Tricked My Girlfriend 2 by Unknown user

Introduction:

I continued sharing her Two months or so had passed since i had let my neighbor bang my girlfriend.
Our relationship had continued as if nothing had happened, but i was yet to be satisfied with just one person filling her pussy with cum. It was clear to me that my mind was incredibly twisted for me to want to see my girl on all four taking a cock that wasn’t mine, but i didn’t care.
I was gonna make it happened. Plus she didn’t object. Well, she didn’t really say anything. She took a pounding, and pretended it hadn’t happen.
For my second adventure, i decided i wanted to try to up my game, and i did.
Near my house was a gas station that i used to visit time after time for petty shopping.
There was nothing really special about it other than sometimes, outside of it, you would find homeless people asking for change.So there it was, my master plan.
I walked to the gas station 
and to my luck i did find a Caucasian homeless guy.
He looked dirty, holes in his clothes, beard and maybe around 35 or so.
I chatted with him for bit to find out he had no money or means of getting food, that he had lost everything and had been moving around and living on the street for 6 years, which i thought seemed believable.
He proceeded to ask me for cash. I, being a good contributor of society gave him 100 dollars plus change.
I also offer him my girls pussy.
He exclaimed why? and i asked him when was the last time he had gotten his dick wet and he said its been at least 7 years. I showed him a pic of my girlfriend and asked him how he would like to ram his cock into tight little pussy. At first, he seem unsure about it.. but then he said why not, i haven’t had sex in a while.
I arranged for him to meet me later. I talked to my girl and told her i wanted her to do something for me.
She agreed unsure of what that was.
I was sure my girlfriend knew what i was planning, because she wore a tiny mini skirt and button up shirt. On our way to the woods i noticed an old guy in his garage staring at my girl. He must of thought she was hot. We got to the spot and i showed her what i had been hiding behind my back: Handcuffs.
Quickly, i handcuffed her hands behind her back and blindfolded her. 
At that time, R showed up, the homeless guy.
I told her i had a guest that needed to be satisfied. She said you can’t be serious. 
i grabbed her by her arm and showed her off to R. How do you like her?
He checked her out and asked if i was for reals.
My girlfriend immediately yelled No.
Ignore her, i said.
We have this thing where she likes being restrained and pounded by strangers.
He smirked.
I don’t have any condoms though, he said.
Don’t even need to put one on, you may shove your cock in her raw, i assured him.
He walked to her and put his hands on her tiny little waist.
She try to get him off but he held her tighter.
So i can do whatever i want to her right now?
Fuck her however i want?
She’s yours till you don’t have any more energy to keep fucking her.
He laughed and ripped her shirt off, or the front part anyway, also moving up her bra up so he could start sucking her tits.
They are so perky, he exclaimed in excitement.
She keep saying Wait and please.
I told her, make him cum and it’ll be over.
He grabbed her head and pushed her to her knees, taking off his pants and boxers.
His cock was about my size, skinnier.
I don’t want to, she said.
She’s yours right now, you can do whatever you like with her, i reminded him.
He forced her mouth open and shoved his cock in.
He was fucking her face now, and she was taking it.
My cock needed this so bad, he told me.
He was so aroused now that he took his cock out her mouth, push her to the ground and got on top of her.
Make him stop, she screamed.
He slapped her. You’re mine right now, okay?
He’s not gonna do anything, because he gave you to me.
I am gonna fuck you right now, and i am gonna cum and fuck you again till i can’t fuck you no more and you are gonna take it and love it.
You are gonna fuck me back because you’re mine.
Understood? he snapped at her.
She started whimpering and nodded.
Moving her skirt up and panties out of the way, he impale her.
She’s fucking tight, he said with a moan and proceeded to enter her deep
and slowly.
She just laid there taking someone else’s cock and moaning with every thrust.
How do you like him babe? i asked her.
She moaned and said: he’s as big as you are.
Is that a good thing, i questioned her.
She just moaned.
He pounded her faster and faster, her moans would match his thrusts.
He must gone at it for a good 10 minutes because i remember me playing with my phone then hearing him ask, can i cum in her pussy?
She’s yours, i replied with my eyes glued to my phone,
I heard a groan, looked up and he had just emptied his seed into her wet pussy.
He grabbed her and made her get on all four.
I haven’t had sex in a long while, so i can still go at it, he said.
I returned to fucking round with my phone while hearing her moan louder and louder.
She was taking quite a pounding, i thought to myself.
I looked up and saw her with her tits on the ground, hands still handcuffed, getting fucked doggy style like never before.
He was giving it to her so hard that you could hear some noise where their bodies would collide.
Can she be my bitch forever? he asked.
No, but i can lend her to you from time to time, i smiled and replied.
He smacked her ass as i said that.
I could spend the entire inside this tight little pussy, he said, and pulled the blindfold off.
Bitch, i want you to ride me and look at while you do it, he told her.
Gracefully, he flipped, carried her and laid on the floor so that now she was on top, still with her hands handcuffed behind her back.
She didn’t wait for an order and started moving her hips while staring at me.
You’re doing a good job baby, i said, make him empty his load a couple more times and it’ll be over.
His hands were wandering and feeling my girl’s body. It was so fucking hot.
She rode him like a pro, going fast then slowing just a bit enough to tease him and going back to fast.
I think she’s starting to love the way my cock feels in her, man, he shared with me.
You should give her to me for the entire weekend.
I’d fuck you all day long, he told her while squeezing her tits.
10 more minutes went by and he exploded in her pussy again.
Can you still go? i asked him
She collapsed on top him.
Not today, he told me, it was the best fuck i had gotten ever.
I’m glad i could help.
She got off from him, cum leaking from her pussy.
It was time to head home.
I took the handcuffs off and helped her get dressed.
We talked a bit more, and then we went our ways but not before R smacked her ass one more time.
Sexy bitch, he murmured. 
So you like watching me get fucked by others, she asked me on the way home.
Pretty much, i confessed.
You don’t get jealous?
On the contrary, i get turned on, i explained to her.
We were walking by that old guys place.
So you’re gonna whore me out to your friends now?
Not exactly, i argued.
Why not? you like watching me get fucked.
Yeah, but on my conditions, i said.
When we got home K was outside playing.
She went straight to the shower and after she was done i got in.
While i was in it, i couldn’t stop fantasizing of other people i could get to fuck her.
Who would i get next?
As i turned the water off i heard some moaning.
It was her. My girlfriend was moaning pretty loud.
Who was she fucking?
I got dressed, and quietly headed for my room.
I open the door to find her riding K on my bed.
Hey babe! Hey Skyler!
They both said at the exact time.
What’s going on? i replied.
He knocked, i let him and decided to fuck him.
She wasn’t being forced, she had of her own free will decided to fuck the little kid on my bed.
Squeezing her own tits, and moaning while riding him was a sight that i couldn’t believe.
I wanted to have sex with her again.
It’s okay, K, you can fuck her.
Yay! he flipped on her four and started going at it.
i’m gonna go make something to eat i said and walked to the kitchen.
Her moans escaped my room and made their way to the kitchen.
Faster. Fuck my tight little pussy faster, she kept moaning and screaming.
Moments later, i heard him groan.
He was done.
She walked to the kitchen naked and then he followed.
I was eating a sandwich when she saw me.
I’m going home, K said.
See ya!
Come over when i’m over so you can fuck me more often, she told as he walked him out.
He smacked her ass and left.
I’m exhausted she sat next to me.
I bet.
Feels so good because it’s so wrong, she told herself as she got on her knees and blew me.
She was right. I was so fucking hard from all the shit that happened that day. 
I missed your cock, she said as she sucked on my tip,
I pushed her up and against the counter top and fucked her.
K’s cum was still in her. It feel so good fucking her sore little pussy,
Only you can fuck me this right, she moaned.
I ended that day fucking her all over my apartment. I must of cum like 6 times,
She spent the night and left next morning.
From that point on, things kept getting more extreme.

The Bestiality Whore – Part 1: The Virgin by Lexi Lust CUSTOM BOOK COVER MADE BY 5STAR LOGOS

Introduction:

A young virgin becomes a bestiality whore to repay her debtPrologue

My heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t even hear the motor rumbling. The black sedan I had been forced into sped along, swerving through traffic. Whoever my kidnappers were, they were in a hurry. But that’s not what worried me the most. Neither of the abductors seemed to care that I saw their faces. This could mean one of two things. Option one: Their plans didn’t involve anything illegal. Option two: What they had planned for me was so horrific they cared not who or what I saw. As desperate as I was to believe it was the former, I had a bad feeling it would be the latter. And if that was the case, then my life expectancy had just shrunk to a few hours. A few days it I was lucky.

I’m not sure how long the trip lasted, but it felt like hours. Then again that may simply have been because time seemed to pass in slow motion. I guess that’s what happens when the end draws near. Time either slows down or speeds up. I guess I was desperate to delay the inevitable.

The sedan pulled up to the most imposing mansion I had ever seen. It looked like a modern-day castle, with a gold-plated gate, beautiful landscaping and columns lining the front of the building. The vehicle screeched to a stop and my captors dragged me to my feet. I considered fighting, but the men were veritable giants. One stood at an imposing six and a half feet. The seconds was even taller. And bigger. But the most imposing part was the size of their muscles. I had no doubt they could snap every bone in my body with their bare hands. So I let them lead me up the marble steps and past the stained glass front door.

The inside of the mansion was even more beautiful than the outside. The floor seemed to have been carved from a single slab of pink marble. Priceless artefacts from all eras of history lined the perimeter of each room. Beautiful paintings hung from the walls. Even the furniture was breathtaking. I caught a glimpse of a gold-plated coffee table. At least I think it was gold plated. For all I know it was pure gold. Whoever owned this mansion was rich. Filthy rich.

“Welcome,” said a voice behind me. I jumped and whipped around. A man was making his way down the stairs that linked the first and second floors. He wore a black tuxedo. The manner in which it hugged his frame left no doubt in my mind that is had been hand tailored. In fact, everything about this man was flawless. His haircut was immaculate—not a single strand of hair was out of place. His watch twinkled with unblemished intensity. Even his shoes shone brightly. I could have seem my reflection in them. That is, had I not been so busy staring at the man’s face in disbelief.

I had met Mr. Black only once, but it was a memory I would never forget. The man was a loan shark. He would lend money to anyone, be they a gambling addict or a young woman with bad credit and an unwavering desire to attend medical school. I was the latter. I had once believed him to be a small fish in a very large pond, but the size of his mansion proved me wrong. Then again it had been five years since our last encounter. A lot can change in half a decade.

It wasn’t until such a thought occurred to me that I finally understood why I was there. It had been five years since I had borrowed money from Mr. Black. My reimbursement deadline had been reached and I was nowhere near paid up. I tried to swallow my fear, but only managed to choke.

By the time Mr. Black reached me I had regained my composure.

“Miss Sweet,” said Mr. Black as if we were old friends. But the coldness of his gaze didn’t fool me. “Or do you prefer Tiffany?”

I shrugged to indicate I had no preference. What did a name matter when I could very well be reaching the end of my life?

“How have you been?” asked Mr. Black.

“G-Good,” I stuttered, though at the moment I felt anything but “good”.

“That’s good,” said Mr. Black.

There was a moment of silence during which he looked me up and down. I’m not usually embarrassed by my appearance, but I was on my way back from the gym when Mr. Black’s goons had picked me up. Suffice it to say I wasn’t exactly at the top of my game. Mr. Black didn’t seem to mind. Or if he did he didn’t show it.

“Follow me,” finally said the man. He turned tail and walked off. One shove from the goons was enough to tell me I had no choice in the matter. I followed Mr. Black through a series of rooms. Each one was more beautiful than the last. It’s why I was slightly disappointed when we finally reached his office. It was fancier than most offices I had seen, yet the simplicity of the décor made it stand out from the rest of the mansion. There were three pieces of furniture in the room. A massive steel desk and two chairs. Mr. Black took a seat on the one behind the desk and gestured for me to do the same with the one that faced it. I took a seat while the goons stood at attention by the door.

There was another short silence before Mr. Black spoke.

“I assume you know why you are here.”

I nodded. I wanted to beg him for an extension, but I knew it would do no good. I wanted to cry and draw pity from him, but the tears refused to come. All I could do was sit there and wait.

“I know what you are thinking,” claimed Mr. Black. “But if I give you an extension, it will set a precedent. And I cannot allow that to happen.”

Mr. Black studied me again. The intensity of his gaze made my skin crawl, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. So I just stood there and waited for him to speak. It took a while, but his lips eventually came to life again.

“The fact that we are here right now leads me to believe you are unable to pay the entirety of your debt in the allotted time. Am I correct?”

I nodded, fearing what such an admission would entail.

“In most cases I would have my associates here,” he nodded to his goons, “break your legs. But I am inclined to make an exception. Do you know why?”

I shook my head.

“You are quite beautiful. In fact, you are breathtaking,” said Mr. Black. It was such an unexpected revelation that my fear momentarily vanished. Only curiosity remained. Where was he going with this?

“As you may have guessed, my business has grown over the last few years. I now supervise a great number of different endeavors. One of my latest undertakings is proving to be quite profitable. Yet my profit depends entirely upon the satisfaction of my clients. And the only way to keep them happy is to provide only the best… That is where you come in.”

I had no idea what he was saying, but I nodded for him to continue.

“Here is what I suggest; you agree to come work for me and in a year’s time your debt will be repaid. Once the deadline is up, you can choose to remain in my employment or we can part ways as friends,” explained Mr. Black.

It sounded good in theory, but I knew there had to be a catch.

“What is the nature of the work I would be doing?” I asked.

Mr. Black smiled. “Let’s just say it involves beautiful young women and rich, lonely men.”

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.

“Are you saying you want me to be a whore?” I asked.

Mr. Black chuckled.

“‘Whore’ is such a filthy term. I prefer to think of my girls as ‘escorts’.”

Mr. Black may have given it a pretty name, the fact remained that he was asking me to have sex with strange men for money.

“What if I refuse?” I asked.

I expected the man’s good humor to dissipate, but he remained as nonchalant as ever.

“If you refuse I will be forced to revert back to more archaic measures. It would be a shame to ruin that flawless body of yours, wouldn’t you agree?”

I now had the whole picture. Either I agreed to become one of Mr. Black’s whores or his goons would break my legs. Or worse. Given the pathetic state of my financial portfolio, it was unrealistic to believe I could repay the debt even if I was given an extension. This left me with only one option.

“I’ll do it,” I finally said.

Mr. Black’s face lit up. “I knew you would make the right decision.”

I wanted to point out he had left me little choice, but chose instead to remain silent.

“There is no denying you are pretty enough, but before I can send you out on your first assignment I need to make sure you possess the necessary skills,” explained Mr. Black.

I tried pretending like I didn’t know what he was implying, but his words were impossible to misinterpret. He wanted me to prove to him I was willing to debase myself for his benefit. That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew delaying the inevitable would only make things worse.

I started to strip. Thank god my clothes were still wet with sweat, because it gave Mr. Black a chance to object.

“What are you doing?” he inquired.

I froze.

“I-I thought you wanted me to…” I started, but the last few words never left my throat.

Mr. Black chuckled.

“While I admire your enthusiasm, I am afraid my schedule for the day is full,” he explained. “My associates will escort you home. We can pick this up in the morning.”

Those were the last words he spoke. Moments later Mr. Black’s goons were leading me out of the office. A little less than an hour after that they were dropping me off in front of my apartment building.

“See you tomorrow,” said the shorter goon, speaking for the first time.

“And don’t even think about running,” added the other. “There’s nowhere you can go we won’t find you.” On that happy note, the two bulky men slipped back into the sedan and sped off, leaving standing on the sidewalk, alone and confused.

The Virgin

I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. It felt like I had only just fallen asleep, yet it was morning. I glanced at the alarm clock. It was six o’clock. I hadn’t gotten up this early on a Saturday in… well I don’t think I had ever awoke at such an early hour on a weekend. The fact that my fear and nervousness had kept me up for most of the day didn’t help. Still, I knew keeping Mr. Black’s goons waiting wasn’t a good idea, so I stood up and slipped into a nightie. I made my way to the front door and pressed the buzzer. Less than a minute later there was a knock on the door. I hesitated for a second, then opened. The goons didn’t wait for me to invite them in. They pushed past me like they owned the place and took a seat on the couch. It groaned beneath their combined weight, but held strong.

“Go take a shower,” said one of them.

“We’ll pick out your clothes,” added the other.

I knew resisting was a waste of time, so I headed to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. The water helped wash away the remnants of sleep that still clung to my frame. By the time I stepped out, I was both clean and fully awake. I was halfway through blow-drying my hair when there was a knock at the door. I was still fully naked, so I slipped back into my nightie before answering.

“Here,” said one of the goons as soon as the door was open. “Put this on.”

He handed me a skimpy cocktail dress and a pair of stilettos. I had purchased the dress on sale a few months ago and had been waiting for a special occasion to christen it. This was not what I had in mind, but it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.

“What about underwear?” I asked.

The goons exchanged a look. “You won’t be needing any,” they said as one.

I swallowed hard, then grabbed the dress and the stilettos and closed the door. I finished blow-drying my hair, then slipped into my dress and heels and put on my makeup. By the time I was ready, I looked hotter than ever before. My blond hair sparkled in the light. As did my eyes and my gloss-coated lips. The dress hugged my every curve with utter perfection, leaving my shapely frame fully visible. The shortness of the garment made me miss the presence of underwear, but I knew nothing I did could convince the goons to allow me to rectify such a lack.

The goons didn’t take a second look at me. The simply told me it was time to go and escorted me down to the black sedan parked by the building’s entrance. A little under an hour later we had reached the mansion. I expected to be led to the office, but I was instead escorted upstairs. Mr. Black was waiting for me in the master bedroom. The bed was bigger than my entire bedroom. The chair where Mr. Black sat was almost as bid as the couch which the man’s goons had nearly destroyed with their weight.

“Good morning,” said the host. He was wearing a swanky bathrobe. It wasn’t until I noticed this detail that the seriousness of the situation finally dawned on me. Not only was I about to have sex with a man twice my age, but I was about to do so under threat of bodily harm. The fact that it would be my first sexual experience only made things worse.

Not many women my age can claim to be virgins. And those who do are usually lying to seduce a man. I could make no such claim. The fact that I was still a virgin had nothing to do with my busy schedule or my lack of social skills. I remained a virgin simply because I had yet to find the right man. I guess it’s kind of ironic that I was the kind of girl who believes in abstinence. But my beliefs had nothing to do with it. This was about survival. And the only way to ensure my future remained cast-free was to play along and lose my virginity to a man who possessed the power to end my life in the blink of an end. Or so I thought until he whistled and a dog strolled into the room.

The animal was a boxer. He was quite massive for his breed, but that may simply have been the imposing size of his muscles. Or the way his brownish-beige coat glistened in the light. Or the manner in which his tail wagged with excitement. 

“What’s the dog for?” I asked.

Mr. Black chuckled. “Did you think I would be the one to penetrate you?”

It took a few seconds before I understood what the man’s question implied. He wore not the bathrobe because he was about to have sex. He wore it because he had only just risen. The fact that he was not my lover meant it had to be one of the three other beings in the rooms. One look at the goons told me neither of them would be taking my virginity. Which left only one potential lover.

“A-Are you saying…” I began, but the fear that now coursed through me kept the last few words from reaching the outside world.

Mr. Black nodded. “That’s right. I want you to have sex with my dog.”

I couldn’t believe it. Having sex with a man I barely knew was one thing, but losing my innocence to an animal was something I knew not if I was capable of. But then Mr. Black said something that convinced me refusing was not an option.

“I know it may be an imposing challenge, but I urge you to consider the alternative.”

I did. I pictured what my life would be like with two broken legs. I could kiss my internship goodbye. No hospital wanted an intern that was restricted to a wheelchair. And if I didn’t complete my internship, I would never become a doctor. Not to mention the fact that refusing Mr. Black’s request would mean having to repay the entirety of my debt, something that would take years. As much as it pained me to admit it, I knew there was only one way to ensure my future was a bright one. I had to have sex with a dog.

“All right,” I finally said. “I’ll do it.”

“Don’t worry,” assured Mr. Black. “We’ll take things slow.”

“O-Okay.”

“Please remove your clothes,” instructed Mr. Black.

I hesitated for a brief moment before finally deciding the best approach was to dive right in and get through my first sexual encounter as quickly as possible. A few seconds later my dress was floating down do the ground. Mr. Black complimented me on the flawlessness of my body, but I was so nervous I cannot remember the exact words he spoke. I think it had something to do with the bounciness of my butt. Or was it the plumpness of my breasts? Or the tightness of my slit? It doesn’t really matter.

“Please lie down,” instructed Mr. Black as he gestured to the bed. I hesitantly hopped on. Following the man’s instructions to the letter I placed myself on my back with my head propped up by a pillow and my legs spread wide. Moments later, the dog jumped up. My heart rate quickened as he neared my slit. Closer and closer he got until his muzzle hovered mere inches from my labia. He sniffed a few times, then outstretched his tongue and took a lick.

“Fuck!” I yelped as the slimy appendage slithered across my labia. It ran the length of my slit before reaching my clit. I expected the animal to be a selfish lover, but he began stroking my clit, teasing me like I had never been teased before. This was not the animal’s first sexual encounter with a woman.

At first the boxer’s tongue strokes were sensual, but at the seconds ticked away, they gradually intensified. Before long, the fear and repulsion were gone. In their place now stood arousal. Part of me felt ashamed by its presence, but the rest of me was simply relieved. The hornier I was, the easier my first sexual experience would be. So, although it was incredibly perverse, I closed my eyes and began moaning softly as my canine lover teased my clit. Mr. Black was clearly impressed, because he ordered an escalation moments after the first moan toppled from my lips.

“Fuck!” I moaned as the boxer’s tongue slipped past me labia and shot into me. Deeper and deeper it travelled until every last inch of it was inside me. I was wetter than ever before, tough I had no way of knowing if it was a result of the arousal that inhabited me or the slickness of my lover’s tongue.

I don’t recall how it happened, but one second the dog’s tongue was standing idle and the next it was darting in and out of me with increasing intensity. Within seconds my moans intensified. Soon after my limbs began to tremble. I would like to say it was excitement, but for all I know it was fear. After all, it’s not every day a virgin feels a dog’s tongue invade her slit. The fact that Mr. Black and his goons were watching my every move somehow made the entire thing more enjoyable. Perhaps it was the incredible perversity of the situation. Or the knowledge that my performance would mean the difference between my debt being repaid in full and my legs being shattered.

I’m not sure how long it took, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute. My body began to shake. My head was thrust back and my back arched. My moans intensified. They were now so potent I could hear nothing else. In fact they overpowered me so totally that I didn’t immediately understand what was happening. Then my slit tightened around my lover’s tongue and it finally dawned on me.

“I-I’m coming!” I stuttered. Then I lost control and the only sounds to escape my mouth were powerful shrieks of ecstasy. The boxer continued propelling his tongue in and out of me, luring a little more arousal to my frame with each new penetration. My slit grew increasingly wet. I kept expecting a squirt to escape my crack, but the time had not yet come for me to lose my squirting virginity. In a way that was a good thing, because it allowed me to fully enjoy every second of my first interspecies climax. By the time the shivers stopped rippling through my frames, I was so exhausted that I could barely keep awake. Thank god I was lying down or I would have toppled over. It took all the strength I had just to keep from slipping into a post-coital coma.

A lot had changed by the time I opened my eyes. First of all, I was no longer a virgin. Second of all, the arousal that had once inhabited me was gone, and with it my skewed sense of right and wrong. I now realized how wrong bestiality was. Not to mention illegal. Then again, borrowing money from a loan shark wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of legality. Nor was prostitution, yet that was exactly what I had agree to. And for a year no less. But as much as I regretted my actions, it was not in my power to change the past. And the only way to ensure my future was a bright one was to keep Mr. Black happy. But then he said something that made my determination waver.

“Suck his cock.”

It took a few seconds before I found the right words to express how I felt. I wanted to refuse, but I knew that was not an option. Hopefully Mr. Black would agree to an alteration.

“Can’t I just jerk it?” I asked.

Mr. Black considered me proposal for a moment.

“Very well,” he agreed. “But on one condition.”

I nodded, indicating I agreed to whatever his condition was. I expected him to voice it, but he kept it to himself. I guess he would let me know when the time was right.

I knew the longer I waited, the harder it would be, so I acted before I lost my nerve. The boxer still lay between my legs, only now he was on his back. His hind legs were spread apart, revealing the rigid member than stood between then. It was bigger than I had anticipated, but size mattered little as my hand would be the only part of my anatomy to touch it. Still, I took a moment to study it. Its bright shade of red seemed to glisten in the light. The large knot that stood at its base made me nervous, as did the pointiness of its tip. But in the end none of that mattered. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the spear.

“Wow!” I couldn’t help gasping as I felt the intense heat emanating from the shaft. Focusing on it, I began thrusting my hand up and down. It travelled the length of the animal’s shaft. The boxer began whimpering in delight. I focused on the animal’s joy and blocked out the rest of the world. It seemed to fade away, leaving only the boxer and me. I now felt confident enough to increase the force of my jerks. Within seconds, I was working the animal’s shaft with such intensity that he began howling. Then the member started trembling and I realized the howling had nothing to do with the speed of the handjob and all to do with the animal’s impending climax.

The dog’s cock shook and shivered. Then it started convulsing and the howling intensified. Just when I thought the seizures had reached their peak, they intensified again. Moments later the first wave shot forth. The semen flew through the air, headed right for my face. I was about to turn away when Mr. Black’s voice reached my ears.

“Swallow it!” he commanded.

I had a very short window to decide how to proceed. Either I refused and ran the risk of angering Mr. Black or I did as told and debased myself even further. I would like to say I did the righteous thing and refused, but I was afraid. Not to mention a little curious. But in the end, it was a realization that convinced me to cooperate. This was the condition Mr. Black had referred to earlier. In exchange for allowing me to substitute the blowjob for a handjob, I now had to swallow my lover’s cum.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. A split second later the boxer’s semen made contact with my tongue. My taste buds went to work, gorging themselves on the hot cum. It took a few seconds and just as many squirts, but I eventually decided I enjoyed the taste of cum. Or at least dog cum. It was slightly salty, but also quite nutty, not to mention highly addictive. I swallowed every squirt that found its way into my mouth, moaning each time the hot nectar slithered down my throat. By the time the final squirt was ingested, a great warmth had invaded my body. But that was not all that had changed. I’m not exactly sure how it had happened, but I now felt as aroused as I had when my lover had licked my slit. To be perfectly honest, I was actually looking forward to another escalation. Luckily I wasn’t the only one.

“Keep jerking,” instructed Mr. Black as soon I released the animal’s shaft.

The boxer’s member had softened somewhat, but it was still rigid enough for me to keep jerking. And jerk I did until my lover’s spear was yet again stiff as stone. I continued working until Mr. Black game me permission to stop.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

He didn’t have to ask twice. No sooner had the final word left his lips than I was on all fours. Moments later, the boxer hopped up and mounted me.

“Fuck!” I yelped as his front legs squeezed my waist. Meanwhile, his hind ones worked overtime, forcing his body forward. A split second later the tip of the cock made contact with my labia.

“Fuck!” I moaned again. And that was exactly what he did.

The cock shot into me with such speed that I barely even felt it. Then his knot was forced past my labia and I felt everything. There was a brief moment of pain, then nothing. At first I feared my slit had torn and the intensity of the pain kept me from feeling it. Then I thought perhaps I had gotten accustomed to the oversized penetration. Then my lover started rocking back and forth and I knew the truth. The pain had vanished because the knot had been pulled out of me. But now that the pounding had begun, it was repeatedly thrust into me. Each time the large knot invaded me, pain shot through me. Then it was pulled out and the pain was gone. But it returned each time the boxer thrust forward. At first the intermittent pain was a distraction, but then it combined with the arousal, creating a surprisingly enjoyable pain/pleasure cocktail. The next thing I knew I was begging for more. And that was exactly what I got.

“Faster!” I begged, having fully given in to the perversity of the situation. I no longer cared that bestiality was wrong. Or that I had up until recently been a virgin. It didn’t even bother me that I had been blackmailed into my first interspecies experience. The only thing that truly mattered was the rock-hard shaft that drilled me with unwavering consistency.

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded. “Please don’t stop!”

The boxer kept riding me like his life depended on it. For all I knew, it did. My life—or at least my legs—was intrinsically linked to the quality of the performance I gave. But then an orgasm started growing within me and all else lost meaning.

“I’m gonna come!” I warned, though I’m not sure who I was telling—my lover or Mr. Black? I guess it doesn’t really matter, because my body began convulsing moments later.

It may have been my second orgasm of the day, but it was no less potent. In fact, it was even more powerful than the last. It took all the strength I had just to keep from being pounded into the mattress. But then something happened that made me lose all control. I began to squirt.

I had often tried to reach what most consider to be the pinnacle of female orgasms, but never before had I succeeded. I guess it had taken a dog to accomplish what my fingers had failed so many times. Squirt after squirt gushed out of me, drenching both my thighs and my lover’s hind legs in cum. I moaned like I had never moaned before. My body shook with such intensity that my elbows gave out. My face slammed into the mattress, putting an end to my high-pitched moans. Only muffled cries now escaped. Meanwhile, my lover continued drilling my slit, which, with the rest of my lower body, still remained in the air.

I was aware that part of the cum that gushed from my slit belonged to my lover, yet I was unable to tell if the majority of the drops that rained down upon me belonged to me lover or me. Then again, it didn’t really matter. Only my lover’s cock within me meant anything to me. Well, that and the overpowering orgasm that controlled my frame.

I’m not sure how long it lasted, but I blacked out moments after the final squirt oozed out of me. I didn’t even feel my lover pull out of me. I only know that the boxer was lying next to me, licking the cum from his shaft, when I finally recovered. The next thing I realized was the fact that I had come down from my sexual high. I expected to feel regret for my actions, but all I felt was a great sense of relief. My first sexual experience was over and my feelings mattered little.

I glanced at Mr. Black and found him smiling. That was a good sign.

“H-How did I do?” I asked.

The man’s smile widened.

“Let’s just say you got the job.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, but Mr. Black ordered me to my feet before I could rejoice any further.

“Get dressed,” he instructed. All traces of the smile that had once curled his lips were now gone. “My associates will take you home.”

I was taken aback by the man’s sudden change of attitude, but I knew better than to defy him. I quickly slithered into my dress and slipped back into the stilettos I only now realized had fallen off at some point during my first interspecies pounding. I then glanced at Mr. Black, but he seemed busy checking his phone, so I followed his goons out of the room.

“Keep your phone on at all times,” warned Mr. Black right before I reached the door. “I will call with the details of your first assignment.”

Babysitting For My Uncle Part 2

Introduction:

Being caught made me feel guilty, but then the person who caught us made me feel even better than my uncle did.If you haven’t already read part 1, please go back and read it. The second part will make more sense if you read the first one before this one.

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“Surprise…” my uncle and I hear from the door. I cover myself quickly and look at the door. I knew that quiet voice as my cousin’s who was currently in college. Well now I knew he was home as he stood in the door frame with a few bags in his hands.

His facial expression was unreadable. I didn’t know if he was surprised, scared, turned on, or calm. That scared me more than anything. I didn’t want this secret to leave the room. I could feel tears slowly emerging from my eyes.

I hear my uncle get off the bed and put on his boxers. He walks over to his son and ushers him out of the room. He looks back at me and tells me to clean up and then come to the kitchen. I nod and he closes the door.

I cry for a few minutes because of the fear and guilt I felt about today’s events. When I calm myself down I walk into the connected bathroom and see myself in the mirror. I look closely and notice my cheeks are rosy and my face is flushed. I’m glowing and I look different. I look more mature. I look down at my body and notice my curves in a whole new way. I look sexy to myself for the first time. I smile and wipe away the tears.

I stare at my reflection and run my hands over my body. My breasts are huge, round, and perky. My big and pale areolas surround my tiny, hard nipples. My stomach is smooth and has a cute and tiny pooch at the bottom. My thighs are thick and my honey pot in between my thighs is still soaking wet. My fingers trail into my panties and slide through my folds. I let out a small inaudible moan. I close my eyes and remember the way it felt to have my uncle’s eyes on my almost naked body. My body feels electric as I finger myself and pinch one of my nipples. I hear the bedroom door open and I open my eyes to see who’s in the next room. My uncle is smirking as his eyes follow my hand in the mirror.

“You’re so naughty. I told you to clean up, not get messy again. Were you thinking about getting caught?” He asks as he strides over to me.

My smile fades as I remember being caught. He looks concerned and holds me from behind. He nestles his face into my neck and kisses all over my shoulder. I enjoy the feeling so much but I shrug away. I grab a washcloth next to the sink and wet it. I wipe away his cum and then drop my panties. I toss them into his laundry pile and start to clean my pussy up. I toss the damp rag into the pile also and push past him to get to the bedroom. I grab my dress from the bed and slide it over my head. I fix my hair and walk out of his room and into the living room. I grab my phone and slip my shoes on. My cousin comes running from the kitchen to try to talk to me but I block his voice out and walk home.

On the walk home I keep replaying everything that happened. Being caught was not okay, but it did make me turned on. My secret was now in his hands and I had no say in if it came out anymore. It was dangerous and that’s the most fucked up thing I have ever thought.

I stop at my front door and hesitate to turn the knob. My mom was on the other side and she would probably bombard me with questions. My brother is away at college for now so I don’t have to worry about him. I take a deep breath and open the door. I step into the house and notice all the lights are off. Mom is not here. I make myself a quick sandwich and take it upstairs. As I eat on my bed I notice myself get tired. My arms feel heavier and my eyes keep closing. When my body feels too tired to stay awake I place my plate on my side table, glance at my clock that says 7:00, and lay my head on my pillows. I slip into a very deep sleep and have some very naughty dreams that night.

I awake slowly around 5 in the morning and groan as the sun isn’t even up. I lift myself off the bed and go take a shower. Every time my hand touches a place that uncle had placed his hands, I get more turned on. I get so horny that I need to relieve myself. I take the shower head down and lean against the wall. I face the head at my clit and fall into ecstasy. My fingers are on a mission and the warm shower water feels amazing. It takes less than five minutes for me to orgasm. My fingers dip inside and rub and tease my clit. I encircle my nub with two fingers and the water hits the most sensitive part of my pussy. My eyes roll into the back of my head and my body convulses as pleasure takes over. I take a moment to recover, place the shower head back up, and rinse off before turning off the water. I step out of the shower and wrap the towel around my soaking wet body. I scamper into my room and shut the door. I step into my closet and search for something to wear. It’s the middle of march so I grab a jean skirt, some boy shorts, one of my cute bras, and a long sleeve v-neck. I glance back at my clock and realize it’s 6 now. I took a very long shower on accident. I throw on my clothes and put my hair into a bun for me to do later. I walk downstairs and hear two voices. Maybe mom brought someone home. I round the corner into the kitchen and as soon as the voice registers with me, it’s too late. My cousin is sitting at the breakfast nook with my mom drinking coffee.

“Hey love-bug. Look who’s here! Grab a cup of coffee and join us.” My mom greets me.

I nod and quietly make myself a cup of coffee. It’s more so cream and sugar with a splash of coffee, but who cares. I look at my outfit choice as I stir and realize that there’s not much left to the imagination. I glance over at my cousin and try to block out my dream from last night. Some dirty things went down with him. I grab my coffee and sit down with them.

“So honey, how was babysitting yesterday?” My mom asked.

“Weird.” I said.

“Yeah, it has been a while since you’ve babysat.” My mom says and I’m glad she didn’t question further.

My cousin winks at me and I sink in my chair and sip on my coffee. They talk and I just listen. He’s been up to a lot at college. Studying, partying, girls. The whole lot. My mom surprises him with one question in particular.

“Are you with someone right now?”

He blushes and says “no, but I’ve got my eye on someone.” I roll my eyes and think how much of a player he is… that is until I feel his hand on my thigh a few seconds later. “What about you?” He asks me.

“I… uh… I don’t know. I’m happy being single.” I say and take a sip.

I excuse myself and go back to my room. I get angry at the feeling of his hand on my thigh and throw off my skirt. I stomp on it and kick it into my closet. I pull out some pajama pants and slip into those. I instantly feel more comfortable. I flop onto my bed and grab my phone. I start scrolling through my notifications. I got a text from my uncle inviting me to his birthday party. That must be why my cousin is here. I text him a flirty winky face and said of course I’ll be there.

There is a knock at my door and before I can say “go away”, my cousin walks in.

“I could have been naked you know?” I retort.

“Like I haven’t already seen that.” He says and closes the door. He locks it and I immediately move to the top corner of my bed. He giggles and sits down. “I just wanted to talk privately about what I walked in on yesterday.”

“What did you walk in on? I don’t know what you mean…” I say trying to dismiss the event.

“It’s alright. I’m not going to tell a living soul. I saw how you immediately felt regret when I walked in. If I hadn’t walked in, would you still regret it?”

“No…” I reply sheepishly.

“Then don’t regret it. Pretend I never walked in or saw you completely naked in my dad’s bed. Just forget I even exist.”

“I don’t want to forget you.” I blurt out.

“Don’t wanna forget me at all or forget me walking in?”

“Both…” I say and hide my face.

My heart rate is speeding up. I know he’s judging me for being an incest addict. What if he doesn’t want me to remember? Did I just ruin our friendship?

I feel his hands touch me. One holding my wrist, the other on my face. His lips touch my forehead and I move my hands away. I stare into his deep blue eyes and feel all my worries melt away. He kisses my nose and then starts to move down to my lips. He waits for me to push him away and when that doesn’t happen, he closes the distance between our lips and kisses me softly and sweetly. I put my arms around his neck and pull him down with me. As he hovers above me, kissing me, I feel his hands move to my hips. He pulls my lower half up to meet his and he grinds into me. I gasp and stare into his eyes I smile at him and then kiss him again. We make out with passion but his grinding slows. I feel his cock in his pants and all I want to do is see it. I pull away and tell him to switch spots. He lays on the bed and I get on top of him. I sit and slowly grind against him. I go to take my shirt off but I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

I cover his mouth and hop off of him. I fix my clothes, unlock and open the door. My mom reaches the top of the steps and asks for a hug as she’s on her way to work. I hug her and she waves to my cousin who is still laying on the bed then she leaves for work.

I hear her car drive off and I know it’s safe to continue. I close the door and lock it for safe measure. I strut over to him while slowly taking off my clothes. First my top goes, then my pants. My cousin stops me before I unhook my bra. He sits up and pulls me onto his lap. He starts grinding my hips into him and he kisses my chest. He unlatches my bra and slowly reveals my breasts. I feel his cock jump under me as my nipples come into view. His mouth sucks my nipples in one at a time. I moan at the amazing feeling. He picks me up and lays me down on the bed. He leaves kisses all the way down my body as he nears my dripping wet pussy. I grab his chin before he reaches and I make him look at me.

“No no no. Shirt and pants come off before my panties do.” I tell him and he happily obliges.

His shirt comes off and just like his dad, he has an amazing chest. Defined pecks, tiny nipples, perfect six-pack. The only thing that was different was that my cousin had this enticing v line that lead right to his…mmmmm!

That was enough to push me off the ledge. I sit up, push him against my desk, and pull down his boxers. I have no idea what I am supposed to do, but nature takes over and his perfectly shaped cock slips into my mouth. He gasps and falls back a bit more. He supports himself with his arms and stares down at me. I feel one of his hands touch my head. I was scared that he was going to face-fuck me but he didn’t. He helps push my hair out of the way and he caresses my face. He pulls my mouth off of his cock and mades me look at him. I smile as I continue massaging him in my hand.

“I’m gonna burst if you continue.” He chokes out.

I drop my hands and he steps out of his boxers. He leads me back to the bed and sits me on the edge. He kisses me and then pushes me all the way back. He looks at me for permission and I nod. He hooks his fingers in the band of my panties and slides them off. I lay there completely exposed to him as he gets to his knees and flops my legs over his shoulders. He teases me first by kissing the inside of my thighs. This causes me to grip the sheets underneath me. I focus on breathing and he continues kissing everywhere down there except for where I need his mouth. I let out a frustrated groan and put my hand on his head. I try to force his head to my clit, but he is stronger than me and continues to avoid it. He smirks at me and I can see all of my juices dripping from his chin. He goes back to licking and I gasp and grip his hair tighter. Three more licks and then his tongue makes contact with my clit. I gasp so loud I have to cover my mouth and my legs start shaking. I can feel my legs tightening around his head and I feel so bad because I can’t help it. I shakily say “I’m ssssssso ssssssorry. I can’ttttt…!” I start making a lot of noise again and new places start shaking. I cover my mouth again and feel tears start forming from the intensity. I cry out “Fuuuuuuuck I’m comingggggg!” And grip his hair. My knees clamp around his head, my legs go straight, my toes curl, and my back arches off of the bed. Pleasure pulses through my body and when the waves stop, I collapse on the bed. I go weak and my head rolls to the side. My cousin crawls into bed with me and I notice he isn’t hard anymore.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

“No” he laughs. “Your orgasm was so intense it made me orgasm too. I came in your panties. I hope that’s okay.” He says and pushes my hair out of the way.

I nod and cuddle him. We lay there in silence for a while. When I regain my strength, I sit up and put on his t shirt. He chuckles and puts his boxers back on. I grab a clean pair of panties on my way downstairs and he follows me. We end up in the kitchen and I grab the ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes. He wraps his arms around my waist and turns me around. He kisses me deeply and slides his hands under my shirt. His fingers trail my back and ass as we make out. I want it to continue but I am hungry. I push him away and turn to mix the ingredients. His height and strength gave him the ability to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. I kick and yell at him to put me down but he won’t. He threw me on the couch and pinned me down.

“I’ll make breakfast. Just kiss me for a few minutes.” He says.

I pull him in to kiss and then lick his face. He pulls away laughing.

“Make me my damn breakfast and then you can kiss me!” I jokingly retort.

He goes to the kitchen and makes breakfast while I lay on the couch and watch a bit of tv. Eventually he walks out to the living room holding two plates of pancakes. He hands one to me and then sits down where my feet aren’t. I lay my legs across his lap and we both eat our breakfast. I finish first because I’m a hungry little girl. I set my plate down and straddle his lap.

“I’m better now!” I say and he smiles. He sets his plate down and kisses me. We kiss until we need to pull away for air. “Thanks for breakfast cousin!”

“Anything for you my little nympho.”

I hop off his lap and trot up to my room where I left my phone. I have a few missed calls and some texts from my uncle. I quickly call him back thinking it’s an emergency for the kids but it turns out it’s for him.

“Uncle, what’s wrong with the kids? Do you need me to babysit?” I ask quickly.

“No no no sweetie. Did you get the picture I sent you?”

I put him on speaker and go to my texts.

“OH MY GOD!” I say and almost drop the phone. “Uncle, that’s so naughty. What if my mom looked through my phone?”

“Oh, sorry my bad.”

“I like it a lot tho. All I can imagine in my head is you watching me masturbate now.”

“Well we can do that again if you want… you can come to “babysit” and stay the night.”

“I’ll think about it… I’ll talk to you later.”

He hung up and I went back to looking at his nude. My hands slipped into my panties and I was already wet again. I look at my door frame and see my cousin watching me. I take my hand out and walk over to him. I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight.

“Your dad wants me to come over for a sleepover.” I whisper into his ear.

“Mmm, I just want you all to myself.” He complains.

“I know, but he teaches me things I never knew existed. I didn’t know I could cum as hard as I did. You made me cum harder, but he was the one who first made me.”

“Okay. Go have some fun with him, but you have to show me the new tricks he teaches you. And please don’t tell him about us.”

“Yes sir. My lips are sealed!” I say and kiss him again. I start to walk away, but then I turn and ask him “would you like to watch us?”

“Yes. Can I?” He asks eagerly.

“Duh, that’s why I asked.” I say and go to pack a bag.

My cousin sits on my bed and watches me pack. I throw in thongs, bras, and a few skimpy outfits. I also pull out my fancy night gown and stockings. I figured I could surprise my uncle with a birthday blowjob. I put in a few more essentials and zip it up. I lay down with my cousin and trace my fingers on his chest.

“You made me feel so good while you ate me out. How’d you learn how to do that?”

“I just looked it up one day. I found a bunch of guides written by women on how to pleasure them. It’s all biology and psychology.”

“I love how smart you are. Have you made other girls cum like I did?”

“No… you are the first girl I’ve eaten out. I’ve never felt comfortable enough to do it before.”

“So, does that make you a virgin?”

“No. I’ve still had sex. Luckily college girls don’t care too much about getting eaten out when they’re buzzed.”

“Oh.” I say slightly disappointed that he’s way more experienced than me.

“So, are we going back to my house?” He asks and sits up.

“I guess. I still have to get dressed.” 

He goes to my closet and picks through my clothes. He pulls out a floral dress and my converse. The dress exposes more than half my back and I always feel awkward wearing it. Maybe today will be different. I toss his shirt at him and slip into my dress. I pull on my shoes and grab my bag.

“I’m ready.” I say very nervous for how I’m going to feel being with my uncle again. I just want to be in my cousins arms forever. I feel so safe and loved and horny with him. With my uncle I feel nervous and embarrassed, but sexy. I just wish I could find someone who made me feel all of that at once. But I guess I’ll only get that in my dreams.

Mom, The Unwilling Slut Ch 02

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When!” I demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to rape your ass the rest of the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bitch, did I say stop?” I ask her. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The slut met meat,” he responded.

“What now?” I asked even more confused. 

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

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

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

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

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

“that part I know. What happened?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“WHAT?” mom asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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GIRL WHO CAME BACK

Introduction:

My first story, very story-based, so starts quite slow. Hope you like it,It starts the same way. Standing in my living room with the phone ringing. Around me, walls rip away, frames are sucked into the sky, the ground cracks, everything is chaos, and yet, there was no sound apart from that damn ringing. I try to stop myself, but as always, like every other time, I walk over, the dream refusing to end, refusing to let go. I pick up the phone, and hear the words, “Is this David Leonard? Sir, there’s been an accident…”

And as always, I jerk awake, my face drenched in sweat. As always, I just sit by the edge of the bed and while waiting for the tears to stop, think about my past, what I had lost.

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I was 16 when I met my wife. It should have been nothing special, just a friend introducing her to me, but from the moment I met Jeanne, it just sort of clicked, no matter how corny it may sound. Jeanne was a pretty 5’5 brunette with brown eyes and a smile that could warm the coldest of days. Despite looking very ordinary, wearing jeans with a loose green top at the time, I found myself being more attracted to her than any of our college sluts who go around wearing tight tops and skirts that look more like belts. She was something different, something special.

We went to the same college, were chosen for the same university, most of my young adult years was spent with her, my closest friend. As we grew older, the line between friends/couple became increasingly strained, sideway glances turning into guilty smiles, guilty smiles turning into flirting, flirting turning into teasing, but neither of us took it any further. Too scared, too proud or the fear of rejection, I don’t know, but it looked like I would forever remain in the friend zone, which is the worst place for a guy to be. Fact.

That changed when Jeanne had invited me as her +1 for cousin’s wedding, both of us being 19 at the time. I had already been introduced to her parents, John and Nadine, and they seemed to like me, so it wasn’t awkward or out of the blue. Anyway, during the reception, I found myself dancing with one of the bride’s sisters, who was very…enthusiastic, let’s put it like that. Especially her hands, which were definitely rubbing against things they shouldn’t. Trying to pull away, and ignoring that sly look in her eyes, my eyes caught Jeanne, who was trying hard not to laugh at my discomfort. And yet, she seemed slightly bothered about it as well.

Managing to pull away, I sat down next to Jeanne, ignoring her jibes. Throughout the evening, the eager bridesmaid tried to catch my eye several times while I was talking to Jeanne, but I smiled back at her, not wanting to hurt her feelings. Of course, that only encouraged her and so, when I saw her approaching me, I did the only logical thing I could think of. I asked Jeanne to dance with me.

Spontaneous. Random. Out of the blue. Jeanne looked at me curiously, before glancing to the bridesmaid, and asked, “Any particular reason?”

“It’s a wedding. People are dancing. Do I really need a reason?”

The way she was staring at me, I half-expected her to decline. But to my surprise, Jean sighed, saying, “Come on, then.”

It was a slow song, and so, finding some space on the floor, I drew her in, placing my hand on her waist and did that classic dance that involved nothing but circling, made for people like me who had no idea how to dance. We moved slowly, just me and her. I had expected for it to feel awkward, having never danced, not even at my prom. But in reality, it was…nice. I found myself enjoying the closeness, the warmth shared between us. Looking down at her, and seeing the small smile on her face, I forgot every piece of restraint I had and kissed her. At the contact, every part of me shivered, and as Jeanne kissed me back, I failed to notice anything else. No idea how long it lasted, could have been years, before she pulled away, and it was only when she gave a small smile and rested her head on my shoulder that my heart started beating again. Both of us giddy as fools, we carried on dancing, oblivious to the world and whoever was in it.

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The same nightmare. The same Phone. The Same message. “There’s been an accident. You need to…”

The living room fades to black. The only thing left were the voices.

“Severe Damage…Heavy Blood loss”
“She’s going into cardiac arrest!”
“Clear!!!”

Then it abruptly stops, moments of silence. And then:

“I’m sorry, Mr.Leonard. We did everything we could, but we were unable to save both of them.”

With a cry of anguish, I was back to real life, in the early morning. Breathing heavily, I forced myself up and went downstairs, not even bothering to try to go back to sleep. How could I, knowing that the funeral was in a few hours?

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Three years later after our kiss, a year after our marriage, Jeanne gave birth to our daughter. She had been staying with her parents during the final stages of her pregnancy as per her request, which meant I only heard that she was in labour as I was making my way home from the airport, having been at a conference for the past three days. Smashing the gas pedal of my BMW, I raced to the hospital, driving to the edge of my- no, the car’s limit. Speed cameras, I hear you say? Funny, I didn’t notice any.

Shutting the car door behind me, running as fast as I can, I made my way through the hospital. Darting through hallways, asking for directions impatiently, I finally saw John standing outside a door, anxiously waiting. Apologizing to him for the delay, and finding out that Nadine was with Jeanne, the two of us waited in that hallway, neither one of us saying a word. I was terrified, partly thinking about everything that could go wrong, but most of all, that soon, I was going to be a father. I mean, holy…

The door opened and the nurse told us to come in. I looked at John, and asked, “You ready to meet your granddaughter?”

He gave a nervous smile, replying, “About as ready as you meeting your daughter.”

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room, and that’s when I first saw her, crying in Jeanne’s arms. Walking over, I met Jeanne’s eyes, and we both smiled/cried as we looked down at our daughter. She was a little replica of Jeanne, right down to the bone.

“She looks exactly like you, Jeanne”, John said, in a slightly shaky voice, while Nadine grasped the baby’s- my daughter’s hand.

“Not quite, Kyra got something from her father”, Jeanne replied, her voice filled with exhaustion. “David, come on, introduce yourself.”

My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I walked up to her, and the feeling I got when I held Kyra for the first time, as she cried with surprising volume, it was… inexplicable, and I refuse to even try and explain it. It took all my self-control to not break down and cry with her. Instead, I gently whispered “Kyra” in her ear, and her eyelids opened just a fraction, allowing me to see a flash of grey.

“She’s got your eyes, David”, Nadine said, and it was then that was when I felt like a father, and the emotions running through me…was ageless.

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The next few days passed quickly for me. I would come early every day, waiting impatiently by the door until I was allowed in. Jeanne had trouble with the birth and was still quite weak, so I would stay by her, making sure she was alright, never leaving her side or Kyra’s.

The time came when we finally took both of them home, inviting Jeanne’s parents to stay with us for a while, and the next few months, I would forever remember as the best part of my life.

However, the next three years was both amazing and frustrating. Because of Kyra and the fact I was making enough money for the both of us, Jeanne decided to quit her job and became a full-time mother. I was working as a manager for a multi-firm company, and the meetings/deadlines/conferences took so much of my time, I couldn’t be around Kyra as much as I wanted to. But still, no matter how tiring and stressful my job got, when I got home, I would be cheered up instantly by the two people that mean most to me.

And so, the years passed.

The main thing I noticed as Kyra grew up was that she seemed closer to me than her mother, but I figured that this was mainly because I wasn’t around as much as Jeanne was. I still remember her as a toddler, like it was yesterday. Kyra may look like Jeanne, but she had inherited my personality as well as the eyes. Always messing around, always curious, it was remarkable I found myself changing into a child when I’m with her.

Unfortunately, as Kyra got older, I found myself spending less and less time with her, mainly due to my promotion as Assistant CEO in a multi-firm company. But I never forgot certain events. Her first day of school. Her first play. Her first dance class. Things like that.

Jeanne and Kyra had become my whole life. There was nothing more that I could want or need. But my job prevented me from showing that to them, and it left me feeling useless.

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The Funeral.

For most people, when someone close to you dies, it would be agonizing, but that wasn’t the case for me. Throughout the service, I just felt hollow, empty. Ironically, it was a perfect day weather-wise. The sun shining, a gentle breeze, but to me, the world was lifeless. I just stood there, holding Nadine, comforting her as the rites were being said. John was more composed, mainly because he’s an old-fashioned guy who doesn’t show emotions as much, but even he couldn’t stop the tears rolling down his face.

It was just another ordinary day, and it should have been. But a woman in a 4×4, who was partly drunk, lost control of her car on the road next to the pier. The 4×4 skidded across the road, before crashing into a small, red Fiat coming from the opposite direction, driven by a woman and her 12 year old daughter coming home from her dance recital. Both cars hit the barrier at the edge and went right through it. Both cars fell onto the rocks at the bottom. Jeanne and Kyra died instantly at the impact. The 4×4 driver managed to survive because her car was more robust, but it didn’t stop her spine from breaking, paralysing her from the waist down. Not sure whether to feel pity or satisfaction at that. Not sure if I can feel at all anymore.

People occasionally came up to me to give me words of comfort, after the service, but I generally gave them a general ‘thanks for coming’ before moving on. Rude, I know, but that’s how I felt. After all the friends and relatives left, I just went back to their graves and stood there with Jeanne’s parents, the three of us standing so still, there was no difference between the statues and ourselves.

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FIVE YEARS LATER

I arrived home around 10 o’clock that night, exhausted to the point of almost passing out. Every single action, opening the front door, removing my shoes, heating some food in a microwave, seemed to take ten times the effort it normally would. Becoming CEO certainly hasn’t helped me out much, but apparently I was the only man for the job. Besides, it’s not like I had anything to do at home.

Collecting my dinner, I made my way into the living room and fell onto the sofa. Turning on the T.V, I mindlessly switched channels while eating, thinking about Sarah, a woman in my office who has asked me out (for coffee, for dinner. Etc) at least 4 times so far. My friends, the few I still have left, think I’m either gay or stupid to refuse her offer, as she was very fit and looked nothing like her 36 years. I can’t think of a reason why she would be attracted to a wreck like me, but it made it difficult for me to say a straight no. I would always make an excuse, and I hoped that eventually, she would think, too many coincidences and get the message. Harsh, maybe, but it wasn’t as harsh as saying no to her face. Was it?

Clearing my thoughts, I wasted about an hour, watching a half-decent crime movie, before I decided to turn in for the night. Turning the TV off, I made my way upstairs, leaving my plate on the table. Luckily, I had arranged the next week off, and so was looking forward to actually having a decent amount of sleep for a change.

After a quick shower, I caught myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. I still looked pretty much the same as I did 10 years ago, but being in my late 30’s, you could definitely tell I wasn’t exactly in the prime of my life. My eyes, hollow and empty, gave that away. I rolled a few grey hairs on my head between my fingers and ran a hand down my stubble, before deciding to ignore it and carried on cleaning my teeth, just wanting to sleep.

I didn’t even bother changing when I was done, just went inside my room, stripped to my boxers and fell onto the bed, asleep in an instant.

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RRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!

Did I just hear that? After a few seconds of listening, I figured I must have imagined it, and decided to ignore it and try to go back to sleep.

RRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!

The doorbell. With a groan, I tried to push myself up. Failing, I settled to look at my watch, learning that it was quarter to ten. I settled back down, figuring that whoever it was; they can bugger off, and was just on the point of sleep when…

RRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!! RRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!! RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG!!!!

“I’M COMING! “ I roared, as I rolled out of bed. Uttering curses, I grabbed a bathrobe, and stomped down the stairs, wincing as my foot hit the banister. Making my way to the front door, I considered whether to use my fists, as I prepared myself to confront the fucking idiot. Pulling the door open, ignoring the sudden chill of air, I yelled, “Do you have any idea-“, before freezing in surprise.

Standing in front of me was a young woman, looking at me with shock. We stared at each other for a moment, before I finally said, “I’m sorry, you must have the wrong house.”

Yet, I knew I was wrong, I felt like I’d seen this girl before.

She looked me up and down, before saying hesitantly, “Your robe…”

Oh, God no, I thought, but looking down, I saw my bare chest and stomach and unfortunately, due to my tight boxers and the fact it was morning, the very noticeable bulge of my slightly erect dick. With a silent curse, I tied the knot, and looked back at her, in a casual pose, as if I wasn’t fazed.

“Not the best of introductions. Do I know you?” I asked smoothly, still racking my brains to where I’d seen her before.

“It’s been a long time since you last saw me, but you should remember.” She replied, a faint smile on her face.

Slightly irritated but curious, I looked her up and down, waiting for something to click in my mind. Wearing thick leggings and a hoodie, she was around 5”7 (guessing it from my 5”10). Trying to find a resemblance to people I knew, I examined her face closely, which must have looked odd, as she gave a quick laugh.
She was very pretty, that much can be said. I couldn’t tell much because of the hoodie, but she had a very attractive face, with a cute smile and dark-eyes blues, and……….wait, the eyes. I stared into them, pale grey into dark blue, eyes I knew, eyes I remembered. In a flash, memories rushed at me. Two girls running around in my garden; a young girl smiling at me, with those same dark-blue eyes before Kyra emptied a jug of water over her head.

I pulled back, and with a smile, said “Hi, Amy”, to which she gave a shy smile.

I stared at her, shocked that Amy, of all people, was at my doorstep. Lost in memories, I was disrupted by a tug on my shoulder. Amy was looking at me with a slight smile, saying “You do realise it’s freezing out here.”

I stared at her blankly, before coming back to reality.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” I said apologetically, flattening myself against the wall to let her through. As she passed, her body rubbed against mine, causing a sudden jolt in my chest. 

“Living room is on the left”, I said after she passed. “Take a seat, I’ll just take a second to get changed”. 
I made my way to my room, still unable to believe Amy was here. After so long, this girl from my past had come back. While changing into a simple t-shirt and jeans, my mind went back, to a happier time and place.

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Amy was Kyra’s best friend, from her younger days. Her and her parents lived in our neighbourhood, (the very same place I live now). Jeanne and I had met Adam and Sarah during a social gathering. They were likeable, and Amy seemed like a nice kid, if not slightly inquisitive for her 6 years of age. However, it was when the three of them first came round to our house and Amy first met Kyra, a toddler at the time, that she became part of my life.

Amy loved my daughter, and Kyra seemed to instinctively connect with her. Throughout the years, they never failed to see each other at least four times a week. Despite the 4-year gap between them, the two of them were inseparable.

Time passed, and Amy’s parents started having marital issues and because we were their closest friends, it became common for her to stay with me and Jeanne while Adam and Sarah went on romantic trips or vacations, desperately trying to flare their relationship back into life. When Amy did come over, Jeanne and I always made sure to treat her like an adult, despite her being 11 at the time, partly because she was very mature for her age, mostly because we didn’t want be a parent substitute for her, as it might screw her relationship with her own.

As the issues between Adam and Sarah worsened, Amy stayed at our house more and more, until it came to the point where she was staying with us more than her own parent’s house. Well, I say us, but I wasn’t around that much either. Having been promoted again, I found myself spending even less time at home, so it was just Amy, Kyra and Jeanne most of the time.

Over time, despite my original thoughts, I found myself thinking of Amy as a second daughter, and treated her as such. She would come to me, asking for help, on homework, friend issues or whatever was on her mind. I would put aside whatever work I had, and like I did for Kyra, talk with her in a way that she answers her own question. (People tend to follow the advice you guide them to rather than the advice you tell them to do).

Coming home from the out-of-town conferences, I would bring presents to the two girls and after a while, Amy would expect these gifts. I would sometimes pretend to have forgotten it, but she wasn’t fooled, not even once. As for Jeanne, I had learnt that excessively buying her gifts just made her pissed, and she told me that I shouldn’t feel guilty. Even so, at night, I would try and make it to her, and trust me; she is a hell of a screamer.

Anyway, a year later, out of the blue, Amy’s parents suddenly announced their decision to move up north. Amy was 13 when they left; I remember the day clearly, her parents walking down their garden path with their suitcases, while Kyra and Amy were in the porch, bawling their eyes out. Jeanne was comforting Amy and Kyra, telling them it would be fine, while I talked to her parents, wishing them luck on their new life. Though, by the look on both their faces, I knew that the sudden relocation wasn’t going to improve their marriage. They were just delaying the inevitable, but I kept that thought to myself.

Making my way back after saying my goodbyes, I passed by Amy, walking to the car, with the most miserable expression on her face. After a brief thought, I called her back and embraced her in a small hug, her head just about reaching my mid-chest, before kneeling down and telling her, how a pretty girl like her would have no trouble fitting in her new home, and that she shouldn’t be sad or scared. She gave a shy smile in reply, blushing slightly, but seemed a lot more cheerful, as she embraced me tightly, before running to the car. I lifted myself back up, picked Kyra up, and the three of us watched the car drive away, Amy furiously waving with tears in her eyes. And that was, as the car turned round the corner, the last time I saw her.

Kyra cried waterworks for hours, and it took all our strength and patience to cheer her up. Over the next few months, when Kyra wasn’t doing her homework or her chores, she would be on the computer, chatting with Amy on MSN, Skype, whatever it was called, discussing whatever young girls discussed at the time. They never met face-to-face again, the…..accident happening two years later.

Amy and her parents couldn’t make it to the funeral as they was on holiday abroad, but a few weeks later, I received from her, by post, a beautifully drawn card. Her pain and loss literally poured out of the card, from every care-written word to the small drawings in the corners. It was clear that Kyra’s death had affected her greatly, and I wrote two letters that day, one to Amy, thanking her for the gift and giving words of comfort. The second, to Adam, telling him that Amy had been extremely close to Kyra, thus asking him to keep an eye on her. I had posted those letters, thinking that was that.

And now, seven years later, she had come back.

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“You sure know a good time to visit, Amy”, I said, as I entered the living room.

Amy was standing by the study table, looking through my album, filled with photos of Jeanne, Kyra and me. She hadn’t even heard. 

Walking up to her, I placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned round sharply, before wiping her cheeks with her sleeve.

“Sorry”, she said, her voice slightly shaky. “It’s-“

“I know”, I replied softly.

An awkward silence filled the room, and I went to turn on the electric fireplace, trying to warm the place up a bit.

As she sat down on the sofa, I made my way to the kitchen, saying “Make yourself at home; I’ll be back with some coffee”.

It took a few minutes, but I came back with two cups filled with the perfect antidote for a cold morning.
Walking up to her, I noticed that Amy had removed her hoodie and placed it close to the fire. I could now see that she had wavy dark-blonde hair that ended in curls, a hairstyle that really suited her. She was wearing a tight grey sweater and with those leggings, I couldn’t help but notice that she had a nice physique, not too thin, curves in the right places. Unconsciously, my eyes went to her chest area for an instant, and found that while she had medium sized breasts, they were very round and stuck out firmly, something I noticed even more with that sweater.

Realising that I had accidently checked her out, I slapped myself mentally for the perverted thoughts before handing her the cup, to which she gave her smile, with the words, “Thank you, David.”
I noticed that fact that she had used my first name, and it bugged me, as she had always called me “Mr.Leonard”, but I brushed it aside.

We chatted aimlessly while we drank the coffee, filling each other in of the past 7/8 years. I told Amy about my job and recent life while she told me about her university and her hobbies/interests.

“So how old are you now?” I asked after talking about her course for University.

“21 in four months”, she replied, with a strange smile, like it was part of an inside joke, which confused me slightly, but I disregarded it.

To change the subject, I asked her something that I was wondering about for a while. 

“So how are your parents doing?”

At the very question, Amy’s face darkened, confirming my guess.

“That bad, eh?” I asked with concern.

“You don’t know,” she replied with a weary tone. “Mom and Dad divorced three years ago. I lived with my mum for a while, and she couldn’t have been more miserable, always blaming me for everything. I had to get out of there. Dad……I haven’t seen him in a while, not since he hooked up with some local slut called Jade. No idea where he is now, could be dead for all I know, the fucking prick. So yeah, it is that bad”.

Amy returned to drinking her coffee, before she noticed the shock on my face, and asked what was wrong.
I shook my head in reply, saying, “Nothing, it just seems weird to hear you talking like this. It only seems like yesterday that you were a child.”

Something, annoyance possibly, flickered through her eyes, and she said softly, “That was a long time ago”.

“I know. It’s just strange, that’s all.” I countered, before asking, “So where do you live now?”

“I stayed with my friends for a while, and when I got a decent part-time job, rented a small apartment. It’s a nice place, good value for money.”

“You don’t live on Campus, then?”

“Don’t even get me started on my Campus”, she replied with emotion, and started giving me a ferocious rant on everything wrong with the place.

“You should have been in my University, that place was wild”, I replied, telling a few stories of my young, foolish self and the troubles we got in.

As we talked, the topics ranging to… pretty much everything, I was surprised by how easy it was; it felt like talking to a lifelong friend. Amy was confident, her enthusiasm infectious and she had an incredible sense of humour, one to rival the one I had. I found myself laughing like I’ve never laughed in the past 7 years, and catching my breath, I realised that she was what I used to be, and seeing how far I had fallen, I couldn’t help but be slightly depressed.

Eventually, I finally got my senses together and asked, “So, what’s with the sudden appearance?”
Amy’s face lost its shine. For a moment, I wondered if she was going to cry, but then, she reached into her bag and withdrew a small chain.

“I was cleaning the storeroom in my apartment, and I found this”, She said slowly, before placing the chain in my open palm. “Kyra gave it to me the day I left and I just thought……it should belong to you.” 

I had hoped that she wouldn’t mention her. To be honest, even now, it hurts when I think about them. It had taken a whole year to get out of my depression, the worst days of my life. I didn’t know if I had the strength to endure that again. Nevertheless, I opened my palm (no idea when I closed it), and examined the chain.

Silver, with a small heart at the end. I recognised it instantly, as it had been a gift from me. Kyra had always been crazy about chains, that much can be said. Girls and their jewellery, eh? She loved this, it was her most favourite one, and yet, she had simply given it to Amy. That, more than anything, gave me my answer.

“No.” I said softly, standing up. Amy stood up too, looking confused. “I have my memories. But Kyra gave this to you, and I wouldn’t feel right if I had this.”

I put the chain back in her hand, saying, “Besides, I think it would look much better on you”.

Amy’s eyes were wet. I think mine were too, but I didn’t want to check.

“Thank you”, she said, her voice quivering. She put the chain around her neck, and I helped attach it at the back, my fingers slightly brushing the skin of her neck.

“You see, it suits you perfectly”, I said with a smile, after putting it on. She smiled back at me, her dark blue eyes more noticeable than ever. And then, she took a step forward, right up to me, staring at me with a hard look in her eyes. Her head moved forward, and without even thinking about it, I found mine moving back. Amy stared at me as if she had been slapped, and then…

“I should get going, I have to be at the station at 12”, she said suddenly, pulling back.

I too was kicked back to my senses, but I took it in stride, despite the fact I had no idea what just happened.

“That’s OK. Do you want a lif-“

“No”, she replied, in a sharp tone, answering before I even asked the question. “It’ll be good for me to walk for a while.”

Amy seemed very hesitant and confused, as she put her hoodie back on, and believe me, the feeling was mutual. She wanted to say something, but found her unable to do it. I found myself being more scared than I have in years.

“Bye, David. Thanks for the coffee.” She said, opening the front door.

Standing at the doorway, she gave me a hug that seemed to linger before pulling her hood over her head and briskly walking away.

I watched her walk away, before closing the door, feeling unnerved. My mind was spinning, still wondering what the hell just happened. It can’t be what I thought it was. I sat back down on the sofa, staring blankly at the cup on the coffee table, before the ringing phone brought me back.

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Over the next few weeks, I found myself being a lot more confident. I found myself changing with no conscious reason. A new self, meeting with people after work, getting drunk and having a good time. My new attitude certainly got me more popular with my colleagues, though I was careful to still do the work and never overdo my new self. After all, I was the CEO, and was expected to be the responsible one.

I also noticed the amount of attractive females in the office, women I hadn’t noticed for years and found myself flirting around them, especially towards Sarah. I found myself spending more and more time with her, enjoying every second we spent together. And yet, even though I am now happier than I’ve been in years, I could not make that final step. I could not ask her out, something was stopping me.

The constant battle between my will and my mind raged within me, until I decided that this was a simple problem to solve. I wanted to call Sarah, to just ask her out, but I couldn’t. Therefore, I decided not bother. I’ll just stay like this, my new attitude, casual flirting, nothing more. And though I knew it was not fair on her, I figured that this was the best way. And sometimes, for a split second, I almost convince myself of that.

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TWO MONTHS LATER

It was absolutely pouring with rain during the journey home. After popping into the local supermarket to stock up on food, I was making my way back to the car, getting soaked, when I accidentally bumped into someone, and was it fate or a huge coincidence that it happened to be her?

“Amy?” I asked, still unable to believe the odds. She looked like she had been outside for hours, she was absolutely drenched. Her clothes had been soaked to the point of being shapeless, and her hood was absolutely failing at keeping her head dry. Carrying a small suitcase with her, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

“David? Oh my God, what are the chances?” She exclaimed, cheerful, even in this weather. I gestured her to walk with me to my car.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked with concern, as I opened the boot and put the bags and her suitcase in.

“Just a small problem, I’m supposed to stay at my friend’s house, but apparently, her family decided at the last minute for them to all go to their cousin’s house.” Amy said, her casual tone making the whole scenario somehow amusing. “So I’ve been spending the last hour walking around in the rain, trying to find a hotel in this shithole of a city.”

“Well, you’re definitely handling it better than me.” I replied with a laugh. “If that happened to me, you’ll hear my curses from a 2 mile radius, and random people will be shouted at to the point of crying.”

Closing the boot shut, I heard Amy asking me if I knew there were any hotels nearly, when, out of nowhere, I asked:

“Why don’t you stay with me?”

Did I really just say that? Why did I just say that?

“Stay…….. with you?”, Amy asked slowly, and was it just me, or did her eyes light up?

Okay, David, you cannot take back what you just said, so go balls confident.

“Sure, I mean, it’s only one night, right?” I said, making my voice sound as casual as possible. “It’s seems like an easier choice than paying for a hotel, but it’s your choice.”

Amy seemed to consider the option, but somehow, I knew that she had already decided. She just didn’t want to look too eager. So I waited patiently, and then, a few seconds later:

“Sure, I guess that’s fine.” Amy replied, with a smile. As she got in the car, I looked up, knowing that the weather was definitely getting worse. Sighing, I got into my car as well, and started the car. Somewhere in the back of my mind, as I was pulling out of the spot, I wondered if Amy staying over was a good idea, but I chose to ignore that thought, and started to drive back home.

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We reached my house about half an hour later, during which the rain had become a storm. Lightning frequently streaked across the sky, followed by the deafening sound of thunder. The rain battered us without mercy as we made our way up the path, and Amy huddled close to me to shelter her from the worst of the downpour. Reaching the front door, I gave my keys to her (I was carrying the bags and suitcase), and she quickly opened the door, before rushing inside, eager to get out of the downpour. I followed suit, closing the door behind me before placing the bags on the hallway, as we laughed our heads off for no real reason.

After calming down, I turned to Amy, and said, “Feel free to choose one of the rooms upstairs to stay in.” She thanked me in reply, and walked up the stairs. A small part of me stared at her ass as she walked up, how it moved with every step, before I forced myself to look away.

“The room on the far right is mine, so not that one”, I called after her, as I placed my jacket on the radiator, before following her upstairs and then to my room, wanting to change into some dry clothes. Rummaging through the mountain of clothes strewed on the floor, I found a t-shirt and some denim trousers, and put them on. After a brief thought, I put on some deodorant as well, to mask the smell of rain. Checking my reflection and finding it suitable, I was making my way back downstairs, when Amy suddenly came out of her room, and walked straight into me.

“Sorry David, didn’t look where I was going” Amy said apologetically.

“No problem, it was my fault, I’m not used to having someone else at the house.” I replied with a wary smile. Budging past her, I was on the stairs when she asked:

“Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom? I really need a hot shower after all that time in the rain.”

My mind flashed on an image of Amy showering for second.

“No, it’s fine. Bathroom’s over there.” I replied casually before going downstairs, telling myself to get a grip.
While making dinner (I figured I might as well cook since I had a guest), I convinced myself that the sexual thoughts I had of Amy was just because of the whole scenario. If it was any other girl that was staying over at my house, it would probably have the same effect on me. It had nothing to do with her.

Amy is…….was Kyra’s friend; she’s like a second daughter for me. I have nothing but fatherly feelings for her, and I repeated this to myself several times. And yet…

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Having finished cooking, I decided to take a break and watch a football match that some of my friends were talking about for the past week. Sure enough, it was a hell of a game, being tied at 1-all, and some spectacular skills and fouls. I was immersed in the game, that I didn’t hear Amy walking in. It was only when she asked if there was any dinner, then I turned to her, and froze.

Amy’s choice of clothing was very………form-fitting. She was wearing pink pyjama bottoms that clung to her legs tightly, showing off her long legs and ass rather well. To go with that, a white tank top that was slightly small for her, allowing me to see her bust very clearly and the outline of a bra. It also allowed me to see a thin slice of navel, and that combined with everything else, made her look…….

She met my curious glare, and I nodded at her clothing.

“Oh, that”, she sighed. “I was only supposed to be staying with my friend for the night, and only brought my bedtime clothes and the clothes which are now drenched, so that doesn’t leave me much choice. Besides, you should see the clothes she wears at night. ”

“So, both of you spend the night together in one room, with clothes like that. Anything else you want to tell me?” I said in a nudging tone and raised eyebrows, before I could stop myself.

“I guess that it is really true that men don’t age mind-wise”, she replied with a small grin, and I counted myself off the hook, still unable to believe I had said that. More surprising, she didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it seems to have the opposite effect.

Walking past me, Amy settled down on the sofa against the side wall. I gave her the remote, asking her if she was sure that she wanted dinner now, as it was only quarter past 7. She replied yes, so I made my way to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with two plates of Italian pasta, with my custom-made sauce, with a dash of spice (Say what you want, but I’ve always been proud of my cooking).

Judging by her reaction as she ate, Amy was definitely a fan.

“My god, this is delicious!” she said, or something similar to that as her mouth was full with pasta.

“Thanks”, I replied. “It was nothing.”

“Spare the modesty, after making food this good, you’re allowed to show off about it.”

“Well, I do what I can”, I replied with a laugh, before turning back to the T.V.

Unfortunately, Amy had decided to watch some romantic film, which wasn’t really one of my preferences, but she’s the guest so I decided to just suffer through it and watched it without really paying attention.

A while later, after both of us were done eating, as I turned my head, meaning to check the clock, my eyes skimmed over Amy, before coming back to fix on her. Because the sofa was to the side, she was sitting along the sofa, her legs resting on the armrest. My eyes ran over her long legs; how the tight pyjamas showed it off, before moving to her breasts, hidden underneath that tank-top. Again, I was fascinated by the roundness of her tits, and told myself it had to be a push-up bra, there’s no way a natural breast could defy gravity like that, unless there’s silicone involved. But she can’t have…

Amy moved slightly, and I hurriedly turned back to watch the film. Of course, after that, every so often, I would stare at her out of the corner of my eye, admiring her body. At one point, her tank-top had gone up slightly as she stretched. Now, I’d never been a navel guy, but seeing her smooth abs and belly button…. 
Of course, every time I did look at her, I would look away guiltily a few seconds later, telling myself to get a grip. But believe me, it wasn’t easy.

As the movie reached it’s climax (the two main characters getting together, really, are you even surprised?), out of nowhere, Amy asked, “Have you thought about getting married again?”

Funny, I should be offended that she asked such a personal question, but I couldn’t help but notice that I never thought about it. Was there another marriage in my future?

“I don’t know,” I replied truthfully, after a moment of thought. “I don’t know if I could.”

“That’s ridiculous. You can’t stay like this forever”, Amy said passionately. “Imagine if you had died, would you want Jeanne to remain unmarried for the rest of her life?”

Her logic was undeniable, but I chose to ignore it, saying, “It’s not that simple, Amy.”

In response, she turned the T.V off, grabbed a chair and set it down in front of me, before sitting down on it. 

Looking directly into my eyes, her dark blue into my pale grey, she said “David, it’s me. You always been there for me when I was young, I just want to repay the favour.”

I sat there, on the sofa, wondering what I should do. Part of me wants to just go to bed and let this day end, but talking to someone about a problem always lessens the burden, right?

“Ok, Amy”, I sighed. “You’re right, I should be trying to move on with my life, but I can’t and trust me, I tried. There’s this girl called Sarah in my office, I like her and I’m pretty sure that she likes me too, but guess what? Every time I go to ask her out, my mouth clamps shut. SOMETHING STOPS ME, EVERY SINGLE TIME! So, it’s not like I have a choice about remaining single, because I can’t even ask a girl out, even though sometimes, I’m really………well that doesn’t really matter. So tell me, Amy, what’s your diagnosis?”

A moment of awkward silence followed my tirade. To be honest, I did feel slightly better having let out some of my rage.

Amy’s response, when it came, came slowly, as if she was choosing her words carefully.

“Whatever stopping you from moving on is something that you have been keeping inside you for a long time, that much I can say. This is a delayed reaction.”

After a pause, Amy said slowly, “I have an idea.”

“Please, anything to help me out here.”

“Trying to solve a problem through force never helps. It’s like when you are doing an exam. You would never remember the answer by forcing it to appear. But if you try blanking out your mind and letting the answer come to you….”

“Seriously?”, I said with disbelief. “That never works in real life.”

“Have you tried?”

“Well….”

Amy gave me a stern look in reply, so with a sigh, figuring I might as well give it a shot, I slowed down my breathing and closed my eyes.

Right, I thought to myself, trying to ignore the ridiculousness of what I’m doing, Start blanking, Brain.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but incredibly, after a while, I found that Amy was telling the truth, kind of. By letting my mind relax, sitting in silence, thoughts and memories came at me, things I never even thought twice about. I sat there, waiting for it to come to me. I don’t know how long it took, but in a split second, I understood and I couldn’t believe that the answer escaped me for so long. How did I not see this before? How blind must have I been?

Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Amy’s dark blue eyes, staring at me with concern.

“Well, did it work?” she asked.

I gave a sigh, and under Amy’s questioning look, simply said, “It’s guilt.”

She looked at me as if I was crazy, before saying, “Because?”

“Jeanne and Kyra”, I replied, my voice heavy. “I was never there for them. My work took up so much of my time. I…Sometimes, I wondered if Kyra hated me for that. I tried, you have to believe me, but I couldn’t make it to every… Hell, I almost missed her birth, what kind of father would miss the birth of his own child? As she grew older, I spent less and less time at home. You should know about that, when you were staying here, how many times was I also there?”

I paused, finding it difficult to keep talking. What I had always known now hits me with full force. 

“I may have earned money for them. I may have provided for them”, I said with effort. “But I wasn’t a good husband, or a good father.”

As I let the words hit me, a deep sense of self-loathing erupted in my chest. Disgusted with myself, I stood up, wanting to go upstairs and sleep.

However, Amy stood up too, and simply said, “You’re wrong.”

I made to argue my point, but she hushed me with a wave of her hand.

“No, listen. It might be true that you weren’t around much, but when you were, you took care of your wife and Kyra better than most fathers who are always around. Trust me, you were a much better father to Kyra than my dad was to me. You worked for them, and you really think that they’ll hate you for it?”

“But…”

“I know that Kyra never hated you. When I was with her, never a day went past without her saying how awesome you are, at least once. The days that you weren’t there for her, you more than made up for it in the days that you were. Kyra loved you. Your wife loved you. In fact, the only person that hates you is you, and you don’t even have a valid reason for it.”

Amy stepped up to me and grabbed my shoulders, looked straight into my eyes, saying, “The amount of love you had for Jeanne and Kyra was nothing compared to the love they had for you, and they would be heartbroken if they could hear you right now.”

I found myself unable to disagree with her, as much as I wanted to. I don’t know how long I stood there, in silence, but suddenly, my eyes began to water, thinking of Kyra’s laugh, Jeanne’s smile, the three of us together. I had never cried at the funeral, but now, I found tears running down my face, and without knowing why, I just broke down. I barely felt Amy’s comforting embrace, just cried my heart out for Jeanne and Kyra, my lost family. 

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I left the house a while later, leaving Amy in charge. I needed fresh air, and decided to take a walk to clear my mind. Thankfully, the storm had died down; there was not a cloud in sight. The night sky seemed clearer than usual, and the stars shone brighter than I had ever seen.

Amy’s words still echoed in my mind as I walked, making me realise how stupid I’ve been. It’s doesn’t matter if I wasn’t around as much as I could have been, I did right by my wife and child. I mindlessly walked round town and found myself at the local park. I smiled as memories poured in, Kyra on the swings, her laughter. Sighing with weariness, I walked in and wiped the raindrops off a bench, the same bench where Jeanne and I used to sit, and sat down. The good times rolled through my mind, and I soon found myself laughing like hell. I have no idea why, but the night echoed with the sound of my crazy, giddy laughter.

It was at that moment, while laughing, that I realised that the guilt would never bother me again. I had loved Jeanne and Kyra, and cruel fate had taken them away. But that was no reason to be miserable, I should be celebrating life in their memory, and if that means moving on, then so be it, I know that they’ll support me.

Content, I laid back and watched the night sky, the cold barely affecting me. It is amazing how the twinkle of stars could be so fascinating. Before I knew it, it was 10 o’clock and I decided to head back.

The journey home seemed to pass in no time, my mind completely at peace. Before I knew it, I was opening the front door and was making my way to the living room.

Amy was sitting on the sofa, apparently lost in her own thoughts, and didn’t notice me until I coughed slightly.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and she gave me a warm smile. She stood up.

“So, how do you feel now?” she asked as she walked up to me.

“Better, and it’s because of you. I’ll owe you more than you’ll ever know.”

To my surprise, she came up to me and embraced me. After the initial shock, I hugged her back, enjoying the warmth and comfort after being in the cold for so long. My left hand went to her lower back, while my right went up to stroke her hair. I had no logical explanation for doing that, but it felt right. She gave a content sigh at the content and snuggled into me, resting her head on my shoulders. That’s when I started getting nervous, but convinced myself that I was overreacting.

After a while, she pulled back, her hands on my shoulders. There was a hard look in her eyes, the same look as last time. As my mind flashed warning lights, she leant forward, and this time, I found myself unable to move. Her lips brushed mine gently, and before I knew it, I was kissing her back. The feel of her lips brought a part of me that had been buried for so long, and so, I didn’t even think about what I was doing. It was only when I felt her tongue slip into my mouth that I stopped, with surprise.

Comprehension came a split second later. Confused and disgusted with myself, I pushed her away.

“What the Hell!” I yelled, more to myself than her.

Amy looked at me, with a hurt look in her eyes. That look made me feel guilty, even though I technically had done nothing wrong. And then, the look changed into cold fury.

“Amy, what was that about? Why did you…”

“Are you thick?” she asked in a cold tone. “Do you really not understand?”

I don’t think I’ve been this confused in my life. I had no idea what was going on, or maybe I didn’t want to accept what I thought was going on. Either way, I said nothing in reply. There was a long pause while I tried to find the words.

“Amy”, I said slowly. “You’re like family to me. I don’t understand why you would do-“

“Well, I don’t think of you like that. For me, you’ll always be my first crush, the first person I…..had feelings for.”

Silence.

“Do you want to know the main reason why I came here two months ago?”

I said nothing in reply, just listened.

“Living in an apartment and my parent’s divorce, it just made me feel…lonely. Even when I’m with my friends, it feels like I’m unwanted. I don’t know how you deal with it, but living on your own is hard for me. I’m used to being cared for all my life, and you’re mostly to blame for that. And then, when I found the chain, I remembered about you.”

Her face was red with embarrassment, but she didn’t stop. 

“I had a crush on you since I was 12. You were dependable. You cared about me. You-”

She came to a halt, her face scarlet, like she just realised what she was saying.

As for me, I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. Again, I was amazed by my ignorance and stupidity. How did I not see this before? 

“Amy, I don’t understand. Do you-”

“Yes” she said softly, “I don’t want to marry you, or to be your girlfriend or anything like that. It’s just that I want to be with you, and that’s still a type of love.”

“Amy, these feelings you have are not uncommon”, I said with a sigh, ignoring the perverted thoughts ramming into my head. “It’s just an attraction and it will-”

“Do I look like I’m 12? I’m 20 now, and I can tell you the feelings I have for you aren’t going that easily.”
I just groaned with frustration, and looking straight at her, said, “Amy, I don’t know what more I can say to make you understand.”

She stared at me for a long time, searching for something, before she sighed and turned away, replying “You don’t need to. I’ll just go upstairs, leave you alone. Thank you for letting me stay here.”

And with that, she left the room, looking to be on the point of tears. I wanted to comfort her but found myself unable to find the words, so I let her go, before falling back to the couch, the inner battles in my head overwhelming me.

I must have dozed off soon after that, for I found myself waking up 2 hours later. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned before stretching my muscles. I enjoyed about a minute of ignorant bliss before the day’s events hit me. Amy staying over, the kiss, her confession, everything.

Placing my hands on my head, I groaned. Who do you blame in this situation? Somehow, I don’t think it can be put on either one of us. I want to be able to help her, like she helped me, but….how I am supposed to sleep with someone who’s like a daughter to me?

Hang on; can I even call her that? I mean, most fathers don’t usually have fantasies involving their daughters, do they? And I’m pretty sure I’m not into incest. Or am I?

Jesus Christ, so many questions! And not one of them has an answer. Not even one!

Slapping the back of my head, I decided to go to the kitchen. It was there, drinking a glass of iced water, that I remembered how Amy had helped me before.

Was it even possible for it to work twice? No harm in trying.

Not wanting to give myself a chance of backing out, I sat cross-legged on the floor, and closing my eyes, focused on my slow breathing. In…out. Thinking of nothing else. I did that for as long as I could, before opening my eyes and letting the thoughts come to me.

Amy staring at me.

Kyra at the swings, Jeanne taking photos.

Sarah laughing at my joke.

How Amy was like a daughter to me.

Was.

Not ‘is’. ‘Was’.

Which surely means that I don’t now, right?

It was 13-year-old Amy that was like a daughter to me, and the simple truth is that the woman staying at my house tonight is not her. After she tried to kiss me during her first visit, I could no longer think of her in that way. 

Maybe I wouldn’t be saying this if she had been in my life constantly, but she wasn’t. Try as I could, I couldn’t even picture her as a 13-year-old anymore. I just saw her as she is now, a beautiful, witty young woman and all that I need now was the courage to go up and tell her that.

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Standing outside her door, I found myself hesitating. Last minute doubts tried to force me back, but pushing it aside, I knocked on the door. I waited until I heard her reply, and walked in. Amy was standing by the edge of the bed, trying to hide her emotions through a blank face.

“What’s wrong?”, she asked with concern, even after everything, still caring about me. That, more than anything else, made me sure I was doing the right thing.

“Nothing, I just realised that… you were right” I replied, walking up to her.

Amy looked right into my eyes, dark blue into pale grey, and in a shaky voice, asked “About…w-what?”
Placing a hand on her lower back, I gently pulled her towards me and brushed her upper lip with my finger. Amy shuddered in my hold, and before she could say anything else, I moved forward and kissed her.

Her eyes widened in shock, before she moaned in my mouth and started kissing me back. This time, however, it was me that started parting her lips with my tongue, and with her permission, started venturing its depths. Amy was literally shaking in my hands, and withdrawing my tongue back, I gently tugged at her bottom lip while running my hand up her back, before pulling back, saying “About that”.

Brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, as her whole body shivered with the contact, I waited for her reply. She started at me with a hard look in her eyes, a look that made me think I had gone too far and that I was going to get slapped for it, but before I could begin to apologise, she literally tackled me. The momentum forced me back, as she kissed me ferociously. As my back hit the wall, my hands went down and grabbing her ass, pushed her higher up my body. Amy got the idea and wrapped her legs around my waist, the whole time kissing me with so much force, I couldn’t help but think of nothing else.

Locked in our vertical embrace, I didn’t notice the bed in my way, and as the back of my knees connected with it, I fell back on the mattress, Amy sprawling on top of me. I found that gently biting her bottom lip made her even more enthusiastic, and abused it for all I could, until finally, she broke away to breathe.

Both of us were gasping like mad, and my heart was beating so hard that it was actually hurting me slightly. I hadn’t felt passion like this for a while, and combining that with Amy’s exuberance, it was like an old man who had been deaf all his life suddenly listening to… dubstep. Wearing headphones. At full volume. And the effect was good.

“Hell, Amy, I never felt anything like that for a long time” I sighed, with content.

She looked down at me, saying “It’s your own damn fault, we could have done this two months ago… but no, you had to make me wait.”

Grabbing her, I spun around, and moved so that we were lying lengthwise along the bed, me on top of her.

“Two months, eh? I guess I have to make it worth your while” I replied, and kissed her lips, before slowly moving down. Gently brushing my lips along her neck, enjoying her soft moans, I moved at a very slow pace, wanting to tease her. I placed kisses along the collarbone, while slowly moving her tank top up her body. Amy saw my intentions and pushed herself, lifting her arms to allow me to pull it away from her, revealing a dark-blue bra that I quickly unstrapped before tossing it aside. And it was then I finally had the answer to a question I had been wondering about since I first saw her. Definitely not fake.

Her breasts were perfect, I’m guessing a B size, but it stuck firmly out of her body, and it’s firmness… I gently placed my hands over them, and rubbing the nipples with my thumb, squeezed slightly, and hell, did it feel incredible!

Amy whimpered as I played with her nipples, tugging them slightly and watching how they stuck out. I was fascinated by her breasts and couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. Grabbing her, I rolled her over so she was on top of me and aligned myself with her left nipple. Seeing the anticipation on her face, I did everything I could to prolong the inevitable, rubbing my hands along her back while brushing her nipples with my lips. I don’t even know why, but seeing Amy frustrated was a huge turn-on for me.

But of course, the human resolve can only be held to a limit, and when she literally tries to force the breast on my mouth, I guessed I had delayed it by enough, and gently licked her nipple. Amy shifted suddenly under my grasp, and continued to move while I attacked her nipple with my tongue. I gently bit her nipples a few times, before I latched onto a nipple and began to suck.

She must be an incredibly sensitive there, for she gave a great moan of pleasure before grabbing my head and pushed it further into her breast. For me, her nipple tasted just like any other part of the skin but the knowledge of what it was doing to her was giving me more satisfaction that I ever thought I could feel without physically wanking.

As this point, she pulled my head up to her and kissed me, forcing our tongues into a savage duel. I was feeling every part of her I could reach, before pushing me down, whispering “Please…”

I didn’t have to wait long to understand what she was asking me to do. As I kissed down her navel, the scent of her arousal caught my attention and with curiosity, I moved down and slowly removed her pyjama bottoms and panties, before freezing with surprise. 

To say that she was ‘wet’ is a huge understatement, she was absolutely drenched. Jesus, this girl was horny. Tracing a line through her slit, I brushed her swollen lips, and heard her hiss with pleasure.

It’s been a long time since I last did this, but some things you don’t forget. Lowering my face to her pussy, I gently blew into it, teasing her, before running my tongue down her slit in one sweep, making her jerk violently. The taste of her juices was something that I could get used to, having an underlying sweetness to it, but I was still unsure about it, and so taking things very slow at first, gently laving her outer lips with my saliva, enjoying making her squirm as I hovered my thumb over her clit, brushing it slightly every now and then. 

Amy’s increased moans turned me on even more, and when I finally couldn’t resist anymore and there was a chance of her physically hurting me in her frustration, I stuck my tongue and started licking every inch of her pussy, using the sounds she made to judge her sensitive spots. I avoided her clit, wanting to see if I could make her cum without using that, and so spent most of my time searching with my tongue, diving deep into her depths. Surprisingly, I found that the taste did get better and better the more I tasted it, and figured it was an acquired taste that can be picked up very quickly.

I worked her for as long as I could, and every now and then, she would jerk slightly with what I thought to be mini-orgasms until inevitably, I felt her moans increase in volume and pitch, her legs starting to tremble and her entire body starting to lock up. Knowing how close she was, I placed my mouth over her cunt and mercilessly attacked her clit, flicking my tongue against it rapidly.

Amy jerked up and gave a loud cry as her orgasm finally hit, as my mouth flooded with her juices. I did everything I could to sustain her orgasm for as long as possible, until finally, she collapsed back on the bed, and I drew back. Moving so I was lying next to her to her, I drew her in and embraced her while she got her breath back.

Gradually, she stopped shaking in my arms, and found enough strength to say, “That was…unexpected. I never expected for you to be that good.”

“Ah well, Jeanne was pretty wild in bed, and she pretty much gave me… very informative lessons about how to be better in bed.”

Amy fell silent, running a finger down my chest as if lost in thought. Nervous, but trying to hide it, I asked, “So what now?”

“I don’t want to leave halfway. I want to see this through to the end.”

“Are you a- well, have you had sex before?” I asked hesitantly, knowing how some girls get offended by the question.

“Once or twice, but they were pretty forgettable. But with you…”

I smiled, as Amy straddled me and grabbed my dick, the sudden contact causing me to moan. As she aligned the head with her cunt, I said, “Last chance, are you sure you want to do this?”

She gave a wry smile, and taking a deep breath, started pushing herself down. I felt the resistance build and build until suddenly, the head of my dick popped inside her. Amy hissed at the way it was stretching her cunt, a reaction that was shared by me, as she was very tight.

She looked so uncomfortable that I lifted myself up to pull away, but she forcefully pushed me back down.

“Amy, I-“

“Just hold me for a while, please?”

Sighing, I held her against me; my arms wrapped around her as she gradually became more comfortable. As she forced herself down a bit further, her nipples were brought within range of my mouth and so, wanting to help her, I gently started to flick them with my tongue, at the same time, my right hand moving to rub her clit, the combination quickly bringing her to another orgasm, and her newly-lubricated cunt finally allowed my dick to fully sink into her.

We both groaned as we felt the head of my dick colliding with her cervix, and it took all strength to stay still, so Amy can adjust. Of course, the warmth and feel made that job near impossible and it seemed that my dick was getting harder every second, but as Amy’s lips found mine, all that seemed irrelevant. Surprisingly, I found this to be more than just sex, but… 

Amy slowly started moving up and down, and every other thought in my head just vanished. I just sat back and enjoyed the sensations it caused. Her pace slowly increased, never lifting herself than a few centimetres. I pushed myself up and locking my arms around her waist, slowly started lifting her higher.
Amy gave up and just allowed me to do it as she writhed in my arms. Her moans and whimpers only increased my desire to make her cum, and so, I altered the angle I was penetrating her every so often, watching her reactions, waiting for…

Amy suddenly wailed and her entire body shook as my cock brushed her G-spot, and abandoning all restraint, I flipped her over, gave her a quick kiss and pounded my dick into her.

I kind of lost focus then, the only things I could see was her face and eyes, as she started into me. The only thing I could hear was her screams of pleasure. The only thing we both knew was the feelings, and by god, was it good.

When I felt the pressure building up, I altered my angle so my dick was constantly rubbing against her clit, working her slowly, and when I felt the tell-tale signs of her orgasm coming, I moved to her lips and pulling my cock out to the head, paused. As she stared at me with confusion, I rammed my dull length into her, kissing her so that she moaned in my mouth as her orgasm hit. The pulsing of her cunt was too much for me, and I found myself cumming right after her, filing her with my warm fluid. As we both come down from our orgasm, I fell away from her, causing a pop as my dick left her warm hole. Panting with exhaustion, sweat covering my body, I managed to force out the words, “We’re going to need a shower.”

“It can wait”, Amy replied with a smile, before lying on top of me, her head on my chest. As her breathing deepened, I wrapped my arms around her, feeling happier than I have for a while, before I fell into the arms of sleep too.

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Amy spent the whole week in my house, as she was on holiday while I had a week off, so maybe fate/destiny/giant guy in the clouds was looking out for me and maybe someday, I’ll find the strength to write about what happened during that week.

But for now, I found myself at the end, having taken her to the local station, and waiting with her for the train. During our many discussions, we had agreed that she would stay with me during her holidays from now on, and that she could visit me any time she likes. Having the excess money from being a CEO, and despite her many objections, I finally convinced her to allow me to make a monthly deposit in her bank, as I figured it would be more use to her, especially with rent. We also talked about our relationship, and we weren’t dating, just caring and helping each other out mentally, physically and sexually. The kind of relationship that would be considered unwise in most cases, but with us, seems perfect.

As we heard the train coming, Amy gave me a very passionate kiss before she pulled away, saying “My next break is in two months, and trust me, look forward to it. I’ll have a few surprises for you”.

Knowing it would drive me mad if I pondered on it too long, I simply replied, “Good to know, I’ll see you then, and who knows, maybe I’ll have a few surprises as well.”

A final hug and meeting of lips, then she got on the train. A final wave as the train began to depart and then, she was gone. For now.

As I walked back to my car, I took my phone out and considered whether I should take the risk, if this was fair on her. For all I know, this could all blow up in my face if she doesn’t understand my relationship with Amy, but that’s the thing. We can’t tell the future. The only way to know is to take a leap of faith. 

Dialling her number, I waited till I heard Sarah say, “Hi, David.”

“Hey, are you busy?” I asked. 

“Not really, in fact quite bored. Why?”

“Well, I was just wondering… I wanted to ask…if you would like to go get a cup of coffee.”

A long pause.

“Sure I’ll love to.”

2 Slutty Sisters Part Two – Being Daddy

I woke up early the next afternoon to my phone buzzing from a new text message. I remembered the events of last night in a dizzying flash and I quickly swiped into my phone, eager to find out which of my two little sluts it was from. The message was from Rachel: “Daddy’s leaving in an hour, if you come over I promise I’ll be a good girl for you <3<3<3” I smiled and sent back “I’m your daddy tonight you little bitch, and if you aren’t as good as you’re promising I’m gonna show you how daddy treats a cocktease.” After a shower and some eggs I noticed that she’d texted me back “mmmm Drew you can do anything you want to me… I’m so wet… see you soon daddy ;)” My cock was sore from having jerked off twice more after I’d gotten home this morning – frantically flipping back and forth between the pictures of Rachel and Claire, imagining myself with them, in every hole, imagining them with each other – but Rachel’s last message was all it took for me to get fully, achingly erect as I was doing the dishes. It was going to be a fun day.

I pulled up at their house as the afternoon was turning into the evening. It was a rather sorry looking two story in a neighborhood that had seen better days but hadn’t fully gone off the rails – I supposed that owning a hotdog place didn’t really take you far in a city like Chicago. I knocked on the door and it only took a couple seconds for Rachel to fling it open, and she was truly a sight: tight black t-shirt cut off just below her tits, her flat belly curving down to meet a pair of black shorts that hugged her round ass and ended just above where they probably should have, exposing the bottom of her soft, plump butt cheeks. I didn’t have long to admire the view though as she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside and wrapped her arms around me, getting onto her tiptoes to meet my mouth, our tongues sliding over one another, my hands grabbing and kneading her butt through the soft cotton of her shorts while she pressed her body tightly against mine. Even after a minute Rachel seemed unwilling to stop kissing me, hungrily shoving her tongue into my mouth, grinding against me even more intensely as my hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts to find she wasn’t wearing underwear, reaching down to roughly grip her soft buttcheeks as she moaned, finally relaxing her stance to rest her head against my chest. 

“Mmmm Drew… I’ve been so wet all day… I can’t believe how good you fucked me last night!” she said, looking up at me happily. I roughly grabbed a fistful of her short hair and moved her head up so she had to stand slightly on her tiptoes, a gasp of surprised pain quickly followed by a low throaty moan of pleasure escaped her in quick succession. “It’s ‘Daddy’ tonight Rachel, don’t make me remind you again.” I told her sternly. Rachel smiled, her breathing deep and ragged, “Ohh… I’m sorry Daddy I forgot…” and as she started to press her hips against me, practically humping my leg, she added “I promise I won’t forget again… I promise I’ll be a good girl for you…” I released her hair and cupped her cheek in my hand, “That’s it baby, I knew you’d be good.” 

For the first time I looked the house, and noticed that in front of me was a staircase leading up to the second floor, and to my right there was a wide opening into a cluttered living room with an old tv and a couple shabby chairs and a large couch… and Claire was sitting on it seemingly looking at her phone, clearly able to see and hear everything that had been going on. I was caught completely off guard by her presence – I couldn’t believe that Rachel had been willing to talk so dirty, to be so explicitly sexual, in front of her younger sister. Claire had obviously been watching us, and when our eyes met she gave me a small, shy smile. Rachel must have noticed my surprised look because she turned to see what I was looking at and gave a frustrated snarl “Ugh, Claire I told you to go to your fucking room!” Claire pointedly ignored her and Rachel turned back to me, “Don’t worry about her, she’s seen me have boys over and she won’t tell. She just hangs around cuz she’s jealous she’s not pretty enough to get any boys.” Rachel said a little too loudly, probably to make sure that her sister heard. That got an eyeroll out of Claire and she sunk deeper into the couch, embarrassed or upset at her sister’s remarks. “I’m going to go pee, then I’ll show you my room Daddy!” Rachel exclaimed, and trotted past her sister deeper into the house. 

Claire and I looked at each other for a moment after Rachel had left. She looked so young and innocent, she wore a white blouse and a knee length skirt with bright flowers on it and her brown hair hung behind her in braided pigtails, I couldn’t believe that this little girl was the same one who I’d seen with two fingers buried in her little cunt on my phone last night. I walked over and sat in front of her on the coffee table, “I liked the text you sent me last night Claire,” I told her. Her cheeks reddened becomingly and a pleased smile broke out on her face, “I almost couldn’t send it… I didn’t think there was any way you’d be interested… that you’d think I was silly…” she whispered, and she lifted her eyes to mine and gave me an intense look and added forcefully, “But I had to try! I had to let you know how I felt… I know you’re going to fuck my sister, but… Drew I want you to fuck me too! She always gets the boys! Even the one time I had a boy over, she ended up taking him to her room!” She had been talking faster and faster, and by the end of her fervently whispered tirade her eyes began filling up with tears. I shook my head, trying to process what this lithe little girl was telling me. “That’s horrible Claire.” I started, truthfully offended on Claire’s behalf, but also turned on at the imagine of Rachel seducing her sister’s young boyfriend, “You’re right, I am going to fuck Rachel today, but you are one sexy little girl, and I’m going to be thinking of you the whole time, and I promise that I’m going to take you up on your offer at the first opportunity!” Claire gave a delighted smile and looked over my shoulder, checking for her sister’s return. “Thanks Drew! Real quick before she comes back, do you want a closer look at me than I could give you on my phone?” Without waiting for an answer she put her legs up on the edge of the couch, pulling her skirt down so it was at mid thigh, revealing her bald pussy, her puffy lips slightly parted and glistening as the late afternoon light shone through the thin fabric of her skirt. I couldn’t help myself with such a sight only a foot away, and I reached between her legs, palm up, and placed my middle finger at the entrance to her young cunt. Claire gave a low coo and closer her eyes as I slid it just barely inside, feeling the intense heat and tightness of her little hole and then I slowly moved it up to brush her small nub, lightly circling it, which elicited a soft little whimper. 

At a sound behind me Claire snapped her legs shut and quickly shifted them under her just before Rachel came in, eying Claire. “What do you think you’re still doing here? Do you think he wants to talk to you? I’m the one he came here to see!” When Claire didn’t answer Rachel slid into my lap, put her arms around my neck, and started talking to me like her sister wasn’t even there. “You know what I think Daddy? I think she’s jealous, I think she’s got a little crush on you, and she’s trying to get some revenge on me.” She gave me a wicked smile, “Last time she brought a boy over I ran into him in the hallway wearing just my underwear, totally accidentally of course, and he couldn’t stop staring at my boobs. Claire doesn’t have any boobs, she looks like she’s eight, so I took pity on the poor boy and I asked if he wanted to touch them.” Rachel laughed at that, adding, “He came back to my room and I let him suck on them and then I had to return the favor so I sucked him off.” She gave me a wide, innocent look. “Claire was really upset about it but I told her that I couldn’t help it if her boyfriend wanted a woman like me instead of a stupid little girl! He thought I was way sexier, just like you Daddy!” Claire had listened to this silently, tears falling onto her cheeks as her sister’s monologue continued, and at the end she let out a sob and leapt off the couch and ran up the stairs, the sound of a door slamming followed soon after.

Rachel watched her sister leave and laughed as she got up from my lap. She put her hands on her hips and smiled, “Sorry about that Daddy! I got us some beers too, now that I’ve got that little brat out..” I interrupted her gloating with a quick, firm slap to her face. Her surprised look was priceless, tears immediately filled her wide eyes, her mouth was agape, “Drew what are…” she began which I interrupted with another slap. “It’s Daddy tonight you little bitch, and you just lost any chance you had of talking yourself out of this!” I snarled, standing up and grabbing her teen body and sitting down on the couch. I pulled her down with me over my lap, and she was still too surprised or too small to put up much resistance against me. My left hand pressed against her back to keep her from trying to push herself up while my right swiftly slid her her shorts down to her knees, exposing her bare teen bottom. Rachel was breathing with deep gasps, her thighs were already wet with her juices, I smiled, knowing I’d been exactly right about how far this little teen whore would let me go. As she lightly, unconvincingly, struggled against my firm grip she managed to whimper, “Nooo… no Daddy please I’m sorry I forgot again… please don’t…” and it was then that I brought the palm of my hand firmly on to her soft cheek, the pale skin immediately blushing pink, her yowl of pain quickly becoming a gasp as I spanked her other cheek. “I can’t believe you did that to your sister!” I growled at her, “A big sister is supposed to look out for her little sister! You’re supposed to be taking care of her, making sure she feels good and safe, not being a greedy little whore and fucking her boyfriend and rubbing her nose in it!” I continued to lay into her ass, enjoying the feeling of my rough hand smacking against her soft flesh, her squeals of pain, and her increasingly incoherent pleading and sobbing. “Daaaaaady…!!””she wailed, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m such a slut daddy… I couldn’t help it pleeeeaaase…” I ignored her and continued holding her tightly down, slapping her ass over and over again, her cheeks now a deep red, her pussy peeking out between her thighs and seemed to be pouring out a stream of fluid, soaking my lap. 

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and saw that Claire was standing at the top of the stairs, her face avidly focused on us, her mouth open. We made eye contact and she gave me a lusty, wolfish smile, and slowly lifted her skirt, exposing her bald little puss, and brought her other hand down and made a show of touching herself while she watched me abuse her big sister. Without taking my eyes off of the show Claire was putting on I said loudly, “You like that don’t you, you dirty little slut?” As Claire’s smile widened and she nodded her head emphatically, Rachel moaned into the couch, “Oh yes Daddy I like it when you hit me… I like it when you tell me I’ve been bad… please, please, please let me show you I’m good… I’ll do whatever you want… let me show you I’m sorry Daddy please…?” At this point the combination of watching Claire masturbate while I spanked her slutty teen sister had me almost ready to just blow in my pants, so when she started scooting herself backwards so that her face was over my lap, I allowed it, “Alright baby,” I told her as she started unzipping my pants, “Show Daddy you’ll be a good girl now.” As she finished undoing my pants my cock practically leapt out, it felt bigger and harder than it ever had before as she quickly wrapped her soft hand around the base and leaned down, running her tongue back and forth along the underside before taking my head into her mouth. I groaned at the sensation of her warm wet mouth sliding onto me and I grabbed her ass hard, my fingers reaching for her tight teen pussy, and finding it open and wet I immediately shoved two fingers deeply inside. She gasped around my hard-on as my fingers entered her, and then moaned deeply as the tight walls of her cunt spasmodically tightened, squeezing my fingers hard. I mercilessly fucked her pussy with my fingers as she continued to pant and gasp with my cock in her mouth, her juices getting all over my hand, my other hand gripped her hair tightly and forced her head farther down my cock, she gagged loudly as the head pushed into the tight constriction of her throat. I held her head there for a moment, watching Claire as she slid down onto the floor, frigging herself with increasing speed. I lifted Rachel’s head up and she took in a deep, gasping breath of air while I placed my slickened thumb over her asshole and slowly pressed it inside. Rachel immediately jerked as if electrocuted and gave a high, loud groan, her pussy and asshole squeezing my digits like a vice, her body shaking, “That’s right you naughty slut, all your holes are mine now.” I told her sternly. “Uh… uhhhh…” she grunted as pushed my thumb in past the blistering hot resistance of her asshole. I looked up and little Claire was now lying on her side at the top of the stair, watching us through half closed eyes, fingers buried under her skirt, body writhing, mouth gaping. “Uhhhhhh….. Daaaaaaadddyyyy…. Aaaahhhhh!!” Rachel moaned, and began frenziedly sucking on my cock again, the renewed stimulation (and the sight of her little sister’s ectasy) was enough to immediately put me over the edge, and I let out a long, loud groan as the first rope of cum shot deep into Rachel’s throat, as the muscles of her sphincter contracted brutally around my thumb with the strength of her own climax, as Claire shook and jerked on the carpet of the second floor, watching her big sister and I, her hot little cunt stretching around the fingers she’d shoved inside. And as my cum continued to fill Rachel’s throat, quickly overcoming her ability to swallow and leaking out the sides of her mouth, the three of us shared this moment that just seemed to stretch on in an endless wave of potent, blinding pleasure.

I must have lost myself in the intensity of my orgasm, because the next thing I was conscious of was sitting there feeling extremely satisfied, Rachel smiling, eyes closed on my lap, my depleted cock resting on her cheek, cum drooling out of it onto her face, and Claire nowhere to be seen, the hallway upstairs empty. I smiled down at Rachel, “I can’t believe we didn’t even get to the fucking, baby. You’re such a sexy little thing.” Rachel beamed but kept her eyes closed, “Mmmmm… I can’’t believe you made me cum like that with just your fingers, Daddy! That felt crazy! I almost think I need a nap now.” “Well then I better get you into bed!” I said as I gently slid my arms beneath her and lifted her up easily – despite her ample breasts and plump ass she was still pretty small even for fifteen. Her eyes fluttered open with surprise, and then she laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck, nuzzling me sleepily as I carried her up the stairs. She directed me toward her bedroom, right next to Claire’s (her door was shut and some music was playing softly inside) and across from her dad’s bedroom and the bathroom. I lay her down in her bed and pulled the covers up over her, and she looked up at me with a sleepy pout, “Don’t you want to snuggle me Daddy? My other daddy’s not going to be home for another couple hours, and maybe if we have a little nap I could wake you up like a good girl.” I leaned down and cupped her cheek, my thumb wandering over her moist lips. “Well that’s an offer I can’t refuse baby, but I’m gonna take a shower first, I’ll be in in a few minutes, okay?” She smiled and nestled her head into the pillow, “Okay Daddy… come back soon… I can’t believe you made me cum like that…” she mumbled, seeming to already be mostly asleep. I patted her head and stoop up, tiptoeing out of the bedroom and softly closing the door. 

When I turned around I was surprised to see Claire standing in the hallway, so short her head barely came above my waist, looking up at me with bright eyes. “She always falls asleep like that after sex, but I’d never seen her do it just from finger stuff!” she whispered, and gave me a coy smile as she added “I heard you say you were taking a shower, do you need help cleaning up Daddy?”

2 Slutty Sisters Part One: Coffeshop Quickie

Introduction:

First of several parts recounting a sexual relationship I had with two young sisters. When I was twenty I moved to Chicago because my girlfriend at the time was moving there to attend Northwestern University. I got a job at a coffee shop in Evanston near her campus and although we broke up pretty soon after it was probably for the best, because this coffee shop was an excellent place to meet young women. The cafe was open until 3 am and it was the only place around that was open after 10pm that wasn’t a bar. As a result we got a lot of undergraduates who would hang out and study all night, as well as high school students who really didn’t have anywhere else to go, and who liked having a safe space to brush shoulders with the college kids. The owner knew her target demographic, and the place was a hip, kinda dirty place with dim lighting, loud music, and lots of big comfy couches – all in all a much cooler place to hang out than the Steak and Shake or Starbucks. 

I could tell a lot of sexy stories about this time in my life, but one of my favorites concerns the two young sisters, Claire and Rachel, whose father owned a restaurant down the block. This guy often had to be doing paperwork late into the night and so his daughters would accompany him and hang out at my cafe with hot cocoas or milk shakes while he worked. Rachel was a teen punk rocker: she would usually be wearing a rainbow of makeup, heavy boots, a short skirt, and t-shirts carefully torn to reveal glimpses of her well developed young body. Rachel would usually spend her time texting on her phone and listening to Pixies or David Bowie. Her younger sister Claire was slim and boyish in all the ways her sister was curvy. Claire was bookish, she had thick glasses and usually wore her long hair pulled back into a pony tail and rarely bothered to change out of her school’s uniform – a plaid skirt and white blouse. She would spend her time at the cafe getting ahead on her homework or with her nose in a novel decidedly more advanced than her curriculum. I developed quite a liking to these two girls, and when business was slow I would chat with Rachel about music or give her advice about boys, or help Claire with her math homework or recommend her books more challenging than her teachers were allowed to. 

Just before Rachel’s birthday her boyfriend broke up with her, and she was really broken up about it, so I decided I would gift her an old t-shirt of mine: a Talking Heads tour shirt I’d gotten years ago at a thrift store, that was getting a little too ragged for me to wear, but that I knew she was really fond of. They came in the next night and I had the present all ready. It was a slow spring night, so I was able to come right over to the couch they were sharing and I sat between them and put my arm around Rachel. “Hey kiddo, happy birthday.” I said and handed her the wrapped shirt. She seemed happy and astonished that I’d gotten her anything at all, and when she pulled apart the newspaper and saw what it was she let out a loud laugh and threw her arms around me and pulled herself onto my lap. “Oh Drew I can’t believe this!” she said against my neck, and the she surprised me by lifting her face to mine and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I could have perhaps just let all this go as a kind of adolescent overexcitement, but when she pulled her face back she gave me a decidedly adult, sexy smile and added “Well now I have to get you something.” And she kept her eyes on mine as she began to gently grind her butt against my lap. 

This had all happened very quickly, and it took me a second to process. At once I became aware that my hand had by reflex moved to her hip when she’d shifted into my lap and the skin of her thigh felt very, very soft through the thin fabric of her skirt. A nanosecond later I realized that there was nothing between her cute little teenage ass and my cock besides the denim of my jeans, and that my cock must have already been aware of this as it was rapidly becoming fully hard. I looked around quickly but the cafe’s only three other patrons were intently playing cards and wouldn’t even have been able to see what was going on, and then I noticed Claire sitting right next to me, giving off an exaggerated air of being involved with her book. I turned my head back to Rachel to say, well I don’t know what, because before I could open my mouth she leaned her head forward so that her lips were right next to my ear and whispered “Meet me in the girl’s bathroom in fifteen minutes,” her breath hot and moist in my ear, and with a last little grind of her tush she slid back over onto the couch and said loudly “Thanks a lot for the shirt Drew!” and put her headphones on. I stared at her for a moment, wanting to try and talk to her but she just smiled at me and closed her eyes and started bopping her head to her music. I turned and looked over at Claire who was still just sitting there with her nose in her book. “Hey Claire… uh..” I started to stammer, but she just pointedly turned away, refusing to acknowledge me. 

Confused and incredibly horny I slowly got up and went back behind the counter where my coworker Stephanie was doing her Sociology reading, and apparently hadn’t noticed anything. “Slow night, huh?” She said looking up as I came over. “Uh.. yeah. I guess I’m gonna do some prep for tomorrow” I responded dazedly. “Fuck the morning shift, man. What have they ever done for us?” She said with a smile, and went back to her textbook. I started to clean some of the shelves just so I wasn’t standing there like an idiot, while I tried to wrap my head around what had happened. Did all that really happen? What was going to happen next? I mean, I had certainly noticed that Rachel was a sexy little thing – she had big tits for her small 5’1” frame and she loved to show them off by wearing shirts and tank tops so small that her breasts seemed to strain against the fabric, which she’d also started cutting off to show off her flat midriff and new belly button piercing – and I’d inferred that she was sexually active from hints in the conversations I’d had with her; but maybe because she was always there with her little sister, or that I knew her dad, or just that she was so young, I’d never actually thought about fucking her… but boy was I thinking about it now. I was thinking about the feeling of her sharp hip bone in my palm and the heat of her ass on my cock as I’d held her in my lap, the feeling of her lips against my neck and my ear, that wetness of her lips against mine and that seductive look she’d given me afterward. I hadn’t realized it before, but this little girl was clearly a thirsty little whore. She knew exactly what kind of look to give me and just the right place to put her fat little ass cheeks. I started thinking about her sex life, fucking some jock in the closet at a party, or furtively sucking a boyfriend off in his car. I thought about how from hints she’s dropped she’s clearly bisexual, and I imagined her experimenting with her other little girlfriends, clumsily licking each other’s wet little pussies at a sleepover. My cock now felt like a hot iron rod painfully constricted by my pants, and I realized I’d been scrubbing the same few inches of metal for God knows how long. I looked at my watch and it’d been almost twenty minutes since I’d been sitting with the girls. I looked over at their couch and Claire was there alone looking at me, but when we made eye contact she quickly put her face in her book. Then I stopped thinking. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I said to Stephanie. “Have fun pooping,” she replied without looking up.

The cafe had two bathrooms that were out of the way in back by our storeroom, and each was just a single 8×8 room with a door that bolted. I walked back to the women’s, and softly knocked “Rachel?” I asked quietly. I heard the door bolt release and she opened the door, grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, locking the door behind her. “Look don’t say anything,” She said quickly. “I think your sexy and you’ve always been real nice to me and my sister and I can’t stop thinking about how bad I want you to fuck me.” She was still holding my hand and she pressed it tightly against her breast, my hand cupped it of its own accord and her eyes half closed for a second, her breathing was fast and ragged. “Whenever we’re here I think about what your cock looks like and tastes like and how it would feel inside me and how badly I want to be your little slut.” Her eyes were closed now as my hand continued to knead her breast, I could feel her hard nipple poking into my palm through her bra and tank top, while her other hand had reached under my shirt to touch my stomach and my chest. “When we go home I lie in bed and put my fingers in my pussy and my mouth and my butt and imagine you touching me all over and fucking me however you want to and calling me your dirty little whore and…” she had been talking faster and faster and I’d stopped listening and I moved my hand down her body and under her skirt where her thighs felt so soft and smooth against my rough hands. My other hand cupped her cheek and my thumb brushed against her full lips. She hungrily opened her mouth and sucked on it hard as my fingers followed the curve of her thigh, past the sparse hair on her mound and inside the intense heat and sopping wetness of her little teenage cunt. She let out a low moan around my thumb as I slowly pressed two fingers into her tight little hole, the muscles of her pussy clamping down on them hard. I removed my thumb from her mouth and grabbed her by her short hair and brought her face up to mine. Our tongues mindlessly writhed together as I pressed her against the bathroom wall with my body, her hands wildly scratching my back while one of mine clutched her head tightly and the other kept pressing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her. She began shaking, her breath coming out in hot gasps and she grew increasingly limp until I was basically holding her small body up as she came. I’d finally pushed my fingers as far as I could get them inside of her and the hot wet walls of her puss gripped them tightly in spasms, her cum feeling like it was dripping down from her onto the rest of my hand. 

I kept my fingers inside of her and lightly kissed her cheek and her neck while she slowly recovered her breath and her balance. When I noticed her breathing return to normal I stepped back, undid my belt, and let my pants drop to the floor. Her eyes cracked open at the sound and then fully widened as she looked at my cock, its length and girth clearly greater than the boys she’d been fucking. “You cum like a good little slut now let me see if you can suck like one.” I told her sternly, seating myself on the toilet. She gaped at me, clearly surprised by how quickly I’d adopted the degrading kind of language she’d fantasized about. She immediately got down on her knees in front of me and tightly gripped my penis, her hand barely able to wrap itself around it. She looked up at me with eyes full of a devouring kind lust and a vast need to please as she lowered her mouth onto my dick, and I gave a low moan as I felt the hot wetness of her mouth envelop my glans. My cock was too big or she was too inexperienced to try deepthroating me, but she used her hand to jerk on the half of my cock she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and her eyes never left mine as she bobbed her head up and down. “That’s a good girl Rachel. I’m so happy to have a little slut as filthy and disgusting as you.” I told her while cupping her cheek, our eyes still locked. She gave out a little moan and I could see her other hand go down between her legs, moving in time with her lips. “I knew you were a little whore baby,” I continued, “I knew you loved to suck cock… that you probably sucked on every boy at school that asked you to… show me what they make you do you little bitch.” She quickly stopped sucking me and took a few deep gasps of air, then licked down my shaft to my balls while slowly jerking and squeezing my cock. I had a feeling where she was heading and gave a light groan as her tongue flicked around my testicles and scooted myself slightly forward and leaned back, raising my foot to the toilet seat giving her access to my ass. She didn’t hesitate and leaned forward, pausing for a second to run her tongue up and down my taint before pushing her face between my cheeks and licking my asshole. I gave a longer groan, unable to believe this hot little teen was such a dirty girl… and that she was so fucking horny for me. As she pressed her tongue directly against my sphincter, forcing it into my butt I gasped, the feeling was just incredibly filthy and utterly erotic. I knew I couldn’t last long with this kind of stimulation so I grabbed her hair and pulled her head away. 

We were both gasping for breath now, and when we looked at each other there was no doubt about what was going to happen next. We moved as one, me getting off the toilet and positioning myself between her legs as she lay back on the dirty bathroom floor, wrapping her arms tightly around my shoulders. As soon as my cock found her hot slick little hole I shoved it inside, getting three quarters of its seven and a half inch length into her cunt with that first savage stroke. Rachel let out a gasp and started shaking, and the walls of her pussy began spasming with an intense pressure, squeezing my cock. I could already feel the tension of my own orgasm building in my thighs, and I lost myself in the storm of electricity gathering in my loins, pulling out of her only slightly before ramming my cock the rest of the way in, repeating the motion savagely again and again, pressing her down into the floor as she moaned and gasped and shook beneath me. I was unable to think about anything but the feeling of Rachel’s soft little body under mine, the grip of her teenage cunt on my cock, her hyperventilating gasps in my ear. It only could have lasted a minute or two before I began spurting inside of that little slut, seemingly endless ropes of cum shooting deep into her womb as she writhed beneath me, fingers clawing my back, legs squeezing me tightly to her as the orgasm that had started when I entered her had never seemed to stop, just kept rolling over her in waves as I came in her, until finally I was done and we just lay there, sweating, taking deep breaths, my cock still inside her, exhausted.

We relaxed for a moment like that in the afterglow of our orgasms, before I slid myself out of her and shakily stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. I studied her as I struggled to level my breathing and pulled my pants up: she lay on the bathroom floor, her skirt was up around her waist exposing her plump pussy, its shaved lips shiny with our juices, her eyes closed and her lips were slightly parted in a broad, satisfied smile. She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling even wider. “Jesus Christ, Drew… I think that was the hardest I’ve cum in my whole fucking life!” I grinned back, “Glad to hear it Rach. I was about to apologize for cumming so fast – I don’t think I’ve cum that fast since my first time!” She giggled, standing up and straightening her skirt, “I’d love to hear about that sometime, maybe while I’m sucking you off?” “Fuck you’re a dirty little bitch.” I said, pulling her to me. She flashed me a wicked smile, then wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body against mine. “I have some cleaning up to do, and I think you better get back to work.” Her makeup was smeared over her face, leftover drool from the blowjob and rimming still clung to her chin, she looked like a little slut who’d been used hard, and I already couldn’t wait to do it again. We kissed, her tongue and mine sliding against one another, my hands running over her smooth curves, before I reluctantly pulled away, gave her another smile, and left the bathroom.

I was relieved to see there wasn’t a line of girls waiting to use the restroom when I stepped out – it had all happened so fast that I was only now wrapping my head around the fact that I’d just fucked a teenager, in a public place, in the coffee shop I worked in no less. Someone could have seen me walk into the wrong restroom, and I really wasn’t sure how loud we’d been since I’d been so wrapped up in the moment so I was feeling pretty scared. There was a second when I walked back out onto the floor where I fully expected someone to be glowering at me, or angrily striding towards me, but a scan of the room revealed that everyone appeared to be where I left them: three regulars playing cards in the corner, Stephanie reading her textbook at the bar, and when I looked over at Claire her face was completely buried in her book. With a relieved sigh I walked over and stood next to Stephanie, “Slow night, huh?” I said lamely. She glanced up at me, “Not for your bowels though, right? You missed six teenie boppers who all ordered milk shakes.” She gave me a toothy smile, and added “I think they would’ve much rather had you make them, you big stud.” I laughed as I went back to my sidework – this was the usual banter between Steph and I. I’d gotten away with it after all.

A few minutes later Rachel came out of the bathroom and rejoined her sister looking like nothing had ever happened. The next half hour went normally, making coffee drinks and milkshakes, doing dishes. When I checked in on Rachel and Claire, Rachel just said “Thanks again for the shirt Drew, it was really sweet.” and Claire seemed even quieter than normal curled up in the corner, but I noticed she was watching me closely with her big green eyes. They left shortly after. Instead of giving them a bill I’d just dropped off a little doodle I’d drawn in the down time with a lame “happy birthday!” written on it, and when I was bussing the table I noticed that at the bottom Rachel had written her phone number with a few x’s and o’s. I smiled and put it in my pocket, unable to keep visions of her kneeling on the bathroom floor, my fat dick in her little mouth, from entering my head. Just thinking about it immediately got me hard again.

Fortunately this wasn’t a problem for long as business quickly picked up, and soon my thoughts were completely wrapped up in the mundane mechanical tasks of working a busy night at a cafe: steaming milk, waiting tables, flirting with customers, talking shit with employees, and drinking tons of coffee. After we’d closed I was hanging out at a booth, smoking a cigarette and counting down the drawer when I pulled out my phone and Rachel’s number and sent her a brief, but very dirty, text. A few minutes later, so soon that I hadn’t even finished the cigarette, I got a text back. It said “The shirt looks great on me! ;)” and was accompanied by a pic Rachel had taken of herself in the mirror wearing my shirt… and nothing else. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, the large shirt pulled up over her hips, her legs spread exposing her young pussy completely to the lens, and it looked like she’d been masturbating as her shaved lips were swollen and wet, parting slightly around her protruding little clit. I gaped for a second before quickly coming to my senses and shoving my phone into my pocket, glad the booth’s table was hiding my body’s reaction. 

For the next hour or so I hung out with a few of my coworkers for the nightly ritual of gossip, flirting, and smoking in the closed cafe before everyone started trickling out, calling it a night. When I got into my car I pulled out my phone and brought Rachel’s picture back up and took my cock out and began slowly stroking myself in the deserted parking lot, thinking about the slutty things she’d said to me, the way her mouth felt on my cock, how ready and wet her cunt looked in the picture. It was then that I got another text, from a new number. Confused about who’d be texting me at four in the morning I pulled it up. The text said “I think it looks way better on me :(“ and it was accompanied by a picture of little Claire, wearing nothing but the shirt I’d given Rachel, in the almost the exact same position her sister had been, except that her feet were up on the bed and she had two fingers inside her bare little cunt, the lust and pleasure in her expression looking startingly, erotically, incongruous with her young face. I just stared at the picture for a minute taking in all the details, wrapping my head around what I was seeing, until I realized that my hand was still wrapped around my cock, and it felt as hard as a steel beam. I started stroking myself again, staring at her face, her skinny frame, and finally her little pussy, tightly wrapped around her small fingers, muttering, without thinking about the words “Fuck Claire you hot little bitch… I’m going to shove my cock into your tight little pussy… I’m gonna make you scream you little brat… ohhh Fuuuuuuuck” as I came, sending spurts of cum onto the floor of my car. I sat there, catching my breath, my cock and my hand covered in cum, my eyes unable to leave my phone, and started thinking about what I was going to do.