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Laney helps a neighbor care for his dog while he is away and then takes care of her best friend and her neighbor when he returns

The Sneaky Stepson

Foreword – This story though of a familiar genre was inspired by a letter to Dear Abby that
contained the line “My husband’s son – I’ll call him Duncan – came to visit”
The Sneaky Stepson
By rutger5 (An original story- copyright 2012)
“Don’t misunderstand me honey, I’m not dismissing your concerns but I believe you’re overreacting a little is all…”
“Overreacting? I don’t think so Paul. If it was the shoe on the other foot you wouldn’t feel the same I’m sure” Tara Ferguson replied to her husband. “I’m not saying Duncan is a bad kid but this isn’t the first time something’s happened either. Remember last year when we were all on vacation?”
“Now hold on a minute Tara, that was totally different. He apologized at the time and truthfully it was understandable under the circumstances. You have no idea what it’s like when you’re a teenaged boy and your hormones are running wild. At that age I only thought about sex, girls, eating, sports and sex and a lot more about sex and girls” he said fondly reminiscing with a chuckle.
“Okay, okay fine. Even I said at the time it was partially my fault for not being more careful. I’m not used to someone else being around and I was a little careless when changing. But this isn’t the same Paul. I know Duncan’s your son and I want him to feel that this is his home too, even though he’s not here often. But sneaking into our bedroom when no one’s here and going through my things isn’t acceptable.”
“Point taken Tara, I’ve spoken to him and he promised he won’t come in our room again. Duncan told me he wasn’t getting a good signal on his iPhone so he wandered the house until he did. There’s no excuse for him poking around here just because he’s hundreds of miles from his friends with not much to do. He’s given me his word Tara and I don’t see him often, what with him living in another state. Do you want me to have him apologize to you in person?”
“No that’s not necessary Paul. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable here or think I’m against him. As long as he respects the boundaries we’ve set it should be fine” Tara replied but she wondered and not for the first time why Paul had to make every discussion seem like a negotiation or that he was making a point before a jury. She understood he was a lawyer for Christ’s sake, but she wasn’t an opposing attorney but his wife.
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Breathing a sigh of relief Duncan tiptoed away from his father’s bedroom door where he’d been eavesdropping intently. It seemed to him that things had worked out as well as could be hoped for. Not only had his father defended him but for the most part Tara had agreed. He had to be more careful in the future he realized but not only had he gotten away with snooping through her lingerie drawer but they had no idea what he’d really been up to. The thought of that made him smile and he also felt his groin swell with desire.
Duncan slipped into the bathroom and locked it behind him. The first thing he did was pull up an app on his phone and check on the status of his wireless hidden camera. Suddenly he was viewing a real time, crystal clear picture of his father’s room. They were still talking, but since the camera had no audio component there wasn’t any way to know what they were saying. But he now had access to a bird’s eye view of the room anytime he wanted. Smiling to himself Duncan hit some buttons and the screen changed to a picture of Tara in a short black negligee.
He’d found a disk in the desk of his father’s home office labeled Tara and when he opened it he’d been pleasantly surprised to see a number of pictures of her. They must have been from a few years ago as she had a different hairstyle at the time, shorter than she now wore it, and in most of the photos she’d been fully dressed. But there were a few of her in the sheer black nightie and some of her in a blue bikini as well. Those he had put in an e-mail and sent to himself before returning the disk to where he found it. Duncan now pushed his pants down allowing his rock hard erection to spring free and up.
He ran her pictures as a slideshow as he took himself in hand and started to stroke his erection. With Tara’s images to inspire him it wasn’t long before Duncan’s hard young cock was cumming, sending the thick white fluid shooting into the sink basin. With a last stroke to force the last drop from his head Duncan then pulled his pants up and after putting the phone down turned the water on. He washed his hands while the water also carried away the evidence of his onanism.
They had a pleasant enough dinner that evening and everyone did their best to put on a happy face and nothing was mentioned about Duncan’s indiscretion. After dinner Paul went into his office so he could put the finishing touches on his preparation for the next day’s case. Tara watched some vapid movie on cable and as she did she again wondered if she’d done the right thing in agreeing to move to the suburbs.
Some of her friends had warned her that it could get mighty dull ‘out there’ for a city girl but Paul wanted a house with some property and there were a couple of country clubs with championship quality golf courses nearby. So she went along with him and there were many times she’d regretted it since. When she wasn’t an ‘office widow’ due to the long hours he worked and the lengthy commute she’d also found herself a ‘golf widow’ on the weekends.
That was why she’d gotten herself a job at a local law office even though it was only three days a week. It helped her from becoming too bored as well as allowing her to make use of her own skills. Tara was a paralegal, in fact that was how she’d met Paul. Her employer at the time had opposed Paul in a case and even before it had concluded he’d set his sights on the pretty young woman almost twenty years his junior. She of course had been flattered, especially as he had just been made a partner in his firm, one of the oldest and most prestigious in Manhattan.
They had a whirlwind courtship and within a year she had become Mrs. Paul Ferguson. He’d insisted on her quitting her job and she had acquiesced but after moving to the suburbs she’d become bored. Since he wanted no more children at this stage of his life and the social set in their tony town almost exclusively revolved around stay at home mothers and their broods she didn’t quite fit in. Plus being younger and more attractive than most of them certainly didn’t endear her to many, so she found it to be a lonely existence.
She was at the point where she was climbing her well decorated walls when she saw an ad in the local paper looking for someone with legal office skills. Tara applied and easily got the job. It gave her something to do and she’d become friendly with some of the women there including her boss who was a woman. But it didn’t help at night when there was nothing to do.
Duncan was in the living room but as usual his face was buried in his smartphone. She wondered if the kids of today would soon be able to have a real conversation or would they wind up communicating solely through text and instant messages.
When the movie came to its utterly predictable conclusion Tara turned off the TV and stood. Saying good night to Duncan, who pulled his head up just long enough to mumble a reply she headed to the second floor. Not really feeling sleepy Tara decided to take a nice hot bath. She slipped out of her clothes before pulling on a luxurious robe and going to the master bath where she turned the water on to the whirlpool tub.
Little did she realize that Duncan had observed her disrobing due to his hidden camera which was located in the HVAC ductwork to her room. Even though he had intended on being more careful after being caught the sight of her nude body had sent his hormones into a frenzy. After first checking to make sure his father was still ensconced in his office Duncan crept upstairs and quietly approached the master bedroom. Dropping to his knees he crawled into the room where he observed the open door to the bath but he didn’t press his luck by trying to peer inside.
Instead he worked his way to the laundry hamper which he opened. It took but a few seconds to pluck her recently worn black silk panties from the interior. Duncan brought them to his face and he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his stepmother. Slipping them in his pocket he snuck from the room and not a minute too soon for at that moment he heard his father downstairs coming toward the stairs. He was safely in his own room before his father reached the second floor and headed to his bedroom.
The next morning both Paul and Tara had headed to work leaving the house to Duncan. He had lazed by the pool for a while until the heat of midday had driven him inside. Using both Tara’s pictures and her dirty panties, which he wrapped around his fat cock, he came twice thinking about what he’d like to do to her. Each time he spewed his seed it was onto her worn panties.
Later that afternoon he received a text from his father stating that he would be home late that evening because the other side in the case was hoping to hammer out a settlement. When Tara arrived shortly before six thirty she was a little upset on hearing the news. She checked her own phone and saw that Paul had left a similar message for her.
When she asked Duncan if he minded having a pizza for dinner he readily agreed. Feeling a little down she opened a bottle of wine to have with dinner. Tara allowed Duncan one glass but she actually drank the rest of the bottle herself which was unusual for her. Two glasses was usually her limit but she wanted a pick me up that night.
After dinner the two of them stayed in the living room but as usual he paid most of his attention to his device as she read a book. On a few occasions she looked up to see him staring at her but he would quickly turn his attention back to his phone.
By the time Paul came home she was in bed though still awake with just a bedside lamp on. When he got into bed after visiting the bathroom Tara snuggled up against him. He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her and to his surprise she returned his kiss hard. Wine always made her a little hornier than usual and it had been some time since they’d been intimate. As they kissed her hand worked inside the fly of his pajamas and took hold of his soft cock.
“Honey its late and I’m beat, plus Duncan is still awake” he whispered to his wife.
“Stop being a killjoy Paul” she slurred in reply as she threw the covers off revealing that she was wearing just a short red baby doll.
Paul groaned with desire as he saw how she was dressed and in a moment she was kneeling on the bed between his legs. She had now worked his hardening erection from his fly and after first catching his eye Tara ran her tongue the length of him beginning at the base. When she reached the head she wrapped her tongue around it first before taking it in her warm mouth. She savored the feeling of his hard cock between her lips as she started to bob her head up and down.
His fingers ran through her raven locks as she fellated him expertly, taking almost all of his average sized cock deep before sliding her lips up until just his head remained. Tara then took him deep again, wriggling her tongue against his swollen shaft as her head moved downward. His free hand slid the strap past her white shoulder allowing his hand to fondle her breast. She wasn’t large up top but her B-cup breasts were perfectly shaped and her pink nipples were extremely sensitive. When Paul pinched one between his thumb and forefinger it made Tara moan around his cock and sent waves of pleasure to her wet little pussy.
The more turned on Tara became actually spurred her to increase the speed and intensity of her actions. Tara took him even deeper with his head actually slipping into her throat. Giving in to the feeling Paul thrust his hips upward as his hand pushed her down until her nose was pressed to his wiry pubic hair. With a loud groan he swelled up and a second later he started to discharge his cum into her throat.
After four shots no more came out and immediately he started to soften even as Tara continued to lavish oral attention on him. Finally he pulled her off him and tucked his shrinking member back into his pajamas.
“Wow thanks honey, that was great” he said as his eyes closed sleepily “I owe you one.”
Without another word he rolled onto his side leaving her kneeling next to him feeling high and dry. Within a couple of minutes she heard his soft breathing as he slept peacefully. For a long time Tara remained awake and unsatisfied as she contemplated where her life had taken her. Finally she turned off the lamp but it still took time before she was able to nod off.
Little did she realize that Duncan had observed the whole scene on his iPhone from his room down the hall. As he watched his stepmother position herself between his father’s legs Duncan had started to stroke his own hard on as he sniffed Tara’s purloined panties and he had come hard even before his father. However it hadn’t slowed him down any and in fact he was well on his way to another orgasm when he watched in disbelief as his father rolled over and went to sleep.
He couldn’t believe that his father hadn’t fucked her or at the least returned the favor. He pictured himself in the same situation pushing Tara onto her back before giving it to her hard. That caused another powerful orgasm for Duncan and he then used her panties to clean up the sticky mess. He realized that he’d have to wash them as they were now saturated with his teen secretions though he also hoped to obtain another pair of her panties.
Watching Tara lie there with an unhappy expression caused Duncan to contemplate his intentions toward her. He’d been undecided before, having mixed emotions due to the family dynamic but seeing her like that combined with his emerging feelings and a healthy dose of teen lust was enough to help him make up his mind. Duncan went to sleep soon after with his plan fully formulated.
He woke up early the next morning and was there to wish his father a good morning as he headed out for his long commute. Duncan then tossed some of his clothes into the wash along with Tara’s panties before having breakfast. Knowing that she had no work that day he brewed some extra coffee so when she came down wearing a robe and a sleepy eyed expression he told her to sit as he poured her a cup of joe.
“Why thank you Duncan” she told him as she sat at the kitchen table.
“No problem Tara, I made eggs for myself. Would you like me to make you some as well?”
“That’s sweet but no thanks. I usually just have some cereal with fruit.”
“Well stay there and I’ll get it for you” he told her as he removed a bowl from the cupboard.
“You’re spoiling me Duncan but I guess I could get used to it” Tara told him as he put the milk and cereal on the table.
“Is a banana okay?” he asked holding a large up one in his hand.
“That’s fine” she answered “but it’s too big for me to have it all by myself.”
“Really? I figured you could handle it” Duncan told her as he looked into her gray eyes.
For some reason Tara blushed and looked away which made him smile slightly at her discomfort.
“I think I’m going to hang by the pool a while before it gets too hot” he told her before leaving the kitchen.
He passed by on his way outside and he noticed that she seemed to discreetly check him out as he was just wearing his swimsuit and flip flops. He arranged a chaise lounge to his liking and sprawled on it once he was by the pool. He’d been sunning for a little while when he noticed some movement from a second story window which he knew was his father and Tara’s room. Unable to help himself he used his phone to see what was happening in the room.
Duncan gasped when he saw that Tara was standing peering through the blinds while dressed in the baby doll he’d seen her wearing the previous night. As he watched she closed the blind and pulled the lingerie over her head leaving her gloriously nude before walking to her dresser. She opened a drawer and removed a one piece bathing suit which she slipped on. Tara stood in front of her mirror and studied her reflection from different angles before removing it and again burrowing into her drawer. This time she pulled out a skimpy two piece that once she put on hardly covered any of her sexy body. Seemingly satisfied with her appearance she then left the room.
Within a couple of minutes Tara appeared poolside carrying a towel and wearing sunglasses which hid her eyes from him. Duncan thought she looked incredible with the bottom barely covering her puffy mound and leaving much of her big round ass bare. The top covered just over half of her succulent breasts while still displaying a good amount of cleavage. It was obvious that she didn’t get much sun as her fair skin was as pale as a ghost but it provided a startling contrast to her jet black hair.
She carefully placed her towel and glasses on a chaise before approaching the pool’s edge. Carefully she dipped her toe into the water before abruptly pulling it back. For his part Duncan stared at his stepmother’s back and he felt his cock stirring as he focused on her sexy butt. Suddenly struck by inspiration he stood up and quietly crept behind her and with a sudden push he sent Tara into the pool. She shrieked right before her body and the water met with a splash.
He stood there laughing as she sputtered in the pool when she turned and sent a wave of water which drenched him in retaliation. Now it was Tara’s turn to laugh as Duncan stood there dripping with a startled look on his face. That didn’t last long though as quick as a flash he leaped into the pool himself. The cool water caused a moments shock but Duncan’s body quickly adapted. Tara had been further drenched when he hit the water and as she stood there he swam next to her underwater before he rose like the phoenix. She turned but before she could move he lifted her bodily and tossed her into the water.
Duncan then cornered her by the edge of the pool as she stood and for a moment their eyes met. Still conflicted by the situation Duncan fought his feelings and without warning he turned and launched his toned body under the water and away from temptation. For her part Tara was also unsure of what to do. Her body still ached for release and satisfaction but her mind rebelled at the possibility of achieving it with her handsome stepson.
He surfaced at the far end of the pool and without pausing pulled himself from the pool. He was rock hard in his trunks and he doubted that he’d be able to control himself. Without looking back he headed to the house and went inside dripping as he went. For a moment Tara gazed longingly at his departing figure as she battled the conflicting feelings. Until this time she’d never seriously considered committing adultery and the fact that she was considering having sex with her stepson shocked her.
Tara had never considered herself an overly sexual person which was one of the reasons she hadn’t foreseen a problem when she’d married someone old enough to be her father. But as their sex life had dwindled she had come to the conclusion that perhaps she had miscalculated when she had accepted Paul’s proposal of marriage. How else could she explain the fact that at the moment she was seriously thinking about sleeping with Duncan?
Tara got out of the pool and slowly dried her body as she thought about where things stood. Obviously she couldn’t follow through with her forbidden desire she realized, even if ultimately things didn’t work out with her marriage it would be wrong to sleep with her stepson. No matter how attractive she found him or how much she desired to get her bell rung at the moment. Feeling better now that she’d decided on a course of action Tara headed into the house.
Something to eat would settle her down Tara thought but she really should see if Duncan wanted anything as well. Without considering any negative consequences Tara went upstairs and approached his room. She knocked first and then opened the door but was totally unprepared for what she saw. There lying on the bed before her was Duncan and not only was he naked but he was stroking his big, hard cock. She stood there a moment, shocked and unable to move.
He seemed unaware that she was at the door as his eyes were closed and he was using both hands to bring himself pleasure. Tara audibly gasped as her eyes took in the sight of Duncan jerking his fat cock and she also saw that he was wearing headphones, no doubt listening to music as he stroked himself. She knew that she should turn and leave but somehow she was unable to force herself to do so.
She stood there with her mouth open and felt herself getting wet as her eyes followed his hands working his meat. The bottom hand fondled his big, hairy balls and the thick base as his other one ran the length of his impressively sized organ. He was biting his lip and as she watched his young body stiffened and his large cock swelled even more.
“Oh yes Tara!” he gasped out and the next thing that happened was his cock exploded like a veritable fountain of cum.
With an inarticulate cry Tara turned and fled and in her haste she left the door ajar. She went into her room where she shut the door and leaned her body against it as her heart pounded in her chest like a jack hammer. She squeezed her thighs together trying to fight her urges and after a couple of minutes had regained a semblance of control. Quickly she changed out of her bikini and into a pair of sweats and a tank top while her resolve was still there and then she headed downstairs.
For his part Duncan knew that Tara had seen him masturbating, in fact he had hoped it would work out that way. After leaving the pool he’d gone to his room immediately to relieve some stress caused by the combination of his constant teenaged horniness and his obsession with his sexy stepmother. He had heard her coming up the stairs so he quickly had put the headphones on though they weren’t actually connected and had closed his eyes almost fully, just keeping a slit open on one eye.
He heard her knock, then open the door and as she stood there watching he’d become so turned on that he lost all control. It had been his plan to drag it out and hopefully get Tara to join in but just knowing the object of his desire was watching proved too much. So when he felt himself lose it he called out her name at the least. It was such an intense orgasm that it wasn’t until it ended that Duncan realized she had left while leaving his door partially open.
Pulling on a pair of loose basketball shorts Duncan went downstairs in search of Tara. His orgasm hadn’t cooled his desire for her but had only whetted it further. When he didn’t find her on the ground floor he noticed the basement light switch was turned on so that’s where he next searched. She was in the laundry room removing the clothes from the washer from the load he’d put in earlier and moving them to the dryer when with a start she found her silk panties.
Unfortunately Duncan hadn’t read the label that said to hand wash only and as a result they were ruined and it was at that moment he entered the room. Tara turned to him and held them up questioningly as he approached. His face turned crimson and he was unable to meet her eyes.
“Duncan you have to be careful when you wash clothes and read their instructions first” she said but she couldn’t figure out how they had ended up in the basement in the first place. “Next time look at the label and by the way how come you put them in with your wash in the first place?”
“Umm, ahh” he stammered unable to come up with a believable reason so he did the next best thing under the circumstances and turned the tables on her. “I’m sorry ’bout that Tara, really. By the way I hoped you enjoyed my show earlier.”
Now it was her face that reddened as she realized he’d been aware of her seeing him masturbate.
“I’m sorry Duncan, I did knock but I guess you didn’t hear me over your music. It won’t happen again” she replied looking at the floor.
She raised her eyes when he moved closer to her, in fact near enough that not only could she touch him but she could smell his aroused, musky teen body.
“I didn’t mind Tara, actually it turned me on even more. I think you know hot I think you are and I thought it even before last year when I saw you naked that time. Now I guess we’re even.”
Tara felt extremely warm and her eyes darted around as she was unable to look her stepson directly in the face. As her gaze wandered, for a second it drifted across his lower body and she saw a large bulge pressing out from his crotch causing his shorts to tent out.
“I don’t think we should discuss this any further Duncan under the circumstances” she told him in a last ditch effort to avoid anything more happening when he took a step forward essentially eliminating the space separating their bodies.
“Duncan no..” was all she managed to get out before his hand took her chin and tilted it up as his lips swooped in and met hers.
For a moment her hands tried to push him from her but as they collided with the warm flesh of his chest and he hungrily kissed her, Tara’s shaky resolve crumbled. Her hands now ran along the skin of his torso while his hand pressed her head closer. Her pink tongue darted between his lips and eagerly explored his mouth as his much larger body pressed her tush against the washer trapping her there and she felt his erection pushing into her stomach.
Duncan started to rotate his hips and grind against her as his free hand grabbed her breast through the thin material of her top. Tara moaned in response as they continued kissing and her hands took hold of his ass and guided it down so he was now humping against her mound. When he pulled his mouth from hers and bit her neck gently she lost it. She yanked his shorts down, then lowered her body until she was crouching before him. Meeting his eyes she read pleading and demanding in equal measures and she didn’t disappoint.
Tara stared at the hard cock before her and shuddered with desire. It was rock hard and swollen and was twitching slightly even though it wasn’t being touched. The large mushroom head was a color somewhere between red and purple and she could see the clear fluid seeping from it. Tara wrapped her hand around it prompting a groan in response from Duncan.
She felt it throb in her hand and it felt so hot to her that she almost feared it might burn her. The raised veins pumped the blood about as Tara slowly began to work the turgid flesh. It felt so heavy in her hand as she unconsciously compared it to his father’s. Duncan’s was not only longer than Paul’s but also much thicker. Her hand was unable to encircle it fully leaving a gap of flushed skin between her thumb and fingers.
She reached her other hand up and fondled his low hanging testicles while continuing to stroke his cock. Tara squeezed hard as her hand neared his head which forced a copious amount of pre-cum to leak out. Suddenly she felt his strong hand in her hair and so she looked up at him where she clearly read the lust he was experiencing.
“Please Tara, suck it” he said in a demanding voice.
Taking a deep breath first while keeping her eyes locked on his Tara opened her mouth and first extended her tongue and ran the tip across his head, funneling the clear liquid into her mouth. Then without warning she opened as wide as she could and took as much cockflesh in her mouth as would fit. Duncan cried out as he was engulfed in her wet orifice and his fingers tightened in her raven tresses. She would have smiled if her mouth wasn’t stretched to its limit with young cock but she enjoyed his reaction greatly.
His was the thickest she had ever sucked but she was so aroused that she took it to the back of her mouth before sliding her lips back. Tara bobbed her head back and forth as she took as much as possible with each movement and she could feel her juices leaking from her lips into the material of her pants. She moved her hand from his balls and wrapped it around the base of his fat cock. Now as she continued to slide her lips along his shaft she also wriggled her tongue against its underside and her hand pumped the lower half that didn’t fit in her mouth.
“Oh my God Tara, please don’t stop” he groaned and she didn’t pause but instead increased the tempo.
It was more than he could take and without warning he felt the cum rush from his balls and flow up his shaft and erupt into her mouth. Whether it caught her off guard or not Tara gave no indication but continued sucking and stroking him with the only change being that she did her best to swallow every drop. In spite of her best effort though, Tara just couldn’t swallow it as fast as Duncan ejaculated his sperm and a small amount dribbled onto her chin.
Still it finally ended at which time she pulled her lips from him with a popping sound but instead of releasing him she continued to run her tongue against his overly sensitive head until it was clean. Her finger then corralled the stray jism off her face and she sucked it from her finger with a satisfied expression.
“Mmmm, your cum is delicious Duncan” she told him in a matter of fact manner before she became embarrassed by what she’d said and looked at the floor.
His hands took her by the shoulders and he pulled her to her feet and without waiting he covered her lips with his own. If the taste and feel of his own cum bothered him he gave no indication of it. When he broke the kiss he stared at her longingly and with a start Tara felt his still erect cock poke her. She gasped as she knew he’d already cum twice in a short period of time. Without warning he put his arms around her and lifted her bodily and sat her on the washing machine. Duncan took hold of her top’s hem and lifted and pulled it off her.
“Wait Duncan I don’t think we should…” she began but when his hungry mouth closed on her erect little nipple all she could do was gasp from pleasure.
He took as much of her breast in his mouth as would fit as his tongue flicked against her nub sending waves of pleasure to her already wet pussy. Without realizing it Tara’s hand pressed his head closer to her breast as he suckled it. Duncan gripped her waistband with both hands and yanked until her pants were past her knees. Slowly he started to kiss down her body and as he did Tara spread her legs wider giving him a clear path to her paradise.
Duncan continued to trail his mouth down her body until he reached the small well groomed black landing strip of her pubic hair. He took in the sight of her pink lips below, glistening with her womanly fluids and he noticed the heavenly smell of her arousal. Somehow he managed to bypass her pussy and instead he nibbled on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh but Tara was having none of that. She yanked his hair hard first before speaking.
“Don’t be cruel and tease me Duncan. Please kiss me there.”
He looked at her and replied with a smirk on his face. “Where do you want me to kiss you? Tell me.”
“My pussy Duncan, I need you to kiss my pussy. Please I’m begging you” she pleaded in a voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled broadly in reply before he buried his face against her wet womanhood. His mouth met her swollen lips while his nose pressed into her erect clitoris. After first showering her pretty pussy with kisses Duncan then began to run his tongue the length of it. Tara’s legs spread even wider as if that would bring any more pleasure than she was experiencing. Duncan’s fingers then parted her pink petals so that his tongue could lick her inner walls which he proceeded to do eagerly.
She ran her fingers through his brown hair as he lapped up her juices while delighting in the taste of her. When his thumb grazed her clit as he continued to lick her she felt her tummy contract and seconds later her floodgates opened bathing his mouth and tongue with her orgasmic fluid.
“Oh yes, yes, Duncan!” Tara cried out as her legs clamped on his head in the heat of her passion.
He rode her orgasm out and continued giving her pussy a tongue-lashing but once her muscles relaxed enough to free his head he stood and grasped his thick shaft and rubbed it against her wet pussy lips. He was just tall enough to be at the correct height and once his head was coated with her pussy juices he forced it into her opening.
“Oh my God!” Tara gasped as he split her lips with his engorged head while all he could manage was a wordless moan that reflected the incredible feeling he experienced as for the first time he entered her.
Slowly he pushed deeper and once the head was fully inside Tara it became a little easier as he worked deeper. His hand stroked her cheek as he continued driving. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs did the same around his waist when he started to pull back but he quickly reversed course and slammed as deep as he could manage.
“Fuck, that feels so great Tara, you are incredible” he gasped as he began to build up a rhythm.
Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth as he increased the tempo and Tara moaned in his ear. His hands gripped the edge of the washer now allowing him to pump even faster into her and when he hit her sweet spot Tara bit down on his shoulder hard. Duncan shuddered and he felt his organ swell with the familiar feeling and a moment later he flooded her insides with his cream. There was so much that it seeped out and onto the washer beneath her but even as he shrank a little he continued to work in and out of her. He wrapped his arms about her waist and lifted her bodily while staying inside her clenching pussy.
On slightly unsteady feet he headed to the stairs and without releasing her he began climbing. Somehow Duncan persevered and he then carried her upstairs where he brought Tara to her room. With careful effort he managed to lower her onto the bed where he then reluctantly withdrew his half hard cock from her pussy. Surprising herself Tara grabbed it and pulled it toward her mouth and sucked on it for a minute.
“Lie down Duncan” she ordered him once she removed it from her mouth.
Not needing to be told twice Duncan stretched out on the bed beside her. Tara rolled to her knees and straddled her stepson and grasped his cock firmly. She rubbed it against her swollen lips a moment before guiding it to her opening at which time she sank her body down with a moan. For his part Duncan thrust up to meet her and within a minute they’d built up a fast rhythm as she rested her hands on his muscled chest.
Tara bounced up and down on him with her eyes closed as he took hold of her breasts with both hands and fondled them. Her juices dripped from her soaked pussy onto his pelvis as they continued to play the game of love until Duncan raised his body and managed to clamp his teeth onto her sensitive nipple. Yet again Tara was pushed to a thundering climax as her muscles tightened across her body. Once she stopped trembling Duncan managed to roll them over so he was now on top of her.
Her feet hooked around his calves as he slowly slid in and out of her treasure until they were covered with a sheen of perspiration. He rested on his elbows which allowed them to kiss and murmur in each others ears as they made passionate love. Duncan lasted much longer this round but eventually he felt himself nearing orgasm at which time he drove himself deep inside her. Tara felt his cock swell up inside her channel, then he cried out as again he irrigated her womanly canal with his pearls of cum before sinking onto her in utter exhaustion.
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The next day at work Tara had difficulty keeping her mind focused and more than once she received quizzical looks from her fellow workers. No matter what she did she couldn’t forget what happened the day before and at lunchtime she almost bolted to her car to drive home. Somehow her sense of propriety won out and instead she ate a boring lunch at work. She volunteered when her boss needed someone to work late that evening in order to avoid the temptation of being alone with her stepson. Tara wondered what she’d do the following day which was a Saturday when Paul always went golfing. That night during dinner Paul asked Duncan if he wanted to accompany him the next day.
“Oh come on Dad, you know I don’t like golf. Who knows, maybe when I get older” he answered with a laugh and Tara felt her heart in her throat as she knew what would now happen.
Duncan made sure he got up early the next day though he waited in his room until he heard them go downstairs. A little while later the sound of the front door closing came to his ears and he watched out the window as his father’s Mercedes drove away. Only then did he leave the room and he went as naked as the day he was born. He found Tara in the kitchen, washing dishes with her back turned to him. Silently he crept up behind her.
Her first indication of anything was when suddenly she felt his body press up against her from behind as he nuzzled her neck. His hand slid under her shirt and grabbed her breast hard as his erect cock pushed between her legs and rubbed against her pajama covered pussy.
“Oh Duncan stop! You know we shouldn’t” she managed to get out but he couldn’t be dissuaded.
His hand yanked her bottoms down while he moved his hand from her breast to her smooth back and pushed her top half down to the counter. He sank to his haunches and covered her big, white ass with hungry kisses.
“Spread your legs Tara” he growled and despite her misgivings she did as he demanded.
Once her pussy was exposed he started to kiss and lick it and in no time she was soaked. Even though Duncan greatly enjoyed eating her, his own needs required more, so after one last lick he stood. After a few slow motions against the outside of her pussy he drove his cock as deep as possible with one thrust, making Tara cry out with passion. Taking hold of her hips he rapidly pumped in and out, driving them both to the point of madness. Suddenly he pulled out and slid it along her ass crack.
“Tara tell me what you want” he demanded in a voice rough with desire.
“You know what I want Duncan” she gasped in reply.
“I know but I want you to say it Stepmother. What do you want from your stepson?”
“I want you inside me Duncan, don’t make me beg.”
“Tell me exactly want you want” he said as he teased her, putting his head right outside her opening.
She attempted to impale herself on it but he stopped her with a sharp smack to her round posterior.
“Tell me or I’ll just jerk it off” he threatened.
“Fine you bastard, I want my stepson’s big cock in me. Are you happy now?”
“Hmm, I don’t know if that was properly sincere but since I’m a nice guy why not” he said right before he drove himself as deep as Tara could take in one hard thrust.
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Paul had driven halfway to the club when he realized he’d left his wallet on the table by the front door. While the attendant would no doubt recognize him he still had no money to tip the caddy or buy lunch plus there was always the chance he might need his I.D. So as soon as possible he pulled a u-turn and drove home. He opened the front door and went and picked up his wallet when he heard something that didn’t sound quite right. Slowly he headed toward the kitchen where the sounds were coming from and when he saw inside his heart stopped for a minute. There was his son making his wife beg for cock as she was bent over the sink.
Paul almost rushed forward to confront them when he saw his son drive it deep into Tara and heard her cry out in pleasure. The doorway to the kitchen was behind and to the side of the sink so he was able to remain unseen while observing them and with shock he felt himself stiffening in his trousers.
Duncan now had his hands under her shirt and he was obviously playing with her breasts which Paul knew were very sensitive and she seemed to appreciate it from the sounds she was making. He could also hear their flesh slapping together as Duncan thrust forward and his heavy balls collided with Tara’s clit each time.
“Oh yes fill your step mommy’s pussy with your big cock” she cried out, which surprised all who heard it including Tara, as she wasn’t normally so vocal or kinky.
It seemed to spur Duncan on though as he increased the speed of his hips to where they were a blur and Paul found himself rubbing his erection through his trousers. The scent of sex permeated the room and now Duncan had grabbed her by her narrow shoulders and he was constantly moaning. Without warning he stopped and pulled from her causing a disappointed groan to escape her lips.
“On your knees Stepmother, I’m going to cum” Duncan yelled out.
Paul took a step back just in case as Tara turned and sank to her knees. Duncan had been gripping his shaft tightly and once she was in position he stroked his cock and it shot a big glob of cum onto her face. He continued to stroke it as Tara cried out as spurt after thick spurt painted her face. By the time he was done not only was her pretty face covered but she had a good deal in her hair as well. With a moan Duncan squeezed the last bit out onto her cheek before pushing his cock into her mouth. Tara sucked on it dutifully until he pulled it free. As he quietly left Paul heard them talking.
“My Stepmother looks so beautiful with my cum all over her face.”
Tara giggled then answered him. “Do you really think so Duncan?”
She wiped the cum from her eyelid and sucked it off her finger but when she attempted to pick up a dishtowel he stopped her.
“What are you doing?” he asked sternly.
“Stop being silly, I was just going to wipe my face off.”
“No Stepmother, I forbid it. I want my cum to dry on you.”
“Okay if you insist” she said in a little voice which prompted a smile from him in return.
“That’s how I like to see my slutty Stepmother, all covered in cum and on her knees.”
Tara grimaced visibly at the word slutty but didn’t say a word of protest to Duncan.
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Paul drove the whole way to the club with his mind replaying the scene from the kitchen again and again. He stayed hard as steel the whole time it took to drive there. He told the rest of his foursome with a wan smile that he would catch up shortly as he had some intestinal issues to deal with.
Once he closed the door in the bathroom stall Paul dropped his pants and grabbed his still erect cock. He spit on it a few times and stroked it with a rapid rhythm until with a shudder he discharged it into the toilet beneath him as his mind was transported back to the kitchen earlier. Cleaning himself up Paul realized it was the best orgasm he’d experienced in a very long time.
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The Champion’s Companion 17

Mara walked into the Palace grounds confident the guards wouldn’t see through her disguise. Clean up of the massacre inside the Palace was taking a while, and continued into the night. Lights turned night to day and bustling servants in bloody livery rushed in and out cleaning and searching through her handiwork in the mess of the devastated Palace. The bodies under the sheets of the men who passed Mara’s blade lined across the ground to the right with small tents of other recovered items from the thrashed interior. For her, the smell of their blood and fear around her lit nose and fired her loins.
To the left, the Queen sat in metal plated hardened leather cavalry armor at a desk with her back to a huge white carriage that seemed ready to move out. She wanted to make a show of steady strength during the night of crisis as the city seemed under attack by ghostly violent enemies. Nobody needed to know it was all a plot by the Queen’s hand to retake control of the Crown from her foolish puppet husband.
Further back behind the Queen, several larger tents for the displaced nobles stood. Each had colored door flaps to denote their houses. In the far back near the south wing of the ravaged Palace, a five-pole tent for the royals stood with small pennants drooping from the points on top.
Mara eased in among the men amused at their fear and aroused by the mixing odors of semen she smelled. In her form, everyone ignored her as the King’s whore as she wandered over to stand in front of the Queen at her desk.
“What is it? Why do you disturb me?” The Queen asked firmly without looking up.
Mara could smell her fear dealing with what she thought was her husband’s concubine. It was amusing to Mara that she feared her savior.
“We are to see the King.” Mara announced.
Clenching her jaw, the Queen looked up at her. “Tell him I have not prepared the reports he needs yet.” The slender blonde said bitingly.
“We are to see the King.” Mara repeated stepping up against the Queen’s desk.
With a quiet sigh, Queen stood and fumbled for a shawl. Despite the plated leather armor the Queen wore, she was visibly uncomfortable in the presence of the form Mara represented.
The Queen walked in front leading the way winding through the tents huddled as if cold in the shawl as they walked to the tent of her evil husband. Across the wide dark street from the Palace, at least two people watched in the dark by a building corner.
“They are in.” A tall, hugely muscled, white haired Amazon said to a man shrouded in shadow.
Mara stepped in front of the Queen at the entranceway of the tent. Beyond them, a gauzy curtain hanging in front of them partially obscured a throne and lamps illuminating the central area of the tent. Only in a few areas could the grass of the palace grounds be seen poking up from heavy rugs and skins that lined the floor. Mara smelled blood distinctly nearby and wondered if the King was already dead.
A hand flitted aside the curtain in front of them waving them forward and they entered the middle room of the apartment sized tent.
Before them, the king stood over his bloodied son disheveled and looking terrorized. Advisors and other sycophants of the Crown stood along the edges of the room looking at the floor mostly.
“Monto!” The Queen screeched running to the boy and pulling him from the King’s grasp.
“You are here too Taris?” The King bellowed stepping back surprised.
The pale Queen turned and snarled at him holding her concussed child. “You ordered me here you drunk fool. What is it you sent Asmine to fetch me for?”
“Asmine?” The King looked up at Mara and his eye bulged. “Asmine! Praises, I thought you were taken by the guild.” He said nervously offering her a hug.
Mara moved to him slowly and started sobbing into his robes. “It was horrible Highness. The ravages of the castle, the arrest by the guild, and finally when the Guildhouse was attacked and burnt down. I saw the creatures that did all of it. The palace, the Guildhouse all of it.” Mara said sprouting tears and pushing herself into him in a tight embrace. Her right hand twitched behind him with the repressed urge to stab him.
“Tell me their names I order you!!” The King barked pulling her back to look at him.
Mara shut her eyes tightly to protect her secret and pleaded loudly. “Please sir! Mercy! There are assassins among us. Let me tell you the news where only your Highnesses can know. They’re among us. They will come take me again, but I can be safe with you Highness. I can tell you before they come for you too.”
The King pushed her down from him like trash as he suddenly became thoughtful. “Huh? That’s it huh? The conspiracy turns to me. Those old men were trying to get rid of me after all.” He muttered randomly.
Mara crawled back to him worming over the ground. “They know too much Highness. Please take me where it’s safe with you.” Mara pleaded pitifully from the floor tugging on his robe’s hem. “They know so much. They are among us even now. They are close Highness, I fear they watch us.”
The King’s mind internalized the paranoia as he tried to guess the identities of his enemies. In a frenzy, he looked up at the faces of his cowering sycophants for the traitor among them. “Yes, they… They are always trying to control me. They always were… Leave us!” He bellowed. “Be gone from here!”
The crowd of advisors left quietly. Finally, only the guards were left. “Why do you stay?” The King screeched waving an arm at them too. “Leave us immediately!” He turned expectantly to Mara after they left.
Mara stood and backed up. “I will tell you about your enemies and what I heard Highnesses.” She turned and dashed forward to clutch him tightly in a penetrating embrace.
“It is you.” She whispered in his ear and backed away turning to the stunned Queen who still held Prince Carthin. “Menthino’s activities here against the King and the guild have been completed Queen Di Sellis.” She reported flatly.
Behind her, the King was frozen in shock and paling as the poison wended its way through him. A dry gasp heaved from him after a moment, and with a groan, he shook and fell to the floor to lie still.
The Queen looked from him to Mara. “What happened?”
“You killed the king, with this.” Mara remarked, as if it was plain truth, dropping an obviously poisoned dagger to the blonde’s feet. “Perhaps it was by order, perhaps it was by your own hand. It will be as you declare.” She turned and stepped out leaving the Queen to consider the beginnings of a new future.
Like a scurrying shadow, Mara left quickly. She moved to the back of the tents into the shadows where no one could see her. With Kaarthen’s help, she felt the movements of energy that pulled her body back into her normal shape. Her breasts and hips grew, and her body shrunk until she was back to her curvy voluptuous stature at just under five feet tall. The wavy black glossy hair she worn straightened with a pop, and turned into a wavy blond as her skin lightened into a pale fair creaminess.
“Oi girlie what are you doing over here?” A gruff voice called from the shadows.
Since she was behind the tent, the lights of the Palace’s courtyard made deep shadows cloaking the areas around her. She found that across a streak of light on the ground a man sat laying back against the wall of the Palace several paces before her. He appeared to be a soldier resting, but also seemed drunk.
“It’s been a long day sir. I’ll be on my way.” Mara said turning and walking up the clear path to the interior and the exit.
“Oh no you don’t.” Said the man grabbing her. He tugged her arm pulling her out of the light and over onto him.
Once she was on him, the stench of brandy was on her. Brandy and cum, this man had something to offer her. She grew hungry as always with the scent of fresh cum.
“Now you’re just a servant. I’ve been watching you girlies go in and out helping those mucky-mucks but now old Jeffies wants a bit.” He said holding her tightly.
“Sir please,” Mara tried to sound small, scared, and soft like a young possibly virginal bond maiden. “I would give you my warm mouth and a soft suck to ease you if you were just more gentle.”
The straightforward offer made the man much more relaxed. “Oh glad to know, glad to know. I’ve been working hard. Here, give old Jeffies something for protecting you. They made me go in and fight the assassins that did this to the Palace. There were so many. I fought them hard I did in that bloody place.” The man excitedly pushed her down lower, and together they worked down his pants. “Now old Jeffies could use a gentle mouth on his… there you go.”
Mara crouched between his legs gobbling his thick cock. The monster organ was wider then both her small hands and a good seven inches long. Her small mouth had to gape to get it in. Her talented tongue tried to wrestle with the column as it pressed in and slid deeper. Mara switched tactics and used her small hands on his shaft and balls as she started bobbing deeper to take his length into her throat.
Her instinctive talent at bottomless deepthroating and her sexual hunger from being a former vampire sex slave helped her push the man to release a spectacular gushing load into her tight mouth. She sucked to continue his spending as thick gobs and spurts grew into a steady flow. Above her, the man cringed with intensity of the pleasure.
“Oi! that’s it girlie. That’s the thank you Jeffies needed.”
Mara’s small soft hands cupped and massaged the pulsing muscles under the balls stimulating more of the nutritious semen. The man above her was growing numb in his toes and fingers as the flow continue on what he thought was the best suck of his life. His balls started to ache with fatigue and emptiness as the flow continued non-stop. The mixed painful pleasure still made him bounce his hips instinctively into the deep warm sucking hole he blew himself in.
“Aurgh.” ‘Old Jeffies’ gasped weakly. He slowly started realizing he couldn’t move or speak anymore from weakness.
The pained sensation of pulsing grew to a feeling of pissing fire as his body forced out more globs of his essence. Below him, the girl continued to stroke his balls and milk his shaft as she bobbed on him.
Finally, after his last gasp, he keeled over and Mara stood over him checking the surrounding shadows for witnesses.
In her regular form, she was looked at, but not recognized and also not stopped, as the short bouncy blonde grabbed a pile of folded sheeting and headed out the Palace gates.
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Two days after the twin tragedies of the guild burning down with nearly all representatives and several major nobles present, and the palace massacre that killed nearly as many, the politics was getting back to normal. Recovered assets allowed the Crown to begin payments in valued currencies again. The destruction of the Palace at the hands of Kaarthen’s three ‘hands’ had oddly helped the economy of the restarting city because of the massive renovations needed. Having so many people nearby working in the Palace allowed the story of what was happening to their beloved Queen and beautiful city to get out. The city’s royal funeral was marred by the budding realization of what the people in charge of the guild had done.
The Queen had lavished as much attention on Marcos privately as her busy schedule allowed. During her days, she met with a seemingly endless schedule of leaders, and ambassadors from nearby cities. As a Queen in a mourning city trying to rebuild itself, she had to make a great many appearances in city and out among nearby towns in the valley. Accords were struck that were in the end going to be very beneficial to everyone, and especially profitable to the Crown.
To help her goal of solidarity and assist in spreading the wealth, the Sisterhood and Marcos advised the Queen to have coins and tax stamps produced bearing her face and flag. The prince was just about wrapped in the colors and ordered out to find the many villages and towns near and far. Once there, he was to make himself as visible as possible in those lands as the Crown prince of their country. As the Crown prince, he would also let his name and face be known and liberally spend money on charities, statues, festivals, and projects in the name of the Crown. However, despite how badly they needed the money, strict terms were written up for them to sign before any accounts were started by the prince.
During her nights, Marcos and Kaarthen entertained Queen Di Sellis in her apartments till the small hours. Marcos would usually keep her in bed while Kaarthen seemed to latch onto the hidden desires of the Queen and waited till Marcos was exhausted before bringing in Mara and licking the Queen’s royal, and utterly exhausted vessel.
Kaarthen gave her the son she wanted to carry. Musingly, she made sure he would be a very similar man in his adulthood to Marcos.
Not everything went smoothly, or as Marcos would have liked. He found himself in a dark green silk shirt and comfortable linen breeches speaking with the dusky skinned Duchess Perstavy in a meeting where he figured she would try to curry favor with him like so many others. Like other nobles stewing in self importance she honored herself and referred to herself as ‘we’ as though including the title she bore and all it represented. She sat seeming to slouch into her couch across from him in a modest sized wood paneled office of elegance. Her high-necked purple robe was a stylishly loose parody of Mara’s body sock. Marcos was furiously trying to understand what her enormous breasts were doing under her robe.
Not for the first time she tried shifting her body and throwing around her hands to break his wayward gaze. “Lord Panthi, the work you have done was excellent. We are able to keep a large hold on our cities allowing our dream of becoming a true country to continue.” The Duchess paused. “We are curious of the alliance mentioned between our two countries.”
“It was temporary.” Marcos said dismissively. He was bored of the parade of nobles coming along currying favor. He had become their new flavor of interest in the city.
The Duchess wasn’t making it easy for him to be a gentleman. This meeting was dragging on for what felt like hours as she for all intents and purposes tried to interrogate him. Visions of her naked made it difficult for him to listen as she continued. “Well, we are curious also how we can avoid losing our trade relationship.”
Marcos sat up aggressively. “I can take care of it by my report. If, I am pleased here.”
The Duchess seemed confused. “Are we not in a better more stable situation?”
“Not Sellis. You will satisfy me. Here.” Marcos said opening his legs wide revealing his straining member.
She blushed under her deep tan and leaned back. “I think you should leave. You are not a good representative for your countries needs.”
“I am,” He hissed. “And you will serve them as I tell you.”
The Duchess panicked a little confused and stood trying to tower over him. “How dare you! I’ll have the guards take you out of here at once.” She said pointing a bejeweled hand to the door.
Marcos hopped the half pace to her handily, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him closely like they were about to waltz. “Too late.”
“Unhand me.” She immediately fought pushing him away and they tumbled off the end table into the wall where Marcos turned her around, and pinned her from behind. “Argh. I am the Head of house for the… Argh.” Marcos shoved her harder to the wall and rode his crotch into the plump brunette’s ass.
He spoke to her ear. “I don’t care. You will serve me now. You will start with your body and slack my lusts like a good noble woman.”
Marcos had recently found out that noble woman in this area use themselves to ensure their male children don’t defile their siblings or breed off of available women in the estate. The practice is to ensure the protection of their sister’s honor and virginity, and the all important control of the blood line. Usually, the women use their ass to take their sons as they grow older until they leave to get married.
“I…I won’t do that with you. Please don’t…I can’t.” She pleaded blushing hard.
Marcos leaned into her ear smelling her wavy black hair. “Yes. You will now show me where you will take my hard needs.” She froze and turned away as he grinded his obvious hardness into her pillowy ass. “Show me! You think the Queen will like your name being the reason the deal falls apart?”
She panicked. “You can’t do this.” Marcos twisted her arm savagely. “Okay, Okay I will do it for my family name and my Queen.”
She slowly lifted her robe. Her deeply tanned thick shapely legs he remembered were revealed in a teasingly slow pace. Under the long robe, she wore no under clothes and her wide round ass was naked for him.
Marcos pulled apart the dark crack and saw her bruised asshole. It looked more fitting on a bar whore. “That’s right you’ll do it for me. Look at your beaten hole, you sow. How many sons have you had to satisfy with it?”
She wagged her hips uselessly at his words. “…Oh don’t do this.” She pleaded.
“Answer me! You whore. You’ll do the Crown some good if you obey.” Marcos shouted.
“Three.” She said quietly.
When she turned to look at him be jowls beckoned him to take a bite but he resisted. “Three, Master.” Marcos demanded.
“What how dare you? I am the…” She tried pushing off the wall to fight again. They wrestled and fell to the floor. Once Marcos was atop her, his gauntlet tore her robe to shreds revealing her massive breasts looking like a pair head sized eyes staring back in stunned surprise. They jiggled and flopped as she fought on her back bravely. “Get off! How dare you.” She foolishly demanded.
“Silence. You serve me now.” Marcos eased up over her and looked from her massive brown nippled breasts along her dark body to her pudgy hairless pussy. “You’re wet for this.” Her chubby thighs were rubbing together wetly and the whole of her hips and crotch glistened.
He fingered her sopping hole finding it extremely wet and tight with a quality of a yielding cushion rather than muscular tightness. He knew from experience she wouldn’t get loose with a prize pussy like that and worked his knees into her thighs.
“Stop please. My family is very fertile. The women are always like this. Please just…” She pleaded impotently. She already knew she was lost completely. She watched him scramble to lower his pants. When he lowered his cock and his balls the size of small apples for her to see, she stared down in fear at them.
“You call me by title or you’ll be sorry with the rest of this city.” He leaned in lining himself up. Unconsciously, she tilted back her hips and aligned herself to him. “Now take this cock.” He said pushing into her.
Her pussy was amazingly tight and very hot and wet. She was a close second to Kaarthen’s amazing massaging pussy. Its softness was resistant like a new plush stuffed winter glove that he could slide into. Initially it stretched only slightly, and his cock and balls were left out to be coddled by the crevice of her warm thighs and buns. “Aaah MMmilord… Please not my…Please use my ass.”
Under him, she closed her eyes and turned away her face as she fucked back into him without restraint. She moaned and wheezed loudly, as he demanded more of her body for his cock’s recreation.
“What was that?” Marcos asked speeding up into her. Instinctively her knees spread wider as he sped up and plundered her convulsing core.
She gasped at his fast deep thrusts and tried to holdout as her pussy told him of her nearing climax. Loudly, she babbled as her pussy collapsed and twitched around him in a gushing orgasm. “Please. Ahhh…oh..Arrrgh use my ass.”
“What was that?!” Marcos repeated heaving into her with his entire ten-inch cock. Now that she came, her pussy had become greedy for more. Instinctively, it worked him grasping as he pulled back and tightening as invaded. Their hips met as he slam fucked her underneath him and the sound of wet sloshing and slapping filled the room.
“Please… use my ass.” She gasped quickly between breaths.
Marcos leaned in and paused moving his cock in circles around her. “Stupid bitch. I wanna cum. You did, now it’s my turn. Let’s cum together bitch.” He sped back up thrusting her hole with wet slaps.
Under him, signs of her arousal were coating him from thighs to belly button. Her hips rose to him perfectly and her legs spread out with her knees almost to her armpits. As he thrust in, her mushy hole even tried to take in his flopping balls. Deep inside her, Marcos was battering into, and sliding along against her cervix.
“Mmmmnn…. Nnnoo I Ple….” She pleaded. She looked at him furtively several times before falling back with her eyes closed.
Marcos knew she was trying to hold onto her sanity, but it was being nudged away as his cock kissed her cervix and slid across it neighborly.
“Bitch, you never say ‘no’ to your master!” Marcos shouted
“Please… I’ll be…. with child.” She pleaded between his thrusts.
“You better ask nice quickly.” Marcos’ cock was giving him the nagging intense burn starting in his root and working up to his sensitive head as his massive cock swelled deep within her.
She felt it coming, her eyes burst open, and her arms snapped around his back. “Mmaster please…Use…Ah aahhH MY AAHhh!”
The Duchess’ movements belied her horny base desires for his cum. Her hips raised off the floor then angled to point him into her furthest reaches. As they moved together, her splashing pussy opened for him and his cock pushed along and grinded hard along the cervix. Her legs snapped in as he slid further then they wound around him locking together. With no retreat available, Marcos pushed in further what little he could with his toes.
Her wall stayed firm but in the last moment as she felt his rising spunk, her instincts flattened her hips and gave him a direct shot for one more slam. Without any pause he backed out slightly and raised onto his hands and toes as he trucked into her. As his cockhead pushed through her cervical gate, his spurts flew out in a thick steam, pooled into her womb, and he clamped around her and bit down onto her shoulder as his body seized her tight.
They remained locked tightly as she climaxed under him in waves drawn out by the force of his jet of hot cum and the oddly pleasurable pain of his bite. For almost a full minute, his balls continued to spew into her with pronounced pulses that rhythmically poured out into her uterus as she twitched and writhed her upper body. The moment of frenzied passion passed and they both breathed hard eye to eye, as her body facilitated proper joining and his carried out its transfer. Both lovers were mostly unconscious of how they worked together at the lowest levels for a successful mating.
“Yes bitch, yes, you are mine. Your Master is pleased.” He said keeping tightly locked into her as his upper body raised up to empty himself.
Below him, she covered her face in her hands and he could feel her sobs pushing along his length. “Quit crying.” Marcos barked stroking her softly with his re-hardening cock. “Say, ‘Thank you Master’.”
“I.. I can’t I..” She protested.
“Say ‘thank you’ bitch.” Marcos said leaning into her face giving her one last chance.
She felt his fully re-hardened cock pushing into her now menacingly. “You? Are you going to…”
Marcos roughly pulled out from her and flipped her over. Instantly he was on her as she scrambled. In the confusion, she raised her hips as she tried to move away and felt him slide over her. As she turned back feeling his weight on her and his cock wandering her backside, she found out his intentions. “NnnOO!”
Marcos skewered her ass roughly, and slid deeply into her with half of his cock. His shrugging thrusts pushed in bursts as he tunneled down into her. She tried to lower herself and laid flat under the onslaught. Her pillowy ass and thick thighs worked against her and eased Marcos’ domination of her. Once seated fully, he turned her face away from him callously, and started to ass rape her fiercely.
“You…Are…The…Stupidest…Bitch…I…Have…Ever.” Marcos said as he dropped into her with hard brutal thrusts. Her well-used ass took his wet cock easily, though he could tell it had been awhile for her.
Under him, she tried swimming away. Her arms searched blindly for handholds to deliver her from him. “Please… Master…Mercy.” She wheezed.
“Say it again.” He growled.
Sobbing she turned to him, “PuH..Lezz..Mas…ter…Please.” She pleaded pitifully.
Marcos stopped and got off her, and pulled her up onto her feet. “Come here.”
He brought her around and dropped her onto the couch she had sat in earlier. He got naked next to her and then mounted.
As Marcos moved atop her, she pleaded weakly again but popped open her legs for him. “Oh Please. Master.”
He lined his cock up and pushed into her wet canal slowly. Her pussy had swollen to become tighter but he gave her no quarter. Her wetted pussy guided his rod deep into her. Her soft body was remarkably hot and sweaty from his exertions.
“Oh not again…” She moaned as he began to thrust her.
He played with her giant breasts moving between the two as he gave her a much smoother ride building up to a mutual orgasm. He rested a moment deep inside her after loading her up. He dozed lightly between and on top of the cushions of her body. The sweet scent of her aroused body was a natural musk that put him at ease. Under him, the Duchess had embraced him and seemed to be half asleep.
His cock hardened again in her inviting body and Marcos rose and pushed into her in another demanding rhythm. Under him, she wrapped her hands around his back and clung to him with her eyes closed. Her body naturally made the movements needed for them to arrive at another timely orgasm where he could again spatter her walls with more thick cream.
She pleaded again when she felt him already spurting into her for a third time. Marcos knew it was all just theater. “Oh OH.. Master, take it out! I’m… Ohhh! Argghh.” She said breaking down as her climax ruled her. The feeling of his forceful shots made her body tighten around him. He let his cock drain and the cum soak within her fertile body as his cock kept it all with her deepest point.
Marcos enjoyed the quiet moment of post coital bonding sucking her nipples. “You did well. Never forget.” He said quietly and stood.
“Oh, by the way, before I forget hold still.” Marcos said and plucked a hair from her head.
He dressed and left quietly. Back in the office, the Duchess Clarin Perstavy slept undisturbed with her legs wide displaying Marcos’ frothy mess coating her crotch and thighs. Her pussy reflexively tightened and swelled shut sealing itself tightly.

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Getting The Most Out Of Counselling

After just a few years of marriage, filled with constant arguments, a young man and his wife decided the only way to save their marriage was to try counselling. They had been at each other’s throat for some time and felt that this was their last straw.
When they arrived at the counsellor’s office, the counsellor jumped right in and opened the floor for discussion. “What seems to be the problem?” Immediately, the husband held his long face down without anything to say. On the other hand, the wife began talking 90 miles an hour describing all the wrongs within their marriage.
After 5 – – 10 – – 15 minutes of listening to the wife, the counsellor went over to her, picked her up by her shoulders, kissed her passionately for several minutes, and sat her back down. Afterwards, the wife sat there speechless. He looked over at the husband who was staring in disbelief at what had happened.
The counsellor spoke to the husband, “Your wife NEEDS that at least twice a week!”
The husband scratched his head and replied, “I can have her here on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

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dirty back roads – chapter 3

He lay there watching her sleep for a little while. His cock still hard from drinking in her naked young body. Now sharing the same bed, the same sheets, she lay sound asleep just inches from him. He stroked his hardness in her direction, sure that if he were to cum it would find it’s way to her perfect flesh. He shook his head and tried to regain some fatherly composure. He could not in good conscious try to have a sexual relationship with his baby girl, even if she was having congress with the dog. It was not his place. He needed a drink. He sat up and contemplated the situation. With a long sigh, he rose and headed off to the kitchen for some whiskey. With every step his thirst for the drink grew, until he was salivating as he shakily poured himself his first shot. His mind raced with visions of his daughter’s tiny body shaking and writhing under the thrusts of his old dog Rufus. Her innocent lust, unabashed desire for these new delights. He wanted to protect her from the world, but also to give her all the joy possible. He poured himself several more shots before he began to swig directly from the bottle, and his thoughts began to blur. He slumped down in his chair and nodded off for a bit. He groggily awoke in the middle of the night, not unaccustomed to this predicament of alcoholic slumber in whatever chair he was in. He rose rather unsteadily and staggered off to bed. When he slipped into his bed sheets, he was drunk enough to mistake his daughters warm body laying naked in his bed for that of a mystery woman. He was happy for his new prize, as he clambered clumsily under the sheets toward her. His eager wandering hands found their way to her little hole and his fingers probed her, finding her warm and still wet with the dog’s cum he climbed onto her and grunted into the back of her neck as he guided his drunken cock into her little pussy. Her tight slit felt so good on his cock as he fucked her little body pinned under his lumbering weight. Her face buried in the pillow, as his thrusts brought him closer and closer to his release.
She whimpered into the pillow as he drilled her. Awoken in such a strange manner, unable to move, but feeling the nice fullness like Rufus delivered, but different… slower and more deliberate. She could smell the whiskey on her fathers breath and fear shot through her. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she just lay there silently, not wanting to provoke his anger. She tried to relax and just enjoying the sensations he was delivering. Soon his thrusts quickened and his whole body tensed up as he groaned heavily in her ear. He collapsed against her, his body draped half over hers as he quickly fell asleep without even pulling out of her. She didn’t mind. In fact she had enjoyed the feelings, and could still feel his cock twitching inside of her. He woke her up again a few hours later, groggily resuming his course of action, and filling her little hole with another load of his cum before collapsing on her again. She had never felt so close to her father. This was like a dream come true. She only hoped that he’d make her feel as nice as Rufus did.
The rooster woke them both up in the morning. Her daddy twitched inside her, she could feel him hard again, grinding against her. He groaned and slowly roused to a conscious state… a state where he could begin to digest the situation. Here he lay on top of his little baby girl with his cock hard and inside of her – he was in fact slowly fucking his sweet daughter as his revelation unfolded before him. He threw himself off of her and recoiled in the sheets on the far side of the bed, silently wondering what he’d done. His little girl rolled over and faced him, her eyes wide. He stared back at her, wondering what she must think of him… what a monster he was. His self loathing was instantly quelled by her sweet innocent smile which grew bigger than he’d ever seen it. He reached out and swept her forehead with his fingers and apologized, hoping against hope that he hadn’t hurt her. She giggled and told him he was being silly. She sat up and asked him why he had stopped, because she thought it was a really nice way to wake up. His jaw nearly dropped, as his mind reeled from her reaction. He was beating himself up for no reason. His daughter was so special, and their new relationship was not something to turn into a shameful darkness, but a loving exploration.
She crawled across the bed to her daddy, and snuggled up against him. He opened his arms and wrapped his sheet around her naked young body. Running his fingers along her perfect smooth flesh and marveling at his luck. He kissed her neck so gently, and with each kiss he felt her pressing herself more firmly against him. His hard cock was twitching against her buttocks. His baby girl wiggled her ass against him. He whispered in her ear how much he loved her, as his hand slid down her side, savoring the smoothness of her young perfect skin, seemingly his for the taking.
She snuggled into her daddy’s warmth, feeling so safe and warm, but also a longing… a wanting she didn’t fully understand. She really liked it when her daddy had his thing inside her this morning. It had felt very different than Rufus, and it didn’t make her feel the same either. She wanted to try it again, but wasn’t sure what to ask for. Before she could say anything he began to rub his hands over her body. His fingers slid down her side, and she giggled because it tickled, and because it tickled she squirmed and pressed her wriggling little body even harder against her daddy. She felt something pressing between her legs, something hard and hot. As his hands moved over her body, she wiggled and giggled and felt his breath hot against the back of her neck. His hands slid up over her chest and he lifted her onto him as he rolled over onto his back. Now she was wriggling just against his body, and could feel the hard hotness pushing against her bum.
He held her body against his with one hand, while the other moved down to her hole. He slid his fingers through her cum filled slit and prodded the opening. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. But there was nothing that could stop him now. Gripping his shaft, he unwedged it from underneath his little girl’s butt and guided into her tight little pussy. He eased it in slowly, and felt her body respond immediately. She arched her back ever so slightly and pushed back against him as he slowly entered her with his length. He slowly filled her, then equally as slowly withdrew, his first witting violation of his daughter’s physical body. This went beyond mere naughty thoughts, beyond jerking off in her room, beyond everything that was reasonable and right. But it felt so damn good. His conflict may have heightened his sensitivity, or perhaps it was the taboo thrill of fucking his baby girl. maybe it was the fact that she was so small and tight, but whatever the cause, he had never been so hard, so lustful, so driven. His cock felt like it was a mile long and a mile wide as he slowly pumped himself into her. She was enjoying it too, he could hear her faint panting on top of him. He began to stroke her little clit with his thumb, while continuing to hold her body tight to him with his other arm. He had never enjoyed a sexual act as much as he was enjoying every single thrust into his daughter. He fucked her like this for what seemed to be an eternity. Time slipped away as they silently bonded in this new wonderful way. So tenderly he loved her. He whispered in her ear what a good girl she was, how good she felt on top of him, how happy she was making him. He felt her body tensing, as he rubbed her little clit faster. He drove his cock into her deeper and pushed her little pelvis down onto his length as she started to cum and he whispered in her ear how much he loved her, his beautiful baby girl. His one and only.
If he could have seen her face as she came, as she heard his words, we would have seen the true definition of bliss. She had had so many new and wonderful experiences and feelings lately, but this was miles above those. She was somewhere else. Transported. Peaceful. Loved so completely. But all he felt was the enormous eruption in her loins, his cock buried inside of her while every muscle on her body shuddered against him, her pulse, her heat, her guttoral moans ebbing into gentle whimpers as her body yielded to it’s exhaustion and she melted onto him. Her spent limbs going slack at her sides, and her head lolling back against his jaw. He inhaled deeply as her hair fell across his face. He thrust once more into her hot little cunt, still clenching him spasmodically before his came too. His cock bursting at the seams inside her hot little hole. His seed gushed into his little girl, quickly spilling out, as his cock filled her every inch of her, with plenty to spare. He held onto her still, loving the feeling of their orgasmic bodies speaking their own muscular language. His cock twitched as her pussy clenched. Two happily spent bodies, bonded forever by this union. Staring at the ceiling through wisps of his beautiful girls hair, watching as the sun cast its earliest rays high across the room. He wondered as he lay there, just what the future had in store for him. A hopeful smile across his face, and a long lost sparkle twinkled in his eye once again.

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Chicago, Chicago, That Toddlin’ Town

Blake and Karen. Both 33 now. Grew up together. Blake’s stepmom and Karen mom were cousins, and a close knit family. Although they never went the whole way when growing up, they came close. But after leaving for college, they both found their own path in life, until they met up again 15 years later in Chicago

SARAH HAS A FOURSOME

I offered my lover the choice of wide range of MFM scenarios.
One of her top choices was, ‘We are standing naked in front of a mirror. I am behind you teasing your nipples. Another man is on his knees in front of you cupping your bum cheeks and licking you to orgasm, ever so slowly.’
How to find a man to do this that would be satisfactory to Sarah?

Zombie Holocaust 4

The girl in the story is based off the girl I love, but can’t have. Just felt right ot tell you folks, Im not sure why.

Rest Area bonanza

I am a happily married man. During my youth, I experienced some oral sex with other young men. As I grew up, peer pressure caused me to repress my urge to suck cock. I have never been sexually attracted to men in a kissing/hugging kind of way. The feel and taste of a stiff cock have been all I have craved, along with the feeling of a stiff cock in my ass. Obviously, with a wife that is very traditional, the opportunities to pursue and satisfy these urges has been next to impossible. My wife gives okay head, but she does not like the taste of cum, does not want to wear a dildo and perform anal on me and thinks allowing me to taste my own cum from her hand, after a handjob, is gross. I repress my needs for years at a time, jacking off to x-rated videos and fantasizing about sucking a stiff cock. I have used a variety of dildos and devices to satisfy my anal desires, also.
I had not been able to suck cock for over a year, and I was on my way home from work after a long second shift. It was after midnight as I drove down the expressway. I had about a 30 minute drive home and was extremely horny. I had my cock out of my pants and was stroking it as I drove down the road. It felt soooo good to hold that stiff cock in my hand, but I knew that I needed the feel and taste of another mans cock before too long. As I drove down the road, I passed a rest area on the opposite side. I remembered that I had walked in on quite a scene of cocksucking and fucking there a few years ago. My wife was in the car and I had to resist the urge to participate. Remembering that time, I decided to turn around and go back to the rest area to see if anyone was there.
I had a company logo shirt on, so when I got out of the car I turned it inside out so the logo wasn’t showing. I wanted to be anonymous. I noticed a few cars and trucks in the parking areas and figured there might be some action inside. I walked into the mens room and found it to be empty. I was quite surprised and disappointed. I decided to sit in one of the stalls and wait to see if anyone showed up. I left the door open a bit and pulled my cock out. There were no gloryholes in any of the stalls, so I figured this was the only way to advertise my intentions.
I had a good hardon going when I heard the door open from the outside. I peered through the opening in my door and watched a young man walk past. Our eyes met momentarily as he passed by, but he didn’t stop or make any move towards my stall. I could see him through another opening where the panels of the stall came together. He was at one of the urinals, relieving himself. He was in good shape and appeared to be clean. Cleanliness is a must with me. Upon finishing, he flushed and turned around. He had zipped his pants up. I was hoping he would turn around with a stiff cock and a big smile on his face. Oh well, maybe the next guy. I watched him walk back towards the door to the restroom. Upon reaching my stall, he stopped and opened the door slightly wider. I was holding my stiff cock. He looked at me and looked down at my cock and said that the cops had been working the rest area quite a bit and that no one dared to anything in the stalls anymore. He said that there was a low area, past the auto parking lot, where guys could do just about anything at night without being seen by anyone above. It was also adjacent to a wooded area that provided a quick exit should any police patrols show up. I asked if he would like me to suck his cock and he motioned with a wave of his hand to follow him. I quickly stood up and stuffed my cock back in my pants. I followed him across the parking area and down a slope to an area with picnic tables. It was pitch black and my eyes took a minute to adjust. I soon made out about 10 men in the area. One guy was bent over a picnic table with another guys cock pounding his ass. There were several other men standing around them, assumably waiting their turn.
The young man I followed down turned and asked if I still wanted his cock. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. His cock was hard and difficult to get out. He finally reached in and wrenched it out for me. What a spectacular cock! He had about 8 thick inches, clean and cut, sticking dead straight out of his pants. I could smell the musky man odor and my mouth was watering profusely. I wrapped one hand around the shaft and slid the head into my mouth, sliding my tongue along the shaft until I had engulfed as much as I thought I could. I began sliding my mouth and tongue back and forth, sucking and slurping. He waas moaning a bit already. I could taste a bit of precum forming on the end of his cock and kept swallowing it as I worked the shaft.
I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye and removed his cock from my mouth to turn and look. It appeared that my actions and his moans had brought some attention from other men in the area. I had 5 or 6 guys standing around us, watching me suck this beautiful cock. Several of them already had their cocks in had and were slowly working them. I turned back to the cock in hand and slid it back in my mouth. God it was big! I pushed myself to get all of it in my mouth, but I still had a couple of inches left. Suddenly, I felt his hand reach behind my head and firmly grasp it. He held my head and thrust his hips forward. His cock slid down my throat, producing a gagging reflex. He pulled back out and thrust in again. Again I gagged. He kept it up until I finally was able to take his whole cock into my mouth and throat. I felt a bit of discomfort when he was completely in me, but the joy of eating the wonderful stiff cock was almost unbearable. He removed his hand from the back of my head and I continued to suck him balls deep in my mouth and throat. I could feel his head getting larger and his shaft starting to pulsate. I knew I was going to taste a delicious load of cum any minute. I quickened my movements to bring him to climax. He moaned loudly. All of a sudden, he pulled out and shot a huge rope of cum over my shoulder. He shuddered and shot a second load, which partially landed on my shirt. I finally grabbed his cock and started sucking again as his third spasm overcame him. I didn’t get a lot of cum from him, but it was still delicious. I milked his cock until it softened. He finally pulled out and stuffed his cock back in his pants. He whispered a quick thanks and walked away. I was about to stand up and walk back to my car when one of the bystanders walked directly in front of me with his stiff cock at attention, just inches from my mouth. He asked if I was still hungry. Without hesitating, I took his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t quite the size of my last cock, but he was definitely turned on by the action he had been watching. His cock was leaking precum immediately and after only a couple of quick minutes he blew a big load that hit the back of my throat hard. I grabbed both his ass cheeks with my hands and sucked his cock deep in my mouth, sucking and swallowing his load. He bucked like a bull, with cum spraying my mouth over and over. I didn’t miss a drop. After he stepped away, I looked around and realized that I would be there for a while. There were at least 5 more guys with their dicks out of their pants, standing in line. I took each one of them in turn until I had sucked off a total of 9 cocks. Some of them insisted on spraying their load on me and some let me swallow their wonderful cum. I was a mess when I was done. I walked back to the rest room and washed up. I got back in my car and continued home. I pulled my cock back out of my pants and began reliving the night, slowly stroking my cock until I came. I shot my load so hard that it actually hit the headliner of the car and went all over my shirt. I took my finger to the headliner, wiping it clean and sucking the cum off as I drove. I ended up throwing the shirt in the laundry when I got home, so my wife wouldn’t find it.
It will probably be another year or so before I finally get so desperate for a cock fix. Hopefully, you will be one of the many that will benefit from my night to let the urges come out.

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