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The game

The choke chain tightened around my neck cutting off my air. I thrashed beneath Nick as he continued to thrust violently into my convulsing cunt. I bucked wildly against him trying to keep my eyes focussed on his face as the edges of my vision darkened. A feeling of euphoric bliss blossomed and exploded in the pit of my stomach flowing outward from it’s epicenter in my womb to wash through my entire body. I could feel the muscles in my rippling vagina clamp down on Nick’s thick, rigid cock.
My hands clawed at the chain around my throat as I realized he wasn’t letting up. My chest ached as my deprived lungs screamed for air. My orgasm, as intense as when it had first rocked through me, arched my body impossibly until just my heels and the crown of my head remained in contact with the bed. Nick slammed into my gushing cunt mercilessly, the end of the choke chain wrapped in his fist as he pulled it tighter.
Light faded and my body fell limp.
***
Nick slapped me hard and I groaned without opening my eyes. He slapped me again and I roused enough to realize his hard cock was just above my face, a gossamer strand of clear ooze hung from the tip to slide down the side of my nose onto my cheek. I knew what he wanted before he spoke.
“Suck it, you filthy slut,” he growled.
I shivered. His harsh words sent a thrill of pleasure along my spine. I opened my mouth and dug the tip of my tongue into his piss hole to scoop out the pre-cum gathered there. He shoved his cock into my mouth, his hands gripping the sides of my head as he forced himself into my throat and started fucking my face. I gagged on him and he moaned softly as my throat convulsed on the head of his penis.
I reached between my legs and slid my fingers through the wet folds of my cunt as I sucked and licked his thrusting cock. I lifted my wet fingers to explore the crack of his ass. Finding his tight pucker, I pushed my middle finger against it insistently. Feeling it give and stretch I slid my finger deep into his clenching ass and and began to thrust, matching his rhythm in my mouth.
His breathing ragged, he wrapped his hands around fistfuls of my hair lifting my head as he shoved all 7” of his steel hard cock into my mouth. The spongy head pushed against the back of my throat and he growled deep in his chest as he erupted. There was no question of spit or swallow. It was swallow or drown as he released a torrent of semen directly into my constricting throat. So I swallowed as I continued to fuck his ass with my finger. My tongue undulating against his shaft as I drank his precious sperm, milking his balls dry.
When he had spent his load in my mouth and his cock began to soften, he let his piss begin to pour into my mouth. It didn’t surprise me anymore. I almost expected it. I made a gurgling sound around his thick penis as I tried to keep up with the flow. I swallowed frantically, knowing well what he’d do to me if I let one drop spill from between my lips. I chased his sperm with gulp after gulp of his hot piss.
Finished, he fell to the bed and laid beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly while we both caught our breath. After a few minutes he pulled me against him and kissed me deeply as he stroked my hair. I snuggled against him, happy that he’d allowed me to survive another encounter. I knew there would come a day he didn’t. It kept things really interesting.
“Ready to play?” he asked slapping my ass hard.
I laughed as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed looking back at him over my shoulder. “I’m always ready, baby.”
***
I stepped into the bright, late afternoon sunlight and looked around. There were a few people enjoying the motel swimming pool. A family on their way to vacation someplace a lot more exciting than this little pimple of a town in way the fuck and beyond gone Nebraska. At least that’s what I assumed. I couldn’t imagine anyone choosing McCook as their dream vacation destination.
I ran my hand over the red hair of the wig I wore and pushed the large, dark glasses up onto the bridge of my nose. Nick and I weren’t here. The motel room had been paid for with a stolen credit card as was the rented car. Our IDs were very expensive forgeries. Denver and the secluded rented cabin by some mountain lake was as far as anyone could track us.
He unlocked the driver’s side door of the silver Pontiac and climbed in before popping the lock on my side. I got in and fidgeted with the wig again. He started the car and backed out of the space in front of our room.
“Let the wig alone,” he said. “It looks fine.”
I folded my hands in my lap and watched the little frame houses pass my window as he headed out of town. Neither of us spoke. I could feel the pent up energy boiling off my lover. He’d been waiting for this ever since I’d introduced him to my uptight, good girl roommate Jeanie nearly a year before and he had started his onlline friendship with her.
A few miles out of town he turned off the blacktop onto a dirt road. I hadn’t known until Jeanie had brought me home with her last Christmas that there were still dirt roads. Her parents lived on a small ranch that sat, literally, in the middle of nowhere. Their nearest neighbor was at least two miles away.
Nick turned onto the lane that led back to the house. I pulled the red wig off my head and shook out my long, dark hair. I tossed the wig into the back seat and retrieved the large tote bag I’d stashed behind the driver’s seat when we had picked the car up. He glanced over at me as I settled back into my seat.
“Feel better?” he asked with a grin.
“Much,” I said hugging the nylon bag on my lap.
Nick parked the car behind the red pickup in the driveway. We got out and he took the bag from me as we walked toward the house. He stood off to the side with his back against the wall and I knocked. The curtain moved and someone looked through one of the small panes in the door.
The door opened and Jeanie’s mom stared at me through the screened storm door. “Haley,” she said wrinkling her nose as though she smelled something bad. “What are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to Jeanie,” I said trying to work up a tear.
“You really should have called.”
“I know, Beverly” I said sniffling. “I just had to get away from my dad. I didn’t know anywhere else that he wouldn’t find me.”
That did it. Jeanie’s mother was convinced my father was the devil. She pushed the door open and stood back to let me enter. Before she could let it swing shut Nick stepped through and swung the heavy duffle bag hitting her square in her smug face. Her head snapped back and she dropped to the floor, stunned by the unexpected blow.
Straddling her stomach I opened the bag. As I extracted the roll of duct tape I heard Jeanie screaming for her dad. I looked up for a second as Nick rushed after her, then turned back to my task. Working quickly, I wrapped duct tape around the wrists of the stunned, older women beneath me. I covered her mouth with a strip of silver then swung my leg over her body and turned to bind her ankles together.
I stood up and dragged her by her feet to the the stairs that lead down to the family room in the basement. I started dragging her down the steps then stood aside and let her slide. A muffled cry of pain or surprise left her as she landed in a heap at the bottom. I followed, jumping off the third step from the bottom to land on her stomach. She made a loud whooshing sound as all the air left her body and she jerked her knees up.
Jeanie’s dad had started down the steps before I had a chance to drag his wife into the nice, comfy seating area. He was followed by his wide eyed daughter. Her pale cheeks were wet with tears and Nick held a gun to her ribs. It wasn’t loaded, but neither Jeanie or her dad knew that.
Nick shoved Jeanie toward where her mother lay on the floor. She stumbled then kneeled by the bitch’s prone form. I grabbed her by her blond pony tail and dragged her to the sofa. Pulling her up to sit beside me, I wrapped my arms around her.
“Why are you doing this?” she whined pathetically as she watched Nick direct her father to the straight back chair he had set at the far end of the room.
I kissed her cheek and she winced. “We just stopped by to visit,” I said giving her a little squeeze. “Haven’t you missed me?”
“This isn’t just a visit. What do you want?”
I curled up next to her, my arms still around her, resting my head on her stiff shoulder while we watched Nick tie her dad to the chair. “I thought you would enjoy meeting Nick,” I said softly against her ear.
Her eyes flew open wide as she looked at the man tightening the rope around her father’s chest. The man that had won her trust and befriended her online. The man she’d turned to and confided in time and again as I had tormented her with the knowledge that I had fucked her daddy right after the beginning of our last year of college. That I’d done him more than once. I’d even fucked him here in this room when she’d brought home with her for Christmas while she and her mother were upstairs making cookies.
Nick finished tying off the rope binding her father to the chair and crossed the room to stand smiling down at my BFF. Jeanie trembled in my embrace as Nick knelt and reached out to stroke her cheek. She made a choking sound as she tried to swallow her sob.
“Hey, baby,” he said softly, almost soothingly. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, right?”
Jeanie stared at him uncomprehendingly. The hand that had been caressing her cheek drew back and slapped her sharply. She jerked her head back and cried out in shocked surprise.
“Answer me,” he said gripping her chin firmly.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I’ll be good.”
He patted her cheek then stood up. Jeanie watched him with fear growing in her eyes as he reached into the bag and pulled out another length of rope. I let my hands glide down the front of her taut body to the snap on her white denim shorts.
“No, baby,” Nick said stopping me before I could open her fly. “Jeanie’s going to take them off for me.”
I laughed at the look of dull confusion on her face as Nick took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She had never been the brightest person I knew. She was kind of vapid, actually. It was a good thing she was pretty.
Nick leaned down and kissed Jeanie. She pressed her hands against his chest like she actually thought there was some way she was going to stop what was happening. He held her face between his hands and rested his forehead against hers.
“Take the shorts off,” he said so gently it was almost a caress.
Jeanie shook her head.
“Make it easy or make it hard, baby,” he said in a menacingly soft voice. “It’s up to you. Take them off now, though, or your mom is going to pay.”
Jeanie sobbed as she unzipped the shorts. Off to the side good old Roger found his voice and began to pray out loud. Nick ignored him as Jeanie pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them. He slipped his fingers under the elastic in the leg on one side and hooked his thumb under the other to pull the crotch of her white cotton panties tight between the lips of her pussy.
She whimpered as he rubbed her clit with the bunched fabric. Her hands that had been pushing at him curled into fists clenched around his shirt as she tried to steady herself. Nick pulled up hard and she cried out as she went up on her toes.
He let go of her panties and slid his hand between her legs. Jeanie moaned loudly as he shoved his fingers into her cunt. He thrust in and out roughly and I could hear the slurping, sucking sound they made.
I laughed. “You’re a fucking slut, Jeanie,” I said mockingly. “You’re getting wet for the man that’s going to rape you.”
Tears were flowing down her face again and her dad was still calling on God to protect them as Nick stripped Jeanie’s panties off and tossed them to me.
“Take care of him,” he ordered as he forced my former room mate onto her knees. “And gag him.”
I rummaged through the duffle bag and pulled out the brown prescription bottle. Popping the top off I dumped two of the 20 mg tablets of Cialis into the palm of my hand. I snapped the cap back on and dropped the bottle into the bag. I grabbed the roll of duct tape.
“Hey, Rog,” I said straddling his lap.
“You have to stop this, Haley,” he said a little unsteadily. “You can’t bring this man into my…”
“I didn’t bring him here,” I said. “Jeanie invited him.”
Roger looked at me blankly. I held the almond shaped yellow tablets up to his lips. He pulled his head back and clamped his lips together stubbornly. I laughed and pinched his nose shut.
“It’s like Nick said,” I told him. “You can make it easy or you can make it hard, but you’re going to swallow these pills. If you want to watch your wife and daughter suffer first…”
He opened his mouth and I pushed the pills to the back of his tongue. I know his mouth had to be dry, but he swallowed the tablets without any farther resistance. I shoved the wet crotch of his daughter’s underwear into his mouth and covered it with a strip of tape. I saw his throat work as he swallowed hard again and I could swear I felt his cock twitch.
I slid back off his lap and turned to watch as Nick finished hog-tying Jeanie, ankles to wrists behind her back. He stood up and gazed admiringly down at her bowed body. Naked from the waist down she tried to squeeze her her thighs together, then groaned and spread her knees to relieve the strain on her joints.
Nick pushed the pointed toe of his cowboy boot against the glistening opening of her cunt and she screamed. I knew he wasn’t hurting her yet. I’d taken more of that boot in my pussy many times. Jeanie was just such a baby about everything. She wasn’t going to enjoy much of what Nick had planned for her.
He laughed at her as she tried to squirm away from him. Looking over at me as he unbuckled his belt, he asked, “You know where he keeps his shotguns?”
Beside me Roger moaned around his daughter’s panties. I nodded. He kept his shotguns in an unlocked, glass front case in their living room upstairs.
“Go,” Nick ordered.
I started toward the stairs. “Buckshot,” he said before I reached the bottom step.
I nodded and ran up the stairs. In the living room I opened the front of the gun case and lifted one of the shotguns from it’s rack. Opening the long drawer, I grabbed a blue box of shells.
Nick was folding his jeans when I got back downstairs. He laid them neatly on top of his folded shirt. He was kind of particular about things like that. He refused to tolerate my clutter and insisted that everything be in it’s proper place and the house kept spotless. The only chaos Nick allowed was that which he created.
And he was about to start creating. He pulled on a pair of latex surgical gloves then grabbed a handful of Bev’s hair to drag her across the floor. The old kitchen table in the corner served for their family game nights. Now it was going to be used for a different kind of game. Nick hoisted Bev onto the formica surface, dumping her onto her back. He lifted her by her throat and slammed her head against the table top.
“Don’t move,” he told her harshly.
He strode back to where Jeanie lay crying softly. “Bring the bag,” he said to me as he lifted Jeanie by one elbow to half drag, half carry her to the table where her mother lay still.
I followed him carrying the bag, the shotgun, and shells. He dropped Jeanie and positioned her on her back just in front of the table. I dropped the bag next to her and handed the shotgun to Nick. Without warning he brought the butt up sharply and rammed it into my midsection. I doubled over with a surprised grunt.
“Finger prints, you stupid cunt,” he growled at me.
“I’ve been here before,” I reminded him angrily. “I can explain my finger prints if I have to.”
He smiled unpleasantly and I suspected he wasn’t really worried about my carelessness. If they did dust for finger prints ours wouldn’t be the only unidentified prints they found. His treatment of me had a lot more to do with the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to leave too many marks on Jeanie. Nothing that couldn’t be explained by her crazed father losing it and raping his daughter before murdering his family and killing himself.
Nick opened the box of shells and extracted two. Carrying the shotgun with him he dropped to one knee behind Roger. He placed one shell in Roger’s palm and squeezed his fingers against it then loaded it into one chamber before doing the same with the second shell.
He stood up and returned to the table where Beverly lay quietly with her eyes tightly shut. Propping the loaded gun against the wall, he reached out and ripped the tape off Bev’s mouth. He lifted her legs, pressing her knees to her chest and spread her ass cheeks.
“No, please,” Bev moaned miserably. “Please don’t.”
Nick laughed and turned to me. His cock was thick and rigid, standing proudly from the crisp curls at its base. I wanted to kneel and worship it with my mouth, to fondle his tight balls while I stroked and sucked the nectar that I craved from his testicles. I knew that wasn’t what he wanted from me now.
I pulled a condom from the duffle bag and opened the foil with my teeth. He hated condoms, but they were necessary this time. I took the thin latex out of its package and rolled it onto is erection. He stood behind Bev, one foot on either side of Jeanie’s head.
He looked down at my friend’s stricken face. “Mommy first, baby,” he said grinning. “Don’t worry, though. I promise there will be plenty left for you.”
Placing one hand on the back of each of her thighs, he pushed her legs up. Bev started whimpering and begging him to stop. He pushed the head of his rampant cock against her tight sphincter and she screamed as he shoved it into her.
I fell to my knees and crawled under the table. Lifting Jeanie’s head onto my lap I watched as Nick savagely fucked Bev’s ass. His cock was streaked with her blood and she was screaming mindlessly as he pumped into her torn anus.
Jeanie squeezed her eyes shut to close out the sight of her mother’s violation. I popped her a little one on the chin and her eyes flew open. She looked a little dazed, but I knew it wasn’t from the gentle tap I’d just given her.
“Watch,” I ordered her, “or I’m going to feed you that condom when he’s done.”
Her eyes widened then fixed on Nick’s hard cock pounding into her mother’s bleeding ass. His rhythm quickened and I could hear him grunting as he slammed into her abused body. Jeanie was crying harder, whether for her mom or because she knew what was in store for her I didn’t know. Nick groaned and pushed deep into Bev’s ass and I knew he was cumming.
I let Jeanie’s head slide off my lap as I crawled from under the table. I picked up a ziploc bag and peeled the dirty condom off Nick’s deflating penis, dropping it into the plastic bag. I sucked him into my mouth and cleaned his cum from his twitching cock.
He stroked my hair then picked up the shotgun. Lifting her legs to rest against his chest, Nick pushed the muzzle of the gun against the opening of her cunt. She shrieked and started beating her heels against him ineffectually. She tried to push him away with her feet as he shove a few inches of the barrel into her dry pussy.
“Nnnoooooooooooo!” she wailed as I grabbed her around the calves and pulled her legs up and held them so Nick could fuck her good and hard with the barrel of the shotgun that was becoming Bev’s last lover.
She bucked wildly, rolling her hips as he thrust deeper and deeper into her cunt. It looked for all the world like she was fucking the gun back, probably with a lot more enthusiasm than she’d ever fucked her husband. Nick had at least 10” of the barrel in her ravaged pussy when she finally stopped struggling. Her breathing was rapid and shallow and her eyes were glassy.
“Stand back,” he said to me.
I stepped back and he withdrew a few inches of the barrel. Resting the stock by his hip, he squeezed the triggers and fired both barrels into her vagina. Even though I was expecting it, the loud report in the confines of the family room made me jump. Bev’s body jerked then twitched as she went limp, her eyes wide and empty. A pool of blood spread beneath her body, spilling over the edges of the table and blood dripped from her ruined cunt onto her daughter’s upturned face.
Nick pulled the barrel out of Bev’s dead body and dropped it on the floor. Jeanie was completely still and quiet as he rolled her onto her belly and dropped to his knees between her thighs. He pulled the surgical gloves off and bunched his fingers together to shove them into her wet cunt. She grunted as he thrust into her, working more and more of his hand into her pussy with each hard stroke.
His cock was rising as he tucked his thumb against his palm and she writhed as he buried his entire hand in her cunt. I slipped my hand under my short skirt and began rubbing the wet crotch of my panties. I would have sat in front of her face and made her eat my dripping pussy, but Nick didn’t want to have to clean up when we were done. This was supposed to be in and out, so to speak.
I pulled my panties aside and rammed two fingers into my drenched vagina as I watched Nick pound the inside of Jeanie’s cunt with his fist. The lips of her tortured pussy were stretched so tight over his forearm that the skin was white. The force of his powerful thrusts was sliding her body across the carpet so he put his free hand on her back to hold her down.
My breathing came in panting gasps as I watched the walls of Jeanie’s cunt pull out, grasping at his arm as he withdrew and sliding back with his inward stroke. I leaned back a little and worked my fingers in and out of my cunt rapidly while pressing my thumb against my swollen clit.
Nick pulled out so just his hand was still inside her. He twisted his wrist back and forth and Jeanie’s face screwed up. Her mouth hung open and she was panting like a bitch in heat. Nick rocked his hand inside her cunt then thrust in hard and deep.
Jeanie arched her back and screamed and I knew he was pushing his fingers into her cervix. I cried out as my cunt clenched on my fingers and I came shivering violently with the force of my orgasm. I rode the waves of my climax with my fingers buried in my spasming cunt as Nick finger fucked her uterus. She moaned pathetically as she kissed the carpet, her face rubbing back and forth on the floor as he continued to torment her.
He looked at me as he pulled his hand out of her gaping cunt. “You’re pretty fucking useless, aren’t you?” he asked me, watching me suck my cum coated fingers as he put on a fresh condom.
I knew he didn’t expect an answer, but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. “I love you, too,” I said sarcastically.
His look told me that I was going to pay for my smart mouth later, but he was occupied with more pressing matters at the moment. He rose onto his knees and pushed his arms through the space between Jeanie’s calves and hips and braced himself with his hands against the floor. I moved forward quickly to guide the head of his engorged cock to her tightly puckered anus.
His thick penis bent a little as it tried to gain entrance to her ass. She moaned loudly as her sphincter gave enough for the head of his cock to push through. He paused for just a second then shoved all the way in. She shuddered and went completely limp as he began to rape her virgin ass.
Jesus, baby,” he groaned. “She’s so fucking tight. Wake her up.”
I rummaged through the duffle bag and found the smelling salts. Turning her head toward me I snapped the vial under her nose. She jerked as she came to.
“Stay with us, sweetie,” I said tapping her cheek. “Nick wants to see how much you’re enjoying his cock.”
Jeanie sobbed as Nick literally pounded the shit out of her. He leaned over her back pressing her down and changing his angle of penetration to make her rape as painful as possible. She shrieked and I knew he had to be tearing her.
Having cum already when he was fucking Bev’s ass I knew he was going to be a while in Jeanie. It was why he’d done her mother first. Jeanie was the reason we were here. He’d spent nearly ten months playing the shy, lonely, older man just looking to befriend some sweet young girl. Just someone nice and pure to talk to.
She had fallen for it all so beautifully, confiding in her friend, exchanging syrupy emails and telling him all about her final year in college. She’d complained to him about what a horrible friend I was. She cried to him about how I made her feel so insignificant and unattractive. And he had consoled her.
I moved to kneel beside him. I leaned down and cupped my hand over his swinging balls, pressing them against against his body as I extended my tongue to run it over and around his anus. He slowed his rhythm, fucking her slow and deep while I licked his asshole.
I sat back on my heels and sucked my fingers, wetting them with my saliva. He groaned, a shiver of pleasure running up his spine as I gently pushed my forefinger into his anus and began directly stimulating his prostrate. I matched my rhythm to his as he continued to fuck Jeanie, pushing deeper and deeper into her bowels.
He wrapped his arms around her body and quickened his pace as my finger drove him toward his release. Jeanie was whimpering beneath him as he pounded into her torn and bleeding rectum. His breathing grew ragged and I pushed a second finger into his ass, twisting my hand back and forth as I thrust in and out.
“Oh fuck,” he growled as he began to pound his rampant cock into her as fast and hard as he could.
He shoved his cock into her, his ass clenching on my fingers as he filled the tip of the condom with his cum. He held the base of his cock and pulled out of her anus, carefully removing the condom and dropping it into the ziploc I held open with the first one he’d used.
I leaned down and licked the length of his softening prick before taking him into my mouth to finish sucking him clean. His cock twitched as my tongue undulated against the head. He stroked my hair as his breathing returned to normal. I let his flaccid penis slip from between my lips and laid my head on his lap.
“Let’s finish this,” he said after a few moments.
He stood up and prodded Jeanie with his foot. She moaned, but didn’t try to move. Nick flipped her onto her back. Her eyes were open, but vacant and she had rug burns on her chin, nose, and forehead. Nick grasped her jaw and turned her head toward him. Her eyes remained unfocused.
“Get her daddy ready to go,” he said withdrawing the unloaded handgun from the duffle bag.
I knelt in front of Roger and opened the front of his jeans. He groaned as my fingers closed around his hardening cock to pull it free from his pants. The Cialis was doing its job. I stroked him a few times and he was fully erect, the tip of his cock drooling.
“She’s going to untie you,” Nick said pointing the gun toward Jeanie’s stomach. “You try anything stupid and this cunt’s dead before you reach the stairs, got it?”
Roger nodded. Nick tossed me a length of rope with a noose tied on one end. I stood up and slipped it over Roger’s head tightening it before stepping behind the chair to untie his hands. I loosened the ropes around his ankles and he rose unsteadily to his feet.
I grabbed one of the overstuffed cushions from the back of the sofa and tugged on the rope to lead Roger to where Nick stood by his catatonic daughter. Roger looked down at Jeanie with a stricken look on his weathered face. I kneeled by my friend and pushed the cushion under her hips between her bound limbs and her back. I spread her knees apart and looked up at Nick.
Nick pulled off the tape holding Jeanie’s soiled panties in her dad’s mouth. I reached up and tugged Roger’s jeans and underwear down around his ankles. He looked down at me with a puzzled frown and I almost giggled.
Nick forced him to his knees between his daughter’s thighs. “Fuck her,” he ordered.
Roger’s body tensed, his eyes flew to Nick’s. “I I can’t,” he stuttered, the disgust evident in his voice.
Nick squatted beside him, slapping at his rigid cock with the muzzle of the gun. “I think you can,” he said menacingly. “I think you will unless you want to watch her die.”
Roger’s shoulders shook as he took his penis in his hand and aimed it at the opening of Jeanie’s vagina. He paused for a long moment before he pushed slowly into her. He groaned loudly as his daughter’s tight cunt closed around his raging hard on.
“She’s tight, isn’t she?” Nick said grinning. He held the gun to the back of Roger’s head. “Come on, buddy. Move that ass.”
Roger began to thrust into Jeanie’s body. His strokes were hesitant and jerky at first. Then the sensation of the rippling walls his daughter’s warm, wet cunt gripping his tumescent penis took over and he wrapped his arms around her waist and began fucking her frantically.
I looked at Nick across Roger’s flexing back. “I told you he wanted to screw her,” I said grinning as his ass rose and fell faster and faster.
He was panting loudly as he buried his face against his daughter’s chest. Jeanie blinked and her eyes seemed to clear. She moaned as her father pounded her cunt savagely, groaning at the strain on her joints as she tried to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. I laughed, delighted that she was responding to her father’s cock.
I leaned down and put my lips close to her ear. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” I whispered.
She moaned again in response.
“You love your daddy’s cock, don’t you, you filthy slut?”
She blinked again and the last of the fog cleared. “Daddy,” she groaned hoarsely.
Roger didn’t lift his head. He held her tighter and shoved his cock deeper and harder. Jeanie cried quietly as her dad pistoned in and out of her abused cunt. He started grunting as he drove his cock into her, wheezing loudly.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck. AAAaaarrrrrrggggghhhh.”
He shoved his cock into her so hard it lifted her knees off the floor. He made a loud gurgling noise, then his body went limp. I looked at Nick and laughed. Roger was completely still, his breath rattled in his throat and then stopped. Nick felt for a pulse then shook his head. He removed the noose from Roger’s neck.
“He’s gone,” he said grinning.
I laughed harder. I’ve always had a problem with laughing at inappropriate times. It was a coping mechanism.
Jeanie bucked beneath her father’s dead weight. She let out a keening wail. “Get him off,” she pleaded.
“You did, baby,” Nick said as he rolled another condom onto his hard cock. “I think it killed him.”
He rolled Roger’s lifeless body off of Jeanie and pushed his penis into her sopping cunt. He thrust in and out slowly, watching as Roger’s cum coated the condom. Jeanie winced as Nick started thrusting harder and faster.
“You have such a sweet cunt,” he said as he quickened his pace. “Almost any man would be happy to die in you.”
I searched the bag for the knife Nick had chosen just for Jeanie. Her eyes widened as I pulled it out and handed it to him. He unsheathed it and showed her the the razor sharp blade with the wicked looking hook near the tip on its top edge.
“Please don’t,” she begged. “You can’t.”
He laid the blade on her heaving stomach and sat back on his heels lifting her ass onto his thighs so he could continue to thrust shallowly into her. He lifted the knife again and pressed the tip against her quivering stomach just below her sternum.
“Nick,” she pleaded, her tears running into her hair, “please. Please.”
“I’m glad you’re back, baby,” he said smiling softly. “I’d hate for you to miss this.”
He thrust the knife into her body. She jerked and screamed. Nick drew the blade slowly toward himself. Made for gutting game, the sharp blade cut through her flesh and muscle like a scalpel. He opened her belly from her diaphragm to just below her navel then gave the blade a twist and pulled it out.
She trembled on the verge of unconsciousness as he pulled the edges of the incision open and thrust his hands into her gut. She stared blankly as he pulled out loops of her intestines and showed them to her. Her breathing was shallow as he lifted her into his arms and held her against his body. He began thrusting into her again.
His breath hissed through his clenched teeth as he impaled her dying body on his steely cock. She shuddered and began to convulse.
“Ohhhh, fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels like she’s cumming.”
I scrambled to his side and slid my fingers into her cunt along side his pulsing cock. The muscles in her vagina clenched and released over and over again. Her body jerked and her warm piss poured over my hand and Nick’s thighs. He hugged her tightly as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. She shuddered and went limp as the life left her eyes. He kissed her dead lips and laid her back on the floor.
I knew that if he could he would have shoved his cock into her throat and cum one last time in her body. Next time it would be someone they couldn’t connect to us and he could do all the things he would have loved to do to Jeanie.
He stood up and took the hand towel I offered him. He wiped the smooth handle of the knife while I rolled Roger and shoved his hands into Jeanie’s belly. Nick put the knife in Roger’s hand and pressed his fingers around it. He arranged Roger’s body so he was half lying over his daughter.
I gathered everything up while Nick wiped as much of Jeanie’s blood off his body as he could before tossing me the hand towel and dressing. He sat down on the arm of the couch and pulled his boots on then stood and took the duffle bag. At the bottom of the stairs I paused and looked back. Nick reached for my hand and we climbed the stairs and left the house.
***
I stood by the passenger side door looking up at the stars in the dark Nebraska sky. They seemed to shine brighter out here away from city lights. Nick opened the trunk and and tossed the duffle bag in with our overnight bags before slamming it closed. He came to stand in front of me instead of going to get into the car.
“Was it good for you?” he asked leaning into me, pressing me against the car.
“Jeanie was my gift to you,” I said, my hands sliding over his chest.
His hands closed around my throat as he kissed me hard. I didn’t try to push him away. This was part of our deal, me knowing that he was going to end me one day, but never knowing when. I did know there were things he wanted from me first. A daughter that would take over for me when I was gone. More women like Jeanie to enjoy together.
And he was never going to find another pain slut like me. He’d never find another women that matched him in his depravity. No one that would ever appreciate and encourage those tendencies.
He pushed my skirt up around my waist and lifted me onto the hood of the car. He pulled my shirt off over my head and unfastened my bra before pushing me back to lie on the cool metal. He tugged at my bra and it slid down my arms.
I waited, knowing what was coming, staring up at the starry sky. His belt was in his hand, one end wrapped around his fist. He raised his arm and brought the buckle down sharply across my breasts. I gasped as the leather bit into my skin, but I didn’t cry out.
The belt cracked against my belly and breasts again and again until we were both breathing hard and tears ran from the corners of my eyes into my dark hair. He dropped the belt onto the hood next to me and I heard the rasp of his zipper. He pulled me roughly toward him and flipped me onto my belly.
He shoved his hard cock into my ass and fucked me furiously. I grunted as each hard thrust drove the breath from my body. I felt him wrap the belt around my throat and loop the end through the buckle. He put one hand in the middle of my back to hold me down as he pulled the belt tight, cutting off my breath. I bucked back against him as he rammed his cock into my rectum.
I pushed up on the hood trying to twist away from him. The belt loosened and I tried to suck air into my lungs. He slammed my face onto the car and pain radiated from the bridge of my nose out across my cheekbones as he tightened the belt again.
My world spun out of control as he pounded his cock into my ass. My lungs screamed for air. Light exploded behind my eyes, then everything faded blissfully into darkness.

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Lust or Love?

This ended up longer than I had expected, and with less sexual content than I planned, but I hope you’ll like it. I appreciate any comments on either story or the writing itself, as I have just started learning to write.

Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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Measuring my cum Pt. 11

We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom’s bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon.
One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom’s asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her “dirty talk”, she’d never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon.
During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement.
In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day.
“And remember,” she said, “We mustn’t tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum.”
I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn’t something we could talk about in front of other people.
After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed.
I was wearing my ‘house-gown’ with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had ‘dressed’ since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily — wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there!
Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage.
“Mom, I’m going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won’t be able to help me cum like you have this weekend,” I said.
“I know dear,” mom replied. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We’ll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?”
“Well, I’ve been feeling pretty good this weekend as I’ve been regularly cumming.”
“We’ll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I’ll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception.” She smiled at me as she finished the sentence.
We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, “Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?”
I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought.
I nodded.
“As I haven’t collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won’t matter too,” said mom as she stood up. “What would you like to do?”
Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass.
“I’d like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom,” I said. “I just can’t get enough!”
Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair.
“Go on then,” she said, smiling, “Do what you like.”
I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers.
Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, “Turn around please mom.”
“That’s too polite,” replied mom teasingly. “You’ll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty.”
I looked up at mom and decided to oblige.
“Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom.”
“Mmmm….yes,” replied mom, “That’s better.” And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher.
I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom’s ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard!
Then, I grabbed mom’s shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, yea mom,” I said, “Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked.
Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle.
By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention.
I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, “Ooh, that’s nice.”
I slapped my hard on against mom’s butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, “I’d like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum.”
“Ok,” replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on.
Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked.
Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. “Fuck yea mom,” I said, “Fucking hot ass.”
Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I’d followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me.
“Oh fuck yea mom,” I said, responding to the way she was blowing me.
She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt.
Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom’s left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it’s length along her face.
“Talk dirty to me while I bring you off,” she said. “You know how much I like it.”
And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me.
Happy to oblige, I said “Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You’re a cum swallowing slut aren’t you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don’t you?”
I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her.
I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan.
“Ohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhh…” I said out loud.
Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn’t, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot!
After she’d milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, “Mmmm…. that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum,” and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me!
“Now have a good sleep and I’ll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I’ll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow.”
I nodded, and smiled back at mom.
She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight.” And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck!
I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep.
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I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor’s Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town.
Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we’d given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday.
As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I’d cum several times.
I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor’s mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I said to myself! Doctors don’t do that with their patients!
Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself.
“Afternoon, ” I said. “I’m Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm.” The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot!
“Oh yes,” she smiled back at me. “Please take a seat. Your mother is already here.”
As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.
The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn’t remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me.
Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, “Remember Jacob, you mustn’t say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Ok, mom” I replied, as quietly back to her.
After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, “You may go in now.”
Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in.
“Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor’s coat, welcoming us.
She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them.
As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said “Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?”
Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, “We’ve been doing fine Dr Taylor. I….er…have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here.” Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor.
“That’s excellent,” said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom’s hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. “I’ll look at this in a moment. I’m so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples,” she added, as if to provide some reassurance.
Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, “Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?”
I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, “I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er….er …you know masturbate. I mean when I…er…you know, spurt my semen.”
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. “I’m glad that you do get relief at least.”
“Now,” she continued, “I do have your blood test results here,” she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. “But first let me see your semen measuring record.”
Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully.
“Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you’ve worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day.”
She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. “Yes, that’s all fine,” she added. “Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult,” she added, looking first at mom then me.
For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, “Er… no doctor…it….its been quite an experience as it’s something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret.”
“Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do.”
“Marge it is then,” replied Dr Taylor. “Yes I do understand, and I’m sure Jacob has been grateful too.”
Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor.
Dr Taylor looked at me and said. “Aren’t you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you.”
“Yes, sure I am,” I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it.
Mom then said, “Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?”
“Yes, I can,” replied Dr Taylor. “I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more…,” she paused for a moment, “A little more unusual and perhaps difficult.”
I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried.
Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, “Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I’ve explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong with Jacob?” asked mom.
Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important.
“Mrs Addington….I mean Marge,” she said looking at mom, “The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can.”
Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. “As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body’s own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob,” she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly.
“But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is,….well,…..slightly unusual.”
“Well, it’s a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.,” said mom. “But in what way is the cure unusual?” she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth.
Dr Taylor paused for moment.
Then looking at mom directly she said, “Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob.”
Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying.
“Er….well, no doctor. It’s all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He’s my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say,” she replied, firmly.
I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared.
“Alright,” said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously.
“Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob’s age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse.
Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence.
“Now for this to work,” continued Dr Taylor, “The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix.”
Dr Taylor paused for a moment.
Then looking hard at me, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?”
“Er…no,” I replied, rather embarrassingly.
“Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case.”
Dr Taylor paused again.
“To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body’s balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem.”
I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I.
Then, I was shocked at the Doctor’s next lengthy statement.
She looked at mom and said, “Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential.”
“Er..yes…I understand that,” replied mom, slightly confused.
“So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..,” Dr Taylor paused, “For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean.”
I saw a streak of red run across mom’s neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her.
I think I must have blushed too.
Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again.
Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, “As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully.” Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence.
Mom regained her composure a little and said, “Er…yes…I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it.” She obviously didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked!
“However, I have an alternative option,” continued Dr Taylor. “Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands’ can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused.
Then continuing, she said, “I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob — in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a ‘hands on’ type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands’ permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a ‘win, win’ situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know.”
As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn’t quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom’s age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck!
I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking.
“I see,” mom replied. “Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very ‘hands on’ as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I’m also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what’s wrong with poor Jacob,” mom paused, looking at me, “And how best we might be able to help him.” Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair.
Mom’s reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch!
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. “I’m so glad we have an understanding.”
Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, ” I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I’m sure you will appreciate it.” I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me.
I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, “Er…yes…. sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem.” Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, “It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I’m sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too.”
I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor’s eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again.
“Very good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Now, Marge, you have a think about what I’ve said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only.”
“Thank you, Dr Taylor,” replied mom.
“Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I’ve just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?”
I felt relieved we didn’t have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, “You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?” and looking a little perturbed again.
“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?”
“Er.. yes,” I said..” I guess so.” The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I’d only cum once that morning with mom helping me.
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Excuse me one moment.”
Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, “Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it’s almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won’t be needing your assistance further today.”
I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. “That’s right, we’ll be fine. Have a nice evening – bye,” and put the phone down.
“Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?” Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow.
I had not noticed another door in the doctor’s room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. “I like to make sure we have absolute privacy,” she said. “Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues.”
As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one!
As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to.
“Now, Marge, I’ve brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn’t mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?”
“I guess so,” said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed.
I just nodded.
“Now Jacob, see that door — that goes to a bathroom. I’d like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here.
I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door.
Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. “Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?”
“Just water is fine,” I said.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes.
I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting.
“Excellent,” said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. “Please lie down on the couch over there, and we’ll join you. Keep your towel over you for now.”
I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now – my earlier arousal had completely gone!
I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over.
Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home.
“Just relax now Jacob. I’ll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home.”
Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head.
“Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?”
“Er.. yes, that’s right,” said mom, not giving much away.
Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch.
Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently.
Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it.
I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that.
“Sorry, I think maybe because I’m in a strange place, I’m not worked up enough just yet,” I said truthfully.
“Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?”
Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. “Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker.”
“Well don’t let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do,” said Dr Taylor encouragingly.
Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard.
“I think perhaps you need some more stimulation,” said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. “Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?”
I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said “Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area,” she added, lying. She obviously didn’t feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet!
“Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing,” said Dr Taylor sympathetically.
Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn’t reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse.
She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again.
“That’s quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating,” said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack.
“Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me,” replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes.
“Well that’s quite natural,” said Dr Taylor smiling at me.
I started stroking mom’s ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still.
I think the doctor noticed my discomfort.
“I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man,” she said. “I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?”
“Er…yes sure,” replied mom.
Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness.
“Now don’t be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit.”
I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom’s ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor’s ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right!
My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward.
Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time.
Then to my surprise mom said. “Dr Taylor I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home.”
“Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement,” replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now.
Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom’s thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable.
“And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs,” said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory.
“Thank you.”
Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don’t think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, “And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!”
Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom’s juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it’s full length and hardness now for the first time. “Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don’t mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words.”
Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. “Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
“Go on,” said mom.
“How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier,” said Dr Taylor.
“Sounds ok to me, ” said mom. “You ok with that Jacob?”
I nodded. It would be good to have another woman’s hands on my dick.
I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor’s presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand.
Mr Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me!
My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet.
“May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?” I said, feeling brave.
Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt.
“That’s right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me,” said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt.
At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that.
Mom then surprised me again by saying, “Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally.”
Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down.
Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. “I’m so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way,” she said.
Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I’d gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“I’m gonna’ cum in a minute if you carry on like that,” I said out loud.
Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker.
“Ahhhhh..AHH…OOOOOHHH,” I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so.
Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she’d collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor’s hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!

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Savannah 2

The long awaited and highly asked for savannah sequel. There is sex but not a ton. Enjoy

John’s Wife, Angie Lee, episode 4

Angie Lee was due in from the states soon and John was certainly happy about seeing his wife after a five month separation. He was a bit apprehensive about how she was going to fit in with his new friends. He was sexually involved with my wife Dot and her best friend Goody.
At twenty-something she was engaged to be married, but he disappeared one day. Much as she tried, she didn’t think she would ever find her “Prince Charming”. All of the good men were married. She was easily attracted to men. She was horny almost all the time and she rather enjoyed illicit sex with other women’s husbands. She was single and a government employee at a military installation which gave her a wide assortment of available, and unavailable men.
She attracted men easily because she was quite direct in her approach; she hit on them in a shy and coy sort of way. Not romantically inclined, she just wanted to fuck something new. She was no beauty, quite plain even, but she had a wonderful body perfected with rigorous daily exercise. She was light-skinned and purposely avoided sunlight to keep it that way. Her features were gypsy-like, dark-haired and light-eyes, taller than average.
Angie was no bimbo, but she was a cunt. She would become acquainted with her lover’s wives then reveal their husband’s indiscretion. This might have given her some dark secret pleasure but it also caused a stinking uproar every time. This effectively shed one adulterous liaison in order to pursue the next. Still, while intelligent and deep, she had conflicted feelings about her sexuality and her religious beliefs. She would retreat to her pious self when unattached. She considered herself a good Christian, but when it came to sex, her weakness as she called it, she could not help herself. Sometimes, she said, “I’m so horny I could fuck a tree.” Angie had been involved in numerous affairs by the time she found John. They married in their mid thirties.
She looked forward to joining her husband John overseas. He was in the military and by necessity left her behind until he was settled and had adequate quarters assigned. Sometimes this took months. This was not the first time she had traveled to Europe. In her younger days she studied in Spain and eagerly sought out several brief but passionate affairs. They were both mature enough to understand each other’s sexual needs and found common ground concerning their expected separations.
After months of waiting, she joined John and quickly met his military friends and their wives. They were a friendly, close knit group of people. They worked hard and they played hard, together. John seemed to gravitate to a younger group of special friends in their twenties. His best friend was a young man named Ted. His wife Dot was a beautiful local girl, outgoing and a lot of fun to be around . She was blonde, slim and tall, green-eyed, and long-legged. Although Dot was somewhat bohemian, Angie found it easy to like her.
After catching up on a lot of overdue sex, John and Angie’s free time was spent sight-seeing and shopping. John showed her all the places he had been to before she got there. Weekend evenings were spent mostly gathering with friends, dining and dancing. One of John’s favorite places was a small gasthaus, a pub, near their housing area. It was run by an American ex-serviceman. Gene’s Place was very popular with young Americans.
Angie never smoked cigarettes, drank caffeine or alcoholic beverages. Her body was the temple of her soul. Secretly, she kept a bottle of Morgan David blackberry wine in the kitchen cabinet, to settle her nerves, she said. At Gene’s Place she would occasionally sip wine from her husband’s glass. This led to many refills for John. It was a source of humor with their friends. Angie and John drank wine from the same glass.
She looked forward to their evenings out. They would dine out, bar hop and dance with his friends till the wee hours. The wine curbed her inhibitions and she enjoyed herself immensely. She knew that European women did not wait to be asked to dance by the men and took to the dance floor with each other without hesitation. She noticed Ted’s wife Dot danced with many women, but especially with Rod’s girlfriend, Goody.
Angie learned that Goody was Dot’s maid of honor and best friend. Rod, one of the young servicemen in the their unit, was a big, good looking farm boy. He was shy, soft spoken and well mannered. One evening Angie had just come off the dance floor sweaty and very tipsy, she sat on her husband’s lap. John mostly ignored her while he talked with others at the table. With one arm draped around John’s neck and with a wine glass at her lips she watched Dot and Goody on the dance floor. Then it dawned on her. Why didn’t Dot ask her to dance? Seems Dot had danced with everyone in the place but her. Angie had not danced with any of the other women, since there were plenty of willing male partners, mostly John, Ted and Rod. But Dot had never pulled her to the dance floor like she did Goody.
When the music stopped, Angie watched Dot and Goody make their way to the loo. She was feeling giddy and decided to join them. They were having so much fun. She walked into the lady’s room as several other women were going out. She could hear Dot and Goody laughing and talking with each other in the stalls. She glanced in the mirror and unsteadily poked at her hair and make-up in the mirror. She was about to say something to the girls when she realized that they were in the same stall together. She froze at the mention of her name. They didn’t know she was there.
“I haven’t seen you dance with Angie yet.” She heard Goody say to Dot.
“No, but I’d like to get her out there and give her gorgeous ass a good squeeze. Do you think she would like it if I did this to her?” Angie heard Goody catch her breath.
“No…..I mean, yes, that. Do that, yes! Hurry Dot; a quickie!” Angie heard Goody panting; the sounds of lust were unmistakable. She held her breath fearing that she’d be discovered. What are these two women doing? Then it dawned on her. They’re lesbians! No, how could they be lesbians? Dot is married to Ted, and Rod is Goody’s boyfriend. But they certainly were engaged in sexual misbehavior she thought. She could hear them moaning softly. And Angie’s breasts were swelling like they do when she’s horny. Oh, my god, this is turning me on! Angie’s hands grasped at her hardening nipples. When they got like that they required attention. She thought of her breasts as the keys to the kingdom. Get these and the rest comes with it. She felt the wetness coming. She had never been confronted with a situation such as this and certainly never expected to react like this.
Angie heard Dot, “Um! Um! Oh, Goody!” Angie never dwelled upon sex with another woman. She liked cock too much. And, size did indeed matter. Her sexual preferences dwelled on cock. There had been a couple of times when she set aside her preference for well endowed men so she could indulge herself in another of her secret passions. One of her previous lovers had introduced her to the pleasures of anal sex. She decided she had made the right decision with John, size-wise. He was large, so she had resigned herself. No anal sex in her marriage. Not since one of her brief affairs with an older and understanding married man. He was average size, but the intense anal pleasures he gave her were unforgettable.
Listening to the girls for what seemed like hours, she had unconsciously slipped one hand to her slit, pulling the panty crotch aside. She was on her way to an orgasm when she heard the door open. She quickly regained her composure and hurriedly left the lady’s room. She had just sat down at the table when Dot and Goody came out. She couldn’t keep her eyes off them the rest of the evening. She watched them dance closely, their hips undulating and pressing close. Their summer dresses hiding legs slipping between and into each other. Angie was horny.
At closing time, Goody suggested they all head back to her apartment. John made excuses to his understanding friends. Outside the establishment, Dot and Goody gave John friendly kisses, really friendly thought Angie, but she had other things on her mind and she was pleased John wanted to go straight home.
On the way, she was highly aroused. She was anxious to get into bed with her husband. She cuddled up close to him in the front seat to unzip his fly. John was surprised at her enthusiasm and was instantly hard.
“What’s up sweetheart,” John asked surprised at her groping hands.
“Your cock, I hope,” Angie replied with her lilting laugh. She normally avoided vulgar language, but he knew she was drunk. He hadn’t seen her drunk too often back in the States, but he liked her when she was uninhibited. She rested her head on John’s lap and pulled his hard-on out of his pants. She greedily stuffed it in her mouth. She pulled her dress up, stretched her legs as much as she could in the cramped quarters of John’s Corvair and slipped her fingers into her panties once more.
Once they got home she wanted to do it on the living room couch without undressing. She climbed on top of John. After tossing her panties she sat on his lap and fucked him furiously. John had never seen her this horny. In her passion she flipped over and presented her upturned buttocks to him. She loved it from behind. he grasped his erection and rubbed the head against her asshole.
“You know we can’t do that, baby, much as I’d like to.” He rubbed his large head around her asshole and she became even more aroused.
Please Johnny! Just rub it around in there for a little bit!” Angie Lee longed for a good butt-fuck like she remembered from times before
John.
Then, “No, no. Stop. It won’t go in. Just fuck me hard.” She was at last satisfied with several good orgasms and passed out. John sat next to her smoking a cigarette and wondering what had put her in such a great mood. He was glad she was enjoying herself lately. Then he imagined what was going on at Goody’s apartment. He remembered the last time he was there and he got hard again. Angie lay sprawled and out cold next to him. He fondled his penis and reached over to his wife and massaged her buttocks. She did have a great body. So did Goody, and Dot. Angie, Goody, and Dot, he thought, and it gave him pleasure to think about the three. Nope, never happen. But he fantasized and stroked his cock.
Sunday morning at breakfast she was happy and eager to talk about the good time they’d had the night before. She asked, “Johnny, what do you know about Dot and Goody?” He thought for a moment before he responded. He couldn’t tell her everything of course.
“Well,” he began, “Dot and Goody are long time good friends. Goody struck up a conversation with Rod on the streetcar one day. He introduced them to Ted. Dot and Ted married a couple of years ago. He was assigned as my sponsor when I arrived. Dot and Ted showed me around town and I’ve been to their apartment for dinner a few times.” John waited for her response.
“And Goody?”
“Oh, she has her own very nice apartment on the Wilhelmstrasse. Her parents left her an apartment building. She’s been dating Rod for a while. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious.” She paused. John did not press the issue and continued reading his newspaper. He remembered he still had a key to Goody’s apartment.
“Johnny, do you think Dot and Goody are more than just good friends?”
“What do you mean, Angie?” She’s on to something here thought John.
“Last night they were fooling around with each other in the lady’s room.”
“Fooling around with each other?” He knew exactly what she meant. They liked to fool around with each other in the loo when they went out. They liked to fool around with him
too, but that came to a halt after Angie got there. He remembered being teasingly fondled off under the table or outdoors on the veranda at Gene’s Place by one or both of them.
“It’s unlikely that they’re lesbians, but I definitely think they’re bisexual, Johnny. Have you ever seen them together like that?”
John thought, boy have I! I wonder if that’s what got Angie all worked up last night. She suspects something. For their own reasons, he knew the girls wanted her to find out sooner or later. He thought, Oh what the hell!
“Yeah, they’re lovers. They were doing it before Dot and Ted married, honey, you know how European women are. They’re very liberal about their relationships with each other.”
“I would hate for Ted to find out, it would devastate him,” Angie said to him just before she saw the light. “Wait a minute, if you know about it, Ted must know about it, right?” The cogs were turning furiously in John’s head .
“Yes, he knows of course.”
“And he doesn’t care?” Angie asked.
It’s not that he doesn’t care, Angie. They like to party. They’re young. They have a good time, they’re swingers.”
“Group sex? How awful, Johnny! How can they do that? It’s sinful and I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t know if I can associate with people like that!” There were visions of flesh in her mind.
The conversation was beginning to irritate John. “Come on, Angie Lee! How many guys have you had sex with? And, the married guys? Neither of us were virgins when we married. As far as I know they haven’t had sex with as many people as you have. Just together. Both girls, and Rod were virgins till they met and the girls insisted on fucking him together.”
After a minute of silence, he continued, “Ted was the most worldly of the three having spent a tour in the far east before he came here. And,” he emphasized, “you haven’t told me what you did to cope for the past eight months either. I know you can’t go eight months without sex.” She was speechless. John added, “Hate the sin, love the sinner, remember?” She kept quiet. He went back to his paper. Oh shit, what must she be thinking?
She intended to tell him about getting laid while he was gone. Just a one night stand. Then she called the guy back for an encore. Then the other one, someone she worked with. That affair lasted all winter. Then an encore the following summer in a college parking lot. She loved fucking in public. She hated to admit it, but she needed it. Her mind was grinding away trying to absorb this new information. She had to think about this. They probably went to Goody’s apartment to fuck last night and she wondered if John had every joined them. She had her flings because she had tired of her dildo during their separation and she wouldn’t blame him. It was so good to have John’s impressive cock again. And he was, after all, very understanding. It was Ok, just be careful, was his attitude. She appreciated that in him but losing her freedom weighed heavily when she agreed to marry him and become a military wife.
Angie thought about this all week. The thought crossed her mind that she could fuck a married man without all the hostility it caused. It could happen on much friendlier terms. Much friendlier. It was all she could think about. It made her very horny. She masturbated every day that week, sometimes several times a day. She and John had sex every night that week like when they first met.
John wondered if there was a connection between their conversation about Dot and Goody and the sudden increase in her sexual appetite. She was still unaware of his involvement. The next time she brought up the subject was as she lay panting after an orgasm with John’s cock still twitching inside her.
“J-johnny, last weekend, when t-they left us at Gene’s Place, what do you think they did at Goody’s apartment?”
He remembered. Leaning forward he held her shoulders as probed her pussy from behind. He whispered in her ear, “They probably opened another bottle of wine and sucked and fucked each other till breakfast.” He remembered Goody coming out of the shower with Ted one Sunday morning after such an evening. He and Dot were on the bed fucking.
“W-what do you think they d-do, Johnny?” She humped back on his cock again and fingered her juicy labia. “Tell me m-more, honey. I want t-to know how they do it.”
“Rod told me,” he whispered hoarsely, “that Goody and Dot sixty-nine and while they’re eating each other he and Ted fuck them from behind.” He remembered again, slowly fucking his wife with renewed vigor. Long strokes, like he did to Dot and Goody, as he whispered his recollections.
“Oh, g-god! That’s s-so hot, Johnny! What else?” She gasped and fucked back.
John answered, “Goody likes to sit on Dot’s face while she sucks on Ted’s cock and Rod fucks Dot.” She’s getting off on this, thought John. So was he.
Rapidly and breathlessly she asked, “Rod f-fucks Dot? In front of Ted? And Ted fucks Goody too?” She had already figured that out, she just wanted to hear it. “Do they butt-fuck too, Johnny?” But, before John could answer, “Ohhhh m-my god, Johnny! I’m cumming!” Then, still panting, “Why weren’t w-we invited, Johnny?”
John’s eyes popped wide open. His mind raced. Maybe? “We were, sweetheart, I just didn’t think you would want to get involved in something like that with those kind of people,” he said dryly. Angie heard her words fed back to her. She was exhausted and drowsy. John thought she was asleep after several minutes.
“I do now,” she whispered to herself as she fell asleep. John heard her.
What a nice young man that Rod is, and what a nice long cock he has. Cock? Why am I seeing his cock? The question was set aside as she further admired the
long, slender penis with such a large bulbous helmet. In her entire life she had
never been in such a pleasurable state. She felt wonderfully warm pressed by
flesh like this. And a soft tongue was licking her pussy. She woke from her
dream the next morning fingering her clit.
John woke to find his wife sucking his cock. When she had swallowed his cum, she wiped her mouth on the bed-sheet and crawled on top of him. She kissed him and asked, “What’s the plan for the weekend, Johnny?”
John cautiously replied, “Oh, I don’t know, would you like to ride down the
Rhine River and take in a couple of castles? We could spend the night at one of those
hotels along the river.” He knew she wasn’t interested in castles.
Angie was trying not to sound too anxious, but suggested, “Why don’t we just take in an early movie this afternoon then have dinner at Gene’s Place? We can ask Dot and Ted to join us if they don’t have any plans.”
What could he say? “Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”
Angie was thinking, I can’t stand it another day. The morning went by altogether too slowly. Before they left their quarters, Angie went to the kitchen cabinet and poured herself a glass of blackberry wine. Then another then another quick one.
They met Dot and Ted at the base exchange theater. Angie greeted them excitedly and for the first time gave them both a very friendly hello kiss. Dot was pleasantly surprised when Angie took her hand and led her into the darkened theater. John and Ted went to fetch refreshments. They sat together in one of the back rows and waited for their men.
After a few pleasantry, asked, “Have you known Goody a long time, Dot?”
“Since I was eighteen. I met her when I got my first job. We worked together at a
champagne factory in Mainz.” Angie was still holding Dot’s hand in hers.
“She’s really a sweet person. Do you like her, Angie?”
“I think she’s a very sexy lady. Her waist is so tiny and she has beautiful hips. And such breasts!.” Angie paused, thinking how she had prepared herself for this conversation.
“You’re athletic like me, aren’t you, Dot? I exercise regularly.”
“I try to be. And yes, Goody is very sexy.” I wonder where she’s going with
this, thought Dot. Dot could smell the red wine on Angie’s breath. “You’re
pretty sexy yourself, Angie.”
“Do you think so, Dot? I value your opinion. Do you think I have a gorgeous ass? Uh, I mean, do you think I have a nice figure?” Angie had intended to let that slip into the conversation to give Dot a hint, but the wine and her excitement made it difficult to concentrate. She wanted it to happen tonight and suspecting John’s involvement in this might make it easier.
Where have I heard those words before, thought Dot. She was slightly embarrassed when she remembered last Saturday night in the stall with Goody.
“Ok, Angie. I said that to Goody last weekend. Were you there?”
“I didn’t really want to let on, Dot, and I’m sorry I was eavesdropping. It’s just that I want to be friends with you, just like Goody.”
“Like Goody? Really like Goody? “ Dot smiled at Angie. “Did Johnny tell you about me and Goody, is that it?” Dot’s right elbow was on the arm rest. Angie took Dot’s hand and placed it on her own knee. Dot wondered how much she knew.
Leaning to her left, “Yes, just like Goody,” she whispered into Dot’s ear.
Dot slid her hand inside Angie’s knee. She pulled it toward her own and squeezed her thigh. Angie caught her breath. Feeling Angie’s lips still at her right ear, Dot turned her head and kissed Angie on the lips while reaching further between the woman’s legs.
“Have you ever had sex with another woman, Angie?” She spread her legs further as Dot’s fingers grazed her clit.
“I-I’ve never thought about it t-too much till I h-heard you and Goody in the toilet stall.” Angie thought about what John had told her. “I’m excited about going to Goody’s apartment with you tonight!” Before Dot could respond, “Dot, I want to ask you if my husband has ever been there with you, but I’m Ok with that because we agreed on that before he left the States. Really, it’s Ok. It excites me to think about you and John and Goody together.”
Dot slipped her index finger between Angie’s wet labia and whispered, “He has a nice cock, Angie.”
Angie nestled her mouth behind Dot’s ear, “Oh g-god, Dot. I’m s-so horny!”
As the men came up the aisle with the popcorn they looked for the girls and saw them sitting in the back row. The seats rose steeply up to the back projection wall so they could only see head and shoulders, heads close together whispering. Angie sat to Dot’s
right and as they approached Ted saw Dot’s right hand between Angie’s knees. Angie sat with downcast eyes and did not look up as Ted side-stepped by to sit on Dot’s left. John sat next to the his wife’s left. Dot and Ted smiled at each other but made no comment.
Their attention soon turned to the screen and the women had joined hands. A few minutes later, Angie and Dot had slipped their hands to each other’s knees, their arms crossing in the middle and their legs slightly parted. They were both wearing short skirts so that the men had a clear view of their wives legs and thighs. Dot softly caressed Angie’s inner thigh and Angie wasted no time in doing the same for Dot although their eyes were still on the screen. Dot’s fingers ventured further up Angie’s thigh till her fingers found Angie’s pussy again. When Dot’s middle finger found the wetness, it delved between Angie’s labia
and stroked the cleft, easily finding Angie’s clitoris. Angie’s heart was pounding and her breathing rapidly but her eyes never left the screen. She became aware of John’s hand on her right knee. She moved her right hand to fondle John’s hard-on through his pants. Her eyes then left the screen to look down to her husband’s crotch. John slouched forward and unzipped his fly whereupon Angie reached inside to find his cock wet with precum. She tugged on it slowly and at the same time felt Dot’s bare pussy with her left hand.
Angie whispered to Dot, “Do you always go with panties?”
“I never do when we go out,” Dot replied. “And I never, ever wear a bra. Look, feel.” Angie pulled her right hand out of her husband’s fly to feel Dot’s breasts. Through the flimsy material she could feel small but firm breasts. She pinched the hardened nipples. It was then that she saw Dot’s left hand firmly grasping Ted’s exposed penis.
“You may feel that too if you want,” Dot whispered. Angie’s hand left Dot’s breasts and she shifted in her seat requiring her to remove her left hand from between Dot’s legs. Leaning over Dot her fingers wrapped around Ted’s cock joining Dot’s fingers. She leaned her over Dot as far as she could but could not quite get her mouth over it. Dot looked over at a smiling John who had exposed his cock and was pointing it at her as he stroked it. It had been a while since she’d enjoyed that handsome appendage and was looking forward to it again; tonight. Momentarily disappointed, Angie released Ted’s cock and reached between Dot’s legs with her right hand. Dot turned toward her and with her left hand did the same to Angie. Ted and John slouched down in their seats stroking their pricks. They were very pleased about how things were turning out. Angie and Dot continued fingering each other, enjoying their first devouring kisses. It wasn’t but a few minutes when Angie’s legs began to jerk and her hips hump in the seat.
Panting into Dot’s mouth, “Dot! Oh, Dot! I’m coming! Don’t stop!” They gave each other their first orgasms of the weekend when Dot followed with her own series of mini-orgasms.
When they settled down, Dot saw Angie was still looking at Ted’s cock and whispered, “Do you want them to switch seats?.” Angie’s pussy was still throbbing from her cum and was beyond the reach of her quickly eroding inhibitions. She wanted to fully enjoy the lusty moment.
“Johnny,” she whispered to her husband, “Would you like to swap?”
“Huh?” John, taken aback, wasn’t quite sure of her meaning.
“Seats, John, would you like to swap seats with Ted?” Hesitantly, she added, “Come on, Johnny, let’s enjoy ourselves. Dot and I have talked.”
The smiling men stood up and, facing their wives, sidestepped past them, to swap seats. Angie then sat sideways, leaned down and sucked Ted’s cock into her mouth thinking, it’s not as big as John’s cock, but it will do very nicely. Ted fondled her long dark hair in both his hands till she swallowed his load.
“I want to watch John fuck Dot tonight, Ted. I know it’s Ok with you. You’ve watched them fuck. I want to see it while you and I fuck too.”
She looked to her left at Dot who’s head was still buried in John’s lap, her exposed asscheeks pointing toward Angie. She could not resist putting her hand into Dot’s crack to feel that wonderfully bare-blond pussy. The thought of burying her tongue in Dot’s swollen labia occurred to her. She had never thought about licking a woman’s cunt. This was a special occasion though, and she knew she would do it before the night was over. It would have to wait till later. Angie was looking forward to later.
Dot was thinking, this lady is hot tonight! She obviously wants to get fucked properly. She came on to Dot and it didn’t bother her at all giving head to each other’s husbands. Dot was going to make sure Angie got what she wanted and have fun breaking her in to some new fun. She couldn’t wait to tell Goody. They left the darkened theater before the movie ended.
At Gene’s place, they ordered dinner and wine. Angie had her own glass tonight. From the moment they left the theater, John and Ted amused themselves teasing the girls about their performance and Angie’s attempt to keep her orgasm quiet. They were all feeling randy and enjoying the new found friendship.
Making sure Dot and Ted overheard him, John hugged his wife to him, ‘Did you
enjoy Dot’s fingers, Angie?”
“Ummmm, yes Johnny, I did. Did you enjoy the blow-job she gave you?”
“Yes, sweetheart, she’s very good. I know Ted enjoyed your mouth too since I
know how good you are too.” Ted and John both knew Dot for a far better cocksucker than Angie. But there was always room for improvement.
“Thank you dear, you’re so understanding,” she mockingly responded to her
husband. “But I hope the fun’s not over yet,” she laughed back.
Dot and Ted looked at each other at Angie’s comment. Ted spoke softly to Dot,
“I want to watch you make her cum again; with your mouth.”
Dot kissed him, and replied, “I want you fucking her while I make her
cum. baby.”
Angie, listening intently heard them talking about her and fucking. Under table, she placed one leg over her husband’s. John promptly ran his fingers up to her wet panties. She was breathing rapidly from dancing, but he knew his wife was aroused and drunk and that in this condition he knew she was not going to disappoint him. He was having visions of Dot, Angie, and Goody together. He was fully erect and his wife, in her drunken stupor, repeatedly asked, “Are you going to fuck Dot again tonight”. He was relieved that she knew and wanted to participate.
And every time he whispered back into her hair, “Are you going to fuck Ted?”
Goody arrived. As they came in the door, she and Rod shouted and waved to the four already at their favorite table in the corner. Angie watched and waved as they approached the table. She remembered her dream of Rod. She then focused her attention on Goody. God, she’s gorgeous, thought Angie. She watched as Goody gave John, Ted and Dot the same full-mouth kisses. Young Rod kissed Dot eagerly and fun-like but was hesitant when he looked at Angie. John knew he was shy and gave Angie Lee a gentle push toward Rod. Angie wanted him to like her so she drew close and pressed herself to him. He was taller so she had to stand on her toes, threw both arms around his neck to kiss him full on the lips. She could feel the bulge in his pants at her navel. They were all laughing at Rod’s discomfort and surprise at Angie. When Goody was within reach Angie wrapped her arms around Goody’s small waist and hugged her tightly feeling her friend’s breasts and hips against her. The image of Goody and Dot together crossed her mind. Goody looked over Angie’s shoulder at Dot with a questioning smile. Dot and Goody could read each other’s minds. Dot pursed her lips and tilted her head toward Angie. Goody understood.
The next thing Angie knew, she was flicking her tongue back into Goody’s mouth. Goody caught her off guard, but she was so horny that she returned the kiss almost unconsciously. Goody, looking at Dot again reached around and placed
her hand on Angie’s buttock and playfully squeezed. They both screeched uproariously.
All the laughs and hugs confirmed Angie had cum into the fold, so-to-speak. Angie, almost embarrassed and eyes typically down-cast, turned to her husband, then looked at Dot who was smiling at her. It then dawned on her how much John had been involved with these women. She focused her eyes on Rod and felt a need to rub her pussy. Before she could dwell on the subject Dot reached out to take Angie’s hand in hers and squeezed
enthusiastically. “We’re going to have fun to-night, baby! Come, dance with me.”
The floor was crowded. Angie was overwhelmed with pleasure as she danced with
this beautiful blond girl. Their hips and legs touched repeatedly. Angie felt their breasts press into each other. Dot pulled her tight at times and slipped her leg between Angie’s thighs to her mound.
The frivolity continued with wine, music, dance and most of all, anticipation. She danced with Rod and Ted and brazenly toyed with their cocks. Dancing with Goody was just about the most sensual experience she had ever had. They pressed into each other in a slow grind holding each other’s asscheeks as they swayed to the music and kissed. The others stared in awe of their wanton behavior.
During the last slow dance with her husband, Angie nibbled on John’s ear and whispered, “Are you all right with this Johnny? I mean are we going to be Ok with this.?”
“Angie, I wanted to tell you about Goody and…” she put her fingers to his lips.
“Johnny,” I’ve wanted to confess to you too, but not now. Let’s enjoy and go with the flow. Do you want to Johnny?”
John agreed saying, “Sweetheart, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you want. I want to see you and the girls together like I’ve seen them together.”
“Was it good, Johnny? Did they make you cum good?”
“Yes,” he replied, “and they will do the same for you.”
Angie rubbed her mons into her husband’s hardon as they danced and whispered
hoarsely into his ear, “What about Ted and Rod? Can I fuck them too Johnny?” She
was close to an orgasm on the dance floor. “Ask them if they’re ready to go,
Johnny. I want to fuck. I’m so horny, Johnny.” John was thinking, boy, this is gonna be
good!
Just about that time, Dot appeared behind Angie and put her arms around both
of them pressing her pelvis tightly to Angie’s behind. Angie pressed back and
leaned her head backwards towards Dot’s face.
“Let’s go, Dot, I’m ready.”
“I’ll know you are, sweetheart,” Dot replied then kissed Angie’s mouth again,
tongue probing. “Let’s go John. Let’s take care of your wife.” Dot kissed John and went off to find Ted.
Once they reached the car, John’s Corvair only allowed a tight fit for three passengers in the rear and bucket seats in front. “Ted, you and Goody come in the back with me,” Dot said laughing, then, “Angie can sit on Rod’s lap up in front.”
“I’ll cum with you in the back darling” Goody replied. “Angie on Rod’s lap should be fun to watch.” Then making sure Angie was listening said, “You know how easy he gets hard. He was hard every time we danced.”
“He’s always hard when I dance with him,” Dot added. Rod was getting hard listening to the girls talk about his erection.
Angie’s Ride Home, episode 5
Ted folded the Corvair’s front passenger seat and followed Dot and Goody into the rear seat. Rod brought the seat upright, sat down and Angie climbed onto his lap. John was already in the driver’s seat. Angie leaned toward John with her left arm around his neck and her head on his shoulder as he drove off. As they made their way through the city’s late-night traffic to Goody’s apartment, they all poked fun at Rod who was enjoying Angie’s squirming ass on his swelling member. short skirt was no obstacle. Her damp panties nestled on Rod’s lap.
“Johnny,” Angie whispered in his ear, “He’s getting a hard-on.”
Making sure everyone heard, John whispered, but loudly, “He does get a big one sweetheart.”
Laughter from the back seat and, “You’d better be careful with that monster you’re sitting on, Angie,” Goody warned.
As his hard-on grew under Angie, Rod needed to adjust so he spread his legs apart and Angie ended up sitting astride his left knee. Her bare legs and crotch straddled Rod’s thigh. Angie felt Rod’s large dick-head as it grew under his pants, pushing forward against the crack of her ass. She lifted slightly and back into him for better contact. When she did she found herself firmly trapping his long cock in her crotch against her cloth covered labia.
“Oh, Johnny!” She groaned into John’s neck and humped on Rod’s swollen member. Two layers of soaked cloth separated their genitals. Angie Lee loved frottage but she needed more. Her right hand found its way down to her pussy and she rubbed her fingers down her labia and poked Rod’s cock head. She hooked her panty crotch with her fingers, pulled it aside and settled herself back down firmly. Now just Rod’s pants separated them and it was soaked with Angie’s wetness. She craved another “public” cum like she had with Dot earlier in the day. She was panting and sucking a hickey on her husband’s neck as she slid her crotch around on Rod’s meat.
Because she had a fondness for fucking in semi-public places she was reminded of the many different places she had done that with previous lovers. Like leaning over her apartment balcony overlooking their neighbor’s windows with Clyde giving it to her doggie; on a blanket in the woods another time sucking cock, and countless automobile trysts in the college parking lot. Angie loved fucking in automobiles, but this situation was another first.
She glanced into the back seat to see Dot’s leg draped over Ted’s lap and Goody’s hand massaging Dot’s thigh. When their eyes met, Goody leaned forward to Angie, “Are you fucking him, sweetheart? Pull it out and fuck him, Angie.” At the same time Goody had placed her fingers at Angie’s mouth. Angie’s lips parted so she could taste the juices on Goody’s fingers and knew it was Dot’s sweet cream.
Goody reached between the bucket seats and pushed her hand under Angie who lifted slightly to allow Goody to feel her wet pussy underneath. Goody, palm up, maneuvered her fingers past Angie’s panty crotch to find her cunt lips.
“You are wet!” said Goody. Angie caught her breath as she felt Goody’s fingers brush her clit. Goody’s fingers left her and she felt and heard Rod’s zipper coming open. Goody reached into Rod’s fly and pulled his turgid cock out. She stroked its length and pulled Angie’s panty aside to allow Rod’s long cock in one side and out the other. Angie rested her weight on Rod’s trapped cock and planted her pussy firmly on its length. She slid back and forth with it between her pussy lips, sliding past her opening to her clit. It was like riding a banister rail.
With her mouth on her husband’s neck she wasn’t asking when she said, “Johnny, I want him inside me.”
John turned his head towards her momentarily and kissed her lips. Focusing back on the road, he replied, “Do it, baby, I’ll drive around the block real slow.” Then, glancing quickly at Rod, “Go ahead, boy! She’s in the mood!” John drove past the apartment with his wife’s mouth latched and sucking on his neck. He felt her hips humping Rod’s hard-on. Her free right hand clutched at his cock under his pants.
Rod shifted to his left and held Angie’s hips in a spoon. Angie slid down to her husband’s shoulder but did not let go of his cock. She and Rod on their side, Angie lifted her right leg for Rod cock to poke stiffly between her asscheeks. She slid her wet cunt forward till Rod’s bulbous head nestled at her asshole for just a moment, knowing that she could never fit it in there, but it thrilled her to rub it on her asshole. Rod pushed his dick-head in just past her labia and it nudged her clit. Angie slid back and Rod pushed forward and the head popped into her hot, wet hole. “Oh!” She shrieked, mostly in surprise at how easy it went in. She stopped, moaned into her husband’s shoulder, “Mmmmmmm!” She took it little by little. “Oh!” she said each time it slid in further. “Oh! Oh-oh-oh! Oh, Rod!” Rod was trapped against the passenger door and all he could do was hang on to Angie’s ass and let her ride. Angie rode Rod’s long slender cock with her left arm around her husband’s neck and her right hand grasping John’s now fully exposed and erect cock. She had an urge to suck it but couldn’t figure how to get it in her mouth without loosing the wonderful appendage in her pussy. “Oooooh, gawd, Johnnyyyyy! It’s innnn……. soooo d-deep!”
“Is it good, Angie?” Angie looked into the back seat in response. In the passing city lights She saw Goody finger-fucking Dot. Ted had his hands full of Goody’s breasts. Angie and Dot’s lust filled eyes met. Dot was about to cum on Goody’s fingers and as she looked at Angie, “G-good, huh?” John kept driving around the block enjoying his wife’s hand-job and the screwing she was getting from young Rod. He was thinking ahead to Goody’s apartment. It had been a long time since he had been in Goody’s apartment.
Angie released her husband’s cock and sat up straight. She aligned herself directly over Rod’s lap. She put her hands on the dashboard, lifted her ass slightly so as not to loose Rod’s penis in the moving car, but it was still halfway up her cunt. She lifted till it was vertical, then slowly lowered herself back down. Rod’s long cock slid easily up to her cervix. Her head was pressed up against the headliner and her back was arched. Rod’s hands grasped her breasts from behind and Angie’s hands were about to tear the leather off the dash. John knew Rod was plumbing new depths with his wife. He was large and thick but he had seen Rod’s cock when the boy had fucked both Dot and Goody on previous visits to Goody’s spacious and comfortable apartment. Rod was longer than he, not as thick, but long with a large bulbous helmet. Angie was thoroughly enjoying the front-seat fuck. It was too much for Angie. She came with a roaring howl as Rod’s cock jerked and twitched and unloaded into Angie. Cheers from the back seat joined-in with her. Angie had always loved sex with the possibility of being caught, but now she knew it was better with an audience.
John pulled into the courtyard at Goody’s apartment building. Angie was still breathless and panting. She had Rod’s still-hard cock buried deep inside her when her husband turned the ignition off.
“Ok Angie, get off it and let us out,” Dot said from the back seat.
Angie turned to John and whispered, “Thank you, darling, it was so good.” Turning to Rod, “Oh, thank you too Rod. Can I have more of that tonight?” She kissed the boy on the mouth before he could manage a coherent reply then laughed and squirmed around on his dick before lifting herself off. Angie got out of the car and leaned against it. She was still a little unsteady from the wine and the orgasm. Dot came out of the back seat and put her arm around Angie’s waist and pulled her close.
“Are you ok, sweetheart?” Then added, “It was good, wasn’t it?” Angie smiled at Dot.
“He has a long one, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, I know,” said Dot. “I’ve enjoyed it myself a few times. Actually he was the first man I fucked me before Ted. Goody and I raped him one night,” Dot told her laughing. But I was really hot and horny watching you and him from the back seat.”
“Yes, I saw you watching and I could see Goody giving you a helping hand,” Angie replied laughing loudly. Then added, “Did you, uh….did you like Johnny’s big cock too?”
Dot smiled and walked Angie, arm still around her, to the apartment entrance and said, “Yes, I really enjoyed fucking John, but I wasn’t cheating, really, Ted and Goody were there too. And he said you and he had an agreement about sex while you were separated. Are you Ok with that now? Don’t be upset, we’re all just good friends who love to have sex together. John is one of the nicest men I’ve ever met and it’s much more fun with people you like.”
“Yes, I understand and I want it too and I want to do it with you and Johnny.” They stopped in the shadows where Dot pulled Angie close to kiss her. As they kissed Dot placed her hand at Angie’s wet panty crotch. She inserted her fingers into Angie’s labia and rubbed
gently.
“Oh, Dot! You’re soooo good to me! I want to make love to you, Dot,” Angie whispered as Dot’s fingers delved further into her pussy. She could feel Rod’s cum dribbling out onto Dot’s fingers. Angie fumbled under Dot’s dress remembering that she was not wearing panties. She found it also wet and warm.
“We will sweetheart, we will. Let me help you out of these wet panties.” Dot bent down to pull them down while Angie steadied herself with a hand on Dot’s shoulder. Dot pulled Angie’s panties off one foot then the other and in the process turned her head into Angie’s mound and inhaled the heavy aroma. Having accomplished that Dot turned her head, “Where the hell is Goody?”
Goody was sitting on the door opening between Rod’s legs. Rod was still sitting in the front seat with his left leg in and his right foot on the cobblestones. Goody was sucking on his cock-head while holding the rest of it with both hands. John and Ted were standing nearby smoking and enjoying the show. Goody looked up to see the group watching her.
“What’s the matter, you never seen me suck him off? I just wanted to get a taste of Angie before he put it back in his pants!” John and Ted applauded and laughed.
“Come on, Goody, unlock the door and let’s go in, I’m thirsty!” Dot told her, still holding onto Angie Lee who added, “And she’s horny too.”
Once inside the apartment, Goody brought out a couple of bottles of her best Rhine wine. Dot and Angie were seated together on the large divan. They were kissing and fondling each other and divesting themselves of their clothes as they went along. The men were seated close by on the several large easy chairs surrounding the divan. They were enjoying the performance while Goody served wine all around. Once she had poured the wine Goody disappeared into her bedroom and returned momentarily wearing little else but garter and
stockings.
“Come sit on my lap, Goody,” John told her.
“Get undressed first, Johnny, I want your cock while we watch Dot do you wife,” she said.
Rod and Ted also undressed. They stroked themselves, sipped wine and smoked while watching the girls on the divan. Goody sat over one of John’s legs and on the armrest so she could grasp his cock with one hand, sip her wine with the other, and watch the girls.
Dot and Goody, completely naked now, sucked each others tongues and nipples. Their hands roamed from legs to buttocks then to each other’s cunts. One long-tall blonde and one dark beauty completely entangled in each other legs and arms.
“How do you like watching your wife get fucked, Johnny?” Goody put her drink down and
concentrated on John’s cock, slowly stroking it.
“I’m enjoying this tremendously, Goody. I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Oh, oh, oh, Dot, eat me please!” Dot pushed Angie down on the divan. Angie had one foot on the persian rug the other leg stretched out on the divan. Dot knelt between Angie’s widespread and stretched her arms to fondle her new friend’s nipples. From her breasts she slid her hands down Angie’s stomach and to her prominent mound. Dot toyed with
Angie’s pussy and spread the labia with her thumbs. She flicked her tongue at the engorged clit before she opened her mouth wide to completely cover Angie’s cunt.
“Oooooh, Dot! That’s sooooo good!” Dot had Angie’s pelvis humping within minutes. Dot’s mouth never left Angie’s pussy but her tongue worked like an orchestra conductor’s baton. When she inserted two fingers to find her G-spot, Angie began to howl in her orgasm. Angie had never had her pussy eaten by another woman and never like Dot was doing now.
“Your is a screamer, Johnny,” Goody said to him as she continued stroking his prick.
“Yeah, she does get rather carried away when she’s having a good cum like she’s getting from Dot. You boys,” he said to Rod and Ted, “let go of your dicks and go over there and let Angie Lee do it.” Angie heard the comment.
Rod and Ted stood up and walked to the divan. Angie remembered her dream again as she watched them approach. When they were on both sides and behind the low-backed divan, she grasped a cock in each hand. Dot’s fingers were marvelous as her orgasm subsided, but now she wanted a cock in there.
“Dot….. please, Dot. I need c-cock now……..I want to f-fuck Ted now, please!”
Dot grabbed her husband’s wrist and pulled him down on the divan next to Angie.
“Let her get on top of you face up so I can do her while you fuck her.” Ted knew the routine. He had done it both ways with the girls before and they loved it. He lay down face up and pulled Angie on top of him with his feet resting on the floor. Angie first turned her back to him then straddled Ted to insert his cock. It slipped easily into Angie’s well lubricated pussy. Dot pushed her back onto Ted’s chest who wrapped his arms around Angie to fondle her breasts. Dot knelt between their legs as Ted was began to furiously fuck Angie from underneath.
“Slow down, Ted! You’ll be cumming in no time that way! Make it last, baby.” Dot took hold of her husband’s cock and literally pulled it out of Angie.
Angie looked down at Dot between her legs, “Awwww, Dot, now you’re b-being mean to me! It’s so good.”
“Don’t whine Angie, you’re going to love this.” Dot placed Ted’s cock next to her cheek and her mouth back on Angie’s cunt. Dot took her husband’s cock in her mouth, then replaced it at Angie’s opening. Angie took Ted’s cock in to the hilt a few strokes before Dot pulled it out and into her mouth to taste Angie Lee’s juices on it.
Angie still had Rod’s prick in her hand. She pulled him close to get it in her mouth. Rod leaned over and obliged her. Rod began to slowly fuck Angie’s mouth. She could not take all of it in, but three or four inches and that large helmet combined with the couple she was fornicating with was pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Dot’s mouth produced the most erotic sensations she had ever experienced and she finally had a cock in
her cunt and one in her mouth. And, Dot’s marvelous mouth mouthing her clit.
“Isn’t that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen Johnny?” Goody had John’s rock-hard monster firmly embedded in her throbbing vulva. She was sitting on him and enjoying the spectacle on the divan. slowly lifted herself up and down on John’s cock. Her beautiful ass and small waist was a sight to behold. John could see his penis as it disappeared into Goody then reappear as she rose. Her swollen pussy lips encircled his cock as it slid out then it pushed them back in to disappear. His hands hefted and massaged her swollen
breasts. He looked at his wife and was barely holding back his orgasm when he saw that Angie looked just about to cum in Dot’s mouth again. Angie did not remove Rod’s cock from her mouth, just opened it to release a muted howl again. Her hips were bucking and trembling as her cum exploded, jerking with each spasm. John held Goody’s ass down on his lap, pushed up, and shot a load into Goody.
Dot massaged Angie’s mons and flicked her tongue to Angie’s clit till her cum subsided. Dot, herself, hadn’t cum yet. She liked to hold it back and stay horny. She enjoyed being this horny. She motioned to Rod to bring his turgid cock around between Angie’s legs and stepped aside. Dot was not going to let up on Angie. Tonight she was going to see that Angie was fucked properly. Ted had not cum either and his hardon was out of but sliding slowly between Angie’s sopping labia when Rod placed his helmet at Angie’s pussy. Ted adjusted to let Rod in. In doing so his cock slid easily between Angie’s asscheeks. Rod lifted Angie’s legs up to his shoulders. Angie’s wide open cunt, her asshole and Ted’s cock were plainly visible to the on-lookers.
“Yeah, in her ass, Ted! She loves it there and she hasn’t had a good ass-fucking in years,” John told him. Dot, wine glass in hand stepped over to John, pulled Goody off him, and placed herself in the same position.
“Got any left for me, Johnny?” she asked smiling. “I need a good cum too, and you know how I love your cock.” Angie heard and looked over at John across the room. Dot was lowering her pretty bare pussy onto her husband’s cock. Goody was sitting next to them on the arm rest leaning back on the big easy chair fingering herself. John’s cock was spent, but tumescent.
“Maybe with a little help from Goody,” John replied to Dot’s question. He pulled Dot down on his lap. She leaned back on him so that her pussy was just above his cock, hanging between her legs.
Goody turned, “I can use a little more attention myself, Dot. I haven’t had much from you because of Angie.” Then she knelt on the carpet where she could look at Dot’s pussy and John’s limp dick.
“Come here sweetheart, I haven’t forgotten you. Come here, lick me and make Johnny hard again.” It never took long to recover with these two girls pressing their flesh against you.
John kissed Dot’s ear and said, “You certainly lived up to my wife’s expectations, Dot. She absolutely loved your luscious mouth just like we all do.”
“I love doing it like that with Ted. You know Goody loves it too. We did it with Inge too.”
John asked Dot in surprise, “You and Ted did Inge? The girl from Denmark?”
“Yeah, she slept over the night before she left. She was hot, too.”
John feigned disappointment, “Why didn’t I get invited? I know a few other guys who fucked her, and I would’ve loved to have been there to watch.”
“You’ll probably get your chance, Johnny, she’s coming back to her job at the airbase in a few months”.
Goody popped John’s cock from her mouth and looked up, “Me too!”
“You too, Goody. Johnny, put that thing in me.” John was again hard enough again to attempt another penetration into Dot’s gorgeous blond pussy. John knew that once he had it up her twat that she had a way of squeezing his dick like he had never felt before. He looked over at the divan to see Rod slowly inserting himself into Angie Lee and Ted’s cock nudging her asshole.
Angie, ankles astride Rod’s shoulders, frantically fumbled for both cocks. Guiding Ted into her asshole and Rod’s cock into her pussy. Angie was thinking aloud, “Oh m-my god! I’m gonna fuck both of them. Easy, Ted, easy! G-go, Rod, deeper! Oh, T-ted! You’re going in
too!”
“You said you wanted to fuck both of them Angie Lee,” John shouted to his wife.
“Oh, yesssss, Johnny! I didn’t expect both of them right off the bat. But, oh gawd! Yesss!”
With all the juices dribbling down the crack of her ass, Ted was easily able to push the head of his dick just past Angie’s sphincter. Like a rubber band around his penis. He slowly worked his cock into her ass. She pushed back when he inched forward. Ted and Rod were in with only a thin membrane separating their cocks.
“Fuck meeeeeeee!” Angie was reached another plateau in her sex life. Getting filled both ways, Ted’s prick in her ass was intensely erotic. It had been years and she yearned for it. She almost forgot the cock sliding into her pussy. Almost. “It’s soooo good, Johnny, its so fucking good! Awww fuck…meeeee!”
John’s monster cock slowly but steadily fucked Dot’s hairless blond pussy and Goody’s mouth and fingers toyed with both. Angie had Ted in her ass and Rod in her cunt. She looked at John and could see his large penis disappearing into Dot from underneath. Dot had spread her legs to either side on the arm rests. Dot held Goody’s head to her mound.
“Johnny!……Johnny! Please, I need one in my mouth!” Dot and Goody looked at each other and John.
“She wants all her holes filled,” Goody said to John.
“Okay, darling, I’m cumming. Excuse me girls…my wife is in need of one more cock.” It took just a little effort for John to straddle his wife and Ted’s heads and lower his cock to his Angie’s open mouth. Dot and Goody squeezed together on the easy chair, legs intertwined, muff grinding and watching Angie get thoroughly filled three ways. Angie Lee, consumed in lust didn’t remember the men extricating themselves when they finished with her. When she came to her senses, she found herself still in another orgasm as Goody lapped at her clit and Dot sucked on her hard nipples.
“Are you ok, Angie honey?” Panting still, Angie looked at Dot then at Goody between her legs. Immediately she insinuated herself so she could place her mouth at Dot’s pussy.
“I’m f-fine, Dot. I want t-to eat you now.” Smiling, she turned slightly and found Dot’s thighs pressing her ears and her in her face. Angie pressed her mouth to Dot’s labia and finally fond herself eating another woman’s pussy. She licked and sucked at every inch of her friend’s womanhood. Angie felt Goody’s mouth and tongue between her legs and looked to see Dot’s head disappear into Goody’s crotch. They formed a three way.
“Ever see a daisy-chain, guys?” John asked. The three of them lay on their sides lifting one leg to expose their pussy to the mouth of the woman sucking on it…Dot sucking Goody, Goody sucking Angie and Angie sucking Dot. They reversed positions at Angie’s suggestion. Angie sucked Goody, Goody ate Dot and Dot tongue fucked Angie.All three men found themselves amazed at their good fortune, but quite frankly fucked out
for the evening. They sat nearby watching drinking wine and smoking cigarettes.
“I thought my wife was just about satisfied, but it looks like they’ll be at it for a while longer.” Ted and Rod looked at John watching the women while stroking his semi-hard saying, “I’m gonna enjoy letting her loose with Inge.
Maybe fuck Inge while Angie eats her. Just like Dot and Ted did her.” He got up and approached the women. His cock was rigid and was looking for a warm hole.
The morning found Dot and Goody squirming under the warm blankets getting their morning orgasms. John masturbated next to them on the large bed waiting for his turn.
Angie was in the shower between Ted and Rod again.

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FIRST TIME WITH MY COUSIN

A Hot Little Cousin for Christmas
My younger cousin sister Kristy and I have always been very close.After her parent’s death in a car accident she moved in with us. Since we are only a year apart, our parents treated us like we were a twin set of boys. By that I mean we took baths together until we were about 10 and we were forced to sleep in the same hotel bed on family vacations until I was 16. We finally needed our own beds because even though we were close we still always fought about everything, just like any other brother and sister.
When we were younger my sister was quite the tomboy. She always chose to follow my friends and I to get in whatever mischief we were in. She would even participate in our wrestling matches, she was tough pinning my friends and myself frequently. She went through puberty before I did and was bigger then me for over a year. It was embarrassing to have my 5-5 younger sister towering over me.
This all changed as I grew older, she stayed at 5-5 and blossomed while I grew to be 6-0. Height wasn’t the only thing to change. She had grown into beautiful women. She has long blonde hair, blue eyes, long slender legs, a beautifully tight ass, and a huge set of breasts. She is very athletic and spends a lot of time at the beach. All that time she spent at the beach, with her beach bunny friends, gave her a dark copper tone tan only comparable to the girls of Bay Watch.
Even though we had gotten older we still were pretty liberal with what we wore around each other. She saw me in my underwear frequently and I saw her in her braw and underwear frequently. Every time I saw her in her undies I would ogle over her luscious tan body. When she would see me look I would whistle and joke and she would tell me to shut up. She thought I was just kidding, but she was definitely something to whistle at.
She would always bring one or two of her buxom blonde friends home with her. They were unbelievably hot, but I still didn’t think they were comparable to her. I always made sure to walk out in my underwear when they were around, and Kristy would holler at me to put some close on. I would walk out in my briefs and say, “Well hello ladies, how are you all doing today.” I know they all had crushes on me so I had to oblige them while pissing my sister off.
I had girlfriend after girlfriend throughout high school but I was always horny over my sister. I would watch her prance around the house carelessly in a T-Shirt and underwear. I could not even begin to count the number of times I had to retreat to my room to masturbate about having sex with her. Thinking about her skimpy tank tops and frilly panties that would crawl up the crack of her solid ass. I masturbated for years about fucking her. Right up to the time I had to go to college.
The women at college allowed me to get my mind off my hot little sister back home. Since I chose to go to college 2000 miles away, I wasn’t going to be able to check out her sweet body until Christmas. Finally Christmas Break came and I was on a plane back home. On the plane, thoughts of my sister came flowing back to me, flooding my head with graphic fantasies. Her big round tits, that nice tight ass, and those gorgeous legs. I had to get up while flying over the over the Mississippi and jerk off in the plane bathroom.
I arrived at the airport and could not wait to see my family. When I came out of the tunnel there she was, my 18 year old sister. More beautiful then I even remembered. She was wearing a skintight white sweater that stopped right above her bellybutton. For pants, she was wearing a black pair of those spandex like material pants that you always see girls at nightclubs wear. Even though it was winter she was still tanned and toned. She was gorgeous, and was hysterically happy to see me. She began jumping up and down; exposing her tight abs and making her luscious tits bounce bounce almost hypnotically. She ran over grabbing me in a bear hug. I could feel her warm mounds pressing on my stomach. She then stood on her tows and planted a big kiss right on my lips. I was forced to push her away because my erection was coming back, and a big boner is no way to great your family.
” Where’s Mom and Dad,” I asked. “Mom’s Aunt Edna had a slight stroke, so they drove upstate for the weekend to make sure she’s all right,” she replied. ” That sucks,” I said. ” It will be just me and the hunky college guy hanging out this weekend,” she joked. When I thought about it, she was right, it wasn’t that bad.
It was about 9 P.M when we got back from the airport. I was pretty tired but she was still all excited about spending time with me. ” Let’s stay up and watch movies,” she said, as we pulled into the driveway. ” Did you rent some?” I asked. ” No but Mom and Dad have some,” she said with a coy smile.
I immediately dropped my bags at the door and plopped my ass on the couch. “Make us some drinks and popcorn, lazybones, while I go change and get some movies,” she said, as she ran up the stairs. I grabbed a few of Dad’s beers for me, along with few whine coolers for her. I waited for the microwave popcorn and returned to the living room. She was taking forever, but before I called to her, I finally heard her come thumping down the stairs.
As I turned to ask her what took so long, my heart stopped. She was wearing a skin tight T-Shirt and a very small pair of black. Her panties formed downward into V under her belly button and had little red bow directly in the middle. They weren’t quite as small as a thong but she looked sexy regardless. They went up into a thin band at the waste, then back into enough material to barely cover her gorgeous ass. She bounced across the room while I watched her braless tits stretch the thin material for all it was worth. I jokingly whistled and she just looked at me and winked. She was just drop dead gorgeous and she knew it.
She got on all fours, since the VCR was beneath the T.V, and began to set up the movie. She was in a perfect doggie style position. Her ass was angled up into the air, her back was arched, and she was resting on her elbows. Her panties began to creep into her little ass crack, but she slowly reached behind her and pulled them out. She did it slowly enough that she pulled them from her ass and held them 2 inches from her ass. I was about 6 feet away, but I could easily make out her fuzzy little pussy.
She then hopped up, walked over, and plopped down beside me on the couch. She began to giggle, and before I could ask why, I found out. She had gotten into Mom and Dad’s hidden Pornos. Like having her magnificent body next to me wasn’t enough, now I had to suffer through these cock-hardening skin flicks.
We laughed and poked fun at the movies for a while, but we eventually grew quiet. She lay there on the couch next to me. She was propped up on her elbow using my shoulder as a headrest. Her legs were sprawled out on the couch totally exposing her mound of warm pussy. Her fidgety behavior let me know that the movies were getting her very aroused. She kept rubbing her foot up and down her tanned leg while she rubbed her stomach just above her panty line. The more I watched her get aroused, the harder my dick became. Suddenly a sense of guilt caught me, and I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch to cover my bulging hard-on.
“I’m cold,” I told her.
“Me too,” she said, as she grabbed the other blanket and a pillow, and laid her head directly on my crotch. I was so horny, but I couldn’t begin to think of how to go about seducing my own sister. We sat there in silence for about another hour until I eventually began to dose off.
I was almost asleep when Kristy began to shake me. ” Are you awake,” she said. But I just laid there and tried to recover from my jet lag, since watching her was more like punishment anyway. She continued to shake me for about another minute, but I laid still and faked he that I was snoring lightly.
She then did something unexpected. She quietly pulled the blanket off me exposing my lap. She said my name one more time and waited for a second. She then unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out of my underwear. I could feel her hot breath on the head of my dick and it was driving me crazy. My dick grew hard in seconds, but I still acted as though I were sleeping and she was buying it, since I am such a heavy sleeper anyways. I opened my eye a slit and saw a remarkable sight. She was lying there analyzing my cock with one hand while she rubbed her pussy through her underwear with the other.
I finally reacted and sat up looking directly at her. She was obviously very embarrassed. She apologized and then begged me not to tell anyone. So I agreed not to tell anyone on the condition that I got to see her naked. “You don’t want to see me naked, do you?” She replied.
“Of course I do, you have an awesome body,” I told her. She was all smiles over my complement. She stood up and immediately slid out of her panties. Then she did a little tease with her shirt. She began to do a little dance as she slowly pulled it up over her head. Her tits were beautiful. They were two perfectly round, grapefruits sized melons that stayed perfectly in place. Her nipples were smaller then I expected. I thought that with tits her size, she would have dollar sized nipples but they were actually those cute little nipples that I had come accustomed to sucking on at college.
“So what do you think?” she asked. “You have the sexiest body I have ever seen,” I replied. ” Do you want to touch them?” she asked. I immediately stood up and grabbed both of her gorgeous tits. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes as we locked lips. I tried to take it slow but she was too excited. She drove her tongue into my mouth and grabbed my aching cock with both of her hands. She ferociously dropped my pants and began pulling off my shirt.
We were consumed with lust. I kept thinking to myself, I can’t believe this is happening, but it was and there was no turning back. I spun her around, pushing her to the couch. She glared at me through her lustful eyes. ” Fuck me now!!” she demanded. I knelt down in front of her and buried my face into her wer pussy. She screamed as though she was being tortured. She was going crazy, grabbing the hair on the side of my head and shoving my face into her pussy. She put her feet on my shoulders and kicked me back. “I said I wanted you to fuck me!!” she demanded.
I stood up so that I was looking down upon her while she lied there with her legs spread, exposing her glistening pink pussy while she fingered herself. I braced myself by grabbing the headrest on the sofa. Without breaking any eye contact she grabbed my cock and lined it up with her awaiting pussy. As the head of my dick came into contact with her warm pussy, shivers shot down my spine. I slowly inserted my member, pumping it in and out savoring every last stroke. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said. So without pulling my dick out I picked her up off the couch as she wrapped her body around mine.
I carried her up the stairs with both of my hands gripping her ass along with my cock buried 9 inches into are sweet warm pussy. I brought her into our parent’s room and fell backward on the bed, putting her on top of me. She was insane. She fucked me so hard that I could fell me hips beginning to bruise, but I loved it. She was tossing her head of blonde hair everywhere while she pulled at her nipples. I then jammed my fingers into her mouth. She erotically sucked on them while her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She was beginning to cum. She bit down on my fingers causing the pain to shoot down through my arm. It hurt but it was turning me on unbelievably. “When she was finished cumming she quickly asked, “Do you want to cum?”
“Of course,” I said. She climbed off of me and took my cock into her mouth. She kept looking at me with a big smile on her face while she licked my cock. It took no time at all for me to cum. She licked my balls, my shaft, my head, then she took then she began to deep-throat me. She was fantastic, not even one scrape. When I began to cum she pulled my dick out of her mouth and began jacking me off with my dick pointed upwards. She watched in awe as I came all over my stomach and chest. When I finished she ran her hand through the cum then took her cum covered hand and licked it all off. God, you can only imagine how hot she looked. She then proceeded to lick it all off my leaving me without a drop of mess.
We spent the rest of the weekend acting as a couple. I cannot even count how many times I had an orgasm that weekend. She later decided to go to college with me when she graduated. We live together in a small apartment. We both keep relationships to cover up our true relationship, but we still have sex every moment we are alone. My next challenge will be to get her into bed with another girl and I.
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Mommy knows best part 3

Okay here’s part 3. Will write part 4 soon. Any ideas or suggestions will be welcomed and it will help push the next part out quicker,

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THE HUNT, Chapter 1: The Beginning

The setting for the story in my mind is similar to the mid-1700’s of America, if not really. Outside the larger cities along the sea coasts, the economy of the inhabited, ‘civilized’ if you will, land is largely on the backs of slavery. The racial makeup of the characters in unimportant and purposefully not defined. What is important is what people do, how they react in their opportunities and their life in general.

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Hey, my name is Cooper and these are acounts from my teenage years growing up with my two sisters,casey and brooke, at the time of this lustfilled incidet i was 15, going into my sophomore year in high school, casey had just turned 13 and was going to be in the 8th grade, and my oldest sister booke was 16 and a year ahead of myself.At 15 i had reall started to mature, i had brown hair with blue eyes at the time and was pretty athletic. and wasnt a slouch with the ladies either. Brooke was a gorgeous blonde, she was about 5’10 hd green eyes, about a 32 c cup and a fantastic ass. casey had brown hair like myself andbrown eyes, she was starting to mature physicaly. She already had an ass like her sisters and an extreamly pretty face. My friends always wanted to stay at my house becase of my two gorgeous sistrs, and i always took alot of shit from them. Evrytime one of m bddies would look at them lustfuly i would start to turn green and become really jealous. up until this time in my life i hadnt ever really thought about either of my isters in a sexual way, but latley everytime i jerked off it was to one of mysisters. Mainly case, i felt so mischivious doing it. It was a big turn on for me. Well as it turns out one afternoon i returned fro my summer league lacrosse camp and no one was home. i hadnt been with a girl for a week or two and needed some realese. I went into bookes room and took some pictures off her table of her and her friends in their underwear and i took a pair of her panties with me into the bathroom. I comenced my rounteen and really sarted going at it. I was about to explode when my sister brooke walked in (as it turns out i didnt lock the door) she saw me sitting their with my dick in one hand and pictures of her in the other. She didnt scream like i expected her too, she just stoodtheir, then turned aroud and walked down the hall to her room. I didnt finish the job and left the bathroom in a hurry and went into my room where i could think about what happened. Iwas scared that she would tell mom and dad so i decided the best thing i could do was just give her, her stuff back and appologize in the morning, so that night i crawled into bed and watched leno. I fell asleep and then awoke to the feeling of hot breath on my thingh. I really wasnt sure if it was a dream or not andif it was i didnt want to wake up because the kisseig plantd on my legs were getting closer and closer to my now engorged member.
I heard a voice say now in my ear “coop at first when isaw you tonight with all mypersonal stuff i was pissed, but then i thought about it and i became really wet.”
I was flabergated and had no idea what to say or do, i just laid their and studdered. Brooke then proceeded to kiss me pastionatly on the lips and started to lick my neck. I was becoming more comfortable whith the situation so i finaly spoke “you know brookie i’ve wanted t do this for the longest time”
she smiled and sweetly said “me too, i’ve fingred myself god knows how mny times thinking about you”
While we said thing my hand had found her breats and was rubbing her right nipple when she let out a sligt moan. Icouldfeel that she wasnt wearing and panties and the wetness from her cunt was all along my leg, where she had been rubbing it trying to get herself off. I reached down with my had and placed it on her bush. eing careful not o touch her clit because i could tell if i did sh would cum. Her breathing became heavier ad she moaned everytime i teased her. By now she had her hand fulling gripping my cock and was thrusting it upand down, but that wasnt enough for me at all i had to be in her. But i thought to myself she wasnt ready yet. so i asked her forcefully “let me eat you out baby” she sighed and said “ok” so when i got down between her supple legs i could smell her sweet aroma, i leaned in with my long and started to lp ather juicy cunt. her moans transformed into screams of extacy. “yes, yes, lick my cunny, come on coop, lick me” I was now playing with her clit and bitting it and i could tell she was about to reach climax when i stopped. she just looked at me and then said “fine if your not going to eat me then fuck my brais out baby” this is what i had been waiting to her
Without hesitation i pulled her hips up to mine and started to rub te tip of my johnson on her pussy. she was screaming at me to put it in so finaly, inch by inch, i was in my big sister. she screamed in pleasure as we rocked back and forth “ugh, ugh ugh!” was all the sound i could make as i could feel my balls tighten and i told her i wa about to cum. Brooke said “take it ot and cum on my tits” With that i let loose a torentof jizz on my big sisters tits, covering then and her face she screamed and climaxed when she felt my hot spunk all over her.
about this time is when we realized that out litte sister casey had been standing at the door watching us the whole time. Pleasureing herself. i was freaked out but then brooke just called her over. Casey came over to the bed kind of scaed yet xtreamly hot as i could tell. Brooke said “casey take off your clothes righ now, your gonna learn hw to take a big cock into your little cunny.” She jut complied silently and took off her panties and t-shirt. Right then i started to get hard again because my ultimate fantasy was cumming true, iwas going to fuck te shit out of myttle sister and take her virginity. But the brooke came out of left field and said, “just watch how well your brother fucks me then youcan try” damnit i thought i have to wait. Oh well i started to push m cock back into brooke when she stopped me and said, “not their babe i wantyou to fuck the shit out of my tight ass”
with that she rolled over and positioned her finly manicured back door right at my crotch. I wipped some of the cum off her chest to use it as a lube, and pushed the head of my cock into mysisters asshole. she screamed out in pain and pleasure and i had neverfelt anything that tight around my dick before. after a minute or two of gettin situated i was all the way in “wel are you going to fuck my brains out or not?” she asked i was so ot already i was about o burst. so i started sliding in and out ofher ass, arder and harder i was fucking her and i quickly felt then need to cum again i yelled out ” im goona ccccuuuuuummmm” and brooke said “i want to feel it up my ass leave it in their pleeeaaassssee” so i shot my load deep into my sisters bowls, god it felt good.
i rolled off then bed then went and sat in a chair to catch my breath, whie we had fucked my little sister had oviously gotton herself off bcause she was panting and playing with her small tits. Brooke again spoke “see case thats how you want to be fucked, fast and hard” casey just nodded while brooke puther head between caseys leggs and started to lick her young pussy. i could clearly tell that casey had never felt anything like that before because she culdnt even finish a sentence “fuck, god, fuck, ugh ugh, hard” was all i could make out. soon she screamed as an orgasm crashed upon her fit teen body. Brooke looked at me and smiled, she then proceeded to say “shes reayand all yours” withthose words my cock stood stright up and i was getting that really again where i need to cum. SO casey positioned herself on my bed andspread her legs wide. I walked over andput my cock rightat her tight enterence. Brooke took her legs and put them over her head so that it could be a better fit. i slowly pushed into my little sisters pussy and then i felt some resistance. but pushed a little harder and could hear a tear. csey screamed out in pain and a little tear ran down her cute cheek. i finaly was all the way in and could she was starting to feel pleasure. i worked myself in and out going very slowly till she started to moan. i pickd up the pace casey kept saying “fuck me, fuck me so hard” and when i was about to cum she screamed “iiimmm cumming, oh god im going to cummm, cum in my pussy nowww” with that i shot the bigges load of my life into my 13 year old sisters tight pussy. I then pulled out of her and we all feel asleep on my bed.

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Everyone was milling around on the dock waiting to board the M/V Seawind, a 100′ dedicated diving vessel. There were only about a dozen people waiting, so the trip was not going to be fully booked, meaning more room for everyone, both above and below the water. The ship looked long and sleek, with a large diving deck in the back and a huge sundeck on top of the ship running almost two-thirds the length of the ship. There was also a smaller sundeck at the bow, in front of the wheelhouse.
Suddenly the captain appeared at the top of the gangplank, tall, tanned, a big smile on his face.
“Well, hey, everyone. I guess you’re all ready to board now and we’re ready to have you. My name is Ed and I’m the captain. My first mate and backup captain is Rob here, and Mary is our cook and third crew member. If you have any questions or problems with anything, just ask any of us and we’ll be more than happy to help you with anything while you’re with us for the week.
“So, first of all, let me just make sure our manifest is in order and we’ll board you as I call your names. The Adams family, Don and Jane with their two children Jimmy and Susan, welcome on board. Harve and Sue Mills, welcome on board. John South and Alice Hargreaves, welcome aboard. And last but not least, Billy, Bob and Bunny Johnson, welcome on board for our spring break dive cruise.
“There are plenty of staterooms, so you can each take whichever one you’d like. Our crossing to the Bahamas will take about four or five hours, so get familiar with the ship and get unpacked and your dive gear set up on the back deck. There will be a ship’s briefing in an hour in the salon to explain to you how we run our trip and what your options are and where we’re going to be going. The weather is supposed to be great, in the mid-80s with calm seas and no rain scheduled. So again, welcome aboard and have a great trip.”
Everyone boarded with much talk and excitement, dragging their gear down the ladder to the staterooms. Don and Jane took a stateroom and indicated to Jimmy and Susan that they should take the one across the hall. Jimmy grumbled about having to share when there was so much room and he was going to graduate next year, but in the end he threw his things on his bunk across from his sister, who was a year older and graduating this year.
Billy, Bob and Bunny debated for a minute, but then decided to share a large stateroom together so that Bunny wouldn’t have to be by herself. She was a freshman in college while Billy and Bob were sophomores.
Quickly everyone got their gear stowed and began to explore the ship, eventually meeting on the dive deck where they all checked their equipment and set up their gear in preparation for their first dive when they arrived in the Bahamas. Then it was time for the briefing and everyone gathered in the salon with Rob and Mary.
Rob was a nice-looking young man in his late 20s with dark hair and a shy, engaging smile. Mary was a sun-bleached blonde with a big smile on her face and big tits which threatened to spill out of the top of her bikini. She had full hips and a very relaxed attitude about herself. For the next 20 minutes they explained how the ship best worked and the protocols they would be observing during their trip. When they had finished everyone had a complete briefing on all aspects of life aboard ship.
“So, it’s a nice day and we have at least three more hours before we arrive at customs,” Mary said. “So you can change if you’d like and soak up some sun or sleep while you can until we arrive. If you have any questions, just ask any of us. If you don’t find us wandering about, the crew quarters are down in the galley and you are always welcome.”
“I’ll go first,” Susan said, pushing past Jimmy down the stairs.
“Go first,” Jimmy said, shaking his head.
“Go on, Bunny,” Billy said. “We’ll give you half a minute.”
There was some laughter from some of the others at this as most everyone went to change into their bathing suits. Little did they realize that they might wear nothing else for the next week. Billy waited exactly 30 seconds, watching his watch, before nudging Bob and following everyone else down the ladder. Opening the door to their cabin suddenly, they surprised Bunny who was bent over facing away from them stepping out of her underwear.
“You guys,” Bunny said, standing up and turning around to glare at them. “What will people think?” she asked, her hands on her hips, her tits full and flush, her nipples hard.
“Heck, you’re our sister,” Bob said with a laugh, pulling his own clothes off. “What’s wrong with that?”
“You’re too much sometimes,” Bunny said with a laugh, sitting down on the bunk to pull her bikini on.
“It’s just because I like you so much,” Bob said, turning so that his cock was dangling in her face as she sat on the edge of the bunk.
“I can tell,” Bunny laughed, struggling to pull the bottom of her bikini on with Bob’s cock rubbing all over her face. “You’re not getting any now,” she said, laying back on the bunk and pulling her knees up to her chest so she could pull her suit up.
“It sure looks good,” Billy commented as he pulled his clothes off, staring at Bunny’s pussy sticking out at them, her huge thick clit sticking out from between her pouting, smooth- shaven pussy lips.
“It is,” Bunny said, pulling her suit all the way up and covering herself. “And I’m going to make sure everyone has a taste before the week’s up. Now get out of my way,” she said to Bob, quickly biting the head of his cock as it dangled in her face, “or I’ll really bite it.”
Bob and Billy quickly finished changing themselves and left their cabin, following Susan up the stairs. Both their eyes were bugging out of their heads as they stared at the g-string bathing suit bottom she was wearing as she moved up the stairs ahead of them. There was only a string going from her waist down the crack of her ass into the slit of her pussy. They could see a few tendrils of wispy blonde hair around the edges. Her ass was high and tight and they could easily see her pink asshole puckered around the string. By the time they got to the top of the stairs they both had hard-ons on their suits.
“Gosh, Susan,” Jimmy exclaimed as she came up the stairs into the salon. “Mom and dad are going to kill you when they see that suit.”
“Let them,” Susan said, tossing her nose into the air. “I think it looks good on me. Don’t you?”
“It barely covers anything,” Jimmy replied.
“Do you two like it?” Susan asked, turning to Bob and Billy and smiling at them.
“I think it’s great,” Billy stammered, his eyes glued to the small, sheer patches of fabric which covered barely more than the nipples of her full breasts.
“Great,” Jimmy said, moving past them and down the stairs.
When he got to the door to his cabin he could hear his mother and father in their cabin.
“I can’t believe you did this to me,” he heard his mother say.
“But it looks just great on you,” his father replied.
“I’ll be embarrassed,” Jane lamented.
“It’s the latest hottest style there is in bathing suits,” Don replied. “I’ll be proud to see the looks you get.”
“I’m so embarrassed,” Jane said.
“Come on, lets go up and get some sun,” Don replied.
Hearing this, Jimmy quickly let himself into his cabin, closing the door just as the door to his parents cabin opened. Changing, Jimmy quickly went back up, knowing there were going to be some interesting confrontations going on as everyone first appraised each other. Besides, he wanted another look at that girl called Bunny. She was really hot looking with that huge head of flaming red hair.
Arriving up on the sun deck, Jimmy could see that Susan was laying on a chaise lounge over near one railing, laying on her back. She’s afraid to let mom and dad see her suit, he thought, smiling to himself. Bunny and her brothers were laying on chairs opposite to where Susan was. The married couple, Harve and Sue, were sitting on chairs drinking beers. She was really short but it seemed she had a really nice body under her one-piece bathing suit. His mother was sitting on a chaise lounge facing everyone while his father was spreading a towel on his.
When he finished spreading the towel, he offered the chair to his mother. Hesitating for just a second, she stood and turned to sit on the towel, her back to him. Jimmy almost burst out laughing when he saw she was wearing a butt-floss bikini. He did notice that even though her ass was sure bigger than Susan’s, it still looked pretty good. Settling himself on a chair where he could see everyone, Jimmy enjoyed the breeze from their passage and the movement of the ship on the sea.
Then he saw the last couple coming up the stairs, John and Alice. She was wearing a light white top that buttoned, coming down to her knees, not really giving any idea of what kind of a body she might have. She was tall and willowy, with brunette hair down past her shoulders. Going to the chaise lounges right next to him, John threw a towel down on one and laid down on it while Alice sat on the end of the other, looking out at the sea. Then unbuttoning her top and slipping it off her shoulders as she lay back, Jimmy was shocked to see that she was topless underneath, huge pendulous breasts covering her chest. Glancing at him for a second and smiling, she closed her eyes and lay there, completely oblivious to the stares that were directed her way.
And so it went for the next half hour or so, everyone just basking in the sun. Then people started turning over. When Susan stood and rearranged her towel before laying back down on her stomach, Jane was staring at her. The shock on her face when she saw the thong bikini that she was wearing really delighted Jimmy. There were definitely going to be some fireworks on this trip, he thought.
Another half an hour and people were starting to sit up and talk, slowly breaking the ice and getting acquainted. It usually took a day or so before it became one big family. At one point Mary came up on the sundeck and announced that there were some snacks if anyone was hungry. Seeing Alice sitting there topless, Mary went over to her.
“It’s so nice to see someone sunning topless,” Mary said. “Now I’ll be able to without it seeming weird to everyone, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course not,” Alice said. “I’m sorry we have to wear clothes at all.”
“Sometimes we don’t,” Mary said with a laugh. “But there are some kids with their parents this time. I don’t know that they’d appreciate it very much.”
“I’m sure not,” Alice laughed. “But do come join me when you can.”
“I’m going to get something to eat,” Don said to Jane. “Do you want anything?”
“Whatever you bring,” Jane said. “I’m going to talk to Susan.”
“Now, be nice,” Don said. “She’s growing up and it’s not like we’re not here with her.”
“She should have discussed it with us,” Jane said.
“And she would have gotten the same response as if I’d discussed it with you, wouldn’t she?” Don replied with a laugh. “This is a good time and opportunity for her to experiment without having to worry. Besides, you look great in that suit. How are you going to tell her that she doesn’t?”
“She’s too young,” Jane said.
“I’ll be back,” Don said, getting to his feet.
About half the people went downstairs to sample Mary’s snacks, leaving Jane, Susan, Jimmy and Alice on the sundeck. Jane immediately moved over and sat next to Susan, leaning close as she talked to her. Jimmy could see Susan getting upset, then she stood up, her hands on her hips.
“Well, it’s the only suit I brought,” she said. “If you don’t like it, I won’t wear it, I’ll just parade around naked.”
“You’re already half naked,” Jane replied, trying to keep her voice down.
“So are you,” Susan said. “You’re basically wearing the same suit. Is this just some mother daughter thing? Does it look so bad on me?”
“That’s not it,” Jane said. “I just think that maybe you’re too young to wear a suit like that.”
“Mom, I’m going to graduate high school in a month. Everyone wears suits like this now. How old do I have to be? Like I said, this is the only suit I have.”
“What a great spread,” Bunny said as she came back up onto the sundeck.
“Oh, hi,” she said when she saw Alice sitting there. “Are we allowed to be topless?”
“Apparently,” Alice replied, smiling at her. “At least nobody’s complained yet.”
“And I don’t imagine anyone will either,” Bunny said with a laugh, immediately liking Alice. “Do you mind if I sit with you so I can be topless? I mean, people would think it pretty strange if I sat with my brothers and I was topless, you know what I mean?”
“I’d love your company,” Alice said, feeling an immediate attraction to this warm, outgoing, truly vivacious redhead. “Pull up a seat.”
“Your friend won’t mind?” Bunny inquired, sitting down.
“I’m sure he won’t,” Alice laughed.
“Great,” Bunny said, reaching behind herself and untying her top, pulling it off over her head and letting her tits free.
Immediately her nipples hardened into knots, sticking out from the end of her tits.
“God, this feels great,” Bunny said, rubbing her tits briskly as she leaned back into the chaise lounge. “I’m Bunny, by the way.”
“And I’m Alice,” Alice replied with a smile. “You’re diving with your brothers?”
“Oh, yeah. We do everything together. And there’s three more at home and two more sisters too,” Bunny added. “This feels like real freedom to me.”
“How nice to have such a large family,” Alice commented. “I only had one sister.”
“Had?” Bunny inquired. “Did something happen to her?”
“She died three years ago in an auto accident,” Alice explained.
“I’m sorry,” Bunny said. “How awful.”
“But we’re here to have fun and dive, aren’t we?” Alice asked with a smile.
“You bet we are,” Bunny replied. “As much fun as we can.”
“Oh, John, meet Bunny,” Alice said as John returned with a plate full of snacks. “She’s here to sunbathe in the topless corner. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I should say not,” John said, with a smile first at Alice, then Bunny. “It’s absolutely my pleasure,” he said, staring directly and deliberately at her tits, where her nipples instantly hardened under his gaze. “You’re a welcome addition.”
“Thank you,” Bunny said, smiling.
“Hi, I’m Susan,” Susan said, suddenly appearing next to their seats. “I’m here with my parents and my brother.”
“Hello, Susan,” Alice said. “This is John and this is Bunny. How are you?”
“It’s a drag traveling with my parents,” Susan lamented. “And I saw you, you know, topless, and I just thought…”
“You’re welcome to join us if it’s all right with your parents,” Alice said. “We’re all going to be together for a week, so we should all be able to talk with everyone, don’t you think?”
“Oh, I do,” breathed Susan. “I just didn’t know, you know.”
“Of course,” Alice said with a laugh.
“Well, hello, everyone,” Ed said as he entered the sundeck from the wheelhouse. “I’m glad to see that everyone is comfortable. Ladies,” he said, nodding towards Alice and Bunny, “we’re going to be pulling in to West End in about 30 minutes to clear customs. It might be a good idea to cover up a bit in the harbor. But other than that, please wear as little as you’d like. The less the better for me.”
Everyone laughed as Ed disappeared back into the wheelhouse, but the tension on the sundeck was broken. The fact that Alice and Bunny were topless had been openly acknowledged in front of everyone and now it was okay to look, to talk, to pretend to ignore.
Then the entrance to West End appeared and everyone covered up more appropriately as they slid between the jetty walls marking the entrance. Then the Seawind made a right turn, sliding right up next to the seawall as they docked. It took only fifteen minutes to clear customs and then they were backing out, heading back out beyond the breakwater to the first dive site of the day, a place called Sherwood Forest.
Everyone made their way back to the dive deck to check their gear out one last time before they donned it. They were informed that the water temperature was 82 . That meant that wetsuits were not needed. As they wriggled into their BCs as the Seawind anchored, Alice was still topless, her huge tits hanging out from between the straps of her BC, her nipples big and hard on the ends.
Then Rob shouted Dive, Dive, Dive and they started down the steps to the dive platform, falling into the water one by one to explore the staghorn coral formations that comprised Sherwood Forest. Forty-five minutes later everyone was back on board, each with their own tale to tell of what they had seen. The reports were everything from Nassau grouper to sharks to lobster to conch, all of which were plentiful and frequent in Bahamian waters.
They had about a half hour’s ride to the next dive site, but they were told that lunch would be ready after the next dive and then they would have a long break before the final dive of the first day where they would be anchored up for the night. So everyone went back up to the sundeck to bask in the sun and talk about their dive.
Susan had pulled a seat up so that she was sitting in an informal circle with Alice and John and Bunny. Bunny had pulled her top off after her dive and declared that she wasn’t going to bother wearing it anymore unless someone objected. The overwhelming male murmurs of demur weren’t even necessary. Jimmy was still sitting next to the rail where this group were sitting, and every once in a while Susan would give him a look. He couldn’t tell what kind of a look it was. She didn’t look mad, but it wasn’t a look he instantly recognized.
Getting to his feet, Jimmy moved over to where his parents were talking with Harve and Sue. Sitting down in a chair, he joined in talking about the dive they had just been on. He noticed that Jane’s cheeks were flushed and she didn’t look so pissed off as she talked about a trigger fish she had seen. Jimmy even noticed that her nipples were hard underneath the thin material of the top of her suit. When he realized this he averted his gaze, only to find it wandering back to stare at his mother’s hard nipples jutting out.
Again getting to his feet, Jimmy went back to his seat near his sister. Sitting down, he looked over at the group of them and realized that something was different. Then he realized what it was. Susan had taken her top off! She was sitting there with her tits out. They actually looked pretty good, Jimmy acknowledged as he stared at them. They were a nice size and her nipples were real hard. They were just curled into berries on the ends. Susan just looked at him and leaned back into her seat, her tits sticking out in front of her.
“Hey, you guys going to come diving?” Billy asked as he came up the steps. “Oh, hi,” he said as he saw the group of them sitting there topless. “Bunny always did have a knack of finding the most fun,” he said, smiling at them. “I’m Billy. This is my brother Bob,” he said, smiling at each of them, but his gaze and smile lingered on Susan. “This is pretty cool, huh? Well, I’m going diving. I’ll see y’all later.”
Bunny laughed as Bob stumbled after him down the steps to the dive deck.
“They’re really great guys,” she said. “And they’re usually not that shy. They must have liked you two,” she said, looking at Alice and Susan. “In our family there isn’t much privacy with so many of us, so there aren’t very many secrets.”
“They seem very nice,” Alice commented. “But let’s go diving, shall we?” she said as she got to her feet. “I just love being in the water.”
They all followed her down to the dive deck, with Don and Jane and Harve and Sue bringing up the rear. As they sat down to get into their gear, Don and Jane noticed that Susan was topless as she slipped into her BC.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jane asked, staring at her.

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