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Dab was your average nerd that always does well. He did well in basic school and also in high school, now he was in his third year in college and was as most people thought still doing amazingly well. Dab parents were happy when he got a scholarship to one of the best college in the state for two reasons the got to spend less money and they could have their ‘fun’, Dab on the other hand couldn’t wait to go, but i doubt he was ready for the experience that was waiting
It all started from his dorm room, where his roommate, for the third year now, use to go out and come back in and tease Dab about not getting any. It’s not that Dab was not interested in the opposite sex but whenever he tries to talk to a girl he likes, he fails to find words or make complete sentences even though he’s a straight A English person, thus Dab had not even had a girlfriend. Dab stood at 5 8′ and had dark hair to complement his brown complexion right throughout. He was not a knock out at first glance but he was cute. Although being extremely bright, dab was dunce, he knew nothing when it came unto sex, except that he got hard down there when he saw a girl and that they had a vagina that got wet; he learnt it in science class. Other than that he was clueless but that was all about to change.
It was Thursday night, games night gaziantep rus escort at all dorms and the executives for the dorms provided the since they weren’t allowed to have none in the dorms. It was a pack of playing cards that was given to them on this night. Who knew that these cards would change Dab’s life
He and his roommate looked at them and an idea flashed into Trae’s mind instantly, he remembered when he was at home he used to play cards with his with his older brothers but they both would dare the loser which was always him to do stuff like throw water on his mother, flash his dick to the neighbours, doing their chores and stuff like that, stuff that would get him in trouble, amuse them or give them time to spare. now looking at these cards he felt the urge to play like that and turn the tables on to someone else so after the game was decided he told Dab about the twist. Listening to the rules Dab quickly liked it and started thinking waht he would make his roommate do so he agreed. The game was go fish so it was decided that whosoever won the best out of five games would be the one to give the dare. Trae thought it would be a blw out since he had more experience at cards and that was shown as he quickly wrapped up the first two games, he only needed one more game to win and kinda got restless thus Dab won the other two back. Seeing this Trae got serious but his roommate had gotten the knack of the game so it was mighty close but Trae got the better of Dab. He had already formed his dare so after he won he told him that he dared him to sneak into the track and fields girls locker room after the girls went for practice and stay there untill they all came back and left from a locker he would place him in. Now Dab was wishing that he never accepted the request at the beginning and just played normal cards but he could not back down now and slept little thinking about what he had gotten himself into.
That was how he got himself into this locker in the first place. it had been a while since he was in the small space and knew that the girls would be pilling back in soon. As he stood in the locker he noticed that he could see all of the showers and almost half of the entrance door, here was were he was looking when the silence was assassinated by the chattering and footsteps of the athletes coming into the room.
As they entered he could hear them talk about their practice and who was well from who was not and he watched them until they started to strip and get in the showers and from his angle was treated to a great deal of pussies, breasts and nipples. he felt himself getting hard at his first sight at not one but a lot pussies and their talk quickly changed from to sex to who was fucking whom, and who was going to get fucked after leaving. Dab couldn’t believe his luck but just as soon as it started it was over as the girls came out dressed and left with their asses teasing him. as the last girl left he thought it was over his dare passed and was about to get out when, the twins he admired so much but couldn’t talk to them entered and closed the door behind them with a key. Seem that the coach trusted his star girls that much. as soon as the door was closed something Dab never expected happened, they were kissing and striping each other as they got in the shower and started soaping each other up only stopping their kiss to catch their breath and reach other places that couldn’t be reached in an embrace.
Then they rinsed and came out and one bent over and Dab got a clear side view of her fat pussy before her sister pushed a finger in her, He felt his dick throb and he moaned but luckily it was soft so they never heard but when she her mouth on it and started sucking Dab moaned again, hearing himself he recognized how loud he was and wondered if the girls had heard, his question was answered when he saw the girls look quizzically at each other then get up and started opening the lockers………….

To be continued

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So this man asked me out

by Vanessa Evans

Okay, so it was more like he told me where and when to meet him.

Part 1

I was having a drink in a pub with two of my girl friends when one of them told me that a guy standing at the bar with two of his mates was staring at me and had been for the last half hour.

I couldn’t understand why he would want to stare at me because there is nothing special about me. Both my mates are prettier than me and they have bigger tits. What’s more they were both wearing dresses that were shorter than my skirt and both dresses were low cut revealing a lot of cleavage whereas I was wearing a blouse that was showing nothing.

I shrugged off Jenny’s comment telling her that she needed to go to specsavers and thought no more of it.

Anyway, about fifteen minutes later I needed to go to the rest room and on the way there I got intercepted by the guy who apparently had been staring at me.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m John, meet me here tomorrow at 7 p.m.”

Then he turned and went back to his mates.

I just stood there for a couple of seconds trying to convince myself that I had heard what I thought that I had heard. Then I went and relieved myself and freshened up.

Back with my mates I told them what had happened. Jenny asked me if I would go back there tomorrow whilst Rose told me that I just had to go back tomorrow.

“No,” I replied, “it was a wind-up, he was just trying to make me look stupid.”

“The way he has been staring at you all night I don’t think so.” Jenny said. “What have you got to loose?”

“My dignity, my life.” I replied.

“Tell you what, we’ll come with you but as soon as we get inside Jenny and I will go and sit well away from you. If things go tits up we’ll be there to rescue you.” Rose said.

I thought for a few seconds then agreed with them.

“What am I letting myself in for?” I asked myself.

I guess that I should tell you a bit about myself. I’m Jade. I’m a bit on the short side, I’m skinny and flat chested 32AA 28 32. I have shoulder length light brown hair. I am 160 cm tall and I weigh just 44 Kilos. I am smaller in every respect compared to my friends. I’m nineteen and I have a nothing job in an office and I live in a little flat on my own – long story. Oh, and I don’t have a boyfriend unlike Rose and Jenny.

Our conversation change subject to talk about another of our friends who had just told us that she was pregnant and didn’t know who the father was.

On our way home Jenny asked me if I was going to go to the pub tomorrow and Rose chipped in, again telling me that I definitely should. They kept pestering me until I said that I would.

*****

“Hi,” John said as he walked up to me, “I didn’t know if you’d come.”

“I wasn’t going to but my mates persuaded me.”

“Remind me to thank them when I meet them.”

“You think that you’re going to be around long enough to meet my friends then?”

“Oh yes, you and I are going to be an item for years to come.”

“You think so?”

“I do. So what do I call you?”

“Jade.”

“Such a nice name Jade, and if you remember I’m John and I’m very pleased to meet you Jade.”

And he put his hand out for me to shake which I did, feeling a firm and positive shake.

“Nice soft hands Jade, is the rest of you that soft?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out John.”

“And I will Jade, I’m going to run my hands all over every bit of your naked body.”

“And just what will I be doing while you are groping me?”

“You’ll be sucking my cock, and it won’t be groping it will be sensually caressing you.”

“And just where will we be when we are ravishing each other?”

“On a romantic beach or meadow enjoying the sun on our naked bodies.”

”Well you certainly seem to have got it all worked out John but what makes you so sure that it will all happen?”

“Because we make the ideal couple, the beautiful you and the handsome me, just like Barbie and Ken.”

“Woah there John, comparing me to Barbie is just crazy and all this talk this about dominating me, is it just a facade? Do you really want to dominate me?”

“Who says that it is a facade? And don’t you think that I look like Ken?”

“How the hell do you even know about Barbie and Ken, you’re a bloke?”

“I have a younger sister. Don’t you want me to dominate you Jade, make you my slave, my gang-bang queen, my bukkake queen, my flashing queen, my orgasm queen, make you my exhibitionistic nymphomaniac who wants to orgasm none stop for hours every day, let the whole world know that you will do anything for me?”

“Wow John, I don’t know what to say. You’ve certainly got some unusual chat up lines, do they work with many girls?”

“A few but I think that it’s working with you Jade.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Well you’re still here for starters and I bet that your knickers are wet. Tell you what Jade, prove that you are interested in what I’m offering you by taking your knickers off right here and now.”

“WHAT!? You’re crazy John.”

“Maybe but do you want me to give you what I’m offering?”

I was stunned, what John was offering sounded soo exciting and my life was definitely boring but it was crazy, he could never deliver what he was saying, could he? And would I really want to do all this crazy things, were some of them even legal? My mind was in turmoil. I just sat there for a couple of minutes then without realising what I was doing I slid my hands up the sides of my skirt and started to pull my thong down. I even lifted my butt so that it would get to my thighs.

“This is crazy.” I said, “I hardly know you and you’ve got me taking my knickers off in the middle of a pub.”

“That’s because you want all the things that I’m offering you Jade, an exciting life doing things that you never even considered, things that will give lots of orgasms every day, pushing yourself beyond your widest dreams and letting the world see that gorgeous body.”

“What makes you think that I have a gorgeous body John?” I said as I balled my thong in my hand only to have John take it from me and sniff it.”

“Stand up Jade.”

I did.

“Turn around slowly.”

I did a slow 360.

“I can see your body with my x-ray vision and I can smell your beauty.” John replied as he sniffed my thong again.

I actually blushed a little as I sat down again.

Jenny and Rose were sat quite a way behind John but in my peripheral vision I saw Jenny stand up, look over to me and the point to the ladies room.

“I need to go to the rest room John.” I said as I stood up again.

“Don’t make yourself cum whilst you’re in there Jade, that’s my job from now on.”

“In your dreams buster.” I said as I started walking towards the rest room feeling a little strange not having any knickers on.

“So how’s it going Jade?” Jenny asked.

“I don’t know Jenny, I’ve never met a man like him, he’s already told me that I’m going to be his sex slave and that he’s going to make me want to be fucked and cum all the time and he says that he’s going to grope me and finger me and put me on display when we’re out in public.”

“Nice, I always fancied cumming in public but Geoff is too scared to even touch me in public.”

He’s already talked me into giving him my knickers.”

“You haven’t got any knickers on? Prove it girl, this all sounds too good to be true.”

I lifted the front of my skirt up giving Jenny a quick flash of my bald pubis and the front of my slit.

“Bloody hell girl, you sound to have struck gold there Jade.”

“I don’t know Jenny, do you really think that he’ll make me do all those sex things? I mean, some of them I’ve never even heard of, and he wants me to do them in public, that’s crazy.”

“But as sexy as hell Jade, you’d be an idiot to not at least try them, you can always tell him to fuck off and come back to your old boring life if it gets too much for you.”

“I don’t know Jade but I’d be so embarrassed and humiliated, and I might even get locked up.”

“But at least you’d have tried to have a romantic, sexy, exciting life, not like my boring life with Geoff.”

“Why don’t you dump Geoff and go out with John instead?”

“No Jade, he was interested in you so he’s yours, assuming you let him get in your knickers. Oh wait, you sort of already have and you only met him a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah, okay, he’s a smooth talker, maybe he would want you as well, finger fuck us both in public at the same time.”

“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself Jade, this John maybe all mouth and no cock.”

“Oh he has a cock, I’ve seen the bulge in his trousers.”

“Maybe it was a dildo just to make you think that he’s got a big cock. You need to find out if it’s real, you should let him fuck you to find out.”

“You know that I don’t jump into someone’s bed that easily Jenny.”

“It gaziantep travesti sounds like you might not even make it to his place before he fucks you Jade.”

“I’d better get back Jenny, he might think that I’ve done a runner.”

“Go on Jade, you don’t want to miss your chance for a good fuck.”

“Jenny, you know that I’m not like that.” I said as I left the ladies room.

John was still sat there and I saw that he’d got us both another drink.

“You haven’t put some date rape drug in my drink while I was away have you John?”

“Hell no Jade, I have no need for that kind of thing, you want me to fuck you don’t you Jade?

When I didn’t answer him he continued,

“So did you make yourself cum in the ladies room Jade, you were in there long enough.”

“No I didn’t, I’m not like that.”

“Oh yes you are Jade, you just don’t know it yet. I bet that you’re all wet Jade. Come on, spread those legs and let me confirm that.”

“No.” I said but my knees were already moving apart.

I gasped as his hand went straight up under my skirt and to my pussy.

“Yep, just as I suspected Jade, dripping, you’d better lift the back of your skirt up so that you’re not sat on it. You don’t want a big wet patch on the back of it. Come on, lift that cute butt of yours.”

Just like with my knees I did lift my butt and John pulled up my skirt so much that I saw my slit before I grabbed the hem and pulled it back down a bit.

“Don’t do that John, you’ll get me arrested.”

“No you won’t get arrested Jade.” John said as his hand went back up my skirt.

This time it was a moan not a gasp that came out of my mouth.

“See, I told you Jade, you liked that didn’t you?”

I blushed and said,

“Stop it John.”

“You don’t mean that Jade, you’re one of those girls that says ‘no’ but means ‘yes’ aren’t you?”

I said nothing as John’s fingers continued rubbing my clit and invading my hole and no more that two minutes later I was cumming on John’s hand and struggling to keep quiet and still.

“Told you.” John said when he finally pulled his hand out and let me look at it before he stuck his fingers into my mouth, me having, yet again, done something instinctively by opening my mouth then sucked my juices off his fingers.

“You taste good don’t you Jade?” John stated.

“Yes.” I quietly replied.

“Now go to the ladies and take that bra off, that top looks a little too tight for you to take the bra off here. I don’t like bras and I don’t want to see you wearing one ever again.”

My jaw dropped but it was definitely the day for doing things without thinking first because I stood up, straightened my skirt and did just what I had been told to do. This time Jenny didn’t follow me and I left my bra in the trash can. As I walked back both Jenny and Rose gave me the thumbs up.

“Much better Jade, if you’re wearing a top I want to see those big pokies every day.”

“Are you trying to get me naked in this pub John?” I asked.

“Nope, if I was you’d be naked by now Jade, we’ll save that for another time.”

“Seriously John, you’d have me be totally naked in a pub?”

“Of course, what’s wrong with that? You’ve got it so flaunt it.”

“But what about my embarrassment?”

“You’ll soon get over that Jade.”

“Oh I will will I?”

“Yes, just like you’re already getting over not wearing knickers and a bra. The world hasn’t ended because you haven’t got any on has it?”

“No.” I quietly replied.

“Finish your drink Jade, we have places to be, things to do.”

“Oh yes, and what would those be John?”

“I’m going to take you out to the car park to near my car then I’m going to take that top and skirt off you and fuck you over the front of my car. Then I’m going to take you to my place where I’m going to fuck your brains out all night.”

“Wow, think you can last that long do you John?”

“Oh I know that I can and by tomorrow morning you will as well. And by tomorrow night, after I’ve fucked you all day as well, you will will need a rest before we start all over again.”

“But we can’t do that John, I’ve got a job, I need to go to work tomorrow.”

“No you don’t Jade, you’ve just quit your job.”

“You definitely are crazy John. I should just go home now before you tell me that I’m never going to wear any clothes ever again and that your cock is going to spend ninety-nine percent of its life inside me.”

“That’s a great idea Jade, I just knew that you’d come round to my way of thinking, after all, it’s what you want as well.”

“You’re crazy John.”

“Maybe, but you like what you’ve heard so far Jade and here you are, with no underwear on and producing gallons of lubrication just waiting for me to fuck you.”

“I am not.”

“Jade, telling lies is naughty and naughty girls get their bottom spanked.”

“So you’re going to spank me as well now are you John?”

“I am if you tell me another lie, I’m not that bad, I’ll give you one more chance.”

“I need to go to the rest room again, back in a minute.”

“Don’t play with it Jade.”

Jenny and Rose both saw me get up and they were in the ladies room when I got there.

“Now what does he want you to take off Jade?” Rose asked. “He doesn’t want you to go back out there topless does he? That would be soo cool Jade.”

“No, no, he’s just threatened to spank me if I tell another lie.”

“Then keep telling them Jade, a red and hot butt is a nice feeling.”

“Seriously. No, he’s told me that I’ve just quit my job as well.”

“Going to be a kept woman as well, lucky you.” Rose said.

“What do you think I should do, it’s scary.”

“Your wet thighs are telling me what you want to do girl and I agree with you, go for it, you’re only young once and if it does go tits up you can always get another job.” Jenny said.

“But tell him that he’s paying the rent on your place just in case things don’t work out.” Rose added.

I stayed silent for a few seconds then said,

“Okay, you’re right, I’m going to have a totally awesome time and the sex is going to be out of this world.”

“That’s my girl. Don’t loose you phone and keep updating us.”

“I will.” I said as I gave them both a quick hug then went back to John.

“You didn’t play with yourself did you Jade?”

“No I didn’t.”

“I know you didn’t, I can tell by your face. Come on, prepare to get fucked in the car park Jade.”

John had my top off before we got to the car park and I was stepping out of my skirt halfway across the car park. He bent me over the front of his car and rammed his cock inside me. I didn’t see his cock but it felt big enough as it went in and out of me me not too many times before I felt him dump a load of his seed inside me causing me to have the strongest orgasm that I’ve had for a long time.

“Get into the car Jade.” John said when he thought that I could understand him.

“What about my clothes?” I replied as he opened the door for me to get in.

“Leave them, you can get some more in a few days when you need some.”

I saw my skirt and top still on the ground as we drove out of the car park and I hoped that Jenny and Rose would see them and look after them for me.

“John,” I said, “I’m naked in the front of your car and were driving along the road.”

“And?”

“And it’s illegal.”

“Yes it is, put your seat belt on.”

I did.

“Now it’s not illegal.” John said.

I gave up and looked at the inside of the car then said,

“Nice car John, have you got loads of money?”

“It’s a Lexus LC Convertible and I’ve got enough money to keep you naked for the rest of your life Jade.”

“You’re not going to let me put some clothes on then?”

“Have you got any clothes with you Jade?”

“No.”

“Well I guess that you’ve just answered your own question. By the way Jade, did I say that I was happy that you shave?”

“No, and good because there’s no way that I’m going to grow a bush again, not even for you.”

“That’s good Jade, we’ll let it grow a bit then laser it all off permanently.”

“That’s the first sensible thing that you’ve said to me John. Where are we going?”

“My place, and everything that I’ve told you that I am going to do to you will start to happen.”

“Wow, if this car is anything to go by you must have a big place.”

“Big enough for you and me.”

A few minutes later I confirmed that it was big. The gates opened automatically as we approached them then John stopped the car outside a huge door. I lost count of the number of windows on the front of the house before John opened my door and held out a hand to help me out. I should have been careful to keep my legs together but not only wasn’t I thinking, but I didn’t care as well, the man had just fucked me and I didn’t have any clothes to put on. But at the moment I didn’t care that I was naked.

My jaw dropped as we walked through the front door, the place was huge but I didn’t get the chance to see much of it because John took me straight up to his bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.

“So is this the part where you fuck my brains out?” I asked.

“Yes it is, well the first time that you get your brains fucked out.” John replied as he stripped naked and I confirmed that his cock is quite big.

*****

Dawn was breaking as we nearly crawled into the huge bathroom and then into the huge walk-in shower. It felt wonderful and it even eased the slight soreness between my legs. John was making a half-hearted attempt to finger fuck me but he was as tired as I was.

Somehow we managed to get dried and get back to the bed.

It was the middle of the afternoon when my eyes opened again to confirm that it was John’s cock that was fucking me from behind because I had fallen asleep on my front.

When John saw that I was awake he pulled out of me, rolled me over then lifted my legs and pushed them back so that my feet were behind my head then he rammed his cock into me again, this time keeping fucking me until I orgasmed again.

When I was still up there he pulled out and his mouth went straight to my pussy where he chewed my clit and tongue fucked me to keep my orgasm going for longer than ever before. Then as I finally started to come down from my high his tongue left me only to be replace by his cock which took me back up there until he dumped yet another load inside me.

“Jeez,” I said when I was finally able, “I never knew that men could produce so much semen so quickly.”

“You’ve seen nothing yet baby, sometimes you’ll be able to float a boat in there.”

“I’ll look forward to that.”

“Yeah, but not right now, I need some coffee, you need to make a phone call then I’ll give you the tour of your new home.”

“You really are a cocky bastard aren’t you John?”

“I am, but that’s why you love me and will spend the rest of your life with me.”

We got off the bed and John led me by the hand downstairs and to the kitchen where I grabbed some sheets from the paper kitchen towel roll and stuffed them between my legs.

“This is your fault John.”

“No it’s yours Jade, you make me cum so much.”

“And you’ve made me cum more times in the last twenty four hours that ever before.”

“Good, get used to it girl. Now, this is the coffee machine and this is how it works.”

I was glad that he explained it because I’d never seen one like that before. As the coffee was brewing I looked around, the kitchen alone was bigger than the whole of my flat and the equipment was amazing.

“Where did you leave you phone Jade?”

“I think that it’s in my bag which I seem to remember leaving in your car.”

“Go and get it, you need to make that call.”

“Duh, no clothes.”

“Duh, so what?”

“Seriously, you expect me to go outside to your car like this?”

“Yep, outside naked.”

“Really?”

“Jade, go now or I’ll tan your backside.”

“That’s twice that you’ve threatened to spank me John.”

“Yeah, and that’s one more chance than I expected to give you so if you don’t want a red butt get yourself out there, the car’s not locked.”

I opened the front door and stuck my head out. I was as nervous as hell as I slowly walked towards the car with my head going from side to side all the time as I scanned the whole area for any signs of life. Thankfully the car wasn’t locked and my bag was still in the passenger’s footwell. I grabbed it, shut the car door and ran back to the house.

Unfortunately, the door was locked and I didn’t know if it was my fault or if John had deliberately locked me out. Whichever it was I banged on the door and shouted,

“LET ME IN.”

After I’d shouted that twice I heard John say,

“Make the phone call then you can come in.”

“Please John, let me in.”

“Phone call.”

“Shit, okay, okay.”

I stood there, totally naked outside the front door of a house that I hadn’t a clue where it was and dialled my work.

“Oh hi, this is Jade Peterson, can you put me through to HR please?”

“HR, Wendy speaking.”

“Hi Wendy, Jade Peterson, you’re probably been told that I’m not there today and that it wasn’t planned holiday.”

“Yes Jade, are you sick or something?”

“Or something, sorry, but something has cropped up and I’m not going to be able to work there any more.”

“You need to work two weeks notice Jade.”

“Sorry, but that isn’t going to happen, I’m not coming back.”

“Oh, well in that case I wish you well in whatever you are going to be doing.”

“Bye.”

“There John, it’s done, I don’t have a job any more, you had better be serious about looking after me, and can you please let me in.”

The door opened and I saw the still naked John with a huge boner. My face had just managed to smile by the time John had picked me up and lowered me so that his cock went inside me. Then he pushed the door shut and carried me, still impaled on his cock with my legs wrapped round his waist, into the kitchen where he sat on a stool and lowered me enough for me to bottom out on him.

“Is this how you treat all the girls that come to your front door John?” I asked.

“Only the naked ones.”

“Lots of those is there?”

“Enough to satisfy me.”

Then he kissed me, a long passionate kiss complete with tongue wrestling.

When the kiss broke John said,

“I will look after you until your dying day Jade Peterson. I can say that now that I know your full name, mine’s John Douglas by the way.”

“Pleased to meet you John Douglas.” I said, leaning back a bit so that I could put my hand out for him to shake even though I was still fully impaled on his cock.

“And I’m pleased to meet you Jade Peterson. Do you impale yourself on every guy that you meet?”

“Only the naked ones.”

“I can see that I’m going to have to keep an eye on you Jade, you’re going to be naked when you meet lots of men and I don’t want you fucking all of them.”

“But some of them is okay is it? And I’m going to meet all these men totally naked am I?”

“Yes, and you’ll be in the throws of an orgasm when you meet some of them.”

“Oh yes, and how is that going to happen?”

“You’re going to have a remote controlled vibrator inside you and I will be controlling it and making you cum whenever I want.”

“Well if you don’t stop twitching that cock of yours inside me I’m going to cum here and now.”

“It’s working, good.”

It did work and a short time later he dumped yet another load of seed inside me just as I too was cumming.

“Pour me some fresh, hot coffee please Jade.” John said as his soft cock slid out of me.

“Yes Master.” I said as I got up and went to the coffee machine.

“Good to hear that you are getting the terminology right Jade.”

“What do you mean?”

“You called me by the right title?”

“Seriously, you expect me to call you Master?”

“Not all the time, just when I’m ordering you to do something.”

“Wow.”

“You’re a submissive Jade and I’m dominant, so yes.”

“I’m a submissive am I?”

“Yes you are Jade, and you are going to give yourself to me totally, one hundred percent, do absolutely everything that I tell you Jade regardless of whether or not it embarrasses, humiliates or disgusts you. You body is now mine to do with as I wish and you will want me to do whatever I want with it.”

“Wow, maybe I need something stronger than coffee to drink?”

“No Jade, it’s what you want and you already know it. Now grab your coffee and think about what I’ve just said while I show you round your new home.”

It was difficult to think about anything other than what I was seeing but I did conclude that he was right, and what’s more I was enjoying it. I felt like I was really starting to get to know the real me and getting to like John more and more.

As I said before, it’s a big house, very big. Apart from the usual rooms there was a smallish swimming pool and one room that John called the games room. It was empty but it could easily accommodate a big pool table and a lot more. Another room that John called the workout room had just a couple of workout machines in it and when John showed it to me he told be that he also owned a gym in town that we’d be going to. He said that he used those machines there nearly every day and went to his gym at least once per week.

He also told me that he’d be getting more machines in there and that I was going to use them every day.

John opened another door and I saw that it led to the garage that was big enough to take half a dozen cars. One corner of it had a carpet and there were metal rings on the walls and ceiling.

What are the rings for John?”

“They’ve been waiting for you Jade.”

“What?”

“Waiting for the right girl to come along and here you are. We’ll soon have you swinging from those rings.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry about it Jade, just remember that they are there, you’ll figure it out and find a use for those rings.”

There was just so much to take in that I decided to forget about the rings.

We left our mugs in the kitchen and went up the wide stairs. John following me and groped at my pussy as we went. At the top he showed me four big bedrooms, all with their own bathroom. Apart from his bedroom there was one room that I hadn’t seen in and when John opened the door I just stood there in amazement. I was looking at a long desk with six huge computer monitors attached to the wall behind the desk. Each monitor was switched on and obviously connected to one or more computers because they were all displaying all sorts of data. Not videos or images, data.

“What is all that?” I asked.

“My job, this is how I make my money, those monitors are displaying information from the money markets all around the world.”

“Wow, I haven’t a clue what all that means.”

“You don’t need to know the details, I’ll give my new PA a summary in the next week or two just in case the taxman decided to question her to justify her huge salary.”

“So when do I meet your new PA, is she beautiful and do you have her running around the house naked like me?”

“Give me your hand Jade.”

I did and he led me to his bedroom and to the big mirror on the wall. As we were going there he told me that his new PA would be walking all around the house totally naked and that I wasn’t to get jealous.

I was stood in front of the mirror with John behind me, his hand round me and cupping my little tit (John is around twenty cm taller than me) when he said,

“Jade, I’d like you to meet my new PA, Jade, this is Jade.”

The penny dropped and I said,

“Me, a PA?”

“Yes Jade, you’ll be registered as an employee just as soon as you leave my body alone long enough to do it.”

“Me leave you alone, that’s a bit rich from the guy who’s dumped at least twenty loads of sperm inside me in the last twenty four hours.”

“All your fault Jade for being so beautiful and begging me to fuck you, and we’ll talk about your body some other time.”

“I’ve never begged you to fuck me and what’s wrong my body?”

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your body, it’s beautiful, but you will beg me to fuck you, there will be times when you would commit murder just so that you can get my cock inside you, but that’s going off the subject, you are my new PA with a salary of 100,000 Cayman Island dollars per year, not that you will need to spend any of it, I will give you a company credit card with no limit on it.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say except that,

“What are Cayman Island dollars, is it monopoly money?”

“No, Cayman Island dollars are good, about 90,000 British Pounds, I have a friendly bank manager there who keeps telling the British taxman that my account only has enough in it to cover monthly salaries.”

“And are you about to tell me that you have a huge villa in the Cayman Islands as well?”

“Actually yes, we’ll be going there when the weather gets cold here, I can run my business from anywhere in the world.”

“Wow, John, I don’t know what to say other than please fuck me, I’m begging you, please fuck me.”

He led me over to his bed and pushed me onto it and rammed his cock into me then he fucked me until we’d both cum again.

By that time I’d lost count of the number of times that John had fucked me in the last twenty four hours.

We lay on the bed with me half on him, enjoying just laying there on him.

“Yes,” I thought, I’m going to enjoy living with this man.”

After a while John eased himself from under me and said,

“As much as I want to fuck your brains out again, I need to do some work, I have phone calls to make and goods to order as well as making some more money. Jade, is it safe to leave you alone in the house, you won’t put all the valuable in the back of my car and drive off will you?”

“How can I John, I haven’t got any clothes?”

“And that’s something else we need to do Jade, measure you for some clothes. I’ll get the computer to measure you sometime in the next couple of days, you won’t need any clothes for at least a week.”

“!, I, I’ll be right here John.” I replied, too stunned to think of anything else to say.

“It’s okay Jade, you can wander around, make yourself at home, after all it is your home now. Go outside, have a wander around before it starts to get chilly, do what you want, I’ll shout for you if I need you.”

With that John put on some boxers and left the room.

It was the first time that I had been fully relaxed without being asleep, but regardless of how many times I told my brain to stop thinking it would start again in a few minutes. I got up and went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. As I waited for the water to warm up I looked in the mirror and pinched my butt to confirm that I wasn’t dreaming.

The shower felt good and for what seemed like twenty four hours my pussy felt dry, albeit a little sore from so much fucking in such a short time.

After drying myself I again looked in the mirror as my eyes instantly went to the parts of my body that I like the least, my waist was a little too large for my liking, my pussy was a little too puffy, my inner lips were way too big for my liking.

“But John must like me like this,” I thought, “I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.”

Resigning myself to accept that I was what I was, I left the bathroom and started to wander around at my own pace, giving me time to absorb everything and by the time I got to the kitchen I was starting to accept that it wasn’t all a dream, even walking around the house totally naked didn’t feel as weird as it first had.

I headed for the swimming pool thinking that I might just have a quick dip but when I got there I looked outside and it still looked to be a nice day. I opened a door to outside and discovered that it was still warm.

“Dare I?” I thought. “John said that I could go outside but I’m naked, I can’t go outside naked, it’s just not done.”

I looked around outside and couldn’t see anyone, not even another house.

“No I can’t.” I thought. “Why not? John said that I could and I’ve never done it before. But it’s so wrong. No, that doesn’t matter now, I’ve got John to look after me and he says that’s it’s okay.”

And I stepped outside, my hand immediately moving to cover my tits and pussy.

The evening sun felt nice on my skin as I looked around to make sure that no one was seeing me. After a couple of minutes I started to relax a little then thought,

“This isn’t as scary as I thought, dare I walk around a bit.”

The internal debate went on for a few seconds then I slowly started walking, and looking all around. It seemed like hours but it must have only taken me a few seconds to walk to the flower bed, and the world still hadn’t ended.

Everything was so deadly quiet so I took a few more steps, then some more. Stopping again I looked around and saw no one and I could hear no one. I slowly lowered my hands and to be honest I felt good, sort of free and liberated. I listened then looked around again then thought,

“Wow, this feels good, naughty but good, so exhilarating but what if someone sees me? Jeez, I’ll crap myself. Sod it, this is John’s garden and no one is around so I can be naked here.”

I cautiously relaxed and started looking around, not for people, but at what there was in and around the garden. The garden was nothing special but well kept and I imagined John pushing a lawnmower and pulling weeds out. The other side the fence I could see trees, lots of them. It looked like John’s house had been built into the side of a forest.

A noise startled me and I chickened out and ran back to the house with my heart pounding. Looking back outside I saw nothing and cursed myself for being so stupid but at the same time I decided that I had been brave enough for one day. I looked at the swimming pool then dipped a foot into it, it felt warm.

“Shall I?” I thought. “Sod it, John said I could.” And I dove in.

And that was another nice feeling that I had never experienced before, the water rushing passed my nipples and pussy felt good, really good. I splashed around and swam underwater from side to side and end to end, it not being very long.

When I got out I looked for a towel and found a pile of them in a cupboard. I got dried then thought about wrapping the towel around me but John had said that I could to be naked all the time so I dumped the towel in the hamper and went to look for John.

Outside the door to his office I could hear that he was talking to someone, presumably on the phone so turned and went back downstairs. I’d only been down stairs for a minute when the doorbell rang.

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5: Seriously, the problem with obsessions is you can easily become obsessed by them. One minute you think you’re finally beginning to get a hang of things, then suddenly something comes along and you find yourself with your dick hanging out and fapping in the wind.  BAM. Just like that. The weird shit that you’re not supposed to think about suddenly becomes the new normal which you find is way better than the old normal.

Things like fucking your own Mom. Now a complete obsession in my life. Whatever I do. Wherever I go. It’s all I think about. Are we going to fuck, suck, lick or fondle each other when she gets home from work and me from College? Where are we going to do it? On my bed? Her bed? In the shower? In the kitchen? On top of the washer dryer set to spin? Fuck, I’d even do it in the back seat of our car in the middle of the local Wallmart parking lot. Like I said. Obsession. Anytime. Anywhere. So long as my dick is in her pussy and we’re making that old sweet love juice together I’m one happy camper.

It’s all about the shared experience between you and the person you’re fucking or being fucked by. I soon discovered that Mom was an expert in such matters and knew exactly what to say at exactly the right moment.

“But sweetie,” complained Mom, “What about the MEATLOAF?!”

The what? Meatloaf? Screw the meatloaf. The damned meatloaf could go swing for all I cared. Right now there were far more important things to take care of than the fucking meatloaf.  

Mom was still wearing her orange oven mitts as I deftly maneuvered her out of the kitchen towards the sitting room where I intended to have my wicked way with her despite her feeble protestations. Determined,  I bent her over the left-hand arm of the sofa so that her blue tartan skirted ass was higher than her head as she twisted around to see what I was up to. “Sorry, Mom,” I grunted as I tugged frantically at my zipper with one hand as I impatiently yanked up her skirt with the other, “Got to stick my dick up you asap or my nuts will explode. I’ve been going crazy thinking about that pussy of yours all day in College!”

There is a time and place for everything and that time and place was right here right now as I impatiently wriggled out of my jeans with my underwear following in swift order. Free at last, my long schlong bounced and bobbed this way and that like some sort of penile Jack in the Box as I shuffled forward and crouched behind my Mothers ass. Slipping my thumbs into the waistband of her snug fit white panties, I tugged them down and off so that I could push her thighs further apart as I drooled at the sight of her waiting split peach with its cute blonde quiff. Christ on a bike. Will you just look at the fanny on that. The way my libido was cranking through the gears, I’d be lucky to last five fucking minutes going at that thing.

Mom brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes as she saw my magic wand rising menacingly over her wriggling backside. “But not when I’m cooking dinner, sweetie,” she sighed, glancing between my purple face and my elongated purple headed pussy plunger, “Seriously, this is getting a little ridiculous.  You’ve been all over me for two whole days now!”

Come on. Get real. She was the one who said she would take care of my not so little problem. She must have known how I was going to react when she said I could have sex with her. We’re talking full house bingo here, people. Once she had decided to open her legs for me then all bets were off. So don’t blame me, Mother of mine. Blame this juicy pussy of yours that’s been on my horny little mind non-stop for all of those forty odd plus hours. 

Realizing that I was way beyond talking any sense to, Mom reached back with her oven mitts and pulled her firm buttcheeks apart revealing even more of her saucy secrets to my rapt lusty gaze, “Got a serious case of blue balls, Mom,” I gasped, “Really need to pump some of this spunk deep inside that pussy of yours.” That was the understatement of all fucking time.

Twitching, my hips automatically jerked forward so that my rock hard boner slid into the dark valley between her quivering ass cheeks so that the length of it rubbed suggestively along the divide lightly kissing the rosebud of her crinkly brown asshole that had already become THE obsession amongst many for me. Feeling me reaming her ass crack, Mom turned her head and looked over her shoulder with a knowing look in her eyes.

“Another time maybe,” she murmured as she raised her hips so that the head of my penis slipped back into the halo of her now sopping sex, “This is all for medicinal purposes remember,” she reminded me, “Just make sure you stir the pot real good before you blow your load inside me.”

For medicinal purposes. To help ease my ball ache. Sure. Okay. Whatever. But that was one “another time maybe” raincheck I was definitely going to hold her to. The very idea of shoving my eight-plus inch cock into her tight mommy ass had me literally drooling with anticipation due to my over-active imagination. Ass fucking was the Holy Grail of my sexual iD.

But that would be another adventure for another day. Producing testosterone to burn, I pressed myself between her spread thighs and pushed the head a couple of inches inside my Mother who reacted with a sharp intake of breath as she wriggled her crotch enticingly making my invading member sink deeper into her pussy. “Ah!” she gasped as my meat slid slowly further up her tight passage, “Oo, Henry. Do me, sweetie,” she urged as she drummed her feet on the carpet, “Screw me with that nice big monster cock of yours!”

Mom always did have a way with words. Gripping her fleshy hips, I eased back so that my length slipped out of her all slick with our combined juices just like the Doctor had ordered. What had she said again? Think of it as a natural salve. Seminal and vaginal fluids mixing to produce a special kind of lubrication that would help ease the ache in my walnuts where it mattered. Even now, with my penis jammed up my own Mother’s snatch, it still sounded the biggest load of bullshit I’d ever heard. But, hey, what the fuck did I know? Who the hell was I to question what Doctor Meadows had said? Everything sort of got real strange real quick. Especially the way Mom reacted to the suggestion that she could be the one to provide the solution. A kind of sexual substitute as it were.

“But, Mrs. Peterson,” Doctor Meadows had said earnestly, “You just told me Henry doesn’t have a girlfriend and who else is going to help him with his aching testicles?”

Honestly, I had expected my Mother to go ballistic and give the woman a piece of her mind for suggesting such a disgusting and outrageous thing before storming out and dragging me with her. Where the hell had that come from? Let her own Son have sex with her? But Mom didn’t. She just kind of sat there staring at the Doctor for a long time before she calmly stood up and turned to me as I sat there wondering if this was real life or the ultimate Rick Roll.

“Come, Henry,” she said quietly, “I think we should be heading home now.”

And that was it. Like I said. Weird. Like she was in some sort of emotional daze that only cleared when we were back in the car and nearly home. I thought that would be the end of it and something never to be mentioned again. But I was wrong. The best kind of wrong as it turned out.

“Hmmm,” sighed Mom, bringing me back to the present as I pushed my glistening cock back inside her hot hole, “That feels so nice, dear.”

My heart was hammering so loudly inside my head that I barely heard what she said as the familiar sexual urges and convulsions began to consume me as my whole muse changed from rational to irrational as I fucked her well-stuffed pussy harder and faster so that I could  fill her full of my boiling seed before we burned the fucking meatloaf.

Mom was right. These past two days had been something else. As she said, I had literally been all over her like a rash as the very thought of fucking her fired up my sexuality to even greater heights than it had reached before. Fuelled by the late arrival of puberty, I was ready to fuck my Mother any chance I got and it appeared she was more than willing to meet the challenge of satisfying my ballooning libido and then some. Heck, she even seemed to be enjoying it which was so unexpectedly batshit crazy to me.

But I was in too deep to question her motives at all. Whatever her reasons for allowing me to have sex with her, they would all come out when she was ready for them to. Sometimes, maybe, the smart thing is to not say or do anything at all. Just go with the flow and enjoy the moment no matter how long it lasts. But, holy shit, these past two days had been a fucking blast and then some.

***

The early morning of the first Day.

“Rules,” said Mom firmly as she stood in front of me waggling a finger under my nose. My Mother had this way of making me feel like I was forever ten years old.

“Rules,” I repeated solemnly. Rules. Rules. Rules. Only my Mother could make having sex sound like a military exercise. After a night of tossing and turning, it was early. The day was just beginning and we were in my bedroom with me standing there yawning in my blue striped boxers with Mom already dressed for work as she read me the riot act. I furrowed my brow in dozey concentration as we both tried to ignore my already comically stiff erection tenting my underwear between us.

“Rule number one. No sex first thing if I’m in a rush,” she began, “Work comes before play. Understand?”

I yawned again. Yeah. I nodded. Bummer.

Mom gave me serious side-eye as she unbuttoned her cuffs and rolled up both sleeves of her yellow blouse. “In which case, we can do one of two things,” she continued, “I can either relieve you by hand or I can perform oral sex on you.”

“Uh,” I mumbled as I pretended to give each option some thoughtful consideration. Was she serious? That would be like choosing between famine or feast. No fucking contest. As far as I was concerned, Mom could lick my dick and kiss my balls until the cows come home. But I didn’t want her to think I was so obviously pathetic or anything, “Gee, I’m not sure. Whatever you do is fine by me, Mom.” 

“So you want me to blow you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Why is that not a surprise,” said Mom dryly as she took a sip of water from the bottle she was carrying, “Another thing, Henry. Be careful when you put your thing in my mouth. No trying to shove it down my throat,” Seeing my initial confusion, Mom put her hands on her hips, “Despite what they say in those magazines of yours,” she warned me, “Not all women can swallow a large penis no matter how hard they try.”

Oh. Okay. I stood there and gave her the double thumbs up. Now there’s a thing. Best not say anything. Just nod like you’re listening and taking in what she’s telling you.  But I needed to be sure about something. “Uh, Mom. About where I..”

Mom was already on the next page. The woman could read me like a book. ” You can do it in my mouth, dear. I don’t mind,” She indicated what she was wearing, “These are my work clothes remember. I don’t want you covering them with your sperm. Make sure you don’t take it out until I’ve sucked every last drop from your balls. Got that?”

Hell, YEAH. Got that very muchly, Mom. My dick probably stretched another inch at the thought of blowing a load down her throat. With a final “Alright then,” my Mother got down in front of me, slipped her warm hand inside the opening of my boxers, and tugged out my already stiff cock which was weeping and throbbing with anticipation. I saw her eyes widen as she gripped my rubbery penis before twisting it this way and that as she examined it closely.  

Holding me still, she eased her hand down the shaft making the bloated head pop out from under its cowl as she knelt closer and gave the purple crown a good licking with her magical tongue that had me jiggling excitedly on the spot. I could hear the sound of her breathing change the more she massaged my straining dick as she pushed my length back against my stomach and ran her tongue up the underside of my aching member. Uh, geez. Can’t begin to describe how fucking good that felt. Feeling me starting to sway, Mom quickly yanked my underwear down and grabbed me by the ass cheeks to keep me still as she continued to tease my balls and boner.

This was fuckin’ A. I stood there, eyes closed with a big silly grin on my face as I listened to the sounds of her sucking and feeling the amazing sensations that came from her efforts. Mom sure did know her way around a rock hard cock and I knew I was being serviced by a master cock sucker as she finally popped my purple dome into her willing mouth and began to bob her blonde head up and down.

“Mom,” I mumbled happily, “That feels great.”

And it was. There is just something so fucking different feeling her lips tighten around my shaft as she takes more of my meat into her mouth. Especially when she bottoms out and then draws slowly back whilst sucking as hard as she can at the same time. Kind of like being turned inside out as my senses bounce around in a kind of kinky vacuum. Every now and then, Mom would let me pop out of her mouth so she could draw breath and give my over-eager lollipop another good going over with her tongue. Heck, Mom. Don’t stop that now. I’m having such a good time. I’m having a ball.

Mom glanced up at me as she tickled my urinary meatus and jiggled my churning testicles in their wrinkly sack. “I know it does,” she said with a smile, “Your Father used to love me doing it for him.”

Ah, the old man. Stupid Dad. Why the hell did he disappear like that? Why would you not want any more blow jobs from someone who was obviously so dammed good at it like Mom? Come to think of it, Mom had never really explained what had happened between them. I guess it was just one of those things parents didn’t want their kids to know about as they drifted apart. And here I was taking his place. Which was kind of insane when you think about it.

A surge of pleasure suddenly ran through me and I reached down to grab Mom by the hair to keep me from floating away on one of those early morning sunbeams that flickered through the blinds. At this rate, I was only going to last a couple of minutes more as Mom continued to blow me like a pro.

“Nearly there, dear?” she asked breathlessly as she ran her right hand up and down my penis to keep the erotic buzz at maximum thrust. Once her hand reached under the head, she squeezed me harder making the mushroom expand even more leaving her more of me to lick, nibble and suck. I was in heaven. Just sailing serenely in a sea of fuzzy delight as she pressed her lips over me again and sucked real hard. I guess her eyes were not so much on the cock but the clock which made me smile.

Eyes still firmly shut, I just grunted as an overwhelming urge to both pee and cum at the same time washed over me. “Uh huh.”

But I really didn’t need to tell her that I was about to ejaculate. She knew the tell-tale signs. Tightening ball sack. Blinking pee hole. Copius streams of pre-cum oozing out over her hand and tongue. The growing urgency of my hips jerking forward and back as I began to fuck her flushed face harder and faster as my libido opened up and let loose.

The thing with my spunk, I discovered, is that the first two or three initial bursts I ejaculate are really thick and creamy. Like yogurt fresh from the fridge. Mom had noticed it too because she had to quickly swallow that first volley down to make room for the next, then the next, and so on until my spend became nothing more than an oozing dribble as she made sure to get every last drop into her mouth so she could swallow it all down.

“Ow!” I mumbled as she gripped my ass tighter and dug her nails into my fleshy backside with me jerking around like an epileptic kangaroo as I fired my bolt. Mom was snorting through her nose as she sucked my dick as hard as she could. Finally, I was done and I did my usual woozy “Thanks, Mom” and collapsed back onto my bed feeling as if this was peak gonzo.

Mom sat back gasping and licking her lips before she took another sip of water. “Oh, my,” she coughed, “So much stuff!” She picked up a tissue and dabbed her lips, “Now that should sort you out until later, Henry,” she said as she got to her feet and checked her clothes, “We’ll see how you’re feeling when I get back from work okay?”

Flat on my back, I gave her a thumbs up. I was completely exhausted and had no idea how the fuck I was going to get through my classes later on that morning and into early afternoon. Every limb quivered. Every muscle ached. My dick felt twice its normal size and completely numb. My balls weren’t aching any more but they sure as fuck were sore from the amount of spunk they were producing. The world around me felt strange. Like everything was in slow motion and had gaziantep swinger this weird hippy vibe to it.

Don’t get me wrong. I was as happy as fuck. But it was like I was turning into some sort of sex-mad zombie with bad hair. Including our masturbation sessions to collect my sperm, we were now into the third week of non-stop ejaculating for yours truly. Awesome on paper. Completely knackering in real life. At the rate we were going, Mom was going to put me in a hospital and medical science was going to display my dick in a jar for posterity.

“Oh!” said Mom as she was about to go downstairs and get her things for work, “Remember what the Doctor said now. No playing with yourself from now on. I’ll take care of that when I get home from work tonight. Have a nice day at College and I’ll see you later, hon!”

And with that, she was gone.

***

Sex was on tap and I was making the most of my new adventures. Life had a spring in its step and the baleful loser I used to be had faded away into a forgettable memory. Even College was bearable as I made my way to my first class of the day with my buddy, Doofus, waiting for me. Tall, thin and ginger, Rufus T. MacDwyer looked like death warmed up and that was him on a good day. Doofus was like Shaggy on coke. A regular space cadet with not so much his head in the clouds but his ass. We were born to be brothers in arms.

The bell rang for the first period as we met up at the main entrance as we usually did. “Hey, dude,” I said as we high fived surrounded by the mass of other students heading for class.

Doofus looked at me with a frown. “Bro?” he muttered, “You shaved. And combed your hair. What gives? Makes you look like a normie. Not cool.”

Uh, yeah. So I had. Personal hygiene had become a thing. I reached up and rubbed my bare chin. “Zits, bro,” I lied, “Doctors orders. Chops. Gotta keep ’em clean. Sucks.”

“Seriously, dude?” he winced as he hefted his bag over his shoulder. As usual, he was wearing a Pistols t-shirt under his denim shirt to match his bootcut jeans which had seen better days, “Ain’t nothing gonna make me ever lose the whiskers fer sure.” Doofus never let anything get between him and his morbosity.

The bell rang again and as we were making our way along the corridor, he suddenly put a hand on my arm. “Bro,” he whispered aloud, “Major pussy alert at thirteen o’clock.” He nodded towards a group of girls who were approaching us.

Uh. Uh oh. There she is again. My never to board dreamboat. In all her sexy as fuck glory. As always she was perfect. Blonde hair in a ponytail, pale blue shirt with matching choker and a pair of white pants that fit her shapely legs, thighs and crotch so tight there should be a law against it. She was the only one who made my heart sing and cry all at once. We were so far apart socially, physically, and mentally, I may as well have been invisible. Or on Uranus.

Being the major league slackers we were, we both sort of slowed to a stop and pretended to laugh about something as we both tried not to stare at the group as they passed. They probably thought we were a right pair of drooling idiots as dreamboat suddenly glanced my way with a smile on her face.

“Hey, Henry,” she said without stopping.

Doofus and me froze. What the fuck? We were both rooted to the spot and turned to watch the group of girls walking away laughing. WHAT THE FUCK?

“Dude,” he said, sounding as surprised as I felt, “She spoke to you. She said your fucking name.”

Thank Christ for that. I thought I was hearing things. “Uh huh,” I mumbled still in shock, “Why would she do that?”

Rufus rubbed his chin through his whiskers. “Drugs, dude,” he nodded after giving it a moments thought, “Definitely drugs.”

Yeah. That made sense. Why else would the divine Binky Brewster even so much as look at someone like me? That thought hurt way more than I could ever put into words as Doofus grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to class.

***

Later that evening..

Mom and me were at it again. On my single bed with me on top and Mom wriggling enthusiastically underneath me as I pumped away between her spread thighs. Her arms were hooked under my own and she was gripping me by the shoulders as I felt the warmth of her breath against my right cheek as she urged me to fuck her pussy harder with language that could strip paint.

One thing I had noticed during the short time we’d been having actual sex was that she wasn’t exactly a screamer when she came. More like a whispering groaner as she tightened her love tunnel around my impaled prick. Which was kind of a relief as Christ knows what the neighbors would think. But she sure knew how to talk the dirty talk which shocked me right out of my little comfort zone. Even more so when she wanted me to do the same.

“Umm, Henry dear,” she breathed as she licked my ear, “Do that to me one more time just like you did before. Show Mommies pussy what she’s been missing all this time. Mommy just loves what you’re doing to her.”

She had me captured between her bare thighs as she rocked her sex around my own and squeezed her rippling orifice along the surging length of my cock. I was doing good. No sign of the old hair trigger so far as I shuffled forward on my knees so that I was basically pumping her clasping slot from directly above. Feeling me move, Mom raised her thighs further so she could wrap her legs completely around my lower back and buttocks which were flexing back and forth with my sweaty efforts. It felt like I was on autopilot and could just enjoy the warmth of an easy going fuck before all hell let loose.

Words, numbnuts. Use them. That’s what they’re there for. Tell her things she wants to hear that turn her on. A little shared vulgarity can go a long way. Considering you have your penis in her vagina I seriously doubted she was going to ground me for telling her how much I loved fucking her hot cunt.

“Like this, Mom?” I asked her with my mouth close to her ear, “Do you like my big cock up this tight pussy of yours?” The room echoed to the sound of my rocking single bed banging and squeaking away, “Want me to fill you up with all my rich creamy spunk?” See? What did I tell you? When I put my mind to it I can slut talk with the best of them. The Bard has nothing on me.

I felt Mom jerk under me as I told her what I was going to do to her and her awesome snatch. “Oooo yes, baby,” she cooed as she pulled me tighter to her hot bod with her crotch grinding harder against me, “Your big thing feels so good and deep inside me, Henry. Ooo, right there. Do me deeper and harder. Mommy loves the feel of hard cock fucking her poor little pussy!”

Sweating buckets, I pushed myself up so that I was looking down at her as she twisted her head this way and that with her eyes tightly shut. Her face was flushed and she was gasping as each thrust nailed her to the bed. Whoa. This was as hot as fuck. Mom sure did love my big dick and it was up to me to make sure she felt every fucking inch of it. Making Mom this happy was just the best feeling ever.

“Come for me, hon,” she suddenly gasped as her eyes flew open in surprise, “Mommy feels so good right now. Gonna come any second!”

No way could I fuck her any harder. I was pounding her upturned vagina like a madman and could feel my own climax building to the inevitable release. THUMP THUMP THUMP sang the headboard as I gave one final huge effort to push us both over the edge.

“HENRY!” she suddenly squealed as her body twisted and spasmed with the waves of her orgasm completely capturing her, “OOO BABY!!”

SHIT. Come on, dude. Time to blow your God damned load. Don’t be late for this fucking train. A second later, I snorted like a donkey and felt my asshole tighten right up. Okay, here we go. But things didn’t exactly go as they were meant to. In reflex, instead of jerking forward so that my throbbing penis buried itself completely up my Mothers sex, it did the opposite.

What the fuck?

It was like I had stuck my sex drive into reverse and my hips jerked back so that my whole length yanked out of her clasping vagina to leave it spasming and twitching menacingly over her abdomen. Uh oh. I was so far gone I had no control over what happened next.

Mom raised her head when she felt me slip out of her and we both stared wide-eyed as my firehose opened up and released the first jet of freshly boiled spunk over her stomach to land in a long streamer between her firm tits and belly button.

Oh fuck. Whoops.

“Henry, what are you?” she exclaimed in a voice tinged with shock and awe as she watched me give her a seriously disgusting spunk bath.

Wow. Will you look at that. My arms were shaking as I gawped at my spitting snake spewing out an obscene amount of jizz that seemed to last forever. Not talking watery shit either. This was some seriously thick gloop I was unloading and by the time I finished, there was a decent sized puddle coating her stomach and running in streams down into her pubic hair. Even though I had made a right mess, she looked as sexy as fuck lying there covered in my frothy ejaculate. Idly, I wondered if she’d let me take photos of our sessions in future. Purely for educational reasons you understand.

Lightheaded, I gave one last shudder with my dick and balls bobbing up and down with the effort. That blow out had been a definite ten out of ten. I was shivering all over and it felt like I had run a marathon without going anywhere. I was completely shit faced and all I wanted to do was crash the fuck out and go to sleep.

Mom was breathing hard and running her hands through her damp hair before she realized what I was about to do. “Henry, wait, no..”

Forgetting where I was, I eased off her and collapsed to my right. And fell straight over the side of the single bed onto the floor with a loud thud as Mom tried to grab me.

Fuck!

“OW!”

I think we were done for day one.

***

The second day.

The most important thing to note was that Mom had taken the day off work and that yours truly had no classes to attend either. That meant a whole single day indoors with my Mom. Doing stuff. It was also the day neither of us would ever forget.

It began as I woke up and bumbled my way downstairs to the kitchen where Mom was sat at the table having her first coffee of the day as I yawned and stretched my way to the fridge to got some milk for my cereal. Once done, I stumbled over to the table and slumped down into the chair opposite Mom who looked like she had a pile of magazines in front of her and was idly thumbing her way through the one on top.

“Morning!” she said brightly.

Still bleary-eyed, I waved my spoon at her before tucking into my cornflakes completely oblivious to what Mom was actually doing. One thing I am definitely not is a morning person. Rise and shine can fuck the fuck off. As I sat there munching away, she glanced up at me over the top of her spectacles before returning back to whatever it was she was reading.

“Oh, my!” she said suddenly.

Emerging from my sleepy haze, I stopped chewing and frowned at her. “What?”

Mom bit her lip and held up the magazine she was reading.

I froze. What the fuck?

“Anal Invaders from Mars, huh,” she said, trying to keep a straight face.

Oh shit. My porn stash. Mom was reading my porn mags. And here was me with a mouthful of cornflakes watching her do it. “Uh,” I stuttered. This was like the most embarrassing thing ever, “I can uh explain. Sort of.” What was she doing? Those were mine. She shouldn’t be reading those sort of things. It’d be like me reading the Bible as I took a dump.

Mom ignored me and read the tagline. “Sex-crazed Martian shows Miss Venus an ass fucking good time on Uranus!” On the cover was a well-hung bug-eyed alien waving his huge penis at a sexy blonde in a silver bikini as she knelt at his feet with her hand to her mouth in wide-eyed shock. Well, there you go. Flash Gordon was never like this. Sadly.

Keeping my mouth shut, I slunk lower in my chair trying to disappear.

“Hmmm,” Mom said as she flicked through the porn mag. “Now will you just look at the size of that thing. How on earth does something that big fit up there?” she exclaimed as she glanced at me again. For added embarrassment, she held up the relevant page she was looking at. I looked from Mom to the porn mag. My Mother had a point. Sexy Miss Venus sure did have one flexible pooper as she knelt there on her hands and knees with about six inches of Martian dong stuck up her adorable Venusian asshole with another three or four inches sticking out. 

Caught bang to rights, I gave Mom a weak smile and saw her eyes widen in surprise as she turned the final page. Oh shit. The Martian pop shot. A well-thumbed page I had wanked myself silly over many a time. So many times I had lost count. The babe from Venus looked like someone had dipped her in a bowl of whipped cream as bug-eyed Eddie stood there letting his sexy captive lick his spent alien wang clean. Talk about a close encounter of the spunky kind. I fucking loved cosplay porn. Dressing up for that sort of kinky sex pressed all the right buttons for me. No wonder I was a complete dork. Maybe I should book a one-way ticket to Uranus. Sounds my kind of place.

Mom put the mag back on the pile. “Those were,” It was obvious she was enjoying watching me squirm as she discovered all my little personal quirks, “Educational.”

I frowned at her. “You looked at them all?” 

Mom shrugged with amusement. “Curiosity got the better of me,” she admitted as she sat back, “You seem to have a VERY wide range of sexual interests.”

You have absolutely no idea, Mom. “Uh, I guess so,” I admitted as I looked down at my hands, ” You’re not mad at me are you?” I asked her. 

“Heaven’s no, dear,” replied Mom waving her hand, “I’m not the old maid I know you sometimes think I am,” She pulled out another mag from the middle of the pile and flicked through it, “Sometimes it pays to know what your only Son is thinking about.”

I winced as I saw which one she was reading. “Mom..”

Mom pressed the open mag against her chest and laughed. “Really?” she teased before turning her attention back to it, “Spiderman at one end and Batman at the other. Who’s the lucky girl in the middle?”

“That would be uh, Thelma,” I mumbled.

“Thelma?”

“From Scooby Doo.”

“Ah!” said Mom as she turned another page, “Scooby Doo, huh,” she nodded as she tried to keep a straight face, “That explains everything. The things you like to read.”

Which was true enough. Thinking about it, we hadn’t exactly been a birds and bees family as I grew up. How else was I supposed to get my sex education and discover what I did and didn’t like? Like pussy. Like anal. Like cosplay. Something about a hot babe in spandex was the mutts nuts. Doing a sixty-nine with Penelope Pitstop sucking my dick as Jane Jetson licked my balls with Wilma Flintstone rimming my ass was definitely my ultimate fantasy. What I wouldn’t give to be the plaything of three hot women dressed up like that. Sure, I had the Internet to satisfy my little urges but there was just something so much more tactile reading about it in an old school porn mag. Hell, I even liked the stories

Despite it being excruciatingly embarrassing as fuck, it was, at the same time, strangely exhilarating to watch your whole sub-conscious being peeled away like layers of an onion by someone else. The fact that it was my own Mother somehow added to that tingle of electricity that was running up and down my spine. Here you go, Mom. Take a good look. This is me. These are the things I think about. All the time. Every day.

“So what are we going to do now?” she asked suddenly.

Everything. I want to do everything with you Mom. “Uh, I’m not sure.”

“No?” she said, looking at me in that way Moms do, “In that case, seeing that we have the whole day together, maybe we should use these, ” She held up a magazine, “As a guide to some of the things we can try. How does that sound?”

THAT SOUNDS FUCKING AWESOME MOM.

“Well,” I said, trying not to bounce around the kitchen like a raving lunatic, “If you’re sure you really want to do some of those things, Mom.”

Mom smiled. “My treat,” she replied with a glint in her eye, “Now then,” she said thoughtfully as she picked up the pile of porn mags and began to shuffle them like a pack of cards with the front covers face down. Once she was satisfied, she spread them out on the table between us, “Since you probably know each of these things back to front, I’ll pick one out and we can do the things they’re doing in that one. Deal?”

I just nodded. My heart was hammering between my ears as I watched her run a finger over the spread pack. She was right. I did know each of them back to front and back again. Gallons of spunk had been spurted over the months I had secretly smuggled each of them indoors. But there was one magazine that was my absolute favorite and as her finger passed over it a voice was yelling “THAT ONE. PICK THAT ONE, MOM!!!” in my head.

Mom paused and tapped a finger against her lips as she considered her options. Oh, COME  ON, Mom! Pick one for fuck’s sake or I’ll explode. She glanced up at me as I turned purple with anticipation and smiled at the expression on my face.

“That one,” she said, “Let’s try that one.”

***

 A short while later.

There was a knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in,” I called as I sat there at my computer desk fiddling with my tie. It was going on late morning and the blinds were closed with my overhead light on. I was suited and booted to go. White shirt. Black pants. Black shoes. I looked good enough for Church.

The bedroom door opened and in walked my first and only patient. “Mrs. Peterson,” I said with a smile, “Please take a seat. How may I help you?”

After a little hesitation, Mom walked into my bedroom and my jaw hit the floor. She had definitely dressed to impress and I thought my eyeballs were going to pop out of my skull. She had squeezed her voluptuous frame into a low cut black leather one-piece number that barely reached to mid-thigh and which I sort of remembered from back in the day when Dad was still around and she was a size or two less. Everything was bulging out in all the right places in all the right ways. To me, she looked amazing with her big tits squished erotically together and pointing directly at me as she took a seat and crossed her bare legs. Between us, on the desk, was the chosen porn mag open at the first page.

Well, Doctor,” replied my Mother as she wriggled in her seat to get comfortable, “I’m not exactly sure but I think I have a problem with my bottom.”

“Your bottom?” 

Mom nodded and sighed. “Something isn’t quite right up there, Doctor,” she explained, “And I need someone to take a look and see what the problem is. Since you’re the only one I know who can do anything about it I thought I’d ask you.”

“Just to make sure we’re on the same page, Mrs. Peterson,” I responded as I fiddled with my tie and squeezed my already erect organ under the desk, “Are you saying you want me to give you an anal examination?”

“Well,” she said, “That’s one way to put it. And if you want to talk like that then, yes, I want you to take a look and see what’s making my anus itch so bad. The sooner the better as far as I’m concerned. By the way, I’ve already made sure I’m as clean as a whistle back there.”

The sexual tension between us was palpable as I got to my feet and came to stand in front of Mom who was turning out to be a proper little actress. Standing over her, I had a birds-eye view of her expansive cleavage with each succulent teat barely held in place by her leather top. Those were some seriously impressive titties she had on her that were just made to be sucked long and hard by her ever loving Son.

“Let’s go over to my uh examination table,” I told her indicating my single bed, “And I’ll see what I can do.”

Mom got to her feet and walked over to the bed as my gaze dropped to her well-packed ass stuffed into her leather dress. Fuck me sideways. Mom had an ass to die for. Big. Full. Absolutely fuckable. She stopped and turned to me. “Don’t you have something that could take a closer look up there?” Smiling at me, she reached over to the porn mag on my desk and turned the page, “Something long and flexible?”

“Actually, Mrs. Peterson,” I explained, “I have just the thing we need.”

Mom put a finger to her lips. “OOo,” she simpered, “And what exactly would that be?” she asked as she looked around my bedroom.

Maybe I should give her three guesses. Her eyes widened as she saw me pointing at my crotch. “I call it my own personal rectal probe. Works wonders. 100% satisfaction guaranteed. If this doesn’t scratch your itch nothing will.” What a charmer. I should be on stage treading the boards. Not so much vaudeville but pornville.

Mom put her hand over my growing instrument. “Oh my,” she gasped, putting a hand to her cheek, “It feels so big! How is it going to fit up my bum?” 

Now there was a question that had set sail a thousand ships. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out one of Mom’s thin rubber gloves and with the other presented her with a small jar of cold cream. Voila! Always be prepared for every eventuality. You never know when a little lubrication will come in handy. Ask an Eskimo.

Wriggling my right hand into the glove, I let the elastic end snap back with a surprisingly erotic crack that had Mom staring at it wide-eyed. It was my turn to have a look at the porn mag on the desk to see what we had to do next. Ah. This will be fun.

“So what do you want me to do, Doctor?” asked my Mother watching hypnotically as I dipped a rubber digit into the pot and scooped out a blob of cream.

Uh, yeah. What did I want her to do? Where to start? I had a list as long as my arm but I kept to the as we had agreed. Which was kind of freaky when I start to think about it. From initial shock, through obvious reluctance, to breaking the ultimate taboo, and now enthusiastically encouraging me to play sex games with her, Mom sure was getting into the spirit of things and seemed to be really enjoying our little incest adventures. Not that I was complaining one bit you understand.

Mom had sat on the end of my bed with her face just about level with my crotch. “Maybe I should take a look at this rectal probe of yours, Doctor. Can I take it out?”

Before I could open my mouth, she had already unbuttoned the front of my pants and was tugging down my shorts. Ever eager to please, my pride and joy sprang free to sway gently an inch or so from her lips. Our eyes met as she looked up at me and an unspoken understanding passed between us. Yeah. Take a good look, Mom. That’s one rectal probe you’re going to be feeling a lot of in future if I had my wicked way. Her gaze returned to my throbbing cock and she licked her lips slowly.

“Go easy, dear,” she whispered going off , ” You’re much bigger than anything else I’ve had up there in the past. Just make sure you grease me up real good.”

With a last look at my penis, she turned around and knelt on the bed with her spectacular ass high in the air. Stepping forward, I used my left hand to tug her leather skirt over her shapely buttocks to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties. Holy ass bangers. What a sight. The crack between her ass cheeks was deep, long, and perfectly defined with a glimpse of her already wet pussy peeking out below. It was definitely time to say hello to her secret orifice and I was raring to go.

But first, the lube.

***

“How many fingers?” asked Mom.

My ass fucking porn mag was open on the bed next to us and I had to use my left hand to turn the page because two fingers of my right were knuckle deep inside my Mothers red hot bum. “Three,” I replied, “He’s got three fingers up her asshole.”

Mom twisted her hips as she knelt there with her head down and both hands clasped in front of her as she waited for me to proceed with our kinky little game. I was buzzing with sexual excitement as I stared at her open buttcheeks with my rubber gloved digits firmly inserted into her anus and rectum. “Well,” she winced as she got used to my fingers up her rump, “You’d better shove another one in to make sure I’m good to go.”

Be my pleasure, Mom. Her head jerked back and she gasped a pained “Ah!” as I carefully inserted finger number three inside her tight hole and pushed them all knuckle deep. Each finger had been liberally coated with cold cream and any excess oozed out from her back passage to drip onto the bed below. Her ass was tight. Real tight. Getting all of my big cock up there was going to be a challenge.

“How are you feeling, Mrs. Peterson?” I asked her as I removed my fingers and stripped off the rubber glove. Leaning forward, I inspected her reamed pud more closely and it was already looking red raw as it winked at me under a layer of goop. Below her open asshole, her love juice was dripping erotically from the full lips of her wet pussy. A sure sign she was just as turned on as I was – even more so judging by the way she was rotating her backside from side to side in a primeval sexual dance.

Mom was primed and ready for her ass fuck.

***

Finding my balance, the single bed wallowed from side to side as I tried to concentrate on keeping the head of my swollen cock pressed up against my Mothers anus. Bloody hell, this was harder than I thought as my purple knob slipped and slithered in the pool of lube that coated the crinkly crater of her bum hole. 

Mom was on all fours with her abundant chest flat on the duvet and her thighs spread as wide as possible. Using her hands, she had reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart so that I had a perfect view of her butthole which throbbed and pulsed in anticipation.

Dammit. Will you just look at that ring piece! What an awesome sight. I really needed to get my cock in there before I could even begin to think straight. Shifting my weight slightly, I crouched further over her backside so that I could use my thumbs to keep the head of my dick jammed in place and help me push it through the resistance of her sphincter.

Finally, the knot of her anus opened a little and I managed to force the head an inch or so into her rear end. Mom instantly reacted and twisted around to stare at me wondering what the fuck I was doing back there. “Ow, Henry!” she grimaced, “Be careful, sweetie.  You just need to get a couple of inches inside my ass so that it doesn’t pop out again. Oh my, you really do have such a big fat cock on you!”

Sweet talk like that will get you everywhere, Mom. Geez, Louise. It was like trying to push a ping pong ball through a straw. Doing as I was told, I took my time and applied more pressure to where it was needed and watched as the lube greased my entry into her anus.  At last, the muscle gave way enough for me to gain traction and Mom yelped as I managed to squeeze a good three inches into and through her sphincter. Her back passage immediately gripped me like a vice as she got used to my penile penetration and I could feel her fingers gingerly feeling how wide her asshole was stretched around my embedded dick.

“GOD!” she gasped in strained surprise, turning to look at me hanging over her like some sort of ass banging vampire, “God that feels big. Wait. Wait, Henry,” Her face was flushed crimson as she settled herself back down and lifted her hips a little higher to ease the pressure inside her rear bumper, “Alright. Now just you take it easy and I’ll tell you when to stop if it gets too painful.”

Take it easy she says. Easier said than done when all you wanted to do was hit a home run before letting go with the fireworks. Wincing, I felt Mom tighten her ass as I continued to slowly feed her more of my trapped organ into her. Fuck. It was like we were doing a weird fucking dance between us as Mom controlled my insertion by loosening up a little so I could shove another inch or so inside her lower bowel. Every inch taken made her yelp with her shaking her head furiously and wriggling her backside as I tried to hold on tight.

For a good minute, I was stuck. Couldn’t move a millimeter forward or back. The end of my cock was being squeezed in a hot vice and it felt hot and scary at the same time. “Mom, OW!” I complained as I smeared more of the lube around her well-stretched pucker, “I mean, Mrs. Peterson.”

My patient let out a long groan and I felt her shiver from head to toe. “How much more to go?” she asked, brushing her blonde hair from her face as she turned back to look at me, “I’m not sure how much more I can take, Henry. I’m amazed I’ve managed to take so much already!”

“Nearly there, Mom,” I muttered as I took a deep breath, “Uh, about a couple of inches I think. Do you want me to take it out?”

She shook her head. “No, no, hon,” she gasped, “No point turning back now when we’ve come so far. Just don’t move for a second until I get used to it.”

“Okay,” Her ass had me in a firm grip so I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. My hands were splayed across her lower back forcing her upper body to bend into a bow which raised her hips and ass even higher, “But you’re really tight, Mom. Not sure how long I can last for.”

Mom didn’t say anything but gave a sudden jerk back against me and we both yelped with pain and surprise as the rest of my exposed prong disappeared up her poop chute in one swift lunge. Mom had done it. She had taken my whole prick up her ass. And I was no longer an anal virgin. Fuck me. I had literally gone where no Henry Peterson had gone before. And it was as awesome as I always imagined it would be.

“Are alright?” What was I doing? Had I hurt her? Looking down, all I could see was my big far spunk filled balls resting either side of her asshole surrounded by my pubic hair. 

Mom waved her right hand around in the air. “NO!” she gasped, “Oh my God, this feels really weird. Okay. Okay, hon. Pull out a bit then slowly push back in so that the lube does its job. OH!! That should do the trick. AH!” she hissed as I pulled about five inches out of her backside. “AHH!” she gasped again as I delicately eased those five inches back into her ass. As soon as I hit dirt, Mom came, “Ahhh Ohhhhh!!” she shuddered as her body reacted to her initial anal orgasm, “Oh fuck, Henry!!”

Taking that as a sign we were good to go, I began to fuck her butt with short five or six-inch strokes that stirred the lube around my invading pole to make my penetration so much slicker and easier. A couple of minutes into the fuck and I was shafting her naughty orifice with enough force to bounce my nutsack against the leaking lips of her pussy.

It was about then that Mom completely lost her composure and let rip with some seriously arousing verbals as I pounded my way inside her like a punch drunk chihuahua. No doubt about it; fucking my Mothers ass was on a whole different level compared to fucking her pussy. Doing it this way was way WAY more intense and erotic.

Mom was loving it big time. “Oh, you big cocked bastard,” she whined as she arched her back against me, “God, I love it up my tight little asshole. Oh fuck. OH FUCK, BABY!!” Another climax as she scrabbled around on the bed in front of me, “Fuck it right up me, Henry. Right up my cornhole. As deep as you can, sweetie. OH MY GOD, THAT’S IT. OH MY YES YES YES. RIGHT THERE. Oh shit, coming again. Keeping fucking my ass, Henry. And here I come AGAIN!!”

Whoa. Shit. If I wasn’t careful, we were both going to end up on the floor. Ride her cowboy. Geez, hold still Mom! This was fucking crazy. Fuck knows where the porn mag was. We were writing our own story now. Doctor Henry had given his patient a thorough examination and was about to treat her with the best kind of medicine for her little anal problem. I was in butt fucking heaven and loving every second of it. But I knew it couldn’t last forever. Not at the rate we were going. This was way too much for me to keep control of my libido which was coming to the boil really fast now. My balls felt full, firm, and heavy as they spanked her love button at the end of every thrust. One thing was for sure, I was about to give her the ultimate enema that would flood her asshole and blow both our heads clean off when I came.

Which was just about now.

“HENRY!!” cried Mom as she felt my spunk explode and spurt deep inside her bowel quickly filling her up so that most of it oozed out around my fully embedded cock as I fell forward onto her with my weight pushing her flat onto the bed. So much spunk passed from me to her in that moment as we both collapsed with the sheer delight and effort of our first ass fuck together. As I covered my panting Mother, something made me lift my head and look to my right. 

There in my wardrobe mirror, I could see a young man on top of an older woman. They were both naked and the man had been sodomizing her. The woman had a hand under her so she could play with the lips of her wet vagina and use her index finger to slowly rub her clit. Above her natural sex, his still hard penis remained deep inside her anus with a bright white corona of fresh semen seeping out around its base. 

I smiled at the young man staring back at me. Look at you. You’re the King of the World right now, dude. Beneath him, he felt his Mother begin to stir. It was true. No greater love has a Son than the deep love for his own Mothers sweet asshole.

Especially if he’s just fucked it.

***

Elated and exhausted, I reached across to my bedside table, opened the drawer, and took something out to show my Mother. Her mouth dropped open when she saw me holding a familiar plastic object. “It’s the spare, remember?” I told her.

“And what are you going to do with that?” she asked, “You’ve already come.”

“I know,” I whispered with my mouth close to her right ear, “I want to watch you squirt my spunk into this thing.”

Mom gasped and I felt her tremble at the thought of doing something so, well, unexpectedly disgusting. We had gone way beyond acting out the porn mag by now. We had turned the final page on “Doctor Anal” and this would be our own next chapter in the story. I guess I just wanted to know how far Mom would go when playing our little erotic games. 

For a moment she hesitated and I half expected her to say no.

“Doctors orders?” 

I smiled. “Doctors orders, Mrs. Peterson.”

***

Never in my wildest dreams did I think our adventures collecting my sperm would end up with us doing something like this. This felt like another red line moment as I watched Mom crouch on the bed with her spectacular bare ass facing me as I knelt behind her on the floor. Reaching behind herself, she used both hands to pull apart her buttcheeks so that I had a clear view of her spunk filled shitter.

“Ease up a little,” I told her as I pressed the measuring beaker up against her wrinkly rosebud, “Okay, that should do it.”

Mom wriggled her ass which was perched over the end of the bed with me enjoying the best seat in the house. I literally had a face full of dripping pussy and spunk filled asshole. Fucking hell. What a view.  

“Oh, sweetie,” she sighed as I saw her reamed brown hole twitch a couple of times before it flared open and the first flecks of my spunk spat out into the container I was holding, “You’re a bad man for making such a naughty girl out of me, Henry.”

“You always said that Doctor knows best,” I smiled as I watched her squeeze out more of my load. And this was only the beginning. I had so many things I wanted us to do together in the future. This shit was LIT. Mom had awakened my imagination and she was going to be the one to satisfy it. Those aching balls of mine were going to be working overtime so that every single day was going to be a spunk filled adventure for the both of us. 

Mom gasped out loud breaking me out of my spell. I could see her squeezing the muscles of her ass as she tried to force out more of my seed from her insides. At first, it dribbled out in dribs and drabs then, suddenly, it all came flooding out in long bubbling streams of white ectoplasm that seemed to go on forever as it slowly filled the plastic beaker. I could hear Mom grunting with the effort until, with a final wriggle of her tush, her asshole was completely empty of my spunk.

Mom was peering at me upside down from between her legs. “Is that it, hon?”

Holding the beaker up to the light, I nodded. “Yeah, Mom. I think so.”

In my hand was a full measuring beaker. Filled to the brim with my spunk. Spunk, that a moment ago, had been up her ass.

***

“We’re not finished,” I told her as she got off the bed and began to tug down her leather skirt. Her embarrassment was obvious and her face was so red it looked like it was going to burst.

“We’re not?” Mom looked at me and then at the plastic beaker as I held it up for her. Gasping with surprise, her eyes widened when she saw how much spunk she had ejected from her bottom. Yeah, Mom. Take a good look. Nearly full to the brim. Just like the good old days. Amazing, huh. 

“I saw you,” I said.

She blinked and shook her head slightly in confusion. “Saw me?”

“When all this started,” I continued as her eyes darted from the beaker to my face again, “When you measured my sperm in the kitchen, I followed you downstairs once and saw what you did after you wrote down the result as Doctor Meadows had told us.”

Mom turned bright pink as it finally dawned on her what I was talking about. “You did?”

“I saw everything, Mom,” 

“Oh, Henry. I..”

From the moment I had seen her do it, I promised myself I would make her do it again. Only this time she would know there was someone watching her. I lifted the beaker to her lips. “Drink and swallow my spunk, Mom.”

Staring back at me, I could see her eyes searching mine as if she was making sure I was being serious. When she saw that I was, she took the beaker from my hand and looked up at me.

“That was a big load,” she whispered.

I nodded. “Made it just for you, Mom.”

She smiled at that and nudged me. “Then I guess I’d better not disappoint my only Son,” she replied, “Bottoms up.”

Taking a deep breath, Mom tilted her head back and raised the measuring beaker to her lips as I watched. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and let my spunk spill over the rim to slowly drool onto her tongue until the container was empty. Wow. I was speechless. Mom lowered her head and looked at me with a mouthful of my spermatozoon. 

Overcome with emotion, I hugged her. “I love you, Mom.” Damn straight I did.

My Mother stepped back with her mouth firmly closed. Her eyes were smiling with a hint of mischief in them as she made a face and finally swallowed my big load of spunk in one go that made her shiver from head to toe. “Ew, disgusting!” she gagged as she cleared her throat, “But I love it,” she laughed and then it was it was her turn to hug me.

I had the best Mom in the whole wide world.

No fucking contest.

***

A couple of days later.

In the peace and quiet of my mind, I gathered my thoughts and considered how to put them down in ink. Words seemed so inadequate to describe what had happened in my life and how I was feeling ever since my first visit to see Doctor Meadows with Mom. I was fit to burst inside with happiness. But it was more than just having sex I realized. It was about the secret thrill of doing it with someone you absolutely shouldn’t be doing it with. A simple thing like going shopping with Mom had turned into a completely different experience.

My Mother had a wide array of friends in her social circle. Most were merely a nod of recognition as they passed by on the street whereas some were familiar enough to stop and chat. And there I’d stand. Beside her. Trying not to grin like a loon as she chatted away and made small talk.

“Isn’t your Henry a growing boy!” they’d always say and Mom would glance up at me and we’d share our secret smile. Can you keep a secret? The biggest secret ever. A secret no one must ever find out about. 

“Dear diary..”

 And all this had happened because my own Mother had stepped up to the plate. But I knew there was more to it than that. A lot more. Maybe by helping me, Mom was also helping herself in some way. It would be up to her to tell me the reason why. Whatever came next, I was more than ready for it.

Whatever that next may be.

***

Epilogue.

It was a week later and the first signs of seasonal change were in the air as the warmth of a hot and lazy Summer slipped into the fresher and breezy hibernation of Autumn with hints of burnished copper everywhere. It was early morning as the woman made her way just off the main thoroughfare towards a small eatery called Willows End, a place off the beaten track and a favorite meeting place away from prying eyes.

A brass doorbell rang as she entered and saw that her friend was already there waiting for her. As she approached, the other woman waved at her and stood up to give her a hug and kiss on her cheek. Taking a seat opposite her friend, the woman slipped off her coat before sitting down with a knowing smile on her lips as she tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Seriously, Doctor,” she said with a hint of amused reproach, “Measuring his sperm?” It was the first time she had seen her friend alone since the beginning of their little adventure. She glanced around the cafe making sure no one could hear them.

Doctor Helen Meadows smiled back in amusement and innocently pressed a hand to her impressive bosom which was hidden under a smart high-necked black sweater. “Actually,” she replied as she leaned in closer, “Considering the problem at hand, I thought my suggestion was rather clever given the circumstances. Did, ah,” she asked with her voice barely a whisper, “Did everything go to plan, Mrs. Peterson?”

Henry’s Mother blushed and nodded. “More than words can say.”

There was a moment’s silence between them as they stared at each other. The Doctor reached across the table and gave her friends hand a familiar squeeze. That the two women had known each other since High School made everything feel so much more comfortable between them. “I’m glad,” she said happily, “How is Henry taking it?”

“My son thinks all his Christmases have come at once,” smiled Jessica, “And probably birthday’s too.” The transformation had been amazing. Henry was a completely different person to what he had been before she had decided to do something about his issues. 

Helen grinned and nodded. “I can imagine. To think none of this would have happened if you hadn’t found his diary,” she mused, sitting back in her chair as the waitress brought over a steaming pot of tea, “Henry is so lucky to have a mother like you, Jessica.”

Jessica shrugged feeling slightly self-conscious at the compliment even though she knew it was true. The day she had discovered her son’s diary had certainly turned out to be a red letter one. Finding it when cleaning his bedroom, her intention had been to put it carefully back where she had found it. But she hadn’t. Something had stopped her. A Mothers intuition perhaps. She had known Henry was unhappy about something and it bothered her because she knew he would never tell her what it was. So she had sat there on his bed and read the last few entries in his diary.

“I’d have been none the wiser if I hadn’t,” she admitted, shaking her head as she took a sip of tea, “Henry tends to keep himself to himself and bottle things up.”

Helen nodded. “Boys and their secrets. Did you know about his excessive masturbation?”

Jessica put her cup down in front of her. “Oh, yes,” she admitted, “I mean, it was pretty obvious what he was up to. Especially when I found those magazines. So, two and two and all that,” She glanced towards the door as another customer came in, “I must say, he’s very well read,” she smiled impishly, “He’s got everything pretty much covered.”

Doctor Meadows laughed softly. “I’m sure you’re a very good teacher, Mrs. Peterson,” she teased as she raised her own cup to her lips, “As I’ve learned over the years,” she added as their eyes met. Over twenty years all told. Had it been so long? High school seemed such a long time ago now when they had first met and became firm friends. And, as it turned out, so much more.

Jessica felt herself blush at the erotic familiarity in her lovers look. Over those years they had shared many special moments together both good and bad. The good was having Henry. The bad was hurting her husband when he found out about her long-standing relationship with another woman. Life had been a struggle bringing Henry up on her own after he had told her he wanted a divorce and walked out.

But that was all in the past. The most important thing in her life now was to make sure that her Son was happy and content with his life. Reading his diary had turned her world upside down when she discovered his unhappiness was due to his lack of confidence and self-esteem as he tried to deal with his emotional and physical problems as he got older.

It had certainly taken her by surprise and she realized she had to do something to help him. That her lover was not only a general Doctor but had also studied psychology made it easy and obvious to ask for her advice. Never in a million years did she think that advice would change everything she had ever believed in.

It had been during one of their trysts that Jessica had hesitantly revealed her concerns to her lover. After listening to her friend, Helen told her she needed some time to think about it and would call her the following day.

“Based on our little chat, Henry seems to be having issues dealing with his sexuality and life in general,” the Doctor had confirmed, “Sex is the dominant thing for him and his lack of a sexual partner is the main reason for his constant need to masturbate. I think having such an outlet would go a long way in helping his confidence and self-esteem. Since you’ve told me there is no sign of him finding one in the near future, maybe you need to consider how you could be the solution to his problem.”

It had taken a moment for her to realize what her friend was suggesting over the phone. “You’re saying that I should actually consider sexually satisfying my own Son?”

“Sometimes the right thing to do is not the obvious thing to do, Jess. You know your Son better than anyone. He just needs someone to help him on his way,” she explained, “And I’m not just talking about masturbating him here either. I’m talking about becoming his sexual partner.”

This was ridiculous. How could her friend even begin to think she would consider doing something like that? She was out of her mind. Hell, it was also against the law. She could end up in jail. “But Henry would never even think of doing something like that. How on earth would I even begin to talk to him about letting me help him in that way?”

And therein was the problem. Even if she was willing to go along with all of this, they would need a cast iron reason to convince Henry that what they were doing for him was for his benefit.  It would have to be something plausible. Something specific to him. Something medical. A reason good enough to get him physically and emotionally involved with his own mother. “I think I have an idea…” said her Doctor.

Jessica Peterson smiled at the memory. It had turned out to be one hell of an idea. And it had worked like a charm much to her surprise. The question now was where do they go from here? To be brutally honest, she was certainly beginning to feel the pace. Doctor Meadows was right. Henry had one helluva sex drive and it was taking a major effort on her part just to keep up with him. She had gone from no cock during the couple of years she had been divorced to more cock than she could shake a stick at. Three times a day didn’t seem much but when you’re constantly been fucked by a rampant cock it all mounts up. She ached all over but it was a happy kind of ache that rattled the bones and stretched the muscles with good healthy exercise. 

And she was happy. Now that she was over that initial “what the fuck am I doing?” shock, she discovered she was more than content with her newfound situation. She yawned as she took another sip of tea.

“That good, huh?” smiled Helen.

Jessica laughed and blushed. “You have no idea.”

“Maybe,” said her friend after a moment, “You could do with a helping hand,” She paused as Jessica looked quizzically at her, “Or two.”

Henry’s Mom shook her head in confusion, “Two?”

Behind them, the bell rang as someone came in.

Helen smiled as she looked up. “Remember that surprise I talked about yesterday when I called you?”

Jessica nodded before she realized that someone was standing next to her. She turned to see a striking young woman with long blonde curly hair smiling at her. Helen got to her feet, came around the table, and hugged the stranger before making introductions.

“Jess,” she smiled, “This is my niece. Belinda, this is my good friend, Jessica Peterson.”

Henry’s Mom got to her feet and was surprised when the girl hugged and kissed her on the cheek. “Hello, Belinda. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You’re Henry’s Mom, right?” The girl asked, “Aunt Helen has told me so much about you, Mrs. Peterson,” she smiled with a glint in her blue eyes, “We tell each other everything.”

“Oh?” replied Jessica. Well, this was all completely unexpected as they sat down and made small talk over tea and scones. It soon became obvious to her that Belinda was more than just a coffee morning surprise. 

Helen confirmed it when she turned to her half an hour later as the mood between the three women subtly changed. “Maybe we can take our little get together someplace else,” she suggested as she looked at the two blonde women sat opposite her before her gaze settled on her longtime friend, “What say you, Jess,” she asked, “Your motel or mine?”

As they got to their feet to leave, the younger woman turned to Jessica, “Oh, by the way, no one calls me Belinda,” she said brightly.

“Then what do I call you?” asked Jessica.

“Binky,” smiled the girl who had the most ridiculously bosomy figure under her flowery dress and black coat, “Everyone calls me Binky Brewster.”

The End.

***

Notes: Better late than never. Different challenge and was fun to write. Enjoyed your comments. Next story post will be part 2 of “The Girl from Yesterday” which is a Victorian romance with a twist. 

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This is my fist story so please tell me what you think. All the characters are part of my imagination. ~#~

Ryan looked up from his text book and groaned at the sight of his best friend. Yet again Miles, or Miley as he was known by some, was wearing nothing but a pair of tight, low cut, purple boxer briefs and looked completely beautiful. Ryan wasn’t sure if it was a groan of mock annoyance or lust.

He knew Miles was gay and had no problem with it or admitting that his best friend was gorgeous. His long silvery blond hair reached to the small of his back, his small frame so child like at 5’1″ with not a hair on his body (or at least a visible hair anyway) and his eyes. Miles had particoloured eyes which could un-nerve some people under an intense gaze or look completely sensual under his long lashes. His right eye was a sapphire blue while his left was an emerald green.

Ryan’s own appearance was a lot different from his friends. Standing at 6’2″ with a shortish brown mop of hair and permanent 5 o’clock shadow. Blue eyes and a slightly muscular build from his running. Ryan felt pretty average compared to his friend. Deciding it was better for his lust to not watch Miles walk about practically naked, Ryan turned back to his text book.

Ryan had known Miles since they were ten and both had lived together since they were 14. Miles had no family left and had been taken in by Ryan’s not long after Miles’ 14th birthday almost 5 years ago. His mother had died shortly after his birth and his father was in prison while Miles had a restraining order against him. A week after his 14th birthday on the 2nd of November, Miles’ dad had came home drunk. He hadn’t even gone to work just spent all day drinking at various bars until about 6 o’clock and felt like sex. With no one else about he took the only option that he thought was available, Miles. His dad was a builder and there was no way Miles could even fight him of, drunk or not.

Ryan had turned up at 6:20 to get some help with his homework but instead he found Miles screaming for help as he chased Miles around their home. There was a sickening cry when his dad caught Miles and punched him in the chest so he would keep still. That’s when Ryan pulled out a hammer from his dads work belt and hit him on his shoulder earning a cry from the man as his shoulder blade broke under the impact. He stumbled clutching his damaged arm an ran out the back door.

Instinct took over as Ryan knelt by his friends side as he shook and cried and called 911, his side already a dark bluey purple. Miles had made it through the incident with 2 slightly cracked ribs and severe bruising. That was when Miles came to live with Ryan’s Family.

Even though he was openly gay, Miles was very wary of guys. After the incident with his farther Miles had two more encounters with similar guys. The second, Ryan had been there to stop. Miles had been on a date and the guy forced his way into the dorm room after Miles said good bye. The guy had said Miles owed him something for paying for dinner and Miles said no. Ryan had been walking to the room when all he could here were muffled cries for help. He found Miles struggling underneath the guy who had his hand placed across Miles mouth. Ryan hit him and threw him out calling the campus officers as he comforted a shaken Miles who was crying and clinging onto Ryan for dear life.

The third time Miles was on his own. He’d been walking back from the library and it was all ready dark. They had only been at the college two months and winter was already set in. Some guy had started to follow Miles so he tried to loose him, when that failed Miles ran but the guy was much faster. Something caught Miles foot causing him to go flying and land hard on his side, hitting his head on the floor staining his beautiful silvery hair with dark crimson blood. A second guy came out of a near by ally and help the first drag Miles into the darkness. The world was spinning around Miles as muffled cries escaped from his lips. One of the guys said something to Miles about how his blood had spoilt his pretty hair but it didn’t matter.

Miles was absolutely terrified, It wasn’t the fist time he had been in a situation like this but it was the first he couldn’t fight back and had multiple assailants. The second guy was undoing Miles’ jeans which he made as difficult as possible be wiggling his hips. The first guy moved his had away from Miles’ mouth for a split second to try and keep him still enough to strip. That’s when Miles screamed. It was no doubt the most desperate pleading cry he had ever made, hoping that some near passer by would come and investigate. That’s how Miles met Chris.

Chris gaziantep escortlar was walking back from the football field when he heard the scream. Instantly he knew what it meant and jumped to the conclusion that a girl was in peril . It was a shock to him when he found a beautiful boy that looked no older than 14 half naked and squirming franticly under the grasp of two guys. Chris hit the first guy he came to who he went straight down. The guy was big but Chris was massive and it was pure muscle. At the sight of his friend dropping, the other guy ran. At the sight of the blood staining Miles’ hair so dark, Chris called an ambulance and the police.

He turned to the pale little bundle that was shaking in his arms and wrapped Miles in his jacket.

“Thhh…Thannn..Kkkyou.” Was all Miles managed to get out between the shivering and the crying.

“No probs little guy. What’s your name?” He was trying to keep Miles talking to keep him from blacking out and aware. He was more likely to be able to tell the police what happened if he remained conscious.

“Mmmm… Mi…Milessss.” He struggled to reply. His body felt really heavy and cold so he just wanted to sleep but he knew he couldn’t do that.

Once at the hospital, Miles was given the all clear and told he could go home. He would have to take it easy for a few days and wasn’t allowed to sleep more than an hour at a time in case of a concussion. And that’s how they became friends.

After those three instances, Miles was a little nervous around certain guys and he had became increasingly shy. He’d had about 7 dates over the short 3 months they had been at college but he never went on a second even after 3 attempted rapes Miles was still very much a virgin.

*~*

“AHH!” Ryan cried as something flashed across his eyes unexpectedly.

“Sorry, trying to get my phone” Came the mumbled reply from Miles who was kneeling on his bed. His perky little butt was in the air as his head was pressed against the bed. His arm was down the side by the wall trying to get his phone. Something shiny under the bed had reflected the light into Ryan’s eyes. “Err Ryan?” Miles called out.

“Yeah?” He replied curiously, trying hard not to think of what it would feel like to **** Miles in that position.

“I’m stuck.” Miles said causing Ryan let out a short laugh. Ryan got up and went to help his struggling friend. The swaying little butt was all Ryan could see as he crossed the room. Without thinking Ryan spanked Miles cotton clad ass causing the smaller boy to yelp in surprise. However to Ryan’s surprise Miles also groaned and wiggled that delicate posterior of his very provocatively. Ryan resisted doing it again. Once he could get away with calming innocents but twice and after such a strange reaction from Miles he didn’t think he would get away with claiming it as a spur of the moment thing.

“What was that for?” Miles said in mock annoyance once he was free from his dreaded bed.

“Pay back.” Ryan glanced at his watch 8:45 “Hey doesn’t your first class start at 9?”

“Yeah, why?” Miles looked at his phone and his eyes widened at the time. “AHHG!” Miles frantically got dressed in a pair of pale blue jeans and baby blue t-shirt. Grabbing his bag Miles ran out the door shouting bye and causing Ryan to laugh with amusement.

It was 9:15 before Ryan realised Miles had left his keys in the room. He had got the day off and planned on just studying so he thought it to be no big deal. Finding it hard to concentrate after the mornings entertainment, he remembered the shiny thing under Miles’ bed. After some rummaging Ryan managed to pull out the source of the shine. A metal box about 2 feet long and 1 wide and about 6 inches deep, with two locks built in was the source of the reflection. Ryan tried to flip the catch but not surprising him it was locked.

Grabbing Miles’ keys, Ryan found the most promising key. A small silver key which fit perfectly into the first lock. With a gentle flick the latch popped open. The second lock did the same gently he opened the lid as if something might pop out if he opened it to quickly. What Ryan found shocked him to his core…

*~*

Miles was hardly aware of what he was doing. Subconsciously drawing on the fresh canvas before him as his mind wondered back to what happened that morning. He was hoping Ryan didn’t notice his reaction to when he spanked him and prayed for Ryan to be oblivious. He was glad it looked like he was going to be late. Miles was hoping Ryan didn’t notice how hard he had made Miles when he was pressed against him and when he spanked him. In Miles’ eyes the act had worked but unfortunately he had forgot his keys in the rush.

Miles trusted Ryan with his life. He had saved him twice already, but Miles had a slight dark side to him. He wasn’t as totally innocent as people thought. Yes he had never been with another guy but some things he had done on his own he hoped Ryan didn’t find out till Miles was ready.

“Earth to Miles!” A female voice said as a hand waved in front of his face causing him to jump back startled. Amy one of his closest friends had been trying to get his attention for the last 5 minutes. “I’m guessing you haven’t heard a word I’ve said have you?” She said with mock annoyance. “No, sorry. It’s been a frantic morning and I’m in my own little world.” He hanged his head and smiled in reply.

“It’s ok we all have days like that. Any way what I was saying is that Chris wants you and Ryan to come over this Friday and he’s gonna cook for the four of us. You up for it?” She asked.

“Sure.” Miles said instantly. He had introduced Amy to Chris a few days after he saved him and they hit it off instantly. Chris rented a small apartment about 10 minutes away from the college so he had the added benefit of his own space and kitchen.

A lot of people thought Miles and Chris were dating, but the both set people straight. Yeah they mock flirted with each other but Chris was more like a big brother to Miles. A very protective big brother but who could blame him after the circumstances they met under.

“Great I’ll tell him tonight.” She practically giggled.

“Lucky you.” Miles laughed, Amy got what he was insinuating instantly and lightly smacked his arm.

“Yeah well I am lucky. Anyway what about you?” She questioned a smile on her face.

“What about me?” Miles asked, not quite getting at what she was asking.

“Guy’s! It’s been weeks since you last dated and half this class is drooling over you!” She spread her arms as if to encompass the room.

Miles smile faltered and shrugged his shoulders, “Someone’s caught my eye but I don’t think he is interested.”

“Well at least it will be better than your first time when it happens.”

“What first time?” Miles asked confused again.

“Your first time y’know.” Miles stared at her blankly.

“Oh my God!” she cried “Your not, no you can’t be, It’s impossible for you to be and look like that!”

Miles still stared blankly at her “What?”

“Your still a virgin!” She whispered in his ear. Miles blushed deeply and nodded. “Well screw me till Sunday. How on Earth are you still a virgin?”

“Waiting for someone.” Was the whispered reply she got before Miles turned back to his work.

*~*

Ryan stared at the contents of the silver box on Miles’ bed. Some of the things he knew exactly what they were, others he couldn’t believe belonged to Miles and a very few he didn’t understand.

The vibrators in the box he could understand, why he needed 6 and in so many different shapes and sizes he put down to preferences. The lengths of rope, chain and a collar and ball gag he didn’t expect and was quite stunned that Miles was into such things but Ryan knew they belonged to Miles as most of it was purple.

The black leather paddle with the words bad boy etched backwards into it scared him. It took him a while to understand why the writing was backwards but then he realised that if the person was hit hard enough it would leave the words Bad Boy raised on the receivers skin. The thought alone caused Ryan to shiver in a mix of fear and delight.

Along with the various toys was a black silk nightie. Hidden inside the nightie was a small wooden box containing photos. Ryan’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the first photo. The standard sized photo was of Miles in the little black nightie that reached just below Miles’ waist, teasing the photographer.

The second was of Miles in that little piece of silk on his knees with the collar around his neck and a length of chain in the photographers hand. Miles was looking up at the person holding the chain, his eyes were big and seductively biting his bottom lip. Ryan couldn’t help but see the need, the begging in those big particoloured eyes. Ryan became hard instantly at the sight of the third and final photo. Miles was tied down to a bed but not his own. At a closer look he could see that it was HIS bed his best friend was tied to. Miles’ wrists were bound above his head with purple rope, and his legs held wide by more. The nightie had been raised to just above Miles’ belly button reviling a pair of small black boxer briefs that couldn’t hid Miles’ arousal. The head of Miles glistening dick peaked out from under the waistband of the straining underwear. Miles’ eyes were half lidded and again he was biting his bottom lip. The whole scene screamed touch me but the look of lust and need that crossed Miles’ face hit Ryan hard. The more Ryan looked at the pictures the more he wanted to be the photographer, the more he wanted to hear Miles beg for his touch, the more he wanted Miles in his arms.

Reluctantly Ryan placed the photos down and picked up the last two items in the box. Two small black leather diaries. One bound in fine chain and the other in thin purple ribbon. Ryan carefully undid the chain bindings on the first diary making sure he knew how to wrap it back up. Miles had bound it so the chain made a kind of angular heart shape in the middle of the book which Ryan had to admire.

Once free of the chain, Ryan began reading the first few pages. It had started of as a simple store bought diary but Ryan could see where Miles had attached the leather to the cover. The diary was very recent. All the pages before the start of the school year had been removed making the book start in September.

It was literally full of numbers and times. Every day there was a tally then a series of times always in pairs. Ryan flicked through the diary watching the numbers in the tally increase and decrease. He couldn’t make heads or tails out of what the numbers meant but they had some significance to Miles. He noticed for every mark on the tally there were 2 times recorded. Most of the days averaged about 4 marks a day with times from 5am to midnight but every now and then the numbers reached about 7. When Ryan got to about 2 weeks before there current date he noticed the numbers shot up.

The week before last the numbers changed from the steady 3s, 4s and 5s to 10s, 11s. One date particularity caught Ryan’s eyes. The Friday before last had been circled and a big number 13 had been written in the space. He looked at the times and they were nearly continuous starting at 8am and not ending till midnight.

Ryan wondered what had happened that week for the numbers to rise. Something niggled him about the dates that he ‘t quite put his fingerer on. Suddenly it clicked. Looking back to the dates with the highest tally scores, Ryan realised they were always dates that he had something important on or had to leave college. Two weeks ago he had had his Grandfathers funeral. He’d been gone 7 days and in those 7 days Miles had racked up a score of 67.

Ryan began to wonder if the other diary was the counterpart to this one. Each only containing part of the information needed to complete. Just as Ryan reached for the other book, his phone let out a short series of beeps indicating a text received.

The message was from Miles reading ‘Hi Im just packing up and I cant find my keys are you in the room? X’. “Damm!” Ryan almost shouted he quickly sent a message back saying he was in the room as he hurried to put the stuff he had found back in the box. He’d have to wait till Miles was gone before he could check the last diary to see what secrets it contained. Putting the chain back on was harder than he thought as it kept on slipping. As he was putting the diary’s back in the box he realised he wouldn’t be able to get them back out again without the little silver key. Reluctantly Ryan pushed the box back under the bed when there was a gentle knock at the door. Ryan opened the door to find a flustered Miles on the other side. “Lost your keys?” He said causally.

“Yeah, I can’t believe I did that.” Miles shook his head causing he long silvery hair to sway back and forth. Ryan felt kinda sorry for Miles. The smaller boy looked almost lost and on the verge of tears and it struck Ryan like a knife to the heart.

Ryan wondered if Miles upset was because he had lost his key’s in general or the fact he had lost the key to his secret box that would surely be difficult to replace. When Miles lay back on his bed Ryan took the opportunity to put the poor boys keys right onto his lap.

“What the..Where were they!?” Miles shot up as he realised his keys were in his lap. Ryan thought about his answerer. He could tell the truth and say he forgot them this morning or see what reaction he would get if he said he found them under Miles’ bed. Then again Miles might get scared and hide the box somewhere else, somewhere safer.

“You left them on the side this morning.” Ryan shrugged.

“Sorry, I was going out of my mind thinking where they could have gone.” Miles began to put his art stuff away then turned to Ryan who was at his desk reading his text book. “Hey, Amy and Chris have asked us over for dinner friday night wanna go?”

“Sure” Ryan mumbled his lack of conversation cause Miles to frown but he put it down to exam nerves. As far as Miles was concerned Ryan had been studying for the last 3 hours.

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I just love dildos, vibrators and other sex toys; especially big, thick, long ones. Now don’t get me wrong; I still have fun with real cocks, but there are times when I crave something larger. I get so aroused when my pussy is stuffed to the max because it sends me into multiple climaxes.

Last week, I was thumbing through the Adam and Eve Catalog trying to decide what to get my husband, John, for our anniversary. When I came to the page with toys on it, I saw this large, flesh-colored, realistic looking dildo. The description stated it was fifteen inches long, with a circumference of three. My eyes widened as my heartbeat raced, and my mouth and pussy drooled. It was exactly what I was looking for and I had to have it, so I ordered it. I figured why not, the toy would be a new challenge. Something I could surprise my husband with, after all, he loves to fuck me with toys.

I remembered the first toy he bought me. It was silver colored, eight inches long, with a circumference of two inches. When John turned it on, I blushed from head to toe, the darn thing buzzed so loud, I wondered if the kids could hear it. John assured me they could not, and began to show me what he could do with it. After a few minutes, I came harder than I ever did with my fingers, and nearly passed out. There’s no doubt about it, following that night I was hooked, and began collecting sex toys.

That afternoon while John was at work, I lay naked on the bed masturbating. The more I thought about how I could use the toy, the further I became aroused. I ran one hand across my throbbing clit as the other caressed and rolled my left nipple. I closed my eyes, purring, as I pictured myself shoving the dildo deep inside my hot pussy. Oh my God, I thought, my clit would explode from the excitement.

I couldn’t wait for it to arrive. I would hurry out to check the mail ahead of John. Nevertheless, when he asked, I made up excuses as to why I was in such a hurry. I recall the day it arrived. I nearly dropped the package and passed out from excitement. When John saw my reaction, he questioned me further, asking what was in the package. I lied, telling him it was a cookbook, and then ran into the bedroom.

I carefully hid the package, walked into the kitchen, and pretended to be busy with the breakfast dishes until John left for work.

After he left, I literally ran into the bedroom and tore open the box. Wow, I couldn’t believe how big it was. Next, I gathered a large bath towel to protect the bed, as well as some lube. Following that, I stripped, lay spread-eagle on bayan escort gaziantep the bed, and lubed up the toy. My hands were trembling so much I could hardly hang onto it as I slowly guided it inside my wanting pussy. I just had to see how far in it would go.

At first, the dildo was so big I could only get the head inside of me. Although it was a bit annoying, I tried to push it in further, but to no avail. However, I loved the way it stretched my vaginal orifice.

It wasn’t long until I was cumming like crazy, shrieking, “Oh fuck, this feels so damn good.”

Afterward, calming down a bit, I examined myself. My labia was swollen, tender, and my hole was pulsating and dripping with so much juice, it dripped down my ass, saturating the towel I was lying on. I slid off the bed with wobbly legs, and made my way to tub.

After preparing a warm bath, I slid beneath its bubbles and thought about thing. It was then that I told myself, “I’ll keep working on things until I can shove the whole toy inside me.”

Every day I practiced moving the toy a little more inside me. However, by the end of the following week, I was still frustrated because I couldn’t get but three inches of the dildo in.

Nevertheless, I soon became obsessed with trying, and I lost track of all time. That Friday, I was masturbating with the toy and didn’t hear John come home from work.

That was until, all of a sudden, he coughed and shouted, “Oh my God, Deana! Where did you get that huge toy?”

I bit my tongue and jumped so hard that I nearly fell off the bed. With a quivering, breathless voice, I asked, “How long have you been standing there?”

A devilish grin crossed his face and he replied, “Long enough to know you love that toy.”

He climbed onto the bed, kissed me hard, and asked, “Would you like some help with it, baby?”

I could feel his love for me radiate clean down to the center of my womanhood. I flashed him a sexy smile and squealed, “You know I do.”

I then paused, bit my lip, frowned and said, “I was hoping to surprise you with this new toy on our anniversary. However, I think it might be a bit too big for my hole.”

John’s eyes twinkled and he laughed out loud, and then exclaimed, “Don’t be silly doll. I think you just need a little help. After all, you know how I love to fuck you with toys. I’ve never told you this before, but I wanted to try one this size on you for quite awhile.”

As John stripped, I thought of him fucking me with the massive toy. I quivered with excitement from head to toe.

He instructed me to lie back on the bed, positioned a pillow under my hips, and then he grabbed the lube. John licked his lips hungrily and suggested, “I’ll start slow at first, because I need to help you to relax those cunt muscles.”

I quivered when he poured a large amount of lube directly on my already drenched pussy. As he rubbed the liquid all over I asked, “Do I really need all of that, I’m already pretty wet?”

John smirked and suggested, “You need it, trust me, because this toy is pretty big.”

As his right hand began to massage the muscles around my pussy, I began thinking of what was about to happen. I purred and started rocking my hips slowly. Slowly he entered my vagina with two, three, and then four fingers, gliding and flexing them. I could feel the muscles opening up; my clit throbbed as it swelled with excitement.

He curled his fingers, pulling them outward, twisting upward, until they came in contact with my swollen g-spot. With the heel of his other palm, John massaged my mound as his thumb rubbed my clit. A warm sensation overcame me and I told him I felt like I had to pee.

John assured me to hang in there, that the sensation to urinate was only temporary and would soon pass.

My clit was rock-hard. I moved my hips back and forth and begged him to shove his hand deeper. With no warning, I was suddenly cumming with quick short bursts as the wave surged through me. I barely noticed that with each spasm, the muscles relaxed, and he shoved his hand deeper inside.

As my climax subsided, he continued rubbing against my clit and g-spot. The sensation was overpowering, my clit got so hypersensitive and it hurt.

I closed my eyes, bit my tongue, and then shrieked, “Oh, slow down, be gentle, let me catch my breath!”

John flashed me a wicked grin and yelled, “No way baby, the fun just beginning!”

Suddenly what pain I felt was mixed with an intense feeling of pleasure. I became euphoric with my mind veering out of control. I bucked my hips wildly and begged for more.

He paused long enough to reach for the toy. He lubed it up and then placed more of the lubricating liquid inside me. John placed the dildo against my pussy and rubbed it the full length of my sticky slit.

I rolled my eyes, as I was wild with lust now and shrieked, “Fuck me John! Ram that toy deep into my hot cunt!”

He looked up into my eyes, licked his lips, and placed the head of the toy at the entrance to my vagina. “Get ready doll! Here it comes!”

I was so wet and relaxed that the head of the toy slid in easily with no resistance. With one hand, John coaxed my inner thigh muscles to relax as the other kept a steady pressure on the dildo, stretching my inner folds more than they ever had been before.

The temperature around me felt like it had raised fifteen degrees and I started to sweat. As John pushed the dildo in about two more inches, his finger worked over my clit. I felt like my pussy was about to explode in an earth shattering orgasm.

All of a sudden, it felt as if the toy hit a barrier, and my pussy was unwilling to let it go further. A shot of pain rushed through me and I screamed, “Stop baby, it won’t go any further!”

John paused, stroked my thigh, and with a calm reassuring voice said, “Deana, you’ve only taken about six inches of the toy. I can tell your hungry cunt wants more!”

He waited until I nodded it was okay for him to continue. Slowly he resumed working the toy in and out in short, fucking motions, and my inner muscles began to relax.

As I looked into his face, I saw John’s eyes wild with lust. He then instructed, “Work it baby, wrap that cunt around it like a cock, and let it in. That’s it baby. Oh fuck, this is so damn hot!”

Before long, I started fucking the toy and moaning loudly, once again on the verge of a climax. I rolled my head from side to side and shouted, “Oooooh fuck, keep it up! Deeper baby, I’m going to cum!”

John fucked me hard and deep as he shouted, “Deana, open that cunt, wrap it around the toy, and cum baby!”

With the toy buried deep within me, the next wave of a climax hit me like a freight train out of control. My body convulsed as the muscles of my pussy clamped tightly around the large shaft. I was cumming longer and harder, one right after the other.

My whole body was soaked in pleasure and sweat. Every muscle was drained of energy and I collapsed in a puddle of quivering flesh.

John withdrew the toy and it made a sucking sound as it popped out of my well-satisfied pussy. He then moved down onto the bed next to me, pulled me close, and kissed my lips softly as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I could feel John’s whole body trembling as his heart beat against my breast. He looked lovingly into my emerald-green eyes and whispered, “Wow that was awesome. I love you baby.”

I smiled and answered, “I love you too darling.”

I lay there within his arms for a few moments relishing in the joy of feeling totally satisfied.

After awhile, I looked up into John’s face, flashed him a smile and asked, “Shall we do a repeat performance on our anniversary, darling?”

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It had been five months since James Cooper died in an car accident. His wife — Julie, a thirty-six year old mother of two — had to raise her children on her own. The father’s life insurance paid off enough to pay for the family for about six months, so time was running out. Julie was desperate because she didn’t manage to find a job all these months. She didn’t have a regular job before. She met James in high school and married him three months later, when she found out that she was pregnant with her first child, Jenna, who is now twenty. Two years later she got her second child, Greg.

If she didn’t earn some money soon, they would lose their house and Julie wouldn’t be able to pay for their children’s college.

One day, Julie had an audition as a secretary. This audition changed her life forever. The manager she wanted to work for was an fat guy, about fifty-five years old. “So, why do you think you should get the job, Mrs. Cooper?” he asked.

“Well, I will work very hard for you, Sir. I’ll cook the best coffee you ever drank and I’ll do everything to make your work easier!”

“Everything, huh?” he said, a wicked grin on his face. He started to open his pants. “Time for some oral test!”

Julie was shocked. She liked to suck cock, but this was different. She thought about it and realized, that she really needed this job. So she knelt down before the guy’s chair. She took his old, small cock and started stroking it. It got harder, but not very hard.

‘What a jerk,’ she thought when she took it in her mouth.

She did a good job — years of practice made her a real expert. As she expected, the manager didn’t last very long, before he came in her mouth. She swallowed it all. Julie raised herself off the floor and stood before him.

“So, did I pass the test?”

“This was the best blow job I ever got!” he said pulling out a hundred dollar bill. He wanted to give the money to the confused woman.

“What’s that? I don’t want money, I want the job!”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Cooper, but I hired a secretary a half hour ago.”

“What? What did I just gave you a blow job for?”

She couldn’t believe this guy fooled her.

“I’m sorry, you’re so beautiful and sexy, I just couldn’t resist. But you just earned a hundred bucks. Take it or leave it, but get out of my office now!”

Julie was in shock. She grabbed the money and went straight out, slamming the door as hard as she could. The whole way home she cried. When she was home, she laid on the couch crying. Her daughter Jenna heard her and came to help her mom.

“Why are you crying, mom?”

“It’s nothing, honey. sob I just had an audition and I … I … I can’t tell you that, I’m sorry!”

“What is it, mom? Didn’t you get the job?” the daughter asked.

“It’s not that. The guy … he … he asked me to — well — do him a special favor.”

“You sucked his cock?”

“What? How do you … Well, I did,” she confessed.

They were a very open family. Talking about sex had never been a problem.

“I guess you’re disappointed of me now, don’t you?”

“No mom, really. It just shows how much you love us. Besides I … I think it’s kind of cool”.

“You do? Well I earned a hundred dollars very fast and it wasn’t that bad also.”

“Would you do it again? I mean sucking cock for money?” What an idea!

“Well …” The mother thought about it, “I guess I could. It would help us a lot. This is not a bad idea honey!”

She felt excited and kind of horny. This idea didn’t sound so bad. Maybe she could fuck some of the guys also. She would earn a lot more for that and besides she hadn’t had sex since James died. “Would you mind if your mom becomes a hooker?”

“No mom, if you don’t have a problem with that, neither do I.”

“Ok, so if Greg is ok with it, I could run some kind of home brothel?” she explained her plans.

Later that evening they had a family meeting and explained the idea to Greg, who surprisingly was cool with it. He said he could built some inventory and serve drinks to the guests.

“Hey and what do I do?” Jenna asked.

“I could think of something,” Greg teased.

“No! I don’t want my daughter to do such things. It’s enough if I do it!” Julie said.

“But mom, I want to help too. I wouldn’t mind seeing some clients. Really!”

Julie was confused. She hadn’t expected her daughter to be interested in being a prostitute. She wouldn’t let her do it and protested.

“Well ok, but I could dance and strip for the waiting guests. Would that be ok?” Jenna proposed.

“Well … since you really seem to want it, I think it’s ok. But promise me to stop and tell me, when you don’t feel fine doing it, ok?”

“I promise mom. Thank you! At least my dance lessons are gonna pay off now,” Jenna giggled.

They all were very exited, especially Greg. They decided to go to bed, since they would have to prepare a lot of things the next day. Of course everyone woke up early the next day; they just couldn’t wait. While Greg gaziantep escort kızlar went to a hardware shop to buy some things, including a table dance pole, the female members of the family went shopping to get them some sexy outfits.

Julie bought a red garter belts, stockings and a matching bra, that supported her d-cup tits. After giving birth to Greg, her c-cup breasts started to sag a little, so she and her husband decided to get her silicone breast-implants. This made her tits bigger, but more important: really firm!

Jenna visited a sex shop, which had a special section for stripper-wear and stuff like that. She bought some outfits, each representing a different style. Some leather stuff and handcuffs for bondage-lovers, a school uniform for prejudiced Japanese businessmen and some sexy lingerie for … well, everybody else.

When Jenna and her mother came home, Julie said, “So, what did you buy?”

“Well mom, why don’t we just model our new stuff for each other?” Jenna proposed.

“Great idea, sweety! But let’s wait for your brother; I think it’s unfair to start without him.”

“Mom, are you serious? You would let Greg watch you in sexy outfits and stuff?” Jenna was a bit surprised by her mom’s proposal.

“Yeah, why not? Sooner or later he’s gonna see us anyway, so why not now? I wouldn’t want him being shocked or something in front of our guests. Besides, you will strip in front of several strangers, why should you be shy around your own brother?” Julie answered.

Jenna though about it for a second or two. “I think you’re right mom; it doesn’t make sense to be shy around him. I just didn’t think about having him see me nearly nude, I guess. “

They made a plan, and when Greg returned they called him to his mom’s bedroom. When he came in, he couldn’t believe his eyes. In front of him were his voluptuous mother, wearing nothing but a thong and a see-through bra, supporting her big tits and showing her nipples. Next to her was his sister with black fishnet stockings on her long firm legs. She wore a really really short jeans-skirt. Her c-cup tits were covered by a tight black tank-top, which showed off her flat belly. Both girls had an awesome fuck-me look. Never before had Greg’s cock gone up so far and become so hard.

“Y … You two … You two look awesome!” he finally managed to say, “Mom, I think you shouldn’t take a hundred bucks, but a hundred thousand bucks a fuck! And Jen, the guys will stick so much money in your panties, you’ll have problems to dance, because of the weight!”

Both women blushed.

“Do you want to see what else we got?” Julie asked.

This must have been a rhetorical question, since no man an earth would have said ‘no’. Neither did Greg, of course. He didn’t expect what happened next though. Julie and her daughter just took off their clothes until they were completely naked. First Greg saw their tits, then their cunts, both neatly trimmed, and their asses. He must be the luckiest guy on earth, he thought. He stared at them, not really knowing where to look.

“Do you like what you see?” they grinned at him.

“I’m … I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect this and you’re both so incredibly sexy!” he said, as her turned away.

“No one said you have to look away. Jenna and I had a talk and we decided that you would see us both in sexy dresses or even naked sooner or later. So we decided that it wouldn’t hurt if you saw us now,” Julie explained to her son.

“So it’s ok for me to look at you to naked?” he asked to make sure he understood his mother.

“Yeah, that’s what I just said,” Julie confirmed as Jenna nodded to her brother.

This thing was getting better and better for the teenage boy. After they showed him some more outfits, he couldn’t take it any longer. He said that he liked all the outfits very much and that he would have to start working now. Of course that’s not exactly right. He had to start working, but before he’d start, he had to go to his room and jack off. He had never been so horny before and it took only four or five strokes, before he erupted. It was the most intense feeling he ever had.

Two day passed and the family house started to look like a real brothel. There was a bar, a small stage with the table dance pole for Jenna, some decoration and, of course, two separate rooms with big beds and different inventory. Julie would switch rooms between guests, so one of the kids could clean the room, refill the box with the condoms, and so on.

Jenna had tried a few things on stage, as her dancing lessons at school hadn’t contained pole- or lap-dancing. Greg saw his sister’s show quite a few times these days. He was some kind of test-audience. He got so horny every time, seeing his sexy, often oiled sister, dancing seductively on the stage. He had to jack off after every single show. He was glad she didn’t ask him to be her lap-dance tester. He would have come in his pants at least twice!

When everyone was ready, Julie called the manager who made her suck his cock at the audition. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, on the other hand he was the one who started this and he could bring new guests to the new brothel. Business partners, clients, whatever. She told him that she would suck his cock again and that she’d even let him fuck her. She also told him that he could bring along some guests. The manager remembered the woman who gave him the best blow job ever. He visited the brothel that evening, bringing along five friends. Jenna did a professional show for them and was rewarded by a lot of bills, which the men stuck in her panties.

Greg served alcoholic drinks. They were expensive, but when a bunch of managers wants fun, money isn’t a topic. One after the other fucked Julie that evening. They fucked her tits, mouth, pussy and ass. She didn’t come with any of the guys, though she acted like she did, but it wasn’t disgusting either. In fact, she kind of enjoyed being a whore, hooker, or whatever you want to call it.

When the guests left, they promised to come back and to tell all their friends about the ‘Cooper Brothel’. The family of three earned about fifteen hundred dollars that night.

The following days and weeks the brothel became well known and very successful. Julie and Jenna loved their new jobs more and more. Greg liked his job too, but he had to jack off at least two times each day, because he always saw both women naked all the time. His mom noticed that and decided she had to talk to him.

She went to his room and said, “Greg, we need to talk”.

He was just lying on the bed stroking his cock. He quickly tried to hide his erection, but it was obvious that he was caught jacking off. Julie saw his nice big cock disappearing under the blanket. She noticed that she got horny looking at it. She had an idea.

“Hey, you don’t need to cover up. You see Jenna and me naked all the time; I think it’s only fair, if you don’t act prude around me,” she grinned.

“Yeah mom, you’re right,” he said putting away the blanket, presenting his nice hard seven inch cock to his mom. Julie gasped. It was really big. She felt the urge to … no, this was her son after all!

“That’s better dear. So, I came here to talk to you. I’ve noticed that you jack off quite often, since we started our little family business.”

“As you just said mom, I see you and Jen naked all the time. I just can’t help it, you two are so sexy and I … I …” he stammered.

“It’s ok, Greg. I don’t blame you or anything. It’s just … do you mind seeing us all the time?”

“No, it’s just that I’m surrounded by sex every day and all I can do is jack off,” he said with a said voice.

“Your a handsome boy, you should go out, date and find yourself a girlfriend,” Julie said. As if he didn’t had that idea himself …

“And then? Bring her home to show her I live in a brothel?” he asked.

“Does it bother you to live here? I thought you were ok with it. You didn’t change your mind, did you?” Julie said, a little bit concerned.

“No, I still think it’s a good thing, we make a lot of money and have jobs we like. But what do you think a girl would say, if I bring her to a brothel for a date?”

That sounded logical. Julie had thought about a way to get her son some relief.

“You said you think I’m sexy and you get horny watching me naked or in a sexy outfit, didn’t you?”

He nodded. She stood up, and pulled the tight top she wore over her head. She unclasped the bra and her tits came to his view.

“Wha … wha … what are you doing mom?”

“You were right, you’re handicapped because of our business. So I’ll have to help you out,” she said as she dropped her skirt. She didn’t wear any panties. Julie knelt in front of her son. She grabbed his stiff cock and moved her hands up and down. Then she guided it to her face and slowly put it in her mouth.

“Hmmm,” she moaned.

The boy couldn’t believe his luck. Finally his mom sucked him off. This what he always wanted subconsciously. No more jacking off! Now he understood the smiles on the faces of the guys, when the left the brothel; his mom was an expert! She took his entire cock in her mouth, until his balls slapped against her chin.

“Oh mom, you’re wonderful, don’t stop!”

Greg put his right hand on the back of her head, guiding her moves up and down. With his other hand, he grabbed and of her large breasts and kneaded them hard. He also pinched her nipples from time to time, which made her moan even louder. It didn’t take long, before he was ready to come.

“I’m gonna cum mom, oh yeah, your mouth is so warm and wet. Oh yeah moooooooooooooooooooom, I’M CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIING!”

He squirted the biggest load of his young life in her mouth. She swallowed it all. She licked his cock clean until it began to shrink. The best mother in the world lifted herself and lay down beside her exhausted son.

“Mom, that was the hottest thing in the world. Now I understand the satisfaction all these men enjoy, when they come out of your room.”

“Well thanks, honey. But that was not the best thing I do to give them satisfaction. You haven’t even fucked me yet!” Julie said, while she caressed her son’s balls with her hand.

“Wha … You mean … You mean you would let me … ” Greg’s cock was hard again.

“I like fucking the guests very much, but I nearly never come. But if I’d fuck my handsome, young son with his big cock, I … ” Greg interrupted her, turning her on her back and laying between her legs. Julie grabbed between them and guided his cock to her well-fucked cunt. Her pushed and his cock slid in her hot, very wet pussy. He thrust in and out.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, fuck me, Greg! Fuck me hard!” Julie screamed. Her big tits bounced back and forth, each time her son slammed his dick in her. “Oh my god, you great, son! Fuck me! Deeper, deeeeeeeeeper!” Greg’s thrust became harder until Julie couldn’t take it any longer, “Oh yeah, Greg, I’m cumming, oh yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaiiii!”

Greg slowed down and gave her a few seconds to recover. Then he grabbed her, rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him. His hard cock was still in her pussy. Julie loved this position. She began to rock her hips, riding him like there was no tomorrow. Then, for the first time he grabbed his mother’s marvelous tits. The were so big and firm at the same time. This was anything he needed. “Oh mom, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna shoot my sperm up your hot tight cunt! Oh yeah, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

With that he grabbed her ass cheeks ass cheeks, pulled her down as hard as he could and shot his love juice where it belonged — in his mother’s hot pussy! When Julie felt her son squirting his wonderful sperm to her womb, she had her second orgasm. Mother and son came in unison! Both of them were breathless. The exhausted mother lay on her new lover and felt his prick shrinking in her. She had always loved that when she had sex with her beloved husband.

They happily fell asleep together. Neither mother nor son regretted anything the next morning and they agreed to continue fucking. Julie told her son to come to her, whenever he was horny.

***

Several months passed by and the family continued their very successful business. Julie had regular clients. Some of them had a four hour way, just to fuck her. One of them was Henry, a wealthy businessman who was a big fan of Julie. He stopped by at least once a month. He was very generous and always gave the girls really big tips. We talk about five to eight hundred dollars a night. He announced that he was about to visit the brothel on a particular Friday evening. When Julie woke up that Friday, she didn’t feel well. She had problems to breathe, her throat and head ached and she had a fever.

“Oh no!” she whined, “Henry is about to come tonight, I have to work.”

“You can’t work in this condition mom!” her kids explained.

“I can’t disappoint him. He is one of our most important clients. If he would have to see another girl, we could lose him as a guest,” the mother explained.

“Not if the girl is one in this house,” Jenna answered.

Both, Julie and Greg looked at her surprised.

“I’ll fuck him. I may not be as experienced as you, mom, but I’m not innocent either.”

“No, your not gonna … There has to be another way!” Julie said worried about her daughter.

“Mom, I think she is right. It’s the only way I can think of to keep him as a client. If Jenna really wants to do it, I think we should give it a try,” Greg said.

Julie looked at her daughter seriously.

“Honey, are you sure you wouldn’t have a problem with it?”

“Yes mom, one hundred per cent.”

“Ok then, but you can stop any time. If you don’t feel well, just stop. It wouldn’t ruin us to lose him …”

So it was set, Jenna was about to become a hooker. When Henry arrived, they explained the circumstances and he was just fine with it. Of course he loved to fuck Julie, but this twenty year old bitch that used to lap dance for him, wasn’t bad either. He had wanted to fuck her ever since the first time he saw her on stage, but he knew that she only danced. Now he’d finally get to fuck her.

Jenna took him by his hand and guided him to his favorite room, sat him on the bed and started to dance. She shook her hips and ass while she stripped off her top. She sat on his lap and brought her tits to his face, so he could suck her nipples. After a while, Jenna leaned back and took off his shirt. Then she rose from his lap, turned around and pulled down her short skirt while she bent down. She wore a black thong and Henry had a good look at her firm young ass.

‘Oh my god,’ he thought and couldn’t resist no longer. He grabbed her ass and started massaging her cheeks. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. Jenna turned around and stepped back. She seductively pulled down her thong so he could see her neatly trimmed pussy. No need to say that he was hard as a rock by now.

Jenna knelt down between his legs, opened his zip, pulled out his pole and eagerly began do suck it. She could take half of it without choking…….

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I was pissed! I couldn’t believe it! Five thousand dollars down the drain! I guess I should explain. About two weeks ago I moved from the small town I grew up in, out to Los Angeles to pursue a career in modeling. I’m 6’2,” 185lbs, in very good shape, with well defined facial features. Growing up, it seemed like everyone I met told me that I should move out here, and be a model or an actor, or something in the entertainment industry.

Soon after moving out here I met with an agent, who promised to help me set up a portfolio, and that after that, the money and jobs would start rolling in! He said that, although it’d cost five thousand dollars to get all the pictures done, with the income that comes from the jobs we’ll get, it’ll be worth it!

So I gave him a check for the total amount, and I waited. I saw the money leave my account, and I waited. I called him several times a day for 3 straight weeks, and still nothing was happening. I had given this guy more than half of the money I had saved up for my big move, and from all appearances, I wasn’t getting anything back!

I met him at a nightclub on my second night in town. Not knowing anyone in the city, I went out to a bar I’d heard of, and pretty much kept to myself at the bar. Pretty soon, the place was full, and I found myself in a conversation with this guy named Leo. He looked to be in his late forties, or early fifties, and he was about 50lbs overweight. He had greased back black hair, a mustache, and well, he kinda reminded me of Ron Jeremy, but a bit taller.

Somewhere along the line, he told me that he was an agent in the entertainment industry, representing both models and actors, and that we should meet up to discuss business. He said that he couldn’t promise me anything, but that he may be able to offer some guidance.

We met the following Monday at his office on Sunset blvd. I expected a big beautiful office like I’d seen in movies about LA, but instead, the office was on the ground floor of an older, sort of rundown building. When I walked in, I was greeted by Nina, a voluptuous Mediterranean looking woman, who looked to be about his age. From her smile I got the feeling that she’d come out to LA with the same hopes and dreams as I did, but that it hadn’t quite worked out for her.

Leo’s office was a decent size, and there were piles of scripts and folders scattered about in an unorganized fashion. He sat behind his old wooden desk, in a big black leather chair, and smiled sleazily at me as I entered. He invited me to sit down, and we began to talk. Two hours later I was writing him a check for the costs associated to my new portfolio!

I left that place with the highest of hopes! I thought that this was the first huge step on my way to stardom, and I wasn’t far off!

Here I was, three weeks into my big adventure, and I had lost half my money, and had nothing to show for it. I was starting to wonder if moving back home was my best option, but with everyone knowing where I was, and what I was doing, failure was not an option!

I started showing up at Leo’s office daily, but always found it either locked down, or Nina would tell me he was out with clients.

Finally, escort bayan gaziantep I caught up with him. It was 7pm on Thursday night, and I was actually heading out to do some groceries, when I noticed a light on in his office as I drove by. I pulled my car into the nearest parking spot, and ran into his office with rage boiling in my veins! I was again greeted by Nina, who claimed he was out, but I ignored her, and made my way straight through his office door. There he was, sitting at his desk, in what looked like a brand new suit, no doubt bought with the money I’d given him. Although I’d caught him by surprise, he seemed to know I was coming. He stood, offered to shake my hand, and invited me to sit with him to discuss why he hadn’t gotten back to me sooner.

Nina offered us cocktails. Leo asked for a scotch, and I took a vodka soda. About an hour or so later, I was feeling a bit light headed. Having had only two drinks, I thought it odd for it to be hitting me so quickly.

When Nina came in with our third round, she started massaging my shoulders. My initial reaction was to ask her to stop, because I found it weird and uncomfortable, but then my shoulders started to tingle. I could feel every nerve that she stroked electrify.

I started to think I had been drugged, but growing up, the worst thing I had ever done was to smoke a joint with friends in high school, so I wasn’t sure. I found out later that Nina had been feeding me ecstasy in my drinks.

Her massage spread from my shoulders to my back, neck, chest, arms… she was driving me insane! I could feel the blood rushing into my cock, and before I knew it, I had the biggest hardest erection I’d ever had in my life! I had come into this office, filled with rage and anger, with the full intention of doing whatever I had to do to get my money back, and here I was getting a massage from this cheesy looking woman, wearing far too much makeup, and clothes that were much too tight for her swollen frame, and I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life!

Just then, Leo stood, and made his way to our side of the desk. With the top three buttons on his shirt undone, a forest of chest hair jumped out, almost covering the thick gold chain he wore around his neck. He disappeared for about 10 minutes, and when he came back music was blaring. He then took Nina’s place massaging my shoulders. Nina slid around in front of me, and started to slowly dancing to the music while she removed her clothes. Leo took my hands, and placed them on Nina’s dancing body. She grabbed my hands under hers and started massaging herself. First her hips, then up over her ample breasts, and up to her mouth, where she worked each of my fingers into her mouth, and gave them a good tonguing. She then left my hands to do their own work, as she continued to disrobe. She started with her shiny black silk blazer, sliding off her arms onto the floor. She then unzipped her matching skirt, and let it slide gracefully down her thick thighs. There she stood, in black thigh high stalkings, a lazy black thong, and a pink silk slip covering the bra that supported her massive tits. I had never been attracted to bigger women before, and maybe it was the drugs, but she was driving me insane! I couldn’t get enough of her. My hands worked every part of her large body.

Nina slide down onto her knees in front of me, and unzipped my pants. Leo picked pulled me up about an inch, and before I knew it, I was naked from the waste down, but didn’t care! She swallowed my cock like a pro! Working the shaft with her hand, while she tongued my balls, then switching up and swallowing my cock whole, as she gently massaged my sack with her hand.

At this point, Leo had stopped massaging my shoulders, and he moved around to stand next to Nina. Without missing a beat, she reached up, and pulled his semi hard cock from his already undone pants. Her mouth then left my crotch to start working on his. Her right hand continued to stroke my raging hard on, but her mouth was focused squarely on his tool. Not only was this my first time in a “casual sex” situation, but it was also the first time I had ever seen another mans erection live and in person.

At first I was disgusted by it, based purely on the idea of what it implied to be seeing another man being sexually satisfied in my presence. But with Nina’s handiwork keeping me on the edge of explosion, and the drugs working their magic, I became mesmerized by the site of her head bouncing around on his now fully erect cock. His flaccid cock was about the same size as mine was erect, and had now grown to about 9 inches long, and very VERY thick. I could see her stretching her mouth out to accommodate his cock.

Leo had his right hand on Nina’s head, helping her to keep a solid pace on his cock, and his left hand made its way to my head. He first started to simply massage my head, occasionally running his fingers down over my face, and across my lips. When he did it again, my mouth had opened, not necessarily for his hand, but it was open none the less. He pushed his thumb into my mouth, and along my tongue. He’d then pull it part way out, and shove it back in again. Before I knew it, his hand had stopped moving, and I was imitating Nina’s movements with my own head. Bouncing my head on his thumb, as she was on his cock. I matched her rhythm as best as I could, and I could feel myself on the verge of cuming. Nina seemed to be able to tell when I’d get this close, as just before I reached my climax, she stopped stroking, and just held the base of my cock firmly with her fingers… almost like a cock ring would work to prevent me from cuming.

Without realizing it, I had slide to the edge of my chair, and had placed my right hand on Leo’s thigh. He was slowly moving his hand closer to his crotch, until finally my head was only inches from Nina’s. I was forced to slide off my chair, and onto my knees at his feet. Leo then firmly took hold of our heads, and turned them towards each other, pushing us together. We made out feverishly for a good 2 minutes, when I felt something pushing at my cheek. As our mouths opened to allow for our tongues to wrestle, Leo’s cock slide between us.

That however, didn’t stop us. We continued to make out, only instead of our mouths meeting each others, they were both working the head of Leo’s monster. Nina then reached up with her left hand, grabbing a hold of my right wrist, and guiding my hand towards the base of Leos cock. Before I knew it, we were alternating between stroking his tool, and massaging his massive hairy balls.

Moments later, Nina moved away, and I working his cock alone. Something about the feel of it in my hand, filling my mouth, his huge balls, something about it made me want to service it. Something about it made me feel like it had some sort of powers over me.

Nina slide in behind me, and started working my cock again. It was still raging hard, but my pending orgasm had subsided. As I continued to worship his cock, Nina’s hand gained speed, while her other hand seemed to be reaching underneath my legs to massage my balls.

I could feel Leos cock starting to throb in my mouth, and I knew what was coming. He grabbed my head with both of his big hands, and slammed his cock deep into my throat as he unloaded shot after shot of hot slimy cum into my belly. At about the same time, Nina’s hand made its way to my virgin asshole, and a finger worked its way inside me. She continued her assault on my cock, and with the added anal stimulation, it didn’t take long for me to cum. I spurted all over Leo’s feet.

As our paces slowed, Leo slid his snake from my tired mouth, and slowly dragged its head around my face, from cheek to cheek, over my eyes, everywhere, before finally making its way back to my mouth, where he demanded I clean it off!

When I finished there, in a stern commanding voice, he told me to lick up the load I’d sprayed on his feet. I complied without hesitation, and while I was bent over, Nina took great joy in continuing to shove her fingers in my ass.

When I finally finished, I was hard again from Nina’s touch, and Leo instructed me to “fuck that old bitch as hard as I could.”

With the effects of the pills still raging on, I gave her everything I had. Leo sat his naked ass in his chair, feet on his desk, smoking a big fat cigar, while I bent her over the desk, and fucked her loose pussy. After I came, I blacked out.

The next morning I woke up on the floor of my apartment, still sticky from the dried sweat and cum, with a note on the floor next to me. The note read “There’s a video in your DVD player, after you watch it, I want you to shave every hair from your body, and come to the address listed below.”

Not entirely sure what had happened the previous night, I started up the movie. At some point Leo had set up some camera equipment, and the screen was filled with the night’s events. At the end of the video, I guess Nina had picked the camera off the tripod, and she was filming Leo as he spoke to the camera.

“Hey bitch, by now you’re probably wondering what the fuck happened, or how it happened… guess what, doesn’t matter… Unless you want your friends and family from back home to see this, you’ll follow every order I give you till I’m tired of your services.”

Just then, the camera started to zoom out, and I could see Leo leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide, and I was on my knees in front of him, again worshipping his massive cock.

The video faded out as his laughter filled my speakers.

When the video ended, I made my way to my shower, and started preparing myself for my appointment.

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Incestuous Harem
Chapter Three: Sister’s Anal Advice
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Melody Samuels

My pussy was burning so hot as my cousin Clint, my lover who I would do anything for, groaned atop his mom, my sexy Aunt Cheryl. He slammed into her, cumming into the very pussy that had given him birth, maybe breeding his Mommy like he might have already bred me last night.

I shuddered, pressed against Aunt Cheryl’s side, watching the pleasure burning in both their faces, the incestuous passion they had shared. I was so thrilled I could witness this moment, my heart thudding in my chest, my wet pussy humping against my aunt’s thigh. Everything had changed last night.

For a year, my nineteen-year-old cousin Clint and I had been kissing cousins. We had always been close growing up. I was a month older then him and a tomboy. We played as kids—soldiers, ninjas, tag, basketball, and violent video games—and were best friends. That didn’t change through Junior High and into High School. I always knew we would end up having sex, we were just both afraid of crossing that line into incest.

And then Clint’s subconscious gave him that final boost of confidence to go all the way with me. He had a dream of his dead dad, my sexy Uncle Clinton, telling my cousin he had to put both our families back in order by fucking us all. Me first, since we were in so much love. He popped my cherry last night. And then we learned the shocking news—his mom and my mom were lovers. They were sisters and lovers.

Our family was so hot.

“Oh, yes, Mommy needed that,” moaned Aunt Cheryl as she pulled her son down for a hot kiss. My cousin’s hot, muscular body draped over her busty frame, her tits crushed to his chest. She was a sexy MILF, her hair dyed blonde, not natural like my dirty-gold curls, and in great shape.

And she was so lonely since Uncle Clinton died six months ago. But I could tell being taken hard by her son was exactly what she needed.

“Oh, that was so hot, Aunt Cheryl,” I moaned, licking my lips as they kissed.

Clint broke the kiss, his dark eyes falling on mine. I shuddered, understanding in an instant what he wanted. What I had promised to do last night. I licked my lips and nodded my head. I would do anything for my cousin. I was a submissive, like Aunt Cheryl appeared to be.

Only I was Clint’s top submissive. His girl.

“Oh, no,” Mommy moaned as Clint pulled out of her pussy and rolled off her body, his dick half-hard and coated in her pussy cream. It rested on his stomach as he stretched out on his back. “I liked you in me.”

Clint shrugged. “Melody has a task to do.”

A task. I shuddered at those words, my pussy clenching. I moved, my round breasts jiggling. They were so small compared to Aunt Cheryl’s. But they were firm, and Clint loved them even if they weren’t as big as my aunt’s, my mom’s, or Zoey’s, Clint’s twenty-year-old sister. But at least my tits were bigger than my bratty, little sister Lee.

I moved between my aunt’s legs, nervous and excited all at the same time to have my first true lesbian experience. Yes, I had kissed Aunt Cheryl and sucked on her nipple while Clint fucked her hard. But licking her pussy, devouring Clint’s cum out of her snatch, would be a true girl-on-girl experience.

And I was eager for it because Clint wanted it.

His eyes were hungry. “Eat the creampie I made in my mom.”

“Oh, you are a naughty boy,” moaned Aunt Cheryl. “Mommy raised a big, strong, naughty boy.”

“You did,” I said. Then, as a joke, added, “He’s into watersports.”

Clint’s face tightened while Aunt Cheryl actually smiled. “Like to show your dominance over your women, huh, Sir? Humiliate them. Dirty them because you can. Because they will let you. Because they need to please you in any way possible.”

I blinked as I lowered my face to her pussy. Was Aunt Cheryl into watersports?

“I don’t want to pee on her,” Clint scowled. “Melody’s got the fetish. She had to watch me pee this morning. Made her wet just thinking I might piss on her.”

“That he might make me,” I corrected, my pussy clenching again. I really, really didn’t want to be peed on, but I would submit for Clint. I needed to submit to him, to do what he wanted. It was the yearning ache inside me. It gave me pleasure to please him and he knew it. He knew he had this power over me. A power that I gave to him.

It was so sexy.

I breathed in. I smelled the salt of Clint’s cum and a spicy musk. Aunt Cheryl smelled different than my pussy. I took another breath, deeper, savoring the aroma as I moved to her trimmed, black bush matted with juices, her pussy lips thick and engorged, thrusting out of her slit. She wasn’t tight and virginal like I was.

All those times fucking Uncle Clinton’s cock had opened her up.

“Lick her,” growled Clint. “I love creampie porn.”

I shuddered, loving to learn that fact about Clint. I wanted to know all the secrets he had kept from me, all the times he had dodged when I pried at his porn-watching habits. And now he was opening up, letting me know what pleased him.

I licked boldly at Aunt Cheryl’s pussy. My tongue licked through her hot folds, her curly pubic hairs tickling my lips and cheeks. I gathered Clint’s salty cum and the wonderful, spicy juices of Aunt Cheryl’s pussy. She moaned and shuddered as my tongue licked up to her clit, pink and hard and throbbing as I lapped at it.

“Oh, yes, lick Aunty Cheryl’s pussy. Mmm, you are just a submissive slut for my son. Oh, yes, you’re my son’s slave.”

Slave! That was a wonderful word.

“My chief slave,” Clint added, twisting his mom’s nipple. Hard. She gasped, shuddering, humping against my voice. “Right, Mom?”

“Yes, yes,” moaned Aunt Cheryl. “Your slave. Mmm, just like your father. So sexy, Clint. My sexy boy. I raised a sexy man to master me.”

Her hand moved down his body as I licked again and again. I gathered the cum like I was licking an ice cream cone, but one had never tasted so good. So naughty I devoured the incestuous mix as I loved my aunt. My hands wrapped about her thighs, holding her as I licked and nuzzled, taking long drags.

“My cock is all wet,” groaned Clint as his mom reached his pubic hair. “You got me dirty, Mom. And you know the rules of the house.”

“Clean up your mess or face the belt,” moaned Aunt Cheryl. It was one of Uncle Clinton’s sayings. Since my dad, the sperm donor, ran out on my mom while she was pregnant with Lee, Uncle Clinton kept the discipline in my household, too. Lee and I had been been spanked by Uncle Clinton. Maybe that was why our families lived next door.

“That’s right,” groaned Clint as his mom brought his cock to her lips and licked at the half-hard shaft, cleaning up her pussy juices from him.

“Oh, that’s hot,” I groaned. “Lick his cock, slave. Please my man. I want you to make him hard again.”

“Yes, Miss,” moaned Aunt Cheryl. And she licked again, swirling her tongue around the crown of his dick as her hips humped against my lips.

My pussy was on fire as I licked and nuzzled at my aunt’s cunt. I probed my tongue into her silky sheath, savoring the heat and warmth as I quested for more of my cousin’s jizz. Aunt Cheryl’s lips sealed over Clint’s dick, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on her son’s cock.

Clint groaned, gripping his mom’s dyed-blonde hair as she swallowed all of his half-hard dick. Clint’s muscles rippled as he shuddered. I bet his dick was throbbing hard in his mom’s mouth, getting ready for round two.

Oh, this was so hot.

I sucked on my aunt’s clit, nipping, making her moan and gasp before I nuzzled back at her pussy lips. I probed a final time, searching for any more salty treat, but all of Clint’s cum was gone. I had licked it all up.

“That’s it, Mom,” groaned Clint. “You nasty slave. Mmm, you’re my Mommy-slave. You’ll do anything in the world I tell you. You’ll help me fuck your sister. And your daughters. Both of them. Alicia and Zoey. And you’ll help me discipline bratty Lee into acting like a proper eighteen-year-old.”

Aunt Cheryl moaned so loud about his dick. Her hips bucked, grinding her pussy against my face. Her pillowy tits jiggled. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard while her juices flooded into my licking mouth. Spicy cream poured past my lips and coated my throat with their passion as I swallowed.

She came.

She backed hard, moaning louder and louder as she gobbled her son’s hardening cock. She bucked. The idea of her son fucking her daughter set her off. Her eyes were squeezed shut. I held on to her thighs, licking at her juices, savoring the hot delight of contributing to her orgasm while my pussy clenched and ached, needing to be satiated.

“Fuck,” Clint groaned. “You just came, you nasty slut.” He pinched her nipple. “You want me to fuck my sisters. You want me to pop Alicia’s eighteen-year-old cherry. To make my little sister howl on my dick. And you want to witness as I bend Zoey over the counter and teach her to respect me. To stop calling me squirt and realize I am the man of the house.”

“Your mom does want to help you, Clint,” I moaned, lifting my dripping face. “She squirted, Clint. That’s how hard she came.”

“Fuck,” Clint groaned, ripping his cock from his mom’s mouth. He was fully hard, his dick throbbing before me. “Mommy-slave, get Melody’s ass ready. I need to break in every one of my girl’s holes.”

My ass clenched. Anal? “Doesn’t that hurt?”

He stared at me. “And?”

“And I want you to fuck my ass, Clint,” gaziantep eskort bayan I moaned despite my fears. He wanted this. So I would make a gift to him. I spun around, kneeling, pointing my ass at him. “Take me. I’m yours, Clint. I always have been. I’ve wanted to be your woman, your wife, since we were kids.”

Aunt Cheryl laughed. “And everyone knew that you had such a crush on your brother.”

I blinked. Clint and I said, “Brother?” at the same time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Clint Elliston

My dick throbbed hard as I wrenched my eyes from my submissive cousin’s tight ass, her shaved pussy glistening between her sleek thighs, to the tattoo on my mom’s left breast. Over her heart. It was a triangle with three letters inside it. The letter C at the top point while a second letter C and a V were at the lower two corners.

I traced it, touching the top C. “Clinton,” I said then moved down. “Cheryl and Vicky. You were both Dad’s sex slaves.”

“And lovers,” Mom moaned, pain flooding her eyes. “I loved your father so much, Clint. From the first time we made love, I knew I would be his wife. And when he wanted to do other things, experiment, I didn’t fight him. I submitted. I gave him what he wanted. Even other girls. And then he wanted my younger sister. And I was so excited. So wet to make her a gift.

“Our first night together was magical. The three of us were welded, united. Vicky and I were so much alike, but submissives, eager to please this strong man who loved us both. Since I was already dating him, we kept that up. Vicky became his secret lover, his mistress.”

“That’s why we live side-by-side?” I gasped. “So Dad could have access to Aunt Vicky.”

“And…and…” Melody looked over her shoulder, her hazel eyes wide. “That means Uncle Clinton is my…”

“He’s your father,” nodded my mom. “Until now, Vicky and I never had another man. Only him.”

I glanced at my cousin. Only she wasn’t my cousin. She was my half-sister. My dick throbbed even harder. I had already fucked one of my cousins, and she was the woman I loved, my best friend in the whole fucking world.

“Damn,” I groaned, my dick felt even harder. “I’m going to break in my sister’s ass.”

“I have a brother,” Melody said and turned, throwing herself at me.

I was startled by the hug, by how tight she pressed against me, her breasts rubbing on my chest, nipples so hard, my dick throbbing against her stomach. I hugged her back, holding her as she cried into my neck. Her wet cheek pressed against mine.

“My brother,” she groaned. “My man, my brother, my master, my husband. Oh, Clint. I…”

I understood. Nothing had changed and yet everything was some how different. We were even closer now. I rocked her and kissed at her cheek, loving my half-sister. She squeezed my tighter for a moment before breaking away and glaring at my mom.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me that Uncle Clinton was my dad? I thought I didn’t have one.” Her voice broke and her lower lip quivered. I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“We were waiting for Lee and Alicia to get older.” Tears beaded my mom’s eyes. “We wanted to make sure everyone in the family was mature enough to understand and not freak out. We wanted to make sure you wouldn’t tell people, even by accident, and start rumors. It might have made things weird for you at school or something. And then…”

“He died.”

Tears beaded my mom’s eyes. I held out my other arm for her. And then my mom was pressed against me, her face pressed into my neck, sobbing for my dad. She loved him a lot, probably as much as I loved Melody. Tears burned at my own eyes as I held both my sister and mother. Their arms were around each other, all of us hugging, remembering what a great man Dad was.

Finally, the tears dwindled. My mom sniffed. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said. “I…I shouldn’t have been crying. I ruined the mood.”

I shook my head. “Mom, don’t be. It’s good to cry. I understand. You’re my Mommy-slave, but it’s Dad who you’ll love. I don’t mind. I have Melody. I just want you to be my slut.”

“Oh, I am,” she purred. “And I do love you. You’re my big, strong son.”

Melody giggled. “He’s already getting hard again, Aunt Cheryl.”

“He wants that ass.” Mom’s hand moved and squeezed Melody’s rear. “He wants his sisters tight, virgin ass.”

My dick was hard again. Aching as it pressed into Melody’s stomach. My half-sister, that would take some remembering, wiggled, her nipples hard against me. “I do. I want that ass. I love watching anal.”

“What other porn do you like?” Melody moaned.

“Lesbians,” he grinned. “And creampies.”

“We covered that,” Mom said. “And anal.”

“Titty fucks.” My eyes flicked down at Mom’s big breasts pressed into my side. “I’ll be breaking in those tits sometime.”

“They’re yours, Son,” she breathed.

“Asians,” I added. “Tight, petite Asian girls.”

Mom laughed. “Your father did, too. Your Aunt Vicky and I were on standing orders to find him any Asian woman interested in a threesome.”

Melody gave me a look. “Well, there’s Pam Hiragawa. No wonder you’re always staring at her ass during PE.”

“Guilty,” I groaned, loving Pam’s tight, petite body and slanted eyes. She was Japanese but born in America. Silky, black hair, almond eyes, delicate face.

“I think you just got harder thinking about another woman when you have your hot sister and busty mom in your arms, asshole,” Melody said, a playful smile on her lips as she lightly punched me on the shoulder.

“Asians,” I grinned. Then I smacked her ass, hard. She gasped at the stinging slap. “Now on your knees. Mommy-slut, get her ready for my cock. I’m going to pound my sister’s ass.”

“Oh, yes, Sir,” moaned Mom, her voice husky, eager to please.

“It better be my ass you’re thinking about while fucking me,” Melody said, a dangerous glint in her eyes. She was still a tomboy.

“Keep that tone with me, and I’ll bend you over my knee.”

She smiled. “I just might like that.”

Then she turned onto her hands and knees, presenting that beautiful ass. So firm and curving. She had a great ass. I stared at it, loving my red handprint marring her ivory flesh. Oh, yes, she would be over my knee before too long. That ass was too inviting to give up.

“I also love watching women getting spanked,” I groaned. “My last kink.”

Melody wiggled her ass at me, teasing me as Mom knelt before her. Damn, I loved my half-sister. She would be my wife. I bet there was states were we could marry. Technically, she was my first cousin. My dad’s name wasn’t on her birth certificate. I would have to look into that. Maybe relocate the family in a few years.

“Anal can hurt,” Mom said as she ran her fingers through Melody’s dripping pussy lips. “But if you are ready for it, cocks are lubed with spit or pussy juices, then it is amazing. I’ve had some of my best orgasms with your father’s cock in my ass.”

“I bet Daddy fucked you so hard,” Melody moaned, savoring the word. I could hear the joy in her voice. Just knowing she had a Daddy who loved her, even if he had passed away, made her feel wonderful. Dad always did show affection for Melody and Lee, treating them like he did my sisters and me.

Damn, Dad was a stud.

“So we’re going to get you nice and juicy for your first time,” Mom moaned and shoved two fingers into my sister’s hot, tight twat. Melody moaned, shuddering as Mom licked her tongue up through her taint and between the cheeks of her ass. “We’ll use spit and pussy juices to get you lubed up.”

“Oh, damn, Aunt Cheryl,” gasped Melody as my mom rimmed her ass. “Oh, isn’t that nasty?”

“So nasty, Miss,” Mom answered. “That’s what makes it hot. So sour. Mmm, I love it.”

I licked my lips, envying my mom. I slowly stroked my dick, wanting a taste of my sister’s ass as Mom’s tongue licked and swirled about her sphincter, getting her nice and wet while her fingers pumped in and out of Melody’s snatch. Mom pulled her two digits out, covered in my sister’s cream, and moved them up to Melody’s asshole.

My half-sister gasped as Mom worked the first of her fingers into the tight, brown sphincter. I groaned, my balls aching as Melody’s back arched. Her sandy-blonde hair danced about her shoulders as she wiggled.

“Oh, that feels soooo weird,” gasped Melody. “Your finger is going so deep in me, Aunt Cheryl.”

“Does it feel good?” I asked, moving around the bed. I grabbed her blonde hair, yanking her head up to look at me. “Does it, slut?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned. “It does. It’s weird, almost burning and yet… Oooh, yes, that’s even better.”

My mom had slid the second finger in, making Melody rock and shudder on the bed, her eyes fluttering as her hips undulated. She moaned again, sounding so wanton and aroused. She licked her lips, eyes fluttering. Her lashes were so long and lovely. I stared into her eyes as Mom fingered and rimmed her, watching the pleasure cross my half-sister’s face.

Damn, this was hot. I wanted to share everything with Melody. I wanted her to enjoy my sisters with me, especially bratty Lee. I wanted to watch her make her own mother cum. I wanted her to seduce Pam Hiragawa for me and lick my cum off that Japanese beauty’s face.

“Shit,” I groaned and rammed my cock into her mouth. “Keep me hard but don’t make me cum. I just want to feel that mouth on my dick while Mom gets you ready.”

Melody moaned her yes about my dick as I shuddered. My balls ache so much as I held her hair, savoring her warm, wet mouth around my cock. She didn’t suck and tried not to move her tongue, but it was still paradise. My eyes were locked on Mom ripping her fingers out of my sister’s asshole and moving them lower, out of sight.

Melody moaned. Mom had shoved her fingers back into Melody’s pussy.

“Get her ready for me, Mommy-slut,” I growled. “Get her nice and loose. I’m going to pound her asshole so hard.”

“Yes,” Mom moaned. “I will, Sir. I will make sure your top slave is ready for you. That she will cum so hard when you fuck her. I know you want to make her cum. You are such a generous man, like your father. You want your women happy.”

“’A happy woman will do anything for her man,’” I quoted Dad. He had been grooming me to be a dominant, to probably claimed Melody as my submissive lover if everyone in the family realized we had been in love since children.

“She will,” Mom moaned. “Look at Melody. You made her very happy, Sir.”

“I licked her pussy to orgasm before I popped her cherry. And she tasted wonderful.”

“That will do it,” Mom smiled.

My sister moaned about my cock, vocalizing her agreement. The humming delight of her voice sent flutters racing down my dick. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth. I wanted that ass. I watched Mom work a third finger into Melody’s sphincter, widening her brown ring, getting her ready for my dick’s girth.

Damn, this was so hot. So sexy. My own fucking harem of women. Melody at the top, then Mom and her sister, and then my sisters. Maybe other girls. Stefani, my older sisters best friend, was always flirting with me, cock-teasing me like Zoey did. Those two would have to learn there are consequences to teasing a man and making him hard.

“Fuck,” I snarled, my balls aching. “She’s ready, Mom.”

Mom pulled her fingers out of my sister’s ass. She held them up to me, a twinkle in her eye. “She is, Sir.”

I licked her fingers, savoring the lingering traces of sweet pussy mixed with sour ass. I groaned as I pulled my dick out of Melody’s mouth. She sucked in deep breaths as I moved on the bed, Mom sliding out of the way.

“May I guide you in, Sir?” Mom asked, her eyes big. “I want to hold my son’s big, thick cock as he fucks his sister’s ass for the first time.” There was motherly pride in her voice.

“Yes,” I growled.

She shoved her fingers between her thighs, rubbing her pussy before she seized my cock, stroking her cream onto my shaft. I grinned at her as she brought me to my half-sister’s asshole. Melody watched over her shoulder, her face tight, fear in her eyes.

“Melody,” I said. “You’re a fucking tomboy. You once skinned both your knees and wanted to keep on playing. Don’t be scared. Trust me.”

Her breath quickened. She nodded. “I do, Clint. I do. You won’t harm me.”

“He’ll only hurt you,” Mom purred. “And that is something completely different” She rubbed my cock against Melody’s tight sphincter. “Now fuck your sister’s virgin ass. She needs it so badly. Her ass is yours.”

“Mine,” I snarled and thrust.

Melody’s back arched. Her head snapped up. She hugged a pillow to her as my dick forced past her tight sphincter. My eyes widened as the velvety, hot tightness of her bowels gripped me. I pushed deeper and deeper as she groaned, shuddering, clenching down hard on my dick. She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath when I bottomed out in her.

“I took you,” she groaned, voice tight with pain. “I took you, Clint.”

“You did,” I growled, my hand sliding around her hip to her stomach. “God, you are tight. I could just stay like this forever, savoring your bowels.”

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her breath slowing, her bowels relaxing. My finger reached for her clit and—

Her phone blared Pharrell’s Happy. She threw a look to her discarded jeans on the floor, her phone peeking out of a pocket, the screen lighting up. “That’s your house’s landline, Clint.”

“Alicia,” I groaned. My little sister eschewed cell phones for some reason—don’t ask. She enjoyed having her kindle eReader, which wasn’t even a proper tablet she could do something else on beside reading books. Only her and my mom ever used our landline. “Why would she be…?”

Melody and I both looked at each other, our eyes widening as the same idea popped into our head.

Last night, when Melody and I had made love and fucked four times, we had not been quiet. My bedroom was on the third floor, sharing the attic with a storage room. Alicia’s was on the second floor but not directly beneath mine. She was the only person home last night, and she might have heard us.

And now she was calling Melody. She never called Melody.

“Get the phone, Mom,” I growled, my finger rubbing on Melody’s clit. “Hurry.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, not questioning, hearing the authority in my voice.

“Clint?” Melody asked.

“Talk to her,” I grinned. “If she heard us last night, I want to know if she’s turned on. Probe her. Put her on speaker phone and let’s find out how ripe my sister’s cherry is.”

Melody’s bowels clenched on my dick. “Oh, you are a wicked brother.”

“Uh-huh,” Mom said, rushing back to the bed and handing Melody her iPhone.

“Quiet,” I told Mom, my finger slightly stroking Melody’s clit. I wanted to pound her ass so hard, but I resisted.

Melody connected the proper sequence of dots on the screen to unlock it and hit the speaker button. “Hey, Cupcake, this is a surprise.”

“Are you with Clint?” the quiet voice of my sister asked. I imagined her in the kitchen, sitting at the island on one of the stools, the phone pressed against her ear, her petite body trembling. She was just budding into womanhood, a late bloomer compared to Zoey or even Lee.

Melody glanced at me. I shook my head.

“No, no, he went to play a game of pickup basketball with his asshole friends,” Melody answered. “I decided to hangout at the house. So what’s up, Cupcake?”

“I…” Alicia’s voice hesitated. “Well… I don’t know… It’s… Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“You heard Clint and I making love last night,” Melody boldly said, her bowels clenching on my dick.

I fought a groan, rubbing her clit. Melody shivered as there was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. Then Alicia said, “I…did. So…?”

Her cheeks must be crimson right now, her cute glasses slipping down her button nose. Damn, it was torture not fucking Melody’s hot, tight bowels. My dick ached so badly. I needed that sweet friction about me.

“So…what? Why did I make love to your brother?”

“I know why.” Alicia swallowed. “You love him.”

“I do. And it was so sexy. Your brother made our first time special.”

“He did.” Her voice rose, interest clear in her tone. “That’s good. What was it…like?”

“Why are you so curious? Eager to have that special boy carry you off and pop your cherry. Who is it?”

“There’s no one,” Alicia said. “Not really.”

Melody looked at me and mouthed, “She wants you.”

Mom nodded her head, lying on the bed, biting her lip as she slowly rubbed at her pussy lips, listening to her youngest daughter’s breathy, virginal curiosity. Mom’s breasts jiggled so invitingly while Melody shifted.

“You can tell me who the boy is,” Melody purred. “Is it a boy at school?”

“I guess,” Alicia squirmed. “So what was it like? When he… You know?”

“Popped my cherry?”

“That’s not romantic,” Alicia gasped. “I thought you said it was romantic.”

“It was so romantic, Cupcake.” Melody shuddered. “I walked in wearing this tight tank top, no bra, and his eyes just bugged out. I could tell he wanted me. That we were finally going all the way. He pulled me to him, so strong, claiming my lips.”

“Wow,” Alicia said, her voice throaty.

“The kiss was amazing. I mean, fireworks and bells and all that. I melted against him. It was the best kiss ever. I squirmed on his lap, and I could feel him growing hard.”

“His penis?”

“Come on, say the right word,” Melody purred. “I know they use dirty words in all those romances you read.”

“His cock!” She said it fast, excited. “You felt his cock?”

“I did, Cupcake. Your brother was hung. He was so hard beneath me. I ground and groaned on him, growing hotter and wetter. And then he laid me on the bed.”

Listening to Melody describe last night to my—our—little sister made me ache. I slowly pulled my dick back, savoring the hot grip of her ass as Melody told about how it felt to have her nipples sucked and how I kissed down to her pussy. “He pulled off my panties, and I was exposed. I was so scared and thrilled all at the same time. He was seeing me naked. All of me, and there was such desire in her eyes.”

“Oh, I want that,” panted Alicia. She must be wet, too, squirming, her virgin pussy soaking her panties.

Mom groaned, rubbing harder at her pussy. Her toes curled as she masturbated, her black curls engulfing her fingers. She shoved two digits into her pussy, biting her lip to fight off another moan. Her eyes fluttered. I understood. This was so damned hot.

I pushed my dick forward, muffling my grunts as Melody’s tight ass gripped my cock, the friction racing through me.

“And then he ate my pussy, Cupcake. He devoured me.” Melody shuddered. “Oh, god, it was so many sensations. They were all mixing and swirling. It made masturbation pale. He was so wonderful. My sexy man was eating me out, pleasing me, loving me. His eyes stared up at me and I knew. I knew, Alicia, that he loved me.”

“Oh, yes,” Alicia moaned. Was my sister masturbating on the other end of the line, rubbing her virgin, eighteen-year-old cunt? “Then what? Did he make love to you? Did he take your maidenhead?”

“Yes.” Melody bucked into me, sliding her ass up my shaft as I thrust, her hips shaking. “His cock was in me. We were united, one flesh. It was so intimate. I was his woman. He was atop me, loving me, pumping away, driving me wild. Cupcake, it was the best thing ever. Ooh, I hope you and your special boy have as much fun as we did.”

“There’s no one,” Alicia repeated. “But…but… Oh, you’re so lucky, Melody. My brother is so handsome and…and…” Breathy squeaks came through the phone.

“She’s cumming,” Mom whispered, rubbing her pussy faster. “My baby girl is cumming. She’s masturbating to you, Sir.”

Melody groaned, listening to the wild gasps of Alicia on the other end of the phone as I slid my dick faster and faster in and out of her bowels. Her flesh gripped me. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I reamed my dick in and out of her depths. I diddled Melody’s clit harder.

“It was amazing, Cupcake,” moaned Melody. “I came so hard on his dick. So hard. My pussy spasmed on him. I loved it!”

And then her bowels spasmed on my dick. Melody was cumming, too, adding her moans to my sister’s gasps. I fucked her harder, not caring any longer about being quiet. My dick ached. This was too much. Alicia wanted me to make love to her, to take her cherry like I had taken Melody’s.

And I had to pluck her cherry. I had to fuck my little sister.

“Oh, yes, Cupcake,” moaned Melody. “It was amazing. He’s my man. I’m so happy. I want you to be happy, too. I want you to surrender to the man you desire. To give yourself to him.”

Alicia let out a moan in the background. Then she gasped. I could hear her embarrassed, fluttered breath, and then she quickly blurted out, “I have to go. Bye.”

The line went dead. “Fuck,” exploded out of my breath as I pounded my sister’s tight ass, rocking her on the bed. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

“It was,” Mom gasped, her body heaving. “She came. The little vixen was masturbating on the phone with you.”

“I know,” Melody moaned. “Oh, it was so hot. Especially with your dick in my asshole, Clint.”

“And my finger on your clit.” I rubbed harder and she bucked.

“So hot. That was amazing.” Her hips bucked back into me, her hot, tight bowels gripping my dick. “Mmm, yes, pound my ass, Clint. Ram that huge dick into me. Oh, yes. My brother’s big cock is in my asshole. My man’s dick. Fuck me. I need to cum again. And then you have to dump all your cum in my bowels.”

“Because all of your holes are mine?” I snarled. “Mine to cum in whenever I want?”

“Yes!”

“If we’re at the mall, and I say, ‘Pull down your panties,’ what do you do?”

“Pull them down and offer you my cunt,” she moaned, bucking harder, her words driving me wild.

I pounded her ass, my balls smacking into her taint, her butt-cheeks rippling. “And if we’re at school and I say ‘Melody, fall to your knees,’ what do you do?”

“Fall to my knees, unzip your pants, and suck your cock, Clint.”

“Even if we’re in the middle of a crowded hallway? All the students passing. Your friends watching you suck my cock.”

Her bowels clenched so hard on my dick. “They would all watch me be your cock-sucking whore, Clint. I would show them how a girl worships her man’s dick and swallows all of his cum. Every last drop.”

“Damn, I love you,” I panted, my dick aching in the depths of her bowels. Her hot, tight flesh gripped me so hard.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Oh, you two are so beautiful together, Sir,” Mom moaned. “Just perfect. Your father would be so proud of you both. He was eager for you to take command of your half-sister, to make her your woman. He wanted you to be as happy as him.”

“Shit,” I groaned, my balls ready to burst.

I slammed my dick hard and fast into Melody’s bowels. I growled, the friction building the pressure in my nuts. They thwacked into her body, full of cum, ready to flood her. I groaned, rubbing harder at her clit as I humped over her, watching her supple back writhe as she bucked back into me.

Her blonde hair danced as she undulated her hips. She grunted and groaned, slamming back into me. Her bowels tightened. Her head snapped back. And then she came again. Juices flooded around my finger on her clit as her asshole spasmed on my dick, milking my cock.

“Cum in my ass, Clint,” she growled. “Please! Cum in your slutty, submissive sister’s asshole.”

“Do it,” moaned Mom, frigging herself to another orgasm, her tits bouncing as she humped. “Please, Sir. Empty your balls into her asshole.”

“Yes,” I growled and buried to the hilt into Melody’s tight asshole.

My cock unloaded. Pleasure pumped through me. It surged to my mind. My back arched. Stars danced before my eyes. Ecstasy bathed through me. Alicia’s face burned bright in my mind, a beacon. My next conquest. I was going to enjoy her.

And Mom and Melody were going to help.

As the pleasure peaked in me, an idea formed in my mind. Something so naughty and wonderfully delicious, a way to cement I was the man of the house. I shuddered a final time, the last blast of cum flooding into my half-sister’s tight bowels. She groaned, milking me.

“Oh, thank you for cumming in me,” moaned Melody. “I so needed that, Clint. You always know what I need.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, pulling my cock out of her asshole.

“And you made a mess, dear,” Mom purred. “I hope you remember the rule.”

Melody’s eyes widened as she looked at my dick. Then she turned around. Her nose wrinkled, smelling her sour ass on it. But then she licked up my shaft to the top. I groaned, savoring her submission, her willingness to degrade herself for my pleasure.

“Let me help,” Mom moaned, nuzzling in, licking at the other side of my dirty cock.

“Damn,” I groaned, staring at their faces. “Oh, you two are such wicked sluts.” They would do anything for me. Even let me pee in their mouths… “We’re going to have fun today. There is an eighteen-year-old virgin pining for her brother. I think she needs her ‘cousin’ to help her out, soothe her fears, and get her ready to have her maidenhead pricked.”

“You wicked boy,” groaned Mom. “Yes, Sir, I totally agree with you. That’s what my daughter needs.”

Melody winked at me and then sucked on the crown of my cock hard. Damn, it was great being the man of the house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alicia Elliston

Embarrassment flooded through me. My hand was still in my shorts and panties, pressed against my wet, virgin pussy. I couldn’t believe I had masturbated listening to Melody talk about making love to my older brother.

But Clint was so handsome, like one of the heroes out of a romance novel. He was so muscled, like Dad, and broad-shouldered. My brother’s hands were strong. And he knew how to please a woman, just like the men in the romances did. They seduced their women, gave them pleasure, and then took them so hard.

Ravished them.

My pussy clenched, and I shuddered as I rubbed my fingers up and down my hot pussy. I shivered, the bar stool creaking beneath me. I set the receiver down. The long, curly cord led back to the phone mounted on the wall.

Clint. How wonderful would it be if Clint made love to me? But he was Melody’s boyfriend. And he was my brother. I couldn’t have him. It would be soooo wrong.

And that made my pussy tingle. I rubbed myself again, closing my eyes and—

Stairs creaked. Bare feet padded.

I gasped, wrenching my hands out of my pussy, my cheeks burning as I fumbled at the fasteners of my jean shorts. My heart thudding, Zoey stumbled into the kitchen. My older, far bustier sister walked in, her brassy hair a tangled mess, her breasts stretching out a pink tank top, a pair of bright-red, lacy panties clinging to her hips and crotch.

“Hey, Alicia,” she muttered on her walk to the refrigerator.

“You slept in,” I said, my cheeks on fire. I wiped my fingers off on my shorts. But I could smell my fresh pussy juices. What if she could smell them, too? What if she realized I was masturbating in our kitchen? I wanted to bolt.

“Late night,” she yawned.

“Working at Dairy Queen?” I arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t think they were open past 11.”

“Drive thru’s open later at this one. Get the people coming home from the bars hungry.” She yawned again, stretching. If Clint was here, he would be staring at Zoey’s ass in those tight panties. The fabric had dipped into her crack and molded to her round cheeks.

He would never notice me. I was so flat, so petite. Puberty had done its best to ignore me. But it would be so wonderful to lie with Clint. I would let him make love to me. I would. I didn’t care if it was wrong. He was so handsome. My sexy brother.

“Right, no OJ,” grumbled Zoey and closed the fridge. “Mom better go grocery shopping today.”

I nodded absently. My pussy tingled again. I put my bowl of cereal in the sink then rushed upstairs. I had to masturbate again. To Clint. I slammed my door behind me, locked it, and threw myself on my pink comforter, surrounded by my stuffed animals. I wiggled out of my shorts and panties before i grabbed my large teddy bear. He was as big as me.

“Clint,” I moaned as the fluffy bear loomed over me. I rubbed my crotch against the teddy bear’s, savoring the slide of his soft fur against my virgin pussy, and humped, pretending it was Clint on top of me.

To be continued…

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Jenny Sanders.
The first time I met Jenny Sanders was my first day at Redmont high school. I was a freshman new to the Redmont school system. My father changed companies and we ended up moving from the city to this sleepy town. Now before I get into Jenny Sanders, you should know my name is Alex Ulrick.
Like I said I met Jenny my first day at Redmont, since I am new to the school jenny was tasked with showing me around. As I am more reserved and shy I was happy to oblige to this goddess showing me the school.
So it is with much delight that I find myself staring at Jenny’s beautiful bouncing ass, as she shows me down the hallway.
Jenny looked back and caught me staring at her ass, I redden with embarrassment
Sooooooooooo jenny asked you’re from the city?
Yes i replied I was born and raised there.
I love the city, what brings you to Redmont?
Uhhhh my dad switched companies and I got dragged along.
Oh so you’re not happy to be in Redmont?
It’s not that, it’s just there is so much to do in the city I feel so lost in this small town.
Oh Alex this may be a small town but there is plenty to do if you know where to look.
I think I might need someone to show me where to look then.
Well we can start with the school Alex.
That sounds excellent, where in the school should we start I asked?
How about right here Jenny giggled.
We continued to walk down the hallway in awkward silence sneaking peeks at each other trying to think of something to say. Jenny looked at my schedule and looked back at me with surprised look.
You’re in Calculus with Mr. Conner? What grade did you say you were in?
Ha-ha I didn’t, I am a freshman how about you jenny?
I am a sophomore, Are you like… a genius or something Alex?
I prefer exceptionally gifted if you don’t mind Jenny.
Ohhh… I apologize Alex.
Jenny… that was a joke… I am bad at that.
Alright…. Well it looks like you also have AP English with Miss Miller, Chemistry with Mr. Gilroy, Economics with Mr. Hale, and oh French gaziantep rus escort with Mrs. Winters, Your in that class with me Alex. Well here we are at your calculus class; I will see you in French Alex.

Everyone, LISTEN UP! This is Alex Ulrick, He is a freshman from the city, and will be joining our calculus class this term. Alex I am Mr. Conner, Why don’t you take that empty seat between Katy and tommy.
Soooo, Katy we have some kind of genius between us here.
Tommy you know he won’t you cheat off him sad Katy…will you Alex?
W-we-well you haven’t really given me time to put thought into the matter Alex stuttered.
Alright Katy, Tommy, let Alex do his work please.
The rest of the school day flew by; when the final bell rang Jenny caught me as I was walking out the door.
Hey Alex, Jenny smiled and waved.
Oh hey Jenny what can I do for you?
Well I noticed your class line up was pretty heaving and was just wondering if… well maybe… if you have free time would you like to tutor me?
Jenny my class schedule is pretty hectic but I think I could squeeze in some free time to tutor you.
That’s great Alex! I will meet you at my house at 8:00 p.m.; it’s the last one on the left on Main Street. Think you can find it?
Yeah I think I can manage Jenny.
Well here, Jenny grabbed my hand and wrote down her number. Here is my number just in case you get lost. See you tonight!
I will see you at eight sharp Jenny.
At 7:45 I found myself at Jenny’s door. I was a little early but I am always early. I knocked on the door and another goddess greeted my eyes.
You must be Alex! I am Jamie, Jenny’s older sister.
Wow, High Jamie you look just like Jenny…errr I guess I should say Jenny looks just like you.
I guess I will take that as a compliment, Jenny is in her room. Why don’t you head on up first door on the left. Our parents won’t be back from the city for a few hours.
Thank you Jamie it was nice to meet you. As I rushed up the stairs I caught a whiff of Jamie’s perfume. It smelled like jasmine.
I am sure we will meet again Alex.
With that I headed up the stairs into Jenny’s room. Her door was cracked so I headed in, and didn’t see her. I called out, Jenny?
I’m in the bathroom Alex! she yelled over the hair dryer, you can come on in.
I turned the handle to the door and pushed it open, what I saw I will never forget for as long as I live. Jenny was completely naked bent over ass facing me. She was drying underneath her hair and didn’t see me come in. I stared at her perfectly tanned ass, her pussy was poking cresting between her legs begging to be fucked, and I just make out her amazing supple breast shaking as she tousled her hair to get it to dry faster. The next thing I knew I heard her screaming.
Oh My God! Alex what are you doing in here.
Uhh…i… you told me to come in.
Yeah into my room not the bathroom, GET OUT!
Jenny I’m sorry I didn’t mean too…. I muttered as she shoved me out the bathroom door and slammed it shut. I sat on the edge of the bed trying to process what was happening. Jenny opened the door and came out in a towel.
Jenny I’m so sorry I think it would better if I just leave now.
No! Alex wait… I’m sorry I overreacted. It’s just that you surprised me and… well there was no reason to yell at you.
Jenny it’s my fault I should have knocked.
Its… ok.. Alex..
Jenny and I just stared at each other with awkward tension between us. I got the nerve to look into her eyes and she was staring at me with an odd look.
What is it jenny?
Well I was just thinking… I mean you saw me naked, so it’s only fair if you know… you show me something.
What?!?!?!?
You don’t have too if you don’t want to Alex! I just thought it would be fair.
Your right Jenny it is only fair, what would you like to see?
Lose the pants Alex!
Wow I laughed nervously you know exactly what you want.
I just haven’t ever seen one in person before… A penis that is.
I slowly pulled down my pants, kicked them off and was left in just my boxers. Are you sure this is what you want Jenny? Jenny bit her lip and just nodded. I heard a gasp as I removed my boxers and Jenny got her first look at me in all my glory.
I looked into her eyes; But Jenny’s eyes were locked on my dick.
Do.. Do you mind if I touch it Alex?
Uh. No one ever has before but I guess.
Jenny took my cock in her hand and lightly rubber her fingers up and down, I moaned and jenny drew her hand back a little bit.
Did I hurt you?
No Jenny that felt really good. Jenny replaced her hand and slowly stroked my cock up and down. The continue motion made Jenny’s towel fall open, so I got to see her glorious body once again only this time up close.
Alex do you mind if I try something?
Jenny you can do whatever you want!
Whatever I want Alex? Lie on the bed for me and close your eyes.
I did as I was told not sure what to expect from Jenny. I felt the bed rock as she got on and I felt her breath hot on my stomach. I peeked between my closed eyelids for just a second to see Jenny completely naked now on top of me. She chose that moment to take my dick into her mouth I moaned as she slowly took my shaft into her mouth. It was the best feeling I had felt to date.
Jenny finally got to the base of my shaft and slowly withdrew it from her mouth, and began to jerk me up and down. I about lost it on the spot.
Jenny I think I’m going to cum.
Oh, Alex Cum for me!
I felt my balls tighten, and my release came as ropes of cum shot out at the highest velocity I had ever achieved in my life. The jizm hit jenny in the chest and slid down her stomach. I finally stopped spewing cum and I heard jenny laugh.
Wow Alex, I didn’t know you had that much in you.
Neither did I jenny I don’t think I had ever come so hard.
I told you there was plenty to do in a small town Alex!
If I knew it was this Jenny I would have moved out of the city a long time ago. Fatigued from my recent ejaculation I was just about to close my eyes and drift off for a minute, when I noticed a shadow at the door. It quickly moved away but the smell of jasmine lingered after.

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“I should have seen that coming, but I didn’t,” I said.

Then we all went over to her.

“Holy shit, we gotta get you to a hospital,” Sharon said.

Then she set aside her anger for a little while and we all made the trip out to the hospital. We got Jeanette a room and she was in labor, but everyone was waiting in the waiting room.

“So you must be Callie?” Sharon asked.

“Yes, and Sharon, right?” I asked.

“Yes. This is Kevin, my new husband, but I see John got a new wife too,” Sharon replied.

“And he got this little one, we named her Jeanette too,” I said.

“Why did you name her that?” Kevin asked.

“Well, if it wasn’t for Jeanette, we might not have ever met and had this girl,” John replied.

“OK then. How old is she now?” Sharon asked.

“About 7 months now,” I replied.

“And that’s your mom in there with her now?” Sharon asked.

“Yes, and she married your daughter,” I replied.

Then I think she felt that they were the odd ones out. Well she was the one that never made the trip out there with us or just call and tell Jeanette about her being remarried. So it was hard to feel too bad for her honestly, but I was a new mom though, so I did have some sympathy for her.

“Sharon, I’m not one that will or even wants to get in the middle of you two, but I’ll tell you this, you made her really depressed and upset. So if you are gonna stick around, then stick around and don’t ditch her. I mean, she is really happy with my mom here, and we want her to stay happy. I know we just met, but still, I’ve been around her a lot more than you, and the last thing we want is for her to be unhappy,” I said.

Then she just had this disgusted look on her face.

“Well shit, you just put me in my place, if you weren’t her best friend and holding a baby I think I’d slap you, honestly,” Sharon said.

I wasn’t too happy about that.

“Take Jeanette, John,” I said as I handed her to him.

“Callie,” John replied.

Then I came towards Sharon and gave a piece of my mind and I really think I got John turned on by that.

“Well Sharon, whether or not you like my words, due to some sympathies I had, past tense now, for you, I said that as nicely as I could. Your ex-husband thinks I’m the sweetest woman on the planet and I think he is the sweetest man on the planet. Jeanette never told me why exactly she was angry about you coming other than the fact you never told her that you married this guy, no offense, Kevin,” I said.

“None taken,” Kevin replied.

“You seemed nice at first, but I try to be reasonable with you, and you say you would slap me? Well with all due respect, bleep you. I choose not curse around my daughter,” I said.

Then she did something maybe I should have seen coming emotionally anyway, but did not. She kissed me.

“Shit, you too?” I asked as I sat back down.

Then we all just stay silent for about another 10 minutes, then the nurse let us all in. Then we finally found out that they had a little girl named Callie. Jeanette was holding her there as she was all wrapped up. Jeanette and Christina were both tearing up big time. Then Sharon came up there close to Jeanette and she began tearing up as well as she met Christina. Truth be told I wanted to strangle her then, but I didn’t. We all stayed there for about 2 hours and hovered around little Callie.

“Well, Christina, could you give Kevin and I a place to crash tonight?” Sharon asked.

“Sure. Is there tension here?” Christina asked.

“No, I’m just thinking about my daughter and my granddaughter, and we can get to know each other too,” Sharon replied.

Of course I was skeptical of her new found interest in Jeanette and the whole thing, but maybe what I said meant something to her. So eventually John and I had to leave because little Jeanette was sleepy and we needed to put gaziantep travesti her to bed.

“Well, congratulations you three, I love you all,” I said.

Then I gave each of them a kiss.

“Me too angel. We’ll be here tomorrow to see you and this little one,” John said.

“OK daddy, I love you too,” Jeanette replied.

Then he kissed them too. I made sure to give my mom a hug and kiss as well, then we both left leaving Sharon and Kevin there, I wasn’t too happy about it though. I loaded up little Jeanette and we went home. We went to our bedroom and I fed little Jeanette once right before we put her to sleep, but John knew me too well to not see that something was wrong.

“What’s up sweetheart, Jeanette finally popped out little Callie, I thought you’d be happy,” John said.

“I’m happy for Jeanette and my mom,” I replied.

“And I sense that dreadful ‘but’ coming,” John said.

“But then all of the sudden Sharon is here and she is taking an interest, now? I mean she couldn’t make it months ago?” I asked angrily

Then John gave a big hug, trying to calm me down a little.

“Trust me I understand what you mean sweetheart, I’m thinking the same thing, but just try and let it go. Being pissed off is only gonna make you more pissed until you just blow up. I don’t know what she’ll do exactly, she may stay for a day, maybe a week. I don’t know, but don’t worry about it. Obviously there was more reason to why Jeanette wanted to live with me and not her mom. And you really attract women,” John said, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, what the heck was that about?” I asked.

“You just turned everyone on I guess,” John replied.

Then Jeanette was done eating and I began to burp her.

“You are an absolute natural sweetheart, you are feeding her and burping her without breaking a sweat. So just concentrate on you being happy for Jeanette and your mom and these two people you got in your life,” John said.

Then I gave him a kiss, I got up and went to her room to put her down in her crib and we both watched Jeanette fall asleep. We both kissed her once, then I made sure both baby monitors were on and we went back to our bedroom. I laid down with John and we both cuddled for a few minutes, I was still a little pissed.

“Well, I’d never marry someone else and not tell you about it,” John said.

Then I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Made you smile,” John said.

Then I gave him a long kiss and I knew how thankful I was to have John. He was my rock, and having me right there with him, his cock got rock hard.

“Someone is turned on in this bed,” I said.

“Well, you got me to have sex with, how could you not be turned on?” John asked.

“You can always make me laugh,” I replied just before I kissed him again.

We began making out for a few minutes, then I took my shirt off and he put his hands on my back to take my bra off as well. Then as we were both on our sides, he slowly climbed down and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled them down, but not my panties though, then he kissed my stomach numerous times.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Then he pulled my panties down and climbed back up with me.

“I just wanted to kiss my wife’s stomach,” John replied.

“Well, I don’t think your old wife liked your new wife,” I said.

“That doesn’t matter, I love my new wife more than anything in the world,” John replied.

“Then show me how much you love me,” I said as I unbuttoned his pants.

He took his pants off completely and his cock poked out through his boxers just like always. So I grabbed onto it and began stroking it a little. He let out a couple soft moans and made sure to give me a kiss. Then I climbed down and kissed him a few times on the way down to his boxers. Then I took his boxers off completely as well. Then I eyeballed his cock like it was chocolate.

“Call me crazy, but I think your eyes are about to fall out,” John said.

Then I took his cock into my mouth, I was pissed off a great deal still, but I learned to control myself though. I went down as far as I could and started to deep throat him. He leaned his head as far back as he could and closed his eyes as well.

“Yes Callie, just like that, we’ll be making love forever and ever My Lady,” John said.

He put his hands onto my head and I stayed down as far as I could. He let out some more soft moans, we didn’t wanna make too much noise. So he kept quiet as much as he could, but of course he couldn’t silence them forever though.

“Shit!” John screamed.

“Hey, we got our baby sleeping in there,” I replied.

“Then stop making me feel so damn good,” John said.

“Aren’t you a sweet guy,” I replied.

“And where have you been?” John asked.

I laughed and leaned up for a kiss. Then I took his cock back into my mouth. He was breathing in and out slowly once again and was actively trying not to shoot his load just yet, but I knew he was close, he couldn’t hold it forever.

“Damn Callie, I now you are pissed but damn, you are gonna make me cum already,” John said.

Then he let out some really loud moans and began moving around a little bit too. He was about to erupt once again faster than a volcano. So I backed away a little and watched the fireworks.

“Can you do that for me forever?” John asked.

“I’ll pencil you in,” I replied as I laid down with him.

We both cuddled for a few more minutes kissed each other numerous times as well.

“I love my angel,” John said.

“I’m your angel right?” I asked.

“No, I’m talking about that judgmental saleslady from the mall,” John replied.

“Smart ass,” I said.

Then I grabbed onto his cock once again. I stroked it a bit and he did belt out some soft moans once again.

“I love you too John, you are my own personal angel. I’m really glad I got you to sign that lifetime contract too,” I said.

“Well you got me, and you can’t get rid of me, even if I didn’t sign it,” John replied.

Then I got out a condom, I took it out and put it on his cock.

“But be aware, in the contract, you did agree to have a lot of sex, so are you ready?” I asked.

“Never more ready My Lady,” John replied.

Then I got on top of him and her inserted his cock into me cowgirl style. He grabbed onto my boobs and made sure to give them a gentle squeeze at least. He titillated me a great deal, then his left hand went down south and began finger fucking me as well.

“Oh John, those fingers, don’t ever change those fingers either,” I said.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” John replied.

He spread out my pussy lips a little as I was in the position and let out some loud moans as well.

“I thought you said to keep it down?” John asked.

“You need to keep it down and I don’t,” I replied.

Then he laughed for a minute, then he leaned up with me and I took his shirt off. We both wrapped our arms around each other tightly and my big boobs were pressing up against him really nicely. We both planted several kisses all over each others faces and just had amazing sex yet again.

“Yes John, hold me as close as you can and squeeze my boobs for me,” I said.

We both stayed in that position for a few more minutes. Then I pushed him down back onto his back again and I began bouncing up and down. I rode him like mad once again, I wanted him to build his load up. I knew I’d be having sex a lot more in the future, but I wanted more and more as if I just couldn’t get enough if I tried. I was just so excited that I had to cum already.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna explode already,” I said.

Then I did. His whole entire stomach was drenched.

“Holy shit, sweetheart. You were pissed off,” John said.

“I know,” I replied as I laid down with him.

Then we both made out for a few minutes as well. I sparked a couple of tears and he held me close to him.

“Well, you are bar none the best woman I’ve ever been with. I had no idea that we’d hook up someday when I first met you honestly. But you are sweet, beautiful and everything else I want in a wife. I love you forever, my love for you will never fade away, never ever angel, I swear that to you,” John said.

“I love you too forever John and I’m glad to hear that. I’m gonna need a big and strong guy to help me with that little girl in there, and you know what?” I asked.

“What?” John asked.

“I thought you didn’t like me at first honestly. I thought you just thought of me as Jeanette’s best friend that hung out all the time,” I replied.

“No, I always liked you. How could I not? You were her best friend and further more, I had no idea you’d make the first move,” John said.

“Well, I just saw an opening, and I took it,” I replied.

“Obviously,” John said.

“Just promise me, we won’t ever lose this,” I replied.

Then he gave me another kiss on the lips.

“We will always love each other the way we do now. I think the only difference will be is that I’m gonna make you love me more,” John said.

“Good,” I replied.

And he kept that promise. Honestly I had no idea something like this would happen when I took a peak at his cock like that. I mean I was just horny at the time, but we ended up falling for each other, he got me pregnant and we married each other. Unless we were phsycics, there would be no real way to see this happening. But we were both very happy, even though I wasn’t ready to be a mother just yet and he wasn’t ready to be a new father. Sharon and Kevin decided to stick around for a few more weeks. We never told Jeanette that her mom kissed me. That would just be too weird honestly, till this day I still wonder WTF???. They made sure to visit as well.

“So would you be okay if Kevin and I moved over here?” Sharon asked Jeanette.

“Do you mean like here and really be apart of little Callie’s life?” Jeanette asked.

“Yes,” Sharon replied.

What could she say?

“Yes please,” Jeanette said.

So a couple months after that they moved in the same state with us. John didn’t wanna admit it, but he didn’t like it. But still I managed to get over my little grudge I had. So now with all of us, we’re a family all together. Sharon was really there for Jeanette and Christina, and did warm up to Christina. Sharon eventually took me out to lunch to get to know each other better. Jeanette and Christina never had another baby, and John and I talked about it, but nothing for sure, but I think we all know and will remember it all started with me and my best friend’s dad. I love him and he loves me, and we have the most beautiful girl on the planet. Jeanette and I never did anything sexual again, but I think we have both thought about it. There were of course a lot of bumps on the way there but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I loved writhing this series, it is still probably one of my best works. For everyone that just kept repeatedly complaining, I just have one question for you, along with one finger too. Why did you keep reading the series, when you hated the previous chapters so much? Did you wake up in front of your computer, chained to it, when a little doll on a tricycle came up to you and told that there a poison in your system? Did it tell you the only way to get the antidote, was to read the series? No? WTF is wrong with you people that hated it, why did you keep reading? I mean really? Email me at [email protected] or send me a message to my inbox. Tell me why you kept reading it, when you hated it so much? I’m just dying to know. To everyone that did like the series, I appreciate it, thank you very much. I have more to come.

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