You Made Me Cum About Ten Times by Don’sdick

Introduction:

It’s a fact… naked bodies will attract, regardless“My goodness, Don, I think you made me cum about ten times. How do you last so long?”

I had just emptied my nuts into my 24yr old neighbor, Nancy. The girl (at 58, It’s still permissible for me to call one that age a ‘girl’) was in a serious relationship with her boyfriend, Al, but he was out of town… and she was horny.

“Honey, you should have known me in my younger years. As the saying goes, “I used to do it all night… now it takes me all night to do it.” I’m not sure I’m able to do this good of a job every time, but I sure do hope this ain’t the last time. You, young lady, are good… mighty good.”

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It all started a couple months ago, when I moved to the small mobile home next door to Nancy and Al. He saw me unloading a few furniture pieces and asked if he could help. 
Of course, I accepted and we knocked out the pickup load in no time. 
Nancy was cooking some burgers on the grill and I was invited to join them.

I learned that Al worked at an independent auto parts store and Nancy trained horses. As with most girls that ride a lot, she had a plain face, wide ass, and an absolutely awesome, firm set of tits. 
Nearly always, she would be home two to three hours before Al. They had been together for almost two years, but had no kids. I filled them in on my hobbies… cooking and writing. It was a good evening and the next day, I smoked a delicious pork roast, smoked corn-on-the-cob, and baked a blackberry cobbler. 

This time, they came to my small patio for supper, “Wow, Don, this is the best corn I’ve ever tasted. What did you do special to make it so good?”

I explained to her about leaving the corn inside the shuck and cooking it slowly on the upper rack of my smoker. I also told them the long, drawn out, story of my divorce. 

“Yeah, well, The corn is really good, Don, but I’m kinda partial to the pork,” Al spoke up, “What kind of rub do you use?”

Again, I love to cook. I rarely glance at a recipe. But I tried to explain what seasonings I used. What I didn’t tell them was that I had ‘rubbed’ my cock and mixed my cum with the other spices, then smeared it all over the roast. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, right?

Each time I fixed a meal for my new, young neighbors I managed to serve my body fluids to them in one way or another. Yeah, I know… I’m a sicko bastard..

But a couple weeks afterwards, Al had to go out of state for a ‘car accessories’ convention. I cooked a pot of venison chili, thinned it a little with some piss, and when I saw Nancy get home, I spooned up a big bowl full and slipped on some clothes. For the record, I’m single; nobody lives with me; so I rarely wear any clothing around the house.

About twenty minutes after she drove in, I left my back door and walked across our back yards. As I walked up the steps to their deck, my eyes were treated to a sight I wasn’t expecting. 

Just inside the glass sliding doors, lying in the evening sunlight shining through them, was Nancy… naked and masturbating. Many thoughts went through my mind, but only one thought went to my dick…

The sunlight was bright enough that she kept her eyes turned away from the doors… she never knew I was watching. When I saw, and heard, her having an orgasm, I set the bowl of chili on the patio table and walked back home.

Ten minutes later, I sent her a text, “Did you find the bowl of chili I left for you?”

The return text read, “Yes, I did. Thank you. It’s still hot, when did you bring it?”

“About 15 minutes ago. I was going to say ‘hi’ but I could see you were….. ‘busy’.”

It was probably another ten minutes before she responded, “You saw me?”

“Every beautiful inch.”

“OMG!”

“No problem, I have to do that, too. I’m single, remember?”

“OMG! I can’t believe this. Please don’t say anything to Al.”

“No problem, enjoy the chili… and I’ll enjoy the sight embedded in my memory.”

I didn’t hear anything else from Nancy that evening. The next day, I got a text, “Chili was very good. Supper’s on me this evening. My place, ok?”

“Wonderful. Do I need to “dress” up?”

“Whatever…. I’ll be dressed the same as yesterday.”

“Sounds fantastic to me. I’ll plan on doing the same.”

“Ok… eyes only, though. No sex.”

“Grrrrr… but I can live with that. 5 o’clock?”

“5 is fine.”

When I tapped on the glass door, Nancy waved for me to come in. She was at the kitchen range, wearing an apron, only. Her fine, wide ass made my dick stand at attention, immediately. I removed my light robe and laid it on the back of a dining room chair.

“Wow!” she pointed at my stiffie, that didn’t take long.”

“He likes your ass… and your tits… and that sweet little bush down there.”

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. Sit right there, I’ll put the chicken and dumplings on the table.”

“Mind if I pet him a little? If I don’t, I’ll probably get splinters from the underside of the table.”

She set the big bowl on the table and smiled, “Here, let me do it. That way we can eat while it’s still hot.”

Nancy took my rod in one hand and my nut sack in the other. She stroked it for a minute or so, then dropped to her knees. Her small mouth was full when she engulfed about half of Ol’ Fat Boy. Another thirty seconds, she was pulling cum from my toes and lungs, out the end of my hard cock. It wasn’t her first rodeo… she never lost a drop.

“Whew! I’ve had blow jobs before, but never had one that good. I thought you said ‘no sex’ this evening.”

She stood and began spooning the food into the plates, “That’s right. You have to remember, Bill and Monica swore that blow jobs weren’t sex. I’ll accept that. Now, eat.”

After the delicious meal, I asked, “What about if I eat you, would that be having sex?”

“I’m not worried about getting splinters. I don’t think it would be a good idea. This is Al’s pussy, Don. For now, I think it better stay that way.”

We watched a little TV and had some strawberry shortcake for dessert. She teased me by licking the whipped cream with her tongue, and scraping the skin off the berries with her teeth. It was easy to see that she was pleased with herself as her manipulations made my shaft hard again.

“You do know I’m not going to be able to take much more of that.”

“So?”

“So spread those legs and let me eat that cunt. You won’t regret it…”

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That brings me back to where this story started. Nancy and I have been pleasing each other for nearly a year, now. She just found out she’s pregnant and was worried the baby was mine, which would end her marriage to Al. I told her not to worry, I’d had a vasectomy several years ago.

I didn’t… but it eased her mind… and I’m still fucking her.

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.”

My Daughter’s Sweet Milk by TheHornyWidower

Introduction:

One of my favorite fantasies, first attempt… I hope you enjoy it.Part One

My wife, Amanda and I were sitting on the couch watching some Netflix and finishing some Chinese takeout when I heard a knock at the back door. “What now?” I grumbled as I paused our show and got up to make my way through the house to see who it was. As I entered the kitchen I could see through the window in the door that it was my daughter.

“Hey Jules, what are y…” I started asking as I opened the door for her. As she raised her head, I barely recognized the girl I saw in front of me. Her makeup ran in dark streams down her cheeks, her lower lip was swollen and cracked.

I felt my eyes narrow to dark angry slits as the question I was asking changed into one word, “Shawn?” She managed a small, tired nod and I followed with “Where is he?”

A new voice behind Julie answered that one for her, “Your daughter’s boyfriend is currently in custody, Mr. Jeffries. Can we talk for a few minutes?”

My muscles relaxed a bit as I opened the door the rest of the way. Julie picked up the baby carrier at her feet and came through the door followed by a young female officer. I motioned them into the dining room as I went out into the living room.

Amanda looked up and I said, “You’re not gonna believe this one… Julie’s here, with a cop and busted lip.”

– – –

Julie told us through short bursts how Shawn had come home late from work, drunk and acting like an ass. How he complained about the mess around the house, that there wasn’t anything to eat, that he’d been out freezing his ass off at work all day while Julie just sat around the house doing nothing, and how she obviously sucked at taking care of the baby too because the “damn thing” hadn’t stopped crying since he walked in the door. She had told him if he thought she had it so easy taking care of the baby maybe he should try it tomorrow instead. That was when he smacked her in the face and Cory progressed from crying to screaming. She picked up the baby, ran down the hall and closed herself into the bedroom. Shawn was pounding on the door yelling “Get back out here you lazy bitch! Get out here before I break down this door. If I have to come in there I’m gonna fuckin kill you.” This continued until the police, having been called by someone in one of the joint apartments, came in and hauled him out.

We decided Julie was staying home with us for a few days while we figured out what to do. Julie’s old room was still pretty much the way it always had been, minus some clothes and stuff so she said she just wanted to go get some sleep. Amanda and I returned to the living room but the food and TV we had been enjoying just 15 minutes ago no longer seemed interesting to either of us. We talked for awhile and decided we might as well go to bed as well.

………

I woke up a couple times that night hearing Cory crying but Julie seemed to get him settled and back to sleep pretty quick. I just lay there in the dark thinking of how unfair it all was.

Julie was always a sweet and beautiful girl. Until she dropped out of high school last year she made amazing grades. Her only problem was the taste she had in guys. Shawn was the most recent of three guys who all started off treating her like a queen until they turned out to be complete assholes. He got Julie got pregnant last winter when she was 16, he was 17 and told us how he was going to get a job doing construction with his dad and he wanted to take care of her and their baby. He always impressed us as being responsible and mature, I never imagined things would turn out this way. When he turned 18 he was working for his dad and had a small but decent apartment. By the time Julie should have been starting her senior year she was almost 7 months pregnant and spending most of her time at his place. Now here she was, 17 years old with a baby, back here with her mom and I and her guy in a jail cell.

…….

It’s around 8:30 Saturday morning. I wake up to the sound of pans clattering out in the kitchen. After getting up and voiding my bladder, I wandered out to the kitchen.

“Morning Dad, Mom went to work a little bit ago. Want some eggs?”

I nodded and said, “As long as there’s a huge cup of coffee with ’em.”

She chuckled just a bit and asked, “Cory keep you awake much last night?”

I said it was ok and took my coffee out to the couch. I was happy to get even that small chuckle from her after last night. “She always was a bit of a morning person,” I thought as I started flipping through channels on the TV.

A few minutes later Julie brought in a couple plates full of fried eggs with a couple pieces of toast and sat down across from me at the other end of the couch.

As we ate and made some light conversation I noticed that the swelling seemed to be all but gone from her lip even if you could still see a dark little line of dried blood there and without the mess of makeup she looked pretty much like my daughter again.

She was roughly the same height as Amanda, though considerably skinnier with her mom’s dark hair and eyes that were just a slightly brighter shade of green than my own. She was wearing a thin pair of light blue shorts and matching top with spaghetti straps, clearly all she had here to sleep in last night. I was a bit embarrassed though as I noticed it didn’t quite fit her the same as I remembered because her boobs had gotten so damn big. That shirt was straining to hold em in such a way that I had to try my hardest not to stare at them.

After we finished our breakfast and went through a short list of things we had to get done, Cory woke up and started crying so she left to go take care of him and I got up and cleared dishes. The image of her shirt pulled tight across her breasts like that kept flashing through my mind and I just shook my head silently reminding myself, “That’s your daughter, you nasty old man. Stop that right now.”

I never was good at taking my own advice.

…….

Julie was changing the baby as I walked down the hall to go get dressed. She heard me passing by in the hall and called out, “Hey Dad, when did you want to leave to go pick up my things?”

“I don’t know, maybe half an hour or so?”

“That’d be fine, if I feed Cory before we go he should be ok till around lunchtime.”

Oh yeah, I hadn’t even thought about that yet. “Um, about that, I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure your mom and I don’t have any milk in the fridge. We don’t really drink it often ya know?”

She laughed at that. “In case you didn’t notice, I’ve got that covered,” glancing down slightly in case I missed her meaning. “Shawn wouldn’t hear of buying formula when I could feed a baby for free. Besides, it’s supposed to be better for him anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” I hoped she didn’t notice that I blushed a little about the fact that I had indeed noticed the size of her breasts earlier. I said, “Anyway, I’m gonna get ready and I’ll see ya in about half an hour, ok?”

“Sure.”

I went on to my room and started getting out some clothes and went to get a shower. As I stood there under that steaming hot water my mind began to wander.

“She’s right on the other side of that wall right now with those big boobs out in plain sight. If you could just figure out how to get a look at them without it seeming intentional. Yeah, just accidently walk in at the wrong moment, right? I bet her nipples get so hard when they’re being sucked and Oh my God, I can’t remember how long it’s been since I tasted breast milk. Amanda’s was so sweet and just watching her squeeze it out for me was so sexy.” I thought – just as I finished squeezing a different creamy white fluid out of myself. It wasn’t the first time I’d thought about that particular similarity. Maybe that was partially why I’d always been so turned on by it.

“Yeah, well you never thought like that about her though, did you?” I thought angrily to myself.

With that I quickly finished my shower and got dressed.

…….

I took Julie to the apartment and she began collecting clothes and baby supplies to last her about a week. I tried to entertain Cory a bit. At 5 months old he seems to be most fascinated by anything that plays music while various colors of LEDs flash. He eventually fell asleep for a little bit and I started playing around on my phone for a bit. After a bit I decided to message Amanda, “Hey honey. At Julie’s picking up clothes. Should I get anything for tonight while we’re out?”

I noticed I hadn’t heard anything from Julie for a bit so I thought maybe I should see if she needed any help. I didn’t see her in the baby’s room as I passed by, then I seen the bedroom door was cracked open a few inches and I heard a faint sob coming from the other side. I knocked lightly pushing the door open further as I called, “Jules?”

I found her sitting at the foot of her bed with her hands covering her face crying softly. So I just sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders awkwardly. Hell, I never have much known what to say to a crying girl so I just sat there quietly for a minute before she moved her face from her hands to my chest and asked, “What am I gonna do now?”

I rubbed her shoulder a little bit and said, “I don’t know baby, but you got a cute little boy out there who needs you and your mom and I can make sure you’re ok while you figure it out. Everything’s going to be alright in time.”

She let that sink in for a few seconds then pulled tighter against me. “Thanks – I love you Dad.”

I raised a hand to her wet cheek and lifted her head up a bit and told her I loved her too and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.

Standing up, I said, “So, I came in to see if you needed any help with your things. I started looking around at the piles of clothes on the bed and surmised that she had pretty much just pulled drawers out of the dresser and dumped them onto the bed.

“I think I’ll have to sort this stuff out myself, you won’t know which stuff fits me right now. I have a couple moving boxes out in the kitchen closet if you can get them.”

After finding the boxes and a packing tape gun, I returned and put them together on the floor. She said, “Everything still on the bed can go for now. I am gonna go bag up some stuff for the baby.”

I drug a box around to the other side of the bed and smiled at her technique. Looks like everything she didn’t want was now on the floor. I gathered a pile of jeans and shirts and loaded them in the box then there was the other pile, socks and bras and panties. I noticed she seemed to favor brightly colored lacey thongs though a few of them had animal prints with neon colors mixed in.

I listened for a second and heard the sound of plastic items being thrown into a bag in the room across the hall then picked up one of the bras. It was a fairly plain looking thing when compared to the frilly panties, no lace or bows on this. I checked out the tag hanging off the inside of the clasp area. 38E! Wow! I remembered my wife when she was nursing maybe making it to a D cup but she had since returned to a fairly average C.

I considered this for a second again imagining what the boobs that would fill this bra would probably look like, and I couldn’t help it – I buried my face in one of those enormous cups, inhaling a mix of the aromas of breast milk and laundry soap. Damn, that brought me back.

Another rustle of plastic from across the hall caught my attention and I dropped the bra onto the pile and reached down to scoop up an armload of the undergarments, as my arm slid underneath, however, it also slid under the bedsheet. My hand tangled in some type of wire. I pulled it out and discovered it was attached to a box with a single dial on it on one end and a silver, oblong egg looking thing on the other side. I smiled thinking how I had bought something almost exactly like this for my wife back in our younger days. I imagined Julie using this little vibrator on her own clit and decided to throw it in the box under the panties and so on.

I taped up the box and called across the hall, “Got another box in here if you need it…”

“Nah, leave it for later, I’ve about got what I need here.”

After loading one box of clothes, a large trash bag of “all things baby” and the car seat into the car. I went back in and told her the car should be warm enough now if they were ready. She took another quick pass through the apartment and came back saying, “Should do for now.”

…….

Amanda had texted back saying how since it was so cold I should pick up some stuff to make a big pot of chili. So after a stop by the store we headed home. We unloaded the car and had just started putting stuff away before Cory started crying. I picked him up out of the car seat and made a face at Julie, “Ew! Somebody needs a change.”

She laughed and said, “… And you’re telling me because…?”

“Oh no, smartass. Wet diapers, sure. Poopy diapers, you and Mom.”

“How about you change him, I’ll feed him?” she returned.

Grr! Not like I could turn that one around on her and say I’d feed him so reluctantly I accepted defeat. She did at least dig everything I needed out of the baby stuff for me and hung out as I worked, probably to make sure I remembered how it was done.

I left them alone in the bedroom and went out to turn on the TV for a bit. As I flipped through channels, I found myself playing a game of “how-big-is-her-bra” in my mind. Buffy… Hmm… 30B? Weather-girl… Maybe 36C? God, I was as obsessed as a 15 year old. “What is wrong with me? Is this normal?” I wondered.

…….

All things considered, it had been a decent day. Amanda came home in a good mood, we’d all had a nice dinner and played a couple games around the table after. An extra element of difficulty came from remembering where our pieces were at as Cory kept knocking the board game around on the table. We all decided we were tired and headed off to bed around 9:30.

I woke back up a couple hours later hearing some noise coming from the front room. Amanda was sleeping beside me so I guessed Julie had gotten back up and was watching TV. I tried to go back to sleep but it just didn’t seem to be working out. I decided maybe I’d go fix myself a bit of a nightcap.

I went out to the kitchen and made myself a fairly generous Jack and Coke, then headed toward the living room. “Are you decent?” I asked, covering my eyes as a joke.

“Yes, I heard you get up.” I lowered my arm and saw Julie had drug the blanket off the back of the couch and had it draped over her shoulder down her front. Cory’s pudgy legs were sticking out the other side.

“Anything good on?”

“I just turned on HBO, I don’t even know what this is… Sorry if I woke you up.”

I shrugged, “No big deal, hon. A little of this will probably fix that for me.” I raised my glass in a mock-toasting gesture and took a long, satisfying drink.

The movie had something to do with some guy just wandering around this big space station by himself for some reason while everyone else was in some type of cryogenic type tube things. A few drinks later I was out again.

When I woke again Julie was asleep on the couch across from me still holding Cory. “That doesn’t seem very safe,” I thought… which seemed like a perfectly legit excuse to me. I walked softly to the other side of the couch. Slowly lifted the blanket and gently pulled Cory away. Feeling the relief of no longer having weight on it, Julie’s arm fell limp to her lap.

Oh my God, that was such a beautiful tit. Her brown areola was about the size of a Oreo cookie and the nipple protruding from the center of it looked like a small red gumdrop. I shifted the baby to my left arm and adjusted my stiffening cock in my sweatpants.

“Are you going to rub one out right there in your pants?” Julie asked.

I startled a bit and then said, “No hon, I was just afraid you were going to drop the baby while you slept.”

“And protecting the baby required you to stare at my boob for two minutes while you played with yourself?” she asked.

I stammered indignantly, “First off, I did no such thing and certainly not for two minutes. Second, …”

Then she started giggling. “I was just screwing with you, calm down and be quiet. You don’t want to wake the baby, or worse… Mom. I wasn’t going to drop the baby, you see – I wasn’t really asleep. I’ve been catching you looking at my boobs all day. No, don’t worry it sorta got me excited… then when I found you had packed my little vibrating bullet for me I knew that you were thinking about some things too.”

“OK, you got me. I really am sorry. It’s just that I’ve never seen breasts that wonderful in real life. I really couldn’t help it.”

She smiled again saying, “Why do you think I pretended to be asleep? I’m not upset that you peeked – I’m glad you did. I’ve got another confession as well. I’ve always had a bit of a dad-crush. When I’m alone and I use my vibrator I like watching some kind of taboo porn.”

“You mean incest porn? Really? I mean there’s nothing wrong with it, I just never thought you would be into that type of thing.” I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation.

“Why not? The first porn I ever watched like that I found on your laptop. I was a little weirded out at first, I admit, but you never leered at me or made any advances so I decided it was harmless. Eventually I got having some fantasies of my own.” with that her eyes returned to the tent sticking out in the front of my sweats. After a short hesitation she reached forward, pulled my waistband down and leaned forward slowly taking the full length of my cock into her mouth and throat.

She withdrew and started licking and sucking the head of my dick. I was as hard as I could remember being in years! It was amazing. I honestly never hoped for this to happen in reality, but now that it was I knew I’d been waiting years for this moment to come.

I reluctantly stepped away, piling pillows on the front of the chair seat making a safe bed for Cory and laid him down before returning to the floor in front of Julie. I got down on my knees in front of her and cupped her exposed breast, massaging it and enjoying the soft weight of it in my hand. I reached up with my thumb, tracing it lightly across her nipple as I saw it stiffen slightly.

“You really like that, don’t you Dad?” she asked, carefully studying the mixed look of lust and fascination on my face.

“Of course I do. I think this is the most incredible breast I’ve ever had in front of me.”

“Yours is the first man’s hand to touch them since my milk came in. Shawn said they were fat and disgusting and I looked like a cow. He hasn’t even fucked me in months, he just makes me suck him off when he gets horny and I have to get off by myself while he’s at work.”

I said, “He is obviously an idiot who can’t appreciate what he has.”

“Had.” She corrected, grinning down at me. I closed my grip on her tit just a bit tighter squeezing a small trickle of milk out of her nipple. I stretched forward and licked the delicious cream up with the tip of my tongue before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. I was rewarded with a sweet warm spray that coated the inside of my mouth and suddenly I felt a shared closeness and sense of intimacy with her I never imagined we would have as a father and daughter. My daughter was sharing with me the special nourishment her body had made for her own baby and it was wonderful.

I could feel the increased warmth radiating from between her legs against my belly and my dick pulsed back to life making her gasp in surprise as it unexpectedly poked squarely between her butt cheeks.

I backed away, taking her hands as I stood up helping her stand as well. She raised her arms for me as I lifted her nightshirt over her head and pulled it off of her. I shuffled my sweats down over my hips and let them fall to the floor as I took off my own t-shirt.

We settled onto the couch laying front to front and drug the blanket the rest of the way down over us. I scooted down just a little bit and she lifted a leg just enough for my stiff cock to push in-between them. Her hot pussy ground against it as I raised her other breast to my mouth and began to kiss and suck it, again greedily gulping down mouthfuls of my daughter’s sweet milk.

After a minute of this I felt her reach between us and take my dick in her hand angling it upward. I paused, meeting her eyes with my own questioning gaze.

Julie nodded and said quietly, “oh fuck yes I need it now!” I forced hard up into her in one shove, pushing with my legs off the arm of the couch. “Oh shit! Oh my God yes!” she muttered as I began working myself back and forth.

I was fucking my daughter! It felt incredible and even though I told myself this would never actually happen, that I didn’t even want this to happen… I suppose there was a reason why watching those pornstars doing their roleplay about this exact situation all this time was so exciting.

It obviously didn’t bother Julie I thought as I felt her muscles tighten around my shaft as her breathing intensified into short ragged gasps. Her fingertips clawed at my back and as she released she let out a contented sigh.

I slowed my movements until she resumed a regular pace of breathing and then I backed away, rising, pulling her up. I then sat down, pulling her onto my lap. With a little wiggle of her hips, she settled down into position right where we both needed her to be.

As she rode up and down on me I alternated between having one nipple, then the other, then both in my mouth. As I sucked down on both of her nipples at once, I felt a flood of warm juices run down my throat and my balls at the same time.

“Oh damn, yes. That was so amazing. There’s one more thing I want though.” She lifted up and the grabbed my shoulders steering me down to the couch on my back. A leg came up over the top of my head and I got the first clear view of my little girl’s pussy that I’ve had in many years. Her pubic hair was shaved neatly into a thin little landing strip. Her clit was pushing out under the hood like a pink little pencil eraser and she brought it down directly onto my waiting tongue just seconds before I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock and her mouth sliding down me again.

I licked her little nub, labia and hole until her juices washed over my tongue and I slurped and lapped them up eagerly. Julie gave my balls I gentle squeeze before removing her hand and burying my dick so far into her mouth her nose was pushing against my sack.

I felt myself tense up and began firing load after load of cum down my daughter’s throat. 

“Oh shiiiiit! Oh good God that felt so fucking good!” I said.

{ To be continued. }

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

Potential Part 1 by BiStander

Introduction:

This is introductions and stage settingDisclaimers: This is a creative, nonfiction story based on actual events. All names, locations and time-lines have been changed to protect the guilty. I have also added details and events to make it a good story while maintaining anonymity. Although people told me about events, they could not fully transfer their thoughts, feelings and emotions to me, so I did my best, based on my own experience, to portray them. 

In order to stay true to real life, the story starts slow. If you only want to read about sex, then this story is not for you. There is a lot of character and plot development at the beginning. If you are offended by things you didn’t know actually happen, things that happen, but are not talked about or things you think shouldn’t happen, then don’t read this story. I’m not advocating, approving, dissuading, I’m only telling the story. 

I will be posting this story on two other sites simultaneously. Those sites do not apply censorship. I don’t think this particular story would be subject to censorship because it is real life, but if it should happen to be pulled, you can find it on those sites.

POTENTIAL Part 1

Candy Damiani, glanced at the clock while her fingers strummed a nervous rhythm on the table. She anticipated the knock, but still jumped when it came. She sipped from her glass , got up and walked to the door.

“Come in,” Candy said, and stepped aside. The tall teenager had to squeeze past. He was holding a box with both hands and his elbow bumped her breast.

“Mrs. Damiani,” he said, and flipped his shoulder-length hair, “everything is done outside. All that’s left is the software.” He put the box down on the kitchen counter, his eyes shifting nervously. 

“Zachary,” she said, and licked her lips. Her arms tightened at her sides and the boy’s eyes darted to her chest.

“Ah, yes, Ma’am.”

“Call me…Candy,” she said.

“Okay, Candy…Candy it is. So, ah, where’s the computer I’m supposed to install this on?”
“It’ll be on my husband’s computer,” she said, and smiled. “Follow me.”

They left the kitchen and entered the back section of the house. It was a modern addition on the old house where their master bedroom and office were located, away from the kid’s rooms. The first door in the hallway was to the office, but Candy passed it and took Zachary into the master bedroom. She paused and slid her hand over the end of the king sized bed, then continued through the doorway into the attached office. It was a stupid game she was playing, but it made her feel better. Fuck John’s security-system, she thought.

For the next ten minutes, Candy watched Zachary install software and hook something to the back of John’s computer. 
“All right,” he said, “sit down here and I’ll show you how it works.” He got up and turned the swivel chair around for her.

Candy sat and scooted forward, then leaned back and looked up at Zachary. “Show me,” she said. He was looking straight down into the depths of her cleavage.

He said, “Double click this icon.”

She pretended she cared, and said, “Wow, it’s so clear!” She played up the dumb blonde roll. 

The screen showed two images. One was the front porch and the other was the driveway going down the side of the house. She could see the bottom steps of the back porch. Now John could see her coming and going, and everyone who visited. 

“What does this do?” she asked, and covered Zachary’s hand with hers on the mouse. It trembled.

“Ah, that’s the zoom control.” He drove the pointer to a row of buttons. “Here’s the activation mode. It’s set up like a motion light, it records anytime something moves outside. The rest of the time it just shows the picture.”

“Great,” she said.

Zachary had no idea her husband would change his password when he came home and he’d be the only one seeing what was recorded. He’d have another way to make sure she didn’t have friends other than the ones they shared, the ones he approved. 

“My boss told me there was another computer that I was supposed to install the view panel on,” Zachary said. “Is that it over there.”

“Yes,” Candy said, and followed the boy over to her desk in the far corner of the room. He repeated the process on her computer while she imagined things she had no business thinking about.

“Okay, it’s done,” Zachary said. 

“All ready,” she said.

“Yes, there’s less set up when it’s just the view panel,” Zachary said. “Let me show you how it works.”

“Will this computer record too?” she said.

“No, this one is a secondary device. Its signal comes from that computer,” he said. “If you have this button clicked, and there’s movement, then you’ll see the images in these two windows.”

Candy pushed her chair back and stood up. “Wow, this will make me feel so safe,” she said, her anger building. “I do transcription work all day with my headset on. Anyone could break in and do—Mm, you never know what someone might do to me.” She paused, then added, “Things aren’t like they used to be.” That was an understatement.

“Yeah, right,” he said. “Speaking of that—”He reached into the box he brought and pulled out a small device—”here’s one of TechAdvance’s standard nanny-cams. It can easily be hooked into this system.”

Candy felt her heart flutter. “Nanny-cam?”

“Yes,” Zachary said. “It’s not inconspicuous, like a spy camera, more to let a babysitter know you might be watching.”

She thought about when she was, Candy, the babysitter, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. “Those days have past,” she said. Like she would let her husband near a babysitter. “Not that my youngest needs it anymore, but the older kids are my live-in babysitters.”

“All right, but if you change my mind—” He paused. “I’m not supposed offer this, but if you don’t tell my boss, I could come and help you out, you know, for free.”

Candy ran her hand down his forearm. Unfortunately her husband would know if she took the boy up on a special service visit. “Not a problem, it’ll be our secret.” She’d always loved her secrets when she was a girl, and saying the word while playing this silly game with Zachary, got her excited.

Once Zachary was gone, Candy sat in front of her computer, her stomach turned and her fingers trembled. Spycam, spelled out in the search box. She was just curious.

At school, Evan sat in a desk that was too small for his six-foot frame, thinking there should be a law against having a young, hot teacher. The crotch of his khaki pants was getting too tight. His Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Beck, was writing on the board in preparation for class. Her incredible butt was wiggling in cadence with the squeaking marker. He dove into his daily fantasy and started undressing his teacher. What new position would he do her in while his classmates watched?

The woman from the Philippines had smooth brown skin, almond shaped eyes and big, firm breasts. He pushed everything off her desk, laid her down and knelt over her. He started titty fucking her. His creamy load would look great splattered on her brown flesh.

His lusting was interrupted when Darlene entered the classroom. The redhead’s body transformed a school uniform into something he’d seen on a “School Girls” website, where 20-year-old women dressed up like fourteen-year-old girls, and did naughty things. He was sure Darlene did naughty things too.

Evan watched Darlene’s ass until she got to her seat. She never looked at him. The sixteen-year-old supposedly would go both ways and do things that other high school girls hadn’t even heard of.

When class ended, Evan timed his exit to coincide with Darlene’s. “How was your weekend?” he asked. 

Darlene said, “Fine,” without looking at him.

“Do anything fun?”

“Not really,” she said, then started turning the dial on her locker.

“Okay,” he said, feeling stupid. 

Darlene shoved books into her locker and slammed it. “See ya.” She turned and walked away.

Damn it, he thought, I still didn’t get anywhere with her. Maybe he did something mean to her years ago that he didn’t remember.

Evan stood in front of the school breathing the diesel fumes from all the yellow kid carriers, still thinking about Darlene. He stumbled forward when someone jumped on his back and wrapped their legs around his waist. “Jeez!” he yelled.

“Guess who?” said the person riding him with their hands over his eyes.

Even if he didn’t recognize her voice or the smell of her strawberry shampoo or the feel of her long, soft fingers, he’d know. He’d feel her inside his soul and know. “Let’s see,” he said. “I think it’s the only person who still thinks it’s all right to act like we’re ten?”

“Whatever,” Deana said. “Carry me to the car. My legs are sore.”

“Just get off me,” he said. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Right,” she said, “like there aren’t a hundred guys who’d love to give me a piggy-back ride.”

“Yeah, but none of them are your brother,” he said. “Now let go or I’m gonna dump you in that trash can.”

His twin sister, Deana fell in stride with him as they walked towards the student parking. She said, “What’s eating you?” 

“Nuha-thin,” he said. “Where are the Tumbling Triplets?”

“They’re riding to ‘nastics with Kimmy’s mom.” She bumped him with her hip. “So?”

He avoided her dark, searching eyes. “So?” he said, “What?”

“You know, what’s bothering you?”

He was horny enough to stick his dick in a tree-knot and couldn’t get laid, or even get a conversation going with Darlene. Should he let his sister in on that? “I got a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

She walked backwards in front of him with her lips squished to one side. “A lot of red hair and big tits, maybe?” She smirked.

“Deana!” 

“Is it true what they say about redheads?” She took off ahead of his swing.

“Jeez! Will you—”

“Sorry. I saw you talking to Darlene and—”

“Talking to her?” He pressed the unlock button on his keypad and a blue Monte Carlo chirped. “That girl doesn’t know how to talk. I’m just trying to be friendly with her, and—”

“Friendly,” Deana said. “You mean get laid?” She pulled at the bun on top of her head and silky black hair cascaded down her back. 

“Deana,” he said, sorry that he had gotten in this conversation, “you have a dirty mind.”

“Me?” she huffed. “You’re the one trying to hook up with Darlene. Not to mention checking out my friends every chance you get.”

“Like you don’t flirt with Jason,” he said. His best friend, Jason, knew Deana was off limits. Their father was the major deterrent, but Jason was still hot for Deana. They had a “Sisters off limits” pact. So far neither of them had tried to break it. 

“I don’t flirt with him,” Deana said, “and even if I did, I don’t try and peek at his panties every time he gets out of the back seat, like you do when Rebecca gets out of your car. Pervert.”

He hated having a twin sister who knew him so well. Rebecca was his favorite of the three tumblers, and he was pretty sure she wanted him to see her panties when she got out of the back seat. He’d love to do more than see them, but Deana made him promise not to date her friends, especially not Rebecca. She’d been Deana’s best friend since kindergarten. 

They pulled out of the school parking lot and he tried to change the subject. “I’m going to offer Mrs. Beck sex for an A in her class.” 

Deana stared at him for a minute, then squinted one eye and raised the other thick, black brow. “She’s hot,” she said. 
“Maybe you can get an A+ if you do her right.”

“Jeez,” was all he said.

He stopped the car in their driveway, and Deana said, “I gotta pee.” She jumped out of the car and halfway to the back door she yelled, “Get my bag.”

He watched her climb the porch steps. “Sure, and I’ll close your door, too.” 

In the kitchen, Evan dropped Deana’s book bag by the back door, then stood behind his little sister—step sister. 
“Hey, Gloria,” he said, and collected her blonde mane of hair, tugging down until he could look into her blue eyes. “Monkey brains. That’s wrong.”

“Which one?” Gloria said, scrunching her shoulders to fight off his hands. “That tickles.”

He moved his chin down to her shoulder. “Number eleven. A is unknown, so the answer is D, not enough information.”

“Math isn’t my good subject,” she said.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “what is?”

“Art.”

“Art ain’t a subject.”

“Is too!” She pointed to a pile of papers. “See.”

“Wow!” he said, reaching for the top sheet. “What do you call this one?”

“I don’t call it anything. It’s free expression,” she said. “I wanta be an artist.”

“Really?” He wanted to be a race-car driver or a porn star but neither of those was likely to happen. “If I were you, I’d sign it, frame it and name it, ‘Monkey sex.’ People will buy it for big bucks”

“Pervert.”

“Hey, stop spending so much time with Deana,” he said. “I’m just tryin’ to help. Where’s mom?”

“I don’t need help,” Gloria said. “Mom’s doing doctor junk. Don’t bother her. She said so.”

He heard Deana come out of the bathroom. “Let me know if you need more help with your math.” He laughed while avoiding her elbow and headed for the bathroom.

Evan closed the bathroom door, ready for his regular afternoon relief. He hesitated, then opened the hamper anyway. Deana’s red hearts underwear peeked out from under a shirt. He lifted them and turned to face the wall length mirror over the counter. If there were panties that didn’t belong to his sister, he would have chosen those. Satisfied with his rationale, he lowered his zipper. The steel, vein bulging erection that sprang from his boxers was excessive in a breathtaking way. He squirted Deana’s lotion on the bulbous cock head and let it spill down his long, hard shaft. He pressed the soil crotch to his nose and the scent of vaginal fluid erased the image of the girl who owned the underwear. 
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” he moaned. 

Mrs. Beck on her knees appeared behind his closed eyes. “Oh Evan, oh, Evan,” she moaned. “Please give me your cum! Give me that hot teenage cum. Put it on my face. Get it all over my face, please.” His hand pumped violently up and down the rigid, cock.

His balls rolled in their sack, then drew up, tight and ready to shoot, but he demanded they wait. Porn stars had to be able to cum on command. He kept stroking. The thick, purple knob snapped in and out of his fist. He opened his eyes and stared at his erection as it jerked and filled to capacity. 

“Oh, yes!” He put Deana’s underwear in front of the streams of cum and let the material soak up his orgasm. They’re just underwear, any old underpants. Who cares?

Out in the hallway, Deana backed away from the bathroom door with that nagging sense of guilt she always got when she knew something that her brother wouldn’t want her to know. It wasn’t like she was spying on him, or watching, she just knew. Was that wrong? 

She closed her bedroom door and blew-out a long breath. It was wrong, but not because she knew her brother was jerking off, it was how it made her feel that was the problem. Oh well, she thought, it’s not going to send me to hell. All those other things she thought about, those were hell worthy offenses. 

Later on, Evan kicked twice, then threw three punches at the heavy bag. Why was he so frustrated? It’d been six months since Stacey moved to Michigan. Shouldn’t he be over her already? She’d been his first real relationship, one with regular sex, that is. Had he actually loved her, or was it the sex, sex and more sex that he loved? He threw punch after punch until his heart pounded and blood roared in his ears.

“Hey, Karate Kid,” Deana said.

He turned and saw his sister on the open staircase that led down to their finished basement. “What,” he said.

“Don’t be hostile,” Deana said, and sat with her legs hanging over the edge of the staircase. “Mom said it’s almost time for dinner. So bring your sweaty butt upstairs.” She giggled. “I added that last part.”

He watched her legs swing, wondering when they had gotten so long. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

In the bathroom, Evan stopped drying his head when he heard his dad calling his name. It was dinner time. He flattened his thick black hair and pulled gray sweatpants up is wet legs.

“Sorry,” he said, when he reached the kitchen, “I thought I had more time.” He sat to his father’s right, on the long side of the table. It was a large table, like his father. Deana and Gloria were seated across from him and his mom, Candy was to his right, at the opposite end from his dad. 

His father, dug his fork into a mountain of baked zitti and everyone else started eating. That was the rule, don’t start until everyone was seated. Unofficially, not until their dad started. One day he might ask why they didn’t say grace anymore.

He kicked Gloria under the table and motioned with his chin to her napkin. She quickly moved it to her lap.

“You staying focused for the end of the year, finals?” John said, and took a sip from a glass of wine. “This isn’t the time to start slacking off.” He stuffed a hunk of garlic bread into his mouth. Crumbs grabbed onto his black mustache.

Evan inhaled, wishing he could tell him the truth. He glanced at Candy’s pursed lips and swallowed his response and lied, “Yes, Sir.”

His dad added, “I hope so. This year and next are the most important towards college.” 

Gloria’s toes grabbed his kneecap. He resisted the urge to tickle her foot. “Mom, did you know you gave birth to the next Picasso?” He felt Gloria’s toes tighten. “Really, she drew a picture that will make her rich someday.” He looked at his blushing sister then back to his mom. They could pass as twins, except Gloria’s hair was golden-blonde and Candy’s was more of a strawberry-blonde.

“She’s definitely got talent,” Candy said.

Evan thought he should say something about the open button between his mom’s breasts, but he stared through the gap at her black bra instead. Her wonderful melons rested on the table when she reached for the Parmesan. He imagined himself sitting on the table in and sliding his dick through the valley of cleavage. 

“Don’t get her hopes up until she learns something she can earn money doing,” his father said.

Evan jerked his eyes away from Candy’s cleavage and reached for Gloria’s foot. He squeezed it and rubbed her toes. She kept eating without looking up.

John said, “Did TechAdvance come today?” 

“Yes, it’s done,” Candy said, without adding details.

“Good, I’m glad,” John said, between mouthfuls of pasta.

Evan followed the volley of conversation, wondering if his mom was pissed off about the security system, or something else.

That night, after finishing his homework, Evan was ready for a snack. He went down the stairs from his room in the attic. At the bottom of the stair, he opened the door carefully, so he wouldn’t hit anybody walking past. The bathroom door was to his right, and Deana’s and Gloria’s bedrooms were at the other end of the hallway. He’d had plenty of opportunities to bash one of them when he got in a rush.

“Boo!” Gloria shouted in the dark corridor.

He took a deep breath, pretending she hadn’t scared the crap out of him, then finished closing the door. “You’re going to have to do better than that,” he said.

Gloria’s smile said she knew she’d scared him. “Evan,” she said, “do you really think I have talent?”

“You bet,” he said. It seemed like only a few days had past since he’d lifted her by her armpits, kissed her nose, and called her Baby-Girl. Now he wouldn’t need to lift her and she was too old to be treated like a baby. The years between them used to seem like a huge gap, but the age she was at now closed that gap. He still treated her like a baby and she still seemed to appreciate it. “Don’t worry about what dad says, do whatever you like doing.”

“Hmm,” she said, thinking about something that made her smile. “Thanks, I will.”

“You know, you and Deana could wear more than a towel when—”

“I know, I know, dad tells us that.” She turned and walked to her room. The white terrycloth was at the edge of her bare cheeks, and it embarrassed him that he stared.

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.)