Something Within Me – A Halloween Story by The_Technician

Introduction:

Philip Westmont has samhainophobia, the fear of Halloween. So he spends Halloween in his bed, cowering in fear while his flat mates go out to a very interesting Halloween Party. They come back the next morning to tell him all about their adventures.WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

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Philip Westmont woke groggily to the sound of his room mates running up the steps to their second floor flat. As usual when he awoke on All Saint’s Day, his body was covered in sweat and who knows what else. He pulled the sheet tightly up to his armpits and waited for them to burst into his room.

The three of them were still more than slightly drunk. William– known to everyone as Billie– was dressed in what had been a Spiderman costume. The gloves and head covering were gone and there were tears in both the tight-fitting top and bottom. The boot covers were also gone and his black boots looked out of place with the blue legs. He pulled the desk chair over to the bed and turned it around so he could sit with his arms crossed on the top of the back. “I assume,” he began “that our resident samhainophobic spent Halloween night cowering in your room again this year.” He paused and then continued, “You really have to get over your fear. You missed the greatest Halloween party ever.”

Philip never went out on Halloween. On Halloween night, he wouldn’t come to the door if someone called on him. He wouldn’t even look out his windows. Instead he stayed in his room with the shades drawn, apparently too frightened to even get out of bed. When pressed, he would say, “There is something within me that won’t let me do anything on Halloween.”

Since it was his only peculiarity and he was otherwise a great flat mate, Billie, Juan, and John tolerated it. But each of the four years that they had shared a flat together, they had pestered him to go out with them to one Halloween party or the other. When he refused, they would go without him and then come back to regale him with tales of debauchery. This year was no exception.

Billie’s round face was flushed slightly red and he had that continuous silly grin he got when he had too much to drink. Juan and John, with their darker skin, didn’t flush with drink, but you could tell when they had gone over their limit because they started sounding more and more like their mother. They were twins. Their father, John, was Anglo. Their mother, Juanita, was Hispanic and had a slight Spanish overlay to her speech. John and Juanita had agreed to name their first boy John, but when twins were unexpectedly born, the doctor asked what to name them. John said, “John,” and Juanita said, “Juan”– also meaning John. The doctor replied “John and Juan it is,” and that is what they were named.

Their costumes consisted of red sweatshirts, red pants, and red running shoes. On the front of John’s sweatshirt was a large white circle. In the center of the circle it said, “Thing 1.” In the center of Juan’s circle it said, “Cosa 2″

“You would not believe this party,” John said.

Juan continued John’s thought as he often did, “It was the third party we stopped at and we almost left.”

“Then SHE arrived,” John said, letting out a deep sigh.

“She was dressed as a Gypsy in gauzy harem pants and a bunch of scarves that were wound loosely around her upper body,” Juan continued. “I don’t know if she arrived barefoot, but she was barefoot as she glided around the room dancing and swaying to the music.”

“I have never seen anyone so… so… sexual,” Billie said. “It was like a cloud of perfume that followed her into the room and enveloped everyone there. She walked around the room kissing everyone– boy or girl– and by the time she had made one round of the room, the party totally changed.”

“Before she arrived, I had pretty much struck out,” John said, “but right after she arrived, one of the girls who had brushed me off grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into one of the bedrooms. She practically tore my clothes off and then stripped off her own and lay back on the bed and yelled, ‘Fuck me! Fuck me hard!’”

He smiled broadly and said, “And you know I never turn down a lady’s request.”

“I think the ladies knew they were wasting their time with me,” Juan said. “I was holding back because it normally takes a little while to scope out who is safe to come on to, but this gorgeous hunk of a man tapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘Do you want to go someplace and fuck?’”

His smile was wider than his brother’s as he said, “I thought we were going to melt the condoms, he was pumping so hard into my ass. I often have to use my hands to take me over the top while someone is fucking me, but I spurted all over the bed at the same time he erupted inside me.”

“And that was just the beginning,” Billie said. “The Gypsy girl had brought some of her own music, and when she started dancing to it, several of the girls joined her. There were six of them, plus her, and they formed sort of a circle as they danced. She loosened the scarves so that her boobs were a little more visible. Then the six girls started stripping in time to the music.”

“One of them was Darlene from the shop downstairs,” John said. “I couldn’t believe it. She is usually such an uptight little prude, but she was swaying with the music and shedding her clothes like she was possessed.”

“I tried to take her back into one of the bedrooms,” Billie said, “but we only got as far as the hallway when she knelt down in front of me and opened the zipper on the front of my costume.” His eyes got wide as he said, “She practically sucked my balls up through my prick. I’ve never felt anything like that before. And then when she was done, she stood up, smiled at me, wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand and said, ‘You taste like you could use another drink. So could I.’ She pulled me over to the bar and stood there naked while we talked.” He shook his head, “It was as if she didn’t even notice that she was naked.”

“I noticed,” John said. “She has a perfect body with those dark brown nipples and a thick black bush.” He paused and then said, “I wish she wouldn’t keep it all so covered up most of the time.”

“After we finished our drink,” Billie continued, “Darlene said, ‘Why don’t we show them how it’s done?’ and started pulling the shirt to my costume up over my head. She stripped me bare and then pulled me over to where a bunch of pillows were piled up next to the couch. She pushed the pillows around with her foot so they formed sort of a bed and then lay faced down on it. ‘If we go doggy style,’ she said, ‘you can play with my tits while you fuck me.’”

Juan interrupted. “I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when we came back out of the bedroom,” he said. “Billie and Darlene weren’t the only ones fucking in the living room. That guy from down the block had one of the Fisher sisters bent over an overstuffed chair and was ass-fucking her. He was shaking like mad as he moved slowly in and out of her ass. She was almost singing a keening wail that got shriller as he pushed in and deeper as he pulled out. I couldn’t believe it, but they were doing that for over a half-hour.”

“And all the while,” John said, “the Gypsy was dancing and swaying to her music.”

“The scarves would slip and slide around while she danced,” Juan said. “The harem pants didn’t really hide anything, but she ditched them and wound some of the scarves a little lower on her body. All of the scarves were moving around as if they had a life of their own. If you stared at her, you could see just about everything, a piece at a time.”

“There was this really strange tattoo on her abdomen,” Billie said. “Two snakes came out of her belly button. They went up and then back down so they formed two points of a star. Then it looked like there were two more snakes coming out of their mouths… or maybe they were supposed to be eating the second pair of snakes. The new pair of snakes formed two more points on the star and then ate another pair of snakes. That pair of snakes formed two more points leaving just the area right above her slit bare. The snake on the left side of her abdomen ate another snake while the one on the right kept going as they merged together to form a single mouth that was tattooed right over her cunt. There was some form of weird writing with one letter in each point of the star.”

“That’s a form of an ouroboros,” Philip said calmly. “Normally it’s a circle. It’s a very powerful occult symbol.” He sat up against his pillows, being careful to keep the sheet over his body.

“When the seven snakes are combined with the seven-pointed star,” he continued, “the ouroboros becomes the symbol of Babalon, also known as the Scarlet Woman or the Mother of Abominations. It is spelled similar to the city of Babylon, but it is pronounced totally different. Both a’s are sounded as long, and the o is just a little bit different. He then sounded out the name as “Bay, bay, long.” He smiled and said, “Drop the g, but that’s how it is supposed to be pronounced. The letters in the points of the star spell out her name. The star of the Scarlet Woman is one of the most powerful symbols of the occult, and Babalon, herself, is one of the more powerful spirits or deities.”

“I don’t know about that,” John said, “but this girl was the mother of all sluts… and she turned those six girls into…”

“Fucking machines!” Juan said loudly. “Just before Midnight she yells out, ‘Clear the floor,’ and a bunch of guys start moving all of the furniture to the edges of the living room.”

“Then,” John took back up, “she calls the six girls back and says, ‘Time to form the star.’ They lay on their backs in a circle with their heads to the middle and their legs spread out until their feet are touching the next girl’s. The Gypsy girl stands so that her feet are touching the feet of two of the girls so it completes the circle or star or whatever it was. Then she starts dancing and swaying again.”

Billie continued, “All of the girls on the ground started moaning and humping up into the air. They were groaning and calling out, ‘Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…’ It was unbelievable.”

“Pretty soon,” Juan said, “all of the guys at the party were naked and standing in line. I prefer men, but somehow I just had to fuck one of these girls. Every guy there– including the hunk who had gone to the bedroom with me– was lining up for a shot at the girls in the star.”

“The other girls at the party were standing in line, too,” John said. “It was like it had turned into some kind of orgy.”

Billie shook his head and said, “I’ve never done anything like that before. I mean, I usually want some privacy when a girl and I are going to go at it. But for some reason, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Neither could I,” Juan said.

“Nor me,” John added. “And for some reason, I had more… staying power… than normal. I think I fucked that one chick for like an hour before I finally shot my wad into her. … and she was still yelling for more.”

“And one thing really weird,” Juan said.

“Like the rest of it wasn’t?” Billie interrupted.

“Every time one of the guys got finished and stood up,” Juan said rapidly, “the Gypsy girl would reach down and scoop all of the cum out of the girl’s cunt and smear it on her body. You could see her skin glistening with cum through the scarves.”

“We all sort of lost track of time,” John said.

“That’s easy to do when you are fucking one girl after another,” Juan added.

“A couple times,” Billie said, “one of the other girls would kneel down between one of the six girls’ legs and start eating them out. They would wiggle their ass in the air and one of the guys would kneel behind them and take them doggy style.”

“When they got done,” John continued, “they would stand up and walk over to the Gypsy girl and spit the cum they had sucked up from the girl on the floor out onto the Gypsy’s skin . Then they would stand with their legs wide apart and let the Gypsy girl scoop the cum out of their own cunts.”

“It was crazy,” Juan said.

“It must have been around six or seven in the morning,” Billie said, “at least it wasn’t really dark out anymore, when the music suddenly got louder and louder and louder.”

“The Gypsy girl started taking off her scarves, one at a time,” John said.

“And throwing them out to one of the boys,” Juan added.

“For some reason,” Billie continued, “the guys started counting as soon as she threw the first scarf.”

“With each scarf,” John said, holding his hands like he was catching something, “the count got louder.”

“The guys were practically screaming by the time it got to six,” Juan added.

“There was only one scarf left,” Billie said, “and when she threw that, she would be totally naked.”

“She had it wound up around her so it covered her tits and the front of her crotch,” John said.

“So, we were all really waiting for that seventh scarf,” Juan added with a deep laugh.

“But just then,” Billie said slowly, holding his hands out in front of himself like he was trying to protect himself from something, “the snakes started moving.”

“We all stepped back and stared,” John said excitedly. “Those snakes were twisting and wriggling their way around the star. It looked like one by one they went into the Gypsy’s cunt which was still hidden behind the seventh scarf.

“And then it got even weirder,” Juan said. “She disappeared in a puff of smoke.”

“No,” Billie said, “she became a puff of smoke. Her whole body shimmered for a moment, then there was just smoke in the shape of her body.”

“That seventh scarf sort of hovered in the air for a moment,” John said, moving his arms to indicate something in the air in front of himself. “Then it dropped to the ground.” His arms dropped flat against his body.

“As soon as that scarf touched the floor all hell broke loose,” Billie said rising from the chair. “Darlene jumped to her feet and started screaming.”

“The other five girls in the star,” John said, “were also on their feet, but they looked more confused than anything else.”

“At least they didn’t scream,” Juan said.

“One of them yelled, ‘Somebody drugged us,’” Billie said. “That’s when Winston, whose flat the party was in, yelled loudly, ‘There’s nothing in the food… or drinks. It was that woman.’”

“‘What woman?!’ Darlene yelled back. ‘The Gypsy woman,’ Winston said firmly, ‘the one with the seven scarves and the weird tattoo.’”

“That’s when,” John said, “someone threw one of the scarves to the girls. Pretty soon, everyone who had caught a scarf threw it to one of the girls. I picked up the one that had fallen to the floor– the seventh one– and threw it to Darlene.”

“The girls stood around talking to each other for a few minutes,” Juan said. “They kept shaking their heads and pulling the scarves through their hands. ‘It felt like a dream,’ Darlene finally said. ‘But it was real.’”

“Winston walked to the middle of the room and said softly,” Billie continued, “‘I think it is time for all of you to leave.’”

“So…” John said, holding out his arms, “here we are.”

Billie suddenly looked a lot more sober as he said, “Philip, you seem to know a lot about this. You’re the one working on a degree in the occult arts. Can you tell us what happened?”

“My degree,” Philip replied, “is in Ancient Mythology and Rituals, and I think somebody gave you all some magic mushrooms.”

“But you knew about the star and the snakes,” John said firmly. “You KNOW what happened, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know about the star… and the snakes,” Philip answered, “and about Babalon, the Mother of Abominations.”

“Then tell us what you know,” Juan insisted.

Philip grimaced and looked out at his three flat mates. “OK,” he finally said. “The snakes… the ouroboros is a symbol of rebirth or perhaps eternal life. The seven-pointed star is the symbol of Babalon. According to the myths, when the symbols are combined the resulting symbol is more than a symbol, it is Babalon, herself.”

Billie raised his eyebrows and said, “Meaning?..”

“It means that Babalon lives in the symbol,” Philip said. “And the symbol itself is alive. If necessary, it can survive on the walls of a tomb for hundreds, if not thousands, of years and then transfer itself to a suitable living host looking sort of like a tattoo. The snake star of Babalon was supposedly found in an Egyptian tomb when it was opened on October 31, 1927, but all traces of it disappeared before any photographs could be taken. The diggers said that it must have transferred itself to one of the scientists, or perhaps one of their helpers, but no one knows because all of the scientists died before they could publish any of their findings. Many of the diggers also died. Only one helper– you would call them interns today– survived, but no one knows what happened to him.”

“Wow,” Juan said using his hand like a claw to clamp over his face. “It’s a giant parasite eating away at you like in those Mummy movies.”

“No,” Philip said, “according to the legends, it actually benefits the host. In exchange for keeping and protecting the symbol, the host is given eternal youth… essentially eternal life. It doesn’t kill anyone. Those scientists all died from inhaling a toxic fungus that had been sealed up in the tomb. If they had taken rudimentary precautions, they would all have survived.”

“So where did the Gypsy girl come from?” John asked.

“That was Babalon,” Philip said. “On nights like Halloween, she can materialize a corporeal form so that she can absorb the energies of life.”

“That’s why she was smearing the cum all over herself,” Juan said excitedly.

“Yes,” Philip answered, “but when the sun rose, she had to return to her wall or host or wherever.”

“Weird,” Billie said.

“And she is not the weirdest or most dangerous spirit that roams on Halloween,” Philip said. “There are many much more dangerous entities that could have crashed your Halloween party.”

“You believe all that shit, don’t you?” John said.

“No wonder you hide on Halloween,” Juan added.

“Yes,” Philip said flatly, “I believe it. I have reason to. And, yes, that’s why I hide on Halloween.”

He paused and then said, “And now, if you don’t mind, I would like to get up and go take a shower.”

He made a motion with his hands shooing the three out of his room and they left. Then Philip slowly pulled the sheet back and looked down at his body. The cum was dried and caked, forming a thick coating on his stomach and legs.

He ran his fingers down his abdomen, tracing the star that was just beginning to sink further into his skin and disappear. “I hope you fed well,” he said. Then he watched as the symbol, with its writhing snakes, slowly faded.

Rising to his feet, he said, “I think we can stay here one more year before too many people begin talking about a Gypsy girl who crashes their Halloween parties.” He shrugged. “Or perhaps they will begin noticing that I don’t age.” He opened his closet and pulled a robe tightly around his body. “In any case,” he said, “I will soon have to find a new university to attend… someplace where I can study the ancient myths… and someplace where you can find enough life essence to sustain you from Halloween to Halloween.”

He opened his door and walked down to the bathroom at the end of the hall. As he walked, he was quietly humming a tune. If any of his flat mates had been able to hear it, they would have recognized it as the tune that was playing as the Gypsy girl disappeared.

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Behind the Church Shed by Squirrelboy

Introduction:

This is a rewrite of an older story of mine by the same name. The ending has been substantially altered. Please let me know how you like it and why; comments are always appreciated. As I’m a male writing from a female’s point of view I’m especially interested in hearing how women feel about the story.It was a calm, autumn Saturday morning, mostly overcast. Melinda was in her kitchen, washing the dishes, happy for some quiet time away from her husband, Matt, who would be at work until at least sundown. The window looked out toward a large field and the parking lot of the local church.

When the boy came into view, she didn’t think anything of it. Kids came to the church building often, usually to play basketball or to skateboard in the parking lot. She and her husband taught Sunday School to a few of them every week. Melinda would never admit it to anyone, especially not her husband, but one of the things she enjoyed most about teaching was the attention the boys in class showed her. At 27, she wasn’t THAT much older than them, after all, and their raging hormones couldn’t help but admire her.

Melinda was short, had dark, shoulder length hair, and a bust just full enough to contribute to an hourglass figure. She’d never wear anything more revealing than a knee length skirt at church, but that didn’t stop the boys from staring. Once, she and her husband had hosted a pizza party for the kids they taught and she’d decided to have a little bit of extra fun by wearing the tiniest pair of sweat shorts she owned. She thought that her husband would object, but he didn’t even seem to notice… unlike the boys. There were a lot of wide eyes that night.

As the boy out the window walked down the church parking lot, she realized that she knew him. His name was Brian, and he was one of the least popular kids in the congregation; a total geek, with glasses and a very thin build. Melinda had always felt a little bad for him and tended to go out of her way to make him feel important and cared for, since he seemed to not have many friends. Unlike the boy’s peers, Melinda saw that, behind his shyness and slightly nerdy bearing, Brian was actually quite attractive. And once you opened him up, he’d talk to you as freely as anyone else.

She wondered what Brian was doing at the church on a Saturday, all alone. He certainly wasn’t one to play basketball or go skateboarding. And why did he look so nervous? He kept looking around as if to reassure himself that no one was watching. Eventually, he reached the back lawn and made his way to a shed in which the church housed lawn equipment and other random items. He began to scope out the area. Shrugging, Melinda concentrated on her dishes once more, glancing toward Brian every couple of seconds, intrigued.

He took one last furtive glance around and started unbuckling his belt.

Blinking, Melinda put down a glass and reached for a towel. The church doors must be locked, and the poor kid needed a place to use the bathroom. She walked around to the French doors that led to the balcony and walked out, still drying her hands. Her mouth was opening to shout that he could use her bathroom, but the words froze in her mouth. Brian stood behind the shed, completely unaware that she was watching him, pants around his knees. His tidy whiteys were bright in the cloudy light.

And they had a very noticeable bulge in them.

Putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle, Melinda decided to let this play out. Besides, she reasoned, cluing him in on her presence would probably make him more embarrassed than peeing his pants. As reasonable as this was, she couldn’t come up with a good justification as to why she was still watching, but she didn’t leave.

Hand still pressed to her lips, Melinda watched as Brian slowly pulled down his underwear, his penis springing free. Her eyebrows rose; the kid had a stiff boner. She’d seen her husband try to pee with one of those once and had asked him about it. It was evidently not much fun.

Feeling a bit guilty now, Melinda couldn’t help but compare Brian’s penis to Matt’s. Her husband’s dick was much fuller than this kid’s, and probably a little longer, but the teen in front of her must have been extremely horny, because she’d never seen a dick so hard. It gave her a perfect view of his balls beneath, lightly covered in hair.

For a while, Brian just stood there, as if letting his genitals soak in the autumnal air. Tentatively, the boy wrapped a hand around his shaft and started to stroke up and down.

Eyes bulging out of her head, Melinda realized that Brian wasn’t there to pee. He was there to jack off.

She watched, entranced, as his pumping became more pronounced. Both of them had their mouths open the slightest amount.

“That horny little bastard,” she whispered, giggling a little again and blinking several times in succession. Almost as if he could hear her words, Brian looked around. Melinda took a step back and almost went inside, but the kid still didn’t see her. Turning away from her, he bent over and shoved his pants all the way down to his ankles, giving her a perfect view of his butt, balls dangling between his legs. It was a nice rear end, if thin, and she felt herself biting her lip.

“I really shouldn’t be watching this,” Melinda said to herself, but she didn’t take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. No sane, straight woman would have the willpower to look away from THIS. Brian dropped down and laid in the grass, belly first, and started humping the ground, butt in the air. If Melinda hadn’t been so hypnotized by it all, she would have been slightly disgusted, but as things stood, she found the scene… well… “cute,” was the only word she could think of. Maybe even “endearing.” His dark hair waved a bit in the wind as he turned over onto his back, stroking his member yet again, this time much faster than before. It was difficult to tell from this distance, but she thought his eyes were closed. His entire body was tensed up, little muscles bulging from his arms, legs and abs.

Dish towel still in hand, Melinda leaned forward, putting her elbows on the deck railing, hardly blinking. Eventually Brian stood again and started rubbing the tip of his dick gently against the bricks of the shed. Melinda raised an eyebrow, wondering if that hurt. It was then that she realized her left hand was cupping her right breast, thumb slowly rubbing against her nipple. Since it was a Saturday, she hadn’t bothered with a bra, and only wore a pair of panties, slippers, sweat pants and a tee-shirt. Her dark hair was still damp from the shower she’d taken 30 minutes before.

Forcing herself to remember that this kid was quite a bit younger than her, and that she was a married woman, she firmly removed her hand from her breast. Brian walked, penguin style due to the pants around his ankles, toward the other side of the shed, but Melinda never found out what he was about to do next.

The revving of an engine made both her and Brian jump, and she looked toward the entrance of the church parking lot, where a truck drove toward the back of the building. Melinda looked back to Brian, strangely afraid that he was going to get caught by someone other than her, and saw him pumping his penis with all his might. But as the truck came closer, he quickly reached down and pulled up his underwear and pants in one fluid motion. Adjusting his glasses, he nonchalantly walked out from behind the shed, somewhat in her direction.

Did he cum?

Folding her arms, she found the question important for some reason. Melinda had been on the receiving end of interrupted orgasms before and knew how agonizing it could be. The truck swung wide and made a loop around the church, leaving the parking lot through another exit. Brian hesitated for a moment, obviously wondering if he should go back and continue the fun, but the truck must have spooked him, because he kept going.

“Are you satisfied?”

The words came out of her mouth before she knew she was going to say them, quite loud enough for the poor boy to hear. To his credit he didn’t jump, but he did look up toward her and she saw his face grow slack as realization must have hit him that she’d seen what he had been doing. Still, he kept his cool, merely shrugging and walking away.

“You idiot,” Melinda whispered to herself. “You’re going to scar the kid for life.”

She opened her mouth to apologize, but realized that the kid was pretty much speed walking, far out of hearing distance unless she yelled. Even if she did, he’d probably just start running or something.

Making up her mind in an instant, she bolted through the kitchen doors, put on some slippers, and went to the front entrance, opening it and stepping out into the chilly air. She knew where Brian lived and thought she could cut him off if he hadn’t started running when leaving her sight. She was walking quickly past an old man with his dog, her arms crossed against the slight breeze, before she remembered again that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Blushing furiously, she avoided looking at the man and kept walking, raising her crossed arms a bit to cover where her nipples poked out of the tee-shirt.

What was she doing? What in the world would she do if she did catch Brian? Tell him, “sorry I saw you wanking your wiener?” Or maybe, “I don’t know why I asked if you were satisfied?”

These and similar thoughts crossed Melinda’s mind as she walked, but she hadn’t come up with any answers before rounding a corner and nearly running into the Brian.

This time he did jump and so did she. Melinda put a hand to her mouth and let out a little, startled squeak. Brian simply walked backward, eyes bulging.

Putting her hands out in what she hoped was a reassuring way, Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes happened upon the front of Brian’s tented pants. Instead of words, nervous giggles came out of Melinda’s mouth as she remembered the kid’s pumping hand. Without letting herself think about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still laughing.

“Oh, Brian, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, patting his back. Melinda was yet again forcibly reminded that she wasn’t fully clothed when she felt her nipples brush against the boy’s chest. Determined to not make the contact sexual, she stepped back, face hot, but in a mask of teacherly guidance. Brian looked down, face a deep red, obviously still thinking he was in really, really big trouble.

“Seriously, Brian, it’s okay. I’m not going to get you in trouble.” He glanced up halfway to her face, eyes halting on the form of her nipples under her shirt, but then fell back down. Melinda thought he might have a heart attack, his face was so maroon.

Quickly crossing her arms over her breasts, she went on, voice soothing.

“Are your parents expecting you to be home?” He shook his head. “Then come on over to my house and I’ll give you some water, okay? Seriously, you’re not in trouble. But I WOULD like to talk with you about this a bit.” She waited a moment. “Okay?”

Finally, he looked up to her eyes and slowly nodded. They started to walk.

“I’m sorry.” Brian’s words were low, almost inaudible even though Melinda was only a foot away.

“Brian, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” she said, sighing. She thought of putting a comforting hand on his arm, but remembered the no bra thing in time. “Seriously… what you were doing is perfectly normal. It’s just… out in the open is probably not the best place to be doing it.”

He hung his head again, and Melinda berated herself mentally. She wasn’t doing a very good job of comforting him.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at this,” she said, sighing. “You kind of startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see you down there, doing that, when I woke up this morning.” He was still silent, so she decided to go a different direction. Smiling coyly, she gently elbowed him on the arm, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “Besides, you REALLY don’t have anything to be ashamed about.”

He still looked mortified, but a small grin appeared on his lips.

“THERE’S that smile,” she said, giggling as they went up the stairs to her house. She opened the door and he followed her inside.

“Go ahead and sit down on the couch and I’ll get you some water, okay? It looks like you need to cool down.” As Melinda headed to the kitchen to get the drink, Brian spoke.

“I really am sorry. It’s just sometimes I can’t help myself, you know? Well, I guess YOU wouldn’t know, but….”

Melinda’s brow furled as he trailed off and she laughed, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard and filling it with water from the fridge.

“Brian, you know EVERYONE does that sometimes. Even girls.” Walking into the room again, carrying the water in her left hand, Melinda winked at Brian, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Even me. Sometimes.”

He was sitting on the couch, back straight, making the package in his pants extremely evident, and she found it hard to look away from, remembering the member when naked. Melinda swallowed. She was extremely turned on. Brian’s eyes were on her chest, no doubt feasting on the view of the erect nipples beneath her tee-shirt. He was DEFINITELY turned on, of course.

All of these things converged to the following accident.

When Brian reached out to take the cup of water, neither of them were paying attention, and his fingers knocked it out of her hand, making the thing spill all over her left leg and the carpet.

Gasping from the cold, Melinda jumped back. She and Brian both started laughing, and she bent down to get the cup. So did he. Their heads met with a low crack and they both laughed harder as she fell on her butt, right in the wet carpet.

Head throbbing a little, Melinda realized she was staring at the boy’s crotch again, laughing hysterically. Brian was also laughing, staring directly at her bouncing chest. She didn’t really care. The laughter was good for them both; it let the tension out of the room a bit. Slowly, Melinda stood, holding the cup with one hand and rubbing water from her eyes with the other.

“I’m going to go change my pants. Then I’ll get you more water.”

She turned around and went up the stairs, realizing that Brian had a great view of her wet butt. The sweatpants clung to her skin. It turned her on a little more.

Reaching her room, Melinda decided to leave the door open as she changed. Brian couldn’t see anything from that angle, but it still thrilled her for some reason. Sliding down her pants, a thought crossed her mind and butterflies filled her stomach. Her panties were also wet, and not all on her bottom. A small patch of darkness spread across the crotch. She stared at it for a while, trying to convince herself NOT to do what her body so desperately wanted her to do.

Slowly, she slid down her panties, too, as her body won the internal battle, grabbing her tiny sweat shorts and putting them on with nothing underneath. Melinda wished that she’d shaved her entire lower body this morning while showering, instead of just her legs; her beaver was slightly unruly, although the hair wasn’t nearly long enough to stick out of her shorts, thank goodness.

Cup in hand, she exited her room and let herself bounce down the stairs.

Brian’s eyes widened a bit when he saw her, but he didn’t say anything. As she passed, Melinda noticed that the boy hadn’t adjusted his penis. It still created a painful looking lump in his pants. They were silent as she filled up the glass again and brought it to him.

“Eyes on the cup,” she said, giggling, and Brian’s eyes went from her thighs to the water.

After he took a sip, she sat down on the recliner across from him, legs up against her chest. It had been a while since she’d seriously flirted with anyone, and she knew that she was probably doing this like a club to the head, but she was so horny she couldn’t be very subtle. Of course, the idea was to make him think she was covering her breasts with her legs while giving him a great view of her camel toe. Maybe even a peek of pussy lip or hair, if the shorts rode up high enough.

As expected, Brian’s eyes locked on her crotch and he froze in mid drink. But obviously thinking the display was unintentional, he tried to act casual.

“How long have you been doing that?” Melinda asked, motioning her head toward the direction of the church shed.

“I’ve never done it there before,” Brian answered, and Melinda was happy to find that their earlier laughter had done a lot in easing the boy’s tension.

“Well, I probably would have seen you if you had,” she said, giggling. “I mean… how long have you been, you know… masturbating?”

He blushed. “A couple of years now. I played with myself a little before that, but, yeah….”

“Well, it really IS okay.” Melinda adjusted herself, spreading her legs briefly and closing them again, feeling her shorts digs further up into her crotch. “I know it feels SO good and relieves tension. Plus, for guys it gets rid of… fluid. So, really, it’s a win win win. But why are you doing it outside, for Pete’s sake?”

They laughed for a few seconds, and he dropped his eyes from her privates to the floor.

“Well, a couple of months ago I was in my house… you know… without clothes, just relaxing, when I saw these two girls across the street looking at me. I kind of freaked out and ran away, up the stairs, but when I looked outside, they were gone. So I knelt up on a table to look around more and all a sudden I saw them waving at me, in the window across the street, giving me thumbs up.”

Melinda raised her eyebrows and Brian glanced at her pussy again. It was starting to tingle and she thought that her shorts might be getting damp.

“Well, they obviously wanted to see me, so I stayed. Then they showed me their…” he swallowed, looking briefly toward her leg-covered breasts “…their chests. And I … couldn’t help myself. I started to… to do that, and went all over the window. I kind of just ran away.”

He swallowed again and looked up into her eyes. “Ever since then I’ve been wanting to do it ALL the time. I’ve been doing it in more and more dangerous places, because of the thrill, you know? But you’re the first person to catch me. I really am sorry.”

Melinda smiled coyly. “Again, don’t be sorry. It really didn’t upset me. I actually thought it was kind of… cute. And you’re very handsome, you know.”

Brian blushed even more furiously than before.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked after a moment of silence, pointing to the mound in his pants.

“Yeah, kinda,” he mumbled.

“You can adjust it, you know.”

“But it… it sticks up out of my pants a little.”

“No one who sees will mind. Besides, your shirt will cover it.”

“Oh.” He stuck his hands down his pants and fished around for a second. When he brought it back out, the lump was markedly smaller, although longer. His shirt did indeed hide whatever might be otherwise visible.

“Is it really long enough to come out of your pants?” Melinda asked, heart speeding up.

“Yeah.”

Knowing that everything she had done up to this point could be explained away, Melinda took a deep breath and said, “I don’t believe you! It can’t still be that hard. Lift up your shirt.”

Brian stared into her eyes for a moment before grinning shyly and lifting up his shirt. Indeed, about a half an inch of penis head stuck up out of his pants, although that probably wouldn’t have been the case if he’d been standing up.

Melinda leaned back in her chair and giggled for a minute, Brian joining her as he dropped his shirt back down.

“So you never answered my first question,” Melinda said after another few moments of awkward silence.

“Which one?”

“Were you satisfied?”

Her mouth went dry as he pondered what to say. She wondered if the kid was scared, since she was his Sunday School teacher, but he had already opened up quite a bit to her, far more than she would have opened up to someone like her at his age.

“No, that truck scared me away,” Brian finally responded.

“Well, that thing probably isn’t going to go down until you finish, you know,” she said, pointing at his penis. He nodded. “And I REALLY wouldn’t recommend walking home like that.”

Melinda and Brian both giggled again. Here goes nothing, she thought.

“You can finish here. If you want.”

“Like… in the bathroom?”

He looked at her pussy again.

She shrugged, folding her legs under her and putting her hands on her knees. The teen’s eyes went from her now spread legs, to her hard nipples, to her face. Melinda looked down briefly. Her wet crotch had created a small front-wedgy.

“Anywhere you’d like,” she answered.

Brian swallowed and Melinda smiled shakily. Her heart went into overtime.

For a long while, the kid just stared at her, straight in the eyes, and she stared back. Neither of them blinked. Slowly, like he was about to pet a cobra, Brian reached his hand down and raised his shirt up, once again revealing the tip of his penis. He kept the shirt up with his left hand and awkwardly pulled down his pants and underwear with his right.

Melinda, breathing hard, stared at the young, circumcised penis in front of her. Although there was a hint of veins throbbing under the skin, the member was smoother than any other hard penis she’d seen. The thin hair on his tight ball sack was dark brown and no longer than an inch. When Brian bent over to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles, a small bead of pre-cum squeezed out of the tip of his penis.

I can’t believe this is happening, Melinda thought, thumbs rubbing her legs nervously.

Holding his shirt up with one hand, Brian grabbed his shaft with the other.

“Are… are you sure about this? I… might make a mess.”

“Don’t move,” Melinda said, bouncing up from her chair and virtually running the short distance to her kitchen. She grabbed a handful of napkins and rushed back into the living room, holding them out to Brian and feasting on the view of his young dick, even though it was mostly covered by his hand. He’d really not moved, just as instructed.

He took the napkins with the hand that had been holding his shirt, letting the fabric fall over his privates. Melinda sat in her previous position, while Brian tried to figure out a way to hold his shirt up, hold his dick, and hold the napkins all at the same time. Letting out an exasperated grunt, he eventually just whipped the shirt off over his head, revealing a hairless, skinny chest with small nipples.

Now mostly naked, Brian looked back at Melinda. He was shivering.

“Are you cold?”

“No,” he replied, “Just… nervous, I guess?”

“Nothing to be afraid of. I’ve already seen this, remember? Just enjoy yourself. Close your eyes if you need to.”

He nodded and took a rattling breath, but he didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he continued to stare at Melinda. The fact that he was looking at her eyes instead of her breasts or crotch served only to heighten Melinda’s sexual tension, and she was tempted to just rip off her clothes and fuck the kid right there on the couch. But, no, that would be going too far.

Swallowing, Brian finally began to stroke his penis up and down. More pre-cum oozed out of him, drizzling down his shaft and onto his hand, lubricating. Melinda watched, faint from the blood rushing through her veins. His skin moved up and down slightly, and as the pumping became more pronounced it would momentarily cover the penis head completely, only to reveal it completely again, glistening with clear liquid.

Her hands itched to find her clit, but that would also be going too far. She’d have to be satisfied with keeping these images in her head, so she could relive them once Brian had left. What she wouldn’t give to have her phone on hand to record this.

Brian’s mouth parted, and his eyes strayed down to Melinda’s body, his jacking off speeding up even more. His butt muscles were causing his hips to thrust forward, getting into rhythm with his hand.

He’s not going to last long, Melinda thought.

And that’s when the doorbell rang.

Squeaking, Melinda jumped up off her chair, intent on telling whoever was at the door to go away. She bolted toward the door, only partially conscious of the fact that her nipples were pointing out of her shirt and that the crotch of her shorts were almost dripping wet.

Opening the door a crack, Melinda was about to say, “Not interested!” but the words died on her lips.

A girl the same age as Brian stood on the doorstep, brunette hair pulled back into a small ponytail. She wore grungy clothes that hid any curves she might have. It was Bailey. Melinda knew her from church; the girl was in the same class as Brian.

“Oh, crap,” Melinda said, her voice shaking. “Hi Bailey, I totally forgot that you were coming.”

“Is… is now not a good time?” the girl asked, and Melinda became conscious of gasping sounds coming from the couch behind her. Bailey tried to look past her teacher, obviously wondering what that sound was.

Blocking the doorway with her body as much as possible, and causing her left breast to squish out of the door, Melinda shook her head. “No. No, it’s fine. The lawn mower is in the garage. The code is just 4123. I really appreciate your help, Bailey. Thanks!”

And she closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, and trying to forget Bailey’s stunned expression, she turned around. The poor girl had gotten quite the look at the shape of her teacher’s left nipple.

Hearing Bailey open the garage door, Melinda blinked, trying to take in the scene in front of her. Brian, still mostly naked, sat on the couch, leaning back with eyes closed, breathing hard. His right hand was wrapped around the shaft of his penis, and a great deal of white cum covered his fingers. Some still leaked out of the tip, but his orgasm was obviously complete; the kid was in quite the afterglow.

She had missed his orgasm.

The napkins in Brian’s other hand were squished, but completely clean.

Mouth open, Melinda traced her eyes over a string of cum that ran in a straight line from Brian’s pants, across her blue carpet, and onto the small coffee table a couple feet away from the couch.

“Oh crap,” Brian gasped, and she saw him noticing his mess. “I totally forgot about the napkins. I… I’m so sorry, Melinda!”

She shrugged, still stunned, and noticed that, with the release of his sexual tension, Brian seemed extremely embarrassed. He looked from the cum on her carpet and table to the cum on his pants and underwear, face red.

Melinda couldn’t care less about the mess. She had missed Brian’s orgasm! She was so horny that it was almost impossible to think clearly.

“You can’t go home like that,” she said softly, and he shook his head in agreement. “How about you go upstairs and clean off in the bathroom. Leave your dirty clothes here. I’ll throw them in the washer and we’ll get them clean. You sure you’re not going to be expected at home?”

“Yeah, no one will be there until tonight.”And Brian carefully began to remove his socks, shoes, pants and underwear.

Melinda watched in silence for a while, still standing in the same place, unable to believe that this had just happened in her living room. The smell of sex registered to her brain. Her tingling pussy wanted to be rubbed so bad that her legs twitched, making walking a dangerous aspect.

“I’d take you home, but the car isn’t here.” Matt had it, but she didn’t want to say her husband’s name to Brian right now. Melinda also didn’t mention that Brian’s home was within walking distance. “I’ll make us some lunch while the clothes are washing. And… after I clean up… that.” She pointed.

“Okay.”

Grabbing his shirt, Brian stood up, softening penis wobbling back and forth. He walked halfway across the room before turning around and catching Melinda in the act of looking at his young butt.

“I… don’t have any pants?”

“I’ll get you something,” Melinda said, tearing her eyes away from Brian’s penis.

He nodded and made his way up the stairs, butt cheeks flexing.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Melinda swallowed, throat dry. Without Brian in the room, she felt confident enough to walk, so she moved toward the kitchen, trying to think of where her cleaners were. Rummaging in the cupboard beneath her sink, she found carpet cleaner and a sponge. Remembering the cum on her coffee table, she also grabbed some hard-surface cleaner.

Standing, she went back to the living room and stared at the mess for a little longer before kneeling. The smell of cum was still strong.

There was CUM on the carpet of her living room. The cum of a guy who hardly needed to shave every week, let alone every day. How hot was that? 

Melinda looked toward the stairs, hearing the water run as Brian cleaned up. She figured he wouldn’t come down within the next few seconds. Before she could convince herself not to, Melinda put a finger on her coffee table and swiped up some drying cum. The finger went into her mouth.

It had been years since she’d tasted cum. Matt typically stayed with the traditional “it all goes in the vagina” idea. Their first few months of marriage had been different, but that seemed a very long time ago.

Closing her eyes, Melinda twirled her tongue around her finger and swallowed. The water upstairs turned off and she quickly pulled her finger out of her mouth, squirting cleaner onto the mess.

Getting the cum off the table was easy, although she’d have to get rid of a splattered People magazine. The carpet was another story. It took several minutes of scrubbing before the only evidence of the erotic moment was a patch of wetness.

While she cleaned, Brian came down the stairs, quiet. His shirt was long enough that it covered his penis completely, but he walked gingerly, obviously afraid that he might flash her. As if he hadn’t just done that and much more. Melinda thought he might sit down on the couch or a chair, but he simply stood there, watching her clean.

Not that she blamed him. She was on her knees, scrubbing a floor, after all. Her shirt didn’t allow for any revealing cleavage, but her free breasts wobbled substantially as she worked, and her butt, barely covered by her tiny shorts, stuck out into the air.

Conscious of the kid watching her, Melinda exaggerated her movements and raised her rear end even higher.

Mess clean, Melinda stood and, smiling sweetly at Brian—he smiled weakly back—she deposited the cleaning material back into the kitchen and went upstairs to find something for the kid to wear.

Nothing from HER side of the closet, obviously. He wouldn’t appreciate being put into girl clothes, even if they would fit him better than anything Matt owned. Settling for some sweat pants with a draw string, Melinda went downstairs and proffered the pants to Brian, who now sat on the couch, legs together, actually twiddling his thumbs.

He took the pants and put them on, still seated. In the instant that Brian lifted his legs to slip on the pants, Melinda caught a glimpse of his soft penis. Only about three inches long, Melinda couldn’t help but note how… adorable it was. What would it feel like to have that thing in her mouth, growing into the hard dick she’d seen earlier?

Shaking the thought from her head, Melinda set about washing Brian’s clothes and fixing a couple sandwiches. The sound of Bailey mowing the lawn filtered into the house, but all else was quiet. She and Brian didn’t talk until Melinda was about halfway done eating her sandwich.

“You really don’t need to be embarrassed,” she said. He’d hardly looked at her since cumming.

I hope this hasn’t scarred him for life, Melinda thought.

“Okay,” was his only response.

Thinking frantically how she could put Brian’s mind at ease, Melinda ate. Her body conflicted with her mind. She wanted him to feel better, but she also really, really wanted to have her own orgasm. She almost NEEDED it.

Maybe she could do both?

Melinda took a deep breath, steeling herself.

“So, do you want to watch something with me while your clothes get ready?”

“Sure.”

A few minutes later, they were in the living room. They sat on the large, plush couch opposite of her laptop, which was placed on the coffee table in front of them. Brian sat as far away from Melinda as possible, still not looking at her. She wondered briefly if Brian was still embarrassed or just didn’t want to be caught ogling. Melinda’s nipples had softened and no longer poked out of her shirt, but the shape of her breasts was quite visible. Her tiny shorts had pushed up, revealing the entirety of her legs… and the still-damp spot on her crotch.

Melinda made no move to cover up. And instead of opening her laptop, she asked a question, heart speeding up again at the thought of what she was about to do.

“So do you have a girlfriend?”

Glancing at her with an “are you crazy?” look, Brian shook his head. “No one would go out with me.”

“I would,” Melinda said, putting her hand on his leg.

“You’re… taken.”

Feeling him tense at her touch, she scooted closer. “Yeah, but if I WASN’T taken, I’d totally go out with you.”

“I’m way younger than you.”

He squirmed a little at her proximity, but didn’t try to move farther away. Melinda took this as a good sign.

“Age is just a number, right? Besides, I’m not THAT old.”

He gaped at her. “I… I didn’t mean you were OLD.”

She laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder, scooting yet closer. “I’m just giving you a hard time, silly.” After a few moments of silence, she smiled slyly at him and continued. “So, you like older women?”

“I… I guess? I just like girls in general, I think.”

“What kind of girls, though? Blonde, brunette, ginger, black hair?” He looked back at her with an “I don’t know?” expression. “No hair??”

He smiled a little, and it warmed Melinda’s heart. She was getting through to him.

“I like longer hair, I guess. And any color, really, as long as she’s pretty.” Brian blushed. “Sorry, that sounds way shallow.”

“Not at all. We’re talking about PHYSICAL attraction right now, nothing more.” She brushed her dark, shoulder-length hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face.

Smiling again, Melinda licked her lips and turned toward the coffee table, opening her laptop and unlocking it with her password. After opening Google, she considered what she was going to search for. Finally, she settled on “Hot girl with long hair.”

Navigating to the images section of the search engine, Melinda chuckled.

“Now THAT is a lot of beauty,” she said, glancing over to Brian. The kid stared at the screen, features blank. None of the girls were showing much skin, but it was obvious that he was a bit overwhelmed. “If you could choose any one of these girls to be your girlfriend, which one would you choose?”

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered. But he also looked at her and smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, come on,” she pressed, nudging him with her elbow. “Which one do you think is the hottest?”

Brian looked back at the screen, furrowing his brow and absently rubbing his knees. Swallowing, he pointed at the screen and simply said, “Her.”

The girl in question was young, with long, blonde, curly hair. She smiled sweetly at the camera, her green eyes mischievous.

“She’s not very… busty,” Melinda said. “But she’s definitely hot in that ‘girl next door’ sort of way. Let’s see here….”

She thought for a moment and then typed, “young girl with long blonde hair and small boobs.”

Melinda heard Brian’s breath catch and she looked over at the stunned kid, smiling.

Her search filter was off, meaning that mature images wouldn’t be blocked; several of the women on the screen were topless or fully nude.

Brian squirmed, not blinking. His hand hovered toward his crotch as if magnetized; he obviously had experience with porn and knew what to do with his penis while looking at it. But Brian must have remembered that he was with company and brought his hand down onto his leg. It looked like this decision was almost physically painful.

Melinda bit her lip to stop from laughing. Not that she had any room to judge Brian; she was super horny too. It wasn’t the naked girls that turned Melinda on, even though most of them were gorgeous. It was that she was sharing these photos with a kid who was obviously turned on by them. Her nipples hardened almost immediately.

“So which of THESE do you like best?”

He didn’t look at her. Instead, Brian leaned forward, shaking, obviously trying to cover the tent that was forming in his pants. He licked his lips. Eventually, he pointed.

“But this girl is the only one with brown hair!” Melinda said with fake exasperation. “I thought you liked blondes!”

He chuckled nervously and widened his eyes when Melinda clicked on the picture to enlarge it. The woman was again young, and her breasts were quite small, but there the resemblance to his last ***********ion ended. She looked at the camera with dark brown eyes, a stunned smile on her lips, cheeks red either from excitement or embarrassment. Her stiff nipples were light in color, and she had one hand covering her crotch, the other palm out toward the camera. The girl was outside somewhere, maybe at a park. She was obviously streaking.

“So now you’re into brunettes?” Melinda asked after several seconds had passed. Brian hadn’t blinked.

“Well, yeah, I… I guess. I told you, I’m not that picky about hair color.”

“Hmm,” Melinda said, tapping her finger to her lips absently. She typed several different things into the search engine, but nothing was coming up with two naked girls, one with blonde hair and one with brown. Many of the images showed couples, both straight and lesbian, having sex. The sight of hot, naked men served to turn Melinda on further.

Finally, out of frustration, Melinda typed, “lots of naked girls.”

Brian’s eyes widened even further as images flooded the screen. Many of the groups of women were naturalists, several were shots of parties turned orgies, and some were just shots of multiple porn stars. All sorts of girls were represented. Most were at least pretty, of course, and large breasts were common. Some were in the process of a sex act, either with another woman or with a man, or sometimes even both at the same time.

Melinda’s leg shook. Her mouth was dry. She watched Brian squirm, her eyes lingering on his crotch when he looked over to her; let him see her seeing him.

“So it looks like multiple girls are a turn on for you,” Melinda said, smirking. “Which picture do you like best?”

Brian immediately pointed at a group of showering girls. Melinda suspected that this was professional pornography meant to look like it was amateur. The girls were all nude, of course, and all stunningly beautiful, their hair and bodies wet. One girl rubbed the small breasts of another playfully while their other three friends watched, laughing.

“Okay, showers,” Melinda muttered and typed “lots of girls taking a shower together.”

When the screen loaded, Melinda was surprised that most of the photos she saw were stills of the same video. Eight girls were showering together, and it looked like the event ended with a lesbian orgy. Brian’s hand once again hovered toward his now-hard penis and this time didn’t stop. He stuck the hand down his pants and stayed down there a little too long to just be a simple adjustment.

“Well,” Melinda said, cheerfully. “I think we found what we’re going to watch! Come on.”

They made their way toward the family room, where a 70’ screen television dominated the west wall. A window showed bushes and the same parking lot and shed where the day’s events had started.

“Give me just a minute,” Melinda said, glancing down at Brian’s tented pants. Fingers shaking a bit, she set up the TV to stream from her computer, found the full video of the eight girls showering together, and pushed the play icon.

“Sit,” she said as the video began, sound a little louder than Melinda was usually comfortable with. Brian sat on the large white couch opposite of the TV and Melinda sat next to him.

The video started with the eight girls undressing in a locker room and as the girls began showering Melinda spoke to Brian.

“You know, it’s okay if you want to masturbate again.”

He looked at her, eyes still wide. She shrugged.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you do it before.”

Nodding slowly, Brian stared at the screen, probably wondering if his Sunday School teacher was crazy. Melinda wondered that too. She very rarely looked at porn and had NEVER watched it with someone else, not even her husband. Now here she was trying to coerce a kid to jack off in front of her while they watched eight girls playing with each other’s boobs. This was certainly out of character for her.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Melinda’s eyes were mostly on Brian while the video continued; the girls were hot, but she wasn’t a lesbian and there was a living, breathing male sitting right next to her, no doubt hornier than he’d ever been in his relatively short life. His will broke as the girls on the screen began comparing pussies. Half were completely bald; the other half had some hair but not much.

Brian put his hand inside his pants (really her HUSBAND’S pants; the thought turned Melinda on even more) and began rubbing himself. After a few seconds of this, Melinda spoke.

“I’d really rather not have you get those pants dirty.”

He looked over to her and got the hint.

Hands trembling, Brian stood and shoved the pants down to his ankles, kicking them off. He followed this by taking off his shirt.

Naked, Brian sat down next to Melinda. His hand stroked his dick up and down. His eyes alternated between the screen and Melinda. He was having a hard time breathing.

But he had also orgasmed recently. As hard as his penis was, Melinda still couldn’t see any pre-cum. This might take some time, she thought.

The video progressed to some oral sex between the girls, but Melinda concentrated on Brian’s little head; she wasn’t going to miss another orgasm from this kid. Not after orchestrating this little show. And not while she was so horny.

An eternity passed before a bead of pre-cum finally leaked out of the tiny hole at the tip of Brian’s penis. Melinda was a lot closer to him than the last time she’d watched him jack off, and she nearly came just looking at his hand smear the liquid all over his member. Moans of ecstasy came from the TV, but Melinda didn’t even glance toward it.

Her hands moved. I guess I’VE lost control, too, she thought, as her shirt came up over her head. Brian’s eyes flew from the screen to the woman sitting next to him. Melinda watched him looking at her topless figure. Both of their mouths were slightly open to gain enough air for their gasping lungs. Her full breasts were covered in tiny goose bumps, and the nipples were completely erect; more erect, in fact, than Melinda had ever recalled them being. They were so hard that they hurt.

Her damp shorts came off. And they were both naked, staring at each other.

Melinda became even hotter when she realized that Brian had basically forgotten the eight girls on the screen. He was looking at HER. She was older than the porn stars, not quite as pretty, with breasts that sagged a bit. She had a small, but noticeable, bulge around her stomach where her lack of exercise showed. Her legs weren’t as shapely as she’d like them to be. And her pussy had a mat of dark hair on it.

But he was looking at HER.

Moaning, Melinda began to rub her wet clitoris and, somewhat belatedly, said, “Do you mind if I do this too?”

Brian shook his head, kept staring at her, and kept yanking off. His penis was red and glistening.

She lasted longer than she expected to. Right hand rubbing vigorously at her pussy and left hand pinching a nipple, Melinda felt an orgasm approaching. Turned on as much as she was, she knew there was no stopping it. At that moment she might have been able to cum without moving a muscle. But masturbating in front of Brian made things even better, and she reveled in it.

Glancing to Brian’s young face, Melinda’s first orgasm hit. He was looking at her pussy when it began to flutter, and his hand stopped pumping for a moment while he watched her orgasm. In the distance, Melinda heard other girls having orgasms on the screen, but her eyes remained locked onto Brian’s penis, its tip fully visible now that Brian was just holding its base. It pulsed.

The orgasm intensified and she let out a groan. It continued to escalate, her vision tunneling, seeing only the penis of her Sunday School student, and she wondered idly if she might pass out. Screaming, she pulled into the other side of her orgasm, vision returning to relative normal as a wave of afterglow struck her body.

Her sensations became hyper aware. She noticed that Brian was sweating a bit, could smell his sweat mingling with the scent of her orgasm. Another girl began to have an orgasm on the TV; she ignored it. Most sensitive, though, was her skin.

Melinda’s leg had become pressed up next to Brian’s, a result of her spreading her legs a few seconds earlier; his hair tickled her smooth thigh. The fabric of the soft couch cradled her rear end, feeling like a cloud. And her fingers on her pussy created aftershock upon aftershock, making her body quiver everywhere. The hand on her breast quickly joined the one at her crotch as her body decided that it wasn’t over with its moment of pleasure quite yet.

“Holy shit!” Melinda blurted out as her hands rubbed vigorously. Two of her fingers found their way into her hole and her left hand began pumping into and out of her, her right hand still concentrating on her clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” This time she screamed it. Another orgasm swept through her body, this one not quite as intense as the first, but much longer. Each second seemed like an hour as her muscles spasmed out of control. She flopped like a fish on the couch, each brush against Brian’s leg causing her to shake more.

Brian was jacking off again, mouth opened almost comically wide.

“Napkin?” was all he could manage to say. This, the look on his face, and the purple pulsing of his penis, all clued Melinda in. He was about to cum.

There were no napkins on hand; they had left them on the living room table, right next to the soiled People magazine. Even if a napkin had been in her fist, Melinda wouldn’t have used it.

Dropping clumsily to the floor, still coming down from the high of her previous orgasm, Melinda turned to face Brian. Batting the kid’s hands away, she took his penis into her right hand and began stroking it firmly. Her left hand was at her pussy, rubbing.

Movement caught her eye. She had a large mirror across from the window, something of an heirloom, with swirly designs around its edges. It reflected the bushes right outside.

And it reflected the wide brown eyes and white face of Bailey, watching in wonder has her Sunday School teacher began jacking off one of her friends. 

The girl’s young hand was pressed up against her mouth; it was Bailey moving her hand that had caught Melinda’s eye. The girl was obviously trying to hide, peeping between two of the bushes. It was also obvious that she had an amazing view of the couch, but if it weren’t for the mirror, Melinda probably would have never seen Bailey spying on them.

In her orgasm-rattled mind, Melinda couldn’t decide what to do about the situation, so her body continued doing what it wanted; pleasuring the boy in front of her and pleasuring herself. Whatever Bailey was going to do about this, she was going to do. And letting the girl know that she’d been caught spying might be worse than just letting her peep.

Using this somewhat skewed logic, Melinda redoubled her efforts. Brian let out a wordless moan and thrust his hips forward violently. Melinda scooted as close to him as she could, hands still working. Her breasts now hung directly below the boy’s dick, warm pre-cum splattering against her sensitive flesh as she jacked Brian off. She felt his inner thigh muscles constricting against the sides of her breasts as the kid tried to delay his orgasm.

He did rather well, for a kid his age. After a few seconds, a long stream of semen spurted out of Brian’s dick, just after she had forcefully bent it down toward her breasts. He let out a long moan as another round spurted onto Melinda’s flesh.

She held onto his dick as the fluid stuck to her chest. The rest of Brian’s orgasm ended up on her hand. Melinda slowly stroked the boy up and down, lovingly milking him.

Her left hand still idly rubbed her pussy, and she felt another, smaller surge approaching. Melinda glanced over to the mirror and saw that, yes, Bailey was still there, watching, her hand still to her mouth.

The voyeurism sent Melinda over the edge.

This final orgasm was weaker but far longer than even the second one. It burned inside of her as she held onto Brian’s softening penis. Melinda closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, resting her head on the boy’s left knee.

Melinda opened her eyes. Brian was either asleep or in a stupendous after glow, chest slowly going up and down, mouth open. A quick check showed that Bailey was gone. Wondering how much time had passed, Melinda took her cum-covered hand away from Brian’s soft penis. The TV was silent; the video had ended at some point.

Standing shakily, Melinda stared in awe at Brian’s naked form. Had she really just done that? Now that her pussy had been satisfied (three times over), the full import of her actions began to crash down into her mind. She had cheated on her husband. With Brian, one of her Sunday School students. And Bailey had watched.

Waiting for the feelings of dread and guilt to hit her, Melinda moved toward Brian, trying to keep her eyes off of that adorable dick. He opened his eyes without prompting.

“Are… are you okay?” Melinda asked somewhat timidly, conscious of her naked body, covered in sweat and cum. She wasn’t sure if that was the correct question to ask in this situation, but it was all she could think of.

Brian nodded and smiled a little. When he whispered, “that was awesome,” Melinda’s heart leapt to her throat and all negative feelings disappeared. Maybe what she had done was wrong, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t feel bad about it.

It took some time for them to get cleaned up. They took turns showering as Brian’s clothes were being dried. After he dressed, they small talked for a while, almost like they hadn’t just had the wildest event of their lives… up to this point, at least.

As the sun slipped toward the horizon, Brian said he had to go. The only indication that anything had happened between them was a slight knowing smile on each of their faces and a small peck on the cheek from Melinda.

“Be careful out there,” Melinda said as Brian walked out the door. “And I’ll see you in Sunday School tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he said, his smile widening. “I’ll see you then.”

Hot train fuck by sbksbk

Introduction:

do post your comments in the end…:)I was wearing a kurta and pajama (North Indian attire for men, suitable for day and night wear) so that I would be comfortable and didn’t have to change on the train.

The incident I am about to narrate took place some years ago. The upper berth was still empty. I was wondering who would be my travel companion when the coach attendant arrived with a lady.

“Madam, this is the only berth, which is not occupied. If you want I can allot it to you. This gentleman is also traveling to Madras like you,” he said, pointing to the upper berth.

The lady looked around the compartment and seeing me she hesitated but said, “Oh, I must get there by this train. Okay, I will take it.” The lady stared at me for a minute then went out with the coach attendant.

Soon she was back carrying her vanity case and accompanied by a coolie (porter), who stowed away her luggage. The train started to move as she settled down. I was sitting next to the window and she made herself comfortable on the other end of the berth. She took out a Sidney Sheldon and started to read.

She was about 24 years old, beautiful, tall, slim, very fair with long hair tastefully done up in a bun behind her head. She wore a sky blue chiffon sari with matching blouse, matching bindi (round mark on the forehead of Indian ladies) and matching sandals. Her sari was wrapped tightly round her body showing all her curves to their best advantage. The pallu (the upper end of the sari) was pulled tightly across her firm boobs. Her boobs were not very large but the right size for her physique.

It was evident from the sindoor (vermillion colored powder) in her hair parting that she was married. She had a double pearl string around her neck, which enhanced the beauty of her swan like neck, pearl tops and a diamond ring on her fingers. She looked educated and seemed to belong to upper middle class and moving in good society. To me she seemed like Miss World and Miss Universe both rolled in one.

Seeing her beautiful face I wondered how beautiful her choot would be and I got a hard on. I introduced myself and we started to talk. Our conversation was in English. She was easy to talk to and was quite at ease during the whole time.

During our conversation she told me that her name was Kiran. She was married for four years and had no children. Her husband had gone abroad for two months training and she had spent this time visiting with her parents. Her husband was coming back tomorrow night and she was returning to her husband’s home to be with him. Actually she wanted to travel on yesterday’s train, so that she could receive him, but could not get a berth. This apparently was the reason she had agreed to share a coupe with an unknown male passenger.

While we were talking the coach attendant came to make the beds. We went out in the corridor. She stood near me. I could smell the lovely perfume she had used.

“She has not had a cock for the last two months, as her husband is away and must be feeling very horny,” I thought. This did not do my hard on any good.

After the attendant had finished making the beds he took our order for dinner and said, “I will serve it around 9 p.m. in the compartment. Is it all right?”

We said okay and he left.

We returned to our seats. I sat down as before near the window but Kiran instead of sitting at the far end of the berth sat down near the middle and we continued our conversation.

During our conversation I kept getting hard on from time to time. On couple of occasions I had to adjust my position to hide my hard on from her view.

At about seven I opened my ‘travel bar’. “Would you care for a drink? I am sorry I can offer only a limited choice of scotch and cognac,” I asked politely.

For a moment she hesitated then said, “Thank you very much. I would love to join you. Scotch with soda for me, please.” I poured out the drinks and we settled back to enjoy them.

While I had finished half a glass, Kiran had emptied her glass. When I started to refresh her drink she took the bottle from my hand and poured herself a stiff drink, which she started to gulp.

I was in no mood to be stuck with an intoxicated woman all night. I advised her to drink slowly. She said, “Don’t worry, I will not embarrass you. I am quite used to drinking at parties.”

When the attendant brought dinner she had had four drinks to mine two. She was definitely used to drinking because the scotch had no visible effect on her. We ate our dinner. After dinner we sipped some cognac. When the attendant came to collect the dishes he asked, “When should I serve the morning tea?”

“Would tea at 7 a.m. be all right or would you prefer it earlier?” I asked Kiran.

“7 O’clock is fine with me,” she replied.

“At seven,” I told the attendant.

At 10 p.m. she said, “I think I’ll go to bed now.”

“I will go out to smoke a cigarette and in the meanwhile, if you like, you can change into your nightclothes,” I said going into the corridor.

After 15 minutes, I returned to the compartment. The compartment was in darkness. I slid open the door without making any noise. All the lights in the compartment were switched off except the nightlight. I thought that Kiran had gone to sleep. I opened the door softy and entered. In the glow of the nightlight I saw, to my surprise, that Kiran was lying on the lower berth. She lay flat on her back with legs slightly apart and her arm across her face.

Dear reader you can imagine what was the effect on my cock seeing her in this posture. You are right I got a hard on again. I called out her name softly but she did not reply. I touched her on the arm and said, “Kiran, tumhara berth uper wala hai tum wahan leto (Kiran, the upper berth is yours, you lie there).”

“Uuunnnn,” she said shaking her head. The whisky has taken effect, I thought.

“Kiran, tumhara berth uper wala hai tum wahan leto (Kiran, the upper berth is yours, you lie there),” I repeated.

Without removing her arm she said, “Uunn, tum uper let jao (Uunn, you lie on the top).”

This remark of hers gave me the opening I was looking for all evening but still to make sure, I asked, “You won’t mind?”

“No,” she said shaking her head.

I quickly lay down on top of her and pushing my standing cock between her parted legs, started to make fuck motions.

“WHA…,” she said surprised.

I immediately sealed her lips with mine. At first she tried to protest but few seconds later kissed me back. Her legs opened a little more making it easier for my lund (cock) to reach her choot (cunt).

When our kiss broke, she said softly, “Aap yeh kya kar rahe hain? (What are you doing?)”

“Jo tumne kaha tha wahi kar raha hoon. Uper let gaya hoon (I am doing what you said. I am lying on top),” I said.

“Mera yeh matlab nahin tha (This not what I meant),” she giggled.

Now confident of fucking her I started squeezing her tits and kissed her again and again. She kissed me back with the same fervor that I kissed her. Soft moans of pleasure escaped her.

I whispered, “Kiran, aise chudai main mazaa nahin aayega. Hum apne kapre uttar lain (Kiran, we will not enjoy fucking this way. Let us take off our clothes).”

‘Nahin, aisse hee chodo (No, fuck like this),” she said.

“Kiran, please take off your clothes,” I said again.

“Achcha, lakin batti band kar do mujhe sharam aati hai (Okay, but switch off the light, I feel embarrassed),” she replied.

I switched off the nightlight. I quickly undressed and watched her undress in the little light, which filtered through the door curtain and the window. When I saw that she had pulled off her panties, I suddenly switched on the main light of the compartment. With a small squeal she jumped into my arms, screaming, “EEEKK, batti kyon jaladi? (EEEKK, why did you switch on the light?)”

“Tera khoobsoorat badan dekhne ko (To admire your beautiful body),” I said holding her at arms length.

As expected her body was very pretty and without any blemish of any sort. Her shapely tits were firm and without any sag. Her nipples were hard with excitement and pointing at me. Her choot, with her swollen clit peeping out from in between her lower lips, had a freshly shaven look.

‘Sahebji, please switch off the light,” she pleaded.

Kissing her and running my fingers caressing her choot, I slowly led her to the berth and laid her down. In order not attract undue attention I switched off the main compartment light leaving the reading light on and I lay down next to her.

She was staring at my erect cock. “What is the matter? Haven’t you seen an erect cock before?’ I asked placing her hand on my standing cock.

“Aapka lund tau bahut barda hai. Mere mard ka laurda iss se chota hai (Your cock is very large. My husband’s cock is smaller),” she said.

“They come in all sizes,” I laughed taking her erect clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and pressed it.

“Ooooo,” she exclaimed bucking her bottoms against my hand.

I continued to press her clit and slowly moved my fingers into her wet choot and started to finger fuck her. When I drew my finger outwards she raised her choot to keep the finger from withdrawing.

She continued to moan with pleasure while I finger fucked her. After a while she took hold of my cock and tried to pull me on top of her. I mounted her but did not attempt to enter her choot. Instead, I rubbed my lund up and down in her wet slit, from her clit to her fuck hole and back.

She kept muttering, “Oh Sahebji, oh Sahebji,” with her eyes closed and her hips moving up and down in fuck motion.

“Sahebji, mujhe iss tereh kyon sata rahe ho. Please apna lund meri choot main dal kar mujhe chodo (Sahebji, why are you teasing me like this. Please put your cock in my cunt and fuck me),” she begged. I placed my cock on the door of her dripping choot and pushed slowly.

“Oh, oh zara dhire dhire, lag raha hai (Oh, oh little slowly, it is hurting),” she said.

Amid lot of UFF’s and OHH’s I entered her. Soon I was fully in her. I found her choot to be quite tight for a woman who had been married for four years and was used to regular fucking. Apparently her statement that the cock of her husband was smaller than mine was correct.

I slowly moved in and out. After a few strokes she let out a loud sigh and released her cunt juices wetting my prodder. I maintained my slow rhythm and soon her hips were moving in rhythm of my strokes.

‘FASTER SAHEBJI FASTER,’ she shouted.

“Shh, someone might hear you,” I said.

‘Let them,’ she panted.

Her breath was coming in gasps. Suddenly she threw her head back and her body arched pressing her choot against my crotch. It was not long before she came again with a long sigh. Without missing a stroke I continued till I felt my seed rising and my strokes became faster and harder.

“Darling, I am about to come,” I gasped.

“HAAN, MAIN BHI PHIR CHUTENE WALI HOON. OH AISSE HEE CHODO, HAAN AUR JOR SE, THORDA AUR. RUKANA NAHIN. JOR SE HAAN, HAAN OH OHHHHHHHHHHH (YES, I AM ALSO ABOUT TO CUM AGAIN. FUCK ME LIKE THIS, Y…HES HARDER, Y…HES STILL HARDER. DON’T STOP OH OHHHHHHHHHHH),” she yelled and fell back gasping for breath.

Just then I also spurted my cum into her fuck hole. When my lund (cock) lost its stiffness I withdrew and lay down next to her.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked panting.

“Oh, it was heavenly. I have never cum like this before,” she said, “I hope my bald choot pleased you.”

“Oh yes, I love bald choots,” I said, caressing her shaven choot, “and it was tight like the choot of a freshly deflowered hairless choot of a young girl.”

“Aren’t you scared to deflower a virgin? This cock yours could kill her,” she said taking my limp cock in her hands.

“I have deflowered many virgins, young and old, and none of them have died. On the contrary all enjoyed themselves thoroughly,” I laughed, “enough about me, I hope I didn’t impose myself on you?”

“Not at all, I wanted you to fuck me,” she said blushing.

“Really, tell me about it,” I said.

“You already know that I was without a cock for two months. I was looking forward to my husband fucking me. I had also shaved my choot this morning, as my husband does not like hair on it. Thinking about my husband made me very horny,” she said moving the foreskin of cock up and down.

“While talking to you I saw you becoming hard every now and then. Seeing this my choot started to drip. I therefore decided not to wait for my husband to fuck me but to get fucked by you tonight. The trouble was I did not know how to go about it. I thought you would make a pass at me but you did not. When you offered me a drink, I accepted hoping to drown my inhibitions in alcohol and be able to give some suggestive hints. But this also did not help, as I could not overcome my maidenly shyness.”

“Soon it was bed time and I was very disappointed. That is why I was lying the way I was when you came back. Then you asked me to shift to my berth without thinking and out of frustration I made that remark. I actually meant for you to take the upper berth but thank God you misunderstood me and lay down on top of me. Rest you know. I was very happy that you had taken the initiative.”

“I knew that you wanted me to sleep on the upper berth but as I had wanted to fuck you from the moment I had laid my eyes upon you, I decided to take the risk and lie on top of you,” I said laughing.

“What would you done if I had screamed?” she giggled.

“I would have said that I misunderstood you,” I laughed.

“You are a sly man,” she laughed.

The conversation and Kiran’s handling of my lund had made it stiff again. I mounted her again and we enjoyed a long slow satisfying fuck. Then we lay back to rest and fell asleep.

When I got up the train was standing at a station. I looked at my watch. I had not slept more than 20 minutes. When the train started moving again I slowly removed her arm, which was round my chest and pushed her flat on her back. Kiran was fast asleep.

I crouched between her legs and separating her cunt lips started to lick along the length of her slit. She got up with a start and not knowing what was happening gave a small scream.

“Darling, not so loud,” I cautioned her again.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she said loudly.

“Let me do what I like. Just lie back and enjoy yourself,” I said and continued to eat her choot.

“Oh Sahebji, it feels sooooo good,” she moaned, raising her hips and pressed her cunt against my lips.

The train and my tongue gathered speed. I licked and sucked her swollen clit. Suddenly I took her hard clit between my teeth and bit lightly on it.

“OWW, IT HURTS BUT IT FEELS SOOOO GOOD. DON’T STOP. GO ON Y…HES GO ON. I AM NEARLY THERE. OH OHHH I AAAAMMMMM COOOMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG,” she screamed and released a stream of warm cunt juice in my mouth.

“Darling, raise your legs and hold them there,” I said, continuing to eat her pussy

She raised her legs and held them aloft exposing her gaping choot hole. I rimmed her cunt. ‘OH MY GOD, IT FEELS WONDERFUL,’ she screamed. Then I shoved my tongue in her lower mouth.

“AGHRR,” she yelped and with a loud sigh came again.

As I licked her offering, she yelled, “MUJHSE AB SAHA NAHIN JATA. SAHEBJI, DER MAT KARO. APNA LAURDA MERI CHOOT MAIN GHUSSERD DO (I CAN’T STAND IT ANY MORE. SAHEBJI, DON’T DELAY. SHOVE YOUR COCK INTO MY CUNT).”

Ignoring her pleas I started to tongue fuck her. After few minutes she was on the boil again. She pressed her choot to my mouth and placed her hands on the back of my head guiding me to her sensuous spots. She was coming non-stop like a waterfall.

‘SAHEBJI, FASTER Y…HESSS TONGUE FUCK ME FASTER. OH OHHH I AMMM COOMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG,’ she screamed.

I continued to tongue fuck her but she caught me by my hair and tried to pull me on top of her. “Sahebji, ab mujhe chodo (Sahebji, fuck me now),” she said gasping for breath.

I got on top of her. “Your wish is my command,” I chuckled and placing my cock at the entrance of her choot pushed in the whole of it in one hard stroke.

“OWWW,” she cried.

I started to move my cock in and out of her dripping choot. I fucked her with long slow strokes. I kept varying the length and speed constantly and her moans of pleasure got louder and louder. Her bottoms moved in rhythm of my strokes. Suddenly she threw back her head and her back arched upwards.

“H…HAAN AUR ZOR SE CHODO. HAAN AUR TEZ. OH OHH MERA NIKALNE WALA HAI (Y…HESS FUCK ME HARDER. Y…HES FASTER. OH OHH I AM ABOUT TO CUM),” she moaned loudly.

I continued to fuck her with steady strokes.

“Y…HESS Y…HESSS, SAHEBJI, I AMMM COMMMMIIIINNNNG,” she screamed and lay panting. I slowed down to give her time to catch her breath.

“OH SAHEBJI, DON’T STOP. KEEP MOVING. MAKE ME CUM AGAIN,” she panted bucking her bottoms from below.

I recommenced the fuck motion. After a few strokes her bottoms started to move, keeping rhythm with my in and out strokes. I felt my sperm rising and my strokes became shorter and harder.

“SAHEBJI, CONTINUE LIKE THIS. YOU WILL MAKE ME CUM AGAIN,” she panted.

“I am not too far away also,” I panted.

“FASTER, SAHEBJI, FASTER AND HARDER. I AM NEARLY THERE. Y…HESSS, Y…HESSS I AMM THERE OHHH SAAAHEEEEBJIIIII,” she shouted and fell back on the bed gasping for breath. At this moment I also shot my load into her cum thirsty cunt. Our lips drew together. We lay kissing and savoring the sensations we had just experienced.

“Sahebji, I am surprised that you licked my cunt,” she panted.

“Why? Has your husband not licked your cunny,” I asked.

“No never. What is it called?’ she said.

“It is called cunnilingus or crudely eating the pussy,” I said, ‘I am surprised your husband has never eaten such a pretty pussy.”

“No, this was my first time,” she replied, “My husband squeezes my boobs, sucks their nipples and fucks me. That’s all.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked.

“Oh it was fantastic,” she said, “I have leaned something new tonight.”

“Jaan, abhi tau kayi aur cheezain seekhni hain tumne (Darling, you have to learn many more new things),” I replied.

She looked at me with questioning eyes.

“Jaan, abhi tau tumne mere laurde ko apne muh main lekar choosna hai (Darling, you have to take my cock in your mouth and suck it),” I said.

“No, I am not going to do it. It is wet and slimy,” she said.

“It is your choot that has made it wet and slimy. First lick it clean then suck it,” I said, “Come on do it.”

“Please don’t make me,” she pleaded.

“If I can lick your cunt then you can suck my cock also,” I said pressing her head on my semi hard cock.

She opened her mouth and started to suck. After a couple of minutes my cock became hard as a rock. At first her teeth hurt me but I instructed her and soon she got the hang of it and sucked my cock like an experienced cocksucker.

“Kiran, go on. You are doing fine,” I moaned as her head bobbed up and down.

I caught her head and started to fuck her mouth. “Darling, go on. Don’t stop. I am about to cum,” I moaned.

She tried to free her head from my grip but I held her head tightly. “Oh I am coming,” I moaned and spurted jet after jet of cum into her mouth.

She didn’t swallow but collected all my cum in her mouth. “Swallow it,” I said.

She shook her head. I pinched her nose and held it. She had to decide whether to swallow or choke. She swallowed naturally.

Sis Watches by Koyote

Introduction:

The sister walks in while he’s taking a showerJohn was taking a shower after he got home from work when he heard the bathroom door open. He tried to look through the frosted glass of the shower doors when the shampoo ran down his face and got into his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he kept rinsing his face in an attempt to rinse the soap out of his eyes and tear ducts.

“Damn, that stings,” John said aloud.

He turned the water off and opened the shower door and keeping his eyes squeezed shut tightly as he blindly reached for the towel rack searching for his towel. His hand felt along the wall unable to find his towel.

“Your towel fell on the floor; it’s to your right.”

He recognized his younger sister’s voice. What was she doing in the bathroom while he showered?

John bent down and searched to his right and found the towel. He stood up and pulled the towel up to his face and dabbed his face and his eyes and then opened his stinging and watering eyes to see his sister sitting calmly on the closed toilet seat lid watching him.

“Ah sis… I’m naked here.”

“Yeah, I can definitely see that,” his sister replied grinning.

Karen made no move to leave. Her eyes traveled appraisingly up and down her brother’s dripping physique.

“Is there something that I can do for you Karen?”

“You’re actually doing it.”

“What am I doing… what are you doing in here?

“I’ve never seen a naked guy before. Well not in person, I’ve seen pictures and videos on the internet but I’ve never actually seen a naked guy before. Seeing naked guys in person is a lot more impressive than seeing them on a flat screen.”

“I think you might be too young sis to be worried about looking at naked guys.”

“Too young? Most of the girls that I know say that they have already seen naked guys… some claim to have even seen their erections. Several girls claimed to have even touched a guy’s hardon. A couple of the more adventurous ones have told stories claiming that they have gone a lot further than just looking and touching a guy’s erection too.”

“Do you believe them?” John said as he stood there dripping water while holding the towel in front of his genitals. It came as a complete surprised to John that his younger sister was interested in seeing him naked. He wondered how far her curiosity about naked guys would allow her to go.

“Janet said that I could go to her house if I wanted to see a naked guy. Apparently her brother parades around the house naked all the time. He stays naked even when she’s there and even when she brings her friends over too. She says that he will even let her and her friends watch him jacking off if they show him their tits while he does it.”

“Are you going to take her up on her invitation and go over there and watch her brother jack off?”

“I told Janet that I don’t think that I’d want to watch HER brother jacking off, or even see him naked. I’d much rather see you naked then her fat slob of a brother. Janet agreed with me, she said that she would prefer to see you naked also.”

His sister’s desire to see a naked guy surprised John. He took it as a compliment that her and her girlfriend wanted to see him naked. His curiosity was peeked. Was his sister telling him about Janet’s brother letting girls watch him masturbate because she’s hinting that she’d wanted to watch him jacking off?

“So you came in here just so you can see me naked?”

“I could only think of one guy I wanted to see naked. You don’t really mind if I check out your bod, do you? You always said that I could ask you anything about sex and you’d tell me the truth.”

“I don’t remember you asking me about letting you see me naked,” John laughed.

“I figured that if I’d asked you if I could see you naked, I’m pretty sure that you would’ve said yes. So I came in here to ask you if you would let me see you naked,” Karen grinned back at her brother.

“That’s a circuitous argument sis,” John laughed, “but I’ll let you get away with it this time because you’re right. If you would’ve asked, I’d said yes. So you can check out my body if you want, I don’t really mind if you look. But do me a favor, go stand over by the door and don’t say anything. I’ll just do what I normally do. I’m going to have to try to act like you’re not even in here.”

“Why do I have to go stand by the door?”

“Because you can’t stand this close to me sis when I’m naked or something might pop up that you didn’t expect to see.”

“Okay! But… what makes you think that I don’t want to see that too?” 

Karen jumped up and hustled over to the bathroom door and turned and leaned her back against it, she grinned and stared at her naked brother.

John stood in the shower stall and did his best to try and ignore the fact that his little sister was staring at his naked body. Did she just admit that she wanted to see his erection?

John lifted the towel to his hair and covered his head and started rubbing the towel on his head. He took his time so that his sister could get a good look at his body without her being embarrassed about staring.

He dried his chest, his arms, and his stomach and his groin area. He glanced at his sister; she was staring at his limp dick. Then he turned his back to his sister and flipped the towel over his shoulder, grabbed the other end and see-sawed the towel back and forth across his back. Then he dried his butt and his thighs and then turned back around and faced in the direction of his sister again. He stepped out of the shower and put one foot up on the toilet seat and dried his shin and foot and then switched and put his other foot up on the seat and dried that one. When he put his foot back down on the floor and turned around he was startled to find his sister standing directly behind him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, I just wanted to get a closer look,” Karen glanced up at John’s eyes and then immediately went back to looking at his dick, “by the way John; you got a very muscular butt.”

“Well thanks sis, I’m glad that you like it… I think you got a sexy butt.”

“Really… when did you see my butt?”

“Every time you walk around the house wearing just your underwear.”

“Then you’ve never seen me naked?”

“Nope… As much as I’ve wanted to I never have. Maybe I should come in here the next time that you’re taking a shower and ask you if I could watch you while you’re naked,” John grinned back at his sister.

“You can if you want to… I’d be nervous but I wouldn’t mind it if you saw me naked, if you really wanted to.”

“Ah come on, don’t tease me like that sis, I’d love to see you naked. I’d love to check out those budding little titties of yours and that shapely little butt.”

John turned his back to his sister and tossed his towel over the top of the shower door and spread it out to dry and then turned to the mirror and started combing his hair as he glanced at his sister’s face in the mirror.

He noticed that his sister was still blushing but it didn’t stop her eyes from roaming up and down his body. She moved off to one side so that she could get a better look at his dangling dick and testicles.

John felt a twinge in his dick. He was already horny and his little sister standing there staring at his nakedness just made him more so. He could feel his dick starting to grow and knew that he was going to get a hardon and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He also knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide his upcoming erection from his sister, even if he wrapped a towel around his waist, it would just raise the towel, so he just turned and faced his little sister.

Karen’s eyes widened as she stared down at his dick. She could see it getting longer and fatter. She quickly glanced up at her brother’s face.

“Are you… are you getting a hardon? Why are you getting a hardon?”

“Because my sexy ass little sister is staring at my dick. You did come in here hoping to see more than just me being naked right; you came in here hoping to see my erection, didn’t you?”

“No, I just wanted to see you naked, but this is like an unexpected bonus. So you’re getting a hardon just because I’m here?”

“Sexy girls have that effect on me.”

“You think that I’m sexy?”

“Do you see how quickly my dick is getting hard? Why do you think that I’m getting a hardon? It’s because you’re a sexy ass little shit and you wanted to see it.”

Karen continued to stare as her brother’s dick finished getting completely rigid and stuck out at about a thirty degree angle away from his body.

“WOW! I bet Janet would love to get her hands on your dick!”

“You think so eh?”

“Oh yeah! She said she wants to see if she can make some guy’s dick squirt that white stuff the same way her brother makes his squirt.”

“You could make it squirt, if you wanted to. I could show you how,” John offered brashly.

“Ah, I think I’d ah… I’d ah rather watch Janet doing it first, if you don’t mind,” Karen said as she nervously glanced up from staring at John’s erection to his face. Her eyes were wide with excitement. She breathed rapidly through her open mouth. Her eyes kept returning to John’s stiff dick.

John was excited as he tried to persuade his sister. He tried to instill a sense that this was something that she could miss out on altogether if she didn’t act on this golden opportunity right now.

“Okay, if you’d prefer to watch Janet doing it.., rather than doing it yourself, I guess that would be okay with me.”

John tried to convince his sister as he turned away from her and faced the mirror. He watched her reflection in the mirror. He could see the struggle she was going through on her face, the indecision.

“So it would be okay with you if Janet tried to make you squirt?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I would enjoy it more if you did it. But if you’re too scared and you’d rather watch her doing it, yeah, I guess I’d let Janet do it if you wanted me to. But you’d still want to watch, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yeah, I want to see that too. But, I think I’d rather watch her do it the first time. And then I wouldn’t be so scared. Once I see how she does it then maybe I could do it too.”

John was losing hope. He’d hoped that his little sister would just reach out and grab his dick and start jacking him off. But it started to look like this erection was going to go to waste.

“Well okay then, if that’s the way you want it.”

“Yeah.., then I guess I should call Janet?”

“Okay, but you need to make sure that she really wants to do that. Make sure that she’s not just making up stories about her brother jacking off in front of her and her friends to try to impress you.”

Karen nodded in agreement and turned and headed for the bathroom door. She pulled the door open and stuck her head out in the hallway.

“Janet,” Paula yelled down the hallway.

John’s head snapped in the direction of the bathroom door. He thought that Karen was going to phone Janet and invite her over. He was only half serious about letting Janet jack him off; he was trying to get his sister to do it. He had no idea that Janet was currently in the house.

It took Janet about ten seconds to appear in the bathroom doorway.

“John wants me to make sure that you really want to do this. I think he just wants to make sure that we don’t tell anybody,” Karen told Janet.

Janet’s head turned suddenly as she looked across the bathroom at her friend’s brother. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open as she saw that John was standing there completely naked with a massive erection bobbing around in the air.

She quickly stepped past Karen and kept eyeing John’s nakedness as she approached him. She stopped in front of John and stared down at his erection.

“Yours is bigger than my brother’s,” Janet looked up at John with a nervous and obviously excited look on her face.

Janet being in the house had caught John completely off guard. He was trying to get his sister to play with his stiff dick and hadn’t actually taken his sister’s discussion about Janet seriously. It was just vaguely interesting to him to find out that Janet watched her brother jacking off. He was only interested in that story because he figured that Karen was using Janet’s brother as an example to try to get him to do the same thing in front of her. He’d enjoy demonstrating that for Karen if that’s what she wanted to see. But if Janet really did want to see if she could jack a guy off and make him squirt, then hell yeah, he’d volunteer for that! And if his sister really did want to watch Janet jacking him off, that makes it even better.

“Can I touch it?” Janet looked up at John.

“Only if you use both hands Janet. I don’t want you to just touch it; I want you to feel it. Feel its shape, feel how hard you two girls make my dick.”

Janet started breathing through her open mouth as she looked at John’s erection. She slowly reached out with both hands and started fondling John’s dick.

John looked down and stared at Janet’s hands as she started fondling him. She felt the shape of his dick, from the head of his dick all the way down to his balls. She squeezed his dick, she stroked his shaft, and she tickled the head of his dick with her fingernails. Her hands felt fantastic. Her fondling was making his knees weak.

Karen stepped up next to Janet and stared down at Janet’s hands as her friend played with John’s erection.

“So do you two want to try and make me cum?”

“I think I can, but I’m not sure,” Janet confirmed.

John turned his body towards his sister.

“Let Karen feel it now,” John offered.

Karen looked up at her brother as she stepped in closer and looked down at his erection just as Janet took her hands away. Karen reached out and carefully wrapped her fingers around the shaft of John’s dick as her other hand cupped his testicles in her palm.

“Do you feel how warm it is sis? Squeeze it… feel how hard it is.”

Karen fondled her brother’s erection as she breathed shallowly through her open mouth. Each time Karen squeezed John’s erection; John sighed and slumped a little more.

“Do you think Janet can make you squirt?”

“Well… let’s all just go to my bedroom and we’ll find out,” John suggested even though he already knew the answer to that question. The bigger question in his mind was how long could he hold off cumming with these two girls wanting to see him squirting.

He also knew that it was a good thing that his sister had stopped squeezing his dick because had she kept that up she would have found out how quickly her hands would have had him squirting cum all over her blouse.

John grabbed his wet towel off the shower door and took it with him as he turned and headed for the bathroom door. As he walked away from his sister and her friend he noticed that neither one could take their eyes off his bouncing dick. The two girls followed him down the hallway whispering to each other, he figured that they were talking about his ass. He walked into his bedroom and walked over to his bed and sat down.

Janet followed him to his bed and when he sat down she dropped to her knees in front of him. Karen stopped a couple of feet away from his bed and just watched.

“You guys want to see me cum. So what do I get to look at while you guys watch that?”

Janet immediately started unbuttoning her blouse. Karen started pulling her blouse up out of her shorts and off over her head. John didn’t say anything as he watched and waited. Soon both girls were topless.

“You both have nice breasts, but you know what I want to see even more than your tits? I’m a butt man. I’m sitting here naked and I think that it’s only fair if you two get naked also. How about you two taking your panties off for me so that I can see your beautiful pussies and your tight little butts.”

Both girls blushed as they looked at each other. Janet gave in first, she shrugged her shoulders, stood up, and started pulling her shorts and pants down. Karen hesitated a moment and then she started pulling her shorts and pants down also. In less than thirty seconds the two girls were naked in John’s bedroom.

John eyed the two nubile nudes. He’d never had a naked girl in his bedroom before. His dick throbbed at the sight of them. He scooted backwards on his bed and lay in the middle. He patted the side of his bed indicating that he wanted Janet to lay down with him.

Janet climbed up on the bed and stretched her nude body out alone side of him, she rested her head on his chest and reached out and without asking permission wrapped her fist around his erection. John sighed with pleasure. He motioned for his naked sister to come closer and stand next to the bed on the opposite side than Janet.

Janet started by squeezing John’s shaft first because that’s what she’d seen her brother doing to his.

As Karen approached and stood next to his bed John slid his hand up the back of his sister’s thigh and squeezed one of her naked butt cheeks. As he squeezed he pulled his sister closer to the bed.

Karen turned and faced John and her thighs touched his bed as he leaned over in her direction and kissed her pussy mound. His sister instantly stiffened up but she didn’t pull away. As he lingered there kissing her mound softly and nuzzling his face in her pubic hair his sister started to relax.

“Is that precum?” Karen asked as a droplet of precum started leaking out of the slit in the head of John’s dick.

“Yep, that’s my precum. It’s slippery, it acts like a lubricant, go ahead and feel it if you want to,” John advised his attentive audience.

John returned to kissing his sister’s mound. He could smell her arousal. He slipped his tongue out and pushed the tip of it between his sister’s tight labials and started searched for her clitoris.

“Oh, oh what are you doing?” Karen stiffened suddenly from surprise but again she didn’t pull away, “did you just lick me?”

“I just wanted to see how good you taste. You two know that everybody tastes differently don’t you? Everybody has their own unique taste. You guys can taste me too if you want to,” John quickly answered and then went right back to pushing his tongue between Karen’s labials again.

John prayed that one of the girls was curious enough to want to taste his juices also. He didn’t have long to wait. Janet watched John slip his tongue between Karen’s closed pussy lips and then looked again at the head of John’s leaking dick. She shrugged her shoulders a little and then leaned forward and used her tongue to lick the precum off the head of his dick. John moaned softly.

“How’s it taste?” Karen asked Janet.

“I didn’t taste anything.”

“Put your mouth over the head and then squeeze more out of the shaft, you should be able to taste it that way,” John suggested as he lay back on the bed.

He slipped his fingers between Karen’s legs from behind and worked his fingers upward between her thighs. He pressed his thumb against her asshole and wiggled his first two fingers between her lower labials.

John looked up at his sister’s face. The look on her face almost made him cum. Her eyes were wide in surprise, she was breathing rapidly through her open mouth as she watched what her friend’s hand was doing to her brother’s dick. He wasn’t sure that Karen’s eyes were focusing on what Janet was doing. By the look on her face, her focus was somewhere else.

Karen’s face twitched and her eyebrows raised and her eyes went wide and her legs stiffened up when John pinched her pussy and asshole between his fingers. He’d never seen her face look more beautiful, the sexy reactions she showed on her face was totally erotic. He wanted to make his sister cum just so that he could watch the expressions on her face when she did.

Janet looked up at John’s face and then shrugged her shoulders a little and then leaned over and slipped her lips over the head of John’s dick and sucked mightily as she squeezed his dick shaft tightly in her fist. John’s ass elevated upward as Janet squeezed and sucked more precum out of his dick.

“Oh fuck Janet… you mouth feels goooood!”

Karen leaned over and put one hand on the bed for balance and reached out with her other hand and wrapped her fingers around John’s ball sac. Janet took her mouth off John’s dick and leaned back and started stroking his dick shaft again.

“Damn sis… your hand feels good too. User your fingernails, scrape my balls with your fingernails. Oh fuck, oh damn sis… I love your fingernails on my balls!”

“Geez Karen, look at how much of that stuff is coming out now!”

Precum flowed freely out of John’s dick as Janet’s fist pumped out more of the clear liquid with each upward stroke of her fist. These two girls were getting John very close to blowing his load.

John put his arm over Janet’s back and pulled her naked body closer to his. She snuggled closer and put one leg over his thighs and pushed her pussy mound against John’s upper thigh. He could feel the heat and felt the wetness of her pussy on his thigh.

“Oh…mnnn…oh,” John moaned aloud as Janet started stroking his dick at a faster pace.

The shear eroticism of having two naked girls trying to make him cum was overwhelming John. Having his hand between the cheeks of his sister’s well-formed ass was a thrill that he’d never dreamed could happen.

He threw his head back as he moaned and arched his back trying to push his dick higher in the air trying to give Janet easier access as her stroking hand got him closer and closer to blowing his load.

“Oh damn… your hand feels so good Janet… please don’t stop!”

Janet released her grip on John’s dick shaft long enough to wipe the precum that was dripping off the back of her hand onto his shaft and then when his dick was covered with his own precum she grabbed his slippery dick again and started rapidly jacking him. Her hand slid effortlessly up and down his well lubricated shaft.

“Oh… fuck Janet… oh, oooh… you’re going to make me cum!”

Janet’s hand hit a new speed as she tried to stroke John’s precum covered dick at the same rate of speed that she’d witnessed her brother doing his. Karen started raking her fingernails across John’s balls at a fast pace.

“I’m almost there… Oh… fuck! I’m… gone a… I’m cumming!”

John’s thighs tightened up, his heels pressed down hard on the bed as he arched his back. It took another ten strokes before he pulled Janet’s naked body tighter to his as his dick started erupting.

“Ahhhh fuck… Ahhhh… Ahhhh… Ahhhh… Ahhhh… Ahhhh…”

Karen felt John’s testicles pulsate in her hand with each spurt as sperm started squirting out of his dick. She clamped her thighs shut, trapping her brother’s fingers between her labials as she watched his sperm squirting out and spraying all over his chest and stomach.

“Oh fuck… that was awesome… thank you Janet… nobody has ever done that for me before,” John admitted as he lay on his bed panting for air as cum still oozed out of his dick.

“Did I do it right? Damn that was a lot of fun. I have to go home shortly and I want to do this for my brother when I get there. You don’t think that he’d mind if I did the same thing for him do you?”

“I don’t personally know your brother Janet,” John panted out between breaths, “but if he lets you watch him jack off, then I don’t think he’d mind at all. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that he’d love it if you jacked him off just like you just did for me. Just ask him if it’s okay if you jack him off, and then watch how fast his dick gets hard. And, if for some dumbass reason he says no, you have an open invitation to do this for me as often as you want. That was fucking fantastic!”

Karen picked up John’s discarded bath towel and started cleaning the sperm off her brother’s chest and stomach.

After wiping her hand clean on the wet towel Janet rolled over on her back and started to get off John’s bed.

“Hold on a minute here Janet,” John asked as he rolled towards her and slipped his right hand between her thighs, “let me return the favor.”

Janet froze in place and moaned as John worked his fingers between her labials and he started massaging her labials with his fingers and teasing her clitoris with his thumb.

“You’re pussy is soaking wet Janet,” John whispered erotically in her ear, “I’m going to stick my fingers in you; I’m going to fuck your pussy with my fingers.”

Janet immediately stiffened up. Nobody had ever touched her body the way John was touching her. Her arousal level hit a new high as soon as John’s fingers started to penetrate her vagina.

“Oooh… oh… mmmm…” 

John didn’t show Janet any mercy. He wanted to make her cum. And he wanted her to cum quickly so that he could turn his attention to his beautiful sister.

He slowly pushed his middle finger into Janet’s soaking wet vagina. Not feeling any resistance to his digital intrusion he pushed his finger all the way in her. He did it slowly at first as he watched her face. He saw how close she was already so he started fingering her faster and faster as his thumb rubbed against her clitoris.

Janet arched her back, pushing her head, her butt, and her heels hard down on the bed and started a sexy whimpering moan that grew louder and louder as John rapidly jammed his finger in and out of her pussy. He moved his mouth down to her chest and gently bit her right nipple.

Her legs thrashed and jerked a couple of times and then it happened.

“Oooooo… Ooh… Ouuu… Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh…”

Janet came all over John’s finger. She moaned and thrashed and her body stiffened and then suddenly she went limp. John slowly pulled his finger out of Janet’s pussy. He watched her as she panted for breath. He brought the finger up to his nose and sniffed it and then slipped his finger between his lips and sucked her juices off.

“You taste pretty good girl. Did you enjoy that?”

Janet just panted. She couldn’t answer.

“Hey sis, now it’s your turn. Climb up her on the bed and straddle my chest. I’ve always wanted to get a close look at your beautiful pussy, if you don’t mind.”

Karen hesitated for a second, she looked at Janet laying there panting for air before apparently making up her mind, and then she timidly climbed up on the bed. She knelt and waited for Janet to move out of her way on the bed and then swung her leg over her brother’s chest.

John slipped both hands and arms down between his sister’s legs and reached up and cupped both ass cheeks as he stared up at Karen’s pussy.

“Reach out and hold on to the head board sis and lean forward. Keep your knees by my shoulders and lower your beautiful pussy to my mouth.”

“Are you going to lick me down there again?”

“Oh yeah… but this time I’m not playing around… I’m going to eat your pussy until you cum all over my face.”

Karen put her knees above John’s shoulders and reached out and grabbed the head board of John’s bed and leaned forward putting her weight on her knees. She looked down between her legs and watched as her brother licked his lips and smiled up at her as she slowly lowered her pussy towards his mouth.

John raised his head slightly and latched on to Karen’s pussy with his mouth. He split her labials apart with his tongue and started exploring his sister’s pussy with his probing tongue and sucking mouth.

“Mm… Hmmm…! Oh…mnnn…oh, that feels good…!”

John moved his tongue lower; he slipped it out from between her pussy lips and moved downward and licked her perineum and then went even lower with his tongue and started licking between her tight ass cheeks and poking his tongue at her wrinkled anus.

Karen’s eyes widened in surprise as she quickly looked over at Janet’s face. Janet was closely watching Karen’s face as she leisurely stroked her clitoris as she lay there next to the naked brother and sister.

“He’s licking my butthole… and it feels… soooo good!”

John just found out that his sister enjoyed having her asshole licked. He was a butt man and this was a huge turn on for him.

He moved his tongue back up to her pussy and flicked it in and out of her vagina a couple of times before sliding it upwards as he attacked her clitoris.

“Oh yeah, eat your sister’s cunt,” Janet squealed in delight as she watched John eating his sister’s pussy as she fingered her own pussy rapidly.

“Mmmm… hmmm… ummm… oh damn! Suck me!” Karen whispered hoarsely.

John started rotating his index finger over his sister’s asshole as he sucked on her clitoris. Karen started rocking her hips, sliding her pussy harder on his mouth.

Every time his sister pushed her hips backwards she put more pressure on John’s finger. John braced his elbow on the bed and stiffened his wrist and finger. He continued sucking her labials and tonguing her clit. Karen pushed her hips backward again and undoubtedly felt John’s finger tip as it almost penetrated her anus.

She eased forward a bit and then tested the backward push again. This time the tip of John’s finger actually slipped past Karen’s sphincter muscle and entered his sister’s virgin asshole. She froze and didn’t push backwards anymore. John continued sucking and licking.

Karen experimentally pushed her ass backward at her brother’s hand a little more, allowing John’s finger to enter deeper and go in as far as the first knuckle. She held perfectly still as John sucked on her pussy.

John sucked on Karen’s clitoris and as she moaned in appreciation. He wiggled his finger and pushed it in a little deeper into his sister’s asshole and waited.

His sister’s hips started rocking again, to and fro on his face. Sliding her pussy up and down on his mouth. He pulled his finger partially out of his sister’s butthole and then slowly pushed it back in.

Karen started making a low moaning sound. She pressed her pussy down harder on her brother’s mouth. John started worrying about his front teeth as she put more pressure on his face. He started sliding his finger in and out of her asshole a little faster. His sister started moaning louder and louder.

“Oh damn. Ohhhh, ohhhh yeaaahh.”

As soon as John heard his sister moaning his erection started returning. The sheer eroticism of his sister allowing him to finger her asshole while he ate her pussy made his hardon return with a vengeance.

Janet watched John’s erection returning as she fingered her pussy faster. She wasn’t going to let this hardon squirt this time without tasting what it produced. She wrapped her fingers around the base of John’s erection and leaned over and slipped her mouth over the head of his dick and closed her mouth and started sucking on his dick.

Janet fingered herself to a minor orgasm while she sucked on the head of John’s dick. Then she took her finger out of her pussy and slid it between the cheeks of John’s ass. She took her finger, coated with her own pussy juices, and pushed it slowly but firmly up into John’s asshole.

Janet had watched her brother fingering his own asshole while he jacked off, her brother claimed it made him cum harder. She wanted to see if she could do the same for John. She started bobbing her head up and down, sliding her wet lips over the head and shaft of John’s dick.

John’s heels dug into the bed as his hips rose off the bed. Janet had to lean back or John would have shoved his dick down her throat. His hips rose and he froze in that position. She clamped her mouth around the head of his dick as she pushed her finger as deep as she could in John’s asshole. She tried to rotate her finger in a circle in John’s butthole.

John instinctively spread his knees wider as Janet pushed her finger up his ass. Janet felt the head of John’s dick swell larger in her mouth just before his balls twitched and his dick started squirting cum into her mouth. Janet swallowed in self defense.

John moaned into his sister’s pussy as Janet sucked cum out of his dick.

Karen came. She screamed as her orgasm racked her pussy, she could feel her brother’s tongue as it beat against her clitoris as his finger violated her asshole. She’d never felt anything like this in her entire life.

“Ooooooooohhhhhh, yeahhhhh, eat my cunt!”

John moaned as he sucked mightily on Karen’s pussy as Janet attempted to swallow every squirt after squirt of John’s cum.

John could not remember ever having cummed as hard as this. It could have been Janet’s unexpected blow job. It was his first ever blow job and it ended with her swallowing all of his cum as she wiggled her finger in his asshole. 

But he thought that his harder than usual orgasm probably had more to do with the fact that he had one finger buried in his sister’s sexy asshole and his tongue jammed into her sweet and juicy vagina.

Karen let go of the bed’s headboard and curled her body over her brother’s face. She slipped her hands under the back of his head and lifted as she continued to cum.

“Ohhh… yes… eating me, oh, yes… yes… yes…!”

John was grinning widely; he had trouble keeping his mouth in contact with Janet’s pussy because of his grin. He was grinning because he’d just eaten her pussy. He’d eaten his sister to her first ever cunnilingus orgasm. But he hoped it wouldn’t be her last one, he hoped that she’d want more of his mouth in the future.

Karen released her grip on her brother’s head and rolled over onto her side, lying on his bed above his head as she gasped for breath as she came down from her orgasm.

John reached over and gently put his hand on the side of Janet’s face and turned her face in his direction. He leaned in closer and kissed her on the mouth. Janet’s eyes opened wide in surprise. John slipped his tongue between her lips; he knew she could taste his sister’s pussy on his lips because he could taste his cum inside her mouth. She quickly succumbed to his French kiss and started dueling with his tongue.

“That’s a thank you kiss Janet. Thank you for giving me my first ever blow job. I appreciate that you did that for me. And I love it that you swallowed everything that I squirted too… You do know that a guy never forgets the girl that gave him his first blow job, don’t you?”

“I didn’t know that,” Janet blushed.

“I know that you need to get home soon. But I want to tell you something. You go ahead and give your brother that hand job if you still want to. But if you don’t want him to eat your pussy or if he doesn’t offer to do it, then you get your pretty little ass back here, and I’ll eat your pussy until you beg me to stop. I owe you one girl… and it would be my pleasure to have you cum all over my face just like sis did. And that is a standing offer Janet, available to you on demand… anytime you want me to… you just come over here and drop your panties and my face will be there.”

Janet giggled and blushed at the same time. She glanced at Karen and blushed even more. 

“See, I told you that my brother wouldn’t mind if we saw him naked and that he’d probably get nasty with us if we made him get an erection. So even if your brother does eat you Janet, you should still come back over here and let my brother eat you. Oh my God that felt so good!”

“If my brother does offer to eat me… do you want me to see it he’ll eat you too?” Janet looked at Karen questioningly.

“No… I think that I’ll stick with letting my brother eat my pussy. He’s pretty good at it.”

“You’re welcome sis, any time, and I do mean any time, you are delicious. And, while we’re talking about eating pussy, ah… I got a question Janet. Those other girls that went to your house to watch your brother jacking off, are they as pretty as you two are? I mean… do you think that one or two of them might like to come over here and see if they can make my dick squirt like you just did or maybe they might even want to have their pussies eaten too? Ask them and let me know okay?”

The End

My First Glory Hole By Maria1

Introduction:

It was my 23rd birthday and I discovered what a glory hole was…My hubby and I were treating ourselves to dinner and a night at the Hilton in Sydney (Australia) back in the early 1980’s. It was my 23rd birthday and I had a little too much to drink and was feeling rather disinhibited and horny. At dinner, my hubby slipped his hands up my wet knickers, and teasingly caressed my clit until it was hard, throbbing and aching, and then pushed his warm fingers into me. I hungered for him to push his whole hand inside me, I was so wound up. It didn’t take me long to flood over his fingers. I wanted to fuck him then and there but he didn’t take my hint. In my lustful state, I was frustrated as I wanted so badly to orgasm. 

It was a warm balmy night and my hubby suggested we go for a walk. A little reluctantly, I agreed. We sauntered down George St and ended up in the seedier Haymarket area of the city near Chinatown. There were a few couples walking around and my hubby seem to direct me towards a store. I saw two men going in and one coming out as we approached. He was older, slightly disheveled and he ogled at me. It was then that I noticed that there were no other women in the immediate vicinity. There was a slight stench of stale urine. The shop was an adult bookstore with a doorway with stairs leading up to the first floor. There were lurid, cheap flashing lights and I think it was called the Pleasure Chest. My hubby suggested we have a look. I normally would not have ever thought of going into such a store but that night, I was horny, frustrated and curious. I mindlessly followed him up the stairs. 

There was a “Suckatorium” on one side of the shop, but that was for full gay/bi guys and I don’t know that couples were welcome in there. There was the smell of old smoke and I could hear in the background indistinct music and what sounded like moaning from porn videos being played. I noticed racks full of porn magazines and hardcore videos. On the opposite side of the store, through a door into a dimly lit area was a row of three or four video booths with what I was soon to learn were Glory Holes. There was an old guy at the counter who casually looked up at my hubby and me. There were about four or five other men in the store and they immediately looked and stared at me lecherously. I was the only woman there. As it was summer, I was dressed in a button down shirt tied at my midriff with a short skirt and 5-inch wedge heels. I was 5ft 6in tall, about 160 pounds, pale skin, thick long wavy dark brown hair with 36-inch breasts with large brown areolae and bulbous nipples, soft curvaceous hour glass figure, wide hips with prominent buttocks, large muscular thighs and thick, shapely calves. It was a creepy kind of experience but for some odd reason, I felt kind of slutty and aroused at the same time. 

My hubby suggested we choose a booth to watch some porn. We walked over to the video booths and asked for a booth. Immediately every guy in the store stopped what he was doing and watched where we went. It was dark but the men all seemed to notice me as they glared at me like a little piece of meat. I could feel their eyes undressing me. I felt like a filthy slut, my heart was almost bursting out of my chest from nervousness and anticipation. I was shaking and was aware of the heat and wetness between my legs and tingling of my clit and pussy. The smell of the place filled my nostrils like a mix of sex and cleaning supplies. 

My hubby took my hand and led me to the second door on the right. As we entered it I took one more look behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our door it seemed but then the door was shut and locked by my hubby. Inside the booth the floor was all concrete. The only thing in there was a chair and a trash can with a paper towel dispenser. I sat on the chair as my hubby switched through the channels of the TV finding many explicit porn films and stopping at one of a girl in the middle of a gang bang. He knew that was one of my fantasies. The sounds of lust with cheap background music filled the room. 

I was in a bit of a daze and as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I noticed there was a hole in the wall to my right. It was dark in the other booth next to us and I could see dried up cum covering the wall from the hole down. It was pretty gross as I thought about it.

Before I could ask my hubby about the hole, I noticed an eye looking into the booth from the hole.

My hubby told me to stand up and face the wall opposite of the hole. He had me stand with my arms against the wall and told me to push my ass out. I did as I was told, getting turned on as I thought that this was what he wanted me to do, show off my body to a bunch of strangers. The booth was small and cramped for the two of us and my hubby cupped my breasts from behind with his hands, and my nipples rubbed hard, erect with desire. He moved his fingers on to my nipples, gently squeezing them, then more roughly. My hubby’s hands headed south. He pulled at my panties, revealing my swollen mound. He started to rub my ass, pulling the dress up around my hips, sucking my neck and fondling my swollen breasts. He then began massaging my large engorged erect clit and moist cunt. 

He had me turn around and I looked at the hole to see a cock sticking through the hole. I gasped as I saw it and leaned back. I’d never seen anything like this before and momentarily I didn’t know what to do. Looking at my hubby he pushed me to my knees and I was in front of it. It wasn’t very big at all, not very thick either. I could tell it was an older man’s cock and it wasn’t very hard yet. It probably belonged to an Asian as his pubes were black and not very curly, his penile shaft had a yellow hue and his scrotal sac darkly pigmented with a nice set of pigeon egg-sized balls. I started to fix the situation as I licked across the tip and slowly jerked it off into my mouth as I sucked the tip. My lips locked around the head. As I sucked, my hubby’s hand was on the back of my head as he pushed me onto it. I could feel the stranger’s manhood grow in my mouth as I sucked it. My lips rubbing along his shaft as my tongue flicked around and across his rock hard cock, as the glans pushed into my throat. I was sucking him for a minute or two when all of a sudden he shot into my mouth. I tried to pull away but my hubby stopped me, telling me to swallow it all. As I did as I was told, the cock twitched with about four or five little spurts of semen. As soon as he left, another came through.

I knelt down in front of this new circumcised penis. As I laid my head down I could feel this stranger’s cock hardening. He was bigger than the first cock with thick engorged veins. I rubbed my soft cheek up and down over it. I was getting so turned on. My cunt was wet and throbbing. I could feel the stranger moving and heard him moaning. His cock was so warm and smelt musky. I swallowed the stranger’s cock. I licked and sucked and teased his balls until his warm cum flooded my mouth and kept filling my mouth with shot after shot of cum. His penis withdrew and left my mouth empty and dripping with saliva onto my top. My eyes watery from the deep-throating. I looked up at my hubby who told me to wait there. I looked back into the other booth through the hole watching the cock I had just fellated leave the room and another man walk in. He quickly undid his pants and pushed his virile member into the hole.

This guy had a very large uncircumcised cock. He was so thick. I had difficulty getting my mouth around him as he grew in size. I brought my hands up to help my mouth and it was only then I really appreciated the true stature of this magnificent cock. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana. I couldn’t help but mentally compare how small my hubby’s 5-inch erection was compared to this stallion’s manhood. My cunt flooded. I could feel that my knickers were now soaked with my juices. I had always wanted to worship a monster like this. I heard him grunt and his cock twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his balls very gently. I know he wanted release as he thrust his cock hard against the hole. His heavy balls which had been hanging low in his ball bag were now tightly retracted right up into his groin. 

I could hear him groan, so I closed my hands, very lightly at first, completely around his trembling, burning-hot shaft, then began sliding along its length towards its junction with his body. At the base I stopped and slowly squeezed. The exposed shaft and glans turned a darker purplish red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his penis firmly towards me. Spasms of pre-ejaculatory pulses shot down the length of his erect penis, from its roots deep in his body to the swollen glans. I reduced the pressure and began faster strokes, my fist thudding into his body at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip. 

His boiling semen could wait no longer – a huge surge began deep in his body, building and racing up the length of his erection, exploding past my firm grip – a jet of white semen shot out, splashed against my naked thigh. I stroked harder, felt a second burst of semen gather. My grip on his erection tightened as his second spurt was launched, this time missing me, arcing high into the air past my head. His genitals mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, further spurts of semen were propelled past me with decreasing force.

The next cock poked itself through the hole. It was beautiful, not as long as the last phallus, but really thick, circumcised with a huge purple head that was just begging to be licked. I stroked the semi-erect penis a few times and it quickly swelled to an enormous proud state of arousal. I swallowed it down in one long motion, his cock head pushing at the back of my throat. My tongue flicked across the sensitive ridge and probed at his tiny little pee hole before I closed my lips around him again. I could smell the sweat and the musky aroma of his arousal and it only added to my excitement as my head bobbed up and down, the pace increased. He really started to pump and thrust through the hole, fucking my mouth with such force I almost gagged. I could feel my lips bruising and burning, my saliva running freely over his shaft, mixing with the salty pre-cum that was flooding on to my tongue.

I eagerly sucked him, using my mouth on him, fast, sloppy and deep, pushing his cock in and out of my throat like I was starving for his manhood. He throbbed and pulsed in my mouth as I sucked. My hubby laughing behind me, telling me I was a horny little slut. He pulled me off the cock with his hands in my hair and told me to stand up. I did and he turned me around putting my plump white ass against the stranger’s over-sized swollen cock, twitching as it stuck out from the hole. I sunk onto it with no condom, no protection, just skin of throbbing thick cock sliding into my unprotected tight hairy wet pussy. Wow, he was BIG! I stiffened briefly in pain mixed with sheer pleasure as my pussy accommodated him. My tender white ass touched the wall of the booth. When the guy on the other side realised what had happened, he started to thrust more vigorously through the wall into my cunt, fucking my pussy hard and fast. The guy fucking me throbbed and shot cum into my pussy filling me with so much, it leaked out over his pulsating manhood and down my thighs. I felt it sliding out into my high heels as I shivered from his exploding cock. I gasped as my hubby stroked my clit harder and harder until I could feel my knees weaken. I tried to focus on the stranger’s pulsating still hard cock in my pussy as I felt the familiar feeling of mounting arousal in my womb. My love juices flowed freely as my hubby rubbed my swollen clit harder and faster as I came. My womb pulsated with an incredible orgasm. I grunted as the orgasmic waves of ecstatic pleasure swept over me.

When we left the booth, there was a herd of men waiting (and probably disappointed they didn’t get a chance). I felt like a filthy whore, but I was enjoying that feeling. 

The next day I woke up feeling like a slut. I wondered what my hubby was thinking. The whole night seemed like some kind of vivid wet dream. My jaw still felt sore from all the cocks I had sucked.

RAYA AND CARLY’S SEXY SEX STORIES A CLOSET NYMPHO STORY BY ANTONIO MURPHY

It’s 3 am Lester is awakened by his massive hard-on Lester hears the water running in the shower. Walking into the bathroom, he sees his daughter best friend showering Lester admires the young ladies sex body his cock gets even hard. Pulling the curtains back, Raya sees a huge cock right in front of her, dropping her towel at the excitement of  Stepping out of the shower to a cock that size made Raya’s pussy wet Can I touch it she asked. Yes, Lester said, grabbing Lesters huge cock made Rayia so fucking horny without warning Raya’s mouth was all over Lester’s cock. Lester grabbed his phone and pulled up blow job videos for Raya to watch to learn how to suck a man’s cock Rayia did just as the woman on the video did and it drove Lester wild Raya made Lester cum in ten seconds flat drinking every drop of his cum. After she kissed Lester forcing all the cum back down his throat, Lester spread Raya’s legs apart slowly feeling the warmth of her teenage thighs. Lester warm breath made Rayia shiver when Lester applied his lips to her clit licking and sucking her gently running his finger softly over her hard nipples made Raya scream out loud for more of Lester’s touch pinning Rayia’s leg behind her head Lester lick her pussy causing Raya to squirt into Lester’s mouth. Try to push Lester’s head away from her clit Raya moved her hips slowly so she would squirt even harder with the next wave of orgasms that was to follow shortly after. Lester rubbed his huge cock head over Raya’s clit nonstop Raya moaned and squirted as hard as she could. Now Lester said let’s see how you handle getting fisted pouring baby oil all over his hands Lester slid his whole hand inside of Rayia’s tight pussy slowly going in and out letting Raya get past the pain. Now picking up the paste Lester started to go faster Raya’s body shook nonstop faster and faster Lester went the more Raya squirted pulling his hand out slowly Lester plunged his huge cock deep into Rayia’s pussy. He is not giving Raya time to finish her orgasm, pounding her pussy so fast Raya squirt seven times back to back.

Long stroking Raya just made it worst now Raya is speaking in tongues but Lester till long dicked her down any way till finally, Lester came inside her causing her to shake uncontrollably still speaking in tongues Raya was out of it, so Lester claimed her down and cuddled with her till they both drifted off to sleep. The next day Raya and Carly went to the mall her dad Lester had work he had to finish, so he dropped them off, Carly and Raya spent the day shopping and trying on clothing Carly was in the dressing room taking off her panties to try on the new ones she bought bending over to sild them up. Carly showed off her massive pussy a security officer walking by looking down saw panties on the floor, so Roy opened the door which Carly forgot to lock walking in Roy saw her bending over to take off her new panties damn Roy said that’s one big pussy I would love to suck that shit. Carly tried to cover herself but stopped after he had already seen her pussy out sorry Roy said, but your body is sexy Roy told Carly would you like to taste me she asked for real Roy said yes but take it easy on me I’m a virgin you know. Locking the door, Roy walked over to Carly lifting her off her feet and standing her on the bench Carly opened her legs slowly to give Roy access to her clit. Roy sucked Carly slowly as Roy did, so Carly moaned softly I never had a jamcan man lick my pussy before Carly said, but Roy’s mouth was full with Carly’s huge clit in it. Grabbing Roy by his dreads, Carly face fucked him right in front of the camera sucking and licking Carly fast now she squirmed as she was about to cum. Stopping Roy pulled his enormous cock out slipped it right into Carly’s wet cum soaked pussy. Carly screamed as Roy had about eighteen inches of dick he was pounding on her with tears flowing down Carly’s face, but the excitement of getting fucked right in the dressing room with people and the camera looking at them made her pussy that much wetter fucking Carly deep made her cum so fearlessly. I want to suck your dick Carly told Roy after she squirted cum all over his huge cock dropping to her knees Carly tried to fit all of Roy’s massive cock into her mouth, but it was just too big for her to do so. But Carly did put one hell of a head job on Roy’s dick head tho she worked Roy head so good he came so hard cum shot out of Carly’s nose. Taking his cock rally deep down Carly’s throat Roy came again and again damn Roy said wow that was good. As they got dressed and kissed Roy gave Carly his number And said call me any time my queen Carly grabbed Roy taking him back into the dressing room and riding his dick again damn I love this dick Carly told Roy. Roy’s stroke was so powerful it made Carly’s legs shake constantly fucking the shit out of Carly Roy bend her over and fucked her ass intensely Carly screamed and didn’t care who could hear her holding Carly by both of her wrists Roy long stroked her tight asshole making Carly shit the floor around them. O I’m about to cum again Roy said as he fucked Carly ass faster finally Roy shot his sperm right inside Carly’s asshole filling her up good pulling their pants back up and walking off Carly left her panties on the floor as well see as they were soaked in shit. Raya came just in time to see Carly walking funny as she exited the dressing room what have you been doing she asked will tell you later right now we have to get something to eat stomach is killing me. (Hi, this is Raya and Carly if you would like to read more of our hot slutty sex stories then smash that like button and our writer will bring you more of our sexy sex stories. Thank you for reading.)

Mom, The Unwilling Slut Ch 02

“Bro, you here” came my sister, Kayla’s voice. A wicked idea crept into my mind. “Hey sis, I’m in my room and I need a hand with something…” I heard her running up the stairs, and smiled. 

She walked into my room, and stopped short, seeing me sitting at my computer naked, with an erection, and pictures of our mother with a cock in her mouth on my computer screen.

As calmly as I could, I told her, “I taught mom her place in this family, now it’s your turn.” I told her standing up. She didn’t move, watching my cock bob as I walked over to her. “Now you have two choices suck my dick, or get naked and suck my dick.”

I stood in front of her enjoying the look of horror and revulsion on her face. Her eyes were fixated on my hard cock. I expected her to run away, or scream at me, but what happened shocked me even more.

Kayla sank to her knees and took my cock into her mouth without a word. She was an excellent cocksucker and knew how to please a man. Even though I had cum sad several times in the last few hours, I had been denied for so long that I still had plenty of cum for my little sister. 

She pulled her mouth off my dick and sucked my balls into her mouth. I groaned in pleasure. “Oh fuck sis, you give a hell of a blow job,” I tell her. 

I let her suck on me for a while more, enjoying her talented mouth. When I started to feel some pressure build, knowing I was going to blast another load soon, I decided I wanted to try her 19-year-old cunt. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my dick. I pulled her to the bed and threw her on it. I looked at her long legs in the tights she wore as part of her work uniform, with a short skirt, and belly shirt. 

I flipped her skirt over her ass and saw she was wearing pantyhose and no underwear. I grabbed the material of her hose and pulled until it ripped open exposing her little hairless cunt. “Good girl, shaving that slut hole. I tell her as I slam my cock into it. 

“FUCK YES,” she screams as I start to drive my cock into her. Curious reaction, I thought to myself but figured I would let it go for now, and just enjoy her unstretched birth canal. I fucked her hard and fast as she fucked me back.

“Fuck this slut, sir. Pound my fuckhole with your wonderful cock.” she moaned. “Use this slut for your pleasure.”

I raised my eyes, wondering where Kayla learned to talk like that. She sounded like a girl in one of those cheesy BDSM stories I read online. What the hell, I thought, might as well enjoy it. 

I felt my balls getting tight and decided to see how slutty she was. I pulled out of her and began to stroke myself. “Turn around, slut,” I commanded.

She scrambled to face me, and when she saw what I was doing, she dropped to her knees and leaned in close to the head of my dick. Her eyes looked at mine as she opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out as far as it could go.

The sight of her in that position was enough to push me over the edge, and I plastered her face with my cum. I fell back into my chair, spent and watched Kayla crawl to me and took my cock in her mouth and cleaned our combined fluids from me. Then she sat back and used her fingers to scoop my cream off her face and lick it up. 

When her face was clean I looked shook my head. “You’re a little skank. Aren’t you.”

“Sir, this one was with someone who was very dominant and learned that she lives to serve. This one was without an owner for a long time, and when you spoke as a Dominant, this unworthy submissive had no choice but to obey.”

“Wow. Uh, Okay. So you like being used and abused and humiliated.” I asked licking my lips at the prospect.

“YES!” she squealed in delight. “May this one ask a question?” I nod at her, my brain coming up with scenarios so disgusting Larry Flynt would balk at them.

“Are those really pictures of you fucking mom?” she asked sounding like the sister I grew up with.

“Not just pictures, videos too,” I tell her with a little pride. 

“Would Sir mind sharing them with this undeserving set of holes?” she asked staring at the image of our mom her face covered in mascara and cum. 

“Come sit here,” I say patting my lap, “But get rid of those clothes first.”

She is naked before I could blink, and she plants her dripping pussy on my bare thigh. I relinquish control of the computer and let her scroll through the photos, as I start to tell her about the fight we had. I told her about how hypocritical she was because as she berated me for watching a movie where girls get naked, she was doing the same thing right in front of me. 

I told her how I was making her suck my dick, and talking to dad on the phone when she started laughing. “What’s so funny I asked her. 

“I did that to you once,” she says. You were clueless.

“Talked to you on the phone while having sex.”

“When!” I demanded.

“About a year ago. The night of my 18th birthday. After the party, Doug and I went to Lovers Cove to get it on. It was my first time. He was going down on me when my phone rang. He lifted his head from sucking my clit and told me to answer it.”

My hands started to squeeze her naked breasts as she continued. “I did and it was you. You told me that I had left my keys home, and you were heading back to your apartment and wanted to know where I was so you could drop them off.” she giggles at the memory. “I told you Doug had felt peckish so he was getting a bite to eat down under, and you thought we were at Outback.” 

“As soon as you hung up, Doug took my cherries. Doug figured I would be easy to control when I did what he told me to do without arguing. That night he began to teach me about being a sub. I learned a lot from him and his parents over the rest of the time we were dating.”

Doug’s mom was a full-time sub, and she was used to teach Doug how to be a Dom. I was Doug’s plaything, and he shared me with his dad and mom and their friends. I loved every salacious second of it. I would have worn his collar, but he decided to go to Trinity College in Ireland, and told me that he was releasing me from my oath until he moved back to the U.S. I haven’t found anyone to use me like I need since he left until tonight.” She said turning and kissing me. “Thank you, I needed this.”

Wait, you’re telling me your boyfriend was fucking his mom? You were fucking his dad and mom and other people?” I asked in shock. Even though I just fucked her, there was still a part of me that saw her as my virginal baby sister, not the 19-year-old sexy college student she had grown into. 

“I did anything Doug asked, just like I will for you,” she tells me. “I saw how close Doug was to his parents, not just physically but emotionally as well. I always wanted our family to be close, but mom is a cold fish and Dad is way too busy with work to show he cares about us. She leans back against me as I start to rub her slit. 

We sat there in silence going through the pictures talking about other things we could do to mom not only later tonight but when dad went on his business trip in two weeks.

Our conversation got me hard again, and I pushed Kayla onto my desk bent at the waist and drove my dick into her pussy and fucked her for a few minutes while using my hand to collect some of her fluids and applying them to her ass. 

When she was ready I slammed my cock into her bowels and fucked her fast and hard, filling her bowels with my cum. This time I didn’t let her clean my cock.

8========D<

I was asleep in bed when I heard my bedroom door open. I cracked my eyelids to see a shadow moving through my room toward my bed. I forced myself no tot react, as the figure walked by the window, the glow of the streetlight from across the street letting me see it was my mom, and she was nude.

She got to the side of the bed and looked at me. I could see the war that was wagging inside her. I lay still waiting for her to make the only decision she could. 

Silently she dropped to her knees and pulled my sheets off my naked body. She sat on the edge of my bed and began to stroke my cock with her hand.

After a few seconds, I opened my eyes. “I told you to suck it until I was awake, no to give me a hand job. What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid cunt?” I asked her sharply.

She hung her head in shame. “I thought I would get it hard first…” she said her eyes downcast.

“Well, your first mistake was to think,” I told her. You are a set of holes to pleasure me, not a brain to think.” I tell her. “Now suck me, before I take you back to your bedroom and fuck you in front of dad.”

Her eyes grew wide in freight and she quickly bent over and took my shaft in her mouth. Even in the ambient light, I could see her make a disgusted face when she tasted my cock. I pushed her down until her nose met my naval. Good job slut. You took my ass fucking cock deep into your mouth. That odor you smell and taste on me is the girl I fucked in the ass while you were out. How does her pussy smell? How does her ass taste on my dick?”

Mom starts to struggle when she hears my words, but she didn’t have any leverage with the position she was in. I was able to easily hold her down and could feel her retching as I started to face fuck her. 

She continued to struggle but was getting weaker, and I was afraid she would pass out. I pulled her up, leaving about a third of my dick in her mouth. I felt her tears falling on my belly button, as I said “Keep sucking slut. You belong to me now. I control everything about you, even when you are allowed to cum and who you get to fuck.”

Her oral skills hadn’t improved at all, and I wanted to humiliate her further. “Get in here,” I yelled quietly. Moms eyes widened as another form entered my room and walked to my bed. I shoved her head back down before she could see who it was. Now mommy slut, either suck my cock like the whore you are, or my friend will begin to spank that fat jiggly wad of cellulite you call an ass.”

Mom, who worked out regularly and kept her self fit and toned, audible sobbed at my words, as she began to try and please me.

She did a barley satisfactory job, but she was able to draw what little cum I had left up from my balls. “Give me your left hand,” I tell her. 

Her hand reaches out to me and I take it in mine. I signal Kayla to pull her off my dick. Kayla grabs her hair and pulls her up, off my dick. 

“Stroke me with your right hand,” I order her. She blindly reaches out and begins to jack my hard cock. As I was about to climax, I put her left hand in the line of fire. I aimed carefully and when I finally did start to spurt I made sure to coat her ring finger, which had the ostentatious engagement ring, the simple wedding band, and the matching 25th-anniversary band, with all our names and birthstones on it. All three rings were coated in my cum. The look of horror on her face was priceless. The room filled with a flash and mom jumped in shock.

“Don’t worry,” I told her calmly. “That was my friend, the one whose shit you sucked off my dick, taking a picture of your wedding rings covered in my cum. Now she will take you back to bed, without washing your hands. You will sleep in your marital bed, with your rings covered in your son’s cum, until after dad leaves for work in the morning. Then you will come back here for more instructions. 

Mom opened her mouth to speak, but I held up one finger. “one single fucking word and my friend will use that huge strap on we found in your bedroom 

to rape your ass the rest of the night.

Mom closes her mouth, my bluff paying off. Kayla pushes mom toward the door and I watch as they head down the hall. Kayla returns a few minutes later and climbs into bed with me. “Holy fuck, that was hot.” Where did you get that idea to cum on her rings?”

“It just came to me. I thought it would be a great way to humiliate her. She won’t sleep knowing she could smear my cum on her husband. That will make her tired and easier to control tomorrow when we tell her what her life will be like until we tire of her.”

Kayla laughs in delight and interlaces her legs with mine. She puts her head on my chest, her breasts crushing into me as we fall asleep.

8========D<

It was the big day, dad was leaving for his business trip. Kayla was moving back home today, so we could have mom all to ourselves for the week. Mom had gotten used to the rules I gave her. No clothes were to be worn unless dad or someone else was in the house, Her holes were available to me 24/7/365.25, and only I got to decide if and when she could fuck dad, but she did have to blow him at least once a week. I had never seen dad happier. Mom still didn’t know that it was Kayla I had ass fucked before she sucked me off that night. Today was the day she would find out.

As soon as she got home from the airport, before getting out of her car, she stripped off her clothes. She walked into the house from the garage and found me sitting in the living room, using the web browser on the TV to pull up my account on a website known for having MILFs getting caught fucking their stepdaughter’s boyfriend and convincing their stepdaughter to join in. I knew the one I wanted, it starred Corey Chase as a family therapist, and her children are always fighting. So she has them do some things together to try and get them to bond. The therapy works too well and they bond at the genitals, and Cory as mom joins in the fun. 

I started playing the movie, and mom having learned what I expected, dropped to her knees and began to nuzzle and nibble on my cock making it start to get hard. About 10 minutes in, I saw Kayla quietly enter the house and walk into the living room, standing behind mom. At this point in the movie, Cory catches her children fucking, Kayla taking on the role of Cory quotes the movie, “What the hell is going on here? Why are you blowing him?” 

Mom jumps up and spins around and sees Kayla standing there fully dressed. Her entire body is red and her mouth is opening and closing trying to cum up with something to say to her daughter after being caught sucking her sons cock. 

“Bitch, did I say stop?” I ask her. 

Mom knowing my tone instantly drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth. I could tell from the quality of her blow job she was distracted. “Oh mom, I guess you can go kiss your daughter hello. Why don’t you do that.” I say winking at Kayla. Mom jumps up and starts walking to Kayla. “Give her a nice wet tongue kiss…” mom freezes and looks at me in horror, “…On her asshole,” I finish my sentence. 

Mom glares at me part of her wanting to argue, but we both had learned she loves to be humiliated, and this was the most humiliating thing I had done to her since the first time I fucked her. 

“Yeah mom, cum lick my asshole. It’s not like you haven’t tasted it before.” Mom spun away from me and looked at Kayla in confusion. “Remember the shit you licked off your son’s cock? That shit came from my ass. Your son has been fucking me most, leaving you here alone when dad is out with his barely legal sugar babies.” she told her, verbally bitch-slapping mom with what we all knew but never talked about.

“You have your instructions cunt. Do it.” I order her. Kayla slowly lowers the zipper on her black leather strapless sheath dress. We all watch the slow descent as the dress slowly parts. First, it shows a small amount of her cleavage, and as it goes lower the inside edges of her breasts are exposed leaving no doubt she was bra less.

We kept following the zipper down, and soon her mons came into view. It was rough with a lot of dark black stubble all around her pussy. “Sorry big bro, I didn’t have time to shave,” she tells me. 

That’s okay,” I reply. We have a slave who can take care of that for you.” 

Kayla’s response was to give mom a predatory smile and to pull her dress off and throw it in her face. “Hang it up mom. My friend Julie is flying out later today, to meet dad, and spend the week with him. He told her to wear that dress and only that dress, and that she wouldn’t need any other clothes.”

Tears were running down Mom’s face as she took the dress and smoothed it out. She walked over to the hall closet and put it on a hangar. She stood there looking at the dress and sighing she closed the door and walked over to Kayla. 

Without another word, she knelt behind her daughter and spread apart her ass cheeks and leaned in. She kissed Kayla directly on her asshole and began to tongue it. 

“So Kay,” I ask, “Got your stuff in your car outside?” I ask

“Just a few boxes. I also promised Julie a ride to the airport after dropping my stuff off. She’s waiting in the car. 

“Well, we shouldn’t keep her waiting,” I tell her, Grabbing a pair of shorts and pulling them over my erect cock. Picking up my tee-shirt off the floor, I pull it on and say, “Mom go get Kayla’s boxes and put them in her room. While you’re in the garage, see if Julie needs anything before her flight.” I tell her.

Mom pulls her face away from Kayla’s ass and reluctantly heads off to do as she was told. I stand up and hug Kayla. “That was perfect. After today she will be malleable to our plans. 

Kayla gets the dress as mom goes upstairs with several boxes. When she comes down, I tell her. “Go get in the car, we’re going for a ride. You can sit in the back with Julie. Oh and don’t tell her who you are or who your husband is.” I tell her. 

Mom nods stiffly and does as instructed. Kayla and I grab a couple of bottles of water and head out to her car. “I’ll drive,” I announce. Adjusting the driver’s seat to fit my larger size, which had the added benefit of crushing mom in the backseat of Kayla’s convertible.

“Hi Julie, I’m Nico. Kay’s brother. Nice to meet you.” I say to my father’s lover. 

“Hi, Nico, nice to meet you. Thanks for taking me to the airport.” Julie says staring at the naked older woman beside her. “Can I ask…” she says amused.

“About the naked skank next to you?” I say smiling as I back out of the driveway. “she’s just a neighborhood MILF, I fuck on occasion when her husbands out of town. She tends to be submissive and loves humiliation so feel free to do anything you want to her.” I continue as I stop the car and hit the button to put the roof down.

“Here’s your dress,” Kayla says. I hope your sugar daddy doesn’t mind me using it.”

“Trust me, he won’t. He’d buy you a whole wardrobe if you flew out with me tonight. He would love to have the two of us taking care of him. His old shrew of a wife hasn’t given him any pussy in almost a month, but she did start blowing him weekly.” Julie says confirming to mom that Julie was on her way to spend a week with dad in a hotel.

Kay laughed and replied “I’m a one guy kinda girl. I don’t wanna compete with another girl for my guy’s attention.” 

“That’s too bad,” Julie says My guy would pay us both a lot of money for just a few hours together,” she says while pulling off her tee-shirt, exposing her huge, obviously fake breasts. “Sugar daddy paid for them. Would you like to feel,” Julie asks my mom who was staring at them. “I could give you the name of the doc who did mine, he’s fantastic.” as she took Mom’s hand and put it on the tits dad paid for.

I was laughing inside, as Kayla took the tee shirt from Julie and pulled it on over her naked breasts. I stopped at a red light and Julie stood up and wrapped the dress around her body and zipped it up covering her nude form. Then she shimmed the shorts down from underneath the dress. She handed Kay the shorts who pulled them up her legs. Now, mom was the only person naked in the car, as I turned onto the freeway heading to the airport. 

“How did you meet your sugar daddy?” I yell over the wind noise as I get up to highway speed.

“Through a dating site. I put up an ad, and he answered. We hit it off right away, and have been seeing each other almost a year now. I know he has other girls, I’ve met a couple of them, but as long as I’m willing and ready when he wants me, and he takes care of my bills, we’re good.” 

I saw a semi-truck up ahead in the right lane and gunned the engine to catch up, as Julie saw mom was crying. “What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“It’s just the wind,” she lies as the truck blasts it’s air horn, making mom look up and she sees a fat bald sweaty beady-eyed man staring at her naked body. 

“Cum for the nice truck driver,” Kayla tells mom, handing her a large black vibrator, as I keep pace with the larger vehicle. Julies’ eyes got wide as mom leaned back and spread her legs and started to run the toy between her lips. 

I could see the driver on his radio, and I saw a truck up ahead of us in the right lane move to the left lane and slow down. I made slowed a little bit to let the other truck get in position to watch as mom started to fuck herself with the rubber cock.

Soon there was a line of trucks in both the left and right lanes and I would speed up and slow down making sure all the drivers got a good look at mom fucking herself silly with the toy. We were approaching our exit and mom was close to cumming.

“Julie, why don’t you rub her clit and play with her tits so these nice men can see her cum before we have to get off,” I say. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says Kissing mom as her hand finds her clit and begins to rub it furiously. Within seconds mom was thrashing about in orgasm and I hit the gas so all the truckers could see her writhe in orgasm.

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We pulled up at the airport departure drop off, having put the top-up. Julie jumped out and waved goodbye as she hurried inside to make sure she made her flight. 

We pulled away, and Kayla told mom, “I hope you’re hungry, we have a nice meal planned for you.”

“I can’t go to a restaurant like this,” she said her fear making her voice shake.

“Oh, we’re not going to a restaurant,” Kayla said as I drove down a street that was more potholes and pot dealers than asphalt.

“Where are we going?” she asked assuming the fetal position.

“Wherever I want,” I tell her as I turn onto a major roadway, famous for the hookers that stroll up and down the sidewalks during the evening hours. I pull into the Mega Sex Shop that advertises on late-night cable channels. I had talked to a few friends who confirmed it had what I was looking for. I parked the car as far from the door as possible and got out of the car. It wasn’t quite getting dark yet and the parking lot was easily visible from the street. I reached into the backseat and offered mom my hand. “Let’s go, the longer it takes you to get started the longer this will last,” I tell her. 

Grudgingly she took my hand and I lead her around three sides of the building to the door. I opened the door and pushed her in, following close behind. Julie made sure a few of the locals saw the naked woman go in so word would spread something kinky was afoot. 

I lead mom straight to the back of the mostly empty shop and found the private booths that would let you watch any type of porn you could want. 5 minutes per token, I put a $20 in the token machine and handed the tokens to Kayla, whispering, “I’m first.” 

She leads mom into the booth and put the first token in. She typed in the keyword and found a perfect movie to play for mom. She selected the movie as I entered the booth next door. Mom was so focused on the screen, watching the white MILF suck on a black cock that protruded through a wall. 

I stuck my cock through the hole and felt it poke bare flesh. I heard a gasp, “What the hell, Kayla, mom whispered.” 

“It’s a glory hole mom,” Kayla said loud enough for people in the store to hear. You’re going to suck a lot a cock before we leave. So get started.” 

I could feel the look mom was giving Kayla as I wagged my cock trying to get her started. Soon I felt a warm wet mouth envelope my cock and begin to pleasure it. 

“Come on mom, suck it like you want to make it cum. I have 20 tokens. You need to suck off at least one guy for each token I put in the machine. If you don’t, then you get tied up out in the shop and we’ll let anyone use any hole they want until closing.” Kayla tells her.

Suddenly mom was sucking cock like a champ. She was slurping and gagging and devouring my shaft like a starving woman who found a gourmet meal. Since I had been denied my normal morning orgasms and had been around multiple naked attractive females all day, I was ready to blow. I pumped most of my cum into her mouth put I pulled out of her lips and made sure the last few spurts hit her on the face. 

I zipped up my pants and left the room saying, “Holy shit there’s some slut in the middle booth sucking all cummers,” loud enough that mom and Kayla could hear it. I heard Kayla laugh and mom wail.

A shrimpy white guy that made me think of the short story character Walter Mitty went into the booth. I stayed nearby just in case, and I was shocked and a bit aroused by the quality and quantity of filthy language streaming from his lips. I made a point to remember some of the phrases he used.

When he exited the booth, he tipped the derby hat he was wearing as he walked past me and left. Word spread quickly and a line had formed, almost every one of the guys waiting was black, ranging in color from a shade or two darker than me too so dark he seemed to absorb light.

One by one the guys entered the booth and got their dicks sucked. Most of them were quiet, a few would talk dirty or call my mom names. Then a small skinny black guy who looked so scared of everything he would have a heart attack if a fly sneezed.

He went into the booth and suddenly everyone in the store crowded around the door. 

“HOLY MOTHERFUCKINGSHIT!” Mom’s voice blasted through the door.

“Oh, my dicking fuck!” Kayla said, her voice was filled with shock and awe. All the guys around me started laughing and high fiving. 

As the guys continued to celebrate, I found a clerk off to the side. “What’s going on?” I ask. 

“The slut met meat,” he responded.

“What now?” I asked even more confused. 

He beckoned and lead me toward the back of the store where a bulletin board was hanging. It had a bunch of handwritten notes for escorts and other quasi-legal services. He lifted a flier and I choked on the air I was breathing. 

“No one knows his real name. We call him meat. If he would let someone measure he would probably the largest known cock in history. I estimate 15” when hard, and almost 3” around. I start laughing, now understanding why mom and Kayla reacted the way they did. “No one ever goes when meat finishes. You’ll find out why soon. But bring those honeys back anytime, shit like that’s great for business.”

I shake his hand, take one last look at what meat is packing, and wonder how the fuck he walks normally.

I head back to the booth and see two guys carrying mom out of the room. I started to panic, but heard Kayla saying “gently boys the last guy almost drowned her.” 

I stepped next to Kayla and asked “what happened. She spun to me her eyes wide as saucers. “The last guy…big…fucking huge…jolly green giant-sized,” she said to me. 

“that part I know. What happened?”

Mom had her mouth about a third of the way down that fire hose. She couldn’t go any further, but she was trying. Then a dam burst and cum sprayed everywhere. I swear cum was oozing out of her ears. I’m not entirely sure she’s breathing and no one here wants to do mouth to mouth.”

I step up to mom laid out on a bench and verify she is breathing. More than a few guys were standing around staring at moms naked form. I have to admit she looked like she been the center of attention at a circle jerk. 

Kayla was beside me. “Mom swallowed every load, this was the overflow from that last guy. The clerk walked up with a bucket of warm water and a few rags. Kayla and I go to work cleaning her off.

8========D<

The week was coming to an end, and things were getting kinda routine. I felt we needed something special to shake up mom and Kayla. I had started using my pet name for Kayla from when she was a baby. She used to squish up her face when she laughed and I loved to make her laugh, so I started calling her my little squishy. Mom was still slut or skank or fuck holes or whatever else we called her.

Dad was supposed to be home tomorrow, so today was our last day with the house to ourselves. I had tied mom to the dining room table and had a parade of service people coming to the hose. The exterminator, a plumber, an electrician, a property appraiser, and more. I made sure to escort each one through the dining room, then get called away, leaving them with a naked and bound woman. Kayla had set up her cell phone in the room and streamed the feed to the TV we had bought for my room. 

We watched as each of these guys did anything from fell her up t get a blow job. One even fucked her and came in her pussy. As I was leading the solar panel salesman to the door, I heard the garage door open. “I’m home,” boomed a powerful male voice.

“Daddy,” Kayla squealed din delight and ran to him, trying to buy me time to free mom and get her dressed.

I shoved the guy out the door and slammed it closed. I ran to the dining room while Kayla was rambling on about one of her friends who was hurting for money, keeping dad’s attention with the prospect of gaining another sugar baby.

I ran into the dining room where mom was struggling against the ropes holding her. Her face was a mask of terror, and I began to untie her legs. As I finished untying her legs, I went to duck under the table to release her arms, and I tripped over my one feet bouncing my head off the table, stunning me. I face planted right into Mom’s pussy, making mom scream. 

Dad and Kayla came running in, “WHAT THE FUCK,” he screamed seeing his fully dressed son, his face buried in his naked wife’s pussy with her arms tied to the table we used to eat family meals on.

“Hi honey, you’re home early,” mom said trying to make the surreal seem normal. He just stood there looking at us.

“How…how…how long have you…” dad was trying to ask the unthinkable question. 

“Not as long as you’ve been fucking Julie, and Amber and Kelli…” Kayla started to list the girls she knew that were fucking her father.

Dad spun on here his face so red it looked like it could melt steel. “Enough he bellowed as Kayla was listing his sugar babies.

I regained my senses and scrambled under the table to finally free mom. Her arms were soon loose but she stayed there, waiting for whatever was about to happen.

“First of all, they aren’t my family. They are adults, who choose, of their own free will, to do things for me. Things I would never ask your mother to do, and for that, I make sure they are fairly compensated. It’s strictly business.”

Mom sits up and glares at him. “Name one thing I wouldn’t do for you if you asked?” she says in anger.

Dad turned to face her. “Mortimer and Randolph,” he says naming the founding partners of his Brokerage house. 

“WHAT?” mom asks.

“Mortimer and Randolph like to ply their clients with booze and girls. One of my responsibilities is to procure young attractive females who, for a fee, will allow old, fat, ugly, and uncouth men to use them for pleasure.”

“You don’t partake?” She asked in surprise.

“Not often.” He replied “There are times I do have to so I can be seen as a team player. But if I can avoid it I do.”

“Then why haven’t you fucked me in over a year.” mom asked, I could hear the heartbreak in her voice.

Dad stood there for a few minutes a puzzled look on his face. “It’s been that long?” he asked. 

Mom nodded and I took Kayla’s hand and lead her to the garage. “I think mom and dad need some time. As I got into her car and we drove off. 

8========D<

When we got home, several hours later, mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table. Mom was still naked, a fresh load of cum visible on her tits. “Come sit down kids.” dad said to us. 

Kayla and I sat at the kitchen table and waited nervously to hear what dad was about to say. 

Mom told me everything. Seems like you two have a very kinky side. I want to see those pictures and videos Nico, dad said smiling at me. 

“I was involved in a Dom Sub relationship in college before I met your mother. I thought I had gotten over that, but hearing about everything you did, especially that glory hole, damn I want to watch her suck off meat, he says. It brought back all my fond memories and dormant desires. So now mom is a family slave to use and abuse anytime we want. Whatever you two have going on, that’s up to you. 

The one thing that will change, is that mom will be going to a lot more of my business meetings and trips to help woo the clients. Any questions?

We were both too shocked to ask anything at that moment. We just stared at our dad, in shock.

Well, then how about you ladies get us some popcorn and we take a look at our private family album.

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