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This story contains hardcore male bisexuality, incest and pissing. If any of this offends you please move on to another story.
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It was the hottest night of the year and I could not sleep. The humidity was overwhelming and it did not help much that I had my bedroom window and door open.

There was no breeze.

I got out of my bed and went to the window. The smell of ocean and wet grass filled my nostrils. I tried not to think about the sounds of sex coming from my parents’ and my sister’s rooms.

My sister was as loud as usual, begging her boyfriend to fuck her faster and harder.

“Fuck my goddamn cunt you beautiful sonofabitch,” she shouted. “Fuck my fucking brains out! Give it to me harder. That’s it baby … right there … pound my fuckhole with that big cock … ah shiiiiiit! Make me come … make me come … make me … fucking … come!”

I imagined her beautiful and sexy body lying there on her bed, her long blond hair all over her pillow and bed sheets with her legs wide open and her handsome boyfriend driving his big cock into her hot pussy, pounding her pretty cunt slit harder and faster, just the way my hot twenty-one-year old sister liked it.

This was not the first time I was imagining her in that way. As soon as she turned eighteen she started dressing like the sluts on MTV. Sexy halter-tops, cut off T-shirts that showed her sexy flat stomach and low cut jeans that revealed her thongs, her lower back tramp stamp and even the top part of her pubic hair, were her favorite pieces of clothing.

I assume that if my parents had not been so liberal and relaxed about sexuality my sister would have driven them crazy.

But they did not mind a bit how my sister dressed or how active her sexual life was.

After all my parents are very active swingers.

I loved watching my sister’s antics and as time went by I became more and more fascinated by her, almost as much as I was fascinated with my beautiful mother.

Everyone says that my sister is a younger version of my mother and I absolutely agree, although they should add sluttier to younger … and definitely much crazier.

They also say that my mom looks exactly like Sharon Stone. I can see the resemblance, but I think that she is much hotter than Ms. Stone.

Age has been very kind to my mother. In her late thirties she looks much more youthful and hotter than most sexy twenty-year old women and she knows how to look good. She has perfect teeth and a lovely smile, always uses the perfect amount of make up, not too much and not too little.

Her breasts are the perfect size, not too small and not too big and naturally firm. She always gives credit to my father and their loving marriage when people ask her how she manages to look so good.

My parents always discussed their lifestyle openly with my sister and me. They always said that having sex with others in a group setting had allowed them to discover and love each other more deeply.

Up until that night and the events that followed I did not completely understand what they meant by that.

I stared into the dark of night trying to get the images of my mother and sister naked and having sex out of my head, but the more I tried the clearer those images became.

I was so fucking horny!

My cock started throbbing and in less than a minute became as hard as a rock. I thought that my parents must have left their bedroom door open because I could hear my mother’s soft moans in between my sister’s louder cries of ecstasy.

I wished that I could call my girlfriend to come over, but she was out of town for a few days. My heart started beating faster and I felt light headed.

I was getting too damned hot and needed to cool down. I left my room to go to the bathroom down the hall. I was right. The door to my parents’ bedroom stood ajar and it looked like that they were having sex with the lights on.

In the bathroom I splashed some cold water on my face.

It did not help much.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was flushed and my cock was about to rip my boxers open. I pulled down my boxers and splashed some water on my cock. For a short moment I admired my own body and my big throbbing cock.

I have inherited my parents’ extremely good looks and my father’s muscular genes. Just like my father I have a very muscular and well-toned body, dark blond hair, blue eyes, six-pack abs, big biceps, broad shoulders and pecs, strong legs and an eight and a half inch cock.

I left the bathroom and started towards my room. I glanced at my parents’ bedroom door. The image of my naked mother popped into my head once more. Before I knew what I was doing I was right next to the open door of my parents’ bedroom. One more step and I would be able to look inside.

I took that step.

I saw my father’s muscular butt going back and forth, up and down. He was holding my mother’s ankles wide apart and fucking her very slowly.

His muscular back and buttocks were glistening with sweat. His movements were glorious and rhythmic. Every few pumps he would lie on top of my mother silently and kiss her, making her moan into his mouth. My heart was pumping too fast and my head felt dizzy with thick and pure lust.

For less than a second my legs turned to mush, I lost my balance and stumbled head first into the bedroom. I caught the doorknob and prevented a complete fall.

When I finally regained my balance inside the bedroom and was able to look up, I found both my parents looking directly at me.

My father had turned his head and my mother had lifted her upper body using his shoulders. Seconds passed as if they were minutes.

My parents looked surprised but to my relief they did not look angry at all.

Silence.

“I … I’m sorry,” I managed to mumble. “I’ll … I’ll leave now.”

“No!” I heard both of them say in unison.

I thought that I must have heard wrong. I turned and started to leave when I heard it again. First my mother and then my father, “No!”

No?

“Don’t leave honey,” my mother said softly.

Impossible, I thought, they want me to stay?

My father was smiling faintly. He was definitely not angry with me … and he was staring at my hard on, so was my mother!

I had forgotten about my hard on, but now I was painfully aware of it. I tried to cover it with my hands and it must have looked funny to my parents because they both started laughing.

“It’s ok baby!” my beautiful mother said, grinning impishly.

I found myself laughing nervously as well and removed my hands from my hard on.

“That’s more like it,” my mother said. “No need to hide that beauty from us.”

“No there’s no shame in having a nice healthy hard on son,” my dad added. “Come on closer and watch. You might learn a thing or two from your old man.”

“Or you can give your old man a few pointers,” my mother chuckled and playfully licked my father’s nose.

This is too fucking crazy, I thought.

I knew that my parents were cooler and much more relaxed about sex than most other parents, but to invite me to watch them fuck was not something that I expected in a million years.

They kept watching me intently as I slowly stepped toward their bed. As I got closer I finally could see my mother’s beautiful body, her nakedness in all its glory.

My fucking hot mother is naked!

Her bare breasts were the most beautiful breasts that I had ever seen. Her long nipples stood erect gloriously and her dark blond cunt bush was covered with beads of sweat and possibly her own cunt juice.

The hot pink lips of her pussy had engulfed my father’s thick cock and I could see her erect clit throb wildly like a miniature cock that was about to harden.

I was standing so close to the bed that my legs were touching the side of it. My dad started to pump my hot mother’s pussy slowly but firmly again. His cock started to make wet sounds as he pumped it back and forth inside her.

Squish! Slurp! Splash!

“Wow!” my father exclaimed. “Where did this flood come from?”

“Mm … what?” my mother whimpered, looking straight into my eyes.

“You weren’t so fucking wet a minute ago,” my dad panted.

“What’s your fucking point?”

“No point. Just an observation!”

“Sounds more like an accusation,” my mother giggled throatily.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Say it!”

“You’re a sexy little pervert … getting so fucking wet because our son is watching!”

“So?”

“Shame on you!”

“Shut up and fuck me harder!”

My handsome father’s big balls started slapping against my mother’s butt cheeks. His shaft looked very wet. My mother’s brow furrowed as she turned her attention to my father’s pumping dick once more.

“That’s it baby,” my mother purred. “Right there! Fuck that pussy. Fuck it baby. Fuck me!”

She put her beautifully manicured fingers on my father’s abs and started moaning.

“Ah … fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours!” my mother cried as she lifted her ass off the bed, bucking her hips wildly against my father’s crotch.

“Oh Jesus,” my father gasped. “If you keep this going I’ll come in less than a minute!”

“No!” my mother shouted, putting her ass down on the bed again. “Don’t you dare come so fucking soon!”

My cock was throbbing again and becoming impossibly hard. I felt some pre-cum escape the tip of my cock and wet my white boxers.

“Why don’t you take your boxers off baby,” my mother said as she looked up at me. “Come get closer o us. Get on the bed … oh I love the way your dad fucks me!”

Both of them smiled at me as I shed my boxers and climbed on the bed right next to them on my knees.

“Look son, this is how you fuck a nice pussy,” my father said as he continued to fuck his cock into my mother in slow motion. “Sometimes you go really hard and fast,” he continued, “and sometimes nice and slow like this. I’ve been fucking her like this for almost half an hour now.”

“Don’t be so shy honey,” my mother mewled. “Go ahead and play with your cock. I know you want to!”

I wrapped my fist about my cock and started stroking very slowly. I was afraid that I would shoot my cum all over my parents if I stroked any harder. I was not sure if they would like that. I was not sure about anything for that matter.

I was still very tense, but horny enough to try almost anything. Suddenly to my surprise my mother craned her head and moved her face extremely close to my hard cock. She stopped just short of her lips touching my cock.

She spat right on my cock head. A thin string of white saliva now lingered between my cock head and my mother’s mouth.

“There you go,” she said with a smile. “You looked like you needed some help with that baby.”

“Thanks mom,” I replied nervously. “I did need that because my mouth is kinda dry!”

“See … that’s why I love her so much, always thinking about helping others,” my dad said and leaned down to kiss her lovingly on her beautiful lips.

They kissed hotly and passionately and my mother made sure that I watched as she sucked on my father’s tongue. I really wanted to kiss her too but I was not sure where they would draw the limits.

It was one thing to watch them and play with myself while doing so, but maybe I was not allowed to touch.

I decided to test them and see how far they would let me take it.

When my father finally was done kissing my mother and started fucking her again I slowly put the palm of my hand on my mother’s sexy, flat stomach. Her beautifully tanned skin felt very hot to the touch, almost as if she had a fever.

I looked at my mother’s beautiful flushed face and there it was again, those beautiful eyebrows frowning with lust.

I soon grew bolder and started moving my hand up and down her stomach, from right beneath her breasts to the outline of her pubic hair.

“Oh fuck yes baby!” my mother purred. “Touch me! It feels so fucking good … so loving. Don’t be shy honey. You can go lower if you want to!”

I saw the look of approval in my father’s eyes and my fingers touched my mother’s curly blond pubic hair. She started moaning louder as I took a handful of her bush and gently pulled on it.

“Ooh god yes … yes please,” my mother cried. “Pull harder honey. Fuck! Are you watching this Dan?”

“Yeah sweetie,” my dad replied. “I see it. He’s finally warming up.”

I ran my hand up her body again. This time I stopped right under her breast. I put my left hand on her head and started caressing her beautiful hair.

She looked directly into my eyes and I saw tears welling inside her big blue eyes.

“It feels so good,” my sexy mother moaned. “Keep touching me honey. Keep tugging my pussy hair!”

I lifted my right hand and put it down again on top of her breast. I took her stiff nipple between my thumb and index fingers and pulled on it.

My mother started breathing very heavily as she put her hand on my butt cheek and dug her fingers into my muscular ass.

“Oh shit!” my mother cried breathlessly. “Ooh fuck!”

Her body suddenly stiffened. She clenched her jaw and stopped exhaling. At the same time she raised her hips to meet my father’s thrusts.

Tears of lust and unbearable joy started rolling down her flushed cheeks as I pulled harder on her stiff nipple.

Ecstasy!

“That’s it Jake buddy,” my dad announced. “She’s coming son! You’ve made your mother come!”

My mother finally exhaled and lowered her hips. She let out a sexy sound that was somewhere between a moan, a purr and a beautiful melody.

I smiled at her and she smiled back at me.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “That was so good. So fucking intense. Don’t you dare stop touching me now my beautiful boy! Make me come one more time Jake! I love the way your hands feel on my body!”

I put my left hand on her breast and the right one in her pubic hair. I pinched her stiff nipple hard and pulled on her thick curly bush even harder.

She started panting heavily again and my dad started thrusting his thick cock into her with longer and firmer strokes. I could see that her large clit was throbbing more evenly.

I touched her clit.

“Ooh god-fucking-damn this fucking shit,” my mom screamed at my touch.

I pinched her swollen knob. She raised her hips again.

I pinched harder.

She started sobbing loudly.

Tears trickled down her beautiful cheeks.

My dad fucked her harder.

I pulled on her large swollen clit.

She dug her fingers into my ass crack.

“Harder Jake!” my mother cried. “Pinch my fucking big clit harder. Rip it off of me!”

“Like this Mom?”

“My clit! Mm…my fucking clit! My fucking pussy’s on fire! Ooh god!”

I pinched my mother’s beautiful and sensitive clitoris even harder.

Her middle finger went right up my asshole.

Her body stiffened and relaxed a few more times before she finally lowered her hips. My dad pulled out of my mom’s pussy.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he explained. “This is proving to be so much fun. I have seldom seen her cum so hard son. Looks like you have the magic touch.”

My mother let out the same sexy sound as the previous time. She pulled her finger out of my asshole and put it into her mouth.

She looked into my eyes as she sucked on her finger, savoring the taste of my asshole. She smiled at me again and then looked at my father.

“Dan, go get June and Rick!” she commanded my father. “Run baby. Don’t waste any time. I’m so fucking horny.”

My sister? She wants my dad to get my sister and her boyfriend? Wow!

I could hardly believe my ears. She wanted my sister and her boyfriend to join in. My father jumped out of the bed and left the room in a hurry.

I was alone with my naked hot mother. She sat up and leaned over my hard cock. Her nose was right above my throbbing dick.

She smelled it as if she wanted to savor the fragrance of my cock. Then she flicked her tongue out and licked the very tip of my cock.

Her hot tongue touched my piss-hole!

It was just one quick lick. I suddenly felt light headed again. I was delirious with lust. I was not sure if I was dreaming or all these things were really happening.

My father finally came back and had a sheepish look on his face. I thought maybe June and Rick had declined his invitation. But if I knew my sister she would jump at the opportunity to watch my parents fuck and would not miss it for the world.

I was right.

A few seconds later June and Rick entered the bedroom. June looked as hot as always except that she was wearing only a cupless bra and no panties. Her cunt bush was the same color and as thick as my mother’s. Rick was sporting a huge hard on and had a grin on his face.

“Fuck me!” my sister exclaimed. “Jake is here too? What the fuck has gotten into you people tonight? I thought that you were putting us on or something.”

“No sweetie,” my dad explained. “Now you see why I told you not to get dressed.”

“Well excuse me Mr. Daddy,” my sister replied sarcastically. “I was not going to get dressed anyway since you showed up in my room with your cock standing up like that.”

“Yeah Dan,” Rick added. “You kinda scared the shit out of us barging in butt naked like that!”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.

We were all looking at each other and nobody seemed to know what to do next. I was hoping that my parents would not change their minds and send us right back to our rooms.

My mother shifted her position on the bed and leaned against the headboard. She spread her legs wide open, which received everyone’s full attention.

“June, honey climb on the bed and lean against me,” my mother said lovingly. “I want to hold you and play with your gorgeous tits while your beautiful boyfriend fucks your hot pussy. Dan, get Rick’s cock ready for your sexy daughter, then put it inside her!”

I watched in complete disbelief as my father grabbed Rick’s cock by its root in his fist and started jerking it.

My father is bi-sexual, I thought to myself. Unbelievable, but so fucking cool. My dad’s fist is pumping Rick’s cock!

Rick seemed a bit surprised at first, but soon let the pleasure of my father’s loving fist take over his body.

I felt a new sensation brewing in my head.

My dad stopped pumping Rick’s cock and pulled him closer to my sister, then he put the thick tip of his cock against my sister’s now throbbing pussy.

He parted my sister’s pussy lips with his right hand and inserted Rick’s cock into her with his left hand. My sister yelped at my father’s unexpected touch.

“Ooh Daddy,” she purred. “That’s it. Put it in me! Don’t take your beautiful fingers off my cunt … please!”

“I won’t honey,” my dad replied lovingly. “I promise I won’t.”

And he didn’t!

My mother cupped my sister’s firm breasts from behind and started gently licking and biting her neck and shoulders.

I looked at June’s lovely face. Her big blue eyes were dreamy with lust. A cry of pleasure escaped her lovely mouth when my mother started pulling and pinching her stiff nipples.

“Is he fucking you good baby?” my mother whispered into my sister’s ear.

“Oh … yes Mommy!” my sister purred like a kitten. “So fucking good … Mommy!”

I put my hand on my sister’s stomach and stroked it lovingly as I had done earlier with my mother.

I am touching my fucking hot sister!

She moaned and breathed heavily when I started pulling on a fistful of her thick pubic hair. Rick was now thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking my sister’s hot pussy with firm strokes.

“Ooh, you beautiful fuckers!” my sister screamed. “You’re driving me so fucking crazy. Don’t stop touching me. Rick, fuck me harder. I’m gonna come so fucking hard!”

My sister screamed as her body tensed and she came very hard on her boyfriend’s thick cock.

My father massaged her throbbing clit, my mom pulled harder on her nipples and I pulled on her blond pussy hair.

When her body finally relaxed again my dad pulled Rick’s cock out of her pussy and took it into his mouth.

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Next installment. Sorry for the delay my fans. Lisa, or should I say Lee, is really started to assert herself and show who the true butch is

Jamie’s emerald green eyes gleamed at the mention of more sex and she sat right up. “How do you want me Lee?” She asked, her finger trailing up and down my stomach. I couldn’t take anymore and rolled her on top of me to be straddling my belly. I looked up over her toned stomach, to her firm bronzed globes, tipped with perfectly erect nipples. Above those, was her slim shoulders, delicate neck, and then her beautiful face. Her lips formed a smile that warmed my heart, her eyes a gaze that melted my soul. Her hair was so simple yet it complemented her strong face well, very short brown hair that stood out in places.

After admiring her for some time I grabbed her firm ass again and pulled her up until she was straddling my face and I could look right up to the bases of her beautiful breasts.

I realized then from my thoughts that this was no longer about lust. I was truly in love with Jamie and wanted nothing more than to fulfill her in all ways. Right now, that way was sitting on my face. I snapped out of it with a flick of my tongue onto her clit which released one of her gentle moans.

When she had arrived just a few hours ago, I would have thought her to be so strong and in charge. Truth be told, she was as delicate as her clit was to the mercy of my mouth. I could have her any way I wanted her, and that, right now, would be her cumming on me.

I quickly snapped myself back out of my thoughts and to the situation on my face. Her glistening pussy was right there and I was just licking her clit like a blind fool. I knew I was not fulfilling her and mentally smacked myself.

I jabbed my tongue into her pussy and tongue fucked her as I grabbed her ass and accidentally pressed my finger against her back door. Jamie moaned happily and ground against me. I started rubbing her hole with one hand, her clit with the other, while I stretched my tongue into her as far as it would go and swirled it in every way I could imagine until she released again and came onto me, not much fluid coming out from the sheer amount of orgasms she had experienced in the past few hours since we began.

As she reached the peak of her orgasm, I slipped my pinky into her back door a little which set off her climax all over again. She yelped in surprise then moaned out my name which made me start wiggling my finger in her ass, just a little. The combination sent me off into a small orgasm for myself.

I slid my pinky back out and lapped up her juices, like water in the desert. As soon as she stopped cumming she got up and I clung to her pointlessly, not wanting to stop pleasing her. Soon enough, she was back within my reach and I buried my face into her folds. Soon after, I felt her tongue flick over my clit and I did the same to her.

Her tongue snaked inside me and mine in her then I pulled one hand free and put two fingers into her and started sliding them in and out as I wiggled them about. Her moaning drove me faster as she began fingering me as well. Her moans vibrated against my clit which made me moan out with her, begging for orgasmic relief but for it not to end at the same time.

We went on, moaning each others names and devouring each others pussies. First I came, then her, then me again. I clamped my legs shut, cutting off access from her and slid out from under her so she was before me on all fours and I continued eating her pussy. One orgasm rocked her after another until she had fallen to the bed, unable to move. I licked one more from her then fell onto my back beside her. She rolled onto me and we kissed, releasing all of the passions the rest of our bodies no longer could.

I whispered to her between lip lockings, “Oh Jamie. I love you so much. You’re body… It makes me feel things I never knew were possible.”

She sighed happily and broke the kiss, curling up around me with her head on my chest. “I love you too Lee. You make me cum like no one ever has. I don’t know how you have so much energy.”

I laughed and petted her hair. I looked at the woman I now loved and would give my life to keep happy, “HAD so much energy. I don’t think I could get up if I wanted to.”

Jamie laughed back and nuzzled up to me. The sun was beginning to rise and shined through the curtain. At some point the blanket had fallen to the floor. Luckily, I was on the outside of the bed and pulled the blanket over us. Slipping off into sleep, I planned things for when we awoke. As soon as I could move, I would have her again in all ways I could think of, in and out of this house.

I woke up before her and painfully rolled out of bed, my back cracking as I did so. “I’m too young to feel so old.” I muttered, smirking at my own lame joke. I slipped into some loose shorts and a baggy shirt. I looked around and picked up the strap on as soon as I found it. Her cum was dried on it and I grumbled about it as I walked out of my room, closing the door quietly.

I went over to the sink and began gently wiping it off as I ran look warm water over it, laughing at the fact I was washing a penis in my sink. After it was washed well, I looked around, trying to think of where to put it to dry. I shrugged, “No one’s here.” I muttered and sat it in the dish drainer.

I got some bacon out of the fridge, eggs, seasonings, and started cooking. I finished and set the table. I hobbled my way into the bedroom to wake Jamie. I kissed her lips and she responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth. If not for the waiting breakfast and my aching body, I would of had her right then. I drew back to see her open her emerald eyes and smiling up at me.

She stretched some then hopped out of bed. “How aren’t you stiff?” I asked, astonished.

“Years of being used to it.” She winced as her legs closed then spread them apart again, “You sure did a number on my pussy though. Want to kiss it and make it better?” She asked with a mischievous grin on her face as she grabbed her own tits.

My loins ached with lust and almost said yes, then remembered the food. “Later love. I made you breakfast, it’s on the table.” Then looked at the clock and saw it was past lunch time, “A very late breakfast.” I laughed and walked out of the room.

She came out in a minute, dressed in her clothes from last night. We sat and ate in mostly silence. When we were done, I stood up with a groan of discomfort. She watched me as I took her plate and washed the newly dirtied dishes. i picked the strap on up out of the sink. When I turned around Jamie was there, her breasts in my face.

I licked my lips and looked up at her, my neck not wanting to move. She had a concerned look in her green eyes and looked directly into my blue ones. I knew the pain was showing in my eyes. She silently took my hand and led me back to the bedroom, sitting me on the bed. I sat the toy on my nightstand with the others and laid on my back immediately.

Jamie shook her head no, “Roll over, you need a massage.”

“Oh no, really I’m fine. Just need to work it out.” I protested. She nudged me and I sighed and rolled over. After getting situated I felt her straddle me then she pulled my shirt over my head. I wiggled out of it and tried to relax.

She grabbed the lotion off of my nightstand and I felt a cold line of it down my back. Judging by the squishy sounds I assumed she was rubbing some on her hands. She began gently rubbing it all over my back, adding more as needed. Soon my back was completely coated and she began at my neck.

It hurt for a moment but soon began feeling great as I felt the muscles melting out of their knots. “oh, ohhhhhhhh… oh yeah. That’s oh that’s great. Mmm.” I could feel her smiling as she moved to my shoulders.

Jamie laughed a little then suddenly got serious. “You hold all your stress in your back, don’t you?” She said as she finished with my right shoulder and started on my left.

“I don’t know. I guess. How, oh ohh ohhhhh, how much stress could I re-reallyyyyyy have? I mean, school gets, yeah right there, gets tiring but not bad.” I said honestly.

“Oh ok, you’re just very stiff.” She said, finishing with my other shoulder and beginning to work her way down my spine.

I laughed and flashed back to the previous night for a moment, “Well how loose do you expect me to be after that pounding I gave you? Youch!” She poked into a sore muscle roughly.

“Oops,” she lied and I could hear the smile in her voice, “my bad.”

I couldn’t help myself, “Watch it or I’ll give you another one.”

“Oh, so scared. Don’t tease me so. You can’t move yet anyways.” She said as she worked on my lower back.

“Ok, you win… This time.” I laughed and eased into the massage to relax.

Jamie finished with my back and I started to get back up but she pushed me down. “Not yet. That’s not all of your muscles.” She said and I caved to her will. She started massaging my ass cheeks which I didn’t realize how sore they were too.

I didn’t know how much they were used for thrusting. She pulled off my shorts as she worked her way down the backs of my thighs. I knew I was wet and wanted her to touch between my legs but didn’t dare stop the wonderful rub down. After she finished my thighs she turned my legs a bit, telling me to roll over and I did as she wished.

She massaged her way up my legs then leaned over me and kissed me passionately. Too soon she pulled away and started rubbing my feet. I had no idea how much your feet could hurt without you even realizing it. She was rubbing my instep and suddenly I could feel jolts in my pussy.

I started to pull my foot away but she held it strong and soon enough I was about to cum. Right as I started she jerked me down so my pussy was in her face and my cum shot out into her mouth. It wasn’t a long orgasm or great but still felt good. The massage had limbered me up so I was ready to go.

I looked at her, smoldering and quickly maneuvered her under me and started removing her clothes as I did so. When she was naked I kissed her long and deep as I slid a hand smoothly down her stomach and grabbed a handful of pussy and started massaging it all at once with my hand then plunged my two middle fingers in deep and started sliding them in and out.

Jamie moaned into my mouth and I let loose. “You started it.” I said with a grin and moved down to her breasts as she threw her head back in pleasure.

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What Started as a joke turned out to be so much more than I could have ever imagined.

Authors notes: This is essentially a true story with a few modifications. Additionally the names of the people involved have been changed. Additionally all people in this story are over the age of 21.

What Started As A Joke

My name is John, and I’m going to tell you about what went on at a Saint Patrick’s day party. But to do that I have to go back about a week or so. You see I work at a company with several attractive women, and I’ve been working with the same women for several years now. And when you spend more time with people you work with, you learn some intimate details about them.

On a normal afternoon Stephanie, a blonde girl I work with who has a nice pair of breasts on her, and a nice big butt, was talking to my other colleague Jessica. Jessica was also well endowed, and significantly bigger than Steph. Anyway Stephanie was talking to Jessica about her boobs. “These are so nice! I wish mine were this big” Steph said slsllightly fondling Jess. “Thanks i would share some if I could.” Said Jess. “Ok ladies that’s enough grab ass if I can’t watch” I chimed in walking passed the two busty women. They exchanged some glances and continued their playful conversation.

Later on in the week Jessica and I had lunch together and she told me all about how her and Stephanie talked about threesomes and how she was invited to join Stephanie and her boyfriend. “Well I think everyone should experience a threesome.” I said having had a few in the past. “Well I am not sure, I’ve never been with a girl. I tried once and it didn’t go so well.” Jessica told me. “Well I would say you could join me and Meg (my wife) but she’s told me before she wouldn’t go down on a girl in a threesome.” I said. “Well that’s selfish.” Jess said joking.

As the day went on Jess and Steph talked about the conversation I had with Jess and that seemed to be the end of it. Boy was I wrong. The next day I caught the girls playing with each other’s boobs again at work. “Why don’t you whip em out. They are more fun that way” I told them making them jump a bit. “I mean I’m down.” Said Steph. “I don’t think Stephs boyfriend would approve” said Jessica. “Trust me every guy likes boobs. And no straight guy would say no to watching” I replied. Little did I know my joking comment would lead to one of the best nights of my life.

Another day went by with more innocent flirting and dirty talk between the girls and I, my wife Meghan was included in one conversation when Jess came over for dinner. Now we always have a party at our house on Saint Patrick’s day, me being mostly Irish, and loving Irish booze we planned our annual party. After confirming who was all coming Steph and I were talking about Jess, “they are nice, I’ve just never seen them out of a bra, I have motorboated them though” Steph said referring to Jessica’s breasts. “I don’t disagree, they are nice, I had a dream about Jess a while back and in my head they were amazing. I’d like to see them in person, but I think Meg would have to supervise” I said. “Yea that would be really hot, I am sure James would love to watch too” Steph replied. “Well let’s have an expirament to test how nice they are, I will be the control for Meg, and James will be the control for you” I said joking.

That’s how we left it for the time being. Then two days before the party Steph told me she talked to James about the “expirament” and that he was in. “Jesus Steph I was joking. But I will talk to Meg, did you even ask Jess?” I asked the busty blonde. “Yea she’s in, she said that she needs to be drunk but then she’s cool with it.” Steph replied. “Alright well I will have to talk to Meg and we will see how it goes”. When I got home I talked to Meghan, and after speaking to my wife who seemed a lot more into, it than I expected she said she was also in. We had talked about her with another girl and there never seemed to be any interest, and she had told me on several occasions she would never go down on a girl, which would make a threesome less exiting and truthfully kind of turned me off wanting one with her.

The night of the party arrived and we drank and sang, and genuinely had a good time. I was in a different room playing a drinking game with some friends, when I was summoned by Jess. “John! Come here! We are testing your expirament in the bathroom.” Jessica called from across the house. Without hesitation I left the game unfinished, completely unlike me and went to the bathroom. I was met by four other people.

There was my wife, 5’8 dark hair, 115 lbs, she is skinny but not too skinny, she has small breasts with thimble sized nipples. She has darker skin as she’s part hispanic,

She has stong shapely legs from playing soccer, that lead up to her nice firm round butt which in my opinion is her best body feature. Then Jess, she was about 5’4 maybe 5’5, nice big breasts, I would say an easy double D. She was a little heavier set, but not fat, she had wide hips with a big juicy butt basically as big as it could be without being too big. Then Steph who was as I mentioned before is blonde, great breasts, I would say a large C cup possibly a small D cup, also on the heavier side but smaller than Jess, another nice juicy butt completed her package. And the last person, was James but let’s be honest we aren’t here for him.

Now Steph was the most forward of the girls and said my wife should go first. My wife lifted her shirt and bra up, exposing her breasts to the four of us, her nipples erect and hard. Jess was first to put her face to my wife’s small breasts rubbing her soft face against them, then Steph was next applying the same technique. Steph was up next to remove her top, her breast were bigger than I expected, nice pink nipples also erect, about a 50 cent piece in diameter. Jess put her face between the two large breasts and proceeded to motorboat her. Then my wife did the same.

The last to remove her top was Jess. Her breasts were large and heavy, her nipples very pink, and erect. Steph held them up and proceeded to motorboat as she had received moments ago, then my wife was last to do so. Now once this was over my wife chimed in “Sorry my boobs are small, but my best feature is my butt” and she proceeded to pull her pants down to show everyone her nice ass. Once she pulled her pants back on, Jess followed suit, then Steph exposing myself and James to three wonderful asses.

Now that’s all that happened between us five (I know, downer, but hang tight it gets better) Steph and James left the party a short while after our expirament, which was obviously a success. Another mutual friend of me and Meghan, Kay had asked why we were all in the bathroom “Well it started as a joke, but Meg motorboated the kther two” now Kay was clearly jealous, and I could see it in her eyes. Kay’s breasts were about the same size as Stephanies. Kay was half black, another short girl 5’5 another big juicy butt, and about the same weight as Stephanie with a bigger ass. I suppose the same size as Jessica’s, but on Stephanies frame.

“Why wasn’t I invited? Are my boobs not good enough?” Kay said a little hurt. “No this started as a joke, but then became a real thing as of like fifteen minutes ago.” I replied. “Meghan! Come here!” Kay shouted to my wife. As Meghan approached Kay, she grabbed her head and pulled it into her bosom. My wife just went with it. At this point everyone Kay’s boyfriend Erick turned the corner in time to see Kay and Meg start kissing. Everyone had a lot to drink by this point, and the party had dwindled down to just a few guests. Which is probably why what happened next, actually ended up happening.

The kiss was passionate, tongues swapping, loud kissing sounds being made and some light moaning. I took this queue, and picked up both girls while they continued to kiss. As I kicked open the door to my bedroom I signaled Erick to follow us. Upon entering the girls continued to kiss and fondle each other.

Before I knew it clothes were being taken off. Kay had stripped my wife’s shirt off and started sucking her hard nipples. Moaning sounds filled the room soon, Meg had taken off Kay’s shirt and was now on top of her kissing down her neck towards her breasts, you could see the saliva shimmering on Kay’s chest as Meg continued kissing down.

Side note: remember when I mentioned earlier my wife expressed her disinterest in eating pussy? Keep reading.

As Meg stripped Kay’s pants and underwear off, she started to rub her pussy with her hand, Kay has nice chocolate color skin, her pussy glistening in what little light was coming through. She was clearly enjoying the touching my wife was providing. Meg slowly kissed down Kay’s stomach teasing her a bit, then it happened. Meg did what she said she would never do, and started to lick Kay’s pussy. Kay was squirming and moaning. Meg was enjoying what she was doing to Kay, clearly using similar techniques that I use on her. Meg started to finger her while she licked.

After a few minutes of this, Kay signaled Meg back up for more kissing then rolled Meg onto her back, and removed her pants, also kissing her body, soon my wife was naked in front of a friend, and basically a stranger. Kay started her onslaught of my wife’s pussy, licking and sucking her clit, Meg was moaning and squirming, one hand on Kay’s head, the other pulling on her nipple.

Soon I couldn’t help myself, I wasn’t sure if I was invited or not, but I climbed on the bed and started to kiss Meg, we tongued the inside of each other’s mouthes a bit, I could taste Kay’s pussy on my wife’s lips, and when the kiss broke I asked her “are you enjoying yourself baby?” She nodded in agreement. I kissed down her body to her wet pussy. The wettest I’ve ever seen it in six years of being with her. Kay moved her face away but moaned when Erick started fingering her from behind. I started to lick and suck my wife’s clit within inches of Kay’s face.

Without any exchanged words I got naked, and so did Erick. Kay got off the bed and onto all fours and started to suck Erick. I watched her curly haired head slide forward and back on his stiff cock. I positioned myself to let Meg suck me as she lay on her back, (I wasn’t at full steam, Whiskey dick is a thing fellas.) As Meg sucked me to my full 7 inchs of thick meat, then she whispered “take me from behind” as she got up and bent over, Kay had bent over the side of the bed and as I entered Meg, her and Kay started kissing.

My dick was slick with saliva and pussy juice so I glided in and out of Megs tight pussy with ease, she moaned into Kay’s mouth with each thrust. The sound of slapping skin as Erick and I pounded our respective partners “God I love that dick!” I heard Kay say as Erick railed her, “give it to me!” Yelled Meg as I pounded her from behind. This went on for a few minutes.

“Lets ride our guys” Meghan said as she slid off my throbbing cock. I laid down where Meghan was, dick pointing straight up, and she lowered herself onto me, Erick laid next to me and Kay followed Megs lead. “Ugh I love you!” Meg shouted while bouncing on my pole. “Give it to me!” I heard Kay moan while Erick held her by the hips and humped into her. The girls looked amazing, tits bouncing pussies wet and slippery, backs arched small amounts of sweat forming on their bodies.

Then what I heard next was the biggest shock of the night. “want to switch?” My wife asked looking at Kay, “only if it’s cool with you” Erick finally spoke up. “I’m cool with it, just no anal, and don’t cum inside her” I said. He agreed and the girls began to climb off. This was a whole nre side of Meghan I had never seen before, but I was loving it. Erick penetrated Meghan first, he was not as long, or as thick as I am, but not by much. She moaned as he entered her and as he got himself all the way inside her he said “Wow you are tight”.

Just then Kay started to lower herself onto me. Kay was not as tight as Meghan, as Erick has stated, but she was wet. Like a water park. She was soaked, I slid in with ease. “You’ve got a nice dick.” She said as I was fully inside. “Thanks” i replied as she started to bounce up and down on my cock. “Yea baby fuck her!” Meghan chimed in between moans, Erick was giving her a good fucking, but I would later learn not as good as I do. I reached over and squeezed my wife’s tight ass while she rode another man’s cock. It was hot watching her with another man. I was then assaulted in the face with two nice round breasts. I sucked and squeezed them while they were in my close to my mouth.

At this point I think Erick was ready to cum, he lightly pushed Meghan off of him and Kay climbed off of me. Erick stood up and Kay got on her knees and was sucking him. Meghan laid on her back and she instructed me to fuck her again. I obliged by giving it to her fast and hard.

She was moaning “I’m cumming baby” and I could feel her pussy tighten around my dick. As this happened she whispered to me “cum inside me!” I was already there, so I let loose. I pumped rope after rope of hot cum into her waiting pussy while I assume Erick did the same to Kays mouth.

I kissed my wife passionately with love as I was proud of her, and so turned on by her actions. We all cleaned up, Erick and Kay left. Before bed Meghan and I had another romp, this time I took her from behind and fucked her like she owed me money. Since this event some other people who were still at the party caught wind of what happened, and now we have a few other people interested in group activities with Meghan and myself. If they happen, I will be sure to share them as I have this story.

I hope you enjoyed reading this one. As I stated earlier this was a relatively true story. Some dialogue was changed but the events were true. Please let me know what you thought. And also please use constructive criticism. I’m not a professional writer, just a horny guy who likes to share.

Thanks.

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With time frozen again, Justin is eager to show his mother all the love and passion denied her by Justin’s abusive father!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Four: Transforming His Busty Mom

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Aurora Pritchard

I shuddered as I lay on my bed, feeling my Master’s cum drying on my nineteen-year-old titties. I became a sex slave today. Justin Sampson, my Master, hypnotized me when he stopped time. I didn’t know how he could freeze time, or how his suggestions, whispered into a person’s ear, could rewrite their minds. I didn’t care how any of it worked.

It only mattered that he made me into his slut today. His sex slave.

He fulfilled all my secret, kinky fantasies. I was the head cheerleader. I was one of the most popular girls at our college. I shouldn’t have such perverted desires. I was supposed to date the quarterback and be perfect. Which I did. I hated it. I was so fake, forcing myself to be what everyone wanted.

Now I just had to be what my Master wanted me to be.

Because Justin Sampson freed me from all that fakery. He gave me what I always truly desired. Whether my new outlook, my new joy, was caused by his powers changing me, or whether I truly felt this way, I didn’t care. To me, I was a sex slave. That was my reality. I loved it.

I glanced at my clock. It was just after 8 PM, too early for me to go to sleep normally, but I was exhausted after a day of fucking. I wished my Master was here. I wonder what he was doing right—

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Justin Sampson

I smiled at the silence that engulfed my bedroom. I could feel it. I’d stopped time once again. Exactly twelve hours after I did it the first time, when I paused everything moments before Chris, my college’s asshole quarterback, slammed his fist in my face. I smiled, sitting up in my bed. I didn’t have to be a coward any longer.

I had powers.

In the moments before I stopped time, I was trying to ignore my parents fighting downstairs in the kitchen. Well, my dad was fighting. My mother was just trying to survive without getting another black eye. I was nineteen, and I should’ve done something about this already. I was a coward. But not any longer.

I threw down the Berserk manga I was reading, and rolled off my bed. I stood up and flexed my bare toes against the fabric of the carpet. As I moved, I noticed the imprints of my feet stayed in the woolly flooring. The carpet fibers didn’t spring back up. Reality was frozen. I could manipulate things, move objects around, even people. However, the moment I stopped touching them, the flow of time stopped and they paused again. It was strange. I glanced back at my manga. The Japanese comic book had stopped in mid-fall, one corner about to touch my bed, the black and white pages splayed open.

I smiled. I love stopping time. So amazing. Freeing. I could do anything.

Wearing only my plaid boxers, I marched to my bedroom door. I ripped it open, the hinges making noise the only sound I heard. There wasn’t even the hum of electricity running through the wall, even though all the light bulbs were on. The electricity was paused, too, the flow of electrons moving through the gas in the bulbs had halted. Even the photons radiating from the excited gas must be frozen.

So how could I see…?

It was mind boggling. I wanted to study all of this, and knew my friend Sam would find this all so fascinating, but my asshole, abusive dad was drunk downstairs beating on my mom. Now was time to do something about that.

I had to put a stop to him.

All day, when I wasn’t fucking my sex slave Aurora, I was thinking about what to do with my powers. How to get back at my classmates who bullied and laughed at me. How to help out my one remaining friend at school, the nerdy Sam. How to get payback on President Brooks for being a cocksucker. And, of course, what to do about my alcoholic dad.

I flexed my fingers as I marched to the stairs. I went down them two at a time, my entire body pulsing with excitement. I knew I could change people. Whatever I said to them while they were frozen rewrote their minds. It reprogrammed them. I did it to Aurora, turning her into my sex slave slut. I also did it to Cassandra and her boyfriend José, turning her into his willing slut while cuckolding him in the process. I also turned Chris and his two asshole friends into homosexuals. They fled the college when they were caught in the poses I left them in.

Like with Aurora, they were accidental rewrites. When I was re-positioning them to make it look like they were fucking each other, I said things out of anger. I didn’t understand my powers then. During my rant, I told Chris and his friends that they were all secretly gay. That they only bullied me because they really just wanted to suck each other’s cocks.

I bet they were doing that right now.

So I knew I could fix my family now. It was a shame my younger sister Krystal wasn’t home. She was over at her friend Ji-Yun’s house. I didn’t blame Krystal for wanting to stay as far away from our family as much as possible. But it meant I couldn’t give her any instructions during this period of frozen time.

Memory of Krystal’s and Ji-Yun’s asses from this morning as they walked to our college before me burned through my thoughts. The way they held hands made me wonder if they were secretly lesbians. If not, I could make them into secret lesbians.

Damn, I loved my powers.

I was hard when I reached the bottom of the stairs and marched across the living room. In five strides, I was thrusting open the swinging kitchen door and finding the mayhem inside. A large glass pitcher had shattered, glass spilling across the floor and around my mother. She was cowering in her bathrobe on the linoleum and—

The sight arrested me.

My mom was wearing her pink bathrobe, and it had half-ripped open from when my father threw her to the floor. Her right breast had popped out, round and soft, a large ring of pink centered around her nipple. The nipple I used to suckle on as a babe. She looked so vulnerable, her brown hair half frozen in a tousle about her face. She had her left hand thrust up before her in a warding gesture. Despite the fear on her face, such lust shot through me.

My mother’s breast looked so inviting.

My cock swelled hard in my boxers as I reevaluated my plans. I gazed at my mother, her thighs lush and sleek, peeking out the bottom of her robe’s hem. My eyes followed those legs up to inviting shadows between them. The sudden urge to witness the pussy that birthed me shot through my body.

Incestuous fantasies danced through my head. I had power. I could do things. I could give her pleasure. Like I did for Aurora. I could make my mom feel loved again. Show her that a man did appreciate her. I could make my father into that man, but why did he deserve her?

My gaze flicked over to him. He was corpulent, his beer gut stretching out his stained t-shirt, three inches of hairy gut thrusting out between the bottom of his shirt and the slipping waistband of his sweatpants. A hotspot of reflected light gleamed on his balding pate, his black hair thinning around the crown of his head, his face flushed and ruddy from drink. He held the beer bottle in his right hand, his left balled up in a fist.

Such anger shot through me. I spent the last decade of my life listening to him explode at my mother during his drunken rages. Nothing she could do was good enough for him. She could never cook a good enough dinner nor have it ready when he was hungry. The house was never clean enough. She never bought the right type of beer. He always found some reason to yell at her. To make himself feel like a man.

What did he do all day? Drink beer? Sleep? He couldn’t work because of his “back” injury. He was on disability, faking an injury then getting some naïve doctor to sign off on it.

That ended now.

Much as I want to indulge in these incestuous desires I had for my mother, and my little sister, I wanted to make sure my father was dealt with first. I trembled with such glee as I marched up to him, staring at his face twisted in anger. Caught in the frozen moment, he almost appeared childish. Not the fury of a grown man, but the temper-tantrum of a spoiled brat.

He didn’t deserve my mother.

I leaned right into his ear and gave him my first command: “You can’t stand the taste of alcohol. It makes you nauseated. Just thinking about it makes your stomach twist and turn. You can’t even touch a bottle. You’ll never drink it again. You’ll never even crave it.”

I grinned, eager to see that realization strike him that he couldn’t find comfort in pounding back beer after beer.

“Next, you’re going to stop pretending that you have a bad back. You will stop using it as an excuse about why everything has gone wrong in your life. Fucking start acting like a man, Dad. You’re going to do things around the house like cleaning it. You’re not allowed to relax at all in the house it’s not been cleaned that day. Carpets vacuumed. Dishes washed. Bathrooms cleaned. Dusting. All the stuff that you make Mom do every day, is now your responsibility. If anything is broken, needs maintenance, you won’t bitch and moan and say you can’t do it, you will do it.”

I shuddered, just picturing him doing something useful for a change. Not just sitting on his recliner like a useless log.

I licked my lips launched then into my third command, “You’re going to get a job. You’ll go out there every day on a job hunt, searching for a way to make money.” I leaned closer to him. I had my lips just an inch from his ear. “When you get your job, you’re going to be the best damned employee possible. You’re going to do your job perfectly. You’re going to excel and make money to support your family like a man goddamn should! It’s the only thing that will give you joy any longer. Satisfaction.”

I glanced back at Mom, staring at that exposed breast. My next command was going to be ordering him to never beat on her again. But now… Now I wanted to change it. A malevolent ache throbbed through me as this idea popped into my head. I licked my lips, my dick so hard in my boxers, twitching and pulsing to the pounding beat of my heart. I stared at my dad while organizing my thoughts, searching for just the right way to control him.

I took a deep breath, fighting to control the lust surging through me. This would change everything for my family. “Finally, Dad, whenever you get mad at Mom, instead of yelling at her, instead of hitting her, you’re going to bring her to me. When you do, you’ll fall to your knees and beg me to fuck her.”

I shuddered, my dick almost bursting out of my boxers.

“You’re going to beg me to cuckold you. It’ll make you so hard knowing that your son is a better man than you. A better lover. That your son pleases your wife in ways you never can. It is the only way you’ll ever get sexual satisfaction. Because you will never touch Mom that way again. She’s all mine now.”

Saying those words almost made my dick erupt. I was just so excited by them. I was taking his place in every way. I was stepping up to take charge of my family after he failed so spectacularly. I glanced at mom lying on the floor, cowering in fear. She didn’t deserve this. She was a wonderful woman. I would show her that again. She wasn’t a slut like Aurora.

I would love her.

I couldn’t resist any longer. My dad was taken care of, so it was time to deal with my mother. To love her. I ripped down my plaid boxers, my dick springing out before me. It was good my dad was here for the first time I cuckolded him. He wouldn’t remember this, and neither would my mom, but I would know.

My dick bobbed before me, the tip so swollen. I was excited. I wished my sex slave was here to help me. It would be so hot watching Aurora getting my mother all wet and ready for me. That would come later. For now, it was all me. I was her son. I loved her. Now I would prove it.

I fell to my knees between her thighs, my dick quivering before me. I stroked up her thighs from her knees, feeling the silky warmth of her skin. I brushed the hem of her robe. Unlike my dad, my mother kept in shape. She did it to please him, hoping that if she looked hot he’d have one less thing to yell at her about. It was so sad that she tried to please him. That she let herself love this disgusting man.

But I would fix that. I would save her.

My hands reached her robe’s hem, pushing up the fabric. I exposed more and more of her flesh, my heart thudding in my chest. The shadows between her thighs retreated. Light spilled deeper and deeper between them until…

She wore a pair of white panties dotted with little, blue flowers. They were nothing special—they weren’t the exciting thongs that Aurora and Cassandra wore—but there was something… enticing about them. These plain, boring panties were my mother’s panties. This was so wrong. So taboo. I shouldn’t be touching her this way. I shouldn’t be seeing her this way.

But I was. Thanks to my powers.

My hands moved with haste to undo her robe’s tie. I threw open the terrycloth, revealing her flat stomach and her other breast. Her tits were locked in heaving movement, frozen as they jiggled from her fall. Her nipples were soft, but that would change. I groaned as I drank in the sight of them. I licked my lips, ready to love her.

But first I had to give her commands. My mother would love me before I molested her. She wasn’t Aurora. She wasn’t a slut to be used. I leaned over my mother, bracing myself on hands planted on either side of her body. I brought my lips towards her ear, nuzzling strands of time-frozen hair out of the way, silky strands spilling across my face.

“Mom,” I whispered into her ear, my hard dick twitching before me, almost touching her skin., “I just want you to know how much I love you. How sorry I am that I let Dad’s abuse go on for so long. He won’t ever hurt you again. You don’t ever have to be afraid of him. You’re not afraid of him. You know he can never hurt you again. You know that if he ever gets mad at you, he’ll instead bring you to me. And that will excite you.

“Because you love me, Mom. Not just as a son, but as a lover. Like a husband. Your body craves my touch. Just thinking about me makes your pussy wet. You know that my cock—the cock that you created in your womb—will love you. Will give you more pleasure than Dad’s or any other guy’s ever could. Your pussy craves me to be back inside of you. You want it so badly.

“You just want to love me much as possible. You’re not ashamed of this love. You don’t care that others think incest is wrong, because you know differently. You know that it’s okay to love your son. To fuck me. To be my lover. To share women with me.

“You don’t get jealous when I’m with other girls. You’re happy that I’m enjoying them. You love it when I have other girls. It makes you wet. You want to do things with those girls. Because you’re bisexual, Mom. Deep down inside, you’ve always craved pussy. Not as much you crave my dick, but you do love pussy a lot. You also want to find hotties to bring to my bed. To show how much you love me. Especially Krystal. You love her pussy the best!”

I shuddered as I said those words. I did it. I would love my mom so much. My hands trembled as they reached for her breasts. I grabbed them and squeezed. I kneaded the tits that I nursed from as a child. My fingers sank into the flesh, my thumb sweeping out to massage at her nipples.

They hardened beneath my touch.

It was so exciting feeling my mother’s nipples hardened beneath my touch. They grew hard, thrusting from my areolas, puckering up into twin fat nubs. I shivered as my thumbs kept massaging them, pressing them into her pillowy breasts. I licked my lips, my dick throbbing before me.

I used to nurse from these breasts.

I leaned forward, the tip of my cock rubbing against her flat stomach. Tingles raced up my shaft, tightening my balls. Then I flicked my tongue out, swirling around my mother’s areola. I caressed her puckered skin, covered by little bumps, with my tongue. I brushed the side of her nipple, loving how it felt. I latched on with my lips, sucked hard.

She didn’t make a sound, but I imagine the moans she would make in the future. Those gasping sounds of pleasure as she enjoyed my touch. I knew her body would feel it then. That when time flowed, she’d be overwhelmed by all the things I did to her now. They would all slam into her in a heartbeat, making her mind melt in ecstasy.

I squeezed and kneaded her tits as I sucked on her nipple. My lips popped off with wet smacks before I engulfed it again. I nipped her nub, loving it. My dick throbbed as the spongy crown rubbed against her smooth belly.

I sucked back and forth. I enjoyed them, loving the feel of them between my lips. I got why babies enjoyed suckling on pacifiers. There was just something so calming about having my mother’s nipple in my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I tried to suck as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. I engulfed some of her areola, loving the wet sounds I made.

“Goddamn, you are so hot, Mom,” I said, glancing up at her face. I grimaced. She still had that expression of fright twisting her features; her arm raised to ward off my father. “Don’t worry, Mom, you’re going to feel amazing. You won’t ever be afraid.”

I pinched and tugged on her nipples, stretching out her breasts. The left one, so wet with my saliva, slipped from my grasp. Her tit started to spring back to its normal shape before time paused for it. I smiled at the sight of it frozen half-stretched. Ripples were just starting to roll through her pillowy flesh. I released her right nub, chortling at as it paused, too.

I smacked her tit, not hard, just enough that waves rolled across her pillowy mounds and froze.

“God, I love stopping time,” I said, my hips shifting, dry-humping my cock against her belly. “You’re going to lose your mind the first time I pause everything for you, Mom.”

My gaze ran down her body. My dick poked her belly button. I was half-hunched over. I straightened my spine, my dick would be nuzzling at her pussy. I could fuck her. I could just a ram my dick into the hole that birthed me and savor how wet and juicy my mother was.

I bet she was dripping after I played with her nipples. Just ready for me to enter her.

“You’re not a slut, Mom,” I said as I slid down her body. My cock dragged down to her brown bush and pushed her pubic hair out of the way. The curls didn’t spring all the way back into place, my cock blazing a path through her tangled thatch. “I bet dad never has gone down on your pussy. He’s never eaten you, or made you cum. But I will. I’ve watched enough porn. I know how to do this, Mom.”

It was important to me to please this woman. She brought me into the world. If she never gave birth to me, then I would never get to have this fun. Never have this power to stop time. She deserved so much for putting with my father for the last twenty-one years.

I nestled between her thighs, seeing the juices beading on her silky pubic hair. I made her wet. My fingers strolled through her dark bush, pushing the hairs apart to expose her thick labia. I spread open her pussy lips next, exposing her pink depths. More of her passion glistened on her folds. I lowered my head, staring down into the depths of her cunt.

My sister and I came from here.

“Shame that Krystal’s not here,” I told Mom. “But don’t worry, she’ll join the fun soon. Your daughter’s going to eat out your cunt. I promise.” I smiled.” She’ll probably do it while I’m fucking her from behind.”

My dick throbbed as I breathed in deeply, inhaling the aroma of my mother’s sweet musk. My mouth watered at her scent. I couldn’t wait any longer.

Her silky bush caressed my lips and cheeks. My mouth pressed against her cunt. I thrust my tongue into the hole that birthed me, swirling around inside of her. I gathered her sweet cream, imagining the moans of passion she’d make if she wasn’t paused.

“Oh, yes, yes, Justin!” I pretended my mom crying out while I feasted on her cunt. “I’ve never felt something this good before! Your father never did this for me!”

Pussy juices coating my lips and cheeks, I blurted out loud, “Because Dad is an asshole!”

I pressed my face back into my mother’s muff, my tongue flicking and flailing. I stroked her folds, gathering all that sweet cream. I drank it all even as her time-frozen body produced more and more juices. My balls and cock swayed beneath me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her twat against my mouth.

I thrust my tongue into the depths of her cunt. I buried it deep into her and wiggled it about, my dick aching in envy. Soon, I’d be in her. But for now, I wanted to make her cum with my mouth. I wanted to love my mother and give her so much pleasure. I would overwhelm her when time resumed, smothering her mind in more bliss than any human had ever felt in a single instance.

“Oh, Justin, yes!” she moaned in my mind. “You’re the best son ever!”

More and more of my mom’s pussy juices spilled out of her depths. I loved her sweet flavor, drinking her cream like it was ambrosia. My hands gripped her upper thighs. I loved the feel of her silky pubic hair caressing my cheeks as I fluttered my tongue deep into her snatch.

I moved my right hand, sliding it down across her stomach and into her brown bush. I reveled in the feel of her silky hairs as I headed towards the top of her slit. With my tongue swirling through her sheath, caressing her pussy walls, my fingers reached her clit.

I massaged her bud.

“Oh, yes, yes, Justin!” her imagined voice said, reverberating through my mind. “You’re going to make me cum! You’re the best son ever!”

“I love you, Mom,” I moaned between licks, my finger massaging her swollen bud.

I sucked on her thick labia, nibbling on them as I rubbed her bud in circles. I couldn’t wait for her to explode. For her to orgasm. My fingers danced faster and faster on her bud.

Then it happened.

Her sweet juices squirted out of her snatch. I made my time-frozen mother exploded in rapture. When she could act again, I knew this pleasure would drown her mind in an instant. I drank down the flood of her cream, jabbing my tongue into her pussy. I felt the rippling convulsions of her snatch. Such a wonderful treat. It made my mother explode.

I was such a good son.

“Oh, thank you, Justin!” she cried out in my fantasy. “Your father never gave me pleasure like this! You’re so much better than he is! But now… Now I need your dick in me!”

I shuddered, my dick aching for this pleasure. I rose up from her pussy, my dick thrusting hard before me. I moved over her body, staring down at her tits frozen with the imprints of my kneading fingers. My dick nuzzled into her soaked bush, finding the hot folds of her pussy.

“Please, Justin, I need you back in me!” Mom whined. I could hear the lust in her voice echoing in my mind. How much she needed this. I couldn’t wait to hear her say these words for real. “Ram that cock into me. Fuck me harder than your father ever has!”

“Yes!” I growled and rammed my cock forward.

I sank into my mother’s pussy. I groaned as I returned to her sheath. Her hot flesh engulfed me, her flesh still rippling and twitching from the orgasm I gave her. My balls, heavy with a load of incestuous cum for her, smacked into her taint. My back arched as I loomed over, bracing myself on my extended arms, hands planted on either side of her.

“Mom!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, it’s amazing to be in you! You’re hot and juicy, Mom!”

“And you’re so big!” I imagined her groaning. “So much bigger than your father! I gave birth to a hung son!”

I grinned down at her, trying to see passion on her face instead of frozen fear. I knew her expression would be consumed with incestuous rapture when I unfroze time, drowning out any negative emotions. I drew back my hips, my dick sliding through her juicy cunt.

“You just had to raise the perfect lover for yourself, Mom!”

I thrust into her depths again, my balls smacking hard into her taint. Pleasure shot through me. It was such a wonderful delight. My fingers clenched against the linoleum as I fucked my mother. I rammed my dick over and over into her incestuous hole. I reveled in the thrill of being inside her.

It was incredible. Every thrust sent rapture rippling through my body. The friction of her silky sheath rubbing against my cock transformed into ecstasy. It was better than being inside my sex slave Aurora. This was so wrong. So forbidden.

A son shouldn’t fuck his mother.

“Goddamn, Mom!” I moaned, reveling the delight of her pussy. “You’re amazing! I’m going to cum so hard in you!”

“But I’m not on birth control, Justin!” she moaned in my mind. “Remember, your father had a vasectomy because he hates fucking me with a condom. If you cum in me… Oh, Justin, I don’t care! Love me anyways!”

My hips pumped away even harder. Breeding my mother would be the ultimate cuckolding of my asshole father. My balls, heavy with my seed, thwacked over and over into her flesh. I buried into my mother again and again, reveling in the thrill.

My tongue flicked across my lips, savoring the lingering flavor of her sweet musk. I groaned as I rammed into her. I filled her cunt to the hilt with my cock again and again. Her flesh squeezed down on me. I groaned, knowing her excitement built in her time-frozen body.

My mother was about to cum on my dick.

That thought electrified my body and increased the pleasure. The ache built and built the tip of my cock. I wanted to unload my jizz into her. I grit my teeth, fighting against the urge to erupt. She wasn’t Aurora. I wanted her to climax first. I wanted her orgasm rippling through her before I fired my seed into her pussy.

“Please, cum, Mom!” I growled. “Explode on my dick!”

I don’t know if my mother’s body responded to the command of my voice, or if it was just a coincidence, but her pussy convulsed about my dick. Her second orgasm burst through her body. I groaned as I drove my dick in and out of her spasming depths. My mother’s incestuous flesh sucked at my dick, eager for my jizz to spurt into her. To breed her.

My back arched as my hips drove into her. The slap of flesh and my pants were the only sounds I heard. I threw a look over my shoulder at my time-frozen father. I grinned at him as I was about to fully cuckold him. My balls tensed, my spunk moments from spurting into her pussy. I was so eager for this. So ready to spill my jizz into the pussy that birthed me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I imagined my mother screaming. “Breed me while my asshole husband watches. He’s such a cuckold. Such a pathetic man!”

“Yes, you are, Dad,” I growled as I buried my cock into Mom’s orgasming cunt.

My balls boiled over.

My cum squirted into my mother’s fertile depths.

I grunted through my teeth as every pulse of my spunk fired in rapture through my body. The ecstasy slammed into my mind, sending jolts of euphoria rippling across my thoughts. I groaned with every blast. I unloaded so much incestuous jizz into her.

Her pussy milked my cock. She wrung me dry. She wanted every drop. I imagined her moans of satisfied bliss in my mind as I spilled the last drops of jizz into her. My orgasm plateaued. For one glorious moment, I rode the heights of my incestuous climax. And then my pleasured dropped. I panted, nuzzling my face down between my mother’s pillowy tits. I breathed heavily as I luxuriated in this moment.

“God, I love you so much, Mom,” I breathed. “You’re such an incredible fuck. If Aurora was here, she’d lick you clean. She’d worship you like a queen.” I smiled. “I’ll make sure to tell her that.” I looked up my mother’s body. Her face was flushed now. She didn’t look like she was scared any longer, but frozen in a moment of perfect rapture.

As much as I wanted to savor my orgasm’s bliss, I was also eager for all my new commands to go into effect. I rose off my mother, my dick still hard thanks to a minute amount of that same power that let me stop time being siphoned to my cock to give me stamina. I stood, my knees shaky, her pussy juices dripping off my dick. They froze in midair on their plummet to the ground. I smiled, leaving behind a small constellation of creamy stars.

“Fuck, I love my—”

The front door crashed open.

My head whirled around to stare out the open kitchen door into the living room. There was someone moving in there. Someone who wasn’t frozen. My stomach tightened in shock. Was this the other person who had stopped time earlier today? Had they figured out who I was?

I tensed.

My sister Krystal appeared.

“What?” I gaped at the sight of her.

She put her hands on her hips, arching a thin, black eyebrow at me. Amusement spilled off her elfin face. “I knew it!” She exclaimed. “You are the one who stopped time at the start of my second class today. You’re just like me!”

I blinked at the sight of my eighteen-year-old sister. I stood naked before her petite, budding body as she bounced on her feet. Her pigtails danced around her face as she clapped her hands together with such gleeful delight. Then she blinked and froze. Her gaze flicked down to my naked cock. Her cheeks went scarlet. She spun around, putting her back to me.

“Justin!” she screeched. “Oh, my god, I knew you were fucking Aurora all day, but you brought your slut home with you?”

“Uh…” I said, scratching the back of my neck. “I’m not fucking Aurora.”

“Did you… hypnotize another girl into being your slut today?” she asked. “That was one of the reasons I figured out it was you. After I… Well, after I did a few things when time was frozen, too. Then I realized how Aurora went from hating you to being your devoted sex slave. So, who do you have in there?”

“Well… Mom,” I said, then tensed. I wondered how my little sister would take that revelation.

My sister’s spine stiffened. She shot a look over her shoulder at me, her brown eyes wide. “Holy what the damn, Justin!” She whirled around, her pigtails switching the air behind her. “Really? I wanted to do that!”

“What?” I asked, my jaw dropping.

“Wait, did you think you’re the only pervert in the family?” Krystal asked. A mischievous grin spread over her face. “I’m just better at hiding it than you.” Then her eyes widen. “Justin, you were going to hypnotize me into being your slut, too?”

I shifted. “Um… Yeah.”

She stamped her foot. “Really? I’m gay! I don’t want to have sex with my brother!”

I blinked. “You’re a lesbian?” Then a hot lust surged through me. “Are you and Ji-Yun…?”

She suddenly fidgeted. “Um… well, we are… now. I may have… uhhh… hypnotize her into loving my pussy.”

I grinned at my sister, my dick aching. Just this morning I’d imagine my sister and her friend, Ji-Yun, as lesbian lovers. Knowing it was true, made me want to cum. “How did you do that? No wait, probably the same way I accidentally made Aurora into my sex slave.”

“Yeah, basically,” she said while scooting past me. She gave me a wide berth, pressing up against the kitchen door’s frame to avoid touching me. Then she was passed me and darting towards our mother. “Wow, our mom has huge boobs. Mine are just so tiny. Ooh, I can see the indents your fingers left in them. Wow, that’s kinda kinky.”

“Yeah,” I said, stroking my pussy-soaked dick. “So how did you accidentally make your friend a lesbian?”

Instead of answering, she reached beneath her skirt and, to my shock, peeled down a pair of frilly, pink panties. I blinked at that as she stepped out of them. She gave me a naughty grin and brought her panties to her face. She inhaled her own musk, shuddered, then moaned, “God, I love the scent of fresh pussy.”

“What are you doing?” I asked, my dick throbbing. “Not that I mind watching.”

“Listen, I have the opportunity to rub my pussy on mom’s face,” Krystal said, her eyes glassy with lust. “I’m not passing up on this chance.”

I watched her press mom down so she lay stretched out fully on her back. Then my sister sat on our mother’s face, grinding her cunt across Mom’s mouth and chin. Sadly, I couldn’t see anything, Krystal’s skirt hiding her pussy for my view.

Pleasure flicked across my little sister’s face. “If I know you, Justin, you told Mom to crave my pussy, too.”

“Yeah, I did. Can you blame me?”

“Nope!” she moaned, grinding her pussy on our mother’s face. “So I made Ji-Yun gay when I freaked out after you froze everything the first time. I was just getting settled into my geography class when you paused the world. I thought I was going crazy. I don’t know how long I just sat in my seat, trying not to think I’d gone insane. I buried my face into the crook of my elbow, squeezed my eyes shut, and wished for time to resume. I felt like…” She stared up at me, her face twisting with pleasure from humping on our mother’s face. “I felt like I could almost make it resume. It was probably because you stopped it that I couldn’t start it up.”

“Yeah, that was what it felt like when you froze it during lunch.”

“So after, I don’t know, an hour or so, I left my classroom and started exploring. I wanted to figure out what had caused this all to happen.” She let out a whimpering sound. “Oh, yes, I’m going to cream our mother’s face, Justin.”

I grinned at her. “Do it, Krystal.” I stroked my dick faster. “Just drown her with your juices.”

“Boy, Justin, I don’t know the last time we really talked.” She giggled. “But I definitely know we weren’t masturbating over our naked mother while our dad stands frozen watching.”

I smiled at her, my dick throbbing in my hand. God, I really, really wanted to have sex with my little sister. “Well, we don’t have to be masturbating. We could do other things.”

She fixed me with a hard look while stopping grinding her pussy on our mother’s face. “Nope. That is not happening.”

I wanted it though. Just when I thought I could do anything, my sister told me I couldn’t do one of those things I craved.

“Anyways,” Krystal continued, resuming grinding on our mother’s face. “I must’ve wandered up and down all the halls, going everywhere but where you must’ve been.”

“Spent most of the time in the boy’s locker room after fucking Aurora,” I said.

She gave me a weird look then shrugged. “Well, I guess I missed you because I did swing by the gym, but I didn’t go into the boy’s locker room.” Her grin turned wicked. “I did peek into the girl’s locker room and ogled the cuties while changing their clothes. I was masturbating pretty hard when, of course, time resumed. I panicked and darted out of there before any of them realized I was somewhere I shouldn’t be. I did see Chris and his jock friends running out of the boy’s restroom.” She gave me a questioning look. “Your doing? They seemed pretty freaked out about something.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I turned them gay. They were about the bully me.”

“Oh, is that why you stopped time?”

I nodded my head. “So, why did you stop time? Did you do it to keep me from getting in trouble?”

She shook her head. “By then, I had already figured out that you must’ve stopped time when Aurora started acting so weird with her posts on social media. You know, talking about being your sex slave and all. It was why I was trying to talk to you before your new slut showed up at lunch.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that,” I said.

She giggled again, her hips squirming from side to side now. “Well, Aurora is quite the distraction. Mmm, I’d love to grip her ponytail and ride her face.”

“God, you are a pervert,” I said and grinned at her.

She beamed back at me. “But, to answer your question, I froze time because I was tired of all the racket. Just knowing you were in their having sex weirded me out. I was still… not as relaxed as I became after that. I fled to the bathroom. Ji-Yun followed after me to give comfort me. But it was a mistake for me to go in there. It put me closer to where you were having sex. I could hear everyone out there shouting and cheering. It was driving me nuts. I just wanted it all to stop. Then I felt it building in me. This energy that I could unleash. It frightened me. I remember how time stopped earlier. Ji-Yun was talking to me, trying to calm me down, but all I could think about was if I could do it. I had to know.

“So I focused on it. I thought about it. And then… Everything stopped.”

“And you had Ji-Yun in the stall with you, her nubile body all delicious and yummy. You couldn’t resist doing something to her.”

“Guilty!”

My sister’s face scrunched up in bliss. She closed her eyes, the grinding of her hips increasing its pace. She worked her fourteen-year-old pussy across our mother’s mouth. I wish I could see it, but her damned skirt was in the way.

I stroked my dick faster, harder. I was imagining my sister and Ji-Yun in the bathroom stall, the Korean girl frozen, my sister dragging up her friend’s skirt and ripping down the girl’s panties. Krystal would be moaning, telling Ji-Yun that she was a lesbian, not really realizing that she was actually making her friend into a dyke.

It was so hot.

My balls boiled as I pictured Krystal burying her face into Ji-Yun’s bald twat. In my fantasy, neither girl had any pubic hair. Krystal licked and swirled her tongue through her time-frozen friend’s pussy just like I had done to our mother. Krystal’s real moans only added to the fantasy. My orgasm came closer and closer.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mom!” gasped Krystal. “I’m going to cum so hard on your face! You love eating my pussy Mom! You think it’s the best pussy in the world! You want to wake me up every morning by eating me to an orgasm!”

That command almost sent me over the edge. Now I was picturing our mother entering Krystal’s bedroom, pulling down the sheets then sliding up the purple, frilly nightgown my sister loved to wear. I pictured Mom licking her lips before burying her face into my little sister’s bare twat. She would lick so hard. She would make my sister explode.

“Fuck,” I groaned. I fisted my dick so hard. So fast.

“Yes, you’re going to lick my pussy, every morning, Mom!” my sister moaned. She threw back her head, her pigtails dancing about her shoulders. “Yes!”

I could hear the pleasure in my sister’s voice. I knew that she was cumming on our mother’s face. My little sister was shuddering through her orgasmic bliss.

I groaned, my hand pumping up and down on my cock as fast as I could. Lesbian fantasies danced through my head. I wanted to join them. I wanted to have sex with my sister, sharing her with mom, her friend Ji-Yun, and my sex slave Aurora.

With a groan, my jizz spurted into the air. My cum splattered my mom’s stomach. I painted her belly and tits with my incestuous seed. The pearly lines froze on her before the spunk could start running while more drops remained suspended in the air before reaching her.

Every blast shot rapture to my mind. Euphoria slammed across my thoughts. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. The bliss was incredible. It was amazing. I drank it in, my body swaying. The room almost spun around me.

My sister and I both groaned out in pleasure.

And then the ecstasy passed.

“Well,” my sister panted, “that was incredible.” She hopped to her feet. “Night, Justin.”

As I struggled to gather my thoughts, my sister darted past me and out of the kitchen. I could hear her footsteps echoing through the house as she raced up to her bedroom. I shook my head, wanting to have sex with her so badly.

How? She was gay, and I couldn’t time-hypnotize her. So how could I do it?

The thought echoed through my mind over and over as I closed our mother’s robe, hiding my sticky mess. I scooped up my boxers then retreated from the kitchen.

The footprints left by my sister and me were still frozen into thick carpet of the living room. I crossed it. I stumbled upstairs almost in a daze, my mind grappling with this new challenge placed before me.

How could I seduce my lesbian, little sister? What could I offer her to get her to agree to have sex with me?

Why did she have to be gay?

Why did she have to have my powers?

I reached my bedroom and sat down on my bed beside my manga frozen in mid-air. I took a deep breath and prepared to resume time. Dad would still be angry at mom, but my new commands should kick in. He should bring her up here so that he could witness me cuckolding him for real.

But all I could think about was my sister and her bedroom. Damn. I really, really wanted to fuck her.

“Shit…” I muttered. Then I concentrated.

I unfroze time.

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Aurora Pritchard

—now. What was he doing? What naughty acts was my Master up to?

I couldn’t wait for him to stop time again. I knew we would have such naughty fun.

I smiled, rubbing my thighs together. I savored how juicy I was thinking about it. I grabbed my phone, snapped a picture of my cum-stained tits, and sent him a text of it. “Thinking of you,” I typed. “Can’t wait for you to stop time again. Want to have so much naughty fun with my Master!!!” I capped the message off with the winky emoji and a loving heart emoji.

I hit send.

Smiled.

To be continued…

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Molly needs to discipline her wayward stepdaughter.

A young girl is punished for stealing

Holiday of Sin

This time Sally had gone too far, and her parents were furious with her for getting expelled from school. It’s not even my fault, the fifteen year old, grumbled to herself, as she sat alone in her bedroom. Neither the school principal nor her parents would believe that it was Sharon and Tessa who had stolen the wine. One mistake, she thought bitterly and I’m branded a thief for the rest of my life. Just because I took a bar of chocolate from a sweetshop last year, they always think I’m guilty.
Sally was dreading her punishment and had no idea what her parents, Helen and Jack, would come up with. So it was with some considerable surprise and relief that she heard that she was go away with them for an extended holiday in Spain.
So now, a week later, as Sally stood on the balcony overlooking a large swimming pool, she looked forward to a pleasant holiday in the sun, away from her problems at home. She liked Spain very much and had particularly enjoyed the way that her father had been looking at her by the pool the previous day when she wore her tiny bikini. She felt a stirring between her legs as she recalled the clear outline of his thick penis in tight swimming trunks. She felt really guilty at being turned on by her father but she had no interest in boys. Together with her friends Sharon and Tessa they were constantly teasing their male teachers at school. The girls were very much aware of the effect they could have on the opposite sex. Sally’s mind wandered back to the day when, in a ‘dare’ with Sharon and Tessa, she had gone to school without panties and looked for opportunities to flash the male teachers.
Sally was jolted out of her reverie by her mother’s voice from inside the lounge.
‘Please come down here for a moment Sally dear, I just need to ask you something.’
‘Yes Mummy, what is it?’ As Sally walked towards the beautiful blonde lady she noticed that the usual smile was missing from her mother’s lovely face. Her mother, Helen, wore a short silk robe, tied at the waist; it emphasised her perfect figure.
‘Sally, we have a small problem. Your father has gone into town to the bank to change some currency and he couldn’t find a twenty-pound note that he left of the table. Have you seen it?’
‘No Mummy I haven’t.’ Oh no, thought Sally, here we go again, more accusations.
‘We don’t need to make a big deal out of this my sweet but I have to know the truth.’ Helen said in a serious voice.
‘Really Mummy, I haven’t seen any twenty-pound note.’
‘Well Sally I don’t know what to say, you do have a bit of a reputation…’
‘Oh please Mummy, please don’t you say you believe all that nonsense.’
‘Okay, okay,’ said the older woman, smiling for the first time. ‘I know how we’ll sort this out. If you don’t mind I will search you and that will prove your innocence won’t it?’
Sally thought for a moment. She didn’t want to fall out with her mother and she certainly didn’t want to be in disgrace, which seemed to be a possibility. She smiled at her mother, nodded her agreement and stepped forward with her arms raised up.
The touch of her mother’s hands was not unpleasant to Sally as they stroked up and down her arms, across her shoulders and down her back. Sally said nothing as the hands slid down the front of blouse pausing briefly on her breasts. ‘That’s good,’ said her mother quietly. Then the fingers were opening Sally’s blouse and pulling it gently out of the waistband of the young girl’s skirt. Sally could feel the heat in her face and knew that she was blushing profusely. Then a light shiver ran through her as the fingers touched her bare flesh. For a moment their eyes met but Sally quickly looked away only to find herself staring into her mother’s voluptuous cleavage. The fingers continued their delightful journey from Sally’s midriff around her sides and up her back, where they deftly unclipped her bra. For the first time Sally made some show of protest by quickly putting her hands over her breasts.
‘Now, now, Sally,’ cooed Helen. ‘If I was going to hide something, I think I might put it in here.’ She gently pulled Sally’s hands away, lifted her bra and cupped the two soft mounds of flesh. ‘No twenty-pound note I’m pleased to say, but something else that’s very, very nice.’
Sally now knew that the search for the money was turning into something else. ‘Please Mummy, please don’t.’ She whined; confused by the pleasure she was beginning to feel.
‘I must be thorough,’ said the older woman, and she smiled at Sally, continuing to squeeze and massage her daughter’s naked breasts and gently raking her fingers over the hardening nipples. Then the depraved woman’s right hand slid further down and then under Sally’s skirt. Sally felt the fingers stroking her thighs, which were pressed together.
Her mother was smiling as she moved her face very close to Sally’s and said quietly, ‘Open your legs.’
Sally blushed hotly and turned her face away. ‘No, Mummy. Please don’t,’ she whimpered.
‘Now, you silly girl! Do as you’re told now!’ and Helen reinforced the command by cruelly pinching one of her victim’s nipples. Sally moaned in pain as she shuffled her feet apart. Immediately she felt the fingers stroking the lips of her pussy through her thin cotton panties, gently at first and then more insistently until the panties were slipping into the soft, wetness of her sex.
‘Please Mummy, I don’t have the money. Please stop.’
‘I love you Sally, and if you are a good girl and you continue to please me, things could be very pleasant for you here on holiday with us. Do you understand?’ Sally nodded dumbly, not really sure if she did fully understand. ‘If you displease me however, life could get very difficult.’ Sally gasped again, in pain and surprise as the fingers that had been arousing such pleasure in her, suddenly gripped one of the plump outer lips of her vagina and pinched it hard. So hard in fact that it brought tears to her eyes. ‘Oh! Don’t cry,’ cooed the woman. ‘Let me kiss you better.’ She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Sally’s trembling lips but the frightened girl turned her head away. The next move took Sally completely by surprise. Her mother stepped back and slapped Sally across the mouth. Although it was not a particularly hard slap, it left clear red marks and Sally’s eyes widened with shock.
‘You had better start to co-operate with me young lady or you will be in big trouble!’ It was clear to Sally that her mother was getting cross. ‘You should be grateful that we have taken you with us. I don’t know what would become of you if left you alone at home. But you seem to think that you’re too good for us. Is that what you think?’
Her mother was holding Sally by the shoulders, clearly waiting for an answer.
‘No Mummy… it’s just that…’
‘Okay, I know,’ began Helen, changing tack as she cupped Sally’s face in her hands. ‘This is all a bit new to you isn’t it?’ And as Sally gave a resigned nod Helen kissed her gently on the mouth. Then she kissed more insistently trying to push her tongue into the young girl’s mouth. Pulling back briefly, her mother whispered, ‘Open your mouth.’ Then she kissed her again and this time Sally opened her mouth and allowed the older woman’s tongue to slide inside. Helen kissed her deeply and passionately, vigorously tonguing and sucking her daughter’s mouth. At the same time she put her hand back under Sally’s skirt and resumed her invasion of the frightened girl’s vagina. Despite her frightened and confused state, Sally could not ignore the arousal that the kissing and fingering was causing and she no longer resisted. The fingers eased past her thin panties into the wetness of her excited pussy and rubbed wetly across her clitoris. Then Helen was sucking Sally’s nipples, first one then the other, causing the young girl to moan with pleasure. Sally felt her panties slipping down her thighs and then, once more, the two fingers slid deeply into her wet sex and pressed up and back against her G-spot.
‘You are a virgin aren’t you?’ her mother asked releasing a hard pink nipple from her mouth. When Sally nodded, Helen smiled and continued. ‘Good. I want you to stay that way.’ Then before Sally knew what was happening her mother had gone down on her knees. With her fingers still deeply embedded in Sally’s hot wet hole, she pushed up her daughter’s skirt and pressed her against the wall. Sally stared down at her beautiful mother whose tongue was extended and moving towards the exposed lips of her sex. As the tongue touched her hard clitoris, Sally flinched as a spasm of lust shook her, and she continued to watch in disbelief as fingers and tongue were expertly used to pleasure her. Then she reached the point of no return as wave after wave of orgasmic lust engulfed her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she tried to muffle the screams that tried to escape from her as the pleasure rocked her.
Helen stood up and hugged Sally to her, while the trembling girl recovered from the most delicious and prolonged orgasm of her young life. ‘Wasn’t that nice now?’ cooed her mother. As Sally nodded, she continued ‘I bet you don’t come like that when you do yourself in bed at night, do you?’ Sally shook her head. In spite of all that had taken place, she was embarrassed to be spoken to like that and she hid her blushing face in her mother’s bosom. ‘I think that you don’t have the twenty-pound note. Perhaps I’ve made a mistake, so I think that you had better search me to see if I have it, don’t you?’ Without waiting for an answer, Helen slid her robe off one shoulder. Sally opened her eyes to see a beautiful breast, less than an inch from her face. Then her mother cupped the breast and lifted it so that the hard nipple touched Sally’s lips. ‘Take it, my baby,’ Helen urged, moving it slightly left and right so that it brushed Sally’s mouth. Not only did Sally feel no hesitation; she actually wanted to do something to repay the pleasure she had just experienced. Placing her open mouth over the nipple, she began to suck gently, then became more adventurous and reached up and cupped the firm breast and flicked her tongue across the hard nipple. ‘There’s a good girl,’ said Helen, taking hold of Sally’s left wrist and guiding her hand under her robe. Sally didn’t resist until her fingers touched her mother’s plump, naked pussy-lips. She tried to pull her hand away but Helen held it between her legs. ‘Now, now, don’t spoil things. It’s only fair that you do something for me after what I have done for you isn’t it?’ The shameless woman showed what was expected by moving Sally’s hand backwards and forwards so that her fingers were pressed into the moist cleft. As her fingers reluctantly explored the hot, wet vagina, she felt hot breath in her ear. ‘I think that you should kneel down now and do me properly don’t you?’
Although she was still in a state of sexual euphoria, Sally was shocked by this suggestion and shook her head. ‘Please no… mummy, I couldn’t… really… please.’ Her fingers wriggled animatedly against her mother’s wet, open pussy. This sensual lady was not the mother that she had known all her life and her mind reeled with the excitement and the lewdness of what was happening. She began to wonder frantically if she could satisfy her mother’s lust with her fingers. She had often tasted her own juices but the thought of putting her tongue into her mother’s vagina horrified her.
‘I am going to be patient with you,’ said her mother taking Sally’s hand from under her robe and pressing the wet fingers against the resisting girl’s mouth. ‘Here, taste it,’ she rubbed the sticky wetness across Sally’s lips. ‘Come on, taste it!’ The tone had become harsher again and Sally reluctantly opened her mouth and then closed her lips around her fingers. ‘There now, that tastes nice doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?’ Sally nodded and as if guessing what she was thinking. Helen added. ‘It tastes just like yours doesn’t it?’ Sally nodded again. ‘Yes of course, I can just imagine you in your bed at night licking your pussy juices off your fingers. Is this the first time that you’ve tasted someone else’s?’ Sally nodded. ‘Good, I’m really pleased with you, a virgin pussy and a virgin mouth, but now it’s time to change the latter.’ Taking Sally by the arm, she steered her over to a wide sofa. Slipping out of her robe, she sat down with her legs wide apart. ‘Kneel down!’ She ordered, pointing to the floor between her legs.
‘Please mummy, please don’t make me…’
But the woman was fired with lust and the reluctance of the young girl seemed to increase her wantonness. Pushing Sally to her knees in front of her, she held her by her hair so that her face was only inches in front of her wet, open vagina. ‘Look girl! Look!’ Sally realised that she had screwed her eyes shut. As her hair was tugged she opened her eyes and looked at her mother’s naked pussy. There was a long pause while she studied the erotic sight. The outer lips were plump with a few strands of blonde pubic hair. Pink inner lips protruded wetly and Sally could see the firm tip of her mother’s clitoris poking out of its fleshy hood. ‘Beautiful isn’t it?’ she murmured, releasing Sally’s hair.
‘Yes,’ breathed Sally, realising that it was indeed beautiful. She looked up and into her mother’s misty, blue eyes. ‘It is really beautiful.’ Lowering her head, she pressed her lips lightly against the wet cleft and breathed in the fragrant scent.
Helen waited patiently for Sally to start to do what she knew she had to do. And now another sensation was overcoming Sally’s earlier reluctance; it was the return of the lust she had previously experienced. She slowly pushed out her tongue and flicked it along the wet cleft. This elicited a moan of pleasure from her mother and spurred Sally on. Parting the outer lips with her fingers she drove her tongue deep into the hot, moist opening. As the older woman continued to moan her appreciation, Sally licked and sucked, pushing one, then two, then three fingers into the pulsing hole. She sucked and licked the hard, pink clitoris and at the same time hooked her fingers up and back inside the dripping, fleshy hole, searching for her mother’s G-spot. The growls of lust that came from Helen as she bucked and squirmed told Sally she had found the mark and she continued until she had brought the writhing, moaning woman to a shuddering climax.
Helen soon recovered and slowly undressed her young daughter before helping her into a kneeling position with her arms on the back of the sofa. Then she knelt behind Sally and began to caress and squeeze her buttocks. As the soft mounds of her bottom were parted, Sally knew that her mother could see her tight, wrinkled anus above the pink lips of her wet, open pussy. She flinched as a finger lightly touched her puckered rosebud. Then she groaned with lust as she felt the wet tip of her mother’s tongue flick across the tight hole. All of her earlier reticence was long gone and she pushed her bottom out to meet the probing tongue.
‘Oh yes mummy! Please yes!’ Sally moaned as she felt the firm tongue being forced into her tight, pulsing orifice. This was then replaced by her mother’s probing finger, which slid easily and deeply into the lubricated hole before being slowly and tantalisingly withdrawn then plunged back in again. The tongue began raking across Sally’s open quivering pussy in broad flat licks while the expert finger continued to slide in and out of her pouting anus. The inevitable orgasm that this treatment provoked was more powerful than the first and Sally howled in ecstasy as she came for the second time.
They lay together on the sofa for several minutes, gently kissing and caressing each other. They murmured soft endearments as they slowly stroked and explored each other’s bodies. Sally was enjoying her blissful and dreamlike state and was jolted by her mother’s next question.
‘So where did you put the money?’ Helen asked quietly.
‘How do you know that I took it?’ Sally said, recalling how she had stolen the money and hidden it in her diary.
‘I saw you take it. You may not know this but you suffer from a mild form of kleptomania. We put the money there because we knew that you couldn’t resist taking it.’
‘Are you terribly cross with me?’
‘No we’re delighted – aren’t we Jack?’
‘Absolutely!’ Came the voice of Jack, Sally’s father, from the doorway. As Sally screeched and tried to cover her nakedness Jack stepped into the room and continued. ‘Don’t worry about covering yourself up Sally, I’ve been watching all the time and I’ve seen all of your beautiful charms. But now I think it’s my turn to search you, don’t you?’
‘Daddy! I thought…,’ gasped Sally.
‘When I told your mother that I was going out, it was just to give her a chance to start your sex education. You see I have been lusting after you since you were thirteen years old.
To be continued…

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Hi. My name is Cindy and I’m a cum slut. (Hi, Cindy) I’m a dirty, cock-sucking, cum-swallowing, sperm-loving slut. Nice to meet you.

I’ve been a cum slut since I was eighteen. It’s hard for me to reach orgasm without a cock in my mouth. I’m addicted to cum. I eat it, sometimes more than twice a day. I dream about it. I’ve taken cum showers. Is there a twelve-step program for cum sluts? I’ll bet there is. The trouble with that is, I actually like being a cum slut. When there’s cum on my face, there’s usually a smile there as well. And vice-versa.

I wasn’t always a cum slut. I started as an innocent virgin, like everyone else. But that pretty much changed when I had my first orgasm. I stayed a virgin for a while after that, but I wasn’t really innocent anymore. In fact, I was well on my way to being a cum-loving cock sucker. I just didn’t know it.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Here’s why I think that first orgasm was so important: it’s like the main difference between guys and gals. Guys are pretty much all the same, as far as getting them off is concerned—sure, there are differences, but they can almost all watch some porn, spit in their hand, and have a perfectly good orgasm.

Whereas women are all different. Some of us can get off using our fingers; others just can’t. Some need something inside—a finger for one, but a cock for another, and only a vibrator for a third—and some women can’t get off if there’s, like, anything inside them at all. Some of us can’t cum while we’re fucking, others only cum when we’re being fucked. And on and on.

Why are we all so different? I have a theory: it has to do with our first orgasm, and that depends a lot on how we discover our sex. I think most guys discover it pretty much the same way. Whoop. There it is, right in front of you. One day it’s suddenly bigger than normal and it feels funny. Next thing you know, you’re cleaning it and it goes off! When a guy starts showering every day without being asked, it’s pretty much a sure deal that he’s discovered The Orgasm.

But a woman’s sex is hidden, even from her. Usually she starts having “feelings” without knowing where they’re coming from, you know? So she tries this or that, usually false starts and blind alleys at first, sometimes for a long time. Until one day, hopefully, she discovers what Does It for her. And that’s how I discovered my inner cum slut.

So anyway,

Chapter One — That Funny Feeling

The Story of My First Orgasm,
by Cindy Love
(no, that’s not my actual last name. Duh.)

It started at summer camp, the day after my 18th birthday. I know, I know: I’m a late bloomer. So sue me. It could just as easily have happened when I was fifteen, but it didn’t. Blind alleys, you know? I’m short and kind of small-breasted, and I could have easily passed for fifteen, which is why I think so many people took advantage of me. But I was 18.

Every summer my parents sent me to camp for six weeks, since I was 13. This was my last year and I knew I was going to miss it. I also knew it was my last chance to do something—I didn’t know what, exactly—with Linda Sue, a camp counselor for the last three years who I had a major crush on. When I looked at her I had… Feelings, you know?

Linda Sue was pretty and confident and had long blonde hair and really, really nice breasts. Not much bigger than average, but perfect. I thought she was So Beautiful, and I followed her around like a puppy dog. She took it as her due, and after the days’ activities she would sometimes let me hang around and do things for her: paint her nails, brush her hair… God how I loved brushing her long blond hair at night when she got ready for bed. I got butterflies just thinking about it. This year, I guess because she knew that I was 18, she let me hang out until she was actually ready to go to bed.

It was the first time I had seen her in a nightie. I’d seen her in a bathing suit before, but this was different; it was summer, and hot, and her nightie was thin and white, and with the light behind her, it was like she had nothing on. I could see the shape of her mound, even the shape of her pussy lips, a little.

She caught me staring. I blushed, but I just couldn’t look away. For the first time, I felt a tingling in my twat. This wasn’t just a vague Feeling, it was localized. I had looked at Linda Sue with total adoration anyway, but now I was staring at her girl parts, and feeling something stir in mine.

Maybe she was flattered, maybe she was just horny (she had a boyfriend, but he was away). I’ll probably never know why for sure, but she took my hand and put it on her breast. My heart almost stopped.

It was so soft. Softer than I had ever imagined. I could just see her light brown aureoles through her nighty, and I could see her nipple get hard on the breast I wasn’t touching. More importantly, I could feel the other nipple rise under the hand that was touching her. I was touching Linda Sue’s breast! I thought I was in heaven. That tingling in my pussy was definitely getting stronger, and it felt real good.

“Do you ever… touch yourself?” she asked.

“Touch… touch myself where?” I stammered.

“There’s something I do to relax at night,” she said, “after I turn the lights out.” She hesitated. “Sometimes, well, one time, I let my boyfriend help me. But he was too rough. If I ask you to do something, and I tell you exactly what to do, will you do it for me? Just the way I want? Without asking for something back?”

I stammered a yes, then swallowed, and said I would do anything. Anything.

“And you won’t tell? And you won’t ask for something back?”

“I promise. Cross my heart.”

“Okay. I’m going to trust you. But this is our secret, okay?”

Okay? She had me at “our”.

She opened her top dresser drawer and took out a small dildo. It wasn’t penis shaped or anything, more like an oversized lipstick, but it was smooth and pink and it gave me a little thrill to touch it.

She took my hand and led me to her single bed. She pulled the covers back, laid herself face up on the sheet, and patted the side of the bed by her hip for me to sit.

“Now, I’m going to touch myself, okay? With my right hand. You take your hand and touch me on my other side, just the way I do. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it wrong.”

“I won’t. I’ll do it exactly like you want me to. I… I want to touch you.”

“This isn’t about getting something you want, remember? This is about what I want. If I let you do it, that has to be enough.”

“I understand. I only meant that I want to do whatever you want. You’re so beautiful, Linda Sue”, I gushed.

She preened. “Thank you.”

She closed her eyes and pulled the hem of her nighty up over her right breast. Just looking at her bare tit made me tremble. I mirrored her, lifting her nighty up over her left breast as well.

She stroked herself with the fingertips of one hand, from her hip up to her breast. I stroked her other side, the same way.

Her fingers circled her right aureole. Mine circled her left. “Yess,” she hissed, drawing her breath in. “That’s right.”

She held the little dildo in her left hand. She began to move it around on her belly, and to rub her mound with it. “Mmm,” she breathed. She began to gently tease her right nipple as the dildo probed near her folds. I watched carefully, not wanting to displease her, then I began to softly skim her other nipple with my palm at the same time, so both nipples were being stimulated together. “Oh, that’s nice, Cindy, You’re doing it just right.”

I thrilled at the praise. She began to caress her breast, cupping it in her hand and brushing her fingertips across the erect nipple as she started to probe the entrance to her secret garden with the dildo. I followed along, cupping her other breast in my hand, brushing her other nipple until it was hard.

She squirmed a little. “Um, this takes both my hands. Keep doing my breast.”

I stared, fascinated, as her hand moved to the front of her mound, she slipped a finger in, and began to rub something I couldn’t see. The other hand held the dildo, but it was disappearing into her, further down. I caressed her breast, brushing my finger over her hard nipple in time to the finger moving in her folds. Her breathing came faster.

“Oh, that’s good, Cindy. ….so good… mm… do both of my boobs… oh, yes…”

Her one hand was slowly plunging the dildo in and out of her. I could guess where it was going. I started to get excited in a new way. Her finger, on her other hand, was moving much faster now, rubbing with a fierce rhythm. I couldn’t tell which hand I should be in synch with, so I made a decision, and carefully timed my caresses so I brushed one nipple rapidly, in time with the finger moving in her folds, and slid my palm over her other nipple more slowly, in time to the hand sliding the dildo gradually in and out.

“Oh! Cindy! That’s… good… good!. Just like that, just like that, oh, Oh.” Her breathing got ragged and her finger rubbed back and forth frantically. She squinched her eyes hard shut, concentrating. I kept caressing her tits. They were so soft, so smooth… She grunted, then grunted again, arching her back. “Uh. Oh. Yyyyyesss. Uh, uh, uh… Mm… Mmm… Mmmm.“ She sighed and relaxed, dropping her hands to her sides. I froze.

“No Cindy, keep going. that’s nice. Just not my nipples now.” I gently massaged her breasts, enjoying the feel of them under my hands., their smoothness, the way they moved.

“That was good, Cindy. Stop now. You can pet the button over your own pussy, like you saw me do, but just once right now, to see if you know where it is.” She rolled on her side. “And you can come back tomorrow night. Oh, put this back in my drawer.” She held out the dildo, pointed end toward me. I took the tip in my hand. It was warm. And slippery. And just a little wet.

I stared at it in my hand. I felt really weird. Linda Sue watched me closely. “Is that interesting?” she asked slyly.

“Uh.” Oh Christ. Was I that obvious?

She got a wicked twinkle in her eyes. “Here’s something for you, then. You were good tonight. You can… You can suck it.” She watched me carefully to see how I would react. I felt funny, especially funny down there. I put the tip of the dildo in my mouth and sucked on it. It was salty, and… musky. It was my first taste of another girls’ pussy.

Linda Sue sat up in bed. “You like it, don’t you? Hm. Okay. Deeper. Push it deeper into your mouth. Now pet yourself, like I showed you.”

My hand slipped obediently into my loose camp shorts and down my panties. I pushed into the fold at the top of my mound and moved down until I felt a kind of button. I felt a sudden thrill as I touched my clitoris for the first time.

“You like it,” Linda Sue observed. “Now suck it and pet yourself.” I did as I was told, and got a dizzying sensation of pleasure.

“That’s enough,” snapped Linda Sue. “Put it away now. And no more petting! I’ll know.” She pulled the sheet over her shoulder and closed her eyes. “Come back tomorrow night, after lights out. Don’t let anyone see. Put that in the drawer on your way out.”

The next night I was breathless with anticipation, ready to do whatever Linda Sue asked. She had me do her breasts while she masturbated again, but it was almost perfunctory, like she was more interested in what came after. She had me suck her wetness off the dildo again, and made me push it into my mouth and pet myself at the same time. She stayed in complete control, fascinated by her power over me. I ached to keep petting myself, but Linda Sue only gave me permission for one stroke at a time, when I pushed the dildo into my mouth. She had me keep it up until I was breathing hard and trembling. Then stopped me and dismissed me for the night.

The next two nights were the same, but Linda Sue let me kiss one of her breasts and lick the nipple while she climaxed. She petted my hair. She let me get a little closer to an orgasm of my own each night. But I didn’t know what an orgasm was yet. I just knew that every night it felt better and more exciting. I was in thrall. I would do anything Linda Sue asked.

The next night was a turning point of sorts. Linda Sue laid down on the bed and pulled her nightie up over her waist. I waited for her to expose her breasts, but she didn’t. Instead she closed her eyes and said, “Would you like to kiss me?”

I brought my face near hers, but she turned aside. “Ew. Not on the mouth,” she scolded. “I’m not lesbo.” She pointed at her silky blond pubic hair. “Down there.”

“Uhm. Okay. I mean, yes. I mean, please.”

She smiled contentedly. “Go ahead then. Kiss it.”

I knelt on the floor, the wood hard against my knees and the tops of my feet. She swung her hips to the edge of the bed, and I kissed her on her pubic mound.

“Lower,” she ordered. “Between my pussy lips.” She shifted her hips. “No, not there. Higher. No!” She huffed in exasperation. “Find my button.”

I searched with my lips, exploring this strange, new place. “That’s it!” she said. “No, go back. Oh, yes. Kiss it. Kiss it.” She squirmed. “Uh, french kiss it, with your tongue.”

I awkwardly began to lick her clitoris, listening carefully to her breathing to tell when I was doing it right. I started to figure it out, apparently.

“Uh, uh, uh… yes, yesss… mm. Mm. Mm. Oh. God. Cindy! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, don’t you dare stop. Don’t… oh… AhhhAAAa. Oh! Stop. Stop!” She panted. “That was good, Cindy. Good girl. Get the… thing. From my drawer. Put it in me. Ow! Go slow! Now push it in and out. Slowly. Okay, now take it all the way out.” She sat up, her eyes gleaming. “Now suck it. Suck it and play with yourself. Keep sucking and playing until I say.”

I began to suck the dildo, pushing it in and pulling it out as Linda Sue breathlessly directed. The feel of my lips being stretched and my mouth filled were inextricably linked with the pleasure and excitement coming from my love button. Something started to happen, something I’d never felt before. I began to pant.

“Stop now,” Linda Sue ordered. I kept going. I didn’t want to stop. “Stop, I said!” I froze.

“Bad girl! You’re on time out. Don’t come back tomorrow night. And don’t play with yourself. And put that away. Ew, wash it first. Now go.”

I left with tears in my eyes, humiliated. The next night I stood outside Linda Sue’s cabin and watched the light in her window turn off, my heart full of pain.

The next day at lunch I checked my mailbag. There was a note. It wasn’t signed. It just said “Tonight.” My heart soared. Suddenly my pussy was wet. Tonight!

After dark I slipped out of my dorm and made my way to Linda Sue’s cabin. I stopped, unsure what to do. Linda Sue’s boyfriend’s pickup truck was parked on the gravel road beside Linda Sue’s cabin. I crept to the window and looked inside. Linda was sitting on the bed in her nightie, kissing her boyfriend. He was touching her breast.

“Not so hard,” Linda Sue scolded. He started to put his hand under the hem of her nighty. She slapped it away. “Not underneath!,” she decreed. “Only on top.” She seemed to sense me looking at her somehow. She looked up, right at me, her eyes locked on mine. “Stop peeping!” she ordered. “Get in here.”

I meekly entered her cabin and stood before her bed, my head hanging. “This is the girl I told you about,” Linda Sue told her boyfriend. He looked at me doubtfully. “She’ll really do it?”

Linda Sue sniffed. “What will you do if I tell you to, Cindy?”

I shuffled my feet. “Anything.” I replied.

“Say it.”

“I’ll do anything for you, Linda Sue. Anything. Just tell me what you want,” I pleaded. “Tell me what to do.”

“Watch this,” she told her boyfriend. “Go to the dresser and get it out,” she directed. I got out the dildo and held it up. “Suck it,” she said simply. Her boyfriend’s eyes widened. I put it in my mouth. “Keep sucking it until I tell you to stop.” Linda Sue and her boyfriend watched as I sucked the dildo in and out of my mouth.

It felt strange to be doing it in front of her boyfriend, and not to be playing with my button, but I still got a distinctly sexual tingle as I performed my task. “Good girl,” she said approvingly. I beamed, pushing the dildo in and out of my mouth with pleasure now.

“You can stop, Cindy. Put it away now. We won’t need it tonight. Come here.”

I walked to the bed.

“Kneel.” I got down on my knees.

“Play with yourself. Slowly. If you start to feel really excited, stop.”

I put my hand in my pants and started to rub my clitoris, but it felt wrong to be doing it in front of her boyfriend, and not to have anything in my mouth. “What’s the matter with you?” Linda Sue demanded. I didn’t know what to say. I was so embarrassed.

“Okay, you can stop.” She thought a moment. “Would you like to close your eyes, and suck the… the dildo?” she asked. I nodded, gratefully.

“Go get it then. Now, close your eyes and try again. Remember to stop when you should.”

With my eyes closed I could forget who was watching. With the dildo in my mouth everything felt normal, sort of. As I rubbed my love button, with the dildo sliding in and out of my mouth, I got more and more excited. When I felt about to lose control, I stopped.

“Good girl,” Linda Sue said approvingly. “Again.” Again I sucked on the dildo and played with myself until I was close, then stopped, hoping desperately that she would tell me to keep going. She didn’t. She just nodded in satisfaction.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. Jimmy, you can kiss me while I touch myself. Pull your pants down.” Her boyfriend obediently lowered his jeans and boxers. His erection waved in the air. I stared at my first penis. I felt drawn to it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to… suck it, I realized with chagrin. I couldn’t believe it. But I couldn’t deny it.

“While he kisses me and I touch myself, Jimmy is going to put… that. In your mouth. Suck it, and play with yourself. If you get too excited, stop and count to ten. Then start again. But don’t stop sucking. When I tell you, and only when I tell you, you can get as excited as you want. You can keep going and just don’t stop. Something wonderful is going to happen. But only when I say. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Linda Sue, I understand. And I’ll do what you said.” I was embarrassed, but excited. She was going to let me… not stop. Something was going to happen. Something good.

Linda Sue and her boyfriend began to make out while I watched. It was sort of cool. She slipped a hand under her nighty and began to rub herself. Her breathing got faster. Jimmy’s erection was bobbing in front of my face. My mouth watered (I couldn’t believe it, but there it was).

“You can start now,” Linda Sue allowed. I opened my mouth and put my hand in my pants. I started to rub my button. Everything was normal, but I missed the dildo. Then Jimmy put his stiff dick in my mouth.

It was shocking. It wasn’t like the dildo at all. It was warm, for one thing, and soft and hard at the same time sort of, but not hard like the dildo at all. It tasted funny. Not like Linda Sue, but… interesting. The motion of his shaft in and out of my mouth was familiar, though, and comforting. The head was big, but I was getting used to it. I decided I liked the way it filled my mouth. I moved my finger in rhythm with the cock in my mouth, and it was even more of a thrill than before. It went on until I got really, really excited. Jimmy seemed excited, too.

“Tell me when you’re close,” she whispered to her boyfriend. I wasn’t paying any attention. ‘1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10’. I started to play with my love button again. It only took a few seconds before I felt like I was going to explode. ‘1- 2- 3- 4- 5- 6- 7- 8- 9- 10’. One stroke. Two. Three. ‘1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10’.

Jimmy grunted. “I’m close,” he said, a strain in his voice. Something funny tasting was seeping out the slit in his penis, but it didn’t matter. Linda Sue said the magic words.

“Go on, Cindy! Don’t stop, don’t stop for anything. Keep going until you can’t do it anymore.”

I was on fire. I was exploding. Something amazing was building up inside of me. The cock started thrusting hard into my mouth, going faster, but it didn’t matter. I was about to fall over some kind of edge, into I didn’t know what. Something wonderful.

Jimmy came in my mouth, flooding it with bitter, salty semen, but it didn’t matter. Only one thing mattered: I wasn’t stopping! The warm liquid overflowed my mouth, dripping onto my chin, but it didn’t matter. I was cumming! Yes!! I was cumming! Oh, my god! Jimmy’s cock plopped out of my mouth and I felt warm cum shooting onto my face, but it didn’t matter. I was experiencing the most amazing thing ever in my life. Everything was good. Everything was WONDERFUL! The cum in my mouth was good. I swallowed reflexively. The cum on my face was good. The cock pushing back into my mouth was good. I sucked reflexively. I kept sucking and rubbing until I just couldn’t do it anymore.

I collapsed, exhausted. I vaguely heard Linda Sue moaning with her own climax, but it didn’t seem important somehow. Jimmy was wiping my face with a bandana, apologetic, but I didn’t mind. I had found the holy grail, and nothing would ever be the same again.

Jimmy came to Linda Sue’s cabin every night until camp ended, and so did I. They kissed, Linda Sue rubbed herself, and I rubbed my love button and sucked Jimmy’s cock until he came in my mouth, then I was allowed to climax. After a while, Jimmy seemed more interested in cumming in my mouth than in kissing Linda Sue. She started letting him touch her bare tits, and that helped, a little, but things began to cool between Linda Sue and me. I didn’t care much. She needed me if she wanted to keep Jimmy on a string without having to put anything “gross” in her own mouth. And I discovered that it really helped me to have a cock in my mouth, quivering, on the point of exploding, so I could finger myself over the edge.

So that was my first orgasm, and my second, and I guess my seventh or eighth. That’s how I learned to make myself cum, and more or less how I’ve done it ever since. Over time I learned that someone else’s tongue can bring me off, or their very, very, skilled fingers, but by and large I’m a self-reliant girl when it comes to clitoral stimulus. Oh, and I can—and have—cum with a finger or more inside me, or with a cock inside of me, and even once with a cock up my ass (but that’s another long story).

But to this day it can be hard for me to achieve climax without a cock in my mouth, preferably trembling and leaking pre-cum. With a cock in my mouth, it’s a different story. I can cum so easy, then. In fact, one of my favorite things now is to line up a few guys with big dicks and have them fuck my mouth one by one while I finger myself. That pretty much guarantees I’ll have an orgasm or three, before it’s over. And it’s surprisingly easy to set up. (Like I said, guys aren’t all that complicated where getting off is concerned, at least in my experience.) So I spend a lot of time with semen in my mouth and cum on my face, these days. And I really like it. What can I say? I’m just a cock-sucking, sperm-loving, cum-slut kind of a gal. And proud of it.

So that’s my story. Maybe I would have become a semen-sucking cum slut anyway. Maybe it’s inborn, not conditioned. But as far as I’m concerned, I have Linda Sue to thank for the fact that I generally have a cock shoved down my throat and cum on my face when I climax.

So, thanks, Linda Sue, wherever you are. You put me on a weird road, but it’s my road. And so far I love it.

Chapter 2 — Glory Days

I came back home from summer camp with my tail on fire. I had discovered The Orgasm and that was the most important thing I could possibly imagine right then. A girl has to have her priorities, after all.

My path of discovery had admittedly been a little twisted by Linda Sue, my first love, who had taught me to touch myself under her strict supervision, while sucking on a dildo, and who had finally let me cum only when her boyfriend’s cock was erupting in my virgin mouth. The last few nights at summer camp I had explosive orgasms every night, with Linda Sue’s boyfriend’s dick cumming in my mouth every time.

I was a little mixed up about all that. Okay, more than a little.

I had licked Linda Sue, and loved her, in a puppy-dog fashion, so was I a lesbian? I definitely didn’t have emotional attachments to any guys… but I did have a thing for dicks. I really, really liked them. Especially when they came in my mouth during my explosive orgasms. I even kind of maybe had a taste for guy cum. So basically I had no idea what was going on, even in my own head.

At night I was up late rubbing my love button with no real success. I was getting hot and bothered, but ultimately frustrated and a little sore. I kept rubbing the magic 8-ball, and it kept saying “Answer hazy, ask again.” Nothing to suck, no orgasm. So not fair.

I was totally no-way going to try to get myself a boyfriend to suck on; I’d never had a boyfriend before, and the only guys I knew were dorks—you know, typical teenage guys; into video games and gross Internet porn with giant titty women being fucked up the butt. No thanks, but No, thanks just the same. Anyway, I didn’t want a boyfriend—I was too mixed up. All I wanted was a cock to suck on while I masturbated.

So I opted for Plan B: get a dildo. True, I’d never had a for-real orgasm with just a dildo in my mouth, thanks to Linda Sue, but I had come awfully close a few times—also thanks to Linda Sue. It seemed worth a try. So. Off to my girl-friendly neighborhood dildo emporium, right?

As if.

There was this run-down adult book store I’d been past, in a pretty seedy part of town, that advertised sex toys in their window (and $0.25 movies, whatever those were). It was a long walk from where I lived, but do-able. So I did it. It was a real old-school type place, the kind that there used to be a lot of, I guess, before they invented the Internet and fire and stuff. I figured I’d slip in, buy a little dildo, put it in my backpack, come home, go up to my room, put it in my mouth, and have a little suck-rub-cum party. Easy peasy, like the old folks say.

Not. I was so unprepared. It was like an avalanche of porn in there, stacked to the ceiling and totally in your face. I did see some pictures of women smiling with cum on their faces and dribbling out of their mouths, which was comforting, in a weird sort of way, but there was so much other REALLY weird shit. I was kind of freaked out.

I looked around for a little pink dildo. There were way too many really strange dildos that all grabbed at my attention. There were monster purple ones with spiky things sticking out, super monster black ones that wouldn’t fit in my daypack, long bendy ones like two-headed snakes from some ancient dick-based mythology…

The guy behind the counter noticed me. “Backpack,” he said.

“Oh, right. Sorry, man.” I handed over my daypack. He squinted at me.

“You eighteen, girlie?”

I pulled out my Kefauver High student ID (Go, Wildcats.. yeah, whatever…), showing my 18th birthday six weeks ago. He spent half a minute doing the arithmetic, then nodded. “Okay.”

He looked at me oddly. Just then I noticed that I was like, the only girl in the place. A bunch of older guys were trying to check me out without staring. Others were just plain staring. I was getting a little uncomfortable. But I came here to get something, damn it.

I cleared my throat. “Can I look at your dildos?”

The guy gestured around. There must have been fifty, stacked high and low, mostly huge and weird, with strange alien attachments. “Any particular kind?” he asked, not unkindly.

I took a deep breath and just spilled. After all, the guy was a professional, right? Like a bartender, sort of. “Yeah, well I want something to suck on while I masturbate,” I blurted out. “I’m not sure it will even work. I’m used to having a cock cum in my mouth to help me get off, so… what would be the most like that? I don’t have a lot of money,” I finished.

It had been quiet in a sort of furtive way in there the whole time, but suddenly it was like everyone was holding their breath. You could hear a pin drop, except for the recorded moaning and groaning coming from the video area in the back.

“What?” I said.

He looked thoughtful, which didn’t seem to be an expression his face was really used to. “You get off when a guy cums in your mouth?” he asked finally, like he was trying to set the record straight.

“Yeah, basically.”

“Okay… I think we have something that will help. Yeah. Definitely. Uh, it’s gonna take me a minute,” he gestured at the stack of clutter overflowing the display case. “Tell you what. Take some tokens,” he swept like ten dollars worth of video tokens into my hands from where they were stacked by the register. “Go sit. Watch a movie. On the house. Take booth number twelve. It says closed, but don’t worry about that. I’ll… I’ll come knock when I have something for you. Could be a while. Relax. Take a load… off.”

“Um. Yeah, okay. Sure. Um. Thanks. Thanks a lot.”

“Sure, chicka. My pleasure.”

I walked down a dark hallway in back, looking for booth twelve. There was a lot of panting and squealing coming from speakers inside little booths with doors. Some were closed, but others were open. I could see they were all set up the same: a short, chrome and not-leather stool, TV screen with a coin slot, wastebasket, and a little shelf with a box of kleenex.

The kleenex seemed like a classy touch for such a cheesy dump, but hey. What did I know?

The place smelled like sex. It smelled like cum. Guy cum. I got a tingle in my crotch. It smelled really, really good. In a really bad, dirty way. I was getting turned on.

I found booth number twelve, one down from the end. Sure enough, it said “Closed” on the door in chalk. It also said “glory hole” in day-glo orange marker. Yeah, whatever. I walked in and closed the door. It had a lock. Real privacy. I realized then that this was a place guys came to jack off watching porn. Duh. I should have figured. Hence the smell. Damn. All those dicks, shooting all that cum nearby, behind locked doors.

So near, and yet so what?

Oh, well. I had some time to kill while I waited for my dildo. Maybe I could find a video of a girl who looked something like me, sucking cock, and imagine it WAS me, and, you know, give the old love button a twirl with an imaginary cock in my mouth. It was worth a shot. Might be better than sucking a silly dildo, come to think. I locked the door.

It took a few tokens to figure out the video menu. Those things really didn’t last long! But finally I found something promising called an oral cream pie cumpilation, which turned out to be a movie of nothing but girls sucking cock and getting their mouths cum in. It grossed me out, but it did turn me on, a little, so I dumped all the tokens in, unzipped, and decided to try something new.

It was working, a little, but not quite enough. I was getting turned on, all right, but I couldn’t get where I wanted to go. I really missed having something in my mouth. Looking at it and trying to imagine it was real seemed like a lot of work. I guess that stuff is easier for guys. They’re more visual—they see it, they believe it. Me, I need to taste it.

I heard something scratching on the wall between my booth and the one next door. It was pretty dark, but I could make out a hole the size of a doorknob in the wall, partly blocked by a sliding panel. I felt kind of guilty sliding the panel open. I probably shouldn’t be peeping on some guy jacking off, but I was curious. Maybe if I saw a real cock getting close, smelled it…

Dreams really do come true. As soon as I slid the panel aside, before I could even get my eye to the oversized peep-hole, a large, semi-erect penis pushed through the hole, practically in my face. I stared, my mouth watering, my pussy tingling. It waggled, like it wanted to play. A cock! Unsupervised! With no dorky guy attached! (Well, none visible anyway.) And it looked friendly. Inviting even.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I ventured.

I pulled the stool over to the… the Glory Hole! Well, duh… skooched down until it was at mouth level, and pulled my jeans and panties down far enough to reach my love button without too much contortion. The sight and smell of an aroused cock right in front of my face was intoxicating.

Show time. I took the proffered dong in one hand and put the other hand in my pants. The cock stirred and started to stiffen as I handled it. It felt really good, warm and firm. I slipped a digit into my slit and fingered the magic eight ball, asking the same old question—but this time I felt the response changing from ‘Answer Hazy, Ask Again’ to ‘Yes’. It felt so good.

The cock was getting hot and hard as I stroked it. A nice buzz started in my clit. Oh, yeah. I eased my mouth over the head and wrapped my lips around the shaft. Mmm. A very nice buzz. I started to suck on it.

Bingo. My clit was humming with that Old Familiar Feeling. I was back on the path that I knew led home. I began to slide my mouth up and down, moving that lovely dick in and out of my face. The hole and wall arrangement was nice. I had total control. I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth, filling it nicely, and began to contentedly lick and suck while I stirred my love button, knowing where this would lead.

The dick in my mouth unexpectedly began to leak a familiar greasy fluid. Wait! Not yet!

Too late. It began to jerk and pulse, shooting jets of hot cum into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, using my lips and tongue to keep that cock cumming as long as possible, while I feverishly rubbed my sweet spot for release. But it was over too soon. That delicious prick I had had such high hopes for softened, slipped from my mouth, and disappeared back into the wall. What a gyp!

I was kicking myself for taking my time, enjoying the ride, while this once-in-a-lifetime gift of no-strings-attached, ready-to-suck cock just came and went, without me finishing, when I heard a distinct scratching sound on the opposite wall. I turned to look, suddenly hopeful.

Hallelujah! Another glory hole! I slid the panel aside with two shaking hands, one hand shaking and skanky with my own pussy drool.

The cock that came out of the wall this time was fully erect, longer and darker than I’d seen before, kind of a pale olive color, with a noticeable curve to the left. It was very clean, and very handsome. My mouth literally watered as I approached the gently bobbing head, opened wide, and let my lips engulf it. It was hot, and hard, in the way that only cocks are—soft and tender on the surface, but firm, practically rigid, inside—and almost sweet. It was way longer than my mouth was deep, so I only took it partway in. Then I let the tip slide out from my mouth and sucked the side of the shaft, sliding down from the head as far toward the base as far as I could reach, then back up. It was responsive. It liked what I was doing to it, I could tell.

I sucked it slow, savoring the texture, not letting it get ahead of me. I was developing a spectacular buzz emanating from my love button, spreading in a warm wave through my loins. My finger was starting to distinguish different features of my clit: a sensitive shaft that I had to be gentle with, a hood I could rub vigorously, and a shy tip that would get real sensitive if I tickled it tenderly, then would deliver jolts of pure joy right through me.

I was determined to climax with this cock before it was spent. I tried to focus on myself, to get there first, but my mouth wanted to taste this new cock’s excitement too much. It was like an electric circuit. The more jazzed the cock felt in my mouth, the more jazzed-up my girl parts got.

I got on my knees on the black wooden floor and used both hands to get myself off, one rubbing my clit, the other teasing my pussy lips at the rim of my opening. As the feeling built, I thrust my mouth onto that beautiful, delicious cock again and again, fucking it with my face, as deep as I could. I could feel it swelling, the skin getting tighter. I tasted the precum just as I crested the wave of pleasure coming out of my twat, and when the dam burst at last and spasms of sweet release flooded me from the center of my little universe, the cock in my mouth erupted, spurting cum like a hose, into my mouth, down my throat, spilling out onto my face, running down my chin. It was like coming home.

As I rode the wave of excruciating erotic joy, I felt for the first time that I was drawing almost as much pleasure from the cock as from my girl stuff. The cum wasn’t actually sweet, but it was heady. It was good. I was hungry for it and I sucked it up greedily.

That was the moment I truly became a cum slut, sucking and serving that anonymous cock, worshipping it with my tongue and lips, savoring the semen that I licked off the shaft and sucked from the head. I knew that from that day on, for the rest of my life, even as a toothless granny, I would want to suck cock and taste cum shooting out of it—not just to help me reach my own orgasm, but for it’s own sweet sake.

I used the kleenex to mop up the spilled semen, zipped up, and staggered out onto the street in an erotic daze, barely remembering to grab my daypack at the counter. I never went dildo shopping again, but I did visit my friendly neighborhood glory hole every chance I got for the rest of the summer.

By the last few weeks of my Magic Summer, I had a routine at the bookstore. I’d stroll in, nod at the guy behind the counter, and head down to booth twelve, daypack and all. Some of the regulars would follow me into the back, semi-discreetly—I mean, not actually shoving or tripping over each other. Guy discreet, you know?

I’d lock the door, drop trou, take a bottle of oil from my daypack and spread it on my happy parts, so I wouldn’t rub myself raw over the next hour or two, and by then there would be scratching on both walls and I’d be open up. The booth was small enough to let me use both holes at once. Both glory holes, that is. My personal love hole and my bung hole were still virginal, thank you. Only my mouth was open to the public pubis. But that hole was open wide.

I’d open both glory holes and watch in satisfaction as the first two pricks of the day came through the walls. I was familiar with most of them by now, but there was almost always at least one new cock sometime during my suck-a-thon.

Sometimes the dicks emerged already fully erect, particularly the ones I knew well, as if they were anxiously awaiting reacquaintance with my oral pleasure palace. Others were at half mast, until I started giving them my attention. I would take one in each hand and pump them up as needed, until they were both good and stiff. I liked the heft and feel of them. I enjoyed the look of their veiny shafts and round heads, so different, yet so alike, all of them hard and wanting release.

Then I’d settle into a squat, with one hand dipping into my personal playground, and I’d alternate a while—sucking one cock while pumping the other with my free hand, going back and forth, tasting and fondling, until I started to get that good feeling from Happy Valley.

Then I’d choose one cock to focus on and give it my undivided head, bobbing, sucking, swirling, licking, enjoying the way the pressure built as it approached orgasm. I liked to take my time with my own orgasm now. There were plenty of cocks. I’d casually keep the other cock in play with my free hand while I sucked my chosen dick, working it into a frenzy. Soon I’d feel it swell in my mouth, oozing precum.

As often as not, when the first cock boiled over and started squirting warm bursts of cum into my mouth, I’d have a little ‘gasm myself. Just a warm up. The cum all tasted different. A few guys’ tasted nasty, and I’d spit them into a kleenex, but most were okay or actually good, and I gobbled them up, sucking hard on the dicks while they came so I could get it all.

I always felt a little sad to see them pull back into the wall, soft and flaccid, but I also got a little feeling of satisfaction, of accomplishment.

Man, it was nice to have another cock in my hand, already set to go, especially if I was building toward a big climax. I could fill my mouth and start sucking another dick with no delay, fresh sperm still on my tastebuds, keeping my female mojo going uninterrupted until I clenched and came. Nine times out of ten, when I came, the cock in my mouth would erupt too, no matter how long or short a suck I had given it. Girl power!

I’d usually squat there, masturbating and swallowing cum—most familiar, some strange—for about an hour, sometimes two, until I had about four girl-gasms under my belt, at least two of them big ones. Then I’d zip up and take off, a spring in my step, fresh pussy drool in my panties, cum in my tummy, and a big smile on my face.

I particularly remember my next-to-last visit. There were a couple of regulars hanging around outside when I walked up, just waiting to see if I’d drop by, I think. (I was coming there pretty often by then.) We never spoke, never made eye contact. But they sure checked out my ass and my bouncy little titties!

They mainly wanted to see if I was a real girl, I think. Why it mattered, I’m not really sure. You put your dick through a hole in the wall and it gets sucked. Who cares who’s doing the sucking? I guess maybe it’s the principle of the thing. Or something. Anyway…

I walked down to booth twelve, my heart already skipping a beat, locked the door, stretched, and pulled my pants and panties down, feeling a little moist and tingly Down Under. I took my time—olive oil, or coconut oil? Coconut stayed slippery longer, but olive oil had a warm sensual texture. Hmm. I spread my clit and pussy lips with olive oil, then spread out a little bandana on the floor to soak up the drippage, and slid the first glory hole open for business.

It was magic that day. First thing, the sweetest pink dick popped out of the wall, already pulsing with excitement. I took the round shaft in my hand and squeezed it. It swelled in pleasure. I popped the reddening head into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue over the slit. I tasted that slippery foreshadowing precum right away, the perfect accompaniment to olive oil.

I dipped my pussy finger into my mouth, mixing the olive oil and precum, tasting them together, running my finger around the cock head in my mouth, then returned my finger to my swollen clit, where I felt their mingled fluid textures sliding over me together. The dick in my mouth swelled impossibly, then gently splashed cum right onto my tongue, just like that.

I shuddered with a small girl-gasm of my own at the sudden surprising taste. I didn’t let the cock slip from my mouth and out of my hand right away. I gripped it tight, sucking gently and licking all around the head, affectionately. It rippled and shot a little more come inside my mouth, as if to say thanks.

I opened the other glory hole, already a little breathless, only to meet my old friend, the long olive cock with the left hand curve—the first glory hole cock I had cum on. We had a happy reunion. I had been practicing for weeks now, and I was able to take the whole length of that long, handsome dong into my mouth, suppressing my gag reflex, and open my throat. I felt my throat muscles contract around the rim of his helmet as I swallowed.

I rocked back and forth, that long cock down my throat, my fingers flashing over my oiled clit, for several minutes, taking it out only to breathe. We came together massively. I almost fell over, and the man attached to the cock must have done the same—his weenie popped back through the hole with an audible plop, and I heard low, deep laughter from the other side of the wall.

I sucked seven cocks that day, and had four breathtaking orgasms.

On this particular visit, I went on sucking cock and eating cum for a while—even after zipping up Miss Happy Pants—just for the pleasure of it: feeling them tremble, grow suddenly bigger in my mouth, then explode, pulsing with excitement, heat, and cum.

Eventually I closed up shop, waited for the scratching on the walls to stop, and split. I was in a good mood, loose and happy, content, feeling like I’d eaten a little too much yogurt, but ready for a cup of dark roast coffee and something for dessert. I had a pastry at a little cafe in the chi-chi district that was gradually eating away the seedy part of town. I felt like I owned this part of the city: Queen Cindy the First of the Olde Raunch District. I so ruled.

My final visit to the bookstore a few days later was sad and different. There were a bunch of cop cars out front and lots of flashing lights. I didn’t go in. I walked past and made myself scarce for a while, and when I came back, the sign just said CLOSED.

It never reopened. After a while I stopped going by. I poked into the few other, surviving smut stores, the last two nearby and a couple by the edge of town, but none of them had anything like my Glory Hole. It was the last of its kind, I guess.

Like summer break, my glory days were over. It was time to leave my ‘rent’s house and start a new chapter in my life, anyway. I had confidence now that I would find other cocks to suck, somewhere. They were out there, just waiting for Cindy’s Special Mouth. I couldn’t wait to taste them.

And I was still a virgin! Time to fix that, soon, I thought.

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Hi. My name is Cindy and I’m a cum slut.

Chapter 3 — Dorm Life

You know what’s weird? When you go from being a senior in high school—totally chill, biggest fish in the pond, wise and sophisticated—to being a freshman in college—totally lost, insecure, minnow in a big, strange ocean. People treat you like you’re twelve years old, and you kind of feel that way. That’s sure how I felt, anyway.

Add in that I was an 18-year-old virgin, maybe a lesbian, and a cum slut who got off sucking anonymous dicks in a glory hole, and weird was too feeble a word to describe it.

I didn’t feel like I could tell anybody who I really was. I wasn’t sure I even knew. I just knew that I liked girls in a not-quite-normal way, that I needed a dick in my mouth to climax while touching myself, that I was a full-on cock worshipping cum slut, and that I thought guys were mostly dorks. Weird squared, right?

Luckily, I got into a school that my parents could almost afford, and that was liberal as all shit. So when we signed up for dorms (first year students had to live in a dorm) we had three choices: Male, Female, and Gender-Neutral / Transgender. I read the description of G-N/T, and it sounded more like Totally Confused to me.

But hey, that was me all over. So I signed up for the G/N-T dorm, ordered the LGBLT lunch special from the GNT Cafe, and checked the No Preference box for desired room mate gender. I knew I liked girls, and I knew I liked dicks, so either way, right? Besides, I figured if a guy thought of himself as at least part girl he probably wasn’t a dork.

I was only half right. All college-age males are dorks, but transgender guys are only part male, hence only part dork.

Anyway it turned out that most of the students in my dorm were actually either gender normal or gender just-slightly-confused; they just thought it was cool and PC to declare as G-N/T. Go figure. There didn’t seem to be anybody like me.

But in a way I lucked out: my room mate Lonni was a keeper. I liked her right away. She was more pretty than beautiful, with pert, bouncy tits, nice skin, and a great sense of humor. Plus she had that self assurance I was drawn to in girls. She was a funny mixture—part very girly-girl feminine: legs shaved (everything shaved, as far as I could tell), makeup, lacy blouses and heels; but part tomboy: blunt speaking, funny in a crude way sometimes, and physically assertive.

Lonni could tell I liked her, and she took me under her wing as a project—sort of an ugly duckling that she was confident she could make into a swan. I was part of her entourage. Actually I was her whole entourage, but she acted as if the rest of her following had just stepped out. She gave me the benefit of her advice, which were more-or-less marching orders for me, and she had me do little things for her: paint her fingernails, French-braid her hair… a lot like Linda Sue, now that I think of it, but nicer. I didn’t ask about her sexual orientation because I wasn’t sure of my own. I wouldn’t know how to answer my own question.

In fact, my sex life had become hypothetical. I was focusing on my classes, ignoring the yearning between my legs as much as possible. There was no sense masturbating without a cock to suck, at least for me, and I was too busy adapting to my new life to go out cock-hunting, so I just did without. But the pressure was building.

I was shy, and I pretty much kept my past to myself, even from my room mate Lonni.

But then one Friday night Lonni smuggled a bottle of vanilla vodka into our dorm room and the two of us got demurely, girlishly, falling-over wasted. She opened up and told me about her abusive father and her embarrassing crush on her scout troop leader, who turned out to be a friend of her mother’s. She cried and I cried for her. We got feeling all cozy and kind of held hands, and I got a little tingly, and it got kind of awkward, and she flat out asked me about my sexual orientation.

I didn’t know what to say, so I spilled everything. Everything. Told her my whole story.

She seemed interested and sympathetic about my submissive lesbian sex-slave phase with Linda-Sue, outraged about the way Linda Sue had used me as a cum receptacle for her boyfriend, stunned–but I think a little impressed—with my brief reign as queen Cindy of the downtown glory hole, and fascinated by my need for a cock in my mouth to successfully reach a climax while playing with myself.

“But what about fucking?” she asked with alcohol-enhanced bluntness. “Can you cum with a cock in your pussy, or with a girl eating you out?”

“I don’t really know, Lonni. I’m… I’m still a virgin. I’ve never had a cock in my pussy, only in my mouth, and the eating was strictly in one direction with Linda Sue.”

“That bitch! What a waste.” She put her hand on my knee. “I would have eaten you in a heartbeat, Cindy, if you had had a crush on me.”

“You would have? Really?”

“Cross my heart. I wouldn’t leave you swinging in the breeze if you were sweet on me and I let you hang around and do things for me.”

I crossed my legs, squirming a little. “Lonni? I do… sort of have a… a crush on you.”

“Well of course you do. Who wouldn’t?” she offered breezily.

“And you do let me do things for you. Not sex things, but…”

Lonni sobered a bit. “I do let you do things for me, don’t I? And you would do… sex things, for me, if I asked, wouldn’t you, little Cindy?”

“I’d, I’d like to, Lonni. If you wanted.”

“First things first, child. You haven’t cum in how long?”

“Since a month before school started.”

Lonni moved her tongue around in her mouth, trying to work out the vodka numbness. “Stand up,” she said.

I stood.

“Take your pants off.”

I complied. This felt familiar. I liked it.

“Panties, too. And your top.”

I wasn’t wearing a bra. My tits are small and I like to let them breathe. I stood there naked, waiting for Lonni to tell me what to do next. My pussy began to tingle in a good, good way.

“Sweet thing, you are too submissive for your own good. Fortunately, I have your best interests at heart. Now sit down on the bed, lean back with your feet on the floor, and spread your legs. I’m going to eat you all up. We’ll see if you can cum with another girl’s tongue on your clit, even with no cock to suck.”

I was so happy I almost cried. Lonni was going to help me find out who I was. I hoped I was a lesbian. I wanted Lonni to have the pleasure of making me cum with her mouth, the same pleasure I got from making a cock cum in mine. And I wanted the sweet release of an orgasm, right now. I wanted to cum so bad, I would try just about anything. So I laid back, opened my legs, closed my eyes, and let the vodka make the room spin. Lonni knelt on the carpet by the side of my bed, between my thighs.

She ran her tongue around my pussy lips, making me gasp with pleasure. This was new, and thrilling. I felt her fingers spread my lips. Her tongue circled and probed my virgin pleasure hole. It felt so good. Her tongue was warm and wet and alive, tasting me, touching me, licking me, penetrating me. She licked her way up my seam, from my now wet pussy hole up to my love button, my clitoris. I had only recently discovered that my clit wasn’t just a button, that it had a shaft, a hood, and a head. Lonni knew me better than I knew myself.

Her expert tongue slid languidly up the left side of my clit, between the hood and the shaft, probed firmly over the the top of the hood, rubbing it against my tip in a fantastic way, then quickly lapped down my right side, her tongue alternately brushing the hood against my clit and then slipping inside the hood to tongue my shaft directly. She flicked her tongue left and right across the face of my shaft from the base up to the tip, flicking my tip ever so gently, giving me a stab of sudden pleasure.

She sighed with satisfaction at my responses and lowered her tongue to my moist, seeping canal again, licking the slippery dew from my twat up over my clitoris, basting my tender nub in my own juices, again and again. I let out a slow, satisfied groan. This was exceeding all expectations.

Oh, could Lonni eat cunt! She was an artist with her lips and tongue, and my pussy was her canvas. She licked out tranquil, dreamy meadows and powerful, passionate storms. She sucked my clit into her hot mouth and hummed, slowly sliding her tongue around and around my tip. She brought me to the very edge of orgasm and held me there, in delicious torture, then backed off and did it again. And again.

Finally, she took her lips from mine and sighed. “My tongue’s getting tired, sweetie,” she confessed. I’m enjoying this, though. Are you?”

“Very, very much. More than I ever imagined.”

“But you still haven’t cum. Do you feel frustrated?.”

“Not really. Lonni, it’s SO good… well, maybe just a little, but I don’t really mind.”

“Well,” Lonni said, standing up, “you’re not a pure lesbian, in my expert opinion. Girl tongue is not enough.” She unbuttoned her lacy white blouse and freed her breasts from her tight push up bra. They were smaller than I’d thought, but still bigger than mine. And creamy, with pinkish brown nipples. She looked good.

“Let’s try this,” she said, lowering her bare tits deliciously on mine, and bringing her mouth close enough to taste each others’ breath. “Kiss me while I touch you. Give your mouth something to do.” She sucked my tongue into her talented mouth, still tasting of my juices, and went to work with her fingers on my clit.

I gasped as she vigorously rubbed my clit, holding nothing back. I sucked her tongue and felt myself starting to fall… starting to fall… and not quite falling.

After a while, Lonni stood again, looking down at my body, spread-legged, willing to do anything for her. She shook her head. “You like girls, but you’re just not a lesbian, Cindy.”

“I’m not, am I?” I was a little disappointed, but I was learning who I was. Lonni was teaching me. It was good.

“We’ll have to try something else. But first I want to explain something.” She smiled conspiratorially. “Promise not to tell?”

“Cross my heart,” I echoed her earlier promise to me.

“It’s this.” Lonni stepped back, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, hesitated, then took off her lace panties and, reaching down between her legs, peeled off a panty liner and freed a long, beautiful cock! It quickly swelled to a slender but respectable girth. The head was streamlined, and the same pinkish brown as her nipples. Lonni was a dickgirl, she-male, a girl with a cock. My heart fluttered.

“Oh, Lonni!” I said reverently. “It’s so pretty!”

“It is, isn’t it?” she said with a contented smile, fondly running her fingers along its length. She looked me in the eyes. “Do you think it’s pretty enough to take your virginity with?” she asked, knowing full well the answer.

I nodded, which made my head spin a little. “Oh, yes, Lonni. Please. Put your pretty cock inside me. Take my virginity. Take me. Fuck me, please, now”

I was finally losing my virginity! To a woman. Well, kind of. Someone who understood about being a woman, anyway. A she-male woman, who was warm and caring and funny, who had a pretty face, a talented mouth, soft, round breasts, smooth legs, and a firm, slender cock. What more could a girl want?

Well… I licked my lips, eyeing the head of her dick, a girl wants what a girl wants, and I wanted a taste, but there would be time for that, too, I hoped.

Lonni took a condom out of her drawer and started to put it on.

“No,” I objected. “Please. My period starts tomorrow.”

“You’re that regular?”

“Like a clock.”

“Well, it’s a risk, even if I don’t cum inside you.”

“Let it be my risk, Lonni. I don’t want the first thing inside me to be plastic. Not again.”

She sighed, “Since you put it that way…” then grinned wickedly, “roll over, sweet cheeks. Mama has a present for you.”

I obediently rolled onto my tummy, bent low over the bed and raised my ass. She could have me any way she wanted me.

I felt Lonni use her hand to brush the head of her cock between my pussy lips, getting it slick with my juices. She pushed, gently, then, until the swollen head of her dick lodged in my constricted opening. I pushed back, firmly. I felt something tear as I thrust my pussy back onto her cock. It hurt a little, but I didn’t mind.

Lonni was behind me with her legs between mine, holding my hips in her suddenly strong hands, standing her ground while I pushed back on her rigid shaft, driving it deeper inside me. I started to rock back and forth, moving her length gently in and out of me. It stopped hurting. It started to feel really good.

It felt incredible to have her cock filling me, making my cunt tight, like a cork in a bottle. I could feel the muscles inside me clenching on her shaft. From her sharp intake of breath, I could tell she felt it too.

Lonni slipped her arm around my waist and slid a finger inside my fold, in just the right spot. “Now, she whispered in my ear, “let’s see if you’re hetero.”

Lonni fucked me from behind, intensely, swaying like a dancer, thrusting inside me with grace and passion, while her fingers worked my pussy juice into my clit with unrelenting urgency. She wanted me to cum so badly. She wanted to fuck me and make me cum.

And finally, I did. I had a climax. Just a small one, no more than a four on the clitoral Richter scale, but it involved my love tunnel as well, and that made it profoundly satisfying.

“Well,” Lonni panted, “you can cum with a cock inside you. If it belongs to the right woman, anyway.”

I leaned forward, encouraging Lonni to pull her cock out of me. “But you still haven’t cum,” I pointed out, after all that work.” I stood up and turned around. “On your back, now,” I commanded imperiously.

“Ooh… Bossy, domineering, Queen Cindy.” Lonni scrambled to lay herself on the bed, her soft breasts tilted up and her sweet penis swaying in the air. “I like it.”

I swung a leg over her head, lowering my Happy Meal onto her mouth, while my own mouth followed my hungry eyes to that rosy cock head of hers. Lonni’s tongue was as skilled as ever, doing things to my clit that I couldn’t even comprehend. I gave up, and let her guide me over the edge, as I sucked on her beautiful, beautiful cock.

I slid it all the way down my throat, swallowed, heard her gasp, pulled back to admire the sight of her head, then pushed her tip through my pursed lips and did it again. And again. I slid her cock between my lips and down my throat and swallowed on her, clenching on her, over and over, while she drove me toward a thundering climax with her lips and tongue.

When the warmth finally burst from my womb like a star going nova, and swept me away, her cock head practically burst open in my mouth, spilling her warm, sweet seed right down my throat. I backed off a little, letting her cock spurt cum in my mouth so I could taste it. Oh, it was good.

I swallowed every bit. Not a drop escaped my hungry mouth. When she was finished, I continued to suck on her, greedy for a final taste. She shuddered and collapsed, her face covered in my pussy juice, her soft cock in my mouth. I turned end-for-end and kissed her, pressing my breasts agains hers, softness on softness, straddling her slender cock with my pussy lips, sharing the taste of our mingled cum on our dancing tongues.

Lonni was the woman of my dreams, and I loved her, everything about her, from her pretty face and soft tits to her long, firm cock. I didn’t know what the future held, but for now she was mine. My she-male. My dickgirl. A pretty girl I could gossip with, rub tits with and kiss, with a pretty cock I could suck and even fuck. How lucky can one girl get?

I felt like my education had finally begun. And it had. But there was so much more for me to learn.

Chapter 4 — Twylla

I was doing pretty well in my first year of college. A few of my classes were boring, and some were hard, but I was learning a ton of new stuff, and I discovered I liked it. More importantly, I was learning to really think for myself. (Cin-dy! Cin-dy!)

My love life was going pretty good too, despite my being a semi-submissive, not-quite lesbian, with an obsessive thing for sucking cocks—and a history of inciting strangers to cum in my mouth.

Yeah, I know…

Fortunately my room mate Lonni was a semi-dominant dick-girl, a she-male with long silky hair, soft breasts, and a really pretty cock that I couldn’t keep my mouth off of—everything a girl like me could want, pretty much.

Lonni loved to bury her cock in my pussy while we cuddled, and that was nice too. It wasn’t romantic, really—after the first dizzy weeks, that is—and that made it easier for both of us, but it was delicious. We were cozy girlfriends, who usually ended our nights in bed together.

We had only a few rules, to keep from hurting each other: I wanted to be Lonni’s only girl, and so I was. Lonni wanted hers to be the only cock that was welcome in my pussy, and I was fully content with that. If we had been a normal couple, that would have pretty much sewn things up.

But we weren’t normal. We were two free spirits, sister cum sluts.

Lonni was still discovering what she liked. She was fully into the shemale-on-female thing with me, but like most women, she also had yearnings for cock to suck and be fucked by. I have a thing for cocks myself, so I understood her need. And since I couldn’t fill it, I gave her my blessing to find her own.

Lonni could enjoy all the cocks she wanted, without hurting my feelings, as long as I was her only girl—her only girl-girl, that is (I didn’t mind other dick-girls). Some nights she’d come in late, smelling of male sex, and we’d snuggle under the blankets and squeal about it together.

And Lonni understood my near-insatiable need to suck cocks. So if I found something extra to suck on from time to time, well, that was all right with her, as long as I kept it out of my pussy. What I did with my mouth was my own business, unless I felt like talking about it with her afterward, girl-to-girl.

I guess when two cum sluts get together, that’s how it has to be. And Lonni was actively encouraging me to explore my inner cum slut, to find out what I really liked, to experiment and test my boundaries.

Isn’t that what being young is for?

So that’s basically how I got involved with Twylla, and also how I ended up naked on the floor of the Delta Pi frat house.

But I’m getting totally ahead of myself.

Twylla Van Dyke wasn’t exactly what her name suggests: she didn’t drive a van. The night I met her, I’d walked into town to pick up a few things at an art supply store after class. The sun set on my way back, and I stopped in at a little bar that catered to the U crowd. (In my state the drinking age was 18. I pitied kids who lived where it was 21.) It was early on a Friday night, so it was busy, but not really crowded yet.

I ordered a beer, leaned on my daypack, and was idly checking out some trouser bulges—speculatively, but not very seriously—when Twylla walked in front of me, putting her crotch directly in the sight line between me and the bulge I was admiring at the moment.

Twylla didn’t have a bulge, just a mound, with pussy lips shaped like a camel’s toe, clearly outlined against her tight black leather pants—did I say tight? It looked like they were spray-painted on. It looked so slutty, and so good! I took a nice long look, getting a little tingle in my pussy. Then I looked up, and there she was, looking right back at me. It was obvious that she knew exactly what was going through my head.

I blushed. She didn’t. She gave me a knowing, evaluating look.

“You like what you see,” she said, by way of introduction. It wasn’t a question.

She maintained eye contact, then broke it to look me up and down. In that moment my eyes were drawn back to that yummy-looking mound of hers. Our eyes met again and it was as if we had felt each other up. I blushed again. She didn’t.

She had dark red hair that looked exotic but natural, a strong face—more handsome than pretty—and smallish, upturned breasts. She was lean, but with well-defined curves. Her lips and fingernails were painted a dark red shade that matched her hair and she was dressed, neck to ankles, in skin-tight black leather. I didn’t see her tattoos until later.

She was so hot. Everyone in the place was looking at her, men and women, secretly or openly.

But she was looking at me.

She took the beer out of my hand, put it on the bar, took my arm, and walked me right out into the parking lot. The night air was damp and cool, but her lips were hot as she pressed me up against the brick wall of the building. Her tongue didn’t twine with mine, it came into my mouth and took over. Her face and breasts pressed into mine. She stood against me with her legs wide, straddling my own legs.

She took my hand in hers and cupped it under her pussy, pulling my wrist upward. To someone passing by, it would look like I had grabbed her crotch and was lifting her up by it.

And I was. I hadn’t initiated it—it wasn’t something I would do!—but I found myself doing it anyway, under her wordless direction. She squeezed my hand with her thighs, and I squeezed back, compressing her pussy lips through the thin leather of her pants. She gave a short gasp of approval. I was passionately groping her sex now, and completely under her control.

I realized just then that I was going to do whatever she wanted—I was overpowered by my desire to please her, to satisfy her. It didn’t completely surprise me—I knew I had submissive tendencies. But it caught me off guard. I had always fallen under someone else’s sway gradually. No one had ever taken immediate, total control of me like this. It was disconcerting.

It was also arousing. It was actually making me wet. But at the same time, my newly developing independence and confidence drove me to rebel. I found myself giving her whatever she indicated as her desire, but doing it forcefully, not passively.

She nipped at my lips. “Oh! A tiger! I like pussycats. Come with me, pussy.” So much for my rebellion.

I followed as she led me by the hand to a shiny black SUV in a dark corner of the lot, chirped it open with a fob hanging from a small chain on her jacket, opened the back passenger door, and hustled me inside. The interior was dark—no cab light came on—and roomy. She gently shoved me down into a sitting position on the thickly carpeted floor, with my back against the far door. She stepped inside, standing with her slender body directly in front of me, her legs straddling my body, her back to the still open door. It was clear she had done this before with others. But I didn’t care. I wanted her to do it to me.

She took my hand and put in on a zipper that started at the top of her ass, running under her crotch and up almost to her belt. “Open me,” she grated, her breath coming harder. I pulled open the zipper, exposing her pale shaved pussy through the opening of her now crotchless pants.

“Now, eat me,” she demanded quietly. “Eat and suck. Come and eat me, little pussy.”

She stood with her hips tilted forward, her pussy pressed against my mouth. She wrapped her fingers in my hair and guided my head. “Lick,” she whispered, “Lick and suck.” She began to hump my mouth, rubbing herself up and down against my lips and tongue, making me taste her, from the dark tunnel of her rich, winey cunt to her thick, engorged clit and back. “Lick, yes… Lick, yes… Lick,” she prompted, establishing the pace she wanted from me.

When I was licking her in a steady rhythm—her rhythm—she angled her hips so her clit drifted across my moving tongue, and started to move her pelvis in small circles, fucking her clit with my tongue. “Mmmm,” she said. “Good. That’s right.”

She pulled my head hard against her crotch and began to move faster, grinding her clit against my mouth in tighter circles. “Uh, uh, uh. Yes. Yes, you little trollop. Yes, slut. Fuck me with that pretty mouth. Ahh! Now suck my cunt. Suck my cunt!”

I latched my lips onto her vulva and sucked, licking her clit in the same steady rhythm, while she fucked my mouth, her hands gripping the back of my head.

And then my heart opened, and instead of letting her use me, I gave myself to her, with a will. I sucked and licked with the same rhythm, but my heart was in it. I was feeling her clit feel my tongue, and shaping myself to it, joyfully, passionately. “Yes! Yes! Oh, you beautiful cunt. You. Suck. So. Goooood. Uh. Uh! Mmmm.

“Oh! Fuck! Fuck! You little minx! you’re… Uhh. Fuck…”

Her wet slipperiness increased as she shuddered and came, her hips bucking uncontrollably. I kept on sucking, moving my tongue more softly now, gradually easing as I prolonged and milked the last tremors of her orgasm.

She shifted back minutely in the low space between the seats, wiping spittle from her lips with the back of her hand. She zipped up, shaking but trying not to show it. “Fuck.” she said shakily. “You. You’re really something.”

I had worshipped her clit like a cock, and drawn the same satisfaction from squeezing every trembling iota of her orgasm out of it. She backed down out of the still open passenger door, the chill night air rushing in, contrasting with her heat, and offered me her hand to help me up.

“You in a hurry to be somewhere?” she asked, as I climbed down out of the SUV.

I shook my head. I hadn’t spoken a word yet. I didn’t want to spoil it now. She nodded. “Let’s go for a ride, then.” She closed the back door, opening the front passenger door for me courteously. “You can ride shotgun.”

I climbed wordlessly into her SUV, shrugging off my daypack for her to catch. She gracefully caught it and tucked it down by my feet as I buckled in. “Your loftiness,” she intoned, bowing sardonically, but smiling. She got behind the wheel and we went for a ride.

She drove us up a winding, two-lane road that climbed up through dark trees, then opened onto a curve with a broad shoulder overlooking the town. She pulled off, and I looked down at the view, while she looked at me. The city lights glistened in the mist. It was cold and empty and beautiful, which I was suspected was also true of my companion. She had, you know, just pussy-fucked my mouth—with my enthusiastic cooperation, yeah, but not my actual consent.

“What gets you off?” she asked. “You like eating pussy, I can tell. You’re good at it, too,” she acknowledged. “But it isn’t your cunt’s heart’s desire… You’re a submissive, but you’re no slave. You’re not looking for a master. And you’ve got that fucking Spark.”

I sat silently, watching the view, while she tried to figure me out. As she talked, I began to figure myself out, little by little.

“And you’re not wetting your panties waiting for me to eat you, I can tell that, too. You want me to dominate you, but on your own terms.”

She squinted at me, speculatively. “What is it that you’re hoping I’ll make you do, pussy?” She laid her hand in the V of my crotch, and began to massage it. I spread my legs a little to give her easy access.

“What gets you off?” she repeated. “Not this,” she said, squeezing my clit against the side of my labia. I squirmed in languid pleasure. “You like it though. Yeah,” she said, unzipping my pants and fingering my pussy and clit aggressively. “You like it but it doesn’t take your breath away.”

She thrust her finger fully up inside me and flexed it, while she brought her face close to mine. “I want to take your breath away,” she breathed, her exhalation hot in my ear. She began to work her finger inside me with every word. “What. will. it. take. Pussy? What. Do I have. To make. You. Do?”

And just like that, I knew what I wanted from her. Or thought I did. I took hold of her wrist and gently guided it up and down, humping my hips to fuck her fingers. “I want you. To eat my cunt. In front of a line of men. Who are fucking my mouth. I want you. To make me cum. Over and over. While you make me. Eat their semen. I want you. To suck my clit. While men stroke their cocks. And cum. All. Over. Me.” I pulled her hand out, and sucked her fingers clean, one by one. “That’s what it will take, for you to take my breath away.”

I looked her in the eyes. “Make me do that, and I’ll be your willing slave, for one night. For that night, I’ll do whatever you want, let you do anything to me that your cunt’s heart desires.”

She was breathing hard, already doing things to me in her imagination. “What’s your name, pussy?”

I laughed. “Cindy the First, Gloryhole Queen of Squalor Park.” I offered my hand. “Naughty to meet you.”

We were both laughing. She gave me her hand, her fingers still damp from our encounter. “I’m Twylla Van Dyke,” she announced.

“Well, of course your are.”

She laughed again, throatily, starting the SUV and pulling back onto the road. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you,” she said hungrily.

“But first, I’m going to give you your cunt’s desire. To take your breath away.”

Her breathing grew ragged again. “I’m going to love watching you beg for it. And I know you’re going to love begging.”

I trembled a little, I was so turned on—from my hard nipples to my dripping slit. Was I insane?

She smiled, wickedly. “So you like cocks. You want a room full of pricks?

“I know just the place.”

She drove on in silence. I sat beside her, frightened and aroused, wondering what I had gotten myself into, trusting my inner cum slut to guide me.

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Chapter 5 — Delta Pi
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We pulled into a circular driveway in front of a mansion that had seen better days. The house and grounds were in decent shape, casually tidy but far from manicured. There were two large greek letters above the door, a triangle and a pair of vertical lines topped with a wavy one: Delta Pi.

It was a frat house, one with a nasty reputation. I’d been warned about it by Lonni. “You might get something you like there,” she’d said, “but you might get a lot more besides. They don’t always take ‘no’ for an answer once they get a girl behind closed doors.”

“I’ve heard about this place,” I said to Twylla, trying to keep the concern out of my voice.

“Worried?” she asked, seeing right through my calm pose. She grinned. “You should be. If you came here alone, looking for a bunch of guys to suck off, you’d get what you were looking for, all right, and be sorry you asked—probably wake up on the lawn at 4:00 a.m, with cum dribbling out of your ass and ‘whore’ written on your forehead in marker, or something worse. Shit happens here sometimes. Girls complain, but nothing changes. The little pricks are connected, protected by their rich daddies.”

“Why do girls still come here, then?”

“Same reason we’re here, puss. Lots of willing cocks. Rich, young, well-dressed, athletic cocks, for girls who care about that.” She snorted derisively. “Most do. So they come.” She shrugged. “Girls with no leverage sometimes wish they hadn’t.”

“You have leverage?”

She led me to the front door with a swagger. “Oh, yeah. They know me. We party sometimes, and I scare them. I know too much about these dickwads for them to fuck with me.

“Besides, I have a rich daddy, too. Nowhere near as rich as these walking dicks’, but mine is a lawyer for the mob. If they lay so much as an unwanted finger on me, Daddy Will Sue. If he wins in court, he’ll take their little trust funds away. If he loses… daddy gets very angry when he loses. Things get damaged,” she smiled maliciously.

I shuddered. She laughed. “That’s the spirit, little pussy queen. Welcome to the well-named DP house, the place that hold’s your cunt’s big, stiff, spurting desire, and so much more.

“Seriously though, don’t wander off. And don’t accept anything to drink. Not unless it comes from the tip of a cock,” she added dryly.

I straightened my shoulders. I was pushing my boundaries, I told myself, exploring. Celebrating my inner cum slut. Whatever happened, I was going to find out more about who I was, and what I wanted.

I had told Twylla what I thought I wanted, but how would I feel when it actually happened? My fear was overlaid with a growing erotic thrill. What had Twylla called it? My cunt’s heart’s desire. It might not be what I’d find, but it was finally what I knew I was looking for.

A handsome, well-groomed young stud answered the door, saw Twylla, and opened the way mock-courteously, gesturing us in. “Ms. Van Dyke,” he greeted her. “Always a pleasure.”

Twylla gave him a dangerous look. “Usually a pleasure,” he amended. “None of our brothers have offended you, I hope.”

“Your very existence offends me, Chaz. But don’t worry; tonight it’s pleasure. For you, if you like, and, say, six or twelve of your brothers.”

Chaz licked his suddenly dry lips and looked at me speculatively. “So many?” he asked, getting excited. “She’s so… little.”

Twylla grinned. “Little and tight and mine, to do with as I please. Tonight, a little humiliation is on the menu. She’s going to strip naked and play with herself in front of you all, then I’m going to eat her cunt, while the lot of you take turns fucking her in the mouth. Jack off on her if you want. Cum on her face, her sweet little tits. Hell, giver a cum shower. I’ll have her wanting it. She’ll be begging to suck your dicks dry and lick them clean.”

Chaz was practically shaking. I smiled to myself. Guys. So predictable, in some ways. “Yes,” he answered. “Yes, absolutely. Come upstairs. The Blue Room, I think. Yes, definitely. I’ll gather the flock.” He hesitated. “Would you like a drink?” he asked with hooded eyes.

Twylla laughed in his face. “Do I look stupid, Chaz?”

“No. No, definitely not. Crazy and dangerous, yes, but stupid? No.” He admired her leather-clad figure. “And may I say, very sexy tonight?”

“You may. Tonight and every night. Enjoy the sights, but don’t get carried away. If a little cum splashes off pussy here and lands on my leather, she’ll lick it off. But if one of your brothers deliberately shoots his spunk on me, I’ll have his testicles in my mouth. And he won’t like it.”

“Well,” said Chaz, “I think we’ve established the ground rules for our little soiree.” He gestured upstairs, and eyed me with undisguised lust. “Let the fun begin.”

The so-called Blue Room was large, heavily curtained, and not blue. It was flooded with dim red light and long black shadows from a single, bare, scarlet bulb. Chaz excused himself and left me alone with Twylla.

She shook a black silk blindfold from her jacket and tied it around my eyes. I instantly felt more vulnerable, more dependent on her, and more sexually aroused.

She fastened a leather collar around my neck. She unbuttoned my blouse and put small clips on my nipples. They didn’t hurt, but they stimulated me almost too much. This was intended as humiliation, but I wasn’t humiliated. I was exhilarated. She put her hands inside my blouse and ran them over my breasts and belly. We started making out, her tongue again aggressively taking possession of my mouth, her hands occasionally tugging gently on my nipple clips, dragging me toward the border between extreme pleasure and mild pain.

I was completely in her hands. She could change the rules at any time and I would be helpless. She could do anything to me. Anything at all. She squeezed my crotch and I almost came. This was making me so hot.

There was a gradually building rustle and murmur in the room as Twylla kissed, licked, and bit me everywhere from my blindfolded face to my belly button, paying special attention to my mouth and breasts. Then she took the blindfold off. Men ringed the room, tall and sexual in the red light, casting long, dark shadows.

There were more than a dozen men in the room, all of them young, most of them muscular, proud, and even attractive. All had visible bulges, and some were squeezing their cocks through their pants. A few already had them out and were stroking them, slowly, in anticipation of a long night’s pleasure. My mouth started to water. Their faces began to recede from my vision, into a haze. I saw only a ring of tall red cocks casting black shadows.

Twylla pulled my blouse off, dropping it on the floor, and held up my naked tits, complete with nipple clamps, to the shadowy ring of aroused cocks. “This delicious little thing is Pussy,” she said. “But you can’t have Pussy’s pussy. It’s mine. She wants to give her cunt to me, in front of all of you. Don’t you, pussy?”

“Yes,” I answered, my natural shyness showing. A predatory murmur ran through the room.

“Say it.”

“I want, I want you to fuck me. Make me cum. In front of these men.” I fought with my fear.

“And what would you like the men to do, pussy?”

“I want them to line up,” my voice was shaking. My throat was dry. Had I really asked for, demanded, this? “And f-fuck my mouth.”

“And what will you do?”

“Suck. Suck them off. I’ll give them all the best b-blowjobs. Make them cum. In my mouth.”

“And?”

“And swallow their cum,” I declared, my voice firming. “All of it.” The bulges around the room were swelling into thick rods now. More cocks were coming out. More hands stroking them. The musty smell was becoming the odor of rutting males.

“And if they don’t want to cum in your mouth?”

“They can cum on my face, on my tits, in my hair. All over me.”

“CAN, pussy? Only CAN cum on you?”

“I want them to. I want them to cum on me.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please. Oh please let me suck you. Let me turn you on and get you off with my lips and tongue. Please, yes, stroke your dicks and shower me with your warm cum. It will make me so hot to have you jack off on me. I’ll cum and cum, if I can only suck your long, beautiful cocks. I’ll worship them with my mouth.”

There. I had made my confession. My inner cum slut had spoken. I could feel the beat of male sexual response pulsing all around me.

“Very pretty. Now strip.”

I carelessly kicked my shoes off, stepped out of my pants, then dropped my panties, letting them fall. I kicked them aside. I was naked, in front of all these men these cocks. My knees were shaking. This was so different from an anonymous glory hole. I was so much more exposed. My heart was pounding. I felt like I was going to pass out, and at the same time like I was building to a shattering climax. Everything balanced on a knife’s edge.

My inner cum slut was coming out of the darkness, at least into the shadows. I was still hiding behind the pretext of being forced to do this, instead of reveling in it, but it wasn’t entirely a pretext. Twylla was making me do this, albeit at my urging. This would be painfully humiliating, or it would be glorious.

“On your knees, pussy. Spread your lips and play with yourself while you suck a man’s cock for us. I’ll take your cunt when you’re wet and I’m ready. Now, who’s first?”

I knelt on the carpet, spreading my labia and beginning to finger myself. My pussy was already sopping wet. I was so hot I was shaking. A tall, muscular pair of legs appeared in front of me as I rubbed myself. A man’s hand held an engorged cock up to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the tip. He pushed it in.

I began to suck on it. Yes! I felt transformed. Unexpectedly, I flung my arms around his legs, pulling his cock into my face, plunging my mouth down over that sweet, warm, swelling prick. The blood-red cock head filled my mouth. I sucked harder and impaled my face on it, reared my head back and did it again, and again, getting it deeper into my throat each time, as it grew longer and harder. I began to moan, my cries of arousal only partly blocked by the burgeoning cock filling my throat. I could feel the cock responding to my passion. I could feel the man behind it responding. I could feel the whole room responding. The sexual energy in the room was growing, and changing, moment by moment.

Gaining strength and confidence, I unwrapped one arm from around him and dipped a hand into the source of my yearning. I barely brushed my clit before I clenched in a spasming orgasmic wave. I came, loudly and undeniably.

The cock in my mouth erupted in immediate response, fountaining with semen, filling my mouth to overflowing. In a fit of lust, the man I was face-fucking pulled his cock from my lips and shot more cum on my face. Humiliation? No. I chose rapture.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, mouth open, smiling, beatific, as the warm rain of his orgasm spilled over me, reflecting back the heat of my own. A burst of applause broke out, and an animal roar of approval and lust.

I was on my knees, naked in the beast’s lair, in Twylla’s thrall. But my cum slut was in charge of us all now, and she was radiant. A knot of men jostled for position to get in line for my oral ministrations. The rest impatiently gathered in a clot around me, ardently stroking themselves, in pleasure and passion, approaching climax, urging their pricks to shoot, shoot, shower me with their offering of semen and sperm, feeding the flames of my glowing carnal furnace with their sweet cum.

Queen Cindy of Delta Pi accepted the second hot, rigid cock into her bountiful mouth, sucked it all the way down her throat, hummed, and began her reign of pleasure and passion. They had come to use me. Now they were hungry to be near my heat.

I leaned forward and thrust my ass back toward Twylla. I needed both hands now, to hold and stroke this forest of cocks. While I gave myself to them, using both hands, I urged Twylla’s tongue and lips to keep bringing me to the edge of climax, fanning the white-hot core of this slowly building firestorm with a flame of pure orgasmic female incandescence.

Twylla Van Dyke got on her knees and thrust her face into my vulva from behind. Her lips wrapped around my swollen clit. Her tongue lapped the slippery fluid dripping from my cunt up and over my swollen love bud, sliding up and down on my engorged nub, keeping my sex lubricated and stimulated, in perpetual throbbing lust.

The cum slut inside me was bending us all to her will. It was glorious.

I was sucking on a big, hard dick, its sensitive tip lodged in my throat. I held the rigid shaft of another in my left hand. I could feel it pulsing. I was helping to stroke a third, twisting my right hand around the head, tickling the sensitive underside while its owner thrust it through the ring formed by his finger and thumb. It swelled, the head turning purple. Cum began to dribble from the tip, onto my wrist. The man released the ring from around the base of his cock and jets of semen shot out, onto my cheek and hair.

It triggered a chain reaction. Two more immediately spurted, causing a warm rain of cum to fall on my neck, breasts and shoulders, dripping slowly down my back and front in thin white runnels. At the same instant, the cock in my throat jerked and pulsed, injecting its seed directly into my gullet, then withdrew, still leaking cum. And at that moment, Twylla gave my clitoris a strong, prolonged swirling suck and I came again, loudly, screaming my pleasure around the shaft of a yet another cock, already plunging noisily into my mouth and throat.

Cock after cock was stuffed into my mouth, and I lusted for every one, worshipped every one, brought each one to paroxysms of pleasure, culminating in wet orgasm, and utterly satisfied every one, draining them completely.

Other cocks, too impatient to wait, jacked off on my face and my tiny, precious tits, and I turned it into something beautiful, every pulsing cock spraying an offering of semen to the cum goddess I embodied. Others might seek to debase me, but I refused to be debased.

With so many engorged shafts and heads pumping in and out of my mouth, the stimulus of Twylla’s tongue on my clit kept pulling me over the edge, into the sweet abyss. I came, again and again, shuddering, trembling, dripping, screaming.

Things began to blur together, into one endless series of swollen heads, pulsing shafts, and back-to-back male and female orgasms. But distinct moments stand out in sharp relief:

—An enormous cock, it’s head swaying in front of me, spraying a fountain of pale fluid, arcing over me. Me, raising my face languidly to catch it in mid-stream in my mouth…

—Twylla playfully slipping a moistened finger up my ass while I was deepthroating a particularly long member, causing me to choke, squeezing the cock so hard it unloaded inside me on the spot, then pulling her finger out as she sucked hard on my clit, triggering the most spectacular orgasm of my night, as the long shaft continued to pulse…

—A trembling dick spilling a thick creamy wad in my mouth, its owner crying out as I massaged the head with my tongue, bathing it in its own slippery load…

—One long cock pulling slowly out of my mouth, trailing a string of cum and saliva, as another bobbed in the air, hungry to enter…

—Four cocks spurting cum on my face at the same time, the hot seed splashing on both my cheeks. The guttural moans of lust and satisfaction as I wiped my face clean with my fingers, gathering their semen, and sucked the fresh cum from my hands, just before another turgid member thrust into my mouth, fountaining my mouthful of mixed seed out onto my lips and chin…

—Twylla grunting as she rooted aggressively in my cunt, making me cum twice in a row…

—The sound of the door closing behind the last man as he left…

—Lying alone in the red light with my head in Twylla’s lap, sucking the cum from her fingers as she wiped it off my leather collar and fed it to me with surprising tenderness…

—Reveling in the moment, knowing I had truly freed my inner cum slut, that she was a genie who would never go back into the bottle…

—Gazing with expectant trepidation into Twylla’s eyes as she held me, their depths busy with thoughts of me in a thousand different positions, already choreographing my promised night of bondage to her every desire…

—My pleasure at taking my iPhone out of my daypack in Twilla’s SUV on the way back to my dorm, and reading a love note from Lonni, as the sky turned pale in the east, shot with pink and gold, shining like a glistening vagina…

After all of that, I still wanted to go home and fuck Lonni, to feel the comfort of her cock inside me. To doze in her arms. It was Saturday. We could stay in bed.

I was so happy.

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A 18 year old boy is taken to the family Caravan as a treat for passing his exams

Weekend at the Caravan
By
Docker5000

Chapter 1

John Holmes was in his room talking to one of his friends over the internet.
He was in America.
His family had taken him to America as a reward for him doing well in his final exams.
John had done better than his friend in his exams and were was his folks taking him as a reward.
To his uncles bloody caravan on the Welsh Coast.
John truly couldn’t believe this his parents could well afford to take him abroad. But his father begrudged taking too much time off work.
He was a bank manager and was trying to get the vacant job as regional manager.
This meant him putting in every hour he could at his bloody bank.

John now heard a soft knock on his bedroom door.
He told his friend.
“To enjoy his holiday and he would talk to him when he could.”
He now turned off his computer then turned towards his closed door.
He then called out to whoever was outside.
“To come in.”

Sally Holmes now pushed open her son’s bedroom door and walked into his room.
She was trying to smile at him to try and make him feel better.
Sally could understand her son being pissed off with his father.
When he started doing his final exams.
His father told him if he did well as a reward he would take him on a trip to Europe and maybe do some rock climbing too in the Alps.
However as usual work came first and his father could not take a lot of time off work.
So he was taking his son and wife to his brother’s caravan on the Welsh Coast for a long weekend.

Sally now sat down on her son’s bed and smiled at him once more.
She then asked him.
“If he had everything that he would need for the weekend at the caravan.”

John just looked at his mother then tried to smile at her.
He then said to her.
“What the hell are we going to do in a small caravan for four days?
It’s bloody October and freezing and it does nothing but rain on the Welsh coast this time of year. Where going to be stuck in a caravan with dad for four days.
I would rather go back to school.”

Sally to was not looking forward to being stuck in a small caravan with both her husband and her son for four days.
Her husband would begrudge every hour he had to spend in the caravan and her son would be bored out of his head and it would be up to her to stop them from killing each other.
Sally was just about to say something to her son. When she heard the front door open and her husband calling out her name.
She just shook her head at her son then went to greet her husband.

Later that night Sally was soaking in a hot bubble bath with a glass of wine. She remembered when she and her husband went on caravan holidays.
They got to the caravan locked the door and spent most of the weekends in bed fucking each other’s brains out as neither of them had a place of their own at the time and each were still living with their parents.
They did not get the chance to have much sex apart from the back seat of his car.
So when they got the chance to use the family caravan in Wales she always looked forward to the trips.
It had been many years since they had last used the caravan as a fuck hid-out.
She would have enjoyed going with just him and maybe getting him to rekindle his passion for her. At the moment his only passion was for promotion at work.

Sally was looking out of her living room window when her husband arrived home from work. She was quite pleased to see that he had put some L plates on his car.
Sally had hoped he would let John drive a little way. He had his test coming up in a couple of weeks and any extra practice would be good for him.

After dinner they packed everything into the car and set off.
George allowed John to drive and he sat next to him in the passenger seat. Sally sat in the back smiling. She was happy that her husband was spending some overdue time with his son. John to was pleased that his father was spending a little time with him.

George allowed his son to drive until they came up to the motorway.
Learners were not allowed on the motorway so he took over and Sally now sat in the passenger seat next to her husband.
Once they were off the motorway Sally took over driving with John sat next to her in the passenger seat.
Her husband was sat in the back with his computer tablet just finishing off a little work.
However neither, Sally or John were upset about this as he had been absolutely wonderful the entire journey.
He had been laughing and joking and they had played games like they used to when John was a little boy.
It could be a good weekend after all.
Now both Sally and John were happy to spend some time with him.

When they finally arrived at the caravan park it was just getting dark and of course as John predicted was raining heavily.
As the car was lovely and warm George told them.
“To stay in the car.”
He went into the caravan and got the heating turned on; 10 minutes later he opened the caravan door and indicated for them to come in.
He told them.
“Just to bring what they needed for tonight, they would unload the car in the morning.”
As it had been a long drive and everyone was tired.
Sally prepared a quick dinner for all of them.
They talked and watched the TV for a couple of hours.
After that they all decided to have an early night.

When John woke up the next morning the wind had died down and it had stopped raining.
John got dressed and he checked in on his parents.
They were both still fast asleep.
He decided to go for a walk.
He needed to stretch his legs.
John really did not like being stuck in the caravan for too long.

However it was still pretty cold.
John got the keys to the car from his parents’ room without waking them up.
He wanted his big winter coat and his thick woolly hat from the car.
Once he was dressed nice and warm he decided to go for a walk down the beach.
He noticed a car parked next to the caravan next to his.
The car was not there when they pulled in last night.

John quickly dismissed the car from his mind and set off down the beach there was nobody about at this hour of the morning so he had the full beach to himself.
It was nearly 3 hours later when he started to get hungry and wanted some breakfast that he started to head back to his caravan.

When John got near his own caravan he noticed that his father’s car was missing. When he entered the caravan his mother was set at the table and it looked like she had been crying. She quickly tried to cover up her tears when he entered the caravan closing and locking the door behind him.
He then went to sit down opposite her at the table.

Sally now looked up at her son and tried her best to smile at him.
She then said to him.
“Your father got a very urgent phone call from his bank he had to go back immediately.”

John was really disappointed but deep down he was not really surprised.
He now said to his mother.
“For her to dry her eyes; he had found a nice little café just beyond the point and it would be his treat.”
She smiled at her son lovingly, she remembered she was hungry and she was not really in the mood to cook.
15 minutes later they walked into the small cafe arm in arm.
The breakfast was very nice and soon they were once again feeling a lot better.
The café had a magnificent view of the bay.

When they were walking back to their own caravan. They noticed a man taking things out of a car and taking them into the caravan next to theirs.
This caravan was larger than theirs.
Then a Woman about the same age as Sally appeared in the caravan doorway.
She noticed John and Sally and she gave them a nice smile.
A couple of seconds later a girl appeared in the doorway.

The man who had been going in and out of the caravan now turned and saw John and his mother walking back to their caravan.
He waved at them in a friendly manner.
He was now joined by the two women.
When John and his mother got close enough to him he introduced himself to them.
His name was Donald White.
He then introduced his wife Wendy and daughter Becky to them both.

After they all had shaken hands with each other John and Sally were both invited inside their caravan for some breakfast.
Sally politely declined telling them.
“That they had just been to the café on the point.”
Donald said to her.
“Maybe some other time.”
Sally said to him.
“That would be nice.”
She and John now went into their own caravan.
Donald, Wendy and Becky just smiled to each other as they watched them go.
They had plans for John and his mother.

Later on John wanted to go for another walk and maybe explore a little bit.
However Sally was feeling very tired.
She sometimes got really bad migraine headaches and this was one of them times.
She just wanted to lie down and get some rest.

John had been walking for about half an hour the sun had decided to make a surprise appearance in the sky and it was now becoming rather hot.
He had taken off his heavy coat and he was carrying it under his arm.
John was pleasantly surprised by the sudden heat, he was also happy that the beach was empty.

He continued down the beach until he got to some rocks.
To get to a further stretch of beach he had to climb over the rocks.
When he rounded the corner he found Donald and his family.
Donald was taking some pictures of his wife and daughter posing on some rocks.
He was only wearing a T shirt and some shorts.
John was surprise that his wife and daughter were both dressed in only bikinis and the bikinis were very small.

All three of them now greeted John in a friendly manner. When John was not looking Donald winked at his wife and daughter.
They both knew what he had in mind.

Both Wendy and Becky grabbed him and pulled him over to where they were posing on some rocks.
They put his arms around their waists.
John felt a little embarrassed with his arms around them. But soon he started to relax.
Donald took pictures after picture of them posing together.

Donald now asked John.
“If he would take some pictures of him with his wife and daughter.”
He now offered the camera to John.
John was only too glad to get out of the women’s embrace.
He was getting quite turned on with his arms around them.
He now started to take pictures of the family.
At first the pictures were just normal ones husband and wife, wife and daughter, father and daughter and so on.

Now John was taking some pictures of Wendy and Becky together they each had their arms around the others waists.
Donald now said to them both with a big smile on his face.
“How about some for the special album.”

Wendy and Becky just looked at each other and started to giggle.
John nearly dropped the camera when both of them quickly removed their bikini tops and started to touch each other’s boobs.
John looked at Donald but Donald just smiled at him.
Donald asked him to continue taking some pictures.
John hesitated for a few seconds then he started to take more pictures.
He thought to himself what the hell they were both beautiful women and they were only posing topless.
He continued to take picture after picture?

While John was taking pictures of the mother and daughter who were now kissing each other and had their hands in each other’s bikini bottoms Donald was behind him stripping off all his clothes.
John was now shocked when a naked Donald sporting a very huge hardon walked passed him towards his topless wife and daughter.
He now started to kiss them both passionately.
As he kissed them he took hold of the laces of their bikini bottoms and pulled them.
Their bikini bottoms now fell away from their bodies revealing their shaved pussies to John.

At first John just stopped taking pictures and started to watch them.
Donald was kissing his wife then his daughter.
He was also playing with their breasts and running his hands down to their pussies.
Each of the girls had a hand on his cock and were rubbing it and teasing his balls.
Donald smiled at John then told him.
“To carry on taking pictures please.”
He told him.
“To get plenty of good close up shots when Becky sucked him.”
This confused John a little bit now.

However he was soon to find out what Donald meant.
Becky now looked directly at John and gave him a really big smile.
She then dropped on to her knees.
John now started to shake when he realized what she was about to do.
However he zoomed in on her face and made himself calm down as he watched her through the camera viewfinder take her father’s cock-head into her mouth and start to lick all around it.
Donald moaned into his wife’s mouth as his daughter teased his cock with her hot mouth.

Becky was now giving her father a long and slow deep-throat blowjob. She took him completely into her mouth and down her throat.
She then pulled all the way back and licked his piss-hole before taking him back into her mouth. She was also playing with his balls.
Donald and his wife continued to kiss and he was fondling her big breasts as his daughter gave him a wonderful blowjob.
Out of his wife and daughter his daughter was truly the best at sucking cock.

John had lost count of how many photographs he had taken the memory card in this digital camera must be huge he thought to himself as he continued to snap away.
His own cock in his trousers was getting painful now.
He too had a huge hardon now from watching this incestuous family.

Donald now broke off kissing his wife and groaned out loud.
He now started to fill his own daughter’s mouth with his spunk.
John knew by the sounds he was making that he was about to cum. So he now zoomed in on her face.
He could see the spunk shooting out of the end of his cock and into his own daughter’s mouth. There was so much spunk going into her mouth now that it was escaping from her lips and running down onto her beautiful breasts.

Becky now let her father’s cock slip out of her mouth.
She turned to look at John and opened her mouth so he could see that she still had a mouth full of her father’s spunk and it was leaking from her lips once more.
John zoomed in and took several photographs of her with her mouth full of her father’s cum.

Becky now got up once more and wrapped her arms around her mother’s body.
Mother and daughter now started to kiss each other once more.
Wendy was using her tongue to scoop out large dollops of cum from her daughter’s mouth.
Mother and daughter were now sharing his cum between them both.
Donald now got dressed as his wife and daughter continued to share his cum.
Once he was dressed he took the camera from John and patted him on his back and walked off back towards his caravan leaving John alone with the naked mother and daughter.

Chapter 2

John just watched Donald walked off towards the beach with a confused look on his young face. When he turned back both women were stood only a few feet from him. Both were still naked.
As he looked at them they both spat some cum out of their mouths and onto their own breasts.
Which they now started to rub into their own skin while they continued to look at him smiling wickedly.

Donald now doubled back. John was no longer looking his way and he climbed up onto some rocks behind them.
He now had the perfect position to take more photographs without being seen.

Both women were now looking at him intently.
John now looked down at what they were looking at.
His cock was making a large tent in his jeans now.
Both women now walked up to him and each of them placed a hand over his cock and started to rub it.
John was now moaning as both of them teased him.
Donald smiled to himself and started to take some pictures.

Wendy now pulled down his zipper while Becky undid the button of his jeans.
Both of them now pulled down his jeans and boxer shorts.
John now felt the sea breeze on his cock and balls and this made him moan out once more.
Both Wendy and Becky now got down on their knees in the sand and each started to run a hand up his leg and caressing one of his balls each.
John moaned and groaned as the two hands went up to his balls and hard cock.
John was a virgin and he had never experienced anything like this before in his life.

Both Wendy and Becky were now running their tongues up and down his hard cock.
John couldn’t believe that he had a mother and daughter licking his cock at the same time.
Both of them where now taking it in turns to suck on his cock.
John was now in heaven.

Donald now decided that he had enough pictures to get into John’s mother’s cunt.
He now headed off to her caravan to confront her with the photographs.
He was going to play the outraged husband and father.

Before Donald headed off he managed to catch his wife’s eye. He waved at her and she acknowledged him by giving him a quick wave back.
John had his eyes closed as Becky was now behind him licking out his asshole.
Wendy had his cock completely in her mouth and she was sucking him for all she was worth.
Donald indicated to his wife to bring him back in 20 minutes.
Wendy waved ok to him without once stopping sucking on his young hard cock.

Donald before knocking on John’s mother’s caravan door had picked up some sand from the beach. He now put some of the sand into his own eyes to make it look like he had been crying.

Sally was asleep on her bed, when she heard somebody knocking on the caravan door.
As she was only wearing a long T shirt she quickly put on a dressing gown.
When she opened the door she was very surprised to see a very upset Donald outside holding a camera in his hand.

Sally now asked him with concern in her voice.
“If everything was ok.”
Donald as on cue as a tear dripped down his face asked her.
“If he could come in.
He had something very serious to discuss with her regarding her son.”

At the mention of her son.
Sally got very concerned and quickly asked him into the caravan closing the door behind him. If she could have seen his face.
She would have seen the big smile cross his face, which instantly disappeared when he turned to look at her.

Wendy was now on all fours in the sand and Becky was helping an over excited John get into position behind her mother.
She had hold of his cock and she was guiding it into her mother’s waiting pussy.
Wendy now moaned out in joy as she felt his entire cock slip into her pussy.
John was now losing his virginity to a stranger’s wife.
John’s first instinct was to start hammering away at her pussy.
However Becky had her hands on his ass and as well as teasing his balls and asshole.
She was also controlling the speed in which he could fuck her.
Becky knew how her mother liked to get fucked, she had brought home plenty of her boyfriends in the past and both mother and daughter had shared them together.
While Donald watched from the loft and watched and filmed everything on the hidden cameras which they had all over their house.

Donald now quickly explained to John’s mother what he had seen her son doing with his wife and daughter and how outrage he was.
He demanded that she ring her husband at once and tell him what his son was getting up to. Donald now said to her.
“That he was in two minds whether to go get a whip and whip the life out of him.
How dare he defile his wife and daughter?
He would divorce his wife and disown his daughter.”

He was shouting and waving his arms about.
Sally could not believe what he was telling her until he demanded she look at the pictures on the camera.
Sally had always considered her son such an innocent and shy boy.

Sally was not going to call her husband.
He would totally over react.
Sally now tried to explain to Donald.
“That John was over the age of eighteen and that she really had no control over what he did. However she felt she had a duty to make amends to him.”
This is what Donald wanted to hear.

Donald now said to her with a hint of triumph in his voice.
“So you’re prepared to make amends for what your son is doing as we speak to my poor wife and innocent daughter.”
Sally just nodded her head to him.

John was now pounding into Wendy’s pussy exactly how she liked it.
Becky was now laid in front of her mother on the sand her legs open and her hips up a little as John fucked into Wendy’s pussy from the rear.
Wendy was licking out her daughter’s pussy as John fucked her.

Donald now took hold of the belt to her dressing gown and pulled it open.
He then told her.
“To turn around.”
Sally did not say a word she just turned around.
He now pulled off her dressing gown.
Leaving her only in her large T-shirt and small white panties.

Sally was now once again facing him, but she was looking down at the floor.
Donald liked her big boobs; he could clearly see her nipples pressing against the thin material of her over-sized T shirt.
Donald now told her.
“To lift up her T-shirt so he could see her big boobs.”

Sally only hesitated for a few moments; she was imagining her husband’s reaction when he found out about his son’s behaviour.
She took a deep breath and slowly started to raise her T-shirt.
Donald couldn’t help letting out a loud moan and a big smile crossed his face as her big boobs now came into view.
She had magnificent breasts with large nipples which now looked like they were fully hard.

Sally now had the T-shirt completely off; and she just dropped it onto the floor and stood there with her arms at her sides as he just stood looking at her.
Donald now told her.
“To turn back around.”
Sally took another deep breath and did as he told her.
Donald now moved up behind her and he started to kiss her neck. At the same time he took hold of her big breasts and started to play with them.
Sally tried her best not to enjoy this but it had been weeks since George had touched her this way.
And his hands on her boobs felt nice.
Donald smiled to himself when she started to softly moan as he tweaked her hard nipples.

Donald now started to kiss his way down her back. He now took hold of her panties and tried to pull them down.
She quickly grabbed them and stopped him.
Donald just continued to kiss and lick her back.
Eventually she let go of her panties and Donald pulled them down her legs.

Sally’s moans now grew louder when she felt him pull her ass cheeks apart and his tongue ran up and down her outer pussy lips.
She couldn’t believe she was allowing another man to touch her in such an intimate way.
Sally had never cheated on her husband.
She couldn’t believe that she was about to cheat on her husband.
Sally loved her husband very much.
However she was very frustrated and she had a high sex drive and needed to be fucked on a regular basis and her husband was not satisfying her any more.

Donald now put a little bit of pressure on her back so she bent over a little more.
Sally now moaned out louder when she felt his tongue darting in and out of her pussy.
She could feel herself getting wet.
Sally still couldn’t believe she was letting a virtual stranger put his tongue into her pussy. She was now begging him to lick her harder.

John had just filled Wendy’s pussy up with his young spunk and was lying on the sand recovering his breath.
Becky was in between her mother’s wide spread legs eagerly licking out his cum from her mother’s cunt.
Watching Becky licking out her own mother’s pussy soon had him fully hard once more.
John now positioned himself directly behind Becky.
Becky saw him out of the corner of her eye and she realized what he was about to do.
She now raised her ass a little bit so he would have better access to her pussy.
Soon she was moaning into her mother’s pussy as John fucked her cunt with powerful thrusts.
Wendy held her daughters mouth on her cunt and just smiled at John as he fucked Becky’s cunt.

Donald now gave Sally a long over-due orgasm with his very talented tongue.
Sally screamed out loud as she had her orgasm it was so powerful that she spurted off all over Donald’s face.
She then collapsed onto the floor with a contented look on her face.

Donald now moved so he was stood directly over her.
He then undid his belt and jeans and he let his jeans and boxer shorts fall down to his ankles. Donald had a huge erection now.
He played with it as he looked down at her.

Sally had now recovered enough to look up at him.
She saw the biggest cock she had ever seen as she watched him stroke himself a drop of pre-cum dripped from its tip.
Sally could feel herself licking her own lips in anticipation as she watched him.

Donald now looked down at her.
He could see her licking her lips.
He smiled to himself then said to her.
“Get onto your knees.”
Sally quickly got onto her knees.
She was now looking directly up at him and smiling at him. She now used her tongue to lick her own ruby red lips.

Donald now told her.
“To suck his cock.”
Sally had only ever sucked off her husband’s cock.
But she did love oral sex.
Sally looked at Donald for a few seconds then she took his cock-head into her mouth and started to suck it.
Donald now moaned out in pleasure she had a very good technique.
She gently kissed and nibbled and licked all around his sensitive cock-head.

John was now laid on the sand next to both Wendy and Becky.
Both of them now had a pussy full of his young spunk.
The girls now helped him get dressed.
The girls then replaced their small bikinis and with one of them on each side of him they started to walk back towards the caravan.

The sun which had made a guest appearance in the sky was now going back to its hiding place and the girls were now shivering with the cold.
As they were only wearing very skimpy summer bikinis.

Just as they got near Johns caravan the heavens opened and it started to pour down.
Without thinking John opened the door to his caravan and he and the girls piled inside.
John closed the door behind him.

John was now hearing strange sounds coming from the master bedroom at the other end of the caravan.
Wendy and Becky were also hearing the strange sounds. But they knew exactly what the sounds were and who was making them.
They just smiled to each other as John went to investigate.
They also followed behind John.

John was now just opening the door which led to the master bedroom.
He was now frozen to the spot at what he was now seeing.
His mother was completely naked and on the bed with her legs wide open and Donald was also completely naked and he was ramming his huge cock in and out of her pussy and John’s mother was screaming and moaning and raking his back with her long nails.
John felt instantly angry then for some reason he felt instantly jealous.
He wanted to be the one giving her a good screwing.
He knew that his father had not touched her for a long time and by the sounds she was making she was really enjoying what Donald was now doing to her.

John was unaware that as he watched Donald fucking his mother Wendy and Becky were quickly undoing his trousers and before he knew what was happening their hands were playing with his cock and within seconds they had him nice and hard.

John stood there just watching Donald fucking his mother while both Wendy and Becky completely stripped him once more.
Now he was stood there naked with both of them playing with him.

Becky now went over to the bed and whispered in her father’s ear as he continued to fuck Sally. Donald stopped fucking Sally with his cock still buried completely in her.
He then turned and saw a naked John staring at them.
Wendy was stood behind John her hands were wrapped around his front as she slowly jacked him off.

Donald now pulled his huge cock out of her cunt.
Sally moaned out in frustration.
She then saw for the first time her son and he was completely naked and looking at her with a strange expression in his eyes.
Donald now climbed off the bed and walked over to John.
He then looked at Sally.
Donald now patted John on his back and said to him.
“Go get her.”

Sally now had a look of pure terror on her face when she understood what was about to happen to her.
She was just about to get off the bed when both Wendy and Becky pinned her to the bed and they also pulled her legs back open for John.
Donald stood behind John and he just gently pushed him towards the bed.
John had a strange expression on his face as he climbed up onto the bed.

Sally was now shouting at her son.
“To come to his senses, he couldn’t do this she was his mother after all.”
However John was completely oblivious to anything she was saying to him.
John without hesitating thrust is cock deep into his mother’s pussy.
Sally cried out in shame, frustration and pleasure.
But she would not admit the last part to herself.

Sally was about to try once more to make him come to his senses when John clamped his mouth down over hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth and he started to kiss her so passionately as he thrust in and out of her pussy.
Donald was stood with his arms around his wife and daughter and was watching as Sally continued to try and fight off her son.

Sally was hitting her son with her fists as he continued to kiss her and pound into her pussy. Donald, Wendy and Becky were just stood watching as this son continued to rape his own mother. Sally continued to fight him.
Her two fists were hitting him in his sides as she tried to fight him off her.
Donald then smiled to himself when he saw her fists open and her hands started to run up and down his back and she started to dig her nails into his back.

John finally broke off his kiss with his mother and looked at her.
He had started to come back to his senses.
Before he could say anything to her.
She looked him directly in his eyes and she called him.
“A fucking bastard.”

She then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth back down onto her mouth and she now thrust her tongue up into his mouth and she started to kiss him.
It was now the other way round.
Sally was now in control.
She had decided that she wanted it now.
Sally was digging her nails into his ass to control how fast he pounded into her cunt.
She was biting his ear and telling him.
“To fuck his mother harder.”

Donald quickly got dressed and led his wife and daughter out of the caravan.
He left this mother and son to their fucking session.

John and Sally fucked each other throughout the night in every position possible.
Sally had her caravan fuck sessions back.
But not with her husband anymore.
It was going to be with her stud of a son.
When they were having a brief rest period in between one of the fucking sessions they both noticed that Donald’s car was gone.

Donald and his family had left during the night.
Both Sally and John were sad to see them go.
They had a plan for a large orgy.
Sally wanted to try two cocks at once.

However she would have to wait until John could bring around a couple of his friends and she could experiment with them.
She let John catch his breath and have a drink and eat a sandwich.
Then she pulled the poor boy back to her bed.
She sent her husband a text message saying they were having a good time at the caravan and she would get the train back.
They stayed an extra week and apart from going to do a little bit of shopping they never left the caravan and never got dressed.
They just fucked and fucked each other all day and all night.

By the time they got home John was an expert on every aspect of fucking.
His mother had also showed him that she liked water-sports.
Something she was always too embarrassed to do with her husband.
But her son was quite happy to experiment and he liked to piss all over her face and tits after he had given her a good fucking.

When they got back home. Sally got George to buy her a small car so John and she could share it. George was more than happy to get her the car as it meant he would not have to take her or him anywhere any more.
Sally and John used the car to go to the caravan it least once a month and without George.

Sally also got to try many cocks at once has long as one of them was John’s that was his deal with her.
As for Donald and his family they never saw them again.

The End

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Sorry for taking so damn long. Part four will not take as long!

Hannah lay on a pile of worms, her swollen breasts and belly shiny from all the fluid which now covered the both of us. My hands were shaking and I had a hard time maintaining balance because I was just so completely overwhelmed by my arousal. The sight of her, the sight of the worms and the thought of what was happening was almost too much for me. I was sitting there with a vacant stare for far too long, but there were so many possibilities. I felt that I had become a creature of urge, but with so many fighting for supremacy within me, I was practically paralysed.

I was still aware of the worms all around me. Each individual one, in some way, occupied a small part of my mind. I wanted desperately to be fucked, to cum again. I wanted desperately to fuck Hannah, to make her cum again. I collapsed. Worms then covered me completely, tickling my flesh, teasing me with an orgasm that constantly seemed just out of reach. I didn’t need to breathe, all I needed was this wiggling cocoon. They slithered across my pussy, my clit, my ass. They wrapped themselves around my boobs, my nipples, squeezing. It was heavenly. My mouth hang open, and before long, as if they’d decided I’d had enough torment, a worm began to make its way into my mouth and down my throat. I could feel its entire length as it went deeper, it was inside my stomach by the time its tail end slipped past my lips. A warm, soft kind of pleasure irradiated outward from the worm inside me, and another one began to enter my mouth, then down my throat, just as the one before it had.

I felt the first one enter my intestines, spreading its warmth as it went. Deeper and deeper within me, an indescribable sensation had me shivering with delight, a feeling which seemed to change slightly when the next worm followed. And more kept coming in. I didn’t bother to count how many, but by the time the first one slowly stretched my ass open and began worming its way out, another had just started on its way down my throat.

I wasn’t cumming though. I kind of didn’t mind, but it suddenly occurred to me that something was different. This was more of a massage than a fucking. A massage of my insides. It was deeply soothing, and quite pleasurable. It had calmed my mind, allowing me to focus. It removed my frantic urge to cum and allowed me to simply enjoy the erotic, almost romantic pleasures these worms could offer. One by one, through my mouth, down my throat, and all the way through my entire being they slithered, until finally coming out of my ass, stretching it in such a way that I never seemed to quite get used to it. It never loosened up at all in fact, which was odd.

When finally the last one emerged, my asshole popping shut behind it, I felt like I had the energy to sit up again. I noticed Hannah’s stomach had gotten noticeably bigger – considerably so. It looked like she could fit two beach balls inside. And yet her flesh didn’t seem stretched to bursting like I would have expected, it retained a degree of suppleness that had me tingling again. She was rubbing it all over with one hand and massaging one of her breasts with the other while a group of worms congregated between her legs. There were a couple attached to her nipples as well, contorting themselves in sucking motions, drawing her milk into increasingly large, pulsating sacks. Judging by the way her body was writhing about, she may have been screaming with pleasure were it not for the worm in her mouth. It seemed to be practically pouring its fluid down her throat, as large amounts of it were seeping out the sides of her lips.

It was an incredibly arousing sight, and I was happy to just sit there and watch, enjoying the feeling of the worms beneath me rubbing against my pussy. The urge to cum was returning , and I kind of felt like I was getting close, then the worms at her tits really caught my eye. The sacks had grown in the few seconds since I started watching, and were now about as big as a pair of bowling balls. And they were not only pulsating, but bulging in such a way that it looked like they were full of tiny creatures. That realisation drove me wild, I couldn’t help but start touching my pussy, fighting against the worms that were down there for access to my clit. I grabbed a boob and then noticed that my nipples were now just as sensitive. With a gasp, I gave my actual clit back to the worms and brought both my hands to my chest and started rubbing and squeezing them, throwing my head back and sighing as I felt an orgasm welling up from an unfamiliar place. My nipples had also become engorged, just like Hannah’s had before…

With that sudden realisation, I opened my eyes. Hannah was kneeling before me, the worms from her nipples in each hand, giving me a strange smile around the worm which still hung out of her mouth. She continued to drool copious amounts of their fluid, which trickled down her enormous breasts and even more enormous stomach. The sacks of the worms in her hands were still pulsating, and they thrashed about as she brought them closer. I couldn’t help but fall backwards. I was so excited at what I was about to experience, everything seemed to move in slow motion as Hannah loomed above me and pressed the worms to my nipples. Immediately, they began to push, and at that moment, I finally started to cum again.

My nipples began to stretch, slowly at first, but the more they did, the more intense my orgasm became. Small twitches turned to convulsions, or at least they would have, but the worms held me in place, and Hannah was straddling me now, her massive belly eclipsing most of my vision, at least in those brief moments I could keep my eyes open.

She fed the worms into my nipples, and it was slow going, but I didn’t mind that one bit to be honest. When they were maybe three inches in, bulges began to inch their way towards me. They stretched my nipples to an insane degree, and the pleasure I felt as they did so was incredible. A bunch of small, wriggling creatures were then released into my boobs, and I barely had a chance to react before another couple of bulges stretched my nipples once more, and another burst of those creatures entered my breasts, which had begun to expand to accommodate them. This process was repeated dozens of times, and each time was as intense as the first, if not more so.

By the time they were done, my boobs were bigger than Hannah’s, only full of these strange little creatures, and I could feel them squirming inside. I exhaled a long, overdue breath, and was able to open my eyes and focus, just in time to see the worm in Hannah’s mouth wriggle its way past her lips and down her throat, and I watched it bulge as the worm went deeper, before disappearing. Still holding the two worms, she licked up the fluid around her mouth. I wiped away what was left on a finger and brought it to my own mouth. Damn it was tasty. I so desperately wanted to taste it on her lips too, but her stomach and my boobs made it impossible. Instead, I just rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples, which were still slowly leaking milk. I’d occasionally taste some off my hands while I massaged her, and she seemed to be enjoying it very much.

“That feels so nice Amy,” she cooed. “But…”

Without another word, she moved the ends of the worms she was holding towards her nipples. They responded instantly, and started trying to force their way on. The penetration seemed a lot easier than the first time, they popped inside in just a couple of seconds, and were soon a few inches deep.

“Oh oh fuck!” she gasped as she began twitching from a mind blowing orgasm. The worms, forming a nipple to nipple bridge between us, began to push deeper into each of our boobs, bringing us closer together, until there was only about an inch of each worm showing. Still not close enough for me to devour her lips the way I wanted, but enough that I was able to put my arms part way around her. We stared deep into each other’s eyes, and through them, our pleasure seemed to reverberate between us. Then suddenly, hers went wide and she gasped.

“Oh my god! I can feel them… sucking me!” she then trailed off into a panting fit, and it wasn’t long before I realised what was happening. The worms began squirting her milk directly into my boobs.

“Fuck I feel it now!” I cried when I felt the first warm splashes. The little creatures inside went wild then as well. I don’t know what was happening, but soon torrents of Hannah’s milk were being pumped into my boobs, and they grew more and more.

“Hannah please… rub them.” I groaned, taking her hands and bringing them to my engorged, creature-filled tits. It felt amazing when she started to squeeze them.

“Wow, I can feel the little things in there. They’re getting bigger!” she exclaimed. And she was right. The continued inflation of my breasts was only partly from Hannah’s milk filling them up. The little creatures also seemed to be drinking it up, and growing at a considerable rate. They were maybe the size of tic-tacs at first, but by this point seemed to be at least four times as large, and there must have been thousands of them. And all of them were still growing!

“Fuck that feels so good Hannah.” I moaned.

“Mmm, rub mine too.” she said, wriggling her body against mine invitingly. I obliged immediately of course, and her boobs felt amazing. I could feel them pulsing from the worms sucking out her milk, and then more being made to fill them up again. I squirmed against her too, and I could swear I felt something stirring within her belly, just for a moment.

My boobs were so big by now that Hannah was able to comfortably rest her head on one.

“I hope they don’t pop!” she giggled, but then suddenly when stiff and yelped. She twitched a couple of times, then exhaled a long breath. “My ass Amy, oh my god! It’s going so deep… feels goooooood…” she trailed off, shuddering.

“It’s about time your little ass got fucked.” I smiled, staring up at her. She was lost to the world though, and remembering what had happened to me, I could only imagine what she must have been feeling considering everything else that was happening. A worm suddenly started pushing itself into my pussy. It felt huge, my pussy slowly stretched open to let it in. I saw stars behind my eyes as it forced it open wider, until it popped in and within moments slammed itself against my cervix. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, whatever pain even meant to me any more. It wasn’t at all unpleasant, it was just a different kind of amazing.

I don’t know exactly what it did then, but it felt like a bunch of small tentacles emerged from the tip of the worm inside me and tickled open my cervix. They slowly entered my womb and stroked every inch of it from the inside. I tried to arch my back, but the weight of my now yoga ball sized boobs and Hannah on top of me kept me in place. The feeling inside me was insane, my pussy was stretched wide, and I had all these tiny little fingers which had my womb tingling at their touch.

Hannah was convulsing above me, her mouth hanging open and a mixture of saliva and what must have been the worm’s fluid drooling out. The worm soon passed her lips and oozed its way out of her mouth. The sight was so hot, I started cumming again, and then again when it forced its way into my mouth, and yet again when I felt Hannah stiffen once more, and the worm in my pussy start shoving its other end into hers.

We were now connected by four worms, through our nipples, mouths and pussies. When the worm in my mouth started down my throat, the feeling was familiar, but much more sexual. The warmth was now heat, and it mingled with my endless orgasms, sending me to higher and higher levels of heaven. The worm left Hannah’s mouth at about the same time the one in her pussy hit her cervix, and considering her reaction, it must have been doing something similar to her as it was to me, only more intense. I wondered how her heavily pregnant womb was making her feel. All she could do was gasp and moan.
The worm continued down my throat, and its far end was well into my intestines when the last of it left my mouth.

“Amy Amy Amy! Thank you.” Hannah choked on the last of her words as another worm entered her mouth via her throat and made its way towards mine. I kept it open, waiting for it to arrive. The first had begun to force its way out of my ass when the second unceremoniously shoved itself into my throat. Somehow I knew another had just fully entered Hannah’s ass, and the one coming out of mine went straight back in there. We had at least three worms now making a circuit through us, with just enough distance between them to allow each hole a moment to recover before the next went through.

Then, the worm in our pussies started thrusting. It contracted itself in the middle, then expanded, and its little feeler tentacles strained to keep a hold inside my womb as it went, and that just made it even more intense. I had wanted to be fucked before, and now I was getting everything I’d hoped for and more. Whenever either of us were without a worm lodged in our mouths, Hannah and I both screamed and babbled incoherently. I tried to thrash about, but I was restrained, however she was free to feverishly buck and pound herself against me.

The worms synchronised themselves after a short while. Whenever one popped out of my ass, the one in my pussy caused its little feeler tentacles to spasm, and the ones in my nipples would ejaculate a large bit of milk they had saved up over a few seconds. I was going insane. It was a pleasure that escalated continuously, and one that I never managed to get used to. It was new every time, and the stars behind my eyes began to burst, and it felt like every cell in my body was doing the same.

This time, when I passed out, it wasn’t sudden. I gradually lost consciousness as more and more of my mind was overtaken by unspeakable ecstasy. The last thing I remembered then was Hannah going limp on top of me, and with my last fading shred of awareness, I savoured the meticulous assault on my body, and a swirling vortex of pleasure then whisked me away.

I was jolted back to reality by the sound of the front door closing, and then footsteps for a moment, which suddenly stopped. I was on my side now, facing Hannah who was in a similar position. She was awake too, her eyes darted upwards, then down towards our bodies, then up into mine. Her belly had grown close to double its previous size, as had my boobs. And mum was home. We both smirked, thinking the same thing. This was about to get interesting.

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