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What happens when you mix seven billion dollars parents and a girl that has the looks and body to kill any guy on sight?

Well, you get Clara, the bitchiest girl the Wilhelm Academy of Science and Social Studies had ever seen. She never cared about anyone other than herself. Her friends, all in for her money, basked her with attention and praises, hell, this girl thought she was God herself.

Discipline was never a problem for Clara because she simply could give a rat’s ass about it anyway. She was a complete shit of a student with countless of rules violation under her belt and if the academy was really honest with the record, (they wouldn’t because they might lose the millions of dollars of endowment her parents showered the academy with) the list would be longer that the constitutional rights.

Truancy, vandalism, public indecency, late for school, misappropriation of chemicals, misappropriation of school properties, theft(God only knows why she needed to steal), disrespecting educators, smoking in the academy’s vicinity...the list went on and on. In fact, one might even consider asking which rule in the handbook she hadn’t broken yet.

The administration had always turned to a blind eye when it comes to Clara. One rotten student in the proverbial basket might ruin the entire batch, but it did come with a hefty, for the lack of a better word, compensation. So why bother correcting her if her parents were still funding the school regardless.

That, however, was no longer possible when a building was almost burnt down because of a poorly extinguished cigarette Clara had smoked. Everyone knew she was the cause and everyone wanted resolution for the brat of a girl. The administration, hoping to appease the public, hacked out a deal with Clara and her parents. Clara would attend consultation sessions daily with a consultant the academy appointed. The consultant had to be hired from outside of the academy since none of the existing consultant in the academy would take Clara in.

Everything was set. As long as Clara attended the consultation, her parents wouldn’t have to suffer the embarrassment of their daughter being expelled. The academy got to keep their endowment funds too. It was a win-win situation. A heck of a deal.

And so it began, on the sunny Monday morning on the following week. Clara opened the door and walked into the consultation room. She sighed exasperatedly, making sure that the consultant inside could hear, and tossed her bag to the blood red couch on the middle of the room. She leaped over the backrest and landed onto the couch with a loud thud.

"You are late." a woman in her early thirties said.

"Well, yeah. Traffic." Clara lied nonchalantly.

"You are supposed to be here by nine." the woman reminded.

"Let’s just get over with the bullshit. We all know this whole thing isn’t going to work." Clara said as a matter-of-factly.

"What isn’t going to work?" the woman spoke slowly as she sat down on the chair opposite of the red couch.

"You. Me. Talk." Clara cocked her eye.

"Why isn’t it going to work?" the woman said.

"Really? You need me to tell you why?" Clara rolled her eyes.

"We do have two hours to talk. Might as well start from there." the woman shrugged as she corrected her narrow glasses.

"Well, if you must know. The last three consultants assigned to me all quit by the third day. So I will spare you your noble effort and we can sit right here, you mind your business and I mine, and we can pretend the session worked out fine in the end of the day. How’s that sound?" Clara sneered.

"It does sound tempting. But I have a reputation to uphold, Clara." the woman retorted calmly.

"And what that reputation has to do with me?" Clara nudged her pumps out of her legs with her toes, swung her legs up to the couch and lied down for a nap. She was still suffering a hangover from last night’s clubbing.

"You see, I never fail my client before." the woman’s voice turned cold, almost sinister.

"Well, your client is asking you to fuck off." Clara said without any reservation, keeping an arm over her eyes to keep out the glaring light.

It wasn’t until Clara heard a familiar click of a door being locked that she stole a peak. The woman wasn’t on her chair anymore. Alarmed, Clara sat up and turned to the door. The woman, with her back against the entrance, was grinning at her.

"You are not my client." the woman corrected.

"Oh for fuck sake, get a life bitch." completely undeterred by the smile the woman was wearing, Clara leaned back down on the couch with a groan.

"I will expect you to call me mistress in future encounters." the words came out were cold and commanding.

Clara had to stop herself from sniggering. Was this bitch for real? Clara would have killed herself before she would refer anyone her mistress. Let alone a stupid consultant that the academy hired. She was her own mistress. Period.

Then, a sudden chill went down her spine. The air seemed to be colder than just a second ago. The room became quiet. Too quiet, to a point that it was eerie. Something didn’t felt right and Clara sat up again. That’s when her heart raced and every hair on her skin stood up.

A glowing pair of blue eyes were glaring at her. The woman sitting on her chair was something out of a horror movie. The glow was definitely not natural and every shred of her consciousness told her that she had to leave this room right now.

But her limbs wouldn’t move. Her body remained still. It was as though her body had been locked inside a cast, completely solid and immobile. Her heart rate skyrocketed. She had never felt something like this before. Was this even possible? She tried to move again but only managed to elicit a pathetic shudder.

"What have you done to me?" Clara shouted.

"Shhhh..." the woman shushed with a finger on her lips.

Clara’s lips smacked shut and her teeth firmly clenched together. Her breath hitched as her tongue slacked and no longer could move. Her eyes turned to the woman, Clara was wide-eyed and flabbergasted.

"Now, strip." the woman commanded.

Immediately, Clara’s hands darted to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head without even the slightest of hesitation. Despite tears began to roll down her cheeks, her hands with the life of their own when to her back and unhooked the bra. The lacy garment fell to her lap, exposing her C-cup breasts to the cold chilly air.

Her hands went to her jeans and began fumbling with the button. She fought with everything she had in her to try and stop it, but her hands kept on going, unbuttoning and unzipping the front, and with a swift motion, both her jeans and her panties dropped to the floor.

"Emmmmmmmmm....." Clara pleaded. She was terrified now. The woman was controlling her body and there’s nothing she could do about it. She screamed inwardly, hoping that somehow her inner desperation could release the control the woman had on her.

"Lift your legs up and spread them." she said.

Clara’s body obeyed. Her lower limbs were lifted until her sole pressed against the soft cushion beneath. Her knees gradually parted and Clara even felt her pussy widened slightly. The woman lowered her eyes to Clara’s pussy and a wicked grin tugged her lips.

"Spread your pussy with your fingers." the woman commanded.

Clara’s hands, shaking from the conflict in her mind, pressed against her bare pussy. Her fingers were trembling sporadically as she fought to stop the mind control. Gradually, she felt a tingle of sensation at the tip of her fingers. Then, her fingers curled ever so slightly to her own command and she suddenly felt hopeful. She kept her struggle and the trembling fingers started to move away from her pussy.

"Huh. You are stronger than you look." the woman remarked. "Oh well."

The woman stood up from her seat and walked to Clara. She placed one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her chin. Firmly, she tilted Clara’s head and glared right into the girl’s eyes.

"Spread your pussy now." her voice sterner and within a fraction of second, every shred of control was out of the window. Clara’s fingers went straight to her pussy and parted those lips without so much of a blink of an eye.

The woman released Clara and stepped back to marvel at the sight. Her gaze eventually moved downwards and stopped at the spread pussy.

"Wider." she said.

An like a puppet being pulled by her master, Clara parted her pussy wider.

"More." the woman added.

Clara tensed and whimpered at the sharp sting on her pussy, as thought she had torn her skin. Despite the pain, her fingers never let go, keeping her pussy painfully spread and opened.

The woman, satisfied with the sight, leaned forward until her lips almost touches Clara’s. Then, she moved down, her soft lips lightly pecked on every inch of skin along the way, from her neck, to her breast, down to her stomach, before finally landing on her spread pussy.

The woman licked the soft pink flesh of Clara’s love hole. A surge of sensation flooded Clara’s mind. It felt weird. It felt wrong. Clara silently screamed. She had never been with a woman before. She had never even kissed a woman. But now...

Clara squealed. She felt the woman’s tongue slipped into her. The woman was eating her pussy and she practically spread it for her. The humiliation made Clara wanted to cower and cry. Yet another tiny part of her was enjoying it and wanted to grab the woman’s hair and pressed it against her pussy.

"You like that, don’t you." the woman observed.

Yes. No. I don’t know. Clara thought to herself. It shouldn’t feel this good. It felt wrong. But yet, it felt invigorating. It made her feel alive, more alive than she had ever been. And she wanted more. She wanted the woman to eat her till she comes.

When the woman moved away, Clara almost begged her to come back. Almost, since she couldn’t speak. The woman stood up, her hand patted softly on her wet pink mount. Two fingers easily found refuge inside her, coaxing a tiny gasp from the girl.

"This is what you will expect if you obey me. Clara." the woman whispered.

Clara looked into the woman’s eyes again. The blue glow was still there, cold and demanding.

"But if you disobey me..." she trailed off and turned around before sashaying back to her desk. From the desk, she picked up a small pot of cactus and returned. Clara shivered in fear at the sight of the intimidating plant. No, she’s playing her. Clara thought. She wouldn’t do it. She’s her consultant for crying out loud, not her sadist.

"Take this."

One hand went forth and took the pot from her.

"Put the tip on your pussy."

Clara’s heart fell to the ground. A sharp shuddering breath escaped her lungs as her hand maneuvered the spiky decorative piece to her nether region and pressed the thick blunt tip onto her wet folds.The spike prickled on her pussy and Clara’s yelped. And then her hand stopped, holding the cactus poised at her love hole.

The woman walked around the couch and wrapped an arm around Clara’s shoulder from behind.

"I’m going to let you speak. But if you do something stupid, like screaming, I’m going to shut you up and I’m going to make you spend the rest of the one hour and forty minutes fucking that cactus." she warned with a deadpan voice and from there Clara knew that she was not joking. This woman would really make her fuck herself with a cactus. The thought elicited more tears from the girl.


One word and Clara felt her jaw relaxed and her tongue moving again.

"Wha...what do you want?" Clara sobbed.

"I want you to obey me." the woman nibbled her earlobe.

Did she have a choice in that? Clearly no. There’s only one answer to that question. "O-okay." Clara stammered.

"No, Clara." the woman shook her head lightly. "Buckle your hips."

Clara let out a cry as she involuntarily flexed her hips forward and dozen of thorns dug deeper into the girl’s pussy.

"Okay what?" she asked.

"O-okay m-mistress." Clara sobbed.

"Good girl. Now, relax your hips."

Clara sucked in a breath of relief as her pussy moved away from the thorns. The woman removed her arm from her and took back her seat.

"You can put the cactus on the couch now."

Clara waited for her body to respond and when seconds passed without so much of a jerk, she realized that she wasn’t being mind controlled anymore. Was the woman losing her mind control ability? There’s only one way to find out. Immediately, she tossed the wretched plant away and scampered off the couch. She ran as fast as she could to the door. When her hand turned the knob and was about to pull open the door, her body turned concrete at the same time she heard the word ’stop’.

"Keep quiet." the woman added just in time to thwart Clara’s attempt to shout for help. "Oh dear, Clara. Didn’t I just told you to obey me?"

The words washed over Clara’s naked skin like bleach. Every inch of her skin prickled.

"Lock the door and then put your hands on it."

Unwillingly, Clara locked the door and placed her hands on it.

"Spread your legs." another command and Clara’s body sprang into action, parting her lower limbs into a wide stance.

Clara squealed inwardly when she felt the familiar prickling of the cactus on her pussy. Her body trembled in fear as the woman glided the thorny plant along her tight crevice.

"Do you really want the cactus deep in your pussy?" She nudged the cactus deeper into Clara’s pussy.

Clara let out a muffled whimper. She wanted to shake her head, maybe even apologize for trying to escape, but the command had her stiff as a statue. And there’s not a single doubt in her mind that if the woman pushes the cactus forward, her body would remain still and her pussy would be forced to swallow it.

"Since this is your first offense, I will spare you the cactus." the woman finally said and Clara couldn’t be more relieved. "Sit on the couch." the woman said.

Clara’s body turned automatically and went to the couch. From the eyes of someone outside the room, it would appear that Clara was doing it willingly. That was far from the truth. She silently hoped someone would come through the door and rescue her from this...this...she didn’t even know what this woman was. Was she even human?

The woman went behind her desk and started to search her drawers. She looked at Clara for a moment, as though she was sizing Clara up, and the resumed her search.

"There." She finally said and pulled out a thick purple rubber dildo. The woman brought the mean looking tool to Clara and told her to hold it. Clara’s body complied immediately and grabbed the thick dildo.

"Fuck yourself with it." she commanded.

Her legs parted, her hand maneuvered the dildo until the tip was pressed against the her opening, and without any visible hesitation, Clara’s arm flexed and the dildo plunged deep into her own pussy.

Clara moaned quietly as the thickness filled and stretched her love hole to the brink to tearing. Her eyes rolled to the back at the forceful violation by her own hand. Then, as commanded, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy before slamming it back in. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in.

"Faster." the woman amended.

And like a robot following instruction, her arm flexed faster and the dildo moved in and out of her hole at a higher rate. The woman leaned in until her lips touched Clara’s ear.

"Faster, Clara."

And faster she did. The dildo pumped in and out of her hole so fast, her skin was dragged out on every pull. Her hips buckled reflexively, giving more access for her hand to negotiate around, allowing better leverage to fuck herself harder and faster.

"Good girl. I will be out for a moment." the woman planted a kissed on Clara’s sweaty forehead and then went to the door.

"Oh, and one more thing. Don’t come." the woman gave her last command and then walked out of the door, locking it behind her.

Clara knew that the woman wasn’t in the room anymore. She had heard the door locking and the fading footsteps. The woman was no longer here. But why was her body still under her control.

She whimpered inwardly. Her pussy was drenched with her love juice and she could feel the familiar butterfly feeling in her stomach. If she didn’t stop soon, she would come. Wouldn’t she? Yet, she heard the command telling her not to come. Would her body really complied to that extend of not coming? Or was it a test? She would find out soon enough.

Her pussy soon felt the familiar build-up and began to throb. Oh God, she whimpered inwardly. Her hand didn’t seem going to stop anytime soon. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in. It was relentless.

Thirty minutes later, Clara was shaking from the torment. Her pussy did not come. The command was absolute. Her body simply couldn’t orgasm.

Fuck. She screamed inwardly as her eyes rolled back. Where the fuck was the woman? Clara asked. She wanted her back, wanted her to allow her to cum.

Finally, her hand soon tired out and the rate grew slower and slower until her hand simply limped to the side. She could feel her arm burning from the relentless motion and the ache was beginning to slip into mind. Nevertheless, she was grateful that her hand simply couldn’t follow through and the urge to come slowly die down as well.

Her relief was shortlived when her other hand grabbed hold of the dildo and resumed from where the other hand had left off. Clara jerked against the assault. Her muscle tensed, her toes curled, and her hips flexed. Her wilting orgasmic build-up was revived again and continued to sprout.

She was so edged, she didn’t even hear the woman coming back in. The woman took the seat in front of Clara and crossed her legs. A smirk on her face as she watched the girl fucked herself crazy.

"You may speak now." the woman said.

"Oh God, please let me come. Please let me come. I want to come." the words poured out of Clara’s throat in short gasp.

"You clearly have not learn your lesson." the woman shook her head disappointingly.

"Please mistress." Clara quickly added. "Please, let me come mistress." she begged further.

"Good girl." the woman smiled. "You may come."

As the word hit her eardrums, Clara’s body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched gracefully. Her legs straightened and after a long shudder, a gush of feminine nectar jettisoned out of her pussy. A loud guttural groan followed.

Clara still wasn’t out of the water yet. Her hand kept the dildo moving inside her. And soon after her first orgasm, another one ripped through and the strength was as great as the first. And then her third followed quickly.

"Mistress, please stop." she begged.

"You are learning. Good girl. You may stop."

Her hand let go of the dildo and the thick soppy tool slid out of her swollen pussy and dropped to the ground. Her center of gravity shifted and the girl collapsed onto the couch, heaving in exhaustion. She closed her eyes and quickly passed out.

Clara felt something covering her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a medical bed wearing an oxygen mask. An IV attached to her right hand, which ached badly when she tried to move.

And then a daunting face came into Clara’s view. The familiar sadistic smile hovered just a few inches from her. Clara’s skin tensed and the teeth clattered in fear.

"I think she’s awake." the woman who made Clara fuck herself told someone.

Another face came into sight. It was a man in his forties. He expertly peeled open Clara’s eye and flashed it with a penlight.

"Where am I?" Clara asked the man.

"You are in the hospital. You fainted and your consultant brought you here."

"Is she alright, doctor?" the woman interrupted.

"She’s fine Ms. Penrose. Just a little fever. She can be discharged before noon." the man said.

Ms. Penrose. Clara quickly etched the name into her brain. She needed to remember her name if she was to report her.

"Well, I’m glad she’s fine." she smiled at the doctor, it was much warmer than the ones she gave Clara. Ms. Penrose turned to Clara, her eyes glowed briefly before returning to auburn. "Why don’t you tell Dr. Hendricks here what happened to you?"

Was that a command? Or was she trying to trick her. Before Clara could answer that, her body sprang into action. She took away her mask and told the doctor that Ms. Penrose threatened to fuck her with a cactus. That it was her fault she’s in the hospital.

"What are you talking about?" the doctor took a step back and eyed the girl incredulously.

"It’s true, doctor. I forced her to fuck herself." Ms. Penrose confessed.

The doctor shook his head. "You are kidding right?"

"It’s true. She made me do things to my own body. Call the cops." Clara added vehemently.

"Alright. I’m not sure what’s going on. But I’m going to get the officer." the doctor turned to the exit.

Just as the doctor was about to exit, Ms. Penrose’s eyes glowed again. "You forget the conversation." she said.

The doctor stopped on his track. Then, he turned around with a frown. Did it worked? Clara held her breath and hoped for the best. She gripped the bedsheet tighter, ignoring the aches on her limbs.

"How silly of me. I almost forget to prescribe you your medicine." the doctor let out a soft laugh.

Holy shit! Clara face blanched. She eyed the doctor, hoping that he was just pretending to be. When he actually pulled out his booklet and started writing down prescription that Clara knew the command worked.

"Take it to the pharmacist." the doctor handed the piece of paper to Ms. Penrose.

"I will. Thank you doctor."

When the doctor exited the room, Ms. Penrose turned to Clara and gave her a knowing smile.

"Where’s my parents?" Clara hissed. She felt slightly more confident than she was in the office. This was a hospital, and she knew even Ms. Penrose wouldn’t do something stupid in a place where people could just walk in.

"They are outside." she said.

"I want to see them."

"Of course. But I don’t need to remind what you’ve just saw, do I? I can simply erase their memories." she leaned in closer, so close Clara could feel her body heat. "If you tell them, I will erase their memories of you. Okay?"

Clara swallowed. She thought for a bit but quickly realized that she really didn’t have a choice. If her parents lost the memories of their daughter, she might as well be living in the streets. Her parents were her sole contributor, the only two person in the world that’s keeping her alive and well fed. "Okay." she finally muttered.

"You are forgetting something, aren’t you?" The woman asked with a stern voice.

"Okay. Mistress." Clara corrected.

"Good. And I will see you tomorrow. Be on time or I will have to be a little creative with the cactus I have." she chuckled and turned to the door.

"Oh, and don’t bother running away from me, Clara. Because if I have to come look for you, which I will find you, things will be very different from now. See you at nine tomorrow." she added and then left the room.

Seconds later, Clara curled into a ball and began crying. She really was in deep trouble now.


Clara didn’t sleep well that night. When she woke up at seven, which she had never done before, she was all sore and aching all over. She crawled out of the bed and lumbered into the shower.

The shower wasn’t a pleasant one. Her pussy protested in a singeing pain as water coursed through those brutalized lips. But that was not her real concern. It would be far worse than a sore pussy if she couldn’t get away from the sadistic consultant of hers. She needed to find a way out.

She had thought about it on her bed as she tossed and turned through the night. She couldn’t tell her parents as that would only spell disasters should Ms. Penrose found out. And something told Clara that the thirty odd years consultant would. Perhaps commanding Clara to answer some questions. If that woman could erase someone’s memories, certainly she could make someone talk.

And yet, after thinking for a long while, Clara realized something odd. If her power, whatever the hell it was, could even alter someone’s memories, why didn’t the woman just alter hers? Make her the most rule abiding person on earth and be done with it. Why took the trouble to make Clara fuck herself, and even went so far to threaten her with a cactus? Was the woman really just sadistic? And if so, why was she in the hospital after the ordeal? Hell, why even let Clara go back to her house? There was also a sense of just in the woman. So much so that Clara knew deep down that as long as she followed the rules, the woman wouldn’t make her miserable. And if that’s true, then there might be a chance that Clara could fight back.

But still, there’s just too much uncertainty now to formulate any tangible means of fighting back. Clara didn’t know what she was up against. Clara didn’t even know much about the woman other than her eyes could glow. But boy if that woman thought Clara would just roll over and give in, she was dead wrong. Clara had never given in to someone, had never bowed down to another soul in her life ever.

But today, she would bow down. Today, she would be the consultant’s submissive little good girl. Hell, she would even put on her best manners, not that she was familiar with any, to keep the woman from doing stuff to her body. She would concede. She would lose the proverbial battle. And she would learn more about her. So much more that she would find a way to win the war.

A small grin tugged her lips. She felt confident once more and a sense of determination to set the score. She put on her most modest article she could find in her walk-in wardrobe, a navy blue knee length sleeveless dress that didn’t expose her cleavage. She then chose her favorite white designer handbag she often took it with her to the clubs. The color of innocence and purity. For her footwear, she went for the teal heels for the occasion. After having breakfast with her mother, whom cared more about the latest gossips she found in the internet than eating the food, Clara had her chauffeur drove her to the academy by eight forty five and she was at the office door by eight fifty.

"Come in." a voice came through the door when Clara knocked.

Clara puffed her chest up and pushed open the door. She saw Ms. Penrose reading something off her tablet at the table. Remembering the need to stay well-mannered, Clara greeted the woman and even referred her as mistress.

The woman frowned and looked up from her tablet. Gradually, the frown smoothed and her lips slowly curled into a lopsided smile. As much as Clara hated to admit it, she knew the woman suspected something was up.

"You are early. Have a seat Clara." she gestured at the couch.

Clara counted three seconds inwardly, one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-Mississippi. Nothing. Her body didn’t move on its own. That was not a command. Realizing that, she nodded belatedly and took a seat.

"I hope you rested well." Ms. Penrose said as she took a seat on the chair opposite of Clara.

"I have, mistress." Clara replied genteelly.

"Good. Since we started of badly yesterday, I didn’t get to introduce myself. I’m Cecilia Penrose." she was all professional, as if the fact that she had eaten Clara’s pussy yesterday and then threatened her with a cactus didn’t happen.

Clara felt a boiling urge to spat something sarcastic at the woman’s face but she held it down. It wouldn’t do her much good to stay at the woman’s bad side. Instead, she would play ball with her.

"I’m Clara Webber." and before she could forget, she added. "Mistress."

"It’s nice to see that you are learning."

"Oh I didn’t want anything bad happen to me again, mistress." Clara remarked with a pretentious innocent tone.

"Well said." the woman leaned back and crossed her legs. She adjusted her glass and then took out a small green handbook from her breast pocket. "This is the student handbook. I’m sure you have one rotting in some dark corner but just in case you can’t find it, I will give you mine." she flung the book to the couch and the book hit the backrest before falling to the seat cushion.

"Memorize every rule and abide them. If you failed to follow the rules, there will be consequence." she added.

Clara stiffened at her words. She had never bothered to follow rules. Hell, she didn’t even care about them from the very first day she got in. Why would she? No one seemed to give a damn about what she did. Nevertheless, if the woman wanted to play, Clara would oblige. Then a sudden realization came into mind. That too, wasn’t a command. Because if it was, Clara would have taken the book by now.

"Why didn’t you just make me memorize them? If you can make the doctor forget, you certainly can make me remember."

"Well, if I do that, where’s the fun in it." she shrugged.

Clara tightened her fingers into fists. God, the woman was fucking with her. Despite the anger brewing in her, Clara knew going head on with this woman wasn’t going to work. She would have to play her games for now.

"Fine. Mistress. I will memorize them." Clara hissed, her anger was taking form.

"Good, with that said, please read section 3, rule number 5."

Clara picked up the book and looked at the index. Section 3 was about student’s attire and began at page 9. She flipped to that page and searched for rule number 5. When she got to the rule, her face paled.

-Students are not allowed to wear high heels with heel height of more than 3 inches-

"I would say that’s more than three, don’t you agree?" she nodded at the heels Clara’s wearing.

Clara’s mouth dried. Her fingers began to shake as fear seeped in. "B-but I didn’t know." she argued.

"The rule book is given out to each student every year. How could you not know? Did you not read it?" she asked patronizingly. It was a rhetorical question. Both of them knew it. Of course Clara never read the rule book.

Clara knew from this moment she was in trouble. All the confidence and determination she had this morning vaporized instantly. She thought she had everything covered. In fact, the heels was the shortest, most professional looking pair she had. She had everything by the book. Hell, she didn’t even smoke on her way to school.

"I-I won’t do it again." Clara croaked as she slid herself further away from the woman.

"I’m not finished." the woman interrupted. "Section 4 rule number 3."

Clara swallowed whatever little saliva she had in her mouth. Her lips were quivering in fear. With trembling hands, she turned to the following section and sought out the said rule. As she read the words, her eyes blurred with tears. Oh God, she silently screamed. She felt sick and dropped the book.

"What’s the matter?" the woman asked sardonically.

"N-nothing." Clara sobbed.

The woman bent forward and picked up the book. She flipped a few pages and then pressed her index finger on it the page. "Section 4 rule 3: Students are not allow to bring any restricted item as stated in the list below into the academy." she read.

"Alcoholic beverages, hazardous material, weapons, pornographic materials, ..." she read each item from the list that included the items that Clara wished she had taken out from her handbag. "drugs, spray paint...and cigarettes..." the woman gave Clara a knowing glance.

"Now, hand me your bag." she held out her hand.

Clara shook her head and clutched her handbag tighter to her chest.

"I’m not going to ask again."

Reluctantly, Clara handed the bag to her. She didn’t have a choice. If she didn’t hand it over the woman would force her to anyways. Ms. Penrose took her handbag and began searching. Clara’s heart raced and blood pounded her in ears. She could almost see white spot in front of her. She tried to keep calm, tried not to show her anxiety. When the consultant fished out a box of cigarettes and did no further search, Clara sighed in relief.

"So, you’ve broken two rules." the woman waggled the box of cigarettes.

"I’m sorry mistress." Clara said immediately.

The woman frowned but quickly blinked it off. She slid the box of cigarettes into her breast pocket.

"Read the book. I don’t want these happening again am I clear?"

"Yes, mistress." Clara nodded submissively.

The consultant went on lecturing Clara on the importance of rules and how vital it was as a foundation to a good society. Rules were there to keep everyone from fucking up other’s life. Clara tried to listen but her attention was on the door. She wanted to get out of this office as soon as possible. Finally, the woman finished what she had to say and leaned back into her seat.

"Now, that pretty much wraps up today’s session. You may go for your class now." the woman said.

"Now?" Clara blinked. Wasn’t the session supposed to be two hours? It’s only been thirty minutes at best.

"Yes. You can go now. Or do you want to stay?" she cocked her brow.

"No." Clara snapped, perhaps all too quickly. The woman scowled suspiciously but decidedly brushed it off.

"Good. Now off you go. I have other work to do." the woman handed Clara her bag, stood up and walked to her desk.

With that, Clara jumped up from the couch and almost ran to the door. Her heart was pumping sporadically and she felt that she would really die of heart attack if she had to stay here a minute longer. But when she grabbed the door knob, her heart sank and her stomach twisted in knots. She heard it. The cold and commanding voice of Ms. Penrose telling her to stop. Her body complied instantly and she couldn’t move.

"I’ve been thinking." the woman said from behind. "Why didn’t you let me search your bag when I first asked you?"

Clara bit her lips and her heart rate soared as she heard footsteps coming closer to her from behind. Then, her handbag was taken away from her.

"At first, I thought you didn’t want me to find your cigarettes."

Clara heard the the shuffling noise of her handbag being searched. She shut her eyes and prayed. She prayed wholeheartedly that the woman wouldn’t find the stash of ecstasy hiding behind a small inconspicuous compartment.

"But everyone knows you smoke in school. And you know that everyone knows too. So..." the woman trailed off.

And then Clara heard the most dreadful sound in the world. Her handbag being unzipped. There was only one compartment that had a zipper. The same compartment that housed a small plastic bag containing fifteen or so little pink pills that she bought from the club owner last Sunday.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

"It’s for my period." Clara lied.

"Is that so?" the woman’s voice darkened. "Tell me, Clara. What are these?"

"Ecstasy." Clara heard her own voice though she clearly didn’t recall saying it. "I was going to throw it away." she quickly added, this time on her own will.

"Shhhh..." the woman shushed her and Clara immediately lost her ability to talk. "Clara dear. Strip." she commanded.

Clara’s body, having a mind of its own, moved from the door. Her hands unzipped the back zipper and the dress fell down onto the floor into a pile. Then, her hands undid her bra and let it drop before sliding off her panties to join the rest of the garment on the floor.

"Bend over the backrest of the couch."

Her body complied, moved and then leaned over. Her hands grabbed the backrest on their own for better support. Two fingers trailed along the crevice of her pussy and then plunged deep into her. Tears began to roll down her cheeks and fell to the leather finish below.

"Let me tell you this, Clara. I am a sadist, if you haven’t get that already. And I enjoy making girls like you scream in pain." the woman growled.

"But I’m also a fair person. If you don’t break my rule, I won’t hurt you." She elaborated and then forcefully inserted the third finger into Clara’s pussy. Clara jerked at the invasion. A throaty groan rumbled through her closed lips. "But if you do, I will make you wish you are dead."

"Do you really want me to force that cactus into your pussy?" the woman hissed. She grabbed a fistful of Clara’s hair and yanked. "Answer me?"

Her mouth relaxed and her voice came back. "N-no, mistress." Clara sobbed.

"Then why did you lie to me?" the woman growled ferociously.

"Because you are going to hurt me if you found out." Clara cried, her words barely understandable.

"No, Clara. I would have let you go if you were honest. I never intended to punish you today anyways."

"You will. You did it yesterday. You will do it today. You are an evil perverted sadist." Clara countered sobbingly.

"I’m a sadist, yes. A pervert, perhaps. But I’m not evil. Clara. What I did yesterday was just a show of power. You were a complete bitch and I had to make sure you know what you are dealing with?" The woman sighed. " You have no idea what evil means when it comes to people like me." she added.

"Let me go. You monster." Clara screamed.

"Shut up." The woman snapped and Clara’s mouth clammed shut. "You think I’m a monster?" She pulled Clara’s hair harder, her three fingers dug deeper into her pussy. Clara whimpered quietly.

"If I’m a monster I would have made you shred your pussy into a bloody mess with the cactus. If I’m a monster, I wouldn’t have admitted you to the hospital. I would have watched you succumb to exhaustion and brainwash my way out of trouble. And Clara dear, if I’m truly a monster, I would have brainwashed you from the beginning and sell you to the highest bidder. Do you know how much a girl like you cost in the black market? And yet, I’m still here, working from nine to five with a monthly salary of thirty five hundred, babysitting a bitch of a girl that almost burned down a building and sent five students to the ER for smoke inhalation. So you tell me, Clara, am I a monster?"

Clara felt her mouth loosened. She knew she could talk now. But no words formed. Instead, she let out a soft wail, the wail of guilt. Something she didn’t feel very often and thought she never would.

"So, do you think I should punish you?"

Clara weighted those words. Did she deserved to be punished? Perhaps. But every sense of her being knew that the sort of punishments the woman delivered so far were morally corrupted. She would expect several hours of community service. Maybe clean the female toilets and clear the rubbish bin by the end of the day. But not like this. Not being forced to fuck herself until she fainted. Not having to strip and her pussy violated.

"Fuck you." Clara spat.

"Bad choice of words, Clara." The woman exhaled and moved away from the girl. She walked to her desk, picked up her bag from the seat and took out two black objects. She went to the couch and sat down facing Clara. She brought the two objects in front of Clara.

"Now, open your mouth." her eyes glowed as she commanded. Clara’s jaw dropped on its own.

The woman tore open the plastic covers and dropped the contents into her palm. One looked like a rubber plug that shaped like a slim top with a tapered flange at the base and the other was a black oblong object with a thin tube attached to it. The woman then connected the two items together, attaching the open end of the tube to the base of the plug.

The woman then angled the thing into Clara’s mouth. "Make it wet or it won’t be comfortable."

"Emmm..." Clara mumbled.

"Lick all over it." she commanded while rotating the rubbery device inside her mouth. Clara’s tongue automatically slithered all over the obkect. With the woman’s hand tenderly cupped Clara’s cheek, she felt a swirl of butterfly taking flight in her stomach. It felt weird yet oddly sensual and intimate.

After a minute or two, the woman pulled the plug out and went around the couch.

"No..." Clara gasped when she felt the wet tip pressed against her anus. "Stop..."

"You never use this hole before?" the woman asked casually as she nudged the device deeper into the tight hole.

"N-no..." Clara let out a throaty groan. Her pussy began to throb in excitement and her love juice seeped out of the slightly parted lips. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She shouldn’t feel this aroused.

"There’s always a first time." the woman cooed and pushed hard.

Clara yelped. She felt her anus widened up as the device gradually sank into her. And just when she thought it was about to tear her in half, the thing slipped in like a key to a lock.

"Oh God..." Clara gasped. She felt like she suddenly had a full bowel and needed to shit. Her inside convulsed and the object began to slide out of her again.

"No you don’t." The woman pressed her palm on the base and pushed the plug back in.

Clara let out a guttural groan. Her eyes rolled back as her body shuddered.

"Keep it in there." another command. Clara’s anus tightened by itself, locking the device snugly in place. "This is for lying to me. Clara."

"Please. Stop." Clara begged.


Clara’s mouth clammed shut.

"I’m not done yet." the woman said. "This is for wearing those heels."

Clara heard a hissing sound, following by a weird sensation inside her ass.

"This is for bringing cigarettes." another hissing sound coursed through the air and this time Clara felt it. The plug inside her was expanding.

"Emmmm..." Clara whimpered.

"And this..." the woman ignored her plea, "is for bringing drugs." another hiss.

Clara yelped. The thing had certain doubled in size. Before, she felt like she wanted to take a shit. Now, she felt like she needed to.

The woman detached the tube from the plug and gave her ass a slap. "There, all done. Now get dressed."

Clara regained her freedom to move and immediately clamped her thighs together as if she was going to piss herself. The added motion made her asshole tightened even more and the discomfort grew exponentially.

"If you move too much, you are going to feel it more." the woman explained as she went back to her desk.

"You fucking sadist." Clara spat in distaste.

"Keep that up and I will put another one in your pussy." the woman grinned.

Clara’s cheek flushed. That prospect would have terrified her but instead, she swallowed like a bitch in heat. Ignoring her own arousal and the fact that there’s a fucking plug in her asshole, she put on her clothes as quickly as possible and snatched her bag from the ground.

"Go to class now. When you have enough, you can come back here and beg for forgiveness at any time."

Humiliated, she trudged out and slammed the door behind her. As Clara limped down the hallway, she tried hard not to look like someone with a plug in her ass. She slid into the restroom and rushed to one of the many empty stalls. Desperately, she yanked her panties down, flipped her skirt up and sat on the toilet. With all her might, she tried push it out. But still under the influence of the command, her anus refused to reject the foreign object. As that didn’t turn out well, she went for a more physical approach. She slipped her fingers under the round flange and tried to pry it out. But her fingers simply turned limp, as if her fingers had lost the ability to grip.

Confused but not deterred, she tried again. The result was the same. Her fingers simply refused to pull it out. "Fuck!" Clara exclaimed.

Still not giving up,. she looked around the stall for options. Her eyes soon landed on the tap by the side of the wall. The cross knob of the tap would certainly serve a good leverage point. She carefully negotiated through the narrow space between the tap and the wall until the side of the cross was under the flange of the plug. Now, all she had to do was to lunge forward and the cross would do the pulling for her.

"" she whimpered when she realized her body simply wouldn’t more. "Fuck." she exasperated. The command was truly absolute. Her entire body simply refused to take it out.

Without much of a choice, Clara decided to endure it. If this was what the woman wanted to play, she would indulge her. Carefully, she slid herself away from the tap and pulled up her panties. Yes, if this was the best the woman could do, then Clara would survive it. She would never crawl back into her office and beg her to take it off.

Instead, Clara went straight to her class. Every set of eyes, including the professor’s, immediately turned to her when she walked into the classroom. Ignoring their curious glare, she slowly walked until she reached her desk at the last row and practically eased onto her seat like an old lady.

"What’s wrong with your face?" Amanda, one of her entourage, asked.

"What’s wrong with it?" Clara voice hitched.

"It’s red. You’re having a fever or something?" Amanda frowned.

Shit. Clara hadn’t really thought about it. But now that she did, she could feel the heat off her face.

"It’s the weather." Clara gestured at the sunny morning sky.

"Uh huh." Amanda was not convinced but thankfully decided not to press on.

As the class resumed and the professor began explaining on current market trends, Clara began to feel the tightness in her bowel. She kept her composure and sat really still on the chair. She tried her best not to think about it, to listen to the lecture, to find something, anything at all, to distract herself from the plug in her ass.

She briefly wondered if she could ask Amanda to pull it out for her but quickly thought better of it. Amanda was just a friend. Just as any other friends she ever had in her life. And Clara had no doubts that Amanda wouldn’t be able to keep that a secret too. By noon, every student would know she had a plug in her ass and that Clara would never allow to ever happen.

As one professor went out and the other came in to conduct the next lesson, Clara began to feel the pressure building. And it wasn’t just her asshole. Somewhere along the line between discomfort and humiliation, Clara felt a mild arousal creeping into her. The thought of someone could find out and the contrasting vacancy of her pussy compared to her asshole warped into something lustful that Clara couldn’t understand how. It simply felt so wrong it felt good.

Clara inconspicuously eyed her neighbors, making sure that no one was paying too much attention to her as she leaned her body sideways to reduce the pressure. But that only made it worse as gravity tugged against the massive plug, pulling on her tightly constricted anus along with it. That made her pussy throbbed in excitement. So much that she couldn’t even concentrate in class. Not that she ever did in the first place.

Her mouth dried and her face flushed. Her thoughts became incoherent and whatever happened in front of her was simply just a blur. Her hands began to tremble as arousal gripped onto her like a vice. She pressed her hands onto her mount and clamped her thighs tightly and hoped it would reduce the ache on her pussy. It did not help one bit.

Hours upon hours, Clara finally couldn’t hold it on anymore. She didn’t want to play the game anymore. There’s no reason this could be called a justified mean to punish a girl. She was no longer in the mood to keep her composure anymore. She wanted that thing out and then find a spot to masturbate. Period. On the third class, Clara walked out class and trudged back to Ms. Penrose’s office, each step made her pussy clenched and exacerbated her arousal.

Without any reservation, she barged in to her office unannounced. Ms. Penrose was sitting at her desk, piles of paperwork stacked on the otherwise empty desk. The woman raised her brow as a knowing smile curved at her lips.

"Get this thing out of me." Clara snapped. Her voice throaty and angry.

"Close the door Clara." the woman said nonchalantly and Clara immediately obeyed. It wasn’t a command. Clara closed it willingly. Even she wouldn’t want the world to see her ass stuffed with a goddamn plug.

"There. Get it out now." Clara limped to the couch. Her knees were dangerously close to buckle. When she reached the couch, she carefully eased herself onto the cushioned seat. Her body was visibly trembling and god only knew how many people she crossed path a few moments ago noticed that too.

"Is that how you beg, Clara?" the woman stood up from her desk, her voice darkened.

A shiver ran down Clara’s spine. Every inch of her skin prickled with fear. She had just walked in to the lion’s den and her fate was already at the woman’s mercy. Yet, a part of her didn’t want to admit defeat and remained defiant.

"I’m not playing this stupid game of yours anymore. Take it out." Clara hissed angrily.

"You think this is just a game?" the woman chuckled eerily. Then, her eyes glowed in a brilliant blue. "Get up."

Clara body tensed and then like having a life on its own, her body rose from the couch and stood still.


A moments later, Clara was stark naked, standing poise.

"Squat down."

Her body complied. Clara yelped at the motion as the plug slipped slightly out of her before slipping back in from the contraction of her anus.

"What are you doing?" Clara exclaimed desperately.

"Stand up." the woman ignored her.

And she did.

"Squat down."

"Stop..." Clara groaned.

"Keep quiet and widen your legs." the woman snarled.

Clara’s jaw locked in place and her lowered limbs parted simultaneously. The woman palmed the girl’s exposed pussy before sliding two fingers into her wet slick. Then, a third finger joined in.

"Is this how you beg, Clara? Didn’t I tell you to address me as mistress?" the woman sneered as she thrust her fingers hard and rough into Clara’s pussy.

Clara eyes rolled back and her body trembled at the assault to her pussy. A long trembling groan rocked out from her throat.

"You can’t win against me, Clara. Give in. Beg me to take it out." the woman breathed.

"Fuck you." Clara replied when her voice came back. She was nobody’s bitch. She wouldn’t let herself fall so low anymore.

The woman clicked her tongue as she shook her head. "Clara, you are a sadist greatest joy, do you know that?" the woman said. "You keep fighting even though you know you will not win."

"I won’t give in to you, bitch." Clara snapped. Every bit of the sense of compliance, feigned or forced, disintegrated. Clara didn’t want anything to do with this woman anymore.

"That won’t do, Clara." The woman shook her head in disappointment. "Keep quiet, keep your legs open..." she commanded. "...and Clara, do thirty squats." she finally added with a lopsided grin.

Clara’s body moved on it’s own, squatting and standing, squatting and standing, up-down, up-down, up-down. Clara moaned through her closed mouth. Her face flushed with heat. Tears of agony rolled down her cheeks as the plug moved in and out to the movement of her body.

The woman stepped away and languidly sauntered to her desk. She then removed her white blouse and black pencil skirt and folded them neatly on it. From her drawer, she took out a leather underwear that looked like a thong. Sultrily, she put them on and tightened the straps to her hips. There was a ring of sort attached to the front of the garment she was wearing. From the same drawer, she took out a mean looking dildo that had a bulging studded tip.

Clara watched in horror as the woman locked the dildo to the ring on the leather garment she wore as Clara continued her squats. It became clear to her that what’s going to happen next. The hair on the back of her neck rose. She was terrified beyond comprehension. That thing was huge and there’s no way it could fit inside her. When the woman came back, Clara had just finished her squats and was panting in exhaustion.

"Sit on the couch and spread your legs."

Clara did as ordered, lifting her soles onto the couch and spreading her thighs.

"You’ve gotten pretty wet, haven’t you?" the woman mocked.

Clara looked at her pussy and was shocked to find her pubes drenched with her own juice. Yes, she was aroused by the plug but she never thought it would be at such an extent.

"I think we have to do something about it, don’t we?" the woman said sardonically.

Grabbing the base of the dildo, the woman rubbed the studded tip along Clara’s wet slick. Clara shuddered at the contact as tiny blunt nubs scrapped the opening of her love hole. As the rubbing intensified, Clara began to feel light headed. She couldn’t think straight anymore as her pussy ached sweetly under the sensual touch of the tip.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" the woman asked.

"No." Clara whimpered. She wanted her to slam that dildo in alright, but she just wouldn’t say it. Saying it would mean that the woman had won.

"No?" the woman raised her tone, all the while nudging the tip deeper into her, but never deep enough just to drive Clara insane.

"No..." Clara shuddered.

"Don’t lie, Clara. Tell the truth." the woman’s eyes glowed.

"Yes. Please, yes. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy." Clara heard her own raspy voice.

The woman flexed her hips and thrust forward. Every last thick inch of the mean looking tool slid into Clara’s wet love hole. The girl tensed and wide-eyed and her lips formed a large ’O’.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes." Clara whimpered, still under the woman’s mind control influence.

The woman pulled out all the way and stopped. Then, she lifted Clara’s chin and forced Clara’s eyes to meet hers. Clara could see the glow in her eyes faded away.

"Do you want that thing inside you again?" the woman asked with a grin.

With her controls back, Clara resumed her defiance. "Get the fuck away from me." she spat at the woman.

"Tell the truth." the azure glow returned.

"Yes. Please put it in again." Clara helplessly said.

The woman chuckled victoriously and then pushed the thick dildo back into Clara’s wet hole. This time, she didn’t pulled out. She undulated her hips, moving the dildo in and out of Clara’s pussy in a leisurely fashion. One hard inch after another, slowly going in and out.

Clara bit her quivering lower lip. It wasn’t enough. The woman wasn’t fucking her, she was teasing Clara. The bulging tip gliding in and out only made Clara wanted more, wanted to be fucked hard and fast.

"Tell me what you want, Clara." the woman said.

"I want you to fuck me harder." Clara, unable to lie, groaned through her clenched teeth.

"Like this?"the woman hastened her thrust, the dildo shot into her pussy hard.


Ms. Penrose drove harder and pummeled the dildo into Clara’s pussy repeatedly.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." Clara squealed in delight at every hard pound on her pussy.

Gripping her thighs for supported, the woman rocked her hips hard. Her thighs smacked against Clara’s bare ass at every thrust and threatened to dislodge the plug inside Clara’s asshole. Clara’s body, still under the previous command, kept the plug in despite of the hard pounding happening just half an inch up.

"Do you want to come?" the woman asked, never slowing down her thrust.

"Yes. Oh yes." Clara hissed.

"Beg me."

"Please let me come mistress." Clara repeated those words as if that’s the only thing she knew how to say. Nothing else mattered anymore. Everything she felt was down on her pussy and her asshole. The strong sensation wrecked her mind like a violent tornado. It was crazy. She was crazy. Crazy for wanting the woman to fuck her crazy.

"Come, Clara."

Like a switch being flipped, Clara convulsed and her eyes rolled back. Her back arched and her toes curled. A long raspy inhuman cried rumbled out of Clara’s throat as pleasure ripped through her body like a tsunami. When the dildo evacuated her pussy, a stream of love juice sprayed out of Clara’s opening and stained the wood panels below.

After the nerve-wreaking release, Clara’s head limp to the side as she gasped for air while her body still locked in place by the mind control, legs spread and her pussy unprotected, still at the mercy of the woman.

"Do you like that?" the woman cooed.

"Yes." Clara said, not sure if the mind controlling or that she genuinely did like it.

"You see, Clara. There’s no fighting me." The woman’s voice soften and trailed her fingers along Clara’s sweaty forehead.

At least not yet. Clara said to herself inwardly. But she’s too tired to think about fighting now. All she wanted to do want to lie down and have a nap.

"And I’m going to prove to you again and again until you remember that." the woman grabbed Clara’s hair and forced her to look into her eyes.

Clara squealed in agony when the woman pushed the dildo back into her pussy. With the mind control still in effect, Clara’s legs remained wide open for the woman to access her battered love hole.

"Your punishment has just begun." the woman hissed and began rocking her hips violently, coaxing Clara’s pussy to come again. It didn’t take long before Clara reached another explosive climax.

"Now, let’s see if we can get the third one out of you." the woman remarked snidely.

Clara shook her head in protest, but without the will of her own to move, her body remained the subject of Ms. Penrose’s mercy. And mercy was not something the sadistic consultant showed often.

She pounded the poor girl for another good fifteen minute, forcing her to come for the third time. By then, Clara so exhausted that her thighs were beginning to close due to fatigue.

"Emmm...look at your pussy. So red, so well fucked." the woman stared at Clara’s wet snatch. The pussy was slightly parted, revealing all the red soreness deep within. Then, she held up Clara’s head by her hair. "Will you fight me again?"

"No. Mistress." Clara whimpered breathlessly.

Not now, Clara told herself. Now, she would submit. She couldn’t win over the woman under such compromising situation. But after she learned more about the woman, she would fight. She would make sure the woman paid for everything that she had done to her. She promised herself that. And she wouldn’t stop finding a way to settle the score even if she die.

"Tell me the truth." the woman’s eyes glowed once more.

"I will fight you." Clara blurted.

"I see." the woman smirked. "I will see you try. For now, I think you’ve got what you deserve. You may let go of the plug now."

And just like that, Clara expelled the large black plug out of her asshole and the rubber device bounced on the floor.

"That’s it for today. I will see you tomorrow." she stood up and walked to her desk. "And Clara, there will be consequences if you break the rules."

Aching all over her body and especially her pussy, Clara staggered to her clothes and languidly put them on. When she was done, she walked out of the room dejectedly. Today, she had definitely lost the battle. And today, she realized she might not win the war after all.


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Incest sex - hot for cock
My friend nodded his head so I gently pulled out of my sons' ass then
dropped down to lick up my leaking sperm, getting most of it. Ashe finally
stood and took Jaren's hand and had him sit on a dining room chair then my
boy backed up to him, straddled his legs then lowered himself on Jaren's

Watching how my son's entire body changed as the boy sank down onto Jaren's
fuck pole was incredible. It was like you see in the movies when they shoot
a person with drugs. An almost instant change takes place. Clearly my son
was at ease, at home, or in heaven when a cock was shoved up his ass.

Jaren's arms were wrapped around Ashe's chest and belly, the bottom one
finding its way down to feel on my son's still raging boner and his soft
marble sized balls.

"I like it when you feel me up Jaren," Ashe whispered, his head turned to
make some semblance of eye contact with the man. I stared openly at the
sight of another man's cock buried deep into my son with nothing but his
hairy balls hanging out. Ashe worked to turn his head and body around
enough for Jaren to kiss him, which the man did.

I chose to get between Jaren's knees and lick on his balls which caused him
to stop kissing Ashe in order to look. Ashe looked too then grinned.

"Do you like my papa licking on your balls Jaren," he asked but didn't wait
for an answer. "I love it when daddy licks my balls." That said I moved up
and sucked my son's bag into my mouth and let my tongue move the marbles
around. I finally backed away and Ashe put his feet on the rungs of the
chair and raised himself up a little.

"Now fuck me Jaren." My friend started to move and I well knew it wasn't
the best position to fuck a boy in I also knew that because it was a little
unusual it might be a little hotter for the man. They say that what a woman
wants out of sex is love and what a man wants is a new position. How true.

I moved to stand alongside the fucking duo and offered my cock to my son
who took it greedily. Jaren's head was turned and he watched as my boy
sucked my cock then to my surprise Jaren reached up and began fondling my
balls, gently tugging on the large smooth eggs. Ashe finally took his mouth

"Go ahead and suck my daddy's cock Jaren," Ashe said in a sultry voice. To
his credit the man didn't flinch, didn't ask if it was okay, he simply
leaned toward my raging cock. I turned, holding it down and offered it to
him and Jaren took it with hesitation, sucking about half of me into his
mouth. His eyes were closed and I could hear him murmuring softly to
himself as he worked me.

Ashe had begun rising and falling on Jaren's lap knowing that the man
didn't have that much room to move. Still Jaren kept his mouth over my cock
the whole time. I wondered just where this might lead to. I finally pulled
away and moved back to the front and put my mouth over Ashe's boner and
sucked him while he fucked my face and Jaren's cock. It didn't last long
however because my son wanted a good fucking.

Without preamble he rose up off of Jaren's cock, turned and sat back down
on Jaren's lap and planted his mouth against Jaren's. My friend responded
with a groan, held onto my boy and kissed with as much fury as Ashe was
kissing him. Ashe hissed Jaren hard, ground his boner into my friends'
belly, moaning softly. When he broke it he said,

"I need to get fucked good and hard Jaren." He took the man's hand and led
him to the sofa where he flopped down onto his back with his ass at the
very edge. "Fuck me right here Jaren, on your knees." My friend did as he
was told and was soon balls deep in my son's asshole and fucking him with
wild abandon. I sat on the sofa next to them and just watched. It was
fucking hot as all hell. I turned and leaned down and we kissed, Ashe and
me, deeply. When I broke it Jaren said,

"I'll suck your cock again if you want Eric." I hadn't planned that
happening, hadn't even thought about it but of course I wasn't going to
refuse, especially since Jaren was the one that brought it up. I stood up
and stepped close to Jaren who turned his head. I guided my cock to his
mouth and he took me on like a jet refueling in mid-air and once again I
heard his soft moans.

"I love watching Jare+n suck your boner daddy," my son panted. "I love
having your cock in my butt fucking me too Jaren. He's fucking me good too
daddy," Ashe went on. "This time I want your sperm inside me Jaren. Fuck
your sperm into my butthole and make me cum too." As I said, Ashe liked
talking during sex so I shouldn't have been too surprised at the ongoing
dialog but I was, just a little bit.

"You can cum in my mouth if you want Eric," Jaren said, looking up at me
through eyes half lidded in lust. I chose to take over on my cock even
though it was still in his mouth. I wondered which of the two things going
on was most important to the man right then and figured that I might get an
answer to that when we were done. I used my thumb and a couple of fingers
to stroke my cock while Jaren sucked me and continued to fuck my boy.

"He's gonna make me cum daddy," Ashe said suddenly. His hand had gone
between his legs and my boy was jacking his dick hard. "I'm close Jaren,
I'm getting close to cumming. Fuck my pussy harder make me cum, make me
cum." A moment later Ashe started vibrating like a harp string and crying
out from the intensity of his orgasm. Jaren let out a long moan around the
sides of my cock and I figured, to be confirmed later, that Ashe's asshole
had gripped on him, as it does, when my boy started cumming. That was all
it took for me to start shooting sperm into my friends mouth. Jaren's eyes
went wide at the first jet but to his credit he continue to suckle me and
swallowed everything I had to offer. Jaren continued to fuck my son hard
and deep but alas, all good cums comes to an end and it did and we did.

As my cock head became too sensitive I gently pulled away from Jaren. He
continued to move in and out of Ashe but it slowed and eventually
stopped. Both he and Jaren were breathing heavily while mine had resumed to
normal. I sat on the sofa and leaned down to kiss my baby boy who kissed
and then hugged me.

"That was wonderful daddy, thank you," he whispered in my ear. Jaren's cock
softened and he backed up just a tad so that Ashe could sit up, which he
did. He then moved into Jaren and hugged him tightly and kissed him.

"Come hug us daddy," he said after a moment so I knelt. Jaren seemed to
think for a scant moment then leaned toward me so I did the same and we
kissed, tongues and all then the 3 of us traded kisses.

"Gosh daddy having 2 men to fuck me is going to be great." I back my head
away and raised my eyebrow but I wasn't alone because Jaren did the
same. "Well, you're going to keep fucking me aren't you Jaren?"

My friends' hand had gone behind me and was cupping my butt cheek while
mine rested on his shoulder. "I really don't know what to say to that," he
finally said quietly. I asked if he was doing okay and he nodded his head.

"This has totally taken me by surprise Eric," he said. "I mean, I just
never thought, I never pictured myself being with a boy, let along your

"Did you like it Jaren," Ashe asked him. "Was it fun for you sucking my
cock and fucking me and stuff?" He nodded his head.

"Honestly it was amazing. I never thought that being with a boy could be so
hot, so incredible. And I can't believe that I sucked your cock too Eric
and had you cum in my mouth. Sure, I did that stuff when I was young teen
but it never occurred to me to do it as an adult. I've never looked at any
guy with that in mind." He paused then said, "At least I don't think that I
did. But I'm glad that I did it and I hope you're okay with it too." I told
my friend that it had never occurred to me to be with a man either. Or a
boy for that matter."

"My daddy didn't either til I got him to Jaren," my son explained then went
on to tell our friend, and now lover, how it had all transpired. "I love
getting fucked so much and when I asked daddy about another man fucking me
I was thinking about you fucking me. I'm really glad that you did it too
Jaren." Ashe moved his head forward and kissed Jaren on the mouth again who
kissed him back without hesitation.

"Now what," Jaren asked. "I don't mean just tonight but like, from now on?"
I said that I honestly didn't know because this had been a little
impromptu, although not completely. I suggested that we take a shower so
continued the conversation there. Jaren was treated to his first washing by
another person admitting that his girlfriend had barely even washing his
back when he asked. Jaren groaned loudly when Ashe washed his asshole.

"I never licked a hole before tonight and I'll be goddamned if I didn't
love doing it." That said, Ashe made him lean against the wall then
proceeded to rim him causing lots of loud moaning and groaning. When Ashe
stopped Jaren turned around, Jaren's hand was gripping tightly on his rock
hard cock.

"I..." he started. "Uhm, I think..." He paused again. "I think I want to
try a cock in my ass," he finally blurted out. Jaren seemed a little
embarrassed by that admission but I consoled him.

"I know how you feel Jaren. I've been thinking the same thing since I
started fucking Ashe. He's fucked me a few times but because of his size it
isn't much. I've been thinking more and more about having something bigger
in my ass. I've even considered buying some toys," I admitted. We finished
and dried off then went back into the living room. Jaren had to leave
because he had dogs he needed to let out but we agreed that he should come
back over the following night, Saturday to which he agreed. We sent him off
with plenty of hugs and kisses then Ashe and I sat down and talked.

The crux of it was that Jaren was a sweet heart of a guy not to mention
pretty hot looking. Both Ashe and I agreed that it had been hot as fuck for
both of us doing stuff in front of him, watching him with each of us.

"I can't believe he actually wanted to suck your cock papa and have you
shoot your sperm in his mouth." I told him I was surprised as he had
been. So that all said, we got dressed and jumped in the car and headed out
to a locally owned ice cream parlor for a tasty desert. It was there that
Ashe brought up the idea of being with another boy.

The topic came up because of the amount of boys, young teens actually, that
were out and about on a Friday night. And there were a lot of them. And a
lot of them were cute as all hell. As we sat at an outside table Ashe
gently nudged me or casually pointed this boy and that, asking if I thought
he was cute or stating that he had a really cute butt or in some cases what
he perceived as a healthy boy bulge.

"Would you like to be with another boy papa," he asked me. Honestly I
hadn't given it any thought. I mean hell, I had one hot boy at my
fingertips and one that was willing to drop his drawers at any time and
allow me to have my way with him. More accurately it was him having his way
with me although the outcome, no pun intended, was the same. I told him
that I hadn't considered it.

"Well I think it would be just as hot seeing you be sexy with another boy
as it was having Jaren be with us. I think that watching you fuck a cute
boy or suck a cute boy would be lots of fun. Of course he would have to
fuck me too." I chuckled because that was a given. At least I thought
so. It would turn out that was not quite accurate.

"I think it would be more difficult locating another boy that might favor
us with his presence baby boy. It's a little different than snagging an

"Not really papa. I could find us a boy really easy I think." I asked him
why he thought so. "Because I can ask a boy questions about sex and stuff
and not get into trouble. I can show a boy my cock in the bathrooms really
easy. Boys do that at school all the time and nobody cares. Boys are always
waving their dicks around and they talk about doing stuff with other boys
all the time. It would be easy to get a boy to play with us."

I mulled that over as I spooned ice cream covered in nuts and warm
chocolate sauce into my mouth. As I looked at the dozens of boys milling
about, joking with each other and just being boys, I saw a half dozen or
more that peaked my interest, an interest that was now more focused than it
had been barely 10 minutes earlier. Indeed, sucking one of their cocks
would be exciting especially since we were talking about boys that were
sexually more mature; boys that were sperming. I wasn't all that interested
in having Jaren cum in my mouth, nor was I disinterested, but a young
teenage boy might well be a different story. I'd have to give that some

So it was that Jaren returned the following night. On that go around he and
I spent more time making out and sucking each other's cocks that we had the
night before. Clearly we were both more at ease with each other and willing
to do some exploring. Of course Ashe insisted that we try it because it was
hot to him seeing us like that. And also, of course, it wasn't like he was
sitting idly by either; oh no. My boy was busy sucking a free cock, getting
his cock sucked by a free mouth, rimming or getting rimmed. It had been a
great 3 way suck fuck fest.

Ashe fucked Jaren and then I fucked him, much to his and my delight. He
declared that he kind of liked getting fucked, being the passive partner in
sex. He liked it in a missionary position, legs back, and looking at my
face as I slammed 7 plus inches of moderately thick man cock up his virgin

We both fucked my son a couple of times and while I didn't have Jaren fuck
me I did have him cum in my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his thick
gooey sperm and actually didn't mind it a bit. It did make me wonder though
what a young teen boys' sperm tasted like. I'd read somewhere that it
didn't have the strong bleach type taste of a more mature male but of
course I had no experience with which to judge that. Jaren would change
that. That is, Jaren with Ashe's assistance would change that.

It was about a month after our first encounter and Jaren had become a
regular weekend visitor, enough so that he brought his dogs with him so he
wouldn't have to go home to take care of them. The first Friday night that
we did it, we stayed up until 1 in the morning fucking each other's brains
out. I had allowed Jaren to fuck me for the first time and while I didn't
particularly pant after it, I did wonder what it would be like being with a
younger boy.

"I've had something come up that I could use some help with," Jaren said
one night as the 3 of us lay cuddled up on my bed. We had just finished an
interesting situation whereby I had fucked Jaren while he was blowing
Ashe. My body had been perpendicular to his; that is, crosswise to him,
holding his upper leg up out of the way as I pummeled his hairless
hole. Ashe had gotten him to shave his hole and his balls and trim down his
pubic thatch. Ashe had been mostly perpendicular to Jaren so in effect it
was like a human H with Jaren as the cross bar.

"I think my 13 year old cousin might be coming on to me." That certainly
got my son's attention. Jaren went on to say that he and Kyler tended to
roughhouse and wrestle since the kid was little and it seemed lately that
the boy had been feeling his uncle up seemingly by accident. I'm pretty
sure that he's gotten hard too, in fact I know it because the last time his
hard cock was pressed against the back of my leg.

"I've noticed that whenever he stays at my house he tends to wander around
in his underwear. It seems too like I catch him checking my crotch out."
Ashe asked Jaren if he wanted to play with his cousin. "Honestly, I never
thought about it before we, well you know, but now. Yeah, I wouldn't mind
having a go at him. He's a cute little fucker and I wonder how big his cock
is and judging from the bulge in his briefs he's pretty big for his
age. I'm pretty sure he's sperming because I've seen small wet spots on his

"Well why don't you have him spend a weekend with you and we could all hang
out together." Jaren got a shocked expression on his face and Ashe laughed
then went on to explain. Maybe we could go to the zoo or a movie or
whatever. The 2 boys would likely get along just fine, if not great, and of
course they would have to use the bathroom and Ashe would have no problem
showing Kyler his cock, in the appropriate context of course. Ashe was sure
that if he whipped his out to go pee Kyler would most likely do the same
and once they had showed each other their cocks then the door way to
discussing other things, like doing stuff with boys and such, was likely to
come up. Essentially it was exactly what Ashe had told me a month before
when the topic of another boy came up.

"Trust me Jaren, I can find out pretty quick if Kyler is interested and if
he is then I can find a reason to get things started." We talked some more
about it and with Ashe's insistence that he could make it happen Jaren
started getting excited about the possibility.

So it was that Jaren and Kyler showed up bright and early the following
Saturday morning. Jaren hadn't been exaggerating about Kyler being a
cutie. About 5 feet tall, his dark brown, almost light black hair was cut
in a layered bowl cut, that is, it had the bowl shape but was layered so
didn't look real severe. He had large hazel green eyes, straight and
crystal white teeth, a button nose with a very light smattering of barely
noticeable freckles. He was an adorable boy.

Jaren had showed up around 8 so Ashe and I were still in briefs,
intentionally so, and Ashe's briefs were quite briefs, low cut bikini style
in a pink with a raspberry trim. Jaren didn't need to knock, he just came
through the door. Ashe went bounding to greet him and all but leapt into
Jaren's arms, threw his legs around Jaren's waist and arms around the man's
neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Jaren's hands were under my son's
small butt for support and after the lengthy kiss Ashe rested his head on
Jaren's shoulder. Of course none of it was lost on Kyler.

Once set down, Ashe went over to Kyler, who. Jaren introduced and offered a
handshake and quick peck on the mouth. "Jaren has told us a lot about you
Kyler. I hope we can be friends," my boy said, using his little kid
voice. Ashe may well have had a future as an actor. The kid was good. As
for the kiss, well, Kyler most likely viewed my son as a little boy, which
he was, and young kids can get away with stuff like that. When Ashe turned
to come back to the dining room table Kyler all but ogled my son's tightly
clad butt, again, the crease under each cheek clearly visible.

Jaren and Kyler joined us, shared some bacon and cocoa and we talked about
the day. The boys seemed to hit it off quickly and when Ashe said he needed
to take a shower he invited Kyler to see his bedroom, the teen readily
agree and off they went. I winked at Jaren.


I didn't really have a solid plan about how I was going to work on Kyler,
it just sort of happened. I was glad that Jaren went along with it and
picked me up though because it had been a perfect move. I had put off
taking a shower in the hopes that I could get Kyler into my room. Gosh he
was so, so cute. The second I was him come through the door I wanted to see
him naked and stuff.

I stripped my briefs off right away and Kyler practically stared. I asked
if he was okay and he said it was just a little weird having a boy he
didn't know just wearing briefs around him then strip naked in front of

"You mean you've never done that," I asked and he said yeah but with
friends not a boy he just met. "Well it's no big deal I mean, it's just us
boys." I grabbed my towel to head down the hall to the bathroom and asked
Kyler if he wanted to talk while I was in the shower and he said okay. I
knew that he watched my butt all the way down the hall.

"Don't you worry about your dad or Jaren seeing you naked," he asked before
I made it through the door. I said no and reminded him it was just us
boys. I all but ran into Jaren coming out of the bathroom and of course he
checked me out. Inside with the door closed Kyler commented about Jaren
seeing him naked.

"I'm just a little boy Kyler and you're not. I bet you even got hairs on
your cock." The boy nodded his head and grinned. "Can I see em," I asked
him. Kyler didn't waste a moment, shoving his briefs and underwear down
just enough for me to see his new moss. There wasn't much, a dozen strands
but still it looked cool. I asked if he had a big one so he shoved his
clothes all the way down and showed me.

His boy stuff looked really cool. His balls were all the way dropped and
seemed kind of big and were totally smooth and his cock hung against
them. I asked if I could touch him and he nodded his head so I felt on his
hair and said they were so soft. I cupped his balls for a moment but he
pulled away.

"I'm gonna get a boner if you keep doing that," he said, pulling his
clothes back up.

"That would be maximus," I said. He had a curious expression on his face so
I said, good, the best, or whatever. "I get boners all the time. My dad
says it perfectly natural." Kyler want to know if my dad had seen my boner
and I said all the time. Of course the next question was if I'd seen his
and gave him the same answer. By now the water was running so I got in the
shower. Through the curtain he asked if dads cock was big and I said it
was, smiling to myself. I believed that I'd hooked a fish.

"Have you ever seen my uncle Jaren's dick," he asked. Our shower curtain
was a map of the continents so the area that was water was pretty much
clear. I could see Kyler groping at the front of his jeans.

"Yeah, a couple of times, mostly in his underwear though." He wanted to
know how that happened and I commented about pissing in men's rooms or
outside when we went hiking, that sometimes we all just hung out in our
briefs especially like we were that morning, around breakfast.

"Have you ever seen his boner," Kyler whispered. I said that I had seen it
in his briefs when he got up in the morning; that sometimes he didn't drive
home because of having beer on his breath so spent the night.

"Awesome," Kyler said. "I've never seen an adult dick before," Kyler said
and when I asked if he wanted to he said yes. I finished, since I had
already showered with my dad, and dried off, Kyler watching intently. "You
got a cute butt and stuff Ashe," he said quietly, one hand covering the
other one in his lap. I was sure the bottom one was moving.

"Thanks, I bet you do too," I said. Kyler stood up, turning as he did so,
and dropped his jeans and briefs to show me his naked butt. In the mirror
facing him I saw that his dick was half way hard. "Are you getting a
boner," I asked him and when he nodded his head I said "maximus."

"That's good," he asked and I nodded my head and said that boners were
cool. "Have you ever, you know, uhm, touched another boys' boner?" I said
yes then started toward my bedroom with Kyler in tow. When he closed the
door I turned to face him, my cock standing straight up in front of my
body. Kyler quickly shoved his clothes back down and stood right in front
of me. We did the sword fight thing, neither of us saying a word then I
took hold of his cock and stroked it so he did the same to me. Without
asking him I dropped to my knees, pulled his cock down and put my mouth
over it and started to fuck him.

"Fuck Ashe, you like sucking cock too," he groaned and I nodded my head. I
didn't suck him long but as soon as I stood up Kyler dropped to his knees
and sucked me. Again it didn't last long. "You got a really cute cock Ashe,
I hope we can do more stuff together. We talked about doing stuff with
other boys and while I hadn't, I used Jaren as an example, leaving his name
and his adult status out of the picture. Kyler said that he had played with
a few boys and loved it.

"I kinda want to try it with a man though," he said wistfully. "Your dad is
pretty hot Ashe, I wouldn't mind doing stuff with him." I asked him about
doing stuff with Jaren. "I really want to but I don't think he would and
then he might not like to hang around me anymore." I let the topic drop,
already formulating a plan to make it all happen.


When the boys came out of Ashe's bedroom I knew instinctively that things
were going to work out. I thought I detected a bit of a bulge in Kyler's
jeans as well. We headed out for a day of fun, movies and the zoo as Ashe
had suggested. During the movie the boys sat in the middle and I could see
that at times Kyler had his hand on Ashe's leg. We did have a brief moment
at one point where Ashe and I were alone.

"Kyler wants to play but he's afraid that Jaren won't like him if he tries
something. Ask Jaren if it's okay if you do something with Kyler first. He
thinks you're hot so if you and him do stuff and Kyler sees me doing stuff
with Jaren it might make things easier."

I checked with Jaren and he said that he didn't mind if I had first shot at
his cousin and he agreed that all things considered it probably would make
things go easier. Throughout the day Kyler seemed to try to be next to me
and I got a little sense of his flirting with me. We got home around 5
after a quick meal at a pizza place then settled in to watch some movies.

"Can we just wear underpants papa," Ashe asked me. We all know the answer
to that one. I had to say that clad only in briefs Kyler was even more
desirable. He had a nice boy bulge and knowing that I was going to be
playing with him before the night was out made my heart beat fast and my
cock firm up.

The boys lay on the carpet in front of the sofa, a pair of glorious boy
butt waiting to be investigated. The boys would wrestle around a little
then settle down and do it again. There was some cock grabbing, Kyler
always looking toward me and Jaren to make sure it was okay. The lights
were dimmed pretty low so that helped considerably I think.

After the first movie we sat there quietly although Ashe and Kyler were
goofing around again and I was wondering how things were going to get
started and before the thought left my brain my boy made the move.

"Hey papa, you should give Kyler a back rub." Then to Kyler her said, "Papa
gives the best back rub ever, you would love it. Jaren can give me one."
Kyler said okay so the boys moved a little farther out onto the carpet
while Jaren and I got down with them.

"You guys should take your jeans off though cuz they're kinda scratchy on
bare skin," Ashe suggested. The boys watched while Jaren and I stripped
down to our briefs, Kyler checking me out closely. They rolled onto their
bellies and we both straddled their legs.

The kid had a dynamite butt. The twin globes rose up from the small of his
back into a pair of picture perfect mounds. I started at his shoulders, as
did Jaren, but we were only into it a half minute before we were stopped.

"Wait Jaren, I want to take my underpants off," Ashe said. He stayed on his
belly and started the process saying, "Take your underpants off too Kyler,
it feels a lot better. Kyler did as requested and I found out immediately
that his butt was even better unclothed. The boy didn't have a real long
butt crack either. In fact his ass was perfect in every way. We worked our
way down the boys' back, kneading deeply into growing muscle and earning
lots of moans and groans in the process. As I worked on the small of his
back it brought my head closer to his delicious butt and I so wanted to
kiss it, to lick it, to explore the slightly dusky crack between the

Jaren was going to stop at Ashe's butt however my son nixed that right off
the bat so Jaren continued to do just what I had done. Ashe was moaning
softly. Kyler had been mostly quiet so far so I asked the youngling how he
was doing.

"I'm really good," the boy said in a husky voice. I worked his tender butt,
gently peeling him open to see his puckered hole while Jaren was doing the
same with my son. I worked down his legs as well and the boy spread them to
reveal his hairless balls resting in a puddle of skin on the carpet. God
what a view.

"Now do my front Jaren," my son said and then rolled over. Needless to say
he was raging hard. Seeing Ashe roll, Kyler did the same and we all got our
first view of the young teen. The kid was awesome.

His boner looked to be about 5½ inches or so long. His balls hung
sweetly below and rested against his crotch, the sac of eggs completely
hairless and eminently lickable. I could see a smattering of small black
hairs poking out from beneath the shaft while it wasn't proof positive, I
was damned sure the boy was sperming. Of course Jaren had said that he saw
spots on the front of the boys' briefs so there you have it. Regardless, I
could hardly wait to taste it.

"You guys got boners too," Ashe said softly. "You should take your
underpants off." I stood, Jaren right beside me. Kyler's eyes were glued to
my front as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my red American Eagles
and tugged them off.

"My god you got a big fucking dick," the boy said, clearly in awe. If Kyler
had any thoughts about Ashe not making any comments he didn't voice them. I
dropped back down to straddle the boys' legs and allowed my balls to rest
on his.

"Do you shave your nuts Eric," he asked and when I nodded my head he wanted
to know why.

"Feel them and you'll know the answer." The boy was reluctant.

"Go ahead Kyler; you'll see," my son said in encouragement. Kyler reached
down and brought his open hand up underneath me, me rising up a little to
help him out. Kyler hefted my sac.

"So soft," he said quietly. He then took hold of my cock, felt up and down
the length of it, clearly in awe.

"Will you suck my cock Jaren," Ashe asked. That caused Kyler to turn his
head and watch his cousin lower his head and take my son's cock into his
mouth and begin to bob on it. I watched the boy closely, his hand had
remained on my cock. When he turned his attention back to me I asked him if
he wanted me to do that to him and he nodded his head.

I lowered my upper body as I took hold of his raging boner then put my
mouth over it and swallowed him whole. Kyler gasped audibly and pushed his
tender little butt up off the carpet. With his cock in my mouth I moved
sideways so that I was beside him which allowed my right hand to cup and
fondled his smooth sperm makers and earning another gasp. I felt his hand
touch my leg so moved a little and a second later Kyler had my cock in his
hands again.

"Fuck you suck cock so good Jaren," Ashe said, "I love it when you suck
me." I figured that Kyler would learn sooner rather than later about his
cousin's involvement with us and now it was out. Kyler turned his
head. Understand that the boys were side by side with only inches
separating them.

"Has he sucked you before Ashe," Kyler asked and my son nodded his head.

"Yeah, plenty of times. I didn't know just how to tell you," Ashe
said. Before Kyler could respond he said, "Do you like to kiss?" When the
boy said he'd never done it my boy asked him if he wanted to try it and got
a head nod. That said, Ashe closed the narrow distance, moving his upper
body closer still. "It's really easy, just do what I do."

That said my son put a hand on Kyler's cheek then gently kissed the boy on
the mouth 2 or 3 times. He asked what Kyler thought about it and our new
friend said he liked it. "This time just let your feelings take over,
okay?" Kyler nodded his head and a moment later the boys were kissing
seriously, mouths open, and nostrils flaring. I looked at Jaren who was
still sucking Ashe's cock but saw me, grinned and winked.

Kyler was the one that broke the kiss. "I wanna suck on your cock Eric
before I cum." I moved up next to his head so Kyler simply rolled to his
side, propped himself up on an elbow and guided my cock to his
mouth. Looking down on his sweet young teen face made my heart flutter. I
wondered if the boy was going to let me fuck him and certainly hoped that
would be the case.

Next to us Ashe told Jaren that he wanted to suck the man's cock but
suggested that Jaren simply straddle Ashe's body in a classic 69
position. Kyler wanted to see that so let go of my dick and turned over. I
took the opportunity to reach over his hips and take hold of his cock and
stroke him a little bit.

"Can we try that Eric," he asked and my answer was to lay next to him which
prompted the boy to roll toward me and moments later I had his cock in my
mouth while mine was captured in his mouth. Kyler had his top foot flat on
the carpet and as I wrapped my arm over his hip to clutch on his butt I
drew in the heady fragrance of a growing boy. His scent was much stronger
than the more sweet fragrance of my son and I reveled in it, loving it.

I let go of his cock and pressed my face against his smooth nuts then
nuzzled the soft sac with my lips. I managed to get on of his balls into my
mouth so suckled on the egg and moved it about with my tongue.

"Fuck Jaren, lick on my hole, lick on my pussy," Ashe cried out and once
again Kyler had to stop what he was doing to see the action. Ashe had
pushed his tender little back and Jaren had peeled the twin cheeks open and
was worshipping my son's asshole as if it were his last meal.

"Oh man I couldn't do that," Kyler said.

"That's what I said Kyler too," Ashe panted, "Until I did it. You won't
believe how it feels, goddamn," Ashe groaned as another wave of pleasure
crashed through his body. When I asked him Kyler said that he showered
early that morning. I wasn't sure I wanted to eat an asshole that was going
on 12 hours old so told him that after he washed it good I'd be happy to
show him how it felt. He said that was fine.

"God Jaren I need you to fuck me," my son finally said. "I really need your
cock in my pussy."


Regina and her violin

Regina and her violin
Regina loved her violin, but it was a pleasure to put it down. She had spent most of her day carrying it around town, on her hour long commute to her day job to then back across town to her gig that night. She had played nineteenth-century movements all night, and even her dress was a nod to that century. But the performance was over, and she was happy to be relaxing and drinking wine with the other musicians at the hall.

She stood by the window, letting the night air fill her lungs. Winter wouldn’t be over for a few months yet, but it was such a gorgeous and unexpectedly warm night given that she half leaned out of the window.

‘Don’t jump!’

Startled, she turned around to see Noah Ward smiling at her broadly, just before she spilled her wine all over his white shirt. Regina frowned, and looked around frantically for something to wipe his shirt, as if that would help. Noah looked a little helpless as he ran his hands through his hair.

Was there ever going to be a moment where she didn’t look like a complete idiot in front of him? She wished that she could stop having a crush on him; her affections certainly weren’t going to go anywhere with her fellow violinist was constantly seeing her at her worst.

‘I am so sorry…’ she began.

‘I startled you…’ Noah said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Regina’s attempts at apology were halted as her breath was caught in throat, watching him slowly reveal the undershirt he wore beneath.

‘It’s too hot in here anyway, don’t you think?’

She nodded, pushing her lank hair out of her face. The sudden glow of her cheeks had nothing to do with the heat outside.

‘More wine?’ Regina looked at him, relieved that he was willing to brush over her clumsiness, and nodded. Noah smiled, and walked over to the leftover wines on makeshift bar. ‘What were you drinking?’

She following him slowly to the table, and stared at the bottles.

‘That one,’ she said, pointing to the cream-colored label. Her bare arm touched his as she did, and the faint brush of contact made her tingle all over.

With a start Noah turned to her at the touch, and promptly spilled the wine down the front of her dress.

‘I’m sorry Regina,’ he said, looking nervous and much the same way that she felt when she was around with him.

‘It’s nothing; afterall it’s usually me spilling things or being awkward around you…’ She looked up at him, and was surprised that he looked down at her confused. ‘I always seem to be a disaster about you…’ she explained.

‘You always seem fine to me,’ Noah dabbed her throat with a napkin from the bar.

The tips of his fingers on her throat made her tingle all the more.

Regina stared at him, and he began to dab the napkin lower, just at the hollow of her throat. She watched him silently as her chest heaved, and she felt as if she was transported to a romance novel, the type her music always reminded her of. A nervous smiled crossed her lips. She had always known that she had a small crush on Noah, but with him in front of her as close as this, she knew that it was not small at all.

He handed her the napkin, and moved back. Regina moved forward with him.

‘You were amazing tonight—as always,’ he said.

‘Thank you, you too…’
He picked up the wine again, and refilled her a glass. With a delay, Regina dabbed at the drops of wine on her luckily black dress. The sweet scent of the wine was high; since they had both had accidentally bathed in it.

They were alone in the middle of the atrium, and it was very clear that Noah was aware of it too. She took a sip of wine.

‘This is good,’ Noah looked at her, and raised his glass.

Regina nodded.

He put down his glass suddenly.

‘I have such a crush on you Regina, I don’t even want to drink any more wine before I do or say something stupid.’

Regina finished her glass like a shot.

‘Like what? Spill more wine on me?’
They both laughed.

‘I always wanted to hang out with you, but you always seemed to avoid me and now we are here and I don’t know what to say.’
Suddenly there was the sound of a violin, a cello—a string quartet.

Their fellow musicians had filled the room.

‘Dance with her!’ they cried.

Noah laughed, and stepped back to bow to her.

‘May I?’ he offered his right hand.
Regina pressed her hand still damp with red wine, to her chest, and nodded.

Keeping a polite, almost prudish distance from her, Noah put his hand on the small of her back. She looked up into his eyes and saw a playful smile Regina moved in closer, but Noah kept a distance between them. A bit confused, she looked down and then immediately realized why.

She felt a flush of warmth travel the entirety of her body when she realized her being close to him had made him hard, yet the feeling was also a combination of pride and protectiveness of him. She stayed in front of him, and prevented the others from seeing his condition as the crescendo peaked.

The music stopped, and there was applause. Regina turned on a pivot to face them, keeping Noah’s crotch covered.

‘Okay you guys, thanks for the serenade, but give us a moment.’

‘Regina and Noah sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S…’ the cellist sang, as he left the atrium with the others.

The singsong rhyme echoed in Regina’s head as the atrium emptie. Noah spun her around to face him with ease. His dark eyes glowed, as he looked down at her. When she moved closer to him this time, he pulled her close and she felt what she had been hiding from the others.

But not from herself.

His lips were wine stained and soft on hers, and his breath sweet. He held her long hair in his fist, and tugged softly as he kissed her temple and then her mouth again.

Regina was drunk on the scent of wine and his kisses. His body was hard under her fingers, as if he were an athlete and not a musician.

He swung her around so that she was parallel to one of the more expensive paintings on the wall, so close that she was afraid they were going to knock it from its hook. But the torrent of their desire streamed alongside the painting, and it was undisturbed. Unlike them.

As they danced, she teased him with closeness, him panting and pulling at her skirt with an eager desire. Regina felt electric with excitement at his expression of lust, and finally, she stopped her steps and threw her arms around his neck, her hair wild about her shoulders. Noah held her hair again tightly in his fists, kissing her neck with a passion that might as well have set her on fire; the touch of his lips was like a direct line to her clit.

‘Regina…’ he started, when he lifted his lips from her neck.

‘Regina, do you want a ride?’ The voice of her friend Kay echoed from below.

‘I’ll give Regina a ride…’ Noah offered quickly. His words were more powerful than the crescendo of any music she had played or heard that night, and offered an even more delicious rush as she took his hand and followed him out of the room, and into the night.


brother and his younger sister

 brother and his younger sister
A story of the tensions between a brother and his younger sister.

My name is Rich, I am 44 and the eldest of three children. I have two sisters, one is about two years youger than me, her name is Sherri, the other is about 4 years younger. Ever since I could remember there had been a subtle tension between me and the younger of my two sisters. Her name is Gina, she is smart, pretty and had learned very early on how to get her way and stay out of trouble. She was a master at manipulating our parents so that she always seemed to get away with anything she did while my other sister and I were always in trouble with them. I had always resented this when we were young and had not been close to her because of this.

Things started to change after my parents separated and my dad left home when I was 16 and Gina was 12. My mother then had to take a full time job to pay the household bills and support her three children. This turn of events had left Gina with no one to manipulate, no one to turn to when she wanted something. She tried to work her manipulations on mom when she was home from work but mom was too tired to deal with it and shut her out for the most part. She then turned to Sherri for attention but she didn't have anything to offer so she finally turned to me. I at least had a car and a job so I had something she wanted, money and a ride. Only thing was, I had so much resentment of Gina built up inside that I wasn't falling for any of her crap.

Gina was getting a little desperate as time went on, she was trying anything she could to get me to come around to her way of thinking. About the time she turned thirteen her body started to develop very quickly. Seemed to me like overnight she had grown some very large tits and her hips and ass started becoming more round and full. This is when she discovered her ultimate power over men, me included. She noticed me watching her when she walked around the house. She started wearing more revealing clothing or no clothing, just her bra and panties or a skimpy bikini.

The summer after she had turned 14 and I was about to turn 18 she really started to pour it on. I was sitting in the family room watching TV when she came in wearing some very short terry cloth shorts and a tube top. She walked up in front of me, standing between me and the TV, with her hips thrust out at me. I looked up at her with an annoyed look on my face and told her, "You make a better door than a window, get out of my way so I can see the TV."

"Rich, I just wanted to show you my new shorts that I got to wear over my swim suit. Just feel how soft they are!" she said.

"I don't want to feel how soft they are," I said, "Just get out from in front of me so I can see the TV!"

"Oh, come on, just feel them." Gina said, then turned around and stuck her behind in my face and ran her hands over her buns.

"No way I am going to feel your shorts on your ass like that!" I said.

"What, are you afraid to touch me?" Gina said to me, looking over her shoulder.

I was turning red, my dick was starting to swell as she stared at me while continuing to run her hands over her ass cheeks.

"Okay, fine. We'll just do it this way." Gina said.

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. She then bent over and pulled them off her feet and deposited them in my lap. She stood in front of me in just her bikini bottoms and tube top that barely restrained her tits waiting for me to feel her shorts. I picked up the shorts and threw them behind me over my head towards the hallway. She just glared at me and then turned and stormed out of the room stopping to pick the shorts up while muttering to herself, "He wouldn't even feel them..."

A while later, as I was walking to my room, I heard the shower running. As I turned the corner in the hallway towards my room I saw the bathroom door was open and Gina was standing there naked. I almost tripped over my own feet as I suddenly stopped and looked at her. Gina heard me and turned and looked at me for a second and then slowly closed the door. I hadn't seen her naked since she was about five years old, now at fourteen she was so gorgeous. My dick was so hard that she could have had anything she wanted from me at that moment. I rushed into my room and closed the door, lay down on the bed and pulled my dick out of my pants and stroked myself to a quick orgasm, my cum squirting all over my chest and belly.

It's strange, from that point on, my relationship with Gina changed. We were actually becoming more friendly with each other even though she did like to tease me with glimpses of her body from time to time. She stopped being so self-centered and bitchy. She also had her first boyfriend and I think she had also lost her virginity to him. Things settled down between us with only the occasional brother and sister types of disagreements.

A few years later when Gina was eighteen and I was twenty-two, my mother got a new job in a town about fifty miles away and my sister Sherri decided to move there with mom. Gina didn't want to move away from her friends and I wasn't going to move away from my friends or job so we decided to get an apartment and share it. This arrangement worked out well for both of us and we became even closer. Gina and I were pretty liberal with our dress around the apartment, often walking from one or the others bedroom to the bathroom in our underwear or just wrapped in a towel.

Then it happened.

I woke up early one morning with a piss hard-on and rolled out of bed and headed sleepily to the bathroom. Without paying any attention to the fact that there was light coming from under the door I opened it and walked in. Gina was standing naked at the sink looking at herself in the mirror.

"Oh shit Gina!" I exclaimed, "I'm sorry, didn't realize you were in here. I just have to pee really bad."

Gina just looked at me and smiled, "It's okay, come on in and pee."

She didn't seem to have any problem with me seeing her naked or being in the bathroom with her while I pissed. I was a little shocked at her ease with this but also a little excited, my dick still hard as a rock and pushing out my shorts.

"You sure?" I said, "I mean, I can wait till you're finished."

"No problem." Gina said, "If you don't want to pee in front of me I will leave for a minute, it won't bother me but it looks to me like you are desperate to relieve yourself."

I just shrugged my shoulders and moved over to the toilet and fished my dick out of the top of my shorts and tried to push it down to aim at the bowl.

Gina watched and said, "Nice hard dick you have there Rich, but it looks like you will play hell getting it pointed down enough to hit the toilet bowl with your pee."

"You standing there naked, watching me, isn't helping any." I said.

Gina just smiled and moved over behind me and with her tits pressed to my back she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and pushed them down to the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to help you with your problem." She said, as she took me by the hand and led me into the shower.

Intrigued, I went along and stepped into the shower with her. She stood in front of me looking down at my hard dick.

"Okay," she said, "Go ahead and let it go."

"What?" I said with a bit of hesitation. "You want me to pee on you?"

"Yeah, I want you to pee on me. I have always wanted to try this and it will keep you from making a mess on the floor. It really excites me to think about trying this!" she said with a big grin on her face.

Wow, here I was, standing naked in the shower with my naked sister, who I had all this history of tension with, and now our first real sexual contact with each other and she was asking me to get into some water sports with her. I think if my dick throbbed any harder it would explode!

"Come on, just concentrate a little, relax a little, and let it go." Gina said as she sat back on the shower seat.

I was so excited I was having trouble letting go with my pee. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and tried to clear my head. I stood there for a little while and then finally felt a little trickle flow out and run down my dick and over my balls. Then a flood of pee came flowing out and shot all over Gina's tits and belly and ran down over her pussy. Gina jumped a bit as the pee first hit her and then groaned as it flowed over her. She reached down and rubbed her clit as I aimed the flow right at her pussy. The pee splashed over her hands as she worked her clit until she spasmed in a strong orgasm.

"Ohhhh, I'm cumming so hard!" Gina screamed as she writhed around in the seat.

After a bit my pee quit flowing and I shook the last few drops off the end of my dick. I turned and reached for the shower faucet and cranked it on. The cold first bit of water caused me to jump. I took the hand-held shower head and pointed it down until the water warmed up a bit. Gina stood up and wrapped her arms around me pulling me to her, pressing her piss soaked tits into my back and kissed me on my shoulder blade.

"That was the wildest thing I've ever done. I've never cum so hard ever!" Gina moaned in my ear.

I hung the shower head back up and adjusted it to spray over us. I then turned to face my sister, wrapped my arms around her, leaned my head down and kissed her passionately. She responded by pushing her tongue into my mouth tangling with my own tongue. I then took the bottle of liquid soap off the shelf and took the top off and poured some of it over Ginas' tits while rubbing it into a lather with my other hand. Her tits felt wonderfully slick in my hands as I continued to kneed them. The soapy lather was running down over her stomach and across her pussy with my hands following the same path. Gina was also busy washing me, working her way down to my dick, stroking it with soapy hands just as I was working my fingers over her clit. Gina and I then moved under the spray of the shower and rinsed the soap off of each other. Gina then slowly dropped down to her knees and took my hard dick into her mouth and started sucking me deep into her throat. Soon I was on the verge of cumming but didn't want to shoot off in her mouth before I had a chance to get my dick in her pussy. I pulled her head off my dick and had her turn around and lean on the shower seat. She did and then spread her legs and arched her back thrusting her pussy back at me.

"Wow, what a beautiful sight." I thought to myself as I got down on my knees behind her.

"Come on Rich, get that big hard dick into my pussy and fuck me as hard as you can. I want to come again but with you inside of me!" Gina growled.

I took my dick in my hand and slid it up and down between her pussy lips and then pressed forward into her opening.

"Oh damn Rich, your cock feels so good in me, filling me so well. Now slam that big boy in and out as hard and fast as you can. Make me cum!" Gina begged.

I didn't need to be asked twice. I pounded in and out of my sisters pussy as hard and fast as I could. As I was doing so, I reached around and cupped her tits in my hands and then pulled and twisted her nipples between my fingers causing her to moan loudly. Gina had one of her hands down at her pussy rubbing her clit and alternately reaching further down to feel my balls. Soon I was close to cumming, I could feel the cum rising from my balls.

I leaned in to Ginas' ear and asked, "Where?"

Immediately understanding, Gina said, "In my pussy, cum in my pussy. It's okay, I'm on the pill."

That word from her sent me over the edge and I started shooting off, deep in my sisters pussy.

Gina said, "I'm almost there, keep going as hard as you can."

I kept slamming my dick into her and soon she was cumming, her juices running down over my dick and balls.

"Yessss! Yessss! Yessss!" Gina screamed.

I stayed inside her, riding out her orgasm. After a while my dick started to soften and slipped out of Ginas' pussy. We both sat up on the shower seat, breathing hard, letting the water from the shower head rinse off the sweat and cum on our bodies. The water felt good cascading over us as we sat there in the afterglow of the sex we just shared.

"Will we ever do this again?" I asked.

"Ever, is a long time. Who knows what may happen." Gina replied with a grin on her face.


MTSW - Mother Teacher, Sister Whore

MTSW - Mother Teacher, Sister Whore
My name is Jason and I am average in nearly every aspect you can imagine. My height is average, maybe slowly above, have short brown hair and brown eyes and though I am quite strong and muscular I am not ripped. I am an average student and average at sports. The only thing I am above average is having sex, thanks to lots of practice. At the moment I am 21 years old and studying at University.

Anyway the events I am going to tell you about took place a few years earlier when I was still going to high school. I was living in a small city in an average house together with my mom and my sister. My dad had died a few years ago and since then I was the only man in the house, which was quite a challenge from time to time. My sister Alex was one and a half years older than me and was going to high school as well, where she was a senior. My mother worked as a teacher and since we lived in a small city that had only one high school the three of us were going to the same high school every day.

You may think I was the lucky guy to always have good grades and never get into any trouble. I have to tell you, this is far from truth. Of course I never had my mother as a teacher – so no good grades without any work for me. In additional my mother always immediately knew when I was in trouble for not bringing my homework or being cheeky, which meant double the trouble – immediately. Also I always had to hear from my friends that my mom hade quite the looks and was the hottest teacher at school.

At this point I have to tell you that my mom was in fact really good looking. She was quite tall and slender but had some curves at the right places. She had a tight butt and some awesome DD breasts. You could tell all that by simply looking at her because she always wore tight skirts with low cut blouses. Also her short brown hair and reading glasses which she wore most of the time gave her a sassy impression. Though my friends got on my nerves by telling me how hot my mom was I have to admit now they were absolutely right.

Since I hit puberty and got interested in girls I started to look at my mother in a different way. I sometimes spied after her and tried to get a look at her while she was changing or taking a shower. Sometimes I got lucky and afterwards I masturbated to these images. I even thought of her some times when I had sex with one of the girlfriends I had over the years.

But I never really admitted it to myself. I always told myself that I was just coincidently walking by my mother’s door when she was undressing and that I only picked up her sexy underwear, that she had forgotten in the bathroom, to put it in the laundry. It went so far that while masturbating I told myself I was only thinking of a woman that looked just very similar to her.

Now that I think about it I lied to myself quite a lot. But let me get on with my story…

The events I wanted to tell you about started the Friday I forgot my laptop at school. Ooooh he forgot his laptop that sounds exciting, I hear you say, but you have to know it only was the first link of a long chain of coincidents. So let’s get back to the story. I hated the idea of spending the whole weekend without my laptop as I had all my school stuff on it and let’s admit it I would have no excess the internet and mostly important to porn. So I went back into the building. One minute later and I would have stood in front of closed doors but the cleaning lady had not locked them yet. I went up the stairs to my locker and got my laptop. As I put it into my backpack I was quite relived. Just when I wanted to make my way home I heard a quiet noise. At first I thought I had imagined it, but then I heard it again. It was a soft moan.

I walked down the corridor and as I went further the noises got louder. Finally I halted in front of a door that led to an ordinary classroom. It was left ajar so that you could look inside. I took a glance and could not believe what I saw. I needed a moment to realise what was happening. There on the teacher’s table was my mother lying on her back with her skirt pulled up and her blouse unbuttoned. Her breasts were heaving up and down and she was moaning as she was fucked by a student. Her legs – which ended in red high heels – were crossed behind his back so she could push him into her even harder. I only saw his back, but he was older than me, maybe a year above me. She had her eyes closed and moved rhythmically as his dick went in and out fucking her hard. Can you believe it? I just stood there and watched my mother getting fucked by some guy. It was like my own personal porno. And damn it was a hot one. As if I was in a trance my hand wandered down and grabbed for my already hard dick. I slowly opened my pants, got my rock hard feller out and started stroking it while my mother and her lover were moaning in pleasure.

I lost my track of time. It was only me jerking off and those two fucking like bunnies. I was completely in my own world. Suddenly I lost my balance. While wavering around I touched the door which swung open a bit and made a quiet creak. My heart stood still and I stood there frozen. He seemed to have not heard anything, but my mother opened her eyes and moved her head slowly in my direction. As she saw me I thought she would jump up and scream. But she just smiled at me and closed her eyes again while starting to moan even louder.

I knew it was time to go but I just stood there and kept on masturbating. Now that the door was further open I had an even better view. Every now and then my mother discretely looked into my direction while fucking him and smiled – or was it some kind of devilish grin? I cannot say. Finally she gave the guy a sign to stop for a moment and sat up. She pulled his shiny wet dick out of her. After climbing down from the table she got on her knees and started to suck his pulsing cock greedily. She positioned herself so that she could look me in the eyes the whole time. I had never experienced anything that hot before. Finally she had him put his dick between her wonderful tits. This was a fantasy I had had for so long I could not remember. Every time his dick went up there was her eagerly waiting tong to lick it. I felt that I could stand this horny performance not much longer. Pressure was building up inside my balls. I quickly took a tissue out of my backpack and finally exploded into it. My mother’s eyes widened as she saw that. I could not remember the last time I jerked out such a lot of sperm. The guy fucking my mom reached his climax as well and his juices spilled all over my mother’s face and tits who tried to catch as much as possible with her mouth.

I quickly picked up my backpack and as my mom licked his penis clean I quietly got away. Quickly I went down the corridor and threw the fully soaked tissue into a bin. I went down the stairs and through the front door which was locked by now but flung open thanks to the firefighting standards. Outside I took a breath of fresh air. I could not believe what had just happened.


When I got home I directly went to my room. On my way I heard my sister shouting at her phone. She had troubles with her boyfriend like she had 24/7. In my room I laid down on my bed and in my mind there was the scenery I had seen in my school today. I could not stop thinking about my mum having sex with this guy. Who was he? I could not remember seeing him before. Maybe it was because I only saw his back. Also there was quite a resemblance to me. He was an average guy like me with nearly the same built. His hair was brown and short just as mine, a bit darker maybe. Or was I just making that up because I wanted to be in his place?

Hours passed by as I lay on my bed and thought about today’s events. The sun was already going down when I heard the front door slam. This had to be my mom. I suddenly got a bit nervous. Somehow I had managed to avoid thinking about the future. What would happen now? Would she speak about it? Should I bring up the topic? Would we just act like nothing happened at all? And how would or relationship go on? I had been always close to my mom, was that over now? I knew she was having sex with students and she knew that I was at least in some way lusting after her.

I was quite worried as you can see. But for the moment my fear was not relevant. I could hear that she was going directly to her room. I was relived.

I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke an hour later my mom was sitting on the corner of my bed. I was a bit confused at first but then everything came back to my mind and I have to say I nearly shit my pants. She just sat there and stared at me with her dark green eyes. She had changed from the business like teacher outfit to a more casual yet sexy one: a blue skinny fitting low cut t-shirt that showed a lot of cleavage and stretched around her wonderful boobs pared with very tight grey yoga panties. She was barefoot so you could see her painted toenails that matched her green fingernails. I sat up and I think I saw her smirk a little as she began to speak: “Jason we have to talk.” Oh good this is Going to be tough, I thought. “Since your father passed away I felt quite lonely. Not that I was really lonely, I always had you and your sister, but in a different way. I missed your father. Not only his person, but also certain habits we had, you know? We had a very active sex life and when he suddenly died I was not used to go so long without sex. I needed to get laid. I was craving for it, you know? And so after a year I could not keep it together and started having affairs with students. I made sure, they were each going on only for a short span of time and that I would not get caught. Although it should have been a temporary solution in the beginning I started to enjoy it more than I should have. I had sex with so many different guys I lost track on counting. I fucked them in nearly every place and position you could imagine. Some had bigger penises, some smaller, some were better, some not that good, some…”

“Mom,” I had the feeling that I had to interrupt her “you don’t have to tell me everything.” Although now I am sorry I cannot tell you any more details.

“Please, Jason you have to listen to me. This is very important”, she said. “Where was I?”

“You were telling me about when you were fucking every guy in school”, I wanted to say but instead said “The affairs, you were telling me abut he affairs.”

“Right”, she said “I was having a lot of sex and it was exciting and awesome, but it was not right in some way. I know it was not right in an ethical way, but I don’t mean that. It was missing something. It was not wholly satisfying. It didn’t have the thrill I had when I was with your father. I was having sex, pretty good sex from time to time, but I was missing something.” She made a short pause as if she was thinking of how to say it. “But today when I saw you as you were watching me fucking this guy and masturbating it was there again. You were on my mind lately a lot. I often had fantasies about you. I don’t know where these fantasies were coming from. I imagined you fucking the shit out of me and me licking your penis. I even spied on you from time to time and tried to catch you masturbating. That’s why I fucked a lot of guys that looked similar to you.” So I was right. “But I didn’t know how to approach you. Fucking a student, yea – but fucking your son? That is something different.” I noticed her slowly coming closer to me. She got on all fours and started crawling up to me giving me a wonderful look into her cleavage. “But now that I know that you are hot for me as well I can’t spot any problem any longer. Can you?”

I had a tent in my pants since I imagined her fucking all those guys at school and since then it had gotten only worse. In the meantime she had come really close so that now we were face to face. She rose to her knees and came even closer so that as I was sitting on the bed with my back against the board my legs were between hers. She looked me deeply in the eyes and there was a very sexy feeling in the air. I can tell you although I was masturbating to her images I had never lusted that much after my mother. Then without a waring she sat down on my crotch slowly rubbing her clit and firm butt on it. She put her hands behind my head and pushed it into her cleavage. While my face was buried in her tits my mother began to moan loudly. Her flesh smelled so good, I nearly passed out. I grabbed her firm butt and pushed it down on my crotch as she continued moving her hips back and forth. With my hands on her ass I could feel that she was wearing only a thong underneath. Her fingers were moving through my hair as she kept on pressing my head into her cleavage. I kissed her tits. Then I moved my hands up and started to massage them as well. My mom let go of my head. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her face. The sight was breath taking. There in front of my eyes lay the most beautiful tits I had ever seen, embedded in a black bra. You could see her hard nipples push through the material by now. My mother saw me staring. “Do you like that?” she asked. I simply nodded my head unable to speak. “So go on and get them. Grab them. Kneed them. They are yours. I am yours. Just take me”, she insisted. I eagerly pushed them out of their cage and did exactly that. They were so nicely shaped and round. As I kneaded them I felt how soft but at the same time firm they were. In the meantime she moved her hands behind her back and opened her bra to let go of it completely. Now there was no holding back. I kissed them, licked with my tongue around her nipples and sucked them into my mouth. I softly bit into her nipple which made her moan loudly and press her crotch on my hard dick even more. “That’s the way mommy likes it”, she moaned.

As I went on playing with her tits and fondling her ass my mother obviously became hornier and hornier. She kept brushing her crotch over my erected dick, that was pressing against the fabric of my trousers and finally she could not wait any longer. “I want to see your dick”, she whispered into my ear. She got down from my lap and sat down next to me. She hunkered over my crotch. With a few quick moves she had unbuttoned and opened my trousers. You could see that she had a lot of practise at this. She put her hand between the waistband of my boxer shorts and my stomach then she slowly moved it forward until she reached my erected penis. A shiver went through my body as her slender cold fingers wrapped around my rock hard warm cock. My mom pushed down my boxers and trousers with one hand, while she guided my dick out into the daylight with the other. Her eyes were glued to it. After a moment of pure silence she started stroking it. Her hand went up and down a few times and she said: “Wow. It has grown quite big, since I saw it the last time. It looks so good. I always wanted to know how it tastes.” With that being said she lowered her face onto it. She kissed it softly and then took it into her mouth. I think there is no need in telling you how awesome it was. My mom’s head bobbed up and down again and again. Every now and then she stopped to lick with her tong around the tip of my cock. Her warm moth and quick tongue felt like heaven. In the meantime my hand wandered down to her crotch and I started to massage her pussy with my fingers. After some time I pushed my hand into my mom’s trousers and started to fuck her wet hole with one finger then went up to two and three. Her moaning increased more and more. Every time I was close to cumming my cunning mom would stop for a few seconds for me to calm down. I thought it could not get better, but man was I wrong.

After a while she raised her head and looked me in the eyes. “Jason, baby I now need your cock in my wet pussy or I am going crazy”, she said in a trembling voice that showed her craving. She rose to her knees and I could see the dark grey stain her juices had created in the crotch area of her yoga pants. She leaned over to give me a deep kiss throughout which I grabbed her boobs again. Seriously I could not get enough of them. Then she lay down on her back and pushed her hips in the air so she could take off her pants. With a quick move she took them off and her thong followed shortly after. She tossed it over to me and I held it to my nose to inhale its fragrant. “Do you like the smell of your mommy?” she asked. I did and also said so. It had a kind of sweet fragrant. My mother got up again and positioned herself over my lap with one leg on either side of me. She grabbed my dick and directed it to her warm and wet pussy. As the tip of my penis touched her lips she let out a moan. She rubbed it on her entrance for some time. Then finally she slowly let herself down and pushed my hard cock into her inch by inch. It was incredible to feel that tight pussy around me. As it was in the whole way my mom paused for a moment and gave me a deep and passionate kiss.

Breaking the kiss she lifted herself up just to let her body fall down on me again. She started slowly but picked up speed quickly. My mom rode my dick like she was crazed, smashing herself into me harder and harder. I had her tits weaving up and down in front of my eyes. She was nearly screaming and as I adjusted my movements to her rhythm she said: “Oh yessss, Jason, this is exactly what mummy needs. Give me that cock of yours. Give me all of it.” I was giving all I could but I had never experienced anything that good and so it was no wonder that I was now reaching my peak. “I’m going to cum mom” I said. “Do it. Come on baby, give it to me. Fill your mom with your wonderful cum” came her answer. And I did. I felt it spurting out of my dick straight into her. Burst after burst erupted into my mother’s pussy. And as I orgasmed I felt her pussy contracting even harder around me as she was reaching her orgasm as well. This made it even better and kept on ejaculating my semen into her womb.

Her movements slowed down until she finally came to a stop. After a short pause she got down from me and we both lay down on our back next to each other still breathing heavily. My hand caressed over her beautiful body and I kept fondling her gorgeously shaped tits. My mom rolled herself to the side and gave me a deep and passionate kiss. The she looked me in the eyes and said: “You know we will be doing this very often from now on.”


My Gf Sister

My Gf Sister
Magnus Meske was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed Scandinavian type living in a small Wisconsin town. His girl friend, Brook Olander, was basically a female version of him. They had been unofficially engaged for about a year but Brook’s strict Lutheran upbringing meant that there was no sex until after marriage and she didn’t want to tie the knot until her older sister did so and that didn’t look very promising. Charise couldn’t even keep a boyfriend never mind marry one.

He really loved Brook but he got so frustrated with her attitude that he spent a lot of his time watching porn movies and jerking himself off. Magnus had his own apartment and so he was able to carry on his little pastime without being disturbed. One day however he forgot to lock the door and who should walk in unannounced but Charise.

Shocked, he quickly tucked his dick inside his boxers and tried to play innocent but Charise smiled, sat down beside him on the sofa and turned the TV back on.

“I only came to borrow your paper shredder,” she purred, “But that can wait, I don’t get the opportunity to watch this kind of stuff at our house. Magnus just swallowed hard and didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even want to watch the guy fucking the woman’s ass on the TV anymore. He was just too embarrassed.

“That looks as if it would hurt,” said Charise leaning forward to get the best possible view.

“I’m not sure,” he mummbled, rubbing his face with his hand as if to hide it from her.

“Haven’t you and Brook done it.”

“We haven’t done anything,” he replied, trying to sound shocked by the suggestion.

“Gosh do you mean to say that after all the time you two have being going out together you haven’t fucked my little sister.”

Now he was genuinely shocked as he never expected Charise to use such language.

“Brook wants to remain a virgin until after we’re married.” he said, “So I don’t press her on the issue.”

“So you sit in your underwear and jerk yourself off in front of the TV instead?” she smiled with a twinkle in her eye.

Magnus was struck dumb, he didn’t know what to say.

“Come on – admit it you were buffing your Banana when I came in.”

“I was just examining it for medical purposes.”

“While watching porn?”

Magnus was getting agitated, “Look why don’t we switch off the TV and forget this whole episode happened. I’ll get you your paper shredder and you can go.”

“What if I let you fuck me – would I be welcome to stay then?” she asked.

This time he was really up against the ropes. In one way he wanted the
memory of what had transpired erased but the idea of fucking Brook’s older, an incredibly gorgeous sister, was beginning to gain appeal.

The woman on the TV was now sucking the man’s cock as if she hadn’t eaten for weeks. Charise put her hand where she could see Magnus’s dick bulging and asked if she could suck it for him. He didn’t reply but he raised no objection when her fingers crept inside his flies and produced a prize winning boner.

When she bent over and slid it between her lips he sat bold upright, “OMG,” he cried out, “That feels so good.”

Charise absorbed as much of it in her mouth as she could and then withdrew it, his body shook violently until she dived on it again and this time she sucked and worked it with her long fingers until he was gasping for breath. Magnus could feel his balls begin to tingle and his sperm start the journey upward.

“I’m cumming,” he cried, half expecting her to jerk the rest of it out like they do on porn shows – but she didn’t – she swallowed the whole lot.

He leaned back on the sofa and tried to get his breath back as the man on the TV was diving into his partners muff. Charise stood up and just started to strip, throwing her clothes all around the room yelling, “Yippee – it’s mine turn.”

Magnus was now getting into the swing of things and he too took off his duds and threw to the wind – so to speak. Then he grabbed Charise and laid her down on the sofa, placed his face between her legs and parting the petals of her flower with his fingers he just looked at it. Even though it was not shaved like the woman on TV he thought it was still a thing of beauty.

When his tongue touched the edges of her lips she gasped and lifted her legs so he could bury his face deep into her muff. Her head was still turned so that she could see the woman on TV being licked out as well, this seemed to make her need to cum more urgent. When the woman groaned Charise groaned, and this seemed to drive Magnus into a tongue flicking frenzy.

Her ass was squirming all over the place and she began to scream as she had an extreme orgasm that shook every part of her body and made vagina vibrate and ooze cum. While she was still trembling he moved up her body so that he could suck the hardened nipples on her big round tits and then he slipped his dick into her hot wet groove as the man on TV was cumming all over the woman’s face.

When Charise felt the width of his manhood widen the entrance to her pussy she clung on to him digging her nails into his back. Magnus, normally a gentle type of guy, despite his size, became like a wild animal. There was now a new couple on the TV screen and although he couldn’t see them he could hear the sounds of their bodies colliding and slapping against each other.

These sounds and the sight of Charise’s tits moving to and fro like two jelly molds made him ram into her cunt with powerful strokes and as the speed of his thrusts increased she began to yell ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” over and over again.

When Magnus felt his cum moving up his tubes he increased the pace even more and she was going frantic, throwing her arms around and screwing up her face as though she was in pain. As he shot his load deep inside of her she screamed and clung onto him so tight he made it difficult to make those final thrusts to milk every single drop left in his dick.

Charise really couldn’t believe that this 25 year old man had never fucked a woman before, she herself had been poked on many occasions but she’d never experienced what she’d had with Magnus. As they sat and relaxed and watched more people fucking each others brains out on the TV she came up with a rather original idea.

“You say that Brook doesn’t want to get married until I’ve tied the knot,” she began. Magnus just nodded his agreement, “So why don’t I marry you – you can fuck me all through our engagement – official or unofficial and so everyone will be happy.”

“But will Brook be happy?”

“Of course she will – I’m going to let her be a bridesmaid.” she said, as she slipped her hand in his boxers and started to jerk him off.

Magnus closed his eyes and managed to stammer, “What – ever – you – SAAAAAY – CHARISE!!”


The cosplay

The cosplay
Madeline Hemming was one of Dr. Lowenstein's latest patients. She was an upperclasswoman, a junior, 20 years old, in her third year at Templeton College, and she had finally decided to do something about her problem; her secret problem. She lied down on the doctor's couch.

Dr. Lowenstein spent the initial part of their first session gathering basic history, and then asked why Madeline had come for treatment. The doctor had already read the intake forms that Madeline had completed, but it was always best to have the patient describe the problem for himself, or herself.

Madeline explained that she loved to play dress-up as a little girl. It was one of her favorite games. The princess costume was perhaps the one she liked the most. What girl doesn't like being a princess? But, she liked them all: prom queen, fairy, bride, angel, teen disco girl. Her Barbie costume was a close second to the princess costume. She really did like playing Barbie, as she could pretend that the real Barbie doll was her little sister and they would go out shopping together for, of course, new outfits. She really admired Barbie so much, as she had so many, many, many different outfits. There was her silver dress, her tangerine Oscar dress, her Barbie darling dress, her contest winner dress, her waltzing dress, her golden girl dress, her rose dress, her silver star dress, her shimmering gown dress, her sleek and dazzling dress, her belly dress, her sophisticated dress, her summer dress, her wonderful white dress, her falling leaves dress, her pink silk dress, and her designer evening gown dress. It just never seemed to end. She particularly liked Barbie's pink and pretty dress. She sometimes went to sleep dreaming that she could grow up to become a Barbie doll.

Well, it wasn't surprising that her interest in costumes continued into adulthood, albeit transformed. Being an adult provided another layer of complexity, or more accurately, pleasure, to her interest in costumes. It was like the child who loved puppies becoming a veterinarian. Well, it wasn't quite like that. For Madeline, the outfits now had a degree of sexual undertone to them. Actually, they had a substantial degree of overtone. Madeline really loved cosplay, dressing up in a costume that defined a specific role, and then going out in public and playing that role, seeing if you could get away with it, not get caught, as you pushed the limits of the role into some form of sexual indiscretion. One might even say that she was obsessed with it.

Madeline in fact chose Templeton College largely because everyone came to class wearing a costume. The college administration called it a uniform, but it was pretty close to her own school girl costume: white blouse, black tie, plaid skirt, white socks, black Mary Janes, and even white cotton panties. She thought the white cotton panties was a really dedicated, authentic touch, the sort of special detail that she gave to her own costumes. Nobody was supposed to see your panties, yet the administration saw fit to have each girl wear white cotton panties. She was impressed.

She thought now though of transferring. She had been attracted to Templeton in large part because the college seemed to embrace cosplay. But, it wasn't too long before she realized that it wasn't that much fun wearing the same darned costume day after day after day after day.

More importantly, her cosplay was becoming a bit of a risky problem in life. She explained why to Dr. Lowenstein.

"Doctor, this is all confidential, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, dear, very much so. I would only break confidentiality if someone was in imminent danger of injury or death."

It wasn't that Madeline found her admission to be particularly embarrassing. She wasn't at all ashamed about what she did. Her concerns were more immediate and practical. "So, like, um, if I admitted to breaking a law, or something, not that I would. I'm just askin' hypothetically like, you know. If I admitted to doing something illegal, you know, you wouldn't call the police?"

"I wouldn't. In fact, even if I wanted to do that, which I wouldn't, I would risk losing my license. You could get me into trouble."

That was reassuring. She did though still look around the room, as if there might in fact be someone there. Once fully reassured, she began her story.

Cosplay was not an easy fetish, or game, as Madeline preferred to describe it. First, it took a good amount of work and skill to create a good costume, as well as a few pennies. One wanted, of course, a costume that would be fun and sexy to wear, as well as to see. Madeline was more than willing to put in the work. She felt considerable pride in creating a good costume. She was an artist of fashion. The pennies (more like dollars) were a problem, but she would usually manage to scrape together the necessary bits and parts by scouring reclamation stores.

Cosplay also required a bit of acting skill, and a substantial amount of planning and preparation, as well as courage and daring. One could at times go in blind to a new site and target, particularly if one wanted to experience novel and idiosyncratic shifts in the game. But, this could also be rather reckless. Cosplay was inherently risky because there was always the danger of getting caught and exposed, and some cosplays would be considerably costly if the deception was discovered. Dressing up in costumes had been fun as a child, but the risk in going out into the world in costume contributed to its fun as an adult. All of this: the skills, the acting, the adventure, and the danger, was what made it so satisfying, so enriching.


Madeline first told the doctor of a cosplay involving one of the more traditional costumes: the cheerleader. She decided it was best to begin her story with a costume that wasn't really so bad or risky.

It is not difficult, of course, to obtain a cheerleading costume. Madeline though needed one that would pass as a Templeton cheerleader, and the college didn't simply offer these uniforms at the local bookstore. An official uniform had to be ordered through a licensed distributor that carefully screened all purchases for official authorization.

Madeline was eventually able to garner all of the necessary components from various sources, some of which were, let's just say, less than exactly sanctioned. It was, though, an indiscretion that she felt should be excusable. She wasn't planning on using her uniform for any destructive, harmful, or exploitative purposes. Well, that wasn't entirely true, depending upon how one understood the word, "exploitation." The risk, though, was part of the excitement, an integral part, going out into the world dressed in your costume, pretending to be someone you're not, enjoying the fruits of that role, and escaping detection. It was often really very exciting.

When leaving her apartment she would usually wear a large coat over her costume. A cheerleading costume would not arouse much suspicion among her neighbors, but she didn't want them to ask her about it, and she certainly didn't want them to eventually realize that she was leaving her apartment in various costumes. That would suspicion, and inquiry.

She drove to her location. Madeline had carefully investigated and scouted her site in advance. There was no physical or legal danger with this particular cosplay but there was appreciable risk with respect to her status as a Templeton student, and certainly with respect to her relationship with her parents. They would probably never understand her interest, her obsession, in cosplay.

Once she arrived at her destination she parked her car, removed her coat, and entered the Templeton Athletic Center.

The athletic center actually included only a few locations for athletic activities. There were a few handball courts, a work-out room, and an undersized basketball court. It was primarily a set of offices for various coaches, managers, staff, and assistants. Madeline attracted little attention as she wandered through the halls in her Templeton cheerleading uniform, other than the usual "smiles" from men who appreciated her school spirit, and striking figure. Cheerleaders were one of the few students allowed to wear something other than the Templeton uniform on campus. It was an exception that nobody protested, particularly the male faculty.

Madeline filled out a cheerleading uniform extremely well. She was a rather petite girl, always a plus for a cheerleader who needs to be tossed high into the air. But, she was disproportionately large "on top;" in fact, very much so, which was another very nice attribute for a cheerleader, so she felt. At least, she certainly filled out well her white sweater with the school nickname, "PURITANS," blazoned across her chest in large red lettering. The letters stretched and curved across her thrusting breasts, as the sweater was filled beyond capacity.

The particular risk at this moment was coming across an actual cheerleader, or someone who knew the squad. She was not, though, too worried. She had conducted a few trial runs, and not once had she come across a cheerleader on this side of the athletic center. In fact, a number of persons greeted her with smiles. She would wave back with one of her red pompoms, give them a big large smile, along with a very cheery greeting. Her heart though was racing at the thought of getting caught. She felt like she was some sort of spy, working undercover, infiltrating an enemy organization. She so much enjoyed cosplay.

It did not take long for her to get to her final destination, the office of Jackson Jones or, he preferred, Jack. She knocked on the door.

"Yes, come in."

She took a deep breath and began her play.

She opened his office door part way and peeked around. "Mr. Jones?"

"Yes?" Jack replied. Jackson Jones was a junior assistant to the football coach. He was in charge of securing tapes of the games of opposing teams, and then editing them to highlight particular plays and players. It was pretty important work, although at times tedious.

The pretty girl peeking around his door asked, "Do you have a moment for me, sir?"

He really didn't. Well, actually, he did. Nobody is really that busy at Templeton. It wasn't like they were at Longwood. But the Coach did want an edited tape of Longwood's last game. Templeton had not been able to beat Longwood for sometime now, and rumor had it that the Coach would be looking for a job if he couldn't beat them at least once. Still, it wasn't like Jackson was on the verge of discovering the cure for cancer. He could free up a minute or two for a student. And, besides, this one was rather pretty. She had long dark hair, very large, twinkling brown eyes, and an engagingly cheerful smile. He could use a break from the drudgery of reviewing and editing tapes, and a brief moment with a pretty undergraduate never did hurt. "Sure, sure, come on in."

"You're so cool, Mr. Jones," she gleefully and gratefully replied, and pranced into his office.

As soon as she entered, Mr. Jones was glad that he had decided to see her, as she was a sight to see indeed. She was a cheerleader, and a very enticing one at that. She was a pretty little minx, and one with such large tits that quite noticeably jiggled as she almost leaped into his office. Cheerleaders were known for being amazingly exuberant, energetic, and enthusiastic, and this one was certainly no exception. All of the teeth showed with her smile, and her breasts just seemed to be bounce and bobble with enthusiasm, like they were wiggling with excitement.

She went right up to him, shifted the pompoms and her purse into her left hand, and held out her right. "Mr. Jones! Hello! I'm Diane, Diane Weston."

They shook hands. Her eyes were firmly fixed on his. His were trying hard not to look down at what was wiggling beneath her eyes.

"I'm so grateful for this opportunity! I know how busy you are and everything, like I don't want to bother you or nothing, it's just that I really, really, really need to talk to you and everything, and so, well, I just had to come over, and so, well, here I am!"

He had no idea what a cheerleader could possibly want to talk to him about. He had nothing to do with the cheerleaders, regrettably so. "Yes, well, it's nice of you to stop by, naturally, but I'm not sure what it is you want, of me."

"Oh yes! Of course! How silly, how just so stupid of me." She shifted one of the pom poms back to her right hand. "I'm such a ditz! I'm so, so sorry. Yes, how would you know? Let me explain."

It wasn't like he was trying to stop her from explaining. He waved his hand for her to get on with it.

She laid down her pompoms and explained her predicament, all the while fixing and fussing with her hair, pulling her long brown strands back over one ear, as she tilted and turned her head, giving him different looks, different poses, all of which seemed a bit flirtatious. It was like she just couldn't get her hair in the precise way she wanted it, due in large part to her continuously tilting and tipping her head, causing her hair to again fall back over her face. He wondered if all this self-conscious energy was nervousness or just a way to draw attention to her hair, her face, her eyes, her prettiness. "Oh yes, yes, thank you. Well, you see, sir. I'm not actually a cheerleader. I mean, I was in high school, but not here, not yet."

Well, she sure looked like a Templeton cheerleader. She was wearing a Templeton cheerleader sweater, and the traditional pleated skirt, with the red and white alternating stripes, white socks, and white tennis shoes.

"I know I look like one. Don't you think I look good?" She dropped her purse, picked up the pompoms and gave him a little pose, holding the pompoms high above her head, and thrusting out her chest.

Did cheerleaders really know how sexy they looked? Of course they must. But, it was a bit of a loaded question. She did look extremely nice. He just didn't want to explain why. He nodded his head.

"Don't you think I would make a good cheerleader? I think so. I mean, I would look really good as one, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, I do." He was a bit confused. If she was not a cheerleader, what was she doing in a cheerleading uniform?

She smiled broadly, like she was so, so glad, so relieved, to hear him say that. "Oh, I think so too! Everyone says I have good milkshake. I knew it was the right thing to come to you."

He still didn't understand, and he certainly had no idea what she meant by 'milkshake,' but he couldn't help but wonder if she was referring to her big tits. What could he possibly offer this girl? "Yes, well, um, what can I do for you?"

"Oh Mr. Jones! Don't be so silly. You know," she asserted.

He certainly did not know, that was why he was asking her.

"I'm trying out for the squad, and I just wanted to come, like, and talk to you about it, you know." She said, more quietly, "Personally, and everything."

"Um, yea, okay," he replied. He was of course quite willing to talk to students about their concerns and problems, but only the football players actually ever did approach him. He did wonder, though, what she meant by "personally?"

"I'll be happy to talk to you." Even if she made no sense, he would have to enjoy talking to a cheerleader, particularly one with breasts as big, beautiful and bouncy as these. It wasn't right, of course, to give preferential time and treatment to students simply because they were pretty girls with large boobs, but you couldn't deny the pleasure of their company. And it wasn't like he was setting a precedent he couldn't subsequently follow. He'd be happy to help any cheerleader.

"Cool! You see, Mr. Jones, I really, really, really want to be a cheerleader and I thought that it wouldn't hurt if I talk to you about it, and like maybe you could put in a good word for me, or something, you know."

Now he understood. She apparently thought that because he was affiliated with the football team he might have some connections with the cheerleader squad. He wasn't really sure why she would make such a connection, and he seriously doubted that any good word from him would be at all helpful. Heck, he didn't even know to whom he should speak. He could find out, but even if he did, why would they care what he had to say? He was an assistant coach, with no actual authority or influence over anyone, even the football players. His authority went no further than obtaining and editing game tapes.

"I mean, like, you're in the football program, and everything. They'll listen to you."

"Well, I don't really know about that."

"Don't be so modest, sir," Madeline replied, stepping up even closer to him and resting a petite, soft, feminine hand on his shoulder, her breasts towering before his eyes. "You're a coach on the football team. They'll have to listen to you."

He wondered if he should disavow her of this misunderstanding, but how often does an attractive girl, and one with big tits, tell you how big and important you are. It was nice to finally have someone think he was consequential, significant, a man with important connections. He just shrugged.

"For sure, Mr. Jones. Here, let me show you." Madeline stepped back to demonstrate her cheerleading skills.

She dropped her pompoms and said, "Clap your hands!" She clapped three times.

"Stomp your feet!" She stopped her left, her right, and then her left foot again. It wasn't much of a cheer, but those breasts were really bouncing around under her sweater. He seriously questioned whether she was even wearing a brassiere. But, how could you have breasts that large and not wear a brassiere?

She picked up the pompoms and alternately thrust out each one, at each syllable, saying, "Puritans can't be beat!"

Her bounding bouncing breasts bobbled around, kind of following the lead of the pompoms, but adding their own fascinating twists, wobbles, and wiggles, like they had a life of their own. His dick twitched instinctively.

She yelled while dropping down on one knee. "Go red, go white!" There was again more bouncing and bobbling. Jack had to wonder if the cheer was designed to bring her breasts expressively into the routine, highlighting their importance, generating fan spirit.

She added, shifting to the other knee, "Come on team you can do it!"

She leaped back up onto her feet and then went down into splits, her breasts bobbling mightily, "Just put some power to it!"

And, while throwing both hands up in the air, she finished, "Goooooooo Puritans!"

She paused, smiling broadly, her arms still outstretched, her breasts floundering around and then slowly jiggling back into position. She asked, "What do you think? Awesome?"

Actually, he wasn't terribly impressed. Well, that's not true. He was very much impressed with her breasts, and she was certainly very pretty. But, it wasn't a particularly impressive cheer, although he wasn't too sure that any cheer was necessarily that impressive. "Yea, that was good, Diane. It was real good. I think you'd be a real good cheerleader."

His tone lacked any obvious enthusiasm.

"It wasn't very good, was it." She dropped her hands down, although remained in her splits.

"No, no, it was fine. It was good."

"It's because I have brown hair, isn't it," she said, shifting the pompoms into one hand while she self-consciously fingered her long strands, curling them around and around a finger.

"What? No! Not at all!" He was sincere about that. He hadn't thought about the color of her hair at all. Although, now that she brought it up, he did wonder if she would be even prettier if she was a blonde. Blondes do make good cheerleaders.


My Wifes Revenge

My Wifes Revenge
I have always to watch my wife with a black man.
She has always resisted my plans to have her bred by a bbc. One night she surprised me with going out to a sex club that we have never visited before. We drive for more than an hr. and arrive to a very full parking lot. We enter and find out since this is our first night there we get in free. I thought this was strange but I went with it, after all I was probably going to get some strange pussy that night. We start to mingle and notice that that crowd was made up mostly of black men. We retire to one of the big hot tubs and find ourselves alone for a while. After some time other guests enter and I see her eyes get very big as the bbc men enter the tub. Her nipples get very hard and she says she is ready to get out of the tub. as we leave the room she starts up a conversation with a very athletic black man. To my surprise she wants us to go to a bedroom with him. My cock is straight up at this point as I watch him lead her to a room down the hall. We enter to find a very romantic decorated room. He tells me to sit in the chair in the corner and watch. soon they are naked and her clit is standing tall. At this point three more bbc men enter the room and grab me and tie me to the chair. They all get undressed and join my with in the bed. I am watching my tiny wife in bed with 4 bbc men and soon am given a show beyond belief. They all were sucking her nipples and clit and soon all of them we fucking her little pussy with their giant cocks. I was jerking my cock so hard it was a blur. She took about ten loads of cum in her mouth and pussy that night. As for me I could do was watch and jerk so much my cock was sore. When they had all drained their balls for the night I was untied and led to the bed where I was instructed to clean all the cum from her body, which was extensive. As the men left they room she told me she had planned this just for me but now she knows what she had been missing and from now on this is what a normal date for the two of us is going to be like. Oh happy day. I love my wife.


XXX Family sex story

XXX Family sex story
My name is Don Jacinto today isn't such a great day as it's been exactly three years since the tragic loss of my wife. I haven't been the same since, every day been a blur of mundane activities. Waking up from either a dream or nightmare of her living with Nicolette and me still, or her leaving us her screams from the car accident that took her life still echo in my nightmares. Then I go to the warehouse where I work as a supervisor nothing but mind numbing paperwork and sometimes settling worker disputes. Then coming home to a empty house besides the frequent visit from Nicolette my 20 year old daughter.

She had a scholarship for a prestigious college out of state where once she graduated the world would've been her oyster for her to pluck the pearl of her hard work and success. Instead she chosen to go to attend a local state university only so she can keep on eye on me I think which makes me feel so guilty. She is the mirror image of her mother the light brown hair that frames her round face with oval green eyes and puffy voluptuous lips. The only distinction from her mother is her breast size a cup smaller standing at a 32 C cup and Nicolette braces that shine every time she smiles. Her laugh, smile, and even the way she carries herself reminds me of her mother so it's hurtful to be around her.

I think that's why I encouraged her to live out of the house three years ago and tried to convince her that her mother would've wanted her to pursue her education to the fullest. It was to hard to face Nicolette every day and be physically reminded of my loss the loss the world suffered the day my wife died. I kept moving trying to live on but it was obvious that it effected me even more then what I showed.

That's why Nicolette kept visiting every few days she find a reason to visit me and stay a few days on the anniversary of her mother's death. Just to make sure I don't do anything stupid like I'd done in the past. It's that time again Nicolette should be home by the time I get dropped off by Kelly my best friend and co-worker.

Kelly she was the fist to come to my side on the day of the accident. While I known Kelly for years since senior year in high school I never really appreciated her friendship as much as I did on the weeks following my wife's death. It was Kelly who found me holding a bottle of whisky and half a pill bottle of pain killers spilled next to my bed when she came to check up on me she found my front door wide open went in searching for me. Kelly had a bit of emergency medical training back when she wanted to be a RN but decided to get a office job since it payed better. She quickly turned me to my side shoved three fingers down my throat and made me throw up my concoction of perception pain pills and whiskey that I ingested to just let the screams that still haunted me die out.

I purged myself of all the pills and even some of the alcohol that I swallowed all over the floor and mostly down my shirt. She never told anyone of how she found me only held me tears running down her cheeks and whispering how much of a selfish bastard I am while petting my hair. I never felt so stupid and selfish in my life then that day I'm just glad it was her who found me and not Nicolette. Here I was about to take myself out of this world and leave Kelly and more importantly my daughter Nicolette alone in this world to deal with the pain of losing my wife and Nicolettes mother then add on the loss of her father. Ever since then the thought of suicide hasn't come to my mind much, but Kelly still keeps a close eye on me both at and off work.

Kelly has a husband who doesn't like the fact she sometimes sleeps over on the nights where I have consistent nightmares of my wife's dying screams as she burned alive in the over turned car. I was yards away ejected from the car somehow only getting a broken leg and arm with a lot of cuts and bruises. Kelly didn't care though she still stayed by my side when ever I asked her and sometimes when I don't I'll always love her for that.

The buzzing of my phone on my desk signaled me it's time to leave work again another day pasted by if only today was just any other day. I turned off my laptop and put some papers away before getting my coat and heading to the parking lot to meet Kelly after I punched out my shift. The sky was cloudy and looked like a storm was close so I went to stand by Kelly's car and waited for her where the air smelled fresh just like before a storm. She didn't take long I saw her across the parking lot letting her bright red hair out of her usual ponytail. "Looks ugly outside don't it?" She asked as we both got in her car. "Inside here it looks beautiful." I replied holding Kelly's hand and messaged the space between her fingers with my finger tips.

Kelly blushed a little her pale lightly freckled skin turned a light red hue. "Shut up, you snake charmer." Kelly said playfully slapping my hand away. We often flirted like this to blow off steam nothing really was happening between us, I think.

It was a bit of a ongoing joke really it started off with Kelly telling me she had a fight with her husband over her friendship with me one night a few weeks after my wife's death. The prick doesn't realize I known Kelly for half her life and even introduced them two together back in collage and if I wanted I could've fucked Kelly way before they even got together I probably still can. It started off with innocent complements at work, shared lunch breaks, and light touches after work cuddling on the couch watching American Idol before I sleep and Kelly takes off to go home usually that's as far as me and Kelly took it.

Once we got to my house Kelly gave me a hug pressing her breast into my chest as I wrapped my arm around her neck. My nose tickled her neck as I got a whiff of her perfume that smelled of roses and sunlight if sunlight had a smell. With a friendly kiss goodbye on the cheek I got out the car when Kelly rolled down the passenger window and asked, "Are you going to be ok? I can totally stay over Brad is working late again so it's not problem at all."

"I'll be fine Kelly besides I'm sure Nicolette is already home so we wouldn't be able to have any kinky sexy parties." I said but Kelly could tell it wasn't my usual flirty joking tone and said, "Fine then no sexy parties, but I'll go home shower and come visit you later tonight be back in a wink Ben." Kelly said and drove to her house a few miles away from mine.

I was relieved that Kelly saw threw my brave facade and invited herself to dinner. The sky rang with thunder and Kelly drove off trying to beat the storm that was building up and the clouds got a wicked dark an almost evil shade of grey. I walked up the driveway to the front door opened it and saw the house was clean and smelled of lemon the counters not cluttered with coffee mugs and random junk like they were in the morning. Then I heard a noise coming from upstairs so I went to investigate hoping my cleaning intruder didn't find my private stash of porn dvds. I found my daughter in tight leggings and a white tank top making my bed something I always forget to do in the morning I'm still used to having my wife pick up around the house while I fix the outside every fall and spring.

I snuck up behind her and gave her a hug for a second it felt right her soft body pressed against mine it reminded me of how it felt cuddling my wife after we made love back when we were younger. "Hi daddy, did Kelly drop you off or are you just excited to see me?" Nicolette asked as she felt my dick get harder and press against her lovely bubble cheeks. "Both honey, Kelly coming over for dinner so I'll make something special I think." I said letting go of her soft body letting my fingers trail down the length of her arms.

"Thank you for cleaning up the place I forget how sloppy I can be sometimes." I said noticing how clean and different the house is with a woman's touch. "Of course daddy that's what I'm here for to take care of you." Nicolette said as she turned around and hugged me pressing herself against me taking me by surprise, but I enjoyed her soft hug feeling her full breasts press up on my chest noting she wasn't wearing a bra. Its the random hugs from your child that really make you appreciate them even more. Once she let me go I went to get a change of clothes to shower off the days work off my body and left Nicolette to herself in the room as she continued to fix up the house.

With a clean pair of boxers a long sleeve black shirt and some blue jeans in my arms I went to the shower where I turned on the hot water letting the room steam up quickly. I added a bit of cold water to make the shower more temperate before I step in. Having the warm water run over my body I couldn't help but go back to when I was hugging my daughter from behind in my mind. Her firm rump getting tight around my growing erection it was more like a loving embrace between lovers then a daddy daughter hug I thought to myself.

My cock grew hard again and the temptation to stroke it was to much to overcome so I began to stroke my cock while inadvertently thinking of my daughter and how much I wanted to push her on the bed Nicolettes stomach pressed down as I rip her leggings off and take her from behind forcefully shoving my hard cock into her soft pink folds. Then the thought of Kelly finding me balls deep inside my screaming daughter squealing for me to go harder and faster pounding my cock into her pussy. Kelly looking on at the incestuous act getting wet by the sight and inadvertently rubbing her cunt and pressing her hand into nice D cup breast came to my mind while I stroked myself in the warm water.

I groaned as I came heavily in the shower whispering Nicolette name as I nutted my cum spraying heavily over the floor of the tub. I stepped out the shower quickly felt guilty for the thoughts that seeped into my mind as I showered hoping they would go away as I changed into my clothes after I dried myself with my towel. I came downstairs and found Nicolette reading her tablet probably on Facebook or some other social forum checking up on her friends and world events letting life past in front of her like most young adults do now a days. I went to the kitchen fetched myself a beer and opened the tab taking a sip of the alcoholic can and saw Nicolette body as she layed on her side while skimming down her tablet unaware of my lustful eyes scanning her tight body.

The way her breast rose and fell as she breathed her light skin so tight and youthful. I wanted to fuck her but not think of her as my daughter but think back on the younger days of my wife and mines relationship. Back when we spent most of our free time embracing one another after a round of passionate love making. I shouldn't have these types of thoughts about my daughter, but then again I can't help if she's the spitting image of her mother now can I?

I took another long sip of beer and breathed out a sigh as Nicolette turned her hips showing off her perfect rump to me. I grabbed the remote and turned a on the news on my big screen TV. Hoping the news would keep my mind off my daughter's body while I prepared some chicken for us to eat. Washing the chicken and watching the news I heard about the powerful storm coming it's way to us from the south from the local weather man. It's not unusual to get a storm around this time of year so I didn't think nothing of it and ignored the rest of the news while I focused on the food.

Focused on cooking my dirty and immoral thoughts of my daughter drifted away. The chicken was now frying on the stove and I decided to make a fresh salad while I waited for Kelly to show up maybe if she is around these thoughts can leave my mind. I'll be to busy sucked into one of Kelly's stories from work. I'm not saying she's a gossip but H.R. has a lot of dirt on everyone. Its fun knowing who's fucking with who and watching it explode from a safe distance.

I got a head of lettuce some tomatoes and cheese. I cut the lettuce in half then fourths chopping it into even strips throwing it into a bowl in the sink. I got a tomato and began to cut it when Nicolette called for me. "Daddy have you seen the orange juice?" I turned around and saw her bent over in the fridge her perfect round ass in the air while her head is in the fridge.

I gulped down a dry lump in my throat and stared at her perfect ass a bit too long. "Daddy I can't seem to…oh never mind I see it behind the milk." Nicolette said as she moved the gallon of milk out of the way and got the carton of orange juice out. I absent mindedly brought the knife down on the tomato and cut my finger. "Mother fucking shit!" I screamed as I put my hand in the other side of the sink and ran cold water over the cut. "Oh God daddy did you hurt yourself?" Nicolette came behind me and saw my finger leaking a steady flow of blood into the sink. "Wow it's bad I'll get the first aid."

I silently cursed myself for being such a perve that I didn't pay attention to what I was doing. In a way I guess it's my own fault call it karma I guess. The bleeding slowed down and I got a good look at the cut threw the clear water from the sinks faucet. I thankfully didn't self-amputate my finger just took a bit of flesh off my pointer finger. Then as I saw the flap of skin hang off my finger Nicolette came back from the upstairs bathroom with the first aid case in hand.

"Come here daddy to the table I'll fix you up." Nicolette said to me and I walked to the table my finger held up to slow down the bleeding. "Let me see." Nicolette more dictated then ask as she grabbed my hand looking at the flap of skin hanging from my finger. "Doesn't need stitches thank God. Ok daddy this will hurt some."

Nicolette then digged into the first aid case then pulled out an antiseptic spray bottle. The small bottle of liquid fire was sprayed on my cut making me wince at the pain them she quickly placed a small cotton ball on it pressing it down then wrapping it with a bandaid. "There is that better or do you need a kiss on the cut?" Nicolette teased me I played along though. "Yeah a kiss will fix it all up."

Nicolette smiled at me and leaned in her white tank top slipping down giving me a wonderful look at her cleavage as her lips kissed my finger. I knew she had to see me looking at her breast almost escaping her small tank top. Our eyes met her soft lips still on my finger when she was about to say something a loud crack of thunder rang out.

My heart skipped a beat Nicolette screamed as a flash of lightning shined from the kitchen window as the lights in the house flickered twice then turned off. I digged for my phone turned on my L.E.D. light app and immediately went to turn off the stove. Nicolette was right behind me as I was the only source of light in the whole house. "Daddy it's a blackout what should we do?" Nicolette asked as she tried to look for her phone then realized she left it charging in her room.

"Stay close we will wait it out shouldn't be too long. Its just from the storm I'm sure." I said not to sure as I turned off my light and searched my phone looking for the news app. Sure enough I got a severe thunderstorm warning on my phone I must've missed it when I was looking at my daughter searching for the orange juice.

"You're kidding…" I said as I saw a news alert saying the black out is county wide the lightning hit a power line causing power outages threw out the county. "Well looks like we're stuck with no power for a while." Nicolette said as she stepped away from me and tried to go to her room. "Where are you going we need to stay together." I told her as I tried to walk to her but walked into a chair at the table.

"Careful we don't have enough bandages if you hurt yourself more." Nicolette teased me. "I'm going to my room maybe my phone is charged come on I need your light to find my way." I turned on my phone light back on and we made our way to her room upstairs and found her phone buzzing on her bed.

"Its Richard." Nicolette said as she grabbed her phone and began to read the texts this Richard guy sent her. "Who's Richard?" I asked trying to look over her shoulder. "Some guy from university he's a friend checking up on me. He's still in the dorm texting me about the storm." My dad instincts kicked in for the first time the whole day and I felt a urge to kill this Richard guy.

"Don't worry he's gay." Nicolette said quickly while she texted him back. "Oh good he's gay." My blood pressure returned to normal and I felt myself calm down some. "Relax your worse then my boyfriend." Nicolette said with a smile. "What!" I said then felt Nicolettes hand on my lap. "I'm kidding I don't have a boyfriend."

Nicolette hand went up and down on my lap as she tried to reassure me she doesn't have time for a boyfriend. I relaxed a bit to much and didn't realize my dick was getting hard from my daughter's hand touching and rubbing my lap. "Oh I see your feeling better." Nicolette said as her hand skimmed over my swollen dick head.

I felt my face get redder then the tomato I was cutting earlier. "I'm sorry honey it's a reflex when a beautiful woman shows me attention." I stumbled out but quickly realized what I said. "You think I'm beautiful daddy?" Nicolette said while her hand stayed on my dick head.

"Of course you're beautiful Nicolette, but we shouldn't be doing this." I said weakly while looking at my daughter's face being lite up by her phone. Her face is exactly identical to my wife her mother and I couldn't help but stare at her face in a way no father should. "We shouldn't do what daddy?" Nicolette said as her hand squeezed my dick head then slipped down the length of my cock.

My God her soft hand traveling down my length made me shudder. I was about to say something when I felt the bed shift. Nicolette moved closer to me and I couldn't move, but who am I kidding I didn't want to move away not from her. Nicolette tits were in my face before I knew it I'm not sure if I dove to them or if she shoved them in my face. I didn't care much as soon as my face was there I kissed and grabbed her breast with my hand.

Nicolette gasped softly as my tongue moved in between her breast and my hand pinched her nipple. "Ben I knew you wanted this as much as I did." Nicolette said threw her soft lips as she turned her face down and began to kiss my the back of my neck. "Hearing her say she wanted this and feeling her lips on my neck was all I needed to hear to let the last bit of resistance to break away.

I didn't see her as my daughter I saw her as a stranger and I pulled her tank top off her shoulders letting her perky breast free. I enclosed my lips around her nipple and sucked and teased it. I groaned as her hard nipple entered my mouth. Her hand went to my jeans and she began to unbutton it then pulled the zipper down.

I stood up letting my jeans slip off my legs and stepped out of them. Nicolette grabbed my cock and stroked it twice then I felt her lips close around my dick head. My cock got even harder I flexed it making it rise and fall on her tounge. Grabbing the sides of her head I feed my length into her mouth I couldn't see her eyes wield up in tears with the lack of light. Nicolette didn't tell me to stop almost as if she was testing herself to see how much she can handle and to our surprise she could take all of it.

I felt her nose press on my stomach when she quickly pulled it back out of her mouth. With a quick gasp she dove back half of my length in her mouth as her tounge wrapped around my dick head licking and pushing on it. The feeling was euphoric as she sucked on my cock then her tounge wiggled on my dick tip until it split open my meatus. Her tounge licked the inside of the meatus then she sucked hard I had to pull my cock out of her mouth so not to cum to fast.

I had no idea my daughter was such a talented cocksucker. I tried to catch my breath then pushed her on her back and pulled down her leggings. I rubbed my dick on her opening pushing her lips open. "Yes. Fuck me Ben fuck me hard." Nicolette hissed at me and I pushed my cock down her wet pussy.

I entered her fairly easy she was tight but didn't have a hymen I would've asked when she lost her hymen but her pussy felt so good I couldn't do anything but fuck her pussy. Grabbing her shoulders and using my legs to pry her legs open I pounded my cock deep into her pussy and kept on fucking her while she gasped and hissed at my powerful strokes. Nicolette grabbed at my back while she wrapped her ankles around mine to help me brace myself as I slammed my cock into her. She mewed and moaned as I fucked her like a cheap whore from my built up sexual frustration and pure lust.

In mid stroke I felt her pussy twitch then she squirted with a deep moan as her juices gushed over my dick. The added lubrication from her juices and my lust drove me to pound my cock even harder into her pussy. Then I felt the familiar tingle you get as a warning that your about to cum so I pulled out and straddled Nicolette stroking my cock over her mouth. Nicolette closed her mouth over the tip and sucked hard as I stroked myself. She swallowed my cum greedily as I finished in her mouth and got off of her.

Nicolette turned over and gave me a kiss while her hand rested on my chest. Then my phone buzzed while on the bed I looked at it and saw Kelly was calling. "Hello?" I said breathlessly. "Hey are you alright? You sound different." Kelly replied. "Yeah I cut myself making dinner."

"Oh I see well I'm calling to let you know I can't make it the roads are flooded is Nicolette there? Can I speak to her?" Kelly asked I passed the phone to Nicolette. "Its Kelly."

"Yeah hello?" Nicolette said into the phone. "Yeah…sure did just like you said. I knew it!" Then after a brief moment of silence while Kelly talked to her, Nicolette said. "Yeah I don't mind at all. Come as soon as it's cleared up. I can't wait till you come."

"What happened?" I asked Nicolette as she hung up. "Nothing really Kelly found out Brad was banging some girl from his workplace we kind of had an idea that he was." I interrupted Nicolette to ask her, "When did you…" My daughter already knew what I was going to ask.

"Last time Kelly stayed the night she and I got to talking while you snoozed on the couch. She kept saying she's sure he has to be feeling guilty about something one thing lead to another and then we got on the subject about your dick." Nicolette explained to me. "You got hard as you slept on the couch and she noticed I kept stealing glances at it when she asked if I had ever fantasized about you and I said of course I have. Every girl thinks about their daddy like that or so I thought, well anyways she helped me plan this whole night out. The cleaning the revealing clothes and she been keeping you so hot and bothered I'm sure."

I was surprised Kelly helped Nicolette in a elaborate plan to seduce me. "So she knows about us, what we just did?" I asked my daughter who replied with a simple yep. "I can't believe it all the planning weeks of playful flirting with Kelly when all you needed to do was ask me to fuck you Nicolette."

"Well I wasn't sure you would be up for it seeing how I'm your little princess, but the way you just fucked me God. I never been fucked so hard like that I'm a little sore. You'll have to be satisfied with just my mouth until Kelly comes over she can use some good dick." I was about to say something but felt my daughters mouth close around my cock and she started to suck on it slowly bringing it back to full strength. I felt whatever I was going to say can wait.


A Brief History

A Brief History
I like to think of myself as a fairly normal guy. It's
hard to hide the fact that I think about sex all the
time. My friends realize this a little as my humour
manages to include sex to a large degree. Most people
who talk to me most likely wouldn't realize just how
big a part of my life it is.

Although I am happily married, I'm always seeking sex
with a bit of an edge. Over the years I've been
involved with a number of local women I met through
various internet personal services as well as a few
from work. Many of these women have had a distinctive
submissive nature to them and allowed me to do things
with them that some men might dream of. Despite this,
those times I've managed to get my wife involved in
things, even to a small degree, provide me with the
biggest pleasure.

I think my wife always new about this drive in me, but
largely took a don't ask, don't tell approach. Every
once in a blue moon though, she'd surprise me with a
bit of willingness or initiative that I don't always
see. Over the years, bit by bit, usually during drunk
sex sessions, I've let her into my private pleasures a
little bit at a time. Over the years she's learned more
about my exhibitionistic tendencies and my desire to
show her off.

Probably the first time she surprised me was one of the
times we were away from town on a camping trip. We were
hiking in the mountains and stopped for a rest. It was
a scorching hot day and we were high enough that a nice
cool wind would snap up now and again. It was a fairly
popular area and we ran into people quite frequently on
the hike.

During the rest, my wife looked at me and asked if I
had my digital camera. It was a pretty recent purchase
that we hadn't had very long. I said yes and she just
got up and told me to come with her. We moved a little
ways off the trail and behind a big boulder. She didn't
say anything when we got there and just started

Although I had requested she pose ever since I first
met her, she had adamantly refused. I was pretty sure
she was worried about me sharing her pictures. So I was
caught completely off guard and she had to tell me to
get my camera. Thank god for large memory cards because
I went crazy before she told me to come over and fuck

I have to admit, I was so excited I didn't last long
before cumming. I was going to go a second time but I
guess the mood passed and a quickie was what she
needed, because she stopped me, we got dressed and
continued on our hike.

That was the first time she surprised me. Although I
tried to get her to pose for me again, at home and out
hiking on other trips, she always refused.

Months later, at a wedding of one of her friends, we
all got more drunk than we had in years. Perhaps a bit
too drunk. She was one of the bridesmaids and was
wearing a strapless formal dress. Somewhere late in the
evening, we were sitting around the table with her
friends snapping pictures with the disposable cameras.

One guy took a camera and started snapping pictures
down his pants. The same guy then crawled under the
table and tried getting pictures up some of the girl's
skirts. I was so drunk most of what I saw was very,
very blurred. I wasn't the exception at the table.

For some reason I got an urge when I saw him under the
table by us, my wife's dress was a full length one and
I just reached down and hauled it up. She let out a
little squeal and the guy under the table yelled out
something unintelligible, with everyone else at the
table bursting into laughter.

Even in my drunken state though I noticed something.
Although my wife was "fighting" with me to get her
dress back down, she hadn't clamped her legs together.
I was turned towards her in my seat, my left hand
holding up the dress, my right on her left thigh, and I
noticed she could have easily clamped her legs together
but didn't.

I don't know what inspired me, but I just leaned over a
little, grabbed the edge of her panties and pulled them
to the side. I still remember the distinctive click of
the camera under the table and a loud "woo hoo!"

Time seemed to slow down and I remember the shocked
look on my wife's face. I don't know if it took longer
than it did, but she seemed to pause, letting it
happen, giving the guy under the table a few moments,
before snapping her legs together. She didn't mention
the incident when we got home, but we jumped into bed
and had a very intense, somewhat rough, sex session
before the booze took the last of our stamina and we
passed out.

It was a pretty uneventful winter and spring with the
next memorable even happening at the beginning of
summer. We'd gone on a nice relaxing camping trip to a
lake just a few hours from home. The drive back was a
bit tedious and well, I got bored. My wife looked just
as bored and on the border of falling asleep.

While driving I reached over and gave her breast a
little squeeze. She just looked over and gave me a
little, "oh well, that's my husband" kind of smile. I
did that a few times before reaching between her legs
and squeezing her pussy over her shorts. She let out a
little sigh and closed her eyes. I thought she was
going to just go asleep. I groped her pussy a bit more
and then, looking like she'd fallen asleep, stopped and
focused on driving.

When I hadn't touched her in a bit, she opened her eyes
and looked at me and just said, "Why'd you stop?"

I immediately resumed and even went further, pulling
the legs of her shorts up and fingering her pussy.
After a bit, I tried to undo the button on her shorts
and pull down the zipper. It was a task that was beyond
my one hand dexterity. She surprised me, by just doing
it herself and pulling her shorts down to her knees. I
didn't hesitate and went to town fingering her, playing
with her clit and trying to get her legs spread

That entire time I was having a bugger of a time trying
to keep from crashing, looking at my wife with her legs
spread wide and peeking at traffic coming towards us to
see if there was any indication that anyone could see.
At a point, she lowered her seat back a little and
without warning, put both her feet up on the dash. I
could hear her breath get ragged and I went to town
fingering her, trying to bring her over the edge. The
truth though was that I wanted it to last forever.

Despite our speed, I could see some people in taller
vehicles (trucks, rigs, motor homes) doing a double
take. I knew that they could see my wife, or at a
minimum, figure out what we were doing. At a point, she
just looked up at me and said, "Pull over."

I found a little side road moments later and we went
just a little ways up it before she told me to stop.
She then pulled me over on top of her and it was
seconds before my shorts were around my ankles and I
was thrusting into a sopping wet pussy. Despite the
discomfort, we were there for a while. My knees were
raw and my back was a mess by the time I put my third
load of cum into my wife's pussy. She had a very
restful nap the remaining drive back home.

Later that summer, it was 2004, something happened that
was what I thought, the pinnacle of her surprising me.
Thinking back to it, and other experiences, I have to
wonder if there is something about weddings, or just
the alcohol flowing that gets my wife going.

That event got me so excited that it was the thing that
I first put down in writing and shared with the
internet community. I wont share it all here now, but I
will share a little. I'll also admit, while its
something I remember with horny fondness, I'll also
used to get scared that I may have crossed a line.
Bringing her home after a staggette party, with her
being probably the most drunk I had ever seen her, I
made a detour. I took her to a park that I had taken a
few submissive lovers to.

Those people in the UK may know of a term called
dogging. That's why I took her to the park. My intent
had been to have sex with her in the car, letting men
watch us with her unaware. However, things quite often
work out differently then you plan.

There are two images from that night that will be in
burned in my mind forever. The first was lying on my
belly on the ground, looking forward, and despite the
dark, seeing the thick cock of this big bear of a man
stretching the lips of my wife's pussy. The second was
me standing, looking down on them, seeing him stiffen
and almost convulse, squeezing his arms around my wife,
knowing he was dumping his cum into her.

I have to admit, when fantasy becomes reality, although
there is excitement, there is an awful lot of worry.
Despite my wife conveniently being unable to remember
the later part of the evening, things were quite tense
between us for months. I don't know if it was my worry
that was affecting things or if her memory wasn't as
blank as she let on. She never mentioned the incident
or ever let on that she remembered even a portion of
it. It took the good part of half a year before things
got back to normal for us. Despite that, whenever I
masturbated, it was that night I pictured in my head
while I busily pumped my hand around my cock.

The next memorable event happened the following summer.
Friends of ours that had been together for many years
finally decided to make it official and get married. Us
boys celebrated as usually with a drunken stag party
with our group of old men moving from bar to bar in

For some reason, the wives arranged the staggette for
the bride on the same evening. Later in the evening,
both groups ended up running into each other. Given the
amount of cell phone conversations I'm pretty sure it
wasn't an accident.

The men were definitely much worse for wear than the
ladies. One of the things we had been up to was asking
perfect strangers to flash the groom. I think the whole
idea came from all the late night advertisements of
girls gone wild. I'm amazed we didn't get slapped or
into fights. Most just laughed us off, but some
obliged. Sometimes with as little encouragement as
buying them a shooter or providing a little tip.

When the groups met up it was a little awkward at
first. Despite that, there were enough of us so far
gone that it didn't matter. We were so far gone in fact
that one of the guys tried to convince the wives to
flash. They were quite surprised by our success during
the evening and we provided them all the details of our
successful negotiations.

We were caught quite by surprise when one of the ladies
(her husband wasn't with us) whipped up her shirt to
show off herself in her full glory. The men erupted
into howls and catcalls. The women were part screams,
part laughter and part shock. The last thing any woman
should do is give a poor old dirty drunk man any bit of
hope. That quick little moment of weakness gave more of
the boy's courage enough to essentially start begging
the ladies to flash.

Some of the men were trying to get other wives to
flash, some were trying to get their own wives to
flash. One of them finally did agree to do it but only
if she didn't do it alone. We were all blown away when
after a lot of negotiations, two of the others agreed,
surrounded the groom and shoved their tits in his face.
Although it was brief, I was in heaven. Not only by
seeing two sets of tits I thought I'd never see, but
also by seeing the tits attached to my wife beside the
other two pairs. My best friend was sitting beside the
groom at the time and gave me an ear to ear grin.

I'm not sure why that particular event proved to be
such a pivotal point in our life. After it, I have to
admit, the topic of her showing off came up more and
more during our sex sessions. In particular, the topic
of my best friend getting an eyeful was something that
kept coming up over and over. As well, we started to
become more verbal during sex, expanding on the
fantasies she knew I had about showing her off.

Sometimes after little get togethers and bbq's we'd
have amazing sex, talking about the times I caught
various friends taking peeks at her. As well, she
became more and more comfortable with not wearing a
bra. I'd always encouraged her to show off "the girls"
and that was one of the little pleasures (her braless)
that I always enjoyed. I tried to encourage her to try
to make some of my tamer fantasies reality but she held

What I considered little, like posting faceless
pictures of her on the internet and having sex in front
of a webcam were big no-no's. However, we did end up
having more sex outdoors while hiking and biking. As
well, during highway trips, she became more and more
comfortable having sex in rest stops. The further we
were from home, the more willing she was to be less

I can't count the number of times I saw someone
discreetly watching us from wooded areas. I also know
that some of the times my wife spotted them as well.
She never made it apparent though, never stopped me and
always let me finish before we rushed off.

Now the reason I've shared this little history. A month
ago, August, we went camping at a lake a few hours from
home. A few of our friends joined us, along with their
families. My wife and I stand out as one of the few
couples in our group without children. There were
enough kids of various ages that they managed to take
care of themselves most of the time. It was quite
relaxing for all of us to get together and just enjoy
ourselves. The drinks flowed and we kept ourselves busy
playing board and card games and reminiscing.

Later on in the evening, with the kids asleep and many
of us feeling no pain, the reminiscing took a decided
turn towards our more embarrassing and sexual escapades
throughout our youth. Bit by bit though, we lost more
and more of our group until it was just my best friend,
my wife and I sitting around a campfire.

It was a nice warm night and the three of us were just
having a good time reminiscing. Well, he and I were
reminiscing while my wife was just relaxing. I remember
having my arm around her shoulders and noticed my
friend looking her over.

I don't even think the thought registered in my brain
before my hand slipped under the neck of her shirt and
sought out her breast. I just brought my hand over it
and gave it a gentle squeeze. She didn't even budge.
She just let me grope her while she stared into the
fire. I guess she must have been a little frisky as
well because while I was squeezing her breasts and
playing with her nipples she just turned to me and
started kissing me deeply. Neither of us said a word to
each other, but there we were, sitting across the fire
from my best friend, kissing passionately and wrapped
around each other like we were all alone.

It was then that my drunken brain registered that maybe
she was letting me live out one of my more frequent
fantasies. We had talked many times during sex about
having sex in various places with not just strangers,
but friends watching. My best friend was just one of
those names that came up frequently when the topic went
that way. I didn't want to freak her out or push things
too fast, but I couldn't hold back.

I think I was trying to convince myself that I was
doing it slowly, but I think I was moving much faster
than I was trying. I ended up moving my free hand under
her shirt from the bottom. While groping her I started
moving my elbow up and away, dragging her shirt up with
it. She didn't flinch at all as her breasts came into
view. Not so much as a gasp or shiver as I pushed her
shirt up around her neck and started to suckle her

She tilted her head back and I could see her eyes were
closed. She just let me go to town on her neck and
breasts, in full sight of my buddy. I looked over at
him frequently and each time he seemed to be leaning
more and more over the fire, his eyes fixed open. When
I made my next move, I honestly thought she'd stop me.
I reached down and fondled her pussy through her pants.
Not only did she not stop me, she spread her legs.

I probably should have been more cautious, I probably
should have taken my time. The thing was when she
spread her legs I just reached under the elastic band
of her pants and shoved my hand in, straight to her
pussy. She was sopping wet and my finger slid right
into her. I ground my palm onto her clit and inserted
more and more fingers as I finger fucked her. I tried
the same stunt of moving my arm away from her body,
trying to get her pants down, but despite my repeated
attempts I didn't get more than the elastic band a
little further down.

As she had in the car long before, she caught me
unaware when she quickly pulled her pants past her
knees. She didn't open her eyes, she didn't look up,
she just whipped them down, spread her legs as far as
they could go in the chair, even slouched down in the
chair a little. As I leaned over her, she wrapped her
arms around my neck and held on. Although it was
uncomfortable, I wouldn't have dreamed of complaining.
There she was, fully exposed, the campfire lighting her
up, my friend almost falling into the fire as his eyes
soaked up ever detail of her body.

At a point I could tell she was getting closer and
closer to an orgasm. I think she had been talking to me
for a little while before I even noticed. However, I
did finally clue into her whispering in my ear, "Are
you sure? Are you sure?" over and over.

I just kept repeating yes every time she said it. Her
breath got more and more ragged and finally her legs
clamped together on my hand and she stiffened, little
shivers running through her body. When her orgasm had
subsided, her grip relaxed on my neck and her body went
limp in the chair. I leaned back and looked at her. Her
head was lolled back over the top of the chair, her
body was totally flushed. She made no move at all to
cover herself. I actually thought she might fall asleep
like that right there, if I let her.

Although it took her some time, she did start to move
again. I was surprised when she titled her head up and
looked right at my friend. I thought she'd immediately
pull all her clothes back in place but she sat there
for a while, staring into the fire, completely exposed.
She finally did decided to pull herself together and
stood up. She looked a bit confused but wandered around
the camp a bit and finally came back up to us.

She said she wanted to go to the washrooms and when I
got up she said no and said she needed to talk with our
friend. They headed off down the access road towards
the washrooms and I have to admit, I began to worry.
Despite my drunkenness I knew she'd be freaked out and
worried about him telling someone. I only hoped he was
sober enough to say whatever ever things she needed to
hear to alleviate her fears.

When they returned, she gave him a hug at the entrance
to our campsite and walked up while he continued down
the road to his campsite. We went to bed as soon as she
got back. I wasn't sure what to do, worried that I'd
upset her.

I was actually surprised when she whispered to me. She
did sound upset. She said something about that she
shouldn't have done it. She said that I wasn't even
interested in touching her anymore. That she knew it
was a mistake. She even began to sob a little. I
wrapped my arms around her and tried to comfort her.

We didn't talk but at a point, despite my worry, the
warmth of her gave me my erection again and she took
notice of it. I have to admit, I was surprised when she
turned herself upside down and proceeded to take my
cock in her mouth. My wife will admit that she doesn't
like giving bj's, that they make her uncomfortable. She
reserves them essentially for special occasions or when
she's especially drunk. I wasn't sure which way it
qualified that time. She took her time which was also a

At a point, I reached over and pulled her pussy closer
to my face. I lapped up her juices, marvelling at how
juicy she still was, at how wet her thighs were. When I
was getting into things she rolled on top of me,
putting us in a 69, grinding her pussy into my face. I
have to admit, it was hard to concentrate, she was
going to town on my cock. It was the most memorable
blowjob she had ever given me. I wanted it to last. I
wanted to savour every moment of this rare occasion.
This marvelous bj from the woman who thought she was no
good at them.

She surprised me further by giving me some very direct
instructions on how she wanted me to eat her pussy. It
was a first. She had always pretty much lied back and
let me do my thing. I was having trouble holding my cum
in my balls and was relieved when she brought her mouth
away from my cock and arched her back, grinding her
pussy against my jaw. She began grinding her pussy
against my face the same as when she would grind
against my pubic area. It wasn't gentle, but it was
erotic. I think she had to keep repeating herself a lot
because by the time I heard any instructions she was
getting pretty aggravated. She wanted my tongue as far
in as it would go. She humped my tongue as if it was a
little cock.

It was easy tell she was getting closer to a second
orgasm, another rarity with us, and she was completely
focused on getting herself over that edge. I was having
trouble hearing what she was saying, her words were
more gasps and grunts then actual English. It was at a
point not moments from when she came that I heard her
repeating over and over, "Get all of him out of me!"

I have to admit I was confused and didn't even realize
what she was getting at until after she came and was
lying on top of me. In the silence I realized, he'd
fucked her when they went to the washroom. I hadn't
been just eating my wife's pussy. I'd been eating her
pussy that had recently been filled with my friend's
cum. I was blown away.

I think she just wanted to sleep after her that. My
adrenalin and excitement were washing away my
drunkenness, leaving complete horniness in its place. I
rolled my wife onto her back and just mounted her.
Nothing delicate, no talking, just me climbing on top
of her and me shoving my cock as far as it would go
into her pussy. I wasn't in the least bit tired, and
just kept going and going and going. Although we
finally did fall asleep, I wasn't down for long before
I woke up and mounted her again. She tried to sleep in
but kept getting disturbed by her horny husband waking
her up.

I have to admit, the way my wife acted the next day,
you would never had guessed that anything had happened.
Unfortunately, a few people seemed to think there was
something off with how both my friend and I were
acting. Luckily, everyone seemed to believe us that it
was just an effect of getting old and having too much
to drink the night before.

My wife and I had a little private hike together. The
tone was pretty serious and she was very nervous. She
seemed to think that despite the number of times that I
had discussed my fantasies with her, she was very
scared that I was upset and that it would tear us

Although it was easy to tell she wasn't in a frisky
mood, I did manage to get her to a remote area where we
ended up naked in the grass together. I was fucking her
doggy style when I tried to encourage her to share the
details of her tryst. It took a lot of encouragement
and she seemed to not want to tell me. The thing is,
once she started to talk about it, I could feel the
change in her juices. Her wetness just kept building as
she told me more and more. I had to pry most of the
details out of her but by the time I came, I had a
perfect understanding of everything that had happened.

We didn't get dressed right away. We lied out in the
sun, enjoying the warmth. At a point she started
fondling my cock with her hand and it didn't take me
long to get hard again. When I mounted her again, I
took my time with slow gentle strokes and grinding. I'm
not sure why I thought about it, but looking down on
her and thinking of everything that happened, my mind
wandered back to the time I took her to the park after
the staggette party.

I don't know what gave me the courage to ask. For some
reason, while I was looking at her, she opened her eyes
and could tell something was up. She asked me what was
wrong, clearly worried about what I might say. I caught
her totally off guard when I asked her to honestly tell
me what she remember about the night after her friend
D's staggette. It was instantly clear that she
remembered something from the way she was biting her
lip. The look in her eyes that told me she was weighing
the pros and cons of telling me.

Instead of saying anything though, she moved her knees
up, stretched her legs and wrapped them tight around my
waist. When she had me in a firm grip, she started
thrusting up, meeting my thrusts and slamming our
groins together. Every few moments I would ask her
again what she could remember and her smile grew bit by
bit. Again, without saying a word, she wrapped me
tighter in her legs and thrust up towards me.

After a while, she wrapped her arms around my neck and
pulled me close. She was getting closer to an orgasm
and in between gasps said to me "don't you remember me
doing this to him that night?". Instantly I had a
picture in my head of the big bear of a man on top of
her in the grass. My perception at the time had been
that she was on the border of passing out and that he
had mounted her and fucked her hard.

When I thought back to it though I remembered two
things I hadn't paid much attention to. Firstly, at a
point he was hunched up, almost doubled over, with his
big hands grasping under her, holding her ass off the
ground. Secondly, her legs had been wrapped firmly
around him. She hadn't just been drunk, she had been
fucking him.

When that realization hit me was also when she
whispered to me, "I remember it all." It was too much
for me, I instantly stiffened, forcing my cock as deep
in her as I could and pumped what little cum I had
remaining inside of her.

There were a lot of conversations since then. A lot of
secrets that we've shared with each other. I'm not sure
where things will go from here. I do know that my wife
isn't as different from me as I may have first thought.


Dirty Downloads with Chuck and Nicolette

Dirty Downloads with Chuck and Nicolette
"Damn... look at that one, Nicolett. He is FINE," my friend Gena said as she pointed to a picture on my computer monitor.

I looked at it. It was a picture of a naked boy, about 18 or 19 years of age. His penis was hard, he had a little smile on his face and he was, indeed, really, really cute.

"He's pretty hot," I said.

Gena was my best friend, even though she was 21, a year older than me. We'd been friends for quite some time. Right now I was over at her house and we were, as we often did, downloading porn. We loved looking at cute boys naked, ideally ones our age.

"I would LOVE to get that dick inside me," Gena said.

I kind of envied my friend. She'd lost her virginity last year and had since been fucked by three other boys. She kept telling me how wonderful it was. She even showed me a picture of one of the boys who had fucked her. He was really cute and it made me very jealous.

She clicked onto a couple other pics. Now up on the screen were a pair of boys, one probably 20 or so and the other a year or two older. They were both naked in a shower. In the next picture they were laying on a bed together, the younger boy sucking on the older boy's penis.

"Aw, how cute," I said, looking at the boys.

"It's a waste," said Gena. "He should have that in ME, not in the other boy's mouth." She got a few more pics from the same series. "Oh, here we go."

The pics in question showed the boys now getting it on with a couple girls. Each of them was fucking one of them. There were even close-up penetration shots.

"Damn... lucky girls," I said.


I reached down and rubbed at my crotch a little. "Wish they were here right now," I said quietly.

"Girl, when you gonna get fucked?"

I sighed. "I have no idea."

"Well, you'd best be making it soon. I lost my virginity when I was a month younger than you."

"Yeah, I know."


"I just gotta find the right boy."

Gena snorted. "The right boy is the boy who says yes."

"Yeah, yeah."

Then we came to a series of pics showing a boy with an incredible body. His face was blacked out but his body looked just wonderful! He was obviously older then a teenager, probably about 24 or so, but his pubic hair was shaved off. He had blond hair on his head, we could see that much. It actually reminded me vaguely of my older brother Chuck's hair.

"Wow," Gena said as she scrolled through the pics. She came to a butt-shot. "Now THAT is a perfect white-boy ass!"

"Yeah, it is," I breathed. The boy's butt was just mind bogglingly cute.

The next pic was a close-up of his penis. "Oh, now that I want in me," Gena said with a delighted sounding sigh.

"Yeah, me, too," I said, picturing that penis sliding in and out of my vagina.

"Well, look who's finally getting all horny!" Gena said with a little laugh.

"Oh, shut up. Just because I'm not a slut like you..."

"Uh-uh, girl! Four boys ain't no slut."

"It is if they're all in the same week."

"Oh, shut up."

The two of us then got very quiet as we sat there looking at the photos of this very, very pretty naked boy. He was my ideal dream! He was sooo cute! His penis looked magnificent! I kept picturing it sliding in and out of my eager vagina. God, was this man ever sexy!

Then, as we got to one of the pictures, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. There, in the background of this picture, was a small shelf on which sat a bunch of trophies. The exact same shelf that sat in the bedroom of my 18-year-old brother, Chuck.

We scrolled through a few more photos, and I was no longer paying attention to the boy in the pictures. Instead I was looking at the room behind him. There was the Linkin Park poster my brother had near his bed. There was his dresser. There were his books. And on the bookshelf, next to the books, I could clearly see a photograph in a frame. I knew the photo showed my brother and I when we were on vacation at Disneyland a couple years ago.

There was no escaping it. The boy in these pictures, the boy I wanted so much to have fuck me, was my brother.

"Holy fuck," I whispered.

"Yeah, he is pretty fuckin' sexy for a white boy!" Gena said, rubbing at her crotch.

I said nothing, I just nodded. I really didn't want to try and explain this to my friend.

On impulse I said, "Can you burn me a disc with these pictures on them?"

"Girl!" Gena said with a little grin. "About damn time you started getting into one of these boys. Hang on a moment." She put a blank CD into the drive and started it copying. A few minutes later it was done and I had what looked to be about three hundred photos of my brother naked, hard and masturbating.

"Thanks!" I said, putting the disc into the backpack. I made a show of looking at my watch. "Hey, I gotta get going home, Gena."

"Uh-huh!" she said with a knowing grin. "Gonna spend some time double-clicking your mouse, eh?"

"Something like that." I grinned weakly.

"Well, you go girl. Have a good time!" She turned back to her computer and I let myself out.

It seemed to take forever for me to get home, but I finally did, and once there raced upstairs. I knocked on Chuck's door. I didn't think he'd be home, but I wanted to be certain. He wasn't. I let myself in and looked around, comparing what I'd seen in the photos with what I saw in his bedroom. Yep. It was the same. It was indeed my brother in these pictures.

This left me with many, many questions as I made my way back out into the hall and then to my own bedroom. I booted up my computer and loaded in the pics, looking at them as I sorted through the questions in my mind. Why was Chuck doing porn? Why was *I* still turned on, even though I knew they were of my older brother? And just what the hell was I gonna do about it? I mean, I couldn't talk with my Mom and Dad about it. They'd want to know how I'd seen the pictures and then Gena and I would get into trouble. I couldn't just confront Chuck about it, though. Could I?

I pulled off my jeans and panties and started fingering while I looked at some of the shots of Chuck's penis. Why couldn't I confront him about it? I mean, I had no clue exactly what I'd SAY, but I could come up with something. I really wanted to know exactly why he'd made all these pictures. Maybe I COULD just ask him.

Finally all thoughts of what I was going to do were banished from my mind as my finger worked its magic between my legs, giving me a very powerful orgasm as I stared at pictures of my brother's naked body displayed up on the screen.

Now I had guilt to deal with, too. Eventually, though, I knew I'd think of something. It would just take a little time.

* * *

Four days, in fact, went past before I finally had time to think of a plan and execute it. I waited until one morning after our parents had gone to work. It was about nine when I went out from my bedroom to Chuck's and knocked on his bedroom door.

He opened it after a couple moments, wearing only a pair of boxers. As I glanced at his body I knew now even more than before that the boy in those photos was indeed him.

"Oh, hey, Nicolett. What's up?" he asked a little muzzily. I guessed I'd woken him up. That was part of the plan. I wanted him to be too out of it to give me bullshit answers.

"Can you come to my room for a second?" I asked.

Chuck yawned. "Why? I was sleeping."

"I need help with my computer."

Chuck sighed. "Can it wait?"

"Not really."

"What's it doing?"

"Hard to describe. You'll just have to come see." I smiled at him. "Besides, I'll owe you one. I'll help you out on your history homework next time."

"Alright, fine." He followed me out into the hallway, still wearing only his boxers. I could see a faint bulge where his penis was. I wondered what it might be like to see it in person and not just on the computer screen.

When we got to my room, I pointed to the computer. "Take a look and see if you can tell me what's wrong."

"Ok." Chuck sat down and pressed the spacebar to get rid of the screen saver. Then he sat there and stared at the monitor for a good minute or so. "Nicolett... where did you get this?" he asked, pointing at the screen.

I moved over to look at it. I'd made up a little montage of Chuck's photos and set it as my wallpaper.

"You know," I said, "The Internet can yield the most interesting things."

"You downloaded these?"


"From where?"

"A place me and one of my friends download pictures from."

"That's not helpful."

"It wasn't supposed to be."

A long silence reigned. "Look," Chuck said, "you're not going to tell Dad and Mom about this, are you?"

"No, of course not."

He let out a sigh. "Good."

"Why did you take these pictures?"

Chuck squirmed a little. "Well... you really aren't going to tell ANYONE about this, are you?"


"Does your friend who you were with know who the pictures are of?"


"How did you know?"

I pointed to the background.



Chuck ran his fingers through his light blond hair. "Ok. Well... a couple months ago I met this girl. She and I were spending a lot of time talking with each other on the Net. And one day she asked if I could take some pictures for her. So..." He gestured towards the screen. "So I did."

"I see." I sat down next to him at the desk, my eyes trailing down to where his inner thigh disappeared into his boxers.

"Yeah. She sent me some of her, too. We both agreed to blot out our faces in the nude shots. I don't know why they ended up on the Net, though."

"Well... maybe she sent them to a couple friends or something."

Chuck shrugged. "Maybe. I said she could. I sent hers to a couple of my friends, too. We kept talking about wanting to get together and... well, meet." He blushed. "But it never happened. I lost touch with her a couple weeks ago."

"That sucks."


"Well... for what it's worth... they're nice photos." I smiled a little.

"They are?"

"Yeah. I mean, before I knew who was in them, I thought they were really, really, REALLY nice, if you know what I mean."

Chuck laughed a little. "HOW nice?"

"Uh..." I blushed. "Well, very nice. That was before I knew it was you in them, of course."

"Of course." He looked down at his chest. "Do you really think I look good in them?"

"Well, yeah. You've got a really nice body and everything."

"Thanks, Nicolett. You look pretty nice, too."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, but you won't see any naked pics of ME posted on the Internet."

"Yeah, probably not," Chuck said with a laugh of his own. "So what did you like best about my body? If you don't mind me asking."

I shrugged. "I don't know. You've got a really nice chest, and a very cute butt." I laughed a little once more. "And your... you know... IT... looked really neat, too."

Chuck looked down at his boxers. I thought I saw something twitch under the fabric. "Neat, huh?"

"Yeah. Except I thought boys had hair down there."

"We normally I do. I shave it."

"You do? Why?"

Chuck just shrugged again. "I don't know. I just think it looks better without hair."

"Oh... so, like, is it shaved now?"


"Can I see?" Hurriedly I added, "I don't mean the whole thing. Just the part where the hair should be."

"Uhm..." Chuck considered this and then shrugged again. "I guess it isn't anything you haven't already seen in the pictures. Ok." He pulled his boxers down just enough to expose his bare pubes. I could also see just a hint of the base of his penis. Clearly he was shaved nice and smooth. There wasn't even any stubble yet. He must've shaved pretty recently.

"Wow," I said. "THAT looks cool."

"Thanks," my brother said with a little smile.

"Can I... do you mind if I... you know... just touch it a little? The shaved spot, I mean?"

"Well... yeah, ok, if you want to."

I reached out a hand and ran my fingers along the bare patch. The skin was very smooth and very soft. It was exquisite to touch.

"That's pretty sweet," I said.

"See? That's why I shave it. I don't like having a big tangle of hair down there."

I nodded. "Maybe I should shave mine. I don't have a lot of hair down there, but I do have some."

"How much?"

"Not a lot." My throat went a little dry as I suddenly said, "You wanna see?"

"Uh... ok."

I pulled down my shorts and panties enough to expose my small patch of hair, which also showed the top of my slit. I wasn't sure why I wanted Chuck to see this, but whatever the reason, I knew that I wanted him to.

"Wow... that looks pretty cool," my brother said, staring down.


"The hair is kind of... I don't know. It doesn't look bad, though."

"You wanna touch it?"

Chuck hesitated for a bit and then said, "Well, if you don't care."

"I touched you, so it's only fair."

"Ok." Chuck's fingertips were soon running through my sparse hair. It felt amazing having a boy touching me down there, even if the boy was my brother.

I found that I was actually holding my breath. I let it out slowly and said, "That feels really, really nice, Chuck."



"You know," he said after a moment. "I found that it felt a lot better to touch myself down there once I didn't have the hair anymore."



"Maybe I should shave it all off, then."

"How much do you have? Is it just this bit here?" He said, still running his fingers gently through it.

"No, there's a little bit more."

"How much more?"

"A little bit."

Chuck laughed. "I had hair above my... well, my penis... and some along the sides of it, too. Do you have hair like that?"

"Yeah... some above my... vagina..." I felt somewhat comfortable using the word since Chuck had just used the correct word for his anatomy. "And some along side it."

"Oh, ok." He looked down to where his fingers were still browsing through my fuzz. "How much hair?"

"Not a lot..." I swallowed. "You... you wanna see?"

"Yeah. If you don't mind."

"Well... I've seen your penis and everything. So it's not a big deal. I mean, we're just brother and sister," I said, partly to remind myself.

"Yeah. That's right. We are." Chuck nodded as if he'd only just remembered that fact.

I sat up a little and pulled my shorts and panties down to my knees and then spread my legs to expose my virgin vagina. "See?" I said, pointing. "Just a little hair."

"Yeah..." Chuck put his hand out and ran it through the patch of hair on the top of my vagina and then ran a finger down each side of my slit. Little shivers of delight went through my body at his gentle, tickling touches. It was better than anything I'd ever felt.

"So..." I managed to say. "You think I should shave it off?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think you should."


"You know how to shave?"

I shrugged. "Kinda."

"Well... you wanna be real careful when you're shaving around down there. It's pretty sensitive, I'm sure. At least if it's anything like my... penis."

"Oh. Ok. I'll try not to cut myself or anything."

Chuck took a deep breath. "If you want... I'll help you shave it."

"You will?"

My brother nodded as his fingers continued to caress the tangle of hair between my legs. "I mean, since it's your first time you should have help, right? So you don't cut yourself."

I nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense." I didn't know if it did or didn't. All that I really knew was that it felt very nice having my brother's fingers roaming around the outskirts of my vagina and if he was helping to shave me, I'd probably get a lot more of that.

"Ok. Well, you wanna do it right now?"


"Alright." Chuck stood up. For a moment I saw his penis tenting out his boxers and then he turned away from me. "I'll go get my shaving stuff and meet you in the bathroom."

"Ok," I said, my eyes following my bother's butt as he walked out of my bedroom.

Quickly I pulled up my shorts and panties and went into the bathroom where I sat on the toilet and waited for my brother to arrive. When he finally did, he had added a pair of jeans to cover up his boxers, though he was still shirtless.

"So... you ready, Nicolett?"


"Ok. Let me turn on the shower. It's easiest in the shower."

"Alright." I moved aside so that my brother could get the shower started.

Once the water was running he pointed and said, "Ok, get in."

"In the shower?"


I looked at the water. "Uh... ok." I stood up and pulled my shorts and panties off, leaving my loose- fitting t-shirt on. Shyly I opened up the shower curtain and made ready to step inside.

"Aren't you going to take off your shirt, too?" Chuck asked. "I mean, you don't want to get it wet, do you?"

"Oh... uh, I guess not." I pulled my shirt up off my head, leaving me now totally naked in front of my older brother. I quickly got into the shower, longing to feel the water caressing my bare skin.

"You look really nice, Nicolett," my brother said in an odd voice.


"Ok... uhm... well, get yourself all wet and stuff, especially your vagina."

"Ok." I started soaping up and then I said, "Hey... I should probably close the shower curtain. Otherwise water will get all over the place."

"Oh... I hadn't thought about that," Chuck said, looking a little abashed. "Uhm... well... the thing is it's easier to shave with the water on. Sorry, I'm used to actually being in the shower when I do it, you know?"

"Yeah... well... you could get in here with me. It wouldn't be a big deal."

Chuck thought about this. "I guess that would make it easier," he said eventually. "Alright." He started pulling down his jeans and boxers and once he was naked got into the shower with me.

Now I was able to see my brother's naked body for real and not just in pictures. His penis was hard and smooth and looked just beautiful, as did the rest of his body. For a moment the two of us just stood there, looking at one another naked in the shower.

Finally Chuck broke the spell. "Well.. let me get past you for a second so that I can get wet myself. It's a little cold just standing here, you know?" he said with a little laugh.

"Right, ok." I stood aside and awkwardly we moved past each other, our bare butts brushing just ever so slightly.

Chuck got under the water and soaked his whole body down. I stood there watching the streams of water cascading down his nude form. I never wanted to be water so much in my life.

When he was done soaking Chuck said, "Ok, get yourself wet once more and then we'll do this thing."

"Alright." We switched places once more, butts brushing again as we moved past each other. I got my vaginal region good and wet and then turned towards Chuck. "Ok, I think I'm ready."

"Right." My brother reached out of the shower and came back with a little net-bag. He opened it up, pulling out a can of shaving gel and a couple different kinds of razors. He looked at me. "Right. Uh... let's see... ok. I'm going to turn off the shower part for a bit, but keep the main faucet flowing. You go sit on the edge of the tub and spread your legs."

"Ok." I moved over to the edge and sat, my eyes watching my brother's nude body as he fiddled around with the water.

Once the flow had switched from the shower to the main faucet, he sprayed some of the gel onto his hand and crouched down in front of me.

"Ok, Nicolett. When you shave, the first thing you do, after you get nice and wet in a good hot shower, is to put on the shave gel."


"I'll do it for you this time," he said, reaching out his hand. I closed my eyes part way as I felt Chuck's warm, gentle touch between my legs. He rubbed the shave gel into the larger patch of my pubic hair and then down along each side, the tip of one of his fingers barely brushing against the entrance to my vagina. I nearly came right then and there.

As soon as everything was gelled up with this nice foamy gel, Chuck took one of the razors from his bag and held it under the faucet. Then he pulled it back and looked me in the eyes.

"Ok. You gotta stay perfectly still for this, ok? I've never shaved a girl and I don't want to screw it up."

"Alright, Chuck."

Taking a deep breath, Chuck put his razor near the larger patch of hair and started running it slowly across. I felt an odd tugging sensation as the hairs were cut down to size. At one point the heel of his hand brushed against my clitoris and it was a real struggle not to squirm with pleasure.

"Am I doing ok, Nicolett? It's not hurting you or anything?"

"No," I said with a little gasp. "Not at all..."


I held my breath a little as Chuck took a handful of warm water and poured it onto my vagina, washing away the gel. He touched up his shave a little and then said, "You gotta spread your legs a little more."

"Alright," I said in almost a whisper as I spread them.

"Good. That's perfect," my brother said. He took the razor and slowly ran it down the sides of my 20- year-old vagina. His touch was so gentle. It felt sooo wonderful. When he moved the razor from one side to the other, it left one of his fingers resting right against the entrance, the tip pressing just slightly into me. It was all I could do to keep myself from pushing my hips forward so that he'd slip inside.

Finally Chuck said, "Ok, I'm done." He took another handful of water and rinsed me off. "Go ahead and get yourself good and rinsed and I'll see if I need to do any touch up." He stood up, giving me a great eye-level view of his wonderfully hard fifteen-year-old penis.

I stood up myself and turned the shower part on again, rinsing off in the spray. I looked down at my vagina while I did so. It was totally smooth, totally hairless. My probing fingers, one of which slipped up inside in a brief effort to lower my levels of arousal, found no sign of any hair.

"I think you got it all," I said to Chuck as I turned around.

"Lemme look." He knelt down and peered closely at my vagina. After a short glimpse he took his razor and hit one spot then said, "Yeah. Looks nice and clear."

"Cool." I rinsed off again and said, "Hey, let's dry off and go look in the mirror in Mom and Dad's room."


I shut off the water and Chuck and I got out. We toweled off, our eyes looking over each other's naked bodies as we did so. Chuck's penis was still hard. I experienced a brief fantasy of that penis pounding within my vagina and felt a little shudder of delight and desire pass through my young body.

We actually wrapped the towels around our naked bodies as we went into our parent's bedroom. I don't know why. I mean, we'd seen each other naked, touched each other a little and were about to stand naked side-by-side. Why cover up? But we did anyhow.

As I had guessed, once we were in our parent's bedroom, we both dropped the towels and stood there, side-by- side, looking into the mirror at our naked, hairless bodies.

"That looks pretty sweet," Chuck said.

"Yeah," I said, nodding at my big brother. I giggled. "You know, I've never seen a naked boy in real life before today."

"I've never seen a girl naked before," Chuck said with a smile.


"So... now that you're dry, can I see how smooth you ended up being?"

"Sure." I laid down on the floor in front of the mirror. "I don't want to screw up their bed," I said to Chuck by way of explanation.

My brother nodded. "That's smart." He got down on the floor next to my and placed his hand between my legs, running his fingers along my bare pubes. "That's sweet as all hell," he said. "It's sooo smooth." His fingers continued to probe around between my legs. Suddenly he said, "Hey, I thought you dried off."

"I did."

"Yeah, but it feels kind of... I don't know... damp."

"Oh..." I grinned a shy grin. "Well... girls get wet sometimes. It's like how boys get hard, you know?" I said, still running my fingers along his bare skin at the base of his penis.

"Yeah..." Without asking my brother, I reached over and ran my hand along his smooth pubes. "It's really cool that we're both shaved now."

"Yeah. I kinda wonder..." Chuck trailed off.


"Well... I wonder what it would be like to... well, rub our skin together... you know... my pubes against yours."

"Oh!" I thought about it. "That might be cool. How would we do it, though?"

"I don't know," Chuck confessed.

"So... you wanna try to rub the bare parts together?"

"Sure, but how?"

Chuck shrugged. "I don't know... I thought of one way, but... I don't know."


Very nervous looking my brother took a deep breath and carefully said, "Well... if my penis was... you know... kind of... like... inside your vagina... and I was in far enough... then we'd be rubbing the bare parts together."

"Oh." My mouth went dry again. "Would you... would you want to try that?"

"I don't know... maybe... if you wanted to."

"Wouldn't that mean we were..." I blushed again. "That we'd be... having sex?"

"I'm not sure... I don't think so... I mean, I'd just put it inside you to see what it felt like to have our pubes rubbing together. We'd each have a little taste of what it's like to have sex, but it's not like we'd be really Doing It."

"That's true." I thought about it for a bit. I really did want to know what it would feel like to rub together. Plus I'd know what it was like to have a boy's penis inside my vagina. Even if it wasn't really sex, it would still be interesting. "You'd just put it in and then we'd rub together a little and then you'd take it out again, right?"


"You wouldn't tell anyone would you?"

"No. Would you?"

"No... have you ever had it in a girl before?"

"No. You ever have a boy in you before?"

I shook my head. "No." I thought a little more. "It really wouldn't count as sex, would it? I mean, we're not doing it to have sex, we're just doing it to see what the pube thing would feel like, right?"


"I guess we can try it," I said, finally. "Just to see what it's like."



We stared at each other for a bit.

I said, "Well... I guess you should get between my legs and we can try it."

"Alright." Chuck got between my legs, his penis sticking up and suddenly looking very large. He took it in his hand and said, "Uh... where exactly does it go?"

I put my hands down to my vagina and parted the labia to expose the hole. "It goes right in there."

"Ok." My brother scooted forward and for the first time ever I felt a boy's penis touching my vagina. "Right here?"

"Yeah.." I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and held it, waiting to be penetrated by a boy for the first time.

Between my legs I felt a pressure that seemed to build and build and then suddenly yielded. Something wonderful was entering my body. I felt myself starting to be stretched open a little as inch by inch my brother's 18-year-old virgin penis opened up my 20-year-old virgin vagina. When he stopped moving, I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing nothing but our bare pubes meeting. The beautiful penis I had first seen in pictures was now deep inside my body.

"Oooh..." Chuck whispered, looking into my eyes. "Wow... it feels... so good..."

"Yeah..." I managed to say. I couldn't believe I really had a boy inside me!

"I guess we know... what it feels like now..." I could tell he was fighting hard to keep from fucking the shit out of me.

"Yeah... but we don't know... what the rubbing is like..."

"Oh, yeah..." Chuck pushed against me and pulled back a little, then did it again. I let out a gentle sigh as I felt his penis sliding inside me.

"That feels really good," I said quietly.

"Yeah, I know... for me, too..." Chuck lowered himself down a little until his bare chest was against my breasts. I savored the sensation of his naked body spread out on top of mine. "Do you want me to take it out now, or can I leave it in for a bit?"

My mind was whirling, overwhelmed by pleasure. "I guess... you can leave it in me... for a little bit longer..."


My brother and I laid there for a few seconds, just holding each other. Eventually I became aware of movement between my legs as he started sliding his penis back and forth inside my vagina once again. It felt really nice.

"Oh, Nicolett, this is so nice..." Chuck whispered as he started fucking me a little faster.

"Yeah..." I reached down and rested my hands just above my brother's butt as his speed began increasing. The faster he moved within me, the better it felt.

I turned my head a little and saw us in the mirror. Chuck's head was thrown back a little. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open slightly. I could see the muscles in his butt and all over the rest of his move as he fucked me. I couldn't see any sign of his penis, but I knew exactly where it was.

"Chuck?" I whispered to him. "Look in the mirror."

Panting a little, Chuck turned his head. For an instant he stopped thrusting and then suddenly closed his eyes and let out a few grunts. Inside my vagina his penis started kicking around as a warm fluid feeling filled me up. He held himself against me, as deep inside me as he could get, as his whole body shuddered on top of mine.

I was looking up into his face as the shuddering finally he stopped. Breathing hard, Chuck opened his eyes and looked down at me.

"I just... had an orgasm..." he whispered.

"So you came in me?" I asked softly.


I ran my hands up and smoothed his hair back. "I think this probably counts as sex, then," I said with a little smile.

"Yeah..." Chuck replied, smiling a little himself.

I ran my hands down to cup my brother's butt. "I'm glad we did it. It was really nice."


Chuck and I held tightly onto each other for several minutes, just hugging and talking, his penis still inside me. Eventually he started fucking me again, and came inside me once more. We had sex four more times that day before our parents got home. It was exhausting, but certainly fun!

The next day when I saw Gena she commented how happy and tired I looked. She said that I had that "freshly- fucked" look that most girls got after a night of passionate sex, but when she tired to corner me and get me to confess, I just grinned mysteriously and walked away from her.

It can be very nice to have secrets!


Nicolette , fuck wheelbarrow

Nicolette , fuck wheelbarrow
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Sarah birthday

Sarah birthday
Lisa giggled with Diana as they walked up the steps to Sara's house. Diana was such a crack up, she always had Lisa in stiches. She had just finished reminding Lisa of the time, back in high school, when a couple of boys had drilled a hole in the girl's locker room wall so they could watch the girls showering. Her and Diana had heard about it in the quad before heading to P.E., and at the end of P.E., had gone into the showers, lathered each other up, and made out, knowing they were being watched. Lisa never let on that she'd been super turned on by the whole thing.

"Simon so wanted to jump your bones after, after he saw that!" laughed Diana.

"Only because he didn't see Sara." said Lisa laughing ruefully.

"Well, not everyone looks like that." agreed Diana as they reached the top step. "If she wasn't our best friend you know we'd hate her for being so beautiful."

Diana stopped, and bent over to pet Sara's huge dog lazing comfortably on the porch.

"Hey Mozart!" Lisa said kneeling beside Diana and stroking the huge beast affectionately. Mozart panted contentedly.

"Such a lazy bones." smiled Diana as they both took a few minutes to caress Mozart's silky fur.

Lisa finished scratching under his chin and stood up, stretching as if suddenly infected by Mozart's condition, then made for the door. A moment later Diana joined her, spanking her loudly on the butt.


"You know, we aren't that bad lookin Lis." said Diana laughed, scooting in front of Lisa and pressing the doorbell.

As Lisa rubbed her ass, she knew it was true. They were both hot. It was just that Sara could have been a Jessica Simpson double, except maybe that she was better looking. Still, neither Diana, or Lisa had any problem finding a boyfriend, especially after the shower thing in High School.

"I know." Lisa said looking over at her friend who quickly shot her hands behind her to ward off an attack, smiling. "Its still not fair that someone could be born that gorgeous."

Diana rang the doorbell again.

"I bet she gives it up to a boy this year." whispered Diana crossing her arms while they waited.

" I hope so!" laughed Lisa shaking her head in disbelief.

Lisa had given it up to her 11grade teacher Mr. Jenkins. He was so hot for a forty year old man. She had fantasized about it for months before seducing him after a football game he was chaperoning. She smiled remembering the affair that had lasted the rest of the year and into summer vacation. Diana's frustrated sigh interrupted her reminiscing.

" Sara!" yelled Diana pressing the doorbell repeatedly.

"I don't hear anything when you press it Di"

Diana pressed again and both girls leaned forward trying to hear. Nothing.

"It's broken, call her cell phone." suggested Lisa.

"Naa" smiled Diana reaching for the handle. "She won't mind, with her parents gone for Vegas, no one is home but her anyway."

The door was unlocked. Diana started to open it slowly, when Mozart plowed between them, knocking them aside and ran into the house.

"Shit!" Lisa cursed barely catching her balance. After a moments pause to she if Diana was okay, she ran into the enormous house following Sara's family's dog. She stopped in the foray. Diana quickly joined her.

"Where did he go?" panted Diana.

Lisa shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. Lets find Sara,.. that dog loves her. She'll be able to get him out faster we can. He probably outweighs the both of us combined."

Together they hurried through the grand parlor and down the marble hallway towards Sara's room.

As they neared, Lisa could see that Sara's double doors were open. Reaching the entrance Lisa smiled, there sat Mozart watching something out of their view, obviously interested. Lisa took a step toward the Saint Bernard and heard a passionate moan echo out from around the corner. Her breath caught in her throat and Diana squeezed her arm.

"No way!" Di mouthed smiling excitedly. Lisa grinned back and shared they shared a silent giggle. Lisa knew she should turn around and wait for Sara to finish, but finish what? Did she have a boy in there? Was she finally giving it up? Lisa's curiosity drowned out her caution and she walked forward into Sara's room with her friend, arm in arm. As quiet as mice the peaked around the corner.

Lisa's breath caught in her throat. Sara lay face down on her bed with her naked ass raised in the air, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet, shaved pussy. So many thoughts ran through her mind in that split second. Sara shaved! She's finally masturbating! Her shock was immediately replaced by a familiar fire that rushed through her body, as she watched her friend's goddess-like body in the throws on passion, pleasuring herself.

Sara' incredible, lightly tanned legs shook and she let out a sexy moan as she starting cumming. Lisa looked at Diana and they shared a glance, both of them were flushed, slack jawed in disbelief. How many times had Sara told them she never masturbated? God Sara was beautiful and in this position, so incredibly sexy, Lisa felt her body responding as Sara's fingers slowed to a stop, though her soft moans continued. Her amazing butt swayed back and forth as if seductively offering itself to a lover. Sara removed her hand slowly and reached under herself, pinching her nipples that were pressed into the soft down comforter. Lisa was stunned at the beauty of it.

Mozart suddenly stood from his position at the foot of the huge bed, took a couple of steps, and leaning forward, licked Sara's wet, shaved pussy in one long stroke from her clitoris up across her lips and over her asshole. Lisa held her breath and made to step forward and stop the dog, but Diana held her back. Before she could decide whether to break free or not. A deep moan escaped Sara's throat and Mozart licked again. Another ecstatic moan echoed out through the room.

In one motion, Mozart leap onto the bed and mounted Sara, his huge front paws on her back pushed her further into the white down comforter, holding her firmly in place. Both girls stood in shock, watching, enable to move.

"Not now boy!" came Sara's ragged, still panting voice from underneath the huge beast. "No boy! Please!" Sara cried, "get off me!"

Lisa saw the huge penis emerge from its sheath, and again wanted to step forward, her breath coming in gasps, her nipples hard and aching. It was massive. She only resisted the urge, because she watched Sara's incredible ass lift and squirm to get into position for the dog cock.

"Oh God! No boy!" Sara begged her hot body leaning back, pressing, desiring. "please no!"

From where they stood Lisa could see the huge cock, glide over her friend's wet snatch until it found its mark. Sara moaned with desire squirming backwards onto the huge pole as it slowly sank into her amazingly beautiful body. Diana's fingernails pressed into Lisa's arm, but she could only watch as the massive Saint Bernard continued to sink his enormous cock into one of her best friends. Slowly the dog pressed forward. Sara screamed out in agony, though her body responded by pushing back, squirming as if it couldn't get enough. A rivet of blood ran down Sara's leg.

"This isn't happening to me!" Sara cried out loud just before Mozart thrust forward impaling Lisa's friend completely.

Sara screamed out in agony, but her body continued to push back, her ass moving invitingly beneath its lover. Mozart panted more quickly, but didn't move for a moment, his dog cock buried deep within his goddess bitch. Diana's heavy breathing at her side echoed her own mounting desires from viewing the taboo scene before her.

Slowly Mozart pulled his cock out halfway. It was even bigger than before and glistening with Sara's juices. Sara took a loud shuttering breath, her body trying to get back what it had lost. Mozart paused for a moment before thrusting forward once more. Sara's cry was a mixture of pain and the lust filled, heated passionate moan of a woman giving into getting fucked completely.

Lisa felt her body responding to the scene before her. She could feel the panties beneath her shorts becoming drenched, her breathing was shallow, and her nipples were hard and ached beneath the confines of her bra.

"I'm getting fucked by a dog!" came Sara's sex filled voice.

Mozart again pulled out halfway and paused, and again Sara's ass lifted, pressing backwards for more. Again he thrust forward, and then pulled back, quickening his tempo, not bothering to pause, as if his only thought was to satisfy his bitch.

"Oh God!" came Diana's whisper near her ear. Lisa could only agree. Sara was being fucked. It was the sexiest, horniest thing she'd ever seen or could possibly imagine.

Mozart's panting increased as his pace quickened matching Sara's moans of ecstasy.

"Oh yes!" Sara screamed, pressing back into each thrust, her body building towards an orgasm. Lisa brought one hand up to her mouth and the other involuntarily grabbed Diana's thigh nest to her.

"Oh God!" Sara groaned.

Lisa watched as an enormous ball formed near the base of Mozart's huge cock. With each powerful thrust the ball parted Sara's pussy lips a bit further. She watched as Sara arched her back begging for more. Mozart must have sensed the time was right and gathering himself, thrust forward with all his might, plunging the huge knot into Lisa's gorgeous friend.

"Ohhh baby!" Diana gasped next to her as they both watched Sara's beautiful body shudder and bucked beneath her family pet. Sara's cries of ecstasy filled the room as wave after wave of orgasm seemed to rent her incredible body.

Mozart pushed as far in as he could and held that position. From where they stood they could see his balls contracting. A flood of juices seemed to explode out of Sara's pussy, running in little rivers down her quivering legs. Panting, Sara looked to the side away from Lisa and Diana towards a full length mirror.

"I just fucked a dog!" she groaned loudly, her ass still moved teasingly beneath the massive dog she rasped out between ragged breathes.

"You sure did Sar-bear!" said Diana suddenly releasing Lisa's arm.

"Oh my God!" Lisa heard herself say as if in a dream, moving towards the bed.

"That was the sexiest, horniest thing I've ever seen in my entire life!" gushed Diana also moving towards the bed.

"No shit!" Lisa found herself agreeing, her body was on fire still, her tits literally throbbed with desire.

Sara turned even brighter red and tears started to flow down her perfect cheeks. She started to panic, moving as if to get away,

"Don't move Sara!" said Diana coming over and petting Mozart's huge head. You're tied with him. It could hurt you if you pull it out to fast."

Lisa reached, out wiping the cascading tears off of Sara's gorgeous face as she sat down next to her friend.

"Don't cry Sar-bear", Lisa said filled with affection for her friend, "We won't tell anyone, right Diana?"

"No way!" agreed Diana still petting Mozart, "Good boy, such a talented doggie."

Lisa had to smile at that remark, Mozart wasn't just good, he was incredible! She tried to slow her breathing, but her body was fighting her. She smiled reassuringly as Sara looked up at her and their eyes met. Lisa couldn't imagine anything more beautiful, more perfect than her friend.

"I didn't want it to happen! I didn't mean for it to.." Sara began eyes pleading begging Lisa to believe her.

"We know, we came in.." began Lisa

"And let in Mozart on accident!" finished Diane.

"You were here the whole time?" she moaned, and Lisa could tell from her voice that another small orgasm had just taken her friend. Sara panted searching Lisa's face, obviously still swimming in the feeling, aware quite profoundly, of the huge cock buried deep within her. Lisa heard Diana giggle as she smiled down at Sara.

"When we came in you were having an orgasm with your pillow. God I wish I had your body! Bitch!" laughed Diana.

"Can I be the bitch next?" said Lisa laughing, not really sure if she was joking or not.

"He'll need an hour or so before he can do that again.. to one of us." Diana laughed, and Lisa couldn't help but join in.

"I'll flip you for it!" continued Diana.

Lisa lite up when she saw Sara smiling back at her. She leaned forward and kissed her friend lovingly on the cheek. Sara pulled her hand from beneath her chest and set it on Lisa's thigh. A shiver of electricity went up Lisa's leg into her throbbing pussy at the touch.

Still looking in Lisa's eyes Sara moaned again her mouth opening, her breath still ragged. Lisa felt her breath catch at the beauty of it and suddenly her lips were on Sara's and her tongue met Sara's in passionate kiss that enveloped her world.

"Lisa, come try this." She heard Diana saying and pulled herself away from Sara who immediately smiled and bite her lip.

"I've wanted to do that for the longest time." blushed Sara smiling up at Lisa. "but.."

"I know Sar-bear." soothed Lisa smiling back, knowing that she had often fantasized about getting with her friend.

"Lisa!" insisted Diana.

Lisa held a finger to her lips, still smiling down at Sara. Sara winked back at her, face still flushed with the ecstasy, the huge cock was giving her.

Lisa turned away from Sara and saw Diana was on her knees behind the dog, looking closely at something. Lisa slid off the bed and joined her other friend. Diana was pointing at the dog cock buried inside Sara's shaved pussy. Lisa leaned forward also. There was a lot of cum still running down Sara's amazing thighs. Diana reached forward and scooped some onto her finger. Smiling at Lisa, she popped it in her mouth. Lisa felt the heat return as she watched her friend suck her finger dry of the mixed juices.

"Mmm" Diana smiled, obviously enjoying the experience and taste.

Lisa looked back at Sara's swollen vagina and the huge cock stuck inside. Breath coming in shallow gasps, she gave into desire, leaving all caution behind Lisa leaned forward turned her head sideways, and licked Sara's pussy and Mozart's cock sucking hungrily at the juices coating the area.

"Oh!" whimpered Sara.

Lisa had always love the taste of cum. Giving a blowjob was her favorite thing to do.. and it did wonders for her popularity. Two very distinct favors soon had her mind and body wanting more.

"Shit Lisa!" laughed Diana pulling Lisa back.

Diana took Lisa's place and buried her head between the stud and his bitch. Lisa sat back on her heels heart racing. She didn't want to wait an hour.

Mozart's knot released with an audible popping sound and Sara's relieved moan echoed out through the room. Diana leaned back, and together Lisa and her watched as Mozart pulled out his monstrous cock.

"Holy crap!" giggled Diana.

"Geez!" offered Lisa as she saw the end of the 11 inch cock slide out.

Sara moaned contentedly and rolled over onto her side, her fingers still playing with her engorged nipples. Lisa watched her friend close her eyes and moved around Mozart. Crawling across the bed she let her hand caress Sara's legs as she made her way up Sara's body.

Sara's eyes opened and she smiled up at Lisa opening her arms and squirming onto her back. Lisa softly fell into Sara's hug and held her friend tight. She was such a good friend, and she'd just been through a huge life altering experience. Lisa vowed to be an even better friend despite the heat Sara's naked body elicited from her.

After several minutes Lisa felt Sara pull on the sleeve of her blouse.

"This has to go." Sara breathed into Lisa's ear. Lisa pushed herself up with her arms, still atop her naked friend. The girl beneath her was a vision, gorgeous beyond imagining. She paused a moment taking it all in.

"I shouldn't be the only one naked here Lis!" insisted Sara, tugging again on her friend's sleeve.

Lisa smiled back and sat up, undoing the buttons on her blouse. Sara helped her pull it off and threw it to one side of the bed. Lisa's fingers shook slightly as she un-did her bra and let that fall away revealing her c-cup breasts topped by rock hard nipples.

"and your shorts too!" ordered Sara an impish grin lighting her face.

Lisa rolled to her back beside Sara and tugged off her volleyball shorts. Electricity coursed through her body as Sara's fingers gently played with her left breast and nipple. Finally naked, Lisa leaned towards Sara and their mouths met, tongues dancing over and about in a lust filled tango. She felt Sara's incredible breasts on her own. Lisa's breath caught in her throat and she pulled away to breath. Sara smiled shyly at her, and beckoned her to slide back on top. Lisa let herself be guided and again kissed her best friend. Lisa felt Sara's hands pulling at her ass, and she ground her newly shaved mound up against Lisa's.

"When she lets go, she really lets go!" thought Lisa, enjoying her friend's new found lusts. Lisa pushed away from the kiss and rising to her hands and knees, worked her way down Sara's neck kissing her way towards her chest. Sara's moaning began again as Lisa let her full lips surround one of Sara's hard nipples. She teased and bit just like she liked guys doing to her, and moved to the other perfect breast applying the same affection to it.

Lisa had never been with a girl other than Diana in the shower, and that was just a show. She reveled in each sigh and moan that escaped Sara's lips, as her hands and mouth explored breasts to good to be true. Making up her mind what should come next was easy. Licking and kissing, she moved down Sara's body, across her stomach, pausing at her belly button. Sara's giggle made her smile, but she kept going, moving further down the bed until her kisses touched Sara's newly shaved mound.

Lisa slid her hands under each of Sara's thighs and slowly kissed the top of Sara's pussy. She was rewarded by a sigh of pleasure. The taste of her friend's pussy juice mixed Mozart's cum entered her mouth again, as the smell of their sex filled her lungs. Lisa let her tongue explore Sara's pussy lips and her swollen clitoris. She kissed and sucked just the way she liked it. Sara's body responded to each caress, aching, shuttering.

Lisa's tits truly ached now and she felt her juices running down the inside of her thighs as she pleasured her friend. She heard Diana say something, but was lost in the rapture of eating Sara's pussy. It passed into her mind briefly that Diana might disapprove, but just as quickly left it altogether. She hungered for the favors her tongue found, her only desire was to be found pleasing to the goddess beneath her.

Lisa felt and heard Sara explode anew into orgasm and slowed her ministrations, lifting her head to see Sara's face. Her friend lay coated in a thin layer of glistening sweat, breathing in shallow gasps.

Lisa was taking her hands out from under Sara's legs, still on her knees, ass still raised in the air, when a tongue passed over her pussy.

"Oh" she moaned looking to the side still on her elbows.

Lisa turned quickly and saw Diana peek out from around her thigh and smile evilly. Her friend disappeared again and moments later the tongue slid over her pussy again, sending sparks through her body. Panting from the pleasure of it, Lisa turned back towards Sara who was smiling at her.

"Guess its your turn Lis!" giggled Sara, still trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly, a large rough tongue passed over her raised ass, and then over her pussy and asshole. Panic filled her, but Sara's hand reached out to her comfortingly. She looked up into her friend face as again the rough tongue licked her pussy, this time entering her slightly. She felt her body respond and spread her legs a little bit, ass still high in the air. She felt the bed bounce as Mozart jumped up onto it, his silky fur slid up her buttock and over her back. His front legs moved to either side of her shoulders, the silky fur of his underside caressing her back.

"Guess he doesn't need an hour!" laughed Diana from beside her. "His cock is huge Lis, you're going to love this!"

Lisa held her breath and looked to the side at Diana who was holding Mozart in place, petting him. She felt something hot touch her asshole and panicked, raising her ass up higher.

"Not there!" she chocked out, leaning forward slightly away from the huge dog prick.

Again the hot cock pressed against her rosebud, with more pressure.

"No!" Lisa cried out.

She tried to wringle upwards, to guide the cock to her pussy. The hot member kept pressure on her asshole, insistent, unyielding.

Lisa tried to move forward, but Mozart's massive head dropped down over her shoulder prevented that as he pushed again.

Lisa felt her asshole expanding and screamed out.

"No Mozart!" said Diana trying to pull the dog backwards. Sara sat up from between Lisa's arms and pushed the massive dog's shoulders, but to no avail.

"Ahhh, no!" Lisa cried.

Pain erupted in her ass as Lisa felt the dog's massive cock head pop past her sphincter muscles. The pain was so intense for a moment she couldn't breath, or move. She was helpless to stop it. She whimpered pleadingly as her friends fought the huge beast. Despite their best efforts, Lisa felt the enormous cock sliding further and further inside of her.

"Oh God Lisa!" screamed Diana, "I can't get him off!"

Her muscles involuntarily relaxed as she readied a scream, and the pain lessened considerably. Fighting against her desire to be tense, Lisa concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her ass.

"Oh no!" cried Sara shoving against Mozart as hard as she could.

"Its... okay." Lisa panted, relaxing her muscles even more until the pain melted away almost completely. Her breath came in gasps, but Diana and Sara stopped fighting Mozart.

"You sure Lis?" asked Diana her voice filled with concern.

She'd never done that with any boy. She'd seen the huge dog cock, and knew she was going to die from this, but it was probably already too late.

"Y.. y oh.." she sighed as more and more cock filled her virgin bowels.

She expected to be torn in half, but relaxing seem to allow her body to adjust and expand.

"Yes!" she gasped.

As Mozart's massive penis continued slide in her ass, a fullness she'd never experienced multiplied the lust she'd had minutes before. Her body was on fire, her breasts ached like never before, and she moaned in pleasure.

"Oh yes!" Lisa heard herself say as more and more cock filled her ass. She opened her eyes long enough to see her friend's astonished faces, and pressed back into the huge cock.

"Holy shit!" whispered Diana.

Mozart's head left her shoulder, but Lisa didn't try to escape. Pleasure of a kind she'd never experience flooded her body until she could feel Mozart's balls up against her dripping pussy.

"You're okay Lis?" asked Sara, shocked.

"Oh yeah," Lisa heard herself say, lost in the feeling of having a massive cock in her ass. "I.. should've tried.. oh,.. this a long time ago!" she breathed as Mozart started to pull back.

Lisa groaned and cried out in ecstasy as he thrust it back in.

"Someone... Lick,... Me!" she moaned as he pulled it out and thrust it in again.

Sara quickly squirmied out from underneath of her and turning around, kissed Lisa soundly, then scooted down head first between hers arms and Mozart's thick front legs until she was beneath Lisa once more.

Lisa felt Sara's kisses on her each of her swollen, aching nipples, as Mozart slowly thrust into her again. Her body was on fire. Sara's kisses continued down, pausing to play with her belly button ring.

Slowly out, then back in. Sara's kisses worked their way down from Lisa's belly button.

Out, then back in further than before.

Lisa cried out in pleasure, Mozart's cock was expanding, filling her even further.

A touch on her sweet spot sent Lisa gasping. She felt Sara's tongue exploring her clitoris, sucking her lips, as Mozart pulled part way out and then buried himself in her again. Lisa gasped as small orgasm rushed through her, then another, more insistent this time.

Mozart picked up his pace and Lisa cried out as the little orgasms built one upon the other. She felt his knot pounding against the outside of her stretched asshole and pressed back, wanting to tie with him. She felt the dog's huge power and Sara's tongue flickering so quickly over her clitoris. Building, building..

"Oh....shit!" Lisa screamed as the cock inside her ass exploded, sending amazingly hot liquid into her bowels.

Suddenly, Lisa's conscious world was overloaded as the biggest orgasm of her life crashed through her being.

Lisa awoke to that warm glow she always felt after having had sex, only this time the glow was incredibly magnified. She opened her eyes slowly, her body was exhausted and sore, especially, her ass. She saw her friend's faces staring down at her in concern.

"You okay!" cried Sara tears running down her face.

"Lisa?" asked Diana also quite teary eyed.

Lisa wiped her own eyes and smiled up at them.

"I must.. I must've passed out!" she groaned, sitting up with their help.

"Are you okay?" asked Sara again.

"Okay? Lisa sighed, smiling at each of her best friends in turn. "I just got fucking up the ass by a 250 pound Saint Bernard.. "

She paused...

"I'm great!"


One day in the farm

One day in the farm
I chat a lot, and one day, being very horny, went into a regular room of mine to see what was up. As usual the pervs starting to message me, wanting to know if I really did dogs. I never talk to just anyone, but one man got my attention.

First of all, he was within a two hour drive. Secondly, he said he had two experienced dogs; a lab and german shepherd, plus a horse. He went on to say that the lab had successfully mated with several women and invited me to visit the next day, a Saturday...I was dripping wet and knew I would visit them the next day. I didn't sleep a wink that night!

I did all I could to be as beautiful as possible. I wore nothing but a red mini dress and red crotchless panties, accessorized with black stilletoes and my lovely tan. After a bit of driving around looking, I finally phoned the man for help. He met me at the head of the hollow, and I followed him to his small farm.

He was pleasant enough looking, but on the heavy side. That wasn't important to me; all i cared about was the hot dog sex I was going to have with one of the most beautiful dogs i have ever seen. Whatever this man wanted, he was going to get it, as long as I got to have his dog. He kept commenting on my beauty as we strolled across the big front lawn to the waiting screen door...

Inside, i sat on the couch and urged the big dog over. He obeyed happily and I spread my legs, showing him my freshly shaved pussy, exposing my clit. He began licking my cunt expertly, looking into my eyes every now and then soulfully.

The master ordered him to put his paws on my shoulders and the dog did what he was told as i eagerly grabbed for his magnificient cock. I stroked it for him (and me lol) until precum oozed from the tip fluidly. The dog, magician like, slid his cock into my cunt hole effortlessly due to my wetness and wanting. I let him fuck me that way a couple of minutes, then guided his big dick to my anus. As he fucked my asshole I took his knot and came hard again and again, him still looking soulfully into my eyes. We were in heaven.

Soon i was on all fours in the floor and the handsome dog was pounding my asshole deliciously, I, begging the master to let me show him how much i appreciated his letting me have this day with his dog and with him. Smiling, he dropped his jeans and his cock protruded from the hole in his boxers. Hungry for his dick and cream, i immediately began to suck it intently and expertly as i felt the animal fuck my anal opening. i was in heaven!!! i asked master to give me his cock and he complied. i sucked the master off three times that day and the dog at least as many times.

I will never forget how awesome it was that day. i got dog cock i needed so badly, as well as man cock! The dog fucked me four times! (3 assholes and 1 pussy fuck before it was all said and done.)

This dog, from a whore ass slut like me, was the best fuck i have had in my life...I sure do wish the old boy would cum visit me with his dog, so we could really have some fun!!!

After spending the day with them, and wondering abuot the shep and the horse, I was still as horny as I had been when i got there! The horse and shepherd were outside when the man and his dog walked me to my truck. I drooled silently, wanting them too, but sensing he was in a hurry, I got in my truck and drove home delighting in the magic of this day.


BBw sex story

BBw sex story
I should have known better than to follow her around the store for too long that afternoon. She was tall, probably around 6'3, in heeled boots, so she was likely 5'10" to 6'0" tall in her bare feet. Her hair was dark brown, curly, just touching her shoulders. In contrast, her eyes were a deep green. She wore a white business jacket, matching skirt and a silk blouse with a floral print. She wasn't skinny or even thin, but "pear shaped", curvy and voluptuous to the point fashion magazine zombies would call her "fat". She looked to be in her late 40's or early 50's and walked with her head up, shoulders back, and so confident.

In a word, she was a "goddess".

I was window shopping at a gifts store, one that carried everything from cheap samurai swords and vintage rock star t-shirts to gag greeting cards and bongs. I heard her heels click on the tile behind me and then her perfume filled my nose. It was strong, slightly sweet but also musky. It was not the type of perfume worn by tweens or young adults. No, this scent was one that demanded attention not begged for it.

I turned around just in time to see her arm pass my head. I'm 5'6, not really that short, but shorter than the norm. At the time, I was in my early 30's and just out of a very short relationship. I didn't know how lonely I was until I saw her very round, teardrop-shaped rear-end and I literally took a deep breath.

She stopped and picked up a music box. It had a mirror inside the lid and as she listened to the song, she looked right at me, catching me staring at her. I thought I saw a smile on her face, but I turned away in embarrassment and walked around to the next aisle.

My mouth was dry. Hands were sweaty. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my chest. No woman had ever had this kind of effect on me and she hadn't even said a word to me yet.

I saw her pass by the end of the aisle and I had to follow her. I wanted to smell her perfume and see her voluptuous body again. She was at the end of the next aisle looking at those brightly colored scarves from India, so I stopped and pretended to be interested in the wind-up toy Elvis that shook its hips in little circles. Again, her perfume filled my nose and it was intoxicating.

I chanced looking over at her. She was wrapping the scarves around in her hand, probably asking herself which one she wanted. Suddenly, she looked up and caught me staring again. She smiled and shook her head. Quickly, I looked back to the toy Elvis in my hand, silently cursing myself for getting caught again. I felt my cheeks burning.

She took one of the scarves and walked around the corner. I told myself, "Just one more smell of that perfume, one more look, and I'll leave before she reports me for stalking her."

My steps quickened and the store became a blur. I didn't care about the trinkets and junk on sale, I just wanted one more smell, one more look.

I was in such a hurry that I didn't pay attention to the sign next to the curtained-off area of the store where she must have gone. Stepping inside, there were six aisles of adult toys and a small fitting room in the rear corner. Vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, hand-cuffs, lingerie, g-strings, it seemed this gift store was one of many that had an "adult section". I turned to leave but I caught a glimpse of my elderly neighbor, Dorothy, walking into the front of the store.

Just my damn luck, I thought. Dorothy was a sweet old lady who'd been widowed for 20 years. She would often ask for my help mowing her lawn or carrying in groceries from the store. In return, she would sometimes wash my clothes and cook me a decent meal. There was no way I was going to let Dorothy see me walking out of the dirty section of the store.

I hurried toward the aisles in the back of the adult section to hide long enough for Dorothy to leave. I didn't see the woman I'd followed anywhere in the adult section but I smelled her perfume. For a moment it made me forget all about Dorothy and instead imagine the tall, curvy beauty smiling at me.

Walking around the aisles I wondered where she went. I wondered if she was something my imagination dreamed up for me. Perhaps she was never real. Maybe I was just lonely.

As I turned the corner near the fitting room, I felt two hands grab my shoulders from behind. The same perfumed filled my nose. It was her. I froze.

She learned forward, put her mouth next to my ear and said in a quiet voice, "You've been following me around, haven't you?"

Still frozen, I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything.

"Just nod if you agree."

Biting my lip, I nodded.

"Do you know what happens to little boys that follow tall, strong woman around stores to stare at their bodies?"

I shook my head.

"Walk though here," she said, opening up a door on the rear wall. It must have been a stockroom since it was full of boxes. "This is my store and I'm sure my security cameras have plenty of video of you following me around to stare at my big ass like some creepy little pervert."

I had no choice. Even if I could get away, there was a good chance my neighbor would see me running out of the adult section. One thing I didn't want was my face plastered all over the mall with the word "pervert" underneath it.

I didn't resist as she guided me through the opened door into the stockroom. Once inside she closed the door. It was darker than the store with walls painted black. Luckily, there was no one else there.

"This way," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me past the rows of boxes to a small office in the back. She closed and locked the door, then took a seat in a big leather chair behind a wooden desk. Pointing to a chair in front of her desk, she said, "Sit."

I did and stared down at my feet unable to look at her.

"What is your name?"

I didn't answer her. It wasn't that I didn't want to speak but that I couldn't. My mouth was too dry.

She must have noticed because she asked me, "Do you need a glass of water?"

I nodded. She got up from her chair and retrieved a bottle of water from a small refrigerator in the corner of her office. Opening it up, she handed it to me.

The first gulp quenched my thirst but I wanted to delay speaking for as long as I could so I just kept drinking. She reached out and took the bottle from me.

"Not too much water, I don't want a urine sample," she said, then continued, "at least not yet."

Returning to her seat, she again asked for my name.

"David," I answered. I started to stand up, blurting out to her, "I'm sorry I was staring at you and made you feel uncomfortable. If you just let me go, you'll never see me again in your store."

"Sit down, David." Her voice was louder, but still controlled, "Now!"

I quickly sat back down. Before I was mostly embarrassed, not I was scared.

She stared at me and then smirked. "What makes you think you made me feel uncomfortable? Do you think my body has never been stared at before? Do you think I don't know you think I'm 'fat'? Well?"

"I don't think you're fat," I said, almost in a whisper. "I think you're a... you're a..."

"Go ahead," she said, "spit it out, boy."

"Goddess." As soon as I'd said it my face blushed red. The word seemed to catch her by surprise.

After a moment, she smiled and shook her head. "So, you weren't staring at me because I'm fat, were you?"

I shook my head.

Learning forward, she put her arms on her desk and laughed. "You were staring at me because my body excites you."

I nodded.

"Well," she said, "there's only one thing to do about that."

Standing up, she walked around to the front of her desk and leaned against it. Using her hand, she lifted up my chin so that our eyes met. "Strip."

I wasn't sure I'd heard her correctly. "What?!!"

"You heard me perfectly," she said, "you're going to take off all of your clothes, David, every little stitch. If you're going to get excited staring at my body then you need a dose of your own medicine. Since I don't get excited by men who are dressed, you're going to have to get naked."

Panic raced through my body. The room felt like it was ice cold. My fingers were numb. I couldn't move.

"Look," she said, "either you get naked right now or I'm going to call the police and tell them I caught a pervert in my store."

I was trapped. I had no choice. I stood up, resigned to my fate. When I looked at her she had this smug look of satisfaction on her face. She had won and she knew it.

I started with my shirt, unbuttoning it and slipping it over my head. I wasn't wearing an undershirt so I was immediately bare from the waist up. She put out her hand and took my shirt from me. Even though the room felt like it was freezing, I crossed my arms over my chest more out of embarrassment than cold.

She stared at me again. "Keep going, David."

I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my belt. My pants were soon around my ankles with my socks. Stepping out of my pants, I handed them to her along with my socks and shoes. Now there was only one piece of clothing before I was totally naked in front of her.

I couldn't do it. I was frozen. I just could take off my underwear. I just wanted to shrink into a little ball and disappear forever.

Standing up, she leaned over and put her hands on each side of my underwear. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. For a second I thought about trying to stop her and running out of the office, then I realized I'd be in an even worse position.

I felt her slip my underwear down and the cold air rush around my midsection. She lifted my feet up one at a time and then took my underwear away. I was now totally naked in front of a tall, voluptuous woman and it showed. I was sexually aroused.

"Well, well, well, David," I heard her say. "It looks like you do find me attractive."

I felt one of her hands on my shoulder while the other hand grabbed my erection. It's a good thing she had a hold of me because I almost fell down when I felt her fingers caress my shaft.

"Look at me," she said quietly, then in a firmer voice, "Now, David!"

I opened my eyes to see her smiling. She was enjoying my embarrassment.

Her lips curled into that familiar smirk. "Do you like me touching your penis?"

I nodded.

"It's not very big, is it?

Startled, I asked her, "What?"

"Your penis, David," she said, "It's not very big."

Truth be told, it wasn't. Like my height, it wasn't that short but shorter than most. I measured my erection when I was 16 at just over 4 inches and it hadn't grown since then. I'd had a few girlfriends in the past but none had ever said anything about the size of my penis so I never really let it bother me. But having her point it out in the way she did, I felt utterly humiliated. I started to shake and my eyes watered.

"How does it feel," she asked me, "to have your body stared at and scrutinized by a stranger?"

Her fingers continued to caress my erection. I swallowed hard and finally answered her, "It's humiliating."

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" She took her hand away from my erection and used her other hand to drag me behind her desk. Sitting down she stood me in front of her. When I tried to put my hands over my naked crotch, she slapped them away. "Now that you know how it feels to be stared at like you were staring at me, you're finally ready to learn your lesson."

I wasn't sure what she meant at first then she opened her desk drawer and took out a paddle. It was wooden, about 3 inches wide and 8 inches long. She played with it in her fingers while looking at me.

"I've had this paddle in my desk for a long time," she said. "You see it actually came with a set but some shoplifter broke open the set and took the other things, leaving this behind because it was probably too big to hide in a pocket or something. Who knew it would come in handy today?"

She grabbed my wrist and with a yank sent over her lap face down. I was looking at her carpeted office floor with my bare ass in the air.

"While my office is private, David, it's not totally soundproof," she said, "So you should try not to make too much noise."

I closed my eyes and tightened my jaw. The first hit struck my right cheek. The second hit my left. I was still holding my breath when the third strike hit me dead center, sending a shock wave into my anus and up my spine, forcing the air out of my lungs. I didn't cry out but instead let out only a quiet whimper. The spanks that followed were a repeat of the first three. She continued paddling me over and over and over. I was squirming all over her lap but her free arm was wrapped around my waist and kept me from moving too far.

After about twenty or so spanks, the stinging didn't hurt any worse but the pain was going deeper and deeper into my bare bottom. My breathing was shallow and rapid, while a cold sweat covered my body. My whimpering and moaning soon gave way to just quiet sobbing. Before I knew it, tears were rolling down my cheeks.

I was crying so hard that I didn't even notice at first that she'd stopped paddling me. It wasn't until she'd helped me stand back up that I realized she'd stopped. I hopped from foot to foot, rubbing my fiery red ass with my two hands. I must have looked completely ridiculous to her.

She looked at me and laughed, shaking her head. "Aren't you the cutest little thing? Dancing in front of me naked after I just paddled your bare bottom and made you sob like a baby."

I was hoping it was all finally over. In my head, I imagined getting dressed quickly, running out of there and never coming back to this mall ever again.

Then she surprised me again. She stood up, reached under her skirt and slid her panties off. When she tossed them onto her desk next to my clothes, I could see the crotch was soaking wet. Paddling me had aroused her. Knowing this sent a shiver through my naked body and my erection immediately returned.

"On your knees," she said, sitting back into her chair. She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs wide. Her vulva was circled by hair and all of it was as soaking wet as her panties. I got down on my knees in front of her. I could smell her scent. If her perfume was intoxicating, then her real scent was overpowering. I leaned forward to inhale her natural smell and licked my lips in anticipation. "Well," she said, "Do want you've wanted to do since the first time you saw me."

I licked her thigh up to her pussy and ran my tongue slowly along her lips. Like her scent, her juices were strong, musky but still sweet. The hairs of her crotch tickled my face as I wiggled around, trying to push back her hood from her clitoris with my tongue. When I felt the bump on my tongue and felt her body tense up, I knew I'd found it. Putting my mouth on her clitoris, I lightly suckled her, using my tongue to firmly push and caress it.

She was soon squirming all over her seat. Her juices filled up her chair underneath her and wet my chin and neck. Her hands reached down to grab my hair, pushing my face harder and harder into her pussy. Her breathing grew louder and more rapid. Her moaning grew constant. Her body tensed up for a few seconds, then shook violently. Her exhale was guttural. Her pussy flooded my mouth with juices and I licked it up, trying to taste as much of her as I could.

"Oh my fucking god, David," she said, pulling me up to cover my face in kisses. "That was amazing! You really do find me 'magnificent', don't you?"

For the first time that day, I wasn't embarrassed or humiliated, but I was... proud. Proud that I'd helped this beautiful sexy woman feel like the goddess she was. If it took some humiliation or embarrassment and a paddling to do it, I would have volunteered again.

"I think you've learned your lesson." She pulled me to my feet so that her face was at the same height as my crotch. Learning forward she took my erection into her mouth. She kept her face pressed against my belly while her tongue licked the head and shaft of my erection. Her hands moved around to hold my bare bottom that was still fiery red from the paddling. She used her nails to scrape my cheeks and push my hips forward. I was on the verge of orgasm when she slipped a finger between my cheeks and flicked it over my anus.

I came with a force that caused me to fall backwards against her desk. She didn't release her mouth but just kept sucking me for every drop until I was empty. When I was finished, she stood up in front of me. She towered over me. Smiling, she reached under my arms and lifted me to my tippy toes. She kissed me, using her tongue to force open my lips. I was enjoying the warmth of her mouth when she pushed my own semen into my mouth. I'd never tasted semen before and was surprised it wasn't disgusting, but just hot and salty. She just kept kissing me, using her tongue to scoop some back up and take it back into her mouth, sharing it with me.

When she finally broke the embrace, she picked up my underwear off of her desk. Using them like a towel, she cleaned us both off and wiped off her chair, she threw them in her desk drawer with the paddle.

She told me to get dressed while pulled her skirt down and took her seat again. It felt weird to put on my pants without any underwear, but I did feel better about being dressed again. She motioned for me to retake my chair in front of her desk. I tried to sit down but my sore bottom made me stand right back up. She let out a giggle that caused me to smile.

"You know, David," she said, "I think we're compatible. You're very passive and I'm, obviously, naturally dominant. It's not easy for a woman of my size and age to find a man that excites me as much as you have. One who won't question my decisions or fight me when I carry them out. I think I want to see you again. Would you like that?"

I nodded.

"Use your words."

"Yes," I said, "I'd like to see you again... um..." It occurred to me that I didn't even know her name.

"Evelyn," she said, reaching out her hand. I shook her hand, realizing how oddly formal this was after what had just happened. "How does a date Friday night sound?"

Rubbing my sore behind through my pants I told her Friday would be great. She asked for my address and telephone number. I happily gave her both. After one more hug and another deep kiss, I turned to leave but she told me to wait. She picked up her wet panties and handed them to me.

"You can enjoy my scent as often as you want," she said, "but when I pick you up Friday, they better be clean."

Curiosity got the better of me. "What if they're not?"

"Then you'll get an even worse spanking," she said, grabbing my hair in her fingers, "and I won't let you keep my wet panties after our date."

I couldn't wait for Friday.


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