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Maria knocks on her mom’s door and gets a lot more than she bargained for from the knock.

POV: Maria.

I went up to the front door and opened it. “I wonder what mom is doing,” I said, walking towards the living room.

I peeked in there. ‘On the laptop again, she has been in love that lately,’ I thought before I strolled in there with her. “How was your night without me, Mom?” I pondered, sitting next to her.

“Fine, Maria, I did miss you,” she replied before she smooched my cheek. “How are Wade and Tracy? Are the sparks still flying for them?”

“Yes,” I answered, leaning back. “I’m happy for them, but I’m the third wheel. No one wants to be the third wheel, so at times I just want to escape. They thought leaving was rude as if we were all having a great time. After a couple of hours, I just said ‘Fuck it.’ and left. So, did you have a night alone with your laptop here?”

She slowly nodded, but didn’t look at me.

“What’s wrong, Mom? You seem a little tense,” I pointed out, rubbing her leg.

She closed her eyes and wiped her head for a few seconds. I had no idea what was wrong, but I waited for her to respond.

“Um, I was just in the middle of something, that’s all.”

“What?”

She stayed silent for a moment, and I couldn’t help, but to peek down at the computer screen. ‘Do I see a hidden page for Pornhub over there? Was she watching porn before I came in the door?’ I thought before my eyes went up. ‘Now she is biting her bottom lip too. I think she was watching porn, she seems to be a little on edge, but I’m an adult now, wouldn’t she just tell me? She has also been spending a lot of time at Lil’s place too; I wonder if that has something to do with this.’

“It is nothing, sweetheart, could I have a little time alone before we get to talking again. Before we know it, like 2 hours have gone by and, well, you know what I mean?”

“Okay, Mom,” I said before I pecked her cheek. “I can give you time alone if you need it,” I mentioned, getting off the couch. “Wait, does this have anything to do with Lil and her husband, whatever his name is? You’ve been over there a lot, so is everything okay with them? Are you just trying to deal with that right now?”

She covered her face with both hands and rubbed it for a moment. I still had no real answer, but then I bit my bottom lip. I feared something, but the unknown element just seemed to make it worse.

“Maria,” she said, glancing at me. “First of all, his name is Chase, and he is your godfather, just as I’m Rose’s godmother, so you should know his name. If I have anything I need to talk to you about, I will. You are the best daughter I could dream of, but this just isn’t something I think I can talk to you about right now. Do you catch my drift?”

‘Yes, you don’t want to speak to me about your porn addiction, that’s all,’ I thought before I waved. “See you later then; I think I’ll head back to Wade’s place. I just thought maybe we could have some mother/daughter time, that’s all. You know me, I’d never try to make you feel bad, I’m just being honest. I’ve also noticed that when you are here, you seem preoccupied, so something is going on, but you’ll tell me when you are ready, right?”

She put the laptop on her side and calmly rose up. She closed the gap between us and hugged me. I hugged her back as neither of us uttered a word, but it didn’t matter. After a moment, we just let go of each other.

She smooched my forehead once. “Fine, your old mom was watching porn.”

“No kidding?” I giggled.

“Yes, I just don’t have anyone to be with, you know what I mean?”

“Mom, you certainly don’t have to justify yourself to me, you are human, just like me. We all need to get ourselves off now and then, but I understand completely, you don’t want to talk to your daughter about that kind of thing.”

“Well, I just love you literally more than anyone else on earth, so I owed you an explanation. Are you saying that you watch porn too, babe?”

 “Yes, Mom, I can’t get myself off while watching Wade and Tracy anymore, they said it was creepy,” I chuckled. “So, I have my laptop too, and I’m a frequent visitor of Girlsway.”

Her head went back, and her eyebrows rose up too. “That’s lesbian porn, Maria.”

“Are you surprised? I know we’ve never talked about it before, but I do consider myself bisexual. You know, sometimes just seeing women get together, it just drives me wild,” I confessed, bringing my hands up. “Guys can’t always do it for me, in real life or on a computer screen, you know what I mean? Just on that website, they know how to capture everything and make me crave more perfectly. I’ve just never been with a woman, but I know I like them, and do have a credit card. I do not deny it, I just know it.”

“Okay then, Maria. That news to me, but already then. Maybe we do need to talk sometime then. Just get together and pick each other’s brains.”

I nodded, but backed away. “Maybe, but I’ll let you get back to your masturbation session, Mom. I certainly wouldn’t want to get in the way of you getting yourself off.”

“Well, thank you, I guess,” she responded, breaking eye contact. “I’ll go to my room, and give myself a little privacy. Or I can stay out here, but I don’t think you’d want to see me do that though.”

“Probably not, but I’ll go take a shower now. Maybe I’ll play with my pussy in there too, mother like daughter. We’re both horny and need to take care of business now and then,” I explained before I nodded.

We both stood there for a moment, as I smiled, but she couldn’t and calmly peeked at her laptop again. I swallowed and lazily made my way back out of the living room. I rubbed my face for a moment and began strolling to the bathroom.

“Damn, Mom, you don’t need to make watching porn weird. You told me not to lie to you several times growing up, so don’t be a hypocrite,” I mumbled, going in there.

I stripped myself and turned on the water. “Well, I guess we have never talked about porn before, so I wonder what my mom was watching. I would think it was something tasteful, high-quality shit that is worth rubbing your cherry for indeed. Too bad I let the door make noise, I might have caught her watching it and then I’d know,” I said before a pause. “On the other hand, I probably shouldn’t see her pleasuring herself. A taboo concept, but maybe too hot for comfort though,” I pointed out, washing my hair.

I kept her on my mind for twenty minutes as I took my shower. The whole thing wouldn’t leave my mind and seemed to be humorous. Not like ha ha funny, but something to enjoy in my mind anyway.

After that, I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I dried myself off and grabbed my clothes too. I covered up my boobs and crotch with the towel and voyaged out into the hallway. I peeked at the living room, but saw the light was off.

I looked at her bedroom door. “Oh, I guess she did want some more privacy,” I mentioned before I halted. “I can see that she must have been really embarrassed. I’m only your daughter, Mom; I wouldn’t judge you just as you would absolutely return the favor. You didn’t judge me when I just admitted that I think of myself as bisexual, it is what it is, nothing more and nothing less,” I explained before I headed to my room.

I went in and shut the door. Then I dropped the towel and lied down on my bed. I closed my eyes and smirked too. I felt happy and just ready to please myself. I wasted no time to bring my right hand to my twat.

“On the other hand, my mom is quite a beauty. I know I’m biased, but damn. Even in just that tank top and gym shorts, she seems like a supermodel. I’ve never licked a pussy before, but I’d lick hers if she asked me. I know that is incest, but I love her dearly.”

I licked my lips and covered myself with the blanket. I nonchalantly let my hand rub my lips back and forth for a moment. Whether I wanted to or not, I kept my mom on my mind. Not that I thought of her sexually, but the idea seemed to intrigue me.

I just thought of her as the woman I knew: my mom that loved me, I cuddled with and went shopping with too. We had a tight relationship, so taking things to another level attracted me. I couldn’t help it, but to cheese and pleasure myself lazily.

“It is alright if you want to watch porn, Mom, it is nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Masturbation is widely common among adults, so you should have just been able to tell me that you were pleasuring yourself. Hell, you should have invited me to watch with you. We could both get naked and viewed it together, regardless of what kind of porn it was. A MILF with a younger guy, two guys fucking, or maybe even two lovely ladies getting together. What better way for a mother and daughter to bond?” I moaned before my fingers moved faster. “We could both let our tits and pussies out into the light and just have a mutual masturbation session, if you’d like, Mom.”

I still hadn’t pictured her nude, but I felt to be just one step away.

I stayed silent as I did my best to keep my mind at least somewhat clean, but then it went another direction. “Hey, Maria, would you like to strip and join me as I’m naked here? Maybe we could have sex,” she said in my mind.

I immediately opened my eyes. “Whoa, shit, that is too far, she is my mom. Crap, I’m sweating up a storm as I’m thinking of my mom, do I have a crush on her now? Me just saying it is different from really imagining it.”

I didn’t get an answer, but my mind illustrated it for me. I just bit down on my bottom lip and tried to comprehend what had just crossed my mind. I kept my eyes open for some time after that and felt my heart suddenly race.

“My pussy is wet, but I think it just might be for the wrong reasons, incest is wrong, isn’t it?” I questioned, breathing heavily. “Or could it be right solely because we’d make it quite consequential? Just a mother and daughter getting intimate?”

I made the bed quake a bit, and I just stayed silent for over five minutes. My hand only stayed on my twat, but it didn’t move. Despite that, my juice never stopped flowing out. Then I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes again.

After another moment, I covered my face with both hands. “Shit, I think I might like my mom.”

My eyes widened a bit, and I calmly rose up off the bed. There was no way I could get her off my mind, so I lazily made my way to the door. I slathered my lips nonstop as I grabbed onto the doorknob.

I slowly opened the door. “Mom opened her door, so she isn’t in there,” I pointed out before peeking towards the living room. “I wonder if she is masturbating now, I could see her and find out if I do have feelings for her,” I whispered before I nonchalantly began walking towards the living room.

It was only a twenty-foot walk, and with each step, I felt my cherry leak out just a little more. I did my best not to make the floor creak, and I found myself successful as I very slowly made it to the end of the hall.

“Oh, I never get tired of watching this,” she moaned.

“I think you are watching porn now, you dirty lady, Mom. You came back out here, and I just never knew you liked porn,” I muttered, prior to gradually poking my head into the living room. ‘Oh, jackpot, my mom has her right hand down her panties, and she has her tits out too. She is just in her green undergarments now and is smoking hot too,’ I thought, checking her out.

After only five seconds, I began rewashing my lips. ‘Yep, I like my mom. She is masturbating, and I certainly seem to like seeing her doing it. Crap, I don’t even know how to feel, my feelings mean I have an incestuous crush.’

“Fuck yes, get that pussy you sexy young thing,” she let out.

I couldn’t help, but to smile, and then my right hand came onto my snatch. I immediately began rubbing my lips back and forth rather swiftly, which made me shake again. My eyes went all over my mom, from her legs, her moving hand, her bosoms and her face.

‘Now, I’m just looking at her in a whole new light, and I’m naked out here while I pleasure myself too. Damn, Mom, I’m letting my juice out too. We can masturbate together, even if I’m hiding. I can’t even see what porn you are watching, but I’m sure it is hot. I’m so conflicted, I just found out I have the hots for her, but I should respect her privacy. Would she even think I’m a bitch for watching her? Damn, I have no idea.’

To no surprise, I maintained my position and kept playing with myself. I just went with it and tried to focus on the hot scene. My tongue attacked my lips, and my heart worked on busting out from my chest too.

“Oh, she is putting the laptop down, now I can see the screen. Wow, chick on chick, I didn’t know you were into that either. Fuck me, you are a puzzle, Mom,” I whispered, calmly coming out from behind the wall a little bit. ‘Mom, you are standing up, and now you are removing your underwear now. Do you want your daughter to see you naked?’

I had no idea if she wanted that or not, but then she sat back down and immediately began masturbating again. “Yes, Rose, I swear that you get sexier every time I see you.”

“Rose?” I muttered, leaning back. “Is she watching a porno with Rose in it? No way,” I objected, calmly glancing at the screen.

I squinted and tried to make out the two lovely ladies in the video. I soaked my lips again and even shoved my fingers up into my slit.

“Holy shit, that is Rose,” I said in a normal voice.

“Maria!” she yelled, turning her head to me.

I immediately twitched, and I felt like she cut my heartstrings. “I’m sorry, Mom,” I cried, looking down and covering my private areas. “I, I, I…”

“Maria, were you just watching me naked?”

I couldn’t answer her, but I peeked back at her to see that she failed to cover herself at all. She shot me daggers with her eyes though, so I knew she was pissed. I couldn’t force myself to move or speak, although, my figure jiggled around, but only because she shocked my nerves. I swallowed and breathed as heavily as I could. 

“Are you crying, Maria?”

“I’m sorry, Mom, but I think I like you,” I sobbed.

“You do?”

I nodded and calmly came from behind the wall. I had no idea just how she’d react exactly, but I just made the only move I could think to make. As I got right in front of her, our eyes met again, but we said nothing for over a moment.

I couldn’t resist the temptation; I had to examine her body as it was utterly visible. “Wow, Mom, you have a dazzling body.”

“Thanks, babe, did you really mean that you sexually attracted to me. You want to have sex?”

“I think so, Mom. Rose has a lesbian video?”

“Yes,” she laughed, placing her hands on her face. “I think I might have a strong crush too.”

“I had no idea,” I mentioned, sitting down with her laptop.

I put it on my lap and watched it.

“I take it you like it, babe?” she pondered, sitting next to me.

“Just a little bit,” I replied, failing to make eye contact.

I even let my right hand onto my pussy, and I began pleasuring myself as she just stayed next to me. I just seemed to forget my emotional troubles, and just enjoy the view.

“Fuck me, Mom, Rose is freaking scissoring with that MILF. Wow, both of you have sides of yourselves that I’ve never seen before. Shit, this is hot, I never saw Rose naked before, and she is quite enticing too,” I said before I looked at her. “How did you even know she had this out there?”

“I just came across it one night when I was horny,” she replied before a pause. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“What, Mom?”

“I had sex with her last night.”

My eyes widened, and I covered my face for a few seconds. “No kidding, you like girls then? You are bisexual too?”

She broke eye contact and blinked several times too. Again, she had me speechless and craving for her to speak.

“I guess so, and there is more. I kind of had a threeway with Lil too.”

“What?” I giggled, setting the laptop aside and turning my body to her. “Are you serious, Mom? Did you fuck a mother and daughter? Did they do stuff together? Are they an incestuous couple, even though Kate is married?”

“I don’t know, babe. This is just still very new to me, and now we’re both sitting here naked with porn playing. You just told me that you like me in that way, so give me a minute please.”

“Okay, Mom,” I muttered, leaning back.

I paused the video, and just let the silence take over the room all of a sudden. I couldn’t help, but to check out my mom’s body again. She didn’t cry, but covered her face and maintained her position for over ten minutes.

After those ten minutes, I placed my right hand on her back. “I love you, Mom, and I always will. As soon as I found out that you liked porn, it just transformed my whole view of you. I knew you are a woman that needed to get herself off at the back of my mind, but quickly I just got this view of you, and I just liked it.”

She calmly brought her head up and peeked at me. “No kidding, babe?”

“Yes, I just came back out here because I thought you might be masturbating and I had to find out if I did like you in that way. Within less than a minute, I got my answer, Mom. You are the best mom there is and quite ravishing too,” I explained before I glanced at her bosoms. “May I touch them, Mommy?”

She nodded and my from one second to the next, my hands came onto her boobs, and my mom metaphorically put a shit ton of quarters into my metaphorical coin slot.

“They are only hooters, Maria, control yourself.”

“I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, closing the gap. “May I kiss you, Maria?”

She licked her lips for a moment, but then she calmly brought them over towards my lips and pressed them together. We kissed each other not as mother and daughter, but as two loving ladies that were rather horny.

My hands stayed on her knockers, and I squeezed them just a little bit as her hands came down onto my legs. The incestuous sexual levels went up, and we both seemed to like it. I wasn’t sure if either of us were really willing to go all out, but we were going to find out.

After two minutes, her lips parted from mine. “That was hot, Maria,” she mentioned, bringing her palms to my boobs. “These are quite exquisite too, sexy daughter. They might be smaller, but they are perfect for you.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

“Your welcome.”

She nonchalantly got up, but kept her eyes on me. Her right hand came towards me, and I took it. She brought me up with her and let both of her hands onto my shoulders. She massaged them and just stared at me.

She did it as if I was just the woman of her dreams and she had me in the palm of her hand for over five minutes. Not a word dropped because nothing needed to be said. We both could have checked out one another’s bodies, but we just looked into each other’s eyes.

“Would you like to go to my bedroom with me, honey?” 

I nodded, and she put her hand out again. I took it, and she slowly turned to the entrance to the hallway. We both strolled right to her bedroom, and I couldn’t stop smiling to save my life. I could only imagine that our pussies were driving both of us, so all bets were off.

As we got in there, she brought me to the bed and had me sit down. She stood up, and we scanned each other’s bodies once again. Then her palms gently came down onto my legs, and her lips came back onto mine too.

After a one minute make out session, her lips drifted off mine, and she began making her way down towards my bosoms. She kissed her way down, but kept her eyes on mine. She left a string of kisses all over my rack over a moment.

Then her fingers from her right hand calmly made the trip onto my cherry. Suddenly, I slanted my head back and vibrated a bit too. She seemed to know what she was doing: pleasuring my lips going back and forth at the perfect speed.

I moaned a bit too, but I kept my position for the time being. She had my pussy leaking out a lot of juice, and she knew I loved it. After another moment, I peeked down at her again. She blew me a kiss with her other hand just before her mouth opened.

She grabbed my left boob and took my nipple into her mouth. My hands abruptly became fists, and I closed my eyes. I felt her suck on my nipple for a moment as I just loved the feeling. We hadn’t dived into the incest pool, but our midsections had definitely gone in there.

Feeling her tongue and lips on my nipple and fingers on my cherry was groundbreaking, but yet I knew, it was only the tip of the iceberg. I angled my head back up and saw her looking right at me again. Those eyes screamed everything in the best way possible.

‘Crap, I’m crying a bit now, I think she knows they are tears of love.’

I noticed a prominent spot on the bed, but she wasn’t about to stop her thrilling. After a couple more minutes, her fingers sought shelter inside my twat, and she sucked even more of my nipple into her mouth too.

I kept my arms down the entire time because I felt like she nearly paralyzed me. Her gratification was flawless, but that could have been traced back to the incest thing. I wasn’t sure, but after five minutes, her lips came off my nipple again.

As our eye contact never broke, she smooched her way down towards my pussy. Her fingers failed to drop from it, and she even began moving them a bit too. I moaned loudly and made the whole bed quake.

She lowered herself to my slit lips and looked right at me again. I saw the tears on her face too, but as she smiled right back at me. Then her fingers slipped out of my snatch, and she let them into her mouth.

My tongue slathered her lips as I viewed the lewd act she was performing. I cheesed as much as I could, and after two full minutes, she gradually came back up with me. We stayed still for another few seconds before she nonchalantly leaned onto me.

She kissed me, and we both went down. Our knockers clashed, and I wrapped my arms around her. She placed her hands on my thighs and kept her lips on mine for over ten minutes as we experienced some quality mother/daughter time.

We kissed nonstop and exchanged bodily fluids too. It was like dropping lighter fluid on a big fire, that it certainly made us love each other even more it seemed. With every passing move from our lips, I felt my heart loving her a bit more.

The sexual nirvana was perfect, and then she let her lips off mine and placed her right palm on my cheek. “You are stunning, Maria, now I’m going to make you feel good,” she let me know before she kissed me again.

I prepared myself for whatever she had planned, and as I knew what it was, I crawled back to the end of the bed. I rested my head on her pillow and opened my legs widely for her. She inserted a couple of fingers into her mouth again as she made her way towards me.

She wasted no time placing the tips of her fingers on my cunt. She caressed it as softly as possible, but yet, she had me twitching again. I had no idea we’d be doing this when I wandered into the hallway, but I was happy.

“I had some fun with Kate and Rose, and now I think we should have our own incestuous love, especially if you are interested in me, Maria. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Will you promise to love me still after this?”

“Yes, Mom.”

She lowered her head right to my cunt and let her tongue out. She gave my pussy a single lick and immediately jolted once. Her left hand came onto my thigh, and the other on the right over my pussy. I had no idea what all she did with Rose and Kate, but her tongue did the talking.

I placed my right hand on the back of her head and the other on my left tit. I gripped it a bit, and she had only licked my cherry a few times. The results were evident just how much I adored her the gratification.

We grinned at each other one more time before I felt her tongue slither right into my twat. I calmly had to slant my head back and close my eyes again. She wasted no time licking my pussy walls and making feel good.

I caressed her head as softly as I could, but her actions made me have to start scrubbing it after only a moment. I fought the urge to mutter all the sexual and loving things I wanted to spout off, but I bit my tongue and kept the intimacy perfect.

Even with my juice coming out, it served as no obstacle for her. She just kept licking my pussy as if she was a pro. I desired to look at her, but I couldn’t. She had me in the palm of her hand, just as I thought and she took advantage.

‘Oh, Mommy, this is wrong, incest is wrong, but it feels right as I feel you eat me out. I love you so much that I just can’t stop this. I want to tell how much I love it, but I think you already know.’

She failed to stop and express her feelings, but I swear I felt her tongue dive even deeper into my slit. She teased my clit and still made sure to massage my body with her hands. I knew she cast the incestuous spell, so I just stopped fighting it.

Then I forced myself to slant my body up and watch her. She looked right back at me again, even began moving her head back and forth swiftly. That stimulated my clit even more as I felt her touch down all over in even faster strokes.

“Did you learn that from watching Rose?”

She nodded and calmly brought her head up again. “If this is wrong, Maria, then I don’t want to be right. I want to explore these feelings with you, and unlike Kate, I’m not married. You were the one with the crush on me, remember?”

“Yes, but once something started to happen, it was just different.”

She leaned back to me and kissed me. “Does it feel different when I kiss you?”

“Yes, a little bit.”

“Do you have any plans tonight?”

“Yes, not to get dressed and stay naked with my mom,” I answered, placing my hands down onto her legs.

Suddenly, I had her shaking a bit, and making the bed vibrate a bit as well. A few seconds later, she brought her lips back to mine. Both of us put our hands on one another’s legs and caressed them for a couple of minutes.

Then we both began moving back, and both of us brought our hands over to each other’s tits too. Both of us grabbed onto them somewhat as we made out and stayed active for a couple more minutes. 

“Oh, you are sexy, Mom,” I complimented her before I let my lips part from hers.

I lied down, but spread out my legs. She calmly got over my pussy and let hers come onto mine. Then we both closed our legs and began grinding our private parts together. We kept eye contact again, and our mother/daughter intimacy went up even more.

Our juices combined just made the perfect combination and contaminated the sheets. She began moving a bit and let our pussies pleasure one another. Both of us moaned incessantly, but nothing could really be made out.

Both of us just tried to deal with the pleasure, and after every single moment went by, the wrong feelings just became more right. It just seemed that our act was so wrong, that it was right. Superiorly in the right way to make us melt for one another.

I had never sexually seen her until that day, but yet, I found myself thoroughly enjoying having sex with her. Feeling her naked body on mine was sensational, and just flat out sexually appealing as I thought of her not as my mom, but a sexy MILF.

I couldn’t help, but to eyeball her hooters as they shook around. Almost as if she was on a trampoline, and it was indeed an image for me to tattoo in my brain. She held onto my leg hard in efforts to keep herself up and kept the pleasure going.

“Am I better in bed than Rose?”

“Yes, in every way imaginable, my sweet and sexy daughter. You bring something to the table that Rose cannot: you are my real daughter. Incest can certainly be wonderful if used in the right way, Maria. I love you more than chocolate,” she explained before she leaned down to me. “And you know how much I love chocolate,” she reminded me before kissing me.

She continued to let our clits rub together, but then she lifted herself up somewhat and allowed her bosoms and dangle around right in front of me. Even just from a foot closer, the image made my lust for her soar.

“Go ahead, help yourself to mommy’s boobies, Maria. They won’t bite.”

Even as they kept moving somewhat, I managed to let my tongue out and then it got onto her left nipple every time it swung by it.

“Tastes like heaven, Mom.”

“I know, now keep quiet.”

“Then hold still, Mommy,” I requested, grabbing onto her melon. “I’m going to make you feel good now,” I informed her, prior to starting to lick her nipple.

‘I can’t see her, but I’m sure she is biting her bottom lip and breathing heavily too. I did see Rose enchanting that MILF’s nipple as well as her pussy too. She must have learned that from somewhere, but now I’m using on my mom. And Rose and Kate are hooking up? Holy shit that is a lot of information,’ I thought, flinging her nipple frequently.

I kept my tongue busy, but the emotional toll still went over me. Too much of a good thing could be bad, but there was no way either of us wanted to stop. I felt her shake the bed, which made her boob jiggle somewhat.

I didn’t let it break free from my grip, I just applied a little more pressure to it and made it stay still. Although, after another moment, I just let it go free and I moved right to her other tit. Even as it tasted the same, the thrill just grew.

I kissed it, licked it and of course sucked on it nicely as well. With each passing moan, she jiggled a little more. I couldn’t help, but to cheese as much as I could. I was pleasuring the woman I loved most in the world.

“Oh, babe, I had no idea you had experience in this area. Now I’m playing with my pussy as you gratify me with your tongue on my nipple.”

“Shut up, Mom, I’m your daughter and you supposed to show me special treatment when we’re having sex.”

“No,” she said, bringing herself back down. “I’ll treat you like the horny chick you are, and if I find myself unwilling to hold still or let words out, then you’ll have to deal with it,” she warned me, prior to pasting her lips back onto mine.

I encased my arms around her and let my palms on her butt. We made out again as if we were lovers and we got into the motion of feeling each other inside and out. I knew we both felt the sweet connections and was mostly due to us kissing, rather than the sexual things.

“Whatever you want, Mommy.”

“Even I want you to sleep with me tonight?”

“Sure, Mom.”

She smiled, kissed me once again and then she leaned off me. She helped me up and enveloped her arms around me again. I did the same for her, and we got extra close to each other.

“Just wait until you get knocked up, then your boobs will get as big as mine.”

“Good to know,” I said before I let my lips onto hers.

That time, we let our lips stay together for over twenty minutes. Our chemistry proved to be rock solid as it just felt normal to kiss each other like that by then. Feeling our naked bodies together was phenomenal, and we the finish line seemed far off still.

‘Damn, what a sexy MILF. Evidently, I think we both had things for each other, and now that couldn’t be more clear.’

After our long make-out session, she slowly parted her lips and just looked at me again. Nothing was said, but then she let go of me and lazily got off the bed. I watched her as she stood up and turned around.

I submerged my lips frequently as she peeked back at me and placed her hands on her pussy. I cheesed and slowly made my way over to her. She didn’t need words or any communication for me to figure out what she desired.

I crawled on the floor right to her and stayed on my knees. With her legs adequately spread out for me, I placed my right palm right onto her twat. She immediately moaned and plopped her hands on her bosoms too.

I scrubbed her cherry for a moment as we managed to keep looking at each other. We looked at each other as lustfully as possible as I charmed her so to speak. It was an easy task as we both had each other on our hooks.

Then I let my hand off her pussy, and I brought it to my mouth. While maintaining eye contact, my tongue came out, and I gave it a single long stroke from bottom to top. Just like with me, the sight of seeing one of us lick the other’s pussy juice caused us to rejoice.

 “That is steaming out, babe,” she let out, caressing her melons.

I blew her a kiss and slowly brought my tongue out again. Unlike her, I just let it slither right in between her pussy lips and placed my hands on each side of her snatch. I let my tongue go up and down on her clit somewhat, but I made sure just to tease it.

I looked at her the whole time and enjoyed the fireworks. She had her juice sailing out like a ship at sea. I kept my fingers right in place, but applied a little pressure to make the pleasure just a little bit better.

“Fuck yes, Maria, I like this, you sexy woman.”

I moved my head up and down, which made my tongue zoom so much faster. The results showed as she had to close her eyes and angle her head up.

‘Now she is even pinching her nipples, she likes this, but she likes me. She likes me a whole lot. If I can make her whole body move like a flag in the wind, then she obviously loves the intense pleasure I’m giving her. We could do anything together now, have sex, shower together, or maybe share someone.’

“I swear, I’ve never loved you than this moment, Maria, I’ll never stop loving you and will always support you in any way.”

I let my lips off her slit and let a couple of fingers up in there too. “I know that Mom, but the incest is just making you love me more. Now show that love by shutting the fuck up, I need to show you the love by making you feel good in silence,” I informed her, thrusting my fingers. “Do you understand?”

She lowered herself to me and kissed me. “Can we please try this together, babe? You know, being an incestuous couple?”

“Are you sure you aren’t just high on the incest?”

“Maybe, but it is with the perfect woman in the world. Not Rose or Kate, but my own daughter,” she mentioned, placing her hands on my butt. “I imagine what great sex we could have.”

“Okay, Mom, if that’s what you want.”

“Good,” she said before she smooched my cheek and rose back up.

I stuck my fingers up in there as far as I could and brought my lips back to it too. I allowed her lips into my mouth and sucked on them a little bit. I just got her to caress her boobs and my head on and off for over ten minutes.

She managed to keep her position, but of course, she had to twitch a bit as well. I couldn’t blame her, because the love and lust had taken over, so all of her defense seemed to shatter. Mine did the same as tears came out frequently.

“Your pussy is drenched, Mom.”

“All because of you, Maria. I owe everything to you because you are my pride and joy. I don’t need anyone or anything else, just you.”

“Is that why you love me so much?”

“Yes, now you shut up and thrill me.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I answered, dropping my hands. “Only for you,” I mentioned before I let my tongue back onto her pussy lips.

I instantly began licking those swollen lips frequently, and she had to bring her hands to my head. She grazed it ever so softly and looked right into my eyes. We looked directly at each other as I slathered her pussy lips at a medium speed.

With passing lick, I had shake just a little bit, and grab onto my hair too. My mom failed to hurt me, but the message was clear. Having her lovely daughter pleasure her did things to her, and it made her feel like a whole new woman.

I failed to suck her lips into my mouth; I just licked them for as long as I could. I knew my tongue would get tired, but I was going for all, rather than nothing. I also kept my hands down on the floor too, to better pace myself.

I did that, and as time went on, I gave longer and fuller licks. The outcome of that came sooner rather than later as only a minute after that; she began dispensing out her juice even more. All the juice I couldn’t drink just drifted down to my chin, and some also go onto my chest.

That alone made it so much hotter. I knew it was happening, but yet, I found myself surprised I just had to think about it. My mom’s whole persona was perfect, due to her being her, but being so sexual too.

Even as she kept her hands on my head, she still managed to shake her boobs around and give me quite a show to view. They were going up and down mostly, but did go back and forth a few times as well.

I felt her juice splashing down on my hands, and then I let my tongue inside her slit a little bit. It touched down on her clit and licked it as well. Although, again, I made sure not to push her too far, too fast.

“Fuck, Maria, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had watched some girl on girl porn too. Just maybe, you studied up a bit to learn how to please a woman in the past.”

“Yes,” I muttered while failing to stop my pleasuring. “I love your bush by the way.”

“So, you don’t think I should trim it?”

“Maybe when I find myself getting more hair than pussy, then you should trim it somewhat.”

“You want to keep eating my snatch for that long, sweetie?”

“Maybe, now shut your fucking mouth and let me open these lips even more,” I ordered her, letting fingers from each hand slither in there. “If we’re going to be an exclusive incestuous couple, you are going have to work on shutting your yap when we have sex, Mom.”

“I promise I’ll shut up, whatever keeps me you.”

I smiled and came up with her. “Don’t you love it when you listen, Mommy?” I pondered, wrapping my arms around her.

“I love it when you listen too, sexy young thing.”

“Good,” I said, taking her hand.

I escorted her back to the bed, and we both lied down. Although, I got onto my side facing away from her, and she helped herself to close the gap. Her boobs pressed onto my back, her lips pecked my neck several times and then her right hand made the trip over me and to my pussy.

“Oh, you are the sweetest and sexiest daughter on the planet. I might be biased because you are my daughter, but Rose is out of luck. You are #1 in my universe, simple as that.”

“Good to know, Mommy,” I muttered, pulling the blanket over us.

We cuddled together, but her hand never stopped moving. She caressed my pussy lips and continued to kiss my neck all over it. I smiled somewhat and enjoyed the intimacy again. I had to vibrate a bit as I also loved the feel of her fingers down there.

Just like before, my twat let out more of my juice, and we both moaned a bit too. I felt more than comfortable with my mom by then. I knew it was due to the incest, love, and lust of the whole thing, but I truly believed at that moment, it was meant to be.

Feeling her finger fuck was quite a life-affirming, to say the least, but when the giggles escaped her mouth, I felt tingles surge throughout my body. I nearly felt like taking off like a rocket, but I stayed put.

We held our positions for at least twenty minutes as not a word dropped from our mouths. The undeniable chemistry between us was rock solid, and I only wondered why we hadn’t started an incestuous relationship sooner.

“Do you like it when your mommy fingers you, Maria?”

“Yes, Mommy, I love it a lot.”

“Do you promise you’ll never stop loving me?”

“Yes, Mom,” I responded, breaking free from her grip and turning around. “I’ll always love you, Mommy. Whether we have a sexual relationship or not,” I informed her, bringing my right hand to her cherry.

“Good to know, sweetheart,” she said, closing the gap. “I am serious, Maria, I’d like us to start walking down this incestuous path together, would you like to walk with me?”

“Yes, but you are going to tell Kate?”

“Of course,” she replied, letting her eyebrows down. “I just scored with my hot daughter, I have to brag about that to someone, and she is already hooking up with her daughter. Who else can I gloat to, babe?”

“Okay, Mom,” I said before I leaned over and made her go down on her back. “Can we just cuddle for a little while longer before we have sex again?”

“Anything for you, sweetie,” she answered, wrapping her arms around me. “Let’s take baby steps here, we can push ourselves a bit more and pleasure each other even more in ways a mother and daughter just shouldn’t.” 

I laid my head on her chest, and we just enjoyed each other’s presence like never before that day. 

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Nina Dobrev & Phoebe Tonkin vacation in Sydney

“Phoebe, wake up!” Nina Dobrev yelled as she shook her sleeping friend, Phoebe Tonkin. “Wake the fuck up!”

“What!?” Phoebe yelled as she awoke.

“You aren’t going to believe what just happened,” she said with a huge smile on her face.

“Get to the point,” Phoebe responded as she sat up. Nina removed the towel that covered her body and revealed the black bikini she had been wearing. “Yeah, you’ve worn that all day,” she said, confused.

“No, look here,” Nina said as she pointed to a white stain over her right breast.

“So you had ice cream or something?” Phoebe asked.

“No dummy, I just had one of the best fuckings of my life on the beach,” Nina said while giggling.

“Bullshit!” her Aussie friend yelled out.

“It’s true, if you don’t believe me then taste it.”

“I’m not licking your tit! You’re lying and just want some action,” Phoebe sharply said.

Nina sighed and grabbed her friend’s head and brought it to her chest. Phoebe fought at first but was stuck in Nina’s grip. She sighed and opened her mouth, touching her tongue to the stain on Nina’s bikini top. Her eyes shot wide as the taste of ice cream was not on her tongue but instead, the taste of recently released semen. She backed up as Nina released her grip.

“You weren’t lying!” she yelled out. “How did it happen?”

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Around midnight, Nina and Phoebe sat on their respective towels near the ocean on the empty beach in Sydney, Australia. The girls had arrived to Phoebe’s home city around noon for a nice four-day vacation as their shows, “The Vampire Diaries” and “The Originals”, were taking a few weeks off from taping. They had been on the beach since around four o’clock, relaxing in the sun and talking. After six hours, Phoebe was ready to head back to the hotel room they shared.

“I don’t know about you Nina but I’m drained, I’m heading back to the hotel,” Phoebe said as she pulled a white tank top over her red bikini top.

“I’ll be there in a few, I’m gonna finish my beer and have a cigarette first,” Nina said as she pulled out her pack of Marlboros.

“Okay, see ya then.”

Phoebe grabbed her bag and towel and hurried off of the beach. Nina lit her cigarette and stared off into the ocean. She started packing her bag as she puffed away. She threw her tanktop and shorts in the bag, content with going back to the hotel only in her black string bikini.

“Hey there,” a deep, male Australian voice said from behind her, causing her to almost jump out of her skin. “Sorry to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” she said as she turned around and saw the man standing over her.

Nina’s eyes went from his long blond hair down to his body and she felt her heart racing. His body was very muscular, as seen through his tight yellow tank top. Her eyes continued down as she saw a large bulge in his tight shorts. To her mind, she thought that he had to have been a surfer unless he was just a fan of skin-tight clothes.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but could I bum one of those cigs from you?” he asked as he sat down on the towel next her.

“Sure,” she said with a smile as she handed a cigarette to him and lit it.

“So what leaves you alone on the beach here?” he asked. “I can tell from your accent that you’re from across the Pacific.”

“Yeah I live in the US but I was born in Canada,” she explained as she continued to stare into his eyes. “I’m here with my friend who’s from here but she left for the hotel already.”

“Ahh, the brunette that skipped away,” he said. “I’m Jonah.”

“Nina.”

“Such a pretty name,” he said. “How much longer do you plan to stay out here tonight?”

“Probably until I finish this beer,” she said as she picked it up and took a sip.

“How many of those do you have in you?” he asked.

“Just a few, maybe four or five today. I’m just a little buzzed,” she said with a giggle.

“Such a shame, I’d love to get to know you some,” he said as he put out the cigarette in the sand. “And I’m guessing you want to get to know me more too.”

“What…what makes you say that?” Nina asked nervously.

“Well, the fact that your eyes kept drifting down to my crotch every two seconds and you haven’t stopped smiling…you’re even licking your lips as I’m talking to you,” he said as he took the beer from her hand and put it down in the sand.

“I…I…I…” she stuttered, trying to hide the fact that he was right. She stopped talking as he brushed his hand against her shoulder.

“If you want, I can show it to you,” he said.

“Show me what?” she asked as she began to sweat.

Without answering, Jonah reached down and rolled the tight shorts down and exposing his rock hard seven inch cock. The moonlight shined bright above them, giving Nina a perfect look at it. She could only gasp as she saw the thick rod standing up tall just inches from her.

“Go ahead Nina, it’s yours to play with,” he said as leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Nina looked over at him and forced a small smile before slowly lowering herself down. She grasped onto his throbbing cock and started to slowly stroke it. As her mouth began to open, she felt his hand behind her back untying her bikini top. She looked down to see her top hit the sand. He softly rubbed her back as her mouth began to engulf his cock.

Nina slowly worked her tongue around the head of his cock as her lips closed tight around the middle of the shaft. She closed her eyes slid herself farther down until she felt the head hit the back of her throat, leaving about an inch and a half of his cock still free. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, giving him a small smile before allowing his rod to enter her throat. The young brunette was proud of herself as she felt his pubic hair press to her upper lip; his balls to her lower lip.

“Good girl,” Jonah said as he placed both hands on the back of her head and held her in place.

Nina had no difficulty holding his cock in her throat since she just now learned that she had no gag reflex. Her eyes remained pointed towards his face as her nose gasped for air. Jonah released his grip and she pulled herself free, taking a deep breath before going back to work on him. She wrapped both hands around the thick member and rapidly bobbed her head up and down while sucking hard. The only sounds in the Australian air this night was the slobbery sound of Nina blowing Jonah under the moonlight.

Jonah removed his tight tank top and was left naked as Nina blew him like a pro. He reached behind her and, like he did with her top, untied the string of her bikini bottom and pulled it away from her. He grabbed and squeezed at her perfectly round ass, smacking it every few seconds which cause a soft moan from the girl.

Slowly, Nina got on to her hands and knees without ever letting her tongue or lips lose contact with the slick skin of his member. Jonah stopped slapping her ass and let his hand slid between her cheeks. After teasing an anal insertion, his hand went further back until it touched the warm, moist lips of her pussy. He heard her giggle as his middle finger slipped between her lips and toyed with her opening. He was amazed at how wet, warm and ready she was to go. Waiting no more, he inserted is finger and slowly fucked her with it.

Nina pulled her mouth of his cock to take a deep breath and let out a high-pitched squeal. She reached up and rubbed his abs as she felt a second finger slide into her. Her other hand was busy furiously jerking his cock while her eyes were closed.

“You’re so tight,” he said in a quiet voice.

Without responding, the brunette actress winked at him before going back to work with her mouth. She deep-throated him once again as he reached under her and squeezed her perky breast. He could wait no longer as she pulled herself away and gasped for air again. Before she could press her lips to his cock again, he slid out from under her and stood up. He extended a hand and helped her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself up for a kiss.

“Turn around baby,” he whispered in her ear.

Nina quickly spun around and pressed her back to his chest. He grabbed hold of his cock and rubbed it against her ass hole as she turned her head and kissed him again. Jonah reached down and lifted her right leg into the air before pushing his cock against the slick opening of her cunt.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Now or never Jonah,” she responded before locking lips again.

Without breaking the kiss, he slowly slid his member into her waiting pussy. She sucked hard on his tongue as her vagina began to stretch around him. He lowered her down enough to allow his cock to disappear inside her. He grabbed onto her other leg, lifted her off the ground and took full control of her body. She made herself as light as possible as he bounced her up and down on himself.

“Oh god,” she whispered.

Nina allowed herself to be used as nothing more than a toy as he fucked her with ease. She kept her arm behind her, around his neck, as she felt the full force of his cock splitting her pussy in half. She had experienced cocks that matched his length before but never had one as thick as his inside her. The young woman had also never been fucked outside in a public area, even if nobody was around to disturb them. She was having the greatest sex of her life, something she never could have imagined when she boarded that plane at LAX.

Jonah continued to control Nina’s body over his cock for a few minutes until his arms grew tired. Softly, he placed her down on her hands and knees in the cool Sydney sand without ever letting his cock slip out of her slippery hole.

Nina rolled her shoulders back and arched her back as she felt Jonah’s hands clasp to her rounded ass. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as the sounds of his cock splashing around in her juices mixed with the sounds of the white waves running up the beach made her more aroused. With no build up at all, her eyes shot open and she held her breath while an amazing orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks.

Jonah slapped her ass several times as he felt the muscles in her cunt tighten around his throbbing cock. He could burst at any second but had amazing control, able to hold back as her orgasm made every attempt to milk him of his thick seed. He slowed his pace down for a few seconds as Nina’s head dropped to the sand and she started to flatten out.

After slowing to a stop, Jonah carefully grabbed Nina’s hips and turned her over until her back was in the sand. He lifted both of her legs up and quickly slid his cock back into her. He leaned forward until his head was over hers and passionately made love to her as she lifted her head up and reintroduced their lips together.

“Harder,” she whispered as their lips parted.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Fuck me harder or I’ll find someone else to,” she said with a cute, innocent smile.

Jonah pushed Nina’s legs back until they were almost at her ears and put as much power into his thrusts as humanly possible. She screamed in ecstasy as she felt his cock go further in than ever, something she did not think was possible. She reached up and tugged at his long blond hair and stared into his eyes.

“Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me,” she said while panting in heavy breath with each thrust.

“Inside?” he asked.

“No, anywhere but there,” she whispered back. “I’ll help you along,” she said quickly before groaning deeply.

Jonah knew immediately what she meant as he felt her vaginal muscles tugging at his cock once again. Her hands quivered before she lost grip of his hair and spread her arms wide to her side. Her eyes were closed while a big blissful smile came to her face. The visual, along with the feeling inside her, proved to be too much for the young Aussie to handle. He let her legs go and crawled over her head, pointing his cock at her mouth and letting his hand finish himself off.

“Here it comes, open wide,” he said through heavy breaths.

Nina happily moaned and let her mouth open wider. She felt the throbbing hot head of his cock press against her lower lip just in time for a large shot of semen miss her mouth completely and land across her cheek. The next shot missed and landed next to the first shot, causing Nina to close her lips around him and take the next few shots directly into her throat. She sucked hard, milking every last swimmer from his testicles. As the last drops fell, she opened her mouth and let a large amount of his white cream flow out of the corners of her mouth and fall to the sand.

Jonah sat down on the towel next to his lover of the night while she stared up at the moon, feeling his semen dripping down her cheeks. Her tongue slipped out and gathered some up, swallowing a small amount. Slowly she sat up and grabbed her bikini top, using it as a towel for her face. By the time she cleaned herself off, there was a giant white stain that almost covered the right breast of the bikini.

“That was fantastic Nina,” Jonah said as he started to dress.

“Fantastic doesn’t begin to describe that,” she said as she put the cum-stained bikini top over her sweat-covered breasts.

Nina tied her bikini bottom back onto her body and covered herself with a spare towel. They shared a quick kiss before Jonah asked for a pen and paper. She retrieved the items from her bag and watched as he wrote his phone number down. He folded the paper up and slid it into her bikini top before kissing her one last time.

“Call me if you want another go,” he said as he started towards the water. “I’m always ready for a girl like you!”

Nina watched him walk into the water and take a swim. She gathered her belongings and happily skipped off of the beach, eager to tell her friend of the adventure she experienced.

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Back in the hotel room, Phoebe was in shock as she heard of Nina’s rendezvous on the sand.

“So what are you thinking,” Nina asked as she pulled the phone number out of her top and placed it on the night stand.

Without saying anything, Phoebe pulled the covers off of her. Nina was confused as she did not say a word as she completely pushed the covers to the floor.

“Well?” she asked.

“Look down to see what I’m thinking,” Phoebe said.

Nina was confused and looked down at the bed, not knowing what she was looking for. Her eyes started to look up when she spotted exactly when Phoebe meant. She looked at the pair of white panties that her friend was wearing and noticed the giant wet spot that almost engulfed the entire thing. She could see the patch of dark hair very clearly through the soaked fabric.

As Nina’s eyes made their way up, ignoring the rock hard nipples fighting their way through the fabric of Phoebe’s t-shirt, she made eye contact with her friend. She started to open her mouth when Phoebe pressed her lips hard against her own. Before her mind could register what was happening, Nina pressed her tongue into her friend’s mouth and kissed her back.

Phoebe reached behind Nina’s back and untied the top, tearing it away and tossing it across the room. Nina grabbed at her t-shirt and pulled it up. They broke the kiss to allow the shirt to join the bikini top against the room door. Nina went for a kiss but Phoebe’s attention went to the set of perky breasts in front of her.

Nina leaned forward as Phoebe groped her left breast while pressing her lips to the right. She sucked hard on her nipple while moaning in ecstasy. Nina ran her hands through her friend’s flowing dark hair while her nipple was being abused.

“You like that?” Nina asked as she pulled her head closer.

“You bet your fucking twat,” she responded, temporarily pulling herself away. “Speaking of which,” she said as she roughly pulled the bikini bottom off and placed them to her side.

Phoebe gently pushed Nina onto her back and crawled between her legs. She could still smell the sexual juices on her cunt from her earlier adventures. She shoved her tongue deep into Nina as her nose rubbed against her throbbing clit.

Nina moaned as she felt herself getting very excited in her loins. Phoebe was taking no mercy on her, violently eating out her brunette sweetheart. She rocked her head around to give as much pleasure to her clit as she could. She kept her face locked to her pussy for a few minutes before she had a new idea.

Phoebe pulled her face away and spit a large loogie onto her clit. She spit on her cunt some more before she started smacking it. Nina’s mind was blown at the extreme pleasure she felt from having her soaking wet pussy slapped by Phoebe.

“More!” she yelled as she felt herself reaching her third orgasm of the night.

Phoebe obeyed her wishes and slapped her pussy faster, causing her hips to gyrate around. Nina’s hand clamped onto the sheets of the bed and she screamed out in extreme happiness. Her cum sprayed out onto Phoebe’s face as her third orgasm was stronger than the first two combined. She clamped her teeth together and moaned as her body convulsed violently.

“Oh baby,” Phoebe said as her face was covered in the potent liquid of her Canadian lover.

She crawled over Nina’s exhausted body and rested her own body down on her. Nina grabbed her by the hair and started to sensually lick her own juices off of Phoebe’s face. Both girls giggled as the exhausted girl’s tongue tickled the sensitive skin of her lover.

“Your turn,” Nina whispered while trying to catch her breath.

Phoebe rose to her hands and knees while Nina did the same behind her. Phoebe lowered her head to the bead and raised her backside up, giving her friend full control of her cunt. Nina crawled up behind her and began to kiss her taint softly. Her kisses went further down until she met her swampy pussy. Having never before made love to a woman, Nina was shocked at how wet, warm and sweet-smelling an aroused cunt was up close. She was ready to taste another woman for the first time.

Nina’s arousal was still as strong and she took no mercy on her friend. She darted her tongue into her pussy as far as possible. Her lips could not be locked any tighter to Phoebe’s pussy lips. Her finger was softly rubbing the red clit near her chin. Phoebe moaned and groaned loudly at the arousal.

“Oh my fucking god!” she yelled out.

Phoebe started pushing her crotch against Nina’s face, allowing more tongue into her cunt. Nina raised a hand and tugged on Phoebe’s tight ass cheek before giving it a few slaps.

“Spank the dirty girl,” Phoebe yelled out in encouragement.

Nina giggled as she slapped her ass over and over again. Phoebe continued to encourage her, enjoying every strike on her beautiful butt. Nina pulled her mouth away as she slapped both cheeks at the same time with both hands for a few seconds.

“Make me cum Nina!” Phoebe screamed. “I’m so fucking close!”

Nina sat up cross-legged behind Phoebe, took two fingers and violently shoved them into her pussy. As fast as she could, she finger fucked her Australian pal while her entire hand was being coated in thick, feminine juice. Phoebe thrusted her hips forward, arching her back against her head, which was resting on the bed. She was contorted in what looked like an uncomfortable position but she was too blinded by a magical orgasm to care. Nina pulled her hand away and again pressed her lips to the convulsing cunt, catching every drop of Phoebe’s cum on her tongue.

As Phoebe’s orgasm died down, the girls remained in position for several minutes. Nina’s tongue softly massaged the inside of her pussy lips, wanting to make sure she drank every bit of femininity she had in her. Phoebe’s neck began to hurt in the position she was in so she rolled over and lay flat on her back. While licking her lips, Nina crawled over to her and lay down next to her. The girls rested their head on the same pillow and exchanged several soft kisses.

“This has been the best night of my life,” Nina whispered as she grasped Phoebe’s left breast.

“Who was better, Jonah or me?” Phoebe asked as her left arm slid under Nina and pulled her closer.

“I’m not sure,” she responded, looking back at the nightstand where the folded up phone number of Jonah sat. She looked back at Phoebe and smiled. “Want to go to the beach again tomorrow night?”

Phoebe looked at the paper before looking back at Nina with a sexy smile.

To be continued…?

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Brad and Ann have worked together for years. They have gone on business trips together, but never to Austin, When Brad tries to slip away for his usual afternoon dip at Hippie Hollow, Ann is determined she is coming along. Their very professional relationship turns into something else. Join in the fun as they work out their midlife crises in a week of sexual abandon.

Business Trip Chapter 3

Copyright © 2024 by W. Richard St. James

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental

“YOU OKAY?” BRAD was still working on his ribs. Trying to eat them in a refined manner was taking forever. He’d gone through a few more beers in the process.

“I’m fine.”

“You ran off and then you were gone for a while. I thought maybe you were sick. From all the booze.”

“I had to pee, really badly. Then Sam took me into a back room and he fucked me. Up the ass. So it wouldn’t break the fucking rules.”

“Yeah, right.” Brad waved an empty bottle. He was getting hammered. Not that she was anyone to talk. He didn’t believe her. Maybe it was for the best. She wondered if she was still gaping, if she should give him a little peek at how she had been impaled.

“Tell you what. You can come back to the same room and we’ll do the same thing, if you don’t believe me.”

“Should have said that a few beers ago.”

What a lame fucking excuse. “Come dance with me at least.”

“You want me to dance? You must be really wasted.”

“Come on.” She tugged him out onto the dance floor. And he could dance, after all. Nothing fancy, but his rhythm was fine. Of course he was a musician. She kept herself in check this time and they danced with each other, letting her lead. “You’re not bad.”

“It takes a lot of booze. Want some dessert?”

She glanced at her watch. “Is that shop going to close?”

“At dawn.”

“Okay.”

“Another beer?” The bartender was still there. “Here’s your purse honey. I didn’t think you wanted it on the stool like that.”

“Oh thanks. I think we’re ready for dessert.”

“Sure thing.” He handed them the dessert menu.

“I’ll have the bourbon pecan pie. And coffee.”

“Ice cream?”

“No thanks.”

“Baileys?”

“No thanks.”

“And you honey?”

“I’ll have the chocolate martini.”

“Excellent choice.”

Brad was glaring at her.

“What?”

“I’m going to have to carry you home.”

“You’re a fine one to talk.” Her drink came, a huge martini glass filled with brown fluid and topped with whipped cream.

“Oh my God.” Brad started to laugh. “It’s like the tomato soup with gin sauce I got over in Germany one time. We were over there for a user meeting and somehow I wound up at a table with the Scots. They were the only ones I had trouble understanding, their accent was so thick. Anyway, we’d already had a couple of rounds of beer by the time the menu arrived. There was this soup, tomato soup with gin sauce, and I thought they boiled off the gin. But no, they poured it in at the end. It was like a huge hot Bloody Mary with the beer chaser.”

“It’s good. Want to try some?”

“No thanks.” He had already finished the pie. “Want to get going?” They paid up, splitting it. More than the meal limit, that was for sure. No more blowout dinners this week. Worth it though.

“Enjoy your meal?” the bartender asked as they were leaving.

“To the hilt.” Ann said, and she gave a little wink.

“I’m not going to make it to the hotel without peeing.” As soon as he stood up Brad realized how full his bladder was.

“This way.” Ann led him back to the restrooms. She was ready for another stop. Especially, if they were going to spend some time at the adult store. Her butt was sore. Had she done it some damage, pushing back harder and harder, until suddenly that huge cock had breached some inner barrier and vanished within her? No bleeding, that was a good sign. More cum still working its way out. God, she was a slut. Who was he? She pulled the card out of her skirt pocket and gave a little gasp. How many pretty girls had gone before her? Hundreds, maybe thousands. She might not even be the only one this evening. But he liked her enough to give her his card, to tell her where he was staying. He wanted to see her again. That had to be special. Very special.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” She grabbed Brad’s arm, dragged him down to the door of the privacy room. But it was locked. What would have happened if it had been locked before? “Oh, never mind. Let’s get going.”

To the adult store then, which was open, but almost empty. “Go look at the tapes. I want to look at the toys.” There was a get lost tone to that. Okay. Whatever. Brad was in no mood for a tape tonight, but who knew what tomorrow would bring? Might as well grab one. Anal Adventure. Yeah, that sounded like it would suit his mood. He went back to pay to find Ann holding a bag.

“What’d you get?”

“None of your beeswax.” She grabbed the tape and snorted. “Figures.”

So they went through their respective doors into their respective rooms, and Brad locked his side of the side door to make sure it stayed that way. He looked at the clock by the bed. It wasn’t all that late, He wasn’t all that sleepy. Okay, maybe he would watch some of the tape, maybe take his clothes off which he was going to do anyway to rinse off. He loaded the tape. It wasn’t even rewound properly, starting in the middle. Oh well, what did it matter? He wasn’t watching for the plot. And the dialog was mostly fuck me, fuck me harder, with a lot of moans. Trashy, even for a porn flick. Still, he was transfixed. A tiny white girl, taking a huge black cock. Up the ass, of course. Had Ann really done that, her flesh somehow stretching to that enormous width, her bowels somehow taking in that huge rod? He was playing with himself, not that it would do any good. He was way too drunk for that.

There was a knock on the side door. “What?” He went over to it. The fact that he was naked and at least semi aroused did not faze him as he cracked it open. “What?”

“I heard the tape playing. You were saying it was more fun to watch with company.”

Okay, maybe they’d just sit side by side and she could bring herself off. That wouldn’t be so far out of bounds. The fact that he was naked, that the part of her he could see through the half opened door was naked … well hadn’t they been naked on the beach? And they had watched each other? He probably could even lick her pussy and how different would that be from what his wife had done?

“Well, are you going to let me in or not?” She more or less shoved her way into the room.

“What the fuck?” She wasn’t completely naked after all. She was sporting a large strap-on dildo. A really large one.

“It’s a surprise. For you.”

“Oh. You want me to fuck you with that thing?”

“Other way around.” There was an ottoman in front of the easy chair. She pulled it over to the TV, draped the towel he had left on the chair over it. “Bend over this.” She looked at the tape, started to rub herself behind the harness for the dildo. Yes, it had been just like that, what she had seen in the mirror. Suddenly she knew she needed to do it again. Soon. “Let’s go back a bit. Okay, now you’re going to pretend you’re in the movie.”

“As the guy?”

“No, as the lady. What is she feeling as she gets it up the ass? As it enters her flesh.” She pressed the dildo against his little pucker and nothing happened. Damn, this wasn’t going to work after all. But he reached back to spread his cheeks and voila. Had he done this before? Not something she was going to ask, not right now. “As it plunges into her.” Just like it had with Sam, the thing stuck part way in. But he was reacting to it, gasping a little with each stroke. “Am I hurting you?”

“No. Go faster.”

With that, she pressed harder, until he gave a little yelp as her pelvis slammed into his butt. Damn him. She was going to fuck the shit out of the bastard. Every once in a while Evan would be like that, pounding into her as hard as he could. Not often enough for her taste. “Like that?”

“Go faster.” He was almost coming, strangely, from behind his balls. But not quite, not quite. He tried to reach underneath his belly to find his penis. Useless, squashed and shriveled.

“Don’t do that!” She gave him a slap on the butt to deter him, and he sighed in pleasure.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” She pulled his butt up so she could crouch over him, putting her full weight into each thrust. Not that it was much, probably half of what Sam had been able to use on her. She pulled out most of the way, and slammed back into him as hard as she could. Again, and again. God, what was the matter with him? This wasn’t fun any longer. Her arms were aching. Her pubic bone was getting bruised.

“Okay. That’s enough.”

Finally. She pulled out and went back to his sink to rinse things off. “Here.” She handed him a wet wash cloth. “Wipe yourself up.”

He frowned at how it came back with brown stains, and went over to the sink to rinse it.

“That was interesting. Like a whole body orgasm, and it lasted forever.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“You okay? You want something?”

“Dear heart, my butt is sore. My clit is chafed. I know you aren’t going to fuck me in my pussy because that would be breaking the fucking rules.”

“What about your tits?”

“What about them?” Useless things, except to show off some cleavage. Guys liked to stare at them, but that was about it. Maybe if she had a baby they’d be good for something.

“You never tried to come that way? Well, always a first time.” He urged her over to the bed, on her side, and began to play with her nipples. It had been a long time since anyone had paid her boobs that much attention. Back in high school, it had been a big deal, until she let Evan get at her pussy and that was the end of that. His mouth was on one breast, one hand on the other, the other hand running lightly up and down her spine. Her clit was twitching, as if it were being nibbled, but without irritating the chafing. And her spine was tingling, more and more, as his hand worked its way down to her butt. It touched her tail bone and she started to shiver. “Take your time,” he whispered. “Let it build.” The hand was below her tailbone, teasing.

“Please, please.”

“Please what? Do this?” He ran a finger gently around the puckered ring of muscle, and she came.

“That was different. Wow.”

“Under other circumstances I’d continue.” He didn’t have to explain what would happen next. “Not tonight.”

“I think I’ve had enough. This is more sex than I get in a month.” Ann stretched lazily. “Time to call it a night. Breakfast when?”

“Seven?”

She glanced at the clock. It was already after midnight. “Make it seven thirty.”

* * * * *

SEVEN THIRTY SHARP there was a knock on the side door. Brad opened it and there was the old Ann, meticulously coiffed, demurely dressed, very businesslike. She had put the genie back in the bottle, for the moment. Had she been like this all along? Hiding her wild side, at least at work?

“Just how do you think you come across, dear heart?” She was reading his look. “So very very upright, so respectable.”

“Creeping respectability. The curse of middle age.”

Middle age? No. Middle aged men had bald heads and beer bellies. Both of which Evan was starting to sport in his early thirties.

“I brought stuff for the lake. Figured we could go straight to work.” She opened a tote bag to show a cover up, a pair of water shoes.

“Can I use your bag?” He retrieved the tee shirt and jogging shorts he had dumped on the AC, the slip on sneakers beneath them on the floor, and dumped his sweaty slimy stuff on top of her nice clean cover up. “What?”

“Nothing.” Typical male. How long does it take to domesticate one of these slobs? Apparently twenty years is not enough.

One advantage of coming down later, the breakfast area was nearly empty. Still, they were a few minutes late getting to the office.

“Tough night?” Ned was looking at them with a twinkle in his eye.

“The night was fine,” Brad answered. “It’s the morning after the nice night that’s the problem.”

“Ain’t that the truth. What about you, honey?”

“Too many Zombie Revenges.”

“Yeah I heard you two went over to the Bayou.”

He’d heard? Someone from work had seen them there? Had seen her dancing?

“Hear you’re quite a dancer,” Ned added, and she was ready to look for a hole in the floor to crawl into. Well, hadn’t she announced that she was going off to Hippie Hollow? What was worse about being seen in the nightclub?

“College cheerleader.”

“Really? My daughter was a cheerleader in high school and she wanted to do it in college, but man oh man. If you were a cheerleader you were expected to help recruit. Know what I mean? And the coaches wanted you to audition.”

“Our school wasn’t that way. At least, not that I know of. Oh, hi Katie.”

“Hi Ann. Want to get some coffee?” That was her clue to escape. Brad could hear the two of them giggling before they had reached the elevator.

“So Brad ol’ buddy, tell me. Did I do you a favor? Did she actually go to the lake with you?”

“Yep.”

“Take her clothes off?”

“That’s what you do there.”

“With you there?”

“I parked her with a friend while I went swimming.”

“What’s she look like naked?”

“Skinny. Great abs. Boobs don’t need a bra. All over tan. She likes to sunbathe nude.”

“Really? Little lady’s got a wild side.”

“Definitely.”

“Nate said he was over at the Bayou. Said she was dressed like a hooker and dancing like a stripper.”

“Yep, she definitely was letting out her inner slut.”

“And you were a good little boy?” That was enough to provoke a blush. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“So tell me what happened.” Katie had steered Ann to the furthest corner of the cafeteria. They were leaning together, whispering. “Did you get him to fuck you?”

“I fucked him. Up the ass. With a strap-on.”

“You what? Oh the bastard, serves him right.”

“No he loved it. Wore me out.”

“Oh I bet his butt is sore.”

“So is mine.”

“What? He did fuck you, after all? Up the ass?”

“Not him.” Ann pulled the little card out her purse.

“Oh my God! Sam! I actually did it with him, a couple years ago. Not up the ass, though. No way in hell. I can’t believe you let him do that to you.”

“I asked him to.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Do tell.”

“Well, I was going in to Brad’s room to tell him I was ready for dinner.”

“You had his room key?”

“No, we were next door to each other. There was one of those side doors. The kind that locks from both sides. I told him to leave his side unlocked.” She saw the smirk on Katie’s face. “Well, after being together at the lake, there wasn’t that much point in modesty, was there?”

“He gets you rooms together like that?”

“Never. He even tries to make sure we’re on a different floor. But I moved mine.”

“Before you went to the lake.”

“Yesterday. The other one was too noisy. Right by the elevator.”

“And you just happened to move to the room next to his. With an inner door. You know what, Ann, you are one conniving little bitch.” Katie started to giggle.

“Really, I didn’t mean it like that.” Ann sighed. “Well anyway, I get the door cracked open a bit, and I realize he’s on the phone. With his wife.”

“Oh boy, I bet he had some explaining to do.”

“Well it seems she did also.”

“Ooh, this is getting really juicy. Do tell, do tell.”

“Well, the first thing I heard was him saying if it’s not a cock in your pussy it’s not breaking the rules.”

“He said that, to his wife?”

“He did. So I think that was in the back of my mind. Then he said don’t worry about Ann. She’s like a sister, a daughter.”

“He said that?”

“Yep. You know what Sam said, when I told him that?”

“What?”

“There’s such a thing as incest. He really helped me out. He’s the one who gave me the idea to buy the strap-on. At the adult store.”

“Sounds like you had quite a night.”

“Oh there’s more, lots more. Let’s just say I had more sex last night than I get in a month.”

“You really want to marry this guy, if he’s already such a dud?”

“I don’t know. I thought it was just the way things were. But you know what Brad told me? He and his wife have sex every night they’re together. After twenty years.”

“And he goes for a swim every afternoon.”

“You mean he might just be that systematic? No, I saw him in action yesterday. He has quite a sex drive.”

“Oh. Do tell, do tell.”

But Ann glanced at her watch. It was time to try to get some work done. They got up. As they got back into the elevator, she remembered the thing she really wanted to know. “Katie, did Sam give you a card like mine?”

“No. I’ve never heard of that happening. He must have really liked you.”

As the afternoon progressed it got more cloudy. By the time they got out of work there was a light drizzle. “I’m not going over to the lake,” Ann said. “Not in this.”

“Don’t want to get wet?” As far as Brad was concerned it was still swimming weather. Well into the nineties, no wind, no thunder. “Okay, what do you want to do then?”

“Just drop me off at the hotel. Give a call when you get back, or I’ll leave you a message if I’m doing something else for dinner.”

“Something else?” No answer to that one. In fact, Ann was very distant on the drive back. She took her stuff out of the trunk and went into the lobby. He hung around long enough to see her going to the front desk. What was up? Well, none of his beeswax, as she would say. He gave a little sigh, and set off to go back to the lake. There was a little sliver of blue in that direction. Maybe the sun would come out after all.

* * * * *

“THERE’S NO ONE by that name staying at the hotel.” The desk clerk was almost frosty, dismissing Ann.

“He gave me his card. He said he was staying here.”

“He gave you his card? Let me see. Just a minute. Where did you meet him?”

“At the Bayou. Last night.”

The clerk got on the phone. “Your name, honey?”

“Ann.”

“Ann. Says she met him at the Bayou last night. Look, you can ask her that question. He gave her a card. She showed it to me. Okay.” The clerk turned back to Ann, handed her a gold key card. “Use this to get up to the penthouse. They’ll be waiting for you.”

What am I getting myself into? She had visions of a huge orgy, Sam lolling naked by the penthouse pool surrounded by groupies. But when the door opened at the penthouse level there was an older woman in a black suit waiting to greet her. “Hello, I’m Rachel. And you are?”

“Ann. Ann Lindsen. You aren’t what I expected.”

“Well you aren’t either honey. You don’t look like his type at all. You two weren’t talking business over at the Bayou?”

“No. We were dancing and fucking. I wasn’t dressed like this.”

“Imagine not. Well, we do try to keep a handle on what ol’ Sam is up to. Not that there’s much hope of it. As long as you’re here you might as well fill out some paperwork. Save us the trying to track you down. Come on in.”

They went into what looked like a very ordinary office. “Since you’re here, you might as well give the answers to me and I’ll just get them directly into the computer. Is there an ‘e’ in your first name?”

“No.”

“L i n d e n?”

“With an s.”

“White? Obviously. Lutheran?”

“Good guess.”

“Married?”

“No.”

“Good choice, as far as I’m concerned. And your age?”

“Thirty-three.”

“Really.”

“I don’t think he had any idea I was that old. I wasn’t acting too mature last night.”

“Well honey, we all have nights like that. The girls we deal with have all had a night like that.”

“I guess.”

“So you had sex with Mr. Minton.”

“Yes.”

“What kind? Oral, vaginal, anal, other?”

What would other be? Ann remembered what Brad had done with her breasts and butt. “Just anal.”

“Honey, you are definitely an outlier. This happened where?”

“Over at the Bayou. In the privacy room.”

“Last night what time?”

“Maybe ten to ten thirty?”

“And the sex was consensual.”

“Yes.”

Rachel pushed a button and there was the sound of a printer. “Here hon, sign this. We try to get as many of these as possible, although it’s a hopeless task.”

Ann looked at the paper. It was a release. By now she was getting really, really depressed. Why hadn’t she just gone to the lake? The fucking sun was coming out and here she was. Chasing the fucking impossible.

“He did give me his card. He told me he was staying in the hotel.”

Rachel gave a little sigh. “Mr. Minton lives in the moment. He pays us to let him do that. Look, if I can get his attention, which I can’t promise, I’ll let him know you were here. You’re staying in the hotel? Okay. Till when?”

“Friday morning.”

“You coming back?”

“Maybe. This is the first time Brad let me come along to Austin. The way it’s going it may be the last.”

“I’ve got to tell you honey, Sam does not like complications. One and done, that’s the way he does it. You must have something, not sure I see it, if he gave you that card. But don’t get your hopes up. Maybe we can give you a little somethin’ to remember him by. Hey Marty, did the Bayou stuff from last night come in yet?”

“It’s up.”

“Okay, let’s see what we got here. There’s Sam. That you dancin’?” Rachel motioned Ann over to look at the computer screen.

“Yep.”

“I would never have guessed it. You’re flashing pussy there. Want that shot?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Okay let’s see what we’ve got from the back room.”

“What the fuck?”

“Honey, those mirrors are all one way. There are even cameras under the floor.”

“Damn.”

“Okay, we don’t want one with Sam’s face in it. Here, what about this?” It was what Ann had seen looking down at the reflective floor. His hand in her pussy, his cock in her ass. But at a little wider angle so part of her face was showing.

“That’d be good.”

“Okay then.” The printer whirred again and Rachel produced a piece of paper with the two photos on it. Not nice quality photo paper, but the images were sharp enough. She scrawled something under them – Bayou, 6/15/91 RAJ and stapled on a business card. “Your reward for giving us the release so nicely.

“You trust me?”

“I do. You’re as honest as they come.”

“One of my best friends called me a conniving little bitch this morning. And you know what, I deserved it.”

“For what?”

“For trying to seduce my other best friend, my mentor, the manager who believed in me, the one,” Ann paused, choking back tears, “who loves me like a sister, a daughter. I heard him say that to his wife. Well not the love part. He’s not going to tell his wife he loves me, is he? But we’re really good friends, we travel together a lot.”

“This him?” Rachel scrolled back a few frames. “Sitting next to you? Honey, I got to tell you, you two look like a couple of movie stars.”

“Oh, his wife is very pretty. And bright like him. All these years he’s never paid a bit of attention to me. Or anyone else. Then yesterday at the lake things started to get a little crazy and I was telling myself it was just fortune, good or bad, just something we had stumbled into. But then Katie, that’s my other best friend, pointed out that I had moved my room next to his the day before. Why did I do that?”

“Why did you do that?”

“I went to the front desk to complain about the elevator noise and they said they only had three rooms left open. One of them was also near the elevator, one way the hell on the other side of the hotel and up two floors. And that one. So I was thinking to myself how convenient, and I got one of those guilty thrill tingles, know what I mean?”

“In your pussy?”

“Yeah, that kind. And I said give me that one. And they did. And then we went to the lake, and we saw each other naked.”

“First time?”

“Definitely.”

“How did that go?”

“He said I put the skinny back in skinny dipping. I decided he needed some work on his abs, and his cock looked really small, but it’s just the kind that shrivels up. It’s pretty big once he gets going. Not like Sam, but pretty big.”

That provoked a chuckle from Marty, who had drifted closer and closer as the story had gone on. “Honey, sounds like you had yourself quite a night.”

“You could say that. How did you two wind up as Sam’s babysitters?”

“We run the business,” Rachel said. “But like you say, we spend a lot of time babysitting. Sam is like the goose that laid the golden egg. Everything we do depends on him. But keeping him doing it …. Your guy like that? He’s got that look.”

“No. Brad is very disciplined.”

“Oh. A boy scout?”

“That’s what I used to think.”

“What about you? You have a slutty side?”

“Not that I knew of. I guess I do.” Hard to deny, with the evidence of those images. “I guess I let the genie out of the bottle.”

“You gonna put it back in?”

“Not right away.”

“Well honey, let me give you some advice. What do you know about Sam? That he’s a smooth operator with a really big cock. With your looks you can find plenty of guys who match that de***********ion. So don’t waste your time pining away for something that’s not gonna happen. Same with your business guy.”

“I know a lot about Brad.”

“And there’s a lot you don’t know, I’m willing to bet.”

“I used to think he was really admirable, but dull as the day is long. Now I know he has a wild side, and a really high sex drive. Which he never lets out away from home. Well, he watches porn flicks. But that’s about it. Oh, and he flirts a lot and he goes to Hippie Hollow.”

“It’s all look but don’t touch?” That provoked a little giggle from Ann. “Well, honey, why are you here, mooning away at Sam?”

“Maybe she likes that big black cock,” Marty chuckled.

“You are such an asshole. What is it, ten years?”

“Twelve.”

“You’d think he grow up.”

“Because this morning he had hit the reset button. Maybe I had too. It was as if it had never happened.” She didn’t bother elaborating on what “it” was. “He was determined he was going to get his swim in, even if the weather was crappy. That was much more important than doing anything with me.”

“Did you offer him that choice?”

“What do you think? He can fuck me or whatever at his convenience, after the sun goes down. He needs to get in his fucking swim while it’s still daylight. Really, that’s the way he thinks. So I thought maybe I’d use the time to look up Sam.” She wasn’t going to tell them about the porn flick with the white girl and the black guy. Not that they weren’t all like that. The image Rachel had printed out for her had only reinforced her obsession.

“Even if there is a second time, honey, it won’t be the same. What you had was perfect. Take my advice and leave it at that.”

Sam walked into the office. He looked as if he’d been playing golf, of all things. “I need to get into that pool. With a few beers.” He realized there was a second lady. “Hello, I’m Sam.”

Ann took his huge sweaty hand. The one that had been buried in her pussy. “Ann. From last night.”

“Really? Well you sure do clean up nice, honey. Care for a little dip before dinner?”

This time Ann didn’t bother to say anything about getting a bathing suit. “Sure.”

She could sense Rachel’s eyes rolling as they went back out to the hallway. Sam pointed to a room with a lady symbol on it. “You can leave your clothes in there. Freshen up if you need to. Don’t worry, we’ve got this whole level to ourselves.”

She hurried to hang her work clothes in one of the lockers, to strain to purge herself so she wouldn’t be so messy this time, then to rinse off in the shower. When she went out the pool door, it was just as she had imagined. Except no groupies, just Sam and Rachel and Marty, the three of them naked, in long chairs positioned so that they were all in easy reach of the beer. Without that black suit hiding everything, Ann could see what a beauty Rachel had been once, still was, really. Long and narrow, but with big breasts, and a swelling butt that was a perfect counterpart to them. Her short dark hair, almost boyish, belied the sensuality of those breasts and butt cheeks. Marty had revealed a wiry body and a cock almost as large as Sam’s.

“Well, well, well. Come on over honey and we’ll get acquainted.”

“Rachel and I talked for a while.”

“Ain’t talkin’ about that way, honey. Maybe you and Rachel were thinkin’ about doin’ more than just talk?”

Well the thought had not occurred to Ann. Not with the business lady in the business suit. Now though it did not seem so improbable. Rachel pushed up to the back of the chair and spread her legs out to each side. She had thick, dark lower lips, the pucker beneath them almost black. More than just a heavy tan. What was she? Part black, Semitic, Indian, maybe Latino or Polynesian. Whatever she was, it was a look in complete contrast to Ann. What did she taste like? Musky, pungent, sour. Ann hardly knew what her own taste was. Once or twice a girl had plunged a tongue into her mouth that was coated with it, but by that time her taste was mingled with another. Rachel had a really big clit to go along with those thick lips. Almost like a little penis. “Suck it honey, just like a cock.” That was Marty behind her, giving her that advice, and, it seemed, something else, a big something else trying to work its way into a butt that was still sore from the night before.

“Try my pussy first.”

“Thought you didn’t want it in the pussy.” That was Sam.

“I realized that was Brad’s rule, not mine.”

“Well okay honey. Let’s try that pretty little pussy.”

Marty wasn’t as big as Sam. It was the right hole. It should have been easy, but it wasn’t.

“Try sittin’ on it honey.”

That meant she had to give up on Rachel, who sat on Marty’s face instead, the two ladies facing each other as Ann tried to impale herself. What about Sam? Was he going to fuck Rachel? No, he was heading behind Ann.

“Oh my God! You gotta be kidding.”

There wasn’t room. It was going to spit her apart. Be careful what you wish for. Was she going to live out a fantasy, or was it going to kill her?

“Isn’t this what you wanted, honey?” Rachel grabbed her shoulders and pushed her further onto Marty. Oh my God, there wasn’t enough room, and Sam was working his way into her other opening.

“Ever do this, honey?”

“With girls. Dildos weren’t this big though.” Oh my God, how could she be making more room? How could there be so much pressure, so much sensation?

“That’s it honey, just relax and enjoy the ride.” Sam pulled out and moved between the ladies. Oh my God, was it messy? But he was pressing his cock into Rachel’s mouth. Ann had seen that once on a porn tape one girl’s shit going into another girl’s mouth. Even her cheerleader sisters hadn’t come up with something as depraved as that. She couldn’t believe she was watching it happen right in front of her eyes, so close she could smell it, almost taste it. Then he went behind Rachel. What was he doing? The same thing he’d done to Ann. So what was next? Pretty obvious. There was no way she was going to lick up Rachel’s shit.

Well, hadn’t she and a girlfriend licked each others assholes once? This was different though. Sam was going balls to butt with Rachel. Of course. They probably did some variation of this all the time, with or without a guest. Groupie, she was just another groupie, ready to do anything for a chance to fuck a celebrity. Except she hadn’t realized Sam was groupie bait, not exactly. Smooth, confident, experienced, yes, but really he didn’t have that God’s gift to women air about him. Just like Brad never puffed himself up as the super consultant. What had Brad been like in his single days? Jane must have been quite a prize, beautiful and brilliant. She was so lost in her reverie she absentmindedly opened her mouth. The same musky taste as Rachel’s pussy, more on the pungent side. Not bad, really.

“Nasty girl,” Sam purred. And he came, spewing cum into her throat, so that she was sputtering, trying not to choke. Then it was Marty probing at her lips, eyes wide as she let him slide down her. No way she was going to try to deep throat Sam, but Marty was not nearly as thick. Okay, time to do Rachel, finish the job off. She started by plunging her tongue into what Sam had left gaping open. And that was the end of it. The ring of muscle trapped her as Rachel gasped.

“Want a beer?” Marty offered her a bottle from the bucket. Yeah, a beer would be the thing to wash everything down.

“You’re good,” Rachel said. “Ever think of turning pro?”

“A hooker?”

“No, movies. I can tell the camera loves you, just from those shots from the Bayou.”

“Too old?”

“Tell me Sam, how old do you think Ann here is?”

“Oh come on, Rachel. You know that’s one question a gentleman will never answer.”

A gentleman. Yes, in some odd way Sam was that. He could stick his cock up your ass in a very polite way.

“She’s already told me. Ann, you got any problem if I tell Sam how old you are? He can look it up anyway, if he’s got the ambition.”

“Fine with me.”

“Okay, how old is she? Not that it matters, honey.”

“No, you have to tell me first how old you think she is.”

“”Well, I would have said late teens, early twenties, until I saw her all dressed up this afternoon. Now I’m not so sure.”

“Early thirties.”

“Well don’t that beat all. Honey you don’t look it at all. You’re like the car that only went to church on Sunday.”

“Tell you what hon, you’re going to be here a couple more days? How ‘bout I set you up for a little shoot Thursday? No need for an audition. This time good for you?”

“Not if the weather’s nice. We’ll be at the lake..”

“We could do it over there. No? Well, later in the evening then. Just tell your buddy you’ve got a date. Close enough to the truth. Or he can come watch, if you like. If you’d feel safer.”

“We have husbands come along to watch their wives,” Marty added. “Turns them on. ’Course then they see wifey doing all this stuff she never did at home.”

“You guys make porn flicks? That’s your business?”

“We do it more as a hobby. Not that much money in it. We’ve produced a couple of regular movies, too. But it’s mostly the music.”

“You a singer, honey?” That was from Sam.

“Not really. Church choir, that’s about it.” That was enough to make Ann blush. What was she going to tell her choir ladies?

“We get some nice ladies,” Rachel said. “It’s something that they can do while hubbie’s off at work, the kids are in school.”

“Like Belle de Jour.” Ann sighed. She could tell she was headed for that with Evan. The little sex they were having now would be no sex at all by the time they had a couple kids.

“Okay honey, tell you what. Give us a call when you get back from the lake. Believe me, you’re better off doing this before you have your dinner. We’ll find some nice young studs for you. Not these two old rattletraps.”

“You ladies ready for another go ‘round with the rattletraps?” Sam asked.

“Are we ready? I’m always ready. What about you, hon?”

Well, not exactly. There wasn’t much left of her that didn’t feel over used. Sore, chafed, bruised, aching. It was hard to find all the adjectives needed to describe how unready her flesh was.

“Just teasin’,” Sam chuckled. “Just wanted to see the look on your face. Don’t want you to go from being the appetizer to being the entree, know what I mean?”

“What was I the last time, dessert?” No answer, and maybe it was just as well. “Well, I should get going. I told Brad I’d meet him at the happy hour. Thanks all. That was fun.”

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Teya gets to experience her first lesbian experience with her childhood crush

I had known her since birth. She was my God mothers sister. Her name was Kim and she was my first crush, ever. Before I even knew about lesbianism I just knew I wanted Kim. She looked like Prince and was obviously the stud in her relationships. My God mother had yearly cook outs and I always knew Kim was going to be there.

I was 10 when I first got the idea that Kim was a lesbian and my crush on her wasn’t so innocent. I was getting ready for the annual cookout and I was trying to figure out what I would wear. I was so insecure about my body. I was chubby for my age and I always got teased. I finally decided on a pair of light blue jeans and a regular yellow t-shirt. As I looked in the mirror at my light brown skin I just decided to go with it. I slipped in my favorite black sneakers and went to find my uncle. My parents had died when I was 3 and my uncle was my last living relative. I’m glad he decided to take me in.

“Ready to go, Bean” He said, calling me by the nickname only he uses, as I ran down the steps.
“Yup, lets go” I said heading out the door and to the car.

The closer we got the more excited I got. As soon as we got there I jumped out the car in search of Kim. I walked into the house and scanned the room. I said hi to my God mother and everyone there. I didn’t see Kim and I didn’t want to ask where she was. The longest hour of my life went by and finally she walked into the house. She had on tan cargo shorts and a plain white polo with dark sunglasses on. I also died. She made her way around saying hi and when she got to me I just beamed.

“Hey Teya. It’s been forever you’re almost grown” she laughed and pulled me into a hug. I inhaled her scent and hugged her tightly not wanting to let go.
“Hi. I’m still little silly” I joked back
She let me out of the hug and I felt cold.
“No you’re growing up” she left it at that and went back to mingle.
I barely got to talk to her because everybody was talking to her and I’m just a kid why would she want to talk to me. For once we stayed late at the cookout and I soon fell asleep. I felt someone pick me up and start to carry me upstairs. I opened my eyes half way up and looked into Kim’s eyes. I couldn’t believe she was carrying me. She just looked up at me and smiled.

“Hey sleepy head. You fell asleep. I was gonna put you to bed”
“You can put me down. I know I’m heavy” I said with a pout
“Oh hush you’re perfect” and then she kissed my forehead.
I didn’t know what to do I just put my head into her chest and let her carry me the rest of the way. Once we got into the room she put me on the bed and sat on the edge

“So Teya, you know I meant what I said. There is nothing wrong with you. Who says there is something wrong with you?”
“Well the kids at school make fun at me because I’m bigger and light skinned”
“There is nothing wrong with the way you look. You’re just more comfortable to hug than the other kids” she started tickling me and soon I was giggling around and felt so much better. When she stopped I gave a slight yawn and she said to go to sleep. My uncle would come get me when he was ready. She kissed me in my cheek and left. I laid down thinking about what she said and the two kisses she had given me. I felt a tingling sensation between my legs and I put my hand between my legs to see what it was. I was wet, I remembered hearing the grown ups talk about being horny and wet. I guess I see what they meant. I didn’t know about masturbating so I just got up to go to the bathroom to wipe myself. I quietly walked to the bathroom and saw the light was on. I just waited outside until I heard my name

“Hmm Teya” I slowly pushed the door and saw the shock of my life. There was Kim sitting on the toilet rubbing herself. Her eyes were closed and I could see her privates from here.
“Fuck Teya. Yes touch it” Omg she was thinking about me. I started rubbing myself through my underwear just like she did. It felt like heaven. She started moaning louder and I got scared she might see me so I went back to the room and laid back down thinking about what I saw. I eventually fell asleep and was later woken by my uncle carrying me into the car.

5 years had pasted since the cookout and I still masturbated at night thinking about Kim’s pussy, all wet and hair trimmed short. I hadn’t seen her because come to find out that cookout was her going away party too. She had decided to join the military and was going to be deployed the next week. I heard updates of her about her while being nosy and listening to my uncles phone calls. One day while being nosy I heard the best news ever.

“So she’s coming back on Friday” My uncle said into the phone. I could only hear his side of the conversation but I just knew he had to be talking about Kim.

“Oh I see. Well that would be fine….yea….that’s ok….NO, not at all. I’m happy too” Now the conversation made no sense and I was anxious to hear what was going on.

I kept my ear to the door and suddenly it opened and I almost fell through. “You sure are nosy young lady” My uncle had gotten up and I didn’t even notice. “Well, I was coming to find you to tell you the news but since you are here I can tell you”. We walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

“Kim is going back from deployment Friday and since we are the only ones who won’t be out of town for the summer she will be here for a week” My uncle said it casually while I on the inside was dying of excitement.

“Now since we do not have a guess room she will be sleeping on the couch, try not to be in her way” With that he got up and went into the computer room to finish some work he brought home.
I had 3 days until Kim would be there and I was a nervous wreck. It had been 5 years and I was pretty much the same, just a bit taller, 5’1, and I had gained more weight. I was 220lbs with size 40DD breast with brown areolas and nipples the size of dimes; that sat up nicely because I always wore wire bras and only took them off at night, even though I wore a non-wire bra to keep them in place. I had a nice ass, if I do say so myself, that would constantly show under the boyshorts I loved to wear instead of regular granny panties. I also had wide hips and thick thighs.
I cleaned around the house like my uncle insisted (even my own room) and the day she arrived I had cooked dinner and was getting ready when I heard the door open.
“Bean we are home” My uncle called. “Come down and say hi”
I almost ran down the stairs and half way I realized I was too busy cooking to get dressed properly. I had on dark blue shorts that came mid-thigh and a lace bra with a white tank top on. I looked a mess, but it was too late now. I continued to go down the steps and as soon as I rounded the corner into the living room my mouth dropped. There she was still in her uniform putting down her duffle bags beside the couch. She hadn’t even seen me yet and I was so nervous to hear what she had to say as I replayed how she thought I was perfect 5 years ago. I hoped she still felt the same.
“Wow you aren’t the same little girl I remember before I left. You grew up, but still as beautiful as before. Now give me a hug” She said looking me up and down before walking over to grab me up into a big hug.
“Hi Kim. I’m glad you’re back. I missed you” I was mortified I had said that last part. I only meant to think it.
“I missed you too. You give the best hugs” She said with a smile.

We ate dinner and talked about her adventures in the military before dad announced he would be going to bed because he had an early Saturday meeting (or golf as most people call it). I cleared the table and went to wash the dishes. I was so into my mind and thinking about Kim I didn’t notice all the water I was splashing at by the time I finished washing the dishes the front of my shirt was almost soaked through. I grabbed a towel and started drying myself off. As soon as I lifted my shirt and started drying my boobs Kim walked in and looked directly at my hard nipples showing through my bra.

“I’m sorry I just came in for some water” She said never moving her eyes from my nipples.
“It’s ok. I spilled water on myself I was just cleaning it up. I’ll cover up now….Nobody wants to see my fat” Before I could blink she was in front of me with the most serious look I had ever seen on her face.
“Just like I said before I left, you are perfect. There is nothing wrong with you. Any boy would be glad to look at what you have”
“What about girls though?” Ever since that night I knew I was never going to be interested in boys. Women were sooooo much better.
“Oh I definitely know any woman would be happy to see what you have to offer” With that she kissed me on the corner of my mouth and walked out the kitchen. I finished cleaning up and went into my room where I masturbated until I passed out with my hands still between my legs.

The next day I woke up to the smell of bacon. I showered and got dressed and went downstairs. Kim was in the kitchen finishing up eggs wearing men’s swim shorts and a bikini top.

“Hey, eat up and take a dip with me in the pool” she said while sitting a plate of eggs, bacon and waffles in front of me.
“I can’t swim. Uncle Joe keeps trying to show me but I never catch up.”
“That’s because he isn’t me. I won’t take no for an answer so eat up and change”
“Ok Kim. If you say” I quickly finished eating and ran to change into my two piece bathing suit.

I walked outside feeling a little weird. I wasn’t used to wearing so little. I had boyshort bottoms with a halter top.

“Ok come to the steps with me. We can start slow” She ushered me into the water and we slowly walked until the water was at my shoulders.
“First you need to learn to tread water” She then lifted her feet off the bottom of the pool and moved her legs around so she wouldn’t sink.
“Ok move your arms like you’re pushing the water to part” I did as she said.
“Ok now more your legs like you are riding a bike” I didn’t even attempt to move then.
“That means I have to take my feet from the bottom on the pool?” I looked nervous and I felt it too “What if I sink? I’m scared” The next thing I knew she had moved to the back of me and put her hands on my waist.

“Ok now I have you” She then lifted me up so I feet were barely touching the floor. I kicked like she said and all the movement must have made me hard to hold up because she next thing I knew her hands had lost grip and now she was gripping me on the side of my boobs. It startled me so bad I fell back and that caused her fingers to move to my breast. I could feel her finger tips on my nipples, which had been hard since I got into the cold water. I started to move forward and then I felt something what made me pause. She was running her fingers along my nipples!!! She did it a few times before she suddenly pushed off me, got out the pool and walked into the house. I stayed in the pool for a few minutes before I got out, wrapped a towel around me and just walked up to my room.

“I’m so stupid. Why would I think she likes me? I imagined the nipple thing, and now she will tell on me and will leave” I laid on my bed and cried myself into a nap.

I woke up right before dinner, and showered to get the pool water off me and grumpily made my way downstairs.

“Hahahahaha he did that?” There was Kim sitting at the table eating the dinner salad my uncle had made like nothing had happened earlier.
“Hey, bean. We were just talking about work. Did you sleep well?” He must not have known about the pool thing because he wasn’t yelling.
“Yes. I was tired” I sat down ate and finished before them both so I could go back to my room.

I stayed in my room until the wee hours of the night, and then I got thirsty. I made my way down the steps in my bra and a thong and stopped at the stairs when I heard it again….The same moan I had heard 5 years ago.

“Fuck Teya, yes” I peeked around the corner and in the dim light of the moon I could see her laying on top of the cover facing the steps with her fingers rubbing her clit faster than ever.
“Hmm your nipples feel so good. I’m about to cum” As soon as she whispered that she started to shake and buck around the couch bed.
I ran back upstairs and masturbated myself to the new image of Kim mixed with the old. I hadn’t even noticed I fell asleep until I heard a knock on my door.

“Teya, your uncle wanted me to tell you that he would be back he went to….” Oh shit at that moment she opened my door and saw my laying in the bed with nothing on and my legs still wide open.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to barge in. Um I’ll just go” She quickly closed the door. I had no clue what to think but my pussy knew what to feel. I masturbated one more time making sure I was loud and even moaned Kim name a few time to let her know I was thinking of her. After last night I knew she wanted me and now I bold (or horny) enough to go after her. I took a shower and made sure to shave everything until I was as hairless as a newborn. I bypassed underwear and put on my shortest shorts that I knew would show off the shape of my ass and didn’t cover the whole thing. For once I didn’t put on a bra, my boobs set up high and I put on a thin tank top that you could see my nipples through without them even being hard. Then I walked downstairs and found Kim downstairs watching tv. I sat on the recliner and leaned it back until my boobs were standing proud.

“Hey. Can I watch tv with you?” I said while looking out the corner of my eye at her look directly at my boobs.
“Um sure. No problem” She said stuttering a bit.

The show continued and the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees and I felt my nipples getting hard. I also saw Kim looking.
“Do you like what you see?” I said turning my body towards her so she could really see.
“I didn’t mean to stare” She said looking away
“You can look I mean it’s only fair since I saw you last night”
“WHAT!?”
“Yea I saw you playing with yourself last night when I came down to get some water” I got up out the chair and looked at her “I also heard everything you said”
I sat down on her lap facing her and made sure to spread my legs wide.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ve been oversees to long and in the pool I slipped and couldn’t help it”
“I saw you 5 years ago at the cookout too. What was that all about” I inquired
“Ok fine, the truth I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful, sexy person in the world. I purposely choose to come back at this time because I knew everybody would be away and I needed to see you” She looked defeated
“I’ve always loved you” As soon as I finished my sentence she kissed me. Her lips felt so good on mines as our tongues danced and her hands slid down my back to grab my ass. I moaned into her mouth letting her know I liked it.
“Take off your shirt”she whispered as we came up for air finally. I pulled my shirt over my head letting her see my large, perky boobs and almost instantly she had one nipple in her mouth as she pinched the other. I was moaning uncontrollably as she worked her tongue over my extra sensitive nipple. She then picked me up and laid me on the couch and started to unbutton my shorts.
“You must be really horny, I can smell you already” she pulled my shorts down and realized I didn’t have on any underwear.
“hmmm and shaven too…. Just how I like it” she went back to work on my nipple as she positioned herself on top of me while she played with my clit slowly. I could feel my juices getting on the couch but I didn’t care. She rubbed me until I was screaming her name and came a few time.

“Shit, shit shit” she suddenly got up running around grabbing my clothes.
“What’s wrong?” I said still in postorgasmic shock
“Your uncle just pulled up. Hurry upstairs and I’ll clean down here”
As soon as she said that I heard the car door and ran upstairs. I quickly put on some sweat pants and oversize tshirt and made my way down to the living room. He was just walking through the door. Fortunately for us, Kim had sprayed some scented stuff in the air so you could barely smell the sex and uncle was none the wiser. Unfortunately for us he decided to take the rest of the week off and we never got a chance to finish what was started before Kim left for her sisters house at the end of the week.

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wanting to fuck my older sister

I first started spying on my sister when i was 16 and it went on for the next year until she went to college.

I didn’t start liking girls until i was about 15 and at this point i was only interested in my older sister Emily who just turned 19.At the age of 15 i was the same height as her but Emily’s tits were at least a D size where mine are only about a c.

A couple of days before her 19th birthday she asked me if i wanted and of her clothes since i could fit most of them now besides her bras.I instantly replied with a yes and grabbed the pile she left for me and carried it into my room(which was next to my room).As i went through the pile of clothes i noticed a lot of stuff I’ve wanted to try on for awhile from her clothes, so i instantly put them on.I keeped going through the pile and found a mini skirt that looked nice and decided to put it on instead.Once i got it on i looked it the mirror seeing how it looks and when i turned around i saw that it exposes half of my butt and showing my panties.I felt like such a slut so i took it off.After a couple of minutes of trying on my big sisters clothes my sister entered my room and dropped a shoe box saying”Hey sis i see you’re all ready wearing my clothes haha, anyways here is some more clothes i don’t need”.As i opened the box i saw a couple of t-shirts inside with a bikini and some of her panties.

This is when it all stared.
Straight away i put on a pair of Emily’s panties.As i pulled them up my legs and pulled them all the way up i felt the back absorb into my tight ass.I felt like playing with myself right there and then but i couldn’t because i had school in about an hour.So i got changed into my uniform but keeped on the panties she gave me.The fact that i go to a girls only school didn’t help me feel any less hornier.So at lunchtime i couldn’t wait any longer so i went into the girls bathroom and sat on the toilet.I slowly pulled my skirt up while rubbing my breasts as i thought about my sister masturbating in these panties.I started rubbing my clit, then finger myself and after a little time i felt my pussy getting wet.I keeped going, i couldn’t stop now but the bell was going to ring in about 2 minutes so i pulled my finger out and started sucking on it.I keeped rubbing my pussy with the other hand revealing a wet spot in my panties.Once the bell went i stood up and started walking to my final class and as i sat down i realized that my skirt was much higher now and was nearly showing my ass.I quickly pulled it down before anyone started looking.

Once i got home i knew that my sis didn’t get home until another hour so i went into my room and got changed. While i was getting changed i took off my top and skirt until i just had my bra and panties on and decided to put on that slutty skirt that she gave me.Once again i was staring into the mirror looking at my cute little ass.Then i started feeling horny again so i decided to go to Emily’s room and see what panties she has.I went straight for her draws and saw a pair of pink see through panties at the very bottom.As i picked them up i noticed that they were wet and instantly i smelt them.They tasted so good, i had to take them.So i quickly hurried to my room.I put on her underwear straight away as i entered my room and felt her wet panties soak into my pussy and my ass.I took off my bra and put on a slutty shirt she gave me that is baggy on that gave me a clear view of my boobs in the mirror as i stood there in these slutty cloths and see through wet panties.I went back to her room and put them back just in case she found out and maybe she might get wet in them again tonight.

That night once we all went to bed, i waited until about 12 and i saw that Emily left her door open a bit just enough to be able to see in and at her bed.I couldn’t believe what i was seeing,my sister butt up in the air and a vibrator shoved into her pussy being held there by those pink panties that i wore early that day.I feel so horny so i stayed for about another 10 minutes until i started getting wet and quickly went back to my room before i got caught.I jumped on my bed and started fingering my pussy and thought about using her vibrator on myself.

The next day i waited for her to leave and then ran into her room and took her panties again before going off to school.They were so wet this time as if she was going at it all night which made me horny through out the day. But as i sat down first period the panties started making my skirt wet so i had to sit on my bare ass revealing my ass to all the girls in my class.For some reason the more i wear her clothes the more sluttier i become.Like that lunchtime i would slit my legs open revealing my wet pussy to any girls who walked past.It got worse and worse as i keeped wearing and thinking about fingering my sister.The very next day i had my skirt higher so it was just so top bottom of my ass and i didn’t wear a bra so when my nipples got hard they would show through my shirt.

The next day my friends decided to go to the beach so i said ill come after i went home.I thought i would look through my sisters draws to see if she has any slutty bikinis and i was in luck.I found a bikini that didn’t even fit me, making my boobs stick out and the string bottoms were tight showing pretty much my whole ass.This is probably what my sister uses to get all her boyfriends by wearing small bikinis so her tits and ass show.While we were on the beach i saw a lot of guys staring at me and wanting to fuck me but i wasn’t interested i only wanted Emily.

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pic of me in part 2
Part 2: First time with Emily coming soom

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A girl trapped by dire cicumstances finds a way out…

Friday:

Her lips cried no, but her body writhed with carnal passion. Her cries fell on deaf ears, but the language her body spoke was one her incestuous family knew well. Her
body began to quiver against her will. She was cumming, and cumming hard. As her uncle, brother, and father filled her every orifice with their cum, and as her
stepmother, aunt, and twin sisters watched with lustful stares, she was filled with so much shame, guilt, and hatred that it felt as though her soul was breaking into
a thousand shards. Even if her entire family died in some “tragic” incident, she knew she would never be free of her family’s sins. She told herself they were the
wrongdoers, but she couldn’t help but feel like she shared some portion of their guilt. She felt guilt and shame for the way she- no, for the way her body responded to
the assault. But more than that, she was seething with shame and self-hatred for being weak and helpless. If only she had been stronger, she wouldn’t be a victim. She
was on the fast track to blaming herself like countless others before her. She couldn’t blame herself for what her body felt, but being weak… that was unforgivable.
She would learn to punish her body for taking pleasure in the things she hated. More than this, she would learn to be strong in her mind, unbreakable, even as her body
was being violated by her own flesh and blood. That day, she learned to dissociate from her body. Nothing terrible that happened to her would ever be real again. She
would always find freedom in her own mind. She would always have a place to run and hide, no matter how many times she was raped and violated, whether it was by her
own family or any other sick fuck. After all, no one could possibly blame her for what her body did.

Three days earlier…

Tuesday:

She woke before daybreak. Traveling from three time zones away had taken its toll on her sleep. Only three weeks ago, her junkie mom told her the truth about her real
father. He was a high-paying john. Straight sex, $500, no condom. Nine months later, she was brought into the world by a junkie whore with no father worth mentioning.
All these years, she had grown up relatively unscathed despite her mother’s lifestyle. Then out of the blue, her mom got a call that reduced her to violent tears. She
was moving clear across the country to live with her dad and his family and there wasn’t a goddamn thing she could say or do to stop it from happening. She was being
raped of the only life she had ever known.

She had arrived the night before. Introductions were made, supper was served, she was shown to her room, and that was that. Had she really taken notice of her new
environment, she would have noticed some strange things about her new family, like the way her new dad looked her up and down, or the way her dad’s brother and sister
hungrily eyed each other all through supper, or the way her new mom kept her legs parted during introductions from the chair in the corner revealing a pair of black
lace panties. But most of all, she should have noticed how her new brother and twin sisters stared at her at supper, how the twins sat on either side of their brother
at the dinner table, how each of the twins only kept one hand above the table, and how when dinner ended and she retired to her new room, she glanced back and saw a
white stain on the kitchen floor, an erection precariously perched in her new brother’s shorts, and how each twin still had a hand on each of his thighs, stroking and
massaging them as though to congratulate him for being such a good sport. Had she only taken notice of these things, she would have been on her guard the entire first
night. Instead, she retired immediately to her room and had fallen into deep slumber, blissfully unaware of all the warning signs she had neglected to notice in her
depressed stupor.

The alarm on her bedside table indicated it was only 3:42 in the morning. At first, she thought restlessness had woken her. Then she heard noises from a nearby room.
No. She heard noise coming from the rooms on either side of her own. To one side, she heard what sounded like her new parents enjoying each others’ bodies with wanton
passion. On the other side, she heard what sounded like two girls in a similar passion. Was it the twins? Incest had always grossed her out, but for some reason, twins
were a bizarre exception. She used to lie in bed and fantasize about what it would be like if she could clone herself and have sex with her other self. It fascinated
her because there are some hot things you can’t do by yourself to make yourself cum like crazy. In her mind, twins were basically clones of each other. Frankly, she
was jealous of the twins… and a little turned on. Her bedroom door didn’t have a handle, much less a lock. She weighed the odds in her head. The bathroom was on the
other side of the twins room down the hall. The only ones who might pass her room to get to the bathroom were the couple on the other side of her room, and she could
hear how preoccupied they were. She decided she liked those odds and pushed her blanket off the bed and began to strip, leaving her clothes scattered across the floor.
Being a virgin, she was in constant need of new and sometimes risky ways of getting herself off. If someone did walk in, she wouldn’t have time to cover up. Her
exposure combined with the sounds of ecstasy from the other rooms drove her into a sexual frenzy. Rolling onto her stomach, she arched her back, one arm holding her
up, the other furiously rubbing her mound.

After two or three minutes, she realized she was craving much more than what her imagination could conjure up. She crept to her door and slowly peeked up and down the
hall. All clear. Mustering all her courage, she crept in front of the twins door. It was partly open. She peered inside. What she saw instantly made her wet.
Outstretched, the twins were a tangled heap of flesh on the floor, one lying on top of the other, their legs parted, their vulvae rubbing together. The twins were
tribbing on the bedroom floor.

She slowly began to trace circles around her clit with her fingers, fully engrossed by the twins’ sapphic passion. She was so engrossed that she let out a small but
sudden squeal when she realized the door on the other side of the bathroom had abruptly flung open. Abandoning any semblance of stealth, she ran inside her room
without closing her door, grabbed the blanket off of the floor without regard to her scattered clothes, threw the blanket over her otherwise exposed form, lay flat on
her bed, squinted her eyes half shut, and waited, attempting to feign sleep. A figure appeared in her doorway. She held her breath while she waited for the figure to
turn and leave. She clamped her eyes shut and began to count in her head. When she got to ten, she threw her eyes open, expecting the figure to be gone. Instead, she
was staring into the face of her new brother.

She opened her mouth to scream, but he was too fast. In a flash, he was on top of her, blanket on the floor, one hand on her mouth, the other pushing down on her
stomach as he used his bare, muscular thighs to part her legs. She realized with horror and disgust that he had been completely naked before he had even entered her
room. He had every intention of doing what he was about to do.

Her thighs shook as he forced them apart. Her breathing became erratic and hot tears began to roll from the corners of her eyes as his hard member prodded her
entrance. She gasped roughly through his fingers as he slowly pushed into her. She flinched when he nudged her hymen. A wicked grin spread across his face.

“Whoa. Dad didn’t tell me you were a virgin. Haha, sucks to be him. Guess he didn’t know. I was so pissed that the selfish fuck got to pop both of the twins’ cherries.
He’s gonna fucking piss blood when he realizes he missed out on yours. He wouldn’t have let me go first if he knew how fresh you were sissy.”

She didn’t have a chance to reflect on his words. With a start, he thrusted into her hard. Once. Twice. And… She winced in agony as her paternal half-brother tore
through her virginity with his stiff member. The incestuous, fiery glint in his eyes suddenly became a storm of sinful, forbidden passion. He began rapidly thrusting
his incestuous meat into her reluctant pussy, painfully jabbing her cervix. Too afraid to look him in the eyes again, she fixed her gaze on the digital clock beside
the bed and reluctantly counted every minute of her torment. On the twelfth minute, she sensed a change in his body language. She began to panic as his breath
quickened. His breaths were escaping in sudden grunts. As she realized what was about to happen, she writhed beneath his now sweaty frame trying desperately to force
him off of her. In response to her struggling, he forced his weight down on her as he felt his muscles begin to spasm, leaving her arms free to vainly push at his
shoulders, one hand still clamped over her mouth, the other groping at her chest, pinching painfully at one of her nipples. She squealed desperately through his hand,
pounded on his shoulders with her fists, thrusting her hips at him in an attempt to force him off, the situation becoming increasingly desperate with every fraction of
a second that passed. Her thrusting hips only maximized his pleasure, urging him to forcibly release his load deep inside her fleshy reservoir, filling her freshly
deflowered womb against her will. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Defeated, she cried violently into his hand as streams of her brother’s cum filled her violated
pussy with each thrust of his incestuous cock.

Thinking that there couldn’t possibly be a worse set of circumstances for her to be in right now then to have been raped of her virginity by her half-brother and
filled with his cum, she felt reluctantly relieved in knowing that it was over. She was wrong. She suddenly found herself filled with terror as he repositioned his
hips, and with a heavy groan, began fucking her again, this time with his free hand tightly bound around her throat, only loose enough to keep her from asphyxiating.

Her nightmare had only just begun…

She awoke just before noon. Her scattered clothes on the floor, the soreness in her neck and between her legs, and the blood and cum stains on her sheets together left
a violent certainty in her mind that everything that happened earlier that morning was real. Still, it didn’t feel real. Nothing did anymore. It felt like she was
living someone else’s life, or perhaps more like she was living in someone else’s nightmare.

Not sure what else to do, and frankly too broken to care, she dressed in the clothes she had on yesterday and followed the scent of freshly cooked food to the kitchen.
As she sat at the table, watching her aunt make a full course breakfast in a very see-through nightgown, the things her brother said and all the signs she neglected
came to her attention. Who could she turn to?

Her aunt served her a full plate. Despite her stupor, she couldn’t neglect her appetite. As she tore into a pancake, her aunt placed a glass of water and a pill in
front of her, exposing what seemed like a small canyon of uncovered cleavage, her still-hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. “I hope your uncle and I
didn’t bother you guys too much this morning. Our brothers just can’t help themselves sometimes, right hun?” Her aunt gave her a playful wink. “Take this,” she said,
indicating the pill. “It’s a morning after pill. Judging by your brother’s state of exhaustion, I’d say he likely drained himself dry between those beautiful, young
thighs of yours, am I right?” Her aunt nodded in the direction of the living room. Her half-brother was passed out on the couch, fully nude, his equally exposed twin
sisters fondling his half-hard member as he snored softly.

No. There was no one in this house that she could possibly turn to for help. Those motherfuckers were all deranged.

Fearing what would happen if she didn’t, she took the pill, her aunt patting her on the head like a dog in response to her obedience, albeit affectionately. She
concentrated on her food as others joined her at the table in various stages of undress, her brother and the twins altogether nude. She almost felt like an outsider
being the only person with the decency to cover her body while others were in the room, much less eating breakfast at the kitchen table together as a “family” if the
word could even be applied to this fucked up ensemble of sickos. But she reminded herself that she truly was an outsider. She wasn’t anything like them.

She suddenly became aware of the presence leaning close to her. She turned to see her father dressed only in boxers staring into her face with a perplexed expression.
“So you were a virgin, huh? I’d have thought even if your mother kept you away from her occupation that a girl with a body like yours would’ve given it up to someone a
long time ago. Maybe I can’t restore your virginity to have the satisfaction of being your first, but you’re mine for today. I’m gonna do my best to make up for last
night. Your pussy might already be popped, but you’ve got a lot of other first times to learn, and I’m gonna teach you today.”

“The rest of us have plans today,” her uncle pointed out, “so you and your father will have the place to yourselves till dinner.”

“Exactly hun,” her aunt said, “so take a nice long bath or shower to recover from last night. The rest of us need about an hour to get ready, so just take your time
and relax for awhile.”

It sickened her how normal they made this all sound, but after what her brother did, it terrified her to think of what the others were capable of, especially her dad.
Admittedly, incest appeared to be a consensual thing in this house, but rape?

She worked up the courage to say something. “What’s wrong with you people? I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be raped!”

“Oh come now,” her aunt retorted, “we had to find some kind of way to break you in and get you to fall in line.”

“Fall in line? Fall in line with what?”

“With us, obviously. Sweetie, you better learn now while you still have a choice in the matter that if you don’t give what is asked of you, it’ll be taken from you in
more ways than one. Look, I admire your bravery, but everyone in this family had to learn at some point that true freedom only comes to those who follow the rules
they’re given. Now get your sweet ass in that shower and wash up for your daddy. And leave your clothes on the table. You won’t be needing them today.”

That settled the matter. Being raped was just part of the plan. But she wondered…

She glanced at her brother and sisters. Her brother’s eyes were full of lust and malice. There was no solace to be found in them. No hope. He had no remorse for what
he did. But the twins… There was something different in their eyes. Even as they clung to their brother, all three of them naked, she could see sadness, remorse, and
even the remnant of hope–anger, still glowing somewhere deep within their almost vacant glances. They still clung to hope. She wasn’t completely alone after all. She
had to speak with them, but she had to survive her father first. If there was a way out of this place, she would need their help. She would do what she had to, even
giving her father and the others what they wanted, but one way or another, the satisfaction would be hers one day. But survival and escape wouldn’t be enough. She
realized that now. No, she wanted revenge…

True to their word, everyone else had already left by the time she emerged from the shower an hour later. The clothes she had left on the table were gone. She wasn’t
really surprised though. It was clear to her now that they would do whatever it took to make her fall in step with their twisted desires. Or perhaps they wanted to
test how obedient she really was.

Her father was sitting in front of the television, naked and stroking himself to the porn he had apparently put on. It was a cheesy flick about a lesbian cheerleader
squad. He looked up and smiled at her as she inched closer, fearing what he intended to do, but determined to rob him of the satisfaction her brother experienced. She
wasn’t about to let him get the better of her. Animals like him enjoyed it more if their victims resisted. She might give him what he asked of her, but she was
determined to be the one who was really in control. Knowing this, she put on her brightest plastic smile, got on her knees before her father, looked up into his hungry
glare with her best puppy dog eyes, and bit her lip lightly, trying not to oversell her performance. She kept her voice down to a mere whisper. “What do you want me to
do daddy?” She tried her best to sound nervous and vulnerable. She didn’t want him to hear her determination. If he became aware of her courage, he would do what he
could to crush it, and she couldn’t allow him to gain that advantage. Not now. Not ever.

She would have her revenge.

Without speaking, he reached out and pulled her head towards his cock. She parted her lips, not sure how best to proceed. She flicked the head with her tongue. He
pulled her closer, urging her to take his member into her mouth. She inched her lips down his shaft, her mouth now enveloping the very organ from which she originated.
She stroked her father’s cock within the moist recesses of her mouth, her tongue massaging the underside of his shaft. He groaned in ecstasy. It took all her strength
to suppress her urge to bite her father’s cock off. It was too soon. She needed to plan ahead first. She needed time.

He pushed her head away, removing his cock from her mouth. “Turn around,” he commanded. As she did, he pulled her down into his lap. Her gaze moved to the scene being
depicted. Admittedly, the girls in the scene were quite attractive, though their performance was unrealistic.

Her father began rubbing her vulva, his fingers passing roughly over her hooded clit. Her body responded almost immediately to his touch. The attention he gave to her
body was brief. He prodded her entrance, thrusting into her, establishing a steady rhythm. On the screen, two voluptuous brunettes were fucking on a locker room bench
with a strap on, their ample tits swaying pleasantly.

Abruptly, her father stopped fucking her pussy. He pulled out, instead prodding her ass with his cock. Bracing herself, she inhaled quickly. As he slowly pushed his
cock into her ass, she let her breath go from her, her leg muscles twitching with the new sensation. He paused as his balls came to rest against her naked flesh, the
full length of his cock embedded into his daughter’s inexperienced ass. He wanted to savor the anticipation, thinking of the hard pounding he was about to give her
tight hole.

Without warning, she winced in surprise as her father started a rapid assault on her backdoor. Her toes curled and her ass muscles clenched, squeezing her father’s
incestuous meat involuntarily. On the screen, the girl being fucked with the strap on was furiously rubbing her clit. The actress let out a loud moan and began
squirting, spraying herself and her partner. Almost in response, the rhythmic pounding in her ass came to a crescendo. Her father painfully and suddenly pushed as deep
into her ass as he could manage, his twitching cock releasing several streams of hot cum into her sorely throbbing hole.

As he turned off the movie and made his way to bathroom, the sound of running shower water echoing through the house, she smirked to herself. Was that it? Trying to
make her way to her room to look for new clothes, her father suddenly stepped into the hall, blocking her path.

“Jump in the shower. The water’s ready for ya.” She hesitated for a moment, then gathering her resolve, started to walk past him. She soon wished she hadn’t.

She massaged her jaw as she stepped into the shower, a bruise forming where her dad had punched her with a closed fist. She had underestimated his abusive tendencies.
He was more violent than she first thought, and he gave no warnings before striking her. She had to be more cautious in the future.

She faced him as he climbed into the shower with her, her eyes looking nowhere in particular. He suddenly pushed her back against the tiled wall, lifted both her legs
off of the bathtub below, and used her free weight to impale her pussy onto his cock once again. It was sudden and uncomfortable, but she reluctantly acknowledged to
herself that this wasn’t altogether unpleasant, at least not compared to her previous experiences. She had to strain her self-control to refrain from giving any real
indication to her father that she was almost enjoying what he was now doing to her body. As he fucked her against the bathroom wall, her feet bouncing in the air on
either side of him, she did everything she could to remain expressionless. But as she began to cum, she realized it didn’t matter if she showed expression or not. The
way her pussy spasmed and clenched his hard cock, and the way her thighs clamped onto his abdomen told him exactly what he wanted to know. He wanted her to know what
it was like to have someone make her cum against her will. As far as he was concerned, both her pain AND her pleasure now belonged to him.

Her hatred grew.

As her father walked nakedly out of the bathroom ten minutes later, she collapsed in an exhausted heap on the bathroom floor, her father’s cum slowly pouring out of
her ass and pussy and slowly circling the drain as the water got cold, her nipples stiffening in response to the chilly water.

The icy sting of the water becoming unbearable, she reluctantly turned off the water and stumbled drunkenly towards her room and the uncertain but welcoming comfort of
her tainted bed. Her head had only just hit the pillow when she heard muffled steps approach her door. Part of her knew it couldn’t have been over already. She knew he
intended to break her. She supposed it would be too much to hope that he wouldn’t try to break her in a single night.

Her father stepped abruptly into her room, making his way to her bed. In the dim light, she could see he was holding something at his side. Whatever it was, it was
making a metallic clanking sound as he came to a stop by her bedside. He grasped her arm and held it above her head. As she felt the cold steel of the handcuffs close
around her wrist, she realized he was cuffing her to the bed. He cuffed her hands around the metal bar of her bed frame.

She grew anxious as he swiftly left the room. Watching her digital clock, it was almost an hour later when headlights shined through her window. He was saving her for
the others. Who was going to have her this time?

Minutes later, two figures entered her room. She snapped her eyes shut as her lights were switched on, illuminating her aunt and uncle. Her uncle was dressed in
boxers, an erection already straining against the usually loose fabric. He was carrying a laptop. Her aunt was covered in a modest bathrobe, her valley of cleavage
uncharacteristically well-hidden.

While her uncle fiddled with the laptop, her aunt dropped her modest robe to the floor, revealing two great hills of fleshy chest and a bright magenta strap on. Her
aunt knelt at the foot of her, kissing her way up her legs as her aunt slowly approached her mound.

“Rolling,” her uncle announced. “Okay ladies, time to start the show. Let’s make our first family movie.”

Suddenly, her thighs were spread wide and her aunt’s face was buried deep in her delicate pink pussy. As her aunt began rapidly assaulting her clit with her tongue,
the sensation overwhelmed her self-control. She surrendered herself completely as she came hard against her aunt’s tongue. Her aunt gave no sign of letting up just
because she had already cum. Before she could even catch her breath, she was cumming a second time.

As her involuntary ecstasy subsided, her now-naked uncle stepped forward and waved his stiff cock before her face expectantly, positioning himself so that he didn’t
block the recording laptop’s view of the action he hoped to get. Remembering the cuffs on her wrists and the soreness in her jaw, she opened her mouth wide, beckoning
her uncle’s cock. As he eagerly started fucking her face, she withdrew into fantasies of how satisfying it would be to sink her teeth deep into his stiff protrusion.

She could sense that he was on the verge of coating the back of her throat when he suddenly pulled out. For a brief moment, she thought he was going to cum on her
face. Instead, he walked around the bed and began fucking his sister from behind while she furiously started tongue-diving her helplessly bound niece.

The rhythm of her uncle’s hard thrusting drove her aunt’s face hard against her pussy, every nerve below her navel firing all at once with every jarring impact. As her
uncle climaxed, slamming his spurting cock deep into her aunt’s fleshy cave, her aunt screamed a muffled orgasm into her violated hole, the sudden rush of air into her
womb forcing her own cries of reluctant incestuous pleasure.

With the biggest shit-eating grin, her aunt climbed up and straddled her face. “Suck all that cum out. Suck it clean.” As her uncle’s cum poured out of her aunt’s
pussy and into her mouth, she couldn’t help but be impressed at how much there actually was. “Don’t swallow hun. Not yet.” Her aunt got down beside the bed and pulled
her face close, her mouth gaping. “Spit that cum into my mouth.” As she spit her uncle’s seed into her aunt’s mouth, her uncle held the laptop over the bed to get a
better vantage point. After the last drop was exchanged, her aunt leaned over her, pinching her nipple hard as she spit the load back into her mouth, her aunt’s tongue
swirling it around before pulling away. “Swallow.” Gulp. “Good little cunt. Now open up so we can see.”

“I think the others are really gonna love this, right sis?”

“Oh, I’m sure they will. Let’s get some sleep. The boys and us have got a big day tomorrow. It’ll just be her and the twins with the house to themselves all day. And
grab those cuffs too hun so the poor girl can get some decent sleep.”

Wednesday:

The next morning, she awoke to find the twins naked in her bed, each clinging softly to either side of her as she stared at the ceiling. The twins’ show of affection
was the most loved she had felt since coming here, and she was reluctant to disrupt the tender moment. Still, even she couldn’t help but admire their beauty. Their
tits were only a little smaller than her own. Their hips were proportionately large for their height, making them quite voluptuous for their size. Their tits were
great, but it was their asses she admired most. They were the best she had ever seen, and being an avid ass-lover herself, she wasn’t easy to impress.

One of the twins stirred. “Good morning beautiful,” the twin yawned. “How did you sleep? I hope they weren’t too rough with you.”

“I’ll be okay,” she said, feeling adored and appreciated for once. With a pang of understanding, she had to ask. “How rough are they with you guys?”

“Not so bad anymore.”

“Yeah,” said the other twin, now awake too, “it was a lot worse in the beginning. Dad used to beat us because we kept trying to protect each other.”

“What changed?”

The first twin frowned at the unpleasant memories. “Dad and big brother starting putting us in different rooms.”

“Right,” said the second twin. “Then they’d start taking turns beating and fucking us.” Tears were forming in their eyes.

She suddenly felt brave. “I’m going to get us out of here somehow. But…”

“But what?” they asked in unison.

“I’ll need you guys to help me.”

“Whatever you ask, I’ll do it.”

“Me too.”

“Thanks guys.”

The twins looked at each other from across her bare chest.

“We can finally leave sis.”

“I’m scared though.”

“It’s okay. I’m scared too.”

They leaned over and kissed. As she watched, the twins’ kiss of reassurance and hope turned to passion and lust. She almost expected them to fuck each other right
there on her bed, so she was pleasantly surprised when they turned their affections on her instead. Each twin slipped a hand between her thighs, each of them sucking
on one of her tits. Wanting to show her eagerness, she began stroking their backs, lightly caressing their skin with her fingernails. She spread her legs for them, her
pussy warm with anticipation of the things the twins might do to her. Her reluctance was gone. This time, she wanted it.

The twins clearly had the benefit of experience on their side. Every touch of their hands, every lick of their tongues, every tender kiss, and every loving glance or
deep longing stare seemed to restore a broken shard of who she used to be and who she might have become. It was more than sex. As the twins worshiped every inch of her
body, they were also paying homage to the intangible parts of her being. She was more than flesh to them. They were making love to the entirety of her being.

With one twin wrapped around her abdomen kissing and nibbling every patch of skin in sight, the other twin between her legs hitting nerves deep in her pussy that she
didn’t even know she had, she had such an intense all-encompassing orgasm that she had only begun to notice the rush of blood to her ears before her vision faded and
she blacked out.

She came to only moments later. “Holy shit!” She lay there drenched in a sweet-smelling mixture of sweat and girl cum–both her’s and the twins’–as she tried to catch
her breath and calm her still-racing pulse. “God, I wish I knew how to do that.”

Feeling confident and a little naughty, she ate breakfast in the nude (with a morning after pill on the side). Between bites of cereal, the nude twins told her how
them being dressed the night of her arrival was the first time they’d worn any sort of clothing in days–not counting during their periods–and the only time they were
actively instructed by their mother to wear any sort of clothing at all. They seldom chose to wear clothing unless they went somewhere. The conversation took a darker
turn after that. The twins knew of a guy in town who sold stolen items in an alley including but not limited to firearms. Rumor has it that he accepts forms of payment
other than cash. The twins claimed they knew all this to be true because their father had once traded the twins’ “assets” for the laptop her uncle had used only last
night. Apparently, he enjoyed his time with the twins so much that he threw in the flat screen in the living room as a bonus. The plan was to find the guy in town and
“trade” for a gun.

The twins donned a matching set of dark blue dresses foregoing underclothes. Hoping in the back of her mind that she might get another taste of that morning’s ecstasy
if she followed the twins’ example, she wore black knee socks with a medium-length black skirt and a cleavtastically loose-fitting white v-neck top that she knew would
hide nothing if it rained and–like the twins–decided to forgo any sort of underclothing.

Without a car, it would take a couple hours to get to town. For an hour, the twins walked on either side of her, holding each of her hands. Being only a few inches
taller than both of them, they would occasionally lay their heads on her shoulders as they walked. Though it made walking difficult and slowed them down a little, she
adored the affectionate attention.

As they made there way down a rural, woodsy road, the twins stopped abruptly.

“What is it guys?”

“There’s a really beautiful waterfall nearby.”

“Yeah, and if you listen close, you can hear it from here.”

Sure enough, she could just barely hear what sounded like distant water rushing loudly. After a short walk into the woods, she gasped before the beautiful sight. Even
better was the sight of the twins before her eyes, the water serving as the perfect backdrop. Losing herself in the moment, she walked up behind one of the twins,
wrapped her arms around her delicate waist, and began kissing her neck. The twin giggled at her soft touch. For a brief moment, she feared the other twin would become
jealous or feel left out. As she looked up to see the other twin’s reaction, she instead found her biting her lip and eying them hungrily. As she continued nibbling on
one twin’s neck and slowly caressing her hips, the other twin inched her hands between her legs, careful not to reveal the wetness under her dress. Recognizing the
game the twin was playing with her, she lifted the back of the first twin’s dress and began caressing her voluptuous, firm, round ass. Confirming her suspicions, the
second twin hiked up her dress, revealing the middle and ring finger of her right hand buried in the soft wetness of her pussy. The more she gave, the more she would
get, and oh boy, what she would do to win this game.

She lifted the twin’s dress up over her head, letting it float to the ground, then pulled her legs out from under her. The twin fell onto the soft ground in a fit of
laughter. The other twin responded by undressing and lying on her back next to her sister, never once removing her fingers from her sweetness. Feeling naughty again,
she put one hand between the legs of the twin beneath her, the other hand working up under her own provocatively short black skirt. The rushing of the water sent a
cool breeze swirling around the three of them, a soft mist gradually moistening their skin only to be evaporated away by the occasional gust of wind. The wind playing
at the moistness between their legs and the vanishing mist playing at their exposed flesh sent chills through their bodies that only added to their nervous excitement.
Working both hands vigorously, she began jilling herself and the twin off, the other twin following her lead. Each twin came, one twin writhing and moaning beneath
her, the other bucking violently into her own hand and kicking at the ground with little grunts, but for whatever reason, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to orgasm.
It was like trying to pedal a bike uphill. Each time she got close to the top, she would lose her footing and backpedal. The other twin–having guessed her
frustrations–crawled behind her, and forcing her head down into the other twin’s chest, began finger-fucking her from behind. Following her sister’s lead, the first
twin reached up from beneath her and began rapidly rubbing her clit. The sensation grew to be too intense. She tried to put her hands between her legs to slow the
twins’ motions, but the twins each grabbed an arm and refused to let her interfere. The sensation of being restricted unexpectedly exciting her passion, she began to
squeal between her teeth, her breath escaping in sudden screams and yelps of ecstasy. She had never been a screamer, but she had always adored the sound of girls
having noisy orgasms, and as she became one of those girls, she found very much to her surprise that she liked the sound of her own screaming. In fact, it was her own
screaming that finally sent her over the edge. With a violent series of spasms, her pussy exploded with sensation, thoroughly coating the twins’ hands in her juices.
The woods echoed her screams over the loud rushing of the waterfall as she squirted for the first time in her life, her body forcibly relinquishing its reservoir of
fluids all over the incestuous hands of her twin sisters.

Sampling the juices she deposited on their hands, the twins kissed and caressed her body from head to toe, working their fingers and tongues underneath the folds of
the clothes she was still wearing, massaging her sore flesh as she lay prostrate on the leafy ground, her pussy still pulsing with lustful tension.

She needed more.

“Oh fuck yes, give it to me guys. Make me cum again.”

“Oh, don’t worry sissy, we’ll make you cum…”

“…we’ll make you cum if we get to cum with you.”

“I’ll try my best, but I don’t think I’m as great at this as you guys are.”

“Well, we have had lots of practice silly…”

“…years of practice.”

She blushed as she remembered seeing the twins on her first night. “I know guys. I have a confession to make. I was getting off in bed to the sound of you both on the
night I first came here. Then I got naked and went to your door and watched. It was so fucking hot. You guys were amazing. That was right before…” She felt a lump
forming in her throat.

The twins began tugging at her clothes. She eagerly responded by letting them undress her. They surprised her when they abruptly stood up, ran, and dove headlong into
the water. They splashed playfully at each other, giggling and squealing youthfully. Suddenly, they were kissing passionately, their tongues dancing together between
each others’ lips, their chests and shoulders pressing together. She felt a sudden warmth between her legs.

Next thing she knew, she was stepping silkily into the water, her lustful gaze never leaving the forbidden fruit on display before her eyes. Once in the water, the
twins turned their attentions on her, pressing her against the smooth rocks lining the water’s edge. Each twin placed a hand between her legs. Returning the favor, she
lifted a hand up to each of the girls’ mounds, slowly parting the folds of their pussies in search of their sensitive clits. Grinding on each others’ hands, the three
sisters swapped tongues in between sudden grunts and moans of incestuous pleasure, their soft breasts and hard nipples rubbing sensuously, slippery from the icy water.

This time, the three sisters climaxed together, their exposed bodies huddled together tightly, their limbs quivering in unison. It was time to go…

As the three sisters arrived in town, her heart pounded in her chest. It was an unexpected thrill knowing that passersby could see the stiffness of her nipples and the
pinkness of her aureolas as her translucent white top clung to her damp breasts. She got off knowing that the eyes of so many envious and horny men and women of
various ages were on her. She inwardly hoped that her edgy, erotic anxiety would help her overcome the reluctance she held concerning her destination and what she
intended to do when she got there. She didn’t want to think about what was happening–what she would be doing. She just wanted it to be over.

The twins brought her before a dingy apartment building. The twins walked up the steps and hit a call button. While they conversed with someone on the intercom, she
noticed a young redhead about her age watching her intensely from what looked like a bedroom window. Feeling spontaneous and caught up in the moment, she put on her
brightest smile, lifted her top, and flashed her tits at the redhead. She was surprised when the redhead abruptly stood up in full view of the window and flashed her
back. The redhead had pale skin and freckles dappled her chest. The redhead leaned against the window pane, pressing her firm tits flat against the glass.

Just then, the door of the building opened. She turned around to see a man with a gaunt face step out onto the street. She turned back to the redhead only to find a
blanket covering the window where she had been.

“Follow me,” the man said. “I never do business inside this part of the building.”

She and the twins followed him down an alley. They stopped in an alcove that housed a couple of dumpsters. There were no windows in this part of the alley. There was a
moderately dim light hanging over an emergency exit door.

“This part of the building was sealed off after a fire. I busted the door a while back and started using the old storage space for my ‘transactions.’ I also keep my
merchandise stored here, guns included.” He fiddled with a lock which was binding a heavy chain to the door. “Ladies first,” he said with a plastic grin, gesturing for
them to enter first.

She followed as the twins led the way into the building. Clearly, they knew where they were going. They arrived into a surprisingly spacious room filled with filing
cabinets, furniture, and a large bed as the room’s centerpiece. She continued to look around the room for a little over a minute.

“So who’s first?” She turned around to find the man already undressed, his cock hard and waiting.

One of the twins knelt down before him and began giving him head. The other twin lay back on the bed before him, spreading her legs, and began finger-fucking herself.

“And what about you? You want that gun or not?”

She hesitated for a moment. Then she got on the bed, lifted her skirt, and began grinding her hips into the twin’s sweetness. She hoped that if she focused on the
twins, this would be so much easier. She flinched as she suddenly felt the man’s fingers roughly exploring the tender flesh between her legs. She took a deep breath
and tried to tell herself that she was enjoying this. But she couldn’t fool herself. She was sure that the man got off thinking it was him who would be using her, but
she also knew deep down that she was using him too. This horny fuck was just a means to an end for her. As this dawned on her, her reluctance slowly began to fade. She
didn’t want to fuck the guy, but she did want what he had to offer, and fucking him was the easiest way to get it. So be it, she thought.

“Don’t keep a horny girl waiting,” she teased playfully. “Are you gonna fuck me or what?”

The man hesitated for a moment. It seemed he was as surprised at her as she was at herself. “So you really want my cock in you that badly, huh baby?”

“You have no idea. I want your cum in me. Fuck me. Please baby. Fuck me.” She thought she was overselling her performance a little too much, but she figured this guy
probably preferred it that way anyway.

Pushing the twin aside, he pulled her onto her stomach and yanked her skirt down her legs. He proceeded by flipping her over on her back and spreading her legs wide.
He took a brief moment to position his cock at her entrance, then he thrusted painfully into her and began pounding into her hard and fast, obviously looking to serve
his own selfish gratification. Without missing a beat, he pulled her top over her head and threw it aside. He groped at her tits, pressing them together, then
pinched and twisted her nipples hard. She winced in pain.

“Yeah baby, you like that? You like that you dirty little whore, huh? You naughty little girl.”

She smirked at his last choice of name calling and decided to follow his lead. “Yeah daddy, I like that. I like it when you hurt my little titties like that daddy.”

The twins seemingly at a loss as to what role they should play in this climbed on the bed, lay on their sides facing opposite of each other, and began to 69 sideways,
one of the twin’s pussies on display for the dealer, the other clearly visible for her, and began eating each other out.

“You want my cum, you dirty little whore? You want your daddy to cum inside your tight little pussy?”

“Yeah daddy, I want your cum inside me. Cum for me daddy. Cum for your dirty little girl.”

His body tensed up and he began thrusting into her with slow, hard, jabs as he began pouring his cum into his client’s pussy, his head ripe with taboo fantasies. Her
only thought was that if this guy had any children, he deserved what her own father had coming to him…

As she and the twins got dressed, the dealer’s cum dripping pointlessly down her inner thigh, he rummaged through some cabinets in the corner of the room.

He walked over with the gun, a silver revolver, and told them if they ever needed anything to come back soon. He turned to lead them out the door. A thought flashed
through her mind. What if the dealer gave them a gun that doesn’t even work? Only one way to find out…

Pop. The dealer dropped to the ground, a hole in the back of his head. She felt nothing. No remorse. Her only concern now was whether she had enough bullets to finish
the job she had set out to do now that she had wasted one. She checked the gun. Five left. Just enough. Poetic. Utterly fucking poetic.

As the three made their way back down the alley, they noticed the redhead waiting for them in a long brown trench coat. Her heart fluttered when she noticed the
redhead’s feet were bare. Was she naked underneath?

“If you guys ever want a good time, call me. Or maybe if you just want to talk or something. Whatever works for you. Here…” The redhead opened the trench coat and
pulled a piece of paper out of the inside pocket, revealing that she was indeed stark naked underneath.

As she took the paper from the redhead’s hand, the look in her eyes made her pause. She had seen the same look in the twins’ eyes too.

The redhead gave the three of them one more teasing glance at her goods as she opened the coat, lifted the back, and flashed them her ass, baring her exposed front to
the other side of the street in the process. The twins lifted their dresses up, baring all but their shoulders. The twins and the redhead giggled at each other.

As they made their way out of town, the gun tucked precariously under the waistband of her skirt where even the dumbest cop could see it, she asked the twins what was
up with the redhead.

“We’ve kind of known her for a while.”

“Father has brought us here before when he buys stuff from the dealer.”

“Yeah, but he usually makes us wait out front.”

“One day we flashed her our boobs.”

“After a few times, she began doing it too.”

“We never talked to her before. We’ve never even seen her come outside.”

“Something about you sis must be special. What’s the paper say?”

She opened the paper she held in her hand. “It says ‘Meet me at the park on the south side of town if you wanna get to know me. Here’s my number if you decide you want
to.’ Is it like a date or something?” The twins just shrugged.

When they finally got home, they hid the gun under the trailer outside and prayed no one would find it. It was well after dark, only a few hours before midnight. She
followed the twins into the room they shared and watched them daintily strip out of their blue dresses, carefully hanging them in the closet. The twins led her to the
bathroom and drew a bubble bath. The three of them washed each other’s hair and backs. There was some light fingering and plenty of kissing and groping, but the three
were too exhausted by the day’s events for any more sexual adventures. The three dried off and returned to the twins’ room, crawled under the covers, and clung to each
others’ bare flesh, the three of them happier than they had been in such a long, long time. As sleep crept up on her, the nagging thought that the nightmare wasn’t
quite over yet tormented her, filling her dreams with anxiety, suffering, and a lust for forbidden flesh and the blood of her twisted kin.

Thursday:

She awoke the next morning to the sound of moaning. The twins were still fast asleep. Remembering the deposit that the dealer had left in her pussy the day before, she
dressed in her clothes from the day before and ventured into the kitchen to find herself in the midst of a small orgy. Her father’s siblings were fucking on the
kitchen counter, her aunt’s mountainous cleavage swaying dangerously with every thrust. Her brother was standing beside the kitchen table, his cock in his mother’s
mouth, her step-mother bent sharply over a kitchen chair being ass-fucked by her father.

Hoping to stay invisible, she made her way past her brother as he began to cum on his mother’s face, her experienced hand guiding where his cock was aiming, she went
to the cabinet where the pills were kept. As she filled a glass of water and swallowed a pill, she turned to find her step-mother apparently staring at her ass.

“You’re mine today. I was gonna pick out something for you to wear, but…” She looked her up and down. “I think this’ll do just fine. We leave in ten minutes.”

Afraid of what might happen if she asked questions, she sat in the living room and stared blankly at the flascreen, waiting for the worst to come.

Ten minutes later, her step-mother came out of her bedroom wearing a cheap business suit–one of those gray skirt numbers that make even the most pleasant female look
like an uptight bitch. Something about the way the suit fit her seemed off, but she couldn’t figure out how. She rode shotgun as they drove into town. Around nine,
they pulled up in front of a large, seemingly vacant office complex on the other side of town. When they stepped inside, she was greeted by the sight of about a dozen
men and women. Some of the women looked about her age. The older women and all of the men were wearing suits or formal wear of some kind. The younger females were
dressed kind of provocatively, not unlike herself, though some of their clothes looked much more or much less nicer than her own. Judging by the looks on their faces,
she wasn’t the only one who wished she could be somewhere else at that very moment.

Then one of the females caught her eye. It was the redhead. She appeared as shocked as she was for them to be seeing each other under such circumstances.

“Welcome everyone. It’s good to see so many of you attending today. Much better than last year, I must say. And such beautiful daughters you’ve all brought. Let us
begin. Show your money.”

Four men and three women stepped forward, drew a wad of money from various places–jacket pockets, suitcases, bras–and placed it in a pile on a small table in the
center of the room. Her step-mother stepped forward and collected the money, putting it in a suitcase with a fancy lock. From within the suitcase, she pulled out
several slips of paper and a small black bag with a drawstring.

“Write your last names on these. We each draw from the bag. If you draw your own name, put it back and take another. No one gets to play favorites. You get the girl
you draw. No refunds. No complaints. Let’s draw.”

Her step-mother drew first. She got the redhead. One of the women, probably a mother of one of the other girls, pulled her name. She was being whored out to a stranger
for money. Her mother was a prostitute, and yet her mother had spared her from this fate for so long. How could this be happening now?

There was a number of furniture pieces in the large space. The woman who pulled her name guided her to a bed. The redhead was guided to a St. Peter’s cross by her
step-mother. Watching for a brief moment, she watched her step-mother strip to reveal a very revealing leather outfit beneath her cheap suit. She began to strap the
redhead to the cross when the woman pushed her on the bed. The woman rolled her over, yanked up her skirt, and began slapping her ass hard. Unprepared for the assault,
she tried to resist the bitch. Bad move. She yanked her head back by her hair and put a firm grip on her throat with the other hand. She could barely breathe. Her
brother had been gentle by comparison. She began to get scared. The woman slipped her hand up the back of her skirt and began forcibly finger-fucking her pussy and ass
simultaneously. If the woman’s hand hadn’t been around her throat, she would’ve screamed in pain. Suddenly, she was on her back. Her top was ripped open. The woman
spat on her pussy, then revealed a strap on from beneath the skirt she was wearing. she lifted her legs high in the air and began thrusting the over-sized toy painfully
into her asshole. The bitch slapped her tits repeatedly, calling her names like whore, slut, and cunt.

After an agonizingly long hour of this nightmare, she vaguely heard her step-mother call the parents over to the table. As the bitch walked away, she dared to sit up
and look around the room at the other girls. She felt guilt on behalf of them all, but the redhead seemed the worst off. She was sobbing heavily. The skin on her ass
and thighs was red with an hour’s worth of slapping. There was blood dripping from her back where she had been lashed so hard that it broke the skin in several places.
Looking more closely, she could see scars from other sessions like these. Almost all of them were on her back, the one part of the girl’s body that she hadn’t revealed
to her and the twins the day before. Her body burned with rage.

“It’s time to go. Get dressed.” The afternoon was spent with her step-mother driving around town making various stops. She paid little attention at first. Then she saw
the redhead in the window. She realized with a start that her mother had gone to see the dealer. Just then, her step-mother got in the vehicle looking scared as fuck.

Secretly savoring the moment, she dared to ask a question. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing… Some asshole stood me up, that’s all.”

She thought she heard her step-mother say under her breath “stupid fuck had it coming anyway…” She looked out the window and smiled to herself. As her step-mother
started the car, she noticed the redhead in the window, looking somber. The redhead waved. She waved back as they pulled away, wondering–hoping even–if she might
ever see the redhead alive again. Even more though, she wondered if the girl would ever be free. Would either of them ever be free?

It was dark again by the time her step-mother finished her errands. She seemed distracted the rest of the day. She took pride in knowing that she was secretly the
cause for her step-mother’s distress. Her father and step-mother were absent for supper. She had a hunch that they were discussing the dealer’s untimely demise. She
overhead bits and pieces of the argument when it was at its loudest. As far as she could make out, they feared a visit from the police because the dealer kept
“records” of some of his transactions. It seemed that if the cops found the incestuous home videos they had been using as bartering chips, the cops would suspect their
involvement in his murder. Even if they were cleared as suspects for his murder, the dealer had enough footage of incest and even a video of the side business her
step-mother had been running which was more than enough to nail them all with a slew of incest and prostitution charges. In short, they were fucked unless they went
back and tried to remove any incriminating evidence.

A new plan was beginning to form in her mind–a new way to get revenge. If only…

“Where were you all day?”

“What do you–“

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit. I came home twice yesterday, and you three were nowhere in sight. Where the fuck were you?” Her step-mother eyed her suspiciously.
She could feel the woman’s eyes trying to probe her thoughts. “Where’s the gun?”

“What the hell are you talking–“

“You don’t know if she had anything to do with it.” She was surprised to hear her father sticking up for her.

“You’re right. As usual, you’re right. I don’t know. But I sure as hell intend to find out. Strip the little bitch and take her to the living room. We’ll fuck it out of
her. And if that isn’t enough, we’ll beat it out of her. I’m not taking any chances.”

She tried to fight them off. She even busted her brother’s nose. But there were just too many of them. Her uncle brought the laptop out from his room. Her brother and
father held her down as her step-mother throat-fucked her with a dildo. She kept this up for almost an hour and a half before letting up.

“This bitch is stubborn. Fine. So she doesn’t need air in her lungs. Let her choke on cum then. Get over here. Hold the bitch down and fuck her till she bleeds. I
could use a good show for once.” With that her step-mother sat on the couch with a twin on either side, the air of a self-righteous queen all over her.

The clock on the wall struck midnight.

Friday:

Her lips cried no, but her body writhed with carnal passion. Her cries fell on deaf ears, but the language her body spoke was one her incestuous family knew well. Her
body began to quiver against her will. She was cumming, and cumming hard. As her uncle, brother, and father filled her every orifice with their cum, and as her
stepmother, aunt, and twin sisters watched with lustful stares, she was filled with so much shame, guilt, and hatred that it felt as though her soul was breaking into
a thousand shards. Even if her entire family died in some “tragic” incident, she knew she would never be free of her family’s sins. She told herself they were the
wrongdoers, but she couldn’t help but feel like she shared some portion of their guilt. She felt guilt and shame for the way she- no, for the way her body responded to
the assault. But more than that, she was seething with shame and self-hatred for being weak and helpless. If only she had been stronger, she wouldn’t be a victim. She
was on the fast track to blaming herself like countless others before her. She couldn’t blame herself for what her body felt, but being weak… that was unforgivable.
She would learn to punish her body for taking pleasure in the things she hated. More than this, she would learn to be strong in her mind, unbreakable, even as her body
was being violated by her own flesh and blood. That day, she learned to dissociate from her body. Nothing terrible that happened to her would ever be real again. She
would always find freedom in her own mind. She would always have a place to run and hide, no matter how many times she was raped and violated, whether it was by her
own family or any other sick fuck. After all, no one could possibly blame her for what her body did.

“This is ridiculous. Why won’t she give in already?” Her step-mother clearly wasn’t satisfied with how things were turning out.

“Because maybe the bitch really doesn’t know anything.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Her brother went to the window.

“It’s the fucking cops!”

Three weeks later:

She was waiting at the park with the twins. An anonymous caller had ratted out her step-mom and identified her as the last person to see the dealer alive. She would later discover the redhead was the caller. The police weren’t convinced that her step-mother was the murderer, but the revolver they later found underneath the trailer–conveniently wiped of prints–seemed to indicate that she was the most likely suspect. Add to that the orgy of evidence at the murder site, and the police were quick to start pressing charges on many people. Nothing the police found indicated that she or the twins had any involvement, but the same couldn’t be said of her father, step-mother, brother, aunt, or uncle. Each of them was being charged with everything from incest and rape to prostitution and theft. A lot had apparently happened before she had shown up that she knew little to nothing about.

She felt better not knowing. She had her own burdens to bear. But today was different…

“Hey guys. You showed up?” It was the redhead. Her mother had gotten slapped with a number of prostitution charges. She was finally free. “I’m glad you could all make
it here just to see me.”

“You’re worth it,” she said, smiling brightly. She was beginning to think she’d never see the redhead again. “So what is it you wanted to talk to us about?”

“I’m getting this new place outside of town. It’s kinda out of my price range right now till I get a better job. I was hoping you guys might want to, um– to come live
with me? Ya know, together. I mean, it doesn’t have to mean anything, but… I was hoping you guys might want to… get to know me… or something…”

She glanced at the twins. They smiled approvingly. “Of course. We’d love to live with you. Just one question…”

“Ask me anything.”

“Is it clothing optional?”

The redhead smiled her brightest smile yet. “Heehee. Always.”

For once in her life, things were finally going right. She couldn’t wait for her next string of adventures. But that’s a story for another time…

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

This chain of events commenced when I went shopping to purchase a new leather skirt or slacks. I wanted them so I could highlight my ass for my man – and the male and female guests we entertain for our mutual sexual pleasure.

Thirty minutes after I arrived home from my shopping I am feeling good after a shower as I try on my skin tight leather slacks to show my man. Fresh make up, killer heels and a white silk blouse – the silk does feel good on my naked nipples.

“Do you like my new slacks baby?,” I smile as I pose with my legs apart.

“Fucking sensational baby, I can’t wait to slide them off you.”

“How about topless in the slacks, do you like that baby?,” I tease as I shrug off my blouse.

“Fucking sensational baby, look at your nipples, you know how to turn me on.”

“Does my ass look big in them baby?,” I tease as I turn my back to him and pose with legs apart. My ass is totally naked poking out of my backless slacks.

“Absolutely fucking sensational baby, you know how to turn me on, really turn me on. Love your ass, love it,” he moans as he licks and kisses my ass cheeks.

“Do you want to fuck me, lick me, or a blow job,” I tease as he slides my slacks down to my ankles, and grabs my ass cheeks as I brace my hands against the wall.

“Fuck you baby, while I have your glorious big ass cheeks in my hands. Fuck you hard and fast baby. Your ass is such a turn on for me,” he moans as he rams his nine inch erection me.

“Tell me where you purchased those slacks and what happened when you tried them on?,” Roger asks in the afterglow.

“That shop that sells those very sexy clothes and costumes. My intention was to buy a very short leather skirt that didn’t close properly to leave my naked ass exposed for you. I made a point of asking for a male shop assistant to help me try it on. Henry was a spunky man in his early twenties, perhaps bi-sex.

“He told me company policy insisted a female be present for fittings such as these. Fine by me I told him. Janet was also early twenties, attractive, and a bi-sex, lipstick lesbian I guessed. They both appealed to me sexually, even though they were half my age.

“I had planned this moment to tease myself and hopefully the shop assistant, you know what I am like baby. I was wearing a skirt, blouse and a skimpy g-string with my heels. Janet handed me a leather skirt to try on. ‘My hands are full Henry, will you take my skirt off for me,’ I asked as I watched the reaction of both of them in the dressing room mirrors on all the walls.

“You know how I love flaunting my naked body. Not quite naked at that moment but my almost naked ass in my tiny g-string was the center of attention at that moment as they both ogled it.

“Janet was very helpful as she fitted the skirt for me as Henry watched on with an obvious erection showing under his trousers. Janet asked me is this was the look I wanted. Is it for your man? Yes, I told her and perhaps some other men and women, we entertain on a regular basis.

“You are a class act Sarah, I have something more subtle for you,” Janet told me as she handed me the slacks I wore for you. She told Henry to take off the leather skirt for me. His hands were shaking as I helped him take the skirt off. Let me help you I told him as I took his hand and brushed it across my ass.

“Janet helped me on with the slacks.

“What do you think Henry?”

“Let me try them without my g-string, better still completely naked?” I teased as I had both of them hooked. You know I love to flaunt my naked body for both sexes at the same time

“Would you two like to be our guests this Saturday? You can see what my slacks look like on me at home. You can also watch my man’s reaction.”

After the purchase Janet took me to the coffee bar in the shop. She asked lots of questions. “Are you serious about Saturday? Are you and your man bisexual? How big is he? How many times in a session can he get it up?”

Then it was my turn to ask questions. “Are you and Henry a couple? Are you and your man bisexual? How big is he? How many times in a session can he get it up?Your tits are bigger than mine, what size? Would you like to have sex with both of us? No fucking, just oral sex, outer sex.”

“I thought my man was big, seven and half inches. I would love to have your man’s nine-inches, so would Henry. Did I tell you he can get it up four or five times in a session? Can’t wait for Saturday Sarah, she whispered as we tongue kissed before I departed. “And I would love you to pleasure my thirty-four D tits.”

“And I almost forgot to tell you, I love being licked and teased, and I am multi-orgasmic.” I added as we kissed again.

“This very exciting for us baby, a male and a female half our age, for our mutual pleasure,” I tell my man Roger at seven-thirty as we prepare for them.

They arrive right on time. We have set up two carver chairs in front of our full length wall mirror.

I am wearing my new leather slacks to please our guests. I am excited at the thought of flaunting my naked ass for them. I want them to worship it as foreplay while my man watches. I am wearing my killer heels, the slacks and a silk blouse long enough to cover my naked ass.

“Love the leather slacks we sold you Sarah,” they both smile as Roger and I look them over.

Janet is wearing a long, below the knee light-weight coat and asks Roger to hang it up for her. “One of the benefits of working where we do is the costumes we can hire. Do you like the Saint Trinian’s look?”

Roger obviously does as he ogles her very short skirt, the front of it barely covers her obviously naked cunt lips, The back is even shorter and ends halfway up her exposed, naked ass cheeks. Her nipples are obvious, poking into her skimpy, white cotton shirt.

Her man Henry is wearing leather trousers and a leather jacket – the macho look.

Lots of sexual tension as I decide to take the initiative. “How do my slacks look on me when I am topless?,” I tease as Roger slowly undoes the buttons on my blouse and opens it to expose my erect nipples.

“You are turning three people on baby, me especially,” he whispers as he licks my erect nipples as I watch the rapt reaction from Janet and Henry. I do love receiving sexual pleasure with others watching and turning them on.

I am enjoying being the center of attention as Roger turns me around and momentarily lifts my blouse above my ass cheeks, licks and kisses both of them, then turns me around again so I am facing our guests.

“Our guests want to see you completely topless in your new slacks baby, so do I,” he tells me as he removes the blouse before he sucks on each very erect nipple.

“This is why Sarah purchased these slacks. She loves to flaunt and tease her glorious, big ass for our guests. And it looks sensational in those slacks.” Roger tells them as I circle around them with my hands on hips.

“Face the wall and lean on it with your hands, legs apart baby. Do you want Janet and Henry to worship your ass like I am?”

“Yes, you know I do. Both of them at the same time,” I answer. I can feel their excitement as a male and female half my age are licking and kissing my ass cheeks simultaneously. And I do like my man watching and enjoying. Wonderful foreplay for all of us.

“Would you like that as well Janet?,” Roger asks as he places her hands on the wall and lifts her skirt. I am not sure if I am jealous, envious or turned as Henry and I watch him licking and kissing her lovely, well formed ass.

Henry makes me feel better as he licks and kisses my ass. “I could lick and kiss your glorious ass all day Sarah, a real woman’s ass, especially while I watch your man doing the same to my lady,” he whispers as puts my hand on his trousers. “I have had that erection ever since I first saw your naked ass.”

“Show it to me then Henry.”

He is wearing just a skimpy, crotch-less leather g-string. His thick cock is impressive on his slender body. And I do like his gorgeous, taut ass. I am going to enjoy showing him my blow job skills.

Roger is undressing Janet. Skirt and cotton top, leaving her in just a very sexy cup-less bra with lots of intricate straps.

“You are our guests tonight, we want to pleasure both of you and be pleasured by both of you,” Roger tells them as he sits them side-by-side in the chairs.

“We love edging our guests,” I tell both of them as I stand behind Henry and tease his nipples. Roger is standing behind Janet and teasing her already erect nipples.

I am pleased at the size of Henry’s already erect, thick cock. Seven and half inches just as Janet said, as I kneel between his legs and lick, suck, then nibble his nipples. Roger is doing exactly the same to Janet as they watch each each other in the mirror.

I love the vibe and tension when two couples are having sex in close proximity. Right now that vibe and tension is extra special as my man and I are swapping partners.

“Have you ever had a blow job from a woman my age while you ogled her big ass in the mirror behind her,” I tease as I take his rock hard cock between my lips.

“Am I good Henry? Do you like looking at my ass in the mirror while I sucking your cock,” I ask rhetorically, after a few minutes, enjoying the power I have over him as he is breathing very heavily. I decide to edge him by lightly running a finger tip along his rock hard erection, as I lick and suck just the tip of it.

“Am I good Henry? You haven’t told me,” I tease, Before he can answer he has hit the back of my throat.

“Our turn to sit in the chairs while you pleasure us,” I smile as Roger and I sit with our arms resting on the arms of the chairs with our legs apart a little later.

“Who you do want honey?,” Janet asks Henry. I am hoping he will choose my man so Janet can lick me while I watch him blowing Roger.

Without saying a word Henry stands behind Roger and teases his nipples while Janet teases mine, just as we had done to them earlier. Henry has another erection as he licks and sucks Roger’s nipples. “I have never had a man as big as you Roger. You are magnificent,” Henry whispers with a tremor in his voice as he licks and sucks his balls, then licks and kisses the underside of the full length of his erection.

“Your man is huge Sarah, he has my man very excited,” Janet whispers as Roger stands and slides on the cock ring he had in his hand, then teases while we all watch as he slowly clips it under his balls. From experience I know when Roger wears that type of cock ring he really wants to enjoy the blow job on offer.

“Make him work for it baby. Your turn on is my turn on,” I mutter as I watch Henry slide my man’s very erect cock between his tightly pursed lips as Janet is sucking my rock hard nipples.

Then she is licking her way up the insides of my thighs. “I have wanted to fuck you with my tongue ever since you teased me with your naked body.”

“Me too, so have I,” I moan as her tongue finds the tip of my engorged clit.

Henry is teasing and edging my man as he licks his nipples while he strokes his erection with his fingertips.

“Your huge cock is magnificent, and so hard for me,” Henry whispers just before he recommences sucking it, while teasing Roger’s nipples at the same time.

“Put your legs over my shoulders Sarah,” Janet tells me as I readily comply. Then Janet is teasing my nipples with her fingertips as she has me close to orgasm. A huge extra turn on for me as I watch my man soaking up the sexual pleasure of his blow job from a man half his age.

Without saying a word Roger stands and motions for Henry to change places and sit in the chair. “Scratch my ass, two hands, harder,” Roger is moaning with his hands on Henry’s head as he feeds his raging erection between his tightly pursed lips in a fucking motion.

He is edging himself as he withdraws and strokes his erection. I love watching while I am being licked and pleasures. His thick, nine-inch erection encased in an evil looking cock ring clipped under his balls really is magnificent, I muse as I compare it with Henry’s seven-and-half inches.

I have had my cunt licked and pleasured by numerous males and females. Despite her young age, or perhaps because of it, Janet is very, very talented as she has me ready to orgasm in a very short time, while I watch her man blowing my man.

She has her two thumb tips near the top of my cunt lips and is manipulating them as she teases me with her tongue.

“You are very talented, your tongue is magic, fucking magic, so good,” I mutter, then moan as I orgasm again, hoping my man is watching.

“I want you to squirt for me Sarah, will you do that for me?,” she whispers after my third orgasm as she curls a finger into me while licking me. She really is good. Her finger is magic in sync with her tongue.

I am concentrating so I can coincide my squirt stream with a mind-blowing g-spot orgasm. I also want to coincide with my man’s orgasm. And I especially want Henry to watch me squirt.

“Harder, harder, hurt me, pleasure and pain, I love it,” my man is moaning as he glances at me being pleasured. Henry is raking his nails over Roger’s ass cheeks while he is sliding his erection between Henry’s tightly pursed lips in a fucking motion.

A magical sexual moment as my man and I are about to orgasm in sync. Another man has him on the edge. Another woman has me on the edge.

I am fighting to hold back a huge orgasm as I watch my man use the tips of his thumb and middle fingers of two hands to tease just the tip of his erection.

“So good, so fucking good,” he groans, his knees trembling as he gushes.

“Watch me Henry, watch what your lady is doing to me, this is for you,” I moan seconds later. I love an audience. My body is shaking as I have a tremendous orgasm and squirt.

“Too early to call it a night, what else can we do for our guests sexual pleasure baby?,” I ask my man as we are tongue kissing while standing. We are both completely naked, apart from my heels. We are both standing with our hands on hips. The only contact we have is our tongues and lips.

Then just as I hoped, Henry is on his knees, kissing and licking my ass cheeks. Even better my man is enjoying the three-way almost as much as me. He has another full on erection as he watches in the wall mirror as Henry worships my ass.

Two men are pleasuring me with their tongues and lips while another woman watches. I love it. Even better when my man teases a fingertip among my cunt lips.

Then he kneels and licks my cunt lips while another man is kissing my ass.

“Lets fuck while they watch,” my man whispers.

“Better still, I will give you a blow job while they watch. I want Henry to lick and kiss my ass while I am blowing you. Would you like that baby?,” I tease.

“You know I have fantasized about this for years baby, another man worshiping my ass while I blow you. Even better, a man half my age, while his lady watches,” I tell him as we organize ourselves.

“Enjoy baby, I really do want this,” I whisper as he slides his erection between my lips.

“You two are awesome, I love watching you sucking your man’s nine-inch erection while my man is kissing your ass. You are really turning me on,” Janet whispers. “I have been timing you, ten minutes and counting.

I can see her take Henry’s hand. “Watch Sarah blowing her man while I blow you like never before, honey.”

“So good baby, while I watch Janet blowing her man.”

“So good honey, while I watch Sarah blowing her man.”

Then just as I hoped the two men are masturbating for Janet and I.

“That was an awesome night Sarah,” Janet smiles as they depart. “Just you and I soon Sarah.”

“Yes, very soon Janet. We have unfinished business.”

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As requested, here is the third part of the story, and although it isn’t as long as the others, you’ll have to make do, and thay includes you, Tricky, even if you do seem to be my most vocal supporter. I’m not goint to promise a fourth part, but we’ll see if any other ideas come my way.

Settling down with Mistress

As you might expect from a little girl, Claudette threw a tantrum at being uprooted when her ‘father’ took the job at the veterans’ hospital, but that was the only tantrum. Even at her age, she understood just important it was to her ‘dad’ that she became a nurse. We asked what she thought would make the transition easier, and we very were surprised when she said that having a sister might be nice. There were still a number of war orphans in institutions, so within a couple of months of us settling into our new home, Claudette got a little sister. Yvonne was eight, to Claudette’s ten, but unlike Claudette, Yvonne had no memories of her parents. Information on Yvonne was a little sketchy, too. Her father was a soldier killed during the German invasion, and her mother was killed in an accident of some kind. That was really all we knew when we adopted her. At the beginning, she was quiet and shy, but she slowly left her shell behind, and became a typical, loud child, devoted to her big sister. We worried, at first, that Claudette would be jealous of Yvonne, but that was a problem that never occurred. In fact she was as fiercely protective of her little sister as Mistress had been with me. Being orphans gave them at least as much in common as two blood sisters ever had with each other.

As you might expect from a horny, red-blooded young woman like yours truly, I found Mistress’ new uniform to be very sexy; (far more so than her old one, even if it was far less elegant), and many times I insisted on taking her to bed while she wore most of it, (minus her knickers of course!)

Right from the beginning of my servitude to Mistress, nine years earlier, I very rarely used foul language, even in bed, which was usually the only time that Mistress did. My first real attempt was a surprise for Mistress, on a day that she came home from work visibly distressed. Both of our daughters were at school, and would be out of the way for several hours. Even as Mistress walked in the door to the house, I could tell that she was upset. My first thought was that she’d lost a patient, but that had happened before, and hadn’t effected her like that. My second thought was the patient had been a child, because Mistress loved children, and the idea of her being upset at losing one made far more sense than the idea of her being upset at the death of an adult. I was going to need to soothe my Mistress, the way I always had in the past, when she was upset.

After she hung up her coat, I wrapped my arms around my Mistress, grabbed her buttocks and kissed her lips. I told her that I thought she should take a long soak in the tub, and I offered to make her a cup of coffee. I’d take it to her while she soaked. After Mistress went upstairs, I heard the bath running, and headed into the kitchen to prepare Mistress’ cup of coffee. After several minutes, I took Mistress her coffee, and sat on the edge of the bath and listened to her day as she drank the coffee. I discovered that Mistress had been present when a little girl of three had died there. As Mistress began to cry again, I reached down to cup her chin in my hands, and then leaned further down to kiss her. “When you get out of the bath, I’ll help dry your skin and hair Mistress. After that, take me into the bedroom and I’ll make you feel better.”

After a few minutes, Mistress finished her coffee and got out of the bath. As she stood in the bathroom, naked, and covered in water, I dried Mistress’ body. Whilst doing so, I couldn’t resist fondling Mistress’ magnificent body. She put on a dressing gown, grabbed me by my left hand, and asked “What are you going to do, in order to soothe me, my Princess?”
“What I always do Mistress; kiss your lovely red lips, suck your big firm tits, and finger your succulent, sweet cunt!”
Mistress’ eyes widened at my choice of words and asked, “And what are you going to do after that?”
“After that, Mistress, I’m going to grab the big brush handle, put you on your knees, and fuck you in your tight arse, while I continue to finger your cunt and squeeze your tits!” Mistress smiled for the first time that day, released my hand and dropped her dressing gown to the floor. “Why wait to go into the bedroom,” she asked, while leaning against one of the walls, and presenting her bum to me. “Everything you’ll need to mount me is beside the toilet bowl, Princess. The cunt’s here, Mistress; just come and shove your fingers up it as you know I need you to do!”
“I’m to be Mistress?”
“Yes Mistress; I need to be dominated today, like you did before. Just do me a favour, and swear at me a lot more this time!”

I closed the bathroom door I leaned back against it; admiring Mistress’ body. She was thirty three, yet didn’t look a day over twenty five. Her choice of words on her last birthday were, “I’m in my early thirties, yet I’ve got the tits of a woman ten years my junior!” She did, too; early thirties; two years older than me, and her impressive pair of baby-feeders was somewhat firmer than my not quite so impressive pair was!

Leaning against the door, I put my hands onto my hips and told Mistress to put on her uniform. I overruled her objections, in the way I thought that she would want. “I told you to put on the uniform, now, bitch!” Mistress immediately began to get dressed, as I ordered. “Good girl,” I said, as she began putting her clothes on.

After that, I simply watched Mistress dress, the way I had done, so many times in the past. Then, as she stood in the bathroom, fully dressed, I began to give my Mistress what I was so sure she wanted. I walked around her as she simply stood there. “Tasty,” I announced, as I grabbed Mistress’ hips, and turned her to face the empty wall. “Lean against it,” I ordered. Mistress duly obeyed, placing her hands onto the wall, and leaning her entire weight on them. I walked to Mistress’, right side and grabbed her right arm. I gently applied pressure to her arm, and bent it so that she was resting her weight on her entire forearm. Then I did the same with her left arm. In her submissive position, I opened her blouse and eased her breasts out of the bra cups that constrained them. “Nice tits, nursie,” I announced, as I fondled them, feeling Mistress’ nipples harden under my touch. After which I pulled down Mistress’ knickers and demanded that she step out of them.

I knelt down behind my submissive little nurse and lifted her skirt up, revealing her bottom. It was a lovely sight, too! Blowing gently onto Mistress’ bumhole, I commanded her to, “Wiggle your arse for me, nursie.” Watching Mistress wiggle her bum, I asked, “Is this how a nurse gets promoted where you work? Do you do this for the doctors?”
“No Mistress. Of course not, Mistress.”
“Don’t the single doctors like getting your knickers off; putting you on an empty bed, with your arse in the air, and take turns fucking you like the dirty little bitch that all nurses are?”
“The only person I drop my knickers and bend over for is you, Mistress!”
“Me?”
“Yes Mistress; I swear!”
“Good girl,” I whispered, “I should be the only one!”

I stood up and walked to where Mistress had stashed our toys. There, I found the two small toys, the large toy, a tub of Vaseline and a pair of nylons. I picked up one of the nylons and returned to kneeling behind Mistress. “Put your hands behind your back,” I ordered in what I thought was a firm tone of voice.
“But…” she began to protest.
“Now!” I interrupted.
“What am I going to support myself on, Mistress?” my pretty little nurse asked.
“Those fine big tits of your should do as cushions; you’re not fat, and they’re big enough,” I said, as I placed a hand between Mistress’ shoulder blades, and began to press the upper part of her body towards the wall. As Mistress’ breasts squashed up against the wall, she placed her hands behind her back, as I commanded, and I again told her that she was a good girl. I fastened the nylon around her wrists and tied it quite tightly. I then pulled the back of her skirt up and told her to keep hold of it. I wished I had a camera, at that moment, because the image was so erotic.

“Alright, nursie, open your legs and shove out your arse,” was my next demand. Mistress obeyed immediately; giving me what I wanted. Following that, I sat down and poked my head between Mistress’ thighs, from the back, to get at her sweet sex, and the taste I was so fond of. Mistress juices were flowing quite freely, and I lapped them up as quickly as I could. Mistress had taught me the art of what she called, “Finger assisted cunt eating,” and she had taught me very well. I worked on Mistress with both hands and my tongue, and stimulated her to orgasm.

Following on from that, I pulled Mistress away from the wall, turned her round and placed my hands on her shoulders. “On your knees, little nurse, it’s your turn to perform.” I pulled my skirt up and yanked my knickers down. “Eat my cunt, nurse, and eat it well!” Mistress shuffled closer, on her knees, and began to lick my sex. She could do little else with her hands behind her back, but she was always good with her tongue.

With her hair wrapped around my hands, Mistress couldn’t move away without tearing her own hair out, so she could do little but perform on me the way I expected. Standing there with my eyes closed, feeling Mistress’ tongue circling my sensitive clitoris, and feeling my orgasm building, I was never in any doubt how I felt about my Mistress; I loved her so much. There was also the thought that she must feel the same way about me, otherwise she wouldn’t have been doing what she was. After my own orgasm washed over me, I released Mistress’ hair, and pulled her to the standing position. After I manoeuvred Mistress back to her old position by the wall, pulled her hips out, and pressed her back up against it, returning the back of Mistress’ skirt into her hands. Reaching for the tub of Vaseline, I massaged a large quantity of it into Mistress’ lovely plump bum. She knew what was coming, or so she thought. I was giving her one idea, while intending to do something else. Beginning with just one, I began to feed my fingers into Mistress’ tight bumhole, and listened to the sounds of pleasure she made as I did so. I managed to get three of them in there, as deep as my last set of knuckles, and I’d never previously achieved more than two fingers knuckle deep. I’m sure that Mistress would forgive me for saying that she was doing a good vocal impression of a porn actress on the receiving end of a big cock, as my fingers thrust in and out of her rectum.

I knew that Mistress was close to orgasm, so I fed three further fingers into her sopping wet sex, and waited. The orgasm did not take long, and was very loud; I don’t think I’d ever heard Mistress squeal quite so loudly before, nor had I felt her body shake so much. Mistress’ legs gave way under her, and if I hadn’t caught her, she may well have collapsed onto the floor and been hurt. I had to catch her, because with her hands tied behind her back, she wouldn’t have been able to stop her fall. I lowered Mistress to the floor, and allowed her to recover from her orgasm, as I looked at her beautiful body, and fondled her rock hard breasts.

After her breathing returned to normal, I grabbed my Mistress by the waistband of her skirt and told to stand up. I opened the bathroom door and stood behind Mistress. I replaced the back of her skirt into her hands, and after picking up the largest of our toys, deliberately ran my right hand around her crotch, inserted my index finger into her sex and said, “Right then, dirty little nurse. That’s the foreplay over with, so it’s time for the main event! I’m going to take you into the bedroom and fuck your juicy little cunt until you can’t see straight. Now, walk, you dirty little cunt!”

Mistress walked to the bedroom and stood beside the bed. I gently pushed her face down onto the bed and rolled her over onto her back. Putting my half of the big toy where I wanted it, I settled down between Mistress’ thighs, and inserted her half of the big toy. Gently squeezing her big breasts and intermittently kissing her lips, I vigorously made love to my Mistress, listening to the soft moans she made.

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Mistress had her strange tastes when it came to sex; the strangest of which was her fascination in watching me wet my knickers. The very first time that Mistress asked me to do that, I had to be convinced to grant her the wish. Upon her request, I climbed into our bath, and while not knowing what Mistress had in mind, I trusted her. Mistress tied my legs at ankles and knees, so that I couldn’t get up. My arms were fastened behind my back, and then Mistress opened my blouse and popped my breasts out of my bra cups. Then, as she sat on the side of the bath, squeezing my bare breasts, Mistress supplied me with plenty of white wine, knowing that when I drink any kind of wine, it goes through me quite quickly, and in quantity. I pee quite a bit after I drink wine, and Mistress took advantage of that fact to get what she wanted. I first realised what Mistress had in mind when I really needed to pee, and Mistress wouldn’t untie me, to let me get out of the bath.

She told me what she wanted me to do, and I didn’t want to do it. After all, I was almost thirty years old, and women my age do not wet their knickers. I had no alternative, of course; in the long run I was going to have to obey Mistress, or my bladder would burst. Smart woman that she was, Mistress knew all of this, and she cheated; she began to tickle me, knowing what happened when I laughed with a full bladder. “Come on Princess, let the piss out,” Mistress encourage me. After a few seconds, the first trickle exited my bladder and began to soak into the material of my knickers. After another couple of trickles, Mistress noticed the expanding damp patch on my skirt and began to tickle more vigorously. I knew I couldn’t resist Mistress’ attentions much longer, and allowed my bladder to empty itself into my knickers, and soak into them, and into my skirt. It felt particularly humiliating to be lying in a puddle of my own pee, yet it was also surprisingly erotic for a reason I couldn’t explain, even to myself. Mistress placed a hand straight up my wet skirt and into my knickers, despite the fact that both were soaked in my pee. After the hour or more Mistress spent playing with my nipples, they were erect and aching, and my sex was definitely wet, and easily able to accommodate three of Mistress’ fingers. Mistress eased her fingers up, and alternated attentions between my nipples. After my first orgasm, Mistress told me the reason behind what we had done. “That was what I wanted to do to you in your cell, the day we met, but we both know how impossible it was, back then. I wanted to yank down your piss soaked knickers and finger your gash then, but I had to hide my lust for your body, and hope I could get at it later. You’re such a good sport, giving me what I wanted. Now then Princess, a clean skirt and knickers, and more wine for you.”
“Yes, Mistress, although obviously you’ll have to change me.”
“Obviously,” Mistress laughed.

That night in the bath, I wet a total of four pairs of knickers and four skirts. After I wet the last set, Mistress climbed into the bath with me, and she peed on my blouse, to ‘add to the effect.’ Mistress had been holding it in for quite a while, and released a considerable quantity of pee on me. When it was all over, Mistress made love to me on the bathroom floor, and I didn’t even object to still wearing my soaked blouse and the last pair of knickers and skirt, also soaked, while Mistress rode me on the floor after she spanked me and told me how naughty a girl I had been.

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My main trouble was that as I observed my adopted children grow and mature, the more I wanted to have one of my own, and to feel that child growing inside me. Of course, that simply wasn’t possible in my current social situation, so I was going to have to convince Mistress to allow me to have what I wanted, which she often did when I asked at the right time. The question of course, is, ‘what is the right time to ask my Mistress if she’ll give me her permission to commit adultery, especially with a man?’ How did I ask her for permission to let that man make me pregnant, and, of course who, out of the men I knew, would I ask to father that child?

It took several weeks before I encountered the set of circumstances I thought would be suitable. On a night when I had been particularly submissive to Mistress, with my wrists still tied to the headboard of our bed, and we lay on the top of the bed, sated by our lovemaking, I dropped the bombshell! The funny thing, in hindsight, was that Mistress didn’t seem surprised in the slightest by my request to be permitted a baby.

She reached a hand between my legs, rubbed the natural lubrication around my sex, and asked, “You want to let a man put his cock in here Princess?”
“Not really Mistress,” I replied, “but I want a baby, so I suppose I’ll have to let some man do that to me. I would rather not, but there is no other way.”
“I suppose I’ve been expecting this question for a while now. I was beginning to worry that I didn’t know you as well as I thought I did. Even while I was scheming to get into your knickers before the heat of your body had dried them, I wondered if you’d have this instinct in you. If I hadn’t gotten into your knickers more than ten years ago, I suspect that you’d have ended up married a long time ago, and had your husband’s babies long before now. I didn’t expect that I’d be able to keep you for very long; probably no later than the end of the war, even though at the time, I figured that we were going to win it.

I loved you on first sight, despite the situation, never mind the mess you were in, and up until then, I never dreamed it possible that I could. When you arrived at my workplace, I knew instinctively that you were the woman for me, and therefore I knew that I had to save you, in order to have you for my own. The fact that you saved me, three years later, told me that you felt the same way. I never deserved you; I always knew that, but at the time we first…” Mistress’ voice just faded away at that point.
“Never deserved me, Mistress?” I asked, in a puzzled voice, because I didn’t understand what she meant. Mistress had always been kind to me, for as long as we’d been together. She had treated me no differently to the way my father had treated my mother; providing everything for me, giving me presents, paying me considerable attention, and giving me sexual pleasure. That was why I loved her, and intended to stay with her until death separated us.
“No, never! Despite the fact that I never raised a hand to you, what I did to you at the beginning of our relationship was little better than what my men wanted to do to you in your cell. You didn’t offer me your virginity because you wanted me to take it from you. I took it from you by means of blackmail, after scaring you out of your wits, because you knew the alternative to giving me what I asked for. You gave me all of what I wanted, out of fear of what would happen to you if you didn’t. It was the best thing you could do, for yourself. Instinctively, I knew that what I was doing was as much for your benefit as for mine, perhaps more; you almost certainly wouldn’t have survived the alternative, but that thought didn’t ease my conscience as much as I had hoped it would.

Even as you fell asleep in my bed, that very first night, despite knowing what I had saved you from, I felt guilty for what I had done to you; guilty for what I had to do, to get what I wanted. Many years ago you asked me if I’d have done any different if the situations were reversed. If we’d been in London, and you were the one in the uniform, the answer is ‘no,’ I would not have done anything that you didn’t.

I’ve had a guilty conscience for more than a decade, which was only compounded when you saved my arse in Paris, so willingly, despite what I had done to you. I expected that you’d have made me work for it, but you didn’t. I might have felt better about those first six months of freedom if I’d had to earn that freedom, somehow; perhaps if you’d made me beg for it! My salvation was too easy, considering the amount of evil things I’d done; the amount of people that I’d hurt. I guess I can finally make it up to you now, my Princess, regardless of how I feel about your idea.

I won’t like the idea of you bedding a man, but if you’ll follow my guidelines, the child that you’d like so much, can easily be yours. I will insist on you not fucking its father in our bed, and will also insist on approving your choice of father, but aside from that, do what you will. Be discrete and don’t rub my nose in it. Oh, and one finally guideline; if you get a dose of the pox I will be very unhappy with you!”
“Now all I have to do is pick a man, and find the courage to ask for what I want. Then I have to hope that he’ll accept.”
“That’s not likely to be a problem,” Mistress laughed and pushed a finger beyond the entrance to my sex. “You’re young and pretty, and you have nice tits. Offer yourself to a young, single man, and you shouldn’t have much trouble getting his cock right where you want it putting.”
“Where to find a suitable man?” I mused outloud.
“I can think of at least one teenage boy who’ll have you anytime you offer him this fabulous body! He’s had a crush on you for years, and he turned eighteen a few months ago. Would you accept him as father to your baby?”

There was one local boy who I had watched grow towards manhood, and he’d never been able to hide his crush on me. I hadn’t realised that he’d reached adulthood. His name was Gerard and I figured he would do fine as father material, and due to his crush on me, would give me what I wanted, assuming I could find the courage to ask him for it. He was a good choice for many reasons; included amongst them were his innocence; he should still be a virgin and therefore couldn’t pox me. Being the shy sort, even if he boasted to all and sundry about the fact that he’d given one of the local lesbians a bun in the oven and claimed that the child growing in my belly was his, it was unlikely that anyone would believe him.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied. “He’ll do just fine, if you think he’ll be willing.”
“If you have to question that, then perhaps you don’t know as much as you think you do. He thinks that you’re the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and judging by the bulge in his trousers when he thought you weren’t looking, he wants to fuck you. He’s a man after all; offer him a fuck, and he’ll be in a rush to get your knickers off the moment you take him somewhere private! Remember, anywhere you like; on your back on the living room floor, on your knees over the arm of the chair, on your belly over the kitchen table, but not on our bed. ”
“Maybe so, Mistress, but I don’t know how to please a man in the way I know how to please you.”
“It’s far easier with a man, Princess, than it ever was with me. You don’t have to do anything to please him. Just lie there and think of your belly being full, and he’ll do the rest.” I know that it sounds silly to you, now, but I had little idea of the concept of lovemaking with men. Despite being more than thirty years old, I’d never even seen a naked man in the flesh, before. I’d seen pictures, of course, and read more than a few dirty books, but all of what I knew came from those books. “Mistress?”
“Yes, Princess?”
“Will you untie my hands now, please?”
“No, Princess; I’m not quite finished with you yet! Due to the conversation turning me on, I’m going to have ride you again.”

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The cute teenage boy with a considerable crush on me, agreed to plant a bun in my oven, and as Mistress predicted, could barely wait to get my knickers off, the first time we had sex. All I had to do was lie down on our couch, with my bum on the arm, and my legs sticking over, and let my borrowed man do all the work. The experience was initially pretty poor, because my borrowed man had little idea of what to do to satisfy a woman, although I decided that I would be able to teach him a little. I’d been wondering for many weeks how it would feel to have my borrowed man pumping my belly full of his semen. The books had given me a description of the experience, but the reality felt so much better! I agreed with Mistress that I would give myself to him once a day, for the week before my period, stopping when my period started, or when it was supposed to start. Mistress wished me luck in becoming pregnant very quickly, because she didn’t like sharing me with anyone. As it was, we had sex far more often than once a day; I think the record was five times; on the agreed days, and I never told Mistress about my disobedience. She’d have understood, though, or at least I would like to think that after she spanked me, she would have been able to forgive me. The one thing I didn’t do, though, was take him into our bedroom, although I would have liked to have let him make love to me on our bed. That was one of Mistress’ guidelines that I couldn’t violate. My main trouble with my pregnancy plan was that unlike Mistress, I enjoyed having sex with my borrowed man; I found the experience to be pleasurable; especially that sensation unique to having sex with a man, and a sensation that Mistress could never give me. I wondered how I might replicate that warm sensation at will.

As it was, it took three months for me to conceive, and I now have a flesh and blood son, to carry on Mistress’ assumed family name. My own had already been assured with the births of my three nephews, so I wasn’t overly concerned with giving my son my own name. I was quite willing to give Mistress’ fictional family name to my son.

Who am I going to borrow to give me my second child? And how am I going to convince Mistress to allow me that child?

When I realised I was pregnant, I was over the moon, and Mistress’ attitude seemed to change almost immediately. I’d realised that she wasn’t happy with my situation, but once she recognised the fact that I had a bun in the oven, her attitude seemed to change. The realisation hit us both on the same morning, when I was puking my guts up for the third morning in a row. As I knelt down in front of the toilet bowl, my insides heaving, Mistress knelt behind me and put her arms around my waist. “I guess that congratulations are in order, Princess. We both know what this situation means, don’t we?”
“Yes Mistress; it means that I don’t need to be unfaithful any more.”
Mistress chuckled. “That wasn’t quite what I meant, but there is that, too. What I meant was that in nine months you’re going to be attending a little person, twenty four hours a day. You’ll be up at all hours of the night when it cries, needing feeding, changing shitty nappies whenever necessary, and generally not getting much sleep. The funny thing is that I feel jealous of you for that, and I don’t understand why! I should be telling you that you have my sympathy.”
“You know how it is Mistress, you’re a woman, and you should have maternal instincts like mine.”
“I didn’t imagine I ever would, though. I’ve never had any reason to want children, but now that I see you showing all the symptoms of having one up the spout, I’m having second thoughts. Of course, I’m working, so I won’t have the opportunity.”

Over the following few months, as I watched my belly distend, and watched more and more of my wardrobe become unwearable, I began to feel bloated and undesirable. Of course, Mistress encouraged me to think otherwise, by her attitude towards my pregnant body. As big and fat as I felt, Mistress paid me many compliments on my beauty and the way my breasts were growing. Mistress also encouraged me to consider using my baby-feeders for the intended purpose, and I decided that I would. I liked the idea of my baby drawing his or her food from inside my own body.

Up until the third trimester, Mistress and I made love every day, and even after that, Mistress continued to give me pleasure with her skilled tongue, all the way until I went into labour. I had no idea of how unpleasant childbirth could be. Still, when I was lying in my hospital bed, with my son in my arms and one of my breasts in his mouth as he suckled from it, I was happier than I’d ever been. I had no real idea of how much trouble child-rearing was, but I was soon to learn just how many problems I was going to encounter. I spent a week in maternity, and Mistress got a temporary transfer so that she could spend time with me whenever things were quiet.

Still, a year on from that point, I’m a contented mother, with a child, and a partner, and my life is as full as I could ever hope. Mistress and I named the child after his father, to thank him, for the unacknowledged part he played in the boy’s conception, although we probably shouldn’t have. Mistress was every bit the proud father, despite the obvious fact that the child wasn’t hers. From being pissed-off that I wanted a child by a man, her attitude changed so much, so fast, that I began to think that she’d have no problem in my wanting another child.

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Mike, Liz, and Linds enjoy a night of fun with his transexual friend

When I got home I jumped in the shower and put on a large tee shirt and leisure pants. Liz and Lindsey had dinner on the table and the children in bed.

We sat on the sofa as we talked about the day. Liz told us about the troublesome customers she had at the store. Linds told us about events around the house. Then I told them about the training and the events after. I described Crystal and our sexual activities in the motel. By the time I finished both Liz and Linds were obviously excited. They had their hands on me as I kissed each of them in turn. Liz rubbed my nipples through my shirt as Linds opened my pants and fished out my semi-hard cock.

Liz shed her shorts and crop top and straddled my chest as Linds took off her robe and used her tongue and mouth to bring me to total hardness. I used my tongue and lips to paint my wife’s pussy with my saliva before pushing my nose between the folds of her outer lips. Linds sat on my cock and opened Liz’s butt cheeks. She ran her tongue through Liz’s valley as she ground herself on my face. Their groans filled the room as each of my lovers drove themselves to orgasm. Liz gushed her release all over my face as Linds punched her lips and ground her pelvis down. Her juices flooding out on my thighs, balls, and cock.

Both ladies sat down on the loveseat and rested from our first round as I sat on the sofa and slowly stroked my still hard cock. As we rested Liz and Linds asked questions about my experience with Crystal. How I sucked her cock and she reciprocated. How she surprised me by shoving her tool into me before I knew what she had to offer. In very little time the girls were pawing each other. Liz sucked Lind’s milk filled breasts while Linds pumped a toy in and out of Liz’s pussy.

They stopped only long enough to move to the floor and start sixty-nining each other. I nearly shot my load over the scene. I dropped to the floor as well and alternated between my wife and sister. My cock in each ass in turn. The volume of the moans and sighs told me they were nearing another release as I pumped in and out of Liz. When my cock entered Lind’s rectum Linds groaned and pushed her pussy into Liz’s face. She shook as her body orgasmed again. I quickly pulled out and filled my wife’s ass with my seed.

When we regained our composure I asked both of them if they would like to meet Crystal. They were more than willing to meet the beautiful transexual. I took my phone and left a message on Crystal’s phone.

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We had my mother take the kids the Saturday night we arranged to meet Crystal. We were all nervous and excited. We all agreed to refrain from sex for three days before the meeting.

I met Crystal at the door. She was wearing a long coat that ran from her shoulders down to her ankles. Her feet were encased in leather ankle strap pumps that shone as she entered the house. I followed her bouncing bottom as she walked into the living room. Introductions were completed, l offered everyone a drink. By the time I returned Liz and Linds were sitting either side or Chrys as she sat on the sofa.

They laughed and traded stories of the men and women they slept with; including me. A couple of drinks later and the three ladies on the sofa were making out like sex-crazed teenagers. My cock was hard and wet watching the three of them. All their bodies tangled in lusty emotion. Liz and Linds each had a nipple in their mouths while Chrys played with their breasts and moaned softly. I moved over and dropped to my knees and moved Chrys’s thong to one side and licked her hard cock. I filled my mouth with her tool as the two ladies arranged themselves so Chrys could get her hands in their pussys while they sucked and kissed each other.

I got up and let Chrys pick who she was to take first. Chrys took Linds by the hand and lay her on the floor. She knelt between my sister’s legs and entered her. They kissed each other with passionate abandon as Liz and I watched Chrys’s ass rise and fall. When Linds wrapped her legs around the transsexual deep in her pussy I lay my wife next to them and did the same.

It was a good thing the children were not home. Our sounds of lust and joy-filled the house. Chrys rolled my sister to her knees and rammed back inside her. I did the same with my wife. The two ladies kissed each other excitedly as we rammed into both of them.

I leaned over and said, “She likes it in the ass too.”

Chrys worked her thumb in Linds bottom while thrusting in and out. The added sensations caused her to push back and moan louder.

I followed suit with Liz and her responses matched Linds’s. When both ladies orgasmed we took our cocks out. Chrys and I traded places and fed our cocks into the ladies’ asses. We all grunted as we slammed our bodies together. Chrys and I came at almost together flooding our respective ladies with the seed of our joy.

Chrys and I cuddled and lightly kissed while Linds and Liz cleaned each of our cocks. I lay on the floor as Chrys moved over me. My heels on her shoulders, she placed her cock in my butt and rammed it home. I roared as she screwed her cock inside my body.

Liz and Linds each sat on my hands pinning them to the floor as the floor turns sucking and nipping Chrys and my bodies. Chrys kept up her pace as I shook and rocked on her cock. my sister sat on my face as Liz aimed my cock in her body. The rhythm of Chrys thrusts fucked all of us in turn. I came in my sexy wife while my sister and wife came all over me. Chrys shoot her juices in my ass as we lay down on the floor again using each other for pillows.

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A couple of hours later we woke up and paired off in separate rooms. Liz and Chrys took our room while my sister and I took hers. Liz screams of joy echoed our lust as I bred my sister again. When my cock was in Lind’s mouth I could hear the loud noises I knew was Liz giving Chrys head. As my cock filled Lind’s pussy I heard Liz and Chrys groan in unison as the beautiful transexual thrust in my wife. As I emptied my joy inside Linds and we both released, the sounds of mutual joy of the couple in the next room told me the same was happening there.

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We all had Sunday off so we slept in. I got out of bed and entered the bathroom to relieve myself. Chrys was already on the toilet and she was slowly stroking her cock.”You need some help?” I asked.

She nodded her head and I dropped to my knees. The sharp smell of bodily fluids in the toilet counter-pointed the taste of Liz mixed with Chrys sticky residue. The sensations were intoxicating. I sucked the cock of the lady in front of me. I heard and felt Chrys’s cock tapped at the back of my throat as she rocked on the porcelain seat. My cock was dripping clear juice on the floor, as I swallowed the transexual’s joy.

I stood back and let my partner finish cleaning up then I used the facilities. Chrys and I french kissed before she turned around and offered her ass to me. I grabbed her hips and rammed inside. She arched her back and shoved her button my cock. I hammered into her with reckless joy as we worked to make each other happy. Chrys groaned in joy as I shot my load home.

We walked out of the room arm in arm on our way to the kitchen. We began breakfast as we listened to the others rousting out of bed.

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