Romance

Finding TRUE LOVE – part 1

Authors note : Please tell me how it was. Let me know which part was good and which was bad. Like untill this part i was good then i was bad , this part was worse stuff like that and please try not to hate the story. i would love if i get some positive ratings. Thanks for reading this story.START OF THE STORY
“No matter how much you cry they are not coming back. You must be strong for them.” – My aunt said to me. “No they can’t leave me.” – I replied sadly. “Hey mom, dad, wake up. It’s not funny anymore. Hey dad please wake up already, I will never want ice-cream again I promise. Hey mom, mom, I will be a good boy from now on, I promise. I will listen to you always. Wake up already.” – I said crying. Tears were running through my face and making my shirt wet, but they didn’t listen to me .They didn’t speak a word. “No, don’t leave me.” – I shouted.
I think it’s time to introduce myself.
I am MAX WILSON. The owner of Wilson Company. I am 10 now. Almost 5 feet. Dark hair, muscular body, blue eyes and nice face. My father and mother died yesterday on a car accident. I wanted to have a chocolate ice cream in the middle of night and started crying. My father wanted to asked the driver to go but mom said we should let him sleep. So my babysitter who takes care of me 24 hours was given the responsibility to calm me down as they go and bring me some ice-cream . Mom went cause she didn’t want dad to go in the middle of night alone . And now they are gone . Leaving me all alone . Their car crashed because of speeding which was weird cause I know dad liked to drive slowly from my experience . Whatever that doesn’t matter now anyway . After their funeral I heard my babysitter was leaving . She took me on a tour before quitting her job because we didn’t pay her much !!! “ All u have seen until now is yours alone . Your grandfather had willed everything to you. So don’t feel like you are a burden on anyone . Its more like they are a burden on you . Don’t sign anything without reading it thoroughly . Don’t let anyone get to you and Protect the property that your father and mother gave life for. You must be strong for yourself and for your family lineage . All of your uncle and aunt and their children are mixed blood and they are not like you . If you ever need some help or suggestion call on this number . This will probably the last time we see each other . But I want you to know I love you a lot . I will be always there for you.” – She said . Like a good boy I said YES every time . “ I will aunt. And I love you TOO.” – I replied .
2 days later I heard my uncles and aunts shouting and quarrelling with each other about who would be the one to ADOPT me . I was sad and they just made me wake up from my sleep . I don’t know why but I shouted at them “ Stop , I am trying to sleep” and then returned to my room . The house was a lot quieter after that . In the morning I woke up early as usual . I saw everyone waiting for me in the dining table . “ I am sorry for the night . I was a bit sad and a bit angry as well but I shouldn’t have shouted at you . It was just my mistake . I beg your forgiveness for that.” – I said without stopping . My elder uncle started “ It’s ok . We understand . Anyone would be sad if their parents died , it was our mistake to act like a third grade people. We have decided that your aunt Ashley will be taking care of you. As we all have our own family and properties to take care of , she is the best person for helping you go on with your life. She is a widow and doesn’t have any child. She would be the best one for that job. We will come each month to see if you are doing all right.” – thanks god he finished. “I will try my best to listen to her and grow into a fine man I promise” – I said with respect. “You know you are welcome to stay with anyone of us if you want to. We will be at much more ease to know that you are safe. And we won’t mind at all.” – My middle uncle said. My father was the youngest son of my grandfather and he had three sons. My middle uncle has three BEAUTIFUL daughters , namely – Jeanne , Marry , Kyra and later two was younger but Jeanne was elder than me . My elder uncle had two daughters and a son , namely – John, Megan, Amy and all of them were older than me . Actually John was having a relation with Jeanne which I came to know later. Aunt Ashley was the only daughter of my grandfather and she lost her husband only 2 years after her marriage. To tell the truth I kind of liked Jeanne but she was way out of my league and was older than me. They left me that day leaving me with aunt Ashley who would be like my mother for at least 8 more years.
6 YEARS LATER –
“Aunt I am off to school now. I will be late today” – I said. “Why dear ? Is there something special today?” – aunt asked. “I have a soccer match today after school.” – I replied. “Should I come to cheer you up ? We can return home together.” – Aunt said. “Oh sure I would love that. I will see you during the match then. Bye.” – I replied. “Bye. Have a nice day.” – Aunt said. When I was going to school I was thinking about my last six years. In those years my aunt concentrated in only a few things about me. She was strict that I must learn them and I am happy to say I am one of the best at those now. She was strict about – the art of business management, the art of courtesy and modesty, the art of self defense, the art of playing and the art of LOVE MAKING. Yeah you heard me right. The fact that I had sex with her is a different story and none of our concern for this story. We are going to find out something a bit younger.
The next day summer vacation started which means one of my uncle’s daughters will be staying with me so they can make me fall in love with them. Don’t get me wrong , I came to know it later. My elder uncle’s daughters only came because John was busy. As they both were older than me only the youngest daughter of my elder uncle Amy used to flirt with me. She was maybe just too much. On the other hand Megan didn’t pay that much attention to me at all. It made me that much more to want her for myself. Among all the daughters of both my uncle’s she was the sexiest and most beautiful. Yeah I used to like Jeanne when I was a kid but not now anymore. You know if you want I would like to marry you, Megan. “No way in hell I would. Why don’t you go after Amy, she certainly likes you an awfully lot.” – She replied. “Well she is Amy not Megan and I don’t like her as much as I love you. Don’t you understand my feelings?” – I asked. “I would have if you were more serious about it. All you are doing is to make me fall for you. I know all about this kind of crap. It’s because I don’t care about you like all the others, isn’t it? You are just angry that I am not so LOVY DOVY with you all the time. And it will never work.” – She replied my question rather angrily which made me want her even more. Later that night during supper – “I heard you are very good at fighting, sorry I mean karate.” – Amy said. “Who told you that?” – I asked. “Not someone special. Why don’t you participate in national tournament? You might be able to become a champion.” – She said. “You got it wrong. I learned the art of self defense not fighting. I don’t like to fight.” – I replied. “It’s not like you could win anyway. My brother has won the tournament twice and he is going to win it this year as well. You would only get your ass kicked only bad.” – Megan said. I was insulted which kind of angered me. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Your brother could get his ass kicked you know.” – I replied kind of frustrated. “That sounds like a challenge. I will tell my brother what you said and arrange a match. After all you both were trained by the same master. It won’t be a trouble.” – She replied with a smile. “Sister stop it. I won’t let it happen. Why you want Max to get hurt? You are mean and cruel.” – Amy said. “Butt out little girl. It’s between him and me.” – Megan replied. “Please stop it Max. You will get hurt.” – Amy said. “Are you worried about me?” – I asked. “Looks like this match is over before it began. And I was thinking I am going to give you a gift.” – Megan said slyly. “What do I win?” – I asked. “What do you want? Anything you want I will give you.” – Megan replied. “Stop it sis and you too Max. It’s not funny anymore.” – Amy said worriedly. “Don’t worry Amy, I will be alright. About that gift, How about a kiss on the lips?” – I said with a big smile. “No way. I will never kiss you in my lifetime.” – Megan said shyly. “Now who is backing down?” – I replied laughing. She was getting angry. “All Right. I agree but the fight has to be in front of everybody of the family.” – She replied. “Agreed.” – I replied. So the next Friday was declared to be our dual time and everyone was invited. John and were both trained by the same master. When I was getting ready I heard my master talking to john – “you can’t beat him john, he is too strong for you. You should withdraw before he gets serious and don’t accept his offers to hit him. He is different and talented. Even better than you. Please don’t push yourself at the limit this time. This is one battle you don’t need to force yourself.” “Are you done babbling about him cause I can’t hear anymore. He is that , He is this , stop this bullshit. He is 10 years younger than me. Even if he is more talented he lacks the experience I have. I will crush him in front of everyone and you will be sitting there feeling sorry for him.” – he said and left like a tornado. “He is quite rude master. He was shouting back at you. For some reason I find that pretty insulting.” – I said keeping a smile on my face. According to our master it helps to control anger and keep mind calm. “As long as you have that smile on your face you won’t loose , not against him. But keep your guard up he can hit very hard , you will regret if it hits you.” – master said. “Don’t worry master if you believe in me then I won’t loose to him.” – I said and left to the arena. I was wondering what made me superior to him? For once he was right , I lack the experience he has. So I decided to hold back before I can figure him out. The fight started. Man he was fast and hits pretty hard. The first hit I endured almost made me choke even though I almost dodged it. I took several more hits. Every time I got hit I began to understand his pattern and it was so easy to predict his movement. But what made me take this much hit that Megan seemed happy every time I got hit and I didn’t want her loose the smile she was having. Everyone was telling john to stop especially my four other sisters. They were basically screaming at him to stop. My aunt left saying “It’s pretty one sided match. I better go to bring some drink to celebrate.” My master suddenly stood up and said “Max if you don’t intent to win this fight then you have no reason to get hurt.” Hearing this I immediately stopped playing around and got serious. It didn’t took long before he was in his knees. It was pitiful that he was beaten so easily. Everyone jaw dropped seeing that. Everyone was saying what just happened. When I raised my hand to make the final blow directly on his face Megan shouted – “Please I beg you don’t hit him anymore. You are stronger I admit. Please !” I stopped. Looking at him I said – “If you let your anger be your guide and if your moves are so much predictable then you can never be strong.” When my aunt returned she said – “ Oh MY! The fight isn’t over yet I thought Max would have won before I could get the drinks. I am glad that I made it in time.” My elder uncle got angry and said – “ What do you mean you knew. My son was kicking his butt. He just got lucky.” My aunt laughed and said “I am the one raising him for last six years and I didn’t miss observing any of his classes. I can tell what he can do and what he can’t . I knew cause he was laughing all the time he got hit. It was obvious that he wasn’t fighting seriously.” – she shot back. My master stood up and said – “Your son doesn’t have what it takes to win against Max because he is always pissed off.” While their fighting was rising I got off the dojo and to my room to clean up. “Max wait. I have something to give you.” – Megan said. I looked back and saw her coming towards me. “Sorry that I was so mean to you. I didn’t know you were that good. And , ummmm , thanks for sparing my brother. Now about that gift I promised you.” – She said without stopping. “Its okay I understand. I didn’t mean that you have to …” I couldn’t finish what I wanted to say. Her lips were brought to mine. It was only a simple touch. But it sent shivers through my spine. I came in my pants just because she kissed me and not even a real French kiss only a little touch in my lips. More importantly I could feel her soft caring lips . I felt like I was in heaven. I have kissed three women before and had sex with two with them but I can’t remember if I ever felt like that. I loved her and the touch of the person I was in love with made me realize that kiss or sex isn’t about picking the most beautiful girl or how she satisfies you ,, it’s about two souls becoming one. That feeling I could never forget. I don’t know why suddenly my hand went behind her head and tried to push her closer to me but she reacted and pushed me away. She didn’t say anything in particular but I could sense both anger and happiness from her. It’s like she was angry with the person she loved. Suddenly I saw a shadow despair from the hallway Someone was spying on us. But I didn’t think much cause my uncles did say that whoever I choose among my 5 cousins will be my bride regarding their age so I wasn’t worried at all. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t embarrassed. Later that afternoon when I was walking through the hallway I saw Amy coming towards me and she was pissed off for some reason. She didn’t look that cheerful to me as she usually does. “What is it that my sister has I don’t? Tell me? Why do you like her so much when she hates you and why don’t you like me like you like her? Why , tell me now , MAX? Am I not beautiful enough or there’s something special about her?” – she asked without stopping. “Look Amy its nothing like that. You and she are nearly the same. But I ….” – before I could finish her lips locked on mine. It wasn’t like kissing Megan. It was sloppy and I wasn’t enjoying it much. She was pushing my lips with her tongue and when I tried to say stop her tongue invaded my mouth. Before I had a chance to fully aware of the situation l saw Megan looking at us from behind her. While Amy was kissing me I was focused on Megan. I think I saw a deep sadness in her eyes. She left running before I could do anything. I pushed Amy aside and said – “I will talk to you later.” And ran to Megan. “Hey Megan , stop already. It’s not like you think it is. I didn’t kiss her. I swear so please would you listen to me. Hey stop already.” – She stopped and turned towards me and said “why are you chasing me? You look better with Amy anyway. I knew it from the beginning that guys like you can never change. All you think about is how to get under a woman’s panty. You said and did all those stuff just so that you could get to me.” For the first time I saw tears in her eyes and my heard was broken into many pieces seeing that. What surprised me is she said guys like me which I didn’t understand. It’s true that I was 8 years younger than her but we went to the same school and college which means my school had a college with it and she used to go there. I never heard that she had any bad experience with boys. But that’s off importance now. Seeing those made me kiss her lips. I wanted to show her that I cared for her. I wanted her to know that I loved her and it was an accident. I just wanted to clear up the misunderstanding. But unfortunately she slapped me pretty hard and ran away. I was speechless and couldn’t move from there. She avoided me all the summer after that incident.
It was during the school festival when the next phase of my story came to light. As I was the captain of the school student council, the principle called me and asked me to bring an equipment from the music faculty which was at the top floor of our school. I didn’t want to bother others fun and so I went up myself. When I was passing the football faculty I heard someone’s voice. “You will do as you are told slut cause if you don’t I am going to send this nice pictures to not only your family but also to the newspapers. What will happen to your family then , I wonder.” – someone said with a laugh. “You forced me and tricked me to pose for those pictures and now you want to blackmail me to suck your buddies PENIS. You are despicable. Don’t you have any shame? How could you let anyone touch your girlfriend. I am not a street corner whore so I wont do it.” – a girls voice replied and there was no mistaking it ,, the voice belonged to Megan. “You slut , you will do what I told you or this pictures go public. Your family name will be ruined and what will happen to your poor parents? Now get on your knees and suck them. I am getting something big if you do that. Now stop complaining and start sucking.” – the boy replied. If it was Megan’s boyfriend then it has to be Bobby , our soccer team captain. “Please , I am begging you don’t do this.” – Megan said with a crying voice. “Stop! Stop it right there.” – I said with an angry face. “Who the hell are you? Get out of here pretty boy and forget what you heard and saw or we will have to hurt you.” – Bobby said rudely. “I am afraid I can’t. That’s my cousin you are holding and you aren’t gentle with her and she isn’t liking it. Just let her go and I think we can find a peaceful solution.” – I said calmly. “Cousin huh! Then I suppose I can pay a bit more attention to you.” – Bobby said laughingly. His three friends started laughing. One of his friends who was holding her , pushed her away. Unfortunately she slipped and hit her head pretty hard. She started bleeding and for the first time in my life I lost it. When I came to I was holding Megan in my arms and carrying her into the nurses office. Apparently a boy came looking for me as I was getting late and saw me fighting with some boys. He ran and went to call the principle. I was out of there before the principle came and he called emergency hospital and doctor. I could hear a siren of an ambulance. Suddenly I heard in the mike – “Max Wilson, please report to the principal’s office right now.” Hearing this I left for the principal’s office. “I didn’t expect this from you. Why did you do that? Do you have the slightest idea how those four boys are doing?” – the headmaster said. “They deserved it.” – I replied. “They deserved it? What did they possibly do to deserve what you did to them? One of them got both of his hands broke , one of this nose is broke and one of them can’t even talk. Our soccer captain has blood on his penis. What did they do to deserve this , please tell me?” – the principle told rather angrily. “They were trying to rape my cousin and now she is in a bad shape that I had to take her to the nurses office. When I saw them hurting HER I lost it. I am sorry, sir.” – I said with a sad voice. The principle wasn’t angry anymore. “I have called their parents and your aunt too. You will have to solve this one on your own.” – the principle said. “This is the boy who got into a fight with your boys.” – principle said in front of the 4 mothers. “You bastard I am gonna make sure you rot in jail for the rest of your life.” – one of the mothers said it. “Your pathetic sons were trying to rape my cousin , a member of the Wilson family. I have the evidence with me. If you don’t teach your sons some new manners I Max Wilson will stand in your way to deal with this matter personally. Remember this I won’t be sent to jail for self defense but the question is how long your sons have to stay in that prison for trying to blackmail and rape attempt?” – I shot back. They didn’t say a word and stood there stupidly. Just then my aunt came “Are you all right sweety? I heard you got into a fight. I was worried. Are you hurt?” – my aunt said to me. I told her everything and she said “ Thanks god she is ok. I think we should call the police. How dare they try to put their dirty hands on Megan. I will take care of this myself.” “There’s no need. I already solved it and we don’t need to worry” – I said.
1MONTH LATER –
We got 10 days vacation cause the recent earthquake destroyed some important faculties in our school. As my younger uncle and his family is going to Australia and my older uncle is going to have a business trip so my older aunt and her children will be staying with us. Means I get to be with Megan again. The first 5 days she ignored me every time I tried to talk to her. On the 6th day something had changed. She is the one came to wake me up which turned into something I didn’t want. As she put her hand in my back to call me I took her on my bed and kissed her before opening my eyes which was regular with aunt Ashley who wakes me up every morning. Because Megan is a bit smaller than aunt Ashley the kiss landed on her forehead fortunately. She was shocked. When I opened my eyes I was more than shocked. I felt panic. I said SORRY at least 50 times in a minute. I said that I didn’t realize that it was her and I was sorry. She smiled and left saying – “We are starving because you won’t wake up from bed. Now hurry up or we will start without you.” That was surprising as I didn’t see her laugh since I kissed Amy. And most importantly she was talking to me ,,, Thanks to god for that. I was ready in a short time and when I came to breakfast I saw everyone waiting for me which was unusual cause they eat breakfast before I even get up from bed. “Thanks for waiting. Food tastes better when eating with everybody. I am truly sorry that I made you wait. It won’t happen again.” – saying that I sat to eat. “Don’t worry about that. We eat early. It’s most natural to at 8 rather than 7 in the morning.” – my older aunt replied. “Its ok. Actually I was thinking to do the same. It could turn me into a morning person which is good.” – I replied. “I haven’t thanked you properly for saving Megan that day. If you hadn’t stood up like that who knows what would happen to her. Now Megan, don’t you have anything to say to Max here.” – My older aunt said. “Thanks for saving me and taking me to the nurses office. I owe you one. So I will give you a reward later.” – she said with a weird smile. “I would have done the same for any girl in that situation so don’t sweat it.” – I replied. “You should have seen him talking to those boy’s mothers. I think he gave them a scare. I didn’t know what happened but the principal said he never saw Max acting that angry.” – aunt Ashley said. The day was wonderful. She talked with me several time and teased me about girls. She also flirted with me saying things like this and that. She also asked me once that if I would marry her even after knowing what happened to her. I of course teased back saying I would marry her no matter what happens to her and also told her that I was in love with her. She smiled every time she got close to me. She even got really really close to my body several time during the daytime. During supper she was basically trying to make me angry in front of everyone which she didn’t succeed in and most importantly no one seemed to care. Before going to bed she came up to me to give me a hug and said “See you soon. And Good night my dear.” I was basically surprised to see her like that. I mean its true that I liked it but to my utter surprise I was shocked. I don’t know about the exact time but sometime when I was asleep I heard someone knock on my doors. I went and oppened thinking it was aunt Ashley came for a quick one but what the heck. It was none other than the love of my life , Megan. “Sorry I compared you to him. I mean Bobby. I hate guys like him. And I was so rude that I didn’t even thank you.” – She said breathlessly. “Its ok, I don’t mind. you didn’t have a pleasant experience with guys so you took it out on me. That much is understandable.” – I replied. “Please let me finish first and don’t interfare when I am talking. I came here gathering all the courage I had don’t make me go away before I am finished.” – she said to me. “Ok go on please.” – I said to her. “I am sorry I took it out on you. Now , Thanks for saving me that day and taking me to the nurses office and for solving the matter that I couldn’t in last two years. Well you see , my mom noticed that I was ignoring you and so she asked if something was wrong. I told her everything including that kiss with me and Amy. Then suddenly Amy appeared and said that you were forced by her and if you had the slightest idea that she was going to kiss you then you wouldn’t have let her do it. She also admitted that she knew we kissed as she spied on us. She knew I was just behind her and she tried to make me hate you more so that she could have you. But you even scolded her and told her never to do that again. Thanks for that. You know when I asked you if you want to marry me even after knoeing what happened to me , I wasn’t joking and thanks god you said yes. So hers my confession I LOVE YOU , MAX. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU.” – She almost took my breath away saying this much so quickly. Before I could reply anything her lips met mine and I was lost in the land of paradise. I let my hand roam around her back and she didn’t mind. I pushed her closer to my body and I loved how she felt on my body. She was shiveribg on my touch and so was i. We were lost somewhere else. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.When my tongue brushed her lips she let them enter in her mouth and our toungs were dancing together. I couldn’t believe that a kiss could be this good. I was eagerly exploring her mouth and when she entered my mouth I was in heaven. I put one of my hands on her tits and she moaned in extreme pleasure. Then we stopped. I asked her “ Anyone knows you are here? I mean if something happens ,, if you understand what I mean ….” “Yes mom and Amy both knows. As for your aunt , I don’t know.” – she replied. “What about John?” – I asked again. “Nope” – she replied. I said “come inside. Just because everyone knows that doesn’t mean we shoul make out in the middle of nowhere.” She was embarassed and came into my room. I locked the door and before anything could happen we both were In the bed together fondling each other. It was a miracle that how fast we were undressed. We were enjoying our own touch and it wasn’t long when started to stroke her breasts gently; savoring their firmness and feeling her nipples harden against my moving fingers. I kissed her firm nipple and gently tug on it as I flicked my tongue across the pointed tip. Her breathing was becoming ragged and she was starting to shake as I caught the slightest trace of her aroused scent, so I slid my hand down across stomach until I was massaging her slick labia.
She was already so wet I was sure I could slide my cock deep inside in one easy thrust, but it wasn’t time for that just yet. Bobby may have taken her physical virginity, and it probably wasn’t the pleasant experience it should have been once the initial pain subsided, but I was determined to take her mental cherry. I trailed my lips down her chest with a succession of soft kisses. When I kissed the slick folds of her labia I heard her take a sudden deep breath and hold it, and then a soft groan slipped past her lips as I slid my tongue gently inside. I tasted her oozing juices for the first time as my tongue slowly explored her warm, wet pussy, and she groaned again as I felt her hands on the back of my head.
“Oh Max!” She hissed. “Oh God, OH FUCK! I don’t know what you’re doing to me but please…. don’t stop! It’s amazing….and incredible….oh, eat my pussy, please!!!”
My tongue was probing deeply and my lips were pressed firmly against her oozing pussy, so I slid back a little and carefully folded back the hood concealing her hard, inflamed clit. I kissed it gently, and she bathed my face in a spray of sweet, tangy cum. I was amazed she could cum so hard and so soon, so I stated sucking gently on her clit while I flicked the engorged tip with my tongue. She squealed and came again, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged, and she used her hands to jam my face against her so I kept going until I had to stop for a breath, my face coated in her warm juices. I eased back up beside her and watched her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Finally her eyes opened, and realizing I was lying beside her, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me against me, her body molding to mine. Her mouth was on mine, her tongue insistent as she kissed me hungrily until she broke for a breath. “I have no idea what you just did to me, but that was just amazing!!!” She whispered. “I have never experienced anything as good as that in my life!” I stroked her hair back from her angelic face. “I glad I could make you feel good honey, but I want to make love to you now, if you’re ready for me. And if you want me to. I don’t wanr to force you do somethin you don’t want to like that bustard” – I told her. In reply to my question – “She kissed me with lust which was amazing coming from her.” I got my answer even so she told me the answer I so needed to hear with my own ears.
“I am so ready Max!” She smiled back. “Take me now, please!” She slid her legs wide apart in wanton invitation and I moved down the bed, my cock hard, wet and ready to enter her. I gripped my shaft and lined up my cock head with her soaking pussy and slid in slowly, pausing when I was halfway inside. The heat that radiated from her clenching pussy was amazing, and as I waited I could feel her slowly stretch to accommodate my size, so I eased in deeper. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, as I was sure she’d had enough rough fucking to last a lifetime.
“Are you ok my love?” I asked worriedly thinking that I have hurt her. I was an expert in lovemaking thanks to my aunt but still I was worried. She was something that dared not to hurt.
Her eyes flickered open for a moment and she looked up at me. “I’m so much better than ok Max!” She whispered with a smile. I started thrusting slowly, going a little deeper each time as my cock gradually stretched its way, and enjoying the slippery hold her moist pussy was providing. I was already building toward my climax, and beads of sweat were forming on my skin. I started thrusting harder, hearing Megan moan beneath me.“Oh God, I never knew it could feel like this! Fuck me Max! Fuck me please!!!” She groaned.I was thrusting hard and my balls were firing little electric shocks up the length of my shaft.
“Oh Jesus!” Megan nearly screamed. “I’m CUUMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!” I felt her cum splash against me as her pussy spasmed around my shaft, and then she came again and again.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to cum Megan, I have to pull out because I don’t want to get you pregnant!” I said.
Her legs locked around my butt in a scissor grip, holding me in place as her eyes flashed open and she said something that I wasn’t expecting – “Mom put me on the pill months ago! I want your cum….in my cunt!!!”
I was momentarily shocked at her language but she was lost in a fog of fuck-lust, so I thrust back in hard and roared as I shot my load in her slick, tight fuck-hole. Spurt after spurt fired from my cock so hard and fast the pressure nearly blew me back out, and I held her tightly to stay in place.
“Oh YES!” She squealed. “Fuck me! Pump me! Fill my cunt with your hot cum!!!” I was still spraying when my knees started to tremble and I had to collapse onto her, hoping like hell I wouldn’t crush her under my weight. I was struggling for breath but managed to find the strength to roll free and collapse on the bed, a last trickle or cum oozing from my piss-slit as I lay back.
God I was tired and so was she. I don’t even know when I actually fell asleep. It was late than usual when I woke up and looked at the clock. I never overslept. I was feeling dizzy and somewhat different. When I looked at the side of my bed and saw Megan sleeping peacefully then I remembered what happened the night and I was glad that it wasn’t a dream. When I opened the door I saw Amy standing there trying to see something through my rooms key hole. She was surprised to see me and said – “Sorry , I was just worried about Megan that’s all’” She left without saying anything else. When I saw her ASS swinging from the back I was getting aroused. What the fuck. I just made love to Megan and now I was getting turned on by Amy. I closed the door and went to the bathroom. When I was soaking in the bath I saw Megan coming to join me and we took a bath together. I washed her as she washed me. Its obvious that our little bath turned into one of the quick one I usually have with my aunt Ashley. When we went downstairs everyone said together – “ Say good luck to our new couple.” “Did you two have fun lst night?” – my older aunt asked me. We both nodded positively. “You be gentle with her and keep the screming in control.” – anut Ashley said in my ears. I was embarrassed by this comment. But John wasn’t happy , he was particularly angry and was staring at me like he is going to kill me. During breakfast I couldn’t help but looking at Amy a few times.
God what was happening to me? Could it be I actually loved Amy and Megan was my object of lust? No it couldn’t be , right GUYS?

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Harry Potter Love You Part 3

Part three: Ron finds out
“Would you marry me?”
“I would if you asked.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Of course I will!”
“Thank you” Harry leaned in for another kiss. The kiss of a lifetime, Hermione felt his love, his very being, his soul moving into her thru that kiss and she returned happily hers to him.
The tantalizing aromas coming from the dishes then appearing on the bedroom table, signaled the end of their tryst. Sighing, Harry gently disengaged. “Shall we eat first, or shower?”
“Let’s eat. I’m famished!” She replied. Her tummy rumbled in agreement.
Smiling in content, Harry helped her to rise from the bed. Hermione winced as her overstressed tissues protested. She tried to hide the discomfort, but Harry noticed, and placing a gentle hand on her mons, thought a warming spell. Hermione instantly felt less tender. ‘God what a man I have’ Grinning, he wafted his hand over the bed and their spent fluids vanished. She thanked him with a loving smile and a gentle kiss.
Harry summoned a pale blue robe for Hermione, and his usual emerald one for himself. Presentable now, they adjourned to the table.
Harry seated Hermione. She smiled at his display of manners and waited until he’d seated himself before picking up the coffee service. The service, recovered from his ancestral vault, was of ecru porcelain, chased with silver. Pouring his, then hers, she returned the beautiful urn to the table.
Harry lifted the steam dome over the larger tray set in the middle of the table. Winky, as usual, had overdone it, although, today, not as much as normal. Under the dome waited steaming, spiced scrambled eggs with red, green and yellow bell peppers, bangers, French toast, crisp bacon and kippers. To the side were fresh bread, strawberry conserves, butter, cold sliced Mandarin oranges and juice.
Harry served Hermione French toast, bacon and sliced oranges. For he knew she preferred to eat lightly. As for himself, he took a bit of each selection, and they tucked in.
“You realize; this changes everything.” He said, almost casually, although inside, he was anything but.
“Yea. You know Ron is going to hate us, but I really don‘t care anymore.”
“From what you’ve told me, and…” Harry added quickly, before she could protest. “…from what I already know about him, I’d say our dear friend Ronald, is deserving of quite a bit of hatred himself. You do not cheat on your girlfriend… especially with that many people.”
“What if it was only half that many, Harry?” Hermione asked quietly. “Would that be OK?”
“No.” He stated crisply. “No, not at all. What I’m trying to say is: You don’t cheat on your mate. Dean lives with Angela and Ramona, but they know each other, and they all love each other. The twins are in a four-way, with both Alicia and Angelina, but again, they know and love each other. That’s the difference, Hermione. Not the shagging. Not the number of girls in the harem, but the lies. Lying, manipulation, deceit…to me, these are the worst kinds of crimes. If you can’t tell the truth, then what good are you? What is your real worth? Do you understand my point?”
“Yes, Harry. I do. But just to play the Devil’s advocate, you’ve lied before. To me, as well as to others. What’s the difference between that and this?”
“Hermione, yes I have lied to you. But I have only lied, in order to protect you, and to protect others from things that would be much worse, if the whole truth were known. I know a lie is a lie and I shouldn‘t have, however I think that it’s the intent, which makes the difference. Ron has been lying just to protect himself from discovery… not to protect you, or any of the other girls he’s been lying to, but to keep his own deceptions quiet. He’s been lying to protect himself from the lot of you“.
“You’re saying your lying was justified, cause you were doing so to keeping me safe”
“Well yes, of course maybe I should found another way, but then I had to protect you from harm and the others too. You know I‘d die for you, I‘d be more than happy to destroy my life and give up my soul for you… Ron lies are just plain lies, no meaning no reason no purpose except to protect his deceits, My lies were out of love, to protect you and the other from harm not of my making. Not lies of jealousy, greed, deceit or lust”.
Hermione looked at him in total love as what he said sank in, “I see Harry…“ she choked a joyful tear “well don’t lie to me again”
“Yes my love”
Harry pondered a while, then murmured: “He’s always been a bit jealous…” Harry glared playfully as Hermione snorted at his minimizing of Ron’s worst trait. “…As I was saying; He’s always been jealous, but ever since the Department of Mysteries. He’s changed. Something in him has changed…and not for the better.”
Hermione knew deep down, that he was right. She had pondered this many times over the years, as she’d also noted the changes in Ron after the end of their fifth year, but the healers at St. Mungo’s had insisted he was completely cured. Still… Then his jealously had always been there, just more noticeable at times… maybe, it was just finally surfaced, when Ron found something he could steal from Harry and get away with it, well until yesterday.
Dobby popped in. “Good morning, Mister Harry Potter, sir. Mister Ronald Wheezy is here. He is looking for his miss. Good morning, Miss Hermyninny Grangers.”
“Good morning, Dobby.” Hermione greeted the elf warmly. Dobby ducked his head and shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment.
“Thank you, Dobby.” Harry replied. “Has he been offered coffee or tea?”
“Winky is offering now, Mister Harry Potter, sir! He is in the breakfast nook, waiting!” Dobby nodded his head rapidly. He was a good house elf, and saw to it in his house, that all the courtesies were observed!
“Very good. Please tell him this, exactly: “We will be down as soon as we’ve showered.” And Dobby, don’t let him come up here for any reason.”
“As you wish, Mister Harry Potter, sir! Good morning, Miss Hermyninny Grangers!” Dobby popped away, noiselessly.
Harry turned to Hermione. “What do you want to do? Do you want to go back to your flat and pick up your stuff? Ron might try to damage or destroy something when he finds out…”
“He would, and I already have. Before I left, I cast a delayed packing charm. As soon as he left the flat, it would take effect. My things should be packed into my trunks by now. I wasn‘t going back there ever”
“Alright. Dobby!” Harry happily, called to the house-elf. Instantly Dobby reappeared.
“Good morning, Mister Harry Potter, sir. How may Dobby serve you today?” He squeaked his ritual greeting. Harry had found it much easier to just allow it, than object to it every time Dobby greeted him. He had learned the hard way, to pick his battles!
“Dobby, would you be so kind as to go to Ron’s flat and pick up the…” Harry turned inquiringly to Hermione. She held up two fingers. “…two trunks, belonging to Hermione? She will be living here, from now on. And please ask Winky to find us some references on marriages in the wizarding world.”
Hermione grinned.
“Oh yes, Master! Dobby will do!” Dobby was so excited at the idea of Harry and Hermione marrying, that he completely forgot Harry detested the word ‘master’. He popped away before Harry could remind him.
Hermione rested her hand gently on Harry’s arm, smiling sweetly for his discomfiture. Harry smiled back, knowing it would do more harm than good, to correct Dobby.
Dobby returned a few minutes later, just as Harry and Hermione had risen from the table.
“Mister Harry Potter, sir! I has retrieved Miss Hermyninny Grangers’ property from mister Ronald Wheezy’s flat. Miss Hermyninny Grangers, I has brought you’s trunk and everything there with you’s magical feel on it.”
“Thank you, Dobby.” Hermione replied. Harry added: “Please bring her things to her room“.
“It is done already! Winky tells Dobby, that mister Ronald Wheezy is most insisting. He wishes to speak to miss Hermyninny Grangers, immediately!”
“As I said before, He’ll have to wait until we’ve showered.” Harry offered his hand to Hermoine and together, they walked from his bedroom to his bath.
Harry’s bathroom was more utilitarian than Hermione’s. Like Hermione’s, one wall was almost all glass. He had no tub. Instead, he had a large quarter-round shower made of glass bricks abutting the corner of the room. It was large enough for three or four people, more if they were really close, with a wide shelf running around it, at waist height. Four showerheads set at varying heights, one attached by a long hose, ensured more specific coverage, if called for. All the showerheads could be set for a variety of sprays, or massage.
A toilet stood nearby, partially shielded by a waist high rock wall with leafy ferns growing from the top. A single sink sat in the corner, on a modest countertop with three movable mirrors arranged over it. More ferns and varying vines grew from pots and sconces set around the room. The whole room was done in a soothing mixture of earthy browns and pale and deep greens. As in Hermione’s bath, soft soothing music wafted from hidden speakers.
The shower was already running, steam wafting through the room. Harry and Hermione doffed their robes and hung them on hooks next to the shower door. Harry made sure there were towels nearby, before he joined his beloved, under the hot sprays.
Winky popped silently into the room and exchanged Hermione’s blue terry robe for one in emerald. Smiling, she popped away with the blue one.
Hermione sighed as Harry enfolded her in his arms. She traced some of the scars that marred his once smooth flesh. His victory over Voldemort had come at an awful price. A great deal of Harry’s skin had been flayed from his body. Deep gashes, many to the bone, had bled fiercely before Harry had been placed under a stasis charm. Madam Pomfrey had almost fainted when she’d seen her favorite patient.
His skin had been restored over a period of very painful weeks and he’d eventually recovered, although not without the nightmares he’d been plagued with for most of his young life.
Now, Hermione leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder. Harry reached out and gathered a bar of soap. He lathered his hands and then applied them to her skin. Hermione moaned in bliss as he tenderly ran his hands up and down her body, touching every part of her that he could reach. She gasped as his fingers brushed lightly against her nipples.
Her skin tingled wherever Harry touched. Hermione had always loved him, but only now, did she understand. Harry completed her! He’d been the thing she’d been missing during the past years with Ron.
Now, she felt…whole!
She reached her arm up and around his head, drawing his head close to hers, and opening herself up to his gentle assault.
Harry tormented her skin with feathery light caresses, just touching here and there. Joining his mouth to hers, he found her willing. Hermione’s tongue met his in gentle but passionate battle.
Hermione was literally in heaven! None of the men she’d ever known, had treated her like this. Ron certainly hadn’t! Now, she thought she could easily get used to it!
Harry slid his hands up and down her belly, cupping her breasts and lightly tracing her nipples with his soap-slicked fingers. Hermione groaned and arched her back, thrusting her bottom against his groin. A nice surprise awaited her there. Harry’s erection pressed hot, against her spine. Grinning wickedly, she wriggled her bum, pressing his organ between her cheeks. She felt the warm glow begin anew, inside her core. Hermione again drew Harry’s head to her own, and rejoined her lips to his.
As Harry’s hands continued to lather her up, in more ways than one, she eased one hand behind her and lightly gripped Harry’s organ, stroking it slowly.
Harry pressed his hips against her, as he set the soap aside, rinsed his hand and found her clit.
Hermione cried out and thrust against him again, this time with intent! Harry lightly traced his fingers under her body to find her petals already open and wetted. He eased the tips of two fingers into her.
He gently pumped his fingers into her a few times before she broke the kiss and cried out: “Enough! Fuck me, now!”
Harry pulled his hand from her, and brought his fingers to their mouths. Each of them took a finger in, savoring her nectar.
Harry gently, but firmly, pushed her forward, so her elbows rested on the wide ledge. He gripped his cock and brushed it lightly up and down her slit before placing the tip at her opening.
Hermione reached under herself and held him in place before thrusting backwards, impaling herself with a throaty sigh. Harry pushed forward at the same time, meeting her halfway.
Hermione returned her elbows to the ledge and closed her eyes, savoring the stretching feeling within her as Harry drove into her.
In and out, out and in, they moved together. Hot water coursed down their joined bodies, as Harry bent over her, thrusting slowly and deliberately.
Long and slow, they moved, taking all the time in the world to pleasure each other.
Harry gripped and rolled Hermione’s breasts as he plumbed her body. Hermione did what she could for him, but the position prevented her doing much.
Hermione realized she had to change this. Straightening, she turned, drawing herself off of him. She hopped up onto the ledge and opened her legs widely, inviting him to return.
He did so, and willingly! Lifting one leg, he rested her ankle on his shoulder, pushed in, and held her close, moving his hips, just slightly.
Hermione wrapped her other leg around Harry’s slim waist.
The new position put considerable pressure on her clitoris, and, already nearly there, she began her rise to climax, immediately!
Harry moved his hands to her hips, joined his mouth to hers in a passionate, soul-draining kiss, and began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before sinking slowly back into her. Breaking the kiss, he lowered his head to her breast and suckled a nipple.
Hermione came hard, crying out, as she shuddered around him. Harry leaned in and again joined his lips to hers. He began to pump his hips harder now, driving quickly into her over and again.
Hermione came again and again. She never seemed to stop! One climax would immediately begin another! The electric sensation coursing through her body felt like the very power of the sun itself was burning within her!
Harry thrust one last time, and exploded. He held her, as drowning man, would clutch a life ring, while he emptied his soul into her.
Hermione screamed out her pleasure, as she felt his seed surge into her body, filling her.
Standing locked together, bodies shuddering from passion, they held each other tightly. Kisses, both passionate and chaste, followed as Harry and Hermione came down from their sexual high. The hot water rinsed them clean as they each explored the other.
The kisses gentled, until, finally, they parted.
I love you Hermione Granger.” Harry whispered almost reverently. Here, he’d been given a gift beyond measure. He intended to ensure she knew the gift was appreciated.
“I love you, Harry.” Hermione replied, no less awed. She too, felt she’d been given a wondrous and precious gift. Everything was right in the universe, Harry loved her.
Harry stepped slowly away, withdrawing from her, and easing her leg down. Hermione winced as aching muscles protested. She slipped off the shelf and stood, on rather shaky legs.
“you want me to ease …”
“no my love, we’ll never get downstairs” she relished in the ache.
Harry turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Heat lamps came on, signaled by his presence. He held out a towel for her. Hermione sighed in pleasure as he rubbed her dry, and when finished, wrapped her in a thick terry robe.
She tied the sash, and wrapped another towel around her hair, as Harry toweled himself off. It was only then, that she noticed the robe she had on, was not the powder blue she usually wore, but one of his deep emerald green ones.
“Marking your territory, Harry?” She asked dryly, with a raised eyebrow.
“You know me better than that, ‘Mione. I’m just letting Ron know, you are under my protection. Anything else he wants to read into that, is his own look-out.”
Finished drying himself, Harry donned his own green robe.
“Shall we?”
“Yes. Lets do!” Together they turned toward the bathroom door. Just before Harry reached to open it, Hermione stopped him. “Wait!”
Harry eyed her curiously, as she loosened the sash just a bit, tugged the robe up and retightened the belt. Harry grinned widely as he saw her plan. Any movement, especially when seated, would show Ron clearly, that the only thing under Hermione’s robe, was Hermione. Harry looked from her almost-exposed torso to her glittering cinnamon eyes. Hermione smiled wickedly, then nodded toward the door.
He started to kiss her, but she stopped him “later, my love”
Together, they walked down the heavy, openwork stairway to the lounge. In the breakfast nook, Ron sat at the table, toying with his coffee, and glaring at Dobby and Winky.
Both elves studiously ignored him as they stood by the sideboard. Winky held a silver tray bearing a piece of parchment along with a suspiciously familiar, partially burnt envelope.
As Dobby picked up the coffee service, Ron became aware of their presence. He looked up and growled: “It’s about damn time you woke up, Hermione! Why the hell aren’t you dressed?” Then, he recognized the color she wore.
Green really was Hermione’s color. It complemented her complexion, eyes and hair perfectly. But before she always wore blue.
Despite his image, Ron wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what the color meant. Harry’s matched. He leapt to his feet and whipped out his wand, rage glowing in his eyes. The wand vanished, courtesy of an angry house elf. Dobby glared at Ron; promising much, much worse to come if he tried anything stupid!
“Sit down Ron!” Harry ordered. Ron sat. He was used to taking orders, although not much used to hearing Harry issue them. He tried to temporize. “Hermione, why aren’t you dressed? We do have to be going. We have a breakfast with the team sponsors today.”
“Ron, I’m not going anywhere with you, ever. Not after yesterday.”
“What about yesterday? So I got a little pissed. So what? You came, didn’t you? From the sounds you were making, you had a fantastic orgasm! Can Harry give that to you?” Ron sneered the name, as if Harry were beneath contempt.
“Yes, not that it’s any of your business, he can, but that’s not why I’m leaving you.”
“Yeah? Why then? I love you, Hermione.”
“No you don’t, Ron. You never have. You just wanted something Harry couldn’t have, so you sabotaged his chance at a relationship with me. You betrayed him, and you lied to me! You told me Harry was gay! You knew he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend and you burnt his note. How could you?”
“I don’t remember any note.” Ron lied. “Maybe I lost it. I dunno. Anyway, why’s it matter? Isn’t that the night you came to me and said you wanted to be my girl? I think…”
Hermione instantly probed Ron’s thoughts. Fuck his privacy, There it was! Right on the surface! She saw the entire scene from Ron’s viewpoint. Unfortunately, she also felt his thoughts and feelings on the issue, during the incident years ago.
What she found wasn’t pretty. Ron’s mind was filled with jealousy at Harry’s having everything. He resented Harry’s money, fame, even his superior magical power.
She heard his past thoughts: ‘So! Harry wants to shag Hermione. It’s easy enough. I wonder if she’s a virgin. Probably. Ugly little bookworm. No tits worth mentioning. An arse that’s barely there. Short. Needs makeup, too. Hmm, I guess she’d be OK in bed. I heard somewhere that the mousy bookworms, are usually rather kinky. Maybe I can play this so I can have her and Lavender! Yea. But how do I get her away from Harry. Oh, yeah, the note! Yea! I’ll just chuck it into the fire. What’ll I tell Hermione? Lets see… Oh, wait! Seamus once told me Harry was HOT! I think I’ll tell her he’s a flaming pouf! That ought to put a damper on anything she’s got for him. As for Harry, well, he’s rich. He can buy any other bird. But I’ll have something he can’t have. It’s perfect!’
Hermione managed…barely, to keep her recent breakfast down. She bypassed that memory and began to dig deeper. Fortunately, Ron had long before, proved to be worse than useless at Occlumency, so sifting through his memories was simplicity itself. Still, Hermione was shocked at some of the thoughts she found there. Seeing how Ron really felt about Her and Harry and his sister! Then the other thoughts, for a moment she thought she was in Draco’s mind.
Harry, knowing she was mentally strolling through Ron’s laundry, spoke up: “Ron, when Dobby saw you throw my note to Hermione into the fire, he cast a protective spell on it, and an illusion to make you think it had burnt. As soon as you’d gone, he pulled it from the flames. He burned himself rather seriously doing that, I might add.”
Ron blanched when Dobby lifted the letter and its envelope from Winky’s tray. Harry went on.
“Ron, we could forgive your deception, if you truly cared about Hermione, but you’ve shown quite clearly, that you don’t.”
“Of course, I do!” Ron turned to Hermione. “Hermione, I love you more than anything!”
“Do you really?” Harry asked sadly, hoping he didn‘t really. “Do you love her more than all the other girls you’re shagging?” Instantly the faces of all seventeen girls, about half of whom were muggles, came to the fore, accompanied by their names and places of residence along with floo calls or phone numbers. Hermione captured them all, easily. Starting with the one he shag just an hour ago.
‘An hour ago and now claiming he loves me, oooo the, the.. Asshole’
“I believe the expression you used was: “I have seventeen other birds on the side, that I like to shag from time to time.” Oh, and before you even think about going after Dean, he didn’t say a word to me. Winky overheard you. You really shouldn’t tell secrets unless you are certain you won’t be overheard by those who are loyal to the other side.”
Exhausted and disgusted by her mental exploration, Hermione sat heavily, unconcerned that the action opened her robe to expose her breasts.
As was said before, Ron wasn’t stupid. He immediately understood the only reason Hermione could appear naked under Harry’s robe. He went ape shit.
“You’re shagging Harry! Admit it, you slag!”
Harry didn’t use any magic. He didn’t need it. His punch broke Ron’s long nose and flung the now unconscious man across the room. He made a portkey, to the pigsty at the Burrow, and dumped it onto Ron’s chest. Three seconds later, the redhead vanished.
“I really wish you hadn’t done that.”
“You and me, both, ‘Mione. But, I won’t tolerate anyone calling you something like that ever!.” Harry wrapped his arms around his new-found lover. Hermione smiled in contentment, and cuddled into his embrace. ‘Oh sweet Maeve she loved this man‘.
“Harry that was the last time Ron will ever see me this way”
Harry smiled knowly.
“So, what do you want to do today?”
Harry smirked. Hermione snorted in a mixture of amusement and aggravation.
“Don’t be silly, Harry. We can’t do that all day!” Although inside, she wanted nothing less.
“We could try.” Harry shot back. He tipped his head to hers and met her mouth. Hermione had anticipated his invitation and was ready. Her lips parted at the first contact, and seconds later she moaned in pleasure as he gently massaged her teeth with his tongue. She held him tighter, and realized, from his physical reaction, that yes, he could indeed, ‘do that all day’!
He pressed gently ready to back off at the first sign of resistance. Hermione realized he was still quite nervous as to their newly developed relationship and would likely bolt if she gave even the slightest reason for him to think his advances were unwanted.
She sighed in frustration. Harry, as expected, broke the kiss and attempted to retreat. Hermione pulled him closer, if that was physically possible, and would not release him.
“No, Harry. I’m not angry or upset with you. It’s those damned…thrice be-damned Dursleys, that I could kill!”
“Hermione, they’re dead. They can’t do anything, anymore.”
“I know, Harry, but they’ve done so much harm to you already. I wonder if we can ever make it better.”
Harry ended that conversation by rejoining his lips to hers. As before, Hermione granted him instant access. As their tongues fought a soft but insistent battle to claim the limited space, Hermione ran her fingers up Harry’s back, to twine in his unruly hair. He returned the favor in a like manner, cupping her head in one hand to hold her to him. His other hand found it’s way to her lower back, where it rested, tracing circles along her spine.
His body seemed to move of it’s own volition, his hips thrusting forward insistently, pressing his erection against her lower belly. Hermione felt herself begin to heat.
Finally, she broke the kiss, and said, her eyes dark with lust: “OK, but just one more go. Then we go out and do something good for the both of us.”
“Are you saying that mind-blowing sex isn’t good for the both of us?”
“Of course not, silly!” She protested, parting the lapels of Harry’s emerald bathrobe, and running her hands across his skin. He pulled away long enough to open her own robe and expose her breasts. Immediately, he bent his head and latched onto one nipple.
Already aroused, her nipple became harder as he laved it with his silky-coarse tongue. Hermione closed her eyes and threw back her head in pleasure. He burrowed one hand under her still-belted robe, and eased it between her legs. She was already wet. Harry slid his fingers along her opening, lubricating them with her fluids. Hermione opened her legs a bit to give him access. All the while, her own hands had not been idle.
She quickly unbelted his own robe, and lowered her hand to his groin, to find his cock hard as steel. Gripping it gently, she stroked up and down it’s length a few times. Harry had begun stroking her clit, and now, he slipped his fingers inside her. Hermione almost came there on the spot!
“I’m ready, Harry.” She rasped against his neck. “Fuck me!”
Harry backed her against the wall, pulled his fingers free, and holding her robe away, he eased into her.
Hermione screamed softly as she felt herself being filled once again. They were almost same of a height, due in no small part, to Harry’s near starvation during his childhood with those misbegotten Dursleys, so making love while standing, was very possible.
to the position, Harry’s shaft rubbed directly against Hermione’s clit, bringing her to climax almost immediately. As soon as she began to come, Harry began to stroke faster. Hermione fell into another violent orgasm, one of many, that would rip through her before Harry finally let himself go.
Harry shifted his position from time to time to make things more interesting for her. Each change brought forth new and more wonderful sensations for Hermione. Again, and again she came, clutching Harry to her. She absolutely knew that if she were to let him go, even for a second, she would fall to the floor in a boneless heap of quivering flesh. The cleverest witch of her age was certainly smart enough to hold him tightly to her.
Harry began to pump fast and hard now, intending to ensure he shared this climax with her.
At long last, Hermione cried out, as she again felt Harry’s liquid heat fill her past the point of capacity.
‘Sweet Merlin he’s running down my legs’ Hermione moaned.
They ended up making love three more times before calling it quits, and leaving Harry’s home. They apparated to London, and went shopping.
The two lovers wandered aimlessly through the Piccadilly Circus, peering into store windows, and buying whatever suited their fancy. Hermione saw a beautiful down comforter, and pointed it out to Harry. He immediately led her into the shop and asked the clerk there, if they had more. In the end, he bought three and ordered three more. The mistress there, smiled brightly at his purchases, knowing she’d made a great deal of money that day, and assured him that she would send them to his home immediately. Harry told her he had a car available. She had one of her clerks take them to the loading dock behind the store, where Harry cast a mild confundus charm, instructed him to report he’d loaded them into a dark green mini, and handed him a fiver. As the young man reentered the store, Harry cast a shrinking charm on the quilts, reducing them to the size of handkerchiefs, and stuffed them into his bag. From there, they wandered around, looking into several other shops. Since Harry’s home was already well appointed, the only things they really needed were inconsequential’s. Together, they shopped until they were tired.
“Let’s stop here.” Harry suggested, pointing at a little Italian restaurant, hidden away in a cul-de-sac off of Haymarket.
“OK.” Hermione agreed, gazing at her lover with more than affection. Harry gently steered her into the restaurant with a hand around her waist.
“Ah! Bon journo, Signore, et Signorella. Benvenuto al ristorante’ Italiano del Thomaso.” A rather round man with a florid face and a black moustache greeted them in Italian.
“Ainglez’ por favore’?” Harry asked.
“Ah, si gratze’! You would like table, please?” He asked in heavily accented English. “For two?”
“Yes, please.”
“Please, coming this way. Please.” He led them to a cozy little table for two, in front of a many-paned window, that overlooked a tiny garden to the rear of the restaurant. The early afternoon light filtered through the hazy overcast made the garden glow with muted colors. Hermione sighed with pleasure at the sight.
Harry seated Hermione, then himself. The man returned to the kitchen, yelling something. Moments later, a pretty, black haired woman of about thirty years, approached their table. She smiled brightly at Harry, and almost so at Hermione. Harry interpreted her glance and took Hermione’s hand. Trying to recover her composure, she spoke in Italian accented English.
“I am Angelina. You would like…to drink…ah, something to drink?”
Harry agreed, ordering a large antipasto platter, and two glasses of milk, in somewhat faulty, classical Italian. Hermione’s eyes lit up and she grinned brightly enough to light the entire place.
Angelina’s eyes also sparkled in the subdued light. In English, she whispered throatily. “Oh, so you speak Italiano, very good too! If the lady doesn’t do it for you, tonight, you come see me. I will see you happy!”
Hermione felt a tingle where Harry’s hand still covered hers. As he stroked her fingers, she saw a beautiful wedding band set on her third finger. The bands were platinum with red and yellow gold inset in a crosshatch pattern. The engagement ring bore a half-carat diamond in an oval cut with a smaller baguette cut diamond on either side, and the wedding band carried two stones; a ruby and a sapphire, flanking the diamond. The waitress saw it as well, and flushed.
“Thank you, no. My wife and I are quite happy together!”
“Oh! Scusi, please. I meant no insult!”
Hermione spoke now, also in Italian. “Non si preoccupi. Otteniamo quello tutto il tempo. Ogni ragazza con anima in lei vena lo desidera. E tutti che passa fare per mantenera il suo abbastanza piccolo capa per adattare attraverso il portello!”
Both women laughed brightly, at this. Harry, whose limited understanding of the Italian language had been exhausted by the menu, simply sat there, knowing he was being teasingly insulted.
When Angelina left, Hermione refused to tell him what they had been discussing; saying only that it was ‘girl stuff’. Lifting her beringed hand, she whispered: “It’s lovely, Harry. Thank you.”
“It was my mother’s. I hope you’ll wear it. You’ll have to give the wedding band back until the ceremony, of course, but I’d really love for you to have it.”
“I’ll never take it off.” Hermione whispered, a tear of joy finding it’s way down her cheek.
Harry brushed it away with his thumb, saying “Nothing but the best for you, my love. You deserve it.”
As he brushed the tear away. Hermione thought of the many times he’d done so in the past, and cursed herself for a fool as she recalled how gentle he was.
Angelina returned quickly with a large antipasto tray, laid out with cheeses, vegetables, thinly sliced meats, sausages, breads, and olives, both green and black. Three bowls in the center of the platter held sour cream mixed with minced shallots, Marinara, and fresh-grated Parmesan cheese. She set the tray on a stand beside the small table and deposited the milk jug next to them, all the while staring at the rock Hermione wore.
“Oooh! That looks yummy!” She commented. “But why the milk? I would have thought…”
“The milk is like the antipasto. It’s to coat your stomach, to prepare it for the acids we’re going to eat. We’ll have wine with dinner…if you wish. Speaking of which, I hear the lasagna here is excellent!”
“I’d heard that too. In fact, I’ve heard lots of really good things about Thomaso’s. Who’d have thought I’d end up here? It’s supposed to be really pricey!”
“You’d prefer fish and chips?”
“A most emphatic NO!” Hermione grinned.
They picked at their antipasto in a companionable silence, until Angelina returned with the menus.
Harry ordered the lasagna and a Caesar salad for both of them after a nod from Hermione. He also ordered a carafe of the house burgundy, stating: ‘If Thomaso had selected the wine for his own table, it would be prefect for theirs.’ That comment had garnered him brilliant smiles from both Angelina and Thomaso. Harry asked Angelina to wait on both for at least forty five minutes. She said she would, and departed.
Harry and Hermione nibbled at the antipasto and chatted amiably about anything and everything…the only subject off limits, by unspoken consensus, was Ron and his deception.
When the requisite time had elapsed, Angelina returned with the lasagna, salads and the wine. She also brought a few baguettes of crusty bread, fresh from the oven and spiced heavily with Rosemary. She took away the antipasto tray and left the lovers alone.
Hermione took a bite of the lasagna and squealed in bliss. “Harry! This is soooo delicious! Go on. Try it!” She lifted a bite on her fork and held it out for him to taste.
Harry understood the honor she’d paid him and took the fork into his mouth. He found himself in instant agreement with his betrothed. The lasagna was excellent. The Burgundy complementing the dish perfectly.
“We have to come here often.”
“Mmmmhmmm!”
An hour later, after ices, coffee and pastries, Harry and Hermione, now replete, rose. Thomaso, greeted them again, and presented Harry with the bill. Forty seven pounds was a bit on the pricey side, but Harry handed over his credit card without batting an eye. He asked Thomaso to add twenty pounds to the bill for Angelina. Thomaso smiled widely and did so.
Outside the restaurant, Hermione commented: “You know, with the way you tip, you’ll be welcome here anytime!”
Harry just grinned. “I’ve got it, why hoard it?”
They wandered the circus for a time, seeing what was to be seen. Stopping from time to time to feed the pigeons, kiss, or just to hold each other. Hermione spied the beautiful stone ‘Eros’ fountain. She dragged Harry over to it and asked him for a two pence coin. Harry handed her the copper, and closing her eyes, she tossed it over her shoulder into the water.
Harry hugged her close and asked quietly: “Did you get your wish?” Hermione brought her lips up to his and murmured “Mmmmhmmm!”
Breaking the kiss, she said “Harry! It’s your turn! You wish for something.”
“I don’t need to. I already have everything I could ever want, right here.”
Hermione’s eyes positively glowed. Teasing, she murmured: “You don’t have to say things like that to get into my knickers, Harry.” She flushed, and buried her head in his chest.
“Hermione, I’m not saying that as an excuse to get you into bed. You’ve given me two of the three gifts dearest to my heart. You gave me your friendship more than ten years ago, and now, you’ve given me your love.”
Hermione turned her face to his. Happy tears leaked from her eyes. “What’s the third?”
“A child. A child of the both of us.” He spoke so softly, Hermione could barely hear, but she understood fully.
“Then let’s go home and make a family, my love.” She murmured.
Harry lifted her chin, and kissed her again, softly, tenderly, fully.
Returning home, Harry unloaded their purchases and led Hermione into the kitchen. Without a word, he lifted her up onto the table and knelt before her. He flipped up her skirt and tugged her knickers aside, immediately applying his tongue to her clit.
Shocked, Hermione could only gasp in pleasure at this friendly assault. Any thoughts of protest flew immediately out the window. Soon enough, she had no rational thoughts in her head, whatsoever, as his velvety smooth tongue caressed her clit. Instinctively, she rolled back onto her arse, to expose herself more fully to him. Harry pulled her knickers off and tossed them over his shoulder, then pressed in with a fervor she’d never seen before. Hermione rested one leg on his back, while drawing the other up onto the table.
“Oh, yes, Harry! Just there!” She cried. Ron had rarely attempted this, and then only as a prerequisite for ‘the good stuff’ as he was to say. He’d only go down on her long enough to ensure she was wetted enough to take him in. Often, he wouldn’t even do that; he’d just finger her a bit and then plow right in! This on the other hand was heavenly. This was the man she love, who loved her loving her. The Hell with Ron, he can’t come any where near anything, compared to Harry, My Sweet Loving Harry, “AHhhhhhh Harrrryyy“.
Harry licked and sucked, kissed, nibbled, teased and tormented her clit to such a level that Hermione fell back crying out her pleasure. Hands wandered, opening clothing, until, after three more repeats, He finally eased back. Hermione lay there panting, naked from waist down, and nearly so up. Harry stood and helped her to stand up, only to turn her around and bend her over the table. Hermione had hoped for this! Harry held her lips open as she eased his cock into her. She cried out a stifled moan as he sank slowly into her body.
“Fast, Harry! Fuck me hard!” She ordered. She had had hers. Now, she wanted Harry to find his release!
Ever the gentleman, Harry did as she bade him. He gripped her arse firmly and began to pump. Out and in, in and out. He drove fast, and he drove deep! Hermione moaned and cried out with each thrust. Sweating and panting they both moved together, causing the table to creak alarmingly in protest.
Paying it no mind, Harry went on thrusting smoothly into her. Hermione grasped the table trying to brace herself against the rocking. She wasn’t having much luck. She kept slipping this way and that.
From the next room, Dobby and Winky tried to ignore the impassioned noises coming from the kitchen. Winky scowled at the thought of the mess she’d have to clean up, until Dobby called her on it.
“We is bonded to the greatest and kindest wizard in the world. He is bonding with the witch that means more to him than anything else. Mister Harry Potter sir, has seen far too much pain. He deserves this happiness!”
Winky flushed and nodded, ashamed to have thought of her own happiness before that of her master.
She reached for her ears when Dobby gently took her hands and spoke quietly. ‘There will be no punishing here. Mister Harry Potter sir does not allow it!”
Feeling the tingle that told him he was getting close, Harry began to drive furiously. The slap of flesh against wet flesh was loud in the room, and Hermione’s moaning cries were much louder!
He plowed into the gasping, crying woman on his kitchen table, intending, for damn sure, that he was going to get this last one!
He did. With a last mighty heave, Harry grunted harshly and erupted into the body of his beloved, pulsing deeply within her. Hermione cried out loudly as she felt herself being filled yet again. Harry fell on top of her, spent. He thought nothing of the nasty ‘crack’ he heard from the abused table.
Exhausted, Harry summoned his magic and thinking very carefully and deliberately, he apparated them into his bed. There, they fell into the deepest slumber. He still inside her.
Three hours later, Hermione woke, stiff and sore, to the call of nature. That last go had almost killed her, dead! She smiled widely in recall, thinking; ‘But what a way to go!’ and then eased herself from the bed. Stumbling to the bath, she visited the loo, than turned to the shower. Winky was there to greet her.
“Good afternoon, Miss Hermione Granger. How may Winky serve you today?”
“Good after…” She yawned widely, then finished. “…noon, Winky. What time is it?” She asked, stretching as far as she could. Hearing the pop and crackle of easing bones, she returned her attention to the helpful house-elf.
“It is five fourteen in the afternoon, Miss Hermione Granger.
“Oh. OK, That gives me a few hours. Winky, would you and Dobby see to it that Harry does not wake up until I return? He is very tired after all!” She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her head in an attempt to get the last kinks out.
“Yes, Winky knows. Winky and Dobby heard Miss and Master in the kitchen. Dobby had to repair the table!” Immediately Hermione blushed brightly.
“You heard?” She was mortified!
“Miss, from the noise you was making, it is only because of the silencing charms around this house, that the muggle please-men are not here!” Winky’s tone was admonishing, but she wore a cheerful smile that took the sting out of her rebuke.
Again, Hermione blushed, furiously. “Oh, my God!” She moaned in embarrassment.
Winky put her out of her misery. “You was saying?”
Hermione was startled by the segue, but recovered quickly. “Oh, yes. I’m going to shower, and then I’m going to talk to Ginny. Would you make sure Harry gets a peaceful sleep until I return?”
“Winky will do, Miss Hermione Granger.”
“Thank you, Winky.” Winky popped away, obviously intending to share her instructions with Dobby.
Hermione gratefully stepped into the steaming shower, letting the nearly scalding water sooth her aches. Those the water couldn’t reach, she handled with magic.
Hermione, now dressed in a deep hunter’s green woolen skirt, and maroon silk blouse, shrugged into a matching green, wool coat.
“Winky” she said , the little elf was picking up the dirty towels.
“Yes, Miss Hermione Granger. How may Winky serve …” as she turned to Hermione.
“I’ll be back later this evening. I may eat over at Ginny’s, so if I’m not here by seven, go ahead and wake Harry. Tell him I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Winky will do, Miss Hermione Granger.” The house elf promised. Dobby nodded his head in agreement, then turned once more to his cleaning.
Hermione walked out the door, and apparated away.
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“Ah! Bon journo, Signore, et Signorella. . Benvenuto al ristorante’ Italiano del Thomaso.” (“Oh, Good day sir and Miss. Welcome to Thomaso’s Italian restaurant.”)
“Ainglez’ por favore’?” (“English, please?)
“Ah, si gratze’!” (“Oh, yes, thank you!”)
“Non si preoccupi. Otteniamo quello tutto il tempo. Ogni ragazza con anima in lei vena lo desidera. E tutti che passa fare per mantenera il suo abbastanza piccolo capa per adattare attraverso il portello!” (“Don’t worry. We get that all the time. Every girl with blood in her veins wants him. It’s all I can do to keep his head small enough to fit through the door!”)

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The Rest Stop

The following story is a work of fiction and fantasy only. Descriptions of sexual encounters between adults and minors may be contained, so those who are offended in any way by such situations are strongly encouraged to read no further. The author in no way encourages the practice of sexual relations with members of either gender who are under the minimum age prescribed by law in there locality. Regardless if you do or do not have respect for such regulations that state that a person must wait until a particular birthday to engage in behavior that nature has prepared them for many years earlier, these laws, like any others, must be obeyed.
In addition, actual names of any persons living or dead which may be used is completely coincidentalThe Rest Stop
BY A.T.Driver
While I am not one of those guys who spends every waking minute searching for young girls to have my way with, or my sleeping moments dreaming of it, I have always had a passion for girls in what has come to be called there tween years, with the ages of eleven and twelve falling into that category. Occasionally a girl a little younger than that will catch my eye, but not much younger. While I have no respect for the laws of man, where some arbitrary age establishing when a girl has rights over her body was pulled out of the hat, I do respect the laws of nature. I do not force myself on girls who’s own bodies have not yet developed to the point that they themselves already have sexual urges.
While I don’t actually go out looking for young girls, I never pass up an opportunity to spend some quality time with one of them if such an opportunity is presented to me. The encounter I am going to share with you was just one of those opportunities. I drive a truck over the road in what is referred to as a forty eight state irregular operation. That simply means I go everywhere with no established regular run. I had stopped one afternoon at one of those interstate highway rest areas you all have seen hundreds of times. Even if I was the type to search out young girls, a highway rest area would probably be one of the least productive places to search since although you will see many cute girls there, they are traveling with parents or other adult guardians. That is why it was a surprise when such an opportunity presented itself at one of them.
I had parked my truck and was entering the main building to answer the call, holding the door for a very attractive woman and her daughter who where exiting the structure. I knew the girl had to be her daughter because she was carbon copy of her mom. I judged her to be somewhere between eleven from her facial features and possible as old as thirteen by her height. I was leaning towards the younger side though since the mother didn’t look like she could be past thirty. Of course I once knew a thirty year old woman who had a seventeen year old daughter so who knows. As I said before, the mother was very attractive and the daughter looked just like her so she caught my eye immediately. Of course I knew in such a situation the best I could hope for was a quick glimpse of her sexy little rump as she departed.
Both where brunettes with brilliant blue eyes and bodies that would give a monk a hard on. The only difference between the two was breast size, and not a lot of difference there since the mother was somewhat small breasted herself, which is what I prefer. No sag boobs. The daughter had none at all that I could perceive behind a loose fitting tee shirt. Booth had nice trim waist and hips that tapered into very long legs, the mother being about five foot ten inches tall and the daughter not much shorter. Both where wearing those terry cloth shorts that fit a little on the loose side but could not conceal there very nice round firm butts. They both smiled, the mother saying thank you for my holding the door. The daughter just said hi and smiled sweetly when she noticed I was looking her over as well as her mom. I guess, even as pretty as she was, she was use to taking a back seat to her beautiful mother when it came to admiring looks from men. I said, you ladies have a nice day, and I thought that was the end of it.
Once I had completed my chores in the men’s room and was heading back to my truck, I noticed the pretty pair leaning against the hood of an older car that was directly in my path. The mother appeared to be counting some money and as I approached I heard her say, I’m sorry Rachael but I’m going to have to. After that break down we don’t even have enough left to fill the car with gas. About time I was passing within ten feet or so from them the mother directed her voice towards me. Sir, she asked, I hate to ask you this but is there any way you could help us, just enough to get some gas and maybe enough for some dinner?
Now this is something that those of us on the road hear almost every day. Sometimes when you pull in to a rest area or truck stop, they are chasing you down with there hands out before you can even set your parking brake. Many may think drivers are heartless when they walk right on by and ignore them, but when you are hit up so often, well, a driver only has so much money too. Normally I too just ignore these people, but on many occasions, when there is a family involved, I will follow them to the nearest station and pay for there gas directly or pay for them a meal. What I do not do though is hand them cash.
I was about to make such an offer when she continued, we don’t take handouts or charity though, but if you have a bunk in your truck, I’m willing to earn it. This is not an unusual thing to happen in such places either, but the proposition normally comes from some strung out junkie who last saw better days a long time before. That was not the case here. Not only was this woman gorgeous, she also had that clean scrubbed sweet heart look that would bring to mind a camp fire girls leader rather then a hooker. And she was making such a proposal right in front of her equally clean scrubbed sweet heart looking daughter.
The surprise must have registered on my face because she added, I don’t do this very often, only when we desperately need the money, but our car broke down in Knoxville and it took almost everything we had to fix it. I have never in my life utilized the services of a prostitute and had no intentions of doing so now, and was about to tell her that I would be happy to help them but no such pay back would be required when the daughter chimed in. She had seen me checking her out so she volunteered as well. If you like younger girls better, she said, I’ll earn it too.
Rachael no, cried out her mother in alarm. No way, she continued, it’s bad enough I have to do this sometimes but you have never been with a guy at all before. Your still a virgin for christ sake. We where having this discussion, although I had said nothing yet, on a sidewalk in a public rest area. Although I knew no one else had heard any of this, I did see a mini van pulling into the space two spots down from us. I finally spoke. Woe, woe ,woe, I said, while holding up both hands, Let’s all go out to my truck, I have a large sleeper with a complete kitchen and plenty of food. We’ll sit down, have a sandwich, and discuss all this in private, no strings attached.
After having said that I just started walking to the truck without waiting for a reply. They followed. I could still hear them talking to each other but couldn’t make out what they where saying. I assumed it was an argument over the daughters offer. My suspicion was confirmed when I stopped to unlock the door and they closed distance enough for me to hear the mother tell the daughter, I still don’t like it but if your sure I wont stop you either. There was a temporary interlude in any dialogue when they got into the truck as they where in awe at it’s size. I have a custom built sleeper that more resembles a luxury motor coach than what most would expect to see in truck. My god, said the mother, you could live in here. I do, I informed her, at least I spend more time here than in my apartment at home.
All discussion of there financial problems and suggested remedy was put on the back burner when I ask if they like grilled ham and cheese while getting out the griddle. A few minutes later I sat the plates on the table with sandwiches, chips, and some sliced tomatoes. I was pleasantly surprised when Rachael slide in beside me, with her mother taking a seat across from us. Girls are very intuitive even if not experienced, and Rachael had already sensed that I was at least attracted to her as much as I was her mother.
I had heard Rachael called by name earlier, and by the time we had finished our meal I had learned that the mothers name was Marie. I was informed, after asking few questions, that Marie was twenty seven years old and Rachael would be twelve in another three weeks. My own calculations told me that Marie had given birth when she only fifteen years old. I also knew now that they where on there way to San Diego with plans of making it a permanent move. Marie told me that she had saved every nickel she could till she was sure they would be able to get there and have a months living expenses when they arrived. Then the transmission had gone out in there car, which also contained all of there wordily possessions. Between the cost of repairs and two days in a motel, they where now down the thirty eight dollars and less than half a tank of gas. By the way, they where still in Tennessee. Two thousand miles from San Diego.
I thought about it for a few minutes before making my offer. Finally I said, You strike me as a very honest and sincere person so here is what I will do. It just so happens that I live in San Diego and am on my home with this load. I don’t know if you noticed, but there is enough room on my trailer for your car. As you can see, there is plenty of room for all of us in this truck. It has it’s own bathroom and shower, but it is a little to cramped in there to be used as a dressing room. There is even a clothes washer and dryer. You have already seen the kitchen area, and the table we are sitting at folds up so a queen sized bed can fold down out of the back wall. There is however, only that one bed so privacy will be almost impossible.
They where both so relieved and excited that someone was willing to help them so much that they where almost jumping up and down. Once they calmed down a little, Marie said, the one bed is no problem, at least you have one so I, she paused, or I guess Rachael if you prefer, or both of us have a place to repay you for your generosity. Oh no, I responded to her, my offer to help you is not conditional. You are obligated to do nothing. Then I smiled and said, don’t get me wrong, you are both very attractive and I don’t think many men would not be attracted to you, but I don’t believe in making women do anything they don’t want to. Now should you decide you want to, without thinking you owe it to me, well, I am a man.
Marie looked me straight in the eye and said, I told you earlier that I don’t do that very often and it was the truth. Even at that, I have never propositioned any man, that I would not have done the same thing with anyway. So yes, I want to do this. As she had been speaking, Rachael had slide a hand onto my lap under the table and was trying to acquaint herself with what she may find there. Marie went on, and if my daughters hand is where I think it is, she wants to as well. And we both already know you like the young ones.
Rachael blushed at the announcement, but did not move her hand. I put my arm her and she snuggled tight against me as I kissed her forehead. Alright, I admitted, I do like the young girls, but in many cases, I added while looking at Marie, I can be excited just as much by there mothers. Rachael had increased the vigor of her explorations and was now feeling as much of my hardening cock as she could thru my shorts. How did you know it though, I asked, I hadn’t even tried to touch Rachael. The young girl answered for her mom. Because I told her you did. Mom has taught me since I was a little girl how to spot the guys who like young girls.
Marie defended herself by saying, I taught you that though, so you would know which guys to stay away from. Not so you could feel them up under the table. Rachael giggled and said, but I’m not a little girl any more and he’s cute. That he is, agreed Marie, that he is. So your ok with it, I asked looking at Marie, if a grown man makes love to your daughter? I wouldn’t be ok with just any man doing it, Marie answered, but I didn’t see you trying to make any moves on her. This is something she wants to do. If I hadn’t decided to allow it before though, the way you asked that made up my mind. You asked about making love to her rather than just fucking her. That tells me a lot about what kind of man you are.
Then Marie looked right at her daughter and said, and you Rachael, if you are going to do this, your going to learn how to do it right. I am going to be right there, on the bed with you, and teaching you how to treat a man. Talk about a hard on. Rachael was getting plenty to feel through my shorts with me setting there listening to that. To know that for a least the next few days I was going to have not one but two gorgeous girls in my bed. And yes even though it was a mother and daughter, since the mother was only twenty seven and just as fine as the daughter, I was about to pinch myself to see if this was real or a wet dream.
Marie then looked around and asked, where are the switches? The switches, I returned her question in confusion. To turn this table into a bed, she laughed. It was extremely hard for me to think with reason since Rachael was still giving my raging hard on a good going over thru my shorts, but I did. Actually I wanted to get out of there for a few minutes to let them have any further discussion they may need to have before making a final commitment, particularly in regards to the lovely Rachael’s virginity. It’s going to be dark soon, I said, maybe I should get your car loaded before we get to involved here. Marie agreed and handed me her keys. If you show me how to work all of the stuff in here, we’ll get the dishes cleaned up and be all ready for you when you come back. I wasn’t sure what she meant by ready, but I was anxious to find out.
It only took a few minutes to pull out the ramps and drive Marie’s car on to the trailer and a few more to secured it. Rather than head right back into the truck, I decided to allow them a few more minutes and went to wash up in the rest area building rather than using my own sink. By the time I did enter the sleeper I was greeted by a sight to behold. The place was neat as a pen and the pretty mother and daughter where sitting indian style on the bed. Both naked as the day they where born. Both of them crooked a finger motioning me to come to them. I needed no further invitation.
As I was heading towards the bed Marie said, with Rachael you’ll have to stick to oral only tonight. I hope you don’t mind, but I looked in some of your drawers and couldn’t find any condoms. I’m on the pill but I don’t want to be a grandma by the time I’m twenty eight either. No worries, I told here, vasectomy several years ago. Marie grinned real big and looked at her daughter teasing, I just heard something, and it was a cherry popping. She then dived on Rachael while a tickling match ensued. Once the serious conversation had ended and the decisions made, it seemed these two visions of beauty where more like sisters than mother and daughter. Of course with a mother only fifteen years older than the daughter, I can see how this could easily be the case.
Having two sexy naked females wrestling around in front of you will get any mans libido going fast. It took me less than a minute to be as naked as they where and join in there tickling. I wasn’t particularly trying to cope feels, there would be plenty of time for that later, but I didn’t try to avoid sensitive areas either. Even though she was still a virgin, Rachael seemed completely comfortable being nude in my presence and only giggled when my tickling fingers passed over her pussy. Eventually the girls where becoming winded and just lay back on the bed to catch there breath. What a sight.
These two looked enough alike to be twin sisters. The only thing that set them apart was Rachael’s more youthful appearance and total lack of breast in comparison to her mothers small but firm perky tits. Below the waist there was no perceivable difference in them at all. Both where tall with Rachael being almost as tall as her mom. There long shapely legs flared into well rounded but trim hips and between both of there legs, totally bald pussy mounds. Marie saw my gaze moving back and forth between the two delectable hairless pussies and laughed. She pointed at Rachael’s sex and said, complements of mother nature, and then at her own saying compliments of lady schick.
I was standing on my knees and Rachael was starring wide eyed at my rock hard cock standing straight out from my belly. Are they all that big, she asked her mom. Hum, deliberated Marie as if having to really think about her answer before telling Rachael, I would say it’s about average sized. Some are bigger and some are smaller, but Jim’s is just about right. It’ll be a nice snug fit without killing you. Rachael was doubtful and asked, but it will fit right? Yes baby girl, it will fit, her mom assured her. Us girls have a lot more inside than it looks like from the outside. Now let mommy show her little girl what to do with one of those.
Marie had me lay down on my back between them as she told Rachael that she would demonstrate and then the younger girl was to do what her mom had shown her. Just lay back and enjoy Jim, we are going to do all the work, Marie told me. Enjoy? I had a feeling that was not even going to adequately describe what was about to take place. I had been with several virgins over the years, but never one who brought along her own coach.
Both girls started sliding down in the bed so that there heads would be at my waist, Marie already giving verbal instruction on the way. Ok baby girl, if you are really wanting to have a good time with a man, you want to get him off once before he fucks you. If a guy hasn’t got off in a while he may come pretty fast the first time and you want him to be able to last longer than that in your cunny. Marie began demonstrating how to accomplish this by running a hand up and down my stiff cock a few times before replacing it with her tongue. She delicately licked all over my erect member, swirling her tongue around the rubbery head, and then slowly with just the tip of her tongue traced her way all the up the sensitive underside of my dick from the ball sack to the head and then sucked my cock into her mouth. She didn’t take it into her throat but just mouth fucked me about a half dozen full strokes of about four inches of my length before withdrawing her mouth and instructing Rachael to now do what she had just witnessed.
Rachael was a very good student and did everything her mom had just demonstrating with almost as much skill as Marie had shown. When Rachael did take me into her mouth she went down a little to far at first and her gag reflex taught her not to do that, but she caught on quickly. Marie having noticed her daughter gagging a little on her initial attempt to mouth fuck me said, don’t try to take to much this time baby girl, I’ll teach you how to get it all down your throat later. In case you have never had the privilege of watching a beautiful woman teach her equally gorgeous daughter how to give head using your cock as an instructional aid, let me tell you, it was going to prove the point Marie had tried to make to her daughter and I was going to pumping cream into one of there mouths very soon.
The two had switched off on sucking my dick several times, with occasional stops for Marie to give Rachael a few tips, including showing her how to fold her lips back a bit so she would avoid scraping my cock with her teeth. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and Marie had sensed it as well. The last time Rachael had taken over the mouth fucking duties Marie told me, let me know when your about to cum so I can get it in my mouth. I don’t know if she is going to like that yet she added while gesturing towards the head presently bobbing up and down on my dick. Then you better take over now I answered her while gritting my teeth to hold back my climax. Marie had just got her mouth back on me when the first stream sprayed against the sensitive tissues there in. Even the experienced Marie wrinkled her brow a bit at the sudden increase in temperature the discharged caused in her mouth.
Marie pulled her mouth off my cock before I was completely finished cumming and with precise timing caught the last couple of streams in cupped hands. Marie then turned to Rachael and opened her mouth enough to show her daughter the mouth full of the thick white substance then made sure Rachael saw her swallow it down. She then told her daughter, I love this stuff but you might not like it. Marie held out her cupped hands to Rachael and said, I saved a little so you can try it. Rachael, seeming to trust her mother totally, did not hesitate to stick her tongue into the small pool of my cum Marie had offered. Rachael brought her tongue back into her mouth sampling the flavor and then without a word hungrily licked her mothers hands clean. Marie smiled at me and said, I think she likes.
Marie crawled up and snuggled next to me as Rachael said with excitement, that stuff is great. I had no idea it would be so good she added and then asked, when can I have more? Marie pointed to my softening cock and told her, you can probably find a little more there. Rachael was back on my dick in a flash, cleaning every bit of flavor she could find with her tongue and trying to suck a drop or two more from the now limp appendage. Marie asked, you think by the time we get to San Diego she will be a pretty good cock sucked on her own? By then, I repeated to her in return, I thought she was doing a top notch job just now. Of course she had a very good instructor too.
Well, Marie actually blushed against my side. I have had a lot of practice. I told you I don’t trick very often but that has only been true since I got pregnant with Rachael. Up till then I made a lot of soda and candy money sucking men off. She would later tell me that what had got her started as a child prostitute when a neighbor man raped her at the age of eight. He had fucked her virgin little pussy raw , doing nothing first to even try to stimulate any lubrication in her before plowing thru her hymen and burying himself deeply into her, and then pulled out at the last minute and forced his cock into her mouth, pumping it full of his cum. She said when he was done, the ass hole had actually tossed a dollar bill on her chest and said, go buy some mints to get the taste back out of your mouth slut. What he didn’t know was that the taste of his cum was the only part of the ordeal that I enjoyed, she had related. Another thing he had taught her, was that men would pay a little girl to suck there dicks, and sometimes pay more if she would let them do a little more. She had also learned that they would pay a premium to do it in her tight little butt. It had also been one of these men who had fathered Rachael although she had no idea of who he was. She had added that even though Rachael had obviously inherited her mothers sex drive, and that she had never lied to her about what she did, she was determined her daughter would never have to sell herself just to be able to eat.
Rachael was still just playing with my now limp member, sucking on it some and actually rubbing it all over her face. Finally she asked, how will it ever get in my cunny now that it isn’t all stiff any more? I chuckled and said don’t worry sweetie, if you just keep doing what you are, it wont stay soft much longer. She giggled as I added, but there may be something I can do that you will like very much while we wait for that thing to recover. I whispered in Marie’s ear, there is nothing I love more than the taste of a girl while she’s still a virgin. Oh she’s gonna love that, Marie whispered back to me with excitement. I didn’t even know men did that for a year after my first time.
We had Rachael lay down, Marie telling her to spread her legs wide. I stopped her and said, lets take our time and make sure this precious girl really enjoys this. I had Rachael roll over on her stomach and started kissing, licking and nibbling my way down her back. starting from the hairline on her neck, trying to be sure not one spot of flesh was missed. I skipped completely over her perfectly formed tight firm butt, wanting to make it my final destination on her backside, and worked my way from her feet up in the same manor as I had her back. By the time I reached her ass, Rachael was moaning and purring like a content kitten. I began massaging her delectable rump with both hands while paying tribute to it with my mouth as well. Marie took notice that I was spending a great deal of time munching on her daughters ass and said to the younger girl, you pick em good honey, he’s a butt man for sure. Evidently Marie herself would appreciate some rear attention and I fully intended to let her have some before the night was over.
Eventually I reluctantly had Rachael turn over and hide from me her delicious ass for a while as I began giving the front of her body the same treatment the rear had received. I spent extra time on her nipples which had her add some dialogue to her moaning and purring. Oh yeah, she kept murmering softly as I sucked and nibbled lightly on her hard nubbins. Many guys make the mistake of ignoring the nipples of a totally flat chested girl, not realizing they are just as sensitive, if not more so, as those of a woman with fully mature breast. When finally reaching Rachael’s vaginal area, I still avoided her slit even though her legs where spread wide open by now and had exposed her folds to my eyes, including the tiny entrance into her virginal depths. I kissed all around it though, nibbling on the sensitive flesh of her mound until she was thrusting her hips in an attempt to push her pussy towards the mouth she was receiving so much pleasure from.
Finally I pushed my tongue into the bottom of her slit, pushing my tongue hard against her entrance and then slowly drug my tongue up through her slit towards her clit. I was moving my tongue very slowly and as I did so, the pitch and volume of Rachael’s moaning’s increased at the same pace, and her hips also began to arch up trying to increase the pressure of my tongue against her sensitive tissues. Finally upon reaching her clit, I sucked the tiny knob into my mouth and began quickly flicking my tongue over the tip of it. The effect was as if I had flipped on a light switch. Rachael instantly exploded with the first orgasm of her young life.
For a first orgasm, Rachael was experiencing a powerful one too, as she cried out in sexual fulfillment. I wasn’t worried if she could be heard by passers by. We where in the truck parking area, and I knew any other driver walking by would simple get a chuckle out of it without the knowledge that the voice he heard was coming from an eleven year old girl. I was reluctant to let her clit depart from my sucking lips as I wanted to prolong her orgasm as much as possible, but I knew that the delicate flavored nectar I loved so much would be pouring from her cunt at that very moment. I replaced my mouth on her clit with a thumb to continue manipulating her trigger and brought my mouth to her opening. God she was delicious. There is nothing in the world that taste as good as the juices that come from a never before fucked pussy, and she was gushing. This girl was a squirter and I wanted every drop in my mouth.
Before her orgasm began to die off I decided to save her the pain of losing her cherry and pushed a finger into her vise like opening. I knew the pleasures of her intense climax would over ride any pain she might endure from the rupturing of her hymen. She was so tight I had to use considerable pressure but I pushed in all the way to the hilt, with no resistance from a non existent hymen to slow the progress. I knew though that a lack of an intact hymen did not mean she was not still a virgin. Many girls lose there cherries in a variety of ways, from a hard fall on there rumps as a toddler, to a fall from a bike later, sometimes not even knowing themselves that they no longer have one.
Marie would later confess to me that it had been her, who had intentionally relieved Rachael of her hymen. She explained that it had not been a sexual thing, but that as soon as Rachael had been potty trained and no longer had accidents during the night, the hymen no longer having it’s true medical purpose for being there to begin with, she had let the girl have a glass of sweet wine one night. the little girl thinking she was enjoying grape juice. Once the sedative effect had the girl sleeping soundly, Marie had ruptured her hymen with a finger. I just didn’t want to take a chance that she would ever experience the excruciating pain I did when that ass hole busted my cherry.
I didn’t actually finger fuck Rachael though, as I just withdrew my finger from her after discovering the lack of a hymen. Her orgasm seemed it was going to continue as long as I kept eating her cunt so I slowly started to slow my stimulations so she wouldn’t be to exhausted to experience the final event. I had been so intent in my attentions to Rachael I hadn’t noticed Marie had been masturbating herself to her own climax while watching me munch on her pre teen daughters treasures. As both of there orgasms began to subside, Rachael just lay back with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath, and Marie said to me, I hope you like doing that with a grown women as much as you do little virgin girls. Not to worry my sweet, I assured her, my mouth waters when I look at you too.
Marie grinned and said, it’s going to be a long night, and four more nights of it, I hope you have plenty of those little blue pills. None needed I informed her, just seeing both of you naked in my bed is all the viagra I’ll need. Of course I doubted any man could hold up to the sex drives of these two forever, I knew though, with the miles we had to cover during those days, my equipment would get plenty of recovery time between rounds in the sleeper. Of course at the time, I didn’t know that both Rachael and her mom where going to decide it was particularly exciting to suck me off while going down the road.
Rachael had recovered by now from her orgasm and was in awe. That was incredible she said, make it happen again she added, looking at my now recovered and once again rock hard cock. You going to put it in my cunny now, she asked with enthusiasm? I looked at Marie for one last assurance that she was ok with a grown man putting his cock into her young daughters virgin body. I would rather she waited a few more years, Marie said, but if it is what she wants, then go ahead. I know her body is ready. I then looked Rachael straight in the eyes and asked, are you sure this is what you want to do sweetie? You know that once you have gone there you can’t take it back. You only get your first time once. I’ve wanted to for a while already, she answered, every since I learned about it. I wanted you to do it as soon as my mom started talking to you by the car.
The decision being final, Marie took charge again, having me lay on my back once more and showing Rachael how to get on her knees straddle me and lower herself onto my cock. When I say she showed her, I mean she showed her, impaling her own surprisingly tight pussy onto my cock till her mound was pressed tightly against my pubic hair. Wow, I would have never though that a woman of twenty seven, although still young, would still have such a tight cunt considering her prior sexual experiences and having given birth. Marie worked her hips to move my cock in and out of her pussy a few times. She included a few rotations of her hips showing Rachael how to receive the most pleasure from a stiff rod inside her. Marie was starting to get pretty worked up herself and eventually stopped moving while she just sat with my dick completely buried in her and leaned over supporting herself with hands on either side of me.
She grinned sheepishly at her daughter and said, I know you have never actually seen me doing this, but I think I better stop now or you will end up having to wait for Jim to get hard again. Marie was lifting herself off my cock when Rachael said, that’s ok, he can just do the same thing with you he did with me while I wait. Marie just thanked her for the offer and then informed the young girl, most guys don’t like to do that after they have put there cum in there. I then quickly informed them both, that I was not one of those guys. I am not particularly into eating my own excretions, but have no objections to it either after they have mixed with the delicious juices contained in a woman’s pussy.
Marie still gave up her position reluctantly saying, no honey this is your night, and there will be other nights for both of us. As far as I was concerned, both of these beauties where going to have a load of my cum in them before this night was over, and I would have no problem eating Rachael’s cum filled cunt once more if need be to be sure my dick brewed up another shot for her mother. Rachael got into the same position her mother had been a few minutes before and did not hesitate to reach between her legs and guide the head of my cock to her entrance. She had even already put some downward pressure on it, lodging just the tip of it tightly into her little hole before I could stop her. I saw no signs of fear on her face but wanted to caution her anyway.
I did not explain that I already knew she had no hymen. I didn’t know if she where aware of the fact or not and considering the remark Marie had made earlier about hearing the sound of a popping cherry, I did not know at the time that her mother was aware of it either. Even without a physical cherry, I knew that Rachael could still experience some discomfort while trying to get something the size of an average cucumber into her tight sheath. This may hurt a little at first honey. It wont hurt for long but just go very slowly at first. Go only as far as you can and then stop and let your body get use to it before you put any more of it into you. Ok, was all she said before letting her weight go and taking my entire cock into her in one stroke.
Her face had wrinkled considerably and she had cried out a little during own merciless introduction to intercourse. Rachael had her elbows bent and her hands balled into tight fist. Her eyes where clinched closed so tightly it was obvious she was trying desperately to fight back tears. Marie jumped up instantly and hugged her daughter tightly from the side trying to comfort her. It’s ok honey, it’s ok, your going to be alright, just don’t move at all for a couple of minutes. It wont hurt anymore if you let your insides adjust to it slowly. I could tell the initial shock was passing from her when Rachael squeaked out, I guess I should have listened to you. A few seconds later she let out a breath and said, I didn’t know it was going to get bigger when it went in.
Knowing she was past the initial pain, Marie and I both laughed a little and I told her, it didn’t get any bigger sweetie, you just put it in a place a lot smaller than it is way to fast. You didn’t give your insides time to stretch a little at a time. Well, she responded, you might say it didn’t get bigger but it feels like I have a softball bat in me. Her mother and I both laughed again and the movement caused my cock to shift in her cunt a little. This having not caused her any discomfort, Rachael began moving her hips a little to explore the new feelings as my cock moved around inside her. Before long a sweet smile appeared on her face and she said, it still feels a hundred times bigger than it looked, but it feels good too.
Rachael’s pussy was extremely tight, but not that much more so than her mothers incredibly tight cunt. Her mother told her to start moving up and down on my cock like she seen her doing but to just go a little at time slowly till she was use to it. Plus she said, it’s your first time so take your time and get to know how it feels as it slides across all of your inside walls. Ok, Rachael responded and then reinforced that she had learned her lesson by adding, don’t worry, I’m going real slow this time.
Marie lay back and snuggled close to me as if she though it would be neat for as both to watch my cock slide in and out of her little girls body. It soon became evident that her intentions where not so voyeuristic. She whispered to me, I think I was more scared than she was. I always knew this day would come, I’m just so glad she found a man as patient and gentle as you to do it with. Marie was not a bad mother for allowing what was happening with her daughter. It was obvious she loved the little girl with all of heart. She was just a realist too, and was happy she had been able to help her daughter learn the joys of her body in a safe environment. I had put my arm around Marie while she was talked and had starting massaging a barely B cup tit that was almost as firm as the cock in her daughters pussy. We actually ended up having a pretty intense make out session while Rachael was getting use to my cock.
Rachael had worked herself up to actually fucking herself in full length strokes on my cock and seemed to be doing so with relative ease. Her attention left her own pussy for a moment though and she saw what was happening between her mom and I. Hey she called out, your suppose to be fucking me, not sucking face with my mom. Marie and I separated as we burst out in laughter. This got Rachael to laughing to and she just sat there, impaled on my cock as we all laughed so hard my side hurt for at least three minutes. When we finally settled down Rachael just put her hands on her hips and said, well I guess you two can smooch if you want to, I’ll just do this by myself. This caused another round of laughter and then I said, no your right sweetie, a girl as sweet as you deserves my undivided attention.
I put my hands on Rachael’s hips and she leaned over supporting herself with hands on my chest. can I go faster now, she asked? Your in charge my sweet little angel, I told her. You go as fast or slow, and as gently or hard as you want. I’ll just keep up with you sweetie. Rachael got a sinister look on her face and said, you’ll try. She didn’t even start out slow. It was if she had somehow sensed that she was going to want her fucking fast and furious. Within less than a minute our pelvic bones where slamming into each other with bone vibrating intensity. Rachael was getting into it vocally as well. Oh fuck yea she was crying out. Fuck my pussy, Fuck it harder.
I only knew of one way to fuck her any harder than I already was so I rolled us over without my cock ever leaving her canal. I pushed her legs back till she was bent almost double and began jack hammering into her as hard and fast as I could. She loved it. The harder I fucked her the louder she got. I knew that any drivers walking buy right now where probably stopping to listen for more. As long as they where not aware of the age of the one making all the racket I could care less what they heard. I had never before experienced a young virgin who wanted to be fucked so hard her very first time. At this pace though, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and I wanted her to experience an orgasm on a cock. If I couldn’t hold out for her though, I was prepared to quickly get my mouth on the trigger in her clit as soon as I had cum.
Finally when I though the dam was surely to break at any second, Rachael cried out, it’s happening again, I’m cuuuming. I released my hold on her ankles which where up beside her head by know and slammed deep into her for the last time as I felt a very powerful blast of cum leave me. By the time I felt the second stream coming I also felt Rachael’s long legs wrap around and try to pull me deeper into her as her pussy vibrated around my cock. I couldn’t believe I was cumming so much since it had been little more than an hour since I had emptied myself into Marie’s mouth. By the time Rachael’s orgasmic tremors where slowing and the last of my cum left me, I was so drained I couldn’t hold myself up off of her anymore. I collapsed unto the bed, barely able to direct myself to the side to avoid crushing the young girl.
Rachael’s hips where still jerking a little as the last waves of her orgasm continued while I lay there trying to catch my breath. When I was able to raise my head off the pillow, I saw Marie sitting by her daughters side looking intently at her sex. I had cum way to much for Rachael’s pussy to be able to absorb it all and some of it was making it’s way back out of her. Every time more cum oozed out of her cunt, her mom would scope it up on a finger and bring it to her own mouth. When she saw she was being observed, Marie blushed and said, I’m really not into girls, I just love the taste of your cum. She would later tell me that only once in her life she had gone down on another female. It had been when she was ten and a guy she propositioned had offered her two hundred dollars if she would eat his wife’s pussy while he watched. I really didn’t want to and I didn’t like it either, she told me, but this guy was offering two hundred bucks and then he threw in another hundred to fuck me in the butt while she watched. I was use to getting twenty for a blow job.
I told her I thought the guys where getting quite a bargain to get a blow job from a girl as pretty as she must have already been by then for only twenty dollars. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, I didn’t know, twenty dollars seemed like a lot to me at the time. Then she added, when I do have a turn a trick today though, I guy isn’t even getting a hand job for less than fifty. I didn’t tell her so, but this woman could have easily brought in a grand a night in Vegas, and been home early enough to tuck Rachael into bed, even after giving the house there cut for turning a blind eye. This was obviously not the life she wanted though, so why mention it.
Rachael was barely recovering from her orgasm when she asked, can we do it again? Marie spoke up and said, hey hold on there little one. He’s got you off like gangbusters twice and I haven’t had a turn yet. Rachael laughed, and said, ok mom, I guess you should have some fun too. Then Rachael looked at me and asked, you said this truck has a shower, is it ok if I use it? Sure I told her, let me show you how it works though. It’s not like one in a house. Marie got up too so she could see what I was showing her daughter. Both where very impressed when I showed them a computer panel that controlled all of the sleepers functions. They where even more impressed to learn that you could punch in the exact temperature and water pressure you wanted for your shower leaving only one mechanical valve to turn once in the shower itself. If you give it a couple of minutes. I told them, it will even adjust the water temp in the pipe itself so you don’t get that initial blast of cold water when you first turn it on. Very cool said Rachael as she headed into the bathroom forgetting to ask about towels. It was going to be sweet seeing that body come out of there glistening wet.
Marie went over and stretched out on the bed stomach down. She said, I’m already boiling hot so you can just go straight for the butt if you want. That was like giving a fat man a free pass to the all you can eat buffet. Within seconds I had my face buried in her glorious ass. I was just rubbing my face up and down her butt with my nose buried in her crack. Uhm she moaned, you really are a butt man aren’t you. To answer her question I extended my tongue to her puckered little rosebud and pushed it into her as far as I could. Oh yea, that’ll get this bitch in a heat real fast, she groaned. I continued eating her ass hole while reaching between her legs to push a finger into her hot sopping wet pussy. Owe, she moaned, you can start there if you want, she moaned to me, but if you want to finish off where your tongue is I love it there too. God this woman was so sexy and loved sex to boot.
What more could a man want. A beautiful woman who loved sex, and had a young daughter who was just as beautiful as she was, and she was willing to allow me to enjoy making love to her as well. I was already trying to figure out a way to take a little longer getting to San Diego. I knew I would never run across this kind of situation again.
Marie was as hot as she was going to get. After watching the activities between her daughter and I for the last few hours she would have been ready to fuck with no preliminarily at all. I am one of those men though, who enjoy the preliminaries as much as most women do. It wasn’t long though before she came up on her knees, hoisting her butt into the air and said, fuck me, fuck me now. My cock had attained hardness again as soon as I had started tonguing her ass so I was able and willing to comply. As I was just starting to push into her cunt from the rear Marie added, you know how Rachael liked it, I guess it’s just in the genes so fuck the shit out of me. I rammed into her as hard as I could on my initial entrance. Marie cried out, yes, oh god yes, a man who knows how to fuck. Now I was actually hoping other drivers where gathered outside.
I had been pounding into Marie’s tight pussy for about fifteen minutes, her slamming herself back onto me as hard as I was fucking her. Suddenly she cried out, fuck my ass, put it in butt, fuck my ass hole, please, fuck it hard. I pulled out of her cunt and pointed my cock barely and inch higher and began to push into her rectum. Marie knew how to control her sphincter muscle and allowed it to open as my cock, well lubricated from her cunt, slide easily into her. Don’t go easy Marie begged, just fuck me, fuck my ass hard. I immediately began pounding in and out of her tight ass as hard as I had her cunt. She was ramming herself back unto my cock encouraging me to fuck her even harder yet. At first I had assumed that her early experience with men who had no regards for her mutual enjoyment may have led her to think hard and fast was just the way it should be done. That would not account though for Rachael’s instant desire for be fucked fast and furious as well. Maybe Marie was right, and it was just in there genes.
I had pounded into Marie’s butt for another ten minutes when she started bucking and crying out loudly in orgasm. I wasn’t going to let all of that wonderful liquid spilling out of her empty pussy to be wasted. I pulled out of her as fast as I could and began lapping her cum up as fast as she could expel it. And I thought Rachael could put out some juice. Her mother was releasing it in torrents. As soon as her orgasm began to diminish, she realized that I had not come yet. She turned, shoving me onto my back, and literally dove onto my dick, sucking it into her mouth without regards to where it had just been. This time she swallowed me completely down her throat and began making a humming sound. The vibrations of her vocal chords set me off in a flash. Marie just pulled back enough to catch all of my cum in her mouth rather than letting it spray directly into her throat where there are no taste buds. As her mouth filled with my cum, Marie actually experienced another orgasm. Not nearly as intense as her previous one, but her body still shuddered as she let my cum slide slowly down her throat.
In all of the excitement neither of us had realized that Rachael had come out of the shower and had been standing there dripping wet watching my dick pound in and out of her mothers rear entrance. She had also observed that her mother had been enjoying this genuinely. I want to try that she informed us. We both just laughed and I said, maybe tomorrow sweetie, maybe tomorrow. Rachael crawled back onto the bed with us, still wet and cuddled to me. We where soon all fast asleep with me in the middle and a beautiful well satisfied girl snuggled to either side of me.
Sometime during the middle of the night, I woke to find Rachael once again sucking my cock. It must have disturbed her mom as well, as Marie just said, Rach, when it comes out of his cock it will be very hot in your mouth so don’t let it scare you. With that, Marie just rolled over and went back to sleep. I woke the next morning to find Rachael still sucking on my now limp cock in her sleep as if it where a pacifier.
I could continue this story into full book form but I am going to wrap it in a few more paragraphs. By the time we reached San Diego it had been decided that Marie and Rachael would stay at my apartment till Marie could find a job and save up a little money. Six months later we decided to make the arrangement permanent and where married with Rachael as her maid of honor. I suggested that we look for a larger apartment since mine only had one bedroom. The immediate reaction from both of them was, why, the bed is big enough for all of us?
As would be expected, as Rachael entered her teens she had to try experiencing relationship with boys her own age. It seemed though, that after any date, she could hardly wait to get home so she could be, as she put it, properly fucked. When she was nineteen however, she met a young man only two years her senior who captured her heart. She had let her guy, who’s name was Jason know about her home living situation and he had no problem with it, even though she made it perfectly clear that she would always still want to occasionally sleep with her step daddy regardless of how far there relationship progressed.
Only a year after they had met, Jason and Rachael where married in a small ceremony on the beach at sunrise. It had been decided that Jason would move in with us. We did then actually find a bigger place but actually it was just a house with a bedroom large enough that two queen sized beds could be pushed together and we special ordered bedding to cover it all. We sleep every night with Jason and me on opposite sides of the bed, and the women we love between us.
Rachael was not the only one to benefit from having two men she loved to share her life and body with. Marie has come to love Jason just as much as her daughter does. No one ever wears clothes of any kind in the house and many nights we sleep with Rachael in my arms and Marie in Jason’s. Even now in her early twenties, Rachael still likes to sleep with my cock in her mouth as a pacifier. While my sweet wife enjoys her slumber with Jason’s cock buried in her butt.
You may think this sounds like a ridicules life style, but it works for us. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. We are now five and both Jason and I can hardly wait for my beautiful four year old step grand daughter to get a little older. After all, her grandmother has already taken care of her cherry.

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Aoife, the Queen Maker – A Halloween Story

The arrow falls; the door opens; the Queen is made. This story explores the connection between the Orionid meteor shower, the ancient Celtic myths which surround Samhain, and the great warrior Queens of ancient Ireland. “Aoife, the Queen Maker” is the story the pixies told me when I wanted to write something else. Sometimes I write a story with a theme and plot that I have created; sometimes I just tell a story as it unfolds in my mind. The story I originally intended to create was a scary story with lots of wild, kinky sex, but evidently the spirits of the glen had a different idea, and they spoke a totally different story in my head. It is a sweet, poignant story of true love intertwined with ancient Irish myths that gave birth to the holiday we call Halloween.

In Peter’s Arms Ch.1

This is my first ever story. This story is one where you might dream-dream that it’s happening to you. (Not the abuse part) Enjoy!

Denied Pleasures

I let out a pent up sigh as i raised my hand and knocked on the hard wood door.
i heard a low grumble from inside and took that as an invitation to come in. i opened the door to see dark blue walls covered in band posters and the occasional playboy girl posing seductively on a beach.
my eyes trailed to the boy tangled in his bed sheets, his head buried in the pillow and his feet practically hanging off of the edge of the bed.
“sweetie wake up you’re going to be late!” i called.
“five more minutes” he grumbled into the pillow. i rolled my eyes making my way over to the side of his bed and yanking the blankets off of him.
i forced myself not to stare or moan out loud when i saw his muscled back or the tanned skin of his shoulders “you said that 20 minutes ago, now get up Ethan or else” i scolded disapprovingly, turning quickly on my heel and moving back a safe distance near his dresser, so that i would jump on my 18 year old son.
“okay okay i’m up” he whined, pushing himself up off his bed and stumbling out of bed. i turned my attention to his dresser that was filled with pieces of clothes and piees of paper from school.
I knew that if i saw his define and toned stomach that i would definitely do something that i would later on regret.
“when your ready theres breakfast on the table” i stated allowing myself one glance in his direction before i turned, leaving my son to get ready for another day of school.
i didn’t know when it happened but i always had this close relationship with Ethan. i always loved him with all my heart and it had only been this past year that i realized i loved him more than any mother should love their child.
Now everytime he walked in the room i would feel this burning fire that would just…throb in my core and i would have to close my legs just to hide the fact that my own son had made me so wet just from walking into the room.
His father was away on buisness, never staying longer than a few days at a time before he would disappear for months on end.
Even with the limited time together he wouldn’t even touch me more than a kiss or a one armed hug. I was driven mad with sexual frustration almost every night being around Ethan constantly.
My only solice and refuge was that in the confines of my room with nothing more than a man made toy that quenched my desires and consoled my loneliness
And every night i would have to bury my head in my pillows to keep Ethan from hearing me scream his name.
I passed by one of the hallway mirrors on my way back to the kitchen. I glimpsed my reflection and stopped.
I thought myself pretty but not overly so, but after my husbands ignorance i was beginning to doubt that.
i had long aubrun hair that curled and waved till it stopped in the center of my shoulderblades.
i didn’t have tanned skin like Ethan because everytime i stepped out into the sun i came out burnt and red as a tomato.
I had shapely eyebrows that i made sure to keep perfectly shaped and neat. they along with my long eyelashes framed my bluish grey eyes.
i had angular cheekbones and round full lips. My breasts were a good size, big enough to fill out my hands when i cupped them.
my waist was small but my hips were wider, not overly big that i was too curvy. just enough that i had an hourglass shape
I turned away from the mirror and made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. I was clad in my dark black pencil skirt that stopped just above my knee and hugged my curves just right. i wore a simple baby blue silk blouse that i had on underneath my black suit jacket.
My hair i wore pulled to the back the majority of it i kept down so that it cascaded down my shoulders in beautiful waves.
I made myself a coffee as the sounds of the shower going on upstairs made me look up. I groaned leaning against the counter as images of Ethan naked standing under the spray ran through my mind.
I gripped the edges of the counter to keep from yanking up my skirt and dealing with the wetness that was already beginning to soak my panties.
Suddenly the trilling of my phone made me jump in surprise. I ran to the table that was littered with my papers for my company meeting and quickly sifted through them digging for my phone.
When i finally got it i placed it to my ear and answered. “hello bobby” i breathed listening carefully as he listed off some key points that the two of us were going to be discussing.
in the meantime the coffee maker finished giving off a soft chime. I walked over to the counter and poured myself a glass and adding 3 sugars,
i never liked milk in my coffee so i always had it black. i took a sip looking at the counter as i replied to everyone of his questions.
i gasped when my coffee cup was pulled out of my hands. i pivoted on my foot to see Ethan taking a swig of my coffee.
I glared swatting my hand at him as he downed my drink. He gave me a wicked grin handing me back my nearly empty cup.
My breath caught in my throat. He was so handsome. He had his fathers eyes, dark brown, almost like molten honey.
and his lips that just screamed seduction and perfection. I bit my lip looking away as i replied to another of bobby’s question.
Over the phone i could hear him sitting down at the table and taking a few pieces of toast to eat. “so i guess that’s it” bobby stated with finality before bidding me goodbye and ‘i’ll see you soon.
with that i snapped my phone closed and grabbed the coffee pot making myself another one.
“thank you for being such an admirable son” i teased sarcastically as i sat down at the table, taking my papers and putting them away neatly.
he gave me a cheeky grin taking another bite of his toast. “always at your service mom.” he chuckled.
20 minutes later i was pulling on my heels while i searched frantically for my car keys. “where the bloody hell did i put those darn keys?” i growled under my breath as i searched once more through my bag.
“looking for these?” i heard from behind me. i turned to see Ethan dangling my keys from his finger a large smile on his lips.
i let out a pent up breath before nodding and taking them from him. “thank you sweetie.” i murmured sticking them into my purse.
“no problem mom. I gotta go, i’ll see you later.” he said stepping up to me and kissing me on the cheek. he did this every morning and like every morning i fought back a blush and the wish that the reason he kissed me was because he meant it as more than just a son saying goodbye to his mother.
“oh! that reminds me. I’m going to be late tonight Ethan, i have a big corporate Gala to go to in a few days and i’m part of the setting up team, so here’s some money to order pizza or what ever you like.” i stated pulling out a 20$ bill and handing it over to Ethan.
“what time will you be coming home?” he asked a frown in place. i shrugged unsure of the time. “probably between 10 and midnight” i rambled off, before ushering him out the door so i could lock up.
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That night when i let myself into the house i made sure to be quite, afraid of waking up Ethan. i slipped off my heels and padded up the stairs, letting out a tired sigh and running my hand through my tangled hair.
Just as i was passing Ethan’s door a muffled groan made me stop. I frowned in curiosity before brushing it off. I moved to take another step when i heard the sound again.
turning,i gently grabbed his door handle and opened it a crack. i peered inside and nearly died right there and went to heaven.
Ethan was standing over his bed, his eyes shut in pure ecstasy, his muscled chest bare and shiny with sweat. He wore only a pair of running shorts that were currently pushed down till they hung off his thighs, while his hand pumped rythmically over his throbbing erection.
from what i could see, Ethan was a solid 9 inches long his girth a good size that his hand was able to circle right around its width.
i instantly became wet, my eyes locking onto Ethan working his hand up and down his penis. I bit my lip to hide my whimper as i leaned against the door frame and trying to fight the itching my hand was having as my body throbbed with need.
The sound of Ethan cursing under his breath made me look up, afraid that he had seen me but when i noted that his eyes were still shut i let out a shaky breath.
He looked older and down right irrestible with his brow furrowed in pleasure and his mouth hanging open slightly as he panted with effort.
He let loose a loud groan as his hand began flying over his cock, his muscles rippling as he started bucking into his hand.
my breathing accelerated as i imagined Ethan making the same noise and movements as he pounded into me.
By now my pussy was throbbing so badly and my panties were completely soaked, causing my juices to begin to run down my thighs.
“oooh fuck” he growled moving his other hand under his cock and massaging his firm balls, his other hand beginning to rub over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum that was leaking from its slit.
i unconciously licked my lips, just wishing that i could taste him on my tongue, and feel his hardness in my mouth.
Then that’s when Ethan came. His back arched, his hips thrusting blindly into his hand as he shot one long string of semen one right after another all over his bed sheets.
he grunted, his chest huffing as he continued to milk his cock of every drop of cum before he stumbled sidways, catching himself on the edge of his bed.
He lied back on the soft covers, running a hand through his hair as his hand still massaged his balls. I gripped onto the edge of the door frame just to keep myself from collapsing to the ground.
My core was now throbbing after seeing him shoot his load. I quickly moved away from his door making sure to be quiet as i stumbled to my room, closing my door behind me.
i all but ran to my bedside table, yanking open the drawer and pulling out the dildo i had bought the year before.
i’ve never needed to get off so badly then i did now. i yanked my skirt up, the fabric bunching up on my hips as i walked over to the edge of my bed frame.
i lifted my leg and hiked it over the railing using it to hold myself in place so i could get the most pleasure out of my masterbating
I quickly pulled aside my soaking panties and lined the dildo up with my entrance. Not wasting any time i pushed the dildo into my pussy letting out a groan of pleasure as it filled me, stretching the walls of my vagina.
I imagined it was Ethan rather than a plastic toy, his hands slipping into my shirt as he thrusted up into me, his hot breath tingling my neck and shoulder.
unconciously i slipped my hand under my bra and started tweaking my nipples as i thrust the dildo into my aching pussy, moaning and sighing with pleasure.
I imagined ethan whispering dirty things in my ear as he slammed his hard dick into me, the feel of his balls slapping against my clit.
“yesss” i moaned breathlessly, undulating my hips as i rocked my hips back and forth, my hand still thrusting the dildo into my pussy.
“oh god…ethan” i let myself whisper, remembering the look on his face as he stroked his cock. I whimpered moving my hand faster as i felt my orgasm coming closer and closer.
“feels so fucking good” i whimpered, my body beginning to shake as my hand moved even faster, the dildo now flying in and out of my pussy as i tried to mimick him slamming his cock into me.
Then suddenly my toes curled and my body quaked as i toppled over the edge of the cliff a loud screech escaping my lips as i climaxed, my hands instantly grabbing the railing i was leaning over using that to keep myself steady as my legs threatened to give out on me, leaving the dildo buried in my pussy.
I hadn’t heard the door open nor the gasp of surprise as i road out the waves of pleasure. almost a minute later my body was still shaking, my breathing eratic as i reached down pulling the dildo out of my soping wet pussy.
i groaned running a hand over my slit and feeling my juices running down my legs. “m-mom?” i heard someone choke out from behind me.
i spun, dropping my leg and saw to my horror Ethan standing there with his jaw dropped wearing a pair of sweat pants and no shirt.
“e-ethan!” i cried, looking at the dildo in my hand and quickly hiding it behind my back and yanking down my skirt in the porcess to hide my nakedness.
“w-what are you doing here?” i murmured looking anywhere else but directly in his eyes. fearing what i would see, after he had caught me masterbating with a fucking plastic dildo.
my cheeks heated to an incredible degree as i waited for his answer. “i-i heard you scream” he mumbled. i was worried.”
“well i-m fine.” i blushed again. “i-i think you should go back to your room” i breathed still not meeting his gaze.
“but i-” he started stopping when i cut him off.
“please just go ethan.” i whispered closing my eyes and biting my lip, trying not to cry with humiliation.
when i heard the click of my door closing i opened my eyes and when i knew i was alone for sure i collpased onto the ground hot tears falling down my cheeks.
how was i going to face ethan after this?

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Joe’s pets

For my Master. Thank you for being you. This is my first story so i hope you all enjoy it.

Fantasy becomes reality

Fantasy becomes reality…
This is a story of how a couple meet for the second time.
Lucy
She stands under the spray of the shower, head tilted back against the cool tile. Her whole body aches, but never has she felt so exhilarated. Shivers are running up and down her spine just thinking about how her life had changed in the last month. Lucy never expected for things to turn out the way they did, but damn she was glad they had.
Lucy is your average girl. She lives in an average home, works an average job, and drives an average car. She is the poster child for average. Lucy is the type of person who takes care of everyone, and everyone depends on. Granted she doesn’t mind doing so, but sometime she wonders if anyone will ever take care of her needs.
Nothing would indicate that lurking deep within her is a fire, a fire the average guy can’t put out. Lucy tried dating your average Joe’s, but vanilla sex isn’t what she craved. She needed someone who understood her need to be controlled. Not someone who treated sex as a formal affair. Manners had no place in her bedroom. She was tired of grunting and faking her way thru her weekly sexual encounter.
She had been with a steady guy for the last three years. He like she was average, but what set them apart was he had no imagination. Don’t misunderstand he is kind and considerate, treating Lucy like a Princess. Ben just lacked the ability to treat Lucy like a queen and fuck her like a whore. Something she always thought about, but was unable to ask the meek and mild mannered Ben for.
Things changed a few weeks ago when Lucy stumbled across a site on the internet advertising fantasy matching. She was intrigued, and thought what could it hurt to check into it. The site was completely confidential, everyone used screen names or numbers to chat. The site was setup in sections of interests. Things such as married couples seeking a third to play, married men or women seeking a side piece, Subs seeking Doms and vise versa, but the title that caught Lucy’s eye was rape fantasies. It was the ultimate form of dominance. The complete lack of power is what really excited her.
Without giving it a second thought she clicked the tab, and opened a whole new world. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. Their were so many like minded people here, all looking to either live out or fulfill this fantasy. She scanned through reading the different things that these men and women were looking for.
Lucy knew she would have to get to know the person a little first. Their was no way she could trust a complete stranger to do these things to her. That is when she came across a profile for a man who seemed to have tastes that matched her own. He was looking for a long term sub. He wanted her open to new and constant challenges such as rape games, and role playing. He mentioned experience wasn’t required, but obedience was. He required a meeting or at the least a few in-depth conversations to discuss expectations and compatibility.
She was scared and nervous, but mostly excited. She doesn’t know what to expect, or even if they would be what the other was looking for. This doesn’t stop her though, before she can talk herself out of it she sent him a message. It reads simply “I am very interested in what you have to offer. What I lack in experience I make up for in enthusiasm. Please respond if you would like to meet. Sincerely Serva.”
Lucy woke up early for work the next day. She stood a little straighter, and had a pep in her step. She couldn’t wait to get home to see if he had written back. She rushed through the day with a smile on her face. When five o’clock came she signed out and headed straight home.
She was anxious to sign on her new account and check for messages, but talked herself out of it. Instead she made pasta, took a shower, and put on her favorite black lace night gown. As she sat down to pull up the screen, the door bell rang. She couldn’t imagine who would be coming by this time of night without calling first. When she opened the door it was Ben. In all of her excitement she had forgotten about today being Friday. Every Friday for the past two and half years she and Ben had a standing “date.” In other words he would come over, and they would talk about things that had happened that week. The night ended with her on her back staring at the ceiling making a mental grocery list or some other mundane mental task.
Tonight she thought just last week this is all I had to look forward too. She had never been so ready for him to leave. Ben never stayed over, not wanted the neighbors to think bad of them. He was always gone but 10:30 at the latest. Ben didn’t like to try new positions. He felt that missionary was the most intimate, they were able to look into each others eyes as they climaxed…or so he thought. Ben had yet to make her cum, hell he couldn’t even get her wet anymore. She actually thought about buying stock in KY Jelly just to recoup some of the money she has spent over the years.
At 10:20 Ben’s car was backing out of her driveway. She hurriedly locked the door, and raced back to her laptop. She grabbed it and headed to the bedroom. Comfortably snuggled in bed she opens the browser again, typing in the already familiar address. The page lights up the screen. She signs in to her personal page, screen name Serva4u. The first thing that catches her attention in the mailbox icon. It doesn’t show any new messages. Lucy is very disappointed. She can’t help, but think maybe this just wasn’t meant to be. Thoroughly dejected she rolls over, fighting back tears, and falls into a fitful sleep.
Ben
Driving home, Ben sat and thought about his situation. He had been with Lucy for three years, and everyone expects him to propose soon. The problem is things weren’t working anymore. He loved her, but he needed excitement. He was forced to make love to her only once a week and in the same position to keep himself at bay. They had met in grade school, and had been friends every since. They started dating their senior year of college. The two of them had a lot in common, and share almost everything. Almost being the key word…
Ben didn’t know how to tell Lucy his secret. He tried to fight the urges, and he had been doing really good with it since they had been together. He wanted to be with Lucy and he knew the only way that could happen was to leave his past behind. She would never speak to him again if she knew the things he liked to do.
It had all started the summer before his sophomore year of high school. He had been doing odd jobs to make the money to buy a car. He mowed lawns, painted, cleaned gutter, and anything else to make a dollar.
One day he got a call from the lady down the street. He had met her and her husband at block parties and other social events. She had gotten divorced about six months earlier, and no one really saw much of her anymore. So he didn’t think anything of it when Mrs. Jones called asking if he could come over and do a few things around her place. He told her that he was booked that day, but he would be over first thing in the morning.
The next morning bright and early he headed down the street to Mrs. Jones’ house. She had told he the day before that she wanted the yard cleaned. Seeing that it was six in the morning he decided not to bother her and just got started. He picked up the limbs, weeded flower beds, and about midday started on the grass. The sun was beating down on him so he took off his shirt. He thought nothing of going without a shirt. Ben had always had a great body thanks to playing sports at school.
He finished the front yard and was heading around back when he heard her calling his name. Ben stepped around the corner, and was shocked to see Mrs. Jones standing there in a white bikini. The suit looked to be a couple sizes to small by the way her tits were spilling out of the top. The bottoms weren’t much better, they were so tight you could clearly see the curves of the lips of her pussy. She must have just came out of the pool because the suit was transparent. Ben was instantly hard.
Ben walked slowly over to her. She ask if he would like something to drink since he had been working so hard. He nodded, unable to speak. When she was inside he tried everything to get his rock hard cock to go down to size. It was useless, he couldn’t get the image of her in that white bikini out of his mind. He did his best to adjust his shorts, and even went as far as to put his shirt on. It didn’t help much, but he convinced himself it wasn’t that noticeable.
A few minutes later Mrs. Jones returned with two glasses and a pitcher iced tea. She told Ben to have a seat by the pool with her. He agreed and followed her to the table and chairs. She sat first and he took a seat on the other side of the table, still hoping to conceal the bulge in his shorts.
Ben didn’t realize that his response to seeing her so scantily dressed was what she had been hoping for. Mrs. Jones had been far from lonely since her divorce, but she was tired of grown men who didn’t know what they were doing. She wanted a boy she could mold into what she needed and wanted. Ben didn’t know it yet, but she had her sights on him.
She had been watching him work in the neighborhood. Sweat dripping down his chest, all she could think about was licking it off. Maria had never thought of herself as a cougar, but then she had never been looking before. She had married Phil when she was 18 and he was 24. He was fresh out of college, and making a fast name for himself in the business world. She never went to college, choosing to do charity work with civic groups in the community. Phil made a good living for them, and since they wanted to start a family it worked for them.
When she was 20, after years of trying, the doctors told her she would be unable to have children. It was a devastating blow to the marriage, both she and Phil had looked forward to starting a family. They got through it with the help of one another, or at least she had. Phil had not given up on his dream to become a father. She found out last year that he had been having multiple affairs, without the use of a condom. Phil finally got his receptionist pregnant, and told Maria that he was leaving.
Maria was hurt and confused. She couldn’t believe that this man that she loved was leaving her for a 19 year old. At 32 Maria was still very attractive, she looked to be in her mid twenties if that. After the initial shock wore off, she was pissed. She hired the best divorce attorney she could find. She ended up with 75% of everything, plus sizable alimony payments. She decided then she didn’t want to work, or get married. She was just going to enjoy herself, and her ex’s money.
She and Ben talked for about an hour. She told him that she wanted to clean out the basement and attic. She ask if their was anyway that he could spend a few more days working around her place. Of course Ben would have agreed to stick his tongue in a bed of fire ants at that point had she ask him too.
After they finished their third glass of iced tea Ben said he needed to be getting back to work. Maria told him when he was done to take a dip in the pool and cool off before heading home. He thanked her, and went back to the yard work. The whole time he was cutting grass all he could think of was Mrs. Jones in her little white bikini.
When he finished he went to tell Mrs. Jones that he was done and collect his money before getting in the pool. He rang the bell three times before he heard what sounded like crying. Ben didn’t think, he reacted. He opened the door, walked in, and started looking for her.
He finally found her laying on the couch in the living room. She still had on the bikini, but now she had the bottoms pulled to the side. She had a large dildo going in and out of her dripping wet pussy. The top was untied from around her neck, she was pinching the fuck out of her nipples. What he had thought was crying was actually screams of pleasure.
Ben didn’t know what to do. He knew he should probably just leave, but his feet like his dick weren’t listening to his brain. He couldn’t do anything but watch this beautiful woman making herself cum. Ben had watched porn, but he had never seen anything like this up close. His girlfriend Cindy let him go down on her after a dance last year, but she kept saying she wasn’t ready for more. Ben on the other hand stayed ready.
Maria knew he was watching her, and she loved every minute of it. The only thing that would have made it better is if he would have walked over to her and took the place of the dildo. She had came in earlier sopping wet thinking about having Ben bend her over and fuck the hell out of her. It had been almost a month since Maria had someone to fuck, so she couldn’t resist grabbing her favorite toy when she heard the lawn mower stop. She knew Ben would be coming to the door soon.
Now for part 2 of her plan. She started moaning and screaming Ben’s name. As her hand went faster she pretended it was Ben. He was floored by what he heard. He couldn’t believe she was thinking about him as she worked her pussy over. About that time she opened her eyes so she was looking at him. Ben gasps and starts to stammer. Maria smiles and asks if he would like to help her with one last thing before going home.
Ben maybe slow, but he isn’t a fool. He almost tripped over his own feet trying to get to her. She just smiled thinking this is going to work better than she had hoped. When he made it to the couch he reached out, but she stopped him and told him to get on his knees. Ben dropped to the floor and ate her pussy like he was starving and this was going to be his last meal. He didn’t have much experience but he was eager to please her. This went on for a good 10 to 20 minutes before she couldn’t take anymore. She told him to take her. While he was fumbling with his pants, she removed her swim suit. She bent over the arm of the couch and waited.
He came up behind her a short time later and lined the head of his dick up with the entrance to her pussy. He placed his hands on her hips, and started easing his hard dick into her tight pussy. She was to worked up to wait, so she slammed her hips back to meet his. Ben almost came right then. It took all his self control and everything he had every read online about sex to keep from blowing his load.
He sped up trying to keep up with her. He couldn’t believe how good she felt. He knew sex would be good, but damn he wasn’t expecting it to be like this. He could feel her tightening her pussy muscles around his dick every time he plunged inside of her. He had his head tilted back, sweat dripping, moaning, hips pumping in and out. Maria couldn’t believe her luck. Ben was a quick study. He was catching on quickly to what she wanted.
Today marked the beginning of their relationship. He worked the rest of the summer for her. No one thought anything of it because of the divorce they all assumed that he was just taking care of the things that had been neglected since her husband left. They didn’t realize how close they were to the truth.
Ben spent his days being educated on the fine art of sex and S&M. Maria was a switch. She liked to dominate as well as submit. She taught Ben about role playing, bondage, group sex and much more.
The first time they had sex with someone else was when Ben’s two cousins came to visit that summer. He told Maria that he wouldn’t be able to visit for a week because they would be down. She ask him if he trust them. He answered quickly that yes they were as close as brothers. She told him to bring them by if he wanted.
Jay and Jeremy were twins and Ben’s cousins. They had been down about two days when Ben broke down and told them about Maria. Of course the news was followed by a round of attaboys. Then he dropped the bomb, telling them that they could go to her house with him to do “yard work” if they wanted to. They both readily agreed that they would all go the next day.
Ben called Maria to tell her they would be by early that morning. At 8 o’clock Ben rang her door bell. They left around 6 that afternoon. After each had filled every hole of her body several times. Maria was thankful for youthful resilience. She had never had three dicks in her at once. The twins being a little older had some experience, but they had nothing on what Ben had learned during the last few weeks.
After they were gone Maria laid in bed fucking herself with her dildo watching the tape they had just made. The boys all looked enough alike to be brothers, which made it that much better. She loved the way the three of them looked sliding their big hard dicks in and out of her. It was like watching gears of a clock, they had the timing just right. One would slide in as the other was sliding out. It was incredible to watch, but it felt a hell of a lot better. She was still sore so she just laid there gently pushing the toy in and out of her tender pussy, enjoying the feeling of their cum still dripping from her.
It was a wild summer to say the least. Ben got his car just before school, thanks to Maria. Ben wasn’t sure if she was going to brake it off now that he was back in school, but that wasn’t the case. He and Maria continued to play around until Ben went off to college. Ben dated so people wouldn’t get suspicious, but Maria was the only one he wanted. She understood how to make his body burn.
While Ben was in college he went home every holiday to visit Maria until the summer before his senior year. When he returned home Maria told him that it was time to end it. He needed to find his own way, his life was just beginning. She moved that July and Ben had not heard from her since.
It was the following school year that he started dating Lucy. He never told her about Maria. He didn’t know how, and he was scared that she wouldn’t understand. Now here he was getting ready to cheat on the only girl he has ever loved because of the need to play these games he learned so long ago. He didn’t understand why, but it was like he had to do it. He had to dominate someone. Maria had taught him the joy of controlling someone, and it has became a need inside of him.
Guilt stricken Ben goes home to his computer and logs on to the new site he has joined. The site is to help match people with others that have similar fantasies. Ben had put up a want ad of sorts a few days ago, not being able to stop himself anymore.
He was surprised to see that he already had seven responses, but one in particular caught his eye. She was new to the game, and that is one of the things he was looking for. Like Maria had done for him he wanted to mold someone to his tastes, while letting them find what suited them.
He typed a quick response telling the girl that if she was serious about wanting to get to know one another the first step was to text him a profile of herself along with a picture. The profile was to tell him what she thought she wanted out of the arrangement, and the picture was to be of her naked except for a pair of black high heels. The catch was that she had to be posed on the edge of a chair with her legs spread, and her hands on knees. This text had to be sent by 3 o’clock the next day. Not 3:01 or 3:30…3:00 or not at all.
He did this to make sure that the girl could follow directions. If she wasn’t able to follow the simple steps that he had laid out then he knew it wouldn’t work. He had too much at stake to risk picking the wrong person. So finished with the email he drifts off to sleep with thoughts of Lucy on his mind.
Lucy
Lucy wakes up exhausted, and fixes coffee for herself. She takes a sip of the first cup and thinks she might live. She sits down at the counter and eats a bowl of cereal, thinking that after she will go and delete her account. She can’t stand all of the waiting, and really Ben was everything she wanted…except in bed.
Lucy opens the page and signs on to her account. She finds the deactivate account button at the bottom of the screen, just before she presses it she notices that she has a message. Renewed hope courses thru her. She clicks on the mailbox and reads the message. It is asking her for a profile of what she wants out of the arrangement and a picture of herself. The guy is very particular about the way he wants these things sent and the time, but this isn’t a problem.
Lucy is excited as she goes about preparing for her picture. She starts by taking a long hot bubble bath. She files her nails as she soaks, thinking about what she will write for her profile. She finishes her nails and bathes, followed by shaving. She has a hard time deciding how she wants to shave her pussy, finally she just shaves it bare. Thinking he will be able to get a better look this way. After washing her hair she gets out. She takes her time drying her body with the large bath sheet. She likes the feel of the terry cloth against her skin, ruff yet soft.
When she’s dry she rubs ever inch of her body in baby oil. Then she wraps herself in the towel, and starts on her hair. Normally Lucy’s hair is a mess of curls, but today she wants something different. So she spends the next hour straightening her unruly hair. Next she paints her nails apple red. When they dry she does her make up. She doesn’t want to over do it so she added mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow for the smoky eye effect, red lip gross finishes off the look. She puts on peep toe black high heels, and goes to the living room.
She’s almost ready! She sets the timer on the camera, and gets on the chair. She is sitting on the edge as requested. Her legs are spread to almost a split position. At this angle her pussy is wide open, and last but not least she plants her hands on her knees, fingers spread. She takes three pictures in slightly different positions to make sure she has a good one. To her surprise she looked hot in all of them. Lucy isn’t use to taking such picture, or even really thinking of herself as sexy. So she was defiantly shocked by the way the pictures turned out. She was very happy with the results though, and she hoped her new friend would be too. Now time for the profile. Lucy sat and thought about it for awhile, and then just decided to be honest….I’m looking for someone to live out my fantasies with. Someone to take the reins and lead me to new heights. Will you be the one to push my limits? Serva…She thought it was short, sweet, and to the point. She waited until 2:45 to send the text. Not wanting to seem overly eager. Now she had nothing to do but wait on a reply from UrFutrDom.
Ben
Ben had woken early and went to the gym as he did most Saturday mornings. Today was different though, today he was trying to work off nervous energy. He couldn’t help but wait and wonder if Serva4u would reply in time.
After the gym he went home and took a shower, fixed breakfast, and headed to the park with his dog Bruce. Bruce was an American Boxer mix he had adopted after college. The dog was a big baby, and loved going to the park. Ben couldn’t think of anything else to pass the time, so he grabbed Bruce’s leash and they headed out.
After a few hours of playing catch, and running they were both worn out. Ben sat on a bench and Bruce sat at his feet. Both of them were catching their breath and relaxing after their work out. Ben had managed to forget about the text until he looked at his watch, it was 2:30. He grabbed his and Bruce’s things and started heading home.
When at home he let Bruce off his leash and head again for the shower. The spray of the hot water eased his mind, but he could stop thinking about his mystery woman. As he lathered his body he reached for his dick, stroking it up and down. The thoughts of having a relationship like the one he had experienced with Maria was to much for him. It didn’t take long before he came. He felt a hell of a lot more relaxed after his shower, but the excitement was still there.
After drying off he checked his computer for messages. It was 3:30 now, so it should be there or it wasn’t coming. Sure enough he had a new message from Serva4u. He read the profile while the picture was uploading. The profile was short, but promising. The picture didn’t take long to finish and he pressed the button to check it out.
He could tell by the thumb nail pic that popped up that she was in the right position. He couldn’t make out her features clearly thought, so he enlarged the picture. When he did he couldn’t believe his eyes, it was the sexist women he had ever seen…his Lucy. He thought this must be a mistake or a joke. His Lucy would never do something like this. She was to sweet and innocent to think about the things he was asking her to do. He decided to play along with whoever had done this. He figured that someone had figured out that it was him and photo shopped the picture as a joke. He thought he was discrete, but maybe someone had seen him on the site at work. Either way he wanted to get to the bottom of this.
Since he knows the person isn’t going to be eager to meet him he sets up a fake text number for them to chat. Thinking that he could lure information that would give him a clue to the persons identity. He writes a message back telling the person the number and the he will be expecting a text at 7 tonight.
Lucy
Lucy had gotten anxious sitting around waiting for a reply so she went grocery shopping. A task normally reserved for Sunday, but seeing as she had nothing else planned it seemed like a good idea. She took her time going up and down each isle regardless if she needed anything from that section or not. After a few hours she had everything she would need for the week. So she checked out and headed home.
As soon as the groceries were put away Lucy rushed to the computer. She was excited to see that he had written back. He wanted her to text him tonight at 7, she looked at the clock it was only a quarter past 5. She had no idea what to do with herself until then.
After straightening up the house, and redoing things just to pass time she decided to take a bath. A bubble bath always seemed to relax her. She turned on her iPod, grabbed a glass of wine, and ran the water. When the bath tub was full, she undressed and stepped in. The hot water, and chilled wine quickly took effect. Lucy closed he eyes and let the music carry her away.
She must have dozed off because when she woke the water was lukewarm. Looking at the time it was half past 6. She let out the water, quickly dried off, and throw on her robe. She went straight to the kitchen to fix herself another glass of wine, and decided at the last minute to just bring the whole bottle.
Back in her room she lays on top of the blanket on the bed. She has 5 minutes before she is suppose to text him. She can’t believe how naughty she feels. She sits her glass on the bedside table, and undoes her robe. She takes the phone at exactly 7 and types “Hi.” As she’s waiting for a reply she starts to trail her fingertips down her body. She reaches her breast first, she lifts them both in her hands feeling the weight. Slowly she begins to massage them. Working her finger to the nipple and squeezing gently.
It isn’t long before she hears the familiar ping of her phone. She opens her eyes and reaches over to pick it up. The text simply says, “I want to get to know you.” She replies that she is hoping that they will get to know each other very well. It didn’t take long before the ping came again. This time it reads “That is my hope also, you did very well with your first task. I was pleased with the picture and profile.”
Lucy was ecstatic she was hoping he would like them, but nervous that he wouldn’t. She didn’t receive much praise, the things she did were expected because she just always had. No one took the time to thank her, or make her feel appreciated. She didn’t realize how much she wanted a kind word here and there. She was a people pleaser, a natural submissive, but she was also a go-getter. If something needed to be done she just did it, no questions ask. She knew then that she needed this more than she had thought. She needed someone to take the load off her shoulders.
Lucy knew most people wouldn’t understand, but not having to think about every move and how it effected others would be a gift. She had read many books and articles on what it was to be a submissive, and they all sounded so appealing. She wanted this for herself and her sanity. This is the freedom that she sought.
Ben
Ben was floored the number that text him was Lucy’s. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it being her. He text her a few times, but nothing to leading. He just wasn’t sure what he would do if it was her. He wanted to share his real self with her, but he didn’t know how she would react. Right now he was still a stranger.
So he decided to ask her the big questions, why she decided she wanted to do this, and was she seeing anyone. Her reply took sometime coming, but when it did it read like this “ I decided to do this because I think this is the real me. I am responsible for a lot at work, and the people in my life. I like to please those around me, but the pressure gets to me. I want to have someone take that away, to make me feel as if the simple things count. I know that a submissive is praised and punished for their actions, and that is something I like the sound of… not expectations and disappointment. I want the release I think will come from this. To answer you second question, yes I have someone in my life. I love him very much, but he wouldn’t understand this. I don’t want to lose him, but I feel this is a need I can’t deny anymore. Is that a problem?”
Ben knew then that it was Lucy, and they were hiding the same secret. He didn’t know how he had missed this all this time. His sweet innocent Lucy needed to be loved in a way that he understood all to well. They continued texting all night and into the morning.
The texts went on for a couple weeks or more. When they talked on the phone or seen one another they acted as if nothing was going on. She never let on what she was doing, although when she looked at him there was a sadness in her eyes. He knew Lucy hated to lie and the guilt was probably the cause. He couldn’t come out and tell her that he was the one she had been talking to, but he had to let her know soon. That Friday night after their usual round of love making he went home and decided to end the game. If she went with what he was about to propose he knew that they would make it. They would be able to be together in the way they both wanted.
He text her saying “ You also mentioned in your first letter that you were interested in what I had to offer. Well I would like to meet you, and play a game. I have always wanted to try to role play a rape. You will have to leave a door or window unlocked for me, if your interested. It would be a fantasy come true for me. You will need a safe word, and understand I wont hurt you. If it gets to be to much you will only need to say the word and all play will stop.”
He sat and waited for what seemed like hours, but was more like a few minutes before he received a reply. “I have grown to trust you, but the thought both scares and excites me. I would like to try to do this. When were you thinking? My safe word will be apple.”
He is shocked that she is willing to do this, but his dick is so hard thinking about it that he can’t stop now. He tells her Saturday night. He asks her to send an address and to leave the back door unlocked. She asks a time, but he tells her that if he gave her that she would be expecting him. He said he wanted it to be as realistic as possible. She agreed to the terms and that ended the conversation.
They text the rest of the week, never again bring up their “date” for Saturday. They met on Friday as they normally do. This time was different though. She had circles under her eyes, he could tell she hadn’t been sleeping well. He knew it was his fault, and wondered if she was having second thoughts. He himself was wondering if this is the last time she would ever want to see him after tomorrow night.
When he got home he text and ask her if they were still on for tomorrow. She replied that they were. He knew then that she was worried about him, not the upcoming visit. The thought that he had been dragging this out instead of being honest with her was killing him. He hated knowing that he was the reason she had looked the way she had tonight. He was glad that tomorrow one way or the other it would be over.
Lucy
Saturday she went shopping. She went to an adult novelty store, she had never visited one before. Then again there were a lot of things Lucy had never done before. This was going to be a day of firsts for her. She ended up buying four scarves, a vibrating dildo, anal beads, lube, and of course lingerie… a black corset, a black crotchless thong, thigh highs, and black heels. She wanted to look sexy for him, but she made sure everything was made of lace so it would rip easily. The corset left her breast completely bare and stopped a few inches above her navel. The thong was see thru lace in the front with tiny ribbons tied on the sides. The thigh highs made her legs look like they went on forever, with help from the four inch heels of course. She looked like a classy hooker, but she loved the look.
Next she went to and got waxed, had her nails done, and lastly was her hair. By the time she made it home it was already 7 p.m.. She ate dinner, got a bath, and started preparing for the night. She laid out all of her new items on the bed, and got dressed. She put on some music as she done her makeup. She was still very nervous so she fixed herself a glass of wine and tried to relax.
After getting ready she laid on the bed, not exactly sure what she should be doing. She laid there thinking and watching the clock tick. The last time she looked at the clock it was 10:30, and then she drifted off to sleep.
Ben
Ben had been outside since about 8. He had parked down the street so she wouldn’t see his car. He walked into the backyard and hid in the bushes, watching her through the window. She looked so fucking hot getting dressed. He had never seen her in anything like that before. He wanted to walk in rip it off and spank her ass for hiding herself from him. His dick was so hard he could drive nails with it. He had to have her, but for this to work he had to wait. As hard as it was that is what he did. He waited for her to get good and asleep before he made his way into the house.
He walked in to the bedroom where Lucy slept. She looked so peaceful he almost hated to disturb her, he had to remind himself that is what he was there for. Ben walked quietly over to the bed, and chuckle under my breath. My little slut has went out and bought toys for us, how thoughtful. He looked at her wondering if he should have bought a mask. He knew she was going to freak out when she realized he was her Dom.
Lucy
Lucy was in a deep sleep. The mixture of excitement and wine had left her exhausted. She had wanted to wait up on “Dom” as she had begun referring to him, but her eyes had gotten so heavy there was no fighting anymore. She never heard him enter the house or room. She was dreaming of a handsome man fucking her into oblivion, making her cum back to back until she was to sore to move.
The next thing she knows she is startled out of her dream by someone blindfolding her. She is still in a daze and doesn’t realize yet what is going on. She is scared and cries out. The person doesn’t answer. She tries to think of all of the self defense moves she learned at the Y, but nothing is coming to her. She kicks and claws, but can’t see what she’s aiming for. She feels her hands being tied behind her back. She tries to struggle, but it’s no use this person is much stronger than her. She tries to clam down, and think. That’s when she remembers her “date.”
Ben
Ben is very excited. The way Lucy is fighting him you would think she didn’t know what was going on. She was really giving him hell, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He didn’t want to hurt her so he tied her hands behind her back. He liked the way she looked laying there dressed in her sexy outfit, silk scarves tied around her eyes and hands. She looked like a present just for him. He undressed while he watched her squirm. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do.
He crawled up the bed and knelled over Lucy’s mouth. When he tried to put his dick in she refused to open her mouth. He grabbed his dick and gently slapped her with it, rubbing her face and lips. She moaned and opened her mouth. Her warm wet tongue felt so damn good as she sucked him. He tried to go slow, but before long he was face fucking her hard. He was shocked how easily she deep throated him. He was getting into it, and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Lucy must have realized it too because when he pulled back she started begging him to stop, but Ben had other plans. He pulled back and shot his load all over her face and tits. Lucy opened her mouth and caught some of it. The rest was on her cheeks and chest. She looked so good covered in cum.
When he had finished emptying himself he got up. Lucy felt the bed shift, and ask him where he was going. He never spoke knowing she would recognize his voice if he did. He left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. There he found an ice bucket and filled it.
Ben returned to the bedroom ready to play. First he climbed back beside Lucy and started ripping off her clothes. Buttons popped and lace ripped as he went about undressing her. She kept telling him no that she would give him anything if he didn’t do this. He knew she was playing because she never said the safe word.
Lucy
Once she realized what was going on she really got into the act. She tried to deny him entrance to her mouth, but they both knew she wanted it. She loved the way he took control and fucked her face. Lucy had always loved the taste of cum, so she begged him to stop when she knew he was ready. She was happy he hadn’t listened. She could still feel his gooey spunk all over her. She wished her hands were free so she could taste more of it, or at least rub it into her skin. When he got up to leave she got a little nervous not knowing if he was done, or what he had in mind next. He wasn’t gone long before he returned and started ripping her outfit off. That made her so hot, her pussy was dripping thinking of what he might do next. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. After her clothes were removed she felt him moving beside her.
She felt something wet and cold being dripped on her. The sensation surprised her at first, she barely had time to recover before she felt ice tracing the curves of her body. Everywhere the ice went his mouth followed. The sudden cold then hot had her shuddering. It was different, but it felt so good. She was moaning and in the same breath asking him to stop. Each time she did he would trace one of her nipples or her clit and then gently nibble on them. The more he done it the more she begged. It was such a turn on for her. She was on fire, but the constant rotation in spots kept her from reaching her peak.
He played a while longer before he nudged her to roll over. She did so with his help and got onto her knees. He propped pillows under her since she was only able to use her elbows. She heard him opening the toys and things she had bought earlier. She didn’t have a clue what he would use first, but she was excited none the less.
The next thing she felt was a sticky finger rubbing her puckered asshole. She knew he must have lubed it. He was working his finger inside her. Her virgin ass didn’t take long to open up. She was too horny to tense up. Before long he had two fingers working in and out of her. She was wiggling her ass, breathing out breathy no’s and stop’s.
He removed his fingers and she let out a sigh of disappointment. The fingers were soon replaced with the anal beads, and damn did they feel good. She was moaning again waiting on the next thing he had planned. The sound of the vibrator being turned on gave her a thrill. He ran it from her neck down she spine, giving her the shivers. Down he went rubbing the crack of her ass to the top of her pussy. She was shaking she was so ready to cum. He retraced the slit of her pussy a few times before inserting it into her. Ben turned the vibe onto the lowest setting insuring she wouldn’t get off from it.
This frustrated the hell out of Lucy. She needed to cum. She was done with the game. She was begging for release now. She wanted to feel him, and he didn’t keep her waiting. He turned off the vibe and placed it to the side. He took his place behind her and without any hesitations he plunged deep inside of her. She gave a moan of appreciation as he did. Ben started pumping as if his life depended on it. Lucy met him thrust for thrust. She was so close. Ben felt her tightening around him and knew she was ready to explode. He picked up the pace and just as Lucy started to cum, he started pulling out the anal beads. Her orgasm triggered his and they were both gone on that feeling. When they had both finished they collapsed on their sides, him spooning her trying to catch their breath.
After a long pause Lucy asks him to untie her. When he did she slowly removed her blindfold. She turns and takes a look at her “Dom.” She gasps when she sees Ben lying beside her. She can’t believe this man, her Ben is the one that just made her shatter.
They spend the rest of the night talking and fucking. They couldn’t get over how much they have in common. Things they never knew, they never knew. It was like meeting for the first time. They were both pleased that the other was so open and ready to travel down this road together.
That night changed everything for them. Ben and Lucy moved in together, and six months later were married. They have not been bored a minute since. They continue to play their games, and meet one another’s needs. Neither has returned to the site in which they met. They have everything they could want.

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Karen’s Story-4

Dear reader, this is going to be the fourth instalment of the misadventures of Karen, her brother and me. I’d like to thank everyone who was kind enough to send me a comment, either by public bulletin board, or via e-mail. I love to hear your comments and suggestions. It is always nice to know that your work is read. So I’d love to hear from you about this episode. Greetings, Darklord.
A week after I fucked Jeanine, Karen’s sister, while she was watching, I viewed the tape we made of that event with Peter. We were in his room, and he was dying to see this tape. He put it in the VCR.
“Hey man, close the door,” he said to me. I got up and closed the door. Although we were the only ones home, you could never know.
“Wow, look at that shit.”
“What?” I sat down next to him on his couch.
” I never realized that Jeanine doesn’t look bad naked. Not bad at all. And Karen, she’s so fucking sexy, even if she’s just sitting there.”
But Karen didn’t remain seated. The moment in which she put the dildo in her cunt got Peter really horny. “Jesus. Man I hope you don’t mind, but I gotta beat my meat when I see this.” He zipped down and pulled out his hard cock. At first I tried not to look at it, focusing on the screen. Karen was moving the dildo in en out of her cunt. But I got curious and took a peek at his cock. It looked pretty good: about 7 inches, uncut, but thick. A nice size. I could understand why Karen had enjoyed being fucked by it. Peter had shaved all his pubic hair, and his crotch area was totally clean.
“You can look if you want. And you can jerk off too, I don’t mind, man. Just relax.”
It still felt kind of awkward to be jerking off next to Karen’s brother, but I thought, what the heck. Besides, although I had seen the video before (and of course had participated in it), it still got me horny. I had a big boner. I pulled down my pants and started to stroke my cock.
On screen Karen was pressing the dildo at my ass while I was fucking her sister.
“Wow, did she really put that thing in your ass?” Pete asked.
“No, she only pressed it against my hole, but it got me off immediately.”
When the video was finished, Pete turned to me, watching my dick. “Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by another guy?” he asked.
“Huh, sure. Plenty of times. I do like it when Karen plays with my hole. I like it when she puts a finger up my ass or if she rims it.” I felt really relaxed with this guy and was willing to discuss almost anything with him.
“Really? Me too. I love it when they play with my ass. Can I tell you a secret?”
I stopped stroking my cock, curious of what he had to say. I nodded.
“Don’t stop jerking off, it looks great.”
I continued.
“My ex had a strap on and she fucked me a couple of times with it,” Peter confessed. This got me even harder. I started to stroke my cock faster.
“Really? Fucking hell. How did it feel?”
“Very strange at first, but after a while really good. It’s like, they have the power all of a sudden. It was great to feel submissive for once. Usually I take control,” Pete panted.
“I know,” I was revering to the time he fucked his sister outside of the bathroom. He practically took her like she had no choice.
“You’re not pissed about that, are you?” Pete asked, a little concerned.
“No man, actually I found it a very hot story. After Karen told me, it gave me a hard on every time I thought about it.”
“Karen has a hell of a nice pussy. Maybe the best I’ve ever fucked,” Pete said. Then he moved towards me and he removed my hand from my cock. He looked me straight in the eye and grabbed my cock in his hand. He started to stroke me. Slowly at first, but he turned up the speed after a short while. It felt great to be beat off by a guy.
While his hand was moving up and down my shaft he asked if another guy ever jerked me off. “Sure,” I said, “In high school I had a jerk off buddy. We jerked off plenty of times.”
“Did it go any further?”
“Not really. Basically some touching and jerking.”
Pete tightened his grip on my dick and jerked even harder. I was close to cumming. He could tell by looking at my face. “You know what I’d really like, Robert?”
“W-what?” it was hard for me to speak, since I was on the verge of shooting my cum. Peter moved over my body, till his face was only inches from mine. It could feel his hot breath on my mouth.
“I would love to fuck Karen again. I would love to stuff my dick in my sister’s pussy again. Maybe we could fuck her together…” he said, his eyes filled with lust, his left hand jerking me off, the right hand cupping my balls. That got me off: “Aaaah!” I spurted my cum in the air. Three thick blasts landed on my stomach and on his hands. It took me some time to recover. Peter let go of my dick and sat back on the couch. Slowly I realized what he had said, what he was proposing. I didn’t say anything. Just looked at him, at his erection. God, he really had a good-looking prick. Don’t get me wrong, I am a heterosexual man, but somehow Peter got to me. He was a sexy guy.
Peter pointed at his dick. “You wanna give me a hand, dear brother-in-law?” he smiled. I smiled back and took his dick in my hand. I started to jerk him off.
“Yeah, Robert, that’s it. Faster. Jerk me off faster. Aaah, aaah, I’m, cumming…now!” and he spurted his cum, just like I did a few moments ago. That day our pact was signed in sperm. The sex roller coaster ride that started a few weeks ago, was getting to the next stage.
That night Karen was sitting naked on the toilet with the lit down. She was shaving her mound, while I shaved my faced and told her what happened.
“What, you guys jerked each other off?” Karen said surprised. I just nodded. “And he proposed that we three should fuck together?” I nodded again. Karen finished her cunt and wiped off the remaining shaving cream with a towel. “That little fuck!” She seemed angry.
I got on my knees in front of her. And kissed her on the mouth. “Do you mind that we got each other off?”
“No, not really. But I thought that we decided that Peter and I wouldn’t fuck each other anymore, right?” I kissed her again, meanwhile my hand caressed her clean-shaven pussy. “Hmm, nice,” I said.
“Come on, Robert. Answer me. What do you think about all this?”
“Honestly, honey. I don’t know. I liked what he did to me, and, frankly, I like your brother a lot. He’s a nice guy. And I love you. I want you to have fun…” I put two fingers in her pussy and started to feel her up. Then I took them out and sucked on them, tasting her pussy juice.
Karen answered: “I’ll call him tomorrow.” I grabbed my mobile out of my pocket and gave it to her. “Why not call him now, there is no time like the present.”
She dialled his number and he answered. While the conversation took place, I was fingering her pussy. I started with two fingers up her cunt, and caressed her clit with my thumb.
“Pete, we have to talk!” Karen yelled at him.
“Sure sis, what about?”
“Well, what do you think?”
“Ooh, Robert told you huh. So what about it? You seem mad.”
Karen was letting go a low moan, her cunt was soaked. I added a third finger up her tight cunt, it would barely fit. “Pete, are you manipulating Robert, so you can fuck me again? I need to know.”
Peter must have cracked a smile on the other side of the phone. I think he could hear her soaking cunt. “Are you playing with yourself, Sis?” he asked her.
“No, Robert is fingering me.”
“Where are you?”
“I am sitting naked on the toilet, and Robert is….ooh, aaah, he’s got three fingers up my cunt and ….aaah ….aaaah, oh yes! Yes!” Her climax came unsuspected, but welcome nonetheless. Her pussy was flowing with juice. I started to lick it from her labia, like a little thirsty puppy.
“Ooh, Karen, this is so hot. I’ve got my hand wrapped around my cock. I’m jerking off right now!” Peter said at the other side of the line. All of a sudden I was hoping he was talking on his mobile phone, and not on one of the house telephone lines. They had a connected system, and anyone picking up a phone could listen in. On the other hand, that thought made me very hot. I unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down. As soon as my cock got released from its confines Karen grabbed my cock and started to stroke it.
“What are you doing now Karen, tell me?” Peter wanted to know.
“Now, my dear brother I am stroking Rob’s wonderful cock.” Karen said smiling.
“Is he hard?”
“Yes, very hard, and thick. I just love the way his head shines with pre-cum. I just love that circumcised cock of his,” Karen said. She could hear Peter stroke his hard-on on the other side of the line. She imagined what this scene must look like: he was probably sitting behind his desk, his feet pressed against his desk, his legs wide. His phone on speaker mode., lying somewhere on the desk, his nice hard cock in his hand. Stroking his foreskin over its head. I could tell the thought made her even hornier; her cunt started to flow her pussy juice again. She also started to stroke me harder. She knew this was the right time to ask her brother again:
“Tell me Pete, are you manipulating Rob and me, just so you can fuck me again?”
Peter panted “My dear sister. I’ll be frank with you. I would love to fuck your cunt again. Ever since that night, I’ve been thinking about doing it to you again. I really loved fucking you.”
Karen let go of my cock and started to rub her clit. “Yes, it was nice. But we both know what this is leading to, and I don’t want that…”
“Are you sure?” Peter replied. “I love you, and I am very fond if Robert. I wasn’t manipulating him so I can fuck you. I don’t want to stand in between you guys, I think you make a great couple. I just don’t see why we couldn’t fuck each other, all three of us. You know I’ve had this bi-vibe going on, for a while.”
That was true, they had often talked about it, as they had talked about almost anything.
“Oh, oh-kay. I guess… it’s gonna be fine then….” she whispered.
I got near her, and pressed my cock at Karen’s entrance. She gave me a small nod, and then I shoved my cock all the way in her tight cunt. God, she was so fucking wet, I slipped in easily.
“Ooh, God….” she moaned.
“Karen, is Rob fucking you right now?”
“Y-yessssssssss,” she hissed. I was pounding in to her cunt. All the way in her, then pulling my cock out all the way, and then pushing it in her again. Her whole body was shaking, and she almost let the phone drop.
“This is so fucking horny,” she heard Peter say. “I am shooting my load right now!” Then she didn’t hear from him for a couple of seconds. And she didn’t care. She placed the phone on the washing machine, held my shoulders and locked her legs around my middle, so I had more balance. Only my cock touched her at that moment, going in and out of her wet slit. With my free hands I squeezed her nipples hard.
“Yeah, Rob, go on, fuck me. Fuck my cunt, harder! Please, make me cum again. Go on, fuck meeeeeeee!!!!!!” and she came again. She grabbed my head and pulled her tongue in my mouth. I felt her exploring every inch of my mouth. I loved it when she did that. Then she let go of me, and placed her feet on the ground. “Please honey, my cunt is fucked raw… pull out, it’s starting to hurt.”
I was almost there, but did as she asked. Her cunt lips were indeed very red. I started to beat off again. Karen was still out of this world.
“Hey sis?!” Peter yelled through the phone. Karen picked up the phone.
“Yeah bro?”
“This was really fucking hot. So what do you think?”
Karen got off the toilet, the seat was wet with her sweat. She held on to the sink to keep her balance and said: “Well, I’d say it is a nice start. Talk to you later.” And hung up on her brother. “Wow, my legs are still shaking,” she commented. I looked at her wonderful ass – the small cheeks, that perfect crack in the middle – and when I thought about what just transpired, I got even harder. I hadn’t cum and needed to climax badly. So I grabbed Karen by her hips and pulled her against me. My cock was slipping between the crack of her ass. “Karen, I gotta cum, I’m so hot.”
“I’ll suck you off, okay?”
Somehow that didn’t seem sufficient right now. I pushed my cock against her harder and it slipped back into her cunt. It indeed felt a bit raw, but I didn’t care at the moment. I started the push until my cock head was pushing at her cervix. “OOOHHHHHH!” Karen moaned. She fell against the wall, and I thrust even harder. I pressed her tits against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, and resumed my pounding into her. I had no mercy for my little horny slut. I remembered that she liked dirty talk. I remembered the dream she had a few nights ago, in which Raymond practically raped her. I guessed this sort of stuff turned her on. So I got into the part:
“You fucking slut, you take my cock. Understand? I’ll give you the fucking you need, you hear me?” I yelled at her. Her breasts were being crushed against the wall, while my cock was pounding into her cunt. She got wet again.
I pressed my left hand between her and the wall, so I could touch her clit. “Now, fucking slut. Make me cum, goddammit. Take it!”
“Yeah honey. Give it to me. Shove your cock up my cunt!” she screamed.
“You like to play rough, don’t you?” I said. She just moaned. I was on the verge of blasting her cunt full of cum. “Tell me what you are!” I demanded.
“I am a hot horny little cum slut. I am your whore, your slut!”
“Exactly!” I yelled. I felt a familiar tingle in my balls, and then I released my load into her cunt.
“Yes, Robert, I feel your cum. Ooh, it’s so fucking hot. Yeah, fill me up. Drench my little pussy with you load! Aaaahhhh.” I think she came again, but I didn’t really care at that moment. She was just a cunt I had to fuck, that’s how it felt. No love involved, just pure lust and sex. Rough. I was so wild, I ripped my cock out of her cunt and pressed the head of my cock against her ass. The head was slippery, so it slipped away from her puckered little hole.
“Pull open your ass cheeks, cunt,” I demanded. Karen obliged. Although she was never fucked in the ass as far as I could tell. I looked at her lovely ass, that lovely whole I rimmed so many times before today. I pressed the head of my cock against it, and it did slip in her ass, just an inch or so. Karen cried out of pain. I slipped out my fuck tool, but wasn’t ready to leave it at that. I re-entered my cock, this time it went even further up her ass. I felt her hole stretch out more, and I really loved the pressure ion my dick. Her cunt was tight, but her ass was (not surprisingly) even tighter. God, if it was only possible, I’d love to live in that ass of hers. My cock was halfway in, which was far enough to let it stay there by itself. I looked down and saw my prick disappear into her ass.
I left my cock there for a moment, so she could get used to this big thing filling her up from behind. “Ooooh, God. It is so fucking big. It feels like you’re tearing me apart… almost.” Karen cried. I slipped my cock out of her ass. Her stretched hole stayed open a little while. Karen turned around, her face was red with exertion. My cock was still hard. “Let’s move to the bed,” I said. Karen followed me to the bedroom. Obediently she got on her hands and knees. Her beautiful ass was pointed right at my face. I got behind her and started to lick her cheeks. I started with the left globe of her ass, then licked her right one. Then I liked her puckered hole. My tongue slipped in easily, after my dick had been there.
Karen started to hum, which meant she was heaving a good time. After rimming her ass for about five minutes, I decided it was time to cum in her ass. I moved to her face, and shove my cock into her mouth. She took it in and I fucked her mouth for a while. Karen sat on her knees and took my cock out of her mouth. She started to lick my fuck tool with her tongue, making it wet all over. “Hmmm, I never knew my ass tasted like this,” she said.
“You like it?” I asked. She nodded. “Good,” I smiled. Then I got behind her. She was lying on her stomach, as I entered her ass. It was still very tight, and it hurt her, but I pushed on until my whole cock was buried to its root into her. My balls were leaning on her ass-cheeks. Then I started to fuck her. Harder and harder. Her anus felt so hot, even hotter than her pussy.
She clutched the sheets she was lying on for support. Her right side of her face lay on the bed, her mouth open, panting for air. “God, it h-hurts like hell….” she cried.
“Want me to stop?” I asked her with a coarse voice.
“N-no, go on, fuck it!”
“Good, I wouldn’t have stopped anyway,” I smiled mischievously. I lay my head on hers and licked her lips whenever I could. She licked me back with her tongue, until I fucked her so hard, we were both moving too fast. Then we were only crashing into one another. We didn’t speak, I just fucked her. Speeding up with each stroke, until I couldn’t hold it any more. I spurted my cum into her ass.
“Ooh, man! That feels hot!” I yelled.
“Yes, it does. It feels great, your cum in my ass! I wish we had done this months ago!” Karen cried. After my cock was ready releasing my load I pulled out. Karen broke a wind, which made us both laugh. She sat down or her ass, which was quite red. Cum started to drip out of her ass. “Oops, I guess we have to clean up the bed again,” she chuckled. I had an idea. “Hold on,” I said. I went to the living room and came back with her digital camera. “Let’s shoot a picture, for Peter,” I joked.
“Sure, she said. I took a picture of her ass dripping with my cum. Then she turned around, opened her ass in front of my lens, and I took a couple more pictures. You could she her ass was sore inside, and cum and stuff dripping out of her. I loved the sight. Karen sat down on her ass again, crossing her legs.
She looked at my cock and started to pull it towards her. “Now, let’s finish this the way we should.” She totally surprised me when he stuck my dick into her mouth and sucked on it. Then she took it out and cleaned it with her tongue. She left the head for last, slipping her tongue on my pee hole. After she was finished, she gave me a warm wet kiss. Her tongue tasted bitter, which wasn’t surprising: the combination of my sperm and her ass. “What is mine shall be yours, and what’s yours shall be mine,” she said. We hugged. God, I really loved that horny girlfriend of mine. I wondered what would be next. For now we lay against each other. She was lying on her side, I held her close to me, pressing my limp cock against her ass. We fell asleep.
That weekend was going to be the last weekend we would spent together for a while. I was flying out to Cairo on Sunday night, where I would spent about six weeks shooting a romantic comedy. Scenes were also planned in Morocco and Las Vegas. So I wouldn’t see my babe for more than a month. This was going to be a trial. On Saturday night, Karen, Peter and I went out to Para disco, a club in downtown Amsterdam, to see the band ‘Cave In’ play. After the concert, there was a party in Para disco, with DJ’s and stuff, so we spent the whole night over there. Drinking, dancing, and fooling around. At one point Peter was smooching with some Indian girl that had great tits. He was dancing with her on the dance floor like there was no tomorrow.
This was a good moment for Karen and I to slip away and go to the bathroom. We slipped into the men’s room and went into a booth. We started kissing each other.
“God, Rob. I am so fucking horny. Feel,” Karen said. I zipped open her tight pants and tried to pull the fucker down. It was very tight, and I pulled down her underwear with it in one move. With the trousers around her knees, she couldn’t move very well. I put my middle finger in her cunt and discovered that she wasn’t lying. I fingered her cunt for a while and slipped my wet finger in my mouth. Then I put it back in her cunny, only to move it more to her back and stroke my nail across her asshole. “Man, you know my ass still hurts from that anal fuck?” Karen asked.
“But what a fuck it was,” I said while I inserted the finger in her ass. Karen kissed me. Her tongue propping my mouth. I fingered her ass for a while.
“Attention people, it is closing time!” somebody yelled in the hallway. It must’ve been four o’clock. Karen held my hand, pulled it and my finger popped out of her ass. She took the finger and sucked on it. “We’ll do this later, okay?” I nodded. Karen pulled up her pants.
We met Peter upstairs. “Oh there you guys are.”
“Where is your little Indian princess?” Karen asked.
“She had to take the first train home. She had to go to church tomorrow,” he said sadly.
“Don’t worry,” we’ll comfort you. Come on guys, let’s get a cab,” Karen said.
We took a cab to my place, which is on the edge of the centre of town. So only moments later we were sitting on my couch. Peter had brought some pot with him and he was rolling a joint. I got a bottle of Bailey’s from the cabinet and sat down next to Peter on the couch.
Karen’s bladder was about to explode “God, I really have to take a piss. Too much fucking beer…!” She opened the buttons of her trousers, but had a hard time getting out of them.
I looked at Peter “Always a lady.” He laughed, lit up the joint, took a whiff and passed it on to me. I usually don’t smoke, just on special occasions. Karen let herself fall between us on the couch. “Jesus Christ. I can’t even get my trousers off anymore. Fuck.” She took a whiff of the joint too and gave it back to Peter.
He said “Well, I don’t mind if you don’t wear them.”
Karen smiled to both of us. “Well, I don’t think you gentlemen are strong enough to pull down these tight slacks. I’ve sweat so much on the dance floor, I think they’ll stick on me forever.” Peter and I were just the guys for this kind of challenge.
“Lay down,” I said. Karen slid down to the edge of the couch. Peter and I both took a trouser-leg and started to pull. They were stuck indeed. Pete and I looked at each other. “Let’s try again, shall we,” he said. And we pulled again. Nothing seemed to happen.
“Come on guys, hurry up, I really have got to pee!!” Karen yelled, panic in her voice.
“Turn around, on your knees,” I suggested. She turned around. Pete and I were admiring the beautiful curves of her ass. I grabbed the top of her trousers and started to pull the fabric down. Slowly it did go down. Of course I pulled her underwear down also, but she didn’t care. Slowly the top of her ass crack got revealed. I pulled down her trousers even more, slowly revealing more and more of her beautiful ass. I heard Peter sight. He must have had a big boner in his pants by now. Finally the pants were down. Karen got up, stepped out of them. We got a short glimpse of her pussy, before she ran into the bathroom.
Peter and I chased her. “Don’t pee yet!” Peter yelled back. “Pee in the bathtub. I want to see my sister take a piss!” He said with a horny voice. Yep, his boner was getting hard: I could see the outline of his growing cock in his pants. Karen was standing in the bathtub, and was already peeing when we got in. It was a great sight though: Karen, naked from the waist down, her golden shower pouring from her cunt lips in to the bathtub, soaking her own feet and her lower legs. “Ooooohh, that’s a relieve,” she sighted. “Fuck those tight trousers. From now on, I’ll only wear skirts!” she said. Pete watched fascinated at his peeing sister. He started to stroke his cock through his trousers. When Karen was finished, she wanted to wipe her pussy clean with some paper towels.
“No, let me handle that,” Peter said. He went to the bathtub and put his mouth against her pussy. He started to lick her labia. This got me hard, I can tell you. Karen held on to his head, pushing him tight against her pussy. “Hmmmm, that’s nice Pete, thanks,” she said grateful. I took off my pants. My cock was rock hard. Karen took off her top and her bra. Now she was totally naked. Peter disengaged from her pussy. I was naked now too and stepped into the bathtub. I stood close to Karen, my cock pressing against her stomach. We kissed.
“Hon,” I said, “I gotta pee bad too.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
I pressed hard and a weak stream of piss came out of my pee hole. As every man will know, it’s not easy pissing with a hard-on, but I managed. The drops hit Karen’s stomach, below her bellybutton. She grabbed my dick and pushed it in her cunny as far as it could go. I pissed inside her cunt, although everything fell out immediately of course. “Hold it,” she demanded. Karen lay down in the bathtub, “Okay, let it go.” I pointed at her and pied all over her body. She moved her hands on her breasts like she was rubbing it in. “Move up, I want it in my mouth,” she said. But it was too late. I was already done.
“I’ve got some for you,” Peter said. He was standing naked and was ready to go. He stepped over Karen in the bathtub, and squatted down so his cock was close to her mouth. He started to pee. Karen opened her mouth and caught most of it. “Hmmm, yummy she said.” She swallowed some, but let most of it just drop out of her mouth again. Then Pete was done too.
We showered after that, soaping up each other. Then we were back in the living room, having some drinks. It was early dawn and the sun was showing it’s first rays of light. The sky was painted a beautiful red, announcing it would be a cold day. Karen stood against the window, looking outside. She wore her robe. I moved towards her and kissed her in her neck while I put my arms around her. I had to fly out in a couple of hours and I was going to miss this girl for a long time. I cupped her breasts under her robe, and pinched her nipples.
“MMMMM, more babe,” she said quietly. I also pressed my hard-on against her back. I wore my robe, which was open at the front. Karen turned around and we kissed for a long time. I dropped her robe to the floor, and got out of mine. Karen leaned against the window as I entered her wet cunt. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and she began to moan
in the same rhythm that I plunged my cock into her. Since this wasn’t a very high building, people across the street would be able to see us fucking. Actually a parking agent and a woman stood still and watched how I pumped my cock in and out of Karen’s cunt.
Peter moaned. He was jerking himself off on the couch. Karen looked at him and smiled. She looked at his cock, and realised once more how much she longed for that cock. I said “We are neglecting our guest.” I walked Karen over to the couch, my cock still buried deep inside her. I was able to keep it in her cunt while I turned her around and she sat down on all fours.
“You know brother, I never really sucked your cock before,” Karen said matter of factly, and then took his cock into her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down his cock head at the same pace as I was fucking her.
“Yeah sis, suck it baby. Suck your brother’s cock. Suck it hard. I need you to suck me hard. I need to come inside your hot mouth. Come on, suck me!” Karen held the base of his cock in her hand and swirled her tongue around his head. She squeezed the base at regular intervals. She could have been a drummer. He really seemed to like it, because he moaned loudly. I loved the sight in front of me and I loved the feeling of her tight cunt stretched around my cock.
Now the moment had arrived everything had been building up to. I sensed it, Karen en Peter certainly sensed it. It was time for their bodies to be reunited, connected once more. Just like they were a few months ago, when this whole fuck-fest began. That moment in which Peter had grabbed his sister from behind, and put his thick cock in her nice pussy and fucked her like she didn’t have a choice. One could wonder if she did have a choice in this whole thing or that the sex-drive between brother and sister was too strong to ignore, sucking everybody in who came too close of them (including me, but also their own sister and who knows in the future.)
Karen looked at me, as if to get my approval. I simply smiled at her.
“Come in my pussy,” Karen said to her brother. I took out my tool, and Karen straddled herself on her brother’s cock. Now this was a sight I will never forget in my horny life: He buried his dick deep inside her little cunt and she started to fuck herself on his thick tool. “OOOH, aaah, yeah,” she screamed. Peter held her ass cheeks and pressed into her ass hard. He was pulling her onto his cock.
I sat down on the couch, so I could look in closely, while I was stroking my own cock. Her cunt lips fitted tightly around his shaft, as if their skin melted together. She was sucking him in as far as he could go. Her face in ultimate bliss, enjoying every stroke, every second of their union.
“God, sis, I’ve missed your tight cunt. I really did. We should do this on a regular basis.” He said.
“Yes, yes we do,” she panted. She looked over at me and moved her head up close to mine, and kissed me. My tongue swirled around in her mouth, around her tongue as if they were dancing. “Thank you,” she whispered in my ear. Then she moved back to Peter, to fully concentrate on his fuck tool.
Peter started to speed up his thrusts, making her move up and down faster and faster. Her tits bounced up and down. Her cunt was so wet, it made a hell of a soaking noise. I loved it.
“Jesus sis, if I’d known that you were such a great fuck, I’d would have never bothered with any other cunts!” Pete panted. He was definitely sweating a lot, his skin glistering with his sweat.
“OOOH, God Pete. It feels soooooo gooood!. You two guys have the best dicks I’ve ever had in me. I wish we could fuck each other every f-u-c-k-i-n-g day!” Karen screamed.
“Now spurt your wad into me. Make me cum!” And so it happened. Peter yelled when he filled up his sister’s pussy. She came at the same time, her pussy pulsing and throbbing around him. Smashing her body upon him. As soon as Peter was finished coming in her, I pulled out his cock, moved Karen a little bit to the right and pounded my hard rod into her pussy.
“Oh, yeah, Rob, fuck me honey. Fuck my already filled up cunt. Make the cum splash out of me!!!” Karen yelled. Her cunt was very wet, being filled up with her brother’s cum. Every time I took my tool out, just leaving the head inside her, I could see my cock was covered with her brothers cum. A wonderful sight. It didn’t take long for me to come too and I spurted a load of cum inside her wet cunt. “Yeah, you fucking cunt, I am filling you up right now!” I said while I climaxed.
“Don’t pull your dick from her,” Peter said, while he moved back under Karen. He pushed his cock against her cunt lips and tried to enter her too. After trying for a while we both had our cocks inside her pussy. Peter’s was only halfway in, but it felt great. My cock was in my girlfriend’s cunt, while it pressed against her brother’s cock, which was also in her pussy. “God, you guys are both inside. I am stretched up to the limit. I can take no more!” We fucked her slowly, careful not to slip out of her slippery slit.
“Aaaaah, it’s too much.” Karen climaxed. Her cunt juice spurting all over the place. Her body shaking so much, both of our cocks slipped out of her cunt. She fell down on the couch, next to Peter and me.
Peter immediately grabbed my cock and started to jerk me off. He moved his face close to my cock and while he looked at me, he started to lick my head. Wow, that was a horny sight, I can tell you. Felt great too. Karen was still recovering, while her brother took my head into his mouth. He sucked just on the head. He cupped my balls and played with them. Then he took my whole cock and shoved it into his mouth. Its head reached his throat and he almost choked on me. Then he deep-throated me, like he was some expert cocksucker. Karen looked at us with big eyes. She had never seen anything like it. Nor had I.
I felt the suction increase. I moaned louder.
I felt my cum moving up. “Shit, I am cumming,” I said. Peter shoved my dick out of his mouth, except for my cock head. I spurted my cum against the back of his mouth. He sucked me dry.
“Wow, guys. That was really fucking horny.” Karen said. We both agreed. She gave Peter a kiss; they shared my cum. Karen swallowed. “Any chance you could do the same for my brother?” Karen asked with a mischievous smile on her face. I looked at Pete and then at his cock. It seemed to grow just by looking at it. To be honest, I am not sure how I felt about sucking another man’s cock. But then again, I would have done anything to make Karen happy. Before I could say anything however, the phone rang. Karen walked to it and picked it up. Cum was still leaking down her legs when she answered. I sat down next to Pete. My cock was lying lazily between my legs.
“Hello? Oh Hi dad….”
“What?” Karen said. “Okay, we’ll be there in an hour. Bye” She hung up the phone, her face turned pale.
“What is it honey?” I asked carefully.
“That was dad. He wants to have a family meeting at eleven o’ clock.”
Pete looked surprised “Why?”
“Mum and he are breaking up.” Karen said while she sat down on my lap and hugged me.
About 90 minutes later we were at their parent’s house. Apparently their mom and dad didn’t get along as well as they thought. And their mother decided to go to Paris, to live with her sister for a while. Dad would stay at the house with the kids, until things got better or until they decided what to do. It was a family crisis. Jeanine cried, and Karen comforted her.
Later that day I was sitting on Karen’s bed and we talked.
“You know I’ve got to go. I’ve got to do this gig,” I said to her.
Karen sat next to me, her head on my shoulder. “I know.”
“You want me to skip this one, and stay?” I asked her.
She kissed me. “No, go. I’ll be fine. This is a big job, a big movie, right?” I nodded. “So do it.
I will be fine, I’ve got Pete and Jeanine. We’ll help dad out. We’ll be fine.”
Three hours later we were at the airport. Karen and I said our goodbyes. We held each other tight and after a long kiss, I went into the plane. Leaving her behind with all the family trouble.
Who knew what would happen in the next six weeks. I can tell you one thing though, I could have never suspected that things would turn out that weird. I never realised that the sexy events that had started a while ago, were merely the beginning.
To be continued…..

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