my thick goop erupting was always followed by the sound of a hungry throat swallowing. To Steph’s mom, at least, there didn’t seem to be such a thing as too much cum. After one final swallow, the woman deactivated her suction cup of a mouth and reshaped it into her usual smile. I couldn’t believe she drank it all or that she enjoyed it enough to suck and lick what was left in her mouth for one true final swallow. “You must be feeling better, huh?” she said after running one last cleaning lap around the glans with her tongue. “Who else said they wanted one?” I’m surprised no one broke an arm raising them so fast. Still dazed by my turn, I just sat back and chilled while listening to the erotic sounds of my homies getting their own pipe-cleaning titty massage. When I remembered Steph was still down here with us, rolling her eyes every time one of her friends let out a moan, I politely tucked away my cock until it was my turn again. Eventually, the tittyfucks became commonplace enough for us to start playing the game again while Steph mom’s did her rounds; ‘Who’s turn is it?’ Always needed some clarification. I didn’t say no to a second round or third or fourth, each lasting longer than the previous one but always ending in an explosive finish on Steph’s mom’s welcoming tongue. “Well, I’m going to wash up then spend the night in the guest bedroom.” Steph’s mom said when everyone was too sexually exhausted to immediately offer her breasts an erection. “If anyone gets cold, feel free to join me for a bit and we can warm up together.” “So, who’s going to fuck Steph’s mom first?” asked one of my friends. Just hearing the running water splashing against the MILF’s perfect body had us ready for action again. “What? That is not what she meant.” Steph had a new reason to be outraged, but our silence eventually convinced her that it was absolutely what her mother meant. “Guys, please don’t have sex with my mom.” “I think we should keep the same order as before,” I said, fairly sure that Steph would forgive me one day for fucking her mom. “No way," several voices objected. "You’re saying that because you want to go first again?” “No, it would just be less confusing that way.” I wanted to go first again. “Can you guys at least not argue about who’s fucking my mom first in front of me? Can I have at least that?!” Steph’s reasonable objection put an end to the negotiation which meant I won by default. Thanks, Steph. I entered the guest bedroom shortly after the water stopped running. The timing couldn’t have been better; Steph’s mom was coming out of the joint bathroom wearing a small towel wrapped in a way that failed to fully cover her top and bottom. It was the first time I saw her smoothly waxed budding tulip from the front. “Cold already?” She winked. “Come, let’s warm up.” She opened her towel, revealing every square inch of her goddess body I hadn’t seen before, and climbed into the low bed. She embraced me in a hug as soon as I joined her in the nude. Her skin was initially cold from the shower, but her body’s warmth seeped into my bones as I drowned in her tits. “You’re still all wound up after all the milking you’ve gone through,” she said, feeling my erection against her thigh. “My poor boy. Mommy’s going to take care of you.” If this sounds awkward to you, it’s because you weren’t there, nibbling at her nipples. “Sh-Should I wear a condom?” “I was just saying that to scare Stephy. Girls want to feel the veins of your cock and your cum oozing down their inner thighs once you’re done breeding them like baby factories. I want you to empty your balls deep inside my womb as often as you want.” When a woman with the body of a lingerie model spreads her legs and tells you to breed her, you just have to convince yourself it’s probably a safe day and go for it. I penetrated her like it was the most natural thing in the world then turned the bed into a raft in a violent storm. My fingers dug into the tit meat for they had grown so jealous of my cock in the last few hours. Every thrust and every squeeze was rewarded with a deep moan. She made it seem like I could do no wrong as I paid back all the passion she had put into her breast massage. And it’s while riding that high (and shooting my load) that I leaned in for a kiss. Even after five titjobs and one passionate sex session, I still wasn’t sure that was appropriate. I reached out with my lips, but she was the one who orchestrated the passionate tongue dance and intense saliva mixing. I moved my grip from boobs to butt so I could get closer to her, merge with her. We continued making out long after the last sperm had entered her fallopian tubes, long enough for someone to knock on the door asking if I was done. Steph had gone upstairs but I doubt there was a room in the house shielded from her mother’s very vocal lust. I fell asleep on the couch to the moans coming through the guest bedroom's door. There was no jealousy at all. Taking care of Steph’s mom’s libido had been established to be a five-man job and I couldn’t think of four better guys to share the burden with. It was great sharing our experience over pancakes that Steph’s mom made for us in a sheer red négligée the next morning. No one else would have believed that she was under the table sucking and jerking our morning woods. It took a few months but Steph seems to have forgiven us. She understandably goes to her dad’s place every weekend while we fuck her mom like a relay marathon. We might see another tantrum when she finds out she’s going to be a big sister, though. She’ll ask us not to impregnate her mom ever again but... that’s not really up to us.

This is my first story involving bestiality. Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts in the comments section. -------------------------------------------------------- When I first met Mollie, I knew exactly what I was getting into. We were both in a bar and she was plastered, dancing on a table with all her friends cheering her on. They were having a blast and she looked sexy as hell in her short skirt. I could easily confirm that she was wearing a sexy purple thong. Anyhow, after she got off the table, she made her way to the restroom. I walked behind her and “accidentally” bumped into her on her way back to her friends. I accused her of running into me and thankfully she liked what she saw. We started talking - flirting, really. She invited me to join her and her friends and six months later, we are still together. She is one of the sexiest and craziest girls I have ever dated. I am 6'2” and she's exactly how I like them – short, cute, long hair down past the middle of her back, big tits and a round ass that sticks out nicely. She stands at 5'2” and has green eyes and black hair with 34 C tits that look fucking great on her small frame. I have received plenty of compliments from friends and family on landing such a gorgeous girl. That's the great part. The not so great part is that she has been cheated on by a few boyfriends and she can be clingy at times. Why anybody would be stupid enough to cheat on her is beyond me. Anyhow, because of this, I, at times, end up paying for all their wrong doings. She can be insecure and is often texting me, asking me where am I and what am I doing. I'm sure you all know the type. It gets tiring until I have her on all fours and my cock buried deep in her hot, little cunt. Plus, because of her insecurities, she tries harder to please me. I don't have a porn-star dick, but it is larger than normal with a big mushroom head that is bigger than the shaft. When we are in bed, she wants to make me happy and is willing to do anything. She is definitely a submissive and I take full advantage. We have tried just about everything and she is always willing to do whatever I tell her. The wildest thing she has done is probably when I had her suck my dick after I had cum in her best friends ass. Yes, I had her convince her best friend to join us in a threesome. When she did that, I knew I owned her and she would do exactly whatever I told her to do. I treat her good and she often tells me that I am the best boyfriend she's ever had. One day we came home drunk from a night out with her friends. Same as the night I first met her, she got drunk and had a blast with her friends. At the end of the night, we headed home with me telling her how sexy she looked and how hard I was going to fuck her when we got home. When we finally got there, I was true to my word. I first had her suck my cock to get her ready, this always gets her nice and wet. When she had me hard she got on her back and I fucked her like never before. She really had me turned on with the flirty skirt she had worn that night. Plus, there were several guys trying to get with her.. That has never bothered me. Quite the contrary – it turns me on to know she's coming home with me and I'm the one that gets to fuck her. It really is a big turn on when she looks hot and other guys hit on her. Tonight was not an exception. Several guys had been hitting on her and I was asking her if it turned her on knowing that those guys wanted to fuck her because they could see her panties and were hoping to see her bald cunt. Telling her this as I fucked her got her closer to orgasm. I must have gone on for more than half an hour, just pounding that tight, little pussy of hers, giving her more orgasms than I could remember when I finally erupted, painting the inside walls of her cunt with my cum and making her scream with delight as I shot deep into her. She always loves feeling my cum shooting into her cunt. When we first got home, we went straight into my room. We were in such a hurry that we didn't close the door behind us. As much as she loves Lolli, Mollie would get weirded out when she was in the room while we were having sex. She would stare at us and it would freak out Mollie . So, we usually kept her out until we were done, But, tonight, we were so desperate for each other that we did not remember to close the door. When I was done fucking Mollie, I looked over and noticed that Lolli was in the corner just lying down AND looking at us. However, she did something that was a bit odd, but I ended up ignoring. While I was laying in bed next to Mollie, Lolli lifted her nose in the air and started sniffing around, trying to figure out what she was smelling. She quickly got up and keep sniffing the air as she got closer and closer to us. I was still buzzing and decided to let her figure out whatever she was looking for as I laid my head back on the pillow. “Oh fuck!” Mollie all of a sudden yelled out. I turned to see what happened and saw Lolli trying to lick her pussy. This was definitely getting interesting. “Get away! Get away, Lolli!” she yelled at my dog, trying to push her away, but Lolli would not listen and tried licking her several times before I said something that surprised her. “Mollie! Stop yelling at her!” “Babe, she's trying to lick my pussy. What the fuck!” “Let her.” “What? Are you fucking sick?” she asked, as she tried pushing her away. Lolli was pretty insistent on getting what she was after. “Stop pushing her away and let her do what she wants.” I was a bit louder with an authoritative voice. It was the same voice she would respond to when I would order her around. The same voice that appealed to her submissive side. “...but, babe. It feels weird.” she responded in defeated tone. “Open your legs for her.” I told her, once again using an authoritative voice. I was pretty sure what Lolli was after and my warped mind wanted to see if Lolli was really after what I thought. Without arguing back, Mollie slowly started opening her legs, looking at me with a look that told me she couldn't believe I was making her do that. My cum was dripping out of her cunt and Lolli started licking it up. She kept licking Mollie's pussy, over and over and over. Mollie's head soon fell back and her eyes closed as she started moaning. It was obvious she was loving the way Lolli was licking her pussy, unaware that what she was really after was my cum. Unbeknownst to Mollie, I had been allowing Lolli to lick up my cum whenever I was in my room jacking off. It all started out of sick curiosity, but the fact was that she loved slurping it up. Close to a year ago, before I met Mollie, I was in my room jacking off. It was in the middle of the week and I'd gone out with some friends. I came home buzzing and since I struck out that night, I went home to take care of things myself. When I finally came, I had cum on my hands and Lolli happened to be lying in bed next to me. I extended my hand out, offering Lolli my cum to see what she would do. She smelled and licked it up right away, like any good bitch would. When I saw this, I called her over and she stood up. I tapped my stomach and she quickly started licking up the cum on my stomach. Afterwards, she started licking my dick after she was done with the cum on my stomach. Lolli's a rescue. She's a 50 lb female boxer and her previous owner had her for a couple of years before placing her for adoption. She's a good dog, but he was in the military and getting stationed overseas. At least that's the story I was told. For the past year and a half, Lolli had been a great dog. My niece helped me name her. Lolli is short for Lollipop because according to Sandy she licks everybody as if they were a lollipop. At first her tongue felt weird, but it started feeling good and I could feel my cock starting to get hard. I felt confused about the whole thing, but never pushed her away. I was curious on where this would go. Before I knew it, my dick was hard and ready for round two. I grabbed my cock and started masturbating again, only this time Lolli kept lick my cockhead. My hand was stroking up and down my shaft as I enjoyed her tongue on the tip of my dick. It was her version of a blowjob, but it felt really fucking good. It was fucking confusing. How could a dog get me sexually aroused? I kept jacking off as she kept licking my dick. It was a funny coincidence I could never share with Sandy. Lolli was being true to her name by licking my dick as if she were licking a, yup, you guessed it, a lollipop. It seemed like Lolli was trying to figure out how many licks it would take to make me cum. I ended up jacking off a couple of more times that night before I finally fell asleep. Lollli looked very happy with a belly full of cum. Like a kid with a new toy, I raced home the next day after work and after taking her for a walk and having dinner, I got completely naked and jumped into bed. Lolli was right there next to me. I started jacking off and she started licking her new favorite Lollipop. This new thing between us soon became a nightly thing. She couldn't get enough of my cum and I loved the feeling of her tongue on my cock. After Mollie and I started dating, I didn't jack off as often and Lolli was deprived of my cum. It had been a while since she'd had any cum, so I can only imagine she was desperate for some that fateful night. She gave Mollie a licking like never before with her tongue licking her pussy like only a dog can when they find something they like. She was obviously doing something right because Mollie started pushing her hips up and down and her moaning got louder and louder as she maintained eye contact with me. I could see the pleasure she was experiencing through her eyes, until she yelled out that she was cumming. This was followed by a loud long moan before she begged me to pull Lolli away, telling me she couldn't take it anymore, claiming she was losing her mind. I pulled Lolli away and took her out of the room, closing the door behind me before getting back into bed. “Holy shit, babe! That was fucking awesome! Did you know she was going to do that?” “No, not a clue. Do you think she might be lesbian?” I asked with a grin, as I laughed at my own stupid joke. “Babe, did that really turn you on? Look at your dick!” My cock was stiff and pointing north. “Fuck yeah! That is the hottest thing I've ever seen. My two bitches were having sex.” I told her with a smile still on my face. She started laughing at my comment as she tried tickling to get back at me. “Did that really turn you on?” she asked in her sweet voice. “Yeah. It was so nasty and depraved. It turned me on watching her lick my cum out of your pussy and then the way you were moaning. She was giving you oral pleasure and it made you cum. That was fucking wild!” “Oh, really? Maybe you should come in my pussy every time so she can do it again.” she said as she got on me and guided my hard cock into her wet pussy as she started riding me cowgirl. “Is this what you want, baby? You want your cock in my filthy, little pussy so you can fill me up with your cum and have Lolli come in here and lick it all up?” She kept talking dirty to me about me cumming in her and Lolli licking her pussy. She even mentioned about coming over when I wasn't home so she could have some alone time with Lolli and have her lick her pussy. I wasn't sure how serious she was but, her dirty talk was getting me close to cumming and I'm sure she could see it in my face. “Is that what you like hearing, baby. That your little bitch likes licking my pussy?” That was enough. I came in her pussy as if it was the first time that night. All her talking had me in a whirlwind and I came like a a fucking champion. She got off me and laid down next to me, asking me if what she was saying turned me on. I told her it did and asked if she was serious about coming over when I wasn't there. “Maybe.” she told me while winking her eye. Fuck, that was hot just thinking about it. “Babe?” “Yeah?” I answered, unsure what was going on in her head. “Can you open the door and let Lolli in?” After that night, Lolli became a part of our love making. At first, her role was limited to licking Mollie's pussy after I had cum in her, giving her several orgasms until she would beg me to pull her away. Gradually that changed and Lolli became more involved while we fucked. We started having threesomes with Lolli where I might be fucking Mollie from behind and Lolli would start licking her from below. That was one of my favorites because I could feel her tongue on my cock as Lolli stuck her head under us to lick her pussy. “Do you like that, baby? Can you feel your little girl's tongue on your cock?” Other times, Mollie would be riding me reverse cowgirl. This only made it easier for Lolli to attack Mollie's pussy while we fucked. I swear, Mollie was totally into the whole depraved interaction between her and Lolli. She may not have been for it in the beginning, but she was all in after the first time. It was her that had asked that we let Lolli stay in the room the first time she joined us. She loved having her pussy licked while I shoved my cock deep into her cunt. Another one of her favorites was to have me cum in her ass. She would practically starts howling as Lolli gave her a rim job. I knew what she was experiencing because on several occasions, when I was alone with Lolli, I caught most of my cum in my hand and reached around to spread it in my crack. I'll tell you, it is an experience you will never forget. Lolli gave me one of the best rim jobs I have ever experienced, the way her tongue just keeps going and going and going is just fucking wonderful. One night after licking Mollie's cunt, I pulled Lolli away, but didn't bother putting her out of the room. I pointed to her bed and told her to lie down. Instead, she only walked half way there before coming back to bed with us and started licking my cock. I tried pushing her away, but Mollie asked me to let her. She started rubbing her pussy, telling me how hot it looked. She was fingering herself as she saw Lolli's tongue on my cock. In turn, it reacted the same way it always did whenever she licked it. Lolli was running her tongue up and down my shaft, making me feel good and my cock was getting fucking hard. Not one to let a good erection go to waste, Mollie was back on me. Riding my cock and telling how fucking horny she got watching Lolli licking my dick. After that night, after Lolli was done licking her pussy, she would come over and clean up my cock. My cock would get hard and Mollie and I would soon be fucking soon thereafter. “Do you know what I think would be so fucking hot?” Mollie and I had been dating about a year around this time and we were lying in bed, exhausted and resting after having fucked three consecutive times before she posed this question to me. “What babe?” “If you could fuck Lolli. That would be so fucking crazy. Can you imagine?” The thought had crossed my mind on a few occasions. I had noticed the way her pussy lips stood out behind her, but I could never imagine my cock fitting in her. I would only end up hurting her and I wasn't willing to do that to her. “Even if I wanted to, her pussy is too small.” “Yeah, you're probably right. Still, you gotta admit, that would've been so fucking nasty. That bitch loves you so much, she would love to have you fill her up with that cum she loves so much.” We soon changed the subject, but the idea did not exactly leave my thoughts. Mollie and I worked during the week and usually only saw each other during the weekend. She would come over on Friday and not leave until Monday morning. She would drive straight to work Monday mornings. During the rest of the week, it was only Lolli and me. A few weeks after Mollie had mentioned about me fucking Lolli, I was in bed, naked and getting ready to masturbate. Lolli would usually be there helping. For some reason, this time she was next to me on the bed with her back to me. I looked over and I could see her protruding pussy lips. I let go of my cock and decided to do a little exploring. I started off slow, just running my finger over her pussy, up and down her slit, the same way Mollie loved it. Lolli didn't react at first, but that didn't stop me. I stopped momentaritly and reach for the KY I kept in my night stand. I applied some to both my finger and her tiny slit and went back to playing with her pussy. The whole thing was getting me aroused. She was my dog, but playing with her pussy was getting me hard and my breathing was starting to increase. The more aroused I got, the faster I started rubbing her pussy. Soon, the little stub she has for a tail started wagging side to side, faster and faster. I couldn't hold back any longer and my finger slid into her. I couldn't believe I was literally finger-fucking my dog and she just laid there, allowing me as my finger kept sliding in and out. Mollie was right. She was allowing to molest her and was loving it. That was when my little head decided I needed to try and fuck her. I was finger-fucking her with one finger and I needed to see how big her pussy could get. I tried inserting a second finger and it seemed like Lolli was experiencing some discomfort, but not enough to move away. She just kept wagging her stubby little tail. I kept at it and my cock was starting to hurt as it got harder with a surplus of blood flowing into it. My relationship with Lolli was obviously quite different than what other dog owners had with their dogs. She loved eating my cum and had taken part in Mollie and my love making. Today would be a new first for us. It was time to consummate our unconventional relationship. I lined up my cock and poured a generous amount of KY on my cock and her pussy lips before I started rubbing my cockhead up and down her slit, the same way I had been stimulating her with my finger. I later found out this would have been the same way a stud would have enticed her before mounting her. He would've lick her pussy to get her ready. I kept rubbing her with my cock and her tail had not stopped wagging while she laid there on the bed enjoying what I was doing to her. I kept rubbing her pussy lips until I couldn't wait any longer. I need to be in her. I needed to fuck her. Holding her in place with one hand, I grabbed my cock with my other hand and started pushing forward. Her pussy lips started opening up and my cock started making it's way in. The moment my fat cockhead started stretching her open, she started whining loudly. It was as though she was crying. I could only assume I was probably stretching her out for the first time. She had probably never been fucked before. When she started whining loudly, I should've pulled out. Instead, it only got me more aroused and made me want to fuck her even more. I pushed in harder and my cockhead popped in. As much as she whimpered, I kept pushing in until my cock was completely in. Without exaggeration, her pussy was the tightest and hottest pussy I had ever fucked. It was so fucking tight it felt like someone's hand had a grip on my cock. The whole time I pushed my way in, she had been trying to pull away, but now she just stayed without moving or trying to get away and her little pussy felt amazing. I started pulling out and pushing in and soon I had a rhythm going with her pussy gripping my cock as I fucked her. It's crazy to say out loud, but I was literally fucking my dog. My arousal level was through the roof and I knew I wasn't going to last long. I thought about it for a second and realized the great thing about fucking Lolli was that I didn't have to worry about lasting long. It wasn't like she was going to complain. I grabbed onto her and started fucking her hard with the sole intent of cumming. Very soon my nuts were tightening up and I knew I was close. How fucking insane? I was getting ready to cum in Lolli's pussy with my cock stuffed deep in her cunt. The whole thing was intense! I kept fucking her nonstop and in less than a minute, I was shooting my cum into her, feeling the same incredible feeling I felt when fucking Mollie. When done, I pulled out and laid on my back, catching my breath and thinking about all the crazy shit I had done in my life, this was probably at the top of the list. I looked over and saw Lolli with her head between her legs starting to lick her pussy as my cum dripped out. Crazy bitch, even after I raped her little pussy, she was still wanting to lick up her master's cum. Afterwards, when she was done with her pussy she got up and came over looking for more as she started cleaning up my cock. Needless to say, my cock started getting hard once again. Did I do her again? Of course I did. I grabbed and turned her around. The interesting thing was that the second time I started fucking her, my cock slid in a lot easier and not once did she try pulling away. She just stood there and allowed me take advantage of her. Was that proof that she loved it? I ended up fucking her a total of three times that first night. As excited as I had been the entire day at work, looking forward to a repeat of the night before with Lolli, I sort of changed my mind when I got home. When I got there, I ended up feeding her before taking her for a walk. The extra long walk gave me time to think and I'm sure she loved the extra time out of the apartment. After we got back, I ended up having dinner and did some work before finally putting everything away and settling down for some TV before calling it a night. When I sat on the sofa, Lolli came over and sat next to me, resting her head on my lap. As I watched TV, I mindlessly started petting and “brushing' her hair with my hand as I ran it from her shoulders down to her hind legs, Nothing I had not done in the past. During my walk, I had contemplated my actions from the night before and started wondering if I had taken advantage of her with what I had done. She was a dog, so it wasn't like she could talk. But, she wasn't trying to get away the second time I fucked her. In fact, it seemed like she was actually enjoyng herself. All of a sudden, I could feel my cock starting to react as I started recalling how tight her little cunt felt on my cock. It got me excited and I could feel myself getting harder thinking about what she sounded like when I first entered her, it was as if she was getting fucked for the first time as I stretched her open. Had I taken her virginity? Was I the first one to ever fuck her tight, little pussy? While these thoughts went through my head, my hand naturally gravitated towards the warmth of her pussy. My mind was in a daze as I relived fucking Lolli the night before, reminding myself of her tight pussy and how awesome it felt when I came in her. I started playing with her pussy and I could feel her stubby tail starting to wag faster and faster the more I stimulated her. I was getting aroused and started rubbing it harder and harder and her tail was wagging faster and faster. The thought that I may have done something wrong the night before was quickly fading away. One of my fingers started invading her pussy and the funny thing was that she started whimpering. It wasn't loud, as if I was hurting her. It sounded more like a moan, if that even makes sense. It was one long soft howl as opposed to whimpering. She continued as my finger went in and out. I too was getting sexually aroused and my cock was hard as a rock. The idea of fucking my little girl again was something I was starting to contemplate. So much for my concern about taking advantage of her. From her reaction to me finger-fucking her, she didn't seem to be suffering. Quite the opposite as she continued her slow, long howl. After about fifteen minutes of giving her sexual pleasure, my hand started getting tired and I needed to rest. I pulled out my finger and the craziest thing happened. Something I never expected. Lolli jumped off the sofa and standing on the floor, she looked up at me and started crying. She was looking up at me and whimpering. She sounded the same as when I come home after being gone for a long time and then she stuck her nose in my crotch and started sniffing. She started licking my crotch, it was as if she could smell my cock and knew I was hard. She stopped licking and things got even crazier. She turned around and stood there in front of me with her ass pointing at me. She was presenting herself to me. She turned her head back to me and starting whimpering as she started grinding her swollen pussy lips up against my legs. The little bitch was literally begging me to fuck her. Stimulating her pussy had her horny and she was begging for daddy's cock. She felt the need to be fucked. I quickly stoop up, pushed my shorts along with my briefs down to the floor and got on my knees to have my dick at the same level as her swollen pussy lips. It felt natural to bend down and lick her pussy, she deserved it, after all. The longer I licked her pussy, the harder my cock got, if that was even possible. I was finally ready to take what was mine. Lolli had made it perfectly clear that her pussy was mine and she needed to be fucked. I got behind her, lined up my dick with her sexy pussy lips and spit a few times on my cock. I wanted it to be well lubricated so it wouldn't hurt her much going in. It was time. I lined up my cock with one hand and grabbed her with the other and started pushing in as I pulled her back to me. As I started penetrating her, she kept wagging her tail and gave out what sounded like a cry. I just assumed it was a sigh of pleasure, similar to how Mollie sounds when I first enter her. She's just letting me know how good it feels. Lolli was just doing the same. She was letting me know her appreciation. Unlike the night before, I planned on taking my time and not just go full speed. She had begged me to fuck her and I was going to take my time and make sure she enjoyed it. I started off slow after I had bottomed out. Her pussy felt great, it felt just as tight as it had the night before. I pulled out and then pushed back in with Lolli just standing there and not trying to get away like she did the first time. Instead, she stood there panting. At times, it felt like she tried pushing back for maximum penetration. Doggy was obviously her favorite and that's how I fucked her. Over the next half hour, I would come close to cumming, but would stop for a moment before I continued. I was edging myself as I held on while fucking her nice and hard, pounding her pussy hard, giving her what she had asked for. At times I would slow down, going in and out nice and slow, making sure she was getting what she wanted. Other times, I would give her short in and out strokes with the head of my cock at her opening. I wanted to make sure she was getting the pleasure she deserved. But, all good things must come to an end. I started fucking her hard when I felt a tingle, with my balls hitting hard against her until I finally shoved my cock deep into her tight cunt and filled her up. I was doing what Mollie had claimed - that Lolli wanted me to fill her pussy up with my cum. It felt different than the night before. This time, I was fucking her at her request, shooting my sperm deep into her pussy as I came. I wondered if she wished I could get her pregnant. I stayed there for a moment, trying to regain my breath until I finally pulled out. I laid there on the living room floor as she too laid down next to me. Unlike Mollie who would've snuggled up to me, Lolli turned her head and started licking her pussy as my cum leaked out. She loved my cum and it seemed like she just couldn't get enough of it. She went at it for about five minutes before she came over and started licking the cum off my flaccid dick. Needless to say, my dick started getting hard once again. Everything was now different between Lolli and me. I had a live-in bitch willing to fuck whenever I wanted. Her pussy was mine and I could take it whenever I wanted. We ended up fucking two more times that night. By the end, I was drained and needed to get some sleep if I planned on being productive the next day. I had a lot of thinking to do. Should I share with Mollie my new discovery? ---------------- Comments, please. Should I bother continuing the story?

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This story is copyright (c) 2013 by The Technician ( Technician666@Gmail.Com. ) Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Stacy wouldn’t have spent the money to add it, but when she bought her new home it was already in place. She wasn’t that into gardening, but the previous owner had kept a very large flower garden on the spacious grounds and had a large, glass enclosure attached to the back of the house alongside the deck where she raised prize-winning violets. It wasn’t really glass. The clear, curved panels of its roof and the not-so-clear panels of its walls were actually some sort of heavy plastic. It faced south so the full force of the sun shone on it throughout the day. The description of the home on the realtor’s website said it had an attached greenhouse, but as the realtor showed Stacy around the place, she constantly referred to it as a hothouse. “Even if you don’t want to use it for plant seedlings,” the realtor had chirped. “It makes a very efficient solar collector and already has fans in place to circulate the warmth collected throughout the house in the cool days of fall and early spring.” She flipped a large switch and added, “And in the summertime, just open the roof panels and all heat escapes through the roof as cool air is pulled in through the louvers at the bottom.” She flipped the switch in the opposite direction and said smartly, “Perfect for the gardener or the environmentalist.” Stacy was neither a gardener nor an environmentalist, she was a free-lance writer who worked from home and wrote everything from advertising copy to romance novels. She even did some ghost writing for an x-rated publishing house. She was not one of those women who loved to get her hands in the dirt and make things grow, but she did love visiting nude beaches and lying in the sun naked. As the saleslady babbled on about how many awards the previous owner had won for her violets, Stacy was not seeing flowers. She was envisioning the large hot house filled with a thick carpet on which she could lie and bask in the sun as it streamed into the glass enclosure. There were other visions of herself in her mind, but those were for after she knew whether or not she could buy the house. It was way above her price range, but something told her that the seller would take a much lower bid than the asking price. Hoping for the best, she worked out what she could afford on her royalties and anticipated new book sales and made a ridiculously low offer to see what the counter offer would be. To Stacy’s surprise, the counter offer was an acceptance of her bid. The realtor waited until signatures were in place on the closing documents to explain in her non-stop babbling style of talking, “I was starting to despair that I would ever find anyone who would appreciate that hothouse. Something like that sounds like a really good addition to the value of a home - and it is for the right person. But unless you have a really avid gardener or an extreme environmentalist, such a specialized add-on is a stumbling block to the sale. With the prices depressed and the glut on the market and the previous owner transferred to another state, all we could pray for was finding someone who was into the environment or gardening.” As she sorted out the copies for Stacy, she added, “She was actually hoping for a quite a bit more, but was afraid that if she made a counter offer, it would scare you away...,” she stopped to take a breath and give Stacy a wide, toothy grin, “... so you got a really good deal. Since you said you weren’t all that much into the environment, I assume you will be using it for gardening.” She paused slightly again and finished with, “After all, what else could you use it for? ” Stacy kept her mouth tightly clamped shut so she didn’t accidentally say out loud, “Naked self-bondage.” Stacy had plans for that greenhouse that had nothing to do with plants or the environment. She could see herself suspended in place of the trays of earth, with the spring-loaded chains going not from the bottom of the trays, but from ankle restraints on her legs to the floor mounts at the ends of where the trays were held. In her mind, the same was true for her hands so that she was held in mid-air, sweating heavily in the heat of the sun like a naked, glistening X. Moving and settling into the house took several weeks, so it was late spring before Stacy began preparing the hothouse. The previous owner had not skimped on the design. It was as good, or better, than many commercial greenhouses that Stacy had seen. It was about twenty feet wide and forty feet long with two long rows of seedling tables down the middle. What was unusual about these tables is that they were not wooden or metal structures rising from the floor. Instead, they hung from the ceiling on stout cables. Beneath the trays, chains and long springs connected the trays to floor and prevented them from swaying around. The upper cables wound around long shafts which could be turned by electric motors. Thus, the trays could be raised to a comfortable height for work or lowered completely to ground level so that soil could be easily added for the next crop of seedlings. The row closest to the house was shorter than the other. In that row, one of the boxes had been removed. The cables for that box were wound tightly within the spool on the control shaft and held in place with a large pin. A large number of those pins - evidently one for each cable - were hanging on the exterior wall of the house next to a control panel for the hothouse. The control panel consisted of a large electrical box with conduit branching off to several smaller boxes. Above the control panel was a box about a foot square with a lever on the side. Out of each of the smaller boxes additional conduit led to large electric heaters mounted along the walls of the hothouse and to additional heaters which hung from the ceiling above the rows of seedling boxes. Conduit also led to outdoor style electrical plugs mounted about a foot off the floor around the entire greenhouse. On the house wall next to the power panel, there was a large, open panel with a row of buttons labeled “Up” and “Down.” There was also a hand-held remote sitting on a shelf at the base of the button panel. It evidently also controlled the raising and lowering of the cables. That task could apparently also be controlled remotely by a computer or cell phone, at least that is what it said on the installation disk instructions that were on the shelf with the remote.. On the front of the main control panel was a stylized flower of some sort and, in a very large font that looked like growing vines, the words “Thompson’s Automated Fail-safe Greenhouse System.” Beneath that in smaller, normal, print, it said, “This system protects against the extremes of temperature 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Full power backup is included and all systems are fully redundant with cell phone and internet interface.” Finally, in a smaller version of the vine font, it said, “You can trust your precious flowers to Thompson’s” There was a thick operating manual also sitting on the shelf with the installation disk and other small parts and pieces that had the Thompson logo on them. Stacy spent two weekends working in the hothouse removing the soil and the trays. That first Saturday, she worked nude inside the steaming structure, and then would slip on a light sundress at the door as she wheeled the garden wheel barrow out to the back of the property. She probably could have remained naked since the back yard was large and completely enclosed with a tall wooden fence, but she was afraid someone might be able see down into the yard across the back fence from the deck or upper floors of the house behind her. No one was watching. If someone had been watching, the dress would have made little difference. Stacy was perspiring so heavily that even on the first trip with the wheelbarrow the dress was wet with sweat and stuck tightly to her body. As the day wore on, the mixture of sweat and dust which clung to her body created swirled patterns of light and dark making it look like she was wearing camo body paint beneath the now practically transparent garment. As the day began to fade into darkness, Stacy made the final two trips of the day without bothering to put on her dress. The next morning, when she resumed her labors, she didn’t bother with the dress at all. Finally the heavy trays were empty and stacked neatly behind the garage. The hothouse was now just a large glass room with cables hanging from the ceiling and large eyebolts protruding slightly from recessed cavities in the floor. Stacy thought of removing all but one pair of the cables, but then realized that if she merely wound them totally around the control shaft, she could pin them in place. The hothouse was cleaned out. Everything was almost ready. But the floor was still bare concrete. She went to a pool supply place a couple of towns over and asked if they worked in her neighborhood. They said, “Usually not,” but indicated that they were willing to work on her pool or whatever for a slight trip charge. “Oh, no,” she answered, “It’s not that. What I want is that special pool area carpet you sell. A friend of mine recommended you. She said the carpet was very long and soft like an indoor carpet, but could get wet and would stand the sun like a good pool side carpet.” “How big is your pool?” the salesman asked. “Actually,” she replied, “it’s a greenhouse that I want to be able to use as an indoor patio.” She went on to say that she wanted to have parties out there and wanted it to look nice. “I’m reducing the hanging stuff to a minimum,” she explained, hoping that the salesman didn’t notice that she suddenly turned a deep shade of red. The carpeting was installed the following Monday. Stacy wanted to be sure that nothing could go wrong, so Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings were spent testing. She was tempted to do the testing during the day, but she had not made a successful living as a writer by breaking her routine. She worked from home, but she worked very regular hours. Unless she gave herself a day off, she would be in her office room, at her desk writing or editing, from eight in the morning until five in the afternoon. Of course, sometimes she would need to compose her thoughts or clear her mind and would take a few hours off. At her old house, when that happened - if the weather was good - she would put on her bikini and lie out on the back deck in the sun. Now she didn’t have to put on her bikini. For a half hour Tuesday afternoon and for almost two hours Thursday morning, she lay naked in the sunny hothouse sweating while she sorted out the ideas of her lasted project. At her old house, after she lay out on the deck and cleared her mind, she would often leave the bikini on and return to her writing while things were still fresh in her mind. Thursday morning, she returned to her writing naked, taking her towel with her into her office to drape over her chair. That afternoon, she found that her mind seemed freer and more liberated as she wrote, and decided to make her office, as well as her whole home, clothing optional. The weekend was spent getting to know the system, and doing additional testing. The Thompson control system manuals said it was fail-safe, but Stacy wanted to be totally sure. There was a “Test” button inside the circuit breaker panel. The manual said to test the panel at least four times a year. When Stacy pushed and held the test button all of the circuit breakers in the panel flipped off as though they had tripped. Red lights next to each breaker blinked in sequence while a small display screen at the top of the panel said, “Testing load.” Then one by one, the breakers flipped back to the on position. A voice from a small speaker said, “Power restored.” A separate test button on a small switch panel said, “Alternate Power Test.” When Stacy pushed that, a large box mounted on the wall began humming and a beeping noise filled the hot house. The little voice said, “On battery backup.” The manual said to wait ten minutes before pushing the button again to complete the test. After five minutes, Stacy could hear a noise from the back yard. About half-way back in the yard was a very small shed that looked almost like a dog house, except that it had no door, only louvers on the sides. There was a fairly large propane tank next to the little structure. Stacy identified the noise as coming from the shed. It was the sound of a small motor. The humming stopped and a little voice from the control panel said, “Backup generator on line.” Stacy also lowered the upper cables all of the way and connected them to the spring-loaded lower cables. When she raised them again, the cables stopped once there was sufficient tension on the spring. At least it wouldn’t rip her arms off if it didn’t stop where it was supposed to. She pressed the test buttons again with tension on the cables. After the circuit breakers restored, the little voice said, “Moving to safe position” and the cables unwound to floor level. When she repeated the test with the power backup, the cables remained in place until she pressed the “Generator Off” button. Then the buzzing returned to the box on the wall and the cables lowered. Evidently as long as the generator worked, everything ran normally, but if it went to battery backup, the system moved everything to the “safe position.” “This really is fail-safe,” she said aloud, but she still did another week of testing. Finally on Thursday night, after having repeated every test at least three times, she said, “Tomorrow night I try a live test and Saturday go for real.” Friday night, Stacy attached her suspension restraints to the upper and lower cables. The foot restraints were almost boots except that they opened totally in the front and were wrapped firmly in place with a Velcro band that went over the top of her foot and another which went all the way around the ankle and lower calf. On the bottom of the boot was a round metal bar, almost like a horses bit, through which a cable or other connection could be run. Stacy attached one boot restraint to each of the spring stabilizers that had been at opposite ends of the eight foot trays. She then attached the special suspension hand restraints to the matching upper cables. The hand restraints were almost glove-like, or more accurately, mitten-like. They covered most of the forearm and had an area for the hand that curved around a padded iron bar so that a person could carry most of their weight on the closed hand rather than on the arm itself. Like the boots, they were totally open on the front and closed securely with large Velcro flaps. For the “live test,” Stacy did not close the flaps, but left them open so that she could, if necessary, withdraw her hand from the restraint glove. It was 7:45 when she finished her other tests, so she set the controls to raise the cables at exactly 8:00 pm and release them at 8:10. It took less time that she had expected to secure her feet in the restraint boots and to put her hands in the restraint gloves, so she ended up standing there waiting for almost ten minutes. Finally, she heard the winch motors turning and the cable began to slowly wind up around the long support bar. Soon her arms were being stretched widely apart and then her feet began to leave the ground. She had to estimate how high to take the cables because she didn’t know for sure how tightly it would stretch her at any given height. She had expected to either be hanging slightly limp in the cables or have to let go of the gloves and drop to the ground when the cables got over tight, but her estimate was perfect. She was raised into the air in a taut, naked X with her feet about four feet off the ground. When she realized it was exactly what she wanted, a wave of pleasure washed through her and she felt her cunt overflowing onto her thighs. “Tomorrow, I go for one hour in the sun,” she said aloud as the motors reversed and gently lowered her to the ground. She spent the rest of the evening investigating more of the menus and controls on the remote control program which she has installed on her tablet computer. The purpose of one control totally baffled her. It said, “Opcty” and then had two input blocks. One said “Upper” and it was set to 00%. The other said “Lower” and it was set to 50%. She changed the lower number to 00% and pressed enter. Suddenly she was standing outside - or at least, the frosted portion of the green house had suddenly become clear. She changed both to 80% and it was as if the clear plastic had become solid walls. “I think I will leave that one alone for now,” she said aloud, and clicked the “Restore Defaults” button. Once again the plastic panes of the greenhouse became frosted in appearance on the lower portion and totally clear on the ceiling. Saturday morning, Stacy rubbed herself down with sunblock and strapped herself into the restraint boots and gloves. This time it was for real. She folded the Velcro flaps over her arms and pushed them securely in place. Once the cables went taut, there was no way she could release herself until they lowered her back to the ground. She had set the controls to rise at 10:00 am and lower at 11:00. Again, she stood waiting for the winch motors to kick in. As she waited, she thought, “This would probably be better with a blindfold.” There wasn’t time, however, to do anything about that this time. Exactly on time, the motors began turning. As the cables pulled her into the air, she could just barely see out of the top of the hothouse windows. “My neighbor across the way can probably see my head if they look out their back windows,” she thought to herself as she hung there. For Stacy, the feeling of naked helplessness was amazing. Her nipples were stiff and erect. Her clit stuck out prominently from her cleft. Juices dribbled slowly down her legs. She found herself slowly rotating her hips and bucking slightly forward as if she were fucking an imaginary lover in mid-air. “I really have to figure out a way for some appropriate stimulation,” she thought to herself. “I wonder if my vibrator would stay in me up here?” she asked aloud. “I would hate to have to wear something like a thong just to hold it in place.” 11:00 o’clock came all too soon. The cables lowered her to the ground and went totally slack. She opened the flaps on the restraint gloves and freed her hands, but didn’t bother to free her feet. Instead, she lay back on the thick carpet with her feet still in the boots and began rubbing herself between the legs. Her cunt was sopping wet and her clit was extremely sensitive. It only took a few moments to bring herself to a very satisfying, screaming climax. “I wonder what the neighbors thought of that?” she wondered as she finally freed her feet from the restraint boots. That afternoon around three, Stacy was ready once again to suspend herself naked in the hothouse. She had spent the time modifying one of the tray attachments to hold her favorite vibrator. One of the trays had a special watering device of some sort that was intended to drip a growth solution onto the soil. It was basically a tripod with a long counterweighted arm. The nozzle end set against the side of the tray and as the tray went up and down, it rose and fell with the tray. Stacy added more weight to the counterweight so that the long arm pushed itself upward rather forcefully. Then she taped the base of her vibrator to the nozzle head, only pointing upward. Standing on the ground, it pressed tightly into her cunt. Without her weight holding it down, it would rise almost eight feet into the air, more than enough to keep the dildo vibrating firmly in her cunt as she was suspended. 3:00 came and the motors took Stacy up. This time she was wearing a blindfold, and her vibrator was on low and buzzing inside her. The cycle was set for two hours. Stacy came four times in those 120 minutes. Each screaming orgasm was a little more intense that the one that preceded it. By the time the controls returned her to the ground, she was a sweating, sopping mess. The amount that she had perspired surprised her. It also turned her on. There was something about hanging naked AND SWEATY that seemed so primitive... so primal... so fuckable. Had she hung there another hour, the feel of the sweat trickling down her back and dripping off her buttocks and down her front and going between her legs to drip off her cunt lips probably would have taken her to orgasm even without the vibrator. “That was good,” she said aloud as she cleaned her restraints. “But I can do better.” The first step in doing better was a higher priced, computer controlled dildo. It wasn’t cheap and she had to wait until she had sold another couple of stories, but her new toy connected into the system as an auxiliary device and could be controlled by the programming just like the winches or windows or anything else. She could control the intensity and frequency of both the vibration and the movement of the long, pink, penis-shaped device. The first weekend that she used it, she experienced seven screaming, vibrating, quaking orgasms in the three and half hours she was suspended. She had determined through trial and error, that three and a half was about the maximum she could stand comfortably. She knew she could go much longer than that without injury, but it got uncomfortable as she approached four hours, and she was doing this for pleasure, not pain. After several more weekends with her new vibrator, Stacy made two decisions. One was that once she was up and sweaty and turned on, she could easily go four or maybe five or even six hours. She upped the time to four hours. The second decision was to take things to the next step by increasing the sweat. “I’m becoming a regular little sweat hog..., or sweat slut,” she giggled to herself. “And I guess,” she told herself firmly, “to turn up the heat in the sweat slut, we have to turn up the heat in the hothouse.” After a satisfying Sunday session that still left something lacking, she began examining her options. There were four electric radiant heaters mounted just beneath the ceiling and three more mounted at floor level on the outside wall of the hothouse. They could be turned on manually with a switch that said, “Freeze Test / Heater Manual On.” The heaters themselves had tags that said they used 1200 watts each. A quick check on the internet told her that each of them used 10 amps, so they were using 60 amps total. The box with a lever on it that the realtor had called the “sub-main breaker and emergency power transfer for the hot house” was labeled 150 amps. So Stacy had 90 amps to work with. Her old house had been rather cold and drafty so she already had three electric space heaters. A check of their labels showed that two of them were 2400 watts and one was 1200 watts. That was only fifty amps total. She bought three more of the smaller heaters so that she was using up 80 of the 90 amps available. Each of the plugs in the hothouse was on a separate breaker, which meant that she could plug all six of her heaters in, trigger the built-in heaters, and make the green house into a true hot house for her sweat-soaked suspension session. “If I am going to be sweating that much,” she thought, “I had better have a source of liquid.” She had a backpack water system that held a half-gallon of liquid in a bladder with a tube that came over your shoulder so you could drink from it while you pedaled a bicycle on a long trip in hot weather. She decided to fill that bag with a sports drink and hang it above her so that she could reach it as she was suspended. She even did a quick test holding the gloves as she had done on that first day just to make sure that she could, indeed, reach the tube. Next Saturday morning seemed forever away, and Stacy was tempted to break routine and do a session mid-week, but she knew that she had to stick to her writing routine. So instead, she had to content herself with going out into the hot house in the evening, lying on the floor, and masturbating while looking up at the rig that would hold her sweating in the sun come the weekend. Saturday morning finally arrived. Stacy carefully laid out all of her equipment. She decided that for this first full-sweat session, she would remain un-blindfolded. The blindfold increased her concentration on her other senses and added to her enjoyment, but she wasn’t sure what would happen if the sweat became trapped behind the blindfold and was forced into her eyes. She decided to do a four hour session beginning at 10:00 am to take advantage of the noon-day sun. At 9:45 she was already strapped into the restraint boots and gloves. The heaters were on manual override and the six extra heaters were set to full on. The computer controlled vibrator was firmly pressed into her cunt, but had not yet been triggered on by the control program. By ten o’clock when the winch motors came to life, liquid was already trickling down the inside of her thighs and it wasn’t sweat. The full-sweat session was everything Stacy dreamed it would be. She had already experienced three marvelous orgasms before noon and was looking forward to even more as the afternoon sun rose high over the clear portion of the hot house..., and then it happened. The Thompson Greenhouse System was truly fail-safe, but keep in mind that the Titanic was unsinkable, the Hindenburg was fireproof, and the space shuttles had triple redundancy systems. Nothing is absolutely fail safe. There is always something that the design engineers forgot to consider. What the designers at the Thompson Greenhouse Company did not take into account was someone intentionally plugging six additional heaters into the wall outlets in the summertime to bring the temperature in the greenhouse up to sauna levels. None of the heaters was overloading the circuit it was on and combined they were not overloading the main. But they were taking the temperature to extreme levels in the hothouse... levels that would damage sensitive plants. And Stacy had forgotten to shut off the air conditioner which was programmed to kick in if the temperature in the hot house stayed above ninety-six degrees for more than a half-hour. Almost as soon as Stacy heard the noise of the air conditioner starting up, she heard a very loud “Thunk!” and everything went very quiet. As her ears adjusted to the quiet, she could hear the buzzing of the battery backup and the sound of the generator starting in the back yard. “It’s going to be OK,” she thought. “Everything will be OK. Worse come to worse it will let me back down to the ground.” She continued to think that until 1:00 o’clock came and went and nothing moved. The heaters were off. The lights on the front of the control panel were off. Everything was off except the display panel of the control computer itself. “No!” Stacy yelled aloud when she realized what had happened. She had assumed that the sub-main breaker would automatically reset like the breakers in the control panel, but she had never opened the cover to look. It must be a standard breaker. And the transfer switch must be before the sub-main breaker. The computer thought the backup generator was online so it didn’t lower her using battery backup, but none of the emergency generator power was reaching the control panel. There was no power to activate the winches. Stacy was totally and absolutely stuck!!! She started crying softly and looked out at the generator running uselessly in the back yard. “Wait a minute!” she yelped. She shouldn’t be able to see the generator shed. The walls were transparent! It must take power to make the walls translucent. With all power gone, they were now clear as glass. Stacy was hanging hot, sweaty, and fully exposed to anyone who could see her greenhouse from their back windows. And there was nothing she could do to free herself. Her mind began to race. Why had she put her trust in that supposedly fail-safe system and not arranged for an emergency backup to check on her after a certain period of time? Who would miss her? ... and when? She didn’t have any hard deadlines for almost two weeks. People were used to her ignoring her phones and texts for days at a time when she was trying to get a story done. It could be weeks before they found her rotting corpse hanging in the sun. Stacy began to cry deep heart-wrenching sobs of absolute despair. And then in the midst of her sobs, she heard a noise that she couldn’t quite identify. It was a low rumbling noise like a small train was running through the garage. The garage! She was hearing the garage door opening. Someone was coming into the house. Her joy of rescue was rapidly replaced by the mortification of being found hanging naked in the air with an electronic dildo stuffed in her twat. “Oh God,” she thought and then said aloud, “What if it’s my mother paying a surprise visit?” Then she heard a voice. “Elizabeth?” it called out. Elizabeth was the name of the previous owner. “Is something wrong?” The voice was coming closer. Stacy wasn’t sure whether to keep quiet or cry out when suddenly the door from the house opened and a rather startled voice said, “You’re not Elizabeth!” “Uh..., no...., I’m the new owner, Stacy.” she stammered. The woman’s face broke into a huge smile as she said, “I love what you’ve done with the place. I always thought this room had such interesting potential, but you’ve gone way beyond even my wicked and warped imagination.” She walked over to stand directly in front of Stacy. Stacy was all to aware that this put the woman’s eyes right at the level of her naked cunt. “I suppose I should introduce myself,” she said calmly. “My name is Terri Long. I live in the house directly behind you. I’ve been Bethie’s ‘vacation safety’ for years and years.” She walked over and stood in front of the control panel. “Whenever one of these alarms goes off, it sends me a text message and an email. I ignored the Freeze alarm that said the heaters had come on because it is summer. But then I heard the generator go on and I didn’t get a power failure warning. When it didn’t shut back off after a while, I figured something really bad might have happened, so I came right over. Everything was locked up and my key didn’t work. I was hoping the garage door code hadn’t been changed and there was power to open the door. I punched in the code and it opened. And here I am.” She looked at the extra heaters plugged in around the room and then came back and stood in front of Stacy. “I assume you were trying for sweat box bondage?” Stacy nodded and said, “Something like that.” “All the heaters on separate circuits. Water - or probably a sports drink - to keep you hydrated. Properly designed suspension restraints.” She shook her head as she laughed lightly. “You thought of everything.” The her voice suddenly became stern, “But you forgot about the air conditioners, didn’t you?” Stacy nodded again. “Yeah. When they came on the big lever popped and it doesn’t reset itself like the rest of the system.” Terri walked back over to the control panel, reached up, and pushed the lever back in place. She then entered a couple of quick commands at the control panel. “I’ve shut down the AC,” she said. “I also set the default on the windows to zero and extended your stay until 5:00 o’clock.” Stacy said, “But... but... but...” Terri didn’t seem to hear her or at least didn’t respond to her. Instead she continued, “I am going to go back home and slip into something comfortable. Then I am going to sit on my back deck drinking mojitos and watching you sweat and squirm and get yourself off. At five, I am coming back over here so you can show me just how grateful you are that I have rescued you. You will keep showing your gratitude until we are a tangle of sweaty arms and legs intertwined on your beautiful new carpet. Stacy just swallowed hard and opened her eyes wide to stare at the woman standing before her. “And then,” Terri continued, “we are going to talk about what kind of wonderful neighborly relationship we are going to have together in the future.” She walked right up to Stacy and softly petted her clit with two fingers. “I think you would much more prefer to be in the submissive role in that relationship, wouldn’t you?” Stacy moaned in response. “And I have always wanted a willing pet I could play with regularly.” She then started slowly running her fingers in tight circles around Stacy’s clit. Stacy started saying - or more accurately moaning - “No. No, that’s not what I want.” “That’s your mind talking,” answered Terri. “I really think we need to give your body a vote on this.” She continued circling Stacy’s clit, applying a little more pressure and swirling Stacy’s erect knob back and forth with each circuit. “If you would like to be my submissive plaything hanging all hot and sweaty in the sun for me to play with and for everyone to look at,” said Terri softly. “Then cum.... NOW!” Stacy thrashed and flailed in her bonds as a tremendous orgasm exploded within her. She was throwing her cunt forward so hard that she nearly expelled the dildo with the thrusts of her muscles. Her cries of “Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh,” became farther apart and quieter until finally she hung slack in her restraints. Rivers of sweat poured off her body, mixing with the cunt juices draining down the inside of her legs. “See you at five,” said Terri merrily as she walked back into the house. “I’ll bring a pitcher or two of mojitos. It could be a looooooooong evening.” Shortly after she left, Stacy once again started to cry out and thrash wildly as she envisioned herself as she now was, hanging naked and sweaty..., and at the mercy of her new Mistress. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

My story starts off like this… My ex leaves me with my infant daughter Raven… My beautiful Raven is now 18 years old with long jet-black hair and is a tad on the bigger side... Not obese by any means but still she is carrying quite a bit of weight. One this she does that proves that she has me wrapped around her little finger is what she looks at me and says "please daddy" it gets me every time. I treat my daughter as an equal not as my daughter... Perhaps that's why I think our relationship changed from that as parent/offspring into something more... Let's say immoral. Because for the majority of Raven's life it has just been the two of us and since we live out in the country she has lived a very sheltered life and has been hone schooled her whole life. As far as I know she is still a virgin cuz to my knowledge she hasnt shown an interest in boys, with it being just the 2 of use we tend to take care of eachother she takes care of the house work and I work and pay the bills. I was sitting in my office jerking off to some porn vids that I downloaded, on the computer there was a fat porn star with huge tits masturbating, I was stroking my dick furiously and I came into some paper tissues that I kept in the office for just that reason. As I was pulling up my pants i glance towards the door and see my dear daughter raven standing in the door and when we made eye contact she blushed deeply and ran to her room. I ran after her and asker her to open the door which she did and then sheepishly went to sit on her bed facing away from me. I reassured her that I wasnt mad and that if she had any question I would answer them. She turned around to face me. She asked me why I was looking at fat girls and I said "well I like big girls, I like them alot more than skinny girls". She asked why dont I go out and find a big girl, I told her that after her mother left us I havent been able to trust another woman with my heart and that i have a certain type that I go for that is hard to find "What type of women do go for? " I tell her that have certain "things" that I like, which was a bad thing to say cuz it only fueled her curiosity further. "What kind of things?" "I don't think I should be telling you this" as I was saying that I was hoping I didn't hear her say it... "please daddy"… fuck… " are you sure you want to have this convo?". She perked up and said enthusiasticly "yes" "OK... I like bigger sized girls with big tits who will let me do whatever I what to them... I want them to become my sex slave... But because woman's rights is all the rage right now that's hard as hell to find". She looks like she is deep in thought but it was way past her bed time so I give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her to go to bed The next morning I wake up to the scent of bacon... I love bacon... I open my eyes and see Raven there with a tray with a plate of food on it... Breakfast in bed... I ask her what's the occasion… she says "I want to talk to you about something but I know you're cranky until you have breakfast so eat up". "we can talk while I eat if that's OK with you". "ok... I stayed up half the night thinking about this and I want you to hear me out will you do that? Will you let me say all of what I need to say before you say anything?" "sure I will it will give me time to eat." "OK here it goes… I want to be you're sex slave... I fit all the criteria… I'm a bigger girl... I have big tits, or so the stares that i get when i go shopping… daddy you are the only male that looks me in the eyes when i talk to them, and I will let you do whatever you want to me, so what do you say?" I almost choked on my scrambled eggs and I almost yell at her for even thinking that it's a good idea but then I remember that her coming in here and talking to me especially about that couldn't have been easy for her... So I regain my composure and ask "are you aware of what you're asking I can get into ALOT of trouble if people find out." "I won't say a word I promise… I really want this" "why" "because you have taken care of me my whole life... I want to return the favor by making it to where you never have to go out to find a woman who may or may not be into the same things as you. If you train me to be your slave I will love whatever it is that you're into because it's all I'll know". Her logic was sound and I do need some release so what do I do? Do I say no and dissapoint my beautiful daughter or do I give in and let her be mine in more than the familial sense? "please daddy." Well there you have it... I never could resist that. "I'll tell you what... You sleep on it and you think hard... Real hard... If this is what you really, truly want... Then we can give it a shot, but I have to warn you that if we start this it doesn't stop you will be my slave until I deem necessary for it to end... Understood"? "yes daddy" For the rest of the day we carried on as normal. We talked about this and that we watched tv, played board games, ate pizza. It was nice I really liked it and as the day went on I was having an internal struggle... Do I want what she's offering? Fucked up thing is that I think I do. I woke up early the next morning wondering if she would come in and what would happen. I laid in bed for a full hour until I heard her leave her room and go to the bathroom to do her morning ritual, which consisted of using the toilet, brushing her teeth, and hair. Shortly after she opened my bedroom door slowly and peeked in. Once she saw that I was awake she ran and jumped in to bed with me which isn't out of the norm for her. She kissed me on the cheek and said "good morning daddy" "good morning my beautiful Raven how did you sleep"? "not good daddy I was up most of the night thinking about if this is what I want like you told me to". "oh... Did you come to a decision "? (here it comes... Moment of truth!) "yes daddy I did... And I want to make you happy and I promise that no one will ever find out". "OK but one thing that must be made clear... You are here for my pleasure, I'm not here for yours... If you cum while you are pleasing me then OK but don't expect me to go out of my way to please you... Understood"? "yes daddy I understand I will make myself cum on my own time if I don't while we play". "OK then... Repeat after me, I, Raven Leeanne Turnquist will submit to you for ALL of his sexual pleasures and I am yours to use and abuse as you see fit"… she repeated the words flawlessly "OK first order of business is to learn how to suck my dick" I ran over some basic instructions and she eagerly listened. I told her to take off her clothes and then mine. After she took her clothes off she had her arms covering her tits and and pussy. "drop your arms or else you will be punished". She slowly lowers her arms and I look at her body and while I knew her tits were big I didn't know they were huge... They had to have been at least an f cup. I tell her to take my pants off and as she does that she gets her first look at my dick which is already rock hard... I'm only average sized but the look on her face is like she's looking at Mount Everest. She takes it in her hand and plays with it for a bit before she lowers her head and licks the tip which causes my dick to jump involuntarily. She giggles before slowly taking my entire shaft into her mouth... It felt fantastic and I'm loving every minute of it I grab her by her head and start fucking her face... Slowly at first but then I start to speed up. Once I start that her teeth graze my shaft so I grab her by her hair and forcefully pull her off my dick and slap her in the face… not hard but hard enough... Tears start streaming down her face and I shove my dick back in her mouth. After about ten minutes I can feel my cum start to boil in my balls and I tell her that I'm about to cum, I let go of her face to see what she would do... She kept on sucking with vigor and when I came she swallowed it all with no gagging. Once she has gotten every last drop she looked up at me, skilled, and asked how she did. "You did very well… you will make me a fine slave" "OK daddy needs to pee". I get up to leave and walk to the door, I look back and she is still on the bed. "get your ass up and follow me". She rushed to the door not wanting to get slapped again. When we get to the bathroom she expected me to go to the toilet and was confused when I stepped in the bathtub. I tell her to get in which she does but doesn't know why yet. " get on your knees and look up at me and open your mouth. Her eyes get as big as saucers. "Are you going to pee on me"!? "yes now on your knees". She lowers down frightened but I didn't care... She wanted to be my sex slave so she's going to get it. I am my dick at her face and smile she sees this smile so she does too. Just then a stream of piss hits her in the face I move the stream to her mouth and she gets a big mouthful which she spits out... "Swallow it"! She looks up at me and nods and again opens her mouth and I refill her mouth and she swallows my piss once she does that I aim my stream at her giant tits and spray those she starts massaging the piss into her tits which causes me to get hard. Once I stop pissing she takes my dick in her mouth and sucks it for dear life. After about two minutes of sucking my dick I grab her by her hair and turn her around bend her over. She reminds me that she isn't on the pill. I slap her ass hard and she jumps. I tell her "I know... I'm not stupid... That's why I'm going to fuck your ass". She looks mortified. I line my dick up to her ass hole and push until the head pops in... She cries out in pain… I push alittle more in and tears are streaming down her cheeks brushes not moving... I push more until my dick is completely encased in her tight asshole. I start to move slowly back and forth. A few minutes and her cries and turning into moans and she starts thrusting back against me. I reach around her body and grab both of her tits hard and she hisses. "Fuck my ass daddy, fuck it hard". I slap her ass "I give the orders slut". I increase the speed of my thrusting and then I hear her "I CUMMING DADDY, CUM INSIDE ME DADDY PLEEEEEASE"! That sent me over the edge and I cum deep inside my daughters ass. When I pull my dick out she drops to her knees and starts sucking my dick again... My daughter just went ass to mouth! Don't get me wrong I was gonna make her do it but the fact that she beat me to it made me proud as hell. After that I turn on the shower so we can clean the urine off and I tell her to go get dressed and meet me in the living room. I go get dressed and grab a soda from the fridge and sit in my recliner. She comes down and I instructed her to sit on the floor by my feet. She does so and I say to her "Raven,we need to talk". "OK". "how do you feel about what took place just now... Any second thoughts"? "No daddy I loved it all... It hurt when you slapped me but I got really horny and when you fucked me in my ass it hurt like hell but I still loved it... Especially when I got used to it. I can't wait till you fuck me in my pussy". "So you want to continue"? "if that's what you want master". With that I undo my pants and drop them to the floor and sit back down. I tell her that she is to get me off using only her hands, mouth, and tits. She takes off her top and grabs my hard dick and starts stroking it. I look into her eyes and she looks into mine and she opens her mouth and starts to suck my dick like there's no tomorrow… she slobbers all over and takes it all in her mouth everytime. Then after a few minutes she grabs her tits and wraps them around my dick and starts bouncing them up and down slowly at first but then picking up speed and in less than 10 minutes she is greeted with a large blast of cum that hits her on the chin and the drops back down onto her tits. I scoop some up with my fingers and feed my load to her which she gladly sucks off. I think I'm going to love our new arrangement

Breaking the Cheerleader Jessica awoke in a daze. She blinked her blue eyes, trying to focus on any shape in the darkness as she struggled to remember where she was. There had been a party last night. She attended with one of the football players from her school. There were drinks and dancing and…nothing. “I must have blacked out…” she thought to herself, the throbbing pain in her head the start of what would surely be a bad hangover. But then, if she blacked out, why couldn’t she move her arms? She tried to raise them, but there was a force keeping them down. She raised her head to investigate before realizing that she could see nothing in the darkness. Jessica rested her head back, beginning to feel some discomfort across her entire body. “Hello?” She called out. “Can someone help me?” After hearing no response, she yelled out again, “You better let me go!” Jessica took a couple seconds to struggle against her invisible restraints. “Just wait until the police hear about this!” And, as if in response, she heard the unmistakable scrape of metal against metal. At once, the room was flooded with light from a rectangle on the right of her field of vision, causing Jessica to turn her head and cry out. She began to blink her eyes rapidly as they adjusted to the light, turning her head to survey her bound form. Her heart sank as she saw think leather straps, eight in total, on her ankles, her thighs, her wrists, and her elbows, binding her to a hard metal table, completely naked. Her eyes continued, and she gasped as she noticed a shadowy figure of a man descending down the stairs. “Hey! You!” She cried out in fear. “You better let me go! Just wait until my dad hears about this!” The man reached the end of the stairs, and began to walk over to Jessica’s helpless form. The light from the doorway did little to illuminate his features, leaving his face shrouded in darkness. He laughed, a low menacing sound at her attempts to break free of the restraints. “Please stop struggling,” he said in a deep, but reassuring voice. “If you follow my instructions and submit to what I will do to you, there is no need to cause you harm.” Jessica’s eyes widened even further as the man spoke, and her voice began to tremble and her body began to shake. “I’m t-telling you! W-when someone finds out about this you’ll b-b-be arrested. If you j-just let me go now I promise I w-won’t say anything!” He smiled, reaching out a hand and running his fingertips from Jessica’s hip to her breast. “Jessica, Jessica, Jessica,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. There’s no way I will let you escape.” “W-what do you mean? A long time?” The man moved around the room, and Jessica struggled to keep her eyes on him. “Yes. I have been watching you for a while.” Just then, the man flicked a switch, and a light bulb on the ceiling above the metal table flickered to life. As he strode back to the table, something about him seemed…familiar. Then Jessica knew. She had seen him at all the Warren High School basketball games that year. He always sat in the back, wearing jeans and a polo shirt, not looking wildly different from the other dads that showed up to watch their sons play. Many of her cheerleading friends had commented on him, mentioning his rugged physique and how they swore he would stare at them lustfully. She had always dismissed them as wanting to act out their own ‘silver fox’ fantasies. But here he was. And the man began to smile at her. “Oh, so you did see me at all those games? I just knew since the first time that I laid eyes on you that I’d have to have you. I can see that you don’t understand how alluring you are, with your blue eyes, blond hair, perky breasts, and fantastic ass, jumping around in those skimpy uniforms. You, Jessica, are the embodiment of my every sexual fantasy. And I will make you mine.” Jessica stared at the man in shock. Was he abducting her to rape her just because she was a cheerleader? She began to cry and beg for her release. The man just shook is head, smiling. “We don’t need any of that.” From behind her the man left and grabbed a small item that he carried back to her helpless form. He raised it up, and asked her forcefully, “Do you know what this is?” She saw a spherical shadow with two straps, though the finer details were cast in shadow by the light above her. Shaking her head no, Jessica continued, “Please j-just let me go!” “This is a ball gag. It stops me from hearing your incessant whining and pleas for release. Because I guess you didn’t believe me the first time when I said that I am not letting you go.” The man roughly forced the hard silicone ball between her teeth, tightening it behind her head. Jessica’s screams and whines of protest turned into moans and grunts. He smiled and walked around her naked and restrained form again. “Much better. Now. I want you to listen to me and listen well.” He grabbed Jessica by the chin and forced her to stare into his unyielding brown eyes. “I am going to keep you here, and I am going to train you to be my little slave. I will have you begging to serve my every whim.” He released her chin and began pacing around the room. “You will live down here in my basement until you learn that your proper place is here with me. I will lock you in every night. And, if you were to get outside, we are twenty minutes from the nearest town. Attempted escape will only bring you punishment.” He walked back and leaned over, addressing Jessica directly. “I look forward to our future acquaintance.” The man turned and left her restrained there, grunting against the ball gag in her mouth. Jessica was left in darkness on the cool metal table, tears still running down her cheeks. *** A loud scrape of metal against metal woke Jessica from her uneasy sleep. She turned, rising from her place on the dirty mattress in the corner to see the silhouette of the man slowly walking down the stairs. Jessica quickly rose to her feet and knelt in front of the stairs, eyes pointed downward. Anything to avoid another beating. It was hard to keep track of time during her confinement in the basement. It had been…what, five days so far? She took comfort in the thought that people would be looking for her. And this creep would definitely get caught. It was just a matter of time. Jessica saw two small pieces of green and white fabric fall tossed on the ground where she was kneeling. “Get up and dress yourself,” the man commanded. Jessica rose, slowly putting on a replica of her old cheerleading uniform. It was green and white, the color of her old high school, with WHS emblazoned on the front. The outfit was split into two pieces. The top was ordered a size too small, forcing Jess’ breasts to nearly pop out of it. But the man loved seeing her struggle to put it on. The skirt was the same colors, but only consisted of the outer fabric. The rest was cut away to give him easier access to her pussy. As she finished dressing, the man smiled. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She could already see the outline of his semi-erect cock in his pants. He took her by the hand and led her around the room. There were various pieces of bondage furniture placed all around. There was a small bench with a fucking machine placed behind it, a vertical metal X where Jessica had been restrained and teased for hours on end yesterday, a small metal cage where she had been forced to sleep her first nights here, and this strange looking chair. The chair had a large number of straps, similar to the metal table in the middle of the room. However, the angles could be changed so that Jessica’s legs would be wide open, exposing her pussy. The man pointed at the char and commanded, “Get in.” Jessica hesitated for a moment. But, still covered in bruises from her last savage beating, she reluctantly stepped forward and sat down in the chair. The man walked around her, securing the straps tightly, first to her waist and chest, then tying her hands behind the chair. Jessica could feel the straps tightened on her thighs and knees, leaving her almost completely immobile. She could struggle, sure, but she was restricted to mere centimeters of movement. The man walked in front of the chair, grabbing a ball gag from the wall and admiring Jessica’s helpless form. “You look so pretty there. Helpless.” As he spoke, the man moved closer, moving his hands up and down her body. They stayed a moment, roughly squeezing and pinching at her breasts, but soon the man stopped. He reached up, forcing Jessica’s mouth open, and placed the ball gag inside. He tightened the gag behind her head, leaving it firmly in place. Then, for the last piece, he placed the final strap from the bondage chair over her forehead, completely limiting her head movement and making it difficult to see what else was happening with her lower body. The man left her immediate field of view, stepping off to grab some more toys from the side of the room. He returned, placing them on a side table beside the bondage chair. Jessica heard the click of a metal lock, and suddenly her legs were free to pivot. The man forced her, by pushing and firm stares, to open them as wide as she could, completely exposing her pussy to whatever torments he had in store. She could feel tears start to run down her cheeks as the man locked her legs in that position, leaving her helpless. Jessica felt a light pressure as something cool and plastic was locked into place under the chair and angled to rest against her pussy. Before she could figure out what it was, the device flicked to life, sending strong vibrations through her clitoris and causing Jessica to close her eyes in sudden pleasure. The man circled around, leaning over her bound form to whisper in Jessica’s ear: “I have restrained you here to teach you one of the most important lessons as my future slave. It is that the only pleasure you will get is if you please me. I will have complete control over when you get turned on and when you are allowed to orgasm.” He stopped talking to roughly grope at her breasts for a minute. Then he continued. “I will take you as close to your orgasm as I can. Then, I will stop. Once I have you begging for release, I will fuck your helpless body. You will soon learn that pleasing me will be your only goal.” With that the man turned away and walked back up the stairs. He returned shortly after carrying a book and a chair. He positioned himself so that he would have a perfect view of Jessica’s torment, then cracked open the book and began reading. Fragmented thoughts began to enter Jessica’s mind. Like how she would never let herself orgasm by being fucked by this creep. But, as much as she willed her body otherwise, she could already feel her pussy getting wet from the strong vibrations. Within minutes Jessica could feel her body start to completely betray her mind. She began moving, bucking, trying to get as much additional stimulation as she could to reach her orgasm. And, just as it was in sight, the man rose from his chair, marked his place in the book, and strode over to turn off the vibrator. As the vibrations ceased, Jessica could feel her body wanting and needing more. She was so close, yet there was nothing she could do to achieve orgasm. She found herself breathing heavily against the gag as her eyes focused on the smiling face of the man towering above her. He let her sit there to compose herself for a minute before speaking. “That was much faster than I thought it would be. Maybe you’re already starting to enjoy your treatment down here. Let’s do it again.” With that, he turned the vibrator back on. The pleasure returned much faster this time. Jessica found herself fighting against her restraints as her wet pussy ached for release. The vibrations were much stronger than the cheap vibrator she had at home, and she was helpless to resist the pleasure. Just as she was about to lose control again, the man rose from his chair. Jessica could feel herself moaning against the gag, trying to beg for release and for the opportunity to orgasm. But her speech was completely unrecognizable. And, like before, the man shut off the vibrator. He reached one of his hands down to lightly stroke her pussy. Not near enough to make Jessica orgasm, but enough to make her shudder with pleasure. The man raised his hands, letting Jessica see the wet fingers. “You,” he said, “are a dirty submissive slut. With all your previous talk about ‘daddy coming to save you’, I’m surprised that you were able to nearly orgasm twice so far. Maybe being a sex slave is your calling.” He stroked Jessica’s cheek, leaving the wetness from her pussy streaked across her face. And, with an evil grin, he turned the vibrator back on and returned to his chair. This cycle continued for what must have been ten more near orgasms. By the end, the man barely had time to return to his chair before Jessica was bucking on the bondage chair, struggling and begging to orgasm. He smiled as he turned it off for the last time. Jessica’s mind, once full of revenge and hate, was completely taken over by her primal urges. Her only thought was being allowed to cum. And, as the man slowly removed the gag from her mouth, Jessica began begging. “O-oh please, sir. P-p-please let me orgasm.” The man smiled wickedly as he unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. His erect cock sprung forward. He moved to position himself in front of Jessica’s helpless pussy. His low voice cut over Jessica’s pitiful pleas. “Now, slut. I want you to call me Master. I want you to beg Master to fill your pussy with his cock. And I want you to beg Master to cum deep in your pussy.” Jessica repeated what she had heard. “Oh p-please master! Please fuck your slut in the pussy. And p-please cum deep in my p-pussy.” With that, the man shoved his entire length into Jessica. She cried out as her pussy throbbed in pleasure. As the man started fucking her helpless form, Jessica moaned loudly, feeling her long awaited orgasm approaching. Her pleasure peaked, and, crying out loudly, she felt her pussy and thighs spasm as she orgasmed. Her face eyes closed forcefully as she lost control over her body. Jessica sat there, moaning, as she had the most intense and pleasurable experience of her life. The man waited for her to calm down slightly before resuming his thrusting. The first thrust hurt as her pussy felt extremely sensitive. But Jessica soon began to moan out again as the man continued to fuck her. He began thrusting deeper and harder. Suddenly he commanded, “Look at me when I’m fucking you, slut!” Jessica’s eyes snapped open to see the face of the man, twisted in a cruel smile. He leaned in a whispered in her ear. “Your pussy is so tight. It feels so good on my hard cock.” Feeling her pleasure building, Jessica couldn’t help herself as a moan escaped her lips. “Mmmm, that’s right,” the man continued. “You love it when I fuck your helpless body, don’t you, slut? You like being my little slave.” And, again, as if her body was betraying her mind, Jessica could feel herself approaching her second orgasm. Just then the man closed his own eyes and moaned out, “Oh yeah, you’re such a fucking beautiful slave. You’re such a dirty little cheer slut.” Jessica orgasmed again, feeling her body strain against the restraints holding her there. She closed her eyes again and cried out in pleasure. She also felt the man’s hard cock twinge in her pussy, and felt his warm cum shoot deep inside of her. He sighed out in pleasure, gripping the sides of her hips hard, and slowly withdrew his cock from inside of her. Jessica sat there, panting, as the man circled around her and unbound her body. The straps left a red band where they had cut deep into her pale skin. When her head was freed, Jessica was able to see the short cheer skirt that she was wearing. There was a large wet spot in the middle where it had rested against her pussy during the torment. “Get up,” the man commanded as he returned to the center of the room. Jessica obeyed slowly, unsure if her legs would support her weight. She stood, holding onto the bondage chair to remain upright. “Good. Now strip.” Jessica slowly took off the tight top and the short skirt. She handed them over to the man, keeping her eyes directed at the floor. Although she couldn’t see, she could tell the man was smiling as he continued talking. “I enjoyed our time today, my dirty little slave. And I can tell that you did as well. Get some rest. We will continue your training tomorrow.” He turned and went back up the stairs, leaving Jessica alone in the cold basement, completely naked and shivering. She walked over to the old mattress in the corner and sat down on it, pulling the blankets over her shoulders. She could feel her pussy throbbing as she adjusted herself on the bed, trying to get comfortable. Jessica turned over, still chilly and clutching the thin blankets around her. After the first nights left inside the metal cage, Jessica had been allowed to sleep on the dirty stained mattress in the corner of the room. But, as she was constantly reminded by the man upstairs, this was a privilege and not a right she had. Since, as his slave, she had no rights. She shuddered to herself as she remembered how he had made her beg to orgasm. And how she had made her beg to fill her pussy with his cum. Jessica shuddered and cried herself into an uneasy sleep. *** Months had passed. Jessica had given up any hope of being rescued. Her resistance grew less forceful and less frequent, seeking to please her master to evade punishment. She had begun to accept the frequent sex that they had as arousing, even allowing herself to regularly get carried away enough to have an orgasm as he fucked her, even without foreplay. But she still did not accept his complete control over her and dreamed of her days back in high school. One day - or what she assumed was the day from the basement - the man unlocked the door and descended down the stairs, carrying a small bag. He called Jessica to him saying, “Jess get over here and kneel before me.” She followed his orders, walking toward him with her eyes directed at the ground and knelt at his feet. She felt his strong hands encircling her neck, tightening something. “If…if I may ask, sir,” she said, timidly. “If I may ask, what did you put around my neck?” The man lowered a small controller for her to look at. “I placed a shock collar around your neck. Let me demonstrate.” He pressed a small button on the remote, making the collar to beep loudly. Jessica let out a scream as the collar shocked her, causing her to fall sideways and grab at her neck. She lay there, shaking for a moment, before a nudge from the man’s boot returned her to her knees. “Now, I want you to know that was on the lowest setting. If you disappoint me more tonight, you will figure out how the higher ones feel. I bought this for you because I’m having a special party tonight. Three friends are coming over to play poker and drink. I expect you to be on your best behavior. And, if you’re not…” The man left his threat there, dangling the remote in front of Jessica. “And, as such, I expect you to be dressed for the occasion.” He reached into the bag and tossed a skimpy french maid outfit and high heels onto the ground in front of Jessica. “Put these on. My friends will be over in thirty minutes.” Jessica remained on her knees as the man went back up the stairs and locked the door. She waited there, partly in shock, partly in embarrassment, and partly out of shame, as she could feel her pussy starting to get wet. Resigned, Jessica rose to her feet and began to put the outfit on. She could tell it was made of a cheap fabric. But, it did its job remarkably well. The skirt of the outfit just barely hid her pussy from view, and the low cut top nearly exposed her nipples. It came with a headband with frilly lace. The shoes were black with a four inch heel, and as Jessica put them on, she could feel herself nearly lose balance. Jessica steadied herself on the metal bondage table in the center of the room. She was unsure if she’d be able to walk in them the entire night. She sighed, patting down the skirt of her outfit, and waited for the man to come get her. Just then, she heard multiple different footsteps from upstairs. Two minutes later, she heard the scrape of metal against metal. The door was opened and the man came down the stairs. He looked Jessica up and down and nodded in approval. Then he got close to her, grabbing her by the back of the neck and nearly throwing her off balance. “You will be on your best behavior for my friends,” he growled into her ear. “Anything that they want you will bring to them. When you get upstairs you will find a tray on the counter. Take that into the dining area and ask them if they would like food or drinks.” The man released Jessica’s neck and stared into her scared blue eyes. “Do not disappoint me.” The man walked back up the stairs and Jessica followed as quickly as she could in her heels. When she reached the top, the man had already disappeared into the dining room. Jessica stood there, surveying the kitchen briefly before spotting a cheap looking metal tray on the counter. During her imprisonment, Jessica had been allowed upstairs more and more frequently to better please her Master. Some mornings she would be forced to cook breakfast. Others, her Master would require a massage on the couch or a foot rub when he was watching TV. But, each time, she would be constantly reminded that the doors were locked and required a key, even from the inside. And, if she managed to get outside, he WOULD catch her and the punishment would last for days. The words ‘beaten to a pulp’ flashed through Jessica’s mind and she made the conscious decision to please her Master as much as she could. His punishments were…severe. She grabbed the tray, tucking it under her arm as she continued through the doorway to enter the dining room. There were four men, seated around a round table. Each had a stack of chips in front of them. And all of them turned to stare at her as she entered. Two of them were rather large and unattractive. They leered at her, making no effort to hide their stares at her legs and cleavage. The other was built similarly to her Master. He was broad shouldered and wore a t-shirt and jeans. One of the men whistled as she came into view. Another leaned toward her Master and said, “Shit man. I know you mentioned she was a cheerleader but she’s fuckin’ hot.” Jessica’s cheeks grew red and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. But, she took a deep breath and did her best to compose herself as her Master looked at her expectantly, playing with the small remote in his hands. “U-um…Excuse m-me sirs,” Jessica stammered out. “C-can I get you anything to drink?” One of the men laughed loudly, and patted her Master on the back, complementing his training. Another man told him, with a smile, that it was unfair to play poker now and that they’d be distracted the entire night. Once the men calmed down, they each ordered a beer. Jessica turned to go get the beverages, and her skirt flipped up slightly, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. One of the men whistled again and Jessica felt her cheeks getting red from embarrassment. She left the room as fast as she could wearing the high heels, the shoes clicking against the hard floor as she walked. Jessica stood, steading herself against the counter next to the refrigerator. She placed the tray down and used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes, trying to get rid of the tears that were forming. She inhaled deeply and straightened her back, resolving to not break down in front of the men. She could get through this. She opened the fridge and grabbed four bottles of beer that were inside. It took her a moment to find the bottle opener, and she nearly fell trying to open the first bottle. But, after a lot of struggling, she had the four open bottles placed on the tray with four empty glasses. She sighed, picking up the tray, holding it rather unprofessionally with two hands in front of her and put a forced smile on her face as she went back into the poker room. All the heads turned to look at her as she entered, carrying the tray in front of her. Jessica felt the redness return to her cheeks, but she made her way to the table, resting one side of the tray on the table and holding the other with her hand, as to not disturb the game. As fast as she could with her free right hand, Jessica placed the four empty glasses in front of the men. Then, one by one, she began to fill the glasses. The man on her right, the rather well built one, began running his hand up and down her thigh as she poured his glass first. Jessica’s hand began to shake as his hand began to near her pussy, but she knew better than to argue. He slowly began to stroke her pussy as she started filling the other glasses around the table. Although Jessica was completely embarrassed and upset by her appearance and her situation, she couldn’t help but get turned on from all the attention, specifically toward her pussy. This fact was not lost on the table. The man who was rubbing her turned to her Master and said, “You didn’t lie. She’s a total slut too. She’s already starting to get wet.” He nodded. “Yeah. She denies enjoying this treatment but it always seems to turn her on. Just wait until she starts sucking us off from under the table.” Jessica was doing her best to fill the last glass. However, at that last comment, her hand slipped, and she spilled some beer on the table and on the man’s lap. Jessica began apologizing profusely. “O-oh sir. I’m so sorry! Please let me-“ But she didn’t get to finish. Her master cut over her, saying, “Here boys. You want to learn how I trained her so well? The first lesson is that whenever she messes up or fails to please me, I will punish her every time without fail.” Jessica had barely enough time to grab onto the sides of the table before her collar beeped and a shock was sent through her body. She fell slightly, but managed to stay upright, whimpering out in pain. Her master addressed her. “Did my slave deserve punishment?” “Y-yes,” Jessica replied, keeping her eyes focused on the ground. “Your slave needed to be punished for her mistake.” Her master smiled at the table. “See? Now she will be sure not to do it again.” He continued, directing his comments at her. “Slave, now I expect you to get a towel and clean off the table and his pants. Go!” Jessica jumped at the order, and scurried off, nearly forgetting the tray with the empty bottles. She set it down and grabbed a handful of napkins from the counter. She returned as fast as she could, using half of them to mop up the spill on the table. She used the other half to begin patting down the wet spot on the man’s crotch. “Get down on your knees while you do it,” her master commanded, and Jessica quickly obeyed. She could feel the man’s cock hardening as her delicate hands began patting at the wet spot that she caused. The man let out a sigh of pleasure as she continued, remarking to the table, “She sure as hell is being thorough. I don’t think she can control herself when she feels a cock.” Jessica felt her body tense and her cheeks flush again. But she continued trying to dry the spot as much as she could to avoid future punishment. The man began running his fingers through her hair as she started using the last napkin on his crotch. She could feel his cock completely hard in his pants, knowing it was just a matter of time before she would be choking on it. As she finished up, she tried to rise, but the man pushed her roughly back down to her knees. “I think you missed a spot inside the pants. You better unbutton them to check.” There was a pause around the table. Jessica’s hands shook nervously as she began to unbutton the man’s pants. As soon as she undid the zipper, he stood abruptly, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees. His cock sprung forward, and is sit back down, grinning at Jessica. “Well?” He said. “Aren’t you going to check if it’s wet?” She reached out her hand slowly, and began rubbing his cock. It felt warm in her hands, and the man sat back and put his hands behind his head. “How the hell can I get my own sex slave? Can I buy her from you?” Her Master laughed and shook his head. “You’ll have to abduct your own cheer slut. It’s a lot of work, but lemme tell you. It’s worth it.” “Oh I can see that!” The man looked back down at Jessica. “Well, little slut. Let’s see how well you can take a cock.” He stood up from the table, forcefully pulling her to the center of the dining room, skinning her knees on the tile. He grabbed her by the chin, forcing her head back and her eyes upward to gaze into his. “Now, open wide. Let me see how deep I can get this into your throat.” Jessica couldn’t control herself as a tear began to roll down her cheek. But she opened her mouth. Her master had trained her to take dildos down into her throat. It still made her gag slightly, but she was working on getting past it. But she knew if she didn’t do her best to please this man, she would be shocked again and again and locked back downstairs to await more punishment. So Jessica leaned forward, opening her mouth wide and relaxing her throat, and took the cock deep inside of her. The man moaned out in pleasure as he entered her mouth. As she began to deepthroat, she gagged slightly, but pushed through to get his entire length into her mouth. The man grabbed her by the head and began to control the blowjob. He directed her to remain on his cock until she started pulling away, which he let her do. Jessica gasped for air, tears running down her cheeks and saliva dripping down onto the floor. But the man pulled her close and entered her throat again. He began to fuck her mouth, moaning out about how it was the best blowjob he has ever gotten. The other men at the table were cheering him on, telling him how to further degrade the worthless slut in front of him. Jessica kneeled there, gagging on the cock and gasping for air when she could. Her only thought was of avoiding future punishment from her master. But she couldn’t control the fact that her pussy was starting to get wet. Soon enough, the man pulled Jessica’s mouth down onto his cock for the last time, and she felt his warm cum shoot into her throat, causing her to cough and struggle slightly. The man relaxed his hold, taking two steps back, and allowing Jessica to fall onto her hands and knees gasping and coughing. He returned to the table, saying, “So, who’s next with the slut?” Jessica managed to right herself back to her knees when she saw the other fat man get up from the table and walk in front of her. He dropped his pants to the floor, revealing that he was hard from her last performance. “Take it,” was all he said. Jessica obediently opened her mouth and took the cock all the way back into her throat as she had been trained. This blowjob proceeded just like the last one, with perhaps a little less coughing and gagging. Jessica allowed herself to be directed by the strong hands of the man in front of her, bobbing up and down on his hard cock. She obediently allowed him to cum deep into her throat as she was forced down onto his cock for the last time. Again she fell to her hands and knees coughing. The man looked down at her smugly and complimented her Master on his ability to train such a slut. The last man - the one that looked most like her Master - leaned in and whispered something to him. Her master nodded, saying “Yes, but do it downstairs on the mattress.” The man got up, taking Jessica by the arm and helped her to her feet. One of her knees was bleeding slightly and a bit of saliva dripped from her chin onto the floor. Unfazed, the man tightened his grip on her and led her back down to the basement. Jessica struggled slightly walking down the stairs with this man pushing her ahead of him, but she made it down without falling. He led her to the dirty mattress in the corner, and he pushed her forward, causing Jessica to lose her balance and fall face first onto the hard mattress. She didn’t struggle or even turn around as she heard the man unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the ground. She knew what would happen next. Without warning, the man thrust his cock deep into her pussy. Jessica squealed out loudly in pain and shock. The man continued to thrust his cock into her, saying in a deep voice, “It’s lucky you’re such a slut and you’re already wet, or else that would have really hurt.” He reached around, grabbing the back of her neck with his strong hand. He began to push her face roughly into the hard mattress, making it difficult to breathe and causing Jessica to struggle slightly to gasp for air. The man placed his other hand on her hips and used it to fuck her forcefully, causing her already skinned knee to burn as it moved with the jerking motion. But, over the course of her training, Jessica had only been able to orgasm through rough treatment. And the way that this man fucked her helpless pussy reminded her of her master. And, without any control over it, Jessica could feel herself getting more wet and turned on. There was a loud smack as the man slapped Jessica’s ass, causing her to yelp in pain. He leaned in, asking, “Did you like that, you dirty slut?” She didn’t respond, so the man did it again, slapping her harder. “I said, DID YOU LIKE THAT YOU DIRTY SLUT?” He roared out at her. “Y-yes! I like it! I’m - oh! - I’m your dirty s-slut!” Jessica stammered back as the man continued fucking her roughly. He began pulling at her hair, causing Jessica’s neck to bend back and allowing him to control the movement of her body. He began pulling her in an even rhythm, causing her to move towards the man with each thrust. Suddenly and without warning, the man pushed Jessica off his cock and down onto the dirty mattress. He roughly flipped her over so that she was lying on her back, and he began stroking his cock furiously. He moaned out and came, covering Jessica’s face and breasts in his warm cum. The man exhaled, enjoying his orgasm. He used his thumb to wipe a streak of his cum off of Jessica’s face. He forced his thumb into her mouth and make sure she sucked it clean. Then, without a word, he got up, put his pants back on, and went back upstairs. She heard the scrape of metal against metal as she was locked back into the basement. *** Jessica heard the scrape of metal against metal and the door to the basement was thrown open. She heard the stomp of boots coming down the stairs, but she remained facing the wall. She was still dressed in the french maid outfit (or what was left of it after her rough treatment), and she could feel the dried cum sticking to her face and breasts. The shoes were next to the bed, one of the heels broken from the rough fucking a couple of hours ago. She was sobbing to herself silently when her Master approached the old mattress. Without a word, he picked her up and took her upstairs. They went through the door that she hadn’t been allowed in before: the door to her Master’s bedroom. She picked up her head, tears still flowing down her cheeks, as he took her into the bedroom. Here, he stood her up, barefoot on the tile of his private bathroom. He took off the shock collar and placed it on the counter. He pointed at the shower and commanded, “Get in and clean yourself.” Jessica began to wash her body, mentally and emotionally exhausted from her previous treatment. Her pussy still throbbed from the rough fucking, and her throat felt sore. But she dutifully washed her body with soap and her hair with shampoo. She rinsed it all off, and as she stepped out of the shower, her Master came back into the room. He handed her a warm towel, fresh from the dryer, and commanded that she dry herself off. Next he led her into his bedroom and told her to get in, under the sheets. She followed his instructions, and he climbed in, also naked, and laid there spooning her. Completely exhausted from her day, Jessica let herself fall to sleep in the arms of her Master. *** The man smiled as his cute little cheerleader pet made his breakfast. It had been, what, over a year since she had been abducted from the party? She stood at the stove, making scrambled eggs and bacon like she had every other day that week. Jessica - or Jess, as Master liked to call her - was dressed in her tight, form fitting cheer uniform. She still wore the shock collar on her neck, though it was more symbolic than anything. It had been weeks since she had disappointed Master enough to present herself for punishment. Jess placed the eggs and bacon onto two plates, bringing them to the table. She knelt before her Master, asking, “Would Master like me to suck him off before breakfast.” The man nodded, and he began eating as the little cheer slut began bobbing up and down on his erect cock. After he came into her mouth, she smiled up at him, completely happy, and having forgotten her past life.

Chapter 1 Thank God for the scholarship. Without that Brooke didn’t think she could afford college—at least not this college. She had run cross country for five years in high school, actually starting as a precocious eighth grader, eventually winning States as a senior. Now, however, she was having difficulty with her coach. Sammy wasn’t much older than the girls she coached—mid 20’s at the most—but she had been an extremely successful runner, both at cross country and track where she specialized in the longer distances. Despite Brooke’s successes as a freshman, now, as a sophomore, the coach was giving it to her. Sammy showered with the girls every day and she didn’t like the thick bush around Brooke’s cunt. One day she took Brooke aside. “I want you to shave your pussy,” she said boldly. “It’ll help you run faster.” “Gee, I never heard anything like that before. I’ve been pretty good just as things are, haven’t I?” “Listen carefully. If you don’t shave that thing I’m going to yank your scholarship.” “You can’t do that!” Brooke gulped, knowing full well that the coach had total control of her. “Oh, yeah? Just watch me. You know where I live so come over at eight tonight and I’ll show you how to do it. Oh, yeah…don’t be late” Then Sammy turned and strode away, a small but devious smile on her face. Brooke knew she was fucked. There were rumors about girls who went to Sammy’s place—rumors about exotic lesbian activities. As much as Brooke was afraid she couldn’t stop the tingling in her pussy—she was actually excited at the thought of being blackmailed by the coach, for that was exactly what it was—blackmail. Brooke knocked on the door at eight sharp. It was only a second or two before Sammy answered, dressed in a fishnet teddy that showed everything to her student. Sammy’s large D-cup breasts were compressed only slightly by the elastic garment. Her nipples poked out the holes in the mesh—and they were hard! Brooke gulped, embarrassed, but her pussy was jumping with excitement. “C’mon in. I like punctuality, so that’s a plus for you. Let’s go to the bathroom. I need to shave, too, so I’ll show you how to do it.” They went directly to the bathroom where Brooke reluctantly stripped down. Sammy produced some small but sharp scissors to trim Brooke’s pubic hairs prior to the shaving. Then Sammy filled her large whirlpool tub, inviting Brooke to join her. They sat in the hot water. “This makes the shaving a lot easier—and a lot closer. I really love that and you will, too—believe me. You will love it.” Somehow Brooke didn’t think Sammy was talking about the shaving, but even the thought of that made her excited. When Sammy stood up she produced a can of shaving cream. “C’mon, you can do me. I’ll show you what to do and then I’ll do you.” That’s what Brooke was afraid of, but what could she do? Sammy had her by the short hairs—no pun intended. Brooke took the can and slowly applied the shaving cream around Sammy’s cunt. This was the first time she had ever touched another woman’s privates. She found she liked the sensations it yielded. Carefully following Sammy’s directions she shaved her coach’s mound. Rinsing brought her hand directly into contact with Sammy’s snatch. Sammy shuddered at Brooke’s touch, and, to be honest, so did Brooke. Then it was Brooke’s turn. She rose and submitted herself to her coach. She was sure this was sexual harassment, but what could she do? It would be her word against that of her respected coach and she had come to the coach’s home willingly. Sammy applied the shaving soap, taking extra care to stroke Brooke’s wet cunt. Brooke couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped her lips. She closed her eyes as Sammy shaved her clean, something she hadn’t been since she went through puberty when she was eleven. When she was done Sammy kneeled in front of Brooke and kissed her pussy. That opened Brooke’s eyes, for sure. When Sammy applied her tongue to Brooke, she felt the ecstasy of the older woman’s touch. Brooke arched her back pushing her pussy forward as she opened her legs to give Sammy full access. Sammy rammed her tongue deep into Brooke’s tunnel. Brooke had to hold onto the adjacent wall to keep from falling, so weak were her legs under this onslaught. Sammy laughed, “Don’t tell me this is the first time you’ve been with another woman?” “Yes,” Brooke croaked, “but it feels so good—so fucking good.” “Yes, it does. I’ll enjoy it just as much when you do it to me. Come,” she instructed, “you can do me now.” She rose, standing in the tub, bare pussy staring Brooke right in the face. “You are going to be my slave. You like others to take control, don’t you?” Brooke could hardly speak, but somehow she responded. “Yes… yes… I do.” Just as Brooke placed herself close to Sammy, her coach told her sternly, “I own you, and don’t you forget it. I will do with you as I please. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Good, and just to prove it, come closer…under my legs. Good, now open your mouth.” Brooke wasn’t sure but she thought she knew what was coming as her mouth was immediately below Sammy’s cunt. Sammy released, her hot piss squirting out. Her first try missed Brooke’s mouth so she adjusted until her small stream poured into Brooke’s mouth and throat. “Swallow it, you whore! You love it, don’t you, whore?” Brooke was humiliated but there was a part of her that enjoyed being dominated. The hot piss ran down her face as she could barely bring herself to swallow the hot liquid. “Answer me,” Sammy yelled. “Yes. Yes, I do love it.” As humiliated as she was she couldn’t stop her pussy. It was blazing with desire. The more humiliated she was, the hotter her pussy became—she was so hot she’d do anything—absolutely anything. Sammy told her firmly, “When you are here with me you will do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand me?” “Yes,” Brooke blurted out, a tear forming in her eye. “And you will call me ‘Mistress.’ Is that clear?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Now, tell me what you will do.” “I will do whatever you tell me to do, Mistress—anything you tell me to do.” “Very good, Slave, for that is what you are now. I’ve been checking your body out for the past year and I can’t get my eyes off you. Now you are mine, aren’t you?” Brooke gulped at the realization that her life was changed—if not forever, until Sammy tired of her. “Yes, Mistress.” “Good, now eat my pussy and do a good job of it. But you are not to cum until I permit it. Comprende?” “Yes, Mistress, I will not cum until you allow me to.” She moved back to tongue Sammy’s hot cunt. She had never done this before but she knew what to do from watching porn on the internet and being eaten herself by several guys. She licked Sammy, starting at her ass and moving up to her clit. Her first trials at Sammy’s cunt were all designed to stimulate her on the surface—her labia—causing them to swell with desire. Then Brooke narrowed her tongue and pushed it into Sammy’s canal. She found she enjoyed the taste of pussy juice. In fact, she loved it. She tongue fucked Sammy, causing her coach to moan nonstop. Sammy leaned back on the edge of the tub, barely able to support herself. Now Brooke shifted her attention to Sammy’s button. Well, she found it started as a button but quickly, when engorged, transformed into a mini-penis. Brooke took it into her mouth and sucked it as she would an erect cock. She sucked hard while she rubbed Sammy’s breasts and nipples. Sammy started to shake as her orgasm neared, she bucked like a wild bronco when it hit, calming only when it was well past. She pulled Brooke to her and they relaxed in the warm water. When Sammy had recovered she put her hand between Brooke’s thighs. Brooke found that she welcomed Sammy’s touch. She opened her legs so Sammy could force two fingers into her cunt. She manipulated them so they would strike Brooke’s G-spot on every thrust. Brooke threw her pussy forward as she felt her orgasm near. When Sammy tickled Brooke’s clit, she came immediately, releasing all her tensions and fears. “We will do this again,” Sammy whispered, “whenever I decide. You will make yourself available to me.” “Yes, Mistress, I will do it gladly.” Then Brooke dried herself, dressed and left—Sammy still lolling in the tub in post-orgasmic bliss. Chapter 2 The next few days practice was back to normal—no advances from Brooke’s blackmailer. But the following Friday, as practice was about to begin, coach Sammy approached Brooke, “Eight tonight; be on time.” Brooke had a date and now she would have to cancel it, just when she was hoping to get laid. Instead, she was right at Sammy’s door at the appointed hour. Sammy answered in a flame red teddy this time, with ribbons that encircled her bare breasts in lieu of a bra. She said nothing but led Brooke into the hallway. Sammy wiggled her finger, encouraging Brooke, her slave, to follow. “In here,” Sammy pointed to a large bedroom. “Strip and wait on the bed.” Then Sammy left her. Brooke closed the door then sat on the bed to remove her shoes, top, bra, and pants. In anticipation of a night of hot sex she had worn no panties. She noticed a sign on the bureau—“Put this on and lube your ass with this.” Brett was nervous. She was afraid on the one hand, but wet and tingly on the other. She donned the outfit (she didn’t know what else to call it!). It looked like a maid’s outfit except that there were no panties and no bra. Brooke’s privates were fully exposed, as were her large breasts. She bent over, adding the warm lube to and into her ass. Slowly she rubbed it in, first with a single finger, then with two. Slowly her anal muscles adjusted to having something there which was good because very shortly Sammy opened the door wearing the largest strap-on Brooke had ever seen. No penis ever created could have matched this monster. It was easily ten inches long and three inches in diameter. Now Brooke was terrified. Was Sammy actually going to push that huge thing up her ass? Brooke was Sammy’s slave. Even if she had wanted to rebel she couldn’t. Sammy was in control of Brooke’s scholarship; Brooke had to comply—no, not merely comply, she had to willingly accept everything Sammy told her to do. “Ha ha,” Sammy laughed. “This isn’t for your ass. Your pussy is going to love this. In fact, before I’m through with you you’re going to beg for this, aren’t you?” “Yes, Mistress,” Brooke remembered her response, though barely because of her nervousness. “I have something else for your ass, Brooke, my brother Carlos. He used to do my ass but I convinced him yours was tighter. Ha ha. Now, bend over with your hands on the bed.” Brooke did as ordered. She spread her legs in anticipation of receiving the mammoth dildo. Sammy reached under Brooke. “I knew you were a whore; you’re soaking wet. Just can’t wait for it, can you?” “No, Mistress, I want it badly. I want to feel it stretching my pussy to the breaking point. I want to feel it filling me. Please, Mistress, please fuck me.” “Oh, yes, my dear whore slave, you are going to get the fucking of your life.” She rubbed some lube onto the hard schlong before aiming it at Brooke’s dripping cunt. She spread Brooke’s labia just as she pushed her hips forward. The head forced its way into Brooke. “Oh, fuck,” Brooke exclaimed. I don’t think I can take it all.” “Oh. You’ll take all of it. Don’t worry about that,” and she pushed harder and farther into Brooke’s tunnel. Between the lube and Brooke’s flowing juices she managed to accommodate the entire dildo. Now Sammy started to rock her hips, moving the dildo into and out of Brooke. Brooke’s breathing became erratic and shallow as she heated up. “Remember what I told you,” Sammy reminded Brooke, “you are not to cum without my permission.” “Yes, Mistress,” Brooke replied, wondering just how she was supposed to resist this onslaught. Sammy continued fucking Brooke for several minutes causing her to shake all over. Her attempts to elude her orgasm were rapidly failing, however. “Please, Mistress, I need to cum. I can’t help myself. The fucking is driving me crazy. Oh God, I need to cum.” Sammy said nothing—she gave no permission—she just kept on fucking Brooke with the giant artificial penis. She still had one other torture she had held back. She started it now—she turned on the vibrator concealed within the enormous tool. Brooke almost jumped out of her skin. She couldn’t resist. Her orgasm forced its way up through her body. There was nothing she could do no matter how hard she tried. Suddenly she felt a humongous convulsion grip her; she shuddered terribly as the biggest, fiercest orgasm she had ever experienced swept over and through her body. Brooke fell forward, no longer able to support herself on her arms. She lay there, the huge tool still vibrating in her cunt, soaked in her own sweat. She was breathing heavily as her body recovered from the tremendous shock of the orgasm. Slowly she recovered, but she knew she would pay for the unauthorized orgasm just as sure as the sun rises in the East. “Did I tell you to orgasm?” Sammy inquired. “No, Mistress, I couldn’t help myself. I tried…honest. I just couldn’t resist.” “That is no excuse. You will have to be punished.” She called for her brother, “Carlos, come here, I need you.” Having said that, she pulled out of Brooke’s pussy with an audible pop. Sammy lay on the bed, pulling Brooke on top of her. “Lower yourself onto the dildo,” Sammy commanded. Brooke was forced to obey. She straddled Sammy and slowly lowered herself back onto the horrid device. Just as the dildo had bottomed out in her the door opened and in walked Carlos with a dick that looked the twin of what Sammy was wearing. Sammy saw the look on Brooke’s face. “Oh, did I not mention…Carlos was the model for that strap-on? Go ahead, Carlos, you know what to do.” Carlos did indeed know what to do as he positioned his immense organ at her only available tunnel. He pushed hard, not caring if he hurt Brooke or not. He forced his huge erection into her; Brooke screamed from the pain. First the head cleared the sphincter with what sounded like opening a can of soda. Once past that barrier he forced himself all the way in. He gripped Brooke’s hips to support and balance himself as he rammed himself up Brooke’s shitter. He was so big and she was so tight that it wasn’t long—a couple of minutes at most—before he shot load after load of white hot cum up her ass. Brooke felt as though she had been ripped in two between the effects of the dildo and Carlos’ hard prick. When he was completely out he climbed on the bed, forcing his cock into Brooke’s mouth. Brooke gagged as she cleaned her own feces from his cock. When she was done Sammy released her, sending her home. Brooke was so sore she could barely walk. She wondered how she would be able to handle practice tomorrow. Meanwhile, back in Sammy’s house she and Carlos laughed hysterically at the plight of the poor girl. Chapter 3 Brooke hadn’t heard from Sammy in more than two weeks. She wondered if Sammy were done with her; whether she had found another runner or P.E. student to victimize. Brooke was just glad she had survived the ordeal. It had been a tough cross country practice. The hot shower had eased most of Brooke’s aches and pains. She sat now in the locker room-- towel wrapped around her—from just over her firm 36D breasts to down past her knees. As she looked around the room most of the other girls were either combing or brushing their hair or hurrying to dress. But one, Brooke saw, seemed to be fixed on her, or more exactly, the space between her legs. Brooke rose slightly, pulling the towel open so she could spread her legs and give Laurie, for that was her name, a better look. Brooke saw Laurie’s eyes pop out of her head as she unconsciously ran a hand under her towel to rub her breast and squeeze a nipple. “Hmmm,” thought Brooke, “this could prove interesting.” She rose, dropping her towel “accidentally” giving the younger girl a great view of her total package—the large firm breasts, the dark brown areolas and protruding nipples, the narrow waist flaring out to womanly hips, and most importantly, the recently completely shaved kitty. Brooke was dressed and left the locker several minutes before Laurie. She waited for the freshman to exit, and when she did she called to her, “Hey, Laurie, you go my way don’t you?” “Y…yes,” she gulped. “Well, why don’t we walk together? OK?” “Ssss…sure,” Laurie replied slinging her backpack over her shoulder. They walked together making small talk about the team and how it would do in the upcoming season. Before long, they had arrived at Brooke’s home, a rambling ranch she shared with several other girls on a well landscaped lot. “I have an idea, Laurie,” Brooke said, “why don’t you come in for a few minutes. There’s nobody home so I can show you my room and my trophies from last season.” Laurie spoke but so softly she could barely be heard, “Do you think I should?” “Oh, yes, I definitely do,” Brooke replied and, taking charge of the younger girl, took her hand to lead her into the dark house. Laurie was trembling but she eagerly accepted Brooke’s hand, knowing that she’d see more than Brooke’s trophies. They entered the house, dropping their backpacks by the door. Laurie wasn’t the least surprised when Brooke turned to her, cupped her head with her hands, and raised her head for a deep passionate kiss. Brooke’s tongue sought the younger girl’s. Laurie was tentative at first but it wasn’t long before her desires ruled her actions. She opened her mouth for her first –dare she say it—lesbian kiss. It was even more than she had imagined. She loved the way Brooke had taken charge over her, leading the way to the kiss and, hopefully, more. She knew she shouldn’t have stared at Brooke’s pussy but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to see—no, she wanted that hot pussy to kiss and lick and love. Brooke broke the kiss smiling. Holding Laurie’s hand she led her down the hallway to her room. Brooke turned on the night light so the room was bathed in low romantic light. She was getting wet in anticipation of what was to come and she hoped that Laurie was reacting the same way. Brooke loved to eat a dripping cunt. Brooke pulled Laurie into the room before closing and locking the door. “Just in case,” she said to Laurie who could only gulp. Brooke moved close to her protégé slowly removing her blouse. Laurie had small but well formed breasts, about 34B, just right for her slender frame. Next Brooke removed Laurie’s jeans, pushing them along with her panties down to her ankles. Laurie’s virgin pussy trembled, partly in fear of the taboo of their actions, partly in anticipation of the same taboo. Laurie kicked off her shoes so Brooke could completely remove her clothing. Laurie stood there now clad only in her bra, which she quickly removed. She discovered that she was just as brazen as Brooke. She initiated the next kiss, pulling Brooke’s arms around her waist. Brooke pulled her close then shifted one hand to Laurie’s right tit which she massaged gently before rolling her tender nipple in her fingers. Laurie had never felt such sensations. She arched her back, grinding her pussy into Brooke’s leg. She pulled back a bit when she felt Brooke’s hand exploring its way down her abdomen before hesitating just as it reached Laurie’s trimmed hair. “Please...please…touch me. Oh God, I want it so badly.” Brooke rubbed her hand against Laurie’s labia, eliciting a low growl from Laurie’s lips. Laurie opened her legs to give Brooke better access to her love tunnel. Brooke stepped back, keeping her eyes on Laurie’s. She started to disrobe and as she progressed she could see the effect she was having on the younger girl. Laurie couldn’t take her eyes off Brooke’s delicious breasts right up until her cunt was exposed. “On your knees,” Brooke commanded. Laurie sunk to the floor. No other words were needed. She knew what Brooke wanted—what Laurie had until a few minutes ago only dreamed of—licking Brooke’s wet pussy. She leaned forward until her tongue just touched Brooke. It was hard to tell who sighed louder, Brooke upon being licked or Laurie on reaching her much desired dream. Laurie started just above Brooke’s asshole and licked up, savoring the taste of the tiny droplets that had formed there. She stuck her tongue deep into Brooke, slurping out every drop of juice Brooke could produce. Brooke was getting weak in the knees so she sidled over to the double bed that filled the room. Laying back, her pussy just at the edge of the bed, she beckoned Laurie to continue. The young girl attacked Brooke with a passion, lunging into her cunt like a starving man lights into his first meal. She couldn’t get enough of Brooke, licking all over her pussy until Brooke begged, “Do my clit. Oh, dear God…my clit.” Laurie changed her attention to Brooke’s swollen button. She sucked it into her mouth, holding it between her teeth so she could suck and lick simultaneously. This drove Brooke over the top—fast! She bucked her hips up strongly as her orgasm gripped her body. She held herself motionless for several seconds before a tremendous wave of pleasure rippled through her body. She collapsed onto the bed to rest. Laurie climbed onto the bed and into Brooke’s arms. They lay there for almost twenty minutes before Brooke stirred, reaching between Laurie’s legs. She pushed her finger, then two into Laurie causing the other girl to tremble in excitement. She finger fucked Laurie hard and fast. Laurie responded with non-stop groaning as she writhed under the influence of Brooke’s strong hands. When Brooke shifted to her hard nub Laurie gasped audibly. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as her orgasm built up steam and momentum. Laurie could feel it building until—it EXPLODED—causing her to shudder repeatedly before collapsing, soaked in her own sexual sweat. “Wow!” was all she could say. Laurie phoned her mom to say she’d be a bit late—“studying at a friend’s” was neither a lie nor an exaggeration. She returned to the bed—to her new lover’s arms. “Ever do 69?” Brooke asked. “No,” replied Laurie, “but I think I’m going to. And I think I’m going to love it, too.” She shifted around and climbed onto Brooke, her legs apart. Brooke reached up to clit-lick her lover while Laurie leaned down, burying her head in Brook’s bald cunt. They licked and sucked and sucked and licked. When Brooke pushed a moistened finger into Laurie’s anus she thought she would go off like a nuclear bomb. She had never experienced such rapture—such euphoria. Their heat climbed to new heights. Together they experienced a deep seated roar climbing from some hidden place demanding to escape. All of a sudden it reached the surface for both of them. They screamed in a combination of anguish and joy. They rose to their apex only to fall—to float down--oh so gently back to earth. Laurie fell from Brooke’s body, unable to move—to use her arms or legs—and lay there breathing deeply while her heartbeat gradually slowed to normal. “That was…” “Yes, it was,” Brooke whispered, unable to speak, “all that and more. And, yes, we are definitely going to do it again.” “Oh, Brooke, I’m so glad. I want to do it over and over and over.” Brooke grinned to herself knowing she could now do with Laurie as she wished. Laurie would be her slave as Brooke had been a slave in the past and would be again—sooner than she ever believed. Chapter 4 Brooke had decided by the end of her freshman year that she needed a car. Getting around the extensive campus, shopping, and other demands were a lot, even for a cross country star. Unfortunately, the rigors of practice had delayed the purchase. She visited several dealerships in town before deciding on a used Honda Civic about six years old, but in good mechanical condition and with relatively low mileage. She needed to finance the purchase, paying with money from her part-time job on campus. After selecting the car she had to meet with the finance officer, an attractive well-built Hispanic woman named Marica showed Brooke into her office. It was clear that Brooke wore no bra, her large breasts bulging and straining against the fabric of her strapless top. Marica leaned against the corner of her desk, completely dominating Brooke. “Nice,” she said, “really, really nice. What are those puppies? They look like D’s at least. You should have them pierced. That would be really sexy, you know?” Brooke was speechless. She liked to dress to tease—to show off her lush body, to make men, and women for that matter, want her. She loved when men’s heads turned to watch her walk down the street. But she never imagined someone would speak to her in this manner. “Why should I do it?” “Well, for one thing I will give you a better deal on the car if I can take you to do it. It’s a real turn on for me. And I love to suck on pierced titties. I’ll bet you enjoy being dominated, don’t you?” Brooke hung her chin on her chest, a sign of submission. “Aha, I thought so. I’m going to enjoy sucking on those babies and I’ll bet your cunt is dripping wet now, isn’t it?” Brooke was embarrassed that her body was responding so eagerly, but she nodded her agreement and compliance with Marica’s advances. “C’mon, it’s just about lunch time. We can go to the same place that did mine.” They climbed into Marica’s car and in five minutes they were at the piercer’s store. It never occurred to Brooke to say no, so enthralled was she with this Hispanic minx. Marica ordered two rings for Brooke’s nipples. Brooke shot her a questioning glance. “Maybe we’ll want to attach a leash, eh, pet?” If Brooke was wet before she was gushing now. A dark spot appeared at the joint of her legs and was spreading rapidly. Brooke crossed her legs, cursing her wanton body. Fifteen minutes later she had her piercings—two gold rings each about an inch in diameter. Brooke paid with her credit card. “OK,” Marica said excitedly, “let’s get that car and then maybe we can do some personal stuff.” She winked as she said it so Brooke would be sure to get her meaning. She reached for Brooke when they were in the car. Turning her head Marica led Brooke into their first kiss. Brooke melted under the aggressive woman’s touch and the kiss was something else. Marica’s full lips pressed against Brooke’s forcing her mouth open to receive a probing tongue. Brooke was breathing hard, a sure sign that she was really into the kiss and the dominance Marica was promising. When they broke the kiss Marica smiled. “Let’s get together after we do the car deal. I promise you a good time. Would you like to serve me—be my slave?” “Brooke gulped unbelieving; she could hardly believe the speed at which this relationship was evolving, but she loved the aggressive dominant behavior the Hispanic woman exhibited toward her. Brooke hung her head and merely nodded. After the car was a done deal Marica took the rest of the afternoon off. She led Brooke, now driving her new car, to her apartment. They held hands all the way up the walk to the door. Inside Marica turned and engaged Brooke in a long passionate kiss. She undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties were next. Brooke found her hand being led to Marica’s hot cunt. Brooke gasped into Marica’s mouth when she touched the Hispanic’s pussy. Brooke found it much like hers—completely shaved and wetter than hell. She rubbed her hand into Marica’s slit until her fingers were coated in Marica’s juices. When Marica broke the kiss Brooke couldn’t wait to plunge those fingers into her mouth, savoring the taste and aroma of her new lover. Marica led Brooke to the bedroom where they removed their remaining clothes. Marica had a gorgeous body—one that Brooke craved just as she craved oxygen or water. “Kneel,” Marica ordered. Brooke found herself right in front of Marica’s pussy; she required no further instruction and plunged her face into the wet cunt. A loud groan escaped Marica’s lips. “Oh, fuck,” she exclaimed. “Oh, fuck me with that tongue. Fuck…me.” Marica grasped Brooke’s head and pulled in into her pussy. Brooke’s nose was forced up and into Marica whose aroma Brooke found intoxicating. Suddenly Marica turned around. “Lick my ass. Go ahead, lick it,” Marica demanded. Brooke was drunk with lust. As soon as Marica was turned around she opened up her ass cheeks revealing her tight puckered ass. Brooke went at it eagerly, licking all around several times before forcing her tongue to penetrate the succulent hole. She was tongue fucking Marica’s ass with a frenzy she had never known. Marica meanwhile was suffering wave after wave of electrical shocks emanating from her stimulated anus. Marica pulled Brooke up onto the bed. She rubbed her pussy into Brooke’s. They humped each other together. It was an orgy of sexual liberation—Marica the strong leader, Brooke the willing follower. Breasts were massaged, nipples rolled and pinched; clits teased and sucked. It seemed that there were more than two people in that bed so active was the sex. In time, though, both came, experiencing mammoth orgasms. They lay there each dreaming of what was to come in their future. It was hard to say who was more excited—Marica, who would play out her dreams of controlling—dominating—another human spirit, or Brooke, who would surrender her will in return for sexual fulfillment. Who was the winner? It’s not for me to say.

HER MOTHER It was such a bummer. I paid for two circus tickets, but my girlfriend broke up with me just two weeks ago. I could sell them, but I really wanted to see the show this evening. It has been a while since I saw a circus. Might be fun. But I needed someone for my second ticket. So, I called my ex-girlfriend Diane, with which we broke up nicely about three years ago, but remained close friends. But, she had a birthday anniversary plan with her friends. Truly, she was at the bottom of my list of people I wanted to go out with. But she proposed, instead, to share those tickets with her mother. So, I had two choices, to eat the extra-ticket or to go there with my ex's mother. It sounded funny to go out with my ex-girlfriend's mom, but during the time I went out with Diane (who is 10 years younger than me), I had a great relationship with her mother, I was almost closer to her than her daughter. She was very mature, and we had a lot in common. Usually, I preferred to go out with younger girls, but her mom was such a nice person, so why not. So, I called her mother Nicole, and, since she had no plans for the evening, she accepted. The circus was funny. We laugh. It was good dollar-value and the company was great. We went to a Chinese restaurant afterward and we chatted a lot. Then, as a gentleman, I accompanied her home. She was living in an apartment since her divorce. All night long, I kept saying to myself that she was looking good for her age. Slim, breasts size smaller than Diane but still round, smelled good, nice ass: she was taking great care of herself. She was laughing at my jokes and listened to what I had to say. Maybe I should stop going out with younger girls. When we were at her door, I saw an opening and gently kissed her goodnight on the lips. She didn't resist and was waiting or me to do the first move. Soon, after, she pushed me away with her two hands. She looked worried. - Should we do this? You were Diane's boyfriend! - Exactly! I WAS! Then I kissed her again with my arms around her, she melted instantly and kissed me back. I caressed her back, then my hands went south to grab her ass. She didn't resist. I suspected she didn't had sex in a while. It was kinda hard, but we managed to get in her apartment without tearing each other's clothes. But once the door was close, I continued to explore her body with my hands and kisses while undressing her. She was very docile and let me do whatever I wanted. Once completely naked, I discovered that she truly has a very beautiful body for her age. I told her and her face turned red. We went to her bedroom, she turned on a small lamp before lying on her bed while she watched me undress. I approached her with my hard cock, and she gave me a great blowjob. I loved experienced women. We had passionate sex. She knew what she was doing. She even surprised me by swallowing my cum, and loving every drop. We tried to rest for a while, but we couldn't stop caressing each other's body and we fucked again. This time, instead of using her pussy, I fucked her ass without a warning. I wanted to see her reaction. She was uncomfortable, it seemed to hurt a little, but she didn't complain that I was in the wrong hole. I tried to get as far as I could. The door opened. Diane was flabbergasted to see her mother having sex with me. - Oh! I am sorry! I didn't know! If the light wasn't so dim, I am sure I would have seen her face as red as a tomato. She closed the door quick and left. I knew she lived with her mom. But neither her mom, or I, knew if she was sleeping here tonight after her party. I also didn't expect that she would open the door while we had sex. It was so intense that I didn't hear her come in. Her arrival kinda turned off the mood for both of us. After discussing with Nicole about who is gonna talk with her, I choose to go. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, and then went to Diane's bedroom to make sure that she was ok with the strange situation of having her ex fucking her mother. - Hem, Di, I … you know... it just happened. We were horny at the moment and one thing led to another! You know... you know what I mean! - Don't worry! I understand! My mother didn't have sex since the divorce last year, so, I think she really needs someone, I am glad it's you, and I am happy for her! Her voice was very nice and calm. She acted like she wasn't upset at all. I suspected that the inside was different, and she needed reassurance. On second thought, did she plan this to hook us up? - It's maybe just a one time thing. We don't have a relationship or something like that. - Why did you come to my bedroom naked? - So? You saw me nude before! I didn't see a problem with that. - Yeah! But you have a big hard on, with your six inches, at the moment! I looked down. - Yeah, true, but let me continue, understand that I am not attached to you or your mother, you know. I don't want our friendship to be different, if your mom and I ended up together. - Seeing your prick remind me of how much I liked your cock! I missed it, you know! She was clearly not in a listening mood. I didn't know what else to say. - Do you mind if I touch it again? - It doesn't matter, you did it before! She sat on her bed, grabbed it and rubbed it up and down slowly. I noticed she was completely naked, with her pussy shaven. Her D size boobs were hanging with very hard tits pointing almost down. - Must be weird for you to once had sex with a daughter and now her mother! - As weird as you felt when you surprised us having sex! - Fuck! I missed fucking you! We were great together, weren't we? - Yeah, lots of fun! But I came here to tell you to not get upset if your mother and I see each other in the future. It was kinda hard for me to concentrate repeating this. Not sure if I meant it anymore. She was driving me crazy. She continued to act like she didn't listen to what I said. Her eyes just stared at my cock like the first one she saw. One hand was rubbing it while the other played with my balls. - You mind if I suck your cock? It is your fault to come here naked! You got me hot and horny! I looked back. - If your mother doesn't see it, that's ok! I don't want to upset her, either. She didn't let me finish my answer. After the word «mother», she took it all in her mouth. She now got me all excited again. She put it all the way in and out while looking up at me. Diane was always good with blowjobs. It is a family thing. I whispered: - Want to fuck? - You betcha! She leaned on her back while I approached slowly as she moved my cock in her pussy. She gasped with pleasure on entry. So, I fucked her hole as hard as I could while doing the less noise possible. Nicole should be asleep. After a while, I worried about the door being open. I looked and there she was. Looking at us. It was uncertain about how long she stood there. I think I heard her wept. She was wearing a see-thru sexy red lingerie. I stopped while Diane was grabbing my torso to get fuck harder. She didn't realize her mother's presence, yet. I had a tear bomb to defuse. - Nicole! Diane got surprised, stopped fucking to look at her. - Mom! Her mother froze. At least, she didn't run away like Diane, it was a good thing, but I needed to sweeten that situation now. - Please, come sit here! We have to talk. I suggested pointing to the chair besides the bed at our feet. After a few seconds, she reluctantly accepted. She advanced slowly and sat while closing her nighty, with her left hand to hide her boobs, and the other to hide her cunt. That second hand wasn't necessary, her legs were so tight together that we couldn't see anything on a bright light. On the bed, Diane was confused by my invitation. She pulled the bedsheet to hide her breasts. - Look Nicole! You and I are not engaged or anything. We can have sex with anyone we want! I am sure that it is difficult for you to see me with your daughter, but Diane and I were together before, so that might... or not explains things. I am getting lost in my explanations. What are the right things to say in this fucking situation? - Nicole, you have to understand that I like you both the same way. Fucking your daughter won't prevent me to have sex with you afterward. We are just having fun, not getting married. Do you understand? She acknowledged with moving her head. She used her right hand to take some tears away. - I love what you wear, Nicole, you look very sexy. Could you help to make this situation less weird about all three of us naked in the same room? - I guess! - Great! Just sit and watch us having sex, that should help us to be more comfortable! After five seconds of thinking, she agreed with moving her head again down. I looked at her daughter. - Are you ok with that, Diane? - If my mom is ok with this, I won't mind! - After our fuck, I will have sex with your mom, and you will watch us, ok? - Mmm, I think I could like this! Nicole moved her lingerie even tighter after hearing this. But she didn't leave. Since my cock didn't leave Diane's pussy, I continued to fuck her like her mother isn't here, but that's not true, I was even more excited! And so was Diane, she was like a kid who wants to show off to her mother how fun it was and moaned very hard! From time to time, I watched her mother's reaction, and she was not looking away. She eventually loosened up her négligée and used her hand over her pussy to masturbate. So, since she liked what she saw, I decided to test her submissiveness hints that I noticed so far. I leaned over Diane and whispered in her ear. I looked at her face and she approved. - Hey Nicole, come here! Surprised, she stopped pleasuring herself. She got on her knees and approached us, having a better view of her daughter's naked body at the same time. - I want to fuck Diane's ass! I remember that she loves that! Can you help? She hesitated and then said in an innocent tone. - What can I do? I smiled. And I pull out my cock. - First, you suck my cock to make it slide better. I don't want to hurt her ass. - But it just came from her pussy? she protested with a small voice. - Just do it! I insisted firmly. I was pushing again her button to always please others. So, she reluctantly took it and her lips slid it in as far as she could in her mouth, pull it out slowly and did it again. She didn't look at her daughter and acted like she wasn't here. - You are the greatest, Nicole! I let her suck it seven times, while Diane was watching with haze. I am sure she couldn't believe seeing her mom, tasting her pussy juice. - Now, while I hold her legs up, you aim my cock to her ass! I really didn't need her help, but I wanted her to be involved. She obeyed my command and led my cock in Diane's hole. If my memory was correct, it was very tight. I got Diane's both legs on my shoulders and started fucking. Her job done, Nicole was in the motion of standing to get back in her chair, but I stopped her. - Don't go! I still need your assistance! She froze with a puzzled face. - What else is there to do? - Diane would feel more joy if you could rub her pussy while I fuck her ass! Do you agree? - I am not sure! I cou... I immediately raised my voice over her hesitation. - Do you agree? - Yes, but...! - Then, DO it! I angrily said. She stopped resisting and obeyed my order. She reluctantly put her left hand on her daughter's clit and started to rub it. Diane went crazy! She was not expecting that from her own mom. I was kinda surprised, too. She could have refused and ran away, but didn't. I said kindly. - Come here and kiss me, my little slut! I bent down, and our lips met while she didn't stop rubbing the clit. I pushed her head toward Diane. - Look how you make your daughter happy. Now, slut, suck one of her tit to help her reach her climax. You want to make her happy, don't you? - Yes, but, I nev... - Do it, slut! I told her with a firmer voice. Nicole bent her head toward her daughter's big breast and started to play with one of her tits with the tip, starting with her tongue and then her lips. - I didn't tell you to stop rubbing her cunt, slut! Continue! So, she put her hand back on Diane's clit. I stopped fucking her ass. Instead, i lift Nicole's ass to put my cock in her pussy. - Continue to please your daughter, my little slut. I pumped her hard. Waited. And fucked her hard again. I heard her moaned. Whenever she lost Diane's tit, she came back over that tit, to lick, suck and pinch it. Then I accelerated. - Are you are mine, Nicole? She stopped sucking to answer. - Yesss! - Will you do everything that I say, my little slut? She didn't answer, so I slapped her ass. - Hun! Oh! yess! - From now on, I will address you a slut! Do you love that? - Yesss! I fucked her harder. - Will you obey every one of my command? I slapped her ass harder. - Hun! YES! she yelled. - Will you obey Diane's orders as well as mine? I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. - Hun! I am your slut! Hun! I will do whatever you say! Hun! - Good answer, slut! I stopped just before I was about to cum. I took her face in my hand. - Who are your master and mistress? She quickly answered, to propably escape a slap. - YOU AND DIANE! I kissed her long. She didn't phase when I mentioned the words master and mistress. That's good! - Now, slut, you will finger her and suck her clit till she gets her orgasm. - Yes, I will, sir! She was obedient. She put two fingers in and fucked her faster while sucking her clit. Diane couldn't take it anymore, she went wild and got a great orgasm. I am sure she never thought to get it from her own mother. - Well done, slut! I gave a big kiss to my new sub to reward her obediance. After that, Diane approached her mother and they both kissed like lovers. I noticed that Diane took advantage of her position to made sure that their tits were rubbing against each other's. - It is your turn, slut, lie on your back on the bed! Diane's order was very firm. She understood how to use her mom. - Yes, mistress! She did what Diane asked. So, Diane went in between her legs and started licking the place she came out in this world. Seeing that made me almost cum. I went to my new sex slave. - Give me a blowjob, cunt! She took my prick and started sucking on it, or at least she tried the best she could because Diane was very good at licking and fingering her pussy. I slapped her face, and insulted her, when she stopped or slowed down. Actually, I didn't mind those interruptions. I loved watching two women together. And watching a mother and her daughter was special. But my slave needed to be trained. When I saw my slut close to orgasm, I asked Diane to stop. We then switched to Nicole's bigger bed. Thanks to my slut, my cock was hard and ready. But I didn't know which hole to filled and who's. I had six options. - Come on, slut, let's suck and lick your master's cock and balls together! - Yes, mistress! I loved that idea! I sat on the bed to watch them work on my prick. Our sexslave obeyed without resisting. From now on, Nicole knew she would be our sextoy, and was no longer Diane's mother. When I was about to shoot my cum, I took my cock, and pointed it to both of them with their tongue out of their mouth ready to catch my cum. I did it mostly on Nicole's tongue. She closed her mouth. - Don't swallow, slut, give me some!, Diane french kissed her quickly to get some cum too. I wondered who was the real slut here. It must run in the family. She added: - Now, come between my legs, slave. Show me again how a dirty whore, like you, lick a cunt! - Yes, mistress! - Tell me how much you like my cunt, whore? - It smells and taste great, mistress! She obeyed to her mistress's words and put her head between her daughter's legs. With a smile on her face, Diane showed me with her hand to come closer, so I did, and she whispered: « thank you!», before she kissed me. I went behind my slave and fingered her two holes. Her ass rocked and so did my sex life. What I didn't mention, is that, three years ago, Diane broke up with me for a girl. Not a great moment of my life. It happened after I accepted Diane's suggestion to do a threesome with one of her girlfriend: Sarah. Which guy would say no to that offer. After that experience, Diane discovered she was, herself, a lesbian and left me for her. But she certainly couldn't tell her mom. Nicole was a very religious person, and Diane knew she would never accept her new sexual preference. She was forced to hide the truth and lied a lot to spent time with Sarah. But none of us knew how submissive and naughty her mother really was, till this night, when we broke her up. Now, Nicole does anything we ask of her like the slut she is. She didn't mind wearing a dog collar and getting her nipples and clit pierced. She just aimed to please us any way we want. If we knew about who she really was, we would have done it earlier. So during this night, I freed both of them to their true nature. Having sex in a threesome most days gave lots of pleasure, but it was exhausting. When I rested my cock, the women gave me quite a sex show. Never got tired of watching them doing a 69. Eventually, Diane told her girlfriend Sarah about our situation. She found it exciting and she joined us. After that, I invited Mike, a friend of mine, because pleasuring three women was too much for me. Now, Diane and I are thinking about including more people.

"Hey Sarah", the message begins, "I'm cooking up a special dinner tonight and I want you to be there. I'm inviting a bunch of our friends, it'll be great!" I'd known Steve for years, but never knew he could cook. This is such short notice though... Well, it IS a Tuesday. What else do have to do on a Tuesday night? "Sounds good. I'll be there. You want me to bring anything?" "Nah, just bring yourself" "Alright, I'll see you then!" "See ya!" I continue working until five o'clock, wondering what sort of meal Steve's preparing and who might be there. I hope Steve's not, like, vegan or something. I can't remember him eating any time we've hung out. Maybe Jess will be there, and I can ask her why she hasn't returned my calls in a week. At the end of the day, I leave, get to my car, and drive over to Steve's. There are quite a few cars parked in the street around his house. I wind up parking four houses away and walking back. I knock on the door, and some guy I don't recognize answers it. It's surprisingly not loud for a party. I would think they would be blasting music or something, but it's quiet. As the door opens I catch the scent of something that smells amazing. "Hey," the guy starts, "Are you Sarah?" I'm caught off guard by this guy knowing my name. I don't know him. It's kinda creepy. "Y- yeah?" "Oh, good, Steve said to expect you." As he says this, he opens the door the rest of the way. Inside, I see a whole party of people. They're all just sitting around and talking. I don't recognize any of them. They're also all guys. "Where's Steve?", I ask, hoping to see a familiar face. "Oh he's in the kitchen," the guy points, as if I don't know where the kitchen is, "checking on the entree." "Thanks." I step passed the guy and wave to the group shyly as I walk passed to the kitchen. As I enter, I see Steve closing the oven. "Oh, hey Sarah! I wasn't sure if you'd make it!" "Of course I came. Who could turn down a free meal cooked by a friend, right?" "Heh, yeah, I hope you like it. It should only be about another hour." "I don't know, like, anyone else here." "These are all buddies of mine that I met online. We all meet up like this every Tuesday. I thought this would be a good chance for you to meet them. You can trust them as much as you can trust me, so don't be shy." "Okay. I guess I'll go introduce myself. Dinner smells great! I can't wait to eat!" I return to the previous room and introduce myself. The guys are all very different from one another. It doesn't seem to be a group who would usually hang out together, and I can't really find any common interests to all of them as we chat. After a while, I hear Steve call out, "Hey, I'm about to bring out the food. If you could all wait in the dining room that'd be great." We move to the dining room, and I wind up seated furthest from the exit. I hope I don't wind up having to go to bathroom during dinner, as I'd have to squeeze past half the people here. Then Steve brings out what was in the oven... WHO was in the oven... It was Jess! I look wide eyed at the platter as she's set down on the table. She's completely bald, and a lot browner, but that's definitely Jess. "I uh... I've gotta go to the bathroom. Sorry. I'll be right back." The guys, who were all looking at Jess and clutching their forks and knives, mouths watering at the sight of her cooked body, all turn to look at me. A shiver of fear runs down my spine. The guy seated to my right hands me an empty beer bottle. "Here. Use this. We won't watch. It'll be easier than having everyone here get up." "Th- Thanks." I take the bottle. They want to keep me here in this room. They know I'll escape if I can. They've all got knives too. There's no way past them. Maybe if I just play along, I can watch for an opening. But how can I eat my best friend like this? I mean, she smells absolutely delicious, but she was my friend. This is insane. "Sarah," Steve asks, holding up a carving knife, "Jessie wanted you to have the first pick of her meat. Where do you want a slice from?" She... wanted? This was her choice? Why didn't she ever tell me this? This is confusing... "Uh... I don't know. I've never eaten a person before. What's good?" "Personally, I'd recommend a slice of thigh or ass. It's a lot like pork, so whatever cut you might get from a pig, you'd probably like from a longpig, which is what we call humans when they're food." "Okay, I'll try some of her thigh." "Great choice!", Steve exclaims as he puts a slice of Jess's thigh on a plate and passes it down to me. It looks as delicious as it smells. This feels so wrong, but my mouth is watering. I take my fork and knife and cut a small piece off. I slowly bring it up to my mouth. I begin to chew and it tastes incredible. It's like honey glazed ham, but even sweeter. Culinary perfection. "Mmmmmm, this is absolutely delicious!", I exclaim, as I cut myself a much larger bite from the slice in front of me. "Thanks! Jess and I had been discussing this night for the past week. It's great to have friends for dinner, isn't it?" "Mm, yeah, she's so sweet. Can I get another slice?" In my mind, the two conflicting thoughts begin to swirl. As I eat, helping after helping, from various parts of her body, my absolute enjoyment of my friend's delicious body begins to overtake my apprehension against cannibalism and twist it instead into something of pure enjoyment... Something of pure sinful pleasure. While waiting for my 3rd slice, I'm already squeezing my right tit with my left hand, through my shirt. Eating my friend is making me so wet. Once I reach my limit, I'm so horny, and I still want more, but I just can't eat another bite. Most of Jessie is gone. The others ate as voraciously as I did. Then I feel someone grab my chest from behind and squeeze my tits. I don't care who they are. I don't care who sees. I'm in absolute lust right now. I let out a moan and move my head back, giving them better access. They pull my shirt off as I kick off my shoes. Another minute and we've removed the rest of my clothes as well. I turn in my seat and take this strangers hard cock into my mouth as I reach my other hand into my skirt and begin to rub my clit. I close my eyes and feel someone else pull my skirt and panties off. Another dick enters my dripping hole. After a few thrusts, he picks me up and lays me on him, on the floor pushing his moistened cock into my ass. The guy who I was sucking off kneels near my head so I can continue as a third guy fucks me. I grab two nearby cocks with my hands. We go late into the night as guys take turns in my holes, giving me orgasm after orgasm. Every guy there fucks me at least once. When I wake up, I'm lying on Steve's table naked. The plates haven't been cleared. Jess's bones are picked clean. There are spots of dried cum on the table, chairs, floor and on me. Steve's sitting naked in one of the chairs near me, but the others are all gone. "Good morning sleepy-head," Steve says. "Hey... Good morning... That was, like, the best night ever." "I knew you'd have fun. You want to have some more fun?" He gets up from the chair, his morning wood ready to go. "Yes, please." He sucks and licks my nipple, followed by a playful bite and pull. "Mmmmm... You would be such a delicious longpig." I look next to me at the platter of my friend's bones. "With you as the chef, I'm sure I would." Thinking about it gets me excited so quickly as he moves his head down and pulls my moistening moistening labia with his mouth. He makes "mmmm" sounds, like he's eating a delicious meal as he licks, sucks and pulls on my labia and clit. Climbing onto the table, he gives me a deep kiss as his cock enters my cunt. Our tongues intertwine as he thrusts deep into me, stroke after stroke. He pulls himself up just in time for me to let out a moan of deep pleasure. Pulling out, he showers me with his cum. I call into work sick and help Steve clean up from last night. I clean up the table, chairs and floor as he does the dishes. After that, I take a shower. All I can think about is joining the group again next week. I dry off and leave the towel in the bathroom. As I step out, "Do you serve longpig every Tuesday?" "For the last five years or so, yeah." "Who do you have lined up for next week?" "Well, I was kinda hoping to get to cook you. What do you say?" Well, obviously my answer is no, right? I don't want to die. As caught up in the moment as I am and all, no one in their right mind would agree to be eaten (no offense to my good friend Jessica.) "Heh, well, as long as I'm in your hands, I know I'll taste great, won't I?" What the hell? Do I not listen to reason? He's offering to kill me, and I flirt about how good I'll taste? Get it together, Sarah! "Oh you definitely will. Tell me, do you have any other friends who you think would enjoy eating you? I could invite them next week." I should say no one. Whoever I say is as good as dead. Shit, why am I not bolting for the door? "Stephanie, probably. Here, I can give you her info..." I start walking over to my handbag to take out my cell phone where I keep all my friend's contact info. That was the absolutely best time of my life, and Steve is incredibly hot, and a great chef and all that, but aren't I supposed to instinctively flee from death? Why is this making me horny instead of wanting to flee? Why am I staying here and just letting my friend here turn me into the sweetest most delicious, succulent meal imaginable? "What kind of site did you meet those friends on? They seemed nice." "Oh, it was a fetish site for eating human flesh. Our first few meals were volunteers from that site, but we kinda ran out of women there. Girls are so much more tender than guys." "I think I have that fetish now." "Good. It's called 'voraphilia'. Having it will make cooking you all the easier. Come, I'll show you to the guest room." I follow him into the basement. He's got a false wall, and behind it is the room. There's a bed, a small table, and a toilet. It's almost like a prison cell. In the center is a pole with a rope around it that leads to a collar. I know I should leave, but instead I lift my hair to allow Steve to more easily put the collar on my otherwise naked body. "I'm getting kinda hungry. What's for breakfast?" Steve hands me a bottle of honey. "To make sure you're deliciously sweet, you're going to eat nothing but honey for the next week. It will soak through to all of your meat and even clean out some of your systems for me." "Thanks." "And if you need me for any reason... For more honey, sex, or even just to chat, simply press this button on the wall here." "What if you're at work?" "Actually, I am at work. The guys all pay me when they visit each week." The next morning, I call into work to tell them I went on vacation to the Bermudas. Over that week, Steve and I make love dozens of times. I start to notice my poop being less like poop and more like honey. On the last day, when Steve comes down, he tells me with a smile, "It's Tuesday." After making love again, he brings me upstairs to the bathroom and completely removes my hair. I see the large pile of red hair as he sweeps it up and dumps it into the garbage pail. Then, in the shower, he scrubs me extra well. Twice in some areas, as he needs to clean me again after making love to me. By now, I've fully accepted that I'm meat. As meat, it will be an honor to be cooked by such a skilled chef. I'm looking forward to it, wet with anticipation. We go into the kitchen, and I help him prepare the honey glaze, and spread it on myself where I can reach while he spreads it on the places that I can't. I lie down in the pan on my back, lift my legs with my knees spread to the sides crossing my ankles, and hold my wrists near my ankles to allow Steve to tie them all together the way that Jess was. He slides me into the preheated oven and I feel the wave of heat against my skin. I imagine this must be similar to a tanning bed, but with my pasty white skin I wouldn't know, since I can't tan. As the metal of the pan heats up, I feel a searing pain along my back, much worse than the pain from the heat in the air. I hear a few of the guests arrive. The metal box that is the oven seems to amplify the sounds, so I can hear them really well. Despite all the pain, I get very wet imagining them eating me, but the added moisture seems to cook off of me almost as quickly. As I continue to cook, I get very tired, and my consciousness fades away as I fall asleep, dreaming of how good I will taste.

This happened many years ago, but I felt like sharing it with you guys. I was a single girl who was very comfortable with my sexuality. I was invited to stay with a college friend of mine (Emily) who lived in Los Angeles for a week during a summer. I had never been before, so it sounded like fun... plus, Emily was my main girl to call on when a guy wanted a threesome, or I just wanted a friend to join me on a slutty adventure... so I thought she might have invited me for a little threesome fun with her husband Bruce, who I hadn't met, but based on his pictures I'd have no problem letting him fuck me. Emily did let me know in advance that Bruce didn't know about all of her sexual history, so I let her know I wouldn't talk about anything unless she brought it up first... the last thing I was going to do was get her in trouble, but I was curious how much he did know... after all, Emily and I were quite the little sluts back in school, lol. She moved to California shortly after college and met Bruce soon after... and now almost 16 years later I'm about reunite and meet her family for the first time. Emily met me at the airport with a smile and a big hug, and then took me out to lunch where we caught up with each other's lives. She told me about Bruce and her two sons (Connor and Craig), her job as a real estate agent, and planned future vacations. I finally decided to break the ice and ask her "So what motivated you to invite me over after so long?". She smiled at me and responded "of course I missed you, but I did have alternative motives...". "Go on" I said in a playful tone. Emily, still smiling, shyly said "our sex life is... tame... and I was hoping you might be able to help me out". I smiled back and said "you know I have your back... so what did you have in mind?". Emily replied "I want an open relationship, but he is totally against it... I thought maybe with some baby steps he'd slowly get on board". "So you miss getting fucked by new dicks?" I said jokingly, and she answered "yeah, I kind of do!... I love Bruce, but I miss the sexual excitement we used to have back in college... and I'd love to share sexual adventures with him". "I think I understand" I said "you want me to have a threesome with you guys and hope it might spark an interest in him too do more, right?". Emily smiled and said "I would, but I don't think he'd do it based on his hesitancy to explore the idea... so I told him that you and I had messed around before, and asked if he'd like to watch that... which he agreed he would". "Of course he would" I said teasingly. "Bruce doesn't know about all the guys we have fucked together... I mean he knows I wasn't a virgin, but he has no ideas how many guys I have fucked.... anyway, would you be interested in letting him watch us play together?". To be honest, I was flattered and turned on by the idea... but I was also hoping he would fuck me. My sex drive is extremely high, and I get overly horny if I go awhile without getting fucked. I said "of course I would, you know me... but would you want me to try to fuck him, or are you not ready for that?" She laughed and said "if you could, that would be great... but I don't see that happening... but it would be a great stepping stone toward us having the open relationship I want". "I'll see what I can do" I said with a smirk. Emily said "Bruce won't be around a lot during the day due to work, but we have the nights to have some drinks and play around... thanks for helping me out". I quickly replied "no need to thank me, it sounds fun!... I miss having sexual adventures with you!... does Bruce now about this?" Emily smiled at me and said "yeah... I told him that I would talk to you, and if you were interested, he could watch us fuck each other... he seemed excited by the idea". I replied "I'm excited about it too" with a wink. Emily took me to her home, and showed me around. It was a 3 bedroom/2 bathroom house. The master bedroom had its own bathroom, and the other bathroom was for the boys and guests. She showed me where I'd be staying (the youngest sons room, while he stayed with his brother during my visit), and then took me to be introduced to her boys in Craig's room. Emily walked in without knocking, which I thought was odd... but the boys didn't seem to think anything about it, and introduced me to them. "Boys, this is Diana, the girl I was telling you about who is staying with us this week. Diana, this is my youngest Connor, and this is his brother Craig". We exchanged pleasantries and Emily added "you probably won't see much of these two. They stay in their rooms all the time on their computers, so outside of dinner we rarely see them... there's just to much porn to watch and video games to play". Craig looked at Emily with a shocked face and said "Mom! You're embarrassing us". Emily giggled and said "I'm only teasing... it's no big deal, you're at that age...". Connor quickly cut her off saying "mom, please stop!". We both chuckled as we left the room, letting them get back to their games. I settled down in Connors room, where is be sleeping, while Emily started preparations for dinner. I started to unpack my clothes, but noticed that the drawers were all full with Connors clothes... but I did stumble upon what appeared to be a journal. I knew I should respect his privacy, but I've always been overly nosey and just couldn't help myself. I skimmed through it, and it was actually really cute. He talked about discovering masturbation, and girls he had crushes on... a few tales of being mad at his parents or his brother... but what caught me off guard were the most recent posts. In those posts he discussed how he and his brother heard about my visit, checked me out online, and wanted to see me naked... and even how they planned on doing it. Apparently Craig's closet was adjacent to the bathroom, and they hid peep holes so they could peer in. I had mixed reactions to finding out their plan... part of me was upset they would do that... but I couldn't help but feel flattered and aroused that they wanted to see me naked, and even made plans to do it. According to the notes there were three peepholes. One slightly above the sink, one in the shower, and one in the caulk around the tub. I decided to check it out myself, as I put the journal back and went to the restroom... and to their credit, they did a good job of not making it noticeable. I probably wouldn't have saw them if I wasn't looking for them, but sure enough there they were... and I wasn't sure how to handle it. Should I say something to Emily, or to the boys? Should I just use the bathroom in Emily's room to shower? Should I just ignore it and let them get their thrills? I understood they were just curious and running on raging hormones. I figured I'd wait, and decide how to handle it later, when I heard a voice... "I can see her, she's in front of the mirror" I heard a voice softly say on the other side of the wall. "Let me see" said the other voice, clearly not realizing I could hear them. I didn't know what to do, so I freshened up my make up while I heard them say things like "I can't wait to see those tits", and "I bet she has a nice pussy". Just hearing them made me horny, and knowing I was in control made it fun... but I snapped out of it, and walked out to see Emily, and try to get the little perverts out of my mind... but I knew I could always have fun teasing my body any time I wanted, and I'd have a captive audience. Eventually Bruce came home and Emily introduced us to each other. He was taller than I expected, and quite the charmer...I knew he was looking forward to seeing Emily and I playing later, but I was still hoping to seduce him as well. I was already aroused knowing the boys wanted desperately to see me naked, and knowing I would soon be teasing Bruce with Emily. Bruce went to get the boys for dinner as I helped Emily set out the food and pour wine. We made small talk during dinner as I noticed both Bruce and the boys constantly checking me out. I acted like I didn't notice, but I'm sure Emily noticed as well. The boys quickly ate and ran off to their room, and the three of us went to the living room with a bottle of tequila. Emily broke the ice and said "So Bruce, I talked to Diana earlier... about our discussion we had about being a little more adventurous in the bedroom... and she said she would be happy to help us out.". Bruce looked at me with a smile and asked "oh yeah?" To which Emily replied "isn't that great?... you'll get to watch us fuck each other" she said as she rubbed his upper thigh. I smiled at him and said "I hope you're excited about it... I know I am". Bruce smiled back at me and said "I'm extremely excited! To have two beautiful women playing in front of me... I feel like I won the lottery!". Emily poured us all shots and did a toast "to pushing boundaries and to be experiences". As soon as we finished the shot, she turned my head toward her and kissed me, slowly and sensually. She turned to Bruce and asked "did you like seeing that?". Bruce nodded as she in turn kissed him the same way. I decided to pour more shots as they kissed and then handed them the shot glasses. They thanked me before I toasted "to naked fun with old friends and new friends" which got a laugh out of everyone before swallowing it down. I suggested they went to their room and got started without me while I get cleaned up, and I'd join them once I was out of the shower. They smiled as they took the tequila to their room, and I went to my room to find some shorts and a shirt to change into after the shower. I was a little tipsy and extremely horny, and I knew that Connor and Craig would be watching me in the shower... and that was turning me on as well. I knocked on the boys door and Craig opened it slowly with a confused look? I asked him if either of them needed the bathroom before I showered, and he smiled and said "no, we're ok", to which i replied "ok, I just wanted to make sure. Sorry if I bothered you". Craig was quick to say "no bother at all, I appreciate you asking". I knew by asking, I'd be letting them know I was about to get naked... and they would be ready to watch, and I wanted them to see. As soon as I entered the bathroom and closed the door, I could hear them talking to each other. "This is it, she's about to take off her clothes!" "Let me see" "just wait your turn, we'll both get to see her". It was thrilling knowing they were watching, and they had no idea I knew. I started by taking off my pants, but I knew the sink counter in front of me was blocking most of the view below my waist... I'm sure if I'd back up away from the counter they'd be able to see, but I wanted to tease the little peeping Tom's first. "She took off her pants... that's it, keep going" "let me get a real quick look, just for a second!" "Fine, but just for a second!"... "I can't wait to see those tits" "after me, now give it back.... here we go baby, take off that shirt"... knowing I was less than 3 feet in front of them, and hearing them tell me what to do... I could feel my pussy heat up. I took off my shirt as directed, and took some time looking at myself in the mirror. "She's just in her underwear now... come on baby, show me your titties"... I knew I was about to expose myself to Emily's horny sons, and I started to hesitate knowing I should probably stop... but it was them peeking on me... I couldn't help that it turned me on. Besides, what's the harm in letting them have a little peek? It's not like I'm going to fuck them... So I slowly reached behind my back and undid the clasp on my bra, and looked at myself in the mirror as I dropped the bra to the floor, allowing me the view of what they could see as my naked tits were exposed to them. "Yes! She has nice big nipples, damn she's hot!" "Let me see, let me see.... wow, I'd love to suck those titties" "let me see again... I think she's about to remove her panties, but I can't see below her waist". Hearing that reminded me I was to close, so I took a few steps back and dropped my panties as I looked at myself in the mirror to allow them time to take it all in. "I can see her pussy, it's shaved!" "Let me see!... my God, I'd do anything to fuck her!". I turned to look at my ass in the mirror before turning on the shower and stepping in. As soon as I was in the shower I could hear them shuffling on the other side of the wall to look at me head on. I knew from the journal that there were at least two peepholes. One at the top of the tub, where it meet the wall... I could see the hole where the dug out the caulk to make it look like innocent tear and wear... But I wasn't sure where the other hole was, but I knew I was being watched. I tried to act casual, looking around for the peepholes without making it obvious. "I can see her pussy from down here, but I can't see higher. We should switch for a bit" "I would love to see more of her pussy!". Hearing them talk about taking turns to crouch down to stare up between my legs... I had to have myself against the wall because I was getting overly aroused. I looked at the shower caddy hanging from the shower head, and noticed a hole under the pipe for the shower head... and I saw an eye looking down at my body... I quickly looked away, wanted to avoid making eye contact. If they realized they had been caught, it would have been awkward for all of us, lol. "Let's switch again!" "I wish I could see between her legs better" "maybe next time she'll take a bath..." I knew what they wanted to see, but I couldn't show anything without it being obvious. Maybe next time I would take a bath... but for now, I feel like they got enough of a look today... and I had a date with their parents, lol. I made sure they got a good look as I dried myself off... even hanging my tits close to their peephole, which didn't go unnoticed based on their comments. I slowly got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt (no need for a bra or panties) and I heard them give a disappointed moan as I walked out, and walked to Emily's room. I gave a light knock, and then opened the door to find Bruce wearing shorts and going down on a nude Emily. He never looked up, Emily held his head while smiling at me, and I walked over and laid down next to her. It had been over a decade since I'd last seen her naked, and she still looking sexy as hell. We both have very similar body types, although her breasts are bigger, my nipples are wider and longer. I leaned in to kiss her as I rubbed her chest, and she passionately kissed me back in between deep breaths. I rubbed my leg up against Bruce as I lowered to suck and lick her nipples, trying to invite him to touch me... but it seemed he was too nervous just yet. I said "Bruce, would you mind switching places with me? I'd love to taste your sexy wife... if that's OK". Bruce smiled at me and said "I think Emily would like that... be my guest". I stood up and locked eyes with him as I removed my shirt so he could see my tits... the same tits his son's were admiring not long before. Emily said "doesn't she have great tits Bruce?"... I added "do you like them Bruce?... feel free to touch them, I don't mind". Bruce gave a smile as he looked me over, and I got between her legs. He laid next to her as they both looked down to watch me start licking Emily's pussy. As I ran my tongue up her slit, I found it oddly comforting... like being reunited with an old friend. She still had the same landing strip that went down her whole pussy, just as I remembered. I pulled her slit apart and started slowly licking her clit. Emily moaned as I saw her start to tug his shorts down to pull out his cock, but he seemed hesitant to let her. Emily looked at him and said "I want your cock in my mouth as she licks my pussy". Bruce looked down at me as she fished his cock out and asked me "is that ok with you". I smiled at him and said "I don't have any limits tonight... I'm open to anything you guys want to do". I wanted him to know he could do anything he wanted to me, and I wanted him to think about what he wanted to do to me. Emily looked at Bruce and said "See, I told you it's OK... both of us are comfortable with this, so relax and have fun... no rules tonight". With that I started eating her out again and saw Bruce cock spring out as Emily pulled his shorts down. It was obvious he was enjoying this, because he cock looked so hard that I thought I could see it throb. "Mmmm, nice cock Bruce" I said as Emily leaned in to take him in her mouth. Emily always got a lot of praise for her dick sucking skills back in the day, and it didn't look like she had lost that edge at all, as she worked her face up and down his dick. I shifted up between her legs so I could suck on her titties again and be closer to her face. Emily pulled his cock out of her mouth and started stroking him, and said "It's your turn to suck him". Bruce looked a bit shocked and asked her "I don't know about this". Emily nodded her head and said "I want to see your dick in her mouth... please?". I knew Bruce was hesitant of going to far, as he has been hesitant about an open relationship with her... but I could see him looking at me while thinking about it, so I took a hold of his cock and said "we're just having fun, it's no big deal"... and with no further notice I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking his dick within inches of Emily's face. Bruce let out a moan and his knees buckled a little. Emily said "she went down on me, so it's only fair she goes down on you too" as she ran her hands up his body, and then started licking around the base of his dick while it was in my mouth. I pulled it out and put it in her mouth, and then pulled it out and started sucking it again. We did that a few times and watched as Bruce would look down at us looking like he might cum any second. Emily slid down under me and started licking my nipples as I sucked him, and I felt her hand go down my shorts and start rubbing my pussy, as Bruce became more comfortable and guided my head up and down his cock with his hands. Emily said "Bruce, can you help me remove her shorts so I can play with her pussy?". Without him saying anything he pulled his cock out of my mouth and walked up behind me, as Emily slid back up and started kissing me again. As I felt his hands pull down on my shorts, Emily stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes and said "thank you". I smiled and said "my pleasure" as I felt my ass being exposed as my shorts were pulled down my legs, and I lifted each leg to allow access to take them off. As I put each leg down, I made sure they were spread so that he'd have a good look at my pussy. I left myself like that, wondering if he was going to play with my pussy... or lick it... or possible even just climb up and start fucking me.. I couldn't wait to find out. I felt him lay down, and Emily started moaning. I looked back and he was eating her out again while looking up at my pussy. Maybe he just wanted to get a good look at it... probably a voyeur like his sons, lol. I reached down between my legs and started to spread my pussy open as I kissed Emily and then looked back as I rubbed my clit to see his eyes were still locked between my legs, which was just slightly out of touch of his face. I decided to push back toward his face a little bit, just to see how he'd react... I felt his nose touch my gaping hole as I started to speed up my fingers against my clit. He didn't move, so I lowered my pussy down against Emily's pussy, and I could barely feel a little bit of his tongue hit my pussy as it came off her clit. Emily looked at me and whispered "he's staring daggers into your pussy while eating me out". I smiled at her and whispered back "I know... I think he's to nervous to touch me". Bruce noticed the whispering and playfully asked "what are you guys talking about?". Emily without missing a beat said "Diana wants you to eat her pussy too... will you help her out?". Bruce responded with "if that's what you want" and then buried his tongue deep inside of me. I moaned "oh yes" as I started humping against his face, and he lashed his tongue all over my open cunt. I could feel Emily rubbing her clit as she kissed on my neck, and her husband explored my pussy while I was bent over in front of him... his hands spreading me open. I felt a finger slip in when Emily slid out from under me and told me to lay down on my back as she laid next to her husband between my legs. I spread my legs wide again, offering him his first frontal view of my pussy, and Emily started licking me as Bruce kissed my inner thigh and watched and then she moved allowing him to resume tongue fucking me while Emily smiled and remarked on how sexy it was to watch. Emily suddenly got up and said "I'll be right back... don't stop! " and went to the bathroom. Neither Bruce or I was prepared for us being alone, and I think it caught us both of guard. He looked up at me with a nervous look, so I pulled on him to guide him to lay next to me and asked him "are you having fun?". It was obvious the answer before he said anything, as his dick was standing straight up. "This has been incredible" he muttered as I grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it. I leaned in and kissed him and he kissed me back... and it grew more and more passionate. Despite everything we'd done that night, I somehow felt that make out session to be the most intimate. Our hands were exploring each other's bodies as our tongues dance with each other... we pressed hard against each other, and I could feel his cock pressing against my lower abdomen as he turned on top of me. We were still lost in our kiss as I felt his cock rubbing up between my legs, and then he slowly started thrusting toward my pussy. We weren't lined up for penetration, but I could feel his cock slowly slide back and forth against my slit and clit. I knew he wasn't trying to fuck me, he was just enjoying rubbing his cock up against my pussy and teasing me... but I was so fucking horny at that moment that I timed his next thrust forward, and moved so that my gaping entrance was in front of his cock... and before he realized what happened, he had penetrated me. He froze once he realized he entered me, and looked down at me with a shocked look on his face... he looked toward the bathroom door, and then slowly pushed further inside me until he was fully in. I gave a little grunt and bit my lip as he froze again while looking again toward the bathroom. "Your cock feels good inside of my pussy, Bruce" I whispered as he slowly pulled back out and pushed back in again. He whispered to me "I know Emily is OK with this... but I think she might be upset that we went this far without her... maybe we should wait until she comes back". And to be honest, he had a point. She probably would be fine with it, it's what she wanted... but I'm sure she would rather be there to see it when it first happens. But I noticed he was still slowly fucking me, and even picking up the pace a little. He asked me "can we keep this part between us? I just don't want to upset her unnecessarily". Even as he was saying that, he was still fucking me. I said "Do you want me to suck your dick clean instead until she gets back?". He picked up his pace more and said "wait until you hear the faucet in the bathroom... she always washes her hands for a couple minutes before leaving the bathroom". I remembered that about her, she never left a bathroom without thourally washing her hands... and I guess Bruce decided to take advantage of that safety time. I just looked into his eyes and said "ok... fuck me then... fuck my slutty pussy until she gets back". He immediately grabbed my legs pining them up while he sat up and looked down on my tits bouncing as he thrust hard into me. I watched his gaze as it alternated between my face, my tits, and my pussy as he started fucking me like a piston. He looked at the bathroom door again and then pulled out and flipped me over so he could fuck me doggystyle, but as soon as he pushed back inside of me, we heard the faucet turn on. He froze for a second, stroked a couple more times and then pulled out. It all happened so quickly, in such a short window of time. He laid down next to me, and I climbed over his face and proceeded to 69 with him when Emily walked back in the room. She smiled as she walked in and said "I'm sorry, I had something in my eye and I didn't want to spoil the mood... glad to see you're still having fun!". I smiled at her and said "your husband has a great cock and licks my pussy so good". She laid her head next to me and grabbed his dick and started stroking it as she said "he's a good fuck too... I'm sure you'll find out soon. Right Bruce?". Bruce hesitated for a second as we both looked at him, so I shook my pussy in his face and asked "would you like to fuck me Bruce?". Bruce kind of hesitated and finally said "do you want me to fuck her?" to which Emily replied "yes, I want you to fuck both of us". Shortly after that statement she got up and started climbing up over his cock. I still had my pussy in his face, so I just hovered over his mouth while she sat down on his dick and started riding him. I watched as Bruce fucked his second pussy within 5 minutes, and started rubbing my clit as he spread me open to lick my hole. She grinded him and then laid back so that I could see his cock sliding in and out of her. Emily smiled as I watched and asked me "do you want to feel his cock thrusting inside your pussy?". She started fucking him faster and rubbed her clit as I told her "yes, I want your husband to fuck me". As soon as the words left my mouth I felt his grip tighten I saw his crotch lifting up, and I knew what was about to happen. Bruce grunted "I'm going to cum, I can't stop" as Emily picked up the pace. I knew nothing was going to stop him from cuming now as reached back between my legs and inserted two fingers into my pussy in front of his face as he shot his load deep inside his wife. Emily smiled and said "that was an intense orgasm... it looked like you came really hard". Bruce, through heavy breaths said "I couldn't hold out any longer... this was so incredible!". I climbed off and watched as she lifted off of him and his cum ran down... he clearly shot a massive load. He was still laying back panting when Emily said "you didn't even get to fuck Diana... I'm sorry Diana, we'll have to do this again when he gets back from work in a couple days". I looked at Bruce and said "do you promise to fuck me good when you get back?".. Emily smiled as he said "I promise". I said "good" and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. I then asked "do you guys have any attractive friends who will fuck me in the meantime... I'm really fucking horny" with a chuckle. Emily asked Bruce "which one of your friends would you pick, I'm sure a lot of them would be happy to"... Bruce said "take your pick, any of my single friends would jump at the chance, lol." Emily spoke up and said "how about Scott?". Bruce thought about it for a second and said "of course he would... do you want his number? He works nights, so he'll still be awake". I said sure, sounds good. Bruce said "I'll send it to Emily who can send it to you. I'm going to take a shower" as he walked to the bathroom naked with his phone. Once he was gone Emily told me "Scott is a ladies man. Not boyfriend material but I've heard he's great in bed...". "Oh really" I added, "sounds like someone you would have loved to fuck back in the day". Emily smiled and said "I would jump at the chance if I was single. I always see him checking me out, and he flirts a lot, but I always blow him off... because of Bruce". I said "well maybe if you have an open relationship like you aim for, he can Fuck you someday". Emily rubbed her crotch and said "maybe... I am curious". I heard her phone alert and she said "that's Bruce, he must have sent Scott's number... I'll send it to your phone now". I said "I guess I'll go send him a message and crash out for the night". Emily said "ok. I'll be off tomorrow, so I can take you around and even to meet Scott if you work anything out". I replied "thank you for everything Emily, it's been really great to see you again!" "Thank you for everything Diana... this has been awesome". I went to bed and checked my phone, and Diana had sent me the number with a link to his Facebook so I could check him out. I did a quick look over his profile, and he was a good looking guy, I'd definitely fuck him. I sent him a message explaining I was friends with Bruce and Emily, and in from out of town, and that they told me they thought we should meet. I added my profile link so he could check me out. A few minutes later I received a message from him saying he thought I was "cute and sexy", and he'd be happy to meet up with me. That was simple, I thought to myself... I told him I could ride over there with Emily sometime tomorrow, and he told me he looked forward to it. I put my phone away, put my shorts and shirt on, and fell asleep. I was in deep sleep when I heard a light tapping sound. I was confused, trying to remember where I was, and It took me a minute to realize that someone was lightly knocking on the door. I said "come in?", and the door slowly opened and Bruce came in. He quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to me saying he needed to talk to me. I rubbed my eyes and asked "what's going on, what time is it?". Bruce said "I'm sorry, I woke up an hour early so I could talk to you before I got ready for work... it's almost 5 a.m... I just need to ask you something". I sat up and said "ok... so what do you need to know?"... he looked upset and said "I couldn't sleep because I was worried... did I cheat on my wife last night? Am I a bad husband?... I can't stop thinking about everything that happened, and as much as I enjoyed it... I can't help but shake the feeling I did something wrong". I patted my hand on the bed next to me, suggesting he should sit down next to me. "Bruce, I understand why you feel that way... but you didn't do anything wrong. She wanted it to happen, we just decided to not say anything until she was there... but you didn't cheat on her." Bruce asked "then why do I feel like I have to keep it a secret?". I answered "you don't... you can tell her if you want, and she wouldn't be mad... but like you said before, it would be more comfortable for her if she felt like she was there to witness us our first time". Bruce said "I know you're right, I guess I just couldn't help but feel guilty". I rubbed his arm and said "Do you want me to tell her tomorrow? Would that make you feel better?". Bruce looked a little worried and said "no... I think I'll just feel better after we fuck in front of her and it won't feel like anything is hidden from her... we'll just keep this between us". I smiled at him and said "I really enjoyed you fucking me... I just wish you could have finished inside of me... my clit is throbing just thinking about it". He asked "is it really" with a heavy breath, and I replied feel for yourself as I pulled his hand under the waist band of my shorts... he slowly rubbed up against the top of my pussy and said "wow... it really is... I probably shouldn't be touching you like this though", and then pulled his hand away. I giggled a little and then moaned "don't be silly... you had your cock slamming into me just hours ago, and we already established it was OK...". Bruce started breathing a little heavy and said "I guess that's true...". I smiled and pulled the blanket up "lay down with me before you have to get ready for work". Bruce hesitated a bit, I'm sure debating if it was OK or not... and to be honest, I wasn't sure either... but I knew i wanted to get fucked. He then slowly got in the bed, and I wasted no time by giving him another intimate kiss. Once again it grew more and more passionate while our hands explored each other's bodies, We were slowly dry humping each other through our shorts as his hand slid up under my shirt to rub my breasts, as our tongues massaged each other... I started to pull down on his shorts, and felt his cock smack up against my leg as it got free, and then started pulling my shorts down as well, so that we were both bottomless. I broke our kiss so that I could remove my shirt, and he did the same while staring at my tits, and I immediately started to kiss him again. I reached down to stroke his cock and he gasped, and I started kissing his neck and chest. He rolled over on top of me, teasing my pussy with his cock stroking across it. Last time he did this, I adjusted myself to be penetrated... but this time, he lifted my leg, all while still kissing me, and he slowly slid inside of me. I let out a gasp as he started to slowly stroke inside of me, exploring the inside of my pussy with his bare cock as he started kissing my ear. I asked him "you couldn't stop thinking about my pussy, could you?" He moaned a bit and said "I couldn't stop" as he thrusted harder into me. I kissed him again as he continued to fuck me harder and harder... I panted "you can Fuck me as hard as you like, anyway you want... I'm yours to use... I want you to use me like a slut". He lifted up on to his knees and grabbed me by the waist to fuck me fast like a piston while looking down at me. I was barely able to talk as I said "you like.. looking at my body... while you use my cunt?... Can you see.. your cock... going inside... of my slutty pussy? He didn't respond, he just grunted as he pulled me harder toward his dick. I notice him started to strain and thought he might cum... I said "you can cum inside of me, it's safe"... he grunted and came to a sudden stop... I thought maybe he had cum, but he quickly turned me over and said "I'm not going to cum yet... not until I fuck you like this"... he pulled my waist up and gave my pussy a few licks before entering me doggystyle. He didn't go slow, or build up... no, he was ready to fuck me hard, as he started pounding inside of me again. I immediately felt an orgasm start building, and I reached between my legs to frantically rub my clit as he continued to fuck me like a machine. I looked back and saw him staring at my ass as he fucked me and I said "please don't stop... I'm... going to... cum!"... and as the words left my mouth I felt my pussy start gushing around his cock as I had an intense orgasm. Bruce could obviously tell I had cum, and he told me "I'm going to cum... it's safe to cum inside you?". I said "yes.. it's safe... use my pussy to cum in..." as he shot his load inside me. After a minute he laid down next to me and spooned me as he fondled my nipples and caught his breath. I asked him "how long has it been since you've had sex with someone other than Emily?". Bruce, still breathing a little heavy said "It's been many years... before Craig was born". I giggled and said "that sounds boring... have you guys never thought about adding new people into the bedroom before?" Bruce said "we've discussed it recently, which is why we did that last night... but I wasn't sure it was a good idea". I put his hand on my pussy, which was leaking cum and said "it seems like you might see things differently now... otherwise this would probably be considered cheating... right?". He was quite for a bit and then said "I guess so... I guess I should talk to her more about it". I kissed his cheek and said "I think that would be great for both of you". He smiled, but looked a little nervous. I said "I think I'm done with you for now, I'm going to go back to sleep while you get ready for work". He chuckled and said ok as he got out of bed and started getting dressed. I smiled at him and said "we'll have more fun with Emily when you get back". Bruce smiled and said "it'll give me something to look forward to" as he walked toward the door. "Bruce" I said before he closed the door behind him "I'm still going to fuck your friend tomorrow". He smiled at me as he closed the door, and I thought about the teasing and fucking I'd be doing tomorrow as I drifted back to sleep.

We hung out with Stephanie for no other reason than friendship. She was one of the boys and her lack of penis rarely came up in conversations. But when she floated the idea of an all-night gaming sleepover at her place, it wasn't the power of friendship that made all five of us clear our schedules instantly; a sleepover at Steph’s place meant sleeping in the same house as her mom. Our brief encounters with the women left us drooling cavemen and, as soon as Steph was out of earshot, the conversation turned into about what her mom’s outrageously hot body was last wrapped in. Whether it’s tight gym clothes or a loose sundress, our male gaze inevitably gravitates toward the shape of her huge braless melons, but I swear, her bright wide smile is her most captivating feature. She smiles at you like you’re a high school crush, like a brief encounter with you is a life-changing experience. Her body gives you an erection, but that smile makes you fall in love. We were down in Steph’s basement, either playing Mortal Kombat or watching for new fatalities. I was battling Steph but my head wasn’t really in the game. I assume every other guy was also fantasizing about getting lost on our way to the bathroom and interrupting Steph’s mom’s yoga or catching her changing. “Fucking owned, you little bitch,” Steph shouted, delivering a killing blow to a character who hadn’t moved in a while. I didn’t even hear her at first, my brain had put all senses except for sight on the back burner while I watched an amazing pair of athletic legs loading vertically in the stairway. Steph’s mom hopped down in nothing but a thin loose romper that someone would normally wear around the house once they were sure no guests were coming over. The beating heart in Kano’s hand did not come through the surround-sound speakers louder than those of five young men watching breasts almost as big as their head almost bouncing out of a plunging v-neck. It wasn’t happening in slow motion like in movies, but I was still able to savor every nanosecond of the wild breast tango from the moment they were visible. “Who's playing next?” Steph turned her head when no one answered and caught us all red-eyed. “Mom!" She shifted the blame." You said you weren’t going to bother us.” “I just need to take care of the laundry, Stephy. I won’t get in your way.” Time Out! Neither character moved during the next fight. Two hot women fighting to the death had nothing on Steph’s mom taking care of laundry. She went on all fours to empty the dryer, presenting her peach like a grocery store sample. The bottom part of her romper was bootier than the bootiest rap video booty shorts yet loose enough in the front to flash glimpses of rear-pussy when she rummaged for lost socks. Then she bent over the washing machine to get the wet clothes out, giving us a new angle of her perfect peach and exposing even more pussy when she lifted a leg to snatch a pink thong at the very bottom. “Are you done, Mom?” “Yes, yes,” she said. But the show was not done; she bent over to pick up the basket of clean clothes and gave us a view of the entirety of her dangling breasts through the slack neck hole. “You boys need anything while I’m here?” “They’re fine, Mom.” “Juice? Snacks? Tittyfuck?” “Eww Mom. Just leave, please.” “Ehm, excuse me.” My friend raised a finger. “What was that last one?” Her famous smile beamed in our general direction. “You boys look like you don’t get a lot of tittyfucks at home.” She was right. It’s not something I would ever ask of my mom or sister for, but she was right. She put down the laundry basket and walked over to our half-circle of couches. We were already stunned speechless before she let her flimsy shoulder straps slide off and freed her big natural tits from their limited restraints. “For f— sake, Mom, at least keep your clothes on.” In Steph’s mom’s defense, a one-piece does not allow for subtle under-the-shirt titjobs. “They have the internet, Stephy. They’ve seen plenty of boobies.” Not like these. The internet doesn’t have swooping bells that large and perfect, jiggling like water balloons just from their owner talking. I checked. “Horny boys can’t think straight and will do stupid things if they don’t drain the snake multiple times a day. I do what needs to be done so you don’t end up pregnant, Stephy. Who wanted a tittyfuck?” “I’ll take one.” I started saying it before she even finished her sentence, which got me first in line. Steph’s mom smiled at my eagerness and kneeled on the basement carpet between my open legs. “Do you want to get it out or should I?” Even with a topless woman resting her tits on my crotch, I had trouble wrapping my mind around what ‘it’ was. Thankfully, my hesitation was enough of an answer; Steph’s mom undid my belt, pulled down my pants, and fished the erection out of my boxers. She stroked it a few times with her hands, but the gesture was symbolic; I was already rock-hard. Anxiety added to my racing pulse: I took a shower this morning, but isn’t that an eternity ago to someone panting inches away from your peehole? Steph’s mom’s beautiful smile and the softness of her satin pillows jerking off my cock melted my worries away. Clearly, she didn’t share any of my concerns by the way she was bobbing her chest on my crotch like it was a titty trampoline. My head kept dipping back from overwhelming ecstasy, and I had to will it straight to continue watching the show. She was always looking back at me, locking her hazel eyes to mine even if I sometimes stared at her squished boobies instead. As the bouncing breasts massaged my cock, a new worry threatened to tarnish the greatest moment of my life: What if I cum too soon? Should I be warning her? Is there even a box of tissues nearby? With intuition or sexual experience, Steph’s mom anticipated my hesitation and ejaculation by wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock. Who could hold on after that? I let the cum flow as she pressed her tits together hard like making a mold of my cock and sucked my glans to milk my balls dry. And because I can’t seem to go two minutes without worrying about something, I began wondering if there was such a thing as abusing a generous fellatio by pouring too much cream. Yet the sound of my thick goop erupting was always followed by the sound of a hungry throat swallowing. To Steph’s mom, at least, there didn’t seem to be such a thing as too much cum. After one final swallow, the woman deactivated her suction cup of a mouth and reshaped it into her usual smile. I couldn’t believe she drank it all or that she enjoyed it enough to suck and lick what was left in her mouth for one true final swallow. “You must be feeling better, huh?” she said after running one last cleaning lap around the glans with her tongue. “Who else said they wanted one?” I’m surprised no one broke an arm raising them so fast. Still dazed by my turn, I just sat back and chilled while listening to the erotic sounds of my homies getting their own pipe-cleaning titty massage. When I remembered Steph was still down here with us, rolling her eyes every time one of her friends let out a moan, I politely tucked away my cock until it was my turn again. Eventually, the tittyfucks became commonplace enough for us to start playing the game again while Steph mom’s did her rounds; ‘Who’s turn is it?’ Always needed some clarification. I didn’t say no to a second round or third or fourth, each lasting longer than the previous one but always ending in an explosive finish on Steph’s mom’s welcoming tongue. “Well, I’m going to wash up then spend the night in the guest bedroom.” Steph’s mom said when everyone was too sexually exhausted to immediately offer her breasts an erection. “If anyone gets cold, feel free to join me for a bit and we can warm up together.” “So, who’s going to fuck Steph’s mom first?” asked one of my friends. Just hearing the running water splashing against the MILF’s perfect body had us ready for action again. “What? That is not what she meant.” Steph had a new reason to be outraged, but our silence eventually convinced her that it was absolutely what her mother meant. “Guys, please don’t have sex with my mom.” “I think we should keep the same order as before,” I said, fairly sure that Steph would forgive me one day for fucking her mom. “No way," several voices objected. "You’re saying that because you want to go first again?” “No, it would just be less confusing that way.” I wanted to go first again. “Can you guys at least not argue about who’s fucking my mom first in front of me? Can I have at least that?!” Steph’s reasonable objection put an end to the negotiation which meant I won by default. Thanks, Steph. I entered the guest bedroom shortly after the water stopped running. The timing couldn’t have been better; Steph’s mom was coming out of the joint bathroom wearing a small towel wrapped in a way that failed to fully cover her top and bottom. It was the first time I saw her smoothly waxed budding tulip from the front. “Cold already?” She winked. “Come, let’s warm up.” She opened her towel, revealing every square inch of her goddess body I hadn’t seen before, and climbed into the low bed. She embraced me in a hug as soon as I joined her in the nude. Her skin was initially cold from the shower, but her body’s warmth seeped into my bones as I drowned in her tits. “You’re still all wound up after all the milking you’ve gone through,” she said, feeling my erection against her thigh. “My poor boy. Mommy’s going to take care of you.” If this sounds awkward to you, it’s because you weren’t there, nibbling at her nipples. “Sh-Should I wear a condom?” “I was just saying that to scare Stephy. Girls want to feel the veins of your cock and your cum oozing down their inner thighs once you’re done breeding them like baby factories. I want you to empty your balls deep inside my womb as often as you want.” When a woman with the body of a lingerie model spreads her legs and tells you to breed her, you just have to convince yourself it’s probably a safe day and go for it. I penetrated her like it was the most natural thing in the world then turned the bed into a raft in a violent storm. My fingers dug into the tit meat for they had grown so jealous of my cock in the last few hours. Every thrust and every squeeze was rewarded with a deep moan. She made it seem like I could do no wrong as I paid back all the passion she had put into her breast massage. And it’s while riding that high (and shooting my load) that I leaned in for a kiss. Even after five titjobs and one passionate sex session, I still wasn’t sure that was appropriate. I reached out with my lips, but she was the one who orchestrated the passionate tongue dance and intense saliva mixing. I moved my grip from boobs to butt so I could get closer to her, merge with her. We continued making out long after the last sperm had entered her fallopian tubes, long enough for someone to knock on the door asking if I was done. Steph had gone upstairs but I doubt there was a room in the house shielded from her mother’s very vocal lust. I fell asleep on the couch to the moans coming through the guest bedroom's door. There was no jealousy at all. Taking care of Steph’s mom’s libido had been established to be a five-man job and I couldn’t think of four better guys to share the burden with. It was great sharing our experience over pancakes that Steph’s mom made for us in a sheer red négligée the next morning. No one else would have believed that she was under the table sucking and jerking our morning woods. It took a few months but Steph seems to have forgiven us. She understandably goes to her dad’s place every weekend while we fuck her mom like a relay marathon. We might see another tantrum when she finds out she’s going to be a big sister, though. She’ll ask us not to impregnate her mom ever again but... that’s not really up to us.

“Ok, you have to stop teasing me. Tell me what the surprise is!” my wife Amanda demanded as we drove home. We had just finished a really nice dinner, and had dressed for the occasion. I was wearing khaki pants and a white collared shirt with a striped tie that Amanda had given me as a birthday present years ago. My beautiful wife was wearing a sexy black strapless dress that clung to her body and accentuated every feminine curve beautifully. It looked extremely flattering on her. Beneath it, Amanda was wearing a black lacy bra and matching panties that I had specifically purchased for this night. For her big surprise. Amanda and I had been married for 5 years, but we’ve known each other for almost twice as long. Not a day goes by when I don’t realize what a lucky bastard I am because, in my humble opinion, she is the epitome of perfection in every definition of the word. She stands at 5’6 and about 125 lbs, with long-straight silky black hair to her hips, dark brown mischievous eyes, supple lips, and wonderful 34C tits. She has a toned physique, particularly her sculpted ass and lower body, from running and training for competitive races…and not to mention her 6-pack abs that I could probably crack an egg on. If Amanda had the desire, I truly believe she could be a model. She typically laughs and blushes whenever I tell her that, her freckles darkening on her naturally tan skin. As I assume with most marriages, our sex life began to evolve over time, and I’m happy to say for the better. Our turning point occurred about 2 years ago. One day, Amanda walked in on me watching porn on my tablet. I remember considering making up some kind of excuse about how it was unintentional, but there was no point. I was caught red-handed, but more importantly, I didn’t want to lie to my wife. Amanda didn’t look angry or disgusted, but she did have a crooked smile on her face. After some initial trepidation, I stopped hiding the fact that I occasionally surfed the web for porn. Amanda would occasionally ask me what I was looking at, and I would always be vague, since I naturally took to the stuff that I knew she wasn’t into, mainly messy oral, anal, girl-on-girl, and group sex, among other things. You can imagine my surprise when one day she told me that she wanted to watch some porn with me! The very thought of watching dirty videos with my hot wife immediately made my cock stir, but I knew that I couldn’t show her anything too hardcore. I started her off with somewhat vanilla boy-girl scenes. I had a hard time not laughing when Amanda would watch these videos with a clinical eye. She’d often make comments like “Her boobs are SO fake” or “They have absolutely no chemistry together”. But it almost always led to great sex afterwards, so I couldn’t complain! After Amanda got comfortable with the softcore stuff, I slowly began introducing her to more hardcore things. She still didn’t like movies involving rough sex, or facials and messy cumshots, but she took a particular interest in threesomes, especially MMF scenes. We had even watched a few girl on girl movies at that point, and the fact that she always watched them so intently made me wonder. And fantasize. Still, once I discovered that Amanda had an affinity for MMF, that’s what I focused on when we started to watch porn together on a more regular basis. I would always try to preview the movies or videos first before we watched them to make sure there wasn’t anything she’d find too distasteful. Sometime later, we were laying naked our bed watching a dirty movie together on our TV. The scene involved a girl getting spitroasted by two men, which really got Amanda’s attention as she lay her head on my chest and watched. The two men continued fucking the girl in every position imaginable, and as the scene progressed she moved off to the side. Then, much to my surprise, the two men in the movie turned to each other, and began kissing and making out. In no time, they began to stroke each other while the girl sat across from them and watched, fingering her pussy. The scene quickly progressed beyond mutual masturbation. I got up to stop the movie as one guy turned and bent his partner over a table, getting ready to fuck him up the ass. I was oddly fascinated and stared at the screen for a moment, before snapping out of my reverie. This somehow got through my screening process, and I didn’t think Amanda wanted to see something like this. But she wordlessly put a restraining hand on my chest. I was hesitant at first because I knew she didn’t like anal… not to mention we had never watched gay sex before. But Amanda just continued to lay soundlessly on my chest, so I acquiesced. We watched as the first guy slowly slid his wet cock into his partner’s ass as the girl observed. The camera zoomed in on the fat cock disappearing into a gaping ass, and before long, something unexpected was happening: I was getting hard. I squirmed uncomfortably, genuinely surprised. To be honest, I never had sexual thoughts about another man before ---at least, not consciously --- and I was a little shocked and horrified. Plus, I didn’t know what my wife would think about her husband getting aroused by 2 men having sex together. Amanda was still laying on my chest, facing away from me as she watched the TV, so I couldn’t see her expression. But my cock was in her direct line of sight, and there was no doubt she was noticing my hard-on. I remained still, unsure what to do. Amanda didn’t say anything or even move. She simply reached out and started stroking me. My eyes darted from her hand sliding up and down my now-vertical erection to the assfucking on the television screen. As the first guy fucked his partner in the ass harder and harder, Amanda began stroking me more quickly as well. Her head felt heavy on my chest as I started breathing hard while she masturbated me. After several wonderful strokes, her hand began sliding further down. She cupped my balls and started rubbing my sensitive prostate with her fingertip. Between watching the man give it to his lover in the ass, and Amanda’s hand lingering between my legs, my cock was probably as hard as it had ever been. Then, to my utmost surprise, Amanda brought her index finger to her lips, licked it, and gently pressed her fingertip to the entrance of my anus. Her movement was slow and gentle, but I was still so caught off guard that I actually started. Amanda withdrew her finger, but brought it back almost immediately, this time gently swirling it slowly around the edges of my rear hole. It was something she had never done to be before, and the sensation was absolutely fantastic. I didn’t say anything and just lay still, content to simply let my wife rim me with her finger. Amanda didn’t say anything, either. She barely even moved. Her head was still on my chest and facing away from me, ostensibly watching the TV. Her fingertip continue to tease me in a circular motion. There was a timidity to her movements, and I knew she was trying to figure out how far she could push the envelope. In response, I parted my legs further and lifted my bottom slightly off the bed. Amanda took the hint and eased her index finger into my asshole. My sphincter muscle reflexively clenched, and I actually had to focus to relax. Her digit was barely inside of me, just up to the first joint, but it felt sensational. Amanda pushed further in until her index finger was halfway into my ass. She stopped and just let me savor the sensation. I could help but think to myself, if my wife’s finger feels so good in my ass, how would a fat cock feel like? By then, one of the guys in the video was seriously getting his ass fucked now, and Amanda began sliding her finger in and out of my ass faster as if to match their speed. My inner walls began to burn, and my cock was about to explode. No longer satisfied with getting my ass fingerfucked by my wife, I rolled my body out from under her, moved on top of her and parted her legs, and proceeded to fuck my wife until I came hard in her pussy. To this day, Amanda has never spoken to me about that night. Probably not to embarrass me, which makes me love her that much more. But without a doubt that night was another step in the evolution of our marriage, as if a proverbial shackle had been removed. She even developed a proclivity for talking dirty during sex, and one thing that always seems to excite Amanda is when I tell her how badly I want to watch a gang of men fuck her all at once. That’s what planted the seed in my head. That’s when I began developing a plan which took over a year to come to fruition. ****************************************************************************** “Seriously, tell me what the surprise is!” The insistence in Amanda’s voice returned me to the present. I had been lost in my own thoughts as I drove, wondering if all the preparations were ready, trying out to figure out if I had forgotten anything, and, most importantly, hoping that my wife was going to enjoy what I had in store for her. I started getting more nervous as we got closer to home. The sheer insanity of my plan could essentially end our marriage if my wife didn’t share my open mind. My heart started to pound in my chest and I began to sweat. “We’ll be home soon, and you’ll see what it is.” I paused. “I just really hope you like it.” It was such a lame statement to make, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Amanda gently took my right hand off the steering wheel, kissed it, and pressed it to her freckled cheek. It was our personal way of showing affection to each other. I was getting so anxious that it took considerable effort to prevent my hand from shaking as she held it. “You know I don’t care about gifts, or anything like that. We can just spend a night out like this, and it’s enough for me. It’s always been enough.” The love and sincerity in her voice made me my entire being bleed in worship of my wife, and I just wanted to make her happy. We drove the rest of the way home in silence. After what seemed like hours (although in actuality it wasn’t even 20 minutes later), we were finally pulling up our driveway and into our garage. I closed the garage door, and it landed with an ominous bang. We remained seated for a moment, and I looked at my wife. In the dimness, I could still see Amanda’s eyes sparkling like stars. I could see the little black dress stretched tightly over her sexy body, which made me want to reach over and touch her. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” I told her adoringly. “Only about 50 times tonight,” she responded in mock consternation. “Now stop stalling and let’s go inside!” We exited the car. I took Amanda by the hand and led her to a door which connected our garage to the kitchen. I paused as my hand rested on the doorknob. Taking a long deep breath, I twisted it and opened the door. Amanda immediately knew something was out of the ordinary as we stepped into the kitchen. “Why is the living room light on?” There was a hint of alarm in her voice since we never left any lights on when we went out. “Maybe you should go in and take a look.” Amanda turned and looked at me with a perplexed expression. She hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and stepped into the living room. I held my breath as I followed closely behind her, ready to calm her down and explain. Our living room was fairly spacious, with a long leather sofa, a matching loveseat, and a sturdy coffee table among the furniture. A single table lamp was turned on and illuminated a small area. Obscured in the shadows and standing at attention in the center of our living room were 5 naked men patiently stroking their cocks. My wife’s reaction was, more or less, what I had expected. “OH MY GOD! WHAT THE… WHO ARE…. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Amanda covered her eyes and spun, attempting to flee the room and call the police. I hastily blocked her path. “Stop! Calm down, calm down, it’s ok. Please, calm down. I know you’re scared and confused, but it’s ok. Everything’s going to be alright.” I tried to remain composed as I waited for my wife to find her voice. “What are…..how can you be so….” Amanda stopped when she finally noticed I wasn’t fazed by the situation. Her look of sheer terror slowly changed into incredulous shock as her jaw dropped. “You KNEW they were here?!?!” I pulled Amanda close to me. Her entire body was shaking and her heart was beating wildly. So was mine. I held her until I sensed she had regained her composure somewhat. Then I leaned down, kissed her on her forehead, and touched her hand to my cheek. “This is your present,” I told her simply. Amanda gaped at me. She was having trouble speaking again. “What are you talking about? Is this a joke? Are you absolutely insane? What possible reason could you---“ I raised my hands to cut her off. I knew many things, including the fate of our marriage, hinged upon what I said next. “I know this is crazy, I know. But, please, just listen to me.” I swallowed hard and squeezed her hands. “I love you. I adore the ground that you walk on from the moment you wake up in the morning until the moment you go to sleep at night. There isn’t a second that passes when I don’t realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. I’ve dedicated my life to keeping you safe and trying to make you happy. And there’s nothing I won’t do to try to achieve that.” I paused again, trying to frame my thoughts. “Sometimes I feel that as your husband….as a single man…I can’t give you everything that you want, everything that you need… everything you deserve.” My expression became sheepish, “I only have one penis to give you. I know you’ve always fantasized about playing with more than one so I..., uh, you know… set up a gangbang for you.” It took a moment for the words to register as my wife continued to look at me with a dumbfounded expression. Then her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared, her expression becoming hard. I knew I was treading on dangerous ground. But Amanda saw the genuine look of love and adoration on my face, and she quickly began to soften. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she closed her eyes, sighed, and shook her head in resignation. “Oh, babe… you silly, silly thing! What have you done? I know we enjoy sharing our fantasies… talking dirty in bed and all that stuff… but it’s just that: fantasy! How could you think I would do ever really do those things? That I’d be capable of touching another man? I don’t want to be with anyone else. I just want to be with you.” I couldn’t love Amanda any more than I did at that precise moment. I touched her hand to my cheek again. “I know. I guess what I’m trying to tell you is that it doesn’t have to all just be fantasy. It can be real.” I kissed her hand. “I see how intent you get when we watch those threesome and group sex movies. They always make you so hot. Deep down inside, I know you want it. I love you, and I want to give you everything and anything imaginable.” I paused again. “And quite frankly, there’s aren’t that many things that would make me harder than watching you have sex several men.” There was no point in holding back know now. Amanda buried her head in my chest. I took a quick glance behind her, and saw everyone still stroking themselves to keep their erections hard. No doubt they were staring at my wife’s ass as she stood with her back to them. Their burgeoning cocks were a sight to behold, but by the way the men were shifting, I could they were getting restless. As fate would have it, Amanda lifted her face at that moment. There was a loving smile on her lips and actual tears in her eyes. “I cannot believe I’m even considering this,” she quavered. She paused, and I could feel her trembling once more. “Are you sure?” My heart swooned, and suddenly I no longer had any doubts. “I want your night to be incredible, you can stop at any time if you don’t feel comfortable.” My adrenaline was so high that I spoke faster than usual. “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. I’ll be right here with you. Besides, these men will take extremely good care of you.” There was added meaning to my words that my wife could not yet understand. “I’m curious. Excited.” Amanda confessed reluctantly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “But the experience will be so much better knowing that you’re getting off by watching me.” Both and heart and my cock felt like they were going to explode. “And I’m going to be recording you the entire time, too,” I told my still shell-shocked wife. “For posterity’s sake,” I added glibly. Amanda was still rooted in place. “God, I can’t even look at them,” she chuckled in embarrassment. I loved how her freckles stood out even more when she blushed. “How do we even begin?” I was grinning openly now. Gently, I instructed my wife, “Turn around.” Amanda did as she was told and shyly turned to face the men whom she’d be fucking tonight. We were both transfixed on their cocks, and it took Amanda a moment before she looked up at their faces. Her reaction, again, was what I and expected. “Oh my god…” ****************************************************************************** I had handpicked the 5 men standing in the room who were clearly growing impatient to have sex my wife. Dimitri had been my best friend since grade school. He and Amanda had immediately taken well to each other when they first met. My wife is as social as Dimitri private and introverted, so at first glance, it didn’t seem like they would mesh. But Amanda, as always, had a heart of gold, and she could get along with anyone, regardless of race, creed, sexual orientation, political beliefs….anything. Other the years, the two had grown quite close. Almost as close as me and Dimitri. She always referred to him as her “Big Teddy Bear”. I did, however, feel like Amanda viewed Dimitri as something akin to a wounded puppy, even if she wasn’t conscious of it. For as long as I’ve known him, he had never been in a long-term relationship. Amanda, of course, tried to remedy that several times by setting Dimitri up on blind dates with some of her acquaintances. None of those dates really ever turned into subsequent dates, but she was somehow always able to keep Dimitri upbeat regarding his relationship status. Dimitri was always telling me how lucky I am to have Amanda in my life and, trust me, I didn’t need him to tell me that. There were often times when he’d confess that he wish he had a girl like her in his life. There was always a catch in Dimitri’s voice when he said that, and his longing for my wife was pretty obvious to me. I knew he would give Amanda what she deserved just as I knew she would be so gentle and affectionate with him. Having the opportunity to make my wife and best friend happy both at the same time was a no-brainer. Glenn has been Amanda’s boss for over 4 years. At 56 years old, he has 2 daughters approximately the same age as my wife…one actually older. His blonde hair and stubble has just a slight trace of salt and pepper. Glenn and his wife are outdoor enthusiasts, and it’s evident on his thin and wiry body. I still remember the day Amanda interviewed for her current job. One of the very first things she said to me was that her interviewer---and potential boss---was extremely handsome and sexy. I laughed it off back then, but over the years I began to suspect feelings between the two of them. Some of the signs are fairly overt: when Amanda packs me a lunch for work, she often packs Glenn one, too, claiming he would always complain that his wife was too busy to prepare him anything, and that he was as helpless as me when it came to preparing food; her dressing up much more nicely for work than she needs to; getting home late because of long meetings with her him. And then there’s Amanda’s deion of their interactions at work: the almost daily visits to her office for no apparent reason, the back rubs he gives her, frequently asking her out to lunch (that is, if she didn’t already pack him food!). I have no doubts Glenn is attracted to my wife. We’ve hung out with him and his wife on many occasions, and I’ve caught him staring at Amanda countless times. Amanda often tells me she thinks Glenn is handsome to purposely get me jealous, and I throw it back at her by encouraging her to sleep with him for a promotion. All of that has been an ongoing joke between us, but I have no doubts that the feelings are there. It’s pretty obvious. And I know I should be jealous and probably talk to her about the whole situation, but I have to admit that it’s a turn on to pretend that my wife and her older boss are fucking each other at work. Glenn has a huge desk in his office, and I’ve fantasized about Amanda on her knees beneath that table sucking his cock while he’s doing work. I don’t blame Amanda for being attractive to Glenn. Even I have to admit that he’s good-looking, although I’ve never admitted that to her. As an avid runner, Amanda runs 3 to 5 times a week. When she first started getting into it about 2 years ago, she would just train by herself, using the treadmill in our home or at the gym, or running on one of the many trails in our neighborhood. However, as Amanda became interested in competitive racing, she quickly developed a group with whom she began to train regularly with. Bryan is part of that group. Although she once complained to me that he often openly ogles most of the female runners, I always suspected that she secretly invites his attention. Because I noticed Amanda’s running attire became a lot skimpier after Bryan became one of their regular members, usually nothing more than a snug sports bra and tight spandex. I always imagine Bryan trailing behind her during their runs, staring at her ass the whole time, running with an erection. He has the typical build of a runner like Amanda, lean and fit, muscular but not huge like a bodybuilder, a keeps his head fully shaved. During one of the few instances when I ran with Amanda and her group, and Bryan was there, he ran with his shirt off, and it was very hard not to notice the heavy sweat glistening off his chiseled, sculpted body. Amanda and I have known Philip for about a year, and only casually at that. He’s a waiter and one of our favorite Italian restaurants. Amanda always asks for one of his tables when we go there, and I can see why. Of Asian descent, he’s tall and muscular, and wears his hair in a long ponytail that adds a flair of exoticness to his appearance. Not to mention that it makes him look even more youthful. We’ve made enough small talk with Philip to learn that he has a wife and 4 children, the youngest who is 5 and the oldest who’s almost finishing high school! He’s always been too embarrassed to tell us his age, but there isn’t a speck of gray in his ponytail. Philip always kisses Amanda hand when he sees us, and will flirt with her outrageously, all while joking with us good-naturedly. I’ve lost track of how many times he’s commented on Amanda’s beauty, much to my wife’s delight. Of everyone in the group, Jansen is the biggest wildcard. And, if my suspicion is correct, has the biggest cock out of everyone gathered. He and I met at the local gym about 3 months ago. At 6’5, shoulder-length wavy blonde hair, rippling pecs and abs, arms and legs the size of tree trunks, and penetrating blue eyes, he’s built like a god. Whenever I see him at the gym, he always seems to be talking to, or surrounded by, beautiful women vying for his attention. For weeks, I struggled on how to approach him with my proposition…struggled on whether or I should even approach him or not. But one day as I was went into the locker room to wash up and pack my things to go home, I saw him in the shower. Rather, I saw him soaping his toned, naked body, and his thick cock that reminded me of an elephant trunk. I had to catch myself from staring. But of the many other thoughts that raced through my mind at that exact moment, one was extremely clear: I wanted to see that monster cock inside of Amanda. Armed with my cell phone containing pics of Amanda in various states of undress and sexual positions, I approached Jansen about gangbanging my wife. ****************************************************************************** “Uh, hi, Amanda,” Dimitri greeted my wife awkwardly. He was trying to cover his burgeoning erection with one hand while waving at Amanda with the other. Her astonished expression slowly turned into a smile as she shook her head wryly. My wife wasn’t naïve, she knew that my best friend had lusted after her for all these years. Her grin grew even wider at the realization that he was finally going to have her. Amanda’s eyes moved to a man standing close by, hands on his hips as if he was trying really hard to show off his erection. Quite frankly, his cock was impressive. The skin was smooth and shiny, and I could discern the bulging purplish veins even from where I was standing. Even more noticeable was how the tip of his cock had a slight curve to it, about 45 degrees. I could only imagine how much more physical stimulation that little bend would give my wife as it slid into her pussy. Then I began to ponder how it would feel like having that exotic looking penis plunging into my ass…. “Bryan. Wow, you’re here. And naked,” Amanda said drolly. “Sure am! You have your husband to thank for that. Don’t worry, gorgeous. We’re going to have fun and treat you real good tonight.” His leer spoke louder than his words. Amanda looked at the tall man standing towards the back of the room, idly rubbing his scrotum and stroking his massive cock as he leaned against the wall. “I don’t think I know you,” she told him. “Oh, you two have never met. I know Jansen from the gym. I invited him here tonight because I figured you’d enjoy fucking him,” I said nonchalantly. That drew a chuckle from everyone including Amanda, which energized me even more. I was the only one who noticed how her eyes gleamed and widened imperceptibly in astonishment as she beheld the monstrosity that was Jansen’s sex organ, and how her eyes lingered there for the briefest of moments. I had to stop myself from staring, as well. Amanda looked the man with the black ponytail next. There was a flicker of recognition on her face, and I realized she was attempting to recall his name. “You remember Philip, don’t you? I know, hard recognize him out of context.” My wife was embarrassed. “Philip! I’m so sorry! I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, and, um, not used to seeing you without your clothes on.” Philip didn’t say anything. He merely nodded gravely at her and looked all business. Finally, Amanda acknowledged the last man in the group. I knew deep down inside she was avoiding him, which made blood rush between my legs even more. Like Dimitri, Glenn had an awkward, embarrassed expression and, like my childhood friend, was failing miserably in trying to cover his hard-on with one hand. Amanda and Glenn stared at each other from across the room. Both were smiling and blushing awkwardly, and I knew something personal and unspoken was passing between them. Amanda indicated the 5 men with a sweep of her arm. “This is crazy on so many levels. But THIS” --- she pointed at Glenn --- “is really REALLY...did you stop to think how much trouble we can get into?” “Of course I did, hon. I’ve been planning this for months, remember? I know you two want each other” ---I smirked as Amanda exchanged a guilty look with Glenn--- “and what can be sweeter than forbidden fruit?” There were low comments and whistles of surprise. For some reason, it got me off to see the worried look on Amanda’s and Glenn’s faces. I gently ushered my wife to the middle of our living room. The men slowly gathered around her, and I could see the hungry looks in their eyes, like a pack of wild animals barely held in check, chomping at the bit to devour their prey. “I had everyone take blood tests and get checked for STD’s, so you don’t have to worry about any of that,” I assured my wife. She replied dryly, “Wow, thanks. You thought of everything, didn’t you? Is this why you convinced me to get on the pill?” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Damn, what if one of us knocked you up, but you didn’t know who was daddy? Kinda hot, if you ask me.” Bryan cracked. “Ha!” I hugged my wife one final time. “I planned this because I want to give you something special and make you happy,” I whispered in her ear. “I love you.” Amanda said it so lowly that no one else could hear it. She raised up to her tiptoes and kissed me, and it was filled with such love that it made all the other men jealous. I pulled away reluctantly. “Mmmm….hold that thought.” I quickly turned on all the lights in the living room, bathing the room in brightness. “Dude, don’t you think it’d set the mood better if you kept the lights dimmed?” Dimitri asked. He looked more nervous than anyone, even Glenn. “Not when I’m going to be watching and recording every little detail.” I withdrew my cell phone and started recording. “This is what you’re all going to do. When I give you the signal, you’re all going to help my wife out of her clothes. Then she’s going to get on her knees, and you’re all going to line up for blowjobs. Dimitri first then Glenn, Bryan and Philip, then Jansen last. Babe, try to take it easy on them and don’t make anyone cum too quickly. I want this night to last for a while and don’t need everyone shooting their loads prematurely.” Amanda beamed me her crooked smile which always made my cock stir. “I’ll try my hardest not to,” she promised sardonically. I paused for dramatic effect. The men were clearly anxious to get their hands on my wife, and Amanda, too, looked like she was ready to give a good account of herself. “You may begin.” Everyone descended on my wife and had their hands on her instantly. Some were trying to be gentle as they attempted to help her out of her tight black dress. Others tore at the fabric, literally ripping her clothes off. Everyone was getting in each other’s way, and it was a disorganized mess. It made me rock-hard. Dimitri dropped to his knees, reached up Amanda’s short skirt, and drew her panties down her smooth legs. She managed to deftly step out of them even with eager hands still all over her body. Dimitri stared my wife’s underwear before sniffing it, then looked over at me. “Black silky thongs, just like you said she’d be wearing. And they smell so good.” Somehow, in the midst of getting her clothing torn off by several very horny men, Amanda managed to shake her head at me with a smile. It didn’t take long for my wife to be stripped completely naked. Everyone instinctively stepped back to soak in her nudity. Dimitri, Philip, and Jansen simply stared at my wife in open appreciation. Bryan and Glenn circled her like sharks, studying every inch and curve of her body. “Absolutely stunning, just as I’ve always imagined,” Glenn said admiringly. “I have no idea why your husband wants to share you with us, but we are definitely not complaining, baby doll.” Amanda actually had a radiant smile on her face. Her nipples and clit were visibly hard. She was relishing the attention as I hoped she would; as I expected would. “You are a thing of beauty, Amanda,” Philip complimented her. “Thank you,” she responded warmly. Bryan was still circling her, examining her. “Those perfect tits and that shaved pussy are driving me crazy.” I amusingly thought there’d be a riot if I didn’t let the men touch my wife soon. “Ok, gentlemen. Time to get into the blowjob line. And, please, no pushing. There will be plenty of cocksucking for everyone. Hon, if you’d be so kind as to get on your knees?” Amanda did so without a word. The men quickly lined up in front of her, a few feet away, stroking themselves once again, getting their cocks ready for my wife’s mouth. “Dimitri, you may approach.” My childhood friend moved robotically, uncertainty suddenly etched on his face and he advanced towards Amanda, erection in hand. She smiled at him to put him at ease, and it was a look that was warmer than the sun. He stopped a few inches in front of her. I stared intently at my cell phone screen as I continued to record. “You know, Amanda. As much as I want this….as much as I’ve have fantasized about… you don’t have to do this. I definitely don’t want---“ Amanda cut him off by wrapping a gentle hand around his sex organ. Our friend’s back immediately extended, and his entire body seem to stiffen in shock. “Shhh….it’s ok, my big teddy bear,” she told him soothingly. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to do this. For myself. For my husband.” She paused. “For you.” She looked at me briefly as she spoke, her eyes penetrating me even through the camera lens. But I knew what she was doing: teasing me and making me happy, and at the same time putting Dimitri at ease. I loved her so much. Amanda looked up at our friend, still smiling sweetly, as she kissed his cockhead. His moan was immediate. She twisted her head down to lick the underside of his cock, from the base to the very tip, slow in her maneuver. Then my wife pushed her head forward and swallowed him halfway. “Christ, that feels so good,” Dimitri breathed rapturously. He began slowly pumping his pelvis, but Amanda latched her hands onto his hips to keep him still. She wanted to do all the work and control him. As my wife proceeded to suck his cock, Dimitri reached down and tenderly tucked her silky hair behind an ear. It was a display of affection, and it also gave me a great profile of my friend’s cock disappearing into my wife’s mouth. Amanda continued to expertly bob her head up and down Dimitri’s pole, keeping a slow rhythmic pace to prevent a premature ejaculation. It only served to drive our friend crazy, and everyone else as we watched in lust-filled silence. My wife had us all hard. “I think about you and your husband so much,” Dimitri confessed in short, ragged breaths. He was defenseless before her oral onslaught, unable to contain his thoughts, and his words made me curious. But he was starting to squirm uncontrollably, and I knew he was about to blow his load. I chuckled to myself. Amanda wasn’t even a minute into her first blowjob; I knew she was that good from firsthand experience. My best friend undoubtedly wanted to cum in my wife’s throat. I’m sure he had been dreaming about this moment for years. Almost reluctantly, and definitely cruelly, I called out “Next!” Amanda pulled back and slipped Dimitri out. There was a loud intake of air as she swallowed whatever was in her mouth and giggled. Dimitri leaned down and kissed her affectionately before stepping to the side. Glenn approached cautiously as Dimitri vacated his spot. “Hi, Glenn,” Amanda greeted her boss from her knees as if it was just another day at the office. “Hello, Mandy” Glenn responded slowly, calling my wife by the pet name that I thought, up until that precise moment, was exclusive only to me. For some reason, hearing him call her that made me more jealous than the fact that she was about to suck his cock and be gangbanged. But for now, Amanda’s boss couldn’t believe the situation he currently found himself in. He kneeled down to be eyelevel with Amanda, and gave her a loving hug which she happily returned. I noticed how tightly their chests pressed against each other. There was a mischievous glint in Amanda’s eyes as she pulled back. “So I have to ask you, Glenn. Have you ever thought about…us? Together like this?” His response was instant. “Oh my, yes, darling. All the time. I have been fantasizing about you since the moment we met. I still remember how you looked the day you strolled into my office for the very first time…what you were wearing, how you had your hair done... I even remember the scent of your perfume.” My wife grinned slyly. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. “Don’t you think I deserve a raise if I’m going to suck and fuck you tonight?” she wondered aloud in feigned plaintiveness. Amanda gave me a furtive wink at our inside joke. Everyone’s jaw dropped. “Damn,” Dimitri said, shaking his head in disbelief. Bryan nodded his head in appreciation and looked at me. “That is one smart woman you’re married to!” Poor Glenn. He looked panicked, clearly unsure if he should proceed, or leave and pretend like this night never happened. But Amanda threw her head back and laughed. His fate was sealed when she enclosed her hand around his cock. She was already pulling his erection to her face as she ushered him to his feet. “You know, Glenn,” she purred in a sultry tone, “I think of you a lot, too. You sitting in your office, in that big black leather chair, while I’m my knees…just like this.” With her hand still wrapped around his pole, she began swirling the pad of her thumb over his cockhead, playing it like some kind of obscene joystick. His expression showed the effect it was having on him. “I think it’d be fun if I crawled under your desk and took you in my mouth while you’re working. That desk is so big, your secretary could even walk in and not even notice me down there.” I was certain that was a real fantasy for my wife. I had to admit, it was a good one. I looked at Glenn. Panic had turned into desperation. “Please, Mandy. Stop teasing me. Take me into your mouth.” Amanda snickered and opened her lips wide, letting her boss thrust his cock into her mouth. She took him in only about a quarter of the way, electing to stimulate his hard pole in a twisting motion while she sucked on its head. Glenn howled. “God, that feels wonderful! It’s been so long since I… please don’t stop.” He weaved his fingers through my wife’s soft hair. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect. You have no idea how badly I’ve want you, baby girl.” Amanda seemed to work his cock harder and faster at his words. I zoomed the camera in close as spit and precum began oozing down her chin. Her audience was captivated, some even offering words of encouragement as Amanda worked her magic, grunting in exertion. Like Dimitri, Glenn had been lusting for my wife for years. And like Dimitri, Glenn wouldn’t be able to contain himself for very long. “Next batter!” I called out before my wife’s boss could ejaculate into her mouth. Glenn groaned in frustration as he reluctantly withdrew from my Amanda’s mouth. She wiped her chin and beamed him a devastating smile. A thick strand of ooze dripped out of his penis as he grudgingly moved away. Bryan was smirking, tapping his cock against an open palm. I again noticed how his erection was curved at the end. I could only imagine the added stimulation Amanda would feel when that little hook slid into her pussy. Would it hurt? Bryan didn’t say a word as he quickly closed the distance to my wife. When he was directly in front of her, he slipped his hand behind Amanda’s head and bunched her hair in a ponytail before jamming his pole down her throat. “That’s right, baby. I got something for you, and you’re going to enjoy it.” His other hand clamped onto her throat, keeping her head in place as he brutally began to throatfuck her. Even though his harsh treatment of my wife was a major turn on, it, nevertheless, still made me a little uncomfortable. Bryan was wildly thrusting in and out of her mouth, his head tossed back as yelled “Oh yeah!” over and over again. There was a wet gurgling sound emanating from the back of my wife’s throat as she calmly and expertly accepted the abuse. Spunk was spewing down her chin again, this time much more copiously, rolling down her neck and dripping onto her pretty tits. My wife’s eyes were now bloodshot, and she was snorting for air. I watched it all through the screen of my camera phone for only a moment before I approached, intent on stopping them. But Amanda extended her arm and stopped me even as Bryan continued to facefuck her. She let Bryan use her throat for a bit longer then twisted out of his grasp. Instead of swallowing like she had done before, she spit whatever was in her mouth disdainfully onto the floor. She looked up at him with a hard expression. “So is this how you like your women? On their knees? Treated so roughly?” Bryan guffawed and threw up his hands in mock guilt. “Hey, you said it, not me!” Amanda straightened her back, rising up tall, and clasped her hands behind her back in pretend submission. “Then come back here.” “Oh, fuck,” I said, so turned on, surprised, and proud of my wife all at the same time. “Oh, fuck,” someone else---I wasn’t sure who---echoed. “Sweetheart, you are a gift from above.” Bryan pulled Amanda onto his cock again by her head, driving himself back into her mouth. He gradually slide his hand down from her throat to her chest, fondling and squeezing her left breast. As he bucked into her mouth, Bryan alternated between slapping at my wife’s breast and tweaking her nipple. As more saliva and precum began pouring onto her chest, he smeared it all over her tan skin. Then Bryan thrust deep into Amanda’s mouth again, but this time held his position. He leaned over her kneeling form, reaching down to squeeze her ass and gave it a loud slap before standing tall again. “Fuck,” Bryan growled a moment later. “I’m gonna cum for you!” Upon hearing that, Amanda shrugged out of his hold. She pushed him around so that his cock was pointed away from her as he jerked himself all over our living room floor. My wife, at least, was kind enough to let him finish before calling out, “Next!” Bryan sneered at her as he walked away, still stroking his shaft. “I’m going to take your ass tonight, baby. You better believe that.” Amanda waved her hand in dismissal. Philip quietly padded over to my wife. Whereas the other men all had open looks of eagerness and lust, he still wore a solemn expression. Philip gave his manhood a few hard strokes, and Amanda opened her jaws wide to take him in. “Wait,” I told her. “Suck his balls first.” Philip looked at me and nodded gratefully. He had approached me several days ago asking for my wife to perform this particular sex act on him. The thought had aroused me, so I promised him that I’d try work it in. Fortunately, Amanda was more than accommodating. Amanda acquiesced and immediately began sucking his left nut. Philip closed his eyes, threw his head back, and sighed in satisfaction. His ponytail dangled over his back, and I marveled at how smooth and silky it looked, just like Amanda’s; his hair probably almost smelled as good, too. She rolled her head around to Philip’s opposite side, and was slurping on the right side of his sac while stroking him at a fluid pace. Her sound effects and fervor left no doubts she was enjoying herself. Finally, Amanda repositioned himself in front of her current the partner, somehow opening her jaws even wilder and ingesting Philip’s entire sac. I laughed as the spectators ooh’ed and ahh’ed at my wife’s technique. Philip kept his hands proudly on his hips as Amanda continued to work him over orally. She let go of his shaft and held onto his thighs for support, looking up at him from beneath his cock as it lay on her face while she sucked his balls again. Amanda nuzzled her face into Philip’s crotch while his sac was still in her mouth. The normally stoic Philip moaned in ecstasy. He began masturbating furiously as my wife continued to swallow him, panting and grunting. I was compelled to stop him before he blew his load all over my wife’s face. “Jansen! Last man up!” Before Philip could withdraw, my wife slapped his cock against her cheek several times. Philip bent down to kiss her on the forehead before giving way. I was happy to have Jansen’s cock in the picture with Amanda’s face to capture her expression as he walked out of the shadows. He seemed to be wielding his member like a club, and it was easily the largest erection I had ever seen. Looking at it made me feel hungry and inadequate both at the same time. But I loved how Amanda’s eyes widened anxiously as Jansen approached. Judging by the openly lust-filled, greedy expression on her face, she was going to indulge herself. My wife must’ve read my mind because she smiled and gave me an almost imperceptible nod in thanks. Then she stared between Jansen’s legs and licked her lips. “Look at her, man!” Bryan exclaimed to Jansen. “She can’t wait to get you into her mouth!” Even Dimitri couldn’t contain himself. “Damn, dude. Your cock looks as big as a meatball sub!” “You’re gonna a choke on that, Mandy!” Glenn teased her. “Deepthroat him!” someone yelled. “Deepthroat him!” another repeated. And thus, everyone began everyone began chatting those 2 words over and over. I continued to record intently. Amanda blushed and laughed her musical laugh as she kneeled before Jansen while everyone egged her on. She started stroking the tall blonde man as she peered up at him. In response, he looked down at her and gently caressed her face between both hands. For such a large man, he seemed particularly gentle. Everyone was still shouting, urging her to take the monster cock down her throat when she opened her mouth. She took Jansen in slowly, sliding in his bulbous head and then stopping to suck on it. After a bit, she inched her head slowly until she had about half of Jansen’s cock down her throat. The sight of such a gigantic cock in my wife’s mouth made my own member strain painfully in my pants. The others drew closer around the couple, and I had to admonish them for obstructing my view. Amanda continued to impale herself further on the huge shaft, and began choking and gagging a bit about three quarters of the way down. Jansen reached down to pet my wife’s head soothingly. He even leaned down to whisper in her ear, and whatever he said seemed to give her renewed vigor. She quickly recovered and paused. Everyone stopped talking. I was holding my breath. We all watched in awe as Amanda took a final breath through her nostrils, her shoulders rising and falling resolutely, and, with a final plunge, finished deepthroating Jansen’s massive cock. The room erupted in cheers and fist-pumps as Amanda’s face came to a halt against Jansen’s hips. She held him there for a long moment before withdrawing him, a long tendril of wetness streaked across her cheek as she coughed. When she recovered, she blushed almost innocently. Glenn couldn’t contain himself and gave her a lustful kiss. I had to resist the urge to lick the wet streak off her face. “Are you guys ready to gangbang my wife?” I yelled. Everyone roared. Even my wife couldn’t help but shout and pump her fist in approval. She was helped to her feet by 5 sets of hands all over her naked body. I quickly removed the cushions off the couch and placed them on the coffee table. “Dimitri, lay down over there,” I pointed. “You get to fuck my wife first. Glenn and Jansen, you’re going to be on either side of her getting hand jobs. Philip, I hope you don’t mind another blowjob so soon?” He smiled slightly and shook his head. “And Bryan, I’m guessing you won’t complain about being the first to fuck Amanda in the ass?” Bryan ran his hand down Amanda’s smooth, toned bottom. “Been dreaming about it since I first laid eyes on it.” I pointed the camera at my wife as I addresses her last. “Babe, are you OK with the plan?” She struck a voluptuous pose at me, her beautiful, wet body gleaming in the light, as bright as her smile. “Well, I like to think that I got all dolled for a reason!” She laughed, and there was a sexy little bounce to her breasts and ass. Her wonderful nudity was on full display. “Just try to record me from the right side,” she replied self-deprecatingly. “It’s my better profile.” All 5 men had visibly throbbing cocks as Amanda was ushered over to the coffee table. Dimitri was already on his back when she climbed over him and straddled his body. She smiled sweetly down at him as she reached for his erection, stroked him several times, and rubbing the tip of his shaft over her shaved clit before lowering herself onto him. Dimitri was already at her mercy. “Fuck….oh fuck….that feels so good! I can’t believe….finally….” His voice trailed off. Everyone was impatient to have a piece of my wife. Bryan grabbed her from behind the neck and pushed her head down, angling her bottom for penetration. I watched intently as his crooked cockhead disappeared into her. Amanda moaned and shuddered at being taken in her ass; seeing her sodomized was a dream come true for me. Bryan gritted his teeth. “I didn’t think your ass would be so tight. But that’s ok, baby. I’m gonna loosen it up for everyone else.” He continued to drive inexorably into my wife. Amanda began to squirm as she was impaled in both holes. I thought she might protest, but whatever she may have said was gurgled out as Philip bent her head further down and inserted his engorged member into her mouth. She blindly reached out for Glenn and Jansen, and they kindly guided her hands onto their respective erections. I thought my own hard-on was going to burst out of my pants as I proudly recorded my wife, every hole stuffed and her hands full. They were one big writhing, sweaty, moaning mass. Amanda was enjoying herself even more than I had hoped. This was the pinnacle of months of planning, and I was aroused and happy for my wife beyond comprehension. I had to force myself back to the moment to explain to everyone, “You have 2 minutes at each station before you shift to the right. Try not to blow your load too soon, ok?” I didn’t think any of them would be able to last for very long. In fact, Glenn began spurting cum about only a minute into his hand job. Amanda snorted and giggled even as she was still sucking Philip. Glenn stepped to the side as he watched the rest of the group, stroking himself to make his penis hard again for my wife’s next body part. I called time, and everyone rotated. Now Glenn was ass fucking my wife, Dimitri and Bryan were being jacked off, Philip was underneath her, and Jansen was back in her mouth. Hard breathing, grunts, moans, murmurs, and words of lewd encouragement filled our living room. Everyone was touching, groping, and pawing at my wife as they worked her over. “I’m going to cum!” Dimitri gasped not long after Amanda wrapped a manicured hand around his thick staff. Upon hearing that, she started to masturbate him faster and more furiously. Dimitri cock erupted almost immediately and hard…so hard, in fact, that his semen burst out of his penis as if shot out of a cannon, arced over Amanda’s backside, and splattered on Bryan’s stomach! “What the fuck!” Bryan exploded. “You got your fucking cum on me!” Dimitri was absolutely mortified, and tried to stammer an apology. But my wife was there for our friend, and immediately defused the situation. “Shhhh….,” she said soothingly after sliding Jansen out of her mouth. She was very demure, and gently massaging the remaining cock in her hand. “Relax. It’s OK. Here, let me clean up the mess.” She licked Dimitri’s cum Bryan’s tummy and slowly swallowed. “See? No harm done.” She smiled sweetly, and resumed her duties. That seemed to settle them down. Every man was completely stiff again when they traded positions once more. Amanda and her partners were all sweating profusely by the time they were at their last stations. Globs of cum were pasted on various parts of her body from the men, literally, not being able to contain themselves. Her long, black silky hair was disheveled and clumped, which only added to her slutty sexiness. But she was still fucking and sucking and stroking with the same energy and enthusiasm that she had started the night with. I was still recording, but could hardly contain myself any longer. I was rubbing my hard on through my pants with one hand even as I tried to hold my phone steady with the other. Even with a cock down her throat and getting poked from every direction, Amanda managed to turn her head slightly in my direction. At first, I thought she was looking directly into the camera, but by the intent look in her eyes, I realized she was actually looking at me. With a sudden movement and twist of her body, Amanda shrugged all the cocks away from her. She climbed off Bryan, who had been below her, and stood up proudly on slightly wobbly legs. Everyone backed away from her to give her some space. I kept my camera fixed on my wife, looking so amazing in her sweaty, cum-soaked glory. “Ready to call it a night?” I asked. Amanda clearly had a voracious sexual appetite, but there was only so much the human body could physically handle. After all, each man had fucked her every hole and unloaded cum into her multiple times. It was already a night that we would never forget. But my wife ignored me. “I just realized that you’re the only one here still wearing clothes.” She spoke with a quiet edge, and I could detect the challenge in her voice. “Why don’t you take everything off and join us?” We stood for a moment in a silent face-off. I instantly realized she had something up her sleeve, which made me nervous because I had no clue what it was. “Better do as the lady says, and get naked,” Glenn warned, “because I don’t think she’s taking ‘no’ for an answer!” That drew chuckles and more encouragement from everyone. Amanda was still staring at me with an unreadable expression. “Ok. Fine,” I responded cautiously as I undressed. I had to admit, it felt good to finally give my hard-on the space that it craved…and it felt even better to be naked with everyone. Dimitri looked at my throbbing erection and nodded approvingly. “Yeah, I would say your husband has been more than happy to watch you get gangbanged” my childhood friend commented flippantly to Amanda. “No doubt,” my wife replied quietly. Her grin was getting broader and the sparkle in her eyes was getting brighter as well. “But I’m guessing the sight of so many beautiful cocks is also making him very, very excited as well.” She was absolutely beaming now. “Isn’t that right, babe?” I stood in stunned silence. My initial thought was to laugh off my wife’s suggestion and make some kind of glib remark to deflect attention. But Amanda was right. Watching my wife having sex with multiple men was high on my list of sexual fantasies. But so was having those cocks for myself. Besides, I could never lie to her. I answered quietly, with a single word: “Yes.” I didn’t know how the other men in the room were going to react to my admission, but Amanda pressed on. “Hmmm….” The gears in her mind were obviously spinning. She turned to face the group whom she had just serviced. “Do you all want to fuck me again?” Her tone was casual as if she was asking about the weather. Everyone gave an emphatic affirmative response. Amanda’s smile was of pure glee. “Then I have a proposition for everyone in this room: I will have sex with each of you, once a week for the next month…but, first, you all have to fuck my husband. Tonight. Either all of you agree to it right now, or no one touches me again. Ever” At first, I wasn’t sure if I heard Amanda correctly. When her words finally registered, my jaw dropped and I just gaped at her. What had she just done ?!?! To my equal amazement, there was no awkward silence or uncomfortable shifting. Everyone’s response was almost immediate. Philip surprisingly spoke first. “I’ve been wanting both of you since you’ve been coming to my restaurant. So I’m in.” I actually blushed at him. “Hell, I’ve never thought about being with another man, but if that’s what it’ll cost to fuck you for a whole month, then I’m down with it!” Bryan response wasn’t surprising. Jansen merely nodded, but Glenn looked like he was suffering an existential crisis. “I don’t know,” He wavered. “All this is already crazy enough. My family….my job…OUR jobs….not to mention---“ Amanda cut her boss off by merely positioning herself in front of him, standing tall and unleashing the full force of her flawless nudity on him. It took him about a second to reconsider. “Uh…..um, yes, of course I’m in.” Glenn stammered weakly. “I don’t want to be the fool who ruins it for everyone. All for one, and one for all.” Dimitri looked at me and smiled warmly. “Yes,” he answered simply. I could tell his affection was directed to both me and Amanda, and I suddenly had the premonition that everything was going to be as it always should’ve been between us. Had anyone been under the illusion that my wife was at the mercy of everyone else in the room, there was now no denying who was in control. She clearly wielded all the power, but I had known from the very beginning. Just like Amanda had asked at the beginning of the night, I asked hoarsely “How do we even begin?” Amanda was clearly enjoying turning the tables on me. “First, let’s get rid of this.” She snatched my cell phone out of my hands and tossed it onto the coffee table. Then she took me and Dimitri by the hand, and led us a short distance away from the group. “I think Dimitri should be your first,” my wife whispered to me so that only he and I could hear her. “I think it’s only right. And I’ve felt that way for a very long time.” I looked at my friend, who stared back at me. Slowly, we both broke into an embarrassed grin. Amanda ushered Dimitri towards the couch, and he sat down. In a much louder voice so that everyone could hear, she continued, “This is how we’re going to begin. Dimitri, you just sit there and relax. And, babe…you’re going to kneel between his legs and give your best friend the greatest blowjob of his life. Well, maybe second to ones I just gave him!” My legs were stiff and my mouth was dry. I had the sudden realization that my wife want to fuck these men over and over again as badly as I wanted to feel the touch of another man for the first time. I couldn’t do anything else but obey my wife. Amanda knelt beside me and began coaching me. “That’s right, on your knees…spread his legs apart so you can get right up into him. It’ll put much less strain on your neck that way. Now take his penis and massage it….make it as hard as you want before you take him into your mouth. Good….” I wasn’t sure what aroused me more, the sight and feel of another man’s hard, hot erection in the palm of my hand, or my wife kneeling next to me and giving me unsolicited advice on how to administer a blowjob. “It’s feels awesome,” I said softly as I looked up at Dimitri while stroking his shaft. It was quite an understatement. “Good, babe. I like the enthusiasm. Now before I take you into my mouth, I always like to make you nice and wet first so I don’t hurt you. Lubrication is the key during oral sex, as I’m sure you boys know. So go ahead and start licking him.” I hesitated. Dimitri and I locked eyes, and he looked as hopeful as I was. “Lick him like a lollipop,” Amanda suggested sweetly. “From the bottom to the top…nice and slow.” I leaned in close between my best friend’s legs with his hard on looming in front of my face. I lightly touched the underside of his shaft, at the very base of his balls, with the tip of my tongue, and proceeded slowly upwards along the entirety of his length. And thus was my introduction to cock, and the commencement of my very first blowjob. I continued to lick Dimitri’s cock like a lollipop as my wife Amanda had instructed me. She continued to whisper directions into my ear, and I quickly grew bolder and more confident. Holding my friend’s shaft in place, I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cockhead, which was already tasting salty. I always loved it when Amanda held eye contact when she have me a blowjob, so I took a page out of her playback and stared into Dimitri’s eyes as my mouth continued to work on his cock. My best friend threw his head back and moaned in approval. His hard on quivered in my hand. Amanda actually squealed in delight and clapped her hands. I began sliding Dimitris cock into my mouth. “Don’t suck too hard or you’ll make him cum,” Amanda admonished me. “We wouldn’t want that to happen prematurely, now, would we?” She winked at Dimitri I suddenly had the urge to deepthroat, and tried to sink my head lower on the fat cock in my mouth. But when Dimitri’s tip scraped the back of my throat, I began to cough and had to pull him out. Amanda said with a scholarly tone, “Here, like this.” She yanked our friend’s manhood from my grasp and proceeded to bob her head up and down on it several times before slowing down and taking him completely in. She kept his cock buried down her throat for a moment as if to prove a point. Dimitri groaned and squirmed, but he wasn’t complaining. Then she presented his penis back to me. “Now you try." I swallowed his erection again and tried to emulate my wife’s oral skills. I did better this time, but could only take Dimitri about halfway. My wife laughed and looked at the other men standing behind me, who were watching and unsure how to proceed. She ushered me up to my feet, but kept a gentle hand on the back of my head to keep Dimitri’s cock buried in my throat. I was standing, but bent at the waist with my ass facing everyone in the room as I kept sucking my best friend’s cock. My heart fluttered because I knew what would happen next. Amanda licked her index finger and then began teasing my asshole with it. I moaned onto Dimitri’s shaft which, in turn, made him moan, too. I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth, could taste the saltiness leaking from his cockhead, and I yearned for him to cum in my mouth. My wife then ruthlessly drove her finger inside of me to her knuckle, and my own hard-on spasmed like never before. She indicated for Bryan to approach with a curt motion of her head. “Do you ever want to make love to my ass again?” my wife asked him serenely. “Hmmm… I think I know where this is going,” he deadpanned. He stepped closer. Amanda took Bryan’s shaft and pressed it to my anal entrance. My entire being instantly shivered with excitement. I grunted as the soft tissue around my anus began to stretch. Need more lube, I thought to myself. My wife read my mind because she drew her head close to my ass and let a glob of saliva drip from her mouth to land perfectly on my opening and Bryan’s cockhead. Bryan looked down and spit, too, and then, holding onto my hips, began to inexorably drive his cock into my ass. I tried to focus on sucking Dimitri’s shaft, but the added sensation was somehow painful and wonderful at the same time. I couldn’t believe what was happening! My anal sex fantasy was finally coming true, and my wife was right beside me to share the moment. I suddenly wanted Bryan to drive his erection all the way inside of me, and assfuck me as roughly as he had done to my wife earlier. Amanda held my hand as she whispered in my ear again. “Try to relax, hon. Let him come into you, don’t try to fight it.” But my sphincter muscles were contracting reflexively at the brand new invasive sensation. It burned a bit and was uncomfortable enough that I gritted my teeth. But I wanted more cock; I needed more cock. “Fuck,” Bryan growled behind me. “Not sure which one of you has the tighter ass!” Amanda giggled and rose from her knees. She disappeared from my peripheral vision, and I could hear her talking to Philip and Glenn. Bryan leaned over my body, driving his cock deeper into my ass and, in the process, used his momentum to force my head deeper onto Dimitri’s cock. “You’ve got some kinda wife, talking all of us into fucking you before we can bang her again.” He leaned in close, and I couldn’t tell if he was mocking me or thanking me. “I’m going to pound your ass just like I pounded hers. And after that, I want you to know something: your woman is going to feel my cock all over every inch of her body.” Bryan was taking me harder now, and the bend in his cockhead felt exquisite inside of me as it scraped my inner walls. Were it not for the slab of meat inside my mouth, I would’ve begged him for more punishment. As Bryan and Dimitri spitroasted me, I became aware of one person moving to either side of me. I couldn’t twist my head to see, but felt them both take my hands and wrapping them around their erections. The one in my right hand felt just a bit larger and smoother, and I guessed it was Philip. The feeling of so many cocks in contact with my body was driving me wild. So this is how it’s like to be gangbanged, I thought to myself. My elation was indescribable, and I hoped that Amanda had experienced similar joy. A hand was stroking my cock now. I looked between my legs while continuing to service Dimitri with my mouth, and followed the hand to it’s owner: Philip, who was standing to my right. I surmised as much. I angled my head a bit, and saw Amanda and Jansen standing next to each other in the background. He had a strong arm around her waist as they watched the other men gangbang me. Jansen whispered something in her ear, and she laughed. Then he pulled my wife close to him and kissed her. She didn’t resist in the slightest. In fact, it was a long, sensuous kiss, full of obvious desire that even rivaled what Amanda normally bestowed to me. My cock throbbed harder in Philip’s hand. Their lips still locked together, Jansen gently lowered Amanda onto a nearby loveseat. I watched as my wife willingly spread her legs wide open. Everyone from my awkward vantage point, I could see her pussy was sopping wet. Jansen then planted one foot firmly on the floor and rested his other bent knee on the loveseat to straddle her. As I continued to suck and stroke, and be assfucked, I watched as Jansen slowly plunged his enormous cock into my wife’s gaping, slathered pussy. They didn’t stop kissing even as he penetrated her, and Amanda wrapped her long legs around his body. As I stared at my wife making love to another man, I began feeling a renewed zeal. I rocked back and forth harder and with more urgency, letting my lips, tongue, and throat glide up and down Dimitri’s shaft while at the same time relaxing my ass muscles to better accommodate Bryan’s member. My hands began to stroke more ferociously as well. I growled and murmured, and I could feel heat emanating from my body as I hungrily serviced 4 men while intently watching Jansen fuck my wife. She was clearly caught in the throes of passion, and I suddenly wanted to make all the other men in the room forget about my her. I picked up the pace. “Holy shit, he wants it bad!” Dimitri exclaimed. Bryan and Glenn echoed similar comments, and even the normally quiet Philip was groaning words of encouragement as he continued to stroke my sex. I wanted to pull my head off Dimitri’s cock, and tell everyone to switch stations as I had done when they were playing with my wife. But I couldn’t stop what I was doing, and I couldn’t stop watching Amanda and her current partner. I felt something wonderfully warm and sticky splatter onto my left shoulder and the side of my neck, and I knew Glenn had blown his load. I felt giddy as I realized I had made another man cum for the very first time in my life. But I wanted more. A moment later, I felt Bryan trembling behind me as he unloaded in my ass. I had yearned to feel another man’s cum boiling into me, and the sensation was precisely everything that I had hoped it would be. I was proud that he ejaculated several times and at the amount of semen, so much that it was spewing out of my butt. Then it was Dimitri’s turn. “I’m gonna cum! “I’m gonna cum!” he gasped in warning. I felt his cock tightening in my mouth. Dimitri tried to twist away but I wouldn’t let him. I sealed my lips and sucked hard. My friend howled as he blasted his cum down my throat. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t choke or cough, I simply swallowed his spunk as quickly as it poured into my mouth. His cum was thick and salty, tinged with a slightly sour, almost citrusy aftertaste. If I was happy that I had made Glenn cum, then in comparison I was absolutely elated to finally taste semen. Dimtri’s spurts were already subsiding when Philip grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up into a standing position. I was actually sad to feel Dimtri’s member slide out of my mouth, to let go of Glenn’s shaft, and to feel Bryan’s hooked cock fall out of my ass. Philip turned me so that I was fully facing Jansen and Amanda. Without warning, he stepped into me and firmly slide his manhood into my asshole. It probably would’ve been excruciatingly painful had Bryan’s cum not provided more than adequate lubrication. Philip reached around my body and, as he proceeded to sodomize me, cupped my balls with one hand and stroked my erection with the other. My anus was already sore from the reaming Bryan had given me, but I still craved cock there. “Let’s watch them and get off together,” Philip murmured. He spoke so close to my ear that I felt his warm breath on my skin. Our eyes were on Jansen and Amanda as they provided us an amazing scene. I stared as his massive cocked seared in and out of my wife’s pussy. I couldn’t believe Amanda could fit such a massive thing inside of her! Her head was thrown back as Jansen fucked her, kissing her neck. “God, yes! I love it! I love it!” Amanda cried. “It feels so good! Don’t stop, Jansen! Don’t you dare stop fucking me!” Jansen began thrusting his hips harder and faster into her. Philip seemingly matched his speed and began pumping into my ass at a matching pace. His hand felt wonderful as it cradled my scrotum, and my cock was burning hot in the palm of his other hand. “Look the color of his huge cock,” Philip said softly to me. And I noticed how Jansen’s erection had an angry, reddish tint. “The texture of his skin…the bulging veins. And Amanda…she looks so beautiful with him right now, doesn’t she?” “Fuck her good!” I blurted out to Jansen. “Give her what she wants!” I was never sure who came first: me, Philip, or Jansen. All I know is that I felt another flood of hot wetness steaming out of my ass as Philip strayed the floor with my cum as if my cock and balls were some kind of obscene fire extinguisher. Amanda was actually screaming as her entire body shuddered. I could see Jansen was bathed in sweat as he let out a loud sigh, pumping his hips into my wife with one hard final time before collapsing on top of her. Each one of us was obviously spent, but I wasn’t completely satisfied yet. I rushed over to where Jansen and Amanda lay. He immediately rolled off of my wife, mistaking the wild look on my face for another emotion. My wife also appeared worried and apologetic. I simply brought her up into a sitting position and pulled her legs forward so that she was in a reclined position on the loveseat. Before Jansen’s cum could leak out of her pussy like Bryan’s and Philip’s combined spunk was currently oozing out of my asshole, I knelt between my wife’s legs and sniffed. “I’ve always loved scent of your pussy,” I told her. “And I like it even more when it’s filled with cum.” With that, I plunged my face between her legs, and began lapping the semen out of her vagina. I felt Amanda’s body immediately stiffen and heard her gasp. Jansen’s jizz was thick and creamy, and I was able to suck most of it out of my wife fairly easily. It didn’t taste nearly as salty as Dimitri’s. I felt her clit with my lips, and it was still hard and engorged. I knew she must still be sensitive, so I used my tongue to play with it for a bit. When I became satisfied with her squirming and whimpering, I returned to licking and sucking Jansen’s cum out of her body. “Oh my god,” she breathed. Amanda wrapped her legs around my neck to hold my face close between her legs, and I ate her pussy out with wanton abandon. When she finally went limp, I rose up and crawled over her. I gazed at my wife with wide, adoring eyes, then kissed her with a mouthful of cum. I pushed Jansen’s spunk into her mouth with my tongue, and she conversely used her own tongue to steal some from my mouth. The men looked on as my wife and I swapped cum, and shared the longest kiss we ever had. After a very long time, we disengaged from each other’s lips, breathing hard, our mouths empty and our stomachs satiated with semen. Everyone just clapped and cheered. My wife and I lovingly touched each other’s cheek, and smiled. We both knew that this was only the beginning.

My story starts off like this… My ex leaves me with my infant daughter Raven… My beautiful Raven is now 18 years old with long jet-black hair and is a tad on the bigger side... Not obese by any means but still she is carrying quite a bit of weight. One this she does that proves that she has me wrapped around her little finger is what she looks at me and says "please daddy" it gets me every time. I treat my daughter as an equal not as my daughter... Perhaps that's why I think our relationship changed from that as parent/offspring into something more... Let's say immoral. Because for the majority of Raven's life it has just been the two of us and since we live out in the country she has lived a very sheltered life and has been hone schooled her whole life. As far as I know she is still a virgin cuz to my knowledge she hasnt shown an interest in boys, with it being just the 2 of use we tend to take care of eachother she takes care of the house work and I work and pay the bills. I was sitting in my office jerking off to some porn vids that I downloaded, on the computer there was a fat porn star with huge tits masturbating, I was stroking my dick furiously and I came into some paper tissues that I kept in the office for just that reason. As I was pulling up my pants i glance towards the door and see my dear daughter raven standing in the door and when we made eye contact she blushed deeply and ran to her room. I ran after her and asker her to open the door which she did and then sheepishly went to sit on her bed facing away from me. I reassured her that I wasnt mad and that if she had any question I would answer them. She turned around to face me. She asked me why I was looking at fat girls and I said "well I like big girls, I like them alot more than skinny girls". She asked why dont I go out and find a big girl, I told her that after her mother left us I havent been able to trust another woman with my heart and that i have a certain type that I go for that is hard to find "What type of women do go for? " I tell her that have certain "things" that I like, which was a bad thing to say cuz it only fueled her curiosity further. "What kind of things?" "I don't think I should be telling you this" as I was saying that I was hoping I didn't hear her say it... "please daddy"… fuck… " are you sure you want to have this convo?". She perked up and said enthusiasticly "yes" "OK... I like bigger sized girls with big tits who will let me do whatever I what to them... I want them to become my sex slave... But because woman's rights is all the rage right now that's hard as hell to find". She looks like she is deep in thought but it was way past her bed time so I give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her to go to bed The next morning I wake up to the scent of bacon... I love bacon... I open my eyes and see Raven there with a tray with a plate of food on it... Breakfast in bed... I ask her what's the occasion… she says "I want to talk to you about something but I know you're cranky until you have breakfast so eat up". "we can talk while I eat if that's OK with you". "ok... I stayed up half the night thinking about this and I want you to hear me out will you do that? Will you let me say all of what I need to say before you say anything?" "sure I will it will give me time to eat." "OK here it goes… I want to be you're sex slave... I fit all the criteria… I'm a bigger girl... I have big tits, or so the stares that i get when i go shopping… daddy you are the only male that looks me in the eyes when i talk to them, and I will let you do whatever you want to me, so what do you say?" I almost choked on my scrambled eggs and I almost yell at her for even thinking that it's a good idea but then I remember that her coming in here and talking to me especially about that couldn't have been easy for her... So I regain my composure and ask "are you aware of what you're asking I can get into ALOT of trouble if people find out." "I won't say a word I promise… I really want this" "why" "because you have taken care of me my whole life... I want to return the favor by making it to where you never have to go out to find a woman who may or may not be into the same things as you. If you train me to be your slave I will love whatever it is that you're into because it's all I'll know". Her logic was sound and I do need some release so what do I do? Do I say no and dissapoint my beautiful daughter or do I give in and let her be mine in more than the familial sense? "please daddy." Well there you have it... I never could resist that. "I'll tell you what... You sleep on it and you think hard... Real hard... If this is what you really, truly want... Then we can give it a shot, but I have to warn you that if we start this it doesn't stop you will be my slave until I deem necessary for it to end... Understood"? "yes daddy" For the rest of the day we carried on as normal. We talked about this and that we watched tv, played board games, ate pizza. It was nice I really liked it and as the day went on I was having an internal struggle... Do I want what she's offering? Fucked up thing is that I think I do. I woke up early the next morning wondering if she would come in and what would happen. I laid in bed for a full hour until I heard her leave her room and go to the bathroom to do her morning ritual, which consisted of using the toilet, brushing her teeth, and hair. Shortly after she opened my bedroom door slowly and peeked in. Once she saw that I was awake she ran and jumped in to bed with me which isn't out of the norm for her. She kissed me on the cheek and said "good morning daddy" "good morning my beautiful Raven how did you sleep"? "not good daddy I was up most of the night thinking about if this is what I want like you told me to". "oh... Did you come to a decision "? (here it comes... Moment of truth!) "yes daddy I did... And I want to make you happy and I promise that no one will ever find out". "OK but one thing that must be made clear... You are here for my pleasure, I'm not here for yours... If you cum while you are pleasing me then OK but don't expect me to go out of my way to please you... Understood"? "yes daddy I understand I will make myself cum on my own time if I don't while we play". "OK then... Repeat after me, I, Raven Leeanne Turnquist will submit to you for ALL of his sexual pleasures and I am yours to use and abuse as you see fit"… she repeated the words flawlessly "OK first order of business is to learn how to suck my dick" I ran over some basic instructions and she eagerly listened. I told her to take off her clothes and then mine. After she took her clothes off she had her arms covering her tits and and pussy. "drop your arms or else you will be punished". She slowly lowers her arms and I look at her body and while I knew her tits were big I didn't know they were huge... They had to have been at least an f cup. I tell her to take my pants off and as she does that she gets her first look at my dick which is already rock hard... I'm only average sized but the look on her face is like she's looking at Mount Everest. She takes it in her hand and plays with it for a bit before she lowers her head and licks the tip which causes my dick to jump involuntarily. She giggles before slowly taking my entire shaft into her mouth... It felt fantastic and I'm loving every minute of it I grab her by her head and start fucking her face... Slowly at first but then I start to speed up. Once I start that her teeth graze my shaft so I grab her by her hair and forcefully pull her off my dick and slap her in the face… not hard but hard enough... Tears start streaming down her face and I shove my dick back in her mouth. After about ten minutes I can feel my cum start to boil in my balls and I tell her that I'm about to cum, I let go of her face to see what she would do... She kept on sucking with vigor and when I came she swallowed it all with no gagging. Once she has gotten every last drop she looked up at me, skilled, and asked how she did. "You did very well… you will make me a fine slave" "OK daddy needs to pee". I get up to leave and walk to the door, I look back and she is still on the bed. "get your ass up and follow me". She rushed to the door not wanting to get slapped again. When we get to the bathroom she expected me to go to the toilet and was confused when I stepped in the bathtub. I tell her to get in which she does but doesn't know why yet. " get on your knees and look up at me and open your mouth. Her eyes get as big as saucers. "Are you going to pee on me"!? "yes now on your knees". She lowers down frightened but I didn't care... She wanted to be my sex slave so she's going to get it. I am my dick at her face and smile she sees this smile so she does too. Just then a stream of piss hits her in the face I move the stream to her mouth and she gets a big mouthful which she spits out... "Swallow it"! She looks up at me and nods and again opens her mouth and I refill her mouth and she swallows my piss once she does that I aim my stream at her giant tits and spray those she starts massaging the piss into her tits which causes me to get hard. Once I stop pissing she takes my dick in her mouth and sucks it for dear life. After about two minutes of sucking my dick I grab her by her hair and turn her around bend her over. She reminds me that she isn't on the pill. I slap her ass hard and she jumps. I tell her "I know... I'm not stupid... That's why I'm going to fuck your ass". She looks mortified. I line my dick up to her ass hole and push until the head pops in... She cries out in pain… I push alittle more in and tears are streaming down her cheeks brushes not moving... I push more until my dick is completely encased in her tight asshole. I start to move slowly back and forth. A few minutes and her cries and turning into moans and she starts thrusting back against me. I reach around her body and grab both of her tits hard and she hisses. "Fuck my ass daddy, fuck it hard". I slap her ass "I give the orders slut". I increase the speed of my thrusting and then I hear her "I CUMMING DADDY, CUM INSIDE ME DADDY PLEEEEEASE"! That sent me over the edge and I cum deep inside my daughters ass. When I pull my dick out she drops to her knees and starts sucking my dick again... My daughter just went ass to mouth! Don't get me wrong I was gonna make her do it but the fact that she beat me to it made me proud as hell. After that I turn on the shower so we can clean the urine off and I tell her to go get dressed and meet me in the living room. I go get dressed and grab a soda from the fridge and sit in my recliner. She comes down and I instructed her to sit on the floor by my feet. She does so and I say to her "Raven,we need to talk". "OK". "how do you feel about what took place just now... Any second thoughts"? "No daddy I loved it all... It hurt when you slapped me but I got really horny and when you fucked me in my ass it hurt like hell but I still loved it... Especially when I got used to it. I can't wait till you fuck me in my pussy". "So you want to continue"? "if that's what you want master". With that I undo my pants and drop them to the floor and sit back down. I tell her that she is to get me off using only her hands, mouth, and tits. She takes off her top and grabs my hard dick and starts stroking it. I look into her eyes and she looks into mine and she opens her mouth and starts to suck my dick like there's no tomorrow… she slobbers all over and takes it all in her mouth everytime. Then after a few minutes she grabs her tits and wraps them around my dick and starts bouncing them up and down slowly at first but then picking up speed and in less than 10 minutes she is greeted with a large blast of cum that hits her on the chin and the drops back down onto her tits. I scoop some up with my fingers and feed my load to her which she gladly sucks off. I think I'm going to love our new arrangement

Kim’s Voyeurism chapter #2 Voyeurism leads to more infidelity I suggest that you read chapter #1 to better understand this chapter. This story contains cheating, masturbation, oral sex, creampie eating and voyeurism. If you don’t like these, don’t continue. A special thanks to Deana for her creative input; very thoughtful! We hope you enjoy. Our friends, Marty and Kim have been hanging around with my wife Sherri and me for several years. Since I caught her looking into hotel windows from ours, Kim and I had been sharing texts of her voyeurism fetish and mine for creampies. It’s been several months since Kim shared her husband’s creampie with me. As couples, we would get together occasionally; but I haven’t seen Kim alone since our sharing encounter. We would text each other often. The problem was that Kim was very erratic in her communication. At times she was very open, sharing her thoughts and ideas with me. We would speak about life in general and often share our fantasies and ideas to spice up our sex lives with our own spouses. The problem was that she would often get moody and would stop communicating. She would then text but would build formidable walls, and hide her feelings. She would dance around answering any direct questions or would not text for days. Then, when I figured our conversations were over for good, she would surprise me and share something really personal. When I called her out, she would fall back on her “Puritan” upbringing and wall building. Sherri and I planned a short holiday. Surprisingly Marty and Kim decided to join us for the short vacation to a New England resort a few weeks ago. This was the first trip where we’ve been together since Kim shared her creampie with me. To the best of my knowledge, neither Sherri, my wife, nor Kim’s husband Marty were aware of it. We travelled together for several hours. We then settled into our 2 bedroom suite and Relaxed with a bottle of wine. Kim wore cute shorts that showed a lot of her sexy thighs and a tank top that nicely revealed her “B” cup titties. She is pretty but has self-doubts about her looks. She normally dresses conservatively to hide her looks. She is short but has great legs and ass. I've suggested that she should wear more revealing clothes to accent her good looks; I guess she is finally listening. Sherri wore a short skirt and short sleeve top, unbuttoned to reveal a little of her cleavage Other than feasting On Kim’s creampie once, I’ve been faithful to Sherri. “Did you see that pool? I can’t wait to go sit in the sun by it and start that new Stephen King book.” Marty said. “Don’t you want to go explore the resort and coastline with me?” asked Kim in a pleading tone. “You can read your book when we’re stuck at home.” “Sitting by the pool, in the sun with a good bottle of wine and a good book is my vacation. Who needs all the extra work? No me.” Marty shot back. Kim looked a little deflated. It seemed evident that as Kim was expanding her horizons to experience new things, Marty was slowing to a couch potato. In our brief chats, Kim would sometimes let it slip that she was opening up to experience new things in her life. She was still very slow to act on them; but was “interested”. As we broke open the second bottle of wine, we discussed our first plan of action, going to dinner. It had been a long trip so we decided to do something quick, easy and casual. The resort had a pub and we chose to go there for “pub food”. The pub was a typical hotel type pub. It wasn’t crowded. The hostess sat us at a table in the back of the pub. Sherri and Kim sat looking toward the front door so we could see most of the patrons. Marty and I had our backs to the door. The waiter soon approached the table. He stood next to Marty. “Good evening, I’m Bruce. What may I bring you to drink?” He was looking at Sherri who ordered one of the specialty martinis and then turned to Kim. Kim turned to look at the waiter as she ordered. “I’ll have a …. Um…” then suddenly stopped as she gazed into his eyes. Kim was mesmerized by his good looks, blond hair; but especially his eyes. She regained her composure and ordered her usual wine, never breaking eye contact. When Bruce returned with the drinks, Kim never took her eyes off of him. I noticed this every time he approached the table. As a group we continued to discuss our plans for the next day. I noticed that Kim would seemed to be engaged in our conversations but her eyes tracked Bruce’s every move as he performed his duties around the room. She caught me watching her and just gave a sly smile to me every time. I gave her a knowing wink. I knew she was getting horny and wondered what she was planning. “Marty, let’s take some of the resort excursions and see things.” “No Kim, I want to relax. Sitting by the pool, reading, napping is what I really need. Who knows, Maybe something interesting will pop up so to speak?” Marty said, smiling at his witty double entendre. “Please Marty”. Pleaded Kim. “Maybe, before our trip is over. For tomorrow it’s me at the pool!” he replied. Sherri added, “Kim, you can go with us. We’re planning a few things. You’re always fun to travel with.” “Thanks Sherri, you’re too kind. Wouldn’t you want to travel without a third wheel? A threesome doesn’t sound too interesting. Does it?” As soon as she said it, Kim looked at me and blushed. My mind kicked into high gear at the prospect of a threesome. I didn’t dare look at Sherri. I’m sure any positive response from me would trigger a harsh look and harsher jealousy consequences. I couldn’t help thinking that Kim may be looking to broaden her sexual horizons. I could only dream and hope to get into her panties again; a threesome with my wife…. WOW! I felt my cock twitch. It was getting late. After finishing our food and drink, we headed back to our room. The walk back was uneventful. However, as Sherri and I walked arm in arm behind them, I noticed that Kim kept her distance from Marty. I wondered if there was more to their issue than just Marty’s resort agenda. Our suite was two floors. The upper floor had the two bedrooms with their own bathrooms equipped with Jacuzzi tubs and multi head showers. The first floor had a spacious living room, a small office area and a moderately sized kitchen. The nice thing was that our unit was on a small hill overlooking several other units. Our living room window looked down into the other unit’s bedrooms. When we were back in the suite, Marty opened another bottle of wine. Kim wandered to the picture window, and then glanced at me with a knowing wink. Over the course of the next hour, we relaxed and finalized our plans for tomorrow’s activities. Kim would walk from the couch to the window to gaze out and then, nonchalantly stroll around the room and back to the couch. We agreed that the next morning, after breakfast, Sherri and I would play tennis and Marty would hit the pool. Kim mentioned she would go to the resort gym and then we would all meet for lunch. Marty excused himself and headed to bed. I told Sheri I would check work email and join her in bed. “Marty, I’ll join you in a few minutes. I want to finish my wine and the article I’m reading.” After Marty and Sherri went upstairs, I asked Kim, “See anything good in the other suites?” She blushed and said, “Unfortunately no, nothing good tonight.” I took a bold step. “You seemed fascinated by our waiter tonight. You seemed interested in his body. What’s going through that sexy mind of yours?” Again she blushed, and then stammered, “Did you see his eyes? They were gorgeous! Mask eyes, with very expressive eyebrows. They made his whole face seem alive whenever he spoke. I’m enchanted by them. I felt he was looking into my soul. I hope he didn’t read my mind about what I was thinking about doing….” He voice trailed off in thought. “Oh, sorry I didn’t notice. But he seemed to interest you. Did it turn you on? Did it get you into a horny little mood?” I inquired. “Well, maybe a little. I’ve never see such eyes. Every time he spoke they exuded such confidence. I will admit, he was a sexy package. I wouldn’t mind running into him again.” “Well Marty will sure be the recipient of your pent up sexual energy! I envy him.” I said hoping I too would get some action. “Nah” Kim said. “Marty will be asleep by the time I get up to bed. I’m not sure when I’ll get some hot action. I never really thanked you for the other day. I’m sorry I couldn’t reciprocate and…” “Well, maybe an alternative to no action from him? If I can’t help, you can take matter into your own hands so to speak.” I said suggestively, wondering if I would be included later. “Well I’ve got nothing else.” She said without commitment to anything, smiled a devilishly cute grin and headed for the stairs. I watched her sexy stroll across the room and thought how hot she looked with her cute ass and sexy, slender legs. My pants felt a little snug as my cock twinged and chubbed up. After breakfast the next morning, we all changed and headed out. Sherri and I dressed for tennis, Marty with his bathing suit and book headed to the pool with his wine, and Kim in cute pink gym shorts and matching pink sports bra went to the resort gym. I couldn’t help notice the outline as he nipples strained against the fabric. “I wonder if she did anything last night,” Flashed through my mind. Sherri wore a short tan tennis skirt and yellow sport top that nicely showed off her hot little body. During our match, I noticed several of the guys checking her out, especially when she bent from the waist to pick up balls. I wondered if she intentionally bent over like that, with her back to nearby guys, so they got a clear look at her gorgeous ass. I debated telling her about it. Sometimes she gets mad that people are sexually checking her out and or denies it. Other times it leads to hot sex. I opted to try my luck. “Hey Sherri, every time you bend to pick up a ball or stretch, the guy in the blue shirt and the one in the red shorts stops playing and checks you out. Seeing how you turn them on, I should have you play a few sets with them. We’ve always talked about how hot you get when we fantasize about you and a threesome. Now is your chance. They are interested and look to be in good shape. Wanna go for it?” “Oh pleeeze…. What would I have that is of interest to them? There are younger, hotter women here for them.” She shot back. “Sherri, trust me. Men know a hot, sexy woman who can really give a good time. Those other cuties look like stuck up prudes. You’re the sexiest one here. Don’t kid yourself, you want it.” I replied. I didn’t push the issue. I hoped it was enough to kick her kink into overdrive for my benefit later. After our match, Sherri headed to the room and I stopped by the lobby to check out the tour options and arrangements. As I left the lobby, I was walking by the gym. I saw Kim and the waiter from the previous night sitting close together on the weight bench chatting. I stepped back, so they couldn’t see me, but I could see them. She was flirting up a storm with him. She stared at him as he spoke with one of her hands on his thigh. They were both leaning in as they spoke. Clearly this was of interest to me. They seemed to be finishing up their conversation and she leaned in and kissed him. At first it was a peck on the cheek. He followed up with a full on mouth to mouth. As she pulled back from the kiss, he pulled her closer and kissed her. She didn’t resist and eagerly kissed him deeply. When they finally broke, he turned and walked to the men’s locker room. She stood and stared at his well-built body until the door closed behind him. Kim turned to leave and saw me watching her. She looked like a deer in the headlights. She reached out, took my arm and looked me directly in the eye. “Please don’t say anything about this. I’ll explain but you can’t tell anyone. Please.” She said. “What? I stammered. “Please! Don’t let on that you saw anything,” Said Kim. “Ok, it’s our secret, but I want to hear everything.” I said as I patted her arm. Together we walked back to our suite. “Bill, I’m so horny and frustrated. Last night I didn’t sleep. I tried to get Marty hot but he just rolled over and snored. At the gym, I saw Bruce. We chatted a bit and I was mesmerized by his eyes. He is soooo hot. I couldn’t stop talking and flirting. He is so interesting to talk to. One thing led to another and he asked me to join him tomorrow for a hike before he has to work. I told him maybe. If Marty won’t make an effort to satisfy me then….” her voice trailed off. “How will you manage that? What will you tell Marty?” “If I can’t get Marty to go on an excursion with me I’ll tell him I’m going myself. I’ll skip out of the excursion and meet up with Bruce instead.” We got to the room. I was intrigued by Kim and her new, hot wife attitude. Weeks ago, she had never strayed from her marital bed, now she’s chasing a waiter for a little side action. I was getting jealous that she wasn’t directing her sexual energy towards me. Although I was happily married, and getting enough sex at home, I was rejuvenated by Kim and her sexual attention when it was directed to me. Not only was I getting more jealous by the minute, it was making me hornier. My mind raced from eating Kim, to taking Sherri to our room immediately for a quickie and release of my now pent up lust. The afternoon was uneventful. We all lounged around and rested from our morning routines. My pent up lust was getting no relief. Sherri and I looked over the possibilities on the next day’s activities. Kim prodded Marty to go on a different excursion with her. Marty didn’t seem too interested and Kim didn’t seem to push hard. Marty kept talking about relaxing with his drink at the pool and reading. She also didn’t offer to sit at the pool with him. I knew she was setting Marty up so she could join the hike with Bruce. I wondered how far this shy housewife would go. Would she really fuck an almost complete stranger after being so shy and timid in the sexual department? I’ve read about frustrated wives getting the opportunity to try a little side action. You hear that some take off like a canon, having sex wherever and whenever they can. I know frustrated guys who go for side action but never a real female. I read stories of hot wives are all over the internet, but this was real life. My jealousy of Kim for Bruce inside of me was growing exponentially. I felt as if I were being cuckholded, not Marty. What could I do to reclaim my friend’s wife? God, all this thinking was making my cock hard. I needed a release, soon. Kim went to the kitchen, out of sight on Marty and Sherri. I soon joined her. I moved closer to her and whispered, “So, what’s your plan? Are you going to meet Bruce?” Kim got closer and whispered, “I’m so horny and frustrated now, I’d fuck him right here in the kitchen. If Marty stays at the pool, I’ll meet Bruce.” I reached out and gave her a hug and said. “You’ve got me so horny, I’d do anything you say to get into your panties. I cover for you tomorrow. No one will know. Just don’t forget. I want you to share every detail.” As we broke our embrace, she looked me in the eye, and then gave me a peck on the cheek. My hand instinctively caressed her right tit and gave it a loving squeeze. She returned to the living room. Marty never looked up from his book and Sherri was reading the travel brochures. I refilled my drink and joined them. My mind wandered, as jealous as I was, I hoped she would tell me every detail. I loved the way this vacation was going. I was hearing and seeing a friend’s wife transition from shy housewife to a hot-wife having an affair while I was getting great sex from my wife. Outstanding! As the afternoon drifted towards evening, we decided to go back to the pub for dinner. Actually, Kim suggested it and went on how good the food was and she liked the casual atmosphere. We all agreed that would be our destination. We showered and got ready for dinner. Sherri wore a comfortable sundress, Marty and I were equally casual, and Kim on the other hand wore a short dress, a button up blouse and a push-up bra showing a fair amount of cleavage. I think I was the only one who picked up on that. We entered the pub and the hostess immediately approached us and led us to a semi secluded corner booth. It was circular and without much thought, we squeezed into the booth. I was sandwiched between Sherri to my left and Kim to my right. She sat on the outside of the bench seat. Marty was on the other outside sitting to the left of Sherri. You know who the waiter was! Bruce come over and reintroduced himself. Kim, already looking sexy, lit up with a big smile. She never took her eyes off of him as he took everyone’s drink order. Every time Bruce looked at Kim, she would smile, twirl her hair and gaze wantonly at him. Sheri and Marty were busy in conversation and enjoying the atmosphere, they didn’t seem to notice. I did pay attention to Bruce’s facial expressions. Kim was right. There was something about his face that seemed very confident, happy and alive. “Good evening folks, what can I start you off with for drinks?” Bruce asked. As we ordered our drinks, his eyes rarely left Kim. As the night went on, Bruce, like a good waiter, often returned to check on details of our meals, refilled our drinks and otherwise checked to be sure we were satisfied. In reality, it seemed he wanted to make sure Kim was satisfied. Kim also didn’t fail to subtly flirt with Bruce. I noticed that they positioned themselves so she exposed maximum skin; thigh and cleavage to make the front of his pants swell in appreciation. At first Bruce would stand next to Kim and she positioned her legs to the side, allowing her skirt to ride up high. Only Bruce and I could really see this. Then Bruce would move to the other side, closer to Marty to suggest and take the rest of the orders. Kim would part her legs slightly. I’m sure she was showing a little of her panties. I looked at Kim as she flirted with Bruce. Our eyes met and she winked at me. I was getting extremely hot and jealous. How dare she pay attention to him and possibly have an affair with someone other than me! I think she read my mind. Her left leg began to rub slightly against mine. At first, even though I thought it was an accident as she readjusted herself in the seat, I didn’t pull away. She continued to rub her leg against mine, it wasn’t an accident. My cock was stirring. Soon, she adjusted her seat in the booth again. This time her left hand landed squarely on my cock. She gave a squeeze, looked me in the eye and gave me a mischievous smile. I immediately looked at Marty and Sherri, they never noticed. My mind flashed that maybe Sherri was flirting with Marty. Wow, this could evolve into something totally whacked; 5 adults, two women and 3 guys having an orgy! Nah, just a thought. It did bring my cock to full attention as I looked back at Kim. I discreetly reached under the table and brushed my hand up her thigh. Kim gave me a knowing wink. I addition to the flirting, the four of us discussed what activities we wanted to do the next day. There were a few trips away from the resort suggested as well as lounging by the pool and relaxing. Although we didn’t make concrete plans, it seemed that Sherri, Kim and I were more into physical activities while Marty kept pushing to hang out at the pool and read. As the night went on and her subtle flirting with Bruce continued, Kim’s hand would occasionally stroke my inner thigh. As I mentioned, Kim and I hadn’t done anything since the Creampie eating episode but I was looking forward to a rekindling or repeat of it. While this was going on, Kim was very good at keeping conversations with Marty and Sherri on track as she flirted with Bruce and teased me. No one, except Bruce and me were any wiser to her horny behavior. We solidified our plans for the next day. Sherri and I would take one excursion, Marty was adamant about staying at the pool. Kim told us she was going on a different excursion from us. As we finished dinner, we skipped dessert and ordered another round of drinks. Kim excused herself to go to the ladies room. At first I found it strange that Sherri didn’t join her. The restrooms were down the corridor at the far end of the bar. I watched Kim walk away and enjoyed watching her nice legs and cute ass wiggle across the room. I took a sip of my drink and also excused myself to take a leak. As I reached the end of the bar and turned toward the restrooms, I saw Kim talking to Bruce as they exchanged something. As I drew closer, Kim turned and saw me. “My, my, you’re a nosy one.” Kim said with her usually, sly sexy smile. “Is it on with Bruce?” I inquired. “Yep! I’m going to be satisfied one way or another. I can’t take much more of Marty’s low libido Ever since we , uh, shared that morning, all I can do is think about what I’ve been missing. I’ve even read a few things on line about women who get more sexually active as they get older. It seems as a man’s sex drive drops, a woman’s increases. You’ve opened my eyes. I owe you!” With that, Kim returned to our booth. I went to the restroom and then returned to the booth too. All three of them were finishing up. We split the bill and headed back to our suite. We decided on a night cap before going to bed. The girls had wine, Marty and I had a beer. Marty sat in one overstuffed chair and grabbed his book; I sat in the other with my iPad to check email. Sherri sat in one of those fancy swing back chairs and Kim hit the sofa. Sherri and Kim both were going through the literature for the next day’s excursion. Sherri was always planning so reviewing the info made sense. Kim was putting on a show. Only I knew she was going to ditch the excursion and frolic with Bruce. Kim kept glancing out the window. I soon realized she must see some action going on in one of the other suites. Ah my little voyeur; predictable as ever. As we finished our drinks, Sherri said, “Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I’m bushed and heading to bed. What about you Bill?” “I’ll be up in a few. I want to finish answering a few emails from work. Even on holiday, I gotta work to pay the bills.” I answered. I really wanted to get Kim alone for a few minutes. “I’m headed up too.” Added Marty. “Kim, are you going to join me?” “I will soon. I just want to finish reading about tomorrow’s excursion. It sounds really fun and I want to be totally prepared.” Replied Kim. As soon as Kim and I were alone, she hopped off the couch and headed to the window. “Ok, anything interesting.” I asked. “We’ll I saw a guy in that suite over there, on the second floor, undressing. I’m not sure if he was alone. He looked like he was in good shape so…. “Her voice trailed off. “Oh, he isn’t alone. Look there; see the girl with the short blond hair and little black dress. Do you think they’re getting ready to sleep or to have sex?” “My, my, so that’s all that is on your mind lately. I must say, it’s not a bad thing. It’s just a change from the shy, reserved girl I once knew. It’s not too late; I’ll bet they have sex.” “Oooh, I want to see a little action. Want to bet who gets on top first?” She wagered. “Ok, I’ll bet. What shall we wager? I’ll pick her on top first.” I proposed. “Ok, I’ll pick him to take the top. Loser has to give the winner a really good surprise. Are you game? No lame surprise; something creative. Ok?” “You got a deal. She WILL get on top first. So start getting creative.” I chided Kim. So they both came into view. He was down to his boxers; she still had on her LBD. They kissed and groped while standing next to the bed for what seemed like an hour. “We’ll, maybe they’ll just fuck standing up and we’ll both lose.” I said. As soon as the words left my lips, he pulled back, took her by the hand as he sat on the bed. He leaned back, pulling her on top of him and resumed kissing. “I win.” I said. “What’s my prize?” “No fair, he pulled her onto him.” She claimed. “Doesn’t matter, we never stipulated how she would get there, only that she would start on top.” I countered. “What’s my prize?” “We said it’s going to be a surprise. You’ll have to wait until I’m ready to surprise you. Now I have a really big day ahead of me. They will have to fuck without me watching. Too bad, I’d like to watch, but Bruce won’t want a sleepy date tomorrow. Now be a good boy and wait for it.” She leaned in, gave me a tight hug and kissed my cheek. I loved the way she felt against me. She was shorter than Sherri and her tits felt great against my stomach. As she pulled away, my hand swiped across her left breast. I gave her tit a gentle squeeze and guided her back into my arms for another tight embrace. This time I gently lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips. She didn’t pull away. Instead, her mouth opened and her tongue reached out to meet mine. We French kissed for a moment. My cock was growing and then she broke away. “Enough for now.” She said. “You’ll have to wait for your winning surprise.” With that she turned and headed towards the stairs. All I could do was watch her fine looking ass shuffle towards the stairs and a pang of jealousy hit me. Tomorrow, Bruce was going to get to explore her hot little body while Sherri and I would sightsee. Not a good trade in my book. As she climbed the stairs, I followed, not taking my eyes off her tight sexy ass. She turned and went to her room; I went to mine. I quietly entered hoping to find Sherri eagerly waiting to share her carnal pleasures with me. Instead, she was sound asleep, making cute little snoring sounds. I stripped, crawled into bed thinking about the adventure awaiting Kim tomorrow and feeling my jealousy grow. I thought about going to the bathroom and jerking off, but I actually was tired too. The alarm went off at 6:30 am. Sherri was already in the shower as I rolled out of bed. I went to the bathroom hoping to join her for some shower quickie. She finished just as I was getting in. “I’m starved.” She said. “Hurry and let’s get to breakfast. I’ll see if Marty and Kim are ready.” She got dressed and soon came back into the bathroom. “I’m not sure what they’re up to. I called out to them and it took a while for them even to respond. Maybe they slept in. I hope that’s it and they’re not fighting about not doing things together.” After dressing, I joined Sherri in the living room. Marty and Kim soon joined us. They didn’t look like they had a quarrel, in fact, they looked happy. When I was able to get Kim alone I asked if everything was ok. Was she going to still see Bruce? “Yes I’m still going to meet him. But he may be more surprised than he expects. I’ll tell you more later.” “Don’t forget,” I replied, “I’m expecting a surprise from last night. I’m holding you to it!” Kim gave me a sexy, mischievous grin. She looked smoking hot in her tan mini skirt and pink tank top. Marty and Sherri joined us and off to breakfast we went. It was no surprise that Bruce wasn’t waiting on us. I knew he was off till the evening and planning an extramarital romp with Kim. Another pang of jealousy hit as my cock twinged. Breakfast was the usual foods coupled with a light conversation of the plans and expectations for today. Kim still couldn’t convince Marty to join her. I bet she was relieved that he was opting to stay by the pool while she romped with Bruce in a little extramarital excursion. After finishing our breakfast, we headed back to our rooms to prepare for the day’s activities. I was still horny when Sherri and I headed for the bus. Kim gave Marty an extra sensual kiss as she headed to her bus which was parked at the far end of the parking lot, away from ours. I gave her a big smile as I climbed the stairs of my bus. Kim stayed on the sidewalk and gave me a little wave. From what I could see, she then walked on a different path into a tree lined area, out of sight. Sherri and I had a great time seeing the sights of the area. At a few stops, I noticed other guys eyeing her in a lecherous fashion. One time, I commented to her and she turned and saw one of the locals eyeing her. She blushed and then denied that he was really looking at her and if he did, it wasn’t because she was hot. I kept telling her how hot I thought she was and what I’d like to see her doing with some of the guys we saw. She kept saying she wasn’t hot and no one would be turned on by her. She did however snuggle closer to me on the bus and let my hands wonder a little farther than she would normally let me in public. I was still horny from this morning and this did nothing to satisfy my desire. By midafternoon the bus returned to the resort and we returned to our room. “Let’s change and go sit by the pool.” Sherri said. Maybe it was too much sun or dehydration, but in either case I needed a nap. “Sorry Hun, I need a short nap. You change and go. I’ll join you in 20 minutes.” Sherri gave me a mock pouty face and changed into a new, light blue bikini. I heard her leave as I stripped and hopped into bed. About 2 minutes later, I heard the suite door open. “I wonder what she forgot.” Raced through my mind. Then the bedroom door opened, at first I didn’t open my eyes. When I felt movement on the bed, I turned towards her. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Kim. “Hello handsome. Are you too tired for me?” She whispered in a sultry tone. “Uh, no, I mean what?” I stammered. She crawled onto the bed and planted a hot, wet kiss on my lips. I didn’t pull back. I opened my mouth, inviting her tongue to mingle with mine. “Want to claim your winnings from last night’s bet? I have something special for you.” As she said this, she pulled back and removed her top to reveal het beautiful tits encased in a sexy black lace bra. She immediately reached back and unfastened it, letting it drop between us. “What if Sherri or Marty come in? Should we….?” I said as she cut me off. “I saw Marty at the pool with his book and Sherri was joining him with her magazines. We have some time for your winnings. Now lay back with your head against the pillow and relax. “She continued. As she did, she leaned in and placed her right tit near my mouth. I extended my tongue to her nipple. As I did, she unbuttoned her shorts and began to wiggle out of them. She pulled her shorts and panties off as I pulled her close, sucking on her nipple, feeling it harden against my lips. She pulled back slightly and flipped her clothes to the floor. She faced me, lifted her left leg over me to straddle my chest. I looked at her hot body. My cock grew hard. As I looked lower to her full pubic bush, I noticed her matted pubic hair. The smell of sex was strong. I had expected her to fuck Bruce, but I was surprised to have her bust into my room to share it. I was certainly pleasantly surprised. “We’ll, your prize from winning last night is better than you could have expected. After I went to my room last night I was horny and frustrated. I tossed and turned all night. This morning, as I was getting dressed, Marty tossed me on the bed and fucked me good and hard. He came too quickly but emptied several weeks’ worth of his man batter. Then he hopped off leaving me as frustrated as ever. The only saving grace was that I was already planning to meeting Bruce for my own sexcapade. After I saw you get on the bus I hurried to Bruce.” As I listened to her story I shimmied down till my lips were tickled by her curly, matted bush. Unlike the first time I ate her Creampie, her soft curls were now a mass of tangled hair, matted with a large amount of dried cum. The musky scent of a combination of sperm and cunt juice filled my nostrils. It was heavenly. “Bruce took me to a secluded spot with a stream and small waterfall. It was one of the most beautiful sights I could imagine. It was a lush, green forest, beautiful flowers and a small table and chairs. It was so romantic. Bruce opened a bottle of wine and we talked about his time at the resort. He’s been here for 4 years and he found this little paradise that’s rarely visited. As we enjoyed the wine, he leaned in and kissed me. “Kim, you’re beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone like you. I wish we could spend all day here together, but I have to be at work in 2 hours. I was so hot that I almost raped him. As we kissed, he pulled my shirt over my head and ripped off my bra.” As Kim relayed her story, I probed her vulva with my tongue. It was swollen, moist and pink. With her legs spread wide, her pussy lips were parted. Milky cum was flowing from her gash. Her lips were above my mouth. A long string of cum juice flowed from her open cunt. It stretched to my open mouth. I inhaled their scent as it touched my tongue. Kim relayed more of her afternoon excursion. “Bruce wasted no time. As we kissed, his hands squeezed my tits and he pulled on my nipples until I howled with delight. Suddenly, he spun me around and bent me over the table. He lifted my skirt and pulled my panties aside. I reached for his pants but he already had them and his underwear down to his ankles. He rubbed his cock against my pussy. He thought I was wet from excitement. I was really soaked and giving him sloppy seconds. He spread my lips and pushed the head in. Instead of gliding into my waiting cunt, he rammed his swollen cock balls deep into me. I felt his balls slap my clit. He pulled back, almost all the way out and rammed it home again. His cock must have been 7 or 8 inches long, but not too thick. I liked his fast deep thrusts. He continued to pound my cunt. You could hear Marty’s cum squishing every time he buried his Dick in me. I felt Marty’s sperm soaking my bush and run down my legs. He fucked my hard and fast for about 20 strokes. It felt wonderful. Suddenly he grunted and I could feel his cum spurt deep in my cunt. He pumped 5 or 6 loads into me before I sensed his cock begin to shrivel. As it did, it slipped from my hole. He turned me around and kissed me. I was ready for more.” “Thanks Kim, you’re a sexy piece of ass. Unfortunately I have to get to work.” Bruce explained. “I pulled on my bra and shirt then adjusted my panties and skirt. I was sooooo frustrated! I was fucked twice in one day by 2 different guys and I didn’t cum. typical males. All they care about is having their dick cum. As soon as they splash their jism, they’re done. We rushed back to the resort and he went to work.” I tasted a mixture of her juices and his cum, no the cum of both Marty and Bruce. It may sound gay, but eating their cum out of Kim’s drenched pussy is the hottest sex I’ve had. Precum leaked from my swollen dick as I eagerly lapped their spunk. At first I dabbed my tongue in the cum on the hood of her clit. Then I began to lap at the lips of her pussy. I pushed the wet hairs from her lips as I traced her cunt lips from her clit to her perineum and back. Kim let out a soft moan. More cum leaked from her. I sucked it into my mouth, and then pushed my tongue into her open pussy. More juice flowed into my mouth. It was amazing! I turned my attention back to her clit. I was going to bring her to orgasm, her 1st of the day. It was my mission. I pushed the hood up and wrapped my lips around her swollen nub. I sucked her clit and squeezed her ass as I was pinned to the bed. Kim gripped the headboard of the bed and found her cunt into my face. She began to rock back and forth; the bed creaked. Her breathing became jagged, her moaning got louder. Kim bore down on my face with all her weight, I could barely breath. I sensed her orgasm approach then suddenly she cried, “Oh, oh oh god I’m cumming. Suck my clit, eat the cum from my cunt. Eat me you dirty cum eating boy. Eat me Bill.” She stopped rocking and gasped for air. I slowed my licking and sucking until I was licking lightly. She leaned back, pulling her pussy from my mouth. I liked cum from my lips. More precum leaked from my swollen cock. It ached for her attention. “Oh Bill, thank you. I needed to cum so badly. You really know what a girl likes. I envy Sherri. You sure know your way around a pussy, and that tongue of yours is fantastic.” She turned and looked at my cock. With her finger she swiped precum from the tip and head and licked her finger clean. “You taste good too.” Just then her phone buzzed. It was Marty looking for her. He and Sherri were heading back to the room and wanted to shower and get ready for dinner. “Sorry Bill, you’re the one who must be frustrated now. I know I owe you the same pleasure you’ve given me, but it has to wait. We can’t afford to get caught.” She hopped off me, grabbed her clothes and started for the door. She stopped suddenly, turned and came back to give me a long, deep kiss. “Mmmm cum tastes good on you. Thank you for getting me off. I owe you a lot more.” With that she headed to her room. My face was coated in cum. I couldn’t let Sherri see me like this. I jumped from the bed and raced to the shower. I was just in time. I heard Sherri and Marty enter the suite as I started the shower. I hoped Kim was cleaning up too. As I lathered up, Sherri entered the bathroom. “Room for two?” She asked as she pulled to door open and joined me. We lathered each other up. She noticed my cock was still slightly hard. “My my, what’s got into him?” She asked as she lathered my cock up. “We’ll, I’ve wanted for fuck you since early this morning. You’ve had me hot, horny and bothered all day.” I blurted. “Sorry honey, but we have to hurry and meet Marty and Kim for dinner. I’ll make it up to you after.” Was all she said. End of Chapter 2. Please rate this story, leave a comment and check back for chapter 3.

Pt 10 Over the next four days our parents ran us ragged. Venice is beautiful, there is no doubt. It certainly doesn’t disappoint in any way except the heat. Fuck all, that place gets hot, and that’s saying something from someone who called Oklahoma home for 18 years. Each day we would venture out on a family outing. We would return late afternoons to the smell of Mia making something heavenly. Then it was showers, dinner, and usually some cheesy Italian TV until bed. We slept with the large veranda windows open, and the big ceiling fan turned all the way up. Even then, it got to be toasty in our room. Our parents’ room had air conditioning, as well as the common area with the tv, but the latter afforded us no privacy. As Mia cleaned our room and made beds each day, we made an effort to use both beds as to not raise suspicion. Em and I hadn’t fooled around at all since that first day in Italy. We were both exhausted after our intense day trips. The following day Dad informed us that he and mom would be spending the night in the hotel room where the spent their honeymoon. One night back in the suite where day gleefully informed me I was “made”. Classy. We were handed a bundle of cash and told that the city, and the house, were all ours. Dad said we’d have to fetch dinner too as Mia asked for a night off. By 10am the parents were off. We waved goodbye from the 4th floor porch as the chugged up the canal. As soon as they were out of sight Em grabbed my ass through my shorts. “Know what I wanna do first?” She teased? “Probably the same thing I want to do too. Get in the air conditioning.” We both laughed. Em took my hand, and we went down to the lower floor and entered our parents’ room. It was close to 30 degrees cooler. We both let out sighs. Em walked to the large bed, her finger lightly touching the thin fabric that hung from each of the four posts. I closed the bedroom doors and made my way up behind her. I pressed my crotch into her rear and slid my arms around her. From behind I was able to kiss and nibble her ear and neck. I moved one hand under her thin blouse and up to a bare breast. Her nipple was hard, and I pinched it and rolled it between my fingers. My other hand traced a path down her stomach to the waistband of her shorts. I unbuttoned them and she shook her hips and allowed them to fall to the floor. My kisses were having the desired affect as my hand found her panty clad vag and it was already moist. Her thin panties pushed to the side; I entered my sister with a pair of fingers. She tensed for a second until her juices lubed my dry digits and allowed them to slide with less friction. “I almost couldn’t wait any longer,” I groaned into her ear. She responded by pushing her rear back into me harder and grinding her bare ass cheeks against my pants. “Take your pants off. Let me see it” Em was not asking. I released her from my grip and stripped away my clothes. Em unbuttoned her blouse and opened it wide to reveal her beautiful breasts. She shrugged her shoulders and the dainty fabric fluttered to the floor. I moved to her and took her in my arms kissing her soft lips. My hands grabbed her ass and pulled her cheeks wide apart. My cock, now rock hard, slipped between her thighs, which she clamped snugly to hold my meat in place. “Em, I want to fuck you so badly,” I begged. I could feel her warmth on my manhood. “Please.” I moved my kisses to her neck. I nibbled her ear lobe. She responded by placing one small hand around the still exposed shaft of my dick and stroking it quickly. “Mmmmm,” I moaned, “Oh yeah sis that feels good!” “IF,” she started, still jerking me feverishly, “IF you were to enter me right now, all I’d get is a triple double. Three pumps and two apologies. You’re horny as hell. I read in Cosmo on the flight over here that men last longer after they’ve cum once. So here’s the deal stud. IF I decide you get to be my first, you have to last long enough for me to enjoy it. AND you have to treat me like a lady beforehand.” My balls were churning and just the thought of being able to have actual sex with my little sister was getting me dangerously close. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything.” I pleaded. “I’ll explain after, right now just enjoy the moment.” She pushed me back to the bed and onto my back. My petite sister climbed onto the bed and straddled me. She hovered her pussy just above my glistening cockhead. I watched in awe as she lowered herself to the point where my cock just touched her pussy lips. When I raised my hips up, she put her hands on my pelvis and pushed me back down. Once I was back flush to the bed, she took one hand and started stroking me, and the other played with her pussy. Occasionally she’d lower herself enough to slide my helmet between her lips to collect some lube. The feeling was sensational. I put my hands behind my head to prop it up and watch the show. Em’s eyes were closed, and she was coated in a light sweat after only a few minutes of pleasuring us. As I would get close and flex my abs, she would slow her pace, or release me all together, but she never stopped massaging her clit. “Oh Em I’m gunna cum,” I whispered. I never wanted this feeling to end but I knew it was close to. She dipped her hips down again, allowing the tip to slip in just a little. Back off it she went for two strokes, then back down onto me. I could see almost my whole deep red head disappear into her folds. She used her hand to rub my head against her clit in small circles. This triggered her orgasm. Her grip on me tightened. Her pace increased. I felt my balls clench tightly and then I saw stars. My cock exploded. Days of pent-up semen gushed from me all over my sisters pussy and down to my pelvis. She slapped my dick against her a few times as we were both coming down from our much-needed orgasms. Em flopped on top of me. Her warm and sweaty body both surprising me and sticking to my dryer skin. She was out of breath. I held her tightly and planted small kisses on her face but neither of us spoke. It was a perfect moment. Our bodies were intertwined, with our mutual fluids mixing together and causing a mess. Eventually we got up and threw our clothes back on. Em’s blonde hair was a tussled mess, but she still looked great. I showered in the parents’ room while Em showered upstairs. When I returned to our room, I sat on the bed in just a large towel that was wrapped around my waist. It felt too hot to dress at the moment and I let the circulating air try to dry my skin. Em emerged from the bathroom shortly after. She stepped into the room completely nude. We both smiled and she walked past me to the large closet. She opened the door and inside was a full-length mirror. I couldn’t take my eyes off her amazing body. As she thumbed through her outfits that were hanging up, she would occasionally look into the mirror and smile at me as I just stared at her. Once she ***********ed a white sundress with floral print on it, she slipped on a pair of white thongs and slid the dress over her head. “No Bra?”I enquired. “No. It’s too hot.” “Very hot,” I retorted. We both laughed. “What should I wear?” “Well,” Em said. “I want this to be a special day. A date if you will. So, I want you to look as good as I do.” As she said that she made a full spin and her sundress lifted just high enough for me to catch a glimpse of her panties and ass cheeks. “Look as good as you? Not possible Em. You are gorgeous.” She really was. She pulled her hair back and up, so it was off her neck. Her dress had a low, but not revealing neckline. She looked elegant yet sexy. I stood and dropped my towel; I was semi erect after watching her dress. Em noticed and raised an eyebrow? “Is that from me?” she asked. “Always” I replied. I went to my closet that was across the room and by my bed. I slipped on some black boxer briefs and socks. As I was searching my wardrobe Em came over to me and sorted through my clothes with me. Most of the stuff I brought was not fancy at all. She slightly pushed me out of the way and kept digging. Eventually she found me an outfit of dark shorts, and a light tan shirt. I dressed while she watched me. We had become so comfortable around each other that dressing in front of her felt normal now. By the time we left the house it was late morning. We walked awhile until we came to some shops my sister wanted to go through. For an hour she bounced from store to store but ended up buying nothing. After the shops there was a bridge, we took over a canal and into another small plaza with shops there as well. I noticed a café with outdoor seating and umbrellas, and we decided to grab a snack. We ordered and sat people watching for a bit. The shade felt good as the hottest part of the day approached. Em spotted a shop with dresses, and I gave her most of the Euros dad gave us so she could buy something nice. I stayed in the shade sipping my drink. Later she returned with shopping bags and wearing a wide brimmed hat and sunglasses. She had obviously been enjoying her shopping time. We gathered everything and went back to our place. We unpacked her stuff and watched some TV while we cooled off. It got to be late afternoon and we were both getting hungry. We had yet to venture east toward the Grand Canal area. We were told it would be full of tourists and overpriced shops, but that would also have the most places to eat a nice dinner. As we walked along one of the smaller canals Em grabbed my hand and held it. From a distance we looked like any other couple. We made small talk and stopped a few different spots to take in scenery or explore a small shop. Each time we got back on the path she would take my hand. It was a small, but intimate gesture. I felt more connected to her than ever. When we got to the main plaza, we both were shocked by its size, and how crowded it was. There must have been thousands of people. They were everywhere. Every place that served food had a line waiting to be seated. As it was close to 6pm now I did expect a crowd, but this was insane. “What should we do?” Em asked me. “It’s so crowded.” “Well, I guess we keep walking, maybe head away from all the popular places?” We saw a tourist map on the wall by a shop. I traced my finger to where we were, and then scanned around there for something off the beaten path. Restaurants were marked with red dots, and just a few blocks away there was a cluster of them. “Let’s try here.” I pointed. Em nodded in agreement, took my hand, and pulled me toward our destination. Once out of the main plaza area it immediately got quieter. A block away and it was almost silence between the buildings. We could smell dinners being made and hear laughter as we passed the small apartments with their open windows. Soon we cam to the small intersection of 2 canals that had 4 spanned bridges. Off the corner of one of them sat a fancier looking eatery that had indoor seats as well as a patio area. We stopped there and after a brief wait were seated on the back patio by a small fountain. Our waiter was a joy. He spoke English and was very friendly. He referred to us several times as a couple and we went with it. He brought us the house wine even though we clearly weren’t old enough. When he set it down and I gave him a curious look he said, “Old enough to be in love, old enough for the house wine, eh?” “Is it that obvious?’ I asked Em when he had gone. “Yeah, I guess. You’ve been grinning at me the entire time.” She laughed. “I guess I can’t help it. You are beautiful. And I want to remember our first date.” Her face lit up when I said that. “I’ve never been on a proper date before. I hope I do ok.” She flashed her large smile. We continued small talk as dinner came and went. We both drank 2 glasses of wine with dinner. I could feel the heavy red liquid messing with my head. I decided not to have any more but poured Em another. “Are you trying to get me drunk Keith?” Her cheeks were red, and I figured with how small she was she may be already. “No just wanted you to enjoy all this. It’s been a great day, and maybe it will be a great night, who knows.” “You don’t need to get me drunk to find out.” She winked at me, and I got a lump in my throat. I motioned for the waiter, and we got the check and left. The walk back was slower. We stopped a lot to look over the bridges or sneak a kiss by a fountain or shop. Soon we were back at the house. It was close to dark and as we made our way inside. We entered the second floor and could feel the cooler air. The temp outside was still close to 90 but the second floor felt like heaven. I kicked my shoes off by the door and turned around to check on Em. On the floor, by the stairs to the third level, her dress was laying on the ground. I pulled off my shirt and dropped it next to her sundress and made my way upstairs. At the third floor landing the double door to our parents’ room was opened slightly and the light was pouring out into the darkening hallway. I entered and Em was standing there, her back against the bed post, legs slightly crossed and completely naked. Her tiny panties were in her hand. I started toward her, but she raised her hand. “This all started because you were obsessed with my panties.” Her face was glowing, and she smiled wide. “So, you get to keep these. A reward for being a gentleman on our first date.” She flung them at me and I snatched them out of the air, and put them to my nose to smell her scent. “Now I want to give you something else as a reward.” She uncrossed her legs. My eyes fell to her bare pussy. She walked toward me and with both hands she undid my belt, and in a single motion pulled my shorts and boxers down. One we were both completely naked, she grabbed my hardening penis, and led me like a dog on a leash to the bed. Once there she laid down and I slid next to her. We started kissing while my hand instinctively went right to her pussy. I found her willing opening and started slowly working my fingers around it. Em played with my balls lightly. She rubbed them and then would tug a little, then go back to rubbing in circles. I was surprised how quickly Em became excited. Very quickly her sex became hot and wet. I buried my two fingers into her easily. She had loosened up some since we first started our fooling around. I wondered if my dick would fit. Em broke our kiss, she slid down my body until her mouth hovered over my cock. She took me into her mouth, gently at first, and started sucking me off. Her head moved about until my entire shaft was covered in slippery saliva. The she moved back up next to me, and rolled onto her back, legs spread slightly. I moved down between her thighs and rolled myself onto her. I scooted forward a little on my knees until my cock head was placed at the entrance to her warm, waiting pussy. “I love you.” I said. “I love you too big brother. Be gentle please?” she responded. I focused my eyes on her pussy. With my hand I spread her lips apart slightly and heard her inhale. I rubbed the head along the length of her pussy, scooping up some of her pussy juices to mix with her spit already on my cock. As I bumped her sensitive clit she jumped, then giggled a little. I continued a few more passes up and down. Finally, on a down slide, I stopped at her hole. I looked my little sister in the eyes and she just nodded, biting her lower lips slightly. With little effort I slipped my head into her. I had done this once before and the feeling was just as amazing. Without even trying my cockhead slipped into her. As I pushed a little, I could feel the tunnel narrowing. After two inches it got tight. I pulled back out to my tip, then slid myself back in, going just a fraction of an inch further than before. “Ohhhhh….” Em moaned. “Oh that feels so big!” Her words made me feel like a God. I continued the in and out, slowly, working into her. “It’s not all going to fit sis,” I said, half complaining. “You are so fucking tight now and I’m not halfway.” “Please, just keep going. It hurts but in a good way.” She moved a hand to her pussy and used her middle finger to massage her clit. I hooked my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs up higher in the air, and more back towards her head a little. This seemed to open her up some. My next dozen stroked I managed to get halfway into her. Suddenly she made some grunting noises. “Yes, oh yes, fuck, cumming!” She yelled. I held steady in place. I felt her vaginal walls spasm around my cock it felt wonderful. Her legs wrapped tight around my mid section as she rode wave after wave of her intense orgasm. “Ohh shit that felt great. Holy fuck!” She exclaimed. As she relaxed a bit a continued my push into her, It was slightly easier now. After about a dozen shorter strokes, I was almost all the way in her. She felt amazing. The softness and warmth I felt engulfing my cock was unparalleled. “Oh God I feel so full” Em blurted out. I had maybe an inch left that I just couldn’t get into her. I pulled all the way out, then pushed back in with more force. Em grunted as I filled her with my cock. I was in. I pulled back out and went all the way in again. “Yeah Keith, fuck me.” She begged. I picked up a rhythm. Slowly at first a few full strokes in and out the I moved a little faster. The quicker the pace, the better it felt for me. I knew I couldn’t last. I stopped and repositioned her hips, putting her feet behind my head. With this new angle I was able to fuck my baby sister proper. I slid in and out at a decent pace, her pussy gripping me tightly the entire time. I few times I bottomed out and she grunted in pain, so I tried to avoid being to rough. Her tits jiggled as she rocked back and forth to the rhythm of my hips. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open as she moaned aloud. I let out my own series of grunts as I worked toward my climax. “Gunn cum soon.” I said as I was gasping for breath. I had worked up a sweat by now too. “Em baby, gunna…oh gunna cum”. I held a steady rhythm in and out of her. “Same!” she yelled, and that only pushed me closer to the edge. She moved her feet from behind my head and spread her legs wide. Her hand went back to her now enflamed love button. With her legs spread so wide I was easily able to get in and out of her with a quicker tempo. My hands rested on the backs of her thighs, and as I pushed on them her legs spread even wider. We were fucking hard now and making a slopping wet suction sound with each thrust. Suddenly I pushed into her as deep as I could, and my body went rigid and my balls exploded and I shot load after load of hot cum into her womb. Em screamed in ecstasy as she herself reached another orgasm and together we came hard. I slid myself out a few inches and her hand met my still hard shaft, and she stroked me while I was still inside of her, milking the last drops of cum I had left in me, into her. Finally my deflated penis slid from her with a plop. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I became concerned thinking I’d hurt her. “Are you ok?” I asked. “I’m surprised I can even walk,” She shouted from the master bath, “But I have to pee so badly, and your cum is just pouring out of me too. Better to keep it of their bed.” She was right. I laid back all sweaty and exhausted from my first fuck. When my sister was done cleaning herself, she joined me on the bed. We kissed for several minutes. “That was the best date I’ve ever had,” I said jokingly. “Just wait for our second date.” My sister replied. “Now I know what it feels like to be fucked, and I don’t want to stop.”

So this man asked me out by Vanessa Evans Part 6 We continued walking and came to the place where we’d got off the tour bus and waited for the next one. When it arrived John got on first and led me up the stairs. We’d been stood in front of some Japanese tourists and they followed us up the stairs. I couldn’t see what was stopping John from leaving the stairs but I was stood behind and below him for a few seconds and I was sure that I heard a camera shutter a few times and I wondered if the Japanese man behind me was taking photographs of my butt and pussy from behind and below me and I felt a little wet rush in my pussy as I waited for John to move. The rest of the day was taken up getting off the bus to look at an attraction then getting on another tour bus to move on. I’m sure that some people must have seem my butt, pussy and tits as I moved around but I wasn’t paying any attention to other people, just John who kept holding my hand or putting his arm around me. I think the latter was a show of affection but it could just have been that he wanted to raise the hem of my dress a little. When the tour bus got back to our starting point we got off and walked back to the hotel where John took my dress off me in the lift and I had to walk along the corridor to our room wondering is anyone would come out of their room and see me. They didn’t. John told me that we had a couple of hours before we had to go out for the evening so he ordered some snacks and coffee from room service and I volunteered to let them in when they arrived. I was naked, not having bothered to put anything on when we got to the room. We were looking out of the window, John stood beside and behind me and holding one of my tits when the doorbell rang and the guy brought the tray in acting like I was fully dressed. John later told me that those guys must see naked girls all the time so seeing me was no big deal for him. When it came time to get ready to go out I asked John which dress I should wear and he chose one of my ankle length ones. “Going somewhere posh are we?” I asked. “The theatre then to a restaurant.” John replied. “I’ve never been to the theatre before.” “Well I want to show you off to all the snobby theatre goers.” “It’s not only snoots people that go to the theatre in London is it John?” “No, but there will be a few and I want them to see you in that dress.” I got ready then put the dress on and was instantly reminded that anyone who looked at me would be able to tell that I had nothing on under it. It’s backless and the front goes from spaghetti straps round my neck that taper out to triangles that barely cover my tits then they keep going down getting a little wider until they meet at the very narrow waistband. I wasn’t wearing a necklace but I was wearing my heavier nipples chain, it being visible between my tits and it being obvious to where it was attached. The skirt part consists of two strips of material that go from my waist to my ankles. The rear panel is by far the widest going right round each side to just in front of my hips. The front panel is just wide enough to meet the rear panel at the waistband and has a huge split in the front going from my ankles to my pubis. When I stand sill I look just about covered but when I walk my legs are exposed right up to my pubis. And as for the thickness and weight of the fabric I was amazed at the technology to make fabric so thin, light and sheer. I could clearly see both the shape and colour of my nipples, areolae, the piercings and the chain that joined my two nipples.. “This is going to be fun.” I said when I looked in the mirror. I turned and saw that John was putting a suit and bow-tie on. He looked very smart. As we were walking along the corridor I said, “John, I feel like I’ve got nothing on.” “Good, you look great Jade, you make me feel really proud.” “And I love you too. Do you think that we’ll have a problem with me like this?” “No, I don’t see why, it’s not like we’re going to be fucking in the theatre but there are some places in London where we could fuck on a stage, do you fancy going to one of those?” “You mean you and me fucking on a stage with lots of people watching us?” “Yeah. That would be really cool wouldn’t it?” “I’m not so sure about that, it’s one thing people seeing all of me but seeing me fuck you, I’ll have to think about that.” “We could start small with you masturbating with people watching.” “I could do that.” “I was hoping that you’d say that because I’ve got plans for you after you’ve had your remodelling done.” “I’m trying not to think about that, I mean I want it doing but I don’t want all the pain.” “Hey, you won’t feel a thing until the anaesthetic has worn off, then we’ll keep on top of it with paracetamol, you’ll be fine, trust me.” “I do, that’s why I’m here.” Walking out to the taxi really did make me feel naked, there was a slight breeze and the dress was blowing all over the place and in the taxi John’s hand played with my clit getting me to the point where I would have happily got out of the taxi totally naked. In the theatre I saw quite a few people looking at me and John said that all the women looking were jealous of me and the men looking were wondering what it would be like to fuck my brains out. I’ve never been a great fan of theatrical productions but this show was okay although it helped that John had his hand between my legs a lot of the time, me happy that I’d stuffed a few tissues between my pussy and the dress to absorb what I knew would be leaking out of me. I felt good as we left the theatre and if the street lights had been much brighter I’m sure that anyone walking towards us would have been able to see my slit as the wisps of thin, light fabric floated behind me as we walked to another very nice looking restaurant. A large doorman opened the door for us and we were met by the maître d' who I could see was looking at my chest. I wondered if the top of the dress had slid off one of my tits and I hadn’t noticed because the fabric was so light and thin but I didn’t look down. If a tit as showing then it was showing. When we got to our table I did two things, firstly I asked the maître d' of another napkin not telling him that I wanted to put it under my leaking pussy, and secondly I checked my chest and saw neither tit had escaped but the cooler air outside had made my nipples very hard and the little tents were as big as I’d ever seen them. The meal was just as good as the one the previous night except that I didn’t have a vibrator inside me for John to play with although I did see the wine waiter looking down at my bare pubis and the front of my slit when he was topping up my drink. The taxi ride back to the hotel was uneventful but the hotel doorman must have seen my slit as I walked into the hotel with the dress floating behind me. It was another night of unbridled passion with the curtains open and the lights on with me just wondering if anyone was watching us. ***** I made good use of Johns morning woody by riding him until he woke up and he easily made me promise to do that to him every time that I woke before he did. It was another room service breakfast with the naked me opening the door to the guy in. After a quick glance the guy ignored my nudity and as we ate John and I discussed the guys lack of interest in my naked body. We both came up with lots of suggestions including one where John suggested that there were hidden cameras in each room and that the staff were monitoring them all the time so they must have seen thousands of naked women. John cringed at the thought of seeing a naked eighty year old woman. That conversation made me remember that John had said that we could make some home made porn movies for uploading onto porn sites. When I mentioned it to him he said that getting a good camera had now moved to the top of his list of things to do that day. Well not quite the top of the list, number two but as he’d already done number one, fucking me, it could be said that it was the top of the list. I chose another semi-sheer, ultra short dress to wear that day. Apart from getting the camera there was nothing planned and it was to be a lazy day wandering around and just doing whatever came into our heads. Because John wanted a camera we decided to take a taxi to Oxford Street again. I knew that anyone behind me would be able to see my bare butt when I got into the taxi but I didn’t care. John again had his hand between my legs teasing my clit throughout the short journey and I again wondered if London taxis had cameras in the back. It didn’t take long to find a camera shop and John spent ages looking at different cameras and discussing the pros and cons of each one with the salesman, he really sounded like he knew what he was talking about. A couple of times I saw him pointing a camera at me and each time that I did I stuck my tongue out at him doubting that there was a memory card in the camera. When we finally left the shop John was happy with his new camera, telling me that he couldn’t wait to start photographing me. We wandered along lots of street just looking at everything. We both decided that we wouldn’t like to live in central London. We came across a coffee shop and got one each, to go, and kept walking. When we got to the National Gallery we climbed the steps not intending to go in, just to have a better view out over the surrounding area. We sat near the top of the steps and were talking about what we could see when John said that he had an idea. He got out his new camera and went down to the bottom of the steps to take some photos of me as I sat with my feet on the step below me. It was only after he’d taken a couple and he put his hands together then opened them into a ‘V’ shape that I realised that he was taking upskirt photos of me and when I looked down I realised that all of my pussy was on display from the right angle and even straight up the steps. He wanted me to open my legs some more so I decided to play a bit of a game on him, moving my feet to different positions and opening and closing my knees while he tried to get the best shot of my pussy. I had been concentrating on teasing John and not paying any attention to the other people around when I realised that there was another man with a camera stood next to John and taking photos of me as well, and he was talking to John. I wondered if they were talking about me exposing myself. It had been accidental at first but once I realised it was actually quite a turn on. Whilst still teasing John, and the other man, I looked at the other people sat on the steps and saw that a couple of young men were also looking up at my pussy. That imaginary itch close to my clit suddenly started so I just had to scratch it just to tease my voyeurs some more. All in all I had a good five or so minutes before John came back and sat next to me, me leaving my knees and feet slightly apart to give that ‘accidental’, not knowing display for any more voyeurs. As we scrolled through the photos on the camera’s screen I could clearly see my lips. John was looking as well and when he saw the first shot that was showing my lips he zoomed in on them and said, “Those will be gone by this time tomorrow, it’s a good job that I got the camera today so I can have the before and after images.” “Yes,” I replied, “I wonder what I will look like.” “Like you did when you were about ten years younger.” John replied. “I think that I’ll like that, I never have got used to my flaps and I always thought that when my pussy got all meaty it was just fat and that I was eating too much.” “Well, not that you need to loose any weight but you’re going to loose a bit tomorrow.” “I hope that it heals up quickly I’ll be getting real withdrawal symptoms without your cock fucking me.” “It won’t be for that long but I’ll still be able to fuck your face.” “Good.” We finished looking through the photos that John had taken, and our coffees then got to our feet and went down to the footpath. As I went down I looked at the people that I had seen looking up at my pussy. One was smiling and still looking at me and another actually blushed when we made eye contact. I smiled at him. From there we wandered some more and came across the Hard Rock Cafe. “I’ve always wondered what these places were like.” John said, let’s go and see and have some lunch.” We did and although the food was good John wasn’t that impressed, “Doesn’t live up to all the hype.” He said. From there we went just down the road a little to Hyde Park to get away from all the noise for a short while. I didn’t realise that it was so big. We went for a ride on the SolarShuttle and in my ultra short dress with me not crossing my legs I was sure that the men sitting opposite me could see my slit and bald pubis but I didn’t care, I was enjoying the relatively quietness as we glided across the Serpentine Lake with John holding my hand. When we’d sat down I half expected him to put his arm round my shoulders and for his hand to reach down and hold one of my tits but for some reason he didn’t, maybe it was because of the kids that were on the boat. After the boat trip John decided that it would be nice to lay on the grass and just enjoy the sun for a while. He picked a nice looking area of grass close to a busy path and I lay down with my feet pointing towards the path. At first John lay beside me and we just talked and enjoyed the sun. After a while John got up onto his elbows to look around and a minute later he said, “Jade, you do realise that with your legs not crossed and in that dress people can see your pussy?” “I hadn’t really thought about it but I guess that you’re right, do you think that many people walking by saw it?” “I have no idea.” “Shall I open my legs a bit more?” “If you want, but not too far or else people will realise that you are doing it on purpose.” “Hmm, yes, I guess that in a place like this I don’t want it to be anything other than an accident, although the sun does feel nice on my pussy.” “As much as I would like you to be completely naked right now I’m sure that we wouldn’t get away with it for long. Some miserable person is bound to phone the police. But think, with you needing to take it easy for a week or two you can lay on a lounger out the back of the house and enjoy the sun there.” “That’s if it doesn’t rain, you know what English weather is like.” “I’ve ordered two week of glorious sunshine just for you Jade. Hey, do you fancy an ice cream? I’m sure that they sold them at that cafe back there.” “That would be nice, then we could come back here and lay out again.” “No, you stay there Jade, I’ll go and get them.” As I lay there on my own I thought about how lucky I was, how my life had changed from having just a boring job, living on my own and masturbating every few days, to having a well paid job that so far has involved doing nothing, to living in an amazing house, to having a boyfriend that fucks me on average four times every day and to becoming an exhibitionist, nudist nymphomaniac who wants John’s cock inside me all the time. Life couldn’t get any better. I heard what sounded like at least a couple of young men talking but I didn’t open my eyes to look. The voices got louder and I started to be able to understand what they were saying and they were talking about me. They were talking about my pussy and what they would like to do with it which was making my pussy get all wet, something that one of the young men commented on. Then they went all quiet so after a few seconds I opened my eyes and got up onto my elbows and saw the three young men quickly walking away. Then I saw John approaching me from the other side. Just to tease him a little I opened my legs quite wide until he arrived right next to me. “Touting for business you little tart.” John said, “how much do you charge?” I looked up at him and replied. “For just one ice cream YOU can do whatever you want to my body for the next one hundred years.” “That’s a deal young lady, here’s your ice cream and when you’ve finished that I have a hotel room where I can take you and fuck your brains out.” “That’s a good deal sir, I’ll have finished my ice cream in about five minutes then I’m all yours to do whatever you want with my body.” John smiled and sat next to me. “So did you enjoy those young men looking at your pussy Jade?” “I didn’t know that they were at first. It was only when one of them told his mates to look at my wet pussy that I realised, then I got wetter.” “It must be nice being a girl and having most of the opposite sex lusting after your body.” “Well I’m certainly not complaining.” “You know that you could use your charms and naked body to get whatever you want don’t you?” “I do now but I’ve already got everything that I would ever want sat right next to me.” “You know how to say the right things as well young lady, come on, let’s get back to the hotel for a bit of fun then let’s eat in the hotel restaurant tonight. Then it will be an early night, we have to be at the surgeon place at 9 a.m. “Don’t remind me. I’m still nervous about it.” “A week from now you will be looking at yourself in a mirror and loving what you see, I know that I will.” We did just what John said and no one in the hotel restaurant batted an eyelid at my semi-see-through dress, nor the pink antenna sticking out below the hem. John teased me throughout the meal and I’m sure that the waiters must have thought that I was an escaped mental patient. But John was making me edge over and over. Even when he did take me over the top he started all over gain. I saw quite a few people come into the restaurant after us and leave before us. Again my dress was off as soon as we got into the lift and I forgot all about the next day until after John had woken me with his cock sliding in and out of me and me cumming then relaxing. ***** The plan was to take a taxi to Harley Street, get the business done, then a taxi back to the hotel to get the car to drive home. As we arrived so did two other women, one on her own and the other with a male partner and I wondered how many procedures the surgeon got through each day, how many pussies he changed the appearance of. The receptionist was the first to make me relax by offering us a coffee and telling me that the surgeon had done thousands of similar procedures and he had never had one complaint. I had this stupid vision of a huge pile of cut off women’s labia minora and men fighting to get to play with them. We were shown into a little waiting room then a couple of minutes later we were led into the surgeon’s consulting room. The surgeon was a really nice, friendly guy old enough to be my father. After a bit of friendly small talk he got down to business, “Okay Ms Peterson, I’ve got you down for a Labiaplasty, a Hoodectomy and a Monsplasty procedure is that correct?” John interrupted and saying, “Would it also be possible to fit a Hormonal IUD as well?” “That’s quite possible but I need to hear consent from Ms Peterson, I also need her to sign consent forms. Are those the procedure that you want me to perform Ms Peterson?” “They might be if I knew what they are, could you explain each one in layman’s language please?” “Of course, a Labiaplasty is surgery to reduce the size of the labia minora, I need to know how much of it you want removing.” “All of it.” I replied. “Okay, a Hoodectomy is clitoral hood reduction surgery, how much would you want removed?” “I want my clit to be visible all the time.” “That can be done but I have to warn you that having your clitoris exposed all the time can lead to you being constantly sexually aroused.” “That is what I want.” “Fair enough, Monsplasty is a surgical procedure that removes excessive fatty tissue and sagging skin from your mons pubis and labia majora, is that what you want?” “Yes, I hate being able to grab hands full of fatty flab on my pubis and my lips, I want them back to where they were ten years ago.” “This procedure doesn’t normally include the labia majora but there is no reason why it can’t be doe, if that is what you want?” “It is.” “Okay finally a Hormonal IUD is a little contraceptive device fitted in your uterus. Most women don’t feel it and often forget that it’s there. The type that I would recommend is an effective contraceptive for around ten years then it must be removed and if desired, another one fitted. There is however one probable side effect that you may or my not like. The majority of woman with one fitted stop getting periods, If that were to happen would that be a problem for you Jade?” “Would they start again and would I still be able to get pregnant when it was removed?” “Absolutely Jade.” I looked over to John and said, “No I’m not wanting to get pregnant, we’ll discuss it when the IUD needs replacing.” John smiled. “So Ms Peterson, are those the procedures that you require?” “Yes they are.” “Good, only one more thing to discuss and that is anesthesia, you have a choice of either local or general, most women opt for local, the advantage being that you are able to leave much quicker.” I looked at John then said, “Well if most women opt for local then I will as well.” “Excellent, before we start I need to give you a full gynaecological examination to make sure that you are healthy and suitable for these procedures. Can I ask you to go behind the screen over there, remove all your clothes and put them in the basket, you can put on the medical gown if you want then come and climb on the examination table. Do you want your partner to leave now, we have a waiting room?” “Can John stay with me please?” “Sure, but not in the operating room.” I did go behind the screen and removed my dress and shoes but I didn’t bother with the gown. I didn’t see the point because the man was going to see, and get his hands on, all the good parts of my body very soon and seconds later I was waiting to be examined. The surgeon gave me an examination very similar to when I went to my GP to ask to go on the pill except at the end of it the surgeon played with my clit making me have an orgasm. As he was doing that he said, “I just need to make sure that everything is functioning normally before I start the procedures.” I looked at John as my orgasm was receding and saw that he was smiling and I thought, “John likes seeing other people making me cum doesn’t he?” As I recovered from my high I said, “So do I function normally?” “Yes Ms Peterson you do. Your sensitivity is probably a little greater than the average woman but I’m sure that that will make life a little more enjoyable for you. Now, if you would like to go and wait in our waiting room you will be called when we are ready for you.” I went and got the basket with my dress, shoes and the medical gown in it and John and I left the room. John took the basket off me so that I didn’t have to carry it. As we walked the short distance to the waiting room John said, “And you didn’t even put the medical gown on Jade, you’ve become a true exhibitionist.” I thought about that and I had to agree with him. As I followed John into the waiting room I saw three other women and two men. One of the women was wearing just a medical gown but everyone else was in street clothes. My recent orgasm and what John had said made me feel pleased that I hadn’t bothered with the gown and I felt my pussy start to tingle. All of the five people in that room stared at me as I sat on one of the chairs, John sitting beside me. I didn’t cross my legs like most women do, in fact I sat with my knees apart without making any conscious effort to do so. After a few seconds John whispered, “Those three women are wondering if they will have to wait in here naked as well.” I laughed a little but didn’t say anything.” It was a good ten minutes before I was called and in that time two more young women with men in tow walked in. It was starting to get a little crowded in there and I was the only one naked in there. Before I got called another young woman got called and she went leaving her male partner on his own but all the time before I got called the man was staring at me. My nipples were rock hard and tingling, my pussy was leaking a bit and my clit was out and tingling. When I thought about my clit I thought, “Well you aren’t going to be able to hide away for much longer, you’ll be out there for all to see all of the time.” I wondered if there was some drug or something that would make it engorged and hard all the time, something like viagra for women? I made a mental note to talk to John about it as I was sure that he would like the idea. “Ms Jade Peterson.” I heard the young receptionist girl say. I was a bit startled as I was still thinking of ways to keep my clit engorged and hard all the time. “Oh, yes, that’s me.” I said and stood up. I turned to look at John and he mouthed the words, “I love you.” He squeezed my hand and I started walking towards the receptionist who acted like it was an every day occurrence for girls to walk around the place totally naked. I was led into a very white, sterile looking room with a medical table, similar to one that John bought for me, a few little tables with instruments on them, a collection of little machines with monitors attached to them and three people in there. I recognised the surgeon but not the other man nor the woman. “Relax Ms Peterson, it will not hurt and before you know it you will be walking out of here. May I call you Jade? Ms Peterson sounds so formal, you can call me Donald.” “Sure Donald.” “Okay Jade. Climb up onto the table and Mary will attach a couple of things to you arms and give you a couple of injections around your vulva, they will just feel like little pricks. Can you lift your legs up into the stirrups for me please. Trevor’s job is an easy one, all he has to do is monitor your vitals which should remain constant or maybe show us that you are relaxing more as soon as you realise that you can’t feel a thing.” I lifted my legs onto the stirrups and felt them spread so wide that I was sure that they would be able to see that I was wet after being aroused in the waiting room. I saw Mary go between my legs then I felt fingers on one of my labia lips then a little prick, then the same on the other labia lip then nothing. I smiled to myself as I though that they could have got fifty men to gang-bang me right then and I wouldn’t have felt a thing, Then I thought that I wouldn’t be able to cum so the gang-bang was pointless. “So where to you come Jade?” Donald asked. That was the start of a conversation that went on for what seemed like a couple of hours, and it was all pointless small talk. I quickly realised that it was all to distract me from what Donald was doing to me, none of which I could see, which was probably a good thing. I wouldn’t say that I’m squeamish but a girl watching her pussy being carved up is probably not a good idea, certainly not for me, I don’t know what I would have done if I could have seen. I rapidly got to the point where I was looking around the room for something to distract me but all there was was Mary and Trevor walking about doing goodness know what. Then it was Donald saying, “There you are Jade, all done, I suggest that you try to avoid looking at yourself for a few days because the whole are will be one big bruise and although the stitches are all my best work they might just alarm you a little. Don’t worry about the stitches, they will just dissolve and fall off in a few days.” I saw Trevor leave the room and Mary detach the whatever that she had put on me then she said, “I’ll go and get your clothes,” and she too disappeared. “Right Jade, aftercare, when you have a bath or a shower no rubbing, soap or a towel, just gentle patting. The anaesthetic will start to wear off in about an hour, the receptionist will give you a few paracetamol to help with the pain, follow the instructions on the box then I suggest that your partner buys some more to last you for a few days. If after a week, for some unknown reason you think you aren’t healing as you would expect please telephone me. And don’t go horse riding or bike riding until you believe that you are one hundred percent healed, certainly not this afternoon or tomorrow.” “Ha, you have nothing to worry about on that score.” I replied. “I’m sure that you will be pleased with the results Jade, you looked ten years younger even spread out on the table.” “Thank you Donald.” I just managed to say before Mary returned with my clothes. Donald left and Mary handed me my dress which I slipped on, then she told me to let her put my shoes on saying, “No sudden movements or stretching you legs, in any direction, just slow, gentle walking until things start to heal.” “Yes Mary.” With my shoes on Mary slowly guided me back to reception where John was waiting with a big smile on his face. “Okay?” John asked. “I think so, I’m still all numb down there.” “Are you okay to stand there for a couple of minute while I settle up?” “Sure, I feel fine, well until the anaesthetic wear off. Have you got the paracetamol?” “They’re here.” The receptionist said as she handed the box and the bill to John. A couple of minutes John was slowly walking me out of the front door and to a waiting taxi. “So what was it like?” John asked. “I don’t know, I never saw any of it and I haven’t had a look.” “I’ll get you home then we’ll have a look.” John held my hand for the short journey then he helped me out of the taxi, me not caring how high my dress rode up my butt as I got out. Once out I just stood there whilst John spoke to the doorman and a few minutes later John’s car appeared and the doorman was wheeling our suitcase to the back of the car. John told me to keep my legs together and let him lower me into the car which I did and I thought, “Well that’s a first, getting into John’s car and not letting him see my pussy, but maybe that’s a good thing at the moment, I bet that it’s not a pleasant sight.” John lifted my legs into the car then shut the door as I fastened the seatbelt. Minutes later we were in the queues of traffic heading for home. The lid was on the car and I think that the anticipation of the pain that I knew would be coming subdued my desire to be seen and I just wanted to be at home in bed with John cuddling me. John had lowered the back of my seat and before we were out of London I was fast asleep, only waking up when I heard John’s car door shutting after he got out on his drive. John reversed the process to get me out and as we slowly walked in I told him that I needed some of the paracetamol. Once through the front door John literally scooped me up and carried me upstairs to the bedroom where he took my dress off me and lifted me onto the bed before taking my shoes off. As he pulled the duvet over me he said, “You’re going to look good when you’ve healed Jade.” “Can you get a mirror and let me look please?” “No, you are staying there for a few days until some of the swelling and bruising goes.” “That bad eh?” I replied. “Nothing more that I would expect. You just stay there and relax. I’ll get the paracetamol and leave everything to me, I’ll be you personal servant for a few days getting you everything that you want, I’ll even carry you to the bathroom and wipe you butt for you.” “I think that I’ll be able to manage that but thank you, but when will you spin me round on this bed so that my head is hanging off the side and you can fuck my throat?” “Bloody hell Jade, every other woman that had gone through what you have just done wouldn’t even be thinking about sex. I knew I got the right girl, you’re a total nymphomaniac. No Jade, you’re staying exactly where you are for at least forty eight hours.” “That’s your fault John, you got me started thinking about such things.” “Are you complaining?” “Absolutely …………………… NOT.” “Right, paracetamol, bottle of water, your phone, the TV remote, They’ll all be here in a couple of minutes. Oh, and that TV can now get Netflix so you can watch those soppy, romantic films.” “Can I invite my friends round?” “In a couple of days. I’d stuff my cock into your mouth to stop you talking if you weren’t suffering, maybe I should put some handcuffs and a ball gag on you.” “That sounds fun.” “Shut up woman, your pain will be getting worse if I don’t get that paracetamol. I’m going.” John went and came back a few minutes later with everything that he’d promised and I quickly took a couple of paracetamol then closed my eyes. “Phone me if you need anything. I won’t be far away.” I didn’t think that I was tired but I started watching a movie and the next thing that I knew was John sitting on the bed next to me and the movie had finished. “How are you doing girl with a pussy that I don’t recognise.” John said. “Have you been looking at my pussy while I was asleep?” “Yes, but I’ve done that before.” “You’ve fucked me while I was asleep before today and I loved it, when I woke up that is.” “So did I Jade. Now, how are you, are you hungry, can I get you anything, do you want carrying to the bathroom?” “Actually nurse, I need a pee and I’m a but hungry.” “I hope that you’re not expecting me to put on a nurse’s uniform, I don’t think a short skirt would suit me and I haven’t got the boobs for the job.” “I can just imagine you in a short skirt with your balls hanging below the hem John.” “Not going to happen Jade, come on, I’ll carry you to the bathroom, do you want me to wipe you as well? Although it had better be just a gentle pat for a few days.” I didn’t realise just how many and which muscles a girl uses when she sits on the toilet and pees but it was a little painful and I was glad that John was there to help me. “Can you pass me that little mirror please John?” I said when I finally got to my feet. “Nope, no mirrors until you start healing.” “I’ve probably started healing already.” “I hope so, but it’s still no, I’ll brush your hair for you.” “Wow John, you really should have become a nurse.” “It doesn’t pay enough for me. Come on, back to bed.” John carried me back to bed and asked if pizza would be okay to eat. “Yes, but don’t let Harry come up here, I don’t want him to see me like this.” “There’s nothing wrong with the way you look Jade, you look great, but okay, I’ll keep you locked away for a couple of days.” About forty five minutes later John was sat on the bed beside me as we ate the pizza then later he cuddled up to me with one of his hands on one of my tits as we went to sleep. ***** The next morning was the first one that I didn’t get fucked either just before or just after I’d woken up. What I did get put inside me was a couple of paracetamol then a drink of water that John had left on the bedside cabinet for me. As I waited for the paracetamol to kick in I lay there. My legs had been spread ever since John had put me there the previous day and I got curious to know what my new pussy felt like so I gently explored with my fingers. My pubis felt different, not as padded, then my fingers went to my clit and I discovered that where it had been covered by the hood there was nothing covering it. When I touched the end of it I felt it swell and go hard. “This is going to give me a lot of pleasure very easily.” I thought as I let my fingers rub the end of it from side to side being careful not to touch my reduced size hood. In spite of the pain, or maybe because of it, it didn’t take long for me to have an orgasm. “Well that still works just fine.” I thought as I came down from my high. My fingers gently went lower. Where I had had meaty lips there hardly enough to put in a sandwich and I really wanted to look at them. A little later I gently felt for my flaps but couldn’t find any. Just then John walked into the bedroom carrying a tray. “Good morning Jade, I heard you cumming, you be careful girl, we don’t want to have to go back to London to get you stitched up again. Pull yourself up and get some of this inside you.” “Can I give you a blowjob please, you’re missing out at the moment and I don’t like that.” “Don’t you worry about me Jade, I’m just fine, I can wait until you’re all healed.” “But I don’t want to wait John, I want you inside me somewhere.” “Eat your breakfast then we’ll see how much pain you’re in. Phone or text me when your done.” I did and when John came back I’d put the tray to the side of the bed and shuffled myself round so that my head was hanging over the side of the bed and the duvet was pushed off me so that John could see my whole naked body. “Jeez Jade, you really are a nymphomaniac.” John said as he unfastened his trousers. Seconds later his cock was in my throat. Some of John’s cum went down my throat and the rest of it went over my face and chest. Then he carried me to the shower and we shared the space as we showered, John carefully washing all around my pussy. Then after he dried me John carried me back to bed where I spent the rest of the day. Thankfully, by the time John cuddled up to me that night I could feel the first signs that I was starting to heal. The rest of the week followed a similar pattern except that by the Friday afternoon I was able to go to the bathroom on my own, and get a bit more adventurous with my clit. As we ate our delivered evening meal John suggested that I phone my friends and invite them over on the Saturday or the Sunday so I did and on the Sunday morning I put on a dress and slowly went downstairs to wait for Jenny and Rose. When John opened the door to them he invited them in and led them into the lounge where I was waiting. “Please forgive Jade for not getting up and coming to the door,” John said, “she’s had some surgery which I’m sure she will tell you all about. Can I get either of you a coffee or something stronger?” John went off to the kitchen to make some coffee as Jenny said, “You’ve got him well trained Jade. I half expecting you to be his slave.” “Far from it Jenny, let me start at the beginning.” I spent the next hour or so telling Jenny and Rose everything, even why I wasn’t jumping up and down with joy. “You’ve had your pussy surgically altered?” Rose asked, “I thought that Female genital Mutilation was illegal.” “It is, but cosmetic surgery isn’t and it’s a long way from FGM, this will enhance my pleasure whilst FGM is to deny girls their pleasure.” “So can we see what you’ve had done Jade?” Jenny asked. “Sure, I’m not the shy girl who’d never let even her friends see her naked before, I’ve been reborn. Can you help me get to my feet please, it still hurts when I strain my muscles.” Both Jenny and Rose jumped to their feet and helped me up. As soon as I was on my feet my hands went to the hem of my dress and seconds later the dress was flying across the room to another chair. “Wow Jade, you aren’t shy any more are you?” “No, and you should see me when my personal trainer takes me jogging.” “You go jogging naked?” Rose asked. “No, I have my trainers on.” “On the public roads?” “Some of it is but it’s mainly through the woods.” “Wow. I hope the police don’t catch you.” Rose said. “So what do you think ladies?” I asked as I spread my legs. “Well for starters your pussy looks sore.” Jenny said. “It is, but it’s getting better.” “It’s difficult to say, I never saw your pussy in any detail before and all these stitches don’t help but I would say that you look like you did ten or twelve years ago, except that I doubt that your clit was that big then.” “I’m not sure that I knew what a clit was ten or twelve years ago but I haven’t had a real good look myself yet, John says that I should wait until it’s a lot better.” “He’s probably right, I can see what it will look like but it’s not a real pretty sight at the moment.” “My clit still works, I’ve been rubbing one out for John each day and I think that it’s more sensitive than it was, I don’t know how that is possible but it does.” “Maybe it’s because it’s out and looking for some action all the time, got nowhere to hide.” “Maybe, hey, while I’m up can I show you around the house?” “Can you walk okay?” “If I take it slow, yes.” I slowly started walking towards the door and Rose said, “Aren’t you going to put your dress back on Jade?” “Not much point, I don’t normally put any clothes on. You guys are honoured that I put a dress on when I knew that you were coming.” “Wow, who are you girl?” Jenny said, “and what have you done with our friend Jade?” “Ha, very funny Jenny, I’m still me, and still your friend, I hope, it’s just that I come to realise who the real me is.” “Well if I was a lezzy I’d be all over you like a rash Jade.” Rose said. “You look good naked Jade.” “Thank you, I think.” I replied. I led my friends to the games room first and when Rose saw the medical table and the straps she said, “You two aren’t into this fifty shaded thing are you, you know, bondage and the likes?” “We’ve dabbled, it makes me feel so empowered.” “Empowered? Wow, you really have changed Jade.” Jenny said. “Yes I have Jenny, but I still want to be friends with you and Rose.” “And we still want to be friends with you Jade, even if you do leave your clothes in a pub car park.” “About that, did one of you retrieve my skirt and top?” “We did,” Jenny said, I took them home and washed them, I was going to bring them today but I forgot. I guess that you’re not in a rush to get them back either.” “You’re right Jenny. Now this room is John’s personal gym that he lets me use. My trainer makes me work hard in there. Hey, have you ever ridden a bike with the seat too high and with no knickers on? I’d really recommend trying it.” “Why?” Rose said, “That sounds like hard work.” “Think about it Rose, your bare pussy on a saddle and having to slide from side to side.” “Oh yes, maybe I should go and get my old bike from my parents house.” “Okay ladies, the next room is a lot bigger.” I opened the door to the swimming pool room. “Bloody hell Jade, how rich is John?” Jenny said. “I have no idea. Fancy going for a swim?” “We didn’t bring our bikinis.” Rose said. “I don’t have a swimsuit either but I still go for a swim.” “You mean you go skinny dipping?” “Yes, and you can too, John won’t mind.” “But he might come and see us.” Rose said. “So what, he sees me like this all the time, it’s not like he’s going to rape you or anything, and besides. It’s alright for a man to see a girl naked..” “What do you think Rose? Jenny asked. “I’m game if you are Jenny.” Rose replied, “but what about you Jade?” “A dip might do me good just so long as I have a shower afterwards, get rid of the chlorine. Come girls, get ‘em off.” I left them to strip as I slowly walked to the pool then literally fell into the water trying to keep my legs straight. I’ve never tried to swim just using my arms and it was slow progress so I turned onto my back and floated as I watched Jenny and Rose finish stripping then come and jump in. We messed about and talked for about fifteen minutes before Rose screamed, ducked down in the water pointing towards the door. I looked as saw John coming in. He walked to the side of the pool and said, “Make sure that you get rinsed off properly Jade, the chlorine might not be good on your wounds.” “Can we use the shower in the main bedroom please John?” I asked. “Of course you can, you don’t need to ask Jade.” John turned and walked out and I turned to look at Jenny and Rose. Rose was up to her neck in the water but Jenny was standing up which meant that her tits were above the water line. “Rose,” I said, “it’s okay for men to see you naked, you have a great body, you have no reason to be ashamed.” “So you wouldn’t mind John seeing me naked Jade.” Rose replied. “Not at all, it’s natural for men to see girls naked, it’s not like we’re threatening or anything.” “Yeah,” Jenny added, “we haven’t got a big hard cock wanting to fuck girls all the time.” “True,” I said, “but I wouldn’t mind if John wanted to fuck either if you, you’re both more beautiful than I am.” “That’s just not true Jade, you are a gorgeous young woman and now that you have that really cute little pussy any man in his right mind would want to fuck you.” “Well John does and I think that some of his friends want to fuck me as well.” “And you’d let them Jade?” Rose asked. “If John wants me to, yes, and I wouldn’t be mad if he fucked either, or both of you. It would be me who he came back to.” “Wow Jade,” Jenny said, “an exhibitionist, a nymphomaniac and a swinger. You really have changed Jade.” “It’s the real me that has just come out of the closet. I’m really happy now.” “Good for you girl,” Rose said, “and you really wouldn’t mind if John saw us naked and fucked us?” “No, not at all.” “Well I wouldn’t mind if he wanted to fuck me.” Jenny said. We messed about in the water for a bit more then Rose asked, “Can we get out now please?” “Sure, we can use the shower in the main bedroom, there’s plenty of space and plenty of towels in there.” “How do we get there?” Rose asked. “Just follow me.” I replied. I couldn’t get out the way that I normally do, jump up at the side and swing a leg up onto the side so I had to go to the steps and slowly climb out although I found it easier than I expected, maybe I was getting better quicker than I expected. I led my two naked friends our of the pool area and up the stairs, all three of us dripping water. I was secretly hoping that John would come out of his room and see my two friend in all their glory but he didn’t and we made it to the bathroom without being seen. We talked as we took it in turns in the shower then got dried. The Jenny said, “Shit, we left our clothes by the pool.” “We’ll just have to go and get them then,” I said, “but we’ll have to leave the towels in the hamper here.” “Are you just trying to get us to walk through the house naked Jade?” “Yes, are you complaining?” “I guess not, he is sort of cute.” Jenny said. I wasn’t at all worried that John would fancy Jenny, or Rose, he had committed himself way too much to me, but as we walked downstairs I thought, “John has told me that he would like to see me being fucked by other men, so maybe it would be okay for him to fuck Jenny or Rose, or both, but I would like to watch.” Anyway, we made it back to the pool area and Jenny and Rose got dressed then we went back to the lounge, After talking for a while Rose said that they should be leaving and I got up on my own and it didn’t hurt much. “I’m getting better.” I thought as I led them to the front door. As they passed me to get to Jenny’s car I stepped outside. As Rose turned to wave goodbye she shouted, “Get inside you exhibitionist.” I smiled, waved back and thought, “Yes I am.” I went upstairs, still slowly, and went into John’s work room. He was talking to someone, on his phone I presumed, and when I went up to him he motioned for me to sit on his lap. After a couple of minutes of him talking about something that I didn’t understand, John squeezed my thigh and said, “Kyle, this is Jade, my new PA.” “What?” I said. “Hi there Jade, nice to meet you, you look great.” “What?! You can see me Kyle? Oh, oh hi Kyle.” “Yes I can see you Jade and John, you’ve got a real looker there, I’m jealous.” As Kyle was saying that John clicked on a minimised window and up popped two windows on top of a mass of numbers, one window presumably of Kyle and the other one with the naked me sat on John’s lap. Kyle could see my little tits and me bare down to my thighs but because I saw sat, not my pussy. “Jade has just had some cosmetic surgery on her pussy Kyle, it’s healing nicely, would you like to see it?” John didn’t wait for an answer, he pushed with his feet and the chair wheeled back. “Stand up and show Kyle Jade.” I looked at John and felt my pussy get wet and tingle. Then I stood up, standing with my feet shoulder width apart. “Zoom in on that mate. It’s still a bit bruised and sore but you’ll see what it’s going to be like.” “I am John, I am, and I have to say that I’m impressed. Jade, you are gorgeous. John you are one lucky bastard. I hope that you don’t mind me taking a few screen grabs.” “Not at all mate, but be quick, I’ve got another call waiting.” “Turn around for Kyle Jade, let him see that cute little butt of yours.” I did, and wondered if it was just screen grabs that Kyle was taking and not recording a video, not that I minded. After a minute or so John said, “Got to go mate, talk soon.” He clicked a couple of things on the PC then turned and pulled me back onto his lap. “My friends have gone.” “Did you tell them that they can come back anytime that they want?” “Yes, and I told them that it was okay for them to be naked like me when you are around.” “And what did they say to that?” “They asked me if it was okay for you to fuck them. I said that it was.” “Good girl, now more importantly, how’s your pussy, does it still hurt as much?” “No, I’m down to one paracetamol and I can walk around much easier. Can I have a look at it now?” “Let’s go to the bedroom and have a good look at it.” We did, me spreading my legs quite wide and surprisingly not making my pussy hurt. John got down between my legs and had a good look then said, “Coming along nicely, don’t move.” John went and got his new camera then took a few photographs of my pussy with me like that, and up on my hands and knees with my knees quite wide apart. Then we went to the huge TV in the lounge where he plugged the camera’s memory card into a slot and up on the screen came my pussy, a good ten times the real life size. We sat on the sofa and looked at every square millimetre of my pussy. “Wow,” I said, “I’ve never seen my pussy like that before. Look, that little mark there, is that where a stitch has dissolved?” “Yes, I’m sure that there was one there when I had a good look yesterday. All the swelling looks to have just about gone so that’s just about what it’s going to look like from now on, are you happy with the results?” “I will be when you can start fucking me again.” “Patience my love, it won’t be much longer.” “I was touching it when I was in the pool earlier and it feels so different, like it did when I first realised that I could have some fun playing down there.” “What about your clit? It looks bigger than it was but I don’t suppose that it is, it’s probably because it’s out there all the time now, whenever I look at your pussy now I’ve got two things that I see first, your hole and your clit, I don’t know which I like the most, your clit or your hole. The whole lot is so inviting.” “And in a few days you can do whatever you want with it. I thought the same about my clit as well, it feels bigger but that’s probably for the reason you mentioned. I’m looking forward to having lots of accidental touches that make me cum when I’m not expecting it.” John turned to look at me and gave me a long passionate kiss. One of his hands went to a tit and played with the nipple then drifted down to my pussy. “I’ll be gentle.” he said as his fingers found my clit. And he was, gently toying with my clit and leaving the rest of my pussy alone. He easily played long enough to make me cum and when I returned to normal I said. “That was amazing, thank you John, I was starting to get withdrawal symptoms.” “So was I.” John replied as I pushed him onto his back and unfastened his jeans. “At least I can have you in my mouth.” I said as I gave him his second blowjob of the day, the first one being before we got out of bed. As we cuddled in bed that night John said, “Do you really want me to fuck Jenny and Rose Jade?” “Why not, you’ve said that you want other men to fuck me.” “Only if I’m watching, but don’t Jenny and Rose have boyfriends?” “Yes, but what they don’t know about can’t harm them.” “And they’d be okay with that?” “Probably. I’d have to ask them again just to make sure but they certainly seemed keen on the idea this afternoon.” *****

Al led me through the front door. I had redone her hair and make up after a quick shower. I was wearing a pair of black six inch stilettos and the same dress I’d been wearing all day. Al’s wife Candace was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Candace was a gorgeous woman with long reddish brown hair and clear blue eyes. She was shorter than me standing about 5’4 and she had a thick build that she’d developed playing soccer in high school and college, and through lots of exercise as an adult. She was thick but there was almost no fat on her. She had a big round ass that stretched any pants she wore and while her legs were equally as thick she still had a thigh gap. Her waist was small and her stomach was flat. She had 36 D tits that fit her body perfectly. She’d always been kind of conservative in the way she dressed, even though with a body like hers there was no hiding her sexy and voluptuous curves. And she’s always been very sweet and shy, only letting loose a little when she’s had too much wine. But now seeing her standing there in almost the same heels I was wearing, with stalkings and garters on her thick toned legs with a corset that had no bra for her big tits, she was intimidating. She had no panties or bra on, her tits and pussy were in full display and I noticed Candaces clit was pierced. “What took you so long baby? I’ve been waiting for you to get our new toy home.” Candace said as she walked to me and Al. She kissed him hard and passionately, there tongues intertwining with one another. Al reached down and began playing with her clit ring. She moaned into his mouth as she grabbed a handful of her own tit. Candace then looked at me and smiled. The smile drained the blood from my face. She grabbed a hold of my dress and yanked the top half down exposing my sore red tits. She grabbed one and squeezed it very hard causing me to whimper in pain. “You do have some great tits Lisa. I’ve always wanted to play with them. Watching you in a bikini during summer with your pierced nipples barely covered always made me so fucking wet. And now here you are and here they are.” Candace gave my tit another hard squeeze and then let go. “Take the rest of that dress off now slut!” Candace commanded. I stripped it off as fast as I could. And when I stood up she Al grabbed my head. Candace brought out a black leather collar with a long chain attached. She put it over my head and onto my neck. It was tight but I could still breath. “You’ll wear this whenever I tell you to understand?” I nodded and said “yes ma’am.” “She learns quick doesn’t she?” Candace said looking at Al. “I only had to remind her a few times earlier.” He chuckled. Candace smiled at me, “mmm this is gonna be a fun week. Tell me Lisa, have you ever been with a woman before?” “No ma’am.” I answered back, already knowing what was coming. “Oh good, I’m going to be your first.”Candace began walking away and pulled me behind her with the chain and collar. As I was walking behind her I stared at her thick round ass. It was big and stuck out but there was almost no cellulite on her and her ass was as firm and perky as mine. I also noticed something shiny in between her ass cheeks. She was wearing a sparkly blue butt plug. She walked me to the living room and she sat down on the couch. She spread her legs open, resting her feet on the coffee table. She jerked the chain. “Crawl under me and get in between my legs Lisa.” I did as she asked. I sat there for a moment unsure what to do when she suddenly slapped my face. “What are you waiting for? Eat my pussy! It’s been wet for the last hour waiting for you to get here and I need to cum.” I leaned my face toward her spread wet pussy. I had to admit it smelled intoxicating. I stuck my tongue out and began licking at her pierced clit. “Mmm there you go, when I doubt lick the piercing, you’ll always hit my clit that way.” She grabbed my hair close to my scalp and pulled me in closer to her pussy. I began lapping up her juices, while she moaned. I’ve never even thought about being with a woman before but something came over me and I felt like I would die if I didn’t eat Candaces pussy until she came. I ran my tongue up and down her slit. Pausing to suck her clit and her piercing before making my way back down to her opening. I shoved my tongue inside her now dripping pussy. I felt the couch shift and noticed that Al was now feeding his wife his rock hard cock and massaging her tits. Candace became even more wet and I was sure she’d be cumming soon. “Oh god oh god! Yes! Right there right there! Keep doing that! Oh shiiiiiiiit!” I felt a flood of pussy juice hit the back of my throat and I was soon covered in Candaces cum. My hair was wet and my make up was running. “Mmmm that was good Lisa. I forgot to tell you I’m a squirted.” Candace said before going back to sucking her husbands cock. I sat stunned for a second and then I realized my own pussy was dripping with excitement. I reached down to rub my clit when Al saw me. “Oh no you don’t! You’ve already cum enough tonight. I don’t care how horny you are you don’t touch yourself or cum unless we give you permission.” “Dammit! This was gonna be an excruciating week if I wasn’t allowed to cum.” I thought to myself. But what I said was “yes sir.” And went back to licking his wife’s pussy. While I was eating Candace out I could hear Al start to moan. “Thank god maybe once he cums he’ll either let me cum or got to bed. I need both equally.” I thought to myself. He suddenly jumped off the couch and pulled my head up by my hair. I squealed in surprise as he came on my face and then all over the outside of his wife’s pussy. “Clean it all up slut!” Was all he said before he went and sat down in his chair facing me and his wife. Candace began rubbing her tits as I licked and sucked up all of her husband’s cum off her. “Oh fuck! For a first timer you sure know your way around a pussy. I guess you’re just a natural born slut. Now play with my butt plug while you eat me.” I reached down and began lightly pulling and pushing her butt plug back and forth. “Uuhhh ya just like that! Keep going keep going! Aaahhhhh!” She screamed and grabbed the back of my head trapping me on her pussy as she flooded my mouth and soaked my face in her cum. Once she relaxed she told me to switch places with her. I got up reluctantly and took her place on the couch. She put my feet on the table and I was now in the same position she’d been in. “I’m assuming you’ve never had your pussy licked by a woman either?” She asked. “No ma’am.” I replied. “You’re in for a treat.” She said as she began licking my pussy. Her tongue sent shockwaves throughout my body. I was so wet and turned on that I knew I would cum quickly. She began licking my asshole which sent even more shockwaves through me. I felt a finger at my assholes entrance and then another and she slowly penetrated my ass. “Uuhhh uuhhh uuhhh!” All I could do was moan. I was in heaven as she licked my pussy and now had three fingers fucking my ass. She pulled her fingers out and shoved them in my wet pussy. She finger fucked my pussy for a few seconds before she started rubbing my juices around my asshole. Suddenly I felt something cold press against my ass’s opening. She was pushing it inside me and it slowly stretched me out more and more. It hurt a little but also felt so damn good. I felt a pop and the cold thing was now inside me. She started playing with it and I realized she had just put a butt plug in me. The thought and the feel brought my orgasm almost to the surface. As she started licking my swollen clit my breathing became faster and I couldn’t wait to cum from one of my best friends eating me out. Just as I was about to cum Candace suddenly stopped. “That’s enough for tonight I think.” She said as she stood up and walked to Al. I was breathing heavily and was mad as hell that she stopped. I was seconds away from what I knew was going to be an earth shattering orgasm. “What kind of sick people are these?” I thought to myself. “Like Al said earlier, you’ve already cum enough today. I just wanted to make sure you were relaxed enough for the butt plug. It’s one of the biggest they make and you will wear it at all times. You can take it out when you have to use the bathroom or when one of us tells you. Other than that it stays in until we take you home.” Candace was clearly enjoying being in charge of me. “Yes ma’am,” was all I could think to say. “Good! Now you’ll come upstairs and sleep with us. Don’t forget you’re ours to use any way we want for the next week. So if Al wakes you up at 2am to fuck your ass then you spread your sexy little cheeks apart and let him fuck you.” She then grabbed my chain and led me upstairs. I was mesmerized by her ass with that pretty blue jewel poking out when she looked back at me. “It’s gonna be a very fun week.”

PART 1 SUMMARY: I’ve noticed my son’s huge cock through his sweaty clothes after he works out, and I’m mesmerized. Eventually, one day after his father leaves for work, I stroke Jason’s morning wood when I go to wake him up for school. This becomes a daily routine. Eventually, he begins fucking me every day before his father gets home from work. ______________________________________________________________________ The next week, my husband had to go to Atlanta for a business conference. He left early on Monday morning, like he usually does, after pounding me with his morning wood and emptying his nutsack into my pussy. And on that day, since he’d be gone for several days, he felt me up at the door, as usual, then pulled his zipper down and fished out his erection. I knelt down in front of him and gave him a quick blowjob before he left for the airport. Once he was gone, I headed up to Jason’s room for his morning handjob. My husband’s conference was going to last all week, so Jason and I took full advantage of it. We spent virtually all our time at home naked, grabbing and stroking each other whenever we were in the same room. We went ahead and slept in the same bed each night, too, which made morning handjobs and blowjobs even easier. As it turned out, Jason had a date in the middle of the week that my husband was gone. On that day, Jason came home from school, found me in the kitchen, bent me over the counter and fucked me from behind. Then he ran upstairs to shower and get dressed for his date. He looked sharp when he came downstairs on his way out, and – although I was happy that he was dating girls from school, and I quite liked his current girlfriend – I had a slight pang of jealousy, and realized with a wry smile that I already missed his cock. I was lying on the couch watching TV in nothing but a short nightshirt when Jason came home from his date sometime around midnight. I patted the cushion next to where I was lying and told him to come tell me about his date. He sat down and began telling me where they went to dinner and stuff, and I murmured things like “that sounds nice” as he talked. When he got to the end, I reached a hand onto his lap and rubbed his crotch through his jeans and asked, “Did you guys have any fun?” He laughed, spread his legs a little so I had better access, and said, “Yeah, we did. We just parked out by Shady Lane and reclined the front seat so she could bounce on my cock in the car.” “Well….did you make her cum?” I asked, rubbing a little harder and feeling his shaft begin to grow down one leg of his pants. He moaned slightly and said, “Yeah…we both did.” I said, “That sounds nice.” Then I unzipped his pants, pulled out his stiffening cock and, stroking it, said, “Do you have any left for me?” He laughed, pushed his pants down to his ankles and kicked them across the room and said, “Of course there’s some left for you….what kind of a silly question is that?” He pulled my night shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor over by his jeans. He squeezed both boobs and sucked each nipple into his mouth for a quick nibble, then he moved down past my waist, pushed my legs apart, and buried his face in my shaved pussy. He began licking and sucking my clitoris, which was already throbbing, and stuck two fingers inside my vagina, which was already dripping wet. As he slid his fingers in and out of my pussy, hitting my g-spot with every stroke, he sucked and nibbled my clit, sending me into orbit. I climaxed almost immediately, rocking my hips in rhythm with his thrusting fingers, and grinding my clit against his tongue. Once my first orgasm had passed, Jason removed his fingers from my vagina, pushed my knees further apart, and climbed in between my legs with the tip of his cock aimed directly at my exposed pussy. With a quick thrust, he slammed his huge dick into my drenched cunt, easily sliding all the way in and filling it completely. He began pounding his throbbing cock in and out of me, making me grunt with every thrust of his shaft. It felt fantastic! I grabbed his hips in both hands and tried to pull him even deeper into me, rocking my hips with each of his thrusts. In no time I felt another amazing orgasm wash over me from nipple to clit, causing my legs to tremble a bit from the overwhelming sensation. Meanwhile Jason hammered his cock in and out of my cunt in earnest, all the time squeezing my tits with both hands as they bounced up and down on my chest like water in a wave pool. Suddenly he grabbed both boobs extra hard and lunged forward, driving his prick as far into me as it would go, then erupting in a massive orgasm, sending a huge load of cum deep inside my cunt. He kept thrusting his hips, then….in a move that totally surprised me…..he pulled his stiff rod out of my pussy and began using his hand to pump his remaining gooey load of cum all over my heaving tits. I was even more surprised at how aroused I became from watching my son spewing a load of cum all over my breasts…I actually had another orgasm as he finished pumping his cock and splashing his creamy, white spunk all over my chest. Afterwards, he rested on top of me as I lay on the sofa with my legs still spread, and his softening prick pressed between us, as we both caught our breath from all the exertion and orgasms. When our breathing had returned to normal, we both went upstairs to clean up and go to bed. After that, another routine emerged whenever my husband was out of town on business. When Jason went out with one of his girlfriends, I’d wait up for him to get home from his date, and we’d fuck on the living room sofa before heading up to bed for the night. So, that’s how I ended up fucking my son almost every day while he was in high school. After high school, Jason headed off to college, and we only fucked when he came home between semesters. After college, Jason got a job in Dallas, met a wonderful young woman and got married. They have two sons now, and I love it when they come to visit. Jason and I still try to find a few opportunities for a quick fuck or blowjob during our family gatherings, but they’re getting harder to come by as the number of family members has grown. But that’s OK….I have amazing memories of the times I got to wake Jason up with handjobs, and fuck him after dates on the sofa. I hope his wife gets to enjoy those experiences with her two sons when they get a little older.

Chapter One She cheats on me It all started about eight years into our marriage. We had recently bought our first home and had two young children. I was working shift work and she was temping at different offices. We had a good life with a good sex life. Not brilliant, but we were happy. I thought all was fine. But then I found it wasn’t. I began to notice that Jean was becoming a little withdrawn and distant. Our sex life was what most would say was normal. Nothing overly exciting, but we was happy. Or so I thought. I came home from my late shift one Friday night and found her sitting on the sofa with my brothers father in law. He was thirty years older and used to call in occasionally for a few drinks. I’d known him for years as he was a neighbour of my parents. Jean and John had been drinking and she was a little drunk. We had a beer or two and then he left. It was after midnight by now and I was tired from work and not really thinking straight after the beers and being exhausted after work. When we got into bed, she cuddled up and after stroking my cock, said she wanted me. Normally it was me who initiated sex, she very rarely did it. I was hard by now and asked her to ride me. She was very very wet. I never thought about it at the time, but it turned out to be my first experience of sloppy seconds. It was about a week later that I noticed that she was distracted about something. She looked upset. We sat together and I asked her what was wrong. We had always been able to talk about almost anything with ease, but she wasn’t at ease that night. I finally managed to get her to open up. She admitted that she had been unfaithful to me and started to cry. “What the fuck?” I said. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help myself” “Who is it?” I asked. She explained that it was the guy she had recently started work for. She was friends with his wife through whom she got the job. “How can you ever forgive me?” She said. “I’m not sure if I can” I had to get out and walk to clear my head. It was all I could do. I went for a long walk, thinking what do I do? Oddly enough, I suddenly realised that I was excited by the the thought of her fucking someone else. My cock was starting to get hard. What The Fuck is wrong with me? I headed off home to find out more about what had gone on. She was still there and still upset. “Will you forgive me?” She pleaded. “Probably not, but things have to change.” I said “Change? How?” She asked puzzled. With that I told her that as of now, she needed to tell me everything else and everyone she had fucked. “So you forgive me?” She brightened up. “I didn’t say that.” I then pulled out my now rock hard cock and put her hand on it. “Tell me what you did with him. I want all the details. Start stroking” Chapter Two Here comes the Cuckold. As she began stroking me, she started to tell me what happened. “What do you want to hear?” She said. “Everything.” I said. I closed my eyes and listened with a movie playing in my head. She explained how he had started hinting at her. Complimenting her looks. Jean is not tall, but her figure is perfect for her height. She has great breasts and a nice arse. He told her that he and his wife were not having a great time and that they rarely had sex. She could see the bulge in his pants and this started turning her on. Over a week or so, he got a little more familiar with her. She said he started brushing by her and resting a hand on her shoulder whilst leaning over watching her work. One day he stood by her side and the bulge in his pants was very close to her face. She was finding it difficult to ignore and she turned and placed her hand on it. She said he almost came then. They very quickly stripped and started fucking. He pulled out and came on her tits and belly as they had no protection and she was no longer on the pill as I’d had a vasectomy after our second child was born. “Was it good?” I asked. “It was all a bit rushed and I couldn’t believe what had happened.” “Did you fuck again? My blood was racing through my veins. “Yes. A few days later.” She said looking wistfully. “Was it better that time?” “It was slower, but he just wanted to fuck. No real foreplay like we do. Just strip and fuck.” She sounded disappointed. “How many times?” By this time I was about to cum. “Only twice, then I found someone else.” With that I exploded in her hand. The vision of some guys cum on her tits was too much. I hadn’t cum like that since a mate gave me a prostrate massage. I was still semi-hard and started kissing her. She was rubbing my cum over her chest. She had always loved us doing this. As she started doing it, I shocked her by starting to kiss her breasts and licking up my own cum. She couldn’t believe it. She was completely shocked. “Do you like doing that?! Tasting your own cum?” “Oh yes, I’ve wanted to do it for a long time. I want to lick cum from your juicy cunt too.” “Oh my god”! She exclaimed. “Does that make you gay?” “No I said laughing. It’s just sexy. Do you not think it’s sexy? “I’m not sure” she said nervously laughing. “Have you ever had sex with a man?” She asked. “Yes and no. Yes I’ve held and sucked a cock. Don’t forget, I went to a boys school. We experimented. Compared cock sizes. Had competition’s to see who could cum first” I laughed. We were both laughing now. My cock was hard again. The kind of hard that hurts. “How many did you suck off?” She asked. “One or two, but never fucked with the lads. Just a blow job here and there” “Oh God! You kinky bastard!” She said. “Did you ever get it on with a girl?” I asked “No, we only ever talked about boys and their cocks. I’m sure some did, but it never interested me. Not into girls” We were both ready to fuck again and with that she pulled her knickers to one side and jumped on my cock. She wanted to know everything whilst she bounced on my hard cock. Her cunt was burning hot and wet. “Now you have to tell me everything you’ve ever done with boys. I want to hear it all” she said. “Ok. Want to hear about everything?” I asked cautiously. “YES! Tell me you kinky bastard!” We both exploded together. The best sex we’d ever had. We were both exhausted after that and agreed that she would tell me more later and I would tell her all about my bisexual past. Our life had changed and hopefully for the better. To be continued

Single Mother Needs To Make Ends Meet Ch 1 by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities of desires, wants or fantasies. Read and enjoy. Marsha was sitting at her desk in the den working on her bills. She kept readjusting her budget. ‘How am I ever going to make it?’ she thought. ‘In two months, I will be $500 dollars less. Julie will be eighteen and child support for her will end. At least Susan is sixteen and I’ll have her child support for two more years. I screwed myself by divorcing that cheating asshole, I had the worst lawyer in town.’ It’s been two years since Marsha discovered her husband cheating for a year. Once she was divorced, she discovered that he had created with another woman for three years earlier. If she had known that before the divorce, she could have included that infidelity to increase the alimony. She did get the house, along with the mortgage tho. The house was awarded to her because of the children. Now she was waiting for a call, she was hoping to refinance the mortgage for a lower monthly payment. Even with a lower mortgage payment, it still wouldn’t be enough for her bare budget. Marsha did get that call, but the refinance would only save her $100 a month in the payments. ‘A little help,’ she thought. She made an appointment to visit the bank to complete the paper work, but would have to leave work early Tuesday. ‘Even if I could scrape up the other $400,’ thought Marsha, ‘we would still barley make it each month. I really don’t want the girls to give up gymnastics or music lessons.’ Marsha put her head down in her hands on the desk and began to softly cry. She heard the girls come home, yelling their hellos as they ran to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Marsha knew they needed to cool down from their gymnastics practice and then take showers before dinner. Marsha dried her eyes, not wanting her daughters to know she had been crying. Susan was peppy when she entered the den. She was excited and said, “I aced it, my landing from the uneven bars was perfect. The coach hugged me and even Julie gave me a high five.” Marsha was happy for her and she was happy that Julie gave her recognition. The oldest didn’t often give her younger sister complements. At least they didn‘t fight very often. ‘I have good daughters,’ thought Marsha. Marsha give her daughter a hug and Susan said, “Oh, I‘m sorry mommy, you’re doing the bills, I’m sorry to interrupt.” Marsha smiled as best as she could and said, “It’s OK sweetie, I’m happy for you. Get your shower and I’ll start dinner in a minute.” She heard the shower turn on in the master bath, knowing Julie was getting her shower. It wouldn’t be long before the second bathroom shower would be on. Marsha made organized piles of the bills and budgeting ideas, got up and went to the kitchen. She took out some frozen chicken breasts and began to cry, that this was the last of the chicken. There was a roast left in the freezer, and that would make at least two meals. She began to thaw the chicken and was staring out the window when Julie came up behind her and hugged her. Julie saw dried tears on her mothers cheeks. “Mon, what’s wrong?” Julie asked. Marsha merely said, “Oh, nothing for you to worry about.” And then asked her to peel some potatoes, she wanted to make mashed potatoes to go with the chicken. Julie kept watching her mother. ‘She seems to be depressed about something,’ she thought. As she peeled some potatoes, she kept watching her mother. Her mother didn’t seem to be her jovial self and seemed to be preoccupied while working on dinner. Julie thought, ‘We three girls, we are a happy bunch, like the three musketeers. Something is bothering her. She hasn’t been out on a date for a long time, maybe she misses the male companionship.’ Julie smiled at her mother and asked, “How about I get your wine and pour you a glass?” Marsha answered, “Oh, maybe later I’ll have a glass, not right now, but thank you sweetie.” During dinner, the girls happily chatted about their progress in gymnastics and Julie gave more compliments to her sister for the landing she made today. Julie noticed that her mother didn‘t seem to have her normal excitement of the good news. Marsha then said, “Julie, your big day is only a couple months away. It’s a big time, eighteen. One milestone in your life. We should begin plans. Maybe who you want to have here, maybe a party at a nice restaurant. Think about what you want to do and we’ll set it up.” Julie said, “Oh, that’s still a long way off, I’ll think about it.” Dinner finished, Julie began to take the dirty dishes to the sink when Marsha said, “I’ll take care of that, you need to get your homework done. You too Susan, now scoot.” Julie reluctantly set the dishes by the sink and then went with her sister to their rooms. Marsha cleared the rest of the table and rinsed the dishes before loading the dishwasher. She then thought, ‘At least the appliances are working. I just pray there aren’t problems with the car, I don’t need any more unexpected expenses.’ Julie pulled Susan into her room and said, “Sus’ did you notice mom, she’s bothered about something. No pep as usual.” Susan said, “When I went into the den, she was working on the bills. When I saw her, she had her head down in her hands. I think she’d been crying.” “Oh,” said Julie, “she’s having trouble with the finances. Yeah, she’d been crying when I went into the kitchen to help with dinner.” Susan said, “Maybe we could help, I don’t need a new dress for the prom. I can redo something I already have. It might help some.” “OK, I’ll think of things I can do too,” said Julie, “My Senior Prom is coming up, I don‘t have a dress to alter, maybe one of mom’s dresses, we’re the same size. Helping to keep our expenses down may not be enough, we need to think of ways to help.” The girls then went to do their homework. Tuesday morning, Marsha knocked on Jackson’s door, she needed to ask her boss if she could leave work early. She heard the usual, “Come”, and opened the door. Her employer was a large man, balding somewhat, in his 50's and very handsome in a rugged way. She heard, “Marsha, what can I do for you?” He was spinning around toward his desk from the window. Marsha said, “I need to go to my bank this afternoon. I was hoping I could take off about an hour early?” Jackson Williams asked sincerely, “I hope you’re not having trouble with your account.” Marsha began to wring her hands and beads of perspiration began to form on her forehead. “Oh, I’m sorry,” said Jackson, “I didn‘t mean to pry. Please, tell me what’s up, maybe I can help?” Marsha nervously said, “Mr. Williams, I have to refinance my mortgage to help my monthly budget. Please, I have to get to the bank to sign the papers.” “Marsha,” he said, “we go by our first names here, call me Jackson. I never want this company to be so formal...last names, bah. Sure, take two hours if you need it. Again, is there anything I can do to help?” Marsha smiled and said, “Oh, I just need an hour. Now that you ask, do we have a position I could take that pays more?” Jackson smiled saying, “I wish we did. If anything comes up, I’ll consider you first.” Marsha smiled and said, “You’re the best boss.” Jackson smiled and said, “Maybe your boyfriend will ask you to merry him. Two incomes seem to be the way to balance the budgets now days.” Marsha’s face reddened and she said, “No, no boyfriend. I haven’t dated for many months, no knight in shining armor, at least I haven’t found him.” Jackson, giving a sly smile, and said, “Don’t take this wrong, please, it’s just a compliment, you are such a beautiful woman, I’m surprised you don’t have several men chasing after you.” Marsha smiled and turned a darker red as she thanked him and turned to leave. Jackson watched as she was leaving. He was thinking, ‘What a great ass that white woman has. Her whole body shouts SEX, perfect proportions, there must be something wrong with men now days, she is so fuckable. She’s making my cock hard, I might have to have go home at noon and fuck my wife.’ Marsha was returning to her desk and thought, ‘Maybe he’s right, maybe I should spend a couple of dollars at a bar and see if ‘Mr. Right’ is out there. Being a female, at least most of my drinks would be paid for and I could get exercise dancing too. He’s such a nice boss, probably ten years older than me, but really good looking for a black man. I shouldn’t think of my boss that way, he’s married, I met his wife once and she’s beautiful.’ Marsha completed her appointment at the bank, but knew she still had to find a way to balance her budget. She went through her closet and pulled dresses out that she hadn’t worn since her divorce. She had dressed to be sexy for her husband, he liked other men looking at her. She wondered if she still had a sexual image her husband wanted. Four dresses were laid on the bed. Holding them up against her body, she was impressed that they were still in fashion, would still fit her and show off more ‘skin’ for that sexy look. She stripped and wiggled into one stretchy dress. She looked in the full length mirror and with the few pounds she had gained from the divorce, her body was nicely shaped with the stretch material, her ‘curves’ were very pronounced. One problem she saw, panty line and bra straps showed. She pulled the dress off and removed her bra and panties. Putting the dress back on, ‘Oh, what a difference,’ she thought, ‘maybe shorten the hem a bit, I might not have to buy drinks. The wolves seem to have money to hit on us women.’ She sat on the bed and pulled up a pair of thigh high stockings and then slipped her feet into a pair of five inch pumps. As she was standing in front of the mirror thinking, ‘God, I’ll make a lot of men hard.’ She then heard, “Oh, my God.” She turned her head and saw Julie standing in the door way. “What do you think,” she asked Julie, “do you think I should start dating again?” Julie’s eyes were wide open and she said, “Yeah, date, but that dress is close to making you look like a prostitute.” Marsha said, “It’s still in fashion, in fact the newer fashions, the dresses are mesh or knit, they show off more than this.” The next day, she wanted to thank her boss. Marsha went to Mr. Williams’ office and as she knocked, the familiar “Come” was heard. She entered and said, “Thank you Mr. Wil...er...Jackson, sorry. I got my refinancing done, but still way behind in the budget. I thought about what you said, and yes, I need to break out of my shell and date. Maybe Mr. Right is waiting for me.” Jackson thought it may be too soon, but he wanted tell her about some extra work. He knew his wife could set her up where she would not have to bother with a budget. His erection was pushing against his pants as he ogled her body. Jackson said, “I’m glad that can help. I’ll keep my eyes and ears open for anything that could help.” Marsha smiled and said, “Thank you, you’re the best boss a girl could have. I could kiss you if it wasn’t inappropriate.” “I wouldn’t mind that,” said Jackson, “but we’re at work.” He again surveyed her body and wondered how tight her pussy was for his big black cock, he would love to stretch her pussy. He knew his wife was going to be ravaged again. His problem, his wife couldn’t take his entire length without pain. Marsha returned to her desk, she was thrilled that her boss was so nice and eager to help her. She thought, ‘Yes, if he wasn’t my boss, I would kiss him, not just a peck, but a full open mouth kiss. He deserves a reward for his interest to help an employee, even one on the low end of the totem pole.’ Friday, Marsha was eager to get home and shower. Her first duty was to hem the dress she planed to wear. She wanted the hem to fall between her knee and the bottom of her ass cheeks. She was going to be daring, knowing that the dress looked better without the panty line...so no panties or bra tonight. The hem modification done, she slipped the dress on and bent over. A bit too short she thought, but no time to change it now. Just bending over slightly, her bare ass and pussy were on full display. She felt her vaginal fluids oozing at the thought that bending would cause men to have erections, nope, the hem was going to stay where she put it. Marsha finished her prepping and slipped on her heels. She admired herself at the mirror. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘the heels really define my calves, God I do look sexy.’ As she left the bedroom, she entered the living room where her daughters were watching a program. Both girls turned and gasped and almost in unison, “Wow, we haven’t seen you look like that since you divorced dad. It is a bit short, but there are shorter dresses out there.” She smiled at their compliment and heard them tell her not to drink too much. Marsha said, “I have a taxi coming, so I wouldn’t be drinking and driving.” Just then she heard the cab honking. She blew the girls a kiss and walked out the door. Marsha felt guilty, she was way beyond her budget and here she was spending recklessly on a cab and a few drinks. She saw the driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror and his smile let her know he could see up her dress. She felt naughty and slightly spread her legs to show her freshly shaved pussy. She knew at least one man was going to have a hard-on tonight. It was 8:00 and the bar was buzzing, people everywhere. She had to search for a place to sit. Finally, she spied a vacant stool at the bar. She would have preferred a table, but there was only one vacancy at the moment. She wasn’t used to climbing onto a high stool and it caused the hem of her dress to ride up above the lace of her thigh high stockings. She didn’t plan on this dilemma, but there was nothing she could do about it. She ordered a drink and as it was placed on the bar, she heard, “I’ll get that.” She turned to the voice, and saw a tall man standing next to her. She thanked him, thinking that it was helping with her budget. They exchanged names and chatted as she nursed her drink. She noted that he wore a wedding band and she said, “Thank you for the drink, but I don’t plan to be the ‘other woman’.” The man immediately said, “Oh, I’m in an open marriage, it’s OK.” Marsha said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t get involved with married men, open marriage or not.” As he finally left to find another woman, she wondered if that was a line her husband had used, ‘open marriage’, my ass. She had several drinks delivered to her from ‘anonymous’ men when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see who was tapping her. Her eyes bugged out when she saw her boss. “Jackson,” she said, “what a surprise to see you here.” Jackson said, “I have a booth over there.” pointing. “I’m here with my wife, Cherry. I spotted you and she told me to invite you over.” Marsha was stunned and took his hand as she slipped off the stool. She brushed the back of her dress down, knowing she was being exposed. She was amazed at the size of his hand as he led her through the crowd. At the booth, he introduced Marsha to his wife. Marsha said, “Yes, we met briefly at the company party.” Cherry said, as she patted the soft seat, “Come sit. I’m glad to see you again, Jackson has talked to me about you. You are more beautiful than he has described. I remember now from the company party, you’re drop dead gorgeous.” A drink was delivered to Marsha as they talked. Cherry said, “Jackson has been worried about you, it seems your divorce has caused some financial problems. We have discussed a way for you to add to your income.” Jackson quickly stood and said, “first, I want a dance with this beauty.” He took Marsha’s hand and led her to the dance floor. It was a slow dance and Marsha slowly closed into his body. Soon, Jackson pulled her tight and she could feel his cock pushing against her belly. Her head fell to his shoulder as he said, “It’s true, I did tell my wife how beautiful you are.” Marsha couldn’t hold back, she turned her head to him, said, “Not at the office.” She pressed her lips to his. She stayed against his lips and opened her mouth for his tongue. Their tongues danced together as Marsha unintentionally ground her stomach into his hard cock. She did nothing to discourage his hands from feeling her bare ass under her dress. The music ended and they pulled apart. Back at the booth, Cherry said, “God, you looked good together. I liked seeing Jackson’s hands on your ass. Did you feel his big cock? It is big, you would love it stretching you open.” Marsha was now red. She said, “I’ve never been with a black man,” as she felt a hand on her thigh, but it wasn’t Jackson’s, it was Cherry‘s. Cherry said, “You’ll love it. Before Jackson interrupted me, I was going to say, I have a business partner and we would like to talk to you about a second job, maybe an hour or two after work, a couple days a week, but mostly on the weekends.” Without thinking, Marsha turned to Cherry and kissed her on the lips. “Oh, my God,” Marsha apologized, “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry.” Cherry put her hand beside Marsha’s cheek and pushed her lips against hers and opened her mouth for her tongue. Marsha was stunned, but let their tongues mingle as she then felt the hand on her thigh move up under her dress. Cherry’s hand rested between Marsha’s legs, the palm pushing against her vaginal opening. Marsha was stunned, the hand didn’t move, just pushed against her vagina. She was waiting for fingers to enter her, she didn‘t care that they would be a woman’s fingers. Her vaginal muscles were spasming as the nerve endings from her brain reminded her need to be fucked, fingers or cock, she didn’t care. Cherry pulled her lips away and Marsha gasped and nervously asked, “What, ugh, what is this part-time work you talked about?” Cherry said, “Not now, I will call you and we will sit with my partner to discuss the details.” Right then, Jackson pulled Marsha from the booth. Marsha got up to dance again. Marsha melted her body against Jackson, feeling his cock push against her stomach again. She again put her head on his shoulder and turned her face to his neck. She began to lick and kiss his neck. Marsha smashed her lips hard to his as she searched for his tongue. They kissed for a long time as his hands were once again pulling her naked ass tighter to him. “Humm,” moaned Marsha, “your hands feel so good.” Jackson smiled and said, “Not at the office.” The song ended and Marsha wanted to stay against this big black man, but they returned to the booth. A fresh drink was waiting for her. She felt Cherry’s hand against her pussy again. Cherry then said, “Baby, you need to feel how wet this white pussy is. She’s so wet, I bet even she could take your cock pushing her womb up into her stomach, I’d love to see that.” Marsha was now mesmerized, ‘A big long cock? It didn’t feel that big when we were dancing. I wonder just how long he is?’ She then felt Cherry’s hand being pushed aside as large fingers were now rubbing her labia and then three fingers were thrust into her. She sat straight up with her eyes wide open. The feeling was electrifying and she pushed her pelvis forward against his fingers. She needed to know. Her hand went to his crotch and found his pants were already open. She reached in and found a large hard object. Her hand couldn’t stretch around it and as she began to pump her hand on his cock. Being still confined in his pants, she never felt where his phallus connected to his balls. Cherry’s lips were now licking Marsha’s ear lobes as she whispered, “I told you he was big. Sweetheart, within a week, you’re going to have the best fucking in your life. He’s going to stretch your pussy wider than you can imagine. I’m going to make sure he doesn’t have sex for several days, I want him to save up for the first time his fire hose pumps his black seed deep into you.” Marsha began to tremble thinking about what she was told. From his wife no less, she wanted her husband to fuck this white pussy. After each dance, Marsha’s pussy was finger fucked. Cherry’s head was resting on her shoulder as Cherry kept whispering, “You’re going to love his cock. You will remember your ex-husband and ask yourself how he ever pleasured you.” Marsha was in a sexual daze thinking about fucking a black man, something she never fantasized about. Jackson had her vaginal juices running as she wondered when she was going to be spreading her legs for his big black cock. It was closing time for the bar and Cherry said, “Don’t worry about a cab, we’ll take you home. Here’s a $100 bill, tomorrow, go to the adult book store and buy two dildos. One about 1 ½ inch diameter, 8 inches long and the other one 2 inches in diameter and 11 inches long. With the smaller one, fuck yourself for several days, as many times as you can. Then switch to the bigger one and do the same for several days. Get your pussy ready, believe me you’ll need to be ready. Cherry drove as Jackson was with Marsha in the back finger fucking her wet pussy as she was screaming in ecstasy with multiple orgasms. Marsha knew her ‘snoopy’ daughters would be waiting and wondering if she found a boyfriend. She knew their questions, ‘What’s he like, when will we meet him, how much do you like him?’ Yeah, she knew, even tired, she wouldn’t get any rest until they thoroughly grilled her. She told Jackson, “My daughters will be at the window, acting just like my mother waiting for me to get home.” Cherry chuckled and said, kiss me before you get out. As Marsha leaned over the seat and kissed Cherry clandestinely, Jackson got out and walked around to open the door for her. She got out and thanked them for the best time since her divorce and walked to the front door. Before she got to the top step, the front door ‘whooshed’ open and Julie and Susan were there asking why she got a ride from a black couple. “Let me get in,” plead Marsha. She plopped down on the couch, smiling she said, “Two of the greatest friends one could have. He is my boss and it so happened he and his wife were at the lounge I went to. I couldn’t be luckier than having a boss like Jackson. His wife is a jewel, so nice and sweet.” She knew that wasn’t going to satisfy their curiosity. Marsha smiled at her daughters and said, “NO, I didn’t meet anyone that I wanted to date. God, Jackson is a good dancer.” She didn’t want to, but she fibbed, “Guys just do‘t know how to dance anymore. Thank God for Jackson, I got exercise from a man that knows how to dance. Maybe next Friday I might meet the man of my dreams.” She didn‘t mention that she already met the man of many wet dreams to come. A man whose wife wanted her to fuck him...no demanded she fuck him. She bade her daughters a good night and slowly made her way to her bedroom for a nice long shower and then sleep. Marsha got up and was surprised when she entered the kitchen that her daughters had made coffee and breakfast. She sipped her coffee and thought about her night, the sensual kisses from both Jackson and Cherry, the hand from her and the fingers from him...the thought was causing her vaginal fluids to coat her labia. She finished breakfast and then remembered her home work assignment from Cherry...buy the two dildos, and put them to good use. She remembered the mandate by Cherry to be ready to be fucked by her husband, get her pussy ready for that day, her first black man. Marsha was embarrassed when she went into the adult book store. Once inside, seeing so many things for ‘marital aids’, her embarrassment went away when she became curious at what was being sold. The various DVDs, books, magazines, and costume clothing...crotchless panties. Things she never knew existed. She found the dildos she needed, and she chose black, knowing she would be fantasizing about Jackson’s black cock fucking her. As she was paying for the dildos, the lady reached to the shelf behind her and brought a bottle to the counter. She said, “You will need this, at least for the first use in the pussy. I recommend a lot when you use your toys in your ass...a lot, believe me. It hurts, I didn‘t use lube my first time...it tore me up and my ass hurt for days.” Marsha’s eyes opened and she thought, ‘I didn’t think about anal sex. Cherry didn’t say anything about that. I’ve only had one thing in my ass, that was an enema my mother gave me many, many years ago.’ She added the third item to her purchase, ‘better to be safe than sore’ she thought. The girl said, “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but you can save money on the DVDs. Just check out the interracial videos on the internet, please don’t tell my boss what I said, he’ll fire me. Marsha questioned, “Interracial DVDs?” The clerk said, “I assume interracial because you are buying black dildos.” Marsha turned red and mumbled, “Yeah, you’re right. What titles do you suggest?” The clerk said, “The internet is swamped, so many white women want black clock now days. I like the gang bangs best.” Marsha’s mind was spinning. The world has passed me by, so much sex now. I wonder what my girls know? Are they aware of interracial sex, or maybe what the girl said about anal sex? I always thought the girls were open and we discussed anything...they are probably better informed than me. We haven’t discussed sex. She then wondered if her husband spent time in the adult book store, or maybe he spent time on the internet watching porn. That night, Marsha knew she needed to begin her regimen with the smaller dildo. Knowing her daughters were asleep, she decided to use her dildo as she watched interracial videos. She booted up the computer in the den, thinking about her husband, she checked the history to see what he might have been watching. Several interracial video sites were listed. Marsha was puzzled when she saw the dates visited were well after her divorce. She knew one or maybe both daughters had been watching interracial videos. She opened the first video. A few minutes, she watched a white woman screaming as a black cock was violently thrusting into her pussy. Marsha’s pussy was now flowing her juices as her nerve endings pulsed. She slid the smaller dildo into her canal. She was well lubricated so she didn’t need her bottle of lube. She soon was thrusting her groin into the dildo, her back arched and her legs began to shake. Her mind reminded her what Cherry had said, ‘be ready’. She then remembered the comment Cheery made to Jackson, ‘she’ll probably stretch to accept your cock pushing her womb up to her stomach.’ She watched some more videos. She was flabbergasted at the size of the black cocks those small white pussies were able to take. They could take the full length. She then turned her attention to her dildo. The full 8 inches were all the way into her and felt thrilling every time it punched against her cervix. She began fucking her dildo faster in and out of her pussy as she felt herself cumming. Her head dropped back, her eyes rolled upward, one hand pinched her nipple as the other continued the fucking dildo in and out. She began a gargle sound and then screamed, “OH FUCK...” She then shut her mouth to stifle her orgasm. She didn’t want to wake her daughters. Marsha had never felt such an orgasm. Sunday, her daughters left to visit with their friends. She rushed into the den and brought up another video, this time there were three black men with what appeared to her as monster cocks. They took turns fucking a white blonde. Marsha noticed that the woman had wedding rings on her finger and she kept screaming, “Bigger than my husband.” She referred to her husband all through the video as a ‘wimp’, ‘unable to satisfy her’, ‘tinny white dick’ and said her husbands cock would never touch her again. The woman vowed that she was a black slut, always wanting to be fucked by black cock. Marsha’s hand was becoming tired from violently fucking her small dildo deep into her vagina. She slowly pulled her dildo from her pussy and laid on the floor to regain her composure. She looked at the dildo and brought it up to her nose. She smelled her pussy juices that had coated the dildo with a white foam. She stuck out her tongue and licked the length of the dildo and was pleased with the taste, not distasteful. She was soon sucking the dildo trying to get the bulbous head to the back of her throat. With the dildo clean, she pushed it back into her pussy and fucked hard until another shattering orgasm caused her body to shake and spasm. She was looking forward to having Jackson’s cock, she was resolute to take his entire length, like Cherry described. Marsha walked into work, happy and with a little bounce to her walk. As she sat at her desk, the phone rang. It was Jackson and he said Cherry was expecting her for lunch. It wasn’t a request, it was an order. She wrote down the restaurant and wondered if she could afford to buy lunch. Marsha was nervous when noon arrived. She drove to the restaurant and thought about driving back to work when she saw such a ‘ritzy’ restaurant. She knew her budget was over extended. She was beginning to drive away when she was stopped by Cherry. Cherry smiled and said, “I‘m glad you came, I just got here myself. Come with me, I want you to meet my partner. Marsha sheepishly said, “Please, I can’t afford a place like this.” Cherry laughed and said, “I wouldn’t have asked you to come here if I expected you to pay.” Cherry leaned in the window and gave Marsha a kiss and said, “Get your ass out of that car and come inside.” Marsha felt better, but wondered if anyone saw a black woman kiss her. Once inside, they heard, “Over here”. Marsha looked and there was a white man waving. She noted that he was well dressed and had a body that indicated that he used the gym regularly. As they approached, Cherry threw her arms around him and gave him a long loving kiss. When Cherry broke the kiss, she looked at Marsha and said, “Get used to it. Soon people will see you giving black men loving kisses. By the way, this is my partner, Richard. She put her hand out to shake, but Richard pulled her to a tight hug and gave her a kiss too. Marsha began to scan the menu when Cherry said, “I’ve already ordered for you.” Two glass of wine were placed in front of the ladies, and Richard had a Scotch. Cherry said, “Richard and I want to discuss this part-time work we are offering you. We know you will need time to think about our proposition before you say ‘yea or nay’. Don’t reject it until you listen to what we have to say, I’m sure it will shock you, just listen, take your time to decide.” Richard said, “Cherry and Jackson have talked to me, I know you need money. Well what we offer is between $200 an hour and sometimes up to $2000 for three to four hours, that’s your take.” Marsha’s eyes opened wide, her mind began to spin. Cherry said, “Think what you will be able to do. You could start nice savings accounts for your daughter’s education, not just Junior College, but some of the best universities. You wouldn’t have to worry about a budget. Nice fashionable clothes for you and your daughters, maybe a new car.” Marsha said, “You know I work full time now. When would I have time for this work you are talking about?” Richard said, “An hour after work, maybe two, sometimes three days a week. Jackson will quietly give you early time off if you need to get ready.” Marsha was puzzled asking, “To get ready? Ready for what?” Cherry said, “You will entertain some men. It’s up to you what you want to do. Maybe dinner or walks through the park.” Marsha was skeptical and asked, “you mean to have sex, to be a whore?” Richard chuckled and said, “If that‘s what you want, you’re in charge.” Cherry said, “We provide only gentlemen, well educated and clean. If you want, you can have sex with them. Once you are introduced to them, you will be happy. You will be their escort for an hour or two.” Marsha looked down at her wine and swirled the glass. She thought, ‘what if my daughters found out, what would they say? Could I do this, the money is tempting, but to let men, strange men have sex with me.’ Cherry broke her thoughts, “don’t make a decision now, you’re going to have questions. By the way, you are invited to the house tonight, Jackson wants to talk to you. Feed your daughters, get changed and come over for dinner with us.” Marsha thought back to Cherry offering her husband to her. She did want to see the monster cock his wife boasted about. The thought of having sex with a black man sent chills down her back and her pussy was now twitching. She accepted the offer and was told to be at the house at 8 pm., Cherry said, “Oh, why don’t you wear that marvelous dress you wore at the lounge. That was hot. I’m sure Jackson would love to see you in it.” Marsha was having flash backs of the videos she had watched, she began to squirm in her seat and had pictures in her mind of Jackson’s black cock. Marsha drove back to work. She was worried that she took more than an hour. No one seemed to care that she was gone so long. She didn’t know what she should do. She knew it involved prostitution, to sell her pussy to strange men. Escort sounded better than prostitute. She thought, ‘What kind of men were they talking about? Cherry said clean and well educated, it didn’t sound like bums or thugs. I never let my boyfriends fuck me on a first date, but here I would let perfect strange men fuck me after we meet.’ Her thoughts were causing her vaginal fluids to seep into her panties. Marsha was preoccupied during work. She called her house and left a message on the answering machine. She let the girls know she would be home long enough to make their dinner then she had a dinner date with her boss and wife. At 4 pm, Jackson appeared at her desk and said, “Why don’t you leave now, I know you have to feed your daughters and change from your work clothes.” Marsha thought, ‘work clothes, I’m sure he was talking about putting on my short dress to get his cock hard.’ Marsha was a nervous wreck making dinner. Julie and Susan had most of their homework done and were happy that their mother was getting out, she was no longer a recluse since the divorce. As she was leaving, her older daughter looked at her dress and gave a look of surprise. Marsha said, “I really have no choice, sweety, right now this is the nicest dress I have. The girls gave her a hug as she was getting in her car. As Marsha was driving, she panicked and thought, ‘Oh, I haven’t used my large dildo. Maybe he isn’t planning to fuck me tonight. God, I’m not ready for his monster cock, I wonder if I can take him before my stretching program. Cherry had warned me to be prepared for his large cock. She pulled up to their house, remembering the one time she had been there, well kept and Cherry’s decorating was superb. Marsha didn’t have to ring the bell, Cherry was already waiting with the door wide open. Her dress was thin. Marsha could see her breasts and bare pussy. His wife’s body was on display as she reached out for a hug and kiss. When they parted, she was led into the living room where Richard and Jackson were seated and talking. When they saw her, they rose up and took their turns giving her long hugs and kisses. She felt Jackson’s hands on her bare ass again, as he said, “Just making sure, God that’s a fine ass, and we’re not at the office.” She heard a strange voice announce, “Dinners served.” She turned and saw a white woman wearing a lace apron, Garter belt, nylons and high heels. No bra or panties. Cherry said, “This is Gloria, she works for us and tonight she is our maid. I felt that you might want to have a serious discussion with one of our girls.” Marsha said, “Oh, yes, good idea. I have questions and I’m really nervous.” Marsha was impressed with the dinner and noticed that Gloria kept walking around the table, making sure the wine glasses were full. She also noticed that Cherry, Richard and Jackson made sure to feel whatever part of her body they wanted. Gloria then stood next to Marsha and said, “I’m spreading my legs for you, finger my pussy and see how wet I am.” Marsha was hesitant, but finally rubbed her hand up her thigh and felt her fingers get wet as they sunk into her white pussy. Gloria purred and quietly said, “That feels so good, I hope we can work together some time.” With dinner finished, they went to the spacious living room. Jackson pulled Marsha to the couch with him and Cherry and Richard sat together in a facing couch. Gloria brought their wine glasses in and stood by the door to wait for any orders. Marsha then saw Cherry with her legs spread wide as Richard was finger fucking her. Jackson leaned to her ear and said, “Richard is her lover, my cock is too long for her.” It wasn’t long before Cherry opened Richard’s pants and had his cock exposed. Marsha was impressed, she saw a fat long white cock. Even Richard‘s cock was much larger than her Ex-husbands. Cherry was now on her knees taking Richard’s cock deep in her mouth. Marsha felt Jackson’s hand on her thigh and moving toward her pussy. She did nothing to stop him...she had no intention to stop him. She pushed forward when she felt three large black fingers entering her white pussy. Her hand was soon exploring his crotch. She rubbed up and down, not able to feel where his cock began and where it ended. She knew Cherry was not just bragging about her husbands cock, she was warned that her pussy was going to be ruined. That thought frightened her a bit. She rolled off the couch and knelt between his legs. Marsha was frantic, she pulled his zipper down and grabbed his pants and briefs down together. He rose up to allow her to get his pants to his knees. Marsha finally saw the object of the ‘rumors’. In front of her was a fat coal black cock, she estimated it to be eleven inches long semi-hard. The veins running up and down his shaft were thick. The bulbous glans a bright purple and seeping pre-cum as the foreskin was pulled back. Marsha was quick to begin licking the pre-cum as her hands worked the shaft to a rock hard erection. She did her best to get two inches of his loving cock into her mouth as her hands massaged his huge balls. Jackson said, “Whoa, girl, I don’t want to cum yet. I saved my seed for that tight white pussy.” Marsha looked up and gave a pleading look, He the said,“You’ll have plenty of time to taste my cum.” He pulled her up and placed her on the couch with her legs spread wide and her dress pushed up to her waist. His face dove right into her vaginal opening as his finger began to strum her clit. Marsha felt an orgasm building when she was sucking his cock, but now she was shaking and screaming. Her legs were squeezing against the side of his head as her hands were pounding his shoulders. Marsha had never cum this hard in her life. She remember her ex-husband only gave her mild climaxes...some times. Jackson pulled away to allow Marsha to breathe and calm her shaking. She then felt a hand on her pussy. She focused and saw Cherry rubbing a lubricant in and around her labia. “You’re going to need it,” said Cherry. Jackson pulled Marsha up and placed her over the arm rest, her pussy open and ready. She was expecting the pain, but once the bulbous head first entered, she felt the stretching, but very little pain. A slow inch was then pushed in and the pain began, but she didn‘t care, she wanted that cock deep in her pussy. More and more of his cock slowly pushed toward her cervix. She began to push back as the pain was becoming pleasurable. The whole house seemed to shake with the echo from Marsha’s screaming, “FUCK ME, GIVE ME THAT BLACK COCK. FUCK ME, FUCK ME.” Cherry and Richard smiled at each other, they knew Marsha was going to be one of their whores. Marsha was in the throws of an earth shattering orgasm, getting better each time that giant black cock was thrust into her. She looked down between her legs and saw three inches left. She screamed, “GIVE ME ALL OF IT, I WANT IT. PUSH MY PUSSY INTO MY STOMACH, FUCK ME DEEP. FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEE.” Marsha felt mild pain now, but was proud that she was able to take the entire monster cock fully into her tight white pussy. Jackson asked, “Do you like black cock?” Marsha smiled and mumbled, “”God yes, don’t stop.” Cherry leaned into Marsha’s ear and asked, “Do you want to fuck our black customers?” “Oh, FUCK, FUCK,” Marsha began to cry, “FUCK YES, I WANT BLACK COCK. FUCK ME.” Jackson was impressed that this little white pussy could take his entire cock. He kept ramming into her cervix over and over until he felt his balls churning. Jackson said, “Where do you want it babe, I’m going to bust a nut.” “FUCK IT IN ME,” yelled Marsha, “GIVE ME THAT BLACK SEED. FILL MY PUSSY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME.” Cherry smiled as she watched her husband give a final thrust, held tight as his balls began to twitch. With his guttural groan, She knew her womb would be leaking cum for the next few hours. The look in Marsha’s eyes was carnal lust. Her body was spasming as she felt Jackson’s cock throb as his cum was pumping deep in her womb. Marsha laid over the arm rest, her legs continued to shake and spasm as cum began to seep from her open enlarged pussy. She was then rolled to the floor where Gloria knelt next to her and said, “That’s what it’s like, good black cock.” Marsha looked into her eyes and said, “That was unreal, are all black men that good?” Gloria said, “That’s all I fuck...black cock. Cherry and Richard provide the best...all with 8 inches or longer. I think your questions have been answered. You did better than me, like Cherry, I couldn’t get his whole cock in me.” Cherry and Marsha smiled at each other. Cherry said, “We’ll talk tomorrow, I’ll give you all the details. Right now, here’s $500 for a great show. You made Jackson a very happy man tonight. I can‘t take him that deep, your pussy is very special, he’s going to want you again.” Marsha smiled and said, “I hope so, I want him again too.” On the drive home, Marsha was singing to the songs on the radio and was wondering when she would get her first customer. The girls were asleep as Marsha stripped. She was going to get a long soak in the tub as she reached for her large dildo in her dresser. She filled the tub and noticed something odd about her dildo. She had never had a chance to use it, but the seal on the plastic package was broken and three fourths of the shaft had a dried coating with a predominate small of pussy over the silicone rubber smell. Marsha wondered which of her daughters had discovered the phallus and used it.

Prolog We all see these guys hanging in the shadows of public places. Being afraid to make contact with a female, thinking the girl will not want talk to a guy like him. It is sad to watch this happen for no reason other than his opinion of himself. My lovely wife has always felt sorry for them. She often will smile or say hello when opportunity presents itself, just trying to brighten his day. If she is wearing a sexy top all the better for my amusement. If J wants to help a shy guy out of the shadows, and being a guy I offer my suggestions. Those usually gets me in "trouble" in a fun way. As I was saying my wife J has always had a soft spot for guys that appear innocent and shy. The wallflower. The sad sack. The Introvert. My favorite is the computer geek. I just never knew her soft spot had a soft spot. J sees the shy, insecure guys as interesting. She has made a couple of shy guys her personal projects. J can be a flirty as she tries to be open to her new shy project. Being a sweet MILf is more her natural style. I see the horny wallflowers thoughts often go directly to her boobs. He doesn’t know how to get to them but he wants them. She usually will be dressed sexy to keep his attention, IT DOES! She sometimes is slow to see what a guy is thinking but she will figure him out and act accordingly. I don’t ever get to be part of the class, but act as body guard from afar. Trying to show he has worth she will accompany him to a public place. I have seen her teach a guy to interact in public. J tells him how and what to say, be clean, dress nicely and smile. When she sees "improvement" the next class is to role play a female alone in a public setting. J wears a sexy dress this time(my idea?). The SG (shy guy) approaches her with a smile to try one of the opening lines she teaches, his opening line and her friendship is guaranteed, making the guy feel a little more at ease. J smiles at him and begins the social banter. She uses leading answers to keep him open to the encounter. Her body language is large and easy to read. The shy one usually opens up to her as time passes. At times I got the feeling her project was wanting to do more than talk, a shapely MILF body is exciting. J plays the interested lady and will take the interaction to a level she believes he can handle, to even a little touching? She teaches light touching of hands, arms,or lower back. Even upper leg touches are not unheard of if it seems appropriate for the area. The leg touching usually surprises him (and me) little at first, but smiles always follow. I often wonder/fantasize how far the touching could go? J has always been good in the roll play game, whether playing shy or sexy she has great confidence and body language control. I will vouch for her use of body language on me in private or semi-public places. That leads me to my personal favourite. I was the audience/participant. Beginning While waiting for J at our Cleveland Hotel bar. I was having a drink and talking to a young guy. I was thinking he would make a good project for her. When she finally arrived in her little black dinner dress, short hem and low cut, he shut down for a good 20 minutes. Smiles and head nods but very little conversation from him. Yep shy guy! I did see him staring at her tits. We both tried to make him feel comfortable. I kept him in beer and her in wine as my part hoping she would decide to help him. I was on my own other than as the bartender. He had started loosening up and talked to her after a few beers. He kept saying how shy he has been his whole life. Girls didn't like him hanging around, was his story. He would be a happy man to date a woman like J but that was not likely. J told him there was nothing to be shy about, any girl including her would be lucky to have him in her life. He stated being 23 he was too young to date her. J told him it was her decision who to date. She told him "If I was single I would date you". If we both wanted to be together then it would be fun and OK. I see you as a caring young man and a great lover. Boy did he turn red! This banter continued….. They were facing each other on bar stools now. Me? I was left to stand behind her. He is talking up a storm and J is making him feel good about himself and his chances with her. She told him they would go out and find him a date one way or the other while in town. This went on long enough to get them both in the buzzed zone. He kept looking at her boobs! She knew...she leaned in. I heard him say he wanted a woman just like her. I told him "not many like her around" then got us more drinks. She drank enough to smile at me then place her hand on his inner thigh above his knee. His eyes got big and then smiled at her without saying stop. I got interested at this point. J leaned forward to slowly slide her hand up his inseam then back a couple times right there in the bar. I think she did it to see how big his eyes would get. (Big eye?Yes! Masturbate in his room that night?Yes!) She watched his reaction to her touch before taking his hand to her upper leg. He smiled at her with a silly/happy grin with his hand resting on her upper thigh. J asked if he liked doing that and the head shake was a resounding yes. She moved his 5 finger feeler a little higher under her little black dress, he was inches from heaven. When he tried moving his hand away J held it close to heaven with a smile the devil should know. She devil smiled at me more than once! J moved his hand up to her side boob area. Not touching boob but really close! He had to know she had no bra that night when this was over. She never moved his hand away so I didn't see him move it. But he did, dummy. J held his hand in her lap, right over heaven, while smiling into his eyes. Shy guy smiled back as I watched J open her legs to let his hand slide into the gap. This guy was looking like a canon ready to go off. J asked him if that is what he wanted to happen the next night. Oh yes was the answer from him, though now he did not move his hand from her pussy. He looked at his hand with a virgin smile. J let him have fun while she leaned forward to cover the sight lines around us. J’s face showed the enjoyment she got too. They stayed like that while they planned in detail when and where to head out to find him a date. He wanted tonight. J said the next night would work better. She was not able tonight, she had a date with me. I thought this may turn into a double date with her being the female on both dates. More drinks and joking about her sexy body. I did start her favorite back rub toI make sure her dress was showing more boob than at the beginning. He was liking the view, she was helping him with the view. Time to say goodnight about 1AM. He was not excited about this night being over. What could he do? He had no choice but play with himself tonight. Tomorrow night was going to be his night! Out on the town with J to find a date and hopfully sex. This will be fun for me too! We said our good nights as he watched my hand all over her butt. The next evening in our Cleveland Hotel. We talked about our friend from the bar. He told her his name was Stanley, I said Stan was a nice guy who was horny as hell. J liked the idea of helping a horny guy get some confidence. J talked about How had stared at her tits most of the night. But the highlight she thought for him was her touching his upper leg, how he smiled! I told her the main thing she did was give him a boner and a great masturbation evening in his hotel. She asked if that was bad, did she go too far with him? I had to tell the truth, she did go too far being in a bar but in our hotel I would be just fine with it. J you need to consider his boner walk of shame, it was all your fault. She had sent him home sporting a pole harder than a diamond! I also let her know how horny she made me by touching and teasing him right there in front of me. I really liked seeing her devilish side, would she please do it again? She told me yes, with that devilish smile I love to see, if the situation happens again. My answer? I would be sporting a boner too. J was feeling horny from all the talk of Stan last night and wanted to stay in to "cuddle" again. Preping the room for tonight I had the blinds turned mostly open, put on my loose commando shorts and an old t shirt, . She dressed bra less in her favorite flimsy wife beater shirt and night shorts (no panties). Her nips showed through nicely. She flopped down on the couch with me. I started to rub her back under her shirt and reaching to feel her tits. I began working her shirt up with the intention of showing her to anyone outside our hotel room. J liked my game of show and tell. I wanted to show the class what I brought to school that night. I was working it up to her neck in back and pretty far up in the front to the bottom of her tits. I slid her shirt up her back then over her head so it looks like a shirt bra. I have found the shirt bra position leaves her arm holes open for my hands to explore her tits, so I did. I kept massaging her back and shoulders too. I feel her reaching back for my play thing! Yes, happy me. That is when there was a knock on the door (end back rub?NO!). We did not order food so who could be at our door? J got up to answer the door, I was excited she went to the door in that shirt! All I could think of was the pizza challenge videos! She looked through the peep hole and smiled. She looked at me and said You will like this! Opening the door J said Stan HI! The shy guy we met the night before was at the door. J jumped up hugging him around the neck. Her boobs pressed to his chest causing his smile. He was wanting us to take him out to find that date J promised him. Anyone could see we were not thinking of going out this night, plus every time J would move her tits were jiggling. When she finally turned to come back to into the room J had his hand while leading him into the room. Wow! J knew just how see through the shirt was for sure. He followed watching her tits and ass. J jiggled while leading him into our room. Our eyes met, she was at it again! After sliding the extra chair in facing our seat she sat him in the chair. He sat in the chair. J now behind him, hugged him with a tit on each side of his head. The wife beater t-shirt sort of held her tits in but not really. She flopped (jiggled) next to me on the couch. Stan had a big red faced smile. I asked him about his life again. He was shy and couldn't get dates to hear him tell it, same as in the bar the night before. He was here because J told him we would all go out while he was in town. She told him that was under the influence of wine but a promise is a promise. She would see about fullfilling the promise. Here he was wanting to go out but now looking at J's tits the chair was good too. I told him heading out was not in the cards tonight, but maybe he would like some of the wine and we could talk about going out tomorrow. I did this knowing he was watching her tits. Stan liked that idea a lot! This gets me going like nothing else! While talking J told him she promised him a date and she was determined to see it happened one way or the other. He nodded and answered "Thank You, I was worried it would not happen". I asked her “ how will you make sure he gets a date one way or the other". She holding his hand lightly, answered that she will figure something out. J offered to get wine us all wine. As she returned to us with the new bottle, he was stairing at her nipples through the shirt. Stan trying to be discrete about it but he was popping a tent....Idea. She again sat next to me on the couch. J opening the wine bottle was a jiggle fest. Stan's tent caught J's attention, she asked him if he needed help with that problem? poor guy turned red...... I draped my arm over her shoulder to ask her how she would get him a date "one way or the other" staying in our hotel room all evening? J answered us by saying the next night was the night to go out. He got a sad look before telling us he had to go home in the afternoon. J told him she was so sorry but he gets a rain check, she leaned forward to write our number so we can stay in touch. J said "You will get your fun night I promise." Stan had a not so happy smile but stared at her tits. We continued to drink wine! He had a few good jokes, then I told a couple of dirty ones about wives. After more drinks I decided to resume her back-rub with SG(Stan) sitting 3 feet in from us. Curiosity on my part wanted to see how far she would let this go. My hand started moving around her back, waist, shoulders. More wine and more laughs (more jiggles). I began reaching around her more, I found I could make eye contact with him then glance at her tits just as I would jiggle her for him. He tried not to make it obvious but he smiled at me when she settled to a stop. J kept telling him how sorry she felt about not getting him a date tonight. I whispered to loud enough for him to hear, his night is not over yet honey. Her head swung around with a sly smile, the movement made her jiggle. I did not get in trouble? Good for everyone in the room. A little more back rubbing one handed while we enjoyed the wine. She is leaning more forward toward SG. I now had access to all of her back. Slowly rubbing her back and toward her side boob while talking. Her arm pressed down on my hand, not enough to stop me but to slow me down. While this was going on he could see the jiggle while I continued. Getting in a feel every so often, J knows our friend saw it all. Stan was smiling looking at her jiggle. I now began to believe he really didn't get many dates or it has been awhile since he masturbated. This made me move to the tit area. Just a little on the side and under her breast. I knew if I went to fast she would stop me. She had her headlights full on, our friend watched, I don't know how much of this was evident or if she cared to at this point! More wine dear? Sure! Our friend had stopped trying to get us to go out. He was talking about the women he liked and the body types he liked. He said J had a perfect body type for him, to that I said we agree then. I told him J had the best boobs and with a wink to him I jiggled her again. J told me to stop that (in a VERY joking way) because our friend might feel uncomfortable seeing me wiggle her boobs. He smiled "I love this style of conversation". J loosed her arm squeeze on my hand movement. I nodded. talk; wine ;jiggle; talk; wine ; jiggle; talk. I think we have a situation. Half hour into the "visit" we had enough wine to loosen him up too. SG told J he was happy we stayed in tonight, he was having a great time right here. My wife giggled. With that I started to work her like we had a window open and alone. J seemed just fine with my idea. I massaged her shirt up. I had it to her shoulders in back, this moved the front to her under boobs. Stan stairing at her tits became quiet. J learned forward to grasp his hands then leaned back still holding his hands. He had a great view of her headlights. I poured more wine for us. She scooted her butt forward giving both hands room to roam her back, shoulders and side boobs, creating more jiggle. While we talked my hands slid to her side boobs but I didn't stop at the side. I lifted her tits higher to get her nipples clearly in sight. J laughed saying don't do that in front of my shy friend please. Stan said “oh please do that in front of me” I knew now I was not in trouble. J continued to let my hands wander while "talking" to him. J has his hands placed on her upper thigh now and letting him wiggle his wild fingers. This is getting fun. Stan what big eyes you have! Our wine bottle is getting low and her shirt is getting high. I asked if she needed more wine, while looking at SG. Our friend said please don't stop I'll get the wine. J let his hands go. I looked up from behind her the wine in me smiled at him. He smiled and got up to get us more wine, He was in the kitchen with a great big grin. While he was gone I asked J if she was having fun teasing poor Stan. She said YES don't stop. Stan returned with my hands as her bra. She sat him facing her while my hands started massaging her tits. J put his hands on her upper legs, leaning into him asked "Are you still feeling shy"?. "OH Yes", was the quivering answer... What will make you feel better, should we stop? His head shook NO with big eyes and a nervous smile . She stared into his eyes saying OK, then guided his hands to the inside of her legs getting closer to heaven. Stan said to J, what am I suppose I do? Her answer, Stan do ever feels right. Do you want more wine to relax? His eyes nodded yes. J told him she was happy the way he was handling tonight. Are you feeling excited she asked? Stan slid his hand closer to her pussy. Looking back at me she asked if I was happy with our situation tonight? I am happy Stan is happy, I don't think my answer mattered at this point. She knew what she was doing to SG. I was rubbing her bare back with harder and longer strokes that kept her shirt moving up more. Her tits moved a lot and the headlights were really on now. I know how to massage her so she loves the feeling. (All she has to do is say "stop") Usually once I start rubbing her nipples, she gets so hot she will not stop me even with windows open. Tonight it is with Shy Stan in our room. Starting to show Stan J's body At this point. J is stairing at Stan watching him enjoy the show. I massage her shoulders, arms, under boobs then repeat. She is still holding his hands near heaven. I massaged over her shoulder and sliding her t-shirt higher giving him more to see. I believe this will give him under boob views of her C cup tits. My hands are now holding her under boobs below her shirt! J asked him if he could see my hands, he smiled and nodded yes. Should we continue? The nod was yes! My hands moved to her nipples under her shirt. J let a little air escape her mouth. J moved his hands to her upper thighs. SG had the biggest nervous smile I have seen. My hands continued to expolre her tits with Stan watched from arm length and J's head lights smiling between my fingers! Stan is wiggling in his chair. His tent pole is most likely blue by now. All talking has come to a halt! This has always been a fantasy of mine. Am I about to live it today? I really want too! Why is my heart is going a 100 MPH? Letting one hand slide a little between her legs gets them spread, fingers down a little more toward her muff. I begin to finger wiggle then finger circle . It is obvious what is happening. My hand fondling her pussy, J smiled letting Stan know it was OK. J slid his hands closer to her muff. I finger wiggled, she rolled her eyes lifting her mound to my fingers and jiggled more! This is crazy! She has Stan's hands way up her open legs, mine are wiggling her clit. J seems happy doing this to/with him. I decided to slide my fingers into the leg of J's shorts to wiggle her sex the way she likes it. While doing that I brushed one of Stan's hands! He is oh so close! She looks over her shoulder with the glassy eyes I know so well. I wiggle my fingers, she smiles, more wiggles and more smiles. J turns her head over her shoulder, her eyes are closed. He watched her shirt move up as she turned to kiss me. J moved her left hand to my face to kiss me! Her shirt shows more under boob now without my help! Stan is smiling and nodding. One of Stan's hands wander up her leg. She continues to kiss me. I am using my left hand to massage her tits. She is letting me play with her nipple with Stan right there! How long can this continue with him a spectator? OH my..... My other hand is working down low, I feel her hand with his captured hand in tow. (this is a first for either of us) J placed his hand on mine. She is teaching him by braille? After a moment she pushed my hand away leaving his. I saw him looking lost, not knowing what to do. J has his hand on her shorts, not actually in full pussy contact but yes! I now need to make a decision, how far will this go? Do I have any choice at this point? I believe J has made a decision already..........Dive Dive Dive! My free hand made its way to her tits. Started to move her shirt as I touch her nipples under her shirt. She is leaning back on me and kissing me. I am rubbing her tits with him now touching her pussy. As I was rubbing her tits the shirt moved higher. I am watching her hold his last free hand. I decided to go for it and let the shirt go on up. Rub rub jiggle jiggle, kiss kiss. J is gone on her own adventure. I have both hands on her tits, but the shirt won't move any higher. Hey SG I need help here, please. Still holding J's hand but letting her lady parts go. He lifts her shirt up more. At this point I put my hands under her tits and point her nipples at the guy and wiggle them slightly. My hand returns to her pussy and the wiggle begins again down at the muff area. J’s heavy breathing continues. I look at him smile and then look at her unattended tit, is she counting the number of hands or will she care at this point? He is moving like this is new to him too. He is now sort of touching her tit shyly. Stan gets both hands on the the single tit under control. She is looking at me, smiling and kissing. Her hands start to move around and I am hoping! Yes she just started rubbing my dick on the outside of my shorts. He is watching and smiling a lot, then he moves his head in close and puts his mouth on her nipple, tongue first. Is this all because of the wine or what? I don't care I just don't want her to stop him. She is glassy eyed and I have a finger in her now, she is working my dick . I decide the shirt is now in the way and I use both hands to move her shirt over her head and off completely with no attempt from her to stop me. I put the t-shirt on Stans head and smile. J only has the sleeping shorts on now. and I am back to fingering her through the leg hole, and she is rubbing my dick. It is like he is not there,but he is sucking my wife's tit! Right there in front of me sucking on her nipple like no tomorrow. Does she care there is another active dick in the here tonight, I'm sure she knows he needs or wants something but am I ready for that? Is she ready for that? Just then my shorts get a tug. I lift my ass to let her get at my dick. J is smiling at SG as she watches him suck her tit. Her hand is caressing his head. Still feeling nervous she asked, not letting her tit go he nodded yes! Sucking her tit and still nervous? WOW. This goes for awhile till she rolls over onto her knees in front of the couch. The guy followed her tit to her upright on knees position. J waited for him to latch on again then she began jacking me! She is acting like he is not there but making sure he is having a good date! Damn, I have a wife jacking me with the SG latched to her tit! He has a hand on her butt too! OK so here we are: Me on the couch with my dick out and hard. J glassy eyed on her knees in front of me with only sleeping shorts on, a new nervous friend sucking on her gorgeous tit. OH and the window blinds have been open with the lights on this whole 90 minutes or so. J begins to suck on me nice and sexy like I like it. I am grabbing her tit showing ownership. The guy is lightly touching her all over and sucking her other tit. I think he saw how that when I moved slow, she would go along. I am thinking he is the only one with cloths on, maybe he just doesn't know what to do, is this really his first time or first shared wife experience? He has tit in one hand and the other hand reaching her pussy. Stan fondles her ass as he looks at me and mouths the words "should I put my hands in there" I smiled and said out loud "go ahead and see what happens" Can't believe I said that. **************************************************************** Anyway J pulled off my dick and looked at me with a puzzled look, I smiled(wondering what I just did). then she sort of smiled when she felt what"go ahead and see what happens" meant. I could feel her pushing back at him, then rocking around. SG is having the time of his life tonight. J went back to sucking, I went back to kneading her tits and he went on fingering her from behind and grabbing her tits. I had a funny thought here, why do I have to work for the use of my wife's tits? Shouldn't he just let me have them? I guess he does not know how long he'll be in this position to have and to hold as they say. J seems to be liking what he has to offer. I watched his mouth kiss its way down her back all the way to her butt then back up and around to her boob. J giggles looking back at her invited guest. All I can see are his happy eyes! Her eyes glaze over again, must be a win. SG is working hard to please her. Guess what happened next? J pulled off of my cock. Turned toward him and began rubbing his cock, unzipping his pants! Hey whats going on here, she is undoing his trousers! I shouldn't be surprised. She came back to me while he finished removing his pants. While his hands were busy taking clothes off she looked up at me then back over her shoulder smiling at him. He still has his underware on but there is a cock sticking it's little head out to see what is going on here. I'm thinking fast about what I should do or just let her have complete say in this. I remember thinking "thank god he is not bigger than me. Now I get a really horny puzzled look from my almost naked wife with an almost naked guy behind her. (sounds funny?) Anyway while she is looking at me as he puts his fingers back in and she gets that glassy eyed look again. We are back on track and I am happily getting sucked with a "shy" participant finger fucking my wife. He pulled his finger out and is tugging on her shorts. J moves her legs to let him remove the last obstacle to her fun tunnel. He is back to fingering my wife as soon as the tunnel is clear! We are again trying to get the best position on her tits. He wants nipple I have figured out, while I am trying for whole tits. He finally pulls his hands away. I see him lay down to the side of her tits. He is getting under her and is now sucking on her tits from below. I think he is getting a good look at the on going blow job too. He seems to be getting comfy down there. I hear him suck hard on her nipples while he is fingering her fun tunnel. Is J is having fun teaching this class? So now There are lights on in the other hotel 60 yards across from our hotel, I just noticed that! Recap; I have J on her knees giving me a wife blowjob, she is nude. I'm Happy. J's project is under her sucking on her tits, and has fingers in her. Stan's Happy. J has two males all over her body. J's Happy. He is moving around still trying to line up under her. She lifted a leg slightly to give him a better position on her fun tunnel, he took advantage of the leg lift to slide his body under her. I can feel her being moved around by her mouth pressure on my dick. I believe she has straddled him, a leg on either side of his waist. He is in position to do any number of things now. He is sucking her tits and she is humping his leg. This is getting real so I better get OK with it. Who am I kidding I am more than OK with J fucking Stan. J looked up then started kissing me. The smile told me she was OK but looked a little puzzled. So I held her and kissed her some more, this I believe put her pussy directly over his face. I did not do it on purpose, but her eyes got suddenly big, she didn't move. She did look surprised. Her eyes stayed big staring right into me! So I continued kissing her. All the while J positioned her clit over his tongue. At this point she again reached for my dick and stroked it while we kissed. I reach for her tits, finding his hands already using them, he moved his hands away. I guess her tunnel on his face was enough for the moment. The big O can't be far off, I thought. After a few wonderful minutes Stan got up. I found myself wondering if he was still nervous? I bet he was! J opened her eyes. Stan moved to sit next to me on the couch watching J jacking me. SG still looked nervous. J asked if he was OK? She told him to relax. J smiled moving one hand from me to him. Watching her jack two dicks was really hot. He was rubbing on her head and ears and then back to her tits over and over. She finally leaned toward his crotch, with a grin on that face I saw him slide his cock across her forehead, cheeks and nose then tap her on the chin with that thing saying I saw that in a movie. She laughed as she continued to jack him. She moved to Stan’s glands, Balls in hand she worked on him.That got me to wonder if we both will fit in her mouth. I was told by a voice in my head to Drop that idea. The party is on OMG now what should I do, I am thinking hard. I decided to fill her love tunnel from behind before he tries. When I begin she watched me move all the way around. I was smiling as entered her fun tunnel.. J's legs open for me and pushed back! At this point He started to kiss her, but she wound not kiss him, she did grab his dick with the one hand she was not leaning on and started stroking him again. She did it very softly as far as I could tell. I thought his dick was only about 2 lengths from her mouth and wondered what she was going to do. He kept getting IT closer to her mouth. She wasn't shy about where he was putting it, and smiled back at me. Boy is he smiling now! J asked Stan if he wanted a blowjob. Stan pointed his cock at her and nodded. J again asked if he wanted a blowjob, you need to answer me. Stan smiled big and said I need a blowjob from you J! I am rubbing my dick on her muff. Stan again went for a kiss, J moved her head again his dick was right there! J looked around to me and then turned back to him and kissed him a lot while holding his cock in her hand. I saw her eyes and the look was there. She was in the that zone, and knew I needed to fuck her now, so I pushed in. She went back and forth on me many times. Each time her head went up and then down, up and down. He finally put his hand on her head guiding her to his dick head. (I thought there she is head to head with this guy, Weird mind I guess) she did not pull away like I thought she would after the kiss thing. Maybe because she is being pushed and pulled and fucked from behind by me. On one of my pushes His head went back and his hands where holding her head down by his dick! She was not trying to move from his dick, I could see movement. J was licking the head! She did that for awhile and smiled real big. "See what you started CJ" she said then the blowjob began. I am rocking my wife’s mouth on another guys dick. J is great at BJ’s and about 2 minutes pass till he holds deep in her mouth to drop his seed. They began to kiss and she held his dick up and stroked the kind of soft cock. Stan pulled her up a by the butt, they kept kissing each other. He again took her tits in hand. Watching her kiss the guy with the blinds open forced me to hold deep and cum in her! She knew and push against me till I finished in her. I put my head on her butt and just looked at them. They were kissing and her tits in his hands. J was not slowing down, but I was. I went to the window and looked out but saw no one near us. I went to the light by them and turned it on before getting close to them again. I was just watching in amazement. She was horny, He was horny, I was soft! She looked for me and pulled me in for some kisses. She had his dick in one hand and kissing me. J told me she loved me more than I could know, but she was going to help him too. Stan had a stupid teen smile as he listened. My mind is spinning. I could not believe this was happening. I wasn't sure this was right. Stan was sure it was right! J liked the ride so far. J is kissing me but Stan had her tits. J kept frenching me as her head moved toward his cock! Slow and deep she kept kissing. Then she slows down and opened her eyes to look in my eyes for what seemed like a minute or two. I thought she wanted to say something, " what is it I said". She answered" I want to sex him" I did not get what she meant. He got a blow job, what else did she want to do? Stupid me.. I just smiled. She smiled and put her arms all the way around me and began to kiss me again, she also reach down and began to stroke my dick. We are on our knees kissing. I felt him reach between us for tit, that was not cool but she leaned back a little to let his hands in there. She pulled away from me turning to him. She started kissing him and fondling his dick, and boy was he hard again. She stood up and pulled him up to her. She now had to kiss up to him. The taller guy had his cock against her belly as he fondled her butt. She moved him near the window and the chair he had been in at the start. J sat in the chair while leading him to her and began licking the head of his dick. After a while she started bobbing her head on his dick. He was having trouble standing still or standing as I saw it. I began rubbing her back watching my wife give a "shy" bar friend a blow job! I didn't know what else to do so I continued the back rub, while watching him make blowjob faces. She leaned back to tit fuck him with licks on the end each time the dick near her. J sucked on him as she slid her pussy to the edge of her chair. The BJ slowed down as she moved little Stan toward her fun tunnel. J's hand placed his cock at her entrance. He he push his cock towards heaven. A wiggle, push, wiggle, push, wiggle and his eyes closed. J started kissing ME while he was sliding into her. She went back to him and they kissed and held on to each other for the ride he was giving her. Bam bam bam bam is the only thing I remember thinking. He and J did the bam Bam a long time as I watched. So I am hard again but no where to put it, I start working on it myself. I also noticed movement at the window. Stan stopped fucking long enough to get her over the chair and put his dick in from behind! Again Bam Bam Bam, her body was bouncing pretty good now. I went over to her mouth cock in hand, it worked! He pushed her forward and back the right amount to get a great blowjob from my wife. He was going at her pretty fast now. J had her eyes rolled back in her head as I came in her mouth! Stan finally shoved in and held it then again one last time and held it in her while he unloaded in her. He just leaned forward and laid on her. Holding her tits and smiling at me. J gave him all the time he wanted in her before she turned to face her shy "friend’s” cock. J smiled as she began to suck him clean! I thought that was for me only an hour ago. Then in a voice for him and J to hear "I thought J's body was only for me an hour ago, guess I was wrong about that." That statement brought a laugh from Stan and a smile from J while sucking Not my cock. Stan became our best friend. He thanked us over and over. Stan, J and I were relaxed and naked! J stroked him as he began to rise for another! She was ready to do him again! I asked Stan if he had enough? J said nothing as she took his joy stick in hand. CJ, I need more wine how about you Stan? So the waiter began to supply the drinks for them as she fucked him again! I was sent out to get more wine just before 1:30AM. That made me the only one in clothes. Returning to the room I got to see her blowing him through the window blinds I had opened earlier. J’s mouth full of cock. Her tits and ass in beautiful view! The other guy watching was drooling. Ok I'll finish this little bit of the story later.

All through my late teens and 20’s I was a bit of a rebel, which probably explains – at least in part – my appreciation and love for heavy metal music. I loved going to live concerts. The sound level, the heavy beat of the drums and base, the wicked guitar licks, the controlled chaos of the crowd……..it just seemed to get inside me and move through my like electricity. In my early 30’s, I was working a steady job, had a serious boyfriend, and was mostly stable and even a bit traditional. But I still loved going to the occasional heavy metal concert whenever a good band came through town. Unfortunately, my boyfriend was more of a techno-music geek, so whenever I wanted to go to a metal concert, I had to make it a girl’s night out with my friend, Audrey. She was single, a couple years younger, and a bit wilder than I was, but she was a blast and we always had a rockin’ good time. When I was about 32, a great heavy metal band came through town, so Audrey and I bought tickets to the show. That night we were both dressed to kill….Audrey was wearing a tube top summer dress, with a black and red design that looked like blood and knives. She has large, E-cup tits, which made a tube top a bit risqué, but it was right up her alley. She looked hot, and her unfettered boobs were bouncing and jiggling all night in her stretchy dress material. I wore a crop top with a heavy metal band logo on the front and spaghetti straps (so, no bra – which meant my D-cup tits were free to jiggle about, and my nipple bumps were clearly on display), along with a denim mini-skirt. I was looking pretty hot, too. Between the two of us, we turned a lot of heads that night. The concert was an outdoor event at the base of a hill, with a lit stage for the band, plenty of flashing lights, pyrotechnics, huge video screens, and LOUD music. The audience was spread out on the hill, with blankets and towels laid out for sitting on, but for this concert everyone was standing, jumping and dancing throughout every song. It was already getting dark by the time Audrey and I arrived. I knew that once the sun went down completely, the hillside would be covered in darkness, while the stage would be an explosion of illuminated chaos and music. Audrey and I picked our spot on the hill and laid out our blankets. The crowd on the hill got thicker as the concert time neared, and the two guys standing behind us – Wade and Gene – struck up a conversation with us while we waited. They were good looking guys, and seemed nice enough, so the four of us chatted while the opening band played some tunes. About 15 minutes before the headliners were to come on, I told Audrey I was going to get a beer from the concession stand, did she want one. She said she was fine, but Wade said he’d like one, so the two of us headed down the hill to the concession area. By the time we returned with our beers, it was already dark, so we could only see about 3-4 feet in front of us. As we approached our spot on the hill, I could see that Audrey and Gene were locked in a tongue-filled kiss, and that Gene had already pulled her boobs out of the top of her tube top dress. He was massaging and squeezing them with one hand, while his other hand was grabbing her ass cheeks. Gene was a big guy…..Audrey’s arms were wrapped around his neck, and he was almost lifting her off the ground as he grabbed and pulled at her tits and ass. This is right about when the headliner band came on stage and began to play. The crowd on the hill was on their feet, jumping up and down with arms flung into the air and heads bobbing to the raucous beat….Wade and I included. Audrey and Gene had broken their kiss, Audrey had turned around in front of Gene and both of them were jumping up and down with the rest of the crowd. It was kind of tough to see in the dark, but I noticed that Audrey had not put her tits back into her tube top when she turned around to start jumping up and down, and Gene had moved right up against her ass cheeks, with his hands reaching around to grab and pull on her bouncing tits. Wade had noticed, too. He caught my eye, and with a slight nod, let me know that he, too, was watching Audrey’s heavy hangers being squeezed and grabbed by Gene as they bounced up and down, slapping into each other every time she jumped. As I turned back to watch the band, I felt Wade’s hands reach for my hips and pull me back into him as we continued to jump and dance to the loud clashing music and screaming vocals. I smiled in the dark, and wiggled my ass against his crotch as we both continued to rock with the music. His cock was already stiff, and was getting harder as he kept pressing against my ass while we danced and rocked. Not unexpectedly, I felt his hands leave my hips and move up under my crop top, where he grabbed and squeezed my bouncing boobs with both hands. Even with me jumping up and down with the music, Wade was able to find my nipples, and he began pulling on them, making them become hard in his hands. With the music blasting through the air, the crazy video and light show on stage, and Wade’s hands tweaking my nipples, I felt an electrifying tingle flashing from my tits to my clit, and I could tell my pussy was drenched. I glanced over at Audrey again, and saw that she and Gene had stopped bouncing for the moment, and that she was on her knees in front of him with his jeans unzipped, and his prick sliding in and out of her mouth as she blew him. As I watched, I reached behind me and felt for Wade’s cock through his jeans. When I found it, I ran my hand up and down the length of his shaft as it snaked down one leg of his jeans. Still reaching behind me, I grabbed Wade’s zipper and pulled it down, fishing out his stiff rod and stroking up and down the entire staff. It felt huge in my hand. Long and thick, with a large mushroom tip, which was now pressing into my lower back. I glanced again at Audrey, and noticed that she was now facing Gene with her legs wrapped completely around his waist. Gene was holding her up with his hands under each ass cheek, and bouncing her up and down on his rigid pole. Audrey had her head thrown back and was screaming with the music, as Gene rocked to the beat with his cock pounding into and out of her cunt. Seeing Audrey getting hammered by Gene had me totally mesmerized and turned on. Right about then I felt Wade reach under my mini-skirt and pull my soaking wet panties down to my knees. I bent over slightly to give him the access he needed, and with a massive thrust, he slammed his big dick deep into my pussy. It was dark enough that only a few could see what we were doing, but it didn’t bother me that others saw…..in fact, it seemed to add to the excitement of the moment. Wade kept sliding his prick in and out of my cunt, as I continued to move with the heavy bass of the band and the noisy chaos of the dancing crowd. I closed my eyes, reached behind me to pull Wade’s hips hard into my ass, and felt an explosive climax rip through my body. I think I screamed as I came, but I’m not sure, because – with the crashing music from the stage and noise level of the crowd – nobody could’ve heard me, anyway. I opened my eyes and, again, looked over at Audrey and Gene. It was really dark, but I could still see them well enough to know that Audrey had come already, and was kneeling in front of Gene, jerking his cock with her hand while she licked the tip of his dick with her tongue. Gene grunted, and shot several loads of cum into Audrey’s mouth, which she quickly swallowed, then pumped the last few drops of jizzm from his prick, and shoved it back into his jeans and zipped him up. As Audrey was zipping up Gene’s jeans, Wade let go of my swaying tits, grabbed my hips, and – with a massive thrust – pushed his shaft deep inside me where he erupted, shooting rope after rope of cum into my pussy. He kept pounding his dick into my cunt until he had emptied his nut sack, then pulled his softening shaft out of me. This caused the entire gooey mess he had just blasted into me to drip out of my vagina, onto the grass beneath me, and all over my panties, still stretched between my knees. In a deft move, I quickly kicked off my panties, and pushed them off to the side, to be left on the ground for the cleaning crew to deal with the next day. For the rest of the concert, Wade stood behind me, holding me tight against him, as he reached around and continued to play with my boobs and nipples, my crop top still pushed up to my chin. We jumped and danced to the beat of the remaining songs the band played, while Wade kept his hands busy squeezing and pinching my big tits. Audrey, meanwhile, was doing the same thing, dancing and jumping in front of Gene, while he grabbed handfuls of her boobs from behind as they bounced and flopped outside her tube top. It was virtually pitch dark on the hill when the concert ended. Just as the encore song finished, I pulled my crop top down over my tits, then glanced over at Audrey, who was laughing as she pushed Gene’s hands away and pulling her tube top up over her boobs. Without saying anything, I think we all knew that this wasn’t an “exchange numbers” kind of a situation. Wade and I just shared a quick kiss, as he grabbed one last squeeze of my tits, and I patted the bulge in the front of his pants, then Audrey and I went off in one direction, while Wade and Gene headed off in another. All in all, a great concert. I still remember that night with a smile whenever I hear songs by that band on the radio.

Desi couldn't hide her disgust as she knelt at the feet of the ugly gnome-like man standing so smugly in front of her.. With closed eyes, a stomach full of butterflies, and hope beating in her heart she commenced sucking Juan's fat cock It sounded preposterous, but Juan claimed his cum contained special anti-wrinkle properties. Desi desperately prayed he was telling the truth; she couldn't bear the thought of her beautiful face getting anymore wrinkles. Focus on the end result, she kept saying over and over in her mind. Her mouth became transformed, alive with passion and recklessness, seeking the priceless treasure hiding in Juan's cock. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Previous Day Desi had it all, a stunning home set high in the hills, an older wealthy husband, a body to die for, and a beautiful face. All her friends came out to celebrate her twenty-sixth birthday party. A shiny brand-new red Mercedes convertible sports car sat in the driveway and another diamond ring adorned her hand; gifts from her husband. Unfortunately, Desi's happiness was dampened by an unexpected, unwelcome gift; she discovered her first wrinkle. Like an invisible man, Juan served drinks to the snobbish upper-class crowd on the extensive grounds. A fountain shot water up and colored lights caught each droplet. The city lights sparkled in the lower valley. He couldn't imagine living in such luxury. As Desi's girlfriends gathered around her, they all teased her discovery of a wrinkle. They said it was the start of a downward slope, and there was nothing she could do about it. Despite the extravagant party and well-wishes, Desi had a sour look on her face. She mingled with her guests and drank too much Champagne as she tried to drown her imaginary woes. The new wrinkle devastated Desi's spirit. Breaking away from the noise, Desi walked to the edge of the sharp canyon drop-off. Juan casually walked towards the hostess with a nonsensical plan forming in his head, "Good evening, would you like a fresh drink?" Desi quickly replaced her glass of Champagne. She didn't say thanks or acknowledge the server as she turned away to stare at the hypnotizing twinkling lights. In a surge of jealousy, Juan decided to have some fun at her expense. "Miss, I don't mean to interrupt, but I think I can help you." Desi disinterestedly looked at the help; he was short, ugly, with a huge nose and a bald head. If Desi had to guess, she would say he was Mexican or South American. "I don't know what you mean," she huffed, "and I don't appreciate you being personal with me." "I'm sorry, but I overheard you talking to the other ladies. May I show you a picture of my wife?" "Excuse me?" Desi got even more annoyed with the server. "I think you will be impressed, please, only one brief moment; it may change your life." Desi was perturbed but also intrigued, "Make it quick," she sighed. "Please, hold the tray for me." Juan held it out to her and Desi let out another huff, reluctantly holding the tray as Juan reached into his back pocket and pulled a photo out of his wallet. "Here is a picture of my wife," he said proudly, "she is fifty-seven." As Juan took the tray back from Desi, he handed her the photo. It wasn't his wife but his twenty-one-year-old daughter, Marie. She was beautiful like her mom, and he thanked God she didn't look like him. "This is your wife?" inquired Desi as she looked at the photo, "She looks so young. Fifty-seven? Impossible!" Juan smiled as Desi took his bait; her vain ego wanted to believe it was true. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she looked at him, trying to judge whether he was telling the truth or not. "Yes," lied Juan, "that is my wife. I have a secret cream that keeps her skin smooth and wrinkle-free." "I don't believe you," Desi snorted, "you would be rich if that were true." "It's a long story, too long to discuss with you now. I am sorry, you're right, I should never have bothered you. Excuse me." Juan took the photo back from Desi, put it in his shirt pocket, and walked away. He hadn't gone three steps before he heard her call out to him. "Wait!" Desi exclaimed much too loudly. "Tell me more. I need to know the secret." Juan saw other guests looking at them strangely. "Perhaps we could meet at a different time? When we have privacy." "Yes, yes," Desi said quickly. The thought of being wrinkle-free captured her imagination. "Can you come here tomorrow? My husband is gone at nine am, and the housekeeper is off tomorrow." "I am working tomorrow, and it would mean missing my wages." Juan looked into her desperate crystal blue eyes. "Maybe it is not such a good idea to be alone with me. What would your husband say?" "I will pay you!" Desi blurted out in an attempt to get him to meet with her. "Is five hundred dollars enough?" Juan hesitated; this was going farther than he intended. The picture was a joke. But five hundred dollars was a small fortune in his world. "You must swear to keep our meeting a secret." "Thank you. Can your wife come as well?" "No, she works as a housekeeper for the last twenty-five years at a downtown hotel." "Oh," Desi said as she gave the whole thing a second thought. If it was true and he did have a miracle cream, then it was worth the risk. "Never mind, be here at ten am, and we can talk more." "Yes, Miss." Juan walked away to hand out more drinks. He chuckled under his breath at her rashness and how easily he had manipulated her. He wondered what he could get her to do tomorrow to get his special wrinkle cream. Desi watched the ugly man walk away and thought about the picture. If the photo weren't fake, then she would give anything to keep her skin that smooth and free of wrinkles. Her closest girlfriend, Susan, cornered the ugly man. As she talked to the server her face lit up and she smiled curiously. Desi hoped the server didn't tell Susan about his anti-wrinkle cream or their plan to meet tomorrow. Desi's good mood returned, and she rejoined the party with all her friends. Throughout the night, she kept stealing glances at the ugly server with a sense of hope at staying beautiful forever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The First Meeting Juan arrived precisely at ten am, hoping he could be in and out in five minutes. Desi opened the door for him and frowned as she looked at his worn clothes. "Come in. Will this take long? I have a tennis lesson this morning at the club." "Not long." Juan forced a smile at her rudeness. He closed the door behind himself and followed her into the mansion. He bit his tongue and told himself once she foolishly gave him the five hundred dollars he would leave. "Are your shoes clean?" Desi asked. She looked down at his plain brown worn shoes, "Oh, never mind," she huffed, "the maid will clean up tomorrow. Follow me." Juan bit his tongue as he admired Desi's young body. The white tennis outfit hugged her curves, and her ass wiggled seductively. She led them to the back patio to several red-stripped padded chairs under the cover of an overhanging roof. Just beyond was the infinity-edge swimming pool giving the impression all the water was running down the steep bank. Juan saw the bustling city below and wondered what her husband did to afford such an expensive house. Juan noticed Desi's tennis clothes emphasized her breasts and the white bra underneath. He found out her short white skirt was combination shorts as she flashed him a peek when she sat down. Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tied off with a pink scrunchie. Juan sat down in the chair across from her and waited for her to talk first. "I would have canceled today, but I realized I don't have your phone number," Desi intoned in a bored voice. "So, what is this secret anti-wrinkle cream of yours, and why aren't you rich?" Juan hesitated; she wanted to be blunt, so he decided to be as well. "I don't think I will tell you, you are being very rude to me." With that, Juan stood and turned to leave "Wait!" Desi panicked as she saw her chance at a wrinkle-free face disappear. "I'm sorry. Please don't leave." "You have the money? You promised me five hundred dollars." "Yes, I will get you a check." "No, I think not. It is best if your husband doesn't know about me." "Okay, yes, give me a moment, and I will be right back!" pleaded Desi. "Please, sit down!" Juan returned to his seat and waited. His daydreaming of living in such a fancy home ended when Desi returned with five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills and passed them over. "My name is Juan. What is yours?" "Destiny, but my friends call me Desi." "Well, Desi, maybe destiny brought us together. No? If we are going to work together, then you need to call me Juan or Sir." "What do you mean work together?" "I see the horrible wrinkle on your face!" Juan's eyes surveyed her face. "That is just the first of many. Soon your whole face will look like a dried-up prune!" Juan saw Desi shiver at the thought. "Come closer to me." Desi leaned forward to let Juan look at her. She jumped but remained seated as he cupped both sides of her face in his calloused hands. His brown fingers massaged her cheeks and forehead. He frowned and kept repeating deep groans over and over. "Is it bad?" asked Desi, from worry and disgust that he touched her. "Not yet, you may have caught it soon enough. Once a wrinkle is there, you cannot take it away, but my cream will stop new ones." In fact, he could not see any wrinkles on her smooth white skin. "Really? Whatever it costs, I want it!" "Unfortunately, I only have enough cream for one person. So, it is either you or my wife." "Can't you make more?" "I do every day, but not enough for two." "I don't understand? Why not?" Juan looked at the pretty woman. This woman would never look twice in his direction, but now she listened to his every word like a disciple. He looked into her eyes then lowered his gaze to her breasts; they looked so cute in her tight top. Desi screamed desperation in her eyes and body language. It was now, or never he thought. "The magic is in my cum. You need to smear it on your face to stop the wrinkles from forming." Desi's mouth opened in shock. "What? How dare you!" she screamed, "Get out!" Juan smiled fully at her for the first time, and Desi saw he was missing several teeth. His brown eyes held no sympathy, only amusement at her outburst. "If I leave now, I will never return, no matter how much you beg me," Juan threatened. "You will grow old and wrinkly, and your husband will throw you away for a younger woman with smooth skin." Juan suspected Desi was vain enough to believe his lies. He imagined the turmoil she was going through; the consequences were all that mattered to her. Even though Desi was repulsed, she wanted to believe with all her heart that Juan did have a magic anti-wrinkle cream. "How do I even know your cream works? All I have seen is one picture, and it could be anyone." Juan pulled out a small worn photo album and gave it to her. The pictures were of him and his wife taken over the past twenty-five or so years. The first photos showed a younger Juan and his wife, and as they progressed, you could see Juan's face age, but his wife stayed the same. Desi noticed with growing excitement the woman's body and face remained young and vibrant! She remained wrinkle-free! "I believe you!" Desi said with more enthusiasm than she intended. Desi's body and facial expressions gave away her excitement, and Juan knew she was a blonde bubblehead in love with herself. The photos he showed her were doctored by his daughter using Photoshop. Juan smiled; she believed his lies. The chance to do more overwhelmed his mind. "If you want my cream, I want to see you naked, or I will leave and take my secret with me." Desi wanted to scream at him again, but she held back. He was right; once her face started getting wrinkles, her greatest fear was her husband would trade her in for a new model, and she would have nothing. That is how she ended up with her current husband, and the prenup she signed made it clear she would get nothing in a divorce. "How do I know your cream works?" asked Desi, "I only have your word." "And the photos, but you are getting ahead of yourself. What are you willing to do for my magic cum? What could you possibly offer me that would make me deprive my beautiful wife of her daily dose?" As Desi thought about what she could offer him, Juan leaned forward, and she tried her best not to cringe as he caressed her face again with his hand. "Such a beautiful face, what a pity it will soon fill with many more wrinkles." Juan sat back, waiting to see the extent of her misery. "Anything," whispered Desi as she cast her eyes about, avoiding Juan's unyielding brown eyes. "I would do anything." "I won't force you to get naked. But I will leave in ten seconds if you don't," Juan said with a big smile on his face as his tongue peeked out of the space between his missing teeth. His exploitation was an opportunity to have a memorable fuck, and who knows, maybe get more money as he preyed on Desi's insecurities. "Can we go into the house? Somewhere more private." Juan looked around and saw none of her neighbors had a view of her covered patio. "No," he said firmly, "this is fine for now." "Are the pictures real?" asked Desi one last time. Fear and confusion added to the clock ticking down in her mind, she became paranoid that this was her one chance at staying beautiful "Your ten seconds are up!" Desi jumped at Juan's announcement. She never dreamed she would let a stranger treat her like this, let alone such an ugly man. "Wait!" she exclaimed. The chair squeaked on the concrete as Desi pushed it back and stood to face Juan. She hated his smug smile, big nose, and bald head; she hated everything about him. This whole thing was surreal, but the images of Juan's unchanging wife in the photos were astonishing proof his cum did contain a magic formula. "Good girl, come close to me. I want to touch your young body." Juan placed a hand on each of Desi's bare white thighs, and she shivered at his touch. He rubbed her strong legs moving up until his fingers were under her tennis skirt, finding attached shorts. The elastic waistband expanded as he slowly pulled her bottoms down until he exposed her white lace panties. He left her skirt/shorts at knee level and leaned in to smell her pussy. Her scent was strong. He pushed two fingers between her legs rubbing her panties and reached behind her with his other hand to find she was wearing a thong. Her bare ass felt good and his fingers squeezed roughly. Disgustingly, she stood still as this ugly man fondled her body. Common sense screamed at her to stop this insanity. She needed to control the ceaseless torment of belief and doubt. Her muscles tightened at Juan's prodding. "Did your husband fuck your cunt this morning?" She cringed at the "c" word; she had always hated it. "Yes." "Did you wash after?" "No." "Why not?" Desi didn't want to reveal her fetishes to this man, but she had no choice. "I like to keep his cum inside me." "Look at me while I play with your cunt, This is turning you on, isn't it?" "No!" Desi lied to Juan. She tried to maintain eye contact, but he looked like a deranged pervert. Never in a million years did she imagine this happening to her, right in her own home. Juan's fingers moved her lace panties to one side, and he rubbed her tiny folds. He tried to push his index finger into her and found she was tight, like a virgin. "You have a tiny cunt," laughed Juan, "does your husband have a tiny cock to match?" Desi wanted to tell this obnoxious little brown man to fuck off, but the risk was too high. Her small opening was one of the reasons her husband had married her. Juan had guessed right; her husband's cock was barely four inches when hard and skinny as her little finger. They were a perfect match for each other. "Please, Juan, god made my pussy too small. Your finger is hurting me." "Oh, Senora," Juan smiled, laughing at her discomfort, "soon you will have something much bigger in you." Reality set in for Desi and she tried to get away. Juan's ugly face prophesized future pain and agony. "I can't do this!" Juan was powerful from his years of heavy labor, and he easily held Desi in place. Her attempt to break free lodged his finger deeper inside of her tight hole. She tottered in place with her knees bound by her tennis skirt as she bounced from one leg to the other. "Oh fuck!" Desi moaned. "Please no more!" "Stop it!" yelled Juan, "Stop your sniveling, or I will leave!" Desi looked down at Juan's irate face. It felt like he had his fist in her. She tried to relax, her breath coming in gasps. A total stranger had his finger in her pussy, and he just threatened to put his penis in her. It was all too much for her. How did she get into this absurd situation? "If you want my special cum you will do what I say!" Juan stood up to look into her eyes. They were both about the same size at around five foot two. Juan kept his finger in Desi as he brought his face right up to hers. "I want you to kiss me like we are lovers. If you don't, well, I think you already know the consequences." Desi's blue eyes starred into Juan's dark brown ones. She was acting like a fool, but in her heart she wanted to believe his claims. "You have to earn my cum," he said, frankly. When Desi did not answer, he wiggled his finger in her. "Are you ready?" "Yes!" Desi exclaimed, "I want what your wife has. I want to be wrinkle-free!" The illusion of beauty made her vulnerable and drove Desi to do what Juan asked. She threw her arms around him, and her lips met him, hesitantly at first, with her eyes firmly closed to block out his disgusting physical features. Desi felt his tongue try to gain entry to her mouth and fought against it. Only when he wiggled his finger did she relent and open her mouth to him. Now he was violating two of her three openings, and she knew would also take the last one. Juan's chest pumped out with his good fortune. The snobby, young wife was putty in his hands. Every time he wiggled his finger into her tight pussy she would dance on her tiptoes. He did not know if it was in pain or pleasure, but right at this moment he didn't care. She was kissing him now and sucking on his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. Her pussy was getting wetter, and his finger was able to move easier, so he increased the speed and depth of his uninvited invasion of her body. Each push of his finger elicited a new moan or squeal from the ditzy girl. This new intoxicating power overshadowed Juan's ordinarily calm and accommodating demeanor. For the first time in his life, he felt like an alpha male. Desi hated herself. This despicable little man had excited her. "Oh fuck," Desi moaned. "What are you doing to me?" Juan was pleased with himself; he had taken control. Her tight pussy was leaking heavily with her juices and probably her husband's cum. Her head was nestled on his shoulder as she worked her hips on his finger. He grabbed her blonde ponytail and pulled her head back to look at her pretty face. Desi's glazed blue eyes filled with lust and shame. "Take your top off, show me your tits." Desi did not argue; she crossed her arms and pulled her top over her head, dropping it to the concrete floor, exposing a white matching lace bra. In a couple of motions, the bra found a spot on the floor next to her top. Desi tried to cover her breasts, but Juan slapped her hands down. Desi had small breasts and always wore padded bras to hide their size from everyone. Juan tried not to laugh at the size of her breasts but could not help himself. "Really?" he laughed, "This is what you were trying to hide? My teen niece has bigger tits than you." Juan's laughter and taunting further demeaned her. "I'm sorry," Desi said for no apparent reason other than humiliation. Juan continued to laugh as he pinched one of her nipples between his fingers. "So, you have small tits and a matching cunt. You were lucky to find a husband who doesn't want a real woman." "I know," said a defeated Desi. "That's why I need your cream; I need to stay beautiful so I don't lose my husband." Juan stroked her face and looked at her in a new light. She may be a half-witted woman, yet she was no different than him. They both had day-to-day struggles. Desi's face winced as Juan withdrew his finger from her vagina. Her orgasm was building against her own free will. When Juan presented his finger to her lips, she sucked on it, tasting her juices and her husband's. "You have a big finger," she whispered. "Bigger than my husband's penis." "Are you kidding me? Wait until you see my cock then!" "Juan, we need to talk," begged Desi. "My pussy is very tight, but I have learned to use my mouth to please men. I promise you will not be disappointed." "What about your ass?" "Sometimes," answered Desi hesitantly. "It depends on how big the man is." "Take my cock out," Juan ordered. Desi reached for the zipper on Juan's worn pants; her hands were shaking at the thought of seeing his cock. She reached into Juan's off-white underwear and circled her hand around his warm penis. She tried not to gasp at the size. He was not the biggest she had touched, but several times the size of her husband. As soon as Desi's fingers touched his cock, Juan almost lost it. Her small fingers stroked him in his underwear. "Look at it; tell me what you will do with my cock." Desi pulled Juan's cock out into the morning sunshine. "This is crazy," she mumbled to herself as she got her first look at his cock. "You're too big for my pussy. I can suck you, though, and maybe if we use lube, you can use my bum." Juan knew he should leave with the five-hundred-dollars, but his lust would not let him. Never had a beautiful white woman been so intimate with him. "Suck me, get on your knees and suck my cock into your pretty mouth. Show me you deserve my cum." Desi couldn't hide her disgust as she knelt at the feet of the ugly gnome-like man standing so smugly in front of her.. Her tennis skirt gave her knees some comfort from the harsh concrete surface but not much. She was surprised to find his cock smelled fresh and clean as she nuzzled her face into him. It had been a long time since she had a cock in her mouth that had substance. With closed eyes, a stomach full of butterflies, and hope beating in her heart she commenced sucking Juan's fat cock Focus on the end result, she kept saying over and over in her mind. Her mouth became transformed, alive with passion and recklessness, seeking the priceless treasure hiding in Juan's cock. It sounded preposterous, but Juan claimed his cum contained special anti-wrinkle properties. Desi desperately prayed he was telling the truth; she couldn't bear the thought of her beautiful face getting anymore wrinkles. Juan's cock grew in this foolish woman's mouth, her oral skills were excellent, but he did not want to come too soon. He loved the power he had over her. He pushed his cock all the way in her mouth. With a firm grip on her head, he held her nose against his stomach. Desi sucked in air as soon as Juan's cock left her mouth. "You bastard!" she exclaimed as tears rolled down her face dragging her mascara with them. "You almost killed me!" Desi tried to get up, but Juan held her down, "I thought you said you could suck a cock," he scolded. "That was a pitiful attempt. I don't think you want my special cum. You are a skinny, white, spoiled rich girl. Are you willing to give up all this?" Juan asked harshly, as he waved his arms through the air at the house and pool. "I don't know you, and I don't like you." Juan stepped back one pace. "In fact, maybe I should give my cream to your girlfriend. She was interested too and said she would pay me more than you." Desi panicked as she looked up at Juan, "NO!" she pleaded, "It was that fucking Susan, wasn't it? She has always been jealous of me!" "Maybe," said Juan as he flashed his toothless smile at the new name. "Susan said you fake everything and would fake it with me." "That bitch! She is the one with a fake nose and tits! Wait till I see her!" "If you ever mention me to Susan, you will never see me again. Is that clear!" Desi put aside her anger. This was more important than a petty dispute with her soon-to-be ex-best friend. "I'm sorry, you are right. Please tell me what you want. Please, Juan, let me try again," Desi begged as she re-grouped. "It's just been so long since I sucked a cock as big as yours. I can do better!" "Take my cock in your mouth again. You will not hit me, and you will not try to escape. When I am ready, I will come all over your face. Or perhaps you would like me to call Susan instead?" Juan did not have a mean bone in his body, but this rich woman brought out a different side in him. He resented her privileged attitude. Desi never said a word. She opened her mouth, and with pleading eyes, looked up at Juan. She sucked madly on his cock, using all her old tricks. She sucked him as deep as she could and dreamed of being beautiful forever. Even if she had to do nasty things with Juan, it would be worth the humiliation. Desi vowed there was no way that bitch Susan would get HER cream. "Very good," said a pleased Juan, "that is much better. You like sucking a real man's cock, I can tell." Juan loved her new attitude. There were still several inches to go, and in one motion, he buried his cock to the hilt, past her gag reflex. His strong hands held her there as he waited to see if she would panic. "That's much better," Juan praised. "Remember Susan will always be available if you don't please me." Desi struggled to stay calm. Just the mention of Susan's name infuriated her, and she sucked harder. Juan pulled out and gave Desi a hard stare. "My cum keeps my wife young and beautiful, She rubs it on her face, and it stops the wrinkles." "How often does she have to do this?" Desi asked hesitantly. "When she was younger, only once a week," said Juan, "but now that she is older, she needs it every night." Juan looked at Desi and shook his head. "If I give my cream to you, then my wife will have to miss out once a week, and she will start to age. I have not decided if you are worth the sacrifice. Perhaps I should meet with Susan first and see what she has to offer?" Desi recklessly thought she could just give Juan a quick blowjob, get the cream and then never see him again. This new knowledge changed everything. One thing she vowed was her fucking girlfriend would never get Juan's magic potion, no matter what. "So, we would need to meet every week? And you would come on my face?" "Yes, and of course, you would need to pay me five hundred dollars each time." Juan could not believe this silly woman was so dumb as to believe his story. "If I decide you are the one, then you will also allow me to fuck all your openings." he continued, "even your tight cunt." Desi went white at that thought; she knew the pain would be unbearable. "Would you be satisfied with just my ass?" Desi desperately asked. "Would you like me to call Susan?" "No," Desi said in defeat, bowing her head and cursing silently at the thought of Susan being more beautiful than her. "Yes, you can fuck my pussy too." "When you are with me, it's called a cunt," Juan corrected, "now tell me what I can do to you every week." Desi saw there was no compassion in Juan's eyes. She had to make a choice, "Juan, please meet with me every week so I can receive your special cum. I want you to fuck my mouth, my cunt, and my ass and come on my face. I will do whatever you ask of me." Juan wanted to scream out to the world in celebration; this beautiful young white woman was his to fuck every week until she realized there was no magic anti-wrinkle cream, and best of all, she was going to pay him to do it! Like the best poker player in the world, his face showed no emotions. "You will be my willing sex partner, and you will pay me," he confirmed, "and in return, I will provide my anti-wrinkle cream to smear all over your face." "Yes, I agree." "Good!" said a smiling Juan, "I think it is time to see how tight your cunt is! Do you have any lube, or do you want me to use your spit?" "Do you have a condom?" Never in her wildest dreams did she contemplate having unprotected sex with such an ugly man! "Do you have a disease?" said Juan as he stroked his fat cock. "No, but..." Desi started to say. "Then it will not be necessary," interrupted Juan, "I will fuck you bareback, and my cock will go in all your holes." Desi knew that sound traveled quickly from estate to estate, and she did not want the neighbors to hear her scream when Juan invaded her pussy with his big cock. "My lubrication cream is in the bedroom," Desi said, "can we go inside, please, Juan?" Her pretty face looked at him anxiously. "You want to fuck me on your husband's bed?" he laughed. "Maybe we can invite him to watch next time?" Desi froze at that suggestion, "NO!" she screamed. "Fred must never find out!" Juan's laugh was so loud Desi knew her neighbors heard him. She had to get him into the house quickly before one of them called her. "Fuck me, Juan, fuck my cunt! Let's go inside now," Desi pleaded Juan reached out and helped Desi up. As she bent over to pick up her clothes, Desi realized her mistake when she felt Juan's hand on her back. "Stay like that; I want to look at your ass and touch you. Hmm, such soft skin." Juan murmured. "Pull your cheeks apart for me." A shiver ran through Desi's body as Juan caressed her bum. She jumped when he pushed his thumb into her bum. "Please, Juan, can we use some cream? You're hurting me." Juan switched to her cunt and pushed his finger into her once more. "Okay," he said as his finger went in easier this time, "I can't wait to feel your tight cunt on my cock!" Juan pulled his finger out and slapped her firm ass. "That's for making such a fuss," said Juan at her surprised face. "Hurry before I slap your ass again!" Desi grabbed her clothes and hustled to the patio door, knowing Juan would be right on her heels. This time she held the door open for him and let him enter first, showing him some respect. "My bedroom is just down the hall." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for taking the time to read my fantasy. If Chapter 1 tickled your fancy, I appreciate your vote and any comments.

Across the street. ”It was a million to one fluke” Tony Philips thought to himself as he finished copying the videotape and ejected it. Removing it from the recorder he went downstairs and out of the house only to return 2 minutes later minus the tape. Then taking, a deep breath, he picked up the phone and made a brief call before going upstairs to look surreptitiously out of his bedroom window. A fortnight earlier it had been Tony’s birthday and his parents had presented him with a video camera. Tony had wanted one for ages and was delighted, but like all things technical he had some difficulty mastering it. So when he came to use it one afternoon it was with some annoyance that, having left it on his bedroom windowsill, he found it had been switched on all day and the batteries were flat. He put them on charge and went off to do something else. It wasn’t until a week later when he was reviewing some of what he had videoed that he got the shock of his life. As the tape came to the point where he thought it finished it suddenly cut to a shot of the house opposite, taken out of his bedroom window. Baffled, Tony left it running as he tried to figure out why he had this shot and it took couple of minutes to realize what had occurred and laughed. ”Twit” he said out loud to himself and was reaching to turn it off when he saw somebody walk up the drive .He paused, out of curiosity, just to see what happened, as his camera had been pointing at the house of the biggest snob in the street, Susan Thompson. Tony didn’t like her, she had caused him nothing but grief all the time he had lived opposite her, she seemed to reckon that she was as cut above everybody else in the street and generally treated her neighbours with disdain. She had been particularly cold towards Tony, ever since he had put a football through one of her windows several years ago. Tony knew she was some form of office manager at a bank, but exactly what he didn’t know. She always dressed smartly and Tony couldn’t help but notice her largish breasts when he did occasionally see her. Tony watched the video as the mystery man approached her door; to the young observer the man was behaving furtively as he ran the doorbell. The door opened almost immediately and Susan ushered the man inside. Tony hit the freeze frame, his mouth dropped open as he continued to stare at the screen, he watched in disbelief. Mrs. Susan Thompson was naked, no that wasn’t quite true. She’d opened the door fully to her friend, clad in a black lacy basque, which only real function was to hold the wide black suspenders to her black stocking tops. On her feet she wore patent leather high heels with double ankle straps. Whilst the quality wasn’t good it was clear enough that the prim and proper Susan Thompson was completely smooth between her legs and her breasts were as large, firm and completely natural as he’d ever suspected they would be. With nice large pick nipples, just as he liked. Tony hit the play button again, Susan had the door pulled fully open as if she was begging to be seen, the man entered, and walked around her once a smile on his face, she was laughing. The man embraced her. So she was having an affair of some sort behind her husband’s back. She was now trying to push the door closed, but the guy held her tight, although she wasn’t protesting too much, because one hand of her was already in his trousers. He caught a brief glimpse of his hard cock as she slid to her knees and pushed the door closed. Tony almost came off knowing what was happening behind the door. Tony continued to watch but there was little to see and then suddenly he heard a key in the front door lock. ”Hello, Tony” his mother called as she entered. Tony quickly ejected the tape and hid it in a drawer……. With his thoughts returning to the present Tony, peering out of his window; didn’t have to wait long before he saw activity across the street. Susan Thompson slowly opened her door, looked round quickly and then picked up a package off her doorstep. The package, which had been placed there minutes earlier contained, edited video highlights of Susan’s indiscretions from a fortnight earlier. The door closed and Tony decided to watch TV for a while, his nerves on edge as he thought what might happen if his plan went wrong. But then he imagined Susan watching the tape and smiled, as he thought about what she must be wondering to herself. He forced himself to leave it a full hour to give her both time to watch the tape and then to start sweating before he turned off the TV and went to the phone. Knowing that her husband was out he surmised that she must have watched the tape by now so with a trembling hand he quickly punched in her number and waited. After five rings the phone had still not been answered and he almost lost his bottle and put the handset down. But he forced himself not to and two rings later he heard Susan’s phone answered and a female voice say ”Hello” ”Susan Thompson?” he enquired ”Yes” she answered warily, “who is this?” ”Never mind that” he replied, trying to sound firm but in reality he was virtually quaking in his boots, “I take it you’ve seen the tape. ”Who is this,” Susan snapped angrily, “How dare you.” ”SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” Tony shouted down his phone, which caused Susan to fall silent. He had expected this and was just following his plan. ”The tape you have is a copy. I have the original” he explained “and I am very tempted to make copies for your husband, your sons, and all your neighbours. Richard heard a gasp and then there was a silence at the other end of the phone before in a cold voice Susan asked, ”What do you want?” Be at the end of the road tomorrow a 6pm.” Tony told her and put the phone down before Susan could say anything. He breathed a huge sigh of relief and calming himself down returned to watching the TV. The next part of his plan was already worked out and he grinned as he thought about putting it into action. But conversely there were nagging doubts in his mind that it might all go wrong and he’d find himself in trouble. The following night Susan Thompson was waiting at the end of her street at the appointed time. Her train home from work had been late and as a result she didn’t have time to go home first, instead arriving at the road end straight from the station just three minutes prior to 6pm. Ever since the phone call the previous evening and her subsequent viewing of the tape her mind had been in turmoil and the worst thing was she had no idea who was doing this to her. Many times she mentally kicked herself for being so stupid. Her husband had been away and Simon was staying overnight with a friend. She had invited one of her work colleagues, with whom she was having a brief fling, home. It had only lasted a few days, she thought better of it and in fact he only came to her house once and that one occasion was when they had been video taped. She also kicked herself for accepting the dare from Donald to greet him dressed like that. A dare that had sexually excited them both, leaving her door wide open and then in their haste not drawing the curtains in the bedroom. Now she was no doubt going to be blackmailed for her indiscretions, not only did her blackmailer threaten to give her husband a copy of the tape but also her son Simon and the neighbours. Susan shivered; it was a dark breezy evening although not too cold for November. But her office attire was not particularly suited to standing on draughty street corners. Dressed in a charcoal grey business suit with a thigh length skirt she pulled her rather thin coat around her, not that it offered much protection, finishing only several inches below her waist. It was fine for her usual brisk walk from the station but not for standing around in the cool evening air. Not liking high heels Susan was shod in a pair of black flat shoes and being quite tall she could get away with it. Susan was not the best of people to work for normally but her staff at the office had, that day a particularly rough time as she had constantly thought about the tape. ”Evening Mrs. Thompson” A voice jolted her out of her musings and as she looked around. Tony Philips, the boy who lived opposite, stood next to her leaning on his bike. ”Good Evening” Susan replied not disguising her coldness for Tony. ”Waiting for someone?” Tony enquired ”None of your business,” Susan snapped, now annoyed, “Would you just go away” ”OK” Tony said smiling and as he got onto his bike he added, “So you won’t be wanting the video.” ”WHAT?” Susan cried looking at the lad in horror, “You?” ”Correct” Tony confirmed. ”Give me the tape now you little pervert.” Susan demanded angrily, “or I’ll go straight to your father.” ”Go on then” Tony replied, “and I’ll distribute the tape like I promised.” Susan glared at him her face going red with rage, although being dark Tony couldn’t see this but after half a minute she knew she couldn’t risk going to Tony’s father so instead she asked, ”What do you want,” in the sternest voice she could muster, “I suppose its money you are after.” ”Nope,” Tony replied simply and silence then resumed for 15 seconds until Susan added, ”Well what then?” ”I have plans,” Tony said grinning, “Do you know where St Nicholas’s Church is?” ”I’m not sure.” Susan replied warily ”Well, in that case you can follow me” Tony informed her as he climbed onto his bike and set off along the pavement. As he rode he let the relief wash over him, his nonchalant behaviour and grins had all been an act in reality he had been petrified. He had spent a sleepless night worrying about the implications of what he was doing and earlier that day he had considered calling the whole thing off. He managed to force himself to keep the appointment and now was glad he had, Susan Thompson was well and truly in his control. ”Wait for me,” Susan called after him and set off walking at a brisk pace. Tony waited at the next junction for her. Look,” he said, “I haven’t got all night, I suggest you run,” ”Get lost” Susan snapped, she wasn’t going to be ordered about by a teenage boy. ”I’ll wait for you at the church then,” Tony suggested, “if you’re not there five minutes after me then I’m going home and you don’t get the tape.” ”OK,OK” Susan conceded and as Tony set off once more she muttered, ”Bastard,” under her breath. Not having the faintest idea where the church was, religion not being her strong point, she set off after Tony. The narrow hem of her skirt severely hampered her progress and the best she could manage was a sort of trot. Despite her best efforts she soon fell behind and was greatly relieved to find Tony waiting for her a bit further up the road. ”Trouble with the skirt,” Tony asked. ”Yes,” Susan answered only slightly out of breath, “its not designed for running,” she explained trying to remain calm. ”Then take it off.” Tony told her in a matter of fact voice. ”SOD OFF” Susan cried angrily shocked by the suggestion. ”I’m not waiting for you again,” Tony warned her, “It’s your choice, but don’t forget I’ll only be at the church 5 minutes. ”Shit!” Susan moaned, she knew when she was beaten and looked nervously up and down the road. Fortunately for her it was not a busy road and there were few cars and no pedestrians around. Even so she was still hesitant but, finally, with a glance at Tony who was leaning against his bicycle trying to look bored she went between two parked cars. Another nervous look around and then a pause as a lone car drove by preceded Susan crouching down and wriggling out of her skirt. Tony was slightly annoyed that this spectacle was hidden from his view but the sight of an embarrassed Susan re-emerging from between the cars holding her skirt in front of her more than made up for it. ”I’ll look after your skirt” Tony informed her and held out his hand. Susan felt her face burn red as slowly she reached out and handed Tony her skirt and was glad it was dark. Once she had handed it over she tugged her coat down as far as it would, but it didn’t cover much at all. She cringed as a car passed by which momentarily lit them both up, long enough for Tony to see that she wore bright red panties. It was a strange feeling for Susan as she stood in front of Tony with the chill of the night air on her bare thighs between where her hold up stockings finished and her jacket hem began. She dreaded what might happen next. ”Off you go then,” Tony said interrupting her thoughts, “I’ll let you go first, take a left at the end of this road and I’ll catch you up before you need to make another turn.” ”Do I have to?” Susan pleaded not relishing the thought of having to run through the streets minus her skirt. Worse still it was just a teenager who was making her do it. ”If you want the tape, you do” Tony responded and the added, “Off you go.” Susan sighed and set off in the direction indicated. Tony watched her go, admiring the sight before he looked at the skirt in his hand, shrugged to himself and then threw it over the garden hedge next to him. ”That will give somebody something to think about,” he thought to himself as he pedalled after Susan. As promised he caught up with her and led the way to the church. Staying about thirty yard ahead of Susan, Tony cycled at a steady pace, fast enough to keep Susan jogging but not quick enough to lose her. He frequently looked over his shoulder, both to make sure he wasn’t getting too far ahead and also because he liked the sight of Susan running without her skirt. One thing was certain; she could go much quicker without it, whether this was because she could move more easily or because she wanted to get the ordeal over as fast as she could. Tony wasn’t quite sure but either way he wasn’t bothered. Susan was reasonably fit and had little trouble keeping up with Tony. Her thoughts were more on not being seen and she realized that the sooner they got to the church the better so she pressed on; glad she wasn’t wearing high heels. Still deeply embarrassed she nearly died when she had to run past several people out walking. Only one person, a young man noticed her lack of a skirt and whistled at her. This caused Susan to increase her pace until she was out of his sight. She was just beginning to tire when she saw that Tony had stopped ahead of her outside a church. Seconds later she came to a halt next to him and breathing deeply she didn’t wait to be told but slipped through the gate into the churchyard and away from road and the possibility of being seen. She failed to notice that Tony no longer had her skirt with him as he wheeled his bike after her. Away from the road she felt less vulnerable so she challenged Tony, ”Why are you doing this?” Tony thought for a moment, no longer nervous, and then answered; ”Because the opportunity arose and also because I want to get my own back on you. ”Own back?” Susan asked, mystified. ”Yes,” Tony explained, “Ever since I accidentally broke your window you’ve treated me coldly.” ”I’m sorry”, Susan said trying to placate him. ”Also,” Tony went on, “you are probably the biggest snob in the street and I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to take you down a peg or two.” ”I’m not a snob,” Susan said indignantly, not really believing that this lad was talking to her like this, but very concerned as to where events were leading. Tony said nothing for a few seconds as he gazed at Susan’s ample chest heaving up and down in the gloom of the churchyard. Then he suddenly said, ”Take your coat off.” ”Why,” Susan asked thrown off guard by Tony’s sudden change of direction ”Because I say so and because you have to if you want the tape” Tony told her in a very firm voice. In fact a voice that was firm enough in its tone for her not to try arguing but instead do as she was told. She unbuttoned it and took it off in a short space of time before placing it over a gravestone that was conveniently situated on her left. ”Now the jacket,” Tony told her as soon as she faced him again. ”But…” Susan tried to say ”NOW!” Tony snapped and Susan began to slip out of it without protest. She put it on top of her coat and shivered in the night air as she turned back to Tony, folding her arms as she did so. Tony looked at the half dressed woman in front of him and once again his attention was drawn to her breasts. He could not resist asking, ”What size are your tits?” ”None of your business,” Susan snapped with a sudden flush of anger at being asked such a personal question by this youth. This was despite the fact she stood in front of him minus half her clothes. ”Wrong answer,” Tony told her, putting on a cold voice, “Take off your blouse” ”N..No, I’m sssorry,” Susan stammered realising her error, “They’re 36D” ”That’s better, politeness costs nothing, “but you can still take off the blouse” ”Oh please, No.” Susan protested in despair. ”You do want the tape?” Tony asked Susan didn’t reply, her head slumped forward in defeat and she started to fumble with the buttons on her blouse. She slowly worked her way down until they were all undone and then she undid the ones on the cuffs. Tony didn’t rush her; he was enjoying every moment of humiliating the woman who had been the bane of his life for the past few years. Without further prompting Susan slowly removed the blouse and placed it with the rest of her clothes. She didn’t turn back this time, instead staying facing the gravestone and rubbing her arms in a vain attempt to keep warm. Despite the lack of light Tony could see that like her knickers her bra was red. ”Face me” Tony ordered and watched with delight as the woman reluctantly turned towards him. As the teenage boy looked her up and down Susan felt a stirring in her loins. ”Put your arms by your side.” He then added Susan did as she was told but said in a small voice as she did so, ”Haven’t you seen enough,” ”Do you think I’m going to stop now?” Tony laughed ”Oh please,” Susan begged, at the same time feeling her cunt becoming more aroused. ”No chance” the teenager tormented her further, “Lets see these 36D’s then. Susan pushed her shoulders back and thrust her chest out. ”No” Tony laughed, “I want to see all of them. Susan froze chest still stuck out. ”You mean…” she started but failed to finish. ”Yep” Tony told her, “dispense with the bra” Now visibly shivering with the cold Susan moaned and slumped her shoulders. ”Do you want the tape,” Tony asked her when she failed to make any further movement. ”Yes” she mumbled sadly as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra. Several moments fumbling followed before she succeeded and wriggled out of the garment trying to cover as much as she could of her naked chest from Tony’s gaze with her arms. Once it was off she carefully draped it over the gravestone upon which the rest of her clothes, except her skirt of course, rested. With eyes now more accustomed to the darkness Tony was able to see his neighbour quite clearly and took a moment to gaze at her cringing in front of him. ”Time to lose the stockings,” Tony told her and without protest she started to kick off her shoes. Removing them was not going to reveal any more flesh to Tony so Susan saw little point in arguing. She pushed her shoes to the base of the gravestone with her foot and then set about peeling her right stocking down. This turned out to be highly amusing for Tony watching her lowering her stockings with one hand whilst trying to keep her breasts covered with the other. It was a hopeless task and on several occasions one breast or the other swung free and Tony was treated to the sight of her frantic efforts to preserve her modesty. When she finally got it off Susan put it on top of the rest of her clothes and repeated the exercise with the other stocking. Once again her breasts refused to play the game and kept escaping from behind the arm that was supposed to be hiding them. Tony was almost disappointed when she placed her second stocking with the first but before he could say anything further Susan said in almost a whisper, ”Please let me keep my panties.” ”Of course you can keep them,” Tony told her and her relief was all too evident at his seemingly generous gesture. ”But,” he continued after a brief pause, “I’ll keep the tape if you keep them.” Anguish immediately replaced the look of relief on her face. She was now facing the prospect of stripping entirely naked in front of a teenager and once again cursed the indiscretion that had got her into this mess in the first place. What surprised her though was how horny she was getting. ”Time to make up your mind” Tony said jolting her from her thoughts, ”What’s it to be?” Once again Susan knew that in practice she had no real choice and with a last despairing look at Tony wriggled her panties off of her hips and down her thighs before letting them drop to her ankles. This was accomplished one handed, as with the stockings, although this time she managed to keep the breasts confined. She carefully stepped out of them and quickly put the red panties on top of the rest of her clothes. She slipped her feet back into her high heels. As she placed her free hand over her crotch the moon chose that moment to come out from behind the clouds and bathe her in white light. She wished the ground would open up and swallow her up as she stood front of Tony, totally naked and acutely aware of it her pussy starting to ooze its juice. She squirmed with embarrassment as she looked at the pile of clothes lying over the gravestone next to her and wished she was wearing them. Instead she had no choice but to try and cover her body from Tony’s gaze with her hand and arms. She didn’t really notice the cold and the fact that her teeth were chattering as with one arm across her breasts and her other arm covering her crotch she half crouched in front of him feeling utterly humiliated. Tony on the other hand was enjoying every minute of watching her discomfort, he had managed, by pure chance, to reduce the biggest snob in his street to a state of naked humiliation and not surprisingly he was grinning from ear to ear. ”Get on your knees” Tony suddenly ordered and Susan slowly struggled to do as instructed whilst trying to keep herself covered. Eventually she managed, only to be told, “Put your hands on your head” by Tony. When she didn’t move he repeated the order, ”Put your hands on your head” this time more sternly and then watched as most reluctantly Susan removed her hands from her chest and placed them on her head. Her face burned with shame but to her horror Tony then said, “Get your knees apart,” This time, knowing that her cunt lips were glistening wet, she looked at him with pleading eyes and managed to whisper, “Please, no” ”You want the tape?” Tony asked in reply and after a small pause she bowed her head and shuffled her knees a few inches apart. ”Further” Tony snapped and mortified at the thought of what she was doing Susan forced herself to spread herself a bit more. ”Keep going” Tony encouraged her and the wretched woman stifled a sob and moved her knees even further away from each other. A last Tony was satisfied that she could get them no further apart and told her to stop. He then took his time to admire the woman in front of him who was now lewdly displaying herself. He took his time and even walked round her a couple of times. Susan just stared straight in front during the time Tony inspected her, so sexually aroused that her cunt was literally throbbing. Tony saw some streaks of fluid running down her thigh and thought perhaps she had pissed herself. When Tony decided he had seen enough he picked up her clothes from the gravestone and came round to her front. Crouching down he piled them in a heap in front of her before retrieving her shoes from the foot of the gravestone and placing them on top of the pile. “Just two more things and the tape is yours,” he said. ”OK” Susan mumbled just wanting to end the ordeal over and get out of her current position, “What do I have to do?” Unzipping his fly and worming his erect cock out of his pants he held it before her face and said, “Suck my cock”. For the first time that evening, Susan uttered no protest, by now she was so horny she wished she could fuck his cock. Her compliance didn’t go unnoticed by Tony. Instead she submissively took his cock into her mouth and started to suck. As Tony groaned and came in her mouth almost instantly he grabbed Susan by the back of her head and pulled her face tight against his crotch forcing his spurting cock down her throat. She gagged but he held her tight until his cock stopped pulsing and spurting. While Tony was shooting his load down her throat Susan spontaneously climaxed and screamed her pleasure around the cock that was gagging her throat. Tony thought she was screaming in disgust and as his cock softened he withdrew it from her mouth and tucked it back in his pants. Then Tony reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette lighter and threw the lighter in her direction where it landed more or less between her spread knees. He said, ”Set fire to your clothes” ”You can’t be serious” Susan cried. ”Yes I am” Tony replied. “I’m very serious.” ”I won’t do it” Susan told him, “I’ve done enough, I’m going to get dressed and leave now” and with that she started to reach for her clothes. “STOP” Tony said sharply which caused Susan to freeze. ”Your clothes are going to burn” he told her in a menacing voice, “I poured lighter fluid on them so they will burn easily. I can have them on fire before you could get one single item back on, but if I do it I’ll distribute the tape.” Susan looked indecisively at her clothes for a moment then up at Tony. ”Well?” he asked, “What’s it to be?” Susan still did not move and looked back at her clothes once more. Nothing happened for thirty seconds, the air heavy with tension until Susan reached down between her legs and with a trembling hand picked up the lighter. Her hand was shaking so much as she flicked it, it wasn’t until the fourth attempt that she got a flame. She started slightly as it flared up to nearly a 3-inch flame in front of her face; Tony had been very considerate and adjusted it so it wouldn’t blow out. She then paused staring at the roaring lighter before moaning, ”Oh my God” and reaching forward applied the lighter to her clothes. The lighter fluid had soaked in well and in seconds they were all alight and blazing merrily. Susan watched the flames with a kind of morbid fascination until a thought jolted her. ”How do I get home,” she suddenly asked looking over the fire to Tony. He shrugged in response, ”That’s your problem, but I will keep my word and the DVD will be delivered to you tomorrow.” ”But I’ve nothing to wear, how can I go home like this.” Susan wailed looking down at the remains of her clothes, which were now little more that a pile of smouldering ashes. ”Like I said that’s your problem” Tony repeated and without further ado he got onto his bicycle and before Susan could protest he rode off and left her still on her knees. It was in the evening about week later that there was a knock at Tony’s front door. Being the only one home he had to answer it himself and was somewhat startled to see Susan standing there. He had given her the tape as promised and since then had only seen her twice; on both occasions she had not surprisingly ignored him. To see her on his doorstep now had him momentarily lost for words. Susan found her voice first; ”I know you are alone so can I come in” she asked nervously, ”Er yes,” Tony answered and stood back as she entered at the same time noticing she was clutching a DVD. She was dressed in a raincoat and high heels with a scarf around her neck. ”What can I do for you” he asked trying to sound relaxed as he closed the door and turned to face him. ”Here” Susan said and thrust the tape out at him. ”What’s this?” Tony queried declining to take the proffered DVD. ”It’s the tape of me,” Susan blurted out, “I want you to have it back.” ”What for?” Tony asked incredulously Susan blushed and looked at the floor, ”Well?” Tony pressed her after a few moments ”B..BB.Because……” she stuttered, “I..I w..ant you to make me earn it back again.” Susan’s sexual excitement had been building ever since she had decided to pursue this adventure further and by now her cunt was dripping wet. ”Are you serious?” Tony said in a state of near shock” ”Yes,” she whispered looking at the floor, she was now bright red flushed and having difficulty breathing. Tony thought about it for a few seconds and then said, ”What the hell” and snatched the tape from her hand. But then, never knowing why but perhaps to prolong her humiliation, he stopped and said, ”Last chance, you’ve got 60 seconds to change your mind and ask for the tape back, after that it’s too late.” Back in control of himself once more Tony looked at his watch for a minute whilst Susan stared nervously around the room and wrung her hands in front of her. Tony was already regretting offering her an out. ”Times up” Tony announced, “Wait here” and with that he quickly went upstairs to his bedroom to secrete the tape. He felt on top of the world as he came down the stairs but also knew it was getting late and his parents would soon be returning. He walked past Susan and into the kitchen returning holding a bin bag. ”Remove all your clothes and put them in this,” he said, and held the bag out to her. Susan took it and slowly undid her raincoat, she slipped it off underneath she was dressed exactly like she had greeted her lover two weeks before. Fully exposed in front of her teenaged neighbour at her own volition her pussy was squirting juice. Now she sank to her knees and kissed the front of his jeans before starting to extract his cock which was hardening. Greedily she sucked it into her mouth. He reached down and grabbed a breast in each hand, squashing her lovely breasts, cruelly, but it excited her. ”Hurry up,” Tony snapped, “Unless you’d like to greet my parents.” Susan started and looked up at him. ”Yes, they’ll be home soon.” Tony informed her. This spurred Susan on and very soon she was bobbing her head on his penis, she hadn’t reckoned on his parents coming home so soon. She heard him sight and then his spurts hit the back of her throat. She sucked him till he was soft again and he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Looking down at the penitent housewife, Tony said, “hey your pissing all over the carpet, get the hell out of here” her pussy juice had dripped a tiny dark stain onto the pale carpet. He shouted at her as he grabbed her by the arm opened the front door propelling her out into the night. As soon as he had slammed the door behind her, he went up to his bedroom, picking up the black raincoat of Susan’s on the way and was looking out of his window in time to see the naked woman scurry across the road towards her house. What he didn’t see was Susan’s hand at her crotch as she scurried furiously frigging her clit, which caused her such an explosive climax that she stumbled and almost fell, her legs weak from the intense release. Tony smiled to himself; he was definitely in for some fun, and maybe his father too. He had overheard his dad Mark say to a friend how he would like to fuck that stuck up bitch, Mrs. Thompson up the arse. Maybe Tony would fuck her up the arse too. And maybe after Tony tired of playing with Mrs. Thompson he would leave the tape in his dad’s car where his dad would eventually find it. Perhaps even before Tony tired of her. No reason why both of them couldn’t be enjoying her at the same time even though Tony’s dad didn’t have to know it. To be continued….

I graduation from secondary school as an “A” grade student. I had focused on nothing but study. So at 18 I sat not knowing what to do next. My parents wanted me to go to University but to study what. I decided to take a gap year and think about it. Dad wasn’t not happy and Mum just nodded. About 2 weeks into my “think” Mum and I were shopping when we ran into the woman next door. I knew Marie Newton, she was a friend of Mum’s. They were both the same age – around 40. They were chatting and Mrs Newton asked what I was doing. I said “nothing” and she said she hated gardening and would I like some pocket money. Gardening? I wasn’t excited about it but Mum said it would be good for me to get out of the house. So I reluctantly agreed. Monday morning I went next door and told Mrs Newton I was ready to work (a lie). “Call me Marie my dear” she said and showed me what she wanted me to do. Frankly, the backyard was a jungle. I wondered why he son didn’t fix it. Troy was a couple of months old than me and was also finished school. He was working in his Father’s office apparently. Also taking a gap year. Obviously gardening wasn’t his favourite pastime either. Anyway Marie showed where the tools were and I got to work. It was slow hot work and after about an hour Marie came out with cold drinks. We sat in the back porch. She started asking questions. What did I want to do with my like? What plans did I have? That sort of thing. Of course I had no idea. I got back to work and went home at lunch time. All that week I would work in the garden and over a cold drink each day Marie would ask questions. Each day they got a little more personal. It was Thursday and it got very personal. Did I have a boyfriend? Was I a virgin? Did I watch pornography? Did I touch myself? I was getting very embarrassed. I answered truthfully and she was smiling. I got back to work but my mind as racing. I was wishing I hadn’t answered truthfully. Did she really need to know I orgasmed watching porn? Friday was very hot and I enjoyed my cold drink. She didn’t ask any questions but said I looked very hot. “Sue, why don’t you stop now and go and have a nice shower?” she asked. Now I could have gone home. It was only next door. I should have but for some reason I decided to shower there. So began my adventures. I went inside, undressed and got under the shower. It felt so nice. I had been under the shower for maybe two or three minutes when the shower door opened and in stepped Marie. She was naked. “What are you doing?” I screamed but she stepped close to me and her hand pressed up against my pussy. “No” I cried but her fingers were already rubbing my clit. I moaned and surrendered. No-one but me had touched me there and I couldn’t stopped her. I didn’t want to. She started to kiss me and I kissed her back. Our tongues were entwined and I could feel my orgasm building. My legs went weak and I clung to her as I came. “Do you want to stop?” she whispered. I just shook my head. I came every stronger the second time and she stopped. I began to realise why she was asking those personal questions. This was re-enforced when she told me she lusted after me. “I want to lick that sweet pussy” she said and I wanted it too. I guess I wasn’t the first female she had done it to and I came again. It was like a real pornographic movie. I had seen it often but in real like it was amazing. I got dressed and went home. “You looked flushed darling” Mum said. “It is very hot” I said and rushed to my room. That night I had three orgasms thinking about Marie. I came but it wasn’t nearly as strong as how I felt with her. Marie had said she had more for me to do on Saturday. I admit that I was shaking when I arrived. I wondered if she wanted to make out again. I was right. She had no plan for gardening. We sat drinking coffee and she asked how I felt about yesterday. “Did you finger yourself last night thinking about me?” she asked. “How did you know?” I replied. “Well I was thinking about you too honey” she replied “my husband couldn’t understand why I was so turned on”. She smiled at me and said “would you like to see our sauna?” We went to the back of the house and she showed this room. It was hot inside. “Why didn’t we get undressed and hop in” she said. We got undressed and went into the sauna. Marie may have been around 40 but she was very fit. I guess I haven’t taken much notice yesterday because of the state I was in. She was slim with a firm body and firm breasts. Her pussy was shaved like mine. I shaved to look like a porn star. We sat and my whole body was tingling. I wondered how long it would be before she touched me again. I wanted her too. I guess we had been in there about 5 minutes when suddenly the door open and in walked her husband Steve and son Troy. Both naked and both erect. I gasped. I looked at Marie but she smiled. “Hello darlings” she said “nice of you to join us”. Both Steve and Troy were looking at me and grinning. My face, already red from the heart in the sauna got redder. I said hello and stared at their erect penises. My brain was screaming “RUN” but my body was glowing. Marie and Steve were chatting away as if we were all just sitting in a lounge. Troy, on the other hand, was just giving me sly glances. Rather than be embarrassed or upset I was getting turned on. My pussy was tingling. I had never felt this excited and at same fearful. Where was all this headed? “Come on everyone” Marie said “time to get out”. We all walked out and Marie led the way to the main bedroom. “Lay on the bed Steve” she said. “Sue, why don’t you sit on Steve’s face?” Now I had seen this on videos. “I would rather she sat on my cock” Steve said. “Oh no you don’t” Marie said “Sue is a virgin and you are not going to pop her cherry”. I did as Marie suggested and straddled her husband’s face. His tongue immediately hit the spot. I moaned and Marie smiled “Yes darling, he is an expert at oral sex. Trained him myself”. I watched shocked as she bent over and began to suck his cock. But not as shocked as I was when Troy moved in behind her. She groaned as he obviously slid into her. It obviously wasn’t the first time as her moans revealed. I began to feel my orgasm building and I began to moan loudly. My orgasm made my whole body shake and as I coming down for my high I felt Steve groan as he came closely flowed by Troy pleasing his Mother. We untangled and just lay there. Each of us savouring the moment. “You better have a shower Sue” said Marie “Troy, go and help her” I was shaking like a leaf when I got into the shower followed by Troy. He kissed me and reached down and began to rub me just like his Mother had done the day before. I moaned and with his other hand I pulled my hand to his cock. I gripped it and he moaned. “Get me hard Sue” he whispered and knew what he intended. It did take some time but he was getting hard and I had already orgasmed. “I am not on the pill” I whispered. He smiled “I know, Mum told me. It will be ok. I will wear a condom”. There was no doubting what he had in mind and I wasn’t going to fight him. I wanted it. We got out of the shower and dried each other. His hands on my body had we trembling all over. He took my hand and led me to his parent’s bed. “Is there you have sex with your Mother?” I asked. He just smiled. “Come on then, come to my bed” and he led me up the hallway and into his room. He put on a condom while I watched transfixed. We started kissing and he again fingered me. Then he climbed on top of me and began to slide his cock into my virgin pussy. I felt pain at first but slowly the pain subsided and I felt pleasure like never before. I clung to him as he groaned. I didn’t orgasm that first time but still I felt relief as he pulled out and we kissed and cuddled. We went back to the main bedroom and got dressed. “Are you ok honey?” asked Marie as we walked into the lounge. I smiled as I knew she knew what had happened. “Walk Sue home Troy” called out Marie and Troy walked me back home. Mum and Dad were sitting on the front porch. Troy said hello, gave me a peck on the cheek and left. As I walked to the front door Dad grunted “that Troy is a real mummy’s boy” he said. I laughed and thought “oh Dad, if you only knew how true that is”. That night I touched myself but I was still a little sore. Still, thinking about the day was enough to get me off once before I fell asleep. Sunday I spent trying to comprehend what had occurred the day before. My relationship with Marie and how it made me feel. The sight of Steve and Troy and what happened after. Watching Troy have sex with his Mother and then losing my virginity to him. My Mother asked why I seemed distracted but there was no way I could, or would, try to explain it to her. I would have to work it out myself. What would I do on Monday? Could I face Marie after what had happened? So many questions.

I’m processing what happened yesterday. I’m totally out of my comfort zone. Dealing with nudity is not my strength. Somehow I always mange to sexualize it. My daughter Ava and her mom Debbie, my late partner, used to go to nude beaches to get perfect tans without lines. It didn’t bother them. “It’s natural. It’s just a human body. Everyone’s got one,” are things Debbie used to say. Ava didn’t seem to be bothered by nudity either probably due to Debbie’s positive influence. I’m not really bothered by nudity either the problem is just that I get sexually aroused when I see attractive, nude female features. I can’t switch that off. I’ve tried going to the nudist beach with Debbie and Ava but I didn’t like it. Seeing Debbie’s full breasts and the beautiful shape of her body in broad daylight – I couldn’t help but think back about all the fantastic sex we had. And worst of it all Ava my own daughter looked like the younger, hotter version of Debbie. I really didn’t want to be exposed to her gorgeous young, nude body. I found myself struggling not to get aroused by the nudity. It didn’t take long and I had to start lying on my belly to hide my excitement. I found that too embarrassing and stopped going to nudist beaches. Because of that Debbie and Ava sometimes made fun of me and called me prudish and uptight. Ava was quite comfortable being nude around me yesterday when I gave her a bed-bath, but I couldn’t help but notice that she got aroused by it. I am surprised by that. That’s the last thing I expected, her being a nudist. Shouldn’t she be used to nudity and therefore not get aroused? A thought is hitting me: It’s been over a week since the accident. She’s not able to touch herself due to the splint. She’s probably not able to masturbate either. Maybe that’s the reason why she got aroused by me washing her with a wet towel? Her mom Debbie had an unusually high sex drive. She used to masturbate daily and then had sex with me in addition to that several times a week. What if Ava is coming after her mom? That could be an explanation. But yet, it doesn’t improve the situation. I wonder if Ava and maybe even Debbie got turned on by their nudism. Maybe it just wasn’t that obvious because they’re female? So many thoughts are circling in my head. I’m an emotional mess. Dealing with the loss of Debbie is already too much for me. Having to care for Ava, even if it’s just temporary, is totally overloading me. I don’t have any solutions. All I know is that I have to press on, one day at a time. I’m trying to use a mantra: It’s nothing sexual. I keep repeating it in my head. I’m entering Ava’s room to serve her breakfast. “Morning darling, hungry?” Ava is lying on her back, still fully nude, covered by the thin white bed-sheet. “Hm?” Ava is vocalizing turning her head towards me squinting her eyes. “Time to rise!” I’m opening the curtains and daylight is streaming into Ava’s room. Ava is opening her mouth yawning: “It was good to sleep in my own bed. I’m so glad I’m out of hospital!” “I’m glad you slept well, darling. I’ll sit you up for breakfast, ok?” “Alright, dad.” While I’m sitting her up, the linen slips off her upper body revealing her full breasts. The view hits me like and electric shock. She’s way too beautiful! I’m tucking in the linen around her upper body, covering her up. “Sorry darling for the slip.” “Don’t worry dad, you should know by now that I’m comfortable with nudity.” I’m feeding Ava breakfast in her bed. We’ve both got a full tummy now and I’m about to get out of her room as I’m hearing Ava say: “Dad?” “Yes, darling?” “Um…” Ava is pausing. I’m waiting for a few moments. She’s gazing down, her face is flushing slightly. I’m putting an arm on her shoulder: “Don’t be embarrassed, honey. What is it?” “Um… this is so embarrassing! I really hate this whole situation, you know that, dad?” “M-hm.” “I’ve got this issue. I could normally easily take care of it myself, but now…” “I understand. Out with it!” “Alright. I’m itchy in my armpits. I think it’s the hair which is growing out. I’m not used to it. I normally shave it. Would you mind…?” “Sure honey, I will manage.” I’m thinking for a moment: “Do you have your shaver here?” “No, it’s back at my college dorm.” “I can use my electric clipper if you don’t mind? It’s water-proof so I can wash it thoroughly for hygienic reasons.” “Sure, that will do.” I’m grabbing the clipper, rinse it and return to Ava. “Alright, beauty treatment coming up! Lift your arm, Milady.” I’m trying to sound cheerful. Finally, a task I feel confident with. I’ve shaved my own armpits with this clipper before. Should be easy. Ava manages to lift her arm just a tiny bit – her braces are in the way. But still I’m able to access her pit with the shaver. Her arm is so petite! I’m switching the clipper on and it starts buzzing. Ava’s hair isn’t too long. I’m running the clipper from the bottom to the top, careful not to cut her. Ava giggles: “Tickly!” I’m smirking a little: “Done, check it out!” “I can’t see!” “Oh…” “Can you run your fingers over it? That way I’ll feel how long the hair is.” “Um, ok, if you want to, darling.” I’m running my fingers over her armpit. I can feel some soft, short stubbles beneath my fingers. I’m pushing them against Ava’s skin. I’m asking: “Do you feel anything?” “Yeah, there is still some stubble, right?” “Yeah. This clipper leaves a short stubble.” I’m thinking for a moment: “Do you want me to get my electric groomer? It has a foil head which is made to shave stubble, making it super short? It’s almost as good as razor-shaving.” “Oh, that would be perfect, dad!” I’m returning with the groomer. It too is water proof and I’ve just rinsed it. I’m switching it on and it’s buzzing. I’m running it over Ava’s armpits several times and the dark shadow of stubbly hair is disappearing, leaving her arm pit soft and in the color of her skin. “This is looking good, darling!” “Can you run your fingers over it?” “OK” I’m running my fingers over her armpit. It is as smooth as the surrounding skin. “Feel any stubble?” I’m asking her. “Nope, nothing! Thank you so much dad!” “My pleasure!” I’m happy. Finally a task I’ve mastered confidently. I’m repeating the whole process on her other armpit and announce with a smile: “Milady is officially groomed!” “Thanks dad! Let me give you a squeeze!” I’m lowering my upper body towards hers and I’m placing my head next to hers. Her arms’ mobility is impaired by the splints, so I’m moving my hands below her back and give her a squeeze. I completely forgot that she’s naked underneath the thin sheet covering her. Her soft breasts are pushing against my chest. They feel wonderful. I don’t like that! She’s my daughter! As I’m instinctively pulling back she’s giving me a peck on my cheek. “So, any other wishes Milady?” Apart from unintentionally feeling my daughter’s breasts just now, this day has been good. I managed to execute my carer’s tasks well and I’m in a good mood. Ava’s face is blushing slightly. She’s opening her mouth a little and hesitating briefly, then: “Um… yes actually, since you’re asking, dad. My body hair has been growing out and the armpits aren’t the only part which started itching.” I’m tensing up immediately. I’m thinking: Oh no, I hope this is isn’t- My thoughts are interrupted by Ava: “Would you mind also quickly shaving me down there?” Ava is gazing down between her legs. I’m trying to hide my shock and reply casually: “Sure, no problem.” I’m repeating in my thoughts: “You can do this. Nothing sexual. Just her pussy. Just shave her. It’s normal. It’s natural.” My heart is racing. I’m removing the white sheet from the lower half of her body, exposing her pussy and legs. I’m leaving her breasts and upper body covered. The hair is about as long as her armpits’ hair was. It’s dark and creating a shadow around her private area. “I’ll use the clipper first and then I’ll clean up with the groomer, ok?” “Sure dad, thanks!” I’m spreading her legs a little, revealing a perfect view of her pussy and butthole beneath. Her clit is hidden under her hood and her pussy is dry. I’m happy. Nothing sexual. Just shave her. I’m switching on the buzzer and attempt to shave her on one side, starting with the outer lip. I’m doing fine for a short time, but then the skin folds and gets caught in the clipper. A tiny red dot of blood appears on her outer lip. “Ouch! Dad! What are you doing?” “I’m sorry, honey!” I’m shocked. I’m such an idiot, I forgot to stretch her skin. As if she was reading my thoughts I’m hearing: “You need to stretch the skin so that there won’t be any folds.” “Sure.” I’m placing a finger on her outer lip and start stretching her skin. Her inner lips part a little and I’m looking inside her opening. It’s pink and glistening slightly. “No, dad, not like this!” I’m moving my finger up a little higher on her outer lip and start stretching her skin again. Now her hood is retracting and her clit is showing. “No dad, not like this! Let me guide you! Can you remove the sheet from my upper body? I can’t see!” “Alright,” I’m mumbling. I’m so embarrassed. I should never have to do this task on my daughter. It’s just wrong. I’m removing the sheet and Ava lies now before me, fully nude, with spread legs. Her face appears above her full breasts. She’s looking down and guides me: “Put your finger higher, yes here. Then stretch that way. Yes!” I’m switching the buzzer on and start shaving. This time it works. No more skin folds. I’m removing her hair towards her belly, around her inner thighs, working my way slowly towards her outer lips. Nothing sexual. Just keep cutting. I’ve been so focussed on my work that only now I realize that her inner lips are glistening. A drop of liquid has accumulated at the bottom of her opening, starting to flow down into her butthole. Her clit is now somewhat enlarged, pink and protruding slightly under her hood. I’m trying to ignore it, and keep repeating the mantra: Nothing sexual, I’m just cutting her hair. I’m working my way up her outer lip, from the bottom towards the top. As I’m reaching the area near her clit, she’s contracting her pussy and asshole briefly. She has stopped giving me instructions. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is half open. Her belly is rising and sinking more rapidly than before. The drop of liquid at the bottom of her opening has flown over her asshole and onward into her butt crack. More liquid has accumulated at the bottom of her opening. Her inner lips are wet and glistening. As I’m shaving her, her inner lips part and a small amount of liquid flows out, creating a strand across her opening. I’m done on one side and move on to the other outer lip. I’m starting at the bottom, moving up slowly. As I’m stretching her skin, I’m exposing her clit, now pink and enlarged. I keep ignoring it: Nothing sexual, I’m just cutting her hair. I’m moving further up until only hair in the part towards the center of her pussy remains, close to her clit. Almost there! I can get this over with in no time! As I’m placing the buzzing clipper on her hood to initiate the first upwards motion, her legs twitch slightly and again she briefly contracts her pussy and asshole. One upwards stroke done. I’m removing a portion of her hair in the center. Almost done, just a few more strokes. As I’m initiating the next stroke, the buzzer accidentally brushes her clit. Her hip twitches and again she contracts her opening and butthole. Almost done, just one more careful stroke, then I’ll be done with the clipper. I’m gently placing the clipper on her hood, careful not to apply too much pressure. As I’m about to start the upward motion Ava raises her hips ever so slightly, pushing her clit against the vibrating head of the clipper. Her asshole and pussy stay contracted for a few moments, then start twitching and contracting rhythmically. Again and again and again. Her belly is lifting and lowering in spasmic motions and her breasts are shivering like jelly, topped by her nipples which look hard. I’m trying to ignore that her pussy keeps contracting. Her inner lips and her opening are covered by a translucent white-ish liquid. The liquid has by now flown down over her asshole between her round, full butt cheeks and stained the bedsheet below in a translucent puddle. I just keep going, finishing off a few outlying areas of hair around her belly and inner thighs. Nothing sexual. I’m just cutting her hair. She’s still contracting but the time in between twitches is getting longer and longer. Finally, she’s relaxing her body, exhaling deeply and spreading her legs even further. A content expression appears on her face topped off by a gratified smile. My phone is buzzing. It is my boss. I’m quickly cleaning Ava up with a towel and covering her with the sheet. “Sorry honey, I’ve got to attend an online meeting. We’ll finish this another time. Ok?” Ava nods “Sure dad.” Copyright Normann Blaze 2022 Please let me know if you like the story and if you'd like me to write more chapters. It will motivate me :) thank you

“Have you never thought about another man satisfying your wife? Or how about watching another man satisfying your wife?” I asked as he stood in the door of their bedroom looking at me in their bed, naked, my cock, hard and still glistening having just pulled out of his young wife’s glorious tight blonde pussy when he intruded. I had watched him arrive at the door ten minutes earlier as I was pounding my cock into my lover with her legs over my shoulders. I carried on, adjusting her position to give him a better look at how I was stretching his wife’s pussy as we fucked. I rubbed her clit and she moaned “Ohhhh! I’m coming again! FUUUUUCK! Fuck me hard!” Shari still lay on my arm, fully exposing her proud body to his eyes. I ran my other hand down her flat belly to the light but obviously well fucked pussy in question and stroked a finger through her lips. “Didn’t you ever dream of watching someone else put their cock balls-deep into her cunt and fuck her, make her moan his name, make her squirm on his cock and cum with him?” I slipped my finger into her wetness and she quivered. “Maybe the thought of your beautiful wife inviting another man into your home, kneeling as she greets him inside your front door, pulling at his zipper to get his cock into her mouth, sucking him until he was hard enough to bend her over and take her from behind on your dining room table, fucking her in every room of your house makes you just a little hot.” I stroked my finger in her warm, wet, tight little cunt “Maybe” I said, pulling my wet finger out and licking her juice from it “you’ve secretly thought of watching, as someone else takes off her clothes, piece by piece until she stands naked in front of him, offering herself to him, offering him her tits.” I squeezed her firm breast and tweaked her proud pink nipple, which immediately rose to full erection, “her mouth,” I put two fingers to her lips and she sucked them deep, looking into his eyes. “Her cunt” I took the fingers from her mouth and eased them into her wet slit and began finger fucking her slowly, deliberately, deeply. “Maybe it’s the thought of another man kissing your wife that does it for you,” I demonstrated, easing my tongue into her mouth and, with my fingers still circling her clit, we kissed passionately for a minute as he stood leaning against the doorjamb, mouth open and if not for the ragged breath and the pulsing vein at his throat, as if carved from stone. “Or this…” I extricated my trapped arm, knelt between her milky white spread thighs and licked her delectable pink pussy lips from taint to clithood. Shari moaned at that, so I did it again, easing the tip of my tongue into her, then flattening it and bathing her whole pussy. I lifted her hips up and pointed my throbbing cock at her wet and wanting cunt. “No, this is what you’ve fantasized over, the actual moment your wife gets fucked by another man, the moment he puts his cockhead against her pussy, you’ve dreamed of watching his cock head stretch her pink lips as it disappears into her, making it “his” pussy. Watching her beautiful face as she feels her body adjusting to accept first the head then the shaft until his balls rest against her ass, then waiting, holding your breath until his cock begins moving inside her, first pulling back then pushing in again and picking up pace again and again and again. Watching her build to her first orgasm and listening to her cries as she fucks back into his cock.” I demonstrated “You want me to carry on fucking your wife. Don’t you?” Was that a slight nod of his head I saw? I stopped. Watching him, I slowly removed my cock from Shari’s tender pussy “Do you wonder how long I’ve been fucking her? When did this cock take your wife? Think back to the last time you made love. Was she thinking about me? Was her cunt still slippery with my cum? Did you ever taste my cum still on her tongue when you kissed her? You know for a long time in the darkest corner of your mind you’ve wanted her like this” I pushed her down to take me in her mouth. She watched him as she pulled my cock between her lips. “She is a sweet cocksucker isn’t she?” I ran my hands through her short blonde hair and forced her down on my cock, choking her and bringing tears to her eyes, when I let go she came off for a breath, spit strings of saliva and precum onto my cock and went straight back down the shaft. Her eyes never left him, and still he said nothing, did nothing. “Did you want to try her?” “I’m sure she doesn’t mind sharing and there is always a spare hole with room for another cock, I can’t keep them all filled” Finally a moan escaped his lips and he reached for his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Naked from the waist down he approached the bed, his erection leading him towards us. “Shari, turn around and suck Larry’s cock for him” She crawled down the bed and took him deep between her lips I grabbed her hips and slid my cock back into her dripping pussy and started fucking, forcing her mouth against him, “God, her cunt is so tight on me” “Maybe, I’ll fuck her ass. Would you like that Larry?” He nodded mutely as his wife sucked him. “No, you have to tell me…” “Please fuck her in the ass” He groaned “I want you to.” She didn’t stop sucking him and I spread the cheeks of her ass and applied some lube from her pussy to her cute little rosebud. Then I thrust deep into her causing her to cry out on his cock and I started fucking her ass hard until I shot my cum into her bowels as her husband exploded in her mouth “Now how about you lick your wife’s ass clean and then you go bring your daughter to me”

It had been a few weeks since I had let my Mom know that I knew she was cheating on my father. Though things didn't go smoothly during that first conversation, she ended up being more agreeable than I expected. After a day of crying, she asked me what it was that I wanted exactly, and I was very direct with her; I wanted to have total control of her sex life, and by that I meant I wanted to decide who she fucked and when she would be getting fucked. I offered her a little wiggle room at first ... I told her we could go on Chat Avenue together and I'd let her pursue whatever guy she wanted. I just wanted to see that she was actively pursuing it, and I wanted to be there to watch it. Most guys closed out the chat immediately as soon as they saw that my Mom was interested in getting fucked in front of her 24 year old son. A few stuck around for a bit, asked questions about why I'd be watching, and entertained the idea until it came time to set up a real meeting. We gave it a shot for a few hours each day when her and I were at home alone, but ultimately we had no luck. To my Mom's credit, she was able to shield my Dad from the fact that the majority of her days were being spent with her son attempting to find guys to have sex with her. I was starting to get frustrated though, even more so as I could start to tell my Mom was feeling relieved with each passing day. It was obvious that she was simply going through the motions to some degree; she was likely terrified of getting fucked in front of me but even more afraid of betraying the deal we had made. Though we continued to try Chat Avenue, I was ready to extend our search. I started browsing seedier porn sites without my Mother's knowledge. I had arrived at the point where I didn't really care where the guy came from or how involved she was with finding him, I just wanted some form of control over my Mom. I posted detailed messages about the situation from my own perspective on half a dozen websites to start, and got way more feedback than my Mom did on Chat Avenue. Guys apparently loved hearing from a guy who was the son of a real life mature slut. Finally, two days before Father's Day, I found our guy ... He was a 37 year old named Jared from Arcadia, FL, a town about an hour north of us. Not that it mattered to me, but he wasn't great looking; based on his profile picture, he was a little overweight and not all that handsome. He said he was willing to meet us at a hotel late Monday morning in Punta Gorda, a halfway point between us, but he just needed some kind of proof that we were legitimate. Before I went to work the next afternoon, I let my Mom know we had plans on Monday morning. As I expected, she wasn't at all thrilled, but she didn't object too much ... well, not until I told her that she would need to pose for a topless picture while holding a sheet of paper with "Jared" written on it. That was very off-putting for her, but again, I was at the point where I didn't care about her wants or needs or feelings. She gave up that right when she started fucking Dylan behind my father's back. Reluctantly she took her shirt off and held the piece of paper to the side of her chest and mustered a smile that lasted maybe three seconds. Good enough. I sent the picture along to Jared and he confirmed late on Saturday night that we were good for Monday at 11 am at a Days Inn. We would be meeting him in the parking lot. Jared's confirmation made for a very odd Father's Day. I don't think my father caught on that there was anything out of the ordinary; my Mom and I both did a reasonable job making things seem as normal as possible around the house in those three weeks since I had confronted her about cheating, and because he was taking on more responsibilities at work, he was becoming more and more distant at home anyway. It was actually odd to have him home all day that Father's Day afternoon. The next day he would be gone from 8 am until 8 pm, the usual for a Monday, and we'd be out of the house not too long after him. I woke up at around 9 am and my Mom was already in the kitchen putting her make up on. Although she looked good, it was more a "going to the grocery store" looking good than "going to get fucked by a random guy in a hotel room" looking good. "Heavier on the make-up," I instructed her as I poured myself a glass of water. She didn't say anything, but she listened. She applied her eyeliner and eye shadow and then carefully put on bright red lipstick. "That looks good." She again didn't say anything. I hated when she did this, but I obviously understood why she did it. For three weeks I had to deal with a prolonged silent treatment at least once a day. "Look, I know this is awkward for you. It's not like it isn't weird for me too. But this is how things are going to be from now on. We might as well have fun with it, ya know? You get to fuck a bunch of guys that aren't Dad, and I get total control over all of it. That's better than the alternative, right?" "And what alternative is that Sean?" "Me telling Dad, him divorcing you, and you being recognized publicly as a disgrace to your family. I don't want to have to do that. And I don't think that's what you want either." She sat silently for a few moments, and then said something that surprised me. "Yeah, you're right." I was stunned. "Good, I'm glad you see it that way. I'm gonna start getting ready. We'll leave at 9:45, cool?" "Yeah, that's fine," she replied. I started walking out of the kitchen, but she called me. "Hey, Sean?" "Yeah Mom?" "What should I wear?" she asked. I paused for a second to think about it. "I'll find something for you. It will be laid out on your bed," I told her I went up to her room and started browsing through her dresser to find something that she'd look sexy in. I decided it would be appropriate and maybe even a little poetic to dress her in the outfit she wore to Publix to meet me; tight white tank top with even tighter blue jeans, plus a pair of heels to slut the outfit up even more. Additionally, I had a plan to make her appear even trashier than she already was. Five minutes into our drive I stopped at the gas station to fill up my tank, but I also decided to grab her a pack of Misty 120's for old times sake. To my surprise, she immediately objected. "No way, I'm proud of the fact that I quit smoking. You don't get to control that aspect of my life," she said sternly. I let out a laugh. "What are you talking about? Apparently you forgot what you did, and the leverage I have over you. I call the shots. And besides, you looks sexy smoking cigarettes. I'm sure Jared will be turned on by it." She gave me a weird look when I said that. I guess that was the first time I ever referred to her as 'sexy'. "Put that electronic cigarette in the glove compartment. You don't need it today." I held out the pack of cigarettes in my hand in front of her and she begrudgingly grabbed it from me. "Your father is going to be pissed off at me when he smells it on my breath," she said as she began opening up the pack. "He was the one who suggested I quit and start vaping." "I'm pretty sure if you can hide the smell of a guys cum on your breath you could do something about the smell of cigarettes." She took one of the long, thin Misty's out of the pack and put it between her lips. She gave me a dirty look, then motioned down with her head at the lighter in my hand. Instead of handing her the lighter I held it up near the cigarette in between her lips and flicked it a few times until a small flame arose. Her eyes were locked on me; she was giving me a death stare as her cheeks hollowed with the first deep drag she had taken on a real cigarette in 6 months. She took a few more drags, and even though she wouldn't admit it right then, I knew she was enjoying it. She resented my father for forcing her to quit; she never said as much, but when she made the switch from real cigarettes to the E-cigarette I could tell. "Sean, why did you say I looked sexy smoking cigarettes," she asked me as she flicked the cigarette butt out of the window. "Because you do," I said without hesitation. She again went silent for a while, but I knew in some weird way she was actually flattered that I felt this way, because she took another cigarette out of the pack immediately. We got to the hotel at 10:45 and Jared was sitting in his car waiting for us. When my Mom saw him getting out of his car I could tell she was underwhelmed. She had spent the last couple of months fucking a legitimately good looking 24 year old, and now she was about to slum it with a below average looking 37 year old. "Light a cigarette," I told her as I got out of the car first and shook hands with him. He was very excited, and much less nervous than I expected he would be. I commented on his calmness and he explained that he had once fucked a woman in front of her husband and he had met them online, so he was not a total stranger to this idea. I motioned to my Mom to exit the car and she did so with her cigarette dangling between her lips. "Wow, she's even hotter in person," Jared commented. I agreed. She looked incredible; she was becoming the sexy, trashy MILF she was truly destined to be. She walked over to us, threw her cigarette on the ground and crushed it out with her heel. "Mom, this is Jared. Jared, this is my mom Anna," I said as my Mom extended her hand out to him. They engaged in one of the most awkward handshake's I'd ever seen and we made small talk for maybe 90 seconds before I suggested we go into the room. I had been waiting long enough. The three of us made it up to Jared's room, and he suggested I sit in the corner to watch since that's what the husband of the woman he fucked did. I obliged even though I wasn't a cuckold, and told him that all he had to do was make let her know what he wanted her to do and she would obey. They sat on the bed next to each other and after a little more small talk they started making out. As I had instructed while we were driving, my Mom was doing a great job pretending like she was into this, or maybe she actually was. Jared laid down on the bed and without instruction from him or I my Mom unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and then licked her right palm to prepare for stroking his half-hard cock. It didn't take long for Jared to get fully hard, and as soon as he did my Mom made his cock disappear into her mouth and throat just like she did Dylan's. Jared wasn't nearly as hung as Dylan was, but it was still impressive watching my Mom swallow his entire cock so effortlessly. She would go up and down, up and down, her forehead smacking into the bottom of Jared's stomach each time. Every once in a while she'd take the cock out of her mouth and stroke it in one hand while she started paying special attention to his scrotum. She passionately tongued his ball sack and squeezed both of his balls into her large mouth and started stroking his dick faster. He let out a excited groan when she started. "That good, man?" I asked from the corner. He let out another groan and gave me a thumbs up. It must have been fantastic, because he barely lasted two minutes once my Mom started sucking him again. Without any warning he busted in her mouth; she kept sucking as he was pumping his seed into her, and she swallowed every drop he deposited into her. He seemed mildly embarrassed he didn't last that long, but he acknowledged that it was the best head he had ever gotten. He said he was excited to fuck her next, but he would need a little bit of time for recuperation. This was fine with my Mom; she excused herself and went outside to smoke. Not only was I ecstatic because I was just ten feet away from her while she sucked a cock, now I had her willingly go outside to smoke cigarettes. After a few minutes of more awkward small talk with Jared, I decided it would be more fun to join her outside. She was sitting outside of the lobby on a bench and absolutely nobody was around. Not that I actually cared, but she seemed mildly dejected. "Hey, you alright?" I yelled as I walked through the sliding doors. She looked at me as I walked toward her, but she didn't respond. "You good?" I asked again. "Yeah, I'm fine," she responded. It was the typical female answer. Every guy knows that 'I'm fine' means she's not fine. "I know it's weird, but you'll get used to it," I said trying to reassure her. In reality, I had no idea if she'd get used to me watching her have sex with other men. But it turns out, this isn't what she was discouraged about. "It's not that," she said after a momentary pause. I looked at her waiting for her to telling what it was that was bothering her, but she didn't budge. "Well, what is it?" I prodded. "Look, Dylan was really hot. This guy ... he's not at all. If we're going to keep doing this, I want younger, hotter, bigger guys. I would be that the more I enjoy this, the more you'll enjoy this." I didn't know if that last part would always be true, but I did know that if I could do anything that would at least get her temporarily more involved, I had to do it. "I get that. That's fair," I replied. She pulled out another cigarette from her pack and lit it. "I have to admit ... I missed these," she said and giggled. I missed it too. A thick stream of smoke flowed out of her mouth and nose as she laughed. She looked so sexy sucking on that thin Misty 120. "Yeah, I could tell." I paused for a moment and just watched her take a deep inhale. "You know what, let's get out of here," I said to her. "Are you serious?" she replied. She was obviously both surprised and delighted. "Yeah, this guy is boring, and you're right, it will be better for both of us if you are enjoying it. I'll run up, tell him we have a family emergency and that we have to go. Just hang down here, OK?" I didn't actually care if she enjoyed it or not, but I did think it was important to get on my Mom's good side for the time being. Even though she wasn't into Jared, I could tell she wasn't hating this nearly as much as I or she probably expected. In fact, based on her request to have sex with younger, hotter guys, I believed she actually enjoyed the idea of being able to fuck whoever she wanted, even if I meant that I was there for it.

I had done alright working in the city in London and had gained quite a hefty promotion linked with relocation to the Midlands. What that also meant was that with the difference in property prices I was able to buy myself a pretty good detached house with gardens in a nice quiet village. My neighbours, Paul and Jane and their daughter Sarah, were fifty yards or so to the left and the next house was almost quarter of a mile away so you could say I was nicely isolated. Paul and Jane were both social and welcomed me to my new life in the country. Paul was a pretty quiet guy and loved to spend time in his garden which was quite spectacular with so many different colours and sizes of blooms. It was Jane however, who chatted to me the most and she was usually around when I got home from work in the evening. She liked to ask about my work and how different I was finding living here from what she called the ‘hotbed’ of London. “Now come on Tom,” she would urge, “Tell me more about the London clubs and the nightlife you frequent there, I would love you to take me to see some of it when we get to know each other more.” If I hadn’t known better I would have thought she was flirting with me those first couple of weeks and I have to say I was flattered. I’m quite good looking and keep myself fit at my gym and although Jane was probably a good fifteen or so years older than me, somewhere in her mid forties, she had raven dark hair and a trim body which women half her age would be proud of. Sarah, their daughter, was also chatty and took after her mother with long dark hair which she usually held in a pony tail style. She was quite a looker as well but so where many of her friends who would call round to see her after school or at weekends. It was a little hard to guess Sarah’s age and I put her at about fourteen but Jane informed me she would not hit that mark for another two months. Sarah was clearly going to break a lot of hearts when she got older and it was a good bet that her mother had done the same in her time. As I got out of my car on the Friday of the third week in my new house, Jane was walking along the road as usual and she came over to me to chat again. “Listen,” she said, “you’ve been here nearly a month and you should have gotten settled in by now so why don’t you come over tonight and share a few drinks?” I was really tired after a hard week but I didn’t want to offend her so I agreed. “Great!” she exclaimed, “We’ll see you about eight then and that will give you chance to freshen up and eat before you come over.” “What do you want me to bring?” I called after her as she headed back to her house. “Just bring yourself Tom,” she threw back over her shoulder, “I’ll provide everything else!” and I heard her lightly laugh as she walked away. “Hmmm,” I thought to myself, “That lady is one hell of a tease” and I smiled as my thoughts raced away with me. I went in and showered and fixed myself a sandwich and at eight I picked a bottle of Cognac from my bar and went round to Paul and Jane’s house. I rang the bell and nearly dropped the bottle when she opened the door. As I said before she is quite a woman but right then she looked stunning. She wore a thin strapped black dress which would definitely have been called a ‘little black number’. It clung to her in all the right places and showed her body off at its best with a low cut neckline allowing her breasts to show their cleavage and as she stood aside to let me in I could hardly take my eyes of them. “Ooh, brandy,” she said taking the bottle from me, “we’ll make good use of this later.” and she winked and turned to lead the way down the hall into the house as I followed taking in the magnificent sway of her hips and the stylish look of her legs in black nylon. As she moved into the lounge she glanced over her shoulder at me and caught my stare. “My, my sir,” she teased, “I do believe you are ogling me.” I began to try and protest innocence but she just laughed and led me into the room and called “Paul, pour our guest a drink will you? And I’ll have whatever Tom’s having.” I asked for a Scotch and water and Paul poured three hefty measures and our social get together began. I wondered where Sarah was and Paul explained that she was sleeping over with her friend Lizzie which she often did on Friday nights. I sat on the couch and Paul joined me at first and as Jane turned to sit opposite us in the armchair I caught my breath as her short dress swirled up and I thought I saw that she was not wearing panties. “Come on!” I thought, “You imagined that. She must be wearing something.” And as Paul had seen her twirl as clearly as I had and he had not changed in his manner, I was sure this was the case. However, as the night wore on and Jane stood and then sat again several times I became fairly convinced that my first thoughts had been right. More than this, Jane had now placed her glass on the floor in front of her and gave me a superb show of her cleavage every time she reached for a drink or to replace the glass. By now I was struggling to keep my semi hard on under control and I was sure she was enjoying my discomfort. Then Paul said he felt unwell and excused himself. I got up to leave but he said “No, don’t leave yet, Jane is just starting to enjoy herself and I probably just need a rest and I’ll join you both later if I feel better. As Paul left us, Jane poured us both a brandy from the bottle I’d brought and came over and sat on the couch, draped her arm across the back, and began to stroke my hair. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked. “What?” I spluttered. “Oh come on now,” she giggled, “You’ve been sneaking looks at my cunt all night and don’t try to say you haven’t as I’ve spent enough time flashing it to you during the evening.” And with that she leaned across and kissed me, sinking her tongue deep into my mouth and dribbling her saliva into me as she unzipped me and reached into my bulging cock. “See!” she said, “Don’t pretend this has grown by accident.” And she eased my cock free and began to slowly stroke it. “Well now, this really is worthy of a closer inspection!” she purred as she slid from the couch onto her knees before me. She knelt there and took hold of my cock with her right hand as she cupped my balls with her left. She lightly began to stroke the full length of my cock from the base up to the very tip where she then used her index finger to rub over the slit. She gave me a firm squeeze and eased a droplet of precum from the end which she then stroked onto her finger tip and then placed it on her tongue and licked it clean. “Mmmmn, that tastes so nice,” she purred “and your cock is so lovely and firm, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” With that she moved her head closer and circled my cock with her lips and bobbed her head down right to my balls. All this had happened in the space of a couple of minutes and I was still thinking I was either dreaming or drunk and imagining this. Dream or not, it felt so good and my balls were aching from holding my raging hard on in check most of the night, that I just went with Jane’s actions and put my hand behind her head to stroke her hair and guide her. “Ohh Jane! This feels fantastic, where did you learn to suck cock like this?” “Ha, ha,” she giggled, “it’s been a long standing hobby of mine. Don’t think that it’s only you fast living city players who know how to enjoy sex. Us quiet country folk could show you all a few things.” With that she proceeded to show me some of those things as she sucked my cock with the most fabulous movements I had ever experienced. “Now let’s see what we can do with this brandy you brought with you.” She lifted the glass and took a long drink from it but didn’t swallow. Instead she lowered her mouth back over my cock head and bathed it in this fiery spirit. The sensation was incredible. My cock was already bursting with her expert sucking and rhythmic movements but now this light burning feeling from the brandy took things to a different level. “I’m gonna cum Jane!” I said. But she only murmured and carried on her ministrations. “Oh yes, I’m cuming now.” I yelped and I shot stream after stream into her mouth which she continued to keep clamped over my cock as she milked me dry. With my final spurt, she sucked her mouth to the end of my cock and off the head. Then she smiled at me, tilted her head back and opened her mouth to reveal a pool of brandy with strands of my cum in it, and then she languidly swallowed it down, drip by drip. “Mmmm, spunk smoothie.” She crooned, “My favourite.” Then she rose to her feet and peeled her dress over her head to reveal herself naked except for her black stockings and heeled shoes. She took a step forward and lifted her right leg onto the couch beside me so that her pussy was level with my face. “Now your turn!” she said, and I needed no further urging as right in front of me was this neatly trimmed bush of almost black hair which extended to the top of her labia and from there on backwards she was smooth shaved. I buried it in my mouth and bit upwards with my bottom jaw to lightly clamp across her hood and clit. Then I extended my tongue and licked along her length to taste her sweet and salty juices which were already flowing freely. I reached around her and clamped my hands over her buttocks and held her tight to my mouth as I licked and sucked all around and all inside of her pussy. “Yes Tom, lick my lovely hot cunt and make me cum on your face. You’d like that wouldn’t you Tom?” she taunted and all I could do was nod and grunt as I carried on lapping her up. “Now!!” she screeched and came over me with a gush of fluid and I gulped her juices hungrily as she sank forward in her orgasmic spasms and slid over to my side on the couch. “The brandy,” she said, “drip some into me so that I can feel it too. I love the hot feeling it gives and the tingling I get from it!” I knelt before her now as she slid her hips to the front of the cushion and pulled her legs up to expose herself before me. I reached for my glass and with one hand I parted her gasping lips and with the other I dribbled some brandy into her open cunt mouth. She squirmed immediately and I wondered if it was burning her too much but she slid a finger forwards and dipped it into herself to then remove it and sucked the fluids into her mouth. “Lick inside me Tom.” She commanded, and I moved forwards to eagerly oblige, “Drink all of that brandy from my hot cunt” she kept saying as I lapped it from her like a cat with a saucer of milk until I’d cleaned every drop in sight. I then rocked forwards on my knees and rubbed the head of my recovered cock against her open lips and then I slid it fully into her as she tilted her head backwards and gasped with her mouth and eyes wide open. “Oooooh yessss! Now fuck me Tom, and fuck me hard and fast.” She said and I began to pound into her with full solid strokes. The friction and the sting of the brandy was driving us both wild and we fucked with a fury – me ploughing into her and she thrusting up to meet me. “Yes, yes” she yelled as she came once more and I was unable to hold back and pumped another load of my cum into her as I collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her legs tightly around by back with her pussy twitching and nibbling my tenderised cock. “Very nice.” Said a voice from behind me and I suddenly realised where I was and tried to pull away but Jane would have none of it and only clung tighter to me, still rocking her pelvis against mine. “Was he good darling?” I heard Paul ask. “Oh yes,” Jane replied dreamily, “Even better than we expected.” It was then that I realised I had been set up and that there was to be more from my new neighbours in times to come.