My friend Alex was a real asshole. He was that guy everybody knows. The one that seduces a girl, fucks her, then totally abandons her. He was what many girls hope to never encounter.
The worst part is, he is my best friend so I can’t really judge these little experiences he has with these girls. Being in college, I occasionally do meet and have sex with some random girl- but we both know that it’s just a one time thing.
Saturday night came and I was walking over to go pick up Alex at his dorm so we could head over to this party that we had heard about. The party was going to be a little ways off campus, but there would be plenty of drinks.
I got to Alex’s hall, and noticed a girl walking towards his door. She stopped in front of it and knocked 4 times. About 20 seconds later, the door opened and a hand reached for hers, leading her inside.
I thought that it was one of Alex’s roommates, so I continued on and knocked on the door. Alex’s roommate Jake opened the door, surprised to see me.
“Luis? What’s up?”
“I’m here to get Alex, we’re going to a party.”
“Alex? Are you sure?”
I could feel my eyebrow lift.
“Yea… Why wouldn’t I be?”
He motioned his thumb behind his left side, pointing at Alex’s door.
“He told me about 30 minutes ago that he was having company over. I was just about to go out so that he could have at it with that girl you probably just saw outside.”
Seriously? What the fuck. I know sex is sex, but damn- at least let a dude KNOW beforehand.
“Oh, well alright then man, I’ll just talk to em later.”
He shut the door, and I turned to walk back the way I came.
“Son of a bitch!”
I heard a snicker behind me. I turned to see a girl with her hands folded, smiling at me .
“Did he fuck you then ignore your calls too?”
I blankly stared at her, knowing that she must have been one of Alex’s girls.
I laughed a bit, “Yea he fucked me, fucked me out of a good time at this party we were supposed to head over to right now.”
She shook her head, still smiling.
“Why not go alone?”
I sighed, “It’s a little bit off campus, but I’m not feeling the walk. He was my ride too.”
She looked to her left, as if thinking. She then turned to me and stared me up and down for a second.
“Well hey, I’m free tonight- I could go with you if you want. I’ll drive.”
I looked at Alex’s door, then back at her. I didn’t want to spend my Saturday night alone in my dorm. This girl seemed nice enough, I guess making new friends was what college was all about.
She nodded, “Yea! Just let me go back to room and change, meet me out in the lounge.”
“Gotcha.” I said as I turned and started walking.
Back in the lounge, I sat on the sofa waiting for this girl. I kept checkin my phone every 5 minutes, looking at the time.
8:15 8:20 8:25 8:30 … 9:10
“Was this girl coming back?” I thought to myself.
Part of me thought that it wasn’t worth it.
I got up and started walking towards the exit. Just then, I heard a girl call out.
“Hey! Ok I’m here, let’s go!”
I turned and saw that it was the girl I was waiting for. But she sure did look different.
Upstairs, she had on sweats and a university t shirt on. She had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing some fuzzy slippers.
I had to fight my jaw to keep it from dropping as I saw her transformation.
She speed walked towards me, but she seemed to walk in slow motion.
She was wearing a cherry red tube top that showed most of her abdomen which allowed her to show off a cute belly button piercing. It struggled to contain her tits. Her tits weren’t huge, maybe smaller C cups. The top was just too tight.
As she got closer, she twirled her body around and lifted her arms in the air, as if she was showing off her outfit.
She wore the most incredible white short shorts, they were skin tight. Her ass barely fit into them, it was perfect. It wasn’t grossly large or round, it matched perfectly with her hourglass figure, popping out just the right amount. When she turned, I could see the outlining of a red thong through her shorts.
She wasn’t hiding much.
She arrived at my side and then kept walking towards the door.
“C’mon let’s go!” she said with a very gorgeous smile.
Her hair went down past her shoulders, just reaching her breasts. Everytime it covered her tits, she would slide it across her shoulders so that it went towards her back, allowing her chest to be very visible.
God, she was so freaking hot.
I had half a bulge that I had to re-adjust in my pants while walking so that she would not notice.
We got to her car and I gave her the address. We started on our way to the party, which was about 5 minutes driving distance. She turned on the radio and some pop song came on. We didn’t talk much on the way.
We arrived at the party to see that it was in full swing. There was huge crowd out in the front lawn, friends all having drinks and socializing.
We walked up the steps to the porch and entered the house. There was loud house music playing. I looked around to see a few people had reached their alcohol limit and had already passed out in their own little corners of the room. There was a keg, mostly guys surrounded it- pouring drinks and passing them out. There were about 10 people dancing out of the 35+ in the room.
The girl tapped my shoulder and signaled me to come closer so she could say something to me over the music.
“I’m going to get get a drink and hang around. Where are you going to be?”
“I think I might head to the back and see if any of my other friends showed up.”
We nodded at eachother and just like that, we split up to go enjoy ourselves in our own ways.
After about an hour of chatting up some buddies near the pool and having a few beers, I decided to go inside and check to see if the girl was still around.
I walked in and saw that a lot more people were dancing now. I couldn’t spot her in the huge crowd. I decided that she’d be fine and decided to go back outside. As I turned, I felt an arm grab my shoulder.
“Bro, you better check on your girl.”
He signaled at the dance floor
Confused, I searched for what he was pointing at, finally seeing the girl, dancing in the crowd.
She looked slightly drunk. She was dancing, but she seemed to struggle keeping her balance.
I walked over and tapped her shoulder.
She turned to me, losing her footing and almost falling onto me. I caught her by her arms and kept her steady.
“You ok? “
She smiled and opened her eyes wide.
“Yeeeaaa! I’m good, I’m just, just Getting a little TIPSY, is all!”
This girl was my ride back to the dorms, I didn’t want to have to walk it back alone so late at night.
“Hey how bout we head out a little early, it’s pretty lame here.”
She frowned a little, then closed her eyes and nodded.
Great, one hour of partying, and I wasn’t even close to buzzed.
We got to her cars and she pulled out her keys, tossing them at me.
“We don’t want that, do we?” She said, pretending to turn an invisible steering wheel.
I drove us back to the dorms, the parking lot was pretty empty. I started to exit the car, but she grabbed my arm.
“Woah now, slow down there.”
I looked at her, “What’s up?”
“Why we gotta go so soon?”
I looked around the parking lot and gave a light hearted scoff.
“Well there’s not much to do around here, is there?”
She smiled seductively, “Weeeell, I know of a few things we could do.”
She leaned back in the car seat and put her right leg onto the dash, slowly rubbing it from her ankles down to her shorts. Her left arm was around her neck caressing the back of her scalp. She had her right index finger placed at the bottom of her lips, slowly bringing it down to reveal her perfect teeth. Then her hand slid further down to her neck, which then proceeded down to her top. She gently caressed the top of her left breast, making a circular motion with her middle finger.
I looked at her eyes, which showed that she was still pretty buzzed, but not so much that she didn’t know what she was doing.
“What exactly did you have in mind?” I asked, jokingly.
She shrugged her shoulders, still sliding her finger around her tits.
She turned her body a little bit so that her left leg could go over and be placed on top of the bulge in my pants.
She giggled innocently. “I dunno…”
I placed my hand on her foot, slowly massaging her sole. I rubbed her ankle gently, making my way up her leg. I began to touch her inner thigh, feeling its warmth.
“You don’t know, huh?”
She bit her lower lip and giggled. She shook her head at me.
Then, she turned to the back of her spacious station wagon. The seats were already down, with a few blankets laid out.
I laughed to myself, realizing that this girl was almost the equivalent of Alex, just not the bad parts.
She climbed over the seat and made her way to back and laid her head against the back of the car. She spread her legs open and placed her right hand over her shorts, where her pussy was.
She smiled at me, then slowly began licking the bottom of her front teeth.
I climbed to the back and made my way over to her. She got on her knees and pushed me back so that I was sitting up against the back of the front seats. She lifted her right leg and positioned herself on top of me.
She slid her hand down my chest, reaching my belt. She began to unbuckle it and quickly slid it off. She undid my jeans and pulled out my hard cock which she slowly jerked with her right hand.
She leaned forward and jammed her tongue into my mouth, searching it before being met by mine. She kept jerking my cock harder, gradually increasing speed and intensity.
She pulled her mouth away and looked me in the eyes, still massaging my cock.
“Ever fuck in a parking lot before?” she said, smiling.
Before I could answer, she pulled herself off of me and got on her knees. She bent forward and pulled her hair back over her shoulders, my cock still in her right hand.
She licked the sides of my shaft up and down, getting a taste of me. She put her head directly over my dick and let a bit of spit fall down from her tongue onto the tip of my cock.
She watched as it slid down the side of my cock and reached my balls.
She suddenly engulfed my cock in her throat, taking it in all at once very fast. She looked up at me, my cock still rammed down her throat. She gave a small wink and began to suck my cock.
She pulled back to the head and wrapped her tongue around it- gently playing with it. She slurped as she took in every inch of my cock, trying hard to not let any saliva make its way down to my balls.
I could feel my dick throbbing, getting ready to explode. I pulled her off my cock and turned her around.
I found her shorts button and undid it, sliding them down to her knees. I bent her over and slid her thong out of her crack and to the side of her ass.
I bent down and began to eat her soaked pussy from behind, spreading her ass as far as possible. She tasted amazing, every bit of pussy juice spilled right into my mouth.
“Mmm, oh yea! Fuck me with your hot tongue!”
I ate her pussy hungrily, quickly licking her clit. Her moans were incredibly sexy, high pitched and full of desire- like a slut’s moans should be.
I pulled away and could see her disappointed face turn to find me. I grabbed my cock and slowly pulled her hips closer to me.
She smiled and turned back around. She moved her right hand under her stomach to her pussy, spreading her lips in anticipation.
I made my way into her gently, slowly sliding in. She groaned softly, putting her head and shoulders against the floor of the car. She reached back and grabbed her ass, spreading it wide open.
I placed my hands on top of hers, pulling with each thrust. She was incredibly wet, her pussy slushed as my cock slid in and out of her tight cunt.
“Oh god! Oh… Oh finger my ass!”
I slid my right thumb into her ass while I fucked her pussy. She gave a huge moan of pleasure.
“Oh yea! Fuck both of my tight holes!”
I shoved my thumb deep into her ass, quickly bringing it back out and jamming it back in harder and faster than the previous time.
I felt her pussy tighten around the shaft of my cock. She began Squirting all over the blankets beneath us. She placed her hands side by side next to her head, her mouth wide open.
“Holy fucking shit!”
I kept fucking her until her juices stopped pouring from her pussy.
She pulled her self away and turned to me. She pushed me back against the seats again, this time she sat on top of me- taking my cock in her hand searching for some place to put it.
She positioned her ass on top of my cock, slowly letting herself take in my cock into her tight asshole.
She squeezed her eyes right together, then opened her mouth wide
I could feel the warmth of her asshole it tighten around my cock. I laid my head back and grabbed her ass, spreading it.
She grabbed the head rests of the seats in front and began to ride my dick. She built up speed as her asshole adjusted to my cock.
She quickly bounced her sweet ass on my cock, every time she brought her self down onto me brought me closer to cumming deep inside of her.
She leaned back and pulled her top down, exposing her incredibly firm and supple tits. She grabbed the head rests again, bringing her tits to my face.
I took one in left hand and started sucking on her right nipple. They were pink and very small, but they were both erect, still not standing very tall. I sucked her nipple, tonguing it at the same time.
Her breathing began to pick up pace.
“Mmm suck my tits baby…”
I rotated my tongue on her sweet little nipples, teasing them at certain points, then ravenously slurping them.
I could feel myself about to cum as she continued to ride my cock with her tight little asshole.
“I’m close…”, I moaned.
“Mmm oh yea… Cum in my ass.”
She began to work her hips, grinding her ass on my dick.
She closed her eyes and leaned into my shoulder, whispering into my ear.
“Fill me up baby…”
I grabbed her ass and began to thrust deep into her harder than ever, hearing the clap of her ass against me.
I felt my cock throb before finally spewing cum deep into her warm ass.
She kept grinding my cock slowly, looking directly into eyes.
“Mmm… So much cum.”
She giggled, then reached around and swiped a bit of cum which escaped her asshole and slid down to my balls.
She brought the cum up to her mouth and slowly surrounded her finger with her gorgeous lips, slurping it off.
She smiled and gave me a cute wink, “Yummy.”
I laughed, “You don’t seem like a girl who’d be all hung over a guy like Alex.”
“Well I never said I fucked Alex, did I?”
She giggled, “My roommate sure was pissed at him, though.”
Superheroine Volunteers To Get Raped To Catch RapistsM & M
The Mayor’s Rape Plan & Negotiating A Cuckolding
The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those under 21 years of age, or those who are offended by graphic fighting, bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and wonderfully extreme promiscuity, should read no further.
Everyone else, please proceed and enjoy the plights of our heroine’s as they look incredibly voluptuous, gorgeous and scantily clad, while they strive to make society safe from evil doers and, too often, get beaten, raped and totally debauched by their repulsive, disgusting opponents, in the pursuit of their worthy goals.
1. Rapist’s Sex Bait & Arranging For Payback (Cuckoldry):
Mike heard his secretary’s voice on the intercom announce, “The Governor is on line 2 for you Mr. Mayor.” Mike grabbed the phone and greeted his long-time political leader, ally, friend, and the Godfather of the Democratic Party, “Hello Governor.”
Bill’s voice boomed out in response, “Hey, mother fucker, those god damned rapists in your city have got me in a hell of a bind.”
“Ever since day before yesterday when State Senator Weiner went public with the claim that his wife was raped and beaten up by three guys in one of those cheap, fleabag motels you’ve got down there in San Diego, I have been getting nothing but grief from every newspaper, TV station and do-gooder in the whole god damned state.”
The angry Governor blustered on, “Of course that bastard Weiner didn’t bother to tell the press what really happened. That his wife let herself be lured to the motel room to cheat on her little dicked husband, and her blind date turned out to be three perverted rapists.”
When the aggravated Governor stopped to take a breath, the Mayor interjected, “Sorry about you getting caught up in this storm of bad publicity, Governor but, believe me, I have been catching the same kind of flack down here.”
“Well I don’t want to hear about your god damned problems, Mike, I want you to get off your ass and do something to catch those MILF fuckin’ rapists and get the heat off of me, and quick,” he barked. “This is an election year and I don’t need this kind of shit, right now.”
Choking down a shot of whiskey, the Governor went on, “Now have you got some quick answers as to how you are going to catch these assholes and get things back to normal, where it’s safe for wives to go out and cheat on their husbands in cheap motels, without the fear of being raped by some mother fuckin’ pervert?”
“Yes, Governor, I have come up with a plan that I guarantee is going to work, and I have already started putting it into action. And, my friend, I know that it is a plan that you are going to approve of, and enjoy the hell out of,” Mike promised.
“Great, tell me what you’re going to do, old buddy, and make me feel better about all this crap,” the Governor urged, his curiosity peaked?
“I am going to use one of our super heroines as sex bait to catch the pissant rapists, in the act of committing the crime,” Mayor Mike declared, proudly.
After spending a few moments savoring what the Mayor was proposing, the Governor’s face broke out into a broad grin and he said happily, “God damn I love the sound of the words superheroine sex bait and perverted rapists being used in the same sentence.”
“I thought you would,” Mike laughed, “that’s why I decided on using a superheroine as the cornerstone of my plan.”
Continuing to mull over the Mayor’s superheroine idea in his mind, the Governor asked, “By the way Mike, just to be perfectly clear, I am assuming that, by offering up the superheroine as sex bait, you mean that she is going to get beaten, fucked and be forced to perform all sorts of filthy sex acts, while she’s helping us catch these sick perverts?”
“That is exactly what I mean,” the Mayor crowed. “I knew that dangling one of our super babes out there as rape bait was exactly what you would want me to do, you raunchy, womanizing old SOB. I figured that, for the amount of flack we are catching, we deserve to have ourselves a little X-rated fun while we’re solving this problem for the citizens of our beloved state.”
“Damn, Mike, I love it. It’s hotter and dirtier than hell. Now tell me which superheroine you are planning to use for this disgusting, depraved job,” the Governor asked eagerly.” “None other than The Blonde Avenger,” Mike proclaimed.
“Oh man, what a perfect god damned choice. That smoking hot bitch has the best body I have ever seen. The rapists are going to love working that gorgeous, statuesque, super-hot bitch over, and degrading the hell out of her.”
The excited Governor hurried on, “Damn, I have been wanting to sink my gourd into that magnificent slut ever since I saw her super stacked curves, for the first time, at some fuckin’ awards banquet that one of those hair-brained, pansy sniffing, Hollywood “save the world” groups put on.”
”I remember, just like it was yesterday, that she was wearing a tiny little gold costume that showed off so much of her flesh that she looked like she was a walking advertisement for tits, ass and thighs.”
“Every cock in the whole god damned place had a boner, even the homos. She had such a sensuous look on her erotic face that it looked like she was begging to have a cock stuck in her mouth,” the Governor drooled, rubbing his crotch at the vivid memory.
His mind now racing, the Governor suddenly asked, “Damn, Mike, if I remember my facts right, isn’t she the one who’s married to that frigging asshole, Saul Feinberg.”
“You got it right, Bill, she’s Saul’s incredible beyond belief, trophy wife,” Mike confirmed.
“And wasn’t she your girlfriend, a long time ago?” “Yes she was.” “And didn’t you tell me that she fucks even better than she looks?”
“Best fuck I ever had, bar none, and her blow jobs are absolutely indescribable. The gorgeous honey even makes shaking hands sluttier than hell.”
The Governor’s demeanor suddenly brightened, and he said, “God damn, what a lucky fuckin’ break this rape problem might turn out to be for me.”
“Her being the wife of that rich Republican smartass could mean that I can take advantage of this rape epidemic situation and get me some payback for that shithead Feinberg always giving me a hard time, publicly,” he howled into the phone with glee.
His deeply felt anger returning, the Governor went on, with a nasty streak of venom, “As you well know, for years that lousy bastard, Feinberg, has given me nothing but grief with his non-stop public criticism of me and everything I do. Plus the pompous ass has financially supported my opponent in every election I’ve been in, and has never given my campaign a god damned nickel.”
Again choking on his anger, an anger that was apparently caused mostly by the fact that Feinberg had never put any money in the Governor’s coffers, the riled up Governor asked, “Does that rich prick know that his wife is a superheroine?” “Absolutely,” the Mayor affirmed.
“So the arrogant Republican, piece of shit is going to know that we have his wife staked out as sex bait for the rapists, and that she is going to get fucked over, but good, while she’s trying to help us catch these vicious perverts,” the Governor asked hopefully?
“Yeah, he will know. She has told me that she tells him every detail of what she does as a superheroine, blow by blow and in graphic detail,” the Mayor assured him. “She says that he loves to hear about all of it, and doesn’t consider what happens to her sexually, as a super heroine, as constituting her cheating on him.”
“Well, shit, that’s a hell of a note,” the Governor responded with disappointment. He thought for a minute, then said, “Well, even if Saul doesn’t consider her super heroine activities as being her cheating on him, at least he is going to know that I am the calling the shots on how his superheroine wife is being used and abused, and that I am the one responsible for making her go through all of the demeaning things she is going to be forced to do by these professional rapist creeps.”
“And knowing that will certainly fry his ass,” he concluded happily, smashing his fist down of the top of his desk, with a vengeance.
Lost in vindictive thought for a few moments, the Governor finally said to the Mayor, “Mike, if the Republican prick thinks that his wife’s superheroine activities don’t constitute cheating on him, then in order for me to be able to cuckold him, she’d have to agree to let me fuck her in her civilian role.”
“Sounds like that is the only alternative you’ve got, Bill,” the Mayor answered, nodding his head. “Well I’ve got no problem with that. She’ll just have to get fucked both ways, and I will enjoy making sure that the gorgeous cunt gets it both ways.”
With malice of forethought, he went on, “Well, there is no reason to waste any time. Since we are going to be working very closely with Mona, to solve this rape problem, there is no better time than today for me to nail her fantastic body and cuckold that Republican shithead, but good.”
Now having his thoughts crystal clear in his mind, the Governor went on excitedly, “So Mike, let’s do this, ole buddy. I am at my ranch about 20 miles north of you, and I’ll be free for the rest of the day, beginning at 2PM. You drive up here and meet me, then, and tell that gorgeous, blonde, superheroine Cunt to have her package of sex goodies here at the same time.”
“Then the three of us can have a nice little sit down meeting and discuss the full scope of your sex bait plan to catch the rapists. You can go over, with the two of us, all the dirty details of what her responsibilities will be, in performing her “I get fucked” rape bait role,” he said, with a ghoulish sound of pleasure in his voice.
“Now while you are telling us everything about the plan, I want to be feeling Saul’s trophy wife up and then proceed on to violating every hole she’s got, as I cuckold the hell out of her Jew bastard husband,” he said menacingly.
Speaking almost like a Mafia Boss, the Governor said, “By cuckolding the Republican hot shot bastard, I will prove again that nobody gets away with opposing and attacking me, Mike, and those who do try, end up paying one hell of a price for doing so, or at least their wives do.”
The impassioned Democratic Party Godfather then quickly softened his tone and said to his closest friend; “Now, Mike, I am going to need your help to pull this cuckolding off.”
“I know that you still have a thing going for your former girlfriend, The Blonde Avenger, but for me to get to do what I have in mind for today, I am going to have to count on you to sweet talk her into giving it up to me, and letting me cuckold her asshole husband. Now can I count on you to do that for your old political buddy?”
Mike let out a loud guffaw, and said, “So you are telling me that you want me to pimp her out to you?” “Yes,” the Governor admitted, just a little chagrined.
“Well, of course I will, Bill. You know I am on your team, first and foremost, and that no hot fuckin’ piece of tail will ever get in the way of that. I’ll pimp the gorgeous Cunt out to you, no matter what my feelings might be for her, and you can ball the hell out of her, any way you want, and I’ll watch you do it,” he promised his leader.
“Fantastic, now do you think that you can talk her into doing this on such short notice,” the Governor asked hopefully.
“Well, it may take some real arm twisting, on my part, but what will help me be persuasive with her is the fact that, being the pure female prick teaser that Mona is, when she finds out that a Governor wants her to give it up to him, I know that her ego won’t let her pass up the opportunity of adding you to her list of sexual conquests. Even if it means cuckolding her husband with someone he truly hates,” Mike said confidently.
“Even a woman as beautiful, confident and experienced as Mona, can’t ever pass up the chance to let a powerful man, who wants her body, real bad, take her and use her any way he wants too.”
“When it gets right down to it, like every other truly gorgeous, stacked woman, Mona, no matter her accomplishments, is a still a Cunt who can’t overcome the fact that she was put here on earth to be fucked, especially by powerful men.”
“So knowing all about her natural female vanity and ego weakness’s, ones that are shared by all females, I am positive that, with a little shove from me, she’ll give in to the temptation of you wanting to do her, and will end up agreeing to give you all the gratification you want, by willingly cheating on her husband, with you, and letting you cuckold the hell out of him, in spite of the fact that she knows that Saul hates your guts,” Mike explained to his mentor. “Believe me; the Cunt won’t be able to help herself.”
“So don’t worry about a thing, Governor, I am almost positive that Mona and I will be at your ranch at 2PM today and that it won’t be long after that, before you’ll have your shaft buried in some part of her body, cuckolding her husband like the god damned vindictive vulture that you are.”
The emboldened Governor, leapt out of his chair and yelled into the phone, “God damn I love the way all these gorgeous, round-heeled sluts think. The stupid bitches just have to give it up to a celebrity, no matter what. Jesus, is it ever great to be the Governor of California,” he laughed uproariously, with his hand wrapped around 12 inches of thick, rock solid meat.
2. Negotiating For A Cuckolding / The Cuckolding Wins:
The Blonde Avenger had showered, dried off, and then stepped into a pair of silky white bikini panties, put on white short-shorts, and then added a skimpy halter top and a pair of four inch, high heeled wedges to complete her home hottie outfit, when her secret cell phone rang.
She hit the on button and said, “Hello,” then heard a very familiar male voice say, “Hi, baby, how is the world’s most beautiful and best stacked woman.”
“Well I am just fine when I hear compliments like that, Mr. Mayor,” Mona purred sexily to her close friend and former lover.
“They are well deserved you sexy god damned fox,” he assured her, then added “and are you taking good care of my favorite pussy?”
“Of course I am, Mike, you know that I always do that,” she teased, “But I’m glad that you’re still interested in it.”
“So tell me, Mr. Mayor, are you calling just too sweet talk me, or do you have something else on your mind,” she asked teasingly?
“Unfortunately I have much more serious problems on my mind today,” he answered grimly. Then he asked, “Have you been seeing all the uproar in the news about the cheap motel rapes that have been going on all over San Diego?”
“Of course I have, it is on the news practically 24 hours a day. Is it as bad as the media makes it out to be,” she asked?
“Yes it is, and that is what I am calling you about. The press is after my ass about this rape epidemic and the Governor is catching all kinds of flack about it, as well. He is absolutely livid, and is demanding that I do something about it, and quick, so that he can get his ass out of a sling, with the election being so near,” Mike stated flatly.
He went on, “So I need your help with this thing, real bad, baby. I have put together a sex crime task force to deal with catching these rapists and I need you to take the lead role in making my plan work,” he informed her. “And, to be blunt about it, I am counting on you to fuck our way out of this problem.”
“Oh Mike, you make my rapist catching roll sound so tantalizingly wicked,” she laughed sexily. “You know that I will do anything you want me to do to get you and the Governor out in this crisis, no matter what it might take. So please tell me exactly what you have in mind for me to do in the lead role.”
“Well, first let me say that you are absolutely perfect for the job, and I knew that I could count on you to do this for me, baby. Now, specifically, my plan is to use you as sex bait to lure these damned rotten bastards into a trap, then let them clearly demonstrate, by the filthy, perverted things they do to you, that that they are really rapists.”
“All of the nasty things that they make you do will be captured on film, and that film will be used in court as evidence to put them away for good.”
“Now all of our reactive steps are already moving very fast and I have put a lot of actions into motion at the task force’s offices and, if things go as I think they will, your first rape bait assignment will probably come tomorrow night,” he advised her.
“Wow, it sounds like I will have my hands full in the rape bait sex role,” she said excitedly.”
Mike wryly corrected what she had just said, “No baby, it is going to be more like the rapists will have their hands full of you and you will end up being full of the rapists.”
“Now, my dear, this rape crisis matter is so important that the Governor is going to be directly involved in the conduct of the project and, in that capacity, he wants us to meet with him out at his ranch at 2PM today. He wants me to give him a heads up on the nitty gritty details of the plan, especially the part about what you are going to be doing.”
“So first I need to know if you can rearrange your schedule so that you will be able to meet me at the Governor’s ranch this afternoon.” “Of course I can Mike,” she responded, without hesitation.
“Wonderful. Now, to tell you the truth, sweetheart, the primary reason the Governor wants to have this meeting with us today, is so that he can meet you in person.”
“He has seen you on TV and in newspaper photos and from a distance, and he has been very, very impressed with your accomplishments and even more impressed with your body. Based on that, he wants to get to know you better, today, on both a professional and a personal level. And, honey, I do mean a whole, whole lot better,” Mike warned her.
“Wow, I am very flattered that a powerful man like the Governor wants to meet me up close and personal and really get to know all about me. It is going to be a real honor for me to meet him in the flesh,” she cooed excitedly.
“Let me ask you a question, beautiful,” Mike said. “Okay, fire away,” she responded. “Have you ever done a Governor before?” “No I haven’t, as a matter of fact,” she admitted.
“Well, would you like to do one today and add another powerful man to the many celebrity notches you already have in your belt? Because, if you are interested, you are going to get the opportunity to bag the Governor this afternoon at his ranch,” he advised her. “He really has the hots for your body, baby.”
Mike could tell from the pregnant pause on the phone line that Mona was intrigued by the idea of getting banged by the Governor, and was mulling it over in her mind, very carefully.
Seizing on this moment of opportunity, he said, “Now don’t make a hasty decision, baby, and while you are thinking this proposition over, why don’t you rub your clit and finger your pussy a little for me.”
“Okay,” she responded, almost absent mindedly, and quickly ran her free hand down inside of her short-shorts and panties, then slipped two fingers into her already dampening twat, and began strumming her clit with her thumb, as she thought over what Mike had just told her.
He could hear her begin to breathe more rapidly, so he quickly interjected, “Also keep in mind, Mona, that the Governor will probably be the President of the United States very soon, something that will put him first in line of the checkered list of celebrities that you have let screw you.”
She finally responded, “Well, that is a very tempting offer, Mr. Mayor and, under any other circumstances, I would jump at the chance to give myself to the Governor, and possible future President, and let him pleasure himself with me.”
“But, as you know, my husband hates the Governor with a passion and I know that the Governor hates him equally as much, or maybe even more so. Therefore, I would be really be letting Saul down, badly, if I did it with the Governor, so I am going to have to pass.”
Mike responded, “I’ll vouch that they do hate each other’s guts, baby, but would you consider doing him as a personal favor to me? It would help me out with the Governor and it would greatly help my political career when he becomes President.”
“Damn, Mike, you are asking a hell of a lot of me,” she responded. “I know, baby, but keep in mind that your husband never needs to know that you let the Governor put the meat to you and made a cuckold out of him,” Mike responded.
“I also want you to know that the Governor’s reputation is very accurate. The big bastard not only looks like an even uglier version of our former president, LBJ, he is also hung like LBJ, too.”
“You’d be getting to service 12 inches of super thick cock meat and, as crude as he looks and acts, the Governor really knows how to give a woman a first class, raunchy fucking that she won’t ever forget,” he promised her.
After a slight pause he added, “Not only that, in the job I have planned for you with the sex crime task force, you’re going to be sex bait for the rapists and, in that role, you’ll be playing like you’re a cheating wife. So fucking the Governor today would give you some current, first-hand experience at being an unfaithful, round-heeled, Cunt wife, who is giving it up on the side.”
“So what do you say, baby, will you relent for me, and take this opportunity to add the Governor to your “I have fucked him” list?”
As she continued to stir her now oozing honey pot, having added a third finger to the action, Mona reminded herself, again, that letting the Governor fuck her, and make a cuckold out of Saul, would be an awful thing to do to her husband.
Wanting to do the right thing for her husband was the basis for the moral high ground position she had taken when she had rejected the Mayor’s offer that she let the Governor screw her.
Mike’s having cunningly added the additional bits of tantalizing information had made her pause and reflect on the wisdom of her moral high ground stance.
Now she was finding out that the things Mike had tempted her with were beginning to slowly tilt the equation in the Governor’s favor.
After all she had always had a natural weakness for huge cocks. And how many girls got the opportunity to fuck a man who might become the President of the United States. Plus, Mike was right, it would be good to get a little practice in at being a cheating wife.
The more she rationalized the more she felt her resolve weakening, and she was now beginning to lean more and more in favor of letting herself get screwed and giving the Governor the satisfaction that he so badly wanted to get from cuckolding his sworn enemy — her husband.
Her fingers now dripping with her hot cuntal juices, she determined that the Mayor had been right; Saul would never know that she had cheated on him with someone he hated. Wavering mightily, she worked her clit hard and slipped a very wet middle finger into her anus.
The talented fingers, and the overwhelming temptations, finally drove her over the edge and she finally gave in to her ego driven need to have such a powerful man rutting between her legs, especially one who was a possible future President, with a 12 inch cock, who was dying to have her give it up to him.
Faithfulness having lost out, she breathed into the phone, to the anxiously waiting Mayor, “I’ll do it!”
The tension released from the Mayor’s body and he said, “Fantastic, baby. I knew that you would make the right decision. You have just made the Governor and me very happy men. Getting to put the meat to you and making a cuckold out of your husband is going to make the Governor’s day,” Mike enthused. “Thanks baby, this means a lot to me. I’ll see you at the ranch at 2PM.”
“I’ll be there, hot to trot,” she promised, then blew him a kiss and hung up the phone. Very pleased with her decision, she slid a second finger into her anus, thumbed her clit a few more times, and then climaxed with a deep, shuddering moan of pure animal passion.
Panting in climaxial heat, Mona pulled her hand out of her short-shorts, stuck her slick, tasty fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean, while she scolded herself for being such a very bad girl – again.
Mike immediately called the Governor and announced, “Great news, Chief, the temptation to bag you won out over being a faithful wife and Mona is going to let you boink her brains out and cuckold the hell out of her husband, just like I predicted.”
“Fuckin’ fantastic, ole buddy. You were right, all these fuckin’ broads are stupid Cunt’s when it comes to celebrities. Thanks for the great work of pimping her out her to me, I owe you, big time.”
“Boy it is going to be so good and dirty and gratifying for me to fork that fine bitch’s body and cuckold that pompous assed, Republican husband of hers while I’m doing it,” he laughed uproariously. “Talk about doubling your pleasure, it don’t get any better than this!
3. Mona’s Daughter / Prick Teasing To Incite A Gang Bang:
Simultaneously with her mother agreeing to let the Governor screw her brains out and cuckold her husband, her luscious daughter, Margie (the superheroine, Red Ryder), was lying on her back, on her bed, naked, her knees drawn up to her shoulders, with her thighs spread wide.
In her hand she had a long, narrow, lubricant dispensing, vibrating dildo. She inserted the tip of the pleasing instrument into her tight pussy, shoved it in deep, then pressed its plunger down, and squirted a little KY jelly out of the slit in the dildo’s head and into her warm cuntal channel, and then began stirring it around, slowly and sensuously.
This was being done to prepare her vaginal channel for the gang banging it was schedule to receive from three lusty Italians, just a few short hours from now.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, as she prepared her twat to be fucked today and, as she stirred herself, she began thinking about last week’s events that had led up to her having agreed to be the hostess, and starring female receptacle and performer, at today’s, no holds barred, orgy session.
Her industrial equipment salesman husband, George, had a big customer, whose plant was located right outside of San Diego. He was scheduled to meet with the customer’s representatives at noon today, to work on finalizing his proposal to sell them millions of dollars’ worth of manufacturing equipment. At his boss’s insistence, he was taking Margie along with him, today, to meet the customer company’s owners.
What George didn’t know was that his boss, Sergio Pensotti, knowing full well that George would never be able to close the deal by himself, had drafted Margie to use her amazingly statuesque body and abundant sexual charms, to encourage and convince the owners of the customer company to sign a contract with George’s company, and thereby enable him to earn a sales commission of over $50,000.
This was something George’s boss had called on her to do a few times before, when one of George’s important customers had needed of some sexual bribery to persuade him to close a deal with George, in spite of his incompetence as a salesman. Today was another one of those cases.
So last week, knowing the unfailing visual and sexual impact that Margie’s astoundingly curved body had on men’s cocks and brains, George’s boss had set up a luncheon meeting with the customer’s three Italian owners, in a private room in a local club. As a stimulating surprise for them, he had taken Margie along with him, dressed in the tightest, most revealing, flame red dress she had.
When the Italian brothers had seen her come into the restaurant with Sergio, they had been awestruck. She looked like a dark red haired Kim Kardashian, with a much, much better body and ass, but with that same beautiful and erotic “fuck me” face.
They were even more surprised when Sergio had told them that she was George’s wife. They couldn’t believe that such a slow-witted dork like George could possibly have landed such a stunning, superbly stacked, trophy wife like she was.
As they had ogled her absolutely stupefying body, George’s boss had gotten right to the point and had made them an offer he knew that they couldn’t refuse – if they signed the contract with his company for the new equipment, the dazzling, amazingly lush bodied, salesman’s wife would show them her appreciation by letting them fuck her any and every way they wanted.
While George’s boss had been explaining his offer to the Italians, Margie had been trying to keep from barfing.
The three brothers were all very short, under 5’6”, were heavy-set and they all had the typical, loud-mouthed, obnoxious, short man’s complex. In her five inch stiletto heels she had towered over them, a circumstance that had made their crude attitudes and antics become even worse.
The Italian sleaze balls had not only turned out to be rude and crude, they were also as ugly as sin. Looking at the trio of repulsive jerks, it had been painfully obvious to her that she was going to have to earn George his commission, the hard way.
That challenging fact had been made perfectly clear to her, during the luncheon, when she had heard George’s boss announce to the three sweating, oily, garlic smelling brothers, “I know how rotten you assholes like to treat women, so I want you to know that Margie, here, in order to get you to sign the contract, is ready and willing to take any kind of nasty abuse you boys want to hand out to her.”
“So, if you rotten assholes sign the contract, she’ll be here next week, eager to fulfill your every nasty and disgusting demand. You won’t have to hold anything back with her, you can just go ahead and make this fantastic body of her’s really earn her husband’s commission for him,” he encouraged them.
“And, believe me, the commission George will get is large enough to make her more than willing to put up with your raunchy behavior and perform any dirty sex act that you want her to,” Sergio added, with a flare.
The only rule that you have to agree to follow is that you will only slap her with an open hand. But you can slap the hell out of her, while you’re at it,” Georges’ boss threw in, with a knowing wink.
As the three dumb-founded brothers were digesting what they had just been promised, in order to give them an additional, very graphic, hands-on inducement to accept his proposition, George’s boss had let the trio of Italian pigs pass her around and feel her up and do everything to her body that they possibly could, but stick a cock in it.
She had spent the next three hours being kissed, fondled, bitten and fingered by the three dark-skinned, greasy, total jerks, who had been unbelievably callous and verbally abusive, as they handed her around like a piece of raw meat, and totally violated all of her orifices with their fingers.
Whenever she wasn’t planted in one of their laps, getting manhandled, she had been sitting on their hands, with the guy’s fingers stuffed up into her two lower channels, being made to squirm around on the stiff digits that were probing her moist orifices, and fuck herself with them.
This irresistible, private room luncheon, prick tease job had worked like a charm, as it always did and, at the end of the grossly erotic foreplay session, the three brothers had readily agreed to sign the contract in exchange for an afternoon of gang banging, during which they intended to totally debauche their equipment supplier’s salesman’s superbly curved wife, and treat her like the company whore that she was.
After the physically and mentally demanding luncheon, she and Sergio had left the club, gotten in his rental car, then had driven back to his hotel in San Diego.
Watching her get pawed and explored by the Italian oafs, for three hours, had given George’s boss a boner that wouldn’t go down. When they were on the highway, he had grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her face down into his crotch and demanded, “Alright you god damned prick teasing, over-stacked whore, suck me off and give me some relief before my nuts explode.”
She had fumbled around and gotten his large pecker out, then had gone down on it hungrily. Having had her two lower clits stimulated, and her pussy and anal passage wildly penetrated for three hours, had gotten her so hot that she needed relief as badly as Sergio did.
Lying face down across the front seat of the car, she had one hand wrapped around the base of Georges bosses cock, holding it steady, while her month bobbed up and down on the rigid weapon, giving it a complete, drooling deep throating.
Her other hand was thrust between her legs and her fingers were massaging her camel toe clit, frantically seeking a much needed climax.
Her cocksucking had been so hot that Sergio had to pull the car over onto the shoulder of the highway and park it, in order to keep from having a wreck.
As he watched her suck on his meat, he saw lights begin to flash and, in the rearview mirror, he saw a police cruiser pull up behind his car.
Sergio knew that they weren’t breaking any laws of any kind, so he put his hand on the back of her head and kept her sucking.
Soon he saw a big cop get out of the cruiser and walk up beside the driver’s side door.
Sergio rolled down the car window and she heard the cop ask, “Everything okay, buddy?”
“Absolutely”, Sergio responded. “Good, I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t having any problem with your car,” the cop responded pleasantly.
“No everything is just fine, I just pulled over to make sure I wasn’t a danger to the other vehicles on the road,” Sergio assured him.
The cop looked down at the top on the bobbing head and said, “Well I can see why your decision to pull over was a wise one. Damn your honey is really going after it, ain’t she? Looks like a beaver going after a tree trunk.” “She certainly is,” Sergio replied.
“Who, may I ask, do you have sucking your cock,” the cop asked with curiosity. “One of my employees,” Sergio told him.
“Good for you, tiger, the stuff inside the company usually suck the best and they give you the least amount of problems,” the cop observed.
“Boy, from the sounds she’s making with her mouth, this sure ain’t the first time she’s sucked a cock,” the cop said, impressed.
He leaned down and looked her prone body over, then said, “Wow, congratulations partner, she has got some kind of body on her. And, god damned, what an ass she’s got. I bet she fucks as good as she sucks.” “She sure does,” Sergio assured him.
Sergio, at a point of no return said, “Excuse me officer, but I’ve got to shoot my wad.”
“Go right ahead, buddy, but how about telling your cocksucker to keep your load in her mouth and, after you’ve emptied your balls into it, pull her head up and let me see how much of your spunk she has captured.”
“You heard the man baby,” Sergio said, as his cock exploded in her mouth.
When his climax was over, Sergio grabbed her hair in the hand he had on the back of her head, and lifted it up for the cop to be able to see her face and mouth.
The cop looked down into her open mouth and could see Sergio’s cum load swishing around in her mouth and covering her tongue.
The cop asked Sergio, “How about getting her to tilt her head back and gargle that jism real good?”
“Great idea,” Sergio responded. “Do it,” he ordered. She did and they both watched her gargle and make cum bubbles, as she churned up the thick, milky cream.
The cop said, “Okay, babe, now swallow it down.” She chug-a-lugged the aerated spunk down her throat and, that large gulping swallow, combined with the fingering she had been giving her clit, caused her body to shudder, as a full climax passed through it.
The cop said, “Damn she is really a hot one. Baby, how about sitting up and letting me get a good look at you.”
She did. “God damn would you look at those tits,” the cop exclaimed. “That is some kind of fuckin’ spectacular rack she’s got. Good for you, buddy,” the cop said, in admiration, “you have caught yourself a real winner, here.”
The cop had then pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it across to her, saying, “Honey Chile, if you ever get into any trouble in this neck of the woods, give me a call and I’ll take care of it for you, in exchange for you treating me to some sex with that hot body of yours.”
He had then shaken Sergio’s hand and said, “Thank you sir, it has been a genuine pleasure to meet both of you, but especially the chick. Drive carefully now, you hear.”
At that point she snapped out of her trancelike thoughts about last week’s events, opened her eyes and closed her mouth, removed the dildo from her well stirred pussy, then returned to her preparations for today’s multi-partnered sex event
4. Tell The Hubby About Everything But His Cuckolding / Then Prepare To Do It:
Her hot climax completed, Mona had hung up the phone, brushed her hair, and then ran down the stairs to her husband’s study in her skimpy short-shorts outfit.
It was Thursday morning, the day each week that she and Saul treated themselves to staying home together in the morning, then having lunch at his private club.
Having committed herself to meet with the Mayor and the Governor at 2PM, she needed to push things along today, to make sure she got to the ranch on time for her fucking.
She entered Saul’s study, went behind his desk, knelt between his knees, pulled out his large cock and guiltily began licking its head as she said, “Darling, that was the Mayor who called. He says he needs me to work on a sex crime task force that he has just set up to catch those rapists who have been in the news the last couple of days.” She ran her tongue up the underside of his already stiff, throbbing tool, to try and keep him distracted.
“I’m not surprised that he picked you. Based on what has been on the news, the Mayor has a real public relations problem on his hands,” Saul opined. “Do you know what he wants you to do on this task force?”
Now anxiously running her tongue over his balls, she fibbed,” I don’t know anything about it yet, darling, but I will give you the full details as soon as I find them out.”
She lifted her face out of his crotch and said, “By the way, this rape problem is so big and important that the Governor himself is going to take a hands on leadership role in this project. He has asked the Mayor and me to meet with him at 2PM today, at his ranch out on Highway 16.”
“He wants the Mayor to go over his rape task force’s plan of action, as well as discuss the details of what my duties will be.” she said, hurriedly, then stuffed his ramrod stiff pecker back in her mouth, guiltily hoping to keep the discussion to a minimum.
But, just hearing the mention of the Governor caused Saul’s body to stiffen, and she heard him say, sternly, “Damn, so the Governor wants to meet with you two at his ranch. That really is something. This project must have an extremely high priority to cause that rotten asshole to get off his lying, lazy ass and actually do something besides hit on broads.”
Then he tilted her head up so he could look her in the eye while she sucked, and said, “You know that I can’t stand that lying, hillbilly crook and that, in return, he hates my guts for always opposing him in everything he does.”
She nodded her head “yes” and worriedly kept on eating cock, emptying her mouth only to free her tongue so that she could verbally respond to him.
Saul paused, then asked, “Have you ever met the Governor before, personally or as a superheroine?” “No,” she answered, happy that she could answer at least one question truthfully.
Luckily for her, Saul didn’t know that the Governor was on the superheroine approval board and, therefore, didn’t know that the Governor knew that she was his wife.
“Well let me take a minute and warn you about our miserable, asshole of a Chief Executive. I have never heard that political hack utter a single word of truth. The slimy son of a bitch would lie to his mother, and he is as crooked a politician as there is in the world. Plus the sleazy bastard is a world renowned womanizer,” he said in disgust.
“So you watch out for him today, because he will try and corner you, make a pass at you and grope you, in hopes of getting lucky. So, for my sake, keep the son of a bitch at arm’s length,” he ordered her.
Considering that she had just committed to letting the Governor cuckold her husband, she felt compelled to pull his cock out of her mouth and blatantly lie, “don’t worry darling, I won’t let him get anywhere with me.”
Saul leaned down and kissed her, then said, “Thank you darling, I just wanted you to know more about the skunk, so you will be prepared to fend him off.”
To quickly change the subject, she said brightly, “Now honey, let’s get down to much more important personal business. What do you want me to wear to the club for you today?”
“As always, I’ll leave it completely up to you to choose your outfit, so surprise me,” he smiled. “Something real hot,” she teased? “Of course,” he responded with a broad grin, “Something real, real hot and tight. We don’t want to disappoint the horny, gawking club members.”
“I will darling, just for you,” she lied again. “By the way, we will need to drive to the club in separate cars, today, because, after we have finished lunch, I will have to drive directly to the Governor’s ranch.”
Continuing, she said, ‘I will carry my superheroine costume in my car and change into it somewhere along the way. Since I don’t know how long the meeting will take, I’ll stop off at Margie’s on the way back and spend the night, and let you sleep in peace.”
She deep throated him a couple of more times, then jumped up, ran upstairs and started going through her closet looking for something the Governor would really enjoy fucking her in.
5. Working For The Muslims / A Religious Experience:
At the same time that her mother was running up the stairs to choose an outfit to be fucked in, Margie, her pussy lightly lubricated, and perfectly prepared to receive and entertain some very large and demanding cocks, shifted her attention to her soon to be plundered anal passage.
Like she had done with her tight twat, she inserted the long, narrow dildo up her ass and shot some KY jelly into it, then gave the, also very tight rear channel, a good, stimulating stirring. As she did it, her thoughts again returned to the rest of last week’s activities, those that had occurred after she had prick teased the three Italians into signing the sales contract with her husband’s company.
After the conclusion of the Italian’s three hour, all fingers, fuck fest, she and George’s boss had left the club and driven to his hotel in San Diego, parked, then had gone up to his room.
While she was freshening herself up, Sergio had placed a telephone call to another room in the hotel. As she was putting her panties and bra back in place, and straightening out her dress, she had heard him say, “We’re here, your excellency. Of course, we’ll be right up.
Sergio had hung up and immediately sat her down and told her, “There are a few things you must know, right this minute. First, our company is owned by an Iranian conglomerate. The President of that conglomerate, Abdul Achmed, is in his suite, upstairs, waiting to see us.”
“Now, Abdul is not only the President of the Iranian owned conglomerate, he is also a leading cleric in the Muslim world, and his fanatical religious followers are militantly dedicated to defeating America, who they consider to be a nation of infidels, and whose women are all considered to be whores.”
“This conglomerate is used by the Iranian Council to provide money to Abdul’s followers to finance their anti-American activities.”
“Abdul himself, in his secular role, is an astute, profit mongering, businessman who is using our company as a tool to run all of our American competitors out of business, in order to help cripple the US.”
“Your great success in winning sales contracts, like the one with the Italians, is helping our company increase its profits and reach its goal of destroying our American business competitors.”
“Because you have done so well, Abdul wants to see for himself the incomparable body and beauty that you use to persuade men to do what you want them to do.”
“Now understand that Abdul is not only a fanatical America-hating, Muslim religious leader, he is also a man. And as a man he has sexual needs. And tonight he wants to see your magnificent body and then sample your world class sexual skills, and use them to gratify himself.”
“For both of our benefits you must come upstairs with me and service Abdul’s needs. And, while you are doing him, you should keep in mind that you will be gratifying the man who has the power to terminate your husband, at any time, and thereby deny you the ability to keep on earning large commissions in the future.”
“There is one further thing you must know. In the Muslim world women have no standing, they are non-entities. Therefore they are treated with complete contempt by all Arab men.”
“So when we are with his Highness, you must ignore his demeaning attitude towards you and the insulting way that he will treat you, and just make the best of the situation and let him do whatever her wants to you. Do you fully understand me?”
Although she absolutely detested the idea of letting an America-hating fanatic, like this Arab cleric apparently was, put his cock in her and use her body to pleasure himself, she fully understood the ramifications of refusing to give it up to him and perform the despicable sex acts he would undoubtedly demand of her.
She and George needed that $50,000 commission very badly, and her refusing to have sex with the Arab cleric would not help she and George, or America.
Thinking practically, she elected to put her principles aside in favor of making sure George got the commission. She would fight America’s battle another day, on her own terms.
She looked up at Sergio’s and said, “Yes I understand completely, so let’s go upstairs and I’ll make sure that he is totally taken care of, in every way.”
Her yes answer in hand, the relieved and pleased Sergio had pulled her to her feet, slapped her on the ass, then had grabbed her by the arm and hustled his superbly bodied whore up to the the Arab cleric’s suite, to be sexually exploited.
As they made their way upstairs, she also knew that another factor had contributed to her making the degrading decision to let herself be hosed by an anti-American Arab cleric much easier.
She was still very hot from the three hours of finger fucking she had endured earlier, and that fact, combined with her having swallow the cum load Sergio had shot down her throat in the car, now had her sexually intoxicated.
In this over-heated condition she would have had a hard time resisting any man who wanted to stick his dick in her. She knew that, as soon as the priest had put his hands on her, she would have had to let the Arab cleric fuck her, anyway, in spite of herself.
Once in the suite, they were taken back to a living room area in which a tall, slender Arab was standing. He was wearing a golden robe that tied in the front, gold slippers and some kind of gold turban headpiece. He looked more like a clown than a powerful Iranian religious leader.
He had a full beard and the look of overbearing arrogance that one has who has always gotten his way about everything. His glowering eyes had a look of absolute contempt in them.
When Sergio had told him who she was, the Muslim leader didn’t even acknowledge her existence. He just looked her up and down and said, “So this is your company’s renowned Cunt. I commend you of finding such a magnificent creature to be your saleswoman/whore. With this spectacular body she looks like she could fuck an army.”
“I can see why she is so irresistible to men and why she has been so successful in persuading them to do business with our company. She is positively superb. I have never before seen such a body as this one.”
Walking around her, he asked, “So tell me, Sergio, how did your star whore perform her task, today?
“Your majesty, she had the three ugly Italian buffoons thinking about nothing but getting to fuck her. She prick teased them until they were ready to give their souls to get a piece of her hot ass.”
“It was no contest, they almost drowned in their own drool as they explored her body, and the deal is signed, sealed and delivered. The only thing left to be done is for her to go back next week and let them fuck her senseless.”
“And, I do mean senseless, your highness. These are three real badasses, who have Mafia connections, and they are going to make her earn every cent of her husband’s sales commission. They intend to wipe the floor with her like she was nothing but a common whore,” Sergio said, shaking his head, with a smile, at the thought of the carnage that they had in mind for her.
The religious leader responded, “What do we care what they do to her. All we want is their signature on the god damned contract. Her husband is making enough money on this deal that she should be willing to put up with anything they want to do to her. Let the SOB’s have their dirty sex fun, at her expense, they deserve it for signing a deal this large.”
Abdul, standing right in front of her, reached in and got her tits out of the top of her dress, squeezed them and pinched her hard nipples, as he asked Sergio, “So her pussy and ass haven’t had a cock in them today, is that correct?”
“No, they haven’t. The Italian’s have primed the hell out of them for you, with their fingers, but you are the one who gets to cock fuck them first.”
With an unreligious gleam in his eye, the very horny Arab cleric said, “Well then, let’s not waste any more time. I want to put my cock in this beautiful American slut and let her demonstrate for me her whoring skills.”
The bearded holy man untied the sash to his robe, shrugged his shoulders and let the robe fall to the floor, leaving him only wearing his turban and shoes.
She had looked down at his member and almost gasped. The Middle-Eastern religious leader had an almost black dong that had to be a good 10 inches long, and was as thick as her wrist. It looked like an elongated beer can with a cockhead on it.
Shaking her head in amazement, she thought to herself, “The Arabs must have a cock size contest to determine who gets to be a cleric, and this guy won.”
She licked her lips and thought, “Damned, I knew that I was going to get fucked tonight, to make the Arab happy. But now I see that I am really going to get fucked tonight.
The cleric said to her, “Get on your knees.” She did. He then stepped in front of her face, grabbed his monster meat pole in one hand and slapped it hard against the side of her face. The rigid tool was very hard and the blow stung her cheek. He repeated the head slaps several more times until her face was red from the cock whipping.
He had then told Sergio, “Get her up on her feet and pull her skirt up to her waist, remove her panties, then put her on the bed, on her knees, with her face down on the mattress.”
She had swallowed hard and said to herself, “Damn, wouldn’t you know it; the very first thing the Arab bastard is going to do is sodomize me with that damn orifice wrecker of his.”
“This is not starting out to be my lucky day! But at least, once he has opened me up with that damn thing, it will turn out to be my lucky day. She had inherited, from her mother, a serious lustful weakness for very large cocks.
Sergio prepared her as the Muslim cleric had instructed, then had watched Abdul step up behind her and put the head of his cock against her anus.
Grabbing her by the hips, he had quickly humped his ass forward and drove a third of his massive organ into her well fingered and loosened anal channel.
This first impaling thrust had caused her eyes to open wide and a long, loud groan gurgled from her lips, as the Arab’s dominator made its first serious impression on her.
The very turned on high priest then began pounding his rigid cock into her anal channel, saying to Sergio, “Ah, my friend, this American bitch has a nice warm asshole and it is very tight. How I love to ass fuck American women in the same way that I want to fuck America. It is more stimulating that Viagra.”
Abdul reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her mane of dark red hair, then jerked her head up and back, and started using the hair like bridle reins, to provide more leverage, as he to plowed his long, fat cock deeper into her swiftly loosening anal passage.
“Slap the white Cunt’s face with your cock, Sergio, while I slap her ass cheeks. It makes me hotter to have these white harlots beaten a little, and hear the sound of their flesh being slapped, while I sodomize their gorgeous asses.”
He then began cursing her in very un-cleric like English, while he continued to stuff his prick even further up her ass, thoroughly and viciously, and truly ball deep.
The pleased cleric said to Sergio, “Ah, my friend, this is how all American women should be. In the worship position, asshole exposed, and having an Arab cock shoved up their ass.”
Sergio nodded his head in agreement and had to admit that seeing his whore postured like this, offering her anus to the Arab cleric, and having a cock that size stuffed into her back channel was truly a stimulating sight to behold.
It hadn’t taken too many slaps by the two men for the cleric to be taken over the edge and blow his seed up her spectacularly curved, now very red welted American ass.
When his gun was empty, the Arab religious leader shoved her off of the bed and put her on her hands and knees. He had grabbed two handfuls of her hair, pulled her up strait, then stuck the cock that had just creamed her anal passage, into her mouth, and made her suck on the dripping, flavorful dip stick, until it was perfectly clean and gleaming with her saliva.
Leaving her on her knees, licking her lips, the two men had gone over to the room bar and poured themselves some wine and sipped it while the Muslim cleric explained to Sergio how the all-powerful Muslims were going to soon be taking over the world, and when they did they were going to make whore slaves of all of America’s beautiful women, and let them only be fucked by the men of Islam; many, many times a day.
After several minutes of crude, anti-American ranting, Abdul’s cock took charge of his brain, again, and he had said, “Now, Sergio, drop your pants and sit on the couch.
When Sergio was in place, the womanizing Arab cleric said, “Now, have her back up to you, then pull her ass down and force her anus down on your cock, until your dong is driven all the way up her ass.
Sergio followed the holy man’s orders and, as hot and juicy as her anal passage was from having the Arab’s huge cock shoved up it, it didn’t take long for Sergio’s cock to be fully buried in her back channel.
Abdul had then ordered her to lift her legs and aim them at the ceiling. Then he had Sergio grab a calf in each hand and split her legs into a wide V, exposing her pussy completely.
The now secular Arab looked at the graphically dirty sex picture that she was presenting, and observed, “Your American whore has a beautiful pussy, Sergio. She would make a perfect white slave for all Muslims to use.”
The stiff pricked cleric had then stepped in front of her waiting twat, as it perched right above Sergio’s, ass imbedded, cock shaft.
The very turned-on, ex camel jockey, had taken his very large cock in his hand and inserted the head into the puffy lipped, pink vagina slit.
The now sex crazed religious dignitary put his arm out and grabbed her behind the neck, for leverage, then, with one powerful thrust, sank his rigid tool half way up into her very wet and excited snatch.
With a groan of deep pleasure, the anti-American Arab had said, “Damn, her pussy feels as good as it looks. It is so god damned hot and juicy. These American women’s cunts are built for fucking. Allah, in his infinite wisdom, designed them all to be whores.”
The overheated religious leader then began rhythmically shoving his huge Iranian boner into her juicy cunt, until he had it in, full depth. Having hit absolute bottom, that gratifying sensation brought a very pleased smile to his face.
With his eyes half closed in sexual ecstasy, the whoremongering Arab priest felt her snuggly fitting pink vagina squeeze his member as it took her, plowing his formidable tool through her molten cuntal juices.
Her own mouth had begun to open in response to the pressure and friction that the two dongs were creating inside of her side by side pleasure channels, and the two men could hear their heated up bitch begin to moan with abject, animalistic pleasure.
Eventually the Arab sexual predator had lost control and emptied his balls into her steaming, very stretched pussy, howling, “Take my seed you hot assed American slut. Praise Allah for providing me with this perfect cunt to fuck.”
After the cleric had sent all of his spunk deep inside of her, he had pulled her off of Sergio’s stiff prick, and put her on her knees then had made her suck his prick clean again.
Temporarily satiated, his holiness had allowed Sergio to get his own boner taken care of by her mouth, the cleaning of that nasty dong resulting in her again swallowing down her throat another full load of Sergio’s thick, sticky ball cream, as she tasted the full flavor of her ass, as she did it.
The two well satisfied businessmen had gone over and sat down on each side of a wooden card table and poured themselves some more wine. The insatiable cleric looked over and ordered her to get under the table. He stuffed his limp penis in her mouth and had her chew on it, while he trash talked America.
While the fanatical cleric assailed Sergio with an anti-American tirade, she had mouthed his empty, slack cock meat, trying to coax the flaccid, shrunken tool back to life.
It took more than fifteen minutes for her very skilled mouth and wet, probing tongue to bring the Arab’s orifice wrecker back to full boner condition, again.
With his Arab pecker meat rock solid again, the Middle-eastern holy man had laid her down on a couch, with her head hanging over one of the couch arms. He had then straddled her head, inserted his cock in her mouth, then had sat down on her face, and started pumping his cock down her throat.
She ate his mouth stretching member for so long that her jaws ached. When his cock finally climaxed, he sent the first volley down her throat. The rest of the jism he shot right into her face. When his fire nozzle hose like cum shots had finished hosing her, she was gasping for air and looked like she had just won first place in a bukakke contest.
As she had knelt there coughing, her face a mask of thick cum, she had again realized that all men were alike, no matter their nationality and no matter what religion they belonged too.
They were male centric jerks who loved to use and abuse beautiful women, of all nationalities, in the raunchiest, most demeaning ways they could think of. And this terrorist plotting religious cleric/businessman was no different.
Abdul had used her body and sexual services, without ever even having said her name, and was sending her home with a body full of Iranian cum and no thanks for her efforts.
As she was still kneeling, licking her cummy lips, the arrogant cleric had grabbed her by the arm, jerked her to her feet, taken her to the door of the suite, opened it, tossed her panties out in the hall, then had shoved her through the door after them, giving her a hard kick in her gorgeous ass, that sent her sprawling across the hall floor.
She had gotten up, picked up her panties and used them to wipe the cum off of her face, then put them back on.
She had then gone outside and hailed a cab. The cab driver had immediately moved his rear view mirror so he could see her body, and his mouth was wide open as he watched her all the way home.
Doing her patriotic duty, she had called the Mayor the next day and told him about Abdul. Mike had told her to keep letting him fuck her while he checked the guy out and he would get back to her later.
That memory snapped her out of her thoughts and she pulled the dildo out of her very primed ass, stuck it in her mouth and licked it clean, then got up to complete her preparations for the commission earning, all Italian gang bang that lie just ahead.
6. Getting Dressed To Be Fucked:
a. The daughter:
At the same time that Mona was running up the stairs to get dressed to cuckold her husband, her breathtakingly luscious, superbly stacked, superheroine daughter, Margie, was busy putting on a sensational, one piece, preposterously tight, yellow summer dress.
This ultimate in prick teasing outfits was shoulder less, the top of the form fitting bodice having an elastic band around it, that securely kept the naughty, very revealing dress in place, just above the level of the nipples of her outrageously large and perfectly formed, braless, jutting torpedo breasts, that were practically spilling out of the top of the dress.
Its skirt barely covered her matching yellow bikini panties and was titillating tight to better show off her magnificent, irresistibly curved ass cheeks. Below the hem of the extremely short skirt, her fully fleshed, superbly toned, perfectly formed thighs were on full, mouthwatering display.
To complete the mind boggling, indecently sexy outfit, Margie had put on matching yellow, 5 inch, stiletto heeled shoes that had straps that wrapped sexily up around her ankles.
b. The mother:
Given the era the Governor was from, Mona decided that he would really like to see her in a garter belt and nylons. That election having been made, she picked out a pale purple, extremely tight, mid-thigh length skirt and a soft, body hugging, matching, extremely low cut, pale purple blouse.
Around her waist she strapped on a darker purple, five inch wide elastic belt that accented her fabulous hips and ass cheeks, as her lower body flared out seductively from her small waist.
Under the deliciously risqu?utfit, she put on a cleavage exposing purple bra and silky, matching bikini panties, whose teasing, pale purple crotch clearly showed the outline of her puffy lipped pussy and very prominent camel toe clit.
To complete the sensationally erotic looking ensemble, she stepped into a pair of pale purple, 5 inch high, stiletto heeled shoes that gave her the look of an, on the prowl for extremely young meat, Cougar temptress.
She stood in front of her full length mirror, hands on her dazzlingly wide hips, and knew that she had picked out the perfect outfit to let the Governor screw her in.
Smiling at her wickedly sexy reflection, she knew that this outfit would bring out the very worst in the potential future President.
She wetted her parted lips, in sexy anticipation of what things might be stuck between them today, and thought, “Men are so easy. They can be driven absolutely crazy by a beautiful woman wearing sexy, slutty clothing, and would make complete fools out of themselves to get into her body.”
“Despite men’s foolish, egotistical thoughts to the contrary, PUSSY’S rule the world,” she laughed out loud to herself, while she stroked hers.
Completely satisfied with the way she had decorated her superbly stacked, outrageously plush body, that she was soon going to soon turn over to the Governor to play with, plunder and debauche, all afternoon, she went downstairs and found Saul waiting in the living room.
She whistled at him and struck a provocative pose, then undulated over and pulled up her skirt, spread her feet and asked coquettishly, “Want to taste a little pussy before we go to lunch, baby?”
7. Leaving To Be Unfaithful:
c. The daughter:
Simultaneously with her mother pulling her skirt up and shoving her crotch in Saul’s face, Margie went into the living room and found her enormously cocked, zero personality, very poor salesman of a husband, George, tying his shoes.
Knowing how much he liked seeing her dressed like this, she struck a sexy pose for him to see, but he was so lost in the thoughts of getting himself ready to go and meet with his customer’s representatives, that he didn’t even notice her.
She knew that she should feel at least a little guilty about being unfaithful to George, today, but she didn’t. She never wanted him to find out about what she was going to be doing today, but a $50,000 commission was at stake, and she was going to do everything she could to make sure that her husband got it, even if it meant letting the Italians fuck her brains out. and use her like a $10 hooker.
The thought about what the Italian’s were going to be putting her through, today, made her think that she needed a stiff drink to really get her in the mood to be molested by the three crude animals.
Of course she knew that the best drink she could have for the occasion would a few shots of hot cum getting pumped down her throat. That was her perfect aphrodisiac and always put her in the mood for any and everything sexual. But since was so uptight, there was no cock available for her to suck off.
Fortunately, as luck would have it, she did have some cum available, right in her own refrigerator. Her twin cousins, Jerry and Larry, had left it with her two days ago, after they had spent several hours trying, unsuccessfully, to get her to commit incest with them.
She undulated over to the refrigerator and pulled out the jar of cum that the horny twins had left behind to tempt her. She took the lid off of the sinful jar, then held it up and looked at the almost full cup of their thick, creamy, incestuous, ball juice.
She scolded herself for even considering committing this form of absentee incest, but then told herself that it was, “any port in a storm,” when you are in desperate need.
She held the cup up to her mouth, tilted her head back then drank it all down in three large gulps.
She put the empty jar in the sink and, licking her cream covered lips, returned to her husband and helped him finish getting ready to go, already feeling the twin’s cup of illicit cum beginning to warm her up to be had.
d. The mother:
Saul had accepted her invitation to eat her crotch and had buried his face into the fleshy pussy lips that were clearly outlined through her pale purple, whore’s panties.
She watched him begin sinking his teeth into what the Governor was soon going to be sticking his big cock in the middle of, and fucking it deep and hard, while he enjoyed the complete satisfaction of cuckolding his hated enemy — the husband who was currently munching on her excited, very ready to be eaten and plowed, vagina, unknowingly warming it up for the Governor 12’s inch cock to use.
As Mona watched her husband enjoy himself with her hot, tasty twat, she felt somewhat guilty for having agreed to cheat on him with the Governor while, on the other hand, she was feeling a terrific sense of excitement that such a powerful man as the Governor was soon going to be plundering her orifices, with very bad intentions.
She had no illusions about what was about to happen to her. She knew that, to the Governor, she was nothing more than a gorgeous piece of ass that he wanted to exploit and use to get a very gratifying revenge against her husband.
She also knew enough about the Governor to know that he thought that all women were just stupid, round-heeled broads, and that he intended to treat her accordingly and, with that bad attitude, was going to demean and degrade her as a part of his cuckolding revenge.
But her reward for willingly being little more than a whore for him today, was that she will have bagged a Governor. She smiled and thought. “Being beautiful and voluptuous and loose, certainly had its rewards.”
Having reminded herself of the depravity the Governor undoubtedly had in mind for her, she told herself again that what Saul didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him,. A truism that was especially applicable to today’s salacious events, since she was going to really enjoy getting taken apart by the Governor’s mammoth boner.
She did feel guilty enough, though, that she pulled Saul’s head up and leaned down and kissed and licked his wet face.
She was thankful that she had told her husband that she would be spending tonight at her daughter’s home.
That was the only way that she could keep him from finding out that her vagina had been plundered and ravaged, while she had been with the Governor all afternoon.
She didn’t want to have to try and explain why it was in such a fully stirred and completely ravished condition.
Besides she always enjoyed letting her daughter’s magic tongue clean up the mess men always made of her orifices, as only she could do.
8. Pre-Hardcore Activities:
e. The Daughter / Going To The Hotel – The Kid Gets His:
At the same time that Saul and her mother had gotten into their separate cars and left for the club, Margie and George got in their car and started the relatively short trip to his customer’s offices.
With a large volume of her twin cousin’s incestuous cum shots sloshing around in her stomach, Margie was sitting next to her unsuspecting husband, now in a great mood to face the gang fuck that lie ahead for her, this afternoon.
Arriving at their destination, they went in, and it didn’t take long for the Italian’s staff to hustle George out of their office, to spend his afternoon and all the next day, with the plant’s engineers, finalizing his proposal.
As he was led out of the office, the three brothers were slapping George on the back and promising him that they would take good care of his wife, all afternoon, and show her a really, really good time. They also told him that they would take him home the next day in a company car.
When George had left the room, the oldest brother came over to her, with a young kid in tow and said, “In order to avoid any chance of our wives discovering that we are cheating on them with you, my son Orlando is going to drive you to a really out of the way, dive of a hotel and check you in. We will make the trip separately, after you are in the room, and come up the back way to join you.
“Now my son here is only 15, but he is a horny little asshole who has fucked some whores before, so, while you are waiting for us to arrive, I want you to show him a real good time and give him a freebie. Got me, chick?”
“Yes,” she nodded, looking apprehensively at the scrawny, putrid looking little grease ball, who was barely five feet tall and probably weighed 90 pounds.
The father looked at his ugly little runt of a son and said, “She’s a whore, boy, so treat her like one and get you a little of her hot action, while you’re waiting for us to get to the hotel.”
The three Italians watched the boy lead George’s spectacularly curvaceous, preposterously stacked wife out to her car and leave the premises.
As they drove to the hotel, Margie looked the diminutive teen over and thought, Ugh,” to herself, realizing that she was now going to be spending the afternoon whoring herself to four grossly ugly males instead of just three.
She swallowed hard at the nauseating thought, then smiled at her repulsive looking, teen driver, knowing that she had a high paying job to do, no matter how disgusting and humiliating it might be.
Twenty minutes later she was in the cheap hotel room, where she was soon going to be gang banged, in the arms of the 15 year old kid, French kissing and swapping spit with the ugly little Italian teen, just like they were on a hot date. A true beauty and the dwarf scene, as his thin, boney body crawled all over her spectacular curves.
Five minutes later, with her skirt up around her waist, on her knees, with the repulsive, pint-sized, rodent like, teen’s cock stuck in her mouth, sucking it like it had never been sucked before and tasting its nasty, tart precum dribble, as it began to coat her tongue.
f. The Mother / A Teasing Lunch / Meat For Both:
Saul and Mona arrived at the club, were seated and had ordered their food and drinks at about the same time that the three Italians rushed into Margie’s hotel room ready for some very raunchy action, then had to wait their turn while they watched the horny 15 year old finish getting his knob polished by the equipment supplier’s magnificently built, cocksucking, drool dripping company whore.
Saul and Mona’s food came and, with every male in the club trying to get a look up her ultra-tight skirt, some of the lucky ones being successful, Mona stuck a fork full of meat into her mouth while, simultaneously, Margie, still on her knees, teen cum all over her lips and running down her chin, had a full sized Italian cock forked into her mouth. Both of the spectacular women chewed on their respective morsels of meat, with Mona swallowing hers first.
Seated directly across from Saul and Mona, four guys had the perfectly positioned table to be able to see up Mona’s skirt, and they were making the most of it and enjoying the erotic view.
Mona decided to provide them with just what they were hoping for, and every couple of minutes, would recross her legs, slowly, and give them a full upskirt peep at the crotch of her pale purple panties, the frilly tops of her nylons, the garter belt straps and the exposed thigh flesh between the tops of her nylons and the bottom of the panties.
While the four men were watching the risqu?ease show, very closely, Saul got up and went to the restroom. The three ooglers immediately waived to her to show them some more.
So she uncrossed her legs, pulled her skirt up to the tops of her nylons, parted her knees and let them get a full look up under her skirt, then blew them a kiss as she showed them absolutely everything they wanted to see.
Saul returned before the sweaty palmed foursome could do anything other than watch the super-hot tease show. The four, now fully bonered men, all agreed that, the next time she came to the club, without her husband, they were going to hit on her with the expectation of scoring.
Knowing exactly what they were thinking, she smiled. They wouldn’t be successful, but she, being the natural born prick teaser that she was, never tired of getting her ego stroked by showing off her goodies and then having men hit on her with the hopes of getting lucky and nailing what she h ad been showing off to them.
9. The Daughter / Oral Abuse For Openers:
As Mona continued her delicious meal, talked to Saul, prick teased the onlookers and dreamed about her coming sex session with the Governor’s 12 inch cock, her sexy superheroine daughter was addressing the frenzied demands of about 27 inches of thick, hard, dark skinned, very greasy Italian cocks.
Margie quickly found her head and mouth in the middle of a furious penis storm, as the three brothers stood around her kneeling form and took turns sticking their big, dark dongs in her mouth, and fucking it with callous abandon (actually raping it would be more accurate, from her point of view).
When one brother had her gagging on his rampaging cock, another brother would grab her head away from the one with his cock between her teeth in her mouth, then lewdly replace it with his own, then take his turn plundering her mouth, and yelling filthy insults at her, as he did his best to keep her choking by forcing his big tool all the way down her throat, face in pubic hair and ball deep.
The invading cockheads beat against her tonsils, went into the insides her cheeks or down her throat. Having no other alternative she just let them have their way with her mouth and took the oral abuse as best she could, letting them have their raunchy, lewd fun.
Finally they dragged her to her feet by the hair, picked her up and tossed her on the bed, on her back, then grabbed her by the neck and dragged her head over to the end of the bed, where they let it hang off of the edge of the mattress.
One of the brothers walked up and stuffed his cock into her wide open, upside down mouth and rammed his 9 inch dong right down her throat. He popped her tits out of the top of her dress, grabbed a big jug in each hand and used her superb rack as leverage as he fucked her mouth, brutally.
His two brothers got on the other end of the bed, got under her skirt, pushed the crotch of her panties aside, got her knees up, spread her thighs, then began running fingers into her pussy and anus, crudely fucking them both, as she got her face fucked.
As they explored and used all of her orifices, the room was filled with the noise of her oral juices being plowed, accompanied by the glub glub sounds of her mouth sucking on the invading cock, while she gasped for air, as well as the muffled sounds of her moans of pleasure, as she helplessly let them use her, and turn her on.
While she was eating their big, meaty boners, she had soon noticed that the three of them felt like they had a coating of bad smelling olive oil all over their bodies. They were all a little overweight and were sweating profusely, and even the beads of bodily fluids smelled of garlic.
As she looked at the balls that were bouncing against her forehead she realized that she was going to end up slick from their oil, sweat and cum and knew that it would take more than a few showers to rid herself of their stench.
10. The Mother Arrives For The Cuckolding:
At the same time that Margie was orally servicing the Italian’s cocks, the lunch at the club was over. Mona kissed Saul goodbye and got in her Jaguar and started the drive to the Governor’s ranch.
Mona pulled off the road just before she got to the ranch’s entrance and freshened her lipstick, then made sure that her clothing was perfectly in place, ready to be messed up completely by the Governor.
A couple of minutes later she pulled her car up to the front of the ranch’s huge house, parked and got out. She strutted up to the front door, hips swaying provocatively, looking sensational and more than ready to get banged by another celebrity. This time, one who would probably become President of the United States.
As the ranch house door opened for Mona, the third Italian brother was pumping his hot cum shots down her daughter’s cock stuffed throat
The first chapter of a several chapter story, please comment and rate, I’d love feedback alsoThis is the true accounting of the fairy tale of Snow White, it is not a cute and frilly story as some whistling mouse’s cartoon would lead you to believe, nor did it happen as long ago as the mouse told, in fact, it continues even now. I have travelled the world far and wide, separating fact from fiction, reality from fantasy, and learning the full truth among the lies. The truth is hard to bare, and your childhood may be ruined, but trust me, it’s much better to know the truth than to live in ignorance. I believe I will start this story as so many other fairy tales begin. “Once upon a time….”
The queen looked into the magic mirror smiling at the deep dark eyes staring back at her, glistening in the rooms light. “Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the sluttiest slut of all?”
The man in the mirror hesitated for a moment before answering, the queen held that sway over many people. “Y-your highness, if truth be told, it is Snow, even now she is participating in activities that far surpass your own slutty abilities!”
The queen was in a rage, her blood boiling, “WHERE IS SHE!?! TELL ME NOW!”
The mirror however had gone clear again, leaving just the queen, staring back at herself, her reflection a vision of pure hatred.
Snow twirled her hair in her fingers as she listened, bored, to her father and his top advisor speaking matters of kingdom security. Snow was beautiful, standing just over 5’3″ she had jet black hair, skin white as snow, lips red as rubies and all that other shit the fairy tales mention, but more than that she had beautiful, firm 32C cup breasts, her nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric of her court gown. The gown hugged her body tightly giving a perfect view of her round, tight ass.
Snow stood up from her seat and made her way towards her father and the advisor who were standing overtop of a map, debating heatedly. Swaying her hips as seductively as she could, she tweaked her nipples causing them to be fully visible and obvious to her father.
“Can you hurry along with this meeting father? What if the queen barged in, I will NOT be a happy princess if I don’t get exactly what you promised!” Her impatience was obvious and to make it more so she bent over in front of her father and the councilman, sliding her dress up, revealing her thighs, glimmering with wetness from her over eager pussy.
The advisor stuttered as he noticed the provocative position the princess had taken but tried to resume his focus on the discussion.
“If you truly must keep working then I’ll start with a warm-up” Snow said softly, sliding under the table she reached up with both hands, rubbing at her father’s crotch as well as the advisor, she loved sucking cock, she loved cum, everything about it had her hotter than the badlands to the south (which coincidentally was exactly the land being discussed.)
Snow began to unbutton the pants before her, expertly sliding them down, gasping as the advisors cock popped free, she had always thought her father was the biggest she had ever seen, but she was wrong. The advisors balls hung heavy beneath his thick cock and Snow was amazed at how the veins protruded from the length. When she gripped it she found her hand could barely fit around the girth. Slowly she began to stroke her father and the advisor, giggling as they began to stammer over words, she was surely distracting them from matters of grave importance, but she didn’t care, her pussy was tingling and she felt empty.
Tentatively Snow leaned in, licking the thick, swollen head of her father’s cock before turning and doing the same to the advisor. She was greedy though and within a few seconds she had the advisors cock as deep down her throat as she felt she could manage, spit bubbled up around the corners of her lips, stretched wide to accept the mighty girth. Just as she tried to pull back she heard a moan and the advisor thrusted forward, forcing himself deeper into her throat. With a mighty gag Snow pulled away, spit already dripping from her lips, a string of it connecting her mouth and the bulbous head of her cock. She reached down with the hand that wasn’t busy stroking her father and began softly rubbing at her clit, turning her attention to her father’s cock she easily deepthroated him, sticking out her soft pink tongue to tease at his balls, she knew he loved when she did that.
Snow began taking turns with the two cocks, each time she switched to the advisor he would fuck her throat, hard and fast, despite her eyes tearing up and mascara running down her pale face, she loved it. A familiar feeling began to fill her, little electric waves throughout her body, a wave of sensation rolled over her and she screamed out around the advisors cock as she came hard, pressing against her clit with skilled fingers. Snow hefted up the advisors cock, sucking on each of his balls, swirling her tongue around them.
The advisor began moaning as Snow sucked his large balls, and soon pulled back slightly, thrusting forward, emptying his cum into Snow’s throat, she reveled in the warm saltiness of it, careful not to waste a single drop, massaging at his balls then tugging on his impressive cock, milking him for all he had.
Panting, Snow pulled back. In her eagerness to please her father and his advisor she hadn’t realized how much of a mess she had become. Saliva soaked her thin court gown, making it see through, her stiff puffy nipples clearly visible. Gasping for air she crawled from under the table and stared up at the two men. “Please, I beg you, fuck me, use me like the slutty princess I am!”
The advisor, a tall, broad shoulder man, ruggedly handsome pulled Snow to her feet, emboldened by her begging, he spat at her face and gripped her bottom jaw roughly in his right hand while his left dove between her legs, two fingers teasing at the entrance of her slick cunt. “You wish to be fuc…”
The advisors words were cut off by a shrill scream. “Curse you Snow White, you filthy whore! Never again will you orgasm! Never again!”
The enraged queen was shaking from head to toe, staring at the king and his advisor, and despite her disgusted face she could feel her pussy quivering, dampening in desperation. She moved forward as the advisor dropped Snow to the ground who took off running from the room, a spit soaked mess.
The queen could feel the power flowing through her, her curse had indeed worked, how could it not have, after all, her powers surpassed even that of the magic mirror. “Now, time for a lesson, husband.” Then, turning to the advisor the queen scoffed. “And you, dearest brother, have you not yet learned of my wrath.”
A young girl wants to obey her father’s rules and avoid his discipline.Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl Chapter Two: Bad Girl’s Get Spanked By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016
When my mom took my fraternal twin sister to visit my grandparents for three weeks she made me promise to take care of Daddy. But I very much doubt she meant for her eighteen-year-old daughter to take over all her wifely duties.
But Daddy did. And I wanted to be a good girl like I promised Mom.
Yesterday, Daddy took my virginity in the changing room of a lingerie store. I was modeling my new sexy underwear for him, and that excited him. His dick was so hard, in such pain, I had to be a good girl and satisfy him.
And it was amazing submitting to him. I surrendered my body to Daddy and he rewarded me with ecstasy. His thick cock popped my chair and had had me moaning. It was so risky. We could have been caught, but Daddy didn’t care.
He reveled in the risk. It made the sex so hot.
Since I was on Summer break, Daddy expected me to clean the house. And be naked the whole time. I wondered if he made Mom do this. She was so submissive, too. She was always waiting on him, loving him by keeping the house clean, making great meals, and giving him constant sex. My sister and I would hear them all the time.
She was such a fifties housewife. I learned at school that women shouldn’t be subservient to their husbands and boyfriends, but Mom was so happy doing it. And now I understood.
Which was why I cleaned the house naked. It was exciting. It brought such a rush. I wanted to call Mom and ask her if she did the same thing. Was she naked while my sister and I were in school? Did her hot pussy drip juices down her thighs as she scampered about the house, reveling in the thrill of nudity?
But I couldn’t ask her. Mom could never know how much I replaced her. It would break her heart. When she returned, I would go back to my normal role as daughter, and Mom would take care of Daddy the way she always had.
But I didn’t want this to end. Last night, in bed, Daddy had made love to me. He had licked and caressed and touched every wonderful part of my body. My pussy grew wetter just remembering his strong lips nuzzling into my cunt and tonguing me to orgasm after orgasm. I bucked and gasped on his bed, making all those wonderful noises Mom would make.
I understood. Daddy was amazing. Such a handsome, hunky stud.
I had dinner cooking in the crock-pot when Daddy came home. The moment I heard his car pull into the driveway, I did what Mom would do—I rushed to the door to greet him. I stood naked, trembling, my nipples hard atop my round breasts.
Keys jingled. Footsteps approached. I glimpsed his shadowy figure through the frosted window. I reached out and opened the door, smiling at my Daddy. He was so tall, his muscular chest stretching the dress shirt he wore. And his hair was dark. It made him seem so powerful and dangerous.
“How was your day, Daddy?” I asked as I took his briefcase.
“Good, good.” The slightest hint of a smile touched his lips as his eyes glanced down at my body. I straightened my back more, thrusting my round breasts out. I was proud of them. They were growing nicely, bigger than Alice’s, my fraternal twin. Her tits were smaller.
She was such a brat I was glad I had one thing better than her.
Daddy stepped into the house and closed the door before anyone saw I was naked. But the thrill made me so wet. I squeezed my thighs tight together as Daddy took off his suit jacket. I took that from him along with his tie. I knew Mom’s routine. I had seen it so many times growing up. It was always the same.
I raced upstairs to put the tie, suit jacket, and briefcase where they belonged before rushing back downstairs and finding dad sitting in his recliner. I froze, realizing there was something I had to do before the massage. Blushing, I dashed back to the kitchen to get him a bottle of his favorite beer.
I returned and presented it to him. He didn’t comment on my mistake.
“How was your day, Daddy?” I asked as I knelt down before him and unlaced his loafer.
“Long,” he groaned. “Lots of meetings. Idiots fucked up the project and they needed Daddy to rescue their asses.”
I smiled as I pulled off his loafer then the other. I set them aside before pulling off his dress socks and exposing his large feet. His toes were so thick. I grabbed his right foot and began massaging it. Mom had talked to me about it before.
“You need to dig your thumbs into his soles,” she had said a few weeks ago as she massaged Daddy’s foot. It was a rare time were I wasn’t banished from the living room like usual. Normally, my sister and I were not allowed to be in the living room when Mom massaged Daddy’s feet. “He likes the pressure to wipe away the stress. It’s wonderful and intimate. Right, dear?”
Daddy had nodded, staring down at Mom with this glint in his eyes.
The same glint he had now. I knew what it meant—possessive, dominating. He owned me. He was the reason I was naked and my brown hair was in a long braid. Daddy liked women with braided hair. Mom’s hair was always braided. I had seen Daddy holding it and leading her around like it was her leash while Mom smiled all the time.
Daddy drank his beer and we chit-chatted while I massaged his feet. I imagined other men would come home and watch TV before dinner, but my parents always talked about their day to each other, catching each other up as Mom massaged his foot.
I understood. It was so romantic. I felt so close to Daddy and so jealous of Mom. I hoped she never returned from Grandma’s.
After I massaged his feet, we had dinner. The chicken was a little rubbery from the crock-pot, but Daddy didn’t complain. Instead of watching TV after dinner, Daddy fucked me hard. It was so wonderful. He bent me over the dining room table and took me from behind. Then he threw me down on the couch and mounted me.
We ended up in his bed, the headboard banging while I screamed my lungs out in absolute delight.
I loved taking Mom’s place. I was Daddy’s good girl.
“Kneel,” Daddy ordered me the next morning. He was dressed and ready for work, but he held a tube in one hand and a curious, tapered object made of out stainless steel in the other. It was as thick as two of my fingers at its widest then tapered off to a rounded end. There was a small, circular handle at the bottom.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, not sure what was going on.
I pressed my face to the carpet. I was naked like yesterday. Daddy knelt behind me. Was he going to fuck me one last time before work? He had already taken me in the shower, pumping his incestuous cum into my teenage womb as my breasts rubbed against the tiled wall.
He parted my butt-cheeks. I gasped in shock. I had heard girls whisper about anal sex before. Was that what we were doing? A moment later, I gasped as a cold gel squirted against my butt-hole.
“Daddy?” I asked, a fearful whine in my voice. He was so big. I heard anal hurt.
“Good girls don’t complain,” Daddy said as he rubbed the slippery gel—no, it was lube—against my sphincter.
I shuddered at the strange sensations fluttering from my backdoor. I bit my lip and squirmed as he caressed my flesh. I hadn’t expected anything like this. What was he doing to me? My pussy itched as he stroked me.
And then he pressed something against my butt-hole. I wanted to let out another questioning moan. But I also wanted to be a good girl. My body trembled. My eyes bulged as my sphincter widened about the intruding device. It was cold, tapered. The object. He was putting it into my butt, stretching me out. I groaned, wanting to clench my sphincter and fight it.
But then Daddy would be bad.
“That’s it,” he said as it popped all the way into me, the wide handle sticking out of my rear and nestled between my butt-cheeks. “That’s Daddy’s good girl.”
I swallowed and nodded. It felt so strange. I shifted my hips and my bowels clenched on it. I was so aware of it. It felt so naughty back there. The itch in my pussy grew. Juices trickled out. I wanted to masturbate.
I wanted to be fucked.
“What is it, Daddy?”
“A butt plug,” he answered. “I need to get your ass ready.”
I bit my lip. “For your cock, Daddy?”
He seized my braid and turned my face to look at him. “What do you think.?”
“That I am your good girl, and good girls let their Daddies fuck their asses.”
I knew his kiss was my reward. My answer pleased him. I moaned into his lips, closing my eyes as I savored the passion. I loved him so much. My heart beat with excitement while my asshole clenched down on the butt plug.
Then he broke the kiss and straightened.
I licked my lips and blinked my eyes. “Do you…need me to relieve you, Daddy?”
“Yes,” he groaned, his dick tenting his slacks. “But I have to get to work. We’ll both suffer a bit today.”
“And Melody, no masturbating. Good girls only cum when Daddy lets them.”
I blinked. “Yes, Daddy.”
He kissed me again then I handed him his jacket and briefcase. He went out the door while I squirmed, the butt plug so deep in my ass. Every movement made me so aware of it and the burning sensations it churned.
Wonderful sensations. So naughty.
I so wanted to masturbate. My pussy begged to be touched and caressed. I would control myself and be Daddy’s good girl.
It was so hard. Every chore I did only made me hornier. I kept thinking about the butt plug. I couldn’t lie down and stop moving. I had to clean the entire house. All two stories, four bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths, and the basement. Well, not all of the basement. Daddy’s workshop, which dominated half the basement, was off-limits to Alice and me.
Mom called when I was eating a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich for lunch. I squirmed on the hard, dining room chair as I answered my phone. “Hi, Mom. How’s it going?”
“Hectic,” she answered. “But your Grandma and Grandpa are getting along better. Your grandpa’s adjusting.”
“Good.” I bit my lip. “Will you be coming home earlier?” I held my breath.
“I doubt it. So I hope you’re taking care of your father. He needs a woman’s touch in his life.”
“I am, Mom. I even massaged his feet last night.” And fucked him, sucked his cock, and let him lick my pussy. But I doubted Mom wanted to learn her barely legal daughter was fucking her husband.
“Good, good. And you’re doing everything he asks?”
“Everything,” I purred. It was so hard to keep the excitement out of my voice. “And we had so much fun shopping for clothes on Sunday.”
“I heard. Your Dad told me about it. You modeled some new underwear for him. I hope it’s not too racy. Your only eighteen, Melody.”
“Mom, all the girls are wearing panties like that,” I groaned. “And Daddy liked them.”
She laughed. “I’m sure he did. Well, I’m glad you two are getting along. And you are cleaning the house?”
“Yes, Mom.” Naked and with a butt plug in my ass.
“And cooking him breakfast and dinner?”
“Well, that’s wonderful. I miss you and your dad so much and… Alice, what are you doing?”
I heard my twin sister in the background being a brat. I waited while Mom and her had a quick spat. Mom came back on the phone. “I have to go. You’re sister is being Alice again.”
“You should spank her.”
“Discipline is your Daddy’s job. Alice will be in for a huge one when we get back.”
I giggled, looking forward to it. “Okay, Mom, love you.”
“Love you, too.”
And I did love my mom, even if she would take my place again when she returned. I didn’t want that. I wanted Daddy all to myself. I loved him so much. I squirmed on my chair, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I relived our shower sex.
The water cascading down our bodies. The steam rising around us. His cock slamming into my pussy. It was so wrong. That was the cock that squirted the seed into my mother’s pussy and made me. And I wasn’t on birth control.
What if Daddy and I made a daughter of our own? I rubbed my belly, imaging my stomach growing rounder and rounder. Pregnant with my daddy’s baby. It was such a wicked thought. My pussy was so juicy and—
I caught my fingers sliding down my vulva to caress my pussy.
“Bad fingers,” I groaned and hopped off the chair.
I threw myself back into cleaning to take my mind away from my hot cunt. I washed my plate, wiped off the crumbs from the table, and cleaned up the puddle of my pussy juices off the wooden chair. Then I ran the swifter over the kitchen floor, the butt plug shifting in my asshole as I went back and forth.
It was such sweet torture.
Worse, I was running out of chores to do by three o’clock. I had cleaned everything—dusted, polished, scrubbed. Yesterday, after I finished, I relaxed and texted my friends, then masturbated, then watched prank videos on YouTube, texted with my friends more.
But I couldn’t masturbate today. I couldn’t run out of chores to—
The doorbell rang.
I gasped, my heart thudding. I was naked. I had a butt plug in my ass. And someone was at the door. It rang again and a familiar voice of my best friend Sun shouted, “Hey, Melody, open up. I know you’re home. I saw your last post.”
I groaned. I had told Sun just five minuets ago on Snapchat that I was home cleaning.
“Um, just a second,” I shouted back, trying to think.
I had to get dressed.
“Why?” Sun asked.
I didn’t answer. I raced up stairs, the butt plug and my hot pussy forgotten beneath the fear of being caught naked. I burst into my room and found the first dress I could I pulled on, the short skirt falling to just past my ass, the blouse cut low, cupping my round breasts. It was a new one and Daddy loved it.
I raced back downstairs, holding my skirt tight to my thighs to keep it from flaring, and yanked open the door.
“Geez, what was that about?” Sun asked. “Were you sneaking a boy out the back or something? I wouldn’t tell on you.”
“No, no. I was just…wearing dirty clothes. From cleaning.”
Sun was petite and Korean, her face delicate and a lovely pale-olive complexion. Her short, shiny-black hair fell down to her shoulders. She should have longer hair. Daddy liked long hair in a braid and…
I pushed that thought aside.
“So this is how you’re choosing to spend Summer break?” Sun asked, arching her eyebrow as she walked in, her slim legs flashing. She wore a pair of hot-pink booty shorts that showed off her boyish hips. Her shirt was tight. She had almost no breasts, just a pair of budding mounds.
“I have to take care of the house while my mom is away,” I said.
Sun rolled her eyes. “You are far too much of a good girl.”
I smiled at her. “I like being a good girl.”
Sun shook her head. “I’m bored. Want to go to the mall?”
I glanced at the clock. “I have to start dinner in an hour.”
“You’re cooking, too? Geez, is your dad that helpless?”
“I like cooking.”
“Fine, but let’s do something. I’m soooo bored.”
We ended up talking about boys on my bed and looking at magazines. She had the latest issue of Teen, and we did the quiz about which type of boy we liked. Then we giggled over the results. And the entire time, my pussy was on fire from my butt plug.
It was such a thrill. My friend had no idea that I had a butt plug shoved into my ass or I wore no panties. She didn’t know that I was my daddy’s lover. That I would do anything for him. She would freak out if she knew the truth. I had a secret romance. Taboo. Forbidden.
I wished Daddy was here to fuck me. Even in my ass.
She followed me down to the kitchen as I started dinner. It was a roast. I seasoned it and then popped it into the oven to cook while we talked. She perched on the counter, sipping her diet coke, shaking her head with amusement.
“You’re such a Stepford wife,” she laughed. “Or, I should say, a Stepford daughter.”
“What?” I asked.
“It’s this book I had to read for Mrs. McKenzie’s class.” Sun made a face, which screwed up her slanted eyes and made them appear even narrower. “It was about all these women who became the perfect, subservient housewives. Cooking, cleaning, pleasing their men. All that garbage.” She made a face. “But it turned out, they were really robots. The husbands were replacing their wives. Are you a robot?”
“I don’t think so,” I giggled. “I just like doing this. And so does my mom.”
“She is such a Stepford wife,” agreed Sun. Then she smiled. “Though your dad is such a hunk. Mmm, I could be his Stepford wife, too.”
I nodded my head. “I do have the hunkiest dad.”
“Ooh, do you have a crush on him, too? It’s okay. It happens with girls. The Electra complex. We all want to be Daddy’s girl. Well, not me. My Daddy is so…” She shuddered. “But yours. Ooh, I would be his good girl if he let me.”
“Well, he won’t.”
“I know. I’ve seen him with your mom. The way she smiles. You know your mom is getting fucked hard. Remember our last sleepover? How hard they were fucking?”
I nodded my head.
“And why in the basement. What was up with that?”
“It’s my dad’s workshop,” I answered. “I’m not allowed to go in there.”
“Huh, really?” Sun bit her lip. “I wonder if it’s—”
Whatever she said was lost on me as I heard Daddy’s car pull into the driveway. I let out an excited squeal and ran to the front door to greet him. Sun followed, rolling her eyes as I stood patiently at the door.
“What are you doing?”
“Welcoming him home,” I answered. “Like my mom would do.”
“Geez, you do have a crush on him.”
I blushed and my ass clenched about my butt plug. But before I could answer, footsteps crunched on the gravel walkway. Daddy’s blurred form appeared in the doorway. I took a deep breath and yanked the door open. “Welcome home, Daddy.” His eyes flicked down to my clothes. They hardened. His jaw tightened. I wasn’t naked. I was supposed to be naked. But I had to get dressed. Sun had come over. He had to understand that. I couldn’t be naked all the time.
“Hi, Mr. Johnson,” Sun said, a huge grin on her face. Her nipples hardened, pressing on the front of her tight shirt.
I took Daddy’s briefcase, trembling as he slipped out of his jacket and yanked off his tie. He didn’t say a word. I colloid see how angry he was. He always got quiet when he was mad at Alice or me. Or Mom. I took his tie, jacket, and briefcase then raced off to the bedroom, the butt plug so thick in me. I wanted to yank it out, but that would only make him angrier.
He had to understand that I couldn’t be naked around Sun. She would ask so many questions. She couldn’t know that I was his submissive lover. It was illegal. It was incest.
I put his things away and rushed back downstairs. He stood in the living room, his arms crossed. He had unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the fiery sleeve tattoos kept hidden by his clothing, his eyes hard.
“Young lady, I gave you orders when I left the house. Did you follow them?”
I glanced at Sun who lurked at the edge of the living room. “But, Daddy, Sun came over. Surely you didn’t—”
“What did I order you to do?”
I blushed. Was Daddy serious. In front of my friend. This was so embarrassing. What would Sun think? Didn’t Daddy worry about getting in trouble. What if Sun talked to her parents or to a teacher at school this Fall or to the police? The moment I blurted out, “You wanted me to be naked,” Sun would know there was something more going on between us.
Something forbidden and illegal.
“Daddy?” I whined.
“You’re making your punishment worse, young lady. What did I tell you?” He said he each word slowly, carefully, putting power behind them.
I trembled. Tears burned in my eyes. I wanted to be a good girl, but Sun was here. I gave him such a pleading look. “C-can we do this in private?”
“No. Sun is the reason you are in so much trouble, so she should get to stay and learn why.”
I glanced at my friend. Her face was pale. She mouthed, “Sorry,” to me.
I took a deep breath.
“Now, young lady.”
“I…I…” This was too embarrassing. I squirmed and was shocked to find myself aroused. My pussy was wet. And know that only increased my shame. My stomach twisted and roiled. Why was did this excite me so much?
It was like at the mall. The risk, the danger, that came from submitting to my father’s desires. Was it as simple as that? I had to obey him. I promised to be his good girl. My heart raced in my chest as I stared at my feet and clenched my hands together.
“I…I was supposed…to spend…all day naked.”
“Naked?” Sun whispered. I could feel the shock in her words.
“And did you?”
“No, Daddy. When Sun came over, I got dressed.”
“And you’re still wearing those clothes now. Strip.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My cheeks burned as much as my pussy as I unbuttoned the blouse.
Sun watched me, color returning to her face. She squirmed, shaking her head. I knew what she must be thinking. She’s fucking her father. That’s so sick. That’s her dad and she’s doing what he says. And he’s such a pervert for molesting his eighteen-year-old daughter.
It was all over. Everyone would know about Daddy and me. He would be in so much trouble. Maybe even go to jail for molesting me. I didn’t want that. But I also couldn’t disobey my father. I had to keep unbuttoning my dress.
My round breasts spilled out, nipples hard. I wiggled the dress down my hips, my tits swaying before me and the butt plug stirring up my bowels. My pussy clenched as another wave of heat washed through me. I pushed the skirt down my thighs and bent over to take it of.
“What’s that in your butt-crack?” gasped Sun.
“Her butt plug,” Daddy growled. “I guess you followed that order. And my other?”
I swallowed. “I didn’t masturbate, Daddy.”
“So you only disobeyed one order,” Daddy said. “Twenty spankings. Plus another ten for taking so long to obey me in the living room.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, trembling. It was all out there. Sun had to put it together. I couldn’t look at my friend.
“Fetch a dining room chair,” he growled. Daddy always spanked us over his lap on the dining room chair. Usually he just pulled up our skirt and yanked down our panties enough to hit our bottoms. But I was full naked.
And I had a butt plug in me.
Plus, Sun watched on in stunned shock.
I bustled past my friend, staring at the floor, unable to look her in the eye as I fetched the dining room chair. I hurried back, my bare feet slapping on the linoleum before I reached the softer carpet. I set down the chair before Daddy.
He sat down, his cock bulging his slacks.
I took a deep breath and draped myself across his lap.
“You’re really spanking her?” Sun asked. “At her age?”
“Yes,” Daddy answered. “Bad girls must be disciplined regardless of their age. Even her mother goes across my knee when she’s been bad.”
“Oh, wow,” Sun gasped, her voice breathy. “That’s—”
But whatever she thought I never heard as the crack of Daddy’s hand landing on my ass echoed through the living room. I gasped as the pain shot through my body. I bucked and trembled, crying out in pain, my bowels clenching on my butt plug.
“One,” I counted.
The hand came down on my other cheek. I gasped again. It had been several years since my last spanking and I did not recall the way the stinging heat from my burning ass melted down to my pussy and gathered there.
The pain was sharp. I sucked in a breath before I cried out again. He spanked me on the same spot as the last one, intensifying the punishment. I bucked and spasmed, the butt plug shifting in me, and the heat warming my pussy.
My clit ached.
Daddy didn’t say a word as I squirmed and counted on his lap. My stomach rubbed against his cock. He was so hard. This excited him. He loved spanking my bottom as my friend watched. Sun stepped closer and closer, her eyes as wide as I had ever seen them, her cheeks scarlet, her hands clasped before her as she watched.
“Ten,” I counted, my ass on fire from all the spankings. Every part of my ass reddened and Daddy’s hand now fell on right where the curve of my ass met my thighs.
I gasped. It was intense. The pain both sweeter and sharper there. I breathed it in, loving how it felt as it warmed across my ass. I squirmed and moaned. It was amazing. I loved being spanked right there. It was the absolute best.
He spanked me there again, warming the flesh while my pussy grew even wetter. I squirmed on his lap now, not from the pain, but because my body was engulfed with feverish excitement. It radiated from my hot pussy. My clit throbbed. I rubbed it against his pant legs, loving the feel of the fabric as his hand fell again and again.
I didn’t care that Sun watched and knew we were such perverts. I didn’t care that she would get us in so much trouble. None of that mattered.
Only Daddy’s hand spanking my naughty ass. I was bad. I deserved to be disciplined by my strong, Hunky daddy.
“Twenty,” I moaned.
Then Daddy spoke for the first time, looking at Sun who stood only a few feet away. “Do you want to spank her, too?”
Sun nodded her head.
“She was so bad today,” groaned Daddy. “I can seek that look in your eye. It makes you wet watching her getting spanked. Your hands are just itching to crack down on her firm bottom. Don’t be afraid. Spank the little slut. She’s been bad.”
“I have,” I moaned, to aroused to care care what was happening. “Spank my naughty ass, Sun. Please, please. I was so bad. I should have spent the day naked.”
Sun bit her lip and nodded her head. “You were bad. You should have listened to your hunky Daddy.”
Her hand cracked down hard. It was smaller than my Daddy’s hand and that seemed to intensify the force of her blow, compressing all the pain into such a small area. I bucked so hard, gasping in sweet agony as the pain shot to my pussy.
“Twenty-one,” I moaned, tears pouring down my face from the wonderful pain.
Sun spanked faster than my father. Her hand fell all over my butt. She moaned, her short hair flying about her face, a wild, lust-filled gleam in her eye as her hand fell over and over on my ass, brining me more pain. More pleasure.
“Thirty!” I bucked, my pussy clenching as my friend’s hand lingered on my ass after her last spanking. She stroked my burning bottom, She brushed the end of the butt plug. Her fingers pushed it deeper into me.
The pleasure burst out of my core. I groaned and gasped as it merged with the heat burning my ass and became something intense, something wonderful. More than an orgasm. A punishmentgasm. My pussy clenched and my bowels writhed about the butt plug. My braid flew about my head as I thrashed. The bliss drowned my mind in cum.
I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was. Amazing. I took my discipline like a good girl and was rewarded with such bliss.
No wonder Mom was such a submissive to Daddy. This was awesome.
“Oh, Daddy, yes,” I moaned. “I’m so sorry for being so bad. I’ll be so good from now on. I’ll do whatever you said.”
“Yes,” moaned Sun, her hands rubbing at the crotch of her hot pants, digging it into her pussy. “Be a good girl for your Daddy. He’s such a strong hunk. Oh, yes. I wish you were my Dad, Mr. Johnson.”
“Sun gave you a reward,” Daddy said, his rough hands stroking my ass. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sun,” I breathed.
“I think you really need to show your thankfulness,” Daddy said. “Sun gave you pleasure. So you need to give it back to her in return.”
I almost blurted out, “What?” But that would be disobedient. And I wasn’t. I was a good girl. “I will, Daddy.” I looked at my friend. “I..I don’t know how.”
“I think you do. What did I do to you Sunday night?”
“Loved my body.” I stared at my friend. She trembled, shuddering, on the verge of cumming. “I can do that.”
“Good,” Daddy groaned.
I slid off his lap and moved to my friend. She didn’t fight as we sank down to the floor. She spread out on her back as I pushed up her Shirt. I exposed those small bumps of her budding breasts, her nipples so dark and hard, not pink like mine. I circled one with a finger, trembling. Daddy’s eyes were on me.
Men liked watching girls together. I was thanking Sun but also pleasing Daddy.
I leaned over and sucked on her nipple. She gasped as I circled her nub with my tongue. I remembered all the wonderful things Daddy did to my tit last night and I reciprocated. I sucked and nibbled. My hand cupped her other bump, brushing her nipple, making her squirm and gasp.
“Oh, wow, Melody,” she groaned. “This is…I can’t believe… Oh, yes, I’m so wet.”
“That’s it. Thank her with your mouth, your hands,” groaned Daddy.
He stripped in the corner of my eye, revealing his muscular chest, barbwire tattooed across his muscles, a naked woman kneeling with a chain and collar about her neck on his upper arm. He looked like a biker without his dress shirt on. Then he shoved off his pants and boxers. His cock sprang out.
“Oh, wow,” gasped Sun. “He’s so huge. He fucks you with that big thing?”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned as I kissed over to her other nipple.
Sun squirmed beneath me as I nibbled and pleasured her. She gasped and squirmed, undulating, growing more and more excited. And so was I. My pussy dripped. My head swam with the naughty lust of making love to my best friend for Daddy’s pleasure.
I was so wicked. So wild. I kept clenching down on my butt plug, savoring the pleasure as my tongue circled Sun’s nub. My hands stroked her naked side and stomach, reaching for her short-shorts. I had to push them off. I had to eat her pussy like Daddy ate mine.
I kissed down her stomach, her flesh so hot on my lips. My fingers unsnapped her shorts. She lifted her hips, eager for the pleasure, as I pulled down her shorts and underwear in one go. Her pussy appeared and it was bare. I gasped. I knew she had pubic hair.
“You shaved it?”
She nodded her head. “I…I…I hoped to seduce your dad. Older man…they like…girls to be bare down there.”
“Do they, Daddy?”
“I was going to having you shaved,” he grinned as he knelt behind me. “A nice, bare twat. Just like your mother. Now lick her. Thank her with that pretty mouth. Make her cum, slut.”
“Yes, yes. I’m your good, slutty girl, Daddy.”
I buried my face in my friend’s pussy. I had tasted my own the last few days. Daddy loved to have me suck his fingers clean of my juices or to kiss him after he went down on me. I tasted tart, but Sun tasted spicy.
I licked through her shaved folds, her pussy slit so tight. She gasped and groaned, humping against me. I probed into her slit, brushing the folds, struggling to remember how Daddy pleased me. He licked me everywhere.
But especially my clit.
Her little nub was buried in the thick, plump lips of her vulva. I had to spread her apart to find it. But when I did, I attacked it. I licked it and made my friend moaned and gasp. It was so hot, so naughty. I wiggled my hips, my excitement growing again. Juices trickled down my thighs.
Daddy sensed my need and, being a loving father, answered it.
“Daddy!” I gasped into my friend’s pussy as a hard, thick cock plunged deep into my pussy. I moaned and squirmed, wiggling my hips. My pussy clenched down on his girth. I shuddered and undulated, grinding back on him.
“He’s fucking you!” gasped Sun. “Holy shit, he’s fucking your pussy. Your dad is fucking your pussy. Oh, my god. This is so hot.”
Sun humped her pussy into my face, getting wetter and wetter while Daddy fucked me from behind. I groaned and clenched down on the butt plug every thrust. With it buried into my asshole, I felt so full. His balls smacked my clit with meaty thwacks and his groin slammed into my burning, well-spanked ass.
A reminder that I had been naughty.
I sucked on my friend’s clit, my fingers exploring her wet pussy’s delicious folds. I brushed her hymen guarding the entrance of her pussy. I groaned, shuddering in delight as I probed through a small hole in the membrane, wiggling into her untouched depths.
“Oh, that’s so hot,” Sun moaned, her fingers pulling on her hard, brown nipples. “Melody, yes, yes. This is so hot. And your dad. Such a stud. Fuck her. Fuck your daughter. She keeps moaning about my clit. Oh, yes. I…I…”
“Are you going to cum, slut?” growled Daddy.
“I am,” she moaned. “Yes, yes. Your daughter’s mouth is so hot. I…I…”
“Cum, slut. Cum like the naughty, filthy whore you are.”
My friend’s thighs squeezed on my head as she came. She thrashed, humping against me while her spicy juices flowed out into my mouth and her pussy clenched on my finger. It was so hot. I abandoned her clit to lick up her cream, loving how it felt in my mouth.
“I made you cum,” I gasped.
“You did,” she moaned. “Oh, wow, that was so much better than humping my pillow.”
“And are you about to cum, slut? Is Daddy’s little girl about to erupt on his cock?”
“Uh-huh, Daddy,” I moaned. “May I? May I please cum on your big, thick cock?”
His hand squeezed my burning ass. The sharp flare of pain shot to my pussy. I clenched down on his cock while my bowels squeezed on the butt plug. It was so wonderful. I was on the verge of another explosion.
“May I cum, Daddy!” I screamed. “I’m so sorry for being a naughty girl. I’ll be so good! Please, please, let me cum!”
“Yes,” he growled. “Cum, my little slut.”
Daddy rammed his dick into my depths.
The pleasure exploded out of me.
I moaned and tossed back my head. My braid danced across my supple back as I rocked into Daddy’s thrust. My pussy and bowels went wild, writhing about the shafts filling me. I shuddered, my vision fuzzing.
“Cum in me, Daddy,” I moaned as my pleasure reached its peak. I trembled, needing to feel that hot flood shoot into me.
But instead he ripped out of my cunt. He stroked his wet cock, moving around. “Kneel. Put your faces together.”
Sun and I scrambled to obey. We pressed our cheeks together, staring up at him. I smiled. I knew Sun was, too. Daddy’s cock was right before our faces. He groaned, stroking his dic faster and faster, his hand sliding up and down his shaft lube by my pussy juices.
“My good, little sluts,” Daddy groaned, his muscles tensing.
We both gasped as his hot, salty jizz splashed across our faces. Thick, hot stripes painted us as Daddy stroked himself. His chest heaved. He grunted with each blast. More and more hot jizz covered us, our foreheads, our cheeks, his cream landed even in our hair. Salty jizz ran over my lips. I licked it.
Then Sun and I both moaned and kissed each other, sharing his cum. Our tongue licked, both of us hungry for the seed. We licked at each other’s faces, cleaning each other, our lips brushing for quick, jizz-filled kisses before we quested for more of his spunk.
Daddy watched us with hungry eyes.
When we finished cleaning each other up, Sun looked up at my Daddy. “Can I be your good girl, too, sir?”
His smile grew. “Why don’t you and Melody have a slumber party on Friday. And you can stay all day Saturday. Maybe even for the entire weekend.”
We both squealed and shared another cum-filled kiss. I couldn’t wait for Friday night.
I stood in front of the mirror and I had to admit I didn’t look too bad for a forty-four year old woman. My frizzy black hair hung just below my shoulders and I wore a simple gold chain around my neck, shiny against my skin and in stark contrast with my dark eyes. The V-neck of my silky red dress pointed to the cleavage between my breasts, which aren’t huge but large enough to get a look or two, and the only makeup I wore was a bit of lipstick to match the dress.
I’d kept myself in good shape the last few years since my divorce and people often think I’m eight or ten years younger. I’m about five-seven, thin with a nice rump to go along with my tits, and the dress clung to my curves. I was getting ready to go to a New Year’s Eve party at a house three doors down the street. It had been a tradition on our block for many years and the tradition had continued even as children grew up and families moved away. My ex-husband and I hosted the party in our house a few years ago before our divorce. I don’t know as many people in the neighborhood as I used to so the parties are a good way to keep in touch and meet new people. I’d be going to the party alone as I had been since my divorce. I’d had a few relationships since then, but nothing serious or long-term. I enjoyed my freedom after so many years of marriage, much of which was not so great.
My name is Danielle, my friends call me Dani. I live alone in the same old house and my two children are grown and gone. My son Greg is twenty-four and is in the Navy stationed two thousand miles away, so I don’t see him much these days; I just get emails and the occasional phone call. My daughter Jessica is twenty-two and is married to a cop; they live about an hour away and we see each other on holidays and birthdays.
I made one final series of poses before the mirror, turning this way and that and decided I was ready for presentation. It was about ten p.m. and time to go. I usually would go a little after ten and then leave shortly after midnight. Long enough but not too long.
I walked down the street to the party at the Fullers’ house. The Fullers, Bob and Jean, were a wonderful couple, very active and one of the oldest families on the block. Their kids were all in their thirties and this was at least the third time they had hosted the party that I could remember. They greeted me instantly when I entered and made me feel welcome as always. Holiday music was playing, the house was still decorated and the Christmas tree in the corner reached all the way up to the nine foot ceiling. Bob handed me a glass of white wine and I began chatting with a few neighbors I knew, and then was introduced to a new couple that had moved in a few months before. But I won’t dwell on that part of the evening because it doesn’t really relate to the story I want to tell.
I’d been at the party almost an hour when I heard a male voice call out to me. “Hey, Miss Dani!” he said. I looked in the direction of the kitchen and walking toward me was a young, familiar face, although I hadn’t seen him for a few years.
“Jackie?” I asked. “Is that you?”
A big grin spread across his handsome face. Jackie’s family had lived across the street from us until his parents separated and divorced when he was fifteen or sixteen. His father had always been kind of an ass but Jackie was always a sharp and witty kid and he was close to my kids when they were younger. His mother and I had been very close up until she later remarried and moved away once Jackie graduated high school.
“Yes. Well, it’s Jack nowadays,” he said with a smile, as we hugged.
I laughed and said, “Okay, Jack.”
Jack was about five-eleven with medium-length blond hair, baby-blue eyes and a couple days of sandy fuzz on his strong chin and face. He was broad-shouldered with long sinewy arms, but the rest of his body was thin and wiry. He always was athletic and played soccer and baseball in high school. He wore blue jeans and a red casual shirt with the collar unbuttoned. He had a thin gold chain around his neck as well.
“So what are you doing here?” I asked. “I thought you moved away and would never come back to this place.” When he had left after high school it was to attend the state university about three hours away.
“I’m visiting a buddy for a few days. I visited my Mom in Florida for Christmas, and then I came up here. The school’s closed over the holidays and I go back the week after next. I saw Mr. Fuller in the library and he invited me. So here I am.”
“Really….where’s you’re buddy?”
“He had some big date planned with his girlfriend.”
“So you came to party with the old folks?”
“Yeah, I thought it might be fun to see who was still around. Plus I didn’t want to be driving around too much on New Year’s Eve. You know what I mean?”
“Yes, I do, and I think that’s smart of you. When the neighborhood started these parties years ago it was to give everybody somewhere to go without having to go anywhere.”
I looked at Jack’s eyes and they were a bit bloodshot so I knew it was a good decision on his part, although he seemed okay to me. I sipped the last of the wine from my glass and he took it from me. He returned in a moment with two glasses.”
“A toast,” he said, “to Miss Dani, always the hottest mom in the neighborhood.”
I blushed, a bit surprised and flattered by his comment, but I drank. “Okay, cut him off,” I said, “He must be drunk.”
We laughed to ourselves and for the next half hour continued to talk and reminisce about the old days in the neighborhood. I found I was very relaxed with him and was enjoying our conversations and recollections much more than mingling with the older folks. When we had about finished our wine he surprised me again.
“Want to get high?” he asked me.
“What? Jack, are you kidding? Behave yourself. It’s been years since I did that kind of stuff. I don’t think the Fullers would appreciate us lighting up in their house.”
“What the hell, it’s New Year’s Eve,” he said, pulling a joint out of his shirt pocket. “We’re not driving, so come on.”
I just laughed at him. He grinned wide and said, “Look, I’m slipping out the back. In a minute pretend like you’re going to the bathroom and then go out back and I’ll wait for you behind the tool shed. It’s nice and secluded back there. See you in a minute.” Then he was gone.
I shook my head and knew I probably shouldn’t. But I also knew I would.
When he saw me walking toward the shed he lit it up. He took a deep hit and when I got to him he handed it to me and I did the same. We traded back and forth a couple times without saying anything. I was the first to speak.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.
“Feels good though, doesn’t it?” he said.
I had to admit it did.
“Remember that time you had the New Year’s Party at your house? When was that, six, seven years ago?” he asked.
I remembered it well. At a little after midnight I had gone upstairs to check on the kids and found Jackie and my daughter in the middle of something naughty.
“Oh, I remember it all right. I remember going upstairs to check on you kids and saw you with your favorite body part in my daughter’s mouth!”
“Ah shit, you knew about that?” he exclaimed, sounding embarrassed in the dark. “Jessie never told me you knew.”
“I spoke to her about it. I knew you were both pretty good kids so I tried not to overreact.”
“What happened was Jessie asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I said a blowjob, you know, just kidding around. But she said okay so I just went along with it.”
“Can’t blame you there, I guess,” I said, inhaling deep. “That’s right, I forgot. Your birthday is…”
“Tomorrow,” he interrupted. “January first.” He looked at his watch which glowed in the dark. “In about twenty minutes I’ll turn twenty-one. A consenting adult!”
“Oh shit, we better get back in there,” I said. We both took a couple quick hits and finished the joint.
“So, do I get a new year’s kiss at twelve o’clock?” he asked.
“Ya never know,” I said. We then walked to separate doors to reenter the house. — Back in the house we kept our distance for a few minutes. I got another glass of wine although I didn’t really need it. Just before twelve the countdown started, then the ball dropped and ‘Auld Lang Syne’ filled the speakers. Everybody started giving out kisses and before long Jack headed for me. I had to be careful here.
Jack marched up to me, said ‘Happy New Year’ and pressed his lips to mine. As I expected his lips parted and here came his tongue. My lips were slightly parted but I stopped his tongue with my teeth.
“Whoa, down boy,” I said, gently pushing him back. “You want to start a scandal? All these busybodies in here tonight, we don’t want to give them anything to talk about.”
“Sorry, Miss Dani, I just…”
“Call me Dani.”
“Okay, sorry Dani. I just always thought about what it would be like to kiss you.” He reached back into his pocket and pulled out another joint. He held it so only I could see it and with a sheepish grin said, “Wanna go out back again?”
I smiled and shook my head. As I was looking around I said, “Do you have a car?” He said that he did. “Okay, look. I’m going to say my goodbyes and leave. In about a half hour you leave and drive away. Park your car a couple blocks over and walk to my house. The porch light will be out but knock on the door and I’ll let you in you’ll get your kiss then. And bring that with you.” I squeezed his hand and left him standing there. —
Back in my house, I went back to my bedroom and stood before the mirror. I debated whether to keep the red dress on because it did look fine, but decided against it. I took it off and hung it up and stripped naked. In the bathroom I shaved and cleaned myself really well; I wanted to be ready for anything with the birthday boy. Then I reapplied my red lipstick, which if the kid showed up would be transferred to his lips and perhaps other parts of his body. I put on a dark pink satin robe which came down to just above my knees and fit snugly, showing off my body even better than the dress. I combed my hair but with my curls there’s only so much I could do.
I went down to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine and then took them into the living room and put them on the coffee table. I also brought a small saucer since there are no ashtrays in my house. I turned on the stereo and tuned to an easy jazz station that was playing non-stop music all night, and then I sat back on the sofa and sipped my wine. I felt truly loose and relaxed, partly because of the wine and weed but also because of what I hoped was about to come. It wasn’t long before I heard a light tapping at the door.
I let him in and closed the door quickly behind him and locked it.
“Happy New Year, Dani,” he said.
“Happy Birthday, Jack,” I replied.
“You look really great!”
“Thanks,” I said. “I poured us some wine. Come sit on the sofa with me. We sat down and I picked up the glasses and handed one to Jack at my left. “I’d like to make a toast to the New Year’s kiss you are going to be getting soon.” We clinked our glasses and drank. “And to the birthday kiss after that!” I added and we drank again.
Jack lit up the joint and we traded tokes. I was getting happily buzzed. I turned halfway toward him as we smoked and sipped our wine. He told me about college and how he’d be staying in the area until a week from Sunday when he would head back to school. It was now Thursday January first so he’d be leaving on the eleventh.
When the joint was done Jack put it on the saucer and I took a sip of wine. Then I said, “So Jack, are you ready for your New Year’s kiss?”
He nodded and I scooted close to him and moved my head toward his. He leaned into me and I gripped the back of his head with my right hand and pulled him to me. Our lips met and I plunged my tongue into his young mouth. He sucked me into him; our tongues did a spongy dance, exploring. He put his arms around me and pulled me tight, his left hand moving to my right breast as our mouths fucked. Maybe it was his age, maybe it was my need, but it was electric and goose pimples covered my arms, a sexier kiss I never had. It was soft and deep. After a long time we parted. His hand stayed on my breast for a second or two and then he lowered it to my hip and kept it there.
I turned a little more to my left and scooted closer still. My right hand was still behind his head. I said, “Now for your birthday kiss,” and pulled him close again with both hands. This kiss was hard and forceful. I pressed my body to his and mashed my breasts into his chest. My tongue was halfway down his throat, both his hands were wrapped in my hair and massaging my scalp. This kiss, like the first one, went on and on. The fierceness of it began to subside, became gentler, and as it did I slowly moved my hand down his body, to his shoulder, to his chest, to his side, and then finally between his legs where I felt his hardness. Even through the thick denim I could feel that he was large.
We parted our lips and I looked him in the eye. With my hand on his member I asked, “Are you ready for your birthday present, Jack?” He nodded and I started massaging him. “No one can ever find out about this. You know how people gossip around here. They’d have a field day with it.” He said he’s a consenting adult and it was our secret.
I moved the coffee table over and knelt in front of him. I unhooked and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his ass and I pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I couldn’t believe the size of the piece of meat he’d been hiding in his pants!
“Jesus Christ, Jack!” I blurted, “Look at the size of that thing!” He giggled and my wide-open eyes must have looked like saucers. I looked at his cock as it rested on his body pointing toward his chest, completely hiding his navel. It was the largest cock I’d seen and fat too. “How long is that fucking thing?” I asked.
“Nine and a half inches,” he said. “An old girlfriend measured it.”
“Well, damn boy, it looks like we’re both getting a present tonight!”
I moved in close between his legs and slid my hands under his butt. I kissed his balls and took them gently into my mouth. I ran my tongue along the long shaft. I rose up higher on my knees so I could put my mouth around his gorgeous circumcised cock. Jack was moving it subtly deeper into my mouth but I was taking it slow. I had deep-throated guys before but none were packing heat like this. I sucked him and rocked my head up and down, taking in a little more with each move, his hands again immersed in my curls. My right index finger was still lubed and he let out with a loud groan as I inserted the whole finger into his ass in one quick thrust. We continued our lusty three-way rhythm, my mouth, his cock and my finger. I took more and more of his rod into my throat, six inches, six and a half inches, seven inches, as I continued to finger-fuck his asshole.
I felt his cock swell in my mouth so I knew he was about to blow. I backed off so that I just had a couple inches in my mouth but I increased the speed of my finger. He moaned louder, he moaned faster, “Fuck I’m gonna come,” he hissed loudly. I rammed my finger in as far and as hard as I could and squeezed his ass cheek with my other hand. With a raucous grunt he started to come and my lips gripped his shaft with a cushioned strength and held on through seven or eight violent spasms as he emptied his hot, oily load into my mouth. When he stopped quaking and I was pretty sure he was done I took my mouth away and moved up onto him and with a mouthful of his cum I kissed him with open lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth. We kissed deep, our tongues skiing on a slippery slope, his mouth now slick with his own juice. We swallowed while still enmeshed, and only then did I pull my finger out of his ass.
I lay back on the sofa. “Phew. Happy birthday, kid,” I said. “Sorry I couldn’t take it all in. I tried.”
“You kidding? That was fucking unbelievable! You are fucking unbelievable! And you did take most of it, all but an inch maybe, I was watching. More than anybody else ever did, anyway, and what a fucking turn-on watching you. And if I hadn’t started to come I bet you would have gotten it all. You wore me out.”
I leaned forward and took a sip of wine and then turned to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. I started unbuttoning his shirt and said, “Let’s get this thing off of you. No man should have to eat pussy with his shirt on.”
He flung his shirt on a chair and yanked off his pants which were still at his ankles. He stood before me and bent down to kiss me, our tongues doing a quick pirouette. I opened my robe and with his red lips he worked his way southward over my naked body, pausing to kiss and lick and nibble and suck my nipples, then he traced his tongue over my tummy as he lowered himself onto his knees before me. He reached over and grabbed a pillow from the end of the couch.
“Lift up,” he said softly, and I raised my ass. He slid the cushion under me to give himself total access. I was already sopping wet.
He placed his hands on my sides just below my hips. He kissed my left thigh for a moment, then the right. His face moved close to my crotch. I felt his warm breath on my clit. His tongue licked my lips and toyed with the rim of my ass. I let out with a yelp when his tongue dove into my asshole, deep and brief. He inserted his tongue again and I whimpered helplessly as he wiggled it around and gently sucked for a few seconds before pulling out. I thought to myself, this kid is okay. He eats his own cum and now he’s tonguing my ass.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Oh yes, Jack,” I wailed. “Eat my ass, boy. Suck my wet cunt. Eat me.”
He had no sooner slipped his tongue back up my ass when I came in a seismic rush, my fluids gushing into his face, my body spasms uncontrolled.
“Oh my God,” I said as I shook.
Jack moved his mouth to my pussy, his strong tongue slithering in, exploring my marshy tunnel. Then his lips surrounded my swollen clit as his tongue continued its investigation. I felt his finger glide into my ass an inch, and then back out. Back in another half inch, and then back out. Again, a little deeper. He repeated the process a few times until his entire finger was inserted in my anus. I tightened my sphincter around his finger and he wiggled it in response. His tongue kept licking and he kept his lips wrapped around my hard love button. Then he began to hum.
I moaned with the vibration radiating inside me. I screeched as he hummed louder. As his tongue skated in my pussy, his finger did somersaults in my ass and his mouth serenaded my clit. I cried out in a loud voice with every word I could remember from the unabridged edition of Dani’s Dirty Dictionary. Soon I came again, soaking his mouth and face with a fluming flow of my pent-up liquor. He drank me in.
Jack came up for air and said, “You taste good.”
“Fuck me Jack. Put that big fucking cock inside me.”
“Do I need a rubber?” he asked.
“No, it’s okay,” I replied. “Give it to me, boy. Give me that beautiful cock. Let me feel your hot cum inside me. Fuck me.” I swiveled so I was lying back on the seat of the sofa and Jack mounted me. I wrapped my fingers around his huge dick and guided it into my seeping slit. I felt him push it in and felt its girth against the walls of my pussy.
His mouth came to mine as he started a slow, gentle back-and-forth movement inside me. I rocked with him and put my hands behind his neck.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he said to me. “You have no idea how many times I fantasized about fucking you.”
I pulled his mouth to mine. We started slow and easy, then built up speed and force. We fucked and our lips never parted, our tongues bucking and our mouths sucking. His finger found its way back into my ass so I made sure mine found his. Our bodies picked up more speed and intensity as our fingers and tongues and Jack’s cock found greater depth. I came once and Jack’s mouth muffled my scream, but he continued to bash my gash for another couple of minutes until he released his fresh payload with a long primitive grunt and a spasmodic orgasm. He shook on top of me as I felt the warm rush of his semen deep inside and I immediately came again.
He stayed on top of me for a moment and we kissed while his size lessened inside me. When he pulled out he lowered his head to my breasts and sucked my swollen nipples for a minute and I ran my fingers through his thick blond hair. Finally he sat back on the sofa. I rose up, tightened my robe around me and sat up beside him. I picked up my glass of wine and sat back.
“Wow,” I said, sipping the wine and stretching my legs out. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.”
Jack pulled on his jeans and zipped them up but didn’t fasten them. He picked up his shirt and pulled another joint out of the pocket. He tossed the shirt back on the chair. He sat next to me shirtless and lit it up. He took a couple hits and handed it to me. I shrugged and took it.
“I don’t really need any more of this,” I said, “I feel too good already.” But I thought so far so good, and I went with it.
In between tokes I refilled our glasses. As we recovered we sipped our wine and talked. He asked me about my job in real estate and I reminded him again how important it was that no one find out about this because it could affect my job; nobody gossips more than real estate agents. He told me about life as a history major and his on-and-off girlfriend who was Honduran and bisexual. He told me how he had been in three-ways with her and her roommate and how turned-on he’d get when he’d see both of them go at it. He asked me if I ever had sex with women and I told him yes, I had experimented some in recent years. I didn’t tell him that his mother was one of the experiments.
After a while he reached to me with both hands and pulled my robe wide open. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I love to look at your body,” was all he said.
I edged closer and ran my right hand over his bare chest, smeared with lipstick. “I like looking at yours too,” I said.
He pulled me close with one hand and palmed my tit with the other and we mashed our open mouths together and kissed. My hand went to his crotch. He pinched my nipple and squeezed my hair into his fist and I rubbed his cock and balls and felt it grow again in my grip. I went for his zipper with both hands and yanked his pants open. I took his pole into my mouth and massaged his balls. I sucked him with a wolfish force I never knew I had and he made animal sounds and I felt him bloat in my mouth. After a minute I backed off and looked at Jack’s face.
“I’m going to take it all,” I said.
“Oh yeah. Oh God, do it.”
“Okay, here goes.” I took a deep breath and opened my throat as wide as I could and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and in one slow steady movement enveloped all of him into my mouth and throat.
“You are so fucking hot,” I heard Jack say.
I came up for breath and then went deep three more times in order to give Jack a good show. His cock was nice and fat so I climbed up on his lap facing him and with my right hand steered his pecker into my soggy slot and I began moving my body up and down. He arced his body with each push, shoving his cock into me with his hands on my hips to guide us. After seven or eight jolts he ejaculated into me and I squirted myself shortly thereafter. We kissed briefly before I lifted off of him.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, and I didn’t even bother to retie my robe. I walked to the bathroom with Jack’s cum dripping down my inner thigh.
When I returned I walked up behind the sofa and put my hands on Jack’s bare shoulders and massaged them a bit, then the sides and back of his neck. He rotated his head as I did so.
“Ah, that feels good,” he said.
I leaned over and ran my hands over his chest and stomach and whispered in his ear, “Would you like me to give you a birthday massage?” He said yes of course and I told him to follow me. The kid was going to make it into my bedroom.
While Jack was in the bathroom I spread a heavy blanket over the bedspread, lighted a couple candles, dimmed the lights and got out the oil. The bathroom door opened and he reentered the room naked. I pointed at the bed and said, “On your belly, boy.”
I started with his head and worked my way down his back. I used the oil liberally and spent extra time on his ass. He moaned as I spread his cheeks and ran my tongue up and down his crack. Then I stuck my tongue into his asshole, in and out a few times and he moaned some more, louder. I poured oil into his crack and pushed my finger into his ass and kept it in there for thirty seconds or so, moving it around as much as I could.
“Does that feel good?”
“Oh yes, yes,” he said.
“I want to massage every part of you,” I said.
I did his legs one at a time and told him to flip over. I massaged his arms and chest first, and then lowered to his stomach. I got as low as his navel and made sure I bumped his half-turgid penis several times. I worked around it to his upper thighs as he oohed and aahed. I enjoyed watching it grow before my eyes. I rushed my way through his legs so I could return to that beautiful cock which was now at full salute and hard as a rock.
I couldn’t resist sucking him again so I took it in my mouth as I kneaded his balls. I sucked gently at first then opened my throat and took it all in slowly so Jack could see, then pulled back and did it again. I could feel his scrotum tighten so I stopped.
I took the oil and filled the palm of my hand. I cupped his balls and massaged the oil in, then took his cock in one hand and poured more oil and started rubbing his shaft up and down. When it was nice and smooth and greasy I started sliding my hand up and down a little faster. I stared at his manhood, diligent in my work. Jack let out with a guttural sigh and continued assorted whimpers and moans as I jerked him off. After about thirty seconds he uttered a wailing grunt and shot his jizz over his stomach and chest in four quick spurts. I turned to look at him and his eyes were already glued to mine. Bit by bit I scooped up his sperm from his body and dabbed it into my mouth.
After a moment he sat up and he kissed me. He started unwrapping my robe and said, “Take this off, it’s your turn.” And I did.
I lay on my back and said, “Do my front first. I want to see you.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said, and grabbed the oil with his dick flopping around.
He dripped oil onto my chest and shoulders. He rubbed my temples and the sides of my face first, and then my neck and shoulders. He massaged my breasts and then lowered his mouth to my right nipple and gently kissed, then licked, then pinched with his teeth; then he repeated the pattern on my left side. As he moved south he rubbed my stomach and as I had, skirted the middle and moved to the lower part of my body.
“You have sexy legs,” he said when he was feeling his way back up.
My eyes were closed and I was half in a dream when I felt his fingers enter me, massaging the inside of my pussy. It wasn’t long before his tongue joined the party. I let out with a squeak and pushed my groin to his face. I moaned as I gyrated, trying to feel with every tiny sensor inside me. In a minute he pulled out of me and I bemoaned with the loss. But he was hard again and quickly mounted me. In no time he had his whole cock inside me and I have to tell you, he was slinging it pretty good. We both fell into a fast, hard tempo and I sucked his cock with my cunt. I was going to squeeze another load out of him if I had to.
I didn’t have to. We fucked hard for couple minutes, grunting in unison with the rhythm of our rut and then I felt Jack tense up so I knew he was close. Sure enough then I felt his first spasm and with that my surge started. I came in a flash just as he discharged into me, and we both let out with a yell and rocked and rolled in simultaneous orgasm.
He rolled off and lay down next to me, spent.
“Goddamn!” was all he said.
“Boy, I think you’re about to kill me with that thing of yours,” I said. His hand was resting on my leg so I grabbed his hand and held it.
We didn’t say anything for a while. Then I rolled over onto my belly and said, “Okay. Now do my back.”
He knelt beside me and poured some oil on my back, rubbing it into my shoulders and arms and gradually down my back. He moved to my legs and stroked the back of my thighs and calves liberally with the oil and slid his hands up and down from my ankles to the brim of my bottom.
He slid off the bed and onto the floor and kissed the tops of my feet and licked my insteps. I felt my sex sizzle when he sucked each of my toes one at a time. Then he spread my legs and moved up between them on his knees. Then I felt the warm oil being softly poured over my ass.
“Now for the best part,” Jack said.
He kneaded me softly at the base of my spine and around my butt cheeks, squeezing hard intermittently between his soft caresses and pinches. He kept it up for a while, teasing me by avoiding my crack. So I just enjoyed it, knowing he’d get there. It was worth the wait.
First I felt his warm breath, and then his silvery tongue as it traced along my long dark cleft. He spread me apart and his tongue pranced around the rim of my asshole making me squeal with anticipation. When he inserted his tongue I bucked with pleasure and he took his time tasting the innards of my ass.
When he finally withdrew I immediately felt an oily finger dive into my hole, then it was gone. Then in, then out, then in and out again. Then again and again. My groans became louder with each plunge.
I gripped the blanket tightly in both fists and screamed into the pillow when I felt two fingers power deep into my dusky pit and pull outward, stretching my bunghole to never-known widths and holding it spread. Then a third finger got into the act, massaging me, extending me.
“Jack…” I rasped.
He removed his fingers and quickly sprung up atop me onto my back. I felt the hardness of his upright organ pressing against my rear.
Jack put his mouth to my ear and whispered. “I’m ready, Dani. Are you ready Dani? You ready for my cock in your ass?”
“Damn boy, I believe you are trying to kill me!” I said. But I wanted it.
“That’s the best birthday gift I could ever have. To ram my cock into Miss Dani’s sweet tight ass. All of the times I fantasized about you, about kissing you, about making love to you, about putting my dick into you. And tonight it’s all coming true.” The whole time he was talking he was grinding me from behind.
He put his tongue into my left ear and then he sucked my earlobe. His lips moved to my cheek and I turned my head closer so our lips would meet. It was a tasty, soft kiss.
“Yes,” I said softly.
He kissed me again and then moved back off of me and I felt his stiff rod drag off me at the same time. I felt his fingers applying some more oil to my hole and then I heard him slather some onto himself. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass for him. Soon I felt his dick against my opening, and he pushed with cushioned force. I felt the tip enter me.
“Ugh…” I grunted.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Fuck me, boy.” I breathed deeply. “Fuck me good.”
He did. We slowly found a tender rhythm. I moved my ass in conjunction with his motions, and with each stab his lode eased deeper into the shaft. I rubbed my clit with my right hand trying to get off as he poked my behind. It felt huge inside me. I couldn’t imagine taking any more.
“How you doing?” I asked.
“I’m fine, how are you?” he said.
I had to laugh. This kid has his twenty-one year old dick in my forty-four year old ass and he wants to make conversation. “No. How are we doing?”
“Halfway there,” he said.
“Oh Lord Jesus,” I said.
“It’s okay,” he said. He picked up the pace and I went with it. “I’m fucking your ass, Dani. I used to dream about it. You are so fuckin’ hot. I’m gonna shoot my dirty cum into your hot sweet ass.”
“Fuck my dirty ass!” I said, louder than necessary.
Then in one quick hard shove he hammered it home. It felt like somebody shoved a tree trunk up my ass. I let out with a scalding yell but he kept Jack-hammering me. It was painful at first, but as he kept sticking me over and over my body adjusted and his cock started to glide inside me. Then the pain was a memory and my body quaked and then erupted, spewing a hot puddle of my secretion onto the blanket beneath me. Jack kept pelting me from behind until a minute later when I felt his warm sweet syrup discharge into my ass.
After a few seconds he kissed the back of neck several times and then he backed himself out. He rolled onto his back and so did I. We were too exhausted to speak. The last thing I remember was glancing at the clock on the nightstand and seeing that it was ten after five in the morning. — I woke up at eleven with that 21 year old on the bed next to me. He was lying on top of the blanket sleeping peacefully with a huge erection. Now I had a decision to make. I had two options. One, I could get up, take a shower, get dressed and when he awoke we would say our awkward goodbyes; or two, I could suck that beautiful cock. I went with option number two.
I put my lips around that boy’s pecker and went down. He woke up right away and I felt his fingers combing through my hair. Then he maneuvered himself around so his head was between my legs and we were doing a 69. I felt his kisses on my thighs and his tongue once again teased my ass. Then he buried his face in my snatch and ate me. I whimpered with his dick in my mouth as he chowed down. I found it hard to finish what I had started because of the pleasure I was feeling and my imminent gush that was soon to come. I pinched his head between my thighs tightly and squeezed and propelled my cunt harder into his face. He sucked my clit hard and deep into his mouth.
“I’m coming, oh shit. Here it comes, baby. It’s gonna be big, get ready baby…” I moaned.
I screamed over and over as I let loose my wall of juice. Jack kept his head plastered to my pussy and squeezed my ass like he was riding a bronco and didn’t want to fall off. His cock muted my howls. When I stopped shuddering he whirled around and was on top of me in an instant and he shoved his throbbing cock into my trembling twat and started ferociously trying to bang the bottom out of me.
His face and his hair in front were soaked with my spray. I ran my long fingers through his hair as he fucked me. After a while he slowed, pacing himself. I removed my hands from his head and put two fingers in his mouth. He sucked me as he fucked me. I moved my groin with him. Our eyes were locked. With my fingers in his mouth I pulled his face to mine and we shared our first kiss of the new day, tender and deep and long, and my tongue licked my nectar from his. Finally I pulled away.
“When I ran into you last night I never suspected you liked old pussy so much,” I said.
“I like yours. Soon as I saw you I wanted you,” he said.
“Jack…” I breathed. “Do me a favor.”
“My ass.” I gave him a quick hard kiss. “Fuck my ass again. I want to watch you fuck my ass.”
He withdrew and leaned over and picked up the oil. He rubbed some on his cock and then slipped two fingers in my ass and lubed me. I spread my legs wide and enwrapped them around him. He pressed the head of his cock to my asshole.
“That’s it, baby. Shove that fuckin’ anaconda all the way up my fuckin’ ass. I want to feel your young cum inside my ass again.”
I stared at his face as he pushed his way in. It burned a little at first but it didn’t last long as he slowly slid in. Once he had a few inches in he started really fucking me. I massaged my clit and rocked with him and we were both bellowing as he screwed his way deeper and deeper. I saw lines of sweat on his forehead and above his upper lip and watched his pensive face as he concentrated on pummeling me. Here was this kid from the neighborhood, on his twenty-first birthday seriously buttfucking Miss Dani, that old hot mom from across the street, now his lover.
Jack started slamming me harder and faster, and it felt big, it felt hard and it felt tight, but his huge penis moved inside me with a velvety friction and damn child, did it feel good. I worked my hard clit hard, ready for him to blow his top so I could feel his warm creamy soup way back deep in my inky trench.
He grinded me, he banged me, his fingernails dug into my back as he flung his tough meat into me. Then he snorted like a bull in front of a red cape and emitted a long loud groan. His body convulsed with untamed tremors as he delivered his package and I felt those honeyed hot shots in the back of my ass.
After he came he continued to fuck me slowly, in and out, in and out, and I felt every inch of him as he glided back and forth. I squeezed his cock with the walls of my ass and he gave me his cute schoolboy smile. When his cock vacated my rectum he fell down on the bed beside me and I felt his cum dripping out of me. I reached down with my right hand and spooned some of it from the rim of my asshole and then playfully rubbed it into my breasts and onto my lips and teeth. Jack smiled again and kissed me.
I had my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest as we rested. I was hungry because I hadn’t eaten for eighteen hours so I told him I was going to take a shower first and then he could take his after me while I fixed us some food.
After my shower I threw on the same pink robe and headed to the kitchen. When Jack arrived he had on his jeans but no shirt. Breakfast was ready so I served it up: big plates of eggs, sausage, grits and toast with coffee and orange juice. We both ate ravenously and had a pleasant talk as we caught each other up on the families. I got the updates on his mom and sister Gina and he heard all about Greg and Jessie. I wondered, and I’m sure he did too, what they all would think if they knew what Jack and I were up to.
When we were done eating I picked up the dishes and began scraping them and putting them in the dishwasher while Jack finished his coffee and juice. After a few minutes of chit chat I was standing at the sink when I felt his arms surround me from behind. He buried his nose into my twisted hair, still damp from my shower, and he tenderly kissed my neck. His hands explored the front of my body briefly and then his left hand slipped under my robe and fondled my breast while his other hand settled on my bald pussy. I absorbed his kisses and savored his touch.
“Let’s go back to bed,” he whispered in my ear.
I turned to face him and he was naked; his jeans were in a heap on the floor. We kissed softly, his hands full of tit and ass. I reached below to find his cock and balls. He was already stiffening.
“Boy, I do believe you must be a sex maniac,” I said as I began stroking him.
“You’re turning me into one,” he said quietly, and then he filled my mouth with his tongue. We kissed with a buttery force, ready for more.
We pivoted around and I sat in the chair and he stood before me, his now rock-hard bazooka right in front of my face. I licked his balls and kissed his cock from end to end and I felt the tickle of his pubic hairs on my face. I flicked my tongue up and down the shaft and then I took him in my mouth and milked him gently, feeling him fatten.
I took my mouth off and stood up. I walked three steps and opened a drawer and pulled out a tape measure, then sat back down.
“I got to measure this thing,” I said.
Jack laughed and then I sucked him again for ten or twelve seconds before taking my mouth off of him and then I held the tape along the side of his cock.
“Damn, boy,” I said. “You’re still growing!”
“Huh?” he asked.
I showed him the tape where I’d marked his length with my thumb. “You’re over nine and a half inches. Looks like a 9.6 or 9.7!… Aw hell, let’s round it up to ten!” He beamed and I tossed the tape onto the table and said, “And now I’m getting back to my creamy dessert.”
I took him back into my mouth and dug the fingers of both my hands deep into the crack of his ass. I sucked him with every muscle in my mouth, and I deep-throated him a few times too so he could watch that rod of his slip all the way in and out. Then I dipped my fingers into my wet pussy for a little lubrication. I put two fingers at the rim of his ass and wiggled the tips of them in. I started sucking harder, my other hand on his butt cheek. Then in one quick jolt I rammed my fingers into him. I felt the walls of his asshole reluctantly give and my fingers made it maybe a couple inches in. He screamed like a dying puma. I moved my fingers inside him, back and forth with an even pulse. I knew he was close so I moved my mouth to the tip of his penis and sucked that little hole with all my might. In a moment he yelled again and he shivered on wobbly legs and while in his throes he dumped another load of his heated seed into my mouth. I tasted his tang and then swallowed my dessert. He collapsed into the chair beside me.
“Jesus Christ, Dani!” he said loudly.
“What, no good?”
“What? Are you crazy? Incredible. Unbelievable.”
“What can I say, boy? Unh, unh, unh. Blowjobs in the kitchen. You’re turning me into a whore, Jack. What’s next, you gonna fuck me on the table?”
“I’ll fuck you anywhere you want,” he said, leaning over to kiss me and copping a feel at the same time. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
He went into the bathroom right off the kitchen and closed the door. I went back to the bedroom to wait for him. He knew the way.
I was naked on the bed when Jack entered the room holding up a joint.
“Last one!” he said. He stood before me with his long dong hanging and lit it up. He inhaled deeply, handed it to me and sat on the bed next to me. We sat on the bed and passed it back and forth and talked, and when it was used up Jack hopped up and went over to the bathroom and tossed it in the toilet.
He ran and jumped back into the bed, almost knocking it off the frame. We laughed and he took me in his arms and kissed me.
We made love all afternoon. We sucked and fucked in various positions, the highlight being me on my back with my legs up the wall and Jack facing the wall with his dick in my pussy. I had a nice view of his young tight ass on that one, not to mention it was easy to reach. He ate me, he kissed me, he licked me. He sucked my tits raw and had his way with my asshole, again shoving his massive member into my shadowy cave. I even took out a dildo and fucked him up the ass with it and although he howled a lot he took it like a champ.
Eventually we tired and took a break, perhaps briefly napping. At around 4:30 he said he had to get going soon because he had to get to his friend’s house because they had a little birthday dinner planned for him. He went to take a shower and after a couple minutes I couldn’t resist and I went into the bathroom and opened the door to the shower stall. I told him I wanted to help wash him and I did. But damn it, I went overboard and did too good a cleaning job on that cock of his and that boy fucked me again right there standing under the hot spray.
I washed myself quickly and got out to let him finish. I dried myself and threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt and went downstairs.
I poured a glass of water and laughed to myself as I picked up his pants from the kitchen floor and folded them. I went into the living room and picked up his shirt from a chair and his boxers from the floor and folded them too. I waited with his clothes in my lap. A minute later he came down the stairs naked. I handed him his clothes and told him to stay away. He laughed.
I watched him dress and I escorted him to the back door. It was now dark outside. We embraced and we kissed soft and deep.
“Goodbye, Jack. This was wonderful, I’m so glad you came over but no one can know about…”
“I know, I know,” he interrupted, “Don’t worry. Why would I want to screw everything up?” He paused and asked, “You sick of me yet? Can I come back?”
I kissed him hard. He’d said what I’d hoped he’d say, although I didn’t realize it until that moment.
“Tomorrow night,” I said. “Seven o’clock. I’ll fix you a belated birthday dinner. You know where to park, and walk here and don’t let anybody see you. This door will be open.” I kissed him again. “I’ll be waiting. Now go.”
With another quick peck on the lips and a squeeze of my hand he went out the door. —
The next afternoon I baked him a cake. I knew that boy loved chocolate so I made him a chocolate cake with chocolate icing. Then I took some banana icing and on top of the cake drew a giant erect penis and scrotum, making it as close to his actual size as I could. I even added a little spray of banana semen flowing out of it and a big JACK 21. I saved the extra icing because I thought we might be able to have some fun with it later on.
When I was fixing the dinner—grilled chicken, spinach and carrots—I sliced the last couple inches from the fat end good-sized carrot. I buttered it up and wedged it into my asshole for Jack to find. I threw the rest of the carrot into the pot.
I arranged a “picnic” in my living room. I set up the fireplace and spread a large quilt and some pillows on the floor in front of it. I set out wine and glasses and plates and napkins and silverware and put on some soft jazz music. I lit two candles and made sure the oil was handy.
I showered and cleaned myself inside and out and when I dried off I lubed myself and re-inserted my carrot. I only put on two pieces of clothing: very short blue jean cut-offs that showed off my legs, and a tight cream-colored t-shirt that showed off my nipples.
I poured a glass of wine and went into the kitchen to put the finishing touches on dinner. Right on time Jack knocked on the back door and let himself in. He entered the kitchen and I turned to greet him.
“Damn, you look great!” he said with enthusiasm and put his arms around me and we kissed. Quickly his hands started roaming to my ass and tits and I pushed him away.
“Control yourself, boy,” I said. “I cooked you a nice chicken dinner and baked you a cake, so I’m gonna feed you first. If you’re still hungry after that you can have me for dessert.Grab those vegetables and follow me.” I picked up the chicken and walked into the living room.
“What’s all this?” he asked.
“A picnic, Jack.”
I lighted the fire and Jack poured the wine. We drank and talked and laughed for a few minutes and then we uncovered the food and ate. I showed him his cake and he roared when he saw my artwork and we each ate one of his balls.
“Thank you, Dani,” he said, as we piled the dirty dishes on the bricks in front of the fireplace. Then he kissed me and added, “That was a great meal. But now I’m ready for dessert.”
We kissed again and he was all over me. He kissed my neck and sucked my tits through the cotton fabric of my shirt. His hand was in my crotch and he made me wet. He took my shirt off and laid me down and covered my breasts and flat belly with plush sucks and kisses. He ran his tongue across my stomach just above the belt line of my shorts. Then he started unzipping them.
“I’ve thought about you all day,” he said.
He yanked them off and started to go down on me. He kissed and licked my thighs and then he stopped.
“Hey, what’s that?” he asked, sounding afraid.
I cackled with laughter. “It’s a carrot.”
“A carrot?” He scrunched up his face in a surprised look.”
“Yeah. It’s saving your seat. I don’t have a butt plug.”
He shook his head and laughed. He slid a pillow under me and dove into me. He took a quick taste of my pussy and then yanked the carrot out of my ass with his teeth and spit it into the fire. He went back down and licked my ass for a short time and then got up on his knees and unbuttoned his shirt. Then he rolled onto his back and yanked his pants off. He wore no underwear and his cock looked immense on his lean body. He saw the oil and squirted some on me playfully before basting himself. Then he assfucked me.
We spent the next three and a half hours on the floor fucking. He ate banana icing off of my tits and out of my armpits. I sucked it off of his cock and licked it from the crack of his ass. He loved me like a lady and then fucked me like a dog. He dripped hot candle wax on my tits and tummy that gave me quick burns that made me squirt and then he buried his face into my pussy until I came again. When he slipped out the back door it was almost midnight and I had the taste of his cum in my mouth and a fresh load oozing from my asshole. I scraped the dried wax off of my body and threw it into the fire. I went to bed and slept like a rock. —
The next morning the phone rang and it was him. He told me he had woken up and masturbated while he fantasized about me. Then he proceeded to talk dirty and told me all the different ways he was going to Jack-hammer me when he saw me next. I’d never had phone sex before but I wasn’t hanging up. He said he was jerking off again right then as we spoke and asked if I was. I told him yes, and I did, and I had the soaked sweatpants to prove it.
Then he asked if could come over for a little while that night because he wanted to show me something. I said okay and he came right after dark. When I heard him slip in the backdoor I walked down the steps and met him in the walkway to the kitchen. We kissed and he took my hand and led me to the living room and then he turned on a lamp by the sofa and stood next to it. Then he dropped his drawers—no underwear—and damn if that boy hadn’t shaved off all his pubic hair! Every single strand was gone from his body, not even a short one left on his balls. I took that thing in my hand and looked at it really close, too. I started rubbing him and we kissed as he enlarged in my hands. That cock of his was now even more beautiful and looked even bigger as it stood pointing at his hairless chest. I just had to have it. I went to my knees and sucked it as Jack stood with his back against the living room wall. His hands held my head as I throated him and he gently fucked my mouth until he ejected with an intense shiver and I tasted his first loveload of the night. I held on until I knew I’d gotten all of it, then I stood and kissed him with my mouth full. Then I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
Over the next couple of hours Jack’s mouth and cock found all my holes, the highlight being a loud and luscious 69 where while I sucked him and he ate me, and then I got to fuck his ass with the dildo and hear him scream again. Once again, when he left for the night I lay in bed with a fresh load of his sperm in my ass. — The next day was Sunday and Jack called me on my cell phone; I guess he’d gotten the number off of my business card or checked my phone which was always on the kitchen counter when I’m at home.
“Dani, I have a little present for you,” he said.
“Jack, you’ll make up any lame ass excuse to get in my pants, wontcha?”
“Well, yeah, I guess I would.”
I chuckled and said, “You don’t need to be giving me gifts, Jack.”
“It’s just something small; I think you’ll like it. You know, to say thanks for the dinner and cake and everything. And because I like you.”
This kid is too much I thought, now he’s getting sentimental on me. I told him to come over again that night. I had to go back to work the next day so I figured another sex romp with him would be a good wrap-up of the vacation.
Again I dressed sexy for him. No undies and tight-ass paper-thin sleek black pants that just about showed the outlines of my ass crack and my pussy lips, and a red tube top. It was wintertime but so what, I knew that shirt wouldn’t stay on me too long with that boy around anyway.
When he showed up I poured some wine and we sat on the sofa for a few minutes sipping and talking. Then he took a small gift-wrapped package from one of the pockets on his cargo pants and put in on the table and took out a joint. What the hell, I thought. We drank more wine while we smoked the reefer.
When it was gone he said, “You sure look hot, Dani.” He kissed me and felt a tit through the fabric of my top. Then he handed me the gift.
I opened it and it was a butt plug. We both laughed and he said, “No more carrots for Miss Dani! It massages your ass for you.” He took a tube of KY jelly out of another pocket and put it on the table.
“Thank you, Jack,” I said as I inspected it. “It’s nice to know you can still massage my ass even when you’re not around.” I stood up and started peeling off my pants. “Oh well, might as well try it on for size. Anything to give my anal-retarded boy toy a thrill!”
I stood in front of him wearing a tube top and no pants. He put his hands around my rear and pulled my cunt to his lips and suckled me until I came in his face, then he licked the excess from my thighs. He told me to kneel on the sofa facing the back. Then his tongue entered my ass and he lick-sucked me as he pulled my cheeks apart. I groaned in ecstasy while he did this for a minute or so and I must have said the word ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ a dozen times. Then he opened the tube of jelly and lubed his finger and stuck it into my ass and I leaned into him. He then lubed the plug and screwed it in. He wiggled it and rotated it and so did I. It felt good. I played with it a little bit and I could hear him taking his pants off behind me.
“Stay in that position,” he said.
He circled around to the back of the sofa to face me. He bent over and we kissed. His lips massaged my lips while I massaged my asshole with my new gift. Then he put his big hard cock to my face. I locked my hands on the back of the sofa and opened my mouth wide. With his hands on the back of my neck I gave him head. I sucked him and felt him grow even more in my mouth. I opened wide and he fucked my face. When he let go I felt his flow in my mouth and a tingling down south. We spent the next couple hours in bed.
I managed to see him almost everyday that week. It wasn’t necessarily planned that way but it just kept happening. On Monday morning he called me on my cell phone and asked me to meet him in the park at lunchtime. I tried to make an excuse but the kid is persuasive. The park is pretty dead in the winter time so I met him and sure enough no one was around. I hopped into his car and we smoked a joint and I ended up giving him a blowjob. I went back to work with a light buzz, wet panties and the taste of his cum in my mouth.
On Tuesday he called and asked how the butt plug was working out. I told him fine, in fact it was inserted as we spoke. He said perhaps he should come over and do a safety inspection on my new apparatus. I laughed and told him to come on over that night. He did and in no time we were in my bed. I’d no sooner turned down the lights and he was fucking my lights out. Three hours later after he’d pulled his dick out of me for the umpteenth time he gave me a passionate kiss goodnight and rolled me over on my stomach, kissed my ass and screwed the plug back in. “Sleep tight,” he said with a laugh and he left.
Wednesday afternoon I called him for the first time and told him playfully that I was having trouble with my apparatus. I told him he must have screwed it in wrong and asked could he come over that night and do another safety inspection. He said no problem; all I needed was a butt plug-ectomy and a Jack-whack, and not to worry because he made house calls. He asked if seven-thirty was a good time and I said it was. Then that frisky boy gave me what he said was a very important instruction: to leave the backdoor open and wait for him naked in my bed.
That night I was sipping wine in bed, and right on time the backdoor opened and I heard his footsteps in my house. A moment later I heard him running up the stairs, and then he entered the room naked holding a can of whipped cream. He jumped onto the bed and took me in his arms and he kissed me long and soft. He reached his hand to my rump and felt the plug.
“Are you ready for your plug-ectomy, Miss Dani?” he asked.
“Yes, Doc,” I said with a laugh.
“Okay,” he said with a serious tone. “This is a very delicate, three-part procedure and you must cooperate with me while I operate.”
“Is it life-threatening, Doctor?”
“Not if you cooperate,” he said. “First I need to remove the apparatus. Then once it is out I need to do a very close examination to make sure you haven’t lost any feeling in your crave cave. Then I may need to do a deep dark probe with my joystick.”
I giggled and asked, “Is that all?”
“No,” he said. “The third part is a total, complete and comprehensive frontal massage. It could take hours, but if successful you will feel as good as new when I am finished. And don’t worry about the cost, it is all covered by insurance. The only cost to you is a ten blowjob co-pay.”
I laughed and told him I accepted the terms. Then he rolled me onto my belly.
“Uh oh, this could be more serious than I thought,” the doctor said.
He started twisting and turning and pushing and wiggling the plug, grinding it in my ass. It felt good as it massaged my anus. He did this for a minute or two as he grunted in mock effort. Then with one yank he pulled it out and popped his lips loudly at the same time and it sounded like he was uncorking a champagne bottle. I burst out laughing.
‘”No laughing!” he scolded. “This is a delicate surgery.” I felt him spread my ass cheeks wide. “Uh huh,” he said, “Just as I thought. I think I need to medicate the area.”
I squealed like a pig and bucked like a bronc when he shot a cool hard windy stream of whipped cream up my asshole. Then he shot a long line of it along the whole crack of my ass. He spread my cheeks again and started eating.
His tongue felt wonderful, and the feeling of it slipping in and out of my crack with cool warmth made me come onto the blanket under me. I pushed my ass into him as he licked and sucked me clean, then he opened me wide and plunged his tongue into my asshole and licked me out for what seemed like a long time. I was breathing fast and hard with ecstatic bliss.
“Oh, Jack…” I mumbled breathlessly.
A minute later he moved up above me and kissed my ear. I could feel his cock hard against my ass. He whispered, “I think I better do a deep probe, you know, as a precaution.”
I felt the tip of his cock at my opening and leaned into him as he pushed himself in and started fucking me. We fell into it easily, and I felt that big rod slide back and forth inside me as he screwed me slowly and kissed my neck. I was moaning with every one of his kisses and each hypnotic shove. Then I felt his hot discharge, the second milky flow that had been shot into my ass that night. My pussy exploded again as I came onto the bed beneath me.
He rolled me over on my back and said, “Now this is the recovery phase of the procedure. It is very important that you just relax and let me work, and not give me a hard time. That would only slow down your recovery.”
Jack knelt at the foot of the bed and started shaking the can of whipped cream. Then he started spraying the cool white stuff all over my body in generous heaps. He started with my feet and toes, covering them till it looked like I was wearing thick white socks. Then he sprayed streaks up both of my legs and inner thighs and built a huge pile on top of my pussy. Then he covered my stomach and ringed my tits and heaped it on my nipples. He used up pretty much that whole can. He sprayed my shoulders, my neck, my ears; my mouth, my nose, my cheeks, my eyelids and forehead, even my hair. Then that boy put down the can and started to eat.
He took his sweet time eating that sweet stuff off of me. He licked it from my ears and face, kissed it from my mouth and chewed it out of my hair. I was squirming with delight as he ate from my neck and shoulders. He took his time eating my tits and tummy. He skipped over you-know-what and licked and slurped his way down both legs before devouring my creamy feet, savoring each toe one at a time. Then he moved up and took aim on my pussy and muff-dived into my mound of suds.
He ate me ravenously and slipped his tongue inside my sloppy slit. I came in his face and throbbed and my legs gyrated uncontrolled as I screamed and shouted dirty talk.
“Fuck me, Doctor. Fuck my fucking pussy.”
Jack moved on top of me, his face lathered with the cream. “Yes, Miss Dani,” he said somberly, “I believe another deep probe with my joystick is in order.”
“Uh, yes. Fuck me,” I said and grabbed his cock rammed it into my pussy as quick as I could.
As he fucked me we kissed and I sucked the cream off his face. He fucked me slow and easy, just as he had earlier in my ass. I tried to speed him up but he kept it nice and smooth.
“Fuck me hard, Jack,” I said loudly, “Give it to me.”
“This is a slow recovery…”
“Fuck me, Jack,” I hissed, as I rammed my finger into his ass with a jolt. He squeaked loudly and he picked up the pace and started slamming me hard. I grunted with every thrust and squeezed his cock with my cunt as he hammered me, the bedpost banging into the wall over and over. When I came again it was a huge rush and he took that as a cue to pound even harder and I fingered his ass faster and faster. When he came he let out a loud, long high-pitched moan into my mouth and pounded me four or five final times as he shot his seed. When he was done he rolled over onto his back. We said nothing at first.
“Goddamn, boy,” I said. “What you gonna come up with next?” I rolled onto my side and looked at him.
He said, “I’m proud to say the operation was a complete success, Miss Dani. And your recovery is off to an excellent start.”
I smiled and kissed him. “What am I gonna do when you go back to college?”
“I wish I could take you with me. Then you wouldn’t have to hide me anymore.”
I felt sad when he said that and then a thought came to me.
“Jack, when do you have to go back?”
“I have to be back on Sunday night.”
“Why don’t we go away for the weekend? We could go to the beach where nobody knows us.” The town by the ocean was about an hour and a half drive. “Could you do that?”
“Really? Sure, I could do that. I’ll just tell my friend I have to go back a couple days early.”
“Okay, good. I’ll make a couple calls in the morning. Call me in the afternoon and I’ll tell you the plan.”
We started kissing some more and before long our bodies were meshed and I felt his steely baton pressing against the skin of my groin. I broke our kiss and lowered my lips to his waiting stiffness and took it into my mouth, and went to work on the first installment of my co-pay. —
Thursday morning I put a call in to a friend of mine, Joanne. She and her husband are both also in real estate and they own rental properties, one of which was a condo at the beach. They rented it by the week in-season, but in the winter it was usually empty. I thought that would be much more comfortable and private than a hotel.
She said yes, it was available and I was welcome to use it, just stop over after work and pick up the key. When Jack called that afternoon I told him the plan. I would be taking off half a day on Friday and would probably get there around two or two-thirty. I gave him the address and said to come around three o’clock. He said that would be fine and asked me to bring my black pants so he could tear them off of me. I told him I would.
On Friday I left work around noon and headed to the beach. I stopped on the way and picked up some groceries and beer and wine. When I got to the condo it was a little after two. I unloaded the luggage and stored the food and drink. Then I changed clothes and I put on only one piece clothing: a light blue t-shirt dress that only covered my crotch and ass by several inches. Then I inserted my butt plug and I was ready for inspection.
Jack called at a little before three and said he was running a few minutes late, so I poured a glass of wine and sat down on the couch to wait.
It was about 3:30 when Jack rapped on the door. I called for him to come in and I stood up. He entered the door and he looked cute in his baggy jeans and college sweatshirt. He tossed his ratty gym bag on the floor and came to me. We embraced and he kissed me hard and our tongues did their thing as his hands found their way under my dress in back and front.
He stepped back and said, “Damn, you look sexy in that thing! Too bad it won’t be on you for long.” Then he kissed me again and ran his hands under my dress and began to massage my breasts as he dropped to his knees to lick me. I pushed into him and held his blond head in my hands and soon I was all wet.
“Bedroom…” I said.
I led him to the bedroom and as he was whipping off his shirts I was taking off his jeans. His cock was already hard and I kissed it as he stepped out of his pants. I scooted back on the bed and he fell on top of me and instantly he slid his cock into my pussy and his tongue into my mouth. I’d only gone one day without him, but it sure felt good to have him inside me again. I groaned like thunder as he kept striking me with his lightning rod over and over, and I fucked him back with fierce abandon with my dress still on. With each tingly slam of his dick into my pussy the plug twisted and poked as it screwed me in my ass, DPing me toward a savage orgasm. We both came big at about the same time and we both let out animal sounds as we released, hugging and sweating and shaking together. I just laid there in his arms for a few minutes and then I removed my dress.
We spent three hours in bed having our way with one another every which way we could. Then I suggested we take showers and then I would take him out to dinner, and he was up for that. I headed to the bathroom and Jack tried to follow me in but I said, ‘uh uh, no way boy, you take you and your penis into the other bathroom, ‘cause I know if you shower in here with me you’ll just try to stick that thing in me some more and we might never get out the house’.
I dressed in my tight-ass satiny black pants, although I did wear a thong in case somebody stared at my crotch. And I wore the red tube top with red pumps. Jack wore his best pair of jeans—which isn’t saying too much—and a nice tan shirt.
I took him to a nice seafood place right on the bayside of the island overlooking the water. We decided to have some fun because we surely knew an odd couple like us would turn some heads. We played it up so people would know we were a couple, and not some other type of relationship. Jack was great. We ate our dinners and he touched my hand and arm from time to time, putting on a good show. We sat so we had a good view of the room and we saw people stealing glances our way. We joked about what the people were thinking and saying at the other tables.
“That guy over there probably thinks I’m a hooker you picked up on the boardwalk,” I said.
“That guy by the doorway wishes he was sitting here in my seat,” Jack said.
“Look at that woman over there,” I whispered, “She’s disgusted and jealous at the same time.”
We went on like that throughout the meal and had a great time. Then we went out to a bar that was known as a meat market and decided to have some fun. I went in first by myself, taking my time so folks would notice, and then took a seat at one end of the bar and ordered a drink. It was off-season, but it was a Friday and there was a decent crowd but not uncomfortably packed like it would be in the summer. A couple minutes later Jack entered and went to the other end of the bar. Before long a guy hit on me, a nice looking guy about my age. I gave him the brush but he hung around. Soon another guy did the same and tried to make small talk and offered to buy me a drink but I said thank you, but no. Another guy a couple seats down was watching and listening to all of it jealously, but he didn’t have the balls to do anything. When my drink was almost gone the bartender put another one in front of me and said, “This is courtesy of the man at the end of the bar,” pointing in Jack’s direction.
I turned and said a little louder than necessary, “Who bought me a drink?” and my body language changed in a heartbeat. I looked down the other end, and so did most everyone else at the bar, and there was Jack staring at me and holding up his drink. I mouthed the words ‘thank you’, and a moment later waved him over.
With everyone watching Jack walked up to me and I said, “Thank you, Handsome,” and I kissed him on the cheek. Then we introduced ourselves and drank our drinks and chatted and touched each other throughout our performance. Then I paid my check and we left together, my hand on his arm, barely able to keep a straight face as the green-eyed guys stared at my crack from behind.
Outside we burst into laughter and he kissed me. We decided that had been so much fun we’d do it again. We found another singles bar but reversed our roles. I made sure the guys noticed me and sat at the bar. I ordered a glass of wine and waited while some guys started to hit on me, then I sent Jack a drink, and I picked him up. Once again we put on a good show and again left the room with all eyes upon us.
We got back to the condo around 11:30 and Jack got his wish and peeled off my pants. He pulled off my top and threw it across the room, then threw me onto the bed. He munched my thong until it was soaked with my juice then took it off and threw it aside, and we proceeded to fuck and suck for the next three hours before falling off to sleep.
In the morning I left Jack a note and went out jogging. When I got back and walked in the door he was standing there naked and walked over and kissed me. I put my arms around him and tasted his toothpasty mouth and then I felt him pulling down my sweat pants. He knelt and ate my hot sweaty snatch. I soaked his face and then he laid me down and fucked me on the living room floor.
I walked out of the shower still damp and Jack was lying on the bed with an erection he had evidently just prepared for me. I knew by now I was addicted to that titanic tool and I climbed on the bed and went down on him. I sucked him slow and easy for a while and he squeezed my ass. I then stopped and sat up.
“What?” he asked.
“Masturbate for me,” I said.
“Go ahead. You started when I was in the shower, so finish.”
“I just did that to get ready for you.”
“It’s okay. I want to watch you. Show me how you jack off, Jack.”
He started stroking his stiff staff and talking to himself. “The easiest way to get off is to think of Miss Dani, and how I wanted to fuck her ever since I was thirteen. I think of that pretty face between my legs and running my hands through her hair and the way she sucks me and I see my cock slipping in and out of her mouth and her lipstick on my cock.” He stroked faster. “I think about licking her sweet pussy and feeling her cum on my face and ramming my cock into her over and over until she squeals with delight and I come and…” He then groaned loudly and yanked harder still and then shot his jizz all over himself.
When he stopped shaking I sucked up his cum off his stomach and chest and kissed him. “Damn boy, that was hot.”
“Now you,” he said.
“It doesn’t take much to get me off these days, Jack,” I said, grabbing his dick. “All I gotta do is think about this damn thing!”
“Go ahead. Show me.”
I went to work. I dipped my fingers into my dewy cunt and started rubbing my clit. “Hard to believe that when I first saw you again on New Year’s Eve you’d end sticking your dick into me for the next ten days, that skinny boy from the neighborhood! I remember the first time I pulled down your pants and that monster popped out.” I kept rubbing myself, a little faster now. “I just wanted that whole fuckin’ thing in my mouth, I wanted you to ram it in me hard. I wanted to taste your cum and fuck you with my wet pussy.” I was breathing heavy and got on my knees on the bed, rubbing myself harder. “When I felt your tasty tongue in my ass for the first time it didn’t take no time at all and I started to come and…” I then squirted a forceful steady stream of my bubbly brew all over Jack, the bed, the floor and the lower part of the wall.
We never even got dressed; we just stayed in bed and fucked all day. I did throw on the t-shirt dress when we had a pizza delivered for dinner but that was it. We both felt a wave of passion and we rode it. We fucked and talked and sucked and talked and screwed and talked and made love and talked some more. I took it up the ass twice and Jack got the dildo up his ass too. We drank beer and ate pizza in bed and then fucked some more. Our jaws ached from sucking and licking and we were both sore from all of our various penetrations. We both stunk with funk when we finally fell asleep.
We woke up around nine the next morning. Jack had a long drive to school from the beach and had to leave around two o’clock. We skipped breakfast and made love all morning. It was all very slow and gentle. I relished the time I took when I sucked him, kissing his balls at a snail’s pace and kissing his cock one square inch at a time. He fucked me slow too, and as he did I hugged him from within. We both took our time saying a long goodbye.
At a little before noon we took our showers and went to brunch and it was a solemn time. We’d come to the end and had no idea when or if we’d see each other again. We’d had a wonderful time but knew there’d be no future to it.
We got back to the condo and Jack gathered up and packed his things as I watched. Then we walked to the door.
“Jack, will you do me a favor?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said.
“I want you to do one thing for me before you go,” I said. I’m going to kiss you goodbye now. Then I’m going to drop my skirt and lean on the back of that sofa and I want you to fuck me from behind in my pussy and my ass as hard as you can. Then when you come just button yourself up and walk out the door. I don’t want to see you leave.”
Then I kissed him. Long, hard and deep with my arms bundled around him as tight as I could, his hands latched to my locks. Then I turned around and walked to the sofa and stepped out of my skirt and panties. I gripped the back of the sofa.
“Dani, are you sure you…”
“Yes, Jack. Believe me, I’m sure.”
I heard his zipper go down and the rustling of clothing. I felt his hand move between my legs and his fingers slip into my pussy and he stroked me for a bit until I was good and wet. Then he entered me and started pumping me slowly and we moved in unison.
“Harder, Jack. Fuck me hard. I want to feel it for a week.”
He started banging me harder and harder as he flung his body at mine. I gripped the back of the sofa as tight as I could, my body jerking each time he pounded me, and soon I gushed, spraying on the floor. He pulled out and kneeled down and then his tongue licked my rim and then it went into my asshole. His hand went to my pussy and three or four fingers sopped up some of my juice and then were gone. A moment later he did it again. Then his tongue left my ass and a couple slick fingers went in. I soon felt the tip of that beautiful cock at my ass rim and he pushed himself in. I closed my eyes and savored the fat full feeling for what I knew would be the last time. Then he started fucking me. He eased himself in deep with five or six swings, and then the Jack-hammering began. My knees banged the back of the sofa as he pelted my ass with a violent groaning strength and I held on for dear life so I didn’t go flying over the couch.
When I felt the final flux of his college boy sperm enter me I came again with a cool shiver. Jack kept fucking me for another minute or so, spreading his warm cum around. When he took that cock out of me his cum seeped out and down my leg.
I heard him pull on his pants and zip up. I heard the door open and then Jack said, “Thank you for everything, it was great being with you. Goodbye Dani.” Then I heard the door latch shut.
“Bye, Jack,” I whispered to myself.
I wandered to the bedroom, wet with the mix of our cum. I noticed there were three joints on the dresser next to my cell phone, a final gift from Jack. I took a nap and when I awoke I cleaned up the place, packed by bag and left for home. —
That evening I was a bit tired and took some wine, a joint and a pencil and paper into my bedroom and got into bed. As I sipped the wine and smoked the pot I made a list of my days with Jack, and just for fun I added up all of the sex we had, day by day. I had never fucked so much in my life and I was curious. I was amazed at the numbers. Over eleven days I sucked Jack’s cock 27 times. Jack ate my pussy 24 times, and he fucked my pussy 25 times. He fucked me in the ass 19 times, and I fucked his ass with the dildo five times. I couldn’t even count all the other things we did to each other with our lips and tongues and fingers.
I took my vibrator out of the drawer on the nightstand and turned it on and started massaging myself. I thought about Jack and imagined his head between my legs. As I buzzed my clit I thought about how I would rub my hands through his thick blond hair while he was down there, the same way I had with his mother years ago.
I pushed the vibrator into my pussy and closed my eyes, pretending it was Jack. I fucked myself with a steady cadence wishing it were Jack. I tried to feel him, I tried to smell him, and I tried to taste him. I thought about all the times I had wrapped my long bronze legs around his trim light body and loved him.
I increased the speed of my pulsating counterfeit Jack, and I thought about how pitiful I was. A horny, 44-year old black woman lying in her bed masturbating, craving the cock of a 21-year old white boy. I soon reached my climax, and shot my cum all over my legs and bed. I put the vibrator on the table, turned out the light and fell fast asleep.
Many surprises in store.Betrayal, a word you never think of ’til it happens to you. The dictionary defines it as the action of betraying one’s country, a group, or a person; treachery.
Treachery, yeah that’s more of what I feel it is. As I said, no one really thinks of it ’til it happens to you.
Ok, to get everyone up to date, I am John Trumbel, six-foot, athletic build, chiseled chin. Sounds good to me right? If you ask my supposed loyal wife nothing could be further from the truth. In her words, I was boring, especially in bed.
I’m sorry I wasn’t raised by prostitutes, trained in every nuance of lovemaking. Ok, ok, so I’m not the most romantic, passionate man alive. I do care, again my wife, says I am so far from a romantic I am just plain pitiful.
I mean come on, I work my ass off to make sure we can live a good life. At the end of the day love, beyond a kiss and a hug, goes past my endurance. I even started at the gym to try and build that up, no dice.
So here I am coming home early from the gym feeling somewhat down. I figured I’d surprise her, that was ’til I walked in the front door to the sound of passionate moaning. I followed the sound thinking it wasn’t who or what I thought it was.
If there was something going on I wanted to have proof before I started accusing. Peeking around the corner into our bedroom, I was shocked to see not only my wife but her sister also.
Both were naked on top of each other rubbing their vaginas together at a furious pace. I wanted to step into the room, though the shock was keeping me stock still.
I know that when we met, my wife was slightly bi-sexual, mistakenly I thought that after she met me that ended. Hell, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
My wife is damn gorgeous though her younger sister was in a league above her. All I could do was stare at the sheer beauty of both women pleasuring each other.
I swear I could have watched them for hours, then the anger started to set in. How dare that bitch betray me like this! (yeah I know there’s that word) That’s when I heard my wife state, “Oh god Terri! So good, a hell of a lot better than John has ever been.”
I tensed up, that sounded like she was ready to bow out of our marriage. As I clenched my hands into fists I still resisted the urge to barge in possibly strangling the both of them. No, I needed to think this through before I did something completely stupid. Then again after what I just saw I was feeling stupid already.
My beautiful blond wife, plus her more-than-equally beautiful sister. Rolling around on our bed tasting each other to their mutual pleasure. To see them without knowing, you might swear that they were almost twins. I myself had mistaken my sister in law Terri, for my wife Kim on numerous times from the back.
Then there was the fact that, before I had fallen for my wife, I had lusted after her sister hard. Unfortunately, she had been married at the time, though at the time I hadn’t known that her mate was as sick as he was.
That was several years ago, with his passing over two years ago, I had watched her withdraw. Her once bubbly, cheerful personality had recessed to the point that she seemed a completely different person.
Shit ok, now I was torn, on the one hand, my bitch wife was betraying me. (Yeah I know THAT word again) Then there was my sister in law, who was showing more emotion than she had in the last few years.
There had to be something I could do, some way that I could make my bitch of a wife pay for this. Here I thought that both of us were happy, well as happy as we could be. I worked like a dog for her, why in the hell had she turned on me?
As I thought back over the last few years there had to be signs. Was I just too stupid, too much of a guy to have noticed? As I parked a few blocks away I let the extreme anger that I was feeling slowly fade away to a dull throb.
Finally calm, I sat back going over everything I could. When had things started to change? We’d only been married a few years, it wasn’t like we were an old static, married couple.
Then like a door opening I had an epiphany. It was when her brother in law had passed. To the day, I could see when she and her sister grew closer than they ever had.
I shook my head, a little over two years ago. Then her sister had finally sold her home, asking first, then moving in with us. We had a rather large home, thinking that we would start having children soon. I laughed out loud at this, not very fucking likely now.
Now I had to question, like I felt most guys in my position might, did she really love me? Had she really been sincere back then? Had she really been faithful, I know I sure as hell had?
Finally, the tears started to fall as the full effect of what all this meant hit home. I would be a loser, no wife, no love, no one to want me nor be there waiting for me when I got home.
No damnit! I wasn’t going to go down like this, nor was I going to allow her to get away with this. No, I needed a plan, a truly nasty, foul, as backstabbing as she had me, plan.
An almost evil smile lit up my face as I thought, I need to take her sister away from her. I needed to leave her without a lover as I now felt that I was.
As I thought about it, I remember the last two years that Terri had shown interest in me. Could I turn that to my advantage? Another smile came to my lips as I thought of Terri under me begging me to take her.
I wasn’t that big after all ’bout eight inches, though my girth was the thing that I thought kept my wife interested. The first time we had sex, I thought I had hurt her after I was in all the way.
Her gasps of pleasure after she adjusted to my size were what threw me off. I hadn’t moved thinking she would have screamed bloody murder. After a few minutes, she took a deep breath then started to pump herself faster and faster on me.
I had to admit, the orgasm she had was the loudest I had ever witnessed from a woman.
So you see I wasn’t boring, I was I guess you’d say, a nice guy. I care about my partner, I care how they feel. Hell, I thought for the longest time that I’d never find a woman that could take me.
Here I thought I had found the perfect woman for me. I looked at my watch, I had to return soon, or she’d start calling worried about me. HA! As if she was real about that. I ought to let her stew, no, I needed to be normal ’til I got this going.
Sure enough half an hour later my cell was going off playing the ringtone I placed for her calls.
“Are you alright?” I heard her voice on the other end. No hint of guilt, god what a superb actress she was turning into.
I took a deep breath I had to calm again before I spill the beans. “Yeah,” I replied. “Just had to stop on the way home, think I got a cramp. I might have overdone it a bit.”
“Oh hon,” I heard her honey-sweet voice. “Please be careful, take your time coming home, then I can put some muscle rub on you.” Damn it! She was damn good at this, just an hour before she had had her face planted between her sister’s legs. Now she was talking as if she hadn’t knifed me through the back and heart. Yeah, I had to make this bitch pay.
“I will be home as soon as I can,” I replied to her. God, I felt like retching at the complete lack of regard she obviously had for me or our marriage.
When I finally got home well over half an hour later she was at the door waiting on me. A look of great concern on her face as I falsely limped into the house.
I sat with a heavy thud in my favorite chair. She ran to get the rub then returned to start stripping me out of my clothes.
As I expected my cock rose to the occasion, the bastard, traitor. Her breathing heavy, she tried to put the rub on the spot on my leg that I told her as softly as she could. Actually, it had been hurting though not as bad as I put on.
I heaved a great sigh as I felt the heat start to work in, Kim returned a few moments later. Damn my traitorous cock was at full mast as she had removed all but her panties and bra.
“You look like you need some relief. Have you been like this since I talked to you?” She said looking at me, then my crotch. When I only nodded she pulled my hardness out of my jockey shorts, then proceeded to swallow me whole.
Shit! It was rare that she did this with one motion, she usually took it slow let alone at all. Was it guilt she might be feeling for what she’d done? I wasn’t sure, neither was I if she were going to ask for a divorce in the next hour or so. I guess I’d have to go with the flow seeing if I could get my plan in action before that happened.
Again, my traitorous cock started throbbing, her ministrations were starting to bring me closer. With a cry, I erupted in her mouth as she swallowed me again all the way to my balls. To my surprise, she swallowed everything I gave her. This was something else that she had never done.
I did my best not to look at her suspiciously, something else was going on. Something else besides the erotic sex with her sister.
I had noticed that most of the way through my wife’s deep throating, her sister had appeared in the hallway. At first I thought she was going to yell out, no, she just stood there staring at my cock as it slid in and out of my wife’s mouth. As I was unloading down Kim’s throat I thought I saw Terri smile then retreat back down the hall.
Shit I thought, I hope this didn’t dredge up painful memories for her. I also hoped that it didn’t make her retreat further from the world either.
I needed to speak to her, I needed to get closer to her if I was going to make this plan work. Yes, I thought, I needed to get real fucking close as possible.
After all, I was a good guy, I really don’t like to cause pain if it was at all possible. Then again, in this case, I was sure that it was my wife that had lured her sister into our bed.
I sat there feeling the heat sooth my leg. What seemed like only a few minutes later I snapped my eyes open. I was still in the living room, still in my jockeys though I was covered with a blanket.
The thing though, was what had awoken me. I was feeling a moist heat around just my Glans. I thought it was Kim though as I remembered she never did this twice in a day. Lifting up the edge of the blanket I looked at the head that was hovering over my organ.
In the low light, I thought it was Kim when she felt me move she looked up into my eyes. You can imagine my shock when I found myself staring into Terri’s eyes. Eyes that were full of lust as she proceeded to take me all the way to my scrotum.
With a groan, she withdrew, “I hope you don’t mind. I saw the two of you earlier, I had to have some of this. Besides I’m sure Kim won’t mind, we have always shared.”
In shock, I was unable to speak as she again took all of me with a fluid, smoothness of a practiced pro. Hell, she hardly came off me as she started to move the muscles in her throat.
Within minutes I was blasting another load as deep down her throat as she could get me. Finally pulling herself off me, she smiled then proceeded to lick me clean.
Still in shock, when she stood, placing me back in my jockeys, I tried to protest. “I…” I started.
Placing a finger on my lips she shushed me. “As I said, it is alright. Kim and I have always shared, that was ’til she and I got married. It’s been a long time John, don’t fuck this up.”
She then arose leaving the room so fast that, I almost thought it had been a dream. Then what she had said hit me like a ton of bricks. Don’t fuck it up? I… wait, she was the vital part of my plan and I was against what she had just done? I think my brain was addled.
Ok, things were starting to get weird as hell in a hurry. I caught my wife with not just another, that being a woman, also her sister. I had that same sister come onto and suck me off. Something was off here though, I wasn’t sure.
The next day I awoke still in the chair though I was stiff as hell. A moment later my wife came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee. Ha, ever the supposed dutiful wife. Barely able to move I mumbled a thank you as I accepted the cup.
My mind was a whirl with everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours. Finishing my cup, I stood up to the complaining of my back. That and a few pops from my joints, let me know I shouldn’t do that again.
Walking to the door I went out to my car to get my laptop. That was the main reason I had come home early yesterday. I had finally convinced my boss that I would be far more valuable at home sending in the reports that I sat all day in the office doing.
I only had to actually go in one day a week and that was only for two or three hours. I had thought that this news would give me and Kim a good reason to celebrate. Shaking my head, I thought fat chance of that.
Then the thought occurred to me that it would also limit how much my bitch wife could do here at the house. Yes, I thought, a smile coming to my lips, I could really use this to my advantage.
Laying my laptop on my desk, I thought better, then hid it. No sense in her thinking I would be home as much as I could. Getting dressed after a quick shower, I bit back the bile as I kissed her goodbye.
I only went a mile or two from the house hiding near a park. I pulled my back up laptop out, I typed in the security access to our home’s security then accessed the remote viewing I then sat back to watch.
Both sisters were in the kitchen eating, “strange, I know what you mean.” Kim was saying. Damn, it seemed that I had caught the tail end of something. “Did John seem standoffish to you this morning?”
“Yeah,” Terri responded. “You think it’s because he slept in the chair? He seemed rather stiff this morning.”
“He was last night also,” Kim stated as both women giggled a bit. “I just hope this plan works. I can’t wait for all this to be over. I just hope that John isn’t as pissed as I think he will be. When this is finally over you and I can be free to share like we used to”
“Don’t worry Kim, he’s like most men. Too concerned with things outside of home to notice what’s going on there. Hell, I doubt he even gave too much thought to that masterful blowjob you gave him last night. I have to say, it was better than any I remember you giving before you met him.” Terri replied. “I know he was definitely distracted when he left this morning.”
“Well, that’s all thanks to you, without you helping me practice I’d never been able to get past my gag reflex. What say we get an early start?” Kim told her sister toying with the buttons on her blouse.
“Yeah, I think that’s a damn fine idea,” Terri said as she started to shed her shirt and pants.
“The bedroom!” Kim shouted as they both ran while undressing to the bedroom.
I growled as I almost punched the screen of my laptop. Shaking my head, the tears started anew as I shut it down, popping the CD-ROM out. Now I had the evidence I just needed to end this.
As I sat there I knew there was one more thing I needed to do. I had to seduce my sister in law, make her leave her sister though, after what I had heard I wasn’t sure that, that was even possible.
Perhaps I thought, I could make Terri fall for me then, leave the both of them? Again, that was no good, they had each other. Why would they give a shit about the supposed unsatisfying husband of Kim?
No, I just needed to leave, leave them to their own devices. It was obvious that they wanted me out of the way, so be it. I would load up what I could tonight, the rest she could have.
We had a cabin miles out in the wilderness, halfway up a mountain, perfect place to go, to think of what my next move was. Also, to keep away from people, being branded a loser was hard enough when you have time to prepare. That’s what I needed to do, prepare. As I saw it, all hell was going to break loose, for them I thought with a smile.
I had time to go there with supplies and still make it back before they started to miss me. I drove to the market buying all I could for an extended stay out there. I also got several ten-gallon gas canisters for the generator that would be a lifesaver.
Loaded up, I saw I was starting to run low on time. I made damn good time there, then was hurrying home. I looked at my watch as I pulled into my neighborhood. Ah! Right on time as I usually did.
Thank god I had called work to let them know that I wouldn’t be home today. No sense in either woman knowing that I had been out preparing to disappear. Tomorrow would be a good day to go as the snow would start soon, then I really would be isolated.
Not that it really mattered, as far as I was concerned, we were already divorced and she and her sister could be as free as the two bitches wanted to be.
I stretched I got out, I saw that the both of them were waiting for me. Well I thought, isn’t that fucking sweet, as if. They both appeared to be happy to see me, yeah right, I knew better.
I went into our bedroom taking a shower. Then I packed as many clothes as I could. I slipped the bag out to the car as quietly as I could, this along with my primary laptop.
Coming in, I sat at the dining room table to eat with them. For the first time that I could remember, Terri was far more animated than I had seen her since her husband had died.
I went to the living room, sitting in my favorite chair for what I felt was the last time. Damn I thought, I was going to miss this chair. I promptly fell asleep more tired from all I did today than I thought.
Once again I was awakened by a warm, wet sensation gripping my cock. This time though, I was startled to see Terri lowering herself on me. As I watched she had to wiggle from time to time to get more of me in her.
“Oh my god! This club of yours is massive. No wonder Kim is always smiling.” I heard Terri whisper with an occasional grunt as more found its way inside her. “Damn it! I could die happy with this.”
It took all I could not to laugh at her. She and her bitch sister would be happy enough soon. Only a few more hours than I wouldn’t darken their door nor disturb them again. Oh, I’m sure Kim would be the sorrowful, tearful wife.
“Oh good, you’re awake. Now I can really enjoy this club of love.” It was at that moment that I felt the last of me slide home inside her. “God damn! I have never felt so damn full. Give me a moment, then I’m going to ride you into oblivion!”
She sat there, her thighs resting on mine. She was by far the tightest that I had ever felt. Hell, even tighter than my bitch of a wife when we first met, that’s alright I thought, soon very soon they wouldn’t have to deal with me again.
Finally, I felt her tentatively start to move up, then back down ever so slowly. Ten minutes later, she was finally starting to thrust normally. Anther ten she seemed to be taking me as hard as she could.
Smiling I flipped her over pinning her to the chair. “You wanted it? Here it comes.” I whispered harshly in her ear.
I then started to thrust into her with authority. I had to actually cover her mouth as I started to plunge harder and harder. I could see her eyes open wide as I filled her completely. Finally, I actually had to kiss her as I blew a huge release deep in her, causing her to scream into my mouth.
Yeah, I thought bitch, enjoy it, there wouldn’t be any more that was for sure. Eventually, not long afterward our breathing slowed. Climbing off me a little wobbly, she held onto the arm of the chair.
“I have to say that, that was the most intense sex I have ever had. Thank you for not fucking it up, just me.” Kissing me she slowly made her way down the hall to her room.
I just shook my head, had it just been her I might have let it go. No, I found out it was both of them, plus they were working together, to what end I didn’t know. I damn sure wasn’t going to stick around to find out either.
The next day I remained as normal as I could, I had a few things set up for the remote after I was gone. As I headed out I kissed my wife for what I knew in my heart was the last time. It took all I had not to lash out or just plain scream, no I was calm as I left.
I called work as I drove on through the city out the other side. Finally, I was into the woods starting to climb slightly. I only had, maybe twenty more miles to go as I watched the towers of the city disappear. I kept climbing ’til I got to the gate blocking the road to the cabin. Moving through I closed it then started putting whatever I could find to block the gate from sight.
It was well over half an hour later when I finished, I was satisfied as I got back in the car. For the first time, I could feel the temperature was starting to fall, good then the snow was on the way. Hopefully, there would be enough to cover my tracks among other things.
I had my phone charging the whole way I would need it when I told both of them goodbye, then I would set off the things I had set up with the remote. I just hoped they had a good laugh on my account, at least I wouldn’t be there for that humiliation.
Finally over an hour later after I left, I was pulling up to the cabin. Thank god I had had the carport put in. I might need the car after a month or so to get the hell out of here.
Thankfully, I had also managed to get three solar panels up here. Not a lot of electricity, though enough to run the radio, charge my laptop, maybe my phone though I wasn’t really in need of it that much.
I unloaded the last of my stuff, then I went in to set up. It was several hours later after I had everything where I wanted it, I had managed to get some of the work I had let go the last few days.
I turned on the lights as it started to get dark. Sure, enough like clockwork my cell started to go off. I looked at the caller then shut my phone off, removing the battery so they couldn’t trace the phone with GPS.
I figured that Kim wouldn’t call the police at least ’til morning. Not long after she did, I would use the remote for the last time, then I was done.
I slept that night more comfortable than I had for quite some time. I awoke to my computer dinging with an incoming message. Shit, I forgot that she might have access to that. Looking at who it was I breathed a sigh of relief.
“John? You ok? I got a panicked call from your wife saying that you didn’t come home.” The message was from my boss Larry.
I typed back, yeah I am fine though I can’t say the same about my marriage. I won’t go into details suffice it to say I left that situation. I’ll get the work to you don’t worry.” With that, I shut down afraid they might try to GPS on it also.
I stared at the time, another day, then I would send out the remote and the final message along with a few surprises. I imagine both of them would be throwing a quiet party as soon as the divorce was final.
As soon as she had that, I was sure she would laugh in my face, call me a coward or something like that. I was past caring now as I felt she and her sister were also.
I pulled out my backup laptop as I started in on another day of work. I was moving a pretty fast clip when I got a pinging from my monitor I had set up for any mention of my name.
Sure enough, the police band starts to utter a message. “All units, all units, be advised we have a missing person. Adam 2 is 10-76 to location to gather more 10-43. Subject is a male, six feet, slight athletic build. Hair, light brown. Last seen this time yesterday morning, departing for work. Please be advised subject was driving a year-old Audi A4.”
Well, I thought, someone obviously thought I was more muscled than I thought I was. A small smile came to me, I thought it damn sure wasn’t Kim that was for sure.
I looked at my watch, I nodded as I connected my now reinstalled battery phone, to my also energized main laptop. Getting set up, I opened up the security to the house. Ah! I thought as I saw my supposed red-eyed wife and her sister.
As I looked closer I saw that the police were there, perfect. Setting off a few alarms I watched as they all moved to my study, well old study. Pressing a few buttons, I sat back to watch the show. A show was what I felt it would be, Kim and her sister were the perfect little bitch actresses.
“So, I see that you actually noticed that I was missing. I left this for the both of you. You both obviously forgot that I am as tech-savvy as I am. I saw both of you, I know. Rather than face ridicule and shame I just left.” (it was at this point I heard one of them mournfully howl) I am sure that you will be happy together, especially now that I am gone. Enjoy each other, neither of you will see me again” I then heard the click as the disc stopped.
I was going to watch a little more, though I felt that I should disconnect before they found me. That is if the officer’s there thought I was using a remote, a moment later I got my answer as I got a ping trace.
I shut everything down breathing a sigh of relief. I might want to think about fleeing. Racing to the door I was surprised to see that there were several feet of snow on the ground. Well, I wasn’t going anywhere for a bit.
I smiled I went back in, I wasn’t going anywhere soon and not many were going to come here. It would take some serious snow gear plus a sturdy vehicle to get to me now. Sitting back down I pulled out the back up going back to work.
That seemed to be my day for the next few days, get up, eat, then work. Though that all changed on the fourth day after I left the message.
I had gone out to the carport to make sure the car was still operating. When I stepped out toward the cabin I failed to notice that it was almost deathly quiet out. Shaking off the snow that had accumulated on me I stepped in.
I pulled up short when I saw the blonde head of hair in the main chair in the front room. Son of a bitch I thought as I started to turn. The next thing I knew I was falling to the floor with a pain on the side of my head. Then everything went black.
I woke up what had to be a few hours later, I could tell. The sun was casting shadows on the opposite side of the cabin through the windows. The second thing I noticed was that I was tied spread eagle to the bed, stark naked!.
Shit I thought, I am so fucked, I let whoever this was, get the damn drop on me. Looking around the room, caused me to groan slightly from the small lump I had on my head.
“Good ’bout time you woke up.” I heard a female voice that made my blood freeze. Shit! Here I thought she had forgotten about this place.
“I told him not to hit John too hard.” I heard the voice of Terri. I swallowed hard, I was a dead man now. Both of them would probably kill me slowly, taking great pleasure from it.
“I am sorry that it came to this John,” Kim stated as she moved into my line of view. “God what you must be thinking about me and Terri. Let me see if I can guess, you think I love Terri and have no love for you. You think I and my sister are deceitful bitches, willing to do anything to be rid of you.”
When I didn’t say anything only sighing, Kim sadly smiled. “He really thinks that lowly of us?” I heard Terri say disbelievingly out of sight. Damn my head felt over twice the size it normally was, plus the throbbing wasn’t helping.
“You think all I want is a divorce from you, to cast you aside more of a thing of ridicule than a man.” Kim took a deep sigh when she saw that I wasn’t disagreeing with her. “Talk to me John, we’ve always the best when we talk and work together.
I wasn’t sure I could say anything with the deep despair I was feeling. Pushing as hard as I could, I finally got out the words. “Look I know you don’t want to have a fucking thing to do with me. You probably have several guys waiting to kill me when you are through torturing me. Just fucking kill me, get it over with I am nothing to the both of you after all.”
Terri moved into my sight her mouth open in disbelief. Kim could only shake her head even sadder.
Kim held up her hand as Terri was about to launch into an obvious tirade. “What you recorded, what you left for, was me wanting my training to be over. John, I love you more than I can ever say. I wanted to be a better lover for you.”
“She asked me years ago to help her, though I was still too upset about my husband, I have been trying. These last two years have helped me as much as they have her. It took a long time get Kim where she is, to get me more back to normal.” This last Terri stated with her head low. “By the way John, you have been so kind and loving, I found that I was falling in love with you.”
My apparent shock made Terri smile then blush. “I didn’t know,” I stated.
“I know John, believe me, I was just as shocked though,” Here Kim moved over to Terri. “I can see why she is.” With a wide smile Kim pushed Terri to the bed. “You’re tied up not to kill you, just to keep you here so you wouldn’t run again. Now then,” Kim continued as she first took all of Terri’s clothes off, then her own.
My traitorous cock was instantly starting to harden. Then again, faced with both gorgeous beautiful sisters as I was who wouldn’t grow hard as steel?
Terri’s blush seemed to grow darker as she pulled back. “I can’t Kim, there’s too much light.”
“Dear sister, as I have found out about John? If he didn’t think you were gorgeous naked?” Here Kim looked at my flagpole waving. “There would be no way he could be that hard that fast. I know, I tried it once while we were dating. She was extremely unattractive, trust me, he absolutely adores what he is seeing.”
A now less shy Terri looked at Kim surprise on her face, then she smiled slyly as she eyed my cock.
“Well sister, in that case. I think that both of us, have quite a bit of making up to do with John. Let’s keep him tied, for now, I think it will go far better don’t you?” Terri stated a look of pure lust starting to grow in her eyes.
I looked at Kim, seeing almost the exact look of lust in her eyes. “Yes, I think that is a superb idea.” She said as she kissed her sister.
A sly smile crossed my lips as I thought, damn, they may kill me after all.
I am sitting naked on chair apart from heels and dose of expensive perfume in front of a large full length wall mirror.I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having a second man every four weeks or so, not mention another woman as a balance for my man – and me.
My man Roger is also naked as he licks my very erect nipples as I admire our naked bodies in the mirror with my eyes half closed soaking in the sexual pleasure and fantasising about the sexual pleasure I would like to receive today.
Roger has been away all week and we are looking forward to pleasing each other sexually. We have just showered together after we shaved each other’s pubic areas, so we both have just a thin mohawk style strip.
Before we showered Roger showed me a very sexy clip on the web of a naked, very attractive, well-built blond man who must be twenty-years younger than us flaunting his huge erection with his fingertips. ‘He is bisexual and his name is Jacque’, Roger told me as I ogled and lusted for his cock.
Then a slightly older naked woman started sucking his cock before another well hung younger male appeared and positioned himself so Jacque could suck his cock.
As we showered I teased Roger by telling him I would like to be in that situation with Jacque and him.
“Your nipples are like bullets, I am going to lick your sexy cunt soon until you squirt for me baby,” Roger whispers as he continues licking my nipples.
“Promise me Roger, I would love to squirt for you.”
“Look forward to it baby, very much.”
The image in the mirror of our naked bodies is a turn on for me. I can see Roger’s thick, eight erection and his taut arse is very pleasing for me.
I close my eyes again to soak up the sexual pleasure as he slowly licks his way down my body and stops as he reaches my pubic area. Very teasing.
“Put your legs over my shoulders baby and I will put my hands under your glorious arse and lift you up.
“Jacque is watching me licking you baby. He is naked except for a skimpy jock strap with a huge bulge at the front and his naked ass looks fantastic hanging out of it. He love your naked body and wants to show you his huge cock. Would you like that baby?”
“Yes, very much, you know I would, I would love it,” I whisper enjoying his banter.
Roger often talks like this to me as foreplay for both of us and all I can do is fantasise about it.
“You are turning Jacque on baby, his cock is bulging out of his jock strap,” Roger teases as I enjoy him licking his way up my inner thighs toward my eager cunt lips with my eyes still closed.
“I am going to lick your sexy cunt while Jacque watches baby. He loves the way I shaved it.
“He wants you to take his jock strap off so he can flaunt his erection for you while I am licking you baby.
“Open you eyes and watch me licking your cunt lips baby.”
By now Roger has me ready to orgasm for the first time, I want lots of them today and looking at his tongue on my cunt lips is a visual turn on as I moan, shudder and have a strong orgasm.
“Jacque was very impressed with that baby,” Roger teases.
For the first time since we started I open my eyes fully and have a double take. There is Jacque, the very same man from the video clip, just as Roger said, dressed in nothing but a skimpy white jock strap with his big cock bulging out of it – and his gorgeous tanned chiselled body and taut arse looks fantastic framed by two thin straps.
“He wants you to take his jock strap off so he can flaunt his erection for you while I lick you some more baby. Do it for all of us.”
“The sensation of Roger licking me with my arse cheeks in his hands as I manage to slide Jacque’s jock strap off and watching his closely shaved erection spring out is very exciting as he flaunts and teases it with a fingertip for me.
“I am to pleasure and be pleasured,” Jacque moans as he speaks for the first time as he teases his nipples and ogles Roger’s erection.
“Use two hands baby, enjoy, I organised this just for you,” Roger whispers, his tongue working frantically on my cunt lips as I orgasm again.
Roger is still licking me as Jacque is standing very close to me as I lightly scratch his balls with his cock in my hand. I am very turned as I kiss and lick the full length of his roaring erection. I want it, I must have it, right now.
“Suck his cock baby, show him how good you are. Remember he is bisexual.”
Determined to do just that I grab his arse cheeks and urge his cock into my mouth.
Sexual pleasure personified for me, a hung man licking my cunt and a much younger hung bisexual man’s cock between my lips.
I promised Roger I would squirt for him and the thought and anticipation of squirting soon, very soon, as huge sexual relief while two men watch is a wonderful sensation as I orgasm again.
The way Roger is licking me is magic, especially with another hung man watching, as he flips the tip of my clitoris with the tip of his tongue – and I am very close to squirting. Out of nowhere Roger has a vibrator in his hand, inserts into my cunt and slowly turns it to full speed while I am feasting on Jacque’s cock.
“So good, so fucking good,” I am almost screaming as I shudder and squirt for two men.
“Remember he is bisexual baby. I want him to suck my cock while I watch you blowing him,” I tell Sarah as she calms down.
“Or would you like me fuck you from behind while you blow him?”
Jacque makes the decision for all of us as he motions for Roger to come close to him and fondles his roaring erection, “I want to blow your big cock while Sarah blows me.”
The thought of that is very exciting for me as we reposition ourselves.
“Love your gorgeous arse Sarah, love it,” both men tell me as they kiss it in turn.
Jacque sits on the chair with Roger standing alongside with a raging erection. I watch fascinated and very turned on as Jacque kisses and licks my man’s cock then wraps his lips around it, then motions for me to kneel and resume sucking him.
Before I do I watch Jacque tonguing my man’s cock and the pleasure he is providing is showing on my man’s face.
“I love watching another man pleasuring your cock baby. Make him work for it and make it really good for me. Your turn on is my turn on and blowing a hung younger bisexual man while he is blowing you is an even bigger turn on.”
As I kneel and tease his cock with my tongue and fingers his cock is even harder than it was before, the bisexual double pleasure working I assume.
“That is magic,” he gasps and shudders as Roger’s cock slips out of his mouth, as I take his cock between my lips
I am very proud of my well-honed blow job skills and technique and I am determined to prove it to Jacque.
I have never blown a man who gets paid for being filmed in sex videos and the challenge of blowing one who has his cock blown by both sexes is very stimulating for me and a chance to boost my ego and demonstrate my blow job technique. And he is twenty years younger than me, another challenge for me and boost to my ego – can’t wait to tell my girlfriends.
“Love your big cock Jacque, how long can you last for?” I tease as I scratch his balls and lightly kiss and lick it, blow on it, then rub the tips my thumb and forefinger along it, softly then very hard.
As I tease the tip of his cock between my lips I tease his nipples with my fingertips, then pinch them and I can feel him wince and react.
“Love your big cock Jacque, how long can you last for?” I tease again as he is blowing my man, intent on providing maximum sexual pleasure.
I decide on a softy-softly teasing approach to provide maximum sexual pleasure and lick and tease his roaring erection with my tongue, lips and fingertips while I watch him blowing my man.
“Your cock is magic, but you still haven’t told me how long can you last for,” I whisper.
“Do you like a long or short and quick blow job?
“Size is important and you are a full size. I like a man who can last and make me really work so I can demonstrate my skills. A long slow teasing build up before I finish him off.”
“Roger likes me talking like this when I am blowing him and another man is sucking his huge cock.
“Yours is bigger though, I am impressed, very impressed.
“Roger is getting close, very close, I can tell by his breathing.
“Finish him off then he can watch me finish you off. He likes watching me blow another man, especially a very well hung one. And you are hung and very hard, rock hard. Is that for me or both of us?
“Roger likes me counting down from ten to one, slowly though to reach orgasm.
“Should I count for you? I can start now?
“You are giving the thumbs up, because you have a mouthful, that means yes I take it,” I whisper as I lightly lick the full length of his cock.
“Ten, look at Roger he is hanging out for sexual relief.”
By the time I get to five I am teasing Jacques rock hard erection with two fingertips and he has his hands behind Roger’s head urging half his cock into his pursed lips.
“Four, three, two, would you like me to scratch your arse, really hard, or save that for when I finish you.
“Is he good baby, are you ready to cum for me? I want to watch?
“One,” and Roger is shaking and groaning as Jacque lets his cock out of his mouth and teases the tip of it with his thumb and forefinger.
“So good baby, scratch my arse, hard very hard,” he screams as he shoots a huge load.
“Now you Jacque, is there something special I can do for you?”
“You are a very exciting woman, sit on the chair and I will stand. A blow job is always better standing,” he tells me as lightly scratch his balls before I take his erection between my lips and he slides at least three-inches into my mouth
“Pinch my nipples like you did before and scratch my arse cheeks, the harder the better.
I alternate by doing just as he asked.
“Pleasure and pain, harder on my arse, much harder. Make some scratch marks.
“I am watching you in the mirror Sarah, you are very good,” he murmurs ten minutes later as I enjoy scratching his twenty-year younger arse and his reaction with his rock hard erection in my mouth.
“Getting close, very close,” he is moaning as I let his roaring erection slip out of my mouth and lick and suck just the tip of his cock.
“Masturbate for me, I love to watch a man masturbate, love it, love it. Do it for me. Your throbbing cock is ready to blow for me, do it now, right now. Your cock is magnificent, absolutely magnificent,” I whisper as I stand behind him and pinch his nipples.
“Let me help, cum for me,” I urge as slide my fingertips along his cock and scratch his balls and blow on his wet cock.
“Watch me, watch me, so fucking good,” he is almost screaming as he shoots a huge load.
“You are a pornographers delight, pity I can’t fuck you, great pity,” he tells me as he cleans up.
“Would you like to make a video clip with me? I would really like that, being filmed with a twenty-year older, very sexy woman. And the money is much better than wages.
“You could have another woman with me one day. Then next day you could have me with another man.”
“Would love to, let’s make it happen,” I purred.
And we did, though that’s another story, watch out for it.
It takes the right time, the right place and the right circumstance but Logan finally accomplishes his goal to fuck his beautiful Mom.Logan Mitchell is an athletic, 6’ 1” ruggedly handsome nineteen-year-old college freshman. His broad smile, blue eyes, and blond hair catch the eyes of both young and old females. He is aware of his good looks and mindful of the fact that his hormones are hitting on all cylinders. Describing him as a horny teenager is a gross understatement. It takes very little to trigger his erections, and every time his mother, Lucy, or his seventeen-year-old sister, Becky, come into the same room with him a significant bulge develops in his pants. He is just weeks away from his twentieth birthday and is ashamed to admit he is still a virgin. He finds that extremely embarrassing.
It’s Sunday morning, and the family is having breakfast together. Logan’s mother is wearing a terrycloth robe that comes down to mid-thigh. It is apparent to Logan she is not wearing a bra, by the way, her breast jiggle when she flips pancakes. Logan often wonders what else she has on under that short robe. Does she have on a sexy nightgown? Is she wearing lace panties or maybe going commando? He would really love to know. Logan’s Sister is wearing her usual sleeping attire, which is a long cotton t-shirt that comes down just far enough to easily cover her panties; that’s assuming she even wears panties to bed. He doesn’t know for sure. It is apparent she doesn’t have a bra on because her nipples rousingly poke at the thin cotton fabric. Logan squirms in his chair and tries to adjust his throbbing hard cock secretly. His actions don’t go unnoticed by his father, Jim.
After breakfast, Becky and her mother leave the kitchen to get dressed for their weekly shopping trip to the mall. Logan has to wait for his cock to deflate before attempting to stand. After a minute or two, he pushes his chair back and starts to rise but his father motions for him to remain seated.
Logan’s father clears his throat and then says, “Logan, we need to talk.”
“About what, Dad,” Logan innocently asks?
Logan’s father wastes little time getting directly to the point and sternly asks, “Logan, how long have you been thinking about fucking your Mom?”
Logan is astounded by his Dad’s blatant accusation and stutters and stammers before saying, “What are you talking about, Dad?”
“You know damn well what I am talking about, Logan. I was a teenager once, and I notice how you incessantly eyeball your Mother’s body. A wonderfully sexy body, I must admit. Anyway, I know exactly what’s going through your horny young mind. So, don’t try to bullshit me.”
Logan drops his head and stares at his hands which are nervously twitching and trembling. He knows he has been caught in the act and has no idea how to answer his Dad. Logan has always tried so hard not to be too obvious when lusting for his Mom, but his Mother’s breasts are like magnets drawing his eyes to them every time they bounce or jiggle under her clothes. He knew sooner or later either his Mom or his Dad would notice his ogling but chose to do it anyway. Now that he has been caught red-handed, he decides the only thing he can do is be truthful with his Dad and hope for the best.
“I am sorry, Dad, but I can’t help it,” he whines. “Mom is so beautiful, and her breasts are so inviting. I keep wondering if they look like the ones I see on the internet. I wonder if her areolae are large or small; dark or light. I envision her nipples being long because of the way they poke against her clothes. I shouldn’t admit it, but I sneak around trying to get a glimpse of them for real, but so far, I haven’t been successful.
“You’ve seen her almost naked breasts plenty of times when she wears her skimpy bikini. I would think that would be enough to satisfy your curiosity,” his Dad responds.
“Theoretically, that should be enough, but in reality, it only makes it worse. I end up with a hard-on and a strong desire to rip away Mom’s top and suck on her luscious nipples,” Logan timorously confesses.
“Wow…you ARE a horny little bastard,” Logan’s Dad says as he reaches over and understandingly pats Logan’s hand. “Just for your information, Son, her areolae are about the size of a quarter, and they are a pinkish brown.”
“Thanks for that info Dad, but that doesn’t satisfy my curiosity, in fact, it makes me want to see them that much more.”
“Well then…there’s only one thing we can do to remedy this situation. We need to arrange for you to get naked with your Mom and to give her the fucking you have apparently dreamed about.”
Logan does a double take because he can’t believe what he’s just heard from his customarily conservative Dad. He looks at his Dad and exclaims, “Are you fucking serious, Dad?”
“I am as serious as a heart attack, Son! It’s the only way you will ever get past gawking at her every time she comes into the room.”
“Wouldn’t it bother you if I fucked Mom? I mean won’t you be jealous? I know I would be jealous if she were my girlfriend and some other guy was hanging around her and putting his hands all over her body, and God knows what else.”
“Well, I do have a selfish motive for encouraging you to pursue your desires to have sex with your Mom.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sure you probably know that your Mom and I both have strong sexual appetites and neither of us can go more than a few days without sex.”
“I suspected as much because I hear the two of you several nights a week going at it like a couple deer rutting in the forest,” Logan laughs. “Which makes me wonder even more why in the hell you would be willing to share her with someone else.”
“I don’t want to share her with someone else; that’s my point.”
“I don’t understand, Dad.”
“I travel several weeks out of the month with my medical equipment sales job, and the travel may become even more frequent since my recent territory re-alignment.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“Your Mom’s sex drive is every bit as strong as mine, and I am a shame to admit that a few times I have become weak and succumbed to my desires and had sex with other women while traveling.”
“Oh shit! Does Mom know?”
“No! And you better not tell her. I need you to keep that a secret and I need for you to help me out on the home front.”
“Sure, Dad. I will do whatever you say, but I still don’t understand why you would want me to have sex with Mom.”
“Well…your Mom is only human, and when she needs sex, her desires become so strong that sooner or later, she will weaken like I have a few times. I am concerned that if I’m not there to satisfy her desires then sooner or later someone else will notice her yearning look that most women get when they really need to be fucked and they will take advantage of her weakness. I don’t want her hooking up with some stranger. I worry it might be with someone whom your Mom could form a lasting emotional attachment which could eventually lead to her possibly running away with that person.”
“Mom would never do that, Dad.”
“Well…it wouldn’t be the first time a woman did that because women tend to get more emotional about sex. Unlike men who can fuck just about anything and move on; women often become emotionally attached to a sex partner.”
“I don’t think Mom would do that to you.”
“Probably not but I don’t want to risk it. That’s why I want you to seduce your Mom and fill the need that I can’t fill while I am traveling on business.”
“Do you honestly think Mom would let me or anyone else fuck her?”
“Yes. If she’s properly seduced.”
“No, not Mom. I can’t see anyone seducing Mom but you. She not that kind of woman.”
“Son, any woman can be seduced by any man, or woman for that matter, if she has an unfulfilled need and the seduction is done properly.”
“You really, honestly believe my Mom can be seduced by someone other than yourself?”
“I do. If it is done properly.”
“Well…that’s the key phrase; if it is done properly,” Logan says. “I don’t have any idea how to seduce a woman; much less my own Mom properly.”
“That’s where I come in, Son. I am going to coach you through the essential steps to appropriately seduce your Mom. When I am through, you will have the skills necessary to seduce any woman.”
“Really, Dad? Any woman I want?”
“Wait a minute. I know what you are thinking. I’ve also observed the way you look at your little Sister, Becky. She is off limits because she is only a senior in high school, still under eighteen and not considered a consenting adult.”
“Well as long as we are being honest with each other, what about after she’s eighteen? Her birthday is only a few months away. Would you mind if I use those seduction skills to fuck Becky after she is eighteen?”
“After she is eighteen and beyond the age of consent, I won’t give you a hassle if you try your luck with your Sister, but I would prefer you wait until after I’ve had my shot at her first.”
Logan is totally shocked at his Dad’s response. “Daaaddd!” He draws out the word. “I’ve never even seen you looking at Becky that way. How long have you thought about fucking her?”
“Practically every day since she started developing those fine tits that poke through her t-shirt every morning.”
“I would’ve never guessed it because I’ve never seen you looking at her in that manner.”
“Well…I do observe her like that, but I don’t make it so obvious others would notice. There is a reason I don’t gawk, and that is lesson number one for you to learn. Stop ogling her and your Mom because it only makes them feel creepy, and it can be a real turn off for most women. You will never get to first base with any woman if you stare at her body like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat. An admiring casual glance is okay and is often taken as a compliment, but lustful staring is a no, no.”
“I never thought of it that way,” Logan replies.
“And remember, your Mom is not a slut, so don’t expect to talk her into your bed in a few short weeks. Seduction is all about paying attention to someone else’s needs and moving forward accordingly. If you truly want to seduce a woman, spend time getting to know her and her body language. Set an appropriate atmosphere for the seduction, and move slowly, very slowly before getting too physical.”
“What should I do first?”
“Well, you already hug her occasionally. I suggest instead of gawky; you hug her more often and maybe follow up the hug with a kiss on her neck. The neck and ears have many nerve endings and are generally not touched as often as they should be. Your Mom loves it when I kiss her neck where it intersects with her shoulder. Nibbling on her earlobe is a real turn on for her, but that’s not something you want to do right away. Let her gets used to the gentle kisses on the neck before you move to an advanced technique such as earlobe nibbling. Remember to go slow and see how she responds to different things.”
Becky and her Mom interrupt Jim and Logan’s strategy meeting when they drop by the kitchen before leaving for the mall. Logan takes that opportunity to go to his room and Googles “How to seduced a Woman.” He finds several articles and spends the next few hours studying the information. All of the essays recommend going slow, paying attention to body language, listen more than you talk and not revealing your ultimate intentions right away.
Around six o’clock, Logan goes downstairs and finds his Mom is back from the mall and is in the kitchen hovering over the stove. His Dad is sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. His Mom is wearing a light blue polo shirt and khaki shorts that hug the contours of her firm butt. She is as sexy as a sixteen-year-old in that outfit. Logan walks up behind his Mom and encircles her waist with his arms and gives her a gentle, loving squeeze. He is tempted to go higher and fondle her tits, but his better judgment tells him that would fall under the category of moving too fast.
“What are you cooking, Mom?”
“It’s your Dad’s favorite; beef stroganoff,” she cheerfully answers.
Logan rests his chin on his Mom’s shoulder and says, “It smells wonderful. So, do you, Mom.” He then gives her another gentle squeeze and a quick kiss on her neck. The effect is immediate. She blushes and goose-bumps spread across her arms. She says nothing but Logan’s Dad winks at him and gives him the thumbs up.
Logan turns away and buries his head in the fridge looking for something cold to drink. His Mom glances around to make sure no one is watching and tugs at her wet panties that are beginning to stick to her moist vagina. She feels a moment of guilt because her son’s doting attention had had that effect on her. She blushes again and squeezes her thighs together.
Becky enters the kitchen and opens one of the overhead cabinets. She rises on her tip-toes to retrieve dinner plates from above. She is barefoot and wearing ultra-tight cut-off denim shorts that look like they are painted on her cute little butt.
Logan and his Dad both dwell a long moment on her tight round ass. After a few seconds of gaping Logan clears his throat and smiles at his Dad who is still studying her sexy little butt. Logan’s Dad gives an approving nod, and a wink then returned to his newspaper.
After dinner, Becky and her Mom clean the kitchen and then join the guys in the family room to watch TV. Jim has settled in his comfortable chair, and Logan is sitting on the sofa. Logan moves to the middle of the sofa to allow Becky to sit in her usual place to his left and his Mom to his right. There are about twenty minutes left to the western Logan, and his Dad is watching. As soon as the final credits begin to roll, Becky grabs the remote and finds a romantic “chick-flick” movie for them to watch. Logan and his Dad both grumble but agree it is only fair for the girls to pick the movie since they had endured part of the western.
A few minutes into the movie, Becky loops her right arm through Logan’s left arm and cuddles against him with her head on his shoulder. It’s her favorite position while watching a movie with the family. Everything is fine until Logan becomes aware Becky’s right breast is pressing against his arm. He prays that the stirring in his gym shorts doesn’t grow into a full-fledged boner. After a while, his cock settles into a semi-hard bulge. He decides that it’s a good thing because one of the articles he read suggests women can get turned on when a man gets an erection in their presence. Especially if they think they caused the erection.
There is a hot love scene taking place on the TV and Logan notices his Mom’s breathing is more substantial than usual. He uses his peripheral vision to watch her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric of her polo shirt and become very apparent. One of the internet articles he read implied casual touching promoted erotic thoughts when a woman is in an apparent state of arousal. He is convinced her heavy breathing and erect nipples is ample proof that she is in a state of arousal. Logan cunningly places his right hand on his Mom’s left thigh just above her knee. She immediately puts her hand on his hand, gives it a gentle squeeze, and holds it in place. Logan feels his cock twitch and his bulge growing.
Moments later, he feels a rush of confidence and tries to move his hand a bit further up his Mom’s thigh, but she holds his hand firmly in place. She never takes her eyes off the TV screen and doesn’t give any indication she thinks Logan’s hand is out of place on her thigh. Logan’s cock is uncomfortably hard and needs to be adjusted, but his Mom continues to hold his hand firmly in place on her thigh.
There is a commercial break in the movie, and Becky pauses the movie to see if anyone needs a break. Logan rushes to the downstairs bathroom to relieve the pressure building in his balls. When Logan returns to the family room some ten or fifteen minutes later, Becky and his Mom have changed into their sleeping attire and are back on the sofa. Becky is wearing her usual long cotton t-shirt and probably a pair of cotton panties. His Mom has on her white thigh length terrycloth robe. Logan squeezes between the two women then Becky resumes the movie and returns to her cuddle position next to Logan. She naively presses her braless tit against his arm and repositions her head on his shoulder. Logan takes immediate notice of her breast against his arm and wonders if she did it innocently or to tease him. His hormones have him so confused he can’t separate fact from fantasy.
Mom takes a similar position as Becky on Logan’s right and lays her head on his shoulder. Her braless left breast is resting against Logan’s right arm. He can feel himself getting hard again. He makes a quick adjustment then casually places his hand on his Mom’s thigh. This time she appears as though she doesn’t notice the placement of his hand and concentrates on the movie. After what he thinks is a reasonable pause, he furtively advances his hand up her thigh a couple of inches. She doesn’t react at all to his slight encroachment. Logan’s heart is beating so loud he is afraid everyone in the room can hear. He inches his hand a bit further. She emits a low, almost inaudible moan and snuggles closer to Logan.
“Oh my God, she is going to let me work my hand all the way up to her pussy,” Logan thinks to himself. The exhilaration he experiences at that moment is almost overwhelming. He feels like he is not going to be able to take his next breath. He becomes light-headed and feels as if he may pass out.
Logan glances around the room and everyone, including his Mom, appear to be glued to a love scene taking place on the TV screen. He makes a bold decision and moves his hand the final few inches and touches her wet panties with the side of his hand. She stiffens as she gasps and quickly places her hand on his hand, holding it firmly against her wet vagina. She pauses a few seconds that seem more like minutes. He is almost sure she is going to leave his hand resting against her panty covered pussy, but then she moves his hand to own his lap. She lovingly pats the back of his hand and gives him a quick peck on the cheek and goes back to watching the movie as if nothing had happened.
Logan is drowning in his embarrassment, and as soon as the movie ends, he retreats without explanation to his room and strips naked for bed. He crawls under the sheets and holds his right hand to his nose. He can smell his Mom’s wetness on his hand. It only takes a few strokes on his swollen cock to gain relief. He cleans up the mess and then dozes off into a restful slumber.
Logan awakens to the smell of bacon cooking. He is hungry but decides to lay in bed a bit longer and savor the fact that he had actually touched his Mom’s vagina. It was covered by her panties, but none the less he did get to touch her in her most private place. He wonders if she is mad at him and also wonders how he is going to face her at breakfast. He’s just before masturbating again when there is a knock on his door.
His Dad pokes his head in and says, “I was just getting ready to leave on a sales trip to Nashville, but I want to have a quick word with you before I leave.”
“Sure, Dad, what’s on your mind?”
Jim sits on the edge of the bed and says, “I watched you out of the corner of my eye last night as you cunningly worked your hand up your Mom’s thigh and judging by the expression on her face, I believe you successfully made contact with your intended goal.”
“Oh shit, Dad. Was I that obvious?”
“No, not at all. It was so skillfully done I don’t believe anyone else in the room was aware of what was happening. I’m proud of you and feel more than confident you can keep your Mom’s mind off of other men who may try to take advantage of her horny moments while I am away.”
“Thanks, Dad, I’ll try not to let you down. By the way, how long are you going to be gone?”
“I know what you are concerned about, Son. Your 20th birthday is in a couple of weeks, but I will be back in time to celebrate it in grand style.”
“Thanks, Dad, I’m looking forward to the party we are going to have.”
Jim leaves for his two-week sales trip to Nashville, and Logan reluctantly ventures downstairs to face his Mom. He doesn’t know for sure what kind of mood she may be in since his brazen move the previous night. Mom has her back to the kitchen table when Logan enters the room and is cooking scrambled eggs. He doesn’t know what to expect from her and is hesitant to approach her with his usual hug. Instead, he takes a seat at the table next to Becky and says over his shoulder, “Good morning, Mom.”
“What? Are you too lazy to give your Mom a hug,” she says over her shoulder as she continues preparing breakfast?”
Logan rises from his chair and moves guardedly toward his Mom. He has an enormous morning woody and is careful not to let it poke her in the butt as he caresses her around her waist and plants a kiss on her neck.
“Now that’s more like it,” she replies. “I was beginning to think you were mad at me.”
When Logan returns to the table, Becky locks her eyes on the tent in his boxer shorts and squawks, “My God, Logan. That movie last night must’ve caused you to have a really hot dream.”
“Shut the fuck up, Becky,” he growls.
Mom doesn’t even have to turn around and look to know Becky is talking about. It’s like she has eyes in the back of her head. Still facing away from the table, she says, “Leave your brother alone, Becky. It’s perfectly normal for a teenage boy his age to have an erection first thing in the morning.”
“Geez, Mom! Can’t a guy have a little privacy around here,” Logan embarrassingly groans?
Logan is pulled away from his favorite porn site by the sound of laughter and giggling coming from the swimming pool in the backyard. He looks down from his bedroom window and sees his Mom and Sister playfully splashing around in the swimming pool. His Mom is wearing a bright yellow bikini that barely covers her essential parts. Becky is wearing an identical style bikini that is light blue with white polka dots. It’s difficult to tell the two women apart because of their similar builds. Both are approximately 5′ 8″, 120+ pounds, and long blond hair worn in high ponytails. When they chase each other, their 36C breasts bounce and jiggle to the point of almost escaping their bikini tops. Logan slowly strokes his seven inches, which are protruding through the slit in his boxers and envisions his Mom on her knee, taking his cock down her throat. He almost orgasms at the thought.
Lucy sees her son watching from his bedroom window and motions for him to come down and join them. By the time Logan joins them, both girls are lying face down on their sun lounges soaking up the rays. Becky unhooks her bikini top and allows it to fall away from her back. She holds up the sunscreen and says, “Logan, will you rub lotion on my back, please?”
Logan kneels between the two sun lounges and smears a generous amount of sunscreen on Becky’s back and legs. He is cautious to keep the promise made to his Dad and does not touch any areas that would likely be considered inappropriate.
When he stands up, his Mom looks over her shoulder, unhooks her bikini top and says, “Be a sweetheart, honey and put some sunscreen on your Mom’s back.”
Logan eagerly sits on the edge of her sun lounger and squirts lotion in his hands. He takes his time and studies the best place to begin. He starts at her shoulders and neck, then moves to her sides and guardedly caresses the bulge of her breasts. She rises off the lounger just enough for him to encompass more of her breasts but not enough for him to reach her taut nipples. He makes a couple unsuccessful attempts to reach her nipples then gives up and returns to her lower back. After thoroughly covering her back, he cautiously slips his right hand under her bikini bottom and caresses first one cheek then the other. His Mom doesn’t object until he slides a finger between her crack and presses on her anal opening; so much for moving slow. She slaps his hand away and says, “Logan, honey, behave yourself!”
“Sorry, Mom. I got carried away.”
“Don’t forget my legs and feet, Honey.”
Logan starts with her right leg and massages sunscreen into her calf muscle and then moves to her right foot. He covers her foot, top, and bottom before working his way back up her leg to her thigh. He covers the back of her thigh, then the outer part of her thigh before cautiously moving to the fleshy part of her inner thigh. She spreads her legs wider, giving him ample space to work in that area. Logan takes that as tacit approval to explore and brushes the back of his hand against her bikini covered vagina.
His Mom flinches and gasps, “Be careful where you place your hands, Honey.”
Logan moves to her left leg and repeats the process. He takes his time and lovingly massages her left foot, her calf and then on to her left thigh. His cock is so hard it is painful. His Mom coos and mewls each time he moves close to her vagina. She is giving mixed signals to her son. Lucy raises her butt slightly up into the air as if to ask him to touch it. He takes a couple of cautious moves and lets the back of his hand drag across the area where her anus and vagina meet. She shudders a bit but doesn’t say anything, so Logan does it a couple of more times and still no objection. He gets braver and moves his hand to her Venus mound and cups it lightly with his palm and waits for her reaction. Lucy does nothing until he presses his middle finger against her clit. She takes a deep breath and stiffens. Seconds tick off, but they seem like minutes. He can feel her obviously pressing her vagina against the palm of his hand. She suddenly bolts upright, covers her breasts with a towel, and says, “I’m going to take a shower.”
Logan watches as his Mom rushes through the patio door and disappears into the house. The tent in his bathing suit leaves no doubt that he has a throbbing erection. Becky studies his prominent bulge a minute, then raises up on her elbows and says, “I’m going to tell Daddy.”
Logan directs his attention to his younger Sister, whose breasts are blatantly dangling with hard nipples for him to see. Time stands still for a moment like he is in a trance. Without taking his eyes off her tits, he asks, “What the hell are you going to tell Daddy?”
“That you were feeling Mom up and rubbing her pussy through her bikini bottom.”
“Fuck you, Becky,” Logan says as he storms toward the house.
Becky likes that her big brother’s eyes had been glued to her naked tits. She feels a stirring in her groin that sends chills throughout her whole body. She feels a need to rush to her bedroom and take care of the itch that is causing her entire body to tingle.
Logan’s Mom fingers herself through three magnificent orgasms before sliding down the tile wall of the shower. She sits there, letting the water cascade over her body as she admonishes herself for having such lewd thoughts about her teenage son. She knows what he wants from her and chides herself for wanting to give in to his lustful pursuit.
Two days before Logan’s birthday, his cell phone rings. It’s his Dad. Logan expects its lousy news because his Dad never calls him while traveling on business. Logan reluctantly hits the answer button and says, “Good morning Dad. What’s this unexpected call about? I hope it’s not bad news.”
“I just wanted to call with an early Happy Birthday wish.”
“Does that mean you are not going to make it back home in time to be with me on my birthday day?”
Jim hesitates a moment then says, “Well you are partially right, Logan. I won’t make it home in time for your birthday day, but I am making arrangements for you and your Mom and Becky to come to Nashville where the four of us will celebrate your 20th birthday in grand style.”
Logan pauses a moment then skeptically says, “Okay, I’m listening. What’s the plan?”
“I’ll check with the hotel to see if I can get a couple of rooms for you and your sister, and your Mom will room with me. I thought the whole family would enjoy a day at ‘Opryland’ followed by a big Birthday Day dinner at an expensive restaurant.”
“Wow…that sounds great, Dad. Have you told Mom yet?”
“No. I wanted to run it by you first and make sure you wanted that kind of celebration.”
“Well, I’ll hang up now and let you call her on the house phone and get everything set up.”
Logan gives his Mom and Dad about fifteen minutes to complete their phone conversation and then heads downstairs. He finds his Mom with her back to the door, wiping down the breakfast table. She is still wearing her terrycloth robe. Logan tiptoes behind her, put his arms around her waist, and gives her a big hug. She stands up straight and affectionately leans back into his arms. He presses his morning woody against her butt and moves his right hand up to her left breast and gives it a gentle squeeze. She quickly wiggles free of his grasp and turns to face him. He is baffled by the shock on her face.
“Logan Honey, I know what you are trying to do, and I can tell you right now that’s not going to happen.”
Logan has a bewildered expression on his face and takes a step forward to embrace his Mom, but she puts her hand on his chest and holds him at bay.
“It’s perfectly normal for a young teenage boy your age to fantasize about having sex with his Mom, but I can assure you it is ONLY a fantasy and will not happen.”
“But Mom….” He wants to tell her that his Dad approves, but his better judgment tells him that would not be wise.
“No buts, Honey. It’s a fact of life, and you are not the only teenage boy to feel a sexual attraction to his Mom”, she calmly explains. “I am truly, truly flattered that you are attracted to me in that manner but feel I may have misled you by allowing you to touch me without objecting. When your hands strayed the other day while applying sunscreen to my body, I should have put a stop to it right then, but I didn’t. It was wrong of me, and I am sorry, but Moms aren’t allowed to do things like that with their Sons. It’s called incest, and it is against the law.”
Logan steps back, exasperatingly points at his hard cock which is fighting to spring free from his boxer shorts and pleadingly asks, “And just what am I supposed to do with this, Mom?”
Lucy can genuinely feel her Son’s pain because, at that moment, she too wants to retreat to the nearest bedroom with her son and fuck like a couple rabbits. She is highly aroused and sexually frustrated by everything that has taken place over the past week and feels she needs to cum just as badly as he does.
“There is nothing wrong with masturbating until you get relief,” she sweetly smiles. “Now would you like to go to the bathroom and take care of that problem while I prepare you a nice breakfast?”
Logan reaches out, pulls her into his arms and plants a kiss on her lips. Her mouth is open because of her shock and Logan shoves his in her mouth and begins to explore. She struggles for a moment then relaxes, puts her hand behind his head, pulls him closer, and returns his kiss. Their tongues dance and wrestle like two young lovers. Logan presses his hard cock to her belly, and she pushes back with equal force. Logan then takes her right hand and places it on his cock. She squeezes it through his boxers and gently strokes it up and down.
Then as though someone had flipped a switch, she breaks free of his embrace and hurriedly retreats to her bedroom. Logan pours himself a cup of coffee and sits down at the table. He slowly sips his coffee and congratulates himself on his progress. Thirty minutes later, Logan hears the front door open and close. He walks into the front room in time to see his Mom drive away in the family car. He turns to find Becky standing behind him.
“I’m going to tell Daddy.”
Logan lets out a dismal grunt and storms out of the room. He spends the rest of the day in his room surfing porno sites and napping. Around five thirty, Logan smells terrific aromas coming from the kitchen. He pulls on a pair of gym shorts and ventures down to see what’s cooking. Becky is setting the table, and his Mom is preparing dinner. His Mom smiles and says, “I cooked your favorite; spaghetti and meatballs.”
It’s as if the kiss he and his Mom shared never happened. The usual family banter around the dinner table is nothing out of the ordinary. Logan begins to think he dreamed it all.
“Becky and I are going to the Mall tomorrow to buy some things for our trip to Nashville. Do you want to come along, Honey?”
Logan doesn’t answer. He looks first at his Mom and then to Becky. He wonders how they can act as if the incident never happened.
“Can I take that as a yes, Honey?”
Logan nods his head, yes.
The drive to Nashville takes approximately four hours. Logan and his Mom take turns driving while Becky sits in the back seat reading her Glamour Magazine and Teen VOGUE. They arrive at the hotel around dinner time and find Dad waiting for them in the lobby. After a round of hugs and kisses, Dad instructs a bellhop the take their luggage to the rooms, then he hustles everyone into the dining room for dinner.
Jim and Lucy have wine with their dinner; Logan and Becky settle for ice tea but prefer wine. The conversation around the table is lively with everyone excited about the pending day at ‘Opryland.’ After dinner, Becky and her Mom enjoy a chocolate dessert while Logan and his Dad go to the concierge desk to get confirmation and tickets for the next day’s activities. Jim uses that occasion to talk to Logan about his seduction progress with his Mom and their hotel accommodations.
He pulls his Son to one side and asks, “How is the seduction of your Mom going?”
“Not as well as we had hoped,” Logan groans. “The other morning after your call, she told me outright that she knew what I was trying to do and said it was not going to happen.”
“Tell me exactly what happened.”
“Well…about fifteen minutes after your phone conversation with her the other morning, I headed downstairs and found Mom with her back to the door wiping down the breakfast table. She was still wearing her robe. I tiptoed behind her, put my arms around her waist, and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the neck. She stood upright and leaned back into my arms as if we were lovers. I assumed by that reaction she was amenable to more taking place. So, I took that as an approval to do more and pressed my morning woody against her butt and moved my right hand up to her left breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. And then without warning, everything changed. She quickly wiggled free of my grasp and turned to face me. She had this shocked expression on her face and acted as if I had just committed a cardinal sin or something. Then she firmly said, “I know what you are trying to do, Honey and I can tell you right now with certainty that it’s not going happen. Moms are not allowed to have sex with their Son.”
“What did you say?”
“I tried to talk to her, but she told me to go masturbate and get rid of my erection while she prepared my breakfast.”
“Okay…don’t let a little setback like that prevent you from continuing with our plan”, his Dad says as he slaps him on the back. “She knows what you want, and I am betting she wants the same thing.”
“She didn’t act like someone who wanted the same thing.”
“I know, but she didn’t outright say NO or STOP. When a woman says NO or STOP, it’s over and you back away. However, if she says something like, “We shouldn’t do this, or this is not right, or I’m your Mother, we can’t.” Or words to that effect she is not telling you to stop. She is more or less saying she wants the same thing but feels she should be on record as objecting.”
“So, how do I proceed from here, Dad?”
“I’ll just have to get her so horny on this trip that she will be begging you to fuck her.”
“And how do you propose to do that?”
“Well, it’s been almost two weeks since we last had sex and I’m willing to bet she is just about ready to fuck my brains out. Now all I need to do is find a way to avoid having sex with her for the next two night and send her back home feeling hornier than when she got here. However, I have to be careful not to leave the impression I am getting sex elsewhere. That could lead to an even bigger problem.”
“Or it could get her aroused enough she will be even more conducive to my sexual overtures,” Logan counters.
“I don’t know. I think I need to give this a little more thought. I can probably avoid sex with your Mom tonight by drinking more wine and pretend to fall asleep while she is in the shower”, Jim grins, “but I will need to come up with something else tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow night you can pretend to be too tire for sex after our long day at ‘Opryland,'” Logan suggests.
“That might work, but I still need to give it more thought. I’m thinking I may need to lick your Mom’s pussy to tomorrow night until she is ready to cum and then pretend to fall asleep before her orgasm happens. That will have her so horny you could probably fuck her in the hotel lobby. You all will leave for home early the next morning and hopefully she will ready to accept any sexual overture you make. I will follow a day or two later after I make my last sales call and will expect to hear about your success.”
“I hope you don’t make her so horny she can’t help me with the drive home,” Logan laughs.
“She may become a bit fidgety, but she should be able to drive home. My concern is that my first night at home, she will be crawling all over me if you haven’t been successful. If that’s the case, I may not be able to resist.”
“Where does that leave me if you give in to her?”
“I don’t think I will give in because I intend to have sex again with that hot little nurse, I told you about. If you haven’t successfully seduced your Mom by the time, I get home, then I intend to bring your Mom to the point of orgasm several times before pretending to fall asleep once again. That should do it. She will be so frustrated she won’t be able to sleep and will go downstairs to use her vibrator. That’s when you happen upon the scene and give her the relief she will so dearly need.”
“What if she still resists my advances?”
“At that point, I don’t think she will resist, but if she does just be firm with her and proceed as long as she doesn’t give you an emphatic NO. She will more than likely want to have sex so badly nothing will stand in the way of you reaching your goal, but she may still want it to appear like the decision was taken out of her hands. That way, she won’t feel as guilty.”
“Dad, how did you get to be so wise about sex?”
“It took years of observation and lots of trial and error,” his Dad brags.
“Oh, by the way, I fail to mention that I kissed Mom on the lips and she returned my kiss with a passionate kiss that I felt deep in my balls,” Logan grins.
“Shit, Logan! If she kissed you back, then you’re golden. It’s just a matter of time before the two of you are in bed together. Just be patient and keep doing what you have been doing.”
Jim pats his Son on the back, and Logan’s smile broadens across his face.
“Which brings me to another matter,” Jim adds. “I was only able to book one additional room because a convention has this hotel fully booked. I am going to rely on you to keep your promise not to try and take advantage of your Sister.”
“Only one room?” Logan is astounded. “Dad, are you telling me that Becky and I will have to share a hotel room together? That’s asking a hell of a lot of me, and I am not too sure Becky will agree to give up her privacy”, Logan groans. “Surely there are some other arrangements that can be made.”
“The only other thing we can do is book you a room at another hotel, and I am not so sure your Mom will go along with that arrangement. And another thing I haven’t mentioned is that not only will you and Becky be sharing a room, but you will also be sharing the same bed because they only had a King Room with one king-size bed.”
“Daaaddd, I’m as horny as a dog with two dicks, and now you want me to sleep in the same bed with my sexy Sister who you and I both admitted we want to fuck. I won’t even be able to get enough privacy to jack-off. What the hell am I going to do with my erections? I’m more than sure that I will have a perpetual erection the whole time.”
“Just bottle all that sexual energy and save it for your Mom. With both of you being equally deprived of sexual relief for the next few nights, it will motivate the two of you to find relief with each other.”
Everyone is surprised when Becky doesn’t create a fuss when she learns that she and her brother will be sharing a room. She doesn’t even blink an eye when it is also revealed they will be sharing the same bed. In fact, she seems to be a bit excited. Jim gives Logan a stern look that silently reminds him of his promise not to take advantage of his little Sister.
Becky takes her shower first and emerges from the bathroom wearing her usual sleeping attire; a long cotton t-shirt that comes down to mid-thigh, no bra and maybe or maybe not a pair of panties. Logan has no way of knowing for sure. Logan takes his time with his hot shower and ardently strokes his cock through three orgasms while thinking about eating his Mom’s pussy and fucking her into unconsciousness. He wants to be sure there are no sexual urges left in him when he crawls into bed with his Sister. He has every intention of keeping his promise to his Dad and not show the least bit of lust toward his Sister.
When Logan comes out of the bathroom, he is wearing his usual sleeping attire; boxer shorts and no shirt. Becky is in the middle of the bed with her back against the headboard watching a romance movie. Logan joins her on the bed and leans his back against the headboard. She immediately assumes her usual cuddle position alongside him. She links her arm around his arm and lays her head on his shoulder. Everything is fine until Logan feels his cock getting hard. The three orgasms apparently weren’t enough to suppress his desires for his Sister. He glances at Becky to see if she has noticed his growing bulge. Her eyes are locked on a love scene taking place on the TV screen. Logan stealthy positions a pillow over his increasing hardness.
“Did I cause that, or maybe you’re still thinking about fucking Mom?” Becky casually asks while keeping her eyes glued to the TV screen.
“Becky, give it a rest. I’ve told you a dozen times I am not trying to have sex with our Mom.”
“Yeah…if you say so.”
“Well, I do say so…so drop it and enjoy your movie.”
They go back to watching TV, but there is tension in the room. They both become fidgety. Logan is aware of Becky glancing every few minutes at the pillow covering his lap, and it is making his cock that much harder. Becky breaks the strained silence when she says, “Can I feel it?”
“Can you feel what?”
“That hard cock you are trying to hide under the pillow.”
“Damn it, Becky. No, you cannot touch my cock. You are my Sister, and that would be incest”, he snaps. “And no, I am not trying to fuck our Mom because that too would be incest!”
“Then why are you always putting your hands all over her body all the time?”
“I give her a hug every once in a while, and an occasional kiss on the neck to show her I love her and appreciate her.”
“You also squeeze her tits and rub your hard cock against her butt.”
“I do not! For God’s sake, Becky, get control of your dirty mind.”
There is another long silent pause, then Becky asks, “Do you love me?”
“Of course, I do. You’re my little Sister.”
“Do you appreciate me?”
“Absolutely! You’re my little Sister.”
There is another long pause, and then Becky asks, “Why don’t you hug me and squeeze my tits every once in a while?”
Logan loses his patience and growls, “I don’t want to discuss this nonsense anymore, Becky. Turn off the fucking TV and let’s go to sleep.” He turns away and covers himself with the top sheet. “And from his moment on, I don’t want to hear another word about Mom and me and what you may or may not be thinking is going on between us.”
Becky turns the TV and the lights off then turn away from her brother. She covers herself with the top sheet and says, “Good night, Logan. I love you.”
Logan only grunts then falls asleep. Becky waits until she is sure he is sound asleep and then fingers herself to a fantastic orgasm.
The day at ‘Opryland’ is enjoyable but tiring for all. The birthday dinner is a huge success, and everyone returns to the hotel totally exhausted. There is no need for Jim to fake falling to sleep. Lucy is asleep before he finishes his shower and comes to bed. Becky and Logan both fall into a deep slumber as soon as their heads hit the pillow.
The trip home from Nashville is uneventful. Their first night home everyone is tired and fall into their usual routines. Logan joins his Mom and his Sister in the family room to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie, the phone rings. It’s Dad and Lucy takes the call in the kitchen. When she returns, her eyes are red, and it is apparent, she has been crying.
“What’s wrong Mom,” Becky asks?
“That was your Dad. He has to go to Louisville on business and won’t be home for another week,” she sobs.
Becky and Logan give their Mom a group hug and console her. After a few minutes of solace, Lucy excuses herself and retires for the evening. Logan and Becky finish watching their movie and then both go to bed. Logan tosses and turns for over an hour. He knows his Mom is hurting but doesn’t know if he should go to her bedroom to further console her. He feels it will be an excellent opportunity to move forward with his planned seduction. The decision is taken out of his hands when he hears his Mom’s bedroom door open, and she tip-toes downstairs. Logan waits five minutes then follows her down.
Logan finds his Mom sitting on the sofa in the dark family room. A night light casts a shadow across the room, and Logan can see her chest rise and fall as she quietly sobs. Logan joins her on the sofa, takes her into his strong arms, and asks, “What’s wrong, Mom?”
“I think your Dad may be seeing someone else,” she sobs into his chest.
“Why do you think that Mom?”
“Because he hardly touched me when we were I Nashville.”
“That doesn’t mean he is seeing someone else.”
“Yes, it does,” she insists. “Normally, he can’t keep his hands off me, but in Nashville, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid having sex with me.”
Logan holds her tightly to his chest and tenderly rubs his hand up and down her back. Her heart is obviously aching, and Logan is tempted to confess the plan he and his Dad had concocted. After giving it a bit more thought, he determines that may make matters even worse. They both rest their chin on each other’s shoulder. Logan kisses her tenderly on the neck then follows his Dad’s suggestion and moves up to nibble on her earlobe. He feels a shiver pass through her, and she pulls him closer.
Logan removes his chin from her shoulder and places his index finger under her chin, tilting her head up where he can gaze into her eyes. Mom’s eyes are wet with tears and red from the crying. Logan thinks he reads all the signals that she wants to be kissed. He decides to test his intuition and leans forward. She closes her eyes, parts her lips, and accepts his kiss. Soon their tongues are fighting for position. Lucy sucks his tongue deep into her mouth, and Logan’s hand intuitively slides inside her robe. She has nothing on under the robe, and he caresses her warm breast while tweaking her nipple.
Lucy lets the robe slide off her shoulders and lays back on the sofa, pulling Logan with her. His porn site training kicks in and he sucks first one hard nipple into his mouth and then switches to her other nipple. She places her hand on his head and pushes him down, guiding him to where she needs him the most. He can smell her arousal as he descends toward her Venus mound. He is pleased by the site of her well-manicured, yet very hairy pussy. She has luscious full pussy lips and a large clit that begs for him to suck it.
Logan removes his boxers, moves further down the sofa, placing his face between her thighs. He spreads the lips of her vagina and blows gently on her opening. He had seen that on a porn site and was eager to try it on his Mom. Just like on the porn site, her clit pushes out from under its protective hood. He begins kissing her inner thighs, listening to her moans and mewls as he switches from one thigh to the other. He moves back to her pussy where he runs his tongue over her wet lips. His Mom lets out a deep guttural groan, and then he feels her hands on his head again; guiding him to all the places, she needs attention. He begins licking her hot labia, listening to her moans of pleasure as he continues running his tongue up and down her pussy. He parts her folds and lets her juices flow down onto his tongue. He finds himself vigorously tongue fucking his Mom as she begins gyrating on the sofa and pulling his hair with her fingers. He is so glad he had watched those porn sites. He wants his Mom to think of him as a worthy sex partner; not just her horny teenage Son.
Logan works his tongue deep into her pussy as she thrusts her hips upward before he moves up and takes her clit into his mouth. As he begins sucking her clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into her pussy, finding just how tight it is. That’s another little trick he learned on the porn site. He begins to alternate between licking and sucking her clit, as she becomes more and more impassioned. It isn’t long before she is thrusting her pussy hard against his face as the first of many orgasms wash over her.
Next, his Mom pulls him up, kissing him and licking her cum from his face. He doesn’t ask for her approval and slips his seven-inch cock into her pussy as she gasps and wraps her legs tightly around his waist. After his first few thrusts, she places her heels under his ass cheeks and tells him to fuck her good and hard. He begins to feel sorry for his Mom because she is one hell of a hot woman and doesn’t always have a man around to make love to her the way she deserved; when she needs it. He starts thrusting his seven-inch cock deep into her pussy as she grunts and takes it all.
He can feel the lust and genuine enthusiasm coming from her as he fucks her in the manner he’d always dreamed of. Every once in a while, she stiffens and uses her heels to pull him deeper into her. She shudders and shakes for a moment and then relaxes. It concerns him, and he asks her if he is hurting her, but she assures him that he is not. She tells him that was her having an orgasm. He asks her to warn him before each orgasm, so he will know what is coming.
The way her pussy keeps tightening, gripping his cock, and the enthusiasm of her thrusts is absolutely incredible. He mentions how great her pussy feels squeezing his cock, and she whispers that it is her pussy’s way of thanking him for fucking it so well. Over the next twenty minutes, he hammers his cock into his Mom’s pussy, fucking her in every position she suggests. Some of the positions she suggests he hadn’t even seen on the porn site, but he enjoyed them just the same.
She orgasms at least two more times before he finally reaches his point of no return. However, he can feel his balls tighten, and tingle as his orgasm finally begins to bubble up. He fights like hell to stop his explosion for his Mom to have one more orgasm, but it isn’t necessary to delay it because she starts cumming at the same time as he does. She screams as his hot sperm bursts into her spasming pussy.
“Oh my God, Logan, Honey! I’m cumminnnggg! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!”
Logan is afraid she will wake up Becky with her screams as he fills her sucking, clenching pussy with all he has in him. He tries to muffle her cries by shoving his tongue in her mouth as her scrunching pussy sucks the final drops from his balls. When they finally come down from their orgasmic high, his Mom can’t thank him enough for making love to her. He assures her that he will always be there any time she has a sexual need that requires his attention.
“Thank you so much, Sweetie, you have no idea how much that means to me,” his Mom breathlessly whispers.
They spoon quietly on the sofa while Logan holds his semi-flaccid cock against her rear-end and gently strokes one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger.
“I have to admit I look forward to doing this with you many more times,” his Mom confides. “However, it’s critical we never let your Dad or your Sister know we did this.”
“Your secret is safe with me, Mom.” he solemnly promises.
Becky sits quietly on the dark stairway with her fingers buried deep in her pussy while she plots a way to get her big brother into her bed.
Comments and advice welcome.I remember dying then the next thing I remember is being in the body of a large dog. Not really sure of the breed I think I’m just a mutt. A big dark short furred mastiff. I wandered around in a park looking at all of the attractive women. One day I saw a tanned long legged beauty wearing a short skirt sitting on a park bench. I walked up to her and stuck my head under her skirt moving her legs apart and began licking her slit.
I was surprised she did not try to stop me but when I looked at her she was sitting with mouth open and not moving. I pulled her panties off and went back to licking her pussy. A crowd gathered to watch as I brought her to an orgasm. Then three teenagers moved her off the bench and onto her hands and knees. Urging me to mount her I did this quickly entering her and ejaculating which many posted on the internet.
I walked away very satisfied leaving the woman exposed and dripping. Awhile later I saw another beautiful woman sitting at a table at an outdoor café. She was sitting with two other woman and watching this time I noticed as I approached she seemed to freeze in place. The two women en sitting with her watched me approaching g moved their hands to her legs pulling them apart spreading them wide giving me easy access to her vagina.
I loved into place fiercely licking her to an orgasm then her friends took off her skirt and bikini top and laid her across her chai. I mounted her rapidly fucking her and leaving her. Ahead of me I saw a large building it turned out to be a high school. Gaining access through the open front doors I walked the hall ways moving from room to room finally finding an attractive older woman I estimated her to be in her early forties. Again as I moved I to her room she seemed to freeze in place.
I used my teeth to strip her naked in front of her class of ninth graders. I knocked her down onto her hands and knees mounting her and fucking her vagina and anus. As I left her I saw her students taking turns fucking her. I moved on through the building. When I reached the gym I saw a beautiful young female gym teacher putting her combined co-ed class through exercises. She appeared to be a student teacher around eighteen teaching her first class. I walked into the gym and again as I got near her she froze in place.
I sat near her nudging her body. Some of her student got the idea and removed her one piece gym suit. She had a nice physically fit petite tanned body. Even her student stared at her well built body. She kept herself clean shaven giving me easy hairless access to her fruit of paradise. They held her down spread eagled on the gym floor as I moved between her legs lapping her juices from her wet flowing pussy. They filmed her reaction to my attentions and had the perfect blackmail video as she orgasmed and begged for more from me.
I decided to stay with this beautiful young athletic African-American, Asian , Native American female. I watched as her students kept her as a sex slave visiting her home often over the years and I fucked her every night. I enjoyed all of her charms and even managed to partake of some of her female students. The one thing that I found awesome was when her sixteen year old sister visited. One night while her sister slept she moved her sisters body into position for me to fuck her.
Placing her into a sexual bondage framework that put her into the perfect position for canine sex. I took full advantage of her being held in place by the device and while her student watched I fucked her anus , her vagina , and shoved my cock as far as I could down her throat.
She begged them to stop me sobbing as I continued to use and abuse her young body. She shuddered through an orgasm as my sperm and her cum dripped from her orifices. What was surprising was when she turned out to be pregnant and nine months later gave birth to a litter of six adorable puppies that could speak english in four months and was as intelligent as any human. I had found my human female and now my six offspring had to go out into the world and find their mates.
They were half males and half females and being adorable were quickly adopted by humans. The three male puppies went to three young attractive women. Two of the female dogs went to two young attractive men. The third female puppy went to a puppy farm where she was bred having litters of intelligent mutant puppies every year. The six puppies could not be separated from their mother for the first eight months and in the seventh month an event happened that made it mandatory they be separated to adopted humans.
By that time her youngest sister had reached the age of sixteen and being another gorgeous young woman she went to bed that night and woke up with six puppies doing things to her body that she did not want but also did not want to stop. Two puppies were licking her anus and pussy. Two puppies had latched onto her nipples and some how were getting milk from her lactating breasts. A fifth puppy was at her mouth alternating between shoving his tongue into her mouth and his cock into her mouth.
The sixth puppy was female and at the first opportunity sat on her mouth and forced her to choose to either lick its cunt or not breath. The other students gathered around the sixteen year old girl and took over molesting her body from the puppies. They forced her legs as far apart as they would go then using tools they opened her vagina up spreading her nether lips and clamping them in place. Then they did the same to her anus exposing her bowels to inspection. They slipped a long probe deep into her womb.
The probe acted as a camera and pictures of her most private intimate body cavity were taken. The girls giggled as they poured water into her waiting cunt a d then shoved four alka seltzer tablets into her pussy. They watched the show as the fizzing liquid caused her to have orgasms stimulating her sensitive clit. No more she whimpered as they continued her to push unusual objects into her body using them to bring her to climax. They laughed as they continued to abuse their young teacher and fellow class mate.
The videos they made went viral with millions of hits that first day. The two became very well known as the dog bitches and the students would bark and howl whenever they were seen around town.
* Mom ‘assumed’….dad was reading Candi a regular bedtime story, which he always did….at first..*
__My daddy had always read me a bedtime story before bed. Mom had always gone to bed early and it became ‘my time’ with my daddy. As I grew up I found a hot love story for him to read. I had it in my lap top and he sat on the side of my bed to read it to me. Ok, it was a trick on him. I knew it had some sex in it and I wanted to see if her would read it with deep smooth sexy voice. He had a soft whispery way of telling the story that just gave me tingles, when he read those ‘certain’ parts.
This story had lots of ‘tingle’ parts in it. I snuggled in under the covers. I was naked and he didn’t know it. I hoped he would read it and I could secretly rub myself while he read. I figured he wouldn’t even notice.
The night came and I was all ready. He picked up my lap top and sat on my bed. He leaned back beside me with his big pillow behind him.
I said: “Kiss first.” and as always he leaned over to kiss the top of my head.
This time I was all ready for something different. I turned my head, pulled his head, and we kissed on the lips. I held it and ran my tongue quickly over his lips.
He smiled at the surprise kiss. I got a hot feeling in my pussy. I liked that and sure wanted more kisses like that.
As he got ready to read, I snuggled in close to him and put the covers over his robe. Now we were both under the covers. I slowly put my leg over his one leg, and left it there.
He began to read the story as I had it all ready for him. It was a ‘daddy-daughter- porn story. I had removed the title. It started out mild, then it slowly got hotter and hotter. I wondered if he would read it, and if he did, what would he do?
I knew Candi was up to her tricks. It was that time in life when girls want sexual attention. I had seen the signs coming. Leaving the bathroom door open as she dressed, same with the shower door and her bedroom door.
Why couldn’t I have a plain looking daughter instead of a blond beauty with a body and tits that got the attention of any male. Why me? She has a boyfriend to handle her attention, but she’s after my attention? She rubbing her leg on mine slightly, like I ’won’t’ notice?
I recognized the story, even with the title removed. I had seen it on a porn site. I think it was “Making my daddy cum”, or something like that, so I knew her trick was aimed at me.
It was time for me to play a trick on her. I started reading the story…but….started changing the words. I started cleaning it up removing the sex.
She caught me. “Daddy!, that’s not what it says!, tell the sex part….please?” I said: “Why don’t you have your boyfriend read it to you?”
She said in her little pouted voice:…. He can’t tell it like you and his voice is all wrong. I looked at her and I gave in to what she wanted. I got up and made sure the wife was sound asleep. I got back in bed with Candi…oh god,….I quick glanced…. she was naked…(gulp).
Now she snuggle up to me sideways and I felt her bare pussy on my hip. I imagined hand cuffs and me going to jail. I decided to read her a little and then this: “Ok, I start reading this for real…but then how about we wait until mom goes away this weekend to visit her folks?, then I’ll read it to you anyway you like it…ok?”
Damn, I thought I was being attacked my own daughter. She was all over me, but said ’ok’. This was hard to take,…. she rubbed her pussy on me and kissed me with her tongue going crazy. She whispered: (…”there’s nobody like my daddy.”)
Her boyfriend must not be keeping her very satisfied….
I was so happy! Daddy was going to make me all horny while I was right beside him. It was so tense waiting for the weekend. I set up a little something that I didn’t want daddy to know about. I had bought the latest small digital voice recorder. It was good for 2 hours of recording time. The next thing I did was to hide it beside my bed. It made no noise what so ever.
I hoped this was going to be the first time daddy would at least have ‘some kind’ of sex with me. I would have it all on my recorder to play it back anytime I wanted to. I told my BFF Tracy about it. She went crazy waiting to hear us live. She wanted to hear us messing around sexually. Her dad wouldn’t touch her and she wanted to know what it would be like if he did feel her up and let her feel him up.
We had talked about this many times during sleepovers. Now I had to plan out how to get my daddy to maybe play with my body and me play with his. Tracy asked: “Have you ever seen your dad naked?” I said I had when I peeked at him changing clothes and in the shower, but that was all. She said she saw her dad and mom in the shower fooling around.
I said: “Really! What were they doing? She said: “Well…they washed each other and then mom started stroking daddy ‘thing’. It got huge and she started kissing it. Dad started feeling her big titties and then the glass got so steamy I couldn’t see much else….but I heard dad moan and something was happening because some white stuff squirted on the glass. “Was it cum?” I asked. “I think so because I could see mom licking it off the glass. I quick closed the door and got out of there. What’s cum? “
I said I didn’t really know, but I would ask my dad more about it….but I think it makes baby’s. She said that they left right after that and she went in the shower. She spotted some cum left on the lower glass. I ask her: “What did you do?”
She said she put some on her finger and licked it like mom did. It tasted strange and a little salty….“It made me horny to taste it. It had a aroma to it that excited me, so I took a pair of my panties and put the left over cum all over one spot.
I liked to smell them when I finger myself.” I said: “Omg…I would like to try that some time.” She grinned and said: “I got them in a little plastic bag in my back pack.”……
I watched the clock at work slowly tick off the minutes. It was Friday and tonight was Candi’s big story reading session. Would I ’step over the line’ ?….I wasn’t sure at all. Little did I know what was going to happen tonight or I would have been going home early for some reason….
Tracy was over as usual and we talked. She had a whole bunch of question for me to ask my daddy. I said I would ’try’ to get her some answers….but right now, I wanted to see and smell that little plastic bag of hers. I got her to get it and come in the bath room with me with it. I was already horny, but now I was really horny.
She got it and came in as I locked the door. Daddy wouldn’t be home for a while yet. She took it out. I saw some cream colored stuff at the bottom. It was her dad’s cum. She said she would open it and for me to take a quick smell, and then she would close it quick to save the smell. I was excited as she got all ready….open, smell, close. That was it. I had never smelled anything like to compare. It did give me chills tho. She watched me smile and shiver a little. It did excite me. “Did you like it?” she asked. We giggled as she knew by my smile… I did.
I had to taste it. “One taste Tracy, let me have one taste.” I said.
“Ready?” she open the little bag and I stuck my finger right in it. I tasted the slightly salty taste…but it tingled my tongue. I shivered as we giggled again. She took a taste and then, put her hand in her panties and rubbed it on her pussy. “Tracy!, what did you just do!” I said. She said rubbing it on her pussy made her clit tingle.
Of course I had to try it too. We leaned against the wall and began fingering ourselves. It did tingle, just like she said. She whispered in my ear. I said: “No!, daddy would never go for that……”
Driving home I tried to map out how I would handle Candi. I had hoped her boyfriend would and her would be having sex by now and he could take care of her sexual needs.
I had a plan. I had to convince Candi into going for it. I wanted her to let me sleepover and listen or maybe even watch them….she stalled….so I upped the offer. I would hide in the closet and make video of them.
That….got her attention.
I told her how I would do it. Hide in her long closet on the old mattress in there. Turn on the desk lamp on low in front of slightly open closet door.
She thought…..and then she went for it. To have a sound video of her and her daddy’s reading porn and maybe have a little sex play time excited her.
I didn’t tell her all of it…..
I had a few talks with her dad when she wasn’t around. The last talk, I sat on his lap and leaned on him. I told him how I wanted him to be my ‘other’ daddy and that I had a big crush on him.
I then quick kissed him real wet on the mouth. That was our first kiss and I took his hand and put it on my titties. I told him of my plan to record him telling her a hot story, I didn’t say anything about a video too. So…he knew I would be in the closet and said he would not pay attention to the closet.
Tracy was a hot girl and she had a crush on me she told me. We ended up sneaking some kissing and feeling of her tits. This was my first time to ever do something like this, but she wasn’t my daughter and she kept quiet about it. God she was cute, long hair and nice tits for her age. She helped lowered any urges I had to mess with Candi…well…it helped….kinda…
We never told Candi, that her mom and I had a agreement. Her mom was having an affair with her brother for many years now. I accepted that in exchange for ’if’ I found a female I wanted to have an affair with I would do so. Her mom’s ’visits’ to her mom’s house were a cover for her affair with her brother. They started having sex in their early teens and just never stopped.
Now…. Tracy was a girl, even tho young, intrigued me very much. Tonight I would have them both listening to me tell a hot sex story and getting us ‘all’ horny. This should be an interesting night…
I was in position and all set up to make my sound video of him reading his hot porn story. My heart was pounding with excitement and I had a very wet pussy already. I could see Candi all ready for her ploy to make her dad all horny and maybe…..get some sex play from him. It was time…..
Here was daddy in his robe and I handed him my lap top. I was naked of course under the covers and my clit already tingled. He got in position. “Kiss first”, I said. I pulled him down hard over to me but this time let my tongue go wild in his mouth. Oh my god…..he let his tongue return the tongue play. I put the covers over him and threw my leg over him. I rubbed my pussy on his leg and kept going. I ended up on top of him and my pussy felt his big erection. He put the lap top on the floor and put his arms around me.
It was pure heaven as I slid my pussy back and forth on his warm cock. His robe was now open and his cock went between my legs. My wetness made it slick as I rubbed my clit on it.
I had an orgasm. It took my breath away as a moan came out of my mouth. He was finally feeling my tits and body. I slid down and went for it. I got to his cock and rubbed it on my face, all warm and big. I felt I had to hurry before he stopped me.
He never did. I put his cock in my mouth and started jacking it. He felt my face and guided my head. I had another orgasm as my pussy had never reacted this way before. I rubbed my pussy on his leg as it became all slick and wet. I felt him tense up and groan. He thrusted his cock up and I felt it. Hot cum filling my mouth over and over….and I just had a multiple orgasm on his leg.
Finally I had some sex play with him I had fantasized about. I kept on sucking on him and licking the warm cum off of him……
Oh my god…the video. I hope she got it all.
“You can come out now Tracy.” daddy said. I froze…he knew about her being in the closet!
“Show Candi how to work the camera, and you come here. You girls started this ploy and tonight were going to do it all.”
It was a dream come true for Tracy and I. I brought out he camera and we set it up. This was one video we both wanted forever. We all got under the covers now all naked. Daddy got the laptop and with me on one side of daddy and Tracy on the other, He began to read the hot porn story.
He didn’t get very far.
I looked at Tracy and she looked at me. We closed the laptop. We attacked my daddy. I watched Tracy and him go for it. Kissing, feeling, licking and me in the fray with them. Daddy was cutting loose. He felt our tits and sucked on them. His fingers were all over our slits and rubbing them. He licked our pussy’s and we sucked on his cock.
He got Tracy on her back, lifted her legs up and licked her pussy as she went into ecstasy. His finger was in my pussy at the same time. One rub and I had another orgasm. I love watching him make Tracy so hot. I suspected she was hot for him, and I was right. He then got her 69 and we both sucked on him as he took turns licking our pussy’s. Tracy could take no more. She got on top of him and started putting his cock in her pussy. I felt both of them as they were going to have full sex. They both felt my titties and pussy.
I had never watched two people have sex before and it was making my pussy pulse just watching. It was pure awesome. I wanted to be next. —–
Tracy and I watched the video the next day, over and over. When daddy got home we made him wait until that night before we let him watch it. We hooked it up on his big screen TV in his bedroom.
Now it was my turn while Tracy watched.
We attacked him again. We stripped his clothes off and we all got in the shower. We played as we washed us all. We pulled him into bed and it all began to happen again…only this time I got on top of him and worked his cock in my pussy. Tracy and I kissed on him and Tracy fingered herself as we slowly began to fuck.
At last I was having my fantasy fulfilled. Daddy felt so awesome in me and my pussy was alive with feelings. I started automatically fucking him faster as it all built up. Tracy feeling his balls and my ass just added to it. All my ’buttons’ were being push and ones I didn’t even know I had. Daddy held me and felt me until I had my first real climax. I shook my body and my mind.
His cock exploded in me. I felt the spray of his hot cum deep in my quivering pussy. New moans came out of my mouth as we slapped our bodies together. Tracy orgasmed with us and rubbed her pussy hard on daddy’s leg…..we all just moaned together…… It was the most wonderful long long night….ever.